Chapter 11
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."