Burning Desires

Burning Desires

Chapter 1
Chad Ponkert studied the pale, golden clearness of the Chablis. Lettingthe aroma of the wine drift to his nostrils, he raised the glass to hislips and savoured its full fruity flavour. Satisfied, he let his eyesrise to the field of jonquils to equally drink in the form of the girlmoving through the yellow blossoms.
No, he mused, girl was the wrong word. Karin was a woman! He personallyhad provided the physical transformation almost a month ago. The changewas visibly apparent. Karin seemed to radiate life.
"Karin!" he called to his companion.
Brushing long strands of frosty blonde hair from her eyes, the womanlooked up and smiled. He raised the glass of wine as a summons. Hersmile widened in acknowledgment. Half running, her bare feet seemed tofloat among the deep yellow blooms as she made her way to the toweringoak that shaded Ponkert from the warm June sun overhead. Her movementsmesmerized him. She was some free-spirited meadow nymph out to capturehis heart.
A light summer's breeze gathered the flowing folds of Karin's caftan,pressing the diaphanous fabric against her body. The effect was just theopposite of the veiling design of the garment. The delicate clothenhanced the well-formed and well-proportioned curves of her body.Ponkert's eyes relished her every step and he delighted as she loweredherself to the ground beside him.
"Hungry?" she smiled, tilting her head so that her yellow hair cascadedover her shoulder like a billowing cloud of golden threads.
"I could eat a horse," Ponkert answered, knowing he was lying, butwilling to allow Karin to play out her picnic game. He was anxious to bein her. But rushing what would ultimately come would only destroy theday.
"A horse?" she puzzled at his archaic expression. Then she chuckled,realizing he referred to a mammal she had once read about in a naturalhistory class. The animal was now extinct. On a totally urban planetlike Earth, there was no room for animals that didn't provide enoughfood to justify their existence.
"Don't make fun of me, wench!" Ponkert chided as he landed a sharp,stinging swat to her temptingly protruding bottom.
"Ouch! Stop it, you brute!" she laughed, obviously enjoying his playfulpunishment. "Stop being silly, Chad. You're only twenty-four. Remember,I've seen your personal-film. Horses haven't been around for at least acentury. You couldn't have seen one!"
"Correct--and wrong," he mused, leaning back against the tree, sippingat the Chablis. "I'm twenty-four and you may have been peeking at mybio-films, but you seem to have forgotten I've been a Voyager since Iwas eighteen. And I've seen at least thirty different planets. Some ofwhich still have horses!"
Karin ignored his remark and spread a white disposacloth picnic mat athis feet. She knew he was a Voyager. She realized his life was that of arocket-jockey, searching the galaxies for new inhabitable planets. Andshe was more than aware of the long flights to other star systems takenby star sailors such as Ponkert. She knew all this, but didn't like tobe reminded of it.
As Karin bent over the picnic basket to unpack their food, Ponkert'seyes delved below the loose hanging neckline of her dress to thetight-pressed valley between her breasts. His groin tightened at thesight of the half-veiled, cream-coloured globes.
"Well, Mister Horse Eater," Karin said as she placed the final toucheson the food arrangement, "do you think this repast will suffice?"
He quietly surveyed the meal--cold chicken, potato salad, baked beansand apple pie. Simple, but real. No synthetics. The monetary advantagesof being a Voyager were evident. This once plain snack would have costthe average Earth worker a month's wages. Supply and demand, a hardreality in an over-populated world. Thus the majority of Earth's peopleslived and died never tasting real meat, or fruit, or vegetables.Flavoured bulk, spiked with vitamins and protein were their staple diet.
But for Ponkert, the exorbitant cost of food, real food, was nothing.Time-Shift Universal had paid him a cool million for five voyages; theaccrued interest had purchased the land they were on now. Space hadchanged him; Earth's crowded cities were more than he could takeanymore. This small plot of undeveloped land was his shelter from astrange world he didn't understand. This strangeness almost made himeager for tomorrow's flight. Almost!
Now there was Karin.
"Eat up, star gazer," Karin ordered, holding a plate of food to him."And enjoy it! I know what all this cost!"
He smiled, taking the offering. His eyes once more settled on herbreasts. The no-bra look was the fashion trend when he left Earth forthe first time. Now, once again, bras were most definitely fashionable.The reversal pleased him. Bras were sexy. And even more so as they wereremoved.
Suddenly he was overwhelmed by his appetite and followed Karin's orders,although he paid little attention to the taste. He was fully occupied infilling his mind with his companion.
She had chosen her attire well for the occasion. The tent-like caftanwas perfect. It completely covered and hid her body from the knees up.The only hints of the comely figure beneath were the long shapely sweepof her calves and the twin peaks that pushed out from her chest,straining against the fabric.
The dress stirred the imagination, setting the mind afire with fantasiesof what lay beneath, which was the only purpose for clothing, since mannow controlled his weather. But the dress suited Ponkert's taste. Heliked his women fully clothed in the best-styled fashions. Or naked! Thein-betweens, the half-nude styles, seemed at the most, cheap.
When his eyes grew tired of probing the folds of Karin's clothes forsome hint of the figure they hid, he traced and retraced thegoddess-like features of her face. Naturally red lips and blushedcheeks. Her beauty was enhanced by emerald green eyes, not blue.
"Chad," she said softly, "I ... "
"Don't say it," he interrupted. "Not now at least!"
Her eyes lowered. "All right, but I can show it!"
Without another word, Karin moved to his side. Her hands reached out andcaressed his cheeks. Momentarily, she gazed into his dark eyes. Then shemoved forward and her lips possessed his, gently and lovingly, the kisstransformed to urgency.
Ponkert's arms encircled the trim waist and pulled the lithe body to himas he sank back to the lush carpet of grass. His testicles tightenedfamiliarly and life stirred in his groin as Karin's breasts crushed intohis chest. Their tongues and lips worked in unison. His hand searchedover the back of the caftan, releasing the adhesive strips that held ittogether. Beneath the cloth, his fingertips met soft, warm, smooth skin.
Karin moaned at his exploring touch, pulling away from his lips. Hereyes flickered open and flashed with delight. "You work fast, ChadwickPonkert the Third!"
"Don't call me Chadwick!" he ordered in mock anger, his hand once moredelivering a hearty swat to her firm buttocks.
She squealed once and her lips covered his again. Her tongue darted intohis mouth, teasing and drawing his tongue into the warm shelter of hermouth. Ponkert obliged, probing and toying with her twisting oral digit.
Suddenly, her teeth clamped down lightly and she sucked. He groaned inprotest under the oral pain-pleasure and jerked his tongue free from hergrasp. A slight salty taste was left in her mouth.
Ponkert's mouth and teeth now worked their way from her ear lobe downthe gentle arch of her creamy neck. His bands drifted along her spine,over the base of her satiny back, slipping under the elastic band of herpanties. His fingers roughly dug into the demi-globes of flesh, kneadingthem. She squirmed with the manipulation, grinding her crotch into thehardening length at his groin.
"Oooohh!" she moaned. "My god, I love your hands on me!"
"Not as much as I do," he whispered, giving up her neck to speak.
"Don't be fresh, young man, or you'll get a bust in the mouth," Karinreplied, smiling coyly down at her partner.
"There's nothing I would like more," he grinned up. "Right one or left?"
"Neither, greedy," she chuckled, pushing herself up and away from hisarms, "unless I get this dress off!"
Smiling, he watched as she rose. Standing before him, her eyes flashedand her arms gracefully arched to her shoulders, slipping the sheathover them. The dress drifted down around her ankles like a cloud. Sherevelled in the desire that ignited in Ponkert's eyes as they raced overher body.
Although he had viewed her on numerous occasions during the past month,she was most definitely a she-takes-your-breath-away vision. She seemedto be a living portrait that had stepped from a painting by theTwentieth Century master, Jeff Jones. The type of woman that caused aman to ache by just looking at her. Her swollen breasts spilled over thethin cloth of her bra, which she wore more for containing thansupporting. Her arms twisted behind her back unclasping the delicategarment, tossing it to the ground. The twin mountains of flesh sprang tofreedom, jiggled slightly, then jutted proud and firm.
Her hands now glided down the curving slope of her sides. Her fingershooked under her bikini panties and slid them over the tempting flue ofher hips and down her long lithe legs until she stepped from them andthe dress around her ankles. The triangle of fleece at the junction ofher thighs was the same frosty blonde as the clouds of hair that fellaround her shoulders.
"Have I ever told you, you're beautiful?" he asked rhetorically.
Her smile grew. "Several times. But don't stop, I like it!"
Suddenly she pouted, "There's something unfair about this arrangement!"
"What?" he asked, unable to remove his eyes from the naked beauty.
"You sure make it difficult for a girl," she continued in mock-disgust."You're lying there gawking with your clothes on!"
He glanced down at his jumpsuit, grinning sheepishly. In the excitementof watching her expertly strip, he had simply forgotten. Three zippers,two on his boots and one on his jumpsuit, rectified the situation. Henever bothered with underclothes.
She watched the hasty disrobing with an interest that matched his a fewmoments ago. While he wasn't the most handsome man in the world, everyinch of his six-foot-three body rippled with the well-toned muscles of aswimmer.
However, her eyes centered on the thick shaft that throbbed at her,rising at a forty-five degree angle from the dark, curly forest coveringhis groin. Her pink tongue flicked lightly over her lips leaving a moistglistening trail. A dampness welled between her legs.
"How's that, woman?" he questioned, his white teeth flashing in a widegrin.
She strutted before the man, her bulbous breasts bobbing in atantalizing dance of swaying motion. She stopped so that the hard budsthat precariously topped the fleshy mounds brushed the hairs of hischest.
"I think I like you much better in the flesh," she said.
His arms reached out and encircled the woman, crushing her full lengthto him, while his lips covered hers. His tongue greedily probed thesweet warmth of her mouth. There was no resistance; she seemed to pushherself ever harder against his body, as if tying to climb up on him.Her stomach swayed against his, rolling and teasing the swollen cockthat swelled between them. Both gasped for breath, when they finallyparted.
"I think you were mentioning something about a bust in the mouth amoment ago," Ponkert said, his hands running up her satin-touch skinuntil they cupped and raised the firm cones. "They used to say, morethan a mouthful is wasted. But somehow, I think they were wrong!"
She started to laugh, but his mouth covering the tip of her breast putan end to the reaction. She only threw her head back and moaned as histongue lashed out, taunting the rose-coloured nubbin that jutted hardand proud from her tit.
His lips and teeth joined his tongue at teasing, while his hands kneadedthe globe.
Arching back slightly and entangling her fingers in his hair, she shovedthe gigantic mound into his mouth as if attempting to force theponderous mass down his throat. Then pulling one of her hands free, shereached down and grasped the pulsing rod that stabbed eagerly at herbelly. Squeezing, she jerked up and down along its rigid length.
Following suit, his hand roughly covered her vulva. His index fingerfound the damp crease of her pussy and plunged into the hot, wet channelof her vagina. In and out, the digit worked, moving across the agitatedsurface of her clitoris with each exciting stroke.
The two-fold stimulation was more than the girl could endure. Moaningunder the dual manipulations, her knees turned to liquid. Together, likea slow motion scene, they sank to the grassy bed that cushioned theirbodies.
He released his hold on the now-aching breast and once more covered herfull luscious lips with his own, as he rode atop her writhing body.Beneath him, her long, shapely legs opened, spreading for his entry. Herhand, still maintaining its grasp on his cock, glided the turgid organto the moist lips of her mound.
As the blood-filled head of his penis nuzzled the golden down betweenher thighs, he threw his hips forward, thrusting the swollen shaft intothe hot, lubricated shelter of her vagina.
The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of pleasure from the girl's throat.The tight young muscles of her cunt contracted into a squeezing sheathsurrounding his throbbing manliness. Her hips jerked upward, burying thehard pole deeper in her velvet-lined tunnel.
"God!" she groaned. "You feel so big! And so long!"
Rising on his arms, he hung over the blonde-haired woman so that theywere joined only at their hips. Then he vigorously pumped himself intoher fiery, liquid core in long hard strokes. Over and over, he threwhimself into the girl, as the sense of urgency that had dominated himthroughout the day drove him on at a desperate pace.
She didn't mind. She groaned and moaned under the battering attack.Anchoring her hands on his back, she pulled, bringing his full weightcrushing atop her. She writhed and twisted with pleasure under thefleshy impact. Her hips leapt up to meet his every plunge. The rigidshaft of flesh forced its way deeper and deeper into the quick of hersoul.
Groping, his hands slid under her excited ass. He dug his fingers intothe tension hard buttocks, jerking her pelvis to him, increasing hisangle of entry. His cock pounded deeper into the welcoming cunt.
They soared in a delirium of erotic fever, both striving to reach newheights of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning, aching and grunting, they drovefor the full measure of pleasure each offered, until an implodinguniverse of lust consumed her in wave upon wave of soul-blastingpassion.
Simultaneously, fire raced from his testicles through his pulsing organand erupted in a boiling, molten explosion of fiery come. The burningliquid blasted out of the pinprick hole in the end of his cock,splattering, coating and filling her belly with sperm and semen. Gallonupon gallon of the creamy come jetted into the girl's belly, until itwelled from around the base of his shaft and trickled from the lips ofher cunt.
Their lust expended, they collapsed, drained and fulfilled. Theirbreaths came deep and satisfied. A light summer's breeze stirred,sweeping their bodies in relaxing coolness.
For moments, Ponkert lay soaking in Karin's warmth and softness. As hisstrength returned and his penis deflated to a limp hose, he rolled fromatop her onto his back. Opening his arms, he accepted the head thatnestled into the hollow of his shoulder. His arms and hands caressed hertenderly.
"I'll wait for you," she whispered. "I'll ... "
Suddenly his world blurred and Karin quivered, then vanished. The warmsecurity of Earth melted and was replaced by an empty blackness andburning acid seared through his veins.
Somewhere in the darkness, a voice called to him, "Ponkert, ChadwickPonkert the Third!"
The voice was that of a woman. It wouldn't let him be.
Chapter 2
"Chadwick Ponkert! This isn't the time for deadasses!" the femininevoice continued. "Up and at 'em!"
Ponkert sighed as the consuming fire in his veins dulled to a pleasingwarmth. His mind fought to ease back into the restfulness of DEEP-sleepand ignore the drugs that worked to wake him.
"Come on, Ponkert!" the woman's voice nagged. "Stop wasting time!Time-Shift Universal is paying you good money for this job! Now let'shop to it!"
The loud hiss of in-rushing air temporarily drowned the strident voiceof the demanding harpy. Exploding crimson sun bursts raced across hisclosed eyelids, and reality smashed into his brain like a wet sandbag!
"Hurry, Ponkert!" the voice of the ship's computer commanded again.
"Shut up, bitch!" Ponkert snapped in return, his eyes blinking open tofocus on the flickering lights of the control panel.
"Who are you calling a bitch, Chadwick Ponkert the Third?" the femininevoice of the computer retorted, with a touch of indignation.
"You! You hunk of tin with a motorized mouth!" Ponkert snarled as hegroggily stepped out of the DEEP-sleep pod into the control room. Hismagnetic boots stopped him from drifting in free-fall.
"Why, you ungrateful blob of animated flesh and bone!" The computerwouldn't keep silent. "How can ... "
"I said shut up!" Ponkert shouted as he stumbled to his control couch."Another word and I'll take a screwdriver to you!"
"Hummphf!" the monitor grunted metallically, then hummed without anotherword.
"Good!" Ponkert sighed, settling into the form-fitting contours of thecouch. Man triumphant over machine once again! "Now bring me a brandy,then wake Jan. And if you want your ration of oil today, you'll have twomore brandies here before she arrives!"
"Yes, master," the machine acknowledged somewhat sarcastically, thenhummed peacefully again.
Ponkert relaxed in the deep-cushioned chair, wondering what hadpossessed him to give the ship's computer a female voice. He made amental note to have it changed, along with a notation to erase anymention of Time-Shift Universal in the computer's memory banks. He hadgiven them their five trips. Now he was an independent.
"Your drink, master," the computer said as a tube slipped into Ponkert'shand from a slot in the arm of his couch.
He sipped the amber liquid and found it to his liking. The distilledwine took the edges off his rude awakening and helped fade the memoriesof his dream. Karin happened a long time back. She didn't wait. Thememories were no longer painful, just unpleasant. He would have to bemore careful in programming his dreams for DEEP-sleep. No more frostyblondes!
The brandy settled in his stomach, spreading its heat through his body.He glanced around the control room, feeling a rush of pride stirgooseflesh within his chest. This was his ship, no longer Time-ShiftUniversal's. He was an independent, no longer an employee. He smiled. Hefelt like the captain of the IGV (Intergalactic Vessel) Werewolf.
His eyes surveyed the cabin again. His pride swelled higher. Every centhe had made during his time with Time-Shift had gone into the purchaseof the Werewolf and the equipment it contained. It was worth it! Raisingthe half-emptied tube, he toasted, "To my pride and joy! To theWerewolf!"
As his lips nursed the last drops of brandy from the tube, a veryfeminine and very, very sexy voice cooed from behind him, "I'd like tojoin in that toast. I need a drink--desperately!"
Smiling, Ponkert twisted his head. His breath was taken away anew by thesight that greeted his eyes. Unashamed of her plentiful and desirableattributes, Jan lounged in the hatch, one flaring hip jutted out in acome-hither pose. Her every voluptuous curve strained against theplastic jumpsuit that covered her from her small perfect feet to thebase of her long, graceful white neck. The jumpsuit itself was made ofalternating three-inch squares of wet-look white and perfectlytransparent plastic. Although the white squares deviously hid the vitaltargets sought by Ponkert's probing eyes, the transparent panels broadlyhinted at what lay beneath.
Ponkert's penis did a cartwheel within his own jumpsuit.
"Your wish is my command," he said, sailing a tube of amber liquidthrough the weightless atmosphere of the cabin into the woman's waitinghands. "How do you feel?"
Gulping down a hasty swallow, Jan replied, "Hot and Bothered. Thoseelectronic wet-dreams of yours are enough to drive a sweet, innocentyoung girl up the walls!"
"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" he returned. "If you prefer, I'll see that yourpod receives a private screening of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm next timearound. Now put that sweet, young bottom of yours in your couch. We'vegot to arrange a nice soft planetfall."
"Yes sir, chief!" she answered somewhat mockingly as she lowered herselfinto her own contour couch. "But you forgot the 'innocent' whendescribing my rear."
"You forgot innocence a long time back, so why should I remember?"Ponkert chided.
"Screw you!" Jan replied. The comment came more as a suggestion than acurse.
"Later, woman!" Ponkert chuckled.
As they busied themselves with landing preparations, Jan grinned, "I'llstore that away for future reference, Chad!"
Without further ado, man and woman, pilot and co-pilot, fed data handover fist into the Werewolf's monitor. For over an hour, figures andfacts went in and twice as many figures and facts were blurted out. Theprocess completed, the two sank back into their respective controlcouches.
"We're lucky, Chad," Jan sighed, "to find an Earth-type this soon."
Ponkert nodded. "Howsabout another drink to celebrate?"
He chuckled to himself. He and his female-type co-pilot shared one thingin common: an old-fashioned belief in the free enterprise system and anunshakable faith in the power of money. If they hadn't they would havenever stepped foot on the deck of a rocket in an attempt to discover andexploit an Earth-type planet. Their basic plan was the establishment ofa recreation centre, wild and free, away from the hands of the numerousgovernments throughout the galaxy. When overpopulation cursed mostplanets, there was a premium on 'space to get away from it all.' Theyplanned to cash in on this need.
"Make mine a Margarita." Jan suggested. "It'll fit my sexy mood."
The computer responded immediately, slipping a pale lime-coloured tubeinto his hand.
"Woman, if you make another comment like that, I'll begin to thinkyou're propositioning your captain," he said, floating the drinkcontainer in her direction.
Their eyes met and held each other.
Jan let the tube wobble by her and bounce off the bulkhead behind her.Her eyes were alive with impish light and a wide smile spread across herlips, "We've got two hours until atmosphere entry," her eyes flashed athim wickedly, "... master!" she added with emphasis.
The "master" coursed through Ponkert's groin like an electrical shock.He had chosen Jan as his co-pilot because they made a good exploratoryteam. Three flights for Time-Shift had proven that. The same flights hadalso proven they were good together.
"Master," Jan repeated to be sure Ponkert realized which game she was inthe mood to play.
Ponkert understood!
"Strip, slave!" he ordered firmly, falling into the role she sought fromhim.
Jan complied, peeling off the checkerboard plastic jumpsuit that clungto her full lush body like a second skin. Completely naked within a fewseconds, she tantalizingly pivoted to allow Ponkert a view of herattributes from every angle.
Jan could never be called beautiful. She was cute. From the shiningstrands of black hair that topped her head to her small, child-likefeet, she radiated a glow of innocence that cried out to be taken andprotected. This very aura of innocence made the dominance she needed andwanted all that more enticing to Ponkert.
"The gravity!" he commanded. "You know you aren't worth a damn infree-fall!"
Flashing him a smile of delight, the girl trotted as best she could to alarge red button on the control panel. His eyes followed the titillatingbounce of her 38-25-36 frame. Actually, his eyes focussed on theslow-motion juggle of her double-barrelled 38s.
His eyes were mesmerized by the dark nipples and their shades lighteraureoles. The tempting little mushrooms and their accompanying haloestraced invisible arcs in the air with her every movement.
Her long fingers stretched out and depressed the button. Suddenly,Ponkert felt every ounce of his full two hundred and ten pounds settleon his six-foot-three frame. Jan's dancing breasts also came under theeffect of the artificial gravity. They sagged ever so slightly, giving ahint of things to come as she aged. But that was the future; now theywere pleasingly perfect to his eyes.
She turned and her eyes once more met his. Her tongue pinkly flickedbehind her sensually parted lips. Her breasts heaved in eageranticipation.
"Now!" he ordered. "My clothes!"
Scurrying like the slave she sought to be, Jan came to his side, herhips wagging exaggeratedly. Slavering, her fingers found the solitaryzipper to his jumpsuit. She inched the metal down its path, across hischest to his waist. With equal ease, her bands freed the zippers on hisboots and slipped them from his feet. He rose and the provocativelynaked woman assisted him as he removed his jumpsuit.
Momentarily staring with pleasure at the dark-haired beauty, hecommanded, "On your knees and worship my cock!"
Obeying, she sank to the floor without protest and looked up helplesslyat the hulking, manly figure that towered above her. Her body tingled,watching his muscular thighs bulge as he stepped forward, nearlystraddling her head.
The fleshy tube of his sex dangled at half-mast, a mere fraction of aninch from her face. A slightly musty smell touched her flared nostrils.She quivered with uncontrollable excitement. The odour was male! Itaroused her rather than repulsed.
"Lock your hands behind you!" he demanded of the woman kneeling beforehim. "I only want to feel those beautiful cock-loving lips on my prick!"
The girl's coal black eyes rolled up, met his in acknowledgment, thendrifted back to his penis. Slowly her tongue curled out and lightlytouched the lethargic hose. He moaned. The organ stirred and she watchedthe two kidney-shaped testicles tighten in their wrinkling sac.
Still using no more than the tip of her pink, wet tongue, she teasinglystroked the full length of his manliness, delighting as the half-arousedpenis extended itself into a rigid shaft of pulsing cock Her tonguereached out again. She shivered loving the warm, smooth texture of hissex. The gentle caress caused the hard pole to bob before her fascinatedeyes. Her tongue languorously slicked over her lips in her own mountinganticipation.
Tilting her head slightly, she moved beneath his spread legs and gentlykissed the tightly drawn sac. The man above her groaned. Her lips glidedupward to the base of his jutting shaft. Once more, she kissed very,very gently.
Unable to remain passive, his bands cradled around her head. His fingersentwined in the shining black strands of her hair, and he guided herluscious lips up to his manliness until they brushed against hisswelling, pulsating glans.
Watching from above, he revelled in the sight of the woman kneelingbefore him in slavish servility. The visual image of the slavering girladded to his excitement. He delighted in watching her oralministrations, her pink tongue swirling over the tender surface of hiscock's head.
Once more, her eyes rolled up to him. As he watched, her lips formed atightly puckered "O", inviting the now constantly throbbing shaft toenter. Accepting the summons, he eased his hips forward and thrilled asthe thick red head of his prick disappeared into the girl's eager mouth.
Her tongue attacked the invader with increased energy. Lashing andswirling, the active oral digit whipped over the swollen arrowhead. Eachmoist dance of her expert tongue agitated swells of erotic pleasurethroughout his loins.
In unison, her lips inched forward and his hips eased toward her mouth.The jet streams of her breath raced from her nostrils and trickledthrough the dark, curly forest at the base of his penis as she took thefull length of his sex into the warm shelter of her mouth.
He slowly rocked his hips back, watching his cock withdraw, glisteningredly from her lips. Her cheeks hollowed as the hard cylinder of malemeat departed. Then, with almost vicious power, he slammed forward,assaulting the fortress of her face with his hot, aching battering ramof flesh.
Eagerly the kneeling woman accepted the invasion of round, slick cockthat filled her mouth and threatened to crack her jaws. Her tonguetwisted and played along its length. She relished its feel, its tasteand moaned as it began to withdraw.
But he had no thoughts of removing himself from the warm, wet oralsheath that surrounded him. Instead, he began pumping in and out of herface. Her teeth clamped lightly down on the moving piston, igniting theelectricity of pain-pleasure along the rigid length.
Under the beautiful pressure of lips and teeth, no more than a fewmoments passed before the volcanic explosion of sperm and semen gushedfrom the end of his cock into the girl's waiting mouth. Blast afterblast of lava-hot come jetted forth as her throat bobbed and twitched inan effort to swallow every drop of the opalescent fluid.
Her lips and tongue also redoubled their efforts, begging for more. Shesucked, siphoning every trace of the come from the small channel downthe interior of his penis. Her eyes blazed. She enjoyed her task and wasintent on eating him like he had never been eaten before.
Unable to stand a moment more of the agonizing pain-pleasure, he pulledher mouth from his still erect pole. The saliva-wet prick throbbedproudly before her face. A single pearly drop rolled from the tiny slitin the centre of the gorged glans. Her pink tongue flicked out, capturedthe juice of his groin, savoured the taste of the drop; then sheswallowed.
"My god, woman!" he groaned, his knees shaking visibly. "I can't believethose cock-hungry, predatory lips of yours!"
She laughed and started to envelop the shaft in her mouth once again,but he stepped back shakily.
"No more! I'm only a man!" he roared in pleasure, sitting down on theedge of the control couch.
He studied her, trying to regain his strength and quiet the quiveringthat possessed his muscles. Her dark eyes flared with devilish delight,knowing she had satisfied the man who sat before her.
"Have I ever told you how good you are?" he said to the smiling girl.
"Never!" she pouted.
"Well, remind me sometime, when I have a free afternoon, to explain allthe pleasure you give me," he said. "But right now, get up off your assand come here!"
Immediately, she obeyed and stood before her captain-master.
"Now spread your legs," he commanded. "And no matter what I do, you arenot to move. Do you understand?"
She nodded and spread her legs wide.
His hands reached out and touched the silken textured thighs, butinstead of moving to her black fleece-covered mound, he glided around tothe sleek, rounded cheeks of her buttocks. His mouth moved to her vulva.
She moaned.
Simultaneously, his taunting tongue found the moist crease of her outerlips and his fingers delved between the hot demi-globes of her ass.
She moaned again and successfully fought the urge to grab his head andshove it into her hungry cunt. Despite the tremblings that quakedthrough her willing body, she stood still as he had ordered.
Running his tongue along the lubricated fold of her labia, he found theswollen bud of her clitoris. Gently, his tongue licked around the eroticpleasure centre, caressing and rolling the nubbin with his lips. Thetoying wrenched cries of pleasure from Jan's throat.
Meanwhile, his fingers had discovered the taut, puckered mouth of heranus. Tickling and teasing, he relaxed the hot little fissure enough toallow his index finger to wriggle into the tight entrance. The sensuousinvasion kindled increased cries from the motionless woman.
Lapping and licking, his tongue avidly worked down from her clit, untilit teased the scalloped inner lips of her vagina. These parted with easeto admit his oral probings. He twisted and stabbed his tongue into thevelvet-lined channel he found, tasting and enjoying the thick, slightlysalty juice he found there.
His finger rapidly plunged in and out of her tight ass hole.
The dual stimulation was more than the woman's will could be expected toendure. Forgetting her master's orders, her pelvis swayed and gyrated inrhythm with his tongue and finger. Her own hands rose to the twin globesof her breasts, fondling and caressing the creamy mounds.
Realizing what was happening, he abruptly withdrew both his mouth andfinger. He glared in mock-anger at the woman, kneading her own breasts.
"Shameless, bitch!" he snapped. "Down on your knees again!"
Whimpering, the dark-haired beauty obeyed. Roughly, he threw her on herback, so that her legs doubled under her. Her cunt, wet and parted, layopen to him. He smiled wickedly down at her; then mounted the lusciousbed of willing flesh.
"Fuck me!" she groaned under his weight. "I want to feel your cock deepinside me!"
He obliged! His saliva and the girl's own lubricant allowed him totorpedo unassisted into the hot channel of her cunt. She grunted withbestial pleasure as the hard, thick, solid rod of manliness rammedupward into her yielding belly.
"Hard!" she panted. "Fuck me hard and fast!"
But this time, he ignored her wishes. Instead, his strokes were slow anddeliberate. Gently, he slid his full rigid length into the hot, wetmouth between her thighs. Excruciatingly slowly, he withdrew until onlythe thick head of his cock throbbed between the quivering lips of herpussy.
Over and over, he repeated the torturing motions, as he thrilled to thevelvet touch of the cuntal sheath surrounding his cock.
Beneath his crushing weight, she writhed and groaned. The full butteasing strokes of his huge shaft gave her but a taste of the ecstasyshe desired. In desperation, her fingers clawed their way across hisback.
"You bastard!" she whimpered. "God, it's such sweet torture!"
His hands slid between their tightly pressed bodies, encircling hertits. His fingers dug harshly into the swells of her breasts andsqueezed hard. His lips brushed over her ear, "Beg, slave! Beg!"
Beg she did. "Please! I'll do anything! Just fuck me! Please fuck me!"
And he did! In the brutal, deep-grinding strokes she desired, he threwhis hips into the girl's opened crotch.
The savage plunging ripped between her thighs like a pounding piston ofpleasure. She welcomed the swollen cylinder of manly flesh, arching herpelvis upward to greet its every lunge in an effort to bury it deeperand deeper within her.
Soon the swelling waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body. Fasterand faster they washed across her open nerve endings, until she explodedin a magnificent orgasmic release.
To his surprise, he found himself emptying another fiery load of comeinto the contracting well of her demanding belly. Each geyser burnedwith the sweet ecstasy of erotic pleasure.
Together they rocked and groaned and grunted until the desperation oftheir release subsided and the relaxation of fulfilment spread throughtheir bodies. As his strength returned, Ponkert eased his detumescentpenis from Jan's exhausted vagina and rolled to the control deck besideher.
Slowly their breathing returned to a normal flow. Ponkert raised himselfto one elbow and smiled down at his sexy co-pilot, "I think I could useanother drink. This slave overseeing tends to make a master dry."
"I'll have that Margarita I started with a lifetime ago," Jan answered.
The ship's computer responded to their wishes, producing two containers,one lime-coloured, the other an amber mixture of bourbon and water, fromthe arm of Ponkert's control couch.
As he reached up to retrieve the two tubes, the whole room was floodedwith violently flashing red light and the screaming of the ship'semergency warning system.
Chapter 3
"Status report!" Ponkert yelled to the monitor over the blare of thesiren, as he and Jan scrambled into their jumpsuits. They wereprofessionals, trained to react to emergencies and overcome them. Theirpleasure of seconds ago was forgotten in the urgency of the ship'ssituation.
"Malfunction of the fusion reactor," the monitor responded. Its calmrecorded voice seemed out of place in light of the pending disaster."The magneto hydrodynamic field has collapsed. Eight minutes untildestruction. Instruction?"
"Jesus God!" Ponkert muttered to himself, then shouted to the computer."Emergency ejection of return pods. Program landing radius one mile ofthe first pod's touchdown. Begin immediate ejection of the mattertransmitter, then the remaining pods. Jettison Jan and me as soon aswe're sealed into the escape pods!"
The mighty hulk of the Intergalactic Vessel Werewolf shook withone-right-after-another shocks as the pods and their valuable cargoesshot away from the dying ship into the vacuum of space, toward anunknown planet.
"Now, let's get the hell out of here!" Ponkert ordered the woman besidehim.
Without hesitation, the two ran down the ship's corridor. The impendingexplosion rumbled beneath their feet, threatening their balance. Once inthe escape area, Ponkert swung open the hatch to Jan's pod. His handlovingly swatted her ass as she stepped in.
"Good luck," he said, trying to smile.
Worried furrows played across her forehead as she stared at him, wantingto reach out and pull him close for security. But she suppressed theurge. Even a quick parting kiss would take time. And time was the onething neither had.
"Good luck, Chad," she whispered as Ponkert closed the hatch, locking itwith a metallic clanking. Ponkert watched the ejection tube close like ahungry mouth around Jan's capsule, then felt the shock of its release.
"Now for me, you mechanical wench!" he shouted to the computer.
"Yes, master," the monitor answered as he climbed into his own pod. "Andgood luck to you, Chadwick Ponkert the Third."
He refused to give his normal response of: "Don't call me Chadwick!" Itwas no time for one-upmanship. The computer would win this time. Its oneand only time. Its one and last time.
He listened as the hatch automatically sealed him into the pod. Outside,there was a loud rush of escaping air; then he was slammed into thepadding of his couch as the pod was flung from the ship. He closed hiseyes and waited.
Within a few seconds, he felt the dreaded shock-impact as the Werewolfcataclysmically exploded. Like a young nova, it flared with the intenseactinic glare of tortured atoms being shattered; then rapidly faded tonothing. As if it had never existed, the Werewolf vanished, leaving anempty void that once had held a powerful starship.
