Chapter 1 - Valeria Round-Heels: Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Valeria Round-heels: Bunny-Fur Barbarian
by Volpone

Chapter 1
"In the Beginning"

          "Val, if you so much as think the words 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore", I'm gonna stomp your naked shiksa ass!"
          "So, how is this my fault?"
          "I didn't say it was your fault. I just don't want to be Toto!"
          Becky knew she wasn't being reasonable, but she had good cause not to be. Being dumped naked onto an alien world without so much as an American Express Ultima Card was a bit beyond her experience.
          It was an unusual sight... two college co-eds, one blonde, one black-haired, both without a stitch of clothing, standing in the middle of a very large, very empty non-terrestrial landscape. At least they thought it might be non-terrestrial. The sun was a little orange (could be just a little smog), and the gravity seemed a little less (could be adrenaline... then again, could be great when you didn't have a bra handy). It was late afternoon (maybe), and they couldn't see any sign of civilization anywhere. No buildings, no roads, no contrails from high-flying jets, nothing. As Becky (the dark-haired of the two) would say, "Bupkis."
          They were handling things okay until the moons started showing up. The first one looked weird, being sort of a reddish shade, and much too small. The second showed up about fifteen minutes later, and was a bit larger, but still too small, and blue... way blue. When the third one appeared and was a gorgeous pale green with rings around it was when Becky lost it.
          "I did not sign up for the course in Alien Abduction 101! If I get my hands on those three little green schmucks, Val, I'm goin' totally medieval on their green tochises. When I'm done, even Agent Mulder wouldn't be interested in what's left!"
          "Hey, don't go all snippy gay waiter on me! I'm on your side, here! What?! You think I signed us up for this little excursion? Since when has my taste run to dry, barren, and totally man-less." She gestured broadly, taking in the entire empty vista. "I'm not seeing a major selection of beefcake here, are you?"
          Becky took a deep cleansing breath and tried to think clearly.
          "Okay. Neither one of us is at fault here. We're not on Earth, but we can handle it. We just need to find some other people and find out how to get back home. Right?"
          "Right!" Val tried to sound confident.
          "We're both smart girls, here. We can figure a way out. Now, let's think." She was silent for several moments, and then said, "Val?"
          "Yeah?"
          "Nothing's happening."
          "Oh, chill, Becks! You're just stressing. Think back to our history classes. Explorers followed rivers when they could. So, let's find ourselves a river." 
          Becky looked around and noted, "A river needs to run downhill, right? I don't see a lot of 'downhill' around here. I mean, like, we're talking a pretty downhill-free zone here."
          Val shaded her eyes and pointed. "See? Over there? There's trees or something. Trees are good. Trees need water, right? So, we find trees... we find water."
          Becky followed, but couldn't help but grouse. "I wouldn't mind a nice little dress shop, either."

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          Earlier that day, Val and Becky had been lounging by the Bernardi pool in Malibu, trying to avoid tan lines. They were home from their junior year at Pepperdine for the long weekend and enjoying some typically gorgeous Pacific coast weather.
          "Can you even believe that Dr. Hogsley would actually try to give an assignment over a holiday?  I mean, as if!"
          Becky didn't turn over to speak. According to Val's instructions, they both had another seven minutes on this side before they could roll over. 
          "Hogshead is such a putz. Why does he think we go to Party-on-the-Pacific? For an education? He's such a meshugga! We're there to meet guys, party 'til we're too sore to walk, and get a degree that says we studied harder than we did."
          Val always loved to hear Becky talk and she tried to pick up especially colorful phrases to use herself. She thought that she sounded cosmopolitan. Yiddish was so cool. Everything sounded just like it meant. Becky (only her mother back in Queens dared call her "Rebecca") didn't really speak Yiddish, and she wouldn't know a torah from a torpedo. The Bernardi household wasn't terribly Orthodox. She really spoke Queens, with a heavy overlay of the Valley, but that didn't bother Valerie.
          Bernie "Don't-call-me-Irving" Bernardi, Becky's dad, stepped out onto the patio, a cell phone to his ear. He waved to the girls in greeting without interrupting his conversation. As one of the most successful direct-to-video (a.k.a. dreck) movie producers in Hollywood, he was almost always on the phone to someone. His movies would never win any awards, but since they pushed the envelope of R ratings right to the limit, they usually made a profit.
          "No, we're not going to shoot in Tunisia! Who do you think I am? George Lucas? We need sand... we'll shoot in the Mojave and edit like everyone else." He snapped the phone closed and shook his head. "What a putz! Thinks I'm made of money."
          He wanderer over to the two sunbathers, marveling again that one was his daughter and the other her best friend. They made a very attractive pair as they basked in the sun. Valerie was blonde and relatively fair, while Becky was black-haired and had a slightly Mediterranean complexion. All other factors aside, most photographers would have hocked their appendage of choice to photograph them, especially like this. Val had once appeared in a "Women of the Pac 10" pictorial even though Pepperdine wasn't part of the league... the editors had stretched a point for the sake of including her.
          Bernie greeted them as he always did. "How's it going, honey? Hi, Val! Looking good!" He leaned over to pat Valerie's bare tush with a "fatherly" hand. He tried to make it look fatherly, but he harbored poorly concealed longling for his daughter's friend, which was to say that he was male and had a pulse.
