Raped Cousin
by Ron Taylor


FOREWORD 

Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for 
affection and approval is as real and basic as his need for food and 
shelter. 

This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There 
is the teenage boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, 
because he fears being branded "straight" by his Mends. There is the 
suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband 
totally dedicated to his business, cannot or will not give her any 
affection. 

This is the story of a young teenage girl, Debbie Marshall, who longs to be 
loved and accepted. Convinced she is undesirable and will never be loved. It 
takes what would normally be a traumatic act to bring her out of her shell, 
to show her that beauty does not conform to a standard, to prove her own 
self-worth. 

RAPED COUSIN-the story of a sensitive young girl who finds the affection she 
needs from an unlikely source and learns more about herself as a result. 

-The Publisher 


Chapter One 

Holly pulled her motorcycle into the driveway and killed the engine. For a 
moment she sat there, her legs clenched tightly on the seat, her cunt tight 
against the leather. "Ahhhh," she said appreciatively, unclasping her 
thighs. She put down the kickstand and dismounted. 

Lisa's van was parked in the driveway, the only other vehicle around. That 
stood to reason. Lisa's mom worked day shift and wouldn't be back for 
another couple of hours. But Holly wasn't interested in seeing Lisa's mom. 
She went around the house, stole a peek at the mountain escarpment, green 
against the skyline thirty miles to westward, then let herself in the 
kitchen door. 

"Li!" she called. "It's me. Where are you?"' 

No answer. Holly stopped a moment, listened, her ears catching the sound of 
running water. She smiled, nodded, and made for the bathroom. The door was 
shut, but not locked, and Holly went inside, closing the door behind her 
once again. 

Lisa was in the shower, her pink body visible through the frosted glass of 
the stall, and she was singing "Torn Between Two Lovers" in a high, not 
quite on-pitch voice. To be honest, Lisa couldn't sing for shit, but Holly 
really didn't mind. Holly couldn't sing for shit either, but they had plenty 
of other ways to occupy their time besides singing. Holly went toward the 
shower stall and tapped on the door. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," Lisa chirped, "you scared the fuck out of me!" 

But she wasn't angry. Her face broke into an infectious smile and she kicked 
the shower door open. "If you're not doing anything," she added 
suggestively. 

Holly grinned and pulled off her pullover. She was bare underneath, her 
large nipples already stiffening. They were almost as big as the tips of her 
thumbs and colored a bright cherry red that went well with her summer-tanned 
boobs. "Mmmm," Lisa said, sticking one soap-sudsed hand out of the shower 
stall and grabbing Holly's nearest lit. Holly squealed but she didn't stop 
wriggling out of her tight-ass denims and, as they fell to her ankles and 
she kicked her feet out of them, she staggered closer. 

"Hurry up," Lisa purred, "before the water gets cold." Her fingers closed on 
Holly's nipple for a sweet, cruel pinch, and then her hand fell away and she 
stood in the stall's doorway, naked wet, glowing, little clusters of soap 
bubbles scattered here and there on her sweet, inviting body. Holly sucked 
in her breath and fumbled with her sandal straps. 

"Oh, look in the bag on the washstand," Lisa added, pointing with one 
slender finger. Holly turned, saw a small drawstring bag there. 'She 
loosened the string, reached inside, and her eyes lit up. 

"You think of everything, don't you?" 

"Damn straight! Well, come on!" Lisa stepped out of the doorway, back into 
the shower, making room for Holly to join her. 

"Hi," said Holly, wrapping one arm around her friend and rubbing her tits 
against Lisa's. The tips of their noses bumped, then their chins, and then 
Lisa's mouth opened wide and Holly just seemed to fall into it. The vibrator 
was in her other hand and, as she kissed Lisa, Holly flipped on the switch 
and applied the tip of the plastic tool to her friend's moist hot thigh. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhh!!" Lisa squealed, breaking off the embrace. She hopped from 
one loot to' the other, dancing in and out of the spraying water, turning 
this way and that so Holly could tickle her in all the places she liked to 
be tickled. 

They were more like sisters than best friends in many ways. For one thing 
they looked very much alike, in the way that so many young girls today seem 
to' be cast from the same basic mold. 

Medium-tall, both of them five-five in their bare feet, with slim supple 
bodies. They could wear one another's clothes interchangeably, from knit 
caps to shoes and even to bras and panties, but neither girl cared all that 
much for wearing clothes of any sort. 

Tits rounded and high-set, with perky, tilted nipples, narrow waists flaring 
provocatively into ripe, light asses, and long, coltish legs that never 
looked quite so pretty as they did now, when they were bare, along with the 
rest of Holly's and Lisa's seventeen-year-old bodies. 

Their faces were cut from the same general pattern-small,' turned-up noses, 
firm little chins, wide set eyes with bedroom shadows. Both were 
long-haired, and here was the only essential difference. Lisa's' tresses 
were a tawny lioness' mane of shimmery gold, while Holly was a soft 
brunette, reddish streaks showing among the brown in the proper lighting. 

Natural gold and brown, of course. Very natural. Lisa was twining her 
fingers in the hair that fell upon Holly's shoulders at the moment, while 
Holly Holly's nimble hands guided the tip of the buzzing vibrator through 
Lisa's golden tuft of beaver, nudging at the soft, tight, but oh so pliable 
pussy lips playing hide-and-seek among those golden strands of hair. 

"Oh, Jesus, yessssss ... " Lisa lifted up' onto tiptoes as Holly worked the 
vibrator back and forth through her crotch, toying with the pussy, tickling 
the upper edges of her thighs, rubbing up across Lisa's flat, smooth tummy. 
The water bathed them in its steamy, nonstop spray and both girls .were 
drenched now, from head to toe, but it didn't matter. Lisa grabbed Holly by 
the tits and steered her face to Holly's and, as their mouths joined once 
more, she sank herself down upon the upended tip of the vibrator and its 
slithered perhaps an inch into her wet, snug pussy. "Mmmmmm," she hummed 
into folly's mouth, screwing herself down onto the instrument even as Holly 
worked it upward. 

"Fuck me," Lisa panted, humping up and down, trying to suck the vibrator up 
her snatch. Jesus, the thing was turned on, and so was she! There was a 
buzzing in her pussy long before the vibrator's rounded snout had made 
penetration, but now there were two kinds of buzzing inside her and she 
wanted to feel a dozen more before she went moaning over the top. 

Holly dropped a little, guiding one of Lisa's legs, straddling it. The wet 
smooth thigh slammed home against Holly's twat and she felt her pussy lips 
spread to kiss Lisa's leg and she began to move herself on her friend's 
flesh, moving in tiny but quite effective ass-twitches and cunny-wiggles. 
"Yeah," she. said with an enormous grin of satisfaction and delight, and she 
gave, her wrist a wicked flip that sent three inches of slick plastic 
vibrator barreling up Lisa's pussy. 

"WOWWWWW!!" Lisa squealed, lifting, then falling. More of the vibrator 
entered her, and Holly's guiding fingers were plumb against the splay of 
Lisa's twat-hole. Matted golden hair tickled Holly's fingertips and the 
oozing flow of girl-cum from Lisa was warmer even than the spray of water 
from the showerhead behind and above them. She backed Lisa up against the 
wall, still clenching and clutching Lisa's thigh between her legs, and she 
started to fuck the hell out of her girl friend's eager, responsive pussy. 

Their mouths kissed, and their tits rubbed together, nipples stiff and 
throbbing all around. Lisa's hands were sliding up and down Holly's wet 
body, touching here and there, lingering where she knew from experience that 
it would do the most good, and Holly felt a honeydew begin to leak from her 
own cunt. She squeezed a little harder with her legs, and it was a fuck of a 
lot more fun, even, than riding her Kawasaki and getting off on the 
throbbing machine between her grasping thighs. 

She worked the vibrator in, very deeply, so deeply that Lisa's head went 
back and her eyes rolled in their sockets and she moaned, 
"Ahhhhh-Chriiisssttt-" and then she pulled back, almost removing the thing 
from Lisa's twat. 

But not quite. They weren't exactly novices with the vibrator, after all. 
Holly and Lisa had first discovered the marvelous instrument when they were 
fourteen and freshly busted, and it was like Moses finding the Ten 
Commandments on Mount Sinai. 

Their first buddy-system vibrator had been the one Lisa's mom kept hidden at 
the bottom of her lingerie drawer. Lisa had found it one day while trying to 
sneak a couple of bucks from her mother's purse and she'd grasped its 
purpose and use at first sight. She could hardly wait to share it with her 
friend, and they spent a wild, wicked afternoon in Lisa's bedroom, fucking 
each other silly with the white plastic cylinder that bore a small degree of 
resemblance to a stiff, uncircumcised cock whose foreskin hadn't retracted. 
First Lisa demonstrated on herself, to Holly's uncontrollable delight, and 
then Holly took over, sliding the vibrator up her own young snatch with 
deceptive ease. When it was firmly inserted, naughty Lisa reached in and 
switched it on, and Holly almost went fucking crazy, flopping around on the 
bed as' the sex tool hummed and buzzed inside her and her cuntal lining 
turned to drippy jelly. From that point it was only a step to using it on 
each other, and not a very big step at that, because, after all, Holly and 
Lisa had been fooling around with each other almost from the day puberty had 
begun to turn their bodies into magic playgrounds. 

This was Lisa's own private vibrator. She and Holly had each saved five 
dollars from their allowances and bought themselves a pair of matching 
vibrators at the novelty shop downtown. It was safer than sneaking around 
with Mrs. Palmer's-they'd used up three batteries the first day they played 
with it and she was bound to get suspicious eventually. 

Holly handled the instrument with care. She'd practiced often enough with 
her own, on Lisa, on herself, and she knew how to use it. "Baby, with that 
thing in your hand, you're almost as good as a man," Lisa used to giggle 
while being reamed and buzzed from the inside out. 

"Almost?" Holly would giggle, making the sex toy turn cartwheels in her 
girlfriend's quim. 

"Almost?" 

It wasn't as good, really. No two cocks slid up a pussy, worked and fucked 
inside it, with' quite identical technique, but the vibrator was just a 
machine and it always felt the same. Even so, it was a lot of fun to fuck 
back and forth with it,. and as Holly drew the white plastic, tube almost 
completely out of Lisa, she could hardly wait for the moment when Lisa would 
take over and jam it up her twat with her own special kind of rock and roll. 

UP!!! Holly shoved the tool with a vengeance, and the seven inches were 
almost completely swallowed up 'in Lisa's pussy. Lisa's eyes bulged and 
rolled in their sockets and she tossed her' head from side to side, moaning 
and screaming, as Holly started to fuck the vibrator in and out with hot, 
hasty motions. 

"Do it, do it, do it!!!" Lisa whined, rocking her ass, grabbing herself by 
the fits, pinching till ,her little nipples thrust out an inch or more 
between her clasping fingers. 

Holly did it, sliding herself back and forth on Lisa's thigh. Her own belly 
was churning inside, and it was only a matter of time before that churning 
became a juicy hot explosion and rolled like a flooding river down the tube 
of her snatch to pour sticky womb-juice onto Lisa's leg. 

Just as Lisa started to come1 Holly leaned forward and flipped her tongue 
across one of Lisa's nipples. The rubbery, pliable tip quivered when she 
struck it, and Holly opened her mouth, sucking it in. 

As she sucked, she fucked, too, her hand shaking and twisting where it 
carried the vibrator in and out of Lisa in faster and faster strokes. 

"I'm coming! !!" Lisa squealed, and Holly jerked the vibrator completely out 
of her girlfriend's hole. It clattered onto the floor of the shower, still 
buzzing its nuts off, but Holly didn't care. She covered Lisa's twat with 
her hot palm and clenched it, feeling the cute cuntal mons engorge and 
blossom inside her hand, a thick dribble of girl-cum flowing from the tight, 
twitching mouth of the tunnel itself. Holly speared' her middle finger up 
that tunnel and she sighed around the tit in 'her mouth as she felt Lisa's 
'pussy muscles ripple and snap about her stabbing finger. The buzz of the 
vibrator was excellent, up to a point, but as in every other facet of life, 
machines could only do so much. And then people had to take over. 

"Make me come, make me come, make me coooommmmxneeeeee ! !" Lisa wailed, 
rocking her thigh up against Holly's pussy, time after time. She embraced 
her friend, pulled her close, and let her orgasm thrash itself out. Sighing 
languidly when it was over, she let go of Holly, raised Holly's face, and 
planted a wet, appreciative kiss on her girlfriend's mouth. "Now you," she 
said huskily, fire gleaming in her brown eyes. 

"Now me," Holly agreed, breathing hard. She hadn't gotten off on Lisa's 
thigh, not quite, and her pussy was a very needy case right now. She sidled 
around her friend and braced her back against the far wall of the shower 
cabinet, and her legs spread widely, readily. 

Lisa dropped to her knees, searching for the vibrator. She found it, and her 
fingers wrapped round it possessively, but her eyes 'lifted and she sighted 
in on Holly's pussy where the 11ps were large and obvious among the curls of 
brown pubic fur, and it was like a magnetic attraction. Lisa teared up and 
her mouth opened and then she was on Holly, tongue parting the wet sliced 
lips, punching between them, finding the clit and licking it with hungry 
passion. 

"Right there," Holly moaned, opening her legs a- little wider for Lisa's 
convenience. "Oh, baby, right fucking there!" Her clit was already on tender 
hooks, and the touch of Lisa's frisky tongue was 'damned near enough to pop 
her cookies. Holly willed herself to resist, to make it last, to enjoy this 
as long as she could, but her ovaries began to shiver. "Oooooohhhh," she 
gasped, "I don't think I can wait for you to fuck me with our third 
musketeer!" 

"Mmmmmm," Lisa hummed, her mouth full of pussy. Obviously she didn't care if 
she got Holly off with tongue or with dildo, and neither did Holly. It was 
fuckin' A, no matter which method Lisa chose. 

Like a squirmy snake, Lisa's tongue shot up Holly's puss, and Holly. knew 
that it was a question of seconds now. She held her breath, if only to' keep 
from screaming like a banshee, and then Lisa began to slide the buzzing 
vibrator up the inside of Holly's left leg, moving it inexorably toward the 
cunt she was already gobbling like a starving cannibal. When the tip of the 
vibrator slid north of Holly's knee, there was no chance of putting on the 
brakes. 

"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!" Holly screeched, - grabbing her friend's head. She 
pulled Lisa's face into her crotch and began to fuck that pretty face with 
her creaming cunt, and it was definitely one of the better showers they'd 
taken together. Definitely. 

The water was still running, but the vibrator had been turned off and tossed 
onto the bathmat outside as Lisa and Holly stood kissing and petting inside 
the shower. They'd washed one another's hair (top and bottom), and they were 
both squeaky clean and, if they stayed in the water much longer, they'd be 
wrinkled as prunes for life. "C'mon," Holly giggled, trying to break free of 
Lisa. "Anyway, I have to pee." 

Lisa smirked. "You know what Lenny Bruce said one time? 'A schmuck is a guy 
who gets out of the shower to take a piss." And to underscore the quotation, 
she took a step back, put a finger on each side 'of her gash, spread it 
open, and let go a spray of urine that splattered round Holly's feet. 

"Ooooohhhh, you nasty bitch!" Holly giggled, jumping back. But she watched 
Lisa pissing and thought, what the hell? She fingered her own cunny lips 
then, and unleashed her piss too, and it mingled with Lisa's on the floor of 
the shower before swirling down the drain. 

"Tomorrow they'll be drinking it in Albuquerque," Lisa snickered, and it was 
such a hilarious idea that they both started laughing and collapsed upon one 
another. Their tits and pussies bumped, and their hands seemed to wrap 
naturally around each other's bodies, and before Lisa or Holly could put on 
the brakes, their mouths were hot and open and jammed together and each was 
trying to fuck the other's throat with her tongue. 

"Oh, enough," Lisa said finally, breathing a heavy sigh. "We've still got to 
dry our hair, and the van has to be packed. Jesus, it doesn't feel like I 
can wait till tomorrow! A whole week in the mountains, kid! You and me and 
the camper ... and guys behind every bush! All of them lusting after our 
nubile young frames. Fucking under the stars every night. Oh, Jesus, let's 
go tonight!" 

Holly frowned. "Uh," she said, "that's the reason I came over, babe. You 
kinda drove it out of my mind a little, but, uh, I don't think I'm gonna be 
able to make it after all." 

"Huhhhh???" Lisa's eyes blazed with questions. "What the bloody fuck do you 
mean??? We've been planning this trip all spring. You and me and the van and 
the tent and the mountains. Remember? We laid in a whole lid of grass and 
I've got two gallons of Ripple stashed in the van where Mom won't find it 
and we're gonna leave tomorrow noon, and now you say you don't think you can 
make it?" She stepped back, glaring at her friend. 

"Oh, shit," groused Holly, "I still want to go, sure, and it makes me sick-I 
mean, really sick-but Mom got a call this afternoon. My uncle and aunt are 
coming to visit. They'll be here tonight and they're gonna stay, the whole 
flicking week before they go on to 'California. And ... guess what? Mom says 
I have to be a good little pal to my favorite cousin in the whole wide 
world, Debbie, so she Won't get bored or have a bad time while she's here or 
any of that kind of crap." 

Lisa shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Picking up a towel, 
she began to dry herself in short, angry strokes. "Well, if that isn't a 
bunch of fucking SHIT!!!" she exploded. "This is the only free week I have 
before I start my summer job and you've gotta baby sit with some asshole 
cousin." 

Holly came out of the shower too1 picking up another towel. "Asshole isn't 
the word," she said. 

"Debbie is like all the bad news in the daily paper crammed together on one 
page. She's a baby-just sixteen-and she's always getting straight A's in 
school, and the last time I saw her, three or four years ago, I punched her 
in the mouth and fucked up her braces and Daddy took his bit to my tail, and 
for all I care, she could fucking die, but-" her voice took on an even more 
sorrowful tone-"Mom says that the only way I can go camping with you is if 
we take Debbie along. Otherwise, scratch it" 

"Jesus," Lisa moaned, throwing her towel across the room with a vengeance. 
"If that isn't the shittiest thing I ever heard of! What the fuck are we 
supposed to do?" Holly shook her head. "Is she really that bad?" Holly 
nodded. "Well, how can you be sure? I mean, you haven't seen her for three 
or-four years." 

