Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

"Fuck me, please," Michelle begged. The lips of her cunt were quivering as she tried to rub her swollen clitoris against my other dangling fingers. "Fuck me, Mr. Cop… fuck me before I explode!"

I pulled the finger out, it made a wet, popping sound. For a moment I thought she was going to collapse. I put both my hands under the cheeks of her ass, shoring them up so that she was high and spread wide open for my penetration. The twin pink hills were covered with a greasy film of perspiration, and a river of sweat oozed down into the valley just below her ass, trickling between the lips of her wet, open cunt.

My cock was still wet from her cunt and mouth, but I spit into my hands and rubbed the spittle all over my rigid prick. Once wet, I moved in closer to her, until the tip of my organ was pressed firmly against the small brown hole of her anus. I gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly in my fingers, and in a single fluid motion, I pulled them even further apart and I thrust in simultaneously.

"Oh, my God!" Michelle screamed. "Oh, my God! It's too big… it hurts!"

But I was in: just the tip of my cock, but I was in her asshole. I had to lean forward, pressing my weight into her, just to keep Michelle from expelling me. Her anal muscles screwed down, crushing the tip of my blunted cock, as if she were trying to squeeze the life out of it.

"Loosen up," I instructed. "Relax…"

But the grip of her muscles was vise-like, and Michelle began to press her legs together. I realized there was only one way to overcome it, and that was by thrusting forward into her. Once the pleasure of fucking began, she would loosen up naturally.

I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around Michelle's thighs. My fingers dug into her pale flesh, and I propelled my hips forward, thrusting as hard as I could. Michelle screamed in agony, but I felt something give. I slid into her ass.

"Aagggghh!" she moaned. "Oh, please… I've changed my mind. Don't… no! It hurts… it hurts!"

Michelle continued to crush down with her anal muscles, but I was all the way up inside of her. I began to move slowly in and out, rocking back and forth as my cock tunneled up into her rectum. She squeezed and ground her hips back, but I continued to thrust in and out, and after a few more moments her cries of pain had become pleas for continuance.

"Oh, it hurts… nice!" Michelle moaned. "Oh, don't stop – don't! It feels so good… it hurts so good! Oh Jesus! My insides are on fire! You're in so deep. Your cock is so thick and hard!"

Michelle was pressing back to meet me now, rocking on her knees like a dog in heat. Her anal canal was incredibly tight, but greasy and slippery. My cock sawed in and out with an insistent rhythm. My balls swung like dead weight, banging into her wet oozy cunt like the clappers of some fleshy bell.

My back strained to maintain my rocking tempo, and my cock felt as if it were literally on fire. Michelle tightened her muscles and rolled her ass, rotating my cock as though it were a crank and she were winding it. She screwed her empty cunt against the hard muscles of my thighs, trying to rub out the fire that had transformed her body into a package of raw nerve endings.

"Oh, baby… baby, it's coming… it's…"

I released her thighs and stood more erect. I put my hands on top of her back, and, bending my knees, I pushed my cock in and out of Michelle's ass. I could feel my orgasm also beginning to mount. My balls were tensing, expanding, getting ready to explode. I thrust in with all my might, watching as the thick shaft of my cock disappeared into the tiny opening between the cheeks of Michelle's ass.

"Oh Jesus!" she screamed, sounding surprised. "I'm coming! Oh, God – I'm coming. Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!"

In a chain reaction, Michelle's orgasm set mine off. I felt my cock rupturing inside of her ass, the orgasm exploding so forcefully out that it seemed to blow the tip of my cock right off into her. My sperm gushed out, under pressure, spewing into the constricted tunnel of her throbbing rectum. Like a stream of pressurized water, my sperm spit from the end of my cock, splattering like thick hot oil into the lining of her anus. My balls ached from keeping up with the steady flow of swirling hot blobs of sticky white substance. Michelle screwed her ass back, swallowing my cock once more, trying to suck from it even more of the precious fluid.

My hips pounded against her ass so steadily that the dull slapping sound of sweaty flesh stung the air around us. Even though my cock had clearly met its match, and was now deflating, Michelle didn't slacken her enthusiasm as she tightened the passageway even further to compensate for the loss in size and thickness. She rolled forward and rocked back, grinding her hips around, trying to snap my cock off inside of her.

"Fuck me!" Michelle screamed, her voice shrill in the ringing ecstasy of her orgasm. "Fuck my ass!"

I tried to, I really did, but my cock was limp and floppy and felt as if it were broken. Michelle continued to squeeze it regardless, massaging it in long rippling waves, until it was all wet and pulpy. Finally my cock slipped out of her anus, now all wide and gaping, and afterward, a milky white ooze leaked out, almost like pale blood from an open wound.

Michelle fell forward on the bed, face down and spread-eagled. Weakened, I staggered back a few feet to observe my handiwork. It was then that I noticed Michelle had managed to bury two fingers down to the knuckle of her hand between the lips of her cunt. Sperm trickled down from her ass, sliding like loose gelatin around her finger-engorged cunt.

I sat on the bed next to her. My cock ached and it was completely flaccid. Even more than that it seemed shrunken and deflated. My whole crotch was smeared with now cold sperm that dripped down between my thighs and got all over my balls.

I put my hand on Michelle's ass and I patted it. "All right," I said, wheezing breathlessly, "now tell me all about Effie Spade."

"Jesus, you don't give a woman much time, do you?"

"This is official now, ma'am."

"Oh, I see. What is it you'd like to know?"

"Anything… everything. What she was like, what she felt; what she thought about, who her friends were, her lovers – everything."

"Well," she whined, turning slowly over, "I really don't know that much about her. Effie was kind of a private person, you know."

I gave Miss Poirot a hard stare.

"I really don't know! Ask somebody else who knew her better. I only made love to her once in a while, that's all. Ask her friends, ask that doctor of hers."

"Her doctor? Was she ill?"

"No, not that kind of doctor." Miss Poirot tapped the side of her head. "A psychiatrist."

"Do you know his name?"

"Oh… yes, I do. I remember I have it written down somewhere. I'll find it when I get up."

"What was she seeing the doctor for?"

"She was trying to cure her problem."

"Her problem?"

"She was a lesbian. Didn't you know that? Effie Spade was a lesbian."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Visit With A Psychiatrist

It was an opaque pebbled glass door, and stenciled on it in bold black letters was: Dr. C. Auguste Gideon. A little lower, in smaller letters, was: By Appointment Only. There was a bell on the jamb of the door, and I rang it. At the same time I put my hand on the doorknob, twisted my wrist, and stepped into his office.

Quaint, I thought. An old fashioned door that doen't open by itself. I wonder if they're going to come back into vogue?

"Ah, there you are Mr. Fell," a young and pretty nurse said. She was sitting behind a low dark green desk that curved around toward her in a lazy but graceful arc. She had long blonde hair, and it tumbled like loose sunshine across her shoulders. She smiled with all her teeth flashing. "The doctor has been waiting for you. You're very late."