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 dьmbfuck 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.”