Chapter 5
Vanessa Storm inventoried the F.U.R. gadgets strewn across her bed with fellow agent Janine Fowler. Vanessa described each item as Janine checked it off her list. F.U.R. had delivered the arsenal of weapons to them by way of armored car. Wise to the task at hand, the organization had arranged suitable quarters for them. Vanessa and Janine went undercover as fellow employees of Swift Corporation, sharing an apartment. In actuality, their "pad" was a storage facility for hi-tech accessories—many of which were for use in their crusade to crush B.O.N.E.
Among the protective devices were the notorious F.U.R. vibrator, capable of discharging voltage that could stop an elephant; an atomizer, containing a metal-eating acid rather than perfume; pasties that could fire two rounds of ammunition; and a lubricant with a truth-serum base. F.U.R. exclusively created these items for its agents' use. They were critical in fighting their deadliest adversaries.
"Has Swift Corporation implemented new security procedures?" Janine asked, fondling the vibrator. Its shape drew her interest.
"Yes. Tom Griffith finally relented. We issued a statement to B.O.N.E. basically telling them where to get off."
Vanessa glanced at the voluptuous blonde who acted as her roommate, but was really one of F.U.R.'s finest. Janine's nipples protruded through a tight fitting top. Vanessa couldn't decide whether the gimmicks excited Janine or naturally stimulated her. The lust in some of her fellow comrades ran close to the surface. F.U.R. routinely employed women who were sexually driven. Vanessa typified that sector. Her hormones were forever out of kilter.
Janine held her gape. "You're not afraid of them, are you?"
Vanessa shook her head. "Not afraid ... but now and then, they prompt some fond memories."
Janine stretched across the bed. Her legs opened. "In what way?"
"Several years ago, I was assigned to watch a top B.O.N.E. agent by the name of Randy Reynolds, who sold nuclear weapons to foreign governments. Although there were grim aspects to that mission, Randy sparked something in me I hadn't thought possible." She smiled dreamily. "I actually fell for him."
Janine's lips pleasurably widened. "Was he cute?"
"Cute isn't a strong enough adjective." Vanessa smirked. "He was quite gifted—in every respect."
Janine, shivering, ground her pelvis to the mattress. "Tell me more."
"There's really not much more. We went our separate ways, he dropped out of sight—but not before trying to get me to join B.O.N.E."
Janine hesitated in her gyrations. "How was that possible? We're two conflicting organizations."
"He wanted to brainwash me. Although B.O.N.E.'s activities went against my grain, he wanted us to be together. Needless to say, it didn't happen." She sighed. "Occasionally, I still think about him."
"Perhaps he's left B.O.N.E."
"I doubt it. The Randy Reynolds I recall was power-hungry. Selling nuclear weapons was a gambit. I'm sure he's gone onto bigger things within its infrastructure." Vanessa sat on the corner of the bed. Janine's sumptuous ass was inches from her hand. Absently, she stroked it.
Janine vented her a hot stare. Vanessa wondered if her description of Randy riled her, or her physical presence. She and Janine shared a unique history. Their length of service with F.U.R. ran parallel. They simultaneously joined and were paired several times. During the heat of the chase, their passions boiled over and they turned to each other for relief. Both shared the philosophy: any port in a storm.
Janine made no attempt to disguise her hunger. Her tongue entered Vanessa's mouth with unexpected force, then swirled about until hers retaliated. Their tits pressed together, nipples touching. Vanessa squirmed against her quivering form, enjoying Janine's lush, female curves.
They transferred the F.U.R. weapons to the floor, then stripped. Janine unbuttoned her blouse. Her fingers were quick, expert. The tiny pinch to her nipples made Vanessa gasp. She converted one pink nub into a stiff peak. Vanessa shivered as it expanded, then moaned as she covered it with her mouth. She sucked delicately on her tit. The persistence and urgency of her lips brought Vanessa to sopping wetness.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa whimpered, trembling from the intensity she exerted. Her head tilted back while struggling to absorb the sensations that hummed through her body. Vanessa seized Janine's head and held it in position. She didn't want her to stop slobbering her rock-hard nipple—not even for a second. Her slurps taken satisfied her.
Janine's fingers roamed freely over Vanessa. She dug them into her ass and pulled her close to her face. She took enjoyment in her exquisite curves.
Vanessa sighed with contentment as her sucks became furiously demanding. When Janine cupped her mound and rubbed, her eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. Vanessa shuddered with joy. Just having those rotating tips near her clit offered relief. Her lust spiraled.
