It was after midnight when Jill awakened from sleep, troubled by restless dreams. She'd fallen into bed as soon as she got home, the unaccustomed amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the afternoon sending her to sleep immediately. Now she glanced at the alarm clock which she'd set beside the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. How could it be so late when it was still not really dark outside? But the clock read 12:15, and much to her annoyance she realized that she was wide awake.
For twenty minutes or so she tossed and turned on the comfortable bed trying to fall back to sleep, but although the mattress was firm and flat and the coverlet soft as a cloud, she was plagued by disturbing thoughts of her actions of the day before. Although she tried her usual method of letting her mind drift in a warm languid sea, she now found herself staring wide-eyed at the dimly lit window, promising herself to sew some curtains tomorrow. Then the irrepressible guilty memories of her body's unaccountable reaction in the porno shop and later when Erik had kissed her returned to haunt her.
"Damn!" she muttered at last, tossing off the feather-filled quilt and making her way into the kitchen. "If I can't sleep now, I'll be useless at my interviews tomorrow." Perhaps a drink would help… there was that bottle of whiskey that Erik had given her. Although the young redhead rarely drank alcohol, she felt that she needed something to shut off the throbbing thoughts that kept her from sleep. If only she'd thought to bring more sleeping pills with her on the plane. But it was too late for "ifs" now – a drink would have to suffice.
She poured a generous amount of Johnny Walker Black Label into a glass she found in the small kitchen cabinet, then added ice cubes from the refrigerator. Settling back in her bed, she sipped at the drink. It burned unpleasantly at first – this was the first time the young girl had ever tried Scotch – but after a few minutes she felt the alcohol warming her blood stream and relaxing her. Suddenly she wanted a cigarette. Rising again, she found her handbag and reached in for the half-opened pack she'd left there, but the first thing her groping hand unearthed was the parcel from the porno shop.
Jill's hand shook slightly as she gingerly placed the forbidden package on the chair beside the bed and dug out her cigarettes. Staring fixedly at the brown paper parcel, she lit a Marlboro and downed the rest of the whiskey, then returned to the kitchen to refill the glass. When she returned to her bed, the package was still staring at her, and with trembling hands she began to unwrap it.
The top magazine happened to be the very one she'd noticed in the porno shop that afternoon, the one with the naked girls lying across two motorcycles. For a moment the young redhead stared at the cover, not daring to open it. The blood was pounding in her temples and that shameful heated ache was beginning to burn up between her naked thighs once again. Jill pressed her legs tightly together in an attempt to stifle the unwanted sexual sensation, but her efforts only served to further excite her already throbbing clitoris.
I'm just being silly… it's all in my imagination, she insisted to herself, unwilling to admit that her body seemed to be in control of her brain. I'm just looking at these pictures as part of my research,-that's all. And with this rationalization, she opened the glossy booklet to the first picture.
Two pretty mini-skirted girls were walking along a country lane, and Jill was surprised to see how normal they looked. They could have been any ordinary girls – herself even – and this somehow made the picture more exciting than if they had been stereotype whores. The photography was done so well that the fascinated redhead seemed to feel the hot sunshine on her own body… to smell the fragrant summer flowers… to sense the tall wild grass brushing against her bare legs. Willing herself to ignore the forbidden pulsation deep in her loins, the innocent female student flipped over the page to stare in consternation at the following picture.
Two muscular leather-jacketed motorcyclists had driven up beside the startled young girls and were leering at them with lewd insolence. Jill shivered, clamping her own ass-cheeks together as a delicious electrical jolt of fearful anticipation coursed through her body. She glanced at the overleaf, then gave a little involuntary gasp as she saw that the burly motorcyclists had forced the horrified girls to the ground beside the road and were ripping off their clothes. The blonde girl's full white breasts were pressed down hard into the grass, and Jill's hand cupped one of her own warmly pulsing breasts in unconscious identification as she seemed to feel the scratching blades and twigs rubbing against her own sensitive flesh.
The excited redhead's breath came in quick little gasps as she realized that these girls had actually lain naked beside the country road, right out in the open where anyone could come along and see them!
Taking a gulp of the whiskey, Jill quickly flipped the page over. Her mouth gaped open as she gazed in curious fascination at the two muscular males who had unzipped their trousers and stood, enormous cocks in hand, menacing the nakedly cringing girls below them. Every pulsing vein on their huge shafts of male flesh was visible, and the inexperienced young girl thought she had never seen anything so obscene in her life. Their penises were so big… how could they possibly fit into a woman's vagina… what would it feel like to a woman?
