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The Tempted Tourist
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
An American teenage girl experiences Europe, the hard
way. (MF/F-teen, nc, rp, bi, drugs, mc)
***
Chapter 1
Jill Duncan shifted restlessly in her reclining airline
seat, the blanket that the stewardess had given her in
New York slipping in a tangled heap down her long
shapely legs. For a moment she hovered between sleeping
and waking, then fell back into her dream.
The loud whirr of the jet engines became the excited
buzz of spectators in a crowded courtroom, and she
herself was sitting in the defense attorney's chair
staring at the prosecutor in front of her. He was
shouting, "True or false? True or false? Tea or
coffee?" And when she didn't answer he began shaking
her arm, repeating, "Tea or coffee?"
Jill groaned, not understanding his question, and then
the courtroom abruptly faded as she opened her eyes to
stare around the jet in confusion. A well-dressed man
seated beside her was gently shaking her and speaking
the words she'd heard in her dream, and a wide-awake
and smiling stewardess was standing in the aisle with
two steaming silver pots and a cart full of cups and
saucers.
"Coffee," she muttered, rubbing her eyes and pushing
her tousled red hair out of her face. Groggily
accepting the plastic tray containing a cup of coffee,
a glass of orange juice, and a sweet roll, Jill turned
to smile at the man beside her.
"Gosh, I was really dead to the world. Thanks for
waking me up."
"Well, I thought you might be hungry if you missed
breakfast. You fell asleep before they served dinner
last night."
Jill gulped down the hot coffee and began to feel fully
awake. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her
eye, noting that he was handsome with curly blond hair
and blue eyes. His English was perfect, but a slight
foreign accent prevented him from sounding like an
American.
He must be Scandinavian, she decided, and maybe he'd be
able to tell her some interesting things about northern
Europe. This excited the young redhead much more than
his rugged good looks, for she prided herself on being
scholarly rather than silly and romantic.
"Excuse me, but are you Scandinavian?" she asked him
politely.
"You can tell by my accent?" he said with a little
laugh. "I have studied the English language for ten
years in school, but still I have an accent."
Jill was afraid she had insulted him. "Oh, no, you
speak very good English," she reassured him. "I just
wondered if you knew anything about Denmark. I'm going
there to live for a year, you see."
"Let me welcome you to our little land," he smiled. I'm
glad she's not just another tourist, he was thinking to
himself. This girl's built like a bomb, and I'd like to
know her better... much better. "Will you be staying in
Copenhagen?"
"Yes, I'll be working with the university there," Jill
replied.
"I'm also from Copenhagen -- I've lived there all my
life. By the way, my name's Erik Mortensen."
"I'm Jill Duncan," the curvaceous redhead said,
dimpling and then smiling. "Please tell me about
Copenhagen!"
Erik stared at her intently, taking particular note of
the way her tailored blouse had become unbuttoned in
her sleep to reveal two perfectly shaped breasts, their
full white mounds thrusting up proudly from the tight-
fitting white cotton brassiere. "First I will teach you
the most important word in Danish," he smiled, raising
his plastic cup of orange juice toward her.
"Skal!"
"Skal?" Diligent student that she was, Jill Duncan had
bought Danish records and a language book when she
learned that she had received a fellowship to study law
in Copenhagen. But that word hadn't been in the
lessons.
"Yes, it means 'cheers', and you must hold up your
glass, touch it to mine, and look into my eyes," Erik
instructed, staring deeply into the young girl's green
eyes as she repeated, "Skal!"
"Attention please, ladies and gentlemen. We are now
beginning our descent and in a few minutes we will be
landing in Copenhagen. Please fasten your seatbelts and
refrain from smoking as soon as the sign in front of
you is lighted up."
Jill Duncan, surprised that the flight was already
nearly over, turned to stare out of the window on her
right. A few streaks of pink sunrise lingered on the
horizon, but the rest of the sky was clear and blue and
promised perfect early summer weather. Far below, she
saw the deeper blue ocean with its whitecaps bobbing up
and down like small silver-white sailboats.
"The flight seemed so short!" she exclaimed to the
friendly young man beside her, obediently fastening her
seatbelt as she spoke.
"No wonder!" he laughed. "You've been sleeping like a
baby ever since we left New York."
"Well, I didn't want to be dead on my feet when I got
to Copenhagen, so I took two sleeping pills," Jill
explained. "I want to be able to get right to work."
"To work? I thought you were a student?" Mortensen
asked.
"I am, I'm researching criminal law, and I received a
grant to study crime in Denmark," the voluptuous
redhead replied somewhat proudly. "I consider that
work."
"It sounds very interesting. But wouldn't you be better
off studying crime in New York? I just spent two weeks
there on business, and it seemed much more dangerous to
me than peaceful Copenhagen."
"That's just the point!" Jill exclaimed, her voice
taking on the tone of a university lecturer as she
began to speak of her scholastic studies. "I want to
observe just how and why your society is so much less
violent than American society, and what effect Danish
laws have had on the criminal mentality in your
country. The recorded facts show, for example, that
when Denmark repealed the laws against pornography,
your sexual crimes decreased a statistically
significant degree, and..."
She broke off in sudden confusion as she realized that
her blouse was undone, and that this handsome young
Danish man was staring intently at the cleavage of her
shamelessly revealed breasts. "Ex-excuse me," the
curvaceous student stammered in embarrassment. "I think
I'll just run back to the ladies' room and freshen up a
bit." Her cheeks flaming, she squeezed awkwardly past
him, more perturbed than ever as she felt his knees
intently pressing against her firm young thighs.
Erik Mortensen smiled quietly to himself as he stared
with unabashed interest at her gently swaying buttocks
which were undulating in unconscious provocation
beneath her short skirt as she hurried down the aisle.
Like so many of the American girls he'd met during his
frequent trips to the United States, she seemed ashamed
and fearful of her own sexuality. Well, she'd change
her ideas soon enough in Denmark, he was certain of
that. And he was also sure that he'd do his utmost to
help instigate that change!
In the tiny toilet cubicle at the rear of the airliner,
Jill stared at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were
still burning at the thought of what Mr. Mortensen must
think of her -- he would certainly imagine that she was
one of those cheap girls who believed in displaying
their bodies to attract men. Then she tossed her long
auburn hair proudly.
Well, she wasn't one of those girls, and she would
continue to act serious and polite to prove that fact
to him. Working slowly so that she'd have plenty of
time to regain her composure, the attractive twenty-two
year old carefully cleansed her smooth fair skin and
applied a light touch of lipstick to her full sensuous
lips.
Sometimes Jill wished that she hadn't been so
generously endowed with good looks, for it only made
things more difficult for her. Most men simply couldn't
believe that a lovely young girl like herself could be
more interested in her scholastic career than in their
persistent attention. They invariably tended to stare
at her long shapely legs, gently flaring buttocks, and
proud high-set breasts when she was trying to discuss
something serious with them, and she'd learned to steel
herself against feeling flustered and confused by their
not-so-very-well-disguised interest in her body.
As far as Jill Duncan was concerned, her classically
molded face and voluptuous body were merely handicaps
to the intellectual development of her mind.
By the time she returned to her seat, refusing to react
to Erik's tight-pressing knee as she squeezed past him,
the red "No Smoking" sign was flashing. The excited
young redhead peered eagerly out the window, surprised
to see how very different the Danish countryside looked
from the New England scenery she had grown up with.
Instead of neat rows of white frame houses separated by
white picket fences, that were so characteristic of
American countryside, the Danish houses were painted in
bright shades of gold and blue, and all the roofs
seemed to be made of a red tile that gleamed in the
bright sunlight.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" she exclaimed.
"Me, too," he agreed. "I'm always glad to come home.
Traveling is all right, but I'm happiest here in
Copenhagen."
Now they were flying over low red brick apartment
houses, and the airplane was steadily falling lower and
lower.
"Where are you staying?" Erik asked. "Some friends
delivered my car to the airport parking lot, and I'd be
glad to give you a lift into town."
"Oh, I don't have anything planned," Jill answered. "I
didn't want to waste money on a hotel, so I thought I'd
start to look for an apartment of my own right away."
"I'm afraid that's not going to be very easy," the
blond man warned her. "It's almost impossible to find
flats in the center of town, especially if you don't
know anyone. And if you go to an agency for help,
you'll pay a lot more than you would have at a cheap
hotel. But it's too late to think of that now, I guess.
All the hotels are full this time of the year. Why,
you'll find kids sleeping in all the parks."
"Oh no!" Jill exclaimed, a worried frown creasing her
pretty face. She had just enough money to rent a cheap
apartment, to eat, and to buy the necessary books and
supplies for her studies. If she had to hand over a lot
of money to an agency, she might have to give up eating
until next month's check arrived. "Is it really that
bad?" she asked in a sober voice.
"I'm afraid so. It's hard enough to find a place to
live even during the winter, but in June the city's
flooded with tourists." Erik Mortensen enjoyed watching
the independent girl's self-composed mask crumble to
pieces and delighted in her new found vulnerability.
"But maybe I can do something for you..."
"Oh, Mr. Mortensen, I wouldn't want you to go to any
trouble," she protested weakly.
"No trouble at all! I was just thinking of the building
where I lived when I was a student. The landlady's an
old friend of my family's, and if there's anything
available I'm sure she'd let you have it if I come
around with you. It's nothing fancy, but it's only
three hundred kroner a month and ten minutes walk from
the university." He paused, then grinned, "And please
don't call me 'Mr. Mortensen' -- it makes me feel like
an old man!"
"Okay, Erik," Jill smiled thankfully. "It sounds just
perfect! I'm so grateful to you."
There was a sudden slight bump as the plane landed,
causing the young girl's heart to leap in a joyous
thrill of anticipation. She was about to set foot for
the first time on European soil, about to start a new
life!
In a daze of excitement she followed Erik out of the
plane and down a confusing maze of corridors to the
baggage and customs area. Though she didn't like to
admit it to herself, the usually self-reliant girl
realized that she would have felt lost without the
handsome blond man there to lead the way and carry her
heavy book-laden suitcase.
As she listened to the voices around her babbling in
strange-sounding Danish, she knew that her language
records with their slow, well-pronounced phrases had
been of very little real use. Jill turned in
bewilderment to the helpful English-speaking Dane
waiting beside her in the quick-moving customs line.
Just as they were approaching the custom booth, the
line came to a standstill.
"A couple damn Arabs," Erik said, peering toward the
head of the line. "Probably carrying dope."
Jill watched curiously as, after a long conversation in
Danish and Turkish, two dark-complexioned men were led
away by uniformed officials. Though she had, of course,
read about the drug problem, the attractive student had
never actually encountered anything except a little
marijuana smoking in her quiet New England college, and
the thought of smuggling narcotics all seemed
fascinatingly wicked to the innocent young girl.
"Anything to declare?" the man behind the booth asked
Erik, startling Jill out of her reverie. The custom
official's eyes focused with obvious interest on her
long slender legs, and she was annoyed to feel herself
blushing.
"One bottle of whiskey and one carton of cigarettes,"
the well-built blond man answered smoothly.
Turning quickly to Jill, the official looked at the
one-year student visa stamped in her brand new passport
and smiled. "Have a good stay in Denmark!" he said,
waving them on.
And then, after another tangle of corridors, they found
themselves standing in the warm sunshine, climbing into
Erik's little car, and driving down the highway toward
Copenhagen.
"Got away with three bottles of whiskey and four
cartons of cigarettes!" Erik boasted. "But that's
against the law!" Jill gasped.
"Well, here in Denmark there's a 100% tax on alcohol
and cigarettes, so we don't quite take that law quite
so seriously," he said.
The auburn-haired law student supposed that she ought
to be shocked; after all, telling a lie to a custom's
official was a crime. But the handsome Dane was
grinning at her with such infectious glee that she had
to smile back.
"Wow! If I'd known that, I'd have bought some duty-free
cigarettes at Kennedy International. I guess I'll have
to give up smoking."
"Take one of my cartons," he offered. "And one of the
bottles of whiskey too."
"Oh, I couldn't do that!"
"Please. I'm going to Munich in two weeks, so I'll be
able to get some more. Besides, I owe you a favor That
customs official might have opened my bags if he hadn't
been so busy staring at your legs."
Although this was just the sort of remark that Jill
resented, and in spite of her reservations about
accepting smuggled goods, she didn't quite know how to
refuse his offer. He was being so very kind to her, and
she didn't want to seem rude.
"Thank you," she murmured at last, thinking to herself
as she spoke: Just this once -- this will be the first
and last time I ever break a law.
It seemed no time at all before they reached the center
of Copenhagen with its copper-spired town hall and
crowded square. A few blocks farther on, past a little
park with a small lake filled with ducks and swans,
Erik turned onto a winding cobblestone side street.
"Here we are," he said. "It's good to be back in
Copenhagen after New York's traffic. Let's go meet Fru
Larsen and see if she's got a Rat for you."
Fru Larsen, a plump, gray-haired woman with a cheerful
smile, did indeed have an empty apartment in the old
five-story building. "The couple that lived there went
on a holiday to the country last week," she explained,
"and just two days ago they wrote me a letter and said
that they had decided to stay there. Isn't that lucky
for you!"
The three of theta made their way up a dark narrow
flight of wooden steps to the top floor where the
landlady fitted a key into one of the three doors in
the hallway. The flat was tiny and sparsely furnished,
but it was scrupulously clean. Sunshine streamed in
through the large windows of the single room, making it
seem cheerful in spite of the threadbare carpet and
shabby bedspread. Beyond this room there was a
miniature kitchen and a tiny room containing the
toilet.
"A toilet, that's great!" Erik exclaimed. "There
weren't any toilets when I lived here."
"We put them in two years ago. And I'm afraid the rent
went up, too, it's four hundred kroner a month now,"
the landlady apologized.
"This is just perfect!" Jill said happily. She was so
grateful to find a place to live without any trouble
that another hundred kroner didn't bother her at all. -
Quickly figuring in her head, she realized that the
rent was only about $75, which she could easily manage.
"Can I move in right away?"
"Of course, dear. And if you have any questions about
anything, just ask me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've
got some cakes in the oven."
As the older woman's heavy footsteps echoed down the
stairs, Erik turned to the excited redhead. "Well, do
you like it?" he asked.
"Oh, I love it!" Jill cried. "I, I can't thank you
enough, Mr.... uh... Erik."
"My pleasure," he said, thinking that when he managed
to get into her hot little pussy he'd be amply repaid
for all his efforts. But not too fast! he cautioned
himself. I'll wait until she wants it, and that
shouldn't be very long if I'm clever about it. His
restlessly stirring penis gave a little lurch, creating
a noticeable bulge in his tight-fitting trousers.
Somehow this voluptuous yet naive young American girl
whom he planned to seduce excited him much more than
his many Danish girl friends, all of whom were more
than willing to go to bed with him whenever he pleased.
"Now how about seeing something of the town? We can
have lunch, and then I'll show you one of those porno
shops you mentioned."
Jill only hesitated for an instant, then nodded. "Okay,
but just let me get out of these clothes, I feel all
dirty and rumpled. I'll just be a moment."
Quickly tugging open the small suitcase which Erik had
lugged up the stairs for her, the attractive young
redhead pulled out a clean skirt and underwear and
hurried into the kitchen. She stood naked before the
sink, waiting for the water to run hot and listening to
the foreign sounds of three youngsters yelling to one
another in Danish from the courtyard below.
How strange everything was! She didn't feel at all like
her usual self. Just the very idea of visiting a
pornography shop with a near-stranger would have been
unthinkable to hear back in New England -- though, of
course, it was necessary now for her research, and she
was grateful not to have to go into a shop alone.
Even stranger was the fact that she was allowing
herself to undress in an apartment with a man just
beyond the door. She'd never thought she'd do that
again, not after what had happened to her the last
time, but somehow she felt so differently here in
Denmark that even this seemed all right.
That other time... that other time... Oh the thought
reverberated in her mind and she felt herself drifting
backward in time...
**
It had happened two months ago, at the little college
in New England that now seemed so far away that Jill
wasn't quite sure it really existed. She'd come home
late from her gymnastics class, and had just finished
her shower when Jeff, her ex-boyfriend, arrived for
their date to hear a lecture being given by a visiting
Supreme Court judge.
Unthinkingly, she answered the door in her robe, and
immediately realized it was a bad mistake when Jeff
grabbed at her with unaccustomed ardor and kissed her
on the lips.
"Wow!" he whistled. "You ought to answer the door like
this more often!"
"I'll be ready in a moment," Jill replied coolly,
attempting to pull away from his strong embrace and
escape to the bathroom.
