Chapter 7

Jill was becoming drowsy. She was having increasing difficulty keeping her eyes open. She sat with her legs tightly crossed, squeezing the inflamed lips of her pussy against her distended clit -- it would have been so easy to cum right there on the back seat of the cab! Dawson kept asking her if she were all right, kept leaning against her, patting her hand as they drove from Nob Hill to the pink stucco house on Bay Street. "Merle'll fix you up, honey. She's a darn good nurse, if nothin' else," he assured her.

The printer insisted that she wait in the taxi while he gathered her things together. At first she protested, but she felt so weak when she tried to get out of the cab that at last she gratefully conceded that he could pack as easily -- and certainly, faster -- than she. She took advantage of his absence to sink back into the seat and close her eyes... for just a moment...

Again Chris came into her befogged mind. She tried in vain to shake away his image, but she couldn't deny the longing that she felt for him now. What was she doing, going off to Mexico in the middle of the night with men she barely knew? If only she had given in to Chris, had let him make love to her completely -- the way he was doing to Wendy -- it could all have been so different. She would have known the satisfaction, the delight of having a man fucking deep up inside her; his beautiful cock sliding right inside her pussy the way he was doing to Wendy... I love you, Chris... I want you... she moaned softly in the back seat. The driver watched her in the rear view mirror.

A half-hard cock motivated Jack Dawson to tear dresses off their hangars and pull sweaters out of a drawer with nervous dispatch. Jill had told him where to find things, but he hadn't expected it to be that easy. The kid didn't have a lot of gear, still, he was surprised to find a suitcase in plain view with some cosmetics and paint supplies already in it. Things seemed to have been laid out efficiently, as though by prearrangement. Well, I'll be damned, he muttered, the kid had somethin' in her head an along! And she was comin' on with the sweet-and-innocent-routine! This little doll's a helluva actress, too! Bee-oootiful... jus' gives me that much more bangin' time!

Dawson shut out the light and cautiously opened the door, checking for sounds from across the hall before venturing out of the room. There was no light under Josephine's door, and the TV was silent. He started down the hall, when he suddenly remembered the note. Shit!, he swore under his breath. Carefully putting the bags down, he tiptoed back to Jill's bedroom and, without turning on the light again, placed the note containing the forty dollars in the middle of the bed. Then he eased his way down the stairs, his heart beating fast, to join his luscious and very drugged young companion, who was only minutes away from losing her virginity...

Jill was out cold when he got into the cab. The cabbie gave him a knowing look. "Sure got a live one there," he wisecracked.

"Can't hold her booze; typical, ain't it? Better pull up in the garage, huh buddy?"

"Gotcha!" the driver answered, his face creasing into a fraternal smile. He gunned the Yellow Cab towards the Holiday Inn at the Wharf.

The watery eyes in the wrinkled face at the living room window watched the taxi disappear from view, then Josephine let the dusty drapery fall back into place before she switched on a small metal flashlight and walked down the hall to Jill's room. Turning on the light, she went straight to the bed, picked up the note and opened it. A dark smile came across her craggy face as she saw the money. Quickly then, she went to her own bedroom and picked up the phone.

Dawson made two trips in the garage elevator -- one to deposit Jill's bags, the second to deposit his beautiful half- slumbering "baggage." Jill leaned against the big man heavily, her body limp as a rag doll's. She moaned softly and mumbled unintelligibly as they went to the room.

"Now you jus' lie down right here, honey," he said as he deposited the drugged artist on his bed. Jill attempted a weak protest, but she was too far gone to muster any strength towards getting up on her own power.

Dawson went to the bathroom, leaving her in the darkened motel suite. When he appeared a few minutes later, he was stark naked! The light from the bathroom illumined the supine art student, whose long glossy hair was spread out on the pillow and whose red dress was raised above her knees, showing her firmly molded thighs. Dawson's hardening cock twitched violently and grew into upright rigidity. He went to her and began slipping off her shoes.

"Might as well get comfortable, honey," he said, leering at her salaciously. He placed a beefy hand under her and rolled her over onto her stomach. With one deft "zii-iip" he had the zipper down. His hot hands began to force the fabric over her arms.

A warning bell was sounding in Jill's half-conscious brain. She was beginning to regain a small portion of awareness, though it required every effort she could muster to force herself out of the pleasant stupor she languished in. She also felt dizzy, and a bit giddy, and as her consciousness increased, so did the hotly flooding yearning in her pussy.