"You don't forget something like that. She's a fat redhead with freckles and 
braces. And a turd." 

Lisa sighed. She leaned against the sink cabinet; picked up her drawstring 
bag and tucked the well-used vibrator inside. Get some more batteries, she 
reminded herself. The machine had enjoyed a hearty workout today. "Maybe 
she's changed. And if she hasn't, maybe we can lose her in the woods. 
They'll find her bones next spring, after the wolves and buzzards have 
feasted on her." Holly giggled; obviously she found the idea appealing. "Aw, 
I was just kidding! But if she gets in our way, we can just tell her to take 
a walk. Or you can punch her out again. Goddamn it, something always comes 
up to fuck you in the ass, just when you have it all planned!" She squealed. 
"And I didn't mean your finger, Hollyhocks! Take it out of there right now, 
or I'll-" 

"You'll what?" 

Lisa squirmed, sucking an inch of Holly's finger delicately up her asshole. 
"Or I just might not let you take it out again. Ever. Mmmmm." She put her 
hands on Holly's flanks, rubbing the soft damp flesh. Nice. Smooth. Like 
velvet. She loved Holly, and she loved the special sessions they had 
together. 

But there was more to life than getting it on with her best friend in all 
the world. Boys for example. Much as she dug it when' Holly fucked her with 
a tingly buzzing vibrator, it couldn't compare-not exactly-to the feeling of 
a live, throbbing dick pushing up her twat, and a vibrator couldn't shoot 
your belly full of cum, either. And what about the gentle slap-slap of a 
guy's balls against your ass while he rammed his meat home, or the 
hard-muscled tension of a male body lying on her own? 

That was why they were going to the mountains. It was early summer and the 
woods were full of guys on camping trips. God, she needed some strange! 
She'd already fucked everybody in town worth fucking-even that douche bag 
Corky Barrett, who'd demanded a suck and fuck as his price for going into 
the state store and purchasing a couple of gallons of Ripple for underage 
Lisa. And now she wanted to get out into the wilds and find herself a wild 
man or two, some eager passionate stranger, someone whose cock she could 
wrap her tongue around and suck till her mouth was full of seed-Jesus, a 
grizzly bear would do, the way she felt! 

And they'd been planning it for so long, ever since the onset of spring! 
They'd used last summer's job money to buy the van, with a loan from Lisa's 
mom to help out, and she had to take that job this summer to repay her 
mother, so if she didn't get to go now, she could fucking kiss it goodbye. 

"Well," Lisa sighed, rocking a little as Holly's finger explored the 
tightness of her ass, "if the only way we can go is to take along cousin 
Debbie Dumbshit, then I suppose we've gotta take her. We can make do 
somehow. But she'd better not get in the way." 

"I'd almost rather not go," Holly said sincerely. 

"Don't talk that way, damn it. In fact, don't talk at all. Lean closer, 
baby, let me-ahhhh, yeah!!!" Lisa's finger slipped easily into Holly's 
sticky twat, and Holly rolled her eyes in delighted acceptance. She humped 
suggestively against the finger and used her own in Lisa with a little more 
rhythm. 

"Hurry," Lisa purred, "because Mom will be home from work pretty soon and 
I'd hate for her to catch us in 'the act. Maybe we can pimp Debbie off to a 
horny coyote." 

"Let's not even think about her," Holly countered. "Let me ... mmmmm ... let 
me kiss your tits. Ooooohhh, you taste like soap ... nice soap ... clean 
titties ... yeah, ooohhhhh, a little faster with that finger, huh, kid? Do 
you like mine? Like it up the ass? You were made to be sodomized, pretty 
lady-let me sodomize you, huh? Sweet. Tight-hey, you're fucking me with your 
butt muscles-pretty ... almost as pretty as I am baby ... " 

"You bitch," Lisa smirked, and she started to fuck her finger in and out of 
Holly with dazzling speed and skill, at the same time humping up and down on 
the Holly-finger imbedded in her ass. She felt her cooze wetting, beginning 
to drip its honey all over again, the bubbly juice starting to ooze down her 
thighs, and it was too bad that Mom would be home so soon, because she was 
really into Holly today and she didn't want to stop. Oh, but tomorrow they'd 
be up in the mountains with their tent and camper, and they'd be free to do 
anything they felt like doing, with one another or with anyone who came 
along, and if Holly's cousin didn't like it she could suck a banana up her 
ass and shit coconuts. Nothing to worry about right now, though. It was time 
to enjoy, not to think. Lisa slipped a second finger into Holly's twat, felt 
her friend step up the tempo of finger-buggery, and dosed her eyes dreamily. 
Just this one more time, and they'd have to go pack up the van. Just this 
one more time ... 

 Chapter Two 

For the fiftieth time, at least, Debbie Marshall wished she were back home 
in Ohio, or anyplace except here. It didn't take a genius-level I.Q. to know 
that she was unwanted, and Lisa and Holly made her feel nearly as welcome as 
a bastard child at the family reunion. 

She blushed at the thought. Normally her mind didn't run in such vulgar 
channels. Chalk it up to the influences around her. Lisa's favorite 
adjective appeared to be "mother fuckin". Debbie had never heard the word so 
many times as she had since climbing into the camper van. Mother fuckin' 
this, mother fuckin' that, mother fuckin' everything. Holly was nearly as 
bad. They were vulgar girls with unladylike habits, and she didn't at all 
relish the idea of spending almost a week in a tent with them. But what 
choice did she have? 

She hadn't wanted to come. She could have gone to summer school and taken a 
couple of next year's classes early; that way she'd be able to graduate in 
January and get a head start on college. But Mom and Dad had insisted. They 
were making the western pilgrimage, visiting relatives all along the way, 
and she had to come along. And here she was now, carted off with her cousin 
Holly and Holly's friend for a camping trip. Debbie had never gone camping 
before; she didn't want to go camping now, and especially not with Lisa and 
Holly. But everyone insisted. 

"You're not as fat as you used to be," Holly had said on their first 
meeting. "And you're gotten rid of the braces, too. Hot shit." Holly. They'd 
never been friends and they never would be. It was so easy to despite her 
cousin. She was pretty, for one thing, slender and willowy, with a cute face 
and delicate curves in all the right places, and she walked with a careless 
ease that made her curves and wiggles all come together in an eye-catching 
pattern. Holly was made for California and year-round sunshine and beaches 
and bikinis. 

Skimpy bikinis that would show off acres of what had to be perfect skin. 
Lisa, too. Debbie wasn't sure which of the girls she hated most, and trying 
to decide gave her Something to do as Lisa roared the van up narrow, 
twisting mountain roads that made Debbie's stomach twitch involuntarily. 

"Hand me another beer," Lisa announced, and Holly reached 'inside the 
stay-cold pack on the floor. She popped the top and passed the can to Lisa, 
who removed one hand from the wheel to take it. Debbie looked away. Didn't 
they know it was dangerous and illegal to drink beer while driving? 

Holly was busy rolling another cigarette. It didn't look like tobacco she 
was putting inside it, and when she lit the thing, it didn't smell like 
tobacco, either. The pungent aroma Of the last cigarette was still strong 
inside the cab and Debbie felt a little light-beaded. Holly and Lisa kept 
giggling while they smoked, and she wondered if their cigarette contained 
marijuana? Well, she wasn't about to ask. If they were dope addicts, it was 
their own business. She only wished she were back home. 

"So my mother says, 'Be very careful, dear. Didn't you read in the paper 
about that convict who escaped from the state prison? It gives me the 
willies to think of you and Holly and Holly's little cousin off by 
yourselves with an escaped felon running loose.' "Lisa giggled, took a 
hearty swallow of her beer, and adroitly maneuvered the van through a curve 
so sharp and abrupt that Debbie had to close her eyes lest she become sick. 
"I told her, 'Jesus, Mom, the state pen is sixty miles from here. If the 
dude has any smarts, he'd long since hauled ass across the state line." 

"My mom's the same way," Holly sighed, inhaling' deeply on the hand-rolled 
cigarette. "Somebody busts out of the can, she starts checking all the 
windows at night and putting a chair under the fuckin' doorknob so nobody 
can break into her bedroom." 

"Maybe she's just 'worried," Debbie volunteered. "After all, we are going up 
into the mountains, and there's nobody to protect us or" 

"Can it," Holly said. Debbie canned it. 

She tried to concentrate on the scenery-the sharp drop-offs at the edge of 
the road, the, forested slopes rising above them as the van climbed the 
mountains-but the way Lisa was driving, Debbie couldn't help wondering if 
the vehicle and its passengers ,weren't likely at any moment to become part 
of the scenery, crashed into a tree or a rock, or plunged over one of those 
steep cliffs. And the smell of that burning cigarette was sickly-sweet in 
her nostrils, making her feel even more woozy than Lisa's driving had 
managed to do. She'd never been carsick before but she thought there was a 
chance of it now. And to make matters worse, she had to pee. 

"Let me out right here." That's what she wanted to say, but she didn't. 
Instead, Debbie just folded her arms on her tummy and sank back onto the 
seat. It was so crowded, with three of them up front; she wished she'd 
crawled into the back of the van where she wouldn't have to be so close to 
Lisa and Holly. 

Why do I have to be so ugly? she asked herself. At least it was something to 
think about, take her mind off the trip. 

Her hair, for one thing, was hopeless. Red wires that frizzed a little less 
when she kept it cut short, so she used the scissors regularly. When she 
looked in the mirror she thought always of Brillo. And her skin. If she even 
heard Of the sun's shining anywhere, she got freckles. Millions of them. 
They didn't make enough cosmetics to cover the freckles, so she never wore 
any. It wouldn't have helped. She was pathetically plain-faced, and she 
never realized it so clearly as when she was in the company of really pretty 
girls like Holly and Lisa. 

Her body wasn't much better. At thirteen she'd been very fat-five-two and a 
hundred and fifty pounds. At sixteen she was three inches taller and 
twenty-five pounds lighter, but she felt just as fat, and being around 
slender lovelies such as Lisa and Holly was no help. Her breasts were too 
big. She envied the other girls with their small hard titties, their lithe 
slim legs, their tight wiggly bottoms. They could wear form-fitting clothes 
and look great. She was wearing one of her dad's work shirts, two sizes big, 
and a par of denims that fit her like a tent. 

As if anyone would have noticed, in, first place. No one ever had. Debbie 
had had two dates in her life, both of them arranged by her mother, both of 
them total disasters. Neither boy had ever called back. Bet Lisa and Holly 
didn't have that problem. They probably had to fight boys off with a club. 

But on the other hand, who really wanted to be like Holly and Lisa? 
Foul-mouthed as sailors, cheap and trashy. Probably without a moral sense in 
their empty heads. And she was certain that they got lousy grades in school, 
too. Oh, the heck with them! That smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and 
the other girls kept talking and jabbering like magpies and every other word 
seemed to be "fuck" and she wished they'd just knock it off, for God's sake. 
Debbie closed her eyes again and willed herself to take a little nap. Maybe 
that would help. At least she wouldn't have to listen to their dirty mouths. 

When she awoke, the van was parked in a wide space between some large leafy 
trees. They were high up the mountain, and the air was the freshest and 
cleanest Debbie had ever inhaled. The paved road was nowhere in sight, but 
she could see a dirt path away off in the distance. All around then the 
woods were green and enfolding and apparently ancient, and she could picture 
Grizzly Adams leading his bears down the path natural as could 



"Lend a hand," Holly called from the back of the van. "Make yourself good 
for something." 

Debbie got out and went around to join the other girls, but she'd never 
pitched a tent before and she had no idea how to assist. "Oh, fuck it," Lisa 
growled, "you're just in the way. Go play in the road or something." 

"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 ... " 

She was talking to her finger. It was pathetic and she felt like a fool 
afterwards, but who else could she ask to love her? Debbie worked the tip of 
her middle finger into the, mouth of her snatch- gradually, for she was very 
tight-and she started to push instinctively up the resistant but dripping 
channel.' 

Sometimes she liked to make a production number out of the act. Pretending 
that she was being loved and caressed by someone, that warm arms enfolded 
her, a heated body pressed against her own-it helped in its own way, made 
the act 

more than masturbation. God, such a harsh, ugly word! How much of her guilt 
stemmed from the technical term for what she was doing to herself? Why 
couldn't it be called something else, something more pleasant, lighter on 
the tongue? But no matter what she called it, playing with herself made her 
feel better, and that seemed justification enough. 

Anyway-she didn't have anyone special to fantasize about.' She'd done it so 
many times with Paul Newman that he'd long since lost his power for her and 
though she'd tried Sylvester Stallone on occasion, he really wasn't the type 
who appealed to her. Besides, Holly and Lisa might get worried if she were 
gone too long, and she had to hurry, but before she could go, she had to 
come. 

So, "Love me," she whispered to her finger and the finger was nothing but 
the extension of her hand, and somehow that seemed enough for now. 

Her cuntal muscles tensed a moment longer, then yielded, and she pressed a 
little deeper with her fingertip, but she couldn't go too much deeper 
because of the obstacle that sealed off the depths of her pussy. Her finger 
bumped against her cherry, and she felt a momentary twinge of the most 
delicious kind of pain she could imagine, but the second time it happened 
the pain turned to a kind of agony and she had to pull back. Well, Debbie 
knew what to do, and how to do it, and she did. 

In and out the mouth of her cunt, in short, frantic strokes, she worked her 
finger, and the muscles snapped and clutched around her, and honeydew ooze 
was seeping from the aperture, making her finger sticky, clotting on the 
lips of her cunt and the red hairs clustered nearest the gash, and she 
twisted a little on her heels as she squatted, making her twat grow a bit 
tighter. 

"Just ... a ... couple ... more ... " she panted, and there was no need to 
hold her snatch open any longer, for her finger was boldly imbedded in the 
hole, so Debbie brought her free hand up to the front of her shirt. She 
grabbed indiscriminately, found herself with a handful of tit, and she 
squeezed it fiercely, moaning as her fingers did their work. Her fits were 
large and soft, and the double layer of oversized shirt and tight brassiere 
couldn't prevent the flashes of delight as she fondled her breast. She felt 
her nipples hardening-both of them-even the one capping the fit she hadn't 
touched yet, wouldn't get a chance to touch because she was almost there 
and. it wasn't necessary-and she squeezed harder, fingers sliding around 
until they found the prominence of her nipple, squeezed it through the shirt 
and bra, squeezed till tears welled up big and watery in her eyes and rolled 
down her cheeks as unstoppable as the rise and fall of the sun, and her 
finger was still in her pussy, fucking in and out with a driving, impatient 
fury and she came down hard, onto her ass on the ground, for she couldn't 
sit up any longer, not when all her being, all her concentration was focused 
on the gash between her legs, the gash that no one wanted to love except 
Debbie Marshall, but who could love it better than Debbie Marshall? Who knew 
better how to love it? Who could make her feel so good? Who could make her 
forget that a few hundred yards away there waited two girls who'd been 
saddled with her companionship against their wills, who probably wouldn't 
lift a finger to help if she fell over one of the cliffs up her in the 
mountains, who wouldn't come to her rescue if she were being eaten by a 
grizzly bear? Who, damn it, who? 

"Me" she said in a hoarse, husky groan, "me, mi, me!!!" And she crossed her 
legs where she sat bare-assed on mossy ground, and it was like a special 
kind of agony, the tight mouth of her twat pinching at the finger inserted 
therein. Debbie pushed her ass down hard, loving the strange, but natural, 
(eel of grass beneath her buttocks, and even though there were a few pebbles 
in the grass, pebbles that bruised her bottom, she didn't care. One more 
push of her finger, one more squeeze on her fit, and she was coming, coming 
all over her hand and her pubic hair, and she closed her eyes, panting, 
moaning, feeling that she was dying but dying beautifully, her soul taking 
off into the clouds above, clouds set high above the trees in the midst of 
the bluest sky she'd ever seen, and those clouds were soft as pillows and 
her essential spirit was settling down to rest upon one of them, to rest for 
a long, long time ... 

Her head was still light and swimmy when she opened her eyes and she wished 
that sweet, dreamy feeling would never go away. 

But it would. She knew it would. As soon as she went back to Holly and Lisa. 
For a moment she'd been beautiful and soaring, the wildest, freest spirit 
alive, she'd been real, but it couldn't last. 

"Oh, face it," she said aloud. "You're the ugly duckling but you'll never 
grow up to be a swan. They're the swans. They've always been swans, they'll 
always be swans. Even when we were kids; Holly was beautiful. And I wasn't. 
I'm still not. I'll never be. I'll never be anything except what I am now. A 
fat, frizzy-haired clod. A smart Dumbo. Oh, God, what's so smart about being 
ugly and unlovable? I wish I was back home. I wish we'd never come out 
here." 

Wishing. What was that old saying? "Wish in one hand and shit in the other, 
and see which one fills up first. "God! Her mind was rolling in the gutter 
today! Chalk that up to being around Lisa and Holly, she decided. 

As she pulled up her pants and buttoned them, she wondered if Lisa and Holly 
masturbated, too. It was an almost universal act. Even chimpanzees did it. 
But somehow she couldn't picture Lisa or Holly with her pants down and 
fingers toying in the slice of pussy. God! Debbie stopped in. mid-step. 
She'd bet anything that the two girls back at camp had both actually ... 
actually ... 

"Been fucked," she said in a giggly whisper. It was the first time in her 
life she could recall using that wicked word aloud. Her eyebrows lifted and 
her eyes glazed over and she tried to imagine Lisa or Holly doing it with 
somebody. Oh, wew! They always said that you could tell a girl who'd been 
had by looking into her eyes, that there was a certain something which was a 
dead giveaway. But Debbie had no idea what that something might be. Still, 
when she got the chance, she'd try to sneak a peek into Holly's eyes, and 
Lisa's, and see if she could detect any telltale signs there. 

"And I'll be as nice to them as I can," she added. "I mean, they didn't want 
me but had to take me with them, so the least I can do is be agreeable and 
helpful. Maybe they'll even start liking me. Or at least stop not liking 
me." Full of hope, she set about finding her way back to the camp. 

CHAFFER THREE 

"You don't smoke and you don't drink," Lisa said from across the fire. "Is 
there anything you do?" 