"Don't rush, baby, I like you fine just like this!" he
leered. "Jeff! What's the matter with you tonight?"
"What's the matter? You're the matter, Jill. You're so
goddamn sexy sometimes that it drives me insane not to
be able to touch you!"
"We've discussed this matter before, Jeff," she said
sternly, still trying to pull away from him.
"Yeah, sure we have, but I still don't hear any
satisfactory answers," the frustrated young law student
retorted. "Are you going to marry me or not? If you
are, then what are we waiting for? Honestly, Jill, I
can't take this frustration much longer..."
"I've told you before that I don't want to think about
marriage until I have my degree," the scantily-clad
redhead answered. "I enjoy being with you, but I don't
want to get too serious."
"But, damn it all, if you won't marry met then at least
you could really enjoy being with me. You must be the
only senior on this campus who's still a fucking
virgin!"
"That's not true! There are plenty of other girls
around here who believe that a woman should be pure for
her husband. And if sex is as fantastic as you say,
then surely it's worth waiting for." She spoke more
vehemently than she'd meant to, trying to deny the
unwanted thrills of pleasure that shot through her body
as her boy friend's hands massaged the supple flesh
close to her sensitive breasts.
Jeff thought he could detect a slight relaxation of the
redhead's voluptuous body, and decided to soften his
tactics. "You know I don't want to fight with you,
honey. I do understand how you feel, but I just can't
believe you're right. It feels so good to touch your
beautiful body, how can it be wrong?"
Jill shook her damp curls confusedly, not quite sure of
herself and tweaked teasingly at the tiny nipples.
"It's just wrong..." she finally muttered.
"But there's nothing wrong with a little kiss, is
there?" the excited college man asked in a soft,
convincing tone, pulling her down on the narrow bed
beside him without releasing his hold on her lushly
ripened breasts. It I can just get her hot enough, he
plotted, maybe she'll let me go all the way. She just
has to, or I'm going to cum right in my jeans.
Jill felt his long moist tongue prodding insistently
into her own unresisting mouth. Almost without knowing
what she was doing, she found her own meeting his, and
stabbing lewdly into his warm mouth, sending rampant
thrills of intense desire coursing through her entire
half-naked body. Even though she knew she ought to stop
him now before he got too excited, Jill just couldn't
seem to make the effort. Just another minute more, she
promised herself. Then I'll stop him.
But one minute became five, and before she knew what
was happening she was lying below Jeff's muscular body
on the bed. Somehow he'd managed to undo the loose robe
she had been wearing and was kissing her nakedly
quivering breasts, first one and then the other, his
hard hot tongue spiking her nipples to a tingling
erection that sent electric surges of sensation running
from the tips of her bare toes to the top of her skull.
"No, Jeff, no... we mustn't... we... "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh!"
The innocent college girl's weak protests melted into a
groan of ecstasy as his strong teeth fastened on her
left, biting first softly, then harder as his hands
continued to squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe
young breasts.
"God, Jill, your tits are so soft... so warm! They feel
so good!"
The aroused redhead shook her head mutely, not wanting
to admit even to herself that his depraved sucking of
her excitedly tingling breasts felt good. "No, Jeff,
we... we have to stop!" she managed to say in an
unconvincing voice which the boy completely ignored.
His hands were running down along her rib cage now,
caressing the flat silken flesh of her belly, and then
-- oh God no! entwining themselves in the forbidden
"vee" of her pubic hair. Jill knew she had to do
something fast, but when she tried to speak the words
somehow changed to a moan of helpless pleasure.
"Ooooooooooh, ahhhhhh," she moaned in mindless bliss as
his finger stroked along the sensitive wet slit of her
virginal little pussy and rubbed in teasing circles
around the quivering bud of her clitoris. Oh God! She's
done this same thing to herself dozens of times in the
past, but not once had it ever felt as good as this!
For a moment Jill's mind cleared, and she gasped out,
"No! Stop! Stop!", but it was no use. His lewd
titillating finger merely swirled across the erect
clitoris even more eagerly, then pushed through the
moistened lips of her pulsing vagina. I can't let him
do this, it's wrong terribly wrong!
Her mind cried in silent warning. But her body, as
though following the commands of a brain of its own,
began to twitch and squirm in helpless abandon, and her
long legs spread wider to give him freer access to her
wet, throbbing pussy.
"Can't wait any longer, baby," Jeff groaned, jerking
his finger roughly from her heated vaginal flesh and
hurriedly unzipping his jeans. "Gotta fuck you now!"
His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt and
the obscene words he uttered so shocked the young co-ed
that she didn't realize he had unfastened his fly until
she felt the urgently pulsing cock-head pressed against
her naked thigh. Then she shuddered, jolted at last
from her unwanted erotic arousal.
"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!" Jill cried out, as she stiffened
her body and tried to move away from him, clamping her
thighs together in an involuntary motion of protection.
"Open your legs!" Jeff gasped, clawing cruelly at the
tender flesh of her inner thighs with talon-like
fingers. "Goddamn it, Jill, I can't wait! Open your
legs!"
"Nooooooooo! Get away, get away from me!" the now-
frightened girl wailed in near-hysteria. "NO!
Nooooooooooo!" The voluptuous redhead's tight-pressing
thighs had trapped his invading penis between them, but
her fear-tensed muscles squeezing this blood-inflated
cock-head only served to enflame his already
uncontrollable lust for her.
Jill felt her boy friend's body buck and jerk above her
own nakedly cringing loins, felt his long hard penis
ramming back and forth between her tightly clamped
thighs, heard obscenities spew from his mouth in
incoherent gasps. Then, much to her horror, his wildly
throbbing cock began spurting out gushes of hot thick
sperm all over her trembling thighs.
Jill lay completely still, trying desperately to
suppress the strange sensation of regret that spread
throughout her unsatisfied body. Thank God I stopped
him before something awful happened, she told herself,
and by the time Jeff raised himself off her body to
glare at her in undisguised anger, she'd succeeded in
convincing herself that this was what she really felt.
"Goddamn it, Jill!" Jeff exclaimed, rising to his feet
with his rapidly deflating penis still held in one
hand. "What the hell did you make me do that for?"
"Why don't you go get a towel and clean up the mess
you've made," she replied in a cold voice.
"You bitch!" he raged. "You frigid cock-teasing bitch!"
"If that's the way you feel about me, then maybe you'd
better leave," she said, close to tears as she rose
from the rumpled bed and drew her robe tightly around
her swollen and suddenly aching breasts.
"You bet your life I'm leaving! I'd rather be with a
five-buck whore than a cold slab of meat like you!" He
glared at her with what seemed to be a burning hatred
as he yanked up his jeans and started for the door.
"And don't bother coming back!" Jill defiantly called
after him, Jeff's harsh words wounding her more deeply
than she would ever admit.
"That'll be a pleasure, baby!" he yelled over his
shoulder as he slammed the door behind him.
Hot stinging tears sprang to Jill's green eyes as she
listened to Jeff's footsteps clattering down the stairs
and heard his motor gunning and tires squealing as he
sped away. Steeling herself against the tremors of
frustration that now were shaking and rippling through
her body, she took a second shower, downed some
sleeping pills, and fell into a restless sleep.
She'd seen Jeff only once after that evening -- at the
International Law exam. Jill turned immediately away
when she saw he was sitting next to a petite blonde
nicknamed "Hot Pants Susie". Good riddance she told
herself, forcing back the unexplained hot tears that
fell, one after another, on her examination paper...
**
With a jolt of surprise, Jill realized that she'd been
standing in her new kitchen staring with unseeing eyes
at the running tap for over a minute. Quickly picking
up her washcloth, she began sponging her body with
vigorous strokes as if she were trying to scrub away
the disturbing memories. All that's in the past, the
twenty-two year old redhead told herself firmly.
Now you're here in Denmark, starting a new life, and
you won't make the mistake of trusting a man and
letting him get too close to you again. This thought
reassured her, and by the time she'd pulled on her
white cotton brassiere, bikini panties, and her clean
navy blue checked mini-skirt and navy top, she was
humming a little tune to herself.
Erik, who had been peering through the bead-curtained
doorway leading from the kitchen to the main room with
great curiosity while the voluptuous naked American
girl stood as if in a trance before the sink, had
prudently moved back from the doorway and was staring
out the front windows when Jill reappeared.
"You look lovely," he said, smiling warmly at the
pretty redhead. But in his mind's eye he was seeing not
her neatly clad body, but the white-skinned, gracefully
curving buttocks and firm youthful thighs that he'd
watched in the kitchen five minutes ago. Goddamn, this
girl was really fantastic! He thanked his lucky stars
for having been fortunate enough to sit next to
something as nice as this on the SAS flight, rather
than the overweight businessman or talkative little old
lady he usually encountered on airplanes.
"Come on, let's go. I'm dying for a real Danish beer
after two weeks in New York. Let's have lunch first,
then go see that porno shop, all right?"
"Sounds wonderful," Jill agreed. She was feeling in
high spirits, her unpleasant memories canceled out by
the fact that Erik hadn't tried to bother her while she
was dressing in the kitchen. European men must be
different, she thought thankfully. Erik seemed to be a
real man, not a silly college boy like Jeff had been.
They made their way down the steep stairway and out
into the bright sunshine.
That's the library," Erik gestured toward a new, three-
story building across the street. "They have lots of
books in English too, Elation and other things. Come
on, let's walk that way. It's no use taking the car,
there'll be no place to park it."
Jill looked around her in wide-eyed fascination as they
strolled down the cobblestone street lined on either
side by small shops interspersed with large buildings
that Erik told her belonged to the university. It all
seemed clean and peaceful, and she knew that she was
going to like living in Copenhagen. They came to a
small canal where several old women were vending fresh
fish, turned a corner and found themselves at a
restaurant.
Inside it was dark and cozy with wooden tables crowded
with people and a delicious smell of cooking food. Jill
suddenly realized that she was ravenously hungry and
thirsty.
"Two Elephants," Erik said to the waiter in Danish.
"Elephants?" Jill laughed. "Did you really ask for two
elephants?"
"That's a kind of beer," he explained with a smile.
"You'll like it, I think."
Jill did indeed like it. She gulped it down quickly,
and Erik immediately ordered two more bottles with
their meal, a giant plate of Tartar Steak -- which was
only raw meat ground up and topped with onions, capers,
and a raw egg.
"We say in Denmark that this raw meat makes you sexy,"
Erik said, glancing hungrily at Jill's full up-thrust
breasts pressing enticingly against the thin fabric of
her cotton shirt.
The auburn-haired girl was too dizzy from the two
powerful beers to be offended by his remark, as she
normally would have been, and just smiled
absentmindedly.
"Another beer before we go?" the attractive blond man
suggested, ordering them before she had time to object.
By the time the couple left the restaurant, Jill was
feeling more relaxed than she had in months. She was
unused to alcohol, and the three unexpectedly strong
beers had made her half-drunk. Now the prospect of
visiting a porn shop seemed pleasurable rather than an
ordeal. It would be fun!
The restaurant was only a couple blocks from something
that Erik called the "Walking Street", a mile-long
pavement lined with shops where no cars were allowed.
Thick crowds milled down the street, and many cafes and
restaurants had seats out on the sidewalk where people
basked in the sun, watching the parade of pedestrians
Jill immediately spotted three large signs reading,
"Sexy Shop", "Porno World", and "Sex Land".
Born and bred in rural New England, the young woman had
never been exposed to pornography in all her twenty-two
years. Somehow she'd imagined that pornography shops
like this were only found in dark slum-quarter streets,
and she was relieved to find that this store was right
in the center of town, flanked by an expensive jewelry
shop on one side and a bakery on the other. Even more
relieved by the fact that none of the passers-by seemed
to take any notice of the sex shop's customers, she
followed Erik though the doors of "Porno World".
The store was crowded with customers speaking in a
babble of languages. On the walls hung row after row of
color magazines, and the ceiling was hung with erotic
posters. Loud rock music issued from hidden speakers,
its insistent beat seeming to pound in the intoxicated
young redhead's bloodstream.
"Gosh... I don't know quite where to begin," she
murmured to Erik.
"Why don't you just look around? I'll pick out some of
the really good stuff for you," he suggested, and she
gratefully agreed.
The rack beside her was crammed with magazines labeled.
Color Climax, each with a different illustration on the
glossy cover. Although no one seemed to be noticing
her, Jill felt too embarrassed to actually pick one up
and look through it. Still, even the covers were pretty
wild. One that particularly caught her eye showed a
pair of lovely young girls draped nakedly over a couple
of large motorcycles with two muscular leather-clad
males approaching menacingly, their enormous cocks held
in their hands.
A lewd little thrill of arousal rose unbidden down
between her legs, and she quickly turned away to stare
at the ceiling. Just above her head was a poster
divided into twelve sections, each one representing a
different astrological sign illustrated by a sexual
position.
Dazedly, Jill picked out her own sign, Scorpio, and
gazed in stunned disbelief at the seemingly impossible
contortion of the nakedly entwined couple. God! Did
people really do things like that? What would it feel
like to be that woman on the poster?
The inexperienced redhead sensed an uncomfortable
moisture spreading into the vee of her tight white
cotton panties. She again fixed her eyes on the rack of
magazines. This time her attention was caught by one
where a naked, sun-bronzed brunette was hungrily
sucking a black man's gigantic erect penis into her
ovalled pink lips.
It's perverted! It's sick! Jill told herself. But in
spite of anything she could do, the prurient flames of
illicit desire surged with ever-increasing urgency
through her belly. This unwanted physical reaction
frightened her; she liked to think that she was in
complete control of herself at all times, but right now
she felt strangely vulnerable.
"Hey, you should see the things they've got over at the
counter," Erik was suddenly pulling on her arm,
directing her attention toward the glass-encased
display case containing bizarre clothing, little whips,
and dildos.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jill gasped involuntarily, more shocked and
aroused than ever. Somehow these lewd objects seemed
even more obscene than any picture, people actually
bought these things and used them! The very idea took
her breath away. Her wide-open green eyes focused in
fascination on a pair of purple silk bikini panties
with a slit in the crotch-band, then at an eight-inch
dildo with a red light flashing on and off in the head.
God! She simply couldn't believe it! She had to get out
of this place before she fainted.
"Can we leave now?" she asked Erik in a weak, shaky
voice.
"Already?" He sounded disappointed, but led her out the
door, handing her a thick parcel which she guiltily
stuffed into her purse.
"It... it was just a little stuffy... too crowded... I
got dizzy," she tried to explain, not wanting to tell
him of her indecent arousal.
"Let's walk in the fresh air, then you'll feel fine,"
he suggested. The handsome Dane had a shrewd suspicion
of just what was bothering the young redhead, but he
nonchalantly continued playing his role of the polite
Danish gentleman, occasionally interjecting a
suggestive comment and gleefully noting her awkward
confusion.
For the rest of the afternoon they explored the Walking
Street and the narrow streets surrounding it, stopping
here and there for a drink.
"How about dinner?" Erik finally suggested as the town
hall bells chimed six o'clock. "We could visit one of
the live sex shows afterward... you really should see
one, just to know what they're all about for your
research."
Jill hesitated, feeling the shameful shivers of
excitement coursing through her loins at his seemingly
innocent suggestion. She'd had a good time with Erik
Mortensen all afternoon, and had decided that she
trusted him. What the naive twenty-two year old didn't
trust was her own body's strange reactions to the
pornography she had already seen.
She was afraid that a sex show would make her feel just
like she had in the sex shop, and that was something
she simply couldn't face. These confusing physical
sensations must be caused by fatigue, by "jet-lagging",
she decided. Best to go straight to bed. Besides, she
had two meetings in the morning, and she wanted to be
alert for them in order to make a good impression.
"I'm sorry, but I think I better go on home and get
some sleep," she said to Erik, feeling guilty at his
obvious disappointment. He'd been very nice to her,
Jill thought, but after all her work was really the
most important thing. "Maybe some other evening," she
added.
"Oh, come on," he insisted. "You slept on the plane.
And it's still early."
If I can only get her to watch a live show, I'm sure
she'll loosen up, he was thinking. Already, I can see
her Victorian mask starting to crack. But Jill was not
to be persuaded. "No, I'm sorry," she said firmly. "I
have important work to do in the morning."
She suddenly sounded aloof and stubborn, and Erik
decided not to press the issue. He'd wait a day or so,
and then he'd try again. And again and again, if
necessary, for this auburn-haired girl with her large,
proud breasts and firmly swaying ass-cheeks was well
worth waiting for. He knew instinctively that when he
finally got to fuck that tight little pussy of hers,
all his efforts would be more than worthwhile.
