"WIFE-SWAPPING, AS IT IS CURRENTLY PRACTICED, RARELY CONSISTS OF A SIMPLE AGREEMENT BETWEEN TWO COUPLES to trade partners for the night in separate locations with never a word about it afterward between spouses," writes Roger Blake in his book Wife Swappers. "The very motivation for most people who embark upon such ventures is a pluri-sexual one, a variety of desires including many types of deviant erotic behavior form ... orgiasm to homosexuality. And because the activities of most swappers are enjoyed together either in person or vicariously, nearly all facets of homosexual and heterosexual love-making are indulged in, in varying degrees and fashions." Mel went to the quiet lake resort to resolye the mental remnants of a broken marriage. He couldn't understand what motivated infidelity, until he joined busty Val and svelte Penny-and their husbands-in a wild, all-night orgy.
CHAPTER ONE
THE WELL-BUILT BRUNETTE RAN OUT OF the water and started ud the sandy beach, her golden body glistening in the hot sunlight. In seconds, the racing figure behind her closed the gan. and the two nude bodies drooped to the sand, locked tightly together.
Scott slipped his hands down his wife's back and cupped her dimpled buttocks in his palms. Val ground her hips against him, rubbing her hot body across his stiff, straining cock. Scott let out a gasp and grinned at her.
"You never get enough, do you, baby?"
She answered him by reaching for his throbbing organ and guiding it into her moist open cunt lips. Scott groaned and pistoned toward her, driving his cock into her ready, waiting body. Val's moan of pleasure drifted across the wide beach through the quiet air as her fingernails raked Scott's back and urged him into action.
Mel's ears strained for a second, and then he heard the sound again. There could be no mistaking its origin. He raised himself to a sitting position on the surface of the hot rock and turned his eyes in the direction of the sound. There was nothing but the soft rustling of the trees around him, and he smiled and shook his head.
Things were getting pretty bad when he started dreaming about a woman's passion-filled moans. He had been at the isolated resort for almost four months, ever since his divorce had come through. He had only intended to stay for a few weeks, just to give himself time to get his thoughts clear; but the fact that there were only three cabins on the lake-unoccupied with the exception of his own-had somehow held him longer. He knew it wasn't good to stay alone any place for too long, but he had needed time to think ... time to unwind.
Being alone had given him the opportunity to free himself of the hectic life of running the business empire he had inherited from his father. He had found to his amazement that the whole complex could run very smoothly without his personal touch, and had learned how good it could be to be completely free of the outside world.
He had spent the time sunbathing, uninhibited by clothing, enjoying the rugged natural surroundings of the tiny, out-of-the-way resort. His athletic, god-like body had taken on a deep bronzed hue, and the peace and quiet had almost erased the scar left inside him by his cheating wife.
He reached over for the rumpled pack of smokes beside him and pulled one out. Just as he was about to light it, he heard a shrill cry of ecstasy that sent shivers of desire up his spine. There was no thought of a dream now, as he stood up and worked his way over to the edge of the huge rock and looked down at the sandy beach below.
For a second he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the couple rolling in the sand below him, obviously in the throes of release. One thing he hadn't expected was company.
His surprise was quickly overcome by the rising heat in his loins as he feasted his eyes on the fantastically well-built brunette bouncing her dimpled rump in the sand below. They were quite a distance away from him, but he had no trouble guessing her 38-23-36 measurements.
He watched, almost mesmerized, as they parted and stood up. The sight of the panting brunette made him very conscious of the fact that he hadn't had a woman for almost four months, and his massive cock began to grow between his thighs. He was so interested in watching the couple below that he didn't realize he was just as easy to see as they were. The brunette smiled as she spotted him, and then she raised her hand over her head and waved.
Mel flushed as she waved; then he glanced down and realized that she must be able to see his huge stiff cock from below. He stepped back automatically and disappeared from their view.
Val turned to Scott and smiled. "Did you see that?"
Scott was still staring up at the cliff above.
"Christ, did I ... he's got a cock on him like a stallion. He must be the guy the old pian told us about when we rented the cabin."
Val gazed up at the cliff, half-hoping the muscular figure would appear again.
"If I'd known he was that good-looking-and hung like a horse-I'd have paid him a visit the second we got here."
Scott grinned.
"We, baby ... we. Personally, I don't think we should waste any more time before getting to know him. He was obviously interested by the look of the rod he was wearing; maybe we've found ourselyes a swinger."
Val bent down and picked up the towel lying in the sand.
"C'mon; the old man said there were only two more cabins. They must be spread around the lake. It shouldn't take too long for us to find out which one he's in."
Mel opened the door of the sleek, black Continental convertible and slid in behind the wheel. He turned the key and the big motor roared into life; then he pulled out onto the narrow, dusty road and started toward his cabin.
He couldn't get the picture of the big brunette out of his mind. It had been a long time since his last piece of tail, as his stiff, pulsing cock painfully reminded him. Christ, she had been nice ... big, firm tits that jiggled enticingly as she waved....
Waved....
Mel slowed the big ragtop and grinned.
What the hell was he running from? Sure, he'd been embarrassed about being caught watching them, nude, and with a hard-on; but she had waved.
Obviously she didn't give a damn if he watched; and if she didn't, neither did the guy with her. It didn't add up, but there it was as plain as day. At this point, he didn't really give a damn why they didn't care; the sight of them making love had brought his unsated desire to a head, and he needed a good screw.
He saw the turn-off for his cabin; and he wheeled the Continental up under the big trees in front of the rustic, but comfortable, building. He paused for a second after shutting it off; then he got out and walked into the cabin. He had become so used to living casual that he had a little trouble finding his clothes. Finally he managed to find a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He pulled them on quickly, his mind still working on the answer to what he'd seen on the beach.
The more he thought about it, the more he figured he must be wrong. The broad had probably waved at him just to indicate that she knew they were being watched. He was just so damn horny that he was ready to take anything as an invitation for a hunk of tail. At least the incident had proved to him that it was time to leave and get back to civilization.
Ron walked out of the ancient office and crossed over to the white Chrysler hardtop, swinging the key on its chain. He pulled the driver's door open and sat down behind the wheel.
"Jesus, baby, you can sure pick 'em ... this place must be a thousand miles from nowhere."
Penny looked over at him and forced herself to smile. "Please try to enjoy it, Ron. You agreed to go anywhere I suggested for this two weeks ... you said our marriage was worth one more try. We can straighten things out here; I know we can if you'll only give it a fair chance."
Ron pulled the car door shut and dropped the car into gear. The Chrysler shot away from the small office and cut off into the narrow, winding road that led around the lake. Penny's eyes stayed on him as he drove. For a split-second she wondered if there was any hope for them; then she pushed the thought aside and looked out the window at the thick underbrush. She sucked in a deep breath of the fresh air and smiled.
It would work ... she would make it work. Ron couldn't resist making a play for another woman if there was one around ... but here, isolated like this, she was sure she could make him see that she was what he really wanted.
CHAPTER TWO
MEL WAS JUST ABOUT TO OPEN HIS SUIT-case when he heard a car pull up outside. He shoved the suitcase to one side and made his way out of the bedroom and across the rustic, paneled living room toward the front of the cabin. He caught sight of a red Corvette parked next to his car, and then there was a knock on the cabin door.
When he opened it, he found himself facing the couple he'd seen earlier on the beach. They had covered their bodies with brief swim wear, but Mel found himself staring directly into the big valley between the well-built brunette's breasts. He lifted his gaze and flushed slightly.
"Sorry about...."
The brunette's frank inspection of his body made the words die in Mel's throat. He was very conscious of the animal magnetism that seemed to emanate from her body, and having her eyes move brazenly over him caused his cock to stir in his tight jeans. It was almost as if they were standing facing each other, completely naked. Mel's flush deepened, and he welcomed the brunette's companion's words.
"No apologies necessary; Val and I are avid nudists."
He thrust his hand forward to grasp Mel's. "Scott Collins...."
Mel took the outstretched hand and shook it firmly; and at the same time, he noticed the absence of a wedding hand on the brunette's finger. Scott's warm smile set him at ease almost immediately, and his thoughts went back to the first impression the brunette's wave had given him. Obviously the answer to his months of sexual frustration was standing within arm's reach.
Val had been studying Mel openly. Just the sight of his muscular six-foot-two frame, covered in the snug jeans and skin-tight T-shirt, was enough to start her Wood toiling. She dropped her gaze to the crotch of his jeans and smiled as she noted the outline of Mel's semi-erect cock.
Mel flushed again, and she realized that she was embarrassing him. She smiled and sucked in a deep breath of the clean air, causing her big breasts to lurch forward toward him and deepening the color of his cheeks.
"Scott and I were wondering if we could talk you into joining us for a drink. We've got the cabin down the road a ways; and to tell you the truth, we'd enjoy having a little company."
The smoldering fire in Mel's loins made his decision easy.
"Sounds great: just give me time to grab a shower...."
Scott glanced over at Val and smiled.
"I'll go on ahead and mix up a batch of drinks; Val can wait for you and show you the way."
Mel glanced at the brunette and felt his pulse quicken.
"That's not necessary ... I think I know...." Val's smile broadened; and when she spoke, her voice was low and husky.
"No trouble. Go ahead, Scott; we'll be there in a few minutes."
Before Mel had a chance to speak, Scott had turned and started back toward the Corvette. Val stepped inside the cabin and pushed the door closed behind her. She brushed against him slightly as she pushed the door shut, and Mel felt his cock beginning to throb hotly against the tight material of his pants. Val leaned back against the door and smiled. She and Scott had worked this plan a hundred times; it was her job to get Mel interested and willing to go for a threesome-and it was a job she fully enjoyed.
"I could use a shower myself...."
There was no mistaking her meaning; her words dripped with invitation, and Mel knew that his stiff, pulsing cock was plainly visible to her. He usually liked to be the one to do the propositioning, but this wasn't the first time a broad had asked him to screw her; besides, he needed ass now more than he ever had before. He let his eyes move over her just as frankly as she had inspected him earlier; then he smiled.
"It's not the biggest shower in the world ... but I think we could both squeeze into it."
Scott was just stepping out of the Corvette when the white Chrysler slowed to a stop in front of the cabin. He was close enough to see the occupants clearly, and his smile broadened as he approached the car.
The guy at the wheel was about twenty-seven; his handsome features were topped by curly blond hair that made him appear slightly boyish; and from what Scott could see he was pretty well built. The short blonde sitting beside him was in her early twenties, and there was no mistaking two of her good points; she had a set of knockers on her that would make any guy take a second look.
Ron opened the door and stepped out as Scott approached. He returned Scott's smile and stuck out his hand.
"Ron Fisher...."
He nodded in Penny's direction as he shook Scott's hand.
"My wife, Penny."
Ron welcomed the chance for a closer inspection of the blonde.
"Scott Collins...."
Ron held up his key and smiled.
"This thing says cabin number three, but I didn't see any numbers on the two I passed. Have you got any idea where the hell number three is?"
Scott grinned.
"I don't think the old guy figured it was necessary to number them. You shouldn't have any trouble finding number three; just keep following the road. The first one you passed was number one, and this is number two. As far as I know, there are only three altogether; so just move into the next one you come across."
Ron nodded and climbed back into the car. He gave Penny a cold look, then turned back to Scott.
"Thanks for the help."
Ron let his eyes move over what he could see of Penny, and he smiled.
"Any time ... why don't you drop over after you've settled in? My wife and I would enjoy having someone to talk to.
Ron's eyes lit up a little; he had been expecting to be marooned with Penny, and the mention of another woman changed his whole outlook on the isolated area.
"Thanks; we will."
Scott smiled.
"Give us a jingle on the phone when you're ready. As far as I can make out, you just ring the number of the cabin you want to call."
Ron nodded and dropped the Chrysler into gear.
Penny waited until they were out of sight of the cabin; then she whirled toward him.
"Why did you say we'd drop over? You know the whole idea is for us to stay away from other people. I spent weeks finding a place where we could be alone."
Ron didn't take his eyes off the road.
"For chrissake, Penny, the guy asked us to drop in to be polite. What was I supposed to do, tell him to go to hell?"
Penny's expression didn't change.
"Who are you trying to kid? I would have bought that a few months ago, but not now. The only thing you're interested in is getting a look at his wife-and taking the first opportunity to make love to her."
Ron slammed on the brakes and the Chrysler slid to a stop, surrounded by a cloud of dust. He turned to Penny and spit the words out at her.
"You do nothing but bitch! Do you want me to go back there and tell that guy that we can't come over later because my wife figures I'm going to put the blocks to his wife?"
Penny leaned back into the seat and shook her head. She had promised herself she would trust him, give him one more chance; and she wasn't doing it.
"I'm sorry, Ron ... please, just forget it. There's no reason why we shouldn't drop in for a visit later."
Ron took his foot off the brake anjl hit the accelerator. It took most of his strength to hold back the laugh that threatened to come. She was so easy to mold ... he was always one jump ahead of her.
Mel was leaning back against the wall of the shower. His breath was coming in short gasps, and his eyes were closed. Val stood in front of him, her back to the tingling spray as she slowly lathered his muscular shoulders and chest. Mel's massive cock was standing proudly out from his thighs, the moist vermilion knob pushing hotly against Val's slightly rounded belly. He was enjoying the feel of her slowly circling hands on his body more than he'd ever enjoyed having a woman touch him. His mind was completely blank as he lost himself in the sensuous feel of her.
Val had just begun to work on his washboard-hard belly when he groaned and thrust his hips forward. Val felt a shudder telegraphed through his body, and she looked down at his huge, thick cock in surprise as it jerked and delivered a huge, spurting flow of molten love juice against her warm flesh. Mel's hands went around her, and he pulled her close as he twisted his cock against her and emptied his burning balls. His husky groans of pleasure filled the small room, and then he leaned back against the wall and struggled for breath.
Val didn't try to hide her disappointment. She had expected Mel to give a much better performance. She stepped back and rinsed the traces of Mel's release from her body; then she turned back to him.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you lover? It looks like you've got a problem as big as your cock."
Mel opened his eyes and smiled.
"Relax, baby; the only problem I've got is four months without loving. Give me five minutes, and I'll show you what I mean."
Val's eyes dropped down to his still fully erect organ. Just the sight of the thick shaft swaying rhythmically in front of her was enough to set her on fire. She reached forward and encircled the throbbing knob, and Mel's smile broadened.
"Enough playing, honey; let's get out of this shower and get into bed."
Penny was emptying their suitcases into the big dresser that half-filled the small bedroom of the cabin when Ron walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stood watching her for a second as she began to hang things in the closet; then he crossed to her and slipped his arms around her, filling his palms with her big breasts.
Penny sitffened immediately, not fighting him, but making it plain that she wasn't interested. Ron moved his hands slowly, hoping to feel her nipples harden under her light blouse and bra; but he got nowhere. Finally he sighed and released her. Penny turned around to face him.
"It's useless yet, Ron. It's going to take time for me to forgive and forget. I'm still very aware that you made love to several other women when I was waiting at home, worried about where you were."
Ron's eyes moved over her magnificently proportioned body, and he shrugged.
"You can only go so long without it, baby. You like it as much as I do, and you can't tell me any different. For the first year we were married you needed it at least once a day, and it's been at least a month since you've had a good tumble."
He moved his hand to the fastening of the towel and opened it up, exposing his stiff, throbbing cock. Penny tried to stop herself from looking at the thick organ, but it drew her eyes like a magnet, and she felt her loins warming quickly.
Ron grinned and dropped down onto the bed behind him. He spread his legs and encircled his stiff cock with his right hand. Penny's eyes followed his moving hand as he stroked himself slowly in front of her.
"Look good, baby? Like to feel that in you, moving.....circling.......thrusting...?"
It took all the strength Penny could muster to force herself to look away. She did her best to hide the need that filled her, to hide her heaving breasts and labored breathing.
"It's no use, Ron ... not until you've proven yourself...."
She walked out of the room, wanting to run, but determined that he shouldn't see how badly she needed the feel of a man in her.
Mel stripped the covers off the big bed that dominated the cabin bedroom; then he climbed up into the center of it and stretched out on his back. His eyes moved over Val's lush, eager body as she dropped down on top of him; then their lips met, and he groaned at the feel of her hot flesh against his.
Val's tongue slipped between his open teeth, and he met it with his as she began to twist and rub against him. His stiff, throbbing cock was imprisoned between them, and it lurched and quivered with anticipation as she moved against it.
Val was more than ready after the shower. She had been looking forward to feeling Mel's massive tool driving into her from the first second she'd seen him, and she rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top of her. She was so eager that Mel had only to lift himself slightly, and she guided his pulsing cock between her open lips and let her hand cup his buttocks to pull him to her.
Mel pistoned his hips forward slightly, and his thick knob drove into her. Val couldn't believe the sensation that ripped through her body. She had never felt anything so big before. Mel's groan of need mingled with her moan of pleasure; and he shoved his hips forward again, driving a little farther into her.
The warmth of her clutching flesh surrounding his cock sent a blissful jolt of desire through him, and his mind went blank to anything but the uncontrollable urge that filled him. Val became a female animal below him; and he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her, pushing himself closer to satisfying the burning need that filled his body.
Val's fingernails raked down his back and clutched at his buttocks. She couldn't remember when a cock had felt this good, and she couldn't get enough of it. Her body twisted and churned on the bed below him as she welcomed his thick cock from every angle; and Mel groaned and slipped his hands under her bouncing buttocks, cupping the dimpled cheeks and pulling her up to him.
It took him a while to get it all into her, but finally he felt his heavy balls meeting the soft flesh of her buttocks. The feel of the hot cheeks against his sac was so good that he let out a cry of pleasure and began to hammer at her in earnest.
Val had never felt anything like it before. His huge, muscular body drove down at her viciously, and she welcomed every thrust of his massive cock. Her mind filled with the wonder of the feel of him, and then she groaned and lashed upward to meet him.
The feel of her shuddering and whimpering in his arms gave Mel the final push over the top, and he drove his cock fully into her and let out a husky groan of gratification as it jerked, and a gushing stream of love juice ripped into her, giving her more pleasure than she could remember.
He emptied himself in her as she twisted and churned against him, sucking his stiff organ dry; and then he used the last of his strength to pull his cock free and drop down to the bed beside her. They lay together, their perspiration-covered bodies glistening in the bright sunlight that filled the room, their chests heaving as they fought for breath.
Mel closed his eyes as he let his body warm to the afterglow of their lovemaking. His body was weak, but the pleasure that filled him was more than worth the energy he had expended. He was content for the first time in months, and it felt damn good.
Val raised herself on one elbow and ran her hand over the matt of dark hair on his chest. She kissed him lightly on the lips, and he opened his eyes and smiled up at her. Val's hand moved down over his belly and cupped his semi-erect cock and heavy balls.
"I'm sorry I doubted you, lover; that was the wildest ride I've ever had."
Mel grinned.
"You put on a pretty good show yourself, baby."
Val grinned and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
"There's lots more where that came from. C'mon, let's go over for that drink."
She fell good beside him, and Mel would have liked to have her again before leaving; but he nodded and rolled off the bed. He kept his eyes on Val as she slipped into the skimpy bikini.
"What's the set-up with you and Scott?"
Val arched her back as she fastened the top of her suit, and his eyes dropped to her high, full breasts. His cock began to stir again, and he pulled up his shorts to cover it. Val's eyes played over the bulge in the front of his shorts as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Scott and I have an understanding. Sex is like eating and sleeping to us; it's necessary ... and we don't hold each other to any restricted guidelines."
The answer was what Mel had been hoping for, and he accepted it without further discussion.
Scott smiled as he watched the Continental ragtop pull up in front of the cabin. It had taken Val a little longer than usual to bring Mel into the fold, but as usual she had managed it. He leaned forward over the sundeck railing and gave them a wave.
Val turned to Mel and smiled.
"I hope you like sunbathing; we spend almost all our time out on the sundeck in back."
Mel grinned as he shut the car door behind them.
"I thought that would be obvious after this morning."
They started around the side of the cabin; and when they were just about to the back, Val stopped in front of him and smiled.
"Unsnap me, will you? I hate wearing anything when I don't have to."
Mel moved his fingers to the fastening at the back of her bikini top and flipped it open. Val peeled the big cups off her luscious breasts, and then bent and stripped the bottoms off. She draped the two pieces of the bikini over the railing as they climbed the stairs to the sundeck.
Scott was stretched out on one of the comfortable lounges that ringed the large sundeck. Mel was a little surprised to find him completely nude, but he didn't give it too much thought. Scott stood up as they approached, and reached over to the small, portable bar that was set up near the wall of the cabin.
"Scotch all right for you, Mel?"
Mel looked over at his host and nodded. Scott turned back to the bar and poured out three drinks. He handed one to Val, and then carried Mel's across to him.
"Get out of your clothes and enjoy some of this sun; it's fabulous."
Mel took the drink from his out-stretched hand and set it down on the table beside him. He was surprised to find himself a little hesitant to strip in front of his hosts. It was ridiculous, because he'd never felt embarrassed to strip in front of men, and he had already given Val plenty of opportunity to see him nude; yet there was something about the set-up that just didn't fit.
Val stretched her sensuous body on one of the lounges and smiled over at him.
"Mmmm ... this sun does feel good ... "
Mel pushed the hesitation from his mind and reached for the bottom of his shirt. What the hell; they had already seen everything he had anyway.
He tossed his shirt over the railing and undid his pants; then he stripped them off and dropped them on top of his shirt. He had half-expected Val's eyes to be on the bulge in his shorts, but he was surprised a little when he saw Scott's interest. He dismissed it as natural curiousity; there had been plenty of men interested in his big cock simply because of its size. He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and stripped them down and off.
Scott made no attempt to hide his interest in Mel's cock as it swung into view. He whistled softly and grinned.
"Christ, will you look at the size of that!"
Mel flushed slightly. He hadn't expected the comment from Scott, and it made him more conscious of the massive tool that nature had endowed him with. Val caught the flush, and she chuckled huskily.
"Better yet, he knows how to use it."
The conversation, combined with Val's nude body, was all that was necessary to start Mel's cock growing.
Within seconds h was fully erect, the vermilion, heart-shaped knob unsheathed and glistening in the hot afternoon sun. Scott gasped as his eyes played over the swaying shaft.
"My god, will you look at that."
Mel's body was beginning to burn with desire again. As if on cue, Val got up off her lounge and crossed over toward him. She paused for a second, running her fingers lightly over Scott's now fully erect organ; then she dropped down beside Mel's lounge and bent over him. Her lips found his, and the instant her big breasts met his chest, the burning nipples digging into his dark hair, Mel forgot everything else.
He was conscious of hands moving over his body. He felt hot flesh closing around his cock and stroking him slowly; then there was a different feeling ... he couldn't describe it, but it was good, and he wanted more.
Scott bent his head and let his tongue run over the thick knob of Mel's cock. He covered every inch of it, circling slowly; then he opened his mouth and let the massive organ slip between his lips. He let out a little gurgle of pleasure, and then began to bob his head as he rotated it.
Mel had never felt anything like it before. It was different, and it was good. He ground his lips against Val's, and filled his hands with her firm, hard-tipped breasts. The sensation below was so different that he felt himself going quickly. He arched his back up off the lounge as the first shudder of release ripped through him.
Scott felt the hot knob jerk in his mouth, and he sucked it as far back as he could just in time to receive the first volley of hot, creamy fluid. The feel of it sent a wave of pleasure through him, and he sucked and twisted his head until Mel could give him no more.
