" ... should be arriving anytime now, Don," the graying man in the smart business suit was saying as he finished his roll, tomato juice and coffee in the dining room of Paris' Orly Airport. "You'll like her, I'm sure. A real sexy thing ... and young. You should get along famously, all right. Here are your two passports-the fictitious ones. You'll be staying at the Continental. Hotel near Place Vendome ... as man and wife, of course. Have you familiarized yourself with Dallas, Texas?"
"Look, sir," Don spoke, gesturing with his hands, "I can do this job myself! A ... a damned female agent posing as my wife is no good. So Louisa Lanay, the Number One Communist spy in Paris is kinky about her sex. So what? Good gosh, "Alfa," I've seduced outright Lesbians by myself before I It's downgrading for me! It's ... "
"I said, Mr. Cabot-Number One agent for Western Intelligence-have you familiarized yourself with Dallas, Texas?" "Alfa," one of the top directors of Western Intelligence asked his international agent, sounding a little angered.
"Yes, sir!" the handsome, twenty-eight-year-old super agent replied obediently. "I went to Parker High School north of Highland Park, lived at 12101 Preston Lane, father was a director of Sunshine Oil Company, met my wife, Marie at the University of Texas in 1952. She's from Dallas too, but went to" high school over in Oak Cliff and I didn't know her before. I'm a successful securities salesman now as well as being a director of my father's oil company ... "
"That's enough, Cabot," "Alfa" cut him off, lighting up an expensive meerschaum pipe and puffing it lightly as he finished his coffee. "I should know by now that it's senseless for me to try to hip you up. And ... so far, neither has the "enemy. Ah! They're announcing her plane now. I'll be getting along, Cabot. Washington tomorrow, then Mexico City. You'll keep in contact the usual ways. Good luck, boy ... "
Don Cabot stood up to watch "Alfa" leave the dining room and skillfully disappear into the early crowd of travelers who jammed Orly Terminal. The sage, suave, older man, almost third from the top in Western Intelligence. What a story he must have to tell, Don mused to himself. "Alfa" had been a top OSS agent in World War II, and before that was one of the last American agents in Berlin, posing as a chauffeur at the U.S. Embassy there.
It was doubtful, Don realized, that Marie Roland, the female Western agent arriving on the 8:30 AM plane from New York, had ever seen "Alfa." Don in fact, saw the man quite infrequently, although they kept in communication by scrambled short-wave all over the world. That was the way Western Intelligence operated ... few familiarities or friendships were allowed to nourish between the directors and the agents. It was also frowned upon for agents to become friends, because then if one was caught, two would be caught.
Of course, when two agents had to work together, and particularly on as close a basis as "man and wife," intimacies were bound to occur. But whoever Marie Roland was, Don knew he would probably never see her again after this assignment. There was no place in an agent's work for lasting love or friendships.
Don Cabot left enough francs on the table to cover his and "Alfa's" breakfast twice over, then walked over toward the Customs Exit. He knew she would be wearing a green, Mandarin style dress of clinging Jersey, was twenty-two years old, had been an agent less than two years but had proven herself by the eliminating of two Communist agents in Belgrade less than a year ago. It was her life or theirs, and she had handled herself like a true espionage agent.
"Damn it," Don thought to himself aloud. What difference did it make if she was the most beautiful blonde in the world and would satisfy his somewhat excessive sexual appetite every way he liked? Don Cabot never needed any help- in seducing a female. It was second nature to him. What had to be so different about Louisa Lanay, the former Czech Countess, now known as the "most beautiful Communist agent in France"? He could seduce her himself!
And then Don saw the girl in the molded green jersey coming out of the Customs Exit, and his thoughts became confused. Marie Roland (5' 4", 122 lbs., 36-24-36, 22 yrs. old, born to French immigrants in New York City and raised to speak French or English with equal naturalness and fluency ), was more than just beautiful! She was more than just sexy! When she walked across the big floor, her body swayed in a way that combined elegance, charm, beauty, and rawly provocative sex!
Her eyes searched him out keenly, her facial expression almost giving away her intrigue with some at whom she looked, disgust for others. Marie's hair was blonde and piled on top of her head beautifully. Instead of looking as if she had been on a jet all night across the Atlantic, Marie appeared as if she had just stepped out of a few hours in a Parisian beauty salon. "
Don moved behind a family of three who were standing together, just so he could have a little more time to observe his new partner before they met and passed the "code" amenities that would positively identify them to each other. The intrepid Western agent was something of a leg man when it came to preferred female partners, and the full shapeliness of Marie's thighs and buttocks were well revealed by the clinging jersey dress. It followed the curve of her thigh from just beneath the garter clasp (which was minutely outlined too), up to the under-crease of her ass, which was splendiferously erotic in size and shape. He was certain she wore no girdle.
It was quite easy for Don's mind to switch from business to pleasure in less than a second, either way. Perhaps, he thought, if he could just forget about his aggressive male prowess and his loss of pride in not being able to take on the challenge of Louisa Lanay's seduction alone there could be a great deal of pleasure to this assignment. Louisa, as had been discovered, had a real mania for American married couples in threesomes, as well as young teenage girls. Don could see himself utterly surrounded by such maturely built and experienced females as Marie and Louisa, with a bevy of passionate young French teenagers thrown in for a little extra spice!
"Marie! Marie! Here I am!" Don called out to the beautiful creature, then ran up to embrace her as their mouths met and tongues intertwined. The kiss was for real, too real. Don was supposed to be a securities salesman from Texas who had been in Paris for a week on business (as his fictionalized passport from Intelligence headquarters indicated), and his wife, Marie, was just arriving to spend their vacation with him.
The kiss and embrace lasted considerably longer than that of a man and wife separated for only a week. But it was part of the code. They were to French kiss, embrace warmly, and she was to grind her pelvis to his. Don felt the soft pubic mound of the girl as it pressed against his already excited cock, through their clothing. He wondered if the physical response was as real for her as it was for him.
Don knew that people were watching and that he couldn't take advantage of the situation and dry fuck the girl in the middle of Orly Terminal. But when the squash of her breasts came against his chest, he was extremely hard put to end it. Would she play the man-wife game after they closed the door to their hotel room, he wondered, or would she become suddenly all business, hard and cold?
"I ... I guess we missed each other even more than we thought!" Marie exclaimed, with a bit of hidden irritation, Don thought, as they broke away. "Where are we staying, dear?"
"The Continental," he told her, grabbing her overnight case and steering her toward the taxi ramp. He then lowered his voice after they were in the cab and on the way to downtown Paris. "Here's your new passport, Mrs. Turner. Keep your own checked in the hotel safe inside another envelope. This one is stamped with the same arrival time as the real one. I've been staying at the Bedford Hotel, but I'll call and have my bags brought over to the Continental."
"What about my bags?" she asked suddenly. "They're still at the airport!"
"Damn ... how stupid!" Don mumbled, telling the driver to go back to Orly and wait for them to get her luggage.
Within forty-five minutes, "Mr. & Mrs. Don Turner" were registered at the Continental and in the process of unpacking their bags in a two-room suite that overlooked the rue de Castiglione. But to the left, there was the Place Vendome, and to the right, a distant view of the Tuileries Gardens. Or was it the other way? Don didn't really care. He knew that the gorgeous, blonde, "associate agent" was in the suite with him, and there was only one bedroom. Now, was the time for a combination of business and pleasure. It was before noon, and there would be no reason to attempt to contact the Czech Countess until the evening hours.
This, thought Don, as he watched the girl remove her dress and hang it up, then turned toward him in provocative nylon bra, stockings and garter belt, was to be the "hour of pleasure." But he was not yet knowledgeable of the attitude that Marie Roland would take.
"As the senior agent on this job, and for a man of your reputation," she began in a pseudo formal manner as she stood with hands on hips and a hint of a knowing smile, "I was surprised that you were ready to whisk me away to the hotel without waiting for my luggage."
Don looked at her sharply, playing it very seriously. He told Marie, "It's one of my jobs as the senior agent, to see how my partner performs. After all, it was your luggage, riot mine. How was I to know you hadn't made arrangements to have a large trunk brought to the hotel by delivery truck?"
"Two reasons!" she snapped quickly, ticking them off with her finger. "First of all, you knew that I didn't even know the name of our hotel until I asked you. Secondly, you were the one who mentioned that the luggage had been 'forgotten' and had the cab turn back to the airport."
Don's eyes studied the rich, full curves and firm protuberances of Marie's body, the expression of amusement on the classic yet sultry face. She enjoyed his pleasure in looking at her almost naked body, and her eyes followed his, narcissistically, to the bulge of her cunt mound, which was covered by a patch of full blonde hair. Almost reading his mind, Marie spread her thighs slightly to expose the young, meaty lips of her pussy, which were poised, ready to open, as those of her mouth, for a long and inspiring kiss!
Marie smiled in self-pleasure as she looked at herself, then moved her eyes to Don's face and licked her lips liquidly. She reached behind her back with both hands and quickly unclasped the bra, then wiggled her shoulders to let the straps fail down her arm. The vibrations set up a sexy shimmy movement of her belly, buttocks and upper thighs, and she seemed to enjoy the subtle sensuality of her disrobing.
The main vibrations, however, were of the two, large globes, the fabulously perfected tittles with the medium-sized nipples that already seemed rigid and red compared to the creamy smoothness of the outthrust tit flesh itself. As the bra fell to the floor, Marie put her middle finger of her right hand in her mouth and sucked it poutingly, suggestively. After it was thoroughly moistened, she rubbed it over one nipple, then the other, as her head rolled back in languor and she sighed softly.
Don had removed his jacket and tie. His trousers bulged mightily in front. Yet he made no move yet. He knew he could jump out of his trousers, throw her on the bed and be fucking her in ten seconds. Why, he wondered, was she making it so easy? Or did she intend to put up a big fight after the big tease and play games with him?
"At this point, you're obviously panting for me to tell you what a great body you have," Don said effecting a very believable smirk. "All right, Marie: I'll say it. 'You've got a terrific body: Now, you've started the game. What do you do for an encore? I'm waiting ... "
"Oh, you conceited bastard!" she screamed at him, her face crimson with rage, her hand smashing on the night table so hard the lamp fell off. "All right! You win! I forgot about my luggage because the kiss and 'body rub' you gave me at the airport was too much. It turned my sex organs inside out! But it did the same for you too!"
"Men become excited quite easily," Don shrugged, stepping back to look out the window as he continued to talk. "Take the little French girl walking along the street down there ... about nineteen years old, showing a great deal of cleavage, beautiful young legs, nicely curved ass. The average male could look down at a scene like that, and with very little imagination, find himself with a throbbing erection"
Her firm breasts shifting from side to side, Marie pranced over to the big window to look down at the street below. How, she wondered, could a man become so aroused by a little French girl fully dressed, while she was facing him in only garter belt and stockings. Her eyes searched left, then right, finding only a few males and faceless tourist couples walking along the street.
"Where is she?" Marie demanded to know. "You realize I was selected because I'm bisexual. I can become excited as much as a man by feminine sex appeal. Where is she, Don? Where is this luscious little teenage French thing with the body that can set men on fire?"
"I ... think she stepped in a shop across the street there just as you came to the window," Don answered her with a chuckle, then pointed to the windows in an office building directly across from them. "I guess she was no competition for you, my dear. There must be forty men over there enjoying a look at you!"
"Oh, you bastard!" Marie screamed, drawing the thick drapes across the window as fast as she could. "Is it part of your job to have me put on a strip show for a bunch of ... of gaggling Frenchmen?"
"No, Marie ... I'm sorry," Don said with a wry grin as he sat on the bed by her and began to unbutton his shirt. "I just wanted to have a little fun ... walk right into it because of your female pride of body. Oh, don't misunderstand me now. You've got a body to be proud of. It's just a damn shame it has to be shared by other females too. Tell me, dear, how did you become a bisexual? Was your first experience with a male or female?"
"Oh ... now you want to psychoanalyze me!" she said protestingly, trying to hide a gasp and widening of her fascinated eyes when Don took off his last garment, his shorts, and a hard, long, thick cock sprung into view, its hairy balls dangling below.
"No. Simply curious," Don told her believably. And then he sat beside her on the bed again and watched the fingers of her left hand twitch nervously before they moved toward his prick to touch it. "I've met a lot of bisexual females, but they were usually on the other side. I never cared what made them tick. My only concern was to do a job, play up to whatever degree of heterosexuality they possessed ... "
As he talked, Marie's fingers gently traced a design over the head and around the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the bed so she had better access to his organ, and watched the dexterous fingers caress and tease him, the long fingernails dig a momentary canal down the inflamed length, then over the top. His breathing was heavier, but still under control. It was a very sensual experience, something he could enjoy for a long time if that was Marie's desire.
"It began when I was fourteen ... or almost fourteen." Marie's voice was husky and low. She leaned over suggestively to Dan's cock and took one swipe at the head of it with her lovely tongue, teasing the little hole with its tip. And then she continued her story.
"It was a very strange experience, Don. I was prematurely developed and had to keep in firm control my sexual feelings. They were precociously strong! I sucked off my eighteen-year-old boyfriend then, but I wouldn't let him fuck me because I was afraid of pregnancy. He refused to go down on me at first, saying it was 'unmanly.' So I simply refused to go down on his cock one night ... or to even touch it, unless he sucked me. I taught him to be an expert at it.
"The bastard! He was screwing a girl three years older than himself at that time too, and he made her pregnant. He was shot gunned into marrying her, but she had a miscarriage. Nan ... his wife ... was a very beautiful and sexy woman with bright red hair. She' was very aggressive and had a multitude of sexual desires, one of which was young girls.
"Bill, my former boyfriend, invited me over for drinks one night to meet Nan. I felt very peculiar about it. I was only fourteen, but I accepted the mixed drinks they handed me and became very mellow. I was aware of Bill undressing Nan and kissing her. The next thing I remember was that all three of us were in bed naked and my pussy was being sucked in the most beautifully perfect way I had ever dreamed possible. The tongue concentrated its laps and twirls' and pressures at my clit. I would rise to orgasm, but the tongue wouldn't stop, Don. It kept going. Bill was suddenly at my face! He was kissing me on my mouth and whispering, 'Oh, it's good to watch Nan eat a girl ... oh, it's good ... "
"Before I could jump up and scream or rationalize, Bill was holding me down and sucking my nipples until I completely gave up ... and decided to enjoy it. It was wonderful! Over the next few months, I learned that I could enjoy going down on Nan while Bill had me from the rear position.
"Oh, I've been psychoanalyzed ... just like we all are when we come into the organization. That experience with Bill and Nan fixated my primary sexual interests as bisexual acts in a threesome, although I am perfectly capable of being aroused by either a male or female alone ... if the person appeals to me. On an assignment, I can fake it, if necessary, because I am completely knowledgeable of the love acts of both sexes. I can seduce either a male or woman very convincingly. But I have no hang-up over this. It came as a ... a trauma, I suppose, but it never really bothered me. After all, I can enjoy sex with twice as many people as you can!"
"Fortunately," Don said, watching and tensing his body as he watched Marie's wet lips slide over the head of his rigid cock, "I've never had any problems with finding enough of the female half. But ... from what you say, I gather your introduction to threesomes must be similar to that of Louisa Lanay. She's killed three of our best agents ... one of them in Washington only a year ago. If we can seduce her, gain her trust, and get her to the States with us, New York will honor the murder warrant and hold her, as soon as she steps off the plane at Idlewild ... "
Don's voice trailed off as her lips began to move up and down on his cock in a tantalizing rhythm. His sensitive cock could detect each part of her mouth on its way in, and he found it as fleshy and tight as he imagined her pussy would be. She was lying on the bed beside him, her ass toward his face, the beautiful upper thighs right at his eye level.
He continued to enjoy her leisurely sucking, but also let his fingers play gently over the fullness of her ass. Soon, she was moving closer, and with very little encouragement from Don, hoisted her left leg over his face and chest so she was directly on top of him. Her cunt hairs mingled with the hairs on Don's chest. Her secretions oozed out and matted them down.
Without any specific goal in mind really, Don allowed himself to enjoy the view of her gaping crotch as his hands fondled and kneaded the gorgeously creamy smoothness of her ass cheeks. He could tell so easily that Marie was not faking her sexual desires at all. The muscles in her stomach twitched against his own, then transmitted the sensations to her open pussy, which showed involuntary movements a split second later.
Opening the cheeks of her ass, he found the view much more exciting than on any posed shot of some girl taken by a porno photographer. It amazed him, as it had so many times before to watch the little asshole tense in a rhythm that continued all the way from the paced moments of pleasure Marie was experiencing from the sucking of his cock.
The liquidly red and inviting flesh of her open pussy, the fringe of light hair around the outer lips, the meaty thickness of her excited inner lips, and the throbbing projection of her barely discernible clit at the top of her gash, all combined to make the view more arousing. The inner lips would squeeze together almost in time with the spasms of her pink-red anus, but there was a split second of difference.
"I don't care what you think of me," Marie panted to him after removing his cock from her mouth and holding it up. "I love what I'm doing, Don ... and there's one place ... on your body ... that's no different from a woman's. Don ... roll over ... "
As if on cue, they wrapped their anus around each other and were in reversed positions almost immediately. Although the view and feel of Marie's gorgeous ass and its interesting little crevice were not so available to Don, he was much more interested in the ministrations which he anticipated from Marie. He rested his hands on her belly, then let them "crawl" down through the mass of silky blonde hair to the outer edge of her pussy lips.
Marie, meanwhile, brought the first reaction from Don when she opened the cheeks of his ass and began to lick up from his balls to the very crater of his asshole. She continued this game of sexual brinkmanship, teasing and titillating the inner part of his ass crease, but always stopping at the edge of the crater.
Don moved his hips very slightly and moaned audibly, an unworded notice that he wanted her tongue very much. However, he could play the game too, and he did. Using the index fingers of each hand, he ran the tips up and down the curves of each moist cunt lip, still' far enough out to feel the silky hair entangle with his fingernails occasionally and cause Marie minute stabs of pain as they were pulled out.
Very slowly, Don began to move his fingers further into the fleshy, slimy slot, but no more than a fraction of an inch, and never losing the tempo of his rubbing. His mouth was at her upper thighs, just above the tops of her sleek nylons, but he pulled himself down a little, forcing Marie to lift her head and move with him, if she was to maintain her oral attention to his sensitive anus. His head was right at her knee, and Don began to lick through the sheer nylon, letting his saliva "glue" it to the fully formed flesh of her thigh.
Marie seemed to find no trouble at all in keeping up with Don, as he would move back and maneuver his head almost underneath her knee. She thoroughly enjoyed having her easily aroused flesh licked through the sheer nylon, and the coolish wet feeling that remained when his tongue moved on.
"Oooh ... Don!" she exclaimed with a sudden spasm of her excited body. "Do ... it again. Oh! It's ... you're so good, Don."
And once again, the handsome young lover-spy opened his lips, pressed them wetly underneath her right knee, and began to lick it feverishly through the gossamer nylon. He too enjoyed the feel, the taste of the gauzy, material heated by her flesh for so many hours. There was a thrill all its own, incomparable to any other sensation, and more "forbiddingly" sexy than licking the bare flesh of a daintily feminine under knee; at least on occasion.
At the same time, Don kept one finger rubbing around the wet lips of her pussy and progressing toward the inside at a torturously slow speed for Marie. Her body was beginning to spasm more and more and she reached for and obtained several small orgasms. But each one only made her come back with more passion than ever and crave to be entered or licked or put into more direct sexual contact in any way. If it kept up like this, she thought, Don would drive her crazy.
Of course, she, was driving Don to distraction too and, being a male, could not experience any kind of climax unless it was accompanied by ejaculation. And he had no intention of wasting a full load of his semen on the bed sheet or on Marie's tits, which now squashed against his cock as he licked higher up her stockinged thighs. Of course, Don thought, coming between a girl's tits was not an altogether wasteful way of ejaculating. He remembered the little Russian girl at the U.N. who liked to have him straddle her belly and fuck her tits as she held them around his cock. And she also had spells of wanting to simply masturbate his cock so the cream would squirt out on her breasts as he came.
He evaded the memories, realizing that the feel of his hard prick sliding around over Marie's tits as she teased his asshole with her tongue, could prove too potent a combination. He returned to licking her stockinged thigh, his acutely tuned tongue detecting the very second that he had reached the slightly thicker tops. The texture was different; he placed his tongue farther from the clinging wetness of the more sheer portion. But he allowed his saliva to soak the area thoroughly until the pressure of his tongue against the material was little different than when he was licking the thinner portion.
It seemed to Don that each new female, whether a challenging seduction, or another colleague, had a separate and distinct sexual personality. Not only were there little differences in the contours of their body portions, but in the subtle or even wide difference of their likes and responses. For instance, he reasoned, there was always it new thrill, a point of new and more closely erotic union, when he licked above the tops of a girl's stockings. But this was not true for the female in all instances.
Marie was the more responsive type. Her beautiful body spasmed and she emitted a soft sound from her mouth, when Dan's tongue passed from the top of her stockings to the bare flesh of her inner thighs at a point so close to her crotch that she could almost feel the oral contact. Don licked, and licked, and licked, first on one thigh and then the other. Finally, when the juncture of the spasming thighs was reached, he removed his finger from her outer lips and replaced it with his tongue. Still, he teased the outer area, just as Marie would bring her tongue ever closer to penetrating his aroused anus, but always fall short of the desired act of full, soulful penetration.
Don's only advantage was his strength. In any "fighting" situation, Marie might be able to almost match him, as Western agents, male or female had to pass the most rigorous tests in hand to hand combat and trigger-quick defense. He had worked with a small Japanese-American girl once, not even five feet tall, and watched her kill two hulking Ukrainian bodyguards with her bare hands and fighting skill.
But that was something else entirely and the remembrance slipped quickly from Don's impassioned mind. As he licked inside the swollen lips of her pussy until he could taste the juices. of he: dripping cunt with increasing lust, feel the slippery, sleekness of her lubricated flesh without the hindrance of hair, he moved only the very top of his shoulders down her sweetly perspiring body. Hunched up slightly this way, provided him with the distinct advantage he wanted.
Don waited for the precise moment with all the skill he might use in a different kind of contest with a deadly adversary. His hands pressed down just over the side pelvic bones of the writhing and naked young blonde, preventing her from suddenly pushing herself up to him and gaining the entrance of his tongue more deeply into her strongly teased cunt.
And then, the moment arrived! Marie was making her advances toward his asshole with the hardened lip of her tongue. She had his buttocks spread widely and licked up from his balls, intending to stop as soon as she reached the half-depth of his anal crater. Then, like a coiled lion, and with perfect timing, Don pushed back the rest of his body so quickly, that her tongue sunk deeply into his anus before she had time to react.
He took over completely, moving his ass back and forth, feeling her tongue move in and out of his supersensitive anus until she picked up the rhythm herself, so awed by their sexual union that she didn't care who succumbed first to more direct and stimulating penetration.
And as Don tasted the sweeter and sweeter inner recesses of her pussy flesh, he too began to make a more direct and impassioned contact with the girl. The tip of his tongue pressed and rubbed against the inner lips of her pussy and made Marie cry out in ecstasy! He licked over the bulge of her clit and sucked the morsel between his greedy lips until the girl's cries were longer and louder and her tongue fucked his sensitive asshole with more and more speed.
Don was at the breaking point. He could come right then and Hood Marie's eager mouth with his strong abundant ejaculation. He knew she wanted that and would gulp down every last drop, then try to suck more from his very balls. His experience with females telegraphed this desire to him right away. Marie was an oralist, and that would make her excellent in relations with other females. The slightest suggestion that he was about to come, he knew, would result in her immediate placing of the cock that was now on her breasts, into her mouth. She too could interpret the particular phase of the love partner's passion.
Marie's fucking of his asshole had served the dual purpose of pleasure and "testing." Louisa Lanay would love it. Marie's technique was perfect. Don, however, decided to demonstrate his great control and capacity for fooling even the most expert female sex artist. He let his penis get to the point of almost final engorgement and throbbing. And, as he had surmised, Marie immediately pushed his buttocks up, grasped his cock from underneath, pulled it out, and put it in her mouth. But as she sucked and sucked, grunting and moaning in orgasm because she was so sure that her mouth would be instantly hooded with his sex cream, Don released his sex-tension, began to think vividly of the time he was thrown into a pit with three lions during one of his capers in India.
It worked. His mighty cock maintained its rigidity, but did not come. Frustratedly, Marie was thrashing the bed with one hand, her feet beating out a staccato of thumps at the other end, while her finger rammed into Don's asshole with a suddenness that was meant to bring on his orgasm. She continued to suck his cock violently, letting her tongue revolve around the shaft and head, saliva drooling all over her face as he pumped the tool down into her throat with each thrust.
At the same time, Don remained at her dripping pussy, pushing farther in with his tongue, then rubbing it over the throbbing clitoris and causing more grunts and thrashes from Marie. He licked deep into the crevice until his tongue passed the introitus and entered the vagina itself, at which point Marie demonstrated the skill she exercised in control of her vaginal muscles.
It was Don who screamed out in agony as the girl tightened her vaginal muscles to their limits and imprisoned his tongue for a moment. However, her pussy was far too lubricated to hold such a slippery thing as his tongue, which had not penetrated the depths of her vagina as his cock would have.
In a babble of almost unintelligible speech, Marie begged him to come in her mouth, "Don ... come! Come ih mth! Dong ... come ih mth!"
"I'll come in your pussy, baby, but not until you're ready to come again too," he told her after removing his mouth from her crotch.
Don turned around and faced the panting perspiring, naked girl, then crawled on top and felt her hand immediately grasp his hard cock and guide it to her spasming pussy.
"Oh, you feel good in me, Don," she said softly. He looked down at her face, a beautiful face with a mouth that glistened with the liquids of passion.
As he began to move his cock slowly in and out of her clinging sex hole, Marie's warm eyes studied his face too. And then she spoke out softly, saying, "I've only seen you once before, Don. That was last year at an agents' meeting in Washington when "Delta" addressed us on internal espionage and counterespionage. You probably didn't notice me. But I noticed you, Don. I swore that moment that if it was the last thing I ever did ... I was going to be fucked and sexed by Don Cabot. I've dreamed about it thought about it, fantasized your fucking me when I was alone and masturbating or using my vibrator ..."
"So?" Don interrupted.
"You're better than I ever dreamed," she said, her breath coming faster as her hips picked up speed and met his thrusts more forcefully. "Fuck ... me! Don! I'm getting there. I love your cock in me. I wanted to swallow it ... but we can do that anytime. Oh, now! I'm coming ...!"
Don cried out too as he felt the long imprisoned sex liquids come coursing through the small channel running along the underside of his cock, then spew its cream into Marie's vagina. Her whole pussy became super slick and more lubricated and Don's cock went through its final spasms of pleasure jerking around in the fleshy liquidness that felt so good.
"It ... may be the only time I'll have you, Don," Marie said as her muscles milked his last drop of semen. "But I'll always remember it ..."
"Forget it," Don said abruptly, spoiling the cozy, affectionate after moments of love that Marie (as well as most females) craved. "There's no room for the romantics in this game ... unless you're faking it to seduce an adversary. If you get hung-up about a brother or sister agent, you11 never perform to your fullest potential. We've both enjoyed a very outstanding sexual experience. It has to be left at that, Marie. The opportunity may come again ... and then it may not."
"At least I proved to you that I am a real woman when it comes to sex," Marie replied, wiping her flooded crotch with a bath towel and throwing off her romantic emotions. "Oh, I know, Don ... I think you're afraid I might feel really romantic toward someone I'm supposed to seduce ... that I'll defect to their side. Oh, no. I allowed myself to give in to my real feelings ... and want to hold you there close to me lovingly ... because I thought it would be safe for us. We're on the same side, Don. But ... I guess you're right. It would be completely senseless for me to fall in love with you ..."
"Let's get washed up and have a good lunch sent up to us," Don suggested. "There's a lot of planning and talking we have to do before tonight ... "
It was a few minutes past two in the afternoon when Don and Marie were sipping their second cup of coffee after a very sumptuous lunch and looking out the large window of their suite in silent meditation. Marie lit two cigarettes and handed one to Don, which he accepted with a quick smile as the only acknowledgment.
"Why do you think this will be such a simple job?" Marie asked, breaking the several minutes of silence. "You've been here over a week studying it, and two of our French agents have been helping you, haven't they?"
"Yes," Don answered, turning his eyes from the street below to hers. "That's why the execution of the job itself will be so easy ... because of the vast amount of time and concentration we have spent on sizing up every facet of Louisa Lanay's personality, her habits, her bodyguards. She's a highly emotional creature. We may be able to seduce her in one night and have her on the plane to New York with us by tomorrow.
A typical, attractive, sexually appealing American couple-us-is her greatest weakness. She enjoys men, women and young girls too, but she goes to the Club Royale every night because it's full of young American couples. Her problem is that damned few American couples are interested in her. A few swingers perhaps, but they are few and far between. You and I combine the perfect attraction for her. She will seek us out. She will be the aggressor ... and this, she thinks, will also insure that we are not agents. We don't approach her, she chooses us to approach."
"What about her bodyguards?" Marie asked, wanting to hold Don's hand across the table, but resisting the strong urge.
"There's always one man assigned to cover her." Don stood up and paced the floor as he talked. "He's not so much of a bodyguard to keep aggressive Western agents away from her-she's pretty capable of protecting herself when it comes to that-as to see that she doesn't become too sexually attached to any of those she seduces for her own pleasure. That's why we have to get rid of him first ... get him out of the way."
"Does he go to the Club Royale with her every night?"
"Not with her," Don explained, propping his foot upon the chair across from Marie and leaning, with his elbow on his knee as he ticked off the facts of Louisa Lanay's nightly schedule for search of pleasure. "He follows her to the door, waits a couple of minutes, then goes into the club and takes a seat over at a comer table to observe ... then follows her if she goes out with someone."
"And she recognizes this man? She would miss him and know something is wrong if he isn't seated in that table?" Marie asked, becoming more absorbed in their plans.
"Yes ... and she will always look back to see that he is following in his car when she leaves with someone," Don went on. "Oh, he doesn't prevent her from doing anything, but he finds out who the people are and waits around the hotel or residence they retire to for their sex orgies. When she comes out, she expects to see his car parked nearby."
"But ... if we are successful in seducing her ... making her want to go back to 'Texas' with us," Marie rationalized, "then she would want her man out of the way as much as we would."
"Not 'out of the way' exactly," Don corrected. "But she would be willing to take a chance to sneak by him, out of a back entrance or something. That's why we have to figure out an efficient way to eliminate him from the scene and replace him with one of our men as early as possible. She can't recognize his face from across the Club Royale or in a car that's some distance away. All we need have is a hefty man, who wears baggy suits. And I know just the man. He's one of our French agents who has been casing this job with me."
"And ... how does he ... 'eliminate' Louisa's real bodyguard?" Marie inquired.
"He doesn't ... you do."
"Me! Why me?" the girl inquired, almost as if to protest, then adding, "How can I do that if I'm supposed to be in the Club Royale with you ... as your wife?"
"And so you will be," Don explained further, snuffing out his cigarette and speaking very determinedly. "All of this depends on precise timing. You and I will be in the club before Louisa arrives. We will have a very conspicuous table in the area she seems to prefer. But ... as soon as we see her enter, you will get up and head toward the Ladies' room. You may have to squeeze by her through the tables and catch her eye right then, make yourself noticeable to her.
"But you will only stay in the Ladies' room for a moment, then come back out and leave the club by the front door, mumbling something in French about having left your lipstick in our rented car. All of this, you must accomplish in less than two minutes.
