He pulled her over to him and then he leaned half way down to her.
First he started kissing and teasing her lips, then he became wilder and wilder until he had his fingers on the smooth, firm nipples of her tits. She squirmed and grunted under his touch.
The more he played with her tits, the harder she squeezed the hard, thick tool that jumped and pulsed in her hand.
Then, without warning, he was on top of her and she was bucking and thrashing wildly beneath him.
"You are a beautiful woman," he said, tenderly, "and very hot-blooded."
She looked up at his almost ugly face and his shaved head and suddenly realized how sexually attractive he was. "Fuck me," she said. "Hurry, put that big joystick of yours in my cunthole and fuck me!"
Deftly his hands worked until his pants were down around his knees. Then she felt his prick between her thighs. The huge head was bouncing from leg to leg, moving steadily upward to her seething, cock-hungry pussy.
"I want it," Candy groaned. "Oh shit, how I want it."
And her next thought was, Can I take it?
She soon found out that his fingers and the massage had done the job of preparing her only too well. She was more than ready to accept the full brunt of his enormous cock in her lust-swollen cunt hole.
Gore Plato pumped his body up and down on top of her, wildly dry-fucking her.
Finally he raised his cock a little higher than before. As he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot, steaming lips of her waiting pussy.
"Yes… oh shit," she cried.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her hot, bucking cunt. Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became more rapid.
He was moaning and panting too, a little lower and softer than Candy, but just as passionately. The steady pounding of their flesh as their two hot bodies slid back and forth against each other filled the bedroom with the sounds of sex.
The pounding of their pent-up desires was pressing forcefully on their bodies and minds. Candy could hear the ringing of a mighty cascade of bells somewhere deep inside her as he thrust and pounded his huge hard cock again and again, deeper and deeper into the hot twitching folds of her juicing cunt.
His deep, growling sighs and loud passionate moans were the only things she could hear. They mixed with her own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
"I'm there," Candy cried. "I'm going to come… oh shit, how I'm going to come!"
Their bodies broke out in a cold, clinging sweat as the hot, exciting sound of flesh pounded against flesh.
Candy bucked her hips frantically now and thrust her head back onto the bed as far as she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust up her cunt to meet the charge of his cock.
The passionate and frenzied pair lunged their bodies against each other again and again, wildly, lustfully, with all the force and thrust they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and the forceful return of her quivering cunt, the two of them came at the absolute same time.
He slipped from the bed. Candy, dreamily, through half-closed eyes, watched as he gathered his clothing back in shape and started for the door.
"Gorn?" Candy said, her throat clogged with left-over lust.
"Yes, Miss?" he said, from the door.
"I'll bet my sister, Cindy, would love a massage, and probably relief, too!"
"Yes, Miss."
Cindy was groggy with the steam from the enclosed bath. She barely managed to make it back to her bed before sleep overcame her.
She must have dozed off and then slowly came back to reality. The next thing she knew, smooth fingers worked at rubbing warm oil all over her body.
It felt wonderful, and it felt exciting.
But it was probably the old hausfrau, Cindy thought, part of the inn's service to their wealthier guests.
But the hands were tickling the crease of her ass and the lips of her pussy.
Strange, she thought, but it did feel good, so good.
And then the hands turned her over and dangling just above her face was the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen in her life. And beyond the bobbing, dripping head of the cock was the almost smiling face of the giant, Gorn Plato.
"Your sister," he said, "thought you might like relief."
CHAPTER FIVE
The following morning Gorn Plato was again the servant as he helped the girls into the car and stowed their luggage. Both of them eyed the front of his pants as he moved and then giggled to themselves.
The morning's drive up the mountain took about an hour, during which they related the previous night's happenings to each other down to the last detail. Both of them laughingly agreed that they hoped it wouldn't be the last time they experienced thrills at the end of the big man's huge cock.
Topping a hill they saw the giant stone structure of Zacheist Castle. It was awesome and somewhat frightening, with its shooting turrets and vast ornamental stonework. It gave both of them an eerie feeling of timelessness the nearer they came to it.
The car stopped and Candy gasped. "Look, my God, there's even a moat!"
Just then the side of the wall, thirty feet in front of them, across the moat, lowered, and the car started up again. They drove into a huge courtyard and the door was opened by a female counterpart of Gorn Plato.
"Good day," she said, as she bowed them out of the car.
Neither of the girls realized, until they were standing beside her, just how huge the woman was. She was an inch or two above six feet and her weight and bulk was about right for her height.
But, even then, she made two of either Candy or Cindy. She wore a loose-fitting shirt that looked as though it had shrunk from too many washings. The fact was, her enormous breasts were more than the blouse could handle.
"I am Klinda," she said, straightening to her full height and breathing deeply, forcing her monumental tits to thrust outward in proud, full-blown glory, their nipples as huge as second tits when they swelled against the material. "Klinda Plato."
"We're…" Candy said.
"I know who you are," the woman interrupted, looking down at them with a scowl.
"Are you Gorn's sister?" Cindy asked, trying to smile.
"I am Gorn Plato's wife," the woman said.
The girls exchanged frightened looks and gulped. Gorn came around from the back of the car with the two trunks. The woman took them from his hands as if they weighed no more than two feathers, and turned away.
Over her shoulder she said, "Follow me… your father waits in the great room."
The Amazon led them into what looked like a huge hall with armor and tapestries on the walls and a ring of chairs around an enormous fireplace at one end.
"Jeez," Candy whispered, "what if she finds out we both diddled her old man last night. She's big enough to break your back with one whack."
"Or smother you with those twenty-pound tits," Cindy replied, looking around. "You see anybody in this place? I thought he was supposed to be in here waiting for us."
"Come forward, girls… I've waited a very long time to meet you as adults."
The voice was a booming baritone, coming from the other side of one of the chairs.
"Fa… Fa… Father?" Cindy said, as both girls gingerly walked the length of the room and stopped a few feet short of the chairs.
"I prefer you call me… Zachery," the voice said. "'Father' would be ridiculous and 'Count' would be just too formal."
He rose from the chair, turned and both girls gasped. The picture they had of him didn't do him justice and it looked as though he had hardly aged since the time it had been taken. They could both readily see why Zachery Harris had gained the reputation they had heard so much about. He was male perfection – tall, with chiseled features, dark, coal-black wavy hair that hung to his shoulders. Beneath the bolero shirt he wore, his huge shoulders and biceps rippled with muscles. The shirt was opened nearly to his waist and the chest beneath it was huge and matted with black hair.