Mary Jenkins - The tempted tourist

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.

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 God! 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?