"Once outside the club, you will walk to the side street where our car will be parked, and also where the bodyguard parks his car. It's a large, black Mercedes, you can't miss it. Hopefully, he will still be sitting in the car, just about to get out and come in the club. You will go up to him at the drivers' side and ask him for a light for your cigarette ... in French.
"As he holds his lighter up to your cigarette with his right hand, you will jab him with this hypodermic at his inner wrist, trying to hit a. vein, if possible ... "
"What if I don't hit a vein?"
"It might take him as long as two seconds to pass out ... instead of immediately," Don replied, holding up the syringe and a small, rubber-tipped vial of fluid. "And then you will return to the Ladies' room, break the syringe and Hush it down the toilet, put on new lipstick, and rejoin me at our table with a charming smile."
"What happens to the bodyguard?" Marie asked, not quite understanding it all.
"Everything will be planned with precision!" Don assured her, acting a little irritably. "The street there is rather desolate and poorly lighted. Even to a passerby it would only appear that he slumped back in his seat after giving a light to a streetwalker ... "
"A streetwalker! Me! A ... whore?"
"Yes! You! A whore!" Don lashed out at her impatiently. "Come off it now, Marie! You're an Intelligence agent, not a prim little schoolmarm from the Midwest! What else would someone think if they saw a pretty girl walk up to a man parked in a ten-thousand dollar car and ask for a light?"
"It's a perfectly natural street scene for Paris. That's why you're doing it instead of a male agent. Another reason you're doing it is because we don't want to involve a single agent more than is necessary. You are the logical one for that very important phase of this mission.
"As for the man ... he will be removed from the car as soon as the coast is completely clear. Two of our French agents will drive up beside his car and put his body in the back seat of their vehicle. One of the men will be the bodyguard's double. He will take the man's car keys and identification. The other man will drive off with the body."
"The body?" Marie asked, her eyes showing a little concern. "You mean that ... I will have killed him ?"
"The man must never be heard from again!" Don exploded, gesturing irritably with his hands. "They must never know at what point Louisa ceased being observed by him. And don't give me any crap about killing! You've killed before! You'll kill again! In some cases, it's the only way to do the job right.
"Do you have some reservations? Tell me, Marie! Do you have some reservations?"
"Absolutely none!" she said positively, firmly, and looked him right in the eye forcefully.
As usual, Don Cabot's carefully thought-out plans worked perfectly, and he stood up like a gentleman to help his "wife" be seated again, when she returned to their table at the Club Royale at 9:15 that night. To Marie's great surprise, Don was not alone I In the few minutes that she had been gone (no more than ten) to accomplish her job, Don had been hard at work too.
"Darling," he said, before pushing the chair in for Marie to sit down. "I want you to meet a most charming young lady. Louisa Lanay ... my wife, Marie."
"Yes ... it gives me great pleasure to know very sweet young American couples," Louisa responded, shaking hands vigorously with Marie after she stood up. "I am very sorry that I did accidentally bump into you so hard when we passed between the tables a few minutes ago. I took liberty to come and apologize to your husband ... and we began to talk, so I am afraid I have stayed here too long. I will return to my table now ... alone ... "
"Oh, please join us," Marie insisted. "I'm not at all jealous, and I'm not upset about the struggle we had getting between those two chairs when I was on the way to the powder room. We're having a wonderful time in Paris, but we do want to meet some people. We'd be delighted for you to join us."
"Please do," Don added, standing behind her chair.
"It's terrible of me to intrude this way," Louisa said with a sigh and a Gallic gesture of resignation, as she sat down again. "But I do have a special delight for Americans. So many of you ... when you visit with Paris, you know, you are more free. You release inhibitions and have a good time ... real good time."
"But you aren't French either, are you?" Marie asked, studying the stunning woman's face and figure as much as she could. "Your accent is more ... "
"Czech ... yes," Louisa broke in with a big smile, and then seemed to reminisce aloud. "If it were not for the Communists, I would be a Countess. Many of my friends here refer to me as 'Countess.' Oh, but I am not trying to sound snobbish, no ... "
As Louisa continued to talk, both Don and Marie noticed a heavy-set man in an ill-fitted but expensive suit, seating himself at a corner table well across the room. They noticed too that Louisa looked his way briefly, then frowned for a second, before returning to tell them her life story. It was true that she had been a member of Royalty in Eastern Europe, or would be, if the Soviets had not taken over. What she did not tell them was that her father and mother had both defected to the Communists and convinced her to go along with them. What better cover for a good Communist agent in France than the guise of exiled East European royalty.
Both Don and Marie had noticed the sexual appeal of Louisa, particularly when she had stood up. The mold of her voluptuous body was classic, with the large breasts displayed magnificently if only in part by the extreme cleavage allowed by her dress' neckline, which seemed to go all the way to her navel.
Louisa's black hair pulled back into a tight bun made her eyes and facial features stand out-the classic nose, the full, moist lips, the deep brown eyes that seemed to talk. Her soft and creamy upper arms and shoulders had an appeal of their own as exposed by the sleeveless and almost formal dress. Her armpits were unshaved in the typical European tradition, but instead of appearing ugly to Don and Marie, there was a bizarre erotic symbolism about the long, black hairs that sprouted forth. When Don looked at them sticking out from her armpit even when her arms were at her side, the cunt-surrogate picture was clear, and he remembered the Italian agent in Rome with the long underarm hairs. She wanted him to fuck her there, and he did with some pleasure. Too bad, he recalled, that she had been an enemy agent too, and his assignment at that time was not to seduce her and spirit her away, but to "eliminate" her, in just the way that Marie had so recently eliminated Louisa's bodyguard.
"What would you like to drink ... 'Countess'?" Don asked with a smile, boldly putting his hand over hers on the middle of the table as the waiter hovered over them. "You're our guest, you know."
"I think because you are Americans ... I will drink American, yes?" Louisa said, Hashing her hosts her most intimate smile. "May I have Bourbon and water, please?"
They were halfway through the first drink when Louisa began to drop hints. She invited them to come to her villa and finish off the evening of talking and drinking in the posh suburb of Neuilly, espousing verbally her "fascination for beautiful young Americans like you." But it would never do to go to her place, where the other bodyguards and servants would be. The Western French agent who was taking the other bodyguard's place could hardly fake his way into Louisa's very lair.
"But this is your night for drinking American," Don protested, thinking quickly. "You honor us with your words ... and your beauty ... so I think you should come with us to our suite at the Continental. It just so happens that I was able to get two full fifths of Harper's Bourbon through French customs. And I'm a Scotch drinker. Please, 'Countess,' you must be our guest."
"Ah! Your invitation is most interesting," Louisa admitted, her face glowing with promise. "Yes ... it will be more in time ... cozy. And I am so fortunate to meet you tonight. I am in a ... an uninhibited mood ... adventuresome. Do I scare you with my frankness?"
"Not a bit," Marie said, letting her eyes roam with obvious relish over the exposed cleavage and licking her lower lip. "After all, 'Countess,' what do Americans come to Paris for-not just to see the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower-but for adventure!"
"I will come with you ... on one condition ... " Louisa stated, pausing for effect.
"What is it?" Don asked squeezing her hand and turning on his charm, hoping the "condition" was amenable with their plans.
"You must never again call me 'Countess,'" Louisa said, bringing a silent sigh of relief from Don. "Everything must be informal. I am 'Louisa,' You are 'Don' and 'Marie.' That is my condition."
As they left the Club Royale and waited for a cab, Louisa looked back to see the hefty man in the ill-fitting suit emerge from the club behind them and immediately turn to walk around the corner. And when the taxi was taking them for the ten minute ride to the Continental, the familiar black Mercedes followed closely behind.
Louisa felt quite secure and was looking forward to the next few hours. She felt that the message had gotten across, that this was indeed a most broadminded American couple who sought erotic adventure and the bizarre while in the fabled city of sex. When Don, sitting between the two girls, put his arms around them both, she took advantage of the situation at once.
"Aha, my friend Don," she said with an intimate little laugh, lowering her husky voice. Do you bring our faces together so that you may kiss us both ... or so that we may kiss you. Or, perhaps ... since you have my face looking into your lovely wife's ... you want me to kiss her, yes? Do I frighten you with my daring?"
"You won't need to ask that question again ... after this," Marie said breathily, moving her lips toward Louisa's.
Don, with his arms around their shoulders, had brought their faces together in front of his with the intention of kissing them. So he was more than pleased when once again Louisa took over, making herself the aggressor and thus giving her that much more confidence in her security. A Western agent would have tried to seduce her. At least, that was the logic Don hoped Louisa was using.
"Mm-mmm," Marie sighed, letting her slightly opened lips serve as an entrance for Louisa's hungry tongue. She put her right arm around the thirty-one-year-old Communist agent and brought their bodies together, enjoying the feel of their clothed nipples brushing against each other. It had been a while since Louisa had loved another woman, for either business or pleasure, and Louisa's tongue invasion of her mouth had set off her passions like a searing flame!
His face only inches away, Don watched the two pairs of moist lips grind around, heard the sucking noises as they fought the battle of tongues, and gained a monstrous erection as he watched the tightly clad tits move against each other. He kissed Marie's neck softly. He kissed Louisa's exposed ear, letting his lips explore in and around and over the lobe as he noticed the arousing reactions from the woman. And then he blew on the wet parts he had just bathed with his tongue, and Louisa could take no more.
"Oh! Not in this taxi!" she objected, pulling away from the two and breathing heavily. "If you touch me any more, I will rape you both right now! Oh, my God, how lucky I am to find you precious darlings from Texas. You are ... how do you say it ... is it wife-swapper?"
"Not really," Don said, letting his left hand that was around her back squeeze her breast. 'We like beautiful and exotic young women ... both of us do ... "
"Oh, what we can do together!" Louisa panted, reaching over to squeeze Marie's thigh through her dress. "You are the answer to my most urgent wishes. You are so beautiful. And I hope you like the many unusual ways of love."
Louisa clearly demonstrated what she meant after the first drink in their suite. There had been only a minimum of talk about Dallas, Texas, but much admiring of each others' bodies as they undressed slowly and, teasingly. Louisa's hips were large, but erotic in their shape, curving sharply under to meet the tops of her plump thighs. Her flesh was creamy smooth all over, and the breasts much smaller, but no less sexy, than when trussed up in the navel length neckline of her dress. Her pussy was completely hidden by a unusually thick mass of very black hair. Don was the first to uncover it after he removed her panties.
"How very delicious!" he said, after parting the hairy lips and sliding his finger across the wet flesh until he dipped in at the top to find her clit.
"Oh ... my God!" Louisa moaned as Marie moved over to fondle her breasts and kiss her mouth hungrily. "Do ... do you mind to have your husband suck me?"
"I'd love to watch it!" Marie said excitedly, wriggling her body excitedly as Louisa reached into her crotch with her whole hand and formed a suction with the wet mouth of her pussy. "I love to watch Don suck off my girl friends ... "
"Oh! We must get in the bedroom," Louisa insisted. "I have a most beautiful plan of all the world for our sex together ... "
It was obvious to Don that Louisa had made very few "couple" seductions, that it was a rarity that she prized very highly. He put his arm around the girls as they walked in the room and over to the bed, but it was Louisa who wanted to run the show, to which there was absolutely no objection.
"Don ... I suck you for a second," Louisa said, kneeling to suck his cock to an even more swollen and throbbing erection, milking it with her lips and teasing it with her tongue.
"I have to eat you, Louisa," Marie said with impassioned impatience, lying on the floor and scooting her face between Louisa's open thighs.
Marie had to lift herself up only an inch or less to get her tongue in the kneeling woman's pussy and suck the collected secretions from her hot slot. Marie reached up and fondled the two globes of smooth and firm ass, kneading the flesh and roaming over the vast sexual playground they offered. Her lips were soon kissing Louisa's labia as if they were the lips of the Czech-French woman's mouth. She sucked and tongued in just the same manner as when they had French kissed in the taxicab, and she remembered then how very much a cunt kiss could resemble a regular kiss, how similar the vulva was to the mouth, the vagina to the throat.
Louisa wanted to get up on the bed, but Marie held her down by the cheeks of her ass and licked and sucked the whole area of her crotch, bit at cunt hairs, and licked the upper thigh junction. Unable to keep still, Louisa moved her pelvis slowly back and forth, feeling Marie's searching tongue probe into the depths of her asshole as she moved forward, and rub her clit forcefully when she moved back. It was a terribly exciting feeling for Louisa, the sensations between her legs as her mouth held the cock of the American girl's husband in her mouth and "milked" it arousingly, but not so much that he would be forced to ejaculate before she could bring off her particular threesome desire.
"Oh ... I'm going crazy with love!" Louisa finally cried out as Don pulled his prick from her mouth. "This is the most beautiful thing of my world ... life! Please ... get on the bed, Don. Lie on back with ... with your big, delicious cock in air ... yes? Now, Marie, you would please straddle his body ... and I will put his cock in your sweet pussy. You will move body up and down to fuck him ... "
The excited and erotically overwhelmed woman was hard put to believe that this was all happening to her. The couple was her "perfect" fantasy model, in both appearance and willingness. And she prided herself on having "seduced" them so easily, as she continued to create the threesome position she so hungered for, which allowed her to watch and to kiss and to love a wife, while being sucked by the husband. She had many other desires too, but they could be managed later. Louisa thought only of future sexual pleasures she might enjoy with Don and Marie as she moved up on the bed with them.
She straddled Don's head and lowered her crotch until she felt his experienced tongue lapping and licking around the folds of her erotically inflamed inner lips and searching forward for her clit. After establishing her position and moving her pelvis slightly back and forth in a gentle rhythm, she looked at Marie, who was facing her only inches away.
"My darling, I love you ... I love your husband," she panted. The woman then reached out and began to play with Marie's sensitive tits, squeezing the red nipples with her fingers and leaning, to suck them.
Marie and Don moved their pelvises so that each was giving an almost equal amount of thrust. His cock went deep into her vagina until the sensate head rubbed the entrance to her womb. He then pulled down as Marie moved up a little, and the head would rest briefly in her vulva, sometimes hitting her clit, if he reached down to guide the lubricated shaft.
As Louisa sucked bemused on Marie's nipple, she also put her hand down between Marie's crotch and around the shaft of Don's cock. It gave her a wild thrill to feel the cock sliding in and out and the pressure of the girl's cunt lips on the outstroke. She was aware too of fingers, very feminine fingers, running across her shoulders and searching into the exotic depths of her hairy armpits.
Marie found this "playing" particularly fascinating, as she used little effort to be fucked and had complete freedom of her hands to do with as she desired. She liked to reach down to Louisa's slim waist and bring her fingers up the woman's perspiring sides and right into her armpits. By the way the older woman shuddered, Marie knew she was quite sensitive in this (for her) unusual area of her body. The girl moved her fingers through the masses of moist hair and accidentally caught her fingernail around one, resulting in its being pulled out.
"Oh! Oh, my darling lover!" Louisa cried, releasing Marie's breast and moving her head back up to hers, talking into her mouth because they were so close. "My passion ... pull out another one ... and then other one. I come! Oh, I come for you, my lover!"
Louisa pressed her lips to Marie's insistently and began to French kiss her. But with her mounting passion more urgent with each underarm hair pulled out by Marie, she could not control her lips and tongue. She was kissing the girl all over her face, licking her chin, cheeks, nose and forehead, mumbling words in Czech, French and some other language, which sounded to Marie very much like Russian.
Marie became fascinated almost to the point of mesmerisation with this new discovery. She would explore through the underarm hairs with her index finger, let it slide around in the entire moisty area, until she caught one hair by itself. With her thumb, she would press it to the index finger tightly and pull. Each time, Louisa's body would shudder, the woman would cry out in ecstasy, and move her crotch faster against Don's mouth.
"Look ... look, my precious darling," Louisa said huskily to Marie. "I can watch you having fuck from his cock. I can feel you and he. Look ... you can see your husband lick and suck your lady-lover's pussy. Is good?"
"Oh is beautiful, Louisa," Marie responded breathlessly, on the verge of an orgasm. 'Please ... bite my nipple ... bite it. Oh! Oh! Coming'"
"Was it a good come, my lover?" Louisa asked after raising her head.
"Very good, darling," she said, kissing the woman's lips. "Louisa ... it's been so long ... want to eat you ... suck you. I want to taste your cunt, Louisa. I want to eat your cunt!"
As the females continued their talking, Don felt the double excitement on his cock becoming too much. He reached around and fondled Louisa's big buttocks and pulled the cheeks apart. Her asshole was largely cratered and spasming in tempo with her acute passions. He liked to watch her asshole move and throb as he gently teased it with one finger. He pushed the finger in farther and was amazed by the ease with which it slipped through. He pushed in two fingers, and then forced a third one in so he could actually hold her sensitive anus open. Undoubtedly, he surmised, Louisa Lanay was highly anal-erotic and had much experience at being fucked in the asshole.
And then almost as if the thought had triggered it, he cried out in orgasm as his semen gushed up and into Marie's tight cunt. He pumped and pumped until his cock began to grow limp, and then he began to move out from under the girls.
"Quick, Marie! I must have it!" Louisa cried out. And then she pushed the girl back on the bed and went between her legs to suck every drop of love juice she could from the young girl, swallowing it as if her thirst for sex liquids was unquenchable.
Don sat down in a nearby chair and poured himself a drink of Bourbon. He knew that by watching the two girls make love, he would be rejuvenated and hard again within a short time. But he was not quite prepared for Louisa's next imaginative move.
"The whiskey, my precious Don!" she called to him. "Give me the bottle. Marie ... I am going to hurt you a little bit ... only a little, and then you may do me the same. You will like it sexy so much!"
"What ... what are you going to do?" Marie asked, more excited than scared.
"Lie down on your back, my love," Louisa explained. "Here ... I will help put these pillows under your loving ass so your cunt is raised up ... so! Now, I know pussy is tender ... very tender and maybe some little sore. Ha-ha! Now, I do this!"
Marie's ass was up on the pillows, her legs bent at the knees and opened wide. Louisa opened the bottle of hundred proof Bourbon. Holding it in her right hand, she used the fingers of her left hand to open Marie's lightly fuzzed Clint. Dan's "wife" watched each and every movement, saw Louisa hold the bottle over her belly and tilt it until several drops splatted on her body and rolled into her navel. Some of it pushed on down through the valley between her tits, and she desperately tried to lick them from her chest. And it was while she was looking down at her chest that she felt her cunt suddenly bum like fire!
"My God, Louisa!" she screamed. "What ... oh! It bums! You'll kill me ... "
"No, darling ... no," Louisa tried to assure her. "The burn will excite every small pore of your cunt! It is wonderful! See? I fill your cunt to all its top. The hot whisky is down to bottom of vagina! And ... I drink!"
Don took the whisky bottle away from Louisa as she put her face to Marie's pussy and began to gulp and suck the fiery liquor. For just a second, he was reminded of the crazy Communist German Baron whom he watched fill a beautiful fourteen-year-old girl's pussy with strong Cognac, let it overflow, and then put his cigarette lighter to it. The screaming girl was tied down to a bed and the smell of burning hair soon mixed with that of seared flesh. And there was nothing Don could do because his mission was to make the. Baron his friend.
But that memory quickly vanished from his mind because there was no extreme pain or torture involved with Louisa's kick. Already, Marie was crying ecstasy at the sensations experienced from the burning sensation and the feel of the whisky being sucked and "slurped" from deep inside her vagina. The noises of Louisa's sucking were arousing to Don almost as much as Marie's orgasmic expressions.
The girl was humping her cunt desperately to Louisa's mouth, and she cried out, "I want to do it to you! I want to suck it from your pussy, Louisa! I love it!"
When it was Marie's turn to suck the burning whisky from Louisa's cunt, Don found that his cock was beginning to revive. He watched the young female agent gulp and suck the whisky from the screaming woman's pussy. He watched them move the pillows away and roll over in a sixty-nine, Louisa on top, both grasping each other and sucking at each others' crotches as they writhed in a passion tide of raw lesbian sex that would not abate.
Don stepped over to view more closely Louisa's tongue lapping of Marie's cunt. She licked and sucked with the desperate need of a nymphomaniac, and he could see Marie's pronounced clit wiggling to the ministrations of the Czech-French girl's mouth and tongue.
But it was the other end of this frantically sexy numbers game that intrigued Don the most. He moved up on the bed with them and looked down into Marie's soulful eyes, her expression of pure bliss as she licked up and down the red, liquid valley of Louisa's inflamed cunt. Her eyes met his for a moment, and she guessed and welcomed his intentions. Marie reached up and pulled Louisa's big ass cheeks apart until the pulsing anus was in full view.
Don positioned himself over them, feeling Marie's hungry tongue swipe at his balls. He moved back and positioned the head of his throbbing cock in Louisa's asshole. It was already wet and juicy from the licking Marie had given it when she realized his aim. And Don began to push slowly, but with much force. Louisa groaned and made Happing noises with Marie's cunt, but her anus welcomed the full penetration, and in a few seconds time Don was fucking his cock deeply into the woman's rectum.
It was an extremely tight but accommodating fit and he enjoyed the sensations of sex as much or more than the girls. He had found the perfect answer to the perverted Louisa's mania for sex, and he felt the rest would be easy. He fucked and fucked away until both girls had completed several multiple orgasms, and then he forced his cock to disgorge its mighty load of semen as they both hit the last peak of climax.
So successful had they been in captivating Louisa through her vulnerable sex desires, that Don dared mention it would be too bad they would never see her again because he had a call to return to Dallas as soon as possible in connection with his business. Louisa, faced with losing the precious couple that had existed only in dreams before, agreed to take the noon plane to New York with them the next day, but pointed to the black Mercedes parked just up the street from the hotel, and claimed it belonged to her "former lover," who followed her all the time.
A visa to the U.S.? Don was certain that a Communist agent of her stature always had a visa, whether genuine or forged. Of course, Louisa told them she had the visa because she had planned to visit her "cousin" in New Jersey. But she was willing to forget her cousin, she said, to go to Dallas with Don and Marie and stay with them in their "mansion."
It was easily arranged for Don to sneak Louisa out through the back entrance of the hotel, and at ten that morning, they were all three in a taxi headed for Orly. Shortly after noon, their jet was winging them out over the Atlantic. It was basically such a simple seduction, Don marveled, once the groundwork had been laid. Everything was perfect! As soon as they landed at Idlewild, the police would be there to arrest her, and his mission would be completed.
But suddenly, something seemed terribly wrong! The stewardesses didn't have on the same uniforms they did when the plane left Paris. The interior design of the plane was different. A stewardess in a green, Russian Army uniform walked toward him holding a deadly Soviet, large caliber automatic! He looked out the window at the wings of the plane. In place of the familiar markings of the American airline, was a large red hammer and sickle!
"What the devil is ... ?"
When he turned to look at Louisa, she was completely naked and laughing, laughing like a mad woman!
"You fool! You clumsy American spy!" she screamed at him. "You think your prick is so great! You will not think so after Comrade Ludmilla shoots it off! Shoot him, Comrade! Right in his prick!"
At that moment, Don Cabot woke up screaming.
CHAPTER TWO
Don Cabot jumped up from the bed in his overheated Budapest hotel room and ran to the long mirror on his bathroom door. He had on only a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt, both drenched with perspiration. He was breathing heavily, as if he was in some sort of daze and had to shake the cobwebs out of his head to think where he was, and why he was there.
Marie, Louisa, Paris, the burly bodyguard. Yes, they had been real enough. The dream had been perfectly accurate up until the point of the plane suddenly becoming Soviet, and his being ordered shot through the balls by Louisa. Actually, the mission had been quite successful if not a little emotionally involved. The beautiful Louisa had fallen so desperately in love with him that she was willing to defect and provide Western Intelligence with a complete list of all Communist agents and their descriptions, their modus operandi, anything that would help.
The only condition was that he should kill Marie. Louisa was insanely jealous of her. The "killing" of Marie was not too great a. problem, he recalled. With the use of a small plastic bag of catsup under her dress, blank cartridges and help from a news reporter in writing up her "obituary." After that, Louisa went to Washington and told all. The information she provided helped to almost wipe out the world-wide Communist spy network, force them to start from scratch, all over again. It was one of the biggest coups of Don Cabot's career up until that time. And he was only twenty-eight years old.
But that had happened eleven years ago!
Don never had long dreams or nightmares then. He was on the go constantly, always trying for the encore that would be the greatest feat in the history of East-West espionage. But now, he realized pain fully, as he took a shower, put on a clean shirt and fresh suit, that he might not even get out of Budapest ... alive.
After packing his suitcase, Don suddenly realized that it was night, late ... how late? Ten or eleven o'clock. He shook his drowsy head again. He needed ... no-no ... he wanted a drink. He only wanted a drink. To think otherwise, that he needed a drink, would be to completely admit defeat. He looked at himself in the mirror again as he adjusted his half-windsor to precision. He didn't look like an old man.
Don studied his tanned, handsome features in the mirror. The corners of his mouth were twisted, giving him a mocking, almost sneering and cynical expression. It was the look that made women crawl to him. Or, at least, it used to. The exception was Eva Harnecz, the brilliant and beautiful and young Hungarian scientist who was the reason for his trip to Budapest.
"The bitch!" he said aloud, watching his snarling expression in the mirror. "The beautiful, bright-eyed, sexy genius! Damn the perverted cunt!"
Five minutes later, Don Cabot was down at the almost deserted hotel bar. He hated to work in the Iron Curtain countries with their lack of personality, mirth friendliness and cheerfulness. He downed his first Scotch neat and ordered another one, sipping it as he glanced around the colorless bar and lounge.
Why did it have to end here, he thought to himself? Why not in sunny Italy, Paris, the Riviera, or even Florida? Why Budapest? And then he reminisced again. His life had been exciting, adventuresome. He had a better record than any other agent in Western Intelligence. Maybe the dreams were good for him. They haunted him though, because the endings were always such that they became nightmares. There was the time in Rome, he recalled with a smile. He had dreamed about it two nights ago-the eighteen-year-old Italian girl with the overdeveloped body of firm, smooth flesh, and her twenty-four-year-old sister ...
Then he pulled himself up sharply. It was no good, he reminded himself sternly. This is no time to get sentimental and nostalgic. If your premonition is correct (and, deep down inside him he knew that it was) you've got to get word back to "Alfa."
Don had already made two copies of his report, reading it into a miniaturized tape recorder using the maximum security code. It was simply a question of finding a reliable carrier for the second tape. He would carry one himself, of course, because it was vital that the Communists should think they'd successfully prevented the "leak."
What if they caught him? He assumed they would break the code without too much difficulty, and then it would be vital to his side that they assumed it was the only copy. They had merely to eliminate him and double their own security arrangements. But even if he did get through, even if his present lack of confidence in the future was simply due to nerves, he knew he was of no further use on this particular assignment.
The bartender refilled his glass with scotch and Don drank it down quickly. It was then that he realized he wasn't even tasting the drink. Pure alcohol would have served the same purpose. He merely wanted to dull his senses, not savor the enjoyment of a well-mixed cocktail or even to take pleasure in the slow, relaxing warmth of the whisky.
He replaced the glass on the bar counter and had to fight to keep his hands from trembling. He had been close to a crack-up on a couple of occasions in the past, but never before had he felt so utterly, so completely finished.
The girl, of course, had been the turning point for him. He had tried every trick in the book, used every ounce of his charm to seduce her; and she had simply laughed in his face! The fact that Eva was clearly an exclusive lesbian did very little to soothe his ruffled pride. In the past, he had enjoyed the favors of several girls as perverted as Eva-had persuaded them to sample the pleasures of normal sex after everyone else had failed.
But Eva wasn't to be one of his conquests. And the fact hurt! It hurt like hell! Especially since this wouldn't have been an off-duty seduction, a brief Interlude between assignments. Far from it ... Eva's seduction was to have been the very center of this mission.
Don's orders had been to make very careful inquiries about her, induce her to fall in love with him I and then persuade her to defect to the West. Now, they would have to call in a girl agent to finish the job. And he would melt into the background; taken off the case because he wasn't able to see it through.
It was more than likely, he reminded himself, it was more than likely that pretty soon now he'd be feeling the effects of his hectic, danger-filled life. He was thirty-nine now, and you couldn't cram enough adventures for a dozen lives into eighteen years without sooner or later suffering for it.
Another thing, he had been a gambler all his life, and long ago he had realized that there came a point when you knew that you were going to lose. That was the time to throw in your cards and quit the game as gracefully as possible. The present situation was equally undeniable, equally absolute. He wasn't going to make it. They'd get him before he could report back to Western Intelligence.
His self-confidence had been cracked right down the middle, and he knew that this made him a sitting duck for the enemy. Well, he vowed, I won't go down without a fight. And I'll make sure I take a few of them with me.
Meantime, there was the question of the carrier for the second micro-tape. He looked carefully around the bar-and his eyes came to rest on those of a young girl in the uniform of an SAS stewardess. His eyebrows lifted slightly and he inclined his head, smiling pleasantly at her.
The girl responded by lifting her glass and toasting him before she sipped at it. He swung himself lightly off the bar stool and walked across to the small wooden table where she was sitting, not taking his eves from hers.
"I'll bet you speak English," he remarked. "Do you mind if I join you?"
She smiled. She was even younger at close distance, scarcely in her twenties, he thought. She wore very little make-up, her only concession to fashion being a carefully penciled eye-shadow. Her face was very pleasantly attractive. She had the sweetest pair of lips he had ever seen. They pushed forward in a kind of pout, as if the girl was begging to be kissed. It gave her a sulky little-girl look that was belied by the far from innocent appraisal in her clear blue eyes.
Her eyes traveled slowly up and down the man's powerful frame before replying. Then she said, "Be my guest. I'm Danish but English is my second language'" He sat down opposite her and crossed his legs. "Are you staying at the hotel?"
He shook his head. "I'm going out on the 2 AM flight to Copenhagen," he told her. "Are you in transit, too?"
Her eyes showed an unmistakable twinkle. "As a matter of fact I'll be your stewardess," she said.
He studied her more closely. "Wait a minute." he exclaimed. "You were on the plane that brought me in, weren't you? Four days ago?"
"That's right," she replied. "But it looks as if I paid more attention to you than you did to me! Your name is Mr. Cabot."
"Call me Don," he interrupted her quickly. "Tell me, what happens when you get back to Denmark? Do you stay there for a while or go out again?"
"I go on to New York the next day," she told him, her frank eyes meeting his in a provocative challenge. "Why, what did you have in mind?"
"I wondered if you'd mind mailing a small parcel for me," he asked. "It's rather important and I want it posted in the U.S."
The girl shrugged her shoulders. "All right. I don't mind." Glancing quickly around the bar, he pressed a small sealed package into her hand. She slipped it into her handbag and snapped it shut.
"How about buying me a drink?" she suggested. "The bar will be closed soon."
He beckoned the waiter over, ordered a Slivovitz for the girl and another Scotch for himself. The bar was now otherwise empty although it was only eleven p.m. It was a big and spacious place and in the stillness their voices, though lowered to a quiet volume, seemed to bounce off the stone walls back at them.
"My name's Erica," she said. "Erica Sondgaard. And I've got a funny feeling we've met somewhere before. Not on the plane. I mean before that."
"Possibly," he replied. "I travel quite a lot. We may have bumped into each other almost anywhere in the world. I'm afraid I can't quite place you." His first thought had been to get rid of the girl as quickly as possible after getting her to mail the micro-tape for him. But now, talking with her and using the time to give her a thorough physical examination, he grew more and more attracted by her possibilities.
Maybe it was simply a case of reasserting his masculinity, using Erica to wipe out the unpleasant memory of the episode with Eva. Well, all right; if that was the case ... so what? He was becoming more resigned to his fate, to his conviction that his number had finally come up. Why shouldn't he go out with a last, voluptuous sex fling. He had evidently lost his connoisseur's appreciation of good liquor, but he felt quite certain that his taste for women was unimpaired.
