At five o'clock the next afternoon, Jill Duncan was striding toward home down a tree-lined path in the Kongens Have, a large public park beside Rosenborg Castle. In spite of the heavy pile of parcels she carried, there was a determined set to her shoulders and a self-congratulatory smile upon her pretty face. The large park wasn't really the most direct route back to her apartment, but the strong-willed young law student had resolved to exhaust herself both mentally and physically so that there'd be no chance of a recurrence of last night's shameful events. So far today, she'd been one hundred percent successful – not a single lewd tingling sensation had plagued her lush young body.
"Idle hands are the tools of the Devil," Mrs. Duncan had often admonished her only child, and the twenty-two year old girl had never forgotten her mother's advice. She'd thought of this proverb that very morning, after she'd awakened to find that disgusting plastic vibrator and a pile of vile pornographic magazines scattered across the floor beside her bed. For a moment, she'd been overcome with guilt and inertia, tempted to crawl back under the covers and cry. But then she realized that the only way she could regain her self-respect was by forgetting her despicable weakness from the night before and planning her day so that there wasn't a moment free in which she might be troubled by the memories of her depraved act. The first thing the voluptuous redhead had done was take the pink artificial penis and the offending photographs and lock them into an empty suitcase, which she'd pushed to the far corner of the cupboard. (She would have liked to have thrown the whole mess into the garbage pail but was afraid that someone might see them.) Then she'd dressed in her most conservative outfit and had gone off to the university to meet with two professors.
The meetings had gone very well, she thought to herself now, as she hurried through the park. One of the professors had arranged for her to visit various institutions – a prison, a criminal court, and a rehabilitation farm for heroin addicts. The other professor, a Mr. Jorgensen, had stressed the importance of personal observation, urging her to begin Danish language classes at once and reminding her to keep a detached scientific attitude at all times.
Detached scientific attitude… this seemed to Jill to be the most useful bit of advice she'd received in a long time. Last night she had let her personal emotions overcome her, and she must guard against letting such a thing happen again.
After the meetings, she'd gone to the library to obtain a card and check out several heavy volumes on sample law cases, historical precedents, and modern reforms. Then, still fired up with energetic good intentions, she'd bought material to sew curtains so that the lights of the city would provide her with no excuse for any future cases of insomnia.
Jill had purchased a lot of household goods as well, cleaning products and food. This was the first time the auburn-haired student had had an opportunity to live in a flat of her own, and she was pleased by the privacy and independence this afforded her. The fact that it might be lonely living all by herself occurred to her, but she swept the thought from her mind. All the more time to study, she reminded herself.
Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Jill had been almost oblivious to the beauty of the park and the other people out strolling or sunbathing in the warm late-afternoon sun. Suddenly, however, something caught her eye and so shocked the naive young girl that she stopped dead in her tracks to stare in disbelief. Three young girls were lying on a sunny patch of grass not more than three yards from the path, and they were naked! Well, not completely naked, for tiny bikini panties did partially cover their full round buttocks… but nothing at all hid their youthful sun-bronzed breasts. It was absolutely incredible! And perhaps the most amazing thing of all was that none of the other people in the park seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary about these girls, as though it were perfectly acceptable to lie half-naked in a public place in full view of men, women and children!
Regaining her composure at last, Jill forced herself to walk on, although she could not refrain from glancing back over her shoulder to make certain that her eyes hadn't been playing tricks on her. One of the teenagers had stood up and was languidly stretching her arms up in the air, her ripe young breasts, with their rose-tipped nipples, fully visible to everyone in the park as she did so. Good God! the embarrassed American thought. She doesn't care who sees her like that! Much to her discomfort, she felt the first twinges of lewd titillation in her belly as she speculated on how it would feel to stand among the trees with a little breeze wafting over her own freely uplifted naked breasts.
Detached scientific attitude! Jill sternly reminded herself. And, with that comforting axiom ringing in her ears, she quickened her pace and left the Kongens Have as fast as she could without once glancing to the right or the left of the gravel path.
