Valerie Valentine
written by:
Thesandman

Valerie Valentine

By: Thesandman

Several years ago my wife and I moved into a quiet little community that had less than seven thousand people living there. We'd purchased a modest little home on a nicely landscaped acre that held the promise of providing plenty of room for raising a family. Unfortunately my wife contracted a serious illness, dying a year later.

It was a tough time. It would have made more sense perhaps to move and find a much smaller place. Trouble was, for what I had paid for our home, it would have been costly for me to move. And besides, I liked the neighborhood, my job...and my wacky neighbor, Valerie.

Valerie owned a home adjacent to mine; as I later learned, it was deceptively large. Easily twice the size of my own home, which I considered to be far more than even I needed, I had a difficult time understanding why someone else who also lived all alone would want a place as big as hers was. Valerie had some years back also purchased the lot connecting both properties. As such, there was a sizeable space between us, which she used to cultivate and grow a rather large flower and vegetable garden.

Though I had lived next to her for nearly two years, all that I knew about her personally I had picked up from the local gossip. In a community as small as this one was, everyone knew everyone. And in some cases, more than they should know. But Valerie was a bit of an enigma. She appeared to be in her early to mid fifties perhaps even her sixties. Truth was, no one had any idea just how old she really was. She didn't work, except of course in her garden, but owned one of the nicest looking places in town making it obvious that she had some type of an income, or possibly an inheritance of some sort that she lived on. I also knew she was a widower and had been for years. But no one knew why she had chosen to remain single.

Though many viewed her as eccentric, I saw her as wonderfully crazy. Valerie loved the holidays. Didn't matter which holiday it was, she always decorated her home, yard...even herself to match whatever day it was she was celebrating. She'd begin celebrating a holiday generally a week, sometimes longer, before the actual day arrived. Her favorite of course was Valentines Day. And for good reason of course: her name was Valerie Valentine.

I'd gotten into the habit of walking Mike, my best friend and companion, a large German Shepard, every morning. On the weekends we went for a much longer walk. We always went by Valerie's property. If she was outside, she always had a kind word for Mike, and sometimes a bone, which was the main reason we passed by her place on the return trip home so that Mike could happily carry his treat home with him. As for Valerie and I, we'd usually discuss the weather, her garden, or simple things. With "Val" it was never anything too personal or too nosey. She could freeze you in your tracks with a look, or lift you two feet off the ground with a smile. You never knew which one she was going to give you when you walked by.

It was a bright sunny morning and though nearing spring, it was still just cool enough that I'd worn a lightweight jacket to stay warm. Most of the time you saw shorts and tank tops all year round. Even knowing this, I hadn't expected nor was prepared for the special 'Valentines' type outfit that Val was wearing as Mike and I approached the far corner of her property.

Now don't get me wrong, Val wasn't a model. "Slightly chubby" was perhaps the best way to describe her and had she been even two inches taller it might have made her look even less so. As it was, Val was still a very attractive woman. She had dark brown shoulder length hair that she kept it pinned up, hidden beneath some sort of bandana or funny looking hat most of the time. She had another attribute that was nearly impossible not to notice. Valerie had "Dolly Parton" breasts; she even looked enough like her that they could have passed for distant cousins.

As Mike and I approached I saw that she was kneeling down and appeared to be weeding the flower garden that ran along both sides of the walkway leading up towards the house. I'd learned some time ago that if Val were in the mood to be cordial, she'd look at you and smile, patiently waiting for you to stop. If, however, she didn't it was best to merely smile, perhaps wave and keep right on going. If she was in one of those 'other' moods of hers' I'd often considered crossing the street, as that's when she'd throw you one of those looks that had turned most men to stone

Obviously it was one of 'those' times. There wasn't anything that escaped her, not ever. I hadn't seen her look up in our direction. She knew from past experience that it was in all likelihood Mike and I who were approaching as the sound of our footsteps on the pavement were easily heard as we came near the front of her house where she was busily weeding. I'd given her plenty of time to acknowledge our presence as I looked over in her direction, realizing for whatever reason that she wasn't going to, and turned my head towards home pretending that I was as oblivious to her as she seemingly was to Mike and me.

We'd gotten perhaps a few feet further on so that she was entirely out of even my peripheral vision when suddenly I felt a surprising 'thud' against my back. Had I not been wearing a lightweight jacket, it might have even stung. As it was, it was more of a shocking surprise to feel something hitting you between your shoulders having no idea as to why, or even as to what it had been. Almost immediately I stopped, turning around of course, and saw Valerie standing there 'that smile' on her face, though even then I'm not sure I'd seen her smile in quite this way before. But more importantly, she was holding onto what was obviously one of those children's 'bow and arrow' combinations, one of which I had even owned as a kid. Looking down, sure enough there was a bright yellow arrow with red plastic feathers, and a blue flat rubberized tip that Mike had just as quickly snatched up and was now holding within his mouth looking for the entire world like he'd just been given the best gift ever. For a brief second, he looked as though he'd been shot through the head, and for a split second longer than that, I actually wondered. Then I saw his tail wag and looked back up towards her.

