“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.