By the time she reached the narrow cobblestone street and climbed the five flights of steep stairs, the slender young graduate student's arms were aching and her feet felt hot and swollen from the unaccustomed amount of exercise. She was grateful to be home, to be able to rest and relax. But, strangely enough, after five minutes, the silence in the little flat began to feel oppressive. Jill had always before come home to a roommate or her parents, to someone with whom she could talk about the day's events and share a meal before settling down to her books. Now, although she refused to acknowledge it to herself, she felt lonely and almost homesick. It was exciting being here in Denmark, of course, but it was also very confusing, for the people here didn't seem to believe in the things that she'd been taught all her life. It would be easier if she had someone to talk to. Why hadn't she heard from Erik?
For a few minutes the shapely redhead slumped on the one chair in the tiny room, tears of self-pity brimming in her green eyes. Then a determined expression hardened her lovely face and she jumped to her feet. How could she possibly have heard from Erik when there was no telephone in the flat? And what did it matter anyway? She had so many things to do that she wouldn't have had time to be with him even if he did come by. Quickly, she began unwrapping her purchases, putting things away and making herself a cheese omelet and a fresh salad. After she had eaten, it was still only seven o'clock, so she washed the dishes and scrubbed all the cupboards in the kitchen. Then, as the church bells rang out eight o'clock, she began to cut out the bright red patterned material she'd bought to make curtains.
There was no traffic on the side street beneath Jill's apartment, and only the occasional sounds of pedestrians and the church bells broke the silence. The stillness seemed unnatural. Tomorrow I'll buy a secondhand radio, Jill promised herself as she began to sew the hem of the first curtain. Then a sudden loud banging on the door of the flat so startled the nervous young girl that she spilled pins and needles all over the floor as she leapt to her feet.
It must be Erik! she thought, surprising herself by the intensity of her joyful relief. She knew she shouldn't want to see him after the terrible thing he'd done in giving her that obscene battery-powered vibrator, but he probably hadn't thought anything of it. In a country where people could lie around half-naked in public, it was impossible to know what was going on in anyone's mind. And he'd had been so very kind to her, finding her this flat and all…
Jill pulled open the front door, a welcoming smile on her pretty face. But it wasn't Erik after all – it was a total stranger, a long-haired, very thin young man dressed in purple velvet pants and an exotically embroidered Moroccan shirt. His face was handsome enough, but there was a strange look in his brown eyes.
"Hi," he said in English, but with a slight accent. "I heard noises in here and thought Pout and Helle had come back from the country. Who are you?" His dark eyes ran insolently over her body, and Jill found herself wishing that she'd changed into something other than these tight jeans and shrunken T-shirt.
"I-I'm Jill Duncan," she stammered. "I just moved in yesterday. I think the people who lived here before are staying in the country."
"Oh yeah?" he said, his gaze never leaving the straining mounds of her breasts. "Yeah, they said they might do that. Well, I'm Dizzy, I live down the hall. Ya wanna come over and meet us?"
Jill hesitated, not quite knowing how to reply. There was something about him that made her feel uneasy, and, even though she had had absolutely no experience with drugs, she immediately suspected that he was high on something.
"We just got hold of some out-of-sight shit," he added persuasively.
So, her guess had been right! "Shit" was obviously some sort of illegal narcotic. The innocent law student's first impulse was to slam the door in his face, but then she thought better of it. Here, after all, was the perfect opportunity to personally investigate the attitudes of an alternative lifestyle. What was it that Professor Jorgensen had said this morning? Something about the fact that drug crimes are preventable only when the mass of humanity understands the underlying causes for their use – well, what better way to understand their use than through personal observation?
Jill forced a smile. "Sure, Dizzy, I'd like to meet your friends."