"Except fuck up other people's lives?" Holly put in. She was sitting beside 
Lisa and they were passing a half gallon of wine back and forth, smacking 
their lips as they drank. They'd already smoked a few joints of what Debbie 
was now positive was marijuana, and their voices had taken on a lazy dreamy 
quality, as if they were talking in their sleep and doing it only by great 
effort. 

She'd tried to be nice and helpful; she'd even fixed supper and built the 
fire, but none of it was working. Every time Holly and Lisa looked at her, 
she could see resentment smoldering in their eyes and she knew that~ they 
wished she were somewhere else, very far away from this mountainside 
campsite. 

Well, it's not doing much for me, either, she wanted to tell them. I don't 
want to hang around you any more than you want me hanging around you, but it 
wasn't my choice. Mom and Daddy and Aunt Kate and Uncle Fred all agreed that 
it would be just peachy if 1 went off camping with Holly and her cute little 
friend Lisa, and nobody asked me if I maybe wanted to do something else. 
Like stay at home and read. 

Anyway, it wasn't her idea of fun. The night air was cool, despite the 
fire-nearly as cool as the reception she was getting from Holly and Lisa-and 
she didn't want to sit up watching them get drunk and stoned. "I think I'll 
turn in," Debbie volunteered. "It's been a pretty long day for me, and I'm 
kinda fired." 

Lisa swallowed wine and then forced a burp from her lips. Debbie grimaced. 
"Not half as long a day as it's been for us," she said, and Holly giggled. 

"Yeah, and you can't be half as tired as we are of you. Why don't you just 
pack it in like a good girl?" 

Debbie crawled into the back of the van. She'd already been informed that 
there wasn't enough room for her in the tent, so she'd have to sleep in the 
camper. Too bad there wasn't much padding on the floor but maybe the 
blankets would help a little bit. She closed the door, not quite shutting 
it, and the inside of the van was nearly as chilly as the air outside. 
Debbie wrapped herself in the two or three blankets that had been stingily 
given her, not bothering to take off her clothes. The extra warmth of her 
clothes would help. Maybe, God, the floor of the van was so hard! It would 
take determination to go to sleep under these circumstances, but Debbie knew 
that she had enough determination. She closed her eyes and willed herself to 
sleep. Outside, she could hear Holly and Lisa talking softly as they drank 
their wine and smoked their dope. 

"Isn't she as bad as I told you she'd be?" Holly wanted to know. "I mean, 
like, 'Miss Downer of i977. God, Valium ought to make her their national 
poster child or something!" 

"That hair," Lisa agreed. "Like red steel wool. Jesus, though, think how it 
would look if she let it grow out! She'd be the first freckled Ubangi in 
history!" That seemed to delight both of them. They laughed uproariously. 

"Admittedly, she doesn't seem to be quite as fat as she used to be," Holly 
went on, "but it's hard to tell, the way she dresses. All her clothes are 
about four sizes too big. Of course, she'd probably look like a sausage-an 
overstuffed sausage-it she wore anything that fit her." 

"Mmm, you don't have that problem," Lisa purred kittenishly. "Oh, light up 
another j, will ya? I feel like 'getting smashed out of my fucking head 
tonight!" 

"Don't get too smashed," Holly warned, "because we're going on the prowl 
tomorrow. There have to be guys. on the mountain. I mean, it's the second 
weekend of summer. Where else would they go? I bet the woods are crawling 
with them. Listen! Do you hear something crawling through the woods right 
now?" 

"That escaped convict, indubitably," Lisa drawled. "Hey, dude, we're over 
here!!" 

"Come, and get it!!" Holly chimed in, and both girls started laughing again. 
"What'll we do with her? When we go hunting, I mean?" 

"Leave her here to guard the camp. And if she's a good girl and washes the 
dishes and tends the fire and has a nice filling-but not too filling-supper 
ready for us, maybe we'll do her a good turn and let her watch. Think she'd 
like that?" "Who gives a fuck?" There was a silence. "Oh, yeah, that's more 
like it. Give me the bottle, you're going to spill it-" 

In the van Debbie's eyes were growing heavier and she felt sleep beginning 
to creep up her body. Thank God, she thought. I won't have to listen to them 
anymore. 

"dancing around like that, you cunt. Come here. Now, damn it, you have 
something I want!" 

"What is it, Hollyhock?" Lisa asked ingenuously, halting in the act of 
removing her T-Shirt. She looked down at Holly, who was looking up with 
glittering eyes at the fits that were almost-but not quite-exposed by the 
pulled-up shirt. 

Holly rose to her knees and put her hands on Lisa's waist. She squeezed the 
bare flesh just above the low-riding, super-tight jeans, and then her 
fingers started drifting upward with easy slowness. When her fingertips 
brushed the under curves of Lisa's ripe round tits, Holly threw off the mask 
of unconcern. She also helped Lisa throw off the T-shirt and, in a moment, 
she was eagerly sucking her girlfriend's nipples, already stiff and puckered 
from the night air. 

"What about your nearest and dearest relative?" Lisa wondered idly, running 
her fingers through Holly's dark silky hair. 

Holly made smacking and slurping sounds and then, reluctantly he un-mouthed 
the boob she'd been nursing. "I'm not gonna change my lifestyle because of 
that dip shit. If worse comes to worse, I can always punch her in the mouth. 
I did it once before and I can fuckin' do it again. Here, let me-" and with 
that she unbuttoned Lisa's jeans and started to tug them down her friend's 
slender, lissome thighs, kissing her way down Lisa's tummy toward the 
triangle 'of golden hair at the base of Lisa's abdomen. Holly got her nose 
into the fluffy bush and began sniffing and tickling her girlfriend where it 
really counted. 

"Ooooohhhhh, right on, Hollyhock!" Her jeans were down to her knees by that 
time, and Lisa wiggled her legs impatiently, helping them drop the rest of 
the way. The air was cool on her naked body, but her flank was toward the 
fire, and she was very warm there. And down front, where Holly was dragging 
her nose up and down Lisa's pubic region, she was hotter than warm. Taking 
Holly with her, Lisa fell onto the blanket they'd spread beside the fire and 
she opened her legs, kicking off the pants. At the same time she put her 
hand on Holly's shoulder, stroking up and down in quick, anxious motions. 

Holly squirmed around, offering her tits to Lisa, and Lisa wasn't averse to 
accepting them. She undid the other girl's blouse and reached inside with 
both hands, filling her palms with the cutest, hottest, firmest tits God had 
ever created-next to her own, of course, she reserved mentally. The nipples 
were rigid and blazing against her hands and she ground down upon them, not 
crushing the delicious blossoms-only making them sprout up the more 
vigorously. 

"We're in a tangle," Lisa announced, her hands crossed under Holly, who was 
still nuzzling her twat. Holly sat up, shucking off her blouse, and her tits 
gleamed in the firelight. The nipples looked like sparkling rubies. But they 
didn't taste like rubies. They tasted like nipples, and Lisa was very 
pleased to discover that sweet fact when she tasted the jewels of Holly's 
boobs. They had something special, the two of them. They were best friends 
and they loved life and they loved one another, and it was really the best 
of all possible worlds, as far as Lisa and Hollyhock were concerned. 

Except for that dipshit bitch sleeping in the van. God, what a stone fucking 
bummer it was, having her around! Quiet and kinda retiring-and by God, she 
ought to be! Debbie was just a stupid redheaded pig who needed her chubby 
ass kicked right off the mountain! The idea titillated Lisa, and she made a 
point of giggling while she titillated Holly. Who appreciated it very much 
and showed her appreciation by petting Lisa's face the way a proud, devoted 
owner would stroke and pet her prize Angora. Yes, they had it together, the 
two of them. Really: together. And tomorrow they'd go out hiking, see if 
they couldn't find some guys and get it even more together. 

Lisa released Holly's nipple and sat back, her proud young tits thrust 
forward. "It doesn't seem so cold now, does it?" Holly shook her head and 
lay down on the blanket. "Mmmmm," Lisa purred, "you always seem to hit me 
where I have no fucking resistance at all." She picked up the jug of wine, 
raised it to her lips. "Oh, the hell with it. We can drink any fuckin' time 
we want to." She capped the bottle, set it aside carefully, and then threw 
herself upon Holly, mouths connecting hotly, Lisa's hand thrusting into the 
waistband of Holly's tight shorts in search of the high-voltage pussy she 
knew awaited here there. 

Holly stood in the doorway of the tent, stretching as she greeted the first 
rays of the rising sun where .they filtered through the trees and made 
psychedelic light patterns among the green leaves. She breathed deeply, 
inhaling the clean fresh mountain air, and it was sweet to be young and 
alive this morning-even if that cunt Debbie was snoozing in the van some 
twenty yards away. Screw Debbie! Today she and Lisa were going to hunt up 
something strange. Mmmmmm! Her mouth watered at the very idea of a hard 
cock, and she could almost taste the squirting flavor of cum pouring into 
her throat. 

Or was that just a hangover from last night? Jesus, they'd gotten stoned out 
of their minds, she and Lisa! Fucked away half the night. Her twat was still 
sore from the repeated finger jobs Lisa had given her, and if she clenched 
her thighs upon her pussy she could feel that incredible vibrator, humming 
away inside her tightness. Well, she'd given as good as she'd gotten. Lisa 
had been hollering for mercy from her Hollyhocks before it was over. Nice. 
Wrapped in one another's arms, testing each other's sexual responses, it was 
easy to forget about that dipshit Debbie and the crimp she'd thrown into 
their vacation plans. 

"Screw you," Holly murmured toward the van. Something touched her from 
behind, and she felt fingers creeping up her bare thigh, making straight for 
the dark floss of hair that covered her crotch. "Who's there?" she asked, 
straight-faced. 

"Guess," Lisa giggled from the rear, and her fingers took out a claim on 
Holly's cunt. Holly exhaled, then began to squirm where she stood, and 
somehow her squirming managed to give Lisa's fingers even sweeter access to 
her pussy gash. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh ... " Holly sighed deliciously as two fingers wedged themselves 
inside her slit and moved around the mouth of her still-itchy twat. 

Lisa threw off her blankets and knelt behind Holly. It was morning-the 
sunlight was proof of that-and everybody knew that the best away to start 
off a new day was with a sweet creamy orgasm. 'She worked her fingers deeper 
into Holly's Snatch and let her tongue glide lazily across, the flaring but 
slender cheeks of Holly's ass. 

"Good morning to you, too," Holly giggled. Her head was still swimmy from 
last night, but if anything could clear up the wooze, it was definitely 
Lisa's tongue. 

Lisa used her other hand on the crack of Holly's ass, tickling through the 
buttocks cleavage, fingers dwelling for a long, lovely moment on Holly's 
puckered anus, and she didn't let up with the tongue work, either. She 
bathed Holly's ass with the spit of her eager mouth, and her taste buds 
picked up Holly's delicious flavor. Her tongue began to race across Holly's 
ass, into the buttock cleft, back and forth across the tiny red asshole 
itself, and Holly squirmed and moaned each time she was brushed on that 
particularly sensitive spot. 

"Do you like that, mmmm?" Lisa purred, moving her fingers in and out of 
Holly's puss. 

"Do I?" Holly wondered. She cupped her bare tits and offered her stiff 
nipples to the rising sun. 

"Bend over," Lisa suggested. "And spread 'em, baby. Spread 'em for me." 

"Almost nobody I'd rather do it for." 

Holly bent over, leaning out of the tent, and she felt her ass lift, her 
pussy wink open even further. Lisa removed her fingers delicately, sucked 
them dry of the sweet cunny juices 'that had soaked them during their 
immersion. For a moment Holly's twat felt indescribably empty, deserted, but 
only for a moment. Lisa thrust her face into the gape of Holly's legs and 
covered her friend's snatch with her open, hungry mouth. Teeth ground into 
Holly's tender pussy flesh and a tongue speared its way up her sex tube. 

"My clit," Holly. warbled, "don't forget my flicking clit." 

"How could I?" Lisa sang into the pussy she was kissing. "How could I ever?" 
Her tongue flicked up, found the clitoris, brushed it once, twice, three 
times-Holly lost count. It was no time for arithmetic! If there was anything 
she liked better than being eaten at night, it was being eaten in the 
morning. 

Holly's cunt 'tingled with each pass of Lisa's tongue, and she' had to brace 
her hands against her knees to keep from falling over. But it was worth the 
extra trouble, for in another couple of seconds her pussy blossomed like a 
rose and her petals were dripping with dew. "Make me come," she warbled, 
bumping and grinding herself onto Lisa's smacking mouth. Somehow the morning 
sun looked just a little brighter and rosier to Holly then. Good morning, 
sunshine, she thought, what a nice day this was turning out to be! 

"Take it, baby," she panted, humping against Lisa's mouth and tongue, and 
Lisa took it greedily, her tongue shooting up Holly's cunt to scoop out the 
pealing buds of pussy cream. The lips of Holly's twat were' snapping like 
angry turtles and good feelings vibrated throughout the young girl, and she 
Sighed ecstatically, for now it was her turn to pass along the compliment. 
And by God she knew exactly how she'd do it! 

"Me, now," Lisa trilled, lying back on the blankets she'd just arisen from. 
Her long legs stuck out the tent door and Holly lay down on her belly, 
between them, her mouth only inches from Lisa's moist red gash. Holly 
sniffed at her friend's oozing cunt, and she let her tongue glide softly 
across it once or twice, but she wasn't in a hurry. She could afford to take 
her time, and Lisa, sweet sweet Lisa, would only appreciate it that much 
more. 

"Pretty legs," Holly, murmured, stroking them up and down, rubbing her 
cheeks along the sensitive inner_ surfaces of the thighs. The legs wouldn't 
hold still. They kicked into the air, wrapped around Holly's upper body, 
loosened 'their pressure and kicked high again. No matter what action they 
took, they were perfect legs, long and slender, and smoldering with the 
warmth that had already spread through Lisa's entire person. Mmmm, Holly 
thought, she's not the only one who's warm. The flush of sex still colored 
Holly's face and body and she could feel the moist sheen of perspiration 
that bathed her flesh in the early morning's breeze. 

"You want this?" Lisa grinned, offering the vibrator. Holly took it, tested 
the on switch. "I think we gave the batteries hell last night, "Hollyhock." 

"Seems like it," Holly agreed. The machine' sounded very weak, its buzzing 
nowhere near so powerful as she liked, but she took the deficiency with a 
shrug of acceptance and began to tickle Lisa's thighs with the 
almost-depleted instrument. Lisa moaned and arched herself upward, legs 
twitching, their motion bumping the vibrator into momentary contact with her 
open, willing cunt. 

"Unh-unh" Holly smiled. "That's too easy. Let's just put this out of 
temptation's way." She gave Lisa one more touch of the buzzing machine-just 
enough to make Lisa cry "Oooohhhh"-and then she removed it completely. But 
where to put it? Holly thought a moment and came up with the perfect 
solution. She turned, resting on her side, and she brought the tip of the 
vibrator into contact with her own snatch. One quick push and it thrust 
inside her, four inches of the machine's seven penetrating Holly's quim with 
an efficiency that left her breathless. 

But not for long. Her cooze molded itself around the plastic toy and, even 
though it was vibrating at less than full efficiency, the sensation coupled 
with the hangover feelings of her just-subsided come and made Holly feel 
very, very good. And sexy. And horny. She 'rolled onto her belly, lifting 
her butt into the air and wiggling it frantically, and she thrust her face 
into Lisa's crotch, ready to eat anything she might find. 

"Christ!" Lisa moaned, "you're a goddamned barracuda this morning!" She 
clutched her bare breasts, squeezed the nips as if they were juicy ripe 
pimples, and she humped her twat up against Holly's slavering mouth. She 
didn't need to split' the labia for Holly's convenience; her friend's tongue 
was only too quick to take care of that pleasant chore, and within moments, 
Lisa felt as if she were being screwed by a small but frisky snake. Her 
swollen pussy lips felt the gentle but insistent scraping of Holly's teeth 
and liquid joy began to seep from Lisa in a series of spurts and rushes. 
Holly's tongue shot into the hot bucket of girl-milk and her slurps grew 
louder and more aphrodisiac to Lisa's ears. 

"Eat it all," Lisa commanded. "Eat it all!!!" 

Debbie's eyes opened slowly and she yawned. She was still wrapped in her 
blankets, curled 'into a tight ball inside them, and her side ached from 
sleeping on the hard floor of the van. Light was coming through the small 
window above her, so it must be morning, but the night chill lingered inside 
the back of the van and she felt as if she were awakening in an icebox. What 
time was it? 

She hated to put her arm outside the blankets' comparative warmth, but she 
did. Not quite seven in the morning. God, what a frightful hour to wake up! 
She heard birds chirping outside, and, mingled with that sound, something 
else she couldn't quite identify. Maybe she could go back to sleep. Debbie 
dosed her eyes and concentrated but it didn't work. She opened her eyes 
again and decided, reluctantly, that the day had begun for her and she might 
well face it. 

She rolled onto her-bitch, untangling the covers and once again .he heard 
those other sounds. Sorta like heavy breathing, maybe, and, mixed in, 
something that reminded her of Daddy's electric shaver overheard from a 
distance. Curious, but not curious enough to sit up and look out the van's 
side window, Debbie lay on her back, grimacing at the steely hardness of the 
floor beneath her. She slipped her hand back under the blankets and it 
seemed to drift automatically toward her waist. And downward. Oh, God, she 
thought Again? 

Debbie willed her hand to stop in its progress. She didn't want to do that 
again. Not here, now. Her legs parted inside the blankets and her hand 
seemed to fall of its own volition into the space between them. She gasped 
as her fist closed upon the crotch of her jeans' and her pussy began to 
throb invitingly within the denim covering. No, Debbie's mind said, but her 
hand was saying yes and so, it seemed, was her pussy. Sucking in her breath, 
the young girl thrust her hand into the waistband of her pants and down, 
down! 

