The Red Scare Page 4

  The woman finally peeled her mouth off Constance’s with an audible pop and dipped her blonde head down to the girl’s breasts in her greedy little hands, pushing the plush pair up as she did so. She stuck out her nasty tongue, ringed the tip of the wet, red appendage round and round Constance’s one swollen pink nipple, the other scrumptious jutter. Then she widened her licker out and lapped Constance’s left nipple, the right, stroking the stretched, glistening protuberances almost right off the girl’s large breasts. Constance shivered and gripped Adele’s shoulders, still stroking the lecherous lady’s cunt with her pussy-mounted hard-on.

  Adele sucked on Constance’s breasts, inhaling as much of the girl’s tit as she could and urgently vaccing, then popping off, leaving shiny nipple and sodden, quivering breast-flesh behind. Before sucking up Constance’s other tit, tugging on that one just as excitedly. She bounced her head back and forth, kneading breast-meat, sucking on the ultra-sensitive tips. Making Constance shake with the force of her lust.

  I rubbed up and down against the thin painted wood like that thick dildo of Constance’s rubbed up against Adele. In utter despair and delight. I hated to see the gorgeous red, white, and blue girl get so rudely handled and sucked by the traitorous totalitarian Adele; and yet, I loved it – watching the innocent get ravaged by the ruthless, revelling in the depraved debauchery of it all. My tits and pussy urgently dragged against the wall as far as I could allow them without popping free of the proceedings, my entire body one long, raw, pulsating nerve ending.

  And then I gasped anew, when Adele at last unhanded and unmouthed Constance’s gleaming, glowing chest-fruit and dropped to her knees at the girl’s dong. She grasped Constance’s pink pole at the platformed base and poured her mouth over the shaft, consuming a good half of the dildo in one hardy gulp. The whole sordid scene hit a new low, and high.

  Adele sealed her stretched lips around the strapped-on fuck-tool and then sucked, like it was real meat affixed to Constance’s loins. She bobbed her head back and forth, dragging her mouth up and down the dildo, pumping her fist against the leather platform and Constance’s pussy de facto. She stared up at the girl she was oralising, and Constance gaped down at her, the beauty’s jaw and breasts hanging.

  Constance didn’t know how to react at first. But then the tugging pull and pushing thrust of Adele’s dildo-sucking, the pressure of the woman’s hand against her pussy, forced Constance to grab up her breasts and knead the heated humps, roll her pointing hard nipples between her own fingers. Obviously turned on by the strange turn of events – or a lot better actor than the underworld of underground smut deserved.

  Adele only blew the dong for a minute or so. Just long enough to get the plastic all wet and warm for its real purpose to come. Then she sprang back up onto her feet, shed her directorial garb like a snake sheds its second skin. She stepped out of her jodhpurs, whipcord, and cotton more starkly naked than Constance, a tan and blonde – and Red! – sex maniac.

  Adele gripped Constance by the dildo and sealed their lips together again. Then she jerked back, and dove onto the bed, coming up with her small breasts clutched in her hands and her legs spread wide and welcoming. ‘Fuck me, Constance! Stick your big, pink clit in my pussy and fuck me!’

  That was one way of looking at it. I adjusted my unblinking orb to follow it, biting my lip like Constance was biting hers, both our bodies quivering. The glory girl walked over to the bed and the laid-out traitor as if in a trance – a soaking wet dream. The gleam on Adele’s pussy lips was visible even to my naked eye. Constance stopped at the foot of the bed, unsure, not wanting to take the plunge without pumping some information out of the woman first.

  ‘But, um, Adele, who do you really work for?’ she tried. ‘I mean, who gives you your direct –’

  Adele body-leapt close and hooked her ankles around the stammering girl’s hips, yanked Constance right off her feet and down onto the bed – on top of her waiting form. Constance’s wholesome (relatively speaking) body flopped onto Adele’s cunning contours, a skin-tight splash that shook the bed and my free world. Constance lay over the top of Adele, and the woman quickly dug her slim ankles into the girl’s lush buttocks and coiled her lithe arms around the girl’s curved back. Sealing the sexual deal tight.

  Constance was ensnared like a curvaceous, big-winged fly in a Red Widow’s web of sex, lies, and betrayal.

  Adele kissed the girl, hard, digging her nails into Constance’s back and her heels into Constance’s butt. Constance kissed back, just as hard, no other option left to her now. The questioning had been suspended, the loving at hand. My eyeball and body burned, the one shooting daggers, the other surging desire.

  ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’ Adele hissed between kisses.

  Constance arched her bum up, and Adele plunged a hand down, grabbed onto the dangling dong and jammed the curved tip into her wet, wanting pussy. Then she kicked Constance’s rigged bottom back down, slamming the dildo home in her cunt.

  ‘Yes!’ the woman screamed, hugging Constance like they were a pair of Russian dancing bears.