Dizzy's flat was the same shape and size as the redhead's own apartment, but the similarity ended there. There was a great clutter of brightly colored objects covering every inch of the small room. Posters lined the walls and ceiling, some of the same ones that Jill had seen in the sex shop. Numerous record albums were scattered on the uncarpeted floor, and the stereo was blaring out rock music at full volume. A strange mixture of odors filled the stuffy air, smoke, incense, and a smell that the young law student couldn't quite identify. Although it was still light out on the street below, the windows were covered with exotic Indian cloth so that it was completely dark inside, except for two homemade candles burning on a low table. Around the table, slumped on foam rubber mattresses, lay three bodies.
"Sit down, if you want," Dizzy said, gesturing vaguely toward one of the mats and then turning to address one of the reclining bodies. "Did ya bring the stuff, Amed?"
Jill gingerly lowered herself onto the low mattress, feeling more uneasy than ever. She knew that she must not let her own emotional reactions interfere with her objective observation, but it was impossible to ignore the odd aura of sinister enchantment that this room exuded. The bewildered young redhead had a sudden instinctive feeling that, if she were to fall asleep in this place, she'd awake in some other world, where the atmosphere imposed a kind of bizarre stupefication.
"Do I not always bring the hashish when I say I do?" Amed replied to Dizzy's question in a heavily accented voice. Jill thought that he was probably not Danish, for his accent was different, and his swarthy, dark-haired appearance was not at all Scandinavian.
"Yeah, man, but you don't always bring it for the price you said you would," Dizzy countered. "It's still seven a gram?"
Amed answered in some language Jill didn't understand, something similar to Danish that she supposed must be German. They haggled about the price for several moments, and then Dizzy brought out a little postage scale and weighed a large slab of dark brown colored stuff. At last money changed hands, and Dizzy began to grind up a little piece of the "shit", blend it with crushed tobacco from a mangled cigarette and stuff the mixture into a little clay pipe.
Jill squirmed nervously on the foam rubber mat, trying to think of a graceful way to leave immediately. She'd never smoked dope before, and she didn't want to start smoking it now. Yet she knew that no one in the room would understand her conservative point of view.
The two bodies on the other side of the low table slowly rose to a sitting position as Dizzy lit the small pipe. In the dim light the uneasy American girl couldn't quite make out whether or not they were male or female, as both had hair as long as her own. Then one of the figures stood up and started to move somewhat unsteadily in the direction of the kitchen. A sheer Indian cotton robe immediately marked her as a girl with a very thin body but well-rounded breasts.
Dizzy handed the little clay pipe to Amed, who sucked the heavy smoke deep into his lungs while Jill watched curiously. She half-expected him to immediately start babbling like an insane person, or perhaps keel over in a dead faint, but all he actually did was stare at her in a way that made her hastily shift her glance away.
Amed passed the pipe to the man seated on the opposite mat, who inhaled deeply and then stood up to hand the ceramic object to Jill.
"No thanks, I don't smoke," she said somewhat defensively.
"Why not?" the tall handsome youth asked, sounding just as amazed as if she'd told him that she didn't breathe.
"Because it's against the law, for one thing…" Jill began.
"Oh, you don't have to be paranoid here," he laughed. "Smoking isn't illegal – only selling."
"Sure, Tommy's right, he oughta know, he did time in England," Dizzy said, moving over to sit uncomfortably close to her on the mattress. "Here, do it like this."
Jill hesitated, not quite knowing what she ought to do. If it really was legal, then she ought to try it so that she would understand the effects of this popular narcotic. Besides, it seemed so much easier to accept the pipe than to attempt to argue with these strange people. She'd just take in a little smoke, not enough to make her really high, but just so that she could test the general effect. Taking hold of the clay pipe between stiff, awkward fingers, she inhaled the pungent smoke as Dizzy had demonstrated. It felt hot and rough on her throat, and immediately the young redhead began to cough.
"Come on, try it again. Take it easy – inhale a little smoke and hold it down as long as you can," the long-haired "hippie" advised.
Jill tried it once more, and this time was able to control her coughing. Much to her relief, she felt no reaction at all from the strange smelling smoke, and the blonde student decided that now that she'd satisfied her scientific curiosity, she'd leave at the first possible opportunity.