          "Say, Val, like I said before, you say the word and I'll get you a movie deal." He snapped his fingers in illustration. "Like that I can get you a movie. You could be the next Pam Anderson, sweetie, I'm telling you."
          Becky said, "Daddy, stop being a skanky old perv. You want you should make it four ex-wives? Sissy likes Val, but not that much, and she's due home any minute." Sissy was Bernie's latest wife, and former star of such notable Bernardi Starmaker Productions as "Busty Babes from Barsoom", the popular "Bordello Blood Bath, Parts 1 thru 5", and her tour-de-force, "Boobacious Blondes from Beyond". Like all of Bernie' later wives, Sissy was young, blonde, well-built, and more than capable of taking him to the cleaners if he was unfaithful.
          Bernie casually backed away. "You girls remember to eat something, okay? Sunlight and bottled water isn't a complete diet. The maid laid out some of that nice Italian fish for lunch."
          Becky didn't let him off the hook that easily. "It's not like we don't know prosciutto is ham, Daddy. Calling it fish doesn't make it kosher."
          He left as if he hadn't heard anything. Pretending he didn't know was easier than doing without.           Becky again thought "I love him, but Daddy can be such a three-year-old sometimes."
          Val said to her friend, "I gotta admit, I still don't understand 'kosher'. It's not like we're eating something disgusting... right?"
          Becky looked at Val with a raised eyebrow. "Like a running-back. Eeew!" That got her hit with a towel.
          Val looked offended. "That pig. Talk about un-kosher." 
          Becky laughed at her friend's chagrin.
          "Like what would you have done? I go down to the locker room at halftime to reward him for a great first half. Well, that and 'cuz he's got such cute buns in those tight little pants. Anyway, I'm doin' the 'Monica mouth-love' bit, when he hears the band coming off the field and panics like he's gonna be late. Does he stop? Does he say 'Thanks, you're great, but I gotta go?' No! He grabs me by the hair and starts shtuping my mouth like I can't do it myself. Now, I can get into playing Submissive Sally as much as anyone, but a little warning, please! The next thing I know, the shmuck crams his cock so far in I got a hump in my back, and he's shooting his load like he wants it to squirt out my nose! No groan... no 'I'm gonna come'... nothing! He's about to drown me so he won't miss the end of halftime! As if! What would you have done?"
          "I wouldn't have bit him!"
          "Hey, he didn't lose anything like he deserved to." She snickered a bit. "I liked what the coach said to the reporters to explain why he got carried out. 'He slipped in the locker room and pulled a groin muscle.' I guess you could call it that."
          "No... you're the one who pulled the muscle."
          "But he's sure the one who slipped. I've noticed that there are a lot more guys recently who've turned down offers for blow-jobs. I don't know if that's good or bad."
          The conversation lapsed a moment as both women thought back to previous memorable occasions involving oral sex, some bad but mostly good.

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          Valerie Rondelle... a.k.a. "Valerie Round-heels", a.k.a. "Easy Valerie", a.k.a. "Val the Pal", a.k.a. "The Elevator" (because she went down so often). Most women of her acquaintance called her "that bitch". In some circles, she would have been known as "easy". Actually, she wasn't easy... she was instant. In the last year, she'd come more times than days ending in "y".
          The therapist her father had sent her to had described her behavior as: "the result of an upbringing in an environment where the emphasis on superficial physical characteristics over-shadowed the development of self-worth, contributed to by an instinctive need for affection denied through normal parental interaction, thereby resulting in an overwhelming displacement of the emotional by the libido." 
          Val thought she just liked to fuck. Well, not just fuck. She was into most anything that involved an orgasm for somebody. What was so wrong with that?
          The therapist pointed to her inability to develop a lasting relationship with a member of the opposite sex. Val just figured she got bored easily. In all her twenty-one years, her longest lasting monogamous relationship lasted fifteen days. She and her boyfriend of three days had gotten snowed in alone at her father's cabin at Tahoe for twelve days straight. This cut down on the available male talent considerably. By the time the snow-plows arrived, she'd been bored to death of... whatever-his-name-was. On the way out of town, she'd done the gas attendant in desperation.
          She didn't have any female friends in high school. From the moment she'd hit puberty, her classmates had begun to dislike her. Her looks had made her the object of every male fantasy in school. She'd lost her virginity to a college sophomore when she was fourteen, and she hadn't slowed down since. By the time she could drive, every girl in school wished her some horrible disfiguring disease. Val went through her school days happily boinking at every opportunity, and all the guys adored her.
          Still, it would have been nice to have a girlfriend.
          She'd met Becky Bernardi under unusual circumstances. Becky was the hot transfer student from Queens, and they'd met when they both chose the same dark corner under the bleachers during an assembly. When Becky led her "boyfriend-du-jour" back to show him how to make a school assembly fun, she'd found Val, legs in the air, teaching her own guy the same lesson. Val had spotted Becky, winked and said, "There's room over here to the right." The'd bonded over synchronized orgasms, and had been best friends ever since.
          Becky was the only girl in school who's appetite (and reputation) matched Val's in notoriety.  She'd started later (at age fifteen, with an usher from her father's third wedding,) but had made up for lost time with the enthusiasm of the inspired.