As his pod recovered from the shock waves, the first tenuous filamentsof the planet's outer ionosphere enveloped the capsule. Severe negativegee-loading grabbed him like a mailed fist intent on crushing the lifefrom his body as the retro rockets fired. Gradually the pressurelessened as the escape vessel arced onto a gentle descent pattern. Asthe weighted load eased from his chest, Ponkert summoned enough strengthto raise himself and peruse the small control panel.
The radar beacons from the other pods gave sharp blips on his screen.All were on course, except for Jan's, which veered toward the northernpart of the continent they raced to. He watched its path until it landedsafely. He breathed easy. Jan was capable of taking care of herselfuntil he found her. Now, if the matter transmitter came through itslanding intact, the Werewolf's last flight wouldn't be in vain.
If not, they were stranded, forever, on a strange planet. Thetransmitter was a complex piece of machinery, with the simple task ofbreaking matter, living or otherwise, down to atoms, then sending thoseatoms across the reaches of space in a few seconds. Upon reaching theirdestination, the atoms would be rearranged in a receiver and everythingwould be as good as new.
The transmitters made exploring the universe an everyday occurrence forthe average man. The only hang-up was that a transmitter had to be takento a planet first. Thus Ponkert, and other like him, were needed to manthe long rocket voyages to the stars. Their job was to establishtransmitter bases on Earth-type planets, usually for Time-ShiftUniversal, a near governmental corporation that controlled the mattertransmitter system.
Ponkert had challenged Time-Shift with the Werewolf's flight. Hewondered if a few corporate bugs had been slipped into the ship's fusionreactor to eliminate competition. An organization like Time-Shift can'tafford competition. If Ponkert's venture was successful others would goindependent. Each independent planet was that much money out ofTime-Shift's wallet.
He wished there was some way to check his theory, but if the Werewolf'sdestruction had been sabotage, Time-Shift had wiped out all traces oftheir activities with the explosion.
Ponkert returned his attention to the control panel and beganmanoeuvring the pod toward a landing. Without incurring the least bit ofdifficulty, he executed a slightly rough landing, unsnapped theconfining straps that held him to the couch, and pressed the hatchrelease.
As the metal hatch rose, Ponkert scuttled from the pod into a world asbeautiful as the Earth.
The escape capsule had settled down in the middle of an expansive gladewhich filled a valley between two gently sloping rises. He swung out ofthe hatch and dropped to the lush green carpet of thickly matted grassbelow.
His lungs rejoiced as they sucked in the fresh clean air--something longforgotten on Earth with her teeming billions. His eyes surveyed hissurroundings. The same thick grass covered the rolling hills like thefur of a sleek animal. In the distance, a row of trees, similar inappearance to Earth pines, towered up to meet a deep blue sky. Near thegigantic hunks of the trees a stream gurgled, spilling its clear, freshwater into a small pond.
Pulling his gaze closer in to his immediate surroundings, he momentarilystudied the hundreds of red, white and blue blossoms that dotted thevalley. Their beauty was striking and similar to the carnations thatonce grew in abundance on Earth. Now the only flowers on his motherplanet were artificial. He almost expected to find some whimsical artistbending over the blossoms, delivering the flowers' color with apaintbrush.
Ponkert's reverie was interrupted suddenly by a Scream--a high-pitchedscream of a woman--in mortal fear. Ponkert pivoted, his eyes darting tolocate the source of distress. Again the scream came, this time withgreat urgency. Two shadowed figures struggled in a grove of whatappeared to be age-old oaks near the base of one of the hills. Without athought of what he was interfering with, Ponkert began to run toward thetrees.
As he reached the edge of the grove, he stopped abruptly, his mouth ajarfrom the unbelievable sight that met his eyes. A woman, gorgeous by anystandards, was fighting, or trying to, a man who was decked out like anescapee from King Arthur's Round Table--complete with a heavy blacksword and battle axe that dangled from his side. His cloak matched thecolor of his weapons, black of course! A golden dragon emblem writhed onhis chest.
The woman, mostly unclothed, was a classical damsel in distress,straight out of the history books. Her blonde hair flew in a tangledfury as she struggled to escape the knight aberrant's clutches.
But to Ponkert, she had little hope of eluding such a powerfully builtman. Twisting, the woman saw him. Her Brazilian topaz green eyes pleadedher cause far more eloquently than a thousand words.
Wishing he had the appropriate words to shout, Ponkert leaped at thetwo, without saying a word. He reached the locked pair and tore themapart with a strong shove that sent the knight staggering back and thescantily-clad beauty floundering to her ass on the ground. He glanced ather, making sure she was uninjured, then turned to her attacker. Thesight that met his eyes made him wish he had thought twice before hejumped into the fray like some gallant fool.
The knight had drawn his broadsword. Its wicked looking black blade waslevelled at Ponkert's chest. The knight's eyes were blazing with a ragethat reflected his full intent of skewering the Earthman like a helplessrabbit.
"Hold on!" shouted Ponkert. "What type of knight do you call yourself?Killing me will be a shallow victory if I'm unarmed!"
He didn't hold much faith in the possibility of chivalry being strictlyadhered to by a knight caught in the process of raping a beautifulblonde, but at the moment he had everything to lose and absolutelynothing to gain by facing an adversary armed with a sword.
Whatever gods ruled the planet must have been smiling that day, becausethe knight hesitated and spat.
"Thy desires are met, knave!" the black-clad man granted in a voice thatshowed disapproval, but agreed with Ponkert.
Suddenly he tossed Ponkert his sword and drew his battle axe. Withoutfurther words, he attacked.
The sword was heavy, far heavier than Ponkert imagined. It felt terriblyawkward in his hands.
Ponkert had only seen a broadsword in the museums on Earth--never heldone. But necessity spurred him on. Necessity and the downward slash ofhis opponent's blade that was intended to cleave him in two and put aquick end to the confrontation
Heaving the heavy sword upward, he parried the knight's axe in time tospare himself a halved-ass ending to his life.
The impact of the clashing steel was bone jarring. Ponkert stumbledback, his blade dipping to the ground, as he attempted to recover fromthe shattering vibrations. The two confused moves, whether they wereintentional or not, saved him from his opponent's second swing, aimed athis legs. However, the blow was enough to wrench the sword from hishands. The knight grinned wickedly as he wound up for anotherover-the-head swing.
Realizing he would never have the time to retrieve his own blade and nomanner of quick talking was going to save him now, Ponkert took the onlyavenue opened to him--he did some quick back-pedalling, only to bestopped by the trunk of one of the towering oaks. Assured of victory,the knight stepped forward and brought the glinting blue-black bladedownward in an arc directed at the centre of Ponkert's skull.
For the second time since his landing on this planet, luck prevailed forthe Earthman. The knight's axe abruptly stopped in mid-air with a loudthud. Ponkert glanced up to see the keenly honed steel blade lodgedsecurely in an overhanging limb.
He sprang for his fallen sword while the black-clad knight struggled todislodge his own weapon from the gripping wood. Without a thought of thechivalry he had hoped for, and gotten a few moments before, Ponkertclenched the pommel of his sword and swung it baseball-bat-style withall his might. The gleaming black blade sang toward the knight's side.Sword fighting is like street-fighting, Ponkert had decided, rules areonly for fools.
Despite the power of his blow, a chain mail coat beneath the knight'srobes deflected the deadly bite of the sword. The impact, however, sentthe man rolling to the ground howling in pain, probably caused by a fewcracked ribs.
Regaining his feet and clutching his side, the knight glared at theEarthman, "I yield, interloper" he hissed. "But soon I will return. Havethe scullery maid till then! Enjoy your cuntry delights--for they willbe your last!"
Still holding his aching side, the knight stumbled off into the woods,disappearing in the dark shadows. Ponkert turned his attention to thewoman he had rescued and the knight had called a "scullery maid."
"Thank you, Sir Knight," the girl smiled up from her position on theground, "for saving me from the whims of that pig who calls himself lordof this country."
If this gorgeous piece of womanflesh was a "scullery maid," Ponkertcouldn't wait to meet some of the women of royal blood on this planet.The girl's long golden hair, hung around her shoulders, pleasinglydisarrayed by her bout with her attacker. The thin muslin frock, torn inseveral places during the fray, did nothing to hide her high, firmbreasts from Ponkert's searching eyes. Two nipples pushed against thecloth like small buttons. Apparently the French, or this planet'sequivalent, had not yet invented the brassiere.
The muslin also did little to hide the girl's slim waist and slightlyangular hips that strained against the fabric. A long rip up the frontof the frock revealed the softness of her white thighs--thighs thatbeckoned to Ponkert, her saviour.
"My pleasure, uh--milady, my pleasure," Ponkert answered, attempting toreply in some manner equal to this planet's period of development.
"Oh, certainly, my lord! Certainly!" she exclaimed with glee.
Quickly she slithered out of her thin covering and reclined to her backon the grassy forest floor. Her knees bent slightly and her legs driftedapart giving him a clear view of her golden fleece-covered sex.
"Milord?" she questioned. "I am ready to give you your pleasure. Why doyou hesitate?"
Smiling in amazement, Ponkert quickly understood what he had unknowinglyasked for, and what he was knowingly being offered. He also knew thatdifferent planets had different mores, and he was a civilized man, notwishing to offend any of the local customs.
"Pardon him, Theodotus," he mumbled a quote from Shaw's Caesar andCleopatra, thinking of the black knight who had scurried off into thewoods, "he is a barbarian and thinks that the customs of his tribe andisland are the laws of nature."
"Come, my lord," she beckoned, holding her long lithe arms outstretchedto him.
"Soon enough, you delightful wench," he answered settling down intothose inviting arms. There would be no denying this willing girl her duetoday.
She chuckled as her arms cradled around him. They kissed, mouthstraining to meet mouth. His tongue lightly danced over her lips,detecting an intriguing taste of honey. Her tongue eagerly waited forhis.
As they continued their oral duelling, his hands began to rove over theexquisite curves of her body. His fingertips traced down the line of hersmoothly muscled arm, slowly drifting to the slope of her whiteshoulder. Teasing there momentarily, enough to excite small waves ofgooseflesh over her body, his hand glided along her side brushingagainst a perfectly formed breast. He felt a quiver of joy rush throughthe girl at the taunting contact.
Realizing the sensual capacity of the girl's tits, his hand wiggledbetween their bodies, covering the fleshy mountain it discovered. Hesqueezed lightly, then increased the pressure. The girl pulled her mouthaway from his and groaned. Taking advantage of her arched neck, helowered his mouth to the white skin opened to him. His tongue, flickingand teasing, toyed along her neck, then taunted a small delicate ear. Adefinitely aroused whimper came from the blonde-haired beauty.
Adjusting her position slightly, to allow his hand additional room tofondle her passion-ignited breast, the girl slid a leg between his,sandwiching her thigh so that it pressed against the bulge that wasgrowing in the crotch of his jumpsuit. Gently, her leg nuzzled andpushed at the thickening length.
Still retaining its healthy hold on her tit, his hand rolled the globeand his thumb and forefinger tweaked at the tantalizing nipple until itstood atop the crest of her breast like a hard pebble of flesh. Hisactions were rewarded with the quickened breathing of his willingcompanion.
In return, her long fingered hands began searching the broad expanse ofhis chest, roaming unexplored territory until they found the zipper onhis jumpsuit. A quick downward trip and the zipper was freed. Pausingmomentarily, Ponkert rolled from the girl and slipped from his clothing,then returned to her waiting arms. Revelling in the new freedom, herhands returned to his chest, imitating his caresses of her breasts.
His hand however, moved across the velvet-like plain of her firm, tautlymuscled belly and covered the golden forest of silky strands hiding herpussy. Teasing a finger along the quivering pink lips of her cunt, heelicited a series of piteous whimpers from her throat. The cries grew inpleasure as his fingertip touched the extended tip of her clitoris. Herhips jerked forward demanding more attention to the sensuous button. Heobliged, lightly rolling the pleasure centre as he tickled anotherfinger into her vagina. She was wet in her excitement, a rainforest ofexcitement.
Her excitement was his. His cock, thick and straining in its erection,jerked and throbbed at his groin. He could feel the wetness ofpreseminal fluids washing over the gorged bead of his prick. Suddenly,he noticed her eyes had drifted to his crotch and were locked in on hismassive dick.
"Milord!" she purred in a desirous murmur, her fingertips reaching downto tenderly brush the extended length of his rigid manhood. "You are aman! Such a mighty man! Never have I seen such a huge ... Ohhhhhh!"
Her words were cut short as his finger began to move in and out of hercunt in a motion that announced things to come. His other finger swirledaround her clit, bathing it in her own lubricants.
To add to the stimulation, he lowered his lips to an up thrustingnipple. His tongue, teeth and lips worked simultaneously, whipping thegirl to a frenzy. She shoved her chest toward his face, burying him invery womanly flesh.
"Milord, please," she begged, her words interspersed between moans ofwanton desire. "Please! Please let me feel that stallion's shaft ofyours!"
Her hand tightly grasped his cock squeezing and jerking along itspulsing length. Her body was afire with a consuming passion and demandedhis cock buried deep within her belly.
Guided by her urging hand on his buttocks, he slipped atop her, thenraised himself to the height of his arms, hovering above the girl,delighting in her ecstasy-bathed face. Her hand maneuvered the thickcolumn of meat she clutched to the quivering lips between her thighs.She moaned as the turgid glans pulsed along the slit of her vulva.
"Now, milord!" she panted. "Give it to me now! All in one quick thrust!"
Almost directed by her words, his hips jerked forward. The arrowhead ofhis cock homed through the outer lips of her labia, easily splaying thescalloped pink folds of her inner lips and drilling into the hotrecesses of her humid vagina.
Now it was his turn to groan. His prick was caught in a vise ofvelvet-covered steel. For an instant he thought he'd crammed his cockinto her ass. So tight was he packed into the woman, he would havethought it was impossible, a dream-fantasy of some schoolboy, if hewasn't experiencing it now.
He didn't move, afraid he might split this most willing girl. But shedid! Her legs locked around him and her pelvis bunched up, driving hisrock-hard shaft deeper into her molten core. He groaned again. She easedback, then threw her hips forward once again in an attempt to engulf hisstraining manhood even further.
His hips began to rotate, almost of their own volition. In strong,deep-deep-grinding motions his pestle of flesh churned within theclinging confines of her cunt. He looked down at the girl, who smiledback at him, then began to rotate her own hips in the opposite directionto his.
Shifting his position slightly, he eased the throbbing length of his sexfrom the more-than-virgin-tight cuntal channel. A long moan came inanswer to his movement. Without hesitation, he heaved forward, drivinghis cock straight up into her belly. She groaned with wild desire as theblood-filled head of his sexual javelin sought to spear into her womb.She twisted and writhed, tightening and relaxing the strong muscles thatlined the walls of her vagina.
Again and again he withdrew and thrust, until her body was completely athis command; until she followed his movements with perfect timing; untilshe seemed to know which attack he would take next and then accommodateit.
He had never had such a partner before. It was as if she knew what hewas going to do before he did. While she was obliviously soaring in aworld of carnal pleasure, she seemed to devote every ounce of herstrength to providing him every iota of sensual delight her bodycontained. He had never believed such a woman existed, only dreamt ofsuch a wanton creature.
Over and over they hunched together, with her fucking him as much as hefucked her. Together they whipped each other to the heights ofsensuality, wracking each other with rapture so that only incoherentgroans escaped their lips.
In a sudden movement, which she met with uncanny timing, his hands slidbeneath her ass. His fingers dug into the yielding demi-globes. Hejerked up. She coordinated her action to his upthrust. Together theyburied his cock securely into the hot tight channel of her cunt.
He felt the taut walls of the fleshy sheath constrict with unimaginablestrength, clamping down on his sliding rod, refusing to let it leave.
Her breath was coming in short, excited gasps. She was on the verge of aconsuming orgasm, and he felt the volcanic blaze spreading from hisloins throughout his already tense body. She twisted slightly, changingthe angle of entry for his pulsing shaft. He slid deeper.
Her small twitch was all she needed. Writhing and twisting like a wildwoman, she came. Her groans were loud and echoed the complete fulfilmentthat flooded every cell of her body.
Her fiery vagina began to contract and relax around every inch of hislust-laden cock. The pressure increased in his testicles. It wasunbelievable. Her own orgasmic reactions were milking him towardrelease. Holding back the demanding flood for as long as his will powerand muscle control could, he soaked in the liquid heat of her implodingbody.
Then the trembling walls of control tumbled and he came. Prodigiously.His back arched and he strained forward seeking to cram his prodding rodeven deeper into her so very tight cunt.
The burning rush of semen and sperm that boiled up from his ballssurprised him. But come he did--in blast jets of thick lava-hot cream,that splattered the contracting walls of her vagina, coating them withhis seed.
Unable to maintain the strength in his arms under the draining release,he collapsed atop the woman beneath him. She groaned with pleasure,locking her arms around his back and holding him as he rocked in violentclimax.
Exhausted and fulfilled, they rolled to their sides, still joined intheir intimate union, enjoying the feel of each other. Neither spoke.Instead their hands tenderly caressed and their lips lightly brushedthank-you's.
He regained a bit of his strength after such arduous lovemaking and hispenis had deflated to a limp sleeping snake. The whole experience he hadjust undergone hit him in a delayed shock reaction. Hell, he didn't evenknow the name of this beautiful woman lying in his arms.
"Excuse me, uh ... " he broke the silence.
"Terri, my lord," she added for him. "My name's Terri."
"Terri?" he puzzled. "I once knew a girl named Terri in my homelands,but that was many, many years ago."
"Was she pretty, milord?" she coyly questioned.
"Quit fishing for compliments, wench," Ponkert scolded. "She was verypretty. But you are beautiful." Whereupon he showed the truth of hisstatement with a long, lingering kiss.
"But as I started off, a moment ago--I'm new to your lands and waswondering if you'd mind answering a few of the questions puzzling me?"he said as their lips parted.
"I would only be too glad to be of service, milord," she replied. "Whatis it you wish to know?"
"First off, what do you call this land?" Ponkert questioned.
Terri stared at him. "Why, milord, I call it home."
"Home? Does it not have another name?" he pressed, somewhat perplexed byher answer.
"Another name? Not that I know of" she replied.
"Okay," he said, realizing he was stalemated on that point. "What canyou tell of the man I found trying to rape you?"
Now her face twisted slightly in puzzlement, "Why, milord, that was SirYngvi. He lives in a castle of iron a few kilometers from here."
"So Yngvi is the bastard's name," Ponkert mused. "I suppose you are someprincess the black knight was carrying off to his castle to lock away ina tower?"
"Oh, no, milord!" Terri quickly corrected. "I am a scullery maid and Iwork in Sir Yngvi's castle. I was simply walking in the woods when Yngvicame upon me. He was just fooling around. I probably would've submittedhad it been anyone else. But I'd rather be had by an epileptic pig thanSir Yngvi!"
Ponkert laughed at the girl's disgust with her employer. "Yes, I'lladmit he did look a bit like the results of a Mongolian grudge fuck!"
"Listen!" Terri quieted him, placing her fingers to his lips.
He did, but beard nothing. "What's the matter?"
"Horses, milord! Listen!" she replied.
Once again he followed her instruction and heard the dull, hollow soundof numerous hooves striking the ground.
"Quickly, milord," Terri urged. "Yngvi returns with all his cohorts!"
Before Ponkert could reply, the girl had scrambled to her feet, grabbedup her thin dress from the ground and darted into the dense forest.Ponkert turned toward the direction of the hooves. A hasty glance at aband of heavily armed and armored knights riding over one of the hillsand Ponkert decided to follow his new found lover. Better to run todayand live to fight tomorrow, if need be.
Catching up with the still nude Terri, he caught her by the waist withone arm and hastened her deeper into the woods. Once the shadows werethick enough to cloak them in darkness, he pulled the girl behind abroad trunk of one of the ancient oaks. Together they peered back to theclearing, where the black-clad Yngvi and six men in his crew haddismounted. All had broad-swords strapped to their waists and carriedbucklers. In addition, one of the burly looking soldiers carried a hugedouble-bladed battle axe. Ponkert suddenly realized he had left hissword at the site of Terri's and his love making.
"Knave!" Yngvi yelled, his voice echoing through the forest. "Let mehave the girl, or I'll chop you to mincemeat and feed the pieces to thecrows!"
Ponkert's stomach did one, or two, or four sickening flip-flops. Hestared at the awesome array of weaponry, helplessly wondering how hecould possibly fight all of them for Terri? There was no way he couldtake them all on and hope to win. He suddenly yearned for his laserrifle securely berthed in his escape pod.
"What will they do to you if they catch you?" he asked the girl besidehim. "Kill you?"
She shook her head. "No, nothing that final! They will all probably taketheir pleasure with me, then leave me tied spread-eagled beside the roadso that all passing wayfarers can take their pleasure also ... "
She paused and looked at him. "They will kill you though, if they findyou."
Ponkert shivered involuntarily. The prospect of ending his life asmincemeat for a flock of crows was far from pleasant.
"Where does this forest lead?" he asked.
"To Yngvi's castle," she answered.
He shivered again.
"I'd better go out and let them have me," Terri said. "When they aregone, you can come and we'll leave together."
"No," Ponkert ordered. The thought of seeing the girl gangbanged wasn'this cup of tea either. It was obvious his adversaries were notconnoisseurs of genteel erotic arts. "Just give me a few moments tothink!"
As he turned back for another look at his opponents, the girl whispered,"I'm sorry, milord. You are goodly hung, but this I must do to save youfrom yourself!"
Ponkert never saw the rock the naked girl brought down on the back ofhis head. He only felt the crashing blow, then slumped to the greencarpet beneath his feet, unconscious.
Chapter 4
A nest of hornets had invaded the darkness filling Ponkert's head. Thebuzzing accented his splitting headache and the pounding jack-hammerthat unmercifully blasted through his mind. He very much wanted to bedead! But the wish seemed to be of little worth as his senses moved himthrough the angry hum of his universe toward the distant light ofconsciousness.
His eyes flickered open reluctantly and focussed on the canopy of oaklimbs that blotted out the sky above--and he remembered Terri.
In reaction, he jerked up to a sitting position, only serving to arouseanew the hive of hornets that dominated his aching bead. Staring down athis own nakedness, he gingerly rubbed the back of his head. His fingerswere greeted by the stickiness of oozing blood. It took a few momentsfor his still fuzzy vision to find a red-smeared rock near his left leg.Even in his half-dazed condition, it didn't take long to piece two andtwo together and realize that his scullery maid companion had had herway and given herself to Yngvi.
Yngvi!!!
The almost encounter with the black knight and his motley crew rushedback into his mind like an avalanche! Ponkert's eyes darted around theforest. There was no evidence of Yngvi or his companions.
Cautiously, the Earthman rose to his feet and padded to the security ofa massive oak trunk. While neither his eyes nor ears could discern anysigns of the knight, Ponkert didn't trust his pain-clouded senses, andhe had no wish of announcing his naked presence to the world.
Pausing momentarily to push away the dizziness that threatened to drownhim in unconsciousness once again, he clung to the gnarled trunk andlistened. Only the slight rustle of wind moving through the leaves methis ears. Regaining his balance, he began to move toward the edge of theforest where he and Terri had first seen Yngvi and his troop ride up.Cat-like he slipped from the cover of one thick trunk to another, untila faint moaning sound drew his attention.
A quick investigation and Ponkert had located the girl he sought. Terriwas bound spread-eagled between two trees. Both her wrists and ankleswere tightly held by strips of taut rawhide. She, too, was naked and itwas obvious Yngvi and his playmates had taken their pleasure beforeleaving. Her head bung forward, her champagne-coloured hair mattedacross her firm, proud breasts. Likewise the golden fleece covering hercunt was plastered over her vulva with dried sexual juices. Silverypaths of sperm tracks ran down the soft white interior of her thighs.
Within moments, Ponkert had worked through the leather bonds with histeeth and fingernails and had carried the semi-conscious girl to a mossybed on the bank of a nearby stream. The remnants of Terri's frock andthe cool, clear water formed a soothing compress which he applied to herforehead.
The girl stirred as he bathed her face. Her legs opened slightly and shemurmured as if lost in a dream, "No ... Please ... Not again. Please ...Please ... NO ... Oh, please ... Please ... Yes ... Yess ... "
Then she was awake, her eyes flashing wide open and recognizing Ponkertcrouched beside her.
"Milord, what happened? I remember Yngvi and his thugs making sport withme--and then everything went black," she said, rolling to her side as iftrying to hide her abused sex from his eyes. "That must have been afterthe third or fourth time I came ... "
She quickly bit her tongue and stared up at Ponkert with deep green eyesof innocence, fully realizing she had revealed the pleasure she hadfound in the mass rape. Ponkert smiled down at the nude beauty, relievedshe was none the worse for the encounter. Gently he bent down andlightly kissed her lips.
"We had better get moving," he urged softly. "I need to find my landingcraft and arm myself in case your employer and his nasty friends shoulddecide to return."
Terri's long-fingered hands ran over his broad, bare shoulders then downhis arms. "Milord's arms are just fine! Why do you want more? Will itmake you more, a man?"
Ponkert scooted back, blocking an attempt by the girl to move herfingers to his loins. He mentally grinned, knowing that despite herrecent multiple rapes, Terri's sexual hunger had not been sated. Whilehe had to admit her offering was hard to resist, the thought that theblack knight might return put a damper on any romp in the hay at thismoment.
"Never mind that, wench! Let's make tracks!" he scowled, letting a sharpswat of his hand on her pert ass cheeks form the exclamation point tohis command.
Terri whimpered, more disappointed than hurt, and sat up. Ponkertglanced around, then spoke, "Where are the rest of your clothes? Hell,where are mine?"
"Sir Yngvi, the louse, took them," the blonde scullery maid answered."All except for this pitiful rag."
She handed Ponkert the wet compress he had used. The Earthman acceptedit with shrugging shoulders.
"Not much to work with, is it?" he smiled weakly. "But then, we can't gorunning around bare-ass naked, now can we?"
"Why not, Milord Ponkert?" Terri insisted.
"I'd get tired of fighting off all the young studs that would be wantingto ravish you," Ponkert sighed, letting his eyes trace the delectablydesirable curves of Terri's well-developed body.
The girl's green eyes rolled to his. "Milord is too kind."
"Stop fishing for compliments," he ordered. "We need some sort ofclothing. And you may drop the 'milord' stuff. Just call me Chad!"
"Chad," she seemed to whisper, obviously enjoying the sound of the name,then reached up and took back the still wet rag Ponkert held in hishand.
Five minutes later, she had slithered into a crudely fashioned g-stringthat did little to hide the inviting bulge of her sex. After convincingPonkert it wasn't unusual for women to go about bare-breasted in hercountry, she used the remaining fabric to construct an equally revealingloin cloth for him. Quickly the Earthman slipped into the garment,ignoring the wetness that clung to his balls.
Pulling the jiggling-titted girl to her feet, Ponkert made his way tothe glade where his escape pod had touched down. A hasty check showed itwould never leave the ground again. The main venturi had ruptured andthe internal power supply had shorted out, fusing most of the intricatesolid state circuitry.
From the cockpit of the small craft, he retrieved a laser pistol and asignal beacon. The hard plastic and polyurethane foam used for theinterior could add nothing to their skimpy clothing. Slamming theairlock shut, he fiddled with the compact signal beacon. A small greendot appeared at the extreme edge of the screen, pinpointing the locationof Jan's misguided landing. The signal was several hundred kilometers tothe north. Ponkert had a long, arduous journey ahead of him before hewould again see his lovely copilot.
"Milor--Chad, if I might suggest, we can go to my father's inn. I wantnothing more to do with Yngvi or his scullery."
Since there were no better offers, Ponkert replied, "Yes. Yngvi is alouse. Lead on, fair lady!"
Terri's green eyes sparkled and she started off toward a small rise tothe north. Her coral-tipped jugs bounced freely to and fro. Ponkertwillingly followed. No matter what Terri's family was like, at themoment he had no better place to go.
The trek to the inn, about ten kilometers as best the Earthman couldestimate, was uneventful. The caravansary, as Terri explained, waslocated on a main trade route between two small kingdoms. Luckily, noneof the numerous caravans Terri described were en route this evening.Despite his laser, Ponkert felt more than a little naked in this newworld.
As they approached the two-story wooden inn, a series of ratherhigh-pitched screams, definitely coming from a woman, followed byseveral large crashes met their ears. Grabbing Ponkert's hand, Territrotted forward to the commotion coming from the interior of thebuilding.
Throwing the door open, it took Ponkert but a fraction of a second totake in the scene inside. A fight was in progress. An aproned man,obviously Terri's father, was vigorously fending off the blades of threescurrilous-looking men with an iron fireplace poker.
"Highwaymen!" Terri gasped at his side.
As Ponkert stepped into the room, the innkeeper raised the poker andsquarely bashed it into the head of one of his opponents. The attackercrumpled to the floor with a loud howl, then remained still, bloodpooling around his head. However, one of the remaining two robberslunged forward, jarring the innkeeper's weapon from his hand. Thehelpless man just managed to duck and evade the two blades that soughthis throat. Steel thudded into the rough log wall of the inn as theinnkeeper scurried away.
As the two highwaymen yanked their blades free, Ponkert rushed forwardand grabbed one of the mens' wrists. Retaining a tight hold on thebrawny arm, he twisted to his left and tugged downward. The simpleapplication of a little leverage sent the assailant sprawling on hisback on the wooden floor of the inn.
Without hesitating, Ponkert followed through his attack, dropping to oneknee beside the downed man. Using his fisted hand like a hammer, hedelivered a sharp atemi-waza blow to his opponent's exposed throat. Agurgling noise came from the man's mouth, followed by blood thattrickled from his lips and nostrils. With his windpipe crushed, therobber would be of no further menace.
Ponkert cast a quick glance over his shoulder. The other swordsman stoodbehind him, his blade swinging in a high arc above his head--a blow, ifended, that would split Ponkert's head like some hollow gourd.
Almost in reflex action, the half-naked Earthman dived to the side asthe blue-steel sword descended. The metal sang in a high-pitched whineas it fell through empty air that had once held its intended victim. Soclose was his escape from the deadly bite, that Ponkert felt the hairbeing shaved from his biceps.
Rolling on his shoulders in one smooth ukemi movement, Ponkert cameupright and stood face-to-face with his would-be assassin. Thehighwayman had recovered from his empty blow and advanced. He held thewicked blade in a two-hand grasp before him. A self-assured smile ofvictory twisted his lips evilly.
With a loud cry, the bandit swung the razor-sharp sword over his headagain and charged. As the honed length of death arced downward, Ponkertlaunched forward and caught one of the man's massive wrists in a perfectseoi-nage, the Earthman twisted into his assailant, throwing him overhis shoulder.
To complete his attack, Ponkert, still grasping the fallen man's arm,twisted in a violent application of kansetu-waza. The joint-rendingaction was all that was needed to break the swordsman's arm at theelbow.
His chest heaving, the loin-clothed Earthman stepped back and viewed theresults of many hours of judo and karate training. The fight had lastedless than a minute, though Ponkert, living it in the slow motiontimelessness of a trained fighter, felt as if the encounter had lastedfor hours.
Suddenly Terri was all over him. Her arms were tightly wound around hisneck and her lips kissed wetly over his face between flourishes ofpraises of his strength and courage. Through the golden forest of hertresses, Ponkert watched his last opponent limp from the inn, clutchinghis mangled arm.
"Get away from him, you oversexed wench!" a loud voice belonging to thegirl's father boomed. "I might have known my ugly daughter would comehome with a common street brawler!"
The aproned innkeeper was beside them, his arms wrenching them apart--anaction which Ponkert felt showed a definite lack of gratitude on theman's part. After all, he had just been saved from being skewered on thewrong end of a sword--or maybe two swords.
But before the Earthman could protest, Terri was bubbling forth a storyof how Ponkert had met and defeated Sir Yngvi and fourteen of his men,chased them back to the black knight's iron castle and threatened theircastration if they ventured from behind the walls again. As she went on,Ponkert was amazed to learn he was a king from some far off province ona sacred quest. He also learned his clothing was lost in a single-handedattack of the equivalent of a fire-breathing dragon.
Ponkert watched the man's face soften from a hard visage, thenabsolutely glow with pleasure when Terri mentioned something to theeffect that the Earthman was a king from a distant land.
A wide grin splitting his face, the innkeeper slapped Ponkert on hisbare back, "Milord, 'tis a pleasure for my humble house to be visited byroyalty. I am called Vern Hogar and I would be greatly honored if youwould deign to accept my simple hospitality. 'Tis not often I can claimthat a king slept within my inn."
"I'm afraid Terri exaggerated a bit ... " Ponkert began, then paused asthe glow on Hogar's face started to fade. Realizing a few more wordscould return him to the status of a "common street brawler" hecontinued, "... I didn't lose my clothes fighting a dragon. But theywere so scorched, I was embarrassed to be seen in them with such abeautiful lady as your daughter. So I discarded them!"
Somehow the story just didn't seem to fit right with him, but Hogar wasdelighted, which was all that mattered.
"By all the gods of Ulfbom, you must rule a woman-poor kingdom to thinkTerri the least bit attractive," Hogar laughed, once more applying afriendly, but stinging slap to Ponkert's back. "But a king is a king andI'll not dispute your word. But you must see my other daughter, Letti."
The innkeeper called out. Immediately a second girl hastened into theroom from the kitchen, where she had apparently hidden during the fight.Ponkert was hard-pressed to believe the sight that met his eyes. Thisgorgeous creature was a carbon copy of the girl still clinging aroundhis neck! The same flowing blonde hair, the deep, emerald green eyesthat danced with light, and the same fabulous body. His balls did somenice-feeling flip-flops. An old twentieth century advertising sloganflashed through his mind, "Double your pleasure, double your fun!"
From the corner of his eye, Ponkert noticed Terri's mouth turn upslightly with disapproval at the gaze he had given her sister. But aquick light kiss remedied the frown.
"... and you must realize that Terri will bed anything that wears pantsbecause she is so poorly endowed. At first I took you to be another oneof the riffraff she brings home. But a king, even of a smallprovince--that's a different story!"