Up until now I really hadn't noticed much else. But as I said before, it was hard not to notice the obvious, especially when you found yourself staring at a pair of perfectly cutout bright red, satin-shaped hearts that were barely even covering her breasts.

Valerie was prone to wearing some rather outlandish outfits from time to time anyway, though again usually in combination with whatever holiday she happened to be celebrating. But I'd also seen her mid summer when there was very little if anything at all that she found worthy enough to decorate her place over, or herself for that matter. When I had, I'd seen her wearing halter-tops, sometimes swim-tops that did little if anything to hold everything in. But even during those few times I'd never seen her quite as revealed as I was seeing her now.

"Well, Chris, you've just been tagged by Cupid!" she informed me still grinning mischievously.

"Ah, yeah. Guess I have at that," I answered bending down playing tug of war with Mike for a moment or two as we wrestled with the prize he was still happily carrying. "You might not get this back," I added a moment later looking back up towards her. She still smiled, hadn't even moved.

"You do know what that means don't you?" she asked me seriously. I did, and I didn't. Either way it was a catch 22 and I wasn't sure if whatever answer I gave her was going to please or anger her. Like I've said before, "Wacky Val" could turn on you in a heartbeat. Thankfully she answered the question before giving me enough time to make a total fool out of myself.

"It means, that you're my dinner date for Valentine's Day," she said simply. "I'll expect to see you here around seven!" I watched as she turned, heading up the steps towards her front porch. She was also wearing a pair of matching bright red shorts that I now saw, and though Valerie certainly didn't have "buns of steel" as advertised in a lot of those exercise video's I'd seen on T.V., I couldn't help wondering how nice it would feel to actually grab a nice handful of each one.

"Oh...and don't forget the roses," she added just before disappearing inside her house. "Red ones...deep rich red ones." And then she was gone.

I glanced over towards her garden. If anyone had an over abundance of beautiful looking roses, it was Valerie. Her gardens were filled with them, just about every color imaginable in fact, including some very beautiful, almost blood red roses. Standing there looking at her garden, it took me a moment or two for it to dawn on me what she'd just asked. With Valentine's Day only two days away, I realized how difficult and expensive it might be to get my hands on any. But truth was, I found myself excited as hell to see what I could do even if I had little time to do it in. I hadn't purchased flowers for anyone since the death of my wife. And now...I felt in a strange way, the way that I had when I'd first met and begun dating her.

"Come on Mike," I said urging him along with my 'cupid's' arrow still tightly clenched between his teeth. "We've got some phone calls to make!"

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Luckily, the local florist had exactly what I needed, though I paid an obscene price for them. I knocked on her door promptly at seven o'clock sharp with a dozen long-stemmed, 'blood-red' roses. Still unsure of what to expect for the evening ahead, I was a little surprised when Val met me at the door wearing an elegant bright red evening dress. Suddenly I felt completely underdressed, though I'd worn a nice jacket, I hadn't thought to wear a tie.

"Come in, come in!" Val said enthusiastically. Holding the box that contained the flowers in hand, I started to mumble out some sort of gallant words to her, but once again in her wild wacky way, Val took the box from me before I could say anything. She immediately led me towards her small sitting room just off the foyer. When we entered, I noticed she'd already poured a couple of glasses of wine. "Make yourself comfortable, I just need to check on dinner and will be right back." Val quickly exited the room, shutting the tall oaken doublewide doors behind her when she did. Leaving me to my own devices, I sat down in the comfy oversized armchair and took a sip of my wine surveying the room. Tastefully decorated, there was nothing about it to suggest the eccentricity that I had come to associate with Val and the way she lived. Even the dress she'd chosen to wear made her look beautiful and alluring, something I hadn't been at all prepared for. Finding myself growing a little nervous and uncomfortable, though there was really no reason for it, I almost jumped out of my seat when Val returned barging into the room throwing the doors open wide, entering like a Brahma Bull in a China shop.

For a few brief moments, she bounced around the room like a pinball straightening cushion seats, realigning a few books that filled one entire wall of the room. Obviously Val was an avid reader, that...or she merely collected books for aesthetic reasons as part of the décor. Personally, I couldn't imagine her sitting still long enough to actually read anything.

"Would you care for an hors d'oeuvre?" she asked. The fact that she wasn't carrying a tray of any sort seemed odd as she merely stood there expectantly, especially as she'd entered like a whirlwind, calming just as suddenly as though I'd entered the eye of a storm. For a moment, I wondered if I had. The last thing I wanted to do was upset or disappoint her however as I was fairly sure she'd gone to some length to prepare whatever delicacy's she had made.