"You're very horny, baby," Vanessa whispered.
"I always get this way at the beginning of a mission," Janine purred. "You know."
"Mmmmm. I do."
Janine sensed Vanessa's increasing dizziness. The pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. She vibrated against those fiercely sucking lips. Janine was fully acquainted with what Vanessa wished her to do with them.
The two women tumbled into bed. Vanessa spread her legs. Janine massaged the damp spot on her French-cut panties with her nose. She inhaled Vanessa's womanly fragrance. Janine savored the perfumed aroma. Her sob of approval had Vanessa shaking. Vanessa caught her breath as she dragged her panties down her smooth thighs. Janine didn't allow her another second getting them off—her face plunged to her pussy. Vanessa felt her sharp exhalations against her flesh, following the thrash of her long blonde hair as it whipped her stomach and inner thighs. The last thing Vanessa experienced was the firm, moist tip of her tongue on her juicy cunt flesh.
"Oh, yeah," Vanessa moaned, thrusting her snatch at Janine's eager mouth. "Suck me." Vanessa curved her legs about her bobbing head, clinging to Janine with all her might. Vanessa hugged the sides of her face. "Taste me. Yes. Ohhhh. Lick my pussy. Use your tongue. Lash my hot clit. Do me. Yes. Ohhhh."
Janine's strokes were soft, indulgent and gratifying. Vanessa couldn't get enough. She wanted her to suck nonstop, cleaning her of juice. More streamed from Vanessa's horny snatch, only to be removed by that enthusiastic tip. Janine kept Vanessa's soft lips separate with her thumbs. She lapped their flavor before lingering on the patch of pink flesh. Circling her clit, Janine waited until Vanessa's breathing roughened before slashing it. Bubbly saliva seared her love button.
Vanessa writhed, accepting those brutal darts. Her head tilted back as the waves of joy assaulted her. She lost command of her vision. Her speech garbled at the application of foamy spit.
She pushed steadily at Janine's mouth, keeping them linked. Her thighs shook around Janine's beautiful face. She watched Janine gulp her pussy.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa panted, wanting more of that sinuous treatment. Janine devoured her soaked cunt. Her eyes sparkled while bobbing between Vanessa's legs. Each descent brought further bliss, and a heightened loss of control. Vanessa clasped Janine's head and pushed down on it, then swerved her pussy to her mouth. Janine's tip engaged her clit with frantic strokes. "Ohhhh." Vanessa encouraged her until the last slurps robbed her of strength.
Vanessa came quickly, her brain unable to process another explosive image. She clenched her teeth and slammed her ass to the mattress with shuddering force. Janine didn't hesitate for a second, raging with thirst. She scooped her tits and squeezed them as the spasms intensified. Vanessa arched her back and swayed, swinging her red mane. Her hips rocked as the fire she kindled licked her flesh.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa murmured, sweat pouring from her brow. "Oh, God."
"Mmmmm," Janine sighed, absorbing the nectar than ran from her pussy.
Vanessa yearned to reciprocate. She wanted to plant her tongue in Janine while feeling her cum.
Eagerly, they switched places. Vanessa's face swooped between Janine's legs. Vanessa smelled the excitement in her cunt. She, too, wanted to be licked. Her features stressed that notion. Vanessa, ecstatic, wanted to have that pussy in her mouth.
"Do me," Janine panted, deciphering her naked desire. Her legs opened in trembling invitation. "I want your tongue."
Vanessa sucked her pussy that instant. Her pink cunt lips beckoned. She opened them with her tongue, snaking the tip between that slippery division. The honey oozed right to her lips. Vanessa dipped into that sugary pool, letting it dissolve on her undulating tip.
Janine's gasp of satisfaction reverberated. She jerked in her grasp, responding to the heat.
Vanessa held her fast and explored the range of her sopping crevice. She licked and sucked, causing those slim hips to jerk.
"Don't stop," Janine puffed. "More. Give me more of it."
Her pleas were taken at full value. Vanessa happily complied. Her taste buds screamed for her savory dew. Seizing those volatile hips, she went down on Janine. She gleaned the spice from those pink flaps.
Janine's spine arched. "Oh, Vanessa!"
Vanessa dipped her tongue into that yummy snatch. Janine's cunt melted her mouth. Her breathing grew ragged as Vanessa ate her pussy. Vanessa couldn't control herself. Tenderness was exempt from her style. In spite of her calm nibbling, Vanessa proved animalistic. She made her thrash and sweat with her furious lashing. Vanessa fucked her relentlessly with her tongue. Janine's cunt became all the more juicy from her probe. She sucked Janine until her nerves were stripped bare.
