Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for affection and approval is as real and basic as his need for food and shelter.
This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There is the teenage boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, because he fears being branded "straight" by his Mends. There is the suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband totally dedicated to his business, cannot or will not give her any affection.
This is the story of a young teenage girl, Debbie Marshall, who longs to be loved and accepted. Convinced she is undesirable and will never be loved. It takes what would normally be a traumatic act to bring her out of her shell, to show her that beauty does not conform to a standard, to prove her own self-worth.
RAPED COUSIN-the story of a sensitive young girl who finds the affection she needs from an unlikely source and learns more about herself as a result.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Holly pulled her motorcycle into the driveway and killed the engine. For a moment she sat there, her legs clenched tightly on the seat, her cunt tight against the leather. "Ahhhh," she said appreciatively, unclasping her thighs. She put down the kickstand and dismounted.
Lisa's van was parked in the driveway, the only other vehicle around. That stood to reason. Lisa's mom worked day shift and wouldn't be back for another couple of hours. But Holly wasn't interested in seeing Lisa's mom. She went around the house, stole a peek at the mountain escarpment, green against the skyline thirty miles to westward, then let herself in the kitchen door.
"Li!" she called. "It's me. Where are you?"'
No answer. Holly stopped a moment, listened, her ears catching the sound of running water. She smiled, nodded, and made for the bathroom. The door was shut, but not locked, and Holly went inside, closing the door behind her once again.
Lisa was in the shower, her pink body visible through the frosted glass of the stall, and she was singing "Torn Between Two Lovers" in a high, not quite on-pitch voice. To be honest, Lisa couldn't sing for shit, but Holly really didn't mind. Holly couldn't sing for shit either, but they had plenty of other ways to occupy their time besides singing. Holly went toward the shower stall and tapped on the door.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Lisa chirped, "you scared the fuck out of me!"
But she wasn't angry. Her face broke into an infectious smile and she kicked the shower door open. "If you're not doing anything," she added suggestively.
Holly grinned and pulled off her pullover. She was bare underneath, her large nipples already stiffening. They were almost as big as the tips of her thumbs and colored a bright cherry red that went well with her summer-tanned boobs. "Mmmm," Lisa said, sticking one soap-sudsed hand out of the shower stall and grabbing Holly's nearest lit. Holly squealed but she didn't stop wriggling out of her tight-ass denims and, as they fell to her ankles and she kicked her feet out of them, she staggered closer.
"Hurry up," Lisa purred, "before the water gets cold." Her fingers closed on Holly's nipple for a sweet, cruel pinch, and then her hand fell away and she stood in the stall's doorway, naked wet, glowing, little clusters of soap bubbles scattered here and there on her sweet, inviting body. Holly sucked in her breath and fumbled with her sandal straps.
"Oh, look in the bag on the washstand," Lisa added, pointing with one slender finger. Holly turned, saw a small drawstring bag there. 'She loosened the string, reached inside, and her eyes lit up.
"You think of everything, don't you?"
"Damn straight! Well, come on!" Lisa stepped out of the doorway, back into the shower, making room for Holly to join her.
"Hi," said Holly, wrapping one arm around her friend and rubbing her tits against Lisa's. The tips of their noses bumped, then their chins, and then Lisa's mouth opened wide and Holly just seemed to fall into it. The vibrator was in her other hand and, as she kissed Lisa, Holly flipped on the switch and applied the tip of the plastic tool to her friend's moist hot thigh.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh!!" Lisa squealed, breaking off the embrace. She hopped from one loot to' the other, dancing in and out of the spraying water, turning this way and that so Holly could tickle her in all the places she liked to be tickled.
They were more like sisters than best friends in many ways. For one thing they looked very much alike, in the way that so many young girls today seem to' be cast from the same basic mold.
Medium-tall, both of them five-five in their bare feet, with slim supple bodies. They could wear one another's clothes interchangeably, from knit caps to shoes and even to bras and panties, but neither girl cared all that much for wearing clothes of any sort.
Tits rounded and high-set, with perky, tilted nipples, narrow waists flaring provocatively into ripe, light asses, and long, coltish legs that never looked quite so pretty as they did now, when they were bare, along with the rest of Holly's and Lisa's seventeen-year-old bodies.
Their faces were cut from the same general pattern-small,' turned-up noses, firm little chins, wide set eyes with bedroom shadows. Both were long-haired, and here was the only essential difference. Lisa's' tresses were a tawny lioness' mane of shimmery gold, while Holly was a soft brunette, reddish streaks showing among the brown in the proper lighting.
Natural gold and brown, of course. Very natural. Lisa was twining her fingers in the hair that fell upon Holly's shoulders at the moment, while Holly Holly's nimble hands guided the tip of the buzzing vibrator through Lisa's golden tuft of beaver, nudging at the soft, tight, but oh so pliable pussy lips playing hide-and-seek among those golden strands of hair.
"Oh, Jesus, yessssss ... " Lisa lifted up' onto tiptoes as Holly worked the vibrator back and forth through her crotch, toying with the pussy, tickling the upper edges of her thighs, rubbing up across Lisa's flat, smooth tummy. The water bathed them in its steamy, nonstop spray and both girls .were drenched now, from head to toe, but it didn't matter. Lisa grabbed Holly by the tits and steered her face to Holly's and, as their mouths joined once more, she sank herself down upon the upended tip of the vibrator and its slithered perhaps an inch into her wet, snug pussy. "Mmmmmm," she hummed into folly's mouth, screwing herself down onto the instrument even as Holly worked it upward.
"Fuck me," Lisa panted, humping up and down, trying to suck the vibrator up her snatch. Jesus, the thing was turned on, and so was she! There was a buzzing in her pussy long before the vibrator's rounded snout had made penetration, but now there were two kinds of buzzing inside her and she wanted to feel a dozen more before she went moaning over the top.
Holly dropped a little, guiding one of Lisa's legs, straddling it. The wet smooth thigh slammed home against Holly's twat and she felt her pussy lips spread to kiss Lisa's leg and she began to move herself on her friend's flesh, moving in tiny but quite effective ass-twitches and cunny-wiggles. "Yeah," she. said with an enormous grin of satisfaction and delight, and she gave, her wrist a wicked flip that sent three inches of slick plastic vibrator barreling up Lisa's pussy.
"WOWWWWW!!" Lisa squealed, lifting, then falling. More of the vibrator entered her, and Holly's guiding fingers were plumb against the splay of Lisa's twat-hole. Matted golden hair tickled Holly's fingertips and the oozing flow of girl-cum from Lisa was warmer even than the spray of water from the showerhead behind and above them. She backed Lisa up against the wall, still clenching and clutching Lisa's thigh between her legs, and she started to fuck the hell out of her girl friend's eager, responsive pussy.
Their mouths kissed, and their tits rubbed together, nipples stiff and throbbing all around. Lisa's hands were sliding up and down Holly's wet body, touching here and there, lingering where she knew from experience that it would do the most good, and Holly felt a honeydew begin to leak from her own cunt. She squeezed a little harder with her legs, and it was a fuck of a lot more fun, even, than riding her Kawasaki and getting off on the throbbing machine between her grasping thighs.
She worked the vibrator in, very deeply, so deeply that Lisa's head went back and her eyes rolled in their sockets and she moaned, "Ahhhhh-Chriiisssttt-" and then she pulled back, almost removing the thing from Lisa's twat.
But not quite. They weren't exactly novices with the vibrator, after all. Holly and Lisa had first discovered the marvelous instrument when they were fourteen and freshly busted, and it was like Moses finding the Ten Commandments on Mount Sinai.
Their first buddy-system vibrator had been the one Lisa's mom kept hidden at the bottom of her lingerie drawer. Lisa had found it one day while trying to sneak a couple of bucks from her mother's purse and she'd grasped its purpose and use at first sight. She could hardly wait to share it with her friend, and they spent a wild, wicked afternoon in Lisa's bedroom, fucking each other silly with the white plastic cylinder that bore a small degree of resemblance to a stiff, uncircumcised cock whose foreskin hadn't retracted. First Lisa demonstrated on herself, to Holly's uncontrollable delight, and then Holly took over, sliding the vibrator up her own young snatch with deceptive ease. When it was firmly inserted, naughty Lisa reached in and switched it on, and Holly almost went fucking crazy, flopping around on the bed as' the sex tool hummed and buzzed inside her and her cuntal lining turned to drippy jelly. From that point it was only a step to using it on each other, and not a very big step at that, because, after all, Holly and Lisa had been fooling around with each other almost from the day puberty had begun to turn their bodies into magic playgrounds.
This was Lisa's own private vibrator. She and Holly had each saved five dollars from their allowances and bought themselves a pair of matching vibrators at the novelty shop downtown. It was safer than sneaking around with Mrs. Palmer's-they'd used up three batteries the first day they played with it and she was bound to get suspicious eventually.
Holly handled the instrument with care. She'd practiced often enough with her own, on Lisa, on herself, and she knew how to use it. "Baby, with that thing in your hand, you're almost as good as a man," Lisa used to giggle while being reamed and buzzed from the inside out.
"Almost?" Holly would giggle, making the sex toy turn cartwheels in her girlfriend's quim.
"Almost?"
It wasn't as good, really. No two cocks slid up a pussy, worked and fucked inside it, with' quite identical technique, but the vibrator was just a machine and it always felt the same. Even so, it was a lot of fun to fuck back and forth with it,. and as Holly drew the white plastic, tube almost completely out of Lisa, she could hardly wait for the moment when Lisa would take over and jam it up her twat with her own special kind of rock and roll.
UP!!! Holly shoved the tool with a vengeance, and the seven inches were almost completely swallowed up 'in Lisa's pussy. Lisa's eyes bulged and rolled in their sockets and she tossed her' head from side to side, moaning and screaming, as Holly started to fuck the vibrator in and out with hot, hasty motions.
"Do it, do it, do it!!!" Lisa whined, rocking her ass, grabbing herself by the fits, pinching till ,her little nipples thrust out an inch or more between her clasping fingers.
Holly did it, sliding herself back and forth on Lisa's thigh. Her own belly was churning inside, and it was only a matter of time before that churning became a juicy hot explosion and rolled like a flooding river down the tube of her snatch to pour sticky womb-juice onto Lisa's leg.
Just as Lisa started to come1 Holly leaned forward and flipped her tongue across one of Lisa's nipples. The rubbery, pliable tip quivered when she struck it, and Holly opened her mouth, sucking it in.
As she sucked, she fucked, too, her hand shaking and twisting where it carried the vibrator in and out of Lisa in faster and faster strokes.
"I'm coming! !!" Lisa squealed, and Holly jerked the vibrator completely out of her girlfriend's hole. It clattered onto the floor of the shower, still buzzing its nuts off, but Holly didn't care. She covered Lisa's twat with her hot palm and clenched it, feeling the cute cuntal mons engorge and blossom inside her hand, a thick dribble of girl-cum flowing from the tight, twitching mouth of the tunnel itself. Holly speared' her middle finger up that tunnel and she sighed around the tit in 'her mouth as she felt Lisa's 'pussy muscles ripple and snap about her stabbing finger. The buzz of the vibrator was excellent, up to a point, but as in every other facet of life, machines could only do so much. And then people had to take over.
"Make me come, make me come, make me coooommmmxneeeeee ! !" Lisa wailed, rocking her thigh up against Holly's pussy, time after time. She embraced her friend, pulled her close, and let her orgasm thrash itself out. Sighing languidly when it was over, she let go of Holly, raised Holly's face, and planted a wet, appreciative kiss on her girlfriend's mouth. "Now you," she said huskily, fire gleaming in her brown eyes.
"Now me," Holly agreed, breathing hard. She hadn't gotten off on Lisa's thigh, not quite, and her pussy was a very needy case right now. She sidled around her friend and braced her back against the far wall of the shower cabinet, and her legs spread widely, readily.
Lisa dropped to her knees, searching for the vibrator. She found it, and her fingers wrapped round it possessively, but her eyes 'lifted and she sighted in on Holly's pussy where the 11ps were large and obvious among the curls of brown pubic fur, and it was like a magnetic attraction. Lisa teared up and her mouth opened and then she was on Holly, tongue parting the wet sliced lips, punching between them, finding the clit and licking it with hungry passion.
"Right there," Holly moaned, opening her legs a- little wider for Lisa's convenience. "Oh, baby, right fucking there!" Her clit was already on tender hooks, and the touch of Lisa's frisky tongue was 'damned near enough to pop her cookies. Holly willed herself to resist, to make it last, to enjoy this as long as she could, but her ovaries began to shiver. "Oooooohhhh," she gasped, "I don't think I can wait for you to fuck me with our third musketeer!"
"Mmmmmm," Lisa hummed, her mouth full of pussy. Obviously she didn't care if she got Holly off with tongue or with dildo, and neither did Holly. It was fuckin' A, no matter which method Lisa chose.
Like a squirmy snake, Lisa's tongue shot up Holly's puss, and Holly. knew that it was a question of seconds now. She held her breath, if only to' keep from screaming like a banshee, and then Lisa began to slide the buzzing vibrator up the inside of Holly's left leg, moving it inexorably toward the cunt she was already gobbling like a starving cannibal. When the tip of the vibrator slid north of Holly's knee, there was no chance of putting on the brakes.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!" Holly screeched, - grabbing her friend's head. She pulled Lisa's face into her crotch and began to fuck that pretty face with her creaming cunt, and it was definitely one of the better showers they'd taken together. Definitely.
The water was still running, but the vibrator had been turned off and tossed onto the bathmat outside as Lisa and Holly stood kissing and petting inside the shower. They'd washed one another's hair (top and bottom), and they were both squeaky clean and, if they stayed in the water much longer, they'd be wrinkled as prunes for life. "C'mon," Holly giggled, trying to break free of Lisa. "Anyway, I have to pee."
Lisa smirked. "You know what Lenny Bruce said one time? 'A schmuck is a guy who gets out of the shower to take a piss." And to underscore the quotation, she took a step back, put a finger on each side 'of her gash, spread it open, and let go a spray of urine that splattered round Holly's feet.
"Ooooohhhh, you nasty bitch!" Holly giggled, jumping back. But she watched Lisa pissing and thought, what the hell? She fingered her own cunny lips then, and unleashed her piss too, and it mingled with Lisa's on the floor of the shower before swirling down the drain.
"Tomorrow they'll be drinking it in Albuquerque," Lisa snickered, and it was such a hilarious idea that they both started laughing and collapsed upon one another. Their tits and pussies bumped, and their hands seemed to wrap naturally around each other's bodies, and before Lisa or Holly could put on the brakes, their mouths were hot and open and jammed together and each was trying to fuck the other's throat with her tongue.
"Oh, enough," Lisa said finally, breathing a heavy sigh. "We've still got to dry our hair, and the van has to be packed. Jesus, it doesn't feel like I can wait till tomorrow! A whole week in the mountains, kid! You and me and the camper ... and guys behind every bush! All of them lusting after our nubile young frames. Fucking under the stars every night. Oh, Jesus, let's go tonight!"
Holly frowned. "Uh," she said, "that's the reason I came over, babe. You kinda drove it out of my mind a little, but, uh, I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it after all."
"Huhhhh???" Lisa's eyes blazed with questions. "What the bloody fuck do you mean??? We've been planning this trip all spring. You and me and the van and the tent and the mountains. Remember? We laid in a whole lid of grass and I've got two gallons of Ripple stashed in the van where Mom won't find it and we're gonna leave tomorrow noon, and now you say you don't think you can make it?" She stepped back, glaring at her friend.
"Oh, shit," groused Holly, "I still want to go, sure, and it makes me sick-I mean, really sick-but Mom got a call this afternoon. My uncle and aunt are coming to visit. They'll be here tonight and they're gonna stay, the whole flicking week before they go on to 'California. And ... guess what? Mom says I have to be a good little pal to my favorite cousin in the whole wide world, Debbie, so she Won't get bored or have a bad time while she's here or any of that kind of crap."
Lisa shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Picking up a towel, she began to dry herself in short, angry strokes. "Well, if that isn't a bunch of fucking SHIT!!!" she exploded. "This is the only free week I have before I start my summer job and you've gotta baby sit with some asshole cousin."
Holly came out of the shower too1 picking up another towel. "Asshole isn't the word," she said.
"Debbie is like all the bad news in the daily paper crammed together on one page. She's a baby-just sixteen-and she's always getting straight A's in school, and the last time I saw her, three or four years ago, I punched her in the mouth and fucked up her braces and Daddy took his bit to my tail, and for all I care, she could fucking die, but-" her voice took on an even more sorrowful tone-"Mom says that the only way I can go camping with you is if we take Debbie along. Otherwise, scratch it"
"Jesus," Lisa moaned, throwing her towel across the room with a vengeance. "If that isn't the shittiest thing I ever heard of! What the fuck are we supposed to do?" Holly shook her head. "Is she really that bad?" Holly nodded. "Well, how can you be sure? I mean, you haven't seen her for three or-four years."
"You don't forget something like that. She's a fat redhead with freckles and braces. And a turd."
Lisa sighed. She leaned against the sink cabinet; picked up her drawstring bag and tucked the well-used vibrator inside. Get some more batteries, she reminded herself. The machine had enjoyed a hearty workout today. "Maybe she's changed. And if she hasn't, maybe we can lose her in the woods. They'll find her bones next spring, after the wolves and buzzards have feasted on her." Holly giggled; obviously she found the idea appealing. "Aw, I was just kidding! But if she gets in our way, we can just tell her to take a walk. Or you can punch her out again. Goddamn it, something always comes up to fuck you in the ass, just when you have it all planned!" She squealed. "And I didn't mean your finger, Hollyhocks! Take it out of there right now, or I'll-"
"You'll what?"
Lisa squirmed, sucking an inch of Holly's finger delicately up her asshole. "Or I just might not let you take it out again. Ever. Mmmmm." She put her hands on Holly's flanks, rubbing the soft damp flesh. Nice. Smooth. Like velvet. She loved Holly, and she loved the special sessions they had together.
But there was more to life than getting it on with her best friend in all the world. Boys for example. Much as she dug it when' Holly fucked her with a tingly buzzing vibrator, it couldn't compare-not exactly-to the feeling of a live, throbbing dick pushing up her twat, and a vibrator couldn't shoot your belly full of cum, either. And what about the gentle slap-slap of a guy's balls against your ass while he rammed his meat home, or the hard-muscled tension of a male body lying on her own?
That was why they were going to the mountains. It was early summer and the woods were full of guys on camping trips. God, she needed some strange! She'd already fucked everybody in town worth fucking-even that douche bag Corky Barrett, who'd demanded a suck and fuck as his price for going into the state store and purchasing a couple of gallons of Ripple for underage Lisa. And now she wanted to get out into the wilds and find herself a wild man or two, some eager passionate stranger, someone whose cock she could wrap her tongue around and suck till her mouth was full of seed-Jesus, a grizzly bear would do, the way she felt!
And they'd been planning it for so long, ever since the onset of spring! They'd used last summer's job money to buy the van, with a loan from Lisa's mom to help out, and she had to take that job this summer to repay her mother, so if she didn't get to go now, she could fucking kiss it goodbye.
"Well," Lisa sighed, rocking a little as Holly's finger explored the tightness of her ass, "if the only way we can go is to take along cousin Debbie Dumbshit, then I suppose we've gotta take her. We can make do somehow. But she'd better not get in the way."
"I'd almost rather not go," Holly said sincerely.
"Don't talk that way, damn it. In fact, don't talk at all. Lean closer, baby, let me-ahhhh, yeah!!!" Lisa's finger slipped easily into Holly's sticky twat, and Holly rolled her eyes in delighted acceptance. She humped suggestively against the finger and used her own in Lisa with a little more rhythm.
"Hurry," Lisa purred, "because Mom will be home from work pretty soon and I'd hate for her to catch us in 'the act. Maybe we can pimp Debbie off to a horny coyote."
"Let's not even think about her," Holly countered. "Let me ... mmmmm ... let me kiss your tits. Ooooohhh, you taste like soap ... nice soap ... clean titties ... yeah, ooohhhhh, a little faster with that finger, huh, kid? Do you like mine? Like it up the ass? You were made to be sodomized, pretty lady-let me sodomize you, huh? Sweet. Tight-hey, you're fucking me with your butt muscles-pretty ... almost as pretty as I am baby ... "
"You bitch," Lisa smirked, and she started to fuck her finger in and out of Holly with dazzling speed and skill, at the same time humping up and down on the Holly-finger imbedded in her ass. She felt her cooze wetting, beginning to drip its honey all over again, the bubbly juice starting to ooze down her thighs, and it was too bad that Mom would be home so soon, because she was really into Holly today and she didn't want to stop. Oh, but tomorrow they'd be up in the mountains with their tent and camper, and they'd be free to do anything they felt like doing, with one another or with anyone who came along, and if Holly's cousin didn't like it she could suck a banana up her ass and shit coconuts. Nothing to worry about right now, though. It was time to enjoy, not to think. Lisa slipped a second finger into Holly's twat, felt her friend step up the tempo of finger-buggery, and dosed her eyes dreamily. Just this one more time, and they'd have to go pack up the van. Just this one more time ...
Chapter Two
For the fiftieth time, at least, Debbie Marshall wished she were back home in Ohio, or anyplace except here. It didn't take a genius-level I.Q. to know that she was unwanted, and Lisa and Holly made her feel nearly as welcome as a bastard child at the family reunion.
She blushed at the thought. Normally her mind didn't run in such vulgar channels. Chalk it up to the influences around her. Lisa's favorite adjective appeared to be "mother fuckin". Debbie had never heard the word so many times as she had since climbing into the camper van. Mother fuckin' this, mother fuckin' that, mother fuckin' everything. Holly was nearly as bad. They were vulgar girls with unladylike habits, and she didn't at all relish the idea of spending almost a week in a tent with them. But what choice did she have?
She hadn't wanted to come. She could have gone to summer school and taken a couple of next year's classes early; that way she'd be able to graduate in January and get a head start on college. But Mom and Dad had insisted. They were making the western pilgrimage, visiting relatives all along the way, and she had to come along. And here she was now, carted off with her cousin Holly and Holly's friend for a camping trip. Debbie had never gone camping before; she didn't want to go camping now, and especially not with Lisa and Holly. But everyone insisted.
"You're not as fat as you used to be," Holly had said on their first meeting. "And you're gotten rid of the braces, too. Hot shit." Holly. They'd never been friends and they never would be. It was so easy to despite her cousin. She was pretty, for one thing, slender and willowy, with a cute face and delicate curves in all the right places, and she walked with a careless ease that made her curves and wiggles all come together in an eye-catching pattern. Holly was made for California and year-round sunshine and beaches and bikinis.
Skimpy bikinis that would show off acres of what had to be perfect skin. Lisa, too. Debbie wasn't sure which of the girls she hated most, and trying to decide gave her Something to do as Lisa roared the van up narrow, twisting mountain roads that made Debbie's stomach twitch involuntarily.
"Hand me another beer," Lisa announced, and Holly reached 'inside the stay-cold pack on the floor. She popped the top and passed the can to Lisa, who removed one hand from the wheel to take it. Debbie looked away. Didn't they know it was dangerous and illegal to drink beer while driving?