There was a strange sound outside, not far away if her ears were any judge. 
Debbie stopped fondling herself for a moment, and she heard it again. A 
voice. It had to be a voice. A moan? A loud gasp? She wasn't sure. Maybe it 
was Lisa or Holly talking in her sleep. Debbie fisted her hand upon her cunt 
-again, and she felt her panties moisten as pussy dew started to leak from 
her Slit. It was a nice feeling, a wet feeling, a warm feeling-in fact, her 
cunt seemed to be the warmest object in the back of the van this morning. 
Was there any better reason to stroke and caress it? Maybe she could spread 
a little heat through the rest of her body. She let her finger toy with the 
crease of her sex-her panties were beginning to stick to her gash right now, 
thanks to the leakage of wetness from her-and she pushed at her hole, ready 
to insert her fingertip. 

"Oh, Jesussssss!!!" 

This time there was no mistaking. That was definitely the sound of a human 
voice. Lisa's voice. God, was something wrong outside? All that talk about 
some escaped convict. Debbie's heart chilled behind her left boob and she 
froze, hand glued to her cooze-filled panties. 

Slowly, life returned to her and she found that her breathing was almost 
back to normal. Debbie extracted her hand with regret and she turned over 
carefully, rising onto her knees as she moved. If anything awful was going 
on up at the tent there was a possibility that the perpetrator might not 
bother looking in the van. She could peek out the window, define the 
situation, decide what to do. 

As she lifted her head toward the window she noticed a small hatchet on the 
floor of the van. They'd chopped firewood with it last evening. God, if some 
madman was out there now, doing horrible things to Lisa and Holly, she could 
defend herself from him with that hatchet, couldn't she? Debbie grabbed it, 
squeezed the handle till her fist ached. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhh-" 

This time the cry was louder, sharper, more shrill, than before, and Debbie 
was scared. Her head refused to budge. She had too look through the window 
but she was afraid to, afraid she might see something dreadful. 

"Godddddd-" 

That clinched it. Holding the hatchet, positive she could use it if she had 
to, Debbie raised her head and stared with bulging eyes through the small 
window in the van's side door. She'd been expecting to see some maniac 
dismembering Holly and Lisa, but, if anything, what she saw was much worse. 

 Chapter Four 

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 dmbfuck 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." 

 Chapter Five 

She wasn't sure how long 'she'd been walking. Her watch was broken, she 
discovered when she looked at it. Must have happened when she fell out of 
the van. Or maybe later, up at the tent, when they'd tried to ... to ... oh, 
God, they'd done more than try! Debbie was still sobbing, but her, tear 
ducts had long since dried up, and her eyes burned because there was no 
salty wetness to lubricate' them. 

"Damn them!" she said to a tree. "They ... they were using me like I was 
some kind of animal! They were ... oh, God, they were trying to rape me!" 
For a moment she thought she might be sick to her stomach, and she leaned 
against a tree, trying not to remember how Lisa's cunt had tasted when it 
poured sticky juice into her mouth. 

But the impulse passed and, queasy as her stomach felt, she knew finally 
that she wasn't going to vomit her guts out. Debbie leaned against the tree 
that supported her, and it felt so hard and straight and strong. She wrapped 
her arms around it and hugged the tree, wishing it were a friendly human to 
whom she could pour out her troubles. "I don't want to go back there," she 
whispered. "I'm afraid. I want to go home. I want to go home to Ohio and 
never' even hear Holly's name ever again. I hate her. Oh, God, I hate her! 
And that dirty bitch Lisa, too!" 

She was using language she'd never used before, and it gave her a feeling of 
satisfaction. "They're cunts," she went on, drawing even more pleasure from 
hearing herself say the word. "They're bitchy, fucking cunts, and I hope 
their fits shrivel up and their cunts get cancer and they die before I get 
back." 

But she could still taste it, still feel it. Lisa's pussy on 'her mouth, 
Holly's fingers all over her Own snatch, and that vibrator-Good God! "She 
wanted to stick it up me," Debbie mused, horrified. "And she would have, if 
I hadn't-" 

It was the first time she'd ever struck anyone or anything in violence, and 
she hadn't meant to do it when she bucked her knee upward. That was only a 
muscular reaction. Holly's cunt happened to be in the way, and there was too 
much impetus behind Debbie's lifting knee. She could still hear the groan of 
pain Holly had made. Debbie smiled, remembering Served the cunt right. The 
cheap trashy slut. And Lisa, barreling into the tent pole, the tent itself 
collapsing upon Holly and Lisa. "I guess I showed them. But-" 

But what would they do when she returned? Debbie frowned. They'd be angry. 
Oh, Lord, she didn't want to go back! She wouldn't go back! "I'll just keep 
walking until I find somebody to help me," she told the tree. "Somebody 
who'll give me a ride back to Aunt Kate's, or maybe a telephone, where I can 
call. Daddy will drive up and get me, when I tell him what those rotten 
girls tried to do to me. Yes!" Debbie hugged the tree as if she were 
thanking it. 

It felt so nice, too. Her breasts and belly and crotch pressing tightly 
against the hard bole of the tree, and no matter how firmly she insinuated 
herself, the tree was stronger and exerted a reverse pressure that made her 
feel refreshed all over. She coiled one leg around the trunk and oozed 
herself even more closely, and there was a delightful rush of sensation 
between ,her thighs. Debbie closed her eyes and moaned. She'd awakened with 
a desire for orgasm which still hadn't been gratified, and it would be so 
easy to lie down on the grass right now, slip her hand into her jeans, and 
frig herself until she spurted sticky cum all over her fingers-just the way 
Lisa had gushed girl-milk, into Debbie's mouth such a short time ago. 

The realization brought her up short and she unwrapped her limbs from the 
friendly tree. Time enough later. Right now she had to find some way to get 
back to Mom and. Daddy, and away from Lisa and Holly. Debbie smoothed her 
fuzzy red hair with shaky fingers and resolutely set forth, hoping that her 
path would bring her, sooner or, later, to help of some kind. It had to. 
God, it had to! 

It felt like hours later, but it couldn't have been that long, for the sun 
was only halfway risen above the timberline to eastward when she left the 
shelter of forest and found herself staring across a wide green mountain 
meadow. She stood there a moment, eyes drinking in the sight of miles and 
miles of Colorado as far as she could see, and then Debbie focused in on the 
most beautiful sight of all. A column of wispy smoke climbing high into the 
air from somewhere just over a rise ,of ground on the far side of the 
meadow. Smoke. That meant a forest fire. Or people. She took a deep, 
gratified breath and started to run through the meadow, making straight for 
that beacon of smoke. 

"Looks like something out of Grizzly Adams," she said, looking down into a' 
narrow green valley. There was a largish log cabin, firmly, carefully 
constructed, with a couple of smaller outbuildings nearby. At one end of the 
cabin was a rock-and-mortar chimney, and from it lifted the smoke, but the 
smoke meant that someone must be in the cabin and maybe that someone could 
help. She saw no electric wires or telephone cables, which was not a good 
omen, but maybe the cabin's occupant had a CB radio or could at least tell 
her how' to get back to civilization. Debbie set her chin bravely and 
started down the slope. 

She mounted the porch and knocked briskly on the door. "Hello," she called. 
Inside there was a sudden furtive sound of motion. "Hello," Debbie repeated. 
"I need some help, please." 

And then' suddenly the door jerked open and Debbie's eyes crossed in terror. 
She was looking down the barrel of a revolver and it was looking back at 
her. 

"Inside," someone said, and she saw him for the first time. 

He was about six feet tall, lean, hard-bodied. His hair was a sun-bleached 
pale brown and he was deeply tanned from forehead to hipbones. His legs were 
strangely white in contrast to his chest, and she could see and appreciate 
the contrast because the man was wearing only a pair of white jockey 
'shorts. 

"I told you, inside! Move your ass! Now!" 

Debbie groaned in fear but she followed the arc of his waving revolver and 
went into the cabin. He slammed the door behind them. "Okay. Who are you? 
What' the fuck are you doing here?" 

She tried to speak, but her tongue was frozen to the bottom of her mouth and 
glug-glug sounds were all she could manage. 

Slowly he lowered the revolver, then tilted his head to one side, eyeing 
Debbie up and down. He came nearer, one of his legs brushing her thigh. She 
moaned in protest 'but she was unable to sidle away from him. Unable, and, 
very much afraid. 

"Oh, Christ," he said then, and his voice was a little raspy as if he were 
speaking only with difficulty. "How old are you?" 

"S-s-sixteen." 

"You're old enough," he said, "and you're big enough." He sucked in his 
breath, then looked down at his groin: Debbie looked too, and what she saw 
terrified her all the more. 

The front of his shorts was suddenly, hideously distended by s9mething 
inside. For a moment she wondered if she had another gun in his underwear. 
And then she realized what it was, what it had to be that swelled up inside 
his clothing. 

"I'd kinda planned on Julie Christie as my first one after I got out," he 
said, '~but she's not around so you'll have to do. Get your clothes off. And 
fast." 

"Get your fucking clothes off or I'll rip them off! I've been waiting six 
years to get my hands on a woman and I'm not going to wait any longer." 

Her eyes were round as saucers and she couldn't move, not with that gun 
enormous and frightening in his hand. "Goddamn it," he snarled, reaching 
with his free hand. He grabbed the front of Debbie's shirt and tore, buttons 
popping all the way down. She screamed and tried to cover herself, but he 
was having none of that. "You fight me, you'll only get yourself hurt," he 
warned, ripping the shirt. off her body. 

She screamed then, and whirled around. Nobody had ever seen her without a 
shirt on, and she was terrified to think that this stranger was doing so 
now. But it didn't help. As she turned, the man grabbed the waistband of her 
jeans and tugged, popping loose the button. The pants were too big for 
Debbie and they fell of their own volition as soon as they were unsnapped. 

"For the love of God," she moaned, trying to crouch into a huddle. She was 
wearing only her bra and panties now. The shirt was completely gone, the 
jeans in a pile at her feet. It was horrible. She was so fully conscious of 
her body and its defects that her cried-out tear 'ducts* refilled almost - 
miraculously and she felt wetness rolling down her cheeks. 

"Stand up,!' he commanded, catching her wrist. She jerked up, still wishing 
to curl herself up and roll into a corner. 



"Oh, that looks good," he sighed, shaking his head. Drool frothed between 
his lips, bubbling with each breath he took. 

He pulled her against him, and she was astonished at how hard and warm his 
nearly-bare body felt rubbing hers. And, oh, God, that other hardness, 
inside his shorts! She remembered the tree she had hugged in the woods 
during her walk. Compared to his penis, that tree was nothing but Jell-O! It 
ground against her stomach and she could feel blood pulsating furiously to 
keep him stiff and rigid. 

He was biting her neck and her bare shoulder, - drooling on her, nibbling 
with his teeth, sloshing his tongue around; She closed her eyes and moaned 
through clenched teeth, enduring, unable to do anything except endure. One 
of his hands was locked around her, the fingers skating back and forth 
across the panty-covered cheeks of her bottom. And always, that hard penis, 
like a red-hot wedge trapped between their bodes, reminding her, screaming 
to her, that she was a man and she a girl. 

"On your knees," he commanded, pushing her toward - the floor. Frightened of 
his strength, of his gun, of his cock, she went down, onto her knees. Now 
the huge lump-oh, Jesus, it was bigger than huge, it was enormous, swelling 
the front of his shorts-now it was right before her face, and she could 
smell its hot-meat aroma, only inches away. Not even the salty tears 
spilling into her mouth could mask his strange, masculine scent. 

"Suck it," he said, pulling down his shorts. 

"Oh, no, no, no!!!" Debbie shrieked, jerking back as his cock lurched free. 
It quivered, it bounced, it was purple - with lust and thick and throbbing 
and her eyes bulged at the sight of it. It was the first time she had ever 
seen an erect male cock-the first time she had ever seen any kind of cock. 

"I don't have time to fuck around," he growled. 

"You'll suck it or I'll blow your goddamned head off!" He grabbed Debbie's 
head and jerked her toward him. 

His cock lunged along~ one of her cheeks and she shivered as if the 
temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees, and then he was turning her 
head around and even as she tried to speak in protest he rammed his pecker 
into her - open mouth. "Aaaaggghhhh! !" he moaned, thrusting. 

Debbie wanted to gag. His first stroke took him almost into her throat, and 
she was far from ready. Oh, God, he was so big! Her mouth was full of him - 
and -he seemed intent upon feeding her even more. She coughed, she choked, 
but still his rod kept sliding into her mouth and her jaws puffed out as she 
struggled to accept it. - What was the ~ Gett1n~ her head blown off? That's 
what he'd threatened her with. Dear God! 

For the second time today she was being sexually molested and, as it had 
been with Holly and Lisa back at the camp, there was nothing she could do to 
protect or defend herself. She had a mouthful of cock and she was getting 
more with each passing moment. 

Who was this man? Why was he mauling - and stripping and attacking her? 
She'd done nothing to harm him. Jesus-was he some kind of pervert who lived 
up here in the mountains and got his kicks waylaying any woman unfortunate 
enough to fall in-to his clutches? She didn't know. 

"Oh, shit, baby," he groaned, jerking his rod out of' - her loose-lipped 
mouth. "If you were sucking cocks for dynamite, you wouldn't earn enough to 
blow your nose." 

She -couldn't speak. The sudden emptiness of her mouth, after it had been 
filled with his prong, was too precious; she needed time to refill her 
lungs. 

He fisted his prick, and Debbie looked at it in awe. The thing had to be, 
oh, Lord, seven, eight inches long? Maybe a little more. She wasn't good at 
visual computation. And how thick? He. was more than an inch in width. She'd 
stake her life on that. And she'd taken the better part of that enormous 
beast into her mouth? Debbie groaned, realizing how near she'd come to being 
strangled by her insane captor. 

He dropped to his knees beside ,her, and there was a gleam of 
determination-almost a hypnotic concentration-in the eyes he focused upon 
her face. Debbie felt her senses beginning to reel and he was a deep pool 
into which she began to fall. Her muscles were turning to rubber and she 
felt consciousness slipping away. 

Yes, she thought, maybe if I pass out, it won't be so bad. She closed her 
eyes and fell eagerly-into oblivion. 

When she opened her eyes again she was lying on the floor and he was patting 
her cheeks. Debbie blinked a couple of times and said, "What are you going 
to do to me?" 

He reached between her legs. She jerked back, but not fast enough, and that 
was when she realized that her panties had been taken down. "Nothing," he 
said, "that hasn't been done to you recently, if those scratches around your 
twat are any indication, baby. Just spread your legs and enjoy it." 

And with that he flung himself on her. His shorts were still pulled down to 
free his cock, and she felt the heat of his prick swinging back and forth 
on- the insides of her thighs. "N-n-n-nnnn-" Debbie moaned, but it was too 
late. 

He reared up, anchored his knees between her legs, and he split her widely. 
She wailed, for it hurt to be so open, but it was a cut-off wail indeed. The 
tip of his dong bumped her split pussy lips and suddenly- he was thrusting 
into her, stabbing despite the resistant tightness. 

Debbie lost her voice for a moment, and when she regained it, what came from 
her lips was a piercing scream. "AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" 

"My God," he gasped, and his cock barreled into her, bursting her hymen in 
one vicious, painful stroke. She felt her guts turn over and-then he was 
fully in her, his belly against hers as he lay upon her, and he breathed 
sour breath into her nostrils. Something wet was starting to leak from her 
cunt, and she knew without even looking that it was the blood of her 
butchered cherry. I'm not a virgin any more, Debbie thought, biting her 
lips. I've been raped. Oh, my God, I've been raped! 

He raised -his face and looked at her, and she saw something in his eyes 
that hadn't been there before. Did -he shake his head just a little? Was 
there a trace of sorrow in his expression? - She didn't know, couldn't 
guess. Her own eyes were misted over with tears of the pain he'd given her 
and her head was throbbing like a migraine special. She felt him move 
slightly against her, and some of his cock slipped out of her tight, 
agonized quim. 

Some of it, but not a lot. She still felt as if a free-trunk had been thrust 
up her belly, and she was positive that her vagina had -been ripped to 
shreds by the - brutality of - his first stabbing penetration. She seemed 
-wetter than ever. Was she pissing herself too? Oh, God, she hoped not. That 
would be too much, the ultimate degradation! 

But it was only wetness flowing out of her. Some of it had to be blood, she 
knew, but some of it was a totally different substance-the same kind of 
wetness she loved to tease from herself with frisky fingers on the twat. 
There could be no mistake. There was a hammering inside her belly and she 
could feel all the responses that normally came with a simple act of 
masturbation-the quickening of breath, the flush that began at her hairline 
and spread down to the pink nipples of her big tits, the twitchy, itchy, 
rippling at her pussy's tight mouth. 

The man looked at her. "Sorry," he said, and then he slammed his mouth upon 
hers. The kiss took her by surprise. - The only kisses she'd ever known had 
been from relatives. Pecks from Daddy. Sloppy kisses from grandmas and aunts 
and uncles. Touch. Then gone. This was something entirely different, 
something she had never thought she would ever experience. 

It was the kiss a girl might expect from a lover, Debbie decided. Ridiculous 
as the idea might seem. His mouth was warm and wet and she could feel his 
tongue sliding across her lips, tickling them, teasing them, plying between 
as if it wished to enter her own warm wet orality. One more pass, and her 
mouth yielded. Lips parted and he thrust his tongue inside her, with a lot 
more gentleness than he'd used inserting his cock. His tongue touched hers 
and began to play a sweet game of tag inside Debbie's mouth. She opened her 
eyes in astonishment, saw that his eyes were staring-at her in reply. 

Take it easy, his eyes seemed to tell her, and some of the tension began to 
evaporate. it still hurt like blazes, down there, but her cherry was broken. 
There was no way she could ever grow anew one. And so, when he began to 
slide his cock in and out of her with long, delicate strokes, she didn't 
resist. Her body went almost completely limp beneath him and she allowed him 
to take his pleasure. There was no way she could stop him, was there? No way 
she could throw him off her, no way she could undo what had happened? 
And-Debbie's eyes enlarged-it was starting to hurt less and less and less 
... 

He ran his hands up and down 1~er body as he flicked her. That's what he was 
doing, Debbie reminded herself. He was fucking her. He had his cock in her 
vagina and he was moving it in and out~ his groin pressing against hers when 
he was fully buried in Debbie, his balls tap-tapping, swinging as he fucked 
her, big balls, or at least they felt big, rocking in the lightness at the 
apex of her thighs. 