Hogar still babbled on, "If it would not offend you, sir, I have a fineset of clothing which I took in payment for a room from a nobleman downon his luck. I also have an old, but sturdy mankil left by the samenobleman which should prove to be a fine mount for your sacred quest,whatever it be. It's the least I can do to repay you for saving my hide,not to mention my gold, from the highwaymen."
Ponkert didn't protest as the innkeeper maneuvered him away from Terriand up a small flight of stairs to a room.
"Make this your home while you are here," Hogar said. "The nobleman'sclothes are bundled in the corner."
As the man left, Ponkert entered and found his new attire spread acrossa chair. He chuckled to himself as he donned the rather gaudy black andwhite checkered trousers that fit him like tights. The loose blouse-likeshirt, complete with puffed sleeves, was red. To top off the strangecostume, there was a bright yellow cape, which he swirled to hisshoulders with a flare that would have put Errol Flynn to shame.
Feeling somewhat like a clown, but thoroughly enjoying the medievalgarb, Ponkert slid his feet into black knee boots, then strode back downto the main room of the inn like a strutting rooster.
The praises that came from Terri and Letti and their father seemed to bea little too much, but Ponkert didn't mind. Nor did his ego suffer asthey led him to a wooden table and proceeded to array a feast ofdelectable meats and tasty vegetables before him. Although he couldn'tidentify one of them, the meat was fantastic; so was the serviceprovided by the twin sisters. Ponkert suppressed the urge to order oneof the girls to peel him a grape.
After the sisters cleared the remains of the meal away, Hogar placed alarge earthen jar on the table, then seated himself opposite theEarthman. The wine, a transparent orange and quite tasty, flowed as thesisters returned with four mugs. Ponkert listened to the innkeeper'sbawdy stories and laughed in the appropriate places. He also managed tolearn the planet's name from the man--Keller. The mankil, which theinnkeeper had given him as part of his reward, turned out to be Keller'sequivalent of a horse, only with six legs.
After awhile, Hogar grew silent and Ponkert, in turn, told tales of hisown. Every word of them were lies, but then no one seemed to mind.Ponkert silently thanked Edgar Rice Burroughs, Robert E. Howard and CaerGed for their tales of derring-do, from which he drew heavily.
As the log in the fireplace had turned to embers and due to theconsiderable amount of wine under his belt, the Earthman was finallyallowed to be excused. Taking his arm, the still half-nude Terri helpedhim up the stairs and into his room. Somewhere below he heard the doorto the inn open and another visitor enter, but he paid little attentionto it.
Instead his complete attention was given to the woman who had begunundressing him. Terri's fingertips traced all sorts of soft, warmpatterns over his body as an extra touch, while she stripped the gaudycostume from him.
As she neatly folded his clothes over a chair, Ponkert pulled back thecovers on the massive four-posted bed that filled most of his small roomand slipped in. Smiling at her self-made king, Terri's fingers tuckedbeneath her rag briefs. Watching his eyes following her movements, shewiggled her full, jutting hips slightly and slithered from the g-string.For a few moments she posed for his admiring eyes, allowing him a totalview of her obvious attributes.
Then in a tit bouncing little leap she was on the bed with him, her armsaround his neck. Accepting the invitation, he pulled the willing girl tohim. Her mountainous mammaries flattened against his naked chest astheir lips met.
Easing his tongue into her mouth, he explored the dark, sweet harborwith an intensity that grew and grew. He felt her teeth gently nibble athis probe. Teasingly, he withdrew, then thrust back playfully, duellingwith her moist pink tongue. Urgently, his arms tightened around her,locking them together as their tongues twirled and twined and dancedmadly over each other.
When he broke for a deep breath, he allowed his teeth to nip tauntinglyat her lips. She moaned and quivered, shoving her body even closer tohis nakedness. Sliding a leg out from under the covers, he maneuvered itbetween her thighs. The wetness of her excitement welled from her cuntmoistening his knee. Gently, he rubbed his leg into the wanton mound.
However, the reaction he obtained was exactly the opposite of the one hesought. Moaning, the girl disentangled his arms and rose above him.
"I'm sorry, milord Chad," she pouted. "It seems that Sir Yngvi and hiscrew did more harm than I realized. I am more than a little tender."
Understanding, the Earthman gently brushed his hand against the girl'scheek and smiled.
But Terri had started something and was not to be put off. "Chad, youwill not be denied a woman. Wait but a moment!"
Before he could reply, the delightful bundle of woman had bounded fromhis bed and darted out the door. Within seconds, he heard the padding offour bare feet outside. In the next moment, they were inside the room.
The second pair of feet belonged to Terri's lovely sister, Letti, whowore but a thin cotton nightgown. Letti's eyes sparkled as they met thesight of the half-covered, naked man reclining on the bed.
"I had planned cuntry matters this night," Terri began, "but since I amunable to perform, my sister will!"
Ponkert's cock stirred beneath the bed sheets at the proposal that hadjust been offered. Letti didn't seem to mind either.
In one swift motion, the girl reached down and grabbed the bottom of hergown, then pulled up. She didn't stop until the fabric came off aboveher head and fell to the wooden floor behind her. Ponkert's prick wentas rigid as a flagpole at the double image of beauty that stood at thefoot of his bed. Letti was an exact image of her sister. The samebillowy breasts jutted out from her chest, already heaving witharousement. Her legs were just as shapely and supple as Terri's, andequally, they forced his eyes to focus on the full-fleeced love moundthat waited between her spread legs.
Hard-pressed to find any difference in the two girls, Ponkert finallyfound the distinguishing characteristic--Terri had a large dark mole inthe smooth creamy valley between her tits.
"You have found my ugliness, milord," the girl said, noticing thedirection of his gaze. "I hope you do not find it too offensive."
Suddenly realizing the meaning of Hogar's remarks about Terri'sugliness, Ponkert began to laugh, "Terri, my beautiful scullery maid,you still are unrivalled in my eyes!"
Then he added for Letti, "Although I must admit your sister is theclosest thing I've found to you."
Apparently pleased by his words, both girls trotted across the room in abouncing, bobbing movement of four tantalizing tits that mesmerized him.Without hesitating, they slid into the bed, one on each side,sandwiching him between two equally warm and exciting bundles ofwoman-flesh. Their mouths were all over his, each seeking to possess hislips.
Still laughing, he cried out, "Enough. I am but a normal man with thecapability of satisfying but one woman at a time!"
Both girls withdrew a little, very little. Their ponderous tits stillmashed and flattened against his sides, and their hands still exploredover the muscular rises of his chest, playing in the thick forest ofhair that grew there. Occasionally, their fingers would find one of hissmall pebble-like nipples and tweak it teasingly.
"It does present a problem," Terri puzzled for a moment, "but Letti isready and willing and able ... "
Smiling, he reached up and kissed the girl, then whispered a lewdsuggestion in her ear. Terri grinned and answered, "Only too willinglywill I wait, milord Chad."
Ponkert kissed her once more, then turned his attention to the waitingsister beside him. Letti's eyes blazed with emerald fire as she realizedshe would be first.
Allowing his hands to encompass the fleshy mountains of her breasts, hislips lightly brushed the softness of her neck. She moaned deep in herthroat as his tongue flicked lightly at her tender skin.
As he had done moments ago with Terri, his leg moved between the girl'sthighs and rubbed eagerly at the patch that brushed over her vulva. Thegirl stiffened with excitement and her moans deepened to healthy groans.Her hips ground into him, rolling his hard and aroused cock. As herhands grasped at his cock, he felt a third hand dip between his legs andcool, long fingers gently play with the rocks of lust securely held intheir sac.
Moving downward along her neck his lips and tongue found the summeryvalley between her breasts. He kissed gently allowing his warm breath tosensitize the waiting flesh.
The girl wiggled a hand between their bodies and found his bludgeoningshaft. Her fingers wrapped around its thick length and squeezed. It washis turn to moan.
Reluctantly, he removed one of his hands from the twin mounds he held.Spiralling upward to the peach-blushed crest, his adventurous tonguebegan climbing the warm breast igniting waves of sensual heat within thegirl. Licking and twirling, he attained the summit and engulfed the hardnipple. She gasped under the attack, thrusting her chest up and fillinghis mouth with the aroused nipple and the delectable flesh under it.
He sucked hard as his tongue raced around the erect, throbbing button offlesh. Her moaning increased and he could feel the hastened pace of herracing heart. His tongue flicked over and over the excited nubbin like asmall oral whip. The girl's hips ground harder into his leg and her handclamped around his cock like a vise.
When he finally released the sensation-flooded breast and moved hismouth to its twin, the entire length of his thigh was moist with thejuices of love that streamed within the blonde beauty's pussy.
Twisting slightly, he was upon the delightful bed of pleasure thatwantonly awaited him. Releasing his holds on the girl's bountifulbosoms, he pushed himself upward and stared down into the lust-mistedgreen eyes below him.
Expertly, she guided the bead of his throbbing cock to the open mouth ofher cunt. But instead of positioning it for a thrust deep within herbelly, the girl brushed it over the small extended length of herclitoris. Like two blades of flesh, one a small dagger and the other abroadsword, she duelled his cock against her rigid little clit.Engaging, disengaging and parrying she moved the sensitive glans againsther, whipping herself to higher levels of sexual desire. He gasped asthe massive arrowhead of his manliness brushed and stroked the tinynubbin of pleasure.
Then her legs were wrapped around his and his shaft positioned forentry. Abruptly in an almost violent action, he thrust forward plungingpast the thick lips of her outer labia and the tender folds of her innerlips into the deep recesses of her belly. As with her sister, the girl'sdesire-laden cunt seemed to grasp him like a third hand. She was tight,unbelievably tight. He twitched and slithered deeper into the velvetywarmth of her channel of pleasure.
As he pulled from the clinging mouth of her belly, he felt Terri's handsplaying lightly over the rock-hard cheeks of his ass, as if in areminder of his whispered promise. A probing finger found the tight ringof his anus and pushed its way into his ass hole. He groaned under theunexpected intrusion and slammed his full length back into the girlbeneath him, who groaned deep and satisfied in return.
As he withdrew again, Terri's finger once more drilled into thetightness of his bowels, igniting needles of hot pleasure along everynerve of his body. He was fucking one hell of a willing girl, and at thesame time, an equally willing girl was finger fucking his ass. Thesensation was something more than marvellous.
Trying to return his attention to his primary goal of balling the hellout of Letti, he plunged back into the girl's opening, skewering her onthe full length of his pulsing meat. He slammed hard into her crotch,cramming her hungry cunt full of cock. She writhed, and her clutchinghands dug desire-ridden fingernails into his shoulders.
Then in jackhammer-like strokes, he pumped himself in and out of thewanton vessel of desire. Her pelvis leaped and pulled from him,accommodating his every motion. Like Terri, the girl seemed toanticipate his actions before he made them.
As Terri drilled her finger in and out of his ass, he slithered in andout of the juicy, warm pussy that attempted to suck at him like a mouth.Again and again, he rammed home, trying to bang the bulging thickness ofhis glans against the girl's cervix. Wetly and loudly their bodies metat a fanatic pace. Harder and harder he plowed into the lubricant-filledsluice of her body.
As the burning sensation that filled his balls reached a volcanic heat,the twisting and writhing girl below him clamped her thighs around himin a desperate leg lock. A pleasure-flooded cry tore from her lips asher body quaked and rocked with soul-shattering release. She grunted andgroaned like a woman gone wild. Her fingernails clawed red welts overhis shoulders.
Held nearly motionless by her entrapping legs, he pumped as best hecould, letting the strong contractions of her tight pussy milk over thelength of his exploding rod. The sensation was all that was needed tobring steaming jets of hot come bursting from his balls and splatteringover the enveloping folds of cunt that held him. Despite the quakingtremors that jolted his body, he maintained his position above theclimaxing girl, saving her from a painful, tit-crushing fall.
When at last her legs relaxed and fell from him, he collapsed to hisside, groaning as Terri's finger wrenched painfully from his ass. Formoments he lay back, his eyes closed, oblivious to all but the deepbreath that came from the fulfilled girl at his side. Then he noticedthe persistent lips that lightly brushed over his. His eyes flutteredopen weakly. Terri smiled at him. His eyes closed again, and teethsharply nipped at his lips.
"Oww!" he grunted, his eyes flying open and staring at the pouting girl.
"Be careful, milord," Letti chuckled at his side. "When she gets in oneof these moods, she might eat you!"
Ponkert glanced at the flashing green eyes. "That sounds more like atreat than a threat!"
The sisters laughed devilishly.
"My turn, sister," Terri said, once more kissing Ponkert's lips. "Afterall, I found him first!"
"Relax a moment, wench," he pleaded. "I'm not made of iron. Give me afew minutes to catch my breath!"
"Am I so ugly, Chad? Don't I excite you? ... " Terri bit her lower lipand pouted as if stifling a whimper.
"No! No, Terri ... It's just ... " He stopped abruptly, catching theimpish glint in the girl's eyes. He finished by hauling the very sexyblonde across his legs and applying a smart swat to her upturned pinkass.
"For taking such a liberty and speaking in such a manner to your lord,"he grunted in mock anger.
The sprawled out girl giggled and twitched her protruding bottominvitingly. Without hesitating, his hand smacked loudly against herlovely rear once again. This time he left a red outline of his hand. Shegroaned and quaked. Her whole body shivered with excitement.
"You sexy bitch! If it's a spanking you want, I'll damn sure see thatyou get one!" he said as his hand descended again and again.
There was no protest, only desirous moans and heavy panting. Thebeautiful woman writhed and twisted under his slapping palms, but didnothing to remove herself from the playful punishment. Only when shebegged, did he stop.
"Please, you promised" she pleaded.
"I told you I'm not made of iron," he replied.
"But you felt like iron to me!" she answered, moving a hand between hislegs and squeezing his already hardened length of cock.
Chuckling he said, "You asked for it. Now I'm going to send myself upyour back until you beg for mercy!"
Waves of gooseflesh visibly rippled over the girl's back as his handsreached out and grabbed the full half-moons of her ass. Roughly, hejerked her to her knees, then scurried to his own, positioning thevulnerable buttocks before him.
Retaining his grasp on the ass cheeks, he pushed the fleshy demi-globesapart. Then without warning, his head lowered and his lips touchedlightly against the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The girl quiveredwith anticipation of what was to follow.
And as she expected, it came. Sleek and wet, his tongue whipped out frombehind his lips and licked over the hard little nodes. Around and aroundhe moved, soothing and relaxing the taut little entrance to her ass.
Licking and lapping, he worked until she relaxed enough for the eagertip of his tongue to drill its way inward. Kneeling on all fours, it wasall the frosty-haired beauty could do to keep from collapsing on the bedas waves of sexual desire raced through the open nerve endings of herbody. Slickening and wetting the tight channel for his entrance, hetwisted and twirled his tongue deeper into the humid interior of herbowels.
Realizing what their companion had planned for her sister, Letti slidbetween Ponkert's legs and pulled his cock downward with tenderlycaressing fingers. In one sudden motion, her mouth opened to a wide "O"and she engulfed the throbbing dick in the warmth of her mouth. Eagerly,her tongue raced around the thick circumference, bathing it with salivaand kisses of pleasure. Her efforts, like his, were to provide an easyentry into the backside of the woman he now kneeled behind.
With a quick barrage of tongue flourishes, he withdrew his mouth fromthe girl's ass hole. Glancing down, his gaze was caught by two flashinggreen eyes that were smiling in lieu of the mouth that was trying itsbest to gobble up the ponderous man-root that jutted from his loins.Releasing Terri's pert bottom, he reached down and gingerly slippedLetti's predatory lips from his glistening rod. The girl extractedherself from between his legs, wetly lapping her silken tongue over thetightly wrinkled sac holding his balls as she went.
Returning his attention once more to the kneeling girl, his handslightly ran up the inner smoothness of her thighs. Caressing andfondling he smoothed the pliant flesh that met his fingers.
"Do it now, Chad!" the trembling beauty moaned as her hand clutched atthe feather mattress of the bed. "Now! Pleaseee!"
Using both his bands, he once more spread the white demi-globes of herass. His testicle sac tightened to a hard sphere as his eyes found thebrown, saliva-lubricated anus. Suddenly, Letti was behind him, herbulbous breasts teasing their hard nipples over his back and her lipstaunting his neck.
"I will help!" she whispered, flicking a teasing tongue over his earlobe.
Puzzled, he shivered as the girls playful lips worked down his back.Then he groaned as her long searching fingers glided between his legs,eventually wrapping themselves around the desire-filled column of meatpounding from his groin. Squeezing and stroking his lust-laden tool, hercommanding fingertips edged the pulsing piston toward her sister's asshole. As the blood-gorged head nudged against the tiny entrance, thekneeling girl groaned in wanton expectation. Similar moans rumbled deepin his own throat.
"Now, milord Chad," Terri urged, her voice trembling with excitement."Now!"
Now it was. Still guided by her sister's commanding hand, he easedforward to the centre of the pinched ring of muscle. With steady, butincreasing force, he pressed his attack almost flattening the thickcrown of his cock. The taut sphincter abated and allowed his glansentrance. Then as Letti's hand withdrew to lovingly fondle the hardrocks locked securely against his scrotum, he plunged forward, plowingto the hilt.
Both he and Terri cried in pleasure as his shaft shot into the humidchannel of her ass. Filled with his burning, swollen manhood, her hipstwitched and thrust back to take every millimeter of his searing length.He, in turn, grunted and quaked as the burning vise of tightnesscaptured his cock and squeezed with fascinating strength.
For four long seconds they remained motionless, accustoming themselvesto the rear entry. Then her ass muscles relaxed enough for him to slidefree, leaving only the throbbing crown of his cock within the heatedanal canal.
Easing his head to the girl's back, he slid his hand around hertrembling body, letting one capture one of her now pendulous tits andanother glide to her crotch. Pushing back into the depths of her bowels,his hands kneaded the fleshy globe of her breast, and gingerly fondledthe extended penis-imitating clit at the top of her tender cunt.
As his hips began their age-old pumping motion, he once again becameaware of Letti behind him. Her hand still tickled its way over his ballsand scrotum, but she had added her mouth to the game. As he had donewith her sister a few brief seconds before, her mouth was at his ass.
His whole being quaked with uncontrollable passion as her wet, demandingtongue licked at his ass hole. Matching the inward-outward motion of hisass fucking, she laved oral softness over his anus. Slavering andlapping, she licked. Then her teeth nibbled at the slackening nodes ofthe small entrance until her tongue wedged into the tight pocket. Likean oral expert, she ate her way into his ass.
As he continued to glide in and out of the sucking ass that dominatedhis cock he wondered if the two delightful sisters had shared a manbefore. From the teamwork the two displayed, he was sure they had. Butit didn't matter, not to the least degree. He was enjoying their effortsto the utmost!
Behind a probing tongue crammed into his ass. In reaction, hestraightened and slammed his burning shaft deep into the ass in front ofhim. Together, a threesome, they worked, jabbing hard in long grindingstrokes. He drove the girl attached to his impaling rod higher andhigher, while the squeezing ass and drilling tongue whipped him on.
Bucking and quaking, Terri threw her buttocks, against his crotch. Shenow fucked herself on his thick cylinder of flesh as much as he fuckedher. Again and again she helped cram the massive length home. Over andover the sensation-filled swells of passion rose and fell.
Under the triple stimulation of her tit, clit and well-fucked ass, thekneeling blonde came. In a mighty flood of colours and pleasure, herbody was racked with tremors of lust. She groaned and cried in abandonedsensual fulfilment.
Fireworks roman-candled throughout the entire length of his cock as heranal muscles violently contracted and clamped even harder on his rod.Boiling upward from his teased testicles, his load of hot sperm andsemen rushed. Shaking and quaking as much as the woman before him, hecame, blasting fountain after fountain of cream-coloured juices into thesqueezing ass.
Unable to maintain their upright positions under the tidal wave ofpassion that controlled their bodies, the couple collapsed onto thesoftness of the big bed.
Somewhere in a satisfied mist, before drifting into a well-deservedsleep, Ponkert felt Letti snuggle close against his back while he layagainst Terri, coupled like spoons.
Chapter 5
Mankil--it was a word Ponkert had learned to hate during the week sinceleaving Hogar's inn and his two sexy daughters. The Earthman rocked andjolted on the back of his own personal mankil. He was decked out in thefinery provided by the grateful innkeeper, and a sword, dropped by oneof the highwaymen he had encountered, dangled at his side, not tomention the laser pistol tucked into his breeches. The weather was fineand the countryside had provided an abundance of eatable food, but hecouldn't remember ever feeling more miserable. Mankil--the sound of theword only made him feel worse.
Hogar had given him the six-legged beast out of kindness. However,Ponkert also suspected the innkeeper had a distinct sadistic streak inhim. Hogar had forgotten to mention where the mankil, which looked likethe misbreeding of a horse and a rhinoceros, got its name. The wobbly,somewhat lopsided gait of the massive animal seemed to have but onepurpose--to bust his balls!
When he had first begun his search for Jan seven days ago, he hadthought it would only take time to adjust to the mankil's unevenstrides. The first three days of his ride had left him sore when eveningcame. The fourth day created an ache in his crotch that wouldn't quit.The fifth day sent knives of pain into his groin as the beast bobbed up,while he was bouncing down. On the sixth day, he had walked more than herode to avoid the ball-breaking torture.
Now, as noon neared on his seventh day, he reined the mankil to a halt,fearing his very manhood was in jeopardy. With relief washing throughhis body, he slid from the broad hairless back and dropped to theground.
Allowing his mount to idly munch on the thick sylvan grass, Ponkertwalked to a nearby tree.
From the leafy boughs of the strange unearthly tree, he selected a largepecan-like nut that he had come to find quite tasty during his briefstay on Keller. He cracked the peach-sized seed against the trunk. Theyellow meat inside had the slight hint of persimmons, which he savouredwhile puzzling his mankil problems.
All in all, the beast would be an invaluable asset in his search for hismissing co-pilot. After all, it was easier to ride than walk, not tomention the greater distances he could put behind him in a day. But onthe other hand, if the ride was going to emasculate him, there waslittle purpose in continuing the ordeal.
Tossing the empty shells from his bands, Ponkert watched them bounce onthe ground. Still perplexed, he pulled another from the tree and smashedit against the trunk. The over-sized nut cracked in two perfect halvesand the meat fell out into his hand. Munching on the tasty nut, hefingered the split shell remembering the walnut boats he had constructedto sail in mud puddle seas when he was a child on Earth.
"Chadwick Ponkert, you're the one real dumbass!" he mumbled, realizinghe held the key to his problem in his hand.
Delighting in the almost fur-lined feeling of the interior of thenutshell, he quickly pulled a red sash from his waist. Within the hour,Ponkert had fashioned a crude, but comfortable jock strap, complete withnutcup--literally a nutcup. Smiling, he once more mounted the greyhairless mankil. A quick check of the green signal blip on his locatorbeacon and he nudged the sides of the beast with his heels.
Thirty minutes later, and with a minimum of discomfort, he grinnedsmugly to himself, assured that he had met and outsmarted the mankil'sprimary weapon against mankind!
Glancing at his crotch, he mused over the fact that his new accoutrementlooked exactly like a codpiece. He smiled. He had never experienceddifficulty in attracting women in the past and he certainly had not beenneglected since arriving on Keller. For moments, his mind's eye recalledthe tempting visions of Terri and Letti.
However, no matter how lovely the mental images, the jarring gait of hismount bounced them away and Ponkert once more turned his attention tothe passing countryside.
During his first week, he had closed the distance between himself andthe green blip on his locator by almost a hundred and fifty kilometers.He had also confirmed his first impressions about the planet; it wasdefinitely medieval. The two villages he had passed through had beenruled by feudal lords, both somewhat more accommodating than Sir Yngvi.
The society here seemed to have stepped right out of the days of Earth'sKing Arthur. Most labours centered around farming, but familymanufacturing was beginning to bud. Ponkert had also noticed the sexualmores seemed to be somewhat more lax than he expected. As his visits tothe two hamlets proved, the sexual attitudes of Terri and Letti were thenorm rather than the exception on Keller.
While the planet wasn't exactly what he and Jan had originally set outto find, he realized a veritable mine lay within his reach if he couldset up the matter transmission link with Earth. The very strangeness ofKeller would attract tourists in droves, not to mention the sexualattitudes. With just the right amount of dickering with Earth'sgovernment, he would in fact be Prince Ponkert with a pleasure planet athis feet.
The title rolled around in his head and he savoured the sound. PleasurePrince Ponkert. He would establish his empire and sit back to enjoy therewards of his labours.
Almost humming to himself in revelry, Ponkert affectionately patted thehuge varicose neck of his mount. The animal tilted its monstrous headsideways to glance at him with dull, flat-grey eyes, then turned itsvision back to the path.
"Such unresponsiveness! A kingdom of wealth is within our reach and youdon't even blink!" Ponkert chided the animal. "You, my friend, deserve aname to fit your apathy."
Musing to himself, the Earthman dug into his historical memories andpulled a most fitting title for the beast from the mid-twentiethcentury. He could think of no better name denoting nonresponse than thatof a president of a then powerful nation.
"Nameless one," he announced to his mount, "by the powers vested in me,Pleasure Prince Ponkert of Keller, I hereby dub thee Richard ofMillhouse."
The mankil didn't even feel the title was worth another sideways glanceand continued plodding its way forward.
Ponkert's amusement over the emotionless animal was cut short by ascream of terror that echoed before him. Reining Richard up a smallrise, he scouted the terrain ahead. In an open glade in a valley of afull kilometer away, he could discern three indistinct figuressurrounded by darting grey forms. As he watched, one of the men fellunder an onrushing grey tide.
Digging his heels in the mankil's thick sides, he lumbered toward thecommotion. The tableaux became clearer. A pack of wolf-like creatures,with long vicious canines bared, surrounded two men, whose swordsflashed out drawing blood when one of the creatures pressed too close.What he had seen fall was not a man, but a mankil, which part of thepack was now devouring.
As he watched, the two men fought valiantly, the smaller, a young boyperhaps, was noticeably tiring. The ring of grey-furred death was edgingcloser and closer. Eventually, by sheer weight of numbers, the two wouldfall as had their mankil.
Swinging his heels hard into his mount's flanks, he urged it to a fullgallop. From his side, Ponkert pulled the blue-steel sword, prepared toslice a path through the wolf-like creatures.
It was then the unexpected happened. Richard, who had followed itsrider's commands to this point, abruptly dug its six hooved feet intothe ground and came to a dead stop. Ponkert, however, didn't. Instead,the Earthman went flying head over ass above the broad grey neck of themankil, landing on his back with a bone jarring thud.
Shaking the pain from his racked body, he rolled to his feet with onlyhis dignity suffering any noticeable injury. However his short flighthad left him swordless and on the very edge of the circling pack ofwolves, which seemed to be twice the size of their Earth counterparts.
While the two men, battling for their lives, had not noticed hisarrival, one of the pack did and turned its attention to the newcomer. Ashort dash and a powerful leap sent the two hundred pound animalhurtling for the Earthman's throat. In the entire history of man, onlyone unique feature has allowed him to meet more powerful animals andsurvive--not his brain, but his ability to leap sideways.
That's exactly what Ponkert did. The wolf missed him, its dripping fangsbrushing the cloth of his shirt. The time needed for the animal toreverse its course for another attack was all Ponkert needed to slip hislaser pistol free. The wolf didn't have the opportunity for another leapbefore a thin line of red heat blasted from the gun, searing through itsbrain.
As he turned back to the remaining pack, Ponkert watched the snarling,snapping teeth of the wolves take down another of the men. The remainingwould-be victim's blade slashed out in retaliation. Two of the wolvesfell, their throats gushing red.
However, the Earthman realized that neither the unknown swordsman norhimself would be alive much longer if he didn't act fast. Stiff-armingthe laser pistol before him, Ponkert squeezed off two quick shots. Theblazing needles of light leaped from the end of the blaster, frying thebrains of two nearby creatures.
The smell of charred flesh and howls of agony filled the air, causingthe rest of the pack to break off its attack on the lone swordsman.Instead they turned their attention to the new menace. Hastily sighting,Ponkert triggered off two more of the thin lances of ultra-intenselight. The beam seared its way into the largest of the wolves. An almosthuman cry erupted from its death-twisted lips and blood dripped fromthree inch fangs. Another short volley of blasts eliminated two more ofthe creatures.
As if suddenly aware that their new opponent was a creature theyheretofore had not encountered, the remainder of the pack broke,scattering into the surrounding forest. Ponkert aimed one last shot tohurry them along. The blast struck a tree stump, rather than the wolf heaimed for, but the exploding results were exactly what he wanted--thewolves had lost themselves in the denseness of the primeval woods.
He turned to the lone survivor of the intrepid band. The youth was bentover the mangled body of his fallen companion. The sound of muffledgrief met the Earthman's ears. Without speaking, he approached thecrying swordsman and placed a comforting hand on a shaking shoulder.
A face stained with blood and tears turned to his and spoke, "Mybrother-- he's dead--we never had a chance against that pack ofdirewolves."
Ponkert felt a sudden icy stab in his gut. The valiant fighter was agirl. Dressed as she was in a loose fitting brown tunic and green, baggytrousers, her figure had been effectively cloaked.
Gently manoeuvring her away from the fallen body, he whispered, "There'snothing we can do for him. He died like a warrior."
The girl nodded as he seated her on the ground under the shade of atree. Assured that she would be all right, he trodded off and returned afew moments later leading his somewhat disappointing mount. Allowing thenow passive mankil to graze nearby, Ponkert slipped a canteen from hiswaist and handed it to the girl.
The girl accepted and after taking a small sip, wetted a handkerchiefshe pulled from her sleeve. Within moments, she had cleansed the tracesof the fray from her face and once more looked into the face of hersavior.
A shaggy mop of flaming red hair surrounded the girlish face that lookedup to him. Tears still misted her hazel eyes and the faint freckles thatdotted over her cheeks seemed to glow. As he studied her, she rose,moving almost regally. The haughtiness of the stance she took before himcoupled with her tattered, tomboyish clothing struck him as being soincongruous that a smile raised his lips.
"Why do you laugh?" she demanded as a look of irritation flickeredacross her face. "Am I so ugly or strange to you? If so, then why didyou bother to save me with your magic, sorcerer?"
Ponkert did a double take, knowing his smile widened as he realized whatshe meant by magic. When in the realm of King Arthur, a laser pistolwould seem like magic!
"Child," he answered staring sternly at the five-foot-three, veryunwomanly figure before him, "I saved you because I'd hate seeing anyoneend up as dog food for a pack of wolves!"
"Child!" the girl's voice hissed like that of a coiled snake as shepuffed up with indignation. Two firm points strained against the brownfabric of her loose tunic, assuring Ponkert that the term "child" waswrong. "I am Elfgwynne, Lady of Hort!"
Hastily, he corrected himself, "I beg your pardon, milady. I am calledPonkert."
He continued with his biography, following the general narrative Terrihad first given Hogar. If a stranger to a planet could be anything hewanted, why not a king from a distant province? Besides, a title seemedto have an edge on the locals. Now this diminutive woman had addedanother aspect to his name--Magician, Master Class.
"As I have already explained," the girl replied, "I am Elfgwynne, Ladyof Hort. My brother was Cleve, Prince of Hort. And of course, my fatheris King Tomar the Profligate."
She seemed to think her simple explanation was all that was needed. Butbesides learning the name of her dead brother and the name of herfather, who was obviously something of a libertine, Ponkert couldn'tmake much sense out of the introduction.
The girl continued, "Lord Ponkert, you saved me and attempted to save mybrother. As is the custom of Hort, I offer you my life to do with as youplease. I am your servant.
She stood staring forlornly at the man. For once in his life, Ponkertwas struck speechless. Unlike Terri she was not merely offering him herbody, but was giving herself as a slave. While she could hardly bedescribed as ugly, or even plain, she just wasn't his type. Besides, hehad to find Jan and then there was a planet to conquer.
"Milady, your offer is greatly appreciated. But I need no reward forwhat I did. Your life is yours to do with as you please. I will see thatyou are returned to your father's household. But keep your life! In afew years, you might want to give it to some other man!"
His speech made his chest burn with his own magnanimity. However, thepetite mouth of his companion formed into a hard, thin line ofdetermination.
"First help me bury my brother as is fitting a prince of Hort," she saidcurtly. "Then we will see what Tomar has to say about that!"
Puzzled by her comments, he stared as the red-haired girl turned andwalked toward her fallen brother, then he followed.
Chapter 6
They rose the next day, ate a small breakfast that Elf (as he hadnicknamed the tomboyish Lady of Hort) prepared, mounted Richard ofMillhouse and headed north toward Elf's city. By midday, Ponkert saw thetowers of the battlement-surrounded city rise from the flat meadowlandthat they had moved into. Another hour's ride brought them before amassive oak portal, protecting the city of Hort from invasion. A briefexchange of pleasantries between Elf and a guard and they rode within.
The teeming bustle of an Earth city was missing in Ponkert's firstencounter with a Keller city. The populace was in evidence in greatnumbers, but the headlong rush of Earth city-dwellers was definitelymissing.
Following the girl's directions, he reined to the centre of the city.Rising several stories above street level was a huge palace. Frontedwith jet, it gleamed darkly in the afternoon sun. Polished white marblesteps pointed the way to the brass-studded main entryway. Ponkert beganto think that Tomar the Profligate was well named. Such opulence wasn'tthe product of a small imagination.
Dismounting as a guard took Richard's reins, the Earthman followed Elfthrough the palace portal, Inside was a hall that seemed to stretch formiles. At the end, almost lost in the distance, Ponkert saw amagnificent throne that glittered and caught the light from severalstrategically placed windows. Seated atop the throne was a man who couldonly be Elf's father, Tomar.
When they eventually reached the foot of the throne's dais, Ponkertcarefully appraised the value of the diamonds and rubies plastered likesequins over its sides. First the beautiful, willing women and nowevidence of wealth beyond his wildest dreams--he had made the rightdecision to exploit this planet called Keller.
