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The fog rapidly cleared to reveal Roger, not in a basement storefront back room or even standing street side in a hazy, late afternoon, but outdoors on a bright, sunny day. He was kneeling on a grassy plain amongst low, lazy rolling hills. Immediately to his left was a massive boulder, easily ten feet high and three times that in width. To every other direction lay nothing but green. A cool breeze, not too brisk, not too cool, came from the East while the sun, not too glaring nor too warm, flooded everywhere.
Roger stood, looking down at his clothes. They looked like something out of "Robin Hood": A pair of light brown pants, merely tied about his waist via a leather rope, topped a pair of soft, comfortable moccasins. His pants had no zipper, or any other means of closing. His shirt, a pull over with a string to tie the neck, had baggy arms, but fit his trunk snugly. It was an earthy, light green.
He took a step, feeling his body move. He felt great! His muscles felt powerful, like he could run all day! Absolutely no thirst or hunger. He had never felt so content, so good, so healthy.
But, something was...not the same. Something else about him was different...seriously different. But he couldn't quite place it...
Then he heard the whinny of a horse. It appeared to be coming from the other side of the boulder.
Feeling all too healthy, powerful, masculinely confident, he briskly walked around the boulder. He first saw a tall, powerful steed, dark brown with a white nose. It was nearly as tall as a Clydesdale.
It also had a cock hanging like a semi-erect elephant's trunk halfway to the ground!
Another step, gawking momentarily at the horse's display, and he abruptly saw the horse's owner.
It must be an elf, Roger thought, absentmindedly continuing to stride towards her. As he strode he couldn't help but feel a strong, blatantly and aggressively sexual, attraction towards the lush little thing, even as unknown as she was.
She was indeed petite, barely four and a half foot tall. Bright yellow-blond hair, made up in perfect wavy curls as if she had just came from hours at the beauty salon, topped her head and draped gracefully over her shoulders and down her back nearly to the top of lush, jutting, round buns. Her face was disarmingly beautiful with big, almond shaped blue eyes, small, pointed nose, full, wine red lips.
The only component that stood out disproportionately in their size was her ears. Those ears, nearly thrice too large, came to long, dramatic points on top.
Even so, they seemed...right, beautifully right, on such a eye-appealing alien female.
She wore a leather colored tunic, nearly transparent, that barely crossed over her jutting breasts. The well over a handful sized boobs, firmly conical and full, would have been impressive on even a human sized female. Just below the projecting tits her tunic was tied together with leather thongs. Below that the tunic was open down the front to her hips, revealing a waist constricted to a ridiculously tight, for an adult human, degree.
Roger thought he could reach around that waist with his two hands.
Her navel (Why do Elves have navels?) was a dark, oval singular blemish on an otherwise smoothly flat belly. His balls tingled looking at her belly begin to swell as it reached her hips.
Then her hips, swathed in her skin tight buckskins, flared dramatically. Her long, for her height, legs, of course perfectly formed, were not too skinny, not too muscular. Her baggy pant bottoms were tucked into buckskin brown, mid calf high soft leather boots.
Roger noticed that all of her exposed flesh, save the top of her head, was hairless.
Roger was suddenly taken aback. What should he do, now? Deciding that a gentlemanly approach would be appropriate, he took another step forward and started to introduce himself: "Uh, hi! My name is Roger..."
An explosive, unforeseen high pitched screech startled and silenced him. The elf, her face abruptly darkened with a furious scowl, dropped her right hand to the hilt of the sword he ruefully now beheld hanging on her left hip. "You are a human!" she said, as if she were treating the word as a curse.
Then her eyes dropped to the bulging crotch of his pants, and her resulting cry raised an octave as she looked back up at him, "And a male!" She dragged out the word 'male' as if she considered it truly some evil curse.
At that tense moment the word sure sounded like one to Roger.
Then, with an ominous metallic "hiss", she slowly but masterfully drew her weapon, the sword blade flashing in the sun as it momentarily passed between them.
Roger instinctively reached for his own, (Think you're Errol Flynn or something?) only to find he had none! Then he quickly recalled Ms. Hobson's warning about the futility of mere men fighting elves armed with swords!
