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In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 01

By: Latina



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

Jane looked around M's spacious office. M's huge desk dominated the office. She wondered why M needed such a big desk, when all that was on it was an ink blotter, a stand holding a gold pen, and a telephone. She wondered if a big desk, like a big gun, was a macho spy's way of compensating for certain, um, physical inadequacies.

M was definitely from the old school. Not only did he not have a desktop computer, like practically everyone else at the agency, but his telephone was still the old plain, black rotary-dial type. No modern innovations for this top British spy. M was such a relic that he had even been reluctant to admit female spies like Jane into The Service.

The walls of M's office were of dark, real wood paneling, that bespoke old-fashioned, old-world elegance. She thought that the office had probably changed little since her famous father had first signed "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" just after World War II. Then she noticed that one wall of M's office was lined with nothing but photos of her famous father, posing with world leaders, with movie stars, and especially, with lots of scantily-clad women. But then, publicity and women had always been her father's style. She hadn't been in M's office since here dad brought her there once as a little girl, but it looked pretty much as she remembered it from that one visit in the 1960s, when her father was just reaching the peak of his Cold War spying fame.

"Do you know why I called you in here, Miss Bond?" M asked.

"I imagine since I just graduated from the academy, you wanted to officially welcome me to The Service."

"Well, yes, there is that. After all, I welcomed your father into The Service when he first joined after military duty, back in 1946. But I really wanted to talk to you about your style and philosophy as a spy for the English Government. Your father--"

"Excuse me, sir, but I am tired of comparisons with my father. All through my training at the Academy, all I heard was James Bond this, and James Bond that. I am Jane Bond, not James Bond."

"I am very glad to hear that, Miss Bond--"

"Call me Jane, please. Or if you must be formal, I prefer Ms. Bond"

M gulped. Being of the old school, practically the poster- boy for the old-boy network, first names seemed too familiar, and M still had a hard time adjusting to the post- Feminist term "Ms." Still, if those were his only two choices...

"All right, Ms. Bond. While I have the utmost respect for all that your father did during his years with us, I want you to know up front that I always thought James Bond was too high-profile to be an effective spy. A good spy enters---"

"unobtrusively, gets the job done quietly, and leaves without anyone knowing he or she was ever there."

"Very good, Ms. Bond. I see you were listening to your instructors at the Academy. You know, we never had an academy to train our operatives when we started. Maybe that's why your father never learned what you just recited from memory. Sometimes, I swear that man had all the subtlety of of a--"

"Rampaging elephant?"

"Very good, Ms. Bond. I couldn't have said it better myself. Yes, well, anyway, I wanted to talk to you, get to know you better, get to more about you."

M tried to be very subtle in looking her over from head to toe, remembering that an experienced master spy like himself should not be detected in any covert activity. 40 years ago, he would have done a lot more than just look, but now M was content to just admire her and long for her, feeling too old now (he would soon be 80) to act on his desires.

Despite his charming attempts at subtlety, Jane Bond nevertheless caught M looking her up and down, and thought sarcastically to herself, "Yeah, I'll just bet you'd like to get to know me better." Maybe M was cut more from the same cloth as her womanizing father, than he realized or cared to admit.

M found a lot to like in Jane's exotic South American features. Although she was just five feet two inches tall, Jane had long, dark legs, like her mother (one of James Bond's many conquests), deep brown eyes that a man's gaze could easily and completely drown in, and shoulder-length dark hair that gave her an aura of mystery and unattainability. But M's infallible instincts told him that the right man could unlock that mystery, break down that unattainability, and release the wild Latina passion that he just knew lurked somewhere beneath her reserved exterior. Reserved was the word M would have chosen to describe her. She wore a knee-length navy-blue skirt, and a matching navy-blue blazer, that covered up everything.

Forty years ago, M might have sweet-talked such a woman out of that skirt and blazer. Sure, James Bond's female conquests were and still are legendary--Jane was the result of one such conquest during a typically-dramatic 007 Brazilian mission--but M had conquered more than his share of beautiful women in his day (he was just too much of an old-school gentleman to have kissed and told the way James had). Unlike James, however, M had finally settled on one woman, and for over 30 years now, he had been concentrating all of his love and lust on her, making Mr. and Mrs. M both far happier than James had ever been, when Bond was spreading himself thin between so many different women, and never getting to know any one of them very well.

Jane could see that M was lost in a daydream, as his gaze lingered on her, trying to see something, anything, through her conservative outfit.

What would M think, she wondered, if he knew that under this tight blazer, which buttons up high enough not to reveal even a hint of cleavage, she had on neither a blouse nor a bra. And under the conservative knee-length skirt, she wore neither stockings nor panties.

She felt more comfortable like that, and she felt deliciously wicked and sexy, knowing that only a thin layer of opaque fabric separated her from men's lustful intentions.

Still, there was only one man whose lustful intentions she cared about: her loving husband, Brad, whom she had met and secretly married two years ago, while both were studying at the Academy. He was so gentle and caring. No matter what mood she was in, he somehow always knew exactly where and how to touch her to suit that specific mood, and to slowly, patiently bring her to her most passionate boiling-point of panting, quaking, screaming, moaning, thrashing orgasm, like nobody else ever had before. Let that old buzzard M appraise her figure, and try to see her hidden treasures, if he wished. She knew that when she got home that night, she could honestly tell her husband that the hidden treasures concealed beneath her prim and proper attire were "For Your Eyes Only."

She knew that Brad would slowly unbutton her blazer and wrestle it off her shoulders, and then slowly unzip the back of her skirt, let it fall, to their floor, and watch her step out of it. She knew that he would delight in finding her 100% naked under that single outer layer of clothing. She knew that he would fondle, caress, massage, kiss, lick, and nibble all of her favorite spots, especially her soft, firm 36-C breasts. And she knew -- oh yes, she was absolutely certain -- that after his long, "Gold Finger" had probed her into dripping-wet excitement, once again, she would get her hot, hungry, tight little pussy completely, thoroughly, and mind-numbingly fucked, in ways that only Brad had ever been capable to do with her. She knew, as did M, that when a married couple loves, respects, listens to, and cherishes each other, it makes the sex much more rewarding than any one-night stand ever could be.

While M was daydreaming about how, so many years ago, he might have found a way to unlock Jane Bond's passion from the reserved front that she presented to the world, he had no idea that Jane was married, and already had a husband who had unlocked that passion in ways that M couldn't even begin to imagine.

When Jane and M finally both snapped out of their daydreams, they both stumbled to pick up the lost threads of their previous conversation. Finally, M spoke first. "So, you can assure me that you are nothing like the rogue elephant that your father was?"

"I am my own person, sir. I do my job without fanfare, and my reward is knowing that I have successfully performed my duty for my country and my Queen." A good thing, she added to herself, that M doesn't know how much like her father she is in one regard: her unbridled and unquenchable thirst for sex, anywhere and anytime, as long as it with her Brad. And just like James Bond, Jane Bond's real reward for a successful mission was the passionate sex that always seemed to follow immediately afterward.

M seemed to respond as much to her secret naughty thoughts as to what she had actually spoken out loud, when he said, "Good, good. Glad to hear it, Miss--I mean, Ms. Bond. I want to send you on your first mission. I've followed your academic career with great interest, and I know that you graduated at the top of your class at the Academy. So I know that you are ready for this mission, and I'm convinced that you are the best candidate for the job."

"I'm ready to serve, sir. What is my mission?"

"Well, before we begin, we need to assign you an agent number." Having no buttons or buzzers on his antiquated phone, to page his secretary, he yelled out through his open office door. "Miss Moneypenny, what is the next unused Double-Oh agent number?"

On her computer, Moneypenny punched up a file listing licensed agents, and replied "Double-Oh-Sixty-Nine."

"Thank you, Miss Moneypenny. Very well, Ms. Bond, your agent number is0069." She couldn't resist shocking the old geezer by squealing, "Ooh, 69, my favorite position. I won't forget MY agent number! That even SOUNDS like me in the middle of a 69: 'OH! OOOHHH! SSSIXTYYY-NNNNINE ME!'"

M was seeing Jane Bond in a whole new light. Maybe she wasn't as reserved as he had thought on first impression. His mind briefly wandered back to wondering what charms were hidden under her tight blazer. He began to wonder if maybe she would use that same teasing sexual enthusiasm, which she had just briefly revealed, to benefit the agency during an assignment. M knew that, what with strict policies against harassment, he couldn't ASK her to use her smoldering Latina good looks and apparently inherited lustful passion in that way, but he still thought it might be nice if she CHOSE to be a sort-of modern-day Mata Hari. He stopped his wandering mind again, to focus once more on briefing Jane for her first spying mission.

M now tossed a stack of photos across his enormous desk at her. "This is W. We can't determine his real name. We just know that he is one of the world's most successful arms dealers. He has been supplying the most lethal sorts of weapons to every extremist, crackpot, and terrorist organization on the planet for at least ten years that we know of. Sometimes, we think he must have graduated from our academy, because he always enters--"

"unobtrusively, gets the job done quietly, and leaves without anyone knowing he was ever there?"

"Yes, quite. Well, this time, we have an advanced tip about when and where he's making his next arms deal. We want you to find a way to infiltrate that transaction, and to stop it before it takes place. You are to do whatever it takes to stop him, but we prefer that you keep as low a profile as possible, and don't risk getting yourself or anyone else hurt or killed."

"I already told you, I'm not like my father," she snapped. "Do you know who my hero is?"

"No, who?"

"The unknown tax accountant whose evidence put Al Capone in prison for tax evasion, when the famous Elliott Ness had tried and failed for years to get Capone on bootlegging, murder, extortion, and racketeering charges. The best way to bring a criminal down is with something as subtle as taxes, not with loud explosions and fast-paced car chases like Elliott Ness, or my father. And you can count on me to bring subtlety and discretion to this mission."

"Good," M said, "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

M then began to fill Jane in on the details of her mission, and on the few facts that British Intelligence had learned about the mysterious W. One of the details that Jane filed in the back of his mind, was that W was known to have a wife; Jane wasn't quite sure yet just how, but she sensed that this fact could be useful in bringing the mysterious W to justice. As M talked, Jane already began to form a plan that would use two of the subjects at which she had excelled at the Academy: electronic surveillance, and computers. But she did not feel that she could tell the 80- year-old M about the details of her strategy, because he knew nothing about either subject. After all, electronics and software had not been part of the agency's repertoire in its Cold War 1960s heyday. But then, neither had female agents like Jane Bond.

To Be Continued...

In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 02



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

Returning home after her first day on her first assignment with British Intelligence, to find and stop notorious arms merchant W before he could broker his next deal, Jane Bond sat down in front of her home computer terminal. Miss Moneypenny had given her the access codes to dial into "The Agency's" extensive database from her home computer.

But where to start?

Jane leaned back in her swiveling arm chair, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her tight, navy-blue blazer, to get more comfortable. She remembered how, even at age 80, the roving eyes of her new boss M had given her the once-over in his office. If M could see her now, what would he think, the opened two buttons making it obvious that she had absolutely nothing on under that blazer?

She thought back to her earlier conversation with M, about W. Her well-trained memory had tape recorded everything they had both said, and now she mentally rewound to the beginning and replayed every word. She pushed her mental pause button when she reached the point where M had told her "Sometimes, we think he must have graduated from our academy, because he always enters--"

She had finished, "unobtrusively, gets the job done quietly, and leaves without anyone knowing he was ever there?"

Hmm, what if W was, like her, a graduate of The Academy, but had chosen to use his knowledge of British Intelligence against, rather than for, the good of the Crown?

M had told Jane that W's arms sales to terrorists had first become noticed 10 years ago. That put him at about the Class of 1988, or maybe a year or two earlier. She entered a database query to list all British Spy Academy graduates whose last name started with W, and just to be sure that she went back far enough, she asked for all male W's who graduated between 1980 and 1988. When the list came back, she realized that she had never before thought about how many English surnames start with W. The list seemed endless: Walker, Wallace, Washington, Watson, Weaver, Weber, Webster, Wentworth, Whitworth, Wickham, Williams, Wilson, and so on, all the way through Wyndham. How was she to ever figure out which one, if any of them, was the elusive and mysterious W?

Then she remembered something else. That old fossil M had preferred to call her Ms. Bond, instead of the more- familiar Jane. But her own generation did not stand on such ceremony, and everyone called everyone else by their FIRST name. Since the photos of W made him look to be in his Thirties, certainly no older than 40, he would likely have used his first name, not his last, in selecting to be called by the initial W.

Back to the computer, and a new database search. Jane asked The Agency's computer to show her all 1980 to 1988 Academy graduates, male, whose FIRST names started with W. Depressingly, the list was nearly as long: Waldo, Wallace, Walter, Warren, Wayne, Webster, William, Winston, and on and on.

Then one name caught her eye: William Washington Walker, class of 1987. All three names started with W. His two specialties at The Academy had been Weapons and Warfare: two more W's, and certainly good training for becoming a terrorist arms merchant. He claimed to be from Wallingford, and once worked for the reigning Windsors. Gee, this guy sure liked words with W in them. But could he be the W that she sought?

She decided to look through his Academy records. William Washington Walker had graduated with honors in 1987, but before he could be recruited into Her Majesty's Secret Service, Walker had dropped out of sight. Had he resurfaced a year later, she wondered, as W, and began selling weapons to terrorists?

The search of Walker's records produced another curious fact. The Academy's registrar noted that he had been unable to confirm anyone named William Washington Walker ever having lived in Wallingford. The Windsors had never hired a servant by that name. In fact, NONE of his personal references had checked out. But by the time the Academy had finished checking his references, Walker, or whatever his name really was, had proven himself such an apt student of spying, weaponry, and warfare, that The Academy (and by inference, the Agency) did not want to lose him on the mere technicality of an inadequate background check. Walker's records noted that M himself had been disappointed when Walker could not be found and recruited after his graduation.

That part seemed curious to Jane. How was it that British Intelligence had never been able to track down one of their own students, to recruit him into The Service? But then she remembered her conversation with M, about how her father, the legendary James Bond, possessed all the stealth of a rampaging elephant. Had her father, he wondered, been assigned to find and recruit Walker? Had the great James Bond, as usual, gotten involved in so many highly-visible car chases and explosions, that Walker saw him coming from miles away, and easily eluded her famous father? "Well, Walker," she thought to herself, "if you ARE indeed W, this is one Bond you won't escape from!"

She phrased yet another database inquiry. This time, she wanted a photo of this mysterious William Washington Walker, as he looked around the time of graduation. After the usual delay for her modem to talk to the Agency's modem, a photo began to emerge, pixel by pixel, on her home computer's monitor.

"All right," she calculated, "this photo was taken about 11 years ago." She loaded the image into her computer's photo- enhancement program. Then she typed instructions for the program to age the subject of the photo about 11 years. She looked at the photos M had given her, showing arms dealer W. "OK," she said, "let's put in a receding hairline." A few keystrokes later, and presto, William Wallace had lost a fair amount of hair. "Oh, and a thin, debonair moustache." More keystrokes, and the image on her screen changed again. She blinked in disbelief. She taped M's photo of W to the side of her computer screen, and her eyes switched from the computer-aged image of Walker, to the identical face in M's photo of W, and back again. No doubt about it, Walker was W, and W was Walker.

"Yee-ha!" Jane shouted, obviously having seen one too many old Hollywood western movies on late-night television lately.

Hearing her yell, and fearing his bride of two years had hurt herself, Brad came running from the kitchen, a half- assembled sandwich still clutched in his hands.

"Are you OK, honey?" Brad asked, solicitously, absent- mindedly setting his sandwich down on her computer desk. He stood behind her chair, and leaned his head over her shoulder, glancing at the computer screen.

"Yee-ha!" Jane repeated, practically screaming in his ear.

Clamping his hands tightly over his ears, Brad asked, "What is it, darling?"

"Yee-ha! I found my man!"

Misunderstanding, as men (and especially male spies) so often seem to do, Brad whispered, "Yes, you did, honey, and I'm right here, and I love you, too." She didn't mind his misunderstanding, however, as Brad's words were accompanied by a gentle massage on her aching shoulders, and soft kisses on the back and sides of her sore neck. Next, both of his hands moved down from rubbing and squeezing her shoulders, slid inside the open buttons of her blazer, and cupped her very-accessible 36-C breasts, which pressed hard against the tight fabric of her blazer. She could feel the strength in his well-developed arms. All of his muscles were well-toned, but not bulging like a body builder's. Well, she smiled to herself, maybe he did have ONE muscle that really bulged!

The index and middle fingers of both of his hands began squeezing and pinching both of her nipples, and as her nipples stiffened with pleasure, she couldn't help responding to his warm attention by letting out a soft, low, contented "Mmmm!" She craned her neck over her left shoulder, wrapped both arms around his neck, pulled his mouth down onto hers, and planted a passionate kiss firmly on his tender lips.

Jane swiveled her computer-desk chair around, to face Brad. With both of her arms still wrapped around his neck, and their lips still tightly pressed against each other, Jane stood up. Brad now wrapped his arms around Jane's back, pulling her even closer against him. He ran his hands down her back, until both of his hands were cupping her ass cheeks through her navy-blue skirt. He could not feel any panties. Looking down at the exposed part of her legs, below the knees, Brad could see Jane's beautiful, naturally- dark skin, telling him that his Latina beauty had no stockings on. His hands moved down to the hem of her skirt, and pushed the hem up. He returned to cupping her ass cheeks, this time with his hands under her skirt. Both of Brad's hands touched nothing but bare skin now, confirming his earlier suspicion that Jane was not wearing panties.

From cupping Jane's ass cheeks, Brad slid his fingers under her, and forward toward her inner thighs. After two years of marriage, she instinctively knew what that signal meant, and she shifted to stand with her legs spread wider apart. Brad now snaked his fingers even further forward under her, until his fingers reached around from her shapely ass at the rear, to her irresistible mound at the front. His long, thin, middle finger now began to slowly find its way inside of her pussy. As his finger slid deeper into her, her pussy lips automatically spread themselves wider open. As his finger slowly, lazily slid in and out of her innermost regions, she began to breath more heavily, and her purring "Mmmm!" sounds became more frequent, and began to be interspersed more frequently with moans as well.

Leaving one finger gliding in and out of her dampening pussy, Brad used his other hand to unbutton the rest of the buttons on Jane's tight blazer. The two top buttons that Jane had opened revealed a lot of cleavage, leading Brad to suspect that she wore no blouse or bra underneath. When Brad unbuttoned the final button, and the blazer fell wide open, Brad's suspicions were once more confirmed. Now he grabbed the narrow lapels of her blazer, and slid it off of her shoulders. Jane removed her arms from around Brad's neck just long enough for him to slide the sleeves of her blazer off of her arms. She then resumed wrapping her arms around Brad, pulling him close, and kissing him with all the fiery passion that had not dimmed in the least, since their wildly-passionate wedding night nearly two years earlier.

Now Brad pushed Jane away about a foot, leaned over her, and planted a kiss on the front of Jane's neck. His kisses grew harder and more passionate, and now he started trailing his kisses down her torso, into her cleavage, then across to kiss her nipples and her wide areolas. His tongue darted out and flicked at her nipples, then his lips closed around a nipple and his teeth began gently nibbling on first one nipple, then the other. Brad kissed and licked all around the bottom rims of Jane's breasts, then continued kissing down her tummy, over her belly button, and all over the thick, neatly-groomed patch of dark hair above her sweet pussy, whose excited taste he now so desperately craved. Now it was Jane's turn to step back, and she ran her hands over the front of his zipper. She felt his manhood pulse against her hand through the fabric of his jeans, and after a few minutes of her rubbing and his throbbing, she hungered to see, feel, and taste his magnificently-sculpted cock. Along the outside of his jeans, her index and middle finger walked like a pair of miniature legs, up along the full length of his bulge, from his balls to the swollen head, before reaching the top of his zipper. Grasping the zipper with her thumb and middle finger, she slowly pulled the zipper down, swaying her hips in hula fashion and bending her knees, sinking lower toward the floor, in a sexy update of the Twist, as his zipper glided downward. Finally, Jane knelt completely on her knees before Brad, his zipper was wide open, and she wrestled his jeans down to his ankles.

As she knelt facing Brad, who was still standing, Jane's mouth was level with Brad's big, excited cock. Freed from the confinement of his jeans, it was pulsing madly up into the air, then straight out toward her again. Clutching his ass cheeks in both of her palms, and pulling him toward her, she couldn't resist giving his cock head a very fleeting, teasing kiss. When he moaned and squirmed at her soft kiss there, Jane decided that it wasn't nice of her to tease him, and she moved her lips to his balls, kissing both balls all over. Now she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out all the way, to very slowly lick her way up the sensitive underside of his shaft. As Jane licked her way slowly up Brad's pulsing eight-inch shaft, she also swirled her tongue all the way around his three-inch circumference, so that her tongue moved up his cock in a slow spiral motion, like an old-fashioned clock spring slowly unwinding itself. When her tongue reached the wide- awake eye at the very tip of his engorged cock, she opened her lips around the head, and let just his very tip in past her lips. Making sure that her lips closed tightly in an O around his stiff rod, she slowly sucked him up past her lips and teeth, her tongue still swirling around him INSIDE of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Brad's long middle finger was sliding faster and faster in and out of Jane's hungry pussy, seeming to push its way deeper into her with each stroke. Her moans were getting louder all the time. If "The Agency" had bugged her home, as she heard that they do with all of their agents, she was certain that someone (maybe even M himself) was getting a real thrill right now, listening to her and Brad go at it like crazed beasts.

Soon, she had sucked his full eight inches down her throat, and Brad's balls rested against Jane's O-shaped lips, his cock completely invisible from being fully engulfed inside her mouth. She hoped that he would come soon, before her jaw became too sore. Her knees were already getting sore from knelling on their hardwood floor.

As Jane's tongue continued to swirl around his buried cock, Brad continued to run his long finger in and out of her pussy, which was already all slicked-up with lust just for him. Her moans could now be heard all up and down the block. Now he moved his thumb to rub over her swollen clit, and after a few minutes of his rubbing, she thrust her waist forward, then backward again, and she came forcefully all over his invading finger and her own mocha-cream colored thighs. As she came, she let out an ear-piercing scream of fulfilled lust: "Yyyyeeee-hhhhaaahhhhh!" As she screamed, she gulped and swallowed hard, gasping for air to calm her down, all of which caused very pleasant vibrating sensations all over the sensitive skin of Brad's cock, still shoved deeply down Jane's throat.

The combination of her passionate scream, her tongue swirling around his cock, and feeling the back of her throat pressing against his cock head, was all that Brad could take. His cock throbbed and thrust forcefully upward against the roof of her mouth, then fell back down with a nearly-audible thud against the top of her tongue. Bucking his hips forward into her face, he emptied gush after gush of his passion juice onto her still-swirling tongue. His warm, sweet, slight-salty ooze glided down her parched throat, which had thirsted to be quenched by the kind of juice that only Brad could serve to her, and which he was indeed pumping into her in full volume right now.

By now, Jane had forgotten all about her computer, and her first break in her search for arms merchant W. Similarly, Brad had forgotten about the half-assembled, uneaten sandwich he had absently placed on Jane's desk. All either of them could think of now, was getting to their bed as quickly as possible, to continue their foreplay in more comfortable surroundings, and to build their way up to the "main event."

Lying on the bed, Jane turned to Brad and said, "I just found my first lead in my first assignment."

Brad smiled at her, cupped her head in his hands, kissed her, and said "Congratulations."

Jane's lips pouted in mock irritation. "That's it? Just `congratulations'? You aren't going to help me celebrate?"

"Of course I am, darling," Brad replied. With that, Brad slid his long, lean body down toward the foot of their bed. His friction against the bed sheet made his already-stiff rod grow even bigger, and throb even more rapidly. When he reached the foot of their bed, he stopped to admire Jane's feet. Since she was only 5 feet 2, she had delicate little feet. Her well-pedicured toenails were painted a bright, inviting red. He began kissing her feet, and Jane surprised him by saying "Honey, please don't."

"Why not?"

"Starting your kisses at my feet takes too long. I need to feel your kisses and licks directly on my pussy, right NOW!"

He grabbed an ankle in each hand, and pushed her legs toward her, raising both of her knees high into the air. He then pulled her ankles wide apart, spreading her legs and allowing him to look up past her thighs, peer past her already-opened dark brown outer pussy lips, and gaze up into the fully-visible pink depths of her femininity.

But Brad wanted to do more than just look. So he moved his head slowly up the inside of Jane's legs, kissing his way up her calves, past her knees, up her inner thighs, onto her pussy lips, and finally kissing and licking inside her pussy. As he licked deep inside of her, he felt her lubrication build up, to coat both her inner walls and the tip of his slow, teasing, licking and circling tongue.

"Mmmm!" was Jane's only comment, spoken very loudly.

Now his tongue began long, sweeping arcs from her inner walls, retreating back out along her pussy lips, up to her swelling clit, then licking back down and into her innermost recesses again.

"Mmmm!" her moans grew longer and louder, then turned into a single shouted word: "Mmmmmore!"

As he continued his long, sweeping licks, Jane began to bounce her tight, curvy ass cheeks up and down off the mattress and closer into his face. Brad cupped an ass cheek in one hand, and palmed the outside of her pussy in the other, not missing a beat in his long, slow licks. This whole time, Jane kept encouraging his long, sweeping licks, from her inner depths to her clit, with loud cries of "Mmmmmore!"

Suddenly, Brad saw Jane's whole body tense, becoming very rigid. She thrust her hips and thighs up even higher off the bed, pushing closer into his face. Then, suddenly, she was very still, and he felt the first taste of her sweet nectar on the tip of his tongue.

In response, Brad sucked her hot, throbbing love button all the way up past his lips, gently but firmly clenching his teeth over it. Now she began bucking rapidly and violently up and down, and it was all Brad could do to hold onto her ass and her pussy as Jane shook, trembled, quaked, writhed, and flooded his mouth and throat with a non-stop torrent of the sweetest juice known to humanity. He couldn't get enough of her natural flavor on his hungry taste buds. Fortunately, Jane gave him a plentiful supply, accompanied by a wonderfully-melodic soprano chorus of moans and screams. He continued licking, she continued coming, and she just kept mumbling over and over, "Oh, Brad! You've got her honey! You've got her! Oh, Brad!"

When Jane finally stopped shaking, moaning, calling out Brad's name, and mumbling `You've got her', Brad's tongue had finally gotten enough Latina love juice to calm his craving, at least for a while. He looked up her body, past her shapely 36-C breasts, to see a beaming smile on her face.

"Oh, Brad, she's your baby! My pussy is your baby! She's all your, only yours!"

Jane paused to catch her breath, then continued, "Is he her daddy? Is your cock, my pussy's daddy? She wants her daddy. She wants to feel her daddy. Will you let her daddy come inside and play with your baby?"




In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 02



Scooting up on the bed, Brad's cock felt the cool sheet rubbing against his hot shaft again, helping to keep "daddy" all big and hard for his impending entry and descent into "baby."

Now the tip of daddy pressed past baby's wide-open lips, and began its slow, inch by inch thrust into her. She couldn't help smiling now, not only at feeling him start his descent into her, but also at the recollection of the first time that she had seen Brad's love tool. She had fallen in love with Brad for his intelligence, his ability to be a good provider, his understanding that her career was very important to her, and the fun, creative, unusual places and activities around which he built their dates. The fact that he was good looking--not a stereotypical hunk, but pleasant to look at--was not the main attraction, but it was clearly a nice icing on the cake to Jane.

Jane and Brad had just concluded their third date, and after a lot of kissing and stroking each other, she had stood facing him, loosened and removed his neck tie, and slowly unbuttoned his formal white shirt. She had then noticed that he had a nice, muscular chest, with just the right amount of chest hair, just the way she liked her man: enough chest hair to run her fingers through it, but not so much as to obscure her seeing and touching the soft, smooth skin underneath. Her heart had raced and pounded, her mouth had watered, and her tongue had slowly licked her lips in anticipation, as she had slowly unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper of his suit pants down that first time. When she finally had him naked and had looked at him, her mouth had gasped open in astonishment. His love muscle was long and thick, very hard from the muscle and bone inside, but her eager hands and licking tongue had quickly discovered that his shaft had very soft and smooth skin on the outside. She had stealthily retrieved her sewing kit's tape-measure from the nearby night-stand, so stealthily that Brad had not noticed until the soft fabric of her tape measure was actually touching the sensitive skin of his cock.

When she had read the tape measure, Jane's mouth had once more dropped open in astonishment. From the point where his cock began protruding straight out from his balls, until it ended in the wide-open single eye at the very tip, his wonder worm was a full eight inches long, two inches longer than the only other trouser snake she had ever seen up- close and personal. But even more astonishing to her, when she had wrapped the tape measure around his circumference, it had been a very thick 6-1/2 inches around (over 2 inches in diameter).

Noticing that her mouth had opened wide in astonishment, Jane had decided to put her opened mouth to better use than merely gasping in astonishment. Whispering the six most powerful and magical words in any woman's vocabulary -- "I want to suck your cock" -- Jane had then pushed Brad down on the floor, knelt over him, bent her head down, and let him thrust his hips up and down, driving his long, thick rod rapidly in and out of her eager mouth. His bucking hips had pushed the mushroom-shaped head against the back of her throat, and his balls against her lips, before pulling out again to leave only the very tip against her lips. She had then kissed and licked the opening at the tip of his cock's head. He had then thrust himself all the way back down her throat again. She remembered the sweet but tangy taste as a few drops of his juice had hit her tongue, but before she could gulp down his delicious spunk, he had retreated past her teeth and lips.

Jane had feared that a love muscle this long and wide might hurt her tight little pussy, but that day, Brad had proved himself to be gentle and very skillful with his weapon. Now she knew what people meant about it not being the size that matters, but how you use it. She felt truly blessed, having a man with both the size, AND the skill to use it. Very quickly, his deep, rapid thrusts had made her feel so good that she had let herself go, coating his coat with her come and triggering his own wonderful, warm, wet explosion deep inside of her.

Now here she was, her first day on her first case of her first new job after graduation, once more feeling Brad thrust deeply and rapidly in and out of her, her pussy not only no longer fearing his size, but constantly craving it. She could feel her outer lips stretched wide in an O around him, her pussy muscles clamping down tightly on him, as he thrust furiously in and out of her. She knew that he would come soon, and they both knew that they always enjoyed their orgasms more if she came first.

As if to ensure that she would have her orgasm first, Jane began to slide her hand down to her thighs, and across to touch and play with her clit. Brad and Jane were so much in tune with each other, that he beat her to it, reaching down and rubbing his thumb over her clit, then pressing hard on her clit. He hunched himself forward, so that on each in and out thrust, his thick shaft joined his thumb in rubbing her clit.

It only took three or four strokes like this, for her to erupt her desires all over his shaft, accompanied by her loudest and most drawn-out "Yee-hah!" of the evening. Feeling Jane's thick, creamy passion completely coating his cock, Brad now pumped his plentiful supply of love juice deep inside of her, then continued pulsing, stirring their liquid passions into a nicely-blended love martini. Her famous father, from whose shadow she hoped that her new case would finally let her emerge, can keep his "shaken, not stirred" martinis, Jane thought. She much prefers Brad's vibrating human swizzle stick, gently stirring their own natural martini deep inside of her.

When they finally calmed down, and he slowly eased his still-throbbing shaft out of her, the stirred martini of their juices slowly oozed down along the entire length of her still wide-open pussy lips, oozing onto her dark, smooth, creamy thighs, and onto the towel that Brad had thoughtfully placed between her and the sheet. Their strongly-scented ooze seeped out of her at about the same luxuriously-slow pace, and with nearly the same thick consistency, as a Hawaiian lava flow that is starting to cool off. The next morning, invigorated by the previous night's injection of Vitamin Brad, Jane returned to her computer, and her search for the mysterious and elusive arms dealer known only as W. Jane was drawing renewed energy from the thick pulp of Brad Juice still deeply-embedded inside of her. But she couldn't allow her mind to focus on last night now. Jane still had the vague, gnawing feeling that the existence of a Mrs. W was somehow crucial to bringing W to justice.

Jane looked at the photos of W, and of William Washington Walker, again. He was ruggedly handsome, in a traditional sort of way. Handsome in a different sort of way than her Brad. She wondered what sort of shallow woman would have married W for his looks, either not knowing, or more likely not caring, that he was the world's most dangerous and treacherous merchant of death and destruction. Sure, Jane found her own Brad physically attractive, and last night Brad had once more demonstrated his amazing talent for bringing her to sexual ecstasy. But those features were merely the icing on the cake. Jane had first been attracted to Brad, and later fallen in love with him, because of his intelligence, warm personality, and the interesting, unusual, and fun places and events to which he took her. So a woman attracted only to looks, must be shallow indeed.

With W always on the run, watching over his shoulder for authorities of various nations he wanted to stop his nefarious arms trafficking, W obviously couldn't share fun adventures with his wife, the way Brad did with Jane. W must be one hell of a lover, Jane thought, for his wife to stick with him. Either that, or she was not very bright. But who was his wife, and where, when, and how did they meet? Had they met at the spy academy, just as Jane and Brad had first met?

That gave Jane an idea. Could W have met his wife at The Academy? After all, he had gone underground and started running and hiding, less than a year after he graduated. Where else would W have found the time and opportunity to meet, date, fall in love with, and marry a woman?

Since W seemed to like anything with the letter W in it, having concocted an alias with W as all three initials, could his wife's first or last name start with a W also? Or did both her first and last names start with W? Hey, maybe she was on to something here. She punched ina database query for a female academy graduate, class of 1987, both first and last names starting with W. This time, just one name appeared: Wendy Warmcox. That had to be an alias. Maybe she really enjoys warm cocks (and what healthy heterosexual woman doesn't?), but it was unlikely that Warmcox was really her last name. Had the elusive W made up this name for his girlfriend, as some sort of inside joke?

Jane searched through Wendy Warmcox's records from her Academy days. The verbal portrait that came up revealed just the sort of air-head that Jane expected to marry the likes of W. Wendy had been a cheerleader in high-school, and had gotten in trouble with school authorities during a football game. Apparently, naughty little Wendy really did enjoy warm cocks. She was caught lying down under the bleachers, with several football players piled on and beside her, and with her very short cheerleader's skirt raised even higher than normal. She was supposed to be out on the field, leading cheers, and the players were supposed to be in the locker room, resting up for the second half of the game and listening to the coach's half-time pep-talk. Disgraced, Wendy had dropped out of her high school. Not fair, really, Jane thought. The football players hadn't been punished. And her team had rallied in the second half to win the game, after Wendy had fucked the whole team at half-time. Sometime after this incident, Wendy had enrolled in the British Spy Academy, on the very same day as W, suggesting that Wendy and W already knew each other before they both decided to be trained as spies. Jane wondered if W been one of the football players with whom Wendy had been caught at half-time.

Wendy's grades had not been very high at the Academy. And like W, Wendy had never joined Her Majesty's Secret Service at the conclusion of her spy training. So a highly- intelligent man like W had obviously been attracted to Wendy for something other than her brains.

When Jane finally punched up a photo of Wendy Warmcox, even she could see why W had married Wendy. The photo was evidently the one that Wendy had submitted with her application to the Academy, as it showed her in her high- school cheerleader's outfit. She was tall, about 5 foot 7, with long, shapely legs that seemed to reach halfway up to the sun, and which any man would appreciate having wrapped around him. Wendy had an alluring smile, and an absolutely unblemished, smooth, peaches-and-cream facial complexion. That pretty face was framed by long, straight, golden- blonde hair that cascaded down to her well-curved, toned ass, and brushed across her forehead in a cute little bang. But most importantly, her tight cheerleader outfit made it obvious that her huge breasts put even Jane Bond's 36-C breasts to shame. Like Jane, Wendy seemed to dislike bras, as the high-school photo of her in her cheerleader's outfit clearly showed huge, hard nipples poking out against her well-filled-out uniform top. In the photo, Wendy was holding a partially-peeled banana, and her long tongue was suggestively licking the top end of the banana. If Wendy had married W, her obviously-talented tongue was probably what kept this notorious gun merchant loyal to his hot, trampy little bimbo.

But Jane still had no concrete evidence to tie Wendy Warmcox to this dangerous arms dealer named W. Frustrated, she leaned back in her desk chair, propped her feet on her desk, cupped her hands behind her neck, and closed her eyes. For the umpteenth time, Jane replayed in her head the mental tape-recording of the briefing that M had given her about W the previous day. Jane desperately wanted to remember something, anything, that would identify Wendy Warmcox as W's wife. But she finished playing back the briefing in her mind, and still had nothing. Jane leaned forward in her chair, set her feet back on the floor, picked up the stack of the Agency's surveillance photos of W again, and tossed them onto her desk. She spread the photos out, so her eyes could scan them all at once. As Jane looked at each photo, her frustration increased. Nothing in that photo. Nothing here. Nothing, nothing, and still more of nothing.

Amidst all the glossy 8 by 10 black-and-white photos, a tiny color Polaroid snapshot suddenly fell out of the photo pile, and softly landed on Jane's carpeted floor. "Hold on, what's this?" Jane wondered aloud, although nobody was near enough to hear her. She picked up the photo, which looked to her spy-trained eyes like it was taken as some cheap, amateur, and probably bungled attempt at blackmailing W. As Jane looked at the photo, there was the man that she now knew unmistakably was W, sprawled naked on his back on a bed, his arms and legs spread out and tied to the four corner posts of the bed.

Jane's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she noticed in the photo, the enormous size of W's stiff cock, which was pointing straight up. It looked to be even longer and thicker than her Brad's amazing shaft. Jane had heard, from other women, about men with cocks as long as 10 inches, but she had always assumed that they were exaggerating. Her Brad's eight inches always seemed so long to her, that she had never been able to picture one bigger, until seeing this photo of W naked. Brad's shaft had always completely filled her pussy, his tip pressing against her cervix, his balls against her outer lips, and his thickness tightly stretching her lips around him. So while she drooled in wonder at this photo of W's shaft, Jane also felt that if she ever experienced W's love muscle first-hand, it would hurt her too much. She mentally slapped herself for even thinking about W's huge cock. He was considered the world's most dangerous arms merchant, and Jane Bond would never involve herself with such a man. Besides, she loved Brad, and would never do anything to betray his trust. Her Brad's cock was just the right size for her, and he knew how to use it to bring her to wild, thrashing, shaking, quaking, screaming, moaning orgasms every time, so she had no need of any other cock. Still, that was a mighty big cock that W had, and it was SO hard.

Jane wondered what had made W that hard.

