"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 almost as 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 fuck 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 FIVE
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!