Beginning to sweat, terror rearing its demeaning head, he hoped that the witch was doing him a favor, not giving him a sword!
"Wait!" he squawked, catching the very brief flash of sunlight off the long, razor sharp blade as it rose.
But before he could even blink again the elf had expertly slashed the sword over his head and brought it to bear, leveling it directly at his head, training the tip right between his eyes!
Roger fell back a step, only to backup into the boulder! Hands up, looking around him with increasing desperation, he could only plead, "Now, can't we talk?"
"No!" she barked like a Chihuahua, "Human males cannot be permitted to besmirch the Land of Loki! Prepare for death, vulgar male!" Then the delicious, lovely elf smoothly, liquidly, moved forward, suddenly indicating all the art and skill of an expert in killing with the blade. She brought the sword up, over her head, to deliver the first, only, and final blow, to cleave him asunder.
Roger could only gawk, speechless, as death approached.
Suddenly, and totally un-expectantly, Roger felt the strangest sensation. Lust! The most passionate, powerful waves of lust washed over him even as he stared at the blade hovering over his forehead ready to end his life!
He was about to be slashed into pieces, and his dick started erecting!
How crazy is this place?
Or was it he who was going crazy?
Then his desperate mind recalled the rest of what Ms. Hobson had told him...about paying attention to his body's reactions. Talking a precious moment to glance down, his eyes widened in shock.
His pants, snug about his thighs and hips, showed clearly his growing erection. Only it couldn't be that big! Roger prided himself with being more than average in the dick department, eight honest inches was nothing to be ashamed of. But the long swollen tube that was running down his hip and left pant leg was at least twice that long!
And still growing!
Roger, still staring at his pants, then abruptly realized that he wasn't dead! Looking up, he saw that the elf was looking where he had been, at the now jumping tube in his pants. While her angry countenance remained, she was standing still, sword arm raised, as if waiting for something.
For something in his pants!
With sudden insight, Roger reached down and released the knot at his waist that held his pants on. The elf didn't move, nor change her facial expression as he fumbled with the knot. Immediately upon opening the knot, he frantically unwrapped his pant waist. The front of his pants opened and out flew up an incredible length of arm thick cock!
Roger couldn't believe it! A massive, beer can round shaft, laced with dark, pulsing veins, jerked rigidly out from his hairy loins. It had to be sixteen inches long, and close to five inches thick! The underside was rhythmically pulsing, as if pumping fluid towards the head. The cockhead, as big as his fist, was shaped like a snake's head, with a sharp taper to it and a inch long piss slit.
Yellowish, colloidal, worm-like strands of precum drooled continuously out the slit to hang, feet long, towards the ground.
Suddenly, tearing his gaze from his mutated organ, he looked at the armed elf.
She was gawking at his bobbing cock, eyes wide, mouth open in apparent utter shock. Her breathing was now shallow and rapid, as if she were becoming aroused, instead of the rapid and deep breathing of intense hatred and combat.
Was she becoming...aroused by seeing his prick? Roger thought, refusing to believe the ancient male fantasy that a big cock could turn on such an incredible beauty by its very vision.
Then her sword slipped out of her unawarely lax hand to drop to the ground behind her with a metallic clang. He now could see her jutting, pebble hard nipples projecting through her tunic.
For a long, pregnant moment Roger stared at the panting elf, seeing her smooth skin glisten in new sweat as her nipples erected and her thighs quivered while the elf, in turn, silently gawked at Roger's 'weapon'.
Then the elf stepped forward, her hands, armed with long, viscous fingernail 'claws', outstretched. Roger's cockhead seemed to point right between her eyes.
Before he could do or say anything, he felt her hands eagerly try to wrap around his jumping cock shaft! "Try", for her small but strong hands could barely reach half way around the massive slab shaft. Squeezing him mightily brought a torrent of slime rolling out his piss slit and down the leather tunic and pants of the elf.
Not releasing his jumping pole, eyes still wide open and mouth gaping, she looked up at Roger in sudden and great astonishment.
A sudden, demeaning, wicked thought flashed through his mind: She looked almost as if she were asking permission... permission to feed.
No! That couldn't be it!
