Chapter 3
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.