“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.