Holly was busy rolling another cigarette. It didn't look like tobacco she was putting inside it, and when she lit the thing, it didn't smell like tobacco, either. The pungent aroma Of the last cigarette was still strong inside the cab and Debbie felt a little light-beaded. Holly and Lisa kept giggling while they smoked, and she wondered if their cigarette contained marijuana? Well, she wasn't about to ask. If they were dope addicts, it was their own business. She only wished she were back home.
"So my mother says, 'Be very careful, dear. Didn't you read in the paper about that convict who escaped from the state prison? It gives me the willies to think of you and Holly and Holly's little cousin off by yourselves with an escaped felon running loose.' "Lisa giggled, took a hearty swallow of her beer, and adroitly maneuvered the van through a curve so sharp and abrupt that Debbie had to close her eyes lest she become sick. "I told her, 'Jesus, Mom, the state pen is sixty miles from here. If the dude has any smarts, he'd long since hauled ass across the state line."
"My mom's the same way," Holly sighed, inhaling' deeply on the hand-rolled cigarette. "Somebody busts out of the can, she starts checking all the windows at night and putting a chair under the fuckin' doorknob so nobody can break into her bedroom."
"Maybe she's just 'worried," Debbie volunteered. "After all, we are going up into the mountains, and there's nobody to protect us or"
"Can it," Holly said. Debbie canned it.
She tried to concentrate on the scenery-the sharp drop-offs at the edge of the road, the, forested slopes rising above them as the van climbed the mountains-but the way Lisa was driving, Debbie couldn't help wondering if the vehicle and its passengers ,weren't likely at any moment to become part of the scenery, crashed into a tree or a rock, or plunged over one of those steep cliffs. And the smell of that burning cigarette was sickly-sweet in her nostrils, making her feel even more woozy than Lisa's driving had managed to do. She'd never been carsick before but she thought there was a chance of it now. And to make matters worse, she had to pee.
"Let me out right here." That's what she wanted to say, but she didn't. Instead, Debbie just folded her arms on her tummy and sank back onto the seat. It was so crowded, with three of them up front; she wished she'd crawled into the back of the van where she wouldn't have to be so close to Lisa and Holly.
Why do I have to be so ugly? she asked herself. At least it was something to think about, take her mind off the trip.
Her hair, for one thing, was hopeless. Red wires that frizzed a little less when she kept it cut short, so she used the scissors regularly. When she looked in the mirror she thought always of Brillo. And her skin. If she even heard Of the sun's shining anywhere, she got freckles. Millions of them. They didn't make enough cosmetics to cover the freckles, so she never wore any. It wouldn't have helped. She was pathetically plain-faced, and she never realized it so clearly as when she was in the company of really pretty girls like Holly and Lisa.
Her body wasn't much better. At thirteen she'd been very fat-five-two and a hundred and fifty pounds. At sixteen she was three inches taller and twenty-five pounds lighter, but she felt just as fat, and being around slender lovelies such as Lisa and Holly was no help. Her breasts were too big. She envied the other girls with their small hard titties, their lithe slim legs, their tight wiggly bottoms. They could wear form-fitting clothes and look great. She was wearing one of her dad's work shirts, two sizes big, and a par of denims that fit her like a tent.
As if anyone would have noticed, in, first place. No one ever had. Debbie had had two dates in her life, both of them arranged by her mother, both of them total disasters. Neither boy had ever called back. Bet Lisa and Holly didn't have that problem. They probably had to fight boys off with a club.
But on the other hand, who really wanted to be like Holly and Lisa? Foul-mouthed as sailors, cheap and trashy. Probably without a moral sense in their empty heads. And she was certain that they got lousy grades in school, too. Oh, the heck with them! That smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and the other girls kept talking and jabbering like magpies and every other word seemed to be "fuck" and she wished they'd just knock it off, for God's sake. Debbie closed her eyes again and willed herself to take a little nap. Maybe that would help. At least she wouldn't have to listen to their dirty mouths.
When she awoke, the van was parked in a wide space between some large leafy trees. They were high up the mountain, and the air was the freshest and cleanest Debbie had ever inhaled. The paved road was nowhere in sight, but she could see a dirt path away off in the distance. All around then the woods were green and enfolding and apparently ancient, and she could picture Grizzly Adams leading his bears down the path natural as could
"Lend a hand," Holly called from the back of the van. "Make yourself good for something."
Debbie got out and went around to join the other girls, but she'd never pitched a tent before and she had no idea how to assist. "Oh, fuck it," Lisa growled, "you're just in the way. Go play in the road or something."
"Yeah," Holly chimed in. "And if you could manage to disappear for the rest of the weekend, that would he cool as shit, too."
"Look," Debbie offered, "I'm sorry to be such a bother to you. I didn't want to come along."
"Try telling us something we don't know," Holly said. "We fuckin' didn't want you to come, either." She tapped the tent pegs, then nodded in satisfaction.
Lisa walked around the tent, slapping her palms together. She was wearing the lightest T-shirt Debbie had ever seen. It was yellow and it clung to Lisa like a layer of paint. Her small high boobs might as well have been completely naked; they were stunningly molded by the yellow cloth and, since she'd been sweating, the T-shirt was soaked through in strategic places and Debbie could see the large brown aureole of Lisa's nips, as plainly as if the girl had peeled off the shirt.
Her jeans were just as tight, but at least they weren't transparent. .How, Debbie wondered, can anyone stand to wear pants that ride up so high in the crotch? It must be agonizing just to walk in the things, with that constant tight pressure against her pussy ...
Holly was wearing a slightly more modest shirt. It was tied up to leave her tummy bare, and when she leaned forward the top gaped and offered views into her cleavage that proved she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, but at least you couldn't see her nipples. Her cutoffs were just as tight-fitting as Lisa's, and when she turned around the lower edges of her buttocks were showing. My God! Was that a tuft of pubic hair sticking out at one leg? Indeed it was! Debbie felt herself blushing furiously at the very idea, and she turned away. A tingle in her belly reminded her that she still hadn't gotten to pee.
"Uh, where do you, uh ... "she began.
Lisa swept back her long golden hair-she'd have made a perfect Breck girl-and shrugged haughtily. "The ladies' room is right over there," she said. Debbie wrinkled her nose questioningly. "Behind any bush you want to go behind, darling. You're in the great outdoors, remember? If you have to piss, do it the natural way. All over Mother Nature."
They were still laughing when she went walking off, and she knew they were laughing at her. This outing promised to be one of the great disasters of all time.
"What did I tell you?" she heard Holly say in a not-quite subdued voice. "Is she Miss Dipshit of 1977 or isn't she?"
"She gives 'drag' a Whole new world of meaning," Lisa said. "But forget about her. If she gets in the way, one good boot in the ass will take care of Debbie. C'mon, let's finish unpacking."
Debbie walked on, tears forming in her eyes. It hurt to hear people talking about her as if she were some kind of thing, but it really wasn't anything new. She'd never been a joiner or at all popular, and she didn't suppose she'd ever be. Sometimes she could live with that, and sometimes it made her want to SCREAM!!! Like right now! Gulping at her tears, she stumbled into the woods.
She looked .first to make sure that no one was around spying on her, and then she let down her pants, squatting on the ground. God, it felt so weird to be doing it this way! But in a moment her bladder loosened up and she felt her piss begin to flow, and there was only the sensation of relief, of pressure dropping. Debbie closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling as her piss puddled onto the ground beneath.
There were tissues in her pocket and she took one out, intending only to wipe herself with it. But the moment the soft paper touched her pussy she knew.
"Ohhhh," Debbie said, rocking on her heels. She stroked her cunt again, felt that same rush of sensation between her legs, and she bit. her lower lip gently. It would be so degrading to surrender to the urge-she'd done it just, yesterday-but there was something about the smell of pine in the air, about the freshness of the forest and the mountain atmosphere ... sighing, she began to draw the moist tissue back and forth across her slit.
Friction built between the lips of her pussy, and Debbie's stomach seemed to swell up, as with gas. It was always this way. She'd touch herself, even by accident, and from there on, it couldn't be stopped, not until she'd gone the whole route.
"This is disgusting," she whispered, but disgusting or not, she had to keep on. Oh, God, what if Lisa or Holly came looking for her and saw her, squatting on the ground, frigging herself? She went scarlet at the very idea.
But it wasn't likely. Not the way they seemed to feel about her. If she were gone for a couple of days, then they might come looking. Maybe. Well, she didn't like them, either, but since she'd been foisted onto Lisa and Holly, the least she could do was give them no trouble. And if lingering in the bushes for a few extra minutes insured that she wasn't giving them any trouble-well, it also had some advantages for Debbie.
The tissue was soaked through and she dropped it. Her bare fingers now rested lightly on the ravine of her cunt, and she felt' a quickening of her heartbeat as warm flesh met warmer flesh, and even though she'd wiped herself, she wasn't at all surprised to find that she was still rather moist down there, but this time it wasn't from piss.
It wasn't nice, Debbie was aware, but she had to do it. There was no turning back once she'd reached a certain point, and that certain point was already behind her. She stroked a bare, thick finger up and down the slice of her twat and she could hear as well as feel the crackle of static electricity in her carrot-colored pubic hair, the sparse growth of fur which dotted her plump, deeply cleft cuntal mons. Sighing, Debbie clasped her entire pussy in one hand, squeezing until tears sprang alike to her eyes and to the slitted mouth of her twat, moistening in one action both her cheeks and the palm of her clutching fist. She lifted up slightly on her heels, and there was an aching' at her knees from the uncomfortable squatting position, but it couldn't compare to the ache she'd stirred up in her quim, and that had to be attended to. Now!
Relaxing the fisted pressure on her pubic bulge, Debbie once more slid a fingertip up and down her crease, and this time the finger parted the lips it caressed. She' was damper inside, damp with a thick, creamlike oozing that she knew came from the depths of her body, and the pungent aroma of it wafted up to her nostrils as she squatted 'on the ground. Debbie pried into the mouth of her puss, her lips set firmly, her eyebrows furrowed with concentration, and she coated her fingertip in the wetness seeping from her hole. Greased, she let her finger slide more boldly, until the base of her clit blocked further sliding.
"Ulthhh!!" she moaned, head and shoulders rocking back, pussy humping forward to make finger and cit bump, again. Two separate tremors rippled through Debbie's twitchy vulva and. she knew exactly how to trigger a 'third. Once more she stroked her clitoris, but this time she-didn't stop when the surge of pleasure came. Her finger slid round and round the excited nubbin, and her nail scraped-only for a second, but a most rewarding second-the raw, sensitive flesh of the cit itself. Her thighs quivered and she felt her pussy mouth growing damper, damper and her finger couldn't be halted. It shot south, toward that gathering dampness.
Oh, God, she couldn't stop now! She had both hands on her twat, one spreading it, the other digging into it with frenzied eagerness. 'Her vulva was slick with arousal now-she got so wet whenever she played with herself, sometimes it could be an embarrassment, but that was only in retrospect-right now it was just what the doctor ordered!
"Love me," she sighed, "love me love me love me ... "
She was talking to her finger. It was pathetic and she felt like a fool afterwards, but who else could she ask to love her? Debbie worked the tip of her middle finger into the, mouth of her snatch- gradually, for she was very tight-and she started to push instinctively up the resistant but dripping channel.'
Sometimes she liked to make a production number out of the act. Pretending that she was being loved and caressed by someone, that warm arms enfolded her, a heated body pressed against her own-it helped in its own way, made the act
more than masturbation. God, such a harsh, ugly word! How much of her guilt stemmed from the technical term for what she was doing to herself? Why couldn't it be called something else, something more pleasant, lighter on the tongue? But no matter what she called it, playing with herself made her feel better, and that seemed justification enough.
Anyway-she didn't have anyone special to fantasize about.' She'd done it so many times with Paul Newman that he'd long since lost his power for her and though she'd tried Sylvester Stallone on occasion, he really wasn't the type who appealed to her. Besides, Holly and Lisa might get worried if she were gone too long, and she had to hurry, but before she could go, she had to come.
So, "Love me," she whispered to her finger and the finger was nothing but the extension of her hand, and somehow that seemed enough for now.
Her cuntal muscles tensed a moment longer, then yielded, and she pressed a little deeper with her fingertip, but she couldn't go too much deeper because of the obstacle that sealed off the depths of her pussy. Her finger bumped against her cherry, and she felt a momentary twinge of the most delicious kind of pain she could imagine, but the second time it happened the pain turned to a kind of agony and she had to pull back. Well, Debbie knew what to do, and how to do it, and she did.
In and out the mouth of her cunt, in short, frantic strokes, she worked her finger, and the muscles snapped and clutched around her, and honeydew ooze was seeping from the aperture, making her finger sticky, clotting on the lips of her cunt and the red hairs clustered nearest the gash, and she twisted a little on her heels as she squatted, making her twat grow a bit tighter.
"Just ... a ... couple ... more ... " she panted, and there was no need to hold her snatch open any longer, for her finger was boldly imbedded in the hole, so Debbie brought her free hand up to the front of her shirt. She grabbed indiscriminately, found herself with a handful of tit, and she squeezed it fiercely, moaning as her fingers did their work. Her fits were large and soft, and the double layer of oversized shirt and tight brassiere couldn't prevent the flashes of delight as she fondled her breast. She felt her nipples hardening-both of them-even the one capping the fit she hadn't touched yet, wouldn't get a chance to touch because she was almost there and. it wasn't necessary-and she squeezed harder, fingers sliding around until they found the prominence of her nipple, squeezed it through the shirt and bra, squeezed till tears welled up big and watery in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as unstoppable as the rise and fall of the sun, and her finger was still in her pussy, fucking in and out with a driving, impatient fury and she came down hard, onto her ass on the ground, for she couldn't sit up any longer, not when all her being, all her concentration was focused on the gash between her legs, the gash that no one wanted to love except Debbie Marshall, but who could love it better than Debbie Marshall? Who knew better how to love it? Who could make her feel so good? Who could make her forget that a few hundred yards away there waited two girls who'd been saddled with her companionship against their wills, who probably wouldn't lift a finger to help if she fell over one of the cliffs up her in the mountains, who wouldn't come to her rescue if she were being eaten by a grizzly bear? Who, damn it, who?
"Me" she said in a hoarse, husky groan, "me, mi, me!!!" And she crossed her legs where she sat bare-assed on mossy ground, and it was like a special kind of agony, the tight mouth of her twat pinching at the finger inserted therein. Debbie pushed her ass down hard, loving the strange, but natural, (eel of grass beneath her buttocks, and even though there were a few pebbles in the grass, pebbles that bruised her bottom, she didn't care. One more push of her finger, one more squeeze on her fit, and she was coming, coming all over her hand and her pubic hair, and she closed her eyes, panting, moaning, feeling that she was dying but dying beautifully, her soul taking off into the clouds above, clouds set high above the trees in the midst of the bluest sky she'd ever seen, and those clouds were soft as pillows and her essential spirit was settling down to rest upon one of them, to rest for a long, long time ...
Her head was still light and swimmy when she opened her eyes and she wished that sweet, dreamy feeling would never go away.
But it would. She knew it would. As soon as she went back to Holly and Lisa. For a moment she'd been beautiful and soaring, the wildest, freest spirit alive, she'd been real, but it couldn't last.
"Oh, face it," she said aloud. "You're the ugly duckling but you'll never grow up to be a swan. They're the swans. They've always been swans, they'll always be swans. Even when we were kids; Holly was beautiful. And I wasn't. I'm still not. I'll never be. I'll never be anything except what I am now. A fat, frizzy-haired clod. A smart Dumbo. Oh, God, what's so smart about being ugly and unlovable? I wish I was back home. I wish we'd never come out here."
Wishing. What was that old saying? "Wish in one hand and shit in the other, and see which one fills up first. "God! Her mind was rolling in the gutter today! Chalk that up to being around Lisa and Holly, she decided.
As she pulled up her pants and buttoned them, she wondered if Lisa and Holly masturbated, too. It was an almost universal act. Even chimpanzees did it. But somehow she couldn't picture Lisa or Holly with her pants down and fingers toying in the slice of pussy. God! Debbie stopped in. mid-step. She'd bet anything that the two girls back at camp had both actually ... actually ...
"Been fucked," she said in a giggly whisper. It was the first time in her life she could recall using that wicked word aloud. Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes glazed over and she tried to imagine Lisa or Holly doing it with somebody. Oh, wew! They always said that you could tell a girl who'd been had by looking into her eyes, that there was a certain something which was a dead giveaway. But Debbie had no idea what that something might be. Still, when she got the chance, she'd try to sneak a peek into Holly's eyes, and Lisa's, and see if she could detect any telltale signs there.
"And I'll be as nice to them as I can," she added. "I mean, they didn't want me but had to take me with them, so the least I can do is be agreeable and helpful. Maybe they'll even start liking me. Or at least stop not liking me." Full of hope, she set about finding her way back to the camp.
CHAFFER THREE
"You don't smoke and you don't drink," Lisa said from across the fire. "Is there anything you do?"
"Except fuck up other people's lives?" Holly put in. She was sitting beside Lisa and they were passing a half gallon of wine back and forth, smacking their lips as they drank. They'd already smoked a few joints of what Debbie was now positive was marijuana, and their voices had taken on a lazy dreamy quality, as if they were talking in their sleep and doing it only by great effort.
She'd tried to be nice and helpful; she'd even fixed supper and built the fire, but none of it was working. Every time Holly and Lisa looked at her, she could see resentment smoldering in their eyes and she knew that~ they wished she were somewhere else, very far away from this mountainside campsite.
Well, it's not doing much for me, either, she wanted to tell them. I don't want to hang around you any more than you want me hanging around you, but it wasn't my choice. Mom and Daddy and Aunt Kate and Uncle Fred all agreed that it would be just peachy if 1 went off camping with Holly and her cute little friend Lisa, and nobody asked me if I maybe wanted to do something else. Like stay at home and read.
Anyway, it wasn't her idea of fun. The night air was cool, despite the fire-nearly as cool as the reception she was getting from Holly and Lisa-and she didn't want to sit up watching them get drunk and stoned. "I think I'll turn in," Debbie volunteered. "It's been a pretty long day for me, and I'm kinda fired."
Lisa swallowed wine and then forced a burp from her lips. Debbie grimaced. "Not half as long a day as it's been for us," she said, and Holly giggled.
"Yeah, and you can't be half as tired as we are of you. Why don't you just pack it in like a good girl?"
Debbie crawled into the back of the van. She'd already been informed that there wasn't enough room for her in the tent, so she'd have to sleep in the camper. Too bad there wasn't much padding on the floor but maybe the blankets would help a little bit. She closed the door, not quite shutting it, and the inside of the van was nearly as chilly as the air outside. Debbie wrapped herself in the two or three blankets that had been stingily given her, not bothering to take off her clothes. The extra warmth of her clothes would help. Maybe, God, the floor of the van was so hard! It would take determination to go to sleep under these circumstances, but Debbie knew that she had enough determination. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep. Outside, she could hear Holly and Lisa talking softly as they drank their wine and smoked their dope.
"Isn't she as bad as I told you she'd be?" Holly wanted to know. "I mean, like, 'Miss Downer of i977. God, Valium ought to make her their national poster child or something!"
"That hair," Lisa agreed. "Like red steel wool. Jesus, though, think how it would look if she let it grow out! She'd be the first freckled Ubangi in history!" That seemed to delight both of them. They laughed uproariously.
"Admittedly, she doesn't seem to be quite as fat as she used to be," Holly went on, "but it's hard to tell, the way she dresses. All her clothes are about four sizes too big. Of course, she'd probably look like a sausage-an overstuffed sausage-it she wore anything that fit her."
"Mmm, you don't have that problem," Lisa purred kittenishly. "Oh, light up another j, will ya? I feel like 'getting smashed out of my fucking head tonight!"
"Don't get too smashed," Holly warned, "because we're going on the prowl tomorrow. There have to be guys. on the mountain. I mean, it's the second weekend of summer. Where else would they go? I bet the woods are crawling with them. Listen! Do you hear something crawling through the woods right now?"
"That escaped convict, indubitably," Lisa drawled. "Hey, dude, we're over here!!"
"Come, and get it!!" Holly chimed in, and both girls started laughing again. "What'll we do with her? When we go hunting, I mean?"
"Leave her here to guard the camp. And if she's a good girl and washes the dishes and tends the fire and has a nice filling-but not too filling-supper ready for us, maybe we'll do her a good turn and let her watch. Think she'd like that?" "Who gives a fuck?" There was a silence. "Oh, yeah, that's more like it. Give me the bottle, you're going to spill it-"
In the van Debbie's eyes were growing heavier and she felt sleep beginning to creep up her body. Thank God, she thought. I won't have to listen to them anymore.
"dancing around like that, you cunt. Come here. Now, damn it, you have something I want!"
"What is it, Hollyhock?" Lisa asked ingenuously, halting in the act of removing her T-Shirt. She looked down at Holly, who was looking up with glittering eyes at the fits that were almost-but not quite-exposed by the pulled-up shirt.
Holly rose to her knees and put her hands on Lisa's waist. She squeezed the bare flesh just above the low-riding, super-tight jeans, and then her fingers started drifting upward with easy slowness. When her fingertips brushed the under curves of Lisa's ripe round tits, Holly threw off the mask of unconcern. She also helped Lisa throw off the T-shirt and, in a moment, she was eagerly sucking her girlfriend's nipples, already stiff and puckered from the night air.
"What about your nearest and dearest relative?" Lisa wondered idly, running her fingers through Holly's dark silky hair.
Holly made smacking and slurping sounds and then, reluctantly he un-mouthed the boob she'd been nursing. "I'm not gonna change my lifestyle because of that dip shit. If worse comes to worse, I can always punch her in the mouth. I did it once before and I can fuckin' do it again. Here, let me-" and with that she unbuttoned Lisa's jeans and started to tug them down her friend's slender, lissome thighs, kissing her way down Lisa's tummy toward the triangle 'of golden hair at the base of Lisa's abdomen. Holly got her nose into the fluffy bush and began sniffing and tickling her girlfriend where it really counted.
"Ooooohhhhh, right on, Hollyhock!" Her jeans were down to her knees by that time, and Lisa wiggled her legs impatiently, helping them drop the rest of the way. The air was cool on her naked body, but her flank was toward the fire, and she was very warm there. And down front, where Holly was dragging her nose up and down Lisa's pubic region, she was hotter than warm. Taking Holly with her, Lisa fell onto the blanket they'd spread beside the fire and she opened her legs, kicking off the pants. At the same time she put her hand on Holly's shoulder, stroking up and down in quick, anxious motions.
Holly squirmed around, offering her tits to Lisa, and Lisa wasn't averse to accepting them. She undid the other girl's blouse and reached inside with both hands, filling her palms with the cutest, hottest, firmest tits God had ever created-next to her own, of course, she reserved mentally. The nipples were rigid and blazing against her hands and she ground down upon them, not crushing the delicious blossoms-only making them sprout up the more vigorously.
