Then his eyes brightened briefly. Of course! The perfect type of lubrication was readily at hand! He left the asshole for a moment, moving his fingers a little further under Erica's crotch, until they came into intimate contact with her already liquid cunt.
He touched his prick, sliding the hard rod a little further into her pussy and making more room for his fingers. At the touch of his caress, the girl secreted more of her juices, anointing the tips of his fingers abundantly.
Don took the opportunity to give her a short but satisfying fondling, pushing his forefinger alongside his cock and easing it gently into the tight confines of her cunt. The rich and abundant cunt juices creamed lavishly over his fingers as he wriggled the sleek outer lips well apart to make room for his searching digit.
When he was well supplied with the intimate cream, Don pulled his finger out of her cunt, letting the slit close again over his cock's head. Then, once more back to Erica's anus, this time, his finger plentifully moistened by the girl's own love secretions.
As he had anticipated, Don found that the finger slipped easily into her succulent anus, sliding in right to the knuckle without meeting too much resistance. But, God, how tight it was! He could feel Erica's asshole clenching rigidly around his exploring finger, the soft, fleshy walls clamped like a vise!
She pushed her body quickly downward, forcing his prick to penetrate her cunt with one steady, surging upward thrust. She didn't stop pushing until she could feel that its entire length was firmly embedded in her. And then she began to twist her hips in a circular grinding action, working steadily to make every bit of her pussy feel the hard tool of desire which had entered her.
Through the thin membrane dividing Erica's back and front passages, Don felt his penis throbbing. His finger touched the underside, he could plainly make out the ridge of flesh around the head. And as he automatically began to fuck the girl, the driving action of his prick was like a piston, relentlessly coursing ill and out of her in a steady, thrusting rhythm.
Erica lifted her face up, offering her mouth to him in a sweetly innocent gesture of trust. Their tongues merged, meeting like old friends. It was as thrilling for him as the first time had been, but with the additional pleasure of knowing her and being able to relax completely with her now.
As they kissed, Erica groped down between their bodies until her fingers could close over his cock. She slipped her forefinger and thumb around its base, forming them into a thickly gripping circle.
As he withdrew from her cunt and paused a moment before the next long, slow and satisfying lunge inward again, the girl gave the entire length of his prick a beautifully voluptuous caress, rubbing the circle she had made with her thumb and finger up and down his thick and well-moistened shaft.
At the same time, Don began a very slow, very deliberate fucking of her anus with his index finger. Moving so gradually that the eye could scarcely tell whether it was in motion or not, he slid the finger in and out of the girl's sensitive asshole, getting a renewed thrill each time he reinserted it.
Time had completely stopped, and his entire being was concentrating upon giving Erica as much pleasure and excitement as he possibly could. But, finally, neither of them could delay their climaxes a moment longer.
Erica started to bite his tongue, her sharp even teeth teasing and nibbling at it, while her body began to shake all over. Every muscle, every nerve screamed for release!
She was twisting herself in his arms, frantically pressing herself down onto the cock which filled her cunt to thick, wonderful capacity. Her head suddenly lolled backwards as she reached the summit of her lust and he felt his prick jump and tingle with a surging power! Don launched himself at last on his frantic flight to ecstasy; knowing a delirium, a bliss that surpassed every other experience he had had.
And when he thought that there wasn't a single drop of cream left in him, Erica suddenly fought to press her thighs tightly together. She held his prick in an iron grip between her legs, at the same time fingering his balls so teasingly (nails scratching with the barest suggestion of sadism) that he shot a further stream of his come into her, feeling it jet out of the top of his cock in a violent, pulsing arc.
And then, they clung to each other as closely and as tightly as possible; seeking to prolong the warmth and the intimacy which they had known. He held her hot and trembling body against himself, and she sobbed against his chest.
The luminous hands of his watch caught his eye. They pointed to 12:45 a.m. Gently, he roused the girl, kissing her back into wakefulness.
'It's late,' he told her softly. 'The plane leaves quite soon.' She stirred in his arms, reluctantly leaving the state of sleepy bliss which had stolen over her. 'You'd better get dressed and I'll see you after take-off,' he was saying.
She touched up her eye shadow in the one mirror and slipped into her uniform. Her body shivered and she couldn't be sure whether it was due to the fear inside her or to the cold air coming in the window Don had opened.
Acting as cheerfully and as naturally as she could, Erica kissed him goodbye. 'You'd better get a move on,' she said. “You're supposed to check-in at the airport by 1:15 a.m.'
'Yes,' he replied. 'Don't worry. I'll be there.' Don ran his hand over her face, stroking the softness of her cheek. 'Don't forget to mail the package for me, will you?'
She nodded quickly, feeling her lower lip starting to tremble. So he still believed he wouldn't make it! She picked up her handbag and walked to the door.
'Why don't you come with me?' she asked him. 'It doesn't matter if I'm a bit late.'
Don shook his head. 'No,' he said. 'I'd rather we went separately. I've got a couple of things to do before I leave, anyway.'
Erica opened the door, gave him a brief wave of her hand and was gone. He could feel his throat constricted, a strange feeling of opportunities missed nearly overwhelming him. Using every ounce of his training, the man pulled himself together and got dressed. He picked up his small attachй case and then rang down to the desk and asked for a taxi.
The clerk was extra friendly, it seemed to Don, as he paid his bill and waited for the receipt. The stocky little man was not at all so serious and aloof as he had been during most of his stay.
“Your taxi is right outside, sir,' the man said, bowing and clicking his heels when he handed over the receipt. 'I hope your stay in Budapest was pleasant. Please… come back again… '
Was there something ominous in the tone of the pudgy little man's voice when he spoke those last words? How stupid at me, Don thought, once again looking forward with new confidence to seeing a great deal more of Erica Sondgaard. He quickly opened the door of the waiting taxi, its motor already running.
'Very clumsy of you, Mr. Cabot!' a shrill voice greeted him in a thick accent, and a gun pressed painfully into his stomach.
Chapter 3
Immediately, there was the pressure of a gun barrel at Don's back too, and another thick voice ordered him to proceed into the back seat of the cab. He had absolutely no choice but to obey. He had walked so neatly into their trap. He should have suspected it from the attitude of the desk clerk, from the taxi that was already waiting, its motor running. As he slumped into the seat between the two Communist gunmen, he thought surely he was a dead man.
When the car sped off toward the old Pest area of the city, Don had no idea where they were taking him. It was all their game now, and the two agents were holding the big pistols at each temple of his head, talking in Hungarian and laughing. But their eyes were riveted on Don. They were ready, even eager, it seemed, for him to make the one suspect move that would provide them with an excuse to blow off the top of his head.
After a quarter of an hour, Don guessed, the car made a quick, squealing turn into a driveway, barely slowing down at all until it drove through the portals of a court, the gates held open for them, and then immediately closed, by two men in dark suits. The courtyard surrounded a large, stucco-like house on three sides, the front entrance to the big home obviously on the next parallel street.
The men took him into a room on the ground floor of the house, pushed him down into a chair and quickly bound his hands and legs, passing the rope from his ankles to his waist and then tying it tightly around his neck. If
