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.