          One particularly up-tight school administrator decided that the girls were a "disruptive influence" in the school, and so he decided to see about getting them booted out. He was appalled to discover that both were actually good students. Their grade averages were solid "B" level, and would likely have been higher if they had chosen to spend some of their obvious energy on classwork instead of boys.
          Their attendance was no worse than any of their classmates. They had no history of smoking, drinking or drug use, weren't into violence, and if they were doing everything they were rumored to be doing with their male classmates, they were discrete enough not to get caught. The administrator had dropped his campaign when someone had commented on his "unhealthy preoccupation with the girls" and he had gone back to the business of administrating.
          Ever since that day under the bleachers, Becky and Val ("the Boobsey Twins") had been inseparable. One classmate had observed that they were "Betty and Veronica on Spanish fly". They hung together, shared wardrobe together (they wore the same size... "stacked"), had graduated together, had their first bi-sexual experience together, gone to Europe together, done a thoroughly buff Swedish ski instructor together (the first of many men for them), covered for one another, and now attended Pepperdine together. They also hunted men together.
          And there is where the tale really begins.

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          Both were enjoying a nice warm erotic fantasy when the alarm on Becky's watch went off. At this signal, Val got up and reached for the cosmetic jar sitting on ice under her lounge. She moved to the lounge next to her friend. Becky hadn't stirred other than to turn off the alarm. 
          Val opened the jar, dipped out several fingers' worth of the contents, and spread it on Becky's back, smoothing it into a thin, even layer.
          "Brrr!" shivered the raven-haired co-ed. "That's still cold! Are you sure this will work?"
          Valerie sounded confident. "The article said that if you time the exposure, keep a moderate sunscreen on, and use a hydrating cream after each side, you can tan without skin damage."
          "Okay." Becky wasn't really convinced how far to trust a skin-care article written by a man. "But in twenty years, if I look like a second-hand Gucci handbag, I'll track you down wherever you are and kick your shiksa ass."
          Working her hands in a soothing motion, Val replied, "Whatever... Just relax. Have a mental margarita and think of a tropical vacation with hot and cold running cabana boys."
          She worked the cream over Becky's arms, neck, shoulders, back, and as her hands kneaded the smooth skin of her rounded tush, her friend wiggled slightly and said, "I always say, you got great hands, Val."
          Smiling, knowing exactly what she was leading up to, Val worked her slick hands onto the upper portion of Becky's thighs, then slowly slipped a hand in between and drew it up against the lips of her vagina. Becky purred and shifted slightly, relaxing her legs more and encouraging Val's exploring digits. Working so that it would seem to the casual observer that she was simply massaging cream over her friend's leg, Val slid the fingers on the inside of Becky's thigh up and down against the sensitive flesh.
          A soft sigh slid from Becky's lips, and Val grew a little bolder. She shifted her hands and massaged the other thigh, the fingers of her other hand now parting the slick labia and gently exploring within.
          Purring, Becky repeated, "... great hands."
          They would occasionally tease each other like this, and had even gone to bed together once to see how things went. While they had decided that women could be fun, they both liked plain old straight sex more. Oh, when the chance presented itself, they really loved to do guys together, and then they'd feel at home enough to interact, but they needed at least one male as a catalyst. Shtuping away side by side was still their favorite thing to do.
          Val worked a finger inside her friend's welcoming canal, the hot, slippery feel making her grow more excited herself, and she wiggled her finger around, bringing a small gasp from Becky.
          Withdrawing her hand, Val playfully swatted one cheek and ordered, "Over."
          Becky obeyed, laid back on the lounge and closed her eyes. They would play a bit, but nothing ever came of it.
          Taking the jar again, Val announced, "Gotta do both sides, or your skin will dry out. We don't want that, do we?"
          In a very low voice, Becky said, "You said you use it after you tan. You think anyone's gonna actually buy this?"
          "Lay there and shut up," she told her friend with a smile.
          Dipping out more of the cream, she took some on the fingers of each hand and before it could warm up, applied it directly to her friend's prominent rosy nipples.
          "Jeez, Val!" she exclaimed. Then in a more quiet voice, "That's cold!"
          "Exactly," and her fingers tweaked the nipples that tightened so wonderfully at the cold contact. Then she began to massage the cream more evenly over Becky's full breasts.
          "This isn't going to look like anything other than what it is, Val. Sissy could care less, and Daddy refuses to see what he doesn't want to, but our maid will quit if she spots us. Luisa's a good Catholic."
          Her fingers closed on very erect buds crowning Becky's chest and rolled them gently between them, the cream making them slide sensuously around.
          "You want me to quit?"
          "Hell, no! But no offense, Val, I'd rather have a nice long schlong with a man attached to the other end of it."
          Val eased up on Becky's breasts. "You should talk? I swear if I don't get myself some serious studlies soon, I'm gonna go postal. I'm so horny, I'm ready to do you! This is my longest dry spell in years. Four days! God, I got more action when I was fifteen!"
          Becky thought a moment, then suggested, "Daddy's got a film shooting at a friend's beach house a few miles up the coast. It's called 'Huntington Beach Hardbodies', about a professional nude co-ed beach volleyball team. I hear a couple of the male players have amazing 'spikes'."
          Val brightened amazingly. "I'm in!"
          Becky smiled. "Hopefully before long, they will be, too."

