Chapter 8
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.