Valentine did more than just hang her thumb when she hitchhiked from San Francisco to San Diego. The naive young woman found it necessary to spread her tender thighs for every motorist who wanted to give her a ride. Even pretty girls driving big trucks had their eyes on Val's more private assets. By the time the buxom brunette arrived at her destination she was a hitchhiking whore, taking a fuck any way she could get it.
CHAPTER ONE
Valentine had heard stories about girls on the road. Some of her own girl friends had accepted rides from the wrong guys. They ended up having to entertain the driver and three of his buddies for several hours between their thrashing legs.
But Valentine had guts. She was on her way to San Diego come hell or high water. She'd be careful. Sure....
Valentine hung her thumb out beside Highway 1 in Carmel. Tall and slender with close-cropped hair, from a distance she must've looked like a boy to the driver in the beige '73 Oldsmobile with the Texas plates. He drove past. But when that lovely face began to register he stopped and began backing up. The car came to rest some distance ahead of her and a fat man chomping a cigar and wearing cowboy clothes got out and motioned to her with a broad sweep of his meaty hand. Valentine looked him over from where she stood. He began to motion impatiently and finally yelled, "Look, sister, get your ass over here pronto. I don't have the whole fucking day!"
Just then an old pickup pulled over next to Val. Two girls offered her a ride. The three women laughed at the "Texan" as they pulled off.
Valentine leaned out and yelled, "FUCK OFF, BUSTER!"
As soon as he heard himself being sworn at by a woman the man threw his cigar down in rage and jumped into his Olds. He slammed the door and gunned his motor, passing the girls on the right side illegally. His maneuver had stirred up clouds of dust and the three girls waited uncomfortably for the road to clear.
"Thanks," Val said. "My name is Valentine."
"I'm Adrian," the driver said, "and this is Clarissa. Is Valentine your real name?"
"It's my father's name. I inherited it. I have a first name that I don't like so I call myself Valentine, or Val if you like."
"Where are you bound for?" Adrian asked.
"I'm on my way to San Diego to see my boy friend," Valentine answered. She unconsciously began to play with the many rings she wore on her left hand. Most of them were silver and turquoise. The ones on her little finger seemed to have been made for children. They were rings she had had as a child. There was one stone that was darker blue than the others and set in gold.
"Did he give you that one?" Clarissa asked, pointing to the beautiful dark-blue ring.
"Yes," Val said, blushing, "you seem to be able to read my thoughts. It belonged to his grandmother, who brought it over with her when she emigrated from Russia. If you look close you can see tiny seed pearls and carved angels. It's my favorite ring. The stone is lapis lazuli. Aaron tells me that it's poisonous if you put it in your mouth. But it is a lucky stone for my sign. I'm a Sagittarius and the turquoise is supposed to bring financial good luck and the lapis lazuli is supposed to bring understanding and wisdom." Val hid her rings by sliding her left hand down to the seat. She smiled, then looked out of the window as if to tell them that she felt a little embarrassed talking about herself so much.
They drove on in silence awhile. The Big Sur area was lush and beautiful, and Valentine sighed as she looked out the window.
The girl driving, she noticed, was tall and strong. She had light-brown hair and skin that was the same shade but lighter. Her eyes were a soft gray with charcoal-colored lashes and brows. She had a healthy, virile beauty.
The girl seated next to her, Clarissa, had thick raven-black hair down to her waist. She was small and well rounded, with enormous violet eyes and black lashes. She was very pale and looked like a doll under her thick tresses.
Val leaned back against the seat of the truck so that the sun fell on her through the window. She sat there daydreaming and enjoying the beautiful May weather. Her thoughts were on Aaron. Aaron was out on a cruise doing research for the Scripps Institute of Oceanography. He was becoming an expert on the mating habits of whales. Val wondered how his beautiful tanned body would look after several months at sea. She hoped that he didn't come back looking like shoe leather, or his beautiful dark-golden hair like seaweed. She was dreaming of the places they would go together when she got there. And how glad he would be to see her earlier than usual.
Suddenly Adrian stopped the truck and jumped out. Clarissa followed and they both raced across the meadow toward the woods. Val wondered if this was the end of her ride or whether she was supposed to follow. She followed them until they all came to a stream which rushed over rocks, widening at one spot to form a large pool with a little sandy shore.
Clarissa pulled her long dress over her head. She wore no underwear. She was tiny and plumpish at the same time. Her skin dazzled with punctuated by the black, shiny hair at her cunt and underarms. She laughed at the others and dove in. Adrian was pulling off her jeans and Val followed suit. She ripped off the short sweater she wore and began to struggle with her boots. Finally, she removed her star-studded jeans. She was a little embarrassed that she wore a bra and panties. She got rid of them as quickly as she could. She loved the feeling of fresh air and sunlight on her body and she lingered where the pale sun slanted across her golden skin. She stretched her long and lovely frame and followed Adrian into the pool.
Adrian's gray eyes flashed as she saw Val dive in after her. The crystal water allowed all three of them to view one another's beautiful bodies. After a while Valentine realized that there was none of the embarrassed roughhousing she was used to in the Girl Scouts when the group went in "skinny dipping." This was becoming a frankly sexual experience.
These girls are Lesbians, she thought to herself. The cold water excited her. Her nipples were puckered and hard and her whole body shivered with the sensation. She had always pictured Lesbians differently-as dreary, unattractive, middle-aged women with leather jackets and butch wax. These girls were beautiful, each in her own way. I don't have anything to fear, she told herself. Obviously, they don't want to hurt me. This is a pleasant experience, so far, she thought, and I have a lot to learn about the world. The only way to find out is to let it happen.
Val watched the other two nymphs cavort with each other in the clear water. Having seemed to sense Val's decision, the two girls left off playing with each other and began swimming over to Valentine. Adrian's hand touched her first, and then Clarissa's violet eyes swam up and peered lovingly at Val. Clarissa took Val's breast and began to tease the sensitive nipple. Adrian smiled and took Val's other breast in her stronger hands and began to rub with a circular, grinding motion. Clarissa kissed Val's throat and moved her mouth up the wet expanse of Val's neck to her ear. Val went limp and felt herself slip underwater. She saw Adrian's capable hand reach down after her and pull her softly back to the surface.
"Let's get her to the beach," Adrian said, "before we drown her out here."
Val didn't mind leaving the water. The heat of her body was overpowering the chill sensation of the stream.
Clarissa took hold of the inside of one of Val's tight, silky thighs and helped Adrian swim her to shore. Val felt herself being propelled along by the two gentle nymphs. This is wonderfully pleasant, she thought. Water careened around her body and washed it. She surrendered herself to the sensation as she had to her strange passion for these girls.
At shore Val helped herself onto the beach. The girls soothed her body with their caresses as she rested. Desire was growing in her golden pussy and she wanted to open her thighs to the sun.
Val felt her cuntlips being violated for the first time by a girl as Clarissa's small, agile fingers found her warm secrets.
Val gave a tiny shriek.
"Please don't worry; we won't hurt you," Clarissa said. Val closed her eyes and lay back on the sand. Adrian put her hand to Valentine's snatch and parted her pussylips. Her long fingers slowly entered her cunt. Val gasped each time the finger went a fraction deeper into her snatch. Clarissa joined in by placing both of her small hands on Valentine's breasts.
Erotic sounds issued from Valentine's throat into the thin spring air as Adrian's fingers rubbed back and forth in her warm cunt. Clarissa moaned, too, as she pinched the nipple of Val's breast. Clarissa took the plum-pink bunch of flesh into her mouth.
Val felt a little self-conscious about being the total center of attention. She reached over to Clarissa's thick, hanging fruit and pulled on them. Clarissa's plump, sexy body melted on top of Val's. Their nipples met and Val's fiery-hot skin puckered and sent wavelets of pleasure throughout her body. Clarissa's groans became more abandoned and she pressed her full breasts against Val's handful.
Adrian now had two hand's at Valentine's sweet snatch. She was working the cunt mouth with one and the red nubbin of Val's clitoris with the other. Val felt Adrian pull out her finger and put it to her nose.
"What a wonderful springtime smell," Adrian stated absently.
Val thought back to the last time she'd had sex. It was months ago. And that's why she smelled so sweet, too. No sex in so long.
Adrian lowered her head and blew lightly on the sensitive tissues of Val's cunt. Val liked being treated so gently, and with such smiles all the way around. Val was falling into a quiet passion, almost asleep with ecstasy, when Adrian's hot, pointed tongue flicked at her clit.
"Jesus Christ!" Valerie said suddenly.
Clarissa watched, approving of all that was happening. She still kept her tit ground against Val's, the two mounds heightening each other. Val's long left arm extended under Clarissa, and she realized that all this time she had her fingers insinuated gently at Clarissa's pussylips. Val combed apart the long dark pubic hair covering Clarissa's cunt. Clarissa leaned onto the hand and slipped her tit off Val's. Val moaned a wanton sigh.
Adrian heard the moan and took it as a signal to dip her tongue as deep as she could into Val's moist snatch. Valerie's moans increased as the agile little tongue found its way to her clitoris. Heat washed her body like a river of pleasure as her excitement began to be concentrated at her feverish cunt.
Clarissa saw what Adrian was doing and took it as a challenge. She put her round, fleshy mouth to Val's breast and sucked hard on the small mound of flesh. Vacuum pressure shocked Val's sensitive breast and she raised her chest up toward that powerful pull. She dug her fingers deep into Clarissa's juicy cunt in response. All three moaned and cooed, speaking an intimate sexual language.
Val loved the feeling of the slippery juice on her fingers. She smeared her hand completely in the love fluids before daring to dig the tip of her fuck-finger into the labia. The cuntlips spread easily as the finger became encircled by the tight muscle of the opening to Adrian's vagina. Val moved slowly as her knuckles, one at a time, became lost inside the hot, slick tunnel.
Clarissa began grinding her hips softly at Val's hand. Val tried as hard as she could to concentrate on the hand and the cunt that moved on top of it, but the ministrations at her own cunt distracted her. Adrian was now into the mouth of the cunt itself with her taut tongue. She was reaming the opening, loosening up the muscles and driving Val to the extremes of manipulative pleasure. Adrian tried to smile with a faceful of pussy hair as Valentine reached down with her free right hand and caressed her soft, fine hair.
Clarissa decided she was not getting enough herself as she slid around so that her head was pointing toward Val's feet. She put her legs around Val's head and pulled Val's pretty heart-shaped mouth to her little cunt. Val felt herself being propelled by both Adrian's practiced legs and a driving desire to taste the glistening cunt. There were little drops of cunt juice on the hair that looked like diamonds on woven gold. Valentine reached out her tender tongue and with the tip took one of the droplets into her mouth. It tasted both sweet and salty.
All this time Adrian and Clarissa were still fondling, caressing and sucking at her. Val was at a pitch of calm pleasure that she'd never attained before. With men it had been an exciting, hypersexual trip, which she liked very well. But she had never felt anything so calming and sexual at the same time.
Clarissa's full, sexy body suddenly convulsed on Val's manipulative hand. She had never felt another woman's orgasm before. It surprised her that it could be such an intense experience for her to feel it. The tremors ran up her arm like playful water eels. Her heart jumped and her arm twitched in sympathy.
Slowly Clarissa slumped her satisfied body off of Val's still excited one. Though she moved off very easily and slowly it seemed to Val that she was suddenly without anything on her left arm, or pressed against her left breast. Her puckered, purple-pink flesh tightened as the cool air brushed over where Clarissa's hot mouth had been.
Adrian's fervor told her that she needn't go unsatisfied herself and the strong girl's tepid mouth still dug deeply into Val's needy twat. Val began to concentrate on the sixty-nine they were performing. It felt strange and wonderful, like an unbroken circle, to be able to do this with another woman. There was a continuous connection of tongue-to-twat that pleased her.
The two fucking figures that remained developed a rhythm. Each would pull out her tongue while the other was pistoning hers in. Val grabbed Adrian's smooth, long-boned thighs and pulled herself with them as she kept digging her pumping tongue into the small girl's twat.
Val's body was sandy and sweaty. But she had the wonderful feeling of being able to feel everything around her: the grains of sand, the cool breeze, the sticky pleasure of sex, and the cunt at her mouth.
The pressure in her belly was expanding rapidly as Adrian's moans increased in volume. Val realized that sounds were issuing unaware from her own mouth, and it was as if they were calling some wild thing to help them in their hour of sexual need. Clarissa had recovered from her early orgasm and answered the call. She took a tight nipple of each of them in her small hands and squeezed them into softness. The two sandy bodies ground against each other in passion. Val felt Adrian's firm mounds of flesh bounce against her belly. They gave and became slightly spongy, however, when they met the hardness of Val's young stomach. She dug her wet tongue into the soaking snatch. She stared at the tight whorl of Adrian's anus as the larger woman winked it as she came.
Val was at a loss. Both women had come. Clarissa had come first, so that she could now be of help. But her fingers on the nubbins of Valentine's hard purple nipples were not enough. Val needed sex so much now that it was hard for her to find satisfaction.
Clarissa saw that her ministrations were not enough for heated Valentine, and she rolled spent Adrian's young body aside. Val felt her lithe legs being spread as Clarissa slipped hers in between them.
"We live in a Lesbian commune south of Big Sur," Clarissa related matter-of-factly. "We are searching for alternative life-styles. I do macrame for the gift shops, and Adrian farms, but in our spare time we search for alternative ways for women to enjoy one another. I'll show you my contribution to the growing catalog of divers means."
Val looked on a little surprised as Clarissa continued to direct her in assuming a position where each of them had her legs between the other's: one leg between two breasts and the other behind the other's backside. This enabled their pussies to touch across the lips. Val waited as Clarissa turned her small hips a bit so that the wet, succulent lips were parallel and suctioning noisily at each other.
Val felt her soft labia being expertly massaged with the cuntlips of the other woman's. Even the wet, slippery sound excited Val. She felt the juices from each of their cunts flow into the frictionous area where they were heated and sent off the most pungent, sweet odor. It was not fishy like with a man, but smelled like some honey-flavored wine, intoxicating and wonderful.
Clarissa moved her fleshy hips with the rhythm of a professional. She held onto Val's tightened legs and pulled their two cunts together with vigor. She almost wore a smile of glee on her face as she started working her inflamed clit against the soft wetness of Val's labia.
Val was catching on, both in her eager passion to please and in acquired ability. She grabbed Clarissa's legs and twisted them gently back and forth so that their cunts rotated on each other. Clarissa lost control and flowed with the pleasure that Val directed. Her eyes turned up and watered as Val manipulated both of their juicy cunts toward orgasm.
Adrian had by this time recovered and was getting very hot herself by having to watch. Her eyes were wide-open in awe and her large hands were at her own crotch. She slowly moved her open palms over the entire area of her pubic hair, rubbing the hair to glistening beauty, and rubbing her clit to a mass of pleasure. Adrian slipped one capable hand up her chest and began fondling herself with the practiced motions of a baker kneading dough. Her nipple would expand to between her thumb and forefinger as her hand pressed across her tit. She would then roll it between these two manipulators until the brown smoothness had turned into a reddened, tight area of ecstasy.
Clarissa had seen what Adrian was doing for herself and responded by reaching a helping hand out and pulling Adrian toward them. Val smiled through the haze of her approaching orgasm as Adrian moved nearer with eagerness. It flashed through Val's mind that she didn't know how another could fit into the neat system that she and Clarissa were entangled in, but she wanted to include poor Adrian.
Clarissa seemed to have the situation in hand, though, as she directed Adrian's mouth to her small, hard nipple. Adrian went down to it like a sweet little baby suckling at her mother's breast. Val saw the large girl's legs swing over so that the pussy was down from her but right in view. She took the tip of one exploratory finger and probed the opening to her cunt. All three girls moaned.
Val appreciated the easy, natural way the three of them were interacting. No one was being left out and no one's sexual feelings were injured. She wondered at the jealousy and possessiveness she usually experienced in heterosexual relationships and decided that that must be a part of any sexual relationship. That was one facet of this experience she wanted to avoid.
During this afternoon's sexual enjoyment she felt that she could really relate to Adrian and Clarissa. Val felt warm and comfortable with them. She relaxed and began to take in all the sensations that her body afforded. Soon her orgasm came and she lay warm and sticky in the sand.
Adrian and Clarissa understood as Val eased her way out of the mesh of human bodies.
"Ouch!" Clarissa winced as Valentine's rings became entangled in her long hair.
"I'm sorry," Val apologized as she hastened to untangle the raven strands. "I have short hair and it never gets caught so I forget I have them on."
She finally separated from the two distracted girls. They went about regaining momentum with feverish intensity. Val saw the signs of orgasm materializing on Clarissa's face. Beads of sweat were forming about her brow. The complexion of the fuller-bodied woman reddened and darkened just a bit. Val could see the strain of trying to prolong the moment visible upon Clarissa's broad face.
The shiny, shimmering liquid began to flow from out of Clarissa's cunt as Valentine watched. Clarissa shook like a leaf in the wind as her orgasm swept through her body. Adrian had not been satisfied yet and Val ached in sympathy.
Valentine leaned toward Adrian's solitary cunt and sucked the hot clitoris into her warm mouth and flicked the point with the tip of her hard tongue. Adrian's orgasm came in a warm flow of joy juice all over Val's face. She felt as if she were gently floating down some quiet, warm stream, being washed by the lapping waves. Valentine drank in the heady liquid.
CHAPTER TWO
The evening's cool air came upon them as the three girls lay in the sand nude. Adrian stirred a little to find a more comfortable place for her head on Val's lap.
"Why don't we go to the lodge tonight?" Clarissa asked sweetly, moving closer to Val's warm body.
"Is that your commune?" Valentine asked, remembering Adrian's comment earlier that afternoon.
Adrian stirred from under the waves of damp black hair that streamed from Clarissa's head profusely. The two other bodies which were intertwined with hers had to move also. Val felt the cool air disturb her comfort. She realized they would all be cold and damp in the evening air should they become untangled. The three of them huddled closer.
Adrian finally answered, "Yes. We'd like you to join, too. We'll have to ask Janet if it's all right, but I'm sure that once you ball her it will be." Adrian and Clarissa laughed.
The idea didn't appeal to Valentine. This adventure by the stream was one thing and the daily politics of the Lesbian commune seemed to her quite another. She was sure the atmosphere would be restrictive and cloying. And she was thinking of Aaron.
"I'll think about it," Valentine said as she reached for her panties and bra.
"You don't need those," Adrian said, pulling the lace garments out of Val's long fingers. Valentine laughed and nodded agreement. The two girls struggled to tie the undergarments around a long, loaf-shaped stone on the shore. Adrian took the bundle and gave it a mighty heave into the center of the pool, where the water was deepest. Val watched the naked figure of the woman heave the stone with a graceful, muscular ease. They dressed and began walking back to the truck beside the highway.
Val's damp, sandy clothes rubbed against her tender skin. She particularly felt the grating of sand at her groin, where the folds of cunt flesh trapped it. She walked a bit more gingerly. The other girls would be going home to a shower, but she had to hit the road and she would need to be able to walk without pain.
The three women saw that there was an old van pulled up behind their truck. Adrian and Clarissa smiled and ran to meet the boy that sat shyly behind the wheel. Clarissa went over to the truck and pulled him out, steering him over to introduce him to Valentine.
"This is my Michael," she said, grinning. "He's brought us some supplies from 'Frisco." Adrian was loading things from the back of his van into the truck.
"Valentine," Clarissa asked seriously, "have you decided to come with us or to hit the road tonight?"
"I'd really like to be getting on my way. I want to surprise my friend in San Diego. But I do thank you for inviting me. And also for the pleasant afternoon we spent together."
The girls beamed from ear to ear and the young man beside them seemed to be in on the secret. He flushed scarlet. Is he homosexual? Val pondered.
"If you do want to hit the road, Michael can give you a ride. You'll be safe with him," the girls laughed. Adrian ruffled his curly hair, to Michael's consternation.
Adrian picked four large, ripe avocados from the back of her truck. "Here, you two. Take these with you in case you get hungry," she said. The two girls got into the truck and waved as they drove off.