As Elf recounted the attack of the direwolves and her rescue byPonkert's magic, the Earthman carefully studied her father, the king.Tomar was no slug-fat sybarite. While sybarite he might be, well-tonedmuscles bulged on his arms and a barrel-like chest strained the purplevelvet of his robes. Tomar was definitely not the type of man one wantedto meet alone in a dark alley.
When Elf finished her narrative, Tomar's voice boomed in friendliness,"Lord Ponkert, you have my thanks for what you have done. Although myoldest son, Cleve, has joined the gods of Ulfblom, you have saved myonly daughter. Any reward I have would be small in comparison, but Ishall try to repay you!"
With a clap on his massive hands, three servants entered the room, andTomar spoke again, "Follow them and they will prepare you."
Unquestioning, Ponkert did as he was directed. Marching from the thronechamber down another long hall, he followed the three into an expansivebed chamber.
"These will be your quarters while in Hort," one of the servantsexplained. "A change of clothes and a bath is waiting."
With that, the three left and Ponkert was alone. A brief exploration ofthe room and he had located a small sunken pool next to one wall.Various containers of perfumed oils and soap were lined up at the bath.
Without hesitating, he peeled his clothes from his body and stepped in.The cleansing waters and a razor he found among the containers had himfeeling like a new man within moments. Drying himself on a coarse towel,Ponkert walked to the bed where a new suit of clothes was laid out forhis use.
Both the tight fitting trousers and loose tunic were white. The cape,however, was royal purple trimmed in gold braid. Ermine-lined knee-bootscompleted the livery. After donning the outfit, he felt like the princehe claimed to be.
Smiling, he admitted to himself that given a little more time, he couldreally get into the styles of Keller. This whole medieval scene appealedto something within him, which he couldn't put his finger on.
Then there was a knock at the door to his room and the three servantsappeared. One of them spoke, "Tomar bids you join him."
Ponkert nodded and followed. This time their trek took them through aseries of winding halls that eventually opened into a giganticcathedral-like chamber filled with row upon row of tables. Apparently hehad walked into the midst of a great feast and all the eyes of thefeasters turned to him as he entered.
Tomar rose from the head table and waved him to his side. Moving throughthe maze of revelers, the Earthman took a seat next to the Hortian king.Tomar slapped him on the back, then dropped to his chair and thefeasting began.
The banquet was opulent to match the surroundings. Wine, orangecoloured, flowed in great floods. The food was as delectable as it wasindescribable. Ponkert's taste buds thought they recognized pheasant andquail among the various meats he sampled. That was until Elf, who sat onthe opposite side of her father, explained the meat was waterboa, alarge river snake, and slimespider, whose name described its appearanceand habitat. He shivered a bit thinking of eating a slimespider, but hehad already downed so much wine that he would have shaken hands, orhairy legs as the case was, with the spider had it chanced into thegreat dining hall.
As much as he enjoyed the feast in his honour, his eyes were drawn tothose of Elf, who studied him with sideways glances. His own gazes weresomewhat more bold. The red-haired girl was dressed in a white lace gownthat would have put Queen Guinevere to shame.
The gown dipped sharply in front, exposing a very tantalizingtight-pressed valley between two nicely proportioned breasts that hadbeen well-hidden by the clothes he had first seen her in. The gown alsohinted at the pleasing curves that lay beneath the delicate fabric,although it revealed nothing further to his disappointed eyes. As hestudied the gem-like sparkle of her hazel eyes and the rosy pink blushof the evening that touched her cheeks, Ponkert wondered if he had notbeen a little hasty in refusing her offer back in the glade where he hadrescued her.
After giving a serving girl an affectionate pinch on her ample ass,Tomar suddenly rose from his chair and raised his arms for silencewithin the hall.
"I, King Tomar of Hort," he proclaimed to the feastors, "declare anational holiday. Lord Ponkert has saved Princess Elfgwynne from thejaws of direwolves! For this noble act, I reward him with these!"
A chamois-like, pouch flipped from the king's fingers and landed with aheavy "plunk" before Ponkert. Gingerly, the Earthman pulled thedrawstring and extracted a skilfully manufactured gold chain with alarge oval medallion dangling from the centre. Grinning, he slipped thegaudy emerald and ruby adorned medal over his neck. A cheer broke fromthe lips of the revelers.
"To Baron Ponkert of Hort" Tomar's voice rose above the crowd's din ashe raised a goblet of wine to his lips.
In turn, Ponkert lifted his glass and cried out a toast of his own, "ToHort's powerful ruler, King Tomar the Profligate!"
A cheer went up that lasted every bit of ten minutes. When the cacophonydied to a muted roar, the crew of feastors fell to serious drinking. Theeffects of their over-indulgence was evident within the hour as themajority of the celebrators were taken by a drunken stupor. Ponkert,while somewhat dizzy, was still prepared for a long night, as was Tomarit seemed. Elf had retired for the evening.
"Come," the king whispered. "Now is the time for the House of WhiteSatin."
Nodding in reply, the Earthman followed his royal companion as theyreeled out of the great hall into the almost deserted streets of thecity. After a hastily winding journey down a maze of backstreets, theking stopped abruptly before a building with a white stone facade.
With a brawny fist he pounded on a dark wooden door until the portalopened slightly. Then it was pulled inward fully and a willowy brunetteof incredible beauty rocketed out. Her arms wrapped around Tomar'sbull-like neck and her lips attempted to smother him with wet,passionate kisses. It was quite obvious that the royal visitor was not astranger.
Lifting the girl in his arms as if she were a feather, Tomar steppedinto the building and called out, "Hide the women! Tomar and his newestbaron, Ponkert the Horny, are here to rape them all!"
The woman suspended from his neck like a sexy, living necklace laughedgleefully and cried in return, "Yes! Hide the rest! I want these two tomyself!"
Tomar's laughter echoed against the walls as he lowered the girl to herfeet and planted, a firm hand on her ass with a resounding slap. "Bitch!Hold thy nymphomaniac hunger. One woman will not satisfy our lusttonight! Tell Cynda and Mara and Leda to get their asses out here! Iwant to see their asses!"
"What of poor Jocelyn?" the brunette pouted. "Would you toss me aside?"
"Nay, Tomar, don't send her off," Ponkert spoke from the door. "Shepleases me."
"Hold your choice, young baron," Tomar commanded, stopping the brunettewho tried to scamper to Ponkert's arms. "First see the othermerchandise."
"Yes." A dark haired woman, robed in a flowing white caftan spoke as sheentered the room through a curtained archway. "My establishment issmall, but the girls I offer are specialists as well as beautiful."
A grin split Tomar's face. "Ahhh, Urusula, you still outshine yourgirls. If only ... "
"My lord," the woman smiled, bowing, "when I decide to take a man, youknow it will be you."
Tomar signalled Ponkert to his side as Urusula directed Jocelyn to thefar side of the room. The girl poised herself very seductively.
"Ponkert, I'd like you to meet the most delightful madam in the pleasurehouse business--Urusula, proprietor of the House of White Satin."
The white-robed woman bowed slightly, then began, "You have already metJocelyn." Her arm waved to the girl. "Her breasts and mouth hold manypleasures for a man.
Ponkert watched as the brown-haired pleasure girl turned slowly for hisexamination. Her skimpy harem costume did little to hide her wares. Hermammoth mammaries jiggled excitedly under his gaze as if trying toescape the confines of the small, coin-covered halter that held themounds of flesh. Her pink tongue flicked across the fullness of herlips, leaving a slick inviting trail of wetness.
In an old lust-filled reaction, Ponkert's testicles tightened in his sacas he watched the temptress pivot before him. Somehow, he felt he wouldstick with his original selection.
"Her tits droop too much for my tastes," Tomar mumbled.
Urusula clapped her hands once in response. Answering the signal, asmall, sprightly girl entered through the curtains and took her placenext to Jocelyn.
Ponkert's balls tightened and retightened as he looked to the new pieceof merchandise Urusula was offering. The girl's short blonde hair lookeda little out of place in the odalisque costume she wore. But the rest ofher body did not! Every inch of willing womanflesh strained against thethin fabric she wore.
"Cynda," Urusula announced. "Her ass is hot and tight, and trained tohold a man like a grasping hand."
"Yesss," Tomar commented in a low aroused whisper.
Urusula clapped again and a raven-haired beauty trotted into the room."Mara," as the madam announced, was the master of the thousand and onepositions contained in Antis Atla, Keller's equivalent of Earth's KamaSutra. While the girl was rather short, the oriental slant to her darkeyes beckoned Ponkert like a magnet.
The last girl summoned was Leda, whose breasts, which were the size ofwatermelons, were also her specialty. While the auburn-haired girl was alittle too plump, Ponkert's pulse doubled in pace at the mere thought ofbeing allowed free rein with her tremendous tits.
"We'll take them all," Tomar exclaimed, tossing Urusula a jiggling bagof coins. "Lock the doors! Tonight the House of White Satin entertains aprivate party!"
As Urusula did as commanded, Tomar summoned Cynda to him, "Your choice,my baron."
"I chose earlier," the Earthman responded, and was immediately greetedby an over-joyous bundle of brunette in his arms.
"You'll not regret your decision, milord," the girl called Jocelynwhispered as her tongue swirled over his ear.
Tomar spoke again, "Mara and Leda, do not go far. We do have plans foryou, too!"
With that Jocelyn led Ponkert into a huge room through another set ofcurtains. Tomar and Cynda, already disrobing, followed.
The room was tremendous in size, but bare of all furniture. However,plush, deep-piled velvet pillows lined the walls and were randomlyscattered over the floor. Except for the ceiling, which was a smoky,glassed mirror, and the pillows, everything else in the room was whiteSatin. Obviously the source of the establishments name--House of WhiteSatin.
As the now half-nude Tomar and Cynda moved toward one end of the whiteroom, Jocelyn pulled Ponkert to the other. Eagerly, she maneuvered himto one of the soft, slickly inviting pillows, and before he could blink,began divesting him of his newly acquired clothing. Expertly, herfingers fell to their task, and within the passage of a few seconds, theEarthman lay naked on the white velvet, watching the titillatingbrunette begin stripping.
Her long fingers, tipped with red-painted nails, slipped beneath theedge of the purple briefs she wore. Tantalizingly slowly, she slitheredfree of the cloth and the diaphanous bloomers that were attached. Herdark eyes glinted with sensual fire as she watched her partner's eyesrove up the long sensuous curve of her firm calves to her supple, creamythighs, finally alighting on the light-brown covered triangle of hersex.
"The sleeping snake awakes," the girl smiled, her eyes directed to thethrobbing hose of his penis that slowly jerked its way upward. "He likeswhat he sees"
"Yesss!" the Earthman whispered in reply. "Very much so!"
"Good," she answered, slipping her long arms behind her back. "The bestis yet to come."
The silver coins covering the bra-shaped halter to her outfit tinkledquietly as her hand fumbled with the clasps. Then as if the garment hada will of its own, it slipped free, falling noisily to the white floor.
Ponkert's breath almost whistled as he sucked in sharply. The sightmeeting his eyes was fantastic. Two enormous, brown-crested breastsbounced outward, having escaped the cloth that had held them back. Theydanced a perky little jig that brought the rising pole at his crotch tofull mast. The girl's eyes sparkled with lust-filled fire as she bathedin his admiring gaze.
Without a word, he motioned with his hands. The girl responded like astalking leopardess, her fluid body rippling with excitement as shecame. His hands reached up to grasp the slightly pendulous jugs of fleshbouncing from her chest as she knelt beside him. She didn't protest, butmoaned softly into his ear.
As her tongue playfully darted over his ear lobe, his hands devoted fullattention to the massive mounds of pliable flesh he now controlled.Subduing his eagerness, he circled the huge creamy mounds, barelyletting his fingers touch the velvet skin. He watched as the brownnipples, cresting the over-sized tits, grew hard and erect without theslightest brush of his fingertips.
Spiralling his bands upward toward the tempting, taut buttons, heincreased the pressure of his palms and kneaded the pillowy mounds. Inreaction, the girl's moaning grew in intensity, directing him to furtherexploration.
His fingers finally found the sexually hardened nipples they sought.Brutally, he scissored them with his fingers, mashing and squeezing themwith delicate force. The lovely brunette at his side jerked back. Hereyes stared through a mist of lust and confusion.
Holding her eyes with his, his hands caught up the twin mounds ofpleasure and soothingly rolled the almost flaccid flesh against herchest. Playfully, he tried to flatten the enormous jugs. The task wasimpossible, but it was so much fun trying.
Bathing in the sexual heat that radiated from the delightful globes, hisfervid hands could not get enough of the feel of her. Likewise, therewas no longer confusion in the girl's dark eyes! Her head now rolledsensuously on her shoulders and a wet pink tongue licked eagerly overher full lips.
Up and down he rolled the solidness of her flesh, listening as her moansrose in time with his work. He squeezed his fingers into the creamypillows, watching as the white skin squelched up. He thrust upward, thenwatched them jiggle back to their original desirable form. He tuggedthem downward, straining the deliciously white skin even whiter. Then hereleased them, enjoying the sight of the ponderous globes springingback, their lust-stiffened nipples jutting out to him.
If there was any doubt that these enormous tits were his to do with ashe pleased, they were put aside by the girl's grateful hands thatcaressed his cheeks in appreciation.
"Your mouth," the brunette managed to groan between excited moans."Pleaseee! I am so close! Please your mouth!"
Suddenly realizing the jumbo-proportioned jugs were every bit assensitive as they appeared to be, he did exactly as the girl requested.
Clasping the bountiful breasts, he tugged forward bringing the mountainsof vanilla flesh homing in on his face. Opening his mouth wide, heaccepted one of the dark brown nipples that wanted him as much as hewanted it. His tongue gently caressed the excited bud and washed overthe equally aroused aureole surrounding it.
"Ohhhh! Yesss!" the girl quivered beside him. "It's good! Sooooo!Gooooood!"
With that he had to agree. It was good! And he was enjoying it as muchas the brunette above him.
Clamping his teeth around the stiff little bud, his tongue lovinglyswirled around and around the wanton button. He savoured the warm, hardbut flexible texture of the lust-ignited nipple. The girl's breathingwas now a continual moan of desire. His teeth bit tighter, obtaining asecure hold on the sensitive tit-tip. Teasing at the dark cherry withhis tongue, he eased his mouth away. The nipple stretched and paled,flooding the girl with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Shesquealed with delight and lovingly cradled his head.
When at last his teeth released their grasp on the sensation-fillednipple, he found his mouth being stuffed with another mound of milkywomanflesh. Straining his jaws as wide as possible, he took as much ofthe marshmallowy mass as he could. Gratefully, the girl groaned andtrembled as his lips and tongue repeated their activities for thenewcomer. The girl was quickly reaching the point of climax, the pointhe knew she had been directing him to.
As her groans turned to pleading whimpers of release, his lips andtongue went to work double-time. Ardently he sucked at the lust-gorgednipple as if trying to unseat it from its fleshy perch. A veritable oralwhip, his tongue lashed across the stiff button of flesh, driving thegirl higher and higher.
When she came, he caught her in his arms and gently caressed thesuper-sensitive breasts, while her body quaked and trembled under theblasts of rocking pleasure that reigned in her body.
When at last her heavy breathing subsided and the last tremors hadstilled, her eyes fluttered open weakly and she smiled at him, "Milord,you are something special--too few are the men that care about thepleasure of their women."
In reply, he squeezed one of the massive tits, bringing anotherdeep-throated groan from the girl. "These are my pleasure, too!"
The girl smiled again, fully knowing his meaning, "But now, it is myturn!"
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she removed herself from his arms. Reachingto her side, she grabbed one of the white pillows dotting the floor ofthe room, then tucked it behind his back. Her fingertips lightly easedhim back into the softness of the cushion.
"This is so that your eyes will not be denied the delight," sheexplained, as her fingers teased through the hairs of his chest andtoyed with the small pebbles of his nipples. "Most women do not realizethat half the pleasure from their mouths comes in allowing their men towatch!"
And watch he did as the naked pleasure woman eased his legs apart andslid between them. Positioning herself on her stomach, her head hoveredabove the glistening crown of his cock. The long and delightfuladventure with the girl's super-sensitive breasts had produced a hard-onof heroic proportions.
Lying there before him, propped up on her elbows, the girl's dark eyesrolled to him and smiled. While she held him with her gaze, the fingersof one of her hidden hands managed to catch him in another hold, farmore pleasureful. Gently, her cool fingers surrounded the tight sacholding his balls. Expertly, she massaged the wrinkled bag. He felt thekidney shaped rocks dance back and forth at his scrotum under the gentlepressure. He groaned softly and smiled down at the girl.
Realizing her actions were pleasing, the prone girl brought her otherhand to the base of his bludgeoning prick. In an almost teasing fashion,her fingers wrapped around the thick rod. Her eyes flashed another smileas her hand lovingly stroked up and down the turgid length.
He revelled at the sexy sight of a woman stretched out between his legs.His captured testicles seemed to draw even more securely against hisscrotum as the girl's tongue washed over her luscious lips. Hypnotized,he watched her eye the thick crystal drop of preseminal fluid ooze fromthe slit in the centre of his glans. His position afforded him a fullview as her moist oral digit curled out and tapped the drop. Electricitysizzled through his body at the soft, wet touch.
Her tongue returned to her mouth. She rolled her sampling of his juices,savouring it. Finding it to her liking, she swallowed. Coyly, her darkeyes rolled to him once more and her tongue returned to his cock,swirling and teasing over the sensitive, soft skin of his blood-swollenglans. The red crown of flesh was left glistening with her saliva.
Her attention turned to the ridged underside of his pulsing shaft.Extending that delightful tongue to its limits, she ran its wet tiplanguorously along the ridge of skin emerging from the forest of hairscovering his balls upward to the soft folds of wrinkled skin surroundingthe aching arrowhead of his sex.
The velvet-like, taunting touch of her oral caresses sent tremors ofsensuous pleasure coursing through his groin. The lust-filled length ofhis cock pounded as blood rushed through it at an increasing rate. Hishand-held balls ached within their sac at the prospect of such anenticing means of release.
The girl's mouth opened slightly and her teeth bit lightly down on therock-hard pole. Like a child with a candy stick she nibbled down to thebase, while her tongue twirled over the skin caught by her teeth. At thebottom of his throbbing sex, she reversed her path and nibbled back upto the swollen head that glistened with new juices welling from hisloins. Without hesitating, she lapped up the new secretions.
The fast flourishes of her tongue brought pleasure-racked groans fromhis throat and his penis jerked violently in approval. His eyes stillheld by the woman between his legs, he watched once more as her eyesmoved up to study his face, then she lowered them to the imposing rodshe now worshipped.
Her head bobbed and her lips parted. Tantalizingly slowly, her headlowered toward the meaty crown. Her mouth widened and accepted the thickhead, sheathing it in the warm shelter of the interior of her mouth.
Then as if to prove to him that she was the expert Urusula had said shewas, the girl glided down the full length of his massive cock, takingevery last inch of it in one fluid motion. She stopped only when hethought his balls were about to be encompassed by her predatory lips.
Moaning, he resisted the urge to crush the girl's hair in his fists andrape her face. Although she probably would not have minded, he was notbeing eaten by an amateur in the art of fellatio. This was aspecialist--a professional.
Ball-achingly slow, she pulled herself off the hard cock, until only itsthrobbing glans pulsed within the sweetness of her mouth.
Then she sucked!
Excruciating pleasure-pain rocketed through his body, as the girl'svacuum-like mouth took hold. With all her might directed to heractivities, it seemed to him that her mouth could fully lift him fromthe floor with her suction if she so intended to do it. There was nodoubt in his mind that his cock was entrenched in the mouth of an oralexpert.
Again she eased her mouth back down the thick length of his organ,taking it fully. Then back up she came, sucking and twirling her tongueover the fullness as she went.
Amazed by the sight, he watched as the cock-hungry girl increased thespeed of her mouthy strokes. Where his glans had gently nudged the backof her throat when she had begun, the lust-gorged tip of his sex nowpounded at her throat. Over and over she pulled up, then dropped down onthe hard spike of man meat, impaling her face upon it. He no longer hadthe urge to rape her mouth--she was doing it for him!
He took the fantastic mouth for as long as he was able to endure. But atlast, that tight knot of release blasted its way up the rigid pole ofhis lust. Violently, to match her own methods, he grasped the thicktresses of brunette hair. In a desperate hold, he held her educated lipsand mouth to his exploding shaft.
But there was no need for his actions. The girl accepted the fiery loadhe offered. Willingly, she helped suck the opalescent fountains of hotcome that spurted from the end of his prick. Helpless in his release, hewatched her cheeks hollow as she sucked. Her throat twitched and bobbedas she swallowed every burning drop of the thick cream that coated hermouth and throat.
When at last she had sucked him dry, she removed her trained lips fromhis wilting penis. Smiling at the pleasure-weakened Earthman, shescurried from between his legs and moved to his side, nestling her headin the hollow of his shoulder. Almost absentmindedly, he fondled thetantalizing breasts that snuggled close to him as a "thank you" for thesatisfaction she had brought. Kitten-like, the oral expert Jocelynpurred in return.
Fully enjoying the summery heat of Jocelyn's naked body against his,Ponkert's eyes moved across the room where his host and the girl Cyndawere fully involved in their own form of sexual play.
Ponkert's first appraisal of Tomar's physique was accurate. The Hortianking may have been in his forties, but he had lost none of thesteel-hard muscle of his youth. His biceps were the size of most men'sthighs and his chest was a giant rain barrel. The Earthman had no chanceto see if his cock matched the proportion of the rest of his body--itwas fully entrenched in his companion's ass.
Ponkert's hand tightened on his own partner's tit as he watched the kingpole into Cynda's bottom. Jocelyn, whose own attention had been drawn tothe pair across the room, moaned and snuggled closer to her own man.
The small, short-haired blonde stood before Tomar. She was bent at thewaist, her hands grasping her knees for support. Two well-formed titsbounced and bobbed from her chest as Tomar repeatedly lunged his fleshysword between her perky buttocks. The sight of the two and the echoingwords of Urusula, "Cynda--her ass is hot and tight and trained to hold aman like a grasping hand" were enough to stir new life to Ponkert'sdrowsy penis. But the Earthman had no intention of trying on Cynda. Todo that would mean getting Tomar out of the way first. And Ponkert wasno fool!
Instead, he settled back into the cushioning pillow to enjoy the bit ofvoyeurism that was being offered. Still he wondered if Cynda's ass couldbe as expertly trained as was Jocelyn's mouth.
As if having telepathically read Ponkert's thoughts, Tomar glanced atthe Earthman and groaned in mid-stroke, "Tight--like a surgeon'sglove--hot and tight!"
Ponkert grinned as he noticed Cynda twitch her ass, producing a deepgroan from the king and drawing his attention back to her. Clutching theblonde by her waist, Tomar held her stationary and stopped his ownmotion.
The Hortian king, bent slightly and whispered, "Enough of the foreplayNow I intend to screw the hell out of this bottom of yours!"
The girl quivered noticeably and gooseflesh rippled over her body, "Yes,fuck me! Brand my bowels with that burning tool of yours!"
Snorting like a mighty black-maned stallion, he wrenched his cock fromthe woman, so that only the fat glans was retained in her ass hole. Adevilish grin spread over his lips as his hands tenderly played over thesmooth softness of her full buttocks.
In teasing fashion, he caressed the demi-globes of her ass cheeks.Excited by his promise, the girl trembled in anticipation of theravishing thrust that would eventually come. Piteous little whimperswere on her lips. Her breasts quivered and her arms shook. But still hewaited.
Then in one powerful thrust, his hips sent the bulbous, throbbing lanceof his sex searing deeply into the glove-like channel of her back. Thegirl groaned and gasped under the massive invasion. Involuntarily, shelunged forward, but the hands holding tightly to her small waist kepther from tumbling into the white pillows at her feet.
Again he slowly retracted from her ass. And again his hands played overher squirming, tense buttocks. The tight mouth of her anus contractedaround the fleshy crown of his cock, bringing moans from the man behindher.
Again he waited, until he felt the lessening of pressure around hisimpaling rod. Gently and assuringly he stroked her ass and sides. Thegirl's trembling was constant now, but still he did not move. He waswaiting for her body to cry out for him; to demand that he give herevery bit of the fucking he had promised.
Then with a smooth, slow-motion lunge, he drilled all the way up intoher clutching ass-channel. Deeper and deeper he plowed until his thickrod could go no further. She was tight! Like the rest of the women atthe House of White Satin, she was a sex specialist. And her ass was herspecialty.
The Hortian ruler groaned as he felt the steel-like muscles of her assclamp along the entire length of his sex. Marvellous, white-hot heatflared within the depths of her bowels, burning around him. Sexualflames lapped in his loins as the hungry mouth of her ass squeezedtighter and tighter. His groans of pleasure filled the white room.
Then she relaxed and moved forward, preparing herself for another deepthrust. Accepting her invitation, his hands steadied her hips and helunged forward skewering into the dark recesses of her back. Without theslightest pause, he wrenched free and poled back into the fiery heat ofher bowels. The girl now moaned, realizing the whispered fucking hadbegun!
Over and over, he thrust the thick length of his cock into the willingass hole. Drilling and plunging, he ramrodded his shaft into her searingbowels. His own lust-fired moans and groans mingled with those of hisdiminutive partner.
Meeting the rhythm of his strokes, the blonde pleasure girl began torock back and forward. Her pink ass slapped into his hairy crotch wetlyas she helped fuck herself on his meaty lance.
Fervently clutching at his reaming pole, her hips rotated and wiggled,sending electric thrills through the man mounted behind her. She pulledforward and his rod slithered from the velvet channel of her back. Thenshe heaved backward to meet the onrushing load of cock he speared intoher ass.
The snug confines of her flaming bowels squeezed his pistoning shaft asit slid in and out of her. Harder and faster his attack mounted. Hisballs slapped against the bushy covering of her cunt.
Her buttocks splayed out on either side of his plunging cock. He grabbedher fleshy ass cheeks and squeezed, leaving the imprint of his fingersin stark red relief on the white background. Faster and faster hefucked, driving harder and harder into the tight tunnel of her bottom.She aided, ramming her hips back toward each of his forward thrusts,then jerking away as he pulled out.
She bucked and pulled and milked him in a wildly driven attempt to packeven more of his ponderous organ into her body. The soft tissues of herhind-tunnel were now consumed with lust. In the heat of her passion shegrunted and groaned like an animal, as did the man plowing into her frombehind.
Using the tortured demi-globes of her buttocks as convenient handholds,he drove into the burning softness of her ass with increased power. Thegirl responded, matching him movement for movement.
When at last a low, deep cry of pleasure was wrenched from her pantinglips, he allowed the volcanic fire of his loins to leap forward.Grunting and groaning in bestial fulfilment, gallon upon gallon of thickwhite sexual cream spurted from his cock, filling the tight asscontracting around him.
Again and again, fountain after fountain rocketed into the ass of thegirl writhing and twisting in pleasure before him. The flood of semenand sperm filled her drenched ass and welled from her, dripping down theinsides of her thighs. Eventually, lubricated by his own come, heslipped the deflated rod from the clutching hole.
Together, king and pleasure specialist, they sank to the white pillows.Gently, the Hortian ruler kissed the short-haired blonde as if she werehis first lover.
Chapter 7
Jocelyn and Cynda had been replaced by two servants (who were just thatand not to be touched, Tomar warned) who brought rather large glasses ofa pale amber wine. Sitting cross-legged and bare-ass naked among thewhite pillows, Ponkert sipped at the fermented brew and found itstrangely reminiscent of a St. Emilion Bordeaux he had once discoveredon Earth. The wine had basically the same effects of warming his stomachand mellowing his outlook on life.
"Tomar," he mused, lifting the glass for another flavorful sip, "there'ssomething different about you. Something that doesn't seem to fit."
The ruler raised an eyebrow at his companion, but only "mmmmmed" alittle.
Not wishing to let it go at that, Ponkert pursued his train of thought,"At first glance you seem native enough. But there's somethingdefinitely oddball about you. Like how could you celebrate and gowhoring when your son has just been killed by a pack of wolves? Or whereis your queen? Surely there is a queen?"
The ruler still made no comment, but only sipped at the amber liquidwhile staring at his companion over the edge of the glass.
"There's something about you which isn't what it seems. It's beengnawing at me--something you said--it'll come to me in a minute."
Tomar lowered his glass, resting it on a hairy thigh. "Alien--that's theword that fits you, Baron Ponkert-fits you like a glove!"
Ponkert's eyes met those of the king. "That's it! You described Cynda'sass as fitting like a surgeon's glove! Where on Keller are theresurgeons that wear gloves! I bet you can't find one that washes hishands yet-let alone wears antiseptic gloves!"
"Perhaps not on Keller," Tomar answered, "but on Earth, the same placeyou learned of surgeon's gloves!"
Ponkert's eyes widened, but he made no comment.
"I'm as much an Earthman as you are. And I'll wager we arrived on Kellervia the same means. The difference only lies in the twenty-five yearsI've had to adapt to this world and come to love it," Tomar said.
Ponkert searched his brain for any memories he had of missing rockets,but drew a blank.
"The name's Thomas Martin. Simple to shorten it to Tomar. My ship wasThe Wild Hare. The crash killed all the crew except me. I don't knowhow, but I thank the gods of Ulfblom for my life," the ruler explained.
Without further urging, Tom Martin, or Tomar as he requested to becalled, also answered Ponkert's other questions. It seemed Cleve, thePrince of Hort, was actually the son of Hort's previous ruler. A rulerwho had fallen under Tomar's challenging sword.
"For some reason, I always felt responsible for the boy's life and triedto raise him as my son," he said, sipping at the wine. "There was neverany love lost between us. And lately the youth had been plotting myoverthrow. The wolves simply did a task I would have had to do, if Iwere to remain king."
Tomar also explained that there had been a queen, Elf's mother, who haddied in childbirth.
"You saved my Elfgwynne, Ponkert, or whatever your name happens to be,"the king said. "My daughter is more precious to me than this wholeplanet--which is why I celebrate. I owe you a lot. Now tell me aboutyourself."
Ponkert briefly recounted the various adventures that had befallen himsince the emergency landing on Keller. He also explained his search forthe missing Jan.
"I will only be too glad to see that you are outfitted properly for yourjourney," Tomar said. "But my wisest advice would be for you to adapt asI did. I call upon the local gods. I also abide by the localcustoms--which brings me to a very important matter."
Ponkert glanced at the stern face that stared at him.
"Elfgwynne has told me you have refused to accept her pledge of serviceto you. Local customs dictate that you take her wherever you go. She isyours. Don't get me wrong; she's my only daughter and I have no want tosee her go. But she is of age and it is her right!"
"And if I still refuse to accept her offer?" Ponkert questioned.
"Hopefully you won't. To refuse is the highest insult," the kinganswered. "For me to retain even a semblance of dignity, I would have tochallenge you to a duel. This I would highly advise against. Because,you see, I've had twenty-five years of experience with handling thevarious blades of this planet, which you haven't. Despite my age, Isuspect I'm both stronger and faster than you."
Smug in his knowledge of karate, though he would loath having to use iton his host, Ponkert replied, "That might be true, but perhaps you areunderestimating me."
"That I might be doing," Tomar laughed. "If that were the case, I guessI'd have to put some of my old Earth learning to use. I was awarded mysandan before my last flight from Earth. I've been diligent aboutpractising, too--a great asset on Keller."
Sandan. Ponkert gulped rather hard at the sound of the word. A thirddegree black belt in Karate! He only held a shodan, the first degreeblack belt. Tomar seemed to have tipped the scales very nicely, all inhis favour.
"You leave me with little choice, friend Tomar," Ponkert grinned at themuscular king sheepishly. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather wait untiltomorrow to make my decision."
"Fine!" Tomar nodded, draining his glass. "Now we have two other lovelyladies on tap that shouldn't be neglected."
Answering the echoing summons of Tomar's resounding hands, Leda and Maramoved the curtains aside and stepped into the room of white satin.Placing his wine aside, Ponkert let his eyes travel over the equallyinviting curves of the two pleasure girls.
"Ponkert," the Hortian ruler spoke, glancing at his companion out of theside of his eyes. "I had first choice last time. Now it is your turn!"
Nodding appreciatively, Ponkert's gaze returned to the two beautiesawaiting his decision. While the auburn-haired, bosomy Leda had herobvious attributes, the sultry Mara, posed seductively in her costume ofan odalisque beckoned to him with unspoken words.
"It's a hard choice, my friend," Ponkert commented, "but since I mustchoose--I'll take Mara!"
Tomar's laughter boomed as his arms signalled the tremendous titted Ledato him, "A wise choice, my young baron. Mara is an expert in the twothousand and seven positions of the Antis Atla. While I seriously doubtthat any man and woman could achieve the acrobatics described in thesacred book of love, Mara will make you think that all are possible!"
A somewhat lewd smile twisted the Earthman's lips as he watched thesmall Mara approach. The girl's walk, was one of a hunting tigress fullyintent on seeking out and capturing her prey. There was no doubt thather prey was one Chadwick Ponkert the Third!
Every muscle in the girl's supple body seemed to ripple, announcing thatthey were trained--trained to please--trained to please a man! Ponkert'sgroin stirred with lust as his eyes probed beneath the thin diaphanouscloth that veiled her body.
Then she was before him, her naturally red lips and black eyes alivewith a smile that spelled out sexuality. Without a single word, herhands stretched behind her back, pushing away the waist length strandsof raven black, shining hair and finding the clasp to the halter, hidingher breasts.
The girl twisted her shoulders slightly to help the fabric fall free.Smiling, she paused in her disrobing for a few seconds to allow the manseated at her feet to get a full view of her breasts. Which is exactlywhat Ponkert did. Unlike Jocelyn or Leda, his newest sex companion wasnot over-endowed with mammary equipment. This girl's tits were more inline with the size of apples--large, swollen-looking apples thatpromised to be firm and sweet. Two quiescent, deep brown, fleshymushrooms slept innocently atop the proud balls, waiting to be arousedby the hands of a man. His hands!