"Sure, I'd like that. Thank you." Once again Val smiled at me, and once again it was that same wicked little look I'd seen the other day. I expected her to turn, heading back out of the room to retrieve whatever tray she had prepared. Instead, I watched as Val merely reached behind her head obviously fumbling with the tie that secured the upper half of her slinky, tight fitting evening gown. Seconds later, still smiling at me, I watched in wondrous surprise as she lowered the top of her gown revealing twin voluptuously shaped orbs that were speckled with red and silver edible sprinkles in the shape of hearts. For a brief instant I was positive she was wearing some sort of sexy looking bra, but as she crossed the room moving even closer to me, I saw almost immediately that I was looking directly at her full bare breasts which she had decorated with candy-coated sprinkles.

Before I could even comment or respond, Val reached the chair I was sitting in, cupping one of her magnificent tits within her hand and pressed the candy-coated nipple delicately yet purposefully against my lips...and waited. Though I had hesitated briefly due to the surprise and shock of what she was actually doing, I soon encircled that sweet tasting morsel of flesh removing any and all traces of the sprinkled candies as I sucked it.

"Would you care for another?" she asked moments later still acting the perfect hostess.

The way she'd asked, I could almost envision her offering one of her tit-treats carefully arrayed on some sort of silver platter, surprised to some extent that she hadn't entered the room with her bare breasts so situated once she'd revealed the nipple-noshes she'd offered me.

"How could I not?" I thought to myself. "Thank you," I responded to her, playing along. Almost cordially, Valerie stood up moving over to the other side of the chair I was sitting in and once again proffered to me her other lovely tear-dropped shaped breast. Lightly placing the gum-dropped sized nubbin against my lips I barely hesitated before drawing it in. Gently, I both sucked as well as nibbled at the sweetness that coated her nipple, hearing a soft moan escape her lips in a pleasured sigh.

I don't mind admitting it. Though it had been a very long time since I had even been with a woman, I still had the same everyday natural desires that any man would have. And because of that I fantasized, masturbating frequently. Sitting here now with a soft very pliant sweet-tasting nipple in my mouth, I was as aroused as I'd ever been with a very hard almost painful erection pressing against the front of my slacks. I'd devoured her breast, licking off as much of the candy as I could when she pulled away finally forcing me to relinquish my prize as I thought in 'Mike's' terms.

Valerie didn't even bother covering herself up as she stood, allowing me a much longer far less subtle look at her now more than exposed dark pink nipples, though I imagined their color was the result of the candies' dyes. Even so, seeing her breasts, as they lay against her chest in a natural maturity that was not only sensual, but also damn alluring, caused my prick to lurch inside my pants excitedly.

"I'll check on dinner," she said, suddenly moving once again towards the doors. "I'll call you to the dining room when it's ready. Enjoy your wine," she added, disappearing a moment later.

I could still see her carrying that tray with her delicious boobs so wonderfully presented upon it, and had to wonder as I did, what I might be dining on here shortly. The image of an apple resting delicately between her legs jumped inside my head, and I quickly shook it off. Bizarre as Val could be, she wasn't "that" weird, I considered. "Or was she?"

I was intrigued as well as baffled by her behavior. During the entire time I had lived next door to this woman, I'd never once thought of her sexually, nor considered even for a moment the unbridled sensuality that was obviously bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Dinner!" I heard her call a short while later.

"Well, at least I know what the roses were for," I thought to myself. I followed a trail of rose petals down the long hallway and around the corner into a room that opened up into a wide expanse, which was obviously a very formal dining room, complete with a vaulted ceiling that gave the appearance of one of those mid-century castles where the Knights and their ladies sat around devouring a feast of food with nothing but their hands. Soft flickering lights filled the enormous chamber. I was amazed at the number of candles that were burning, as there were easily well over a hundred of them. All shapes and sizes, many filling stands, some inside specifically designed crooks and crannies within the walls of the chamber. As large as the room was however, they did little to significantly light up the room, merely adding a sensual ambiance to it that was breathtaking to even see.

"I hope you're hungry," she said as I came into the room. Nothing had prepared me for the feast that had been laid out for me

The formal dining room table could have comfortably sat eighteen or more guests. Candelabra stood at each end of the table, the hand-poured, red candles stood burning, throwing off a soft light that bathed the centerpiece in an erotic canopy of shadows that both hid; yet hinted at the delicacy that awaited me. Valerie was that centerpiece. Lying atop the table, she was completely nude. She was however covered from the neck down all the way to her toes in carefully positioned sprays of whipping creamed tarts, each capped with a thinly sliced piece of strawberry, giving her an almost polka-dotted look as she lay there.

And again, she had frozen me into immobility. At least she hadn't stuffed an apple inside her pussy. "Unless of course she had baked one before doing so," I quickly amended.

"Actually, I think you're improperly dressed for dinner," Valerie informed me. "Please remove your clothing before dining." There was no question asked as if I would decline her invitation. Which I knew just as suddenly I wouldn't have anyway. But I was seized with a sudden fit of shyness as she lay there looking towards me with hard, abject eyes.

"Either do...or don't," she said intolerably, now somewhat impatient with me. "Either come to dinner, or go back to your home. Either way...do it now!" she ordered.