Finally the elf, after a long, silent moment of pant filled pleading, with no answer from a quite stunned-into-silence Roger, gave out with a nut tingling, whining moan. Again dropping her gawk upon his drooling meat throbbing mere inches off her pointed petite nose, and crossing her eyes to keep his fist sized glans in focus, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, leaned forward, and drew in his plum colored cockhead in one moist, noisy gulp!
Roger gasped as red hot, sexy fire encompassed his glans. Then his legs locked as the elf gave him suck, like a hoover. Never had he ever felt such strong, hot, ball draining cum suck! No woman had ever blew him like this little cocksucker was!
She had encompassed his cockhead in her hot, sloppy orifice, plugging the opening to her throat with his broad tip. With her tongue, feeling incredibly long, she wrapped his glans, then buffed it vigorously, polishing it with devastating friction and effectiveness.
Then he felt the vacuum, strong, relentless, as if she were trying to suck his organ into and down her throat!
He could see her cheeks outline his trapped prickhead, showing even the rhythmic throbbing of his glans as she serviced him.
The combination of her suck and the pulling of her long nailed fingers started drawing more and ever more of his shaft after his glans into her mouth. The elfin cockswallower continued to advance down his incredible prick, swallowing inch after inch of his inhuman prick!
He could hear her swallow in his cockhead as he popped into her minuscule, compressed throat and began descending down her gullet. He couldn't believe such a little thing could take so much awesomely long and thick cock!
He saw her throat bloat wildly, nearly tripling its width.
And still she swallowed more of him!
Half of his cock was swallowed, and still she sucked and pulled for more!
Then, with a free hand, she violently pulled open the crotch of his pants, releasing his balls, the size of softballs, which fell out to hang, between his thighs, halfway to his knees. Her waiting claws were ready for them.
Overwhelmed with incredible, inhuman pleasure, Roger could only moan in helpless bliss as her long fingernails sank luxuriously into his swollen nuts. The burning of his rising wadd intensified and traveled up into his body and out and down his jerking pole. It was burning hot, more hot than he had ever remembered with his wife or any other woman. Her milking hands sent more and more man-goo into his monstrous elf-girl feeding tube.
And still more of his twitching fuck pole slid into the elf's throat!
For the first time in his life, Roger had lost control. He couldn't, he wouldn't, do anything that could stop the elf from driving him to a life threatening orgasm.
For the briefest of moments his rapidly pleasure smothered mind thought that maybe this was how elves executed their prisoners...
But the thought just as rapidly crushed under the irresistible rush of orgasmic pleasure roaring up from his loins.
She had him!
Roger's feeble resistance couldn't last. His balls were too full, his prick too rigid, too sensitive, too swallowed. The shock and excitement of the moment, after being on sliced-in-half death's door, had him rising, faster than he had ever experienced before, to orgasm. The elf-babe had a good foot of his pole engulfed, and was continuing to swallow mercilessly upon the devoured part. Her sucking and gagging and gulping sounds were deafening as she worked on him.
With a desperate moan Roger felt his nuts tightened, his cock swell even further until it was swollen taut and tumescent, like a balloon ready to burst. He had swelled so much that even the elf's mad swallowing descent upon his meat had to end. Yet, he still had a good fourteen inches of megameat in her gullet by then!
But Roger was no longer counting. A fierce and overwhelming burning had seized his cock and balls. It threatened to overwhelm him. Her eager nut milking was only making it worse.
The rising pleasure, his thinking mind, his hopes of escape, everything collapsed into an orgasmic, mind blinding flash of pure ecstasy.
Helplessly he realized that he was going to explode!
He grabbed the drooling, slobbering, gagging elf by her ears and callously used his hand hold to fuck her throat. Ignoring her increasingly loud gagging and desperate swallowing, he pulled her face towards his flat belly, driving inches more horsecock into the helpless elven throat, until the elf's pointed nose pressed into his skin. Only then would he pull her back, listening to the loud sucking of his gullet stuffing cock withdrawing, enjoying the cum sucking pleasure of the elf's eager, desperate swallowing. When his wide crown caught the back of the elf's teeth, he simply pulled her back in.
Her raunchy gagging seemed to echo over the green hills.
That is until Roger gave off a sudden cry of warning to the cocksucker. He hastily released her head, freeing her to pull back, to avoid drowning.