Her dark eyes glinting from beneath their slightly slanted lids and longcurving eyelashes, the small woman glided her palms slowly down hersides and rubbed them over her thighs. Her fingers then found the topsof her purple mesh-like briefs and slid them down. With no difficulty,the girl slipped from the briefs and the attached lavender see-throughbloomers. She stood completely naked, except for a jewelled anklet thatcircled just above a small right foot.
Smiling down at the obviously interested Earthman, letting her eyes dropto briefly examine the jutting cock at his crotch, the girl said,"Tomar, my king, was wrong. All positions described in the Antis Atlacan be achieved. However, there are those far more pleasurable thanothers!"
I am new to your land and know little of Hortian volumes of carnaldelights," he answered.
The black-haired girl's smile grew larger, "While it is sad that you arenot acquainted with the holy book of love, it will give me greatpleasure to show you the various positions ... That is, if your stay inHort will allow the time needed?"
"The offer is quite tempting, my little imp. But I'm afraid it wouldtake years to explore the avenues you are offering," he smiled, reachingfor the girl and gently pulling her before him on the white pillows."For the time being, I will be satisfied with a sampling ... at your ownchoice."
"I will do my best to please," she replied, letting her fingertips danceover his thighs and finally teasingly trace the length of his erectprick. "Does the 'Seat of Love' sound acceptable to milord baron?"
"Very much so," he mused, allowing his own fingers to gently brush overthe dark haloes of her small, but definitely interesting breasts. Hopinghe had not just stepped into some attempt at agod-awful-impossible-pretzeled-rear-no-entry position, he continued."What would you like me to do?"
"Nothing," she answered in a soft whisper. "All you need to do is to sitwith your back against the wall, milord. I will do the rest."
Somewhat hesitant about the proposal, he gave up his playground ofmammary flesh and scooted his ass and the pillow beneath backwards."There! Up against the wall!"
"Now, relax," the pleasure expert commanded in a soothingly sexy voice."Relax, and I will do the rest."
Knowing that she held his undivided attention, the girl grasped his legsand straightened them before him so that he was seated at a ninetydegree angle. Then on her knees, she straddled his outstretched limbsand crawled forward. The thick black mat of down, brushed over hervulva, tickled his thighs as she approached.
Seated in his lap with his fully erect cock nestled in the fur on theoutside of her mound of love, the girl reached down and gently strokedthe rod jutting up toward the flatness of her belly. Her tender caressesfanned the fires that simmered in his groin.
Her fingers lightly moved over his thickening shaft. Brushing here andthere over the smooth sensitive skin of his prick, her frostedfingernails scratched a pleasing agitation. Likewise, her other handwedged itself between the intimate contact of their crotches and foundhis testicles. His breathing increased in deepness as her delightfullycool fingers encompassed his sac and traced little swirls over hisscrotum.
While the girl lavished her manual dexterity over his cock and balls,his hands once again moved to the firm, proud balls that formed herbreasts. His fingers glided over the summery flesh with the samegentleness with which she massaged his sex. Like a kitten, rather than atigress, the raven-haired beauty straddling his legs purred under histitillating administrations.
Cupping the heaving tits, his fingers kneaded the resilient flesh.Around and around the miniature globes, he worked his digital magic,drawing aroused moans from the girl's lips. Her hand tightened aroundhis pulsing rod as it began jerking up and down the swollen thickness ofhis lust.
Continuing his circular path, his fingers climbed upward toward the darkpatches of flesh topping the firm hills. Then, when the still sleepingnipples were within striking distance, he directed the attention of hisforefingers to the brown buds. Lightly he tapped at the small buttons ofpleasure, enjoying the sight as they thickened and swelled. In rapid,friction-generating movements, his fingertips brushed around thehardening nipples until they stood out like firm mushrooms perchedprecariously on the sleek curvature of her breasts.
He smiled, noting the lust-laden gaze of the pleasure specialist underher half-closed eyelids. Then ducking his head slightly, he movedforward. His lips reached out and lightly kissed the two stiff cherrieshis fingers had created. The girl shivered with excitement under hisoral touch.
With no warning at all, his lips opened and captured one of the alluringbuds and he sucked, eliciting a series of prodigious moans from hispartner. The oral manoeuver also freed one of his hands to join thegirl's, which still skilfully did their best to ignite every bit ofpleasure they were capable of bringing.
Sliding his hand behind the tight grasp she held on his throbbingmanhood, his fingers wove their way through the forest of black, shiningpubic hairs furred over her vulva. With little difficulty, the probingtip of his index finger dipped to the top of the pouting mouth of hercunt. Teasingly, he entered the open gash, wetting his finger with theheated juices flowing from her cunt.
The girl's body quivered visibly as his seeking finger delved betweenthe moist lips of her pussy. Sweeping waves of sensual arousementcoursed through her sleek thighs in anticipation of the intimate contactthat would come next.
She didn't have to wait long for the pleasure she sought. Edging his wayback toward the top of the trembling cleft of her sex, his touch foundthe rising bulge of her clitoris. Manipulating the sensitive littlenubbin of lust, he cajoled it out from beneath the thin membrane thathooded it. Beginning with soft brush-like strokes he played with theextending little button until he rolled it lasciviously in the wetnessof her own excitement.
The tender attention he paid to her clit brought the results he sought.The girl's breathing was now hard and deep. Intent little whimpers ofdesire were constant on her lips. Her pelvis gyrated slowly against hishand, urging him to harder and more fervent explorations.
As he prepared to oblige the woman's heightening need, she suddenlypulled away from him. She panted and moaned under the desire that burnedwithin her body.
"No more--please," she pleaded between sucking intakes of breath. "Youwill bring me to climax in no time this way--and I have other pleasuresplanned for you."
A very pleased grin spread across the Earthman's face as he nodded hisapproval of the girl's abrupt withdrawal. Without commenting further,she placed her hands on his shoulders and rose above him on tremblinglegs. The fleeting position allowed his eyes a brief glimpse of theresults of his arousing foreplay. The black pubic patch of her cunt nowglistened with the traces of the thick juices that filled and preparedher vagina for what was to come next.
But what came next left his mind boggled with amazement. His years ofsexual adventures had left him unprepared for the strange and veryexciting method by which this small girl was proposing to fuck.
Still seated with his back against the white wall of satin, theraven-haired lovely stood above him. The damp down of her mound ofpleasure tickled among the dark hairs of his chest. Glancing up, hiseyes were held by those of his alluring companion. She, in turn, eyedthe erect pole of flesh that pulsated hard and thick from his crotch.
The 'Seat of Love,' milord," she announced rather shakily.
Then without further comment, she began lowering herself toward theglistening crown of the erect rod. Using the expert fingers of her righthand, she reached down and guided the waiting rod to the descending lipsof her pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had been trainedin the sensual arts of the Antis Atla. Easily, she positioned theunyielding column of meat in the warm lips of her labia. Then in onefluid motion that took his breath away, her hot pussy dropped, impalingitself on his manliness. She grunted with pleasure under the swiftinvasion.
The dumbfounded Earthman opened his mouth to speak, but was unable tofind the words that expressed his amazement for the task this diminutivebeauty had just performed!
There was nothing unusual in having a woman seated in his lap with hiscock deeply entrenched in her cunt. Nor was it unusual for him to fuckwith the woman taking the normal male position on top. But the way thismost talented woman was fucking him was unusual--highly unusual!
To begin with, she wasn't seated in his lap. She was squatted over hiscrotch with his cock jammed into the tight well of her vagina and thewarm curves of her ass brushing at his thighs. She smiled as his eyeslocked in on the fully exposed joining of prick and pussy.
Despite the fact that this small woman, even though a specialist at hertrade--or art as the case was--was squatted before him, he couldn'tbelieve it was possible. The girl's legs were pressed at his sides,touching the wall behind him. Her hands were locked on his shoulders forsupport. As impossibly double-jointed as it seemed, it was happening.And it was happening to him!
But before he could accustom himself to this strange and highly eroticposition, impossibility number two happened.
His cock was suddenly squeezed by a grasp that could only be describedas hand-like. Not only was this girl double-jointed as an acrobat, butthe muscles of her vagina were trained to take hold of a man and capturehim in a vise grip of pure sensation
Totally unbelieving and fully engrossed in the abilities of this beauty,he did the only thing that he could. He groaned--long and low andsatisfied.
His eyes drifted closed as the girl, washed new waves of pleasurethrough his body. She wiggled her hips a little and settled even furtherdown on his demanding prick. Firmly implanted in the liquid heat of hercunt, the girl's vaginal muscles once more seized his pulsing length.Another groan was pulled from the depths of his throat.
When his eyes finally opened, they were met by the searching gaze of hiscompanion. He smiled and the girl returned the smile, knowing hertrained abilities were serving their purpose.
It was then that he realized that the unusual position also afforded himsomething that no other situation of man and woman had ever given himbefore-- full range to manipulate his partner's clit and breasts, at thesame time.
Eagerly, his mouth found one of the lovely little tits and began tonibble and suck at one of the deliciously plump dark nipples.Simultaneously, he positioned one of his idle hands over the opposite,unoccupied ball of flesh and kneaded it earnestly. The girl's moansreturned to her lips under the renewed fondling. They once again turnedto ardent groans as his fingers found the mouth of her sex and theextended penis-imitating clit.
The girl tensed and the velvet-covered steel muscles of her cunt clampedalong his sexual lance. Her cuntal muscles were superbly trained andunder the control of an expert at their use.
Seated as he was, the Earthman could do little more than continuelavishing her tits and clit with caresses, both oral and manual. It'srather difficult to pump one's self into a cunt squatted above one'sthighs, but he didn't mind. Not in the least!
Relaxing the strong grasp on his shaft, the girl before and on him beganto move. With soft, silken insistence the warm walls of her vaginalchannel eased his cock from side to side. Through a mouthful of capturedtit, he moaned. She began a slow, rhythmic contraction of pussy, drawinghis breaths in short staccato bursts.
In a vain attempt, he tried to thrust up into the fantastic channelabove him. But his hips were pinned into the cushion of the pillowbeneath by the girl's weight. While her legs pressing warmly at thesides of his chest did little to inhibit rocking his hips back andforth, there was no need for such action. The girl's well-trained pussydid a much finer and enjoyable job.
Adding to the already multiple sensations provided by the 'Seat ofLove,' the pleasure girl started to slowly rotate her hips. His trappedrod moved with her body in long circles of languor. Following heraction, he increased the toying of his fingers on her clit. Almost in achain-reaction, the girl increased the speed of her squatting gyrations.
His balls were afire with boiling lust as the girl twisted and churnedher pelvis, whipping his aching cock around in the elastic folds of hercunt. Faster and faster she worked and his fingers kept time with herevery move. In a desperate move, he pulled his mouth from the firmbreast that stuffed it to stop from being suffocated. He groaned loudlyas his mouth was freed from the ponderous mass of flesh. Her own moansmixed and mingled with the sounds of the man she fucked in such aprovocative manner.
Abruptly, the girl added one more sensation of her sexual method. Usingthe leverage of legs, braced securely against the wall, she began toraise and lower herself on to his throbbing swollen column of sex.
There was absolutely no movement on his part. The girl, lost in lust anddesire to please the man she serviced, was fucking herself on his cock.He didn't mind in the least. Instead, he relaxed, as, best as a mancould relax under such situations, and enjoyed every moment of it!
Squeezing and grasping, the steamy folds of her hot cunt milked the fulllength and circumference of his shaft. Each hand-like tightening of hermuscle-toned cunt brought lust-filled groans from the Earthman.
Twisting and turning, she whipped his bludgeoning pole around and aroundwithin the deep recesses of her vaginal channel. The swirling motiondrove him on to a fervid pitch of lust. He grunted and squeezed at theball of flesh held securely to the girl's chest. Her cries of pleasurerolled from her lips as she worked and fucked at a zealous rate.
Rising and falling, she pumped and drilled the thick, lust-gorged shaftof his manhood deep into the tunnel of her belly. Wetly, her crotchslapped against his, as her buttocks bounced on his taut thighs.
As his dick swelled under her fanatical attentions, the surging demandsof his release blasted at his self-control like waves against a dam. Herhips gave a quick twist and her pelvis leaped up until the barestcontact of cock and cunt was left. Then she dropped, plummeting herselfalong the pulsating cylinder of his shaft. The impact was like that of apiledriver, sending further sexual jarrings to his weakening balls.
First encircling him in quivering, velvety, swirling, squeezing cunt,then wrenching free so that only the super-sensitive crown of his prickremained within her--then she descended, shooting his rod into herquickly.
Holding himself back until the black-haired beauty whimpered and criedas her body was jolted with blast after blast of her own orgasmicuniverse, he came. As she swirled her contracting cunt around hispounding cock, trying to drain every ounce of pleasure out of it shecould, he blew his balls off deep into the fiery interior of her belly.
A veritable lava flow of steamy hot white cream spewed from histesticles like a geyser. Pleasure spasms controlled his body as hethrashed and writhed under the prolonged release of his lust. Spurtafter blazing fountain of sperm and semen pushed its way up the narrowshaft drilled down the centre of his prick, searing its full length withecstasy as it rushed forth. The sensitive crown of his rod was washed insexual fire that scalded him in pleasure as he emptied his thick load ofcome into the willing girl.
Jet after jet of his love juices rocketed out from his groin,splattering and coating the contracting walls of the girl'scock-gratified pussy. So much did he overload the quivering tremblingslash of her sex, that his own come oozed out from the clingy lips ofher cunt and dripped over the tightly drawn sac at his scrotum,drenching it.
Drained and exhausted from her own tumultuous release, the smallpleasure-trained woman, who had so ably fucked the hell out of him,weakly rolled from her squatting position and collapsed in the billowypillows at their side. Only the wall that had supported him throughoutthe whole fantastic ordeal stopped him from following suit and lyinglimply at her side.
Only when their duet of satisfied panting and moaning subsided to somesemblance of normal breathing, did Ponkert reach out and pull the stillquivering Mara to his side. Neither Earthman nor Hortian pleasure girlcould do more than cling to each other as they stared throughpleasure-dulled eyes to King Tomar and his second companion of theevening, Leda, who were cuddled in a similar manner across the whiteroom.
"You provide a damn good show, my young baron," the brawny rulercajoled. "Enough so that I might have you put on a performance at mynext feast. Would beat the hell out of some pansy-worded minstrel!"
"I'm afraid a public performance would deflate my pubic one," Ponkertanswered. "Would have more shock value if you dropped your own drawersand heartily tapped one of the ladies of the court, my lecherous liege!"
Tomar's bawdy laughter rolled out of his mouth from the depths of hisbarrel-like chest, "Are you in a wagering mood, my friend Ponkert? Athousand silver bobs says I can get Leda off before you can bring Mara!"
"You old reprobate!" Ponkert grinned. "How could a penniless baron wagersuch a sum? If you need an excuse to fuck her again, just go ahead. Butthis time, I'm just a spectator"
"I think perhaps I should've tested your endurance before bestowing atitle on your head," the Hortian king laughed. "But if that is yourdecision, I will seek my own sport!"
With a snort of mock-disgust, the muscular ruler rolled to his broadside and queried the auburn-headed and titantic-titted Leda, "How arethose titillating breasts of yours?"
Realizing the rulers intent, the seductively posed girl flicked hertongue over her lips and replied, "Ignored, milord. They never seem toget the attention that their size deserves"
"Hasn't anyone ever told you it wasn't ladylike to brag, woman?" hequestioned.
"Who ever said I was a lady?" the pleasantly plump girl answered,cupping a hand under one of the tantalizing over-sized jugs and shovingit toward her royal bed partner.
"Hmmmmmm?" he mused, eyeing the tempting portion of woman flesh sowillingly offered, "Don't mind if I do."
He eagerly grabbed her and began devouring her overstocked supply oftitflesh with his ready mouth. Lips and tongue coursed over thegenerously proportioned mounds of quivering, juggling breasts. Intent oncompletely eating one of the mountainous mammaries, he crammed as muchof one of the gigantic orbs into his mouth as he could. Loud slurpingsounds filled the room.
Playfully, his teeth lightly bit into the marshmallowy pillow, then heincreased his pressure. The girl whimpered with pleasure as the familiarfeeling of pain and delight rippled through her excited body. As histongue probed hard against the brownish mushroom-like nipple topping thebillowy mountain, one of his bands reached up and clutched herunoccupied tit. In almost brutal fashion, his fingers dug into the softpliable flesh, leaving red imprints to mark his manhandling.
When his mouth tired of its perch atop the tasty mountainous tit, hemoved his attentions to the silken valley spread between the twoenormous breasts. Writhing and moaning with delight, the girl hugged hishead as his tongue licked over the tepid skin it found. Eventually, theking's mouth worked its way out of the pleasurable valley and nibbled upthe sleek contour of her opposite tit. Within a few moments there was nodoubt who was king of this fleshy mountain of desire.
"Fuck me!" The girl writhed and twisted beneath the oral assault."Please let me feel that huge stallion's cock of yours!"
The brawny man pulled his mouth away from the girl and grinned lustilydown at her desire-veiled eyes. His fingers teasingly tweaked at herdesire-fattened nipples.
"Fuck you, I will, wench," he leered. "But this time, it will be my way!My cock will ravish and rape these delightfully pretty tits!"
Aroused moans came from the girl at the mere suggestion of hisintention.
Ponkert, who watched from the sidelines, wondered if Tomar'schestnut-haired beauty shared the same tit sensitivity as Jocelyn. Onething that was certain, the Hortian king was going to find out!
Without hesitating further, Tomar pushed himself up and straddled thewanton woman who stretched out atop one of the white pillows. Lockingher trembling body between his powerful legs, he seated himself justbelow the bulging mountains of her breasts. Quivering in anticipation,she reached and directed his hands to her ample jugs. Lewdly grinning,he leaned forward on the twin watermelons of flesh trying to flattenthem. In reaction, the girl writhed and groaned.
Next his hands forced the super-sized mounds together. He worked andplayed to his heart's content. And there was a lot for him to work with!The white, resilient flesh quivered and trembled as he molded andsculpted the pliable flesh as if it were living putty. Eventually, andwith the help of the girl's own hands that had joined his, thereddish-brown-tipped mountains were pressed tightly together, awaitingthe promised tit fucking they both wanted.
Moving his hands to either side of the girl's head, the enormous manhung above his partner. His hips eased forward until the thick tip ofhis manhood nudged at the tight crease between the tremendous tits.
Then in one powerful, surging thrust, he invaded, plowing a small tunnelof pleasure through the tightly held pillows of flesh. Grunting andgroaning, he forced his way between the two breasts and the red crown ofhis prick emerged on the far side. Man and woman, king and pleasuregirl, moaned under the blasts of desire that raced through their bodies.
The tight confines of her breasts closed in, hot and pulsing, around hisswollen cock. The girl began kneading and shoving her tits closertogether. The constriction increased and he felt the soft flesh clampdown along his entire throbbing length.
His bands securely anchored in the softness of the pillow beneath them,he pulled his aching ramrod back out the tit-walled tunnel, thenpistoned forward for another trip through the lust-igniting tunnel. Thefriction of cock against breast incited a fresh chorus of moans andgroans from the both of them.
Without warning, he stepped up the frequency of his thrusts. Hisdesire-thickened shaft battered at the girl's breasts harder and harder.Within a few short seconds her breathing came in a volley of shortdesperate gasps. In spite of his tremendous weight, she bowed her backand lifted her tits upward in an attempt to more fully encompass thecaptive shaft of his sex.
Again and again, he slammed home until her hyper-sensitive tits droveher over the threshold of endurance into the twisting, writhing throesof ecstasy. Her piteous cries of pleasure filled the room. But ratherthan ceasing his attack, the wanton release of his partner only drovethe king on. He surged in and out of the now hot and sweat-lubricatedchannel between her breasts. Over and over he drilled his fleshy tooluntil she wailed in a high-pitched voice announcing that she had oncemore been whipped into orgasm.
When at last her eyes fluttered open from her second release, she smiledup at the man still pumping his swollen, angry-looking cock between hertits. Amazed, she saw he had yet to reach his own release.
Craning her neck, she watched as the fiery piston of pleasure drove inand out of the tight-pressed tunnel. Suddenly, her lips parted and hertongue snaked out, flicking lightly over the lust-gorged glans of theshaft. It was his turn to groan.
As the friction-reddened rod plunged through the fleshy channel again,the girl's mouth opened and accepted it. Her tongue speared at the thickcrown, trying to enter the tiny pinprick bole at the centre of thebludgeoning arrowhead.
With such an inviting target at the end of each stroke through thecaressing tunnel of tit, he increased the speed of his rhythm. Pounding,he drove forward, then wrenched back. He slid through her breasts andplunged into the open entrance to her mouth.
She sucked and licked at him, lavishing a flourish of oral caresses eachtime his cock presented itself to her lips. Her excited breathing causedthe gap between her super jugs to open and close as her chest heaved. Asshe exhaled, the path closed and he drove forward with such force thathis balls slammed into the milk white slopes. The turgid head of hiscock emerged at the opposite end of the tunnel and shot into her mouth.He pulled away as she inhaled, and slithered back out the amply paddedchannel.
Although her combination of oral and breast caresses were directed atbringing her royal lover to a climax, the virile feel of his hard lengthramming between her tits and his bulbous organ throbbing alive in hermouth ignited another orgasm in her already pleasure wracked body. Whitehot lances of delight seared through the open nerve endings of her beingas she abandoned herself in another release.
Grunting under his own need to release the blazing load of his balls,the ruler pumped recklessly into the soft tunnel of her chest. Harderand harder, faster and faster, he lanced his way through thefriction-heated path. His groans and moans grew to bull-like roars asthe hard knot of his desire forced its way through the pulsing length ofhis manhood.
His bestial grunts brought the girl quickly back from the oblivion ofher ecstasy. Again her eyes opened and her neck strained up to allow hermouth to possess the ramrodding piston of lust.
Her actions came just in time. The first spurts of his coming blastedforth from the slit in the end of his cock as her lips touched theexploding glans. Simultaneously, her hands released the hold she held onher breasts. The movement allowed him to slide fully into the welcomingshelter of her mouth to unleash the pent up load he carried in hisballs.
The girl's lips clamped tightly around the thick circumference of hisshaft as she accepted him. She sucked and ate at the meaty stalk of sexas the man above her lurched and trembled with pleasure.
Working double-time to keep from drowning in the ocean of semen andsperm, he gratefully blasted into her mouth. She swallowed, carrying thethick cream to her belly. Her head bobbed and her throat twitched as shestrove to drink every heated drop of his come. She gulped down mouthfulafter mouthful of his burning jism, and then sucked hard at his swollenorgan as if begging for more.
Finally, the king's release-weakened arms gave way and he twisted tostop from collapsing on the willing girl beneath him. The sudden actionwrenched his detumescent cock from her mouth and a trail of semendribbled down her chin. Through pleasure-laden eyes, he watched as herpink tongue curled out and artfully corralled the wayward droplets.Capturing the white pearls of come, her tongue returned to her mouth andshe once more swallowed. A very contented smile crossed her face.
Weakly, the ruler raised himself to his elbows after regaining a portionof his strength. He grinned at Ponkert who sat with Mara watching thewhole sexual feat.
"Tis a shame you would not bet. I'd have a handsome purse of silvernow," Tomar chuckled. "I counted no less than nine orgasms from her.Possibly ten!"
"Ten?" the fully-sated Leda questioned at his side. "Ten, milord? Therewere only four. Possibly five, but ... "
Grunting, the brawny Tomar rolled the girl over and swatted the plumpass he had upturned, "By the gods of Ulfblom! Am I to stay here allnight and argue with you, wench? You were too busy, to count! Must Ibring you ten more times so you'll know what it's like?"
The girl twisted her head and smiled coyly from beneath the auburn locksof her hair. "Would you, milord?"
Snorting in disgust, his palm applied another stinging swat to her asscheeks. "Enough, I said!"
Turning back to Ponkert, he continued, "They can't get enough in thisdamned place! They'd have screwed me into an early grave if I'd havegiven them half the chance!"
Unable to speak because of his laughter, Ponkert just nodded his head inacceptance of the king's words.
Rising from his seat in the white pillows, Tomar called for his clothes.Two serving girls answered the summons and began dressing him.
"Come along, Baron Ponkert," he urged the Earthman. "Forget that willowypiece of fluff you're fondling. I know this other pleasure house downthe street where ... "
Chapter 8
"Ponkert, look! There--by the roadside--a rose!" Elf's excited wordsdrew him from his idle thoughts of the events that transpired since hisemergency landing on this strange planet.
Tugging his loyal Richard, the cowardly mankil, to a halt, the Earthmanwatched as the girl slid from the back of her mount and trotted towardthe deep red bloom.
He smiled to himself, remembering the weapons demonstration Tomar hadprovided the morning following their night of wenching in the Hortianpleasure houses. The ruler's skill with the various swords and lances ofKeller had been enough for the Earthman to reconsider his decision notto take Elf with him. There was no need to duel to the death--especiallywhen there didn't seem to be the least chance that he would emerge thevictor from such a battle.
He also had to admit that during his brief stay in Hort the ribald kingof that city had grown to be the closest thing to a friend he had onthis planet. If for no other reason than that, he had no desire to lockswords with Tomar.
Besides, his decision to take Elf along with him had resulted in Tomaroutfitting him with the finest equipment available. The long sword,battle-axe and dagger hanging from his waist were superb. Tempered steelthat would stand up to the strongest blows of any foe.
Of course, there was Elf. The young girl had been more than valuableduring their week's journey from her home city. Her knowledge of theterrain had saved him at least a week's extra ride. And her woodsmanshiphad provided a ceaseless variety of delectable repasts each evening. Notto mention her companionship. The girl was a veritable wealth ofinformation about Keller. During their endless hours of bouncing on thebacks of their sturdy steeds, he had never tired of her explanations ofvarious sights they passed. She had also provided a history of Keller'sdevelopment. From what Ponkert could make of the various legends andmyths she told, Keller had grown from the remnants of a derelictcolonial rocket from Earth. The lost voyage had long been forgotten bythe mother planet, which was to his advantage. If the Earth's residentshad known about Keller, they would have come in the teeming millions. Ofcourse, this was exactly what he planned once he located Jan.
He fully realized places like Hort, and people like Tomar and hisdaughter Elf, would be the losers if such a venture succeeded, but thenthis was a dog-eat-dog universe and if he didn't look out for himself,nobody else would!
"Look, Chad!" Elf panted as she remounted her mankil, which bore thename Harl. Unlike his own Richard, Harl was a stunted animal andentirely docile.
"This is quite a rarity." the hazel-eyed girl exclaimed, holding thecarmine flower out for his examination. "This rose grows wild in theforest of Hogue, but are seldom found. Some say the petals can becrushed and the slightest drop mixed with wine forms a powerfulelixir--an aphrodisiac."
Ponkert smiled at his impish companion, "What would you want with a lovepotion?"
"Milord, I have no need of such a brew," she glared somewhatcontemptuously at him. "But there are those that do!"
Her heels nudged her mount forward without another word. The girl's eyesstared straight ahead as she settled to the back of her mankil. The restof the day's journey continued in much the same manner. The silenceirritated him for some strange reason. Even when he suggested they stopfor the night, she merely grunted and gave a curt nod of her head.
As he bedded their mounts down for the night, the girl went aboutlighting a small fire and laying out their equipment. With Richard andthe diminutive Harl safely hobbled, he announced his plans of scoutingthe area for direwolf spoor. In reply, Elf curtly informed him of herintention of bathing in a stream running about a hundred yards fromtheir campsite, and that if he needed anything further from her, hecould find her easily enough.
More than a little perplexed by her attitude, the Earthman strolled offinto the dense forest surrounding the small clearing in which they hadmade their camp. He had obviously said something that had insulted thegirl and now she was retaliating by denying him her companionship. Notquite the way for a woman who had offered her life to him to act.Although he tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she had presented, itstill bothered him for some reason which he couldn't explain.
Trying to take his mind off the girl, he pulled his sword from itsscabbard and took a couple of swipes at an imaginary opponent thatsuddenly appeared before him. The imaginary villain deftly done in byhis expert swordsmanship, Ponkert carefully examined, the fineworkmanship that went into the blade. Laying the sword aside on theground, he pulled out his battle-axe and admired it. Although he had yetto use the weapons, they gave him a feeling of security in this world ofknights, kings and fair damsels in distress.
At last he slipped his favourite gift from Tomar from its metal sheath,as he placed the battle-axe on the ground next to his sword. The weaponwas a long dagger that looked more like a bowie knife than anythingelse. It was of Tomar's own design and, like the other two blades, afigure of a half-man, half-wolf was etched into its silvered steel nearthe hilt. A werewolf! Tomar's own reminder of his destroyed ship. Alsosymbolic of the pack of direwolves he had defeated to save Elf, the kinghad explained.
Unclasping his cumbersome cape and laser pistol holster, also providedby Elf's grateful father, and laying them on the ground, the Earthmanbalanced the dagger in his hand. Again an imaginary opponent appearedfrom out of the forest. Grinning he jumped at the mock foe, whose sizeand strength rivalled that of King Kong. Stabbing and lashing in abrilliant show of dexterity, the imagined villain was vanquished in amatter of moments.
Smiling, self-assured, Ponkert stepped back and admired his skill withthe blade. His grin abruptly faded when an ear-splitting scream piercedthe silent forest.
The cry for help had not faded before, the Earthman, clutching hisdagger was racing through the thick brambles toward the source ofdistress-Elf!
Reaching the edge of the small pond, he was immediately met by the sightof a monstrous snake writhing and splashing near the shore to his left.Elf, struggling uselessly, was caught in the thickness of the creature'sgreen and brown splotched rings. The gigantic snake, a waterboa, wasmethodically crushing the life from her body.
Hollowness filled him as he rushed forward toward the encoiled woman.His foolishness in the woods had left him armed with only the dagger heclutched in his right hand. A feeble weapon with which to slay aseventeen foot monster that had just slithered up from the swamps ofhell!
With only the thought of freeing the girl from the twisting body,Ponkert lashed out at the hell-creature. The blade struck a deep groovein the shining green near one of its eyes. The action brought what hewanted, the snake's attention was diverted from Elf momentarily.
Like an unholy living whip of flesh, the waterboa's great triangularhead struck out, its gaping mouth snapping closed on Ponkert's forearm.While the beast lacked the teeth that normally line a mouth, it had twowickedly curved fangs which it used to hold its prey. It was these thatsavagely sunk into the Earthman's arm, burning like twin daggers.
Transferring his blade to his left hand, Ponkert's right hand closedaround the thick scaly neck of the creature, gripping as tight aspossible to stop those dangerous fangs from adding further torment.Connected fangs in his flesh and a hand grasping its neck, thedagger-armed man began to step backwards in a straight line to avoid thecoils that slithered free from Elf as the devil-snake turned all itsattentions to the new challenge.
Repeatedly, the bowie knife-like dagger slashed out trying to cut itsway into the white underside of the snake. The damage the Earthmaninflicted was slight. Armor-like scales deflected the main impact ofPonkert's blows before the sharp point of his knife could sink into thevital flesh beneath.
Its bloated trunk completely free of Elf, the snake now whipped itsheavy body forward, trying to ensnare its newest prey in its deadlytwisting coils. Ponkert's legs carried him above the ensnarling livingwhip time and time again. However, he realized it was only a matter oftime before the results of this uneven match became evident and he fellvictim to the creature's deadly, crushing embrace.
His attention turned back to the snake's head. Again and again, he triedto drive the flashing blade into the loathsome eyes of the writhingcreature. But again and again, his attempts were in vain, as theponderous monster twisted and coiled away from the striking tooth ofsteel. Ponkert held back his want to scream out in agony, as the snake'smovements twisted the fangs still held in his bleeding arm.
Almost before he realized what had happened, a slithering coil trappedhis right leg. He went down to his knees, prepared for the ponderousmass of snake that would soon encompass his body. But before it couldlash out with its ensnaring rings of scaled death, Ponkert felt aviolent shock transmitted through the snake's mouth. The Earthman's eyesflashed up and saw Elf lifting a huge rock above her head. The rockdescended with a fleshy thud onto the snake's thick back.
The new attack from the rear was all that was needed to again divert themonster's attention. Taking advantage of the opening given to him,Ponkert drove his blade forward, slicing it into the creature's eye. Hefelt the slight resistance of bone, then the dagger drove into thebrain.
In an unearthly scream, the gargantuan opened its mouth, freeing itsfangs from the arm it had held. Geysers of thick green blood boiled fromthe pit that had once contained its eye, as Ponkert scrambled back.Screaming again the monster convulsed and collapsed dead on the bank ofthe stream, its huge coils continued to quiver in reflex action.
Shaking visibly from the near-death encounter, Ponkert called out to thegirl, who dropped her rock on the monster for one last time, "Are youall right?"
"Yes," Elf replied, her voice going at full quiver. "But your arm?"
Before he knew it, the girl was at his side, leading him into the coldstream. Her hands urged him to sink into the washing current.
"It's not poisonous," she said rinsing the blood and grime from hiswound. "But it needs to be cleaned and bandaged to stop infection."
He didn't protest, but insisted that she also look after any possibleinjuries she might have sustained. Following his directions, she dippedinto the water and washed the muck of the fight from her body. A bodythat Ponkert suddenly realized was nude!
"Nothing but a few bruises that will be sore in the morning. Nothing toworry about," she announced.
He nodded and smiled. As the girl helped him from the water, he realizedthat his first impressions of Elf, and those he had made during theirweek together, were completely off base.
Any thoughts he had gathered that Elfgwynne of Hort was a young,undeveloped tomboy were completely dispelled by her nakedness. As hiseyes travelled over her pleasing curves while they walked back to thecampsite, he realized that it was this girl's subtle beauty that hadbeen slowly insinuating itself into his psyche during the past week andhad caused his recent worry.
Elf was young, but far from underdeveloped. She was merely small boned.Her bare body presented the picture of a delicate, finely craftedDresden china doll. Her lithe body moved in the regal grace he had firstdetected that day after he had defeated the direwolves. Her shoulderswere thrust back fully displaying two firm, proud breasts that heaved asshe breathed. Two delightfully pink, blossom-like nipples wereprominently placed at the tips of the fleshy cones. While her breastswere nothing like the super tits of Jocelyn or Leda at the House ofWhite Satin, they were far from lacking. They were high and firm withslightly upturned blushing nipples. In proportion with the rest of herbody, they matched perfectly.