I immediately removed my clothing just as quickly as it was possible, catching a brief, almost Mona Lisa smile appear upon her face as she lay there watching me undress. Two of the chairs had been purposely cleared away, allowing me unobstructed access to her. Obviously I wouldn't be sitting down, not for this particular course anyway.

"Feel free to get as messy as you'd like," she said grinning. "We'll be going upstairs to the bathtub a bit later."

Leaning over, I began sucking up the almost perfect, polka-dotted sized mouthfuls of whipping cream and neatly sliced strawberries from her nude form. Lying upon her side facing me, she continued to watch as I attacked each individual tasty little morsel that she had so carefully arranged upon herself. I purposely left the last three, which she had placed strategically over each breast and her very bare mound.

Granted the additional pleasure of cupping her soft breasts within my hands, I devoured the sweetness, once again capturing those thick elongated nipples sucking them furiously.

"Harder!" she commanded me. "Bite them...pinch them! Harder!" I thought I was. But as I sucked, pinched and nibbled, she continued to admonish me to pull upon them even rougher than I had been. Soon, I found myself literally tugging on her breasts, squeezing her nipples with clamped fingers, drawing them upwards and off her chest until they were almost cone-shaped as I pulled, still tugging on them with nearly every ounce of my strength.

"Oh yes! Now lick me Chris! Lick me!" Val wailed urgently. In a heart-shaped beat I was down between her legs as she rolled on to her back both legs now dangling over the edge of the table. Spreading her obscenely, I again licked away the thin layer of whipping cream that awaited my tongue, exposing as I did the stiff little bud of her pleasure in the process. Nearly as long as her nipples perhaps, though not quite as thick, I soon found myself sucking and licking it with a lustiness bordering on frenzy.

"My nipples! Don't forget my fucking nipples!" she implored me. Almost shame-facedly, I reached up grabbing her breasts within my hands, toying with, again fingering and pulling on those incredible, thick nipples as my tongue and lips performed the same erotic pleasures to her clit. As slick with whipping cream as she was, I soon noticed another even wetter slipperiness, and one just as tasty begin to saturate my face as I ran not only my tongue up and down that heavenly little groove, but even my chin and sometimes the tip of my nose as well. If she wanted messy, I could do messy. And as I continued fucking her with my face it became evident that things were heading towards becoming a lot messier than it was. Moments later she proved me right as I began drinking down a rather copious discharge of her feminine cum-cream that made the whipping cream taste almost bitter in comparison.

As hard and as obviously pleasurable as her orgasm had been, I half expected her to lie there recuperating momentarily at least. Val wasn't one to waste time however, quickly sliding off of the table.

"Sit down over there," she instructed me, pointing towards one of the chairs she'd purposely removed from the table. "I'll be right back with the next course," she informed me disappearing down a side hallway that up until now had been hardly noticeable. Obviously, it led back into the kitchen area where Val had been busily preparing our certainly different, but interesting little Valentines meal.

Returning a short time later, I saw that she held a small basket in her hands. Sitting it down beside me, she carefully unwrapped what appeared to be a homemade pastry of some sort that smelled heavenly. Freshly baked, the smell of home-cooked bread assailed my nostrils, as she almost reverently unfolded the heated cloth, which had been covering it. Pulling from within the confines of the basket, I saw it for what it was. Once again, heart shaped, Val held it up briefly for me to see, withdrawing some sort of inner mold, a sheath of some sort from the top of the heart where the 'V' met forming the heart. I looked at her quizzically as she rotated it, turning it upside down. In the next instant, she engulfed me with the warm pastry, sliding it down and over my erection with a complete and unexpected suddenness.

I felt as she did, that it was perfectly cooked, which was to say...it wasn't entirely anyway. Though I had no idea at the time that was how she'd intended it to be. On the outside, the crust was perfect, flaky soft and warm. Inside, it was slightly underdone so that there was a sensation of not-yet fully cooked dough that was suddenly clinging to me in an exquisite sensation that caught me totally unprepared. My eyes were open and as I reflected later, had to have looked as big as saucers as I sat there looking at her.

"Feels good huh?" she said wickedly. "Isn't it amazing how something this deliciously naughty can feel so fucking good. Make's me almost wish I had a prick so I could experience this for myself."

Unable to so much as utter a single word, I simply sat there as Valerie continued to slowly masturbate my cock. The feel of that almost pulsating heat emanating from the partially cooked pastry was thrill enough, but the softness of the dough, equally warm, and wickedly arousing as I felt my prick being pumped in and out of it was short-circuiting my senses.

"Listen..." I began breathlessly, fighting for control but losing it even as I tried. "It's been a while, I'm not sure I can, can...hold it," I stated simply feeling somewhat embarrassed that I could succumb so easily to a piece of hot fresh pastry gobbling down my cock. Pigs in a blanket would hold an entirely new meaning for me forever afterwards.

"Who wants you to?" she asked. "And besides, what goods a nice pastry without a nice hot fresh cream filling anyway?"

