Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

"I'm… coming!" Valerie screamed. "Fuck me, Mal… I'm coming!"

As I drove all the way into her, Valerie suddenly opened her eyes. She stared with wild disbelief between her widely parted thighs, looking up at the swollen softness of her own coming cunt. It was suspended in the air, just inches above her face. Her jaw fell slack, and her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the incredible sight of herself getting fucked.

"Ooohhh – I love it!" she groaned, still soaring at the height of her orgasm. "I can see your cock… going in and out of my… pussy. Fucking me… fucking me – oh, my God I'm coming!"

I could feel my own orgasm now, briming near the base of my spine, like a tight ball of prickly pleasures. I thrust in and out of Valerie's oozing, juicing tint, feeling the softly pleasurable friction of my cockhead as it rubbed against the clinging lining of her vaginal tunnel. All kinds of secretions were sweating down around the shaft of my cock so that it made a dull whooshing sound as I parted the moist folds of her tender flesh.

"Oh, Jesus… God!" she cried, her deep blue-eyes all wide and white with staring excitement. "It's fantastic… fantastic!"

I was grunting now, and sweat was running freely down my back. That ball of pleasure inside of me began to grow, and I was suddenly very aware of my own building orgasm. My thighs trembled, and my cock was rock-hard with a strained rigidity. I slammed my weight against Valerie's bent, supplicating body, pressing myself deeply into her cunt, reaching my cock after that elusive tickle of sensation that would bring me to climax.

"Get ready for me," I grunted at her. I pounded my hips savagely against her up-turned cunt, meeting the undulations of her thighs with the stinging slap of my forward driving thrusts. My cock was like a knife, cutting through the soft, mushy butter of her orgasm. "Get ready for me!"

"Oh, God!" Valerie moaned. The color had drained from her face until she seemed to be in pain from coming so powerfully. "Oh… oh… oh…"

Wave after wave of burning sensation began to wash across my drilling middle. I tightened down inside of me, pressing my flesh around the growing hardness of my orgasm, squeezing my muscles around it so that I could somehow prevent it and, at the same time, somehow heighten it. I thrust forward, viciously, anxiously, in and out of Valerie's sucking, draining cunt.

"Soon…" I announced. My hips worked like a piston driving the shaft of my cock deep into the channel of her cunt. "I'm going to come any second!"

Valerie thrashed wildly, kicking her feet up and down on either side of my head. Her cunt was like a slack, quivering mouth around the bluntness of my hammering cock, straining to mumble out her strident pleasure. There were almost tears in her eyes as she grated herself against me, greedily trying to bring herself to yet another orgasm. She clawed her breasts, digging her fingernails into the tender mounds of flesh until her knuckles were white, and there were red marks on her swollen breasts.

"Oh, God!" she moaned, digging her nails into her body until she broke the flesh and began to bleed. "I'm coming… I'm coming – again!"

Her cunt was on fire, and it felt as though my cock were going to shrivel up inside of her from the intense heat of her passion. It was like driving through a solid wall of molten lava. Gritting my teeth against the throbbing sensation, I grabbed her ass cheeks between my fingers, and I rammed myself all the way into her.

"Jesus!" I cried. "Jesus…"

Valerie's cunt felt like a pair of hands wrapping themselves around the end of my cock, finger by finger. In this position her cunt was narrow and constricted, incredibly tight. Excitedly, I pushed myself through the moist flap of her clinging flesh, as if I were drilling the entrance hole myself, with the searing tip of my knifelike cock.

I began to come. Thick, hot surges of pleasure coursed down the length of my flesh-encased cock as I began to pump the sticky, rich fluid of my orgasm into the swollen depths of her body. Through the haze of my excitement, I could feel my balls swelling up and growing tight under the buried shaft of my cock as I sprayed out the sweet fullness of my bubbling sperm.

"Oh… God!" Valerie cried, feeling the hot, swirling gush of my sperm enter her cunt. "I'm coming again…! I'm coming again…! I'm coming again!"

I grunted and held back, tightening down around my cock so that the sperm would jet from me in an intensely powerful stream. My balls were emptying, and I could feel my whole body draining as I opened myself to the flood of the orgasm. Quivering spasms of release rippled up from my groin, and I felt my cock draw back, then drive forward, like the recoiling of a gun. Bullets of sperm were exploding from the muzzle of my cock as I shot the sperm deeply, hotly, powerfully into the swallowing softness of her cunt, until she was oozing in my come.

"I'm still coming!" she moaned, delirious with her pleasure. "My God… I'm still coming!"

Her cunt began to quiver around my blunt, exploding cock, as though she were drowning from the rushing flood which bubbled into her. Her pussy was an insatiable mouth, sucking out the thick hot richness of my sperm as though she were some insane sexual glutton.

We dueled like that for a long time, the spewing hardness of my cock trying to match itself against the velvet squeeze of her oozing cunt. I felt myself beginning to deflate inside of her, just as I sensed the steel-like grip of her cuntal muscles relaxing their tenacious hold on my organ.

I hunched forward once more, driving my limp cock into the puddle between her thighs, and Valerie ground her cunt against me, squeezing my shrinking shaft with a weak, last cuntal caress. Exhausted, I fell heavily against her. She collapsed under the strain of my body's weight.

For a long while I just lay on top of her, breathing, heavily. My cock was just barely in her cunt: sperm oozed from the open mouth of her vagina, and I could feel the thick, runny discharge seeping down her body spreading all across the mattress.

And then my communicator buzzed softly. I cursed it fitfully in my exhaustion.

Valerie began to laugh.

"What's so funny, Miss Marple?" I asked, wheezing a I tried to catch my breath.

"That," she said when the communicator buzzed again, this time a little louder. "I'd never thought rd see the day that I'd be glad to hear that sound. But thank God it buzzed now and not three minutes ago. I would have vaporized the son-of-a-bitching thing!"

"Shut up," I muttered, mustering all my remaining strength to lift my exhausted frame away from the mattress. I flopped over brokenly, my arm extended out and down as my fingers fumbled with the lump of clothing scattered across the module floor. I found my pants, but I couldn't separate the communicator from my pants, so I lifted them up to my mouth and spoke into the buckle speaker. "Browne here," I said, depressing the button.

"Malachi, where the hell are you?"

"Is that you, Sergeant Mycroft?" I asked.

"Who did you think it was?" he asked. Then, before I had a chance to respond, he asked: "Where are you? I've been hailing you on every conceivable frequency. What's up?"

I looked over at Miss Marple. She was laying back in the relaxing afterglow of her exhaustion.

"I've just brought in Valerie Marple," I said, smiling crookedly at her.

Valerie was a beautiful woman. Long black hair, deep clear blue eyes, and a rich sensual, mouth that pulled into a lazy smile. Her body was hard and full, ripened into perfect maturity, with small firm breasts and a flat but heaving belly. The nipples on her breasts were still stiff with draining passion. Her flesh was a clear, now flushed pink, and the tips of her breasts were a deer coral color. Against the smokey blackness of her hair, the tone of her naked body was in striking contrast.