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…