Jon Monroe awoke with a start and blinked into a dazzling ball of light. The sun, burning overhead, bronzed his skin and induced a drenching sweat. The sand magnified the temperature, and not even the intermittent breeze offered relief.
His revival did not stem from blistering heat, but rather the unshakable impression of being watched.
He glanced at the lounging chair beside him. Spread across its webbing were the luscious curves of Vanessa Storm. A stunning redhead in her late twenties, she wore a scant bikini-minus the top-that revealed the goods. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, but he recalled their vivid emerald hue with a grin. A straw hat afforded her shade and permitted her to comfortably nap. Jon couldn't ogle enough the large, round tits and their rosy nipples, or the waist that he could easily encircle with his hands.
No, it wasn't his mouth-watering companion forwarding that notion. Peering across, he panned the crashing surf and shimmering beach that ran to an embankment. At the crest of the hill, he spotted a lone figure surveying him with binoculars.
Jon quietly sprang to his feet, landing with a soft thump that did not disturb Vanessa. Her even breathing prevailed.
He climbed the grassy slope and obtained a better glimpse at his onlooker. Clad in a white thong stood the most succulent brunette in all creation. Behind her, a red convertible rested on the lawn. Her sassy smile and dark eyes reflected partial amusement at his arrival. Her long, sleek legs were defiantly thrown apart. As he closed the distance, she did not move away.
"I believe this is a private beach," he said, withholding his usual charismatic smile.
"It is?" came her impish retort.
"That would mean you were trespassing."
The babe, a total knockout, mocked his somber tone. "What are you planning to do about it, spank me?"
She appeared the playful sort. "That hadn't crossed my mind. I suppose we've started off on the wrong foot. I'm Jon."
"Hi. I'm Misty."
Jon wrote off Misty as a harmless, precocious creature who stumbled upon him sunbathing. Vanessa's toplessness undoubtedly drew her for a closer look. Misty blatantly discounted the sign down the road, advising travelers that the property ahead was privately owned. He had signed a rental agreement granting him exclusive rights to the beachfront area. A chain link fence and gate would have cluttered the beautiful landscape.
Misty might have been pronounced safe, but not innocent. The gorgeous brunette removed the upper portion of her thong.
"Now that we've gotten past the introductions," she whimsically said, "let's get on with satisfying our mutual curiosities."
The chick, perceivably in her mid-twenties, displayed her tan line-free breasts for him. Though not stacked like Vanessa, she had a great body. The sun clearly kissed every part, bestowing her skin a rich glow. Deliciously thin, she literally struck him as a fucking machine. He had known women of her willowy build to outperform their voluptuous counterparts.
Her dark eyes flashed, interest in him plain. Jon was accustomed to such requests for stud service. Women habitually sought his renowned talents. Eluding time at thirty-six, he seemed eternally youthful. Classically handsome, with fine chiseled features, he had a full crop of light-brown hair and a smooth, muscular body. His choice of a navy-blue thong exhibited his sizable package. Somewhat aroused, his cock began placing demand on the thin material.
Those slender fingers pulled away the bottom piece of her outfit. Misty bared her brown wisps and cunt lips. The contrast of golden flesh and chestnut pubes whet his appetite. He envisioned her hot, clutching moisture.
She floated into his arms. "I've shown you mine," she whispered, brushing his bare chest with her excited nipples, "now let's see yours." Her fingertips danced at the bulge developing in his briefs.
Jon boldly met her grope. The young woman didn't intimidate him in the least. Vanessa, slumbering below, remained oblivious to his seduction. Misty, fluttering, deliberately provoked his growth. "Why don't you take them off for me?" he huskily suggested.
His cockiness was sufficient invitation. She peeled back his waistband and reached inside. His dick had considerably thickened before she grazed it. Her delicate fingers closed around him, then gave a passionate squeeze. He throbbed in her grip. She lowered her dark pupils, then purred. "Mmmmmm. That's quite a boner."
Jon groaned from her massage. She emanated electricity. He felt the charge in the pit of his balls. His cock twitched in her clasp, fiercely erect. The veins projected through his taut skin.
He watched, with a convulsing Adam's apple, as she dragged his thong to his ankles. She tossed it over her discarded garb.
Misty led him to her fire engine-red convertible with a crooked finger. Jon, mesmerized, climbed on top of the seats and joined her. She offered him her nipples. His tongue lightly dashed over them, leaving a trace of saliva. Moaning, she clasped his head and pushed a tit into his mouth. Sucking strongly, he drew upon her until it fully hardened. He teethed that solid nub while darting at its tip. Upon leaving, he wreathed that pink knob in tiny bubbles.
Jon gazed at Misty after she had gone from his mouth. She threw back her head and held her chin high, then revealed the slant of her sensuous lips. Her exhalations were sharp and heavy.
He stuck a finger into her pussy. Those sodden lips easily absorbed him. He delved into her hot, moist layers, encouraged by her throaty sob. His reach visibly thrilled her. He enjoyed the evidence, which seeped from her burning core.
"Yes," she murmured, sliding toward him and further impaling herself. Her juices oiled his digit.
He silenced her with his mouth. Their lips came together, their tongues exploring. He pulled her tightly to his body, taking pleasure from her softness. She gave completely of herself, holding nothing back. Her eagerness made his balls ache.
It wasn't as though he'd been deprived. Vanessa gave him his fill of pussy. They'd fucked that morning after awakening in a tangle of arms and legs. It began as a pleasant greeting that escalated into a hot and sweaty session. Jon never tired of sex.
The slinky brunette obviously had her own agenda. A true gentleman, he lent his assistance where needed. She would not drive off unsatisfied.
His finger spearing the moist pulp between her legs overrode the waves breaking on the shore. During their passionate kiss, she threw a silky thigh over his muscular one. He could differentiate her pussy nectar from the brine in the air. Their mouths fervently joined, their tongues meeting.
Jon regarded her lips very suckable. Their lush rhythm provoked the animal within him. Clasping his cock, she jerked it through her fist. Her thumbing the rim radiated pleasure through his groin. His balls tingled and pre-cum oozed from his tip.
Using his free hand, he fondled her buns. She moaned down his throat at his squeeze, then further drenched his submerged finger. The minx had gotten intensely excited in a short span of time. Her desire wasn't remotely faked.
He disengaged himself from that spongy hole and deposited her on his lap. She moved like fire, her ass never resting. Her tits swung at him, the nipples bullet-hard. She never took her hand off his cock. Aiming the head, she angled herself for simple entry. He thought about licking that sweet pussy before putting his dick into it, but she changed his mind.
She wanted to fuck.
Jon groaned as those moist cunt lips snagged his head. They continued to French, but the sensation of that tight pussy gobbling him eclipsed all else. Possibly because of her thinness, her snatch crushed him. Gyrating her hips, she worked him into her narrow channel. That furious smothering made breathing quite difficult.
Misty, ending their kiss, pulled back. She drew fresh air into her lungs. He studied her pinched features. She swayed in his thighs, grinding herself to his solid base. His balls strained against her quivering butt cheeks. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. She plainly reveled at having him in her cunt. "Oh, yeah, baby. You're precisely where you belong."
Jon pulled that slim, nude body close while adjusting to that confined space. The young woman panted, reacting to the merest shift. She lodged him deeply in that soaked pussy, jamming him to its innermost section. With a lurch, she anchored herself to his trunk. Enfolded in warm, saturated mush, his dick throbbed.
Misty, grazing him with her nails, rose and fell on him. Her dark eyes flashed, her tongue skimming her lips. She breathed harder, taking in his cock. "Fuck me," she gently moaned. "Oh, yeah."
Her pussy's grip had Jon gasping. She snagged the skin of his dick, continually yanking him, until there wasn't a nerve spared from its wrenching ordeal. Zeroing in on that mound, he watched her brown fluff shake with purpose. Her distinct mouthfuls of him brought a grin. Those cunt lips inched up and down his vein-laden member. He watched them gobble him to the root, then reverse direction. Their pubes meshed, then untangled.
"Take it," he grunted, grabbing her ass and hauling it to his balls. He smashed himself into that slick hole while peering into her eyes. His thickness widely separated her folds. "Take my fucking cock."
Misty probably heard him, but the glassiness of her eyes suggested otherwise. Her tiny sobs sprang when he fully buried himself between those slim legs. He controlled her intake, plowing high into that absorbent snatch. Those soft walls cushioned, then crowded his cock. Grasping her butt cheeks, he lunged into that squishy cunt, trying to fit a little more. She rewarded his efforts with a succession of delighted gasps. At each renewed thrust, those lush lips receded from gritted teeth.
Her tilted head blocked the blazing sun. Sweat oozed from her pores as they toiled to stay connected. The ocean breeze failed to dry their sweltering flesh.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "there's so much, and it feels so good." That rump lifted and dropped on his taut pouch. He savored its velvet consistency. "God, you're like a rock, too."
That butt never halted for a second. She slid up and down him, greasing his shaft. Her secretions, flowing from her core, heavily coated him. She hoarsely exhaled after touching base. The struggle to contain him obviously winded her.
He groped that small, compact ass. She certainly had a great one. It worked hard for his pleasure. He traced the crack with his thumb, pausing at her wrinkled anus before encountering those wet folds. His cock sank within them. He pushed the whole thing into that pussy until he reached the back of it.
"Ride me, baby," he muttered, lost in that hot squish. Misty cast her head back, whipping her dark mane over her shoulders and concentrating on that thriving mass going into her cunt. He noted her smug look as she climbed, then descended his rigid shaft. "Oh, yeah. Ride my cock."
Her tits shook, the nipples pointing. Those nubs had thickened with excitement. He mildly tweaked them, augmenting her thrill. Her resulting whimper indicated gladness.
She slammed to his sac, then ground her sticky flaps to his groin. He gasped from her hungry intake. The woman definitely needed his cock. He could feel the force of her pussy's suction.
That moist snatch came down on him, bombarding him with tingling joy. Jon held back, realizing he could easily cum. He steeled himself from the lure of orgasm long enough for that radiant brunette to peak first. Gazing at her while she sat on his cock was more than he could feasibly digest.
"Do it, baby," he said, studying the sparkle in her eyes, "cum."
Misty hammered him with pussy. Her exertions took their toll on him. He wasn't going to last another second. The babe, driven into a frenzy, stole his staying power. He kept trying to satisfy her, but those sodden lips rolling over his cock sabotaged that effort. Its fast milking action overwhelmed him.
Seizing her ass, he pummeled that soft, demanding cunt. His balls whacked her sweaty flesh. He gave her more of the same, determined to see her finish.
"Cum for me," he insisted as that soaked pussy swallowed his pulsating cock. Clenching his teeth, he fought the urge to shoot. He knew that he was going to cream. His dick speared those clutching membranes. Groaning, he divided her cunt. "Do it now."
Misty responded to his plea. She humped him until the gleam in her eye dissolved into a haze. Her nipples swelled as she bucked on his lap, seized by contractions. The breath went out of her as she settled on his balls, quivering.
"Oh, God," she sputtered, violently shaking. "Ohhhh."
Jon exploded, squirting heavily into her spasming body. He filled her pussy with hot, creamy goo. His dick twitched as his manly fluid jetted into her convulsing body. He expelled stale air from his lungs through his closed teeth. Relief flooded him.
"God," he gasped, tightly holding her.
The weakness in his groin liquefied in her snatch. Jon slammed powerfully into that resilient mound. When he pulled out, his abundant load spilled from those damp folds.
He glanced at those puffy lips that had just fucked him before surrendering to exhaustion. Huffing and puffing, he dropped into the seat.
The minx had wiped him out. His mind was fogged, his body numbed. The blinding rays forced him to shut his eyes.
He discounted the swift movement on her part. Misty acted with brutal precision. A metal object touched him and discharged a dizzying jolt of electricity. He yelled in pain, then slammed into the upholstery.
"That's for what you've done to Vanessa," Misty snarled.
Jon tried getting up, but she anticipated his retaliation. A second brush of the device sapped his strength and almost hurtled him into blackness.
"That, baby, was a taste of F.U.R.'s stun-vibrator. I'm sure you're acquainted with it."
Jon convulsively trembled while the battery-produced voltage fried his internal circuits. The bitch from the Female Undercover Ring, an organization he readily acknowledged, had rendered him powerless.
Misty held her distance, guarding against possible backfire. After pumping electricity into someone, accidental contact would injure her. "You've been under my surveillance for the past twenty-four hours. I've radioed headquarters to send reinforcements. This area will quickly be populated by my fellow agents."
Jon's heart drummed at her startling disclosure. He'd been fooled, lowering his guard and falling into her trap. The past months, he'd gone through painstaking detail to escape detection. Apparently, there had been a gap in his scheme.
He edged dangerously close to unconsciousness. That supplemental shock, plus weakness from orgasm, disadvantaged him. She certainly had struck at the correct moment. Sagging against the seat, he battled to stay awake.
Misty descended the embankment, then ran to Vanessa. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her fellow agent had vanished months ago, assumably taken by B.O.N.E. operative Jon Monroe. Although she had just had great sex with him, she despised the Brotherhood of Nefarious Enterprises for all it represented. In gaining the upper hand, F.U.R. trained its members to exploit pleasure. A man, they had been taught, was most vulnerable after cumming.
F.U.R. had thoroughly scoured the country for Vanessa Storm, yet all attempts seemed an exercise in futility. Monroe anticipated their strategy and plunged them into obscurity.
A tear threatened at her eye upon seeing the slumbering agent. Vanessa slept in the sun, oblivious to Monroe's disappearance. Misty tapped her oiled body. "You're safe, baby. I've come for you. Help has finally arrived."
Vanessa opened her emerald eyes, groggily adjusting to the naked brunette. "Huh?"
The blank look she drew puzzled Misty. Vanessa gazed at her without the slightest hint of recognition. "Don't you remember me, honey?"
The beautiful redhead shrugged.
Misty couldn't fathom the extent of Monroe's brainwashing process. Several months earlier, B.O.N.E. had created a metal disc with truth-extracting capability. When stuck on a forehead, its wearer was compelled to accurately answer any question. Prolonged use could damage one's memory beyond restoration. A battery of F.U.R.'s scientists had derived that conclusion.
The machines that manufactured those hateful devices were destroyed. Several victims, felled by the disc, continued suffering blackout periods. Perhaps Vanessa was among those with corrupted memory banks. In their high-tech labs, she would be in expert hands. Perhaps their specialists could remedy the situation.
Misty shook her head. "That's all right, baby. Just come with me. I'll take care of you."
An arm swung around her, hauling her away from Vanessa. Misty, whimpering, slammed into a wall of pure, sweaty muscle. Her bare ass flattened to hair, cock and balls. Her assailant was equally unclothed, and with immediate dread, she knew who he was.
"Not so fast," Jon growled.
Misty's hands defensively shot up and gripped the forearm secured below her chin. She tried wiggling from his grasp, but Jon successfully pinned her. He had her in a head-lock, from which she could not negotiate freedom. That man's swift recovery worried her. She'd given him enough electric current to drop a horse. In spite of the panic rising inside her, she elected not to reflect fear. It was critical not to convey that emotion. "You're finished, Monroe. My people will arrive momentarily to drag your pathetic ass away."
"I canceled your call."
Her eyes grew huge. "You what?'"
"I disguised my voice and dispatched a message that it was a false alarm."
Misty's brave front eroded. "Oh, God."
"Now you're my prisoner." Jon's grip on her tightened. She neglected to give him a third jolt, which would have absolutely knocked him out. Being a strong individual, he overcame the stun-vibrator's crippling force and had intercepted her.
Misty challenged him, to no avail. She was no match for his sheer might. Jon applied the right amount of pressure to subdue, but not hurt, her. Using raw strength, yet tempering it, he rendered her unconscious. Her struggles finally ended. She went limp in his arms, her hands dropping from his powerful forearm.
Forced into sleep, she uttered a soft a gasp and collapsed. The naked chick began sliding down his front. He pulled her up, letting her head flop to his shoulder. In adjusting his hold, he brushed her stiff nipples. Those nubs, in their excited state, reminded him of their feverish coupling.
It seemed a shame-fucking her, then having this occur. He didn't like getting tough with a chick, but she had left him no choice. She could have caused trouble if he hadn't taken charge that very second. He propped her sexy body with one hand. The young woman, out like a light, was his hostage.
Vanessa passively regarded Misty's capture. She witnessed the clash, then her defeat. Although she hadn't seen Jon overpower a woman before, she formed no opinion of it. She hadn't even questioned why both were nude, or whether they had just had sex.
Vanessa suffered amnesia after Miranda Drake, B.O.N.E.'s developer of the will-bending disc, tried erasing its negative effects. A glimmer of her F.U.R. exploits hadn't survived.
"Who is she?" Vanessa quietly asked as Jon gathered Misty up. The chick faintly whimpered, her eyes shut, her face resting against Jon's brawny chest. He carried her with complete ease, as though she weighed nothing.
Jon gazed at his tantalizing captive. "Someone who meant you harm. It doesn't matter.
We'll dispose of her later." He was wary of the havoc her notification caused. Although he had acted with haste, F.U.R. could be hot on his trail. Even if they weren't, B.O.N.E., from whom he had divorced himself, could be waiting in the wings, plotting his punishment for defection. When he kidnapped Vanessa Storm, he had hidden from his organization, too. "It's time for us to go."
Confused by the scene that had just occurred, but neglecting to reason with it, Vanessa simply nodded.
CHAPTER TWO
"What do you mean, the call was canceled? Hadn't it occurred to anyone to investigate the situation? That's totally unacceptable. You idiots may have imperiled one of your best agents."
Dan Ragowski terminated his telephone conversation with a sigh of disgust. The botched account furnished underscored the incompetence of those in charge. Due to their complete stupidity, Misty Worth had vanished.
The forty-four year old agent from the Male Espial Ambush Team, or M.E.A.T., hurled his cellular instrument at the wall and watched its fragments spray. He had tirelessly hunted for Vanessa Storm, who had been taken by Jon Monroe several months back. He explored every hunch, every tip, yet failed to find her. Misty came closest in pinpointing her exact location. Unfortunately, that culprit had seized her, too.
Dan hadn't foreseen another setback. He stood by, poised to join Misty at the rescue site. A while ago, he had returned from the gym and two nonstop hours with the body-conditioning machines and a quick shower. He went for a change of clothes when F.U.R. contacted him. Their subsequent message heightened his frustration. Victory had seemed all too close.
Female laughter sounded in the background. Dan took his time, pulling on a new sports shirt and athletic shorts. He retained his trimness through the years and found positive affirmation in his firm abdominals, muscular limbs and well-built chest. His hairline might have receded, but didn't spoil his popularity with the women. Flocking to him, they apparently favored his rugged, Polish features.
The giggling belonged to two wanderlust chicks for whom he'd taken pity and shared his ample living quarters. They lazed in his guest bed, their mouth-watering nudity spread across the sheets. He recalled their menage a trois a few nights ago. The two had taken turns climbing on top of him and straddle-fucking themselves silly. Neither ran out of steam, despite the high orgasm count. A procession of pussy and tongue kept him dazed until he erupted over their lovely faces.
Dan had spent considerable time at the M.E.A.T. command center, accessing its extensive computer database. Their recent upgrade of complex equipment promised enhanced search capability. M.E.A.T. and F.U.R. agents were planted throughout the country, escalating their attempt. Dan realized it was a last ditch effort before both organizations would withdraw their troops and abort the mission. They could feasibly commit resources for a limited time before a new assignment would displace it. Dan hated to see them desert Vanessa, but recognized that they had exhausted all conceivable avenues.
Upon pushing back the door, Dan found Stephanie licking Crystal. The flow of that sinuous tongue instantly aroused him. He watched the raven-haired beauty trace those pink cunt lips, then probed that lush groove. The sensational blonde receiving those artistic darts arched her spine, clasped her partner's head and hankered for more.
His brain ordered him to get into his car, drive to headquarters and meet with the investigative team. His body, however, responded to those devilish females. They helped him forget his recent disappointment-at least, for the moment.
Stephanie emitted a distinct mewl when Dan skimmed her plush butt cheeks. His immense hand easily dwarfed those compact buns. He couldn't ignore them; they were heavenly. Her silky legs, thrown apart, revealed moist brown wisps. Eating Crystal definitely excited her. He could see and smell the evidence. The scent of cunt nectar wafted, setting abuzz his taste buds.
Crystal, recovering from her bout with Stephanie's expert tip, remarked, "Get naked with us, baby. We could use a man."
"I hadn't planned on staying," he muttered while Stephanie, turning from Crystal's moistened snatch, stroked his thigh. The rash of tingles caused him to grit his teeth. "It was only supposed to be a pit stop."
"You caught Stephanie with the goods in her mouth," Crystal purred. She fingered her saliva-drenched folds. Stephanie's foamy spit oozed from her pussy. "Wouldn't you like some, too?"
Stephanie outlined his massive boner in his shorts. "I would say so."
Dan groaned. Their enticement diluted his aggravation. He couldn't run out on them in his inflamed condition, anyway. They neatly dismantled any excuse he could conceivably manufacture.
Stephanie pulled off his shorts while Crystal kissed him. Her tongue slithered into his mouth while those ticklish fingers streamed over him. She heavily exhaled over his crotch, stirring his pubes. Hot air, hitting his cock, increased his rigidity. He couldn't see what was happening. Crystal's lips pressed him, her tongue exploring his oral depths. She slipped under his shirt and caressed his chest. Her thumb circled his nipple, then dashed across. He sustained a rush from her flick. She additionally fondled his well-defined pecs.
Stephanie smiled at the big thing. Dan was huge, his cock-likely measuring ten inches. Her general preference was cunt, but a confident man sporting that kind of equipment won her over.
She smothered his domed head with her lips. Immediately, he trembled. Gradually, she took more, rubbing the large vein of his underside. He throbbed in her mouth, reacting to her vigorous reception. Humming against him, she descended that rock-hard shaft.
Dan groaned as he dipped into Stephanie's throat. His dick slowly entered that hot vacuum. Conscious of his size, she did not try to take him fast. Those lips locked around him, sealing him in heat and moisture. He could scarcely respond to Crystal, given that quality of suction.
He broke free of Crystal's sizzling kiss. His cock protruded from Stephanie's rippling mouth, her saliva glazing him. She lightly ran her teeth over his plump knob, showed him a flash of pink, and then reabsorbed him. Those slender fingers fondling his balls sent wonderful chills through him.
Crystal cupped his head and steered him between her legs. He approached that wet snatch with a pounding heart. Without hesitation, he pierced it with his tongue. Her fingers gripped his head. Through her aimless pattern, he perceived her enjoyment.
He tasted Stephanie's salivary presence while blending his. The svelte brunette had thoroughly licked that sugary crevice. Crystal's pussy melted in his mouth. He mouthed the nectar-rich flaps, drawing the sap from them. That liquid treat went down just fine.
Crystal, swinging a leg, sat on his face. Those tanned thighs flanked his gulping expression. She moved her ass with imagination, bearing down as needed while pursuing that gratifying extremity. He gripped those sumptuous buttocks and pulled them flush.