When Mel opened his eyes, Val and Scott were standing beside the lounge smiling. All of a sudden he realized what had happened, and for a second he was both surprised and a little revolted. There was no denying that he had enjoyed it-and that surprised him more than anything else.
He raised himself into a sitting position and reached for his drink. Val dropped down onto the lounge beside him and smiled.
"Well, how did you like that?"
In all honesty, Mel had only one answer.
"It was great ... I've never had that before."
Val's expression changed to one of surprise.
"Really? I thought every guy had tried it at least once. Scott and I have been swinging for a couple of years now, and I've never met a guy who hadn't been blown before."
Mel set his drink down and shook his head.
"Oh, I've been blown before, baby, but never by another guy."
Val smiled.
"We've run into lots like you, then. At first most men are a little leery of Scott because he goes both ways, but after they find out how good he is, they soon change their minds."
Mel looked up at Scott, and the other man smiled.
"I know ... I look pretty normal to you. I can never figure you guys out; you all think that any guy who is AC/DC must be a little different. I'm not, I assure you; I just happen to believe that sex is as good with a guy as it is with a woman. Val feels the same way."
Mel flushed slightly.
"Look, it's nothing personal ... I just don't go for other guys. I could never fit into anything like this. I'm no bloody moralist; I don't give a damn what anybody else wants to do. That's their own business-but I couldn't make it with a guy." Scott grinned.
"I'd be willing to bet I could prove you wrong."
Val looked up at Scott, and then back to Mel.
"Let's drop it. Scott and I don't work that way. We don't force anyone to do anything, and we don't try to push them into anything they don't want to do. We like threesomes; and we like to have no holds barred, so to speak; but if we get together, it'll be you that lays down the rules, not Scott and I. You said yourself you enjoyed letting Scott go down on you; let's just leave it at that for now. He won't do any more than that unless you get the urge for something else."
Mel didn't say anything for a second. He didn't quite understand his own feelings at the moment, and he didn't like the confusion raging in his mind. What had just happened had been good, and he had enjoyed it; if it wasn't for the fact that Scott was AC/DC he would agree to more sessions without another thought.
All his life he had carried a dislike for queers, and yet he wasn't sure that he could put Scott into this category. It would have been a simple decision to make if he could have; but as it was, he couldn't justify turning down their invitation for the loving he needed.
He looked from Scott to Val, and lifted his glass to his lips. If Scott got out of line, Mel knew he would have no trouble hammering him back into place. When he had drained his drink, he handed it back to Scott and smiled.
"Okay, you've got yourself a deal." Both Val and Scott smiled broadly. Val reached down and stroked Mel's cock lightly. "You won't regret it, I promise you." Scott tossed the remains of his drink back and set his glass on the railing; then he looked down at Val and Mel.
"C'mon, let's go on inside and break that bed in...." Val smiled and gently squeezed Mel's now fully erect cock.
CHAPTER THREE
THE BIG BED DOMINATED THE SMALL BED-room, and Mel felt his pulse quicken as Scott closed the door behind them and looked over to where Val stood waiting. There was something about the smallness of the room that accented the smell of pure sexual want emitting from their bodies, and the uneasiness that Mel had felt after finding that Scott went both ways obvious in his hosts.
His big cock jerked and pulsed with the hot blood that rushed to it; and he let his eyes move over Val as she crossed over to the big bed and stripped the covers off, leaving only the bottom sheet covering the mattress. Her deeply bronzed body contrasted with the white sheet, and Mel felt his breath coming in short gasps as he stared at her. Even flat on her back, her big breasts stood up high and proud, the stiff brown nipples and raised aureoles begging to be touched, the sparkle of her smoldering brown eyes telling him she wanted to be taken.
Scott stood a few feet to one side of Mel, and he began to smile as he watched Mel's cock begin to swell even larger and take on a rhythmic animal-like throb.
He knew that Mel was far too engrossed with Val's slowly twisting body to notice his interest, and he took his time to study the muscular, deeply tanned body.
He couldn't remember when a man had ever attracted him more. It wasn't just Mel's marvelous build that drew his attention; there was something else about this god-like male that warmed him to the very core. The sight of the huge, stiff cock swaying like a stately palm between Mel's slightly spread thighs made his blood boil; and the thought of it slipping hotly between his buttocks, driving into his eager, clutching flesh, left him weak with desire.
It was so tempting to make a strong play for the other man, to push for a complete and satisfying union; but he knew that he would have to go slowly with Mel. At the moment he could see no weak point in the other man, nothing he could work on to achieve what he wanted; but he sensed his opportunity would come, and one look at Mel's aroused body told him any wait would be worthwhile.
Val's eyes dropped to Mel's massive organ, and she moaned softly. She had satisfied her urge to look at Mel's magnificent body, and now she wanted more. Her right hand slipped down over her gently rounded belly and moved between her slightly parted thighs. Slowly, deliberately, she began to stroke the dark triangle of curly hair and the moist open lips below.
The tantilizing sight of her hand slowly moving back and forth over her ready box was too much for Mel. He had intended to play the session by ear, letting Val and Scott guide him, because he had sensed that they were experts in this sensuous game of pure sexual delight; but now he was losing control over his long-denied body, and his reaction was automatic.
He covered the short distance to the bed in two steps; and in seconds he was on top of Val's twisting body, his chest flattened against her huge breasts, the hot tips digging into the matt of dark curly hair on his flesh, his lips glued to hers. The feel of her hot, moving body below him, pressing against his stiff cock, her tongue lashing against his, brought a groan of need from him.
Val let out an animal cry of want and amazed him with her strength as she rolled him over onto his back. His reeling brain managed to catch part of her words as she guided his massive cock between her thighs and dropped down on him.
"Scott ... sandwich me, baby ... shove it in...."
Mel was conscious of an additional weight on his body, but he welcomed it as he felt his cock drive deeper into Val's hot, hugging flesh. He groaned with pleasure and threw his hips up off the bed, and then he felt a new and wonderful sensation as Scott parted Val's buttocks and began to work his cock into her body from behind.
Mel couldn't believe the delight that filled him as he felt Scott's lean, pulsing cock rubbing against his own thick organ, separated only by the thin wall of Val's searing flesh. He didn't have to move; the motions of Val and Scott's churning bodies gave him pleasure he'd never dreamed of. It was exquisite; it was different, and he lost himself to its sensual wonders.
Scott's groan of delight came quickly, and Mel didn't need it to tell him that Scott was blowing his load. Even Val's cry of pleasure, and her shuddering body were unnecessary, because Mel could feel Scott's thick, creamy love juice spitting forth; and with a grunt of ecstasy, he drove his massive cock further into Val's body and spewed forth his own broiling fluid, giving Val another series of blissful sensations.
They lay entangled in perspiration-covered flesh for a few seconds while they fought for breath, and then Scott rolled off and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the small table beside the bed. He glanced down at Mel and Val as he passed them cigarettes; then he grinned and held out a match to them.
"It's been a long time since I've had anything that good."
Val sighed contentedly and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Mmmm ... I came both ways ... it was great."
Mel sensed they were waiting for his reaction, and he brought himself out of the warm afterglow that filled his body and smiled.
"I've never done it like that before. I never knew it was that good."
Scott grinned and ran his hand through his thick, red hair.
"I envy you a little ... I wish I could discover everything all over again. Have you ever done it the way I did with Val?"
Mel flushed slightly, a little embarrassed at his obvious inexperience.
"No, I can't say as I have; I have to admit I've had the urge a couple of times, but...."
Val smiled.
"I don't know how it is for the guy, but it sends me wild."
Scott's eyes moved quickly over Mel's body, and his grin broadened.
"I can tell you how it is for a guy, but why don't you give it a try? I'm sure Val would love it."
Val looked down at Mel's semi-erect cock, and a shudder moved through her body.
"He's so big ... I don't know if ... "
Scott chuckled huskily, then looked up at Mel.
"Give it a try, Mel ... if you can't make it with Val, and you still want to give it a try, I know damn well that I can handle everything you can shove in and love every second of it."
Mel flushed and looked over at Val.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you."
Val reached for his now fully erect cock and stroked it lovingly.
"Talking about it has got me all worked up ... let's give it a try."
She rolled over onto her belly, and Mel stared at her firm, rounded buttocks. The sight of the dimpled cheeks added fire to the growing flame in his loins, and he knew he would have to try. He moved up behind Val and spread her cheeks gently. He guided the thick, heart-shaped knob of his cock between them and was about to push when Scott spoke.
"Hold it ... let me get the vaseline; you haven't got a snowball's chance in hell of shoving it to her without a little lubrication."
Mel had to use all his control to stop from thrusting his hips forward. The feel of Val's hot flesh against the tip of his cock filled his with desire for this new form of sex, and he wanted nothing more than to shove it into her.
It seemed to take Scott hours to find the vaseline, but it was actually only seconds later that he returned with the small bottle. He unscrewed the top and then walked over to the bed beside them. Mel felt a little funny as Scott began to spread the lubricant over his thick cock, but the sight of Scott handling his cock seemed to fill him with an even stronger desire. Scott was enjoying the feel of Mel's huge organ immensely, and he took a long time to cover it with the vaseline. His breathing became labored as he worked.
"Christ, what a battering ram ... I hope you can't make it with Val; I love to have this in me."
Mel groaned. Having Scott play with his cock had doubled his need, and he moved his cock from Scott's hand and guided it to Val's spread cheeks. Val clenched her teeth as she felt Mel's thick knob forcing at her. She did her best not to cry out, because she knew the reward would be unbelievable pleasure; but as the pressure increased, she gave up.
The second she cried out, Mel froze and pulled himself away from her. He wanted to cry out with her ... he had been so close, and to fail now hurt him emotionally as much as his massive cock had hurt her physical-ly.
Scott had been watching Mel's huge cock with obvious interest, and he grinned as Mel pulled away from Val. He climbed up onto the bed beside Val and stretched out on his chest.
Mel's eyes went to his host's firm, muscular buttocks as Scott reached around and parted his cheeks. A conflict raged in Mel's brain as his eyes rested on the spread buttocks before him. It was against everything he believed in, and yet the fire that flashed through his body was hard to deny.
Scott sensed Mel's hesitation, and he raised his buttocks slightly and rotated them slowly.
"Christ, man, do it ... shove it in there...."
Mel had no memory of making a decision; all he knew was the feel of hot flesh against his cock as he positioned himself behind Scott. He drove his hips forward with a groan of need, and his huge knob slipped inside of Scott's body and found the warm, clutching flesh nestled below. Mel couldn't believe the feel of it. It was fantastic, tighter than anything he'd ever been into ... like a virgin, only better. He drove in farther and moaned with delight as the hot flesh surrounded his throbbing cock, stroking it lovingly.
Scott's body went into action immediately. He began to rotate his buttocks as Mel drove deeper, and his moans of pleasure filled the room as the big cock drove deeper and deeper into his body. He had never taken any cock as big as Mel's, and the feel of it sent his senses reeling with pleasure.
Val's body burned with need; and the sight of Mel and Scott working feverishly at each other, the sound of their ecstatic moans, set her on fire.
She moved upward on the big bed until she was sitting just above Scott's head; then she lifted him and spread her thighs as she worked under him. When she dropped his head again, Scott gave her what she wanted; his tongue stabbed between the moist, open lips of her cunt and began to probe and caress her eagerly.
Mel was beyond the point of thinking; all he knew was the pleasure that built in him. He tried to hold back his release, wanting to enjoy this new-found ecstasy to the full; but the pleasure was too great. He let out a gutteral groan and drove his cock deeper than ever before into Scott's hot, clutching flesh.
Scott let out a cry of delight as he felt Mel's huge knob jerk; then he felt the hot stream of gushing fluid hammer into him again and again, and his mind went blank. Mel had been holding Scott's body by the hips, and he was amazed to feel a spurting stream of fluid cut loose from the end of Scott's cock and splatter against his hand. Even in the exquisite seconds that he pulsed out his release, he noted the reaction with surprise.
He emptied himself into Scott; and then, with a final summoning of strength, he pulled his huge cock free of Scott's body and rolled over on his side. He lay there panting while Scott lapped at Val and finished her off; then he raised himself up on one elbow and looked into Scott's passion-glazed eyes.
"I never knew a guy could come just by having another guy in him."
Scott managed a short laugh between gasps for breath; then be reached for Mel's lax cock and stroked it lightly.
"You don't think I'd let a guy get into me if it wasn't good, do you? I'd rather have a guy shove it to me than get a blow job. That's what really makes me laugh about you straight guys; you've never even tried it, and you think you know all about it. I guarantee that once you've had a cock in you, you'll want it again."
Mel flushed. He hadn't intended to explore the idea fully; all he'd wanted to do was to satisfy his curiosity about Scott blowing his load without any more stimulation than the feel of a cock in him.
Scott grinned and leaned back on the comfortable bed. He locked directly at Mel as he spoke, and Mel felt as though he was looking right through him.
"I've got you thinking now, haven't I? You don't want to try it because you figure you'll be queer if you do, but you know damn well that I'm right, and you hate to pass up the chance to find out for yourself."
Val rolled in between them and looked at Scott.
"That's enough. We agreed not to push it; let's just drop it now."
Scott grinned and rolled off the bed. He pulled out a smoke and lit it up: then he looked over at Mel. Mel felt very uncomfortable. He knew that Scott had hit the nail on the head, and it made him mad to know that the other man was fully aware of his thoughts. He found himself suddenly aware that there was a lot more to sexual enjoyment than he'd ever dreamed, and the realization both scared and excited him.
His eyes met Scott's, and his discomfort grew. He began to flush, but then the phone rang and drew Scott's attention. He crossed over to the door and opened it; then he disappeared.
Val rolled over onto her side and pressed her full breasts against Mel's chest. She leaned forward slightly and kissed him lightly on the lips; then she leaned back and smiled.
"You're taking everything too seriously ... take it easy, and let yourself go. If you want to try anything, go ahead; if you're a little unsure, wait until you feel okay about it."
Mel smiled and stretched out on his back. What she said made a lot of sense. He had a lot of unwinding to do, but he had no one to answer to but himself now. A damn good sex orgy might be just what he needed to get things back into proportion again.
Scott walked back into the bedroom and across to the bed.
"The couple that moved into the other cabin ... they're on their way over." Val frowned and sat up.
"Damn it, why did they have to come now? We could have had a ball this afternoon."
Scott shrugged and walked over to the dresser. He bent over and picked up his shorts and began pulling them on.
"You never know, baby; maybe they'll go for a little wife-swapping, and we can have a real orgy for ourselves."
The mention of wife-swapping hit a sore spot in Mel's mind. It brought back the picture of his ex-wife locked in another man's arms; and the second Scott had mentioned it, he realized that Scott and Val must be married. Before he had a chance to think, he spoke.
"Are you two married?"
Scott looked up at him, a little surprised.
"Sure. What the hell did you think?"
Again Mel felt very uncomfortable. Everything that had happened in the bedroom between them suddenly seemed dirty to him. He rolled off the bed and glanced from Val to Scott.
"I guess I'd better get back to my cabin ... I've got some phone calls to make this afternoon."
Val looked up from the bed, obviously disappointed.
"Do you have to go? Maybe we can get rid of these two in a hurry, and have a little more fun."
Mel flushed slightly, knowing that his interest in making love to Val had almost disappeared since he'd found out she and Scott were married. He shook his head and started for the bedroom door.
"No, I've got to make these calls. Maybe some other time...."
He was gone before they could say another word, and he only paused long enough to pick up his clothes before he made for his car.
Val looked up at Scott as she heard the big Continental pull away from the cabin.
"What the hell got into him?"
Scott hesitated for a second; then he looked over at her.
"He's a weird one. I don't think he likes the idea of us being married. I thought he knew before we started ... didn't we tell him?"
Val paused for a second, going over the past few hours in her mind.
"No ... I guess not; but what the hell does that have to do with it?"
Scott shrugged as he pulled his pants into place.
"Nothing, as far as we're concerned; but maybe it does to him ... it's too bad; I have a feeling we could really have fun with him."
Val pulled herself up off the bed and stood up. When she spoke, it was as much to herself as to Scott.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I have no intention of letting something as good as him get away."
Scott looked over at her and grinned.
"I hope you're right, baby ... I'd like nothing more than a chance to shove my cock into him."
Penny shifted uncomfortably on the lounge and did her best to ignore the fact that Ron was taking a lot more interest in Val than was necessary. She had known there would be trouble the instant she had been introduced to Val; one look at the brief bikini that did little to hide Val's natural charms, and one look at Val's roving eyes, had been enough.
Now she waited patiently for a chance to suggest to Ron that they return to their cabin, but unfortunately, Scott was still talking to her as he had ever since they'd arrived. This not only made it hard for her to get Ron's attention, but it also gave Val plenty of time to show Ron even more of her body with several not very well camouflaged bends of her bronzed body that caused the small bikini top to lose most of its fight to hold Val's big breasts from view.
Much to Scott's disappointment, Penny clung to the first drink he had given her and sipped on it uninterestedly. Scott had managed to pour drink after drink for Ron, and he was past the point of caring, but Penny had stayed dead sober.
Val looked up from the lounge beside Ron and glanced over at Penny. It didn't take her long to realize that Scott was getting nowhere with the short, well-built blonde. Val had been feeling Ron out from the first. She was pretty sure that she would have no trouble getting him into bed. She was getting impatient to get the show on the road.
She looked back at Ron and smiled sultrily.
"Does your wife like to swim?"
Ron was a little surprised by the question, and he hesitated.
Val's smile broadened, and she spoke again.
"I thought we could all go down to the lake for a dip...."
The inference was there, and Ron jumped at the bait. He turned toward Scott and Penny.
"How about going for a swim, baby?"
Penny wanted nothing but a chance to get back to the cabin. She had no intention of stretching out the day by agreeing to go down for a swim. She shook her head; and as soon as she did, she caught the sparkle in Ron's eyes and regretted it. Ron didn't give her a chance to say anything. He stood up and reached for Val's hand, helping her up; then he turned back to face Penny and Scott.
"Val wants to go, so we'll see you in a few minutes."
Penny sensed that she had been trapped, but before she could do anything about it, Ron and Val had left the sundeck hand in hand. Scott watched her for a few seconds, his experienced eyes waiting for some reaction; then he chuckled softly and stood up. Penny looked up at him, her anger increased by his mocking laugh. One look at her flashing eyes, and Scott weakened a little. His laugh died in his throat, and he shrugged.
"Sorry ... it's just that I find you hard to figure out. Some broads would have been fooled by what just happened, and others would have put a stop to it, but you did neither."
Penny made no move to commit herself. She was curious about Scott's bluntness, and she wanted him to finish.
Scott tossed back the remainder of his drink and poured another one; then he looked over at her.
"Either you have no control over him, or you don't give a damn ... I'd like to know which."
Penny's anger came to a head.
"I don't think it's any of your bloody business."
Scott swayed a little, the effect of the booze taking its toll. He grinned and let his eyes move over Penny's well-built body.
"I wouldn't say that, baby ... if you don't give a damn, it might be very much my business ... "
Penny looked at him coldly.
"How do you figure that?"
Scott's grin broadened.
"Easy, baby ... if you don't give a damn, I'm going to screw you ... "
Penny couldn't believe her ears for a second. At first she was surprised, then angry; arid finally, as Scott began to move toward her, she was frightened. She threw the last of her drink into his face and sidestepped him; then she ran down off the sundeck and started down the trail that seemed to lead to the water.
Val had only waited long enough to reach the sandy beach. She hadn't said a word, just spun around and reached back to unsnap the top of her bikini. For a second Ron was too engrossed in her full, hard-tipped breasts to move; and then he was undoing his pants and shoving them down. Val had wriggled free of the bikini bottom and was waiting for him on the sand when his erect cock broke free of his shorts and pulsed hotly before her. She moaned softly and spread her thighs; then Ron was on top of her, his thick cock driving into her hot, open lips.
Penny ran blindly onto the beach and almost fell over Ron's bouncing ass. Both Val and Ron looked up in surprise as Penny stared down at them; then Ron began to pull himself out of Val. Val took a split second to size up the couple; then she realized that she had victory within her grasp, and she reached for Ron's hips and pulled his throbbing cock back into her.
Ron glanced from Penny to Val; and then, with a shrug, he thrust his hips forward and drove his cock fully into Val. Penny stared down at them, her mouth hanging open. There were so many things she wanted to say, but they wouldn't come. Tears filled her eyes; then she turned and began to walk down the beach, her feet moving automatically.
Ron took a couple more strokes in Val, and then pulled out of her. He flushed slightly and stood up, looking down at his semi-erect cock.
"Sorry, she screwed it up, I'm afraid."
Val smiled and began to pull herself up.
"There will be plenty of opportunities yet."
Ron looked down the beach at Penny who was quickly disappearing, and he spoke more to himself than to Val.
"She's going the wrong way ... maybe I'd better go after her."
Val looked down the beach at Penny, then back at Ron.
"I don't think it would do any good; do you?" Ron shrugged and turned to face Val. "No, I don't think it would ... not now. She'll get over it later."
Val grinned and dropped to her knees in front of him. In seconds she had his cock in her mouth, and Ron groaned as it began to grow again.
Mel made a short note in his book and then dropped it back onto the table beside the phone. He stretched and leaned back into the comfortable chair.
As usual, everything was going smoothly, and he wasn't needed. It made him feel good to know that he had capable men working for him, but it made him feel slightly inadequate and useless at the same time. He reached over and picked up the glass beside the phone and drained it; then he stood up.
He needed a little exercise; it always relaxed him, and he wanted to forget what had happened during the afternoon. There was no denying that he had needed the sexual release, but he wished he'd never got mixed up with a married couple. He didn't want to have any part in breaking up a marriage-especially after what had happened to his own.
He had promised himself to stay away from Val and Scott. In fact, he was going to leave the next day, because he knew that his sexual awareness had come out into the open again, and he wanted sex now just as badly as he had wanted it in the afternoon. If he stayed, he would avail himself of Val again, and he knew it; so he would leave and find a few single broads to handle the sexual appetite he'd built up over the past few months.
He grabbed a towel and left the cabin. The last rays of the sun were at his back as he walked down the winding path to the beach, and he filled his lungs with the clean fresh air and picked up his pace.
CHAPTER FOUR
MEL CROSSED THE TOP OF THE CLIFF THAT overlooked the water, and paused for a second as his eyes caught a flash of motion about two hundred yards from the shore. He was about to retrace his steps, thinking he had come upon Val or Scott; but a second look told him that the figure swimming slowly toward the center of the lake wasn't either of them. It was a woman; there was no mistaking that, but the long blonde hair could not be Val's.
He watched for a few seconds out of curiosity more than anything; then a cold shiver moved up his back. There was no pinpointing what brought the thought to him mind ... maybe it was the way the swimmer was obviously tiring ... maybe the articles of clothing strewn hastily around the beach, but something told him the woman had no intention of coming out of the lake.
He dropped the towel and ran down the short stretch to the water. He realized that he had no time to get out of his clothes, and only took enough time to kick off his shoes before he plunged into the water and began closing the gap between them with powerful strokes. He gave it everything he had, but it seemed useless. He saw the blonde hair go out of sight a good forty yards in front of him, but he couldn't give up; instead he pushed himself harder than he had ever dreamed he could.
Everything happened quickly from that point on. He didn't remember any one part of the frantic dive, the lung-bursting pull to the surface; the next thing he knew he was giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on the calm lake surface.
