Candy Mann - Lusty Lady Lovers

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.