Stephanie sucked him deep into her throat. Her lips slid up and down his stiff cock, taking him in eager mouthfuls. He gave her so much to eat. She swallowed carefully, making sure he didn't cut off her air supply. Dan's thickness was a considerable undertaking, yet she overcame the obstacle.
After drenching him, she lapped his balls. That velvet pouch dripped from her meticulous wetdown. She lavishly tongued him, causing a storm of tremors, then massaged him with her moist lips. A profusion of tiny bubbles trickled down his tall shaft. She wiped them clean, then kissed his sac. That single peck brought him to a stand. His vividly distended veins reflected a severely riled condition.
Dan delved into Crystal's moist furrow and extracted the honey. He sponged the juices that leaked from her hole. Golden curls framed those tasty lips. He reached for more, extending to the back of her heated loins. Crystal's excitement flowed into his mouth.
Stephanie, horny beyond reason, mounted Dan. Gazing at that upright cock, she couldn't resist sitting on it. The wide head pushed apart her cunt lips. That hard dick gradually filled her. "Oh, God," she cried out, working him into her. Dan climbed up her middle, making it physically apparent that a real man was between her legs. Her lips rounded as he dug into her, slicing through her quivering layers. Deliriously, she swiveled her hips, taking every last bit of him. Her writhing didn't stop, even when her ass met his saliva-coated balls. She squirmed on the flesh she just slobbered. Containing his giant cock, after he had been in her mouth, afforded a steep charge.
After fitting him into her snug pussy, she began adjusting to his imposing mass. He was still a lot to fuck, but she adapted. Up and down that saliva-slick monster she went, relishing the friction. Her moist folds split apart when taking that thick cock. Her breath came faster as she humped him.
God, she loved jamming the most excited part of him in her snatch. Clutching her stomach, she could feel the pleasant movement of cock and bit her bottom lip.
Dan groaned as those moist walls enclosed him. He loved the wet, silky crunch. His dick, greased by her recent sucking, moved fluently through her cunt. His knees came up and his bristly thighs provided her a backrest. Lifting himself, he met her oncoming snatch. The connection was sweet. They both gasped and shuddered when linked.
Stephanie rode him for a few minutes, building a satisfying momentum, before she pulled Crystal into her arms. Her blonde lover basked on Dan's face. Their nipples touched and sparked. She hugged Crystal to her, sucking on her neck, nibbling on her ear, and finally exploring her open mouth with her tongue. Jarred from her reverie, Crystal exchanged flicks.
Crystal swept down Stephanie's spine while feeling Dan's tongue and hot breath below. He revolved around her clit, then rinsed it in foam. She rocked between his chin and nose, staying centered.
Crystal groped Stephanie while they kissed. The brunette quivered while impaled on Dan. She appreciated the tiny tremors that riddled her. Crystal also grew sweaty and restless when that big cock was inside her.
Scooping together her tits, Crystal played with them. Stephanie's nipples were really stiff. They pulsated beneath her fingertips. She pinched each, then clasped those pert breasts. Her skin was lustrous and exquisite.
Crystal reached behind Stephanie and clasped her firm buttocks. Traveling lower, she grazed the protruding portion of Dan. She skimmed the wide trunk and taut sac. Dan burrowed into that squishy opening, totally packing it.
God, she thought, the same man pleasured them.
Highly aroused, Crystal pushed down on his mouth. His tongue speared her cunt. Puckering her flesh, he wiggled into her soaked crevice. That squirming mass filled her, spiraling downward, then returning to brush her clit.
"Yeah," she murmured, shivering. "Lick me. Lick my pussy."
Simultaneously, the babes made the bed-springs squeak. The slamming force of their bodies and the intensity of desire produced an echo.
Crystal came fast. Dan's speedy tongue led her to a strong orgasm. She spasmed violently against his throttling tongue. Sweat dripped from her swollen nipples and fell onto Dan. Giving herself a tweak, she purred from the rush. Only an older and experienced man could have brought that kind of satisfaction.
Weakly, Crystal dismounted his face. Stephanie appeared to be humping her way to a throat-aching climax. Her girlfriend moved with purpose, plunging on that stiff cock. Those slippery cunt noises perked her ears. Crystal thought about the pussy juices cascading down his hard thing.
She crawled behind Stephanie and licked her secretions from Dan's dick and balls. Stephanie's copious leakage dampened him. Taking a cock in her pussy, rather than a tongue or dildo, made it extremely wet. Again, Crystal credited Dan's delicious masculinity to that result.
Dan, dragging air into his lungs, had been studying Stephanie's bouncing boobs and ecstatic expression when Crystal slurped him. She washed his shaft and pouch in a tingling sweep. The flames crackled in his groin at her spirited dance.
Stephanie reacted more profoundly to Crystal's ardent lapping. Her blonde girlfriend, lashing her hot buttons, launched a chain reaction. Those swirling licks with Dan embedded finished her off.
Dan, huffing and puffing, collected Stephanie and flipped her on her back. Covering her with his man's body, he seriously pumped her. He needed badly to cum.
Crystal caressed his flexing buttocks as he plowed into her girlfriend. She could see his cock expanding her snatch as he drove into it. His width put tremendous demand on her narrow lips. Stephanie's snug folds squeezed those puffy veins. His balls swatted her inner thighs.
Dan fucked Stephanie so vigorously, the bed pitched. Crystal could feel his male energy with every thrust. His rough strokes lasted for the duration of her orgasm. He shoved her head and shoulders into a pile of pillows when ramming into her.
Eventually, he sat on his haunches. Perspiration drizzled from his brow, neck and chest. He had been close to cumming, then decided to hold back. Crystal looked like she wanted more, but from whom, he wasn't sure. Priding himself capable of going the length, he waited. Sure enough, she climbed onto Stephanie's sweltering flesh without dislodging him. That small, shapely ass abutted his groin and sporadically bumped him. Crystal evidently wanted to experience the brunette's orgasmic joy. He discerned the sound of cunt flesh moistly meeting, and watched the two women cling through his veil of sweat.
Hmmmm, he thought, maintaining an eye on that wriggling tush.
Crystal inserted her cunt-saturated tongue into Stephanie's mouth. The brunette freely accepted her gift and sucked her own juices.
Dan withdrew from Stephanie and slid into Crystal. She moaned as his cock sank into her tight crevice. In and out of that cunt, he sawed. He lazily fucked her, savoring her juicy grip. Her pussy was equally tight, affording him the desired crunch. Grunting, he smashed the whole thing between those sopping lips.
Stephanie hugged Crystal, enjoying her delightful shaking. She could feel the pleasure she received from Dan's deep slide. Crystal's blue eyes glazed over as his cock tunneled into her.
"Yes, baby," she whispered, peering into those blue pupils. "Don't you like his big thing in your snatch?"
Moaning, Crystal nodded.
Dan bounced off Crystal's buttocks, enjoying the change in pussy. For an old crock like himself to please two chicks in their early twenties, he was proud. He enjoyed their feverish response, their yearning for yet another round. The cock he pounded into them was every bit as rigid as that of a man half his age.
Crystal's moaning turned him on. He liked making her moan with his dick. Her squeals soon culminated into throaty gasps, then orgasmic screams. He slammed into those firm butt cheeks, filling her cunt.
"Yeah," he grunted, smacking into her backside. "Yeah."
"Ohhhh."
Crystal, besieged with chills, couldn't kiss Stephanie. She looked a wreck, her hair mussed and her eyes shiny. Stephanie drooled over Crystal's disheveled appearance. Dan's penetrating strokes tamed that blonde filly.
After abundantly satisfying her, he plunged into Stephanie. Her sodden cunthole easily received him. She whimpered as he reopened her, then began responding. Crystal was still climax-ridden when Stephanie shoved her snatch at him.
"Yes," Stephanie sobbed, closing her eyes. Her lips quivered as he stuck himself far into her hot squish. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhh."
Crystal, dazed, panted on top of Stephanie. She weighed her down with her pelvis. Even in the throes of pleasure, she sought control. Stephanie gasped from Dan's splitting thrust, then from Crystal's adjacent clit.
Dan hadn't decided whom he wanted to cum inside of. Both afforded him a luscious squeeze.
Crystal rolled off of Stephanie with a sigh, then coaxed Dan out of her cunt. Gathering her wits, Stephanie helped guide him on her back. They arranged himself between his legs and sucked his cock.
Dan groaned. Two sets of lips ran his length in a frenzy. They devoured his stout helmet, the vein-laden sides and his balls. He couldn't prevent the gush of hot cum that spurted from his tip and showered them with jism.
"Christ," he muttered, splashing their faces.
The two young women licked his creamy splatter from their cheeks, lips and chin. Scooping all evidence of him with their tongues, they came together for an open-mouth kiss. Their throat muscles twitched, signifying the sharing of jism.
Dan, grinning, fell back on the pillow.
CHAPTER THREE
"So," Morgana Finch said, scanning the news from her computer screen, "he's taken a hostage-a F.U.R. agent, no less. How typical. The man is highly predictable, a creature of habit."
"He's shown a preference for the women of that organization," noted her partner, Greg Newton. "I would agree with his consistency."
Morgana proudly nodded. "I was correct from the start. The man relinquished his post, seized that buxom agent for his pet and faded from sight. He might believe himself invisible, but I've tagged him. His whereabouts are no mystery to me. We were once lovers. I've known him only too well."
Greg couldn't resist teasing her. "Are you a woman scorned, Morgana, or simply one starved for a promotion?"
The curvaceous brunette accepted his dig. "Figure it out, Greg. We're officers of B.O.N.E. Advancement is earned, not gifted. I would have commanded the disc operation if Randy Reynolds hadn't muscled his way through. Now that F.U.R. and M.E.A.T. put our former captain behind bars, there's still a chance."
"This discs are a dead issue. They've ceased production."
Morgana gave nothing away. "True, creation of the truth-distilling gadget has gone by the wayside, but our scientists are on the verge of introducing something far more effective."
Greg's interest rose. "What have they concocted? Tell me."
Morgana maintained her sauciness. "It's top secret. Only a privileged few have the details."
He strolled behind the voluptuous woman and gripped her shoulders. Her perfumed scent riled his senses. "You can't divulge a pearl like that and withhold the rest," he whispered.
Morgana smirked. "Are we in a begging mood? You'll have to do much better than that."
Greg disliked when she withheld information. She usually had something up her sleeve when she spoke in that fashion. One was rarely certain what she had stored in her bag of tricks. Her brilliance alone accelerated her to the rank of lieutenant. She had hardly been modest about her yen for elevation.
Morgana's rise hinged upon her proving Jon Monroe's desertion. He stood next in line to follow the deposed Randy Reynolds. B.O.N.E. questioned his loyalty, but hadn't rendered judgment. Should her smear-campaign succeed, the title was hers to claim.
Conversely, a miscalculation on Morgana's part would draw criticism from her superiors, at which Greg could theoretically snare it. He had plotted her downfall for months, waiting for just the chance to yank the carpet from under her feet.
"We're privy to the same classified items," he said, nibbling on her ear. "You ought to share this latest invention with me."
Her first inclination was to ignore Greg Newton. Teasing him was fun. She enjoyed having him at her mercy, listening to his pleas for the valuable tidbits she'd uncovered. She couldn't, however, simply discount his sex appeal. Greg represented six-foot-two of pure man. His blond hair, flecked with gold, framed virile features. His bedroom-blue eyes stirred and compelled her.
His teeth raked her ear lobe. She shivered. "Why should I do that?" she softly asked.
Slowly, he palmed her large breasts. The plunging top she wore opened, spilling them from captivity. Her lack of a bra excited him. Those big tits needed restraint. He clenched his teeth when stroking her thick stubs. She whimpered at his tweak.
"Christ, you're hot, Morgana.
Her head tilted to the side, offering her nape. He descended upon it, caressing it with his lips. Leisurely, he spun her around and feasted upon her exposed bosom. He'd seen her naked before, but the spontaneity of the moment eclipsed all previous ventures.
Morgana's emerald pupils intrigued him. She had cat's eyes, which had an exotic slant. Her sensual lips were designed for pleasure. In gazing at her, he perceived no objection to his liberty taken of disrobing her.
She had long, pink-painted fingernails that enhanced her sexiness. Raking his broad shoulders, she moaned.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her luscious fragrance. Her female essence made him rock-hard. He bulged in his pants while mouthing that vulnerable section. Originally, he meant to arouse her, but got heated up, too. She writhed against his pucker while groping him. Her fingers raced over his stiffened cock, dispensing tiny jolts. She palmed his throbbing member, feverishly working him. He groaned as pre-cum oozed from his tip and dampened his briefs.
"Oh, yeah," he panted.
They forgot they were in the computer lab, where discovery was a definite risk. Their subordinates, touring the various floors of the building, could find them. Neither cared. Desire burned through them like liquid fire.
Greg trailed passionate kisses from her throat to those enlarged nipples, then sucked one. He mildly scraped it with his teeth while adding spit. His tongue swirled over her nub, urging growth.
Morgana, leaning against the desk, sobbed and shivered.
He peeled off the rest of her outfit, and soon had her naked. Saliva bridged from his sucking lips to that pointed end. She gasped and swallowed when his mouth left her.
Proceeding down her front, he licked his way to her snatch. His wriggling tip circled her navel, pausing for a quick dab. When his nose went through her brown bush, he sniffed. The dizzying aroma of love dew came. He opened her pussy with his tongue, then dove into it.
"Oh, God." She sucked air through her teeth and held it several beats. He probed her juicy groove, extending to her spongy core. The excitement he generated rose through her body. Her nipples hardened at his prolonged drill. She clenched at his stimulating movement.
Greg's mouth filled with her sweet nectar. He sipped from those dilated folds, rinsing her flavor over his palate. Some pussies tasted good, but Morgana's was naturally sweet. He scooped the honey from those delectable flaps, smacking his lips.
Morgana glanced at his tongue lazily caressing her pussy before her head lobbed. Her vision doubled as he lapped her cunt.
Greg noted her disorientation and sought to profit from it. He slowed his oral assault. "What is B.O.N.E. planning to release?" he slyly prompted.
Morgana was hardly in a condition to explain. He orbited her clit, threatening to subject her to a throat-numbing ordeal. Gripping the edge of the desk, she fed him her pussy. His lips rolled over her sodden patch, then locked. The suction was incredible. He siphoned her moisture with each pull. Roughly, he brushed her agitated flesh, constantly reminding her that she was inside a man's mouth.
Greg yearned for her to divulge B.O.N.E.'s latest technological advancement, but settled for a little sexual bribery. They'd fucked a few times before. Morgana had previously sampled the package. She knew the goods were top quality.
He secured her sodden flaps with his thumbs and slurped them. Pushing his nose into that brown nest, he sucked her for all he was worth. Her squeals of joy pleased him. He wanted to drive her out of her mind, and from her dazed look, he could essentially taste victory. Gasping, she pressed her snatch to his face. He enclosed her shapely buns, anchoring himself to that mound.
She probably never had head that good, he suspected. He channeled his artistic efforts into every arresting lick. After he made her cum, he'd grill her again. The nature of B.O.N.E.'s fiendish devices always fascinated him. He was dying to learn about what was currently in production.
Once he knew, he'd blame Morgana for the leakage-along with a list of other accusations that would ultimately discredit her. He would exploit her betrayal to the highest ranking officer and see to her discharge.
He drank thirstily from her pussy, gulping that tangy nectar. Grasping that luscious ass, he pressed her flush to his rippling mouth. Her juices sprinkled his flapping tongue.
Morgana, propped by her elbows, slid forward on the desk. Her dark hair tumbled in a heap, her green eyes sparkled and her luxuriant lips quaked. She looked a delectable mess. Her hips pivoted as he lashed her honey-laced loins. "Yeah, oh, yeah," she chanted, her cool deteriorating beneath his splendor-giving stroke. "Ohhhhh." Biting her bottom lip, she shook convulsively.
Binding his lips to her tremulous flesh, he derived joy from her wrenching climax. Morgana, riddled with contractions, thrashed against his mouth. He sucked the fluid from that sticky snatch. , Greg couldn't contain his lust another second. Morgana's orgasm affected him. He yanked down his zipper and whipped out his cock. She cried out as his plump helmet spread those lips and sank into her shivering center.
"Oh, God," she yelped, taking all he had. He lowered his dick into her wet, wanting hole. Gritting her teeth, she surrendered to that hard mass filling her pussy. Her eyes shut before his golden pubes meshed with her dark ones and his balls smashed her sopping entrance. "That feels so good."
Greg, grabbing her ankles, pushed her across the surface of the desk. Her head abutted the keyboard to the computer. The mop of brown hair nearly hid her beautiful face. Lifting those sleek legs, he lunged into her hot loins. He cunt smoothly received him. Every bit of his beating member jammed her cunt. He retained himself in her pulsing depths, then partially withdrew. Her pussy had awesome gripping power. He stroked her slowly, fighting the urge to pound. Morgana gradually responded and fucked back.
"Yeah," she whimpered. "Oh yeah."
Greg could have quickly cum, yet the craving for knowledge controlled him.
"Is B.O.N.E. reviving the disc?" he slyly asked. "Or have they concocted something far more brutal?"
Morgana eluded his gaze. She concentrated on pushing herself at his oncoming dick. Her pussy carefully milked him, the flaps catching his skin and affording him a pleasurable pinch. Dislodging himself, he kept moving and groaned from their siphoning strength.
"God," he muttered, overwhelmed by the reward her cunt provided. He crammed himself into that sopping hole, almost getting off from its tingling tension. Those pink lips wrapped his burrowing shaft, giving their squeezing love. He pumped her faster, assuming a gratifying pace. "Give it to me, baby. Give me that tight pussy."
He would get her to do as he wished. She could be managed through sex.
Morgana moaned strongly from his quick pumping action. Having escalated to a diligent speed, he madly pumped her. The loud, juicy gulps that snatch took of him kindled a raging fire. After studying his uniform entry, he noted the twist of her cunt lips and fucked her a little harder. Eventually, stopping was not an option.
Sweat cropped his brow. He peered into those emerald eyes while their groins collided. She moaned and perspired, submitting to his hungry thrusts. Her folds locked him, rubbing him all the way to the stem. His balls whacked her ass.
He dragged her to him by the ankles. Her lips widened, then her tongue skimmed their lush borders as he hammered into that hot squish. Her tits shook with each penetrating slam, the nipples flicking its drops. His lunging was accompanied by a low, guttural cry as he hastened to unburden himself. That pussy screamed for his drenching release.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, nearly blinded from the sweat. His face was awash from that salty trickle.
She nodded with her eyes closed. He could feel her reaching for orgasm. Those cuntal walls steadily stroked him, taking what they needed. Her tremors culminated into violate quaking.
"Yes," she shrieked, committing to the sensation. "Oh, yes. Yes, baby. Do it."
Greg furiously spurted into that vibrating snatch. His cock twitched within her spongy boundaries, flooding her with cum. He howled in abandon as he emptied himself. Relief glutted him.
"Whew," he muttered, waiting for his heart to resume a normal beat. He withdrew his cock and ignored the creamy goo pouring from her dark pink, freshly fucked lips. The volume of jism didn't surprise him; he hadn't had pussy for several days. "Oh, baby, you were so good."
He tried dispelling the fog that clouded his mind. Morgana's squeeze brought a lasting tingle. Gasping, he stroked his still-hard shaft, and considered putting it back in for more. He kneaded his dick, causing his tip to ooze the rest of that white stuff.
"I think I need you again," he muttered, contemplating another round of body-slamming sex. Without looking, he reached for her ankles. The rivulets continued to affect his vision.
Morgana had moved. He wiped away the stream just before the metal object grazed his upper arm. A fierce static shock jarred his entire body. He yelped in pain and nursed the afflicted area.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" he growled, massaging it. A fever overtook him, along with a strange commotion ravaging his nervous system.
"Did you take me for a fool?" she asked, glaring at him. "Trying to obtain forbidden information from me at my weakest moment, eh? I've known your plot all along. Your motives are transparent, Greg."
Greg's condition grew worse. "What's happening to me?"
"That was a taste of B.O.N.E.'s newest weapon, and you are the sacrificial lamb," she said. "It's a modified version of F.U.R.'s stun-vibrator, but instead of knocking you out, it's going to throw you at my mercy. You will honestly answer each of my questions."
"You bitch," he growled as his pores exuded fresh sweat. He dropped into a chair, distrusting his balance. The wave of queasiness would not abate. "God damn you, bitch."
She took pleasure in his stupefaction. Contortions snarled his handsome face. She watched him uselessly fight the delirium that invariably seized him. The charge dispensed by the Mind Zapper attacked his faculties and would place him in a more contributory frame. The scientists at B.O.N.E., displeased with the formidable task of pinning the metal disc to the forehead, saw the abrupt touch of the metal device as superior. The discs were deemed cumbersome and old hat.
She patiently waited until Greg fully sank into a foggy state. A low groan bubbled from this throat. His blue eyes were seen through slits and his breathing was still labored. Slumped in the seat, naked with his legs thrown apart, she sniffed her pussy juice on his limp cock. The Mind Zapper had done its job.
She hopped on the desk and crossed her slim, tanned legs. A sinister smile creased her lips. Turning the tables on him presented a delicious moment. "Your ass is mine, baby. You were going to embarrass me in front of the committee, weren't you?"
Mechanically, he nodded.
"Describe your plan."
He confessed, in fragmented sentences, how he contrived pinning the blame on her before B.O.N.E.'s new weapon surfaced. Supplying fake blueprints to M.E.A.T. and F.U.R., warning them of their latest invention would spell her undoing. He ended his revelation with a strong desire to assume Randy Reynolds' post.
"That won't happen, baby," she said, laughing in his face. "Upon awakening, you won't have the same confidence. It'll take months to fully recover, and when you do, I'll be in position-and you'll be shipped to Antarctica."
Greg, with leaden limbs, grumbled while she disclosed her strategy. Exuding a drenching sweat, he struggled to remain conscious through her gloating announcement. Christ, he could feel that stunning jolt down to his bones.
Morgana cackled. When the electrical dosage wore off, the episode would be scrapped from his memory. Greg would be a meek creature, useless for militant action. B.O.N.E. would immediately put the man out to pasture. For his duplicity, he would suffer a severe punishment.
She, conversely, would reign supreme. Already, she had hundreds of the Mind Zappers commissioned for assembly. B.O.N.E. would systematically release them to select groups, allowing the organization to reclaim control over the world.
Her interrogation ended, she waited for the introductory shock to fade. Greg stirred in his seat, gasping. She noted the new erection he sported. As with the mind-controlling disc, the Mind Zapper bore the same side effect. The victim fiercely craved sex.
His head continued to rest against the back of the chair. His eyes glistened, his mouth taut. Silently, he beckoned her.
She put a finger to the bulbous head. His dick stood upright, ready to take her again. "Sorry, Greg. You'll have to find a substitute. I have too much to do. Perhaps one of the chicks in the infirmary will relieve you of your next load."
Greg stroked his cock. His fist slid over his cunt-greased shaft, sending pleasure through his groin.