Without saying a word to her the young man got into his van and opened the far door for Val. As she hopped up onto the seat he seemed to carefully avoid looking at her.
"Michael," Valentine asked, "would you like some avocado?"
"Yes, I would," Michael answered quickly. He was obviously uneasy with her and yet he seemed to be glad she was being friendly with him. "I have some salt and pepper in the glove compartment," he added. "Back in the van there's some sourdough bread from San Francisco."
He jumped out of the seat and went to open the back of the van, bringing a fresh loaf into the cab. Both of them ate in silence. Val couldn't help noticing Michael's shyness and his beautiful profile. He seemed quite young to her, possibly in his late teens. He seemed to know that he was being looked at, and glanced over at Val with a fearful gaze. Those eyes! Val put two and two together. He's Clarissa's brother, obviously. That's what she meant by introducing him as "my" Michael.
Michael blushed and lowered his head a little as he drove on. "I have something to confess," Michael blurted out. "I've been worried all this time that you knew about it. I went over to the pool to find Clarissa and Adrian and came upon the three of you unexpectedly." He was obviously fighting his embarrassment. Valentine saw that he wanted to finish relating the story. "I didn't expect to see what I saw and as soon as I realized what was happening I came back here. Honest."
Val tried to soothe his embarrassment by assuring him that it was their fault for cavorting around in the open.
"You know, I'm sure glad my boy friend didn't see that," she added seriously. "I can't imagine what he'd think."
After the avocado sandwiches the two of them started off down the highway. Night was falling and Valentine was uncomfortable in her sandy sweater and jeans.
"May I take my clothes off?" she asked. "There's sand everywhere and it's pretty uncomfortable."
"Sure," Michael consented. "I can give you my T-shirt so you can cover up if you want." He looked straight ahead down the highway.
Valentine took hold of the edge of her wet sweater and pulled it over her head and off her lithe body in one motion. Val felt her firm tits jiggle as she had her hands poised over her head. Michael still faced forward, but it was obvious to Val that he was enjoying her youthful firmness also. His eyes were trying to find an opening in the side of his head. Val chuckled to herself and stretched so that her breasts went sort of flat and her nipples puckered out like hard, pointed buttons.
Val felt the van speed through the night even faster. Michael was trying to play it cool, but the sight of Val's beautiful body was moving him even from the periphery of his vision. His long black lashes blinked at the oncoming traffic.
Val was slumped down so that no one but a truckdriver in a semi could see her bare chest. She turned and contorted to find a comfortable position on the seat.
Michael didn't know what to think about what was happening on the seat next to him. When he had seen what was going on at the swimming hole he was sure that Val was one of "those" kinds of girls, like his sister. But she mentioned a boy friend. And she must know how her behavior was affecting him. Was she coming on to him or not? Confusion ruled in his mind and he drove faster and faster.
"Jesus!" Val screamed, "would you slow down!"
Michael looked at her for the first time. The streetlights illuminated her naked breasts sporadically. She was tugging the zipper of her wet jeans past pubic hair. He gasped and moaned. Those are such beautiful globes of flesh, he thought to himself. And they seemed to be sort of staring back at him. His dark eyes watered with emotion and resembled Clarissa's eyes the first time the slight sister had seen Val's naked form.
The girls' joke about him being "safe", what did it mean? Val wondered. If he was "different" in the same way his sister was, then, of course, it meant she was safe from sex. And yet she watched the bulge in his pants begin to grow from his tense body and it heightened her own interest. Maybe they mean he's too young, she guessed. And her stirring feelings were tinged with guilt. Experimentally she toyed with one of her soft pink nipples, rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb until the soft area hardened into a knob and became exquisitely sensitive.
Michael's driving became dangerously erratic. He nearly hit a telephone pole, then an oncoming car. Val drew her breath in sharply and laughed when they swung into the clear. Her experiment had yielded clear results.
"Michael, let's pull over so that we can both get some rest and get control of ourselves," she suggested in a voice that was soothing and almost maternal. Valentine realized that she had never lied to Aaron. Would she be able to tell him about Adrian and Clarissa? And now Michael as well? She wondered if the maternal concern she felt for Michael's confused and budding adolescent sexuality was entirely selfless. Aaron's strong male figure loomed up in Val's imagination. He seemed so benevolent and so mature. Surely he would forgive these casual, practically unavoidable experiences.
Confused thoughts spun around in Val's mind. She hadn't realized that Michael had already pulled over onto a wide dirt shoulder and was staring at her with his own confusion and desire evident. Michael's large dark eyes fixed on Val's shimmering breasts. The moonlight angled in through the windshield so that the two milky globes took on an iridescence and glowed with an eerie halo. Even Valentine was hypnotized by the shine.
Michael twitched the corners of his mouth nervously. His thin body was electrified with desire. He pulled off his T-shirt and handed it to Val. His motions were those of a sleepwalker. Val took the shirt and put it down beside her in the cab of the van. Michael looked surprised and kept on shivering.
"Listen, why don't we lie down in the back until you're feeling better?" Val again suggested.
Michael opened his eyes wide and blinked them rapidly. It appeared he knew just what she meant by "feeling better."
Michael spread the curtain that separated the cab from the large space in the back. The curtain was one of those tie-dyed pieces of cloth that look most appropriate adorning an old van. Michael slipped in easily over the engine compartment. Val had more trouble. He kept his eyes glued to her wobbling boobs as he helped her in.
Val watched as Michael lit a candle. She thought that it was quaint. His touch had been light and able for someone so young. She liked his coy reluctance to join her in the supine position she'd assumed on the mattress in the back.
Val found herself fascinated by Michael. She held her hand out to him. He reached over and touched the tip of her fingers without moving the rest of his body. Val gently took hold of his fingers and pulled him slowly toward her body. Her heart began beating in big thumps. She was caught off guard by the surprise of that beating in her chest and Michael seemed to notice also. He looked at her chest, then at her tits. Such firm but supple mounds of flesh.
Val then realized what had been fascinating Michael. She pulled him softly beside her and guided him on top of her. He landed as gently as a leaf. He let out a moan as his young body came in contact with her breasts.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Valentine whispered into Michael's ear as he slipped onto her.
"No," Michael said, suddenly still. "I've ... I've been afraid...." He obviously had not completed what he was going to say.
"Afraid of what?" Valentine asked in a warm, friendly tone.
"Of myself. When I found out about Clarissa I thought ... well, everyone says I'm too pretty to be a boy ... I know they're just kidding but I had doubts because I ... was afraid of women."
"Oh!" Val said seductively. "If you're afraid that you aren't attractive to women, forget it. That sure isn't your problem." She smiled and rubbed her chest against him to put him at ease.
"Besides that," he said, hesitating, "I think I may be ... a little small. In the gym sometimes I look at the other guys and I think I'm sort of on the small side."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that size isn't important?" she asked soothingly. Michael put a nervous hand on one of Val's soft mounds. As soon as he heard her muffled sounds of pleasure he started in on her in earnest. Val felt a throbbing at her thigh and wondered if anyone's cock ever pounded with such eagerness before. She wondered if he was rushing it.
Val leaned tactfully over to Michael's ear and whispered, "Slow down, darling, or you'll come in your pants."
Just then she felt him vibrate and noticed a warm feeling at her thigh.. He'd come just by feeling her up! She was amazed and a little pleased that she affected him so strongly. But the hot feeling at her own groin itched and bothered her. Her own desire had been building since she took off her sweater.
Michael rolled off her quickly in an embarrassed state. "I'm sorry," he cried. "Please forgive me." He was holding his wet pants at the groin, and his head dropped so that his beautiful profile was brought out by the candlelight. He looked angelic and innocent like no one had ever looked to Val in her life. Maybe this is what my beautiful Aaron was like ten years ago, she mused. She thought of Aaron's manliness, his breezy confidence and guessed that it had once been quite different.
Val forgot her own need and went to comfort Michael. She kissed his mouth sweetly, her long hand holding his chin up so that their lips could meet. She felt the wetness at her thigh and pulled off her pants quickly. She'd forgotten that she had thrown away her underwear and it felt strange to be so suddenly and completely nude. Michael was as yet too embarrassed because of his premature ejaculation to noice the furry little patch of pubic hair glisten as Val approached him.
His shoulders moved up and down as he sobbed, and Val laid her hand gently upon one shoulder. His crying slowed down and the jumping of his shoulders decreased. Val slowly rubbed the palm of her hand over his hairless chest and truck.
"Now, now!" Val said in a very adult voice. "What's the matter?"
"I can't do anything right." His crying began again, then ceased. "I'm so clumsy."
"It isn't wrong to come like that," Val said frankly. "It's only natural if you've never had sex before."
Michael blushed at her earnestness and rubbed the wet spot in his pants. Val's hand was still gliding gently over his chest as he smiled broadly. His awkwardness was disappearing as his slight hand went to rest on the patch of velvety pussy hair. Val was reassured that Michael was not permanently impaired by the incident.
"Take off your pants first," she said slyly, knowing that he might have the same problem a second time if he persisted.
Michael hesitated. Then he said as boldly as he could, "You take them off for me."
"Sure, darling," Val laughed. The game was becoming fun once again. All seriousness was dispelled by their laughter.
Michael smiled a devilish grin. Val was taken aback by the change in him. Sex was giving him a cockiness not often found in someone so young. Actually, just the contact with her cuntlips was doing it. Val felt a warmth emanating from her cunt as Michael's fingers found her clit.
"Ohhhhmmmm!" she groaned in unfettered joy. She was still trying to get his pants off him. She tugged at his wide belt and finally got it unclasped. His jeans were the button-fly variety, and difficult for a girl to get at as she lay on her back having her clitoris stimulated. She began to writhe and Michael responded by pressing on.
"You like that?" he asked, really expecting an answer.
"Ah ... ah ... ah, yeah!" was all Valentine could say.
She felt this young novice manipulating her like an old pro. Her body jumped and twitched at his will. She had to forget about his pants. He didn't seem to mind, though, as he continued to press with his finger on her clit, and put a hand on her breast. This calmed her a bit, and just sort of held her still.
Val reacted to the combination of forces working at her. She needed release, and she also wanted to be carried on this floating sensation of ecstasy indefinitely. Her body ground against Michael's oncoming hand as she reached to his beautiful head and pulled it toward hers. She began kissing it profusely; his mouth and eyes and cheeks. He slowly lost control of Val's body as she took over.
Val moved him around so that his body was beside hers on the mattress. As he lay there she unbuttoned his pants the rest of the way and began to slide them down his narrow hips. She was surprised to find no pubic hair until she got directly at the throbbing bulge. The sparse wisps of hair shimmered in the candlelight as his cock sprung out of its confines.
Both Valentine and Michael gasped. Michael gasped to be free, and Val gasped to see the turgid, pale member. She had expected a dark-purple tool like Aaron's, but she had forgotten that Aaron was at least ten years older than Michael and had had quite a lot more experience. The sexual organs of men and women change with age and experience, she remembered.
Michael seemed embarrassed as Val just kept looking at his cock and thinking to herself. He seemed to want to run, or to grab her, or anything except to be stared at. Val's gaze froze him and he couldn't move until Val looked up at his dark eyes. He then slid his hand down her soft, firm belly, squeezing as he went. His fingertips rested on the edge of her well-defined patch and he began to draw circles in the fluff.
Before he could regain control of the situation Val dropped her head to Michael's engorged cockhead and slurped the organ into her hot mouth.
"OOOOHH! JESUS CHRIST!" Michael yelled in surprised passion as his cock was sucked greedily into Val's mouth.
She felt it throbbing bigger and bigger. She washed it around in her mouth as she fondled the dangling balls with her light fingers. They began to recede away from her touch. She watched them wrinkle into hard, rigid orbs of pure sensitivity.
She rubbed her tongue along the bottom of his cock and felt his body tense into a mass of muscle. For someone so thin he was sure strong. He grabbed Val's head and shoved it back and forth on his aching cock. She slurped and groaned hungrily.
Michael was in the throes of great pleasure as Val sucked while he pulled her head off his cockhead. This created greater suction on the tender organ. Val also blew as he pushed her head on his cock so that it filled with air and Michael acted as if he were going to explode. The van shook with their play. Valentine sensed that he was approaching another orgasm and she didn't want him to come before she had a chance to. He might not be able to finish off her own need.
"I need it, too," Val pleaded.
"I ... know ... I ... know...." Michael kept saying as if he weren't quite convinced.
Michael slowly mobilized and slid on top of Valentine's waiting body. The two hearts pounded so that it was hard to tell which was the more violent. Val moaned and tried to position herself for Michael's entry.
It was obvious to Val that Michael had never done this before as he searched about sporadically for the appropriate opening. His sweating body slid all over her as he tried to find her cuntlips with his cockhead. The heated bulb ran up and down Val's thighs so that she thought that he might come even without having penetrated. Suddenly, almost by accident, his turgid cock slipped easily into her gaping cunt. Val felt the heat of her pussy rise as the rod was rammed up into her as far as it could go on a single stroke.
Michael smiled and collapsed slightly upon Val's body. She felt his relief in having finally found entry. She harbored his cock securely in her twat. No one had ever done this for him before. She felt new and wonderful feelings as she watched the expression change on Michael's face as he began to realize that he was really fucking for the first time.
"Somehow I thought it would be a lot different," he gasped in spurts.
"You have to get used to it," Valentine consoled.
"No, I like it fine," Michael answered. "It's just that it feels like my entire body is surrounded by your cunt."
"The most sensitive part of your body is," she laughed as he began to move just a little.
"Ohhhh, God!" he screamed. "That's all of my body. I can't feel anything else."
Val was experiencing something similar. All of her feeling was concentrated at her cunt and registered the friction the pistoning rod was causing. She felt her vaginal walls seeping fluid and she knew that her orgasm was growing inside her. Flames seemed to lick her entire supple form as Michael's speed increased.
Michael arched his back on each outstroke as if he were caught in a trap and it was difficult to extract himself from it. But each time he pushed his tender member in, he pushed it to the hilt. This was obviously a trap he wanted to be enmeshed in.
Val raised her legs so that her thighs touched her chest. Her cunt became larger and Michael sank deeper into her juicy hole. She felt her pussylips grind up against his soft pubic hair. The scarcity of hair made her have a twinge of guilt concerning his tender age and the lascivious position she had placed herself in. Aaron's image loomed before her. She put her legs back down to resume the missionary position.
"God, no!" Michael screamed. "Don't do that." He forced her legs back up to her ears with his strong young arms. "Please," he pleaded, "say it's all right."
She relaxed and smiled at him to let him know that she gave herself over to him to be fucked without worry.
Michael's strokes were very rapid. He had barely been able to go slowly at all. At first his inexperience kept him moving at a moderate pace, but now his quick, darting thrust overwhelmed Valentine. He was like a human jackhammer. She felt herself being shot into ecstasy. He was moving so quickly that she knew she couldn't keep up with him and she let herself be taken away.
Val felt the telltale flowing of her fluids by her cuntlips, and she knew she was about to come. But Michael didn't let up. He was frantically trying to bring on his own orgasm. Val tried to quell her own imposing climax, but it was no use. The pink cuntlips were suddenly on fire as the copious juices flowed past them.
Michael groaned and Val realized that he understood what was happening. He picked up speed, but it was too late. Val collapsed in a sensuous heap. Michael gave up his endeavor, because Valentine's limp body thrashed so much from his onslaught that he couldn't keep on fucking her. He pulled out and grabbed himself again. Obviously he was hurting and needed release.
Valentine looked through her own post-orgasmic haze and saw the contorted expression on his face. She struggled reluctantly out of the ecstasy she'd found and reached for his cock. She had to peel back his fingers, which held securely to his member.
"Allow me," she said, smiling at the confused youth.
She saw that the pale cock had turned red and was throbbing. Michael growled like an injured animal.
Val leaned down and sucked the sore-looking cock into her mouth. Michael groaned again and she saw that his balls were jumping erratically. Val took loving care with his cock and worked her mouth tenderly around the organ. This time Michael was too weak in his excitement to take hold of her head and pump with it. He had to let her minister to his needs the way she thought best.
Slowly Val turned the cock around in her warm lips, biting gently to test the rigidity of the member. She would've teased even more if she had had the strength. But she could barely even blow him as she would've liked to because of her flushed and enervated state. Michael seemed to think that she was doing more than a fine job on him as he arched his thin hips and gaped his mouth widely.
Val could tell by his tenseness that it wasn't going to take much to make him come.
"Ohmigod!" Michael gasped, "go faster, just a little faster!"
Val enjoyed having him literally in the palms of her long, golden hands. She felt playful and a little aloof and she didn't want to get it over with. First she scrubbed the silky head with the flat of her tongue as she fondled his basket of balls. She liked to feel them jump to her touch. She then began swallowing the cock as deep as she could. Just as his cockhead was insinuated against the opening to her throat she felt his thick member pulse. Valentine involuntarily gagged and pulled her mouth off his cock just before cum spurted the length of his hairless torso. His wiry body convulsed for several minutes, then lay still. Valentine amused herself by drawing designs with the sticky cum on Michael's prostrate body.
CHAPTER THREE
Sunlight filtered through the windshield of the van and beamed back past the open tie-dyed curtains onto Valentine's hair. Her usual caramel-colored locks, warmed in the morning light, took on a redder hue-almost a soft apricot. After a few minutes the rays slanted upward onto her forehead. She turned over on her side and curled up to avoid the waking rays. Finally, after the sunlight again found her face, she opened one eye. Michael was awake and watching her. She closed her eyes again for a few more stolen moments of peaceful dreaming. Michael said nothing. Then, giving in, she stretched her long, luscious body and opened both eyes.
"God, I love to waken to sunshine like this," she said in a sleep-husky voice.
Michael's long black lashes fluttered and his look cast down to the mattress.
"Well," she said, smiling, "I guess it must be time to hit the road."
Michael pouted and looked morose.
What an act! she thought to herself. As if I can't guess what he wants. His sexual demands are becoming a bit boring, I'm afraid. Ah, to be tremulous, sweet sixteen!
"For heaven's sake, Michael, what's the matter?" she asked rhetorically.
Michael sullenly pushed his arm forward and cupped Val's breast in his hand.
"Michael," Val soothed, "please don't. I really think we should be going soon."
Finally Michael became vocal. "I don't believe that you have a boy friend in San Diego. You just want to get rid of me. If you and this guy are so close, how come you live in San Francisco? If you were my girl friend I wouldn't let you out of my sight! And I wouldn't let you hitchhike, either!"
"Look, kiddo." Val's stern voice betrayed a warning. "You're pretty new at all this to be telling me what's up, don't you think? I have a damn good reason to live in 'Frisco-I go to school there. And hitchhiking is no big deal. I wanted to surprise him by showing up early. Am I supposed to wreck the surprise by asking for plane fare? And I think we should get it straight right now that my personal life is none of your goddamn business," she retorted.
Michael was silent again. His hand was frozen awkwardly on Val's angry, heaving breast.
Finally Val broke the agonizing silence. "Okay," she relented, "I suppose it won't hurt for us to have sex one more time."
The tongue-lashing seemed to affect the sensitive youth as an aphrodisiac. He pushed her roughly on her back with the hand he had been holding to her breast and slid his own lean frame on top. He grinned and began squirming lasciviously. Val knew his intent-to enslave her sexually by keeping her beside herself with ecstasy. So the slave trades places with the master! You learn fast, she thought.
"Well, Michael," she assented, "looks like you're in the driver's seat."
He ran his tongue down the side of her neck until he found her ear. His hot, panting breath fell on the wetted skin and stirred feelings deep in her bowels. The youth captured her ear with his entire mouth, worming the tip of his tongue as deeply as the small orifice would allow. His breathing was heavy and wet. The peculiar static of his spittle against her ear drowned any objection. I want this! she said to herself. Part of nature's amazing plan, I suppose. Earlier I would have given anything to be speeding on my way to Aaron and now all I can think about is the penetration of that fast-darting cock. Already a phantom member violated her tender tissues and prepared her for what was to come.