Jane finally moved her eyes away from her riveted attention to W's anatomy, and noticed a naked female figure standing over W's bed at the left side of the snapshot. Now Jane knew what had made W so big and hard, and why this blackmail-style photo had been taken in the first place. Jane studied the female figure. This woman's gaze was locked on W's amazingly huge organ, as Jane's had just been. Not at all surprisingly, that woman had a broad, lustful smile lighting up the peaches-and-cream complexion on her face, as she stared at W's erect 10-incher. Jane recognized the cute blonde bangs, and the long, golden- blonde hair cascading down around the woman's huge, naked breasts (her chest must have been at least 40 inches) and delicately curving ass. That woman also had nearly the same tight, sexy, curving creases as Jane did, where his ass cheeks met her shapely legs. Considering that the high- school photo must have been taken about 15 years ago, this girl had evidently aged very little. But there was no mistaking the woman in the Polaroid photo: that was Wendy Warmcox. Although Jane had never before exhibited any Lesbian traits, as Jane gazed at the naked photo of Wendy, she couldn't help wondering what those enormous breasts would feel like cupped in her hands, and what those long, wide nipples tasted like. Jane found herself wanting to experience first-hand what kind of wild animal this blonde sex-goddess was in bed.

When Jane finally snapped out of her fantasies about W and Wendy, she realized that she now had her proof that W and his wife were both alumni of the British Spy Academy, and had both dropped out of sight when he started selling weapons to terrorists in 1988. Now all Jane Bond had to do, was to determine where W and Wendy were hiding-out right now, and stop W's next arms deal from going through. If only she could find out where that color Polaroid had been snapped, maybe she could track W's movements from there.

And if she could find Wendy, maybe Jane could somehow find a way to use Wendy against W, to bring the arms merchant to justice. She didn't know precisely how yet, but Jane just knew that she had to find something more attractive to Wendy than W's 10-inch cock, to break Wendy's 15 years of loyalty to this dangerous man, and to get Wendy on her side in bringing this terrorist down.

To Be Continued...




In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 03



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

Jane Bond, daughter of famous British spy 007, spent a frustrating third morning in her new job at MI-6, British Intelligence. Her first mission since graduating from the British spy academy, was to find the elusive terrorist arms merchant called W, and stop him from making his next arms deal.

Jane had discovered that W had also attended the British spy academy, class of 1987, calling himself William Washington Walker in those days. His wife had also attended the spy academy at the same time, and then went by the ludicrous alias of Wendy Warmcox. That was all a good start, but after spending her entire third morning crunching through The Agency's massive database, she was still no closer to finding the real names, or current whereabouts, of William Walker or Wendy Warmcox. So Jane was relieved when it was finally lunch time, and she could take a break in the agency's cafeteria.

The only table available in the small, crowded cafeteria was next to the bar (it went without saying, that MI-6's cafeteria, established by notorious old-school womanizers such as her own father, had a bar). Jane would normally not have accepted sitting so close to so many swaggering male spies, bragging about their latest female conquests, as they consumed their three-martini lunches. But after the unproductive morning that she had just suffered, Jane was too tired and frustrated to find another eating establishment now.

As Jane sat down to eat lunch, she overheard a group of young male spies at the bar, talking about their recent graduation party, held in Vienna, Austria. Jane knew from her father's stories, that Vienna had been a favorite hangout of Cold War spies, both eastern and western. Spies on both sides had enormous respect for each other's professionalism, and in neutral Vienna, they could break bread and share a drink, without being suspected of sharing each other's national secrets.

An older spy at the bar, slightly inebriated, piped up "Aww, you kids don't know the first thing about wild graduation parties. You know, when we first set up the Academy, one of our senior spies STARTED the tradition of graduation parties in Vienna. Now, HE knew how to throw a party!"

The younger spies laughed. "And who would that be, old man?"

"Double-Oh-Seven. James Bond," he stated flatly, in his best Jack Webb "Just the Facts, Ma'am" voice, tinged with both triumph and reverence.

"James Bond?" the boys whispered in hushed tones of great reverence.

Jane couldn't help butting into this conversation. Turning to the older spy, she challenged, "Oh, what would YOU know about my father?"

"Your father?" one of the younger spies chimed in. "Do you mean that you're--"

Jane pushed her chair back, stood up, and extended her hand to shake the young spy's hand.

"Bond. Jane Bond." She had always wanted to say that!

One of the young and inebriated spies asked, incredulously, "YOU'RE Jane Bond?"

"In the flesh."

"And VERY nice flesh it is!"

"Thank you. Play your cards right, and maybe I'll show you MORE of this flesh," Jane smiled and winked saucily, knowing that not one of these young spies would ever get a thing out of her, when her Brad was a far better lover than any of them could ever be.

The older spy lightly touched Jane's hand, bowed, and in a gesture of attempted gallantry that didn't quite work in his drunken stupor, kissed Jane's hand. The younger spies snickered over his botched attempt at a quaint, old- fashioned gesture, but Jane felt mildly flattered.

"I'll tell you what I know about your father, young missy," the older spy slurred. "One of the last parties he threw, was one of the best. It was for the class of 1987."

Another spy chimed in, "I was in the class of 1987. I remember that party. It was at Rick's Cafe Americain hotel in Vienna. James Bond had picked that spot, because he was a real fan of the movie `Casablanca', and its hero, Rick, had started that hotel in Vienna after the war."

Jane began to wonder where movies left off and reality began. Her father was better known for Sean Connery's portrayal of him, than for the real man whom she had barely known as a child, and had not seen in many years. And Jane had always assumed that Casablanca was fiction, yet here she was hearing that Humphrey Bogart had portrayed a real character after all, and her legendary father had apparently known the real Rick.

"1987 was one of the first years we allowed women would-be spies into the Academy," the man at the bar continued. "I remember one of these co-ed spies, a pretty blonde, had a reputation for having a lot of men, but she seemed to be inseparable from one of her male classmates. So maybe she put out for him, but I, for one, did not believe the stories that she had put out for a lot of boys when she was younger. Her guy was a real jock type--those kind always get all the pretty girls. She supposedly had done it with a lot of jocks, but again, I didn't believe any of it. I mean, she never left his side, they were constantly hugging and kissing all through the party, and dancing real close. I mean, you could see he had his hard cock pressed tightly against her pussy all through the dancing. When they weren't dancing, you could see the triangle of her pussy against her tight, short skirt, and the bulging ridge along the front of his pants. They were just completely inseparable, I tell you, and if not in love, at least in deep lust, with each other. So I ask you, when would she have found time to fool around with a lot of other guys, like the rumors said she did?"

"OK, maybe those two were wild, but what made the party itself wild?" one of the younger spies wanted to know.

"Well, you ain't heard nothing yet," the 1987 alumnus continued. "After the party, that pair disappeared into one of Cafe Americain's suites. A bunch of us would pass back and forth past the room, just to hear those high-pitched female moans, giggles, oohs, ahhs, and screams. We would see room service deliver food up to their room, the door would open just enough for an arm to reach through and grab the food from the waiter, then the door would slam shut and the dead-bolt lock would click, and we would hear the chain sliding into place to double-lock the door. Then we would hear food slopping around, and hear her say things like `Yes, put that mashed potato right there, and lick it off me. Mmmm! Oooh, yes!' and stuff like that. Day after day, it went on like that, and the `Do Not Disturb' sign never left their door. They never came out for anything, they had everything delivered up to their room."

The story continued. "Curious how long they could keep it up, I took the room right across the hallway from theirs. I would hear their bed creaking at all hours of night and day. I would hear her moaning, screaming, yelling out `Yes!' at the top of her lungs, stuff like that. I would hear them filling up their bathtub, and the two of them splashing around in there. I would hear him hollering stuff like `Suck it! Harder!' and `Here it comes, baby. I'm going to fill you up!' In a way, it was kind of funny, like an X- rated movie with a sense of humor, but it was also a turn- on, especially when I could hear HER yelling, screaming and moaning!"

"You're full of it!" one of the younger spies slurred through his fourth or fifth martini. Shaken, not stirred.

"Well, I tell you, I stayed in that room a full year, until the 1988 graduating class threw their party. They never came out once that whole year, just stayed in that room and fucked each other's brains out for a whole year."

"I agree, you ARE full of it!" another young spy confirmed.

"When they held that 1988 party," the story-teller continued, unphased by the heckling, "this couple finally emerged from their hotel room after a year. They joined the 1988 party, had food and drink, danced together. I watched them the whole evening, they were still just as romantic with each other as they had been at the 1987 party. At the end of the evening, they strolled out the front door of the hotel, arm in arm, making googly eyes at each other, both smiling and giggling. They walked out into the streets of Vienna, and nobody at MI-6 has seen either of them ever since."

"Yeah, right!" one of the hecklers continued. "If this really happened, what were their names, smarty?"

"I don't remember his name--"

"Uh-huh! Of course, you don't You made it up!"

"BUT--" the story-teller continued, sputtering.

The younger spies all began jeering and heckling.

"BUT!" he shouted, even louder, and they quieted down. "But I DO remember HER name. Her name matched her reputation. She was Wendy Warmcox."

Jane's ears perked up at that now-familiar name.

"Bullshit!" one of the hecklers yelled. "What kind of name is Warmcox? No woman has a name like that!"

"Excuse me," Jane Bond said. "Did you say Wendy Warmcox?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" the story-teller, by now tiring of all the heckling, challenged her.

Jane reached in her purse and pulled out the little color Polaroid snapshot of Wendy and W naked in bed, with W's wrists and ankles tied to the four corner bed-posts.

"Is this her?" Jane asked.

"Yeah, that's her. And the guy is the man she was always with, for a whole year in that hotel room. His name was William Weston, or Warburton, or something like that."

"Walker?" Jane asked.

"Yeah, that's it. William Walker."

The younger male spies gathered around Jane and her snapshot, their eyes bugging out as much at W's 10-inch cock as at Wendy's inviting naked curves and big-nippled 40- inch chest.

"Where did you get that photo?" the story-teller asked.

Jane put her index finger to her lips. "Shh! That's an MI-6 secret. I could tell you," she smiled, "but then I'd have to kill you!" She burst out laughing.

"Well, that photo looks like it was taken in their suite at Rick's Cafe Americain, in Vienna. The very room where my story took place."

Jane perked up again. "Do you remember the room number?"

"Of course. I had room 68, right across the hall. Their suite was number 69."

"Sixty-nine? You've got to be kidding," Jane said.

"Yeah, it does seem a coincidence. William and Wendy probably did a lot of 69 in room 69."

"Yeah, well I like to 69 myself," Jane smiled. "Maybe that's why they made me Agent 0069! You know, 'OH! OOOOHHHH! SSSSIXTYYY-NNNNINE!'" she cooed. She was starting to like saying her agent number in this sexy way, almost as much as she liked saying "Bond. Jane Bond."

The men who had gathered around her stepped back now, and began to look Jane up and down, with not even the pretense of stealth that M had exhibited on Jane's first day in M's office. Funny, they hadn't noticed before how stunning this dark, Latin-American beauty was. They all tried to picture getting into a 69 position with her.

"Well," Jane smiled, "my lunch hour is over. I have to get back to work. I imagine you boys do, too."

"What are you doing AFTER work?" one of the younger men asked.

"Going home to screw my husband all night long." As Jane said this, she pictured all the things she would do with Brad that evening, and wondered if she and Brad could last a whole year in a hotel, having nothing but wild sex all day and night for a year. As she headed back to her computer, her mind wandered to deliciously naughty thoughts about her and Brad, and about Wendy and arms merchant W. She felt her panties begin to dampen. She also began to formulate a plan, to fly to Vienna and visit Suite 69 at the Cafe Americain Hotel. She wasn't sure what she expected to find there, and she doubted that M would authorize such an expense for a new hire, but Jane just knew that this was something she had to do.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 04



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

Returning from lunch in the MI-6 cafeteria on her third day as a British spy, Jane Bond headed for her computer. She wasn't quite sure why she was on the computer again. She had spent a frustrating morning in a fruitless search of the database for more information on William Washington Walker, alias terrorist-arms merchant W, and his super- slutty wife, alias Wendy Warmcox.

Jane had found out more about that elusive couple (or at least, about their love life) in a few minutes of lunch conversation with other spies, than she had in an entire morning on the computer.

As a result of that lunch-time conversation, Agent 0069 had formed a plan to visit Suite 69 of Rick's Cafe Americain Hotel, in Vienna. If the stories were true, ten years earlier, Mr. and Mrs. W had spent an entire year making love in that suite, not leaving for food or anything else. And a recent color Polaroid snapshot showed W naked, tied to the bed in that suite, and Wendy naked, standing over him, smiling lustfully. Somehow, Jane felt that a visit to Suite 69 might help her find W, and stop him from selling any more weapons to terrorists.

After an hour of restlessly surfing through the MI-6 database for something, or perhaps for nothing at all, Jane got up and walked to Miss Moneypenny's desk. She knew that MI-6's aging chief spy, M, would never authorize international travel for a spy hired just 3 days earlier. But Miss Moneypenny had been a long-time friend of her father, the legendary James Bond, and perhaps Jane could use that connection to con Moneypenny into sending her to Vienna, without M's knowledge or consent.

Jane began her best schmoozing technique, and soon had Moneypenny fondly reminiscing about her unrequited love for 007. Moneypenny recalled the mission to Brazil, where James had met Jane's mother. James had been surprised and shocked when he learned, several years later, that his brief Brazilian fling had produced a daughter. Moneypenny couldn't fathom why fatherhood should surprise James Bond. After all, by Moneypenny's own calculations, James Bond had slept with an average of 63 women per year, through about 40 years of being a British spy.

Moneypenny sighed at the realization that, despite her best flirting techniques, she had never become part of those statistics in all those years. Bond had initially been thrilled to meet his daughter Jane as a little girl, and to see her attractive South American mother again. But Bond simply wasn't the fatherly type, and as Jane herself well knew, after bringing Jane to MI-6 for a single visit, James Bond had disappeared out of Jane's life as quickly as he had appeared. Jane empathized with Moneypenny, knowing in a different way what it was like to want to be closer to James Bond, and never achieving that goal.

Having bonded in a sisterly way with Moneypenny, Jane now sprang her request.

"Do you know about the case that M assigned to me?"

"Yes, you are to find and stop notorious arms merchant W."

"I have a lead, and I want to fly to Vienna to check it out. I want to go to the Cafe Americain Hotel there."

Moneypenny recalled the one time she had attended a party for graduating student-spies, at that very same hotel in Vienna. She had tried to lure Bond into a room there, but without success. "Yes," she replied, with yet another sigh, "I'm familiar with Cafe Americain."

"This is only your third day here," Moneypenny continued. "You know that M is under tight budget constraints. He'll never authorize an airline ticket for someone he hired just 3 days ago."

"I know. But couldn't you please just arrange a ticket FOR me. We don't have to tell M." Jane winked, "It will be our little secret. I'm sure James Bond would be pleased that you share secrets with his daughter!"

At the mention of Jane's father's name, Moneypenny sighed dreamily again. "I'll see what I can do," Moneypenny promised Jane.

About an hour later, Moneypenny walked past Jane's desk, unobtrusively dropping a plain, unmarked and non-descript envelope on top of Jane's in-basket. When Moneypenny was a safe distance away to avoid suspicion from anyone else nearby, Jane surreptitiously slid the envelope into her purse, headed for the lady's room, and locked the stall door. She fished the envelope out of her purse. Inside, was a round-trip airline ticket to Vienna, and confirmed accommodations for three days at the Cafe Americain Hotel. Her father had once told her that you could always count on Miss Moneypenny's help, and he had been right. Jane quietly returned the envelope to her purse, flushed the toilet to cover her real purpose in the ladies room, and returned to her desk. But she was so excited about her first trip as a spy, that she couldn't focus on her work, and she snuck home early.

Driving home, she wondered how she would explain to Brad that she would be away from him for three days, their first extended absence from each other in nearly two years of marriage. But Jane hit on a plan that would make her absence more bearable for both of them.

Luckily, because Jane had left early, Brad was not yet home when she drove into their driveway, and she would have plenty of time to put her seduction plan into action.

Jane began by fixing Brad her special Rosetta rice dish, cooked with an assortment of vegetables such as celery and carrots. She also cooked up some home-made honey-barbecue chicken wings. She knew that Brad liked these simple, tasty, nutritious meals. She set out their best china plates and their long-stemmed champagne glasses. She dimmed the lights, and set a lighted candle at the center of the table.

When Brad returned from his office, Jane greeted him in her most stunning, tight, thigh-length black leather skirt (Brad could actually see the triangular shape between her shapely legs, pressing against the leather at the front of her skirt), and sheer black stockings. Brad knew Jane well enough to know, without actually seeing, that the stockings were held on with her sexiest black-lace garter belt, very likely with no panties underneath to obstruct her neatly- trimmed, thick, dark bush and always-juiced-up slit. Jane's sheer white blouse, which buttoned up the front, was as transparent as her reason for wearing it. Brad and Jane threw their arms around each other, and Jane grabbed Brad's left hand, pulling it up under the hem of her very short leather skirt, and placed his fingers on the outside of her already-moist pussy, as if to confirm her lack of panties, which he already suspected.

After a leisurely, romantic dinner, Brad and Jane gazing at each other's candle-lit faces, Jane went to their master bathroom to fill their large bathtub with warm water and apricot-scented bubble bath. Earlier, she had placed some scented candles on the tiled shelf above the tub, and placed two champagne glasses and a chilled bottle of sparkling cider within easy reach of the tub. Sure, she could have used champagne, but neither of them drank, and besides, she wanted them both to be in full control of their minds and bodies throughout the night's erotic adventures.

Before she filled the tub, Jane removed her skirt and made sure to leave their bathroom door wide open. She wanted Brad to see her naked ass, and just a hint of pussy from the rear, all outlined by her black lace garter-belt, as she bent over to fill the tub and test the water temperature with her fingers.

Sure enough, Brad walked by, stopped dead in his tracks at the view of his wife through the bathroom door, tiptoed up behind her, unzipped his trousers, and pressed his growing cock up against the inviting crack between the sexy curves of her ass cheeks. She turned her head to kiss him on the mouth, gently patted his manhood, and quietly cooed "Save that for our bath, stud."

When the tub was full, Jane stood facing Brad, and began a slow, bumping-and-grinding strip tease. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and Brad slid it off her arms. Now she unclipped her black stockings from her garter belt, and slid the garter belt down her leg. Finally, she slowly rolled each stocking down her legs. As she lifted her left foot, Brad pulled the rolled-up stocking off, then did the same for her right stocking. Now she slid into the tub, sighing a relaxed "ooh" as she immersed her soft, dark Latin-American skin into the warm water and big, white bubbles.

Brad quickly stripped and sat beside Jane in their tub. Jane grabbed Brad's bath sponge, and Brad picked up Jane's sponge, and they proceeded to wash each other in slow, circular, massaging strokes. They slowly, lovingly washed each other's back, shoulders, neck, and arms. Jane squirmed and softly moaned as the sponge swirled around her 36-C breasts, while his fingers pinched and stretched her hardening nipples. Turning her head and leaning over, she alternated between the sponge and her lips on his nipples. She just couldn't wait any longer, and skipping his tummy entirely, she placed his cock in the open palm of her left hand, and began rubbing it with the bath sponge in her right hand. Her eyes remained fixed on his organ as it grew longer, thicker, and harder. Her palms began to sweat, her mouth to salivate, her tongue to involuntarily circle her moist lips, and her heart to pound in her ears, as she washed his magnificently thick, pulsating organ.

When it reached its full 8 inch length and 2-1/2 inch diameter, she watched it pulse up and down, pulsing against her open palm each time that it swelled. She gently washed every inch of his throbbing shaft, mushroom-shaped cock head, swollen balls, and even the wide-open eye at the very tip. She wanted him spotlessly clean for what her lips and tongue would do there later that evening.

Meanwhile, Brad's hands were not idle, either. He soaped up her tummy and belly button, then her thick, furry bush. Finally, he slid his long, thin, soapy finger into her slicked-up slit, adding the bath water and apricot soap to the natural moisture already lining her inner walls, while still softly massaging the bath sponge across her pussy hair and outer lips. As his finger slid and out of her depths, the underside of his knuckle brushed and pressed her love button on each in and out stroke of his finger. He made sure to clean everywhere with his finger and the bath sponge, knowing that later that evening, his finger and tongue would be visiting all the places where he was now washing her.

But although he was getting her very moist, he deliberately stopped short of bringing her to orgasm, wanting to save that for their bedroom.

Toweling each other dry, they changed for bed. Jane donned a shiny, purple-satin bra with white lace trim all around the edges, and peekaboo cut-outs from which her hard nipples jutted straight out. Matching this was her purple satin G-string panty, with white-lace trim all around, and a narrow-as-dental-floss, ruffled white lace string running inside the crease of her ass to hold it on. Over this, she wore a white baby-doll that buttoned up the front, ended just above her thighs, and was even thinner and more transparent than the white blouse she had worn to dinner. Brad wore Jane's favorite outfit. It featured a very short pair of tight, light-blue jeans shorts, with a black cowboy- style leather belt, and his very prominent ridge at the front. Neatly tucked into his shorts was a black undershirt that exposed his shoulders and hairy upper chest, and the entire length of his long, strong, hairy, manly arms.

As they both climbed into bed, she slowly unbuckled his western-style belt, unzipped his tight shorts, and folded back the flaps formed at both sides of the opened zipper, so that his big, hard cock could pulse and throb out of its confinement and freely into the cool night air. She then turned on their TV and hit the Play button, to begin the tape she had earlier placed in their VCR. It was their favorite X-rated video, Summer Lovers, starring that multi- talented 1980s Oklahoma Cherokee porn star, Janette Littledove. They probably both liked this tape so much because of Littledove's resemblance to Jane Bond herself: the shoulder-length, curly dark hair, the dark complexion, the big, round breasts with long nipples and wide areolas, and the unbridled zest for love-making with her husband (when this tape was made, Littledove worked only with real- life husband Buck Adams, her costar in this Summer Lovers movie, and of course, Jane Bond gave herself only to her husband, Brad).

Jane and Brad watched the tape, lazily and half-heartedly imitating Janette and Buck's every move in the slow early build-up of the tape. Brad liked when Janette Littledove first appeared on tape, in her tight pink tube-top and micro-mini shorts. He liked how the actress's dark, muscular legs resembled the ones his wife was always wrapping around him. Jane preferred to watch, and re-enact with Brad, the scene where Janette lies back on a counter- top while her hunk of a man licks whipped cream from between her legs. In their re-enactments, Jane was lucky enough to have her own hunky husband with a very talented tongue. All the while, Jane and Brad impatiently awaited their favorite scene, which they had imitated so often that they could recreate it move for move from memory, even without the tape.

Finally, the scene they had awaited began. On the tape, Buck Adams stared out the window at their luscious hostess, played by Sharon Mitchell, making Littledove jealous. They argue, and Buck reminds Janette that he might look, but he sleeps only with her. She reaches up and kisses him. As they kiss, she opens her mouth slightly, and the camera zooms in on him snaking and darting his tongue so slowly, gently, and lovingly into her mouth, as she licks and sucks on his tongue. You can really see the real-life love and passion between the actors on this tape, and as Brad and Jane had the same level of love and passion for each other, they easily imitated this sizzling scene.

As Buck kissed his way down Janette's body on screen, removing her clothing as he went, Brad kissed and stripped Jane exactly in the same places, copying the tape move for move. When the on-screen husband removed Janette's panties and planted his face in her thick, dark bush, Brad did the same to Jane. When Janette bucked her faced into Buck's mouth, and moaned "Ho-ohhh! Huuuuuhhh!" Jane imitated those moans, tone for tone. Janette Littledove almost inaudibly dragged out the word, "Mmmmmore!" and Jane actually beat the movie to beginning this plea. But Jane was more than merely imitating the video, she really did desperately want more of Brad's long, firm tongue licking at her moist inner walls and her hard little clit. Jane loved that Brad so enjoys sucking up her freely-flowing juices as often as she'll let him: how lucky can one girl get.

In the movie, Buck Adams pauses his licking, and reveals Littledove's thick come coating his tongue, and you can see globs of Janette Littledove's sweet pussy nectar all over her pubic hair. By now, Jane was so excited, that when Brad raised his head in unison with Buck's, his tongue and her matted-down pussy hair matched those of Littledove in the movie. Brad wondered if Janette Littledove's juices tasted as sweet as Jane's, and if her strong, natural sex perfume had been blended with the fragrance of apricot bubble-bath, as Jane's was.

At this point, Janette Littledove softly, almost-inaudibly, tells Buck Adams to "turn around." He does, placing his legs and feet at the pillow end of the bed. Littledove now scoots down on the bed slightly, to align her mouth directly under his already-hard cock. He dives his face right back into her pussy, his palms on her thighs, wrestling his tongue all around her now wide-open pussy lips. The camera now gazes up into Littledove's very pink depths, as you see Buck's tongue dart and swirl all around the hot center of Janette's passion for her real-life husband. The camera moves to the side of their bed, showing the entire length of both bodies in their hot 69 position, as her hands on his hips pull and push his shaft in and out of her mouth. The camera zooms in, and you can see Janette Littledove's hands pulling and pushing on Buck Adams, his ass rising and falling, and his shaft disappearing into her throat and then reappearing straight up again. Janette, although only 19 or 20 when she made this tape (she's 31 now) had obviously done this with Buck in their bedroom a whole bunch of times before, and was getting to be quite good at sucking him off. But even so, after several minutes of him on top, his cock sliding straight up and down, in and out of her widely-stretched mouth that was engulfing his entire length, Janette had to pause and come up for air.

Jane Bond could suck without a pause for considerably longer than Janette did on this tape, and although not really needing to catch her breath, Jane was still following the video move for move, so she reluctantly let Brad slide all the way up and out of her mouth. Jane then imitated Janette's sexy, breathy, gasp for air, a soft, sighing, moaning sound that was a cross between "huh!' and "hmm!" That long gasp for air was accompanied, on the tape and in Jane and Brad's bed, by her long, slow lick from his balls, up the underside of his long shaft, and across the opening at the tip of his cock head. Then, both tape and real life had her open her mouth in a big, wide, O, and without using her hands, sucking his entire shaft down her throat in one powerful gulp.

Then she resumed using both hands on his hips, alternating between pulling his hips up with both hands to expose the full length of his rigid shaft, and then pushing his hips down to take all of him down her throat again. With each stroke down into her throat, Janette and Jane both cried out an excited and contented, high-pitched but soft "mmm!" which became longer and louder each time she swallowed his shaft. The entire time, Buck's tongue on tape, and Brad's in real life, was wrestling around the inside and outside of her dripping-wet pussy.

Finally, Janette Littledove shows she's in control on this tape, and slowly, masterfully, guides him down her throat, much less passively than she did up to that point, and lets out the sexiest, most contented groan of pleasure. Here, Jane and Brad differed from Buck and Janette on the tape: although on the tape, neither partner comes until much later in the film, seeing Janette so in control of him in those last few seconds of their 69 scene, always made Brad and Jane come in each other's mouth, and this time was no exception.

The rest of this hot scene really deteriorates rapidly on the Summer Lovers tape. Janette puts Buck on his back, leans over him, and clumsily tries to suck his enormous shaft from that position, grasping one hand tightly around his thick shaft as her head bobs down over him. Here, Littledove exhibits none of the grace that she showed earlier, when She lay under husband Buck and pulled him in and out of her mouth, and None of the power and authority that she had just held over him in the Last few seconds of their 69. But the video gets even worse here: Littledove lies flat on her back, her legs spread wide, and Adams clumsily tries to shove his enormous rod into her tight womanhood. She screams, not in pleasure, but in obvious pain, shouting angrily at him, "Man!" as if to say, "Man, you are hurting me!" or "Man! Your technique is horrible!"

Littledove finally has to grab Adams's wonder worm herself, and show him how to use it on her. What a way to kill a romantic and lusty moment!

Buck's repetitive in and out strokes become interminable, showing no variety nor imagination, and he finally pulls out to spray all over her, and forces her to catch the last few dribbling drops on her fully-extended tongue. This second half of their love scene might explain why Janette and Buck are no longer married in real life: their 69 in Summer Lovers is still one of the hottest love scenes on X- rated video, but their love-making right after that was clumsy, painful For them to experience and for the audience to watch. In fact, Jane and Brad did not watch the second half of this love scene this time, rewinding the tape to the beginning of the 69 scene again, and watching that scene all over again as Brad rolled onto his back, and Jane sat atop Brad's hard, 8-inch pole, which pointed straight up.




In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 04



Jane rocked forward and backward on top of Brad, her wide- open pussy slit rubbing along the full length of his hard shaft, her back straight, her head tilted back saucily, her succulent 36C breasts pushing forward toward Brad's eager mouth, then away again, forward and back, his lips, tongue, and teeth pleasuring her nipples each time that they drew closer to him. Brad could feel the juices inside of Jane, starting to coat the smooth, soft outer skin of his stiff 8 inches. He hooked both of his thumbs along the sides of her slit, holding her wide open, as his entire length rubbed back and forth along her innermost recesses. Next, Brad slid his long, slender middle finger in and out of Jane, as she continued to rock her hips forward and back, forward and back, sliding her wide-open slit over his throbbing, pulsing shaft. His fingers continued to reach up and play with her outer lips and swollen clit, as he continued to nibble on her nipples each time they drew close again.

Finally, Brad began to slowly slide his solid 8 inches in and out of Jane, his hands on her hips, pushing her up and down on his rigid shaft. In the heat of their passion, Jane told Brad that she had to leave for Vienna in the morning, and would be gone for several days. "I'll need you to inject me with a mega-dose of Vitamin Brad, to immunize me against any diseases that might be rampant on the Continent. I want to make sure that I have enough supply injected inside of me to last me the three days until I get back, until you can inject your love medicine into me again."

This time, when Janette Littledove came up for air on the tape, and took one long, slow lick all the way along Buck Adams's shaft, then swallowed him whole, Brad and Jane were no longer imitating the tape. Instead, Brad shoved himself hard up into Jane, Jane shoved her pelvis back down hard against Brad, and they both came in a torrent of love, lust, passion, and their selfless desire to bring their partner the greatest possible pleasure. Jane only hoped that by the time Janette Littledove is in her 40s, this lusty starlet whose face, body, and passion resembled Jane's, finally finds someone. Someone who, unlike Adams in this film, gives Janette as much sexual pleasure, in ALL positions, as Brad always gives to Jane now that they are in their 40s. As Jane and Brad both calmed down, Jane turned off the VCR, so they wouldn't have to watch the next clumsy, awkward, painful scene between Janette and Buck.

Meanwhile, Brad began to throb deep inside of Jane, as he always does right after they both enjoy their orgasms. She asked him if he felt up to injecting a second dose of Vitamin Brad into her, just to be sure that she had enough supply in her body for her upcoming journey.

Between his powerful pulses and throbs, Brad happily obliged Jane's request, and he began to slowly thrust in and out of Jane again. Jane clamped her pussy muscles down as tightly as she could around his warm love tool. As he sped-up his thrusting, soon the friction and pressure were more than either of them could bear. Moaning and screaming loudly, in pleasure, not in pain, both came violently and forcefully against each other again. Millions of microscopic tadpoles pushed and shoved their way up from Brad's balls, thickening his shaft and pulsing that rigid rod against her tight inner walls, as they swam up his shaft and up into the freedom of her warm, moist, welcoming pussy.

When Brad finally started to pull out, their juices and their sweat had literally stuck her thighs to his, and as her thighs pulled up and away from his, they both heard the soft squishing of their juices separating from their skin. The still-swollen head of his cock made a soft "pop" noise when it finally emerged from her very slick, very tight pussy lips again. His entire shaft was completely coated with her shiny, slippery, sticky juices, which he proceeded to scoop up with his fingers. Then he slowly licked her natural flavor off of each sticky finger in succession.

Jane's pussy was now completely filled with a double dose of Brad's come. She reached down, using her fingers to force her gaping, excited slit closed, so that none of his juice could escape from her depths. Jane was determined to carry every drop of her husband's last two love injections to Vienna with her. She wanted his plentiful supply to still be sloshing around deep inside of her, for the entire three days that she would be walking around Vienna and working there. Jane knew that she would still be completely full of Brad juice, while she searched Vienna for the elusive arms merchant named W, and his slutty, voluptuous wife, Wendy Warmcox.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 05



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

After settling into her room at Rick's Cafe Americain hotel in Vienna, novice British spy Jane Bond decide to infiltrate the notorious Suite 69, where wanted terrorist arms merchant W and his slutty wife Wendy Warmcox allegedly spent the entire year of 1987 making passionate love with each other. Jane had shown a photo of W and Wendy to the desk clerk, who knew the couple well. They stayed in Suite 69, probably for sentimental reasons, every time they visited Vienna, and that was several times a year.

Jane's training with computers, and a few lucky breaks, had helped her track W to this location, and now her expertise at electronic surveillance would also be put to the test. She had decided to plant a bug, and a voice-activated video camera, in Suite 69. She wasn't quite sure what she was hoping to record, she only knew that she needed something she could use to stop W's sales of weapons to terrorists.

Although it was not at all necessary to her mission, Jane decided to don an all-black cat-burglar style jump suit, like spies do in movies when they break in to plant bugs. Besides, she was dying to wear that slinky new jump-suit, which accented all of her delectable curves, so breaking in to bug someone's hotel room was as good an excuse as any for this outfit. She deliberately wore nothing underneath, to make her feel all the more sexy and naughty as she prowled around the love nest of W and Wendy.

As Jane walked stealthily around Suite 69, she bent over various surfaces, looking for inconspicuous locations to plant a microphone.

Each time she bent over, the soft fabric at the crotch of her jump suit pressed a little bit further up into her slit, slowly building her moisture. Jane thought about how her moisture slowly builds in just that way, every time her husband Brad slowly licks her inner walls and her throbbing little clit. Thoughts of Brad back in London made her even wetter, but she fought to stay calm and focused on the job at hand. Besides, she didn't want to get too excited, and risk seeping out any of the two injections of Brad's love juice, which she was still carrying deep inside of her from last night's "bon voyage" fuck.

Jane finally found a low shelf in a corner next to the bed, and she planted the microphone underneath. The shelf was too low to crawl under, and the corner was remote enough that nobody would look for a bug there, yet close enough to the bed to capture any secrets that W might reveal to his wife during pillow talk. Of course, it would also capture their moans and squeals of delight. Jane pulled the tiny color Polaroid photo out of her pocket again. There was Wendy Warmcox, standing naked beside the very bed that Jane now stood in front of. Wendy's long, blonde, hair cascaded straight down to her curvy ass, and her 40-inch bust jutted out in two perfect globes. On the bed was her arms-merchant husband, W, his arms and legs securely tied to the corner bed-posts, and his impressive ten inches of hard cock pointing straight up. Jane compared the scene in the photo, to the real location in which she now stood. For the first time, Jane noticed the arm and leg restraints mounted on the wall, above the bed, close to the ceiling. The restraints on W in the photo were no fluke: Wendy and W evidently liked to get kinky on a regular basis. As Jane studied the room and the photo, and tried to picture in her mind the kinkiest activities that W and Wendy might have performed in this very room, she found herself getting steadily wetter. She was surprised at her own reaction, because she had never had any attraction for bondage or S&M.

Summoning all of her will power, Jane forced the images of W and Wendy out of her mind, and carefully tucked the photo back into her pocket. She found a good hiding place for the video camera, behind some books. Jane deliberately aimed the hidden camera so it would not only capture their voices (which she hoped would be discussing the next terrorist arms deal in between their passionate moans), but as an extra bonus, the camera was aimed straight at their bed, where Jane instinctively knew that the camera would record the best possible images of W's enormous cock and Wendy's wide-open, dripping pussy as the couple carried out their legendary sexual gymnastics.

As a final measure, Jane installed a tiny radio transmitter in the doorknob of Suite 69. Every time the knob turned to let someone in or out of Suite 69, Jane's radio receiver in her own suite next door would pick up a signal. After two such signals--one for W entering the room, and one for him leaving again--Jane could safely break into Suite 69 again, and retrieve whatever her hidden video camera had recorded, of weapons dealing and perhaps, if Jane was lucky, also some tape that Jane could watch in the privacy of her own room, showing Wendy Warmcox's renowned passion for her husband, W.

Having planted the electronic surveillance equipment in Suite 69, Jane returned to her own hotel room to await some result from the microphone or the voice-activated video camera. She drew a warm bubble bath, and as she relaxed in the tub and let the warm water and apricot-scented bubbles work their magic on her jet-lagged body, Jane tried to picture W and Wendy fucking each other's brains out for an entire year in Suite 69 back in 1987. She then pictured her husband Brad and herself spending a year locked in a hotel suite, Jane sucking Brad's throbbing 8 inches all the way down her throat as he worked his long, magic tongue against her inner walls and her hard, excited little clit.

As Jane relaxed and daydreamed in the tub, her fingers instinctively and involuntarily pried open her pussy lips, working their way inside of her already-dampening slit. As her finger rubbed her G-spot, she wished that it was Brad's long fingers and thick knuckles massaging her innermost recesses, touching her in all the right places as only he seemed able to do. She desperately wanted to come against her own fingers, but at the same time, she feared that triggering her own orgasm might cause some of Brad's thick globs of love juice from the previous night to escape their imprisonment in her pussy. Sighing, a little frustrated, Jane forced herself to stop pleasuring herself, and emerged from the tub just as the water was starting to turn cold and her fingertips were starting to wrinkle in the soapy water.

As she sat on the edge of the tub and toweled herself dry, Jane ran her fingers and palms all over her breasts and nipples. She closed her eyes and let herself daydream again, imagining Brad's long tongue curling up in a U shape and flicking out at her half-inch-long nipples and wide, reddish-pink areolas. As Jane recalled the many times that Brad had kissed and licked the curved underside of her breasts, she let her fingers slip back inside of her tight, hungry pussy, pulling the mixture of her gathering juice and some of the residue of Brad's come out of her pussy, onto her outer lips and her thighs, and spewing Brad's and her own goo into her thick triangle of dark-brown hair just above her pussy, matting-down her pussy hair with their moist love cocktail. As Jane came, and let out a long, low, series of "ohhh's" and "mmm's" she was glad for the thick walls of these quaint old European hotels. Now she was glad, too, that Brad had injected a double dose of his magic love medicine into her the previous night, because even after letting some escape from her juicy opening during her orgasm, Jane could still feel a huge volume of his juice sloshing around deep inside of her, and she knew that there would be plenty more Brad Juice that could escape the next time that she needed to relieve her chronic horniness.