Morgana smirked. It had been good, but there were other men. She had to lay the foundation for a new rebellion, and had no time for cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Misty Worth sluggishly climbed out of the black hole into which she'd fallen. Gingerly, she massaged her tender throat. She recalled Jon Monroe securing her with his forearm, then hurtling her into darkness. She hadn't any other option but to succumb. No amount of her strength could have displaced his powerful limb. He knew there could be only one outcome, given his masculine strength. A frail woman, she couldn't have competed.
That bastard, she grimly thought while taking stock of her surroundings. The room had no window, only a bed and a chest of drawers. She presumed the contents had been emptied.
She sat up, her brain whirring with ideas. Somehow, she had to return to her car for her hidden stash of weapons. For her rescue mission, she had come dutifully equipped.
As though she'd been monitored, the door opened. Vanessa, still in her eye-popping bikini, slipped inside and shut it.
Misty's heart fluttered at the sight of the voluptuous redhead. She prayed her old friend had come back to her senses. Her empty facial cast alarmed her.
Misty, measuring her words, treaded carefully. Her instincts clicked into place. She had no way of knowing whether the room was actually wired for sound. Bugging devices came in all shapes and sizes. "Vanessa, are you alone?"
Those eyes resembled green ice, her lips full and sensual. After a close examination, she nodded. The sympathy she projected offered hope.
Misty asked, "Where is Jon?"
"He went for food. Are you all right? I was afraid he'd hurt you."
Misty sighed. Vanessa almost seemed normal. Her show of concern was positive feedback. "No, I'm fine. Listen, you've got to get me out of here."
"I'm afraid that's impossible." She touched her arm. "What's your name? I'm afraid I don't know you."
Her optimism was shattered. "What's he done to you?"
Vanessa couldn't remember Jon remotely employing force. She believed him peaceful until witnessing his savage treatment of the dark-haired young woman. The image of her limp, naked body in his arms burned in her mind. In that case, he'd hardly been the gentleman.
Misty gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. "You don't remember who you are. These people have robbed you of your memory with their horrid devices."
Vanessa, disliking Misty's brusque handling and sharp tone, pulled away from her. "Would you kindly explain yourself? There appears to be huge gaps in what I can remember."
Whole chunks of her life were missing. Misty couldn't calculate the damage the mind-bending discs had caused. Overwhelming her with the facts seemed improper. Vanessa needed to be supplied those pieces, allowing time for them to register.
"I'll furnish you a synopsis," Misty said. "Perhaps later, I can paint you an account with detail." She told her of Randy Reynolds's enslavement of her via the disc. For months, she had done his bidding, which included drafting members of F.U.R. and M.E.A.T. into B.O.N.E.'s organization by slapping like discs on their foreheads. Shortly after M.E.A.T. bested B.O.N.E. at one of the disc production facilities, Vanessa vanished. She finished by stating, "This madness has to stop."
"It has." After the lock in the door made its affirming click, Jon Monroe quietly joined them.
Misty shrank from his touch. Her recollection of his brutal attack was much too fresh. "Stay away from me."
Jon's handsome face lacked feral signs. He strode to the bed in his swim trunks and sat beside Vanessa. "I apologize for that earlier episode, Misty. It's un-like me to subdue a woman. Your threat of bringing troops prompted that rash action. I hope you've recuperated."
Misty massaged her throat. The ache was gone, and she nodded. Having Jon near put her at unease. "Why have you taken me prisoner? Killing me would have been more efficient."
"I'm not a murderer, and I meant you no harm. I abhor violence."
Misty's dark eyes narrowed. "Liar. You abducted Vanessa. Didn't that require some muscle on your part?"
Jon spoke softly, yet without shame. "Not in the least. Randy Reynolds, if your people have accurately enlightened you, affixed the slave disc to Vanessa. I struck a bargain with Miranda Drake, developer of that device, to reverse the brainwashing. Unfortunately, what we salvaged of Vanessa wasn't the accomplished spy, but a fragile woman."
Vanessa didn't seem to comprehend what he divulged. Misty gathered that she didn't associate herself with the woman he depicted. Misty bit her bottom lip after saying, "Which translates into amnesia."
Jon wanly smiled at Vanessa. "That is correct."
A tear came to Misty's eye. "She won't ever be the same?"
"I haven't given up hope." He cleared his throat, as though relating those things had been painful to him. "I've taken her away from that destructive environment and looked for a sanctuary where her recollections might surface. B.O.N.E. wants her back, as done F.U.R. Between the two, the situation could only have gotten worse. Vanessa needs time to mend. She's suffered at the hands of demented scientists, and endured their fiendish tests. F.U.R. lacks the expertise to rebuild her mind. I'm afraid they'd tamper with the healing process and allow no chance for restoration. Perhaps you can understand my haste in overpowering you."
"You defected from B.O.N.E.? "
"I despise that organization. It's foisted destructive gadgets on the world and caused anguish. Yes, I abandoned my post when fleeing with Vanessa."
"If found, B.O.N.E. would punish you."
"More than-likely."
Misty no longer saw him as the bad guy. His tone smacked of sincerity. He hadn't made Vanessa subservient to him, but rather waited out the healing period. Misty's apprehension of him dissolved. "You love her, don't you?"
Jon nodded.
She remembered the scene on the beach. Fucking him had been so hot. She mildly regretted using the stun-vibrator. Naturally, that had been before he applied that sleep-producing headlock.
Vanessa stirred beside him. Her soft lips brushed his bare shoulder. Her hand floated to his smooth, sturdy thigh, where she trailed prickling shocks. Jon couldn't help responding to her feathery touch. Her luxuriant graze pleasured him.
Vanessa immediately unfastened the strings to her bikini top and flung it. Her big tits and pink nipples mesmerized him. She had a beautiful, sexy body. Casting back her head, she invited his indulgence. She whipped her red mane over her shoulder and offered those large boobs.
Jon couldn't resist. Discounting Misty's presence, he extended his tongue for that mouth-watering nub. Bubbly spit glazed her stiff end. His foamy contact elicited Vanessa's sob. She caressed his cheek and encouraged more of his sloppy kisses.
Misty was awed by their exclusion of her. They banished her to the background and went about their fiery passion. Listening to Jon's wet sounds and Vanessa's whimpering drove her crazy. She stared down at her own body and regarded her nudity. Her nipples swelled, and love dew stuck to her dark pubes. A conspicuous agitation, which started in her groin, radiated to her extremities.
Vanessa shivered from his loving clasp. His lips caught her solid tip, then held it while his tongue thrashed. His suck intensely aroused her.
Overcome with lust, she sank on the bed and spread her sumptuous body for his disposition. Jon and Misty witnessed her unconditional surrender. The husky scent of her desire wafted. For Jon, it was the most powerful aphrodisiac on the planet.
He untied the strings to her bikini bottom. Red fur shimmered in the artificial light. Her cunt lips were sticky, the webs of desire breaking apart beneath his roving thumb. Her legs came apart as he pressed her mound.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned.
Misty watched those two melon-sized tits rise and fall and Vanessa breathed harder. She drew Jon on top, shaken by need. They wildly kissed, their cheeks bulging from tongue exploration. Jon ran his hand over her hip and sampled her firm ass cheeks. His thick fingers ran up and down her crack. After satisfying an urge to grope her, he descended to the red nest between her legs. When he lowered his tongue into that pink furrow, Misty's heart raced.
"Oh yes," Vanessa exclaimed, lifting herself to meet that flapping end. When pushing, it sank into her pussy. Her lips edged from her clenched teeth, and the hiss of released air echoed. "God."
Jon thoroughly explored that juicy pocket. He tongue-fucked her wet, wanting hole. Her snatch hungrily absorbed him upon diving into it. His wriggling kept her open and made it possible for her honey to flow into his throat. Sucking her turned him on big time. He siphoned her sugary flavor with every thirsty pull.
He looked beyond those trembling breasts as he gulped her juice. The thick nipples mirrored her inflamed condition. Smashing his lips to her cunt, he reached for her bloated nubs and enclosed them.
Vanessa whimpered at his inquisitive pinch and unwound behind his flickering tip. Jon's deep, sweeping licks undid her. She aimed her pussy at his mouth and stayed at his busy point. When he lashed her clit, she climaxed. Orgasm was quick and immediate. She welcomed the jolting relief his tongue provided.
Misty viewed the bulge in his swim briefs and remembered the fuck power of his manly cock. The outline of that monster drew her appetite. Jon had crammed the whole thing into her moist snatch and brought her to the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had. Her pussy loved sliding over that hard, penetrating dick.
Having that cock soon became a necessity. Surrendering to the urge, Misty pulled down his briefs. His dick sprang for her mouth. Without hesitation, she covered the fat head with her lips and sucked. Pre-cum that had oozed during his oral feast melted on her wriggling tongue. Her fingers coiled about his wide shaft, then guided him further into her throat. Her lip brushed his stem, and drool escaping its corner trickled to his balls.
Jon acknowledged her delectable grip, then continued plowing into Vanessa's juicy pulp. His tongue drilled into her, extracting her sugary treat. A fresh surge of nectar dredged up from her loins. He tweaked those sodden folds with his lips, getting the flavor from them.
Misty sucked him until her chin rested on his balls. Burying her nose in his brown thatch, she rubbed the back vein of his cock. Jon strongly throbbed in her mouth. Tenderly, she fondled his pouch, accentuating his satisfaction.
After Misty had sufficiently lubricated him, Jon got on his haunches and dragged Vanessa to him. Aligning his stout helmet with her pink borders, he stuffed himself inside. Her cunt expanded to accommodate his broad member. His cock noisily descended into her pussy, spearing drenched pulp. Her slick flaps captured him, bit by bit, until he was jammed in her pussy.
Misty watched those cunt lips open for that massive thing. Vanessa moaned as he curved into that moist hole. Jon's muscular buns twisted, pushing to the limit. His balls bulged at her entrance as he crammed every available inch. Some slipped from her clench, unable to stay. Jon pushed again, securing that ejected wedged. His size seemed too challenging for Vanessa. Her pussy ejected his thick trunk, unable to contain him. Smacking into her soaked loins, he repeatedly embedded himself while she expressed her wish for him to try. In that, Jon gave her more cock.
Misty watched that cock fighting for space in her wet pussy. His vein-ridden shaft immersed itself, then rose cunt-sticky. Vanessa's love sap thoroughly coated him. She inhaled its aroma and trembled. Seeing and smelling Vanessa's approval of that big cock turned her on.
Misty studied the protruding portion of Jon, dampened from Vanessa, then lowered her tongue. The honey liquefied on her wriggling tip. She smacked her lips, then glided across his manly surface for more. Using her own saliva, she washed her girlfriend's juicy evidence from his cock.
Jon groaned as Misty slithered over him. He smashed himself into Vanessa's cunt, enjoying the squishy fit, when that tickle raced along his veins. Slurp after slurp, she licked Vanessa from him. The two sensations-plunging into that wet, permeating warmth and having that meandering tip scrub him-forwarded his pleasure. The clasp of his flesh and hers had been gratifying, but the introduction of that third element added a refreshing dimension to their coupling.
He lowered his chest to those upright nipples. They stabbed his hot, sweaty flesh. Her large tits acted as shock absorbers. Hugging Vanessa to his body, he vigorously pumped her. Having her in his arms, moist and willing, made him rock-hard. Her eyes were cubes of green ice, melting before him, while he packed her pussy. Those lips twisted and widened as he sank into her. No matter how strongly he thrust, those spongy walls buffered him. The skin of his cock stretched as he drove himself to the hilt. He wanted their coupling to last.
That tongue, however, threatened his durability. He didn't think he could persevere, given its flickering torture. Misty knew all the right spots, layering him with tiny bubbles.
Misty went on lashing him, including his balls in her foamy dabs. She took note of his perceptible shiver as she devoted several swirling moments to that taut pouch. Flecks of saliva adhered to those brown hairs. Ignoring those wiry pubes, she inundated him with spit.
He paused and gasped from her frothy application.
Mmmmm, she dreamily thought. She wanted to suck all of Vanessa's pussy from his dick. Even after he popped his load, she wanted the dreamy remnants. She adored watching him fuck her, and rubbed her inflamed pussy against the bed. The rhythmical tension put a kink in her toes.
"God," Jon gasped, pounding Vanessa. He grimaced through a profusion of sweat.
Vanessa, arching her spine, took all she could of him. Jon dug deeply into her cunt, grinding her to the max. Her pussy gobbled solid cock. His dick was fat and cumbersome, but she loved it. Additionally, Misty's furtive licks spiked her lust. She lightly traced the borders of her snatch, then delved around Jon. Vanessa gritted her teeth and expelled the stagnation as that tongue wedged itself.
In either case, Vanessa wished none of it to stop.
Misty took one of Jon's balls in her mouth and sucked it. Her lips wiped a meringue conglomeration over his tightly drawn skin, then slowly vented hot air.
Jon groaned from the creative tongue activity. She washed his balls and cock while methodically removing signs of Vanessa. He enjoyed her artistic style.
Grasping Vanessa's hips, Jon hammered her ass and drove head into the pillow. Both sensations excited him beyond reason. He gave Vanessa a steady dose of cock, slicing to her mushy center. Her eyes moistened and her pussy gave a pulpous response. Although those moist membranes locked around him, he fought their slimy grip.
"I'm going to cum," Vanessa squeaked, feeling her orgasm building. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," Jon commanded, wincing above her damp features. "Cum. Do it."
Vanessa climaxed with Jon's cock buried between her legs. Misty dutifully sponged the excess. The redhead's excitement oozed around that rooted shaft. Jon rammed that convulsing hole, staying in place. Misty wiped her spurted juices from his balls, too.
Jon resisted the weakness in his groin. He had thought about finishing, but remembered he had two women to satisfy. Besides, fucking that snatch wasn't enough; he wanted her ass, too.
He withdrew from her saturated slot and stroked his stiff cock. He jutted over those shifting buttocks, soaked from spit and pussy. His dick throbbed in his fist, ready to give more pleasure. He dropped a hand over that luscious rump and separated the cheeks. Vanessa's wrinkled hole greeted him. Without dwelling upon it, he steered his glistening cockhead to that orifice and planted it.
"Oh, God," Vanessa wailed, accepting that widening pressure. She continued shuddering with ecstasy when he took her from the rear. His dick slowly entered her, permitting her time to adjust. Her lips rounded as he went deeper. Her eyes rolled into their sockets as he completed his ass-filling slide. "Ohhhh."
Jon lifted her higher, aligning himself to that butt hole, then pinned Vanessa's knees to her ears. She was spread wide, arranged for maximum penetration. He moved at a leisurely pace, savoring the clamp of her anus. Given her extended squeal, she'd made the necessary allowances.
Conquered by her lust and having witnessed that tiny ass-hole absorbing that big cock, Misty rose behind Jon. She dragged her rigid nipples along his spine. His pronounced gasp told her of his pleased reception.
No longer afraid of him, Misty groped Jon. She caressed his impressive biceps and teethed his ear lobe. Jon had a magnificent physique, certainly worthy of her admiration. She brushed his pumping buns with her furry mound. No doubt, Jon liked contact with that damp hair. Purring, she flattened herself to his backside.
Jon clenched his teeth as Misty wrapped her arms around him. She thumbed his nipples while breathing down his heaving chest. He gulped air, trying to stay focused. His dick stuck out of Vanessa ass, red from the irritation of pumping it. He crammed it back into her butt, making her moan.
Misty propelled him into Vanessa with an energetic thrust. Her feathery nest, nestled in his crack, ferociously aroused him. Pushing and panting, she leaked over his tensing bottom.
Jon loved the flow of Misty's hands while he pumped Vanessa. The chick drove him insane. Her exertions to fit him in that quivering butt almost had him at the point of spewing. She petted his nipples with her long nails, sending thrilling jolts through his system. The jism rumbled in his balls.
"Give her ass your whole cock," Misty delicately dictated. "Let those tight buns taste your excitement."
"Damn!" She compelled him to obey. Jon sank into Vanessa's hot cheeks, assisted by Misty. He surrendered to the urgent push of her fluffy mound.
His groin pressed Vanessa's warm, damp flesh. His balls thumped against her ass as he reached far into that lush chasm. The temptation to explode gripped him. He shook it off, only to find it gnawing at his stamina.
Abruptly, he turned and grabbed Misty. Their mouths hungrily came together. Her tongue fought its way inside his cheeks, roaming him. He returned the fervor while dragging her in front of him. Without disconnecting himself, he placed her over Vanessa's face and pushed down.
Jon's lips muffled Misty's sob as Vanessa's tongue inched into her juicy crevice. She hadn't expected oral invasion by her redheaded comrade. She continued kissing Jon while rising and falling on that wriggling tip.
Jon felt the air compress from Misty's lungs as she rode Vanessa's face. That cunt-piercing tongue made the brunette agent uncontrollably moan. Vanessa gladly ate her nectar-rich pussy while he fucked her ass.
Misty gasped for air. Vanessa's licks overheated her. The sudden flutter threw her into a spin. Her thoughts were askew with each fresh flicker.
Jon listened to the sucking noises drifting beneath Misty. Vanessa's red hair unfurled over the pillow and behind Misty's writhing body was all he could see. Clutching her shoulders, he held her in position. Jon pumped Vanessa several minutes longer, letting his dick massage her sphincter. The alternating pressure appeared to be pleasantly exciting for her. He maintained a close eye on Misty, who neared the end of her joyous journey. Judging from her convulsive sway, Vanessa almost finished with her.
"Are you ready to cum?" he whispered after their lips parted. "Are you going to cum all over Vanessa's face?"
With her eyes shut, Misty nodded.
Misty buckled against Vanessa's sucking mouth. Her bottom lip stroked her puffy folds. Her torrent of juices poured down her throat. Vanessa gulped her tart lubricant as it trickled.
"Oh, God," Misty murmured, the blood draining from her face. She did not try fleeing that startling tongue and authorized its delivering her to paradise. She weakened from the lavish assault until undone by the violent contractions. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Misty would have collapsed in a heap if it hadn't been for Jon's powerful hands. He propped her while she thrashed in splendor. She vibrated roughly, unable to reclaim her wits.
Jon tried taming the voltage running its course through her body. "Be still," he sternly commanded. He pulled out of Vanessa and rested on his haunches. His dick swayed in the air, pumped with excitement.
Vanessa sat up and embraced him. She inserted her cunt-saturated tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste and breathe Misty's female essence. They kissed while he gleaned Misty's unique spice from Vanessa's saliva. Vanessa grabbed his cock and stroked him during their affectionate exchange.
Even while kissing Vanessa, Jon turned Misty about. Pleasantly dazed, Misty deferred to his masculine strength. She bent over on elbow and knee, presenting him her velvety crescents.
Vanessa targeted Misty's butt hole while massaging Jon. She worked his stout knob into that tiny hole until he fully descended. Jon's heart drummed while she drove him between those compact cheeks.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, engulfed by her dark heat. Hard cock packed her rectum. He sensed no protestation on her part. Her acceptance of his ample girth further provoked him. "Yeah. Take me."
Misty let him in-all eight inches. Relaxing herself, she provided the essential room to hold him. Her rectum adapted to his manly proportions.
Having assisted with Misty's penetration, Vanessa crawled under her. Gently, Vanessa licked Misty's clit while watching Jon's rigid shaft sawing into her ass.
Misty whimpered at the teamwork of that tongue and cock. She dropped over Vanessa, thirsty for her cunt nectar. Fastening her mouth over that succulent patch, she sucked her fur-framed crevice. She yearned to make that seductive redhead peak again.
Jon lazily pumped Misty, realizing that if he hurried, he'd shoot. He burrowed into those cute cheeks and silently enjoyed that the switch in ass had indeed been sweet. Swapping Vanessa's rear for Misty's triggered a new commotion in his loins.
Jon, watching his dick entering her posterior, asked, "Does it feel good?"
Misty swallowed roughly. "Oh, yeah."
He caught the gleam in her dark eyes as he pumped her. She spoke the truth. He could feel his positive vibrations in every stroke.
Misty moaned while Jon fucked and Vanessa licked. She loved the way his cock filled her butt. Taking that much didn't make her sore-not with Vanessa orally attending the ache. She took her mouth off that red-framed pussy and gasped. "Oh, yeah, suck me."
To hear her say that caused a hot searing in his balls. Jon grappled with the clenching power of her anus. Glancing at that taut rim pressing against his cock was more than he could feasibly handle. Popping off within those butt cheeks became imperative.
Through a profusion of sweat, he watched the chicks get each other off. The constant tugging on his dick eroded his resistance. He slipped from Misty's ass just as the jism rocketed from his balls.
"Arghhhh," he growled, splattering those shapely buttocks. "Arghh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
Wasted, the babes collapsed into a tangle of hair and limbs. Vanessa's green eyes glimmered as she fell away from Misty's crotch, her face smeared with cunt juice. Webs of love dew linked Vanessa's sticky snatch to Misty's lips.
Jon squeezed the hot goo from his cock and dribbled it onto her silky flesh. He could still feel the clench of her anus, milking him. Lightheaded and physically depleted, he lay over them.
Misty, more compliant than ever, snuggled up to the two of them. She understood what had happened, and what must happen in order for Vanessa to retrieve her past.
CHAPTER FIVE
After spending considerable time reviewing the agreement, Allan Black scribbled his signature on the dotted line. His attorney witnessed his scrawl, then presented the binding contract to the counter parties.
"Gentlemen," Dave Rossow declared upon rereading, "I believe we have a deal."
Allan Black broke into a smile. "Champagne for all. Let us toast to the future."
The marriage between the software and hardware giants had been privately conducted in the executive suite of a lavish hotel. Merging had been a lengthy, cumbersome process that began nearly a year before, with explorative dialogue, and climaxed with the officiating signatures.
Martek, known for their sophisticated computer chips, had long been attracted to Data-Safe, encryption software specialists. Most major corporations adopted the multi-layer password protected programs created by Data-Safe as their standard. Martek, conversely, competed for market share on the high-speed performance processors demanded by network servers. To coin an old phrase, it was a match made in heaven.
Both men, in their early thirties, had seen their company's growth from inception. The decision to unite came after much deliberation. Neither wished their efforts to be sabotaged by the other. Because they found no duplication, they happily concluded that their services complemented each other.
Inevitably, they were pleased with the result.
"May we speak alone?" Allan requested of Dave after the Dom Perignon had been poured.
"Naturally."
The two men adjourned to a remote room, where they were afforded the desired seclusion. The sounds of merriment emanating from the front portion of the suite were greatly reduced when shutting the heavy oak door.
"Have you inspected the latest draft of our blueprint?" Allan asked.
"Indeed, I have. You've incorporated a spot for the encryption software on the processing chip, rather than having it exist on the hard drive."
Allan spoke animatedly. No other computer giant had created an equivalent product. Unauthorized entry would result in an automatic lockup. Nobody could bypass its complicated password structure and operate the system. He was on the brink of applying for the copyright. The contract had to be negotiated before he could proceed. Naturally, the matter was kept under the strictest confidence. "This will be a tremendous breakthrough for us, an advancement in technology like no one has seen. If we could just-"
The door flew open and a man strode toward them. Three stunning women followed. Allan glanced at Dave, who looked dubious as to their abrupt presence.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Allan indignantly barked. "This is a private discussion."