"It doesn't matter," Erica was saying. "It's just that your face seems so familiar." She gave an involuntary shiver. "God, it's cold in here," she exclaimed ... , suppose they wait for the tourist season before they put the central heating on."
"Why don't we adjourn to my room?" he suggested. "I have a bottle or two up there and I'm sure we can persuade the bartender to sell us ice and mixer."
Erica gave him a frank look which told him that she knew precisely what he was really after. She drank the last of her Slivovitz and licked her lips, running her tongue slowly over the top one and keeping her eyes on his face the whole while.
"I've been a stewardess for too long not to know what you're after," she told him. Between the couple passed an electric wave which spoke volumes. As they stared at each other, he consciously poured every ounce of his personality and his charm into the gaze. For a moment he thought she was going to walk out on him, just like Eva. Then she leaned forward across the table.
"The only thing that bothers me is ... what took you so long to invite me?" Her blue eyes sparkled brightly as she blatantly told him she was more than willing to go to bed with him.
The man threw some coins onto the table and stood up. He took her arm and, without another word being spoken, led Erica up the wide staircase to his room. He locked the door behind them and pulled the girl into his arms. Her body strained into his, her arms going around his neck and her fingers tightening about his broad shoulders.
He looked down into her eyes, quietly savoring her upturned face, her half-parted lips and her dreamily closed eyes. This may be the last time, he told himself. The very last time.
Don cupped her head in his large hand, opening the fingers as wide as possible and drawing her face firmly down onto his. Forcefully, he crushed her tender, full red lips against his own, feeling Erica gasp into his open mouth as the girl felt his urgent passion. He kissed her as soundly and as expertly as he was able, thrusting his tongue deeply between her sharp young teeth and searching for hers. He tasted the fresh, sweet juices of the girl's mouth, letting their saliva mingle and feeling her body pushing against him, her hard breasts pressing into his chest.
For several minutes they kissed wildly and desperately; as if she, too, had guessed that she might be the last woman he would have. Then he bent her slowly backwards onto the bed, lowering his body on top of her, stretching out at full length across Erica's softly rounded curves.
She was breathing heavily now, panting and gripping him tightly, her fingers running up and down his back, caressing the nape of his neck and fondling the thick black hair.
Don withdrew his mouth at last and worked his lips around the girl's face until they were poised at the softness of her earlobe. Seductively, he licked the underside of the fleshy lobe, letting his teeth close firmly and securely on Erica's fragrant smelling ear. She shivered, her body trembling like a child's beneath the weight of his body. He felt for the buttons of her uniform but instead of gently disengaging them, he tore savagely at them, pulling the neat black fastenings away with one swift downward stroke.
His hand closed tightly over the upthrust globe of the girl's right breast; fingers clenching and pulling at the large orb with a rapist's fury. He got his other hand up onto her chest and with an animal grunt, his eyes red and lust-rimmed, Don seized the fragile straps of the brassiere and tore it loose.
Don looked down at the two peaks of loveliness which his hands had exposed. Erica's breasts were full and beautiful. They had a lovely texture, like sweetly furred velvet. He stroked the breast he was holding in a kind of wonderment, running his fingers more gently over the undulating slope and caressed the lovely orb rather than roughly handling it.
He lay hall-propped up by his elbows, both hands now moving over the girl's breasts. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, breathing heavily and unevenly. She kept her arms wound tightly around the man's shoulders but lay quite passively; allowing him to do whatever he wished with her body.
Erica's nude breasts jutted out from her white skin like twin pillows of satin, each topped by a hard, thick nipple. Don drew his forefinger slowly across the intriguing surface of one red nipple. The action made the girl's orb quiver, the whole milky globe shuddering in a creamy wobble.
The nipple itself swelled and grew harder under his touch. The bud rose in a provocative thrust out of the center of Erica's breasts. The man studied it for a few moments, then flicked it lightly again. Once more, the aroused nipple seemed to grow more fiery and more erect.
Don pressed his forefinger and thumb securely around It, squeezing with an insistent pressure so that the girl's bud stood out more prominently than ever. The rest of his fingers were pressing into the giving white surface of the breast itself, sinking with a voluptuous ease into the pliable flesh.
His attention was focused entirely upon this one small nipple. He seemed to be pouring all his willpower, all his soul, into the contemplation of the imprisoned nipple, the inflamed red bud which protruded so fascinatingly out of Erica's breast.
Don was looking in awe-a look that spoke of tenderness rather than lust; of gentle, mutually satisfying caresses rather than the rapist's cruel manhandling with which he had begun. Erica felt his other hand begin to play absently with her second nipple. His eyes were still burning into her right breast and out of them came an almost electric intensity, a concentration of desire that nearly overwhelmed her, so powerful and magnetic was the force of his stare.
"Beautiful!" he murmured at last. "Beautiful ... beautiful!" Don bent his face down over the nipple he was squeezing and pursed his lips. She felt his warm, moist mouth close softly around her breast and felt his teeth gently biting into the enlarged bloom.
He drew the bud slowly and carefully into his mouth, beginning to work his tongue around and around on it. It tasted like solidified honey, sweet and intoxicating, and he sucked with long, glowingly ecstatic bliss on the girl's precious nipple.
Erica was stroking his hair, running both her hands through the thick locks, holding his face down onto her breasts as if she was fearful that he'd withdraw his mouth too soon. But he obviously had no intention of leaving this inspiring soft globe until he had drunk fully and deeply of its nectar.
Don opened his lips wider, stretching them as far apart as he could; then sucked as much of Erica's breast flesh into his mouth as possible, keeping his tongue fastened firmly onto her throbbingly hard nipple. In a slow, unvarying rhythm, he tit-sucked her; and as the minutes passed, Erica felt herself growing more and more delirious, unable to control her mounting desire to be fucked!
She could feel, through his trousers, the stiffness of his prick, thrusting up against her crotch with a wild, angry potency. As unobtrusively as possible, she pushed her loins down onto it, urging the pointed cock to press more closely to her aroused crotch.
After some minutes, Don became aware of what she was doing. He at last took his eyes away from Erica's nipple and glanced down at the girl's thighs. Her blue skirt had become disarranged, showing the metal clasp of her garter where it clipped tightly into the top of her stocking. An inch of bare thigh white-and alluring-could just be seen between the hem of her skirt and the tight swath of her nylons.
Don reluctantly released one of her breasts and let the freed hand pass down Erica's body until it rested on the exposed thigh flesh. His fingers moved on the soft, delicate skin, marveling at the satin texture. So sweet and pure; so warm, he thought; his hand pressed more firmly into the girl's leg, now stroking around to the inside of her thigh.
Erica helped him by opening her legs a little wider, giving him easy access to the supple flesh of her exquisitely shaped upper thigh. He reached his fingers up under the tightness of her dress until they could feel the tingling silk of her panties, stretched tautly across the girl's hips and crotch.
On impulse, Don rolled off Erica's body, sprawling out full-length on the bed alongside her. His left hand still encompassed the warm, throbbing globe of her breasts. His right began to explore the fascinating bulge which pushed the front of the girl's panties outwards, forming a swollen mound at her lovely crotch.
His fingers probed lightly across the spot, pushing with the gentlest possible pressure. She still lay quite motionless, offering her body to his intimate inspection as though they were performing an ancient ritual.
The mound was hard and muscular, but at its very center he found a long, deep crease which gave easily under the fondling of his fingers. It was as if he had never before touched a woman between her thighs, never explored a female's hidden sex organs. With a thrilling joy that brought back to him the still vivid memory of his very first sexual experiences, Don began to lift the waistband of Erica's panties away from her hips, drawing the thin nylon over her well-curved waist and then down, down until the triangular bush of hair started to appear.
He inched the panties carefully over the girl's pubic mound, pressing her thighs together so that he could drag the strip of wadded nylon down them and off her ankles.
Don's eyes traveled slowly up her legs again, savoring the sight of her sexy stockings, until they alighted once more upon her now naked cunt. The sweet curve of the girl's mound was covered in a growth of luxuriant dark hair, through which he could just see the puffy lips.
They peeped prettily through the bushy tangle, pink and moist. He retraced his fingers up the inside of her fulsome thigh until they crossed over onto the mound itself, rubbing and fondling at the entrance to the girl's creamy pussy.
Erica moaned softly now, turning her head from side to side on the pillow and clenching her hands into tight, white-knuckled fists. Her thighs were tense, her ankles drummed spastically on the turned-back sheets.
But Don still made no attempt to speed up his seduction. He was leisurely parting the fine hairs surrounding her cunt, watching instantly as his fingers slowly exposed the puffy red opening of the girl's lips. He began at the topmost part of the slit, peeling the thick lips open to reveal the hard prominence of Erica's clitoris.
The thick button appeared in all its sexy glory, fully erect, sticking up out of the complex of the girl's outer cunt-lips with a quivering horniness. He inserted his forefinger into the gash which he'd made and started to fondle it. The pert little clit felt alive to his touch, moving with a life of its own under his finger.
Moving his thumb downwards under the rest of his fingers, Don began to delve it firmly into the actual hole itself. The channel was so tight, the moist red walls clung so adhesively to his digit, that he began to wonder if it would be possible to insert his cock into the girl without tearing her apart.
He toyed with her cunt for several minutes, scratching softly at the tantalizing knob of her clitoris and finger-fucking her with a skillful circular motion of his thumb. Then, just as he was preparing himself to strip off his own clothes and somehow guide his prick into her, Erica lifted her head and shoulders up off the bed and threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, darling!" she gasped. "I can't stand it any longer! I can't! Please, give it to me. Give me your cock!"
Don looked down into the girl's hot-lidded eyes. Her cheeks were stained a glowing pink, her hair was violently disheveled. He got up quickly off the bed, gently disengaging her hands from his neck.
Hurriedly, he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers. In a moment, he stood at the bedside, naked except for his shorts. Erica leaned toward him, her. hot eyes riveted on the ominously thick bulge which strained upwards beneath the cloth.
Her anxious fingers reached toward the hard growth of his penis, watching it pulsing steadily in a vibrant straining against the shorts which encompassed it. The slender fingertips brushed meaningfully across the rigid length, making it leap more wildly than ever. The crested crown could be seen plainly, defined under the tight-fitting underpants as the knob rose and pulsed lustfully. Erica quickly pulled the pants over the massive dick. His cock burst into full view, a live, rock-hard prick that was red-veined and angrily stiff.
The girl fumbled the shorts down Don's legs, 1'eturning her hands caressingly over his thighs until they could close tightly over the naked prick. She stroked it soothingly, babbling endearments as her fingers petted and caressed the throbbing organ.
She pulled it nearer to her mouth, opened her lips and popped the pointed shaft between them, starting to suck greedily on the head. Her liquid tongue roamed ceaselessly over his Cock, licking and lapping at the satin-soft crown and running teasingly over the little hole at its top.
Don stooped slightly, reaching for her breasts again. His hands closed possessively around the orbs and the sensitive fingers began once more to milk the girl's globes, holding them firmly and pulling them into every possible shape his imagination could devise. The nipples were hotter than ever, so hard and pert that they felt like twin cherry-stones, unyielding and bumpy.
His prick, now buried a1most completely inside Erica's mouth, was jerking dangerously, warning him that the climax couldn't be long delayed.
His entire body felt stiff and aching with held-back semen. Erica was sucking so hard and so long now ... Her angelic tongue flicked over and over his cock, never still, constantly moving across his imprisoned shaft, licking him into a state of unbelievable ecstasy.
And then, utterly unstoppable, came the first pulse of his climax. The premature cream started to shoot into Erica's mouth, his prick jerking violently between her full, ripe lips. For one brief moment he tried to hold it back, then, realizing that the itch in his cock was too strong to resist, he clenched his buttocks tightly and urged every last bit to escape.
Erica's fingers came up instantly to Don's dick and she manipulated it expertly, helping him to flood her with his cream until the very last drop. He sank down onto the bed beside her, his prick still firmly embedded in the girl's mouth. She drew on it gently, kissing the fully erect penis and keeping it at a rigid, stiff erection.
They both knew that this was only a preliminary to their love-making. For reasons of her own, Erica wanted to insure that Don never forgot her. Even if she was the last woman he fucked.
She knew too that unless something happened to bring him out of his self-despair, the most highly prized, most feared Western agent would never I make the flight to Copenhagen. Would never, in fact, see the dawning of the new day!
Erica Sondgaard, unknown to Don, was also employed by Western Intelligence, though in a somewhat minor capacity. She had been detailed to keep a watchful eye on the top secret agent, as it had not escaped the notice of the high brass that he was beginning to take the :first, faltering steps to oblivion.
That was the reason he'd been given this particular assignment. It was a job which could have been carried out by almost any of the Western Intelligence men, merely a feeling-out of a situation with only a faint possibility that he would be required to see the mission right through to the end.
"Alfa" too, had heard rumors that Eva Harnecz was exclusively lesbian. He had doubted all along whether Don would have succeeded in seducing her and then persuading her to defect.
Erica now realized that their mutual boss had been correct once again! The man lying on the bed with her looked tired and resigned to his fate, the fate of being intercepted by Communist agents and liquidated. Agents who had been tipped off about his approaches to their leading woman scientist by none other than Miss Harnecz herself!
At least, Erica assumed that this was the case. It would, at any rate, account for his deep depression and fear. The fear was obvious enough, if only because he had asked her to mail a copy of his report for him. That certainly showed that he didn't expect to be able to deliver it in person.
She looked down at the man in her arms. Don was relaxing now, waiting for the pounding of his heart and loins to quieten before making love to her more. But his eyebrows were drawn close together in a perpetual frown, as if he was unable to forget his failure and the price he felt he had to pay for it.
Erica Sondgaard mentally shook herself. There was no place in her job for sentimentality, for involvement with people, whether they were on her side or not. Her role was simple and straightforward. She had to do her best to give this man back his self-confidence and, failing that, do all she could to insure that what he had discovered about the mysterious Eva Harnecz got back to Western Intelligence.
Erica stroked his hair again, smoothing it away from his forehead. He was beginning to stir, slowly coming back to full consciousness.
His cock, which had started to droop as Don fell into a light doze, now regained its full potency with startling speed. A few gentle caresses from the girl's clever fingers, and his prick soon swelled up to its full.
They lay facing each other on the bed, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Erica's right hand was between their closely embracing bodies, holding his penis in a soft, loosely fondling clasp. She had removed the rest of her clothes and her utterly naked body now pressed itself against the man's, her undulating curves moving provocatively against the rippling muscles of his torso.
Don's hands were resting on her buttocks, feeling the generously fleshed hemispheres with his powerful fingers, rolling the flaccid cheeks around and enjoying the feel of Erica's tensed ass with leisurely, unhurried pleasure.
The dark intensity of his eyes seemed to speak volumes to the girl, but speech was totally unnecessary. His eyes told of past conquests, past sexual delights, and they also spoke of a fulfillment which had always eluded him. A life-long search for a true union with a woman, a union that wasn't based on the necessity of business, using his seductive power to further the interests of Western Intelligence.
Don began to kiss her. Not with the wild desperation of their first embrace, but with tenderness and love. His lips moved softly on hers, persuading her mouth to open and admit the arousing sexiness of his tongue.
Erica pretended to resist at first, puckering her lips and making him work her into a state of helpless compliance. He caressed the cheeks of her lovely ass, holding the globes in his spread fingers and pressing the warm, willing flesh fim1ly but gently. The tips of her fingernails stroked softly into his balls, fondling the sensitive testicles as gently as she possibly could, no more than a feather-touch, a barely perceptible tickling.
His prick surged once more with vibrant passion; the crown urgently demanding to be squeezed into the tight confines of Erica's cunt. But not yet, he told himself. Not yet. First, there's a great deal more to do with her body, to make her as responsive and as desperate for it as you are!
Don's old need for the heat of sexual battle was again upon him, he realized with a start of surprise. And with it had returned some of his self-confidence. He no longer felt so completely used up, so dry of real emotion. Maybe there was a chance for him yet! He felt his entire body jump at the thought. Was this merely a hopeless illusion, this resurgence of promise in a longer life-span? He still couldn't tell for sure.
Don felt her fingers drawing his cock nearer to the slick slit which contained her tight little cunt. She lifted it so that the head was almost between the lips, and left it there; removing her hands so that she could run her .fingers up and down his muscular back, stroking the bronzed flesh and drawing her I sharp nails across the base of his spine.
Don made no attempt to thrust his prick further into the girl's pussy. For the moment, he was quite content to leave it lodged just within the portals of the hot slot, feeling the outer lips snugly holding his cock in position.
He returned his hands to Erica's breasts, moving them away from her softly pliable buttocks with some reluctance. However, the orbs of her breasts were tipped with those juicy and intriguing red nipples and he wanted to feel them squirming under his fingers again. He held the girl's tits from underneath the heavy swells, lifting them and looking down to watch his hands as they firmly manipulated the sweet globes.
The nipples themselves were being brushed against the hairs of his chest as he moved her breasts first one way and then the other. She lowered her face onto his shoulder, beginning to kiss and bite at the tanned skin, and knead the heavy muscle of his upper arm. The man could feel her teeth sinking delicately into his flesh, nibbling slowly and sexily.
Erica's thigh was lifted, the girl's leg swung across his own. Don was tom once again between the pleasure which her exciting cunt offered to his fingers and the equally sharp delights of her nipples. Finally deciding that he could satisfy both urges at the same time, he contented himself with feeling the nipple of one breast only, stroking the fingers of his other hand down to her waist, over her sleek, upraised thigh and then working them underneath Erica's leg, feeling for the girl's back-hole.
His fingers came to rest on her anus. The tiny crater was like a hard rose petal. It pouted outwards from the base of her ass crease in a twin-lipped orifice, thrust into prominence by the spread of her legs.
Don stroked gently around the protruding hole, feeling the fantastically soft and supple skin which surrounded it on all sides. As he touched her ass, Erica's teeth bit more sharply into his shoulder, warning him that this was one of the places on her body where she was most vulnerable.
Slowing down the action of his finger as much as he possibly could, .Don caressed the very tip of his forefinger into the pursed asshole. The spot was exciting and incredibly tight; but he realized that without some form of lubrication it would be impossible to penetrate it without causing her pain.
Then his eyes brightened briefly. Of course! The perfect type of lubrication was readily at hand! He left the asshole for a moment, moving his fingers a little further under Erica's crotch, until they came into intimate contact with her already liquid cunt.
He touched his prick, sliding the hard rod a little further into her pussy and making more room for his fingers. At the touch of his caress, the girl secreted more of her juices, anointing the tips of his fingers abundantly.
Don took the opportunity to give her a short but satisfying fondling, pushing his forefinger alongside his cock and easing it gently into the tight confines of her cunt. The rich and abundant cunt juices creamed lavishly over his fingers as he wriggled the sleek outer lips well apart to make room for his searching digit.
When he was well supplied with the intimate cream, Don pulled his finger out of her cunt, letting the slit close again over his cock's head. Then, once more back to Erica's anus, this time, his finger plentifully moistened by the girl's own love secretions.
As he had anticipated, Don found that the finger slipped easily into her succulent anus, sliding in right to the knuckle without meeting too much resistance. But, God, how tight it was! He could feel Erica's asshole clenching rigidly around his exploring finger, the soft, fleshy walls clamped like a vise!
She pushed her body quickly downward, forcing his prick to penetrate her cunt with one steady, surging upward thrust. She didn't stop pushing until she could feel that its entire length was firmly embedded in her. And then she began to twist her hips in a circular grinding action, working steadily to make every bit of her pussy feel the hard tool of desire which had entered her.
Through the thin membrane dividing Erica's back and front passages, Don felt his penis throbbing. His finger touched the underside, he could plainly make out the ridge of flesh around the head. And as he automatically began to fuck the girl, the driving action of his prick was like a piston, relentlessly coursing ill and out of her in a steady, thrusting rhythm.
Erica lifted her face up, offering her mouth to him in a sweetly innocent gesture of trust. Their tongues merged, meeting like old friends. It was as thrilling for him as the first time had been, but with the additional pleasure of knowing her and being able to relax completely with her now.
As they kissed, Erica groped down between their bodies until her fingers could close over his cock. She slipped her forefinger and thumb around its base, forming them into a thickly gripping circle.
As he withdrew from her cunt and paused a moment before the next long, slow and satisfying lunge inward again, the girl gave the entire length of his prick a beautifully voluptuous caress, rubbing the circle she had made with her thumb and finger up and down his thick and well-moistened shaft.
At the same time, Don began a very slow, very deliberate fucking of her anus with his index finger. Moving so gradually that the eye could scarcely tell whether it was in motion or not, he slid the finger in and out of the girl's sensitive asshole, getting a renewed thrill each time he reinserted it.
Time had completely stopped, and his entire being was concentrating upon giving Erica as much pleasure and excitement as he possibly could. But, finally, neither of them could delay their climaxes a moment longer.
Erica started to bite his tongue, her sharp even teeth teasing and nibbling at it, while her body began to shake all over. Every muscle, every nerve screamed for release!
She was twisting herself in his arms, frantically pressing herself down onto the cock which filled her cunt to thick, wonderful capacity. Her head suddenly lolled backwards as she reached the summit of her lust and he felt his prick jump and tingle with a surging power! Don launched himself at last on his frantic flight to ecstasy; knowing a delirium, a bliss that surpassed every other experience he had had.
And when he thought that there wasn't a single drop of cream left in him, Erica suddenly fought to press her thighs tightly together. She held his prick in an iron grip between her legs, at the same time fingering his balls so teasingly (nails scratching with the barest suggestion of sadism) that he shot a further stream of his come into her, feeling it jet out of the top of his cock in a violent, pulsing arc.
And then, they clung to each other as closely and as tightly as possible; seeking to prolong the warmth and the intimacy which they had known. He held her hot and trembling body against himself, and she sobbed against his chest.
The luminous hands of his watch caught his eye. They pointed to 12:45 a.m. Gently, he roused the girl, kissing her back into wakefulness.
"It's late," he told her softly. "The plane leaves quite soon." She stirred in his arms, reluctantly leaving the state of sleepy bliss which had stolen over her. "You'd better get dressed and I'll see you after take-off," he was saying.
She touched up her eye shadow in the one mirror and slipped into her uniform. Her body shivered and she couldn't be sure whether it was due to the fear inside her or to the cold air coming in the window Don had opened.
Acting as cheerfully and as naturally as she could, Erica kissed him goodbye. "You'd better get a move on," she said. "You're supposed to check-in at the airport by 1:15 a.m."
"Yes," he replied. "Don't worry. I'll be there." Don ran his hand over her face, stroking the softness of her cheek. "Don't forget to mail the package for me, will you?"
She nodded quickly, feeling her lower lip starting to tremble. So he still believed he wouldn't make it! She picked up her handbag and walked to the door.
"Why don't you come with me?" she asked him. "It doesn't matter if I'm a bit late."
Don shook his head. "No," he said. "I'd rather we went separately. I've got a couple of things to do before I leave, anyway."
Erica opened the door, gave him a brief wave of her hand and was gone. He could feel his throat constricted, a strange feeling of opportunities missed nearly overwhelming him. Using every ounce of his training, the man pulled himself together and got dressed. He picked up his small attach� case and then rang down to the desk and asked for a taxi.
The clerk was extra friendly, it seemed to Don, as he paid his bill and waited for the receipt. The stocky little man was not at all so serious and aloof as he had been during most of his stay.
"Your taxi is right outside, sir," the man said, bowing and clicking his heels when he handed over the receipt. "I hope your stay in Budapest was pleasant. Please ... come back again ... "
Was there something ominous in the tone of the pudgy little man's voice when he spoke those last words? How stupid at me, Don thought, once again looking forward with new confidence to seeing a great deal more of Erica Sondgaard. He quickly opened the door of the waiting taxi, its motor already running.
"Very clumsy of you, Mr. Cabot!" a shrill voice greeted him in a thick accent, and a gun pressed painfully into his stomach.
CHAPTER THREE
Immediately, there was the pressure of a gun barrel at Don's back too, and another thick voice ordered him to proceed into the back seat of the cab. He had absolutely no choice but to obey. He had walked so neatly into their trap. He should have suspected it from the attitude of the desk clerk, from the taxi that was already waiting, its motor running. As he slumped into the seat between the two Communist gunmen, he thought surely he was a dead man.
When the car sped off toward the old Pest area of the city, Don had no idea where they were taking him. It was all their game now, and the two agents were holding the big pistols at each temple of his head, talking in Hungarian and laughing. But their eyes were riveted on Don. They were ready, even eager, it seemed, for him to make the one suspect move that would provide them with an excuse to blow off the top of his head.
After a quarter of an hour, Don guessed, the car made a quick, squealing turn into a driveway, barely slowing down at all until it drove through the portals of a court, the gates held open for them, and then immediately closed, by two men in dark suits. The courtyard surrounded a large, stucco-like house on three sides, the front entrance to the big home obviously on the next parallel street.
The men took him into a room on the ground floor of the house, pushed him down into a chair and quickly bound his hands and legs, passing the rope from his ankles to his waist and then tying it tightly around his neck. If he had struggled the thick fiber would have strangled him.
After checking his bonds, they stepped back. A few moments later the door opened and a slim man well over six feet tall entered the room. The Western agent immediately recognized him as Jon Tzerny, bead of Communist Integrated Intelligence. He came right up to Don, his small beady eyes bright and filled with pleasure. It looked as if it was all he could do not to rub his hands together gleefully.
"So nice to have you with us," he chuckled. "We I have met before, of course, but never in circum-stances quite so appropriate. However, I regret that I have no time to waste on hospitality and niceties." He bent his anemic, perspiring face close to the Western agent. "You have been showing an unusual interest in one of our top scientists during your stay," he went on. "Acting like a good, conscientious member of the Party, she contacted us and told us of your attentions.
"There is not much time and I have no wish to be subtle and play cat-and-mouse with you, Cabot. We both know why you sought out Miss Harnecz. The question is, what did you find out about her that might be useful to your country?"
The Western agent looked him straight in the eye. "I confirmed that she's a lesbian," he told Tzerny. "And that she's only interested in members of her own sex." He shrugged his shoulders. "I know that she's working on a very important missile project for you, but I know nothing about the details of it. She wasn't exactly forthcoming about her work or her love life."
"Yes," Tzerny commented. "However, I doubt very much that you would be returning to the West with such scanty information. If that was all you'd discovered you would certainly not be leaving Hungary yet. Western Intelligence obviously knows these facts already.
"No, I think that wittingly or unwittingly, Miss Harnecz or her fellow-workers have revealed much more than you say about her work for us. You were posing as a Communist security agent. Oh, yes, she saw through your disguise. Miss Harnecz is a phenomenally intelligent woman. But nevertheless, before you got to see her, you had to pass through various checks and the people conducting them may have carelessly given you certain information."
He turned to the two gunmen. "Did you search him yet?" he demanded. When they shook their heads, he gestured at them impatiently. "Idiots I Do it now. He must have a written or taped report. He would post it at the airport or get someone to carry it to the West for him, just in case something happened to him en route."
Tzerny frowned. "Wait a minute. Are you quite sure no one contacted him at the hotel? Did he have an opportunity to pass anything to someone who might be traveling to the West?"
The men shifted uneasily. One of them said: 'Well, there was a girl in the bar this evening. He took her to his room."
The skinny man turned on him, his face livid. "You fool!" he screamed. "Where is she? Didn't you check on her?"
"She's an airline stewardess," the man mumbled. "No one said anything to us about intercepting anyone else, we thought he was just making up for not getting to bed with Miss Harnecz."
"A stewardess!" Tzerny looked as If he could strangle the man with just one of his huge hands. "And you didn't suspect? This will be dealt with later," he promised the unhappy man. "Now search him!"
It took only a few minutes for them to find the tape. Tzerny's eyes gleamed triumphantly. "Ah, the proof!" he exclaimed. He looked at his watch. "It's now 1:40," he told them. "Too late to have the girl caught now. I hope for both your sakes that this is the only copy of his report!"
"It is. Don't worry," Don said. "You don't think I'd trust an airline stewardess with dynamite like this, do your He thought quickly. The important thing was to convince them that Erica was simply a pick-up, that she was not involved in any way with the plot to find out exactly what Eva Harnecz was working on. The best way to do this was by telling Tzerny all he knew, leaving nothing out.
"When you play that tape you'll know what I discovered anyway. So I might as well tell you now," he said. "You're right I did pick up quite a lot of information from Eva's associates and fellow scientists. Enough to make me realize that she's about to make the biggest breakthrough in missiles so far.
"It still needs a lot of work before the theory can be made a reality, but Eva is well on the way towards finalizing her ideas and putting them into practice.
"So far as we know, she's the only person in the entire world who can do it. She's the only scientist in the East or the West who's come so close to accomplishing such a fantastic feat. I was sent here to check on the rumors and find a chink in her political affiliations that might serve our purpose. Our purpose being, of course, to persuade her to defect to the West.
"That's about all," he finished. "Since you've picked me up before I can report back, you've only got to wipe me out and tighten your security around Miss Harnecz. Haven't you?"
Tzerny thought for a few minutes, letting the man's confession turn over in his mind. Finally, he said, "Quite so, quite so. But something about this story I don't like. You have never struck me as the type of man to admit defeat so easily. Why are you being so frank and open with me ... unless you have something hidden up your sleeve?"
Don made no reply. Tzerny weighed the tape in his hand. "No matter," he said at last "Even if your superiors do get a copy of this tape it will tell them very little that they don't already know. And the price of this information will be the life of their best-known agent. You, Mr. Cabot!"
Don met Tzerny's eyes unflinchingly. A single L bare bulb burned over his head, the harsh white light giving the room a ghostly, naked appearance. Tzerny turned away and walked to the door. "When I'm listening to your report, I shall try to think of a suitable end for you," he promised. "Something befitting your standing in the world of espionage."
As Tzerny went out, be held a warning finger up at the guards. "At the least sign of movement, however harmless it might appear, shoot him!" he instructed. "This man is highly dangerous."
He walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. The two gunmen stood in front of. Don, watching him intently, scarcely blinking. For a moment, he felt completely resigned to his fate; he seemed listless and apathetic, hoping only that Tzerny's killing would be as quick and painless as possible. Though he knew very well that the Communist security chief would prolong his agony for as long as he could.
Erica's face loomed up suddenly in his mind, reminding him that life had been-could be-worth living and exciting. All right, so this particular mission had proved a failure, at least as far as he was concerned. So what? In the past there had been many where against all odds he had come off best. And you couldn't hope to win them all, Don reminded himself.
What had happened to his private promise that he would go out fighting? He began to cast around for something that might turn the tables, provide him with a "miracle."
He had no illusions that they wouldn't shoot him if he made a suspicious movement. The men were in Tzerny's black books already through their negligence over Erica, their eyes were wide and staring, waiting to use their guns if he gave them the slightest excuse.
While their search had been thorough, they had missed the tiny pellet of gas concealed in his ring. The center had been scooped out and it only required a brief, sudden Hick to send the pellet hurtling out towards them. He began to clench the finger against his palm, moving it as slowly as possible.
With luck, they wouldn't even notice the minute, highly concentrated pellet of gas until it had started to overpower them. Don let it go!
They didn't seem to have spotted the unobtrusive outward flick of his finger. He waited, holding his breath and trying not to draw their attention to it. His trusty razor blade was already concealed between his fingers, dropped into them from its hiding place under his watch strap.
The gas worked quickly. Before either of the men were able to react and squeeze the triggers of their guns it had seeped into their eyes and throats, blinding and choking them.