Her legs were just long and supple enough to be described as elegant.Her calves held a soft, muscular look and her thighs were fullydeveloped, holding the strength to grasp and please a man. As theyreached the blazing glow of the campfire, his eyes were drawn to thedowny patch of chestnut fur that bushed below the sleek plain of herflat stomach. The flickering flames were caught in the droplets of waterstill held there and were ignited like a thousand sparkling gems.
Elfgwynne of Hort was definitely not a tomboy, his mind repeated. Shewas a woman! And a very desirable one!
"Do you think I need an aphrodisiac to win a man?" she questioned as hesat on the ground near the fire.
Reading the seriousness in her almost green hazel eyes, he suddenlyrealized the reason for Elf's earlier coldness. An expert woodsman, anexpert swordsman and raised by her father, the girl had become a tomboyto the point of even wearing her hair cut short in the rough shaggyhairdo. But she was a woman and knew it. Still her almost manly life hadleft doubts in her mind about her womanhood and her powers of attractionfor the opposite sex.
"No," he assured her in a soft but determined voice. "You haveabsolutely no need of that rose you found today."
"Are you sure?" she questioned, as she wrapped a white bandage aroundhis forearm and tied it securely.
"Yes," he replied letting his eyes linger over the gentle curves of herbody a little longer than necessary. "You are very beautiful. Probablyfar much more than you realize."
"And I have no need of the rose?" she continued
"None at all," he smiled.
"Good," she grinned, then changing the subject. "You're shivering!"
"It's the coolness of the night and these soaking wet clothes," heanswered.
"Get out of them and get into your bedroll. That'll get you warm," shecommanded.
Following her directions, he lifted himself from the ground and walkedto his laid-out bedroll. With a little bit of diff1culty caused by hisstiffening arm, he managed to strip down to his home-made jock strap,then prepared to climb into the soft bed.
"Get that off, too!" Elf ordered from behind him. "I don't want youcatching a cold."
Glancing over his shoulder, he sheepishly grinned at the girl, realizinghe had never fully stripped before her during their week together. Butshrugging his shoulders, he pulled the jock strap and nutcup down, anddropped it atop the pile of his other clothes.
Elf walked to his side and gathered up the wet clothing and began layingit out before the fire to dry as he once again prepared to get into hissleeping bag.
"Did you know that these sleeping bags are of a special design?" shesuddenly questioned.
"No," he answered, studying the bedroll with a puzzled look.
"They are," she continued in a nonchalant voice. "They are designed sothey can be fastened together into one large bag--big enough to hold twopeople."
His groin lurched at the words that he had just heard and he turned tothe girl still arranging his clothes by the fire.
Somewhat unbelieving and astonished, he questioned, "Elf, am I readingyou right? Or did you just proposition me?"
Innocently, her eyes met his and she replied, "I know nothing ofpropositions, but there is a tradition in Hort that if a man saves ayoung woman from danger, he has the right ... "
"... to bed the woman," he finished her statement. "Yes, I know. I'vehad a run in with that custom."
The sorrel-haired Hortian princess went on, "Twice now you have saved mefrom death and yet you have refused to exercise your privilege. I thinkthat I have need of my rose."
"You don't have to use that damned flower," he said, trying to think ofsome polite way of telling this girl, that had just offered to jump intobed with him, that he had never seen her as a woman before.
"Is it because I'm a virgin that you find me so unattractive," shepuzzled.
Virgin! The word blasted through his mind leaving him slightly more thana little unsure and confused. Fumbling for some answer, he blurted out,"A sleeping bag in the middle of the forest is no place to be offeringyour maidenhead. Besides, your father is a close friend of mine, whatwould he think?"
The words sounded every bit as foolish to him as they were. Here was avery sexy and attractive girl offering her cherry and it had himflustered!
"Tomar would be happy!" she exclaimed. "He says I should have been lainyears ago. But most men are afraid of him and what he would do. Theywere less a man for their fears. I wouldn't want them touching me, muchless endure their lovemaking!"
Suddenly faced with the realization that he was about to have his firstconfrontation with a virgin in a very large number of years, he walkedto the girl still kneeling by the fire.
"Would you like to show me how to put these sleeping bags together?" hesaid, holding his hand down to her.
The helping hand wasn't needed. A bundle of very pleased and very lovelyalmost-a-woman sprang up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lipspressed against his in a loud and wet kiss.
"Thank you" she whispered. "I knew you would be the one. I knew it!"
He grinned into the sparkling eyes before him, "I'm the one that shouldbe thanking you. It's not often I get an offer this hard to refuse ... "
Her lips smothered his once again and her tongue flicked over histongue.
When at last she pulled away, he continued. "Somehow, I get the feelingthat your father had some hand in this!"
"Oh, he did! As we left he said that if I returned a virgin from thistrip, he would disown me!" she laughed. "Now warm yourself by the firewhile I prepare the sleeping bags."
Slipping herself from his arms, she trotted to the bags and began tobutton them together. Completed, she slid into the one gigantic bag andsignalled him to join her.
Chuckling to himself in disbelief, he did just that, thinking, I'm aboutto deflower this lovely, enticing girl to stop her from being disowned.The rationalization did little good, and soon was forgotten as he feltElf's warm body snuggled against his side.
"I want you," she whispered softly in his ear.
His lips covered hers in answer. Teasingly his tongue parted her willinglips and darted into the warm sweetness of her mouth. As their tonguestoyed and played with one another, his hands roved over the sleek,smoothness of her body, soothing and gentling her; yet at the same time,letting her know that he knew what was coming next and would lead herinto pleasures that had lain dormant in her young body.
His every movement was slow and deliberate, allowing her time to getused to a man's caressing hand on her body. He had no intention ofraping this girl who so openly offered herself to him. Tenderness wasthe key word to his foreplay. He was in no rush to ravish her. They hadthe night for their love-making, and if it took that long to haveeverything right, he would take it.
Unlike so many ignorant husbands back on Earth, he realized that hisperformance, not hers was what mattered tonight. The first sexualexperience for a woman determined what would develop and grow later. Forthe man who hopped on, stuck it in and blew his balls, there was thereward of a totally cold, frustrated woman who hated the very thought ofhaving sex. But for the man who was willing enough to care of his woman,to take the needed time to soothe her fears and understand thestrangeness of the first sexual encounter, there was a woman waitingthat enjoyed and needed sex as much as he did.
It was this knowledge that guided Ponkert's every motion. His mouth lefther lips only when her breathing increased and she was ready for furtherstimulations. Then his lips, tongue, and teeth teased and taunted theirway over the gentle slopes of her neck and shoulders.
When her moans deepened with desire and her body writhed its softnessagainst his, he allowed his hands to tenderly slip from her back andarms, and lightly cup the young cones of her firm breasts. Likewise,there was no roughness to his manipulations. Soothingly, his palms andfingers stroked the silken-softness at the base of the twin peaks untilthey heaved with desire for his touch. Then he prolonged the lightswirling of his experienced fingers as they travelled up the tremblingmounds. His deliberately slow titillation of this willing girl broughtwhimpers of delight from her lips as his fingertips sought and found thequiescent nipples perched atop her proud breasts.
Awakened to the touch of a man, her body strained to increase itscloseness to his. Trembling and quivering with a new found arousal, shemoaned and nibbled at his ear, letting him know that what he was doingwas good.
But all the pleasure was not hers. As he gave, he received. Aside fromthe fact that he had one hell of a desirable woman beside him, and onewho wanted him, he was filled with the fact that he was ignitingnever-before-felt emotion and desire within her. Feelings and desires heunderstood and helped her to attain to the fullest.
Moving downward with his mouth, his lips and tongue replaced his handson her sensually warming breasts. Once again she gave a series ofwhimpering little pleasure cries as his tongue lavished soft caressesover and around the sensitive buttons that his fingers had brought to aplump hard stiffness. When at last he sucked at the sweetness of herbreasts, he did so gently, but with enough force that she knew hedesired her as much as she did him. Moaning in deep satisfaction, herback arched to him trying to force more of the willing flesh into hismouth. An offer which he did his best to accommodate.
While his mouth busied her now fully sexually fired breasts, his handsstroked up and down the velvet like curves of her sides. As his fingersmoved toward the firm flat plain of her young stomach, he soothinglydanced little swirls to calm the quivering anticipation of the unknown.Easily, his hand and fingers played and reassured her for his nextmoves.
Slowly, but with gentle determination, he allowed one of his hands toslide to the summery warmth of her supple thighs. The girl moaned withthe new intimate contact of his exploring hands, realizing he wasinching his way closer and closer to his ultimate goal. He fondled andteased the outside of her thigh until her legs spread to him,voluntarily and completely under their own desire. But still he soothedand assured her, not wishing to move in too soon.
Far from remaining motionless, her hands explored the muscular expanseof his broad back. She was thrilled as she felt the thick muscles rollbeneath the manly feel of his skin. Almost in imitating fashion, sheallowed her hands to follow the direction of his.
Lovingly she caressed the fullness of his shoulders, then drifted herfingers to the forest of hairs sprouting on his chest. Tickling her waythrough the curly mat, she found his nipples as he had found hers.Lightly rolling them with the tips of her fingers, enjoying feeling themcome alive under her ministrations and grow to hard little pebbles ofdesire.
Unhesitant about her explorations, she followed the path his hands weretaking on her body, only on his. Her hands glided softly down his sidesand played among the hairs on his hard stomach. Likewise, she rubbed thewarmth of his thigh and even allowed her fingers to trace over thecontours of his taut buttocks. Her pleasure soared as he moaned andpressed tightly against her. Gooseflesh rippled along her body as shefelt the hard length of his sex roll aroused over her thigh. Sherealized that it was stiff and erect for one reason and only onereason--her!
Continuing his teasing caresses, he moved his palms into the warmsoftness of her inner thigh. As the girl he now controlled groaned withincreased desire, he stroked over the tender smoothness. Higher andhigher, he worked his hand, allowing her to accustom herself to itstantalizing touch. Then when she was prepared for it to move to herwaiting mound of willingness, his palm floated over her vulva, barelytickling the auburn-coloured down there and repeated the same gentlecaresses on her opposite thigh.
"Ohhhh," she moaned in a throaty, aroused voice of passion. "God, itfeels soooo good. Please--please touch me!"
Then, and only then, did he allow his hand to glide to the waiting bulgeof her mound of love. Lightly, he encompassed the quivering vulva withhis hand, feeling the excited thrill of pleasure shoot through her bodyand exit from her trembling lips as pleading little whimpers.
His hand moved with a pressure that was no more than a soft petting ofthe silken down covering her sex. Gradually, as she moaned and writhedher approval, he increased the force of his fingers and palm to ahealthy fondle. Her body trembled and quaked in response and was askingfor more.
Obliging, he now massaged the willing mound in a steady almost kneadingfashion. Her lips and teeth that nipped delightfully at his neck, toldhim that she had accepted his touch, loved it, and wanted more.
The dampness that welled from her newly excited depths and touched hismassaging hand signalled that she was truly ready for him to proceed. Ashe worked back and forward on the trembling swell of her cunt, he slidhis index finger into the crease of her labia and ran it lengthwise upand down the heated slash. Each stroke brushed against the awakeningbutton of her clitoris, igniting a fire of passion that could besatisfied by but one method. Her moans and groans of desire told him shewas prepared for that.
Once more possessing her mouth with his lips, he rolled atop the willinggirl. His hand continued its pleasureful stroking and massaging until hefelt the tenseness escape from her body.
"I am ready," she urged in a deep passionate voice. "Now, please, I amready for you in me!"
Reaching out with his vulva massaging hand, he grasped the thick end ofhis cock, while he used his thumb to open the entrance to her vagina.Gently, he guided the swollen pole of his sex into the outer lips of herlabia. Throbbing in the liquid beat of her excitement, he lay motionlessletting her feel the demanding smoothness of his cock.
He lifted himself above the girl, so that he was fully raised on hisextended arms. He smiled down at her assuringly.
"I am coming in you now," he whispered, allowing her to prepare for hisentry.
Her eyes sparkled back at him and she urged him on with her reply, "Allat once. I want you all at once!"
His buttocks drew taut as he prepared for the thrust that would follow.His breath sucked in deep. Then he lunged!
In one swift, fluid surge, he sent his cock against the thin membrane ofher hymen, the last guardian of her virginity. The head of his rod feltthe slight resistance the wall of skin gave as he shot through into theexquisite tightness of her soft virgin channel. Immediately he was awareof the tenseness in her body as a sharp blast of pain coursed throughher open nerve endings at the breaking of her maidenhead. Motionless, helay within her as the walls of her vulnerable cunt closed tightly aroundthe bulky invader.
"It hurt!" she moaned. "It hurt and it feels so big!"
"Yes," he whispered, in an assuring tone. "I know, but it will neverhurt again. I promise."
Remaining motionless until she relaxed, he then eased his shaft from theopened mouth of her belly. She groaned with the sudden movement andtightened again. As she relaxed, he once more slid back into the liquidwarmth of her caressing vagina. There was no blocking hymen to causepain this time and her moans came only from the strangeness that filledher cunt that was unaccustomed to accommodating a man. The thick flow oflubricants he had so carefully set in motion by his extended foreplayprotected the delicate cuntal walls from any irritating friction.
Again and again, he eased the swollen length of his cock in and out ofher. By the sixth stroke, her moans came from the stirring desire thatlicked out from her man-packed core of passion.
Easily he lowered himself back to the awaiting bed of flesh beneath. Hefelt the head of his shaft jerk and nudge the elastic walls surroundingit, as his chest made contact with desire-hardened pinnacles of herbreasts. His lips lightly touched hers and his tongue tenderly flickedover the full luscious lips it found.
"It feels good," she whispered almost in a surprised voice and wiggled alittle, rolling the satin-covered pillows of her breasts against him.
"Marvellously good," he said in between a flourish of small kisses.
Her belly was hot and yearning against his now, as he continued to pumpslowly in and out of her cunt with increasing ease. He savoured thelittle tremors of heightening desire within the girl. She moved beneathhim, pushing her pelvis up against him as if exploring what her own bodywas capable of. She twisted and writhed in small undulating motionsaround his cock, moaning softly with pleasure as she did.
Leaning a little to one side, he managed to slide a hand down betweenthem. Her moans were demanding when his fingers found the dampcock-splayed lips of her sex. Probing into the warm, moist crease, hefound the extended node of her clit. Her body quaked with a provocativetremor as he touched the aroused button of lust.
Intently circling the pleasure-laden button, he refanned the flames hehad ignited previously. Her body responded, pumping rhythmically withthe motion of his hips.
Pulling himself out, he paused momentarily to watch her body quiver andher eyes open questioningly. Smiling in answer, he sent himself plungingback into resilient folds of the cleft of her loins with a force equalto his hymen breaking entry. Her body trembled under the excitement ofthe impact. She groaned under the dual stimulation of having a man slamhimself into her and the massaging finger that skilfully manipulated herclit.
He wrenched free, his exit leaving only the throbbing crown of hisaching prick within the outer lips of her cunt. He listened as herbreath sucked deeply, fully aware of what was to come next. Then he gaveit to her, driving deeply into the warm, wet cavern of her belly.
Her desire-filled pelvis leaped up to greet his entry. There were nolonger any traces of fear or pain. The clinging walls of her vagina nowknew a man and wanted him. Wanted him very much!
Steadily increasing the speed of his strokes, he pumped himself into herbelly. In long, hard, deep driving plunges he delved into the sweetwetness of her unexplored recesses. Their crotches slapped wetly as heslammed into her. With each lunge she seemed to open up and accept alittle more of his length into the well of her body.
Her body rocked and bucked, matching his drilling strokes when he feltthe first, of a long series of tight contractions grip his cock indesperation. Abandoned in her passionate fever, she cried out her lustas the hurricane winds of her first orgasm tore her soul and scatteredits pieces through a kaleidoscopic coloured universe of sensualdelights.
Despite his fight to hold back the boiling load he had accumulatedduring a week without a woman, his strength fell like the breaking of agigantic dam. Pure animal lust seized him as his cock was squeezed timeand time again by the pleasure-controlled channel that held him in itshot depths.
He grunted and groaned as he poled his shaft deep into the clutchingvagina. He slithered in and out at a reckless speed, until the explosionthat raced from his balls, seared out over the passion-inflamed head ofhis cock. Quivering and trembling in spasms of unleashed passions, heclung to the girl beneath him, as she in turn held him close.
Together, locked in violent, frantic sexual pleasure, they rocked andgroaned under the cover of their tandem sleeping bag; until, at last,the soothing, washing waves of fulfilment lulled them back to the softgratification of their love-making.
As he attempted to withdraw his deflating penis, her arms held him toher. "Stay in me. I'm not ready to feel empty again so soon."
Lightly kissing her eyelids, he rolled to his side, taking her with himso that his cock remained entrenched in her come-soaked cleft of love.
As was inevitable, the sleeping snake at his groin eventually slid fromthe warm softness of her belly. But by that time, Elf was asleep with asmile of contentment on her lips.
Chapter 9
Jodee, jo jo deeeeee, joodeeee.
The high-pitched screech pierced the misty halls of his sleep.
Joooo deeee, joooo deeee, jo jooooo deeeee.
The persistent screech continued to drive into his dreams of pleasurekingdoms. Annoyed he rolled to his side, groaning as the small pebblesbeneath the sleeping bag tried to bite extra large chunks out of hissides. His eyes fluttered open. A disgustingly happy face loomed abovehim. It descended, lightly kissing his lips.
"Good morning, milord Chad," Elf greeted him, with a cheerfulness thatmelted a large portion of his aches and pains.
Reaching up to manoeuver her lips back to his, his arm was suddenlygripped by stabbing pains of flashing lightning, "Ohhh, my arm! Damn! Itfeels like there's a whole hive of bees in there."
Her satin-gloved fingers gently caressed his cheek, soothing some of thepain. "Your sleep was restless during the night. I was afraid thewaterboa's bite had done more damage than I expected."
"More than I wanted," he tried to smile. "But all that's wrong is alittle stiffness. It'll heal." "Good," she replied, letting theprotruding pinnacles of her breasts brush lingeringly over the surfacesof his chest as she leaned over him. "I would hate to think of anythingserious befalling you."
"So would I," he grinned back, fully enjoying the summery warmth of herbody next to his. "This tandem sleeping bag idea of yours is mightyfine!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it ... I did," she whispered, lowering her lips tohis for another fleeting kiss. She purred softly as the firm cones ofher tits flattened to fleshy balls against him and rolled slightly. "Iwas hoping that you would suggest we keep this arrangement."
He grinned at the sparkling almost green hazel eyes that begged withpleading innocence to him. "I suggest, if it meets your lady's approval,that we allow our sleeping arrangements to remain the same while on ourjourney."
The kiss she planted firmly on his lips and the swirling tongue thatpushed its way into his mouth was a far cry from the light pecks she hadawakened him with. He felt the old familiar stirrings in his loins.
"I get the idea that the Lady of Hort would like a repeat of lastnight's performance," he suggested, when at last they parted.
Her eyelids fluttered toward the ground in mock-embarrassment, "I wouldnever be so bold, Baron Ponkert. As you said, I am a lady of Hort andsuch conduct would not befit my station!"
"You delightful tease," he laughed, pulling her to him with his goodleft hand. "Admit it. Admit that you want it as much as I do!"
"Admit that I want what, milord?" she continued her show of innocence.
His hand slid down the tepid smoothness of her skin, pausing briefly tofondle the bulging side of her breast that squeezed out whitely fromtheir tightly pressed bodies, "Admit that you loved every minute of lastnight. "And having had your first taste of a man moving inside you, youcan't wait for the second!"
"I'll admit no such thing. It wouldn't be ladylike ... Ohhhhh," shemoaned as his hand wedged its way between her legs and roughly squeezedthe furried mound of her vulva.
He increased the pressure of his fingers as he kneaded the thick lips ofher cunt. Dampness wetted his fingers--warm juices that announced whather playful attitude would not.
"Admit it" he repeated, enjoying the noticeable increase of her moans.
"No," she persisted, grinding her undulating pelvis into the palm thatsurrounded her trembling pussy.
Without warning, he popped his index finger into the hot hole of hersex. The heated chamber of her vagina enveloped the invading digit inclinging folds. She groaned and twisted under his manual impalement. Hereyes fluttered closed as she mashed the yearning satin-covered pillowsof her breasts over his chest.
Delighting in the control he commanded over this young and very willinggirl, he slithered his finger in and out of her. "Admit it!"
Her crotch pumping in rhythm with his drilling attack, she panted out,"I admit it--yes! By the gods, yes!"
"Yes, what?" he teased, fully enjoying the game they played.
His probing finger swirled around within the silken interior of herheating cunt. Urgently, he stirred the flow of warm, thick lubricantsthat welled at his touch. Her hips jumped to meet his new ministrations.She writhed and fucked herself on the finger that had penetrated hertrembling hole.
"Yes. I admit it. I admit it!" she added in near desperation as hisdigital attack stirred and renewed the desires he had first ignited lastnight.
He slipped another finger into the cleft of her loins. Allowing it todip momentarily into the flowing bath of her sexual juices, he glidedthe moistened fingertip to her clitoris and proceeded to taunt it to alust-plumped button by twirling around it in rapid flourishes.
"Admit what?" he continued in a voice that imitated her own previousattempt at innocence, prolonging his teasing torture.
"I--admit that ... I-I want you!" she groaned in a near fanatic fever ofpassion and lust.
His own want had made itself self-evident in the jutting form of hisrearing cock that throbbed at a forty-five degree angle from his loins.Just as his taunting torment of pleasure had aroused this red-headedbundle of new found sensual yearnings, it had also brought his desire toa full, blood-gorged head. He savoured the dominance he had over herwilling young body. He thrilled at his power to bring her tosubmissiveness.
"But I'm here and you have me," he teased even further. "What do youwant?"
His finger drilled deeper into the liquid heat of her wanton cunt. Herubbed lasciviously at her lust-inflamed, extended clit. His palm andremaining finger squeezed hard over her heated mound of love. Her wholebody quaked with feverish tremors of desire.
"I want ... I want ... " she groaned from the depths of her throat. "Iwant this!"
Her hand clamped like a vise around the thick circumference of his cock,making sure there was absolutely no doubt left as to what she wanted andhad been teased and taunted into begging for.
His whole body was jolted by electric thrills as her demanding handtugged at his pole. His prolonged torture of pleasure had resulted inthe effects he had sought. For the first time, she had reached down andtouched and held the ponderous rod of his manhood. Her first step towardthe delights she would learn and love to perform to give a man herbody--her whole body, completely and with no avenues left closed.
Lovingly, her hands slid up and down the throbbing length of hismanhood. Her body trembled and quivered at the intimate contact ofvirile masculinity. She thrilled and quaked at the power it conveyed toher exploring fingers. She moaned at the touch that was a magnificentcombination of demanding, adamant hardness, and yet was smooth and sleekand warm.
Rolling her to her back, he slid atop the young excited body. He feltthe shivers of her anticipation race through her full length. His mouthcovered hers and his tongue duelled over the whipping softness of herown oral probe. His one good hand pushed between them and covered theflattened cone of one of her breasts. Within seconds, he pleasinglybusied the resilient fleshy pillow and tweaked the taut nipple at itscrest.
Beneath him, still clutching the hard rod of cock, her thighsvoluntarily opened to an inviting "V". She groaned as his thighs droppedto fill the space vacated by her supple legs. She writhed as the gorgedcrown of his shaft nuzzled and prodded at the soft down-covered mound ofher passion.
"I want this!" she repeated her earlier begging and once more tugged atthe pulsing column of sex now so close, but so far.
As she held him, he wiggled his hips slightly and groaned in unison withher as his glans found its mark and easily slipped between the poutingouter lips of her labia.
Then he gave it to her. With every ounce of strength he could muster, hedrove forward. Racing like a battering ram of flesh, his cock into thesweet cleft of her cunt as if intent on rending through the protectivewall of her hymen. But there was no longer a maidenhead to provide theleast bit of resistance to his entry. There was no longer the jaggedshooting pain of a lost virginity. Gone, too, was the fearfulanticipation of the unknown.
There was the complete feeling of a woman as he packed himself into herbody. There was the hardness. There was the fullness and thesatisfaction as the demanding stiff invasion rammed its way into thedeep reaches of her enfolding cunt.
Her hands grasped his taut balls of ass cheeks and strained to pull himdeeper into her clinging channel. Her hot belly arched up and thrustitself onto his crotch, trying to impale herself further on his lance ofmanhood.
Last night they had made love. Today they lusted in an abandoned wantfor each other.
In animal-like hunger, he battered into the soft lips of her open cunt.Each hard stroke seeking and finding the new untouched depths of heryearning channel. Deeper and deeper he thrust into the soft, spongyrecesses of her hot pussy. He slammed into the hunching mound of sex,spraying its lips wide under the heavy impacts of his crotch.
The thickening lips of her cock-hungry cunt followed every movement ofhis lust-shaft. Lovingly caressing the length of his commandingman-meat, they flowered outward in a tight pink ring of clutchingmuscles. Then the wanton mouth closed as he rammed forward, driving theflowing lips back into her.
His balls slapped sweat-slicked at the bottom of the slash of her cuntas he drilled into the welcoming hole of her desire. Gripping hislength, the soft, silken channel closed around him in humid warmth. Shesqueezed and warmly trapped his cock.
She moaned and writhed against the body above her. The lust-laden globesof her breasts squirmed at his chest, drilling their stiff nipples intohis skin. He speared into her and her pelvis bucked up to gather more ofthe swollen shaft that dominated her body.
As her fingernails bit into the demi-globes of his rock-hard ass, hepounded violently into her. His pelvis ground into her fully arousedclitoris, forcing further groans of lust from her quivering lips.
In the sensual desperation of her near climatic condition, she twistedand bucked with a reckless abandon that matched his own. As he drove hercloser and closer to the threshold of release, she seemed to find thecontrol of her vaginal muscles and squeezed. Tighter and tighter thepuckered ring of pink lips clutched at his cockstaff. Her cunt seemed tomilk and suck at him, lovingly and flowingly.
Her now ecstatically wild whimpers, moans, cries and groans announcedthe nearness of her coming. Wanting to reach that peak with her, hewhipped on the burrowing speed of his plowing pole. In a frantic frenzy,he slammed into her cunt, drilling into the spongy texture of hervolcanic channel. Grunting and groaning in near bestial fever, hewrenched his swollen rod from the tight vaginal folds, then plungedback, entrenching himself once more in her depths.
Her whole body shuddered and quaked under the dam-breaking tidal wavesof ecstasy that raced up from her burning loins, finally ending in anova of white hot light exploding in orgasmic release in her brain. Herbody was no longer hers! It belonged to the conquering sensations thattore it apart with pleasure, then assembled it and blasted it apartagain.
As if attempting to retain some contact with the world she had beenrocketed from as she came, her nails bit into his ass deeply, then rakedup the stiffened contours of his back. She thrashed and writhed andtwisted beneath his body. Her moans and groans had turned to abandonedcries of pleasure.
With perfect timing, his own body went rigid and he drilled deeply intoher orgasm-exploding body. He shuddered and quaked as his testiclesfreely gave up the boiling load they had held. Seemingly, gallon upongallon of thick, white cream emptied itself gratefully into thesurrounding heat of her body.
The liquid warmth of her pleasure-overloaded channel contracted andrelaxed around his spasmodically pulsing rod. The gentle soft insistenceof her caressing folds lovingly flowed around the swollen, jerking rootof his lust, soothing him with fulfilled embraces.
Slowly the lulling waters of satisfaction washed through their coupledbodies, replacing the violent desperation of their coming. Their lipsthankfully brushed over each other and their hands tenderly stroked thecooling flesh of their bodies. Their actions had no other purpose otherthan just to feel the closeness of skin on skin.
When at last he rolled from this girl, transformed into a very enticingwoman, she snuggled back against him, her head laying on his chest.Tenderly, he caressed the silken softness of her short red hair that wascompletely in a wild disarray that pleased him. The warm flow of herbreath streamed from her nostrils and tickled its way through the forestof curly black hairs on his chest.
Neither of them spoke or moved, afraid of losing, too soon, the intimatecontact of their bodies and spoiling the memories of ecstasy they hadshared. The softness of their breathing blended with the rustle of amorning breeze that stirred through the great forest around them.Somewhere in the distance the high-pitched cry that had first drawn himfrom his sleep sounded again.
"Listen," she said, raising her head toward the sound. "Do you hear it?"
He nodded to her inquiring gaze and she continued, "It's an ottuff-jay!"
By her tone he realized that he was expected to know what she wasdescribing, but he didn't. "A whatinjay?"
She chuckled at his obvious ignorance, hazel eyes afire with glowingspecks of green, "An ottuff-jay."
Grinning at the definitely elfin-looking girl, he shook his head,admitting his ignorance.
"It's a wild game fowl that inhabits these woods," she explained. "It'sconsidered quite a delicacy in Hort--tender and succulent."
He smiled, "Do I happen to detect that milady is hungry?"
"Famished," she laughed in a crystal clear ring that seemed to sing. "Idon't think I can ever remember feeling so ravishingly famished."
"Howsabout I bring one of those ottuffamuthings in for breakfast?" hesuggested.
His answer was a warm hug and a sloppy wet kiss that smothered his lips.
"I guess that pretty well answers the question," he said, disentanglinghimself from her arms. "But I won't be bringing home the bacon unless Iget off my ass."
She laughed as they scooted from the sleeping bag together. The briskmorning air sent chilled gooseflesh prickling over their naked skin.
Trotting to the still glowing embers of their campfire, Ponkert allowedhis rear to become toastingly warm as Elf hastily slipped into her brownand green outfit, once more taking on the very deceptive tomboyappearance. Grinning, she trotted to his side and began helping him intohis own clothes.
"Do you think you should be doing this with that arm of yours?" sheasked as she gently worked the soft fabric of his shirt over hisbandaged right arm.
"Woman," he said watching her eyes glow with satisfaction at the soundof the word, "don't put a damper on my gallantry. I've got that laser Idid in the direwolves with, which should be able to handle a measlylittle bird."
She nodded as she buttoned the three clasps at the neck of hisblouse-like shirt.
"But I'm afraid I'll come home empty-handed, if you don't describe thistasty ottuff-jay to me."
"Mayhap you are right, my baron," she smiled. "But there will be nodifficulty in finding the bird. Just follow the sound of his calls. Whenyou see it, there will be no doubt that you have seen an ottuff-jay. Thebird is the size of one of our tame hens in Hort. However, it isfeatherless except for a white ruff that neatly circles its neck. Alsoit has leather wings."
While he had no idea in the world what a Hortian hen looked like, headmitted there would be no difficulty in recognizing a bird with leatherwings.
"Got it," he smiled, then lightly kissed her lips and patted the fullroundness of her ass which was hidden by her baggy trousers. "Now to getit."
With that he proceeded toward the spot where he had left his weaponsduring the night. Elf called after him, "Hurry, Chad. I'll haveeverything ready for our morning feast when you return."
Waving back to her, he entered the forest and quickly located his sword,axe and laser. Slipping them into their respective scabbards andholster, he proceeded in the direction of the persistent screech of thenow-stalked ottuff-jay.
Feeling quite free and easy, he moved through the thick growth of woods.The forest, as all Keller had been, was a beautiful isle of serenity tohim. He was all too used to the paved-in-asphalt cities of Earth and thescreaming, teeming, scheming billions all out to stab a man in the back.Perhaps if the phrase "stab in the back" could be taken onlyfiguratively, he might have been able to live on mother Earth. However,crime was rampant in the streets, homes and office complexes. That stabin the back was real. Deadly real!
He had gone no more than a quarter of a mile, when he first sighted thesource of the sound he was following. He immediately dropped behind thetrunk of an old gnarled oak for protection. Elf had forgotten to mentionan ottuff-jay was at least the size of an Earthly German Shepard, had along hawk-like beak and walked on six clawed feet. She was right aboutthe leather wings, and the white ruff of feather around the creature'sneck. Ponkert was positive about that--two of the overgrown chickensstood not more than twenty feet from him.
However, he had little real worry about the gigantic birds turning onhim. They had other matters occupying their minds, or bodies as the casewas. Silently he watched with some amazement as he received a naturelesson in the mating habits of six-legged beasts. When the femalefinally strutted off, obviously satisfied by the awkward coupling, hesimply pulled out his laser pistol and squeezed off a shot. The brawnyfeatherless bird dropped to the ground before he realized what happened,caught while still dazed from his sexual repast.
Getting the monster back to the campsite posed a different problem. Anottuff-jay weighed at least ten times the amount it looked. Pulling hissword free, the Earthman used it as an over-sized butcher knife to hackaway two of the six drumsticks. Hoping Elf preferred the taste of darkmeat, he slung the bird legs over his shoulder and began to retrace hissteps through the forest.
Whistling to himself, he let his eyes take in the bountiful beautysurrounding him. He tried to visualize the countryside after he hadopened his matter transmitter vacation service to Keller. Immediatelyscraps of paper and disposable cans that were never disposed of wereheaped around his feet. He shook the vision from his mind and thegreenery was returned. The prospect of his business venture suddenly satuneasy with him. Perhaps if he set up regulations ...
His thoughts were abruptly ripped from his mind as he stepped into theclearing that had held their campsite an hour ago.
"Elf!" he called out, dropping the heavy bird legs to the ground. "Elf!"
There was no answer. Like a madman he rushed to the torn sleeping bagand camping equipment scattered in crazy disarray over the smallclearing. The girl was gone! And so were the two mankils, Richard andHarl!
Suppressing his urge to panic, he forced logic into his brain whendesperation fought for a seat. His mind seemed to take in and processthe information his eyes transmitted to it double-time, trying to subduethe hollow sinking that filled the pit of his stomach.
He found the key to the whole riddle at the north edge of the clearing.Mankil tracks. Enough for at least ten creatures and their riders.
