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 God! 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 number 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.