He had almost no hair on his chest,' but there was plenty between his legs 
and it touched her in places she was bare, and there was a ticklishness-to 
it that wasn't at all unpleasant. His mouth still covered hers, and the 
soothing playfulness of his tongue was beginning to make her forget the pain 
he had caused only a few minutes ago. 

Not completely, of course. He'd ripped her with his penis, and each time he 
moved in her she remembered that initial thrust. The tender lips ~f her 
pussy parted for his strokes, aching a little each time he stabbed through 
them, but she wasn't so sore down there now. 

His, tongue pushed - deeper into her mouth. She closed her cheeks tightly 
upon it, startled to find that she was actually-sucking his tongue, sucking 
it with a totally impromptu fervor. This, she thought, this is what he 
wanted me to do with his cock, when it was in my mouth! And it's so ... so 
... easy!! - Without realizing it she put a hand on his shoulder. It was a 
small, warm hand, the fingertips resting lightly on his flesh, and he 
inclined that shoulder a little more closely- toward her. Debbie wasn't 
aware that she had- touched him until her hand closed upon his flesh and 
began to squeeze, and then it was too late to stop. Still moving his rod in 
and out of her with gentle but deep plunges, he covered one of her bra cups 
with his fist and squeezed her tit rhythmically. She felt a quickening of 
breath in her body, and her fit seemed to engorge in his hand. Her nipple 
was hot, straining against the cloth cup which surrounded her boob, and she 
knew that he couldn't help but feel the pulsation of her fit as he squeezed. 
Debbie raised her other hand, wondering why. When it wrapped around his 
neck, she knew why, and she wasn't entirely certain that she was Sony. Oh, 
Jesus, she prayed silently, what is happening to me? 

Already her knees were lifting, and her feet rising from the floor. One of 
her feet slipped around the man's calf, tied it self in a knot there. 

"Mmmmmppphhhh ... " She groaned as he seemed to slip deeper into her pussy, 
deeper than she had thought it possible for a man to go in a woman. It felt 
as if the head of his cock were already burrowing among her intestines or 
even higher. There was a lightness around her heart, as if it were on the 
verge of shutting down and she breathed harder, faster, not wanting to 
die-not now-oh, God, God, God, not nowwwww!!!! 

Debbie's head fell back and her mouth, still open, gave forth a crooned 
"0000HHHHHH!!" that made her eardrums ache nearly as much as her lungs. She 
lightened the grip of her hand around the man's neck and she Pinched off 
five fingers' worth of his hard shoulder muscles and she raised her other 
foot and, if anything, it opened her all he more. When his cock shoved home 
now, she. could feel it at the bottom of her throat and it didn't hurt 
anymore-Jesus, it didn't hurt at all! He pulled back, extracting better than 
half his long rod, and she thrust her pussy up at him, the lips dick and 
wet, eager to be refilled, anxious to be wedged and ravished by the hard hot 
barrel of him. 

"Good God, what are you doing to me?" she moaned, holding on for dear life. 

He didn't answer. He fucked. And with each plunging insertion of his dong, 
Debbie learned, in spades, what he was doing to her. There was no question 
of lubrication. Her twat was sopping wet, inside and out, and she could hear 
the squish as his cock lunged into that wetness. 

She'd been masturbating for two or three years, at least, and she was no 
stranger to her body's reactions. When the orgasm began to simmer in her 
belly, Debbie knew it, and she blushed for shame. But how could she stop her 
body's natural processes? And, Jesus, did she even want to? She wrapped her 
arms and legs around him even tighter and she made her ass bounce up from 
the floor in greedy, cock-swallowing attacks whose significance he could not 
but be aware of. She didn't care what he thought of her, she didn't care 
what she'd think of herself when this was over. She was going to come, and 
when she did, she wanted it to be a come she'd never forget One time in her 
life-one time, oh, Jesus-she had the chance to discover how it was, what it 
was like to be with another person; and even if it wasn't the way she'd have 
chosen, Debbie had to experience it in full. The opportunity would never 
come again. If she died tomorrow she would have one delicious memory to 
carry to the grave. 



"Ohmygod I'm cominggggg ... " She didn't even recognize her own voice. The 
diction was slurred and blurred and the words rushed from her in a muddy 
torrent. But she didn't need words. Her cunt swamped around him, the muscles 
contracting like steel springs, and he thrust into her, allowing her 'pussy 
to flex and ripple and pleasure itself around him. Cummy girl-juice dripped 
from her lips, and she couldn't stop climaxing. Especially when he sensed 
the lull in her response and began to punch her with his cock again, 
stirring up a fresh new bout of excitement in Debbie's cooze. 

"Yessssssss!!!" Debbie wailed, writhing beneath him. It was a tumultuous 
orgasm, more intense than any she had ever tickled from her pussy with 
fingers alone, and for the first time in her sixteen years she understood 
what climaxing was all about. She felt as if she were dying and then she 
felt that she would certainly live forever. Her brain was either starved of 
oxygen or drowning in ozone. She could smell his sweat and her own and she 
could smell the musky girl-dew leaking from her as well, and she smacked her 
lips like a guppy, signaling him to kiss her one more lime. 

But he didn't, "Goddddd-" He groaned from deep in his belly and then he 
jerked his rod out of her. Debbie screamed. Her twat felt indescribably 
empty without him and she lunged up, eager to recapture his dick if it was 
at all possible. 

it wasn't. She looked down her stomach, saw the glowing ruby knob of his 
prong, shining in open air, and there was no way, she could suck him back up 
her channel. She groaned, sadly, before her lagging brain took cognizance of 
an obvious reality. She was still coming, even without his presence in her 
cunt. Her belly undulated, her thighs squirmed and squeezed, and her pussy 
was tingly explosion of juices and cracking muscles. 

He laid the underside of his cock on her tummy, his balls pressing against 
the swell of Debbie's pubes, and she saw his bright red tip engorge, quiver, 
then begin to spurt out incredible, massive gouts of thick white cream. Each 
time a burst of the stuff splattered her breasts and belly she squirmed 
again, and her come just kept on happening, and so did his. 

Semen. Baby-juice. That's what he was spilling onto her body. Why wasn't he 
squirting it up her pussy? God, did he care? Enough to worry about her? Oh, 
Jesus- Debbie raised her hands, waved them frantically in the air, and 
closed them upon the man when at last he sank onto her body. Her belly was 
wet and sticky from the cum he'd drenched her with, but he was hard and 
solid upon her and she used her arms and legs like pliers. She didn't know 
if she ever wanted to let go. 

 Chapter Six 

"I'm sorry," he told her, carefully drying her sticky body with a hand 
towel. "It never occurred to me that you might be a virgin." 

Debbie Sighed. "I don't know," she replied. "I mean, if I'm sorry or not." 
He looked at her quizzically. She sat up. "Maybe you didn't notice, but-" 

"I think I noticed. Oh, Christ, I don't know what came over me. You're just 
a kid. I raped you. Jesus." 

He looked genuinely sorry, and Debbie wondered why. Hadn't he enjoyed 
himself? Wasn't that all a rapist cared about? Rapists on TV cop shows were 
either crazy or sick. If they were crazy, it was okay for Kojak or Karl 
Maiden to gun them down; if they were pathetically sick, then it was off to 
a psychiatric hospital at the end of the show. Which was he? 

"It just hit me," he said, interrupting her reverie. "I hadn't seen a woman 
in six years-not an available woman-and, Jesus, there you were, and my cock 
got hard as a rock and I just went crazy." 

"Six years? You've been up here for six years?" 

He shook his head. "Christ, no! I've been here for three days. I've been in 
prison for the last six years. Until I broke out." 

Debbie gasped. "My God, you're the escaped convict Lisa and Holly were 
talking about? I thought you were just some kind of joke ... I mean, I never 
... ooohhhh ... " She slouched back. "And you've been hiding out up here?" 

"Yeah." He waved his hand in an arc, and Debbie followed the radius. For the 
first time she actually got a look at the cabin she'd entered at gunpoint. 

It was nicer inside than it looked from the outside. The floor was carpeted, 
and there was a big fireplace at the far side of the room. The small fire 
whose smoke had drawn her here was still burning, and there were blankets on 
the floor in front of the fireplace. Apparently he'd been sleeping there. 
The stuffed head of a bighorn sheep dominated one wall, and there were 
table, chairs a sofa, all of early American design. 

"This is a hunting lodge," he said. "I think it belongs to a guy from Omaha. 
He probably comes up every fall to slaughter wildlife. Anyway, I broke in 
and I've been hiding out until it felt safe to do some more traveling. At 
least, I was hiding out before you came along. Now-" He shrugged helplessly. 

Debbie looked at him carefully. He was rather young, she noticed. Maybe in 
his late twenties or early thirties. He didn't look like the criminal type. 
Still, he was an escaped convict and he had threatened her with a gun and 
then raped her on the floors She wondered how much of it she could honestly 
hold a grudge over. "Why were you in jail?" she asked courageously. 

"I killed a 'guy. Hey! Don't pass out on me! It was one of those once-in-a 
lifetime things. A crime of passion. I don't make a habit of killing 
people." 

"You were pretty loose with that gun," Debbie replied. She was amazed at how 
easy it was to talk to the man. She'd always been tense and nervous around 
people, shy and retiring, but not now. All the words were coming to her, 
just the way they should. Faye Dunaway couldn't carry on a conversation with 
Robert Redford a bit more effortlessly than Debbie Marshall was now chatting 
with the man who had raped her. She was' even smiling, showing off the nice 
teeth Daddy had paid so much to have straightened. At" least her teeth 
looked good. The rest of her was awful-oh, my God!! She was sitting on the 
floor beside him wearing nothing but her brassiere! 

Debbie reached for her panties, intending at least to drape them over her 
lap and its exposed parts, but she realized just in lime that it was 
essentially hypocritical. He'd already seen every-thing, hadn't he? In fact, 
he'd done a good deal more than just look at her vagina. Too late to change 
any of that now. Besides, she didn't feel awkward or embarrassed. Not now. 
Not with the memory of what he'd done to her. 

"The gun?" he said, twirling it on his finger. Suddenly he squeezed the 
trigger. Debbie shrieked and hugged herself in panic, but there was, only a 
clack sound. "I found this in the bedroom," the man grinned. "It must belong 
to. whoever owns this place. It's not loaded. I told you, kid-I saw you, and 
all of a sudden I had to rip off a slice. The gun was just to scare you a 
little. Jesus, I wish I could kick myself in the ass for what I did to you." 
He frowned and shook his head. "I never raped anybody before." 

He'd pulled his shorts back into place, Debbie noticed, and the mighty prong 
that had been rampant inside them a little while ago was magically vanished. 
When he moved, the cotton fitted for a moment round a much smaller stub, 
showing off its little outline. How could his tool have become so tiny in so 
short a time? Debbie found it impossible to raise 'her eyes from the man's 
crotch. 'She stared at him with occasional glances at her own lap, and she 
felt again the quickening of breath, the mighty onrush of sensation that, 
had presage4 'her explosive orgasm, and she knew that her face was turning 
scarlet, but it didn't matter. She lifted her hands looked at the trembling 
fingers, then planted them on his knee and slid her ass across the floor, 
toward him where he sat. Her knee touched his, and then she lifted her eyes, 
to find that he was regarding her with a frank, curious gaze. There really 
was something hypnotic about his eyes, she told herself. It's like I'm under 
a spell of some kind. I'm, not responsible for a goddamned thing I'm doing. 

"I forgive you," she whispered, and she went up onto her knees, put her 
hands on his shoulders. She had never believed that such boldness was 
possible for her, for cruddy Debbie Marshall, but she was learning a lot. 
She~ moved her face toward his, closing her eyes just as their mouths met, 
and she kissed him the way he'd kissed her while he was fucking. His mouth 
opened and she thrust her tongue into it, and he began to suckle. Debbie's 
mouth was full of saliva in a twinkling, and it seemed that something else 
was salivating, too. She clenched her thighs and felt a trickle of drool 
flow from her pussy, matting the sparse growth of red hair around her slice. 

He put his arms around her, and it was like all her dreams coming true in 
one blinding moment. Her mouth hot and wet on another mouth, another body 
close to hers, sharing warmth back and forth. His hands slid up and down her 
back, onto the swell of her bare ass, and when he touched her crack, slipped 
a couple of fingers into it and started tickling her cunt from behind, she 
moaned into his open mouth and threw herself upon him. 

He fell back, taking her with him, and Debbie wrapped her thighs around him. 
She was split widely and her cunt rubbed with eager friskiness at the front 
of his shorts. Rubbed, until there was a pulsing and a frantic throb of life 
within his underwear and his cock was no longer a little limp stub. He grew, 
and she rode his growth until she felt his belly twitch and his hands become 
hot and desperate on her ass and pussy. One of his fingers pressed the whole 
length of her slice and he couldn't mistake the eager wetness seeping from 
her. Squish-squish, went his finger, puddling in her liquid snatch, and then 
he stabbed himself into her, plunging wickedly, erotically. 

She'd used a finger on herself more times than she could remember, but until 
today her hymen had always prevented deep penetration. Well, there was no 
cherry- to block his finger, and he thrust' all the way, until the big 
knuckles of his. hand struggled impotently, unavailingly, with the splayed 
lips of her twat. His finger wiggled and crooked inside her~ Debbie rocked 
from side to side atop him, sucking at him with the muscles of her cooze, 
and she was leaking like a sieve,' her pussy a hotbed of swampy arousal. She 
raised her mouth from his, reluctantly breaking off the kiss, and she said, 
"You can rape me again if you feel like it." 

"Is it really rape this time?" he panted, and she didn't answer. Not 
verbally, at least. Her pussy drenched on his finger and she rubbed his 
bulging cock with her soft smooth tummy, and that was answer enough for any 
question. 

When he slid down his shorts and let his cock swing free, Debbie wondered if 
this was a fantastic dream from which she'd awaken in frustration at any 
moment. Maybe she'd passed out when she fell out of the van. Maybe 
everything that had taken place since that moment w~ a split-second 
unconscious mind's fantasy. She'd open her eyes in a second or two and Holly 
and Lisa would be standing beside her asking if she'd hurt herself when she 
fell and ... Oh, God, no!!! she told herself. God, noooooo!!! Let this be' 
true! Please, let it be true!! 

"I think you're good and ready," she heard him say, and his finger moved in 
her cooze again, and she knew that it was real, that all this was 
happening-to her, to Debbie. "Lift, okay?" 

She lifted her bottom, and his finger slipped out of her cunt. Debbie was so 
excited her teeth were chattering. "Higher," he said, and she raised her ass 
even more. Something touched her pussy, something big and hot and hard, and 
she looked into the gap between them to see what it might be. 

"Oh, God," she said with a gasp. He was tickling her cunt with the end of 
his pecker, sloshing about in the leaky juices that coated her lips and 
beaver, and each time he stroked her it was like ... it was almost like the 
battery-powered caress Holly had given her with the vibrator a few hours 
ago, she realized with a shudder of distaste. But no! This tool throbbed and 
pulsated, just like that vibrator, but it wasn't cold plastic-it was red-hot 
flesh, touching her own red-hot flesh, and she wanted it, more than she'd 
ever wanted anything in her sixteen years. "Yes," she moaned, "do it! Put it 
in me! Oh, Jesus, fuck me again!" 

"Easy does it," the man said, and' he pushed the tip of his dong into the 
widespread mouth of Debbie's box. She felt her lips strain at his bulk, but 
it was a complaisant kind of straining. Her pussy wanted him just as much as 
her heart and brain wanted him, and she was flowing like a river of girl-cum 
inside, wet and ready to receive his meat. 

"Here ... we ... go ... " and he thrust upward, into Debbie. She yelped like 
a puppy whose tail has just been stepped on, for the initial stab was 
painful, reminding her unpleasantly of the moment he'd first flicked ~into 
her, bursting her fragile cherry. She recoiled involuntarily, lifting her 
ass again, but he was holding her by the waist and buttock, and he 'moved 
upward too, pushing the dick to her. Debbie sighed as he sank deeper into 
her sex, and the momentary flash of remembered pain vanished like the bad 
dream it was. He pressed up her tight channel, the walls expanded to give 
him room, and she came down slowly, sinking upon him till her snatch was 
totally full of the man's prick and his balls were hard and swollen just 
beneath the slit of her cooze. She pressed a little harder, loving the way 
his balls felt under her cunny, and she kissed him viciously, biting his 
mouth and tongue. "My God, my God," she kept saying between nips and kisses. 

"Take it easy," he counseled,, running his hands across the swell of her 
ass. She lay full length atop him, legs flaking his, pussy full of his rod, 
and her fits throbbed where they touched his chest. He rubbed her butt, 
tickling the crack, even playing naughtily with one finger on the pucker of, 
her asshole, but it didn't seem too awfully naughty, especially when the tip 
of his finger caught her sphincter muscle by surprise and poked inside for a 
moment's deep probing that caused her eyes to bulge. 

"Oh, wow," she said, spit bubbling on her lips. 

"Sit up," he told her. "Sit up straight. Straddle me while I fuck you. And, 
if you want, you can control everything. You can take just as much of me 
inside as you can handle. Right! Just bounce for me, exactly that way. 
Jesus, you're learning fast! Up and down. Mmmmmm, did anyone ever tell you 
that you have a lot of natural rhythm? Who taught you that nasty swing, kid? 
Let me ... lean forward just a' little, huh? I've been dreaming about fits 
for six years. . 

His hands were already busy on her boobs, but when she leaned toward him as 
directed, he began to pull at the cups of her bra, finally tugging them up, 
over the swell of Debbie's tits. His fingers dosed immediately upon the ends 
of her boobs and he pinched her nipples until tears sprang to her eyes, but 
she didn't stop fucking him. 

He was right. With Debbie on top, she was in control. She could lift high, 
almost unsheathing his pecker, then sink down as far as she wished. He 
filled her snatch to overflowing when he was completely 'inserted, and she 
didn't have to make a warm wet home for all his dick unless she wanted to. 
God, she wanted to! Each time she lifted, she came down hard and fast, 
swallowing his tool in her sex-mad quim, and if she could have gotten his 
balls inside, she'd have taken them too. As she rocked up and down she found 
herself twitching and wiggling and swaying to the side, to front and rear, 
adding a whole new variety of excitement to the act. 