"Yes," Dave snapped, unaccustomed to having that right violated. "Kindly remove yourselves."
"Shut up."
The man whipped out a metal rod and swung it out at Dave, who tried averting it and was touched on the arm. Sparks flew. The shock seemed to be static-based. A wicked jolt went to his bone.
"Shit!" Dave doubled over in pain.
Allan met with that gadget next. A simple graze resulted in teeth-clenching agony. He broke into a drenching sweat. "What the hell is this all about?"
The women stepped forward to lend assistance. One helped Dave into a chair; the other two led Allan to a leather sofa. The men deferred to their seductive escorts. Neither trusted his balance, or could grasp a lucid thought after that unexpected trauma.
The man who had dispensed that unpleasant surprise surveyed them with dismay. His name was Terry McGuire and he was an agent of B.O.N.E. His use of the Mind Zapper had been limited on that pair. After witnessing its effect, he was troubled by a separate memory.
Allan Black, the dark-haired and future president of Martek, was trim and athletic. His glasses gave him a cultured mien. The chicks, Celeste and Collette, took an immediately liking to him. They caressed him while he heavily perspired on the sofa. They basked at his feet, caressing his thighs, loosening his tie and delving inside his shirt. Allan, breathing hard, swallowed several times during their tantalizing fascination.
He was being in McGuire's estimation, expertly handled. Celeste and Collette were stacked blondes, with the most dazzling blue eyes ever. The babes, clad in skintight jumpsuits, exhibited succulent curves.
Dave, blond and blue-eyed, was taller than Allan but less attractive. His pockmarked face marred his appearance. The black-framed glasses he wore softened his presentation. That hadn't stopped Raven, the lanky brunette, from stroking him. She, too, seemed mesmerized by the man.
Terry had been given precise instructions on interrogating them. According to B.O.N.E., it took several minutes for the initial charge to ravage a nervous system. That single shock would force their cooperation. Evaluating them, he expected total acquiescence for his line of questioning.
Collette unbelted Allan and reached inside his pants. She had his cock in her hand before Terry interrupted. "Not now."
Raven lowered her skintight uniform, revealing her utter nakedness beneath. Holding her breasts, she brought them to Dave's mouth.
"No," Terry motioned. "Afterward."
The minxes were disappointed. Their craving amused Terry. Despite their average looks, the men were showered with attention.
Terry put away his electrical weapon and began. "Where are the master blueprints?" he asked Allan Black.
The words freely sprang from his tongue. "Our company vault."
"You must promptly surrender them to us. Give me your access code."
The sequence of numbers came in stilted fashion. Allan did not have the will to oppose him. Still trembling from incapacitation, he slouched on the sofa. Celeste sat beside him, supporting his weight. Collette, kneeling in front of him, restricted her grope to his arms and thighs.
Terry switched to Dave, who obtained a titillating shoulder massage from Raven. Her slender fingers dipped inside his shirt, raked his nipples and yet went no further. Per Terry's direction, she refrained from fully exploring him. "I need all the written code for your scrambling method. Where is it stored?"
Dave divulged its location in monotone, along with key components that established their reputation for unrivaled programming.
Terry was pleased with their cooperation, yet couldn't shake the queasy feeling in his stomach. A fellow officer and personal friend, Greg Newton, recently suffered an unusual setback that prompted B.O.N.E. to decommission him in Antarctica. Terry could not fathom the basis for his change in behavior, but after studying the men's reactions to the Mind Zapper, suspected foul play.
Greg Newton had been sent at Morgana Finch's recommendation. She also spearheaded the Mind Zapper development, which was the next technological step after the retirement of the truth disc. Terry saw a connection.
He shrugged off his reservations and forced himself to return to the present. The men responded without hesitation to other illuminating questions. Their answers were mentally recorded. Terry, blessed with an excellent memory, locked in their measured replies.
The young women grew restless. Their yearning for the men was quite apparent.
Terry addressed Allan and Dave. They were valueless to him and his organization. He gleaned from them the most essential information. It would be copied and sold to the highest bidder in the scientific arena. "To reward you for your compliance, gentlemen, you may be pleasured by these outstanding females. I will notify the others in your party that you won't be joining them anytime soon. Unfortunately, I must leave. You've generously supplied me the necessary tools. Thank you."
Terry departed the room, masking his disturbance with the nagging truth. Greg had been a good friend. He disliked B.O.N.E.'s cold dismissal of him.
Allan was conscious of Collette's drifting fingers. Celeste's perfumed aroma lured him into an agreeable frame. The cross-examination forgotten, he stirred at their alluring closeness. He couldn't possibly ignore the excitement they generated. His dick hardened in his boxers and formed an unmistakable tent.
"You're ours," Celeste purred in his ear, "to do with as we wish."
"We're going to make you smile all over,"
Collette promised, swerving over his bulge. Allan responded with a hearty throb. "Mmmmmm. All over."
Sex had been the farthest thing on his mind that evening, but after their strange episode, Allan thirsted for it. He could scarcely wait for that blonde with the feathery bangs and the dazzling eyes to get her mouth on his dick. Equally, he longed for her friend to take off her clothes and show him the goods.
Dave was in a similar predicament. The dark-haired beauty let her close-fitting outfit fall to her waist. Her pear-shaped tits made his mouth water-in particular, the jutting, pink nuggets. She pressed one to his lips, then ground herself to his face until he licked it.
"Oh, yeah," came her breathless retort. "Don't stop."
Dave grew in his pants. His cock automatically thickened and enlarged at her provocation. Her light tracing soon had him straining his front. He held her tit and tenderly sucked it.
Celeste joined Collette between Allan's spread legs. Their tongues raced up and down his shaft, disbursing kisses and licks to his satisfaction. He watched, through glazed eyes, their rippling movements. Foamy spit gradually layered his cock. He dragged fresh air into his lungs as they wetted him, then harshly exhaled. Their ticklish activity was un-like anything he'd had before. He couldn't remember being so horny.
Raven removed the rest of her outfit, displaying a shaved pussy. The lack of hair immensely aroused Dave. He ached to separate those bald flaps while they were in his mouth.
Raven, attuned to his starved look, granted him that wish. Placing her feet on the chair's arms, she climbed and molded her shorn mound to his face. "Put your tongue in me," she softly invited, "and make me moan."
Dave obeyed.
Neither man rated himself a stud, nor did they seek an explanation for their improved prowess. The babes summoned an irreversible lust. They abandoned themselves to the moment, partaking of the flesh offered.
"Damn," Allan gasped as Collette's lips wove to his base. He inched into her throat, caressed by hot air. Celeste doubled his bliss by washing his balls with concentrated saliva. A heavenly sensation, he couldn't easily digest it.
Collette deep-throated him-a phenomenon he hadn't previously enjoyed. His dick pulsed in that warm vacuum, energized by her twisting clasp. She sucked strongly, drawing pre-cum from his head, then snaked her way to his balls. Those lips vibrated at the tense pouch. He gasped as she rubbed his sensitive veins, keeping him damp and hard. That tongue was hadn't idled for a second.
Lick after lick, Celeste moistened his balls. Her sloppy glaze trickled down his inner thighs. Fortunately, she'd taken off his suit trousers, sparing him from accidental soiling. Her ample drool coated his taut sac after several whisks.
Collette's oral pull wore down his endurance. Allan suddenly erupted in her mouth. He couldn't refuse those moist, sucking lips. Hot cum jetted onto her mobile tongue. He thrashed on the sofa as she noisily gulped his load.
"Oh, fuck," Allan groaned, surrendering to the yank of that ecstasy-giving mouth. "Arghh."
Collette swallowed his creamy inundation, but didn't wind down her efforts. On the contrary, she sucked him back to life. Normally, he would have been done. She worked on him with stimulating force, weaving back and forth, until he had a full-fledged erection. His dick stayed rigid after its gooey purge, and given his tremors, was ready for more.
Collette's lips slipped off of him, giving him a parting lick, then relinquished him to Celeste. The other blonde's mouth swiftly covered him in a wave of smothering warmth.
Allan gritted his teeth, then submitted to her cock-riling pirouettes. He elevated his hips to meet that unremitting gobble. It didn't matter that they shared him. He honestly liked it.
Gyrating her hips, Raven clutched Dave's head and rammed herself into his extended tongue. He speared her sopping hole, then wriggled inside. Honey ran to his tip, then streamed to his throat. He gulped her endless supply.
After letting the luscious brunette ride his tongue, he pulled out and tickled her clit. He hooked that pink pebble, detecting its fierce beat, and roughly brushed it. Raven quivered against him, jamming her snatch between his lips. Her squealing exhalations made him lick her faster.
"Oh, yeah," she droned, "I'm going to cum."
He could feel her tension mounting as she steadily climbed to orgasm. Her love bud twitched beneath his moist revolutions. Pinning it down, he intensely jiggled.
She buckled against his trained tip, struggling to breathe, then went slack. Dave detached himself from her pulsating button. Stringy saliva bridged that pussy to his mouth. She arched her back, moaning, trying to regain her composure. He glimpsed her expression and noted the faraway look in her eyes. Historically, driving a woman to that point rarely occurred.
Dave let her fall onto his lap. Waiting for her was his stiff cock, which he had furtively removed from his trousers. Her cute tush dropped into his extended palms. He spread her cheeks, then lowered her onto his bulbous knob.
"Ohhhh," Raven sobbed, sinking on him. He saw the fire in her eyes as she received him. Her cunt enclosed him in a greasy clasp.
Dave gritted his teeth as that wet pussy devoured him. The slick conflict defied description.
Celeste moaned to the left. Allan, covering her naked body, stuck his cock into her. Holding her tanned thighs apart, he drove his entire thing until gone. His balls bulged at her sopping entrance, unable to take more. He hammered her ass into the sofa, fueled by excitement.
"Fuck me," Celeste pleaded, feeling his thrust up to her tits. She cupped her large breasts and squeezed the nipples. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
Allan did exactly that. Without tempering his strokes, he witnessed the change in her demeanor. Her beautiful face transformed into a mask of shivering joy. He pumped her soaked loins with all the strength at his command.
Behind him, Collette lapped his balls. Her tongue slid over him until her saliva dribbled from his flesh. When she was through, she lay on top of him. He could feel her sopping cunt slide over his flexing butt cheeks. She writhed, getting caught up his feverish rhythm. By firmly pressing herself, she unfurled her pussy and rubbed him with her clit. She hugged herself to him, achieving maximum friction.
"Oh, God," Colette sobbed. "Yes. Fuck her, baby. Pound her with cock."
Allan made Celeste feel his passion. He jammed her with solid bone while flattening himself to those big tits. He gasped in her gorgeous face, caught in the jaws of that sapping weakness. The knowledge he was about to lose control nagged at him.
Colette worked herself into a frenzy. She plunged her fingers into Allan when spasming. Prolonging her splendor wasn't distantly an option. "Oh, baby," she murmured, cumming. "Ohhhh."
Raven rode Dave's cock in luxury. Grasping his sturdy thighs, she leaned back and savored the excursion. Her snatch took him in lazy servings. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fill my pussy."
Dave winced at the strain of her tight cunt. She lifted and dropped herself over his swollen member, cramming him into that juicy groove. Her pussy expanded and greased every bit he had. He relished her slick movement. He rose into her quivering middle, packing it with cock. His lap became damp from her outpourings of lust.
"I want you to cum inside me," she whispered, peering into his eyes. "Don't hold back. All that squirting gives me a rush."
Dave doubted the possibility. Those sucking pussy lips had him at her mercy. He'd had all he could handle. His guttural cry sounded, warning her he was almost there.
"Arghh," he howled. "Arghh."
Raven came before him. She'd taken what she most needed from that hard, burrowing shaft. Her mouth trembled as she arrived at that shivering juncture.
Dave, groaning, poured his full amount into that snatch. Her snug walls milked him of cum.
Colette slid off of Allan, moaning. He pulled out of Celeste and creamed in her blonde bush. His dense ejaculate accumulated on the feathery mound while he shuddered.
Celeste couldn't move, yet she lay under him with a smile. The contraption Terry McGuire used on him turned Allan Black into a stud extraordinaire. It had been the fuck of her life.
Mmmmm. Bless B.O.N.E.
CHAPTER SIX
Upon occasion, Vanessa Storm lapsed into a curious frame in which she tried to recapture the roots of her past. She would stumble across something that triggered a spark that evolved into a meaningful memory of something that once bore significance. All too swiftly, that sudden illumination would fade. She could not sustain a single memory.
She lazed in the Jacuzzi with the dark-haired minx they'd taken from the beach. Initially militant, she formed a strange alliance with them. She ceased arguing with Jon and actually spoke with some measure of affection. More noticeably, she abandoned her bizarre clamoring that Vanessa had once been a secret agent. That scenario lacked credibility, as far as Vanessa was concerned. She couldn't envision herself shadowing international criminals, wielding weapons and living on the edge.
Vanessa was glad to see harmony restored to their lives. Her relationship with Jon bred absolute happiness. She perpetually smiled-an optimistic sign from her perspective. Whatever yesterday had been, it certainly included that brawny hunk. When he gazed at her, it was with strong, unconditional love. His blue eyes conveyed that emotion without the slightest embarrassment. Obviously, he played an important role, whether as boyfriend or protector.
She couldn't otherwise picture her existence.
Misty purposely strode from the house, carrying two glasses of wine. A towel wrapped her slinky figure. The seductive slant of her mouth set Vanessa's heart in motion. Her desire for female flesh had come as a surprise. Her capacity to receive pleasure from a woman plainly indicated a frequent practice in her former life.
She dreamily watched the brunette remove the towel and bare herself. Those firm tits and that brown triangle forwarded her passion. She had licked every conceivable inch of her, yet always hungered for more.
Misty handed her one of the glasses upon descending the steps. Her sleek legs disappeared beneath the churning surface. She held her smile a beat longer than routine-a sign of potential sex initiation. Vanessa hoped her reading was correct. She was certainly in the mood for some.
"Another lovely day," Misty chimed, squinting at the fiery ball in the sky. "Peak tanning hours, too. I figured we could do with a refreshment before those harsh ultra-violent rays hit."
"You like it here, don't you?" Vanessa remarked.
Misty shrugged. "I've needed a vacation for some time. I suppose I've come to the conclusion: why the hell not? I'm entitled. The bureau can go on without me."
Misty's earlier insistence of her spy career sprang to mind. "Tell me again of this organization called F.U.R. and my pivotal role in it."
"I'm afraid I was mistaken. You bear no resemblance to the woman I once knew."
Misty refrained from biting her bottom lip. She disliked having to lie, but after a lengthy discussion with Jon Monroe, they decided it was best not to press her. Vanessa stood an excellent chance if they granted her the required time. Meanwhile, they sustained the illusion of normalcy and permitted her continuity.
Misty scrapped her plan to notify F.U.R. After hearing Jon's explanation of the disturbing events that culminated in Vanessa's amnesia, she was in agreement that complications could arise from another wave of interference. If the inventor of that horrid will-altering disc botched her restoration, she doubted her own team could fare better.
Gaining Jon's trust, her imprisonment became unnecessary. He allowed her to go as she pleased. She submerged the impulse to obtain her radio equipment and inform her people of the latest events.
Vanessa's concentration drifted from Misty's lovely face to her breasts floating over the layer of foam. Tiny bubbles formed around her nipples, flaring her appetite. She couldn't rid her mind of the spontaneous episodes that had taken place. Misty's orientation matched hers. Enjoying pussy as well as cock, she regularly took both since her arrival.
Misty traced the rim of the glass with her tongue, then casually dipped into the wine. Her seductive tasting did not escape Vanessa's notice. Those emerald eyes burned with desire. She blatantly encouraged her. Since her abduction, Misty relished such creative license. The monotonous months of trailing the voluptuous redhead at least had merit. She was able to enjoy the fruit of her efforts.
Besides, it was a peaceful haven, where every curiosity was pursued without need of a scorecard.
"Where's Jon?" Misty lazily inquired.
Vanessa shrugged. "I haven't the vaguest notion. He's been gone all morning."
Misty closely examined her. "How are you feeling today?"
"The same. Why? Did anything change?"
Misty sighed. "I suppose not."
"You look at me as though you expect some miracle to transpire." She sipped her wine. "I thought you mistook me for someone else."
"That's true, however, you admitted to not remembering a shred of your past. I would have hoped all this clean air and sunshine would have yielded a positive effect."
Vanessa lowered her gaze. "I recall nothing."
Misty sensed depression on her part. The downcast of those emerald pupils touched her. Placing her glass on the side of the Jacuzzi, she drifted to her. Vanessa readily accepted her embrace. Their naked breasts came together amid the rising steam, their nipples in perfect alignment.
"Don't give up," Misty said. "Something is bound to click."
"I wouldn't bet on it."
Misty peered into Vanessa's eyes, banishing the gloom. Something warm and exciting bubbled in her groin. Soon, the two heatedly rubbed as though trying to scratch a pestering itch. Her dark wisps entangled with Vanessa's red locks. Her exertions deepened the sensation.
"Whomever I was before," Vanessa whispered, "and whatever I did, I'm glad you're here now."
Misty returned the sentiment with a purr.
That pussy, stroking hers, kindled a fire between her legs. She couldn't resist grinding against that warm, inviting mound. Her clit brushed Vanessa's. Given the sparkle in her eye, she wanted a little fun.
Vanessa worked from a script she penned on the fly. She motioned for Misty to sit on the ledge, then pulled apart her legs. Her gasp sounded after receiving that wriggling tongue. Misty moaned while watching Vanessa's stimulating flicker. Each successive sweep brought vaulting joy.
"Yes," Misty sobbed, rocking to Vanessa. That busy tip revolved around her swollen clit, then swerved over it. Waves of pleasure crashed. Tilting back her head, she let out a serious cry. "Oh, yes."
Vanessa meticulously licked her. That pussy practically melted in her mouth. She drew upon its sweetness, gulping the juices that oozed from her depths. Misty endlessly tickled as she methodically pulled upon her pink folds. Natural sugar welled from her cunt.
Misty clutched her own breasts as the excitement traveled to her nipples. She pinched them as it collected and intensified. No matter how briskly she moved, that tongue pursued her clit. Those scalding lashes were much too heavenly to resist.
"Climb on top of me, baby," Misty panted. "I want to eat you, too."
Vanessa instantly took advantage. Positioning that pretty face with her red bush, she fed her spy chum. She muffled Misty's moans with an abandoned push. Hot squish filled Misty's mouth. Vanessa bore down while washing Misty's nectar with her own spit.
It felt so good, Vanessa thought, humping Misty. The woman was quite talented with her tongue. That imagine darting gratified her from the onset. She gasped over those trim, tanned thighs while muff-diving. Misty's dark curls split as she knifed into that pink slot.
The sun warmed their backsides as they writhed beside the Jacuzzi. The soft sound of the water added a serene element to their hot coupling. The ocean air, carrying a salty aroma, was another satisfying component.
Vanessa lifted her head from Misty's snatch. "Oh, God," she whimpered as that tongue pierced her resolve. She couldn't shake the ecstasy it afforded. Her beautiful features contorted before she mustered enough strength to finish what she'd started.
Misty gulped the juices that flowed from Vanessa. Her pussy was rich and tasty. She couldn't stop sucking that yummy snatch, not even for an instant. Plunging into those sodden lips, she scooped pure honey. She accumulated it one slurp at a time. Vanessa vibrated against her mouth, a sure indication that orgasm would shortly follow. Misty lapped her thoroughly, determined to pleasure her.
Vanessa largely ate from Misty's cunt. She feverishly sucked from that delicious hole, then licked her pulsing button. Misty advanced a conspicuous notch. By latching to her tremulous flesh, Vanessa could feel her approach. She focused on that plump dot, willing her to cum.
Misty sobbed from Vanessa's tenacious grip. She returned her tongue-whipping fury, but couldn't elude that festering weakness. Vanessa meant business. She trembled, surrendering to that racing joy.
"Oh, God," Misty sputtered. "Ohhhh."
Vanessa clutched her seizure-ridden body. The slim brunette wildly thrashed in her arms. She wasn't about to let go. Feeling and tasting her gratification was her reward. She savored her hip-jerking, feature-gnarling and screaming release.
After losing all track of time in those orgasmic throes, Misty anchored Vanessa to her mouth. She reciprocated in kind. Her tongue worked her clit in the same frenzied manner. Grasping her shapely butt cheeks, she held her fast.
Vanessa huffed and puffed during her intense bout with that obstinate tongue. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as Misty pushed her over the edge. "Yes, baby. Take me there. Do it. Ohhhh.'
Misty didn't let up until Vanessa went numb. That pussy slammed against her mouth while her juices seeped from its corner. Vanessa powerfully climaxed, then sank over her with a lasting shudder.
Misty stroked her, believing that her memory would eventually return.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dan Ragowski let out a resounding groan as he buried himself between Crystal's luscious butt cheeks. The young woman shoved her snatch to him, pleading for more. He wiped the sweat from his brow and gazed at his cock protruding from those aggravated pussy lips. The intense rubbing deepened their shade of pink while distending her otherwise tight folds. To her left, Stephanie moaned, her cunthole also looking well-fucked. It had just spent five uninterrupted minutes in a tug-of-war with his thick, penetrating shaft.
He was more than either of them could individually handle.
"Oh wow," Crystal whimpered, clutching a pillow to her breasts. He glimpsed her fanciful smile. Those blue eyes watered, and her red lips rippled. She flung back her blonde mane, gulping air. "I love it. Keep going."
Dan pushed, smashing his balls to her quivering rump. Crystal met him with a throaty sob.
Those cuntal walls adamantly gripped him. She seized his cock with all her might, smothering it her piercing warmth while getting the most from its hardness. He cupped her mound and dragged her flush with his groin. Into that soft crack, he drove, clinching his deep-seated connection. Every conceivable bit went into her.
Crystal's lips rounded as she accommodated that thriving mass. "Yes, baby. Yes."
"Now me!" Stephanie whined. "Put it back inside me!"
Dan pumped Crystal a while longer, giving her something sweet to remember, then transferred his cock to the other woman. Stephanie moaned when he plunged back into her pussy, while Crystal wept from the appreciable void he left. He fucked Stephanie hard, making a solid delivery. She loved every grinding second.
"Oh, my God," Stephanie panted, her thoughts askew from those hammering thrusts.
Crystal held her butt to him, expecting more. He fulfilled that whim by abruptly pulling out of Stephanie and cramming his way into those compact buns.
"Oh, yeah," she purred. "It feels so good."
Stephanie bit her bottom lip and nursed her tender snatch with her hand. His vacancy apparently plagued her. Crystal brightened as he entered her, but he soon wiped that smile off her face as he rammed those mouth-watering crescents.
Both pussies were equally tight. He couldn't decide which offered more friction. Doggie-style offered him choice and convenience. He swapped one chick for the other, relishing the change in binding. Both were designed for pleasure, feverishly yanking on his cock.
The women's demands increased. He satisfied them to the best of his ability. For a man of forty-four catering to the conditions of twenty-one year old chicks, he performed admirably. Each had her share of dick.