The thin girl with the large breasts came in from the kitchen carrying a pot of tea and an assortment of chipped cups. As she moved across the room, every detail of her slim adolescent body was outlined through the gauzy robe she wore, and the young American student wondered how she could act so unselfconscious when she was as good as naked in a room full of people.
"That's Lisa," Dizzy said to Jill. "And that's Tommy, he's from London. And over there's Amed – he's from Algeria. Lisa and me are from Copenhagen."
Jill stared at him, unable to think of any reply. The pipe had made the round of the table, and Dizzy was again handing it to her. Well, why not, the naive redhead thought, since it doesn't affect me anyway. She took a deep drag on the hashish-filled pipe, at the same time drawing a few inches away from Dizzy.
For several minutes there was no sound in the dim room except the urgent rhythm of the stereo and the scratching of matches as the pipe was re-lit. Jill wondered if she ought to try to talk to someone, but she really couldn't think of a thing to say. It was very strange, yet, in a way, the silence seemed peaceful and quite natural. The room no longer appeared shabby, either; as the garish colors softened and blended before her eyes and the flickering candlelight cast mysterious shadows, the atmosphere began to seem sensuous and exciting. It reminded her more than anything else of the illustrations in the Arabian Nights book she'd read as a child.
Yet, in spite of the soothing atmosphere, the shapely redhead found it hard to really relax. She squirmed her buttocks against the foam mattress as unobtrusively as possible, searching in vain for a position that would relieve the straining pressure of her tight jeans against her sensitive pussy. The more she twisted and turned, the more embarrassing the throbbing sensation between her legs became. Her whole vagina felt as though it were pulsating in time to the strong beat of the rock album.
"More tea?" asked Lisa, breaking the silence and interrupting Jill's squirming motions.
"Yes, thank you, it's very good," Jill answered. It was difficult to form the words, and her voice sounded as though she were standing in a deep valley listening to the echo of her words bounce back from distant mountains. Oh God, she must be more deeply affected by the dope than she'd ever intended.
"I put some of the new shit in it," Lisa said. Her large dark eyes turned away from Jill to stare with drugged intensity at Tommy, who slouched on the mattress opposite the confused American girl. "Tommy likes it that way – he says he get off eating it even more than on smoking it."
"Yeah, and you know what else I like, don't you, Lisa?" Tommy drawled, eyeing his teenaged girl friend with lewd expectation.
"No Tommy, what?" Lisa breathed, moving closer to the handsome youth and running one hand through his long dark hair.
"I like you to suck my cock," he answered, his loud vulgar words bringing an involuntary gasp to Jill's lips. Then he pulled Lisa's transparent oriental garment from her slender shoulders to reveal her large, ivory-skinned breasts.
Lisa moaned softly as she raised herself to her knees and tugged the robe down over her slim youthful hips and shapely legs. Then, clad only in a diminutive pair of red nylon bikini panties, she began to unbuckle her boy friend's wide leather belt and unzip his fly.
Jill's green eyes bulged in her head as she observed the incredible things the young Danish girl was doing. For a few moments, the redheaded student was unaware of the shameful feeling growing in her stimulated pussy, unaware even of Dizzy inching nearer and nearer toward her on the mattress. God, it can't be true! How can Lisa strip off her clothes in front of other people like that? Was she actually going to take his penis in her mouth like the girl in the pornographic magazine? The drug-dazed young law student held her breath as she watched the dark-haired Danish girl slip her small white hand into her boy friend's open fly to caress his visibly throbbing penis which had sprung out from his retraining shorts. Once again, Jill became aware of the warm tingling pressure down between her legs, and, although she tried her best to suppress it, the sensations were steadily growing more and more intense.
I've got to leave before they do something terrible, Jill told herself. These people are sick… and, if I stay here and watch, I'm as sick as they are! But, even as the words echoed through her drug-dazed mind, the young auburn-haired girl realized with horror that the same frozen inertia that had affected her last night was once more overpowering her better instincts. Some evil, perverted part of herself wanted to see the salacious spectacle of Lisa sucking Tommy's lust-hardened cock, and she found it impossible to tear her eyes away from the couple, much less stand up to leave.
