Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

"Suck that cock!" Philip cried. He placed his hand on her bobbing ass, then slipped his fingers down between the cheeks. I saw his hand push forward, and Irene stiffened, tightening her lips around the shaft of my cock. "Suck it, baby! Suck that cock!"

A wild flood of pleasure made me groan, and I took my hands from Irene's shoulders, and placed them on top of her head. I stretched up, as if I were somehow trying to rise over the swell of pleasure, and I pushed her down with my hands. Her back bent low, and I could see over her ass. I could see Philip's fingers in the slit of her cunt. He moved his hand rapidly in and out, driving his fingers hard against her cunt. His hand was dripping with the wetness which oozed from her.

Irene began to moan, and I knew that Philip's hand was getting through to her. I could feel the excited frenzy of her tongue rolling rapidly over the head of my cock, and the sucking draw of her lips made my cock stiffer with excitement. She began to move her mouth rapidly up and down, turning her face from right to left as she attempted to touch every part of my cock. She began to moan loudly, sucking frantically, and she climbed up, placing her hands on my hips. She pushed me back, then pulled me forward, moving her head in reverse so that my cock went all the way into her mouth, and then pulled all the way out. In and out, in and out, in and out, until my cock was a dripping wet blur extended from her lips.

"Take it, Irene, baby – take it!" Philip said. He stroked himself with one hand, and he drove the other one in and out of Irene's dripping pussy. I could hear the squish of her cunt as she tightened her vaginal muscles around the piston-like probe of Philip's fingers. "Suck cock! Suck cock! Take it, baby… take it!"

Irene began to moan out loud. Her mouth tightened around me spasmodically, and I felt her teeth biting into my rigid cock. Her tongue went berserk against the head of my cock, fluttering wildly in a frenzy of sensation. She sucked up hard, as hard as she could, drawing with all her strength on my cock. She violently crushed her cunt back against Philip's hand.

"She's coming!" Philip shouted excitedly. Irene's cunt was like a closed fist, and as he drove his fingers savagely in and out of her, she squirted her wetness all over his hand. Cunt juice dripped down her own thighs. "I can feel her coming, Mal! Her cunt's getting tight… tighter! I can feel her pussy just creaming all over my fingers!"

"Oh… oh… oh!" Irene sobbed, her mouth still fastened securely to the length of my cock. The words oozed up around her pursed lips, bubbling out like her saliva. She sucked me desperately, hard and deep, using her lips and tongue and teeth and cheeks, drawing upon me with all her determination as she tried to suck the sperm up from my balls. "Oooohhh!"

I moved my hands around to the side of her face, and I held her tenderly between my fingers. Irene's eyes were closed, and sweat was running freely down her face. I pressed my hands softly into her hair, against her ears, and I held her in place as I drove myself in and out of her. I could feel the humming vibrations of her moaning cries against the head of my cock as her throat quivered. Her mouth was so warm and soft that I found myself moaning right along with her.

Philip pulled his fingers from her convulsing cunt. He wiped the wet discharge all over the swollen head of his cock, and then he brought the fingers up under his nose. He sniffed her wetness deeply.

"That smells good," he said, jerking himself off. His tongue snaked from between his lips, and he licked his fingers clean. "I think I want to eat her."

Irene was still coming when Philip dropped down behind her. Her orgasm must have been on its way down, because the tight grip of her lips had loosened around the rigid pole of my cock, and the maddening twirl of her rolling tongue had slowed.

But the moment she felt Philip's tongue slipping into her cunt, Irene's body stiffened, and defensively she tried to pull away from the overwhelmingly new sensation. She groaned sharply, as if in pain, and then she forced her widely-parted thighs back, and crushed her cunt into his face. Philip grabbed onto the cheeks of her ass and pulled them widely open as his head bobbed wetly up and down. Thick wet licking sounds oozed up into the sweaty air.

The moment Philip's tongue drove itself all the way into Irene's cunt, she began to come again. This new orgasm tagged itself to the end of the old one, and began soaring skyward in a sudden surge of sexual power. Irene's back bent down low, her thighs spread even further apart, and she sealed her cunt tightly against Philip's licking tongue. She began to massage my swollen cock with her teeth as the sensations of orgasm filled her body.

But Philip wasn't satisfied. He pulled his face away from her cunt. Irene pushed back against him with a groan of disappointment, almost pulling my cock from her lips. Philip straightened, then drove his stiff cock all the way into her cunt.

Irene began to come for a third time.

"God!" she cried. "Aaaahhhh!"

Her jaw dropped loose as the pleasurable shock of penetration spread her cunt wide open. The color drained from her face, and then, in an instant, she brought her lips firmly again around my driving cock. Irene began to suck and lick my erection with a frantic excitement that indicated this was the best of all orgasms.

I stared across Irene's naked, coming body. I could clearly see what Philip was doing to her. He had his hands on her hips, and sweat was lolling down his face as he drilled his cock in and out of her pussy. I could see the dark tufts of hair around the base of his cock over the twin slopes of Irene's quivering ass cheeks. Philip was moaning and smiling at me, humping himself in and out of her hot, gripping body.

"I'm gonna… come!" he grunted, his face a mask of pleasure. I could see the stub of his wet cock going in and out of her cunt. The lips of her pussy clung like glue around his drilling shaft. "I'm… coming! Oh, my God – I'm coming!"

I didn't wait: I began to come.

The orgasm which still gripped Irene was causing her to tighten her body so much that I could actually feel the hard edges of her teeth chewing themselves into my cock. And when the sperm pumped up into my shaft, I could feel the downward press of her hold causing the passageway to constrict into a tiny, narrow opening. My sperm exploded into her mouth, like a volcano erupting, gushing out so forcefully that I had to hold her head against my belly as Irene defensively tried to escape from the burning flood of my pressurized discharge. I could feel the wet throbs of my sperm splashing thickly into her open, throat, and I could feel her tongue rolling back in her mouth as she swallowed greedily.

"Oh, yes…" I moaned, colors flashing before my eyes. I could barely breathe, for my orgasm was draining my entire body. It was as if there were a hole somewhere in me, and my insides were running out, spilling hotly into Irene's open mouth. "I'm coming… I'm coming!"

When it was all finally over, no one moved for a very long time. We just lay there, my shriveled cock still between Irene's lips, and Philip's exhausted prick, slipping wetly from her scummy cunt. The bed under us was drenched in sweat, saliva and sperm.

I was in the bathroom, washing up, feeling relaxed and contented, when the call came over my communicator. It was from Central Dispatch, and when I questioned what it was about, I was just told again to report, on the double, to a certain address in the Manhattan section of Bos-Wash: West Thirty-fifth Street, between Ninth and Tenth Avenues. And old brownstone, 221B.

I was fully dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Irene and Philip were still in bed, and they looked like they were building toward another bout.