Even as the pastry slowly began to crumble within her hands, it also had begun to adhere itself to me, molding my shaft, grabbing it in ways I could never have imagined.

"Fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" I warned her as though there was any other possible outcome to her ministrations.

All Valerie did was pick up the up and down tempo a little, shredding the pastry even more so until her hands were stroking me with more of a putty-like uncooked, yet still warm gob of dough as she slid her hand up and down my shaft.

"Oh fuck yes!" I yelled pleasurably as the first powerful explosion tore through my prick bathing the insides of the doughy cocoon, which Val continued to use to manipulate my pleasures. Trapped as it was, the essence of my climax soon sought its own escape, leaking out and dribbling down upon the base of my scrotum as Valerie kept pumping me almost magically up and down until every last orgasmic tremor had ceased to exist. I'd barely finished oozing out my last pleasurable wad of cum-cream when she stood. Not one for waiting, she beckoned for me to do the same. Weak-kneed, I managed to stand. Handing me a nice warm towel to clean myself off with, she stood there patiently waiting until I had.

"Follow me," she said simply. I did so, walking behind her through the kitchen where she stopped momentarily handing me one of two tall metal pitchers off of the stove.

"Be careful, the bottom may be a little warm," she added as she then removed the second, carrying it herself up the backstairs away from the kitchen area. Again, I followed. Moments later we exited the passageway into the upper level of her home. It took me a moment for my eyes to adjust however. The entire hallway was bathed in an almost eerie red glow, as was the bathroom when we entered. Val walked in first, stepping aside as she did allowing me to join her. I couldn't believe the size of her bathroom, it was bigger than my entire living room with a semi-sunken bathtub that could have easily accommodated four people. Sitting the pitcher she'd been carrying down near the side of the tub, she turned, taking mine and doing the same with it.

"Step in," she instructed. I looked down into the tub. Even the water had been colored red, or perhaps simply appeared to be so from the overhead lights. Carefully I placed my foot down into the water testing for the temperature of it, fully expecting to experience one thing, once again caught unawares, unprepared as I did. It wasn't water! I began to remove my foot.

"Step in! Step in! It's Jell-O," Val informed me playfully. "Sit down in it!" she commanded now in a bit of a more serious tone of voice. I felt her behind me; almost pushing me now as I slid into the thick gelatinized substance. Surprisingly, it was deep enough that as I did, my entire lower half disappeared beneath the thick layer of wiggling Jell-O. Val soon joined me, facing me as she slid into it herself. I again found myself speechless. Val had now managed to accomplish this rare feat twice in one evening.

Moments later I felt first one hand and then the other seeking me out beneath the surface. The sensation was quite unexpected. I've eaten Jell-O a number of times, but admittedly, never with my hands. Val began teasing me back to life. I stiffened immediately in arousal at the incredible Jell-O'bation Val was performing on me.

I made a feeble attempt reaching towards her. "No, not yet. Your turn will come," she told me. "Just sit there and enjoy this."

."Oh my god!" I exclaimed as her hands did the old fire starting stick whirl up and down my shaft, "Oh Val...fuck! This is nuts!" I exclaimed openly. "This is un-fucking believable!" I sat there with her hands whirling up and down my Jell-O covered prick. Unlike the last time however, it wasn't her intention or inclination to get me off that way. And this time, I moaned when she stopped rather than continuing as I now found myself begging her to do.

"Sorry...time for you to give me a nice slippery Jell-O fuck of my own. And I promise, you'll enjoy this one too."

And right about now, I had no doubt that I would either. Val moved up to face me sitting down in my lap. I felt the squishy substance oozing into every open space available as she moved down settling herself against me. Even as my prick lodged itself at the opening of her sex, I could feel the Jell-O surrounding us both clinging to every square inch of our bodies as we finally joined together for the first time.

"Now fuck me Chris. Slowly at first, nice and slow. I'll let you know when I want you to fuck my brains out, ok?"

Make it three times I found myself being speechless. Amazing enough when you're getting horny, but there's something about a really, really aroused woman talking dirty to you that just ignites my fire to an even higher level of passion. Hearing Val talking to me like this had my dick harder than it had been in a very, very long time. And I think she knew it too. That...or she was merely helping me to imagine it as she kept talking dirty to me and telling me what it was feeling like to her.

"Oh Chris! That cock baby...your cock! It's so fucking hard! So fucking big baby! Hmm, I love how that feels inside me. Can you feel the way it's filling my pussy baby? Huh? Can you?"

Make that four times. I was unable to utter a single word. My balls were now located somewhere's up near my vocal cords. All I could do was grunt out my pleasure and hope my Neanderthal response would be adequate enough for her. Apparently, it was.