Their guns fell from their fingers to the floor as their hands went automatically to their streaming eyes. It was as if acid had been suddenly thrown into them and the men staggered, gasping, around the room, blinded and in terrible pain.
Don's eyes, too, were smarting. But he swiftly cut through the strands of rope binding his wrists and then tore the blade across the cord which secured his ankles. Leaving the noose still around his neck, he leaped up from the chair and smashed the flat of his hand into the nape of their necks in two deadly karate blows.
The men fell heavily to the floor and he snatched up both their guns. The scuffle didn't seem to have attracted Tzerny's attention. And when Don edged himself silently into the adjoining room he could see why.
The Russian security head was hunched over a miniature tape recorder, earphones clamped to his head, listening to Don's report.
"Sorry there's no time for a proper farewell!" he called loudly. Tzerny started to get up from his chair, jaw dropping in amazement. Then Don fired twice, the bullets slamming into the scrawny body and sending the man careening backwards across the table.
The Western agent snatched up the tape from the spool and thrust it into his pocket. Outside, the car waited unguarded. He scrambled into the driver's seat and reached out for the ignition. The key was missing! Cursing, he started to climb out of the car, then heard voices coming from the house.
Attracted by the shots, other members of the security force were probably at this very moment discovering Tzerny's body. He debated whether to risk a gun fight, judging his chances of picking them off as they came out of the house. Then he decided against it. It was too risky. Better to make a break for it and go into hiding for the time being.
In any case, the frontiers would be well-guarded: the airports and sea-ports would be on the look-out for him and he couldn't hope to make it across the border tonight.
When Western Intelligence heard of Tzerny's death they would want to give him further instructions, possibly requiring him to stay in the East and tie up any loose ends that remained. With the assassination of the important Communist security chief, the scheme to find out about Eva Harnecz's research had taken on a new significance.
So far as he was aware, no one else knew that he had discovered quite so much about her work. Tzerny would only have trusted the two men sent to intercept him. It was doubtful whether any other Communist agents were let in on the reason for Don's apprehension.
So it seemed to him entirely possible that he hadn't failed after all. That "Alfa" might want him to remain in Budapest and assist the girl agent who would doubtless be brought in to seduce the lesbian Eva Harnecz.
Don got out arid walked briskly for almost an hour, turning his coat collar up against the driving snow and sleet. No one appeared to be following him, and he was able to get his bearings and make for a Western Embassy. That was the safest place for him at the moment, he thought.
And he realized with a start of surprise that he did want to prolong his life as much as possible after all! Silently, he breathed a prayer of thanks to Erica for her gift of confidence. By the time he reached the Embassy gates he was feeling more cheerful and alive than he had been for years.
So much for gamblers' superstition, he thought wryly. All you need to break that particular fallacy was a beautiful girl!
Don showed his I.D. card to the guard on duty and rang the bell. The first thing he must do was telephone "Alfa". They had a scrambled telephone line to the West at the Embassy and it was important that his boss was put in the picture as soon as possible.
Within half an hour he was telling the old man that he would be on call at the Allied Embassy, awaiting further instructions. His report should reach Headquarters by midday.
Don received quite a shock when "Alfa" told him, that he would be getting the report by messenger! "You ought to have realized that Erica Sondgaard was one of our people," "Alfa" told him. "What's happened to your intuition, Don?"
"Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed, replacing the phone. "So she was in on the whole thing!" He chuckled quietly, then sobered; reflecting that if "Alfa" had seen fit to provide him with a "guardian angel," it meant that he, too, feared that Don was slipping. Never mind. That was all in the past now. He had got himself out of a scrape with as much aplomb as any of his past encounters with foreign agents.
"Don Cabot!" the voice of the friendly Western ambassador suddenly greeted him as the door opened. "It's great to see you again. You saved the lives of six of our men last November in Istanbul. The Embassy is yours, my boy. You may have the V.I.P. guest suite until we can figure a way to get you out of Budapest. And ... what else can I get you? Liquor? Food? Eh ... ?"
"You are most kind, Mr. Ambassador," Don said, I standing up as he bowed to the West European diplomat. "I ... I seem to remember hearing that our former Western agent, Doreen Fisque is now assistant security officer here at your embassy. I'd love to see her again. We worked assignments together in Brussels and Vienna."
"Oh-ho!" the Ambassador said with a chuckle, "Of I course! She speaks of you often. She lives here in the compound. You go up to the V.I.P. suite, my good friend. Clean up and take a nap. I'll have a hearty breakfast brought up to you about noon. And ... for security reasons, of course, I'll have Miss Fisque bring it to you. She will then have the rest of the day off."
Don had an immediate mental picture of Doreen Fisque standing in front of him naked, her 38-24-36 I body beckoning to him. And then there was that special way he liked to ...
"Thank you, Mr. Ambassador," Don said with a pleased smile.
"Get a good night's sleep, my boy," the Ambassador said with a knowing, friendly, smile. "I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk over ... "
CHAPTER FOUR
Located near the village of Agay, between Cannes and St. Tropez on the French Riviera, is one of the most exclusive, private and undisturbed beaches of the entire Mediterranean. It is located on a forested island of several acres, and about three miles from the mainland. The most beautiful part of the natural, sandy beach is located on the ocean side of the island, thus offering privacy from all those save a few curious yachtsmen and the rubbernecking crew of an occasional passing ship.
The island was posted as "private property" and, since it lay within French territorial waters, trespassing had never been a problem. Police and Coast Guard vessels checked it regularly. There was rumor that the island was owned by a top secret NATO tactical intelligence organization, that it belonged to an eccentric American millionaire, the French government, the gendarmerie.
There was no permanent structure visible on the island, and when small groups or individuals were allowed to pitch camp there for a rugged, outdoors vacation, rumors flew that they were members of European royalty, high government officials, millionaires or friends of such illustrious people.
When the two, beautiful and young American girls came to Agay from the Nice-Cannes airport in a taxi and sought transportation to the island, they were immediately questioned by the police.
The local chief himself came down to the boat house to question the girls, and was promptly set back on his ears by the taller and very slightly older of the two girls, who produced a set of documents that had the man begging a thousand pardons. In turn, the police chief railed at the "stupid" boat owner for daring to question the girls' authority to go to the island with their suitcases and heavy load of camping gear.
And while a new set of rumors spread throughout the gossipy village over the next few days, the "V.I.P." American girls had not been seen, preferring to use the beautiful Oceanside of the small island as their vacation retreat.
Maria Marshall and her companion had come purely and simply for relaxation and sensual pleasure, away from everyone they knew or might bump into.
Maria was a tall, voluptuous girl of twenty-seven. She possessed a truly gorgeous figure. Her 39 inch breasts were firm and finely molded, well able to jut forward without the support of a brassiere. Her beautifully curved thighs had a soft sheen which lent them the satin texture of skin-colored stockings; and her waist was very minute for such a full-figured girl.
Furthermore, Maria Marshall was the leading judo expert among female exponents of the sport in the U.S. She was the proud owner of a black belt and had participated in an extended unarmed combat course in Japan.
She was also the top female agent for Western Intelligence.
Maria emerged from the dazzling blue sea like a love goddess from the foam, her wispy red bikini clinging to her wet skin. She shook her long, golden hair, letting it cascade freely around her lovely shoulders, then stepped up the slight sandy incline to the beach umbrella.
Taking a towel and patting herself dry, Maria sprawled gracefully out under the blazing hot sun to catch every last ray of the quick tanning heat. Her almost naked body was already stained a becoming coppertone though this was only her third day at the Riviera. Another three weeks of this, she sighed blissfully. Another three weeks of doing nothing but relax. Heaven!
The girl lying beside her lit a cigarette and put it between Maria's lips. She watched as Maria drew deeply on the king-size filter then blew a long stream of blue smoke out into the windless air.
Her name was Sandra. She had nothing to do with Intelligence but worked as a secretary in Washington D.C. She had met Maria at a party and the two girls had been very close friends ever since. This was their first holiday together, the first time for two years that Maria had been able to get away in between her assignments.
Sandra knew that her friend worked for Western Intelligence, but had no idea of the important capacity she held. That was something Maria refused to talk about to anyone.
Maria and Sandra both intended to get as tanned and sun-baked as possible. Sandra slipped her arms out of her bikini top. Although her breasts couldn't be compared in actual size with those of Maria's, Sandra certainly owned two lovely and well-shaped globes. They were half out of their cups, the edge of her red nipples just visible.
Too bad we can't sunbathe in the nude, she thought. I suppose it's against the local laws, but it seems such a nuisance that we've got to cover ourselves up like this when the place is so deserted. She glanced behind them. The beach stretched for some 50 yards to their rear, and then the trees took over, the verdant scent wafting through the still air and adding to their pleasure.
"Do you really think anyone's likely to come along and see us?" Sandra asked. "And even if they did, would it matter all that much?"
Maria glanced up lazily. "I think that's a great idea!" she exclaimed. "Why on earth didn't we think of it before? We can soon slip our bikinis on again if we hear a boat approaching. Here, you untie mine and I'll do yours."
She pulled loose the bow which kept Sandra's bikini-bra up and the flimsy material dropped to the soft sand. Turning, Maria presented her back to Sandra and felt the girl perform the same service for her. "Mmmm, that's better!" she sighed. "Pants as well?"
"Why not?" Sandra smiled. "If we're going to expose ourselves we might as well go all the way!"
They stood up and within a few seconds were stripped of their swimming costumes, two deliciously naked and beautiful girls in a setting of breathtaking natural beauty.
As they settled down to get themselves tanned, Sandra exclaimed: "Hey, wait a minute! Our breasts and tummies are going to be burnt like hell 'if we don't smother them with lotion, not to mention our asses! We'd better rub ourselves with it."
The girl reached out for the suntan oil and unscrewed the cap, tipping the heavy tan liquid into the palm of her hand. She began to apply it to the round, soft orbs of her breasts, rubbing the lotion thoroughly and deeply into the firm dumplings.
Maria watched her, waiting for her turn for the oil. Her eyes seemed to be transfixed by Sandra's massaging of her breasts; they stared in fascination as the girl carefully stroked and fondled them, gradually making her titties shine with the thick, oily mixture.
The red nipples were soon made taut and smaller by Sandra's handling of them. The buds protruded fiercely from the middle of each globe, sticking out in a proud, unashamed erection.
Maria licked her lips as she imagined what it would be like to actually touch the hard buttons, to fondle them and pinch them between her fingers. She had never made a pass at Sandra during their fairly long association; not because she wasn't attracted to the girl, but because she was afraid of repulsing her and frightening her away. She genuinely liked Sandra as a friend and rather than give in to her quite frequent lesbian impulses, she preferred to get her sex kicks elsewhere and keep Sandra as a platonic companion.
But Sandra had herself suggested that they take off their bikinis. Maria wondered if the idyllic Riviera atmosphere had brought out a latent homosexuality in her friend.
And surely Sandra was taking rather a long time about anointing her breasts with the oil? Maria mused over the girl's reaction. Should she make a tentative hint that they get to know each other more intimately? Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, she decided at last.
Sandra was now turning her attention to her belly; rubbing the sun oil firmly into the white patch across her abdomen which had been covered by the bikini pants. She glanced up, met Maria's eyes and smiled.
"It'll be nice to look brown all over, won't it?" she said. "I've always thought how silly it was to have those white places on your body, they look so unsightly. Don't you agree?"
Maria nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her mouth felt dry and her pulse was already racing. Sandra completed her front and poured some more oil into her hands. She turned, kneeling up on the towel, and began to rub the sun lotion into her buttocks; pressing her fingers firmly into the cheeks and giving them a long, very thorough massage.
Maria could catch brief glimpses of the girl's actual anus as Sandra pulled her ass cheeks open and stroked the scented lotion into her full-fleshed crevice.
Finally, Maria realized that, unconsciously or not, Sandra was doing everything possible to ask for a sexy intimacy with her. An idea occurred to her. It would enable Sandra to decide for herself whether she really wanted to "do things" with her friend or draw back at the last moment.
Maria pressed her hands into the sand, letting the fine particles stick to her fingers. When Sandra had at last finished with the suntan lotion, she reached out for the bottle, then stopped.
"Damn!" she exclaimed. "Just look at my hands. I've got sand all over them! Now I'll have to go back in the water and wash it off. What a damned nuisance!"
Almost immediately, Sandra said: "You don't have to do that, Maria. I'll give you a rub if you like. You don't particularly want to get all wet again, do you?"
"Not really!" Maria replied. "It's very nice of you, Sandra. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Of course I don't." Sandra laughed. "Why should I? We're both girls, aren't we? Don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you that I shouldn't!" She reached out her hand and playfully pushed Maria backwards until the girl was lying stretched out full length on the white beach towel.
The sudden movement caused her fabulous breasts to loll sexily, the huge orbs swaying from side to side on her chest. Sandra raised her eyebrows, staring down at them appreciatively.
"Oh, you've really got a pair, haven't you, Maria!" she exclaimed. "They're lovely, absolute beauties!"
"Glad you like them," Maria murmured. She closed her eyes against the dazzling white sun, but could sense Sandra's gaze fixed steadfastly on her tittles. The girl's breath seemed to have quickened. In the absolute still, broken only by the soft, gentle lapping of the frothy white waves on the beach, she could hear her friend's sharp intake of air as the girl studied her breasts from a very close viewpoint. Mentally she could also picture Sandra's eyes narrowing lustfully and her own far-from-inadequate tits hanging low as she bent down over Maria's nude body.
Sandra's hand began to tremble slightly as she reached down to Maria's right breast. The fingers were well-coated with the suntan oil, now hovering a mere inch or two from the voluptuous surface of her friend's ripe cherry-nipple.
She didn't dare to stop and analyze her emotions. Not now, anyway. She only knew that she wanted more than anything else in the whole world to stroke and press her fingers into the twin mounds of beautiful breast flesh beneath her. Whether it was right or wrong to want to do this, she refused to even consider. The urgent need to 'cup Maria's tittles with her palms and gently massage the softness of the girl's exposed orbs was too strong to be denied.
Then came the magical, beautiful moment! Sandra pressed her fingers, tentatively at first, but with growing firmness, into the yielding orb. It felt so sexy, so terribly sexy, she thought. Moistening her lips, the girl began to massage the breast.
Her other hand also came down and cupped Maria's other breast. Together, they gave the two breasts a lingering, firm and thorough massage, smothering them with the richly perfumed oil until they were both glistening and shiny.
When her fingers brushed inevitably across the bright red nipples, Sandra felt a jolt of sensuous pleasure. The red buds came almost instantly to flower at her touch, and the girl wondered briefly how many other fingers (male and female) had performed the same service for Maria. No matter; now it was her turn to rub and caress them.
Sandra lost all sense of time and couldn't tell if she had been fondling Maria's breasts for seconds or minutes. But at last she realized that she ought to turn her attention to, the girl's belly. Her tummy and hips would be burning from the sun soon if she didn't cover them with the soothing oil.
With a sigh of regret, Sandra removed her hands from Maria's bosom. She allowed them to travel slowly down the soft flesh of the girl's naked front, until her fingers rested lightly on her friend's trim and tiny waist.
She picked up the half-empty bottle and let the oil ooze down onto Maria's bare tummy, the thick droplets trickling lasciviously into the bushy tangle of pubic hairs which protected and partly concealed the girl's cunt.
"Oh!" Maria cried softly. "That tickles! It's running right into my pussy! Can you brush it away for me, darling?"
Sandra gasped as she heard Maria use the word "pussy" in so innocent a voice. She watched, kneeling beside the horizontal girl, as Maria parted her thighs a little, making it easier for her to wipe away the trickling lotion.
Breathlessly, Sandra let her fingers stray down the girl's abdomen, pressing into the flesh and catching up the thick rivulet as it ran into Maria's cunt. Bending forward, she could plainly see the pink lips curling open under their hairy covering. They -looked sleek and sexy, reminding Sandra of the times she'd studied her, own slit with the aid of a hand mirror.
Almost before the girl quite realized what she was doing, Sandra's fingers were fondling into the slit, her other hand resting on Maria's fleshy tummy. Her forefinger moved right inside the girl's cunt, sinking wonderfully into the tight, wet confines and pushing hard to penetrate the clinging hole as much as possible.
"Oh, darling!" Maria murmured. "Has the oil got right into me, then?"
"Yes, yes it has!" Sandra panted, "I'm afraid I'll have to put my finger all the way up your pussy, otherwise it'll sting you terribly!"
"All right, then." Maria parted her legs a little wider. "Is that better? Can you do it more easily now?"
"Mmm! Oh, yes, that's much better!" Sandra gasped. Her finger was beginning to frig Maria, turning around and around inside the constricted slit. She pushed it deeply all the way into the hole, then drew it slowly out again. She could feel the girl's crotch pressing down in a subtle, urging motion onto her finger; silently approving of the treatment she was giving the exposed cunt.
Sandra wriggled a second finger into the warm, moist slot. Together, they fondled and explored Maria's cunt, working up and down inside the hot crevice and giving it an intimate, extended feeling.
Slowly, her other hand began to play with the tufts of hair which grew wildly on the bulge of her friend's pubic mound. She slipped her fingers into the silky forest, pressing them into the firm, hard mound and rubbing it sexily. The tip of her forefinger slid into the top of Maria's slit and touched the bumpy protuberance of the girl's clitoris. She began to stroke the clit passionately, her fingernail scratching deliberately onto the thrusting red button and tweaking it saucily.
An itching sensation seemed to suddenly start at her nipples. A not unpleasant, sexy ticklishness that made Sandra feel an urge to scratch her hot little buds; raking her nails roughly across them to relieve the growing itchiness.
But she couldn't leave Maria's pussy alone! The precious pink-lipped darling was so succulent, so thrilling to touch. She was about to whisper to Maria and ask the girl to help her out when she realized that Maria herself was causing the itching!
Unobtrusively, the other girl had raised her hand and was calmly caressing the very tips of her two breasts, lightly rubbing her fingers across the hardening nipples and making them sprout to a juicy erectness.
Sandra squirmed deliciously, the action causing her breasts to move with an inviting swaying motion: Maria started to pinch the titties more firmly, pulling them downward so that Sandra's breasts (one at a time) were stretched into sexily elongated shapes.
Slowly but surely, Sandra realized that she was being seduced by her own sensual nature and by the tantalizing ministrations of her girl friend. She felt far too aroused, however, to think of objecting to the sexy game on which they'd embarked. Perhaps it was the hot sun, the soft and relaxing sand and the beauty of the Riviera holiday. Or maybe it went deeper than that. But whatever had suddenly brought on her raging desire to explore Maria's naked body, Sandra knew that it was impossible for her to even think of calling a halt to their caressing.
She renewed her attention to Maria's cunt now driving her two fingers in and out of the slick hole with relentless passion. She gave the task her complete concentration, determined to force Maria to a strong orgasm.
Out of the corner of one eye, Sandra could just see the rosy thrust of the girl's nipple, sticking up in the air; rising out of that gorgeous white breast with tempting, seductive prominence. She began to lower her mouth towards it, opening her lips ready to receive the red rose of Maria's nipple.
As it disappeared between her teeth, the girl emitted a long, heart felt moan of pleasure. A sigh which escaped her lips like a breath of ecstasy, as she closed her mouth over the ripe and hard beauty and began to suck on the crimson fruit as if her life depended on its sustenance.
She could taste, also, the suntan oil which she'd rubbed plentifully into the breast. It seemed to make the action of sucking the girl's tit more sexy than ever, as if the thick oil was Maria's milk and she the girl's baby.
As Sandra's face buried itself into her breast, lips firmly and tightly around her nipple, Maria transferred her hand from Sandra's titty to the girl's buttocks, stroking her fingers around the sweetly bared waist and then down over her friend's spine, finally rubbing them into the cheeks of Sandra's thrust-out ass. The older girl caressed the finely textured globes, running her fingers possessively and with mounting excitement over the full and curvy flesh.
Sandra's buttocks were clenched tight; as if the girl were afraid to relax the muscles for fear that Maria would put her fingers between the cheeks and feel for her unprotected anus itself. But soon, relaxing gradually under the expert caressing, Sandra permitted her hips to untense. The superb globes were now slack and much sexier to handle. Maria put her hand underneath the one nearest to her and lifted it slightly upwards.
It enabled her to glimpse the side view of Sandra's wide-lipped cunt, nestling securely and safely between the girl's marvelous thighs. She ran her fingers up over the ass mound again; crooking them slightly so that they dug into the soft flesh.
So supple and so smooth-skinned Sandra's ass was! Maria reveled in the feel of the ass which was now thrusting itself boldly against her hand, as if urging her to explore it more intimately.
It was obvious that Sandra was growing more and more excited. Her teeth worked on Maria's nipple forcefully. The girl was treating it to a series of sharp, nibbling bites that sent waves of bliss shooting through Maria's body. And her fingers hadn't ceased their frigging of her cunt for one single moment. She still worked them as urgently and as sexily inside the liquid slit, the fingers of her other hand playing incessantly with the girl's clitty button.
Maria could feel herself being brought speedily to the brink of her orgasm, but bravely held herself back, wanting them both to reach their climaxes at the same time. To accomplish this, she now slid the fingers and thumb of her right hand into Sandra's ass crease, stealing slowly but surely between the smooth cheeks and fondling at the deep indentation. Sandra stiffened momentarily, then relaxed again, allowing Maria's hand to proceed without hindrance. The latter girl brushed the tips of her fingers over the prominent bump of Sandra's anus, feeling the minute crater with its sexy outer wrinkle.
She pressed her little finger into the orifice, letting the hot, tight channel close stickily around the intruder. Then the girl started to move her hand backwards and forwards, gradually gaining entrance with her smallest finger, until, finally, it had succeeded in penetrating Sandra's anus right to its hilt.
Maria now wiggled her remaining fingers further beneath the girl's thighs, her breath coming in quick pants as they found and started to fondle Sandra's tucked-away pussy. The lips were already straining open and it was a simple task for her to probe her fingers between them and insert two of her digits into the exposed gash.
In they slid, deeper and deeper into the moist recesses of the wondrous cunt, until Maria could feel them both jammed into the girl's hole as far as they could penetrate. She started to work them around in a small, tight circle, keeping her fingers firmly on the supple wet walls and letting her nails press intimately against the ultra-soft fleshiness.
There, on the deserted private beach of white sand, the two girls fondled each other's most sensitive places, wantonly pressed together in an uninhibited sexual embrace. Above them, the incredibly blue sky and the white disc of the blinding sun. Nothing else, not even a solitary gull to witness their passionate caressing.
Maria's lips began to hunger for the taste of Sandra's exciting Clint. Her tongue itched to feel the heat of the girl's vulva. She lifted herself up off the beach towel and, being careful not to dislodge Sandra's mouth from her breast where the girl was still feeding, began to maneuver Sandra's thigh so that her legs were parted on either side of her face ...
This meant, of course, that Sandra was forced to relinquish her sucking of Maria's nipple, but she quickly realized that there was an even more attractive place for her to put her mouth.
Positioning herself downward, facing Maria's thighs, Sandra lowered her lips into the very center of the girl's cunt, brushing aside the luxuriant growth of pubic hair so that she was able to work her eager tongue into the revealed slit of her friend's pussy.
A moment later, she felt Maria's mouth performing the self-same intimacy with her own pussy. They licked daintily into one another's cunts, shyly at first, then with mounting and abandoned passion. The sun blazed remorselessly into Sandra's naked back, but she scarcely felt the burning, so absorbed was she in her concentrated cunt-sucking.
Stopping only to catch their breaths and give their tongues a quick moistening with saliva, the girls steadily and lingeringly licked and sucked. Maria had the advantage of being able to look up into Sandra's parted buttocks and feast her eyes on the girl's exposed asshole. She could also pass her hands from their fondling of the plump white cheeks and sexily touch the prim, pursed hole itself, which she did with greater and greater frequency.
Sandra chose to occupy her fingers with the enlarged red clitoris which protruded at the top of Maria's generously lengthy gash. Her fingertips petted and squeezed the hard knob, making it throb in response.
Both their tongues licked all the way along their respective lips. Starting at the first, topmost parting of the lips, they would work slowly and teasingly down the center of the slit, lapping with a sensuous deliberation until their tongues came to the deepness of the hole itself. Then they stopped and, curling into a long, fang-like length of wet muscle, darted as deeply as possible into the exposed bareness of the orifice.
After performing several in-and-out strokes in this fashion (imitating with surprising accuracy the fucking of a prick), they would withdraw their tongues and let them slip back to the clitoris again, ready to repeat the caress.
The girls could feel each other's breasts pressing firmly against their nude tummies. The nipples were hot and pointy, hard, thick buttons which stuck into the softness of their belly flesh and spurred them on to a quickening of their tongue licking.
And as if by some prearranged signal, Sandra and Maria began, at precisely the same moment, to vary their mouthing activities. They changed to a hard, slurping sucking at the well-licked cunts, drawing as much of the flesh between their lips as possible and clamping their teeth down on the succulent treats.
At the same time, their hips and buttocks started to grind furiously, until both girls were writhing in ecstatic communion; urging their naked bodies tighter and tighter together, shedding every last shred of inhibition, bent only upon achieving the bliss of orgasm.
Unable to check her desire, Maria suddenly plunged her forefinger hard into Sandra's ass, burying it completely in the shapely crevice and then twisting it around and around, not pausing for a moment in her perpetual sucking of the girls cunt. In and out of Maria's anus she jammed her finger, making it sink again and again into the tight and protesting orifice.
While this was the very first time that Sandra had been penetrated in this fashion, the girl felt not the slightest discomfort. She was much too excited to notice anything except the pleasure which Maria's finger was giving to her. The twin attentions her friend was paying to her bottom and to her cunt filled Sandra with overwhelming bliss, making her thrust her crotch frantically downwards against Maria's face, urging the girl to do whatever she liked with her willing and completely defenseless charms.
Maria accepted the challenge gladly. She scarcely needed Sandra's silent urgings to give full vent to her imagination and her lust. Her cheeks were sucked sharply inwards as she pulled nearly the whole of Sandra's thick cunt lips into her mouth. Then she fastened her teeth tightly around the trapped pussy flesh and began to lick with quick, lightening strokes of her quivering tongue up and down the secured meat.
Maria thought she heard a muffled moaning coming from Sandra, but the girl's mouth was buried deeply into her pubic hairs and any sound she might have made was instantly stifled by the thick growth. However, a scant moment later Maria felt the first spasms of Sandra's orgasm. She kept her lips tightly pressed against the girl's cunt and frantically sucked with an even harder action at the tormented lips.
Her own climax wasn't long delayed. As Sandra continued to helplessly spasm and writhe with lust, Maria felt her cunt starting to throb with a terrible itching beat. She raised her buttocks upwards off the towel and clenched and unclenched the cheeks in a furiously passionate concentration.
Her entire body shuddered with ecstasy. Her mind spiraled off into a glorious fantasy of never-ending excitement and bliss as she released her long delayed climax.
The girls remained in their impassioned clasp for long minutes after their orgasms. Eventually, Sandra rolled herself off Maria's body, flopping. onto the burning sand beside the girl in an exhausted but completely satisfied condition. Maria reached out for her hand and entwined their fingers intimately.
"No regrets, darling?" she asked softly.
"None. Oh, none!" Sandra cried. "It was wonderful ... perfect! I've never enjoyed myself so much, not with anyone!" She gazed into Maria's eyes frankly. "You make love so beautifully!" she told the girl. "So very, very beautifully!"
Maria smiled sweetly at her. "So do you, doll," she whispered. 'Weren't we silly to waste the last three days when we could have been doing things like this to each other?"
Sandra nodded. Then she said, her voice betraying concern, "Have you made love with other girls, Maria? Do you like women better than men?"
Maria squeezed her hand. "Would it make any difference to us if I had, if I do?" she asked. "All right. I don't want there to be any secrets between us. I do prefer my own sex, I get much more pleasure out of caressing a beautiful girl like you than snuggling up to a hairy, muscular male.
"You'll see," she promised. "There are lots of things that two women can do to each other to give pleasure. I'll show you. Just now was only the beginning. Come into my arms, darling, and I'll ... "
She broke off suddenly, releasing Sandra's hand and sitting up. "Quick!" she cried. "I can hear a boat coming! Better get back into your bikini!"
Her sharp ears had picked up the distant sound of a motorboat approaching the secluded beach. Both girls hurriedly pulled their swim suits back on, Maria fastening her bra just as the boat came into view.
The lone male occupant left his boat at the edge of the beach and ran quickly across the sand, waving a yellow envelope and calling to them in French.
Maria took it from him and tore it open. It was a cable from Western Intelligence Headquarters. Her eyes ran over the text and she swore loudly and at length. She turned to Sandra.
"It's from my boss," she told the girl between clenched teeth. "He's ordered me back to the States! A special job has just come up! Of all the bastard luck!" Sandra could see tears starting from her eyes and a lump started to rise in her own throat as she realized that their idyllic holiday was going to be abruptly terminated almost before it had so beautifully begun..
"Can't you refuse to go?" she asked tentatively. "They can get someone else. They've got hundreds of people working for them, haven't they?"
Maria shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not," she said. "The cable is marked Urgent. I can't ignore it. It must be something they think only I can do! Though God knows what it could be. Maybe some unfinished business from one of my previous assignments." She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Now, darling. It may only take a couple of days. Why don't you stay on .here? With luck, I'll be able to return within a short while." She lowered her voice, eyes growing tender and sexy. "Then we can carry on where we left off! What do you say?"
Sandra bit her lip. "All right," she said at last. "If you say so. But please, get back as soon as you can, won't you darling? I'll miss you so much ... so very, very much!"
Maria looked down at the sobbing girl. "I want to be back with you too, darling, just as quickly as I can," she told her, then became more realistic as she added, "If ... just if, something should happen that it takes more than a few days. I'll try to send you a cable. But, please, remember, darling, that it may be impossible for me."
"It will! I know it will!" Sandra became frantically depressed and tried to hold on to Maria, as if she could prevent her from leaving. "It's all over! Our wonderful, beautiful vacation we planned for so long! It's over, Maria! I know it is! They'll probably send you halfway around the world to Vietnam or Japan or Hong Kong or ... "
With deliberate but slow and painless force, Maria pushed the younger girl's arms away, then grasped her by the shoulders. "Look, darling!" she said sternly. "I have absolutely no choice! If it wasn't for the job ... and the people I know as a result of my job, we would never have had even these three idyllic days in such a beautiful spot ... alone together!"
Sandra's body relaxed and she began to shake her head in resignation, recalling the flight schedule from Nice-Cannes to Paris that she had studied so often. "Maria! The next plane for Paris isn't until this evening. It won't take long to get to the shore, and then the taxi ride to the airport. Let's ... let's make love in our tent ... the way honeymooners would ... on the soft mattress. Please, Maria. We do have time ... "
"While the man from the telegraph office is still here?" Maria queried her companion with amusement, nodding to the man who had walked a very discreet distance away from them and was looking out at the sea. "I'll give him an acknowledgement to send back to Washington, darling. And you run up and bring my purse down to pay him."
"And then?" Sandra asked, hopefully.
"Yes, darling," Maria said, throwing her a kiss. "We'll have an hour or more just to ourselves ... "
CHAPTER FIVE
In contrast to the slim and anemic Jon Tzerny, whose previously successful career as a top Hungarian official of Communist Integrated Intelligence had been so quickly terminated in assassination by the elusive Don Cabot, Janos Kotak was a short, chubby man with coal black hair and large, bushy eyebrows. He was determined that he would never make the same mistake as his unfortunate predecessor.
