Or Forever Hold Your Peace

Following Victoria down the hallway, Kurt found himself being led towards the master bedroom. Clearly whatever she wanted to discuss was something private that she didn’t feel like she could share with the others. As he entered the room, he saw her face when she turned to look at him, and though she wasn’t smiling, she looked bright and determined. Thankfully, she didn’t seem upset or depressed by the news that Shawn knew where she was, or that they really had no plan on how to stop him. Or at least, no good options.

He closed the door and watched the tall blonde, who began gesturing towards her mouth and moving her lips, like a goldfish. “Yeah, I know you want to talk,” he said, assuming she meant ‘talking’ in the sense of having a conversation. “What about?”

With a shake of her head, she indicated that he’d misunderstood. She tried again, this time pointing at herself, pushing a finger against her sternum between her large, perky breasts and then gestured to her mouth, mimicking talking in the same way that she had done before.

“You…talk…” he repeated the words the actions seemed to represent. The finger pointing to herself was definitely about her, but the mouth…it had to be talking. She wasn’t using her teeth, so it couldn’t be eating, and it was moving too much to be singing or screaming. It seemed that it had to be talking, but it didn’t make any sense because she clearly said that’s not what she meant.

Seeing that Kurt was having trouble with the mouth sign, Victoria once again changed her motions. She brought a fist up to her mouth, pressing her lips against her wrists with the fingers pointing outwards. She began quickly opening and closing her hand, straightening her fingers out wide as if she were spraying or emitting something from her mouth. It only took Kurt a few seconds to grasp the greater meaning of her gestures this time.

“You want to speak…aloud,” he said slowly, realising that she was trying to say that she wanted to regain her voice. With a firm nod she told him that he’d gotten it right, but, this time, he shook his head in reply. “I know it must be frustrating, but you heard Zack’s mum. It could take a long time for your brain to work through whatever mental block is causing your speechlessness.”

Victoria shook her head, then repeated the actions of pointing at herself, mouthing with her lips and then bringing up her fist and opening it, effectively restating, for emphasis that she wanted to regain her voice and that she wasn’t taking no for an answer, no matter what Kurt or Monica or anyone else had to say about it.

Defeated, Kurt simply asked, “Well, do you have any ideas how to do it? Because I certainly don’t know anything about breaking through psychological barriers.”

He was surprised when she actually nodded again, just as firm and determined as before. She opened her mouth again, but kept it open as she tilted her head back. He wasn’t quite sure what she was miming. Howling? No, the shape of her mouth was wrong. Maybe this was singing, but what kind of song would really help her speak again? This wasn’t a Disney movie. The only logical conclusion he could come to was that she was shouting, or screaming, into the air. But that just made him chuckle.

“I don’t think you can overcome this by just shouting as hard as you can,” Kurt noted as he tried not to laugh too hard. “You’re more likely going to actually tear your larynx trying to physically shout your way through a mental wall.”

But she shook her head again, and this time pointed at him first, then to her mouth, where she mimicked screaming again. She added a tongue, pushing it right against her lip, so it sat clear for him to see, fat and wet as it almost lolled out of her mouth. Her eyes too rolled back slightly so the irises were only barely visible against her drooped, tired eyelids. It was an exaggeration of a lewd expression he had seen on her face many times now, but he recognised it all the same.

“You…want me to make you scream…” He said, hardly believing what she was asking of him. It wasn’t as if he was opposed to having sex with her, even in her current condition, if that’s what she wanted. But, did she really think sex was going to solve all of her problems? He asked, incredulous, “You want me to bring back your voice by making you cum?”

She nodded as she brought her hands up to her head, one on each side and made a similar motion as before. Her balled up her firsts and then opened them, moving away from the sides of her head, as if to replicate the sense of something expanding outwards. Her mouth opened too, into a wide ‘O’ shape in time with her hands.

“Explosion…mind-blowing…” Kurt deduced, smiling in disbelief now. “You want me to give you a mind-blowing orgasm to break down the mental block in your head?” He had to stop himself from laughing again. He couldn’t deny there was a kind of simple logic to it, but it sounded ludicrous. “Vicky, I…I don’t think it works like that.”