His hardened meat found the separation between her thighs and rammed through. Slowly, he began inching upward toward her closed cunt.
by this time, Val was hot with anticipation. She pushed against his legs with hers, trying to break his grip so that she could spread her legs for him. He understood and pulled his own legs on top of her and toward the middle. As her long legs separated, his body fell exactly into place, the head of his cock poised at the magenta entrance to her cunt. Michael put his hands on Valentine's shoulders and pulled his whole body up and forward. She felt him enter her waiting channel at the same time that his chest forced her breasts up and flattened them between the two bodies. He lay on top of her as heavily as he could, grinding against her with each slow push. She lay back and relaxed as Michael practiced his newly acquired sexual skills.
Michael rubbed his long fingers down her hip, squeezing the soft, resilient flesh as he went. The warmth at Val's breasts and groin radiated throughout her body, and soon she was writhing. Michael took it as a sign to pick up his almost uncontrollable speed again and started to pump his cock hard and fast inside the slick vaginal shaft.
Val went absolutely tense. She didn't say a word; she didn't move. Michael caught on and slowed the action down. He's learning, she thought, and besides, he'll learn to like it better if he holds himself back a bit.
Val could feel the combat that was raging in Michael's thin body. Two overwhelming desires fought for supremacy: the impetuous desire to satisfy his own greedy hunger, and the desire to please his partner-to bathe in the golden glow of his sexual performance reflected back to him through her joy. The nobler instinct finally won.
The turmoil inside of Michael urged Valentine to greater desire. She was experiencing a gathering of sexual energy at the center of her cunt as Michael began to come to his senses and direct himself to her needs. He moved across her body like a snake, touching and fondling every inch of her form. Val felt the mingling warmth of the morning sunlight and Michael's heated ministrations.
Val lay blinded by a lovely haze, but she could feel that Michael was doing a good job. She remarked to herself at how quickly the youth caught on. Her own sexual growth had taken many experiences, many different lovers before she could find real pleasure in sex. And it wasn't until Aaron that she knew what sex could really be like. After Aaron she knew that she was more open to receive sex and enjoy it. She'd learned to appreciate her body's appetites rather than to fight against them. She felt queasy with guilt, however, as the image of Aaron loomed before her, smiling, and Michael fucked her to her heart's content.
Michael noticed that Valentine had become distracted. He withdrew his tool from her swelling cunt. He waited for her response. Val's daydream dissolved and her attention focused on Michael's tense body. She saw the grin that seemed to be glued to his young face and knew that he had pulled out only to tease her attention back to him and then to reenter. She wanted him inside her and reached up to help guide him in. He moved so that his slender body was poised ready to strike. Then Valentine decided on a new approach.
"Eat me out first," she said in a low, sexy voice that transformed the straightforwardness of the statement into intriguing innuendo.
Michael looked amazed at first, but then the persistent grin returned to his face.
"Sure thing!" was all he said.
She felt his tongue travel down her body's center crease until it reached her bellybutton. The tip explored the small orifice and moved on. She arched her back so that her patch of 'venus hair was right at Michael's chin. She held herself like that as Michael stared at her open cuntlips without digging in.
"What's the matter?" Val asked as her back began to tire.
"Nothing," he breathed, "I just never saw one of these up close before." The faint dark coloration of the lips and adjacent thighs fascinated him. The texture of the skin at the sides was extra delicate. "Damnit, it sure is beautiful!" He reached an exploratory finger down and spread the labia slightly. He fondled the moist, sticky skin of the cunt awhile, then said, "Is that red thing that's throbbing like a little heart your clitoris?"
"It sure is," she moaned, "and if you don't hurry up and eat me out it might explode in anticipation!" She moaned wildly in animal need.
Michael didn't hesitate a second more. He plunged his head at her hot cunt and sank his thin tongue into the labia. Val felt the agile muscle probe around the lips and inside her cunt. The juice was stirred by his eagerness, and Val felt herself flowing into his mouth.
Michael's lips met her soft pubic hair and sucked it into his hot mouth. Val felt herself being drawn up into Michael. He was so accurate in meeting her needs and giving her even more than she anticipated. Now she needed to empty herself into the wonderfully hungry jaws of the apt sex novice. Gosh, he learns fast. He must be a natural! she decided.
Val's legs became progressively weak and she had to lower her buttocks.
Michael followed her down. He then grabbed her by her beautifully round ass and pulled her back up again. Val felt her insides being brought up and down like an elevator gone crazy as Michael lifted and dropped her ass.
She knew her clitoris was fire-engine red, and his wet kisses only served to feed the flames. Michael took his tongue out of her cunt hole as soon as he saw how red it had gotten and sucked it quickly into his passionate mouth. Val felt as if her whole body were being surrounded by his wet, sucking mouth.
Michael saw the change in Val and began flicking the clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue as he stared up through her golden pussy hair at her flushed face. Val looked down and saw his laughing eyes and knew that he knew what he was doing. She came, sending torrents of sticky fluid into his hungry mouth. Val put her head back and groaned loudly as she came.
Michael was no respecter of post-orgasmic calm. He crawled the length of her luscious, lascivious body and stared down at her with his thin lips tightened into a grimace and his cock in his hands. He was pulling back and forth on the extended organ as he positioned himself on her chest.
Val glanced up at Michael and smiled as if to say she would try to do what she could. But she really felt too tired to be able to satisfy him.
Michael seemed as though it wouldn't take much to bring him satisfaction as he fondled his own obviously aching member and groaned in short gasps. Val watched as he dipped his cockhead toward her heart-shaped mouth. She licked her lips in preparation. Michael sighed as he saw her tongue cross her beautiful lips. She had the most perfect mouth he had ever seen: wide at the center where the top lip came to two sharp points and the bottom lip dipped, and quickly narrowing into sharp corners. It gave the impression of being full and delicate at the same time.
Val knew that he thought her slowness was due to her teasing, but she was just tired and trying to cope with it.
Val put out her tongue to meet the oncoming cock. As soon as the spongy cockhead connected with the turgid, hot tongue muscle, Michael shook all over as if he had a violent fever. Val took the opportunity to suck the bobbing head into her mouth. She tried to bring her hands up to help with the task of sucking Michael off, but he was sitting on them and didn't know she wanted the use of them. Valentine could hardly tell him with her mouth full of meat.
Val suddenly noticed that his cock seemed larger than it had the previous day. It's true that they grow with use, she decided. She thought of herself massaging and stimulating his cock to make it grow. Sort of a physical therapist, she thought. She scrubbed the silky head with the tip of her tongue. Valentine also noticed that the color was darker at the root of his cock. It was as if sex had tanned his organ a sunless, shadowy brown.
The cock began to slide back and forth in her mouth as Val realized Michael was coming to life. His new agility was surprisingly manly. Even as thin as he was he was beginning to move himself as if he commanded the bulk of a grown man.
Val invited his cock willingly into her lovely jaws. She was beginning to wake up and enjoy it. The hard penis felt like a moving pacifier in her tender mouth. Val covered the throbbing organ with her saliva as it found its way to the opening of her throat. The tight muscle of her throat had never been violated before. Even Aaron hadn't tried to enter her throat when she blew him. Now Michael was going to.
Val tried to gasp and yell and scream, anything to get Michael's attention. But everything she did seemed to indicate to Michael her growing excitement at the prospect of having her throat fucked, and he pressed on. Val suddenly realized that she had to relax, now that it was obviously inevitable. The thought was perilously exciting. She felt the head pushing into her throat. She had to breathe through her nose for self-preservation.
Michael moved his body forward for a better angle, then found that he couldn't wait. With one easy, quick motion he pushed himself into her tight, soft throat. Val felt as if he were about to hurt her as his hips moved that quick inch forward. She relaxed in an instant, not really knowing how, but knowing why. She tried to smile as the wonderful cock kept sliding relentlessly into her face.
Val realized that it fit well. The organ filled her throat and made her seem complete. Her attention slipped down to the cleft in her vulva. It was wet now and seemed to be steaming. She almost didn't want to get this excited now that she had his wonderfully rigid cock in her throat.
Her body began to move involuntarily. She didn't know how it had gotten started, but she kept up the slow, grinding motion. Her hips and torso moved like a great sexual beast waking from a pleasant dream. She wanted always to feel like this.
Why isn't it Aaron I'm with? she pondered. I want Aaron. But she had Michael, and it seemed to him as if she wanted that turgid member that was forcing its way deeper into her young throat. She realized that this was just sex, but she couldn't live without it. She had sex right now and she wanted more. Her wandering mind was forced to focus on the immediacy of Michael's need and her own.
Michael's bony ass was sinking into her resilient chest. She felt her tits being massaged by the constant motion of Michael's driving hips. His hairless legs seemed strange up against her face. It was almost like having another woman on top of her.
Val suddenly found her hands free as Michael positioned himself for the final thrust into her pulsing throat. His cock triggered little responses to gag, but Val used them to best advantage. She helped ease the long organ into her throat with her little gag. Her tight throat opened, then pulled so that the cock began sliding faster. Michael seemed to notice as he groaned in animalistic pleasure at the deft tugs at his member.
Val now had her hands around the base of the pulsing root. She wasn't sure if she was trying to help him or stop him, but she just held her hand there. Michael began to draw out his length of cock from her closing throat. She felt the loss of the spongy head. It left a warm sensation in her deflowered throat. Val wanted it again and began pulling down the purple-veined cock.
"I thought you didn't want it, damnit!" moaned Michael as large drops of sweat rolled off his shiny young forehead onto Val's chin. Val just kept on pulling on the expanding cock.
Michael smiled with his thin, tight lips at Val and she knew that she was doing fine.
Val felt the small cluster of nerves in her clitoris tingle as she sucked Michael's cock back into her mouth. She needed contact there, too, but didn't dare to let go of his cock. She tightened her thighs and tried to bring the pressure in her vulva up, but it didn't work. She then crossed her legs and pulled them up so that the pubic arch was covered by the tight muscles of her voluptuous thighs. She began to pump her legs tightly and slowly built up pressure in her cunt. It was working; she'd discovered a way to beat off without her hands. The knot of intense pressure surged.
Without warning Michael came. Thick gobs of salty cum flowed into Val's throat. She'd never swallowed cum before, and it almost frightened her. After a minute she decided that the salty fluid tasted great.
Suddenly she thought of Aaron. Why hadn't she waited to do this for him? Now some person who was practically a stranger was the first to benefit from hr soft, full lips. A tear rose in her eye as she sucked the last drop of Michael's cum into her receptive mouth.
Michael hadn't noticed the tears as his face contorted and he groaned to be released from his insistent adolescent sex drive. Val both loved it and wished she had waited for Aaron. Now she felt that she really had to get to San Diego, and fast.
They'd been on the road half the morning when Val noticed that they weren't as far south as she judged they should be. Something was up. Michael was driving slowly, but she assumed that it was just for safety's sake. His leering increased as they drove on. Val realized that he went progressively slower as his young, lecherous glances became more frequent. This lustful and malicious languor irritated Val, but she dared not show her hand.
"What a beautiful day!" she exclaimed, trying to distract him with small talk.
"Fine," he responded in a lazy tone as he lit a cigarette and stared at her.
Val was surprised by his change in demeanor. He had begun to assume the adult, manly role while they had sex but now it was spreading into his daily manner. He had the attitude of a man of forty who has seen it all. There was that gleam in his eye that spoke of experience.
Val was ill-at-ease. She was sorry she had ever led him on. She just wanted out of his little act and home to Aaron. She reached for one of Michael's cigarettes and lit up. She hadn't smoked much and didn't really care for the idea, but it seemed to calm her and she liked that. She had to appear to be calm while she deliberated what to do in her tricky situation. She drew in on the lit cigarette and for the first time she thought about drawing in on Michael's cock, and smiled. She was in a tight situation, but she couldn't help it. She just liked sex.
Apparently Michael was watching her while driving along as slowly as he could reasonably manage. He noticed her smile at the thought of pulling on the cigarette and seemed to know what she was thinking about. He reached over and grabbed her knee. She backed off defensively, and then to cover for herself blew smoke playfully in his face. She didn't want him to think she was angry or bitter, but she didn't want another bout of sex play right now. Not from him.
Michael kept pressing himself on her as they drove along slower and ever slower. Val thought that she had opened Pandora's box when she had taken it upon herself to bring his budding sexuality to light. He was absolutely uncontrollable. All he wanted to do since he lost his virginity was fuck.
"Hey, there's a gas station," she said, seeing a way out of this. "I've got to go to the bathroom." She tried to make it sound urgent and sincere, but it was almost funny the way it came out. I have to relax and play it cool, she cautioned herself.
Michael pulled the van over into the station with a swirl of dust and ground to a stop. Val quickly hopped out and ran into the women's room. Michael kept the engine running as Val disappeared into the head. I'll stay here awhile until he decides to give up on me, she thought. With some people there just isn't an easy way to let them know they aren't wanted.
She went to the basin and splashed her face with cold water. The sound of water running reminded her that she did have to go to the bathroom after all. The fearful situation had repressed this particular need for release. After she got out she washed her hands and arms and shook them dry so that the water refreshed her as it dried. I wonder if he's gone, she pondered. I don't hear the motor anymore. She could hear people talking outside and decided to stay a little longer and rest on the tiny cot provided for women with cramps. She moistened a piece of paper toweling and placed a small section on each of her weary eyes as she lay down. A fat lady and her little boy came into the rest-room and she could hear them both trying to maneuver in one of the tight little stalls provided.
"First you and then Mommy," the woman said.
She could hear the little boy's sporadic tinkling urination and then the pulling of pieces of toilet paper out of the dispenser.
"Wipe your thingy off," said Mom. "You don't want that wet thing in your pants, do you?"
Then Val was subjected to the sound of the fat woman trying to squeeze out of a tight girdle on a hot day. It sounded like rubber pulling across an expanse of more rubber. Finally a plop told her the woman's efforts had been successful.
Thank God I'm not fat! Valentine mused. Fat, she laughed nervously, I'm wasting away since I started this trip. She noticed that the skin on her face and arms was less voluptuous and her sweater seemed more meagerly filled than when she had dived into that crystal pool. When I get back to Aaron he probably won't recognize me. And yet she was beyond hunger. When I get back I'll insist on a seafood dinner.
The lady with the girdle left after much washing of hands and cleaning faces. Valentine took the opportunity to relax. At least she was by herself.
Val was beginning to doze off when she heard feet shuffling outside the door. It sounded like Michael. She gave a start, then smiled. There's precious little he can do about it.
Michael tested the squeaky door and then stepped in quickly, forcing the door shut behind him. Valentine was bewildered by this audacity.
"Let's go," he demanded.
"I'm tired, Michael," she pleaded with him. "Why don't you go on without me? After I rest I'll just hang my thumb out and get a ride. I'll be all right, honest!"
"Maybe I want to rest with you," he said leering, and whipped off his shirt to expose his chest. The few hairs on it were stuck together with old cum and sweat and dust from the road. He eased his pants down over his overworked member. Val was looking his cock straight in the eye.
"Come on, baby, off with the duds!" Michael demanded.
"You are insane," she whimpered. "This is a public rest-room and there is no lock on that door!"
"You let me worry about everything from now on," he insisted.
He bent down to Valentine and neatly pulled off her bright apricot "shrink". She was too weak to resist. He had more trouble with the jeans as Val lay there limp and uncooperative. He lowered his thin frame on top of her and the stitching on the cot gave out a warning groan.
"This thing is sewed together," she warned him. "Do you think it's going to hold up under the weight of both of us?" She could feel his hard and dauntless cock ram like a wooden lance at her left thigh. He was trying to ease her legs apart enough to enter her. The cot was narrow and there wasn't enough room for him to pull off his maneuver.
Finally he entered without having Val spread her legs. Val's taut legs caused her cunt to squeeze down on his tool. His entry was narrow and difficult on the tender, overused organ. He was sweating profusely and the drops fell on Val's hot body. He groaned and pushed each little quarter-inch of the way in.
Because there had been no time for foreplay, Val's juices hadn't been stimulated, and both their organs were hot and dry. His entry felt like fire, but he pushed on relentlessly and with dogged energy.
My God! she thought. I hate this and yet my cunt wants this painfully passionate thrust to go deeper.
Finally he buried his sizzling meat to the hilt and lay on her body, exhausted. The burning sensation in her tender channel was at last being cooled by cunt juice. Without asking permission from Val, her twat was functioning and readying itself for intercourse.
Michael took the smallest thrusts in and out. Each thrust forced the stitching of the cot and it groaned and complained rhythmically. Sometimes the wood frame bumped against the stucco wall and produced a low thud. In and out he sawed. In and out, deeper and faster while the sweat poured onto her body and fell from his body onto her hair.
"Holy shit," he sputtered, "this is the best fuck I've ever had. Your cunt feels like a vise."
Val was worried that they could be heard outside the ladies' room. She wondered if some weary traveler was about to walk in on the surprise of her life.
Even though this is excruciating, she thought, he's right. Never have I felt genital pressure so powerful. The pleasure seemed to be enhanced by slight discomfort and the excitement of their perilous situation.
She realized that the danger was spurring him on also. She heard footsteps outside the door and gave a start. They were men's footsteps apparently, since they passed the door and entered the adjoining men's room. They fucked and fucked to the sounds of toilets flushing and basin water running.
Valentine was heated to incandescent desire for release. Michael seemed finally to have reached his sexual limit. He fucked her until each stroke brought a sob from his exhausted body. He had pushed himself too far this time and he didn't know when to quit.
"Michael, let's forget it for now," she suggested.
"No. I have to come," Michael grunted from between clenched teeth.
She groaned a painful groan in unison with the squeaking cot each time he thrust into her resisting tunnel.
Finally he thrust three times as deeply as he could and held his cock as far in as it would go. She could hear air escaping from his tightened lips with each passionate, deep thrust. He sounded like a machine that was breaking.
She felt the hot cum shoot up into the recesses of her twat.
Val didn't come, but she had never been more grateful that a man had found sexual release in her life. Michael, she realized, was falling asleep and pinning her naked body to the cot.
"Michael!" she said, rousing him. "Please let me out from under you. I can't breathe like this!"
His limp body made no protestation as she maneuvered herself free from his hampering bulk. She got up and went to the wash basin. She wet a paper towel and rubbed it over the fiery area around her vulva. She cleaned the dripping orifice, but the texture of the toweling on her overly sensitive tissues made her wince and give out small, involuntary shrieks. She could hear Michael snoring but looked around to make sure.
If I'm careful I can get out of here without waking him, she decided.
She noiselessly slipped into her sweater and pulled on the dirty jeans.
She tested the squeaky door. Val pushed it partway open and looked back at Michael's prostrate body.
Michael turned over in his disturbed sleep and faced the wall of the lavatory. Finally she was free.
She was so tired as she wove down to the road that she was afraid her fatigue would be mistaken for drunkenness. She was careful not to be seen on the roadway until she had walked back toward where they had come a ways. She was sure he wouldn't think to double back to find her.
She hung her thumb out and half-closed her tired eyes against the noonday sun. She was thinking of Michael lying with his skinny ass naked as the day he was born, back there in the ladies' room of the gas station. She was wondering who would be the next woman to enter there. A middle-aged woman? A teen-ager maybe? Well, that's Michael's problem, she decided with an inner laugh.
Valentine had her own problems to attend to, like who was going to give her her next ride. She was beginning to realize that this trip was not going to be the lark she had supposed it would be back in Carmel.
CHAPTER FOUR
Val watched the fifth or sixth car go by without an offer. She was worried that Michael might wake up, dress and find her before she could catch a ride. She was desperate, but she was leery of the '49 Studebaker with the Florida license plates and weird Bible decals. A sweating man with a fatuous smile on his puffy face leaned toward the window and offered a ride in an innocent, little voice. Not for me, Val reasoned with her desperation, this guy is weird-city!
Val ditched him and thumbed while walking backward. She kept a sharp eye down the road in the direction she knew Michael would be coming from.
Suddenly she realized that someone was honking to her from down the road about fifty yards. Apparently someone had stopped a distance from her and thought she had seen them. She ran slowly, trying to scope out the situation before her interest committed her. As she ran up to their late-model Chevy station wagon she was much relieved to see a couple in their mid-thirties. I'm safe, thought Val. I'm so glad someone safe and normal finally came along. Now maybe I can make some mileage. God, I hope they're going my way.