At the door to her apartment, Erik pulled the luscious
redhead to him and kissed her, his lean muscular loins
pressing suggestively against her slender body. Taken
by surprise, Jill responded eagerly. Before she was
aware of what was happening, her hips were grinding up
against the warm bulge in his trousers as forbidden
waves of erotic arousal surged through her body once
again. Almost immediately, however, she came to her
senses and broke away from him with an embarrassed
little laugh.
"Good night, Erik," she said rather breathlessly.
"And... and thank you so much for all you've done to
help me today."
"I'll be seeing you very soon," he said softly. He
stood there in the stairwell, watching her firm, panty-
clad buttocks undulating beneath her short skirt as she
mounted the stairs. Yes, it had been a good day... and
next time would b even better, of that he was sure.
Chapter 2
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 crotch-band 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 crotch-band
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 Cod! 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 n umber 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 Cod, 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.
Chapter 3
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 Cod! 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 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. Cod, 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.
It's only because of the hashish and those books I saw
last night. It's a 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 HARD!"
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.
Chapter 4
A few minutes later, the chiming of church bells
outside in the warm summer night and a crash of glass
followed by a curse from the kitchen echoed in Jill's
befogged brain as she struggled to regain some
semblance of consciousness. The drugged young graduate
student moaned softly, not quite able to comprehend
where she was. Part of her mind told her that she was
in her parent's white frame New England home, lying on
the narrow patchwork-quilt-covered bed in her own
bedroom, but another section of her brain warned that
this couldn't be true. If she were safe at home, she
wouldn't be hearing those strange sounds, and her head
wouldn't feel so thick and fuzzy.
The confused young redhead forced her heavy eyelids
open and stared in astonishment at her own naked body,
which was sprawled in lewd abandon upon the bed. Next
she focused her eyes on an exotically-clad young man
who was standing just outside the kitchen doorway
pouring a glass of whiskey. What was that stranger
doing in her room... and what had happened to her
clothes?
Staring in disbelief, Jill moaned and turned her head
away. Disturbing memories were gradually crowding into
her mind, and she began to feel afraid as she realized
how powerful the effects of the hashish had been. She
knew that she was totally vulnerable now, unable to
defend herself against the long-haired hippie who was
leaning against the kitchen wall and leering at her.
Clenching her eyes tightly shut in a futile attempt to
shut out the reality of her situation, the trembling
American girl found that depraved pictures were
imprinted on her eyelids. There was no escape!
"Nooooo!" she murmured in horror as scenes of Lisa's
glistening pink lips clasping Tommy's long pulsing
penis flashed relentlessly before her eyes. She
imagined she could feel streams of thick white sperm
running down her own throat and over her chin, and an
unwanted tingling sensation began once more in her
traitorous vagina. "Noooooo!" she moaned again, more
loudly this time.
"You want some whiskey?" Dizzy asked, as he saw the
curvaceous redhead coming to life. Goddamn, she was
built better than anything he'd ever seen in his life.
He couldn't wait to duck this sexy American bitch. He
should have ducked her a couple of minutes ago when she
was out of it, but he wanted her to know she was being
Sucked... and by him!
Jill kept her head buried in the pillow, refusing to
acknowledge his presence by answering his question.
Somehow it seemed that, if she ignored him, he would
vanish, that it was all a terrible nightmare that she
could shut off by will power.
"I said, do you wanna drink?" Dizzy repeated, the
alcohol combined with the mind-distorting dope making
him feel unusually aggressive. What the Suck was the
matter with the stupid bitch anyway? Did she think she
was better than he was or something? The dark-haired
young man approached the bed and stared down at her
voluptuous naked body below him, a menacing expression
crossing his lewdly leering eyes.
"Noooooo," Jill moaned. It seemed to be the only thing
she could say, and, though she wanted to tell him to
leave, her mouth couldn't form the words.
"Yeah, you do!" Dizzy spat down at her. Grasping her
long red curls with one hand, he roughly yanked her
face around so that she was forced to look at him. She
stared up at him with widened eyes, a little cry of
pain escaping from between her lips as he cruelly
tugged on her soft hair, and her helpless terror
incited the drug-crazed youth more than ever.
Jill's eyes remained glued to the frightened face
leering down at her. There was something almost inhuman
about his steel-eyed expression that warned her that he
was too far gone to reason with, even if her numb lips
could have managed to shape the words. With a snarling
laugh, Dizzy forced the glass of whiskey to her mouth.
The naked redhead shook her head in mute protest and
clenched her teeth tightly together, for she was afraid
that the alcohol would totally destroy her already
muddled brain.
"Goddamn it, I said have a drink before I fuck you,"
Dizzy raged, then pinched her nose tightly shut so that
she was compelled to open her mouth to gasp for air.
The minute her lips parted, the angry young man poured
straight Scotch down her throat.
Jill swallowed and gagged at the taste of the burning
liquid. His lewd words had confirmed her worst
suspicions. "Before I Duck you"... the terrible words
rang in her ears as the searing whiskey warmed her
stomach. "Noooooo," she wailed again, more frantically
this time. "NOOOOOOOO!"
"What's the matter? You think I'm not good enough for
your goddamned pussy?" Dizzy sneered. He began to pull
off his velvet trousers and Moroccan shirt, the alcohol
coursing through his bloodstream feeding his lust and
anger. "You stupid American cunt! I know you're as hot
as I am! And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"
The intoxicated redhead stared at the long thick penis
that sprang rigidly out from his hair-covered loins.
This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! She
closed her eyes, suddenly feeling completely
disoriented from the combination of alcohol and hash.
Then, as the sex-crazed young man's hands cruelly
grasped at the full sensitive mounds of her naked
breasts, she realized with dreadful certainty that this
horror-filled vision was not a dream.
This wild-eyed stranger was about to rape her, to tear
away her precious virginity that she'd preserved all
these years for someone worthy of her trust. A sudden
vision of Jeff, her college boy friend, ran through her
distorted brain. It would have been far better if she'd
allowed him to deflower her then, almost anyone, in
fact, rather than this maniac hovering above her now.
Adrenaline shot through Jill Duncan's loins, and she
shoved his hands from her quivering breasts with a
strength that surprised her.
"Get away, get away from me! Don't touch me!" she
choked out, trying to scramble off the bed.
Her resistance infuriated the lust-inflamed youth. All
remaining traces of reason fled from his mind, and the
only reality he was aware of was the burning ache in
his erectly throbbing penis.
"Get back over here, goddamn it!" he yelled at the
cringing redhead, then brutally flung his thin yet
powerful body down to pin her nakedly to the bed. Jill
gasped weakly as the impact of his weight knocked the
wind from her chest, and in this confusing instant
Dizzy was able to position himself between the
terrified girl's long shapely legs. Grasping at the
soft resilient flesh of her inner thighs, he roughly
yanked them apart to kneel between them and then leered
down at her fear-glazed eyes in triumph.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he hissed down at the
innocent naked girl beneath him. "Gonna fuck you till
you're screaming for more!"
His lewd words seemed to etch themselves across Jill's
drug-clouded brain. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Over and over
again the red letters of this vile word flashed before
her tightly closed eyelids until the frightened young
law student thought that she was losing her mind. I
have to pull myself together... I have to stop him now,
she mentally cried, forcing her eyes open in order to
dispel the unwanted hallucination. But when she saw his
naked male flesh towering above her and noted the
animalistic lust upon Dizzy's flushed face, she felt
more helpless and incapable of action than ever before
in her life.
"You... you can't!" the virginal young girl managed to
choke out from between parched lips. "Please! No one
ever did this to me before!"
"Don't give me that bullshit, baby," the long-haired
youth hissed down at her. "You really think I believe
that kind of crap?" Her unwilling attitude was really
beginning to irritate him now, was this some kind of
game American girls played or something? His long thick
cock was lurching painfully against the girl's smooth-
skinned thigh, and he didn't want to lie around talking
about it, he wanted to Suck her right this instant. If
she didn't like it now, well, he'd make her like it
before he was through with her!
Ignoring Jill's continuous moans of anguish, the eager
young man lowered his head to the full mounds of her
large white breasts. They were perfectly shaped, and
their satin-smooth flesh quivered beneath his hungry
mouth as he ran his tongue around one little pink
nipple and then squeezed it hard between his lips. He
felt her body jerk slightly, and a ripple of triumphant
glee ran through his desire-wracked body. He was going
to turn this little bitch on if it killed him!
The shock of feeling Dizzy's warm moist lips sucking on
her naked breast sent a strange shivering tingle
through Jill's sensually aroused body. For a few
moments all fears and thoughts of resistance vanished,
smothered by the exquisite sensations shooting from her
breasts down to her wide-stretched thighs. Then her
mind once again cleared, and the drug-confused virgin
knew what she was doing. She was allowing a total
stranger to abase her body -- she was acting like a
vile, sinful whore!
"Stop!" she gasped, her own voice sounding as if it
were coming from a long way off. "Don't do it to me!
Please stop!"
But even as she spoke, Dizzy's fingers were running
over her fearfully trembling belly, moving down over
the hair-fringed slit of her vagina which was already
damp and sensitive from the unwanted arousal she had
felt watching the lewd spectacle of oral intercourse in
Dizzy's room. Oh God! The tormented young student knew
she couldn't allow this to happen, couldn't allow this
man to wantonly rape her, but his mouth and hands felt
so wonderful -- even better than the dildo had last
night -- and she didn't know how she could gather the
strength to stop him.
"Noooooo," Jill sighed weakly, attempting to draw her
long legs together.
"You quit saying 'no' or I'm gonna make you quit it!"
the youth warned, obviously enjoying the feeling of
power he had over the helpless young girl beneath him.
"No, you mustn't... you... AHHHHHHHH!" Jill's tremulous
resistance changed to a wail of anguish as Dizzy's
teeth sank into the soft flesh surrounding her erect
nipple. At first she thought that she would faint from
the searing pain, but much to her surprise it faded to
an exquisite agony.
Suddenly the auburn-haired virgin felt herself sinking
into a state where all resolutions, all guilt,
everything but her compelling physical arousal ceased
to exist. One last clear thought flashed through her
mind as the dark-haired young man's finger located her
ultra-sensitive clitoris and began to rub around it in
teasing circular strokes: I know it's wrong, but I don
't care anymore! I'm alone in this strange country and
no one will know what I do except me, and, God help me,
I want to learn what this powerful feeling is all
about.
The Danish hippie felt the American girl's voluptuous
body gradually relaxing beneath his fingers and
hungrily sucking mouth, and he realized that he'd
conquered her at last. His aggression began to vanish
as he felt Jill's aroused little pussy quiver eagerly
at his touch; now he concentrated on fucking this
curvaceous young female and making her love every
minute of it.
For a few minutes more he continued to nibble and tease
at her satin-smooth breasts and to caress her moistly
throbbing vagina with his outstretched middle finger.
Each time she moaned and jerked in helpless arousal
beneath him, he felt himself growing increasingly
strong and masculine. This was the way he'd wanted it
to be, the way it ought to be. Jesus Christ! He wanted
to spend the rest of his life all ducked up on good
dope and screwing a fantastic woman like this- one who
writhed and gasped underneath him now.
"You love it, you sweet little bitch," he whispered
into her ear. Soft tendrils of her flame-colored curls
teased at his face, arousing him more than ever. "Tell
me you want it! Tell me what you want me to do to you!"
"Ahhhhh... ooohhhhh..." Jill mewled helplessly, not
really comprehending his words. Part of her mind was
still fairly clear, and it was telling her that she was
about to do something she would regret the rest of her
life. But somehow this only served to excite her
traitorous body more than ever. I'm perverted and evil,
the helplessly writhing young redhead thought to
herself. I'm a whore, I'm going to let a stranger duck
me, and I know I'm going to love it!
It was as if years of frustrated impulses had surfaced
in the passion-incensed young girl's body. The lewd
word "fuck" and the depraved impression of how she must
look lying there naked on the bed beneath this man fed
her distorted passion until she was almost insane with
an animal desire to feel his thick cock pulsating deep
inside of her quivering vagina. It didn't even matter
how much it might hurt, she had to feel it, had to
experience this or she would go out of her mind.
"Tell me! What do you want me to do?" Dizzy insisted,
sadistically nipping first one helplessly quivering
nipple and then the other.
This time Jill heard him, but she still did not reply.
No matter how much her body was betraying her into this
depraved arousal, she could not imagine admitting it to
this strange man whom she loathed in her mind but
lusted for in her loins.
To actually say the words would mean acknowledging her
own forbidden feelings, and she knew that if she
uttered her desire she'd never be able to look at
herself again without shame and guilt for the rest of
her life. This dark-haired intruder might have managed
to overpower her deceitful body, but the idea that he
had also corrupted her mind and broken down her will
power of which she was so proud was too awful to
contemplate.
"Nooooo, stop! Stop!" Jill moaned, but her words were
contradicted by the wanton upward undulations of her
buttocks.
"Yes!" Dizzy insisted. "I wanna hear you say it! Come
on, tell me, you want me to fuck you!" As he spoke, he
inserted his middle finger a couple of inches up into
her moistly clasping vaginal sheath.
"Ohhhhhhh!" gasped the impassioned redhead as the
unexpected lewd sensation of his rotating finger inside
her never-before-entered pussy sent irrepressible
tremors of pleasure through every sensitive nerve in
her eagerly trembling body. She squeezed her eyes shut
and found to her dismay that the forbidden word was
once again flashing before her eyes: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The word rang so loudly in her ears that she thought
someone was speaking it -- and then a cold shiver of
shock ran through her nakedly writhing body as she
realized that the distorted voice was her own.
Oh God! He had conquered her in spite of her strong
resolutions... forced her to submit to his stronger
will... transformed her into a submissive slave who was
unable to resist him. The lewd tremor of masochistic
excitement that ran through Jill's voluptuous body at
this last thought shocked the sexually inexperienced
young girl. Fingers of obscene arousal flickered
throughout her body, feeding the flames of her already
burning desire and causing her to call out again,
"Ohhhhh... fuck... fuck me... fuck me..." Her voice was
louder now, and it carried a clouded ring of desire.
Dizzy felt a wave of salacious satisfaction as the
obscene words spewed from the innocent young girds
lust-contorted mouth. Goddamn, she was a real hot
little cant after all! His furiously throbbing cock
gave an urgent lurch and he knew he could not wait
another minute to stuff his rigid cock-shaft up into
this American girl's hot little pussy.
"You asked for it, baby," he gloated, pulling his
middle finger out from the damp clinging depths of her
quivering vaginal channel and positioning his lust-
thickened penis just in front of her glistening pussy
lips.
There was a curious disappointed sensation deep in
Jill's violated pussy as Dizzy's finger popped with a
lewd little sound from her wetly quivering vagina. She
opened her eyes, feeling frustrated at his abrupt
withdrawal, but then a loud gasp of horror rose in her
throat as the innocent redhead saw his swollen pole of
hard male flesh pointed right at the tiny quivering
mouth of her virginal pussy. It was enormous, and it's
lust-bloated size frightened her terribly. It was too
big, far, far too big -- to ever fit inside her tight
little vagina which had been stretched painfully even
by the plastic vibrator. It would split her in two!
"Oh no! You can't! It's too big!" she wailed, trying to
pull her widespread legs back together and
involuntarily tightening her cuntal muscles in self-
defense. But even as she spoke she felt the hot-
pressing head of Dizzy's rigidly pulsing penis rubbing
against her most sensitive flesh.
Staring down in a terror that was mixed with lewd
twinges of desire, the panting young virgin felt
another shudder of masochistic arousal run wantonly
through her naked loins. Beads of perspiration sprang
out on her forehead as she watched and felt the
enormous rod of pulsating male flesh, slide a painful
inch into her well-lubricated pussy. The lips of her
vagina opened like a hungry child to receive the long
invading instrument deeper inside her virgin cuntal
channel.
"Ahhhhh," the drug-crazed young woman moaned, making no
effort now to disguise the fact that it was a moan of
ecstasy rather than of pain. Although her tight little
vagina was being brutally stretched by the insistent
pressure of his thick cockhead, the young redhead was
nevertheless filled with a never-before-experienced
sensation of mindless desire. She wanted him to plunge
his long hard thickness all the way up into her eagerly
clasping cunt, and longed for the exquisite climax she
knew his penis would bring her.
