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.”