He plunged himself back into the juicy fray. Their session culminated in a breathtaking climax. Stephanie's arms surrounded him while he pumped Crystal. She hugged him to her lush, naked body and pressed her lips to his. Her nipples wildly throbbed against his chest. At that instant, Crystal disengaged her cunt from his juicy cock and began sucking it. He filled Stephanie's mouth with his tongue and Crystal's with his dick. For several heart-pounding seconds, they were linked. Dan could feel the jism boiling in his nuts, but before shooting, turned the tables on his lovely tormentors. Pulling out of Crystal's mouth, he cupped Stephanie's head and stuffed himself into her face, replacing his tongue with his cock. He Frenched a confused Crystal while he spurted his creamy fluid within Stephanie's warm cheeks. Stephanie, somewhat dazed, drank his cum.
The chicks squealed from his clever switch.
Dan took a few minutes to collect himself. He was partially disappointed in his lack of progress in finding Vanessa Storm. Precious days flew by without a payoff. M.E.A.T. committed resources to her, but were at the verge of resignation. He kept tabs on the teams dispatched throughout the country, upturning every stone. They combed the roughest terrain and emerged empty-handed. Nothing telling had surfaced, deepening his frustration.
Dan was personally dissatisfied with the amount of time he dedicated to her pursuit. There had altogether been too much sex and not enough headway. The chicks helped take the edge off, for which he was grateful, but they nonetheless prevented him from accomplishing his goal. He resolved to seriously renew his search.
The last thing M.E.A.T. managed to achieve was using a homing device for detection of Misty Worth's car. By zeroing in on it, they had stumbled onto an approximate locale of Vanessa's hiding place. That area needed to be fully explored.
"Whew," he muttered, gently nudging them away. "You chicks are wearing me out."
Stephanie's stroked his semi-erect member.
"I doubt that's going to happen."
"How about a new game?" Crystal coyly asked.
"Game?" Dan echoed. "I've got work to do."
"Come on, don't spoil our fun." She retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand.
Their clink raised his brow. "Where in the world did you get those?"
"A trick shop," Crystal explained with a smirk. "A secret catch releases them, but you have to figure out where. How about it, lover? Indulge us, please."
Dan chuckled. The thought of two slips of women restraining him revived his lust. Though conscious of the pressing duties, he couldn't resist. "All right, but after this next romp, I've got some business to take care of."
The chicks giggled. "Deal."
Dan lay back on the bed, propping his head on the pillow and submitting. Crystal secured his wrists to the brass headboard. He grinned as her sumptuous tits hung over his face and tried licking her nipples. Crystal, laughing, dodged his reach.
"You know," he surmised, "you chicks have too much time on your hands. Holing yourselves here all day has created severe boredom. Perhaps if you got jobs-"
"But we do work," Stephanie insisted.
"Oh?" he quipped. "Selling marital aides at home demonstrations?"
"Didn't we tell you?" Crystal snickered. "We're employed by B.O.N.E."
Dan froze. He distinguished a sinister quality in her otherwise melodious voice.
High heels noisily clicked outside the room. The sound grew louder, then a knockout brunette he'd never seen before strutted through the door. Her skintight uniform left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts jutted, her waist narrowed and her hips curved. She bestowed him what he perceived was a wicked smile. Her emerald eyes flickered over his naked body. She glanced at his upright cock, then digested his perplexed look.
"Well done, ladies," she graciously complimented. "I believe you have properly disadvantaged him."
"Who are you?" Dan asked, maintaining an even tone.
"Morgana. No last name. We'll leave it at that."
"The boss from B.O.N.E., eh?" Dan refused to show them fear. Instead, he projected utter confidence. "Nice meeting you."
Morgana's tight smile held. "You've always been a cocky guy, Mr. Ragowski. Your reputation proceeds you. Since we're on a first name basis, I'll address you as Dan."
"Make yourself at home, doll. I'm obviously not going anywhere." He casually rattled his manacles against the brass rails.
"Time is at a premium, Dan. I'd appreciate your briefing me on the strides M.E.A.T. has made in tracking down Vanessa Storm."
"You're after her, too?"
"She's not my primary concern. My interests lie in her traveling companion, Jon Monroe."
What planet was she on? Did she think a lousy pair of handcuffs and those sexy chicks breathing all over him would break him? Crystal and Stephanie's involvement further mystified him. He found it difficult to buy that those cunning young ladies had forged an alliance with that corrupt agency. He stubbornly opposed Morgana's feline charms. "I wish I could help you, doll, but as you can see, I'm tied up."
Morgana's beaming countenance faded. "Don't challenge me. I can be a nasty bitch when provoked."
Dan held his ground. "Believe me, doll, I've faced worse."
Morgana whipped out a metal object. "You leave me no choice." She lowered it to his bare chest. A spark crackled and Dan, howling in pain, arched from the bed. The handcuffs prevented him from flying off. He slammed to the mattress, his features twisted.
The women panicked. "Oh, my God."
Morgana quickly offered reassurance. "Not to worry, dears, I haven't hurt him. That simply took the wind out of his sails and will ensure his cooperation."
Dan shuddered and erupted into a fierce sweat. His confidence gone, he was consumed by a raging fever. He gritted his teeth while grappling with a sensation that burned through his veins.
Morgana exhibited the item before his cold and damp face. "That's the Mind Zapper, our newest brainchild. Don't bother trying to combat its searing effect. I guarantee, it won't physically harm you."
Dan groaned. He'd deftly sidestepped those slave discs that they'd stuck on people's foreheads, yet was outwitted by a bunch of foxy females. His knees shot up as the shock ran its course. His brain felt as though it had been set on fire.
Morgana extended no sympathy to Dan as the charge she issued did its work. Although powerful, he couldn't dispute the decay to his armor. The Mind Zapper was one hundred percent effective.
She ruminated over the separate outcomes of those who had been subjected to it. Greg Newton was privately convalescing in the Antarctica compound. He had no recollection of Morgana's attack, nor his exposure to the mind-scrambling instrument.
Allan Black and Dave Rossow were written off by their respective companies as mentally wasted. Their precious blueprints missing from the vault had created abject disappointment. Without setting those crucial plans in motion, the stock suffered poor market performance and plummeted. Since no provision to retain them existed in the body of their agreement, the company put them out to pasture.
Dan Ragowski would be the latest casualty.
The handcuffs clanged against the brass rail. Dan futilely struggled. After a last-ditch battle, his thighs fell apart and his shackled wrists went limp.
The women, whimpering, watched him succumb.
Morgana, oblivious to his exuding perspiration, climbed on top of him and sat on his lap. Her profile was a mere inch from his. "Tell me everything, baby," she murmured. "You mustn't eliminate a single item."
The truth sprang from Dan's tongue in fragments. Once prompted, he supplied her the details she sought. He divulged the ongoing effort to find Vanessa Storm. He mentioned the homing device that established the location of Misty Worth's car and M.E.A.T.'s suspicions of Jon Monroe taking her hostage. He furnished Morgana the exact coordinates, as they had been relayed to him. Although the vehicle had since been moved, they suggested a point of reference.
That sufficed Morgana's needs.
Morgana sat vertically and absently massaged his cock. He'd stayed hard through his ordeal. "Hmmmm. He's a wonderful size, isn't he, ladies?"
"Don't get too heated up," Crystal advised. "He fucked us a few times. I don't think he could go another round."
Her slender fingers curved around his thick shaft. "You're obviously not acquainted with the Mind Zapper's side effect."
Originally, Morgana hadn't contemplated an erotic respite with Dan. His subjugation completed, she could have gone forward. Those rugged features, however, pierced her resolve. She wasn't in such a hurry to leave, but rather open to explore the possibilities.
Reaching behind, she pulled down the zipper of her tight outfit. Her big tits sprang out, the nipples perpetually swollen. She wore nothing beneath her costume-not even panties.
Dan, barely conscious, observed Morgana's striptease with a thumping heartbeat. The woman excited the hell out of him. His dick was like rock, standing straight. He wanted to jump her bones, big-time.
He preserved no memory of the metal weapon she brandished. The last stages of the Mind Zapper erased his traumatic experience. He didn't even ponder why he was manacled to the brass grill. Simply getting inside Morgana dominated his mind.
Morgana chucked her duds, then elevated her moist pussy. She could feel the heat rise from Dan's cock. She unlocked her sodden flaps with his plump head. That blunt end detached her sticky lips. Holding him by the base, she impaled herself.
"Yes," she sighed, feeling him fill her up. He soared through her middle, big and hard. Laying over him, she cupped the back of his head and steered him to her lips. They kissed passionately, with tongue, while her hips snapped.
Dan's pulse raced. Adrenaline shot through his body as those nipples stabbed his glistening chest. Morgana packed him in tight, wet cunt. Digging his heels into the mattress, he pushed all he could into that hugging pussy. His balls pressed her quivering ass.
Morgana broke free of his kiss and dragged air. Her emerald eyes glazed over. "That feels so good."
Their flesh slapped as they bounced. Morgana took him in large swings, savoring his slick movement. His dick slid high into her, burrowing into her hole. She curved her back, deriving satisfaction from a lazier pace. Going fast, then slow, was an exercise in endurance.
"Fuck me," Dan ordered, submitting to the slippery glove that tightened, then released. Her grip on him curled his toes. Those immense boobs bounced in front of him, screaming for a suck. His indisposed wrists began to frustrate him. He wanted to tame that anxious butt with his hands and pound himself upward. "Fuck me good."
Morgana complied. She hadn't had someone as enormous as Dan for quite some time. She appreciated a man of his thrilling mass. Overall, a big one felt best.
Crystal grew crazed from the humping. Listening to Morgana and Dan was sheer agony. She heard Dan's cock go into her pussy. That moist reception tortured her. She longed to join them.
Stephanie strode toward her with a dildo strapped over her mound. The rubber apparatus, of grotesque measure, protruded from her groin. Apparently, Morgana's moaning propelled her to fetch the contraption. She thumbed it, then said, "I'm gonna fuck you, girlfriend."
Crystal purred. "Mmmmm. Let's go."
They claimed another area of the bed. Stephanie mounted her. Crystal clung to her, writhing against the dildo. Their tongues played for a moment while their flesh heatedly pressed. Crystal opened her legs for that rubber thing while Stephanie took aim. Crystal guided her, then whimpered as it descended into her sodden cunt.
"Yes!" Crystal sobbed.
Stephanie could feel her tension as she pushed. The end of the dildo smashed her groin and bombarded her with waves of pleasure. Passionately embracing Crystal, she slowly pumped her. "Yeah," Stephanie murmured. "Take it, baby. Take it."
Crystal shifted beneath her, gasping. She admitted to the lush sensation it produced. "More. Please. More."
Dan watched the chicks fuck while Morgana rode him. He could hardly ignore their joyous cries while that pussy slid up and down his cock. The brunette sitting on him was absolutely delectable. Her pussy sucked him to the balls. The sight of Stephanie feeding it to Crystal made him breathe harder.
Morgana, glancing at the young ladies, smirked. "That turns you on, doesn't it?"
Locking eyes with her, he nodded.
She held his stare, then sank on him, moaning. Dan gave her so much. Fucking him was hot. Sweat showered his muscular form. Seeing him handcuffed, defeated by her slippery cunt, accentuated to her enjoyment.
Dan gazed at Stephanie. The svelte brunette seemed so determined to make Crystal cum.
Her compact butt moved with purpose. She pushed the dildo far into Crystal. The end of the rubber device delved into her mound, and presumably her clit. The blonde's face mirrored ecstasy. Her lips quivered from each penetrating thrust. They stared intently at each other, as though sharing a special moment.
Dan lost it. He exploded inside Morgana. Her pussy shrank around him and wrung ever drop he yielded. Howling, he shot his load into those squishy layers.
Morgana came fast. She didn't need much more of that monster. Her cunt stroked that bone-solid mass throughout his spurting. Her chin went high during that hot turbulence.
"Yeah," she cried, riding out the thrill. "Oh, yeah."
Crystal and Stephanie's orgasm reverberated, too.
Exhausted by Morgana's furious snatch, Dan passed out. The gratification was too great to digest.
Morgana, perched on him, ran her fingers through her hair. She was hesitant to dismount him and make the separation. Dan felt so good inside her, and besides, he stayed rigid. Several of her best remembered sessions had been spoiled when her lover had been useless afterwards. She was inclined to believe Dan could still go a few more rounds, doing them all to their satisfaction.
"What are we going to do with him?" Stephanie fretted.
"Yeah," Crystal chimed, regarding his unconscious form.
Morgana shrugged. "I'd love to make him my sex toy, but my plate is rather full. The Mind Zapper has tamed him. Why not do with him as you wish, ladies? He's my present to you."
Crystal and Stephanie cheered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Terry McGuire drove to his girlfriend's apartment, disgruntled with his role in B.O.N.E.'s takeover. Several days after shocking Allan Black and Dave Rossow, he contacted Greg Newton. He sensed improvement in his friend. Thank God, the damage hadn't been permanent. Although Greg had regained his strength and character, he lacked the spark Terry had known. Greg had no recollection of how the change in his behavior came about, nor could he account for the weariness that dragged on for weeks.
Terry suspected Morgana had been behind Greg's ailment. That scheming bitch had used the Mind Zapper on him. Of that, he had no doubt. Given Black's and Rossow's comportment after the stunning, he formed that hunch. That weapon had unglued his friend's psychological makeup, taking it apart at the seams.
Damn her! Morgana abused the privileges B.O.N.E. accorded her for personal gain.
He submerged his resentment for the moment and looked forward to easing some tension. Lynette would be perfect for that purpose. The woman functioned as a release valve, taking pride in making him feel good. She was highly responsive, pure dynamite in bed. He could scarcely wait to fuck her.
He automatically leaned on the accelerator, wanting to speed his journey.
Lynette neglected to answer his knock. He rapped several more times, then retrieved his spare key. He'd seen the light from her window and assumed she was home.
A tall, slim brunette stood before a full-length mirror, primping. She flirted with her mirror image, flashing a saucy smile. From the rear, she looked most delicious. Small, rounded shoulders tapered to a waist one could easily enclose with his hands. She seductively moved her ass, prompting some nasty thoughts. Trim thighs gave way to luscious calves. She had on a pair of six-inch spikes.
She intercepted Terry's approach via reflection. Immediately, she frowned, yet couldn't be bothered halting her preparations for what appeared a wild night on the town. "What are you doing here?" she casually inquired when he clasped her shoulders.
"Aren't you glad to see me, babe?" He grinned, breathing down her front and trying to lock gazes with her reflection. Her perfumed scent gave him a boner. He could feel his cock swell to complete hardness, along with the pleasant tickle of arousal. Mmmmm. Lynette had nice tits. His groin tingled as he took stock of her. "Been thinking about me."
"Frankly, no."
Her curt response caused him to loosen his grip. "What gives?"
"Who do you think you are, barging in here? Contrary to your assumptions, I'm not your faithful little whore. I'm tired of waiting around, hoping you'll show. I deserve some fun, too."
He grabbed her hand and clamped it over his crotch. Slowly shifting his hips, he let her palm the goods. "That, baby, is all the action you need."
She yanked free of him. "Bullshit. I'm going to find myself a real man who can take care of business, good and proper."
Terry thought her judgment unreasonable. He had personally forked out for those finely tailored threads, not to mention covering her monthly rent. B.O.N.E. didn't write him huge paychecks, but he spread whatever wealth he could. Furthermore, it steamed him that some other dude might get into her pants. He had a hard-on for the chick, and wanted to give it to her. "Hey, babe, don't snub me. Things have been tough."
"like I care?" She waved her hand in dismissal, then posed for the mirror. Her eye-popping profile made his mouth water. "I've lined up myself a hot date for tonight."
Terry's jaw clenched. That pussy belonged to him. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked, exasperated, nodding to his erection.
She sniffed at it. "A cold shower ought to fix you up."
That was the thanks he got? She should have figured herself lucky to land someone like him. Besides covering her expenses, he offered a decent package in terms of looks. Six-foot three, chestnut brown hair framing virile features, he had a muscular, hairy body. Women often drooled. They liked the smattering of freckles and build on him. A virtual forest carpeted his chest. They checked out his basket, too, and compared it with the span of his enormous hands. He stirred them with ideas of all kinds.
Bah. Terry was inclined to dump Lynette and take on a chick that counted her blessings.
"Fine," he muttered. "I'll walk, and not come back."
"Do that, baby," she cackled.
Her aloofness pissed him to the max. He suppressed the urge to give her a crack. "At least tell me who the guy is," he growled.
"So you can punch his lights out? I don't think so."
He seized her wrist, whirled her around and glared in her face. "You've been fucking around behind my back all along, baby? Been giving it to someone else?"
"I'm not telling you shit," she sassed, disengaging from his grasp. "What I do is none of your affair."
Terry grumbled at her poor treatment of him.
She studied his reaction through the mirror. Her dark eyes flashed before her sensual lips curved. Apparently she liked tormenting him. "Does that get you where you live: the notion of another stud sticking his cock in me?"
"Enough," Terry commanded. Her statement tore at him.
"Fuck you," she snarled, running a comb through her hair. She pouted at her gorgeous image. "Either deal with it, or get the hell out."
An avalanche of blistering anger consumed him. Her confession unhinged him. He'd financed her pampered lifestyle and received no respect. Lynette was a cold, mercenary bitch.
He shoved his hand in his back pocket and enclosed the Mind Zapper. B.O.N.E. dictated that he forever carry it on his person. Without mulling it over, he whipped it out. "You slut!" he yelled, then tapped her arm. A spark flew at its touch.
Lynette screamed then fainted. He caught her sumptuous body before she dropped to the floor.
In examining her beautiful face, sobriety came. With a snort of disgust, he hurled the gadget at the wall.
God damn B.O.N.E. and its electronic contrivances!
"I'm sorry, baby," he said, feeling badly about subjecting her to that thing. "I didn't mean it."
Lynette moaned, semi-conscious. Her mop of brown hair encircled her softened features. Her boobs shifted within her low-cut neckline, sumptuously jutting. The tantalizing scent of her perfume diluted his anxiety. Despite the fracas and accidental stunning, he couldn't deny his titillation. She looked so fucking hot. More than ever, he was conscious of his boner.
No, he thought. He couldn't take advantage of her in his horny state. It wasn't fair.
He carried her limp figure to the bedroom and set her across the sheets. She was at the sweating stage, burning with fever. Perspiration swamped her forehead, some spilling into her cleavage. Also prevalent was the shaking. The Mind Zapper's charge radiated through her system. As she squirmed, the hem of her short dress slid up her slim thighs. They opened, revealing her frilly panties.
God, Terry thought, drooling.
"Ohhhh," Lynette wailed. Those sensual lips rippled with delectation. Her throat muscles twitched. "Oh, God."
Terry glanced from her to the bulge in his pants. Although he willed himself to stay concerned, the emotion metamorphosed into the amorous. His dick kept trying to communicate with his brain to move forward, seize the moment. By a narrow margin, Terry retained his resolve.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stroking her arm.
Her trembling did not subside, nor did the sweltering. The truth-extracting feature of the contraption did its thing. It reformatted her brain so that his questions could be smoothly answered.
He saw no harm in seeking a little peace of mind with respect to her clandestine shenanigans. Lynette was compelled to obey. "Are you really fucking another guy?"
Her head went up and down.
Jealousy stabbed him. "Why?"
"I can't bear the solitude," she murmured, her dark pupils moist. "You're gone far too often."
Swallowing roughly, he closed his hand over hers. "Does he.. .mean anything?"
"No."
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least their relationship wasn't totally bankrupt. "Please forgive me for zapping you, baby. It was a stupid reflex."
Lynette said nothing. She writhed against the sheets, her hips swaying.
Terry began to sit up. He couldn't digest another second of her sweating interrogation-not with a hard-on. A respectable idea refused to form while ogling those incredible breasts.
Before he could rise, Lynette caught his wrist. "No," she whispered. "Don't go."
"Maybe you ought to visit your boyfriend," he muttered. "That's whom you dressed up for."
Lynette's nails sank into his arm. "I need you, baby."
"Huh?"
Those black pupils pierced their glaze. "Nobody satisfies me the way you do."
"I don't buy that. You've been giving some dude a piece of ass."
Her mound of brown hair tumbled over her shoulder. Her face deepened in color. "Not him," she softly insisted. "You."
Terry doubted her sincerity until she fondled his groin. He was absolutely rigid. The vibration of her fingers told him her desire was genuine.
"Please," Lynette murmured, "it has to be you."
Terry groaned. He couldn't think clearly with her hand on his cock. The pre-cum rose to the slit while the rest of him twitched.
The delirium waned. Lynette, regaining her strength, took him out. Terry yanked off his shirt. The matting on his chest was damp. He had broken out in chills, simply from her feathery caress. Anxiously, he got her out of that dress. There wasn't much to it.
Her breasts cushioned his furry chest. Their mouths came together and their tongues met. His hands swept up and down her spine, sending a distinct thrill. She effortlessly triggered a staccato beat.
Oh, yeah, he thought. He definitely wanted it.
Her stiff nubs became snarled in his carpeting. Writhing, she rubbed him with her snatch. Terry throbbed against her stomach. She quivered at the heat of his cock and balls. He stroked her back before grabbing her buttocks. She sobbed down his throat at his heated clasp.
Lynette forgot their brief clash. For her, the Mind Zapper never existed.
Their kiss lasted for several dizzying moments. By the time he withdrew his tongue, she was quite woozy. Those dark brown eyes locked with hers. His muscular arms enclosed her. Lynette breathlessly surrendered to them. He plunged to her neck. Hot, urgent kisses followed. She sobbed from the pinch of those steel-like fingers. Sliding up and down her crack, they provoked her hunger. She became lightheaded when those powerful thumbs separated the cheeks of her ass. He grazed her butt hole. Pleasure bolted through her body. He delved lower. Her cunt lips yielded to his lazy investigation.
Her exhilaration mounted. Terry knew which buttons to push to get her juices quickly flowing. He didn't need a map, or verbal explanation. He based his actions on visual results.
He kissed her breasts. His tongue awakened her every cell. Over her alert nipples he swirled, leaving bubbly results. She whimpered beneath his seductive licks. She could feel his hot breath as he moved over her tingling skin. He sucked her rose-colored pebbles and experienced their pulsating growth. After spending several electrifying moments there, he trailed kisses to her dark triangle. Lynette refrained from shaving, nor made a practice of it. He whisked over the abundant curls. Saliva accumulated beneath his steady gyrations.
Lynette closed her eyes. The thrill so strong, she couldn't watch. He divided her pussy lips with his thumb, then stroked her clit. She snuggled against him, weak. "Oh, God," she whimpered through gritted teeth. "Nobody does it quite as good."
He released her inflamed dot and clasped to her tits. Her nipples jutted through her fingers. He stimulated Lynette to such a degree, she twisted in his arms. Soon, her ass brushed his cock. He palpitated along her crack. Unable to stop herself, she bent over and fanned her hands. She was acutely aware of how empty her pussy was and her desperate need to fill it.