"Eat me," Janine begged, thrusting. "Suck it."
Her sleek thighs encircled Vanessa's face. They quaked as Vanessa employed her tip to great effect. Janine was hoarse and burning with fever as she worked that clit, vibrating it to perfection. Vanessa gave great head, and knew it. She filled her mouth with cunt and sucked her fellow agent to distraction.
"You're so tasty," Vanessa remarked between slurps. Janine's juices coated her lips. She attached them and drew harder on her pink flesh. After several uninterrupted seconds, Vanessa lifted her mouth. Janine couldn't remain steady. She bounced on the bed, pleading her to continue. Her hips involuntarily snapped.
"Don't stop," Janine implored through closed teeth. "Please, more."
To explain the ferocity of her need, she cupped the back of Vanessa's head and crammed that succulent pink flesh in her mouth. Vanessa's tongue stabbed Janine's warm crevice and wriggled madly.
"That's it," Janine panted. "Oh, God. I love it."
Vanessa strongly sucked her pussy, disallowing recovery. She drank the tangy ooze that seeped from her sodden core. She stole Janine's breath with each lick.
Janine gripped Vanessa's head. Her chin went high while she struggled to replenish her air supply.
"Mmmm," Vanessa moaned, curling around the drenched lips and veering toward her clit. Janine tried pushing her mouth over it, but Vanessa resisted her. Vanessa teased her for several seconds. She licked her pink flesh and dabbed the juice-filled hole. Her agonized protests made no difference. Vanessa drank her lip-smacking treat as if it were scarce.
Janine sobbed, leaning into Vanessa's face. It was more an order than a request. That wet pussy crowded Vanessa's thirsty expression.
Vanessa swallowed what she could. Janine had a delightful flavor. She massaged her ass, pulling Janine tightly to her face. Janine yielded to her urgent strength.
"Suck it, please. Oh, please, Vanessa. Suck my juicy clit. Yeah. Ohhhh."
Her nails raked through Vanessa's hair and reached her scalp. Vanessa was much too turned-on to care. She decided to grant her relief. Her tongue slithered over her clit in one continuous stream.
Her voice trailed off like a sigh. The pressure of her nails lessened. Her ass wiggled in her clutches. "Yes, eat it. Put your whole tongue in there. Yeah. Oh, God. Fuck me with it. Yeah. Deeper."
Janine's ass thrashed at every flick of Vanessa's snakelike tip. Vanessa enjoyed tongue-fucking her. She speared into her sopping tissue, digging to capacity. Those slurps enabled her joy. Vanessa's contentment stemmed from her full-throated cries.
After a few more sucks, Janine came against Vanessa's face. "Ohhhh, I'm cumming, cumming." Vanessa went about lapping that quivering flesh long after the contractions deserted her. She traced the slippery boundaries and plunged into her hot succulence. Her gratified yelp was final.
While she still shuddered with orgasm, Vanessa floated into Janine's arms. They embraced in that moment of delicious weakness. Her hands smoothed over her back. Her breath, scented with cunt, drifted. Vanessa nibbled on those moist lips. Janine's lips parted to welcome her tongue. Vanessa tasted her pussy on Janine's teasing tip.
Her partner enjoyed the same benefit. Shivering, she rubbed Vanessa's swollen nipples with her thick stubs. They randomly delved into her flesh.
The two women basked in contentment.
From a building across the street, Jon Monroe surveyed the two spent women. He peered through his high-powered telescope, digesting their performance.
The B.O.N.E. agent glanced down at himself. He popped a massive boner. His cock strained through his pants, aching for immediate relief. Unable to discount the urge, he fondled it.
Vanessa Storm steamed his hormones. That curvaceous redhead invariably drew him. She fiercely excited him, no matter what she did.
B.O.N.E. had no knowledge of the secret investigation he conducted. He apprised himself of her activities for his personal edification. He was undecided about submitting detailed reports. Following her, documenting the intimate nuances of her life, entertained him. He liked the things he uncovered.
He took note of the delivery of contraptions. F.U.R. manufactured an assortment of harmless-looking items that were actually deadly gadgets. Pictures of them were made available at B.O.N.E. headquarters. Jon wanted one for his personal collection. He would possibly surrender it to his superiors ... or keep it as a souvenir.
Jon grew restless. He wanted a taste of Vanessa Storm, very soon.