Chapter 5
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.