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?"