It was ignored. The elf simply took up on her own the wild, noisy head bobbing and cock swallowing that Roger had been forcing her to do earlier under his ear grip.
Giving up the ghost, sucked off by the frantic, cum famished elf, Roger gave out a deep belly moan and two jelly like worms of yellowish manchowder spewed from the elf's nostrils. Then wave after wave of gunk poured out her maximally stretched mouth to flow, in a gooey waterfall of male lust, down her tunic and now soaked pants.
Gagging loudly, the elf distracted Roger from his orgasmic self-absorption. Fearing she were drowning, chocking on his mammoth load, he pulled his spewing meat from the cocksucker's maw.
With a cum stifled cry of protest, a huge plug of colloidal cum pouring out her wide open mouth, the suddenly indignant elf grabbed his jerking, jetting horsecock right back out of his hands and began rubbing the vigorously spurting glans across her cum dripping lips, cum plugged nostrils, cum coated chin.
Roger just couldn't take his prick back, overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure of orgasm. The elf, continuing to rub the spewing cockhead across her whimpering lower face, fell down upon her knees and let him-no, forced him, to unload.
All over her face.
After that, Roger remembered only bliss. It felt like the best he had ever experienced with Jane, only it didn't go down after a few short seconds. The bliss seemed to go on for hours. His load seemed to be endless. His mind seemed to drown in the orgasmic pleasure, unable to think, see, do anything but...cum.
Roger had no idea how long he unloaded into the slavishly groveling elf's face and wide open, gulping mouth. It seemed like hours he stood there, knees locked. balls tight against his groin, hands grasping elven ears, her hands milking his wildly jerking, massively bloated prick.
As he spewed he would see the elf occasionally open her mouth to take a good cupful of manchowder, then close her mouth and eyes in bliss to slowly swallow the delicious stuff, only to open again for more. With her mouth open her tongue, easily a foot long, would fly out to wrap around his glans and shaft. Stroking with velvety friction, her tongue continued the orgasmic stimulation, keeping Roger at the peak of his spewgasm.
And while her eyes were closed, during her languid, exaggerated swallows, great jets of colloidal, wormy, yellowish gunk splattered and smeared, coated and waved over her beautiful upturned face.
But all good things come to an end. Hours later, it seemed, the spewing finally dying down to long, slimy drooling out his piss slit, Roger came to his senses, leaning against the boulder. Looking down, still panting heavily, he saw the elf, literally covered with smelly, yellow wadd, eagerly lapping up with her delightfully wet and hot, foot long tongue the lingering strings of coiled jizz hanging from his once again pendulous balls. For long moments the elf cleaned Roger's cock and balls, slavishly kneeling, eyes blinded by coagulating cum.
Roger, grinning like a Cheshire cat, let her.
Once she had licked up all of the cum from Roger, the elf immediately began cleaning her face with her fabulous lingus. Roger was amazed at how efficiently her tongue cleaned and how much she enjoyed lapping up his coagulating sperm!
Face finally clean, the elf sensed that he was off his orgasmic high. She immediately rose to her feet, showing the wide eyed, little smile expression of a young, petite fuck puppy, freshly ravaged, looking for another lewd round of ball draining sex.
And to do it now!
Roger, seeing the cock hungry expression on the elf's face, and her equally cock hungry stare at his still hugely swollen cock, felt his loins thrill at her reaction.
And all this right after threatening to cleave him asunder!
Is this world weird or what?
Then he looked down and saw, to his utter astonishment, his meat, again iron bar hard and shuddering in eagerness to get at some pussy! Instinctively he realized that it was elf pussy on the menu! But he had just had the most total, lengthy, wonderful orgasm of his life! How could he possibly be ready for more this soon?!
Then he looked back at the still slavishly staring elf and he knew why he was, mentally at least, ready for another go. She was standing before him, eyes fixed on his once again bobbing cock, rubbing the front of her thighs real anxiously. She continued to occasionally lick her lips while slavishly watching every movement of his meat, her eyes following it continuously.
Seeing her staring got his semi-perverted mind going: Did she really want to take on a guy not moments before she wanted to kill? Could such a small thing take such a huge organ? Anyway, did elves even have pussies?
