Without a doubt the strangest part of Clarisse's declaration was that she walked out of the room immediately after.
It was really as simple as that– drop a girl in my lap, tell me to pound her, walk away like that was a regular and easily-understood command anybody would know what to do with. I don't even know where she wandered off to. We were staying in a hotel and this was our room.
"Do it."
I turned to Annabeth. She had a steely look on her face as she looked down at Valentina.
"Clarisse is right," she said. "It's this girl's fault that things have gotten this far. She needs to be punished. And she needs to be fucked. No reason not to do both at the same time."
I tried not to look down at the girl laid across my lap, which was easier said than done. That blowjob earlier was still seared into my memory, along with the sex that got interrupted straight after. As sudden as it had been, I still felt like I'd missed out on something… and now the perfect chance to take what I'd lost out on had literally dropped into my lap.
"If you're sure…"
"Do I get a say in this?" Valentina asked.
"No," Annabeth, Sue and I said all at the same time.
"Hot," Valentina said.
Annabeth glanced across the room at Sue. "Are you going to leave with Clarisse?"
"Are you?" Sue asked.
"No," Annabeth said. "I'm in a bad mood because of this girl. The best strategy to fix that is to help punish her body myself."
"I'm staying too," Lou said.
"To help?" I asked.
"To watch," she said. "I think I'll get something great out of that."
She giggled and rubbed her knees together. Annabeth looked at her like she was a weirdo. I thought that was a little bit hypocritical considering that her answer had been almost as strange.
Speaking of weird, Valentina hadn't made a single move to escape from my lap. If anything, she'd wiggled in deeper. She was listening to others talk about her to her face without saying a thing. I wondered if this 'punishment' Clarisse and Annabeth were thinking of would have the effect they were expecting.
Then I got started.
Doubts or not, this was something that had to happen. Besides, I'd be lying if I pretended it wouldn't be fun. It only took a moment of thinking to decide how to begin.
Smack!
"Ooh!" Valentina exclaimed as my hands came down hard on her jean-bottoms.
I followed up with three more, but something was missing. The impacts felt dull. Too much clothing in the way. Luckily, that was an easy fix.
I grabbed a solid fistfull of Valentina's t-shirt, right at the base. Then I twisted. Once the fabric was wrapped tightly around my hand, I pulled her whole body into the air.
It wasn't that hard, even with one arm. Compared with Clarisse she felt like a feather.
My other hand slipped around to her waist. I undid the button on her shorts and pulled the zipper to its base. From there, it was just about getting a good grip and yanking.
I guess I got a really good grip. When shorts slid all the way to her ankles, her panties came with them. An idea came to me. I left both wrapped around her feet.
Setting Valentina back down across my knees, I brought my hand down again. And again. And again.
Now the sounds were sharp. Each spank cracked like a Fury's whip. Valentina's ass was huge, but more than that it had almost perfect shape, rising high above the rest of her body as she lay flat. Every time my hand struck, it jiggled and trembled for a solid five seconds.
"How many do you think she deserves?" I asked.
"Let's see." Annabeth made a show of counting up on her fingers. "Five for sneaking along when she wasn't cursed."
My hand came down a total of five times, all of them on the same spot on the left cheek.
"Another five for lying to our faces."
I switched targets to her other cheek, my hand landing even faster.
"Five more for tossing out all our supplies."
These I aimed straight in the middle. My hand was just big enough to reach both of the spots I'd been targeting on either cheek, so long as I was precise. Valentina moaned with each blow from this set. The more they wracked up, the louder she got. Lou moaned too. Her thighs were pressed together tightly as she watched. I wondered if that 'something great' she talked about had anything to do with soiling a set of clean panties.
"Finally," Annabeth said, "we have your worst crime."
Valentina was breathing hard after the barrage. Part of it was probably pain, but I was certain there was something else mixed in. When she didn't speak up, Annabeth grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact.
"You tried to use my boyfriend's kindness to trick him into sleeping with you," she said. "You didn't ask. You weren't honest. You pretended your life was at stake, just to get what you wanted. For that… We need something worse than a spank."
Still gripping Valentina's chin, Annabeth held her other hand up in the shape of a fist. She looked at me— but more specifically at the hand that had doled out the spanks.
"Shove it in her," Annabeth commanded, waving her fist.
I jammed my entire hand inside Valentina's pussy.
I wasn't sure it would be possible, but even after just the show earlier she was already soaked. My hand slid straight in. Valentina thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the shorts and panties I'd left around her ankles limited her movement like cuffs. I plunged my hand deeper and Valentina groaned long and loud.
"You like that?" Annabeth was holding Valentina's head high, even as the girl's eyes started rolling toward the back of her skull. "You wanted my boyfriend so badly earlier. Aren't you happy now that you have him?"
When Valentina continued to groan and yelp, Annabeth slapped her. It wasn't hard enough to be really mean, but… it was close.
"Answer when I ask you a question."
"Yesh," Valentina said. "I like it a lot!"
"Then he has to go even harder."