Without realizing she was doing so, Jill continued to massage the smooth resilient flesh of her left breast until the nipple rose in excited erection. The wet aching throb in her pussy grew more insistent, and the flushed young girl involuntarily squirmed her firm round buttocks against the bed sheet to relieve the pressure of the tight crotchband of her panties against her moistly heated vagina.
Almost eagerly, the unwillingly aroused young redhead turned to the next page. One of the burly males had forced his gigantic penis between the subserviently kneeling brunette's lips, and she was sucking it so deeply into her mouth that Jill wondered how she kept from gagging. She'd known, of course, that some people did things like this, but she'd certainly never expected to see a photograph of it. Waves of rippling excitement began to quiver throughout her entire young body so strongly now that she was unable to ignore them any longer. Glancing down, she saw her own hand wantonly kneading her swollen breast and instantly jerked it away. Oh God, she must be just as evil and perverted as the people in these photographs!
The glass beside her was empty, and she rose and went into the kitchen to refill it, her firm-fleshed thighs rubbing teasingly against each other as she walked. God, this was absurd! Her very own body was betraying her, and she couldn't seem to stop it from happening. What was the matter with her? For the first time in her life, the auburn-haired student felt a strong need for alcohol to deaden the reality of what was happening to her.
As Jill settled down in the bed again, the crotchband of her panties bunched up against her feverishly swollen pussy-lips. That must be it, she decided, thankful for a logical explanation for her shameless arousal. The panties were just too tight. She'd take them off and then everything would be all right.
Quickly slipping one hand beneath her lightweight pink nightgown, the troubled redhead pulled off the lace-edged panties and tossed them onto the floor. In the process, her finger grazed against the wetly pulsating slit of her pussy, and when she hurriedly withdrew it she could see that the tip glistened with the lewd secretions of her excited vagina.
I'll just put these obscene magazines away, she told herself firmly, slapping the glossy pamphlet shut. With unsteady hands she lifted the refilled glass to her lips, took a deep swallow of the burning liquid, then picked up the magazine again. Well, I'll put it away as soon as I finish this drink, she surrendered.
The next picture was even more obscene than the previous ones had been, and Jill realized with dismay that the removal of her panties hadn't done the least bit of good. In fact, now that her aroused young pussy was naked beneath the flimsy short nightgown, the salacious sensations felt even more vivid than before. The breathless young woman ground her inflamed vagina against the bed as she gaped at the second man in the picture. He knelt between the blonde girl's widespread legs, his head buried in her thighs and his tongue curling like a thick red snake into the forbidden recesses of her hair-lined cunt. Jill's own pussy throbbed in sympathetic reaction, and she had to forcefully restrain her hand from slipping down toward her burning vaginal lips. The confused redhead swallowed some more of the soothing Scotch and was suddenly aware of the effect the strong alcohol was having on her body. Her head swam and for a moment the photograph in front of her blurred to a rainbow haze. Then her eyes once again focused, and Jill found herself staring at the wanton expression on the naked blonde girl's pretty face. Her features were contorted into a mask of depraved ecstasy, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted act of cunnilingus, that – in spite of the photographer being present – she was receiving a pleasure more intense than anything the inexperienced redhead had ever imagined possible. His tongue must feel so good, so hot and hard and obscenely alive as it flicked in and out of this blonde woman's swollen pussy lips. Suddenly Jill realized that she wanted to feel this herself, needed to feel it more than she'd ever needed anything else in all of her twenty-two years. For a second she thought of her ex-boyfriend back in America. If he tried to do this to her now she'd never be able to resist him.
The curvaceous redhead's hand inched beneath her short nightgown, and this time she did not try to stop it. All thought of right and wrong faded from her whiskey-befogged brain, and the aroused young girl knew only that the urgent desire pulsating up between her thighs had to be satisfied, that it had to be satisfied now.
A little groan escaped her lips as her trembling fingers touched the soft tendrils of hair on her naked pussy mound. Her thighs jerking slightly apart in forbidden excitement, she turned her attention back to the photographs.
In the next picture, the camera had returned to the brunette girl who was sucking eagerly on the half-naked motorcyclist's long thick cock. The tendons of her slender white throat stood out starkly as she hungrily strained to milk every drop of his spurting cum from the man's invading penis, while from one corner of her ovalled mouth ran a lewd trickle of thick white semen.