Now the slender young Danish girl was slowly tugging her boy friend's jeans down his long legs. She tossed the garment onto the floor and then bent down over his naked loins to once again caress the huge, obscenely erect penis, which stood straight up from his hair-covered pubic mound.
Jill stared in horrified wonder at the thick pole of flesh jutting from the dark-haired young man's body. In her drugged state, it seemed even bigger than the penises she'd seen in the Color Climax magazine last night, and she couldn't imagine how the slightly built Lisa could ever expect to take that rigid rod of flesh into her tiny mouth.
Lisa, too, was staring at Tommy's thickly distended penis, but her expression was one of delighted anticipation. She continued to caress his huge pulsating hardness with her small white hand, low crooning sounds of animal pleasure emerging from her throat as she felt it jerk and throb beneath her coaxing fingers. She loved to suck his penis, and she loved it all the more when there were other people there to witness her debasement and slave-like subjugation. Even without turning her head, she knew that three pairs of eyes were staring intently at her every wanton move, and this knowledge sent a wave of masochistic excitement reverberating through her almost-naked young loins and raised goose bumps on her cream-white flesh.
"Ahhhhh," Tommy groaned. "Come on, Lisa, get down on me. Suck me good!"
The teenage brunette shifted her slender body so that she was kneeling between her boy friend's widespread legs, then dipped her head down toward his long erect penis. Her dark curling hair brushed tantalizingly against his belly and upper thighs as her little pink tongue darted out to lick the small pearl of moisture from the glans of his stiffened penis, and to swirl in quick wet circles around the angry red exposed cockhead.
"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh," he groaned, leaning his head back against the mattress as his whole body shivered in ecstatic expectation. "Yeah, suck my cock, you hot little bitch!"
More aroused than ever by his lewd words, the young Scandinavian girl began to lick over the entire length of his smooth, pungent tasting cock. The distinctive male odor rising from his exposed loins filled her with lewd abandoned delight, and she sank her pretty face even deeper between his thighs to gently mouth the lust-bloated sac of his testicles.
Just a few feet away, Jill sat as if hypnotized, her eyes riveted on the obscene exhibition going on in front of her. The young student was so absorbed by the titillating spectacle of actually seeing a woman sucking a man's cock that she was unaware of her compulsive squirming against the sitting mat, and when Dizzy – who, in spite of the dope he'd smoked, was shrewdly observing the voluptuous American girl beside him – handed her another pipe filled with hashish, she mindlessly drew the thick smoke deep into her lungs.
I have to get out of here, have to leave now, a faint echo of her earlier resolutions intoned within her mind, but the words had no meaning and Jill paid no heed to the warning. She felt as though she were dreaming, no longer in control of her own actions. Even if she got up and tried to run away, the curvaceous redhead knew she'd just find herself running in place and never getting away from the sight of Lisa's wet pink tongue swirling over Tommy's huge rod of flesh. Everything seemed vaguely unreal, yet, simultaneously, more vivid than ever. She felt as though she were Lisa, as though Tommy's lewd glistening penis was pulsating hotly against her own tongue.
Dizzy shot a quick glance at the confused young woman beside him. God, she's getting hot! he thought. He could see small beads of perspiration forming on her pale forehead and noticed that her rounded ass-cheeks were grinding more and more urgently down against the mattress. Probably its the first time she's ever watched something like this, he decided, a sly lecherous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He, himself, was accustomed to Tommy and Lisa's total lack of inhibition, and, in fact, he often joined in this sort of action himself. But not today – today he was going to fuck this delectable piece of American ass, fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. Even though she was still acting uptight and shying away from him every time he inched closer, Dizzy was sure that a few more pipes of the powerful hashish, combined with the lascivious scene taking place on the opposite side of the low table would soon get her interested in the kind of activity that Danes like him specialized in.
