Chapter 11
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.