He had a few panicky seconds, and then he heaved a sigh of relief as she began to breathe again. It was ragged at first; but as he began to pull her toward shore, he saw her magnificent breasts begin to rise and fall regularly. When his feet reached bottom, he picked her up and began carrying her toward the beach. She opened her eyes for a split second and uttered enough to confirm that he had been right about her intention.
"Oh god, why couldn't you just let me drown...."
She collapsed again in his arms, and he carried her effortlessly back up the path to his cabin. Once inside, he went directly to the bedroom and pulled back the covers of his big bed and laid her down gently in the center. He paused, the covers clutched in his left hand; and for the first time he realized just how beautiful she was.
He put her at about twenty-three, five-three or-four. A quick look at her lush body brought 37-22-35 to his mind and confirmed that her long blonde tresses were natural; then he pulled the covers over her and tucked them around her to keep her warm. He looked down at her for a few seconds; then he walked over to the dresser and pulled out clean shorts and a pair of jeans. He was about to close the bedroom door as he left the room, but thought better of it, sensing that she might try to finish herself again when she woke up. This way he could keep an eye on her.
He went into the bathroom and stripped off his wet clothes; then he got into the dry ones and walked back into the living room. From the bar he could keep an eye on her, and he settled into one of the big chairs beside it when he had fixed himself a drink.
Scott looked up from his drink as Val and Ron entered the cabin. He grinned and tipped his glass back, emptying it.
"I was beginning to think you two had drowned."
Val laughed; then she crossed over to the bar and began to pour herself a drink. Ron managed a weak smile, a little unsure of where Scott stood on how free Val was with her standard equipment. Scott saw that Ron was uneasy, and his grin widened.
"Stop worrying, Ron; Val and I believe in enjoying life to the full, so I know exactly what you were doing down on the beach."
Ron's weak smile spread into a grin, and he relaxed. Val looked over at him, a bottle of Scotch poised in her hand.
"Scotch?"
Ron nodded as he crossed the room toward the couch. "Sounds great."
Scott's eyes moved over Ron's body slowly and deliberately as Ron dropped down pnto the couch; then he looked up and their eyes met.
"I'm afraid your wife doesn't share our outlook on free sex ... she took off like a scared rabbit when I tried to put the make on her."
Ron's smile faded as he reached for the glass Val was holding out to him. He raised it to his lips and took a deep slug; then he looked over at Scott.
"Yeah, she ran into us on the beach ... I'm afraid she's the old-fashioned type."
Scott hesitated for a second; then he grinned. "Maybe she's just a slow starter." Val walked across the room and poured a good portion of Scotch into Scott's glass; then she walked over to where Ron was sitting and dropped down beside him. She let one hip rest against his, and Ron felt a surge of desire the instant he felt the warmth of her flesh through his pants.
Val looked across at Scott and smiled. "Personally, I think we've got the makings of a pretty wild night right here."
Scott looked from Val to Ron, and then he stood up. His stiff, throbbing cock was clearly outlined in his tight pants as he stood before them; and he kept his eyes on Ron, watching for the other man's reaction before he spoke.
"How about it, Ron? You interested in a little fun?" Ron's cock had begun swelling the second he felt Val against him. For a split second he wondered about the consequences he would have to face with Penny; but he dismissed the thought, knowing full well that she had already seen enough. Val moved her hand to his crotch and cupped his nearly erect shaft, and his decision was made. He let out a gasp of need and reached for her.
Penny opened her eyes and stretched her lush body. It took her a second to get her bearings; then she closed her eyes again and tried to straighten out her thoughts. All she could remember was sinking into the dark water, and then the sight of a man's face for a split second.
"You feel okay now?"
The voice startled her, and she bolted upright on the bod. Mol reached for her shoulder and pushed her gently hack down onto the bed.
"Easv ... that was quite a swim...."
The feel of Mel's strong hands eased the panic in Penny's body, and she sighed as she let him push her back down onto the bed. She tried to see him, but the room was dark, and she could only make out his outline. She hesitated for a second, taking a few deeo breaths; then as he lifted his hands, she spoke.
"I don't know whether to thank you or not ... I guess that was a pretty stupid thing I did."
Mel sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. His eyes had become used to the dark during the two hours she had been sleeping, and he could sec her quite clearly. He reached across to the small table beside the bed and picked up a rumpled pack of smokes. Penny took one when he offered it, and Mel lit his lighter and held it out to her.
Their eyes met in the light of the flame as he lit their cigarettes, and Penny felt a strange stirring of excitement and attraction as she studied his handsome, chisled features for the split second that he held the light. She found understanding in his brown eyes where she had expected pity, and it surprised her.
Mol dropped his lighter onto the table and dragged deeply on his cigarette; then he stood up.
"I'm Mel Russell ... I was going for a swim when I saw you out there."
Penny filled her lungs with smoke and let it drift out slowly.
"Penny Fisher ... I'm glad you happened along."
Mel grinned and flicked his ash into the ashtray on the table. He looked back at her as he took another drag.
"That's not what you said on the beach."
Penny found herself suddenly at ease when she saw the flash of even white teeth. She managed a smile of her own as she looked up at him.
"I guess I wasn't thinking too sensibly then."
Mel nodded. He had expected to find her a lot harder to handle and thinking a lot less clearly, and he hadn't been looking forward to playing nursemaid to a potential suicide. It was obvious that the blonde was over whatever had caused her to try killing herself, at least for the moment.
"I didn't take the time to pick up your clothes before I carried you up here. I'll go down and get them now, if you're sure you're okay."
Penny's eyes were used to the dark now, and she found herself studying Mel's muscular chest and shoulders. It took her a second to realize that he had spoken to her; then she looked up at him and smiled.
"Sure, I'm okay now ... I was just a little confused. You go ahead."
Mel nodded and started for the bedroom door. Penny's eyes followed him until he was out of sight, and then she sat up. A strange feeling had come over her, something new and different; and it frightened her a little. She had never met a man who had attracted her so instantly ... and yet she didn't even know him. There was something about him that made her feel safe and secure, and there was more ... a sexual attraction that she had never felt before.
She dropped her head onto her hands and closed her eyes. The tears came, and she didn't try to stop them. She sobbed softly, a picture of Ron locked in Val's arms filled her mind. The years of trying so hard ... the hopes ... all gone. She knew now that Ron was not going to change, and that meant she would have to leave him. The thought scared her more than anything else; she had no one now; she was on her own. For a split second she considered suicide again; then she dismissed it. It wasn't a time for weakness; it was a time for strength, and she was going to need all she could get in order to find a way to make it on her own.
She let herself drop back down onto the big comfortable bed and slowly moved her eyes around the room as she sucked in deep breaths of air. There was something about the strong, masculine furniture that seemed to make her feel more secure than she had felt in years. She forced herself to concentrate on the feeling, wanting to pin it down and make it easier to understand; but it remained an anonymous sensation that she couldn't really understand.
Scott's grin widened as Val led Ron up onto the sundeck. One look at them told him Val had managed to swing another convert. He let his eyes meet Val's, and the meaningful glimmer in her eyes confirmed his thoughts. He felt his cock begin to harden as he moved his glance to Ron and began to appraise his well-built guest's standard equipment.
Ron had taken part in enough wife-swapping, anything goes, free love sessions to recognize Scott's look for exactly what it was, and he felt a glimmer of interest before his conscience began to put a damper on things. He looked away from Scott's growing organ and looked over at Val.
"Look, I think I'd better go after Penny ... "
Val felt disappointed, but she could sense that there was no use trying to make Ron change his mind. His sexual appetite had been at least partially satisfied by the session on the beach, and he was obviously suffering from pangs of conscience.
Val moved her eyes over toward Scott, and one look told her that he was extremely disappointed. She knew she would have to speak quickly if she wanted to save the situation. Scott was obviously just about to try to pressure Ron. She gave him a sharp look and turned to face Ron.
"Maybe you're right. There will be plenty of opportunity for us to have a ball later on...."
Ron barely acknowledged her statement before he turned and started down the stairs that led off the sun-deck. His thoughts were on Penny; for the first time since they'd married, he was afraid. It wasn't because she had never fled from him before; that had happened several times. It was the fact that she had actually caught him in the act for the first time. He had always been able to justify his actions before-after all, Penny had never really caught him cheating; she could only guess at what he had been doing, but now she had something solid to go on.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it; maybe it was the look on her face when she stumbled over them. Maybe it was the sight of tears glistening on her face ... he wasn't sure; but whatever it was, it worried him, and for the first time he was afraid of the outcome.
Scott stood poised by the railing of the sundeck. He waited until Ron had disappeared from sight; then he turned around and looked over at Val, who was in the midst of mixing herself a drink.
"What the hell are you trying to pull?"
Val set the half-empty bottle of Scotch down on the small table and looked up at him. She was a little surprised by his tone. She had been expecting him to complain about missing a session with Ron, but it was obvious that he was a lot more unhappy about it than she'd thought. She looked at him for a second, trying to gauge his anger, trying to understand what had prompted it; then she spoke.
"What's eating you?"
Scott glanced down at the bulge made by his now fully erect cock.
"What the hell do you think? One look at him and I knew he'd go both ways, and you let him go. I get the feeling that this little show of ours is turning one-sided, baby. You got your jollies down on the beach, so you don't give a damn...."
Val felt her anger building, but she fought to control it. She tried to put herself in Scott's shoes and look at it from his point of view.
"It's not like that at all ... I knew damn well that I couldn't talk him out of leaving, and I thought it was better to let him go now so we could get him back."
Scott slammed his empty glass down on the table beside him, cutting her off.
"You thought it was better? Who the hell are you trying to kid; this is a partnership, baby, remember? You screw them first, and then bring them back so we can both have the benefit of those hot, pulsing cocks ... that's the way it's supposed to work, baby."
Val forced herself to take a sip of her drink, holding back the words she wanted to say; but Scott had no intention of letting up on his attack.
"You're getting pretty selfish, baby; you want it all for yourself. Well, I don't work that way."
Val's eyes flashed; and she lashed out with her right hand, emptying the contents of her glass into Scott's face. The words poured forth before she could stop them.
"Did it ever occur to you that I might be getting fed up with bringing you toys to play with? Why the hell don't you go out and bring them back for me, for a change."
Scott raised his hands to his face to brush aside the liquor that ran down his cheeks. When he could see again, Val had already slammed the glass doors that led from the sundeck to the cabin behind her. Scott stood staring at the doors, his fists clenched, for a few seconds; then he crossed over to the table and poured himself another drink.
His hand shook as he poured from the bottle; and as he raised it to his lips and drank, he felt the anger begin to seep from his body slowly. He regretted the scene, knowing full well that it would have to be him that apologized, as always; and he drank again, because that knowledge sickened him and made him feel even less of a man than usual.
Mel closed the cabin door behind him and started toward the bedroom. Halfway across the living room his ears picked up the sound of the running shower, and he turned and dropped Penny's clothing into the chair beside him. He looked down at them for a second, letting his fingers run over the full cups of her bra; then he walked across toward the big fireplace and reached into his pocket for his lighter. He bent over and placed the flame to the previously prepared kindling and logs; then he stood up and watched as the wood began to catch fire.
He felt the warmth from the growing blaze on the front of his body and looked downward at the bulge in the front of his pants. For a second he stared at it, a little surprised; then he flushed and turned away, doing his best to force the picture of Penny's nude body out of his mind. He silently cursed Val for reawakening his desires; then he chastised himself for not being able to control his need.
Penny reached for the taps and turned off the shower. She stepped out of the stall and looked at herself in the full-length mirror as she slowly dried herself with the towel. Her eyes drifted down over her proud, full breasts to the damp tuft of blonde curls between her well-shaped thighs, and she flushed slightly. She tingled everywhere, and she knew she could only partially blame the spray for the feeling.
It was as if she had been reborn, given a new lease on life ... as if the shower had washed away all the un-happiness, all the worry. It made her happy and frightened her all at the same time.
The silence left by the finish of Penny's shower brought Mel out of his reverie, and he crossed over to the chair and picked up her clothes. He looked down at the front of his pants to be sure that the unwanted bulge had disappeared; then he crossed over to the bathroom door and knocked lightly.
"I've got your clothes."
The door opened a crack, and he caught a glimpse of a full, hard-tipped breast as he pushed her clothes inside. He had a strong impulse to push the door all the way open and see her again, but he forced himself to dismiss it and walked back over to the front of the big fireplace.
Ron wheeled the big Chrysler into the area in front of his cabin, and one look at the darkened building sent a shiver of panic through him. Deep down he had known that she wouldn't be at the cabin, but he had been telling himself there was a possibility. He turned the car off and walked up to the door, still harboring a slight hope that he would find her in bed; but it only took him a few seconds to dispel that hope.
For a second he stood staring at the empty bed; then he flipped on the light and crossed over to the dresser. He picked up the bottle sitting on the top and screwed the cap off; then he lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. For the first time in his life, he knew what it was like to wonder where his spouse was; and he didn't like it one bit.
Scott opened the bedroom door cautiously and stepped inside. Val didn't bother to look up from the novel she was reading as he crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her. She knew from experience that he would crawl to her now, and she felt a shiver of delight at the thought.
Scott held back, hoping that Val would somehow make it easier for him; but it didn't take long for him to realize that she had no intention of doing so. Finally he turned toward her.
"Look, honey ... I'm sorry. I just blew up, I guess...."
Val hesitated before looking up at him, making him suffer until she was satisfied; then she closed the book and tossed it onto the night table beside the bed. Her cold eyes met his as she waited for him to continue.
Scott's shoulders dropped slightly as he tried to weather her stare; then he began to speak again.
"I said I was sorry, baby."
Val's lips formed a cruel smile.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that...." Scott closed his eyes. A shudder of revulsion moved through him.
"Oh god, Val ... please ... you know how I feel about it."
Val reached down and tossed the sheet off her bronzed body. She spread her legs slowly and let her hands snake down over her slightly rounded belly and drop between her thighs; then she let her fingers slip through the triangle of dark, curly hair and part her moist lips.
"Only a man would like it ... so of course you wouldn't...."
Scott winced.
"Down, Scott ... get down there and lap until I tell you to stop."
For a split second Scott didn't move; then he slowly bent over the bed and dropped his head between her open thighs. His tongue slipped between his lips and dove into the hot, moist flesh she held open to him. He fought back the revulsion, and did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but knowing it was his punishment for challenging her.
Penny walked out of the bathroom and crossed over the darkened living room to the big couch where Mel was sitting, absorbed in the flickering light given off by the blazing fire. He looked up at her as she moved into the light; then he smiled.
"You look great."
Penny smiled and arched her full breasts forward automatically. She immediately hated herself for doing it, but it was as though she was compelled to. The sight of him sitting in front of her, his animal magnetism, the sound of his deep, husky voice....
Mel's eyes dropped to the lush mounds straining at the front of Penny's dress, and the reaction in his body was immediate. He felt his cock beginning to grow again, and he tore his eyes away in an attempt to halt its surging expansion.
At any other time, Penny wouldn't have noticed any reaction in any man, but she was so conscious of Mel's maleness that her senses immediately picked up the biological reaction in his body. She could smell his need; she could almost taste it.
The same strange feeling that had come over her earlier surged through her body again, this time amplified a hundred-fold, and she moved forward automatically and fell to her knees in front of him. She managed to utter only one word. "Please ... "
Mel felt a surge of desire rip through his body. There could be no misunderstanding-no denying the need that radiated from her. It surprised him; it pleased him; yet he couldn't help but feel that he was taking advantage of her. She was obviously going through some kind of emotional upheaval; and although he wanted her so badly he could taste it, he couldn't take her under these conditions.
The burning need in him began to build, and he knew he was losing the battle with his conscience. In a split second he would move toward her, slip his arms around her, draw those lush breasts toward him....
Penny raised her hands to Mel's muscular thighs, wanting to touch the firm flesh of this man; and as she did, the diamond on her left hand picked up the flickering firelight.
Mel froze in mid-motion. His eyes were glued to the wedding and engagement ring. Instantly his nearly erect cock began to shrink, and he stood up and moved away from her. He knew that she was surprised by his move. No woman would offer herself and then like to be rejected, but his own confusion was all he could handle for the time being, and he leaned forward against the mantel of the big fireplace as he fought within his own mind.
Penny leaned forward against the couch and began to sob softly. All the stress within her body seemed to culminate at once, and she couldn't hold it back.
The sound of her crying brought Mel out of his reverie, and he turned around and looked at her. The outline of her lush body, the smell of her need, the closeness and warmth of her flesh sent a renewed surge of desire through him.
Suddenly nothing mattered but this woman; he could no longer rationalize, and he didn't want to. He crossed to her in one quick step; then he lifted her effortlessly in his arms and started across the room to the bedroom.
Penny let out a moan of desire. Her hand slipped down the front of his body and grasped his thick pulsing cock through his pants. The feel of it added to the fire burning in her loins, and she let out an animal cry of need that sent shivers of expectation up Mel's spine.
Mel dropped her gently onto the center of the bed and stepped back. His hands worked frantically on his clothing; and in seconds he was nude, his stiff cock throbbing boldly between his thighs. He heard the sound of her zipper, and he bent forward and let his lips meet hers.
It was a long, passionate kiss, a kiss that made up for the fact that they scarcely knew each other. When it was finished, and they parted, fighting for breath, they knew enough; they knew that they wanted each other with a passion and need that made everything right.
Mel's words were deep, punctuated by labored breathing.
"Do you mind ... I'd like to see you...." Penny could offer no more than a moan of desire, and Mel leaned forward and flicked on the small light over the bed. Penny had already stripped off her dress; and she lay before him, clothed only in her bra and Leer panties. Mel's eyes skimmed over her, and his sigh of pleasure sent Penny into a delirious flash of de-ire. She felt his hands on her, firmly yet gently striping away her panties; then she arched her back as his fingers found the clasp of her bra and peeled it off her round, high breasts.
Penny moaned softly and opened her eyes. The sight f Mel's deeply bronzed body ... broad shoulders, massive chest veeing down to his washboard-hard belly, and the huge swaying cock and heavy balls below sent a shudder of expectant pleasure through her. Her legs flew apart, and she closed her eyes.
"Oh god yes ... please...." Mel didn't need to be asked twice. In seconds he was kneeling between her open thighs. He guided his cock to her open, ready cunt; then she threw herself up to him, and he felt his thick knob drive into her.
Penny felt a flash of pain as the massive head ripped between her cunt lips. For a split second she dropped back to the bed, but losing the throbbing organ was more painful to her than receiving it, and she lunged upward immediately. Mel thrust his hips backward and bent to kiss her. He held his cock just against her quivering, twisting body.
"Easy ... easy ... I don't want to hurt you...."
Penny wrapped her arms around him and let her hands drop to the muscular cheeks of his buttocks. She moaned and lifted her hips as she dug her fingernails into his flesh, and Mel gave up all thoughts of being careful as he groaned and drove his massive cock into her.
It took him four vicious thrusts to drive his cock up to the balls into her hot flesh; and the pain she felt, he shared. Then there was nothing but pleasure as he hammered at her, thrusting his hot organ deeper and deeper into her thrashing form.
It was quick for Penny. Just the feel of such a massive rod digging into the depths of her body thrilled her beyond belief. She shuddered as the first wave of pleasure ripped through her body, and Mel sensed her release. He let the dam burst, wanting to give her the added ecstasy of feeling his hot sperm gushing forth; and as the first stream shot into her, his husky groans of animal pleasure were matched by Penny's cries of ecstatic delight.
Mel leaned forward and added a log to the glowing fire. He sat back down on the couch beside Penny without looking at her, sensing that she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a little while longer, and wanting to sort out the confusion in his own mind at the same time.
They hadn't spoken since their lovemaking, each satisfied to luxuriate in the warm glow that lasted after their ecstatic climax. Finally Mel turned to her.
"I'm sorry it happened, in a way, but...."
Penny turned toward him, and the understanding in her eyes stopped his flow of words. He realized that he didn't have to apologize for what had happened. It had been a mutual thing, something that either of them could have stopped if they had wanted to.
He was silent for a second, but the gnawing thoughts in the back of his mind forced him to look once again at her rings; and he knew he would have to talk to her.
"Look, I don't want to pry or anything ... you stop me if I get too personal...."
Penny sensed his embarrassment, and she smiled.
"You couldn't get much more personal than you were a little while ago."
Mel returned her smile, and he felt the tension leave the air. He stood up and crossed over to the table where he had left his cigarettes and lighter. As he held one out to her, he became uncomfortably aware that they were both still nude; and it bothered him. Penny looked up at him as he held his lighter for her, and she sensed his discomfort.
"Do you want me to leave?"
Mel snapped the lighter shut and realized that she was feeling his uneasiness. He managed a grin.
"No ... it's just that ... "
Penny's smile broke into a short laugh, and Mel felt even more uncomfortable. She forced herself to stop and looked up at him.
"You're quite a man."
Mel glanced down at the front of his body, and Penny laughed again.
"I didn't mean it that way ... although you're quite a man there too. It's just that you surprise me. I always thought men took advantage of women ... got everything they could get; yet you seem more embarrassed by what happened than I am."
Mel glanced across at her lush body, enticingly outlined by the flickering firelight. Desire began to build in him again, and his cock shuddered slightly and began to grow before her. Penny's eyes immediately dropped to the massive organ and Mel flushed.
"Look, I didn't plan this when I fished you out of the drink. I've got to tell you a few things before I can feel relaxed with you ... would you mind if we got something on?"
A look of surprise filled Penny's face. Mel shrugged and leaned back against the mantel.
"To put it bluntly ... I can't possibly think clearly if we're like this; all I want to do is to make love to you."
Their eyes met, and Penny nodded. Mel turned and walked into the bedroom; and when he returned, he handed her her clothes. Mel had a hell of a time pulling his shorts over his semi-erect cock, but he finally managed to get his pants on.
He stood back for a second, watching her as she dressed; then he sat down beside her and snuffed out his cigarette. When he turned toward her, their eyes met. He had been trying to find the right way to explain his feelings to her, but he gave it up and just let his words fall as they might.
"I want you to understand ... I was just divorced a I few months ago. It was a real surprise to me, and I haven't got over it yet. This bastard was playing around with my wife, and one night I walked in on them. Something snapped inside me, I guess ... I just had to I get away and do some thinking. I trusted her, and right out of the blue found out she was running around on me. I hated her, and I hated the bastard that made love to her. I called him everything in the book, and I would have killed him if he hadn't got away. I figured that's the lowest kind of thing a guy can do ... playing ' around with another guy's wife...."
Penny's head dropped. I "I suppose you think a woman who plays around is just as low?"
Mel had been trying to phrase what he had to say in a way that wouldn't hurt her, and he immediately regretted what he'd said. Before he could make it right, she spoke again.
"You think I'm a slut, don't you?"
Mel reached for her hand, but she pulled it away from him.
"No ... that's not what I think at all. It's just that I don't want to get involyed with a married woman ... I couldn't do to another man what that bastard did to me."
Penny stood up and looked down at him. The tears on her cheek glistened in the soft light of the fire as she spoke.
"Maybe you're right ... maybe I am a slut. I guess I did seduce you, didn't I? That was pretty obvious...." Mel shook his head.
"Don't be silly. What we did was spontaneous; we both wanted it. I'm not talking about that; I'm talking about what we do from here on. I don't know how to explain it; I really want you, but I just can't do it under these circumstances."