Sometimes as she moved, the barrel of his cock bumped her cit, and when that 
happened, lightning bolts of excitation exploded inside Debbie. 'Her head 
got dizzy and her eyes kept misting over, and the more she fucked on him, 
the wetter her twat became. She was totally full of him, gorged like a 
Thanksgiving diner, but gorged on something a lot more fun than turkey or 
pumpkin pie. 

Oh, she knew that it was all crazy-that he was a 'man starved for sex, 
ready, to fuck whatever came along, that she'd simply happened to be that 
particular whatever. He was a criminal, a murderer, he'd threatened her 
with. a gun, ravished her. To him she was just-what had he called it? "A 
slice." Yes. She was only a slice for him to tear off. But it didn't really 
matter. For the first time in her life, Debbie Marshall was actually 
relating to someone.' She had reached across the gap that had always 
separated her from the rest of the world. For one magical hour she wouldn't 
be ugly and awkward and scorned. Farrah Fawcett-Majors couldn't be a bit 
more loved and beautiful and fulfilled than Debbie Marshall felt right now, 
slamming 'her, ass down to meet the insistent thrusts of that huge cock as 
it shoved eagerly up her snatch. 

He filled his hands with her boobs and squeezed the soft pillowy mounds, 
then pulled at the pink nipples, which seemed to get longer and longer with 
each jerk of his fingers. Debbie looked down at her fits, saw the nips 
stretching magnificently, and~ she didn't even mind the freckles on her 
boobs. She didn't mind anything. She stroked his hands as he fondled her, 
and she made her ass work faster and faster on his dick, rising and falling 
like a piston on overtime. 

"Give it tome," she panted. If anything, she was the rapist this time, not 
the escaped convict who lay beneath her. Debbie's cunt entrapped her lover's 
dong, her body swooped up and down on his, she was riding him for the 
pleasure she already knew he could give her. She'd never expected it would 
be like this, her initiation to sex. God in heaven, she'd never counted on 
having anything except her middle finger as a lover! And to think it 
wouldn't be happening now, except for Holly and Lisa. Not long ago she'd 
despised them, for the vicious, sordid game they'd tried to pull on her. Now 
she wondered-should I be just a little bit grateful? 

A come simmered in Debbie's belly almost from the moment the man's finger 
had slithered up her twat. Fucking on him, fucking with the speed and the 
intensity, and the passion she' brought instinctively to the act, only 
stoked the fires of her arousal, and the explosion was inevitable. When it 
came she was only half prepared for the blistering sensations, and she 
swayed dizzily, perched upon the man's stiff, jutting rod. "God, I'm 
commmiiinnngggg!!" Debbie squealed, and for what seemed an eternal moment 
she was aware of nothing else. Not him, not his cock,' not even her own 
body. She was a rocking, pulsating mass of disembodied stimuli, and all of 
them were going off like firecrackers. 

Somehow she was aware that she was no longer sitting bolt upright, but it 
didn't seem important. She was sinking upon him, her mouth hungry for his, 
pussy jerking and dancing around the cock that oiled it, and her head 
rolled, No. They were rolling, the two of them. He had his arms around her 
and he was easing her off him, onto her side on the comfortable carpeting, 
and now they were lying face to face, his cock moving in her with a little 
more freedom and what felt like even more furious determination. 

Debbie threw one leg 'back and then he was atop her and she looking up at 
him, just as it had been the first time he fucked her. He propped himself 
above her body, gave his cock a-couple of final thrusts into Debbie's quim, 
and then, as he'd done that other time, he groaned, dragged his dick out of 
her pulsating hole. He started to squirt his seed almost before he was fully 
out of her, and again the hot thick man-milk splattered Debbie's body. 

He'd ejaculated so much the last time, but his flow was thick and abundant 
now, too. Big, thick lashings of' cum that spurted from the ruby-red knob of 
his cock, flew into the air, and burst upon Debbie. She watched in awe. The 
fury of her climax had begun to subside-enough, at least, that she could 
watch him erupting-and the sight was, somehow, very esthetically pleasing to 
the young girl. 

He squirted five or six times unaided, the cum simply gushing from his tool, 
and then, red-faced and straining, 'he grabbed his cock n a tight-fisted' 
grip and his hand jerked back and forth on the shaft. More cum emerged, 
joining the big sticky smears that already coated Debbie's bare breasts and 
tummy, and, as his fountain seemed to be shut off gradually, she found 
herself reaching down with one gingery finger. 

She touched one of the large creamy gobs, worked her finger into it until 
the flesh was coated with him, and she brought the sample to her nose. There 
was a pungent, intriguing smell, very different from the juices she'd teased 
from her pussy So many times, but that was only to be expected. Men and 
women were not exactly the same, after all. 

"It probably smells stale," he said, lying down' beside her. 

Debbie shook her bead. "No, not really." 

"It should. I haven't even jacked off in a day or two. Jesus, I must be so 
full of cum, it's a wonder I don't slosh when I walk." 

"It smells interesting," she said. 

"Taste it." Debbie wrinkled her nose, gave him a quizzical look. "It won't 
hurt you. If you'd sucked a little harder when my cock was in your mouth, 
you'd have gotten yourself a big juicy helping of it then. Go ahead. See if 
you like it." 

Impulsively, Debbie stuck her finger into her mouth, licking away the cum 
she'd been smelling. He was right! It didn't taste bad at all. Strong 
flavored, as her nose had already detected, and rather salty. The oily 
bubble rolled across her tongue and she hesitated. only a moment before 
swallowing. It went down easily, and the tip of her tongue quivered 
excitedly. She'd heard girls at school talk about blowing guys, about 
getting mouthfuls of scum (as they called it), and now she understood what 
they had meant. But it didn't taste scummy, not to Debbie Marshall. 

She looked at him, saw his reassuring smile. Her hand slid down her belly, 
scooping up perhaps a spoonful of the sticky goo, and that too she brought 
to her mouth, eating it from her fingers with lips and tongue that grew more 
active with 

each slurp. 

He cuddled her on the floor, and his dick was small and sticky-wet touching 
her thigh. It felt so tiny now, where it had been so hard and raging only a 
few minutes ago. Debbie's hand shot to his crotch and she cupped his cock 
and balls, squeezing them with love and gratitude. "Thank you," she said. 

"Thank me? Christ, kid, I'm the one who owes! But look-wherever you came 
from-aren't they going to, be worried about you not coming back?" 

"I don't, think so," Debbie sighed. She nibbled at his neck, gently, 
affectionately. 

"Hey," and she felt the laugh where her cheek was rubbing on his breast, "I 
don't even know your name, and I've already raped you twice." 

"My name is Debbie," she simpered, "and you only raped me once. The second 
time I-" 

"Knock it off kid," he said suddenly, pushing her away from him. He sat up, 
and his face was drawn and tense. "I think you'd better haul your cute 
little ass out of here. Like, now." 

"Why?" 

He groaned in exasperation. "Because I'm hiding out and if there's anything 
I don't need-" 

"You just fuck me, then kick me out? Is that it?" He nodded. Debbie 
sniffled, her nose twitched, and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," 
she said. "I don't want to cry-yes, I do! I want to cry and cry and cry! But 
I'm not gonna do it. I'll get my clothes and I'll go. Maybe I can find 
somebody who has a telephone or a CB radio or something-" 

He caught her hand and jerked her round to face him. Debbie had just picked 
up her panties, but she dropped them. "Why do you need a telephone?" he 
demanded, breathing heavily. "Are you going to call the pigs?" - 

"My God!" Debbie whispered. "No! But I have to get in touch with my mom and 
daddy. They're staying with my aunt and uncle in San Leandro ... I need a 
ride back there-" Apparently he didn't understand. He kept squeezing her 
wrist, as if he were trying to pinch the truth out of her. Debbie squirmed. 

"I was up in the mountains on a camping trip, see?" she told him. "With my 
cousin Holly and her friend Lisa. And I knew they didn't want me 
around-nobody ever does-but this morning I woke up and ... " 

 Chapter Seven 

"Jesus," he said, frowning. "That's the sickest thing I ever heard of." He 
laughed bitterly. "But who the fuck am I to be talking? Didn't I do the same 
goddamned thing to you? Only, where they fizzled out, I made it. Christ, 
maybe I ought to go back to the prison farm and give myself up!" 

Debbie shook her head. "No! It wasn't the same thing at all! I felt like an 
animal when they were touching me and using me, and it was just awful to be 
so helpless? and when I ran into you I thought, Oh, God, it's: happening 
again!" She put her arm around him and let her head come to rest on his 
shoulder. "But where it counted, it was all different. You hurt me, a 
little-well, more than a little-when you put your cock in me. It felt like I 
was having a tooth pulled, without anesthetic. Isn't that weird? I don't 
have any teeth down there. In my pussy. But it felt like I did, and like you 
were yanking them out by the roots with a pair of rusty pliers." She 
shivered delicately, remembering the pain. 

"And you could tell you were hurting me. I could see it in your eyes when 
you looked at me. You were sorry. You wanted to stop, but you couldn't, 
because your need was too great. And so was mine. Once you were inside 
me-really inside me-I knew that it could never hurt enough to spoil the joy 
and the pleasure and the sweetness. I was bleeding where you'd busted me, 
but that didn't matter, because the insides of my pussy were full of hot 
juices. They were like salve on my hurt. And there you were, oh God, with 
that big beautiful cock of yours thrust up me, and I knew that I had to keep 
you there. I wanted you to keep thrusting, to spread me and make me even 
hotter and juicier inside. And if I was crying well, it was because for the 
first time in. my life I knew how it felt to be a person. A whole person. 
Does that sound silly?" 

"No, it doesn't sound silly." 

"I'm glad. Oh, what is your name? You still haven't told me!" 

"Sam. Sam Ely." 

She tested the syllables, found them ineffably sweet on her lips. "Oh, God," 
she murmured, "tomorrow I'll have to be ugly again, but maybe now I can live 
with it a little easier." 

He cupped her chin, turned her face up. "Ugly?" he said. "Where do you get 
off with ugly?" 

She grimaced. "Look at me, for God's sake! I know you needed a woman, after 
all that time locked up in prison, and I know that any woman would have been 
okay. Even a pig like me. That's what Holly and Lisa called me. A pig. I 
guess they're right ... " 

"Don't put yourself down!" Sam blurted. "There's not a goddamned thing wrong 
with you, Debbie Marshall, and if you don't know that, you need your ass 
spanked." 

She flushed. "Well, just look at me," she said. "I'm not exactly Miss 
America-" 

"Screw Miss America! We're talking about you." 

"I'm too fat," she argued, "and my breasts are too big, and-" 

"You're not fat. You weigh what, about a hundred and twenty? Well, on you it 
looks good." He pinched off a little roll of flesh just above her hipbones. 
"This," he went on, "is baby fat. Bend over and touch your toes twenty times 
a night for the next month or so and you won't even have it." He slid his 
hand across the freckle4 curves of her ass. "Soft," he said. "Soft and 
cushiony. You can't imagine how sweet it is to squeeze your ass while I'm 
flicking you. What do you want to be slab-sided? I'm surprised you're not 
black-and-blue from having your cute butt pinched every time you turn 
around. Just-" he pinched her naughtily-" like that!" 

Debbie squealed with glee and she rubbed her chest against him. Where had 
her bra gone? He noticed her tits when they touched him, and one of his 
hands came up to fondle them. "And these are too big?" he asked. "Unless 
I've totally lost my sense of feeling, I'd say-mmmm, 38-C. Well! Guess I 
still have some of the knack. Women are all alike. The ones with little 
breasts all want to be 1)-cups, and the stacked ladies wish they were all 
junior petites with little round apples on their chests. I'd just like to 
say this-" He thrust his face into Debbie's cleavage and squeezed her bare 
tits together on his cheeks. She could feel him breathing, his lips pressed 
against her skin, and steamy moisture oozed from his mouth, causing her 
flesh to tingle, her fits to swell and harden, the nipples to spring up. 
hard and hot. 

Sam pulled back, but not to disengage. He started sucking her nipples, each 
'in turn, his mouth shooting back and forth from one fit to the other. He 
used his lips and tongue and teeth, and the ends of Debbie's boobs quivered 
in delighted response. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her, like a 
mother with a nursing baby. 

She'd always been embarrassed about her breasts. They started to 'blossom 
when she was only eleven; by seventh grade she was nearly as big-breasted as 
she was today, and fat in the bargain, with braces on her teeth. The' kids 
at school had nicknamed her "Boobs", and it was horrible to walk down the 
hail with her unwanted, overlarge fits bouncing away, even cupped in the 
adult sized bra she had to wear at twelve and a half. The memory still made 
Debbie cringe, and she tried to explain it to Sam. His only answer was to 
suck a little harder. "Maybe I was just too sensitive," Debbie sighed. "Oh, 
God, don't stop now!" 

He lifted his face. "Whatever you say, Boobs." 

She drew back her hand to hit him, but a fit of laughter struck Debbie and 
instead of punching him, she threw her arms around Sam and hugged him 
tightly. Her fits squashed against his chest and the nipples were alive with 
excitement. Debbie reached low, down his back, and her fingers played across 
the cheeks of his ass. Slab-sided. Yes, that was a good description of Sam. 
He 'had a flat hard ass, the kind of ass all men should have. And hers? 
Well, she'd always thought it a fat one, but he didn't seem to think so, and 
obviously he knew a lot more about asses than she did. If he liked it-oh, 
God, she could tell he liked it, the way his fingers suddenly staked out a 
claim on her buttocks-that ought to be enough satisfaction for Debbie. 

Yesterday, she thought, I felt like a lethal combination of Laverne, 
Shirley, and Rhoda's sister. Today-oh, wow, today I think I feel like Farrah 
Fawcett-Majors. Tomorrow? Who knows? 

Maybe The Bionic Woman! She plastered herself to his body and there was a 
hungry itch in her cunt and a leaky flow of wetness from her sliced, 
well-fucked pussy. "I think I'm ready to go around one more time," she 
hinted breathily, licking his ear. 

He squeezed her waist, kissed her, then let his tongue slosh back and forth 
across her mouth. "1 don't doubt. it," he said, "but before I can get my 
cock hard again, I need some breakfast. After all, I was still asleep when 
you came knocking at the door. Let's go move to the kitchen and see if we 
can rustle up some grub." 

There were "a few dozen cans of food in the kitchen, but nothing to cook on. 
The gas stove needed a tank of propane which the cabin's owner probably 
brought in with him on his hunting trips. Sam settled on pork and beans-a 
big can, enough for two-despite Debbie's argument that pork and beans was an 
uncivilized meal to start off the day. 

There was no running water in the cabin, but he'd carried in a large tub of 
water from the springhouse in the back yard, so he filled a kettle for 
morning tea, as well. Morning? Debbie peeked out the window, guessed that it 
must be a little past noon at the earliest. Maybe one or two o'clock, but 
she hadn't eaten breakfast either and she wasn't complaining. 

Sam threw extra wood onto the fire and put the pork and beans cooking in a 
pan hung from a small iron hook in the fireplace, the teakettle boiling as 
it dangled from another hook. "Shouldn't take too long," he said. "You want 
to put your clothes back on?" 

Debbie shook her head. This was the first time she'd ever been naked with 
another person, and she no longer felt ashamed of her body or herself or her 
personality. Somehow, she was positive slipping into her clothes would make 
her become the old Debbie once more, the Debbie she didn't want to return 
to. Instead, she sat down on the floor with her legs spread before her and 
began to do setups. "Might as well start working off that baby fat right 
now," she smiled. "Since you don't seem interested in helping me get any 
other kind of workout." 

Sam leaned against the mantle4s she moved up and down she stole peeks at the 
crotch of his shorts. There was no magical bulge in them, but she could see 
the outline of his limp penis and she knew that he had already given it to 
her twice, beautifully. Before she left, she'd have him again. Oh, God, she 
would!! 

"Pretty good," he told her, squatting beside Debbie. As she panted with her 
exercise he started to slide a fingertip up and down her backbone, slipping 
by degrees into the flaring split of her buttocks. "Oooohhhh!!" she 
squealed, jerking upright, turning to face him with redness blooming in her 
cheeks. 

"Freckles turn me on," he said, kissing a few hundred of the larger ones on 
her face. She warmed at the touch of his lips and she put her arm around his 
neck. Sam eased in closer, cupped one of the tits he'd helped convince her 
were beautiful, and he pinched at that tit's stiff jutting nipple. Debbie 
moaned in a low voice, and then he was easing her onto her back and she 
stretched willingly on the floor, one fist thumping up and down, her heels 
afire, eager to lock themselves around his body once again. 

He slid his hand into her crotch and stroked the moistening lips of her 
twat. Debbie snapped her thighs shut. "Yes, do it," she purred, "fuck me 
again." He petted her snatch, fingers toying with her tight but lusciously 
willing labia, and she moaned again as two fingers sank into the cunt that 
had, not so many hours ago, been unbearably tight upon one of her own tiny 
slender digits. Oh, God, she'd never be that constricted again, and it was 
wonderful! He thrust deeply, coating his fingers in her musky cum, then 
extracted them with strength, breaking the lock of her thighs. Debbie opened 
her eyes, looked up as Sam began to suck his fingers dry of her sweet dew. 

"You taste young and sweet and fresh and free," he said. "But I'd rather 
drink from the well than from the bucket. Open your legs, baby. Let me eat 
you." 

Her thighs were spread widely before she knew what she was doing, and his 
mouth was upon her cunt. Debbie jerked at the first flitting contact of his 
tongue with her cooze. It was so much different from the feeling of his 
cock, rubbing up and down her tight tender slit, but it stirred much the 
same kind of reaction in her belly. She twitched and jerked and her 
breathing became rapid and anguished, and it was fantastic, delicious, 
ecstatic, all rolled into one onrush of emotional response. 

"Stick your tongue into me," she commanded, reacting purely from instinct. 
God, didn't it stand to reason that if he could make her feel so wicked and 
happy and sexy using his tongue on the puffy, lust-swollen flanges of her 
puss, he could do ten times as much thrusting inside, tickling her where she 
was really ticklish. 

"Keep your drawers on," Sam counseled, and Debbie giggled hysterically. 

"I don't have them on to begin with," she said. "Or hadn't you noticed, 
sir?" 