"We're in a tangle," Lisa announced, her hands crossed under Holly, who was still nuzzling her twat. Holly sat up, shucking off her blouse, and her tits gleamed in the firelight. The nipples looked like sparkling rubies. But they didn't taste like rubies. They tasted like nipples, and Lisa was very pleased to discover that sweet fact when she tasted the jewels of Holly's boobs. They had something special, the two of them. They were best friends and they loved life and they loved one another, and it was really the best of all possible worlds, as far as Lisa and Hollyhock were concerned.
Except for that dipshit bitch sleeping in the van. God, what a stone fucking bummer it was, having her around! Quiet and kinda retiring-and by God, she ought to be! Debbie was just a stupid redheaded pig who needed her chubby ass kicked right off the mountain! The idea titillated Lisa, and she made a point of giggling while she titillated Holly. Who appreciated it very much and showed her appreciation by petting Lisa's face the way a proud, devoted owner would stroke and pet her prize Angora. Yes, they had it together, the two of them. Really: together. And tomorrow they'd go out hiking, see if they couldn't find some guys and get it even more together.
Lisa released Holly's nipple and sat back, her proud young tits thrust forward. "It doesn't seem so cold now, does it?" Holly shook her head and lay down on the blanket. "Mmmmm," Lisa purred, "you always seem to hit me where I have no fucking resistance at all." She picked up the jug of wine, raised it to her lips. "Oh, the hell with it. We can drink any fuckin' time we want to." She capped the bottle, set it aside carefully, and then threw herself upon Holly, mouths connecting hotly, Lisa's hand thrusting into the waistband of Holly's tight shorts in search of the high-voltage pussy she knew awaited here there.
Holly stood in the doorway of the tent, stretching as she greeted the first rays of the rising sun where .they filtered through the trees and made psychedelic light patterns among the green leaves. She breathed deeply, inhaling the clean fresh mountain air, and it was sweet to be young and alive this morning-even if that cunt Debbie was snoozing in the van some twenty yards away. Screw Debbie! Today she and Lisa were going to hunt up something strange. Mmmmmm! Her mouth watered at the very idea of a hard cock, and she could almost taste the squirting flavor of cum pouring into her throat.
Or was that just a hangover from last night? Jesus, they'd gotten stoned out of their minds, she and Lisa! Fucked away half the night. Her twat was still sore from the repeated finger jobs Lisa had given her, and if she clenched her thighs upon her pussy she could feel that incredible vibrator, humming away inside her tightness. Well, she'd given as good as she'd gotten. Lisa had been hollering for mercy from her Hollyhocks before it was over. Nice. Wrapped in one another's arms, testing each other's sexual responses, it was easy to forget about that dipshit Debbie and the crimp she'd thrown into their vacation plans.
"Screw you," Holly murmured toward the van. Something touched her from behind, and she felt fingers creeping up her bare thigh, making straight for the dark floss of hair that covered her crotch. "Who's there?" she asked, straight-faced.
"Guess," Lisa giggled from the rear, and her fingers took out a claim on Holly's cunt. Holly exhaled, then began to squirm where she stood, and somehow her squirming managed to give Lisa's fingers even sweeter access to her pussy gash.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... " Holly sighed deliciously as two fingers wedged themselves inside her slit and moved around the mouth of her still-itchy twat.
Lisa threw off her blankets and knelt behind Holly. It was morning-the sunlight was proof of that-and everybody knew that the best away to start off a new day was with a sweet creamy orgasm. 'She worked her fingers deeper into Holly's Snatch and let her tongue glide lazily across, the flaring but slender cheeks of Holly's ass.
"Good morning to you, too," Holly giggled. Her head was still swimmy from last night, but if anything could clear up the wooze, it was definitely Lisa's tongue.
Lisa used her other hand on the crack of Holly's ass, tickling through the buttocks cleavage, fingers dwelling for a long, lovely moment on Holly's puckered anus, and she didn't let up with the tongue work, either. She bathed Holly's ass with the spit of her eager mouth, and her taste buds picked up Holly's delicious flavor. Her tongue began to race across Holly's ass, into the buttock cleft, back and forth across the tiny red asshole itself, and Holly squirmed and moaned each time she was brushed on that particularly sensitive spot.
"Do you like that, mmmm?" Lisa purred, moving her fingers in and out of Holly's puss.
"Do I?" Holly wondered. She cupped her bare tits and offered her stiff nipples to the rising sun.
"Bend over," Lisa suggested. "And spread 'em, baby. Spread 'em for me."
"Almost nobody I'd rather do it for."
Holly bent over, leaning out of the tent, and she felt her ass lift, her pussy wink open even further. Lisa removed her fingers delicately, sucked them dry of the sweet cunny juices 'that had soaked them during their immersion. For a moment Holly's twat felt indescribably empty, deserted, but only for a moment. Lisa thrust her face into the gape of Holly's legs and covered her friend's snatch with her open, hungry mouth. Teeth ground into Holly's tender pussy flesh and a tongue speared its way up her sex tube.
"My clit," Holly. warbled, "don't forget my flicking clit."
"How could I?" Lisa sang into the pussy she was kissing. "How could I ever?" Her tongue flicked up, found the clitoris, brushed it once, twice, three times-Holly lost count. It was no time for arithmetic! If there was anything she liked better than being eaten at night, it was being eaten in the morning.
Holly's cunt 'tingled with each pass of Lisa's tongue, and she' had to brace her hands against her knees to keep from falling over. But it was worth the extra trouble, for in another couple of seconds her pussy blossomed like a rose and her petals were dripping with dew. "Make me come," she warbled, bumping and grinding herself onto Lisa's smacking mouth. Somehow the morning sun looked just a little brighter and rosier to Holly then. Good morning, sunshine, she thought, what a nice day this was turning out to be!
"Take it, baby," she panted, humping against Lisa's mouth and tongue, and Lisa took it greedily, her tongue shooting up Holly's cunt to scoop out the pealing buds of pussy cream. The lips of Holly's twat were' snapping like angry turtles and good feelings vibrated throughout the young girl, and she Sighed ecstatically, for now it was her turn to pass along the compliment. And by God she knew exactly how she'd do it!
"Me, now," Lisa trilled, lying back on the blankets she'd just arisen from. Her long legs stuck out the tent door and Holly lay down on her belly, between them, her mouth only inches from Lisa's moist red gash. Holly sniffed at her friend's oozing cunt, and she let her tongue glide softly across it once or twice, but she wasn't in a hurry. She could afford to take her time, and Lisa, sweet sweet Lisa, would only appreciate it that much more.
"Pretty legs," Holly, murmured, stroking them up and down, rubbing her cheeks along the sensitive inner_ surfaces of the thighs. The legs wouldn't hold still. They kicked into the air, wrapped around Holly's upper body, loosened 'their pressure and kicked high again. No matter what action they took, they were perfect legs, long and slender, and smoldering with the warmth that had already spread through Lisa's entire person. Mmmm, Holly thought, she's not the only one who's warm. The flush of sex still colored Holly's face and body and she could feel the moist sheen of perspiration that bathed her flesh in the early morning's breeze.
"You want this?" Lisa grinned, offering the vibrator. Holly took it, tested the on switch. "I think we gave the batteries hell last night, "Hollyhock."
"Seems like it," Holly agreed. The machine' sounded very weak, its buzzing nowhere near so powerful as she liked, but she took the deficiency with a shrug of acceptance and began to tickle Lisa's thighs with the almost-depleted instrument. Lisa moaned and arched herself upward, legs twitching, their motion bumping the vibrator into momentary contact with her open, willing cunt.
"Unh-unh" Holly smiled. "That's too easy. Let's just put this out of temptation's way." She gave Lisa one more touch of the buzzing machine-just enough to make Lisa cry "Oooohhhh"-and then she removed it completely. But where to put it? Holly thought a moment and came up with the perfect solution. She turned, resting on her side, and she brought the tip of the vibrator into contact with her own snatch. One quick push and it thrust inside her, four inches of the machine's seven penetrating Holly's quim with an efficiency that left her breathless.
But not for long. Her cooze molded itself around the plastic toy and, even though it was vibrating at less than full efficiency, the sensation coupled with the hangover feelings of her just-subsided come and made Holly feel very, very good. And sexy. And horny. She 'rolled onto her belly, lifting her butt into the air and wiggling it frantically, and she thrust her face into Lisa's crotch, ready to eat anything she might find.
"Christ!" Lisa moaned, "you're a goddamned barracuda this morning!" She clutched her bare breasts, squeezed the nips as if they were juicy ripe pimples, and she humped her twat up against Holly's slavering mouth. She didn't need to split' the labia for Holly's convenience; her friend's tongue was only too quick to take care of that pleasant chore, and within moments, Lisa felt as if she were being screwed by a small but frisky snake. Her swollen pussy lips felt the gentle but insistent scraping of Holly's teeth and liquid joy began to seep from Lisa in a series of spurts and rushes. Holly's tongue shot into the hot bucket of girl-milk and her slurps grew louder and more aphrodisiac to Lisa's ears.
"Eat it all," Lisa commanded. "Eat it all!!!"
Debbie's eyes opened slowly and she yawned. She was still wrapped in her blankets, curled 'into a tight ball inside them, and her side ached from sleeping on the hard floor of the van. Light was coming through the small window above her, so it must be morning, but the night chill lingered inside the back of the van and she felt as if she were awakening in an icebox. What time was it?
She hated to put her arm outside the blankets' comparative warmth, but she did. Not quite seven in the morning. God, what a frightful hour to wake up! She heard birds chirping outside, and, mingled with that sound, something else she couldn't quite identify. Maybe she could go back to sleep. Debbie dosed her eyes and concentrated but it didn't work. She opened her eyes again and decided, reluctantly, that the day had begun for her and she might well face it.
She rolled onto her-bitch, untangling the covers and once again .he heard those other sounds. Sorta like heavy breathing, maybe, and, mixed in, something that reminded her of Daddy's electric shaver overheard from a distance. Curious, but not curious enough to sit up and look out the van's side window, Debbie lay on her back, grimacing at the steely hardness of the floor beneath her. She slipped her hand back under the blankets and it seemed to drift automatically toward her waist. And downward. Oh, God, she thought Again?
Debbie willed her hand to stop in its progress. She didn't want to do that again. Not here, now. Her legs parted inside the blankets and her hand seemed to fall of its own volition into the space between them. She gasped as her fist closed upon the crotch of her jeans' and her pussy began to throb invitingly within the denim covering. No, Debbie's mind said, but her hand was saying yes and so, it seemed, was her pussy. Sucking in her breath, the young girl thrust her hand into the waistband of her pants and down, down!
There was a strange sound outside, not far away if her ears were any judge. Debbie stopped fondling herself for a moment, and she heard it again. A voice. It had to be a voice. A moan? A loud gasp? She wasn't sure. Maybe it was Lisa or Holly talking in her sleep. Debbie fisted her hand upon her cunt -again, and she felt her panties moisten as pussy dew started to leak from her Slit. It was a nice feeling, a wet feeling, a warm feeling-in fact, her cunt seemed to be the warmest object in the back of the van this morning. Was there any better reason to stroke and caress it? Maybe she could spread a little heat through the rest of her body. She let her finger toy with the crease of her sex-her panties were beginning to stick to her gash right now, thanks to the leakage of wetness from her-and she pushed at her hole, ready to insert her fingertip.
"Oh, Jesussssss!!!"
This time there was no mistaking. That was definitely the sound of a human voice. Lisa's voice. God, was something wrong outside? All that talk about some escaped convict. Debbie's heart chilled behind her left boob and she froze, hand glued to her cooze-filled panties.
Slowly, life returned to her and she found that her breathing was almost back to normal. Debbie extracted her hand with regret and she turned over carefully, rising onto her knees as she moved. If anything awful was going on up at the tent there was a possibility that the perpetrator might not bother looking in the van. She could peek out the window, define the situation, decide what to do.
As she lifted her head toward the window she noticed a small hatchet on the floor of the van. They'd chopped firewood with it last evening. God, if some madman was out there now, doing horrible things to Lisa and Holly, she could defend herself from him with that hatchet, couldn't she? Debbie grabbed it, squeezed the handle till her fist ached.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh-"
This time the cry was louder, sharper, more shrill, than before, and Debbie was scared. Her head refused to budge. She had too look through the window but she was afraid to, afraid she might see something dreadful.
"Godddddd-"
That clinched it. Holding the hatchet, positive she could use it if she had to, Debbie raised her head and stared with bulging eyes through the small window in the van's side door. She'd been expecting to see some maniac dismembering Holly and Lisa, but, if anything, what she saw was much worse.
Chapter Four
She dropped the hatchet. It fell with a soft thump onto her blankets but Debbie scarcely heard the sound. Her nose was pressed to the glass and she was breathing so hard that steam threatened to obscure her vision of what was going on up by the tent.
Holly and Lisa, both of them stark naked, were spilled out the tent's doorway. Lisa's legs flashed in the air, kicking in a frenzy of excitation, and Holly was on hands and knees between those lithe, slender legs. Her face was buried in the patch of golden hair at Lisa's crotch and her butt wiggled
friskily. Something white and tubular was-my God-was sticking out of Holly! Debbie's stomach threatened to turn over when she realized that her cousin must have inserted some foreign object up her tender vagina, and she felt a sickening twinge of pain between her own legs at the very concept.
"What are they doing?" Debbie whispered, not realizing that she was actually voicing the words. "My God, what are they doing to each other?"
Lisa kept hollering and whining, and her pretty head tossed from side to side, honey-gold hair flying in lush silky swirls. Her face was flushed and, even - at a distance, Debbie could see how stiff Lisa's nipples were, how stiff and swollen, as if the girl had been stung by a bee, squarely on the point of each breast.
Holly's head 'burrowed into the space between Lisa's thighs, and Lisa was romping her bottom up to meet Holly. Whatever it was, they were both seriously committed to it. Debbie blinked. "They're doing something homosexual," she .told herself aloud. "That's what it is. My God, that's what it is!!!"
What else could you call it? Holly was obviously using her mouth on Lisa's sexual parts, and it was just as obviously giving Lisa a great deal of pleasure, for the honey-haired girl kept whining, "Don't stop, baby, don't stop till you've licked it all! Ooooooohhhh, yessssss!!!"
Were they ... were they queers? They talked a lot about boys, with a frankness that Debbie almost never even allowed herself to think, but here they were and it was difficult to escape the implications of what they were up to.
Debbie felt weak, as if she were going to faint or-oh, God, even worse-throw up! Her knees were all rubbery and her head was spinning and there were ten million butterflies loose in her tummy. She could count them as they flew about.
And to think, Debbie reflected, that only yesterday I was wondering if either of them' had ever done it with a boy!
She felt her equilibrium melting away and she had to grab something for support. Her left hand seized the inside handle of the van's door but not until the door started to slide in its track, thanks to her sudden motion, did she remember that last night she'd not bothered closing it all the way, that it was already the tiniest bit ajar, and now it was opening, even as she leaned against it and fogged the window glass with her voyeuristic steamy breath.
The door slid further, and Debbie was no longer staring through the window-she was looking around the edge of the door, and then there was no door at all and she was falling out of the van, unable to do anything except fall.
She wasn't sure of the progression of events, then or later. She remembered hitting the ground with her knees, tits, and tummy, so hard that the breath was knocked out of her body for a moment, and she must have cried out with the jarring pain she felt. But there was a flash of darkness and when she opened her eyes again ...
"Goddamn it, what the hell?" Holly shouted, raising her face from Lisa's cunt. Lisa sat up too, breathing hard, sighing' out the come that had been so rudely interrupted, and both of them stared at the van and its opened side door.
"It's your fucking cousin," Lisa snapped. "See?"
Holly jerked the vibrator out of her cunt. The batteries were nearly stone dead now-for the past several minutes she'd been more aware of the vibrator's bulk than its buzzing. "I knew that ugly' cunt would spoil everything!" She rapped the plastic pecker against the heel of one hand, looking first at Lisa, then at Debbie where she' lay momentarily stunned on the ground beside the van. "I guess she saw us. Oh, fuck, why don't we teach her a lesson ... ?" Debbie blinked her eyes half a dozen times but the film hazing them over wouldn't go away. She wasn't on the ground now; someone was lifting her up. "I think I-" she started to say and then her eyes cleared and she saw that Lisa and Holly, both of them still naked, were flanking her. "Oh, my God," she said, jerking her hands out of their grip. She staggered to her feet, folded her arms across her chest, and moved back, toward the van. She didn't want to be touched by them, not after what she'd seen them doing. God, it made shivers run up and down her spine! To think of Lisa allowing Holly to use her mouth ... down there ... Jesus!
"I suppose you got yourself an eyeful, didn't you?" Holly said, planting her fists on her hipbones. She took a deep breath and her small, high-set tits lifted proudly, the nipples red as cherries and nearly as big. Everything about her was perfect, Debbie thought, just as everything about Debbie was all wrong.
Even her attitude. Why, Debbie wondered, should I feel embarrassed, the way I do? I wasn't doing anything nasty. They were! Yet she was blushing furiously, and her face tingled with the shame she felt throughout her unattractive body.
it was because they were pretty, she thought. They were more than pretty-they were beautiful and beautiful people could do' anything they wanted to do. She looked at the two girls, at their supple naked bodies, at the boldness with which they posed, revealing every curve and line of those bodies, and she wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
Lisa smiled. It was so unexpected that Debbie couldn't help smiling in return. "Why don't you come up to the tent?" she invited. "We have to get dressed, and I think we ought to talk 'about this. About what you saw, I mean."
"Okay." Debbie went with them. She still felt awkward and a little tense about getting very close to them, but it was nice to know that they weren't really angry with her. She had intruded herself on their weekend, and she had been spying on them, you might say, even if it was all accidental.
Lisa went into the tent and squatted on the blankets. She picked up her shirt, then turned around, looking up at Debbie. "Okay," she said.
Holly had been a pace or so behind Debbie, but when Lisa spoke, Holly threw herself upon her cousin and both girls went straight to the ground, falling through the tent's opening. Debbie hit with a Whoosh! and before she could pick herself up Lisa was there, knee planted squarely between Debbie's shoulders, pinning her to the earth. "Well, do it, bitch!" she giggled.
"Let go of me!!!" Debbie squealed, writhing helplessly. That knee was solid and implacable on her backbone and, though she kicked her feet about, it didn't help a bit.
Something touched her ass-gliding, then grabbing-and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "NO. DON'T DO THAT!!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!"
"Roll her over," she heard Holly say. "I can't get her fucking pants unbuttoned." Again there was a grabbing pinch an Debbie's ass, and again the helpless redhead screamed, but apparently Holly and Lisa were made of stern stuff indeed, for neither of them let up a whit. Debbie felt her pants being jerked on, but they resisted like the high quality denim they were. "Roll her over, goddamn it," Holly repeated.
The pressure on her backbone relaxed for a moment. She wanted to scream but she was too busy treating her lungs to their first unblocked breath of air since this had begun. A whirling sensation, and Debbie was on her back, looking up at the two girls who were treating her so strangely, so inexplicably.
"Please," she whispered, "I don't know why you're doing this, but I don't want So play any more ... -
"We're not playing, bitch!" snapped Holly. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Debbie's jeans and pulled. The button popped open. Debbie kicked up, but even as she kicked Holly was jerking at the jeans, dragging them down Debbie's unwilling legs.
"NO!!" Debbie tried to sit up, but Lisa pulled her to the ground again and squatted atop Debbie's chest. Debbie blinked furiously, looking for the first time in her life at a pussy, in stunning, inescapable close-up.
Lisa's wet twat was only a few inches from Debbie's eyes and, unwilling as the girl was to stare at it, there was no escape. Even if she closed her eyes, the heavy musk of Lisa's snatch filled her nostrils like too-strong perfume. Debbie gasped for breath, but each breath only filled her lungs with the wafted taste of cooze.
She didn't know what was happening to her. Why were the girls using her this way? Knocking her around. Jesus! Pulling off her pants! She felt the jeans hanging at her ankles, and it seemed to immobilize her legs. There was a binding sensation-she couldn't kick as freely as before.
As if that would have done any good. Holly was even now tugging at Debbie's panties, the last shield of her modesty. "No, please, this had gone too far-"
"Holly say, 'Girl who have red hair have red hair, by cracky'," she heard her cousin giggle, and Lisa turned around, looking over her shoulder to verify. Debbie went scarlet.
Lightly, a finger began to trace eccentric patterns across Debbie's groin. Now and then the tip of that finger drifted into the imprisoned girl's pubic bush, but never for long and never, apparently, with any plan. Debbie squirmed, but she couldn't squirm much, and every time she opened her eyes she saw nothing but Lisa's snatch, staring back at her.
It was a deep, neatly cut slice, surrounded by a silky-looking golden beaver, and the well pronounced outer lips were shiny with a milky coat of wetness. Every time Lisa moved the lips winked, as if they too were mocking Debbie Marshall, and it was a most disconcerting sight. Debbie began to cry. She didn't know what was happening, but she wanted it to stop.
"OUCH!!" she yelled. Holly had just grabbed a handful of Debbie's sparse red bush and yanked it viciously. Tears stung in Debbie's eyes, joined the flood already pouring
"Where's the vibrator?" Holly asked.
"Mine's under the pillow," Lisa sighed in reply. "Yours is just about dead anyway."
"Hold her down till I get it."
"Let me up!"
"I'll give her something to concentrate on," Lisa simpered. "But hurry." She slid forward, and the bristles of her pussy hair tickled the end of Debbie's nose. The red-haired girl fought back a sudden impulse to sneeze. Breathing was even more a problem, for the overpowering musk of Lisa's cunt was almost smack-dab in her face and she felt as if she were drowning in the scent. "Try this," Lisa suggested. "I've been told it tastes delicious."
And with that she shoved her twat into Debbie's face, covering the struggling girl's mouth. "Mmmmmmpppphhhhh!!" Debbie whimpered. Her mouth was full of hair and warm wet flesh and she couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't think. "Use your tongue," Lisa told her. "Lick me inside out. You don't have to be as good as Holly; just be yourself. For all that's worth."
Debbie tried to protest, but it only seemed to have the opposite effect. Her tongue swirled as she fought to speak, and each swirl seemed to lash its way across the winked-open gap of Lisa's pussy. She felt herself sinking into that hole; totally against her will, but when she pulled back, it was only to draw with her retreating tongue a little trickling flow of creamy juices drawn from the steamy interior of Lisa's cooze. She recoiled at the taste, recoiled instinctively, reacting straight from her heart. and gut, but the second time it happened Debbie couldn't make herself hate it quite so much.
She heard a sound then-it reminded her of that buzzing she'd picked up earlier this morning, the noise that made her think of Daddy's electric shaver-and she knew now that it was being made by a plastic, battery-powered vibrator. God, she'd seen Holly using one on herself, the white plastic tube thrust boldly up her cousin's tight pussy. Did they ... good Lord, did they mean to do that to her? Debbie felt fear curdling the marrow of her bones and she started rocking under Lisa. Her feet swung out defensively, finding nothing to strike at, and each time she strained, Lisa rode down harder, slapping her snatch onto Debbie's fluttering mouth. - "Raw, but not bad," she heard Lisa say, panting as she spoke, and it was far too late to seal her mouth against the pussy straddling it. Her lips were. forced open, a few hairs pasted to her teeth and gums, and the warm, fishy-sweet smell and taste of quim in heat was an envelope of flesh on Debbie's face.
