"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 FOUR
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 fuck this sexy American bitch. He should have fucked her a couple of minutes ago when she was out of it, but he wanted her to know she was being fucked… 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 fuck 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 fuck 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!"