"I noticed," he growled. "Believe me, I've noticed." He 'touched the puffy 
lips of her cooze, two fingers resting on each of the symmetrical swells, 
and then he pulled, so that the central section opened and spread and he was 
looking into the coral slickness of her already-aroused vulva. His tongue 
dipped in, swept across her exposed cuntal valley, and Debbie felt waves of 
alternate heat and cold shivering through her body. 

She grabbed her tits, squeezed them, hoping to rub herself to a uniform 
warmth, but he kept licking and the sensation grew within Debbie. Her pussy 
grew hotter and hotter, and she knew that if she only looked down at where 
Sam was slurping on her, she'd see a cloud of filmy steam rising from her 
quim. 

What I need, Debbie thought, is a bionic cunt, Oh, Jesus, no! I'd have blown 
all my transistors a couple of hours ago and I wouldn't be feeling this, 
now. His tongue found her stiff pulsing cit, and pressed against it, and she 
felt the excitement build to almost unbearable pressure inside her cunt. Her 
cit throbbed and hammered with each passing swipe of his tongue. and she 
wondered why her finger, how her finger, had ever been able to satisfy her 
in the past. A finger was nothing like a tongue. A man's tongue. A man's 
skilled tongue, eating, licking, slurping. His lips kissing, sucking. 

"AAAAIIIEEEEE!!" she squalled, bucking up and humping his face with her 
pussy. She was flooded with girl-juices. It must be something like the 
feeling of Lisa's pussy mounted on her own face early this morning Sam must 
be thinking the cummy juice as it dribbled from her slice, just the way 
she'd drunk Lisa's girl-dew. But it was a lot different here, now. Sam was 
eating her because he wanted to. She wasn't sitting on his face, making him 
perform against his will. He'd laid her out, spread her legs, thrust his 
face into her cunt. What he did, he did freely, willingly-and perfectly!! 

He opened his mouth; sucked at the entire pulsating swell of her cunt, and 
if he wasn't gulping her juices now, he never would. His tongue stole forth, 
wriggled in the gap of her pussy mouth, then stabbed inside, and she reacted 
as if she'd been short-circuited by a faulty home appliance. "MY GODDDDD!!!" 
Debbie shouted at the top of her lungs, and she squeezed viciously at her 
boobs till the nipples lurched up like quivering pink flagpoles. She could 
even feel her freckles throbbing and burning in the soft flesh on which they 
were mounted. 

He worked his finger into her cooze as well, screwing it in alongside his 
probing tongue, and Debbie couldn't lie still. She rocked about, head 
flopping from side to side, fingers digging into her soft, spongy fits, and 
she felt the juices bursting from the gates of her cooze, flowing, drenching 
that mouth and hand as they made rhythmic, pliant love to her twat. 

Sam was lying on his side next to Debbie, his head angled into her crotch. 
She looked toward him as her head rocked about, and she saw that the front 
of his shorts was no longer quite so inactive as it had been a moment or two 
ago. There was a definite bulging inside, and though she'd been a non-virgin 
for little more than a couple of hours, Debbie knew goddamned well what that 
bulging indicated. "Oh, wow," she gurgled, and her hand shot toward him. 

Her lover jerked when she grabbed his cock and shorts in one hot fist, but 
he filled up nicely for her squeezing, eager hand, and in another moment she 
was pulling down his shorts, giving freedom to his rampant dick. He moved to 
help her, and the shorts slid down his legs. Now he was bare, the part of 
him that really mattered right now, and Debbie slid closer, getting at him 
with both hands. 

One wrapped round the heavy, hard stalk of his pecker, the other nested 
warmly and gave his large, rolling stones a pleasant basket to lie in. She 
squeezed-too hard, for he moaned through clenched teeth, moaned right into 
her, pussy so that he vibrated her with his pained response, and she 
unclasped his nuts almost at once. "Mmm," be crooned as the pressure relaxed 
and Debbie understood for the first time a fact she'd obviously have to take 
into consideration from now on-that you couldn't be too rough on a man's 
testicles. 

They were delicate, precious objects; they swung beautifully beneath a 
stiff, arching dong, and they also produced the sweet-tasting male seed that 
squirted from a cock to prove the intensity of a man's lovemaking. She 
stroked them appreciatively, whispering her apologies, and her hand began to 
move on his dick. 

She stared at the ruby knot of his tool. It was a big knob, surmounting a 
big tool, and it was unbelievably fat. From the little slit creasing the 
knob's tip a watery fluid was oozing, slicking down the smooth-textured 
flesh of Sam's cockhead. Debbie touched that fluid with her fingertip, 
smoothed it onto him, brought a little to her mouth for taste-testing. It 
didn't really seem to have much flavor, she decided, but then she remembered 
the gobs, of cum he'd squirted onto her belly, the, semen she'd sampled from 
her fingertip, and she looked at his cock again. 

What had he told her? "If you were sucking cock for dynamite, you wouldn't 
get enough to blow your nose." Something like that. Well, it had been the 
first time anything like a cock had ever entered her virginal mouth. She'd 
been surprised by his attack, frightened by his threats of imminent 
violence, sobbing and trembling in her fear and surprise. She squeezed, saw 
more of the colorless fluid leak from his pecker gash. I want to do it, she 
thought. I want to fill my mouth with his cock and suck it, suck it, SUCK 
ITTTT!! She jerked on his rigid meat and he slid closer. Debbie leaned 
toward him, her mouth opening automatically, forming an oval ring of 
acceptance. Her tongue protruded through the ellipsed 0, and she licked at 
his flesh before she took him inside. He tasted like hot, almost-raw meat, 
and his precum wasn't so tasteless and bland now. Mixed with it was a tiny 
but obvious sampling of the thicker, tangier juices of his semen, the juices 
that soon would rush like a river into her sucking mouth. She hadn't the 
slightest doubt that she could handle it. 

And him. Debbie's lips fluttered and she pulled him inside her mouth, tongue 
flying up and down his length as he entered her with an ass-wiggling thrust 
of delight. She'd thought him enormous that first time he flicked her 
unwilling mouth, and true, he was big, but it was a sweet kind of bigness, 
and now, when she desperately craved to have his penis buried in her 
passionate mouth, she found that he was deceptively easy to accommodate. 
There was room in her mouth for about four inches of cock-that much would 
fit without' undue pressure at the back of her throat-but she could take him 
deeper if she got a good in-suck of breath and willed her jaw muscles to 
loosen up. She found herself doing that more and more often, and his peter 
kept stabbing in, in, ever inward, till it seemed as if her throat was as 
full of him as her mouth had already been. He was floating in the frothy, 
abundant drool spilling from her salivary glands, and only the nagging ache 
at her jaw-joints kept her from sucking him to the balls and keeping him 
there until she got the sweet love offering she sought. 

He had stopped his eating in her twat, but Debbie was in no position to be 
aware. His cock was magnificent and rigid in her mouth, sucking it the 
greatest challenge of her young life. In many ways, she was more turned on 
by fellating Sam than she had by fucking him. This was considerably more 
personal a gift, for it involved the intimate union of her mouth and his 
cock, and she wanted it to be just right for him. She owed him that much. 

But it was exciting for Debbie, too, and her cunt boiled over with simmering 
girl-juice as she wolfed on his stiff prong. Her tongue couldn't keep still 
around him. She licked as he pushed in, pulled out, plunged home again, and 
she made her tongue glide across the rubbery-smooth knob of Sam's dong, 
tracing the ridges of his crown, even trying to fickle his cumslit with the 
frisky, randy edge of her playful tongue. At the same time, her hand was 
fight on his balls-not viciously tight, for that had been an accident, but 
caressingly tight, tight enough to show him that she loved what she was 
doing, that the loved his cock, loved him as Well. 

He petted her cunt with his fingers, keeping her split, but his tongue took 
a coffee break. No matter. Her creamy cum was thick and milky on the lips of 
Debbie's cooze, bubbling out from her feminine hole, and his fingertip 
puddled in her juices while she gobbled his meat. "Ah, yeah," he moaned, "I 
think you know what you're doing this time." 

"Nnnnnppphhhh," she gurgled around his throbbing tool, which translated into 
English as, approximately, "You bet your fucking ass I do!" and she kept on 
eating him, sighing regretfully when her need to breathe forced her to slack 
up a little on his dick. 

"Don't stop now," Sam told her, and with that he returned to the job he'd 
begun. His linger slammed up Debbie's quim, into the undulant network of 
pussy muscles and simmenng cum, and she felt as if he were pulling her guts 
out through that tight red-lipped hole between her legs. But she didn't want 
him to stop, either, because he knew what he was doing. 

How, she wondered, could. Holly and Lisa ever settle for anything so 
degrading and mechanical as a battery-powered vibrator? She tasted again the 
raw meat flavor Of Sam's dick and she knew that nothing, but nothing could 
ever compare with the real thing. And to think, she'd almost lost her 
precious cherry to that goddamned battery operated fuck tool in Holly's 
nasty hands! 

For a fleeting moment her tongue remembered the taste of Lisa's pussy juice 
flowing into her mouth, but it was a transitory remembrance and the taste of 
Sam washed it from her mind. Still, Debbie thought, what would it be like 
doing this -with another girl? It couldn't be as much fun, could it? A girl 
didn't have eight inches of stiff meat to play with. A girl., a girl would 
be built on precisely the same lines as Debbie herself. Tits. Pussy. How 
could you bring two holes together and get satisfaction from it? Didn't you 
have to have a hole and something-big and brutal to fill that hole? She 
didn't know. she'd only just finished losing her cherry, for Christ's sake! 
How was she supposed to know all the, facts that had taken Dr. David Reuben 
years to sort out and made him a zillion dollars in the process? All she 
knew was that she had done it with a man, and God, it was like nothing she 
had ever imagined, nothing she could have ever imagined! And all of it was 
due to that queer girl rape Lisa and Holly had tried to pull on her this 
morning. If she ha4n't run away from them in panic and disgust, she wouldn't 
be here now, sucking like a leech on Sam's peter, feeling his tongue and 
fingers explore the mysteries and treasures of her honey box, and, oh, God, 
she would have missed so much!!! 

A nasty smell entered her nostrils, but she had no time to identify it. She 
was far too busy eating Sam, being eaten by him. His tongue was like a 
summertime fly in her pussy, buzzing here there and everywhere, too 
persistent to be swatted. He twanged her clit like a guitar string, shoved 
himself up her coozy hole, sucked up the juices she was leaking for him, and 
his fingers played round and round the sensitive reaches of her body as he 
ate. Fingers on her belly, one of them cleverly rimming inside her tiny 
navel. Other fingers stroking her quivery thighs, up, down, inside out. A 
finger that pushed into her crotch from the bottom, slipped over her 
tight-stretched perineum, onto the twitchy flesh ringing her asshole. He'd 
stuck the tip of his finger into her ass during one of their fuck sessions, 
and she had found it a fantastic experience. In the past she'd only pushed 
things out her ass. She'd never taken anything into it before. 

Ooooooohhhh!! Jesus!! He was doing it again! His finger pushed-she almost 
bit his cock, but restrained herself just in time-and, then he was in her, 
God, really in her, an inch or more deep in her rectum, and she felt her 
buttocks clench and contract around that finger, and there was a hotness in 
her pussy matching the excitement at her asshole. She started to hump up and 
down, smacking him in the face with her quim, and her lips ignited around 
the barrel of his cock. Debbie sucked him deeper, deeper, deeper, tongue 
whirling around him. 

Again that strange smell. Like something burning. He must have smelled it 
too, for he hesitated in his pussy-lunching, but the hesitation was as brief 
as possible. His tongue thrust up her again and her pussy began to snap 
crackle and pop like the perfect breakfast food it was, and she squeezed his 
balls one last time, squeezed them harder then she'd been squeezing, and it 
seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. 

Sam groaned into her twat and he unleashed his flood 'of cum, pouring the 
stuff into Debbie's mouth. His cock jerked back, almost deserting her mouth, 
but he thrust- forward again, and then he was pumping in and out of her, 
spilling a fresh pint of semen with each separate ram and buck. 

She couldn't handle it. He seemed to have a cornucopia of sperm, and he 
filled her mouth with it half a dozen times. She, sucked, and she 
swallowed-more than enough to convince her that she loved the taste and the 
flavor of jism-but there was so much of Sam's juice running from her mouth, 
too much to swallow and drink even with the' gulping gluttonous passion she 
felt. Still, she drank and swallowed enough of his cum to be sure that it 
was sweet and tasty, especially when taken in the large doses he was giving 
her. Debbie gulped until her throat ached, and she kept her lips as tight as 
possible around him, but still his cock began to grow limp in her mouth and 
she felt it slipping free. 

Relieved of the tension of his own needs, Sam threw himself into eating out 
Debbie Marshall's sixteen-year-old nookie. He spread her viciously with his 
fingers, but she loved the feeling, and he used his lips and tongue and 
teeth on her with no discrimination or restraint. In and out of her quivery 
cooze his tongue shot, then up to lap at the bud of her clit, and she was 
simply fisting him by the soft tool now, squeezing as each separate ripple 
and explosion of pressure shot through her body. He wouldn't harden in her 
hand, but he was thick enough to hang onto, and she lavished appreciation 
upon his pecker until her own come burst like a tornado in her belly and 
whirl winded out through the channel of her twat, drenching his face with 
the hottest, stickiest flow of girl juice he had ever (she was positive) 
been pissed with. 

"What is that?" he asked finally, raising his face from her creamed-out 
'snatch. She let go of his cock and they both sat up. And then, in unison, 
"Jesus Christ, the pork and beans!!" 

They'd forgotten all about lunch. 

"Well," Debbie said, surveying the saucepan and its blackened, burned 
contents, "I guess we'll have to find something else to eat, won't we?" She 
lifted her eyebrows and her eyes sparkled with invitation. Oh, hell, she 
thought, he's taken care of the hungers that were of 'any importance. She 
smacked' her lips, relishing the memory of the semen he'd fed her, and she 
wondered how long it would be until she got another giant economy size 
helping, straight from the lips of the fountain of life. 

"They were faggots," Lisa said. "Both of them. Didn't you see the way they 
looked at each other? Bet they came up to the high country so they could be 
alone with their cocks and blow each other in the twinkling starlight." She 
looked at the wine bottle. It was empty. Frowning, Lisa threw it into the 
bushes. A moment later there was a sound of breaking glass. 

It hadn't been a good day. She and Holly had put on their hiking shoes and 
gone in search of action, but they'd only met two male objects en route 
(barring a squirrel, whose sex was impossible for either of the girls to 
determine). And, as Lisa had declared so firmly, Peter and. Murray, though 
youngish and reasonably personable and good looking, were almost definitely 
faggots. Only a queer could have resisted Lisa and Holly, in their tight, 
see-through t-shirts and their crotch grabbing denim cutoffs, and Peter and 
Murray had 'done a fucking good job of resistance. Twenty minutes of hints 
as transparent as the girls' shirts hadn't stirred the slightest trace of 
interest in the 'two guys, so Lisa and Holly had hauled ass in search of 
better game. 

Which they had not found. When they returned to camp they were tired from 
walking and they hadn't a goddamned thing to show for the day's hike. It was 
getting on to four in the afternoon, which meant that the day was mostly 
shot. 

"And Debbie hasn't come back yet, either," Holly said, nibbling her lower 
lip. She rolled up a fresh joint, lit, it, inhaled, and passed it to Lisa. 
They had plenty of weed; that was one consolation. And they still had each 
other. But, God, they'd both been counting so much on meeting some new guys! 

"Oh, fuck Debbie," Lisa grunted round her deeply-held toke. "Maybe she's 
been eaten by a fuckin' grizzly bear." 

Holly thought for a moment. "How long has she been gone? Since about eight 
this morning. Where could she be?" 

"You're worried? I thought you despised her fat ass." 

"Well, I do, you dumb bitch, but did it ever occur to you that' we brought 
her up with us? And that consequently her parents and my parents will more 
or less expect that she's coming back with us, too?" 

"What could have happened to her, for Christ's sake?" Lisa argued. "I mean, 
she'll come slouching in sooner or later. Jesus, she took on like we'd tried 
to kill her or something. All I wanted to do was get a little use out of 
her. Christ, we had to 'drag her along; the least she could do was dish out 
some head to pay us back for the kindness." 

Holly squatted by the fireplace. 'They'd have to build another fire soon, as 
night was coming on and the air would soon grow cool and nippy.' Nippy. That 
reminded her of Lisa, and she looked at her best friend. Lisa was reclining 
on a stretched-out blanket, sucking on a joint, and, her t-shirt was tight 
as a layer of skin on the perfect rondure of her tits, and their bee-stung 
nipples stood out prominently. Mmmmmm!! Holly thought. If there weren't any 
men around to appreciate the two of them, at least they still had each 
other, and come' dark she'd have those Lisa-nipples in her mouth and her 
finger three inches up Lisa's quim and the rest of the' world could go fuck 
a baboon. 

But what about Debbie? She'd been gone a long time. Could .a mad last that 
long? Eight hours or better? Well, when Debbie got back, she'd better have 
some fucking good explanation about where she had spent the day. Anyway, 
Debbie's ass was in for it when that time rolled around Maybe, if they 'had 
to, she and Lisa would just tie Debbie down and ram that diddle-stick up her 
cooze. God, what a thought! She was so tight, she had to be a fucking 
virgin! Holly remembered how difficult it had been to work the dildo into 
Debbie this morning, and, she nodded thoughtfully. Yes, by God, if Debbie 
wasn't cherry, then there was no Coors in Colorado. Wouldn't that be a 
giggle? To bust her with a dildo? Maybe the Sierra Club would intervene. 
Virgins were an endangered species, after all, just like the 'bald eagle and 
the timber wolf. John Denver might step out from behind a bush and beg them 
to stop in the name of ecology. He might even sing a little song to convince 
them they ought to spare Debbie. Hot shit, they thought. We could tie up 
John Denver. With a man around, we wouldn't need that scungy bitch Debbie. 

"Here," Lisa was saying. "Don't you want a hit?" 

