Ron Taylor - Raped cousin

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.

Lisas van was parked in the driveway, the only other vehicle around. That stood to reason. Lisas mom worked day shift and wouldnt be back for another couple of hours. But Holly wasnt interested in seeing Lisas 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. Its 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 couldnt sing for shit, but Holly really didnt mind. Holly couldnt 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 wasnt angry. Her face broke into an infectious smile and she kicked the shower door open. If youre 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 Hollys nearest lit. Holly squealed but she didnt 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 Hollys nipple for a sweet, cruel pinch, and then her hand fell away and she stood in the stalls 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, dont 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 Lisas. The tips of their noses bumped, then their chins, and then Lisas 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 friends 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 anothers 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 Hollys and Lisas 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. Lisas 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 Hollys shoulders at the moment, while Holly Hollys nimble hands guided the tip of the buzzing vibrator through Lisas 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 Lisas flat, smooth tummy. The water bathed them in its steamy, nonstop spray and both girls.were drenched now, from head to toe, but it didnt matter. Lisa grabbed Holly by the tits and steered her face to Hollys 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 follys 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 vibrators 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 Lisas legs, straddling it. The wet smooth thigh slammed home against Hollys twat and she felt her pussy lips spread to kiss Lisas leg and she began to move herself on her friends 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 Lisas pussy.

Wowwwww!! Lisa squealed, lifting, then falling. More of the vibrator entered her, and Hollys guiding fingers were plumb against the splay of Lisas twat-hole. Matted golden hair tickled Hollys 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 Lisas thigh between her legs, and she started to fuck the hell out of her girl friends eager, responsive pussy.

Their mouths kissed, and their tits rubbed together, nipples stiff and throbbing all around. Lisas hands were sliding up and down Hollys 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 Lisas 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 Lisas twat.

But not quite. They werent 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 Lisas 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 mothers purse and shed 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 Lisas bedroom, fucking each other silly with the white plastic cylinder that bore a small degree of resemblance to a stiff, uncircumcised cock whose foreskin hadnt retracted. First Lisa demonstrated on herself, to Hollys 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.