  Constance did her part, for country and cunt. She pumped her hooked hips, pistoning the dildo back and forth in Adele’s pussy. The girl’s buttocks clenched and shuddered divinely, white hills that rippled with erotic emotion and power. The bed creaked and the women moaned, breasts and bodies and mouths melding together; Constance humping juiced-up cunt with mounted plastic dildo and getting the leather platform blowback on her own sodden pussy.

  It was too much for any super-patriotic, super-sexed Lesbian-American to watch any longer. Things had gone too far in the dirty name of espionage. Communist fulfilment was out of the question – on my voyeur. I had to halt the impassioned proceedings before they went nuclear, escalated to Def-Come 1, and all.

  I tore my sticky form off the wall and burst out of Room 18 and into Room 17. The cavalry to the rescue of a damsel in harness.

  ‘Freeze!’ I wailed, booting the door open and drawing Constance’s .22 out of the back of my panties, pointing the business end at the pleasurous pair.

  The women yanked their mouths apart and twisted their heads around and gaped at me. I thought I spotted a twinkle of relief in Constance’s glassy blue orbs. I know I saw a storm of hatred spring up in Adele’s slitted grey glims. The fucking had ceased. The Cold War had gone cold again.

  ‘What the hell are you doing here!?’ Adele railed.

  I pursed a smile of triumph. ‘Saving the virtue of my country,’ I smugged.

  Then I gestured with the gun muzzle at Constance. ‘You can get up now, sweetheart. You’ve done your patriotic duty – below and beyond the call.’

  Constance scrambled up off Adele, her dildo gliding out of the woman’s pussy despite Adele’s frantic pelvic convulsing. The girl’s breasts bounced gleefully as she bounded back over to my side.

  ‘You’re making a big mistake, Megan!’ Adele rasped. ‘You don’t know what you’re –’

  ‘Stick a vodka cork in it, Mama Khrushchev! No one’s listening to your line of propaganda any more.’ I gestured again with the blue-steel pacifier. ‘Off the bed and against the wall. You’re going to see a show now, but you’re not going to play any role in it. You’ve been sidelined like the Berlin Blockade, buster.’

  Adele let out a venomous hiss and slithered off the bed, stalked over to the wall with my body prints on the other side.

  ‘Get that harness off,’ I said to Constance. ‘That’s no way to treat another lady. We’re going to finish this scene without the aid of apparatus, just girls glued together.’

  Constance beamed and unstrapped the dripping dildo, let it and the leather straps drop. Her panties were plastered to her pussy. It took the both of us to roll the soaking pair off. Then I stripped off my suit jacket, tie, shirt, pants, panties, and shoes, with the aid of Constance. Until I was bare-naked except for the handheld shooting hardware.

  We took up position on the bed – scissor position. We hunched on our bums and entwined our l
egs, bumping our bare pussies together. Constance moaned and gripped one of my knees, at the moist, tender, intimate touch. I groaned and gripped one of her knees, equally touched emotionally and erotically in between my legs, but keeping my gat trained on Adele squirming with anguish up against the wall.

  ‘This is how free Americans fuck!’ I spat at the woman, rubbing saltpetre into her gash. I humped my muff against Constance’s pretty pussy.

  We moved together, Constance pumping her pelvis too, her cunt against my cunt in rhythm. Our wettened fur and slippery lips rubbed together, a squishy, velvety friction that sent arcs of delight coursing through our convulsing bodies. We moved faster and faster, stoking our raging inferno of lust, our clits sparking together.

  Constance gritted her white teeth and flung her curved hips and cushiony pussy into the sensational scrubbing action. Her breasts shuddered and shivered, her legs trembling, nails biting into my knee. I humped back just as hard and as fast, my eyes jumping from Constance to Adele, back to Constance, my gun almost steady. The frantic-eyed Commie was quivering rigid against the wall, faced with the fucking she’d never get, her little fists balled and thin body shaking.

  Constance and I thrust into each other in a frenzy, our buffing cunts blazing together, joined molten where it mattered most, going nuclear. We didn’t have our fingers on the red button, we had our pink button on each other’s button, our clits tripping, triggering searing, explosive all-out sexual annihilation.

  Constance’s mouth broke wide open and she screamed, her body and breasts jumping, her pussy squirting hot joy into my erupting cunt. I went off like the 4th of July, jerking, jolted by pure, wet, superheated pleasure joyously ground into and through me by Constance. We bucked and shrieked, riding total ecstasy as close and as sexily as two women can.

  The nefarious Adele tried to escape as Constance and I melted together at the pussies and into each other’s arms. But I shot off with the gun, as well as my pussy, spackling the wall just in front of Adele with hot lead, halting her dead and Red in her treasonous tracks. Allowing Constance and I to cling and rock together, fully enjoying the multiple orgasms that rippled through our glued pussies and bodies in waves.

  ‘You’d better go now, Constance,’ I said, when we finally eased our sticky sexes apart with a soggy squelch. ‘You stay,’ I said to Adele, hefting the heater.

  Constance jumped off the bed and into her clothes. Then she smacked me a kiss on the lips and chirped, ‘See you back at my place?’