Jane dressed for dinner now, and headed downstairs to the restaurant of Rick's Cafe Americain hotel. Since the real Rick, of Casablanca fame, had established this hotel just after World War II, it did not surprise Jane as she entered the dining room to see a piano player in the dark, smoky lounge, nor did his choice of songs come as much of a surprise: As Time Goes By. Jane almost expected a group of Germans and Frenchmen to start singing their national anthems in loud competition with each other, as in the movie.

As Jane sat down and perused the menu, two things did surprise her. The high prices on the menu were certainly not those of Casablanca in World War II. And the busty blonde woman three tables away sure looked like Wendy Warmcox. Wendy's bright red mini-dress showed off her long, slinky legs, and the plunging neckline revealed about as much as Wendy legally could, or maybe more than was legal: with no bra underneath, the inch-long nipples at the tips of Wendy's luscious 40-inch breasts jutted straight out through the thin red fabric. Wendy's ass-length, golden- blonde hair was combed over to one side, probably so she wouldn't sit on her hair while eating her dinner. Jane couldn't help but gazing at Wendy's beauty. But Jane also realized that if Wendy was back in Vienna again, Jane's prey, the notorious weapons merchant W, could not be far behind.

Although Jane knew that Wendy had no idea who she was and could not possibly recognize her, Jane spent her entire dinner nervously covering her face with the menu, a newspaper, a book, a cloth napkin, anything that would keep Wendy from spotting Jane, while still letting Jane peer out to see if Wendy noticed her (and also to avoid detection while gazing hungrily at Wendy's lusty body, barely covered by her skimpy red dress). Jane was not yet as experienced a spy as her famous father, James Bond, and did not realize that all of her nervous behavior, instead of keeping her inconspicuous, was actually calling attention to herself. Fortunately, Wendy Warmcox was too absorbed in savoring her own gourmet Viennese dinner, and in her daydreams about tasting (not to mention licking, sucking, and swallowing whole) her husband's enormous 10-inch shaft for dessert, to notice Jane Bond's dinner-time antics.

Leaving Wendy to finish her dinner, Jane returned to her hotel room. The red light on her radio receiver was lit, indicating that someone had entered the now heavily-bugged Suite 69. Since Wendy Warmcox was still downstairs enjoying her dinner, Jane guessed that her target, terrorist arms dealer W, must be in the room. Jane felt her heart start to race, and she assumed that it was because she was so close to catching and stopping this dangerous dealer of death and destruction. As she put her hand on her breast to steady her heartbeat, Jane felt that Polaroid snapshot, one of the British spy surveillance photos, inside of her jacket pocket. She pulled it out again, and studied the photo one more time. The photo made her heart race even faster, and now she wondered whether it really had been her fear of being caught that made Jane's heart race so. Maybe it had been spying on the gorgeous, sexy Wendy that had gotten Jane so excited.

In the photo, there was Wendy Warmcox, completely naked, standing over the bed in Suite 69, her long, shiny, golden- blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders, ending in the front by swirling around the pale, perfect globes of her 40-inch chest, and ending in the back by caressing the soft creases at the base of her smooth, round ass, which looked like a perfect fit to cup in a large man's hands. In the photo, Wendy's eyes sparkled, her lips curled upward in a lusty smile, and indeed her whole face lit up with joy and excitement. Studying the photo, it was not hard for Jane to see what had brought Wendy such joy, for there on the bed was Wendy's weapons-dealer husband, his arms and legs securely tied to all four bed posts, and his rock-hard 10-inch shaft pointing straight up into the air. Heck, just looking at the PHOTO brought a smile of joy to Jane's face, and Jane was happy with her Brad's 8 inches, so she could only imagine what joy Wendy must feel every time she has W's 10 inches, not in a photo, but wrapped inside her fist, or between her lips, or down her throat, or best of all, jammed deep into her pussy, pumping rapidly in and out of her wide-open and fully-stretched pussy lips.

And what about W? He must really enjoy sucking on the perfect globes of Wendy's enormous breasts, licking her moist inner walls, coaxing her shy love button out of hiding with his fingers and tongue, rubbing, sucking, and nibbling her hard little clit until she squirms on their bed, and she thrashes and moans with the pleasure of his touch. He must enjoy brushing aside her long, shimmering blonde hair so that his lips can faintly kiss her soft, round, ass cheeks, and the perfect little creases where her ass cheeks curve down to meet her long, slender, creamy- white legs. And surely he must enjoy using his 10-inch rod to press the silky ends of her long blonde hair deep into the crease of her butt. As Jane stood beside her hotel bed, studied the photo, and let her imagination fill with such images, she was in too much of a hurry to bother stripping off her good clothing. Still standing, Jane simply lifted her skirt, pulled the waistband of her panties down to just below her pussy, and jammed her middle finger deep inside of her. Sighing with her increasing lust, Jane let her middle finger slide in and out of her dampness at a furiously-rapid pace. She shut her eyes, and imagined that her busy middle finger was really her Brad's long, talented tongue rapidly licking against her swollen clit. Letting out an ear-piercing scream, Jane thrust her hips forward and let herself flow all over her own invading finger. As her juices trickled down both of her dark, Latin-American thighs, she felt a little more of Brad's day-old love injection escape down her thighs as well. She had let some of his juice escape twice this evening. At this rate, even with him having pumped two full loads into her steaming pussy the previous night, Jane was not sure that any of his spunk would be left inside of her by the time she returned to her Brad's warm, loving arms after just three days in Vienna.

As their mixed love juices streamed down Jane's inner thighs, she suddenly felt faint from all of her excitement. Jane let the snapshot of W and Wendy fall out of her hand and onto the carpeted floor of her hotel room. She let herself collapse face-down on the bed, with her skirt still raised and her panties still halfway down her slender, dark legs. As Jane collapsed, she wondered to herself which person in the snapshot had made her more excited, W with his well-muscled chest and fully-extended ten-inch cock, or Wendy with the perfect curves of her 40-inch breasts and her ass cheeks. Jane was too drained from the evening's two orgasms to care, and she clutched her pillow in her arms, falling asleep pretending that the pillow Jane was clutching so tightly was really her husband, Brad.

When Jane Bond awakened in her Vienna hotel room the next morning, she saw that her radio receiver lights indicated that whoever had been in Suite 69 last night, had left again. It was now safe to retrieve the tape from the video camera that she had hidden in W and Wendy's suite.

Jane donned her sexy, slinky black "cat burglar" jump suit again, and again with no underwear. Jane then re-entered Suite 69. She quickly removed the miniature video tape from the video camera that she had hidden on a bookshelf. Jane unzipped the front of her jump-suit, letting her soft, firm 36-C breasts pop out, and slipped the micro-tape into her cleavage. She clutched both of her breasts in her palms, pressing them upward and together, and carefully tucked them back into her tight jump-suit, zipping it back up again. Now she slipped a fresh blank mini-tape into the hidden video camera, and returned to her room with her surveillance tape safely tucked between her warm breasts. Jane's purpose in planting a video camera had been to record any secret information that W might reveal about his weapons dealings, but as she slipped off her shoes to get comfortable in her hotel room, Jane secretly hoped that she had also recorded some of the vigorous athletic activity that W and Wendy reputedly enjoyed in their suite. Had W and Wendy really spent an entire year in that suite, making passionate love to each other, as one of Jane's fellow British spies had told her? Would the tape show Jane any of that passion, after W and Wendy had been married for 11 years?

Jane reached into her suitcase and took out the special adapter that MI-6 had provided to her, the one that let her view these mini-video tapes in a standard VCR. She stood in front of a mirror, watching herself as she unzipped the front of her form-fitting jump-suit. When her bouncy, 36-C breasts were once more fully-exposed, she cupped them in her hands, letting her palms massage her breasts while her fingers pulled at her hardening nipples. When her nipples were fully extended, she pushed her breasts away from each other, and she retrieved the mini-video tape that she had hidden in her cleavage. Jane placed the tape in the adapter, and then slipped it into the hotel room's VCR.

Pushing the PLAY button, Jane stretched out on her bed, propping her head on her pillow, stretching her dark, shapely legs (hidden by her jump-suit) in front of her, and crossing her legs at her ankles, lazily wiggling the toes of her bare feet. She left her zipper open to her waist and her breasts exposed, so she could resume playing with them if (as she hoped) the tape contained some sexy action, as well as the talk about selling weapons to terrorists that Jane was SUPPOSED to record.

As the tape began, Jane recognized the elusive arms merchant who calls himself W, standing beside the bed in Suite 69. He turned down the bed sheet, and arranged the pillows, as if preparing for bed. He slipped off his shoes and socks. But where was his wife, Wendy?

W continued to stand beside the bed, not completing the task of undressing for bed, and from time to time nervously glancing at his watch, seeming to be impatient at the amount of time elapsing as he just stood over his bed. Jane could understand his impatience. The tape seemed interminable and boring, as the minutes ticked by without W saying or doing anything. Jane had secretly hoped, when she saw W take off his shoes and socks, that the tape would continue to show him undressing, revealing the rippling muscles of his chest, his flat, washboard stomach, and finally the best feature of all, his throbbing 10-inch cock. Jane now feared that the mini-tape would run to the end before anything interesting happened.

Finally, a woman emerged from the bathroom, and approached the bed. She had short, wavy, fiery-red hair, and looked to be about 10 years younger than Wendy Warmcox. She had on a tight, black-leather skirt that reached not quite halfway down her thighs, exposing about a mile of black-stockinged show-girl legs and stiletto-heeled, open-toed dressy black leather strap-on shoes. She had paired this skirt with a Victorian-style lacy, heavily-ruffled white silk blouse, buttoned up to her neck, with a black choker around her neck and a cameo pin at the front.

As this unfamiliar woman approached W, she stopped, and stood facing him. They instantly threw their arms around each other, and kissed passionately, their lips pressed tightly against each other. The woman was first to part her lips slightly, but W opened his mouth a split second later, and soon, both had snaked their tongues down each other's throat as their passionate kisses continued. After a few minutes, they backed arms length away from each other. The woman slowly began unbuttoning W's shirt, as W unpinned her cameo and removed her black choker band from around her neck. As the woman pulled his shirt-tails out of W's trousers and pulled his shirt open, he began unbuttoning the front buttons of her old-fashioned ruffled blouse. She leaned in close to him again, and began kissing his muscular chest, rubbing her palms up and down his exposed skin, and gently nibbling on his nipples. By this time, W had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and he slid the sleeves off of her arms. Her blouse softly landed on the carpeted floor of the hotel suite, revealing a sheer, lacy black bra underneath, and a firm young stomach. Now only her short black leather skirt hid this woman's charms from W's sight and touch.




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As Jane watched W's passion build with this woman, who was obviously not his wife, Jane's own excitement began to grow. She was glad now that she had not zipped her tight jump-suit back up again, and was free to let her fingertips and palms explore every inch of her own 36-C knockers.

Jane especially enjoyed running her fingertips along the bottom curve of each breast, as Brad so often did with his fingers and tongue.

Meanwhile, on the tape, W reached his arms around the woman, and slid them down her back until he was cupping her ass cheeks through her leather skirt. He moved his hands back up slightly, until his fingers found the zipper at the back of her skirt. He slowly slid the zipper down, and wrestled her skirt over her sheer black stockings, down her long, shapely legs. When the skirt fell to her ankles, she stepped her high-heeled black shoes out of the skirt, not pausing the entire time from her kisses and nibbles on his chest. This woman on the tape stepped back now, to let W admire her form in black lace bra, matching black panties, black garter belt, sheer black stockings, and tiny pieces of black leather that barely covered enough of her feet to qualify as shoes. The woman's chest was smaller than Wendy Warmcox's 40 inches, but younger and firmer. Her chest curved into a slender waist, then back out to her long, strong legs.

Jane could tell that W liked what he saw, for she could see the fabric at the front of his trousers start to stretch out tightly, and a long ridge form just under his zipper. The woman on the tape evidently noticed this, too, as she knelt before him on her knees, slowly unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down to his ankles. W stood there, powerless to resist, not even bothering to step out of his trousers, as she began licking up and down his now fully-exposed, madly-throbbing ten inches. After three or four times licking all the way up and down his massive cock, the woman opened her lips and slid her mouth down his entire shaft, not gagging once as she took this massive slab of man-meat all the way down her throat. Jane Bond could take her Brad's eight inch length and three-inch girth down her throat easily, but she wondered how this woman accommodated the extra length and thickness that W possessed.

Jane was too excited now to wonder for long, as she busied herself with unzipping her jump-suit the rest of the way down, and trying to see how many fingers she could simultaneously ram in and out of her wide-open pussy lips, and against her thoroughly-soaked inner walls.

Jane stared, mesmerized, as W rocked his hips backward and forward, exposing his entire ten-inch shaft each time, just before he would forcefully ram his way all the way back down the kneeling woman's throat. Jane thought back to the tape that she and Brad had watched the night before she left for Vienna, showing porn starlet Janette Littledove lying under her man, Buck Adams, and eagerly taking her real-life husband's cock in and out of her 19-year-old throat, as Jane and Brad had matched that tape's action, move for move.

On the tape that Jane was watching now, W thrust his hips powerfully forward one last time, blasting his come out of his ten-inch shaft, deep into the red-haired woman's throat. The woman swallowed hard, gulping down jet after jet of his thick, hot cream, still managing not to gag, but not gulping quickly enough to keep W's sloppy goo from trickling out the corners of her mouth. That did it for Jane, and she jammed three fingers deep inside of herself, letting out a loud "Unngggh!" as her fingers got soaked in her own juice, and a small amount of the juice that Brad had left there two days earlier. It wasn't even noon of Jane's second day in Vienna, and she had already coaxed three orgasms out of herself, in her chronic state of horniness. Yet, a plentiful supply of Brad's love juice still sloshed around, trapped deep inside of her pussy, not all having oozed out of her just yet, even after her three self-induced orgasms. If she was careful about how often she played with herself and fantasized about her Brad, arms- merchant W, and his wife Wendy, Jane just might be able to keep enough Brad Juice left inside of her pussy, to last her the remaining day and a half before Brad could fill her up with an injection of his creamy love juice again.

On the tape, W now tried to walk to his bed, to make love to the mysterious naked red-head. But W forgot that he had his trousers pulled down to his ankles, and as he took his first step toward the bed, he fell forward, flat on his face. Jane cringed, and hoped for Wendy Warmcox's sake (and perhaps secretly for her own sake as well) that landing so hard on top of his ten-inch shaft had in no way damaged his beautiful male equipment.

The red-head rolled W over onto his back. Standing over him, she pulled her panties down her endless stocking- encased legs, stepped her stiletto heels out of the panties, spread her legs wide, and slowly sat down on top of his cock. Jane smiled at the realization that the fall had not damaged W's incredible organ, as inch after throbbing inch disappeared up the red-haired woman's hungry snatch. With her long legs straddling both sides of W's waist, the woman began eagerly sliding up and down W's long, thick pole, her breathing becoming louder, more rapid, and more irregular with each squat down onto his amazing rod. Each time she raised herself up, her pussy lips got stretched out away from her, as if reluctant to let any part of his cock retreat from her innermost recesses. Each time, her up and down squats grew more frequent, as if to ensure a shorter duration when his cock wouldn't be jammed all the way inside of her. Finally, on one of her down-strokes over his shaft, she let out an ear- piercing scream, and when she pulled herself up again, gallons of liquid streamed out of her tightly-stretched pussy lips, running down the length of his shaft and pooling up in thick globs on his thighs.

Watching W's globs of come, and female juices, streaming down the redhead's thighs, Jane wished that she was in the redhead's place, with W's cock, Brad's cock, hell, ANY cock, shoved deep inside of her and erupting hot love juice into her. Jane now lay face down on her bed, parted her ass cheeks, and let her hand slip between her cheeks and inch up to rub her pussy lips from behind. When her finger touched her still-swollen clit again, she instantly came once more, puddling her own goo all over the clean bed sheets. She was no longer watching the tape, and did not resume watching until the tape was almost finished, and she heard the obviously-exhausted but deeply-satisfied W croak to the redhead, "OK, you win. I WILL sell you those AK-47s at half price. Be back here with the money at 7:00 tonight." The woman left W panting and motionless on the floor, stood up, and put her white silk blouse and black leather skirt back on. She tossed her black lace panties to W, still naked on his back on the hotel room floor. "Here," she said, "keep these as a souvenir, so you don't forget me."

As the red-head left the room, W called out after her, "As if I could ever forget YOU!" Having just brought herself to a powerful orgasm watching the red-head's videotaped performance, Jane had to agree that the woman was pretty unforgettable.

Jane smiled to herself, not only with the contentment of feeling her fresh juices all over her pussy fur and sleek thighs, but also for discovering that W would be concluding another weapons sale right next to her own room, that very evening. Jane had less than 8 hours to stop this arms sale.

Jane was smiling for another reason, too. If she could somehow win the friendship and trust of Wendy Warmcox in the next few hours, and convince her to watch this tape, Wendy would certainly want to help Jane. Certainly, like any woman, Wendy would welcome any scheme that would get even with her cheating husband.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 06



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

Finally having had enough of dressing and acting sexy for a while, Jane Bond decided to dress more conservatively and head downstairs for lunch at Rick's Cafe Americain Hotel in Vienna. She pinned her wavy, shoulder-length brown-black hair up in a severe "school-marm" bun, and donned her nerdiest red-framed "Sally Jessy Raphael" style glasses. She wore the same conservative navy-blue jacket and knee- length navy skirt that she had worn in M's office, her first day as a British MI-6 spy. But this time, Jane Bond actually went to the trouble to wear a bra and panties under this outfit.

As Jane ate her lunch in the hotel dining room, she spotted Wendy Warmcox at the next table. Wendy was dressed in a half-length T-shirt that was provocatively cut off just below her jutting 40-inch breasts, showing off her slender stomach. She obviously wore no bra, for Jane could not only see Wendy's hard nipples pressing tightly against the soft cotton of her shirt, but also the entire bottom curves of both of Wendy's breasts. Wendy also had on a very short pair of blue-jean shorts, unzipped almost to the hair line above her pussy, and both flaps folded back to show off her navel and several inches of skin below that.

It was a hot day, and Wendy was obviously dressed this way to stay cool, and probably also to get every man in the place as hot and bothered as possible. Wendy looked sweaty, and sounded slightly out of breath, as if she had just been jogging or lifting weights. Jane thought for a moment that perhaps Wendy had just completed a different form of exercise, involving her husband, W. But then Jane remembered the video tape she had just watched, showing W cheating with the redhead who wanted to buy Russian AK-47 rifles. Now Jane doubted that W was the reason for Wendy's Current breathless, sweaty condition.

This time, when Jane finished eating, she did not immediately go to her room and leave Wendy behind, as she had during the previous night's dinner. Instead, Jane waited for Wendy to leave, and followed a few paces behind Wendy. Jane couldn't help but notice the tight bottom creases of Wendy's ass, fully exposed just below the cut- off line of her Daisy Dukes. Jane admired the sexy sway of Wendy's hips as she walked.

What a fool W must be, Jane thought, to cheat on a wife with such a luscious body and, if the stories about her were true, such a voracious sexual appetite and such a willingness (nay, eagerness), to bring her man pleasure. Taking down an arrogant, womanizing man such as W, who seemed to be cut from pretty-much the same cloth as Jane's own legendary father, James Bond 007, would be a pure joy to Jane. And, Jane hoped, to Wendy as well (if Jane could persuade Wendy to help bring her own husband to justice).

As Wendy stepped into the elevator, Jane, a few paces behind, called out, "Could you hold the lift door for me, please?" Wendy pressed the "Door Open" button and waited for Jane to join her in the elevator, before pushing the "6" button for her floor.

"Oh," Jane asked, acting surprised, "are you on the sixth floor, too?"

"Yes, Suite 69."

"Sweet 69?" Jane joked, closing her eyes and recalling her own recent 69 with her husband, Brad. "Yes, I do love getting into a sweet 69 with my lover!" she whispering in a husky swoon.

Wendy didn't know if the severe-looking woman was hard of hearing, or was making a joke, and decided that her best move was not to reply to Jane's comment.

After several interminably-long moments of silence, Jane realized that she would need to try a new tactic if she was to start a conversation with Wendy Warmcox, and make her an ally in defeating her husband W.

"I say," Jane began. "I couldn't help notice what a stunning woman you are, and how terrific that skimpy little outfit looks on you." This was only PARTLY an act on Jane's part, as she could feel her own crotch dampening while gazing at Wendy's curvaceous figure.

"Oh, no," Wendy thought, "the woman's a Lesbian, trying to pick me up. First she talks about sex with her lover, without saying if that's a man or a woman. Then she compliments how I look and how my outfit looks on me. I mean, look at her, that strict school-marm outfit, her hair pinned up, and those nerdy red glasses, like Elton John. Her whole appearance practically shrieks GAY!"

Wendy watched, fascinated but slightly repulsed, as Jane reached inside her blazer jacket, her hand feeling around for something--perhaps, Jane thought, for her own nipple. So Wendy was somewhat relieved when Jane pulled a billfold wallet out of her jacket's inner pocket, and started rummaging through it.

Then a new thought hit Wendy. "What if she is looking for money to pay me to sleep with her?"

Wendy tried to look Jane over from head to toe, without Jane noticing her, for fear that Jane might take this as a sign of interest. Wendy thought that Jane looked slender and shapely enough, and maybe if she dressed a little less conservatively, wore a short skirt, unbuttoned a few of her blazer buttons, let her hair down, and lost those awful glasses, she might have the potential to be somewhat pretty. Maybe not a glamorous model, but not exactly repulsive, either. Wendy thought that with a new look, Jane might be more successful attracting men, or women if she went that way as Wendy suspected. With a new look, this stranger might not have to corner strange women in elevators and offer them money to sleep with her. Wendy's imagination was really running away with her by now.

Jane Bond continued rummaging through her wallet. MI-6, the British spy agency, had provided Jane with all sorts of phony business cards, for just about any imaginable profession, so she was certain that she could find one that would give her an identity to break the ice with Wendy Warmcox, gain her trust, and enlist her help in stopping W from selling any more weapons to terrorists.

Finally, Jane found the perfect card. "Samantha Paddington- Smythe, free-lance photography."

Handing the card to Wendy, and thinking fast on her feet, Jane said, "I'm Samantha Paddington-Smythe. I'm here in Vienna to do some photography for one of my clients, a popular men's magazine. I couldn't help but notice you at lunch. You have just the look our male readers appreciate. I wonder if you would be willing to pose nude for us?"

Wendy hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was just a front for getting her into bed. She studied the proffered business card. With raised letters and multiple ink colors, the card looked expensive to print. Too professional- looking of a card to be a fraud that this woman created just to pick up women. Besides, who would make up a name like Samantha Paddington-Smythe, and think that such a name would attract one-night stands, male or female, to her bed. Let alone attracting any long-term, committed relationships. No, Wendy figured, this Samantha Paddington- Smythe must be on the level. For the first time, Wendy relaxed in Jane's presence.

"Do you really think I look good enough to be in a men's magazine?" Wendy asked.

Jane knew that she was starting to gain Wendy's trust, and moved in for the kill. "If it weren't against my ethics to sleep with our models, I'd push the stop button, and take you right here and now in this elevator, that's how I think you look attractive--hell, I might as well say it straight out--how HOT and SEXY you are." Jane wondered to herself why she, a healthy heterosexual woman with a stud at home who satisfied her so completely, was getting turned on at the thought of a Lesbian relationship with her elevator companion.

"Gee, I'm glad SOMEBODY thinks I look sexy."

"Trouble in paradise?" Jane asked, thinking about the MI-6 Polaroid snapshot of Wendy and her husband naked in Suite 69, and recalling her own video of W cheating on Wendy with a red-headed weapons client. It took every ounce of the spy's willpower now not to slip her hand down to her own aching crotch, at these memories.

"My husband is too busy with his career to have time for sex," Wendy replied. "When we first got married 11 years ago, we locked ourselves in our hotel room for a whole year of lovemaking. He's hardly touched me since. The last time I even bothered trying to get him interested in me was about two months ago. I even took Polaroids of the whole damned seduction scene. But even though I could and did still make him awfully damned hard that day, and my face still lit up when I saw how hard I was getting him, he just couldn't and wouldn't satisfy me. I've had to content myself with gazing at the photos and satisfying myself ever since. Except I misplaced my favorite photo of the bunch, the one that showed me smiling while standing naked over his 10 inches, which were pointing straight up."

Jane smiled to herself, knowing that thanks to Moneypenny, she possessed the photo that Wendy couldn't find. Jane grinned at Wendy when she realized that the two ladies now had something in common: both had made themselves come while looking at photos of Wendy's failed attempt to seduce W.

Jane fought to suppress a laugh as she thought about W being too busy for sex. W hadn't looked too busy for sex with a stranger on last night's video tape. And if the stories were true, W hadn't been too busy ten years ago, to fuck Wendy round the clock, every day and night for an entire year. But Jane couldn't risk tipping her hand about how much she already knew about W and Wendy, and instead nonchalantly asked, "So you'll do it? You'll pose for me?"

"When do we start?" Wendy replied enthusiastically.

"No time like the present, I always say. My equipment is up in my room. Room 67. Give me about half an hour to set up my lights and cameras, and I imagine you'll want time to freshen up and change into your slinkiest lingerie for the photo-shoot. Why don't you just drop in whenever you're ready?"

"Room 67? That's right next door to mine. I'm in 69."

"I know," Jane let slip, recalling how she had slunk around Suite 69 in her sexy cat-burglar suit.

"How did you know what room I'm in?" Wendy asked suspiciously.

Jane feared that she'd blown her cover, but quickly recovered. "You told me when we first got on the elevator. Don't you remember, I made a joke about how I like a Sweet 69?"

"Oh yeah. I thought that was a pick-up line."

"It was. But I would never really have gone through with it. I mean, you are VERY attractive, just looking at you makes me HORNY as hell. I'd like nothing better right now than to eat you out, and to let you lick my wet pussy. But I am always a professional with my models. I already told you, I DON'T sleep with my models." Besides, Jane thought to herself, as sexy as Wendy looks, Jane Bond would never cheat on her husband, Brad. Or would she? Jane's mind was telling her no, but her eager, dampening pussy had other plans. Was it just Jane getting into the role of Samantha, or was this growing lust for Wendy genuine?

"I DON'T sleep with my models," Jane repeated, more to convince herself than to convince Wendy.

"OK. I'll meet you in room 67 in 30 minutes," Wendy replied. Although she had no Lesbian inclinations, Wendy took Samantha Paddington-Smythe's mild rejection of her sexy self as somewhat of a challenge, to change this photographer's mind about sleeping with her.

The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor, and Jane and Wendy headed to their separate rooms. "Don't be late," Jane called out as Wendy unlocked the door of her hotel room.

In Room 67, Jane placed a frantic call to Miss Moneypenny back at MI-6 headquarters in London. "I know you already stuck your neck out for me once, approving a trip without M's knowledge, but I need your help again."

"Who is this?" Moneypenny demanded sternly.

"Oh, sorry," Jane replied contritely. "Bond. Jane Bond. You know, my father was James. James Bond."

"Jammmes Bonnnd!" Moneypenny half-sighed, half-cooed.

"Are you there, Miss Moneypenny?"

"Yes, I'm here. Sorry. The name James Bond always has -- James Bond always has --has -- OOOOOHHH!"

"Has what?"

"Sorry again. That man's name just has the strangest effect on me. It makes me sigh and get all dreamy, and all tingly deep down inside, if you know what I mean."

After two years of marriage, Jane very well knew exactly the kind of tingly feeling to which Moneypenny referred. Just Brad's touch, or the sound of Brad's deep baritone voice, made Jane all wet and tingly between her legs. But she never knew that just hearing a name could have this same effect. "What, the name James Bond has that effect on you?" Jane asked in wonder.

"Jammmes Bonnnd!" Moneypenny sighed again. By now, Moneypenny was panting heavily, and repeatedly crying out "UNNNNGHHH!" in a sweet, seductive Soprano voice.

Jane realized that she had to stop saying her father's name if she was ever to get Moneypenny to calm and and start helping now. "OK, well this is JANE. And I need your help."

Moneypenny snapped out of her swoon and removed her exploring fingers from under her tight skirt. "How can I help?"

"I need some professional-looking cameras. A couple of Nikkons, and some extra lenses. Some studio lights. Some backdrops. A couple of those white umbrella things that photographers use to aim the light. I have 30 minutes to make my hotel room look like a professional photographer's studio."

"Oh, is that all?" Moneypenny yawned with the boredom of the request. "I thought you were going to ask me for something HARD to do!"

"Sarcasm doesn't become you, Miss Moneypenny."

"What sarcasm? A resident of your hotel has a cover as a photographer. He's really on our payroll. He can have his equipment set up in your room in a few minutes, and still have time left over to train you how to use everything, then make himself scarce. OK?"

"Thanks, Moneypenny. Dad told me once that I could always count on you. I couldn't count on HIM, but I could count on you."

"Yes," Moneypenny thought as she hung up, "women couldn't count on James Bond at all." How often had she herself tried, without success, to get James to slip his ring on her finger. Or even tried, again without success, to corner 007 into a closet and get him to slip her something else of his, other than a ring. Over 2,000 women had found James Bond an irresistible lover, and all Moneypenny had wanted was to experience for herself what all the fuss was about. Well, maybe she wanted to be MORE than just another notch on his belt. She knew that she would not have been Bond's first lover, but even now she was convinced that she was a remarkable enough, skilled enough lover that she would have been his last--after her, Bond would not have found any other woman quite measuring up! Maybe Bond knew that, and that is why he had never given in to Moneypenny's many seduction attempts. Anyway, here she was, still MISS Moneypenny, not Mrs. James Bond. Moneypenny was glad, at least, that she could be there to help James Bond's daughter, Jane, and in that small way be part of something that had to do with the life of her unrequited love.

After precisely a half an hour, not a second late, Wendy Warmcox knocked on Jane Bond's -- or rather, Samantha Paddington-Smythe's -- hotel room door. Wendy was dressed in a long, beige trench-coat. Jane was still in her conservative navy-blue business suit, nerdy red glasses, and pinned-up hair. Wendy quietly pushed the door closed behind her, and locked it. Without the slightest nervousness or shyness, Wendy quickly removed her coat and tossed it over the back of a chair.

"Wow!" was all that Jane could say. Before her stood this tall, blonde goddess, dressed in a sheer, silky black teddy that barely reached below her pussy, leaving her sleek, creamy-white thighs and long, slender legs completely exposed. Her small, bare feet looked soft and smooth, and her dark-red toenails were among the sexiest that Jane had ever seen on any woman. Her 40-inch chest and jutting nipples were completely visible through the thin, delicate fabric of her teddy. Her golden-blonde hair cascaded all the way down her back, to caress the perfect globes of her shapely ass cheeks. Jane thought that Wendy was a dyed blonde, until Jane noticed Wendy's blonde eyebrows and soft blonde peach-fuzz on her arms. Jane wondered to herself whether Wendy was naturally blonde in other areas of her anatomy as well. As Wendy walked into the room, she took small, catlike steps, crossing her legs sexily in front of each other as she slowly stepped forward, her hips swaying invitingly.

Getting into the role of Samantha Paddington-Smythe now, Jane commented "You look absolutely stunning. I don't know what will turn our readers on more, seeing you in or out of that teddy. I wish I was making a video, not still photos, so my audience could see the sexy way you walk. They would want to devour you right here on the carpet!"

"And what about you? Do YOU want to devour me right her on the carpet?"

"I told you, I don't touch my models."

"Not ever?"

"No, never."

"We'll just see about that," Wendy thought to herself as she continued slinking catlike, slowly and seductively, toward the bed, where the studio lights and three 35 millimeter cameras were all aimed.

"How do you want me posed?" Wendy asked, draping herself sexily on her left side on the bed, propping her head on her arm, supported by her elbow on the mattress.

"That's a good start," Jane Bond replied, snapping the remote shutter that controlled all three cameras. "Now, slowly open your teddy."

"Thank goodness for speed shutters," Jane thought to herself, as she clicked the shutter in rapid succession, not missing a single moment on film of Wendy stripping. Jane would now be able to pick the best and sexiest moments of Wendy's stripping, to publish in the magazine. If only there really was a magazine to publish this in. As she continued to snap the shutter on Wendy's strip-tease action, Jane suddenly realized that she would have to get Moneypenny to have some sleazy men's magazine actually publish these photos, if Jane Bond was not to blow her cover as Samantha Paddington-Smythe.

With Wendy now completely naked on the bed, Jane moved her lights and trio of cameras in closer. Wendy lay flat on her back, her head propped up on two thick, fluffy pillows. As Jane resumed the rapid succession of shutter clicks, Wendy began squirming her hips from side to side, and cupping her enormous breasts in both hands. Wendy surprised Jane by sitting up, pushing her enormous breasts up into her face, and licking her own nipples. Jane stood watching, fascinated, then realized that she had been too absorbed in the action to remember to keep clicking the remote shutter. The line between the pretend lust of her character Samantha, and Jane's genuine horniness for Wendy, was starting to blur.

When Jane regained her composure and resumed the photography, Wendy now began rubbing a finger along the outside of her pussy lips. The rubbing soon had Wendy's pussy lips opening up all by themselves. Wendy took that as a sign that it was time to slip a finger inside of herself. Jane quickly changed rolls of film in the camera, and began the rapid-fire clicks on the remote shutter again, not wishing to miss recording a single frame of the erotic action unfolding before her eyes.

Wendy began bucking her hips up and down, her pussy arching up into the air, and then her curvy ass cheeks gently settling down onto the sheets again. All the while, Wendy didn't miss a beat in rapidly sliding her finger in and out of her wide-open pussy, and Jane didn't miss a beat recording it all on film. When Wendy began to moan, it was too much for Jane, who lifted her own skirt and slipped a finger inside her own dampening panties. Once again, Jane was too distracted to continue with the photography.

Suddenly, Wendy let out a loud moan, riveting Jane's attention on her model once more. Wendy began squirming, thrashing, and bucking quite vigorously now. Jane quickly grabbed the remote button to the shutter again, and began clicking furiously, just in time for all three cameras to record a torrent of pussy juice oozing out past Wendy's wide-open lips, and out onto her light, curly wisps of naturally-blonde pussy hair and smooth, silky thighs. As Wendy's breathing returned to normal, Jane couldn't stop staring up Wendy's wide-spread legs and deep into the pink depths of Wendy's delectable femininity. The view between Wendy's come-splattered thighs and up Wendy's dripping pussy soon had Jane jamming her hand deep inside of her own panties again.




In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 06



Wendy stood up, and in her catlike way, walked toward Jane, seductively crossing one leg in front of the other as her naked form silently slinked toward Jane. Jane had heard men say how rare and prized a naturally-blonde pussy was, and Jane's excitement grew with the realization that just such a rare and prized bush was slowly advancing toward her.

When she stood facing Jane, Wendy said, "You know, Miss Paddington-Smythe--"

"Call me Samantha."

"Ok. You know, Samantha, you could be in one of these men's magazines, too, if you'd let yourself go."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you shed those inhibitions, and wore more revealing clothes, you would be quite sexy. I SAW how you started to get less inhibited and play with yourself during the photo-shoot."

Jane was glad at this point that Wendy didn't know about the sexy outfits that she wears for her Brad, or the uninhibited lust that she and Brad had almost constantly coaxed out of each other through nearly two years of marriage now. To protect her true identity as a British spy, Jane had to at all costs remain in character as Samantha Paddington-Smythe, nerdy, possibly Lesbian, photographer of nude women for trashy men's magazines.

"Really?" Jane asked, putting on her best acting voice of astonishment.

Wendy reached around behind Jane, and let out the pins holding Jane's hair up in a tight bun.

"First, you need to lose this school-marm hair bun," Wendy began. When all the pins were out, Jane instinctively shook her head to let her dark brown-black hair tumble into soft waves down to her shoulders.

"Mmmm, much better," Wendy purred, reaching her arms around Jane's waist and kissing Jane softly on the lips. Jane began to feel butterflies of desire in her stomach at being so close to this tall, stunning, shapely, sexy, naked blonde goddess of a woman, a feeling that only her husband had ever been able to give her before.

"And you need to unbutton a few buttons of that blazer," Wendy continued, slowly unbuttoning Jane's blazer, and kissing each new area of exposed flesh down Jane's torso. Wendy was not surprised, but was disappointed, to find a drab, pale-green sports bra under Jane's blazer.

"Don't you have any sexier bras than this, Samantha?" Wendy pouted.

Jane realized that Samantha now sounded too formal, after they had just passionately kissed. "Call me Sam," Jane said, as Wendy wrapped both arms around her and kissed her again. "Umm, make that Sammy."

"If you'll change into a sexier bra for me, I'll call you DARLING," Wendy replied, once more eagerly kissing Jane.

"You've got a deal." Jane walked over to her suitcase and took out her sheerest purple satin bra, the one with the white lace bows above both nipples, and the peekaboo cutouts that let her hard nipples jut out their full half- inch. She hurriedly slipped it on and returned to Wendy's side.

"Will this do, sweetie?" Jane coyly asked.

Wendy could not believe how stunning the previously-mousy Samantha looked now. Although she was a dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual slut all the way, and had devoured more cocks than she could EVER count, Wendy found something utterly irresistible about Samantha now. It was like a magnet was drawing Wendy to Sammy, and Wendy was as powerless to resist this Lesbian magnetism as a bar of iron is to resist a real magnet.

"Yes that's more like it, darling" Wendy replied, still standing behind Jane, removing Jane's blazer and sports bra, slipping the purple peekaboo Bra over Jane's shoulders, and hooking the bra clips at the back. Standing behind Jane, Wendy reached her arms around Jane's 36-C chest, cupping both breasts in her palms and flicking her fingers, slowly at first but then with gathering speed, through the peekaboo cutouts and across Jane's exposed nipples. From behind Jane, Wendy walked slowly forward, her bare pussy pressed against Jane's ass, pushing Jane into the bathroom to stand before the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"You need to wear shorter skirts, too," Wendy continued, hiking Jane's hemline more than halfway up her thighs.

"There," Wendy commented, "Doesn't that look better, honey?"

Jane gazed at the sexy Latina woman in the mirror. She knew that this was the real her, the purple satin peekaboo bra trimmed in white lace, the short skirt revealing the deep, dark complexion of her slender legs, the dark hair swirling softly down to her shoulders. This was the sexy Jane Bond with whom Brad, her husband and fellow British spy, had been madly in love and deeply in lust (and she with him) for over two years.