"How about it, Debbie? Can you handle seven inches of buzzing plastic?" Holly speaking now. Giggling demonically. Debbie moaned into Lisa's pussy, then moaned again as she felt hands rubbing her groin. Stop it! her mind was shrieking. Let me up! I want to go home!!!!
Then the vibrator kissed her belly, making a circle around Debbie's navel. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and the strange new sensation almost took her mind off the cunt she was being forced to lick and suck.
"Oooohhhh, she's not bad at all," Lisa exulted. "I think I'm going to come all over her stupid little mouth!" She grabbed the sides of Debbie's head, pulled Debbie's face up slightly, and started to bump her pussy up and down in rapid humping motions. "Eat me, you bitch! Eat me!!!"
"She's got freckles everywhere," Holly informed her friend. "There's even freckles under her flicking bush. Can you dig that?" And as if to emphasize it, she dragged the tip of the vibrator onto Debbie's mound and friskily touched each of the little spots of red. Debbie's belly felt as if it were going to explode and it heaved in desperation, but Holly was sitting on her knees and any movement at all was wasted. The vibrator slid wildly across Debbie's bulging pubes, now and then flicking the sharply-cut gash itself, and, if anything, that was the worst part of it all. Debbie felt a tingling deep inside her body and she remembered that she'd been about to masturbate when all this somehow got started. Apparently, her female responses were not yet aware that it wasn't their old friend, Debbie who was stirring them up, that she was being used, lewdly, crudely, by strangers, by enemies.
"Tight," Holly commented, prying open the snug mouth of Debbie's cunt. Debbie squirmed and moaned throatily at this invasion of her privacy; but she couldn't do a goddamned thing about it.
"Oh, noowwwwwww!!!" Lisa screamed, ramming herself onto Debbie's mouth. She was quivering and bucking, as if she'd just been hot-wired in the cunt, and her labia dripped with the cum of her gushing discharge. Debbie's mouth was full of the stuff and she gagged on it, but she couldn't prevent it from coming. Lisa's fingers were tangled in her short, wiry red hair and they pulled in cruel, rhythmic fashion as Lisa throbbed with her orgasm. "Drink me dry, you bitch!" Lisa shouted, humping Debbie's face. "You owed me a come, so take it!"
"Give it to her," Holly giggled, "give it to her good! She had to bust things up just when I was ready to blow you off. But save a little for me, would ya?"
"Suck me, suck me, suck me," Lisa chanted, paying no attention at all to Holly. She squeezed her hot thighs on Debbie's face and smeared the juice of her pussy all over the unwilling girl" mouth. For a few moments there was a rapid fluttering of her labia as they rippled and contracted, and then Lisa heaved a long, dreamy sigh, settled idly upon Debbie's face, and rested. "I've had better," she drawled lazily, "but not everybody's my Hollyhock."
Debbie was absolutely scarlet with shame and humiliation. As Lisa's pussy finally rose from her mouth, she began to sputter and cough. There were hairs on her tongue, and her mouth was still full of the taste of cunt. She warded to crawl into a hole and close it off behind hers hibernate for the rest of her life. "Goddamn you," she choked out, "oh, goddamn you!" She'd never spoken profanely to anyone in her life, but this appealed to be the perfect place to begin.
Lisa paid' no attention. She arose, squatting over Debbie's head, and then' she turned. This time she came down on Debbie's chest and, though Debbie was no longer being strangled with pussy, now the abused young girl was staring directly at the tiny red anus set like a ruby in the split of Lisa's buttocks. She tried to throw up, but the angle at which she lay was all wrong; drool, and drool only, poured from her lips, trailing down her cheeks and chin, but her saliva couldn't carry away the lingering taste of snatch.
"Give it to her," Lisa invited, blowing a kiss at Holly. "She sucked me off. I think we ought to do something nice for her. Don't you?"
"Mmmmmm, very nice," Holly agreed. She flipped the vibrator on and once again she began to stroke Debbie's cuntal region with it.
This time she didn't spare the horses. She drew the vibrator up and down the pink, crease of Debbie's sex, nosing in as if she meant to bury it in her cousin, and Debbie was screaming now, screaming for mercy and compassion. Which were not forthcoming. "PLEASE!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!"
"Open wide and say ahhhh," Holly giggled. Lisa leaned forward and lent her friend the' use of her own hands. She squeezed the lips of Debbie's cooze, squeezed them together with steely-hard fingers, then without warning spread them as widely as possible. Debbie felt her cuntal lips straining as they were plied, and she screamed again, but her throat was sore now, her voice hoarsening parody of the fright boiling inside her, and there was the dull throbbing of a headache on 'its way, pulsating in the temples of her head.
"Let me put it in her. Ooooohhh, Debbie, you're going to love this, really love it ... "Holly inserted the tip of the vibrator into the gap of Debbie's puss, wedging it into the red mouth of the' young girl's cunt, and she started to push. "Christ, she's tight! I need some more leverage. My God, I think she's a fucking virgin!"
"Yes," Debbie whimpered, "I'm a ... oh, please, don't ... no, no, noooooo ... "
Holly shifted her position. She wasn't sitting on Debbie's legs now-she was perched a foot or so above them, ass wiggling in the air as she leaned head and shoulders into the work of screwing the vibrator up her cousin's hole. Debbie felt the pressure relax on her legs, and then she felt the indescribable pain as the vibrator began to make definite insertion, and she reacted in the only' way she could react. One of her knees jerked up, into the air, with all the force her terrified body could muster.
"Oh, Jesus fucking CHRIIIISSSSTTTT!!"
Holly screamed it, and dropped the vibrator. Debbie's knee had slammed squarely into her pussy, and she was positive that her guts would be pouring through the rupture any second now. Her face went white and- she staggered back, grabbing
the injured portion of her lithe young anatomy.
"Hollyhock!" Lisa shouted, leaning even more forward. Her ass lifted off Debbie, and the young girl realized then that nobody was actually holding her down. Not at this minute. Not now, not when it really counted. She struck upward with her- hand, slapped Lisa on the thigh, punched her in the ribs, and sent the honey-haired girl sprawling to the side.
"Goddamn it ... " Lisa moaned just before she
fell into the tent pole. She hit it with a loud crack.
Debbie scrambled then, crawling past the groaning Holly, out the door of the tent. And just in time. Lisa's hard fall bad loosened the tent pole and the canvas structure was in the process of clattering down upon Lisa and Holly.
"You bitch!" one of them shouted from under the fallen tent, but Debbie wasn't listening. She was already climbing to her feet, still spitting out the taste of cunt, and she jerked her fallen pants back into place. She looked around, saw the forms struggling beneath the canvas covering, and she knew that they would be very angry when they came out. Oh, my God, what should I do? she asked herself. Run, goddamn it! she told herself. Debbie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and she started to run, into the trees surrounding the campsite.
Lisa struggled out of the fallen tent, lifting the veil of canvas so Holly could get out too. "Come back here, you slut!" Lisa shrieked. "I'm going to tear your goddamned pussy hairs out, one by one! You bitch! You twat!" She was sobbing with rage. "You hurt us! Damn you, you hurt us.!
"Are you okay?" she said in a softer, more tender voice. Holly nodded, blinking.
"I think so. Oh, Jesus, when she kneed me, I fuckin' saw stars! I think she broke something in me." Holly sat on the ground, rubbing her snatch with one hand.
"Bullshit," Lisa countered. "Here. Let me rub it for you. Doesn't that feel better?"
"I know something that would make me feel a whole lot better." Holly lifted her eyebrows invitingly. Lisa smiled, then bent her head in and kissed the lips of Holly's sore cunt. "Mmmrn," Holly purred, just the slightest hint of arousal showing in her voice, "why don't you do that again? I think we're getting someplace. It doesn't hurt half as much."
"What about your d�mbfuck cousin?" Lisa raised her head, lips glistening with juice from Holly's crack.
"I don't know," Holly sighed. "As soon as we get home, she'll probably run to her mother and my mother and spill all the beans. Oh, shit, I don't see 'why we had to get stuck with her."
She pursed her lips. "On the other hand," she continued, "maybe when she comes. back we'll just take up where we left off. And if we have to, we'll just tie her up. Christ, I'd like to use a whip on her for an hour or two! Do you have any idea where we could lay hands on a whip?"
"I wonder where she went?"
"No matter. She doesn't know her way back to town, and it would take her a week, even if she felt like walking. Sooner or later, she'll come strolling into camp, and then-BANG! Her fat ass is gonna be grass, freckles and all."
"She does, have a frisky tongue," Lisa mused. "Not trained, of course, but promising. You know, she might be fun to keep around, once we beat some sense into her. She could be our little frizzy-haired slave. God, do you think she'll come back?"
"Oh, of course, she'll be back. Where the fuck else can she go? So why,, don't we put on our clothes and go hiking? Maybe we can scare up some guys. Jesus, there have to be a couple around somewhere, and if there's anything I want more than to scratch up Debbie's fat can, it's to wrap my legs around something hard and hot and male. What do you say?"
"That's one of the reasons we're here," Lisa replied. "Let's set up the tent and go hunting. If we find anything good, maybe we can let Debbie watch. She can probably use the education."
"Fuck Debbie. I almost hope she never comes back. But when she does, WHAMMMMM!! She owes us, now, and she's gonna pay."
Chapter Five
She wasn't sure how long 'she'd been walking. Her watch was broken, she discovered when she looked at it. Must have happened when she fell out of the van. Or maybe later, up at the tent, when they'd tried to ... to ... oh, God, they'd done more than try! Debbie was still sobbing, but her, tear ducts had long since dried up, and her eyes burned because there was no salty wetness to lubricate' them.
"Damn them!" she said to a tree. "They ... they were using me like I was some kind of animal! They were ... oh, God, they were trying to rape me!" For a moment she thought she might be sick to her stomach, and she leaned against a tree, trying not to remember how Lisa's cunt had tasted when it poured sticky juice into her mouth.
But the impulse passed and, queasy as her stomach felt, she knew finally that she wasn't going to vomit her guts out. Debbie leaned against the tree that supported her, and it felt so hard and straight and strong. She wrapped her arms around it and hugged the tree, wishing it were a friendly human to whom she could pour out her troubles. "I don't want to go back there," she whispered. "I'm afraid. I want to go home. I want to go home to Ohio and never' even hear Holly's name ever again. I hate her. Oh, God, I hate her! And that dirty bitch Lisa, too!"
She was using language she'd never used before, and it gave her a feeling of satisfaction. "They're cunts," she went on, drawing even more pleasure from hearing herself say the word. "They're bitchy, fucking cunts, and I hope their fits shrivel up and their cunts get cancer and they die before I get back."
But she could still taste it, still feel it. Lisa's pussy on 'her mouth, Holly's fingers all over her Own snatch, and that vibrator-Good God! "She wanted to stick it up me," Debbie mused, horrified. "And she would have, if I hadn't-"
It was the first time she'd ever struck anyone or anything in violence, and she hadn't meant to do it when she bucked her knee upward. That was only a muscular reaction. Holly's cunt happened to be in the way, and there was too much impetus behind Debbie's lifting knee. She could still hear the groan of pain Holly had made. Debbie smiled, remembering Served the cunt right. The cheap trashy slut. And Lisa, barreling into the tent pole, the tent itself collapsing upon Holly and Lisa. "I guess I showed them. But-"
But what would they do when she returned? Debbie frowned. They'd be angry. Oh, Lord, she didn't want to go back! She wouldn't go back! "I'll just keep walking until I find somebody to help me," she told the tree. "Somebody who'll give me a ride back to Aunt Kate's, or maybe a telephone, where I can call. Daddy will drive up and get me, when I tell him what those rotten girls tried to do to me. Yes!" Debbie hugged the tree as if she were thanking it.
It felt so nice, too. Her breasts and belly and crotch pressing tightly against the hard bole of the tree, and no matter how firmly she insinuated herself, the tree was stronger and exerted a reverse pressure that made her feel refreshed all over. She coiled one leg around the trunk and oozed herself even more closely, and there was a delightful rush of sensation between ,her thighs. Debbie closed her eyes and moaned. She'd awakened with a desire for orgasm which still hadn't been gratified, and it would be so easy to lie down on the grass right now, slip her hand into her jeans, and frig herself until she spurted sticky cum all over her fingers-just the way Lisa had gushed girl-milk, into Debbie's mouth such a short time ago.
The realization brought her up short and she unwrapped her limbs from the friendly tree. Time enough later. Right now she had to find some way to get back to Mom and. Daddy, and away from Lisa and Holly. Debbie smoothed her fuzzy red hair with shaky fingers and resolutely set forth, hoping that her path would bring her, sooner or, later, to help of some kind. It had to. God, it had to!
It felt like hours later, but it couldn't have been that long, for the sun was only halfway risen above the timberline to eastward when she left the shelter of forest and found herself staring across a wide green mountain meadow. She stood there a moment, eyes drinking in the sight of miles and miles of Colorado as far as she could see, and then Debbie focused in on the most beautiful sight of all. A column of wispy smoke climbing high into the air from somewhere just over a rise ,of ground on the far side of the meadow. Smoke. That meant a forest fire. Or people. She took a deep, gratified breath and started to run through the meadow, making straight for that beacon of smoke.
"Looks like something out of Grizzly Adams," she said, looking down into a' narrow green valley. There was a largish log cabin, firmly, carefully constructed, with a couple of smaller outbuildings nearby. At one end of the cabin was a rock-and-mortar chimney, and from it lifted the smoke, but the smoke meant that someone must be in the cabin and maybe that someone could help. She saw no electric wires or telephone cables, which was not a good omen, but maybe the cabin's occupant had a CB radio or could at least tell her how' to get back to civilization. Debbie set her chin bravely and started down the slope.
She mounted the porch and knocked briskly on the door. "Hello," she called. Inside there was a sudden furtive sound of motion. "Hello," Debbie repeated. "I need some help, please."
And then' suddenly the door jerked open and Debbie's eyes crossed in terror. She was looking down the barrel of a revolver and it was looking back at her.
"Inside," someone said, and she saw him for the first time.
He was about six feet tall, lean, hard-bodied. His hair was a sun-bleached pale brown and he was deeply tanned from forehead to hipbones. His legs were strangely white in contrast to his chest, and she could see and appreciate the contrast because the man was wearing only a pair of white jockey 'shorts.
"I told you, inside! Move your ass! Now!"
Debbie groaned in fear but she followed the arc of his waving revolver and went into the cabin. He slammed the door behind them. "Okay. Who are you? What' the fuck are you doing here?"
She tried to speak, but her tongue was frozen to the bottom of her mouth and glug-glug sounds were all she could manage.
Slowly he lowered the revolver, then tilted his head to one side, eyeing Debbie up and down. He came nearer, one of his legs brushing her thigh. She moaned in protest 'but she was unable to sidle away from him. Unable, and, very much afraid.
"Oh, Christ," he said then, and his voice was a little raspy as if he were speaking only with difficulty. "How old are you?"
"S-s-sixteen."
"You're old enough," he said, "and you're big enough." He sucked in his breath, then looked down at his groin: Debbie looked too, and what she saw terrified her all the more.
The front of his shorts was suddenly, hideously distended by s9mething inside. For a moment she wondered if she had another gun in his underwear. And then she realized what it was, what it had to be that swelled up inside his clothing.
"I'd kinda planned on Julie Christie as my first one after I got out," he said, '~but she's not around so you'll have to do. Get your clothes off. And fast."
"Get your fucking clothes off or I'll rip them off! I've been waiting six years to get my hands on a woman and I'm not going to wait any longer."
Her eyes were round as saucers and she couldn't move, not with that gun enormous and frightening in his hand. "Goddamn it," he snarled, reaching with his free hand. He grabbed the front of Debbie's shirt and tore, buttons popping all the way down. She screamed and tried to cover herself, but he was having none of that. "You fight me, you'll only get yourself hurt," he warned, ripping the shirt. off her body.
She screamed then, and whirled around. Nobody had ever seen her without a shirt on, and she was terrified to think that this stranger was doing so now. But it didn't help. As she turned, the man grabbed the waistband of her jeans and tugged, popping loose the button. The pants were too big for Debbie and they fell of their own volition as soon as they were unsnapped.
"For the love of God," she moaned, trying to crouch into a huddle. She was wearing only her bra and panties now. The shirt was completely gone, the jeans in a pile at her feet. It was horrible. She was so fully conscious of her body and its defects that her cried-out tear 'ducts* refilled almost - miraculously and she felt wetness rolling down her cheeks.
"Stand up,!' he commanded, catching her wrist. She jerked up, still wishing to curl herself up and roll into a corner.
"Oh, that looks good," he sighed, shaking his head. Drool frothed between his lips, bubbling with each breath he took.
He pulled her against him, and she was astonished at how hard and warm his nearly-bare body felt rubbing hers. And, oh, God, that other hardness, inside his shorts! She remembered the tree she had hugged in the woods during her walk. Compared to his penis, that tree was nothing but Jell-O! It ground against her stomach and she could feel blood pulsating furiously to keep him stiff and rigid.
He was biting her neck and her bare shoulder, - drooling on her, nibbling with his teeth, sloshing his tongue around; She closed her eyes and moaned through clenched teeth, enduring, unable to do anything except endure. One of his hands was locked around her, the fingers skating back and forth across the panty-covered cheeks of her bottom. And always, that hard penis, like a red-hot wedge trapped between their bodes, reminding her, screaming to her, that she was a man and she a girl.
"On your knees," he commanded, pushing her toward - the floor. Frightened of his strength, of his gun, of his cock, she went down, onto her knees. Now the huge lump-oh, Jesus, it was bigger than huge, it was enormous, swelling the front of his shorts-now it was right before her face, and she could smell its hot-meat aroma, only inches away. Not even the salty tears spilling into her mouth could mask his strange, masculine scent.
"Suck it," he said, pulling down his shorts.
"Oh, no, no, no!!!" Debbie shrieked, jerking back as his cock lurched free. It quivered, it bounced, it was purple - with lust and thick and throbbing and her eyes bulged at the sight of it. It was the first time she had ever seen an erect male cock-the first time she had ever seen any kind of cock.
"I don't have time to fuck around," he growled.
"You'll suck it or I'll blow your goddamned head off!" He grabbed Debbie's head and jerked her toward him.
His cock lunged along~ one of her cheeks and she shivered as if the temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees, and then he was turning her head around and even as she tried to speak in protest he rammed his pecker into her - open mouth. "Aaaaggghhhh! !" he moaned, thrusting.
Debbie wanted to gag. His first stroke took him almost into her throat, and she was far from ready. Oh, God, he was so big! Her mouth was full of him - and -he seemed intent upon feeding her even more. She coughed, she choked, but still his rod kept sliding into her mouth and her jaws puffed out as she struggled to accept it. - What was the ~ Gett1n~ her head blown off? That's what he'd threatened her with. Dear God!
For the second time today she was being sexually molested and, as it had been with Holly and Lisa back at the camp, there was nothing she could do to protect or defend herself. She had a mouthful of cock and she was getting more with each passing moment.
Who was this man? Why was he mauling - and stripping and attacking her? She'd done nothing to harm him. Jesus-was he some kind of pervert who lived up here in the mountains and got his kicks waylaying any woman unfortunate enough to fall in-to his clutches? She didn't know.
"Oh, shit, baby," he groaned, jerking his rod out of' - her loose-lipped mouth. "If you were sucking cocks for dynamite, you wouldn't earn enough to blow your nose."
She -couldn't speak. The sudden emptiness of her mouth, after it had been filled with his prong, was too precious; she needed time to refill her lungs.
He fisted his prick, and Debbie looked at it in awe. The thing had to be, oh, Lord, seven, eight inches long? Maybe a little more. She wasn't good at visual computation. And how thick? He. was more than an inch in width. She'd stake her life on that. And she'd taken the better part of that enormous beast into her mouth? Debbie groaned, realizing how near she'd come to being strangled by her insane captor.
He dropped to his knees beside ,her, and there was a gleam of determination-almost a hypnotic concentration-in the eyes he focused upon her face. Debbie felt her senses beginning to reel and he was a deep pool into which she began to fall. Her muscles were turning to rubber and she felt consciousness slipping away.
Yes, she thought, maybe if I pass out, it won't be so bad. She closed her eyes and fell eagerly-into oblivion.
When she opened her eyes again she was lying on the floor and he was patting her cheeks. Debbie blinked a couple of times and said, "What are you going to do to me?"
He reached between her legs. She jerked back, but not fast enough, and that was when she realized that her panties had been taken down. "Nothing," he said, "that hasn't been done to you recently, if those scratches around your twat are any indication, baby. Just spread your legs and enjoy it."
And with that he flung himself on her. His shorts were still pulled down to free his cock, and she felt the heat of his prick swinging back and forth on- the insides of her thighs. "N-n-n-nnnn-" Debbie moaned, but it was too late.
He reared up, anchored his knees between her legs, and he split her widely. She wailed, for it hurt to be so open, but it was a cut-off wail indeed. The tip of his dong bumped her split pussy lips and suddenly- he was thrusting into her, stabbing despite the resistant tightness.
Debbie lost her voice for a moment, and when she regained it, what came from her lips was a piercing scream. "AAAAIIIIEEEE!!"
"My God," he gasped, and his cock barreled into her, bursting her hymen in one vicious, painful stroke. She felt her guts turn over and-then he was fully in her, his belly against hers as he lay upon her, and he breathed sour breath into her nostrils. Something wet was starting to leak from her cunt, and she knew without even looking that it was the blood of her butchered cherry. I'm not a virgin any more, Debbie thought, biting her lips. I've been raped. Oh, my God, I've been raped!
He raised -his face and looked at her, and she saw something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Did -he shake his head just a little? Was there a trace of sorrow in his expression? - She didn't know, couldn't guess. Her own eyes were misted over with tears of the pain he'd given her and her head was throbbing like a migraine special. She felt him move slightly against her, and some of his cock slipped out of her tight, agonized quim.
Some of it, but not a lot. She still felt as if a free-trunk had been thrust up her belly, and she was positive that her vagina had -been ripped to shreds by the - brutality of - his first stabbing penetration. She seemed -wetter than ever. Was she pissing herself too? Oh, God, she hoped not. That would be too much, the ultimate degradation!
But it was only wetness flowing out of her. Some of it had to be blood, she knew, but some of it was a totally different substance-the same kind of wetness she loved to tease from herself with frisky fingers on the twat. There could be no mistake. There was a hammering inside her belly and she could feel all the responses that normally came with a simple act of masturbation-the quickening of breath, the flush that began at her hairline and spread down to the pink nipples of her big tits, the twitchy, itchy, rippling at her pussy's tight mouth.
The man looked at her. "Sorry," he said, and then he slammed his mouth upon hers. The kiss took her by surprise. - The only kisses she'd ever known had been from relatives. Pecks from Daddy. Sloppy kisses from grandmas and aunts and uncles. Touch. Then gone. This was something entirely different, something she had never thought she would ever experience.