"Oh no!" Jill gasped aloud, horrified yet nevertheless unable to take her eyes off the obscene sight. It was dirty, sick… yet as her hand hovered hesitantly above her quivering vaginal lips she was unable to deny the heated excitement rising deep in her virginal loins. Her usually incisive, logical mind seemed to have melted into a liquid pool of pure physical sensation, and the normally calm and controlled young student felt that she was being compelled by forces she could neither understand nor resist. What was happening to her anyway? What was the matter with her? Why couldn't she put the perverted pamphlet aside, pick up a textbook and read until she fell asleep? Why was she allowing herself to lie here fingering herself while she looked at these depraved pictures? It was repulsive, humiliating – yet she could not stop herself from turning to the next page with a forbidden flutter of anticipation.
The men were completely naked now, their sweat-slickened muscular bodies gleaming in the bright summer sunlight. The one with the blonde girl was kneeling between her widespread legs. His huge pole of flesh was sunk all the way into her hair-fringed pussy, and the camera clearly showed her vaginal lips clinging tightly around his massive penis. Since the shot was taken from behind him, Jill could not see his face, but she could see the expression of utter wanton bliss on the girl's features as his heavy testicles slapped against her bare white buttocks. Jill had always thought that it would hurt terribly to have a man's penis inside her vagina, that's what her mother had always claimed, but now she didn't know what to believe. The girl in the photograph obviously loved it, and her grimace of ecstasy seemed far too intense to have been faked for the camera.
Through the open window drifted the sounds of a church bell chiming one o'clock and the footsteps and drunken laughter of a group of revelers, but the erotically stimulated young girl did not hear them. All of her energy was concentrated on running her hand along the moistening slit of her cunt as she gazed in consternation at the last picture in the book. It couldn't be true – it just couldn't! The innocent young law student had never dreamed of such a thing. Yet there was the photograph, vivid as life, and she knew that the powerfully-built motorcyclist was actually shoving his long enormous cock into the dark-haired girl's rectum! The thick, angry-red shaft was sunk almost to the hilt, with only an inch or so of wetly glistening white flesh visible, and the man's face was a mask of animalistic brutality as he ground into her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks.
Oh God! Jill's hand shook so violently that the obscene publication slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor along with the brown paper parcel. Reluctantly withdrawing her caressing hand from between her trembling thighs, she reached down to retrieve the magazines. Much to her surprise, her fingers closed around a slender oval object. What in the world was that? she wondered as she curiously lifted it from beneath the bed.
The thing was about eight inches long and as thick as a fat cigar, and was fashioned from pink plastic. At once the aroused redhead recognized what it was, but she continued to hold it between her two trembling fingers, not wanting to believe her eyes. Erik had put a vibrator in the package of magazines! Oh God, why had he done that? Had he actually thought that she would use the lewd imitation penis? He'd seemed so nice and polite, not at all the sort of sick pervert who would do a thing like this. Jill stared in fascinated repulsion at the pink dildo quivering in her unsteady hand as her normally rational brain groped in confusion for an explanation. Could Erik possibly have thought that this obscene object could help her with her research? Perhaps Danes didn't think of masturbation as an evil, forbidden act… or maybe this was his idea of a joke.
Worst of all, the despairing redhead realized that her body was beginning to churn with heated temptation. The fiery ball of lust that her fingers had ignited deep in her belly had become a raging fire burning out of control, and she knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop herself now. The salacious pictures and two tumblers of whiskey had conspired to reduce her willpower to a mindless mass of tormenting physical need.
Her mind reeling dizzily, Jill Duncan began to caress the lewd cock-shaped instrument with almost fearful fingertips. It grew warm beneath her hand, and her alcohol-clouded brain imagined that she was touching a real penis just like those in the pictures. Uttering a soft sigh of defeat, she unbuttoned her short nightie and ran her green eyes slowly over her white-skinned body. The two full mounds of her breasts rose proudly before her eyes, their rose-tipped nipples already tautly puckered with arousal. Below them, her smooth flat belly and naked pussy mound met her gaze, the red tendrils of pubic hair gleaming like burnished gold in the dimly lit room.
For the first time in her life, the dedicated law student felt a sense of pride in her voluptuous body. Up until now, she'd felt faintly uneasy about her lush well-rounded shape, and had tried to de-emphasize her large breasts by wearing restricting brassieres and high necklines. In her parent's home the human body with its functions and needs was rarely mentioned, and even going down to breakfast in her nightgown would have been unthinkable. Jill could recall her mother warning her not to wear patent leather shoes because they might reflect what was up under her skirt. She also remembered the time when a nudist colony was organized in the countryside five miles away from the small New England town where her parents lived – Mother had been one of the leaders of the community that forced the nudists to leave. Since she'd been away at college the young redhead had come to scoff at a number of her parent's old-fashioned Puritanical ideas, but many of their attitudes were nevertheless deeply entrenched in her subconscious.