And as Kotak sat quietly in his new office, blowing smoke rings from the combustion of tobacco in his extra long filtered Russian cigarette, he was musing over some ideas of his own. If Cabot had been in Budapest to seek out Eva Harnecz once, he thought, the intrepid Western agent just might be fool enough to try it again. But this time, it would be Cabot who was the victim, and Janos Kotak would be the hero.
His reverie was interrupted by a tall, slim, prune-faced woman, his secretary, who opened the door to announce that Miss Harnecz had arrived. Although he nodded for her to come in and for his secretary to close the door to his office, her arrival caused a scowl to replace the pleasurable expression on Kotak's craggy face.
He reached into his drawer and drew out a small sheaf of documents after gesturing for Miss Harnecz to be seated. "Your request to leave the country and go to the West for a vacation is out of the question!" he announced sternly, staring at the beautiful young scientist and shoving the documents toward her. "I suggest you tear up these request forms and forget you ever spent the time to fill them out. I am responsible for your well-being. I know ... we have many agents and friends in France. But I can't let you go to the West."
A life of worry and constant anxiety had left Kotak with a perpetual expression of concern. He was in every way the complete opposite of the late Jon Tzerny. He sat at his desk facing an angry and Hashing-eyed Eva Harnecz. She had been demanding that she be allowed to take her vacation at the French Riviera. And he knew it would not be easy to convince her that it was out of the question.
"Comrade Kotak, as you know very well, I have earned this rest from my work. The doctors will tell you that I am suffering from strain and nervous exhaustion. It is for the sake of my work that I am requesting this leave, not for my own pleasure!"
Kotak looked at her wearily. Ultimately, the decision was his, but if anything happened to her, whether she was under his immediate protection or out of the country, his life wouldn't be worth a damn. He could see her point, of course. And he had not the, slightest objection to the girl taking her well-earned vacation, providing she stayed in Eastern Europe.
But Eva insisted on traveling all the way to France, of all places. The idea was ridiculous! Utterly impossible! Surely she could see that? He tried again to persuade her of her folly.
"Comrade Harnecz, the man who infiltrated into your office, the man who killed poor Comrade Tzerny, is still alive! He is a cunning and very dangerous man, the most persistent and reckless agent the West has. If I were to permit you to travel to France, no matter how many men I send to guard you, you cannot be as safe as you are here in the East.
"Please. Think of your work and what it means to our cause. Think what would happen to our dreams, to our future, if Western agents should kidnap you! You know very well that there is no one in the world capable of completing your work: you are the most important and the most valuable woman on Earth!
"No!" he concluded, putting all the finality he could muster into his voice. "No, I must absolutely refuse your request. You cannot leave the East, not at the present time, anyway."
Eva stamped her foot on the inch-thick carpet and leaned over his desk, eyes blazing. "Very well, Comrade!" she hissed at him. "And when my work suffers, when I find that I am unable to complete my radar-proof missile, the RPM, I shall tell everyone that it is your fault! Your fault, for not allowing me to relax and renew my energy for the task ahead of me.
"And I shall tell them why you refused to let me go! Because you were unable to protect me! Because you feared that your Department was too weak to guard one woman against enemy infiltration!"
Kotak swallowed nervously. Naturally, she had the respect and attention of the highest authorities in the country. If she did fail to complete her work and blamed him for it his head would roll as surely as if she had been kidnapped while under his care.
What a bastard of a situation! Kotak couldn't see any way out of the impasse. He licked his thin lips, aware that a long silence had fallen in the room.
Eva's eyes began to glitter triumphantly. She knew that she had him just where she wanted him! For months she had looked forward to her vacation in France. It had been three years since she had set foot outside of the East and she was determined that nothing would stand in her way. In any case, it was absolutely true that she needed a complete change of locale and climate. Lately, her work had slowed down, and she was convinced that it was due to lack of relaxation and sunshine.
"All right," Kotak said at last. He stared down at his desk blotter. "You have put me in a position where I can hardly refuse you, Comrade. All right. I shall not stand in your way. But please, I beg of you, take every possible precaution. Speak to no one, man or woman! I shall see to it that you are as well guarded as possible. When do you wish to leave?"
Eva had visibly relaxed. She positively beamed at the worried-looking Kotak. "I wish to leave on tomorrow's flight!" she announced. "And I shall be away for approximately three weeks."
Kotak looked up sharply. "Tomorrow!" he exclaimed. "But that means you'll travel via Paris, running an extra risk that someone from Western Intelligence will spot you! Please, reconsider, Comrade. There's no point in running unnecessary ... "
Eva shrugged her shoulders. "What does it matter?" she asked. "Your big brave men will be on the plane to look after me, won't they?" She picked up her handbag from his desk. "Perhaps you'll arrange the tickets and send them over to my apartment tonight. It was a statement rather than a question. Kotak nodded helplessly. Why did these brilliant scientists have to be so temperamental, he wondered. In the old days such insubordination to State Security would have been punished by death ... at least.
The man watched as the beautiful girl turned her back on him and walked to the door. She dressed simply but attractively; a light grey worsted suit which hugged her exceedingly well-developed figure tightly. What a waste, he thought, what a terrible waste that such a gorgeous creature should only be attracted to members of her own sex!
Once again, he reflected that such a blatant and barely-disguised sexual desire would have been severely punished in the good old days. Nowadays it seemed that you could get away with almost anything.
Eva unlocked the door of her apartment in the heart of Budapest and danced gleefully into the room, pirouetting like an excited child. Her maid, Magda, a fresh-faced girl of eighteen, came in from the bedroom where she had been dusting and was immediately swung into a close embrace.
"We're leaving in the morning, Magda!" Eva exclaimed excitedly. "We're going to the Riviera! I've managed to fix everything!"
Magda's eyes widened and she broke into a joyful peal of laughter. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands loudly. "Absolutely wonderful! But how did you get around Kotak? How did you persuade him to let us go? You didn't ... ?" The girl left the question unfinished.
"Of course not!" Eva rebuked her. "I blackmailed him! That's all. Well, don't I deserve a kiss for my pains?" she asked the girl demurely. She pulled Magda tightly against her and let her hands fall until they cupped the maid's buttocks, pressing them with an easy intimacy.
"Oh, yes!" the girl breathed. And immediately put her lips against Eva's, kissing her mistress passionately, her arms stealing up the woman's back and caressing her lovingly.
As they at last broke for air, Eva put her face against Magda's cheek and whispered: "Let's go into the bedroom, my darling. This calls for a very special kind of celebration. After all, it's not every day that someone manages to outwit the head of the security group!"
Arm in arm, the two girls moved into the other room, Eva kicking the door shut behind them. Of all the many young girls she had taken to bed, Magda was the most delightful, Eva thought. She still possessed a quality of innocence, a child-like wonder at the sensual experiences which Eva could offer to her. Her family was peasant people who worked on the land near the Soviet border. Eva had been driving from Kiev after visiting one of the outlying missile sites when her car broke down. Although they did not realize the girl's immense importance, Magda's parents had put her up for the night, regretting that lack of accommodation would make it necessary for her to share the daughter's bedroom.
Next morning, after a night of quiet and leisurely love-making, Eva had told them who she was; and had persuaded them to allow her to take Magda back with her to Budapest.
Since that time, Eva had been unusually faithful to her girl lover, only once or twice allowing her over-abundance of physical affection to get the better of her. Magda was rather nice and on the plump side, providing a striking contrast to the tall and stately Miss Harnecz.
Eva unbuttoned her suit and shrugged her arms quickly out of the sleeves. She unclipped her belt and let the light brown skirt drop to the floor, standing in front of Magda in her imported nylon lingerie -abbreviated bikini panties, a flimsy see-through brassiere and garter belt to match. Her stockings were pulled right up to the tops of her lovely thighs, leaving only a scant inch of bare flesh. She adored the feel of clinging nylon on her legs, loved to have her curves encased in the exciting material.
The most voluptuous costume she could imagine would consist of nothing but diaphanous, gauzy nylon; stretched tautly from her neck to her toes, hugging her breasts, her buttocks and-best of all-her extremely prominent sex mound.
Magda, who was quite gifted with her hands was engaged in making her just such a garment. During the holiday in France, Eva hoped that her maid would complete it and help her to fit the sexy, erotic garment tightly around her limbs, making sure that the close-fitting fabric swathed her body like a second skin.
Now, there were other very exciting sexual pleasures to be engaged in. Eva watched as Magda moved around behind her and started to fumble with the clasp of her brassiere. The maid skillfully unhooked it and helped her arms free of the straps.
The ample and thrusting breasts popped nudely into view. There was one particularly striking feature about them, however. They were certainly on the large size-a generous 38 inches of firm, jutting tit-flesh. But the nipples were so tiny and insignificant that they resembled those of a boy's.
Even when fully erect, the buds were no more than minute pimples; hard and exciting to fondle, but incredibly small for so well-proportioned a girl. The fact that her nipples were so tiny didn't bother Eva, though. Not any more. At first she had been sell-conscious and ashamed of them. But she had quickly discovered that her girl friends were intrigued and fascinated by them. They loved to rub their own, riper, nipples against her small ones and excite themselves by the significant contrast in size.
Magda, in particular, was the proud possessor of larger than average nipples. Hers were nearly an inch long, and had the thickness to match. The maid felt in an odd way that these prize attributes made up for Eva's social importance and position of power, as if her extra-big nipples compensated her for her mistress's standing in Communist society.
At the moment, the girl stood closely behind Eva, looking down over the woman's lovely shaped shoulder to peer at the beautiful breasts with their boyish nipples. She rested both hands lightly on Eva's waist, fingers touching the voluptuous nylon of the girl's garter belt.
"Take my panties off, Magda," her mistress murmured. "But leave my stockings and garter belt on, will you? I think it's much sexier that way!"
Magda stooped down behind the girl and began to slide the waistband of the pants down over Eva's hips. Her face was so close to the beautiful curved buttocks that, as they came into view, she could smell the fragrant perfume which Eva always dabbed between the cheeks.
She raised the folded-up nylon of the briefs over the girl's large, gleaming garters and lowered them slowly down Eva's thighs; letting her fingers brush into the very tight swath of her mistress' stockings.
Eva stepped out of the silky bundle and kept her legs slightly parted, posing in a dominant attitude and looking her loveliest. Magda rose to her feet again, moved around in front of the haughty girl and started to remove her own clothes.
First, the maid's uniform came off. Magda soon faced Eva clad only in her pretty lingerie-a hall-bra which revealed nearly hall her breasts, and so flimsy that the outline of her nipples could be seen plainly sticking through the white cups, red and thrusting; bright yellow panties which were drawn up as tightly as possible into her crotch, accentuating the bulge of her pubic mound and even revealing the slight indentation where her cunt-lips nestled.
Her legs were sheathed in a pair of clinging, skin colored tights. They were so sheer as to be practically invisible unless you looked very closely at them. Which was precisely what Eva intended to do!
The woman waited until Magda had unfastened her bra and let her breasts free of the restraining cups. Then she stepped across the three short paces which separated the two girls and, placing both her hands on Magda's hips, gently inclined the girl backward onto the bed.
When Magda was reclining at full length, her hands innocently at her side, Eva knelt on the floor and began to caress the girl's sexy legs, running her fingers slowly and lasciviously up and down the calves, beginning to stray boldly over the maid's knees and onto the more interesting territory of her slightly parted thighs.
Eva watched as the supple flesh moved under her fingers, massaging the warm texture of the girl's legs with well-experienced hands. Magda submitted to the treatment passively, knowing that soon her turn would come to perform the same service for her mistress.
Eva's eyes became transfixed on the vulnerable pout of Magda's cunt. It strained softly upwards under the restraining material of the girl's tights and panties, a mound of tantalizing and wonderful heat. And concealed at its center, she knew, were the even more thrilling lips of Anna's cunt!
Forcing herself not to hurry, Eva caressed her hands and fingers allover the girl's limbs, squeezing them underneath Magda's thighs so that she could press and stroke the softer, swelling flesh at the backs of her legs. She could hear the willingly submissive girl beginning to pant-soft, breathy noises coming from her parted lips. Eva put her mouth onto the upper swell of Magda's thigh-as near to the inside as possible-and started to kiss the hot warmth of the girl's skin sheathing tights.
Magda's legs tensed momentarily, then relaxed again as she fought back the urge to press her thighs tightly together against the oral invasion of Eva's lips. Moving almost without the girl being aware of their changing position, Eva's open lips steadily shifted up the inside of her thigh towards the ill concealed curve of her sex-mound.
The woman's fingers, too, had not ceased their perpetual caressing of the maid's legs. They roamed without pause all over Magda's thighs, from time to time straying wantonly up to the girl's cunt-bulge and pressing firmly into the yielding and pliable flesh there.
Then, after perl1aps five minutes of this slow and voluptuous treatment, Eva's fingers began to pluck insistently at Magda's pant tops, worming her fingertips beneath the tight elastic and starting to tug the brief and flimsy garment down over the girl's abdomen. It came gradually away from her tummy, Eva taking up the rim of the stretch-tights as well and bringing them downward at the same time.
Magda's pubic hairs began to show; curly sprouts of jet black tufts which grew in wild profusion around the girl's cunt. Eva, though she had seen them (and kissed and sucked them) on many previous occasions, never failed to thrill at the first sight of her maid's intimate body hair.
She drew in her breath sharply, letting her fingers brush tentatively across the luxuriant growth, making the hairs flatten and then rise again under her touch.
Eva left Magda's panties and tights stretched across the girl's hips so that they came in a clinging line over her maid's thigh tops, running snugly just below Magda's hairy pussy nest. She kept one hand on the inside of one leg, continuing her massaging, while the other hand explored the jungle growth of Magda's warm and intimate pussy.
The girl began to tremble despite herself. Magda wiggled her hips, clenching and unclenching the cheeks of her ass in sexy torment as her mistress deliberately gave herself all the time in the world to carry out her fondling.
Eva was now pushing the very tips of her fingers into the beginning of the wet slit, probing the lips cautiously and exploring the wettened flesh carefully. She had removed her mouth from the girl's thigh and squinting downwards, Magda could see Eva's moist red lips quivering in sexy anticipation ... anticipation of fastening them greedily onto her pink and private cunt.
Softly, Eva smoothed the lips well apart; opening them sufficiently to admit the intrusion of her caressing forefinger. Then it slipped firmly downwards and into the precious slit, working right along the full length of Magda's cunt until it finally pushed its way into the velvet hole itself.
It was the slowest seduction she'd given her for ages. Eva could sense the girl's almost uncontainable excitement as she deliberately hesitated for a long minute before thrusting her finger right into Magda's cunt. She could see the lips folded back, revealing the red flesh in all its splendor. Eva shifted up a little, managing to hoist her leg over Magda's outstretched thigh until she was crouching over the girl's leg, her own cunt pressing firmly into Magda's marvelous tights-swathed thigh. She wiggled herself a bit, making the lips of her slit open more widely. Then slowly and rhythmically, the woman rode Magda's leg, rubbing herself up and down on the smooth, firm limb, feeling her cunt rustling silkily against her maid's out-Hung thigh.
Magda started to tense and untense her leg, enabling Eva to feel the muscles vibrating powerfully under her cunt-lips. She raised and lowered her thigh, letting her mistress grind the open flower of her pussy against the silken surface.
Even Eva's powers of self-control were waning. She bent her face a little closer to Magda's inviting slit. She pressed her ripe, moist mouth against the furry gash, kissing it soundly and starting to delve into the milky vulva with her tongue.
This meant that her own cunt was moved further down Magda's legs. The divide of her thighs now pushed into the maid's shin as Eva continued to work herself up and down, forgetting the awkwardness of her position as the feel of the girl's leg provided a thrillingly hard "cock" on which to rub herself off.
Eva kissed and licked into Magda's vulva with tantalizing strokes of her clever wet tongue, reaming the delicious orifice out as thoroughly as she could. The maid's earthy passion was soon brought to a boiling point, and she wriggled her thighs and hips frantically, unable to hold back her explosive orgasm!
Intently, Eva kept her mouth adhered to the fat-lipped slot; sucking out every drop of the girl's abundant secretions. When she felt that she had brought the girl to complete orgasm, Eva decided that it was time for her maid to playa more active part in their lesbian frolics.
Straightening up, and feeling the lips of her slit snap together once more as she lifted her leg off Magda's, Eva sat down on the bed next to the girl and began to caress her breasts. Her hands moved gently over the firm, young mounds, fondling and turning the large globes and enviously tickling Magda's magnificent nipples into a red and lustful erection.
"It's time for you to dress yourself!" she whispered softly, when Magda's eyes opened. While she spoke, Eva's fingertips caressed the girl's nipples continuously. "Remember? Last time I played the man. Now it's your turn, my darling. Come along, go and put on your cock!"
Magda rose and Eva's fingers rubbed across her breasts as the girl moved away. She went to the dresser and got something out, then stood with her back to the other girl, fumbling at her hips.
Eyeing her closely, Eva could see Magda's fingers pass a length of cord between the cheeks of her buttocks and tug it up tightly so that it disappeared from view. The maid had neither removed nor pulled her tights and panties back into position. Both the garments were still revealingly stretched across the tops of her thighs, exactly as Eva had left them.
Teasing her mistress, Magda turned very, very slowly around to face the girl. And although she knew what Magda would be wearing, Eva was still in an acute state of suspense as she waited to behold her.
Finally, Magda stood proudly in full view. Strapped to her feminine crotch was a monstrously large dildo; leather, spring steel and cunningly tipped with rubber. She started to walk towards Eva and the huge "prick" wobbled with oversized menace!
The bizarre contrast between Magda's indisputably girlish skin and charms and her prick of leather was startling. Eva gulped as she realized that soon very, very soon-she would be feeling the full length of the giant penis inside her cunt. True, it had penetrated her (and Anna) on many previous occasions, but each time it was her turn to be fucked by it, Eva felt the self-same doubts and fears as to her capacity to contain the monster.
Magda came nearer and nearer; until Eva could feel the tip of the cock brushing against her naked belly.
Partly in genuine fear, partly in simulated panic, she backed away on the bed, shaking her head piteously. "Oh, don't!" she cried. "Please, don't! I couldn't stand it! I couldn't! Have pity on me! Don't force me to take it!"
But Magda had not the slightest intention of allowing her victim to escape. She seized Eva firmly around her waist and flung her backwards onto the bed, carefully lowering her own body on top of her mistress.
The cold of the phallus' underside made Eva shiver. It pressed with relentless power into her bare flesh, threatening her with its rubber potency. Magda forced her legs between Eva's thighs, straddling the girl and plumping the full weight of her body down to pin the hapless female beneath her.
Eva was making half-hearted efforts to escape, her pretended awe and terror of Magda's dildo being part of the exciting game. Easily, Magda thwarted her, pinioning the girl firmly and unmovable and then bearing her lips onto Eva's in a crushing, openmouthed kiss.
Magda's tongue worked remorselessly between her mistress's trembling lips and she deliberately drove it as far and as deep into Eva's sweet-tasting mouth as possible. The two girls' red and shapely lips pressed intimately and daringly together, and Magda's right hand came up between their practically nude bodies to fondle Eva's breast. She coaxed the miniature nipple into as hard an erection as it could manage, then began to scratch into the bud with her thumbnail; backwards and forwards across the babyish bud, feeling herself growing more and more excited with each touch.
A flow of secretion was beginning to stain the cord which passed between her thighs, and Magda knew that the time was ripe for her to insert the hard dildo into Eva's cunt.
She fumbled with her left hand at it, getting hold of the dildo around its rubber tip and twisting it until it was placed at the entrance to Eva's slit. She felt the girl tense as the point of the "prick" touched her sensitive cunt-lips. But before Eva could wriggle herself and knock it out of the way, Magda strained her pelvis forwards and upwards, at the same time inserting the dildo a little further into the woman's liquid and sensitive pussy.
Ignoring the continual convulsions which Eva was making, Magda pushed her "cock" deeper and deeper between the fully stretched lips.
Unbending in its permanent, eternal erection, the dildo was driven ruthlessly up and up, finally penetrating Eva almost to its hilt. Then Magda rested for a moment, removing her hand from its guiding hold on the "cock" and sliding it up the girl's body until it lay on Eva's shoulder.
She rubbed the girl's round flesh in a soothing massage, still using her other hand to fondle the pliable orb of her mistress's breast.
Eva slowly positioned her hands around the girl-fucker's back, running her fingers possessively over Magda's buttocks and starting to stroke and knead the jutting white cheeks as if they were made of the firmest dough. She did everything she possibly could to the unprotesting globes. She dragged them as far away from each other as she could stretch them; squashed them tightly together and rubbed them up and down (making the wobbly things clench firmly into the stout cord which kept the dildo in its rigid position). And pinched fingerfuls of the soft flesh between forefingers and thumbs, and being spurred to a harder squeezing by Magda's involuntary "ohs" and "ouches".
Tiring of this amusement, Eva flattened her hands against Magda's buttocks and pressed the orbs as hard 'as she could, making the girl's abdomen strain even more closely against her own. And, of course, forcing the dildo an extra inch or two into her cunt.
Eva's forefinger decided to push its way underneath the taut cord which ran under Magda's ass. She tugged the string slightly away from the girl's deep buttocks crease and got the finger under it, searching up and down the moist indentation until her inquisitive digit found Magda's well-concealed anus. The cord pressed tightly into the back of her finger as she released it, trapping the thing.
Eva began to squeeze her long, sharp nail into the rear hole itself, having to diddle her finger around and around before she was able to gain even the slightest entrance. Finally, she succeeded in getting it in Magda's ass, right up to the second joint.
While she engaged herself on an exciting anus frigging (exciting for both of them!), Magda was starting to flick her with the outsized dildo. The girl held it steady with one hand and, grinding her hips in a very fair imitation of the male animal, drove the fucking machine in and out of Eva's totally blocked cunt.
The hard shaft with the rubber-tipped 11ead was thrust in and out of the girl's tormented cunt. It sent pulses of breathtaking ecstasy through her body, making Eva shudder violently from head to toe.
She searched with her lips for Magda's mouth again, darting her tongue feverishly against the girl's in a lesbian kiss of unashamed passion. Magda could feel her mistress getting nearer and nearer to her orgasm. The girl was quivering with a complete lack of control; straining her tits against Magda's breasts in an absolute frenzy: her fingernails tearing at the flesh of her maid's ass.
Magda had her hand trapped between her own breast and Eva's. She was pinching the woman's minute nipples as if trying in vain to get them to grow thicker and longer. She could feel her own nipples pressing hotly against the back of her fingers, fiery and thick and full of red juice.
Magda fumbled with her fingers at the base of the dildo, adjusting the mechanism which would send a warm stream of lotion jetting from the hole at its crown. She waited until Eva seemed to be on the very brink of her climax, then released her passions.
Eva, as her body went absolutely rigid and she started to climax, felt a sudden gush of hot fluid course mightily up the channel of her cunt and into her vagina. She tore her mouth from Magda's and sank her teeth into the flesh of the girl's shoulder.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, the words babbling out of her mouth in a jumbled-up torrent. "Ah, Magda, Magda. Oh, your cock is shooting into me! I can feel all your lovely come-all of it! Can you feel me coming, darling? Can you? Oh, more! Give me morel Please ... oh, darling, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Magda felt her powerful orgasm as Eva's nude body pressed more tightly than ever into hers. The girl tightened her forefinger and thumb around both their nipples, managing to squeeze the two buds at the same time, and let the tickling sensation which had been welling up in her pussy explode!
Wildly, the girls shook their bodies together, urging their naked flesh against one another until neither of them could be sure where their breasts and tummies ended and the other girl's began. Magda's ass was a seething hole of finger-fucked fire, Eva's finger having slid the rest of the way in during their wild contortions.
Following several long minutes of recuperation Magda eased the massive shaft out of her mistress's cunt. Eva yelped painfully as the hard sides slithered against the sore red walls. Without the excitement of an approaching orgasm, the dildo felt much too hurtful to be enjoyed.
They kissed again, this time a gentle, dreamy meeting of lips which was their way of saying "thanks" to each other for the pleasure they'd received.
Then Eva firmly disengaged her body from Magda's. "Come along, my pet," she said briskly. "We've got a lot of packing to do if we're going to catch that plane in the morning," She pressed Magda's hand in an affectionate squeeze. "Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to be alone together in France. Much more time than we've had here, in fact!"
She began to sort out her clothes from the wardrobe, and Magda folded them and neatly packed them in a large trunk. While she was packing, Eva's thoughts were straying irresistibly to the prospect of enjoying the company of girls other than Magda! It wasn't that she found her maid wanting in any respect. Far from it! But Eva was by nature a promiscuous girl. She wanted to broaden her experience as much as possible, and she was very confident that among the international crowd at the Riviera she would find members of her own sex who were only too eager to enjoy the pleasures she could offer to them.
The brilliant girl scientist hummed under her breath as she savored the prospect. It might also be possible the thought struck her, to form a threesome with Magda! That could lead to all sorts of interesting varieties of lovemaking!
It was such a wonderful feeling for Eva to know that she would soon be away from the confinements and restraints of both her work and Communist politics. They could dance, take long walks along the beach. There would be so much time for pure pleasure, with Magda, and with others. The spirit of conquest and adventure filled Eva completely.
She had no inkling of the conspiracies that existed around her, no idea really of what a tremendously valuable person she was to the Communist cause. Her work was at the stage where the chemists and engineers would need at least three weeks testing time before they would have to consult her about the final refinements.
Nothing in the world worried Eva ... at this moment.
CHAPTER SIX
Maria Marshall alighted from her cab in front of one of the many unmarked government buildings in the area of the Federal Triangle near L'Enfant Plaza. Many of these new buildings contained spillover offices from some of the big departments and many of the smaller agencies. But the one Maria entered was unmarked for an entirely different reason, and the guard at the door was no routine building guard, but a highly paid agent of Western Intelligence.
She had left her luggage at Dulles, hoping that her trip would be a short one, and then it would be back to her paradise island on the Riviera ... and Sandra. Today, it was warm in Washington, and Maria wore a thin, stretch-nylon dress without stockings.
Once inside the building, she had to show the guard three sets of credentials, sign her name, have a thumbprint taken and whisked through a computer for an "okay." After that, she boarded the elevator and pressed the button for the next to the top floor of the well-guarded building. In the corner of the elevator, at the ceiling, there was a small black object. It was actually the lens of a television camera. Somewhere in the depths of the huge building, her every move was being monitored on a TV screen.
Finally, she was ushered into the carpeted office of her boss, a man known to her only as "Beta." He was a balding man of fifty to fifty-five, she guessed, and from things he had mentioned, she assumed that he had been thoroughly broken in to intelligence work during World War II as an attach� at the U.S. Embassy in neutral Switzerland.
"Beta" stood up politely as Maria entered his office and waited until she had taken her seat opposite his desk before sitting back down.
"My apologies for interrupting your holiday, Miss Marshall," he said. And the girl thought she could detect genuine regret in his voice. "However, as things have turned out, I don't think you'll be kept too long from your vacation.
"'As a matter of fact," he continued, "I've arranged for you to return this afternoon!" He passed an airline ticket across the desk and Maria took it, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Well, forgive me for saying so, but wasn't it rather a waste of time to bring me all the way back here for a briefing? Surely you could have sent me a coded cable if the job I've got to do is in France? At least," she said after a pause. "I assume that's what you have in mind. There's certainly not going to be much time to do any work here."
"Beta" got his cigar going and blew a thick cloud of vile-smelling smoke past her head before replying. "No," he told her. "First of all, we couldn't run even the smallest risk of a communication being intercepted. The job is far too important. Secondly, you will start the assignment on the plane in Paris.
"Let me put you in the picture: I assume you know that a certain Miss Eva Harnecz is one of the East's leading woman scientists?" Maria nodded.
"But what you probably don't know ... that nobody knew until this morning, when I received our Budapest agent's report-is that she's almost perfected an RPM-a radar-proof guidance missile!"
Maria leaned forward in her chair, amazement on her face. "That's incredible!" she breathed. "I always thought such a thing was scientifically impossible! Are you sure it's not just a piece of propaganda the Communists have allowed to filter out?"
"Beta" shrugged, lifting his hands in a gesture of uncertainty. "We can't say. It s a possibility, he admitted. "But, naturally, we can't afford to take chances. If she is on the brink of devising such a devastating invention the Communist will, quite literally, be able to strike anywhere without warning.
"I don't have to remind you, he went on. That everything we say in this room is "A-crypto" and confidential. However, what I'm about to tell you now is the most private and not-to-be-revealed information you've ever heard. I thought I should make that absolutely clear.
"Now somehow or other, and in spite of the danger that she'll be exposed to, Miss Harnecz has persuaded her superiors to allow her to take a vacation in Western Europe!" He sniffed as if the vagaries of the Communist Integrated Intelligence filled him with disdain.
"She'll be heavily guarded, of course, and watched every second. However, we want you to do your utmost to get to know her and try to convince her that she should defect to our side!"
Maria's mouth opened wide. She could scarcely believe her ears. "But this is a job for a man?" she protested. "Not because of the danger involved, she added quickly. "You know that I'm capable of looking after myself In a tight spot as well as any male!.
"To persuade her to defect means only one thing. You'd have to get her to fall in love with one of our agents. How can I ..."
Maria broke off in mid-sentence, feeling her cheeks coloring as "Beta" nodded slightly, his eyes mischievous. "I see!" she finished softly. "You think I could succeed in that department better than a man because ..."
"All right. I won't be coy about it! We both know that I enjoy going to bed with girls! But is Eva really a lesbian? Are you absolutely sure?"
"Absolutely!" the man told her. "Our most notorious Lothario has done his damndest to make her fall for him. And he had no luck at all! Our only hope is to try someone who will appeal to her, ah, forgive me, my dear-her somewhat sophisticated tastes! I can't think of anyone more attractive and more appealing than you."
"Anything for the free world," Maria murmured to herself. "All in the line of duty, I suppose." To "Beta" she said: "Woul4n't it be easier and more likely of success to simply kidnap her, though? This seems a roundabout way of trapping her."
"Beta" shook his head. "No," he told her. "We need to find out if the report is true first of all. If it turns out to be only propaganda, we can forget the whole thing. On the other hand, if-as I'm inclined to suspect-Miss Harnecz has broken through a tremendous scientific barrier, we want her to work for us. She'll hardly do that if we kidnap her.
"Our prestige and importance in the eyes of the world will be increased a thousand fold if we can persuade her to defect. So you see, my dear, how very important this mission is. I'm asking a great deal of you, I know. But it's a long-shot we've got to take. If it comes off, if you succeed in making Eva fall desperately in love with you (and I leave all the details to you, of course!) it ought to be a fairly easy matter, to play on the girl's loyalty and get her to come to our side.
Maria still felt bewildered. It was the first time the Department had made use of her particular sexual desires and the calm, unemotional way in which "Beta" was telling her to use the expertise of her lesbian inclinations was frightening.
He wanted her to deliberately seduce this girl, do everything in her power to make Eva love her so much that she'd even act the traitor to please her and to be with her.
Maria shuddered inwardly at the cold bloodedness of the plot. And she realized, not for the first time, how completely the machinations of espionage overlooked and discounted the feelings of its servants. "Will I be working on my own?" she asked "Beta". "Or are you planning to send some strong-arm boys over to help me out?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I've arranged for an old friend of yours to meet you in Paris. He'll have to keep out of sight of Eva though, because only two days ago he was doing his best to seduce her himself!"
Maria looked pleased. "If it's the man I think you mean, I couldn't be happier," she smiled. "Is it Don Cabot."
"Correct!" he replied. "He'll stay close to you, but rye warned him to keep in the background. The Communists will be particularly interested in meeting up with him. He killed Tzerny, their chief man in Hungary. He's being smuggled out of there this morning on a private charter flight to France.