Gazing into the mirror, Jane could see the resemblance to her own mother, the striking South American beauty whom 007 had met and bedded, but never wedded, during a dangerous mission in Brazil (Jane was the very tangible result of that long-ago one-night stand). But Jane couldn't let on about any of this with Wendy Warmcox, wife of the terrorist arms merchant whom Jane was trying to bring to justice.

"Do you really think I look sexy enough to pose nude in a men's magazine?" Jane continued her coy act.

As if in response, Wendy reached around from behind Jane, reached under Jane's raised skirt, and slid a finger inside Jane's panties. Wendy began by pressing and rubbing against the hood that hid Jane's clit.

Once Wendy's fingers had coaxed Jane's clit out of hiding, Wendy continued her downward travel, casually slipping a finger into Jane's slit, and letting her finger massage all around Jane's inner walls, before letting her finger retreat from Jane's deepest depths to once more massage her clit.

Jane spun around and kissed Wendy fully and passionately on the lips, then pushed her tongue against Wendy's lips. Wendy understood the signal, parting her lips to let Jane's tongue slip past her teeth and dance around on the roof of her mouth, before Jane's tongue began a wrestling match with Wendy's own tongue, deep within Wendy's mouth.

Jane wrapped her arms around Wendy's waist, and now it was Jane's turn to walk and push Wendy along with her. Wendy placed her feet atop Jane's, acknowledging Jane's mastery of the moment now, letting Jane push her backward and guide her to wherever she wanted to go. They both knew where Jane wanted to take them: to the bed where Jane had earlier been photographing Wendy, ostensibly for a men's magazine.

Jane pushed Wendy flat on her back, face up on the bed. Standing over the bed, Jane slowly slid her skirt and panties down her short but slender, naturally-tan-looking legs. Wendy hungrily licked her lips as she watched Jane's slow strip-tease. When Jane towered over her, naked except for her peekaboo bra, Wendy couldn't resist sliding a finger back into her own pussy, which was still slick from her earlier orgasm during the photo-shoot. Watching Wendy play with herself, Jane couldn't resist slipping her own finger into her dampening slit as she hovered over the bed where Wendy lay so fetchingly.

"Do you still insist that you'll never sleep with one of your models?" Wendy purred seductively and triumphantly.

As Jane's probing fingers made her own inner walls ever slicker, she could only reply "I guess I'll have to make an exception in your case." With that, Wendy reached up with her free hand (the one not currently jammed deep into her moist and hungry pussy), and pulled Jane down onto the bed beside her. The tall, sexy, fair-skinned blonde and the short, equally-sexy, dark-complexioned brunette hugged each other on the bed, kissing passionately and slipping their eager tongues in a sensuous and sensual dance inside each other's mouth. But both ladies quickly realized that their tongues would do a whole lot more good somewhere other than in each other's mouth. Jane kneeled on her knees, spun halfway around on the bed, and stretched back out again, with her feet above Wendy's head, and Wendy's feet above her own. Jane's tongue licked slowly along Wendy's outer pussy lips, and Wendy reciprocated on Jane, returning lick for lick.

Jane's fingers now pried Wendy's pussy lips apart, and Jane's tongue slithered into Wendy's slit, licking the dew off of Wendy's slick inner walls, but at the same time, coaxing more juice to coat those walls. Jane couldn't resist running her fingers over and through the sparse little wisps of fine blonde hair, just above the opening that Jane's tongue was so skillfully teasing. "Mmmmm!" Wendy moaned, panting heavily and shaking from head to toe.

"You mean, your husband never does that to you any more?"

"What do you mean, any more? Even when we were passionate newlyweds, he never licked me THAT GOOD! And now, he pays so little attention to me, that if my pussy were to die, he wouldn't recognize it to identify the body!"

"I like licking my husband's eight inches of cock," Jane revealed, "I mean, I REALLY like licking long, thick, stiff cock. SSSOOOO good! But until now, I've never licked another woman's pussy before. It tastes delicious. And I love running my fingers through that soft blonde peach fuzz of yours."

"My husband's cock is 10 inches," Wendy replied. "At first, it felt great to have myself stuffed so full of his manhood, and still have enough left over to wrap my fist around the last three inches outside of my pussy lips. It felt great to feel him rubbing through my palm as he thrust gently but powerfully in and out of my pussy. But after a while, he stopped being so gentle, and he would thrust so hard, trying to jam that last three inches plus his balls inside of me, and it really started to hurt. I really started to secretly dread him thrusting into me, but I stayed a good wife and never let on how much it hurt. I had to content myself with swallowing his whole ten-inch shaft in a single gulp, sucking out his delicious cream and swallowing it all deep down my throat."

"Didn't he repay the favor?"

"At first, he sort of half-heartedly licked at my clit, but he never did it as well as you're doing right now. Since he didn't know how to make me moan and come with his tongue, and he didn't seem to hear when I tried to tell him how to eat me out, he eventually stopped trying. I have NEVER been licked THIS good before."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Jane smiled.

With that, Jane began a series of long, slow licks back and forth over Wendy's clit, causing Wendy's love button to grow longer and harder, and Wendy's moans to grow louder, with each lick. Jane slowly kissed from Wendy's right thigh, across her damp and pouty outer lips, to her left thigh, then back again. Wendy's clit now popped out fully from behind its hood, jealous of the loving treatment Jane was giving to her pussy lips and thighs, and eager to share in that experience.

"Mmmm, yeah, baby, just like that," Wendy cooed, then darted her tongue rapidly across Jane's own swollen clit. This caused Jane to buck her hips rapidly up into Wendy's face, down onto the mattress, then back up against Wendy's tongue. Wendy loved running her fingers through the tight curls in Jane's thick, lush carpet of brown-black pussy fur, a real contrast to Wendy's own sparse blonde wisps. Both ladies now began circling their tongues around each other's clit, and then darting quickly in and out of each other's slit after every third or fourth lick over the clit. Now both women were thrashing, gyrating their hips, bucking their pussies up into the air and back down again, and moaning loudly.

"Mmmm!" Wendy repeated. "My husband has NEVER licked me like that! Do you lick your husband that good?"

"Well, I try to. And judging by how many gallons of sweet, creamy come he's pumped down my throat through two years of marriage, I guess I must be doing a pretty good job."

"Well, if you do him even HALF as good as you're doing me, he is one very lucky man."

After this comment, Wendy circled her tongue all the way around Jane's clit about three more times, then curled up her tongue and drove it as deeply as she could inside of Jane's hungry, dripping, slicked-up little slit. Jane bucked her hips up into Wendy's face again, but this time she left her pussy pressed high against Wendy's face, and began to come.

Jane's juice just kept flowing onto Wendy's lips and tongue, and before Jane's own supply could completely dry up, she released the rest of Brad's deeply-entrapped cock juice from the innermost recesses of her cunt, deep down Wendy's throat. Jane knew that she would now have to suffer through a full final day in Vienna, with none of Brad's juices left to slosh around inside of her as she walked. It would be a whole day before Jane could again be in her Brad's arms and feel his gushing love juice fill her empty pussy back up again. But somehow, being in Wendy's arms, Jane didn't mind giving up the last of Brad's juices now.

Wendy immediately noticed the difference in taste when Brad's love juice began to pour out of Jane's juicy pussy. "Mmm, you taste just like my husband now."

"That's because my husband injected me with two mega-doses of his sperm two nights ago, and I've been very careful to keep it locked-up deep inside my pussy ever since. I've been walking all over Vienna the last two days with his warm spunk sloshing around all over my insides."

"Mmm! I guess you're the lucky one. Even after two days, his juice tastes terrific. And you get to taste a FRESH supply of him all the time?"

"Every night for two years! Yes, I guess I AM the lucky one in my marriage after all."

"You sure ARE. Now that I think about it, your husband's juice doesn't taste at all like my William's. My husband's spunk tastes salty and bitter, like stale almonds, not sweet like your man's."

"I still have more of my Brad's spunk trapped deep inside of me. Keep licking, and I'm sure I can pump some more of his sweet juice into your throat." Of course, Jane had ulterior motives. She was less interested in quenching Wendy's parched throat with her Brad's love juices, than she was in continuing to feel Wendy's long, warm, tongue as it lovingly licked and probed deep inside of her tight, hungry, slicked-up snatch.

Of course, Jane's tongue wasn't idle this whole time, either. Jane continued to lick the sweet nectar from inside of Wendy's walls. After about every fourth lick inside Wendy's depth, Jane's tongue would retreat, and she would resume swirling her tongue to coax that delicious come out from around Wendy's hot, hard, swollen little clit. As Jane satisfied Wendy's desire to suck more of Brad's two-day-old love juice out of Jane's pussy and down Wendy's throat, Wendy let loose another blast of her delicious clit nectar against Jane's tongue and the roof of Jane's mouth.

"Wow, and I thought my husband was a stud," Wendy gushed. "But your lovemaking was absolutely the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced. Your sweet pussy nectar, and your Brad's tasty love juice, are incredible. I've never made love with a woman before, but if this is what its like, I'm sold on it." Then softly whispering into Jane's ears, Wendy continued, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Jane was flattered. She had never had any Lesbian inclinations before, and she deeply loved her Brad, but she couldn't help honestly whispering back, "I think I love you, too, darling."

"I think I would do absolutely anything for you, honey," Wendy continued. "Especially if you'll let me fuck both you and your Brad at the same time. If his spunk tastes that good after being parked in your pussy for two days, I've just GOT to taste it as it spews out fresh from his cock and onto my tongue!"

Jane wasn't sure how she felt about sharing her Brad with another woman, even with the blonde goddess with whom she had just shared one of the most powerful sexual experiences of either woman's X-rated lives. But Jane was too exhausted and contented now to argue the point.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 07



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

Completely drained after hours of lovemaking, Wendy Warmcox (wife of terrorist arms merchant William Washington Walker, or W for short) and British MI-6 spy Jane Bond, fell into a half-sleep in each other's arms, punctuated by occasional kisses on each other's mouths, necks, and nipples. Jane realized that Wendy was as much under her spell, as she was under Wendy's. When Jane heard Wendy softly snoring beside her on the bed, Jane slowly, carefully, and quietly got out of the bed, and slipped the tape of Wendy's husband cheating with a redhead, into the VCR. Still naked, Jane crawled back into the bed, and gently nudged Wendy awake again.

"Huh?" Wendy grumbled sleepily. "Whazzamatter?" Then, turning and recognizing Samantha Paddington-Smythe, Wendy smiled and said "Oh, it's you, my pet." Wendy could still feel the pleasurable, fulfilled ache between her legs, and smiled at Jane as she realized who had given her that sore but ecstatic feeling.

"Sorry to wake you, darling, but your snoring was keeping me up." Jane, still playing the role of Samantha, replied.

Wendy then noticed that the television was on. A very shapely, sexy redhead seemed to be getting a great deal of pleasure from a large, strong, muscular man whose endless shaft was pumping her sweet, hungry pussy at a furious pace. Rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, Wendy sat bolt upright to watch the tape, fascinated by the action.

"I know that a lot of women brag about what a stud their husbands are," Wendy began. "But I'm not exaggerating. My William's cock is every bit as long and thick as this porn stud's is. If only he knew how to use it to properly fuck a hot pussy, like this guy does."

As Wendy continued to watch that long, hard cock sliding masterfully in and out of the redhead's wide-open pussy, Wendy began to sense a growing discomfort with the tape. "That stud's massive cock sure looks a LOT like my William's."

Just then, the "porn stud" on this tape turned around, to lick the redhead's pussy and let her suck his cock down her throat. In this position, the stud's face was gazing directly into the camera. Wendy let out an angry shriek. "That bastard! How could he? He never licks ME like that! How COULD he do that with another woman?"

Jane couldn't resist smiling.

"That COCK! I'll cut his dick OFF of him! That SCUM! I'll KILL him!"

"I have a better idea. Will you help me get even with him?" Jane asked.

After the magic that Jane's tongue had just worked on Wendy's pussy, Wendy was ready to agree to anything that involved spending more time with Jane. Getting even with her lying, cheating bastard of a husband would just be the icing on the cake to Wendy. As her suspicions and rage against her husband grew, Wendy suddenly directed those feelings at Jane as well.

"Say, wait a minute! Just where did YOU get that video of my bastard husband fucking some redhead bimbo, anyway?"

"I have my ways," Jane smiled mysteriously.

"You're not being any more honest with me than that lying scumbag of a husband of mine. Why, I'll bet your name isn't even Samantha!"

Jane decided to pull back just a little of her spy cover to regain Wendy's trust and calm her down. "No, as a matter of fact, my real name is Jane. But magazine publishers are real snobs. They would never hire a photographer named Jane. Samantha sounds more, well, exotic, and I get a lot more work since taking on this professional name. Besides, Samantha also sounds like I might have been a model myself not too many years ago, and models trust me more with a name like that."

"Hummph!"

"Hey, YOU trusted me when I told you I was Samantha! You thought that name was trustworthy!"

"It was your tongue, not your name, that won my trust." Wendy replied.

Then kissing, licking, and gently nibbling Jane's ear, "And your technique also won my LOVE and LUST, my darling. What do you want me to do?"

Jane was momentarily at a loss for words. For three days, she had focused on how she could win Wendy's trust and cooperation to bring terrorist weapons dealer W to justice. Now that she had achieved that goal, Jane was uncertain how best to use Wendy's help. Jane began to think, "What is the one thing that terrorists fear most? Publicity and exposure. Once authorities know who you are, what you do, what you look like, and where you travel, it is hard to maintain the stealth required to be a successful arms merchant to the world's underground and terrorist markets. And what is the one thing every lying, cheating husband fears more than getting caught? That it will lead to divorce and payment of most of his income to his ex-wife for the rest of his life."

Jane hugged Wendy close. Both women were still completely naked, and began to get mildly aroused again as their breasts pressed against each other and their nipples brushed across each other. "I want you to divorce your husband. Sue the rotten bastard for every penny he has or ever will earn. Ruin him financially. Plaster the divorce notice all over the international press. Put him out of business for good. And when that's done, I want you to move in with my Brad and me so I can eat you out every night and every morning."

"Mmm! I'd like that" Wendy replied dreamily, leaning down and planting a wet, sloppy kiss right on Jane's still wide- open pussy.

"And if you're real good, I'll even let my Brad pump a few gallons of his sweet cream down your throat once in a while."

"Oooh, please, I'll be good Samantha--I mean, Jane or -- oh, whatever the hell your name is. I'll be good if it means I can taste Brad's sweet juice fresh from his cock. Let me suck on your man's cock--every day--PLEASE!"

"We'll see." Jane smiled. "And yes, my real name really is Jane." Jane realized that although she knew more about Wendy than perhaps even Wendy did, there had never been any formal introduction, so not wishing to completely blow her cover, Jane Bond asked "And what is your name?"

"Wendy Warmcox."

"Oh, come on!" Jane laughed, "I was honest with you, and told you that MY real name is Jane. We've just made love all night, the least you can do is tell me your REAL name!"

"All right. Wendy is my REAL first name. I don't know my last name. My parents abandoned me when I was an infant, and I had so many foster parents growing up that I never knew WHAT last name to use. My husband cooked up the last name I've used since I met him almost 15 years ago. I never changed it, even after we married 11 years ago."

"How do he happen to give you the name Warm Cocks? As if I need to ask!"

"Well, back in high-school, I was a cheerleader, I got kicked off of the squad and asked to leave the school when they found me under the bleachers at half-time, fucking the entire team. I have always been a very horny little sexpot, as you yourself experienced earlier this evening, just letting my lust control me ALL the time, always needing to feel a hard cock pounding into me. But that day, I just couldn't get enough cocks. Well, one of those football players had this amazing ten-inch cock that I just couldn't get enough of. That day, I took him in my pussy, up my ass, down my throat, between my jugs, anywhere and everywhere where I could experience his amazing shaft. He had made up a name for himself, William Washington Walker, and he thought it was cool that my first initial was also W, for Wendy. But I had no middle or last name, and he was always trying to come up with names that started with W for my middle and last names."

"Your middle name also starts with W?"

"Yes. Well, one day, not too long after the half-time incident, William and I were talking about our favorite things. I said all I wanted him to do was keep giving me my two favorite things every day: warm come and hard cock. So he said my name should be Wendy Welcomes Warmcox. At first, I thought it was kind of silly, but then I realized that it was no sillier than my real mother's name, and it kind-of started to grow on me. So even before we got married, I had my name legally changed to Wendy Welcomes Warmcox, and I've used it ever since. By now I really like it, the name really fits me. And my William and I used to chuckle over the private joke of my name, thinking back to how many warm cocks I DID welcome that day under the bleachers. Until today, I have ALWAYS welcomed warm cocks, anytime, anywhere. I just can't get ENOUGH of hard cocks pounding me, especially if they are attached to a man whose fingers and tongue take the time to get me all worked up FIRST. Now I guess I welcome wet pussies, too. Or at least, I will always welcome YOUR wet pussy!"

Jane smiled at the compliment, and passionately kissed Wendy hard on her lips, then trailed kisses down Wendy's naked torso, until Jane was kissing Wendy's OTHER set of lips.

"You said your name was no sillier than your mother's. I thought you said you never knew your mother?"

"I didn't. But years later, I found out who my real parents were. My mother's name was Pussy Galore, if you can believe that! Her name used to embarrass me, until I decided to call myself Wendy Welcomes Warmcox, and now I think HER name is pretty cool. She was a blonde like me, too."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, I GUESS she was blonde. Honor Blackman played the role of my mother in the James Bond movie, Goldfinger. Blackman was blonde in the movie, so I assume my mother was."

"And your father?" "Was James Bond, of course. They met when James was fighting the REAL Aurik Goldfinger, just like in the movie. The mere sight of that debonair British spy must have gotten my mother's pussy awfully horny, because just like the Pussy Galore character in the movie, my mother immediately and literally took a roll in the hay with Bond. Nine months later, I popped out, but of course, by then Bond had moved on to other spying adventures and other women. My mother lacked the finances to raise me all by herself, and abandoned me when I was an infant. I only remember a whole series of orphanages and foster homes. I never knew whether to use my mother's last name, Galore, my father's--Bond--or any of the half-billion foster-parent names I took over the years. And I never KNEW what love was until I met and married my William."

Wendy's smile suddenly turned to tears and loud sobs. "And now I find that once more, I was deluding myself. That rat bastard never loved me! He loved his career selling guns more than he loved me. And now he betrayed me with that red- headed bimbo SLUT!" Wendy shrieked.

Jane hugged Wendy tight. "There, there. Brad and I will SHOW you what REAL love is. You WILL be loved from now on. Not to mention completely and thoroughly fucked several times a day," Jane grinned.

Wendy stopped sobbing, and between sniffles, she cooed, "Mmm! I'd LIKE that!" Then Wendy started to plan her strategy, shouting, "Damn right, you and I will sue that damn rat bastard! We'll get every penny he'll ever have. And we'll make such a stink in the press, he'll never be able to stop running and hiding from the law long enough to sell another gun to anyone on the planet ever again."

Jane smiled. She had not only accomplished her mission of permanently stopping W's arms sales to terrorists, but she had also picked up a second partner to help satisfy her insatiable appetite for sex, either in partnership with her Brad, or when Brad was too tired or too distracted to give Jane's hot, tight pussy the loving attention it so constantly craved.

"Tell me, my darling," Jane asked, absent-mindedly nibbling on Wendy's ear lobe, "Why did you stick with your William so long, if he wasn't satisfying you any more?"

"I guess I stayed out of loyalty for all that he had done for me. After I got kicked out of school for the half-time incident, he was the only one on the team who helped me finish my education. He and I were both so mad at how the world had treated us as kids, that it was a real rush to do something to fuck the world back. And he and I really did love each other once, it is hard to admit that this is over."

"Did you sell guns, too?"

"No, I could never be directly involved in something so violent. No, I invented a very subtle weapon, that seduces people into voluntarily wasting enormous amounts of time, lowering productivity at millions of jobs around the world, and taking husbands, wives, and children away from spending time with each other."

"Did you invent some new kind of drug?"

"In a sense. But you don't ingest it or inject it. It is colorless and odorless. It is perfectly legal, and big corporations and governments are making tons of money selling it, and the press is always trumpeting it as a GOOD thing!"

Jane was wracking her brain, trying to figure out what kind of terrible weapon or drug Wendy could have invented, that would have caused the kinds of destruction of businesses and families that Wendy described.

"And best of all, I gave my invention a name that used the same three initials as my husband and me: WWW."

"OK," Jane replied, "You've got me stumped. What is this terrible new weapon you invented, that wastes so many people's time, wrecks businesses, and splits up families?"

"Surely you've heard of WWW! World Wide Web! Surfing the net has become a world-wide obsession, and seduces people into wasting enormous amounts of time that they should be spending earning an income and raising a family. Then all of these browser companies came along, and they made my revenge on the world even sweeter than I had ever hoped. They played right into my hands. A query to any one of their search-engines usually returns about 5,000 items that have absolutely nothing to do with the subject that the inquirer asked about, and everybody gets to waste even more time sorting through it all to find the information that they want. My WWW weapon is a lot subtler form of revenge on the world for fucking me over as a little girl, than my William's guns are, don't you think? Now that I'm older and more mature, I sometimes regret what I unleashed in my youthful arrogance and hostility. But by now, my weapon has taken on a life of its own, and I couldn't stop it or even control it, even if I tried to."

Later that evening, when Wendy Warmcox had returned to her room next to Jane Bond's, and Jane was alone in her own hotel room, Jane had time to sort out the jumble of feelings and emotions she had experienced earlier that evening, and was experiencing now. Would inviting the inventor of the dangerous WWW weapon into her life, make life hard for Jane? Or would eating-out Wendy twice a day be the only way that Jane could control and tame this subtle, scheming villain? Was Wendy really a villain any more, or was Wendy's expression of regret (for inventing WWW) as sincere as it sounded?

How was Jane going to explain to Brad that she had cheated on him, and with such a villain, even if she was a REFORMED villain? Did the fact that Jane cheated to get what her country needed, justify what she did? Was patriotism justification for cheating on her spouse? Was it really cheating on Brad at all, since she did it with another woman, not a man?

How would Jane feel if, on some future mission of his, her Brad (also a British spy) cheated on her with another woman--or with another MAN-- to gain information that his country's defenses required? How would Jane explain to her Brad that she had suddenly gone from hetero to bisexual? How would she convince Brad to let Wendy move in and be their shared lover?

Would Brad agree to satisfy BOTH women, whenever either or both of them craved him? Would he have enough stamina, even with his all of his repeatedly-demonstrated remarkable skill in handling his seven-inch love gun, to keep both women satisfied? Would Brad feel threatened if Wendy and Jane sometimes made love to each other, and didn't include him? Would Jane feel threatened if Brad and Wendy sometimes made love, without including her? Would Brad feel weird fucking his wife's sister, or would he find some of the same desirable qualities in Wendy that had attracted him to Jane?

And what about Jane's feelings for Wendy? Before she learned who Wendy's parents really were, Jane had started to fall a little bit in love with Wendy, and Wendy had professed her love for Jane. But now Jane knew, and Wendy still didn't know, that they were half-sisters. British Spy James Bond, 007, was father to both Wendy and Jane. The fact that Jane knew they were sisters, and Wendy didn't, might give Jane some leverage in keeping Wendy on her side, to bring W to justice. But didn't Wendy have a right to know that her new lover was also her sister?

"Oh, my GOD!" Jane suddenly shrieked at the realization, "I just fucked my own sister!" Then Jane clapped her hand tightly over her mouth, hoping that Wendy in the next room had not heard what Jane had just shrieked.

Jane grew madder. None of this moral dilemma would have happened if her womanizing father hadn't been so careless with where he put his cock all the time. How many more children had 007 fathered with all his conquests over the years, besides Wendy and Jane? How could Jane continue to hate and resent James Bond for fucking so many women, when she herself had just cheated on the husband she so passionately loved? Was this a case of like father, like daughter? Would Wendy Warmcox be just the first in a long string of Jane's conquests? If so, would Jane's future conquests in the line of duty for her country, wreck the wonderful, loving marriage that she enjoys with Brad? Would Jane future dalliances in defense of her country, if any, wreck the precious, budding relationship that she was just beginning to unfold with Wendy?

Jane had to push all of these thoughts, worries, concerns, and emotions aside for now. It was time for Jane to prepare a legal strategy to help little-sister Wendy sue W for divorce, and bring the weapons dealer to his knees. As far as all of Jane's emotional turmoil was concerned, right now it was time to live by Scarlett O'Hara's words: "Fiddle dee dee, I'll think about it tomorrow!" Right now, it was not time for inner reflection, but it was time to generate a media frenzy about Wendy's divorce, which Jane knew would stop the flow of guns from W, to the terrorists who used those weapons to kill Englishmen and Americans all over the world.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 08



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

British spy Jane Bond, agent 0069, had spent the entire afternoon in a Vienna hotel room, making love with blonde sexpot Wendy Welcomes Warmcox, wife of the terrorist gun merchant William Washington Walker, alias "W". Besides the hot sexual encounter, Wendy and Jane had also been very busy forming plans to get even with W for cheating on Wendy, and forming plans to create a permanent threesome consisting of Jane, her husband Brad, and her new friend Wendy. Jane had also been plotting how to shut down W's terrorist gun operation. On top of all that, she had also been sorting out how she felt about cheating on her husband Brad, making love with a woman for the first time, and how she would avoid becoming as promiscuous as her famous father, James Bond, agent 007.

With all of this on her mind, Jane had nearly forgotten that her mission was to squash the 7:00 arms deal between W and the mysterious redhead with whom W had cheated on his wife. In return for sexual favors, W had promised to sell the stunning redhead some Russian AK-47 rifles at half price. It was Jane's duty to stop that transaction. And she was going to use her new friend and lover, Wendy Warmcox, to stop the deal.

Jane's first step was to call Miss Moneypenny back at MI-6, British Intelligence headquarters in London. Moneypenny faxed Jane some official-looking papers that said Wendy W. Warmcox was filing for divorce from William W. Walker. Her next step was to call Wendy, and mysteriously ask her to be in W's room, Suite 69, at 7:15 that evening. If Jane knew W as well as she thought she did, he would just be wrapping up the arms sale about that time, and Wendy would be just in time to burst in on the redhead showing her gratitude to W.

Jane then dressed in her mousy disguise again, the nerdy red Sally Jessy Raphael glasses, the hair up in a school- marm bun, the conservative dark skirt and jacket.

Jane's plan began to click. At 7:10, Jane stealthily picked the lock to Suite 69, and left the door open just a crack. W and the redhead buyer were too busy swapping guns for cash, to notice Jane or the open door. Jane hid in a recess in the hallway wall, and waited for the fireworks to begin.

Sure enough, precisely at 7:15, Wendy Warmcox walked up to Suite 69. Noticing the door that Jane had left ajar, Wendy quietly pushed the door open without knocking, and silently slinked into the room. Cash and rifles were strewn about, and the redhead was on her knees, eagerly sucking and licking W's amazingly-hard 10-inch shaft. Just as Wendy was about to let out an angry shriek, Jane snuck up behind Wendy and clamped a hand over her mouth. Jane then whispered in Wendy's ear, "Do you trust me, darling?"

Wendy nodded her head Yes.

"Then say what I tell you to."

Wendy nodded again.

"Good. Say to your husband, `Hi, dear, what are you doing?'"

Wendy stepped up to W and repeated, "Hi, dear, what are you doing?"

W looked up, startled and shocked, his face turning crimson with embarrassment. "Hi, uh, honey, uh, I was just, umm-- say, what are YOU doing here?"

Jane cut in, handing the naked W another of the phony business cards that Moneypenny had supplied. This one said Allison McKnight, Attorney At Law. "I'm your wife's attorney. I'm here to serve you with these divorce papers." Jane pressed the faxed divorce documents into W's hand, letting her hand "accidentally" brush W's ramrod-straight 10 inches in the process. Jane was repulsed by W's line of work and by his having cheated on his wife, and she could not picture herself ever getting physical with such a slimy worm of a man. Nevertheless, Jane's curiosity simply couldn't resist just once feeling the phenomenal shaft that she had seen in photos and heard so many stories about. Jane was disappointed: W's skin was so rough, sweaty, and slimy, and covered with the redhead's saliva, not soft and smooth like the skin on her Brad's hard 8 inches. Having felt W's disgusting cock, Jane could now turn away, and no longer feel the least attraction for looking at (much less ever again touching) W's organ, even if it WAS the biggest that Jane had ever seen or touched.

Jane removed her nerdy glasses, turned to Wendy, and commented, "You're well rid of this one, honey."

Wendy threw her arms around Jane, kissed her passionately, and said, "Thanks, darling, for freeing me from this monster."

W turned to Jane and asked, "Does this mean you have more than just a lawyer-client relationship with my wife?" As if in reply, Wendy unpinned Jane's severe hair bun, and Jane shook out her glorious mane of black hair, letting her soft waves tumble sexily down to her shoulders.

W's question piqued the interest of the redhead, who all the while had continued to kneel and absent-mindedly slide her lips up and down W's shaft as if on auto-pilot. To the redhead, having a mouth full of cock, and lazily sucking and licking, seemed so normal and natural, that she couldn't imagine NOT having a man's shaft in her mouth, and she felt not the slightest embarrassment at having an audience for her ongoing performance. But on hearing the word "wife," even she finally stopped now and looked up, W's pre-come dribbling out the corners of her mouth. She stood up, slapped W hard in the face, and shrieked at him, "You bastard! You didn't tell me you're married! I don't suck off married guys!"

"You just did!" W grinned.

The redhead, still completely naked, began to sob. Wendy and Jane both tried to comfort her. The redhead liked their comforting so much, that she wanted to repay their kindness. So she then tried to strip both ladies, with the idea of giving them both a slow, grateful, sensual, and sensuous tongue-bath. She got as far as unbuttoning Wendy and Jane's blouses to reveal their lacy, skimpy bras.

"Hey, three women together! Can I stand here and watch?"

"No, you pig!" Wendy screamed.

"This is all getting too weird, and way too tense, for me," the redhead commented. "I had hoped to get my pussy thoroughly fucked tonight, and sucking you off was getting me really wet and horny. But there is no way I'm going to continue this with a married man, especially not in front of his wife and her lawyer. I think I'd better leave now."

"Good idea," Wendy and Jane replied in unison, wanting to get rid of the trashy, slutty bimbo so they could privately exact their revenge on W.

The redhead gathered up the half-dozen rifles that she had just bought at half price, and forgetting her clothes, stormed out into the hallway, still visibly upset about having fooled around with a married man. As she ran down the hall, not really watching where she was going, she bumped right into the Assistant Manager of Rick's Cafe Americain Hotel. Six large Russian rifles clattered to the floor.

"Can I help you, miss?"

The naked redhead picked up one of her rifles and pointed it at the Assistant Manager.

"Just back off," she screamed.

Then the redhead took a second look at this Assistant Manager. He was tall, with neatly-groomed, shoulder-length blond hair. His manager's suit and tie couldn't hide his broad shoulders and bulging arm muscles. As her eyes wandered up and down his long frame, she began to lick her lips, and to fantasize about sucking on the shaft that she was certain was long and thick, just the way she liked a cock to be, and riding him from above with her hungry pussy.

"Can I help you, miss?" the Assistant Manager repeated. "Damn right, you can help me! I was just sucking off this guy, and I was getting hornier by the second, when his wife and her lawyer burst in. The bastard is married! Can you imagine? He gets me all worked up, all hot, horny, and dripping, and the bastard is MARRIED! Damn right you can help me! I need to get fucked by a big, hard, cock, and I mean, RIGHT NOW!"

"OK, lady. But you really don't have to point a rifle at me to get me to fuck an incredible naked body like yours. All I need to know is whether you want it sweet, slow, and gentle, or hard and fast."

The redhead had forgotten she was still holding the rifle, and she dropped it into the pile with the other rifles, creating another loud clatter. As she dropped the rifle, she noticed that the Assistant Manager was right, she was still completely naked. "I normally like it sweet, slow, and gentle, but I'm SSSOOO hot and horny right now, that there's no TIME for that. I want--no, I NEED--it hard and fast, and RIGHT NOW! GIVE it to me, PLEASE!"

Right there in the hallway, with elevator music blaring all around them, she hurriedly unzipped his trousers, and she tried to suck him to the slow, tedious melody of the piped- in music. But it was just too slow, and she yelled, "Fuck it!" and her lips and tongue began rapidly devouring his cock, with a ravenous hunger that even a hunk like this Assistant Manager had never seen before.

"We can't do this in the hallway!" he croaked, barely able to talk with the growing excitement of this sexy naked stranger eagerly licking and swallowing his manhood.

"My room's too far away," she said as she backed off his cock. She then swallowed him whole again, and when she backed off again, she continued, "I just can't wait that long."

"I'm the Assistant Manager. I have keys to every room in this hotel. And I happen to know that the room three doors down is vacant."

With her mouth once again stuffed full of his cock, it was hard for the redhead to talk. Her muffled voice said something that sounded like, "All right, then, let's go." All that the Assistant Manager knew was that the vibration of her voice against his one-eyed wonder worm felt terrific, and made his cock grow longer and thicker, and pulse and throb more rapidly than before. He began walking toward the vacant hotel room.

The redhead, not wanting to let his delicious cock go, wrapped her hands around the back of his knees, and she slid down the carpeted hallway as he walked, not letting go of even one inch of him, and not minding the burning feeling of the friction as her bare knees slid across the carpet. All that she could focus on, all that she cared about now, was that this beefy, muscular stud was about to powerfully fuck her desperately-horny and oh-so-juicy slit, and she could hardly wait.

The Assistant Manager, his mind focused elsewhere, briefly fumbled with his key before successfully getting the door unlocked. As soon as they entered the room, the redhead released his cock from her hungry mouth, and leaped, face- up, onto the comfortable king-size bed, her legs spread wide, and her juices already beginning to seep out of her wide-open pussy. "FUCK--ME---NOW!" she screamed. She was tottering right on the very brink of explosion already, and she feared that if he didn't move quickly, he would enter her too late to feel her orgasmic release against his big, hard, deeply-buried shaft.

The Assistant Manager stripped in record time, practically tearing his suit to shreds in his haste to remove it. Then he gracefully made a flying leap through the air, landing directly on top of her, his rippling chest muscles landing right atop her soft breasts and her hard, jutting nipples. She only got to see his naked body in mid-air for a split second, but she liked what she saw. Without his suit, he looked not at all like a hotel manager, but like a muscular California surfer. His physique belonged on the cover of a romance novel at a supermarket check-out line, just the way Fabio got started, not hidden behind a suit and an office desk.

She reached down and grabbed his cock in both hands, shoving it deep inside herself. She smiled, for he seemed to fill her pussy even better than W had filled her mouth. As he powered his thighs up and down to thrust rapidly and mightily in and out of her, she felt some discomfort at his size. Something didn't seem right to him, either: although she was HIGHLY aroused, she simply wasn't as wet as other pussies he had fucked. But he knew how to remedy that: he slowly pulled himself all the way out of her.

"You bastard!" she shrieked, "Don't leave me NOW!"

"Trust me," he said, "You're going to be glad I did this." With that, he slid his long frame down the mattress, his cock throbbing mightily from the friction against the sheet, causing the entire mattress to quake and vibrate. As he hungrily kissed and licked his way down her torso, his eager tongue finally licked its way inside her wide-open pussy lips. He eagerly lapped at her inner walls, and he felt her getting dewy, just as he had planned. He needed to coax out plenty of her natural lubrication, to ease the way for his long, thick piston's rapid up-and-down strokes inside her cylinder. But he knew that she would not truly be ready for him, until he could get her clit to ooze its special juice all over his tongue. So, reluctantly, he withdrew his tongue from her inner recesses, and he began licking in long, tantalizingly-slow upward strokes along her outer pussy lips and her swollen clit. As his tongue continued its long, slow lapping at her slick, hard little clit, she steadily raised her tightly-puckered, curvy ass higher and higher off the mattress, higher still with each lick, pressing herself closer and ever closer to his face, to his licking tongue. As he felt her pussy pressing harder and harder into his face, he now began to alternate his licks with soft, gentle nibbles on her clit.

"Bite me!" she screamed. He obliged, biting down hard on the gorgeous redhead's now fully-enlarged clit. She responded by bucking wildly up and down against his face. As she thrust her thighs up and down, she also swayed her hips from side to side, and he bit down hard, biting harder with each upward thrust she made into his face.

"I'm--going---to--gonna--I'm--gonna," suddenly, she bucked hard up into his face one last time, and stayed there, locking her legs around his neck, resting her feet on his broad shoulders, her whole body writhing, gasping, and panting. Suddenly, she released a flood of hot, creamy pussy juice against his probing, circling, swirling tongue, shouting the last word of the sentence that she hadn't quite been able to bring herself to finish until now, "I'm gonna--COOOMMME!" With that, she oozed against his tongue, her rich, delicious come seeping into his open mouth as he swallowed hard, gulping as much of her flow down his throat as he could, the excess seeping out of the corners of his mouth. She let out a second wave, which splashed against his ruggedly-handsome, baby-smooth, hairless chin. He moved his tongue down lower, to lick at her wide-open pussy lips, and she deposited a third burst onto his cheeks and his nose. He rubbed his come-splattered nose against her, then he pressed his nose deep and hard into her still-open gash, as she moaned loudly and thrashed wildly on the bed, releasing still more of her sweet, natural juice, this time squirting him directly in his left eye.

She rolled onto her right side, still with his head between her legs, and she locked her legs in a tight scissor-grip around his head and neck.

With nowhere to move, he had no choice but to continue to lick at her, his tongue cleaning up the gooey but tasty mess from her four orgasms, licking her sweet sex juices from her soft, creamy thighs, from the fiery red bush around her still-throbbing pussy, and from her bare and well-toned tummy. But he was careful to leave intact, all of her slick, lubricating juices that coated her inner walls, and now she rewarded him for leaving those juices on her insides.

She reached up, grabbed him, slid him up the bed until his come-filled mouth pressed against her lips, and she kissed him deeply and passionately. "Fuck me, stud!" she cooed. Like he really minded hearing THAT! She rolled him onto his back, and she sat up on top of his hips, grabbing his cock with both hands and guiding it up into her wide-open, slick and slippery slit.