Dizzy held his fully erect cock still for a long
moment, savoring the sight of this previously obstinate
girl who now writhed beneath him in frenzied
excitement. For as long as he could bear it, the
excited youth let his thick cock lie immobile halfway
up inside Jill's trembling vaginal channel, wanting to
tease her passion to the fever point before he
satisfied her. Although she'd said that no one had ever
done this to her before, he never for a minute thought
that she could have been telling the truth. Certainly
none of the girls he'd ever known had been virgins at
her age, especially if they were as voluptuous as the
lovely redhead beneath him.
Unable at last to hold himself back any longer, Dizzy
began to push his aching cock deeper into her tautly
resisting vagina. Shit, her goddamn cunt was the
tightest he'd ever felt in his entire life! Could she
really be a virgin? This thought so excited the lust-
crazed young man that he shoved his hips forward and
lunged without thought of injury into her tightly
clasping pussy.
For an instant he feared that it would be impossible to
penetrate the resisting sheath of her virginal hymen,
but then, ignoring Jill's anguished cry of pain, he
thrust again. This time he could feel his long hard
cock slip another inch into the whimpering redhead's
moisture-drenched vagina. Her fear-tensed cuntal
muscles clutched so tightly to the first few inches of
his hotly throbbing cock that he knew he had to ram it
all the way to the hilt before he shot his load all
over her cream-white thighs and red-gold pubic hair.
"HERE IT COMES, BABY!" the long-haired youth shouted at
the top of his lungs. "GET READY FOR THE BEST FUCK OF
YOUR LIFE!"
"Nooooo, oh God, nooooo!" Jill wailed as tears of pain
coursed in little rivulets down over her flushed
cheeks. The excruciating agony of his brutal entry
temporarily cleared her mind of all her earlier drug-
intensified arousal, and she was at last fully aware of
what was happening to her. She was about to lose her
treasured virginity, not to the loving lifetime partner
she'd dreamed of, not to the most perfect man in the
world whom she could respect and love forever.
No, instead she was about to be fucked in the most
humiliating and degrading way she could imagine -- by a
total stranger whose mind was so confused by hashish
and alcohol that she doubted he knew or cared whose
vagina he was plunging his enormous cock into. And
worst of all, the fearful young student was certain
that his huge cudgel of flesh was going to split her
right open!
"Stop! You're killing me, you're..."
But even as the horrified redhead moaned out her
desperate protests, she heard Dizzy's wanton
animalistic battle cry and felt his giant penis smash
into her helplessly cringing vagina with relentless
fury. A sickening bolt of searing pain shot through
Jill's pinioned body as his invading cock ripped
through the fragile membrane protecting her virginity.
Every cell in her violated young body screamed in
protest, and the tortured auburn-haired victim only
wished that she could pass out or die, anything to
escape from the burning hell she had unwittingly
allowed herself to fall into. Not daring to move a
muscle for fear that the agony would be intensified,
she lay nakedly gasping and moaning beneath the
impaling pole of hot male flesh.
It filled every inch of her strained vaginal channel,
and she could feel every pulsing vein of its long thick
shaft as it pressed against her wide-stretched cuntal
walls. Trembling in fear and agony, Jill waited for the
next torturous thrust with her eyes clenched tightly
shut.
Much to the innocent redhead's surprise, Dizzy held his
massive penis inside her tightly clasping pussy until
he felt her taut cuntal muscles relaxing and heard her
groans grow less anguished. Jesus Christ! he thought in
excitement, the little bitch really was a goddamned
virgin! The first one he'd ever had! This realization
so fired his passion that his cock began almost
involuntarily to flex and throb against the moisture-
drenched walls of her palpitating vagina.
"Arrrrrggghhhh," Jill cried out, but the lust-maddened
youth above her could already detect a slight change in
her high-pitched voice. It no longer sounded desperate
and hysterical. Instead, she appeared to be submissive
and on the verge of arousal again. Suddenly overcome by
his urgent need, Dizzy began to plunge his lust-swollen
cock in and out of her clinging cuntal channel with
smooth rhythmic strokes that speared far into the
never-before-penetrated depths of her impaled young
pussy.
Jill lay on the rumpled bed, scarcely daring to breathe
as the thick rod of flesh began fucking into her
vagina, each relentless stroke sending a heated stab of
burning pain searing through the tautly stretched lips
of her cunt. At first the agony was almost more than
the whimpering girl thought she could bear, and though
she could not control the sounds spewing from her
contorted lips, she realized that there was absolutely
nothing she could do to stop this drug-crazed youth
from continuing to skewer her ruthlessly violated
pussy. He didn't even seem to hear her piteous mewls,
and it was quite obvious that nothing she could do or
say would deter him from ravishing her previously
untouched body.
In fact, the confused redhead was no longer sure that
she wanted to do anything to stop him now, even if she
could. Her pain-wracked loins were reacting to the
helplessness of her position by instinctively relaxing,
and to the ravaged redhead's relief the initial pain
was fading to a dull, almost pleasurable ache.
"Fuck back, fuck back," the lust-inflamed boy cried
out. "Move that goddamn ass! Fuck back!" He knew that
this would serve to deaden her pain; more importantly,
it would turn her into a wantonly writhing whore,
changing her forever from an uptight virgin who thought
she was better than everyone else. And he, Dizzy, was
going to bring about this lurid transformation. The
sadistic thought swelled his drug-affected ego almostas
much as his pounding penis.
Not daring to displease this stranger whose invading
hardness had such power to bring pain, Jill began to
wriggle her buttocks in small uncertain circles around
the hot mass of male flesh stuffed up into her tight
little cuntal opening. To her surprise she found that
this submissive movement dispelled the last traces of
discomfort and replaced them with the same wanton
thrills of arousal that had driven her half-mad with
desire when he'd finger-fucked her.
Soon her hips were undulating in urgent circles, and
tingling masochistic waves of pleasure slid insidiously
along every nerve in her fevered young body. Oh God,
she thought, I'm losing control of myself again... and
I don't even care anymore. I want him to Duck me -- I
don't care if it's wrong.
No longer trying to repress the exquisite sensations
surging through her writhing loins, Jill fucked back
with every muscle in her body. She felt her cunt
opening up like a flower beneath his battering penis as
lewd words gurgled out from her lust-contorted mouth.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she groaned out. "Give me
your cock... give me your cum!"
The forbidden words excited her more than ever. It was
as though some force deep within Jill Duncan that had
laid dormant all these years had suddenly been released
by this man's wildly plunging cock, and each obscenity
she uttered was a cry of triumphant freedom to the
aroused young woman. Straining every muscle in her body
to the utmost, she strove for the orgasm that she could
feel already descending upon her wantonly aroused body.
Her sudden lewd reaction almost drove the long-haired
youth insane. The speed and strength of his strokes
accelerated out-of-control, and he knew his aching
lust-bloated balls would explode at any minute now.
"Cummmmming!" he shouted down at the flailing young
woman beneath him. "I'm cummmmmming!"
And then a hot stream of thick burning semen was
rushing down his long jerking penis to gush in spurt
after spurt into Jill's tightly clasping cunt. His
entire body shivered and spasmed for several minutes,
and then he collapsed upon the girl's still twitching
loins, his deflated cock slipping uselessly from her
unsatisfied cunt. In the intensity of his own climax,
the drugged young hippie didn't hear Jill's frustrated
whimpers, didn't know or care that he'd failed to bring
the ravaged and violated virgin to orgasm.
"Oh no, nononono Don't stop, oh, please don't stop
now!" Jill's words came from her mouth in a husky,
despairing whisper. It just couldn't be true! She'd
been so close, almost there... and now it was too late.
She just couldn't bear it.
The frustrated redhead continued to whimper softly,
burying her face in the rumpled bedclothes as the sated
youth rose unsteadily to his feet. He stood looking
down at her perspiration-slickened body sprawled in
lewd abandon upon the bed, a vacant expression in his
bloodshot eyes. Then he picked up his scattered clothes
and made his way back to his own apartment, still
naked, to have another pipe of hash and boast to his
friends of his triumphant conquest over this helpless
and deflowered young American girl.
Chapter 5
It was mid-afternoon by the time the hot sun streaming
in through the uncurtained windows roused Jill Duncan
from her drugged slumber. She opened her eyes groggily,
not realizing at first where she was, and gazed in
confusion at her own naked body splayed out upon the
wild disorder of rumpled bedclothes. Why on earth had
she gone to bed without putting on her nightgown or
getting under the covers? she asked herself uneasily.
Rubbing her eyes, the curvaceous redhead attempted to
stand up only to collapse back upon the bed as a wave
of dizziness surged through her aching head. Was she
sick maybe? Or... or... a faint shred of memory wafted
through her disoriented brain, and without quite
remembering just why, she felt guilty and ashamed, and
in some inexplicable way different from the way she'd
always felt before. What happened to her last night.
WHAT?
Even as the troubled young girl shook her tangled
auburn curls and attempted to clear away the fog that
had blotted out her memory of the previous evening, she
remembered that she'd had an appointment at three
o'clock this afternoon at the university. She groped
for the clock that she usually placed beside her bed,
finally locating it on the floor with a crack in its
glass face but with its hands still faithfully ticking.
Three-fifteen! Oh God, she felt far too ill to get up
now -- it was just impossible to even consider doing
so. Every muscle in her naked body ached, and the flesh
down between her legs felt raw and sensitive.
Another dim flicker of recollection rippled across
Jill's brain, a repulsive lewd image of herself
sprawled beneath a man's body with his long thick cock
piercing deep into her hair-fringed pussy. The
distraught auburn-haired student shuddered and sank
back down upon the bed, resolutely pushing the depraved
picture from her mind. I must have been looking at
those porno magazines again; probably using the
vibrator too, she decided. Well, never again. IS throw
them away as soon as I get up. This explanation was
humiliating enough, but it was far less horrifying than
the truth which lurked deep within her subconscious, so
she accepted it almost thankfully.
More sleeps that's what I need, she told herself,
discarding any thought of attending her appointment as
she curled beneath the crumpled sheet. That'll put
these filthy ideas out of my mind. And with that she
sank back once more into a deadening dreamless slumber.
It was almost two hours later when she was startled
from her sleep by a loud tapping on the door. Leaping
out of bed and grabbing a robe from the closet as she
passed, the groggy young redhead pulled open the door.
A uniformed man stood there holding out a piece of blue
paper and mumbling something in Danish. A telegram!
In the Duncan home, telegrams were considered an
expensive waste of good hard-earned money and were sent
only in the event of severe illness or death. An icy
chill of fear ran through Jill's scantily body now as
she accepted the ominous slip of paper, it must be
about daddy, he must have had another stroke! Too
perturbed to notice the way the teenaged delivery boy
was staring with wide-eyed interest at her partially
revealed breasts Jutting out from the hastily flung on
robe, she tore open the wire.
Then, as she read it, her knees went weak with relief.
MEET ME AT THE PAGODA RESTAURANT IN TIVOLI GARDENS AT
EIGHT TONIGHT.
LOVE, ERIK
Jill was surprised at the strong wave of happy
excitement that ran through her body as she read and
then reread the message. Part of her emotion was caused
by relief, of course, but a good portion of it was pure
pleasure at the prospect of seeing the handsome blond
Dane again. A wide smile illuminated her pretty face,
erasing the tightness from around her mouth and the
worried expression from her green eyes.
Suddenly Jill became aware that the young telegraph boy
was still standing in the doorway. Well, what does he
want? she wondered. Did he expect a tip? But she'd read
in a handbook prepared by the Danish government that
tipping was necessary only in taxis in Denmark, so it
couldn't be that.
Perplexed by his odd behavior, the voluptuous auburn-
haired girl followed his glance and then turned fiery-
red as she saw }ROW her carelessly draped robe exposed
the top of her full, upthrust breasts. She quickly
pulled the garment tightly across her chest, causing
the teenager to blush in embarrassment and quickly
hurry down the stairs.
Smiling to herself at the expression of consternation
on his youthful face, the curvaceous student turned
back into the kitchen to make herself a pot of coffee.
There were fragments of broken glass on the floor by
the sink, and at the sight of them the disturbing
feeling of guilt-ridden anxiety returned.
Once again she tried to grasp hold of some distant
memory, but it was as elusive as a dream. All the
troubled redhead could be sure of was a peculiar sense
of shame, and this amnesia worried her. Surely she
hadn't drunk so much last night, the bottle was still
half-full. What in God's name was causing her peculiar
behavior?
A troubled frown replaced her smile as she picked up
the slivers of glass, put on a kettle of water for
coffee, and fetched her towel, soap, and lotions for a
sponge bath. For some reason she felt very dirty, and
she thought longingly of the large white tub in her
parent's bathroom. She wondered what the Danes did for
bathing -- perhaps there were public baths - and
determined to find out as soon as possible. Her memory
black-out still tormenting her, she began to scrub
furiously at her shapely body.
Perhaps she was going crazy? She remembered how her old
Aunt Millicent had lost her memory of whole days at a
time. How she'd once shown up for church on a Monday
morning and had stood on the doorstep in the midst of a
virtual blizzard hysterically proclaiming that the
entire town was doomed to eternal hellfire for breaking
the Sabbath.
Finally they'd come and taken her away to Peaceful
Valley Rest Home up in the Berkshires. The one time
that Jill had visited her there, the confused old lady
had called her Dorcas, thinking she was her mother.
Perhaps the same sort of sickness was afflicting her
now -- hadn't she read somewhere that certain types of
insanity ran in families?
As she washed her large well-rounded breasts, Jill
realized that they were abnormally sore. She also
seemed to have started her period, although it wasn't
due for another week. Since she'd never been irregular
in her life before now, she seized on this as a
plausible explanation for her puzzling amnesia and
determined to stop thinking about it. Obviously she'd
been physically sick last night, and the memory loss
was a quite natural consequence.
Feeling cleaned and almost her old self again, the
twenty-two year old graduate student sat down at the
tiny kitchen table to drink her coffee. Pushing all
thoughts of last night's perplexing events from her
mind, she attempted to immerse herself in one of the
thick law books she'd checked out from the library.
Yesterday she'd successfully avoided her lewd
distracting thoughts by involving herself in her work,
but for some reason this didn't work today.
All she could think about was the missed appointment
with Professor Jorgensen. What on earth was she going
to tell him -- surely not that she'd been unable to get
herself out of bed at three in the afternoon.
Sickness... perhaps the flu... that sounded believable
and was almost true, for she'd certainly been stricken
by some sort of weird virus. Absentmindedly reaching
for her cigarettes, Jill lit one Band inhaled deeply.
Immediately she began to tremble like a leaf as her
memory suddenly came rushing back, flooding her mind
with obscene, unspeakable visions that she at once
recognized to be the truth.
Hashish -- of course! She'd smoked hashish with the
hippies across the hall, and it had caused her to lose
her memory. Now Jill found herself wishing that these
lurid visions had never returned; she'd almost rather
not have known that she'd acted in such a despicable
manner. A repulsive picture of that corrupt young
brunette sucking on her naked boy friend's long thick
penis flashed before her eyes, and the distressed young
woman remembered how she'd sat and watched this
perverted spectacle.
Yes, and she'd been aroused as she watched it... she
clearly recalled the urgent throbbing heat in her
vagina and the way she'd furtively rubbed her burning
pussy against the edge of the foam mattress. Dear God!
How could she have done such a depraved thing? The very
thought of it made her fair-skinned face blush beet-red
with humiliation.
And then what had happened next? She knew there was
something more, but she couldn't recall it. And perhaps
it s just as well, she decided, gulping down the rest
of her coffee. If it's more obscene than that, I don't
think I ever want to know about it
In spite of her overwhelming shame, Jill's intelligent
brain began working in its usual logical, analytical
manner to make the reality more acceptable. Last night
was in the past, and, there was no use in agonizing
over it now. Today well, tonight really, was a new day,
and she would soon feel her old strong self again.
She'd dine with Erik, then come straight home for an
early night's sleep so that she could be fresh and
alert for a day-late meeting with Professor Jorgensen
tomorrow. And if the disturbing memories returned,
she'd wipe them out of her mind as easily as erasing
chalk from a blackboard.
An hour later Jill Duncan was walking through a small
park on her way to Tivoli Gardens. A light breeze
wrapped the silky material of her short pale green
dress around her long slender legs, clearly outlining
the lines of her firm, full-fleshed thighs to the
interested eyes of all passers-by.