It was the kiss a girl might expect from a lover, Debbie decided. Ridiculous as the idea might seem. His mouth was warm and wet and she could feel his tongue sliding across her lips, tickling them, teasing them, plying between as if it wished to enter her own warm wet orality. One more pass, and her mouth yielded. Lips parted and he thrust his tongue inside her, with a lot more gentleness than he'd used inserting his cock. His tongue touched hers and began to play a sweet game of tag inside Debbie's mouth. She opened her eyes in astonishment, saw that his eyes were staring-at her in reply.
Take it easy, his eyes seemed to tell her, and some of the tension began to evaporate. it still hurt like blazes, down there, but her cherry was broken. There was no way she could ever grow anew one. And so, when he began to slide his cock in and out of her with long, delicate strokes, she didn't resist. Her body went almost completely limp beneath him and she allowed him to take his pleasure. There was no way she could stop him, was there? No way she could throw him off her, no way she could undo what had happened? And-Debbie's eyes enlarged-it was starting to hurt less and less and less ...
He ran his hands up and down 1~er body as he flicked her. That's what he was doing, Debbie reminded herself. He was fucking her. He had his cock in her vagina and he was moving it in and out~ his groin pressing against hers when he was fully buried in Debbie, his balls tap-tapping, swinging as he fucked her, big balls, or at least they felt big, rocking in the lightness at the apex of her thighs.
He had almost no hair on his chest,' but there was plenty between his legs and it touched her in places she was bare, and there was a ticklishness-to it that wasn't at all unpleasant. His mouth still covered hers, and the soothing playfulness of his tongue was beginning to make her forget the pain he had caused only a few minutes ago.
Not completely, of course. He'd ripped her with his penis, and each time he moved in her she remembered that initial thrust. The tender lips ~f her pussy parted for his strokes, aching a little each time he stabbed through them, but she wasn't so sore down there now.
His, tongue pushed - deeper into her mouth. She closed her cheeks tightly upon it, startled to find that she was actually-sucking his tongue, sucking it with a totally impromptu fervor. This, she thought, this is what he wanted me to do with his cock, when it was in my mouth! And it's so ... so ... easy!! - Without realizing it she put a hand on his shoulder. It was a small, warm hand, the fingertips resting lightly on his flesh, and he inclined that shoulder a little more closely- toward her. Debbie wasn't aware that she had- touched him until her hand closed upon his flesh and began to squeeze, and then it was too late to stop. Still moving his rod in and out of her with gentle but deep plunges, he covered one of her bra cups with his fist and squeezed her tit rhythmically. She felt a quickening of breath in her body, and her fit seemed to engorge in his hand. Her nipple was hot, straining against the cloth cup which surrounded her boob, and she knew that he couldn't help but feel the pulsation of her fit as he squeezed. Debbie raised her other hand, wondering why. When it wrapped around his neck, she knew why, and she wasn't entirely certain that she was Sony. Oh, Jesus, she prayed silently, what is happening to me?
Already her knees were lifting, and her feet rising from the floor. One of her feet slipped around the man's calf, tied it self in a knot there.
"Mmmmmppphhhh ... " She groaned as he seemed to slip deeper into her pussy, deeper than she had thought it possible for a man to go in a woman. It felt as if the head of his cock were already burrowing among her intestines or even higher. There was a lightness around her heart, as if it were on the verge of shutting down and she breathed harder, faster, not wanting to die-not now-oh, God, God, God, not nowwwww!!!!
Debbie's head fell back and her mouth, still open, gave forth a crooned "0000HHHHHH!!" that made her eardrums ache nearly as much as her lungs. She lightened the grip of her hand around the man's neck and she Pinched off five fingers' worth of his hard shoulder muscles and she raised her other foot and, if anything, it opened her all he more. When his cock shoved home now, she. could feel it at the bottom of her throat and it didn't hurt anymore-Jesus, it didn't hurt at all! He pulled back, extracting better than half his long rod, and she thrust her pussy up at him, the lips dick and wet, eager to be refilled, anxious to be wedged and ravished by the hard hot barrel of him.
"Good God, what are you doing to me?" she moaned, holding on for dear life.
He didn't answer. He fucked. And with each plunging insertion of his dong, Debbie learned, in spades, what he was doing to her. There was no question of lubrication. Her twat was sopping wet, inside and out, and she could hear the squish as his cock lunged into that wetness.
She'd been masturbating for two or three years, at least, and she was no stranger to her body's reactions. When the orgasm began to simmer in her belly, Debbie knew it, and she blushed for shame. But how could she stop her body's natural processes? And, Jesus, did she even want to? She wrapped her arms and legs around him even tighter and she made her ass bounce up from the floor in greedy, cock-swallowing attacks whose significance he could not but be aware of. She didn't care what he thought of her, she didn't care what she'd think of herself when this was over. She was going to come, and when she did, she wanted it to be a come she'd never forget One time in her life-one time, oh, Jesus-she had the chance to discover how it was, what it was like to be with another person; and even if it wasn't the way she'd have chosen, Debbie had to experience it in full. The opportunity would never come again. If she died tomorrow she would have one delicious memory to carry to the grave.
"Ohmygod I'm cominggggg ... " She didn't even recognize her own voice. The diction was slurred and blurred and the words rushed from her in a muddy torrent. But she didn't need words. Her cunt swamped around him, the muscles contracting like steel springs, and he thrust into her, allowing her 'pussy to flex and ripple and pleasure itself around him. Cummy girl-juice dripped from her lips, and she couldn't stop climaxing. Especially when he sensed the lull in her response and began to punch her with his cock again, stirring up a fresh new bout of excitement in Debbie's cooze.
"Yessssssss!!!" Debbie wailed, writhing beneath him. It was a tumultuous orgasm, more intense than any she had ever tickled from her pussy with fingers alone, and for the first time in her sixteen years she understood what climaxing was all about. She felt as if she were dying and then she felt that she would certainly live forever. Her brain was either starved of oxygen or drowning in ozone. She could smell his sweat and her own and she could smell the musky girl-dew leaking from her as well, and she smacked her lips like a guppy, signaling him to kiss her one more lime.
But he didn't, "Goddddd-" He groaned from deep in his belly and then he jerked his rod out of her. Debbie screamed. Her twat felt indescribably empty without him and she lunged up, eager to recapture his dick if it was at all possible.
it wasn't. She looked down her stomach, saw the glowing ruby knob of his prong, shining in open air, and there was no way, she could suck him back up her channel. She groaned, sadly, before her lagging brain took cognizance of an obvious reality. She was still coming, even without his presence in her cunt. Her belly undulated, her thighs squirmed and squeezed, and her pussy was tingly explosion of juices and cracking muscles.
He laid the underside of his cock on her tummy, his balls pressing against the swell of Debbie's pubes, and she saw his bright red tip engorge, quiver, then begin to spurt out incredible, massive gouts of thick white cream. Each time a burst of the stuff splattered her breasts and belly she squirmed again, and her come just kept on happening, and so did his.
Semen. Baby-juice. That's what he was spilling onto her body. Why wasn't he squirting it up her pussy? God, did he care? Enough to worry about her? Oh, Jesus- Debbie raised her hands, waved them frantically in the air, and closed them upon the man when at last he sank onto her body. Her belly was wet and sticky from the cum he'd drenched her with, but he was hard and solid upon her and she used her arms and legs like pliers. She didn't know if she ever wanted to let go.
Chapter Six
"I'm sorry," he told her, carefully drying her sticky body with a hand towel. "It never occurred to me that you might be a virgin."
Debbie Sighed. "I don't know," she replied. "I mean, if I'm sorry or not." He looked at her quizzically. She sat up. "Maybe you didn't notice, but-"
"I think I noticed. Oh, Christ, I don't know what came over me. You're just a kid. I raped you. Jesus."
He looked genuinely sorry, and Debbie wondered why. Hadn't he enjoyed himself? Wasn't that all a rapist cared about? Rapists on TV cop shows were either crazy or sick. If they were crazy, it was okay for Kojak or Karl Maiden to gun them down; if they were pathetically sick, then it was off to a psychiatric hospital at the end of the show. Which was he?
"It just hit me," he said, interrupting her reverie. "I hadn't seen a woman in six years-not an available woman-and, Jesus, there you were, and my cock got hard as a rock and I just went crazy."
"Six years? You've been up here for six years?"
He shook his head. "Christ, no! I've been here for three days. I've been in prison for the last six years. Until I broke out."
Debbie gasped. "My God, you're the escaped convict Lisa and Holly were talking about? I thought you were just some kind of joke ... I mean, I never ... ooohhhh ... " She slouched back. "And you've been hiding out up here?"
"Yeah." He waved his hand in an arc, and Debbie followed the radius. For the first time she actually got a look at the cabin she'd entered at gunpoint.
It was nicer inside than it looked from the outside. The floor was carpeted, and there was a big fireplace at the far side of the room. The small fire whose smoke had drawn her here was still burning, and there were blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace. Apparently he'd been sleeping there. The stuffed head of a bighorn sheep dominated one wall, and there were table, chairs a sofa, all of early American design.
"This is a hunting lodge," he said. "I think it belongs to a guy from Omaha. He probably comes up every fall to slaughter wildlife. Anyway, I broke in and I've been hiding out until it felt safe to do some more traveling. At least, I was hiding out before you came along. Now-" He shrugged helplessly.
Debbie looked at him carefully. He was rather young, she noticed. Maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He didn't look like the criminal type. Still, he was an escaped convict and he had threatened her with a gun and then raped her on the floors She wondered how much of it she could honestly hold a grudge over. "Why were you in jail?" she asked courageously.
"I killed a 'guy. Hey! Don't pass out on me! It was one of those once-in-a lifetime things. A crime of passion. I don't make a habit of killing people."
"You were pretty loose with that gun," Debbie replied. She was amazed at how easy it was to talk to the man. She'd always been tense and nervous around people, shy and retiring, but not now. All the words were coming to her, just the way they should. Faye Dunaway couldn't carry on a conversation with Robert Redford a bit more effortlessly than Debbie Marshall was now chatting with the man who had raped her. She was' even smiling, showing off the nice teeth Daddy had paid so much to have straightened. At" least her teeth looked good. The rest of her was awful-oh, my God!! She was sitting on the floor beside him wearing nothing but her brassiere!
Debbie reached for her panties, intending at least to drape them over her lap and its exposed parts, but she realized just in lime that it was essentially hypocritical. He'd already seen every-thing, hadn't he? In fact, he'd done a good deal more than just look at her vagina. Too late to change any of that now. Besides, she didn't feel awkward or embarrassed. Not now. Not with the memory of what he'd done to her.
"The gun?" he said, twirling it on his finger. Suddenly he squeezed the trigger. Debbie shrieked and hugged herself in panic, but there was, only a clack sound. "I found this in the bedroom," the man grinned. "It must belong to. whoever owns this place. It's not loaded. I told you, kid-I saw you, and all of a sudden I had to rip off a slice. The gun was just to scare you a little. Jesus, I wish I could kick myself in the ass for what I did to you." He frowned and shook his head. "I never raped anybody before."
He'd pulled his shorts back into place, Debbie noticed, and the mighty prong that had been rampant inside them a little while ago was magically vanished. When he moved, the cotton fitted for a moment round a much smaller stub, showing off its little outline. How could his tool have become so tiny in so short a time? Debbie found it impossible to raise 'her eyes from the man's crotch. 'She stared at him with occasional glances at her own lap, and she felt again the quickening of breath, the mighty onrush of sensation that, had presage4 'her explosive orgasm, and she knew that her face was turning scarlet, but it didn't matter. She lifted her hands looked at the trembling fingers, then planted them on his knee and slid her ass across the floor, toward him where he sat. Her knee touched his, and then she lifted her eyes, to find that he was regarding her with a frank, curious gaze. There really was something hypnotic about his eyes, she told herself. It's like I'm under a spell of some kind. I'm, not responsible for a goddamned thing I'm doing.
"I forgive you," she whispered, and she went up onto her knees, put her hands on his shoulders. She had never believed that such boldness was possible for her, for cruddy Debbie Marshall, but she was learning a lot. She~ moved her face toward his, closing her eyes just as their mouths met, and she kissed him the way he'd kissed her while he was fucking. His mouth opened and she thrust her tongue into it, and he began to suckle. Debbie's mouth was full of saliva in a twinkling, and it seemed that something else was salivating, too. She clenched her thighs and felt a trickle of drool flow from her pussy, matting the sparse growth of red hair around her slice.
He put his arms around her, and it was like all her dreams coming true in one blinding moment. Her mouth hot and wet on another mouth, another body close to hers, sharing warmth back and forth. His hands slid up and down her back, onto the swell of her bare ass, and when he touched her crack, slipped a couple of fingers into it and started tickling her cunt from behind, she moaned into his open mouth and threw herself upon him.
He fell back, taking her with him, and Debbie wrapped her thighs around him. She was split widely and her cunt rubbed with eager friskiness at the front of his shorts. Rubbed, until there was a pulsing and a frantic throb of life within his underwear and his cock was no longer a little limp stub. He grew, and she rode his growth until she felt his belly twitch and his hands become hot and desperate on her ass and pussy. One of his fingers pressed the whole length of her slice and he couldn't mistake the eager wetness seeping from her. Squish-squish, went his finger, puddling in her liquid snatch, and then he stabbed himself into her, plunging wickedly, erotically.
She'd used a finger on herself more times than she could remember, but until today her hymen had always prevented deep penetration. Well, there was no cherry- to block his finger, and he thrust' all the way, until the big knuckles of his. hand struggled impotently, unavailingly, with the splayed lips of her twat. His finger wiggled and crooked inside her~ Debbie rocked from side to side atop him, sucking at him with the muscles of her cooze, and she was leaking like a sieve,' her pussy a hotbed of swampy arousal. She raised her mouth from his, reluctantly breaking off the kiss, and she said, "You can rape me again if you feel like it."
"Is it really rape this time?" he panted, and she didn't answer. Not verbally, at least. Her pussy drenched on his finger and she rubbed his bulging cock with her soft smooth tummy, and that was answer enough for any question.
When he slid down his shorts and let his cock swing free, Debbie wondered if this was a fantastic dream from which she'd awaken in frustration at any moment. Maybe she'd passed out when she fell out of the van. Maybe everything that had taken place since that moment w~ a split-second unconscious mind's fantasy. She'd open her eyes in a second or two and Holly and Lisa would be standing beside her asking if she'd hurt herself when she fell and ... Oh, God, no!!! she told herself. God, noooooo!!! Let this be' true! Please, let it be true!!
"I think you're good and ready," she heard him say, and his finger moved in her cooze again, and she knew that it was real, that all this was happening-to her, to Debbie. "Lift, okay?"
She lifted her bottom, and his finger slipped out of her cunt. Debbie was so excited her teeth were chattering. "Higher," he said, and she raised her ass even more. Something touched her pussy, something big and hot and hard, and she looked into the gap between them to see what it might be.
"Oh, God," she said with a gasp. He was tickling her cunt with the end of his pecker, sloshing about in the leaky juices that coated her lips and beaver, and each time he stroked her it was like ... it was almost like the battery-powered caress Holly had given her with the vibrator a few hours ago, she realized with a shudder of distaste. But no! This tool throbbed and pulsated, just like that vibrator, but it wasn't cold plastic-it was red-hot flesh, touching her own red-hot flesh, and she wanted it, more than she'd ever wanted anything in her sixteen years. "Yes," she moaned, "do it! Put it in me! Oh, Jesus, fuck me again!"
"Easy does it," the man said, and' he pushed the tip of his dong into the widespread mouth of Debbie's box. She felt her lips strain at his bulk, but it was a complaisant kind of straining. Her pussy wanted him just as much as her heart and brain wanted him, and she was flowing like a river of girl-cum inside, wet and ready to receive his meat.
"Here ... we ... go ... " and he thrust upward, into Debbie. She yelped like a puppy whose tail has just been stepped on, for the initial stab was painful, reminding her unpleasantly of the moment he'd first flicked ~into her, bursting her fragile cherry. She recoiled involuntarily, lifting her ass again, but he was holding her by the waist and buttock, and he 'moved upward too, pushing the dick to her. Debbie sighed as he sank deeper into her sex, and the momentary flash of remembered pain vanished like the bad dream it was. He pressed up her tight channel, the walls expanded to give him room, and she came down slowly, sinking upon him till her snatch was totally full of the man's prick and his balls were hard and swollen just beneath the slit of her cooze. She pressed a little harder, loving the way his balls felt under her cunny, and she kissed him viciously, biting his mouth and tongue. "My God, my God," she kept saying between nips and kisses.
"Take it easy," he counseled,, running his hands across the swell of her ass. She lay full length atop him, legs flaking his, pussy full of his rod, and her fits throbbed where they touched his chest. He rubbed her butt, tickling the crack, even playing naughtily with one finger on the pucker of, her asshole, but it didn't seem too awfully naughty, especially when the tip of his finger caught her sphincter muscle by surprise and poked inside for a moment's deep probing that caused her eyes to bulge.
"Oh, wow," she said, spit bubbling on her lips.
"Sit up," he told her. "Sit up straight. Straddle me while I fuck you. And, if you want, you can control everything. You can take just as much of me inside as you can handle. Right! Just bounce for me, exactly that way. Jesus, you're learning fast! Up and down. Mmmmmm, did anyone ever tell you that you have a lot of natural rhythm? Who taught you that nasty swing, kid? Let me ... lean forward just a' little, huh? I've been dreaming about fits for six years. .
His hands were already busy on her boobs, but when she leaned toward him as directed, he began to pull at the cups of her bra, finally tugging them up, over the swell of Debbie's tits. His fingers dosed immediately upon the ends of her boobs and he pinched her nipples until tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn't stop fucking him.
He was right. With Debbie on top, she was in control. She could lift high, almost unsheathing his pecker, then sink down as far as she wished. He filled her snatch to overflowing when he was completely 'inserted, and she didn't have to make a warm wet home for all his dick unless she wanted to. God, she wanted to! Each time she lifted, she came down hard and fast, swallowing his tool in her sex-mad quim, and if she could have gotten his balls inside, she'd have taken them too. As she rocked up and down she found herself twitching and wiggling and swaying to the side, to front and rear, adding a whole new variety of excitement to the act.
Sometimes as she moved, the barrel of his cock bumped her cit, and when that happened, lightning bolts of excitation exploded inside Debbie. 'Her head got dizzy and her eyes kept misting over, and the more she fucked on him, the wetter her twat became. She was totally full of him, gorged like a Thanksgiving diner, but gorged on something a lot more fun than turkey or pumpkin pie.
Oh, she knew that it was all crazy-that he was a 'man starved for sex, ready, to fuck whatever came along, that she'd simply happened to be that particular whatever. He was a criminal, a murderer, he'd threatened her with. a gun, ravished her. To him she was just-what had he called it? "A slice." Yes. She was only a slice for him to tear off. But it didn't really matter. For the first time in her life, Debbie Marshall was actually relating to someone.' She had reached across the gap that had always separated her from the rest of the world. For one magical hour she wouldn't be ugly and awkward and scorned. Farrah Fawcett-Majors couldn't be a bit more loved and beautiful and fulfilled than Debbie Marshall felt right now, slamming 'her, ass down to meet the insistent thrusts of that huge cock as it shoved eagerly up her snatch.
He filled his hands with her boobs and squeezed the soft pillowy mounds, then pulled at the pink nipples, which seemed to get longer and longer with each jerk of his fingers. Debbie looked down at her fits, saw the nips stretching magnificently, and~ she didn't even mind the freckles on her boobs. She didn't mind anything. She stroked his hands as he fondled her, and she made her ass work faster and faster on his dick, rising and falling like a piston on overtime.
"Give it tome," she panted. If anything, she was the rapist this time, not the escaped convict who lay beneath her. Debbie's cunt entrapped her lover's dong, her body swooped up and down on his, she was riding him for the pleasure she already knew he could give her. She'd never expected it would be like this, her initiation to sex. God in heaven, she'd never counted on having anything except her middle finger as a lover! And to think it wouldn't be happening now, except for Holly and Lisa. Not long ago she'd despised them, for the vicious, sordid game they'd tried to pull on her. Now she wondered-should I be just a little bit grateful?
A come simmered in Debbie's belly almost from the moment the man's finger had slithered up her twat. Fucking on him, fucking with the speed and the intensity, and the passion she' brought instinctively to the act, only stoked the fires of her arousal, and the explosion was inevitable. When it came she was only half prepared for the blistering sensations, and she swayed dizzily, perched upon the man's stiff, jutting rod. "God, I'm commmiiinnngggg!!" Debbie squealed, and for what seemed an eternal moment she was aware of nothing else. Not him, not his cock,' not even her own body. She was a rocking, pulsating mass of disembodied stimuli, and all of them were going off like firecrackers.
Somehow she was aware that she was no longer sitting bolt upright, but it didn't seem important. She was sinking upon him, her mouth hungry for his, pussy jerking and dancing around the cock that oiled it, and her head rolled, No. They were rolling, the two of them. He had his arms around her and he was easing her off him, onto her side on the comfortable carpeting, and now they were lying face to face, his cock moving in her with a little more freedom and what felt like even more furious determination.
Debbie threw one leg 'back and then he was atop her and she looking up at him, just as it had been the first time he fucked her. He propped himself above her body, gave his cock a-couple of final thrusts into Debbie's quim, and then, as he'd done that other time, he groaned, dragged his dick out of her pulsating hole. He started to squirt his seed almost before he was fully out of her, and again the hot thick man-milk splattered Debbie's body.
He'd ejaculated so much the last time, but his flow was thick and abundant now, too. Big, thick lashings of' cum that spurted from the ruby-red knob of his cock, flew into the air, and burst upon Debbie. She watched in awe. The fury of her climax had begun to subside-enough, at least, that she could watch him erupting-and the sight was, somehow, very esthetically pleasing to the young girl.
He squirted five or six times unaided, the cum simply gushing from his tool, and then, red-faced and straining, 'he grabbed his cock n a tight-fisted' grip and his hand jerked back and forth on the shaft. More cum emerged, joining the big sticky smears that already coated Debbie's bare breasts and tummy, and, as his fountain seemed to be shut off gradually, she found herself reaching down with one gingery finger.
She touched one of the large creamy gobs, worked her finger into it until the flesh was coated with him, and she brought the sample to her nose. There was a pungent, intriguing smell, very different from the juices she'd teased from her pussy So many times, but that was only to be expected. Men and women were not exactly the same, after all.
"It probably smells stale," he said, lying down' beside her.
Debbie shook her bead. "No, not really."
"It should. I haven't even jacked off in a day or two. Jesus, I must be so full of cum, it's a wonder I don't slosh when I walk."
"It smells interesting," she said.
"Taste it." Debbie wrinkled her nose, gave him a quizzical look. "It won't hurt you. If you'd sucked a little harder when my cock was in your mouth, you'd have gotten yourself a big juicy helping of it then. Go ahead. See if you like it."