She cocked an eyebrow and half pouted, looking at him with the kind of eyes he’d seen before when she wanted something that he thought was a bad idea. Like in the car on the way back from Shawn’s apartment, or when propositioning him with a threesome down by the lake, her emerald green eyes looked at him with conviction, conveying without words or gestures, a question of whether he could really deny her. And, judging by his track record, the answer was an ‘no’.

Sauntering over to where he stood, she leaned in, pressing her warm, soft body against his as she kissed his neck and slid a hand down to where his trousers bulged. Even if every other part of him was thinking soundly, this part of him knew what it really wanted. It had been growing and hardening, stretching and dripping with pre-cum ever since she first suggesting fucking her to bring back her voice. Over his clothes, her hand moved up and down over the shape of his length, tracing its outline with firm, fingers.

“Ah, I…uh, I mean, if you wanna….we can, ah…have sex, yeah, mmmm,” he said as he felt her tongue slide along the nape of his neck in time with her fingers drawing up along the underside of his dick. “I, ah, just don’t want, uh, mmmm, you to get your, ah, hopes up.”

Victoria turned her head and mashed his lips with hers, effectively ending any further discourse on the matter. Kurt was willing, and Victoria wanted to try it, so that was all that really mattered. Their tongues twisted, mixing their saliva while her hand on his cock moved up to the waist of his jeans and began popping his buttons one handed, and unzipping him so that his bulge pushed out in the parting. He gasped to feel her warm, touch on his hard cock, feeling it so much better with only the thin layer of underwear between them.

But this wasn’t about his pleasure, it was about hers, and building her up to that mind-blowing orgasm. He let his hands roam over her, feeling her slender shape beneath his rough fingers, sliding over her breasts and ass. She moaned gently against his tongue, enjoying the sensation of his manly hands on her body and looking forward to what was coming next. With a hand on either side of her hips, he took hold of her top and pulled it up over her head, quickly, so her hand only had to leave his cock for a second.

They kissed again as he reached behind her and unclipped her bra with both hands and slid it down her smooth arms, once again forcing her to halt her stroking of his cock momentarily. With her breasts free, he dropped his head and wrapped his lips, wet with Victoria’s saliva, around her nipple. He planted deep kisses around her areola first, then began swiping his tongue back and forth over the stiff nubs, leaving wet streaks along the peaks of her large tits. He alternated between kissing and lapping at her nipples as he listened to her breathing deepen, punctuated by soft moans. She made all the right sounds and noises but still no words came.

He took it up a notch and began fully suckling on her breasts, pulling on her nipples as he drew them deeper into her mouth, as if desperately trying to taste her. Of course, she had no milk to give him, but it made her body tingle with a warmth throughout to feel him trying. He switched breasts, sucking on the other nipple as he dropped a hand between her legs. She felt her pussy squelch inside her panties, as he pressed his fingers against the middle of the bottoms, and gasped, wondering if he could hear it for himself. It was embarrassing, even though she asked for this, to think that he might be able to tell how turned on she was, just from the heat radiating from below.

Drawing on the drawstring of her pants so they were loose enough for him to push his hand inside, he pressed his fingers against her pussy through her thin panties, feeling how soaked the cotton material already was. Her breathing became sharper and still laboured as she enjoyed his fingers rubbing against her clit and pushing between her wet lower lips, teasing every part of her pussy without slipping inside. Her hand continued to stroke his cock through his boxers, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel his fingers directly on her, wanted to feel them push inside. But, with no words to convey this, she did the next best thing. She unbuttoned his underwear and pulled out his cock, rubbing her hand up and down his shaft.

As expected, he mimicked her, following suit by pushing her panties aside. He stroked her lips in time with her tugging of his cock, so that when she sped up, he sped up, and she slowed, he slowed until her body trembled and her breath was ragged. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside of her. A wave of pleasure washed over her, crashed against the rocks of her body, not quite an orgasm but intense enough that she clung to his shoulders to keep herself upright.