Penny raised her hand to her cheek and brushed away the tears that had rolled down.
"No, I guess you couldn't want me again. What man wants a tramp?"
Mel made a move to stand up; but before he could reach his feet, Penny had pushed the door open and was running down the stairs into the darkness. Mel moved quickly to catch her; but when he reached the open door, she had disappeared from sight, and he knew she would be impossible to find.
He stood for a second staring into the night; then he cursed and walked back into the cabin. He had never felt more defeated in his life. He had wanted so badly to explain his feelings to her, and he had blown it completely.
CHAPTER FIVE
PENNY OPENED HER EYES AND LOOKED UP at Ron. For a second she forgot where she was; then she sat up on the couch. Ron held out a cup of coffee to her uncertainly, not knowing what to expect.
He had been relieved to find her sleeping on the couch when he woke up, but he hadn't got over the scare she'd given him. He felt a wave of relief move through his body as she took the coffee from his outstretched hand, and he moved over to the chair across from her and sat down. Penny moved the cup to her lips immediately, thankful that she had something to keep herself occupied with while she thought over the events of the previous night. Everything seemed like a blur to her. She was afraid to look up at Ron for fear he would see the guilt in her eyes.
Ron waited for her to get down a gulp of coffee before he spoke. He wanted to tell her how he felt before she had a chance to say anything about the episode with Val, and yet he wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to lash out at him.
"Honey ... I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I mean that. I've done a lot of thinking, and I want you to know that all that is over. You've put up with a hell of a lot from me, and it's about time I earned some of your faith."
Penny couldn't believe her ears at first. She had been so buried in her own guilt that she had almost forgotten about the afternoon before. Now it all came back to mind; but because of her own shame, she knew she couldn't say anything to him.
Ron waited patiently for her reaction, not expecting much, but hoping she would give him another chance.
Penny's thoughts moved back to the session with Mel; and as she thought about his rejection of her loving, her stomach knotted up. She was silent for a few seconds; then she looked up at Ron and smiled.
"No, Ron ... it's too late for that."
Ron's shoulders dropped, and he stood up. He had expected failure, but it still cut him to the core. He nodded slowly and crossed over to the table, pulling out a cigarette as he bent to pick up his lighter.
"I guess that's it, then ... I should have come to my senses long ago...."
The more Penny thought about what Mel had inferred, the wilder her emotions became. She seethed inside, feeling rejected, unloved ... unwanted. Mel had made her feel like a tramp, and suddenly she didn't give a damn. She looked over at Ron and smiled again.
"No, Ron, I should have come to my senses long ago.
Ron wasn't sure what was coming. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and moved back over to the chair. "What do you mean?" Penny smiled.
"You've been right all along. There's nothing wrong with getting your kicks wherever you can ... why not? Playing the straight and narrow sure doesn't get you anywhere. From now on, we get them anywhere We can."
Ron stared at her for a second, unable to believe his ears; then he smiled and crossed over to her.
"You mean ... swapping partners?"
Penny nodded, and Ron chuckled.
"Well, son of a bitch ... baby, this is great...."
Ron stood before her, his eyes sparkling like a kid who'd just seen a Christmas tree for the first time; Behind her smile, Penny hated him for it-but no more than she hated herself. She ran her hand through her long blonde hair and stood up.
"Well, don't just stand there ... get on the phone, and let's fix up a foursome."
Scott glanced away from the peaceful scene in front of him and looked over at Val. He was burning inside with disgust at the act he had forced upon him the night before-and at his own inability to stand up on his own two feet.
Just the sight of Val stretched out on one of the comfortable lounges, her breathtakingly beautiful body caressed by the late morning sun, unconcerned and completely relaxed, heightened his misery.
It wasn't as if he couldn't stand to be rid of her; he felt nothing for her really, but he knew that she was his key to the sexual orgies that had become a necessary part of his life. It had been different at first; he had been a virgin when he'd met Val. But she had pushed him forward, showing him better and better ways of getting his kicks, and now he was hooked.
His yen for men had originated only a few months ago, and Val had been all for it. At first he had been hesitant, but he soon found his male lovers made no demands on him the way Val did; and with every additional homosexual meeting, he had become more and more fond of the feel of a man in his arms.
As he gazed at Val, he began to push the anger and frustration out of his mind ... a thought began to form; and as he concentrated on it, his sensual lips formed in a smile. It seemed ironic to him, and in a way it made him feel more of a man. Val had been so quick to push him toward swinging both ways, and for the first time he began to realize that perhaps this was the one way for him to finally be free of her. If he could find the right man....
The jarring ring of the phone pulled him out of his reverie, and he swiveled on his heel and started toward the cabin door. He ground out his cigarette in the ashtray sitting beside the phone and picked it up.
"Hello."
There was a short pause on the other end of the line; and as the caller began to speak, Scott immediately recognized Ron's voice.
"Hi, Scott ... Ron...."
A tingle of excitement moved through Scott at the sound of Ron's husky voice.
"Morning, Ron ... what can I do for you?"
There was a slight pause, and Ron chuckled a little uncertainly.
"Penny just suggested that the four of us get together...."
Mel stood above the open suitcase on the bed, clutching the neatly folded Levi's in his hand. He cursed and tossed them down onto the bed beside the suitcase; then he crossed over to the dresser and poured himself a stiff drink of Scotch.
It was no damn good, and he knew it. All during his preparations to leave, he had been thinking of nothing but the lush blonde that had shared his bed the night before. What he had thought was only one-night stand had turned into something more than that to him, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Just thinking about Penny left his cock hard and swaying stiffly in front of him.
There was more than just the sexual attraction, though-much more. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there, and growing every second. There was something about her ... a feeling, an odor, a sensation ... something that told him he couldn't just walk out and forget her.
He tossed back the remains of his drink and moved across the room to the extension phone beside the bed. In seconds, the crisp voice of his personal secretary filled his ear.
"Yes, Mr. Russell...."
Mel dropped down onto the bed behind him and sucked in a deep lungful of the fresh, clean air.
"Tony, I've been doing some thinking. There's something up here that I have to clear up before I get back. I think it's about time that I forgot all about business for a while and really relaxed...."
There was genuine concern in the voice as Tony spoke.
"Sounds wonderful, Mr. Russell ... you really do need to get away from things."
Mel detested being interrupted, but he had learned long ago that Tony's one fault was insignificant to the efficient job he did when it came to his duties. He had grown to expect and understand Tony's continual mothering, and had learned to accept the younger man's interest as genuine concern for his well-being. He paused for a second, giving Tony time to say anything else he wanted to; then he continued.
"I want you to come up here, Tony. Bring anything you think I'll need to look over personally; but other than that, I want an indefinite period of time away from the organization. You will handle everything from here, and I don't want to hear about problems unless you're absolutely sure you can't handle them yourself. You got that?"
The reply came instantly.
"Yes, sir."
Mel smiled" and ran his hand through his dark curls.
"Okay, Tony ... how soon can you get up here?"
This time there was a slight pause...." I calculate about fourteen hours if I drive straight through...."
Mel thought of waiting for fourteen hours before starting his search for Penny, and he didn't like it one bit. He cut Tony off abruptly.
"Too long, Tony ... how about my plane?"
There was another slight pause.
"... No good, sir. The closest air field is hours away from where you are...." Mel cut him off again.
"Charter a small amphibian then. Have him land you on the lake; you can come back with me when I leave."
Tony knew that the tone of Mel's voice signified the end of the discussion, and he only took time for a curt "yes, sir" before the line went dead.
Val was still stretched out on the lounge when Scott ushered Penny and Ron out onto the patio. She had slipped into a skimpy bikini before their arrival, a little unsure of what to expect; and one look at Penny surprised the hell out of her.
It was immediately obvious that something basic had changed. Gone was the inhibited blonde Val had met earlier, and in her place stood a pure sex machine.
Penny's high, full breasts strained at a bikini top that allowed the top of her rust-red aureoles to show above it, and the matching bottom covered so little of the blonde's body that shimmering blonde curls showed above the outline of cunt below. It was more than the bikini though; there was no mistaking the aura that surrounded the blonde. She was after only one thing, and making no bones about it.
Val was both surprised and jealous. She immediately recognized that Penny was very challenging opposition, and she didn't like the thought of being pushed into the background. Her jealousy deepened as she took in Scott's admiring glance and noted the outline of his growing cock under the tight material of his brief trunks.
Penny stood quietly for a few seconds, letting everyone have an eyeful of what she was doing her best to show them; then she walked slowly across the patio to one of the lounges, letting her hips swing sensuously, and giving both Scott and Ron an enticing look at her half-revealed buttocks as they rubbed tantilizingly against each other. When she turned around to face them, she noted their labored breathing and smiled.
"Well, don't be shy, boys ... let's get the show on the read. I've got a lot of catching up to do...."
Both men stood frozen to the spot, not quite able to believe what they were witnessing; and Penny's smile widened. She arched her back, sending her straining breasts forward; and then, with a snap of her fingers, she undid the top of her bikini and tossed it aside.
Ron was both shocked and surprised. He had never even dreamed that Penny could make such an offer. For a split second he stood staring in disbelief as the high, firm breasts, with their eraser-hard nipples, swung boldly back and forth; then he began to move toward her. She was no longer his wife; she was a hot, sensual female animal offering her body; and he stripped off his tight trunks in one swift motion as he walked; then he paused before her, holding his rigid, throbbing cock in his hand.
For a moment, Penny almost blew everything. She had never seen Ron so aroused before. She felt cheap because of what she was doing, and yet the pleasure of the realization that she had brought about this arousal sent shivers of delight through her, and she couldn't stop herself from pushing the bikini bottom down and laying back on the lounge with her legs widely spread.
Ron took one look at the open, moist lips of her cunt nestled hotly beneath her shimmering blonde curls; then he let out a moan of need and dropped down on her. He drove his fiery cock into her with three hammering strokes, and Penny let out a wild animal cry and thrust her hips up to meet his onslaught.
Val's mouth dropped open as she watched their glistening bodies meet again and again. She had never witnessed a more erotic, a more sexually stimulating, a more sensuous seduction. Jealousy raged through her as she stared at them.
Scott's eyes had never left the outline of Penny's firm, rounded buttocks. He stared at them, able to see only parts of the firm flesh; and his hands moved quickly as he stripped off his trunks and started toward the moaning couple that twisted and squirmed on the lounge. He could no more deny the urge that filled him that he could stop breathing; and when he reached them, he let out a sob of need and pushed them over onto their sides, so that Penny's beautiful gloves were facing him.
Ron caught sight of Scott out of the corner of his eye, and even in his aroused state he realized what Scott had in mind. He forced himself to pull his feelings back under control and pulled back out of Penny.
"No, for chrissake, Scott ... she's never...."
Penny felt Scott's hands on her buttocks, carressing, parting; and then an impulsive finger probed against the opening nestled warmly between them. In a second she realized its purpose, and she started to pull away, but it was too late; the finger thrust forward, and she felt it slide into her body. At first there was pain, and she started to reach around behind to stop him; but then, as he began to thrust back and forth, she felt the weirdest, most wonderful sensation ever; and a guttural moan broke free from her clenched teeth.
Ron was standing now, and he made a move toward Scott to stop him. Penny realized what he was going to do; and she cried out, her voice deep and husky with passion.
"No, no ... let him be ... oh ... oh ... oh, my god, it's wonderful...."
Ron froze, astonished at hearing Penny's lust-filled voice. For the first time in his life, he was at a loss for a decision.
Scott needed no more encouragement than Penny's words. He carried saliva from his mouth to the now-throbbing head of his stiff cock and spread it quickly; then in one swift motion, he guided the hot glistening knob between Penny's spread buttocks and shoved it in.
Penny let out a cry of pain, but her true feelings were shown by the backward thrust of her hips. Ron's eyes widened in amazement as he watched Scott's quivering cock slowly slip into Penny.
Penny had never felt such pleasure, and she wanted more. She reached out and grasped Ron's hard cock; then she pulled him toward her and guided the massive organ between her legs. For a second Ron wanted no part of it, but the feel of his throbbing organ slipping into her cunt changed his mind, and he groaned and hammered it forth, letting it rip into her moist, ready box.
Val stood by, the jealousy building in her. She wanted to claw at therri, to pull them apart and take Penny's position; but she immediately sensed that she would get nowhere that way. There was only one thing left for her to do; and no matter how much she hated playing second fiddle, it was either that or stand on the sidelines.
The decision was an easy one to make as she felt the hot flashes of desire hammering into her loins. She cried softly and moved forward, burrowing her head between Ron's thighs and sucking his heavy balls into her mouth. Slowly, she let her tongue roll over the hot nuts, and soon her moans of delight matched the other animal sounds of pleasure that filled the patio.
Ron groaned huskily as he felt the hot lance caressing and stroking his heavy sac; and a blissful tremor of delight swept through him, causing his burning cock to throb rhythmically deep within Penny's gaping cunt. Penny whimpered with pleasure as she felt Ron's big knob pulsing against Scott's already deeply buried organ. The combined feel of both thick shafts stroking in unison sent Penny into near oblivion.
She no longer cared what she was doing, or why; all that mattered now was that she satisfy the burning desire that surged through her quivering body. She ground forward against Ron, sucking his hot cock even further into her, and welcomed Scott's pistoning hips as he shoved forward, driving his throbbing cock deeper into her bowels.
The combination of Penny's rotating cunt and Val's experienced tongue drove Ron to his peak quickly. He let out an ecstatic moan, and his buttocks clenched as the first gushing stream of broiling love juice spurted forward into Penny's eager, twisting body. The second the hot stream cut into Penny she shot over the top, glorious tremors of pleasure ripping through her; and the instant Scott felt her going, he drove his cock forward in a vicious stroke, burying it to the balls. Then Penny felt the huge knob jerk, and she was being filled from both sides simultaneously. The feel of it was indescribable; it doubled her pleasure, and she felt herself reach such a level of sexual pleasure she'd never felt before.
Again and again they pumped their thick, creamy passion into her, and finally, uttering gutteral groans of satisfaction that matched Penny's own animal whimperings of gratification, they let their bodies go limp and drop down to the mattress.
Only Val kept up the action. Her sensual tongue and lips continued to pay homage to Ron's balls. Feeling and hearing them reach their peaks had only served to heighten the desire that filled her, and she had to have fulfillment too.
She grasped Ron by the hips and pulled him out of Penny and onto his back; then, with a cry of need, she was on him, spinning around into a sixty-nine position and eagerly taking his semi-erect cock into her mouth.
She let her tongue toy with it for a second, polishing the moist head; and then she began to rotate her mouth and bob her head up and down. Ron had been completely drained by the session with Penny, and he was surprised to find his cock beginning to respond to Val's manipulations. Within seconds he felt his blood begin to boil, and his hands snaked up around Val's hips and cupped her firm buttocks.
He opened his mouth and let his tongue slip between his lips; and then, with a groan of need, he hauled her down to him. The smell and taste of her eager, open cunt excited him even more, and he let his tongue plunge into it eagerly, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.
Their perspiration-covered bodies twisted and glistened in the late afternoon sunlight. Ron's practiced tongue searched for, and found, the stiff bud at the juncture of Val's moist, burning lips; and he began to stroke and lap at it eagerly, as she brought her teeth gently into play against his throbbing cock.
Scott mustered his energy and pulled his limp cock free of Penny. He stood up beside her and looked down at the couple sucking and lapping on the mattress. Penny opened her eyes as she came out of the warm afterglow of their lovemaking, and her senses filled with the action beside her. The smell of it filled her nostrils; the sound of the moistly muffled groans of pleasure quickened her pulse, and the sight of Ron and Val locked in the sixty-nine position began to fan the flames of desire in her loins.
She turned her eyes away from them and looked up at Scott. He seemed to be reading her mind as he shook his head.
"Sorry, baby ... I've had it for a while. I'm going to take a shower and see if I can't get ready for another one."
Penny's eyes followed him as he turned and headed into the cabin; then she stood up and looked down at the couple twisting on the mattress. As she watched, she saw Ron's body tighten; and then he let out a muffled groan of pleasure and lifted his buttocks up off the mattress as volley after volley of hot fluid shot forth from the tip of his cock. Val's buttocks went wild in his hands. When they had finished expending their lust, they dropped back down onto the mattress and fought for breath.
The sight of their combined release sent a renewed flash of need through Penny, and she groaned. She hated herself for being so highly sexed, for enjoying what she had seen and what she had done; but she knew that her sensuous fires were building again, and that she was helpless against them.
She moved over to where Ron and Val were collapsed in exhaustion, and pushed Val off Ron; then she reached for Ron's limp organ and clutched it tightly.
"Please, Ron ... I need it ... please...."
Ron opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"Sorry, honey ... I'm finished for the time being...."
Penny let out a moan of frustration as she tried to reawaken desire in Ron. Val leaned back against the lounge behind her and smiled. She enjoyed seeing Penny lost in the depths of need, no longer in control of the situation; and she sensed that this was her opportunity to take charge-not only this time, but in any further sessions between them.
She reached for the small, well-built blonde, and in one swift motion she rolled Penny over onto her back. Before Penny could react, Val dropped her head; and her mouth closed over Penny's cunt. Then her tongue was moving, dipping, exploring the hot, moist chasm beneath the matted, blonde curls.
Penny tried to close her legs and push Val away. She had been angry, and had rebelled against all she'd considered to be right; but this was too much.
"No ... please ... I want a man ... please ... "
Val's experienced tongue began to probe more intimately now; and suddenly it found Penny's stiff, swollen bud of desire and began to lap at it lovingly. Something snapped inside Penny's brain, and she stopped struggling. The new and strange sensation began to fill her, and the fact that it went against everything she believed in just seemed to heighten the pleasure that was building in her.
Before she could regain control of herself, she felt her hips going into motion, lifting and grinding her crotch upward to welcome and receive Val's eager tongue.
Ron's eyes widened as he sat up beside them.
"Son of a bitch ... I never dreamed she would...."
The sound of Val's muffled laughter never registered on Penny; she was far too engrossed in the blissful pleasure that filled her. It was new ... it was good ... and nothing else mattered.
Mel fingered the controls of the boat nervously as he glanced at his watch. The last rays of the early evening sun were fading quickly, and he was beginning to wonder if anything could have happened to the plane.
He reached over to the pack of smokes sitting beside him on the comfortable seat of the sleek runabout and pulled out a cigarette. As he was lighting it, he heard the steady hum of an engine above the ragged sputtering of the outboard, and he looked up into the cloudless sky.
It took him a few seconds to find the plane; then he heaved a sigh of relief and shoved the controls forward, The boat hesitated for a second, then surged forward, trailing a shimmering rooster tail behind it.
The plane eased to a stop as Mel guided the small boat near the center of the glassy smooth lake, and in a few seconds he was nudging the right pontoon gently with the side of the boat.
A smiled formed on his face as he watched Tony step out of the small plane and gingerly make his way toward him.
"What took you so long? I was beginning to give you up for dead."
Tony returned his smile, then tossed his suitcase and briefcase into the back of the boat and dropped into the seat beside him.
"You never have been very patient."
Mel's grin widened, and he turned his attention to the controls of the boat for an instant as he pulled away from the plane; then he glanced back over at Tony.
The droning of the aircraft engine, coupled with the roar of the outboard made conversation impossible for the time being, and neither of them attempted to talk. Mel studied Tony, trying to figure out the only man whom he trusted completely.
He thought back to the day he'd walked into the meeting of the department heads with Tony in town just shortly after he'd taken over his father's financial empire-and calmly informed his father's staff that Tony would be his second in charge. He grinned as he remembered the expression on their faces as they studied the handsome youth with the neat, if slightly long, blond hair. Mel had known they couldn't understand why he would want someone as young as Tony in such a responsible position.
It hadn't taken them long to find out why. Within a week the entire staff had formed a healthy respect for the blond youth, and found, to their surprise, that he also respected them for their vast knowledge. Their resentment had been eased on the second day Tony was on the job, when he had informed Mel that he would appreciate his title changed from senior vice-president to personal secretary to the president.
Mel remembered looking up at Tony in surprise at this request. During the years he'd spent in college as Tony's room-mate, he'd learned almost everything about his friend-and most of all, had learned not to try to understand or out-guess the near genius mind that was always working behind Tony's handsome features.
As usual, Tony had sensed Mel's surprise before he could even get a question out, and had explained his reasons simply and concisely. There would be no change in his responsibilities; it would simply alleviate the bad feeing the rest of the staff had for being overstepped by a complete stranger to the organization. As Mel's secretary, he would be able to make any decision that was necessary in Mel's name, and they would accept it as coming directly from Mel.
Remembering it caused him to chuckle a little, and Tony turned an inquisitive look toward him. The plane had taxied to the other end of the lake; and Mel slowed the boat, letting the sound of the motor drop to a soft purr. He picked up the pack of cigarettes from between them and offered Tony one; then he shoved one into his mouth and lit them both.
Tony nodded his thanks and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"You're looking good. It's good to see you again." Mel grinned.
"Yeah, it's been a while. You're looking pretty good yourself ... how are things?" Tony shrugged.
"Running smoothly, I guess ... we made that merger yesterday right on schedule; it should double the profit from our point of view...."
Mel cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"To hell with business ... I told you I was going to take a holiday. I mean, how are things with you? Met any nice looking guys lately?"
Tony flushed slightly, and Mel grinned.
"Christ, it still embarrasses you; and I've been teasing hell out of you ever since I found you in bed with the elevator operator during our first year of college."
Tony returned his grin and took another drag.
"You forget you're the only one who knows I'm gay; I'll never get used to discussing it that freely. It's not the easiest thing to live with, you know-not everyone is as understanding as you are about it."
Mel turned his attention back to the controls as he began to maneuver the boat into its shed. His mind drifted over Tony's last words.
His acceptance of Tony's homosexuality was a little surprising, even to him, considering how he felt about homosexuality generally; but he'd been good friends with Tony before he'd found out, and he knew exactly how Tony felt. The fact that Tony was gay had never been a problem between them, because Tony had never even asked Mel to take an active part in anything sexual with him. They respected each other's feelings on the subject, and their friendship was a good one.
There had been a few uncomfortable instances at first, such as Tony averting his eyes when Mel was nude; but once they had formed an understanding between them, the problem disappeared. Mel had told him he didn't give a damn if Tony looked, and that was the way they'd left it.
The only thing Mel hadn't told Tony was that he secretly enjoyed having Tony's eyes on him. He had always been proud of his build and his manly endowment, and all through his life had been a bit of an exhibitionist. Tony had relieved his mild desire to be appraised in the nude by an appreciative audience.
Tony stepped up out of the boat and fastened the rope to the metal ring in the decking as Mel killed the motor; then he held his hand out to help Mel up. Mel handed him the luggage he'd brought with him, then pointed toward the door at the other end of the boat-house.
"You'll find a light switch at the left of the door. Flick it on, so I can see to close the big doors."
Tony walked across and turned the switch on; then he leaned back against the wall and waited for Mel to finish his task. Then they left the boathouse and walked across to the waiting Continental. Neither of them spoke as Mel started the car and headed down the narrow roadway toward the cabin; then Tony finally broke the slightly uncomfortable silence.
"Did you get things sorted out?"
Mel had known that question would come, and he had been hoping to avoid it as long as possible; yet in a way, he was glad it was out in the open. Tony had been the only one who'd know exactly how hard his divorce had hit him, and he knew his friend was genuinely concerned. He took his eyes off the road for a second and smiled.
