tongue licked over the tepid skin it found. Eventually, the king's mouth worked its way out of the pleasurable valley and nibbled up the sleek contour of her opposite tit. Within a few moments there was no doubt 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 lustily down at her desire-veiled eyes. His fingers teasingly tweaked at her desire-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 his intention.
Ponkert, who watched from the sidelines, wondered if Tomar's chestnut-haired beauty shared the same tit sensitivity as Jocelyn. One thing that was certain, the Hortian king was going to find out!
Without hesitating further, Tomar pushed himself up and straddled the wanton woman who stretched out atop one of the white pillows. Locking her trembling body between his powerful legs, he seated himself just below 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 flatten them. In reaction, the girl writhed and groaned.
Next his hands forced the super-sized mounds together. He worked and played 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 and sculpted the pliable flesh as if it were living putty. Eventually, and with the help of the girl's own hands that had joined his, the reddish-brown-tipped mountains were pressed tightly together, awaiting the promised tit fucking they both wanted.
Moving his hands to either side of the girl's head, the enormous man hung above his partner. His hips eased forward until the thick tip of his manhood nudged at the tight crease between the tremendous tits.
Then in one powerful, surging thrust, he invaded, plowing a small tunnel of pleasure through the tightly held pillows of flesh. Grunting and groaning, he forced his way between the two breasts and the red crown of his prick emerged on the far side. Man and woman, king and pleasure girl, moaned under the blasts of desire that raced through their bodies.
The tight confines of her breasts closed in, hot and pulsing, around his swollen cock. The girl began kneading and shoving her tits closer together. The constriction increased and he felt the soft flesh clamp down 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, then pistoned forward for another trip through the lust-igniting tunnel. The friction of cock against breast incited a fresh chorus of moans and groans from the both of them.
Without warning, he stepped up the frequency of his thrusts. His desire-thickened shaft battered at the girl's breasts harder and harder.
Within a few short seconds her breathing came in a volley of short desperate gasps. In spite of his tremendous weight, she bowed her back and lifted her tits upward in an attempt to more fully encompass the captive shaft of his sex.
Again and again, he slammed home until her hyper-sensitive tits drove her over the threshold of endurance into the twisting, writhing throes of ecstasy. Her piteous cries of pleasure filled the room. But rather than ceasing his attack, the wanton release of his partner only drove the king on. He surged in and out of the now hot and sweat-lubricated channel between her breasts. Over and over he drilled his fleshy tool until she wailed in a high- pitched voice announcing that she had once more been whipped into orgasm.
When at last her eyes fluttered open from her second release, she smiled up at the man still pumping his swollen, angry-looking cock between her tits. Amazed, she saw he had yet to reach his own release.
Craning her neck, she watched as the fiery piston of pleasure drove in and out of the tight-pressed tunnel. Suddenly, her lips parted and her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly over the lust-gorged glans of the shaft. 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 thick crown, trying to enter the tiny pinprick bole at the centre of the bludgeoning arrowhead.
With such an inviting target at the end of each stroke through the caressing tunnel of tit, he increased the speed of his rhythm. Pounding, he drove forward, then wrenched back. He slid through her breasts and plunged into the open entrance to her mouth.
She sucked and licked at him, lavishing a flourish of oral caresses each time his cock presented itself to her lips. Her excited breathing caused the gap between her super jugs to open and close as her chest heaved. As she exhaled, the path closed and he drove forward with such force that his balls slammed into the milk white slopes. The turgid head of his cock 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 padded channel.
Although her combination of oral and breast caresses were directed at bringing her royal lover to a climax, the virile feel of his hard length ramming between her tits and his bulbous organ throbbing alive in her mouth ignited another orgasm in her already pleasure wracked body. White hot lances of delight seared through the open nerve endings of her being as 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. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he lanced his way through the friction-heated path. His groans and moans grew to bull-like roars as the hard knot of his desire forced its way through the pulsing length of his manhood.
His bestial grunts brought the girl quickly back from the oblivion of her ecstasy. Again her eyes opened and her neck strained up to allow her mouth to possess the ramrodding piston of lust.
Her actions came just in time. The first spurts of his coming blasted forth from the slit in the end of his cock as her lips touched the exploding glans. Simultaneously, her hands released the hold she held on her breasts. The movement allowed him to slide fully into the welcoming shelter of her mouth to unleash the pent up load he carried in his balls.
The girl's lips clamped tightly around the thick circumference of his shaft as she accepted him. She sucked and ate at the meaty stalk of sex as the man above her lurched and trembled with pleasure.
Working double-time to keep from drowning in the ocean of semen and sperm, he gratefully blasted into her mouth. She swallowed, carrying the thick cream to her belly. Her head bobbed and her throat twitched as she strove to drink every heated drop of his come. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his burning jism, and then sucked hard at his swollen organ as if begging for more.
Finally, the king's release-weakened arms gave way and he twisted to stop from collapsing on the willing girl beneath him. The sudden action wrenched his detumescent cock from her mouth and a trail of semen dribbled down her chin. Through pleasure-laden eyes, he watched as her pink tongue curled out and artfully corralled the wayward droplets.
Capturing the white pearls of come, her tongue returned to her mouth and she once more swallowed. A very contented smile crossed her face.
Weakly, the ruler raised himself to his elbows after regaining a portion of his strength. He grinned at Ponkert who sat with Mara watching the whole sexual feat.
'Tis a shame you would not bet. I'd have a handsome purse of silver now,' Tomar chuckled. 'I counted no less than nine orgasms from her.
Possibly ten!'
'Ten?' the fully-sated Leda questioned at his side. 'Ten, milord? There were only four. Possibly five, but… '
Grunting, the brawny Tomar rolled the girl over and swatted the plump ass he had upturned, 'By the gods of Ulfblom! Am I to stay here all night and argue with you, wench? You were too busy, to count! Must I bring you ten more times so you'll know what it's like?'
The girl twisted her head and smiled coyly from beneath the auburn locks of her hair. 'Would you, milord?'
Snorting in disgust, his palm applied another stinging swat to her ass cheeks. 'Enough, I said!'
