Chapter 1
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.