Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

“Yeah," Holly chimed in. “And if you could manage to disappear for the rest of the weekend, that would he cool as shit, too.”

“Look,” Debbie offered, “I’m sorry to be such a bother to you. I didn’t want to come along.”

“Try telling us something we don’t know,” Holly said. “We fuckin’ didn’t want you to come, either.” She tapped the tent pegs, then nodded in satisfaction.

Lisa walked around the tent, slapping her palms together. She was wearing the lightest T-shirt Debbie had ever seen. It was yellow and it clung to Lisa like a layer of paint. Her small high boobs might as well have been completely naked; they were stunningly molded by the yellow cloth and, since she’d been sweating, the T-shirt was soaked through in strategic places and Debbie could see the large brown aureole of Lisa’s nips, as plainly as if the girl had peeled off the shirt.

Her jeans were just as tight, but at least they weren’t transparent..How, Debbie wondered, can anyone stand to wear pants that ride up so high in the crotch? It must be agonizing just to walk in the things, with that constant tight pressure against her pussy…

Holly was wearing a slightly more modest shirt. It was tied up to leave her tummy bare, and when she leaned forward the top gaped and offered views into her cleavage that proved she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, but at least you couldn’t see her nipples. Her cutoffs were just as tight-fitting as Lisa’s, and when she turned around the lower edges of her buttocks were showing. My God!

Was that a tuft of pubic hair sticking out at one leg? Indeed it was! Debbie felt herself blushing furiously at the very idea, and she turned away. A tingle in her belly reminded her that she still hadn’t gotten to pee.

“Uh, where do you, uh… “she began.

Lisa swept back her long golden hair-she’d have made a perfect Breck girl-and shrugged haughtily. “The ladies’ room is right over there,” she said. Debbie wrinkled her nose questioningly. “Behind any bush you want to go behind, darling. You’re in the great outdoors, remember? If you have to piss, do it the natural way. All over Mother Nature.”

They were still laughing when she went walking off, and she knew they were laughing at her. This outing promised to be one of the great disasters of all time.

“What did I tell you?” she heard Holly say in a not-quite subdued voice. “Is she Miss Dipshit of 1977 or isn’t she?”

“She gives ‘drag’ a Whole new world of meaning,” Lisa said. “But forget about her. If she gets in the way, one good boot in the ass will take care of Debbie.

C’mon, let’s finish unpacking.”

Debbie walked on, tears forming in her eyes. It hurt to hear people talking about her as if she were some kind of thing, but it really wasn’t anything new.

She’d never been a joiner or at all popular, and she didn’t suppose she’d ever be. Sometimes she could live with that, and sometimes it made her want to SCREAM!!! Like right now! Gulping at her tears, she stumbled into the woods.

She looked.first to make sure that no one was around spying on her, and then she let down her pants, squatting on the ground. God, it felt so weird to be doing it this way! But in a moment her bladder loosened up and she felt her piss begin to flow, and there was only the sensation of relief, of pressure dropping. Debbie closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling as her piss puddled onto the ground beneath.

There were tissues in her pocket and she took one out, intending only to wipe herself with it. But the moment the soft paper touched her pussy she knew.

“Ohhhh,” Debbie said, rocking on her heels. She stroked her cunt again, felt that same rush of sensation between her legs, and she bit. her lower lip gently. It would be so degrading to surrender to the urge-she’d done it just, yesterday-but there was something about the smell of pine in the air, about the freshness of the forest and the mountain atmosphere… sighing, she began to draw the moist tissue back and forth across her slit.

Friction built between the lips of her pussy, and Debbie’s stomach seemed to swell up, as with gas. It was always this way. She’d touch herself, even by accident, and from there on, it couldn’t be stopped, not until she’d gone the whole route.

“This is disgusting,” she whispered, but disgusting or not, she had to keep on.

Oh, God, what if Lisa or Holly came looking for her and saw her, squatting on the ground, frigging herself? She went scarlet at the very idea.

But it wasn’t likely. Not the way they seemed to feel about her. If she were gone for a couple of days, then they might come looking. Maybe. Well, she didn’t like them, either, but since she’d been foisted onto Lisa and Holly, the least she could do was give them no trouble. And if lingering in the bushes for a few extra minutes insured that she wasn’t giving them any trouble-well, it also had some advantages for Debbie.

The tissue was soaked through and she dropped it. Her bare fingers now rested lightly on the ravine of her cunt, and she felt’ a quickening of her heartbeat as warm flesh met warmer flesh, and even though she’d wiped herself, she wasn’t at all surprised to find that she was still rather moist down there, but this time it wasn’t from piss.

It wasn’t nice, Debbie was aware, but she had to do it. There was no turning back once she’d reached a certain point, and that certain point was already behind her. She stroked a bare, thick finger up and down the slice of her twat and she could hear as well as feel the crackle of static electricity in her carrot-colored pubic hair, the sparse growth of fur which dotted her plump, deeply cleft cuntal mons. Sighing, Debbie clasped her entire pussy in one hand, squeezing until tears sprang alike to her eyes and to the slitted mouth of her twat, moistening in one action both her cheeks and the palm of her clutching fist. She lifted up slightly on her heels, and there was an aching’ at her knees from the uncomfortable squatting position, but it couldn’t compare to the ache she’d stirred up in her quim, and that had to be attended to. Now!

Relaxing the fisted pressure on her pubic bulge, Debbie once more slid a fingertip up and down her crease, and this time the finger parted the lips it caressed. She’ was damper inside, damp with a thick, creamlike oozing that she knew came from the depths of her body, and the pungent aroma of it wafted up to her nostrils as she squatted ‘on the ground. Debbie pried into the mouth of her puss, her lips set firmly, her eyebrows furrowed with concentration, and she coated her fingertip in the wetness seeping from her hole. Greased, she let her finger slide more boldly, until the base of her clit blocked further sliding.

“Ulthhh!!” she moaned, head and shoulders rocking back, pussy humping forward to make finger and cit bump, again. Two separate tremors rippled through Debbie’s twitchy vulva and. she knew exactly how to trigger a ‘third. Once more she stroked her clitoris, but this time she-didn’t stop when the surge of pleasure came. Her finger slid round and round the excited nubbin, and her nail scraped-only for a second, but a most rewarding second-the raw, sensitive flesh of the cit itself. Her thighs quivered and she felt her pussy mouth growing damper, damper and her finger couldn’t be halted. It shot south, toward that gathering dampness.

Oh, God, she couldn’t stop now! She had both hands on her twat, one spreading it, the other digging into it with frenzied eagerness. ‘Her vulva was slick with arousal now-she got so wet whenever she played with herself, sometimes it could be an embarrassment, but that was only in retrospect-right now it was just what the doctor ordered! “Love me,” she sighed, “love me love me love me… ”