"Wha... nooo... don't do that... noooooo," she mumbled as Dawson lifted her up slightly to yank the dress off her shoulders. "Nooo... NOOOOOO!" she said more vehemently, her survival instinct beckoning her to self-defense. She began to flail and kick her legs, punching the air in an effort to escape her attacker. But her arms were like lead, and her blows fell on the soft mattress ineffectually.

"Now, now... honey, no use makin' a fuss. You ain't got a snowball's chance of gettin' away from the fuck ole Jack's gonna give you. Might as well relax and enjoy it, as the Chinks say," he told her, pulling the dress on down over her rounded buttocks and smooth legs.

Jill began a scream (she was on her back again, with Dawson clawing at her panty hose, the only thing left to keep her from complete nudity) but his big hand came down tightly over her mouth. "I wouldn't do that, honey," he told her, leaning close to her face, his breath reeking of cigars, "you're liable to get laryngitis! Then too, you wouldn't want Uncle Jack to get rough, would you? Huh?" He chuckled cruelly and continued to peel down her new pantyhose. God, he'll ruin them!, she thought paradoxically.

She was fully conscious now, her eyes big with fright. Dear God, help me... don't let him hurt me!, ran her thoughts. In silent answer, Dawson suddenly released his hand from her mouth. She blinked, afraid to speak. He grinned and grunted with satisfaction. "That's better, you little hypocrite."

" Hy-hypocrite?" she asked dumfoundedly, "what... what do you mean?"

Dawson just grunt-chuckled deep in his throat again. She was completely naked now, and he ran his greedy eyes over her cringing nakedness as he raised his bent leg up and placed it between her legs, forcing her naked thighs apart.

"NOOOOOO!" she cried out, gathering her strength to claw at his face. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the pillow on either side of her head.

"Hha-heh-heh-ha," he chuckled lewdly, "the little sex kitten's turnin' into a tigress, eh? Goodd. Goood, baby, that's the way I like 'em! Jus' fight all you want, but if you open that pretty little mouth with one peep, I'll break your beautiful jaw!"

"Just wait till Ernesto finds out -- he'll get you for this!" she answered self-righteously.

More lewd laughter. "Yeah, just wait! Heh-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho."

The poor girl prayed for a miracle, for the appearance of Ernesto Garcia and his chauffeur. Then she realized that the dignified Colombian would perhaps find her in shameless and humiliating subjugation to his printer; he would see her body! Repulsed as she was by Dawson's nakedness over her, she felt a treacherous flash of desire rising again in her pussy. Her drugged body developed a cunt-hunger pain that darted insidiously between her pussy and her anus.

Dawson pressed his mouth onto hers and thrust his thick tongue into the warm, moist cavern. She could feel his prickly chest hair on her upthrust breasts and his paunchy stomach on the warm flesh of her smooth, flat abdomen. Dawson was heavy set, but he wasn't really flabby? That surprised her. With only the light from the bathroom, she was unable to see his body clearly, and hadn't really had a chance to look him over since coming back to full consciousness.

She tried to avert her mouth from his slobbering kisses, but he used his head to keep hers in place. She was forced to submit to his tonguing, and despite her fear, the hotly scrambling little sensations in her pussy increased. What was wrong with her, anyway? Her body was betraying her flagrantly.

Dawson stopped kissing her lips and moved his head down to her nakedly trembling breasts. He paused, sucking his breath through his teeth. "Goddamn!, if those ain't the sweetest boobs I ever laid eyes on! Pure sugar tits!" he enthused.

"Nooo... please don't, Jack!" she moaned loudly, squirming under his heavy frame.

He chuckled venally again, his huge cock pressing against her thigh. She could feel the wetness of his pre-cum juices on her bare flesh. She struggled, arching her back against him, but her arms were firmly pinned at either side of her head and Dawson tightened his grip, causing her to wince in pain.

His lips went to a breast and fastened over her pinkly throbbing nipple. More surges of unwanted pleasure coursed through her pussy. The nipple saluted his oral attentions, and the printer sucked more greedily at her defenseless tit, drawing the flesh into his mouth and massaging avidly with his tongue and lips. He was grunting like a hungrily' sucking child, licking, lapping and sucking at her tender nipples until she wanted to scream in mixed protest and encouragement. Then he turned to the other one, and repeated his lewd licking and sucking.

