Chapter 4
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.