The redheaded young woman scarcely noticed their
glances, for every ounce of her considerable energy was
concentrated on her resolution to stifle the corrupt
flames of lust that had for some reason been troubling
her for the past few days -- ever since she'd arrived
in Denmark, in fact. From now on she was going to be
pure and strong, and there would be no more inexcusable
lapses like last night or the night before. When she
met Eric, there would be no perverted tinglings in her
body, not even if he tried to kiss her again. From now
on she would be a cool and competent law student, and
nothing more.
The resolute girl didn't seem to remember that just
twenty-four hours before, she'd been thinking the very
same thoughts as she strode through another park.
* * *
"I'll be as fat as a cow after a year in Denmark if all
the food's as good as this," Jill sighed contentedly as
she spooned up the last mouthful of her strawberries
and rich whipped cream. "I wonder why all the Danes
aren't fat?"
"Oh, we don't eat like this every day, only on special
occasions, Erik explained as he stared into the
sparkling green eyes of the curvaceous redhead seated
across the balcony table from him.
Jill, in spite of her strenuous resolutions to remain
coolly uninvolved, found herself smiling back at the
handsome blond man. A pre-dinner drink and two powerful
Elephant beers along with her oysters and sole
meunieure had made her feel relaxed and contented; and
the fairytale atmosphere of Tivoli Gardens, with its
colored lights, bright flowers, and whimsical
buildings, seemed to preclude any emotion except
cheerful enjoyment. Even when the good-looking young
man reached across the table to clasp her hand in his
she did not try to draw away. It seemed the most
natural thing in the world to be touching him as they
gazed down at a cascading fountain below their balcony
seat.
"How about an after-dinner drink?" Erik suggested in a
voice as soft as the subtle caresses of his warm
fingers upon her palm.
Although she had planned to be home early, Jill found
herself very reluctant to leave this beautiful place.
Being with Erik channeled her mind away from her
worries; if she tried to go to sleep now, she'd only
lie awake tossing and turning as lewd visions danced
before her eyes.
"That would be fun," she smiled, her sea-green eyes
sparkling at the well-dressed man beside her.
"Tivoli closes at midnight," Erik told her, "but I'll
ring my friend Lars who owns a club and see if he's
open tonight. I can't bear for this night to end so
early." He'd discovered in New York that a little
sticky sweet romanticism was the key to loosening the
inhibitions of certain types of American girls. Even
the ones who liked to spurt Women's Lib slogans at him
would grow warm and cuddly in response to his Prince
Charming image; it was, after all, the ideal that had
been instilled into their subconscious all during their
early childhood years. Now, just as he'd suspected she
would, Jill stared back at him with dreamy, star-
studded eyes.
"Sure," she murmured. "I'd like to see a Danish
nightclub."
"Waiter," Erik called to the whitejacketed waiter,
"please bring a Cherry Herring Special for the lady.
And where can I make a phone call?"
Jill watched as the tall blond Dane followed the waiter
into the oriental-roofed pavilion, returning the kiss
that he blew to her before vanishing behind a pillar.
In principle such silly romantic gestures annoyed her,
but for some reason she felt quite unlike her usual
efficient, organized self tonight. Come to think of it,
the attractive redhead mused to herself as she picked
up the rose-colored drink the waiter had placed before
her, she'd been feeling and acting very strangely ever
since she'd left the United States.
Could it be possible that there was a direct
relationship between her strange behavior and her new
home -- was the climate perhaps responsible? There was
something very strange about these long bright
Scandinavian days with only a few hours of darkness.
In one of her classes at college she'd learned about a
"suicide belt" theory; apparently certain areas of the
world such as Austria, Los Angeles, and part of Israel
have statistically higher suicide rates than the rest
of the world and some scientists attribute this fact to
certain chemicals prevalent in the atmospheres of these
areas. If this was true, then presumably her own sexual
arousal could be caused by something along the same
lines.
Shaking her auburn-haired head at her own silliness,
Jill turned her attention to the delicious cherry-
flavored drink and the panorama of bright lights and
laughter going on below her. For once in her life she
didn't want to be studious and introspective -- she
just wanted to enjoy herself as much as the shrieking
children on the nearby roller coaster were doing... she
wanted to feel alive.
**
From where Erik Mortensen stood inside the glass-
enclosed telephone box, he could see Jill's profile
clearly. He noted her expression of pleased surprise as
she tasted the Cherry Herring Special he'd ordered for
her. Good! It was a very powerful drink, although the
vodka laced in with the cherry liqueur was barely
detectable, and he knew it would make the serious
American beauty lose more of her inhibitions.
So far, the tall young man was more than satisfied with
the way his auburn-haired date had been acting this
evening, she seemed more relaxed and friendly than she
had the first day he'd met her, and she looked better
than ever too in that modestly cut yet sensuous silky
dress that clung to her voluptuous body's curves like
Saran wrap. Erik felt his long cock pulsing against his
tight-fitting trousers as he dialed his friend's
number. Tonight he'd get inside that sweet little pussy
if it was the last thing he ever did!
"Lars Jensen?" he spoke into the receiver. "Erik
here... I'm in Tivoli... yes, Tivoli, don't laugh, I'm
with the most terrific piece of ass you've ever seen,
and I know you've seen a lot!... yes, that's why I'm
calling. I want to bring her around to "Club 33"... No,
not like that... she'd freak out. She's an American,
real uptight, you know the type. So I want to find out
exactly what time the show begins, so that we can be
there "accidentally" and I can pretend I didn't plan
it... 12:45? Okay, we'll be there, outside the door...
Thanks, pal -- just wait till you see this hot little
cunt and you'll know what I'm talking about! What's on
tonight anyway... REALLY? Great! That should do the
trick if anything will! Okay, Lars, see you later."
The handsome blond man replaced the receiver and turned
back toward the balcony with a little smile of triumph
on his face. He turned toward Jill again; she was
staring out at the brightly lit park, an expression of
amazed pleasure softening her beautiful features. Wait
till she sees what I've got planned for her! he gloated
in lewd anticipation. Then she'll really be smiling!
Chapter 6
Club 33 was so dimly lit that Jill, who was beginning
to feel the effects of the considerable amount of
alcohol she'd consumed already that night, stumbled and
fell to her knees on the plush-carpeted stairs of the
entryway. Erik Mortensen helped the blushing young
redhead to her feet, allowing his hand to rest a little
longer than necessary on her smooth-skinned upper arm.
Jesus Christ, she felt so soft and warm there -- how
much better her full breasts and flaring hips would
feel!
As the handsome blonde's hand lingered on her sensitive
flesh, the intoxicated redhead was thinking much the
same thing. His pressuring hand felt so good that her
clouded imagination immediately conjured up an obscene
vision of his hands gently and sensuously caressing
every inch of her naked flesh. Jill shivered, a lewd
tingle traversing her slender body. Something told her
that she was remembering rather than fantasizing. It
must be those porno magazines, the auburn-haired young
woman convinced herself, once again driving her obscene
memories of the long-haired drug addict back down into
her subconscious. I wash I'd never seen the awful
things! And then, as Erik led her into the exotically
decorated club, she thought no more of her body's
unwelcome arousal.
The ground floor of Club 33 had been designed by a
young Danish interior decorator who'd just returned
from six months in Marrakesh, and anyone entering the
room was immediately plunged into a sensuous Arabian
Night's atmosphere.
Club members, for this was a special "key club" which
wealthy Danish hedonists, well-heeled foreigners,
successful dope dealers, and various other hangers-on
paid many kroner for the privilege of entering, lounged
around the large candlelit room in various stages of
stupefied collapse or amphetamine-accelerated
exhilaration. At one end of the large, tapestry-walled
room was a bar of sorts where a long-haired youth clad
in a silver-embroidered Moroccan robe sat crosslegged
upon a dais mixing drinks into smoky-blue mugs.
The air was filled with the scent of incense and a
pungent undertone of cigarette smoke which immediately
made Jill feel quite overwhelmed by the sensuous,
harem-like mood of the place.
The baffled yet undeniably excited young law student
stared around her in stunned bewilderment, taking note
first of the ceiling which was painted in a deep
midnight-blue interspersed with bright stars. Then she
focused her eyes on the far end of the long narrow room
where a voluptuous young girl draped in a translucent
garment adorned with silver serpents spitting fire was
belly-dancing around an authentic-looking stuffed
camel.
Many brightly-colored pipes shaped much like the one
she'd smoked last night at Dizzy's apartment hung from
the camel's velvet shoulder bags, and the bewildered
young redhead noticed that most of the guests were
inhaling a sweet-smelling tobacco that she immediately
recognized as hashish. The belly-dancer was undulating
in time to the loud sounds of rather incongruous rock
music blaring from speakers hidden in several enormous
potted plants.
"Wow!" Mortensen exclaimed. "This is really wild! Last
time I was here it was a South Sea island. Why don't
you sit down while I get us something to drink and
smoke."
Although a little voice inside her brain was calling
out a warning, the wide-eyed young law student felt her
hypnotized body following the tall Dane's instructions.
Sinking to an unoccupied velvet couch, she turned her
attention to the other people in the room. They were
dressed in a variety of styles, exotic costumes, well-
tailored suits, nondescript jeans, all of which gave
the Moroccan decorations a touch of Mardi-Gras spirit.
Jill shook her head, finding it very hard to adjust the
past few days. And today had been perhaps the oddest of
all, what with her lapsed memory, the magical Hans
Christian Andersen atmosphere of Tivoli, and now this
extraordinary Club 33. Nobody back home would ever
believe her if she told them about this place; they
thought they were being pretty wild when they smoked a
little grass and drank a case of beer in someone's
beachhouse. In fact, the twenty-two year old had a hard
time believing that she was not dreaming herself!
"I hope you'll like this," Erik said, interrupting her
reverie. "It's what everybody drinks here -- tequila."
"Tequilla?" Jill queried. "It's Mexican, isn't it? I've
heard of it, but I never tried it."
"You do it like this," the tall blond man explained,
licking his hand and sprinkling a little salt on it,
then tasting it. Next he took a bit of juice from one
of the lemon slices on a dish in front of them, and
finally swallowed a small amount of the clear tequila.
He appeared to hold this mixture in his mouth for a few
moments before swallowing, his nose wrinkling slightly
as he did so.
"Wow, that's good stuff!" It's been awhile since I had
any of that. Come on, Jill, you try it now!" He took
her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and licking the
back of her hand with his warm tongue and then
scattering salt over it. The auburn-haired young woman
gave a little gasp, surprised at the strong tremor that
ran through her body at the touch of his moist wet
tongue on her sensitive flesh.
"Now taste that, and then the lemon and tequila -- but
don't swallow yet," he instructed, smiling in excited
anticipation as he thought of what the tequila coupled
with a few pipes would do to this already slightly
intoxicated American girl. "Okay, now swallow."
Jill followed his directions with a wry wrinkling of
her pretty face. It didn't taste bad, just very, very
sharp. Then, moments after the powerful alcohol entered
her system, she began to feel its relaxing effect.
"It's very strange..." she said slowly. "I... I think I
like it."
"You'll like this too!" the handsome Dane promised,
lifting a red and gold enamel pipe from his pocket.
"Oh, I don't think so," Jill protested, her unpleasant
memories of last night returning with a rush.
"You don't smoke?" Erik asked in the same incredulous
was Dizzy's friends had done. "Why not?"
"Well... I feel so drunk already..." Jill hedged, not
wanting to talk about her real reasons for fearing the
mind-distorting drug.
"All the more reason why you should have a smoke," he
declared. "The effects counteract each other -- the
alcohol deadens your perception, but the hash heightens
it."
This explanation seemed too logical to argue against.
After all, she was afraid she'd be really drunk if she
finished the tequila... perhaps just one pipe wouldn't
hurt. Last night she'd smoked too many to keep track
of, and that was probably why she'd reacted so
strongly. "Well, okay," she agreed.
Erik lighted the pipe, a happy grin on his handsome
features, then passed it to Jill who inhaled deeply and
managed not to cough.
I never used to be this way, the troubled redhead was
thinking even as she drew the pungent smoke into her
lungs. It seems that now anyone can talk me into doing
things that I know are wrong. Why didn't I just go on
home early like I told myself I would? Something's
wrong with me...
Then her thoughts faded as the overload of intoxicants
melted her brain into the same formless pulp of
sensation she'd experienced last night. Tonight, due to
the exotic overload of sensory stimuli in the Moracco-
inspired clubroom, her reaction was even stronger. "I
feel so strange..." she murmured to Erik. "Have some
more tequila," he suggested helpfully, leaning very
close to her and almost whispering into her ear. As he
moved nearer, Jill felt the first obscene flames of
desire flickering through her body.
Oh no... Oh Cod, no! It's happening again, and I don't
think I can even move, the distressed young redhead
thought to herself. Nevertheless, she did not try to
pull away from Erik as he once again licked the back of
her hand and sprinkled salt on it.
"I'm taking you to Marrakesh ooooooonnnnnnn the
traaaain, ooooooonnnnnnn the traaaain."
Jill began to giggle, her serious introspective
thoughts dispersed by the second swallow of tequila.
"We're already in Marrakesh," she laughed, "but we came
in a taxi!"
Erik laughed with her, overjoyed that she had not tried
to pull away her hand which he still held after
assisting her with her tequila. He was feeling pretty
loose himself, this was some place Lars had set up all
right!
"After we finish this drink, let's go upstairs and meet
my friend, Lars Jensen," he suggested, glancing at his
watch. It was almost time for the show to begin!
"Jensen?" Jill asked rather blankly. "Yeah, he's the
guy who runs this place. He'll probably be able to tell
you lots of useful things about night life in
Copenhagen," the scheming young man added.
"Oh... okay..." the intoxicated law student agreed.
Actually, she'd quite forgotten about her research for
the moment, and she didn't think she really wanted to
remember it -- it only made her feel guilty about the
appointment she'd missed and the books she hadn't yet
opened. But she supposed it was her duty to talk to
this man, and even though she was perfectly happy
sitting where she was, it seemed easier to do what Erik
wanted rather than to argue about it.
So the couple finished their drinks, smoked another
pipe, and then somewhat unsteadily mounted the carpeted
steps to the second story of Club 33, and started down
the long corridor toward the door at the end. With
eager fingers Erik turned the knob -- but it was
locked. Goddamn it, his watch must be off! Shit, he'd
blown a perfect opportunity, the American girl was in
just the right condition to get all hot and turned-on
by a sex show. Goddamn the Ducking Japanese who'd made
his watch!
The frustrated blond man tried pounding on the heavy
wood-paneled door, although he knew it was no use; the
room was securely sound-proofed. What the hell was he
going to do now? Jill stood beside the angrily pounding
Dane, wondering what all the fuss was about. Actually,
she didn't quite understand much of what was going on,
nor did she particularly care. She was floating in a
cloud of drug and alcohol-induced euphoria, and
couldn't bring herself to consider anything else
seriously.
"I know!" Erik cried out suddenly. He'd just remembered
that there was a closed circuit television in Jensen's
office. His friend would, of course, be inside the
auditorium with the other spectators watching to see
how the show was going, and he was sure they wouldn't
be disturbed in the office at this time of night.
Perfect! This was going to be far better than watching
the show in a room crowded with other people!
The excited Danish man took Jill's hand and hurried
back along the corridor to a door that stood slightly
ajar just at the top of the stairs. "Perhaps Lars is in
here," he explained to her as he led her into the room.
The office wasn't very large, but its opulence more
than compensated for its small size. There was a huge
mahogany desk cluttered with papers and books. A couple
of leather Danish-modern armchairs, a matching couch,
several lamps, and a color television were scattered
about the room, and the wide windows were draped with a
modernistic Finnish-made material that complimented the
plush green carpet. On the walls hung several erotic
posters, and a huge vase of flowers stood on a mahogany
bar covered with a large number of bottles.
"Guess he's not here," Erik said rather unnecessarily,
licking his lips in anticipation. "We might as well sit
here and wait for him. You want a drink?"
"Sure," Jill said. She'd reached the point of
intoxication where she stopped considering what the
effects of more alcohol on her system might be. Sinking
down gratefully on the soft leather sofa, she stared
around the room. "A TV!" she exclaimed. "I've never
seen Danish TV -- can we turn it on?"
"Why not?" Erik said. His voice betrayed his lewd
excitement, but the young auburn-haired girl was too
drunk and stoned to take any notice. Hastily assembling
the lemons, salt, and tequila for their drinks, he
switched on the wide-screen television. Then he settled
down beside her on the expensive leather couch and
extracted a red and gold pipe from his pocket.
"Might as well have another smoke, too," he said,
lighting the little pipe and passing it to the
curvaceous young girl who was staring at the television
screen waiting for the picture to focus. When it
finally did, Jill nearly dropped the hashish-filled
object in her astonishment.