"Please, fuck me," she said under her breath.
Terry could deny neither of them that indulgence. He positioned himself for entry. That thick cock opened her from behind. Lynette sobbed as he slid into her. His thing felt bigger than before. He consumed considerable space in her tender hole.
"Oh, baby," he gasped in her ear. He groaned while plunging into her hungry snatch. His hand went over her mound. The strength of his fingers brought a steeper charge. He dragged her back until his pubes and balls were smashed to her buns. His plump base enlarged her hole. "Yeah, baby. Take every bit."
Her lips rounded and her breathing harshened. She steered herself to that rigid mass until impaled. The friction was marvelous. He rubbed her innermost part. He clasped her tits while pumping her. His thumbs rotated her nipples to a rock-hard consistency.
He went in slowly, deriving guttural pleasure from her spongy cunt. His guttural satisfaction registered with each successive thrust. Involuntarily, she tightened around his dick. Her pussy muscles had him in a vise.
"Yeah, baby, squeeze me," he croaked while they were linked. He immersed his cock in her juicy warmth. He twisted in her muff, achieving bliss, then nearly yanked himself from her slick clutches. Turning, she saw his happiness register.
The urgent press of his hands, accentuated by his broad spearing, catapulted her to a higher plane. She quivered against the sheets while receiving him. Her ass bounced off him. She snagged that huge cock when rebounding. Terry's muffled groan pleased her. She inched backward, capturing him whole. Grinding herself to his ample base, she saw the twinkling of stars. Taking that much of him brought lightheadedness. She slipped away, huffing and puffing.
He boned her with authority. Her shapely buns advanced, gobbling his dick. His brow furrowed as that wet, ravenous hole swallowed him. Gritting his teeth, he slammed into that drenched cunt.
Lynette submitted to his masterful thrusts. He stroked the deepest part of her and accelerated the urge to cum. "Oh, yes," she wailed as it depleted her. "Yes. Ohhhh."
She came violently. His hands enveloped her vibrant nipples. His mouth came down on her throat, bestowing hot kisses. She trembled against his furry chest, her vision clouded. Her pussy constricted around his cock, sealing him in sizzling heat.
Terry resisted orgasm. Eventually, she recovered. When the last jarring wave dissolved, he left her pussy. His dick emerged swollen, glistening from her juices. That thick extension seemed ready for another round. Beastly lust kept him swollen.
Her shapely buttocks visually diverted him. He drank in their appetizing symmetry, unable to avert his gaze. Her ass held him captive. He moved toward it.
Lynette moaned at the blunt touch of his solid cockhead. He pressed against her anus. Taking him through the back wasn't normal for them. Mindful of his size, she always vetoed the idea. Her heightened horniness, brought on by the Mind Zapper, gave her a new perspective. As Terry lingered in that spot, she reexamined her attitude toward anal sex.
"In my ass, baby," she murmured, "now."
Terry gulped. "Are you sure? You've never wanted me that way before."
"It's okay. Do it."
Her swaying buns hypnotized him. He couldn't ignore their call. After some reluctance, Terry pushed into her wrinkled hole. Her lips rounded as that monster descended to her rectum, "Yes," she moaned, slowly receiving him. "Keep going. More. Give me more."
"You're not going to make me stop?" he asked in a choked voice. He was halfway in, protruding from those quivering cheeks. Oh, God, he loved it. He prayed she would let him finish.
She purposely withheld her answer. The rush she experienced was immediate. His pulsations were strong, smothered by her butt flesh. Discounting his startling measurement, she drove toward it and increased her intake. She wasn't the least sore. He was a whole lot of man, but the stimulation he fed her neutralized the ache.
Nearing the end of their connection, they both gasped.
"Damn, baby," he muttered, as though disbelieving where he was. The Mind Zapper hadn't made it possible. He disbelieved it willed her to submit, but theorized that it inspired her. He stretched from her expanded anus and his balls bumped her pussy lips. "Oh, fuck. It's better than I dreamed."
Lynette concurred. He aroused her so fiercely, she was indifferent to the wrenching pressure he introduced. He could have done virtually anything and gained her approval.
She rocked her hips, taking him in small increments. She enlarged her consumption until his balls gave her a whack. That thing dug into her, seeking her bottom. "That feels so good," he gasped.
"It sure does."
He separated her ass cheeks to better view their union. His thumbs pinned back her curves while he watched. She could feel the intensity of his stare. Witnessing something that huge work its way into her tiny hole obviously excited him. He throbbed in her rectum. She could feel his pleasure.
"Don't stop," she squeaked when he stretched her rim. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, Terry. Bury your cock in my ass."
"You like that, eh?" he muttered. His finger was poised over her clit. "Tell me more."
Lynette moaned as he stroked her. Digitally, he brought her pleasure into alignment with his. His shaft eased from her sucking embrace before drilling into her pulsing center. He expelled stale air through his gritted teeth. Not even for a second, however, did he cease jiggling her.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, turned on. He brilliantly managed her electrical circuits. Her love button swelled beneath his expert rotation. "Yes. Oh, yes."
His artistic swirl accentuated her encounter with that anus-splitting beast. She loved how he dominated her senses. Swerving back, she absorbing that whole cock. Her ass wiggled against those taut balls and pubic nest. He tested her tolerance level with each push.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, gripping that wide shaft with her ass-hole. He rubbed her burning clit. "Ohhhh."
Sweat cropped at Terry's brow. He could barely handle her devouring anus. Her butt hole plucked at his tense skin. Each jerk furthered his bliss. Watching her very hungry buns gulp him propelled the urge to shoot. He protruded heavily from that hot receptacle. He briskly fucked her compact cheeks. His balls pummeled her backside. Her ass bounced off his groin, then returned for another serving of that hard dick.
"Oh, baby," came his strained tone, "I think I'm gonna jizz."
From his hoarseness, she concluded that she challenged his staying power. She couldn't fight it, either. His finger was sending her into orbit. "Yeah. Let's do it, baby. Let's do it now."
Terry pleaded no contest to her crushing anus. He clasped her quivering buttocks, then gushed. Hot cum jetted into her bowels. She moaned from his deluge. He gave her a large dose.
"Oh, God," she sobbed as he creamed in her dark channel. He jiggled her to orgasm. His fingertips pressed into her responsive flesh.
Terry yanked himself from her cum-saturated rectum. Hot jism spilled down her crack. Her anal walls trembled from his imposing width. Massaging her mound, she suffered from complete emptiness. Her rectum pleasantly smarted from his visit.
She took his dick in hand, gently pulling on it. The tiny slit at the top opened, emitting more white stuff. From the tip to his base, she freed that remnant goo. It dribbled from his swollen knob.
Terry cast his head back, letting out an anguished cry. His cock was extremely sensitive after exploding. Lynette's massage heightened his anguish.
She milked the last of it from his cock, then guided him to her extended tongue. Terry deposited what was left onto it. She licked away those final pearls.
He collapsed on his back, huffing and puffing. She welcomed the clasp of those muscular arms and the affection of those lips. He nibbled on her throat while pulling his wits together.
He'd given her exactly what she wanted, plus more. Her compliant frame drove him wild.
His thoughts returned to that Mind Zapper and Morgana. The woman had used it on his buddy, and gotten away with it. Witnessing its power, he knew he couldn't abide the injustice much longer.
Terry silently vowed to take revenge on that cunning minx.
CHAPTER NINE
Vanessa Storm awoke from a bothersome dream. In it, she had been at the verge of reclaiming her past. Someone called out to her, his face familiar. He was older, plainly in his mid-forties, with a high forehead and thick, sensual features. Her brain cells hummed as she groped for his name. They'd worked as a team, though the title of his organization eluded her.
Before he could utter it, she abruptly sat up in bed. His image faded in the drenching sunlight. The curtains were drawn, brilliance flooding the room.
The house was quiet. Jon and Misty napped beside her. Without making a sound, she left them and opted for a stroll on the beach. The waves crashing ashore, the feel of sand between her toes and the strong gusts running through her red hair was precisely what she craved.
Donning a sizzling bikini, she padded to the sea. Though nobody would be able to lick his lips at her stunning apparel, it afforded her the chance to walk and tan. At any rate, she would miss the gawkers.
Vanessa promptly consigned all trace of her dream to the recesses of her mind. She'd often been plagued by such scenes. The pieces never came together. Her struggle to remember was ongoing. Whatever occurred that robbed her of all memory fled her. She had never been able to place her finger on the critical event. Her prior experiences were shrouded in fog.
Perhaps it was for the best that she couldn't remember. Some people carried emotional baggage that prohibited them from finding inner peace. Her amnesia might have been a boon in that regard.
Shortly after stumbling along, a finger tapped her shoulder.
"Are you lost?" inquired a tall, blond guy.
"Not in the least." She glanced behind him, noting two other sidekicks with brown and red hair. All three had developed physiques and were in swim trunks. Vanessa was astonished not to find them carrying surfboards. The waves were ideal for that recreation. Instead, a single duffel bag rested at their feet.
"Were you going for a dip?" asked the red-haired dude.
Vanessa wrinkled her nose. They were cute. "Perhaps."
"We'll join you," the dark-haired one opted.
"Yeah," the others chimed. "Let's get wet."
She brightened at their proposal. Except for the reprieve Misty's arrival brought, she'd solely had the company of Jon. For months, it had been just the two of them. Jon sequestered her from the world, his logic escaping her. She wasn't complaining. Jon made an appetizing companion, but she longed for variety and selection.
Those hunks were probably in their mid-twenties. She welcomed the opportunity to frolic with them and permit nature to run its course.
She charged into the water, her breasts flouncing. They almost sprang from the flimsy top. Chuckling, the men chased after her. They sounded glad to have found such a lively chick.
Vanessa showed off her body from the waist up. She giggled when the waves came, bouncing off her body. Each breaker loosened her strings until her bikini barely stayed attached. The men were riveted and exchanged snickering comments. Their appreciation of her fine attributes led to a wild idea. In a flight of whimsy, she discarded her upper piece. She merely tossed it without a care for later retrieval and bared her big, evenly tanned tits. The guffawing ended and an outbreak of drool started.
"Wow," the blond exclaimed. "What a pair."
"Totally awesome!" the red-headed hunk declared.
"Whoa, mama," mentioned the third.
Vanessa giggled at their whoops and calls. She pranced about, pleased with their reaction. It felt great to parade naked in front of strangers. To hear male laughter and see such happy smiles was a respite from the monotony she suffered. Her daily existence was comprised of tiresome routine. Their visible delight bred naughtier ideas. She couldn't be bothered with the ribald tales they'd spin from the eventshe'd never see them again.
Their chants grew bolder and they clamored for more. The blond wanted her bottoms as a souvenir. She unfastened the ties, then flung them at him. The others tried to catch her, but she successfully eluded them.
The water became choppier. She'd been smacked in the face one time too many, and the taste of salt displeased her. She hurried to the beach, leaving her admirers to the whitecaps.
They tagged along, playing the game. Vanessa noticed, upon their coming out, that none had on their suits. Their dicks swung, semi-hard, as they strode toward her. The force of the water hadn't simply dragged off their swimming duds; those crazy guys intentionally ditched them.
They surrounded her. She stood her ground, greeting them with a foxy smile. Three on one-she loved it. Pleasuring three virile men was fruition of a fantasy.
They chose a spot on the sand and let their instincts transport them.
Gradually, Vanessa learned their names as the men spoke to each other. The blond was Kevin, the brown-haired one Mark, and the carrot-topped one Rick.
She and Kevin kissed. His tongue flickered in her mouth, provoking hers into activity. She responded, caressing his cheek.
Other sensations rivaled for her attention. She clenched her teeth as hot drool streaked down her exposed flesh. Mark made no attempt to contain the excess that escaped his pucker. The sensation of it coursing over her skin brought an involuntary shiver. Breaking free of Kevin, she gazed down at herself and saw how he succeeded in honing her nipple to a point.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "that felt good."
Rick whiffed her snatch. Vanessa smelled like strawberries. Her fragrant fur pleasantly him. He pressed his lips to it, nudging apart her folds. Her pink flaps separated.
Vanessa's groin tightened in anticipation. She could hardly wait to smother all with her hungry snatch. Her pussy ached for something hard and persistent that wouldn't easily tire. Each stud appeared endowed to handle the situation.
Kevin nibbled on her ear and tried to rekindle their earlier momentum. He was in competition with the others.
Mark's mouth inched down her uncovered flesh, leaving a trail of moisture with his curling tongue. She trembled as his warm breath filtered over her stomach.
Mark displaced Rick, who willingly moved to her ass. Rick fondled her velvet buns. After a moment's savoring, he stretched them apart. Her tiny butt hole winked at him. Grinning, he extended his tongue.
"Oh, God," Vanessa moaned, feeling it go in. Rick had no reservations about licking that spot. Foamy spit sloshed in that area.
"You make me so fucking hungry," he muttered before taking another serving.
Kevin, yearning for some concentration, put his cock in her hand. Gently, she yanked on it. Her tug brought an avalanche of gasps and a hearty throb. He whipped back his head, and when righting it, exhibited a flushed countenance. "Slowly, baby. Slowly."
Vanessa obliged him.
Mark, pussy-bound, was on the verge of locking his lips to her cunt. He licked them open, then closed over the moist, pink flesh. Prickly foam dribbled over her clit. He tongued her pebble-hard button, then drew more of her honey. His suck left her speechless.
Vanessa sobbed.
Mark slowly tongue-fucked her. He eased into that damp crevice and sponged its flavor. Vanessa's sweet juices poured into his mouth with each suck.
Rick orally and manually provoked Vanessa's anus. She shivered at the introduction of his digit, then seconds later, moaned from his wiggling tip.
It was more stimulation than she'd ever had. Vanessa, swallowing roughly, pushed Mark's head away. "Let me suck your cock."
Mark smirked. "Sure, baby," he murmured, throwing his legs apart. "Can't wait to get your mouth on it, huh? Go ahead. Take me."
Rick and Kevin watched.
Vanessa sank to her knees before him. By elevating her tits, his gaze was unobstructed. Mark centered his attention on them. His lips dried after a moment's study. Her pink nubs bulged between her fingers.
"I like your tits," he commented.
Vanessa smirked at his compliment. "How'd you like to fuck them?"
He grinned. "That's cool with me."
Mark smugly folded his hands behind his head. Vanessa gazed at his golden, sinew-rich thighs. They surrounded her naked tits. Eight inches of cock swayed before her.
Without hesitation, Vanessa lowered her mouth to Mark. His salt-laced flesh melted in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the domed head, circling his cum slit. Capturing a large portion, she began pulling on it. Bubbly spit accumulated on that section. Back and forth she moved, collecting more of him. Her tongue curled around the plump head. She massaged him with her lips. His stomach muscles tensed. He placed his fingertips on her head, then gradually encompassed her entire skull. She heard his breathing labor as he pulsated inside her mouth.
"Yeah, baby," he gasped, urging her to tighten about his swollen cock. His chest expanded. He exhaled with difficulty. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
From behind, Rick cleaned the flaps of Vanessa's pussy. In and out of them he dipped, paving the way. Her pink flesh quivered at each successive prod.
Kevin pulled on his cock, enjoying her performance and waiting his turn. He looked forward to getting a piece of that luscious ass.
Vanessa fondled Mark's balls while swallowing him. His pubes curled around her fingers. "Mmmmm," she growled against his hard, male flesh. It all but silenced her. Mark, as she had predicted, gave her quite a mouthful. His wild pulsations thrilled her to no end.
Vanessa's tits were level with Mark's gaze. She licked his erect cock. She lavished his thing with saliva kisses. The large, bulbous head turned a reddish hue. Vanessa expected the aggravated slit to open and spurt goo.
Rick returned to Vanessa's anus. He lashed the wrinkled hole, then inched into it.
"Ohhhh." Vanessa could not contain her joy. Rick nicely reamed her. She surrendered to the rush. Her mouth broke loose from Mark.
Rick protruded from her quivering butt cheeks. He dived into that crack, moistening it with saliva. His hands framed those sumptuous buns. When he suspected she was ready, he shot to his feet. His cock strained with excitement. The chance for attainment was his. He stuck his plump knob into that hot chasm, then pushed.
Vanessa moaned. "Yeah. Put it in my ass."
He didn't wait for her to repeat that invitation. Rick eased himself between those shivering cheeks. Her rectum nearly crushed him. He threw back his head, groaning. Rear entrance was his favorite. "Sure, baby. I'll bone your little tush. Let's see how much cock it can take."
Vanessa recovered from her daze. She lowered her tongue to Mark and trailed fresh saliva. Binding him with her tits, she stroked him. His shaft throbbed in her cleavage.
Rick's pouch smacked her ass. He extended deep, filling her rear with cock. He looked down, watching it go in. Those small cheeks absorbed the goods. Gripping her by the waist, he plunged fully into that dark pulp. Vanessa's joyful gasp followed.
Mark devoured her sensual lips in a long, fever-inducing kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, impatiently combing that sweet vacuum. Vanessa greeted his frenzied brush with moaning encouragement.
Rick yanked himself from her ass-hole and splattered her butt cheeks. The pressure had been too intense. He watched his jism accumulate on her writhing buns. Eventually, he fell back, huffing.
Kevin wildly masturbated, digesting the scene. He thought Vanessa the hottest ticket.
Mark rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs. Her tasty seepage cleaved to the borders of her lush cunt lips. He went down on her nest of red curls, lapping the sugary substance. Vanessa immediately curved her back and moaned. That unexpected ticklish flare sent a scrumptious current through her entire body. He opened the drenched flaps with his expert tip, getting at her clit. She bulged against its stirring flutter.
"Ohhh," she whimpered, her ass thumping on the bench. "Oh, yeah. Eat me. Suck the juices out of my pussy."
He growled against that damp patch. His thumbs came into play, pinning back the boundaries so that he could dab them with his tongue. Having sufficiently cleaned them of juice, he sought her love button. His slurps were agonizingly thorough. He surrounded, then whipped that warm pebble until Vanessa's vision blurred.
Vanessa gasped for air. "Lick it. Suck my clit. You sure know what you're doing."
Mark promptly withdrew his worming tongue and leaned over her voluptuous form. Vanessa undulated, thrusting her riled cunt at him. Unable to stand her agony, he lowered his swollen cock to that slick passage. His large, rotund head split her soaked lips, then tunneled into them.
Vanessa's hands immediately shot up and attached to his brawny shoulders. Her mouth twisted in pleasure. "Oh, yeah. Stick me. I want to feel your cock. Come on, baby. A man belongs in there."
Mark stuck himself into that wet, clutching fissure. He sliced into warm pulp. Her tingling exertions nearly made him jizz. Fortunately, he retained some of his staying power. Clasping Vanessa's slender thighs, he crammed himself into her juicy center.
Vanessa moaned, receiving that stiff cock. He buried it in her tormented flesh. She was barely afforded time to prepare for that riveting entry. Her cunt immediately constricted about that sturdy member. She pushed forward, watching her snatch consume him. Her ankles were perched on his shoulders. His balls rested on her wrinkled anus. That bone-like thing throbbed in her sodden confines. She felt completely penetrated. "Oh, wow. Now stroke it, baby. Stroke me with your hard dick."
Mark gave her exactly what she wanted. He came at her slow and steady, cramming her pussy with total rigidity. She sobbed as he plowed into that succulent hole, making her feel every exciting inch. Back and forth he slid, generating sparks. The friction was outstanding. Vanessa lay back and savored every rupturing second.
"Feel good?" he grunted.
Vanessa barely managed a nod. Mark reached deep into her cunt, driving her wild. She threw her legs far apart. Mark held her sleek ankles. Jerking forward, he groaned as her snug pussy covered him. His balls punctuated his movements with a resounding slap; her anus endured the brunt of their swinging force.
Gazing at Vanessa, Mark vigorously pumped her. His libido surged. Pressing his stiff cock into Vanessa was imperative. Each thrust brought him closer to gratification. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried.
Vanessa moaned as Mark rammed her. Sweat poured down his chest in profusion. He buried his swollen member in her pussy. She glanced at the stem of his cock as it moved toward her uncoupled cunt lips, then clenched her teeth when he touched bottom. She willed herself into a vise. Mark's cock throbbed in her spongy clutches.
Mark shoved himself into that wet snatch, letting his balls wallop her. Doing her had been fun. She completely gratified him. Vanessa afforded him tremendous pleasure. Cumming would hardly put a dent in his lust; he had no doubt Vanessa's voluptuous figure would renew his desire.
Mark pumped her for several more minutes before his features became flush. Her butt wildly bounced off him. He tore out of her pussy and aimed at her shaking, sweat-covered breasts. "Here it comes, baby," he croaked before shooting cum on her tits. "Ughhhhh. Ughhh."
Vanessa barely heard him. His last few thrusts sent her over the edge. She convulsed beneath his hot spurts.
Kevin had used his fist most of the time. He'd jerked off far too long and was ready to explode. "Hurry, baby. Open your mouth."
Vanessa's lips widened for that cock. He stuck himself inside just in time. His creamy load poured down her throat in several blasts. He'd worked himself into a frenzy, witnessing the eruptions of his pals.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, thrusting against her mouth. His balls pelted her chin as he emptied himself. "Ughhh."
When he fell back, she had noticeably drained him.
Vanessa slipped away from them, collecting her wits. It had been a nonstop session with plenty of thrills. She panted, expecting more. Surely, the men could go another round.
Sex no longer appeared to be on their minds. In fact, their entire outlook changed. They no longer resembled the horny dudes enlivened by her tantalizing striptease.
Mark unzipped the duffel bag and fetched a metal apparatus. "Have you ever heard of B.O.N.E.? " he calmly asked.
"Or F.U.R.? " Rick probed.
Vanessa gazed at the tool he held. "Only in passing."
"Do you know what this is, Vanessa?" Mark asked.
She couldn't recall revealing her name to any of them, nor did she care for the menacing tone of their voices. "I think I'll be running along."
"I'm afraid we can't permit that."
Kevin blocked her escape from the rear, Rick stood off to the side. Mark extended the metal object toward her.
"What is that?" she asked when it was an inch from her nipple.
"Let it touch you, and you'll have the answer."
A spark flared and Vanessa screamed.
CHAPTER TEN
"How about it, ladies?" Dan Ragowski rattled his cuffs against the brass rails. "Get these things off me."
Crystal consulted Stephanie. "Do you think we should?"
Her partner seemed dubious. "What if he turns on us? His strength is more than ours combined."
"Yeah," she fretted. "He might be pissed at us for deceiving him."
"What are you talking about?" Dan asked, maintaining an innocent facade. "I don't remember a thing?"
Crystal raised her brow. "You don't?"
He shrugged. "Did I miss something?"
Stephanie whispered, "Morgana advised us that the zapper thing would cause him to forget."
Crystal frowned at the naked man in their bed. Dan had traditionally been gentle, except when they stipulated roughness. She thought back at how many times they made him cum. Between them and Morgana, Dan had to be at the verge of dropping. She expected his energy to be at low ebb. No guy could shoot that often and not be ready for eight solid hours of recovery.