          In less than fifteen minutes, the two were dressed in what they called their "hunting gear"... baseball cap with ponytail pulled through the back, white cotton t-shirt a size too small (no bra), cutoffs so tight they looked like a blue paint job with fringe, and Reeboks. Becky's t-shirt said in microscopic letters, "If you can read this, let's get a room." Val's was a shorty tank-top which said "Rock-Hard Cafe". Dressed (or rather undressed) like this, they almost never failed to bring back a trophy.
          They each grabbed a nosh as they headed out through the kitchen and hopped into this year's BMW. Val got a new one each year when the new models came out, courtesy of Daddy Rondelle, the biggest BMW dealer in the Malibu area. They made the trip to the location in about eight minutes. (Val was impatient.)
          The crew was set up for filming on the private beach down the bluff below the house. The young security guard on the stairs down recognized Becky immediately. He had reason. She'd done him two months before.
          "Becky! Hi!" He leaned closer so his voice wouldn't carry. "How's about a rematch? Tonight, if you're free?" He looked at Val, and almost regretted he'd spoken so soon. Becky's friend was a stone cold fox, too.
          She gave him a teasing smile. "Mmm... maybe. Maybe not. Let's see how things work out." She sashayed off with a satisfied smile.
          Val asked, "Another satisfied customer?"
          Becky replied, "Over six-billion served."
          "Braggart."
          "Slut."
          "Bitch."
          "Tease."
          Val laughed. "Love you, too!"
          When they got to the area ringed by cameras and reflectors, Donnie Astigmati, the director, was setting the shot for the actors. It was easy to spot the actors from the crew. Everyone else had clothes. 
          "Okay. Lance, you're going up to spike the ball when Linda here 'accidentally' trips you. She lands on her back... you land on top of her. She looks into your eyes... you look into her eyes. We need a look... a look of hunger. A look that says 'Penetration in five seconds', right? That's when Brenda here comes over and says her line."
          Brenda, whose main talent was remaining upright despite gravity, asked, "What's my line again?"
          "Script!" shouted Donnie, and a clothed woman scurried over to the "actress" carrying a script.
          The Director went on. "Then, Brenda, furious at Linda's obvious attempt to steal her man, shoves Lance off her and dives at Linda!" He gestured as if pouncing with claws outstretched. "You stay out of the way, Lance, so we can get a good angle on the catfight.  Yadda yadda yadda... pulled hair... screaming... rolling over each other, and remember ladies, we want lots of frontal exposure. You girls wrestle back and forth, and as you do, your wrestling becomes less angry. Rolling over... rubbing together... you struggle less... your anger changes to something softer... to passion... and then, suddenly... you kiss."
          Linda spoke up. "Are you sure this is necessary to the story?"
          Donnie sounded impatient. "Of course, it's necessary! How else are the three of you going to end up in bed together? You think Brenda's just going to offer to share her man with you? No! And if you don't all end up in bed together, how are you going to heal the rift in the team? Therapy? You think people will pay to see three naked people in counseling? And if you don't heal the rift in the team, how will you ever become a single unit and win the championship? Huh? It's not just necessary... it's essential to the film's integrity."
          Becky leaned over to Val and whispered, "It's essential to Daddy selling it to Showtime for their late-night soft-core line-up."
          "All right!" the director yelled. "Places! Let's see if maybe we can maybe get this one before we lose the light!"
          He walked out of the area of the action, spotted Becky and said in a loud, clear voice, "Becky, babe! How's me favorite Bernardi?" He leaned on the last word, making sure that everyone on the set heard the producer's name.
          There was a sudden flurry of activity as everyone tried to look very essential to the movie-making process. Folding chairs appeared magically for both Becky and Val, and chilled bottled water was produced milliseconds later. This crew could have been a gold-medal Olympic sucking-up team.
          The girls sat back and watched the filming for a while, looking over the cast and crew as if selecting from a smorgasbord.
          Val peered. "Lance looks possible. So does the dark-haired one over there... the one with the equipment."
          "Yeah... nice equipment, all right. That's Tony Giannini, an actor Dad's used in a couple of his movies. Last one I think was 'Barbarian Beefcake, Part 3'. Can't read a line, but he's pretty to look at, huh? Can't figure why I haven't gotten around to Tony yet."
          "You want?"
          Coming to a sudden decision, Becky said, "Sure, I'll give the Italian roadster a test drive. How about you? You see anyone who details your Beemer?"
          "Ooh, decisions... decisions. So many men, so little time. Lance is definitely in the running, but your security guard was a cutie, too. Was he any good?"
          "Derek? I'd say he was definitely able to get the job done... about three times."
          Val nodded. "Then I think I'll break my dry spell with a two-for."
          "Ooh, aren't we the greedy little kurva? One after the other, or tandem?"
          Val sounded like Mike Myers in "Wayne's World" as she said, "I'm feeling saucy... tandem. In fact if you're not careful, I may see if I can't lure Tony away as well."
          Becky laughed. They always threatened, but she knew that Val would never try to steal a guy from her. It was a major point of trust between them.
          "Only if you trade me Lance and a future draft pick to be named later."
          "Where will we set the trap?"
          "I'm sure I can borrow the house here. Daddy's friend is out of the country, so Donnie must have the keys."
          After a moment's thought, Val asked, "How late will they shoot?"
          "Probably another two hours before they lose the light. Should be plenty of time."
          "Only problem I see is what to do about, you know, Miss Memory over there. She looks like she wants to tag Lance as 'private property'."
