Candy Mann
Lusty Lady Lovers

Chapter 1

"… 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. amp; 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.