"It was pretty bad up until yesterday, but I think I've got it licked.
Tony wanted to know more. He could sense that something important had happened. Yet he knew Mel well enough not to pump him for information; Mel would tell him everything when he was ready, and not a second sooner. His basic worry had been that Mel wouldn't get over the deep depression he had fallen into, and it was obvious in his mood that he'd done that; that was the important thing. Instead of asking any further questions, he smiled.
"I'm glad ... you had me worried for a while there, dragging yourself up to this godforsaken hole."
Mel grinned.
"Don't knock it; it grows on you. Give it a couple of days, and you'll be having the time of your life."
Tony found it difficult to believe Mel's enthusiasm, so he just grinned and nodded.
"That remains to be seen."
Mel pulled the Continental into the parking area in front of the cabin and shoved it into 'Park'; then he turned to face Tony.
"That's home, for the time being. Go on in and make yourself comfortable. I'm going to take a little walk and do some thinking."
Tony nodded and pushed his door open. Mel handed him his briefcase, then lifted the suitcase out of the back seat and climbed out of the car. He walked as far as the cabin door with Tony, then set the suitcase down and started toward the lake below.
Penny moaned incoherently, partly because of the booze she had consumed, but primarily because of the sensual delight that raged through her body.
Once again Val was nibbling deliciously at the juncture of her thighs; and Scott and Ron kneeled on either side of her, their hard throbbing cocks grasped in her stroking hands. The feel of the hot, thick lances burning in her palms thrilled her beyond belief, coupled with Val's experienced tongue stroking deeply in and out of her cunt.
The pleasure built higher and higher, and her moans of pleasure mingled with the animal grunts coming from Scott and Ron as she worked on them. The weeks of going without ... of holding Ron off ... the absolute animal pleasure of it....
Mel paused by the shore and turned his head in the direction of the cabin, a few yards up the cliff. He listened for a second, then smiled. Val and Scott were obviously having the time of their lives.
He was about to begin walking again when he saw the Chrysler Hard Top parked beside the Corvette to the right of the cabin. Once again he strained his ears to listen; then he began to make his way carefully toward the cabin.
It was almost dark, and it took him a second to recognize the forms on the sundeck. He felt his legs go rubbery; there was no mistaking Penny's passion-strained face, twisting from side to side as Val worked on her.
He reached out and steadied himself against, the tree beside him and turned his head away. It took him a few seconds to regain control of himself; then he turned and started to make his way back down to the beach. He stared out at the softly rippling water of the lake and filled his lungs with fresh air; then he began walking back toward his cabin. All kinds of thoughts shot through his mind as he walked. He tried to rationalize what he'd seen. Could it have been because of his rejection that she was doing this, or was it something she had been doing for years? He didn't even know her well enough to guess, but he knew one thing; whatever he'd felt for her the previous night had undergone a big change.
He looked up and found himself approaching his cabin. He looked up at the light burning in the window and hesitated. He didn't want to talk to Tony now. He turned his head out toward the water and began to pull off his T-shirt and Levi's. Maybe a swim would bring things back into perspective.
Penny shitfed uncomfortably on the lounge, her eyes on the other three across the patio. They were oblivious to her as they poured back their drinks and eagerly discussed what they had done, and what they would do.
Penny felt divorced from the scene, now that she had sated the animal urge that had built up in her; and she was both shocked and ashamed at the things she had done. Lowering herself to Ron's level had been wrong; it hadn't solved anything. She felt lost, suspended somewhere between right and wrong, and longing to be free of what she had been a part of-yet she knew that her body would never again allow her to disregard the sexual awareness she had awakened in it.
Her eyes moved to Ron. If only she could tell him-if only he would understand-he was highly sexed; and she was sure that he could satisfy her desires for the rest of her life. Even as the thought moved through her mind, she knew that she was kidding herself. Ron was a confirmed free-love believer; he could never be satisfied with a single sex partner.
The realization only deeped her depression, and she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. She hated them for what they were; yet she knew that she had taken part in their orgy, and loved every second of it. She couldn't hate them without hating herself.
She felt herself dropping back into the hole that had led to the abortive suicide attempt the evening before, and panic seized her. She remembered the understanding in Mel's eyes, and suddenly she felt a spark of hope. She picked up her bikini, then gathered her strength and slowly made her way over to the side of the patio. The others were deep in conversation, and she managed to slip into the moonlit night without being noticed.
Ron was only half-listening to what Scott and Val were saying, so deep was he in his own thoughts. He was really worried about his relationship with Penny. It was ironical that something he'd wanted for so long should prove to shake him up as it had. For years he'd been waiting at home for him, giving him the other things he needed; he was the one who got all the benefits benefits of strange tail.
The sight of her locked in Val's grasp had excited him; there was no denying that; but suddenly, as he'd watched, he'd realized that there was more to life than just sexual pleasure. He'd never stopped to consider it before, but why should he have? Penny had always been waiting at home for him, giving him the other things he needed; he was the one who got all the benefits of strange tail.
The realization that she might begin to feel the same way scared hell out of him. He wanted and needed the home life she gave him. It was secure; and for the most part, he needed that more than he needed varied sex. He knew only too well how powerful, how all-consuming sex could be once you gave vent to it; and he could picture Penny going for it in a big way. He could also picture his world falling apart. He didn't like the idea one damn bit of sharing Penny.
Scott's hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.
"Hey, you're not listening."
Ron managed a weak smile.
"Sure I am."
He turned his eyes toward the lounge where Penny had been sitting. "Where's Penny?"
Scott and Val turned toward the lounge. Val shurgged.
"Maybe she went down for a swim."
Ron nodded, his eyes darting around the patio. A good thing had developed with Scott and Val, and he didn't want to spoil it. There had to be some way for him to talk Penny out of taking part. Maybe he could promise to stay away from them too, and then once he had Penny convinced, he could manage to meet with Val and Scott on the sly. He was sure that he could talk Penny into believing he was going to change; after all, she had been buying his stories for years. If he played it cool, he could win both ways.
Once again a hand on him brought him out of his thoughts; only this time the hand was Val's, and it was cupping his lax cock and balls.
"Let's go inside ... we're wasting time."
Ron hesitated for a minute, wondering if he should go after Penny. Then, as his cock began to swell in her hand, he made no attempt to stop them from leading him into the cabin. There would be time later....
CHAPTER SIX
PENNY WAS RUNNING BLINDLY DOWN THE beach when her eye caught the motion of a figure swimming a few yards out into the shimmering moonlit water. Her feet slowed on the still-warm sand as she turned her head toward the swimmer.
The heavy weight of hopelessness that had been pressing on her lessened, and she felt herself regaining control as she watched Mel's bronzed body surging through the water with strong, sure strokes. The same animal attraction she had felt the first time she saw him filled her as she watched him, and her lips formed his name as she turned and started toward the water.
Mel paused part way through a stroke and turned his head in the direction of the beach. He was only a few yards from the beach now, and he could see Penny clearly in the bright moonlight. Conflicting feelings filled him as his eyes moved over her lush body, barely covered by the tight bikini. As before, he sensed the rising in his blood pressure-in his sexual awareness as he looked at her-and yet, even with that strong feeling in him, he couldn't forget what he'd seen on the patio a short time before.
He made no move to go' toward her, unwilling to face her with the uncertainty filling him; but he made no attempt to swim away from her either, as she dove into the water and began swimming toward him.
Penny didn't even stop to consider that he might not welcome her. The unhappiness and embarrassment that had built in her during the session with the others had overpowered the unsureness she'd felt when she last left Mel, and she needed him so badly that she gave no thought to his reaction. The second she reached him she threw her arms around his neck and ground her lips against his. Her body moulded to his under the water passionately, and it took her a second to realize that he was not returning her kiss.
She pulled her lips away from his-thinking that maybe she had taken him by surprise.
"O, Mel! I've got to talk to you ... everything is so mixed up."
Mel's strong hands moved to her waist, and he pushed her away from him, none too gently. The feel of her against him had reawakened the hunger he felt for her, and he didn't want to have his physical need pushing him into something before he had straightened things out in his mind. A picture of her twisting with passion, locked in Val's arms, formed in his mind; and he saw red.
"Nice try, baby, but it won't work this time. You're not kidding anybody."
Penny felt the blood draining out of her body, and her legs felt weak, as his words filled her ears. She had needed his understanding badly, and in its place she'd found rejection. She began to shake as the hopeless, lost feeling surged through her again.
"Please ... you're the only one I can talk to...."
Mel's hard expression didn't change as he slowly ran his eyes over her beautiful form.
"You don't want to talk, baby! All you want to do is screw-anything and everything you can. Sorry, but I just don't have the stomach for it."
Penny reached out for him.
"No, you're wrong ... I just want to talk-to sort things out."
Mel brushed her hand away.
"Don't bother with the act, baby; I saw you playing with your friends on the patio. You knew exactly what you wanted then; you were having the time of your life."
Tears welled up in Penny's eyes, and she bent her head. Mel looked down at her for a second; then he shook his head.
"Christ, you're a real actress; you almost had me believing you again. It's too bad, really; you're one hell of a good lay ... but I just can't get interested in a broad who plays the game the way you do. You were so worried about what I thought of you that first night-the night I thought I made love to you. Well, the truth's out now, baby. You weren't the innocent one that night; it was me. I thought you were pretty great then, but now I have to admit that you got it right that night. I think you're a slut!"
The words cut through Penny like a hot knife through butter. She lifted her head and looked up at him. She had been so sure that he would help her-give her the understanding she needed-and her entire being seemed to shatter as his words bit into her.
"Please, Mel, I don't know what ill do if you turn me away ... "
Mel shrugged.
"You looked like you were doing just fine a half hour ago. Go on back and join your little group."
For a second Penny just stared at him, all the fight draining out of her. She just didn't give a damn. Her eyes met his as she spoke.
"Why not? Maybe I've been wrong all these years; nobody really gives a damn, anyway."
She turned away from him, and then turned back suddenly to face him.
"You're bloody high-and-mighty about it, aren't you? Well, get down off your high horse, buster; Val told me a few things about you. She thought maybe we could all get together some night. You're no better than the rest of them. I came here looking for help, looking for a man-a real man-so I could have something to live for, some reason to pick up the pieces. All I wanted from you was a little reassurance that my way was right, not theirs ... a little moral support because I was outnumbered and confused."
Mel tried to speak, but she cut him off.
"Well, maybe I am a slut now, but does that make you any better?"
Before Mel could reply, she was swimming away from him, back toward the beach. He stood frozen to the soft cool sand below as he watched her moving away. He made a move to follow her; then he slammed his fist into the water beside him.
He had had everything sorted out. He had been so sure of his position, so sure that she had lied to him; but her words made sense, and now he was more confused than he'd been before she swam out to him.
She had seemed so sincere, and he found himself wanting to believe her. She had come to him for help, and once again he had been so blinded by his own problems that he hadn't even given her a chance to explain anything.
Val rolled over onto her side and turned to face Ron, who was tipping back the last of his drink. Her eyes moved down over his muscular body to the matt of blond hair at the base of his semi-erect cock, then along the shaft to its thick, gently pulsing knob. She smiled and moved up onto her knees on the bed, facing him; then she raised her hand and beckoned to him.
Ron set the empty glass on the dresser beside him and let his eyes move over her body, over the full firm mounds of her breasts with their raised aureoles and stiff, eraser-hard nipples, down to her slightly spread thighs and the dark forest of hair covering her flowing, open cunt. He let out a husky moan, and his cock surged upward to its fully erect state.
Val smiled and slowly ran her tongue around her lips as her eyes met his.
"Mmmm ... you look good enough to eat...."
Ron crossed the short distance between them in three steps. His hands moved to the side of her face as she parted her lips, and then he drove his hips forward, pistoning the knob of his burning organ into her mouth. Val let out a gurgle of pleasure and began to polish the thick head with her tongue, circling, massaging, polishing it lovingly.
Ron stood the tantilizing pleasure for a few seconds; then he threw back his head and drove his cock forward, burying it up to the hot, heavy balls between her lips. Val half-choked on the massive shaft; then she began to rotate her head sensuously, and Ron started to moan deeply as he stroked his cock back and forth into her.
Scott stepped into the bedroom, clutching the unopened bottle of Scotch. His eyes played over Ron's muscular, clenched buttocks in front of him, and a flame of desire pulsed through him. He moved quickly to the dresser and set the bottle down. Then he pulled open the top drawer and lifted out a half-filled bottle of Vaseline. In seconds he had the top off and was quickly spreading the lubricant over his stiff, throbbing cock.
When he had finished covering the entire organ, he moved across the room and stood behind Ron. He waited until the muscular blond had shoved his hips forward to bury his shaft into Val's eager mouth; then he moved forward a half step and began to massage Ron's lower back.
When Ron drew his cock back, Scott's hands moved downward to massage the cheeks of his ass; then he parted them and let his knob press against Ron's puckered anus. He held himself firmly and let Ron's backward movement accomplish what he wanted; and when his thick knob had pressed hotly into Ron, Scott let out a moan and threw his hips forward, stroking deeply into Ron's bowels; and the hot, clutching flesh welcomed him eagerly.
Ron's forehead beaded in sweat as the wonder of it surged through him. Val knew her task only too well, and she was giving him the best blow job he'd ever received. That, coupled with the feel of Scott's thick pulsing cock buried deeply in him, sent him over the top.
A groan of animal delight filled the room as the thick head of Ron's cock jerked and spewed forth the first creamy, rich flood of love juice into Val's throat. She quivered and sucked at the hot organ, drawing forth more and more of Ron's load. The feel of Ron's body shaking in sexual fulfillment sent a flame of excitement through Scott, and he moaned and drove his cock up to the balls in Ron's hot ass. The second his heavy balls contacted the warm, muscular flesh of Ron's cheeks, he shot over the top; and a stream of hot semen gushed forth into Ron's bowels, doubling his pleasure.
Scott held onto Ron's hips, holding him tightly until he had expended his seed; then he pulled his semi-erect cock free of Ron's molten flesh and flopped down onto the bed beside Val, who was savoring the last gush of Ron's love juice.
Ron stood panting beside the bed for a few seconds, fighting for breath; then he spoke.
"Christ, that was fantastic."
He glanced over to the clock sitting on the small night table, and brushed his hand through his thick, blond hair; Penny had been gone for ages. She must not be coming back.
"I think I'd better get back to the cabin and see if Penny's there."
Val looked up at him and smiled.
"I think I scared hell out of her."
Ron turned toward her and smiled.
"Maybe ... she's never gone for any swapping before. One thing's sure; she's nowhere near ready for this kind of loving. I think I'll leave her at home next time."
Scott looked up from the bed. Ron's suggestion suited him fine, but he knew Val liked to go both ways as long as she remained in control of the situation, and he had noted the interest she'd shown in the small, well-formed blonde. He was about to speak, but Val cut him off.
"Oh, I think she could get used to it; besides, the more the merrier."
Ron looked down at the well-stacked brunette. He had a good thing going, and he didn't want to screw it up now. If Val wanted Penny to take part, he'd have to pretend he wanted it too. The thought of having Penny take part in the orgies again still scared him. He knew her appetite for sexual satisfaction was strong, and she just might take to swapping like a duck to water. He was still determined to have the best of both lives.
Ron let his eyes meet Val's. He did his best to make his words sound sincere.
"I'll do my best to talk her into it."
Val turned to face Scott as Ron's steps thudded on the wooden patio outside. She was still angry about the way things had started off, and she was determined that she would never be put in that position again.
"You over-stepped yourself tonight, Scotty boy; nobody told you to get in on the action when you did. You do as you're told, or you'll find yourself doing nothing after this."
Scott turned toward her.
"For chrissake, Val, I'm only human. How far are you going to push this thing?" Val smiled.
"All the way, lover. From now on, you only jump when you're told to jump ... is that clear?" Scott was about to speak; then he changed his mind. He reached for his bathing suit and walked out of the cabin.
CHAPTER SEVEN
PENNY STOOD LEANING AGAINST THE PATIO railing, looking blankly out at the smooth lake surface glistening in the sunlight. A fresh morning breeze slipped through her long, blonde hair, refreshing her slightly. She brought the cigarette up to her lips and dragged deeply from it; then she exhaled and tossed the butt over the side of the patio.
She had feigned sleep when Ron returned to the cabin in the early morning hours. She hadn't been quite ready to talk to him then; but now, after spending most of the morning straightening things out in her mind, she was ready to face him.
She still had no idea what was right or wrong, what she should or should not do; but Mel's remarks had cut deeply into her, and she didn't really care any more. It had come down to one thing; the physical need she had for sexual satisfaction. There was no denying it; she had known all her adult life that she needed sex, and lots of it. It had been fine at first with Ron; he was more than capable of giving her what she needed in that department; but she had made the mistake of loving him, and that had been her downfall.
If she hadn't been so ready to forgive him that firs time-if she had fought for what was hers by right-she would never have been in this position. It ha( taken her a long time to come to the conclusion that he love for Ron had never been returned. Oh, there was n doubt that there was something he needed from her-but it wasn't love.
So now she had come up against blank reality. There had been a choice-or at least, she had thought there was one when she met Mel. Just during the short time she had known him, she was sure that together they could have found that little Cloud Nine that she hat been looking for all her life ... but now that choice was gone.
She had hardened during that morning; she hat faced things realistically. She just didn't have the strength to love another man, to put her trust in him The first time had hurt too much-taken too much ou of her. Now she would make a complete and absolute change.
From now on she would worry about only herself ant the nearly insatiable desire for sexual fulfillment that filled her. To hell with morals; to hell with everything she had lived and believed in before. She'd been hurt enough.
Mel stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel. His thoughts had been plagued by memories o Penny's words from the night before, and he'd gotten little sleep. Even now as he pictured her beautiful form he felt his thick cock begin to grow; and he cursed and toweled himself roughly. He encircled his stiff organ and stroked it once; then he groaned and pulled his hand away.
When he had finished drying himself, he tossed the towel over the shower rod and walked back into the bedroom. He glanced toward the living room of the cabin as he bent over the bed to pick up his shorts: and he found Tony standing beside the couch, folding up a blanket. His friend was openly studying the thick, fully erect cock between Mel's legs; and Mel smiled, almost forgetting Penny for the first time in hours.
"Sorry for parading around in the nude; it must be rough on you."
Tony raised his eyes from the massive organ half-arced between Mel's legs.
"On the contrary, I enjoy it immensely. I've yet to find anyone as well-hung-and I've made it with a lot of guys since those days in college."
Normally the conversation wouldn't bother Mel, but he couldn't help but think back to the day before when Scott had gone down on him. He had always known that Tony wanted to do that for him, and he had always refused his friend. To have given in to Scott, a complete stranger, and have refused Tony for all these years, somehow seemed ridiculous; and it embarrassed him.
Tony was surprised to see Mel flush. It wasn't as if he had never seen Mel nude before; there bad been hundreds of times during college. He sensed that there was something different between them now. Something had happened to change Mel's outlook, and the thought excited Tony. He had always hoped that one day Mel would let him make love to him, but Mel had always been against it. Tony lifted his eyes from Mel's i cock and looked into his friend's eyes.
"I haven't chanegd my mind ... the offer still holds...."
Mel's flush deepened. All night he had been thinking about Penny, and his need for sexual satisfaction was : obvious by his stiff, thick, throbbing shaft. There was ; no denying that he needed a release; only seconds before he had reached for his cock in frustration, contemplating masturbation. He knew only too well that Tony wanted to go down on him; and now, after what had happened,, he somehow couldn't deny his friend something he had wanted for so long.
Tony could sense Mel's indecision, and Mel's silence gave him strength to push for something he wanted more than anything else in the world.
"Please, Mel...."
Mel looked up from his pulsing cock and met Tony's eyes.
"Look, Tony, nothing has changed as far as you am I are concerned. I don't feel any different about homo sexualism than I did five years ago. I don't say if it right or wrong for others, but I know that my urge is for a woman."
Tony shrugged and dropped his eyes to the floor.
"I'm sorry ... I should have better control over myself...."
Mel felt himself softening to his friend. He took a few paces forward and placed his hands on his hips.
"Tony, this hard-on has been with me all night. I've got to get rid of it, and I'm willing to let you do it if you want to; but I want you to know first that it' nothing more than a means to an end for me-no more than jacking off."
Tony didn't even look at Mel. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees; then he grasped Mel's hug cock in both hands and held it for his open mouth. Me felt nothing more than an animal urge; and he gave into that urge, enjoying the feel of Tony's polishing tongue and rotating head. He had been ready for hours, and it only took a few strokes between Tony's sensuous lips to bring forth the thick creamy payload from the tip of Mel's huge organ.
Scott tossed the paper onto the small coffee table and reached for his half-filled glass. The sound of the running shower filled his ears as he drained it, and he cursed silently.
It was getting worse. He'd known when he first married Val that she didn't really care for him; she'd just decided it would be fun to be married, and she'd picked him simply because she could dominate him. At first he'd been more than willing; after all, Val was rich and could support him, and she was one hell of a chunk of woman. But he was fed up playing nursemaid to her every whim.
She'd turned him into a bisexual, and he knew he was leaning more and more toward homosexualism every day. She no longer held any attraction for him, and he wished it was over. At any rate, he had no intention of bowing to her any longer.
The sound of the shower turning off drew him out of his own thoughts, and he reached for the bottle and poured himself another drink, hoping it would give him strength to tell her what he was going to do. Before he had a chance to raise it to his lips, Val walked into the room, her freshly toweled body glowing in the sunlight that drifted into the room through the window.
Their eyes met, and Scott sucked in a deep breath before he spoke.
"It's all over, Val."
The statement came out as a whisper, and Scott cursed under his breath. Val walked over to the table and poured herself a drink; then she looked down at him.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Her strident tone gave Scott a little more strength.
"Exactly what it sounds like. I've had it ... I'm fed to the teeth with the way you use me. I'm through ... finished."
He stood up and walked across the room, then entered the bedroom. He was anxious to get away from her, a little afraid of what she might do. To his surprise Val didn't even lash out at him; she merely followed him into the bedroom and watched him as he began to shove his things into a suitcase. Scott avoided her eyes as he hurriedly packed.
Finally Val spoke.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Scott looked up at her and tried to show determination.
"I'm packing, and then I'm going to get the hell out of here. I'm through performing for you and your sex-crazed friends."
Val raised the glass to her lips and took a drink, and; then she began to laugh. Scott did his best to ignore! her, but the cruel laughter sent a shiver up his spine: He took it for a while; then he couldn't stand it any longer. He spun around to face her.
"What's so funny about that?"
Val took another swig from her glass, then set i down.
"Simple ... just where do you think you're going to run to. Aren't you forgetting that you'll have to get the money from me to go with? You've never done a day's work in your life; you couldn't look after yourself for five minutes."
Scott felt himself beginning to shake. He knew her shouldn't let her get him on the defensive, but it was too late; he had to answer her statement.
"I can always find something; I'm not completely useless, you know."
"And live in the style I've kept you accustomed to?"
Val chuckled and walked over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and took out a small photo album; then she opened it up and held it out in front of him.
"Suppsoing you did manage to find something-which I doubt-are you forgetting these? How long do you think anybody would keep you on the payroll after I sent them these?"
Scott stared at the pictures, which depicted himself and various others in several sexual poses; and his heart sank. He sat down on the end of the bed and looked up at her.
"I'll go so far you'll never find me."