          "Let me see what I can do about that."
          They waited a few minutes until the director called "Fifteen" to reset for the next shot. Becky managed to pull Donnie aside for just a few seconds, then rejoined her friend.
          "All set. Donnie dearest says Brenda has screwed the pooch on way too many takes today, so he's gonna rather strongly suggest that she spend the night studying her lines... alone."
          "Ooh, you little Alexis, you! Does your daddy ever object to your pulling strings on the set of his movie?"
          "What strings? Did you hear her? We're talking the Kato Kailin School of Acting. If she doesn't improve, this is her last stop before going back to porn, even if she sleeps with every producer in Hollywood... oops, too late!"
          "Meow!"
          Becky laughed and gave a slight shake to her head. "Some day, Daddy's gonna cast for talent instead of cup size and I swear, Val, on that day I'll plotz!"
          "We better move while they're still on break." Val looked over at the actors. Donnie was in earnest conversation with the afore-mentioned Brenda, and the timing looked right. "Ready to begin foreplay?"
          "Wait, sweetie. We need to be 'up' for this." She looked down at Val's t-shirt. It was a trick they'd learned to really get guys' attention.
          "God, what I'd give for an air conditioned room right now. Help me out, Becky."
          "I'll do you if you do me."
          "Done." She leaned forward to whisper in her friend's ear. Becky's eye's smiled a bit at the words
          Val spoke into her ear, and she took a deep breath. Sure enough, whatever Val had said worked. Her nipples were hard and pointed under her thin t-shirt.
          "My turn." She whispered in Val's ear for about ten seconds.
          Val stopped her. "Enough! Enough! Any more and I'm not going to last 'til the end of shooting. Then they'll really have something to film."
          They strutted over to their targets to introduce themselves.
          Two minutes later, Lance had agreed to meet Val up the hill after he'd had a chance to clean up. Tony had been staring intently at Becky's t-shirt for at least thirty seconds.
          Growing impatient, Becky said, "It doesn't take that long to read."
          Without moving his eyes, he said, "I stopped reading over a minute ago."
          "Oh." Then when his words sank in, "Oh!" She laughed, and Tony noticed that her nipples got even more prominent.
          When Donnie again called for "Places!", all four were looking forward to the evening with great expectation.

          The sun had been down for about twenty minutes when the guys arrived, and Val and Becky had had plenty of time to set the scene. Donnie made sure that the house and it's temporary occupants would be undisturbed. The patio by the spa was set with a number of fluffy towels, numerous cushions and pillows from the chaise lounges, and an ice bucket with a large bottle of champagne and glasses sat within easy reach. Both women were already in the jacuzzi, up to their marvelous cleavage in bubbles.
          The two actors looked at their hostesses, and Lance said, "We didn't know we were going to need swimsuits."
          Giving each other a look, the two lovelies stood simultaneously, giving quite ample evidence that they felt swimsuits were not necessary.
          Not being complete idiots, in seconds both men had shed their unnecessary clothing and had joined the ladies in the swirling water.
          Champagne was poured and sipped, and small talk about the movie and about themselves provided a background for the main thing that was on the minds of all four. The anticipation was getting rather heavy, and the men were getting much closer to the women, preparing to "make their move", when the uniformed security guard from the stairs showed up.
          Tony looked up and said, "Hey! This is a private party. Go secure something elsewhere."
          Val spoke up. "No! It's okay. I invited him. Come on in, Derek." With a smile, the guard started disrobing.
          Lance leaned over to the blonde and said, "I thought you invited me here."
          "I did."
          "But you just said you invited him here."
          "I did."
          "Uhhh..."
          "Don't strain anything, sweetie. There's enough to go around. You don't mind, do you?" She ran a finger delicately over his lips, then reached over and grabbed a glass to offer the new-comer. Though she had been speaking to Lance, she had gotten quite an eye-full of Derek before he entered the water.
          Things were looking very promising to Val.
          She managed to get both of them settled, one on each side of her so that she could flirt with each impartially.
          After a few more minutes, the champagne had its normal secondary effect, and Becky said to her friend, "Ladies' room?"
          Val nodded. "Definitely."
          They both scampered their cute bare backsides into the pool house.
          Lance immediately turned to Derek.
          "What the hell are you doing here? I was doing great 'til you showed up."
          "Hey, you heard her... she asked me to come. And it still looks like you're doing fine from here."
          "Listen... I'll pay you a hundred to split right now."
          Derek smiled as he shook his head. "I admit I'm not too used to sharing myself, but I'm not going anywhere. This is too good to pass on."
          The actor turned to his fellow on-screen talent.
          "Back me up here, Tony. Who does she really want here?"
          Tony grinned like a maniac. He wasn't being asked to share Becky. Besides, he was tired of Lance playing the "leading man" of the movie, and was enjoying his discomfort. "Hey, man, I'd say it was pretty obvious she wants you both here."
          "Both?" He looked at Derek as if considering the possibility that a woman would want another man as much as himself. "You think?" The concept was slowly beginning to seep through. 
          "What? Big shot move star like you hasn't done a threesome before?"
          "Yeah... sure. But only with two women."
          Derek, who was the only one of the three present who had any past experience with either of the two lovely ladies, said, "Me, too. But she seems to have a pretty good idea what she wants. Me... I'm willing to play along to see what happens. Hey, I've seen it in porno movies. It may be as fun to do as to watch."