  ‘Count on it,’ I replied with a lascivious grin.

  Constance blew me a final sweet smooch and then slipped through the door.

  Adele snarled, ‘You’ll never see her again.’

  ‘Save your lies for the Politburo,’ I grated at her. ‘You’re under citizen’s arrest – patriotic citizen’s arrest.’

  Me and the gun got up off the bed. I spun Adele around like a Matryoshka nesting doll and slapped the sex toy handcuffs onto her wrists. Then I went to the phone and dialled the Feds.

  I was already rehearsing my acceptance speech in front of J. Edgar and Ike.

  Chapter Four

  ‘What were you two thinking?’ Special Agent Oscar Dewey roared at Adele and me.

  Miss Katz and I were seated on a pair of hard wooden chairs in a small, spare room located in the bowels of FBI headquarters. The both of us on the receiving end of a verbal beating the red-faced, bellowing man in the room would’ve desperately liked to turn physical, if he wasn’t sworn to higher standards. It was hardly the ticker tape reception I’d envisioned when I’d handed Adele over to the authorities.

  ‘I didn’t know she would tip Constance off,’ the woman now whined, jerking her head at me. ‘I knew she was dumb – being a PI – but I didn’t think she’d be that stupid. I just hired her to dig up some more dirt on Constance – using her sleazy private investigation tactics that you federal officers, and I, aren’t able to use.’ She smiled ingratiatingly at Mount Dewey. ‘She was the one who –’

  ‘I didn’t know she was secretly working for the government,’ I squealed, jerking my head at Adele, cutting off her plea of ignorance and starting my own. ‘How was I supposed to know she was the using the phoney pro-Red publishing front and her contact with Constance as an angle to infiltrate a nest of Soviet female spies preying on lesbian secretaries and assistants of high-ranking government officials?’ I tisked my head at Adele, said in all earnestness to the rumbling Dewey, ‘She withheld that vital info –’

  ‘Shut up!’ the agent erupted. He clenched his massive fists, his huge nostrils huffing steam like a runaway locomotive, steam coming out his beet-red ears too.

  ‘I just wanted to get things moving.’ Adele added frustration to the fire. ‘The investigation was stalled. You came to me because Constance was using my art book modelling as a cover and contact point for Washington area security-cleared lesbians, and I thought maybe a PI could get us some real goods on the girl that I wasn’t getting, though I was certainly trying. I just didn’t count on the bungling incompet –’

  ‘I was just doing what I thought was my duty, officer.’ I interjected fuel to the flame. ‘Acting patriotically with the information provided. I can give you a complete description of the political secretaries and female State and Defence Department employees I saw Constance meet with. At least, what they were wearing. I didn’t get a good look at their faces, because Constance was in the way. But you can certainly arrest them for –’

  Dewey slammed his fists down on the small wooden table in front of me and Adele, his face florid as Mars. The pair of us jumped, wetting our panties both.

  Special Agent Lindsey Potter pulled her colleague’s knuckles out of the pine and patted him on the broad, tremoring back. ‘Unfortunately, those women hadn’t done anything yet,’ the tall, athletic-looking redhead informed us. ‘Constance had only just started cultivating them, and others, with access to state secrets and classified documents. They hadn’t handed anything over to her yet – either voluntarily, or through blackmail, which I’m sure Constance would’ve used, if necessary.’

  ‘Well, I didn’t –’ Adele and I both started to pipe.

  Until Dewey bellowed rhino-like and charged out of the room. And Potter held up a hand.

  When the door on the interrogation cell slammed shut, Lindsey went on, ‘Don’t worry, ladies. We weren’t going to let Constance seduce really important information out of those women. In fact, we were going to blackmail – I should say, we were going to recruit them ourselves, to feed Constance and her comrades false information.’

  Lindsey smiled and ran a hand through her fine, red hair, her clear blue eyes glancing from Adele to me.

  We both breathed a shuddering sigh of relief.

  I turned to the sometime phoney pro-Red, full-time smut publishing maven. ‘Well, Adele, at least we know Constance’s true colours now. We’ll be able to spy her for sure, if she ever sets foot in this town again.’

  Adele snorted and nodded.

  Then all three of us turned our gaze downwards – to the glossy, black and white 8 x10 of the aforementioned sexy Red spy lying on the wobbly table. It was a full-body shot of Constance in sheer black bra and sheer black panties, the girl gripping an uncoiled whip in one hand and dangling a pair of handcuffs in the other. She was smiling seductively, her dark hair cascading her bare, white shoulders in waves, her nipples poking the flimsy tips of the bra, pussy mound outlined by the thin panties.

  We all looked up at each other together. And I suddenly got the warm, wet, euphoric feeling that our country was still safe from the Red Menace; and that this particular official interrogation session was about to turn highly personal for all concerned – thanks to the sultry Soviet agent at the centre of our attention.

  Lindsey locked the door of the cell, shutting Agent Dewey out of the proceedings. Classifying it: restricted, for women only.

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