The young, plain-looking woman in the passenger seat opened the front door as Val ran up. The woman got out and smiled. Val hesitated a second, then slipped into the front seat next to the driver. The woman got in beside her so that she found herself between the two and a little ill-at-ease.
"My name's Pat!" the man who was driving said with a neighborly grin.
"Mine's Gwen," said the woman.
Val gave her name in breathless puffs, her braless tits heaving and falling with every forced breath. She felt immediately strange as both of the people in the car stared at her bouncing boobs. Maybe they've never seen a girl out in public without a bra on, she reasoned. Perhaps they found it shocking or thought of her as a hippie.
"What was the name again?" the man asked.
"Val ... Valentine."
"Val Valentine?"
"No," Val said after she had calmed down a little. "It's either Val or Valentine."
"If you say so," Pat said, smiling obligingly.
Pat sped away after the issue of names was settled. Val looked intently as they passed the gas station. Michael's truck was parked alongside the back. They passed so quickly that she couldn't be sure she saw anything, but she imagined she saw the gas station attendants dragging Michael's naked body from the women's rest-room. Val gave a sigh of relief as they passed and tried to draw her long fingers through her hair like a comb. The fingers stuck in matted hair and cum.
"Jesus, I'm a mess!" she exclaimed to the people she was riding with. "Excuse my appearance. I've been on the road a couple days without a bath."
The lady smiled sweetly to assure her that she understood.
Val wondered why they hadn't opened the back seat for her. That was the custom with people offering a ride to a hitchhiker. She felt a little uncomfortable and cramped sitting in the front seat between two people. She longed to stretch out in back.
"I'm awfully tired," Val explained, suddenly realizing how very true that was. "So don't mind me if I don't seem to be paying much attention."
Val started to doze as the car sped on south. She was just falling into a warm dream about Aaron when she felt a hand on her knee. Gwen had leaned over her to hand a cigarette to Pat and balanced herself on Val's knee.
"Sorry," she apologized in a meek voice. Val wondered at her as she woke up with a start. The woman was exceedingly plain. She had drab, mousy-brown hair that was "done" to look efficient and sensible. She had a chalky, almost non-distinct, complexion. Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Val felt the warmth on her knee slowly cease. It seemed to Val that the woman took her time disengaging herself from Val's limb. Pat was looking on with that neighborly smile again. Val was beginning to wonder just what was happening when Pat offered her a cigarette and broke her train of thought.
"Yeah," Val said, reaching for the pack in Gwen's hand. She took a cigarette and accepted a light from the woman. She still wasn't accustomed to smoking and she coughed a little at first. Then she took a long drag and let it out slowly and watched it swirl around inside the car and whirl out the wing window.
"Where are you going?" Gwen asked with a mouthful of smoke that rolled out as she spoke.
"Jesus, I must be out of it!" Val exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you already? I'm sorry. I'm on my way to San Diego."
"Are you really?" Gwen asked in a phony tone of surprise. Her eyes met those of the driver in collaboration. "Well, we are, too, aren't we, dear?"
The man nodded to Val.
"That's great," Valentine said, her voice betraying less enthusiasm than she had intended.
Val smiled but she just didn't know what to think of these two.
"You can go with us then," Gwen said in a very optimistic tone, as if she had discovered a new toy.
"Thanks," Val said.
This traveling is getting to me, she thought. I'm becoming paranoid. What I need is a good rest and a decent bath ... and a seafood dinner with Aaron. Val dozed off gently as the car speeded her on her way.
The room was dark and smelled musty. Val blinked her eyes to make sure she wasn't still sleeping. She wasn't, and the room was rapidly coming into focus. It was small with only a dresser, a desk and a double bed that she and the other two were lying on.
Val was more annoyed than startled to realize that they had stopped at a motel.
Val looked over at Gwen. She was lying motionless in the dim light of the curtained room. Val assumed it was daylight outside, but she couldn't really tell. Gwen seemed strangely attractive in this lighting, or was it because she had her clothes off? Val couldn't tell.
Gwen rolled toward Val and the inadequate lighting illuminated the moving mounds of luscious flesh like a painting. As Gwen's hand reached over and touched Val's naked body near the navel Val suddenly wanted to get to Aaron. She realized as Pat's large hand began to caress her hips that she was going to be delayed a bit.
"Please don't judge us harshly," Gwen said in a soft, sexy voice. "We can't have sex any other way; we've tried. Please understand."
Everyone on this fucking highway is weird, Valentine thought.
The pleading was so earnest that the rage that had been building in Val subsided and left her weak. In its place rose a tender warmth for the sufferings of the two. She was sorry for them, but she had her own life to lead and she wanted to get to San Diego. Now she was being seduced once again. Pat's right hand slipped down to her muff.
"Ohhhh!" escaped from Val's lips. She looked over her shoulder at Pat's transformed face. His red hair was a luminous crown on his head. Even the slight balding spot was hidden by his halo of red. He was no longer smiling like a fool, but had a look of intelligent and long-suffering kindness. He leaned over softly and kissed Val on the nape of the neck.
The girl looked back at Gwen and saw her long, expert hands move up Val's tender stomach. Val felt the coolness of the hands as they slowly cupped her breasts. Her succulent pink nipples responded. The bunches of pink flesh puckered from the inside knob to the outside rim. It felt as if little fires had gathered on her breasts. Gwen sighed to see the quick response, and Pat leaned his head over Val's reclining body to see what interested the two.
Pat smiled down at Val in his most handsome pose. The giddiness of the situation came to Val's eyes and they misted over. She was lost for sure now, and she gave herself over to the expert ministrations of this couple who were so strangely driven.
Gwen's hands started in small circles while she held onto the nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Val felt the circles widen as her pleasure began to soar.
Pat was not just watching now. He was rubbing her round buttocks with his left hand, and massaging her 'venus patch with his right. His touch was soft and kind, he didn't have the forced immediacy that Michael had had. Pat was truly an adult.
Val squirmed back onto the hand that seemed to be floating over her ass. The hand stayed the same distance from her voluptuous butt as she tried to make Pat grab her violently. Pat took her restlessness as an invitation and began to finger her rose-pink anus with his gentle strokes.
Gwen had moved forward and planted a passionate kiss on Val's mouth just as Pat put his finger to her anus. She gasped into Gwen's mouth and they both laughed. The kiss came right back, and Val was a little startled. Gwen kissed with an open-mouthed abandon that is rare in anyone. Val found it particularly strange when directed toward her by another woman. But she accepted it and parted her lips to allow the eager tongue which had been darting around her lips to enter her soft mouth. Gwen's tongue felt deliriously hot and thick as it nudged its way between Val's full, heart-shaped lips.
The giddiness was disappearing as the crystal-clear passion of Gwen's kiss and Pat's finger on her anus began to drive Val. Gwen acted surprised at Val's lack of inhibition, and pulled her mouth away.
"You've done this before!" she said with a beautiful, devilish smile, as Val lifted her head back up to Gwen's to have the heat of the lovely woman's mouth on hers.
Pat moaned as he insinuated his finger deeper into her ass. It was as if he could feel her from inside, and knew the cold, but passionate, feeling it produced. Val was glad to have someone so sensitive to her doing what he was about to do. She had never allowed Aaron to do this to her before because she was afraid of the comparison between the tiny size of her anus and his gigantic cock.
Val reached behind her as Gwen placed another kiss on her lips. She grabbed for Pat's cock. Val thought she must've gotten hold of his arm, feeling how big around the throbbing member was. She felt it to make sure, and it was his hot cock. She could feel the lubricant seeping out of the hole at the head. Panic slowly washed over her as Pat put the head of his enormous tool at the opening to her ass. He's really going to try it. That was the last thing she thought as the cockhead slipped too easily into her rectum.
The mouth on hers kept her from screaming, and she was glad it did, because there was no reason to cry out at all. Pat's perfect manipulation had loosened her up and relaxed her so that she felt almost nothing. But now that the head was in, the pleasure began to grow around the implanted member as if it were a red-hot poker.
Gwen propped up Val's ass carefully with a small pillow. The two moved in synchronization like a clock. Their movements were fluid and graceful. It became a pleasure for Val to be manipulated by them. All that she was expected to do was to respond, and that wasn't difficult at all.
Val felt the cockhead going deeper up her asshole. The cock spread her tight ass tissues easily as it pushed a hot lump of pleasure up her rectum. The way that Pat held her hip she realized was causing her to relax and quit worrying. He lifted her weight off the mattress and at the same time spread her pelvis gently so that he could intrude farther into her rectum.
Gwen was now kissing Valentine all over the neck and shoulders, leaving little red marks as she went. Val was distracted by this ploy until she felt the silky head of Pat's gigantic cock reach the end of her anal tunnel. She gasped loudly for the first time as the passion in her loins exploded. She came without even feeling the orgasm approaching. Gwen hugged her close in a passionate response, as if she understood what Val was going through.
In suspended animation Val waited for Pat to begin impetuously pumping his huge cock, or for Gwen to resume her wet, passionate kisses. But unlike Michael they allowed her to benefit from the length of her calm. She just continued to bathe in the warm, rosy sensation of her spent condition.
Val felt herself changing internally. The calm began to be replaced by quick little spasms of heat. Suddenly she realized that Pat was bobbing his organ inside her ass. It felt all the more wonderful and exciting the second time. Gwen felt the change also and began to slither her body down Val's until her warm lips were posed above the pink flowers of Val's nipples.
The feeling of having her soft nipple sucked hard into Gwen's hot mouth made Val soar. She felt as if her whole chest were being drawn into the heated cavity.
Meanwhile, Pat had begun to move his hips back very slowly. Val felt as though she were losing something important from her anus. The rosy-pink whorl clamped irregularly to retain the tubular instrument being extracted from her ass. Pat sensed what she was trying to do and stroked her hair calmly to try to reassure her that he wasn't pulling out all the way.
Val relaxed just as Gwen's hand slipped down to the puddle of cunt juice between Val's labia. Val was a little embarrassed at the sticky mess, but Gwen seemed to love it as she plunged her hand into the wet tangle of matted pubic hair.
The teasing that Gwen did was excruciating. She swirled little circles around Val's clit until she could almost feel it being touched. She needed it touched the more Gwen touched it. But she was afraid to wiggle her ass because of the hot rod sticking up it. She couldn't get Gwen to touch her clitoris and release the awful pleasure gathering there.
Suddenly it was touched. But it was as if a calm had set in. No orgasm occurred, just a pleasant relief. Gwen seemed to have calculated this as she smiled with her beautiful lips toward Val's amazed face.
Pat now began to pump slowly. He had waited while Gwen warmed Val up with her hand trick, and now he seemed to be aching to go at it. He drew his muscular hips back another inch, then proceeded to push quickly, but easily, back into her ass.
"Mnnnnaaahhh!" Val released in a surprised moan. The smooth piston of flesh glided up her anal canal. She had always worried about Greek sex because of the danger of being torn or something. But she had been wrong. The only secret to it was not to worry and tighten up. Val relaxed into the slow, smooth pace that Pat seemed to be developing.
Gwen moved farther down Val's luscious body. She licked and tongued every curve that she could reach. Val felt her body being washed in this lascivious manner. The tongue was tinged with fire as it lapped down her long frame.
The fire in her rectum began to dominate. Pat's tubular meat was moving rapidly in her tight channel. He had his hands clamped securely to her waist as he shoved and jammed his tool deeper into Val's aching ass. She would've been screaming if it weren't for Pat's expertise.
Gwen was trying to help also as her tongue parted Val's labia with one easy motion. Val swooned and nearly fainted. The two persons doing her stopped for a few minutes and let her get back her senses. Val felt the fogginess leave slowly as she regained control of herself.
Gwen resumed licking up and down Val's slit as Pat pumped his giant cock up her rectum. Val was surprised to find how close her anus and cunt were. She could feel Gwen's lips touch the edge of her ass sphincter and she balked and twitched her whole body.
Pat reached around and gently grabbed Val to tell her that it was fine, that there was nothing to be ashamed of now.
Val could now feel the tongue dip slightly into her ass as the cock drove in .The perversity of have her ass fucked and eaten at the same time was too much for Val and she began to thrash.
"All right, sweetheart," Gwen said in a bitchy voice, "we wouldn't have hurt you, but you can have it your way."
Val sighed in relief. But no sooner had she again relaxed than she gasped as the rod was shoved back into her rectum and her clit was sucked violently into Gwen's mouth at the same time.
Little gasps and moans kept escaping from Pat's tightly clenched lips. Val felt the cock in her ass swell. Panic set in again. How am I going to be able to take that thing growing any more? She didn't have to speculate long, though, for Pat's seed began spilling into her anal channel.
Gwen bit down gently on Val's tender clit and Val felt herself explode. She had never been used like this before. She was just an object for their perverted sex pleasure. But as the fluids broke from her body she had to admit that she had not been misused by them.
Gwen was the only one who hadn't come yet. Val looked down and noticed that Gwen didn't seem to mind as she gobbled the fluids that flowed out of Val's cunt. Val felt the sensitized tissues being lapped at continually. Gwen knew how to get what she wanted without hurting Val. Val smiled and passed off into a gentle sleep.
She had just laid her head back when Gwen started crawling up her body. The woman obviously was not going to be satisfied until she came. Val looked back at Pat's reclining body. His eyes were shut with a smile of relief and his hand lay softly on his genitals as they receded into a soft lump. Val knew she would get no help from that quarter and began to try to clear her foggy head so that she could satisfy Gwen.
The woman's body seemed to know what it wanted from Val as it slid so that the cunt was at Val's hand. Val felt the wet tissues give as she plied her supple fingers into them. Gwen was acting as if she wanted the control to finish herself off, but Val's fingers found her inflamed clit and gave it a little tug. Gwen contorted in self-abandon on top of Val.
Val felt Gwen's panting passion as the older woman moved her heated lips over to Val's ear and began blowing erratically. Val grabbed down on the rosy lips of Gwen's cunt with her fingers, and her mouth and tongue adhered to Gwen's neck.
Fluids flowed out along Val's hand as Gwen writhed in orgasmic pleasure. Val lay back and felt the woman on top of her cuddled up as they both fell asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Val felt the bed jumping as she struggled up from her deep sleep. She didn't move, but looked toward the foot of the double bed. Pat was mounting on top of Gwen dog-style, pistoning his wet, red rod deep into Gwen's juicy cunt.
The fucking couple were positioned so that Val could see the moist, hairy cuntlips follow the thick cock into the dark tunnel. The two were whispering loudly back and forth in an intimate sex language that surprised Val, because they had been so quiet while they fucked her.
"Oh, sweetie, drive it in me. I need that thick tool in my cunt real bad."
"I'm fucking you almost as deep as my aching cock can go," Pat moaned in reply.
"'Almost' won't do, honey. Drive that big meat in."
"I'm afraid I'll break your goddamn womb wide-open!"
"Just pump, honey, pump!"
Val found the language and the barely illuminated fucking very exciting. She decided not to join in, though. The two seemed to be able to fuck only on the condition that Val was here beside them and asleep. Val found this difficult to understand, except that it was another of their perversions.
"Is she awake?" Pat asked as his giant rod slurped in and out of Gwen's hot cunt.
"She hasn't stirred yet," Gwen answered, panting. "It looks like she's going to sleep through it like we wanted."
"Good!" Pat groaned as his red cockhead bobbed above Gwen's smooth back and he rammed her willing cunt violently.
Val almost screamed as Pat drove home for the final time. His hips were concave as they pressed tightly up against Gwen's eager ass. His hips convulsed as the giant cock spewed its seed into Gwen's cunt. Val watched and dozed off into a dream-filled sleep as she saw the cum run out from around the member and down Gwen's thighs as the spent woman collapsed onto the bed.
In her dream Val recognized herself as she had been last summer with Aaron. They were sailing on Aaron's boat and her long hair whipped in her face, stinging her eyes and the sensitive corners of her smiling mouth. She was wearing all white, virginal. The air was salty, tart and clean. Aaron was smiling and smoking his pipe, his strong arms bare and the black hair on his chest glistened. Those black hairs catch me in their net, she whispered, hiding her words behind her smile and wondering what his feelings were toward her. She was hoping this trip would be the occasion for the two of them to become intimate. She wondered what it would feel like to have those strong arms about her. He's so handsome, she thought shyly. She decided that she was too young, inexperienced, gawky and awkward. She wished she were a woman of mystery-a woman with secrets. The breezes caressed her body and whispered wonderful things about their sexual encounter and she hoped it would be soon. She wanted him so much. What is he thinking? The water was clear, blue and calm.
Suddenly the sea changed moods. The water turned the color of slate, and waves rose up and threatened the ship. Standing on board was becoming difficult.
"The going is getting rough," Aaron said through the smoke from his pipe. "You know what that means, don't you, Val?"
"No, I don't know. I'm not as experienced as you are, Aaron. Please tell me, what does it mean?"
"Valentine," he said, "I'm afraid it's time for you to disappear. Yes, Valentine, disappear."
He came toward her smiling, but his eyes were suddenly cruel. He began to push her brutally toward the edge of the boat. Valentine thought that maybe it was something she'd done wrong in the past that he was punishing her for. But she had done nothing to upset him.
"I don't want to disappear, Aaron. I want to stay with you. Things will get better in a while."
Val was terrified. His calm, sweet face was clouded with violence.
"Please don't throw me over," she begged. "Things will be better, I promise."
Val was sure this was not a dream. She was frightened and she wanted out but the dream went on.
With one beautifully muscled arm he encircled her and began forcing her toward the sea.
Valentine struggled against his strength. The sweet power of his arms was drugging her and she felt her resistance weaken. She fought desperately against her desire to give herself over to those beautiful arms.
He grabbed hold of her waist with both hands and forced her inch by inch over the side of the boat. She struggled, fascinated by the dusky smell of his labor. At last she was helpless in his hands.
Suddenly she was overboard and the sea water was horribly chill. Aaron laughed as his boat sailed away silently as if all of it had been a mirage. He had gone from her life and she was left miserable, frightened and cold.
She bobbed on the water interminably. At last she sighted a huge, beautiful galleon unlike any modern-day ship. Its twenty separate sails caught the wind and it cut through the water like a knife aimed for her, like an angel of deliverance.
Val kicked her feet in the water so that she could shove out of the water taller and bent her thumb for the ship to see. "Hey, how about a ride, a ride to San Diego?"
The ship stopped and lowered its net. She wound herself in the net and let herself be hauled aboard. The captain of the ship was Long John Silver, out of a movie she had seen as a kid. He was dirty and evil, entirely in black and white. He had one bad eye and the good one leered at her malevolently. He stumped about on a wooden leg. Two men held her still while Long John Silver labored to insert his filthy wooden leg inside the tender entrance to her sensitive body. In the dream she was crying, saying to herself: "Why did I ruin everything! This isn't how I wanted things to be at all."
Val awoke with a start. Her eyes wide with terror, she saw Pat jamming his thick thumb into her cunt. He was smiling over at her with one eye shut in .a wink-a leer like Long John Silver. She wanted to kick him as hard as she could in the balls, but she had sense enough to be afraid.
"What's the matter, baby?" Pat asked with wonder.
"Nothing," she answered, almost in tears. "Things couldn't be more groovy!"
I have to get hold of myself, she thought. She realized that the dream was her own doubts beginning to surface. Will Aaron forgive me for all I've been through these past few days? She wanted to get back to him, to what was real. It was getting so that she couldn't tell truth from fantasy.
Gwen interrupted the bitter silence. "My stomach is growling," she said. "Let's feed it!"
Suddenly Val was hungrier than she could ever remember. She politely extracted Pat's thumb from her cunt and rolled out of bed. He cupped his genitals in apparent agony but pulled himself together and joined them for breakfast.
"There's a restaurant on the street floor of this motel," Pat informed the others. "Let's go there."
"Sure," Gwen said gleefully as she transformed herself into a drab-looking woman by putting on clothes. Val was surprised at this and watched the complete transformation. As soon as Pat had his pants on he began to smile in that neighborly way that so reminded Val of a stupid fool.