Before much longer, our slow slippery coupling had become considerably more frenzied. Val was soon thrashing wildly above me, throwing her body against me in a series of gyrations that sent her hair flying and my ass to slapping the bottom of the tub. We were of course by this time covered in splatters of red Jell-O that gave each of us the appearance of having chicken pox or something. I had taken handfuls of the slippery, wobbly stuff, smearing it against those incredible breasts, using it to tease and further stimulate those magnificent nipples. As it oozed between my fingers, so did her nipples which I had been pinching and pulling on as hard as I could this time without further instruction from her.

"Jell-O fuck me, baby!" she screamed. "Fuck my Jell-O fucking cunt!"

I was in fucking heaven as my prick slid in and out of that warm slippery pussy of hers, caressed in between thrusts as all that Jell-O fought for it's own right to inhabit her cunt before and after I did.

Unlike before, this time when I felt my nuts tighten, threatening to explode soon, I didn't say anything. I didn't need to, however, as Val was well aware of my impending orgasm. She'd already begun to Jell-O'bate her own clit rapidly with her fingers, reaching down somewhere below that layer of gelatin silkiness, frigging her clit just as rapidly as my prick was thrusting in and out of her from below.

Even better, she didn't wait for me. She simply exploded. One of the most erotically sensual things anyone can witness is the vulnerable, contorted expression on a person's face when they climax. My wife had called it her "O" look. We'd once made love in front of a mirror. When she came, she had actually seen the expression on her face as she climaxed. Soon afterwards she had made me remove the mirror from our bedroom.

Val's face took on a look of what appeared to be agonizing pain. Her climax overpowered her. As she rode along on that roller-coaster of varying emotions, I watched her face contort from a pleasure-pain, to surprise, even wonder and back again as each surge filled her, taking her to new levels of ecstasy. As I pumped into her what felt like gallons of my own pleasure; I was so caught up in her enjoyment that I almost failed to enjoy my own.

For the first time we actually sat recuperating afterwards in what used to be a serene looking sea of red Jell-O that now looked more like the rocky surface of Mars.

When she had legs enough to stand, she did so, pulling me up with her. Jell-O was clinging to us everywhere. I'm sure if we'd not been bathed in red lighting it would have looked a lot worse than it did. Val reached over grabbing one of the tall metal pitchers I'd helped her carry upstairs.

"This should be just about right temperature wise," she said lifting the pitcher up as she began pouring it. She began at my shoulders pouring the warm almost satin feeling mixture over me, effectively washing away whatever Jell-O globules remained clinging to my skin. By the smell, I could tell it was a thick warm cream that she was pouring. When the pitcher was emptied, she handed the other to me.

"Now...your turn."

I poured the nice warm cream over her body. Though I was also given the additional treat of bending over to lick up and suck the cream from her tits like a hungry kitten.

"We should have brought up more cream," she purred contentedly. And I had to agree with her, we should have.

Finally, stepping from the very messy bathtub, we dried one another off with hot damp towels that she'd left sitting beneath a heat lamp.

"You thought of everything didn't you?" I questioned.

Val smiled..."You ain't seen shit yet, baby," she said teasingly. And with that, she opened another door leading inside her luxurious bedroom.

If I thought her bathroom was big, I was overwhelmed by the size and layout of her bedroom. It was like a miniature apartment, bigger in size than the one I had actually lived in while attending college.

I wasn't surprised when I entered and saw an enormous heart-shaped bed sitting in the middle of the room. The thing that did impress me however was the enormity of it. It was big enough to accommodate a nice sized orgy. I found myself wondering if she maybe actually enjoyed that sort of thing. I couldn't imagine even trying to sleep in a bed that big. I noticed that the sheets were real silk, which felt soft, sexy, and downright stimulating to even lay on. As though reading my mind, she spoke to me.

"I don't sleep here...I just play here," she told me. "My bedroom's downstairs."

Climbing into the bed, I also saw some sort of a control panel. Val quickly reached over and pressed a few switches. Seconds later not only did we have subdued, sensual lighting, but soft music began emanating from every corner of the room. I also noticed a very faint, but soothing vibration coming up from the bed.

"That's nice," I offered. Val laughed.

"It's vibrates a lot more. I can actually climax just lying face down on the bed."

I had no reason to doubt her.

As I'd already had two very intense, very satisfying orgasms, Mr. "Wiggly" as I sometimes affectionately called my penis was laying contentedly snuggled up along side my balls. Even as Val reached over to affectionately begin caressing him, I doubted seriously that I'd be up for any more entertainment. Not for a while anyway. And I told her so.

"Leave it up to me," she said softly. "Just relax, let Val work her magic on you." Though I doubted she was that powerful of a magician, I consented to merely lie there and let her do her thing. Or rather...my thing. The sensation of her mouth as she gently drew me in, surrounding me with the warmth and pressure of her mouth, lips and tongue reawakened my desires.

"You know? I swear you could raise the dead!" I told her. Val laughed openly. A deep- throated, husky laugh that was refreshing to hear.

"I save that for Halloween," she told me. I had no reason to doubt that, and every suspicion to believe she probably did cavort with unseen spirits over that particular holiday. Mentally making a note to remind myself to visit my relatives the following October.