          At this moment, the flirtatious femme in question and her very good friend arrived back arm-in-arm and giggling, from their trip to the loo.
          Both ladies stood at the edge of the pool and let the men all take a very good look.
          "I see everyone is getting along. Good." She slipped into the water. "Let's see just how well we can get along." She put an arm around the neck of each man.
          Turning to Lance, she turned her face up just a touch so that she could kiss him easily. He reacted hesitantly at first, what with Derek right there, but he found it impossible to not give Val his attention when she wanted it. She was a great kisser, and amazingly oral. He was starting to get hard before she broke the kiss.
          Still not releasing Lance, she turned her head the other way and proceeded to give Derek equal time. Unlike Lance, Derek was getting into the spirit of the thing much more easily, and so he returned Val's kiss with every bit as much enthusiasm as she put into it. She had to break from the kiss when she felt Lance begin to fidget uncomfortably.
          Becky had no such trouble, her undivided attention on the Italian actor. She and Tony had already moved beyond the preliminary kissing stage, and when he had suggested they move elsewhere for a little more privacy, Becky laughed and said here was just fine by her. With a shrug, he did his best to ignore the others. He brought his hands into play, cupping her full breasts and caressing them. The feel of them was slightly odd to Tony until he realized suddenly that they must be... real. The idea excited him even more. He began concentrating on them, sensuously drawing his fingers across them in a gentle stroking motion until he reached their prominent nipples, which he tweaked ever so gently.
          Becky sighed at the treatment, and Tony continued with what seemed to work.
          Val continued to split her attention between the two men, bringing them both along as her anticipation built higher. She reached under the water and wrapped one hand around each of the stiffening cocks she found there. Oh, Val was looking forward to this a lot! She began to stroke with a practiced hand, and she could sense the last of the hesitancy melt away from both men.
          The three fell into a type of rhythm. As she kissed one, the other would concentrate on squeezing and nuzzling her magnificent chest, licking at her pointy nipples as they stood tall. Then they would switch, and then she would be kissing the other while the first took over tantalizing her tits.
          It wasn't too long before both women were seated on the edge of the pool on some of the cushions they had brought near for the purpose.
          Becky was leaning back as Tony's tongue did wonderful things to her pussy, flicking out as he concentrated on the area around her upstanding clit. She sighed loudly and lifted her hips to give him an easier target, which he gratefully made use of. He zeroed in and began to suck at her erect pink bud, and her sigh turned into a gasp. One of her hands found it's way into his dark hair, holding him close as she helped him find exactly the right spot. She gave a series of sharp breaths as her blood raced and her excitement rapidly built. And then she arched up and gave a heart-felt wordless cry, clutching both hands at Tony's head as she began to come.
          Val was equally busy a few feet away, but while Derek was treating her to the same type of pleasure Tony was giving her friend, she wasn't able to be anywhere near as vocal. She did manage several expressive "Mmmph! Mmmph!"s as the guard's enthusiastic licking made her tremble and twitch with pleasure, but her attention was divided since at the same time she was feeding on Lance's impressive lance. The actor stood directly in front of her, his legs spread so that one foot was on each side, his knees flexed so that he was at the proper height, and she was doing her best to make him forget all about anything but the sensation of her fantastic lips as they traveled up and down his shaft.
          She loved the reaction of men when they first got a taste of her oral talents. (Or more accurately, when she got a taste of them.) The way that they tried so hard to stay in control as they felt her slide her mouth down until every inch of them disappeared was such a rush for her. She could just feel them fighting to hold out just a little longer because the sensation was so amazing. Val knew just how good she was. She could read it in their eyes when she looked up at them, and they had that "Oh, God, please don't stop now!" expression. It was a huge ego-trip for her. She loved it, and so did they.
          After going deep on Lance for about ten seconds while her cheeks and tongue milked his hard-on, she finally backed off, taking a deep breath, and she put on maximum suction as she drew back until the head of his cock popped out of her lips like a champagne cork. Continuing to stroke his rampant shaft, she teased her way down him until she was at his balls, and she ever-so-gently pulled each into her mouth, licking around the crinkly skin as Lance's breath caught in his throat. Combining her enjoyment at pleasing Lance while Derek concentrated on pleasing her was, like, so totally perfect to Val.
          Unlike Val, Lance wasn't thinking of much of anything except what an unbelievable mouth this gal had! She had this whole routine that would tease him right up to the edge, and it was so hard to decide if he wanted her to take him over the top, or if he wanted her to stretch things out because it was simply so incredible. She'd look up at him with those blue eyes that smiled in that bad girl way, like she was saying, "You love that I'm the best, don't you? You love it when I suck your cock like no one has ever done. You know that I can make you come whenever I want... just a toss of my head, or an extra bit of suction at the right moment and you'll shoot your load in my mouth, just like I want you to, and there's nothing you could do to stop yourself." Her lips wrapped around just the head for a moment and she gave him an extra swirl and bob, making him almost lose it.
          At the same time, Tony and Becky had been far from inactive. Deciding that Val's idea was a good one, they had traded places, and now Tony sat on the edge of the pool, his lower legs in the water, while Becky was kneeling on the seat in the hot water and was lip-lubing Tony's impressive equipment.