Well, thought Val, I'm too hungry to worry about it. She quickly got into her pants and sweater. She tried to run her fingers through her hair and found it difficult. It was thick with dirt and cum. She smoothed it down as best she could and almost trotted toward the food.
It seemed to Val as if it took forever to give their orders and a second forever to be served. When her four eggs, three pieces of ham and double order of toast arrived she began to devour them. Pat and Gwen looked on, amazed.
"Kids sure can eat!" Gwen remarked as she nibbled on her toast daintily.
Val was oblivious to their presence at the table. She hadn't eaten anything substantial for three days and that was all she was thinking about. About halfway through the meal Val began to get very full. She hated herself: she wanted to eat everything, because she had been so hungry and because they had been talking about her. She smiled up at Pat and Gwen when she realized that she couldn't finish the meal, even with a great effort of will. She patted herself on the stomach and leaned back.
"Like the old saying," she said, "my eyes were bigger than my stomach." She had wanted Pat and Gwen to laugh, but they just sat there and looked back and forth at each other.
Then Pat ventured, "That's all right," in that awful, friendly manner of his. Val almost wished that they were eating breakfast nude so that these people didn't seem so repugnant to her.
Val fished in her pants pocket for the money to pay for her meal, but Gwen put her hand on Val's arm and said, "We've already paid for it." Val hadn't seen them do it and was a little surprised. She realized that she was obligated to them again, though, and she wondered how they would take it out on her.
When they got back to their room Val excused herself and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She was careful to lock the door as she went in. She wanted desperately to have some peace and quiet for the first time in three harrowing days. That time with Adrian and Clarissa was nice enough, but she was tired of her trip now and she wished she had waited for Aaron to send money for a flight back.
Val took her clothes off and looked at them. They were dirty beyond description, so she threw the pants in the shower before her. She turned on the water and waited until it heated up to the proper temperature before she stepped in. She grabbed her wet pants and scrubbed them a couple of times before she hung them up on the towel rack outside the shower stall, next to her still dirty sweater.
The hot water felt wonderful. She tilted her lovely head back and let the water run down her face and over her short hair. She was glad she'd cut her hair before the trip, because she hadn't had a chance to keep it clean. By now her long hair would have been a shambles. She cut it because she remembered what a bother it had been on the boat the previous summer. She had felt overprotected and out of place with her ass-length, caramel-colored locks.
Val scrubbed hand soap into her short hair. She wouldn't have dared do it before, but at this length she couldn't wash the life out so easily. While she was washing and thinking her own thoughts the bathroom door opened with a click. Pat had a key.
Before Valentine could register what was happening the two other naked bodies were in the stall with her. She tipped her head back and gave a sigh. She almost hoped that they had just wanted to get clean, too, but they would've waited for her to get out if that were the case.
Gwen ran her wet hand up Val's ass, starting at the anus and moving up the crack. Val jumped forward and smiled a forced smile at Pat. He cupped one of her firm breasts in his large hands and brought his mouth to the relaxed, tender rosebud. Val let out an involuntary moan as the softness was sucked hard and puckered like a miniature mountain inside of Pat's hot lips.
Val felt Gwen run her hand lower this time. She was bringing her fingers up from under her cunt, across her rectal whorl, and across the crack again. The ministrations were working now, and Val began to relax into the sex as her genitals tightened up.
The lusciousness of Gwen's soaking body excited Val as she thought it shouldn't. Pat was exciting, too, even more so for that giant pecker sticking up in the wet shower like a finger trying to test the weather. Val decided that sex would be good.
Val slowly grabbed hold of Pat's bobbing cock as it stuck out of his wet patch of red pubic hair. As she fondled it it seemed almost to have freckles spattered all over. But she knew she must be wrong, because freckles were caused by the sun.
She knelt down as Gwen continued to run her lithe fingers over Val's backside. Val now stared directly at the throbbing member. It is freckled! she thought, amazed at her discovery. She than sucked the freckled head into her curious mouth.
The large, silky bulb felt full in her mouth already, but Val's hunger was up again. She wanted to swallow this cock the way she had swallowed Michael's. The water dripping around her distracted her a little, but not enough to keep her from applying suction to the engorged head and drawing it further into her eager mouth.
Gwen seemed to be lost. She was just standing there lightly touching Val on the back. When Val knelt down Gwen had lost contact with her genitals. Val thought that a threesome was not always possible. She was glad she wasn't the one being left out. Pat's cock tasted so salty and clean. It reminded her of the sea.
In the crouch that Val had assumed so that she could eat Pat she had exposed her lovely cunt with the labia spread wide. Gwen was lying on her back now, and slid her head down under Val's crotch. Val moaned around the tubular member as Gwen buried her tongue into Val's reddened tissues.
"Ohhhh, God!" screamed Val. She suddenly realized that she was blowing Pat and they couldn't understand the muffled sounds she had emitted. The sound did have an effect, though. Pat groaned and nearly fell over as the words sank into his cock like the vibrations of an earthquake. Val knew what she'd done now and began to exploit her discovery.
"MMMMMNNNGGGHHH!" she said around the sensitive organ. Pat grabbed her head and shoved his cock brutally into her mouth. As Val felt the member slide deeper and deeper into her tender lips she quit humming and prepared her tiny throat to be violated for the second time.
Gwen was lapping eagerly, but looking up at Val with wonder in her eyes. Val looked around the cock with watering eyes and Gwen seemed to understand as she continued with renewed fervor.
Val felt her labia being separated and a tongue sliding into her cunt mouth at the same time the giant cock slipped into her throat. She felt herself being opened up at both ends. The bulbous head slipped into her tight throat. Pat's expertise was manifest as she felt no pain at the gross violation of her tender tunnel.
Gwen now had her rigid tongue buried deep in Val's cunt. The luscious woman's lips were right up against Val's burning labia. Val felt that now-familiar fire growing inside her loins. She wanted to be comfortable on the bed, but these two seemed to find their excitement in strange ways. Val knew she was in no position to say anything.
Pat was now drawing his thick meat out of Val's heart-shaped mouth. He had his hands on his buttocks and looked like an acrobat performing a balancing act. Val wanted to smile but couldn't.
The rim of the head came even with her lips and she ran her tongue around it to marvel at the wonderful texture of the cock. Her eyes were now closed, because the water from the shower was pouring into them. She could still feel with her cunt and with her tongue.
Val wiggled down onto Gwen's tongue. She was careful not to hurt her, for the woman's head was right on the tile. But Gwen didn't seem to mind as she responded with vigor to Val's advances. Gwen couldn't go any deeper, so she started to do little tricks with her tongue that were calculated to drive Val wild.
Pat nearly fell down as Val started to gobble down his giant cock after Gwen had reached inside of her cunt and twitched the sensitive cervix. He seemed to understand what was happening under him and to his cock. He leaned back against the shower wall to accept Val's impassioned advances.
Val was now drawing the huge member into her throat and out with each motion of her head. She was beside herself as Gwen continued to flick her cervix and she could do nothing except eat the cock as best she could. She so needed release that she could barely see. The fire was raging throughout her tired body and seemed to consume the last ounce of her flesh. She was pure desire and that was all, fire and air. Her poor frame was vibrating as if it were tied to a huge electric vibrator. Val was going to break and she didn't know where or when. In the back of her mind she was hoping that some devilish impulse on the part of one of them wouldn't slow things down. She needed release fast and she felt it coming.
Val's intuitive fear had been like a premonition as Pat withdrew his organ deftly and cupped it in his hands. Val nearly cried. Gwen realized what had happened and slid out from under Val quickly.
"Let's finish in bed," Pat said with an innocent smile as he rubbed his turgid member.
"Sure," Gwen said easily.
"Ohhgg!" Val moaned.
Pat and Gwen took hold of Val and eased her into the bedroom. Pat shut off the shower before they left.
Val lay on her back in the middle of the double bed wondering why she couldn't have release. She ached and her body burned its dull fire. She watched through the delirium of unsatisfied desire and exhaustion as Gwen took Pat's purple cockhead into her mouth. Val moaned in need. She wanted to be where Gwen was right now, but didn't have even the strength to move.
Valentine was convinced they were out to diabolically tease her now that she was too weak to enter in of her own accord. Pat was pumping vigorously into Gwen's smiling jaws as he moved himself to face Val. Gwen was now under him, but the angle on his cock was bad the way he was sitting. She had the member only halfway in her lips. Pat smiled down at Val as her begging eyes asked him to help her. He hesitated as Gwen gobbled at his throbbing cock, and then fell forward onto Val's crotch.
Val was flying. The fires that were going out were relit with one little flick of Pat's expert tongue. Val grabbed Gwen's shapely hips and ground her groin into Pat's face. She couldn't even remember their teasing in the face of the great pleasure she was presently experiencing.
Gwen was now in a position to take Pat's turgid tool deep into her throat. Val could hear Gwen slurping around the cock, and the sound made her juices flow even more rapidly. Val wanted to see what was happening to his cock so much that she began to fantasize Gwen's full lips wrapped around the member to the hilt, sucking and puffing to her heart's content.
Val came before she knew what was happening. Pat had a way of making her not even feel the pressure as it built up in her loins and exploded. He lapped up the flood as it poured from her hot cunt like candied syrup. Pat and Gwen had not come themselves. Val rolled to the side but retained consciousness because she wanted to watch.
Gwen was swallowing Pat to the hilt. Val couldn't believe it. Of course, they've had a lot of experience together, Val reasoned, and they should know how to satisfy each other. Pat was now moving around so that he was poised over Gwen's sweet-looking cunt. The juices had run out the edges of her twat and appeared to be a glistening dessert. Val licked her lips at both the sight of the huge cock in Gwen's pleasing mouth, and at Gwen's moist, sweet snatch.
Pat ran his tongue slowly from Gwen's navel to her 'venus patch. Val watched as he smiled above her lovely cunt. He seemed to draw a deep breath before he proceeded to dip his turgid tongue to her inflamed clit.
Gwen seemed to choke slightly around the huge member as Pat sucked her clitoris into his practiced lips. She moaned around the cock; then she began to hum. Pat was obviously affected as he nearly spit out the clit in his need to groan. Val could see a challenge building between the two as they exchanged little testing touches.
Gwen reached up and gently fondled Pat's bobbing balls as they hung down his cock toward her face. Every time she'd take the cock full length into her mouth the balls would rub up against her nose. Val swore she could see a smile on the woman's face as the bristling hairs tickled her nostrils.
Val could no longer remain a spectator, even though they were building up this competitiveness between themselves. She wondered how she could get into the circle that they'd made for themselves.
She walked on her hands and knees down to the end where Pat was eating out Gwen and looked at the delicious flower that was the woman's cunt. She wanted to share the pleasure with Pat and dipped her head.
Gwen groaned more loudly around the tool as Val's tongue joined Pat's in her tender slit. Pat's tip worked at her clitoris while Val proceeded to dig her tongue as deep as the hot muscle would go into Gwen's juicy cunt hole.
The taste was a little bitter now, but very good. Val couldn't remember what the other two girls had tasted like and she had to accept this as what a woman was like.
Gwen was going wild. Val realized that this two-against-one was not fair to Gwen. How could she ever again gain control if Pat and she were both working on her? Val continued to dig her tongue into the juicy cunt. The labia spread easily as her tongue slid in. The muscles of Gwen's cunt closed around Val's tongue after it went as deep as it could. Val felt herself in a similar position of control as Gwen had been in the shower.
Val felt the fluids flow into her mouth as Gwen came in a copious orgasm. She was surprised at how much the woman could hold. She didn't mind, though; she just sucked it all up as Pat continued to slurp at the clit.
Suddenly Val realized that Pat hadn't come yet. For the first time she saw the look of despair on his face as he began to think that he might be left out. Val moved around to where Gwen was spitting out his cock, trying to roll in sleepy satisfaction out from under him. Val took the freed cock into her own mouth and sucked the hardness into the opening of her throat. She ran her tongue along the bottom of the penis and sucked as hard as she could at the head.
Gwen was now lying with her back to them in a sound, post-orgasmic sleep. Pat's balls were bobbing at Val's nose, and her eyes were staring into his winking anus. Gobs of hot cum shot into Val's mouth. She had been watching all of the symptoms of orgasm without realizing that that was what was happening to Pat.
Val let the sticky cum fill her mouth, then flow out around the cock. She was too tired to try to swallow it. Slowly the cock went limp and Val felt secure and warm in her knowledge of being able to satisfy.
CHAPTER SIX
Val was becoming accustomed to waking up in a different situation when she was around Pat. Now she found herself wrapped up in a blanket and lying across the front seat and onto Pat's lap as he drove. Gwen wasn't in the car at all.
"Hi!" Pat said with his nauseating, neighborly smile.
"Hi," Val said, sleepily looking up at him.
"We're about a hundred miles from that motel," Pat said with a straight smile. "We left Gwen there."
"Why?" Val asked, realizing that it wasn't really "we" that had left Gwen behind.
"Because, baby, nobody's ever blown me like you did," he said with that same straight smile.
Val got up and looked out the window. They were traveling in a very green area to be as far south as she expected. She thought that they should be somewhere around Santa Barbara.
"Where are we?" Val asked with a yawn.
"We're going to a cabin I have off Mono Creek, just you and me."
Val was trying to think where that could be.
"It's on the other side of Lake Cuchuma, across the San Marcos pass from Santa Barbara," Pat answered when he saw Val's hesitant look.
Val opened the blanket that was wrapped around her and stared at her own nude body. She turned around abruptly and looked in the back of the station wagon, but her clothes were nowhere around. A dull panic captured her heart. Pat had really thought it out when he had abducted her: without her clothes she couldn't get away. Pat smiled over at her with that awful grin when he realized what she was thinking.
"Yes," Pat said as he gripped the wheel tighter, "I really want you. I need you like I've never needed anything before in my whole life."
His grin became hideous as Val watched his mouth in disbelief. She knew she had to get away. As gentle as he had been when they had fucked, she sensed that he couldn't be trusted away from Gwen. Val thought that the two must've acted to balance and neutralize each other's perversities. She knew he was more weird than she could handle and she wished that Gwen were here right now.
Val watched as a huge lake loomed up on their left. She reasoned that it was Lake Cuchuma, which Pat had mentioned. She began to think about getting away from him. But without clothes it would be very difficult. Aaron's face kept looming in front of her. She wished that she possessed some secret way of communicating her distress to him. And that he would come and save her like the heroes in the movies. I have to get hold of my senses, she reasoned. Sometime Pat's going to make a mistake, or slip up, even if only for a second. I have to be ready for that second.
Val looked at Pat's gas gauge for a clue. It read three-quarters full, so there was no chance that they would have to stop for gas and she could slip into the ladies' room. Besides, that trick was hardly foolproof.
Val reached for a cigarette on the dashboard and Pat jumped. She just tried to smile at him as she lit up. She was pleased to have startled him. She tried to think if she could use it as a means of escape. No plan came to mind.
She wondered if she could claim the clap and scare Pat off. She reasoned that it was hopeless. They'd had sex already half a dozen times. Maybe if he thinks I'll die on him, she tried. Like, I have a heart condition. No, diabetes!
"Did you remember to bring my insulin?" she asked as straight as she could manage.
"Insulin, my ass," Pat answered. "I searched your pockets, honey. Nothing but a little loose change.
Christ! she thought, he's thought of everything.
Val hadn't been prepared for him having gone through her pockets and she fumed at being foiled in her deception. She wanted to strike out at him, but even that was more dangerous than tempting. She took a big drag from her cigarette and blew it in Pat's face. Suddenly he was challenged and his face changed to the kind sexuality of his bedroom smile. Val was caught by surprise, but she was pleased with herself for putting Pat on the defensive.
She turned her head back to the passenger window and watched the greenery flash by. After a while she began to think again of way to get away. But the beauty of the countryside captured her imagination and she could only give a sigh at how lovely everything looked. She knew, though, that what was waiting ahead of her was not going to be peaceful, one way or the other.
She watched as the signs said that she was just passing the Santa Barbara turnoff toward the San Marcos pass. Val became attentive to the area she was in now, because she knew that she would have to come back this way to get to Santa Barbara. It would have to be one chance in a million to get away under these circumstances. She shuddered and pulled the blanket around her more tightly.
The road became curvy as they traveled on. Pat continued to drive fast, even after the sign told him to drive slowly in the national forest. Pat began to speed up and drive erratically. Val reached over in fright and grabbed his arm. With a devilish leer he threw off her hands and continued racing down the road.
"Stop! Stop!" Val screamed over and over again. She was in hysterical panic. The trees raced by in a blur of green as Pat maneuvered his bulky car deftly around the mountain turns.
Val dug her fingers into the seat and dashboard to steady her thrashing body. Her blanket fell down from around her shoulders, and her firm breasts swayed from side to side with each turn.
Suddenly Pat ground to a stop, his tires smoking. Val held tightly to the back of the seat to keep from being thrown forward onto the dashboard. She saw a red light flash by her and stop in front of the station wagon. She saw her way out and jumped. She was through the bushes dragging the blanket behind her. She started running and couldn't stop.
Val's bare feet were tender against the nettles and the stones. She didn't seem to mind the pain as she stumbled on in the direction she supposed to be Santa Barbara.
Valentine didn't have anything to recommend her for survival but a blanket and a goal. Her blanket was an old green Army blanket that blended in with the forest. Her goal was Aaron. His face kept looming up in front of her, inviting her home with his protective smile. She ran in the direction of her fantasy, tripping occasionally but getting up quickly and moving on.
She was suddenly tired, and thirsty, and hungry. She sat down on a rock to rest. It seemed as though she'd been running for an hour, but she couldn't be sure. She just knew that she was in the middle of a dark-green forest. She looked up at the trees towering over her and she felt very small.
She wasn't panicked, but calmed by the sounds of the forest. She found the skittering of the ground squirrels delightful, and the songs of the numerous birds pleasing. It was as peaceful to sit in the forest as it had been at sea with Aaron last summer, or nearly so. She looked up at the large trees and thought of the first time she and Aaron had balled. He had been gentle, and yet commanding with his mighty cock. She had lain back on the deck of his boat and had taken every stroke of his turgid meat with excited pleasure. She wished Aaron was here right now to make the forest complete for her. But he wasn't.
Suddenly Val realized that the police who had pulled Pat over had been a solution to her problem that she'd missed. In her hysterical panic she'd just run. She stood up and looked around. She couldn't remember which way she'd come from or where she was going. She spun around in circles until she was dizzy and frightened. She screamed, "Oh, shit!" and sat back down.
The noon sun was hidden by the trees. Valentine looked up, hoping she might tell the direction that she needed to go. But with the sun so high in the sky it was impossible. She panicked again and began to run.
All of the sounds of the woods became evil. The birds' songs sounded lecherous and the little animals running around the base of the trees seemed malicious. She ran and ran until she dropped from exhaustion on the leaf-covered ground. She panted there until she had enough strength, then she got up again and started to run.
Another hour went by like this until the sun was setting on her right and she knew she was heading in the proper direction. When she slowly began to realize that she wasn't as lost as she thought, she slowed down and began to walk. It felt strange to move that slowly. It was almost too easy to walk. She looked down at her legs and saw that they were scratched and dirty. She needed water to wash them off, and clean the scratches. Then she realized that she needed water even more to drink. She was so thirsty and hungry.
There was a low din coming from quite far away. Val stopped walking, and listened. She thought at first that it must be some animal or other, but as she listened she realized that it was the familiar sound of traffic. She wasn't completely sure, but she started running toward it. When she got up five boys in boy scout uniforms were standing in front of her.
Val began running again, this time in the opposite direction. She was frightened and had to get away. She looked back and they seemed to be trotting after her. A branch caught the Army blanket that trailed loosely behind her as she ran and pulled it from her shapely shoulders. She was jerked in the process and fell down. She was sprawling there nude with five pairs of eyes staring at her.
"Hey, Chuck, look at that!" said the tallest and thickest one to the dark one beside him with the large nose. "She looks like she's on a survival hike, too." The cluster of boys all laughed.
Val cowered and tried to pull loose leaves around her nakedness.