A few minutes later, I was just as hard and as firm as I had been when she'd first slipped that hot pastry down over the head of my dick. Only this time, it was the warmth of her mouth that was stirring urges and feelings in me. After a time, we switched places and I was busily, even greedily devouring her pussy with my lips and tongue. Another thing I had forgotten. The scent and taste of a woman was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. Trembling, I felt my body shivering, shaking in uncontrollable lust and desire for this albeit strange, but incredibly sensual woman.

I hadn't really noticed it, but as Val gently coaxed me to slide up onto and then into her, the lights had gone out. The darkness of the room was complete. "You ready for a really wild ride?" she asked.

As I felt my prick lurch hotly inside her, "I Thought we were," I said jokingly. Then added a bit more seriously, "Oh my God! Now what?" I stated, realizing that she had something obviously well planned.

"You'll see soon enough what I mean. Right now, I want you to trust me, and do exactly what I tell you to do."

On the one hand, I wished I could see her face. Maybe it would give me some sort of a hint as to what she had in store for me. On the other however, maybe it was just as well that I couldn't. If she'd had some sort of half-crazed look on her face, I'm not sure I could have trusted myself to stay in the bed, let alone inside her. "Okay, when?"

"When I say. Right now...just fuck me. Not hard, not too fast...but fuck me. Smoothly, easily. But, I do want to know this time when you're getting there. Not cumming quite, but getting there? Okay?"

"Okay," I answered again as I slid easily in and out of her even as we talked.

The truth was, Val was well ahead of me in knowing where I was and what was going on. I'd felt her do something, though I had no idea at the time what the hell it was she had done. Only when I felt a slight tilt to the bed did I even begin to suspect we were no longer laying flat within the room upon her enormous heart-shaped bed.

"Getting close?" she asked almost playfully. And I caught a hint of excitement to the tone of her voice when she asked.

"Closer...yes," I breathed my head nestled softly against her neck as we lay there coupling together.

"Okay, then Chris, listen to me. Don't move. Just remain as you are. Keep fucking me now, honey, but start moving towards orgasm. As you do, and when you do, you'll feel us start to slide out of the bed. Just go with it. Trust me, and don't do anything except continue to fuck me and hold on okay?"

"Ah-huh," I said, only half listening to her. "Just keep fucking you," I said doing exactly that wondering still what kind of weird little surprise she had in store for me this time.

I was literally amazed when I first felt that telltale tingle alerting me to the fact I was about to experience my third orgasm in as many hours.

"Almost there," I managed.

As I said that, I felt the bed tilt considerably, felt the two of us beginning to slide off of it, nearly pushing up and away from her in some feeble attempt to find something to hold onto besides her tits. Clenching me even more tightly to her however she admonished me.

"No! Just hold me...fuck me...and cum!" she yelled into the darkness.

In the next instant I was doing just that. The instant after that, we were falling into the blackness completely weightless with nothing beneath us but air.

I'd felt my prick explode in a glorious surge of pleasure just as we left the bed. I felt the second wonderful explosion follow the first, as the realization struck me there was nothing beneath either one of us. By the time the third ejaculate began I felt the sudden emergence and near shock of being engulfed by some unseen force as together we slipped into it, realizing only afterwards what it was.

The brightness of the sudden appearance of lights was a bit unnerving. But so was finding yourself swimming under water. Surprised when I found Val still clinging tightly to me even as I clawed up through the water towards the surface above. Stunned, when I discovered my cock was still deeply embedded inside her even as we broke surface gasping for air.

I looked up seeing the area from which we'd descended. The bed remained tilted entirely on end, the drop of some thirty feet from the room above into the pool below us had seemingly lasted an eternity as we fell together in the darkness.

"You really are crazy. You know that?" I said laughing in wonder as she finally did separate from me heading over towards the bank of the underground pool we had found ourselves swimming in.

"You like?"

"Craziest damn thing I've ever experienced!" I said truthfully.

"Wild way to wake up in the morning too," she offered. I for one couldn't even imagine myself experiencing that one. Certainly not fucking being asleep when it happened.

I swam over to the steps climbing out where she had already gone to fetch us both towels to dry off with.

"Have a nice cum?"

"Certainly an interesting one," I answered back. And it was then that I noticed the tone, even inflection of her voice had suddenly changed. When she smiled this time it was a truly different kind of a smile. Even her facial expression seemed different somehow.

"Want to know who I really am?" she asked, once again using this new sounding voice I had never heard before.

"Who you really are?" Obvious confusion clearly etched in the sound of my own question back to her. I actually began to wonder if men had a habit of mysteriously disappearing for unexplained reasons. To put it mildly, Valerie was in fact an entirely different woman than the one I had come to know, or had been with most of the evening. Her tone of voice wasn't necessarily threatening or anything, but it had a side to it that spoke of profound intellect. Not that I had considered her "ditzy" or even "stupid" sounding before. She hadn't. Just not altogether there. Now, she sounded not only all together, but reminded me of some sort of Corporate Executive type that seemed wholly out of place, especially as she stood before me with all her womanly charms fully exposed.

