"Damn!" she muttered at last, tossing off the feather-filled quilt and making her way into the kitchen. "If I can't sleep now, I'll be useless at my interviews tomorrow." Perhaps a drink would help… there was that bottle of whiskey that Erik had given her. Although the young redhead rarely drank alcohol, she felt that she needed something to shut off the throbbing thoughts that kept her from sleep. If only she'd thought to bring more sleeping pills with her on the plane. But it was too late for "ifs" now – a drink would have to suffice.
She poured a generous amount of Johnny Walker Black Label into a glass she found in the small kitchen cabinet, then added ice cubes from the refrigerator. Settling back in her bed, she sipped at the drink. It burned unpleasantly at first – this was the first time the young girl had ever tried Scotch – but after a few minutes she felt the alcohol warming her blood stream and relaxing her. Suddenly she wanted a cigarette. Rising again, she found her handbag and reached in for the half-opened pack she'd left there, but the first thing her groping hand unearthed was the parcel from the porno shop.
Jill's hand shook slightly as she gingerly placed the forbidden package on the chair beside the bed and dug out her cigarettes. Staring fixedly at the brown paper parcel, she lit a Marlboro and downed the rest of the whiskey, then returned to the kitchen to refill the glass. When she returned to her bed, the package was still staring at her, and with trembling hands she began to unwrap it.
The top magazine happened to be the very one she'd noticed in the porno shop that afternoon, the one with the naked girls lying across two motorcycles. For a moment the young redhead stared at the cover, not daring to open it. The blood was pounding in her temples and that shameful heated ache was beginning to burn up between her naked thighs once again. Jill pressed her legs tightly together in an attempt to stifle the unwanted sexual sensation, but her efforts only served to further excite her already throbbing clitoris.
I'm just being silly… it's all in my imagination, she insisted to herself, unwilling to admit that her body seemed to be in control of her brain. I'm just looking at these pictures as part of my research,-that's all. And with this rationalization, she opened the glossy booklet to the first picture.
Two pretty mini-skirted girls were walking along a country lane, and Jill was surprised to see how normal they looked. They could have been any ordinary girls – herself even – and this somehow made the picture more exciting than if they had been stereotype whores. The photography was done so well that the fascinated redhead seemed to feel the hot sunshine on her own body… to smell the fragrant summer flowers… to sense the tall wild grass brushing against her bare legs. Willing herself to ignore the forbidden pulsation deep in her loins, the innocent female student flipped over the page to stare in consternation at the following picture.
Two muscular leather-jacketed motorcyclists had driven up beside the startled young girls and were leering at them with lewd insolence. Jill shivered, clamping her own ass-cheeks together as a delicious electrical jolt of fearful anticipation coursed through her body. She glanced at the overleaf, then gave a little involuntary gasp as she saw that the burly motorcyclists had forced the horrified girls to the ground beside the road and were ripping off their clothes. The blonde girl's full white breasts were pressed down hard into the grass, and Jill's hand cupped one of her own warmly pulsing breasts in unconscious identification as she seemed to feel the scratching blades and twigs rubbing against her own sensitive flesh.
The excited redhead's breath came in quick little gasps as she realized that these girls had actually lain naked beside the country road, right out in the open where anyone could come along and see them!
Taking a gulp of the whiskey, Jill quickly flipped the page over. Her mouth gaped open as she gazed in curious fascination at the two muscular males who had unzipped their trousers and stood, enormous cocks in hand, menacing the nakedly cringing girls below them. Every pulsing vein on their huge shafts of male flesh was visible, and the inexperienced young girl thought she had never seen anything so obscene in her life. Their penises were so big… how could they possibly fit into a woman's vagina… what would it feel like to a woman?
Without realizing she was doing so, Jill continued to massage the smooth resilient flesh of her left breast until the nipple rose in excited erection. The wet aching throb in her pussy grew more insistent, and the flushed young girl involuntarily squirmed her firm round buttocks against the bed sheet to relieve the pressure of the tight crotchband of her panties against her moistly heated vagina.
Almost eagerly, the unwillingly aroused young redhead turned to the next page. One of the burly males had forced his gigantic penis between the subserviently kneeling brunette's lips, and she was sucking it so deeply into her mouth that Jill wondered how she kept from gagging. She'd known, of course, that some people did things like this, but she'd certainly never expected to see a photograph of it. Waves of rippling excitement began to quiver throughout her entire young body so strongly now that she was unable to ignore them any longer. Glancing down, she saw her own hand wantonly kneading her swollen breast and instantly jerked it away. Oh God, she must be just as evil and perverted as the people in these photographs!
The glass beside her was empty, and she rose and went into the kitchen to refill it, her firm-fleshed thighs rubbing teasingly against each other as she walked. God, this was absurd! Her very own body was betraying her, and she couldn't seem to stop it from happening. What was the matter with her? For the first time in her life, the auburn-haired student felt a strong need for alcohol to deaden the reality of what was happening to her.
As Jill settled down in the bed again, the crotchband of her panties bunched up against her feverishly swollen pussy-lips. That must be it, she decided, thankful for a logical explanation for her shameless arousal. The panties were just too tight. She'd take them off and then everything would be all right.
Quickly slipping one hand beneath her lightweight pink nightgown, the troubled redhead pulled off the lace-edged panties and tossed them onto the floor. In the process, her finger grazed against the wetly pulsating slit of her pussy, and when she hurriedly withdrew it she could see that the tip glistened with the lewd secretions of her excited vagina.
I'll just put these obscene magazines away, she told herself firmly, slapping the glossy pamphlet shut. With unsteady hands she lifted the refilled glass to her lips, took a deep swallow of the burning liquid, then picked up the magazine again. Well, I'll put it away as soon as I finish this drink, she surrendered.
The next picture was even more obscene than the previous ones had been, and Jill realized with dismay that the removal of her panties hadn't done the least bit of good. In fact, now that her aroused young pussy was naked beneath the flimsy short nightgown, the salacious sensations felt even more vivid than before. The breathless young woman ground her inflamed vagina against the bed as she gaped at the second man in the picture. He knelt between the blonde girl's widespread legs, his head buried in her thighs and his tongue curling like a thick red snake into the forbidden recesses of her hair-lined cunt. Jill's own pussy throbbed in sympathetic reaction, and she had to forcefully restrain her hand from slipping down toward her burning vaginal lips. The confused redhead swallowed some more of the soothing Scotch and was suddenly aware of the effect the strong alcohol was having on her body. Her head swam and for a moment the photograph in front of her blurred to a rainbow haze. Then her eyes once again focused, and Jill found herself staring at the wanton expression on the naked blonde girl's pretty face. Her features were contorted into a mask of depraved ecstasy, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted act of cunnilingus, that – in spite of the photographer being present – she was receiving a pleasure more intense than anything the inexperienced redhead had ever imagined possible. His tongue must feel so good, so hot and hard and obscenely alive as it flicked in and out of this blonde woman's swollen pussy lips. Suddenly Jill realized that she wanted to feel this herself, needed to feel it more than she'd ever needed anything else in all of her twenty-two years. For a second she thought of her ex-boyfriend back in America. If he tried to do this to her now she'd never be able to resist him.