"Oh, incidentally, you'll be taking along a girl named Erica Sondgaard ... Danish. She was with Don in Budapest, more as a messenger than anything else. She'll be acting in the same capacity for you. Anything you feel you can't put into a cable or phone through Erica will deliver personally to me.
"What about 'Alfa'?" Maria asked. "Isn't he involved in this, too? Since Don usually works under him I would have thought ... "
"Beta" tapped his pipe against the side of his desk. "It's been decided that the full responsibility for this little exercise should fall on my shoulders, he replied.
The man dropped the cigar into an ashtray, signaling that the interview was over. Maria got to her feet. She felt that there were still dozens of questions she wanted to ask him, but time was growing short.
"We've had word that Eva will be flying to the Riviera via Paris," he added as she turned to go. "Rather a convenient timetable, isn't it? You'll be able to bump into her right away ... on the flight from Paris to the Riviera."
Maria turned to make an acid retort to this bit of baiting, but "Beta" was already absorbed in a bulky file, his eyes moving rapidly over the pages as if he had already dismissed her from his mind, She let the door slam behind her, a weak gesture of defiance she knew, but she felt she had to do something to show her disgust.
The Air France jet broke through the heavy dark clouds which hung over Paris' Orly Airport and straightened out from its climb. Just over two hours flying time away it would be coming in to land at the Riviera at about six in the evening.
Maria and Erica sat together in the first class section, talking in low voices. They had met each other just before take-off and Maria had been pleasantly surprised by the youth and attractiveness of her fellow-traveler. Erica was quite low in rank compared to herself, but Maria could tell after a few minutes' conversation with the girl that she possessed considerable potential. Both in terms of intelligence and sex appeal.
She found herself wishing momentarily that it was Erica she had to seduce. That would have been a most enjoyable task, Maria reflected; taking a quick look at her companion's extremely well-filled dress and noting the interesting pout of her lips.
So far, Maria had only caught a few brief glimpses of the woman scientist as they boarded the aircraft. Eva Harnecz was sitting two rows in front of them, accompanied by another Hungarian girl who seemed to be her maid. Two thickset men sat on the aisle opposite them and their eyes were constantly turned to Eva, betraying without a shadow of doubt their function as her bodyguards.
Maria waited until Eva got up to visit the wc, then gave her a few minutes grace before moving as casually as possible down the aisle after her. She could feel the eyes of the two Communist agents boring into her back and couldn't resist the temptation to sway her buttocks seductively as she sauntered away from them.
Curtains hung between the restroom section and the seat compartment and Eva made sure that they were closed after she'd passed through them.
She stood outside the toilet marked "engaged" until Eva opened the door, then smiled as sweetly as she could at the girl. To her surprise, Eva-in the flesh-was a total contrast to her photographs. She had an extremely beautiful face and figure, vivacious eyes and full red lips that seemed to invite a kiss.
Maria said, "Excuse me, I'm afraid rye left an earring in there-you didn't happen to see it by any chance, did you?"
"No, I don't think so," Eva replied. Her English was excellent-only the merest trace of a Hungarian accent. Maria noticed that the girl's eyes were meeting hers with a frank, openly appraising gleam in them. Her tongue licked slowly over her upper lip, leaving a moist film on the red flesh.
"Oh dear!" Maria exclaimed. "I do hope it isn't lost. It was a present from a very dear friend of mine. A very special girl friend," she added, letting a very slight emphasis fall upon the last three words. An emphasis which would certainly have been completely lost on anyone unversed in lesbian affairs.
Maria saw instantly that Eva's eyes lifted in sympathetic understanding at the phrase. An unspoken alliance had been formed between the two girls; a silent, almost subliminal bond of recognition.
Eva had been put very much on her guard when she saw the American girl waiting outside the toilet. Then, studying her more closely, she felt convinced that she was simply an ordinary (though extremely beautiful!) tourist-certainly nothing to do with Western Intelligence. A slight prickling sensation was running up and down her spine as she stood so close to Maria. The statuesque beauty of the blonde girl was strangely compelling. She sensed an almost tangible flow of rapport between them.
"Please," she said, and it seemed to her that her voice was trembling, so magnetic was the force of the girl's personality. "Let me help you to look for it. Come."
Eva turned back into the toilet and Maria squeezed into the tiny room with her. Their bodies were inevitably brushing together as the girls hunted for the fictitious earring. Eva bent down to search behind the bowl of the lavatory and Maria's silken thigh-her mini-skirt hem revealing seven inches of lovely leg above the knee-was breathtakingly close to her face.
The plane swayed and she could scarcely avoid her cheek coming into fleshy contact with the girl's thigh, and feeling the taut nylon she loved so passionately, Eva instinctively rubbed her face against Maria's stocking. She felt the girl's leg writhe briefly, but couldn't be sure whether this was due to the movement of the aircraft or not.
Flushed and aroused, Eva got to her feet again. Her companion swayed slightly towards her (and again, Eva found it impossible to know if the action was accidental or not). She put her hands out to steady the girl, and her fingers pressed into the sleek swell of her hips, feeling through the thin material of Maria's skirt her curved and fleshy hip.
Lifting her eyes up to the girl's face, Eva saw with a start that she was about to cry. Tears had welled up in the bright eyes, and Maria's lower lip was trembling prettily.
"It's lost-I know it's lost!" she sobbed. "Ill never find it again! Oh, it meant so much to me!" Suddenly, she buried her head on Eva's shoulder and her body shook violently. Eva put her arms more tightly around the girl, drawing her into an embrace and letting their breasts press firmly together.
"There, there'" she soothed, stroking Maria and murmuring the words tenderly into her ear. "Please don't upset yourself. I'm sure your girl friend wouldn't want you to do that'" Eva rested Maria's tear-stained cheek against her own. "Come try to console yourself."
The woman was holding 'the weeping girl very close to her body, planting her feet firmly astride against the movement of the plane. Maria's hands came up slowly around her back and gradually tightened at her spine, the strong fingers pressing into Eva as the girl cuddled tearfully into her body.
"Don't cry now," Eva whispered. "Let me brush the tears away for you." She touched the tips of her fingers to Maria's cheeks and softly wiped them dry. Maria's body was shaking against hers and Eva could feel the extreme prominence of the girl's breasts against her own, thrusting and pushing as Maria continued to sob wildly.
Softly, Eva began to caress her face, running her fingers tenderly over Maria's cheeks, then down to the supple whiteness of the girl's neck.
Before she quite realized what she was doing, Eva then brushed her lips slowly against Maria's, merging them sweetly in the beginning of a voluptuous kiss. She could feel herself drifting quickly into a delicious, blissful warmth; sliding helplessly towards the intimacy of an open-mouthed French kiss, knowing only that she had to enjoy the girl's wonderful beauty, no matter what repulsion she might receive when her tears had been shed and she returned to her senses.
Maria was secretly staggered by the immediacy of Eva's reaction to her play-acting. She had not realized how terribly eager the girl was for petting and loving. How desperately she needed someone of her own sex to caress and fondle.
And Eva, though fearing that she might be making a terrible mistake in being so bold; dreading that the girl, after all, was merely unhappy at the loss of a sentimental possession, hoped against hope that her affection would be returned.
Boldly, the Hungarian pressed her mouth more and more insistently against the American girl's. She felt the wet and intoxicating lips begin to reciprocate the kiss, pushing with an equal, if not stronger urgency into her own. They were breathing heavily and passionately into each other's mouths; the very tips of their tongues meeting in a tentative, trembling caress.
The girls pressed their bodies wildly together. Their crotches were starting to grow hot and moist with desire, their hard pubic mounds thrusting through their protection of panties and dresses with mounting excitement.
Neither girl wanted the kiss to end. Eva, because it would mean that she would have to confront the girl in her arms, with the possibility that she would be angry at the advantage and liberty which Eva had taken with her; Maria because she knew that the longer and more prolonged the kiss became, the more likely it was that Eva would want to have an affair with her.
So their lesbian kissing went on and on, Maria being the first to begin to explore her partner's buttocks, though Eva's hands had now strayed to the very base of her spine (as if itching to slide down the remaining inch or so and fondle the rich, full globes of Maria's ass.
She cupped the Communist girl's fleshy orbs, lifting them gently up in her open hands and starting to give them a bold and stimulating massage. They felt wonderfully soft and pliable, more sleek and sexy to her touch than any others she could recall. Maria began to squeeze the cheeks firmly, making her fingers sink deeply into the giving softness and moving Eva's curvy cheeks round and round.
Seconds later, the girl scientist was doing the same thing to her own buttocks. Encouraged by Maria's uninhibited feeling, Eva imitated her action gladly; rubbing into the gorgeous fleshiness of the girl's ass with probing, clever fingers, and taking the initiative by being the first to push her finger into the long cleft which divided the round cheeks.
Eva could feel the well-defined ridge of Maria's panties, which only succeeded in .covering a third of the girl's abundant buttocks. They were so thin and sheer, so silky!
Through the material of the dress Eva could clearly make out their texture. Her itching fingers longed to hitch up the girl's dress and feel without any hindrance whatsoever at the tingling nylon surface of the panties.
A sharp double-knock on the door made both girls twist their mouths away suddenly! They stared wild-eyed at each other and Eva swallowed nervously!
"We'd ... we'd better go back to our seats," she gulped. "But, please, please let me see you again! Quick! Which hotel are you staying at in Nice? I'll come to you tonight. Please don't say no." Her eyes were imploring, begging Maria not to refuse her.
"I'm at the Beau-Rivage," Maria told her swiftly. My name's Maria Marshall." She kissed Eva quickly on her mouth again, just as another knock-even more insistent than the first-sounded outside. "I like you so much!" she whispered. "Tell me your name."
Eva's eyes were hot and misty as she softly breathed her reply, speaking distinctly but in a hushed voice into Maria's ear. "Say nothing about meeting me," she urged. "There are two men with me on the plane and it's very important that they don't see me talking to you. I'll explain later. Please. Let me go out first and stay hidden behind the door. Wait a few minutes before returning to our seat."
They kissed each other quickly on the lips, then Eva opened the door, went out, and closed it quickly. Maria listened with her ear to the door. It had obviously been one of the bodyguards knocking, wondering why Eva had stayed in the restroom so long. But they exchanged only a few words, and then there was silence.
Maria saw that her hands were sweaty and slightly soiled, so she decided to remain long enough to wash them. She then suddenly realized how very excited she was about Eva. She wondered if the suspicious bodyguards would or could be persuaded or fooled into letting her out that night. But as she dried her hands, she shook her head dejectedly. Why did it have to be business? Eva Harnecz was the kind of girl Maria would love to meet as a personal and loving friend.
Opening the door casually and moving out into the curtained areaway, Maria found herself suddenly slammed against the wall by a heavy-set man in a lumpy suit! Without saying a word, he brutally pushed her back into the small lavatory room and locked the door!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The man stood over her after pushing Maria to the floor. He glared down at her and spit in her face in a show of absolute contempt, his face snarling as he said, "Woman! Bah! Get up! Stand up!"
Maria, supporting herself along the wall, strained and pushed herself up until she was standing again. She was not really physically afraid of the man, but he had gained the drop on her. He held a big pistol in his hand and, regardless of their being in an airplane full of passengers and maybe even a sky-marshal, she knew he would use it if he had to. However, she decided to take an offended and slightly aggressive approach in dealing with him.
"What the hell do you mean by this?" she demanded. "If you don't get out instantly I'll ring for the stewardess. This is an outrage!"
"The girl who was in here with you," he said, his voice guttural and deep with menace. "What were you talking about? What do you want with her?"
Maria narrowed her own eyes. "That's none of your damned business!" she told him. "How dare you spy on us? Get out of my way-I'm going to report this to ..."
Brutally, he seized her wrist and twisted it sharply; spinning her around and jerking it up until her fingers were almost touching .the nape of her neck. She felt his breath hissing into her hair, his hard and muscular body against hers. A wave of nausea passed through her.
"Listen to me!" he said tersely. "The girl you were speaking to is very important. You do not communicate with her again! You understand?"
As quietly as possible, Maria was raising her left foot. He was standing so close to her that she felt sure he must feel her weight shifting. But apparently he didn't expect her to retaliate. He gave her wrist another vicious turn. Maria gritted her teeth against the pain.
Then she brought her stiletto heel down as hard as she could on his instep, grinding the sharp point into the soft flesh above his shoe laces.
He screamed in agony, the noise filling the tiny room. Automatically, his hand released her wrist and went down to his injured foot. Expertly, the girl swung round, smashing her bent knee below into his face.
The big man fell heavily to the floor, crashing sideways into the lavatory bowl. Maria seized his neck and lifted his head bodily into the toilet bow then brought the seat cracking down on the back of his skull. She stepped in front of the mirror and calmly made her face up; adjusted her disheveled clothing, and went out shutting the door gently behind her.
"When she walked back down the aisle to her seat, she saw the second man watching her with startled eyes. Maria gave him a sexy smile as she went past, enjoying the look of bewilderment on his face. Deliberately, she ignored Eva. It was probably better to keep the girl in suspense for the time being as to her feelings at being intimidated by the "bodyguard".
She took her seat next to Erica, knowing that their bodies and faces were well-hidden by the high-backed armchair type chairs.
"That was a long time!" Erica whispered. "What happened? Did. you have any luck with her? I saw one of the men get up and bang on the door: then he went into one of the toilets. It wasn't the one you were in, was it?" The girl looked rather concerned, Maria noticed with a renewed interest in her companion.
"Everything's under control," she reassured Erica, patting her lightly on one nylon-clad knee. "Haven't you heard? I can take very good care of myself!" She gave the girl a friendly, affectionate smile.
And then, Maria realized, I'm absolutely surrounded by beautiful and available women! Erica looked as if she wouldn't require too much gentle persuasion to submit to a little lesbian love-making. The girl was regarding her with a light in her eyes that was akin to hero-worship. She had evidently realized that Maria had quite a reputation for dealing with thugs. And when the curtains swished back and the bodyguard emerged, his mopping-up operations not altogether successful, judging by the thin trickle of blood at his mouth and the way he was holding his head, Erica's eyes popped with admiration.
Maria lit two cigarettes and placed one delicately between the girl's lips. Yes, definitely Erica, she mentally counted. And, of course, darling Sandra-waiting patiently for her on the island hideaway.
And most important of all, Eva. She must save most of her energy and inspiration for the very beautiful Hungarian, Maria reminded herself.
What about the girl with Eva, the one who looked as if she was her maid? Maria felt reasonably convinced that, knowing Eva's true nature, her traveling companion wasn't there solely to help her dress and undress. Their relationship was almost certainly deeper and more intimate than that, she felt sure. Her mind began to conjure up all sorts of interesting and sexy combinations.
First, though, it was imperative that she make absolutely sure of Eva. Business and pleasure before pleasure only, Maria chuckled. And it looked as if the seduction of Eva Harnecz was going to prove more pleasurable than all her other assignments put together!
At 11 p.m., Maria stood in front of the bedroom mirror, checking her appearance for the last time. She wore a close-fitting, yellow chiffon negligee; the thin, silky gauze clinging like a second skin to her otherwise naked body. She turned, presenting her profile to the mirror. The upright melons of her breasts pressed boldly underneath their solitary garment, the ripe thrust of her nipples clearly visible.
Maria had taken great pains to insure that she was looking her loveliest. She had spent a leisurely hour in the bath, sprayed her body liberally with an expensive perfume, made up her face so that her particularly full and luscious lips were shown off to perfection, and then donned the sheer, scanty negligee.
The warm night air wafted sweetly into the room and filled it with the smell of light sea breezes. Maria switched off all the lights except for a pink-bulbed table lamp and walked out onto the balcony.
From the ninth floor, she could see out over the street and beach to the Mediterranean's horizon. Below her, the girl could see an inspiring panorama of lights and fast-moving traffic, as the tourists and locals alike made toward the late closing bars and restaurants.
The curtains billowed gently as Maria went back to the bed and let herself fall onto the well-sprung mattress, her negligee creeping carelessly above her knees. She put her bands behind her neck, fingers interlocking, causing the prominent balls of her breasts to move in a sexy jiggle. She looked down at them proudly, the nipples made stiff by the friction of the nylon against them. And then there came a faint but insistent rapping at the door.
Quickly, Maria swung her legs off the bed and crossed to it. She opened the door and Eva sidled quickly into the room, breathing heavily and obviously in a state of exhaustion after a tiring run.
Maria turned the key in the lock and helped the panting girl to a chair, sitting on the arm and leaning over her solicitously. "Did you have trouble getting away?" she asked Eva. "What happened? You look terribly out of breath."
Eva waited until she could speak without panting. "It was the men on the plane," she told Maria. "They're supposed to be my bodyguards and they follow me around everywhere I go. But I think I've managed to shake them off. I led them quite a chase. We covered the best part of Nice, I should think!"
Eva let her head fall back against the cushion. The Hungarian girl was wearing an evening gown which fell away from her shoulders in a revealing way, exposing a generous amount of her big breasts. It was satin fronted, coming down modestly to her sides and a deep blue in color. The rise and fall of her bosom alternately widened and closed the cleavage between her breasts, and Maria's eyes were drawn hypnotically to this intriguing, exciting spectacle.
"I'm supposed to be quite a valuable person in my country, you see," Eva went on, not without a certain tone of pride in her voice. "It's all very secret and hush-hush so I can't tell you anything about my work. But I'm hardly ever given more than a few minutes to myself! It's very trying at times!"
Maria nodded sympathetically. "There's no need for us to talk now, is there?" she asked meaningfully. "We can get to know each other later. Can't we begin this evening where we left off in the plane? I've been longing for you so much."
As she was speaking, Maria's hands had stolen slowly around Eva's neck. She inclined her face nearer and nearer to the Hungarian girl, at the same time drawing Eva's head forward, her fingers pressing firmly and insistently into the silky black hair. In dreamy slow-motion, the two girls began to kiss; their mouths coming meltingly together and merging in a sweet, infinitely prolonged tongue orgy.
Eva made room on the wide chair for Maria to slip down into the cushions beside her. Then, their bodies pressing tightly and warmly together, they started to pet and fondle: Eva's hands sliding around the American girl's waist and moving voluptuously over the dearly-craved silk of Maria's revealing negligee.
Marie kept her hands on Eva's hair, stroking the beautiful How and running her fingers down to the girl's neck, from time to time passing them under Eva's ear and feeling her squirm deliciously at the erotic touch.
"Please ... " Eva gasped, breathing heavily. "Let's go to' bed. I can't stand not being able to touch you more freely and comfortably!"
Very willingly, Maria helped her to climb out of the chair. Then the girls walked, arms possessively around each other's waists, to the bed. Eva fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Here let me help you do that!" Marla said. She drew the zipper slowly all the way down the girl's back. It extended right to Eva's buttocks, and Maria's eyes drank in the sexy cheeks greedily. They were covered only by a pair of totally inefficient black panties, so tiny that they had inadvertently been drawn tightly into the girl's ass-crease, leaving the cheeks themselves completely bare.
Maria helped her to pull her arms out of the sleeves, then stepped back slightly to watch the gown rustle excitingly to the floor. Eva turned slowly, coming around to face the American girl and pose for her.
Eva had on the wispiest bra Maria had ever seen. A mere froth of black nylon that had no webbing, no supports whatsoever; just a tautly stretched piece of gauze which cradled the girl's bulging breasts and left the globes free to sway and shimmy as she moved.
Flesh-colored stockings came right up to her crotch, the clips of her garter belt digging far more tightly than was strictly necessary into' her thighs. Eva stood with her hands loosely at her sides, allowing Maria to run her eyes as slowly and deliberately over her semi-nudity for as long as she wanted.
Maria had to keep swallowing; the sight of Eva's sexy body was quite literally breath-taking. And she began to pant as she realized that in a very few moments her hands would be roaming with complete freedom over the girl's gorgeous charms. She could feel her own nipples growing harder, thrusting into the sheer negligee and making it form two large bumps on top of her breasts. Eva's eyes, too, were roving greedily over Maria's body, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
They delayed the actual physical contact for as bug as possible; both wanting to savor the visual delights which confronted them before going on to the infinitely more pleasurable sensations of actually touching and fondling the smooth, creamy female flesh of each other's bodies.
Finally, with a helpless moan of desire, Eva half fell forward into Maria's arms. The girl caught her up, gripping her tightly around her waist, fingers sinking deliciously into the bare, warm skin. Once more, their breasts met and pressed firmly together. Both Maria and Eva rubbed themselves cat-like against one another to make their titties brush and push in sexy communion.
Eva's hands slid beautifully onto Maria's buttocks, fondling the barely covered globes with a deep, sensual massage of her slender fingers. Passionately, their lips met again, kissing urgently and moistly, lips parted to enable their tongues to twine in a daringly thorough penetration.
Locked in embrace, the two girls fell sideways onto the bed, not losing for a single moment their lascivious mouth-contact. Gradually, as they lay with breasts and bellies pushing and pulsing, Maria felt her negligee being slowly pulled up. Eva was continuing to knead and fondle her buttocks, but the fingers of one hand were pulling the nylon over Maria's thighs; until the long and very shapely legs were completely bared.
For a brief moment, Maria drew back from the embrace, allowing Eva time to quickly jerk the negligee right up in front, exposing her hard-mounded cunt and the supple skin of her tummy.
She moved back against her lesbian girlfriend, feeling Eva's hands on her naked ass, rubbing and lifting the heavy orbs with an even greater passion, her sweet breath panting into Maria's mouth as she thrilled to the bare and supple flesh of the girl's buttocks.
Maria herself had turned her attention to Eva's intriguingly silken thighs. She stroked the unusually long stockings, beginning to feel something of Eva's unusual delight in the close-fitting, tautly pulled-up nylons. Her fingers moved on the sheer, sensual material, rubbing firmly with both hands on the backs of Eva's legs. They stroked on to the large clasps which kept the stockings in their tightly drawn position and pushed them into the softness of the girl's thigh.
There was scarcely an inch of bare flesh exposed, since Eva's stockings covered as much skin as possible. The swell of her buttocks almost came down to the girl's stocking-tops, so high were they pulled. Maria was able to keep her fingers on the long stockings and, at the same time, touch the bottom of Eva's ass-cheeks with her thumbs.
She felt the ripe balls yield under the prodding of her long-nailed thumbs, the flesh wobbling slightly as she gave it an exploratory push with the very tips of her digits. Then, giving in to her burning desire, Maria rather reluctantly released Eva's thighs and raised all her fingers to the shapely ass.
She treated them to the same thorough and deliberate exploration which Eva was giving to her own bottom, running her hands over and over the cheeks of flesh and letting her fingers raise and pinch generous folds of the smooth skin with an ever-increasing fierceness.
The girls took pains to keep the muscles of their asses as loose and untensed as possible, letting the other girl enjoy to the full the freedom of caressing and fondling at the richly curved globes.
With an audible wet smacking sound, their lips drew back at last. Their eyes met in blissful pleasure and Eva felt an ecstatic merging of her soul with Maria s as she looked deeply into the depths of the girl's slumberous and sexy eyes. Not ceasing their steady, unashamed feeling of each other's buttocks the girls gazed longingly at one another.
Softly, Eva murmured, the words coming with a heart-stopping intensity of feeling: "I love you, Maria! With all my heart, I love you!"
Maria felt herself trembling with an unfamiliar tremulous emotion. She looked searchingly into Eve's beautiful brown eyes, realizing that she was falling helplessly into the whirlpool which spun in each of the girl's pupils. Like a mystical force the ineffable mystery of Eva's soul seemed to reach out magnetically to her and draw her invincibly downward, plunging her into a oneness with the incredibly lovely girl.
For the first time in her life she was falling hopelessly in love. Never before had she known such a blissful, ecstatic emotion towards another human being. Maria could scarcely speak, her voice seeming to belong to someone other than the girl she had always known.
"I love you too'" she whispered. "Oh, I love you, Eva' The moments seemed to stretch into hours as they drank deeply of their suddenly realized feelings towards each other. "I love you" Maria repeated. "Oh, how I love you'"
Their lips drew closer again, this time brushing very lightly together before meeting fully in a timeless kiss that was even more thrilling than their others. Forgetting that this "seduction" was supposed to be part of her work, Maria gave herself to the strange and adorable woman without reservation. She gave not merely her body, but her entire self, feeling her whole being respond to Eva's indefinable aura of intense sexuality and idealistic love.
The girls began to writhe more and more insistently together. They thrust their itching and hotly aroused crotches against each other, Maria's bared cunt driving furiously in a side-to-side movement on Eva's.
Slow down, a warning voice told Maria. Don't rush this wonderful petting! It's more important than anything you've ever done that you give Eva the most beautiful caresses she's ever known,
Maria controlled herself with a tremendous effort, forcing her urgently demanding lust to quieten a little. Then, ignoring the fierce hammering of her heart, Maria moved herself slightly away from the other girl, letting her hands slip onto Eva's thighs and hold her at arm's length. Eva looked momentarily worried by this sudden withdrawal, but Maria quickly gave her to understand that this was only the preliminary to a more searching and thorough exploration of her body.
Firmly but gently Marla urged Eva to He on her back on the bed, She made the girl take her hands from her own body, then began to caress Eva from her smoothly rounded shoulders downwards.
Maria's hands tingled as she pressed them into the wonderful skin; fingers moving with slow deliberation over Eva's nude white flesh until they were touching the upper slopes of the girl's half-concealed breasts. Maria took her time about reaching the rising and falling globes, making her fingers dawdle deliciously over Eva's chest before finally allowing them to close over the girl's superb bosom.
She manipulated her hands under the loose bra cups, feeling the sweet warmth of the twin spheres on her fingers. The brassiere was easily pulled over the orbs and Maria drew the flimsy, filmy nylon off Eva's snowy curves with the slowest possible movement, baring the so-tiny areolas of the girl's nipples.
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise as she studied the surprisingly petite buds. Although they were evidently at full erection, they were still only barely discernible, contrasting strangely with the rich, ripe swelling of Eva's breasts.
Marie took only a moment to unclasp the wispy brassiere and leave the upper portion of Eva's body completely naked. Her hands then resumed their caressing of the girl's bosom, now sinking fully into the soft and pliable globes, lifting the generous curves up and rubbing the flesh with loving, penetrating fingers.
Bent over Eva, her shoulder-length golden hair cascaded silkily onto the girl's nudity. The fascination of the Hungarian girl's tiny nipples was very strong; and Maria started to brush her fingers across them, feeling the sweet little buttons perk very slightly at her touch.
Eva's body began to move sensuously on the bed, the girl's shoulders twisting in delicious pleasure as she felt Maria's hands kneading and twisting her breasts. Looking down, she could see-through the opening of the girl's negligee as she bent forward the full outline of Maria's titties, with their enormous nipples bobbing gently as she moved her arms in the breast-massage.
Eva raised her right hand softly, bringing her fingers into contact .With the dangling melons. A slow tightening of her upraised digits and her hand closed firmly over one of Marla's breasts, squeezing it tightly through the sheerness of her negligee.
Eva loved this even better than the feel of a totally nude breast. The thin covering of silky material around the otherwise naked titty gave her an added perhaps fetish-type pleasure. She began to "milk" the breast which lay heavily in her hand; pulling it downward and letting her fingers slide off the pointy nipple, and then repeating the caress.
When Maria's mouth at long last carne into wet contact with her own nipple. Eva started to close her forefinger and thumb as firmly as possible around the thick and vibrant bud. She flattened the meaty cherry as much as she could, feeling her fingers almost meet ... then slowly released it again, only to tighten her grasp on the nipple even more securely and repeat the action.
Uncaring about anything save the wonderful pleasure of fondling and sucking (respectively) at each other's nipples. Eva and Maria spent more than a quarter of an hour on this mode of caress alone. They were perfectly content to remain in their present position, scarcely moving, leisurely inspecting and rubbing at their breasts and nipples.
Finally Maria's fingers became excited by the possibility of exploring a more intimate territory of Eva's body. They left the girl's breast in the safe keeping other busily chewing lips and stroked persuasively down Eva's midriff until they reached the girl's tightly fastened garter belt.
There, they stole softly over the flesh-hugging undergarment and began to pet the yielding skin of the Hungarian's belly. Her panties left this area completely nude, stretching tightly across Eva's public bulge and even allowing a few wisps of the girl's silky sex-hair to escape their firm sheathing.
Maria's fingers glided gently across the satin surface, slipping onto the hard mound itself and beginning to fondle the sensitive spot, working the very tips, of her fingers delicately aver the sexy thrust of Eva's cunt-bulge. She felt them give suddenly, as if the girl's pussy had abruptly decided to permit an entrance.
Keeping a large piece of breast firmly in her mouth (and running her tongue over and over the minute nipple bud), Maria pushed one finger deliberately into Eva's cunt, farcing the material of the girl's panties to proceed her.
When she felt her nylon briefs sinking into her vulva, Eva entered immediately into the second stage of her desire, a kind of swoony delirium where she scarcely knew what was happening to her or what she was doing to her partner. Reaching down with her other hand, the girl scientist grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged them upwards as hard as she could, making the scanty briefs stretch into a narrow strip of material which slid recklessly over the lips of her sex, pushing them out into the open on either side of her pubic bulge.
Maria's finger worked itself deeper and deeper into the actual hale; until the piece of nylon which she was thrusting inwards, snapped out of the way and left her finger free to penetrate all the way without hindrance.
Sensing the center of Eva's panties rubbing against her frigging finger, Maria warmed her away into the heart of the other girl's cunt. The juicy red walls closed tightly around it, seeming to suck her finger into the hat recess.
She let the panties remain where they were. The feel of them on her finger was sexier than if the girl had been totally naked. As it was, Eva's nylon briefs made an exciting addition to the sexiness of her fondling. They were stretched as tautly upwards as it was possible far them to be pulled, digging deeply into the soft crotch at the right side of Eva's slit.
Maria's finger drove in and out of the beautiful girl's cunt. It slid with the greatest of ease into. Eva's willingly open slot, came gradually out again tickling and caressing the liquid sides of her cunt and then pushed its way into the slit again.
How very supple and tight the darling pussy was! Maria wandered if she could insert another finger into the girl's sweet hale without causing her too much distress. Gently, she twisted her middle finger over the one which was penetrating Eva and began to slide them bath in together. Inside, the two fingers separated slightly, one feeling the bottom part of the cunt, the other stroking at the top wall.
Eva opened her thighs a little wider to give Maria the greatest possible access to her most sensitive sex spots. Taking advantage of this freedom of movement, Maria used her fingers to stretch the lips open to an even wider extent. She then opened and closed her fingers, making the gash pout in a supple yawning and then tighten again around her tantalizing digits.
"That's wonderful!" murmured Eva feels beautiful, so beautiful and sexy!" She raised her head slightly from the pillow. "Please ... let me do the same to you now."
Maria was only too willing to yield to this request. Her slow and deliberate toying with Eva's cunt had, naturally enough, made her own crotch itch quite violently. And the way Eva had continued to pinch and titillate her nipples had already caused her to secrete a generous portion of her love juices. She let her body slip down on the bed alongside Eva's, feeling the girl give a last sharp pull to her breasts as she was forced to release them.
Eva quickly moved her hand underneath Maria's negligee, feeling with experienced fingers for the girl's cunt-lips. As soon as she felt Eva's hand pass between her thighs, Marie lifted her leg up and placed it over her lover's thighs, thus giving Eva an enviable and easy access to her pussy.
Her own fingers never ceased for a moment their probing and fondling of her voluptuous partner's cunt. And the feel of Eva's silk stockings against her thigh gave Maria an added thrill of sexy pleasure.