She looked up at me, and the silent command was as obvious as could be.
I thrusted my hand repeatedly. At the deepest, I was in deeper than my wrist. When I pulled back, everything past the thumb knuckle stayed inside. It was a difficult feeling to describe. Valentina's insides were warm, wet, and clearly not designed to be opened as wide as they were right now.
It was also invigorating. When she gave me the blowjob in the car, it felt like she was operating my entire body with technique and sensuality. This felt like the opposite. She was totally at my mercy, and I was doing it with nothing but raw power.
Valentina was gasping. She was already cumming, and it was happening again and again. I didn't stop. My body might've been the one moving, but Annabeth was the one controlling the gas pedal.
"Are you sorry?" Annabeth asked.
Valentina panted as she came again. When she collected herself, she slurred, "I'm shorry!"
Annabeth slapped her again.
"Answer quicker," she said. "You're really sorry?"
"I am!"
My arm, still pumping inside her, was becoming slick. Spray from the fisting was scattering across her thighs, my lap, and the rest of my triceps. Lou's back was pressed to the wall now, and she slid slowly to the floor, as if her legs were giving out just at the sight of Valentina's fate.
"Will you make it up to us?" Annabeth asked.
"How?" Valentina gasped.
Annabeth smirked. She let go of Valentina's face and stood up from the bed. With a few efficient movements she pulled off all her clothes, until she was standing naked next to the bed. Then she gestured for me to stand, too.
"Toss her on there," she said and nodded to the bed behind us.
My hand slid free from Valentina with a moist popping noise. I tossed her onto the queen-sized bed, where she landed face down. She didn't move.
Standing before Annabeth, I got the hint and pulled off my own clothes. Nodding appreciatively, Annabeth crawled onto the bed.
She went all the way to the headboard, sitting up with her back to it. She roughly tugged Valentina's shirt off, revealing a view of the girl's bare back. There wasn't a bra in sight. I crawled onto the bed too, by the foot of it. Annabeth and I made eye-contact, and she nodded.
I grabbed Valentina's hips and hauled them into the air. At the same time, Annabeth spread her legs and grabbed onto Valentina's head. She pressed the daughter of Aphrodite's head to her pussy, grinning vindictively.
"Be a good girl about this, and I just might forgive you," she said.
Valentina couldn't answer, her face was buried too deep in Annabeth's muff, but she did use her tongue to do something else. Annabeth shuddered, her eyes becoming lidded.
Meanwhile, I was at my limit. I had gotten blue-balled by a cow of all things earlier, and I'd just spent the last few minutes bringing Valentina to orgasm after orgasm. My cock was sick of getting ignored. I slammed my hips into Valentina and buried it in her in one thrust.
She moaned, but it was muffled by Annabeth's body. Her backside rippled. When I moved forward, each impact traveled all the way down her thighs. There was something addictive about seeing those cheeks jiggle, red and raw from my own hand. As I thrusted forward, I started dragging her hips back to meet me. The sound was as loud as a Laistrygonian clapping.
Annabeth was getting red in the cheeks. She planted her feet on the bed and put down a hand, lifting herself into the air. Her other hand stayed on the back of Valentina's head. As she held the girl in place, she bucked her hips, practically riding Valentina's face.
In the corner of my eye I caught sight of Lou Ellen pulling out a notebook. Don't ask me where she got it. She was dutifully scribbling something — notes, sketches, I don't know — while watching us with an appraising eye and a raging blush. Having an audience, even a one-woman one, kicked me into a frenzy.
I began spanking Valentina's ass again, and this time I was only vaguely holding back. The entire time I continued thrusting. She came, then came again. I'd never been with a woman that orgasmed this much. I didn't know if it was Valentina, the situation, or some combination of the two. I sped up even more.
Suddenly, Annabeth came. Because of the way she was moving, clear liquid ended up being rubbed across all of Valentina's face, making it shine in the hotel's artificial light. Annabeth relinquished her hold as she fell back on the bed.
But I wasn't done. Not quite yet. I grasped Valentina's long dark hair and pulled her up by it. Lou's notebook was still in her hands, but she couldn't be doing much writing considering the pencil was being put to work beneath her pants. The claps of Valentina's ass were coming so fast they were bleeding together.
Gasping, I hit my limit.
I slammed our hips together and held them there for as long as I could, that wonderful ass smashed flat against me as my cum poured out deep inside her, staving off the curse. I let go of Valentina's hair and she slid off my cock to lie flat against the bed.
Annabeth was leaning against the headboard, head aimed at the ceiling and her arms loose by her sides. Valentina lay on the bed, her ass such a bright shade of red I started having second thoughts. Her face still sparkled with Annabeth's juices. I knew the feeling.
In the corner, Lou yelped. From the way she threw her head up, she must've reached her own climax. When that passed, the room lulled into a strange silence.
"Can we do that again?" Valentina asked suddenly.
Annabeth and I shared disbelieving looks. In the corner, Lou Ellen squeaked.
"Seconded!"