He answered himself, staring at her loins, vividly outlined by her cum soaked pants. Elves definitely had pussies!
Seeing his own leer at her, the elf, with an eager smile now, pulled on the two knots at the sides of her top. The tunic parted open smoothly and dropped to the ground.
It revealed two of the most perfect tits Roger had ever seen this side of a fold-out! Flawless cones, jutting out in immaculate firmness like some fourteen year old's, but much more developed in mass, were capped with passion pink nipples, themselves jutting, virginal cones.
Her low cut tights exposed a belly that was smooth and lightly curved with strong musculature beneath. Her navel was deep, dark, and sweetly ovaled.
Her hips swelled wide, relative to her minuscule waist, and were admirably padded, not at all skinny. Roger thought they were wide enough, although only just so, to form a proper saddle for mounting her.
Smiling coyly, the elf turned completely around and, after deftly kicking off her soft, calf length boots, bent over to pull down her tights. As she bent over she quickly pulled her buckskins to her ankles, stripping her ass and legs bare.
She remained bent over a moment, thrusting the most nut aching pair of buns in the universe right at Roger's drooling cock!
Roger moaned raggedly as she lowered herself dexterously to the soft, bright green grass to pull her buckskins off, her asscheeks forming two flawless, luscious globes as she settled to the ground on her right hip with her back to him. Smooth, hairless skin, stretched sleekly over just a bit of baby fat, shaped her two full and globular gluteal cheeks. The two voluptuous buttocks formed a deep asscrack between them that was provocatively mysterious as well as beautifully proportioned.
Roger wanted to run his tongue down that lustful crevice!
She looked over her left shoulder and observed Roger's rampant cock bobbing and drooling impatiently at the heavenly, lusty flesh she presented to him. Her small, coy smile broke into a wide, wanton grin.
Rolling upon her near bubblebutt buns, she nimbly rose to her feet, facing him, stripped ball achingly naked. For a mind rattling moment she stood there, flaunting her carnal beauty, letting Roger study her every nook and lush, hairless cranny.
Roger realized that his first guess had been right: she was bald from her long blond scalp to her perfect feet with their short, slim toes. Then his eyes settled upon the elf's loins.
Totally hairless and smooth as a baby's butt, her sex mound jutted dramatically out from her flat, velvety belly. Neatly cupped by thighs that almost came together was the juiciest of snatches. She spread her legs willingly for his perusal and he could make out her short, dangling and well separated labia, vividly passion pink and literally dripping with clear pussy juice. They quivered tautly as the elf stood before him, panting in time with the anxious bobbing of his jutting bone.
He leered at her clit, a bulging little dome of deeper, wine red passion, peaking out at him from between her quivering labia.
Daring him to seize it.
"My name is Flare," she gasped in a high pitched voice that, for an elf, went for husky. She cupped her boobs lovingly as she stared, unblinking, at his eagerly jumping, perpetually slobbering prick head. Then she looked up at him, a burning, anguished expression upon her gorgeous face. Her eyes darted from his face, to his jumping meat, then back again as she literally begged him, "Please, sir! Oh, PLEASE! I have never...not with a man...you're so...endowed! Do not torment me further, I beg you! Do what you will! Now! PLEASE!"
Roger stared at her in dumbfounded silence. Like all men, when faced with the satisfaction of their most intimate, lewd dreams, they were struck dumb. What was she saying? She wasn't asking him to...
"Oh, Lord Loki must have sent you! I cannot resist you...I cannot wait any longer for your gift! Please, my Lord, don't make me beg further...I suffer so...the emptiness inside me...only you can fulfill...PLEASE! Take me!"
Roger shook his head slowly in disbelief, "Take...take you? You mean...?"
With the smoothness and reflexes of a gymnast, she rolled backward upon her back onto the soft, fragrant grass. In a single motion she continued, throwing her legs up over her hard pointed, vividly crimson nipples until her dainty feet came to rest alongside her forehead. She presented herself with feet even with those big, pointed ears and bald, pink, and dripping wet pussy, and darker, virginal pink asshole, pointing up in blatant offering to Roger and his cock.