Val sensed that she had won, and she couldn't resist pushing him down a little further.
"Who are you trying to kid, Scott? I've got the money to have private dicks dig you out of anywhere; and you know I will too, don't you lover? You're too much fun to lose; I don't give my toys away...."
Scott bent his head and looked down at the thick rug on the bedroom floor. He knew only too well that Val would go to any expense in order to keep on top in everything. He shook his head slowly and stood up.
"Okay, Val ... I guess I was just a little upset...."
Val's cruel laughter filled the room again.
"Oh no, Scotty, boy, you don't get off that easily."
He looked up at her. Val smiled and parted her legs. Her hands snaked down over her sides and slipped between her open thighs, and she reached for the outer lips of her cunt. She played with them for a second, stroking lovingly; then she opened them and leaned back against the wall.
"On your hands and knees, Scotty-over here-and eat like you've never eaten before."
Scott was close to getting sick. He wished he could just tell her to go to hell, but he knew her temper ... he knew he was no match for her. He was trapped, and he knew he would never get out, unless....
He began to move toward her to do her bidding. At the same time his mind was working feverishly. There was only that one way; she had left him no choice. First, he had to find a man that he could love; then, he had to kill her!
Penny was on her third cup of coffee when Ron finished his shower and came out onto the patio. He had slipped into tight trunks that hugged his body closely, and Penny found herself thinking back to when they had first met. He was a handsome man, and the sight of his powerful body left little doubt about his virility. That long ago the sight of him would have thrilled and warmed her, but now it just added to her determination not to be hurt again.
Ron moved across to the small table where Penny had set the coffee pot. He didn't look at her as he poured himself a cup; instead he looked out toward the lake. He knew what he wanted to get across to her, and yet he was unsure of what to say.
He had always been able to manipulate her, and normally he would have approached the task he had set himself with confidence; but after seeing Penny take to the sex session the way she had the day before, he was uncertain of how she felt. The only thing that made him sure he had a chance was the fact that she had left the orgy early. Obviously, she had been .upset about something.
Neither of them spoke as he added the sugar and cream to his coffee; then he turned to her as he lifted the mug to his lips. Their eyes met over the rim, and what he saw there frightened him a little. He had never seen such determination in her face before.
He took a deep gulp of the strong coffee; then he set the mug down on the table. His first statement would simply be a sounding tool.
"What did you think of yesterday?"
Penny almost answered without thinking, but she stopped herself. All their lives together, she had spoken exactly what she thought, being honest with him; but it had gotten her nowhere. She was intrigued by the way he was acting, and she wanted to see what he was leading up to before she committed herself.
Her answer was just as vague as his question.
"Why?"
Ron was a little taken aback. He had never known her to be so careful in their conversation, and he sensed that he would have to go slowly if he wanted to achieve his goal.
He lifted his mug to his lips again and drank, letting his mind sort out his next words before he spoke.
"I'm sorry for getting you into that, yesterday. It was a mistake."
Penny did her best to hide the surprise she felt. She hadn't expected him to have second thoughts about her participation in the swapping session. He had been working up to swapping for months, and she knew it.
She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table beside her and tapped one out; then she stuck it between her lips and lit it. There was an uncomfortable silence; then she exhaled and turned to face him.
"What makes you think it was a mistake?"
Ron shrugged.
"You left early. I should have known that you weren't the kind for that sort of thing. I've been wrong about a lot of things in the past, but getting you over there was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I thought about it all last night; that's why I got out of there as soon as I could and came back here."
Penny felt the anger building in her, and she spat her words at him.
"Who the hell are you trying to kid? You loved every minute of it, Ron, and you didn't give me a thought until you'd had your fill of sex with them. Don't try to play the martyr with me; it's too late for that."
Ron stared at her in disbelief for a second. He had worked everything out so carefully; yet she had taken him off guard. He had always been able to mold her thought, so he decided to give it everything he had. He set his cup down and moved over toward her. Penny made no attempt to back away as he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her buttocks in his palms; but when he bent his head to kiss her, she laughed in his face and twisted free.
Ron stood before her, a look of surprise covering his face. Penny laughed again; then she took a drag off her cigarette and exhaled it.
"I told you it was too late, Ron. I'm sick and tired of being the faithful wife waiting at home till all hours of the morning for you to come home from your sex binges. That's all finished now-"
Ron cut her off, eager to stop her before she said too much.
"You're right, honey ... I made up my mind last night. I'm finished with that kind of thing. From now on, it's just you and me. You'll never have to wait for me again."
For a few seconds Penny didn't say anything. These were the words she had been waiting to hear for months; and now that he had said them, she wanted to savor them even if she did know that he was lying between his teeth. Two weeks ago these words would have meant a victory for Ron-even a day ago-but now she knew them for the lies they were.
Her voice was level and cold when she spoke.
"You're right, Ron; all that is over-but not in the way that you want it. Your little Penny has finally grown up and seen the world for what it is. You're wrong when you think I didn't enjoy what happened yesterday. I enjoyed it all right, just the way you've enjoyed it for years ... and do you know why?"
Ron started to speak, but she cut him off.
"I'll tell you ... like you, I don't give a damn about my mate any more either. From now on, both of us are going to get our fill of sex; I'm fed up with denying my sexual needs so you can have yourself a ball."
Ron shook his head.
"No, Penny ... for chrissake ... think...." Penny laughed at him. "Think ... THINK...." She shouted the words at him.
"What do you think I've been doing all those nights I spent alone? From now on, I'm getting my kicks wherever and whenever I can. If you want to come along, suit yourself. This afternoon I'm calling your little playmates and inviting them over, and you're going to see me do things you never dreamed I would do...."
She didn't give him a chance to answer her. Before he could speak, she had disappeared through the sliding glass doors that led into the cabin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
IT WAS JUST BEFORE NOON WHEN VAL shifted herself on the lounge and looked over toward Scott. The sun was beginning to get hotter, and the feel of the golden rays playing over her nude body began to reawaken her sexual desires.
She lifted her empty glass as a signal for Scott to refill it; and when he came over with the bottle, her eyes met his.
"I'm getting horny. I can't get our bronzed, god-like friend out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes I see that big cock of Mel's."
The mention of Mel's name caused Scott's hand to shake slightly and he hurried to finish pouring Val's drink. A picture of the well-hung man filled his mind, and Scott felt a tingling flash of electric-like need flash through him.
Mel could be the answer to his dreams. He could think of no other man he would reather spend the rest of his life with. He doubted if he could get Mel to welcome the acceptance of complete homosexuality, but he knew he would have to try to convert him.
He had spent a good deal of the morning trying to find a way to get close to Mel to make his pitch, and now Val had unwittingly given him the chance.
He lifted the bottle from Val's glass and set it down on the table before he spoke.
"Do you want me to see if I can get him to come over this afternoon?"
Val smiled.
"That was the idea."
Scott nodded and hurried into the cabin. A smile formed on his face as he picked up the phone.
He was about to return the phone to its cradle when it was finally answered. For a second he didn't reply; it surprised him to find someone other than Mel answering. Finally he spoke.
"This is Scott Collins ... is Mel there?"
There was a slight pause at the other end; then the definitely masculine but high-ptiched voice spoke on the other end.
"I'm sorry ... Mr. Russell isn't here at the moment. Could I take a message?"
Scott hesitated for a second.
"No ... that's fine; I'll phone later."
Scott stood holding the phone for a few seconds after it went dead in his hands. His mind whirled with different thoughts. A new hope filled him as he remembered the high-pitched, soft voice. Maybe he had been off base with Mel. Could it be that the well-built god with the big cock was hiding something-or, more accurately, someone? The thought thrilled him to the core.
It had to be; no other explanation made sense; and if it was true, he had every chance in the world to make it with Mel.
He dropped the phone into its cradle and walked slowly back out to the patio, letting a plan form in his mind. When Val looked up, he shook his head.
"No good; I didn't get an answer...."
He watched the disappointment fill Val's face; then he spoke again, seemingly more to himself than to her.
"I suppose I could go on down there. He's probably having a swim, but I don't feel like walking all the way over there just so you can get your kicks."
His statement got the result he had been looking for. Val shot up into a sitting position on the lounge, and her eyes flashed.
"You're damned right you'll go over there, and damned fast if you know what's good for you."
Scott added a little more fuel to the burning anger that filled his wife.
"The hell I will...."
Val stood up, and Scott feigned fear as she moved toward him. He lowered his head and shrugged. "Okay, you win...."
He turned and started down the steps at the end of the patio without waiting for her to speak again. Happiness and hope filled him, and a wide grin spread over his face as soon as he was around the cabin and heading quickly toward the beach.
Mel stretched and sat up. The beads of perspiration on his muscular flesh glistened in the hot sunlight, making his deeply bronzed body glow. He shifted his position slightly so he could look over the edge of the big bluff, and then he let his thoughts go back to Penny.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his mind. No matter what she had done, he still wanted her; and it was more than just a sexual want. Just the thought frightened him. Any man should learn his lesson after having one broad cheat on him, and yet here he was falling in love with a woman he knew indulged in every kind of sexual game whenever she could find it.
The thought of her standing nude before him caused him to groan; and he looked down at his swollen, throbbing cock arched upward between his thighs, the big knob free of its protective foreskin, and glistening in the sunlight.
He slammed his fist against the rock and stood up. He'd come up onto the bluff to think and let the hot rays of the sun cleanse and refresh his nude form, but he knew he couldn't solve the burning problem that filled him by running away from it. He wanted Penny, and she was worth whatever fight he would have to put up to get her.
He looked down at his stiff cock again and smiled. He was one hell of a lot of man, and he was sure that he could keep Penny happy. He'd dedicate his life to it if he had to.
The thought of spending the rest of his life between the sheets with the luscious blonde made him tingle with anticipation, and he turned and began to make his way back down the bluff toward the cabin.
Scott came by way of the beach, hoping to find Mel on the way; but he had no luck. Finally he turned away from the water and began to climb up the beach toward the cabin. He had wanted to find Mel alone, and he wasn't particularly pleased about the idea of finding Mel locked in the embrace of another man, but he knew he had to make his move now or forget it. If he had to compete for Mel, he would do it gladly.
He paused as he came to the last row of towering trees that offered him cover, a little uncertain about finishing what he had started ... a little hesitant about walking into the cabin and facing his competition. His eyes swept across the back of the cabin, and then he turned his head slightly and looked out toward the quiet lake below.
It was so peaceful, so natural; and he found an inner peace as he studied the vast silence of it. It felt good to have all the turmoil finally over, the indecision finished. He felt more like a man than ever before, and he couldn't help smiling as the realization swept through his mind. He had faced the fact that he was homosexual, and all that was left now was to find himself someone to share life with him.
He turned back to face the cabin, paused to fill his lungs with fresh air, then began to walk toward the cabin.
Tony reached for the taps and shut off the shower. He stepped out and picked up the neatly folded towel and began to dry himself, enjoying the feel of the rough towel on his skin. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. His eyes moved over his compact, hard body; and he tossed the towel onto the counter and placed his hands on his hips, posing happily.
He had finally done it, and now he felt certain that Mel would come around to his way of thinking. It was hard to believe, after so long, but it had happened.
The knock at the door brought him out of his own thoughts. He reached for the towel and wrapped it around his waist as he moved out of the bathroom and started across toward the door. He paused long enough to secure the towel; then he opened the door.
For a second there was an uncomfortable silence as Scott found himself studying the other man; then he finally found his voice.
"I'm Scott Collins ... I was looking for Mel...."
Tony felt a twinge of jealousy as he always did when another man showed an interest in Mel. His eyes moved over Scott's deeply tanned body and the snugly fitting trunks that hugged his flesh, doing little to cover his masculine attributes. He forced himself to push the jealousy aside, telling himself it was groundless.
"I'm Tony Fox, Mel's secretary. He went out to do a little sunbathing. I expect him back at any time; would you care to wait for him?"
Scott found his eyes resting on the bulge in the front of the towel before he realized what he was doing, and he forced himself to look back into Tony's eyes.
"Yes ... if you wouldn't mind."
Tony stepped back, and Scott walked inside and pushed the door closed behind him.
Tony waved in the direction of the coffee table in the center of the room.
"Help yourself to a drink while I slip into something; you caught me in the shower."
Scott nodded his thanks, but he made no move to the table as Tony turned around and started for the bedroom. Instead his eyes stayed on the well-built blond youth, glued to the round, muscular cheeks of his buttocks, obvious under the damp towel. It wasn't until Tony had disappeared from sight that he found he could move.
There was something about Tony that he couldn't put his finger on, something that told him the blond youth was homosexual. Maybe it was the fact that Tony's untanned skin was completely devoid of body hair, or maybe the pitch of his voice ... he couldn't be sure, but something made him know that Tony was homosexual.
The thought of actually meeting a man who was a true homosexual excited him. Here was his chance to test his sexual needs, a chance to see if this was what he really wanted. He felt his pulse quicken; and suddenly, without rationalizing it, he walked toward the bedroom.
Tony looked up toward the doorway, his face registering his surprise. He made no attempt to finish pulling on the shorts that were around his ankles as he stared at the massive bulge in the front of Scott's trunks. He could see the perfectly outlined cock, stiff and throbbing, and it sent a flash of desire through him.
The earlier session with Mel had left him satisfied in one way, and yet hornv in another; and the sight of this desirable and obviously ready male caused his own organ begin to harden immediately.
A smile formed on Scott's face as he watched Tony's organ beginning to grow. His eyes were glued to the glistening vermilion knob as it began to slip free of its protective foreskin. He didn't speak as he crossed the room and stopped just inches away from Tony; then he shoved his trunks down. His stiff cock was directly in front of Tony's face.
Instead of straightening up, Tony dropped to his knees; then, with a groan, he reached for the ripe cock in front of him and guided the thick knob into his mouth.
The sound of the ringing phone brought Val out of her half-sleep, and she turned over on the lounge. She began to open her mouth to call for Scott; then she remembered he'd gone over to get Mel. She let the phone ring once more; then she swore softly and got up to answer it.
She recognized Penny's voice the second she heard it, and was immediately on guard. There was something in Penny's tone that both surprised and excited her, and she was put completely at sea with Penny's first statement.
"Game for a little fun, honey?"
Val took a second to collect her thoughts before answering.
"Sure, I'm always game ... what did you have in mind?"
Penny chuckled throatily. "You'd be surprised...."
She let the sentence drag for effect before she spoke again.
"How about you and Scott coming over here for the afternoon?"
Val was about to tell her that Scott was out, but she changed her mind.
"Sounds great ... give us ten minutes."
There was a pause; then Penny's husky voice filled Val's ear.
"Hurry...."
Just the sound of it sent shivers of expectation up Val's back. She could envision Penny's small, lush, blonde form quivering with desire; and it sent flames of need raging through her.
The phone went dead in her hand; and she slowly dropped it back into the cradle, still finding it hard to believe that Penny could be so eager. She tossed it around in her mind, looking for a reason; but she couldn't find one. It was obviously true, though-and that was all that mattered.
She glanced at her watch and cursed Scott for not being there. She didn't want to go without him-not that she gave a damn about him, but because she was sure that Penny wanted both of them.
She decided to give Scott ten minutes; and if he hadn't shown up by then, she would go without him. She could always say that he was coming later.
CHAPTER NINE
MEL ARCHED HIS MUSCULAR BODY, THEN jumped down off the small bank and onto the gravel road. He glanced up and down the road; then he started across toward the cabin. He stopped beside the Continental and reached for the door handle; then he changed his mind and began walking around the left side of the cabin.
He had intended to take the car down to Penny's to see her, but he didn't really want to barge in on her and Ron. It would be better if he approached from the beach; that way he could find out what was going on before he went in.
The thought of Penny's husband brought a twinge of conscience to him, and he rubbed his hands against his hips as he walked past the cabin and started down toward the beach. He didn't like what he was going to do. He hadn't liked another man doing it to him, and he wasn't proud of the fact that he was about to do exactly the same thing.
He had justified it to himself by telling himself that Penny didn't love Ron, and that he was a worthless bastard anyway; but that didn't really justify it, and he knew it. On the other hand, there just didn't seem to be anything else to do. He knew he couldn't give Penny up-not now-that much was obvious to him. After what he'd seen her doing, he was still eager to have her for his own; and if that hadn't been enough to stop him, Ron certainly wouldn't.
As he reached the beach, he raised his right hand and brushed away the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. He lifted his eyes and looked up at the hot afternoon sun, and he smiled. One thing he had to do before he did anything else was take a swim and rinse away the hours of perspiration that had been his offering to the rays of the roasting sun. He broke into a run and dove into the still water, welcoming the cool feel of it against his skin.
Penny showed her disappointment openly when she opened the door and found Val alone. Val sensed the disappointment instantly, and she hurriedly spoke.
"Scott was tied up; he'll be along in a minute."
Penny stepped back to let Val inside, and she did the best she could to hide her displeasure about Scott's inability to attend from Ron. She was determined to show him she was serious about getting her kicks wherever she could; and if she had to do it without Scott, she would.
When she turned to face them after closing the door, she found them staring at each other, both obviously surprised at the way she was acting. She got a strange, wonderful feeling about having them off guard, and she smiled as she walked over to them.
"Well, what are we waiting for? I didn't expect you two to be slow about getting the show on the road. Get out of your clothes while I fix us something to drink."
Val waited until Penny had disappeared into the small kitchen; the she looked back at Ron.
"What the hell's come over her?" Ron shrugged and stood up. "I wish I knew."
Val's eyes moved over his muscular body and the outline of his cock and balls under the tight, form-fitting knit trunks. She felt a jolt of excitement and shook
"Who gives a damn ... let's make the best of it."
Ron was still a little uncertain; but the instant Val reached out and grasped his lax cock, he didn't give a damn. He let out a groan and slipped his arms around her, hauling her in close to him.
Val responded with a moan and began to rotate her slightly rounded belly against the now growing bulge in his trunks. She tilted her head upward; and Ron's mouth met hers eagerly, his tongue driving between her parted teeth and finding hers. Val moaned and slowly moved her hands down over his back until her fingers were resting on the waistband of his trunks. She let them play there for a few seconds; then they slipped beneath the snug material and slipped lower to cup his buttocks.
Their bodies ground together, and finally Ron pushed her away gently and stepped back. He shoved his thumbs into the top of his trunks and pushed them down. His stiff cock surged upward from the constricting material and thudded against the matt of shimmering blond hair on his belly with a resounding smack. Val's eyes were glued to the hard rod as it began to sway proudly in front of her. Ron stood, letting her inspect him for a few seconds; then he reached for her and his hands snaked around to the clasp of her bikini top. He unsnapped it; and it fell free of her huge breasts, letting the already-hard nipples pop free.
He moved his hands to them immediately, palming them, and enjoying the hard feel of her taut nipples digging into his palms. The sound of Penny's voice broke their concentration, and Val turned to face her as she entered.
"Well ... you may be slow starters, but once you get going...."
She didn't bother to finish the sentence. Instead, she set the drinks down on the table beside her.
"I guess these can wait for a while."
Her eyes moved from Ron's stiff, throbbing cock to Val, and she smiled.
"Let me get the bottoms...."
In an instant, she had dropped to her knees in front of Val, and her hands were busily stripping away the brief bottoms of Val's bikini. The feel of Val's hot flesh against the front of his body reminded Ron of the fire that burned in him, and he let his hands slip under Val's arms and cup her full breasts again. He began to massage and lift the giant mounds as he rubbed his thick cock against the soft, but firm cheeks of her ass.
Val moaned and lifted first one leg and then the other to let Penny remove the bottom of her bikini completely. The feel of Ron's hot cock rubbing against her filled her with excitement, but she wasn't quite ready for Penny's next move.
At first she couldn't believe what was happening; then she looked down and watched as Penny burrowed her head between Val's thighs. She parted her legs slightly and then let out a moan of pleasure as she felt Penny's tongue slip between her open moist cuntlips and begin to probe.
Ron had no idea what was going on, and he didn't really give it much thought; all that was important to him was the feel of Val moving against him. He let his hands slip down her sides slowly, and then moved them between their tightly locked bodies and began to knead the firm, resilient flesh of Val's buttocks.
Val moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny begin to work on her in earnest. The feel of Ron's hands and cock against her buttocks added to the pleasure, and soon she began to whimper with delight.
Ron felt his blood begin to boil, and he moved his left hand down to part the hot cheeks against his stiff cock; then he moved his right hand back to the smooth flesh and began to rub his fingers up and down in the deep valley between them.
Val moved her hands around behind her and pulled Ron in closer as she felt him beginning to stroke and probe at her back door. The combined sensation was indescribably exciting. Ron needed no more encouragement; his index finger found the tight hole nestled warmly between her cheeks, and he pushed it in slowly, tantalizingly, teasing the puckered orifice. In three strokes he had it buried in her ass, and Val began to twist and rotate back against him.
Ron groaned and let his lips caress her bronzed shoulder as he withdrew his finger and reached for his thick cock. He guided the huge knob to her anus, and then drove his hips forward.
Val let out a cry of pain as she felt the massive, throbbing knob rip into her, but the feel of Penny's now frantically pistoning tongue soon overcame the pain with pleasure, and then Ron was going deeper.... ... and stroking back and forth ... and going deeper.....and his huge luscious knob was throbbing ... and going deeper....
Suddenly nothing else mattered to Val but the wondrous feel of it, probing the very depths of her bowels while Penny's tongue searched for and found her taut clitoris and encircled it ... polished it....
Val let out a shriek of ecstatic pleasure, and her body shuddered as she shot over the top. Instantly Ron groaned with animal delight and lashed his hips forward, driving his huge, jerking cock up to the heavy balls into her. The instant his nuts came into contact with the hot cheeks of her ass, a huge deluge of thick, creamy love juice gushed forth from the head of his cock and shot against the walls of her bowels, doubling her pleasure.
Scott walked into the living room; then he turned around to face Tony. Their eyes met for a second; then he sat down on the couch facing Tony.
"Come here...."
Tony hesitated for a second, but the fire that burned in his loins was too much for him to fight. He walked across to the couch; and Scott leaned forward, opening his mouth as he moved.
His hands grasped Tony's muscular buttocks and pulled him nearer as his lips closed, imprisoning Tony's stiff, throbbing organ. He worked on it slowly, lovingly-polishing, sucking.
His hands moved continuously, stroking, kneading Tony's buttocks; and in seconds Tony was moaning with pleasure. He had needed this so badly, especially after Mel had let him....
Mel!
The thought churned through his mind; and as it did, it doubled his pleasure. Instantly the eager mouth gobbling his cock wasn't Scott's; it was Mel's. He groaned and began to move his hips back and forth, letting Scott strip his hard cock as he rotated his head. He felt the dam bursting; and he reached for Scott's head and pulled it closer to him, driving his jerking rod deep into the other man's throat.
Scott swallowed eagerly as the hot, creamy fluid spurted forth; then he pushed Tony backward and pulled him to the floor. Without relinquishing his hold m on the still spurting organ, he spun around and offered Tony his own thick cock. Tony took it eagerly, sucking it between his sensuous lips; and then they were lost in the pleasure they were giving and receiving.
Any thoughts of apprehension about Penny's involvement had left Ron's mind the second he'd buried his thick cock into Val's ass. Now, as he receovered from the session, he smiled and downed the drink Penny had prepared earlier.
When he had finished it, he set the empty glass down and moved over to the center of the room. He dropped down onto the thick carpet and stretched out on his back; then he encircled his still hard cock with his right hand and looked up at them.