As the screen cleared, two voluptuous blondes dressed
only in sheer black brassieres and bikini panties were
dancing in a lewd, insinuating way around a small
stage. Around the platform sat a number of people,
mostly men but also a number of women, all peering
intently at the undulating young girls Rock music with
a loud drum beat poured from the television, and there
was a sort of flickering light show on the wall behind
the stage.
"Not too much like American TV, is it?" Erik asked,
inching cautiously toward the shocked young redhead.
"This is the kind of shows we have late at night, when
the kids are in bed," he added, taking full delight in
the obvious effect his clever deception was having on
her.
Jill opened her mouth to reply, then gasped instead as
she saw the two attractive young dancers begin to
remove their skimpy brassieres while the audience
murmured in audible excitement. Their large, pink-
nippled breasts swayed obscenely as they moved in time
to the provocative music, and then one of the nearly-
naked girls reached down to pick up -- oh my God, could
it be true -- a dildo!
The gaping American girl stared unbelievingly, hoping
that it was just a hallucination dreamed up by her
hashish and alcohol saturated mind; but there was no
denying the fact that the girl was running the obscene
instrument over her full, high-set breasts. So intently
was Jill watching the provocative spectacle spinning
before her glazed eyes that she didn't realize that
Erik had draped his arm around her shoulders and was
fondling her bare upper arm.
"You're so soft... so soft and beautiful," he whispered
into her ear. Her body was quivering beneath him, but
she still did not move away or protest as his eager
hand gently traced the outline of her full breast. The
pace of her breathing quickened, while her eyes
remained glued in a mesmerized disbelief to the color
TV screen.
"It must feel good, what they're doing," he murmured,
following Jill's gaze to see one of the blonde's
caressing the other's voluptuous naked body with the
pink vibrator. It was just the same kind he'd given the
auburn-haired American girl, and he was sure she was
thinking of that too. Then the music reached a
crescendo and a man appeared upon the stage, his well-
muscled, suntanned body completely naked and glistening
like a bronze statue.
As the handsome male actor entered, Jill's entire body
began to shake uncontrollably. A low moan of heartfelt
anguish broke her lips, and she hid her face in her
hands, trying to shut out the terrible memories that
came flooding back into her mind at the sight of the
man's long thick penis sticking straight out from his
hair-covered loins.
Closing her eyes did not help, of course; the vision of
Dizzy's drug-glazed eyes, long unkempt brown hair, and
lust-thickened cock standing out from his lean loins
was permanently imprinted upon her brain. Not only was
the horrified American girl seeing all that she'd done
the night before, but her brain, as if in retaliation
for the unnatural memory-block, now replayed each
obscene detail in slow-motion detail.
"Oh God! Oh no! No, no, no!" Jill groaned. "NOOOO!"
"What's the matter?" Erik asked, astonished at the
violence of her unexpected outburst. "What's wrong,
Jill?"
At the sound of genuine concern in the faintly accented
voice of the man beside her, Jill began sobbing in
uncontrollable hysteria. All the pent-up worries and
guilt of the past few days burst out of her tortured
mind like a clumsily opened bottle of champagne, and
even Jill herself was amazed at the intensity of her
emotion. She'd been brought up to think that crying was
something shameful, something that should, if
absolutely necessary, be carried out in private. And
now look at her -- sobbing hysterically in front of a
man she'd only known for a few days.
Erik Mortensen didn't know quite what he should do. He
himself was quite stoned and a little drunk, but his
mind was clear enough to ascertain that the voluptuous
girl he'd been seducing was in great distress. Somehow
her open show of emotion made him feel closer, more
tender toward her, and he felt for the first time a
real interest in her welfare rather than a mere
physical lust for her voluptuous body. Gathering her
trembling body in his strong arms, he began to caress
her quivering flesh and murmur soothing words.
"It's all right, just calm down," he said in a low,
comforting voice. "Tell me about it, that'll make you
feel better."
But Jill shook her long auburn curls vehemently at the
suggestion. How could she possibly tell him the
perverted things she'd done? She'd rather drop dead!
The Danish man had a shrewd idea that whatever was
upsetting the young American student probably had
something to do with sex. Her breakdown seemed to have
been triggered by the obscene spectacle on the closed-
circuit TV in his friend's office, and he remembered
how agitated she'd become in the sex shop day before
yesterday.
"Has some man done something to hurt you?" he asked
softly.
Startled at the way the tall blond Dane seemed to have
read her mind, Jill stopped crying and looked up at
him. For the first time she realized that she was lying
in his arms, but somehow she felt that it was all
right. He was being kind to her, and he was, after all,
the only real friend she had in this foreign country...
the only one who really cared about her.
"How did you know?" she asked, wiping the tears from
her face with the back of her hand.
"What did he do?" Erik asked in the same calm, low
voice. "When did it happen?"
"Last night," Jill sniffed, answering the second
question but ignoring the first which still seemed
utterly impossible to discuss with anyone, no matter
how friendly they were.
"Well, whatever happened, you shouldn't think that sex
is always that way," Erik said, continuing to stroke
gently along her still-quivering body. "Sex can be very
beautiful, it's a natural thing for our bodies to enjoy
it. And both of the people should enjoy it... I'll bet
he didn't make you feel good," he suggested, again
guessing correctly.
"No... no, he didn't," the embarrassed redhead
admitted, dropping her tear-reddened green eyes away
from his piercing gaze.
"Listen, Jill," Erik said. "I'm going to show you the
way sex should be. I'm not going to hurt you -- I'm
going to make you happy."
Jill stared up at him again, her eyes wide and a
troubled frown wrinkling her smooth features. She
wanted to believe what he said... wanted to so badly...
but she just didn't know what she ought to do. Then a
vivid memory of the way her unsatisfied body had felt
when Dizzy had left her lying there on the bed made her
body tremble with an emotion she now recognized as
illicit desire. The idea now fixed itself in her
hashish-confused mind that the reason she'd been so
troubled lately was merely the way her body had of
telling her that she'd been denying its natural
needs... needs she'd only allowed herself to notice
upon arriving in this strange country.
Whimpering a little, the irresolute redhead stared into
the Danish man's deep blue eyes. She wasn't willing to
commit herself by admitting it out loud, but she knew
now that she would not resist anything he wanted to do
to her.
The experienced Dane could tell from the way her tense
body relaxed in his arms that she wanted him. Quickly,
before she could change her mind, he began to unzip her
silky green dress.
"I want to see you naked," he murmured. "I want to see
your beautiful body." As he pulled the glossy fabric
down over her smooth shoulders to reveal the white-
cotton mounds of her brassiere-covered breasts, he felt
his long cock jump into instant arousal, throbbing
painfully against the tight enclosure of his trousers.
Then, unhooking the passive young girl's brassiere, he
felt his breath quicken and beads of perspiration
forming on his forehead.
God, she had beautiful breasts -- he'd never seen any
quite so perfect before. They were large yet
nevertheless firmly uplifted even without a brassiere.
and at their proud tips the brown-encircled little pink
nipples were already quivering into erectness at the
contact of the air-conditioned atmosphere of the modern
office.
Mortensen stared at them hungrily for a moment, then
drew the light summer dress down over her slim waist,
flat belly, and firm-fleshed flaring thighs. Finally he
pulled the dress over her long well-shaped legs, placed
it on one of the leather armchairs, and removed his own
garments with fingers that shook in anticipation.
Jill turned to watch as the well-built young man tugged
off his clothes, her glazed, uncomprehending eyes
mirroring the state of her intoxicated brain. She
didn't know if what she was allowing him to do was
right, but she did know that she would not try to stop
him. Her mind was helpless under the domination of her
body's needs, and the bewildered young student felt as
though she were in the hands of fate, unable any longer
to control her destiny. In a way, she felt quite
calm... far different than she had last night with
Dizzy.
She knew, or hoped she knew -- that at least Erik cared
about her, that he was trying to help her as well as
sate his own obvious lust. Jill's eyes fixed themselves
upon his large aroused penis, and to her surprise she
felt no fear. Instead, a dull throbbing desire began to
beat deep in her belly and a tingle of excitement shot
through her aroused vagina. Yes, she wanted this to
happen, wanted it more than she'd ever thought
possible.
The drug-sensitized woman felt the tall blond man
running his eager hands over every inch of her young
body, from her long red hair to the tips of her white
toes. Erik let his fingers flicker back up over her
slender legs to her white nylon panties, inserted his
thumbs in the elastic waistband, and teased them down
over her now-quivering legs.
Every motion he made was slow and deliberate, and at
each touch Jill felt her body rippling with sensuous
arousal. It feels good, so good, she thought, all vague
thoughts of guilt beginning to melt away and then
vanishing completely as his warm moist tongue flicked
against her voluptuous body in tantalizing strokes up
her legs and belly to concentrate on her rose-tipped
breasts.
"Ohhh," she moaned as her taut nerves relaxed and her
flesh seemed to grow hot and melt under his eager
hands.
"It's good, isn't it?" Erik asked softly, sucking one
quivering nipple into the hot moist cavern of his
mouth. "Your breasts taste so good," he added, the
words muffled as he nibbled upon the taut pink aureole.
Jill moaned again. but did not reply. She was not quite
ready to admit to him and to herself how much she
wanted him to do these things to her. But as his
sucking intensified and strong bolts of erotic
sensation began shooting through her body, she heard
herself sighing, "Oh, yes, yessss, oh Erik, yessss!"
Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, the aroused young
man began once again to run his wet tongue over her
quivering belly toward the burnished patch of auburn
pubic hair. He'd never before seen a pussy adorned by
such a color of reddish gold, and this excited him more
than ever.
She was really a gorgeous woman, it was too bad that
she didn't seem to have been told that until now. Yet
in a way he was glad he was the first to discover the
magnificence of her body; it filled him with the same
hungry urgency he'd felt as an adolescent, but he was
determined to control his own desires until he'd
thoroughly inflamed this lovely girl into
uncontrollable passion.
Jill had closed her eyes in pleasure, and then they
blinked open in alarm and she gasped as she felt his
wetly heated tongue probing among the sparse curling
strands of her pussy hair. A vivid picture of the porno
magazine photograph where the burly motorcyclist was
sucking on the ecstatic girl's hungering vagina flashed
through her mind, and she felt her own breath quicken
at the thought.
Even then she'd wanted it to happen to her, and now it
was actually happening. A delicious wave of
exhilaration surged through her as she gazed down in
fascination at Erik's blond head between her long,
ivory-skinned legs.
"Spread your beautiful thighs, Jill," Erik urged. "Let
me make you feel better than you ever have in your
life."
After a brief moment of hesitation, the trembling girl
did as he instructed. Her body, with legs splayed and
naked breasts jutting up toward the ceiling, looked so
lewdly vulnerable that Jill felt a shiver of shock
mixed with erotic excitement at the Sight of it. At the
same time, she found that she was filled with an
ecstatic sense of freedom. I'm doing the most obscene
thing possible! she thought to herself. Now I can do
anything I want to do -- it doesn't matter anymore! It
was the same feeling she'd had last night, but this
time, reinforced by Erik's gentle persuasion, it was
far stronger.
And then, as the muscular man's probing tongue licked a
searing path of pleasure along her sensitive pussy
slit, all lucid thoughts flew from Jill's already
muddled mind. "Ooooooh," she moaned, reaching out her
hands to tangle her fingers in Erik's thick blond hair.
She was no longer worried that her actions were
undoubtedly caused by the inordinate amount of alcohol
and hashish she'd consumed, no longer concerned with
the morality she'd relinquished, nor with her lapse of
will-power.
None of these things were of any real consequence
compared to the powerfully illicit sensations that were
now madly shooting through her entire naked body, and
the only thing that really mattered now was that Erik
continue to make her feel this way until her pent-up
frustration was at last released.
"Oh Erik," she mewled submissively beneath his hard-
pressing body, squirming her buttocks against the
leather couch as she spoke. "Oh? you make me feel so
good!"
The desire-maddened Dane responded to her words by
Licking his tongue around the tiny bud of her clitoris
hidden beneath the moistened folds of her throbbing
pink vagina. Her pussy's as lovely as her breasts! he
thought with growing excitement as he urged the
quivering little clitoris into taut erection with his
knowledgeable tongue.
"Baby, you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever
kissed!" he told her as his hands reached up to squeeze
and knead the softly quivering mounds of her naked
breasts.
His obscene words and the additional provocation of
strong hands massaging her susceptive breasts drove
Jill half-wild with excitement. Her body seemed to have
turned into soft clay which he could manipulate in any
way he wanted, and this helpless dependency upon the
man lying between her legs called up again much of the
masochistic erotic arousal she had experienced last
night with Dizzy.
"Kiss it,' she groaned, the obscene words tumbling of
their own accord from between her lips. "Kiss my
vagina. It feels GOOD!"
The handsome Dane could taste the redhead's pungent
cuntal juices seeping from her wetly throbbing pussy.
And he slid his tongue down her hair-lined slit to
tease at the warm moist opening to her vaginal depths.
For a few seconds Erik let his tongue linger just at
the hot quivering mouth of her vagina, then abruptly
pushed his searching tongue deep into the heated depths
of her secret cuntal flesh. Her pussy was as tight as
he'd hoped it would be and the trembling walls of her
orally impaled vagina tensed momentarily around his
urgent tongue as she called out his name in an ecstatic
voice.
"Oh Erik, Erik, Erik! Don't stop... please don't ever
stop!..
"Don't worry, baby," her blond lover hissed back, "I'm
gonna fuck you with my tongue till you see fireworks
that make Tivoli look like chicken shit!"
For another few minutes the skillful Dane thrust his
long tongue deep into her moisture-drenched vagina,
savoring the bitter-sweet taste of her cuntal juices as
much as a wine connoisseur relishes a rare old bottle
of the finest wine He knew that she was hopelessly
aroused now - he could tell by the pungent taste of her
secretions and by the urgency of her lips as they
ground insistently against the leather sofa beneath
her.
The experienced man was surprised at the strength of
her reaction, for none of the American girls he'd known
(and not many of the Scandinavian girls either) had
been so quickly and completely aroused as this hot
little piece of ass was. She s been frustrated for too
long, he surmised. Well, no more! From now on she's
going to get all the loving she needs, I'll see to
that!
Unrestrained animalistic noises were spewing from
Jill's slender throat as Erik continued to torment her
ecstatically quivering pussy. He would plunge in with
smooth strokes for a short time, and she'd feel a
violent orgasm beginning to develop in her loins. Then
he'd pull his tongue out for an agonizing instant, wait
for a moment, then swipe at her sensitive pussy lips or
her erect little clitoris.
Finally, at some unexpected point, he'd plunge his
searing tongue back into her hungry vagina and the
twinges of approaching orgasm would return, stronger
and more enticing after each delay. The nakedly
writhing young girl was almost screaming now with
lustful anticipation as her climax drew nearer, ever
nearer.
Then... just as Jill felt her desire-drenched pussy
begin their first tentative spasms of her impending
orgasm, a loud angry male voice pierced through the
room. The young girl froze, her body stiffening in
automatic reaction as fright and shame flooded over
her.
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE??!!" the voice
blared. The naked couple heard the loud slam of the
office door and then footsteps approaching the couch
where Erik and Jill lay sprawled in the most blatantly
obscene of sexual positions. Two pairs of horrified
eyes stared in lust-glazed disbelief at the fully
clothed figure of an obviously enraged man.
"Lars!" Erik gasped out weakly as he withdrew his mouth
from the wetly quivering confines of Jill's heated
young cunt. What was the matter with his friend?
Surely he had enough sense not to interrupt at a moment
like this, and what on earth was he upset about. Then
he caught the almost imperceptible wink of his old
friend's eye, and he realized he might as well play
along. Obviously Jensen had some clever scheme up his
sleeve, and in spite of his own frustrated irritation
at being interrupted at this particular moment, Erik
trusted his friend's judgment. Lars might have ideas
that seemed weird at first, but he wouldn't be a
millionaire at the age of thirty-four if he didn't
possess some sort of unusual intuition.
"Oh no!" Erik exclaimed, playing along by injecting a
note of guilt and fright into his voice. "Oh my God...
oh no!"
"SO IT'S YOU, ERIK!" Lars roared. "AND I THOUGHT YOU
WERE MY FRIEND! DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT I CAN LOSE MY
LICENSE WHEN THINGS LIKE THIS GO ON, ON THE PREMISES?
THIS IS A RESPECTABLE CLUB, AND I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE
AL L MY PROFITS GO DOWN THE DRAIN BECAUSE OF IDIOTS
LIKE YOU AND THIS LITTLE SLUT!"