Impulsively, Debbie stuck her finger into her mouth, licking away the cum she'd been smelling. He was right! It didn't taste bad at all. Strong flavored, as her nose had already detected, and rather salty. The oily bubble rolled across her tongue and she hesitated. only a moment before swallowing. It went down easily, and the tip of her tongue quivered excitedly. She'd heard girls at school talk about blowing guys, about getting mouthfuls of scum (as they called it), and now she understood what they had meant. But it didn't taste scummy, not to Debbie Marshall.
She looked at him, saw his reassuring smile. Her hand slid down her belly, scooping up perhaps a spoonful of the sticky goo, and that too she brought to her mouth, eating it from her fingers with lips and tongue that grew more active with
each slurp.
He cuddled her on the floor, and his dick was small and sticky-wet touching her thigh. It felt so tiny now, where it had been so hard and raging only a few minutes ago. Debbie's hand shot to his crotch and she cupped his cock and balls, squeezing them with love and gratitude. "Thank you," she said.
"Thank me? Christ, kid, I'm the one who owes! But look-wherever you came from-aren't they going to, be worried about you not coming back?"
"I don't, think so," Debbie sighed. She nibbled at his neck, gently, affectionately.
"Hey," and she felt the laugh where her cheek was rubbing on his breast, "I don't even know your name, and I've already raped you twice."
"My name is Debbie," she simpered, "and you only raped me once. The second time I-"
"Knock it off kid," he said suddenly, pushing her away from him. He sat up, and his face was drawn and tense. "I think you'd better haul your cute little ass out of here. Like, now."
"Why?"
He groaned in exasperation. "Because I'm hiding out and if there's anything I don't need-"
"You just fuck me, then kick me out? Is that it?" He nodded. Debbie sniffled, her nose twitched, and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't want to cry-yes, I do! I want to cry and cry and cry! But I'm not gonna do it. I'll get my clothes and I'll go. Maybe I can find somebody who has a telephone or a CB radio or something-"
He caught her hand and jerked her round to face him. Debbie had just picked up her panties, but she dropped them. "Why do you need a telephone?" he demanded, breathing heavily. "Are you going to call the pigs?" -
"My God!" Debbie whispered. "No! But I have to get in touch with my mom and daddy. They're staying with my aunt and uncle in San Leandro ... I need a ride back there-" Apparently he didn't understand. He kept squeezing her wrist, as if he were trying to pinch the truth out of her. Debbie squirmed.
"I was up in the mountains on a camping trip, see?" she told him. "With my cousin Holly and her friend Lisa. And I knew they didn't want me around-nobody ever does-but this morning I woke up and ... "
Chapter Seven
"Jesus," he said, frowning. "That's the sickest thing I ever heard of." He laughed bitterly. "But who the fuck am I to be talking? Didn't I do the same goddamned thing to you? Only, where they fizzled out, I made it. Christ, maybe I ought to go back to the prison farm and give myself up!"
Debbie shook her head. "No! It wasn't the same thing at all! I felt like an animal when they were touching me and using me, and it was just awful to be so helpless? and when I ran into you I thought, Oh, God, it's: happening again!" She put her arm around him and let her head come to rest on his shoulder. "But where it counted, it was all different. You hurt me, a little-well, more than a little-when you put your cock in me. It felt like I was having a tooth pulled, without anesthetic. Isn't that weird? I don't have any teeth down there. In my pussy. But it felt like I did, and like you were yanking them out by the roots with a pair of rusty pliers." She shivered delicately, remembering the pain.
"And you could tell you were hurting me. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at me. You were sorry. You wanted to stop, but you couldn't, because your need was too great. And so was mine. Once you were inside me-really inside me-I knew that it could never hurt enough to spoil the joy and the pleasure and the sweetness. I was bleeding where you'd busted me, but that didn't matter, because the insides of my pussy were full of hot juices. They were like salve on my hurt. And there you were, oh God, with that big beautiful cock of yours thrust up me, and I knew that I had to keep you there. I wanted you to keep thrusting, to spread me and make me even hotter and juicier inside. And if I was crying well, it was because for the first time in. my life I knew how it felt to be a person. A whole person. Does that sound silly?"
"No, it doesn't sound silly."
"I'm glad. Oh, what is your name? You still haven't told me!"
"Sam. Sam Ely."
She tested the syllables, found them ineffably sweet on her lips. "Oh, God," she murmured, "tomorrow I'll have to be ugly again, but maybe now I can live with it a little easier."
He cupped her chin, turned her face up. "Ugly?" he said. "Where do you get off with ugly?"
She grimaced. "Look at me, for God's sake! I know you needed a woman, after all that time locked up in prison, and I know that any woman would have been okay. Even a pig like me. That's what Holly and Lisa called me. A pig. I guess they're right ... "
"Don't put yourself down!" Sam blurted. "There's not a goddamned thing wrong with you, Debbie Marshall, and if you don't know that, you need your ass spanked."
She flushed. "Well, just look at me," she said. "I'm not exactly Miss America-"
"Screw Miss America! We're talking about you."
"I'm too fat," she argued, "and my breasts are too big, and-"
"You're not fat. You weigh what, about a hundred and twenty? Well, on you it looks good." He pinched off a little roll of flesh just above her hipbones. "This," he went on, "is baby fat. Bend over and touch your toes twenty times a night for the next month or so and you won't even have it." He slid his hand across the freckle4 curves of her ass. "Soft," he said. "Soft and cushiony. You can't imagine how sweet it is to squeeze your ass while I'm flicking you. What do you want to be slab-sided? I'm surprised you're not black-and-blue from having your cute butt pinched every time you turn around. Just-" he pinched her naughtily-" like that!"
Debbie squealed with glee and she rubbed her chest against him. Where had her bra gone? He noticed her tits when they touched him, and one of his hands came up to fondle them. "And these are too big?" he asked. "Unless I've totally lost my sense of feeling, I'd say-mmmm, 38-C. Well! Guess I still have some of the knack. Women are all alike. The ones with little breasts all want to be 1)-cups, and the stacked ladies wish they were all junior petites with little round apples on their chests. I'd just like to say this-" He thrust his face into Debbie's cleavage and squeezed her bare tits together on his cheeks. She could feel him breathing, his lips pressed against her skin, and steamy moisture oozed from his mouth, causing her flesh to tingle, her fits to swell and harden, the nipples to spring up. hard and hot.
Sam pulled back, but not to disengage. He started sucking her nipples, each 'in turn, his mouth shooting back and forth from one fit to the other. He used his lips and tongue and teeth, and the ends of Debbie's boobs quivered in delighted response. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her, like a mother with a nursing baby.
She'd always been embarrassed about her breasts. They started to 'blossom when she was only eleven; by seventh grade she was nearly as big-breasted as she was today, and fat in the bargain, with braces on her teeth. The' kids at school had nicknamed her "Boobs", and it was horrible to walk down the hail with her unwanted, overlarge fits bouncing away, even cupped in the adult sized bra she had to wear at twelve and a half. The memory still made Debbie cringe, and she tried to explain it to Sam. His only answer was to suck a little harder. "Maybe I was just too sensitive," Debbie sighed. "Oh, God, don't stop now!"
He lifted his face. "Whatever you say, Boobs."
She drew back her hand to hit him, but a fit of laughter struck Debbie and instead of punching him, she threw her arms around Sam and hugged him tightly. Her fits squashed against his chest and the nipples were alive with excitement. Debbie reached low, down his back, and her fingers played across the cheeks of his ass. Slab-sided. Yes, that was a good description of Sam. He 'had a flat hard ass, the kind of ass all men should have. And hers? Well, she'd always thought it a fat one, but he didn't seem to think so, and obviously he knew a lot more about asses than she did. If he liked it-oh, God, she could tell he liked it, the way his fingers suddenly staked out a claim on her buttocks-that ought to be enough satisfaction for Debbie.
Yesterday, she thought, I felt like a lethal combination of Laverne, Shirley, and Rhoda's sister. Today-oh, wow, today I think I feel like Farrah Fawcett-Majors. Tomorrow? Who knows?
Maybe The Bionic Woman! She plastered herself to his body and there was a hungry itch in her cunt and a leaky flow of wetness from her sliced, well-fucked pussy. "I think I'm ready to go around one more time," she hinted breathily, licking his ear.
He squeezed her waist, kissed her, then let his tongue slosh back and forth across her mouth. "1 don't doubt. it," he said, "but before I can get my cock hard again, I need some breakfast. After all, I was still asleep when you came knocking at the door. Let's go move to the kitchen and see if we can rustle up some grub."
There were "a few dozen cans of food in the kitchen, but nothing to cook on. The gas stove needed a tank of propane which the cabin's owner probably brought in with him on his hunting trips. Sam settled on pork and beans-a big can, enough for two-despite Debbie's argument that pork and beans was an uncivilized meal to start off the day.
There was no running water in the cabin, but he'd carried in a large tub of water from the springhouse in the back yard, so he filled a kettle for morning tea, as well. Morning? Debbie peeked out the window, guessed that it must be a little past noon at the earliest. Maybe one or two o'clock, but she hadn't eaten breakfast either and she wasn't complaining.
Sam threw extra wood onto the fire and put the pork and beans cooking in a pan hung from a small iron hook in the fireplace, the teakettle boiling as it dangled from another hook. "Shouldn't take too long," he said. "You want to put your clothes back on?"
Debbie shook her head. This was the first time she'd ever been naked with another person, and she no longer felt ashamed of her body or herself or her personality. Somehow, she was positive slipping into her clothes would make her become the old Debbie once more, the Debbie she didn't want to return to. Instead, she sat down on the floor with her legs spread before her and began to do setups. "Might as well start working off that baby fat right now," she smiled. "Since you don't seem interested in helping me get any other kind of workout."
Sam leaned against the mantle4s she moved up and down she stole peeks at the crotch of his shorts. There was no magical bulge in them, but she could see the outline of his limp penis and she knew that he had already given it to her twice, beautifully. Before she left, she'd have him again. Oh, God, she would!!
"Pretty good," he told her, squatting beside Debbie. As she panted with her exercise he started to slide a fingertip up and down her backbone, slipping by degrees into the flaring split of her buttocks. "Oooohhhh!!" she squealed, jerking upright, turning to face him with redness blooming in her cheeks.
"Freckles turn me on," he said, kissing a few hundred of the larger ones on her face. She warmed at the touch of his lips and she put her arm around his neck. Sam eased in closer, cupped one of the tits he'd helped convince her were beautiful, and he pinched at that tit's stiff jutting nipple. Debbie moaned in a low voice, and then he was easing her onto her back and she stretched willingly on the floor, one fist thumping up and down, her heels afire, eager to lock themselves around his body once again.
He slid his hand into her crotch and stroked the moistening lips of her twat. Debbie snapped her thighs shut. "Yes, do it," she purred, "fuck me again." He petted her snatch, fingers toying with her tight but lusciously willing labia, and she moaned again as two fingers sank into the cunt that had, not so many hours ago, been unbearably tight upon one of her own tiny slender digits. Oh, God, she'd never be that constricted again, and it was wonderful! He thrust deeply, coating his fingers in her musky cum, then extracted them with strength, breaking the lock of her thighs. Debbie opened her eyes, looked up as Sam began to suck his fingers dry of her sweet dew.
"You taste young and sweet and fresh and free," he said. "But I'd rather drink from the well than from the bucket. Open your legs, baby. Let me eat you."
Her thighs were spread widely before she knew what she was doing, and his mouth was upon her cunt. Debbie jerked at the first flitting contact of his tongue with her cooze. It was so much different from the feeling of his cock, rubbing up and down her tight tender slit, but it stirred much the same kind of reaction in her belly. She twitched and jerked and her breathing became rapid and anguished, and it was fantastic, delicious, ecstatic, all rolled into one onrush of emotional response.
"Stick your tongue into me," she commanded, reacting purely from instinct. God, didn't it stand to reason that if he could make her feel so wicked and happy and sexy using his tongue on the puffy, lust-swollen flanges of her puss, he could do ten times as much thrusting inside, tickling her where she was really ticklish.
"Keep your drawers on," Sam counseled, and Debbie giggled hysterically.
"I don't have them on to begin with," she said. "Or hadn't you noticed, sir?"
"I noticed," he growled. "Believe me, I've noticed." He 'touched the puffy lips of her cooze, two fingers resting on each of the symmetrical swells, and then he pulled, so that the central section opened and spread and he was looking into the coral slickness of her already-aroused vulva. His tongue dipped in, swept across her exposed cuntal valley, and Debbie felt waves of alternate heat and cold shivering through her body.
She grabbed her tits, squeezed them, hoping to rub herself to a uniform warmth, but he kept licking and the sensation grew within Debbie. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter, and she knew that if she only looked down at where Sam was slurping on her, she'd see a cloud of filmy steam rising from her quim.
What I need, Debbie thought, is a bionic cunt, Oh, Jesus, no! I'd have blown all my transistors a couple of hours ago and I wouldn't be feeling this, now. His tongue found her stiff pulsing cit, and pressed against it, and she felt the excitement build to almost unbearable pressure inside her cunt. Her cit throbbed and hammered with each passing swipe of his tongue. and she wondered why her finger, how her finger, had ever been able to satisfy her in the past. A finger was nothing like a tongue. A man's tongue. A man's skilled tongue, eating, licking, slurping. His lips kissing, sucking.
"AAAAIIIEEEEE!!" she squalled, bucking up and humping his face with her pussy. She was flooded with girl-juices. It must be something like the feeling of Lisa's pussy mounted on her own face early this morning Sam must be thinking the cummy juice as it dribbled from her slice, just the way she'd drunk Lisa's girl-dew. But it was a lot different here, now. Sam was eating her because he wanted to. She wasn't sitting on his face, making him perform against his will. He'd laid her out, spread her legs, thrust his face into her cunt. What he did, he did freely, willingly-and perfectly!!
He opened his mouth; sucked at the entire pulsating swell of her cunt, and if he wasn't gulping her juices now, he never would. His tongue stole forth, wriggled in the gap of her pussy mouth, then stabbed inside, and she reacted as if she'd been short-circuited by a faulty home appliance. "MY GODDDDD!!!" Debbie shouted at the top of her lungs, and she squeezed viciously at her boobs till the nipples lurched up like quivering pink flagpoles. She could even feel her freckles throbbing and burning in the soft flesh on which they were mounted.
He worked his finger into her cooze as well, screwing it in alongside his probing tongue, and Debbie couldn't lie still. She rocked about, head flopping from side to side, fingers digging into her soft, spongy fits, and she felt the juices bursting from the gates of her cooze, flowing, drenching that mouth and hand as they made rhythmic, pliant love to her twat.
Sam was lying on his side next to Debbie, his head angled into her crotch. She looked toward him as her head rocked about, and she saw that the front of his shorts was no longer quite so inactive as it had been a moment or two ago. There was a definite bulging inside, and though she'd been a non-virgin for little more than a couple of hours, Debbie knew goddamned well what that bulging indicated. "Oh, wow," she gurgled, and her hand shot toward him.
Her lover jerked when she grabbed his cock and shorts in one hot fist, but he filled up nicely for her squeezing, eager hand, and in another moment she was pulling down his shorts, giving freedom to his rampant dick. He moved to help her, and the shorts slid down his legs. Now he was bare, the part of him that really mattered right now, and Debbie slid closer, getting at him with both hands.
One wrapped round the heavy, hard stalk of his pecker, the other nested warmly and gave his large, rolling stones a pleasant basket to lie in. She squeezed-too hard, for he moaned through clenched teeth, moaned right into her, pussy so that he vibrated her with his pained response, and she unclasped his nuts almost at once. "Mmm," be crooned as the pressure relaxed and Debbie understood for the first time a fact she'd obviously have to take into consideration from now on-that you couldn't be too rough on a man's testicles.
They were delicate, precious objects; they swung beautifully beneath a stiff, arching dong, and they also produced the sweet-tasting male seed that squirted from a cock to prove the intensity of a man's lovemaking. She stroked them appreciatively, whispering her apologies, and her hand began to move on his dick.
She stared at the ruby knot of his tool. It was a big knob, surmounting a big tool, and it was unbelievably fat. From the little slit creasing the knob's tip a watery fluid was oozing, slicking down the smooth-textured flesh of Sam's cockhead. Debbie touched that fluid with her fingertip, smoothed it onto him, brought a little to her mouth for taste-testing. It didn't really seem to have much flavor, she decided, but then she remembered the gobs, of cum he'd squirted onto her belly, the, semen she'd sampled from her fingertip, and she looked at his cock again.
What had he told her? "If you were sucking cock for dynamite, you wouldn't get enough to blow your nose." Something like that. Well, it had been the first time anything like a cock had ever entered her virginal mouth. She'd been surprised by his attack, frightened by his threats of imminent violence, sobbing and trembling in her fear and surprise. She squeezed, saw more of the colorless fluid leak from his pecker gash. I want to do it, she thought. I want to fill my mouth with his cock and suck it, suck it, SUCK ITTTT!! She jerked on his rigid meat and he slid closer. Debbie leaned toward him, her mouth opening automatically, forming an oval ring of acceptance. Her tongue protruded through the ellipsed 0, and she licked at his flesh before she took him inside. He tasted like hot, almost-raw meat, and his precum wasn't so tasteless and bland now. Mixed with it was a tiny but obvious sampling of the thicker, tangier juices of his semen, the juices that soon would rush like a river into her sucking mouth. She hadn't the slightest doubt that she could handle it.
And him. Debbie's lips fluttered and she pulled him inside her mouth, tongue flying up and down his length as he entered her with an ass-wiggling thrust of delight. She'd thought him enormous that first time he flicked her unwilling mouth, and true, he was big, but it was a sweet kind of bigness, and now, when she desperately craved to have his penis buried in her passionate mouth, she found that he was deceptively easy to accommodate. There was room in her mouth for about four inches of cock-that much would fit without' undue pressure at the back of her throat-but she could take him deeper if she got a good in-suck of breath and willed her jaw muscles to loosen up. She found herself doing that more and more often, and his peter kept stabbing in, in, ever inward, till it seemed as if her throat was as full of him as her mouth had already been. He was floating in the frothy, abundant drool spilling from her salivary glands, and only the nagging ache at her jaw-joints kept her from sucking him to the balls and keeping him there until she got the sweet love offering she sought.
He had stopped his eating in her twat, but Debbie was in no position to be aware. His cock was magnificent and rigid in her mouth, sucking it the greatest challenge of her young life. In many ways, she was more turned on by fellating Sam than she had by fucking him. This was considerably more personal a gift, for it involved the intimate union of her mouth and his cock, and she wanted it to be just right for him. She owed him that much.
But it was exciting for Debbie, too, and her cunt boiled over with simmering girl-juice as she wolfed on his stiff prong. Her tongue couldn't keep still around him. She licked as he pushed in, pulled out, plunged home again, and she made her tongue glide across the rubbery-smooth knob of Sam's dong, tracing the ridges of his crown, even trying to fickle his cumslit with the frisky, randy edge of her playful tongue. At the same time, her hand was fight on his balls-not viciously tight, for that had been an accident, but caressingly tight, tight enough to show him that she loved what she was doing, that the loved his cock, loved him as Well.
He petted her cunt with his fingers, keeping her split, but his tongue took a coffee break. No matter. Her creamy cum was thick and milky on the lips of Debbie's cooze, bubbling out from her feminine hole, and his fingertip puddled in her juices while she gobbled his meat. "Ah, yeah," he moaned, "I think you know what you're doing this time."
"Nnnnnppphhhh," she gurgled around his throbbing tool, which translated into English as, approximately, "You bet your fucking ass I do!" and she kept on eating him, sighing regretfully when her need to breathe forced her to slack up a little on his dick.
"Don't stop now," Sam told her, and with that he returned to the job he'd begun. His linger slammed up Debbie's quim, into the undulant network of pussy muscles and simmenng cum, and she felt as if he were pulling her guts out through that tight red-lipped hole between her legs. But she didn't want him to stop, either, because he knew what he was doing.
How, she wondered, could. Holly and Lisa ever settle for anything so degrading and mechanical as a battery-powered vibrator? She tasted again the raw meat flavor Of Sam's dick and she knew that nothing, but nothing could ever compare with the real thing. And to think, she'd almost lost her precious cherry to that goddamned battery operated fuck tool in Holly's nasty hands!
For a fleeting moment her tongue remembered the taste of Lisa's pussy juice flowing into her mouth, but it was a transitory remembrance and the taste of Sam washed it from her mind. Still, Debbie thought, what would it be like doing this -with another girl? It couldn't be as much fun, could it? A girl didn't have eight inches of stiff meat to play with. A girl., a girl would be built on precisely the same lines as Debbie herself. Tits. Pussy. How could you bring two holes together and get satisfaction from it? Didn't you have to have a hole and something-big and brutal to fill that hole? She didn't know. she'd only just finished losing her cherry, for Christ's sake! How was she supposed to know all the, facts that had taken Dr. David Reuben years to sort out and made him a zillion dollars in the process? All she knew was that she had done it with a man, and God, it was like nothing she had ever imagined, nothing she could have ever imagined! And all of it was due to that queer girl rape Lisa and Holly had tried to pull on her this morning. If she ha4n't run away from them in panic and disgust, she wouldn't be here now, sucking like a leech on Sam's peter, feeling his tongue and fingers explore the mysteries and treasures of her honey box, and, oh, God, she would have missed so much!!!
A nasty smell entered her nostrils, but she had no time to identify it. She was far too busy eating Sam, being eaten by him. His tongue was like a summertime fly in her pussy, buzzing here there and everywhere, too persistent to be swatted. He twanged her clit like a guitar string, shoved himself up her coozy hole, sucked up the juices she was leaking for him, and his fingers played round and round the sensitive reaches of her body as he ate. Fingers on her belly, one of them cleverly rimming inside her tiny navel. Other fingers stroking her quivery thighs, up, down, inside out. A finger that pushed into her crotch from the bottom, slipped over her tight-stretched perineum, onto the twitchy flesh ringing her asshole. He'd stuck the tip of his finger into her ass during one of their fuck sessions, and she had found it a fantastic experience. In the past she'd only pushed things out her ass. She'd never taken anything into it before.
Ooooooohhhh!! Jesus!! He was doing it again! His finger pushed-she almost bit his cock, but restrained herself just in time-and, then he was in her, God, really in her, an inch or more deep in her rectum, and she felt her buttocks clench and contract around that finger, and there was a hotness in her pussy matching the excitement at her asshole. She started to hump up and down, smacking him in the face with her quim, and her lips ignited around the barrel of his cock. Debbie sucked him deeper, deeper, deeper, tongue whirling around him.
Again that strange smell. Like something burning. He must have smelled it too, for he hesitated in his pussy-lunching, but the hesitation was as brief as possible. His tongue thrust up her again and her pussy began to snap crackle and pop like the perfect breakfast food it was, and she squeezed his balls one last time, squeezed them harder then she'd been squeezing, and it seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.
Sam groaned into her twat and he unleashed his flood 'of cum, pouring the stuff into Debbie's mouth. His cock jerked back, almost deserting her mouth, but he thrust- forward again, and then he was pumping in and out of her, spilling a fresh pint of semen with each separate ram and buck.