"Eric," Chuck said to the rather pudgy kid with the wire-rimmed glasses, "hand the lady her blanket!" The redhead moved forward as told and shyly handed Val the dirty blanket. She was put at ease by the kindness and sat up as she wrapped the blanket around herself.
The one who had spoken first walked up to Val and said, "My name's Jack, Jack Wilson. What's yours?"
Val smiled and said, "Valentine."
"And it isn't even February," someone said in the background.
"Shut up, Ray," Jack said.
"Sure ... sure!" said a rather handsome boy in a derisive tone. He was the only one in the lot who had a definitely awful gleam to his eyes as he stared fixedly at Val's now-covered body.
She immediately disliked him and respected Jack for trying to protect her.
"Richard," Jack said to the remaining member of their troop, "why don't you give the lady first aid for those nasty cuts on her legs?"
The skinny, hollow-cheeked boy moved forward and pulled a case out of his pack as Ray said, "Why don't you give your artificial penetration," and sniggered at his own joke. The other boys followed his example.
Jack raised his hand solemnly and all fell silent except for a last few snickers from Ray. Jack then said to her, "Please excuse their coarseness. They're still only boy scouts and they don't know how to behave around a lady."
Val noticed that he had an eagle patch on his breast. She knew that as an eagle scout he was bound to be older and more mature than the others.
After a short silence Valentine said, "You're probably wondering what I'm doing here in this condition."
"Well, as a matter-of-fact, we don't find many people out in the woods as ill prepared as you are," Jack said stiffly, trying to sound like an adult.
"I was kidnapped by a pervert," she said, trying to make it sound honest and not too absurd.
"REALLY," said Richard, Chuck and Eric in unison.
Val looked down at Richard, who was now administering iodine to her legs, and smiled as if their "really" were quite out of place. Jack just stood there a few feet from her with his hands on his hips and watched with a concerned smile.
"Do you have any water?" Val asked, licking her parched lips.
"Sure," Jack said as he reached to his belt and unsnapped his canteen. He handed it to her, then reached into his pack and pulled out some hardtack. "This is the only food we're allowed to bring on the hike with us," he said apologetically as he handed it to her.
"That's all right," Val said, grabbing it rapidly out of his hands and wishing it were a steak. She accidentally let the blanket fall open and reveal her lovely breasts for a second.
Richard was now rubbing her legs with salve as she ate greedily. She found his long, large hands exciting for a boy. He was adept at applying the medicine, and his ministrations were almost sensual. Val watched as his eyes began to water as he rubbed her shapely calf. She began to worry about his intentions as she looked up at Jack for help.
All of them had changed. They all were wearing leers as awful as Ray's, even shy Eric and kind Jack. Valentine knew she was in for quite a session this time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack Wilson moved his tall frame over to Val's body. He was tall for an adolescent, and broad, too. His smile was sexy and wanton and it made him look years older. In fact, he looked older than the rest of them even before he acquired that smile. There was something about his bearing, or the bulge that was happening at his crotch.
Eric and Chuck began to circle around beside Val as Richard's large hands gripped down upon her thin ankles. She moved and wiggled as if to get free, but it was hopeless. As Eric and Chuck each grabbed one of her wrists, she knew that Jack was going to do with her what he wanted.
The three boys laid her on her back as Jack approached, undoing his shirt. Ray was the only one who didn't enter into the immediate picture. He stood in the background looking around Jack's body with surprise in his eyes. Val wondered at this switching of roles that they'd all undergone, and at the intuitive communication Jack seemed to have between the other three.
Chuck leaned down over Val's covered body and ripped the blanket off. His olive skin and long nose made him look like a wood spirit of an evil sort. His grip was strong and confident without being brutal.
Eric's shyness still prevailed to some extent. He held her hand so lightly that she hardly felt as if her right hand were being held at all. But his red hair seemed like fire now as he peered down at her through his lustful gaze. Val cowered away and looked up at Jack.
Jack was standing as big as life, and naked down to his hiking boots. Richard moved out of his way as he stepped up to Valentine.
"NO ... NO!" Val complained as Jack fingered a cock even bigger than Pat's. The red veins stood out on the sides like tiny hoses. Val watched the head change slowly to a deep-violet color as Jack began to finger the ridge along the bottom. The pulsing member appeared to be a mighty weapon protruding from his dark mass of tangled pubic hair.
"Spread her cuntlips, Rick, and let's see what she really looks like," said Jack in a deeper-than-adolescent tone.
The boy kneeling and smiling by Val's thigh reached over deftly and took a cuntlip in each hand. He then spread them slowly as one would to look at a deep and dangerous wound. Everyone sighed in the same voice, even Ray. Jack was so moved that he began to really beat his meat.
"I thought they had teeth there!" Eric moaned as he stared blatantly at the moist cunt. Val dilated it from embarrassment.
"You dumb asshole," Jack said with authority, "of course they don't. It's just a wet, tight hole to stick your meat in." He wagged his cock at Eric as if to make his point.
Valentine watched the adolescents' excitement rise as they stared at her nakedness. She wished she were covered, or out of the forest, or, better, with Aaron. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Aaron on his boat in San Diego, but it was futile. Only images of the four leering faces entered her mind. Against her will her loins began to warm and she felt a longing for them, all of them.
"Look at her smile!" Jack exclaimed. "I'm going to fuck that face first."
Val pressed her lips tight, but it was too late. She would have to blow him now, she knew.
Jack slid easily onto her chest, putting most of his weight on the ground to keep from hurting her. Val saw the turgid red member right before her eyes and watched as a glistening droplet of lubricant formed at the mouth of the cockhead. It looked so sweet that she was tempted to lick it off, but she didn't want them to think she was eager for this or they might detain her longer than she could stand.
Val looked to each side and above her before taking the bulbous head into her mouth. Jack's impatience was beginning to show as Val hesitated. Eric and Chuck wanted her to eat the cockhead before her. They seemed to have some sort of vicarious commitment to it. She gently insinuated the head at her heart-shaped lips, then sucked the silky bulb in with one quick, snakelike motion. Eric and Chuck both fell back a little, obviously frightened and surprised by her deftness.
Richard was still holding her labia apart, but now his head was near her cunt and he was breathing hoarsely onto her tender tissues. Val couldn't see him, but she could tell that the kid was about to venture a taste of her private area. She braced herself for the jolt, but it didn't come. Richard's breathing was steady and hoarse, but he didn't seem to dare to do it.
As Val began to suck the hard cock deeper into her mouth Eric said, "Look at that!" He said it with such naivete' that the rest laughed lightly at him. He gawked in disbelief at the jaws spread wide by the giant tool. Val wondered if all the boys had such large equipment. But she knew she wouldn't have to wonder for long.
Chuck was undoing his fly in excitement. Val's arm still lay where he had been holding it on the ground. She'd forgotten about it in her attempt to suck in Jack's huge cock. Suddenly a hot rod of flesh lay across her left hand. Chuck had undone his fly and placed his cock on her open palm.
In a reflex movement Val closed her hand around the throbbing member. It was smaller than Jack's by quite a lot, and reminded Val of what she thought an adolescent's cock should be like. Jack now seemed even more ominous by comparison to his friend. Val sucked extra hard on the cock, realizing what a treasure it was. Her attitude was changing, her inhibitions were lessening, and she started blowing and sucking alternately. Jack was bouncing happily on her chest.
Val was now pumping Chuck's cock with her left hand and sucking Jack off with her beautiful mouth as Richard breathed down on her rapidly heating cunt. The forest was still and quiet except for their pan tings and sexual sounds. All of the little animals and birds had stopped. Val imagined that it was to watch her being gang-fucked, but she knew that that was a silly idea.
Richard now dared to stick the tip of his inexperienced tongue out at Val's juicy cunt. He hit the clitoris the first try, probably not realizing that it was the most sensitive spot on her whole body. He did it again, and Val jumped again. And again he tried it with response, and again. He got a rhythm going as soon as he realized what he was doing.
"Stop that!" Jack yelled, bouncing even more rapidly on Val's shapely chest.
Richard had become so impassioned that when he was told to stop he could do it no other way than to bury his head in her snatch. Val moaned and arched her steaming cunt up into the air, carrying Richard's face with her.
The tongue in her cunt was now unabashed and digging deep. Val felt the fires grow in her belly.
Jack was now helping Val by sliding back and forth on her chest, driving his meat into her lips. She sucked and blew until shortly the signs of impending orgasm began to grow on his face. Val remembered the taste of Pat's copious cum and became dizzy with anticipation. She grabbed out spastically with her right hand and secured a grip on Eric's pants front.
Eric yelled out almost in pain as his tender hard-on was assaulted by Val's impetuous need. She wanted to be pounding his cock like she was stroking Chuck's. She pulled and pushed at the bulge in his crotch. Eric gave way and unzipped his pants quickly and pulled out his youthful cock. It was the same soft texture as Chuck's, but freckled like Pat's. Val grabbed the head tightly and began stroking.
Suddenly Jack stopped moving. His balls jumped up and down on Val's chin as the ridge along the bottom pulsed and her face filled with cum. Val was not in a good position to swallow, so she let the hot, thick liquid flow out around her compressed lips.
"Look at that!" Eric exclaimed again in the same astonishment as the precious fluid began to pour into her nose. Jack quickly pulled out and wiped his hand across her face before he collapsed on the forest floor, still spewing his seed out of his throbbing cock.
Chuck didn't wait for an invitation. He immediately climbed up onto her heaving chest. Val would've tried to take his cock in, but she was arched in the throes of her own orgasm. Jack's fluids were running over her face and had triggered the pressure in her groin so that her own precious juices were pouring into Richard's mouth.
Everyone except Jack was caught by surprise when she started to come. Eric said, "I didn't know women came, too!"
No one answered his rhetorical question as they watched her toss.
Val noticed as she began to come down out of the clouds that Ray still hadn't joined in. He just watched from afar with reddened eyes and a drooling mouth. He was the only one that looked really handsome to Val and she sort of wished he would fuck her, too. But he didn't seem to notice her pleading eyes as he remained there watching. It might be because he looked like a young Aaron that she wished this, or it might have been that he was the only one that didn't join in the "rape" that made him appeal to her. She stopped thinking about it as soon as Chuck's cock was placed on her lips.
Val fiddled with the tip of the small tool as Chuck arched his back in pleasure. She reached to his balls with her free hand and squeezed them gently. The sensitive cock responded by puffing up and becoming longer and harder. Val saw the pale member turn dark red with excitement. Her mouth watered and she sucked the penis into her mouth.
Eric had moved down to where Richard had been eating Val out. Eric watched as Val's cunt arched in little bumps into the air. He had his pants all the way down and Val realized that he was going to fuck her. His youth frightened her a bit. She felt like a child molester. But she knew that it was really these boys who were "adult molesting". She smiled at the turnabout as Eric's snubby cock was insinuated against the mouth of her cunt.
Val's attention was brought back to Chuck's dark, shadow-colored cock as he began pumping violently. She had to reach up and grab him by the balls to slow him down. His youthful excitement was too much for him, and Val realized that he didn't have the restraint of someone as mature as Jack.
Chuck's balls felt very soft as Val grabbed them. They were spongy and dark little orbs. They didn't hang down at all the way Pat's pale ones had, or the way Aaron's did. Val sighed around the throbbing member and Chuck went wild. His dark, uncircumcised cock still lodged in Valentine's sweet mouth.
Meanwhile, Eric had dropped all pretense of shyness and was trying awkwardly to penetrate Val's hot, moist cunt. Val was becoming frustrated by his ineptness, but couldn't do anything about it with Chuck positioned the way he was on her chest. Suddenly Eric entered. The full length of his boyish cock sank into her vagina. Val spread her legs to allow more cock to slide into her hungry cunt, but there was no more of the cock to come.
As Eric pumped furiously, and with youthful abandon, Val sucked hard upon Chuck's dark cock. She sucked, then blew, then sucked again, until Chuck was a vibrating bunch of nerves contorting on top of her. She was really in control, but she wasn't getting enough. She figured that as long as she was being forced to be here she might as well be satisfied. But she wasn't. She looked wantonly over at Jack, who was just beginning to stir. But his limp cock looked as if it wouldn't be any use to her immediate passion.
Ray came to mind at the same time Aaron did. Yes, Val convinced herself, he looks like Aaron must've looked ten years ago. She wanted him, but he was the only one who didn't seem inclined to fuck, as he remained where he'd been sitting.
Eric was still pumping clumsily as Chuck began to come. Val spat his cock out of her mouth quickly and continued to stroke him with her hand as his seed spilled beside her face. The adolescent sperm had a very bitter taste to it. This made Val both spit out the cock and feel more guilty than ever about balling these kids. But, after all, it hadn't been her idea!
Eric now lay down flat across her as Chuck's dark body slumped off and rolled away. Val looked down to where Chuck's sperm had landed.
It was steaming in white globs and smelled like a light fish stew, very salty.
Val accepted Eric's sweating, pumping body with a smile. He was so young and so eager. Val could imagine that in ten years he would really be a first-class lay. But he was too young now and was just trying to get his rocks off without even thinking at all about who he was doing this with. Richard was now standing over them, impatiently rubbing his hands on his sweaty face as he watched.
Val tried to help Eric, but found herself only brushing back his hair and looking at him as if he were a younger brother. Suddenly he came and pulled out at the same time. Little spurts of cum spattered over Val's belly and she had to laugh a little at the surprised look on Eric's face.
Val was now tired and wanted to move, or at least to rest. But Richard had other ideas. He pushed Eric out of the way and fell on top of her. His boyish penis was hard, but pale, as he pointed it at her bush.
Jack had now rolled up next to Val and begun fingering her soft nipple as Richard pumped as ferociously as Eric had. Jack was gentle and smiled like a man satisfied. Val appreciated that, but knew that as soon as Richard was done, Jack would probably climb on. She needed a man so badly by this time that she just stared at Jack and made him into full-grown adult in her mind. She reached down and laid her hand across his limp tool. It responded at once.
Val smiled as Jack leaned over and kissed her lightly on the nose. He was playful, but mature. She wanted him and waited patiently while Richard's thin body bounced violently on top of her, trying as hard as he could to get his nuts off.
When his cock became hard Jack did not insist on being stroked hard, or even insist at all. He knew enough to let Val do what she wanted. She gently rubbed the silky head and pulled her fingers gracefully down the length of turgid cock.
"Mmmmmnnnn!" Jack said softly into her ear.
"Thank you!" Val said. But Jack flushed and looked quite embarrassed at her honesty. He was enigmatic. Val wondered at the many sides of his personality that he had shown her already. She couldn't tell which side was the real Jack, or if any of them were. She wanted to believe that the last one was him.
Richard came. He shot his wad in the adolescent frenzy that Val expected from him. But it did nothing to excite her, unfortunately. She just opened her pussy and let Richard drain all of his seed into her cunt.
As Richard rolled off in satisfaction Jack eased his frame onto Val's voluptuous form. Before he lowered himself into position he stared down at her. His eyes wandered wantonly over the three special spots on her lovely body. As he lowered slowly onto her his mouth met her nipple. She arched her chest in renewed excitement toward his head. His large, well-formed mouth took in the entire nipple and half of Val's tender breast.
"OHHHHHH!" yelled Val. It echoed through the tall trees and Val felt both calm and wild at the same time. She was at last being satisfied, or knew that she could be.
"I'm going to fuck you real gentle and slow," Jack said. His voice came to her like another soft, deep whisper from the forest. No one else existed for Val, not even the three boys sprawled out directly beside them.
Jack didn't penetrate her immediately. First he rubbed his large cock up and down her sensitive slit. The caresses from his silky head ran from her cunt mouth all the way to the crown of her crack. As his cockhead passed her inflamed clitoris Val felt as if she'd been touched by a hot iron. The burning sensation spread from her clit into her belly, then throughout her lovely, slender body.
Jack spread her legs with his knees, then put his hands beside her so that the only part of him that was touching her was his heated cockhead. He ran the silky bulb up and down her slit a couple more times, then stopped at her clit. He ground the steaming head gently against her nubbin.
Jack's hips moved like a well-timed machine; first applying some pressure and then backing off a bit. His tempo began to pick up and with each push the pressure became greater. Val was more than tempted to pull his handsome bulk into her to be really fucked, but she resisted because of his excruciating expertise. She liked the way he made her wait for it.
Val could stand it no longer and shifted her hips so that the next time he applied pressure at all he would have to enter. Jack gasped deeply as his tender head slipped quickly between Val's moist, eager lips. He was just going to pull back when Val grabbed his muscular shoulders with her impatient arms and pulled him on top of her heated body.
"That's quite a trick!" Jack exclaimed, breathing sporadically.
"I ... I need you, I need you!" Val sputtered.
"Thanks for saying so," Jack laughed pleasantly as he began to catch his breath and calm down.
"Love me gently!" Val commanded in a whisper that was both light and forced.
"I'll try to," Jack said, flushing again from ear to ear.
Val sighed and felt Jack's tool begin pushing its way through the tender tissues of her vagina. She put her hands on his ass and felt the cheeks go concave as he pushed on into her. She rubbed her palms across the smoothness of his ass, then slapped his cheek impetuously. Jack arched his back as the sound reverberated through the woods. Val was pleased that she had found this secret source of stimulation for him, and slapped again.
"If you want me to come right now, just keep that up," Jack said with a sheepish smile.
"Not on your life!" Val said, and began rubbing smoothly again.
Val closed her eyes and Jack became Aaron. She realized that as good as this was, she still wanted to be home with the love of her life. Not, of course, until she was finished.
Jack's meat now dug deeper into the secrets of her body. She felt the head pressed tightly against the opening to her womb. Her hips wiggled back in fear as Jack pressed on.
The fright had to leave, she knew, and she tried to relax and let it happen. But the pressure was too great and too exciting as the mighty head broke through to the womb.
"AAAANNNGGG!" Valentine screamed until she realized that there was no pain, just the decidedly different feeling of having a cock pressed against her womb.
Jack began to withdraw and Val groaned wildly again. Jack looked a little frightened above her as he elicited all of these violent reactions from her. But Val could see that it was affecting him, too, and he began to pump.
Val felt as if she were tied to the front end of a train going about ninety miles an hour as Jack pumped as fast with his huge tool as Eric had done with his tiny one.
All three of the other boys were watching now as Valentine was really getting fucked. They all held their breath in awe, even Ray. Val put her knees to her chest to get more, more of that wonderful cock into her body. Jack went up on his knees to fuck her better. Now her ass was suspended in mid-air by Jack's capable hands as he stood on his powerful knees and rammed his cock deeply into Val's slurping cunt.
In and out the mighty rod rammed as the cuntlips tried to follow. Val felt Jack cram his meat in for the final time. He pushed her along the ground like a wheelbarrow without wheels. Their orgasms met somewhere inside her vagina and bloated her belly like a balloon. Cum came shooting out from around Jack's throbbing cock as the pressure grew. Even after Val collapsed in a weak lump in Jack's hands his own cum was still flowing.
Slowly he deflated like a large balloon with a small hole, and fell in a spent pile beside her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Valentine had wondered what that clapping sound was. She knew she was being fucked by the large eagle scout, but she suddenly realized that Chuck and Richard had been beating off. Their sperm spurted onto her neck and face. She felt strange being rained on by cum right after Jack had filled her body with it.
The two boy scouts slumped over after they came. Eric, smiling in a devilish manner, mounted her chest with his pale cock in his pudgy hand. Val wondered when it would end. The boys just seemed to be able to come back; one of them was always horny and ready to go at it.
"Please let me rest," Val pleaded. But no one spoke as Eric insinuated his cockhead at her heart-shaped lips and moaned in animalistic tones, begging Val to take it into her mouth. Even Jack just lay there with his hands on his crotch and his eyes glassed over, not uttering a sound in her defense.
Ray seemed to stir from where he sat by the three, but didn't come over to help. Val sighed and realized that she would have to keep going until they were all tired. She sucked Eric's spongy cock into her mouth without further ado.
"Aaaaaahhhhgggg!" Eric burst out. He had been caught by surprise as his tender cock became lost inside Valentine's moist, hot mouth.
