“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 mйnage 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.