Chapter 5
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....