As he thrust his long shaft back up into her, he felt it ease in better than the first time, now that her snatch was all slicked-up with lust for him. She, too, felt none of the discomfort of their first attempt, and she knew that he had been right, she was grateful that he had pulled out of her earlier to lick her so tenderly. She was determined to show him how grateful she really was. As he slowly built up the pace of his deep in-and-out thrusts up into the sexy redhead who was straddling his hips and riding his shaft, the redhead pulled him into a seated position facing her, locked her arms around his back, and her legs around his waist, resting her feet on the tight cheeks of his well- toned butt. As she slid her shapely body toward and away from him, toward and away, toward and away, she just kept chanting, like some sort of sacred mantra, "Fuck me, stud, fuck me. Fuck me, stud, fuck me. Fuck me, stud, fuck me." Her chanting stayed in perfect rhythm with her trim, curvaceous body's motions forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, as his long, thick shaft slid in and out, in and out, in and out, thrusting deeply, withdrawing up to the swollen purple head, then thrusting deeply again, all the while pulsing and throbbing, throbbing and pulsing against her tight, moist inner walls.

As his thrusts grew deeper and harder, and his pace more rapid, her chanting grew louder, and her emphasis on key words more frequent. "Fuck me, stud, FUCK me! FUCK me, stud, FUCK me! FUCK me--STUD--FUCK me! FUCK me, STUD, fuck ME!" This last time emphasizing the word ME, as if he could even THINK about making love with anyone else right now.

He thrust himself in all the way up into her now, then stayed there, counting off two full seconds of pressing with all of his might, deep into her, before pulling out again. On each inwardly-sliding stroke now, he would end by pausing and pressing as deep into her as he could, as if trying to force his balls into her along with his stiff, hard shaft.

"FUCK me--FUCK me--STUD--fuck MMMEEE!" With her last long, drawn-out, nearly-shrieked "MMMEEE!", he felt her juices gush out from around her clit and coat the entire length of his deeply-embedded shaft. He took her orgasm, her fifth and most powerful of the evening, as a sign to let himself go. His wiggly microscopic worms began their unstoppable swim from his balls, laterally along his shaft that pointed straight out into her slit, as the pair sat facing each other in loving embrace. The mixture of his blood and come pulsed his shaft hard against her tight walls, up inside his swollen purple cock head, then seemed to pause there like a diver surveying his landing spot before diving off a cliff.

Then all of his sperm simultaneously took the plunge out of his cock's single, wide-open eye hole, instinctively trusting, unhesitatingly knowing, that they would now be safe inside her warm, wet, welcoming femininity. But she was stuffed so full of big, hard, throbbing cock now, that as he continued to come in one long, unstoppable stream, some of his come had nowhere to go. It began to dribble, seep, and ooze, down along his shaft, out of her filled-up pussy (so tightly, fully, and completely stuffed full of hard, pulsing, throbbing cock). His cream seeped out onto her creamy, silky-smooth thighs, and down onto the bed sheet. The entire time that his come was oozing both into and out of her, she let out a single soft, non-stop, contented "Mmmm!" Her hungry quest for a man who knew how to satisfy her was finally over, and she longed to stay in his arms forever. With her arms still locked around his back, she pulled him close and began softly, gratefully kissing him on his lips, cheeks, eyes, and forehead, running her fingers through his long, blond hair. Her eyes began to fill with tears of joy, she sniffed to stop from crying, and then suddenly the happiest smile he had ever seen now lit up her radiant face. By now, the redhead had completely forgotten about the six Russian AK-47 rifles she had left piled in a heap in the hotel hallway.




In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 08



"What do you want, my angel?" the Assistant Manager asked his smiling but nearly-crying companion, in whose tightly- squeezing, soaking-wet pussy his still-hard, still- throbbing cock still lay deeply buried. Between sniffs, she responded, "I want to stay here like this, with you, your arms around me, your cock buried deep inside of me. Yes, I want to stay like this FOREVER."

"Would you settle for the rest of the night?"

The redhead wouldn't really settle for just tonight, but at this point, she would take what she could get, and she lazily agreed, "Mmm hmm!' as she clutched him tighter in her arms. She was confident that by morning, after a few more hours of them sharing themselves with each other in all sorts of fascinating and exciting activities and positions, he would never want to leave her side ever again, either. And she vowed to spend the rest of her life in this masterful lover's arms, never again to buy or sell a single weapon, the only weapon interesting her from now on being the long, thick love rifle pointing straight out from between her loving stud's legs, and now resting contentedly deep inside of her.

Meanwhile, down the hall, back in Suite 69, terrorist gun dealer W was begging his estranged wife Wendy and her new friend and lover, British spy Jane Bond, to finish the job the now-departed redhead had begun when she had sucked his throbbing 10-incher all the way down her lovely throat. But Wendy was too angry and upset with W, and Jane too disgusted with how rough and slimy he felt when she had deliberately "accidentally" brushed his rod, to take care of him. However, since the redhead had unbuttoned the blouses of both Jane and Wendy before she left, the two ladies now hungrily kissed each other, grabbing and fondling each other all over. W sat up on the bed and watched, which would have been fine for him had he resisted the impulse to comment "Go TO it, ladies! That looks HOT!"

Neither woman wanted this lying, cheating pig to watch, so they pinned him to the bed and tied a black bandana around his eyes, so he couldn't watch. They then took the restraints, which W and Wendy had enjoyed using in happier days, down off the wall, and with both ladies pinning the big man to the bed, with their arms and knees, they shackled W to the four corners of the large bed. Now he couldn't move, to touch either or both of them, or to satisfy himself. The two ladies then rolled around on the floor, using fingers, lips, and tongues to pleasure each other's mouths, breasts, nipples, pussy slits, and hard little clits.

They deliberately moaned as loudly as they could, alternating their moans with giggling like school girls, so W would have to imagine what they were doing. Jane loudly kissed her way all around Wendy's beautiful naked ass curves, and all over the tight, inviting crease where Jane's dark legs joined the upward slope of her luscious butt. The antics of these two ladies was having the desired effect, as W's 10 inch shaft now pointed straight up, pulsing and throbbing like the wagging off a puppy dog's tale, as he squirmed, desperate to slip out of his restraints and use the rubbing of his flat, open palm to relieve the growing desire in his massive organ. The trouble was, Jane and Wendy's antics were also affecting themselves, their innermost reaches growing ever slicker with each kiss, lick, moan, and giggle. Finally, Jane took the initiative to turn around and begin a hot 69 right there on the plushly-carpeted floor of the hotel room, licking furiously and frantically at Wendy's rapidly- growing love button, which was rising out of her pussy lips as if it was a miniature cock.

Jane stood up, and stretched herself flat on her back along the entire length of the room's big glass coffee table, her head tilted back saucily over one end of the table, her wide-spread legs straddling either side of the table, and her hungry, wide-open pussy lips teetering right on the table's edge. In this position, Wendy easily knelt on her knees and kissed, licked, and nibbled her way around Jane's lusty, hot, wet, tight, horny, pussy. Then nibbling ever harder, Wendy turned her nibbles into passionate bites on Jane's exposed, hard little clit. Wendy particularly enjoyed the view, not only looking straight up Jane's open pussy as she licked, but also seeing Jane's perfect, tight, curvy little ass beautifully reflected in the glass top of the coffee table. The spectacular view, and the feel of Jane's gathering moisture against her tongue, was more than Wendy could stand now, and she jammed as many fingers as she could fit, as deeply as she could into her own tight, wet pussy, wiggling her fingers in all directions, to touch every surface of her deepest recesses, producing increasingly-loud moans from Wendy.

Hearing Wendy's moans, and watching W's cock throb with a combination of ever-increasing excitement and frustration, Jane jammed her pussy hard up against Wendy's circling, probing, exploring tongue, breathing heavily with a loud "Huhhh! Huhhh!" almost as if practicing for child-birth. At exactly the same moment, both ladies let out an ear- piercing, shrieking scream, and pumped gallons of sweet pussy nectar up into each other's face. The dark- complexioned Latina with the thick crop of black pussy hair, and the fair-skinned English lady with the sparse blonde wisps barely hiding her mound, loudly licked and slurped the fresh goo off each other's pussy lips and silky thighs, and they both sucked up every drop of the juices that continued to pour out of both wide-open slits. Hearing their orgasmic screams and post-orgasmic slurping, W tried hard to buck his hips upward and let his come flow out onto his own skin, but with his arms and legs securely tied to the bedposts, he simply couldn't come without the assistance of rubbing his flat palm up and down his long shaft. His face turned purple in frustration, he let a loud, upset "Arrggh!" and without gaining his desperately- sought orgasmic relief, his thick, pulsing, throbbing, straight-up 10-inch-long cock suddenly shrank to a tiny nub as it collapsed against his washboard stomach, reacting to his frustration as if it had just been rapidly plunged into freezing water.

Wendy and Jane smiled and laughed merrily, the corners of their mouths crinkling up in highly-pleased grins, the fresh pussy nectar slowly oozing from the corners of their lips, down their cheeks and chins. They were happy not only at making each other come so forcefully onto each other's face, but also happy with the knowledge that they had made W excited, and then unable to get himself off. After cheating on Wendy, he deserved this revenge. Had they been men, they would have likely given each other's palms a "high-five" slap right now, for their accomplishments. But if W thought they were fucking up his mind now, that was nothing compared to what Wendy and Jane were preparing to do to him in court! Since W seemed to want to be fucked by anyone and everyone EXCEPT his gorgeous, sex-crazed wife, Wendy and Jane would let him see how it really feels to be fucked in the most painful way: by the legal system!

Throwing on a bare minimum of clothing and leaving suite 69 after her long, passionate evening of love-making with Wendy Warmcox, and her simultaneously punishing W, Jane Bond found the pile of Russian AK-47 assault rifles. These were the rifles that the ditzy redhead bombshell had left in the hotel hallway when she went off to have wild, no- holds-barred sex with the hotel's tall, hunky blond assistant manager.

The second-generation British spy with the gorgeous body and lusty appetite, hadn't been able to stop W from selling the weapons, but at least she could now confiscate those guns, keeping them out of the hands of terrorists, who would likely have used the weapons to kill innocent English and American citizens. The half-naked Jane, assisted by the equally scantily-clad Wendy, scooped the large rifles up into their arms and dragged them heavily across the hallway carpet, to Jane's room, 67.

Next, Jane obtained a large, wooden shipping crate from the same undercover spy/photographer from whom she had earlier borrowed cameras to photograph Wendy Warmcox nude for an imaginary sleazy men's magazine. With his help, and Wendy's, Jane loaded the rifles into a van, and sent them on their way to MI-6 spy headquarters in London, where they would be destroyed and never get a chance to harm another person. Jane and Wendy giggled to each other as the photographer sized the ladies up and down, and practically drooled over their shapely bodies. They both knew that from now on, the only man who would have either of them was Jane's husband, Brad.

In one day, Jane had shared her husband's love juice, not to mention her own, with a tall, stunning, I mean drop-dead gorgeous blonde, had shared orgasms beyond counting with this new female lover, photographed her new lover in the nude, sent a lusty redhead terrorist into the satisfying arms of a Fabio look-alike whom she never wanted to leave (making her give up the weapons business and her terrorist causes), stopped the world's most dangerous arms merchant from selling weapons (as well as from coming), and managed to send six deadly rifles on their way to permanent destruction. Not bad for a single day's work.

As Jane settled, naked, into her bed, a naked Wendy Warmcox wrapped tightly in her arms and radiating warmth against Jane's sore but happy body, Jane called her husband Brad back in England, just to hear his soothing, deeply- masculine baritone voice for a few minutes. Jane wanted to wait until she saw him face-to-face in their London home the next day, before revealing that she now had a female lover. But Wendy made it hard for Jane to keep the secret, lapping her tongue against Jane's naked pussy and pinching Jane's hard nipples between her fingers for the entire time that Jane was on the phone. Jane had to bite her upper lip hard to keep from moaning and screaming, from prematurely revealing her secret to her husband, as Wendy played with her. After she rang off, with a deeply-contented sigh, Jane fell asleep in Wendy's arms, dreaming of the next day, when she would again be in her loving husband's arms, and replenishing her now-depleted supply of Brad's come deep in the innermost depths of her pussy. Feeling the peace and contentment she can only feel when his love, lust, and passion slosh around deep inside her again wherever she walks. Only this time, it would be different than ever before, for Jane hoped that Brad would accept Wendy, and share himself with both of them. Jane smiled in her sleep at her thoughts of what the next day would be like, Brad's cream filling-up not only her own, but also Wendy's, luscious mouth and sweet pussy.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 09



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

The next morning, British spy Jane Bond awakened to find a soft beam of the morning's first glimmer of sunlight gently streaming through her hotel room window, and her new lover, Wendy Warmcox, lying with her beautiful backside facing Jane. Jane propped herself up in a half-sitting, half-lying position, peering over Wendy's perfect globes of 40-inch breasts, watching them softly rise and fall with Wendy's every sleeping breath. Wendy's soft, barely-audible snoring was music to Jane's ears as she thought about how quickly they had discovered how much alike they were, and how completely they had already fallen in love. Jane began slowly planting soft, butterfly-gentle kisses all over Wendy's soft, smooth shoulders. With one hand, Jane slowly ran her fingers over the shapely curve of Wendy's hips. Jane's other hand was cupping Wendy's huge, round right breast, her fingers squeezing, stroking, rubbing, and massaging Wendy's long, hard, pink nipples.

Awakening from all the loving attention she was receiving, Wendy reached behind her and pulled Jane's head toward her, pressing her lips firmly against Jane's. Jane continued to cup Wendy's breast and stroke her hip.

"Mmm!" Wendy purred, "What a wonderful way to wake up." Then kissing Jane harder and quickly slipping her tongue into Jane's mouth, "Thank you, my darling."

"You think that's great? Wait until we get back to London, and you get to experience first-hand how my Brad always keeps a smile on my face."

"Mmm!" Wendy repeated, in her sexiest, dreamiest voice. "After sucking his come out of your pussy, I can't wait to experience it direct from the source. If he is as skillful with his cock as you say he is, I want to feel him thrusting and throbbing everywhere: in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, between my breasts...Mmm!"

Jane gave Wendy's gorgeous naked ass a quick series of gentle love taps. "And so you shall. But right now, it's time to get up. Come on, get dressed."

"Mmm, I don't wanna."

"I know, I don't want you covering up that gorgeous body, either. But we can't be naked on the plane. Here, wear this," Jane said, tossing Wendy the skimpy red dress that Wendy had worn to dinner the first time Jane ever saw Wendy in person.

"Be a dear, and hand me that bra on the chair," Wendy cooed.

"No."

"No? You're refusing me, the woman who loves you, the woman you love, the only woman who knows how to send you into ecstatic multiple orgasms that last for hours?"

"I don't want you wearing a bra or panties on the plane. I want to be free to reach into that slinky, skimpy red dress, from above or below, and play with every part of you on the plane. If I can't do that, the flight will just be too boring, and I'll just scream with frustration. Besides, I want you to be able to strip as quickly as possible for my Brad when we get home."

"Oh," Wendy replied contritely. "Good point. So what are YOU going to wear, my love?"

Jane picked up a sheer, almost but not quite transparent black cocktail dress, with the back open all the way down to the top of her firm, round ass cheeks, the neckline plunging to show acres of dark Latina flesh and just show the very tops of her very wide, red-brown areolas. Her hem was only one quarter of the way down her thighs, revealing her short but shapely dark legs. "How's this?"

"It will do nicely." Wendy replied, letting out a wolf whistle of appreciation. "Lots of access for me on our flight. I'm picturing me pushing up that short hem just an inch or two and rubbing the outside of your naked pussy right on the airplane seat, then plunging two fingers into you, and pressing and rubbing my thumb on that hot, horny little clit of yours that I love so much, and then feeling your sweet come flowing onto and between my fingers. And then maybe I'll slide my foot under your skirt, with no panties underneath of course, and feel your warm, fresh lust juices squish between my toes."

"Mmm!" Jane purred, "I can hardly wait!" Jane kissed Wendy quickly but firmly on the lips, and huskily whispered, "Mmm! I love you."

The two ladies, their minds filled with fantasies of what they would do to each other on the flight from Vienna to London, rolled to face each other on the bed, intertwining their arms and legs, and kissing passionately. Just as they were getting started, an airplane roared loudly overhead.

"Mmm!" Jane moaned, pushing Wendy away. "Sorry, love, we have to stop this now, and get to the airport."

"Yes, wouldn't want to be late giving your Brad his surprise treat."

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Jane mumbled, "Hmm? What treat?"

"Me, silly. Aren't I your gift to Brad?"

"And he and I are both my gift to you, my sweet angel."

They quickly kissed again, slid their skimpy dresses over their heads, and grabbed their suitcases. They strolled hand-in-hand, giggling all the way, to the hotel desk, where they both checked out. Standing in front of the hotel, they tried to flag down one of the busy cabs whizzing by, but without success. Suddenly inspired, they simultaneously raised the hems of their short skirts, revealing Jane's thick, dark bush and Wendy's light, curly blonde wisps.

A cab's brakes squealed loudly, and the pudgy, balding driver stepped out, his big jeans (no belt) falling off his butt, the shirt-tails of his Hawaiian shirt untucked. Tipping his cap to the ladies, he held the back door open for them. Kissing each other and giggling, Wendy and Jane tumbled into the back of the cab, calling out sexily, "Oh, cabby, would you be a dear and put our suitcases in the trunk?" He silently complied, and the ladies turned to each other, smiling and laughing at the sexual power they both held over men. They both knew that only one man ever would or could hold the same power over them both: Jane's husband, Brad.

The driver closed the door for his gorgeous passengers, and returned to his seat. "Where to, ladies?"

"Airport, please," they sang out in unison, between giggles.

At the airport, as the cabbie held the back door open, Jane stepped out first, sticking first just a foot out, then slowly, seductively letting her dark, shapely leg emerge from the back doorway to the cabbie's view, making sure as her black stiletto-heeled shoes touched the pavement, that the hemline of her black cocktail dress was as high up her thigh as possible, so he could really admire the view. When she was standing outside the cab, she turned to face the cabbie, spread her legs apart in an inverted V, and quickly raised then lowered her hem, flashing the cabbie a quick peek at her naked pussy.

Not to be outdone, Wendy stuck her long, pale, show-girl leg straight out the door, then raised it high, letting her bright red, stiletto-heeled shoes graze the cabbie's hand, before swinging her leg all the way back down to the pavement, and emerging from the cab. She, too, turned to face the cabbie, and raised her skimpy, fiery-red dress, but left it up longer than Jane had. Smiling and licking her lips, Wendy plunged her middle finger deeply and rapidly all the way into her pussy, and let out a soft, purring moan. Then she slowly removed her finger, and quickly pulled her short skirt back down, smoothing her hemline with both hands.

Jane peered into the front of the cab, and read the price on the taxi meter. She then handed the cab driver the exact amount on the meter.

"Hey ladies," the cabbie called gruffly, "How about a tip?" To make sure they understood exactly what kind of tip he meant, he punctuated his remark by rubbing his palm vigorously up and down on his crotch.

"OK, sure," Jane turned and replied over her shoulder. "My tip to you is, don't expect two beautiful women who get into your cab, to want to give a fat slob like you a blowjob!" Wendy and Jane both laughed, and disappeared with their bags through the airport doors. They felt cruel for saying what they had, but the world was such that a sloppy ignorant cabbie making lewd remarks was unlikely to get any, and he was old enough that he should know that fact already.

The cabbie watched the blonde with the long legs, short red dress, and matching red shoes, sway her hips as she slowly, seductively walked away and disappeared from view. He envied the way her long blonde hair caressed her shapely ass, and wished that it was his hand caressing her sweet ass cheeks, instead of her long, flowing blonde hair. But even with her sassy mouth, he still preferred the shorter, darker-complexioned woman in the tight, black, backless dress, and he longed to remove her high-heeled black shoes, kiss her foot, and suck her cute little toes one by one. He knew that Jane was right, he had to clean up his act if his fantasies were ever to become reality.

Right then and there, the cabbie vowed to prove both ladies wrong about having his way with beautiful female passengers. Before the day was over, he had joined a health club, bought a stunning Italian suit, and had his hair professionally groomed. By the end of that month, after daily workouts, this cabbie was stunningly handsome, nearly a Leonardo DiCaprio look-alike, and always impeccably dressed. And he was routinely successful with every one of his most gorgeous women passengers. He came to be quite talented at eating out pussy, and women so loved that he would focus on their needs and never ask for anything in return, that he was routinely receiving grateful blowjobs in his back seat as payback for his loving attention to women, without him ever having to ask them for these paybacks. Once more, without knowing it, just as she had with Wendy Warmcox, and with the red-head terrorist, Jane Bond had made the world a better place, through helping to increase the number of people having joyful, passionate sex. After all, a life without love and sexual pleasure can feel awfully empty.

But now it was time for Jane and her two lovers to have some joyful, passionate sex of their own. Or at least, so Wendy and Jane hoped. Throughout the Vienna-to-London flight, as both women felt each other up, they both chattered nervously about how Brad would react to Jane bringing a third person into their relationship, to share their lives and their bed.

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London, England. Noon on a rare sunny day. An elegant black classic Jaguar sedan pulls up the horse-shoe driveway, past the large, neatly-trimmed lawn, to the front door of a modest but stately stone house with ivy-covered walls. The lady of the house, British spy Jane Bond, gingerly steps out of the Jaguar's back seat first, carefully holding down the hem of her extremely short black cocktail dress.

Although looking somewhat weary from her flight, she is nevertheless smiling broadly. In her sexiest, sluttiest stiletto heels, Jane slinks catlike toward the front door of her home after a three-day absence, seductively crossing one leg in front of the other in imitation of the slinky walk of her naked lover, Wendy Warmcox, across her Vienna hotel room on the previous afternoon. Still seated in the Jaguar, Wendy watches in appreciation of her female lover's walk, flattered that Jane is copying her own sexy, seductive walk, and honored that the gorgeous British spy whose shapely hips and ass now swayed so tantalizingly before her, had chosen to make love with her repeatedly over the past 24 hours.

Wendy continued to watch as the front door of the house slowly opened, and a very handsome man stepped outside. He was about 40 to 45 years old, 5'10" tall, with short, wavy brown hair, the biggest, softest brown eyes Wendy had ever seen, and a receding hairline that made him look extremely intelligent. His soul-piercing eyes gazing through his gold- rimmed glasses made Wendy's heart race, and she reached under the short hemline of her fiery-red dress to feel the moisture already starting to line her eager, excited pussy.

Seeing her Brad framed in the doorway of their house, Jane Bond now forgot all about walking slinkily and seductively for Wendy's benefit.

She hurriedly kicked off her high-heeled shoes, leaving them in the circular driveway, and ran barefoot up the front steps, into Brad's welcoming arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around Brad's back and squeezed him lovingly, kicked up her left leg behind her in a cute 1920s flapper motion, and kissed her husband so forcefully that he nearly fell over backwards.

"Oh, Brad, I have missed you so terribly! I can't bear being away from you for THREE--WHOLE--DAYS!" she began to sob, drawing him nearer.

"Why are you crying, honey? I'm right here now."

"Yes, you are. My sweet love. Oh, I want to devour you right here and now!" she resumed kissing him and crying again.

"Oh, Brad, I've been a BAD girl. Such a BAAAD girl!"

Wendy took this as her cue, and emerged from the back of the big, black Jaguar sedan. She tried walking as catlike as Jane had done, but after a couple of stumbling steps in her red high-heels, she kicked up her left leg behind her, practically tore off her shoe, and threw it onto the lawn. She then kicked up her right leg, removed and tossed her right shoe, and ran barefoot up the front steps of Jane and Brad's home. Her enormous 40-inch bust, unrestrained by a bra, jiggled under her skimpy red dress as she ran.

Jane backed one step away from Brad and said, "Honey, this is my new friend, Wendy Warmcox. I told her she could stay with us."

"That's fine. I'll have the maid set up the guest bedroom."

"No, honey, you don't understand. She's going to STAY!" Then pointing first to herself, and then to Brad, "With US! With both of US!"

Brad stared blanked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have spent the last 24 hours making passionate love with my sweet Wendy. And now I want her to stay in our room, with US--with BOTH of us!"

Brad only heard the first sentence, and was too busy framing his response to listen to Jane's second sentence.

"You--CHEATED--on ME!?" he screamed.

"Yes, I did honey. But I love--"

"YOU--cheated on--ME!?"

"I love you. I never stopped loving you. I want you and need you. You are the only man I ever want and need, the only man I've ever loved and ever will love. You are the only man who knows how to pleasure every square inch of my body, how to make me feel warm and loved and safe inside."

"But you CHEATED on me!"

"I love Wendy. She gives me something no man, not even you, can give me. But now I want to share her with you, I want the three of us to be a very close, very loving family, loving each other in EVERY way!"

"YOU--YOU--CHEATED! YOU--YOU--WERE--unfaithful, to ME!" he shrieked.

"Shh! There, there," Jane cooed, cradling Brad's head to her ample bosom. "You still love me," she half stated, half asked.

"Of course I do, but--"

"And you have always loved my friends, because they ARE my friends, and I love them!"

"Yes, but--"

"And given time, you will come to love my darling friend and lover Wendy as much as I do. If you'll just give her a chance. Her personality is a lot like mine, and if you just give her a chance, you will find yourself loving her in the same ways and for the same reasons that you fell in love with me."

"But you CHEATED on me! And with another WOMAN!"

"Yes, that's right. She has sucked gallons and gallons of my sweet, sticky juice out of my hot, hungry pussy in the past 24 hours, and I have sucked just as much sweet pussy nectar out of her. I have pumped lots and lots of sweet pussy juice down her throat, and we both enjoyed every minute of it. I know you're hurt, but--"

"Damn right, I'm hurt! How would YOU feel, if MY love juice was pumped down some other woman's throat!"

"But, dear," Jane smiled triumphantly for Brad having handed her the very point that she had hoped he would make. "Your love juice HAS been pumped down another woman's throat!"

"No, never! I have NEVER cheated on you! I would know if my juice went down another woman's throat! It never happened!"

"No, you WOULDN'T know, and yes, it DID happen." Wrapping her arms around Brad's waist and shoulders, and gently nibbling on his ear lobe, she quietly, seductively whispered to him, "Do you remember what we did the night before I left for Vienna, three nights ago?"

Brad fondly recalled eating out Jane, Jane eagerly sucking his cock with that voracious sexual appetite that he so admired, and him fucking her passionately and forcefully, erupting huge globs of his come into the deepest reaches of her tight, wet, throbbing, quivering pussy not once, but twice before the evening ended. "Yes, of course I do," he smiled sweetly.

"Do you remember you injected your love juice very deeply into me, and I came back for a second injection? Do you remember how tightly my pussy muscles squeezed you, wanting to fill myself up with every drop I could get, so it all could slosh around deep inside of me as I walked all over Vienna for 3 days?"

"Yes, my sweet love, I do remember."

"Well, Wendy licked and sucked at my pussy so good, so powerfully, so forcefully, that I couldn't help but pump some of your sweet, creamy juices from my deepest recesses, into her mouth and down her throat. So yes, your come HAS been pumped down another woman's throat!"

"And even after two days sitting around getting moldy in her pussy," Wendy chimed in, "Yours was the most delicious spunk that I ever tasted. And believe me, I've swallowed a lot of men's come over the years. I once sucked off and fucked an entire high-school football team during a single half-time break. So I know when come tastes delicious, or really awful. And believe me, your come was by far the sweetest and tastiest I've ever sucked, even after two days in your wife's pussy. And as good as it felt and tasted to suck your cream out of your wife's sweet, warm, wet cunt, I just can't wait to taste your thick, creamy love juice as I suck it out fresh, directly from your cock. Mmm! My pussy is getting all HOT and WET just thinking about it, just thinking about sucking your BIG (pause), HARD (another pause, then nearly shouting) COCK! I'm getting SOOO horny, just thinking about tasting and swallowing your fresh come!"

With that, Wendy pressed the hem of her short red dress hard against her pussy. With no panties on underneath, only the thin layer of fabric at her hem separated her pussy from her hand, and from Brad's gaze.

For the first time, Brad took a good look at this woman, his wife's new lover. He began his appreciative appraisal at her bare toes, her pedicured toenails sparkling with deep-red, almost purple, polish flecked with specks of gold. He then slowly gazed up her long, milky-white, silky- smooth legs. Her legs were so long that he thought it took him about an hour to move his gaze inch by inch up her incredible, shapely legs, before his eyes rested on the high hemline of her nearly-blindingly-red short dress.

"Do you like what you see?" Wendy smiled.

"Yes, very much!"

"Want to see more?"

At this point, Brad was already getting so excited that he could barely manage to croak out a softly-whispered, polite, "Yes, please."

Thus encouraged, Wendy mischievously raised her hem.

Brad gulped, swallowed hard, and began licking his lips suggestively and hungrily. There before him was a pussy second in sheer magnificent beauty only to that of his wife Jane. Wendy's gorgeous pussy lips had already opened into a big, round O, her hard, extended clit was hanging out and down, and a stream of liquid lust was slowly inching its way down Wendy's creamy-white thighs. Brad was sure that there was plenty more where that came from, and if he played his cards right, maybe he would even get to taste some of it as he lapped it up from her incredibly smooth thighs. Or maybe he would even get to lick and suck Wendy's nectar right out of her juicy slit himself, and into his mouth, then down his throat.

Brad mentally slapped himself for even THINKING about cheating on the love of his life, his sweet, precious Jane. But he couldn't stop staring at Wendy's naked lower half. As his eyes moved up to the delicate, curly little blonde wisps that barely covered her sweet, pretty mound, Brad forgot all about his anger at Jane, knelt down, leaned forward, and lightly, gently, softly kissed Wendy's blonde wisps. When even barely touching his lips to her delicate blonde fuzz produced an appreciative moan from Wendy, Brad kissed her sparse pussy hair more firmly and passionately now.




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"Now you see," Jane interrupted the moment, "why I can't resist her, and why I love my sweet, wonderful Wendy so much. Show him your breasts, honey, so he gets the WHOLE picture of why I love you so much."

"Of course, darling," Wendy replied sweetly, with just a tinge of huskiness in her sexy voice, "Anything for my sweet baby." With that, Wendy pulled the rest of her skimpy red dress up, over her head, and tossed it behind her onto the carpeted floor. Now Wendy stood naked before Brad and Jane, her firm, round breasts and long, hard nipples jutting out toward Brad's face.

"Wow!" Brad moaned. "They look so--"

"Big?" Jane suggested helpfully. "They're four inches bigger than even my 36-inch chest!"

"Yes. But--no--that's not it! They look so--"

"Magnificent?"

"Tasty," Brad said decisively now, planting a kiss under where Wendy's right breast hung over her torso, then licking all around the perfect curve under her breast, and finally sucking one of her long, hard, nipples fully up into his hungry mouth. "Yes, tasty is definitely the word for them."

"They ARE beautiful, aren't they?" Jane asked. "That's why I like playing with them so much, and kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on them. And one of many reasons why I love my tall, shapely, beautiful, sexy blonde goddess SOOO much!"

"Just one of the reasons?"

"Well, another reason I love her so much," Jane admitted, "Is she's my half-sister. James Bond--you know, 007--was not only MY father, but HERS, too. Different mother. Knocked them both up on different spy capers. That's why my sweet Wendy is so much like me, and why I'm so sure that you'll grow to love her for the same personality traits you love about me."

"You're my sister?" Wendy exclaimed in shocked but delighted amazement.

"That's sick!" Brad declared. "You made love with your sister?" Did Brad mean sick as in mentally unstable, or sick in the popular street-gang meaning, as in wonderful and terrific? Or maybe a little of both meanings?

"Half-sister. And we didn't know we were sisters when we started out."

"And it doesn't matter anyway," Wendy replied. "I still love your wife with all of my heart and soul, and I still plan to lick her and fuck her every chance I get. And to include you in our games as often as you'll let us."

"Mmm!" Brad moaned, finally starting to let go of some of his anger and to examine the possibilities in the proposed permanent three-some. After all, Wendy could take care of Jane whenever he was too tired or too busy to give Jane's luscious body the full attention it desired and deserved. And either, or maybe both at once, of these stunning ladies could, and would willingly, give him what he needed whenever he needed it. "That sounds good to me."

Jane now gazed lovingly and longingly at the growing bulge pressing tightly against the fabric of Brad's tailored beige trousers. She placed her palm, fingers pointing down toward the floor, against his crotch, and began slowly, teasingly rubbing her open palm up and down the fabric that covered his stiffening cock. "Looks like you're getting ready to accept our luscious Wendy into our lives--" she tapped and patted him lovingly over his fabric-imprisoned hard cock as it throbbed against her hand, then continued, "and into our BED!"

But Brad was not yet quite ready to fully emerge from his dark male cave of anger and upset. "That may be. But nevertheless, you still CHEATED on me!"

"Well, even YOU couldn't resist my Wendy's -- I mean, OUR Wendy's-- charming little pussy and her enormous 40-inch knockers. So how could you expect ME not to have fallen in love with her? And when she licks at my starving pussy and hot, hungry, swollen little clit, Ohh! You just can't imagine!"

"Believe me," Brad croaked hoarsely, "I'm TRYING to imagine it! I'm TRYING to picture you two eating each other out, and my sweet, loving wife excitedly pumping her own juices and MY come down her luscious half-sister's throat!

"Wendy spoke up again now. "Why should you have to imagine it at all? Jane and I would be very happy to re-enact the whole thing for you, right now, right in your own bedroom. Would you like that?"

Again, the only response that Brad could manage to this lusty suggestion was a helpless, pitifully-weak, "Yes, please."

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 10



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

When sexy, dark-complexioned British spy Jane Bond, her tall, blonde lover and World Wide Web inventor Wendy Warmcox, and Jane's spy husband Brad, all retreated to Brad and Jane's bedroom, Wendy was already completely naked and beginning to bring Brad under the same bewitching spell that had made Jane fall in love with her. Now Wendy pulled the slutty black dress over Jane's head, leaving Jane also completely naked, to do a little bewitching of her own to both Brad and Wendy.

As Brad admired the two lovely naked babes (his wife and his wife's lover) in front of him, he marveled at their similarities and their contrasts. Physically, there was very little similarity, at least at first glance. Jane, Brad's wife, was a hot Latin-America beauty, with a rich dark complexion like a natural tan, about the color of a light cocoa. Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, and cut to shoulder length. Her pussy was topped by a thick, bushy patch of very dark and inviting fur.

Wendy, on the other hand, was very tall and curvaceous, had a pale, creamy, almost milky, white complexion, and long blonde hair that swirled around her enormous breasts and tenderly cupped her incredibly curvy ass cheeks. Very light and sparse wisps of blonde hair lightly covered her pubic mound.

But on closer examination, there were some physical similarities between the two half-sisters: the warm, friendly, fun-loving smile. The very large, reddish-brown circles of their areolas surrounding their long, hard nipples. Their nearly-identical, luscious pink pussies. The tight creases where the gentle curves of their shapely, cute, tight little asses met their legs, the creases that could make any man weak in the knees with desire to kiss and lick all along that tight curve. The well-toned muscles in their legs, although Wendy's legs were much longer than Jane's. And oh those legs. Any man would die of bliss to have either set of legs wrapped around his neck as he pressed his lips and tongue against either pussy. And now, Brad, that lucky man, was about to experience all of these charms with not one, but both women at once!

The real similarity between Jane and Wendy, however, was not in their physical appearance, but in their personalities. Both ladies were spontaneous, outgoing, smart, funny, charming, and fun-loving. They both had insatiable appetites for sex, with each other as well as with the special man in their lives (for Wendy, until recently, that special man had been her husband, William Walker, notorious dealer of weapons to terrorists). Jane and Wendy both had an endless capacity to be loving and caring about the people who meant the most to them. And they had both decided that lucky old Brad was the only man either of them wanted to love them, to touch them, to suck on them, to fuck them, ever again.

Brad was already completely under the spell of both Jane and Wendy when, naked, they lay face-down on the carpet and slithered their way, snake-like on their bellies, across the bedroom floor, to offer themselves at Brad's feet. From this face-down prone position, Jane untied Brad's left shoe, and Wendy his right, and they took turns pulling his shoes and socks off his feet. Purring like kittens, they both climbed their way up Brad's trouser legs, rubbing one hand up the front and the other up the back of each leg. When they reached the top of his trousers, each lady cupped an ass cheek in one hand, and unbuckled his belt with the other. They then jointly unclasped the hook at the top of Brad's beige slacks, and both began to very slowly, teasingly slide his zipper down with their fingers.

When they had lowered his zipper only about an inch, Jane suddenly had an inspiration, and pushing Wendy's hand away, Jane leaned her head into Brad's crotch, clenching the handle of his zipper firmly in her teeth, and just as slowly sliding his zipper down another inch. Then she backed off, and gestured for Wendy to take over. Her gleaming smile beaming widely, Wendy stepped up to take over, using her teeth to ever-so-slowly slide Brad's zipper down another inch. When she was done, before Wendy backed off, she planted a kiss through the fabric still covering Brad's gorgeous cock that ANY healthy woman would crave, and Wendy could now feel him pulse rapidly and repeatedly against her face, even through the fabric. Wendy nearly swooned and fainted with her desire for Brad now, letting out a long, lusty "Mmmm!" before backing away and giving Jane a turn again.

Not to be outdone by her new friend, when Jane's teeth had slowly, tantalizingly brought Brad's zipper down another inch, she ended by licking her long tongue along the fabric, all the way up his shaft, from his balls to the very tip of his big, puffy cock head. Now Jane backed away, letting Wendy's teeth open up the final inch of his zipper.

When Brad's fly was completely open, both women, still on their knees, wrestled Brad's trousers down to his ankles, and he courteously obliged them by stepping out of his trousers and kicking them away to where his pants couldn't block Jane's and Wendy's access to the throbbing object of both women's growing, pussy-dampening desires.

Wendy and Jane now faced Brad on their knees, from opposite sides of his legs, Jane kissing his left thigh, and Wendy his right, then Jane kissing and licking his left ball while Wendy kissed his right. Then both ladies sucked a testicle up into their mouths, licking his balls with their tongues while both testicles remained clenched in both sets of lips and teeth. Then Jane licked her way up the underside of Brad's seven-inch long, three-inch thick cock, followed closely by Wendy's tongue. Then Jane began at his balls again, licked her way all the way up his shaft, then backed off again to let Wendy have another lick.

Now Jane kissed her way up the left of Brad's hard, pulsing, throbbing shaft, while Wendy kissed her way up its right side. Jane got to his cock head a split second before Wendy, so she got to suck the head between her lips and teeth first, swirling her tongue all over the head, and licking the wide-open eye at the very tip. Then opening her lips, with a single, mighty gulp and a suck of tornado intensity, Jane swallowed his shaft all at once, all the way down her throat. Then she slowly backed her head away, licking up and down his shaft inside her mouth as she very slowly retreated, to give Wendy her turn.