"Yeah, baby, fuck me with your hot little mouth!" Tommy gasped, raising his head up to stare at the lewd sight of his girl friend's nakedly swaying breasts and her lust-contorted young face. Tommy knew that Lisa loved performing sexually in front of other people, and he also got an extra kick from being observed while sticking his rigid cock up into her warm sucking mouth. Shit, already his balls were aching so bad he thought he was going to cum any second! A blissful moan escaped from Lisa's wetly ovalled lips as she sank her saliva-filled mouth down on the young Englishman's swollen penis. Hungrily, she sucked at the stiffened length of his cock, drawing it in as deep as it would go till her whole throat was stuffed with hard male flesh. She ran her tongue teasingly around the warm-bloated glans, delighting in the way she could make his body jerk and moan beneath her. With an eager twist of her slim youthful hips, she moved so that her madly throbbing pussy could rub against his tensed thigh. God, how she loved to suck his warm-pulsing penis!
As Jill watched Lisa's small hungry mouth close over the blood-swollen length of Tommy's angry red penis, an involuntary gasp of disbelief escaped from between her drug-numbed lips. Everything was just too obscene to be true, and, although she recognized with part of her brain that it was really happening, another part of her mind simply refused to accept the evidence of her eyes. I'm just imagining this, she half-convinced herself. Its only because of the hashish and those books I saw last night. It's an hallucination – it has to be!
Dizzy heard Jill's low gasp and decided that the time was ripe to make a move. Reaching toward her, he began to caress her T-shirt covered shoulders with slow, massaging strokes.
At the unexpected touch, Jill's overly-sensitive body jerked away, the full realization of just what she was doing hitting her at last. She was watching two corrupt drug addicts perform a forbidden act of depraved sex, and she was allowing her own body to be touched by a complete stranger! Another gasp – this time of horror – rose in her throat, and she struggled to rise to her feet only to flop unsteadily back against the mattress as her drugged young body refused to coordinate with the faint commands of her brain.
Dizzy, realizing he'd acted too fast hastily reached for the little pipe and held it out to the wild-eyed redhead.
"Here, baby, take another toke," he offered, lighting it for her and watching with satisfaction as she unconsciously sucked in the mind-distorting fumes. He'd made this last pipe extra strong, and he was positive that it wouldn't be long now before she'd be falling all over him. The handsome hippie felt his expectant cock throb eagerly against his tight purple bell-bottoms as he imagined how her ripe young body would look after he'd pulled off her clothes. Maybe she'd even have red pussy hair around her little pink cunt!
The last inhalation of hashish so deadened Jill's mind that her normally clear set of convictions melted into a confused medley of erotic sensation. Suddenly, Lisa and Tommy seemed to be acting out some age-old ritual with motions as graceful and stylized as those of ballet dancers, and their animalistic moans and the soft sounds of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh seemed to be a sensuous background orchestration. Relaxing at last, the drugged young woman let her body sink back so that the edge of the foam mattress pressed directly against her heatedly throbbing pussy once more. Everything was taking place within a rainbow-hued cloud, and everything was beautiful and natural.
On the opposite mattress, Lisa continued to suck Tommy's hard pulsating cock deep into her tightly stretched mouth. The slender teenager's lips were painfully strained, but she was glad for the subtle drawn out agony which only served to heighten her obscene arousal. Grinding her eagerly quivering vagina against her boy friend's tautly muscled thigh, she began to tease his pulsating penis by nipping gently up and down the entire length of his blood-engorged shaft.
"Goddamn… you hot little whore… you suck my cock sooo gooooood," groaned Tommy, driven almost out of his mind by the shuddering waves of pleasure that shot through his body as Lisa's sharp little teeth sank into his aching throbbing penis. "Like that! Bite me! Suck me hhaaaaarrrrrrdddddd!"
