Stick the sword into the floor and ride Furgus!

You're too turned on to think of anything other than that fat cocksword jammed in your aching pussy. It seems like it has been so long since you've been filled. You grab the sword and find a nice crack in the floor to jam the blade into. You stab it home with a thud and give it a tug to be sure it isn't going to fall over. Running your hands over your hips you position yourself above the upward aimed cock and reach down to grab hold of the shaft.

Furgus seems to know what you are doing and cries, "Yes! Yes!"

Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, impaling your eager quim on the fat length of the cocksword's meat. Each inch slips easily up your tight, well-lubed little pussy until your butt collides with the sturd guard just before the blade. Furgus lets out a long groan as you settle atop him, but after a moment you begin to move. It's quite a workout, your leg muscles straining to lift you up and down as you ride the sword cock.

"Oh gods," you cry, "you're so hard! It's like steel inside me!"

"You...ohhhh...you're so tight!" moans Furgus and he seems almost to be out of breath with pleasure.

Riding up and down, the room is filled with the raunchy slosh of your cunt as it slips up and down the cocksword's handle. You reach up and cradle your heaving tits, your thumbs rubbing across your hard nipples as your orgasm slowly begins to build. Up and down, your pleasure growing and growing, you work your hips and--

"Nnnnnn!" cries Furgus as his length throbs deep inside you.

"Are you cumming?!" you shout.

You stop moving, trying to stop him, but it's too late. Waves of cum erupt from the swordcock's meat, spewing into your depths and overflowing your tight womanhood to flow down your thighs and seep across the guard of the sword.

"Yes! So good!" Furgus shudders and pumps out every drop into your well-creamed little cunt.

"Damn you, Furgus!" you cry, blowing strands of hair from your face as you sit atop him, allowing him to finish inside you. "I'm done with you for the night."

When he has stopped squirting you slowly rise, disengaging from his deflating handle with a wet slurp. Strands of spunk drop from your fucked pussy and ooze down your thighs. They splatter onto the floorboards as you walk over to the dresser and get a towel to wipe yourself off with.

"Come on," pleads Furgus. "I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes."

You're done listening to the sword. Of course, just your luck that you get the one horny cocksword that is a premature ejaculator. You still need to cum before you can sleep. You put on your skirt and blouse, no underthings, and leave the sword wallowing in his filth. You're going to find someone who might satisfy you.

As you step out into the hall of the inn you do not have to search far. As a matter of fact, someone has bumped into you.