"Well, my darling," Jane said to Wendy, "you've been telling me for hours how much you want to lick and suck my sweet Brad's gorgeous, hard shaft, how much you want to taste his come, swirl it around and savor it in your mouth, then swallow every delicious, creamy drop. Well, here's your chance, my pet."

Jane walked around to Brad's backside, pulled his polo shirt over his head, then slowly kissed her way from his neck and shoulders, down his soft back, stopping to concentrate all her remaining kisses and licks on his firm, tight, toned ass cheeks.

Meanwhile, Wendy was on her knees in front of Brad, her hands clutching Brad's ass cheeks, the same cheeks where Jane was kissing Brad passionately, and occasionally Jane let her kisses stray from Brad's soft, smooth ass flesh to the backs of Wendy's hands. With a ravenous hunger, Wendy's tongue circled and swirled all around the massive purple head of Brad's cock, then curled up to slide into the wide- open eye hole at the very tip of his cock. Now she planted a very gentle, feather-light kiss directly onto his cock's eye. When this kiss made Brad's entire 7-inch shaft twitch and pulse against her lips, Wendy gradually applied more lip pressure against his cock with each successive kiss. Each time that Wendy kissed his cock harder, it pulsed and throbbed ever more forcefully against her lips.

Brad's growing excitement was now making Wendy's pussy ever hotter, hornier, and damper. She just couldn't wait any longer to stuff her eagerly-salivating mouth full of Brad's thick cock, and to coat her throat with his tasty cream.

Clutching Brad's ass cheeks as tightly in her palms as she could, Wendy slowly began to suck all of Brad's throbbing cock past her lips and teeth. As Brad's thick shaft slowly disappeared into Wendy's mouth, millimeter by millimeter, it twitched wildly, first against the inside of her left cheek, then against her right, then back to her left again.

Meanwhile, it also pulsed upward against the roof of her mouth, then throbbed back down against the tip of her tongue. Amidst all of this twitching, pulsing, and throbbing, Brad's long cock continued to slide ever-so- slowly, deeper and deeper into Wendy's hungry, eager mouth, simultaneously sliding very pleasingly across both the roof of her mouth and the top of her tongue. As his cock continued its slow descent into the depths of her throat, Wendy circled and swirled her tongue all over the rigid shaft of flesh and muscle that was filling more and more of her mouth. Wendy enjoyed the contrast of his hard shaft and the soft, smooth skin that surrounded it, and she licked him within her mouth with an ever-growing hunger and passion. She could hardly wait now for Brad to flood her mouth and her throat with his warm, tasty, fresh love cream.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only about five minutes, of frantically, eagerly sucking Brad's cock slowly but steadily deeper into her mouth, his huge, wildly- throbbing cock now completely filled her mouth from top to bottom and side to side, and pointed straight down her throat, just the way Wendy liked it. Despite Brad stuffing her mouth so completely full of his firm manhood, Wendy managed to continue swirling her tongue all over his cock's head and shaft inside her mouth, eagerly licking and sucking, without once gagging on his long, wide, hard, throbbing, pulsing, and deliciously tasty man-meat.

Brad was still standing, valiantly fighting the urge to let his knees buckle from the pure pleasure of Wendy sucking his shaft while Jane kissed and nibbled on his ass cheeks. With one final, powerful forward thrust of his muscular thighs, Brad rammed the rest of his thick cock all the way down Wendy's throat, making Wendy moan loudly in his ear with desire to swallow his cream. Pulsing mightily and roaring like a crazed beast, he pumped a deluge of warm, stick, creamy come straight down Wendy's throat and directly into her intestines. The deep, masculine growl that accompanied Brad's orgasm, sent both Jane and Wendy into a deep swoon of passionate desire.

As if reading Wendy's disappointment that his come shot straight down her throat, instead of onto the hungry taste- buds on her tongue, Brad eased his cock partly back out of Wendy's throat, letting the tip of his cock rest on the top of her tongue. He then let his cock pulse and throb in her mouth a little while longer, her still-swirling tongue keeping him hard, until she wrapped her fist around the exposed part of his shaft outside of her mouth, and began sliding her head horizontally forward and back, forward and back, sucking his shaft in then releasing, approaching his thighs and then backing away. Finally, with a loud wail, he came again, this time depositing his love cream directly onto the taste-buds that had been craving a fresh taste of him for over 24 hours, ever since Wendy's tongue had first sucked Brad's sweet, delicious, creamy, sticky two-day-old jism out of Jane's dripping-wet pussy in that Vienna hotel room.

As Brad came (and came and came), he thrust his butt backward, hard against Jane's kissing lips, causing her to kiss the soft, smooth flesh of his ass cheeks even more forcefully. Jane began to alternate her kisses with passionate licks all around the rim of his finely-toned, luscious masculine rear. Even from behind him, Jane could feel the force of Brad's warm come pumping, almost gushing, down Wendy's throat, splattering over the roof of Wendy's mouth, and coating Wendy's thirsty tongue.

When Wendy had sucked every last delicious, creamy drop from Brad's thick, quivering cock, she slowly slid her head back away from his crotch again, her tongue licking hungrily at the soft, smooth underside of his rigid shaft as it throbbed in retreat from her mouth. Just as the very tip of his cock was still resting on the tip of Wendy's tongue, and on the edge of her lips (which still clamped tightly in an O around his cock head), Brad pulsed mightily one final time, and Wendy opened her lips and jaws as wide as she could, sticking her tongue out as far as possible along his shaft, all to catch another large load of his warm, thick cream on her tongue and into her mouth. Only this time, instead of swallowing, she swished his delectable liquid around in her mouth, savoring Brad's tangy flavor like some rare, exotic, imported vintage wine.

With a soft popping sound, Brad's still-throbbing cock now fully retreated outside of Wendy's hungrily-sucking lips, and Wendy protruded her tongue as far as she could, to prolong its contact with his retreating cock head as long as possible. Brad finally stopped trembling from head to toe, and even his non-stop series of deeply-contented moans subsided now. Jane took Brad's retreat from Wendy's mouth as her signal to finally stop devouring her husband's cute little tush. Jane stood up now, and walked naked to stand beside her lover Wendy, directly in front of Brad's still eagerly-wagging 7 inches of rock-solid love muscle.

Wendy gave Brad's cock one final, satisfied lick, then stood up facing Jane, and wrapped her arms and legs around Jane in the most loving embrace.

"Well, my darling Wendy," Jane said, returning Wendy's hug, "You finally got your wish to taste my Brad, to ram his enormous rod all the way down your throat, to catch his spunk straight from his cock and directly onto your taste buds. So tell me, how was he? Was he everything you expected? Everything I told you he would be?" Wendy simply grinned proudly and contentedly at Jane, Brad's final load of spunk still sloshing around in Wendy's satisfied mouth, with a tiny rivulet of thick, white cream slowly streaming out of the corner of her red lips and down her chin. Several previous loads of Brad's come still warmly coated Wendy's entire throat, reminding her of the warm feeling she'd savored after slowly sliding a full snifter's worth of warm brandy down her throat. "Mmmm!" Wendy finally replied, "His 7 inches were just right. His shaft completely filled ny mouth and throat, without over- stuffing me the way my William's 10 inches always did. Did you notice I took him in all the way to his balls, without missing a lick or gagging once?" Wendy asked, beaming proudly at the realization of how talented her tongue and throat muscles were when it came to pleasuring a fine specimen of a man like Brad.

"Yes, I noticed," Jane beamed, "But then, I already knew your tongue's skills from first-hand experience, the way you licked my pussy, made me arch my back and thrust my bush up into your face, the way you made me moan, scream, and just keep coming in one thrashing orgasm after another. The way you turned me from a prim and proper English lady into a moaning, quivering slut who just kept begging for more. I just KNEW that if you could drive ME that crazy, you would have NO trouble taking care of my Brad. But, tell me something?"

"What?"

"Do you miss your William's 10 inches?" Jane asked, gently and lovingly patting Wendy's bare ass with her palm.

"Oh, hell no!" Wendy laughed. "Your Brad's cock gives me EVERYTHING I want and need! His outer skin is soft and smooth, not slimy like my William's. And he knows hoew to satisfy my cravings, the way only YOU have ever done for me before." Wendy punctuated her excited remark with a firm but gentle kiss about halfway up the right side of Brad's spent but still-hard cock, which still proudly jutted straight out in front of him."

"MY Brad? Honey, after what you just did for him, from now on, he's definitely OUR Brad!"

"Mmmm!" Wendy purred at the thought, "I'd REALLY like that! Although I still need OUR Brad to fuck me deep and hard."

"Excuse me?" Brad challenged, "Don't I get any say in this? I'm completely spent right now, I have no more to give. But I promise, my sweet Wendy, from now on, I'll love you every bit as much as I love my wife, every bit as much as she loves both you and me. I promise, you gorgeous blonde goddess, that first thing in the morning, I'll lick and nibble your pussy, tantalize your hot little clit, then stuff your tight, hot, dripping little pussy all full of my hard, pounding, throbbing, thrusting, cock. I'll do all of that and more. I'll personally see to it that you get completely and thoroughly fucked, just the way you desire and deserve. Only, just not tonight, OK?"

Both Wendy and Jane completely ignored Brad's plaintive plea for a brief rest from all the pleasure that the trio had been sharing, and were sure to be sharing again many times in the future.

"So, anyway," Jane continued, "You never answered my question. How do you like the way our Brad TASTES?"

"Come here and give me a kiss," Wendy replied, "and you can taste him for yourself. I saved a mouthful of his seed just for you, and it's still warm!" With that, a few more drops of Brad's thick, white spunk glided provocatively down Wendy's chin, but she still had plenty more swishing around in her mouth.

As Wendy and Jane passionately kissed each other, Wendy opened her mouth slightly, silently inviting Jane's tongue inside. Jane quickly and eagerly accepted the unspoken invitation, jutting her tongue fully into Wendy's mouth, pressing her own lips warmly and tightly against Wendy's, and circling her tongue all the way around her new friend and lover's tongue, deep within Wendy's mouth. As Jane's tongue licked and wrestled with Wendy's, Jane could faintly smell and taste Brad's final load of spunk from his multiple orgasms against Wendy's tongue and throat, as his warm, thick love juice still completely filled Wendy's mouth. Even this faint hint of a taste of her man made Jane moan loudly now, and Jane's moans echoed deeply down Wendy's come-coated throat.

Encouraged by Jane's loud moans of pleasure reverberating inside of her, former would-be terrorist Wendy Warmcox now breathed hard into British spy Jane Bond's lungs, as if trying to revive Jane from drowning. Along with this deep breath, Wendy also filled Jane's mouth with the sweet, creamy, still-warm come that Wendy had been greedily savoring since eagerly sucking it out of Brad's thick, pulsating cock only moments before. Paradoxically, although this flood of her husband's love juice nearly drowned Jane, it did revive her, too.

Now Jane let her Brad's warm spunk, received second-hand from Wendy's mouth, slosh around inside of her cheeks, over the roof of her mouth, and especially over her now- satisfied taste buds. Jane had to agree with Wendy's assessment, that no man's loving tasted sweeter and more soul-satisfying than her own husband's. Jane swallowed about half of her mouthful of come, moaning contentedly as her husband's thick, sticky, steamy spunk glided warmly and smoothly down her throat. Then Jane turned toward Brad, wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his lower back, entwined her legs around his, and pressed her exposed pussy right up against his still semi-hard cock, all the while kissing his lips with a hungry passion. Then Jane slid her tongue deep into Brad's mouth, letting the other half of his own still-warm load of come ooze onto Brad's tongue. The circle was complete now: from Brad's cock, the thick goo had oozed into first Wendy's mouth, then Jane's, and now back into the mouth of Brad, from whose loins it had originated.

"Mmmm!" Brad moaned, savoring the taste of his own spunk mingled with the saliva of the two desperately-hungry naked women before him. "You ladies are right. It IS delicious! So sweet, and so creamy." He smiled and chuckled. "But I still prefer the taste of sweet pussy nectar, fresh from either one of your gorgeous cunts."




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"Mmmm!" Jane replied dreamily at the thought of Brad's swirling tongue and clenching teeth coaxing a flood of her sweet nectar out of her always-excitable pussy. "I'll make a deal with you, STUD! I'll let you suck and nibble on my clit, if you'll let me suck on your cock and swallow your spunk, and I don't mean second-hand from Wendy's mouth, but straight from the source, onto my tongue and the back of my throat."

"Weren't you listening, honey?" Brad pleaded. "I really HAVE nothing more to give tonight!"

Jane took Brad's plaintive cry for rest as a personal challenge. "We'll just see about THAT!" Jane declared, kneeling before Brad, and planting a very brief, fleeting kiss directly onto the tip of his cock head. "You should know by now, after two years of marriage to me, that I can suck you off every bit as good as Wendy just did, no matter HOW tired you might be! I won't say that I can do it BETTER than Wendy, because I'm not in competition with her, or in any way threatened by her. I love Wendy, and I'm not in any way threatened by her talented lips and skilled tongue. Hell, I've LOVED the feel of her talented tongue, the way it makes my pussy feel, and especially the way it coaxes powerful, uncontrollable orgasms out of my clit, one orgasm right after another. But YOU know, and Wendy ALSO knows, from first-hand experience, that my tongue can also coax the come out of ANY cock, and ANY pussy, no matter how exhausted its owner is!

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Jane now playfully shoved Brad flat onto on his back on the carpet, grabbed one of his legs in each of her hands, and spread his legs wide apart. "So just lie back, relax, enjoy what I'm about to do to you and for you, and don't fight it, while I make you horny all over again, and suck a whole HELL of a lot more come out of your beautiful, hard dick!"

Brad knew that he had no choice now but to surrender himself freely and completely to his wife's not-to-be- denied desires. Jane knelt over Brad's naked form, stretched out beneath her, and began swirling her tongue around Brad's balls, which were drained from pumping so much of his seed down Wendy's throat. But Brad realized that Jane's licking would soon enough cause him to refill his ball sac, as he always did in response to all of this loving attention, like the tender licking that his wife was only just beginning to give to him now.

After gently kissing every millimeter of Brad's balls, which were loosely cupped in Jane's hands, British super- spy Jane Bond's lips now covered all of that same territory again, pressing much harder against his fleshy folds this second time. By the time Jane finished this second round of kisses, not only had Brad's balls greatly expanded, but his cock began to visibly lengthen and stiffen, and started to rise skyward with its pulsing. Jane now quickly slurped her tongue from his balls, up the entire length along one side of Brad's semi-hard cock, then teasingly licked her way ever-so-slowly down the other side of his growing shaft, finally licking at the same enlarging balls that she had earlier been kissing.

"See!" Jane smiled as Brad's cock grew still longer and thicker with each lick. "I TOLD you it is futile to try to resist my lust!"

"Listen to her, Brad," Wendy chimed in. "My own tender pussy well knows first-hand, the powerful and irresistible magic of your wife's lusty tongue. You are SSSOOO lucky to have her tongue working you over right now. I do so wish that her tongue was licking and probing at MY CLIT right now, instead of YOUR COCK! Here, let me show you just how HORNY I'm getting, just watching our gorgeous Jane's wonderful tongue, licking at you magnificent cock." And with that, Wendy stood directly above Brad's face, her legs spread in an inverted V, her feet on either side of Brad's head, and her wide-open pussy lips pointing straight down, about three feet above Brad's mouth. Brad's view, looking straight up into the pinkness of Wendy's deepest recesses, combined with the amazing feel of Jane's tongue encircling his balls, now made Brad's cock begin to seriously pulse and twitch with his excitement.

"Don't you DARE get hard on me yet!" Jane cried in mock anger, then laughed merrily. "I want, no I NEED, to feel your cock spring up to its full hardness, INSIDE my mouth!"

"Better hurry then, honey," Brad managed to croak between moans. "Because you and Wendy are getting me hornier by the second."

"Mmmm!" Wendy agreed, looking down at Brad's cock through her own spread legs that still towered over Brad's face. "You look about as hard as a corked baseball bat! And almost as big!"

With that, Jane, still kneeling over Brad's prone form on the carpeted floor, opened her mouth into a big, wide O, and very quickly slid her head all the way down over his already-enormous shaft. When Brad's balls brushed against Jane's tightly-stretched lips, she eagerly lapped her tongue all around him, encircling the base of his shaft, almost but not quite touching her tongue to his balls. Collapsing her cheeks and drawing in her lips past her teeth, Jane sucked in hard, the resulting vacuum pulling his cock head forcefully down against the back of her throat. When Jane felt the flesh surrounding his pee-hole against the back of her throat, she let out a long, contented moan, which vibrated against the entire length of Brad's shaft in her mouth. This was all the pleasure that Brad's cock, and his mind, could stand, and instantly his shaft sprang to full attention, becoming stiff as a steel girder, and hardening to its full seven inch length and three inches around, the tip of his cock pulsing rapidly and excitedly against the muscles at the back of her throat. Even with her mouth so completely stuffed full of warm cock now, Jane still managed to let out an excited moan that was loud enough for their whole neighborhood to hear.

"Oooh," Wendy cooed from her spread-legged position standing above Brad's head, "Did OUR sweet man get all big and hard in your mouth? Let ME see!"

Happy to oblige her first-ever female lover, Jane now rose up away from the floor, backing her lips and tongue completely off of Brad's manhood now, proudly showing off that Jane's talented tongue had made Brad's wildly- pulsating shaft hard enough to point straight up, even without Jane's mouth around it to hold it in that position.

Wendy's long, pale, shapely legs still towered above Brad's face, and she peered down and backward between her legs to admire Jane's handiwork, to admire the way Brad's seven manly inches pointed straight up into the air. This view made Wendy so excited, that she quickly jammed two fingers into her pussy, while simultaneously rubbing her thumb back and forth on her clit.

With Wendy's face still bent down to peer between her own long, luscious legs, staring intently at Brad's thick, quivering love muscle, Jane decided to put on a real show for Wendy now. Jane tantalizingly swirled her tongue around the base of Brad's cock, scrupulously avoiding all contact with his engorged balls. After Jane's tongue had slowly circled around the entire circumference of his pole, she slid her lips and tongue only a few millimeters up his shaft, and she slowly circled his circumference again at this new point. Jane continued to slowly spiral her tongue up and around his baseball bat, in a pattern resembling the red-and-white stripes going up a barber pole., until she reached the very tip of his cock head. Jane smiled proudly, for even without directly touching it, all of Jane's passionate licking had already succeeded in making the single eye at the tip of Brad's trouser snake wide open with desire. So, curling her tongue up as narrow as she could, Jane pointed the tip of her tongue directly into the large opening of his cock head, and proceeded to lick the INSIDE of his cock head. Now Jane withdrew her tongue from the inside of Brad's one-eyed wonder worm, opened her lips into a tight O, and sucked only the purple, mushroom-shaped helmet of his cock, just past her teeth.

Jane's performance art upon Brad was just too much for her one-woman audience, and Wendy slid her own probing fingers back out of her hungry cunt now, letting her first drop of come drip straight down out of her wide-open slit. Looking up from directly beneath Wendy, Brad watched, in what seemed to him like slow motion, as that first drop gradually descended through the air between Wendy's endless, creamy-white legs, that single magic drop of sweet pussy nectar slowly dripping down toward his face. Just as that first luscious drop from Wendy's nethermost regions was about to plop straight down into Brad's left eye, he extended his tongue out as far as he could, like a frog's tongue trying to catch a distant fly, and Brad caught Wendy's drip on the very tip of his tongue. Retracting his tongue into his mouth, Brad savored the marvelous, tangy taste of his wife's statuesque blonde lover, who would soon enough be his lover, too.

With just Brad's cock helmet inside her lips, and about six more inches of highly-tempting cock between her lips and Brad's abdomen, Jane stuck her tongue out as far down the length of Brad's shaft as she could, so Wendy could see Jane's tongue eagerly licking all along Brad's thick, rock- hard shaft just outside of her lips.

"My GOD, Jane," Wendy shrieked in excitement, "I REALLY, REALLY, wish that long tongue of yours was probing way up inside my pussy, right NOW!"

"Hey, beautiful!" Brad called out, "MY tongue's not busy, Wendy. Park that pretty little pink, dripping pussy of yours right here on my face, babe, and I'll be happy to eat you out until you explode your come all over me, just as long as Jane never stops sucking the spunk out of my cock while I eat you up!"

"You JEWEL!" Wendy cooed. "Your tongue on my clit, while I watch Jane suck you to a screaming, thrashing orgasm, is JUST what I need right now! JUST what I need, to relieve the aching horniness, that tingling LUST, that's already reaching deep into my soul!"

Wendy turned around now, so that her face would be looking toward Jane sucking on Brad's cock while Wendy sat on his face. Now Wendy stepped forward one pace, planting her feet so that they straddled Brad's chest. This way, as she knelt down, Wendy's bending knees let her wide-open, desperately- horny cunt descend straight down onto Brad's soft lips and firm tongue.

When Wendy's excited little pussy was still about 3 inches above Brad's face, he jutted his tongue straight up inside the gaping oval space between her wide-stretched outer pussy lips, passionately licking the ever-increasing dew off of Wendy's inner walls. Brad placed both of his hands on Wendy's curvy hips, and slowly lowered Wendy down onto his face, his tongue sliding ever deeper into her velvety love chamber as he continued to pull her down closer to him. Finally, Wendy's fully-stretched pussy lips were pressed firmly against Brad's soft, warm, tender lips, and his tongue freely explored every millimeter of her slick, tasty walls, probing her inner depths with all the impatient curiosity of a child. Meanwhile, Brad's lips eagerly but tenderly kissed all around the petal-soft folds surrounding Wendy's pussy lips, and his roaming hands clutched and delicately massaged her tight, firm, round ass cheeks, which rested on Brad's nose--in fact, the tip of Brad's nose nuzzled the inside of Wendy's delicate ass crack.

While Brad was busily devouring Wendy, Jane continued to kneel over Brad, drooping her head down over his smooth, muscular thighs, slowly sucking more and more of Brad's endless shaft up into her hungry mouth, as Wendy watched Jane's performance, unobstructed, from her perch atop Brad's face. As Wendy watched Jane ravenously devour Brad's long, thick manhood, her own excitement grew, and Wendy began to rock her wide-open pussy forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, along Brad's lips, causing his tongue to make long, sweeping licks, starting from Wendy's puckered rectum, and continuing all the way up to her fully- extended, eagerly-throbbing, desperately-anticipating clit.

After a few of these long, teasing licks over the whole length of Wendy's pussy, Brad grabbed her hips to stop her rocking, and concentrated all of his licking on Wendy's hot, horny, growing clit. After about a dozen such licks directly on her pleasure center, Wendy's tasty clit had fully emerged out of hiding, and Brad simply couldn't resist sucking Wendy's sweet love button all the way up past his lips and teeth, sucking hard on her, and then gradually replacing his passionate licks with his teeth's tender nibbles on her clit. Brad's nibbling made Wendy moan very loudly, and resume bucking forward and back over her face, her desperate need to come causing Wendy to pant loudly in long, labored breaths.

Next, Brad rubbed his nose over Wendy's clit several times, then shoved both his nose and tongue up into Wendy's wide- open slit, while pinching and rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Wendy's breathing now turned to rapid, shallow breaths, foretelling the shuddering, head-to- toe orgasm that was just moments away from wracking her whole lustfully-quivering body. Maybe Wendy could barely breathe now, but she sure could moan between her short, rapid breaths and Brad's slurping licks on her clit: "Ohhhhh! Oh, GGGGODDD! Ooooo! Uhhhh!" Then softly, whispered: "Uh, huh. Oh, yeah, right there!" Then back to full volume: "Right THERE! RRRIGHTTT TTHHERRRE! Ohhhh! Ohh, that's so GOOOOD! It feels so GOOOOOOD! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm- hhhhmmmm!"

Hearing Wendy's moans and cries, Wendy's desperation to come, yet her valiant effort to prolong the pleasure, Jane increased her own pressure and enthusiasm in sucking Brad's cock, and soon she had Brad moaning every bit as loudly as Wendy.

As Wendy bounced her pussy eagerly and rapidly up and down on Brad's terrifically-talented tongue, she absent-mindedly surveyed the room, and then began to realize that everybody's sexual needs and desires were being lovingly attended to, except Jane's. Wendy quickly resolved to remedy that oversight, and she began to slide her long, thin middle finger slowly, delicately, and lovingly along the entire length of the outside of Jane's slick, juicy, steamy pussy slit.

Not to be outdone, Brad slid his index finger between Jane's soft, round ass cheeks, probing deep inside her tight, puckered little ass hole.

With Wendy's finger up her pussy, Brad's finger up her ass, and Brad's solid 7 inches of pulsing, throbbing cock jammed down her throat, now Jane, too, loudly and happily joined the chorus of ecstatic moans filling their bedroom, turning Wendy and Brad's happy, lusty duet into a sweet trio of long, drawn-out, breathlessly-panting moans and sighs: "Ohhh!" and "Mmmm!"

Wendy was the first to quake from head to toe, flowing a tasty river of her sweet nectar out past the hard nub of her swollen clit, thickly oozing onto her sparse, curly wisps of blonde pussy hair, onto her smooth and creamy- white thighs, and onto Brad's nose and tongue, which were pressed up tightly against her wide-open slit. Wendy's trembling orgasm was accompanied by short, staccato bursts of "Uh! Uh! Ho! OH, YES! YES! Uh!"

With Brad's thick, rigid cock jammed all the way down Jane's throat, Jane resumed hungrily, lustfully licking all along the shaft that so completely filled her mouth, even as Wendy continued moaning, sighing, trembling, and coming. When she felt the entire top side of Brad's shaft pulse mightily and eagerly up against the roof of her mouth, Jane backed her hungrily-sucking lips about two inches off of the base of Brad's 7-inch shaft, backing her head away just enough to move his cock head out of her throat and onto the top of her tongue. Just as Jane had hoped, Brad's cock now jerked one final time, forcefully splattering his thick streams of come directly onto every one of her tongue's taste buds.

For some strange reason that Jane couldn't quite fathom, Brad's juices tasted sweeter, creamier, and smoother now, than they had only a short time before, when Jane had kissed and sucked Brad's deposited come out of Wendy's mouth. Maybe it was the force of all that come blasting so powerfully, directly out of his long and thick love muscle, that made it seem to taste even better now. Or maybe it was the fact that she was tasting him on every single taste bud of her tongue, all at the same time. Or could the sweeter, creamier taste be because it was not diluted by Wendy's saliva and hot breath? Perhaps what made Brad so much tastier this time around, was Jane's wonderful, soul- satisfying feeling of triumphant success, for having the skill, talent, and expertise to suck so much come out of an already overly-exhausted cock that seemingly had no more to give. Or maybe all of these factors, and more, combined to make Brad's orgasm taste so good to Jane.

All that Jane knew for certain at this point, was that she had never known a taste more delicious than the warm, sticky come that now filled her mouth and coated her tongue.

Swallowing hard, Jane let Brad's sheer volume of spunk glide warmly, smoothly, and effortlessly down her throat, as she loudly licked and smacked her satisfied and gratified lips against Brad's still-pulsating instrument of pleasure.

Now it was only Jane who had yet to erupt in full, spectacular, soul-satisfying orgasm, as Wendy and Brad had just done. And it was Brad's turn to remedy this problem. Still lying flat on his back, Brad pushed forward with his feet and slid his tight, naked butt across the carpet, until his mouth was aligned directly under Jane's hungry, dripping cunt. Brad then sat up, propping himself on his elbows, licking frantically at the wide-open oval of Jane's slit. Desperately wanting to join this new source of fun, Wendy lay her magnificent naked body down beside Brad's, then she also sat up, and joined Brad in licking the gathering dew from Jane's inner walls. Now both tongues moved up to simultaneously lick at Jane's clit, sending Jane's legs and hips into fits of uncontrolled, indeed completely uncontrollable, writhing on their carpeted bedroom floor.

When Brad and Wendy bumped heads in their eagerness to simultaneously lick at Jane's hot, hard little love button, they agreed to alternate their attention on Jane, each of Jane's two lovers taking one long, slow lick over her clit before letting the other have another turn. With all of this attention on her clit, it wasn't long before Jane began wildly but rhythmically bouncing her finely-toned ass up and down on the carpet, arching her back ever higher, pressing her pussy tighter up into Wendy's and Brad's faces each time Jane bucked more forcefully upward.

When Jane's back seemingly couldn't arch her pussy up any higher, Wendy took advantage of Jane's upward thrust into her face, to begin playfully nibbling on Jane's clit, making Jane ready and eager to flood Wendy's mouth and throat with her orgasmic flow. But just before Jane went over the top with her desires, she somehow managed to maintain enough presence of mind to realize that Wendy had eaten her out at least half a dozen times in the preceding 24 hours, while her own husband, Brad, hadn't tasted his wife's sweetness in 4 days. So summoning up all her strength and willpower, Jane forced herself to hold back her impending series of thrashing, moaning orgasms until Wendy pulled away, and Brad's tongue once more took Wendy's place at licking on Jane's clit. Jane was grateful that Brad now chose to imitate Wendy. After one long, slow slurp along the whole length of Jane's clit, Brad also started nibbling on Jane's pleasure center, as Wendy had been doing only moments before.

Wendy, Brad, and Jane all knew that Jane's shuddering climax was now only moments away.

Jane's breathing turned to loud, rapid panting, almost hyperventilating with her own excitement. Brad knew Jane well enough, after two years of marriage, to know exactly what to do next. First, Brad sucked Jane's entire clit as far up into his mouth as possible, then he clamped his teeth down firmly but gently, biting down on Jane's excitedly-swollen clit.




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This pushed Jane over the edge, and she could no longer hold back even if she wanted to. Brad felt the pressure of Jane's release against the inside of his sucked-in cheeks, and he tasted her tangy nectar as it oozed creamily onto his tongue and spurted up against the roof of his mouth. As the big, wide-open oval of Jane's satisfied slit came and came and came, up into Brad's mouth, all the while Jane squirmed and convulsed from head to toe, arching her back up toward the ceiling, thrusting and rotating her hips up and down and side to side, desperately, frantically trying to force her entire steamy, flowing pussy down Brad's throat. Throughout her rapid series of full-body orgasms, Jane's fingers and palms eagerly, hungrily, and rapidly massaged her own breasts, and tweaked her own nipples. With each new orgasm that Brad's talented tongue and nibbling teeth coaxed out of her clit, Jane screamed "Unnnggghhh! YYYEEESSSSS!" in ear-piercing ecstasy, directly into Brad's ear.

As she watched Brad's tongue and teeth make Jane Bond's clit come so forcefully and repeatedly, Wendy Warmcox smiled contentedly. Wendy knew that she now had everything any woman could ever want: a happily-married couple who both loved her with all their hearts and souls, and with whom she not only had just shared, but would continue to enjoy for the rest of her life, the most amazing, physically and spiritually nourishing sex of her life. Wendy Warmcox had another reason to smile now, and to feel content right down to her inner-most soul: Wendy had a small fortune made from being the inventor of the World Wide Web, and she knew that she would always happily and generously share and mingle that income with Jane Bond's and husband Brad's comfortable income as British spies. And Wendy would soon be taking her estranged husband, terrorist arms merchant W, to divorce court, and in the process, she would likely amass a second huge fortune from the profits of W's illegal gun business.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 11



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

The next morning, British super-spy Jane Bond awakened to hear her telephone ringing. Still drowsy, she felt sore but refreshed after a night of sharing her bed with both her husband Brad and her first female lover, Wendy Warmcox. Stretching, and rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes, Jane paused before answering the phone, to look around contentedly.

Jane had been sleeping on her right side, completely naked, in the center of their Queen-size bed, her feet propped-up on her pillow, and her head at the foot of the bed. Sprawled in front of Jane, facing her in a 69 position, was the 5'8" blonde bombshell Wendy, whose 40-inch breasts rested against Jane's stomach. But more importantly for Jane's sense of well-being, the soft red lips of Wendy's sensuous mouth rested lovingly against Jane's deeply- contented pussy. For her part, Jane had fallen asleep with her own mouth pressed tightly against the wispy blonde curls above Wendy's juicy slit. Turning her head to peer over her left shoulder, Jane saw that her handsome husband, Brad, lay sleeping directly behind her, spoon fashion, his feet also propped-up on his own pillow, and his semi- flaccid cock still pressed up into the crack between her ass cheeks. Jane sighed and purred with contentment, not only for waking up in this wonderful manner, but for the realization that EVERY morning would find her sharing her two incredible lovers, one male and one female, for the rest of her life.

The incessant jangling of the telephone brought Jane out of her daydreams now. The call was from Miss Moneypenny, at MI- 6 (British Intelligence) headquarters.

"Hi, Jane. Moneypenny here. First, I want to welcome you back to London."

"Thanks, Miss Moneypenny."

"I trust you enjoyed Vienna?"

Moneypenny's question made Jane think back to her first love-making session with Wendy, in her Vienna hotel room. Jane had begun with a series of long, slow licks back and forth over Wendy's sweet little clit, causing Wendy's love button to grow longer and harder, and Wendy's moans to grow louder, with each lick. Wendy had reciprocated by darting her tongue rapidly across Jane's clit. This had caused Jane to buck her hips rapidly up into Wendy's face, down onto the mattress, then back up against Wendy's tongue. Wendy had then run her fingers through the tight curls in Jane's thick, lush carpet of brown-black pussy fur, a real contrast to Wendy's own sparse blonde wisps. Both ladies had then begun circling their tongues around each other's clit, and then darting quickly in and out of each other's slit after every third or fourth lick over the clit. Jane smiled to herself now as she recalled how quickly both women had reached a crescendo of thrashing orgasm, gyrating their hips, bucking their pussies up into the air and back down again, and moaning loudly.

But it had not ended there. Wendy had circled her tongue all the way around Jane's clit about three more times, then curled up her tongue and drove it as deeply as she could inside of Jane's hungry, dripping, slicked-up little slit. Jane had forcefully bucked her hips up into Wendy's face again, but this time left her pussy pressed high against Wendy's face, and began to come. Jane's juices had just kept flowing onto Wendy's lips and tongue, and before Jane's own supply had completely dried up, she had released the rest of her Brad's own deeply-entrapped, three-day-old cock juice from the innermost recesses of her cunt, deep down Wendy's throat.

"Yes," Jane grinned into the phone, "I enjoyed Vienna VERY much!"

"Good, good. I also wanted to let you know, we received W's guns that you shipped to us, and they've already been destroyed. They won't be going to the IRA, the PLO, or any other TLA."

"TLA? Terrorist Liberation Army?"

"No, silly, TLA. Three-Letter Acronym. Like PLO. Oh, forget it! Anyway, no TLA will ever have THESE guns!"

"That IS good news -- STOP that!"

"Stop what, Jane?"

"Not you, Moneypenny--mmmm, that feels so GOOD!"

"Sorry, Jane, I didn't think. You've been away from your husband for 4 days now. Did I interrupt you and Brad in the middle of something?"

"Not Brad. It's Wendy. Tee-hee. You've REALLY got to STOP that!"

"Wendy? Wendy WHO?"

"Wendy Warmcox--Mmmmm! You know, the wife of the arms dealer W, the guy I confiscated the guns from. Yes, THAT Wendy---Ohhhh, Wendy! Mmmmm!"

"So, what is this Wendy person doing, that's got you giggling and moaning so much?"

"Well, she was gently kissing in a big circle all the way around my bare breast. But right now, she's--STOP THAT, Wendy! (giggle)--she's nibbling on my--ha, ha!--NIPPLE! And she's getting it--hee-hee-hee, that--mmmm!--tickles--so BIG (giggle) and HARD--uhhh-huhhh! Ooooo! You really MUST stop it!"

"I don't know, Jane, it sounds like FUN to me! Why on EARTH would you want her to STOP?"

"Well, I don't REALLY want her to stop--mmmm! If you don't stop that, Wendy, I swear I'm going to--um, anyway, it's just that I---ooooo!--can't concentrate on this-- unnnggghhh!--phone conversation If she keeps--ohhhh! Cut that out, pleeeeease! I swear you're--mmmm!-- Going to make me--"

"What's going on, Jane?"

"Wendy just moved down from my nipples, and now she's licking on my--mmmm! Ooooh!--you've GOT to stop that--tee- hee-hee--and now she's licking--oh, my GGGGOD! I'm going to--she's licking on my--on my--MY, OH MY!--on my--my-- CLIT! Mmmmm! Wennnn-DEEE! You're going to make me--"

"She's going to make you do WHAT?" Moneypenny asked, fascinated, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear Jane say it aloud anyway.

"Gonna make me--make me--I'm already starting to--I'm almost there! Almost! Just lick a LITTLE bit more! Staring to-- lick me a LITTLE bit harder! Almost going to--Harder! ALLLL-MMOST--mmmm, yes, RIGHT there, darling!--mmmm!--Oh, God, I'm almost--now I AM--Yes! YYYEEESSS! Oh, God, I'm CUHHH-MMMING!"

Wendy grabbed the phone away from Jane, and told Moneypenny, "Mmmm! And her juice tastes DELICIOUS!" Wendy set the phone down between Jane's legs, and returned to her licking, purposely letting out a loud, exaggerated slurp against Jane's now-fully-extended clit, making sure that her licking could be heard clearly over the phone.

Jane grabbed the phone back, and just as she was attempting to resume her conversation with Miss Moneypenny, Wendy's relentless tongue pursued a different agenda.

"Oh--my--GOD!" Jane shouted, "That was the most powerful, intense, WONDERFUL orgasm, that I ever--oh, please DON'T! Oh, please STOP! NNNOOO, don't! No, STOP! No, DON'T! Stop! No, don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, Wendy, please don't EVER stop! Oh, Wendy, your tongue on my clit is just so--just so--INCREDIBLE! Mmmm!"

"Keep talking, Jane," Moneypenny said, "We're listening."

"WE? Who the hell is WE!"

"I put you on the speaker phone. EVERYBODY in the office is listening to this! It's just too good, NOT to listen!"

"No! No! I don't WANT everyone lis--Ohhh! Unggghh! Ooooo!-- listening! Ohhh, I think I'm gonna--YES, one more time--I'm going to do it AGAIN! She's making me--uhhhh!--I'm going to--wwwoooohhh!--gonna CREAM all over--mmmm!--Wendy's mouth--GGGODD!--mouth, AGAIN!--I'm coming! Here I--CUHHH- MMM! Ohhhh!"