Val was not really excited by this young boy, though it was different to be doing it with someone so young. She felt she wanted to give him a blowjob that he wouldn't soon forget, one that would wear him out and put him out of commission. She wanted to rest.
Eric felt the difference this time. When he had fucked her before she hadn't responded, but now she seemed to come alive. Val knew Eric could feel this difference as his eyes went wide in animated awe. His whole cock his balls were suctioned into her mouth. At first he looked a little frightened and said, "Christ, would you look at that!"
Val felt the excitement rise. It started as a flush in her neck and worked its way down to her chest. The wonderful heat spread from chest to belly, where it made her feel as if her insides were blazing. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled down the outside of her eye.
Val now ran her hot tongue along the bottom ridge of Eric's hard cock until she hit his balls. She had never had testicles in her mouth before. They had always seemed too independent, too "organish" and too dirty. But now it was different. First off, he was just a kid and his testicles were soft and the scant hair on them was pliable and not wiry. She flipped one with the tip of her playful tongue muscle and Eric jumped.
"Holy shit!" Eric yelled, trying to pull his threatened organs loose.
Val spit out the cock and retained the balls in her mouth as Eric stopped pulling. The two little globes in their wrinkled sac were like orbs of sensitivity. Val was determined to use this fact to her best ability as she began pressing the flat of her tongue against them. The balls retreated to the roof of her mouth as she pushed and plied. Eric had grabbed her by the ears in an attempt at self-preservation. Val responded by trying to swallow them.
Her lips spread out around the connection of his sac to his body as the balls were pulled back to the opening of her throat by suction. She then blew again and the balls went back to the roof of her mouth. Eric was dancing like a sexual puppet on her chest as she tongued his balls.
"Oh, baby," Eric said in the deepest voice he had, trying his hardest to sound like an adult. Val laughed with her mouth full of balls.
Val responded to the heat growing in her own groin. She began to realize that it was her reaction that gave her this passion, and not the partner. The boy on her chest looked far away and innocent. Too innocent and too far away to be the cause of the lava imbedded in her cunt.
The balls slipped out of her mouth as she moaned. Eric cried out and Val took his tender cock back between her lips. The taste was light and airy, not at all like a man's. She suddenly realized that it had just been inside her cunt and that she was tasting herself. The thought startled her and seemed repugnant at first, but then curiosity got the upper hand. She tried to describe it to herself so that she would always have some reference as to what her cunt tasted like.
As Eric started pumping his plump hips on her chest, Val's mind wandered. She began noticing how dark it had gotten in the woods. Only a glimmer of light still reached them. Night was upon them.
Eric telegraphed his orgasm more than the worst boxer telegraphs a punch. A minute before the cum began spurting into Val's sucking mouth he had dug his fingers into his own hips and tensed all of the young muscles in his body. His red hair tossed about wildly as he thrashed. Val swallowed the slight amount of fluid as it popped out of his body.
Jack was now standing over them. "Had enough?" he asked Eric as the young redhead crawled away exhausted and fumbled with his sleeping bag.
Val watched with sleepy eyes as Jack reached down and touched her clit. She had forgotten all about her own desire. As she was touched it felt like an explosion in her groin. She gasped in large gulps of fresh forest air as her orgasm poured out onto her thighs.
Jack smiled.
Chuck began to look wantonly at Val's body in the partial light of the sunset.
"No!" commanded Jack. "The lady needs a rest and so do we. We'll sleep around her in a circle tonight."
Val knew now that they weren't going to let her go right away. She just curled up in a ball where she was and pulled the blanket up over her and fell asleep.
Val felt someone grab her by the ankles. She was too tired to complain and just let herself be pulled out of the circle by the one break in it. The person who moved her did it as silently as an Indian. She still couldn't see who it was, because the night was pitch black.
She felt gentle hands take hers and lead her away. She walked quietly, beginning to realize slowly that one of them was abducting her. It will be easier to escape from just one of them, she thought as she followed willingly.
Ray's voice came sweetly to her as he warned her to watch her step. She couldn't see a thing anyway, so she just kept on following his lead.
So it's Ray! she thought. Maybe he's shy about sex and wants me all to himself, she reasoned. I can imagine a sensitive boy would be turned off by a gang-bang. That's why he didn't join in then.
Val held tightly to Ray's gentle, youthful hand.
She followed him obediently as he walked softly and surely like a cat through the night.
It was later than Val thought. After they had been moving for only twenty minutes or a half-hour the dawn came creeping up on the tree-studded horizon. Ray just kept on moving until Valentine saw in the dim light of early morning a cluster of campers and trailers. She deduced that Ray was bringing her to this haven. What luck! Someone was sure to be heading south! But as soon as Ray saw the collection of vehicles he halted and looked back at Val for the first time. Surprise and desperation were in his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Val asked.
"I ... I want...." Ray continued to stammer.
"What is it?" Val asked sympathetically.
"I want to give you these!" He handed her a bundle from his pack.
She opened it up and in it was a boy scout uniform, shirt and pants. She looked at them, and then at Ray, and smiled.
Val threw off her blanket before realizing what she had done. Ray backed off and gasped. Val suddenly knew that she had to give herself to this kind boy who had helped her escape. She dropped her bundle.
Ray backed off a step more, but Val grabbed him playfully. He struggled and Val thought that he had picked up on her notion of sexual play and was taking the role of the shy one. She pulled his small body to the ground as he struggled.
Val had her naked body bouncing voluptuously all over Ray's clothed form. She ripped at the pants and worked them down to the knee.
Val gasped, for instead of finding a pale little pecker she saw a light-haired adolescent cunt. Val looked again in amazement. Ray was a girl. No wonder she had been upset with the others and protective of Val.
"God, I'm sorry," Val explained lamely.
Ray was up in a bounce and had her pants back to her waist. She ran away before Val could thank her for her help. The girl didn't even turn around. I bet the rest of them don't even know, she guessed with a laugh. She wished that she could have thanked that clever little girl.
As Val put on the boy scout uniform that was a trifle small for her, she thought about home. The campers-surely one of them was heading somewhere near San Diego. She moved her newly clothed body closer to the camping spot and watched the early riser climbing out of his small portable home. Soon, unshaven men began stepping out of trailers and campers and stretched and groaned in the exaggerated way men act when they're on vacation from their wives.
At first Val thought that she should walk up and ask them if anyone was going to San Diego. But then she cautioned herself. You'd think I was born yesterday, she mused. Try to hitch a ride with these men? After what I've learned, Vd have to be insane. She watched them from where she stood. She wisely resisted the impulse to throw herself on the mercy of any man.
Suddenly a man came running from over a small knoll with a very large trout in his hands. "Jesus," he yelled, "get your asses down there! Are they biting this morning!"
Val watched the camp evacuate in something short of five minutes.
The plan was staring her right in the face. She started looking each of the campers over carefully. She looked at bumpers and windshields until she was sure that it was hopeless. No stickers for Ryan or Convair or any recognizable schools. It was too bad. Then she looked at the license plates. One had a frame that read, Camperland-San Diego. Val tried the door of the large camper and found that it had been left open in haste. She pulled the door slowly, half-expecting someone's wife to emerge from the empty compartment.
She climbed in as soon as she determined that it was empty. It was in the sort of disorder that only a man could feel comfortable with. Val smiled to herself and moved the things a little to see if she could find an appropriate hiding place. Under the bed by the window Val found a ventilated trunk that would just fit her body with enough room left to move the cramps out of her legs.
Val decided not to take any chances and took some food off of the table and put it in the trunk with her. She looked and saw that there was no way that the driver could see her in the back while he was in the cab. She knew she could move around once the truck was moving. She heard footsteps and crossed her fingers before she ducked into the truck.
Val was surprised and pleased when they left that afternoon. She'd only had to spend about six hours in that trunk before things got underway. She had heard the two men who were occupying the camper talk about when they expected to arrive in San Diego. What a relief that was! She couldn't be sure otherwise that that was where they were going. They might be heading somewhere else on the vacation, or the owner might have moved since the truck was bought. She was greatly relieved to know that her luck was with her.
The truck with its camper seemed to roll along at a good pace as Val peeked her head out of the truck. It was empty in back. She got out and watched the cities flash by from the back window.
Once they stopped for gas and Val ducked into the trunk, thinking that they might come in back and discover her. Nothing happened, and after the trip down from Carmel she found her luck extraordinary.
Val got back out of the trunk as soon as they were moving and sat looking out the back window. It was wonderful, seeing the towns go by so fast. She began to worry about Aaron. What would he say when he saw the way she looked? Would she have to tell him everything?
Of course I will, she thought. It's the honest thing to do.
She saw a van pulling up behind that looked like Michael's. Her heart pounded in panic, but the van passed them without Val ever being able to see who was driving.
I need a rest after all I've been through, she thought to herself.
Night was coming on as they approached San Diego along Highway 5. Two days ago she would've given anything to see Solana Beach and Torrey Pines pulling up on the right. And two days ago she wouldn't have given a nickel for her chances to make it back.
She had decided on a plan of action when they came near La Jolla. She would cause a racket, then jump out once the truck had stopped.
And it worked. One of the men in the cab got out and chased her down the shoulder of the highway and up the bank. Val was desperate to get away.
As the truck drove off the men cursed her and Val flipped them the bird from the security of where she stood. She put a lot of emotion behind that upraised finger. She felt as if she were at last getting back at everyone who had taken advantage of her.
She refused all the rides that were offered as she walked up the off ramp and onto the grounds of the Scripps Institute of Oceanography.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hi, Aaron," Val said as she stood exhausted at his door, having walked the last few hours in order to get there.
"Valentine!" tall, brawny Aaron exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Is that the way to greet your favorite girl?" she asked jovially. "Let me come in. Christ, I'm exhausted!"
But Aaron seemed reluctant to make a move. Valentine soon knew why.
"Ah, Valentine, this is ... ah ... Doctor Fields, our marine biologist at the Institute. She ... ah ... "
Val peered at the sexiest marine biologist she had ever seen, even on TV. She had one long limb entwined with the other and a drink balanced in her hand. She was wearing a halter top made of thin silky material-and no bra! The shape of those lovely boobs and the guilty look on her fiance's face made her suspect that she knew more about biology than what she got from books. Aaron looked like the cat that ate the bird. And what a lovely bird at that!
Val made a mental comparison. Here this beautiful, stacked, silk-clad woman sat, her drink in hand, while Val stood at the door covered with road dust and wearing a boy scout uniform. She knew that her hair was a mess and suspected that she had lost fifteen pounds from the wrong places on this trip.
Valentine was miserable. This wasn't that she had been expecting all those times on the road when she thought of Aaron. She felt like a fool and she couldn't help herself. She began to cry.
Val began sobbing in air and couldn't stop. She was hysterical and she couldn't relax enough to exhale. Her jaw was wide-open in grief and she made a moaning sound as she inhaled. Her lungs filled with air and her eyes with tears and still she couldn't help herself. She began to be faint, so she sat down with a plop on the cold cement porch. Poor Valentine, never had she felt so humiliated, so foolish and pitiful in her life. How she wished she had stayed at school until June instead of finishing up early. If only she could have said, "Hello, I'll come another time," and gotten out of there before the dam burst.
She felt herself passing out in a cold sweat, that women still sitting coolly on the couch with a look of mild surprise....
When Valentine awoke she was lying on the couch and the woman was gone. Aaron was looking down at her solicitously.
"There, there, Valentine," he said, rubbing her head with a moist towel.
Valentine pushed the towel away and struggled to sit up. She wanted out of this humiliating situation as quickly as possible. Valentine started weaving blindly toward the door. Aaron held her back and she started sobbing again and beating him on the chest. He kept trying to soothe her in his unctuous way and Valentine hit him in the face. Aaron took her into his strong arms and gently forced her back on the couch so that she would calm down. Val kept thrashing and pounding with the last strength she had in her.
Soon she stopped struggling and her whole body began shaking involuntarily.
"Aaron," she whispered, "if you knew...."
"Honey, I can see that you've been through a lot. And I'm so sorry for what happened-I had no idea this would happen."
He soothed her with his hands, caressing her golden skin and holding securely to her arms, her thighs and breasts. Valentine swooned and gave herself over completely to his control. She looked up at Aaron with a wondering gaze and the cumulative, delayed passion of the entire trip surfaced within her. She grabbed him violently around the neck and pulled him on top of her pounding chest.
"Tell me what happened to you," he said in the middle of her wild embrace.
"Not now!" was all she whispered hoarsely in his ear.
Val accepted his broad chest on top of her tightly confined breasts. The boy scout shirt had been too small, and her tits were squashed but sexy. The nipples were hard and showed through the fabric. One of Aaron's large, sturdy hands slid up her shirt front and rested on the flattened fullness.
"Let's get rid of this," he said, undoing the top button as he lay across her.
"Sure, honey," Val cooed.
Aaron hadn't waited for permission, but was already halfway down her tight-fitting shirt. Val stretched her chest out so that when the buttons slipped out of their holes her chest was revealed in sudden thrusts. Aaron gasped each time a section of Val's firm breasts popped into view.
When Aaron was about two-thirds of the way down her shirt and starting at where the nipples were beginning to show, Val reached up and yanked the dirt-covered shirt open. Her boobs bounced lightly upon being released and Aaron's sexy mouth dropped automatically to the bright, puckered knob of sensitized flesh.
"Ohhhh ... goooood!" Val moaned low and sensually as she grabbed onto Aaron's sun-bleached hair. His broad shoulders moved smoothly in rhythmic passion. The seething tension of sex moistened Val as her nipple was assaulted by her handsome partner.
Val forgot about how she had been greeted as Aaron applied his considerable sexual energy to her breast. She felt as if the entire globe of wonderful flesh were going to be swallowed by the hot mouth sucking deeply at her tight red nipple.
Aaron was pleased with her, Val thought. She could see his uninhibited response to her slender beauty as it was revealed to him. He was still sucking hard on the point of pleasure, but was also sticking his hand down into her pants and ruffling her pubic hair. Val wondered if he would say anything about the absence of underwear, but his watering eyes seemed to indicate that his concern was elsewhere.
Val began to look around the room for telltale signs of the other woman's influence. The room was the same, and she concluded that the relationship must not have been very serious or longstanding. She smiled to herself as Aaron's hot tongue ran across her chest to the other protruding nipple. She ground her hips up into Aaron's playful hand and gave him a handful of cunt.
"MMMMMNNN!" Aaron moaned in his baritone upon Val's tender flesh. She felt the goose bumps rise all over her body as the vibrations from his moaning washed her.
Val became active herself and rubbed Aaron's face and throat with her soft hands. She felt his handsome face smile around her impassioned knob of fiery flesh. The nipple seemed more and more as if it were on fire. Aaron was really doing all he could to make Val come without him having his clothes off. Val sensed this, but desperation ruled her body and she wanted to see him naked again.
Val's mouth felt as if it were full of cotton and she couldn't say a word, even though she had to tell him. There was something desperate and silly about her having to tell Aaron that she had to see him nude. She pulled at his hand in her pants, but it only darted away from her to slide quickly and hotly over her swollen clitoris.
A sound from deep in her chest issued forth as cum juice flowed from her undulating cunt. Aaron's hand was cupping her pussy when the fluids flowed and he began rubbing them into the softness of her cunt hair.
Aaron slowly released his hold on the nipple and it began to spread out to an incredible smoothness. Only very tiny bumps were left on the surface as Aaron watched the flushed flesh of the voluptuous breasts relax. He smiled at Val, then back at the nipple, and Val felt satisfied for the first time in months. But she wanted more, which was no problem, because Aaron obviously did, too.
Val allowed her half-naked body to be picked up easily by Aaron. She drooped sensually in his capable arms. The brawny muscles were rigid against her soft flesh as he walked gingerly toward the bedroom, holding her to him. She could smell the pungent sweetness of his body and she wanted that fragrance to linger and remind her, even with her eyes shut, that it was Aaron this time who was holding her.
Aaron laid her on the purple bedspread of his king-sized bed. The velvet felt like tiny little feelers against her sensitive skin. She rolled wantonly on the bed as Aaron stripped off his casual sport shirt to reveal the golden tangle of bushy chest hair gleaming in the darkened room. The breadth and structure of the muscular build were impressive. He exuded sex as he stared handsomely down at her.
Next came the slacks. It was then that Val realized that his movements had been slow and deliberate for her benefit. He appeared to be a large, graceful animal in the middle of stalking his game. Val relished the fact that she was the object of his desire.
Aaron's pants dropped to the ground in a limp pile around his ankles. A rigid, thick line ran up from his crotch in his shorts. Val sighed to see the outline of the huge tool. It was dark; only the light from the kitchen came through, but Val could see the cock pulsing with every tremendous beat of Aaron's heart.
The tiredness that had captured Val's body after her orgasm was being pushed away by an intense warmth that was spreading throughout her lithe body. She felt her loins heat up, then cool down in rhythmic pulsations. Her heart was pounding with greater abandon as Aaron put his fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts and began to pull them down.
Val's eyes followed the smooth motion of Aaron's capable hands as the waistband slid down his muscular hips. The elastic caught on the bulbous head, then snapped clear of it. The cock escaped from its confines and bobbed happily like a large branch from the trunk of his body.
"How beautiful!" Val exclaimed. Embarrassment flushed her young face as soon as she realized that her appreciative thoughts had become vocal.
Aaron blushed, too. Val could see it through the half-lighting of the room, and through his deep, glowing tan. It made him look like an adolescent exploring sex for the first time. Val's mind flashed to Michael. But Michael was really a boy, and Aaron, by the size of his red-veined member, obviously wasn't. Val watched as the exposed prick throbbed.
Aaron continued to lower his shorts. The tender basket of balls which hung down his thighs came into view. Val noticed that his balls were so large that one had to hang almost directly below the other. The shriveled-looking orbs descended and then began retracting in excitement up to his body. Val wanted to reach out and fondle the wonderful package of organs. But her interest in the overall motion of his powerful body distracted her.
Aaron moved closer to the double bed with his cock bobbing in front of his strong frame. He grabbed it in his right hand to keep it from swaying from side to side as he planted one knee on the bed. Val moved toward him and touched the tender organ with an extended finger of her gentle hand.
"Be careful, baby," Aaron said with a sly smile as he released his rod to her care.
Val did not speak as her long, elegant fingers wrapped tightly around the protruding member. Aaron backed away a little to get his balance, but Val held on and pulled his skin in a wrinkle up around the purple head. As he lost his balance and fell back a bit the rod began pulsing wildly in Val's hand.
A droplet of lubricant leaked from the mouth of his bulbous head. Without thinking, Val dipped her head close to the purple knob and dug the droplet out with a flick to the tip of her hot, and very eager, tongue.
"Aggggghhhhh!" Aaron moaned. "Watch out ... there ... little woman...." he added.
Val noticed at once that he was calling her by the pet name he had used all last summer. He had used it only when he was being genuinely tender: "little woman." She smiled with her pretty heart-shaped mouth up at Aaron, then slipped the silky head quickly into the cavity of her youthful lips.
The purple knob slid easily into her mouth as she stared at the disappearing rod. She put both her slender hands on the cock shaft while her mouth was yet wrapped around the head. She could swallow quite a bit with both hands on it. His member was so long and thick and hard.
Val's eyes watered as she realized that she was going to swallow the entire cock. It would be such a pleasure to please him like that. She wasn't afraid now. The experiences of her trip told her that there was nothing to worry about as long as she wanted to please him, and as long as she relaxed.
The solid shaft began sinking deeply into her warm, moist mouth as she sucked hard.
"Hey, little woman," Aaron said in a half-worried tone, "you'd better watch out, or you'll hurt yourself."
Val wasn't worried as she shifted her body to get a better angle on Aaron's meaty tool. She became demanding in her desire to satisfy him and began pushing and pulling his body into the proper position for him to be blown right.
"You've done this before," Aaron said.
Val was in no position to answer and just looked up at his crystal-blue eyes, which stood out strikingly from the deep, beautiful tan of his handsome, smiling face.
Val now had him lying on his back in a comfortable position. She rubbed her soft hands down the inside of his rippling thighs as she retained the turgid pecker within her tight lips. His golden leg hair stood up as her hands passed over it. It was soft for a man's hair, but thick and curly. She felt him respond to her gentleness as he stretched his tall frame across the king-sized bed for her to be able to better reach him.
