I climbed onto the mattress, and positioned myself between Jocelyn's thighs. As I leaned forward, sliding on my belly, I slipped my hands under the cheeks of her ass and pulled her toward my open; waiting mouth. The tip of my cock rubbed against the coolly erotic slickness of the bed sheet, sending a throb of excitement up and down my spine. I settled myself on the bed, nodding toward her cunt, and I began to eat her pussy.
"God!" Jocelyn cried as her body stiffened with pleasure. She arched her hips and, as she threw her head back in total sexual abandonment, she began to pump her cunt up and down against my face. "Eat me, Mal… oh, Jesus…! Eat me!"
My tongue slithered sensually up and down the slick avenue between her cunt lips. Jocelyn's body was hot and wet, and she was oozing her juices into my mouth. I licked her slowly, from the puckered ring of her anus, right up to the tip of her throbbing clitoris, pausing more than just briefly to lap up the sticky drool that was leaking from her dilating cunt hole. I pushed my tongue deep into the creaming tightness of her passageway, and I could feel her muscles convulse around my slippery intrusion.
"Oh yes… oh yes!" Jocelyn moaned. "It's good… it's really good!"
She was incredibly hot inside, and I took a particular pleasure in flitting my tongue from side to side, stinging the wet walls of her cunt with the rapid thrusts of my licking caresses. When she began to grind her hips in a tight rolling circle, and she began to moan, grabbing at my head with her powerful fingers, pulling me closer to her pussy, I slipped my tongue from her cunt hole, and I began to stroke Jocelyn's clitoris. I battered the tender bud savagely with a rapid back and forth movement, until her clitoris seemed to be vibrating under my lapping tongue. Jocelyn arched her back away from the mattress, smearing her wet, oozing underside across my face.
"I'm coming!" she cried, finally grabbing onto my head. She pulled me hard against her quivering cunt. She pumped her hips and gyrated her thighs, screwing her coming crotch all over my face. "Oh, God! Oh God…! I'm coming… I'm coming…! I'm coming!"
I stroked her mercilessly throughout her orgasm, feeling the quivering flesh trembling under my tongue. I could taste Jocelyn's come in my mouth, a sudden warm wetness, and I dug my tongue into it, flicking it back into my mouth, drinking it down. I parted her dank, hairy pussy, and sunk my teeth into the button of her clitoris. Grinding my mouth sensually from side to side, allowing the pain to mingle in with her pleasure, I could almost feel her orgasm splattering across my lips.
"Oh God… Oh God!" she cried, tears of release streaming from her eyes. "Fabulous…! Fabulous…! I…"
I pulled my mouth away from her cunt, and I straightened myself. Jocelyn sobbed in disappointment and tried to return my lips to her upturned pussy, but I was too fast for her.
Taking my cock in my hand, I guided it at her wet, open pussy, and inserted the swollen tip of my shaft between the lips of her cunt. I watched my cock entering her body. I pushed it slowly, carefully in, through the vibrating membrane of her orgasm, until my belly was pressed directly against her belly and the entire length of my cock was buried inside of her. I began to push my cock in and out.
"Oh – oohhh!" Jocelyn cried, gasping in pleasure at the shimmering intensity of the sensation. She humped her pussy up and down my drilling cock, the wet walls of her canal clutching at my hardness. "Again… again! I'm coming again!"
I could feel her coming this second time. Her cunt tightened down around me; and I could feel her wetness oozing all over me. I pushed my cock slowly, deeply in and out, stroking Jocelyn with my full hard length. Her body became very hot, and I could feel her wetness gushing against my driving middle. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her, the lips of her cunt clinging to the sides of the shaft. I went in dry and came out wet, my flesh glistening with the greasy discharge of her orgasm. I pumped into her until I could feel her orgasm peaking, and I continued to pump until she began to respond once again to the in and out thrusting of my cock.
I knew I would have no difficulty in coming. I slipped my hands under the cheeks of her ass, and I rippled my hips, driving my cock in and out of her as I pushed and pulled Jocelyn back and forth. Her cunt gripped me tightly, grinding the entire length of my shaft in the warm wet prison of her oozing pussy. My hunches became deeper and stronger as the pleasure of fucking washed across my drilling middle. The tempo of my thrusts accelerated, and became more frantic, until I was grunting. I stiffened suddenly, and drove myself in for one last thrust.
"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!"