Once more, Wendy grabbed the phone out of Jane's hands, and again placed it on the bed between Jane's wide-spread legs and raised knees. All that Moneypenny could hear now, between Jane's long, low moans of pleasure, was the loud slurping of Wendy's tongue eagerly, hungrily lapping at Jane's hot, hard, oozing clit, and the excited smacking and squishing resonating from deep within Jane's satisfied pussy. Moneypenny could almost picture the ceaseless stream of sweet, creamy nectar that now flowed out of Jane's tight, hot slit, thickly oozing onto Jane's dark thighs, and dripping down onto their pale-blue bed-sheets.

As Jane finally calmed down, she could hear over the phone, a chorus of clapping, cheering, cat-calls, and wolf whistles. Jane felt so proud now, that her intense orgasms could so thoroughly entertain an audience. Wendy was prouder still, for it was her talented tongue which had coaxed this series of powerful, quaking, thrashing, loud, moaning, screaming orgasms out of Jane's pussy in the first place, so it was really Wendy who was the cause of this audience's enjoyment.

Jane's quivering body continued to quake with one orgasm after another, for what seemed to her like hours, but was really just a few minutes. Jane's multiple orgasms continued to wash in wave after wave over Jane's entire body, even long after Wendy had already withdrawn her lapping tongue from Jane's clit, and her probing fingers from Jane's depths.

Jane just couldn't stop the flood of warm come that continued to pour and ooze thickly out of her gorgeous, tender, sexy, extremely-tight slit, and Jane just lay there, panting in deep, loud breaths.

Wendy picked up the phone again, and placed it against Jane's mouth, so that all listeners on the other end could hear Jane's loud panting. This produced a second chorus of applause and cat-calls, which didn't stop until Jane finally calmed down, breathing normally again. At last, Jane's still-throbbing pussy had ceased its seemingly- endless flow of love juices, and gorgeous super-spy Jane Bond could resume discussing spy business with Miss Moneypenny.

While Jane Bond was sitting up in bed and having this telephone conversation, Wendy Warmcox was not quite finished creating mischief and mayhem in Brad and Jane's bed. Now Wendy noticed that Jane's loud, thrashing, screaming series of orgasms had left Brad extremely hard and desperately horny. "Here, Brad, let me take care of that for you," Wendy cooed, flicking her tongue lightly, delicately against the very tip of Brad's cock head, then slurping loudly up and down the entire length of his pulsating shaft. Brad's cock pulsing strongly against her face made Wendy's pussy very randy now.

"Mmmm!" Wendy groaned, "Your cock, and your spunk, taste EXTREMELY delicious. But I have yet to feel you slipping into me, and banging my hungry walls. I REALLY need you in me, RIGHT NOW! Please, PLEASE, slip it in--and HURRY! I NEED you to fuck me NOW, before I COME all by myself!"

Brad happily obliged Wendy's request to finally enter her pussy, which had for so long hungered for the deep thrusting of his thick, loving cock. He climbed between Wendy's raised knees, pressing his huge cock head hard up against Wendy's open and moist pussy lips. Wendy softly, tenderly, lovingly, passionately, and breathlessly whispered in Brad's ear: "Give it to me."

As his entire fleshy helmet, and the first inch of Brad's rigid shaft, slid past Wendy's wide-stretched pussy lips, Wendy flexed and squeezed her pussy muscles tightly against his warm, wonderful, welcome, invading love tool, and she again breathlessly panted in his ear for him to "Give it to me."

Brad's powerful thighs thrust down even lower between Wendy's own cream-white thighs, pushing another inch of his thick cock down against the tightness of her inner walls.

"Give it to me," Wendy whispered again. As she felt the friction of yet another inch pressing tightly into her, Wendy repeated her whispered request, a little louder this time: "Give it to me."

As Brad continued to very slowly slide himself even deeper into Wendy's warm, moist, invitingly-juicy slit, Wendy's request soon turned into a sort-of a Medieval monk's chant: "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me." As her volume increased, Wendy's repeatedly-chanted request began to sound more like a demand: "Give it to me!"

As yet another inch of Brad's long, thick cock pushed down hard into her hungry pussy, Wendy now began to sound like the cheerleader she once was, although it is doubtful that any high-school football team was ever cheered on the way Wendy was now cheering at Brad: "Give it to me, give it to me, yes, yes, YES! Give it to me, give it to me, yes, yes, YES!"

When Brad's entire seven inches were finally pressed all the way down into Wendy's tight, juicy slit, Brad began reversing direction, withdrawing his shaft all the way out to the fleshy helmet at the end, then slowly pumping his one-eyed wonder worm in and out of Wendy's slicked-up snatch. Wendy remembered one of the actual football cheers she had learned in high school, and, deciding it was appropriate for the occasion, she enthusiastically cheered: "Do it again! Do it again! Harder! HARDER! Do it again! Do it again! Harder! HARDER!"

Brad now picked-up the pace of his deep in-and-out thrusts, accompanied by Wendy's cheerleading cries of "Do it again! Do it again! Harder! HARDER!" Soon, all of his banging and thrusting had the desired effect. Wendy's cheers died down, and all that her growing excitement let her say now was a weakly-whimpered plea for Brad to "Fuck me, sweetie."

Brad thrust in and retreated, and Wendy again whimpered "Fuck me." Another deep thrust, another slow retreat. Another softly-moaned, only slightly-louder, "Fuck me." Slow downward thrust, throb, pulse, rapid upward retreat. A louder moan, "Mmmm! Yeah, baby! FUCK me!" Thrust again, pause, push that extra bit even deeper, pause again, then another slow retreat, followed by Wendy's loud scream to "GIVE it to me!" Thrust inward again, slightly faster this time, then swift upward retreat. A louder moan of "Fuck me!" A quick downward slide back in, then just as quickly back out again. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me!" she half- pleaded, half-demanded. Wendy's contracting pussy muscles clamped down tightly, firmly, holding Brad's thick shaft in its vise-like grip, momentarily preventing any further retreat, then released him. Another extremely-rapid retreat, then even more swiftly plunging back into her depths, accompanied by Wendy's now ear-piercing scream to "FUCK ME!"

Jane could barely hear Moneypenny on the phone now, with all of the noise that Wendy and Brad were making beside her on the bed. The two people with whom Jane had so often loved to make love one-on-one, were now loudly fucking EACH OTHER silly, for the very first time ever.

"Mmmm!" Brad moaned, "Your sweet pussy is SO tight, and SO hot, and SSOOO wet!" His cock completed another flash thrust in and out, accompanied by Wendy locking her legs and feet around Brad's bare butt, and another of her loud, drawn-out screams to "FFFUUUCK ME!" Brad and Wendy's desires had now reached over the top, and thick, milky- white cream shot relentlessly out of his cock, as her flexing pussy muscles released her own sweet liquid passion. Their rapidly-flowing juices became thoroughly- blended as they oozed out onto Wendy's creamy-white, silky- smooth thighs. "Yes!" Wendy shrieked in Jane's ear, drowning out whatever Moneypenny was trying to tell Jane over the phone. "Yes! Yes! YYYEEESSS! Mmmmmmmm!"

Wendy's face glowed now, and her smile beamed from ear to ear, for Jane Bond had not at all overstated, what a terrific lover her Brad would make for Wendy's starving pussy, which Wendy's arms dealer husband, W, had too-long neglected.

Brad and Wendy's loud, thrashing, simultaneous orgasms finally subsided, just in time for Jane to hear (and for Wendy to overhear) the tail-end of what Moneypenny had been saying over the phone: "I've set up several VERY important meetings for your Brad to attend tomorrow, with lawyers and publicists, to discuss the divorce of William Walker and Wendy Warmcox."

Jane politely thanked Moneypenny for her help with Wendy's divorce case, then hung up the phone. Jane now chastised both Brad and Wendy, not so much for drowning-out her conversation with their loud moans and screams, as for not including her in their just-completed love-play.

Wendy's only reply was to grin like a cat who just swallowed a canary.

Jane snuggled in between Brad and Wendy's warm, freshly- fucked bodies, and purring like a contented kitten, she began kissing her way down first Brad's hunky body, and then down the naked goddess Wendy, causing Wendy to purr as contentedly as Jane was.

Scrutinizing Wendy's contented smile, neither Jane nor Brad could tell for certain now, how much of her ecstatic, soul- satisfied smile was due to the incredibly-passionate "first fuck" loving that Brad's undeniable skills had just given her, and how much was due to the news that very soon, Wendy would FINALLY be free of her loveless, lustless marriage to her unfaithful ex, William Walker.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 12



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

All day, Wendy Warmcox couldn't stop thinking about the way she had sucked off Brad's cock last night, and how sweet and tangy his rich cream had tasted on her tongue. Nor could she forget, even if her throbbingly-sore pussy would let her forget, the wonderful pounding that Brad had given her that very morning. She also couldn't forget her fascination while watching Brad's wife, British super-spy Jane Bond, suck even more love juice out of Brad, even long after he was spent from all that sex with both women.

That next day, Jane Bond, too, couldn't forget how good it had felt to swallow her husband's warm, sweet, delicious love cream again, for the first time in four days, last night. Jane kept remembering, in snippets of daydreams, how exciting it had been to watch her own lover, Wendy, giving her husband so much pleasure. Nor could Jane forget how terrific both Brad's and Wendy's tongues had felt on her own hot, horny little clit.

Brad had never even dared to dream of having two women loving him so much. Two women who were so similar in personalities and sexual appetites, being half-sisters, yet so different in physical appearance, having different mothers. Brad's wife, Jane, was short, only 5'2", about 10 pounds over her ideal weight, but still very attractive, especially the wide areolas and long, hard nipples capping her firm, magnificent 36-C breasts. Jane had wavy brown- black hair, cut to shoulder length, and a dark Latin- American complexion, still so smooth and wrinkle-free even at age 48, which made her dark, slender legs look so very inviting, especially when they wrapped around his waist or his neck in the heat of passion.

By contrast, Wendy was tall, 5'8", with straight, ass- length light-blonde hair, and although her breasts measured in at 40 inches, Wendy's areolas and nipples were smaller than Jane's. Wendy's skin-tone was very pale, a creamy white, and her legs were much longer than Jane's. Even at age 32, Wendy could pass for a fashion super-model. To Brad's amazement, not only were these women beautiful, smart, funny, and fun to be with, but both women seemed to love each other, and him, with all of their heart and souls, as well as with all of their passionate lust.

And although Brad never even considered the idea before, he now knew that he was deeply in love with, and fully committed to, both women. He felt a warm glow of proud contentment at the realization that both women would be sharing his life, his home, and his bed, for the rest of his life. Of course, if every night was to be as passionate as last night, Brad might not last that much longer before the joy of having two women wore him out. Oh, well, at least he would die with a smile on his face!

Jane took Wendy with her to her desk at MI-6 spy headquarters that day. Jane wasn't quite sure why, maybe she secretly thrilled to show off her stunningly-beautiful new female lover to her coworkers, especially to the males who could only drool and stare. Jane could see all of her male coworkers fighting-off trouser tents all day, all of them lusting for Wendy, and all of them knowing deep down that they had not the remotest chance of ever getting to first base with the ravishing and ravenous Wendy Warmcox. Every last man at MI-6 envied Jane for already having made love with Wendy many times over the past few days. Jane knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help feeling thrilled that she had already brought to multiple orgasms, the one woman whom all these men were now fantasizing about, but could never have.

With Wendy at her side listening-in, Jane Bond spent the entire day on the telephone with publicists, planting juicy stories with the tabloid press about the upcoming divorce of World Wide Web developer Wendy Warmcox and terrorist arms merchant William "W" Walker. Jane's phone calls that day, would soon enough produce such headlines as:

EVEN A YEAR SHAGGING IN HOTEL ROOM COULDN'T SAVE TERRORIST'S MARRIAGE

ARMS DEALER IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO WITH MYSTERIOUS REDHEAD

"BLACK WIDOW" INVENTED "THE WEB", GETS SET TO DEVOUR EX-MATE

WORLD WIDE WEB INVENTOR TO EX-HUBBY: "ROT IN JAIL, YOU CHEATING B***TARD!"

TERRORIST ARMS MERCHANT "SHOT-DOWN" BY ANGRY INTERNET GAZILLONAIRESS

INTERNET GAZILLIONAIRESS TO BECOME RICHER FROM EX'S TERRORISM FUNDS

HOTEL MANAGER: MYSTERIOUS REDHEAD PREFERRED FELLATIO TO LIFE AS TERRORIST

"OTHER WOMAN" IN INTERNET-WEAPONS DIVORCE LEAVES TERRORISTS FOR TRYST WITH HOTEL MANAGER

REDHEAD TERRORIST PREFERS ARMS OF HOTEL MANAGER TO FIRE-ARMS BOUGHT FROM "MISS INTERNET'S" EX

TERRORIST'S DIVORCE FOILS LATEST BELFAST BOMB PLOT

Jane and Wendy left the office early, to spend the afternoon and early evening shopping together.

For his part, Brad spent the entire day meeting with lawyers, to help prepare Wendy's divorce case from her estranged husband William Walker, AKA the terrorist weapons merchant "W." He arrived home before Jane and Wendy did, and took that opportunity to spread legal papers all over his desk, taking copious notes on a big, yellow legal pad. So absorbed with these documents was Brad, that he didn't even hear Jane and Wendy come home, and he was only vaguely aware of their girlish giggling from the upstairs bedroom as the two women in his life tried on the matching outfits they had just purchased. He was still so busily working, that again he did not see or hear Jane and Wendy as they quietly entered his study.

"Are you going to join us in bed?" Wendy and Jane giggled in unison.

Not bothering to look up, Brad mumbled, "I just need to work on this another half hour."

Jane walked around behind Brad's swiveling desk chair, and snatched the pen out of his right hand. Facing Brad and leaning way over his desk, dangling her enormous breasts directly in Brad's face, Wendy picked up Brad's yellow legal pad and placed it just out of his reach, commenting huskily, "All work and no play, makes Brad a dull boy!"

With that, Wendy plunked her enormous boom box atop Brad's desk, and switched on her cassette tape of Amy Grant singing "Baby, baby."

Meanwhile, Jane had walked back around to the front of Brad's desk, standing beside Wendy as both women now gazed lovingly and longingly at Brad.

Brad finally lifted his head to look at Wendy and Jane, and now wished that he had noticed them earlier. His cock began to stir now in appreciation for their identical outfits, consisting of a buttoned-up mustard-yellow blazer jacket, like those that realtors wear. These jackets were paired with shimmering, glittery gold skirts, which zipped closed downward over their butts at the back, and barely reached down to the tops of their thighs. The finishing touch was the soft, smooth, white-leather go-go-boots, which zipped up the sides, and reached up almost to the hemline of their very short gold skirts. Brad could see maybe two inches of exposed flesh at the very tops of each woman's silky thighs, between the tops of their thigh-high white boots and the hems of their micro mini-skirts.

"Baby, baby, I'm taken with emotions," the tape began. Wendy and Jane stood with their legs apart, swaying their hip to the rhythm of the music, and unbuttoning their blazers. They both flashed open the left lapel of their blazers, each revealing the left cup of her shimmering gold bra, which matched her glittery gold skirt. Brad could see that their bra cups were outlined with sparkling gold beads that dangled down toward their bare midriffs. Now they just as hurriedly closed their left lapels and flashed open their right lapels, revealing their similarly-decorated right bra cups to Brad's appreciative and admiring gaze. The beads outlining their bras jangled melodiously as both woman rocked to the music.

"To love you with the sweetest devotion," the song continued.

Both women turned their backs to Brad now, and teasingly slid their yellow blazers off their shoulders while gazing over their shoulders at Brad, as if to ask whether he wanted them to continue. Brad nodded an enthusiastic yes to their unspoken question, so Jane and Wendy both quickly slid their jackets down off their arms. Both women tossed their jackets over their shoulders, onto the top of Brad's desk. He picked up their jackets, briefly inhaled their intoxicating perfume, than riveted his attention on the strip-tease show that his wife and her lover were now putting on for his benefit.

As he watched their hips gyrating, Brad admired the narrow band across the back of their gold bras, and he wished that he could be kissing his way down both exposed backs, down to the tops of their barely-there gold skirts. These short skirts sparkled as Jane and Wendy swayed their hips, and the high hemlines nicely accented their curvaceous rears, shapely thighs, and tall white go-go-boots. Brad's heart started to race, his throat grew dry and parched, his forehead beaded with sweat, and Brad was glad now for the desk that hid his growing trouser bulge from the view of both ladies.

"Baby, baby--"

Their backs still turned toward Brad, both women now peered smolderingly back over their shoulders, their expressions bespeaking just how sweet their devotion to Brad really was. In unison, Jane and Wendy both slowly began pulling up the zipper at the back of their skirt. The zipper worked backwards of most, closing the skirt when pulled down, and opening it when pulled upward. This reversed-zipper let Jane and Wendy slowly reveal the bottom creases of their ass cheeks to Bad's hungry gaze, as they pulled their zippers upwards to open their skirts.

"My tender love will flow--"

Now the zippers of both skirts had been pulled all the way upward (open), and Wendy and Jane gyrated their hips to the rhythm, starting both skirts on their slow, tantalizing descent down their thighs, past their ass cheeks, which were now fully-exposed, not at all covered by the dental- floss thin back string of their shimmering gold G-string panties. Their skirts slid down over their skin-tight white boots, and softly fell to the floor around their feet. Now it was the girls' turn to be glad that BRAD couldn't see THEM from the front yet, because the excitement of their own slutty strip-tease dance routine was already causing their "tender love to flow" inside both of their skimpy gold panties.

"From the bluest sky to deepest ocean."

Stepping out of their skirts, and kicking the skirts away in front of them, Jane and Wendy both wiggled their butts at Brad's gaze, their tiny gold G-strings pressing ever further up the cracks of their butts as they continued to dance for their appreciative audience of one. Brad noticed the contrast between Jane's dark Latin-American ass and Wendy's pale, but equally-inviting, English butt cheeks. Now both women twirled around to face Brad again. The tiny gold triangle of their panties barely covered their pussies. Their tight, white go-go boots hinted at, but completely hid, the lusty shape of their sexy legs. Their skimpy gold bras fully-revealed the top and bottom curves of their generously-proportioned breasts, hiding only their areolas and nipples from Brad's view. Still, with acres of flesh exposed between their bras and panties, there was plenty of feminine beauty now for Brad to admire, and to become throbbingly horny over.

"STOP for a minute--"

At these lyrics, both Jane and Wendy stood with their legs spread wide apart, their right arms extended in front of them, open right palms held high in the air in a "stop" gesture, and both thrust their hips and barely-covered pussies forward, toward Brad's appreciative eyes and hungrily-salivating mouth.

"Baby, I'm glad you're mine, yeah," Amy Grant sang on the tape.

At the word "mine," both ladies pointed a finger at their hearts, then each cupped her open palm over her left breast to signal that they loved their shared man, and Brad was truly theirs.

"Baby, baby, the stars are shining for you--"

Now both Wendy and Jane lifted the straps of their shimmering, bead-bedecked gold bras off of their left shoulders with their left hands, and each reached her right arm across her chest, pointing at her left bra strap with her right hand. Both women stared inquisitively at Brad, as if to ask "Do you want us to take our bras off?"

Brad nodded an enthusiastic yes to their mimed but unspoken question, and smiled. Jane and Wendy both smiled back, with hungry looks that hinted of devouring him very soon, while each slipped her bra strap off of her left shoulder.

"And just like me--"

Now they repeated the same inquisitive gesture about whether Brad also wanted them to remove their right bra straps. Brad nodded an even-more-enthusiastic yes, and unobtrusively slid his right hand under his desk to calm the growing excitement between his legs.

"I'm sure that they adore you."

But it was Brad, not the stars, who was full of adoration now, as both bras fell to the floor, revealing four of the finest breasts that any man could ever adore--and both pairs were Brad's alone to see and touch, to kiss, lick, and nibble, now and forever. Jane's 36-C chest featured two perfect, dark-tan globes, with two-inch-wide red-brown areolas capped by very hard, 1/2-inch long nipples. Wendy's 40D breasts, although bigger, sloped out of her chest more gradually, looking in side profile more like a pear than like Jane's globes. Wendy's areolas weren't as wide nor as dark as Jane's, but her excited nipples stuck out a full inch now.

"Baby, baby, go walking through the forest--"

Now Jane and Wendy each untied the left side of her gold G- string, letting the left side of her skimpy panties drop, not all the way, but just enough to show Brad an uninterrupted left-side profile from head to toe. Brad saw only the slightest hint of Jane's thick, dark bush, and Wendy's sparse blonde curls, but even that slight peak made him want to take the song's advice, and let his fingers and tongue go walking through both of their forests, to kiss and lick at their tasty bushes.

Then each lady clamped her right palm directly over her pussy, partly to keep her G-string from falling off completely, but mostly to massage her own excited slit and clit, so she could enjoy every bit as much PHYSICAL stimulation, as Brad was enjoying in VISUAL stimulation.

"The birds above are singing your chorus."

Jane and Wendy turned sideways now, each kicking up her left leg behind her, until the heel of her left go-go boot touched the naked curve of her left ass cheek. Then each reached around behind her ass, and unzipped the side zipper of her left boot. In the process, each dropped her hand from the front of her G-string, letting her skimpy, shiny- gold panties plummet to the floor, leaving both Jane and Wendy completely naked now except for their thigh-high boots. With both women turned sideways to him, however, Brad could not yet actually see the hot, horny pussies that both Jane and Wendy had just uncovered. But these foxy strippers would soon enough remedy that oversight, and present all of their formerly-hidden charms for Brad's admiration.

"STOP for a minute," Amy Grant's song continued.

Jane and Wendy now turned to face Brad again, naked except for their thigh-high white go-go boots.

Next, they spread their legs apart in a wide, inverted V, exposing their wide-open, hungry pussies to his gaze alone. Once more, they extended their right palms out in a "stop" gesture. But this time, to show that they didn't really intend to stop at all, they both bent their right elbows inward toward themselves, and let their palms press and rub up against the outsides of their bare pussies.

"Baby, I'm so glad you're mine, oh yeah--"

Again on the word "mine," each naked babe placed her free hand--the one not already busy massaging her bare pussy-- over her heart again. This time, with no bra on, each was free to rub her own left breast, then roll and pinch her left nipple between her left thumb and forefinger.

"And ever since the day you put my heart in motion--"

Now each dancing, prancing, gyrating lady slipped her long middle finger probing deeply into her pussy, setting something in motion that was a lot more interesting and inviting to Brad than her heart. Brad could actually HEAR the sweet chorus of both Jane's and Wendy's juices loudly sloshing, squishing, and smacking from deep inside both pussies, as their deeply-probing fingers enthusiastically massaged their inner walls and G-spots.

"Baby, I realize that there's just no getting over you."

Wendy and Jane continued their naked dancing, swaying their hips, their superbly-sculpted legs still spread wide apart, their left hands still twisting and pinching their own long, hard nipples, the fingers of their right hands still busily jammed way up the depths of their desperately-horny pussies. Now they slid their gorgeous bodies slowly downward toward the floor, until both Jane and Wendy were sitting up on the plushly-carpeted floor of Brad's study, their white-booted legs stretched out and spread wide in front of them, affording Brad an outstandingly-clear view straight up the insides of their wide open and dripping pink love tunnels. Their firm ass cheeks were pressed tightly against the floor, and their luscious breasts jutted out in Brad's full view.

When they had thus settled on the floor, both Jane and Wendy resumed rubbing their breasts with one hand while stroking their clits with the other.

"Baby, baby, in any kind of weather--"

Jane and Wendy now arched their backs way over behind them, pointing their huge breasts straight up toward the ceiling as they continued to bend over backwards for Brad, until the tops of their scalps rested on the floor. Then they lowered their necks and backs down onto the carpet, until both lay flat on their backs, side-by-side. The only weather Brad could see was the thick drizzle now leaking out of the two open pussies lying delectably before him.

"I'm here for you, always and forever."

In unison, Wendy and Jane raised their knees, spreading their boot-covered legs wide open. Standing up and leaning far over the top of his desk, Brad strained to gaze deeply up into the inviting pink depths of both hot, horny, wide- open pussies laying before him.

Brad simply couldn't remain at his desk any longer. Leaping right over his desktop, kicking papers all over the floor in his haste to reach his naked wife and her equally-naked blonde lover, Brad eagerly ran over to his two favorite women now, hurriedly removing his pants as he approached them. He then knelt down to aim his aching, rigid shaft toward both sets of bare, open, dewy pussy lips.

"Baby, baby, no muscle man could sever--"

At the word "muscle," Brad's own 7-inch love muscle now eased slowly and deeply into Jane Bond's wide-open, juicy, dripping pink slit.

"My love for you is true, and it will never--"

In his frenzy to please both of his lovers at once, Brad quickly pulled out of Jane, and just as quickly rammed his full length all the way to Wendy's warm, inviting blonde pussy.

"STOP for a minute--"

"Foget the lyrics," Jane cooed, "Wendy and I don't WANT you to stop!"

"Mmmm-HMMMM!" Wendy purred her agreement.

Nevrertheless, Brad did stop energetically pounding Wendy for a minute, just long enough for him to excruciatingly- slowly slide himself back up out of her love cavern, pulling her outer lips up toward, and along with, his slowly-retreating cock. Jane and Brad both sang along in unison with the tape now, as Brad pressed himself firmly and deeply back into his wife again: "Baby, I'm so glad you're mine--" and just to make sure that Wendy didn't feel left out of the phrase "you're mine," just as Brad's throbbing love monster began to probe Jane's deepest recesses on the word "mine," Jane and Brad now both leaned over, and passionately, tenderly, hungrily kissed Wendy on her lips, neck, and impressive 40-inch breasts.




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"And ever since the day you put my heart in motion--"

Speeding up his frenetic pace still faster, Brad slid out of Jane again, once more plunging his cock all the way into Wendy's pussy, whose naturally-opened and slickly- lubricated state, eased the way for his rapid descent. At the same time, Brad slid two fingers into Jane, whose own snatch was by now just as open, hungry, and dripping as Wendy's.

Brad's cock pumping both of them, combined with the loving sentiments of the song, certainly had set both Wendy's and Jane's "hearts in motion" -- beating rapidly with their desire for Brad -- but their hips and thighs also went into all sorts of bouncing, swaying, gyrating motions as their pussies took turns clutching and releasing Brad's hardness, clutch and release, squeeze and release. Both women loved Brad so much, that neither wanted him to leave her own pussy. But Wendy and Jane also loved each other with such a deep commitment, that in another way, neither woman really minded being generous with each other about sharing this one cock between their two pussies. As for Brad, he was enjoying the sensation of both pussies squeezing him, pulling him in ever deeper, both pussies so similar yet so different, and all of his sensations intensified by the feeling of the skin on his bare hips, gently rubbing against the glove-soft leather of their thigh-high white go- go boots every time he slid himself between one or the other pairs of shapely legs before him. For in their haste to make love with Brad, neither lady had bothered to finish her earlier strip-tease by removing that final article of clothing from the matching slutty outfits they had both bought earlier that very afternoon, outfits they had bought for the express purpose of getting Brad to fuck them both to mind-numbing orgasms, as he was now so expertly in the process of doing.

"Baby, I realize that--"

The remainder of Amy Grant's song was drowned-out now by Wendy's and Jane's loud chorus of moans, as Brad traded again, his solid 8 inches sliding tightly and effortlessly into Jane's slicked-up snatch, and his probing fingers leaving Jane's pussy in favor of Wendy's. Brad now slid his right hand under the back of Jane's left thigh, and he raised her still-booted thigh, pointing her dark- complexioned leg straight up into the air, allowing him to penetrate even more deeply into Jane's hungry, grasping, extremely-moist pussy. He stroked his open right palm all the way along Jane's upward-jutting left leg, from the back of her thigh, up past the back of her knee, and all the way up the soft, smooth leather of her raised white go-go boot, then around her ankle, over her toes, and his clenched fist wrapping around the long high heel that reached almost up to the ceiling. Then he stroked his palm back down the front of her boot, past her knee cap, past the bare skin at the very top of her thigh. Finally, he spread his fingers in a V right on top of her outer pussy lips. And all this while, Brad did not slow the relentless pace of his frantic in-and-out thrusts against Jane's inner walls, his long, thick cock now sliding through, and pressing against, the V of his fingers pressed against her outer lips, as his massive organ lovingly and excitedly pistoned its way in and out of his wife.

Now Brad removed his right hand from Jane's slicked-up pussy lips, bent her up-stretched left leg back down at her knee, and grabbed the ankle of her unzipped left boot in both hands, slowly pulling the boot of her left leg, and letting his fingers stroke each newly-exposed area of her dark, shapely legs, from her silky-smooth thighs, up to her raised knees, then back down her leg to her feet and toes, finally pulling Jane's left boot completely off of her, his thick cock relentlessly banging her walls, and seeping its thin pre-come into her, the entire time. And through all of this action, Jane and Brad never once stopped kissing and licking all over Wendy's beautiful naked body, from the long, thick eyelashes above her sparkling blue eyes, from her full red lips, from her long, slender neck, down to her amazing 40-inch breasts and inch-long nipples, down her slender but slightly-muscular arms, down her long torso to her slender waist and smooth stomach, down to her sparse blonde pubic curls, down to her wide-open and slowly- dripping pussy, to her long, milky-white legs covered in thin wisps of downy-soft blonde hair, and finally to her slender toes and manicured red toenails.

As soon as Brad finished slowly removing Jane's left boot, he raised her left leg high into the air again and began to penetrate her deeply once more. As soon as Brad started to enter her again, Jane immediately clamped her firm pussy muscles down tightly around her husband's hard shaft, and flexed her pussy to regulate the pace at which she drew him back in, deeper and still deeper into her soft, feminine folds. As Jane's pussy contracted, squeezed, and tugged on his invading shaft, Jane continued to moan softly, as she had been doing for about the past half hour. The sensation of his wife's pussy milking his huge rod soon had Brad moaning, too, and hearing his increasingly-loud moans, also made Jane moan ever more loudly. As their moans grew louder, their kisses all over Wendy's body increased in pressure and intensity, making Wendy moan pretty loudly herself now.

As Brad, Jane, and Wendy increased the intensity of their love-making and the volume of their moans, suddenly, the three joined, tightly-locked, throbbing and uncontrollably writhing naked bodies on the carpeted floor of the study seemingly erupted in one single, breathless, exhilarating orgasm of harmonious panting, moaning, and screaming, as the song playing on the boom-box came to its seemingly- appropriate climax, along with their own climaxes: "Don't stop giving me love, baby, I'm so glad" was almost completely drowned out by loud choruses in unison of "Oh, GGGAAAWWD!" "So GGGOOOODD!" "Mmmm, BABY!" and "I'm COOOO- UHHH-UHHH-MMMING!"

Their sexual energies now completely drained, this spent but content trio looked at each and smiled, Brad continuing to lazily pulse and thrust his still semi-hard cock, buried deep inside of Jane's slit. Brad and Wendy locked lips and flicked their tongues together, as Jane licked and nibbled on Brad's chest. Wrapping their arms and legs lovingly around each in shape combinations beyond any known geometry, Wendy, Jane, and Brad now loudly repeated, but paraphrased, the ending of Amy Grant's song, all three bellowing slightly off-key, sounding almost drunk because all three had yet to come down from riding the unparalleled high of their shared sexual adventure: "Baby, DON'T stop GIVING me love--don't stop GIVING it to me! Oh, yeah, baby, GIVE it to me! GIVE it to me! That's it, right there, GIVE it to me! Oh, that feels so GOOOD! Oh, yeah, baby, I'm SSSOOOO glad!"

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 13



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

"Oh-yez, oh-yez, oh-yez! Divorce court in and for the City of London is now in session. All persons having business before this court, please direct your attention. Honorable Judge Prunella T. McCracken presiding. All rise, please."

The judge entered from left, looking stately in her black robe, yet matronly due to her grey-white hair and overly- wide torso. As she sat at her elevated court bench, peering down upon the court room, and smoothing-down her robe, all others in the court room also sat now. The court clerk handed Judge McCracken a brown file folder, and she perused its contents for two or three minutes before banging her gavel onto the top of her bench, to call the court session to order.

"Mr. Court Clerk, please call the first case to order."

"The case of Walker versus Warmcox. Plaintiff Wendy Warmcox filing on grounds of marital infidelity. Her husband, William Washington Walker, stands accused of spousal abuse and neglect."

"Are the attorneys for both sides present?" Judge McCracken asked.

A large, aging, balding, dull-looking man in a brown three- piece suit stood up. "J. Blithering Idiot, the Third, representing the defendant William Walker. Present, your honor." Idiot was the product of three generations of cousins inter-marrying, seasoned with a healthy dose of English public-school education--in other words, THE ideal candidate to have become the defense lawyer in such a case as this.

"Idiot?" the Judge asked, stunned at the name.

"It's French, your honor. The T at the end is silent. It's pronounced like spelling the ninth, fourth, and fifteenth letters of the alphabet: I-D-O."

"Thank you for that clarification, Mr. eye-dee-oh. Is the plaintiff's attorney present?"

"Yes, your honor."

"And you are--?"

"Bond. Jane Bond." God, but she loved saying that! She'd wanted to introduce herself like this ever since she first saw Sean Connery portraying her famous father, in the very first 007 movie, and now Jane couldn't get enough of introducing herself in this manner.

"Bond. Jane Bond," she repeated with a silly grin.

Jane Bond and J. Blithering Idiot III now both seated themselves.

"Mr. Walker?" the judge called.

Wendy Warmcox's strange and estranged husband rose to his feet.

"Mr. Walker, it says here that you are undergoing a second trial on charges of illegal sales of weapons to terror--"

"Terrorist is a matter of opinion, your honor," W interrupted. "In certain third-world countries, the people you label as `terrorists' are considered patriots, and the western powers, like America and Great Britain, are considered the REAL terrorists!"

J. Blithering Idiot III now slowly lumbered to his feet. "Your honor, I object to this whole line of testimony. It has no bearing on this divorce case."

"Objection noted and sustained," Judge McCracken replied. "Perhaps I overstepped my bounds a little. I was just trying to determine the parameters of what is going on with this couple."

Attorney Idiot wearily plopped back down in his seat, mumbling, "Thank you, your honor."

"Now then, is the plaintiff, Wendy Warmcox, in this court room?"

Wendy rose to her feet. She was wearing the same skimpy red cocktail dress, with matching red high heels, that she had worn on her flight from Vienna to London when she first became a permanent third partner in the marriage of Jane Bond and Jane's husband, Brad. The plunging neckline of Wendy's dress left little to the imagination, revealing more than half of the surface of her 40-D breasts. The thin fabric of her cocktail dress also showed that she had no bra underneath, her very large nipples poking, jutting, and straining against the tight red cloth. As for her hemline, it barely touched the very tops of her thighs, and at 5'8", this left a LOT of leg visible. And her extremely high- heeled, glossy red shoes made her long, shapely, ivory- colored legs look even longer. With open backs and toes, these shoes consisted of little more than narrow, red- leather straps secured around her ankles.

Wendy's long, straight, very-light blonde hair reached down to caress the cheeks of her shapely ass, and at the front her hair draped over and swirled around the bottom curves of her prominently-displayed 40-D breasts.

Hearing murmuring in her court room, Judge McCracken looked up to see what all the commotion was about. Even she could appreciate the stunning beauty of the plaintiff standing before her.

"All right, all right, settle down, people. I'm sure we've all seen stunningly-gorgeous women before. Although," the Judge whispered to Wendy with a conspiratorial wink, "Perhaps not QUITE so stunning as this plaintiff." Then returning to her normal voice, so the entire room could hear, "Miss Warmcox, it says here that your spouse abused and neglected you. Would you please explain this to the court, in more detail?"

"Well, everything was fine for the first year of our marriage. In fact, we locked ourselves in a Vienna hotel room for the entire first year we were married, having nothing but wild, passionate, brain-numbing sex, night and day, for the whole first year. The way he made my pussy, my nipples, my clit feel! It was wonderful. Fantastic! INCREDIBLE!TERRIF--"

"Yes, yes, Miss Warmcox, we get the picture. While I do want to hear more, and I envy you your year-long sex adventure, we do need to keep this case moving forward."

A few snickers erupted from various parts of the court room.

"But then, after a year, he got involved in illegal gun running, and --"

"Objection!" Blithering Idiot III bellowed. "I object to that characterization. No court has yet proven that my client has broken ANY laws!"

"Sustained. Miss Warmcox, kindly refrain from commenting on your husband's line of--excuse me, ALLEGED line of work, and just tell us how he neglected you."

"Well, after that first year, he's barely touched me, he's shown almost NO interest in having sex with me."

"That happens in a lot of marriages. Why is this grounds for your divorce petition?"

"Well, I just don't want to stay married to a man who is INSANE!"

"Who SAYS he is insane?" the judge asked. "Do you have a written medical diagnosis by a qualified professional psychiatrist, and are you prepared to enter that document into evidence?"

"No your honor. But, I mean, LOOK at this body, just LOOK at it!" With that, Wendy pulled her bright-red cocktail dress up over her head, tossing it onto the court-room floor, and stood stark-naked before the court, except for her glossy-red high heels. "LOOK at this body! How could ANY man, I mean any SANE man, be married to a woman who looks like I do, and not once in ten years have any desire to FUCK me, to GIVE it to me, to pump me FAST, DEEP and HARD, just the way I LIKE it, the way I NEED for him to DO IT TO ME? I mean, for a whole decade, I BEGGED and PLEADED with him, I wanted him to FUCK me with all his might, to slam himself in and out of me REPEATEDLY and FORCEFULLY, I hungrily CRAVED his cock night after night, and told him so, over and OVER again, and still NOTHING! Are those the actions of a SANE man? And how can I be expected to REMAIN married to such a CRAZY MAN? Night after night, my hungry, dripping snatch laying WIDE OPEN and DRIPPING with lust, just for HIM, BEGGING for my man's cock to SATISFY me, and never ONCE getting that satisfaction! Ten years of this is MUCH MORE than ANY woman, with MY healthy sexual appetite, should be expected to ENDURE, and I don't WANT to remain married to him, not for even one more MINUTE, your honor."

Jane Bond stood up and walked over to stand face-to-face in front of Wendy. "I can attest from first-hand knowledge, your honor, that Wendy Warmcox does indeed have a VERY healthy sexual appetite, and any NORMAL man would be proud and happy to have such a woman want him with such a fiery sexual HUNGER!"

"What exactly do you mean, Ms. Bond?"