          Tony had a hand behind Becky's head, caressing her dark curls as she treated him like he was her favorite flavor of lollipop, which he was. He found out quickly that Becky enjoyed giving as much as receiving, but she really out-did herself when she knew he was watching his hard prick disappear into her soft, red lips. She got off when she was performing for an audience, even if the audience was just her lover. Once, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, just to savor the incredible sensation, and suddenly she lost much of her enthusiasm, her performance going from stellar to blah. He looked down to see what the matter was. The second he made eye contact again, she gave a wanton grin and opened wide, and proceeded to take him down to the root. From that moment, his eyes never left her, and she proved to him just how good cock-sucking could be. Tony couldn't believe the way that she could start at the very tip of his erection and slide her slippery lips right down, all the way until her nose was being tickled by his pubic hair, then she'd come back up just as sensuously, then repeat the entire process. It was the first time he'd ever had a woman manage a deep-throat bob on him without letting up. He knew just how well-hung he was, and most gals couldn't manage even half of what Becky could. It gave them both an incredible feeling.
          Becky's attention was momentarily drawn to Val as she heard her friend exclaim loudly, despite the rod in her mouth, and Becky smiled as she realized that Derek's magic tongue had managed to coax a great orgasm out of Val. The blonde was clutching at Lance's cute male butt so that he couldn't back off, and her hips were arched up off the cushion as her entire body shook. One of Derek's hands helped hold her up in position while two fingers of the other hand were sliding deep inside her, stroking gently at her G-spot, and he flutter-tongued her perfect pink clit. Becky could tell it was a real nice orgasm from the way Val's nipples were scrunched up so tight and pointy. She loved to see Val come like that. It made her want to join her.
          Her friend's very vocal climax made Becky a little impatient. She would have loved to suck the come right out of Tony's schlong. She got off when she made a guy lose his load this way... the feel of hot, salty semen as it hit her mouth. But what she really wanted a really good, gut-wrenching orgasm, and Tony looked like he could give her just that.
          Taking him from her mouth, Becky shifted them around so that she was laying on her side, facing Val and her party pals, lower leg bent up at the knee to give her support. She then raised her other leg as if doing a side leg lift in exercise class, giving him an unparalleled view of her welcoming cleft.
          Looking at the gorgeous Italian, and said, "I love actors... especially when they know what to do with a good part."
          Tony might not be the best at delivering lines, but he knew his cue when he heard it. He moved close and knelt down over her bent leg, placed her upraised leg against his chest so that her ankle was over his shoulder, and settled himself it so that his cock was aimed properly.
          Before he could slip into place, she said, "Ah ah ahh! Not until we give Mister Happy his raincoat," and without shifting her position notably, she handed him a condom.
          He read the wrapper. "Hmm... 'large size... for the man with something extra'."
          "I'm an optomist. So shoot me."
          He rolled the latex sheath over his erection. Then he was back in position, hugging her pointing leg to his chest, and with a nice, even push, he slid into her open pussy easily. Both gave groans of pleasure at the sensation of him filling her. Becky raised up on her lower elbow. This gave her a great view of everything Tony was doing, and a marvelous view of what Val was engaged in as well. 
          He began to move in a traditional back-and-forth stroke for several moments, but she flexed her hip muscles to show him what she wanted, and he shifted his motion into a circular, almost swirling motion, and Becky chuckled at how well he took direction. Then, as his swirling pattern brought his hard cock strongly across her clitoris and G-spot almost simultaneously, she took an excited breath and bit her lower lip, giving him a look that told him just how well she loved what he was doing. It was easy for him to guess how well she was enjoying herself by the way the muscles of her pussy kept squeezing him. She worked those muscles perfectly, squeezing and relaxing in perfect time to his motions. As they fell into a nice, easy rhythm, Becky looked across to see how Val was doing.
          They had shifted positions. Val was kneeling forward, her luscious lips still wrapped around a very happy cock, but it was Derek enjoying her expertise now. Lance knelt behind her and had donned a condom as well, and Becky had a fine look at his hefty hard-on sliding in and out of her friend's blonde vagina.
          This was the type of thing that Val loved... taking two guys in tandem. Her lips slid down Derek's rod in perfect time to Lance's movements... in and out... in and out. Becky could tell Val was really into it tonight. She'd give that little extra rotation to her head as her lips reached the head of Derek's joint that showed she was really working him. Becky loved watching her best friend doing a couple of guys like this. It turned her on amazingly to watch Val get schtuped at each end.
          Becky turned her attention back to Tony and smiled her encouragement at him. He grinned and gave her a little extra lift and swirl action, and she gave an appreciative gasp in return. He had the motion down perfect... out as he withdrew, then around and strong on the way in, really giving her clit and G-spot a work out. Her eyes met his, and she could read his thought like bold print. He wanted her to come, and come big, anytime. She gave him an answering squeeze, and with just a few more strokes, she did just that. She threw her head back involuntarily, then she brought her eyes back to him and she started a climax that was every bit as big as he had hoped for. She gasped out and shook as he plumbed her depths, but she kept up her motions and surprised him by pushing her climax even higher, her cry of joy spurring him on.
          The sounds of Becky enjoying herself so much helped Val to begin another orgasm of her own, and she bobbed her head on Derek's cock like she wanted him to shoot in her mouth right now! Lance managed to keep going, despite her cunt doing a full-fledged fandango on his tool. Her orgasm had her shaking and hunching as she took Derek deep, but surprisingly he held off. She read his reaction and eased up.