The complete wrecking of the camp and the missing Elf fell into place.Someone, for some unknown reason, had ridden in and abducted her. Therehad been a fight, that much he knew. Elf would never have gonesubmissively. But why? Why?
Suddenly, the thought of some northern Yngvi grabbed his mind likefingers of ice. Some unknown Yngvi and his Elf! His mind screamed andlogic fell to blood-lust. Like a lunatic, he wrenched the long swordthat hung from his side from its scabbard. The silvered blade flashed inthe morning sun as he ran after those who had left an easy trail for hisrevenge-seeking eyes. He ran, intent on but one thing: to find and killthose that had taken the girl from him.
Chapter 10
Ponkert's temper had cooled to cold determination during the two weeksit had taken to plod along on foot to arrive within the fortified wallsof the city-state Lindakar. While the city rivalled Hort in size, itsstreets were littered with trash and the people didn't display thejoviality of Hortians. However, they were friendly enough to explain toan ignorant stranger with certain pride that their ruler, Rololf, hadmanaged to capture the daughter of their most feared enemy--Tomar.
That same enemy's wisdom in giving Ponkert a small pouch of silver, hadallowed the Earthman to cross enough palms to find out the exactlocation of Elf within Rololf's palace. The remainder of his week's staywithin Lindakar had been spent plotting his rescue of the red-headedHortian princess.
It was a good plan. A damn good one. However, it had one major fault, hehad to admit. It just didn't work. The four Lindakarian palace guardswho surrounded him, their long curved scimitars drawn and held in quitemenacing positions, was all the evidence he needed of that.
"I say we should just skewer him now," one of the burly black guardsgrunted.
"No! As delightful as his death agonies might be, we have orders thatall would-be assassins are to be taken before the queen for sentencingin Rololf's absence," an even more burly and higher ranking guardanswered.
Ponkert winced as a sharp point bit into his back, "Move!" a voicebehind his ordered. He did just that, following two of the guards whopositioned themselves before him.
As they marched through the echoing halls of the palace, the Earthmandoubted his decision to leave his laser pistol behind at the inn. Butthen on the other hand, if one of these oafs had gotten their mitts onit, the results would have been disastrous.
He silently cursed himself for not taking more time to lay his plans,but it did no good. There was no way for him to know that as he strolledthrough the palace garden toward the high-rising tower where Elf washeld that he would step smack-dab in the middle of the back of a palaceguard taking a rest break with a scullery maid. To say the least, theman's startled cries brought the rest of the guards running.
"Wait here, pig!" one of his rather unfriendly companions ordered,halting the group outside two golden doors.
The guard entered and returned a few moments later ordering him inside.The Earthman's darting eyes took only a few seconds to confirm the factthat he was being brought before the queen. And by the looks of thepastel draperies and somewhat suggestive marble statues that lined thewalls of the expansive room, his audience was to be in her bedchambers--which is where any good queen should be in the middle of thenight.
Somewhere before him, he heard a very feminine chuckle. He strained tosee around the broad backs of his captors, but was unsuccessful. Hisears strained to hear the whispering that followed the soft laughter andmanaged to pick up "Thank you ... alright ... my agent testing thedefences of ... yes ... sure I'll be ... "
He twisted from side to side in amazement as his surrounding guardssuddenly turned and left him standing alone in the room. His unbelievingeyes strained over his shoulder as the armed men marched through thedoor and closed it behind them.
"Chadwick Ponkert the Third," the voice of the queen summoned his gazeback to front centre.
His eyes must have bulged an inch and his jaw dropped to the floor as hefocussed on the woman in white robes before him. "J-Jan!"
In a very familiar bouncy little trot, the woman ran forward and threwher arms around his neck, hugging him with the tight squeezing embraceof old friends--very close old friends!
Chad, I thought I'd never see you again!" she cried, setting off warmtinglings within him. His own arms slipped around her waist.
By the time a flood of warm, wet kisses subsided and they partedslightly, he stared at her, still unbelieving, "Jan! Woman, I've beensearching for you ever since my pod landed on this crazy planet. I justcan't believe it! And a queen. Hell, wench, I've only managed to rise tothe title of baron!"
Laughing, the very Earthy queen of Lindakar maneuvered him to a couchand poured wine from a silver flask into a silver goblet. Tears ofhappiness still welling in her eyes, she explained that Rololf hadlocated her fallen, misguided escape pod, while on a hunting trip.
"It was love at first sight, if you can believe that, Chad," sheexplained. "He made me his queen during our first month together. Healso made every attempt he could to locate you. I told him everything!But my damn signal beam locator was smashed in the crash. The signalbeacon worked and we turned it on in the hope that you were alive andwould try to find me."
Briefly, he recounted the various adventures and misadventures that hadoccurred to him on his journey across the face of Keller. He verycarefully explained every detail pertaining to Elf, her abduction andsomewhat less than successful attempt at rescue.
"Rololf is a fair man," she said. "Although he is somewhat dominating... "
And just what you need and want, Ponkert thought, remembering Jan andhis master-slave sex games on the now destructed Werewolf.
"... but Hort has been a rival of Lindakar's for centuries. I'll do mybest when he returns from his hunt tomorrow, but I can't promiseanything."
"However," she added, "I think I'll be able to swing it. Lindakar was acity on the edge of revolt when I first arrived. It's still in badshape, but under my suggestion, Rololf removed every member of hiscouncil. Things are shaping up and the people are beginning to call himtheir king again. I think it would be hard for him to refuse. Butthere's a price ... "
Ponkert's eyes jumped to hers. "A price?"
"Yes," she replied with determination.
"Okay, let's hear it," he grimaced as he realized his former co-pilothad him over a barrel.
"First, I know I'll never be able to stop you from your plans of settingup the matter transmitter and opening up Keller to Earth. But if youwant my help, you'll have to agree to wait at least six months beforeyou take any steps in finding the transmitter." She paused momentarily,her eyes searching his face for any traces of understanding. "Let's justsay I like what I've found here and I don't want it changed. This placegrows on you. Given six months, you just might become a Kellerian. It'sa gamble I'm going to take."
For several minutes Ponkert pondered the request in his mind. All inall, he didn't find the prospect of six extra months on Keller all thatunpleasant.
"I agree," he finally announced his decision. "But you said "first,"what else do you want?"
Her big dark eyes looked at him with that cute innocence that he so wellremembered from their numerous star voyages together. She stirredrestlessly on the couch beside him.
"Rololf has been on his hunting trip for five days and nights," shebegan again. "He also left me to take care of state business during theday. At night, in this big bed chamber, I am alone--master."
The second part of her price hit him like an unexpected bombshell. Therewas no doubt as to what she had in mind. She wanted the same games theyused to play aboard the Werewolf to while away the endless hours inspaceflight.
"Jan," he questioned, almost unbelievingly, "I've been nearly threeweeks without a woman and the last part of your offer is quite enticing,as it always has been--but are you sure? I mean, you are a married womannow and a cuckolded husband, especially a royal one, is nothing a saneman wants to contend with."
She laughed, her dark eyes shining as bright as the light on her strandsof black hair, "Chadwick Ponkert the Third, I dare you to accuse a queenof cheating on her husband. Wouldn't be cheating. After all, I did knowyou first and besides, it would be for old time's sake--master."
There was no arguing with logic like that. Not that he wanted to argue.This was one ready-and-willing woman offering herself to oneready-and-willing man. He answered by gathering her in his arms andattempting to stab her tonsils with his probing tongue.
"Now, wench," he assumed the role she wanted of him when they parted."You may wear the robes of a queen, but I plan to prove you're still thebitch you always were."
Her eyes widened with anticipation and she trembled.
"Strip, bitch!" he ordered, snapping like a feudal ruler in a world ofreal feudal lords.
Immediately, she responded by standing and pulling the white folds ofher robe over her head. He felt his testicles tighten with the familiarview of her very desirable body. The globes of her breasts shivered withsubmissive excitement. Quickly shedding his own clothes, he was fullyprepared to begin to pay the second part of Jan's price.
Then she came to him, bouncing and swinging a lot of tit. Her handsattacked his cock, causing it to grow to a firm mast of flesh thatpulsed with life. He groaned as a sudden vise-like grip squeezed hismeaty shaft until every inch throbbed hot with pain-pleasure.
"It remembers little Jan," she teased, knowing damn well that he couldnever resist this sexually hungry woman.
She shivered and jerked a clenched fist up and down his extended hardrod. Her hand raced up and down, from the strained looking gorged glansto the hairy clump at the base of his cock. Simultaneously, her otherhand tucked beneath his legs and tickled its way over his tighteningscrotum, eventually finding his dangling, ball-filled sac. He groanedagain as she cupped the tender bag and toyed with it. His testicles weremoving around uneasily, but the sensation was building up pressure andhis buttocks were drawing taut.
His own hands were engrossed in the jugs of enticing flesh that swayedon her chest. She grunted as he dug into their softness and molded themto the contours of his hands with a healthy squeeze. Her hand was movingwith increasing energy over and around his thick cock. He kneaded andtugged her breasts as if they were mounds of creamy white dough ratherthan sensitive flesh. He tugged and tickled. She moaned a deep-throateddesirous groan. He pulled and swung them. Her nipples fattened to darktaut mushrooms. His fingers found and fondled the erect buds. Then hepinched and rolled the hard flesh between his scissoring fingertips. Itwasn't enough to hurt her, but she shivered and pulled at his pulsingorgan. Reaching under the slightly pendulous tits, he pushed upwarduntil the almost flaccid flesh slipped off his palms and slapped back ather chest. His manual administrations caused them to glow with a pinkwarmth.
"Now, my royal whore," he commanded. "Let's see if you remember how togive head. Eat it!"
In slavish submissiveness, she eased away from his fondling hands anddropped to her knees. Without any preliminary licking or nibbling, sheopened her lips to form a gaping "O" and surrounded his cock with wet,warm mouth.
It was one abrupt delightful surprise sensation. He half-sighed,half-groaned under the oral caress she lavished on his prick. He watchedher pouted lips inch forward over his length, working their way to thehilt of his penis. Tightening his ass, he eased forward into the damp,oral sheath, helping her with the task she had set about. Standing abovethe kneeling woman, he watched himself disappear into her face. Hishands caressed her cheeks. The bludgeoning column stuffed her mouth,jerking and jumping. He delighted, as he felt his movements beneath hereager lips.
He could follow the swirling lashes of her tongue with his fingertips,not to mention the thrilling waves of pleasure her tongue ignited in hisshaft. She slithered her oral digit around the thickness of his dickuntil he felt like a stick of dynamite.
Then he moved his pelvis back. His eyes followed the glistening lengthof his manliness emerge from her clinging lips. She sucked and licked,swallowing the drops of preseminal fluid that welled with crystalwetness from his lust-swollen glans. Without hesitating, he easedhimself back into the tender harbor of her mouth. He wanted very much tofling his hips forward and rape those exquisitely working lips, but hedidn't. He just glided into the sweet, caressing warmth. He was incontrol of the situation and knew it. Over and over he pumped in and outof the hungry orifice.
As she sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand slipped from his ballsand wiggled its way up the dark crease of his ass. She found thepuckered anal mouth and teased over its hardened nodes. When the tenseopening relaxed, she drilled into his ass hole, burying her finger inhis bowels. He grunted and jerked forward. His cock crammed roughly intoher mouth. Its blood-gorged head banged into the back of her throat.
She groaned, but continued her oral ministrations without the smallestinterruption. Her finger wiggled and tickled in the pressure-tightentrance of his ass. She felt hot and big in him. She twirled andplunged into the tender channel, imitating a penis with her finger. Shewas fucking him, while he fucked her face.
The thrilling sensations that filled him were indescribable. He groanedand shuddered with each invasion into his burning anus. He moaned andtrembled as her lips and tongue swirled and sucked over the stiff lengthof his cock. His knees were fast turning to liquid. The pressure in hisswelling balls was increasing to the breaking point. In her fingerjabbed, raspy, and fiery, and in his prick rushed, burrowing into thewarmth of her mouth.
With one last sharp stab into his ass hole, she slid her finger fromhim, then pulled her clutching lips off his prod. She twisted around andstuck two sleek, broad ass cheeks up for his inspection. They were thesame creamy white as the rest of her body. And like her juggling tits,they quivered with the slightest movement of her body. Following thedark furrow of her ass downward, he saw the moist pink lips of her cuntglint up at him through the thick black bush covering her pussy.
"Take me from behind," she panted in a fully aroused voice. "Mount melike a stud mounts a mare!"
"No! Like a dog takes a bitch," he answered, grinning as her bottomtrembled.
He lowered himself behind the small woman, his hands grabbing theshivery ass cheeks. His fingers pressed hard into the white vulnerableflesh, squeezing them to a pleasure tortured white. She whimpered withdelight and thrust her bottom toward him. His hands tightened, sendingthrilled waves of gooseflesh up and down the smooth sleekness of herslightly arched back.
Reluctantly relinquishing his hold on her tempting buttocks, he ran onehand down between her thighs, which voluntarily spread for his touch. Ittook no expert to find the wet mound of cunt that quivered withexcitement. He popped a finger into the oily, moist slit. She was hotand wet and ready.
The gripping elastic folds of her cunt sucked at his finger as he pulledit free from the lubricant-flooded channel. Grabbing the full, hard,throbbing length of his cock, he pushed down and thrust forward, packinghimself into the flowering lips vacated by his finger.
A shuddering tremor quaked through her kneeling body as he drove intoher juicy interior, drilling the ponderous mass of his prick to thehilt. Almost in reflex action, she bucked back, colliding against hiscrotch with a fleshy plop.
"Hard ... " she grunted. "Soooo, wonderfully hard!"
Her days and nights without a man had her body lit like a fuse sizzlingtoward the ultimate explosion. Which was just as well, since he couldtell there would be no holding back his own coming whenever the thickload in his balls decided it was time to blast free.
He jerked away from the moist socket of lust, then crammed his way backinto the soft folds of flesh. She bucked and grunted. The heatedsoftness of her ass swirled against his crotch, twirling his swollencock within the fiery core of her quick. As they picked up the age-oldrhythm, he could feel the excited bulge of her clitoris, but knew itwasn't getting the attention it wanted.
His arms encircled the bunching woman's waist. Roughly his fingersplunged into the open slit of her manhole. Probing around the top of heranxious cunt, he found the tiny nubbin and fondled it.
Over and over he flung himself into the damp slash of her cunt, as hismanipulating fingertips rolled and played with the swollen bud ofpleasure. She squealed and began to fuck herself on his pounding shaft.She pushed and pulled. She grunted and groaned. She embedded the hardcolumn of manhood deep within her belly. She yanked away from him, thenthrew herself back. She bucked and twitched and twisted herself towardthe desperation of her release. Violently, wantonly she abandonedherself to the fire that consumed the sweet cleft of her loins.
When she came there was no holding her back. It was as violent andshattering as her love-making. He hung on to her to keep from beingthrown from his delightful mount. His cock exploded with her cunt. Hejetted into her trembling hole. Grateful for the release he had wantedover the past weeks, he creamed like a schoolboy just entering his firstpussy. He blasted and filled her, emptying at least a gallon of thickcome into her sucking gobbling cunt.
They collapsed to the carpeted floor, one on top of the other, pantingand moaning and trembling in the waves of fulfilment that controlledtheir quaking bodies.
Chapter 11
Since mid-morning, Ponkert had been with the King of Lindakar, Rololf.Jan, after her own discussion with her husband, had been with them fortwo hours, then had left them alone. That had been four hours ago. Anddespite his preconceived hate of the bastard that had kidnapped Elf, theEarthman had to admit he liked the man.
Rololf's stature was somewhere between his and Tomar's. He was verydefinitely a man with an air that commanded. It was easy to see Jan'sattraction for the Kellerian. Jan was one woman that grooved on beingcommanded. Likewise, he could see how this near-barbarian would find Janto his tastes. He was a man, a real man that cared more for nature thanruling a kingdom. His world was the outdoors, not the administrativeduties of a ruler. His want to improve Lindakar, and Jan's ability to doso, were well-matched. Not to mention the fact that Jan's sexualappetite equalled, if not surpassed, his. Not a bad attribute to seek inone's wife, the Earthman thought.
For the past four hours they had shared tales and adventures, eachfeeling the other out without fencing for a dominant position over theother. Ponkert realized that, given the time, Rololf could grow to be atrusted and valuable friend to have on a planet such as Keller. But theLindakarian king had artfully maneuvered the conversation from anymention of either Elf or her home city of Hort. Ponkert's attempts tobring up the subject had been skilfully avoided and replaced by othertopics. So when Rololf abruptly began to explain his position concerningthe captive princess, Ponkert was taken so off guard that he could dolittle but listen as the king spoke.
"Throughout our history, Lindakar and Hort have been enemies. How or whythe feud began has been long lost to the memories of men. But that doesnot alter the fact that hatred exists and has long dwelled in the heartsof both Lindakarians and Hortians," Rololf explained.
His eyes searched Ponkert's face, and finding he had the Earthman's fullattention continued, "But just because it has always been so, does notmean it is right. Nor does it mean that I have any wish for such eventsas useless battles that rob my kingdom of young men. If there has everbeen a time for a play for peace it is now. There have been no warringencounters between Hort and Lindakar since Tomar assumed the throne."
"While I can not speak for Tomar," Ponkert interjected, "I know the man.He, too, is peaceful and with the release of his daughter, I am sure Ican negotiate a treaty between your two cities ... "
Rololf waved him into silence. "Do not put words in my mouth. A treatywould be good. It would open up trade between our sister realms andincrease our strength from outside attack ... "
He paused momentarily, then began again, " ... but it is not that simplea matter. I cannot just release the Princess Elfgwynne into yourcustody."
"Why!" Ponkert demanded, perplexed by the ruler's words.
"Are you deaf, man!" Rololf half-shouted with irritation. "Haven't youlistened to my words? You can't wipe out centuries of blood and hatejust like that. I have grown to enjoy my seat upon the Lindakarianthrone. If I turned Elfgwynne over to you, my head would hang from thehighest tower in the palace by the morrow's morn."
"Then what are you proposing?" Ponkert urged him to proceed.
Rololf's dark eyes peered into his; there was a sad determination aboutthem. "There are two courses to take. First, you, like my queen, are notof our world, as hard as that is to believe. I know it to be true. Sincethat is the situation you should leave Lindakar and Kellerian problemsto the men of Keller." Ponkert suppressed the urge to plant his fist inthe middle of Rololf's face. He didn't like the idea of being told toleave the woman he had helped place in a bad situation in that position.And he damn sure didn't like being told he didn't belong on Keller. Hehad always found a spot for himself no matter what world he was on.Keller was no exception!
"Out of the question" he granted, knowing his face flushed with hisanger at the suggestion. "What's the other alternative you spoke of?"
"A duel ... " the words rolled from Rololf's lips with hesitancy, " ...a duel between a champion of Hort and a champion of Lindakar. The winnertakes Elfgwynne. Freedom on one hand, slavery on the other. It is theonly way my people will accept the release of the princess withoutrevolting against me."
"Agreed," the Earthman nearly shouted.
"Good. Jan said there would be no denying you. Your decision increasesthe respect I have found for you," Rololf nodded. "I do not like havingto place one of my queen's friends in such a position, but there is noother way. If you win, I expect that you will take my message of peaceto Tomar."
Ponkert now nodded, "Yes, I have no wish to leave Jan in a kingdom thatcould be torn by war without notice. But as to the duel. What are theweapons?"
"None," the ruler replied. "Bare hands and to the death!"
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Bare except for his home-made jock strap, Ponkert stood inside adirt-floored arena. The battle area was within a large domed building.He was alone except for Rololf and Jan, who sat above in the royal box.With them were ten witnesses to his and the Lindakarian king'sagreement. If he won, there would be no doubt as to the legitimacy ofthe victory. Likewise, there would be no shadow over his death. Heshivered at the last thought and began to put himself through somewarm-up exercises.
As he flexed his muscles and tried to drive some of the tenseness away,he attempted to imagine the champion Rololf had selected. As a whole,Rololf excepted, Kellerian men were slightly smaller than the men ofEarth, but they were stocky and their strength equalled that of theirnot so distant cousins back home.
He had no more than a minute to let his imagination wander. Acamouflaged gate in the opposite end of the arena swung in, andLindakar's champion loomed out. Ponkert blanched.
This wasn't a man, it was a monster! Standing an easy seven feet,complete with shaven scalp, his opponent looked as if he were a henchmanfor the insidious Dr. Fu Manchu. The Earthman swallowed hard as heestimated the man to outweigh him by at least a hundred pounds. Hewatched as the giant's muscles rippled like thick steel cables under hissunbronzed skin. But he was far--very far--from being muscle-bound. Asif to prove the point, he did a couple of handsprings as his version ofwarms. Ponkert immediately recognized the show of agility for what itwas--a ploy to unnerve him.
In his next breath, the Earthman admitted to himself it worked! He wasscared shitless!
As the man-mountain began to approach, two tree-trunk arms extended in adeadly embrace toward him, Ponkert tried to find the calmness that hadbeen drilled into his head during all those hours of hand-to-hand combattraining back on Earth. Visions of his two hundred pound instructorbeing tossed around like a sack of corn meal by a one hundred and fivepound woman with a fifth degree black belt flashed in his mind's eye.Size meant nothing. Ability was everything. This giant was undoubtedlystronger. But Ponkert had the element of surprise on his side. Surprisein the form of fists of death.
Cautiously, the Earthman crouched in a defensive stance and waited ashis opponent charged. When in doubt, let your attacker make the firstmove. Let him make the first mistake. The first mistake would comequickly--he hoped-- as he stood before the gargantua barreling down onhim.
Then Ponkert struck! So fast and skillful were his movements, that fewactually saw, with the exception of Jan who often sparred with himaboard the Werewolf, or understood what actually occurred.
Before the bronze giant's clutching bands could ensnarl him in theirmassive grip, Ponkert locked out and connected his heel with theopponent's kneecap. Catching an out-flung arm, he twisted violently. Themountainous man screamed as he somersaulted through the air, landingwith a definitely fleshy thud on his back, clouds of dust rising underthe impact.
It was here the Lindakarian's agility came into play. Before theEarthman could administer the coup de grace in the form of a slashingkick to the temple, the golden-skinned monster had rolled to his feetand stood facing Ponkert.
Although his teeth gnashed and he growled, Ponkert could detect theglimmering of doubt on the behemoth's face. Never before had anyone hurthim so easily. From the manner in which he slid his right leg, hiskneecap might be broken.
Again the man charged with bull-like determination to quickly do awaywith his opponent. Ponkert grabbed, turned, and smoothly went into aperfectly executed tai-otoshi, the aptly named body drop. TheLindakarian once more sailed through the air to land heavily atPonkert's feet.
This time, Ponkert couldn't allow the man to escape him. The bronzegiant's thick neck was quickly locked in Ponkert's powerful arms.Applied properly, a choke lock, such as Ponkert held his opponent in,takes only seconds to bring unconsciousness. The bull-necked Lindakarianwas no exception--only five seconds passed before Rololf's champion wasat the Earthman's feet, lying there without moving.
Ponkert released his hold the instant he was sure the man had beenknocked out. He had no, desire to kill the Lindakarian. He carried nomalice toward him. True, the man would cheerfully have killed him--andhad tried very hard to do just that--but this meant nothing to theEarthman. He had won! That was all that mattered.
"Your champion is defeated," he called out, turning to Rololf. "Need Ikill him to prove it?"
"Nay!" the ruler answered. "Never has anyone bested Ort. "There is noneed to go on. You have fairly won the Princess Elfgwynne."
Somewhere, he could hear Jan's voice, but paid little attention to it astwo servants led him from the arena. They walked quickly down atorch-lit corridor to a large stone pool where Ponkert was allowed towash the sweat and dirt from the fight from his body.
As he climbed from the water and dried, one of the servants spoke, "Ourqueen has directed us to take you to the princess."
He nodded to them to lead on as he slipped into his Hortian robes ofroyalty that Jan had apparently ordered for him from the inn. Hisweapons, including his precious laser, were there also.
It took only moments to wind their way back to the palace. Another fewseconds, and his servant companions opened another massive wooden door,not unlike those he was becoming accustomed to finding in Kellerianpalaces. He stepped into a room that would've made a sultan's haremenvious with its luxury. But he gave little notice to the opulence thatsurrounded him. His eyes saw only one thing. A very beautiful,short-haired redhead who stood in long velvet robes in the middle of thechamber--Elf!
"Chad!" she exclaimed as her eyes settled on him then she rushedforward, as did he.
When they met, there was no stopping the flurry of wet, warm kisses asthey desperately tried to cover any and all skin left exposed by theirgarments. When their lips at last met in a long, loving joining, theycommunicated more than hours of conversation could've achieved.
Remaining in the girl's clinging arms, he maneuvered her to the edge ofa large oval bed on one side of the room. As their lips continued tomeet and their tongues continued to delve in and out of each other'smouth, they somehow managed to seat themselves. Eventually, Ponkertgently eased the girl from him. Tears of happiness flowed from her hazeleyes.
Somewhere finding the strength to resist the urge to pull her back intohis arms, he started his tale. Beginning with the Werewolf and ending itwith the battle for her freedom and a peace treaty between the twocities, he told her everything. Everything! He left no detail of hisKellerian adventures unmentioned.
"Then that means we're safe and in the hands of friends," Elf finallycommented, almost irritating him with her easy acceptance of hisexplanation.
"Do you understand everything I've said?" he questioned, perplexed byher attitude.
"Yes, everything," she smiled, as her hands lovingly caressed the sidesof his face. "But all that is in the past. And the treaty is in thefuture. All that matters now is that we, together, are safe and in nodanger."
He laughed at her crazy, wonderful logic and enwrapped her in his arms.His tongue once more plunged into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Herlips parted willingly and her own tongue played and teased at his.
"Take me, my lord," she whispered as their lips parted. "Please, it'sall that I want for now. Everything else can wait."
Despite the bulkiness of their clothing and the intricate clasps andcatches that held the garments together, they managed to strip withlittle interrupting of their demanding embraces. He groaned long and lowwhen at last he felt the summery touch of her body pressed against him.Skin to skin, man to woman.
Lowering her to the bed once again under his pressing weight, his handshungrily raced over the enticing smoothness of her young supple body.His tongue flicked out against her fleshy little earlobe, easilybringing delighted pleasure-moans from her lips. As he increased histaunting, his teeth nibbled at the lobe, eventually capturing it. Inturn, his tongue whipped at the sensitive flesh until she writhedbeneath him, rolling the bulging mounds of her breasts across his chest.
The yearning call of her pillowy tits summoned his hands. Answering theinvitation, he rolled to his side and slightly off the soft body underhim. Dancing his fingertips in swirling little patterns, beginning atthe ear opposing the one he busied with his mouth, he teased down thelong freckle-sprinkled arch of her graceful neck, arriving withtantalizing slowness at the base of one of the fleshy mountains.
Shivery little trembles shot through her body at the contact of breastand hand. She groaned and wedged a warm thigh between his yielding legs.Her thigh eased up, finding the thickness of man-meat swelling from hisloins. Her body quaked with excitement as she felt the throbbingvirility coursing through his cock.
With a definite languor, she rolled the thick shaft, teasing him intosoft aroused moans. She shivered as the first flow of preseminal juicesoozed to the sleek surface of her thigh. Warm and wet, it slicked overthe supple roundness of her leg as she moved against him.
As he gave up the pleasure-tortured earlobe and moved his lips andtongue to her neck, his fingers gently traced the large circumference ofher billowy breast. Having traversed the complete base, he raced hisfingertips around it once again, delighting at the series of fleshtremors he ignited in the girl.
Spiralling and circling in the aroused heaving mound, he climbed up thealluring cone. Quivering and warm, the flesh beneath his fingertipstrembled with increasing alacrity as he ascended. Her breathing deepenedand quickened as she readily foresaw the ultimate goal of his climbingtouch.
Jolts of electric excitement volted through her body as he probed thequiescent nipple seated atop the fleshy crest. Lightly, he tapped at thelittle button bringing it to glowing life. His fingers swirled over therubbery nubbin stiffening it to a jutting bud that stood erect and hard.Likewise her breathing was sharp and her chest heaved hard.
Simultaneously, he tweaked at the one nipple possessed by his hand withhis forefinger and thumb, while his mouth unexpectedly leaped from thesoftness of her sensitive, pleasure-arched throat to the opposing nippleperched sleepily on her unattended tit. Her moans came as abrupt,piteous little cries at his sudden oral attack. Her thigh eagerlypressed at his swollen prick and lasciviously rubbed its length.
Using his teeth to nibble, his tongue to lick, and his lips to caress,he had the lifeless bud of flesh aroused stiff and throbbing in recordtime. Moaning uncontrollably under the dual sensations commanding herbreasts, she arched toward him. Responding, his mouth opened andaccepted the ponderous bulk of tit that was offered. At the same time,his hand closed around the opposite mound and squeezed tightly.
Sucking and licking with earnest vigour at one of the titillating orbs,he kneaded the yielding flesh of the other. Over and over his fingersdug into the pliable globe that strained into his encompassing palm.Molding the breast to his wishes, he rolled and tugged and squeezed. Herheated belly rose and pressed against his side, demanding the attentionit so desperately wanted.
In a manoeuver that took her breath away, he pulled his lips away fromher breast with a loud sucking sound and dropped to the sleek plain ofher stomach. Kissing and licking his way over and across the summeryflesh, pausing momentarily to drill into the little, dark well of hernavel, he fanned new waves of quivery trembles in the body under him.
The eagerly exploring fingers and warm palm of his hands relinquishedits dominance of her other breast and slid down the gentle slope of herside. As he had done on their first night together, he stopped uponreaching her thigh. Again he stroked over the quivering flesh until herlegs opened to him in submission to his will.
His tongue drifted and mingled through the silken red down covering hervulva. Her whimpering fevered pants rose to an increased intensity asshe suddenly realized the full intent of his actions. As both his handssoothed over the velvet smoothness of her willingly opened thighs, herown hands entangled their fingers in his hair. Her groans were quiteprofuse.
Flicking his attention-demanding tongue in and out of his mouth, hemoved over the triangular patch of chestnut bushed on her vulva. Hislips wetly kissed and taunted at the trembling skin beneath. If she hadany doubt as to his plans, he wanted them washed away. If she wonderedin the slightest as to his intents, he wanted all doubt blocked out.
But she had no doubts. She only moaned in very eager anticipation of thenew carnal thrills his roving mouth offered.
Every aroused and waiting muscle in her young body jerked rigid as histongue made intimate contact with the moist cleft of her cunt. Herpelvis twitched upward to his lips, inviting him to further oralprobings. She moaned low and loud from the depths of her throat.
But he ignored the tender morsel of woman flesh held before him. Insteadhe continued his pleasure-laden tauntings at the lips of her poutingpussy.
Using only the moist tip of his tongue, he traced his way up and downthe plump outer lips of her labia, never once dipping into the slashthat formed the mouth of her vagina. He thrilled as his fingers, stillrubbing softly on her inner thighs, felt her taut muscles relax under abarrage of tongue flourishes. She was his--completely. Now at thismoment, nothing mattered, nothing but where his mouth would move next.
He moved to the quivering cleft of her cunt. His lips kissed it warmlyas if the thick wanton lips were those of her mouth. Over and over hefirmly kissed up and down the deep slit from top to bottom. The salineflavour of her flowing juices covered his lips and entered his mouth. Hesavoured the slightly musky tasting feminine lubricants. They were farfrom offensive. In fact there was only one way to describe thetaste--womanly.
Unable to remain passive as he persisted in his engrossing oralministrations, her hands pressured his bead toward the yearning holethat screamed for him. Her hips arched up, offering and pleading for hisentrance.
But again, he was not to be rushed. His sole purpose was to give thisdelightful girl every possible pleasure his tongue and mouth couldprovide. He wanted to whip her body with new sensation upon newsensation. He wanted her every nerve begging for his entry.
Once again extending his tonguetip, he ran it up and down the deepcrease of her sex, enjoying the warmth of the thick juices wellingthere. He tickled and teased, trying to open the plump outer cuntallips. When at last they pouted open enough to expose the scalloped foldsof her inner lips, he lapped up and down the pink slash. His hungrytongue worked like a bear's having discovered a hive laden with sweet,thick honey.
Leaving the throbbing inner lips quivering for more, he directed hisattention to the nubbin of pleasure he had purposely ignored until thismoment. Licking his way upward, he found the extended tiny button of herclitoris. Tenderly he twirled the tip of his tongue around thepenis-imitating node of flesh. The actions ignited waves of passion inthe super-sensitive little organ, which in turn, took complete controlof the girl's body. She jerked and writhed. Her lips cried out in desireand lust.
Then and only then, did he stab his tongue into the humid cavern of hervagina. She went wild, bucking and bunching into his face, trying todrill the touch of his plunging oral digit deeper into her belly's heat.In and out he lashed, using his tongue like a miniature cock. He lickedand lapped at her cunt as she abandoned herself to the lightning boltsof passion searing through her body.
He sucked at her, draining the thick fluids from her channel andswallowed them. Then he lunged back into her with his tongue. As shetwisted and writhed, he swirled over the velvet-like folds of her innerchannel. He plunged deeply into the honey cleft trying to attain thedepths first opened by his shaft. An impossible task, but she moaned andgroaned with delight under the attempt.
Abruptly, he withdrew his tongue and allowed it to return its attentionsto the stiff button of her clit. Easily, he slithered a finger into thetunnel vacated by his tongue and continued the in-out motions. Her hipspicked up the increasing rhythm and helped as he finger-fucked her hotand hungry hole.
Moving his head slightly to stay in touch with her frantic, growinghunching, he licked and lapped at the near-bursting clit. Like an oralwhip, he lashed at the button, pounding it with pleasure. Then inanother of his sudden moves, his lips clutched the throbby length ofclit and he sucked and nibbled at it.
She could endure no more! Her sensation-laden body had reached itsoverload limit and she exploded in the multi-coloured universe oforgasm. Groaning and crying out in pleasure, her hand pulled his mouthfrom her clit that would soon be aching from pain and not pleasure if hecontinued his almost torturous licking and sucking.