"Trust me Chris...I'm not nearly as crazy as everyone thinks I am. Come on, there's something I want to show you provided you promise to keep a secret!"

Curious, I finished toweling off and followed my naked little vixen down a short hallway to another room. Everything about her seemed different for some reason, not just her speech, tone of voice, but even her mannerisms had changed. Standing behind her at the door she opened it, stepping in turning on the light. I followed in after her.

"This...is where I work. This is what I do for a living," she told me.

A bank of computers sat in a semi circle within the middle of the room. The walls themselves were filled full of books from floor to ceiling. Almost immediately I recognized each and every one of the very famous authors.

"What? You read for a living?" I joked.

Val smiled. "No. I write for a living," she told me. Once again I looked about the room looking for her name. But again, all I could see were mystery novels, horror and suspense as well as several erotic and romance novels. Each one written by a different author, and each famous in their own rights.

Once again I turned towards her. "Ok, so, what have you written?" I asked stupidly.

Val stood there spreading her hands encompassing the enormity of the entire room. "Everything you see," she said simply.

I laughed, disbelief clearly coming through in my laughter. "I guess I was wrong, you really are wacky," I said almost apologetically. "So, you're trying to tell me that it was you who wrote all those best seller horror books. And that the 'guy' whose photo is on the back of that book there doesn't really exist? I mean, come on, Val. The guy's real, he's even appeared in a few movies based on his own books.

"Oh he's real alright. We have an agreement," she told me. "I never wanted any of the fame or fortune. I just enjoy writing. I prefer a simple life, though admittedly, its nice having enough money to do whatever I want to do, whenever I want to do it. So he, like the rest of them, basks in the glory and the spot-light, make a ton of money just having fun pretending to write all these books."

Once again I looked about the room. This was starting to feel just a little surreal.

"Only a handful of people know the truth. And actually it gets a little complicated how it all works, but the truth of it is, I write under half a dozen different names, some women, some men. But yes, these are all mine," she told me.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at. "I thought you liked dogs," I said unable to come up with anything better to say.

Val chuckled. "I do Chris. In fact, I love Mike. Used to have a dog a lot like him in fact. But just because I write about one evil dog doesn't mean I don't like dogs, because I do. But they're a lot like people. Some are friendly, some are just plain mean. He was a mean, evil one."

"No shit, scared the hell out of me when I read that one." I looked at her still uncertain. "You really wrote it huh?" Val nodded her head 'yes'.

"You're one fucking amazing woman you know that?" I ventured finally. "You certainly had me fooled."

"That's why I look and act the way I do whenever I'm around people," she told me. "I want to keep my anonymity, and acting, being a little crazy, a little weird, keeps it that way. The only reason I've told you is because I like you. I've kept my eyes on you ever since you moved in, and especially ever since you lost your wife. You've never really dated, you've never much cared to be a socialite, nor spend money extravagantly. I admire that. Admire who you are and how you've lived your life. I finally decided it might be nice to have a friend. A real friend. Someone I can bounce ideas off of, someone I can confide in and share secrets with."

"Someone you can fuck occasionally?"

"Most certainly that," she said winking at me, allowing herself to slip back into the Valerie character I was more familiar with. "If you're willing to keep all this to yourself," she added once again speaking as the woman I'd just met. "Even if you ever mentioned any of this to anyone, they'd never believe you anyway. And there's no reason to pry into my life, as I'm not making any claims that I actually do write these stories. So no one would have any reason or cause to look into it. They'd just think you were as crazy as I am."

"You can say that again. And I'm still not sure that I even believe it myself!" I picked up yet another book and stood there shaking my head in wonder.

"You've obviously been writing for a long time."

"Ever since I was a kid. They called me a prodigy," she said simply. "I have a vivid imagination."

"No kidding. Wow, and you wrote these too?" I asked holding one of the books up.

"Amongst my first. I was really glad when they picked Sean Connery to portray the character, though I admit Pierce Brosnan certainly does a fairly nice job too."

I sat the book carefully back down. It was a first edition, after all.

"So. Think you can be content to spend time with a crazy old lady, simply having fun on the holidays whenever they come around?" she asked.

"I think so," I said easily. "Especially on Valentine's Day," I added.

Valerie came over giving me an excited hug. "I'm glad to hear that," she said in this new voice of hers, which, to be honest, would take me a while getting used to.

"By the way, wait until the fourth of July. You'd be amazed what I can do with a few lit sparklers. Oh, and later on this week? I'm meeting a friend of mine. He's flying in for dinner. We're going to go over a new screenplay for a movie he's producing. How'd you like to sit down and have dinner with Clint and I?" she asked.

"You mean as in Eastwood?"

"Is there any other?"

"I don't suppose he knows about the heart-shaped bed and the thirty foot drop into the pool now does he?"

Val laughed, "But of course, he suggested it."

Once again, I had no reason to doubt her.

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