Chapter 9
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.