The bulbous head was being scrubbed by the roughness on the top of Val's incessant tongue. She pulled his thighs up to her head so that the muscles of his massive thighs encompassed her delighted head. She felt secure and warm. The heat from his legs made her dizzy and happy. Aaron rolled his legs slightly on her head so that the tool buried in her mouth was turned from side to side. The sensitive, silky skin of the turgid, purple head was pulled passionately across the ribbed roof of her mouth.
Val felt her time approaching to gain real control of the situation as Aaron's stretch turned into extended tension. Every muscle in his large, long body was tight and anticipating. Val dropped her head quickly and in that one motion had the spongy head pressed tightly against the opening to her tender throat. The fullness around the pulsing cock felt wonderful to Val.
"Jesus, honey, watch out!" Aaron exclaimed with a tone of real concern.
Of course Val couldn't reply, but she showed Aaron with her sweet, eager eyes that she was not only going to do it, but she was going to do it right.
The head sort of popped into her throat as she pushed. Aaron cried out in a tone that she had never heard emitted from him before. The sound of it wrenched sympathy from her heart. She knew she was doing it right.
Aaron was now spread-eagled on the bed. The tensions had been too much, and Val thought that he had fainted. She almost panicked and spit out the lovely-tasting tool. But Aaron lifted his limp head slowly and muttered an almost unintelligible something about pleasure.
"Oh ... that ... was very ... niiiice!" He fell back and smiled broadly.
Val pressed on slowly. The thick shaft was making a wide tunnel in her throat. She was breathing passionately through her nose. She had learned from her experiences on the road that it was more than impossible to breathe any other way when giving real good head. She felt competent and in control as the tangles of golden pubic hair slid within reach of her hot, tight lips and slurping, sucking mouth.
The rod felt beautiful and secure deep in her sensitive mouth. She wanted it always to be there. It was as if it were necessary to have it that deep to make her feel like a complete woman. Her tenderness for Aaron was very strong. She would do anything for him and to him so that he was pleased.
Aaron seemed to appreciate her ministrations. His hips would tighten as Valentine began to pull back from the depths of wondrous penetration that she'd accomplished. He reached down with his large, gentle hand and stroked her hair as if it would help her extract the mighty shaft from the tunnel of her throat.
As soon as the spongy head cleared the opening to her throat Val felt the tightness in her young face disappear. She darted out her tongue along the , bottom ridge of the hard organ. Aaron really grabbed her head as his tall frame convulsed on top of the king-sized bed in pleasure.
The pulsing of Aaron's rhythmic heartbeat seemed to be concentrated in his throbbing cock. The pounding made his prick expand considerably. Val rhythmically darted her hot tongue along the bottom ridge of the tool at the times it was retracting. As the member swelled in turn, Val pulled her tongue down and sucked hard. Aaron was being reduced to a bouncing mass of nerves at Val's sexy ministrations.
She again began to swallow the cock deep. She sensed that Aaron was ready and began to pull the length of it into her tender throat.
Aaron's cock began pulsing more wildly the deeper the mighty pecker sank into her face.
Val could feel the orgasm growing inside of him. It was as if she were really a part of him, as if she could feel everything that he did. She could, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his wad into her eager throat.
Val had to get it all the way down before he came. She forced her face upon the impelling cock. His balls were jumping up against her chin as her lips again met his bristly cock hair. She waited. She knew it was going to happen, and she wanted it. There was no fear on her part, and she felt no repugnance at all for the act she was performing.
Hot wads of salty cum shot into her body as her eyes watered with pleasure. She swallowed automatically as the spunk flowed into her throat.
Her throat sporadically convulsed around the pulsing shaft, squeezing it of all of its precious fluids.
Val felt her slender hips vibrate quickly as the last drops of Aaron's hot cum were pulled into her body. She knew that she had forgotten about her body-but her body had not forgotten about her. She was coming, too.
New juices mixed with the dried cum on her thighs as she felt all of the energy in her young body being drained out of her cunt in a flood.
Aaron's cock went very slowly limp in her mouth as she laid her head on his thigh and slipped into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
In the morning Val found herself wrapped tightly around Aaron as he slept. She awoke very pleased and a little apprehensive. She still didn't know what to think about the other woman. And how would she tell Aaron about her awful "adventures".
Aaron stirred in the tangled flesh and smiled lovingly at Val. He leaned down his head and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and blushed.
"What's the matter?" Aaron asked, insinuating that there was something serious behind Val's flushed face.
"Nothing!" Val exclaimed, trying to pass it off.
"Nothing what?" Aaron demanded.
Val was silent for a few moments, then said, "What about that woman last night?"
"Oh, you mean Doctor Fields?" Aaron asked. He didn't flinch, and it surprised Val.
Last night she felt so sure that she understood what was going on. "I mean that beautiful woman you had sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand, whoever that was."
"Yes, Doctor Fields. She had some good news for me. My application has been accepted for a part-time teaching position at the Institute. That means I'll have a lot more time in San Diego instead of spending my life out on the research vessel. And more money, too. I was waiting to hear about it before I called you, because I was thinking that you could transfer to the university here to finish school. I thought we could get a nicer apartment in La Jolla or Encinitas, if you want to." Aaron beamed proudly, as if he had been waiting for the good news and could now make his offer.
Valentine was all smiles. Things looked so different after their long sleep. The sun was shining heartily and the clock beside the bed said it was past noon. Valentine was ravenous. She hugged Aaron and asked for breakfast.
"Sure ... anything your heart desires, darling," he said, smiling. "And over coffee you can tell me everything that's happened to you."
Val spent the better part of two hours telling him everything, from the two Lesbians and their commune to the men with the camper. She cried a little and looked guilty. But Aaron's expression never changed except that he would smile to reassure her when she started to cry.
When she had told it all, Aaron put his arms around her and rocked her like a baby. "Poor Valentine," was all he said.
Val wept large, warm tears. The moment was complete. She was forgiven because of the love Aaron had for her.
Val felt as if her body were melting into the kindness that exuded from Aaron's tall frame and tender heart.
"Tomorrow we'll go buy some clothes for you and put a down payment on a Porsche. You'll never have to hitchhike again," he reassured.
Val smiled at Aaron's warm words. He had anticipated her needs already. She reached down and cupped his more-than-a-handful of genitals. She felt the organs move automatically in her slender hand. The cock began to swell and lengthen in her grip.
Aaron took it quietly, lying back and letting the feeling of being fondled heighten him and make his eyes water. Val watched his face as she squeezed the extending member.
"I want to thank you, and to please you, Aaron," she said. "I'll do anything you want this time. Anything."
From the expression on his face it was obvious to Val that his ingenious mind was working through all the possibilities. His eyebrows arched and a smile captured his entire face. "Let's just fuck," he suggested in a passionate tone. "We can invent later."
Val kissed the hair on his chest as he rolled her onto her back. She moved sensuously and willingly. Aaron's powerful hands were gentle and confident. It filled Val with confidence and she lay back and spread her legs invitingly. Aaron was obviously moved. His prick was huge and throbbing as he approached her exposed labia. The glistening lips quivered at his slightest motion.
One of Aaron's large fingers reached down and explored her moistened cunt. He spread the lips gently and ran his fingers around the opening. The flesh turned a bright red as Val's passions were ignited. Aaron pulled lightly and playfully at the inner labia. It stretched out and pulled the hood of her clitoris down. Val felt the heat in her body soar.
She spread her legs just a bit more, and the cuntlips separated to reveal a beautiful maw. He stared down at it with great interest as his finger ran up the slit and pulled the sensitive hood off of the nubbin. Exposed was a throbbing red knob. Aaron was shaking with excitement. He dipped his head and sucked the tender point into his mouth before Valentine knew what was happening.
"Ohhhhh, SWEEEET JESUS!" she cried. Aaron ran the hot little bunch of nerves across his teeth, pressing it there with his lips. Val felt as if her entire body were being compressed into a mass of passion.
Aaron let the clit slip slowly from his lips. "You like that?" he asked rhetorically in his deep bass tone. His voice reached Val like music, and what beautiful music it was. It careened through her slender, lithe body like an internal caress.
Aaron pulled himself onto her waiting body as they stared into each other's misty eyes. They both smiled weakly as the passion grew.
The mighty cock was now insinuated at the opening to her cunt. Val suddenly felt that he was too big for her, too much of a man. But he accepted her, loved her and that was what mattered. She spread her lovely legs to allow him entrance.
The push was gentle as he plied his muscular hips to the task of penetration. Val anticipated the impending coitus with deep and passionate desire. He was not just fucking her, he was making love with her.
Val lay quietly on her back until the head had entered her cunt. The pressure was too great now. The bulbous, pulsing cockhead spread her cunt mouth greatly. Val was tense with pleasure and excitement. Aaron saw this and pressed on with reassuring vigor.
The juicy cuntlips were hot and slick. Aaron began passing more easily into her as she moaned in a voice she didn't know she had. Suddenly he was in as far as he wanted to go and began withdrawing. Val sighed and tried to manipulate her pussy lips to hold him in. But even as tight as the fit was his slick cock slid out.
The rim of his cockhead was held by the muscle of her cunt. He noticed that she had tried to stop his playful retreat, and smiled down at her.
In he pumped again. The slap was a sensuous flesh-on-flesh whapping sound that drove Val simply wild. She began clawing at his back and kissing him wildly about his smiling face. She was driven out of control by the sliding shaft which was digging deeper and wider into her juicy hole. Each stroke of the tool went further into Val's slim body. She felt her tissues being plowed aside by the loving assault.
The frenzy in Aaron built up more slowly than that in Valentine. Aaron's activity was like a train. First he began chugging in deep, slow strokes, then gathered up steam. He was rolling right along now.
Val marveled at his speed and power. She was overwhelmed. He was sweating and breathing above her in a tense, rapid passion. Val was consumed by it, and her orgasm flashed through her like wildfire.
Aaron was peaking also. His sweat was running copiously down his face as he shoved his cock into her by ramming his hips against her spread thighs. Val felt her womb open as the fiery cockhead broke on through. Hot cum splashed into her womb and Val came again. But this time it was different. It was deep and hollow, as if some secret need had been found in her that she didn't know existed. The feeling made her shiver and sweat at the same time. It was terribly intense and she felt as if she were being changed instantly into a person who could feel everything. For the first time she was really experiencing her own needs.
Val woke in the afternoon with Aaron still beside her. She'd almost expected to find him gone. It had been so perfect. Aaron had accepted her so completely that he didn't scold her or blame her or even put restraints on her. She liked that.
His face was serene as she looked over at it. His hair shone like a golden halo around his handsome face. Val felt loved and loving. She knew she had Aaron had something between them few people ever had. She felt both lucky and proud. And Aaron looked satisfied.
Aaron turned slightly in his sleep. Val watched the changing expression on his face as he moved. He was certainly handsome. And he was strong, competent and never grim. He was the positive power in her life, the guiding light, the pillar of strength. Aaron moved again.
Val reached over and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and kissed him on the nose. He smiled broadly and Valentine thought he was awake. But he wasn't.
Val wondered at his peace and composure. He was truly a man. She reached down and cupped his genitals again. This time they didn't start moving, but lay there inert. She didn't fondle them at all, but let her still hand feel all it could of his wondrous organs.
In a moment she moved her hand gently away.
The cock moved of its own accord. She watched, fascinated by the natural movement. She leaned her head, without realizing, down to the flaccid member and very lovingly pulled the soft coil into her gentle mouth. It responded immediately.
The surprise covered Val's face. She'd thought that if Aaron were asleep she could just feel the softness of it. But she was wrong. The cock responded and Aaron woke up. It was a gentle awakening, one he didn't seem to mind. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned at Val.
The smile that evolved from the yawn was bright and sexy. Val bit down easily on the cock while it was still a little soft, then let it slip from her mouth.
"You started it," Aaron said with a tease. "Now finish it!"
Val knew he was kidding, and brought her face up and kissed him passionately. Aaron laughed in his baritone and hugged and rocked her in his arms.
"Were you kidding when you said you'd let me do anything?" Aaron asked kindly.
"No, I wasn't kidding," Val answered. She squeezed his testicles.
"I love you!" Aaron stated as his hand slid around her shapely ass and one of his large fingers found and insinuated itself into her anus. She knew exactly what he wanted. She leaned toward him to make it easier.
Aaron ran his fingers around the ridged whorl of her anus. Val felt the tight muscles loosen of their own accord. Her body knew that Aaron was kind and careful. Val wouldn't have let him near her rectum with that giant cock before. Now was different.
Val was lying on her side facing Aaron's smiling face while his finger explored the outer rim of her rectum. She smiled back and pushed her ass out a little to have the anus exposed. Aaron's gentle finger slipped into the muscled hole. The tightness felt cool and pleasing. Val relaxed.
There was no pain as she would have anticipated before. There was just this sexual euphoria which made her eyes water and her temperature rise. Her face felt hot and full of feeling as his large finger began sliding in.
Val was surprised at how easy he went in. She had not been greased or anything. It was just her asshole and his finger. She thought that she must really want it to have it so easy. She lay there and revered the feeling of the stiff rod of his finger exploring her anal tract. The hot, exciting sensation spread throughout her slender body like a rushing tide.
"Here," Aaron said, "put this pillow under your hips."
"Sure," Val said as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and slid it easily under her with Aaron's finger still lodged in her asshole. Val felt competent and at ease being able to accomplish this feat. She smiled up at Aaron as soon as she was through.
"We better get some cream," Aaron said. "I know it's been easy with the finger but it probably won't be with this." Val looked under her arm and saw Aaron fingering the most gigantic cock she ever hoped to see. It seemed to have grown since the morning. A small amount of fear surged up her tender body as she tried to imagine that thing entering her body from the back door.
"It'll be all right," Aaron said soothingly. He saw the panic that swept over her face.
Reassurance filled Val as she knew his mighty cock would enter slowly and easily.
The finger was extracted. Val felt as if the core of her being were being pulled out. She clamped down on the finger and Aaron was stuck.
"You'll have to loosen up, baby. I can't even get my finger out!" He laughed at how he was caught.
Val relaxed her anal grip as soon as Aaron had stopped extracting his finger. Aaron tried a new ploy to get his finger free. He reached up and toyed with her nipple and breast. Val felt the surge of passion concentrate in her chest and she didn't feel Aaron remove his thick finger.
"Ohhh! That's niiiice!" Val exclaimed as Aaron scurried into the bathroom for the cream.
He came back with a jar of lanolin cream that Val remembered leaving there when she was down last summer. Now she wouldn't have to think that way any more. She would always be here. There would be no more "the next time I come," or "the last time I was down." She watched Aaron walk smoothly and gracefully like a powerful animal into the room. She would have a chance to know and love every movement he made.
Aaron eased himself onto the bed with a glob of lubricant scooped onto three fingers. He rubbed some on the long shaft of his cock, then onto the spongy head. Val watched, fascinated.
Val felt her ass being touched as Aaron spread her cheeks to get to her anus. The tight rose winked as he touched it with the cream. Val felt a little foolish, but very much in love. There is nothing that is embarrassing if you are in love, Val thought with a warm smile.
She looked up at Aaron and saw immediately that it was true: he had not been annoyed with her natural responses to him; he took everything from her as it came, with as much love and kindness as was in his body. Val watched him breathe, his chest rising and falling as he applied the cream to her anus. She felt guarded by a strong and capable man.
Now the finger slipped in again. But this time it just sort of fell in, then slipped right out again. The cream really worked. Val didn't even feel the sharp coolness associated with anal penetration. Aaron just pistoned the finger easily as the heated passion in Val's loins rose.
He was stretched out beside her now, panting wildly in her ear. He seemed to have lost control, except that his finger moved expertly in and out of her tight little asshole. The muscles were loose, and the whorl was greased, and Val was really flying. She felt as if she were a rocket with her tail ignited.
Aaron crawled slowly up Val's slender, luscious body from the side until he was lying on her back. She didn't feel crushed by his great weight; she just felt covered and secure.
His breathing made him rise and fall on top of her, and Val could feel the thick, heated rod throbbing against her cheek. She wiggled around, trying to get the moist rod into her asshole. She'd forgotten that Aaron's manipulative finger was still in there pumping away.
The finger moved easily out of her sphincter as soon as Aaron seemed to think that he was in position to fuck her ass. Val poised herself on the pillow, waiting for penetration. The hot cockhead was running up and down the crack of her ass each time he breathed. And when he pushed to penetrate her anus his cockhead found her juicy cunt.
"You missed!" Val laughed so that her body jumped up and down with the cock still in it.
"You're right!" Aaron laughed back. Val was sure now that their rapport was complete, because he took no offense at her little joke.
The feeling in her cunt was great also, but she had been prepared for anal sex, and when he started to pull out of her slick hole she didn't mind.
The friction that the now-steaming cockhead caused at her crack was excruciatingly wonderful. The fire seemed to run up and down her ass. Her cheeks were quivering and she wanted the cock-she wanted it bad. She ached for it, and arched her back invitingly for Aaron to stuff it in. He just planted the head on the sphincter and played around.
Her body shook and her asshole winked until Aaron put a little pressure on the swollen anus. The whorl spread out and prepared itself for the onslaught. Val stopped breathing and opened her eyes wide. Aaron pushed.
The feeling was like being ramrodded with a white-hot poker. Val exploded in an orgasmic rush. Her body went limp and the juices flowed out of her cunt and all over the bed. Aaron kissed and hugged her to his sweating body.
He waited patiently. He didn't violate her by pumping at her tender ass while the orgasm was still washing her lithe body. He didn't start to pump until Val had calmed down and was breathing peacefully for a couple of minutes. She lay there appreciating Aaron's kindness and his sexual expertise. No one could be more of a man and a friend for her than Aaron.
His own passions didn't lie inert, though.
Aaron's cock still throbbed inside of her relaxed ass. His sweating continued until Val felt herself washed and cleansed, and renewed by the flood. It was as if a special fluid were passing between them. Val was excited again, and wanted Aaron's very special fluid to pass into her and warm her from the inside out.
The cock began to move. The thick rod was being pulled back and the heat again rose in Val's groin. She wanted to help, to make it fast and sweet for Aaron. But he obviously wanted it slow and sweet. His strokes moved in and out of the tight ring of muscles with a deliberate and calculated slowness.
Val was glad he had decided to do it that way; it made the feeling much more sexual and pleasant at the same time. If he were to ram her ass violently she would have had to shut off some of the feeling to be able to take it. But now she just let herself flow with the wonder of the total experience. Aaron really knew her and how to please her. And she knew him.
The motions remained as slow, but became much more impassioned. The strokes were longer and deeper. Val felt the inner tissues being stretched to the extreme. It was like having a balloon blown up in her ass. But the expanding, moving cock was much more of an exciting thrill than a balloon could ever be. Val wondered when the mighty shaft would ever stop growing.
She didn't wonder long as she felt the huge, dangling balls jumping up against her swollen cuntlips. His orgasm was rushing toward her. She relaxed and let it flow into her. It ballooned her insides completely out of proportion. The heat from it was great, and Val felt another orgasm of her own approaching.
Aaron pumped his hips as the last spurts of hot cum shot into Val's beautiful ass. There was too much of the precious liquid and it squeezed out around the tight-fitting member. This rushing feeling helped Val along. She was afraid that Aaron would be too spent to help her, but he wasn't. He didn't give up his giant erection until after he felt the vibrations emanating from Val's sensuous hips and lovely groin.
More fluid than Val thought she could hold poured out of her onto the bed. It spilled onto her legs and belly as the fire flowed from her. This orgasm did not send her to sleep, but seemed to act on her by waking her up. She was surprised and pleased with herself as she felt her perceptions heighten.
Aaron rolled off as his cock went limp. The two lovers lay smiling satisfied smiles at each other until some of their strength came back. Aaron's chest was not pounding violently any more with the beat of his heart, and Val's breath was no longer coming in impassioned gasps.
"What next?" she asked gamely, with that familiar kindness to her voice. She knew that they would start inventing now. They were that close and that much in love.