"All right," she said. "But you had better behave. Morgana left the zapper with us." She nodded to the instrument resting on the night-stand. "Try anything swift and we'll get nasty."
He squinted. "Zapper? What the hell is that?"
"God," Stephanie said, "that thing made him stupid."
Crystal nodded. "We're probably safe. I'll let him loose."
As predicted, Dan groaned and massaged his wrists. "Those things were a nuisance," he said, then lowered his arms to his sides. "I'm whipped. You chicks are wild."
"So are you, baby," Stephanie said with a wink while groping her mound. "I didn't think there was so much fuck left in you."
"I agree," Crystal chimed. "We never had so much steady pounding. My pussy aches."
"No guy has gone that long with us."
He chuckled. "Are you serious? I'm old enough to be your father."
Crystal caressed his rigid shaft. Dan continued to sport an erection. The zapper seemed to prolong the zing in his cock. For the last two hours, he'd been hard. "Honey, you've outlasted any stud who tried carving his notch on our bedpost."
"That dick has a built-in engine," Stephanie murmured. "Mmmmm. Rev it for me, baby."
"Yeah," Crystal panted, "how about a little more of its locomotive power?"
The two women bantered about his sexual prowess. Dan grinned through their steamy compliments. He'd enjoyed satisfying them, but hadn't known to what degree.
Dan didn't have to worry about a new performance. The babes sought each other for their next act. Crystal climbed onto Stephanie, their tits pressing. He watched their mouths link. What drew his attention was the way their pussies met. Blonde fur meshed with brown. Heatedly, they rubbed.
Stephanie arched her back and greeted the oncoming friction with elevated hips. "Harder, baby. Do it."
"You like that, don't you, girlfriend?" Crystal whispered. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"Sure does."
Stephanie's cunt lips opened at her insistent push. Their clits, pulsing, ground together. A sweet tickle raced up her spine.
"Fuck me," she murmured.
"I'll fuck you, girlfriend-right and proper."
Dan couldn't resist petting those flexing butt cheeks as Crystal squirmed on top of Stephanie. Their feverish pace fed his imagination. He heard the moist union of snatch, spiced by the harsh breathing.
Stephanie dug her heels in the mattress and gave Crystal something soft and mushy to rub. The weakness in her loins was greater than ever. She could feel an orgasm building in the pit of her groin.
"Don't stop," she murmured, raking Crystal's back with her nails. "More. Keep it going."
"Wish I had a cock?" Crystal murmured.
Stephanie recalled the strap-on dildo she'd donned earlier. The pumping had been sweet, but not preferable. "No. I love your pussy."
Crystal jerked her hips, molding herself to that sopping snatch. She suction-cupped herself to Stephanie. They were cunt to cunt-and loving every squeaky second.
Crystal dwelled upon that screwing they'd had. She had gotten a whole lot out of the pumping, too. When that dildo pressed into her mound and smashed her clit, all that rubbing culminated in a mind-blowing orgasm. She came just as hard as her brunette playmate.
Stephanie bunched her tits together, reveling at their silken consistency. Her manipulation of them brought luscious shivers. Crystal swallowed harshly as her nipples went into Stephanie's mouth, then moaned from her riveting suck. Her tongue swirled around each nub, leaving a foamy path.
"Mmmmm," Crystal heard Stephanie sob in satisfaction. She drew upon her raised tip.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Crystal sighed, wallowing in that physical luxury.
After attending both nipples, Stephanie moved down. Crystal's long, sleek legs surrounded her. Her warm breath swept across her midriff and fanned her crotch. Stephanie's saliva dripped from her sucked nipples. Crystal felt a warm draft on her pussy. Stephanie panted at its unfurled sight. Crystal was crippled with desire. The muscles of her body tensed.
Stephanie's thumbs pushed her delicate folds aside. Her tongue advanced into her juicy crack. Crystal clenched her teeth as she wriggled into her snatch. Her tongue separated her cunt lips. Stephanie stroked her inner thighs and wove through her blonde curls while Crystal gasped for air. Hungrily, she dove into her pussy. Her movements were fluent. She licked the walls, extracting their flavor. Crystal spewed into her mouth. Stephanie's wiggling tongue brought the flow of cunt juice.
Crystal slumped against the pillows with her legs splayed, watching Stephanie nibble and suck. Her face was partially obscured behind the blonde feathering of her snatch. After a few moments of study, her head lobbed to the side.
A guttural moan emerged from the bottom of her throat.
Crystal tried to keep her sobs to a minimum, but Stephanie's whips were so imaginative and thrilling, containment was impossible. She delivered joy in waves, each overpowering her. Crystal, loving the way she ate her, didn't want Stephanie to stop.
Stephanie stared at Crystal while devouring her pussy. Those eyes, seen through her silky wisps, regarded her with total candor. She molded those lips to her cunt and gently sucked. Crystal profusely oozed from the pressure of her tongue. She gulped Crystal's nectar. Her thirst fiercely excited her. That serpentine tip fucked her wet, wanting hole.
Crystal's sodden flesh muffled her grunts. "Mmmmm," she murmured into her snatch. "Mmmmm."
Dan studied the two minxes in action. They were sensational. His dick was like stone. He couldn't resist stroking himself while taking in their little show.
Stephanie caressed her bare thighs. Her touch was pure electricity. Her clit received the best licking. She extravagantly circled her love button. Bubbles of spit slithered over that quivering patch. Her lips pinioned her drenched flaps, enabling her tongue to delve into her itchy center. Her darting and groping catapulted Crystal into oblivion.
Crystal was too woozy to separate herself from those sucking lips. She became lost in Stephanie's feeding frenzy. She sucked and swallowed her honeyed secretions. Stephanie had an insatiable appetite for cunt. Crystal's clit burned against her sinuous tongue. She held her legs open, aching for more of its bewitching dance.
"Yes," Crystal whispered, pushing her snatch into her mouth. "Scoop out the honey."
Stephanie's dark fluff advanced toward her face. Those pink, pouting lips opened just before molding to her mouth.
"Give me some head, too, girlfriend," Stephanie murmured. "I could use a few licks."
Crystal let out her tongue and slid it into place. Instantly, she tasted jism. Dan's spent cum still lingered in her pussy. He'd cum in both of them. His virile expression at the second of eruption flashed before her. She tasted his creamy residue.
"Suck me," Stephanie moaned, pushing down on Crystal's face. "Suck my pussy."
Crystal's mouth began to function. She drew upon that tender flesh, extracting what was left of Dan. She rubbed Stephanie's cunt with her lips and tongue. Stephanie's juices poured down her throat.
"Oh, yeah," the brunette moaned, humping her face. "Harder. Faster."
Stephanie's clit bulged against her tongue's tip. More of her nectar trickled, only to be gulped.
"Yeah," Stephanie whimpered. "Keep doing that. You're going to make me cum."
Crystal worked her into a lather. She sucked hard on Stephanie, enjoying her tremors. That moist patch of flesh kept descending on her.
Meanwhile, Stephanie cupped her buttocks and thirsted on her snatch. Crystal heard her gulp down everything she siphoned. Back and forth went that spirited tongue, driving her insane. It almost impaired Crystal's concentration. Lightheaded, she reciprocated.
"Ohhhh."
It didn't take much. Stephanie started to wail and pitch. Soon, her breasts vibrated. Crystal's pelting mound muffled her cries. Stephanie remained attached throughout her feverish shake. Crystal could not elude orgasm. Its flames flickered at her snatch.
"Oh, Christ," Crystal whimpered, feverishly convulsing. Her lips were wet with Stephanie's juice. Slamming into Stephanie's face, Crystal implored that she eat all she oozed.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
The handcuffs snapped cleanly over their wrists. The chicks were still shuddering with orgasm when the distinct click rang. Dan, producing a second pair, shackled them together.
"Oh, no," Crystal moaned, writhing on top of Stephanie. "What have you done?"
"Taken you out of the loop." Dan got out of bed and slipped on his shorts. "You can thank M.E.A.T. for the rigorous conditioning program they impose on us. That zapper almost knocked me cold, but I managed to survive it."
Stephanie panicked. "Morgana is gonna shit!"
"I'd better hurry. She's hot on Vanessa's trail. If she gets to her first-" He shook his head. It was a thought he preferred not to pursue.
Dan was out the door before they could move.
Crystal and Stephanie struggled. "God damn it. We can't let him get away. Morgana will kick our asses!"
Stephanie whimpered, "How are we going to chase him when both our wrists are bound?"
Crystal thought her dense. "Roll, baby, roll. We've got to get off this bed and to a phone! We haven't a moment to spare!"
They lurched and started in one direction. Their seductive forms flipped. First Crystal was on top, then Stephanie, and Crystal again. The side of the bed, however, smacked the night-stand, knocking the Mind Zapper onto the sheets.
Stephanie saw it wheel into their path. "Wait a sec," she screamed, almost hyperventilating. "Hold it right there!"
Crystal, oblivious to the obstacle, hurled them in its direction. "Come on, you lazy bitch. We don't have all fucking day."
Stephanie's eyes grew huge with fright. She vehemently tried keeping her from making that last flip. "Stop!"
It was too late. The force of Crystal's body landed them squarely on it. Electricity jolted them as they received the charge. "Oh, my God!" Crystal yelped. "You dumb cunt!" Stephanie hissed, clenching her teeth. "Look at what you fucking did! Ughhh!" They jerked about, then fainted.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Misty smiled at Jon's slumbering form. The former B.O.N.E. agent strongly appealed to her, especially after they got better acquainted. His handsome face and athletic body initially drew her, but when adding his gentle nature to the equation, she couldn't resist him. She had long forgiven him for subduing her. He had more than proven his friendship and the basis for his mission revolving around Vanessa.
Oblivious to her heated stare, he slept. She couldn't hold back the surge of passion that seized her. Smiling devilishly, she lowered her tongue and delicately licked his massive chest. Her dabs of saliva made him sticky. Her tongue streamed around his nipple while she held her gape of his clean-cut face.
Sure enough, Jon's eyelids fluttered until his baby-blue spheres locked in her image. "Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked with a drowsy grin.
Her lips curved. "Figure it out."
Misty's wealth of dark hair tumbled over his stomach as she inched to his navel. The mixture of sweat and saliva made him taste yummy. She noted his tremors, along with his extended groan. While her tits rested in his lap, she felt his cock swell in size. His eight inches took shape. She wriggled against him, provoking his development.
Finally, Jon couldn't handle another tormenting second. "Maybe I ought to give you a taste of your own medicine, baby," he croaked. "Let's switch."
Misty obeyed. He affectionately applied his tongue to her soft, pink nipples. For a man accustomed to violence and using brute strength, Jon delicately flickered over her flesh. He whisked over the pointed end, then switched to the other. His sweep brought lighting bolts of pleasure. Her toes curled as he attached himself to each nipple and sucked the flavor from them. Her toes curled as he drew strongly from them. After her thoughts were in shambles, he dropped to the cleft of her breasts and buried his face. Her encounter with that vibrant tongue was electrifying.
Misty shifted on her back. Ecstasy coursed through her.
Warm air filtered over her aroused skin as he journeyed down the length of her body. Jon exhaled sharply over her brown nest. Her pussy lay bare for him. She writhed as that limber tip delivered its bubbly concoction. He ate her slowly, attuned to the jitteriness at that formed in the pit of her groin.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, surrendering to it. "Ohhhh. More. Yes. Don't stop."
Jon held her open with his thumbs. He outlined her pink flaps, then breezed over the enlarged bud. Misty's nails sank into his shoulder. He returned to that solid bump and found its frenzied pulse. Back and forth he went, lathering her with spit. Bubbly foam layered her quivering patch. He concentrated on her delighted squeals and wild gyrating. Misty's tits pitched, her nipples vibrating. Her heels dug into the mattress while his head stayed down.
"Oh, God," she wailed above his steady gulp. Her passion edged higher as he ate. Keeping her thighs apart, she felt that superb weakness amass.
Jon ate right through her contractions. That tongue never lost mobility. He went on, preparing her for another round. Misty marveled at his persistence and generosity. His tongue was unstoppable. She pressed herself to his face and shook. He lapped her to oblivion.
Before long, Misty peaked. She lost count of her orgasms. His rapid-fire pace sent her to the top. He slid over those nectar-rich membranes with delicious speed, carrying her higher and higher.
She palmed her rock-hard nipples. Jon's saliva lubricated her swirling movement. She tweaked those thick stubs, feeling the charge to her extremities.
His thirst proved unquenchable. He went down on her without an intermission. His creative strokes left her a shaking wreck. Enfeebled by his tongue, Misty could do nothing except submit. He licked her from one orgasm to the next, indifferent to the rawness.
Misty jerked at his gut-wrenching slurp. "Put your tongue there. Yes, Suck that clit. Whip it with your tongue. Keep me wet. Give it to me, faster. Slide it into my hot, wet cunt."
Jon drank hugely from her loins. He lashed her creamy contours, curving along her swollen love bud. Her nectar flowed down his throat. His tireless gulp drenched her with desire.
Misty twisted from the fury of his tongue, grasping his shoulders as he indulged his appetite. She teetered from the heights of lust, letting her pleasure escalate with each masterful stroke.
She pleaded for him not to stop. Jon gave her no cause for concern. He licked her clit until shivers riddled her spine. He feverishly tongued her, letting her gratification build and crest.
Jon flitted over her aroused button, eliciting sighs and shivers from Misty. He dabbed her cunt with refreshing saliva, spreading heat into her creamy folds. His brisk tempo drove her to the limit of her sanity. He dove into her silky womb, spearing her hot loins.
Jon fondled her with his mouth. He massaged her mound while sucking her. His drool spilled from the corners and dribbled to her inner thighs.
Misty whimpered as the guttural weakness culminated. Circling her clit, he brought a flurry of spasms-stronger than those previously experienced. She didn't think she could handle another bout with that dynamic tip.
Her nails dug into her palms. She clenched her fists as euphoria overtook her. She writhed and gyrated beneath his oral clutch, then pelted his face. Her cunt pulsated, the lips trembling. Nectar dripped from her slit, only to be devoured.
Jon lifted his face from her quivering pussy, then glanced down at himself. His cock stretched at her, ready for action. Misty, gulping for air, held her arms out to him. He climbed on top, wedging apart her sleek legs with his muscular thighs. His cock slid smoothly into her cunt. Misty, drenching wet, easily accommodated his broad, probing member.
"Yeah, baby," Jon muttered while putting it in her.
Misty gasped. Pounding hard cock went between her legs. Her lips folded back and gobbled eight inches Her hands closed over his solid buns, dragging him tightly to her squirming body. She sucked air through gritted teeth, then moaned from that hard, filling sensation.
"Yeah," he grunted, stabbing into her furry mound.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, feeling that big dick.
Jon cupped her shoulders and jammed himself as deeply as possible into that snatch. Liquid heat engulfed him. Gazing into her eyes, he began to thrust. He loved watching Misty, from the insertion stage to her shuddering climax. "Yeah," he muttered, pulling her to him. "Suck me into that warm, wet pussy."
Misty's chin came up, then her lips twisted. Jon's thickness always challenged her. She was never quite prepared for it.
"God," Jon gasped. His jaw dropped and the air squeezed fro his expanded chest. Despite his marred expression, those tight walls enclosed him. He fed his excited dick to that hungry snatch. Misty shrank around him. He charged through that slimy clench until his pubes intertwined with hers. Her tits cushioned his chest. Her stiff nipples stabbed his flesh.
Misty moaned as he split her middle. Twisting her buttocks, she fought to receive every bit of him. She surrendered to that push of authority. Jon regulated her consumption. While pumping her, his balls slapped her ass. She blindly searched for him with her hands and found his broad shaft jutting from her wet hole.
He scooped her tits together and plunged his mouth over the pointed ends. Misty whimpered as he sucked. "Mmmmmm," Jon groaned, feverishly attaching himself. He throttled her ripe nugget with his tongue.
Whimpering, she jerked beneath him. Lifting her ass, she heatedly stuffed him between her legs. Her juicy lips caught the taut skin of his dick. She reversed direction before losing him, recapturing that cock.
His eyes were glued to her, carefully digesting her response. Her expressions fed his imagination. He loved driving her wild with his cock. She greased his member with her overflowing joy. He cunt drippings made him warm and slick. He sawed through those sappy lips and went as far as possible. Her pussy supplied him gratifying friction.
Misty lay back, pleasured by his confident strokes. Her cunt devoured him to the trunk. Pushing her way to his ample stem, she twisted her pussy lips. His balls bulged at her quivering entrance.
Jon, framing that satiny ass with his hands, fucked the fur-lined hole. Misty's mouth formed a circle, from which an endless stream of gasps spouted. His wide member kept her wet and open. He squeezed her buns while packing that drenched space. Her cock squeaked against those slick cunt lips.
Misty trailed hot, wanting kisses from Jon's mouth to the nape of his throat. Her hands swept up and down his powerful back before resting on his ass. She stroked his equipment in feathery circles. His dick, protruding from her gaping hole, remained anchored even as she physically riled him.
Jon began to groan, but Misty slipped him her tongue. She perceived his thrill. He shifted above her, reacting from that electrical surge.
"Mmmmm," she moaned down his throat. She pressed her tits to his chest. He kept shoving his cock, increasing her verbal feedback. Her pussy grabbed that rigid thing, attempting to stop it. Jon jerked himself from her grasp, fucking her into submission.
After frantically riding her, he displaced Misty's tongue. "Take me," he croaked, encompassing that spirited ass with his hands and plowing into her juicy core. "Fuck that thing." He savagely pumped her, sincerely trying to get her off. "It wants to make you cum."
Misty could feel the strength in his cock. Jon's thrusts placed more emphasis on her back. Her shoulders and head dug into the mattress as he slammed into her hot, receptive flesh.
Jon crammed all he had into her juicy cunt. His improved tempo resulted in her endless sobbing. He felt the snare of those greasy lips in the pit of his balls.
He mouthed Misty's nipples, provoking her temperature. He lashed those flavorful nuggets, surrounding them in a wreath of bubbles.
Misty wept. That bone-solid shaft reached deeply into her cunt. "Yes," she whimpered, close to cumming. She needed only a little more of him to peak. "Oh, yes."
"Let it happen," Jon muttered. His feral expression provoked her. His nostrils flared and mouth twisted. Crimson blotches shaded his cheeks. "Don't hold back."
His rampant enthusiasm overwhelmed her. He fiercely pumped her with that dick, speeding up her joy. She experienced the dizzying climb, the amassing commotion, and then that startling consummation. Tenaciously, Jon drew her to that toe-curling onslaught. His white-hot cock drove into her responsive pussy.
The intensity of her convulsion left her debilitated. Those powerful contractions impaired her vision and speech. That firm chest blanketed her breasts while the lower portion of him turned into a piston. His rapid-fire movements catapulted her into oblivion. She lost sight of Jon and his proximity to orgasm. She lost her grip on reality, whipped into a frenzy. Smashed beneath him, she shoved herself at that immense spike. Her quivering center ached fro penetration. She screamed her way through that sapping climax.
Jon's animal growl sounded above the din. Sightless and open-mouthed, he looked rather incoherent. His ragged breathing supplied her a clue. Slowly lifting himself, his cum gushed from her snatch. The proof of his fulfillment dripped from her cunt.
"God," he gasped, collapsing on his back.
She placed her hand over his heart. His staccato beat informed her of its galloping fulfillment. His dick was red, and sticky from her juices. His creamy knob drew her fascination. She dragged her dark mane over his stomach, then took him into her mouth. Jon balled his fists as her lips tightened around his bulbous head. His knee came up as he sharply exhaled.
"Oh, baby," he groaned as she sucked the surplus goo from his shaft. Still tender from that wrenching release, he shifted beneath her hot pucker.
She caressed his quivering abdominals, then brushed his dark pubes before clasping his erection. Her moist lips kept him hard. Firmly pumping him, she extracted the rest of his ferocious excitement.
Jon groaned as those sucking lips finished him. Misty's tongue curled around his dick, cleaning every trace of his leakage. When she lapped the last bit, his head sank into the pillow while he let out a resounding gasp.
Misty smiled. She was happy to have satisfied him. "Hey," she mentioned during his recuperation, "where's Vanessa?"
"More than-likely, puttering about," he muttered. "She's become very domesticated of late."
"From secret agent to hausfrau." Misty wrinkled her nose. "That's some transformation."
Jon mulled over what she said. "You know, a light appears in her eyes when we talk. I sense an internal war, a stumbling through the murkiness." He sighed. "As I once mentioned, I've never given up hope."
Misty smiled. His optimism helped paint a nice picture to carry them through the day. "I believe I'll make some coffee. We can drink it on the beach while taking in the scenery."
"Excellent plan."
Misty went to the kitchen and found no sign of Vanessa. Shrugging, she began preparations for brewing a pot. All supplies were within her reach.
A shuffling sounded behind her. Soft footsteps, which she perceived as female, padded across the floor.
"There you are," Misty said before spinning around. "Jon and I were just-"
A strange brunette woman lunged at her with a metal device. Scorn was plainly knitted into her beautiful features. "A miscalculation of your part," she snarled before lashing out with it.
Misty couldn't avert its path. The thing skimmed her arm. A crackling spark it produced evolved into pain. "God," she whimpered, then toppled.
Morgana regarded her inanimate figure. "You should have looked, darling. Now you snooze."
She stepped over Misty and proceeded to the bedroom. Jon Monroe continued to bask in the afterglow of gratifying sex. She sniffed its telling aroma upon entering. Yes, he had just fucked that woman. Judging from her upbeat mood, she had loved it.
Her arrival ended his reverie. A frown creased his face. "Are you paying me a visit, Morgana, or merely slumming?"
Morgana took pleasure in wiping the smirk off his face. "I've caught your hand in your nooky jar one time too many. It's bad enough being sympathetic to F.U.R., but bedding them will cost you. B.O.N.E. will demote you to the basement level before I'm through with you. You'll be court-martialed, cited for treason. Put short, your ass is mine."
Her designs meant little to him. He sat up in bed. "What have you done to Misty?"
"She's sleeping it off. An hour from now, she'll almost be as good as new." She twirled the Mind Zapper in her palm. "I place heavy emphasis on the word 'almost.' Six months from now, she still won't know what hit her."
Jon hopped to his feet and assumed a threatening stance. "I ought to put you out of your misery now, Morgana, using my bare hands."
Morgana wasn't the least fazed. "Take one more step, baby, and you'll get a sample of B.O.N.E.'s newest weapon."
"You don't scare me, baby." Scowling, he put a foot forward.
"Have it your way." Morgana held out the Mind Zapper. "You're going down."
Before she could take a swing at him, a hand captured her wrist. Morgana turned and looked right into a pair of emerald eyes. The gorgeous Vanessa Storm looked equally fearless, and given the strength of her grip, similarly powerful.
"I understand you're a woman without a past," Morgana snorted. "Reports are that you're clueless."
Vanessa's green spheres sparkled at her. She tightened her grasp on Morgana, nearly cutting her circulation. "Wrong as usual. I'm very much aware of who I am and where I'm going. F.U.R. has a thick file on you, Morgana. Our documentation on you, full of juicy stuff, is quite entertaining."