"Here, your honor, allow me to demonstrate." With that, Jane slid down to her knees, and spread Wendy's legs wide apart, as Wendy stood facing the judge. Now Jane began slowly lapping her tongue all the way along the outside of Wendy's pussy. Of their own volition, Wendy's outer lips parted wide open now. Jane backed her face away from Wendy's excited cunt now, commenting, "Exhibit A, your honor. Just three licks over the OUTSIDE of her pussy, and ALREADY her lips are wide open, ready to receive a nice, big, stiff cock, plunging deep into the pinkness of her pussy. What I wonder is, why her HUSBAND never got her primed like this, and then fucked her mightily. But now, your honor, I'd like you to observe Exhibit B, what happens when I concentrate my tongue directly on her EXTREMELY sensitive clit."

With that, Jane pressed her face back into Wendy's crotch, and using her finger to pull Wendy's fleshy hood away, so that it no longer covered and hid Wendy's beautiful clit, Jane now began loudly slurping right at Wendy's pleasure center. Wendy's hips began gyrating, she began shoving her pussy further and further forward into Jane's face, and she began letting out the sexiest high-pitched cries of "Uuuuhh! Uuuuhh! Uuuuhh!" Jane now began sucking on Wendy's clit, and soon had sucked its entire growing length up past her lips, making Wendy moan loudly, and quiver and shake from head to toe.

Jane now backed her face away from Wendy's crotch again, and inserted a probing finger deep into Wendy's wide-open gash. Jane slid her finger in and out, deeply and forcefully, about three or four times, making sure to rub the underside of her knuckle against Wendy's extended clit with each in-and-out thrust of her finger. Now Jane withdrew her finger, which was drenched with the juice that had started to heavily line Wendy's inner walls. Jane held her finger up for the judge's inspection. "Exhibit C, your honor. The heavy wetness that lines Wendy's interior when she gets so excited. The natural lubrication to ease the way for a nice, thick cock to plunge into her depths. The lubrication that SHOULD have eased the path for her HUSBAND's cock, at least ONCE in the past ten years. The slickness from her pussy, that WOULD have let him pound her as much as he wanted, if he HADN'T neglected her!"

Judge McCracken licked the juice off of Jane's finger. "Mmmm! Quite tasty!"

"My point exactly, your honor. And see, William Walker wouldn't know that, because he never ONCE licked Wendy's clit, in all the years they have been married. If that isn't spousal abuse and neglect, your honor, I don't know what IS! People get married after learning all sorts of things about each other, but if the guy can't or won't lick his wife to explosion, women really SHOULDN'T overlook that and marry anyway. Sooner or later, she'll grow to resent him for his lack of attention to her hungry kitty-cat. That's what brought this case to this court room. But, please, your honor, allow me to continue with my demonstration, of just how receptive Wendy WOULD have been to her husband's sexual advances, had he not CRIMINALLY neglected to make such advances on his own wife."

"Yes! Yes!" Judge McCracken replied, her heart beating rapidly and her breaths coming in short, labored panting now. "Yes, by all means, DO continue."

Jane Bond returned her focus on Wendy's clit, licking and sucking on it again, but this time, when Jane had sucked Wendy's hot, hard, horny little love button all the way back into her mouth again, Jane began gently nibbling on Wendy's womanhood, and gradually became more forceful with her nibbles.

Fighting to keep standing, to keep her knees from buckling with the pleasure of it all, Wendy thrust her pussy still further forward, and tilted her head back, focusing her gaze at the ceiling as Jane continued her eager nibbling. "Ohhh!" Wendy moaned. "Oh, God! Mmmm! Oh, yeah, baby, right there! RIGHT there! Right THERE! Mmmm! Yes! Yes! YES! YYYYEEESSS!"

Jane backed away from Wendy once more. "Please don't consider me rude, your honor, if I stick my tongue out at you."

"Why would you do THAT?"

"Exhibit D, your honor," Jane replied, sticking her tongue out at the judge. "The sheer volume of Wendy's come coating my tongue after Wendy's first orgasm. The come that her clit SHOULD have been depositing all over the outside of her husband's COCK, as he fucked her hard, if not EVERY night, at LEAST once a week. Her sweet, creamy come, which almost NEVER got to coat her husband's shaft, in the entire past ten years! I say that this neglect of such a HOT, WILLING, and EAGER pussy, is a SURE sign of the defendant's diminished mental capacity."

"I'm afraid, Ms. Bond, that all you've succeeded in demonstrating is that Ms. Warmcox is VERY receptive to a woman's tongue on her pussy. In fact, I'd kind of like to try that on her MYSELF, after the court session ends. But you've failed to establish that she is this receptive to a man's--a man's--"

"COCK, your honor," Jane stated helpfully.

"Yes, quite. You haven't proven THAT contention!"

"I can remedy THAT, your honor," a warm, deep, very masculine voice stated.

"Who are YOU, sir?" the judge asked, almost melting on hearing that deeply-masculine voice.

"My name is Brad. I am married to Jane Bond, the attorney representing Ms. Warmcox. Wendy came to us several months ago, requesting our help with this divorce proceeding. During that time, she has lived in our home with us."

"The court concedes your generosity in providing a room for Ms. Warmcox. But what does that have to do with this case?"

"You don't understand, your honor. Wendy lives in the SAME room, in the SAME bed, with my wife and myself. Over the last several months, my wife and I must have made love with Wendy about a thousand times, both one-one-one, and as a threesome. And I can testify from first-hand knowledge, that Wendy is VERY receptive to having a man's cock fuck her deep and hard. Or, at least, she has always gotten VERY excited whenever I fuck her, whether my wife is making love to her at the same time or not. And I fully believe that Wendy would have been JUST as receptive to her husband's cock, had he bothered even TRYING to fuck her, at least ONCE, in the past decade."

"How do I know that any of what you say is TRUE?" the judge asked.

"Well, of course, I don't expect you to take MY word for it. I am fully prepared to demonstrate the truth of my statement, if Wendy--I mean, Ms. Warmcox--is willing."

"Mmm, BRRRRAAAD! You KNOW I can never resist YOUR cock!" Wendy purred, shoving two fingers up her naked pussy, then withdrawing them and holding up both fingers, so the judge could see how wet just the THOUGHT of Brad's cock was already making her. "I'm READY, whenever you are, baby!"

"You might as well," Judge McCracken smiled at Brad. "She seems pretty randy already, and after watching your wife's performance with her, I could use a good look at a man's hard, throbbing cock MYSELF, right about now. I don't think ANY of us can proceed with this case now until we all have our horniness relieved. So please proceed." Brad noticed that this remark was punctuated by the judge removing her right hand from the top of the bench, and letting it fall down into her lap, where she could slip her hand under her judicial robe without anyone in the court room actually able to SEE (although some might guess) what she was doing. "Yes, Mr.--um--Brad, even at MY advanced age, this proceeding is successfully making me HORNY. So, please, PLLLLEEEASSSE, proceed with your demonstration."

Brad let loose a wickedly-mischievous grin as he unbuckled his belt. "Anything you say, your honor!"

Jane approached Brad, and once more sinking to her knees, used her teeth to lovingly pull down Brad's zipper. Then, using both hands, she slid his trousers all the way down his legs. When his hardening cock sprang out, Jane lovingly planted a brief kiss directly on the tip of his cock head.

"Hey!" Wendy cried. "This is supposed to be MY show!"

"Quite right, my darling," Jane replied contritely, returning to her seat. "Sorry for stealing your THUNDER! Your honor, allow me to present Exhibit E, the skill and enthusiasm with which Wendy Warmcox sucks cock. A skill and enthusiasm that she would GLADLY have shared with her husband, but he NEVER bothered to take her up on this offer. This exhibit is my strongest evidence yet, that this man must have been CRAZY! Here a statuesque natural blonde, with a 40-24-38 figure, and as you are about to see, a woman HIGHLY skilled in the art of fellatio, a woman who for ten LONG years desperately, HUNGRILY longed to suck off her husband, to give him such ecstasy as most men can only DREAM about, and he never ONCE took her up on her offer. A CLEAR case of criminal neglect, and I intend to prove--"

"Yeah. yeah!" the judge snapped at Jane. "PLEASE just SHUT UP, and let me watch this!"

"Yes, your honor," Jane grinned, trying to act humble, but obviously delighted that everybody in this court room would now get to see the extraordinary sexual talents that her two lovers so generously shared with her, sometimes several times a day.

Wendy sauntered slowly over to Brad, who was now naked from the waist down. Slowly, sensuously, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing her way down each new exposed area of his chest, pausing to lick and nibble at his nipples for several minutes, before continuing to unbutton his shirt and kiss her way down his torso, rhythmically twisting, bumping, and grinding her hips throughout her slow descent down Brad's muscular body. When Wendy had opened the last button, she slid his shirt sleeves off of his arms, and she let Brad's shirt drop to the floor. Wendy then licked her way down over Brad's flat stomach, kissed his navel, and began an excruciatingly-slow lick from his balls, up his still-flaccid shaft, to his cock head. His shaft began to twitch, stiffen, and lengthen in response to her long, slow lick up his manhood. Jane stood up, walked behind her now- naked husband, grabbed his shoulders from behind, patting him lightly and lovingly on the fanny, then spun him around by his shoulders to face the judge, so that Brad's rising, stiffening manhood would be fully in her view.

"Mmmm! NNNIIICE cock!" Judge McCracken whispered, just loudly enough for only Jane, Wendy, and Brad to hear, hungrily licking her lips and purring with desire, her reactions bringing smiles to all three faces.

"Now, go ahead and show me just how Ms. Warmcox reacts to that gorgeous cock of yours, how she WOULD have reacted if, as she alleges, her husband HADN'T criminally neglected her sweet pussy for ten years."

Instinctively, J. Blithering Idiot III shouted, "Objection!"

"On what grounds?"

"You make it sound like you've already DECIDED that my client criminally neglected his wife, before this trial is even over, your honor."

"I just meant that if he DID neglect her, it is such a tragic waste of such a FINE pussy! Now, please let's continue with the demonstration, without further interruptions, so I can determine whether Ms. Warmcox really IS a terribly and tragically neglected nymphomaniac, deserving of a divorce, as she alleges."

"Are you ready, sweety?" Wendy asked, then noticing Brad's cock springing to full hardness, and stiffening to its marvelous seven-inch length and incredible three-inch thickness, she answered her own question. "Silly me! I can see for myself that you're MORE than ready for me!"

Judge McCracken leaned way over her bench, peering down intently, gazing longingly, at Brad's big, hard shaft now, and repeated her earlier assessment: "NNNIIICE cock!"

Brad walked over to the prosecution counsel table, and with a wide sweep of his bare right arm, brushed all of Jane's legal papers off of the table top, scattering them on the floor. Brad then gestured for Wendy to sit on this just- cleared surface. With a giggle, Wendy hopped her bare ass up onto the prosecutor's table, cross her knees, and began lazily swinging her long, bare legs forward and back over the edge of the table. On his knees before her divine loveliness, Brad made a real show of unstrapping and removing Wendy's glossy, red, high-heeled shoes, tossing them under the prosecutor's table. Completely naked now, Wendy swiveled on her butt until her long, lean body stretched out parallel with the length of the table top. Lying flat on her bare back, Wendy raised her knees, spreading her long, shapely, ivory-toned legs wide apart. Brad's body, and his thick, pulsating manhood, both arose before Wendy's horniness now, as he stood naked at the foot of the prosecutor's table, lovingly caressing one of Wendy's feet in each gently-massaging hand, and Wendy purred contentedly at all of Brad's genuinely-loving attention.




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Judge Prunella McCracken climbed down from her elevated bench now, and squatted facing the front edge of the prosecution table, justifying her move by stating "I need to see EXACTLY what Brad does, and PRECISELY how Wendy responds, to determine whether William Walker could have reasonably expected this same response from his wife, and whether he really DID neglect to give her what she wanted, what she NEEDED. So PLEASE continue with your demonstration."

Still clutching one of Wendy's feet in each hand, Brad began slowly kissing and licking at her long, slender toes and fiery-red toenails. Then one by one, Brad kissed each toe, sucking each toe up into his mouth, then releasing it and moving on to the next toe. When he had finished kissing and sucking all the toes on Wendy's left foot, he repeated these same maneuvers on her right foot. The court-room echoed with Wendy's loud, passionate moans as Brad kissed and licked all over her sexy little feet.

"Observe, your honor," Jane commented, "how she is ALREADY starting to wiggle and squirm, and he's only at her TOES. He hasn't even gotten CLOSE to her pussy yet. This is the kind of reaction that her criminally-neglectful husband COULD have evoked from her, had he even BOTHERED to try."

"So noted for the record," the judge replied dryly, her mouth watering, her heart already starting to race, at the action unfolding literally right before her eyes.

Brad now slowly kissed his way up the front of Wendy's left leg, while massaging the underside of her leg with his open palm, slowly, ever-so-slowly, moving both his lips and his palm up her leg, on their inevitable, unstoppable journey toward Wendy's pretty, very pink pussy. Wendy squirmed, writhed, and moaned uncontrollably this whole time.

When Brad's kisses reached Wendy's raised left knee cap, he turned his head inward, and began very slowly kissing his way up Wendy's inner thigh. Then, reaching the top of Wendy's left thigh, Brad began kissing and sucking on the wisps of light-blonde curls, just above the gateway to Wendy's internal paradise. "Oooooohhhhh!" Wendy whined in her desperate horniness.

Jane stood up again, stepped behind Brad, and grabbing him by the shoulders, pulled him backward, toward her, and away from Wendy's hungry, eager pussy.

"Observe, your honor," Jane pointed out, "How Wendy's pussy lips have spread themselves wide open now, and are staying open all by themselves, even after our Brad has removed her tongue from her."

"What's your point?" J. Blithering Idiot III bellowed. This large, dull man seemed to be the only person in the entire cout room not being turned-on by Brad and Wendy's obvious love and lust for each other.

"It goes to her state of arousal, and how VERY EASILY she achieves this arousal, and how her husband could have just as easily gotten her so aroused, so willing to both GIVE and RECEIVE pleasure, had he even bothered to TRY to have sex with his sadly-neglected wife at least ONCE in the past 10 years!"

Judge McCracken now walked around to the foot of the long prosecution table, peering directly and deeply into Wendy's wide-open slit, which was, indeed, already aroused enough that it was staying wide open all by itself. The judge secretly envied Wendy for all the loving attention that Brad was, and would continue to be, giving her.

"Again," the judge panted and gasped, her excitement building over the show that Wendy and Brad were giving her at such close range, "Noted for the record. Let's move on."

"I'm all for that!" Wendy and Brad sang out in unison, then gazing soulfully into each other's eyes, laughed at the coincidence of saying the same thing at precisely the same moment. They both felt so in tune with each other's thoughts and feelings at that moment, and they both had no doubt that they would complete their demonstration with that rare and prized ecstasy, of achieving simultaneous orgasms, right there on the court-room table.

Brad leaned his head forward again, between Wendy's wide- spread legs again, and began loudly slurping as he took several long, slow licks over Wendy's hardening clit. His lips tenderly sucked on her hungry love button, and loud smacking sounds began emanating from Wendy's deepest recesses. Jane Bond grabbed the microphone from the prosecutor's table, and placed it right up against Wendy's juicy opening, so that Wendy's excited internal squishing was broadcast to the entire court room now.

Inspired to give this broadcast plenty of sound effects, Brad now sucked Wendy's fully-extended love button deep into his mouth, and began to softly chew on her orgasmic on- switch. Wendy's happy squishing and smacking was quickly drowned out by her passionate moans of "Mmmmm! Ooooh! Oh, my GGGGOD! OH--MY--GGGGODDDDD! Mmmmm! YES! Oh, YES! RIGHT there, darling!--mmmm! Right THERE! Oh, God! Mmmmm, YES! HHHUHHH! HHHUHHH! I'm going to--gonna--CCCCUUUUMMMM!"

"Not yet, you don't!" Brad grinned devilishly. Grabbing Wendy's ankles in both of his hands, he slid her down the table top on her ass, until her gorgeous, desperately- hungry pussy just rested on the very edge of the table. Standing facing her, Brad grabbed his by-now fully-hardened and rhythmically-throbbing cock in both of his hands, and was just about to aim it into Wendy's fully-opened and already-dripping love hole, when the judge insinuated her face between Brad's thighs and Wendy's. "Just a minute, young man," she declared. "To properly judge this case, I must PERSONALLY inspect her current state of arousal at this point in the proceedings."

Judge McCracken leaned her face down into Wendy's pussy, and began taking a few licks over the same spots that Brad's tongue had just finished exploring. Wendy's juices began to OOZE out of her, onto the judge's tongue.

J. Blithering Idiot III for the Defense mechanically rose to his feet once more. "Objection! The judge is aiding the prosecution in trying to build their case against my client!"

"I object, too," Wendy smiled. "I am deeply in love with, and fully committed to, both Brad and Jane, and I intend to stay faithful to both of them. As good as your tongue feels on me right now, your honor, I do not want ANYONE but my handsome Brad and my sexy Jane to touch me, EVER again! So I would appreciate your backing away, your honor."

"So noted for the record," the judge croaked hoarsely, backing away and wiping Wendy's first few drops of come off of her lips with the sleeve of her flowing black justice's robe. "It's just that Ms. Warmcox's wide-open and dripping pussy looked so positively DELECTABLE, I just couldn't control myself any longer! But I promise, from here on in, I'll just WATCH."

"Thank you, your honor," J. Blithering Idiot III commented, plopping his great weight heavily back into his seat.

Wendy's outstretched arms reached for Brad's hard, pulsing, throbbing manhood, and wrapping both hands around it, she guided Brad's warm love missile right up against her moist, dewy depths.

"Well, my love, are you ready to come in?" Wendy cooed.

"Maybe," Brad laughed at the desperation in Wendy's voice.

"MMMAAAYYY-be?" Wendy whined. "Fuck me NOW!"

"Yes, dear!" Brad replied weakly, putting on his best "henpecked-husband" voice for the amusement of the court- room crowd.

With that, Brad thrust his powerful hips and muscular thighs slightly forward, easing his entire mushroom-shaped cock head just past her wide-open entrance.

"That's it, give it to me, honey!" Wendy cooed, cupping both of her hand's around Brad's soft, muscular ass cheeks, and pulling him ever-so-slightly closer into her warm, moist depths. "Show this court what a generous and loving stud you've been to me and Jane."

Obediently, Brad thrust himself slightly further forward, still standing, placing both of his hands on the edge of the prosecutor's table, to steady himself for his advancing assault on the soft, delicate flower of Wendy's femininity.

Remembering another of her long-ago high-school cheers, Wendy began loudly cheering, "Push 'em back, push `em back, push 'em WWWAAAYYY back! Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em WWWAAAYYY back!" In response, the court-room audience roared with laughter, which soon turned into amazed cries of "oooooh!" and "WOW!" as they watched more and more of Brad's long, thick, pulsating shaft disappear past Wendy's grasping, squeezing pussy muscles. Brad now moved his stabilizing hands, from the edge of the table top, onto the tops of Wendy's huge breasts and long, hard nipples.

"Oh, she WANTS him, baby!" Wendy moaned. "Oh, yes, she WWWAAANNNTTTTSSS him!"

As Brad began forcefully and rapidly sliding his huge cock in and out of Wendy, while massaging her breasts and pinching her very-hard nipples, Wendy resumed her cheerleading with "Do it again, do it again! Harder, HARDER! Do it again, do it again! Harder, HARDER!" But soon enough, Wendy was simply too excited to say anything more intelligible than a long, low, husky, throat moan of "Mmmmmmmmmm!" But even though Wendy's only verbal communications now were a series of loud moans, grunts, and groans of pleasure, everyone in the court room clearly understood her meaning.

To Be Continued...



In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 14



Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond

The judge couldn't contain herself any longer. As she watched Brad and Wendy fucking like crazed, horny animals on the prosecutor's table top, Judge McCracken raised the hem of her judicial robe, answering the age-old question about what judges wear underneath. At least in her case, the answer was "nothing." Nothing but the thick bush of silver-gray hair above her excited, aging pussy. Her pussy was enlarged and sloppily sagging from the combination of advancing age and having borne three children, so that it took three of her fingers to completely fill her pussy, as the judge began eagerly probing the depths of her own feminine cavern.

"No! NNNNOOOO!" Wendy cried. "Oh, please! Oh, PPPLLLEEEASSSE! Don't make me CCCCUUUMMM! I want the judge to SEE me come! Oh, PLEASE, pull out of me! Pull out of me, right--UUUHH! UUUHH!--right--NOW!"

Brad pulled himself out of Wendy very swiftly, just in time for Wendy's thick, juicy cream to slowly ooze out of her wide-open pussy lips, and dribble down past her thighs, onto the table top, Judge McCracken leaned forward, so that she could get a closer look at Wendy's non-stop flow of passion, now slipping out of Wendy's gash with about the same consistency, and at about the same extremely-slow pace, as a Hawaiian lava flow that is starting to cool off.

Turning her head and noticing the crystal-clear pre-come starting to dribble out of the tip of Brad's very-rigid cock, the judge backed away now to let Brad and Wendy continue their passionate demonstration. With one quick, mighty thrust, Brad plunged his manhood all the way back into Wendy again, and with a loud, deeply-masculine roar, he emptied the contents of his balls all the way up his long, thick, wildly-pulsating shaft, and out into the mysterious depths of Wendy's tightly-clutching womanhood.

With a deafening, high-pitched scream of "YYYEEESSS!" Wendy let loose her third orgasm. Brad pulled out of Wendy once more, and the judge leaned in close again, to observe the mixture of Brad's and Wendy's come sliding down along Wendy's smooth, creamy-white thighs. All this while, the judge still had three fingers jammed deeply into her grey- haired pussy.

Now it was Jane Bond who couldn't control herself. Arising from her seat, she walked over to Wendy's wide-spread thighs, and began hungrily licking the thoroughly-blended goo from her husband and her lover, off of Wendy's silky thighs. Jane then moved upward, to lick and suck Wendy's come and Brad's spunk directly out of the depths of Wendy's pussy. Wendy arched her back, thrusting her pussy hard against Jane's face. Then with a loud, high-pitched, very feminine and extremely sexy cry of "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh!", Wendy came for a fourth time, smearing her prodigious volume of hot, sweet, sticky pussy nectar, all over Jane's lips, tongue, and nose.

Removing her fingers from her depths, and regaining her breath and her composure, Judge McCracken pulled her robe back down and declared, "It is the finding of this court, that Wendy Warmcox is, indeed, a nymphomaniac slut, as she herself proudly admits, and that her husband tragically, CRIMINALLY neglected her sweet, eager pussy through ten HORRIBLE years of marriage. This court is, therefore, prepared to grant Ms. Warmcox's petition for divorce from William Washington Walker at this time."

With a look of sheer, panicked terror on his face, Walker, or "W" as he called himself, tried to nudge his sleeping lawyer awake to voice an objection. "He might pronounce his name I-D-O if he likes," W thought, "but if my lawyer can sleep through a beautiful, sexy woman having four loud, passionate orgasms, broadcast over a microphone, his name of Blithering Idiot really DOES suit him!"

Unable to awaken his lawyer, W himself sprang to his feet and shouted "Objection!"

Stunned, the judge asked, "Hmm? What?"

"Objection! I may not be an attorney, your honor, but even I know that a judge cannot announce a decision until hearing from the defense! As my lawyer appears to be sleeping, I shall conduct my own defense."

"Are you aware, sir," Jane Bond snickered, "of the saying, that a person who is his own lawyer, has a fool for a client?"

"I'd rather be a fool than a Blithering Idiot!" W shot back.

"That's I-D-O!" declared J. Blithering Idiot III between snores, never actually awakening.

"I rest my case, your honor. My lawyer IS an Idiot!" W shouted.

"Huh? You're resting your case before you've said anything? Very well, then, may I proceed with pronouncing sentencing?"

"That's not fair, your honor. I meant I rested my case about my lawyer being an idiot--"

"I-D-O! Zzzzz!"

"--but not my case, that I am not guilty of spousal abuse and neglect."

"All right, sir. You may present your defense."

"Well, we did make wild, passionate love all day and night, EVERY day and night, for the entire first year we were married. Then my business started to take off, and--"

"that would be the business of selling illegal weapons to terrorists and wanted fugitives?"

"SSNNNORRK! Objection! Zzzzz!" from the still-sleeping J. Blithering Idiot III.

"Anyway, your honor, my business had me traveling all over the world, and I was rarely home, and rarely ever saw my wife. Because she was no longer getting fucked deep, hard, and passionately several times a day, like during our first year together, her pussy walls began to narrow and tighten from lack of um, er, EXERCISE! When I was home and tried to fuck her, I desperately WANTED to fuck her, but she'd complain that I was too big and she was too tight, and it just hurt her too much. Even when she DIDN'T complain, I could see her excruciating pain written on her face, from my cock's ENORMOUS size trying to press into her. So yes, I did stop giving her the loving attention she desired and deserved. I was just TOO BIG for her!"

"You are not a very convincing LIAR, Mr. Walker. Why do ALL men think they can impress women by exaggerating the size of their organs?"

"I'm not exaggerating, your honor. I really AM enormous when I get hard!"

"Listen, sir. That Brad fellow had one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen in all my 70 years, and we all just saw him have NO trouble at all, thrusting his seven inches in and out of her, and bringing her to multiple screaming, moaning, thrashing, quaking, head-to-toe orgasms."

"That's true, your honor. But you also heard my wife testify that Jane and Brad have been fucking her several times a day for the past several months, so her sweet pussy is once more a LOT more flexible, and able to take in bigger cocks than it could when I was on the road so much and unable--but again, CERTAINLY not unwilling--to slip it to her hard and fast. "

"I concede that point. A pussy that gets regular attention IS better able to accommodate a man's, um, HUGENESS!"

"Besides, your honor, I doubt that even NOW, Wendy would be able to painlessly take in MY cock, which is MUCH bigger than Brad's."

"Need I remind you, sir, that you are under oath to tell the TRUTH? If you PERSIST in your lies, I will fine you for contempt of court!"

"But I AM telling the truth, your honor. And if Brad and Wendy can show off THEIR naked organs, I think it is only fair that I get to show you MY organ, as well." With that, W unzipped and removed his trousers. The entire court room let out one loud gasp as W's 10-inch-long shaft sprang out, pointing straight out in front of him.

"Wow!" Judge McCracken beamed. "You ARE telling the truth. You really ARE huge!"

"Ten SOLID, LOVING inches, your honor," W beamed proudly. "Women call me Mister Ed, because I'm hung like a horse!"

"But I'm afraid I'll HAVE to find you guilty of spousal neglect. With a rod THAT nice, and SSSOOOO fine, you should have found another line of work, one that would keep you home and satisfying your wife's DESPERATELY horny cunt, which I'm sure with regular, ummm, vigorous EXERCISE, could easily have accommodated you. I know that if MY husband was this, uh, er, well ENDOWED, and he was unwilling to share his generous proportions with my hot-to-trot twat, I would want a DIVORCE, too. If my husband had generously given it to me round the clock for a year, so that I had come to depend on his sweet loving, and then STOPPED, I would consider that HIGHLY abusive. So I'm granting Ms. Warmcox's petition for divorce, and ordering that all money and possessions you have acquired or saved, that you earned during your ten years of marriage, are to be fully and promptly turned over to Wendy's possession."

"But your honor, what's to become of ME?" W whined.

"Oh, you? YOU, I'm placing under house arrest, pending an investigation of the assets from your illegal weapons business, all of which I also hereby place into Ms. Warmcox's possession."

"HOUSE arrest? But you just GAVE my house to my wife!"

"Not YOUR house, silly!" the judge smiled. "You will be living in MY house!"

"YOUR house? But WHY?"

"At my age, my pussy muscles have sagged, and aren't very tight any more. Ever since my husband died five years ago, I've been searching for a man who is BIG ENOUGH to stuff my huge cavern all full of big, thick cock. From the looks of your throbbing 10 inches, you ought to be just about the right size to completely fill this aging pussy of mine, and to send me into one soul-scorching orgasm after another, just like I used to experience when I was young. You have CRIMINALLY wasted this fine specimen of long, thick, firm cock, by not sharing it with your GORGEOUS and DESPERATELY- HORNY wife for ten long years, and I am going to see to it that your big, beautiful shaft does NOT continue to go to waste, for even ONE MINUTE longer. As long as you are under MY custody, you WILL be using your cock to bring MAXIMUM pleasure to a hot, horny pussy--MINE! In fact, I've decided to make this a LIFE sentence, so I can personally make sure that you always PROPERLY use your most valuable and desirable of all the weapons you've ever possessed, and that you NEVER again let this weapon break another woman's heart!"

"But why did you have to give my ex-wife ALL my money?"

"I don't want you to have ANY money of your own, so you will have NO way to ever leave me, because you'll have no money of your own to live on. You will be COMPLETELY dependent on me for food, clothing, and shelter. And in return, your 10 inches will HAVE to satisfy my too-long- neglected pussy ANY time and EVERY time I get hungry for your cock. Besides, as a judge, I can't allow myself to be touched by the taint of allowing ANY of your illegally- obtained gun money to enter my household. The only way I can GUARANTEE that I avoid having any connection with the financial gains of your criminal past, is to see that you don't get to keep even one CENT of the money you made off of terrorism!"

A man who could have for so long, so severely neglected his young, attractive wife's passionate needs and deepest desires, could be sentenced to no more fitting punishment than becoming a penniless love slave to an overweight, grey- haired, matronly, insatiable nymphomaniac. Judge Prunella kept W on a very short leash (both literally and figuratively) for the rest of W's life.

As everyone shuffled out of Judge Prunella McCracken's court room, Jane Bond turned to Wendy Warmcox, hugged her tightly, and said, "Congratulations. The judge has just made you a VERY rich woman!"

"I was ALREADY a very rich woman!" Wendy replied.

"Awww! You mean, because you have my love, and Brad's, we've made you FEEL very rich, and very blessed? How very sweet of you to think that, my wonderful darling!"

"Well, yes, there IS that, of course. But no, what I REALLY meant was that, as inventor of the World Wide Web, I've already amassed a HUGE fortune! Or I mean, WE have a huge fortune! After all, the three of us ARE all one big loving, devoted family together now. MY fortune is YOUR fortune."

Just then, Miss Moneypenny from British Intelligence walked up to Jane, Brad, and Wendy, in the court-house corridor, handing a very large brown envelope to Jane Bond. "Congratulations," Moneypenny said, "This is your lucky day. Winning the divorce, becoming a family, and amassing several financial fortunes. I think you'll find that what's in this envelope will increase your financial empire, and the happiness of your three-way relationship, significantly more." With a smile, Moneypenny scurried away to take care of other MI-6 business.

Jane eagerly tore open the big, sealed envelope now, and read the letter aloud to Brad and Wendy. "Dear Ms. Bond, Please accept this letter of gratitude from Her Majesty's Secret Service, for the highly-effective and extraordinarily-efficient, if extremely-unusual, manner in which you successfully shut-down the weapons-sales business of the gun merchant known as W, which for ten years has led to the loss of hundreds of American and European lives at the hands of the terrorist extremists whom W was arming. Also, please accept the enclosed check for one hundred thousand pounds, as a token of our appreci--ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS?!"

"ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS?!" Wendy and Brad echoed.

"One hundred thousand pounds, as a token of our appreciation for a job well done. Signed, most sincerely, M."

Wendy, Brad, and Jane hugged each other tightly, hopped up and down, and danced around in circles, repeatedly shouting "Yippee!" the entire time.

Jane reached into the envelope, and pulled out the check, marveling at all those zeroes on the end. As she pulled the check out, a stack of photographs fell out of the envelope, onto the marbled white floor of the court-house hallway. Jane bent down and picked up the photos, held together with a large paper clip that also attached a note to the front of the photograph pile. "These are the photos you took in Vienna--"

Jane pulled off the note, and began to flip through the stack of photos, as Wendy and Brad peered over her shoulder. The first photo showed Wendy draped sexily on her left side on the bed, propping her head on her arm, supported by her elbow on the mattress. She was dressed, or rather just barely dressed, in a sheer, silky black teddy that barely reached below her pussy, leaving her sleek, creamy-white thighs and long, slender legs completely exposed. Her small, bare feet looked soft and smooth, and her dark-red toenails were among the sexiest that any of them had ever seen on any woman. Her 40-inch chest and jutting nipples were completely visible through the thin, delicate fabric of her teddy. Her golden-blonde hair cascaded all the way down her back to caress the perfect globes of her shapely ass cheeks.

In the next photo, Wendy had opened the front of her sheer black teddy. In the third photo, Wendy was starting to slide the teddy off her shoulders and arms. In the next photo, Wendy, now completely naked, lay flat on her back, her head propped up on two thick, fluffy pillows. In the next photo, they could almost SEE Wendy squirming her hips from side to side, as she cupped her enormous breasts in both hands. Next, Wendy was sitting up, pushing her enormous breasts up into her face, and licking her own nipples. Flipping to the next photo, Jane, Brad, and Wendy almost drooled in admiration, as they gazed upon the photo of Wendy rubbing a finger along the outside of her pussy lips, which were already beginning to open wide with excitement.

Eagerly flipping through one photo right after another now, Jane saw Wendy with a finger shoved deeply into her warm, wet pussy, bucking her hips up and down, her pussy arching up into the air, and then her curvy ass cheeks gently settling down onto the sheets again. All the while, in each photo, Wendy didn't miss a beat in rapidly sliding her finger in and out of her wide-open pussy. Moving on to the next series of photos, the loving trio looked at shot after shot of Wendy squirming, thrashing, and bucking quite vigorously, and the final photos showing a torrent of pussy juice oozing out past Wendy's wide-open lips, and out onto her light, curly wisps of naturally-blonde pussy hair and smooth, silky thighs.

Jane picked up the note that had been attached to this stack of photographs, and resumed reading. "I have taken the liberty of submitting these photos to a well-known men's magazine for you, which has just published them. The issue with Wendy's photos is enclosed. Signed, Moneypenny."

Jane eagerly, excitedly reached into the large, brown envelope again, and pulled out a big, thick, glossy, high- quality, tastefully-produced magazine. The cover showed the first photo, of Wendy Warmcox in her black teddy, with the headline "Internet Inventor Reveals All." Inside were, indeed, several of the photos that Jane had snapped of Wendy in her hotel room at Rick's Cafe Americain in Vienna. It was a very professionally-planned photo layout, complete with cute and only-slightly-risque captions. Taped to the centerfold photo, which of course was the close-up of Wendy's pussy shooting out a thick stream of pussy juice, was a check from the magazine, for 50,000 pounds, for the publication rights to those photos. "It's true what they say," Jane grinned, "Money really DOES come to money!"

On the British television news that evening, Jane, Brad, and Wendy watched the coverage of Wendy's sensational divorce trial. The three of them could hardly believe that even a CABLE channel, which routinely ran X-rated movies late at night, would broadcast what this station did!

There, for all the world to see, was a naked Wendy Warmcox, flat on her back atop the prosecutor's table, being thoroughly, deeply, and rapidly pounded by Brad's thrusting, throbbing seven inches. Then Brad withdrawing, and Wendy shaking, moaning, and screaming as she erupted her liquid lust from her innermost recesses, all over her thighs and the table top. Then Jane kneeling down to lick and suck Wendy's continuous flow of creamy passion.

No sooner had this news broadcast ended, than the telephone in Jane, Brad, and Wendy's shared bedroom rang.

"Hello, is this Ms. Bond?"

"Yes, Bond. Jane Bond." Hearing this perfect imitation of their famous father, Wendy cracked-up, doubling-over with laughter. "What can I do for you?" Jane asked.

"This is Hot Spunky Productions. We just saw the news broadcast of the, shall we say, HIGHLY unusual, divorce trial that you conducted for Ms. Wendy Warmcox. We think you guys are the cutest, HOTTEST trio we've EVER watched fucking each other senseless. We can tell that you three are NOT acting, all three of you really DO deeply love, and passionately care about, each other! We here at Hot Spunky are tired of cranking out one lifeless, mechanical, badly- acted porno tape after another. We really WANT the freshness of showing a REAL threesome who all care about, and selflessly fulfill, each other's needs and wants, as they fuck each other senseless. We would like to talk to you about making a realistic and very CLASSY video, featuring the three of you REALLY going at it. We believe that you three would STRONGLY appeal to women and couples, not JUST to men, so we would sell a LOT more tapes. That way, we--and YOU-- Will make much more MONEY. So, what do you say?"

Jane covered the mouthpiece of the phone, and asked Wendy and Brad, "How would you guys like to make an X-rated video, starring just the three of us?"

"YEAH!" Wendy shouted.

Brad gave his answer in a less-verbal way, grabbing Jane around her waist, lifting her skirt, and kissing and licking at her bare pussy.

"I take it that's a yes?" Jane chuckled. Then, uncovering the phone, Jane tried to mask her own excitement by asking in a calm, business-like tone, "How much does it pay?"

Jane listened for a moment, then dropped the phone, gasped, and let out a long, shrill whistle.

"What?" Wendy asked, concerned for Jane's well-being. "What's wrong?"




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"He says their phone has been ringing off the hook ever since the news broadcast started, loyal customers of theirs calling to ask when they were going to make an X-rated video starring the three people that were just shown on TV, fucking each other in divorce court. He says that there is SO much demand for a porno tape featuring all three of us, that he'll pay us half a million pounds, plus give us FULL creative control over what we do on the tape, if we'll just agree right NOW to make this tape. What do you say?"

Now both Wendy and Brad bent their heads down into Jane's still-bare crotch, and both began kissing and licking Jane's pussy. "I THOUGHT that's what you would say!" Jane laughed. Then, into the phone again, "Half a million, and FULL creative control, right? OK, we'll DO it! Let's make a MOVIE!"

Naturally, with the amount of REAL love, caring, and passion that had always gone into each one of their sexual adventures, the video that Jane, Wendy, and Brad made together became one of the best-selling X-rated tapes of all time. The happy, loving, lusting trio went on to make and market dozens more X-rated videos, increasing their wealth many-fold.

Brad, Jane, and Wendy eventually bought-out the Hot Spunky Productions company, and focused exclusively on making and selling tapes with themselves as the stars. Brad and Jane both quit the spying business, and bought their own private tropical island, where they and Wendy made one new X-rated video each year (after privately developing and rehearsing their "plot" nightly for a full year before each tape).

The three tried-out new sexual positions and combinations on each successive tape, and broke their own sales records with each new tape they released. In short, Jane, Brad, and Wendy were handsomely rewarded, financially, emotionally, and sexually, for the generosity of their spirits. And, like all good, classic stories, in this one, "they all lived happily ever after," too. Well, maybe all except the mean-spirited W, who in his way, led the rest of his life (as elderly Judge Prunella McCracken's love-slave) in the way that HE deserved, too.

The End