Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

"I'm coming!" I cried, as my cock opened up and spilled out a fiery spurt of sperm. "I'm coming, Jocelyn… I'm coming!"

My cock pumped and throbbed inside of her, as wave after wave of sperm spewed into her gripping passageway. I could feel it splashing against the roof of her cunt, and then, like a slow, rolling wave, I felt it wash back against my pulsing cock, bathing me in my own orgasm. After the incredible, almost paralyzing initial spurt, I resumed my thrusting, grinding my pelvis into the softness of her sticky hole. The moment I did so, and Jocelyn felt the burning mist of my come, she pushed back against me, and began to come for a third and final time.

We lay like that afterward, my cock yet buried in the puddle of her cunt, Jocelyn's arms around my back and shoulders, our bodies locked in exhaustion as tightly as they had been in our passion. A warm, pleasant feeling rolled softly inside of me for her. I could feel the sperm dripping from her cunt hole. It leaked all over the mattress.

"Mal…" Jocelyn finally said.

"What?"

"Mal, what will happen to him now?"

"He'll be taken care of. He'll get the kind of specialized treatment he should have been getting all these years. I spoke to Dr. Gideon, and he agreed to take Spens on full-time, without the group. Right now he's in an intensive psychotherapy program."

"Will he ever be… all right again?"

I reached over and cupped her breast in my palm. It felt warm and soft. I could feel her chest moving up and down, and under my fingers, deep inside her body, I could feel Jocelyn's heart beating.

"Of course he will," I said. "It's Gideon's professional opinion that Commissioner Moran will fully recover. This time next year he will be a normal, functioning human being again. And in two years, he'll have his old job back. He'll be the second most powerful man in Bos-Wash again."

I laughed softly and shook my head.

"What?"

"I was just thinking," I said. "Thank God we're not like our ancestors. Do you know what they used to do! They used to kill rather than rehabilitate men like Spens."

Jocelyn looked at me strangely. "Is that true?"

I nodded. "But – why?"

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "Damned if I know."

"Maybe they were just too primitive to know any better. Maybe…"

"Maybe…"

We thought about that for awhile.

"Oh, yeah," I said finally, pretending that I just remembered it. I didn't really: it's been on my mind ever since it happened. "I have a couple of things I'd like to say to you."

Jocelyn smiled, sensing my discomfort. "Oh?" she asked, not making it any easier for me.

"First of all, I want to thank you for – saving my life." I swallowed the last three words. "And I also want to compliment you on your superb police work, all throughout the case, but especially in the way you first tricked, and then disabled Spens. I'll tell you something: I almost believed you when you were saying all those things…"

"Almost?"

"I also want to compliment you on the lead you uncovered," I quickly added, ignoring her question. "Without the information I received from Archie Hammer about Dr. Gideon and the group, we might never have broken the case."

"All I did was plod through the routine," Jocelyn modestly admitted. "No spectacular feats of deduction. I just jumped on every lead I could turn up."

Under my hand, I could feel Jocelyn's nipple stiffening. I pushed my limp cock into her cunt, and she gave it a playful squeeze.

"And finally," I said, "I want to say to you that you – and not I – were right, just as you maintained all along the rapist was a man."

"Thank you," Jocelyn said. "Now it's my turn. I wan to thank you for saving my life. It was you who came to my place, if you hadn't, Commissioner Moran would have easily raped and murdered me."

"Maybe, maybe not," I said graciously.

"And, most difficult of all, I want to congratulate you on solving the case. It was you – and not I – who learned Commissioner Moran's terrible secret. You discovered the identity of the rapist/murderer first. I don't think I'll ever forgive you for that. How did you do it? I didn't even have an inkling it was Spence."

I laughed. "I almost didn't guess correctly. I almost made a terrible mistake. When it finally dawned on me that Dr. C. Augusta Gideon was the same person a your 'Dr. Auggie', for a minute there I thought I was right in thinking all along that the rapist was a woman. I thought you were that woman."

"Me?" Jocelyn exclaimed incredulously. "Why me?"

"When I broke into Gideon's office," I explained, "suddenly everything clicked for me. I wondered whether he might be the same psychiatrist who had treated you. I quickly checked his files, and I found your record folder in there. That just about convinced me."

"What made you change your mind?" she asked.

"I read the file. Thank God I did. Thank God I tool that extra minute or two. I looked at the date and realized yours was an inactive file."

"What happened then?"

"I systematically went through the rest of the files, starting with A. About half way through them I found Commissioner Moran's folder. His was an active file."

"Why do you think Commissioner Moran picked Dr. Auggie – Dr. Gideon? just a coincidence?"

I shook my head. "No, probably not. What probably happened was that he was impressed with the way Dr. Gideon had helped you. After all, you mentioned him frequently enough, telling everyone in sight how great he was; I'm sure it must have made an impression on Spens. Actually, he was right: between his mother and your father and husband, the both of you do have a lot in common. Spens probably figured that if it worked for you, it would work for him. And it will, too – in time."

Gradually, through all this while, my cock had grown erect again, and I realized I was thrusting it in and out of Jocelyn's tightening cunt. What was even more interesting was that Jocelyn was not only returning my thrusts, she seemed to be doing so with ever-increasing passion.

"Mal…"

"Yes?"

"I realize now," she said, her cunt gripping my cock, "that I was wrong in thinking I was completely well when I came back to work. I was better, much better, but I still have a long way to go. I know I must have treated you badly…"

"No worse than I treated you."

Jocelyn moaned softly. "What I'm trying to say is – will you help me, Mal?"

I screwed my cock into Jocelyn, deeply, powerfully, a brand new orgasm building suddenly within me. "Oh, yes," I said. "Oh… yesssss!"