She couldn't handle it. He seemed to have a cornucopia of sperm, and he filled her mouth with it half a dozen times. She, sucked, and she swallowed-more than enough to convince her that she loved the taste and the flavor of jism-but there was so much of Sam's juice running from her mouth, too much to swallow and drink even with the' gulping gluttonous passion she felt. Still, she drank and swallowed enough of his cum to be sure that it was sweet and tasty, especially when taken in the large doses he was giving her. Debbie gulped until her throat ached, and she kept her lips as tight as possible around him, but still his cock began to grow limp in her mouth and she felt it slipping free.
Relieved of the tension of his own needs, Sam threw himself into eating out Debbie Marshall's sixteen-year-old nookie. He spread her viciously with his fingers, but she loved the feeling, and he used his lips and tongue and teeth on her with no discrimination or restraint. In and out of her quivery cooze his tongue shot, then up to lap at the bud of her clit, and she was simply fisting him by the soft tool now, squeezing as each separate ripple and explosion of pressure shot through her body. He wouldn't harden in her hand, but he was thick enough to hang onto, and she lavished appreciation upon his pecker until her own come burst like a tornado in her belly and whirl winded out through the channel of her twat, drenching his face with the hottest, stickiest flow of girl juice he had ever (she was positive) been pissed with.
"What is that?" he asked finally, raising his face from her creamed-out 'snatch. She let go of his cock and they both sat up. And then, in unison, "Jesus Christ, the pork and beans!!"
They'd forgotten all about lunch.
"Well," Debbie said, surveying the saucepan and its blackened, burned contents, "I guess we'll have to find something else to eat, won't we?" She lifted her eyebrows and her eyes sparkled with invitation. Oh, hell, she thought, he's taken care of the hungers that were of 'any importance. She smacked' her lips, relishing the memory of the semen he'd fed her, and she wondered how long it would be until she got another giant economy size helping, straight from the lips of the fountain of life.
"They were faggots," Lisa said. "Both of them. Didn't you see the way they looked at each other? Bet they came up to the high country so they could be alone with their cocks and blow each other in the twinkling starlight." She looked at the wine bottle. It was empty. Frowning, Lisa threw it into the bushes. A moment later there was a sound of breaking glass.
It hadn't been a good day. She and Holly had put on their hiking shoes and gone in search of action, but they'd only met two male objects en route (barring a squirrel, whose sex was impossible for either of the girls to determine). And, as Lisa had declared so firmly, Peter and. Murray, though youngish and reasonably personable and good looking, were almost definitely faggots. Only a queer could have resisted Lisa and Holly, in their tight, see-through t-shirts and their crotch grabbing denim cutoffs, and Peter and Murray had 'done a fucking good job of resistance. Twenty minutes of hints as transparent as the girls' shirts hadn't stirred the slightest trace of interest in the 'two guys, so Lisa and Holly had hauled ass in search of better game.
Which they had not found. When they returned to camp they were tired from walking and they hadn't a goddamned thing to show for the day's hike. It was getting on to four in the afternoon, which meant that the day was mostly shot.
"And Debbie hasn't come back yet, either," Holly said, nibbling her lower lip. She rolled up a fresh joint, lit, it, inhaled, and passed it to Lisa. They had plenty of weed; that was one consolation. And they still had each other. But, God, they'd both been counting so much on meeting some new guys!
"Oh, fuck Debbie," Lisa grunted round her deeply-held toke. "Maybe she's been eaten by a fuckin' grizzly bear."
Holly thought for a moment. "How long has she been gone? Since about eight this morning. Where could she be?"
"You're worried? I thought you despised her fat ass."
"Well, I do, you dumb bitch, but did it ever occur to you that' we brought her up with us? And that consequently her parents and my parents will more or less expect that she's coming back with us, too?"
"What could have happened to her, for Christ's sake?" Lisa argued. "I mean, she'll come slouching in sooner or later. Jesus, she took on like we'd tried to kill her or something. All I wanted to do was get a little use out of her. Christ, we had to 'drag her along; the least she could do was dish out some head to pay us back for the kindness."
Holly squatted by the fireplace. 'They'd have to build another fire soon, as night was coming on and the air would soon grow cool and nippy.' Nippy. That reminded her of Lisa, and she looked at her best friend. Lisa was reclining on a stretched-out blanket, sucking on a joint, and, her t-shirt was tight as a layer of skin on the perfect rondure of her tits, and their bee-stung nipples stood out prominently. Mmmmmm!! Holly thought. If there weren't any men around to appreciate the two of them, at least they still had each other, and come' dark she'd have those Lisa-nipples in her mouth and her finger three inches up Lisa's quim and the rest of the' world could go fuck a baboon.
But what about Debbie? She'd been gone a long time. Could .a mad last that long? Eight hours or better? Well, when Debbie got back, she'd better have some fucking good explanation about where she had spent the day. Anyway, Debbie's ass was in for it when that time rolled around Maybe, if they 'had to, she and Lisa would just tie Debbie down and ram that diddle-stick up her cooze. God, what a thought! She was so tight, she had to be a fucking virgin! Holly remembered how difficult it had been to work the dildo into Debbie this morning, and, she nodded thoughtfully. Yes, by God, if Debbie wasn't cherry, then there was no Coors in Colorado. Wouldn't that be a giggle? To bust her with a dildo? Maybe the Sierra Club would intervene. Virgins were an endangered species, after all, just like the 'bald eagle and the timber wolf. John Denver might step out from behind a bush and beg them to stop in the name of ecology. He might even sing a little song to convince them they ought to spare Debbie. Hot shit, they thought. We could tie up John Denver. With a man around, we wouldn't need that scungy bitch Debbie.
"Here," Lisa was saying. "Don't you want a hit?"
"Hit? Bet your butt I want a hit. And I want to plant it right on Debbie's fat freckled ass. Oooohhh, just wait till she gets back! She is gonna be IN for it!!!" Holly had no doubt that Debbie would be back, sooner or later. God, she hoped it was sooner, because the idea of raping her unwanted cousin was beginning to take on a delicious, kinky sort of appeal. Anyway, nothing could have happened to Debbie. Her kind had all the luck, in the world. It was only the good people, like. herself and Lisa, who found trouble riding on their' shoulders. But nobody ever said life was fair. She took the joint, sucked it till the glowing coal fell off, and pulled the pungent, intoxicating smoke all the way down to the pit of her belly. It felt good, and she held it there, mentally preparing the campsite for Debbie's punishment.
Chapter Eight
"I don't care if it does sound silly. This is the first time I've ever been naked out in the open air, and I think it is absolutely fantastic! Yesterday I couldn't have done it. But, oh, God, tomorrow I may walk down the main street of San Leandro totally bare ass naked, with my big beautiful fits flopping and my freckled ass swinging like a sexy pendulum, and-"
"And you're just likely to get your cute freckled ass raped again," Sam pointed out, laying his hand on her belly. Debbie sighed and covered his hand with her own. She rubbed the feel of him into her skin, and she was warmer than even the afternoon sun could make her.
"Just look," she said, pointing to the westward. "Hills and valleys and mountains, and I can see a river, all silver in the sunlight, away off over there-the trees cover most of it, but you can see where it bends and flows. God, isn't it beautiful?"
Sam laughed, nibbled her neck. "I've spent the last six years on a Colorado prison farm. If I never see the Rockies again, I can die, happy and contented."
"I suppose you have a point," Debbie said, "but if you'd spent sixteen years in Mentor, Ohio, you'd think that was the most beautiful sight this side of heaven, spread out in front of us like a big happy dream." She Sighed.
They were lying on. a blanket in the meadow below the cabin. It was too nice a day to spend it inside, and Debbie found a thrilling satisfaction in exposing her naked body to the sunlight and to nature.
"I've spent worse Fridays," Sam admitted, slipping his arm around the girl. She moved closer and his fingertips brushed the side of her left fit. Debbie looked down, saw her pink nipple beginning to blossom for him.
"It isn't Friday," she said. "This is Saturday."
"Saturday? I must have lost count of the days." His face clouded. He cupped her breast firmly but lovingly. "When are you going back? To your friends, I mean? You know that you have to go. You can't stay here with me."
"Why not?"
"Because, goddamn it, I am on the run! I killed a man six years ago and, even if he needed killing, which I still think he did, the sovereign state of Colorado feels that it is entitled to fourteen years more repentance from me. And even if they kill me, I'm not going back. You know that they're looking for me. Right now they're looking for me. And if they should happen to find me up here, I don't want you hanging around and in the way. Anyway-I'd made my plans before you came along, kid. I was only gonna stay here till Sunday, then hit the frail again. I'm on my way to New Mexico and from-there, maybe across the border. Or maybe west to California. I don't know for sure."
"See?" Debbie cut in. "If I hadn't come along you'd have gone on the wrong day. You'd have missed Sunday and moved out on Monday and they'd probably catch you then. You need me! I've already maybe saved your life."
"In more ways than one, kid, more ways than one." He covered her mouth with his own and she kissed him hungrily.
"Take me with you?" she purred. "I think you've spoiled me and ruined me. Now you've gotta do right by your victim."
He didn't answer. His eyes were surveying the sky, and Debbie turned to see what' he was looking at. "My. God," she murmured softly, "it's beautiful! Isn't that a golden eagle?" He nodded. The bird swooped high and low in the free air beyond the mountain's drop off, his mighty wings spread widely, commandingly. Debbie shivered. "I've never seen an eagle," she said. "Except in zoos. Aren't they an endangered species or something?"
Sam nodded. "Guys-like the guy who owns our little rustic hideaway, I'd imagine-rent helicopters and fly around blasting them out of the sky. The government knows about it, but they won't do a fucking thing to stop it. Somebody ought to rent a helicopter and fly around blasting senators and congressmen and Interior Department officials and a few governors and-oh, hell, this country would be better off if somebody snuffed all the fucking politicians every three or four years. it might put the fear of God into some of the rest.
"But-" and he squeezed her tit. "Look at that bird, kid. He's an endangered species, sure as hell, but does he fly like it worries him a goddamned bit? Tomorrow some asshole may blow him out of the sky, but today he's a king and a god, and probably as good a king or god as the world has ever seen. Do you follow me, Debbie Marshall?"
She shook her head. "I don't think so."
"Well, let me put it into plainer English, then. You're an endangered species, too. You're a good kid, a nice girl. There aren't many of you left. Somebody's always trying to fuck with your kind, just like with 'the eagle. You hang around me, and I'll fuck you up. You don't need me any longer. What you have to do is fly. Just 'like that eagle. Be a queen and a goddess, because you've got it in you and you can be, if you're not afraid to fly. Those friends of yours-they'll blast you and think they've done something really hot shit. The trick is, don't hold still. I wish you were a few years older, kid. I wish I'd know you about 1968, and I wish we'd shacked up in a cabin then and gotten into each other the way we have today. If we had, I wouldn't be looking for some way to slip past the highway patrol and out of the state today. But that can't be changed, and it's not worth talking about anyway. Now, what I want you to do is to go back up to the cabin and put on your clothes and shoes and start hiking back down the trail you walked up. And don't look back. Will you do that for me, kid?"
She looked into his eyes, wondering if he meant everything he'd told her. wondering if she had the, internal power to be an eagle. "1 don't think I'm ready," Debbie said softly; "My wings have only just started to flap." Their eyes locked in, held. She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to absorb strength from Sam's body, but there was no way she could prevent one hand from sliding down his chest, into his crotch. What she found there was strong and vibrant, and she wrapped her fist around it, moaning as his power tingled against her skin.
"Do you need another lesson?" he whispered into her mouth and she nodded eagerly. The sun was low in the west, 'shining upon them, turning their bodies to shimmering gold, and the grass on which their blanket was spread gave off fragrant, fresh, natural aroma. Debbie inhaled, filling her lungs with the scent of nature, and she thought, What better way to become an eagle than to do it right here, in front of God and Colorado and the mountains and the valleys and the river and the sky.
They lay down upon their sides, facing each other. It was the first time she'd fucked in this position but she seemed to know instinctively what to do. Sam pushed his pelvis at her and she lifted one leg, tossing it over his body, opening her cunt for the penetration of his dick. He kissed her, rubbing her pussy with the tip of his prick, and she reached under her leg, catching his rod at the base. Her fingers stroked gently and lovingly on his balls as he tickled her snatch, and then she bit his lip, knocked his hand away. Debbie grabbed Sam's rod firmly and wedged the tip into her vaginal mouth. With a moan she thrust toward him, sucking up his cock. She could smell honeysuckle and daisies and wild roses where they decorated the meadow around her and Sam, and her nostrils twitched with much the same kind of joy as her pussy felt, stuffed full of Sam's dong.
"Ahhhhh ... Godddddd ... " Debbie moaned through clenched lips, working her cunt from side to side on Sam's thrusting penis. She dug at him with the heel of the foot she had thrown over his body, pulling him into her, forcing him to stuff more and more of his cock into her snatch-as if he had any more to give, or she any place to put it.
"Mmm, my side is getting tired," she whimpered after five minutes or so of steady in-out fucking, and Sam grinned.
"Over we go," he told her, and Debbie rolled onto her back. He came along, not breaking the connection of their sexes, although there was a short, unavoidable lag in his heavy stroking. 'She settled onto her ass, lifted her legs high, and he positioned himself between them. With a grunt, he made up for the momentary break in rhythm by, giving her half a dozen quick, furious, deep-plunging stabs that made. Goose bumps form on' Debbie's nipples and sweet honey leak from her split hole. She raised her knees even higher, pulling them back, feeling him slab deeper as she lifted herself.
"There!" she called. "You're hitting it just right. Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, don't stop nowwwww!!!"
She grabbed her legs; firm little hands seizing the backs of her 'knees, and she tried to keep herself pulled way, way up, so that her-pussy rose and his cock slid all the way in. She felt him plunging home, striking the back of her vagina with a pulsating jackhammer attack, felt the tip of his cock banging on the opening of her womb as if his, wicked dick meant to fuck her there, too. God, she cried silently, rocking with his thrusts, God, let it be like this forever!!!
She looked past Sam's shoulder and it was hard to focus, for the sun was just to the left and its red glare was strong, but she was positive she could see that golden eagle still flying majestic wide circles in the blue sky, the king and guardian of all the broad expanse of territory below him. Me, she thought. That's what Sam wants me to be. But I'm not strong enough. I'm just a, dumb ugly girl- No! She wasn't dumb, she wasn't ugly, She'd never been dumb, and Sam had made her realize the beauty that lay within her and without. God, the was smoldering in that beauty right now-it threatened to consume her from within! "Put it to me,' darling," she whispered, shaking her ass to tempt him on. As if he needed temptation now when he was eight inches deep in her pussy, his inch-thick dong reaming her tight but persuadable lips. He grabbed her tit and handled it like the steering Wheel of a car, like he was driving on a very twisty, windy road, and she thrilled at the impassioned roughness of his caress.
Debbie realized that she could rest the backs of: her ankles on his shoulders now, save herself the trouble of keeping them held back manually, and she did it. Her toes touched behind Sam's head, and her pussy was lifted as high as it could possibly be lifted, so that his dong filled her to overflow with every stroke.
He gave her plenty of strokes, no two ways about it! His cock sawed into her tender but willing cooze like a knife cutting butter, and she was melting all around him, snatch full of hot cream sucked from her tingling ovaries. He felt nice inside her-thick and manly, a vein of hot passionate blood throbbing in his cock, pulsating against the vaginal walls that clutched him so lightly-and she could feel him swelling with the need to gush his cum. Debbie squeezed his neck with her ankles and thrust her pussy up at him, and she didn't care about the dangers of pregnancy. Not now. If he wanted to fill her quim with his scalding pecker-milk, he could do it, and she'd scoop up with her hands all the sweet juices that leaked from her. Scoop it up and stuff it back into her cunt, tamp it in with a ramrod if she had to, by God-
"Come inside me this time," she whispered, looking up at his intense, fuck-glazed expression. "Shoot me full of your juicy stuff, please? Plecceceease?"
And her hips wiggled on him, snaking, shaking, engulfing his rigid tool. Sam thrust into her, but she was already risen to swallow him, and he ground his loins on hers, squirming, his balls swinging and tickling the uplifted cheeks of her bottom.
Debbie squeezed his neck again, reached low with her hands and grabbed his ass. She pinched at the hard, muscular buttocks and felt them tensing lusciously with each separate thrust of dick he fed her. Even more, she could feel his prong tensing, driven at least a mile up her seemingly endless tube of quim, and the knob of him, God, the knob had to be somewhere in her guts, fucking and swelling up enormously and then fucking some more.
"Oh, Christ," Debbie panted, shaking her hips as she gobbled his dong with-her vicious, hungry twat. She felt her heels bump together behind his neck, and she grabbed harder at his ass, fingers slipping into the crack to pinch at the rear of his nut sac. Oooohhhh, God, the way he stabbed her when she did that! Plunging into her like a steam drill, filling her pussy with his throbbing masculinity, shoving so hard, so deeply, that bubbly cunt juice squished from her slit as if she were an. orange being squeezed for breakfast. Her crotch was wet with the stuff leaking from Debbie's pussy, and his crotch was soaked too, his pubic hair wet and matted. From the juncture of their bodies the hot, funky smell of sex was strong and all-pervading. Debbie couldn't smell honeysuckles and roses anymore-all she could smell was cunt. Her cunt. Reacting the way it had always wanted' to react, the way she'd never thought it would have the chance to react. "Fuck me," she groaned, "really flick luck fuck FUCK MEEEE!!!" Nothing else mattered. She didn't care if she never saw Ohio again. She wanted to lie here forever in this fragrant mountain meadow being fucked into a constant, never-ending nirvana.
Suddenly he was out of her and, though she pulled with her heels around his neck, that cock simply wouldn't thrust itself back into her anxious, creaming pussy, and she knew that Sam was on the verge of squirting and that, once again, he'd withdrawn himself from her unprotected cunt before doing it. God, he was so considerate! But didn't he understand? She didn't care if he shot off inside her! In fact, she was dying to feel his dick exploding in the confines of her rippling orgasmic twat!
She looked down her belly, saw him fisting his rod, and it was obvious that he meant to shoot off on her body again, the way he'd done twice before with such delicious-looking results. "No," Debbie panted, "don't waste it again!" Gurgling through clenched teeth, she unhooked her legs from around his neck and shoulders, then flipped herself around hastily. Her cunt itched terribly-she had to keep rubbing her thighs together in a vain but rewarding effort to quell that itch-and in a split' second she was on her' belly before him, her hands knocking his hands out of the way, grabbing his dick, pulling its ripe, fruity swollen length toward her mouth.
If she couldn't have his cum in her pussy, she'd have it in her mouth, by God, and this time she'd 'drink every drop he gave her. Not a dab of semen would be wasted. Closing her eyes Debbie pushed his rod into her mouth and she began to suck up and down 'his shaft in quick, anxious gobbles, her tongue jerking and loving him as she ate his engorged tool.
"You're. learning fast," he panted appreciatively, and she felt his hands on her body. A' finger speared into her quim and she clenched it in pussy muscles that were getting plenty of exercise and learning exactly why they'd been planted in her puss place. "A nutcracker snatch," Sam had told her in the cabin. "A natural nutcracker. If I hadn't popped you myself, I'd have never guessed you were an amateur." Some women never learned how to use the ring of muscles in their cunts, he'd told her, but she was learning, and it was heaven itself to know that she was teasing his finger, sucking it up her cooze, milking it with the action of her precocious pussy.
Learning so well that she didn't have to do much concentrating now. She could lie there and fuck his finger like a pro while all her attention and love and care were devoted to the big eager prick being nursed in her wet, lush mouth. She hadn't drooled so much since the last Paul Newman movie she'd seen, but all that saliva was coating Sam's rod now, making it greasy, helping it slide in and out of her mouth without any hitches or tie-ups. She liked' that, and she liked it a lot more when he suddenly began to push his prick with a determined kind of insistence that brought the apple-sized knob of his dong almost into her throat itself. He'd told her that some women could suck cocks all the way into their throats, suck so hard, so deeply, that their lips were nuzzling their men's balls. Debbie wasn't sure if he was only putting her on, but the harder he fucked her willing mouth, the more she tended to believe him. Well, she wasn't ready for that. Not yet, at least.
She could take him to the top of her throat but it felt as if she were being strangle4 from the inside out when he tried to push deeper and her throat muscles constricted, barring his way. Still, it was good enough, the way they were doing it now, and she knew that he'd have no grounds for complaining once she'd gobbled him to the hot, flooding come she knew he was capable of giving her. I might enjoy it a little bit, too, Debbie thought with a mental smirk.
She was coming like a bandit now, her pussy a series of hot explosions all around his stabbing finger.
But even as she sucked and climaxed so deliriously, she was fully aware that the old Debbie was long, and happily, gone. She could never be that meek, pushed-around little mouse again. She was a woman now. It had taken two rapes-if you could call what Sam did to her rape, and somehow she couldn't demean it with so nasty a word-but she was a woman and there was no turning back from that magical development. Oh, Jesus, she wanted to be with him always! He was her man. They were a team now. If he had to run from the police for the rest of his life, she would run with him. Somehow, she had to make him understand this.
Debbie sucked, and her hand squeezed his nuts at the base of his rod. She could hear him groaning, feel his finger jiggling as it penetrated her cooze. He was getting close. Oh, Christ, she was already there! Her nipples were a mile long and tingling and throbbing and aching, and her tits felt as if they were made of lead. She could hardly breathe-of course, the big swollen cock in her mouth had a little something to do with that, but her lungs were contracting just as her pussy was rippling and contracting and she felt consciousness coming and going in split-second intervals. Gasping, she pulled his dick deeper into her mouth and she made her cheeks and lips as tight as they could be made, and she began to suck him like a vacuum cleaner.
When the bum began to fly from him, she was prepared. She'd already felt the twitching of his balls where her fingers caressed them, and as she sucked, there was a noticeable fluttering in his dong, as if her tongue could detect the swift rise of cummy semen from his balls, through the tube of his gun, and then-oh God!-straight out his slitted opening and into her mouth, the stuff flying in huge gobs, strangling gobs, slick and slippery,. oozing down her throat as she sucked and swallowed, and her throat wasn't blocked off anymore, no, it was wide open, gulping, drinking the hot salty love-gift he poured into her, and her tummy grew lustfully anxious for the sperm that rolled down to gratify its hunger and fill its yearning cavity.
This time she kept her mouth tight on, him and, though her cheeks puffed out with the weight and abundance of the semen Sam 'fed her, Debbie didn't lose a single flicking drop of his delicious juice. She could scarcely breathe while he came in her mouth, but she could drink his seed, and drink it she did, until he had no more to give her and his prick wilted like an orchid exposed to November chill.
Limp and shrunken, but coated with a sheen of cum that she had to lick and suck away, Sam's cock began to slip from Debbie's mouth. She caught him by the tip as he bounced free, and she kissed the end of his dick lovingly, at the same moment swallowing the last of the copious load of aim he'd shot into her. Warmth and delight spread down her throat, into her stomach, radiated outward from the stiff nipples of her fits, from the glimmering pools of her eyes, from the wet, twitchy mouth of her snatch. She felt like a neon light burning brightly in the daytime.