From between her smooth, full thighs that beautiful face pleaded up at him without restraint, "Please, Sire! Fuck me!"
The cum trickle from the tip of his cock suddenly became a raging torrent. With an lurid, enraged, utterly MALE snarl, Roger, quite mindlessly, pounced upon her.
He couldn't understand at first why he was suddenly furious as well as nearly out-of-control hot. Then it came to him. She had been going to kill him until a moment ago! Until she saw his cock! Now it was entirely different. Now she wanted his 'sword', more than anything else in the world, apparently.
As if her trying to kill him meant nothing!
The nerve of that little elfin bitch! To think he would forgive and forget so easily that she had been hell bent at cleaving him asunder a moment ago! Just because she was the most ball bustingly beautiful piece of female tail he had ever seen!
And that the owner of that fantastic body was now begging him to split her with that cock!
His enormous fuckpole!
As he settled down upon the elf, kneeling behind her upthrust butt buns, flaring her strong thighs as if they were a rag doll's while his incredible organ flopped with a loud, dull thud upon Flare's heaving belly, he suddenly recognized what had changed Flare's attitude towards him in the first place. He suddenly understood what that witch, Ms. Hobson had meant by the one great weakness of elves, big cock!
No. Not exactly correct: Inhumanly monstrous cock!
As Roger climbed upon the whimpering miniature female he told himself that he would have to thank that witch properly for "arming" him with so devastating a weapon!
Flare peered up at the tall, dominating male hovering over her, guiding almost eighteen inches of leg thick man-meat towards her virgin tight, utterly stripped and offered up pussy. With a receptive, enthusiastic, subservient countenance, she cooed.
Oh so sweetly!
He felt the incredible heat of her labia as they hungrily wrapped around the tip of his mighty cockhead. Looking down at the sweating, offered up elf, he smirked arrogantly. Well, she was going to stab him, so, it was only fair...
"Stab me, will you!" he growled fiercely as his grotesque glans effortlessly slipped into the tight, sweetly wet fuck hole of the begging elf, bulling aside the vain and ineffective defense that her totally overmatched cuntlips offered. With a viscous thrust, followed close by with a loud, sharp liquid "pop", he drove his cockhead, and over half his cockshaft, into the helpless elf.
In one thrust.
A wild, echoing, squealing wail flew over the restful, quiet plains.
Roger chuckled into Flare's grimaced, teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut face, and callously pushed another six inches or so of cock into her already stuffed belly.
Roger couldn't believe how much meat this little cunt could take! He looked down at Flare's distended abdomen, seeing much of his cock in relief outlined by a broad, high tube running up her stomach. It was his cock, pushing up her guts and the muscle and skin above them.
He then saw her face relax and her eyes open. She stared up at him in wonderment and bliss, eternal gratefulness in her eyes.
But he soon no longer had the luxury of wondering about how much room for cock there was in an elf's belly, because abruptly he had a thrashing, squealing, clawing miniature fuck monster on his hands!
Without warning Flare went nuts under him. Her legs flailed about, kicking at his arms, hips, wrapping around his waist with lung crushing strength. Her claws tore into his buttocks, back, shoulders, anywhere she could reach. She screamed with him, because of him, at him, trying to frantically bite him on the shoulder, chin, neck.
Gasping at the intensely carnal sensations of her reaction, and with amazement at the lack of pain in her claws, he struggled with the dwarfish wild thing for a moment.
Gritting his teeth, Roger managed to pin her arms down, then he reared his hips back about a half foot. With all his strength, he thrust home, completely sinking his prodigious organ to his big bloated balls into the petite, stuffed belly of the elf!
All Flare could do then was wail in defeat, the sudden dislocation and spreading of her elf-girl guts paralyzing her. With a renewed jaw clenching grimace, she could only gape up at him in stupefied rapture and subjugation as he took mastery of her.
Holding himself buried within her blast furnace of a sloppy, sucking belly, he used her paralysis to throw her ankles and feet upon his shoulders. Filling his hands with her firm, sweaty knockers, and trapping each nipple between his thumb and index finger, he rested on his elbows and knees and began plowing, just as hard and fast as he could.
