Chapter 6
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.