Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

Limp and shrunken, but coated with a sheen of cum that she had to lick and suck away, Sam’s cock began to slip from Debbie’s mouth. She caught him by the tip as he bounced free, and she kissed the end of his dick lovingly, at the same moment swallowing the last of the copious load of aim he’d shot into her.

Warmth and delight spread down her throat, into her stomach, radiated outward from the stiff nipples of her fits, from the glimmering pools of her eyes, from the wet, twitchy mouth of her snatch. She felt like a neon light burning brightly in the daytime.

After a while Sam sat up. He looked toward the sun, falling lower and lower to westward. “You’d better be on your way,” he told Debbie. “I’m leaving in the morning’ ‘and I want you gone tonight.”

“Where can I go?” she asked. “Back to Lisa and Holly?”

“Why not?” Debbie’s nose wrinkled in unspoken question. “You’re better equipped to handle them now, aren’t you? I mean, they pushed you around because you were willing to be pushed. But I think you’ve learned that you’re not a creampuff.

In fact, I wouldn’t give you odds in their favor right now.”

Debbie sniffed. She wondered if crying would ‘soften his heart. Probably not.

And more than likely, he was right. God, he was maybe twice her age, a convicted, escaped criminal, even if he was good in his heart, where it really mattered. It was nothing but school girlish romanticism to imagine that she could run away with him, live with him the life of a fugitive. Oh, hell, she thought, they'd only shared some sex together, for Christ’s sake! And maybe a little more but not enough more.

Still, she wasn’t anxious to leave him, nor to go back,to Holly’s and Lisa’s campsite. Debbie wasn’t entirely sure she could face up to the girls after running away’ from them. It would be sorta like Sam walking up to the prison gates and asking to be escorted back to his old cell, wouldn’t it? “You’re not gonna send me off without my supper, are you?” she asked lightly, putting her hand on his knee. “I’m a little hungry again.”

Sam nodded. “Let’s go back to the cabin and see if we can find anything, else that’s edible. But as soon as you’ve had your supper, you pack it out the door.

Right?”

“Right,” Debbie said, wondering how she could possibly look and sound so truthful.

“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!”