"C'mon, girls ... there's room for two of you...." Val moved instantly, straddling his hips; then she dropped down to claim his throbbing tool with her flowing cunt. Their cries of pleasure mingled as she dropped down on him, burying his thick rod in her box.
Penny stared at them for a few seconds; then she walked over and straddled Ron's face. There was something about the idea of covering him with her cunt that appealed to her, and she dropped downward onto his face. His lips parted, and his tongue probed eagerly at her hot orifice. Soon Penny's cries of need matched the others in the room.
Val let the little muscles deep inside her hot box contract and release Ron's deeply buried cock, and she was rewarded by his muffled groans of delight as she nibbled at the knob probing her very depths. The feel of it sent a shiver of delight through her; and she began to twist herself slowly above him, rotating her firm buttocks against his thighs and belly.
For a split second Ron felt as though she would rip his massive tool off; but the sensations caused by her tantalizing muscles gripping his throbbing knob, coupled with the new feel given by her rotating body, thrilled him beyond relief. It was as though his burning shaft was caught in a searing vise of quivering flesh. His mind went blank except for the wonder of what he was receiving, and he strove to give Penny the same pleasure.
His tongue moved slowly around the inside of her open cunt, probing, exploring; and then he began to stroke it in and out, letting it go as deep as possible on each inward thrust. Penny's appreciation was obvious in the movements of her body as she bounced and clamped his head with her golden thighs.
The act she had peformed on Val had roused Penny's sexual needs, and she was oblivious to all else in the room as Ron paid homage to her broiling chasm. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as the moans of ecstatic delight escaped through her clenched teeth.
Finally Ron could hold back the flood of release no longer, and he filled the room with a muffled cry of animal pleasure as he pistoned his hips up off the deep carpet and emptied his broiling loins in a volley of volcanic eruption, bringing Val to her climax and sending shudders of pure pleasure through her.
Ron's teeth cut into the tender flesh of Penny's cunt as he went, and the feel of it was enough to send her over with them. She moaned with pleasure as shivers of delight ripped through her; and she ground her hips downward, inviting the stabbing thrusts of Ron's hot tongue.
Finally they dropped downward in a mass of perspiration-covered flesh and fought for breath.
Tony raised himself up onto one elbow as he took the glass from Scott's outstretched hand. Their eyes met, and Scott smiled.
"I've been looking for you for a long time."
Scott took a gulp of the Scotch, then set the glasses down on the carpet beside him.
"Yes, both of us needed that. It was good."
Scott's grin broadened as he lifted his glass to his lips and drank deeply. He savored the booze, at the same time running his eyes over Tony's body and savoring it too.
"Good ... it was fabulous. I wasn't completely sure before now, but I haven't got a doubt left."
Tony was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. He had been involyed in plenty of homosexual affairs, and there had been plenty of times that he and his lovers had shared endearments-but it was always when they were deeply aroused. Scott was treating it too intimately for his liking.
He took another drink and then sat up and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. Scott took the one he offered; then he used the table lighter to light the two of them.
Scott began to sense Tony's uneasiness as he exhaled a deep cloud of smoke, and he searched his mind for the reason. Before he could speak, Tony got to his feet.
"Look, I don't want to rush you or anything, but we should get dressed before Mel comes back."
Scott flicked the ash of his cigarette and then looked up at Tony. .
"Why? Doesn't he know?"
Tony had disappeared into the bedroom, but returned in a second with a pair of trunks in his hand. He didn't answer Scott right away; instead he pulled the trunks on.
"If you mean, does he know I'm gay ... yes, he knows."
Scott shrugged.
"So what are you worried about? I assure you, I don't care if he finds us like this." Tony turned around to face him. "Well, I do."
Scott looked up at him in surprise. "You just said he knew. Why the hell should you care if...."
Then it struck him. He had been right in the first place; Mel and Tony were lovers. The realization shook him, even though he had felt it might be true. When he spoke, it was almost to himself.
"Then you two make it together...."
Tony reached for his drink and dropped into the chair behind him.
"I only wish we did...."
Scott looked up at him and shook his head.
"You're not making any sense."
Tony looked over at him as if seeing him for the first time. He didn't say anything for a second; then he shrugged.
"Oh, it's a long story. It doesn't really concern you anyway."
Scott stood up and crossed over to the chair. "You're damned right it does...." Tony's face filled with surprise as he looked up into Scott's eyes.
"How the hell do you figure that? Just because we got our rocks off together, it doesn't mean you own me.
Scott dropped his hands down to his sides in frustration. He turned around and went back over to the couch to sit down. His hand found the drink on the table, and he lifted it to his lips and drained it. He stared down at the empty glass for a second; then he spoke.
"No, I guess it doesn't. I wish it did."
Tony sensed the sincerity in his words, and some of the harshness disappeared from his voice as he spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Scott looked up at him and smiled weakly.
"I think I'm in love with you, that's all."
Tony was too surprised to say anything for a few seconds. Finally he sat forward in his chair and spoke.
"We just ... how the hell could you fall in love with me in that short oeriod of time?"
Scott shrugged.
"That's a long story too."
Tony had been going through hell with his feelings for Mel for years. He was tempted to tell Scott that he didn't know what he was talking about, but knowing how he'd wanted Mel and not having been able to have him, he pitied anyone who might find himself in that position. Scott's attraction for him couldn't possibly be as deep as his feelings for Mel were; yet he could sympathize with his new-found friend.
"Look, Scott ... I'm sorry; I really am. I think you're a nice guy; and as far as what we had, it was great. But I'm really hung up on Mel. He doesn't go for me, but I think I'm beginning to win him over to my way of thinking. This is something I've been trying to do for years, and I can't just toss it aside."
Scott stood up and crossed the room, then bent down I to pick up his trunks. He pulled them on, then turned to face Tony.
"You know, it's ironical. I came here figuring to get Mel, and thinking you were my competition; and it ends up that I want you, and suddenly Mel's the competition. Nothing ever works for me...."
Before Tony could answer him, he was gone, leaving the cabin door open behind him. As he reached the gravel roadway, he heard Tony call his name; but he ignored it and broke into a run, heading back toward his own cabin. He covered the distance quickly, and he was out of breath by the time he opened the door and went inside.
He called Val's name half-heartedly; and when he got no answer, he went out to the patio.
She was nowhere in sight, so he walked over to the side of the patio and looked for the car. When he saw that it was gone, he went back into the cabin; and this time he saw the note sitting on the coffee table.
He picked it up and read it carefully, finding it difficult to concentrate after Tony's rejection.
It wasn't a suggestion or an invitation to join her at Ron and Penny's; it was a command. For a split-second he thought of ignoring it, but now he didn't even have the strength of a chance for another man to fall back on. He had been rejected, and his confidence in himself was slashed to the bone.
He let the note drop back to the table; then he moved across the room to the kitchen and reached for the bottle sitting on the small bar. He poured out a generous supply of Scotch into the glass beside the bottle; then he lifted it to his lips and drained it. He cursed softly as he recapped the bottle; then he turned and started back toward the roadway.
CHAPTER TEN
MEL'S EYES SWEPT OVER THE CABIN, AND the two cars parked in front. He had hoped Penny would be alone, but it was obvious that there were others besides Ron with her. He recognized the red Corvette as Scott and Val's, and the picture that formed in his mind as he imagined what was going on inside made him shudder.
He was intent on his thoughts that he almost didn't see Scott coming down the road toward him. He was just able to back into the undergrowth before Scott approached him.
Scott hesitated at the door of the cabin. He wasn't in the mood for what he knew he would find inside, and once again he was tempted to rebel against Val's command.
After a moment's reflection, he sucked in a deep breath of air and knocked on the door. Almost immediately he heard Penny's voice from inside.
"C'mon in ... it's open."
He pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. Although he was prepared to find them making love, the sight of Ron flat on his back in the center of the room with Val's hungry mouth clamped around his stiff cock surprised him a little. He stood staring at Ron's twisting body and passion-contorted face as Penny crossed over toward him.
His eyes met hers, and she smiled as her hands snaked out and cupped the bulge at the crotch of his trunks.
"Mmmm ... I'm glad you got here."
Despite the way he was feeling, Scott felt himself responding to her touch; and his thick cock began to grow under the tight material.
Penny's smile widened as she felt him getting an erection. She nodded her head toward the couple on the floor, and Scott looked over at them just in time to see Ron jacknife his hips up off the floor and empty his spurting cock into Val's throat. The sight sent a flame of desire through Scott, and he groaned under the influence of Penny's massaging fingers.
The sight spurred Penny on too. She knew that Ron would be back to normal in a few minutes, and she wanted to give him an eyeful when he looked over at them. Up to this point Ron had taken everything in stride, and she was determined to shock him with her activities.
She removed her hands from Scott's crotch; and in one swift motion she dragged his tight trunks down to his knees, exposing his long stiff rod. Scott let out a groan as it surged free, and Penny dropped to her knees in the deep-piled carpet between his slightly spread legs. Before he knew what was happening, she had grasped his hot cock at the base and was burying it between her open lips.
Scott moaned with pleasure as he felt it slipping through her sensuous lips, and he closed his eyes and imagined it was Tony blowing him. His hands moved lout and found the back of Penny's head, pulling her in closer. As she started to polish the pulsing, heart-shaped head of his cock with her tongue, he started rotating her head and pulling his hips back and forth to draw his organ in and out of her molten moist orifice.
Penny's hands snaked up the inside of Scott's thighs, slowly, tantilizingly, in small circling patterns; and then they found and cupped his heavy balls, weighing and lifting them as her mouth worked on his straining cock.
Val raised herself up off the floor and collapsed back into the chair behind her, licking her lips. Ron grinned and rolled over. He got up on his hands and knees and began crawling over to her. Val moved her hands to her breasts and began stroking her own eraser-hard nipples; then she lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the chair in anticipation as he neared her.
Ron made straight for her gaping box. He burrowed his head between her thighs and let his tongue slip into her. He made a few exploratory probes, and then found her erect clitoris and began to lap. Val went wild with pleasure, and her hands filled with his hair as she pulled his face tighter against her moist, open cunt.
Val was more than ready for the assault, and it took only a few seconds for her to reach her climax. The room filled with her animal cries of ecstasy as she shot over the top under Ron's experienced caresses. He stayed with her twisting body until she finally dropped back to the chair in satisfied exhaustion; then he raised his head from between her wet thighs and sat back on his heels, panting for breath.
Ron's huge cock had grown stiff again during the time he was working on Val, and he was ready to plunge it into hot, clutching flesh. He reached forward for Val and hauled her down off the chair. Val's huge breasts heaved with the pleasure she had just received as she stretched out on her back on the thick carpet Ron spread her legs and moved in between then clutching his throbbing cock in his right hand.
He guided the purplish, heart-shaped knob into her open cunt and drove it in with one vicious stroke, burying it to the balls in her gaping hole. His head bent back as he groaned with the pleasure of it; and when he opened his eyes, he found Penny facing him, straddling Val's hips and arching her thighs forward to him.
He instantly sensed what she wanted and he moved his head forward, letting his tongue slip through the moist mat of blonde fluff and into her hot chasm. Penny let out a moan of delight, arched her back, and shuddered with eagerness to receive his oral caress.
From where Scott was standing, he could watch the marvelous mounds of Penny's buttocks contracting with the pleasure she was receiving. Just the sight of the lush hillocks quivering with passion sent his blood boiling through his veins. His limp cock shuddered and then began to grow with renewed need.
He raised his right hand to his mouth and began to transfer saliva to the knob of his rigid member as he moved across to them. He moved directly up behind Penny's twitching buttocks, straddling Val; and there he reached for the resilient mounds and began to caress and knead them passionately.
Penny welcomed the feel of his hot palms on her flesh, and she began to whimper with delight as Ron's probing tongue began to stroke in and out of her in earnest. The sound of their husky, labored breathing spurred Scott on; and he parted Penny's cheeks am guided his burning tool between them, pushing that thick knob against the tight, puckered hole hidden deeply in the soft valley of flesh. His hips surged forward, and Penny let out a cry as she felt the massive, throbbing head force into her tight anus.
Scott's hands found her hips and pulled her back to him as he drove further into her, welcoming her hot, clutching flesh around his surging cock. It was tight, and it took him several strokes, but finally he gave her everything he had, and his hot balls slapped against her buttocks with every stroke of his mighty cock into her ass.
Val was watching each drive of Scott's cock into Penny's rear entrance, and the sight added to the pleasure she was getting from Ron's hammering cock. She moaned and twisted below him, rotating her hips and getting the most out of his pistoning organ. She fought to hold off the crisis she felt coming, but it was no use. When it came, she let out a cry of delight and surged upward against Ron, driving his cock up to the heavy balls in her burning cunt.
The feel of her grasping his knob deep inside shoved Ron over the top, and his muffled moan of delight filled the room as he spurted forth his load. As the second stream of love juice cut into Val, Ron's tongue found Penny's clitoris and worked on it feverishly. The result was immediate, and Penny gurgled with pleasure as she shot over the top. The contracting muscles of her anus were all that Scott needed to push him over the top, and he buried his cock into her as thick creamy fluid spurted forth from the end of his twitching tool and gushed deep into Penny's bowels, doubling the wonderful sensation that ripped through her body.
Mel's ears strained as the sounds drifted across from the cabin. He had been half-hoping that his fears were groundless, but there was no mistaking the lust in the noises emitting from the cabin.
He hadn't intended to enter the cabin until he could get Penny alone so he could talk to her, but he couldn't stand by any longer and let this go on. He moved out from the cover of the underbrush and started toward the cabin. When he reached the door, he didn't bother to knock; he just pushed it open and stepped inside.
The four of them were in the middle of the living room floor, a mass of perspiration-covered flesh obviously still lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The sight of them both shocked and excited him.
If Penny hadn't been one of the participants, he would have been aroused by the sight of their nude, glowing bodies; as it was, his body reacted physically to the scene, but his mind was revolted by it. He was at a loss for words as he kicked the door shut. The sound of it closing drew the attention of the couples on the floor, and Val smiled when she saw him.
"Well, now the party's complete. Mmmm ... we can really swing now."
A shiver of panic swept through Penny when she saw him. She started to move away from the others and tried to find words to explain; then she remembered her decision not to get herself involved with another man the way she had with Ron.
Mel's eyes found hers, and she could sense his shock and disapproval. For a split second she almost weakened again; then she remembered what he had called her on their last meeting, how he had taken her last grain of hope and destroyed it. It was too late now. Her face hardened, and she smiled.
"The man of the hour has arrived...."
Her words dripped with sarcasm, and she knew Mel felt them cut into him. He wanted to say something ... to explain to her how he felt ... but it was impossible with the others around.
Penny stood up and spread her legs slightly, putting her hands on her hips. She arched herself toward him as if offering her tight pink slit; then her smile broadened.
"Well, what are you waiting for, lover? There it is; I come and get it...."
Mel stared at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. He felt sick, and yet he couldn't help the feeling of desire that began to well up in him. The sight of her lush body offered to him was what he had been dreaming of for hours, and he couldn't deny the animal magnetism of it.
A conflict raged in his mind as he stood staring across at her, and the others were silent as if sensing there was something between these two. Finally Mel raised his eyes from the damp blonde curls between her invitingly open thighs and looked directly into hers.
"If that's the way you want it...."
He didn't finish the statement but she knew what he meant. He stuck his thumbs into the waist-band of his tight trunks and shoved them off; then he kicked them aside and spread his feet slightly. He stood facing her, his hands on his hips; and his massive organ stood out proudly. The foreskin had slipped back to reveal the huge vermilion knob, and it glistened as it pulsed rhythmically.
He watched Penny's breasts begin to rise and fall more rapidly as her eyes rested on his gently swaying cock, and a smile formed on his face.
"You want it, baby, you come and get it ... "
Penny sensed the challenge in his words. For a split second she almost went to him. She could almost feel the giant cock filling her again, and the memory of how good it had been filled her.
But she held herself in check, refusing to give in to him. She would show him that she didn't need a man who called her a whore. Their eyes met and locked; and then Mel turned his head and looked down at Val, who was stretched out on the floor.
"Looks like she doesn't want it, baby. How about you?"
Val didn't need to be asked twice. She sensed that she was being used somehow, but she didn't give a damn. Her eyes couldn't leave the mammoth cock that swayed gently between Mel's muscular thighs, and she wanted it more than she wanted anything else.
She scrambled to her feet quickly and moved over to him. Mel took her into his arms in one swift motion and bent his head to meet her eager lips. They parted for his probing tongue, and he felt hers intertwining with his as they molded together and trapped his massive organ between them. Val's hands worked over his shoulders, then down his back and cupped his muscular buttocks. Mel returned the favor, tracing light, tantilizing circles with his fingers down to the luscious mounds of her ass. He cupped the cheeks lovingly and began to rotate her lower body against him, letting her feel the immense pressure of his cock.
Penny felt tears threatening as she watched them locked in the passionate embrace, and she fought to hold them back. Ron sat up on his heels as he watched them, and a grin formed on his face.
"Man, I thought it would take an hour to get another hard-on, but watching those two is fantastic."
He bent his head to look down at his swollen prick, and then he stood up and walked over to Penny.
"C'mon, baby, I need some loving."
Penny only half-heard what he was saying as she watched Mel haul Val down to the carpet. She felt Ron's hands on her as he urged her down to the floor; and she welcomed him, wanting to get her mind off what was going on across from her. She closed her eyes and dropped down to the carpet with Ron. He rolled her over onto her back, and then moved in between her parted thighs. His groan of pleasure filled Penny's ears as he guided his cock into her waiting cunt.
Almost simultaneously she heard Val moan with delight as Mel pistoned his hips forward and began to hammer his huge prick into her. Penny tried to block the sound of pleasure from her mind and concentrate on what Ron was doing, but she found she had no interest in his sexual assault ... there was nothing. She began to feign passion, not wanting the others to sense her unhappiness; and as she did, Scott got up off the floor and moved over to them. He paused for a second, watching Ron's muscular buttocks moving back and forth; then he dropped to his knees behind Ron and reached for the quivering cheeks.
Ron paused long enough to let Scott get his aim.
"Christ, man, yes ... shove it in there...."
Penny opened her eyes; and the second she saw Scott behind Ron, she froze. The horror of it all, of all the despicable acts, coupled with the sounds of Mel and Val, all culminated in her mind at once; and she called on all the strength she could muster and twisted free from under Ron.
He looked at her in surprise for a second; then Scott shoved his hips forward, and Ron groaned. Suddenly he didn't give a damn about what was bugging Penny this time; he didn't care about anything but the feel of Scott moving in him.
Penny stood up and moved over to the wall. She leaned against it for support as she fought for breath; then her eyes rested on Mel and Val.
Mel was driving into her slowly, effortlessly giving her pleasure. Their eyes met, and he saw her tears.
Instantly he ceased to move, and Val opened her eyes and looked up at him. He ignored her as he watched Penny move over to the chair and pick up her bikini and begin to pull it on. Val felt his cock going soft in her, and she reached for his buttocks and tried to urge him into action.
Mel looked back at her as he pulled his hips back, drawing his huge prick out of her. Val sobbed with need and tried to pull him back.
"Oh god, don't quit now ... I need you...."
Mel's face hardened.
"You don't need anyone, baby ... just yourself."
He turned his head to look at Penny, and she was nowhere in sight. He sensed immediately what she was going to do, and panic seized him. He sprang to his feet and ran across to the open cabin door. As he broke into the sunlight, he saw her turning around the side of the cabin and heading for the beach, and he broke into a run.
Val whimpered with need and rolled over onto her belly as she began to crawl across the room toward Ron and Scott. Within seconds she had twisted her way in under Ron and sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth. Her legs parted; and Ron bent over her, letting his tongue slip into her cunt as Scott continued to stroke in and out of him.
Scott tightened his grip on Ron as he felt the climax approaching. He clenched his teeth and moaned with pleasure as his cock jerked and spewed forth its load into Ron's bowels. Volley after volley poured forth, and then Scott pulled his cock free and fought for control of himself.
He watched Ron and Val for a few seconds; then he stood up and walked over to the bathroom.
Within seconds he was under the hot spray, welcoming the feel of it on his body. He was happier than he could ever remember being. He had caught the unspoken feeling between Penny and Mel, and he knew it meant only one thing. Now he could have what he wanted, and nothing could stop him. He was no longer worried about Val; she could do her worst, and it wouldn't make any difference now. A picture of Tony's beautiful body filled his mind; and he lathered himself quickly, eager to finish the shower and get on his way to see Tony.
Mel caught Penny halfway down the hill toward the beach. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to a stop. She spun around in his grasp, and her eyes flashed with anger. "Let me go!"
Mel shook her, none too gently.
"What the hell for? So you can go down there and finish the job I stopped the first time we met?"
Penny felt control returning to her slowly, and she began to breathe more easily. Her voice softened a little when she spoke again.
"What the hell do you care?"
Mel didn't say anything.
Her eyes met his.
"Let me go ... you don't give a damn anyway. I'm a slut, remember?"
Mel caught her on the cheek with his open palm. Instantly Penny felt the fight leave her. She raised her hand to her cheek and looked up at him helplessly.
Mel started to walk, half-dragging her along with him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.
"Keep your mouth shut. You're coming with me if I have to drag you all the way. I'm fed up with this bloody, senseless game of cat and mouse. You're not going anywhere until we talk this thing out."
Penny sucked in a deep breath of air and struggled to stop herself from shaking. Once again she felt understanding and warmth from him, and it was enough to give her a flicker of hope again.
They were silent all the way to Mel's cabin. It wasn't until they were inside and he had pushed her into a chair that he broke the silence.
"Tony...."
Tony came out of the bedroom, his face alive with expectation; but his expression changed as he saw Penny. He was about to speak, but Mel beat him to it.
"Tony ... get your stuff together and take off, will you?"
A look of surprise filled Tony's face, and he opened his mouth to protest. Once again Mel cut him off.
"It's a long story ... sorry, old man, but you're going to have to hit the road. Take the Continental if you want; I'll phone you if I want it back."
Tony knew better than to argue. He did his best to hide his disappointment as he turned and went back into the bedroom. He hadn't completely unpacked, and it only took him a few minutes to get his things together. When he walked back out into the living room nothing had changed. Penny was still sitting forlornly in the chair, and Mel was pulling the car keys out of the drawer in one of the end tables. He tossed them to Tony without a word, and Tony took them and walked out the door.
Mel slammed it behind them; then he walked across the room and went into the small kitchen. When he came out he had a bottle and two glasses. He made no move to break the silence as he opened it and poured two stiff drinks. He shoved one over to Penny and sat down on the couch opposite her.
His eyes met hers as he raised his glass, but he didn't speak. Instead, he drained the glass in one swift motion and set it down. He looked down at himself, and seemed to realize for the first time since he left the other cabin that he was nude. He looked over at her as she stood up.
"I'm going to have a shower and get something on ... you stay put until I get back."
The authority in his voice surprised Penny a little, and yet it made her feel secure for the first time in months. She nodded hesitatingly, and Mel turned and went into the bedroom without further discussion.
Tony reached for the key and turned it. The powerful motor of the Continental roared to life, and he leaned back as he fastened his seat belt. He was just about to put it into gear when he heard his name called.
He turned to see Scott approaching. His eyes stayed on him as he approached the car.
Scott grinned as he reached the passenger door of the Continental. He nodded his head in the direction of the cabin.