          When she had come fully and was was able to think clearly again, Val decided on one final variation. She had Lance shift around until she was facing him from on top but he was still deeply entrenched in her feminine wonders. His strong hands held her hips as he slid up into her. Reaching back, she handed Derek a condom and winked, then arched her back as if thrusting her chest forward, shifting her pelvis and drawing his attention down to her taught derriere.
          Oh ho, so that's what she had in mind, he thought. Quickly, Derek opened the packet and slipped on the pre-lubed condom she had offered him. Val was obviously a woman who planned in advance.  Val was concentrating on getting "Lanced" when she felt the tip of the second prick slipping between her rear cheeks, and she smiled. God, she loved accommodating men! Flexing just a bit more, she presented Derek with a perfect target and relaxed enough to make his entrance into her anus as easy as she could.
          The next thing Val knew, she was being filled both front and back. She rocked gently, both her pussy and ass were stretched around wonderful hard cocks... Lance's hands held her hips firmly, and Derek's hands found her full, sensitive breasts from behind. Four hands holding her, two cocks... Derek leaned forward and kissed her shoulder where it met with her neck. She tensed the muscles of her sphincter and the kiss turned into a bite as he gave an animal growl.
          Val just totally loved being doubly penetrated this way. It made her feel so sexy... so nasty... so... so...
          "YEEEEAH!" In the middle of her thought, Val exploded in an absolutely massive orgasm, and her brain lost all ability to form thoughts of any kind except "God, please don't let this stop!!!" She keened out her ecstasy as both men continued to stroke into her, and the blonde beach-bunny did what she did best... she came and came and came and...
          Instinctively, Val's hand reached out and found Becky's, and both women clung to each other as they again shared their orgasms.
          Both men felt Val go into overload, and as she began to shake and hunch, her inner muscles grasped at them and squeezed again and again, milking their cocks as her body tried to make them join her in climax. Both tried to hold off, but nothing in life had ever prepared them for Valerie Rondelle in full-blown orgasm. Both men suddenly felt as if they had been main-lining Viagra for a week. She went from being a sweet little trick with a hot bod and a talented pussy to the most incredible thing they had ever felt. Holding off was impossible. Her body demanded that they come, and they had no choice but to obey.
          Derek's hands clenched on Val's chest, and she gasped in response. Lance thrust even more forcefully, and she cried out in pleasure. She could feel them both straining, pushing to the brink. Then, suddenly, both men gave guttural cries as the come rose up in them and then they came, pumping their huge loads into her as they all soared in climax.
          Becky was still coming strongly when Tony's golden moment arrived. His movements turned from sensual to savage and he pounded away, delighting the black-haired beauty he was so deeply inside, and then he was joining all the others as he groaned loudly and shot, spewing his semen into Becky's magical cleft.
          About fifteen seconds later, Val had managed to catch her breath enough to pant out, "Okay... whew... who's up for seconds?"

************

          The flying saucer was hovering somewhere off the California coast while its three occupants continued their argument.
          "I am captain, and I say we look for females!"
          The second continued his objection. "You are not captain. What day is today?"
          "It is Snogsday, and so I am captain," the first stated with assurance.
          The third alien spoke up.
          "It is not Snogsday. We crossed the Intergalactic Date Line, so it is Furntsday, and I am captain, and I say we will look for females!"
          The first observed, "You idiot! We crossed the Date Line going inverse, not converse, and so it is yesterday, not tomorrow."
          "That means it is no longer Snogsday, and you are not captain."
          The first looked indignant. "Of course I am not captain if it is not Snogsday. Why would I say I was captain if it is not Snogsday?"
          "Unless it is Greepsday instead."
          "Well, of course! If it is Greepsday, then I am captain then too."
          The third said, "But you lost your next time as captain on Greepsday in that game of huxlevishnug."
          "Then who's captain?"
          "What day is it?"
          They argued a while longer until they all agreed that whoever was captain, they all wanted to look for females.

************

          "You're an evil little slut, Val. You know that?"
          She smiled at Becky as they waded into the dark surf for a late night skinny-dip.
          "Just following your example, Becks."
          "Did you see the look on poor Lance when you asked about seconds? He was gonna plotz, right there!"
          "Oh, that lightweight! I was willing to wait... at least another minute or two."
          They had left the men back at the pool to recover while the two ladies went down to the ocean below for a dip in the waves. They had left their clothes back poolside, and their towels were draped over the handrail of the stairs down to the beach.
          As Val leaned down and splashed up water at her good friend, who giggled in response, a blinding light stabbed down on them from above, making both women throw a hand across their eyes to shade them from the painfully bright illumination. Val was used to police helicopters. Any Southern Californian grew up with them as a constant fact of life. But both were surprised, because they hadn't heard any sign of a helicopter anywhere. The silence accompanying the spotlight was somehow more frightening.
          Neither woman knew what to expect during an alien abduction. Maybe some Star Trek-type teleportation device. Maybe some strange type of levitation ray to lift them up into the ship.
          They were both sadly disappointed and badly unsuspecting as they were lifted off the beach by a giant vacuum hose.
          As they both went airborne, Becky called out, "This really sucks!"
          Val would have hit her if she could have reached.