Seconds later, the already pulsing lips of her cunt were being stroked by the Hungarian girl's slender fingers. Maria gasped, hardly able to keep her legs open, as Eva boldly ran her fingers right up into the crease of her buttocks and then tickled them slowly under her crotch until they petted the thick lips of her sex well. Eva drove her fingers backwards, sliding them deeply between the open slit and gradually returning them to the delicately pursued orifice of Maria's ass.
This latter hole seemed to intrigue Eva even more than Maria's cunt (at least, for the time being!) She tickled the nail of her forefinger into the tiny hole, scratching lightly but insistently. And with a sigh of acute pleasure, Eva forced the tight rosebud to yield and admit the entrance of her probing finger.
Maria fought back the violent impulse to clench her buttocks tight. Her blood pounding, she struggled to keep her muscles untensed and the cheeks of her ass loose.
Eva, ignoring for the time being the wetter and more usual hole, pushed her finger into the tight place, forcing the small passage to take the full length of her long and sharp-nailed digit. It seemed to fill the narrow channel to capacity and Maria felt totally "sexed-up" by the penetration.
Sensing the girl's feeling, Eva began to withdraw her finger an inch at a time. Looking Maria directly in the eye she whispered: "It's very sexy for you, isn't it darling?"
Maria nodded slightly, feeling herself unable to speak. The finger plopped out of her asshole and the stretched skin fell back into place. She began to frown as Eva removed her hand completely from between her thighs. Surely she wasn't going to stop? Not now! Not when they were beginning to enjoy each other so intimately and beautifully?
The fears were swiftly allayed. Eva brought her hand up in front of her face, kept her eyes fixed firmly on Maria's, deliberately opened her mouth, and popped the finger between her lips!
She sucked slowly and lingeringly on the digit, pushing it in and out of her mouth and licking it with her sexy pink tongue. Maria watched her, a tremendous feeling of violent lust racing through her body.
When her finger was well and truly moistened with her saliva, Eva removed it from her lips. She then returned it down Maria's front to her crotch again, pausing on the way to give the girl's breasts a brief but exciting fondling, running her wet finger right around the bulge of Maria's nipple.
Then, once more through the silky jungle of Maria's pubic hairs and into the girl's crotch again, Maria felt no pain or discomfort as Eva re-thrust her finger up her tight asshole. It slid daintily into the opening, pushing firmly but with a coaxing gentleness until it had penetrated her completely.
Eva's action of licking her finger fired Maria. She let her two fingers slide slowly out of Eva's cunt. They came reluctantly free of the wet and clinging hole and Maria lifted them up to her face. She held them in front of her open mouth, her eyes hot and languorous, watching Eva as the girl waited breathlessly for her to insert them between her lips.
Teasing her with a look of demure sexiness, Maria brushed the cunt-moistened fingers across her teeth. She extended her tongue slowly, only very gradually bringing it into contact with the wetly perfumed digits.
She felt Eva's breath mingling with hers and could smell the strong aroma of the girl's love-juice as she began to lick at the juicy fingers. Her mouth was only a few scant inches from Eva's and, simultaneously, both girls pressed their lips forward until they met in a deliriously extended kiss.
Maria kept her fingers to her mouth and, as the girl's tongues mingled once more, she felt Eva's join hers in. licking up and down the length of them. Together, they enjoyed the fruits of Eva's juices, tongues fighting avidly for the pleasure of dabbing them off Maria's fingers.
Realizing that they both relished this highly erotic pastime, they again returned their hands to each other's cunts and gathered a further supply of liquid from their respective vulvas.
Again, their fingers slipped into their mouths ... again, both girls licked dry the moistened members, lips pressed hotly together. Their enthusiasm for this unorthodox form of petting grew both stronger and bolder. There was no need to speak, no need to indicate in any way what was required.
Instinctively, the girls began to fondle each other's cunts. And as soon as they were well moistened and made pungent by the slots, they brought them to one another's lips and allowed their fingers to be dried of the intimate juices.
First, Maria sucked Eva's fingers after they had been roving into her crotch.
Then Eva sucked Maria's fingers, tasting the cream of her own cunt juices.
Maria lasciviously licked all trace of the love-juice from .Eva's fingers, after they had been dipped deeply into her own cunt.
Finally, every possible exchange had been made, and the girl's mouths were wild with the combined flavors of both their own and their partner's crotches.
Eyes misty with the urge to abandon their petting and achieve orgasms, Maria and Eva again clung to each other with arms tightly around their bodies. Maria rolled on top of the Hungarian girl, squeezing her thighs between Eva's until she could feel the slender strip of silk which was the girl's screwed-up panties rubbing into her crotch.
Maria moved her pelvis up and down on Eva's, quickly and urgently. Her buttocks were seized by long, deep-sinking fingers and she felt them being opened and closed ... lifted and pinched ... as Eva drew her tighter and tighter against her.
Maria's breasts squashed their bosomy way into Eva's, and the American girl's normal-sized nipples completely covered and obliterated Eva's tiny little buds. She wondered if Eva would prefer to be cuntlicked as a means of hastening her orgasm, and was .about to wriggle down until her face was between the girl's thighs when Eva whispered:
"Please! Maria darling, could you pull my panties right up into me? I love the feel of them so much!"
Maria hastened to obey her lover's wishes. She worked her hand between their crotches and took the waistband of Eva's silken briefs between her fingers, holding it tightly, she began to pull the panties higher and higher, feeling them bite between the plump lips and disappear into the red flesh.
A slight movement of her hips, and Maria succeeded in placing her hairy mound squarely on top of Eva's. The identical lips rubbed sweetly together, like another pair of mouths kissing and pressing in a moist, fierce embrace.
Maria began to jerk the panties up in a rhythmic series of tugs, which sent Eva into a frenzy of wriggling, writhing ecstasy. The girl clawed at Maria's buttocks, nails scratching frantically into the soft and curvaceous globes and rising long red welts on the white flesh.
They ground their crotches in a furious, fucking imitation, up and do up and from side to side. Then, throbbing with uncontrollable violence, Eva hit the zenith of her passion!
One of her garter clasps had become unfastened during their vigorous lovemaking, and Eva now reached for the clasp; quickly stretched it between Maria's thighs, and pulled the elastic smartly into the girl's crotch.
She drew it so tautly that she was able to press the steel clasp into Maria's asshole, holding one cheek out of the way with her free hand. As she continued to pulse out her own orgasm, Eva initiated Maria into the pleasures of tight elastic by holding the extended webbing of her garter fastening firmly into the girl's coot, making the hard elastic cover her lips and work with a sexy friction right into the large gash itself.
Using quick, sharp movements of her fingers, Eva frigged the stocking retainer against Maria's vulva. Whenever she was forced by circumstances to masturbate, this was the mode of self-pleasure she enjoyed most. And it seemed, from the way that Maria was gasping and wiggling her crotch wildly against the elastic material, as if the American girl, too, more than appreciated her introduction to this offbeat form of caress.
"Don't stop!" Maria cried suddenly. "It's so sexy, so wonderful! Can you ... can you make it tighter, darling? Can you? I'm starting to come! You don't mind if I ... If I ... "
Her thighs jiggled wildly and her ass clenched so tightly that Eva had the greatest difficulty in keeping her fingers inside the crease.
When, finally, the spasm was exhausted, Maria kissed Eva's mouth with all the tenderness and all the love she could muster.
"That was beautiful!" she breathed, her lips touching Eva's as she spoke. "What a nice girl you are to think of such things." She kissed the girl scientist again, nibbling softly at her lower lip.
"I would never have done that to anyone," Eva whispered. "But with you I feel ... somehow feel I can trust you completely. Trust you with all my little fancies." Her eyes seemed larger and brighter. Maria stared into them, again feeling that indefinable bond which was drawing her into a more and more intimate union with the girl it was her job to seduce.
"I feel much more free with you, too," Maria murmured. "It's as if we belong together, as if we've always belonged together."
They cuddled closely, their bodies warm and relaxed, eyes dreamily shut.
At the noise of the door crashing open, Maria toppled off Eva's body and Hung herself towards the gun which rested on the bedside table. But as her hand reached for it, a harsh voice, backed by the obvious authority of a weapon, shouted: "Do not move!"
She froze instantly.
"Turn around very slowly, Miss Marshall. I want to see your face as I shoot you!" Maria made herself face the voice, careful not to make a sudden movement. There might still be a chance if she could think of a distraction.
"What's the meaning of this?" Eva, quickly snatching up a blanket to cover herself, broke into the electric silence which had descended on the room. "You have no right to threaten my mend in this way ... "
They were the men who'd accompanied Eva on the plane, Maria saw. The one she'd had the encounter with in the toilet was staring at her with an undisguised relish in his eyes. He had quite a lot of humiliation to repay her. And he looked as if he couldn't wait to start dishing it out.
Maria noted that they were both pointing guns at her; evidently her reputation had caught up with communist Integrated Intelligence at last, she thought with a wry amusement. Previously, they'd considered one man to be more than a match for the girl agent.
Not taking his eyes from Maria for a single moment, the man told Eva, "Your friend, as you call her, is a spy-Western espionage agent, you have been deceived, Comrade Harnecz. This woman is only interested in persuading you to defect to the West! Whatever she has told you, whatever affection she has shown you, has been only to further this object."
Maria cursed under her breath. If only she'd been able to turn the tables before he'd given the game away. Now, even assuming that she escaped, it would be a thousand times more difficult to get Eva to defect. And to convince her that, although at their first meeting she had been motivated by her professional duty, the last hour with the beautiful girl had completely altered her outlook.
Maria was very deeply in love with Eva! And whether she agreed to come over to the West made no difference at all to her relationship with the girl. But now even the slight possibility that Eva would help her to outwit the bodyguards was gone. Maria could see the Communist girl's eyes growing cold and accusing. They stared at her with a growing contempt, a trembling of her lips revealing the hurt she felt beneath her anger.
"Is true?" she demanded. "Is what they say true? You are Western agent?"
Maria looked her in the eyes. "Yes," she said softly. "It's true, Eva. But the rest of what they said isn't true ... not any more. I do love you! No matter what they tell you, you must believe that! I love you!"
The gunman who had spoken now gestured impatiently. "Go back to your hotel, Comrade Eva," he told the girl. "We have our orders and it is best that you do not see what we must do to her. Go! You will find three men outside with a car. They will take you safely to your own room."
Eva dressed quickly, went to the door and opened it. She stood there for a moment as if tom between trying to intervene and leaving Maria to her fate.
"Go!" barked the man. "That is an order, Comrade! Even you must obey!"
She started to back out of the room, unable to tear her eyes away from Maria. When she was halfway through, a hand suddenly went around her neck and gripped her tightly.
Eva was forced forward again, her body shielding a tall, broad-shouldered man who held a .45 automatic to her head.
"Let the guns fall to the floor," he called to the men. "Easily and very quickly. Or Miss Harnecz gets a bullet through her pretty head!" They ex* changed a brief look. His finger was curled tightly around the trigger and the expression on his face showed that he would have not the slightest hesitation in keeping his word.
Two soft thuds sounded in the room. The gunmen raised their empty hands and the newcomer pushed Eva to one side, entered the room and kicked the door shut behind him.
"Very nicely done!" he remarked. Marla picked up her own gun and walked to his side.
"Don!" she cried, "How on earth did you get here?" He grinned at her, careful not to move his eyes from the two Communist agents, and recalling his "Marie" from the past.
"They cabled me after my report arrived and told me to get to Nice as quickly as possible. All the action was taking place in France, they said ... and for once they were right! I chartered a private plane in Paris and Hew the thing here myself! Where do we go now?"
"Somewhere quiet," Maria told him. "I've got to have a long tall, with Eva." She glanced at the girl who was now huddled against the wall, looking startled at the rapid change of events. "What about the men downstairs? Do you think we can get past them all right?"
Don nodded. "I spotted them as I came in. Lucidly, they didn't seem to recognize me. You take Eva down the back stairs and I'll meet you with the car by the fire exit. O.K.?"
"One of our Danish agents is with me ... Erica Sondgaard, I'd better take her as well."
He looked surprised. "Erica?" he said, "Is she in the game too? Well, I'll be damned! Yes, bring her along! Anyone else?"
Maria shook her head. "Okay, off you go. I'll follow in just a moment ... "
Marla raised her eyebrows in mock-modesty, "Really, Don!" she said. "Like this? At least give me time to dress!" Then, moving quickly, she stripped off the negligee, completely unconcerned that the three men had a dazzling view of her naked body, and pulled panties, bra and a dress on, She grasped Eva's hand.
"Come along, darling," she said quietly. "Let's go somewhere where we can talk about all this. I can explain everything, I promise you."
Eva still looked stunned. She allowed herself to be led out of the room by Maria as if the girl had her under some kind of hypnotic spell. They walked down the hotel corridor toward the fire escape. Eva stopping sharply as the sound of two rapidly fired shots came from the room they'd just left.
"What was that?" she asked anxiously. "He didn't shoot them, did he? Not in cold blood?"
Marla urged her through the door which led to the rear exit. "Wait here." She whispered. "I'm just going to slip back and get Erica. She's the girl who was with me on the plane."
"Where are we going? Where are you going to take me?"
"Trust me, darling. Please, trust me. I'll only be a moment." Maria left the frightened and bewildered girl and rapped loudly on Erica's door. She kept glancing back to Eva, whom she could see huddled nervously behind the glass-fronted door of the back exit.
Eva felt her senses numbed, her mind in a state of acute shock. Things were happening much too quickly for her. She couldn't cope with this rapid and abrupt change of pace. One moment she had been lying peacefully next to Maria's luscious body, the next, she was hurled into a dramatic and dangerous situation where human life was of little value.
Her intelligence warned her to run to flee downstairs and seek the protection of her countrymen who were waiting outside the hotel. But her emotions made her hesitate. She had to know if Maria was the evil and corrupt spy her bodyguards had accused her of being. Somehow it just didn't seem possible. Not Maria, not the sweet and beautiful girl she'd shared such bliss with.
Eva insisted to herself that there was some other explanation. Her mind searched wildly for a more comforting reason that would account for Maria's strange behavior, and the sudden appearance of the American man in her room.
She was still standing there two minutes later when Maria and Erica came through the door and, keeping her between them, each girl holding one of her arms tightly, began to hustle her down the iron stairs.
High-heels clicked noisily on the metal steps as they descended. When they reached the bottom, Don was already waiting for them, the rear door of his Opel open, the engine running.
The girls scrambled into the back seat and Maria slammed the door shut. Instantly, the car moved off. The man shifted quickly into third-gear and gunned the car into the busy traffic circle.
"Too bad about the car," he apologized. "I tried to get the Alfa-Romeo but this was all they could let me have at short notice." His face clouded. "Damn! They must have spotted us! That's their car coming up alongside!"
The traffic light was still red and the stream of traffic flowing steadily across from their right showed no sign of abating. Marla looked out of the rear window. A black Mercedes was inching up on their left, unable to draw too close to them because of another car which blocked its progress. But she could see a man leaning out of the front passenger seat, a metallic object in his hand glinting in the light from the bright street lamps.
"He's got a gun!" Maria shouted. "Get down on the floor! Quick!"
A bullet cracked through their rear window and out again, smashing the windshield. Don peered quickly up, saw that the lights were at last changing to green, and thrust the accelerator to the floor, keeping his body well down.
The car hurtled forward, narrowly missing the rear of a small truck, its engine screaming in protest as Don kept it in second gear. He weaved the Opel expertly across the wide boulevard, changing into third as they sped up a narrow street, the Mercedes dose behind.
"We'll make for the airport," he called over his shoulder. "God knows how many more of them are ill Nice. I'll try to shake them off but I don't think they'll try anything once we're in the airport grounds. Anyway, we can get their car blocked at the entrance. Maria! You'll find the short-wave radio in the glove compartment. Get on to our man there and tell him what to do."
Maria relayed the message quickly, got an okay from the Intelligence man at the airport and got down on the floor of the car again; crouching over Eva to shield her body from any ricocheting bullets.
Don managed to lose the Mercedes at the next busy intersection, where they went through the amber light just at the point it turned red. By continuing at a faster than legal speed, they were at the airport in about ten more minutes.
"She's been shot! I think she's dead!" Eva screamed, suddenly realizing that Erica's body was slumped over" in the back seat, blood from a bullet wound oozing out of her neck.
"She'll be taken care of," Don assured her firmly as he drove out to the runway of the airport and braked the car suddenly. "Come on! Let's get to my plane. Our men here have arranged the clearance!"
Eva never stopped to think that in this very serious game of espionage, she was of far more value to them than one of their own junior agents.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In addition to his skill as a secret agent and. great lover, Don was a very good pilot. He had no trouble in guiding the rented plane to Maria's private vacation island off the village of Agay. His famel colleague was in the copilot's seat and Eva was sitting behind them. She appeared very tired and confused, unable to understand the swift moving events of the past hour.
Why had she allowed herself to be taken away by this man and woman, without making any kind of protest? Eva felt her emotions sharply divided (as they had never been before) between patriotism and a deep, intense love for the beautiful Maria.
Eva couldn't really believe that the girl was only interested in persuading her to defect to the West, and that was really the answer to her question. She hoped desperately that Maria would set her mind at rest once they had a chance to talk quietly together.
Until then, Eva knew that she had to follow the girl wherever she went; until Maria settled the question once and for all.
Over the intercom, Don and Maria were talking, "'Before I left Budapest." he was saying. "'Beta' told me what we were to do if Eva refuses to come over to us. This is probably a good time to put you in the picture, too."
Maria looked at him sharply. He was keeping the plane on an even, steady course. "What do you mean?" Her heart quickened: she had completely overlooked the possibility that if Eva was the genius they suspected and if she refused to defect ... obviously, she would have to be assassinated.
Don confirmed this, giving her a strange look as if he thought she should have realized this all along. Maria did her utmost to control the feelings which she knew were already visible on her face.
"We've got to make it look like the work of a Communist," he continued. "Rig her death so that, outwardly at least, she will seem to be murdered by a jealous Soviet scientist. Something like that, anyway. The actual details have been left to us and we needn't make any plans until we know for sure that Eva won't defect. You'd better work fast, though. Pull all the stops out tonight. Win her confidence completely and make absolutely certain that she's on the verge of creating a genuine RPM." He winked broadly at her. "Then tell her she'll be much better off in the free world ... and she'll have you with her for good measure!"
Maria nodded. "Right," she affirmed. And took the earphones off while she thought desperately about what she should do if Eva refused to betray her own country.
She felt certain. She could never bring herself to kill the precious girl who meant so much to her. That was impossible. Eva was too much a part of her life now, despite the fact that she'd only known the beautiful Hungarian for a few hours. A love that refused to recognize politics and the requirements of her profession had, for the very first time, been awakened in Maria. She felt that she would die herself rather than help to destroy it.
This meant that it was more important than ever before that she persuaded Eva to defect. Both their lives depended upon it. Maria vowed to herself that she would play on Eva's sexual weaknesses to the full, give the girl so much sensual pleasure that she, too, would abandon her patriotism for the sake of continuing their love affair.
Sandra! Maria had a sudden inspiration! The gorgeous secretary seemed to be so infatuated with her that she might, she just might ...
Marie replaced her head-set hastily as they started to descend. The island lay below them, looking a veritable paradise with its long stretches of empty golden beaches and woods. Don guided the plane expertly onto the beach. They came to a gentle stop and Maria looked over her shoulder at Eva.
"We're going to have a wonderful time here!" she promised the girl. "You'll see-it's going to be just perfect."
Sandra puckered her lips and frowned. "I don't really like it, Maria," she said. "I thought it was just going to be the two of us. Why do we have to let her come between us? It doesn't seem right, somehow."
Maria gave her hand a squeeze. "It's only just this once, darling," she reassured her. "Look on it as a sort of experiment. After all, if two of us can have such a wonderful time together, think what three girls can do!"
They were sitting in the large luxury tent, waiting for Eva to return from the beach. The Hungarian girl had been refreshing herself with a cool dip in the sea. It was three in the morning. Sandra had been awakened an hour ago by their arrival and Maria had spent the past ten minutes explaining that she wanted the young secretary to assist her in Eva's seduction.
Sandra was still very dubious, even though Maria had taken great pains to emphasize that it was of vital importance to the West that Eva be persuaded to defect, and that the only way this could be achieved was by seducing the girl. She sat up on the bunk bed naked from the waist up, her large and mellow breasts a wonderful attraction for Maria's admiring eyes.
Only a sheet covered the rest of her body, wrapped tightly around her hips and thighs, outlining her curves and showing that the girl was unmistakably nude beneath the hugging cotton.
Maria had changed into a revealing white robe; it hung in a loose fold across her thighs, barely concealing the girl's hairy crotch. A single cord kept the garment together tied none too securely at her waist. It was quite open at her breasts, leaving most of the creamy melons whitely exposed. Beneath it, Maria was completely naked.
"You look very sexy," Sandra murmured, running her eyes up and down Maria's tall, splendidly shaped body. "I do hate the idea of sharing you with ... "
She broke off suddenly as the tent flap opened and Eva ducked beneath it. Maria had given her one of the robes to wear and she looked as gorgeous as the American girl; possibly, Sandra thought with a quickening or interest, even a little bit lovelier. Her mouth felt dry as she started to imagine the intimate liberties they'd be taking with each other in a few minutes. All three of them, she reflected. Maria and Eva clad only in their brief robes, and she herself without even that much. She shivered deliciously. Perhaps it wouldn't pay her to be jealous, after all.
"Here, sit next to Sandra," Maria was suggesting. "I'm afraid our accommodation here is a bit limited. Don is going to sleep under a tree and we three will have to share the tent. Never mind, I'm sure we'll all have a very comfortable night."
Eva lowered herself onto the low-slung bed. During her dip in the sea, the feel of the salt water on her naked skin had aroused her to a deliciously sensual awareness that, no matter what Maria's motives might be, the girl (and quite possibly her companion, too) was going to do everything in her power to bring her to a new peak of sexual pleasure.
Eva didn't see any reason why she shouldn't enjoy herself as much as possible. After all, she had told herself it really is about time you were pampered and petted; why not take advantage of the situation?
Maria had promised her that in the morning she would explain why Eva's Communist bodyguards had said she was only interested in persuading her to defect. All right, Eva had decided. Let the explanations come later. First, she would take full advantage of the present.
Maria closed the tent Hap, leaving the interior in a dim mysterious half-light. She groped her way to the side of the bed, put her hand on the smooth roundness of Eva's knee and slowly squatted down beside the girl.
The only sound was the gentle breathing of the three practically naked females. A steady and strangely exciting murmur of self-conscious breathing, as if the girls were only too aware of their proximity and their mutual desires.
Maria broke the silence. "Have you thought how much this is like an ancient Gallic situation?" she whispered. "Imagine! Perhaps on this very spot, over a thousand years ago, three girls were alone together: awaiting the return of their husbands. The men had gone to fight in the wars with the Romans and all the females were without their lovers. They probably slept together, for company and protection. And maybe for other reasons, too!"
While she continued talking in a low almost hypnotic murmur, Maria began to caress Eva's thighs. She could feel the girl's legs trembling slightly though not from embarrassment or nervousness. Gently, absently, Maria's fingers strayed up the silky-soft flesh until they touched the extremely short hem of her robe. Then they wandered gradually down again, constantly moving against the firm and supple thighs.
"Wouldn't it be exciting if the three of us pretended that we, too, were all alone, longing for our men to return, but unable to stand the absence of their caressing hands?"
She talked on, moving her hand to the inside of Eva's thigh and stroking the milky-white skin. Her words were arousing her as well. Maria could feel the dark atmosphere and the thin costume she was wearing contributing to the erotic mood she was deliberately creating. She continued, her voice soft and low.
"Oh, Eva, won't you let me play the part of your lover tonight? Look! I have thighs that are a1most as lovely to feel as your own!" And she took the girl's hand and guided it to her leg, passing Eva's fingers up and down the bare limb until they brushed lightly against the hairs of her pubic mound.
"Sandra, you'll allow Eva to touch your breasts, won't you?" Her pulse quickening, Sandra reached for Eva's either hand and-entering fully into the spirit of Maria's game-led it gradually to her right breast. Eva lay back on the bed beside her, beginning to fondle the naked globe of Sandra's tit, permitting Maria to pass her left hand freely up and down the girl's thigh. It stole beneath the short robe and stroked the hard and prominent mound.
As Maria slowly opened her thighs, Eva's fingers slipped into the warm, moist slit and started to rub it intimately. She didn't actually enter the cunt itself, not yet. Eva understood that this was to be a slow and tantalizing petting, the three girls prolonging for as long as possible the preliminary stages of their love-making.
She let her fingers slide easily and without haste into the parted lips of Maria's cunt; using her wrist to work them in a regular rhythm along the soft, deep gash. Maria kept her thighs generously opened, giving her complete freedom to do whatever she chose with her exposed crotch. The girl reclined on the ground-sheet which covered the Hoar of the tent, remaining motionless with her head turned towards Eva's breasts, studying the sharp thrust of her darling's beautiful globes as they bulged invitingly out from her robe.
Sandra's hand moved away from Eva's, content to let the girl fondle as she pleased at her breast. Her own fingers strayed downwards to the clearly defined lump of Eva's pubic mound which rose sexily from her loose and greatly abbreviated garment.
Her hand fell gently on Eva's belly and began to slide casually toward the lusty bulge. Sandra realized that the girl's robe had been inevitably pul1ed up when Eva fell back onto the bed. It was now hitched so high that its hem crossed the very center of Eva's crotch. On the pretext that she was adjusting the robe and smoothing it back so that it covered the girl's precious cunt, Sandra slipped her fingers beneath the hem and gently fondled the bulge.
She traced a path through the curling hairs and eased her forefinger into the extra-soft line of Eva's cunt. The lips re-opened under her inquisitive finger, the slit falling apart even though she was applying only the gentlest pressure.
Sandra felt Eva's fingers firmly stroking down the curve of her breast. They began at the Hat white skin above the globe, came down over the breast itself with a pushing pressure, and then lifted up again, this time cupping the orb and squeezing it sexily until the tit was stretched upwards as far as it would go.
Her nipples felt prickly and itchy. Sandra longed to scratch them, but resisted the impulse bravely; letting Eva continue to fondle them as she wished. The Communist girl's fingers moved again and again over the erect cherry, making it grow into a stiff little flower. But they were gone in a flash, leaving Sandra with a breathless desire to be "milked"!
A curious, almost telepathic, understanding seemed to exist between the three girls. They knew by an intuitive, unspoken agreement that this was to be a completely unhurried orgy of petting. With Eva and Sandra on the bed and Maria, her robe now hoisted above her hips, on the floor they made a voluptuous and sexy grouping in the darkened tent.
For several rapturous minutes Eva toyed leisurely with Sandra's breast, while her other hand roved up and down Marla's gladly exposed cunt. Sandra continued to submit Eva's pussy to a gentle fondling; pressing her fingertips into the hotly damp slit and moving them almost idly along the wide-lipped gash.
Marla waited until she felt sure that both girls were in a half-dreamy state of pleasure. Then she decided to advance the game a little further.
The two girl's eyes were watching her. Maria could feel them waiting for her to lead them' into the next stage of their lesbian revels. She started to perform a seductive writhing of her body; swaying her hips and shoulders in a sexy, slow gyration, deliberately showing off her just-visible cunt by stretching her arms high and causing the short robe to lift brazenly at the front.
The smell of the trees drifted into the tent, adding their own subtle perfume to the heated scent of the girls' bodies. Maria began to turn on her toes, swinging her hips and buttocks, still with her arms raised. The hem of her brief robe now covered only half of the girl's boldly curved bottom, leaving the bulging cheeks to tantalize her female companions.
She turned completely, coming to face her audience again and, at the same time, sweetly pulling on the cord which kept her robe fastened.
It fell away from her breasts, letting the creamy orbs spill out from the loose cotton, their nipples already stiff and sprouting with desire. Maria began to shake it off, finally standing before them like a French Set goddess in her naked splendor. The girls waited breathlessly to see what Maria would do next. Eva longed to stand close to her, to feel Maria's nude body fitting warmly against her own.
She got up from the bed, moving as if drawn to Maria by a magnet, practically sleep-walking. Her robe fell modestly down over her cunt as she rose and stepped the few paces which brought her next to Maria. Without speaking, Eva moved behind the American girl. She put her hands through Maria's arms and rested them possessively on the curve of the girl's hips, beginning to stroke sensuously over the silky flesh.
Maria let her head fall back until it lay against Eva's shoulder. She stole her own hands around Eva's back until her fingers once more captured the girl's lusciously ripe ass.
Eva's hand went down to Marla's crotch and the fingers fitted over the pubic patch as if to conceal it from Sandra's hot eyes. The other slid slowly upward over the girl's exquisitely soft midriff and dosed around Marla's right breast, rolling the big, full globe with molding, caressing fingers.
Erotically, the two girls swayed gently against each other, content for the moment just to stroke and pet their aroused bodies. Watching their activity from such an intimately close distance. Sandra's fingers stole down under the sheet until they found the moist flesh of her cunt. There, they worked stealthily into the slit and began to fondle, moving in an experienced circle until the sleek lips were pushed aside and her fingers could enter into the itchy vulva itself. She could feel the blood pounding in her head as she stared longingly at the two caressing girls in front of her; pretending that the fingers which were now giving her pleasure belonged to one of them ... and not to herself!
Maria lifted Eva's lovely cheeks up and then stretched them as far apart as they could be drawn. She felt the delicious heat emanating from the girl's ass as she wiggled the fingers of her left hand into the crease. They touched the rear hole, sliding over the hard hump of Eva's anus and exploring the area around the back entrance with interested and bold caresses.
Eva strained her body forward, making her breasts thrust hard into Maria's naked back. Although she wished that the robe she wore was made of nylon, the very briefness of the garment was exciting enough. And, feeling Maria's fingers beneath it, fondling so deliciously at her ass, Eva-for once .in her life-scarcely minded the absence of the material she loved so much.
Her hand fondled incessantly at the gorgeous fullness of Maria's breast, fingernail running across the girl's hot, hard nipple and making the stiff cherry more inflamed and angry-red than ever before. The bud wobbled on Maria's immense orb as she tickled it, the girl's nipple feeling like an erect clitoris.
Eva petted it with envy, remembering how tiny and insignificant her own nipple looked by comparison. But as long as there were girls like Maria who were only too willing to have their tittles fondled, what difference did it make? As long as she had someone's nipples to feel. Eva felt that she could bear the smallness of her own without too much regret.
She began to treat the bud more forcefully now. Her fingers closed tightly around it, pinching insatiably. And the hand which was laying quite casually on Maria's crotch now started to caress the plump mound fingers pressing firmly into the sexy tangle and beginning to search for the girl s sweet slit.
Deeper and deeper, Eva's fingers strayed. They at last penetrated far enough into the bushy forest to feel the thick lips of Marla's pussy; pressed tightly together as if they wanted to keep out any intruder.
Eva knew that a. careful fondling of the moist lips would quickly encourage them to slip apart and permit her fingers to gain entrance to the tight hole which they concealed. She stroked her forefinger firmly down the very middle of the peeping crease and it opened for her, the lips parting with a sticky peeling. Next moment, Eva knew the indescribable thrill of sinking her fingers into the soft, red flesh. They slipped with the greatest of ease deeply into the cunt, pushing their way persistently and steadily upwards, until Eva felt the precious muscles come together tightly around her imprisoned fingers, holding them in an inescapable grip, as Maria closed her thighs and pressed them sexily together.
So vise-like was Maria's clasp, Eva found it impossible to frig the girl. Consequently, she had to content herself with merely wiggling her trapped fingers inside the tightly-clamped cunt. In a slow and steady rhythm, she turned them, pressing her fingers against the hot, wet walls of Maria's shut pussy.