"Mel and Penny?"
Tony nodded, and Scott's smile broadened.
"You interested in a little company?"
Tony couldn't help but smile. Without speaking, they realized where they stood; and the bond between them strengthened. Tony reached over and pushed the door open, and Scott slipped inside.
"Got time to go back to my cabin and pick up my stuff? I'm leaving for good."
Tony grinned and shoved the Continental into reverse. Scott let his eyes run over his blond companion, and he felt the flames beginning to lick at his loins again. He no longer had any competition, and he finally felt like a whole man again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RON PROPPED HIMSELF UP ON ONE ELBOW and took the glass from Val's outstretched hand. He took a slug from it, then set it down on the table beside him.
"Looks like we're all alone."
Val dropped down onto the couch beside him, pressing her lush breasts against his chest. "You mind?"
Ron grinned and let his fingertips trail over a bronzed thigh.
"Not really ... depends on what you've got in mind...."
Val smiled seductively and reached down for his semi-erect cock.
"Well, there's plenty of booze and a great big bed in there. Why don't we grab a bottle and make use of it."
Ron looked down at the now stiff organ clutched in her hand and grinned.
"Let's go. What are we waiting for?"
When Mel came back into the living room dressed in a clean, form-fitting T-shirt and tight jeans, he found Penny right where he'd left her. His face had softened a little from the last time she'd seen him, and she could see that he was more relaxed.
He walked across the room and picked up the empty glass she had set down on the table beside her; then he picked up the bottle and refilled it. She took it from his outstretched hand as he offered it to her.
"Drink it ... it'll help you unwind."
He nodded in the direction of the bathroom.
"You want to shower?"
Penny could think of nothing she wanted more. The memory of what had happened at the other cabin was still with her, and she could smell the remains of it on herself. She wanted to scrub herself clean of what she had done.
"Yes ... I wish I had come clean things to get into too."
Mel smiled for the first time since he had caught her on the trail.
"Can't say as I blame you. I haven't got anything that would fit you, but we found something for you once; I guess we can do it again."
She looked up at him, wanting to reach out for him, but knowing inside that he would have to be the one to make a move if it was going to work. They stared at each other for a few seconds; then he turned and walked over to the kitchen.
"You go ahead; I'll see if I can't whip up something for us to eat."
Penny waited until he had disappeared from sight; then she stood up and crossed over to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and quickly stripped her bikini off; then she stepped into the shower and turned on the spray. It felt good, better than any shower she'd ever had; and she lathered herself again and again, welcoming the fresh scent of the soap. Her nostrils filled with the odor of Mel, left in the room from his shower; and she felt her body responding to it. A warm, safe feeling filled her, and she began to think clearly for the first time that night.
Ron shifted drunkenly on the bed. He kneeled between Val's spread thighs and guided his hard cock into the clutching warmth of her cunt; then he leaned forward over her and filled his palms with the firm flesh of her breasts, massaging them and feeling the nipples stiffen against his flesh.
He began to move in her slowly, enjoying each stroke of his meat into her hot chasm; and she responded below him, setting up a slow, rhythmic, rotating motion with her hips. There was no hurry now; each had sated their animal desire. Now it was slow and sensuous as they worked each other up to yet another crisis.
Ron released one breast from his grip and lowered his mouth to it, capturing the nipple between his teeth and running his tongue back and forth over it. Val began to moan passionately, and the motion of her hips increased. Ron found himself hurrying his own tempo now to match hers, and then they were oblivious to everything as the pleasure of release began to build in earnest.
The room was quiet except for their labored breathing and the steady slap-slap of flesh against flesh. Suddenly Val dug her fingernails into the flesh of his back, and he felt her draw blood as she whimpered with delight. Shudder after ecstatic shudder ripped through her.
Ron groaned and let himself go, emptying his heavy balls into her with slow, pumping strokes, filling her with his creamy, molten love juice.
They clung tightly together until each was spent; then they dropped back down onto the bed. It took Ron a few seconds to find the strength to roll off her onto his back; and then they lay side by side, panting for breath.
Ron thought briefly about Penny, and then dismissed her from his mind. She had made her position clear enough to him, and he knew there was nothing he could do to change her now. The realization didn't make it any easier for him to take; he had always been one step ahead of her, and he didn't like the idea of being the one that was left.
He cursed himself and reached over for the bottle beside the bed. He filled his glass and then Val's as she held it out to him. His eyes swept over her lush body, and he told himself he didn't give a damn about Penny.
Mel tried the bathroom door and found it unlocked. He turned the knob and pushed it open, then stepped inside. The room was filled with steam, and it took a few seconds for it to clear enough for him to see Penny clearly.
She was drying herself with the big bath towel; and as she saw him, she covered herself protectively with it. Mel grinned and tossed her the shirt he had in his hand.
"I think this is long enough to cover everything."
He didn't wait for an answer; instead he turned and made his way back out to the living room. Penny slipped into the shirt and buttoned it up; then, as she rolled up the sleeves, she turned to survey the result in the mirror.
It hung on her like a sack, but at least it was big enough to cover her. She hugged her arms across her massive breasts and smiled, enjoying the feel and thought of wearing his shirt; then she turned around and walked into the living room to join him.
Mel turned to face her as she entered. He was carrying a plate in each hand, and Penny's nostrils filled with the luscious aroma of cooked steak. She realized for the first time that she was hungry.
Mel made no move to offer her the food as he looked at her. A smile began to form on his fice, and Penny put her hands on her hips in pretended anger.
"What's so funny?"
Mel's smile widened, and he held out one of the plates toward her.
"Nothing ... dig in while it's still hot."
Penny took the dish gratefully, and they moved over to the couch and began to eat. Both of them were hungry, and they didn't speak while they devoured the huge steaks. Mel finished his first, and he leaned back against the soft padding of the couch and let his eyes move over her. Even in the oversized shirt, she was one hell of a lot of woman.
Penny put the last bite of steak into her mouth and set her fork down. She pushed the plate forward on the coffee table and took the cigarette Mel offered her. He lit them, and then leaned back again, letting his eyes rove over her again.
Penny looked up at him as she exhaled her first deep drag.
"What are you staring at?"
Mel smiled and took a drag from his cigarette.
"I was just thinking how much better you fill that shirt out than I do."
Penny looked down the front off the shirt, noting that although it was big, the material was taut over her high, firm breasts. She remembered back to the night she had instigated lovemaking between them, and how it had worked out so badly; and as her mind reached back, she adjusted her position on the couch, pulling the shirt down primly and covering the tops of her well-formed legs.
Mel grinned and reached for the ash tray on the coffee table.
"You can stop worrying ... I'm not going to rape you."
Penny looked up at him.
"I didn't think you would."
The smile left Mel's face as he sat up again.
"You feel a little more human now?"
Penny nodded, waiting for him to continue. He paused a second before speaking again.
"Well, then, I guess we'd better get this over with; we've put it off long enough."
Penny opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"Let me say what I've got on my mind first; then you can have your turn."
He waited until she nodded her understanding; then he began to speak again.
"The other night I called you a slut for the second time. I want you to accept my apologies; I was wrong. I've been so tied up in my own problems lately that I haven't taken time to consider anyone else's. I have no idea what made you do what you did over the past few days; but to tell you the truth, I don't really care ... I'm sure you've got your reasons, and there's no reason why you should have to explain them to me."
He paused long enough to take a drag from his cigarette and make sure he knew what he was going to say.
"I just want to say that I'm in love with you, and I don't care what's happened up to now; but anything that happens from here on in, I'm going to want an explanation for."
Happiness bubbled up in Penny, and she could no more hide it than she could deny it. Tears formed in her eyes; and she reached for him, pulling herself in close. f
"Oh Mel. .".
Mel made no move to push her away, but neither did he respond to her closeness. He gave her a few seconds; then he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. His eyes met hers.
"Listen to me. I said I love you, and I mean it, but that doesn't really answer anything. I can't have you as long as you belong to another man, and I won't have you at his expense. I've told myself that you don't really love him, and that your marriage was going on the rocks anyway; but it was only wishful thinking, and I won't start something with you based on deceit. I brought you here tonight because I thought I owed you that much. I called you a slut, and it was wrong. I can't help but feel that I've had something to do with the way you've been behaving; and if I have, I want it to stop."
Penny sucked in a long drag from the cigarette clutched between her teeth; then she exhaled it and put the cigarette into the ash tray on the coffee table.
"Exactly where does that leave us ... do we say goodbye and remain good friends for the rest of our lives?"
Mel could sense the bitterness in her voice. He stood up and walked across the room; then he turned back to face her.
"Do you want to set up our lives together the way things are now?"
Her eyes met his, and he could see the tears glistening on her cheek. She shook her head slowly.
"No ... it isn't fair to either of us.
Mel walked over to the counter and picked up the partially filled bottle of Scotch. He picked up two glasses in his other hand and walked back over to the couch. He filled them silently, then handed her one.
"We've got to start all over again, but this time you're going to have to settle things with Ron before we begin...."
He hesitated for a second, then stood up and walked over to the fireplace. For a few seconds he leaned against it; then he turned back to face her.
"Maybe I've been taking too much for granted. I haven't even asked you how you felt about this."
Penny looked up at him, and her sensuous lips formed a weak smile.
"I thought that was obvious to everybody; but now that you mention it, I guess I haven't been showing it much, have I? Today, for instance...."
She bent her head as Mel began to speak.
"You're not listening to me ... I said we were going to forget what happened before now. I was just asking if you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I've been taking it for granted, and I shouldn't have."
He could feel the sincerity in her words as she answered him.
"Oh Mel, I love you more than you'll ever know. I just never thought I'd have a chance with you...."
Mel felt a surge of relief, and he smiled.
"Then all you have to do is settle things with Ron, and we can try to put the pieces back together."
Penny lifted her drink to her lips and leaned back against the couch. She felt completely relaxed-completely in control of herself. Their eyes met across the room, and she could feel the animal magnetism between them. His eyes moved over her body, and to her it was as if his hands were moving over her. Her breast began to rise and fall faster under the shirt; and when she lowered her eyes, she could see that she wasn't alone in the desire that was building in her. The massive bulge in the front of Mel's tight jeans attested to the fact that he too needed physical satisfaction.
There was no need for either of them to speak of their need for each other; it filled the room. Mel raised his eyes from her lush breasts with their hard nipples straining at the fabric of his shirt. He shook his head slowly.
"No ... not until everything is straightened out. I want you completely so badly I can taste it, and I won't settle for only part of you. We're going to hit the sack right now, while I've still got the strength to stop myself from taking you ... you take my bed; I'll sleep out here on the couch. First thing in the morning, you go back to Ron and get things worked out. I'll be waiting for you here."
Ron tipped back the bottle and drained it; then he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, swaying unsteadily. He looked down at Val's spreadeagled body on the bed and grinned.
"Where's the rest of the booze?"
Val sat up and smiled.
"Don't you think you've had enough? If you keep this up, you won't be able to get a hard-on."
Ron chuckled huskily and reached down to encircle his semi-erect cock.
"Don't worry, baby, I've got plenty of screwing left in me yet. I wish to hell the others would come back, so we could have a real orgy."
Val vaulted off the bed and giggled drunkenly.
"Yeah, it's too bad they left. By the looks of it they are not coming back, either. I've got half a mind to go on back home and phone up a few friends who would go for a real swinging time."
Ron spun around, almost falling over.
"That's a hell of a good idea; why didn't I think of that. Let's get a bottle and take off."
Val looked over at him.
"You serious?"
"You're damned right I am...."
Val shrugged and reached for her clothes.
"What are we waiting for?"
Scott leaned back against the comfortable padded seat of the Continental and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"You know, I never thought I'd have the guts to do this."
Tony glanced over at him and then turned his attention back to the road. "What do you mean?"
Scott had been talking out loud more than anything else, and he hadn't expected Tony to be listening. He shrugged and took another drag off his cigarette.
"It's a long story."
Tony smiled.
"Well, we've got a long drive ahead of us...."
Scott looked over at Tony and let his eyes move over the blond youth. He felt the warmth of desire in his loins, and he returned the smile.
"I'm married to a broad who thinks she owns me. I've been doing exactly what I was told ever since she bought me. She's given me everything, right down to the clothes on my back. At first it was great, but then I began to realize that I was paying for what she was giving me ... paying more than I'd ever dreamed. She used me to get her sexual kicks, never giving a damn how I felt. She said she'd screw me up if I left, and I think she will, but suddenly I just don't care anymore. Nothing could be as bad as staying with her."
Tony looked over at him.
"Thanks a lot...."
Scott chuckled.
"I didn't mean it that way, and you know it. You're the only good thing that has ever happened to me, and I intend to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you'll let me. My first problem is getting a job...."
Tony flicked his eyes off the road for an instant to look at him.
"Christ, you'll have no problem; you told me you'd finished law school." Scott nodded.
"No, I won't have any problem getting one; it's just keeping it that's going to be rough. Val's got some pictures of me ... some, hell; she's pot hundreds of them, and they show every sexual deviation known to man. She'll simply let these fall into the hands of any guy that hires me, and I'll be looking for another job."
Tony laughed, and Scott looked over at him.
"What's so funny?"
Tony was silent for a second as he floored the accelerator and shot around a semi-trailer; then he slowed slightly and turned to face Scott.
"Forget it. Mel owns more corporations than you can count on both hands, and I'm his right hand man. You want a job, you got one; and as long as you do good work, nobody will take it away from you."
Scott felt like he had been saved from death row. He let out a sigh of relief and turned slightly in the seat so he could face Tony.
"Look ... I'm kind of tired; I don't suppose you'd like to stop at the next motel and spend the night there."
Tony grinned and looked over at him. "Try and stop me."
Val stumbled into the living room and looked around impatiently. She finally spotted Ron going through one of the drawers in an end table.
"What are you looking for?"
Ron stood up and turned to face her.
"My bloody keys ... I can't find them." Val opened her purse and pulled out a key ring. "Forget it ... we'll take my car." Ron grinned drunkenly.
"Great ... I've always wanted to drive a Vette."
Val tossed him the keys and turned around.
"C'mon ... I can taste all that loving already...."
Ron followed her outside to the Corvette and opened the door. He slid into the bucket seat and fumbled with the keys for a second before the powerful motor roared into action. Val showed him where the lights were, and then he shoved the console-mounted lever into reverse and the Vette roared into action, spitting gravel from its rear wheels. Val lurched forward and supported herself against the dash.
"Take it easy...."
Ron grinned and shifted into first, enjoying the feel of power beneath him. He leaned back into the comfortable seat and poured the gas to the roaring motor. The headlights cut into the darkness as they began to make their way around the edge of the lake.
Ron stretched in the seat uncomfortably.
"Christ, I've got a hard-on and these pants are so tight ... "
Val grinned and reached over toward his crotch. In seconds she had his pants open and was clutching his huge, swollen cock. She felt a wave of desire when she saw the huge purplish knob glowing in the soft blue light from the ash; then she bent her head and sucked it inside her mouth. Ron groaned and raised his hips slightly, letting her get a better grip on him.
She worked on him hungrily, sucking the life out of it as she polished the thick pulsing head with her tongue. Ron found himself sinking into the hot depths of passion, and he groaned.
Val's hands dipped into his open pants and found his balls; then she began to caress the heavy spheres while she sucked at him. Ron let out a deep moan and lifted his hips as the throbbing head of his cock spat forth a stream of molten, thick, creamy love juice; and at that instant, he unconsciously slammed the gas pedal to the floor.
The old man had been patiently working on his outboard motor on the dock. He'd heard the car first; then he'd seen the powerful headlights cutting through the darkness around the edge of the lake. He looked toward them as the car approached the last curve in the gravel road before coming by his office, and he felt his heart rise to his throat as he heard the enigne pick up speed.
He knew that curve only too well, and the car had been traveling pretty fast as it was. With the additional surge of power, it couldn't possibly make the curve. His mouth fell open and his eyes flickered as he saw the headlights trace a path out over the edge of the embankment and then slowly arc downward toward the dark surface of the water.
There was a sickening sound as it hit the surface and plunged downward; then it seemed to float for a second before the lights went out.
The old man stood up and moved across the dock at a pace he didn't think he was capable of. He climbed into the boat and tossed off the line; then he moved to the back and froze.
Helplessness filled him as he looked at the empty transom. His eyes turned toward where the car had disappeared; then he looked back over at the pieces of the outboard motor spread out over the dock.
CHAPTER TWELVE
IT WAS JUST BEFORE DAWN THAT TONY found a motel. They spotted the sign simultaneously, and a feeling of excitement and anticipation filled the car immediately. It wasn't as if it would be the first time for them together; but each of them knew that this would be the starting point, the turning of the sod of something they both wanted very deeply.
A sense of understanding and deep friendship had developed between them during the short time they had known each other; and although neither of them had been able to put the feeling into words, they shared it in inner understanding.
Both of them were sexually aroused, and Tony had to sit in the car for a few minutes to wait for his stiff cock to settle down before he could go inside and register. To Scott it seemed like it took him hours; but within a few minutes they were standing side by side inside the compact, but well-furnished room.
Scott turned to Tony self-consciously. "Look, I'd like to take a shower ... how about you?" Tony grinned and snapped the lock shut on the door. "You're acting like a nervous newlywed." Scott laughed, and the laughter helped to relieve his uneasiness.
"That's exactly how I feel." Tony nodded.
"I'll let you in on a little secret-me, too!"
They laughed together, and then Tony tossed his suitcase to one side.
"You go ahead and grab a shower; I'll have one when you're finished."
Scott looked down at the massive bulge in the front of Tony's tight slacks, and he felt the fire in his loins begin to burn brighter. He nodded.
"Okay ... I won't be long."
The second time the knock was louder, and it shattered Mel's sleep. He sat up on the couch and strained his ears, letting his eyes move around the dark room. The knock came again, and he got up and reached for his pants. He slipped them on and walked over to the door. The look of surprise on his face when he opened the door must have been obvious to the big cop that stood in the doorway.
"Sorry to wake you up, Mr. Russell, but I can't seem to find anybody else around. Maybe you could help me.
Mel brushed his hand through his hair and stepped back, flicking the light on as he moved. "C'mon in."
He closed the door behind the cop and waited for him to speak.
"I'm trying to find a Mrs. Fisher and a Mr. Collins.
They were supposed to be staying at the other two cabins, but both of them are empty."
Mel didn't try to hide his surprise.
"Empty?"
The cop nodded, and Mel waved him into a chair. "What's it all about?"
The big patrolman hesitated for a second; then he looked over at Mel.
"There's been an accident ... car went into the lake."
Mel stopped in the process of lighting his cigarette. He shook the match out and shook his head. "Oh, no! Was anybody hurt?" The cop nodded.
"I'm afraid so. The Fisher fellow and Collins' wife were in the car ... they didn't have a chance."
Mel dropped into the chair and shook his head.
"Jesus ... look, I don't know where Collins is, but Mrs. Fisher is in the next room."
Mel saw the look on the cop's face, and he didn't like it one bit.
"It's not what you're thinking. She had a little too much to drink, so I let her stay here rather than trying to make it home in the dark."
The expression on the cop's face didn't change, but Mel ignored it and stood up.
"I'll get her for you."
He didn't wait for an answer. As much as he dreaded what he had to do, he was the one to do it. He opened the bedroom door and closed it behind him as he flicked the light on.
Penny was sitting up in bed, staring blankly at him.
"I heard him ... oh Mel, did I have something to do with this? How can I ever face myself...."
Mel moved over to the bed and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and then stood up.
"I don't want to hear any more of that. You had nothing to do with it. You'd better come on out there."
Penny looked at the sheet she was clutching to her breasts.
"I've got nothing to put on."
Mel nodded.
"Okay, I'll bring him in here."
He returned in a few seconds with the burly highway patrolman.
"Mrs. Fisher?" Penny nodded.
"Mr. Russell already told me."
The big cop nodded, obviously relieved at not having to be the one who gave her the bad news.
"There's no hurry, but I'd appreciate it if you dropped by our office tomorrow. Down the main highway about fifteen miles."
Penny nodded, and the cop turned and left the bedroom. Mel followed him to the door and opened it for him. The cop turned to him and smiled.
"Thanks ... I was beginning to wonder if I would spend all year up here. I've got an address on Collins, and there's no other next-of-kin, so that one will look after itself."
Mel nodded and watched the cop walk back to the cruiser; then he closed the door and went back to the bedroom. Penny had slipped into the shirt; and she met him at the doorway, falling into his arms.
"Oh Mel ... why, now? When everything was finally going to be all right. I've wished him dead so many times, but not now. I wanted to break with him-a clean break."
Mel held her at arm's length.
"You couldn't get a much cleaner break, honey."
Penny raised her eyes to meet his. "Don't you understand, Mel? I couldn't start like this."
Mel shook her gently.
"Listen to me ... Ron lived the way he wanted, and he died the same way. He didn't give a damn about you when he was alive; and you can be sure he wasn't thinking about you when he died. This has just made it that much easier for us. I don't have to worry about him any more."
Penny could see the wisdom in what he was saying, and her face softened. She wrapped her arms around him, and this time he didn't push her away. She felt the pressure of his cock as it grew against her; and she ground her hips against him slowly, then stepped back.
"There's no reason for you to sleep out there now, is there?"
A grin formed on Mel's face.
"None that I can think of ... how about you?"
She reached for his hand, and he let her lead him over to the bed; then he slowly undid the buttons of the shirt from the top down, exposing more and more of her lush body until it was completely open. Penny shrugged her shoulders, and it fell to her feet; then her hands went to the clasp of his pants and opened it.
The sound of the opening zipper broke the silence of the room; then he kicked his pants aside and pushed her down onto the bed, dropping down on top of her.
Her hands found his stiff cock and clutched it lovingly; then she spread her legs and guided the massive organ to her open, waiting cunt. Mel let out a gasp of pleasure as he drove his hips forth, driving the thick knob into her; and Penny groaned and threw her head back.
"Slowly, Mel ... we've got the rest of our lives...." He gave it to her slowly, inch by huge throbbing inch, until finally he had driven it to the hilt and his balls slapped against her buttocks. Then he began to stroke in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster until they were lost in a blur of blissful motion.
Her body tensed, and she arched upward as she felt him approaching his release. Her cry of ecstasy filled the room as he groaned, and the first gushing deluge of thick, creamy love juice ripped into her; then she too shot over the top, her body quaking with pleasure-filled jolts.
Scott took a last drag off his cigarette and crushed it out into the ashtray. His eyes moved over Tony's sleeping form illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window. He still couldn't believe his luck, and he ran his hand over Tony's lax cock to be sure it was true.
Tony stirred and opened his eyes. He smiled, and his cock began to grow under Scott's hand. In seconds it was rigid, and Tony moaned.
"Oh god, I don't know how much of this I can take, but do it again."
He rolled over; and Scott hesitated for a second, running his eyes over the muscular cheeks of his buttocks; then he let out a moan of desire and mounted his mate.
Mel stretched lazily on the bed, and Penny snuggled a little closer to him. He smiled in the darkness and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. It was ironical that all this had come about as a result of mate swapping-first his wife with another man, and now Penny because of Ron. He had never dreamed he'd have anything to be thankful about as far as swapping was concerned, but he had to admit that he was.
One thing was certain; there would never be any swapping for him and Penny ... he'd seen what the other side of the coin could be like. He and Penny had been the lucky ones; the others had paid dearly.
No ... there would be no more room in his life for mixed mates.