The club owner was enjoying playing the role of the
outraged moralistic businessman. The part was easy --
he just thought of what his stepfather, a respectable
farmer on Jutland who had mercifully died before
learning just what his stepson was up to in the corrupt
capital of Denmark, would have said in a situation like
this.
"Get dressed quick!" Erik said to Jill, who was staring
in mesmerized bewilderment at the shouting man before
them. The blond Dane leaped from the leather couch, and
began struggling into his clothes, after tossing Jill's
pale green dress and underwear at her.
"I'm sorry, Lars," she said in a tone of false
contrition. "I guess we got a little carried away."
"I GUESS YOU DID! AND I HOPE YOU'RE SORRY! DO YOU
REALIZE THAT EVERY WEEK-END THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH
STATE INSPECTORS? WHAT IF ONE OF THEM HAD HAPPENED TO
WALK IN HERE? WHAT THEN?"
"Yeah, what then? He'd want to join in on the fun and
games," Erik wanted to retort, but he thought better of
it. Could it be possible that his friend was actually
telling the truth? He really wasn't quite sure just
what the laws were about clubs like this.
"I'm really sorry, Lars..." he began, buckling his belt
and glancing worriedly at the young American girl who
was struggling into her dress with a dazed expression
of abject shame on her flushed face. Damn it all, he
thought, I never even gave her the orgasm I promised
her! He realized suddenly that he had come to care very
deeply for this lovely auburn-haired woman. What had
started out as pure lust had grown into something far
stronger, something he'd rarely experienced in his
nihilistic bachelor existence.
"YOU BETTER BE SORRY!" Lars Jensen shouted in simulated
rage. "AND YOU -- YOU LITTLE WHORE," he shifted his
blazing eyes to the cringing young redhead. "YOU GET
THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT! HERE'S
YOUR TAXI FARED he handed her a bill, "NOW GET MOVING!"
The terrified young girl took the money he thrust into
her trembling hand and rushed from the room, not daring
even to glance at Erik. In spite of the powerful
combination of sexual frustration, hashish and alcohol,
her body reacted swiftly and instinctively enough to
allow her to dash pell-mell along the corridor and down
the stairs. The club manager followed her out the door
and yelled at her fleeing body.
"AND I WANT TO SEE YOU HERE TOMORROW AT EIGHT, THEN
I'LL DECIDE WHAT TO DO ABOUT YOU. AND IF YOU DON'T SHOW
UP YOU'LL BE GOOD AND SORRY, I PROMISE YOU THAT!"
The corrupt sex-club owner slammed the door to his
office shut, the sound of it reverberating like the
voice of doom in Jill's confused mind as she pushed her
way out of the crowded building and fell into one of
the taxis waiting outside Club 33.
If she could have seen Lars Jensen at that very moment,
leaning against the door of his office and laughing
till the tears ran down his cheeks, she'd have felt
more perplexed than ever.
Chapter 7
"Well, as you realize, Miss Duncan," the balding older
man behind the desk began, "I'd been expecting to see
you yesterday at three. He took off his wire-rimmed
glasses and wiped them on his handkerchief, an
unconscious nervous habit of his, all the while staring
at her as if he expected her to provide some
explanation.
If he does that again, I 'm going to scream, Jill
thought. Although she'd not even noticed this mannerism
of Professor Jorgensen's in her first meeting with the
criminal law expert, the agitated young redhead was so
distracted by his every movement today that the excuse
she'd come up with to explain her absence fled from her
mind. She could only stare at him in confusion as her
brain groped for words to explain why she'd not been at
her appointment yesterday, and why she'd not showed up
today until nearly six o'clock in the evening.
"And I did inform you that my office hours are from
three to five," the mild-mannered professor continued
in a puzzled voice when it became evident that the
curvaceous young woman seated before him was not going
to reply to his unspoken question. "So I don't quite
understand why you're here now."
Oh Lord, Jill thought, twisting her hands nervously in
her mini-skirted lap. She'd quite forgotten what he'd
said about his office hours; not that it would have
made much difference anyway, since she'd not awoken
today until almost five o'clock in the afternoon.
In spite of the fact that she'd slept for nearly twelve
hours, the young female law student did not feel at all
alert or refreshed. Her sleep had been punctuated by a
continuous stream of terrifying nightmares. Now she
found herself having great difficulty concentrating on
the awkward conversation with her professor.
There was a long pause. Jorgensen cleared his throat,
then began to polish his glasses for the fourth time
since the attractive young woman had entered his
office. Oh God, there he goes again, Jill thought,
lighting a cigarette before she realized that there was
no ashtray. It was obviously her turn to speak, but she
couldn't think of a thing to say. What does it matter
what he thinks, anyway? She thought irritably. I've got
real problems to worry about!
The gray-haired Danish law expert was being made
nervous by the girl's strange behavior. What was the
matter with her anyway? Last time he'd seen her, he'd
been impressed with her confidence and ambition -- but
now she was staring at him for all the world as if she
were deaf and dumb.
"Of course, I wish that I could devote more of my time
to student interviews," he tried again, unable to bear
the tense silence any longer. "I do believe in a close
relationship between student and teacher, especially at
the graduate level... but there's the problem of
time..."
"Oh yes... of course..." Jill managed to say. "It's
just that I... that I... I've been sick..."
"I'm sorry to hear that," the middle-aged man said.
"What's the matter?"
'Oh... the flu... yes, the flu, I think," Jill hedged.
An inch of dangling ash dropped from her cigarette onto
his desk, and she stared at it in embarrassment.
"Well, I trust you're feeling better now," Jorgensen
said, then glanced at his watch. "I'm very sorry, Miss
Duncan, but I really haven't time to discuss your work
with you just now. But perhaps you would like to come
out to my home this evening? I was going to invite you
yesterday, but you weren't here. My wife and I are
having a hjemmeaften, a home evening, for the criminal
law students to get to know each other better and to
discuss our goals for this coming year. And we've
invited Kirsten Nielsen, of whom you, of course, have
read in the material I assigned you -- to give a short
talk about the specific problems of women law-breakers.
Do you think you'll be able to attend?"
For some reason, his invitation seemed to agitate Miss
Duncan more than ever. Her hand twitched nervously,
scattering more cigarette ashes over his desk, and
beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.
"No... I'm sorry, but I... I have a date," she blurted
out in a low voice.
"I'm so sorry," Jorgensen said, polishing his glasses
one final time and then starting to gather up his
papers. "Maybe another time."
Too sick to work, but not too sick to find time to go
out on dates he thought wearily. That was the trouble
with so many of the American students who came over to
study in Europe, but he'd had the impression from the
earlier interview that Miss Duncan was different from
the run-of-the-mill female student. Well, he'd
apparently been wrong.
"Sorry to have to run now," he said as he snapped his
briefcase shut, "but Mrs. Jorgensen is expecting me
home at seven. Perhaps you could stop by at four
o'clock on Monday."
"Yes... of course..." Jill agreed. She rose from her
uncomfortable chair and hurried from the room, relieved
to have that embarrassing ordeal over with. But as soon
as she reached the street her sense of liberation
vanished. Now she had to face Lars Jensen, and she knew
she'd prefer watching Professor Jorgensen clean his
glasses from here till eternity if by doing so she
could avoid confronting the manager of Club 33.
The troubled young redhead made her way slowly from the
relative safety of the university building toward the
Walking Street. Today she didn't hold her shoulders and
head proudly or march in her usual brisk manner;
instead, her feet dragged along the pavement as though
she were wearing shackles.
With every reluctant step she had to force herself from
turning and running in the opposite direction from Club
33, but she knew that if she yielded to her temptation
she would only make her situation more desperate.
Jensen had been so furious last night that she had no
doubt he'd make good his threat of retaliation if she
didn't see him today. Besides, there was the matter of
the money!
She'd gotten out of the taxi last night, still in a
state of semi-shock, had blindly handed the driver the
bill the irate club manager had thrust at her, then
hurried toward the stairs. To her surprise the driver
had come running after her, saying something in Danish
that she couldn't understand. She'd stared at him so
blankly that he switched to broken English.
"You have left the money which is yours," he said as he
handed her a pile of bills.
She'd managed to thank him, realizing that Jensen must
have been so angry he'd accidentally given her a
hundred kroner bill instead of a ten kroner one. But
when she reached her room and counted the money, she
found that it had been a five hundred kroner note...
almost a hundred dollars!
This was a vast sum of money to the scholarship student
-- nearly half of what she had to live on for a month,
and she was certain that when the manager discovered
his mistake he'd call the police if she didn't return
the money today.
So Professor Jorgensen is having a speaker on women
criminals, Jill thought bitterly. Well, I guess that s
what I am now... a criminal! If anyone had told me that
this would happen to me even last week, I'd have
thought they were crazy. Now I think I'm going crazy!
She reached the Walking Street where she'd strolled
with Erik that first happy day in Copenhagen. She'd do
anything now to turn back the clock, but, of course, it
was impossible. There was absolutely nothing for her to
do but drag her reluctant body through the gay crowds
of Danes and tourists toward the little side-street
where Club 33 was located. It was hard to believe that
she had once been as carefree as the people around her,
Jill wondered if she'd ever be able to feel that way
again.
At last the auburn-haired young woman found herself
standing in front of the anonymous brick building
housing the club. A discreet gold-lettered sign on the
heavy door reading, "Club 33 -- Members Only" was the
only thing that differentiated it from the other
buildings on the block. Feeling as though she were
issuing her own death sentence, the fear-haunted
American student rang the bell. It was opened by an
exotically clad young man whom she recognized as the
bartender in the downstairs level of the club.
tars is waiting for you upstairs," he said, his eyes
running over her curvaceous body with lewd insolence.
"You know where his office is, ofcourse."
Jill flushed beet-red with embarrassment. Apparently
the manager had told this man, and probably lots of
other people, too, about the corrupt things he'd
discovered Erik and herself doing last night in his
office. Without answering the leering long-haired
youth, she began to climb the carpeted stairs, then
knocked softly on the luxuriant mahogany door. Well,
this was it -- there was no way of escaping now. A
protective fatalistic detachment blanketed Jill's
brain, causing her to feel strangely detached from her
surroundings and even from her own trembling body.
"Come in," a man's voice called out, and she did so,
slowly closing the door behind her before turning to
face the all-too-well remembered club manager. Much to
her surprise, he had a smile on his handsome, lightly
freckled face. "I'm glad you've come -- you'd have been
sorry if you hadn't," he said in a tone so calm that
Jill hardly recognized it as the same invective-
shouting voice she been hearing over and over in her
mind all day long. "Sit down," he gestured toward one
of the leather armchairs close to his desk. "And have a
smoke -- you look like you need it."
Blinking in disbelief, the bewildered redhead sat down
gingerly on the edge of the chair with her body poised
to flee from the expensively decorated office at the
first possible moment. His unanticipated mild manner
made Jill feel more ill at ease than if he'd ranted and
raved, and there was an unsettling gleam in his steel-
blue eyes. The last thing she wanted to do now was to
accept the small hand-carved ivory pipe that he held
out to her; every time she'd smoked hashish, she'd
found herself doing things that she deeply regretted
later, and today she already felt so far out of control
that there was no telling how the drug would affect
her.
"No, thanks," she replied, shaking her head at the pipe
which he offered as casually as a cup of coffee.
"Oh, yes," he said. "I think you should."
There was an icy commanding tone to his innocuous words
that told Jill she'd be unwise to resist. "Well, okay,"
she murmured, taking the ivory pipe and drawing in a
lungful of acrid smoke, then another, and another.
Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea after all, she
decided as her fear-tensed nerves began to relax for
the first time all day.
The successful sex-club proprietor stared at the young
auburn-haired girl with a lewd little smile upon his
lips. His plan was working just fine so far, and he had
no doubts at all as to its final success. Before the
night was over, he'd have a new actress, an actress
whose voluptuous body coupled with her air of wholesome
innocence made her far more attractive sexually than
anything his competitors could possibly offer.
On top of that triumph, he'd have the personal sadistic
satisfaction of playing God, of corrupting this
innocent student into a provocative, cynical sex star.
And he'd have the additional satisfaction of teaching
his old friend, Erik, a lesson.
Jensen was the sort of man who had to be first in all
things, a trait that had insured his business success
but which also contributed to a rather disagreeable
character. Not only could he not accept life unless he
was king of the mountain, he also insisted that all the
people around him must share his opinions and life
style.
His basic insecurity and underlying doubts about his
ruthless pursuit of success and pleasure compelled him
to convert all those around him to his way of thinking,
or if that was not possible, to somehow use his power
and keen intelligence to harm his uncooperative
victims. So long as people played his game, he was a
good friend; but when they violated his personal rules,
as Mortensen had last night, Lars Jensen had to
retaliate to salve his own wounded ego.
The club manager had thought that Erik would appreciate
the clever way he'd fooled this innocent young beauty
into thinking that she'd broken some law so that he
could blackmail her into performing for him. Up until
last night, his friend had seemed as content as Lars
himself about using women in any possible way to gain
his own satisfaction.
But when Erik hadn't seen the point of the joke or
admired his cleverness, Lars had been surprised and
annoyed. Mortensen had been downright unpleasant, in
fact. If Erik had just been mad at his friend for
interrupting before he'd managed to fuck this cute red-
haired piece of ass, Lars would have understood; but
Erik's obvious concern for the American girl had been
too much to take.
Lars Jensen chuckled to himself now as he thought of
the way he had planned to show his friend that all
women were whores underneath despite whatever facade
they chose to present to the world. It was all going to
work so smoothly! As the hashish coursed through his
body Lars congratulated himself for being so much more
intelligent than anyone else he knew. Then he turned
his attention to the voluptuous, half-stoned girl who
was staring at him in fearful anticipation.
"Well... about our little problem..." he began,
enjoying the expression of terror on her pretty face.
"It's a little more serious than I realized last
night."
"Oh no!" Jill whispered, knotting her hands together in
her lap as she struggled to stay calm. Even the
powerful effect of the hashish she had just smoked
could not erase the dread that ran like an electric
shock through her trembling body.
"You see, an inspector did see you. He phoned me this
morning to ask what was going on in my office last
night."
"Oh no!" Jill repeated, visions of prison, her
destroyed career, and her horrified parents running
through her reeling mind.
"Of course, I couldn't tell him what was really going
on," Lars continued, drumming his fingers on the table
as he spoke, "so I said that you were a new actress
rehearsing for my show. But he didn't believe me, I
could tell that, and I'm sure he'll be back tonight to
check out my story."
"Your show?" Jill asked. Her mind didn't seem able to
comprehend what he was talking about. "What show?" she
said, dreading his answer.
"That's right," Lars smiled in a way that turned Jill's
heart to ice. "You've never seen one of our live shows,
have you? Well, I think you'll enjoy playing a star
role in it, judging from your performance last night."
"What... wh-what do you mean?" the fearful student
whispered.
"I think it's quite obvious what I mean. Either you are
going to act in my show tonight, or else one of us is
going to be arrested -- and it's not going to be me.
I'll be damned if I'm going to lose my license because
a little slut like you was prostituting herself on my
premises without my knowledge!"
"But it wasn't like that..." Jill tried to protest.
This was by far surpassing her worst suspicions -- she
was in a situation now that she couldn't even
understand, much less handle.
"It wasn't?" his voice was cold with disbelief. "Then
why did you take five hundred kroner with you when you
left?"
So that was the explanation for the hundred dollar
"taxi fare"... oh, it was too terrible to be true.
"But... but I thought it was ten kroner for the taxi!"
she cried, her voice breaking as tears sprang into her
green eyes.
"Well, you can tell that to the authorities, but I'm
not interested in your lies," the cruel manager said,
feeling more than satisfied with the success of his
plan. "But I suggest that instead of involving yourself
in a very messy situation with the police that you just
go along with my plan. As I said before, I'm sure
you'll like acting in my show anyway... and it's
certainly better than jail, even if you don't enjoy
yourself!"
"Jail!" Jill exclaimed. "Oh please, I'll do anything
you ask... but don't let them put me in jail!" Perhaps
if her mind hadn't been so clouded by the hashish she'd
just smoked, Jill would have been able to see through
the loopholes in Jensen's perverted plan, but as it was
she implicitly accepted his words at face value.
"Anything -- I'll do anything, Mr. Jensen," she pleaded
as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"Good! I thought you'd agree with me after I explained
our little problem!" Lars smirked. "First, I want you
to have another smoke, that way you'll be easier to
direct in the 'play'. And stop crying -- it'll spoil
your looks."