Now, as Jill lay thousands of miles away from those seemingly ancient memories, she reveled in the new found pride in her feminine curves. Her full white breasts and firm-fleshed thighs were every bit as lovely as those of the girls in the lurid pictures in the porno magazine, and a forbidden rush of excitement coursed through her trembling loins at the titillating thought of a man's lustful eyes running over her sensual young body, desiring her just as much as the men in the photographs desired those women.
With another little sigh, she lifted the pink dildo and trailed it over the swollen mounds of her ripe full breasts, flicking it lightly over the sensitive nipples until they once again quivered into a rigid erectness. Her naked buttocks began to move in a subtle squirming motion against the sheet in response to the lewd sensations rippling from her swollen breasts. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, the excited young girl let the pornographic photographs run before her mind's eye. It was easy to imagine that this inanimate plastic object caressing her breasts was a real male penis, and that she was lying on the grass about to be ravished by some man's brutal relentless cock.
Jill's breath came in long hoarse gasps as she allowed one hand to slip downward over the satin smooth flesh of her firm belly while the other hand continued to tease at her breasts with the dildo. For a moment her finger flicked at the sensitive little hole of her navel, sending a throbbing tingle of desire directly to her vagina. Her hand inched lower until it felt the first soft strands of pubic hair curl through her fingers.
Opening her eyes, the passionately aroused young student stared with lewd curiosity at the sight of her own hand nestled between her milk-white thighs. She spread her long slim legs wide apart and let her outstretched middle finger slip down lower, stifling a gasp as her trembling fingertip grazed the sensitive little bud of her clitoris hidden among the red-gold strands of pussy hair just at the top of her vaginal slit. The unexpected intensity of the violent spasm that shot out from her clitoral bud to every nerve end of her lust-tortured body shocked the inexperienced young girl. It was as though all the shameful sensations that had plagued her during this strange day had been condensed into that one agonizing electric jolt, and she began to understand all too well exactly what it was that had caused the look of abandoned ecstasy she'd seen mirrored on the girls' faces in the porno photographs.
At this last thought, Jill came to her senses. Jerking her hand away from the trembling little bud of her clitoris, she stared in self-disgust at the pink plastic instrument pressed obscenely against her breast. Oh God, she was evil, evil and sick! She'd actually been planning to put that horrible thing into her pussy. She was lying there looking at dirty pictures and masturbating like some disgusting pervert. It was an image that clashed with everything she believed in, and the dismayed young woman didn't know how she was ever going to be able to live with this terrible knowledge of her own corrupt depravity.
Overcome with guilt, Jill pulled the lewd object away from her quivering nipple and twisted it between her trembling fingers as she strove to dispel the torturous tremors of lustful need coursing relentlessly through her aroused loins. Then she screamed out loud as the imitation penis seemed to come alive in her hand – she had unwittingly activated the batteries inside – and the vibrating plastic penis fell from her grasp to land upon her smooth white belly.
The sensation of the vibrating artificial penis against her naked flesh was more than Jill could stand. All thoughts of resisting her lewd desires fled from her lust-fevered mind as her hand clutched the plastic object and began to move it in slow circles across her belly, up to her swollen breasts and then down to the hair-fringed opening of her vagina. Her buttocks jerked spontaneously as the artificial cock-head parted the sparse red-gold pubic curls to touch the tiny hidden bud of her clitoris. A lewd gurgle of irrepressible delight bubbled from deep in her throat. So this was what a man's penis felt like, God, it was wonderful!
Kicking the sheet away from her long slender legs and spreading her thighs as wide apart as possible, the aroused redhead tentatively slid the warm penis-shaped vibrator along the quivering slit of her moisture-drenched vagina and then back up to her eagerly pulsating clitoris. Finally, moaning helplessly, she pushed the quivering instrument slowly up inside her tight virginal pussy.
At first it seemed that the powerfully throbbing shaft-like device was too thick to fit into her never-before-penetrated pussy lips, but it finally slid through her desire-lubricated cuntal mouth and about three inches up into her tight-clasping vaginal channel. It was the most incredible sensation the young law student had ever felt in her life, an intense mingling of pain from the newly stretched cuntal muscles and relentless waves of indescribable pleasure that coursed endlessly over the entire length of her voluptuous body. If only she could get the artificial cock all the way inside… but it wasn't possible to penetrate past the restraining membrane of her hymen. Nevertheless, it still felt obscenely wonderful, and finally the curvaceous redhead surrendered completely to her depraved desires and began to wantonly writhe upon the bed, her smooth white buttocks undulating upward to meet the penetrating strokes of the battery driven penis that was rhythmically slipping in and out between her hungrily clasping pussy lips.