Resentment was beginning to boil up in Sandra. She didn't see why Eva and Maria should enjoy themselves so much while she had to find her own pleasure. Her lips pouting in a pretty, determined bow, Sandra slid off the bed.
The girl hesitated for a brief moment, then went down on her knees in front of Eva. The woman's magnificent legs reared up before her and Sandra placed both hands on the shapely knees. She could see even more plainly now the way Eva's fingers were secured inside Maria's cunt. The Hungarian girl's wrist was constantly moving as she wiggled them without pause into the tightly closed cunt.
Sandra looked up and saw Eva's other hand as it ceaselessly fondled Maria's breast. From this angle, the sight was sexier than ever. Maria's titty was lifted and lowered, pushed from side to side; made to assume every intriguing shape which Eva could devise for the globe. And all the time her fingernail was scratching, scratching at the girl's precious red nipple, flicking the bud in a tormenting but thrilling movement, giving it no peace whatsoever.
Sandra pressed her fingers into Maria's leg, rubbing them over the girl's knee and beginning to slide them gradually upwards. She touched the firm curve of Maria's thighs, caressing her hands around them so that she could feel the full flesh at their backs.
Maria shifted slightly, realizing what Sandra was doing and adopting a legs-apart stance to aid the girl. Encouraged, Sandra moved her hands to the inside of Maria's legs, stroking up them with her fingers parted.
Her thumbs were .sliding up to the base of the mound, pushing into the forced-open lips. The feel of both girls' hands fondling at her gave Maria a tremendous thrill. She knew that Eva should really be in her place, enjoying the attentions of herself and Sandra. But for the moment she simply couldn't change places. That was asking too much of her!
Anyway, it seemed very likely that Eva enjoyed giving as much as she enjoyed taking caresses. A bit later, Maria told herself before relaxing again into a delicious sufferance of the girls' petting; a bit later we'll give Eva all the love and fondling she wants. But right now ...
Maria looked down at Sandra's hands, moving so seductively on the inside of her thighs. Sandra's eyes met hers and the two girls exchanged a brief smile of secret complicity, then Sandra bent her head again, thrusting her face between Maria's parted legs and pushing her mouth closely against the girl's furry bush.
She started to lick at Eva's fingers, her tongue running over the girl's almost-buried digits and lapping up the drops of juice which Maria's coot had already secreted on them.
Eva slowly withdrew her fingers from Maria. She took the folds of cunt-lip between the forefinger and thumbs of both hands and lifted them as widely as possible, enabling Sandra to dart her pink little tongue between them and dip it eagerly into Maria's now completely open and vulnerable cunt.
Her mouth sank sweetly against Maria's exposed vulva and Sandra kissed the hot, moist place with tender and loving lips. She moved her tongue around inside the hole, thoroughly exploring the so-soft and pretty little orifice.
Sandra's hands were busy, too. They reached around Maria's thighs until she felt the warm cheeks of the girl's bare ass beneath them. She stroked and petted the curvaceous mounds for a while, then realized that her fingers were also within easy reach of Eva's crotch. She could feel the material of the girl's robe as it hung revealingly across Eva's loins, and turned her hands around to explore the area which it failed so completely to keep covered.
Her fingers fitted themselves snugly into the long mound of Eva's cunt, pushing the fleshy swelling and prodding experimentally until she found the ever-exciting gash.
She wriggled her inquisitive fingers up and down the precious lips, feeling an exquisite pang of pleasure as they teased and tickled them open. Up into Eva's hole, so like her own, yet somehow so excitingly different, Sandra squeezed her fingers. They parted the red flesh lovingly. The forefingers of both the girl's hands stealing inwards and upwards until they were securely, tightly held by the wonderful suction, of Eva's cunt.
Not for a single moment did Sandra cease her expert licking of Maria's pussy. She cleverly gave both of the girls a generously prolonged oral and finger stimulation at the same time, ignoring the fact that her own intimate parts had not yet received their share of attention.
While Maria found their present grouping very satisfactory from her own point of view, she realized that neither Eva nor Sandra could be very comfortable, or very satisfied. She took her hands from Eva's plump buttocks and put them on Sandra's head, gently lifting the girl's face away from her pussy.
"Let's move onto the bed," she whispered. "We'll all be able to have fun there!"
Eva and Sandra quickly moved across to the camp bed and fell into a tight embrace, Sandra taking the Hungarian girl into her arms and immediately pressing her mouth against Eva's. They lay on their sides, hands stroking feverishly up and down their bodies, Sandra's fingers snuggling up underneath the white robe to stroke and caress Eva's smooth-skinned back.
Their fingers strayed without the slightest sense of shame to their respective crotches, both girls choosing to' pass their hands beneath their partner's buttocks to feel for the sticky slits they craved so passionately.
Well, Maria thought. Tl1is is a fine state of affairs! It looks as if I've brought these two lovebirds together and left myself in the cold. She could see that Sandra and Eva had stopped kissing, but were still letting their tongues meet, sticking them as far out of their mouths as they would stretch and openly joining them in a lascivious, wet merging. They stared hotly into each other's eyes and drove their fingers deeply into their respective cunts.
Maria allowed them to enjoy this little game for a while, then decided it was time that she resumed her role in the revels, She moved nearer to them, growing more and more excited as she saw the soft female flesh of their bodies pressing so intimately and joyously together.
Maria got onto the bed herself and squeezed behind Eva. She put her arms around the Hungarian girl, hands passing beneath Eva's armpits and brought her fingers firmly onto her robe-covered breasts. She began to squeeze and fondle the spheres, the backs of her hands touching the nude tittles which Sandra was thrusting forward.
Whereas Sandra's nipples felt ripe and lusty, Eva's were scarcely discernible, two tiny little buttons which refused to grow no matter how fiercely Maria rub bed at them.
But, Maria found this tremendously exciting as if she was caressing a creature who was half-male, half-female. Eva's breasts were so full and large yet with nipples that belonged more to a young' boy than to a mature woman. She closed her fingers and thumbs around the immature buds, pinching them as hard as she possibly could. Still they refused to grow any larger.
Maria released one of the globes and moved her hand to the cord which kept Eva's robe fastened. She pulled it, letting the scanty garment fall open. The hand that was still on Eva's breast swiftly tugged the robe out of the way and then went back to its fondling of the girl's nipple. Maria's other hand, however, roamed pleasurably down Eva's body until it was stopped by the pressure of Sandra's tummy as it thrust firmly into the Hungarian girl's.
Maria tickled Sandra's navel until the girl squirmed slightly away from her tormenting finger. Then she continued downwards, her hand coming to rest on Eva s swollen crotch, where Sandra's fingers were already fondling from the other side of the girl's body.
Maria took Eva's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, pinched it with a slow, ever-increasing pressure, and started to shake her hand violently. This action caused Eva's clit to be sharply wiggled around, making the girl jerk her tongue violently away from Sandra's and gasp loudly.
She couldn't be quite sure whether it was Sandra or Maria who was doing this highly stimulating thing to her. Eva decided it must be Sandra and, seizing her clitoris tightly, started to give the girl the same treatment.
Sandra squealed. Her little clit felt as if it had been grabbed by a pair of pincers, so securely was Eva squeezing the sexy morsel. Seeing that Eva's robe had now fallen away from her breasts, leaving the beauties totally exposed, she ducked her head down onto the one which Maria was still fondling, and sank her teeth sharply into the girl's curiously tiny nipple.
They were all panting loudly now, their hips and thighs pulsing in a wild, abandoned lust. Every scrap of what little inhibition they possessed was now thrown to the winds. They had become so worked-up by their long-drawn-out fondlings that there was absolutely nothing they wouldn't submit to.
"Oh, you beast!" Sandra cried; as she felt Eva's fingernails digging insatiably into her clit. "I'll pay you back for that! You see if I don't!"
She broke the sexy tableau by abruptly pulling herself away from Eva's hold. Quickly, not giving the girl time to protest, Sandra got herself in a position where she was kneeling over Eva's face, at the same time leaning forward and grabbing the girl's ankles.
She drew them up, forcing Eva to assume a very blatant and revealing attitude indeed. Her legs fully parted, her black brush with its long, red gash completely exposed. Gripping Eva's ankles tightly, Sandra raised the girl's legs until her knees almost touched her breasts. Then, with great deliberation, she lowered her crotch right onto Eva's face, making her open cunt descend plumply on the girl's mouth.
Obviously, Sandra had presented her girlfriend with a golden opportunity to ravish Eva's crotch with her lips and tongue. And Maria lost no time in taking full advantage of the offer.
Moving quickly between Eva's thighs, she aided in keeping the girl's legs well apart, then sank her face with a wonderful feeling of sheer release into Eva's flavorful pussy.
She pressed her nose against the girl's clitoris and brought her mouth into sweet contact with Eva's cunt, moving her lips constantly and firmly, kissing and licking, sucking and tasting; until, with a violent shudder of ecstasy, Eva quivered throbbingly and pulsated in orgasm.
Maria kept sucking until the very last throb, and then began again her oral investigation of Eva's liquid orifice. The girl was by no means finished yet, Maria knew. There was still plenty of passion in her, and Maria was determined to give Eva the most exhaustive cunt-sucking she had ever received!
Eva's own mouth, meanwhile, had been busy at Sandra's pussy. Holding Sandra's ass steady with her up stretched hands, she was gradually bringing the girl to her first orgasm. Sandra squatted over the Hungarian, hands resting on Eva's breasts to keep her balance. She pressed her fingers into the minute buds of Eva's nipples, making them completely disappear into the fleshiness of the girl's brown peaks.
Her body thrilled as Eva's tongue stuck up deeply into her crouching, hole, wiggling around inside the hot orifice and giving her an intense feeling of pleasure. She wriggled in delicious sexiness as she thought how terribly exposed she was to Eva's eyes and mouth. So completely, so utterly exposed! Eva could see everything ... absolutely everything!
Sandra had never before felt so utterly naked, had never presented her genitals to such a complete and intimate scrutiny. It was as if she had shown Eva her very soul!
The realization that Eva was feasting her eyes and her lips on her sensitive sex parts and that she herself had encouraged the girl to do so, made Sandra feel as if she was tottering on the very brink of a bottomless precipice. She could no longer keep her balance and, gladly, with an ecstatic cry of release, the girl went pitching over the edge, abandoning herself to the joys of her frenzied climax.
The realization of Sandra's screaming climax set Eva launching into a fresh spasm of lust. She locked her ankles around Maria's back, holding the girl securely while she again relieved the violent itching which was teasing and tormenting her cunt.
In between sucks and kisses, Maria spurred her on, "That's right, my darling! Oh, yes! Oh, please! Give me some more-more, darling!" She licked the length of her tickling tongue up Eva's cunt. "It tastes so lovely, my precious! Keep coming ... "
Her own orgasm was now unimportant to her. Maria wanted only to bring Eva to the most intense climax the girl had ever known. It wasn't just the tiny voice inside her which was murmuring: "Remember your mission ... remember your mission!" No. Maria, burying her mouth and face deeply into Eva's cunt, felt again, though even more strongly, that overwhelming love for the girl which made even her job seem unimportant.
This was all that mattered! This giving of herself, this wonderful desire to lose herself completely in her intense love for Eva. She took a deep breath and, pushing her lips forward in a round pout, blew the air as slowly and sexily as possible into Eva's throbbing cunt.
It had the desired effect of making the girl go almost insane with pleasure. Eva thrashed and rolled on the low bed, almost dislodging Maria. The feel of the hot breath being blown steadily into her already over-heated, over-excited cunt, gave her a penetrating thrill which surpassed any she'd ever experienced.
Eva throbbed and throbbed, not stopping until she had to fight for breath and until the red haze which was gradually building behind her eyes had overwhelmed her utterly. Eva sank gratefully into its warm, mindless light, slipping into unconsciousness easily and without trying to fight the sensation.
Maria drew back at last from the sleeping girl, covered her with the sheet and kissed her gently on the forehead. Surely, having given Eva so much pleasure, she would fly with them to America willingly, and cooperate with their scientists? A troubled frown crossed Maria's face.
If she didn't ... Maria remembered Don's words. If she didn't, they would have to assassinate her.
She was still awake when the first light of dawn began to filter through the open tent flap. The lapping of the waves on the gently sloping sands had accompanied Maria's vigil of self-searching throughout the rest of the night, and they were now washing with the same unending rhythm, counter pointing the How of the girl's thoughts.
A shadow fell across the entrance to the tent. Maria looked up sharply. It was Don. The man beckoned to her, putting his finger on his lips, and she pulled her robe on and went out into the glorious sunrise.
They moved away from the tent, then Don said in a quiet voice, "Headquarters called me on the radio a little while ago. Apparently there's been a very high level conference on Eva." He paused for a moment, then said, "Whether she agrees to defect or not doesn't matter now. They've given me orders to kill her immediately!"
Maria gaped at him. "You can't be serious!" she exclaimed at last. "They wouldn't do a thing like that! They couldn't!"
He looked at her thoughtfully. "You've fallen for her, haven't you, Maria? That's what they hoped would happen, first of all. But that scheme has been overruled. By a higher authority than "Beta:. This is a lousy business, Maria. You know that as well as I do. No one makes any allowances for personalities in this game, and people get hurt, they get hurt all the time."
Maria was silent. There was no use in pleading with Don to give them a chance. He was far too dedicated to even bend the rules, let alone break them. She ought to have realized long ago that they'd counted on her falling in love with Eva. They'd wanted real sincerity from her when she kissed and fondled the girl and told her she loved her. A pretense, however skilled, would have been too risky.
A feeling that she'd been used, that her well-known affection for her own sex had been cleverly manipulated by the Intelligence men, filled her with self loathing. She felt dirty, tainted.
And now they'd decided not to go through with their original plan. "Why?" she heard herself asking Don. "Why don't they want her to defect? Didn't you tell them it's working, that she's almost certainly going to come over to us?" Maria could feel a lump rising ill her throat. After last night I m sure she'll do whatever I tell her."
"It's not as simple as that any more. Let me explain. First of all, they've established beyond reasonable doubt that Eva is perfecting the RPM. Secondly, they're certain she's the only person in the world capable of doing such a thing.
"Now, with Eva permanently on our side, the West will have a fantastic superiority over the Communists. Hence your original mission. But Headquarters suggested that if she's unpredictable if she'll defect to us out of an attraction to another woman, how can we be sure she won't be unstable enough to go back to the East when the infatuation wears off? Or at any rate, refuse to continue to work for us?
"And that's not all. WI1at we're doing is undercover work. Officially, no one knows about these espionage intrigues. But when It s made public, as it will have to be, that. Eva is now working for us, the Communists would have every incentive to start a nuclear war. They'd have nothing to lose, you see? For them the Radar-Proof Missile would be lost for ever and that means their hopes of world domination as well."
He went on, grimly: "At the very least, they'd call our bluff, threaten to send their missiles unless we surrendered Miss Harnecz. I can see their point. The situation is simply too explosive to risk. The West is ahead of the East in the missile race at the moment. So the simplest thing to do is remove Eva from the scene altogether. As long as they can't prove that our agents did it, we're all back to square once again.
"They should have thought of all this before they sent you after her, Maria," he said softly. "It's a lousy bloody trick. But you can see what's at stake can't you? We've got to kill Eva!"
Maria could feel the tears starting from her eyes. "Isn't there anything else we can do?" she asked brokenly. "Please, Don ... Anything at all?"
Don shook his head slowly and regretfully. "I'm afraid not." The first rays of the sun caught at something metallic in his hand. Maria looked at it. He was holding a gun as inconspicuously as possible at his side. So it was all over, she thought. Eva's life was out of her hands now. She could do nothing.
CHAPTER NINE
Maria caught her breath and thought again. There was something she could do. She could defect to the Communists and go back to Hungary with Eva. The idea stunned her and overwhelmed her at the same time, but she dare not let Don see the sudden change.
"Wait here. Maria." Don told her. "I'll make it as quick as possible. She's still asleep, isn't she?"
Maria nodded. He stepped past her moving swiftly towards the tent. There was no time to analyze her feelings. It was now or never!
She tensed her fingers straightening them in the karate position. Then she leaped forward, chopping the man viciously across the back of his neck as he stooped to move into the tent. He fell forward against the canvas sliding off it to the ground unconscious before his body slumped into the sand.
Quickly, Maria stepped over him. Eva and Sandra were awake staring at her as she entered and began to dress. Ignoring Sandra. Maria said: "Get your clothes on, Eva. I'm taking you back to Hungary. They're going to kill you and we haven't much time!"
The urgency was communicated to Eva and the girl hurriedly dressed, shooting frightened glances at Maria. When they were both ready, Maria snatched up their bags and grabbed Eva's hand.
"When Don comes to tell him I'm sorry!" she said to Sandra. "He won't understand, but tell him they can't treat people as if they were puppets ... not all the time, not the way they've treated me."
Against her better judgment and all common sense, Maria had landed in Nice to pick up Magda, Eva's maid. True, it was the last place Don would think of looking for them, but it was running a tremendous risk of discovery. Still, Eva said she couldn't leave the girl alone. Magda was probably being questioned (or even tortured) by the other Communist bodyguards who would suspect that the girl had something to do with the plot to kidnap her mistress.
And so they had taken a cab to Eva's hotel managing to get to the room Eva shared with Magda without incident. Eva went in first and Maria heard her give a loud sigh of relief. She put her head cautiously around the door. Eva and Magda were embracing and the room seemed to be empty apart from the two girls.
Maria sidled in, being careful to lock the door behind her. From her smattering of Hungarian, she could make out that Magda had been questioned by the security agents, but they had accepted her story that she knew nothing about Eva's disappearance.
Eva introduced them and Maria took Magda's hand and clasped it warmly. The girl was very attractive, she thought, appraising Magda's full, young figure. And she felt a moment's jealousy as she realized that Eva had, of course, known the girl very intimately.
"We must go," she said brusquely. "We can't waste tune. The plane will be re-fueled and ready to go by the time we get back to the airport."
Eva was listening to Magda who had begun to whisper quickly in her ear. She met Maria's eyes, looking rather mysterious. "Darling Maria," she said. I'm sure another hour won't make any difference. You see, Magda tells me that she has finished making a costume for me. I want so much to try it on!"
Maria stared at her in disbelief. "You can't be serious!" she exclaimed. "Every minute counts, yet you want to try on a damned dress!" She almost stamped her foot with impatience. "And you want to take a whole hour over it! You must be crazy! Come on, we've got to leave right now!"
"Oh, please, Maria!" Eva was like a child, pleading to be allowed to stay up late. A husky, little-girl tone crept into her voice. "It's something very special, something I've been looking forward to for so long! And it isn't exactly a dress, you know? It's much more exciting than that."
Maria could see that Eva was extremely anxious to show her the "something very special," and despite herself her own curiosity was aroused. "All right, then," she relented. "But please hurry up. Just try it on and then take it off again, We can't afford to waste time."
Excitedly, Eva hurried into the bedroom with Magda. Two minutes passed. Maria fidgeted nervously, glancing at her watch every few moments. At last the girls emerged again-and the garment Eva had been so eager to try on took her breath away.
It was a completely transparent piece of stretch nylon which fitted the beautiful girl's body so tightly that every part of her was visible. Yet the material fastened snugly around her neck and covered her entire body, coming like a body-stocking over her legs to end in stockings so sheer that her toe-nails and even the faint beauty spot just below her knee could be seen plainly.
Eva looked ravishing! Maria's eyes traveled slowly up and down the girl, taking in the sexy outlines of her crotch and breasts. Everywhere, from her toes to her neck, the material hugged her otherwise naked body with possessive, tingling tightness. Eva posed provocatively for her, turning so that Maria could admire her rear view; where the rounded cheeks of her buttocks were set off to perfection by the clinging tan hued material.
Magda stood proudly in the background, her eyes going from her mistress to Maria. She had worked hard to complete the bizarre costume for Eva and this was her reward-to see how adorable the girl looked in it.
"Come and feel it," Eva invited. "Come close to me, darling. Put your arms around me and touch me ... touch me all over!"
Maria felt herself moving as if entranced towards the nylon-encased girl. Her hands went out and she passed them around Eva, feeling a shock of sudden, electric excitement as her fingers stroked the sheer material. She ran her hands slowly up and down Eva's body, realizing that her buttocks were even more alluring and sexy with their coating of sleeky nylon.
Eva stood quite passively, hands at her side, while Maria caressed her. Her eyes felt heavy and she let them close. Everywhere, the garment encompassed her. It pressed into her crotch, drawn up tightly into the lips of her cunt. It swathed her breasts like a second skin, making her baby-nipples perk as stiff as they were able. It hugged her buttocks, constricting the cheeks with a lifting, constraining pressure that made them feel very precious and prominent.
Only one thing was missing; the feel of a really naked girl to press up against her, her flesh merging and rubbing against Eva's erotic "dress".
"Maria," she whispered. "Take your clothes off, darling! I want so much for you to be nude and rub your body into mine!"
Magda came quickly up behind her. The girl, probably sensing, what was required rather than understanding Eva s words, began to unzip Maria's dress. Maria let it fall to the ground. Magda unhooked her bra, slipped it over her shoulders, then turned her attention to Maria's panties.
Something inside her was preventing Maria from protesting that they should hurry. She felt (the image rushing unbidden to her mind), like a fly caught in a spider's web, transfixed, unable to see, knowing that to struggle would only make her prison more secure ... "
As Magda peeled her panties off, Maria felt the maid run her fingers lightly over her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. Mouth dry, Maria said "Don't you think Magda should undress too?"
Eva nodded gravely. It was as if the girls were taking part in some ancient, ordained ritual. She whispered something to Magda and the girl quickly removed her own clothes and stood at Eva's side facing toward Maria. The latter girl put her body against Eva's again, this time feeling the full significance of the silk on her now-naked flesh.
She urged herself forward into Eva, making the girl move slowly backwards. Together, locked m a tight embrace, they glided into the bedroom, Magda following closely, Marla kissed her silken lover and put her tongue between Eva's lips, working it sweetly into the girl's mouth and licking intimately around Eva's teeth, Easily, unhurriedly, the girls sank onto the bed and started to rub and caress each other's bodies.
The nylon made a noise like static crackling with every movement of Eva's limbs. All over the girl's legs, buttocks and breasts roamed Maria's hands, slowly and painstakingly covering every inch of the sheathed skin.
Magda came silently up onto the bed, maneuvering herself alongside their gently writhing bodies. She began to stroke Maria's ass, rubbing softly on the supple cheeks which seemed to attract her so intensely. Her other hand found Eva's left breast, rested lightly on the hot globe and began to play with it; making the luxuriously curved ball wobble deliciously under its silken prison.
Maria's hands worked their way beneath Eva's buttocks, she lifted the sensational mounds up and wriggled her fingers between them. Eva's crotch was damp through the tightly stretched nylon. The bulge of her cunt-lips had pressed so hotly against the material that her oppressed pussy had been forced to dribble a little of its love-moisture onto the clinging cloth.
Into Maria's open mouth Eva moaned: "Oh darling! I can't wait any longer! Please kiss me there, there, where your fingers are! Put your lips on my cunt and kiss me hard!"
Maria slithered down Eva's body, feeling the nylon brushing electrically against her nipples. She lay with her face lifted to Eva's marvelously shapely cunt-bulge and put her fingers on the girl's thighs. Then, almost savagely, she brought her mouth down onto Eva's cunt.
She kissed the pubic mound strongly, sinking her lips into the moist material. She drew a large portion of the flesh into her mouth and bit her teeth together over the succulent and intimate lips.
Through the thin, transparent material, she could taste the juices of Eva's cunt, pungent and wild. Her tongue poked frantically forwards, making the nylon sink into the luscious vulva; vainly trying to penetrate the fine cloth.
Sudden sensations at her own crotch told Maria that Magda was having more success. The maid had wriggled herself underneath Maria's body and was now lying with her mouth in direct line with the girl's pussy, beginning to lick her tongue into the pink lips. Maria realized that Magda's feet must be resting on the floor, her body curved to permit it her access to the fleshy treasure between Maria's thighs.
Until Magda's tongue had actually started to penetrate her vulva, she had been too absorbed with Eva to even notice the maid's movement!
Frustration welling up unbearably inside her, Maria tried again and again to tear the nylon away from Eva's body. It seemed to be impossible. The thread was too strong, the material too tight to even snatch up and rip. Yet Eva seemed to be enjoying herself as much as if Maria were kissing and sucking at her naked cunt!
Maria forced her tongue as hard as she could drive it against the impenetrable nylon sheath. She could feel Magda's lips and tongue doing things to her own cunt which made her squirm and wiggle with delight. But Eva's seemed to be completely inaccessible.
Maria had an idea! She closed her front teeth securely over the very tiny piece of nylon which was not adhering too tightly to Eva's flesh-the piece which covered the girl's actual cunt-and started to bite through the material.
She gnawed relentlessly on it, until finally it began to unravel. Quickly, Maria slipped her little finger into the small tear and, using her sharp nail, worked it into a hole which was large enough to admit her tongue!
Breathlessly, she poked her tongue through the tear in the nylon and into Eva's very wet pussy. It seemed to taste even more delicious than before, perhaps because of the difficulty she had experienced in getting her tongue into the slit. Maria transferred her hands to Eva's buttocks, again fondling the ass cheeks and lifting them to give her an easier penetration of the girl's cunt.
Maria ravished Eva's soft inner lips with her tongue, running up and down the narrow channel, dabbing it quickly from side to side, teasing by almost withdrawing it; keeping it absolutely still for a few moments, and then once more driving her tongue furiously into the girl's soft, fleshy pussy.
With her relaxation at finally gaining entrance to Eva's cunt, Maria became aware of the sweet and considerate things which Magda was doing to her own cunt. The maid had pushed her forefinger deep into the hole, working it in and out alongside her tongue.
Magda was paying very special attention to Maria's clitoris, knowing from the large size of the girl's sensitive bud that it was, perhaps, even more of an erotic zone than usual. The tip of her tongue rolled constantly over the fiery red protuberance, licking at it with an infuriating, sexy insistence that made Maria's head spin with pleasure.
Suddenly, Eva's hand gripped Maria's hair. "I'm starting to come!" she sobbed. "Oh, push into me, darling! Harder than ever! Feel me? Feel me coming? Oh, Maria, oh my darling!!"
She lifted her legs wildly, bearing down on the furiously cunt-licking Maria. Her body shook urgently, her fingers grabbed at Maria's long hair!
Maria kept her lips pressed as tightly as possible against Eva's violently pulsating cunt.
A familiar itchiness was growing around her own crotch and Maria realized that her climax was being speeded by Magda's tender ministrations.
She shifted slightly, moving so that her breasts pushed into Eva's tummy; the tautly stretched silk burning against her nipples. Magda moved with her, not releasing her tongue from its petting of Maria's pussy for a single moment.
Maria got her hands out from under Eva's buttocks and cupped the girl's breasts. Her fingers toyed greedily at the little nipples, plucking them up from Eva's silk-swathed tittles and pinching the boyish buds frenziedly.
Silky! So silky, so silky ... her mind kept repeating. The words drummed relentlessly through her brain. So silky ... so silky ...
She felt as if she was going completely insane. The phrase pounded in her head, seeming to How from her fingertips, course through her entire body and then revolve like a mad litany around her brain.
The nylon! Her mind screamed. Feel how superb it is! Feel how sexy it is! Feel the silkiness of the nylon!
The girl covered from head to toe in it! Beneath her, her flesh absorbed, her skin smothered with the clinging, swathing material! Eva! So naked and yet so securely wrapped in filmy, diaphanous nylon!
Maria realized dimly that she was crying aloud, babbling insanely about Eva's strange garment. She could feel herself becoming one with Eva, climbing into the silky nylon with the girl, their flesh melting together. Losing her own identity completely, existing only as fragmentary part of Eva's body.
With a violence that had never before accompanied her orgasms, Maria pumped her cunt on Magda's mouth! She smothered the girl's face, making her gasp for breath as she tried to satisfy Maria's terrible appetite.
Not until her body was stiff from exhaustion did Maria at last fall over onto her side, her eyes rolling, her lips bruised from their contact with Eva's hard-mounded cunt.
Many minutes passed before Maria came slowly back to reality. When she did open her eyes and focus them, she saw that Eva had moved off the bed. She looked quickly around the room.
There, posing vainly in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, stood the Communist girl. She seemed not to notice the presence of the others. She stared fixedly at her reflection and ran her hands up and down her silky body.
Maria walked across and stood by her side. Still Eva appeared to be oblivious of her. "Darling," Maria murmured softly. "We really must be going now. You'll have to get dressed." Eva made no reply. She continued to stare at herself, turning slightly to adopt a different stance, her fingers constantly moving over her breasts arid crotch.
Maria took her arm and shook it gently, "Come along, Eva," she insisted, "It's very important. We've got to leave ... "
When Eva still didn't move, didn't even glance at her, Maria grew a little afraid, "Eva!" she called loudly. "Look at me! Look at me, Eva!" Her voice was high-pitched and barely under control. "Eva!"
"I'm all silky," the girl whined suddenly. "Look at me! I'm so silky and sexy, aren't I?"
Maria's heart beat faster. There was an odd, faraway look in Eva's eyes. She swung the girl round to face her, her fingers biting into the softness of Eva's arms.
"Listen to me, darling," she commanded. "You're suffering from shock or something. Maybe you got too excited just now. But we've got to go! You must get dressed! Do you understand?"
Eva's eyes looked right through her. Maria shook the girl violently. "Eva!" she shouted. "Eva!"
"So silky ... so silky ... so silky ... !" the girl repeated in a dead monotone. Maria released her suddenly and backed away ... terrified! She remembered the way those very words had poured remorselessly through her own mind. And how she had felt on the very brink of madness!
Eva had turned back to the mirror as soon as Maria's hands left her. She sighed and touched herself in a horrifying travesty of narcissism, her every movement betraying the seeds of insanity which were quickly ripening in her mind.
Maria couldn't tell if this was merely a temporary breakdown or if Eva's brain had suffered permanent damage. But she knew that the girl was termed a genius and that she had been under a tremendous strain during the past years, working practically nonstop on her brilliant and revolutionary theories.
The crack-up may have happened anyway. But there was no escaping the fact that the events of the last day had contributed to this breakdown. Maria felt panicky, completely at a loss. If she took Eva back to Hungary in this state they would immediately suspect her of doing this to the girl deliberately. If she handed her over to the Western agents they would kill her. And the only other alternative to murder Eva herself-she knew she could never even consider.
Wasn't there some kind of symbolism associated with wanting to be wrapped entirely in a tightly clinging garment? Maria found herself wondering about the psychology of the question, probably to take her mind off the insoluble problem of deciding what action to take.
Probably it represented an overwhelming desire to return to the safety of the womb. Poor Eva. She certainly had a great deal to escape from. There was the pressure of her work, the feeling she must have of being no more than an object for East and West to fight over.
And then, the world came to an end for both Eva and Maria, as well as the poor Hungarian maid. With two heavy thuds, the door splintered open and the two bodyguards lurched into the room. The three sets of eyes stared at them mercilessly. One man held a large Luger in his hand, the other one (the one whom Maria had encountered in the restroom on the plane) had a much longer weapon-a pistol with a large silencer on it.
There was a "thump" sound and Eva fell to the floor, blood pouring from her heart. Another "thump" sound, and Magda joined her. And then the man smiled cruelly at Maria. She would never know if she heard the third "thump." The shot killed her immediately.
There was more shooting, however as the men left the room. Two Western Intelligence agents and four local policemen gunned them down. Don Cabot only stood in the background and watched. His lips twisted into a snarl.
He was not finished. He was not through. Coming through this episode seemed to have proved something to him.