"I... I never acted before," Jill said, choking back
her tears and obediently inhaling the pipe he handed to
her. "I don't know if I can..."
"Oh, you'll do just fine, I'm sure," the depraved sex-
club manager assured her. "You look just right for the
part! Now, let's get you into your costume -- it's
almost curtain time." He walked over to a closet hidden
behind an enormous potted plant and came back holding
out a skimpy three-piece outfit made of soft suede and
a pair of high suede boots. "Hurry up! Try them on and
see if they fit."
The drugged redhead took the garments, looking at him
questioningly.
"Where... where's the dressing room?"
"Right here," he snapped. "Hurry -- we don't have much
time. And don't mind me -- I've already seen your naked
body, if you'll recall."
I can't stand this! Jill thought to herself. She'd
never felt so degraded in all her life, and her whole
body froze as she murmured, "No... I can't...""Of
course you can! Or maybe you'd rather have me call the
police?" he said, smiling at the shudder of horror that
ran through her body again at the use of the word
"police".
Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, but Jill forced them
back. Silently she slipped out of her navy blue skirt
and then slowly lifted off her striped pullover and
pantyhose. She picked up the skimpy garments, trying to
figure out how they were supposed to be worn.
"Take off your bra and panties," Lars ordered. And then
when she hesitated, he repeated in a louder voice,
"TAKE THEM OFF!"
The drug-dazed young woman obeyed, blushing as she felt
his piercing eyes surveying her naked flesh. An odd
little tingle -- -born partly of fear and partly of
something else -- began to travel through her exposed
body as she donned the tiny halter top, suede bikini
panties, and minuscule matching skirt, then laced up
the high-heeled boots. Everything fit perfectly, and
the garment was disgustingly revealing, the soft suede
brushing up against her drug-sensitized flesh felt
unexpectedly pleasant.
"Good! I thought you were the same size as Helga," the
corrupt businessman remarked, coming toward her to
stroke his hands over the tight-fitting skirt and
halter. The tingling feeling in Jill's loins increased
at the feel of his hands, she was beginning to feel
completely depraved now, and it was a surprisingly nice
way to feel, her drug-befuddled mind thought... This
depravity in turn created a ripple of excitement which,
combined with the hashish and the utter helplessness of
her situation, abruptly brought her hidden masochistic
impulses boiling to the surface.
"Now here's what you're going to do," Lars instructed,
his hands continuing to stroke the soft suede covering
Jill's sensitive breasts and thighs. "You'll take this
and go out on the stage, and then you'll play with it
for awhile. If you feel nervous, don't look at the
audience. Just pretend you're home in your own bedroom.
The girl in this part is supposed to be shy, anyway."
The Danish sex-show manager reached into the top drawer
of his desk and pulled out a pink plastic vibrator of
the same kind Jill had used before and placed it in her
hand.
Jill was immobilized, utterly transfixed by a lewd
vision of herself standing half-naked on a stage before
a crowd of people, clutching this plastic dildo. Could
she be hallucinating, was the hashish she'd smoked so
much of lately causing her to lose her mind? How could
this man possibly expect her to do such a thing!
"You heard what I said -- now get moving. This show's
about to start," he said in a cold cruel voice, shoving
her behind a jungle plant and pushing the horrified
young redhead out another door. There was the distinct
sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jill knew that
there was nothing to do but turn around and face the
audience whose whistles and sporadic clapping she heard
behind her.
Chapter 8
Jill Duncan turned slowly around to face the crowded
semi-circle of spectators seated in tiers a little
below the low stage where she herself was standing.
There was a round bed covered by some furry fabric in
the center of the stage, and psychedelic-hued lights
were flashing on and off.
The terrified young American was grateful for the
lights which half-blinded her drugged eyes and made it
almost impossible to see the audience. To actually sit
down on the suggestive stage-prop seemed perverted
enough in itself, but Jill realized that her trembling
knees would not support her for very much longer. When
she reached the bed, the colored lights stopped and
loud rock music began blaring from a speaker somewhere
behind her.
Now that the lights were no longer flashing, Jill was
able to see the audience clearly. There were about
sixty people in the small dark room, most of them
middle-aged men in business suits, but a few well-
dressed women and exotically-clad hippie types as well.
Most of the spectators were sipping cocktails, but the
long-haired young men were smoking what her nose
immediately recognized was hashish. And there, in the
far left corner, were two uniformed policemen!
Naturally the terrified young redhead could not know
that Lars Jensen had strategically placed two costumed
employees just where she would be bound to see them,
and Jill presumed that they must be the police
inspectors the manager had warned her about. In her
drugged condition, her mind leap-frogged from illogic
to logic and finally analyzed her trapped position; if
she didn't go on with the show, they'd arrest her for
all the obscene things she had done with Erik the night
before. There was no choice but to use the vibrator
right there in front of all these leering people!
Luckily, the dope had the blessed effect of making
everything seem a little unreal. Jill rationalized the
entire thing by pretending she were living through the
most frightening nightmare of her life, and this made
it possible for her to turn on the penis-shaped
instrument that the manager had placed in her shaking
hands. It came to life with a loud purring sound, its
quivering motion giving her an unexpected feeling of
confidence.
I'll do like Mr. Jensen said -- it's the only way I can
go through with this, Jill decided. I'll just try to
believe that all these people aren't here at all that
I'm alone at home. Closing her green eyes, the half-
naked young redhead leaned back on the big round bed
and lifted the plastic dildo to her full breasts.
It was actually not nearly as difficult as she'd
expected it to be. So long as she kept her eyes closed,
the quivering movements of the stimulating vibrator on
her drugged body relaxed her. After the two
unfulfilling sexual encounters of the past two days,
the young redhead's sensuous body was immediately
aroused and began to tingle with depraved excitement.
The cleavage of the provocative suede halter top was so
low that Jill had no trouble reaching her sensitive
little nipples with the vibrator. After running the
lewd plastic cock around first one, then the other, she
felt her body begin a responsive quivering as thin
fingers of hot shameless lust sped from her fully
erected nipples straight down to her suede-covered
loins.
A tremulous sigh rose from her chest as her desire-
swollen vaginal lips began to throb against the tight-
fitting bikini panties, and she began to slide the
dildo down over her youthful, almost virginal flesh
toward the lustfully aroused area up between her legs.
Suddenly a loud voice from the audience sounded above
the music, shattering the magic bubble that had been
surrounding the drugged girl's mind. "Come on, baby!"
the drunken voice called out, "let's see you fuck
yourself!" A few other people began clapping in excited
approval.
How can I be doing this? Jill's mind, temporarily
cleared of all protective illusions, cried out. How can
I lie here masturbating in front of these people -- how
can I? Yet inconceivable as it was, she knew that she
would continue this depraved act -- and that she would
even enjoy it! The very obscenity of the situation
excited her even more, and she knew she was heading for
that powerful orgasm she'd so long awaited.
I'm perverted! I'm doing the worst thing I could
possibly do! she told herself, experiencing an intense
thrill of delight at the idea. Yes -- and I like doing
it too! And with that admission ringing in her brain,
she lowered the throbbing dildo directly over the space
between her parted legs.
"If you wanna be fucked, I'll take care of it for you!"
a voice shouted down at her. Jill's eyes popped open in
astonishment to see an enormous naked man, who looked
Arabic, standing above her, his long thick cock
standing straight out from his hair-covered loins, his
lust-hardened penis wagged menacingly at her as he took
a few steps toward her trembling young body.
"Oh God!" she gasped. The music had softened as soon as
the big male strode onto the stage, and her exclamation
was clearly audible to the audience. "Noooooooo!" she
cried, badly frightened. Mr. Jensen hadn't said
anything about this -- was this man just someone from
the audience, or had she been tricked? Then, as he bent
down over her and without warning began yanking off her
skimpy garments, the redheaded American girl stopped
speculating and began screaming in genuine terror.
"STOP! STOP! OH GOD, please don't do this to me!" she
wailed, but the naked man paid no attention to her
horror-stricken protests as he ripped off her flimsy
panties.
"GONNA SHOW YOU HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS!" the muscular,
Arabian-appearing male shouted down at her, brandishing
his huge cudgel of flesh in one hand.
The leering crowd. naturally thinking it was all an
imaginative new act, began to roar out their approval.
"Yeah, man, give it to her!" several drunken voices
echoed, and others began to clap and stamp their feet
on the carpeted floor that produced an effect like that
of excited drumbeats.
Then, before the stunned young redhead realized what
was happening, the dark-haired man had pulled her
wildly thrashing legs apart and was kneeling over her
with his immense penis pointed straight at her cringing
little cunt. She tried to struggle away, but his strong
arms easily pinned her back against the bed. A second
later, Jill felt the blunt head of his immense cock
pressing up against her hair-covered pussy.
A moan of anguish and fear rose in her throat as she
gazed with fearful eyes at the size of his dark-skinned
penis. She'd thought Dizzy's was big, but this man's
seemed to be at least twice as large. He would rip her
in two... or maybe even kill her. Her physical terror
was so great that the drugged auburn-haired American
girl didn't even consider how obscene and perverted
this whole scene appeared to the fascinated audience.
"No, you'll kill me!" she gasped out. "No... NOOOOOOO!"
"Tight little cunt you've got," the man sneered. "But
don't worry -- you'll be loving my cock in your belly
before too long!" And with that he shoved his powerful
hips forward and drove his blood swollen cock deep into
her narrow cuntal opening without a thought of pain or
injury to her delicate female organ. If her vagina had
not been so lewdly moistened by her self-induced
arousal, his massive penis would never have been able
to enter her nearly-virginal pussy. The pain was so
intense that Jill couldn't even scream.
A black, star-studded cloud of agony passed before her
eyes as she struggled to regain her breath, and she
held her violated body absolutely still for fear that
any move on her part might increase the already
unendurable pain. His huge pulsing hardness filled
every inch of her widely-stretched pussy depths, and
the massive cock-head had expanded the walls of her
aching vagina so much that she feared she would never
be able to walk again. It felt as though a giant
pulsating rod of fire were slowly burning away her
delicate cuntal tissue.
"Shit, you've got the sweetest little pussy I ever
felt," the man above her groaned, mercifully holding
his thick penis still for a few moments to allow her to
adjust to its immense girth. He removed his hands from
her shoulders - there was no possibility of the
pinioned girl trying to escape now -- and began to
squeeze and knead the large mounds of her perfectly-
formed breasts and to tweak at the rose-tipped nipples.
Then, as soon as he felt her slender body gradually
responding to his teasing hands, he pushed his huge
cock even deeper inside her tightly clasping pussy.
"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," groaned Jill, hoping against hope
that she would pass out. The dark-haired man flexed his
male flesh a second time, and then, seemingly satisfied
for a moment, let his throbbing shaft lie motionless
inside the violated walls of her trembling young cunt.
He stared down at her nakedly impaled body and then
grinned lewdly as his powerful hands left her breasts
and moved around her back down to her tightly clenched
ass-cheeks. Taking one in each large hand, the dark man
began massaging her sensitive buttock-flesh and forcing
her to move her hips in a lewd undulating motion. Much
to the anguished young girl's surprise, the pain in her
tight-stretched cuntal channel gradually began to
diminish, and by the time he again thrust his thick
hardness inside her vagina, her groan was more in
pleasure than in pain.
It couldn't be possible, but Jill realized that she was
once again feeling the depraved throbbings of desire
deep within her belly. The Arab's penis was so enormous
that it stimulated her clitoris to immediate taut
erection, and the resulting flames of hot arousal
stimulated all the young woman's latent masochistic
excitement.
Within a few minutes she was undulating her buttocks of
her own accord, while the skillful sex-show star once
again began to massage and pinch the sensitive flesh of
her breasts. Jill began to mewl in helpless passion
beneath his impaling penis's smooth, rhythmic, strokes,
her desire rising with every passing second. "Feels
good, doesn't it?" he sneered down at her. "You like my
big cock, don't you, you hot little bitch!"
"Ahhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh..." the lust-maddened young girl
moaned, her long red hair flailing wildly around her
passion-contorted face and her body writhing in
undeniable need beneath his strong, sweat-glistening
loins. She was no longer conscious of anything except
the potent heated waves of ecstasy that were building
deep within her cock-stuffed vagina.
The incredibly depraved fact that a crowd of complete
strangers were witnessing her obscene torment only
served as a stimulant to the no longer-innocent law
student's insatiable desire to be filled with this
Arab's hotly throbbing male hardness. Flaunting her own
perverted exhibitionism, Jill began to scream out
shocking obscenities to the powerful body who was so
relentlessly skewering into her upthrusting little
vagina.
"Fuck me... give me your cock... fuck me hard! Hard!"
she cried as she screwed her trembling ass-cheeks up to
meet each body jolting thrust. His long blood-engorged
penis rammed to the hilt into her splayed pussy-lips,
and she could feel his sperm-inflated testicles
slapping against her squirming buttocks with a lewd
sound that echoed throughout the showroom.
"Give it to me!" she wailed, almost out of her mind
now. Jill could feel her orgasm surfacing now, each
powerful plunge of his throbbing penis bringing her a
little closer to her long-awaited climax, and she
strained every single muscle in her sweat-covered body
toward him? pleading wantonly for his thick rampaging
cock.
The audience -- even the most jaded of the sex-show
employees, were responding to her blatant cries of
extreme erotic ecstasy. They called out lewd
encouragements, savoring this unusual spectacle of
obviously unfaked passion.
Only one person in the dimly-lit room was not
exhibiting any excitement. Erik Mortensen stood just
inside the show room, staring at Jill's wanton
exhibition with a sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach. His failure to become aroused by the salacious
spectacle surprised him, after all, hadn't he wanted
the uptight American girl to lose her inhibitions,
hadn't he wanted to see her writhing and begging for
satisfaction? But not with some Arab -- not with just
anyone! his mind protested. To his amazement, he
realized that he no longer desired the voluptuous
redhead. He wouldn't be able to fuck her now if he had
to.
"I'M CUMMING!" the lust-inflamed young woman wailed.
"KEEP FUCKING... KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER!" Jill knew in
a sudden moment of clarity that she meant just that --
from now on, nothing else would matter except this
exquisite sensation of a man's penis pounding in and
out of her insatiable pussy. Her law career, her
family, everything that she'd held to be important
until now ceased to interest her. All she wanted to be
able to do was to fuck and fuck and fuck...
As her explosive orgasm began, her drugged mind split
open into a thousand rainbow-colored pieces as her
frantically clenching pussy spasmed again and again
around the thick pulsating hardness buried deep within
her vagina. With muscles she'd never suspected she
possessed, she sucked the Arab's spurting cum deep up
into her belly, abandoned animalistic cries spewing
from her mouth in her mindless ecstasy until she
finally collapsed in a limp, sweat-streaked heap
beneath this dark stranger who had changed her life
forever.
While the raucous spectators were still cheering and
clapping with wild enthusiasm, Erik Mortensen slipped
out the door and stood in the empty corridor with his
head in his hands. He didn't hear his friend, Lars
Jensen, coming up behind him, and jumped nervously when
the grinning manager tapped him on the shoulder.
"Well, how did you like that!" Jensen gloated. He could
tell by the expression on his friend's face that he'd
learned his lesson, all right, from now on he'd know
what women were made of! "Gotta thank you for giving me
the sex-star of the century... they loved her in there,
didn't they!"
Erik stared at the other man for a moment, then turned
and without a word made his way down the stairs and out
of the door. He didn't hate Lars; after all, even
though the club manager had somehow tricked Jill into
performing in his show, he hadn't had anything to do
with her rampantly lust felt response. Nevertheless, he
couldn't stand to see Lar's self-satisfied sadistic
smile for another second... he had to be alone.
Leaving his car where he'd parked it an hour ago, the
tall blond Dane started to walk back to his flat,
taking an out-of-the-way route that led past the lakes.
He hadn't come this way for a long time -- not since he
was a student -- but somehow the calm water and
peacefully sleeping ducks and swans eased the pain he
felt inside. Strange new thoughts filled the normally
carefree young mans disturbing thoughts that he
suddenly didn't want to understand.
"Oh, what the hell," he muttered at last, turning away
from the lakes to head down a brightly lit street.
"Might as well get drunk..."
Behind him, in the Club, the wildly excited audience
was going out of its collective mind as, with a lewd
smile of gratitude - the young American girl willingly
sank to her knees in front of the Arab, and of her own
accord opened her wetly parted lips to perform only the
first of many encores to come...
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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