His fingers moved back and forth inside of her, slowly, then rapidly, then back to slow, exploring her tunnel and rubbing against the rough spots of her inner walls. Despite being incredibly wet already, she soaked his fingers even more of her juices until her pussy loudly squished every time his fingers sank in deep. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now, she thought.

The trembling became a quake and her mind grew feverish as the heat that had engulfed her body only blazed hotter and wilder, pleasure pouring into her body with every pump of his fingers into her noisy pussy. His thumb slid over her clit as he continued to finger her, making her throw back her head at the sudden jump in intensity of the pleasure swamping her. But still no sound came out. She tried to beg him to keep going, to go faster, to rub her clit harder, feeling her orgasm growing closer and closer, but the words wouldn’t cum, and then just as she was on the brink, he pulled away entirely.

She was almost outraged, until she felt his hands return to her hips, this time pushing down her pants and underwear, and allowing her to step out of them. She stood naked in front of him, waiting for direction as he pushed down his own jeans and underwear, and tossed his t-shirt with the rest of their clothes. Guiding her back towards the bed, he laid her down upon her back and pushed her legs up, curling her body so that her ass rested on the edge of the bed, He knelt before her spread thighs and ran a hand over her glistening lips, feeling her quiver beneath his fingers. The repositioning had calmed her down somewhat, but her body was still quite sensitive to any touch from him.

Looking down her body, she watched as he leaned in slowly and ran his tongue up along her labia, just as he had done with his hand. He lapped at the lubrication that leaked out of her hole, slurping and smacking his lips as he drank her up. The sound of him indulging in her pussy juices only served to make her wetter, flooding his tongue as her insides prepped to take his cock. He gasped between licks, trying to breath as she almost drowned him.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he gasped as he pulled back for a moment to catch his breath.

Victoria obviously couldn’t respond and didn’t even try. Instead, she placed her hand on his head, pressing her fingers into his hair affectionately. Gently pulling him back towards her, he resumed licking, lapping against his lips and flicking his tongue against her clit, causing a high-pitched squeal to emit from deep in her throat. That was a good sign, she thought. Maybe this could work, she told herself, seconds before Kurt pushed his tongue inside her, tasting her fully.

The suddenness of the tongue penetrating her pussy almost sent her over the edge, her hand releasing her head and she threw apart both her arms and grasped the duvet, trying to find something to anchor her to reality as pleasure bombarded her body. She heard him moan as he drank more of her feminine juices down. He wasn’t the first person to comment on just how good she tasted. Even Ashley had remarked how sweet her cum had tasted off Zack’s cock. But it must be especially sweet for Kurt, she thought. The last time he tasted her, her juices had been tainted by Shawn’s seed.

No, no, no, don’t think about Shawn, she warned herself. She didn’t want anything to ruin this, to dilute the powerful orgasm she was hoping to experience. Though, not that mind-blowing wasn’t exactly what Shawn had given her before. Whatever else he was, it was certain that he knew his way around a woman, and he knew exactly what he was doing with his cock. But he was dangerous, she couldn’t deny that any longer. Not just because of what he’d done but the influence he had over her.

She could already feel herself being sucked in by it. The memory of being creamed by Shawn, then coming back to the cabin and having another man eat it out was so utterly dirty and contemptible and yet she felt her pussy twitch at the thought. Kurt didn’t notice because her pussy was twitching like crazy around his tongue anyways, but Victoria knew the timing was too close to be a coincidence. She never understood how Ashley and Heather could live so freely, acting like sex wasn’t a big deal, talking about it openly as they teased all the men they knew, and yet, when she gave in to her baser instincts, she was worse than both of them. Maybe Shawn was right. At heart, she was just a slut.

That thought and Kurt’s tongue work once again almost brought her to orgasm, even so far as making her arch her back in anticipation. However, Kurt withdrew his tongue before she could cum, again, feeling her pussy tightening and knowing that she was close. She didn’t have long to be disappointed though, as he stood, his cock fully hard and throbbing, and positioned himself between her legs. Taking his shaft in hand, he angled the head towards her hole, still gaping and dripping from where his tongue had pierced her.