He had broken out in a heavy sweat. He buried his face in her cleavage and wallowed in breast flesh, mouthing every inch of her firmly throbbing tit. His hands were still fastened tightly on her wrists, and she was beginning to feel bruised from the pressure.

"Please, Jack, you're hurting me... my wrists," she complained.

He stopped rooting in her bosom, looked up at her for a moment, assessing her sincerity, then loosened his grip. "You gonna keep still while I fuck you?" he asked her warily.

"I have no other choice, do I?" she whimpered back.

"Not if you wanna keep your pretty face intact."

He kissed her forcibly on the mouth again as he pressed against her harder with his stocky body, forcing her legs further apart.

"Don't... please don't," she mumbled into his mouth, "I'm a virgin!

"No shit!" he answered unsympathetically. "Don't tell me you haven't fooled around before... and don't tell me you don't want my cock -- all of it. You're as hot as a pistol, little lady!"

"No! It's not true -- I am a virgin. The only thing I've ever done is..." She stopped short. She wasn't about to reveal the things that went on with Chris!

Dawson was now intrigued. His prurient interest was aroused, along with his huge prick. "Is what?" he demanded. "Tell Uncle Jack what sorta foolin' around you done."

"It's nothing. Nothing. I can't tell you!"

He grabbed her jaw in his powerful hand and squeezed it hard, forcing her lips apart at a distorted angle. "Tell me! In nice, plain, good old American English!"

Jill was frightened again. He was so strong, so powerful; she knew he could hurt her easily, and she was practically defenseless.

"Just a few things... like..."

The grip tightened. A sharp pain shot up through her cheeks. "Like... ?" he said in a louder voice.

"Oooowww... ahh... ahhh... like someone sucking my breasts," the frightened girl answered.

"Tits! Sucking your tits! That's nothin'. What else, baby? You little hypocritical cunt! You love it, don't you? I'll bet you'd love to have Uncle Jack suck your pussy, too, wouldn't you?" he hissed at her.

"Nooo... ohhh, noooooo!" she wailed, the sensations growing between her legs. She wanted her pussy licked more than anything -- but not by him!

He let go of her jaw then, and her body stiffened as he began to move down her body, his hands coarsely exploring her breasts, feeling the nipples, his mouth then following his hands. He sucked again at one breast, then at the other, licking and nibbling at her taut pink buds. Down and down his head went, his tongue flickering in her navel like a fork of fire while he humped his back, rubbing his throbbing turgid cock through her dark nest of softly wafting pubic curls. She tried vainly to force her legs together, but his huge legs were planted firmly between them. She was experiencing another unbidden surge of excitement that shot through her belly, and the irresistible demands of her sex-starved pussy were encouraging her to wriggle her body upwards in feigned pleasure, revealing more of her nakedly spread pussy to the heated printer.

Goddamn, this little bird is hot for me to eat her nest! Dawson realized gleefully. In bet she's been a real cock teaser, gettin' guys to go down on her without puttin' out all the way! But she'll find out soon enough what it's for!

Placing his hands under her sensuously squirming asscheeks, Jack Dawson lifted Jill's body high in the air and wrapped her legs around his neck, so that only her head and shoulders were on the mattress. He plunged his long wet tongue into her spasmodically twitching pussy, bringing a low, sensuous moan from the young girl's throat. Spurred on to greater salacious activity, he darted his tongue right up into her vaginal passage, tasting its hot, sweet-pungent wetness and feeling the clasping rubberinees of its walls. Jill bucked in frenzied response to the thrilling sensation and clasped her legs tighter around his neck, sliding forward to allow the printer's tongue to penetrate her now traitorously lusting cunt as far as possible. How she loathed this man, and yet he aroused in her the same overpowering desire that Chris had when he had sucked her pussy so many times before. She loved it, craved it, wanted it never to stop. She couldn't resist moving in time to the printer's skilled tongue thrusts. She was so hot. She had to have it!

For some reason, Dawson stopped and looked down the valley of her body into her face, which was clearly marked by rapturous enjoyment. Her eyes were closed and her mouth glistened as she savored the delicious cunt sucking the older man was giving her.