Morgana's smile dissolved. "Your memory . . .has been restored?"
Jon's face lit up. "Has it?"
Vanessa nodded. "You can thank the goons this bitch sent after me. One of them used the Mind Zapper on me." She engaged Morgana with strong eye contact. "While those dopes were scratching their heads, trying to figure out how they could have fucked up, I snatched the zapper and did them. One swipe was all it took. They're catching forty winks as we speak."
Morgana seethed at her revelation. "God damn it!" She tried wrestling herself free from Vanessa, but her hold was on-negotiable. "I should have told them to kill you."
Vanessa tore the instrument from her hand and hurled it to the wall. It broke into pieces upon impact. "You know, sweetheart, you've got a bad attitude. Perhaps twenty years in solitary confinement might improve it."
Morgana snarled.
Vanessa pointed a finger at her. "Mess with me, bitch, and I'll slap the shit out of you."
Acknowledging that she was of superior might, Morgana glowered.
Jon's delight at seeing the old Vanessa Storm emerge from her shell had him pulling her into an embrace. He hugged the voluptuous body to him. "You're really back?"
"Yes," she said, returning his flood of affection. "That shock was all I needed. It locked my memory back into place."
"This is wonderful news. Let's notify F.U.R. at once."
"As well as cart this minx to the nearest prison." Vanessa turned to give Morgana a withering look, but fond her gone. "Fuck! She skipped on us. Let's go."
Morgana raced to the car, her heart palpitating. Shit! Everything had gone haywire, including Vanessa's revival. B.O.N.E. would severely punish her for botching the mission. Her credibility was ruined beyond salvaging.
The tires screeched as she roared down the road. The wind whipped through her hair as she groped for a new plan, a way of minimizing the damage. There had to be some way of rectifying the situation and redeeming herself before the review board. B.O.N.E. didn't often forgive, but she'd give it a shot.
A hand suddenly closed over her shoulder. In her ear, the sound of a familiar voice rasped. "It's over, baby. You're headed for an early retirement."
Terry McGuire, hiding in back, sat up. Morgana had jumped into the vehicle and hurtled down the two-lane blacktop without checking.
"Let go of me, ass-hole. They're after me."
"Not a chance, doll. Pull over, now."
Morgana heeded his intimidating tone. They were traveling at a high speed, capable of a brutal smash-up. Fortunately, she had another Mind Zapper in her glove compartment. Upon stopping, she would distract him, then apply the disorienting charge. "All right, honey. There's no need for gruffness."
They coasted, then came to a halt. Morgana's eyes rested on the button that would release the door and send the weapon rolling into her hand. Known for her deftness, she would rid herself of the little pest. One shock and she'd dump him, discombobulated, in the bushes.
"Okay, honey, let's settle this in a friendly way." She was about to turn, but Terry brought out a shiny, round object. "What's that?"
"Don't you recognize it, doll? It's one of B.O.N.E.'s slave discs. I've been saving it for someone special."
Morgana pulled. "You're insane."
"This is for Greg Newton." He promptly pressed it to her forehead.
Morgana bolted from her seat and screamed. Her hands flew at the metal thing, wanting to claw it off, but already its vibrations pierced her brainwaves. "Oh, no. Ohhh."
Terry wasn't the least sympathetic. "That's it, baby. Let it do its job."
Her green eyes curved up in their sockets. Sweat poured from her brow as she thrashed in her seat. She moaned as it took command of her mind. She shivered while sliding to the passenger side.
"You've issued your last order," Terry said, opening the rear door, then hoping into the driver's seat. "From this point on, you obey me." He pushed her trembling self with his thigh, revolted by the woman. "I ought to leave that thing on your miserable head until we return to B.O.N.E. headquarters."
Morgana whimpered, damp with perspiration. Her tits shifted within her tight top. He caught her nipples peeking from the neckline.
Terry thought on it a moment, then detached the thing from the forehead. The thing had properly dazed her. He doubted she could try anything, given her tamed state. "Just lay there, doll, and we'll get where we have to go quick enough."
Morgana stirred from her bewilderment. The slave disc had sapped her of her determination. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, unsure of what had happened.
Terry grinned. The bitch had it coming.
Morgana, however, felt a powerful stirring in her loin. Whatever Terry had done, she was now very horny. She found her riding companion as fiercely attractive. The need to have him burgeoned.
Her fingers inched toward his crotch. "We aren't in that much of a hurry, are we?"
Terry snorted. "Don't bother, doll. I'm not interested."
"The hell you aren't." She yanked down her top, showing him her tits. They came out, large and full. The nipples were an appetizing pink, looking for a warm, wet mouth. She stroked, then pinched them. Instantly, they got hard. "They're hungry for a man."
He glanced at them. Admittedly, they were nice. "Put them away, baby."
Morgana held up her breasts. "Play with my nipples."
Her pleas gnawed at him. He was the inclination to simply drive and arrive at their destination, but having Morgana under his power was a little more than he bargain for. His hand went to her thick stubs. His thumb circled, then flicked, before continuing to the other. Morgana moaned.
"Yes," she sighed, arching her back. She was elated that Terry obliged her. His grope pleased her. He traveled sluggishly over her velvet flesh, his coarse fingertips endlessly riling her. The thrill was lasting. "Oh, yes."
Her tits bulged in his grip. They were enormously soft and yielding.
"Don't they feel nice?" she sighed. His strength aroused her. "Aren't they pliable? Let them swell through your fingers. Take al that you can hold. Squeeze them. Please."
He leveled those brown eyes on her.
"Kiss them," Morgana said, steering her tits to his face. "Suck them."
Terry complied. Morgana clasped his head as he drew upon her delicate flesh. Morgana sobbed when he clamped one and vented a teeth-clenching suck. His tongue whipped her into a frenzy. Those dizzying revolutions enlarged her nipple to its full reach.
"Lick them," she whimpered. "Faster. Make them hard. Ohhhh."
While he gainfully employed his mouth, Morgana guided his free hand into the front of her tight pants. He encompassed her quivering mound. His thumb sank into her malleable flesh. Her nectar spurted from the pressure. He delved into her juicy crack, sinking his fingers. Morgana gasped as he explored her hot depths.
"Oh, Terry," Morgana panted, loving it. "Jiggle me. Open me. Oh, yes. Ohhhh." Her eyesight dulled as he probed her cunt. Feverishly, she swiveled her hips.
He detached his lips from one nipple, then used them on its twin. His tip swirled around it while he concentrated suction. He softly pumped her tit, orally massaging it. Saliva escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled onto her skin. Before his drool could streak into her cleft, Terry slurped it. He slashed again at her nipple, then reapplied his pucker.
Morgana undressed him while he sucked her. She relieved him of his shirt and traced his furry chest. He was a veritable beast, but she loved it. She negotiated his belt, then unzipped him. His cock swelled beneath his briefs, tenting the fabric. Hooking the elastic band, Morgana lowered them over his hips. His dick sprang at her, fully engorged.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "That feels good." Descending upon him, Morgana gave him a few licks. Her tongue danced over the bulbous head, tasting him. Terry's manly flavor tingled on her palate. She detected faint traces of sweat on his soap-scented skin.
Morgana heard his rough intake. Her slurps immobilized him. Their silkiness stunned him. She glided over that mass of veins and hardened flesh, adding to his torment. She moistened the back of his shaft, then lapped his balls. Terry tensed at her darting tip. His fists trembled and his heels dug into the carpet.
"Fuck!" he muttered, stunned by her froth. His chest expanded and contracted. His abdominals quaked with each lash.
Morgana lathered his sac with meticulous care. Men love a good tonguing. His cock stood upright as she disbursed that glistening coat. She sampled hair and skin with each pass. Her bubbly concoction dripped from his pouch, only to be collected by another sweep.
Terry's finger sank into her cunt. She moaned as her pussy swallowed that thick digit. He twisted it to the knuckle, savoring the moisture, then slowly withdrew it. He went on to pump her until she purred.
After drenching his balls, she worked on his shaft. Her tongue wriggled to its top, pursuing the heavy vein of its underside. Clasping him by the base, she positioned him for her sucking lips. She took only that plump knob. Her lips massaged him while tickling his cum slit. A creamy pearl oozed onto her tongue. His male essence dissolved in her mouth. She sucked, seeking more of that dense fluid.
Terry manually teased her clit. Morgana shivered as he thumbed her love button. Its rough texture spurred her passion. The juices spurted from her loins, anointing his fingertips. He made her pussy wet and tingly.
Up and down that cock she went. Morgana sucked his dick to the very root. Embracing that section of thriving male flesh aroused her. Her lips twisted at its pulsating foundation, rose to the top and wrung its head. She took huge mouthfuls f him, savoring his gasping response. Smothering that throbbing beast with her tongue and lips, she drew upon it until a dash of his cum sluiced her taste buds.
Terry groaned from her feverish intake. He cupped the top of her head, guiding her.
Abruptly, Morgana detached her lips. "Mmmmmm. You have a sexy cock."
He pressed down on her. "Don't stop."
His breathless pleas turned her on even more. Morgana wouldn't have left him in that condition. She descended upon that cock, dragging her lips to the bottom. Her lips curved around his balls. She sucked and licked him. She tugged the taut skin while he vented his bliss. The crush of her lips vehemently excited him. He elevated his groin, eager to meet her. He couldn't wait for the press of her cheeks and whip of her tongue.
Gripping him by the stem, she clamped his side. Her lips raced up and down. She slid over that stretch of veins and congealed mass. He was totally rigid, inflexibly curved. His groan deepened when she sucked and slurped him.
Terry caressed her mound while Morgana ate him. His thumb settled over her clit, maintaining a steady motion. Shivers rushed through her. She neared orgasm with each twitch.
Morgana stroked his stiff thing. Her fist glided over that broad monster. His pulsations drove her crazy. He looked like he was going to cum. If she had persisted, he would have surely splattered her. His reddish dick seemed ready to emit its load.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, sucking. "Mmmmmm."
Terry yielded to her tugging lips. His cum spewed onto her tongue, squirt after squirt. He slammed back into the seat, almost numb. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
When his vision cleared, he saw the jeeps blocking the road. A man in his mid-forties strode toward them, on the verge of laughter.
"Terry McGuire and Morgana Finch," Dan Ragowski announced, "you're under arrest."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vanessa Storm was given a heroine's welcome home. F.U.R. and M.E.A.T. greeted her with open arms and a festive celebration.
Misty Worth recovered from her ordeal with the Mind Zapper. like Dan Ragowski, she'd been trained for such skirmishes and did not sustain the degree of damage others subjected to it had.
Dan Monroe was given a full pardon. Vanessa vouched for the fact that Dan had done nothing injurious, and protected her at all times.
Morgana and her retinue went to prison, as did Terry McGuire. As with the slave discs, the Mind Zapper's existence was short-lived. Factory production ceased upon her capture. Their weapons abolished, B.O.N.E. once again was momentarily crushed.
"You know," Vanessa mentioned at the height of her party, "all this rejoicing makes me horny."
Misty giggled, then winked at Jon. "I can appreciate that."
"Can anything be done about that?" Dan Ragowski asked.
"Is there a particular gentleman you wish to service you?" Dan inquired.
Misty added, "Or possibly a woman, if you prefer?"
Vanessa pretended to scan her guests, all of which were fellow agents, then returned to them. "I think this circle will do just fine."
"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned. "Ohhhh."
Vanessa settled onto Jon's bare lap. She sat backwards on him, allowing Dan to align his cock with her mouth. The hunky Polish man stroked himself, obviously making those rounded lips a target. Jon's dick sank into her pussy. He heavily protruded from her. Nonetheless, Vanessa smoothly absorbed him. She rose and fell on his muscular thighs. Jon's thick shaft fully expanded her cunt lips.
"Oh, yeah," Jon grunted, sliding into that juicy crack. Vanessa took everything he had. Her pussy soared to his tip, then reversed direction. Cupping her mound, he hauled her to his trunk. "Stay down on it, baby. Plant me in that hot snatch."
Beside him, Misty nibbled on his ear and caressed his heaving chest. Her inspiration propelled him.
The wet slap of their groins reverberated. Dan aimed for Vanessa's mouth. Vanessa took him in a smooth gulp. He cupped the back of her head, dragging her forward. Her lips swiftly covered him.
"Swallow me," Dan muttered. His jaw dropped, then reflected delight. When her lips linked the base of his cock, he held them there. She wetly bumped him. "Oh, yeah. Suck me."
His vein-riddled shaft muffled Vanessa's sigh of contentment.
Vanessa rose and fell on Jon's strong, smooth thighs. She enjoyed the jarring stab of his cock. Her pussy greased his shaft during its urgent stroke. Clasping Dan with her mouth, she rode Jon's solid member. She ground herself to that rock-hard bulk and derived total satisfaction. Her velvety ass cheeks kissed his balls with each abandoned descent. It felt wonderful to encase him.
Misty, aching for a little action herself, climbed onto his face. She leaned into his mouth until his lips fastened her sweet mound. His tongue moved like fire against her swollen clit.
"Yeah," she sobbed, thrusting against him. "Oh, God."
Vanessa heard Misty behind her. She turned to see the chick riding Jon's face, getting fucked by his tongue. It stimulated her to see them linked.
Dan groaned as he packed her mouth. Her tongue squirmed beneath him. Her lips had a strong, hungry pull.
Vanessa's moist cunt encompassed Jon. She powerfully squeezed him, weeping as he crammed himself into her. She watched his cock sink into her pussy, then shut her eyes. That rigid thing moved at a sluggish pace, savoring each cunt-widening stroke. He slid high into her snatch, establishing himself in her spongy confines.
Dan pumped her mouth. He could barely watch those sucking lips take him. Vanessa absorbed him to the root, her tongue rubbing his large vein. Throwing back his head, he felt ready to shoot.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, then shot his load in her mouth. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Vanessa's lips closed tightly around him while he creamed. Fondling his ass, she encouraged the meringue flow. He groaned as she drew it from him, pull after pull.
Behind her, Misty sobbed. Jon rubbed her clit to that irreversible point. She didn't think she could cum that fast, but did. He focused on her pulse, then accelerated until she almost skipped a few beats.
Jon latched onto her tasty mound, distilling her female flavor. His thumbs pinned back the pink flaps while he siphoning the nectar from her squishy center. Her slim, tanned thighs shook around his face.
"Yeah," Misty whimpered, bearing down on his mouth. She could feel that hot, pleasing sensation all the way up to her tits. She rocked back and forth, staying with it. "Yeah. Make me cum. Do it."
Jon worked until it happened. Misty bucked on his face, riddled with contractions. Her feverish cries aroused him.
Fortunately, Vanessa humped him. Having that pussy stroke his horny cock was a pleasurable outlet.
Dan stroked himself while staring at Vanessa. The redhead excited him beyond measure. Even after popping off, he needed to get inside her. Fucking her pussy was very much something that he longed to do.
Vanessa, reading Dan's thoughts, dismounted Jon. She turned around, offering him her butt. Those succulent legs spread with a proposition he couldn't ignore. He glimpsed the hole with the aggravated, freshly fucked lips. Without much consideration, he slid right into it. His bulbous crown sank into her juicy orifice.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned, receiving him. Dan was much longer and even more to fuck. She clenched her teeth as that enormous thing speared her. "Yeah, fuck me."
In front of her, Jon's cock stood. Her tart juices thoroughly coated him. Vanessa lowered her tongue to it, lashing away the sugary excess. Up and down that shaft she went, wiping away her nectar.
Misty was a complete wreck after climaxing on Jon's face. Her orgasm had been sweet, but not fulfilling. She craved that deep rub only a cock could provide.
Seeing Vanessa slurp him, she thought of doubling her joy by putting herself between that furious female tongue and that thick monster. Vanessa was famous for her muff-diving talents.
While Vanessa's tip moved with purpose, Misty slid down his cock. She moaned as it filled her tender cunt. "Yes," she whispered, biting her lip.
Vanessa kept on licking. She tongued the section of Jon protruding from Misty's sopping snatch, then moistened his balls.
Dan saw Vanessa's butterfly skills while feeding her cock, doggie-style. In and out of that cunt he slammed. She took him to the hilt. His balls whacked her quivering buns with each descent.
Meanwhile, Vanessa orally attended Jon. She cemented her lips to his broad cock while her tongue relentlessly pursued the large vein of his underside. She soaked the captured portion of him in hot drool. Vanessa massaged his balls with her thumbs.
"Doesn't it taste good, baby?" Misty asked, humping him. She plunged upon him and got grazed by the vibrant tip. "Oh, God, that feels so good. Yeah, lap his balls, then my pussy. Wash my clit with your bubbly drool."
Vanessa's red hair spilled over her face as she jointly worked on them. Reluctant to block Misty's view, she flipped it over her shoulder without skipping a beat. More of his cock sank into her pussy. Jon groaned as, inch by inch, he disappeared in that slick pussy. Vanessa's tongue chased the submerged section.
Behind her, Dan stuffed himself into her cunt. He enjoyed rear delivery-it provided him greater control. Sawing into her wet snatch, he groaned. "It feels great to bone you again. It's been too long."
Vanessa sucked Jon and Misty into a swelter. Her tangy juices still clung to his skin from fucking. Misty's pussy was a bonus. Having her juices trickle onto her tongue made it all seem better.
"Take more of it," Jon insisted, bracing himself for Misty's descending cunt lips. His dick tingled from Vanessa's vibrant reception. Misty sank on him, burying him in squish. His balls strained against her smothering flesh. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Move your ass, baby. Shake those buns while you fuck me."
Vanessa slurped away, lingering on his balls while Misty lifted and dropped herself on that cunt-splitting member. The two of them pushed her against Dan, who hammered her from the back.
A hoarse cry rose from the pit of Jon's throat as Misty swallowed him whole. His Adam's apple vibrated, his eyes rolling up into their sockets. "Oh, yeah. I'm so close to shooting."
Misty had taken all she could of Jon. His pumping got her off fast. She came hard, her pussy squeezing him for all it was worth. Vanessa dutifully cleaned the surplus from her pussy.
Unable to continue, she came off of Jon. Her upper middle section ached from the fucking.
Without a pussy hiding him, Vanessa went after Jon's cock. She covered him with her lips, prepared to remove every drop of Misty from him. She filled her entire mouth, wringing his flavor with a twist of her expert lips. At the rate she went, she anticipated a screaming eruption. She kept an eye on Jon and witnessed his dwindling stamina. He couldn't handle more of her oral delivery.
Dan slapped her butt. His dick sank home, making the connection. Her cunt twisted and pulled on him. The urge to shoot became impossible to ignore. It demanded the cum churning in his balls.
"I'm gonna do it," he muttered. Within seconds, he yanked himself from her squishy confines and squirted her luscious rump. He pumped his cock with his fist, working every drop from the tip. Her ass received his hot splatter. "Ughhh."
Vanessa continued sucking Jon without skipping a beat. She sought that creamy payoff and yearned to gulp it.
Jon grew increasingly restless. Although he could have permitted Vanessa to finish him with her mouth, the urge to fuck her senseless held greater appeal. Getting blown simply did not lend itself to the gut-wrenching discharge he craved.
Abruptly, he plucked himself from her slobbering orifice. "Hurry," he croaked. "Get up here."
Vanessa did not immediately comprehend his plea. Spending time with that monstrosity in her mouth had left her woozy. She also still shuddered from Dan's rapid pumping.
Jon propped her ass high. Her legs swung open, furnishing a tantalizing view of her snatch. He seized that luscious rump and carefully massaged it. Vanessa's ass was brutally firm. He pinched her fine flesh, then divided the halves with his thumbs. Her pink anus stirred him. His dick stretched painfully before him, starved for it. He closed the distance between them. His stout helmet, dripping with Vanessa's saliva, pressed into that wrinkled hole. It seemed enormous compared to the space she offered him. Nonetheless, Jon took it.
Vanessa moaned. Jon's rounded tip pulsed furiously against her butt hole. She squirmed, yet braced herself for rear delivery. Pushing her ass toward him, she helped complete the connection. Jon pushed it into her. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck my ass."
Jon groaned as those compact buns encompassed him. "Oh, God." He threw his head back, his mouth dropping open. Vanessa smothered him with her quivering flesh. Her anus swallowed him. He launched a brisk pace. Pulling back, he savored the tug of his dick's skin, then plunged it in that awesome crack. Vanessa almost crushed him. He stabbed in again, charging into that quivering chasm. "Are you enjoying this? Do you like getting your butt packed?"
Vanessa couldn't talk. She was enjoying that hot plunging sensation in her backside.
"Yeah, baby. Let me pump those sweet buns. Let me feed them cock."
Vanessa panted. Instantly, her finger went to her clit and rubbed the bulging button. It disguised the initial discomfort. Soon, she responded to his every push. He worked that big dick deep in her ass.
Stirred by what Jon and Vanessa did, Misty's taste buds watered. She wanted some of Vanessa's tart outpour while Jon boned her ass.
Misty slid under Vanessa and saw the finger busily employed at her clit. Misty displaced her digit with her tongue. Leisurely, she licked that pulsing dot of flesh. She wanted to repay her the favor of making her cum so good while she fucked Jon.
"Mmmmm," Misty purred, sucking her juices and darting at that button. "Mmmmm."
Vanessa's lips rounded as that tongue rippled over her clit, then snuck into her hole. She didn't feel his heavy probing in her rear-not while Misty provided oral distraction.
Jon put it where it did them the most good. He watched himself descend into those shapely crescents. He heard Misty's attending her excited cunt. Her sobs spurred his appetite. He moved his hips, feeding hard dick to her rectum. Fastening his hands to her waist, he dragged her flush with his sex-hungry body; his cock pounded farther into the strangling force of her ass-hole.
Vanessa's breath came up short. Feeling that rigid thing jerking through that narrow passage elevated her joy. Ignoring the sensation he generated became impossible. She rubbed her clit faster, ascending to that ecstatic plane. "Oh, yeah. It's what I need. More. Harder."
Vanessa jerked wildly before Jon. Misty concentrated on her most vulnerable spot-and precipitated a ferocious orgasm. "Oh, baby. I'm cumming."
Hearing her climax made Jon nuts. He disengaged himself, then squirted jism over her trembling buttocks. His raging torrent spouted like a creamy fount.
"Ughhh," he growled. "Ughhh."
The four of them panted in bed. Vanessa and Misty shared an affectionate kiss while Dan and Jon smiled on.
Vanessa turned to Jon. "What are your plans, now that you've defected from B.O.N.E.? "
"I'm not sure. I suppose spend the rest of my days on some desert island, drinking in the sun. Money is not an issue. I've a fairly large sum tucked away. Realizing how expendable my services were, I learned to save for my retirement."
"Have you considered joining M.E.A.T.? " Dan asked. "We could certainly benefit from having someone of your vast experience?"
Vanessa added, "It would give us a chance to work together again."
Jon chuckled. "Teaming up with F.U.R. and M.E.A.T.? That could be fun."
Misty stroked him. "I hope you'll mull it over."
He returned her smile. "I just may." Vanessa held tightly to the three of them. It felt great to be back where she belonged.