Lewd little cries of licentious delight issued from Jill's throat as she desperately pulled the pulsating mechanical penis out of her straining pussy vagina and sawed back and forth along her hair-lined slit. Then she returned it to her tight little cunt! Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut, she began to thrash her young virgin body even more wildly on the rumpled bed. In a sudden flash of obscene inspiration, the inexperienced girl moved her left hand down to the erect bud of her clitoris. It felt bigger now than it ever had in her entire life, and Jill continued to rub at the swollen bud, while, at the same time, shoving the vibrator madly in and out of her clasping pussy lips, intensifying the heated waves of illicit pleasure that swept relentlessly through her writhing loins.
Jill Duncan's long auburn hair flailed across the pillow and over her naked shoulders as the feverishly aroused young woman shuddered in the throes of her self-induced passion. Then, overcome with wicked curiosity, she lifted her head to gaze in shocked fascination at the perverted sight of the wetly glistening pink dildo thrusting in and out of her ecstatically throbbing cunt and her own finger teasing the secret, forbidden folds of moistened flesh surrounding her sensitive clitoral bud.
Jill could hardly believe her animalistic response to this depraved act of masturbation, and a perverse, masochistic excitement coursed through her lustfully straining loins. Somehow, she derived a warped pleasure from the obscene spectacle of her self-debasement, a pleasure that triggered the first distant inner rumbling of her impending orgasm. She was wicked, completely perverted… but she didn't care! All she cared about now was obtaining more and more of these debased sensations until her body finally found release from years of pent-up sexual tension.
Then all thoughts faded from her lust and alcohol-confused mind as she began to strain in earnest for the orgasm she could feel approaching. Collapsing back onto the pillow with an anguished groan, she lost all conception of reality. The pulsating thickness of the penis-shaped dildo sliding in and out of her lewdly stretched pussy was no longer a plastic vibrator, but a huge rod of swollen male flesh. Her confused brain seemed to hear an incessant stream of obscenities issuing from a man's whispering mouth, seemed to feel his heavy loins pressing rhythmically against her own furiously thrashing young body.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she whispered, the sound of the never-before-uttered word increasing the violent passion surging uncontrollably through her wildly straining body. "Fuck me hard!"
Jill jabbed the artificial cock deeper into her virginal vagina and immediately felt lines of searing pain shoot through her entire undulating body, but this only served to intensify her abandoned arousal. "Do it to me! Make me cummmmm!" she moaned to the imaginary man above her. And then even his image was erased from her mind by the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that shuddered through her wantonly churning loins.
Clamping her thighs tightly against the slippery vibrator as she continued to slide it in and out of her wildly dilating cunt, the desperate woman rotated her finger in frantic little circles around the throbbing bud of her clitoris. It was really going to happen! She was going to cum! Involuntary contractions wracked her perspiration-drenched body as Jill fought for the release that the salacious sensations rising from deep within her belly so lewdly promised. Her grinding young buttocks jerked spasmodically up to meet the plunging plastic penis, and, with each circling pressure of her finger upon her throbbing little clitoris, the waves of frantic passion grew more and more intense. Now, now, now! It had to come soon, soon, or she would go insane!
Waves of pure blissful delight welled up from deep within her straining loins and swept over her naked body, finally breaking in a total flood of sweet licentious ecstasy that caused her voluptuous body to shiver helplessly as the shattering orgasm flowed from the tips of her curling toes to her passion-maddened brain. For a long minute, Jill saw nothing but blackness and a sound like the whirling winds of a hurricane deafened any thoughts. The young girl collapsed across the bed, then blindly reached down and pulled the battery-powered penis from her still helplessly spasming vaginal lips. A deep groan of satisfaction rose in her throat as she drifted into exhausted unconsciousness.
When her mind finally cleared, Jill opened her eyes to stare in dazed confusion at the pink plastic object in her hand and at her lewdly sprawled naked body. The realization of what she had done hit her like a dash of ice water, and she flung the offensive dildo on the floor as if it were some monstrous poisonous insect. Oh God, how had she allowed herself to do this terrible thing? But her sated body felt so deeply relaxed that Jill could not bring herself to think for very long about the guilt and shame that she knew she would have to face in the morning, so she merely wrapped herself in the crumpled bedclothes and let reality ebb from her.
One last thought came to the trembling young girl as she drifted off: No matter how excited, how aroused, she had been, she had still maintained enough will power to keep from ramming the full length of the dildo into her hotly hungering cunt. Her hymen was intact! She was still a virgin!
And never, never again would she yield to such lewd temptation. She would remain a virgin until she married, and that was a vow the American girl was determined to keep.