After a while Sam sat up. He looked toward the sun, falling lower and lower to westward. "You'd better be on your way," he told Debbie. "I'm leaving in the morning' 'and I want you gone tonight."
"Where can I go?" she asked. "Back to Lisa and Holly?"
"Why not?" Debbie's nose wrinkled in unspoken question. "You're better equipped to handle them now, aren't you? I mean, they pushed you around because you were willing to be pushed. But I think you've learned that you're not a creampuff. In fact, I wouldn't give you odds in their favor right now."
Debbie sniffed. She wondered if crying would 'soften his heart. Probably not. And more than likely, he was right. God, he was maybe twice her age, a convicted, escaped criminal, even if he was good in his heart, where it really mattered. It was nothing but school girlish romanticism to imagine that she could run away with him, live with him the life of a fugitive. Oh, hell, she thought, they'd only shared some sex together, for Christ's sake! And maybe a little more but not enough more.
Still, she wasn't anxious to leave him, nor to go back ,to Holly's and Lisa's campsite. Debbie wasn't entirely sure she could face up to the girls after running away' from them. It would be sorta like Sam walking up to the prison gates and asking to be escorted back to his old cell, wouldn't it? "You're not gonna send me off without my supper, are you?" she asked lightly, putting her hand on his knee. "I'm a little hungry again."
Sam nodded. "Let's go back to the cabin and see if we can find anything, else that's edible. But as soon as you've had your supper, you pack it out the door. Right?"
"Right," Debbie said, wondering how she could
possibly look and sound so truthful.
Chapter Nine
"My God, it's been dark for hours," Holly said, shivering despite the large fire she and . Lisa had kindled outside their tent. "Where in the name of God can she be?"
Lisa. sucked deeply on a joint, pulling the smoke into her stomach. "Mmmmmmm," she said, breathing out slowly, "it's not bad shit." She handed the joint to Holly, who only shook her head. "Oh, come off it," Lisa purred, sliding closer to her best friend and favorite lover. "You don't give a bloody fuck where she is or what's happened to her. Admit it. Don't be a fucking hypocrite, Hollyhock." She put her hand on Holly's long bare thigh and started to dance her fingers up and down the silky-smooth flesh, growing ever closer to the tight-fitting crotch of Holly's shorts.
"If she'd stayed away a couple of hours," Holly went on, squirming as if she were uneasy or uncomfortable, "and then come back, well, I could understand that. Easy. But my God, Lisa, she ran off ... oh, Jesus, it must have been before eight o'clock, anyway ... and it's after ten now and there's still no sign of her. Where in the fuck could she have gone to?"
"I don't care," Lisa announced, closing her hand. on Holly's crotch. She rose onto her knees, pushe4 aside her friend's hair and began to nuzzle Holly's ear and neck. Her teeth nibbled gently at Holly's earlobe and she put her other hand on Holly's nearest tit, squeezing it through the thin wisp of t-shirt that was its only covering. The nipple rose up, rigid and responsive, between her fingers, and she toyed with it as she licked Holly's flesh.
"You don't care either," Lisa added, breathing the words huskily into Holly's ear. Her hand slid down Holly's body, caught the hem of the dark-haired girl's t-shirt, pulled it up to lay bare to night air and flickering campfire light the small, luscious, rosy-tipped boobs that lay beneath. She stroked them with both hands now, teasing the nipples, and her mouth reluctantly slid lower, abandoning Holly's neck in favor of the now-naked titties. Lisa caught a nipple in her mouth and began to suck it with an eager passion, and she felt the nipple responding between her lips, against her tongue, responding just the way it ought to.
"For Christ's sake, will you knock it off?" Holly growled, pushing her friend away. Lisa sank back, looking up at Holly with reproach glaring in her eyes. Holly frowned. "Hasn't it sunk in yet, goddamn it? Debbie has been gone for about fourteen hours. Gone, goddamn it. Totally gone! She's somewhere up on the mountain and it's after dark and she doesn't have enough sense to know her ass from her elbow in the first place, and I don't know where she is or what's happened to her or-"
"Screw her," Lisa suggested. "Don't we have nicer things to do than worry about your dumb fuck cousin?"
"Damn it, that's just what I'm getting at! She's my cousin! I'm sorta responsible for her. If anything has happened to the fat bitch, then my ass is in a sling. Can you see us now, going home, me telling my Aunt Martha and Uncle Ted that, uh, gee, Debbie wandered off the first full day we were up in the mountains and we never saw her again. I have to have a better explanation than that. And all you want to do is eat my fits. That's what got all of this started in the first fucking place!"
"We could," Lisa purred, fondling Holly's crotch again, "tell them that she met Bigfoot and it was a case of love at first sight. Or that she decided to have a m�nage a trios with Grizzly Adams and his favorite bear. Oh, come on, sweet-cakes, let's play. We can worry about Debbie Dumbshit later."
"I'm worried about her now! I know it isn't any concern of yours, Lisa, but it bothers the fuck out of me. Oh, Jesus, maybe we ought to drive down to the ranger station and report her missing. What if something's happened to her? I'll be grounded for the rest of my life!"
Lisa wiggled her finger under the leg of Holly's shorts and started tickling her girlfriend's pussy. Her finger was sly, worming its way between the puffy folds of Holly's twat, onto the dry surface of the young girl's vulva.
Dry? My God, Lisa thought. This is the first time she's ever been dry. She pushed insistently with her finger, trying to make Hollyhocks' cunny pee out a little moisture, but nothing happened. The girl was, still as. and-pussied as a Nebraska prairie during a drought. She worked her finger round, seeking the clit, but it was hiding, out of business for the moment. With a frown, Lisa withdrew her hand.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Wrong? I've fucking told you what's wrong!. Are you so goddamned stupid that you don't understand English when you hear it? If anything's, happened to Debbie, then I am in trouble. Big TROUBLE. And I'm so sick with worry I think I'm gonna go barf someplace in about three minutes."
Lisa sat up. She reached for the gallon jug of wine, took a deep swig, then said, "You're getting to be a real drag, Hollyhock. Almost as much a drag as that 'stupid pig you're fretting your cute little buns about."
"Leave my buns out of this, huh, Lisa?"
"I'll be fucking glad to leave your buns out of it," Lisa snarled angrily. "For as long as you want, you frigid bitch!"
"Up yours, cunt!"
Lisa turned away, folding her arms in front of her chest. "Maybe I'll just go out and look for some action on my own, then."
"Yeah? Why don't you look for a female grizzly? You could queer her all night."
Lisa's face inflamed. "It wasn't so queer when you had your mouth between my legs, sucking as if you meant to vacuum my snatch dry!"
Holly raised her hand, extended the middle finger. "That's for you!" She waved the finger at Lisa. "And for your goddamned pussy, too, bitch!"
Lisa jumped to her feet. She still held the wine bottle in her hand, but not for long. She looked at Holly with anger gleaming on her face and then she tossed the bottle to the ground with a mean flip of her wrist. It shattered, splintering glass at Holly, at the fire, all over the ground. "Up your ass with a piece of glass," Lisa said, "and there's plenty to pick from." She stomped down the bank, toward the camper, and she didn't look back.
Oh, Jesus, Holly thought. Look what that bitch Debbie has done now! She's made me quarrel with Lisa! 'And I love Lisa, more than I love anybody, anything else in the world. Oh, goddamn her, when I get my hands on that cunt, 'I'm gonna ...
The fireplace gleamed yellow and red as the flames consumed the wood she and Sam had piled in it so carefully. They lay on a blanket on the floor, his arms around her, their eyes fixed on the fire. She couldn't guess where his thoughts were, but she knew where her own were fixated, and by now she knew herself well enough to suspect that her wishes would somehow or another be fulfilled. It might be for the last time ever, but he would turn her around, he would kiss her mouth' passionately, he would summon fresh strength and resilience to' 'his pecker, and' he goddamned certainly would fuck that pecker one more time into her eager, hungry patch of fur and the sweet, cum-perspiring mouth hidden amid the hairs, and with him she'd climb to the highest pinnacles of ecstasy before their bodies recoiled at the prospect of climbing still further and brought them reluctantly to earth again.
Debbie turned around and told him precisely that. He smiled, put his hand on 'her bare breast. Despite his commands she hadn't put on her clothes-she was still as naked as he was-and with the fire glowing for them, it was just, warm enough in the room to make nudity comfortable, despite the night chill that enveloped the mountain.
Sam had a knack for locating useful items in the cabin. He'd found a man's t-shirt for Debbie, since he'd effectively ripped the buttons off her denim shirt, and he'd even turned up (after breaking the lock on a small cabinet) a bottle of Wild Turkey with its seal' intact. They'd popped that fifth's cherry together, she and Sam, removed the cork, and drunk deeply of the sweet bourbon, relishing its flavor and its expensiveness, and their bellies were still warm with the tang of the whiskey. At least, Debbie thought, rubbing her stomach, mine is! And as she leaned into Sam's embrace, felt his cock begin to stir against her buttocks, she knew that he was warm too, and warm exactly where it counted. She slipped her hand into his lap and took his cock firmly, squeezing as it filled with life and lust.
"You still haven't had enough," he sighed, shifting his bottom so she could get at him more easily. His cock filled her hand now, and it was still growing.
"I don't think I can ever get enough," Debbie purred, turning to face him. "Not since you showed me what I was all about."
"Jesus," he grinned, "now I know how Dr. Frankenstein felt when Boris Karloff started killing people."
"I'm not going to kill you," Debbie countered. "Unless, of course, you can actually fuck somebody to death ... " Her voice dropped off suggestively and she plied his cock a little more vigorously. It quivered in her fist and sprang to full erection. "It's gorgeous," she told him. "I mean t. A penis has to be one of the most beautiful things in creation. Especially when it's like, yours is now, all hard and horny, ready to go inside me if I'll let it ... "
"If you'll let it?" he asked, stroking her head.
Debbie nodded. "I may 'not permit you to fuck my hot, nubile young body after all. It depends on, my state of mind. I mean, I have to give it a lot of thought, you know?" He looked at her strangely, and she giggled ingenuously. "I've thought," she announced, "and I've decided. If you want to flick me, I guess it will be all right." Sam didn't move. "Well, I'm not giving out any engraved, invitations," Debbie went on, rising to her knees. She leaned back, hand stroking her puss, parting the lips, allowing the musky, aroused scent of her cunt to seep out into the fire-flavored' air.
"Who needs an engraved invitation?" Sam wondered, sinking back. His cock rose as he moved back, and Debbie scooted' toward it. She intended at first to mount him, but a better idea came to mind as she grabbed his dick. Debbie slinked down on her tits and tummy and she began to lick the insides of his thighs-all around but not directly on his swollen balls. Her fist clutched his dong and she' held him upright, and her tongue began to move all around his nuts, eventually flicking lightly across the wrinkled hairy sac itself. Sam's cock quivered in her grip and she looked up at it. A single drop of pearly moisture' glistened in his cumslit. The precum fluid that oozed from him and got his peter knob all wet and juicy, just in case-fat flicking chance!!-she needed a little extra lubrication to help' him slip within her cuntal threshold. Talk about carrying coals to Newcastle, Debbie thought, suckling, without warning, one of his nuts into her mouth.
"Owwwwww ... " Sam's cry was a groan from deep in his belly, but it was a happy groan, and Debbie was happy hearing it. She sucked harder, then loved his other stone with the same fervor. Her teeth kept out of it as much as possible, for she knew he was tender, indescribably tender, at his nuts, but she couldn't resist giving him a small, totally playful, totally spontaneous nip or two as she mouthed his bag of bails and then she reared up, her mouth ovaling into a ring of delight, and she brought that ring down over the quivering end of Sam's dick, swallowing him as deeply as she could, which was pretty damned deep, she was happy to discover. His cock roared into her mouth and she sucked avidly at it. Sam grabbed her ears and started to fuck up into her mouth, but she was having none of that. It was very late and Debbie knew that this would almost certainly be their last time together, and she wanted to do it all, to make the experience a general refresher course in all the sweet joys and pleasures this strange man had taught her. "Suck me, yeah, kid, suck me," he kept moaning, and she sucked. But by now she knew enough not to devour him with her mouth, for that would only cause him to gush hot cum down her throat and she had other plans. Debbie moved her mouth up and down him, and she let him feel the, tentative power of her sharp young teeth-the teeth that had cost Daddy so much money for braces and dentists. She nibbled at his dick while she ate it, and the agitated wriggling and writhing of his body beneath her, the pulling of his hands on her head, the moans and groans that leaked from his open mouth-all were proof positive that he enjoyed the technique. I learned that all by myself, Debbie thought proudly. He never had to tell me that teeth are a nice part of cocksucking. What else can I learn on my own?
She lifted her head, saliva dripping from her mouth, and there was plenty of drool and early, leaked-out cum on his tool, as well. Debbie smiled at Sam, accepted his grateful kiss, and then she moved atop him, lifting herself boldly above the cock her hands held upright. She sank down, testing the alignment of her pussy and his penis made a couple of minor adjustments, and he was in her, stabbing deeply as she rode down hard.
"God, yes," she panted," that's where I want you-in my pussy, fucking me, oh, Jesus, fucking me, fucking me, fucking me-"
"Ride me fast, kid," he replied, grabbing her ass where it flashed up and down atop him. He lay back, willing to give Debbie the reins, and she took them like a pro. When she lifted, it was like a corkscrew, and when she came down it was like a tornado. She drove down onto Sam's cock and she rode him ferociously, her quim sucking pleasure from him the way a child squeezes juice from a fresh lemon. Lemon? He felt big as a cucumber in her tight teenaged snatch, and she relished that tightness, rocking about, allowing it to spread to every inch of flesh inside her coozie hole.
I can never get off on my fingers again, Debbie thought sadly. Not now, when I know there's something so much better, more satisfying. The boys back in Mentor never had any use for me, but they're going to have to learn that I'm now a big part of their lives. Oh, God, she thought, trying to tabulate the list of boys at home she'd most enjoy fucking. There were a lot of them-boys she'd dreamed about now and then but had known she could never stand a chance with, hot when there were so many prettier girls around, girls who knew how to be friendly with boys, girls who knew how to carry themselves-girls like Holly and Lisa. No wonder she disliked them so much! They'd been-once-all that she had dreamed despairingly of being one day herself. And now it wasn't a dream.
She was sexy, she was responsive, and thanks to Sam, she knew that she was beautiful and fuckable. The boys in Mentor would find that out soon enough. She hoped they were mature enough to take care of Debbie Marshall's newfound needs and desires. God pity them if they weren't!
I'm an eagle, she thought, flying high and proud. My cunt is full of cock, the way a real woman's cunt ought to be, and I'm as real a woman as God ever breathed life into. Maybe I've been all along, but it just took this to show me. He'd raped her, thrust his cock into her virgin sheath and broken her cherry and spilled hymenal blood down her thighs, but she held him no grudge. God, she was raping him now! She was riding him as if he were no more than a tool for her pleasure. And what a tool! It reamed her tender but willing young twat and she slithered wetly up and down, impaling herself on him more times than she could count or remember, each time feeling the deep penetrating thrust of his peter, going all the way to where she lived, reminding her what he had done to her, for her-oh, Jesus, for her!!
Just thinking about the day they'd spent together sent Debbie rocking dangerously near the edge of no return. "Oh my God I think I'm gonna come!!!" she squealed, reeling from side to side, and Sam was still hanging onto her ass, pulling her down upon his dick as she moaned her way into a climax that blistered the walls of her slick slippery cooze.
"Let me ... let me get it out of you ... " he panted from below, and he was so sweet, this escaped convict, this man-killer who had helped her blossom from a tender bud into a beautiful flower. Could those hands have actually taken someone's life? When she got home she'd drive down to Kent State, look at the microfilm newspapers on file there. Maybe she could find a Colorado paper from about 1971 that told her what Sam had done, perhaps why he had done it. Oh, damnit to hell, she didn't care! If he'd killed, that was his business. He wasn't killing her now. He was loving her. Jesus! Loving her!! Fucking her!! Making her scream!! Making her come ... come ...
Tomorrow she'd kiss him goodbye and they'd never meet again, but the brief encounter had been one she could never forget. A dozen years from now she'd remember every second she had spent with Sam in this cabin, in the meadow. The sun on their bodies. His mouth on hers. His tongue delving into her twat. His cock exploding in her mouth or on her quaking belly. The taste of Wild Turkey on his lips as he kissed her. Wood burning in a fireplace. Wild roses and daisies and honeysuckles. A golden eagle flying like a monarch through the Colorado sky.
He was pushing at her. "Come," he moaned, "I have to come. Get off me, kid, off ... "
And then it was too late. His dick shot up inside her, burrowing deeply in her quim, and he was exploding, plastering the walls of her vagina with the liquid ooze of his cum, and for the very first time Debbie had a man squirting inside her.
"MY GODDDD!!!" Her voice was a shrill scream that echoed off the walls of the cabin.
It was useless for him to struggle now. He'd already shot a pint of his cream into her, and more was gushing from the buried end of his dick. Sam grabbed her ass with a tight but loving grip and he thrust up, squirting himself dry inside Debbie. She settled down with each of his stabbing penetrations, and the shudder of his cock inside her made the orgasm go on for an eternity. Drained, weak, she sank upon him and her mouth found his. She wiggled her ass one or two times more, struggling to keep him hard and squirting inside her, but he'd 'had a busy day and his cock began to soften. Mmmmmm, Debbie thought, screwing her tongue into his mouth, we've both had a busy day. I wonder if I did as much for him as he did for me.
"That was a stupid thing to do," he said later.
"What?"
"You letting me come inside you. What if you get pregnant? Goddamn it, kid, a man has obligations-" She didn't want to hear it. She kissed his mouth silent, then kissed it open again and their tongues dueled back and forth in a clever mimicry of the way his cock had dueled her snatch. But he couldn't get it up again and, almost before Debbie knew it, she was kissing a man who breathed softly m his sleep. With a sigh she snuggled against him, closing her eyes.
When she awoke, the fire was burned down and she was alone under the blankets. It was Sunday morning and Sam was gone, as he'd told her he would be. Debbie sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes, and found them almost immediately full of tears. She threw off the blankets, sighing, and went to her clothes. Pinned to the T-shirt he'd found for her was a note.
"Kid-Remember what I told you. And when you fly, fly for me, too. Okay, babe? Sam."
She folded the note, clutched it to her bare breasts. She'd treasure it for the rest of her life. And as long as she had that small token of him, that memory strong in her mind and heart, no one, nothing, could ever put her down again. She was a woman, and she would be a woman.
It was little more than an hour later, she guessed, when she returned to Holly's and Lisa's campsite. God, she thought. Was I that close to them, all the time? It seemed as if I were on another planet. And maybe I was. She came strolling into camp nonchalantly, feet kicking up stones as she walked. The buttonless denim shirt was slung over her shoulder, and she wore only her jeans and the T-shirt Sam had located. Beneath them? Nothing, nothing except her own awakened flesh. Her nipples were hard-they got hard every time she thought of the man she had spent yesterday with-and they poked insistent bumps into the clingy, tight fabric of the t-shirt she wore.
"Hello," she called, and Holly and Lisa both jumped as if they'd been shot. They were, she noticed, at opposite ends of the campsite. Lisa was down by the camper van, Holly at the tent, and they didn't look at one another. She came closer and both of them started forward to meet her.
"Where in the goddamned mother fucking hell have you been???" Holly shrieked. "You have been gone a whole mother fucking day!! Do you realize that, you stupid cunt?"
"Dumb bitch," Lisa chimed in. She didn't want to look at Holly. They'd said some awful things to one another last night and they hadn't spoken all morning. She wondered, sadly, if they could even really be friends again. And it was all the fault of this twerpy-Lisa stopped short. She cocked her head to one side and stared at Debbie Marshall. There was something different about the bitch. What? She couldn't quite put her finger on it. The way she was dressed? Maybe. Lisa didn't remember the t-shirt Debbie was wearing. God, look at the way her nipples stuck out! She must have lost her bra somewhere. She had been wearing a bra, hadn't she? Lisa couldn't remember. But there was something about Debbie that wasn't the same ... -
Holly noticed it too, and she was just as much at a loss as her ex-best friend. Her eyes flashed toward Lisa and she thought, that dyke cunt! It could never be the same for them, not after last night. Not after the things they'd said. And Debbie had caused all of it. Oooohhhh, she wanted to jump the ugly bitch and tear her fucking red hair out by the roots.
But Debbie didn't look so ugly today. Holly wondered if Lisa was thinking that, too. There was something about her twerpy cousin that looked almost as if-Holly just couldn't figure it -out. It didn't look like the same Debbie they'd pantsed yesterday morning, the fat dumb Debbie who'd run off crying and not come back for twenty-four hours. "Look," she said, /raising her hand, the index finger pointed at Debbie's face, "I have been warned sick about you-"
"Eat shit, Holly," Debbie smiled. "Eat a lot of it." She turned to Lisa. "That goes for you, too."
There was a profound pleasure in saying the words, and even more in watching the expressions on the other girl's faces.
"We'd better finish packing," Lisa said finally, her face red. "If we want to get home before lunchtime."
"Oh," said Debbie. "Are we leaving or something?"
"Yes," Holly replied. "It's been rotten, fucked-up weekend from the word go. And we've had enough. We're packing it in. All of it. You can thank yourself for that."
"Mmm," Debbie said lazily, "too bad. I was just starting to get the hang of everything."
--Holly and Lisa seemed intent on avoiding one another's eyes. She couldn't help noticing that. They seemed edgy, looked as if they'd both slept very poorly last night. Lisa had circles under her eyes, and Holly's hair reminded Debbie of an untended haystack. And they weren't speaking to each other, only to her. Strange. Had they quarreled or something while she was gone? And they seemed such good friends just yesterday. Well, things could change in the twinkling of an eye, Debbie reflected philosophically, and Holly's and Lisa's changes were of pathetically minor interest as far as she was concerned. If they wanted to go home now, that was cool. She'd go with them. Might as well. It was too bad for Holly and Lisa that they couldn't share the marvelous feelings that pulsated in her breast now. She felt just a little sorry for the girls because they could never know how it felt to be Debbie Marshall and so goddamned ALIVE on this loveliest Sunday morning since the beginning of time.
She walked past Holly, who grabbed her arm suddenly. Debbie whirled, her eyes blazing. "Don't touch me unless you're asked," she said menacingly, and Holly's hand fell away. Her cousin took a defensive step backward.
"Where the fuck were you all day yesterday and all last night?"
"Learning to fly like an eagle," Debbie said. Holly didn't understand, but how could she? "You ought to try it sometime," Debbie added. "Maybe you wouldn't 'be such an obnoxious cunt."
She walked on, still soaring, high, above the farthest clouds, where she'd always be flying from now on. She turned to face the girls again, and her mouth was wrapped in a smile she knew she'd wear until the day she died.
"I just wanted to say thanks for treating me to the nicest weekend I've ever spent anywhere, anytime. And I mean that, from the bottom of my heart. Honest, I do." They didn't understand, Lisa and Holly. She could see it on their faces. They didn't understand, but she did, and that was all that counted. Sam, she thought, vaya con dios, wherever you go. And Debbie-fly, Fly, Fly.