"Hit? Bet your butt I want a hit. And I want to plant it right on Debbie's 
fat freckled ass. Oooohhh, just wait till she gets back! She is gonna be IN 
for it!!!" Holly had no doubt that Debbie would be back, sooner or later. 
God, she hoped it was sooner, because the idea of raping her unwanted cousin 
was beginning to take on a delicious, kinky sort of appeal. Anyway, nothing 
could have happened to Debbie. Her kind had all the luck, in the world. It 
was only the good people, like. herself and Lisa, who found trouble riding 
on their' shoulders. But nobody ever said life was fair. She took the joint, 
sucked it till the glowing coal fell off, and pulled the pungent, 
intoxicating smoke all the way down to the pit of her belly. It felt good, 
and she held it there, mentally preparing the campsite for Debbie's 
punishment. 

 Chapter Eight 

"I don't care if it does sound silly. This is the first time I've ever been 
naked out in the open air, and I think it is absolutely fantastic! Yesterday 
I couldn't have done it. But, oh, God, tomorrow I may walk down the main 
street of San Leandro totally bare ass naked, with my big beautiful fits 
flopping and my freckled ass swinging like a sexy pendulum, and-" 

"And you're just likely to get your cute freckled ass raped again," Sam 
pointed out, laying his hand on her belly. Debbie sighed and covered his 
hand with her own. She rubbed the feel of him into her skin, and she was 
warmer than even the afternoon sun could make her. 

"Just look," she said, pointing to the westward. "Hills and valleys and 
mountains, and I can see a river, all silver in the sunlight, away off over 
there-the trees cover most of it, but you can see where it bends and flows. 
God, isn't it beautiful?" 

Sam laughed, nibbled her neck. "I've spent the last six years on a Colorado 
prison farm. If I never see the Rockies again, I can die, happy and 
contented." 

"I suppose you have a point," Debbie said, "but if you'd spent sixteen years 
in Mentor, Ohio, you'd think that was the most beautiful sight this side of 
heaven, spread out in front of us like a big happy dream." She Sighed. 

They were lying on. a blanket in the meadow below the cabin. It was too nice 
a day to spend it inside, and Debbie found a thrilling satisfaction in 
exposing her naked body to the sunlight and to nature. 

"I've spent worse Fridays," Sam admitted, slipping his arm around the girl. 
She moved closer and his fingertips brushed the side of her left fit. Debbie 
looked down, saw her pink nipple beginning to blossom for him. 

"It isn't Friday," she said. "This is Saturday." 

"Saturday? I must have lost count of the days." His face clouded. He cupped 
her breast firmly but lovingly. "When are you going back? To your friends, I 
mean? You know that you have to go. You can't stay here with me." 

"Why not?" 

"Because, goddamn it, I am on the run! I killed a man six years ago and, 
even if he needed killing, which I still think he did, the sovereign state 
of Colorado feels that it is entitled to fourteen years more repentance from 
me. And even if they kill me, I'm not going back. You know that they're 
looking for me. Right now they're looking for me. And if they should happen 
to find me up here, I don't want you hanging around and in the way. 
Anyway-I'd made my plans before you came along, kid. I was only gonna stay 
here till Sunday, then hit the frail again. I'm on my way to New Mexico and 
from-there, maybe across the border. Or maybe west to California. I don't 
know for sure." 

"See?" Debbie cut in. "If I hadn't come along you'd have gone on the wrong 
day. You'd have missed Sunday and moved out on Monday and they'd probably 
catch you then. You need me! I've already maybe saved your life." 

"In more ways than one, kid, more ways than one." He covered her mouth with 
his own and she kissed him hungrily. 

"Take me with you?" she purred. "I think you've spoiled me and ruined me. 
Now you've gotta do right by your victim." 

He didn't answer. His eyes were surveying the sky, and Debbie turned to see 
what' he was looking at. "My. God," she murmured softly, "it's beautiful! 
Isn't that a golden eagle?" He nodded. The bird swooped high and low in the 
free air beyond the mountain's drop off, his mighty wings spread widely, 
commandingly. Debbie shivered. "I've never seen an eagle," she said. "Except 
in zoos. Aren't they an endangered species or something?" 

Sam nodded. "Guys-like the guy who owns our little rustic hideaway, I'd 
imagine-rent helicopters and fly around blasting them out of the sky. The 
government knows about it, but they won't do a fucking thing to stop it. 
Somebody ought to rent a helicopter and fly around blasting senators and 
congressmen and Interior Department officials and a few governors and-oh, 
hell, this country would be better off if somebody snuffed all the fucking 
politicians every three or four years. it might put the fear of God into 
some of the rest. 

"But-" and he squeezed her tit. "Look at that bird, kid. He's an endangered 
species, sure as hell, but does he fly like it worries him a goddamned bit? 
Tomorrow some asshole may blow him out of the sky, but today he's a king and 
a god, and probably as good a king or god as the world has ever seen. Do you 
follow me, Debbie Marshall?" 

She shook her head. "I don't think so." 

"Well, let me put it into plainer English, then. You're an endangered 
species, too. You're a good kid, a nice girl. There aren't many of you left. 
Somebody's always trying to fuck with your kind, just like with 'the eagle. 
You hang around me, and I'll fuck you up. You don't need me any longer. What 
you have to do is fly. Just 'like that eagle. Be a queen and a goddess, 
because you've got it in you and you can be, if you're not afraid to fly. 
Those friends of yours-they'll blast you and think they've done something 
really hot shit. The trick is, don't hold still. I wish you were a few years 
older, kid. I wish I'd know you about 1968, and I wish we'd shacked up in a 
cabin then and gotten into each other the way we have today. If we had, I 
wouldn't be looking for some way to slip past the highway patrol and out of 
the state today. But that can't be changed, and it's not worth talking about 
anyway. Now, what I want you to do is to go back up to the cabin and put on 
your clothes and shoes and start hiking back down the trail you walked up. 
And don't look back. Will you do that for me, kid?" 

She looked into his eyes, wondering if he meant everything he'd told her. 
wondering if she had the, internal power to be an eagle. "1 don't think I'm 
ready," Debbie said softly; "My wings have only just started to flap." Their 
eyes locked in, held. She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to absorb 
strength from Sam's body, but there was no way she could prevent one hand 
from sliding down his chest, into his crotch. What she found there was 
strong and vibrant, and she wrapped her fist around it, moaning as his power 
tingled against her skin. 

"Do you need another lesson?" he whispered into her mouth and she nodded 
eagerly. The sun was low in the west, 'shining upon them, turning their 
bodies to shimmering gold, and the grass on which their blanket was spread 
gave off fragrant, fresh, natural aroma. Debbie inhaled, filling her lungs 
with the scent of nature, and she thought, What better way to become an 
eagle than to do it right here, in front of God and Colorado and the 
mountains and the valleys and the river and the sky. 

They lay down upon their sides, facing each other. It was the first time 
she'd fucked in this position but she seemed to know instinctively what to 
do. Sam pushed his pelvis at her and she lifted one leg, tossing it over his 
body, opening her cunt for the penetration of his dick. He kissed her, 
rubbing her pussy with the tip of his prick, and she reached under her leg, 
catching his rod at the base. Her fingers stroked gently and lovingly on his 
balls as he tickled her snatch, and then she bit his lip, knocked his hand 
away. Debbie grabbed Sam's rod firmly and wedged the tip into her vaginal 
mouth. With a moan she thrust toward him, sucking up his cock. She could 
smell honeysuckle and daisies and wild roses where they decorated the meadow 
around her and Sam, and her nostrils twitched with much the same kind of joy 
as her pussy felt, stuffed full of Sam's dong. 

"Ahhhhh ... Godddddd ... " Debbie moaned through clenched lips, working her 
cunt from side to side on Sam's thrusting penis. She dug at him with the 
heel of the foot she had thrown over his body, pulling him into her, forcing 
him to stuff more and more of his cock into her snatch-as if he had any more 
to give, or she any place to put it. 

"Mmm, my side is getting tired," she whimpered after five minutes or so of 
steady in-out fucking, and Sam grinned. 

"Over we go," he told her, and Debbie rolled onto her back. He came along, 
not breaking the connection of their sexes, although there was a short, 
unavoidable lag in his heavy stroking. 'She settled onto her ass, lifted her 
legs high, and he positioned himself between them. With a grunt, he made up 
for the momentary break in rhythm by, giving her half a dozen quick, 
furious, deep-plunging stabs that made. Goose bumps form on' Debbie's 
nipples and sweet honey leak from her split hole. She raised her knees even 
higher, pulling them back, feeling him slab deeper as she lifted herself. 

"There!" she called. "You're hitting it just right. Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, 
don't stop nowwwww!!!" 

She grabbed her legs; firm little hands seizing the backs of her 'knees, and 
she tried to keep herself pulled way, way up, so that her-pussy rose and his 
cock slid all the way in. She felt him plunging home, striking the back of 
her vagina with a pulsating jackhammer attack, felt the tip of his cock 
banging on the opening of her womb as if his, wicked dick meant to fuck her 
there, too. God, she cried silently, rocking with his thrusts, God, let it 
be like this forever!!! 

She looked past Sam's shoulder and it was hard to focus, for the sun was 
just to the left and its red glare was strong, but she was positive she 
could see that golden eagle still flying majestic wide circles in the blue 
sky, the king and guardian of all the broad expanse of territory below him. 
Me, she thought. That's what Sam wants me to be. But I'm not strong enough. 
I'm just a, dumb ugly girl- No! She wasn't dumb, she wasn't ugly, She'd 
never been dumb, and Sam had made her realize the beauty that lay within her 
and without. God, the was smoldering in that beauty right now-it threatened 
to consume her from within! "Put it to me,' darling," she whispered, shaking 
her ass to tempt him on. As if he needed temptation now when he was eight 
inches deep in her pussy, his inch-thick dong reaming her tight but 
persuadable lips. He grabbed her tit and handled it like the steering Wheel 
of a car, like he was driving on a very twisty, windy road, and she thrilled 
at the impassioned roughness of his caress. 

Debbie realized that she could rest the backs of: her ankles on his 
shoulders now, save herself the trouble of keeping them held back manually, 
and she did it. Her toes touched behind Sam's head, and her pussy was lifted 
as high as it could possibly be lifted, so that his dong filled her to 
overflow with every stroke. 

He gave her plenty of strokes, no two ways about it! His cock sawed into her 
tender but willing cooze like a knife cutting butter, and she was melting 
all around him, snatch full of hot cream sucked from her tingling ovaries. 
He felt nice inside her-thick and manly, a vein of hot passionate blood 
throbbing in his cock, pulsating against the vaginal walls that clutched him 
so lightly-and she could feel him swelling with the need to gush his cum. 
Debbie squeezed his neck with her ankles and thrust her pussy up at him, and 
she didn't care about the dangers of pregnancy. Not now. If he wanted to 
fill her quim with his scalding pecker-milk, he could do it, and she'd scoop 
up with her hands all the sweet juices that leaked from her. Scoop it up and 
stuff it back into her cunt, tamp it in with a ramrod if she had to, by God- 

"Come inside me this time," she whispered, looking up at his intense, 
fuck-glazed expression. "Shoot me full of your juicy stuff, please? 
Plecceceease?" 

And her hips wiggled on him, snaking, shaking, engulfing his rigid tool. Sam 
thrust into her, but she was already risen to swallow him, and he ground his 
loins on hers, squirming, his balls swinging and tickling the uplifted 
cheeks of her bottom. 

Debbie squeezed his neck again, reached low with her hands and grabbed his 
ass. She pinched at the hard, muscular buttocks and felt them tensing 
lusciously with each separate thrust of dick he fed her. Even more, she 
could feel his prong tensing, driven at least a mile up her seemingly 
endless tube of quim, and the knob of him, God, the knob had to be somewhere 
in her guts, fucking and swelling up enormously and then fucking some more. 

"Oh, Christ," Debbie panted, shaking her hips as she gobbled his dong 
with-her vicious, hungry twat. She felt her heels bump together behind his 
neck, and she grabbed harder at his ass, fingers slipping into the crack to 
pinch at the rear of his nut sac. Oooohhhh, God, the way he stabbed her when 
she did that! Plunging into her like a steam drill, filling her pussy with 
his throbbing masculinity, shoving so hard, so deeply, that bubbly cunt 
juice squished from her slit as if she were an. orange being squeezed for 
breakfast. Her crotch was wet with the stuff leaking from Debbie's pussy, 
and his crotch was soaked too, his pubic hair wet and matted. From the 
juncture of their bodies the hot, funky smell of sex was strong and 
all-pervading. Debbie couldn't smell honeysuckles and roses anymore-all she 
could smell was cunt. Her cunt. Reacting the way it had always wanted' to 
react, the way she'd never thought it would have the chance to react. "Fuck 
me," she groaned, "really flick luck fuck FUCK MEEEE!!!" Nothing else 
mattered. She didn't care if she never saw Ohio again. She wanted to lie 
here forever in this fragrant mountain meadow being fucked into a constant, 
never-ending nirvana. 

Suddenly he was out of her and, though she pulled with her heels around his 
neck, that cock simply wouldn't thrust itself back into her anxious, 
creaming pussy, and she knew that Sam was on the verge of squirting and 
that, once again, he'd withdrawn himself from her unprotected cunt before 
doing it. God, he was so considerate! But didn't he understand? She didn't 
care if he shot off inside her! In fact, she was dying to feel his dick 
exploding in the confines of her rippling orgasmic twat! 

She looked down her belly, saw him fisting his rod, and it was obvious that 
he meant to shoot off on her body again, the way he'd done twice before with 
such delicious-looking results. "No," Debbie panted, "don't waste it again!" 
Gurgling through clenched teeth, she unhooked her legs from around his neck 
and shoulders, then flipped herself around hastily. Her cunt itched 
terribly-she had to keep rubbing her thighs together in a vain but rewarding 
effort to quell that itch-and in a split' second she was on her' belly 
before him, her hands knocking his hands out of the way, grabbing his dick, 
pulling its ripe, fruity swollen length toward her mouth. 

If she couldn't have his cum in her pussy, she'd have it in her mouth, by 
God, and this time she'd 'drink every drop he gave her. Not a dab of semen 
would be wasted. Closing her eyes Debbie pushed his rod into her mouth and 
she began to suck up and down 'his shaft in quick, anxious gobbles, her 
tongue jerking and loving him as she ate his engorged tool. 

"You're. learning fast," he panted appreciatively, and she felt his hands on 
her body. A' finger speared into her quim and she clenched it in pussy 
muscles that were getting plenty of exercise and learning exactly why they'd 
been planted in her puss place. "A nutcracker snatch," Sam had told her in 
the cabin. "A natural nutcracker. If I hadn't popped you myself, I'd have 
never guessed you were an amateur." Some women never learned how to use the 
ring of muscles in their cunts, he'd told her, but she was learning, and it 
was heaven itself to know that she was teasing his finger, sucking it up her 
cooze, milking it with the action of her precocious pussy. 

Learning so well that she didn't have to do much concentrating now. She 
could lie there and fuck his finger like a pro while all her attention and 
love and care were devoted to the big eager prick being nursed in her wet, 
lush mouth. She hadn't drooled so much since the last Paul Newman movie 
she'd seen, but all that saliva was coating Sam's rod now, making it greasy, 
helping it slide in and out of her mouth without any hitches or tie-ups. She 
liked' that, and she liked it a lot more when he suddenly began to push his 
prick with a determined kind of insistence that brought the apple-sized knob 
of his dong almost into her throat itself. He'd told her that some women 
could suck cocks all the way into their throats, suck so hard, so deeply, 
that their lips were nuzzling their men's balls. Debbie wasn't sure if he 
was only putting her on, but the harder he fucked her willing mouth, the 
more she tended to believe him. Well, she wasn't ready for that. Not yet, at 
least. 

She could take him to the top of her throat but it felt as if she were being 
strangle4 from the inside out when he tried to push deeper and her throat 
muscles constricted, barring his way. Still, it was good enough, the way 
they were doing it now, and she knew that he'd have no grounds for 
complaining once she'd gobbled him to the hot, flooding come she knew he was 
capable of giving her. I might enjoy it a little bit, too, Debbie thought 
with a mental smirk. 

She was coming like a bandit now, her pussy a series of hot explosions all 
around his stabbing finger. 

But even as she sucked and climaxed so deliriously, she was fully aware that 
the old Debbie was long, and happily, gone. She could never be that meek, 
pushed-around little mouse again. She was a woman now. It had taken two 
rapes-if you could call what Sam did to her rape, and somehow she couldn't 
demean it with so nasty a word-but she was a woman and there was no turning 
back from that magical development. Oh, Jesus, she wanted to be with him 
always! He was her man. They were a team now. If he had to run from the 
police for the rest of his life, she would run with him. Somehow, she had to 
make him understand this. 

Debbie sucked, and her hand squeezed his nuts at the base of his rod. She 
could hear him groaning, feel his finger jiggling as it penetrated her 
cooze. He was getting close. Oh, Christ, she was already there! Her nipples 
were a mile long and tingling and throbbing and aching, and her tits felt as 
if they were made of lead. She could hardly breathe-of course, the big 
swollen cock in her mouth had a little something to do with that, but her 
lungs were contracting just as her pussy was rippling and contracting and 
she felt consciousness coming and going in split-second intervals. Gasping, 
she pulled his dick deeper into her mouth and she made her cheeks and lips 
as tight as they could be made, and she began to suck him like a vacuum 
cleaner. 

When the bum began to fly from him, she was prepared. She'd already felt the 
twitching of his balls where her fingers caressed them, and as she sucked, 
there was a noticeable fluttering in his dong, as if her tongue could detect 
the swift rise of cummy semen from his balls, through the tube of his gun, 
and then-oh God!-straight out his slitted opening and into her mouth, the 
stuff flying in huge gobs, strangling gobs, slick and slippery,. oozing down 
her throat as she sucked and swallowed, and her throat wasn't blocked off 
anymore, no, it was wide open, gulping, drinking the hot salty love-gift he 
poured into her, and her tummy grew lustfully anxious for the sperm that 
rolled down to gratify its hunger and fill its yearning cavity. 

This time she kept her mouth tight on, him and, though her cheeks puffed out 
with the weight and abundance of the semen Sam 'fed her, Debbie didn't lose 
a single flicking drop of his delicious juice. She could scarcely breathe 
while he came in her mouth, but she could drink his seed, and drink it she 
did, until he had no more to give her and his prick wilted like an orchid 
exposed to November chill. 

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. 

 Chapter Nine 

"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 mnage 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. 


End