Flare's eyes flew open in shock as Roger mercilessly dicked her. He used strokes of over a foot duration, pulling out then immediately plowing back in. Each time he bottomed out, striking what he assumed was her womb, her cervix, he also bounced his heavy, hot, softball sized nuts against and off her upturned, firm, sweaty and spread ass cheeks.
Smoothly he used her, rhythmically plowing deep into her, repeating his unrestrained drives into elf belly over and over. He couldn't believe how effortless fucking the squealing, thrashing elf was! Physically it was so much easier than back home with Jane! He was so strong! So lusty! He felt he could go on forever, fucking his little elf! No distractions, no tiredness, no sweating!
Always, before, Jane's delightfully tight, wet snatch would give him the most pleasant sensations, easily overwhelming his restraint, handily bringing him off and swallowing up his first load into her clasping, cum swallowing belly. But, as they would continue, Jane ever more into being fucked, he would start tiring, eventually becoming too hot, sweaty, and ultimately drained of sperm, to continue...
But here, no sweat, no tiredness, and certainly no shortage of wadd! Within a dozen smooth, powerful, gut piercing strokes her sloppy, sucking pussy clamped down on him in no uncertain terms. The friction and heat, the elf's whimpering and wailing, her pussy's noisy sucking on his withdraw and her wicked belching when he struck the bottom of her elf-girl guts, all combined to drive him over the top.
He couldn't hold this load anymore, either! Just like the first time in the elf's mouth, his second orgasm exploded out of him, uncontrollable and sudden.
The squealing elf's eyes rolled up in her skull when his first spurt spewed deep within her, rocketing off her cervix. Then jet after long, colloidal jet fired directly and rhythmically into her violated womb, flooding her tubes, filling her womb, the overflow bulging in her belly, and surging back out of her hugely stretched fuckhole.
And he just kept spewing, unable to stop under Flare's maniacal and wonderful cock milking cuntal grip. Again, it seemed like hours passed before the blissful unloading slowly subsided.
But the massive load, more than he could have ejected in a whole evening with Jane, seemed not to affect his sex drive one bit. He seemed not to miss a stroke. No sooner had he finished spewing his thick, wormy load into the squirming, pinned elf, then his craving to fuck and spew yet more wadd seized him anew!
It was as if he hadn't had sex in a month! No amount of orgasm seemed to exhaust him!
Without even looking at the pinned elf, wildly panting and sweetly whimpering under him, he put her legs down and, rotating her on his phallic "crankshaft", turned the babbling Flare over upon her hands and knees.
His still iron bar hard, totally tumescent pole not even came close to slipping out of her rhythmically spasming, hungrily sucking, still frantically cock gripping snatch.
After putting her into the position befitting an elf to take human prick, on all fours, forehead pressed into the soft, scented grass of the plain, her perfect buns raised up in proffering to the god of cock, he omnipotently started fucking her again.
Furiously and callously, ignoring the elf's wanton, desperate, warbling screams of total penetration and fuck bliss, Roger plowed Flare, driving all of his cock in her that she could manage, smashing violently against her guts on his plunges in, slapping loudly her sweaty, upturned asscheeks on his sucking, fluid filled withdrawals. The elf's squeals of uncontrolled pleasure blended into the grunts and belches she gave out when his fist sized battering ram-head plowed into her G-spot and pushed her womb into her stomach.
Flare's hips rocked back and forth, countering Roger's powerful strokes. Soon her bubblebutt was flying to and fro at the same rate as Roger's hips.
Roger then stopped pumping, staring down as the elf helplessly continued the gut dislocating fuck, sliding her lush, sweaty, pussy juice dribbling hips up and down Roger's upright, invincible prick. Now she smashed her cervix against Roger's bloated glans with each rock back on her haunches, and sucked lovingly on his sperm tube as she slid forward.
Roger laughed, starting to loose his sense of reality, as he let her fuck herself into bliss upon his, here at least, indefatigable organ. It was good to let the female do some of the work, he thought, idly slapping each of her cheeks, alternating, as she rocked vigorously back and forth.
Maybe this is a drug induced dream?
"Keep it up, baby!" Roger roared, half deranged from the last few moments dramatics with the elf, "I can keep it up, if you can, all day!"
Much to Flare's squealing delight.
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