Obediently the excited Scandinavian girl pressed her red ovalled lips as hard as she could against the huge rod of male flesh plunging up into her mouth. Her tongue felt the urgent pulsing of the swollen veins on the underside of his excitedly thrusting penis, and she knew his orgasm was only seconds away. Almost frantically then, she undulated her hot little cunt against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with him.
Tommy was suddenly aware of the feel of Lisa's damp, hair-fringed pussy scraping against the naked flesh of his thigh and the wanton obscenity of her action aroused his passion to the fever-point. Animalistic groans spewed from between his tight-clenched teeth as he roughly grasped her soft dark hair and pushed her face still deeper between his loins until he could feel her soft trembling lips pressing against the very base of his excited cock.
Lisa sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking with fast brutal strokes up into her straining mouth. Hot flames of lust rose from her moisture-drenched pussy, and, with each passing second, the heated waves of depraved desire grew more and more intense. Then with an inhuman gurgle of blissful anguish, she grasped his sperm-bloated balls with one hand and simultaneously stuck her middle finger up into his puckering anus.
"Aaaaaaarrrrgggg!" The guttural cry rose from deep in Tommy's throat as he felt the first spurt of hot thick cum shoot from his aching testicles and begin its headlong rush along the length of his wildly jerking cock. An instant later, the lust-heated liquid gushed deep into the Danish girl's madly sucking mouth, and every muscle and nerve in his orgasming young body exploded as wave after wave of the mind-shattering climax swept over him.
"Shiiiit… I'm cuummmiiinnnggg…cuuummmiiingg!" he groaned, the drug-intensified climax seemed to go on forever.
"Ooooohhhh! Yes! Yes! Oooohhhhhh!" Lisa's frenzied wails echoed her boy friend's, as uncontrollable searing sensations shot through her violently quivering young body. She continued to suck with mindless passion at Tommy's huge jerking penis, trying to swallow every last drop of his hot, acrid-tasting sperm. Not until the last bittersweet waves of sensation had abated in her trembling loins did the exhausted teenager let the now-deflated penis slowly slip from her cum-smeared lips. Then she fell forward onto his sweat-slickened body, and the only sounds in the smoke-filled room were the rasps of heavy breathing from the sated couple and the three highly aroused spectators.
The sudden silence brought Jill to her senses. Her body was trembling in sympathetic arousal, and she could hear her own breath coming almost as fast as the obscenely entwined couple panting on the opposite mattress. The young redhead felt numb and lightheaded, and, even the shock that the incredible salacious spectacle evoked in her was dimmed by her drug-hazed disorientation. With her eyes still glued to the lewd sight of the naked, cum-streaked couple only a few feet away from her, she struggled to clear her mind of the cobwebs of hashish.
Then, as she gaped at Lisa and Tommy's still quivering flesh, the bewildered American girl found that her hypnotic trance was lifting. Suddenly, she was aware of where she was, of what she was doing. The horrifying reality struck her brain like a knife piercing through butter, and her whole body recoiled in repulsion as she was forced to recognize that, once again, she'd succumbed to her weak, base instincts. Not only had she watched the lewd, immoral spectacle, but she'd allowed her own body to be stimulated by the forbidden sight. She was sick, sinful… she must get out of this room right now and try to regain her sanity.
The tormented young woman forced herself to her feet. Struggling to focus her eyes on the door, which seemed to be at least ten miles away – she impelled her reluctant limbs forward. I have to get away from this corruption, get back to my normal self, she told herself. But, even as she attempted to rise, Jill felt her knees buckle weakly beneath her. Half sobbing with despair, the voluptuous young student felt her body slouch back down against Dizzy's strongly muscled loins.
"Nooooooo," she moaned weakly, as he ran his hands over her benumbed body.
And then, before she could connect her thoughts enough to protest, he was leading her out of the room, down the corridor, and into her own apartment. Too dazed to be fully aware of what she was doing, she let the lasciviously grinning hippie place her limp body on her own bed and then pull off her tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt. At last she blanked out completely. There was a buzzing hum in her ears and a black cloud blocking her vision – and then she fell into merciful unconsciousness.