“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.