'Let's just say I like what I've found here and I don't want it changed. This place grows on you. Given six months, you just might become a Kellerian. It's a gamble I'm going to take.'
For several minutes Ponkert pondered the request in his mind. All in all, he didn't find the prospect of six extra months on Keller all that unpleasant.
'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 well remembered from their numerous star voyages together. She stirred restlessly on the couch beside him.
'Rololf has been on his hunting trip for five days and nights,' she began again. 'He also left me to take care of state business during the day. At night, in this big bed chamber, I am alone-master.'
The second part of her price hit him like an unexpected bombshell. There was no doubt as to what she had in mind. She wanted the same games they used to play aboard the Werewolf to while away the endless hours in spaceflight.
'Jan,' he questioned, almost unbelievingly, 'I've been nearly three weeks 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 woman now and a cuckolded husband, especially a royal one, is nothing a sane man wants to contend with.'
She laughed, her dark eyes shining as bright as the light on her strands of black hair, 'Chadwick Ponkert the Third, I dare you to accuse a queen of cheating on her husband. Wouldn't be cheating. After all, I did know you 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 one ready-and-willing man. He answered by gathering her in his arms and attempting 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 the bitch you always were.'
Her eyes widened with anticipation and she trembled.
'Strip, bitch!' he ordered, snapping like a feudal ruler in a world of real feudal lords.
Immediately, she responded by standing and pulling the white folds of her robe over her head. He felt his testicles tighten with the familiar view of her very desirable body. The globes of her breasts shivered with submissive excitement. Quickly shedding his own clothes, he was fully prepared to begin to pay the second part of Jan's price.
Then she came to him, bouncing and swinging a lot of tit. Her hands attacked his cock, causing it to grow to a firm mast of flesh that pulsed with life. He groaned as a sudden vise-like grip squeezed his meaty shaft until every inch throbbed hot with pain-pleasure.
'It remembers little Jan,' she teased, knowing damn well that he could never resist this sexually hungry woman.
She shivered and jerked a clenched fist up and down his extended hard rod. Her hand raced up and down, from the strained looking gorged glans to the hairy clump at the base of his cock. Simultaneously, her other hand tucked beneath his legs and tickled its way over his tightening scrotum, eventually finding his dangling, ball-filled sac. He groaned again as she cupped the tender bag and toyed with it. His testicles were moving around uneasily, but the sensation was building up pressure and his buttocks were drawing taut.
His own hands were engrossed in the jugs of enticing flesh that swayed on her chest. She grunted as he dug into their softness and molded them to the contours of his hands with a healthy squeeze. Her hand was moving with increasing energy over and around his thick cock. He kneaded and tugged her breasts as if they were mounds of creamy white dough rather than sensitive flesh. He tugged and tickled. She moaned a deep-throated desirous groan. He pulled and swung them. Her nipples fattened to dark taut mushrooms. His fingers found and fondled the erect buds. Then he pinched and rolled the hard flesh between his scissoring fingertips. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but she shivered and pulled at his pulsing organ. Reaching under the slightly pendulous tits, he pushed upward until the almost flaccid flesh slipped off his palms and slapped back at her chest. His manual administrations caused them to glow with a pink warmth.
'Now, my royal whore,' he commanded. 'Let's see if you remember how to give head. Eat it!'
In slavish submissiveness, she eased away from his fondling hands and dropped to her knees. Without any preliminary licking or nibbling, she opened 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 watched her pouted lips inch forward over his length, working their way to the hilt of his penis. Tightening his ass, he eased forward into the damp, oral sheath, helping her with the task she had set about. Standing above the kneeling woman, he watched himself disappear into her face. His hands caressed her cheeks. The bludgeoning column stuffed her mouth, jerking and jumping. He delighted, as he felt his movements beneath her eager 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 his shaft. She slithered her oral digit around the thickness of his dick until he felt like a stick of dynamite.
Then he moved his pelvis back. His eyes followed the glistening length of his manliness emerge from her clinging lips. She sucked and licked, swallowing the drops of preseminal fluid that welled with crystal wetness from his lust-swollen glans. Without hesitating, he eased himself back into the tender harbor of her mouth. He wanted very much to fling his hips forward and rape those exquisitely working lips, but he didn't. He just glided into the sweet, caressing warmth. He was in control of the situation and knew it. Over and over he pumped in and out of the hungry orifice.
As she sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand slipped from his balls and wiggled its way up the dark crease of his ass. She found the puckered anal mouth and teased over its hardened nodes. When the tense opening relaxed, she drilled into his ass hole, burying her finger in his bowels. He grunted and jerked forward. His cock crammed roughly into her mouth. Its blood-gorged head banged into the back of her throat.
She groaned, but continued her oral ministrations without the smallest interruption. Her finger wiggled and tickled in the pressure-tight entrance of his ass. She felt hot and big in him. She twirled and plunged into the tender channel, imitating a penis with her finger. She was fucking him, while he fucked her face.
The thrilling sensations that filled him were indescribable. He groaned and shuddered with each invasion into his burning anus. He moaned and trembled as her lips and tongue swirled and sucked over the stiff length of his cock. His knees were fast turning to liquid. The pressure in his swelling balls was increasing to the breaking point. In her finger jabbed, raspy, and fiery, and in his prick rushed, burrowing into the warmth of her mouth.
With one last sharp stab into his ass hole, she slid her finger from him, then pulled her clutching lips off his prod. She twisted around and stuck two sleek, broad ass cheeks up for his inspection. They were the same creamy white as the rest of her body. And like her juggling tits, they quivered with the slightest movement of her body. Following the dark furrow of her ass downward, he saw the moist pink lips of her cunt glint up at him through the thick black bush covering her pussy.
'Take me from behind,' she panted in a fully aroused voice. 'Mount me like a stud mounts a mare!'
'No! Like a dog takes a bitch,' he answered, grinning as her bottom trembled.
He lowered himself behind the small woman, his hands grabbing the shivery ass cheeks. His fingers pressed hard into the white vulnerable flesh, squeezing them to a pleasure tortured white. She whimpered with delight and thrust her bottom toward him. His hands tightened, sending thrilled waves of gooseflesh up and down the smooth sleekness of her slightly arched back.
Reluctantly relinquishing his hold on her tempting buttocks, he ran one hand down between her thighs, which voluntarily spread for his touch. It took no expert to find the wet mound of cunt that quivered with excitement. He popped a finger into the oily, moist slit. She was hot and wet and ready.
The gripping elastic folds of her cunt sucked at his finger as he pulled it free from the lubricant-flooded channel. Grabbing the full, hard, throbbing length of his cock, he pushed down and thrust forward, packing himself into the flowering lips vacated by his finger.
A shuddering tremor quaked through her kneeling body as he drove into her juicy interior, drilling the ponderous mass of his prick to the hilt. Almost in reflex action, she bucked back, colliding against his crotch with a fleshy plop.
'Hard… ' she grunted. 'Soooo, wonderfully hard!'