Completely understanding her near desperation, he withdrew after onelast tender kiss to her cunt. However, with the same understanding ofher need, he increased the thrustings of his finger, pounding it intothe contracting folds of hot pussy.
She now surrendered herself totally to the pleasure of her release.Racing along the red hot nerve endings from her loins to her brain,kaleidoscopic colours flashed and burst with increasing speed until theyblended into white, hot light. She soared higher and higher, flung fromwave to wave of passion. Like a nebula of expanding sensation, the whitelight exploded into a starburst of unknown colours, driving her deeperinto sexual oblivion.
As if under a control of its own, her body thrashed wildly atop thewhite bed she was on. Tremor after tremor racked her pleasure-filledbody. Growing in intensity, tremors gave way to full-fledgedflesh-quakes of complete release. Her cries and groans, directed by thesame frantic climax that held her body, filled the room.
In a loud, wet sucking sound, he pulled his finger from the grippinghole of her passion and rose. His cock was hard and pulsing. Moving tothe foot of the bed, he could easily see the target of his lust betweenthe girl's spread and trembling thighs. Washed by the flow of her ownlubricants, her cuntal lips were wet, pouting, pink and ready. The redmist of fleece covering her sex glistened with the same thick juices.
He reached out and took hold of her small, delicate ankles and eased herto him. She moaned, but didn't seem aware of what was happening.Positioning her perky, pinkly blushed ass on the edge of the oval bed,he glanced once more to her quivering cunt. In inviting fashion, theouter lips of her labia flowered open to him. Within the wet slit, hecould see the scalloped folds of the trembling inner lips of her pussy.The palpitating folds dripped with the honey still flowing from herdepths. Her clit, thick and throbbing, was extended a full inch.
Bending, he clutched the heaving mounds of her breasts for support andhung above her still rapture-lost body. His cock, its head glisteningwith a shiny coat of preseminal fluid, pulsed massive and powerful atthe open mouth of her belly. Seized by animal-like lust, he squeezed thesensitive tits. Tortured white flesh squilched up through his spreadfingers. She groaned, but made no protest.
Without the slightest indication of his intent to the orgasmiccontrolled girl, he slammed his lust-thickened rod into her stillcontracting cunt. He smacked wetly into the trembling folds of her innerlips. The swollen crown of his penis rammed its way between the poutingscallops and sank deep into the juicy interior of her hot body.
She cried out in a half-scream, half-groan as he packed himself into hervagina.
Her eyes flared open and glittered at him under a mist of sensualdelight. She attempted, to speak, but he wrenched out of her slick,oily, well-lubricated channel, stifling the words to a long"Ohhhoooooo!"
He smiled down at her. She smiled back.
Her smooth willing tunnel of passion flowered around his swollenthickness. It clamped tightly and seemed to suck on the hard length ofhis cock, which twitched and jerked in the heated inner lips of herhungry slit. It sucked him back into the moist, tight chamber of herbelly. The velvet-textured walls rippled impetuously, caressing everyinch of his pulsing manhood. Thrilling jolts of pleasure raced throughhis loins. He hung there above her, their bodies meeting only at theircores. He hovered, unmoving and soaking in the liquid warmth of her softinsistence.
He groaned as he pulled himself from the ever-tightening vagina. Itsfolds clung to him trying to retain the entrenched cylinder of his meat.The sensitive skin of his cock stretched as he moved. He wanted tosuddenly swing his hands away from her heaving chest and fall into thewhite cushions of her breasts, crushing them. But he was determined tofinish what he had started. He was fully intent on fucking this sowilling girl while hunched high above her.
With a smile of satisfaction on his lips, he swung his hips inward,shooting his full length into her. Her eyes closed. A muffled moangritted out from behind her pleasure-clenched teeth. Despite herclutching pussy that gripped him in a velvet vise, he eased out andplunged back into the humid tunnel. Her breasts quivered under hisfingers, trembling and shivering.
She arched her hips to him, her yearning pelvis demandingly pressinginto his. The pouted, pink lips of her cunt reached out to swallow him,balls and all. Her muscles squeezed and relaxed in a titillating, exoticrhythm. The delightful movements of her exquisitely tight pussy, blastedexcited currents through his length. The mounting pressure of histesticles grew. He was sure he would have lost his load by now had itnot been for his royal activities last night. As it was, the somewhatdiminished supply of sperm and semen in his aching rocks extended thisengrossing ride in this red-headed beauty's saddle of desire.
He suddenly increased the power of his drives into the sweet, hot holethat held him. The muscles of his calves and thighs were rock hard,cording beneath the skin of his legs. His half-standing position allowedthe extra leverage needed to boost the mighty surges of his cock. Theircrotches slammed together loud and wet, forcing grunts of desire fromtheir lips.
She welcomed the thrusts and begged for more and harder plunges. Heobliged and flung himself into the clingy mouth with such violence itjarred the breath from her lungs. Moany little cries trickled from herthroat continuously. Her hands were on his shoulders. Her fingernailsdug into his skin, raking and clawing like the claws of a panther. Herhead jerked from side to side, while her tongue washed across herslackened lips. Her body writhed and thrashed with urgency. Her pelvisleaped up to each ramrodding plummet of his thick cock.
He drilled and reamed into the flowering folds of her pussy. He drovewith reckless abandon into the juice slippery well of her body. He triedto knock the bottom out of her cunt, but she just opened up newuntouched reaches of her vagina. Grunting and moaning, he plunged andthrust. Like a jackhammer, his penis ravaged her open slit, slaying thepink lips.
She came. Jerking and bucking under him, she came. Her sucking pussycontracted and relaxed, and contracted and relaxed, over and over. Along, low pleasure scream tore from her lips. Her vaginal channel wassuddenly flooded with fresh waves of lubricants.
Then he had his own coming. The sensation that lashed upward from histesticles was fantastic. He knew that the volcanic rush surely containedevery drop of come held in the exploding rocks. But the walls of thesilken tunnel surrounding his length milked at him bringing new spurtsof thick cream jetting from his aching glans.
Still suspended above this marvellous girl, his body jerked with eachspasmodic fountain of sperm and semen. His own cries of fulfilment mixedand mingled with hers in the immense bed chamber. When the last throbhad ebbed from his body and the pleasure ignited by the slightest moveof his cock proved too much for him to bear, he eased his deflatingorgan from the girl and rolled to the side, collapsing in a moaning heapat her side. Drained, physically and emotionally, neither had anyintention of moving for several moments. Gradually, their heavy pantinggave way to the deep breathing of satisfaction.
She edged herself next to him and accepted the pillow of his arm that heoffered.
Snuggling into the warmth of the hollow of his shoulder, she spoke, "Iknow that having given you my life, I have no right to say this,but--Chad, I love you. I love you!"
The words hit him like a driving swing from Thor's hammer, nearlyknocking him for a somersault. He suddenly wondered why he had been sostupid these past weeks. Why he hadn't recognized what was occurring.After all, it happens even to the best of us, he admitted to himself.
"You might find this hard to believe," he said as he pulled her atop himso that he stared into her hazel eyes, "but I love you, my little Elf. Ilove you, one damn-hell-whole-lot-of-a-much!"
He couldn't hold back the happiness that rolled up his throat and jumpedfrom his lips as laughter as she suddenly was all over him with wet andwarm kisses. As he responded, her own merry laughter echoed within thebed chamber.
Chapter 12
Filled with all those warm, marvellously tingling feelings that comewith the recognition of two people in love, their hands caressed andfondled each other as their mouths did the same thing. Although, theyhad sated their lust, they were unable to get enough of the feel of eachother.
Desire fanned higher and higher, while lust was replaced by the newlydiscovered and deeper feelings of love. Playfully and with adoringattention, they touched and felt skin that was far from alien to theirfingers. However, the sensation was new and fresh.
They locked and clutched tightly to each other in warm embraces.Laughing and crying at the same time, they searched each other's bodywith a new found vitality. Their tongues teased and twisted in eachother's mouth, driving into the depths of their throats. Then they werenibbling and biting and kissing at each other's neck and ears.
His hands, as they had the uncontrollable tendency to do, wandered backto her chest and lost themselves in the fantastic feel of her firm,proud breasts. With insistent tenderness, he squeezed and molded theyoung cones. His fingers thrilled the hardened nipples with new waves ofpleasure sensations, heightened by love.
Likewise, her own hands caressed his muscular chest. She tapped andplayfully pinched the small pebbles of his nipples into stiff buttonsthat ached wonderfully with a swirling rush of pain and pleasure.
However, she quickly tired of the tiny nodes and glided her palms overthe rippled musculature of his stomach. She laughed with delight as histaut belly quivered under her exploring touch. At last, she found thetreasure she sought. The rod that she had grown to love and worshipthrough his gentle guidance. Demandingly, her hand clamped around thethick shaft and squeezed. Squeezed until he moaned, load and aroused.Then she abruptly pulled away from him.
"It's my turn," she announced, her almost green eyes flashing with animpish light.
"Your turn?" he grinned up at the enchanting beauty. "Your turn forwhat?"
"For this" she smiled.
In a quick turning movement, she twisted and hung above his crotch,gazing at the swollen pole of flesh jutting from his loins. He watchedwith new thrills swirling in his testicles as she bent toward thethrobbing rod. Her lips puckered and tenderly kissed the fat red crownof his cock. His hips lurched and a throaty desire-moved sigh pushed itsway over his lips.
"I believe you would like to feel my mouth as much as I loved yours,"she teased, once more pressing her virgin lips to the tip of the hardshaft. Her actions brought a similar response from her man. "Yes, I dobelieve I was right."
He smiled at the delightful tease that now offered her mouth to him. Herealized that his recent abandoned tonguing of her cunt had led the wayfor this open offer. An action he was now doubly pleased in doing.
As she slid between his legs, as he had done to get to her pussy withhis tongue, he reached up and doubled a pillow under his neck so that hewould have an unobstructed view of her oral activities.
Grasping the base of his desire-pulsing pole, she pulled it straight upinto the air. She rose to her elbows so that her mouth hovered a merefraction of an inch from his gorged glans. Her eyes rolled to him tomake sure she had his undivided attention, then returned to thefascinating lance of flesh.
With his eyes glued to her, her tongue, pink and moist, curled out frombehind her luscious lips. It lightly brushed over the skin of hissensitive cockhead. He shuddered with pleasure under the feathery flick.When his eyes opened again, he saw the red-headed beauty rolling thefluids she had taken from his cock in her mouth.
Apparently satisfied, she returned for a second sampling. Her tongueflicked out, trapping another crystal drop of preseminal fluid as itwelled from the tiny slit in the head of his shaft. The reddening crownof his rod was left glistening with saliva in the wake of her washingpink tongue.
Glancing up to her moaning partner, she noted the pleasure she wasigniting in him. Her tongue licked and languidly lapped over the thickarrowhead as she watched him watching her. Then her eyes dropped to theshaft that demanded her full attentions. In long full strokes, shelicked up and down the bludgeoning length of his rod. Her oral digitslackened the ponderous pole from its pulsing tip to the dark hairs thatsprouted around its base.
His shudders increased as her soft caresses swirled over his manhood.His body was alive and every ounce of his being was entered on thelavish oral worship she offered his sex. He moaned and quivered as aconstant series of tremors rose from his balls and raced through hisbody.
Up and down and around she worked her engrossing ministrations. His cockwas a flavoured candy stick and she was fully intent to take all theflavour from it she could. There was no first time hesitancy on herpart. She knew that her actions pleased the man under her and that wasall she needed to know. She went about her business as if she had beeneating cock all her life.
Tonguing her way downward, she found the tight sac of balls clingingsecurely to his scrotum. Teasing, she prodded the wrinkled bag of skinwith her tonguetip. She tickled and tenderly taunted the sac, scootingthe kidney-shaped rocks around inside with her flirting touch. Afterendless minutes of this enticing torture, her oral digit darted out andbathed the tight sac, washing it slick with her saliva.
He watched with ball-aching enthusiasm as her head slowly rose frombetween his thighs, bringing with it a return of those thrilling softstrokes up and down his throbbing shaft. He moaned and did his damnedestto keep his eyes open to enjoy the fascinating view that was as sexy ashell!
Again her eyes darted to his face and her mouth stopped its work justlong enough for a pleased smile. Then she returned her tongue to hisprick, making it jerk and twitch as she once more administered herslavering licks. Following the lead he had provided with his own orallove-making to her cunt, she began to nibble along the swollen pole. Shelightly bit at the thick meat as if afraid of hurting it. She mouthedaround its circumference, perfectly content in just holding its virilelife.
As she continued the nibbling, kissing movements to her oral symphony,she slipped a long-fingered, cool hand to his scrotum and gently teasedthere. She encompassed the taut sac, letting her fingers gingerly edgehis balls back and forth within their fleshy confines.
Then she once more hovered over his lust-bludgeoning arrowhead. Her eyeswere mesmerized by the jerking, throbbing dance of his stiff manhood.Her lips puckered and once more she planted a warm kiss on the agitatedglans. As she withdrew, her tongue slicked her lips, washing his juicesinto her mouth. She seemed to smack lightly as the fresh taste of hissex entered her lips.
With no warning of her next action, she dropped to his cock like ahungry tigress determined to devour her prey. Her elastic-like lipsformed a tight portal, then pouted over the fat, knobby head of thefleshy shaft. He groaned as he watched his prick vanish into her mouthand humid sweetness that bathed at least half his length.
As abruptly as she had swallowed him up, she released her hold on hisprick and pulled up. She coughed and looked at him, her face blushingwith embarrassment. While she had the desire of a lifetime cocksucker,she lacked the experience. He smiled understandingly. After all, thiswas her maiden attempt.
"Breathe through your nose," he directed her in a loving tone. "It willhelp stop the gagging."
Following his instruction, she fell to her task, this time taking himuntil his glans nudged the back of her throat. Her cheeks filled withhim. She pulled up and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked up the stiffwarm tube of male meat. As she crested the hard cylinder, her tonguewhipped over the super-sensitive head and she sucked with all her might.She swirled, lashed and whipped the friction agitated glans.
He squirmed and moaned. His hands reached down and tenderly caressed herface. His fingers found her mouth firmly attached to his prick andtraced the tight ring of her puckered lips.
He watched as her lips began to inch their way down the swollen rod ofhis sex. Licking as best she could with the ponderous mass of cockcramming into her mouth, she glided toward his hilt. Her now controlledbreaths moved warmly through the forest of his pubic hairs. The thickhead nudged the back of her mouth once again, then she let it slide downher throat, as if attempting to swallow him. Amazed at her ability, hestared as he disappeared into the warm shelter of her mouth. Her headbobbed and her cheeks strained outward as she took all of thebludgeoning burden. He moaned as he felt her mouth twitch around him.She swallowed, saving herself from drowning in a mixture of her ownsaliva and his juices.
Entirely entrenched in her face, he rotated his pelvis, letting his cockflop and jump and jerk. Her tongue in loving strokes, washed around theturgid rod. She sucked and licked as best she could.
She eased off the pole, allowing him to view its glistening length. Thenshe glided back down the rod. Then she came off again. Then down. Overand over, he watched himself disappear into her hungry mouth. He writhedas she bathed and soaked his organ in oral delight.
Her mouth imitated the natural rhythm of her cunt. She sucked andgobbled at the thick slab of meat she now worshipped. Her tongue swirledand licked. Over and down, around and up she licked.
Licking and sucking and licking some more, she moved her head up anddown. The solid length of cock slid in and out of her lips. Her tonguelashed and swirled. Faster and faster, she ate at his sex as if she hadbeen doing it all her life. She sucked and ate and licked.
While he would have loved to have blasted forth in that willing mouth,drenching her tonsils with his come, he realized that her willingnesswas all that mattered now. The rest would be acquired sooner orlater--although from the way she intently gobbled at his prick he feltit would be sooner. But right now there was no need in ruining a goodthing that promised to get better. He would not force her to take thecream of his loins tonight. But another night, when she was moreaccustomed to his cock in her mouth, that would be another story. Butnow that was too much and too soon.
Gently reaching down, he pulled her lips from his impaling rod. Beforeshe could offer a word of protest, his arms slipped under her armpitsand he tugged her to him. Straddling his crotch and feeling the wet poleof sex throbbing against her equally wet cunt was all the explanation ofhis actions that she needed.
Lifting slightly on her knees that were doubled under her, she grabbed ahearty hold on his manliness and popped it into the open mouth of herpussy. Gingerly, she lowered herself on the swollen column, letting itfill her wanton channel. Slowly, she moved up and down on the pole shesat on, getting the feel of this new approach to their love-making. Shequivered as she felt the knobby head of his shaft open into new depthsof her vagina. She shivered as his cock strained and moved along a pathit had never taken before. The sensations were familiar, but new and farfrom unpleasant.
Using the leverage of her doubled legs, she pushed up and down, ridingthe thick rail with increasing speed. Her hands reached out and firmlyplanted themselves on his heaving chest for support. Her breasts,glistening with perspiration, bounced and juggled and swayed in atantalizing dance of desire from her chest. The pink, erect cherriesprotruding from the tips of the proud cones traced invisible figureeights and circles in the air as they jerked around wildly.
On his back, he smiled up at this girl who was such a willing student inthe carnal arts. She was free and open in all her actions. She gave andaccepted the way nature had designed the human body to do. There were noblocks of false morality to be found within her.
As she rode his crotch and the swollen length of cock solidly impaled inher loins, he slipped a hand between them. A probing fingertip found thethrobby button of her clit. She squealed with pleasure as his fingerfound the sensitive target it sought.
Rolling and massaging the fleshy button, he whipped the girl's passionto a fever pitch to match the urgency that rose in his balls.
As she entered the first orgasmic contractions of her release, and cametumbling down to his chest, his testicles exploded with their ownrelease. A seemingly impossible ocean of sperm and come forced its wayup the thin tube in the centre of his cock. Outward the thick gallons ofcream splashed into the heated cavern of trembling flesh.
He groaned as he gratefully emptied his balls into this open woman ofKeller. He thrashed as the steamy juices of love boiled from his prickand flowed into the contracting folds of her vagina. He moaned as waveafter new wave of pleasure racked his body. He quaked as spurt afterspurt seared its way through his cock.
For moments that seemed like days he drained himself into the chalice ofdesire that lay atop him, lost in her own rapture. They clung togetheras they glided down to earth on the sweet winds of passion. Warmly andtenderly their mouths kissed and conveyed all the "thank yous" that wereneeded and then some.
Somewhere as they held each other very, very close the relaxing veils ofsleep clouded his eyes ...
... until he was awakened by the brush of teasing lips against his ear.His eyelids pushed their way open. Sunlight flooded the room through thesheer draperies that lined the room.
"It's morning," she whispered, as her lips lightly glided on his cheek,eventually possessing his lips in a long and stirring "good morning"kiss.
"That's one hell of a nice way to wake up," he smiled when they parted."Think I'll fall back asleep so you can wake me again."
She laughed and her lips fell to his again. Her tongue flicked andtwisted into his mouth, doing all sorts of warm thrilling little things.When their lips pulled apart this time, both of them panted.
"Do I detect a hint that you would like to continue with last night'sgreetings?" he smiled, his fingers tenderly tracing the womanly featuresof her face.
"No," she smiled. "Last night is gone. There's nothing we can do aboutit. However, the morning is new and I believe it should be celebrated."
"Why you shamefully horny wench" he answered in mock-shock. His palmslapped sharply over the perky slopes of her buttocks.
She retaliated immediately, digging her finger into his ribs andtickling. "It's your fault, milord! You took my innocence and made mewhat I am today ... "
"... a man-hungry bitch whose desires will never be sated," he laughed,squirming away from her fingers. His hand jumped between her legs andsqueezed the plump mound of her sex. It was already moist. "I've createda Frankenstein's monster!"
"I know not who this Frankenstein is," she twisted from his grip afterlingering for a moment, "but if you find me a monster, then there is nocelebrating this morning!"
"You delightful bitch," he grinned at her feigned anger, then attackedher exposed neck with a series of teasing nibbles and kisses.
Her arms were at his chest pushing him away as she struggled, not toodesperately, to get away from his advances. His hands clasped herwrists, then pinned her arms to the bed as if she were being tiedspread-eagle. His mouth moved upward and completely devoured her earwith loving caresses.
"Ohhhooo," she moaned momentarily forgetting her playful fight, then shejerked away. "No, I will not submit to the desires of a vicious rapist!"
He raised above the pinioned red-headed tease, smiling in a lustfulleer. She had named the game. And he intended to give it to her! Rightwhere she wanted it!
"You little dick-teasing, bitch, I've watched you strutting around forweeks, flashing that wiggling ass and juggling those bouncing young titsaround for all to see," he sneered taking the role she had suggested. Hesmiled as she squirmed with excitement and gooseflesh rippled over hertrapped body. "Now I intend to fuck the hell out of that hot cunt ofyours!"
"NOOOOOOO!" she pleaded, in a voice that beckoned him to fulfill hispromises. "NOOOOOOO!"
"YESSSSS," he hissed lewdly.
Wiggling her body between her not too tightly clamped legs, hisbludgeoning rod twitched at the moist fur of her oh-so-willing pussy.Quivery little shivers shot through her body at the intimate contact oftheir sexes. She squirmed and thrashed as if trying to find release fromhis grip, but her body never moved from the touch of his throbbingcockhead.
"Go on and fight, bitch," he mocked. "I like "em to fight. It makes itall the sweeter for my cock."
"Bastard," she cried out in fake outrage. "My father will have your headfor this."
"Ha!" he leered back. "Your father sent you with me so I could get yourhead!"
"Oh!" she grunted with indignation. His hips lurched forward slitheringhis bulky prick into the humid cavern of her loins. Her feigned woundedpride turned to a pleased moan of "Oooohhhoooo!"
"That's it, bitch," he grunted, trying not to let the marvellous liquidwarmth surrounding his shaft melt the role of rapist. "Take it and loveit!"
She squirmed and wiggled her pinned body. This time the action came notin mock-protest but in pure abandoned, wanton sensual desire. Desire forhim. It was going to be one hell of a task to be a rapist to such awilling victim, he admitted to himself. But he intended to give it hisbest before he had to give in to the love that filled his being.
Still holding her arms spread out to her side, he wrenched his cock outfrom the heated, enfolding burrow of her manhole. Her legs immediatelywrapped around his as if she thought he was going to leave hercompletely. She moaned and her pelvis jumped up in an attempt torecapture him.
But all he needed was room to drop his head to the coral blushed budstopping her breasts. Sucking, licking, and nibbling, he sampled, thenate at the first fattening button until it was stiff and erect. In turn,he moved his head to the opposing cherry of flesh and repeated histaunting oral maneuvers until it stood as hard as its twin.
"This--isn't--fair ... " she panted as he excited thrilling waves ofpleasure in the sensitive crests of her tits. Her hands struggled to befree of his grip and roam his body.
"There's nothing fair about rape, my lovely bitch." He snapped, then histeeth clamped firmly over one of the rubbery buttons.
Her eyes fluttered with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Butshe gave no indication the sensation was uncomfortable. Instead shemoaned and squirmed under the body holding hers beneath its weight.
Tenderly, his tongue darted out to the throbbing, now red, nipple andlicked. He washed and soothed the fleshy tit-tip with loving oralcaresses. Then he pulled his mouth away and once more stretched out onhis bed of womanflesh. In sensual languor, she writhed under his bulk.The satin-covered pillows of her breasts balled against his chest as sherolled them. Their tiny stiff nipples poked at his flesh.
His hips plunged down, ramming his hard prodder toward her cervix hiddenin the warm recesses of her vagina. She groaned and threw her pelvis upto embrace the meaty impact of his thrust. She squirmed and rotated herhips, washing his length in the enfolding channel of her belly.
He jerked free again, leaving only the swollen crown of his cockthrobbing in the quivering lips of her labia. Grunting, he shafted backinto the thick fluids of her flooded furrow. Over and over he repeatedhis near violent, deep-grinding strokes. Her body leaped to greet eachlunge, squirming in a motion that rubbed her excited clit into hispelvis.
For endless minutes he ramrodded himself home into her open quick. Heravished her cunt with jackhammer-like lunges that set his ballsslapping wetly at the exposed curves of her buttocks. He bucked andhunched into her like a man gone wild with lust. He poled and drilledand speared and lanced into her sucking cunt. He reamed and rodded intoher, whipping her body into a frantic frenzy of desire.
Somewhere amid the rising passion that consumed them both, he releasedher arms. Without hesitation, she wrapped him in a clutching embrace.Her fingernails dug into his back, raking long swollen red welts.
Abruptly, he stopped the maddening pace of his fucking cock. He pulledfree of her throbbing tunnel of desire, so once more his gorged glanswas held in the pouted lips of her cunt. In short teasing strokes hepumped rapidly into her fiery hole, never letting his cock drive deeperthan just inside the scalloped folds of her inner lips. She moaned andwrithed beneath the taunting torture of his new method of attack. Nomatter how she tried, bucking and hunching, he would not let her suckhim back into the humid mouth of her belly.
His own hands wedged themselves between the springy cushion of their bedand her perky ass. Raising her bottom slightly to increase his angle ofentry, he once more slid into her juice-filled pussy. But this timethere was no roughness. He slithered as slowly as possible, spreadingthe softness of her hole as he went. As their crotches met once again,not in fleshy thuds, but with tender insistence. He eased back,withdrawing with the same deliberate languor.
She made no attempt to fight his latest manoeuver of sexual delight.Instead she lay back in complete submission to his will. Her whole beingentered on the thick, swollen column of manhood that slowly packed andre-packed her cunt. She groaned and sighed as she felt every throbbinginch of his pole part the tight confines of her body until she wasfilled with hot pulsing cock. Her hands roved his back soothing thewelts she had made but seconds ago.
His own hands were far from idle. Kneading and fondling the firmdemi-globes he held, he tickled and wiggled a finger into the humid darkcrease. Probing and searching he found the puckered anal ring. Startledby his newest of explorations of her body, he felt the tight mouth drawtaut beneath his tapping digit. The squeezing circle of muscle poutedsmall smooth fleshy nodes.
As he kept up his slow poling of her liquid cunt, his finger lightlytraced around the closed portal to her bowels. Soothing and assuringher, he played over the brown hole until she, at last, relaxed to accepthis touch. The inquiring tip of his finger moved to the centre of thesmall ring and teased at the dark centre. Her body trembled withthrilled quivers brought by his digital suggestion. She relaxed further,inviting his entrance.
He did not hesitate to accept the offering. Gently, so as not to havethe tight muscles clamp shut once again and deny him, he eased into herass hole. Sliding as deep as the confined position would allow, bothcock and finger remained motionless to let her accustom her body to itsnewest invader. He felt the quivering walls of her anal channel goalmost flaccid as she accepted him.
Then he began to skewer his fiery shaft back into her clinging slit.With the same reckless abandon he had first begun in mock-rape, hereamed the flowering folds of her pussy. From behind, his ass-entrenchedfinger wiggled and twisted as best it could as her body tensed withpleasure under the renewed attack.
Within five of the jackhammer lunges, her body responded to meet hisrhythm. She bucked up to grab and suck his pulsing rod into the liquidwarmth of her fiery core. The walls of her vaginal tunnel squeezed himwith velvet-covered muscles of steel. In loving passionate caresses shemilked his length, setting his balls afire with the same desire thatinflamed his prick
When he jerked outward, she squeezed tighter so the wet, pink lips ofher pussy mouth formed a straining ring of muscle that clung and held tohis length. Then she relaxed and dropped back to the bed to await hisnext drilling entry.
However, her willing accommodation of his cock produced just theopposite effect for the finger fucking at her ass hole. When she leapedup to swallow his gorged shaft with her cunt, she slipped off theprobing digit. And when she pulled away from his prick, she impaledherself on his finger.
Doubly entered and doubly fucked, she bucked and writhed, moaning as theblasts of carnal pleasure shot through her submissive body. Shesquealed, moaned, whimpered, cried, groaned, grunted and pleaded withpleasure. She twisted and trembled and quivered with the duel invasionof her body.
At last she shuddered violently as he whipped her to new heights oforgasmic beauty. Her whole body existed only for the pleasure hebrought. Her whole being expanded and contracted in a universe gone wildwith ecstasy. She was torn from reality and thrown to the winds ofpleasure. Wholly and totally she gave herself to the commandingsensations and sailed the multi-coloured sides of rapture.
With perfect timing, he matched her coming. His testicles unleashed awrithing, twisting geyser of sperm and semen. Up and up, it steamed itsway through his already burning cock. Higher and higher, it rushed untilit seared over the agitated head of his shaft exploding outward into hercontracting, squeezing hole.
Jet after spewing jet fountained from his jerking cock. A tidal wave ofthick white cream spurted and shot into her caressing cunt. Even afterhe had completely drained his balls of every last drop of come, theprodigious spasms of release jolted his body over and over.
As his proud hard cock deflated to a limp rubbery hose and slitheredfrom her come-dripping cunt, he rolled to his side and cuddled her stilltrembling body to him. As they held each other, afraid to disturb theintensity of the sensations and emotions they had created and fannedwith love, the sun grew higher in the sky, flooding more light intotheir palace room.
"Thank you, my baron," she finally whispered. "It was good."
"Very good," he answered. "Very good."
She was silent for a moment as if puzzling over a problem in her mind."I think," she commented, "that I would like to have you where yourfinger was. Do you think we could try it sometime?"
Grinning, he leaned to her and kissed her lips. "I think that also wouldhe very good."
"Good!" she exclaimed. "When do we begin?"
He laughed with delight at her eagerness for another lesson in thepleasures of the flesh, but waved her off, "Hold on, woman! At themoment I'm fucked dry. I don't think I could get it up no matter what!Give me a little time to regain my strength. In case I haven't mentionedit, you're one hell of a woman in bed!"
Smiling, she planted a wet, warm kiss on his lips to show her pleasureat his compliment. Then her eyes probed his with wondering innocence."Do you think if I used my mouth and hands I could wake it again?"
"Judging from past experience," he smiled, "I'd say such measures wouldshorten the needed time by about half."
Her hazel eyes sparkling with impish delight, she began to run a coolhand down his stomach toward his sleeping cock. Her tongue flicked overher luscious lips, leaving a glistening trail of inviting wetness.
Just about then, a loud ringing knock came from the door to their bedchamber. Disengaging her searching arms, he kissed her lightly, thenslid from the bed. He paused on his journey to the door just long enoughto pull on his pants.
He cracked the wooden portal open just enough to peek out. Jan, dressedin the full royal regalia of Lindakarian stood outside, a knowing smileon her face.
Chapter 13
"Well, well," his ex-copilot chuckled as she stepped into the expansivebedroom, her eyes glancing to Elf still naked on the oval bed. "It seemsthat the royalty of Keller has acquired a definite taste for ChadwickPonkert the Third."
"It's good to see that Hortians still practice the old tradition ofallowing their heroes their pleasures after saving a fair damsel fromdanger," Rololf grinned as he pushed his way into the room after hisqueen. Likewise, his eyes darted to Elf, who did her best to scurryunder the covers.
Doing his best not to be put off by the sudden intrusion, but admittingthe bed chamber had transformed into Grand Central Station, he greetedhis hosts, "To what do we owe this royal visit?"
"Don't worry," Rololf smiled, his eyes still lingering on the huddledand covered Elf. "We'll be off in a moment."
"But we thought you two could use a breakfast break," Jan took up,waving in two servants who entered with silver trays.
"While I have heard tales of your sexual prowess," Rololf commented,"even the best of men need food to keep up their strength."
Ponkert glanced at his former co-pilot realizing when she said she hadtold the Lindakarian king everything, she had meant just that.
"Perhaps someday I will be offered the same hospitality that my queenset for you at your arrival at the palace," Rololf mused, his eyesdarting back to Elf.
Ponkert noticed a pleased smile on the head that peeked out above thecovers. I have created a Frankenstein's monster, he mentally grinned.
"Also my very persuasive queen has convinced me of the need of financialsupport for your peace mission back to Hort," Rololf continued, wavinganother servant into the room, who carried a small chest. "An amplesupply of silver and gold pieces to see you through."
"For at least six years, rather than six months." Jan added, opening thechest for his view. Small gold and silver disks heaped the chest tooverflowing.
"Now, we'll be going," he urged the servants out of the room. "May thegods of Ulfblom smile on you and your efforts with the treaty, BaronPonkert."
The Earthman watched the two leave. Then Rololf stuck his head back intothe room, catching Elf lowering the covers from her body. He glanced atPonkert. "Really should have thought of a peace treaty years ago."
Then the Lindakarian ruler ducked out, closing the door behind him.
Somewhat astonished, Ponkert turned to the wealth Jan had managed toplace before him as inducement to divert him from opening a mattertransmission link with Earth. He smiled. There was enough here for himto start his own empire, Kellerian style.
The idea intrigued him. Why should he want to share the beauty of thiswild and wonderful planet with the teeming and destructive billions onEarth? What else did he need that he couldn't find on Keller?
He rolled the vision of Ponkert the King over in his mind. Of course,there were some minor changes and advances in technology he would liketo slip into the Kellerian life style. Not that many, or too quickly, toproduce some type of cultural shock but a few over a period of years.
Perhaps a kingdom in the south. If he could manage Tomar's and Rololf'said, there was always a certain black knight by the name of Yngvi whodeserved to be unseated. He was also sure he could find a couple ofwilling bodies to man, or woman, his scullery.
"Hell, I don't need the others," he thought out loud. "I can do itmyself!"
"Do what yourself!" Elf piped up from the bed.
He glanced up and let his eyes travel the soft curves she had uncovered.The lovely red-headed princess was stretched on her stomach with one ofher long supple legs bent backwards toward her perky ass, as if inreminder of her earlier suggestion.
Yes, he decided to himself, it'll take time. But that's one thing I'vegot plenty of.
"Just thinking of the future." he answered her. "Nothing to bother withnow."
He unclasped his pants and let them slip to the floor. His eyes sweptover the breakfast trays. Finding the item he sought, his hand picked upa small bowl. After all, if Elf's enticing ass proved to be as tight asher vagina, he needed every bit of the butter he carried to gain hisentry.
The End