Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

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.