Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

"Fuck me now!" Jocelyn cried, her mouth quivering uncontrollably. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me now!"

We climbed onto her bed, and I began to slip my wet rigid cock into her oozing, creaming pussy.

"No!" she cried. Jocelyn pushed me away from her and waddled to the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. "I want you to fuck me from the rear… from the rear! I want to feel every inch of your cock sliding up into me!"

On my knees, I climbed onto the bed, the mattress bobbing up and down from my hurrying, shifting weight. Jocelyn rested flat on the bed, with her ass high and elevated, and her thighs spread wide apart. Her cunt was at cock-level, all wide and wet and opened like a hairy bull's-eye. I parted the thick lips of her pussy with the tip of my cock, made a minor adjustment in angle, and leaned in hard against her. I felt my cock go in.

"Oh, God – fuck me!" she moaned, humping herself back around me. "Fuck me… fuck me! God – it's been so long…! Oh, yes… harder… deeper…"

Jocelyn was impaled upon the rigid stake of my cock, and she was massaging it with the rippling walls of her sugary cuntal passageway. My balls swung between her widely parted thighs, and smacked tensely against the edge of her cunt. I felt her fingers come up to the hairy mound as she began to twirl the stiff button of her clitoris. I thrust myself in and out of her, and she thrashed around as if she were caught in some terrible convulsive palsy. She reared her head back, arching her spine, spraying her long hair across her back.

"Oh, God – fuck me!" she cried, almost whinnying like a horse. "Fuck me… fuck me…! Fuck me!"

My cock throbbed in the constricted tunnel of Jocelyn's cunt. The walls of the oozing passageway clung to the sides of my shaft as if they were adheased with glue. Her heat and wetness baked down around my cock, scalding it, turning it a fiery red. Her cunt made a wet oozing squishy sound as my cock drilled in and out.

"I'm going to, come!" I grunted. I grabbed onto her ass cheeks with fingers of steel, digging my nails deeply into her sweaty pink flesh. I pulled Jocelyn back hard against me, screwing the shaft of my cock viciously into her creaming box. With a dull slapping sound, my legs rammed against her thighs. Pleasure was coursing down the length of my cock. I grunted again: "I'm going to come… I've going to come… now!"

I began to come. My cock began to spurt its thick hot blobs of sperm into the narrow crevice of her cunt. I moved my hands around to her hips, and I pulled Jocelyn hard against me. Her cunt loosened momentarily, and I felt myself being swallowed into the pit of her body. I could feel my sperm spewing out, splattering like hot heavy oil into the soft lining of her cunt. Then her muscles tightened like a vise, like a steel fist, crunching closed around the pumping shaft of my cock. My sperm began to stream out in a thin, pressurized gush, erupting like molten lava against the quivering walls of her convulsing pussy.

"Oh, God – I'm coming!" Jocelyn screamed, milling my cock with the muscular coils of her cuntal passageway. Her pussy pulled and tugged and squeezed my cock, wringing the sperm up from my balls. Her back was wet with perspiration, and as I tried to pull her tighter against me, my fingers kept slipping from her tensed, humping hips. "I'm coming… I'm coming! Oh, God – fuck me… fuck me! It's wonderful… wonderful…! Ooohhh! I can feel it! I can feel it! Your sperm… your come! Filling me… filling me…! Filling me up!"

I ground my cock into her softness, pressing my thighs against the back of her thighs, feeling the cheeks of her ass spreading around my belly, my dangling balls against her pussy, drilling my pulsing cock all the way up into her creaming cunt. The mouth of her pussy tightened around the thick, hairy base of my cock shaft, and trickles of my own sperm oozed from her convulsing hole, leaking down against my pumping balls. The considerable wetness between us acted like a seal, welding our bodies together.

"Oh… my… God!" Jocelyn groaned, coming still. She fell forward onto the bed, her body collapsing from the emptying drain of her orgasm, and dragged me along with her as she fell. My cock jammed hard into her as I made contact, and Jocelyn groaned again, either in pain or in intense, throbbing pleasure. "Fuck me, Mal… fuck me… fuck me – God, I can't stop coming!"

Exhausted, I lay on top of Jocelyn, my cock all shriveled in the insatiable oven of her cunt. Every once in a while my cock would twitch or throb, and some final dribble of sperm would ooze painfully into her still-fiery cunthole.

Obviously it was the first time she had made love to another man since her husband left her.

For a long time after it was over, we lay together on Jocelyn's bed, panting softly to the darkened room as the sweat on our flesh evaporated. I felt good and contented, and as I usually felt after a satisfying sexual experience, slightly hungry. Jocelyn was over in one comer of the bed, with her back against the headboard. She was smoking a vita-cig, staring straight ahead, looking somewhat preoccupied. The sweet citrusy smell of smoke filled the air. Her breasts heaved softly up and down, the nipples pink and wet-looking.

"Can I rustle myself up something to eat?" I asked. There was a food-dispenser extension in the bedroom, implanted in the wall just to the left of the wall screen. "If you don't mind?"

Jocelyn shook her head, apparently still preoccupied. "Of course I don't mind. Order whatever you like."

Groaning from the effort, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and I stood up. My limp cock slapped wetly against my thighs, and the plasteel floors were cold under my naked foot. The thermal equalizer tripped on almost instantly, triggered by my body's weight, and by the time I reached the dispenser unit, it was nice and warm and pleasant.

"Would you like me to get you anything?" I asked.

For a moment she didn't answer. "Hum… what? Oh. No, no thank you."

I checked out the machine. It was a moderately priced unit, much in keeping with her social status, with a fairly wide selection of choices. I decided not to order anything too exotic. I pushed the activator button and spoke into the request box.

"A bacon and egg sandwich, and a cup of caffnil. No sweetener. Are you sure you don't want anything."

"No. Nothing."

Instantly the chamber door slid back and there was my sandwich and caffnil. It was still a little warm from preparation, and I held it gingerly on my fingertips. I carried the food back over to the bed, dragging over a levitab to place it down upon. I suspended the levitab at the side of the bed, and I sat on the edge of the mattress, looking at Jocelyn while I ate.

"You certainly are talkative," I said, sipping the caffnil tentatively. It tasted strong and bitter.

"What? Oh. I'm sorry." Jocelyn sucked on her vita-cig, exhaling the sweet smoke in a thinning orange cloud. "I was just thinking."

"What about?"

"The case," she lied.

"It was your first time, wasn't it?" I asked, chewing into my sandwich. "I mean since your husband…"

"Yes, it was, if you must know."

"I was just curious. Did you enjoy it."

She turned toward me and studied my face a long moment or two before she answered. "Yes, I did, as a matter of fact. I enjoyed it very much. You certainly lived up to your departmental reputation, if that's what's bothering you."

"My reputation…" I laughed softly.

"Don't be coy with me. You know damn well what I'm talking about. And I'm not talking about your reputation as a detective either."

"Yes, I guess I do know what you're talking about." I smiled modestly.

"Did you enjoy it?" Jocelyn asked.

"Yes. Yes, indeed. I did." I bit into my sandwich. "You're quite good. Quite accomplished."