Chapter 11
Penny had thrown off the bed sheet and was naked before Russ' gaze. It was morning and she was asleep. Russ drank in her beauty as she lay next to him. He was happy to note that she was a real reddish blonde right down to her bush-hair. He didn't care too much for dye jobs. He liked the snowy whiteness of her breasts and her nicely defined cherry-bright nipples that were so responsive to his touch. She had a satiny tan where her bikini hadn't covered her, and the white globes of her shimmering asscheeks made a sexy contrast with the darker sections of her thighs and shapely legs.
This babe sent him too, he thought as he felt his prick becoming aroused. But the thought that he had ripped all her clothes to shreds stopped him. He rolled out of bed, got dressed and decided to run into town and get Penny some new clothes before she awakened. He left her a note so she wouldn't worry.
Penny was up before he returned and read the note.
She lay in bed and thought again about her telephon conversation late last night with her mother.
It had been an unhappy event. Her mother had cried and accused Penny of deserting her. Well, Penny was guilty of that in a way, she admitted to herself, even though her mother could write checks against the funds in the joint bank account which Penny had left behind.
Rather than to make up a story-which probably wouldn't have been convincing anyway-Penny had decided to give her mother no explanation at all. She had simply stated she was "going away for a while," and would keep in touch by mail.
Now, reviewing it in her mind, Penny wondered how she had developed sufficient nerve to take the step and to do it as suddenly as she had. It wasn't difficult to figure out. Russ was the answer. To her, he was a tower of strength, and he had transformed her life with his wonderful fucking in the space of just twelve hours. Other factors had helped, of course. Pressures. The murder case-its unpleasantness and danger-and also the way that she and Jack Brooks had broken up. But she wouldn't have taken the step if it hadn't been for Russ.
She thought about him.
He was wonderful. Tough and, yes, brutal too. Her asscheeks were still sore from the way he had spanked her the preceding night. But she liked the masterfulness of him.
And what a really marvelous fucker he was! What a magnificent cock!
She wondered how many girls had been treated to that glorious, thick dick she'd enjoyed the night before (perhaps not including the spanking.) He'd done a lot of fucking around, she guessed.
That thought made her jealous.
There was no doubt she had fallen in love with Russ. How could she have helped it? He was big, virile, handsome-everything a woman wants in a man-and he knew how to deliver a real manly screw at the same time. That was what she particularly needed-a man who could lead her and on whom she could lean.
Jack Brooks wasn't that kind of man.
Russ Bates was. And how he was!
Of course, there was the money, too-the money she and Russ were going to get from the man.
Thinking about the money, and what they would have to do to get it, chilled her a bit. But she would have Russ to protect her. Somehow she felt that he could protect her from anything.
She still didn't like the idea of blackmail. And she didn't like doing business with a murderer. But, really, what choice did she have? The way it looked to Penny, her life wouldn't have been worth two cents if she'd stayed in Lynbrook to testify against the man. This way she was protecting herself and getting away from Lynbrook while she carried out her obligation to her mother at the same time.
And she had Russ.
She couldn't stop thinking about him.
She looked down at her breasts, where he had loved so fervently the night before. No one had ever made them feel like that. No one had ever made her feel as she had last night when Russ' cock was in her cunt...
She felt a tremor pass through her at the mere recollection. He hadn't put his cock in her that morning, even though she would have been willing. Now she was more than ready. She wondered if the time would ever come when she would not be ready to fuck for Russ.
It was sinful, she guessed, for her to be such an easy lay for him like this. But that thought didn't disturb her. Her mother's warnings against losing her cherry had lost their power years ago when Penny had her first hump with Ritchie Craig.
Anyway, she and Russ would be married. Penny assured herself of that. She loved him. Even though he might not feel that strongly about her as yet, she believed she could bring him around. Hadn't women been successfully doing that since the dawn of civilization? And wasn't she as attractive and desirable as any girl?
Yes, he would marry her.
And they would have a wonderful life together.
She was thinking about this when Russ returned with a store bundle under his arm.
Penny sat up. "Well, did you get everything?"
"Lord," he said as he dropped the large paper sack on the bed. "I never want to go through that again."
Penny laughed as she began to dig in the parcel. "What was the matter? Couldn't you find the right styles and sizes?"
"Yeah, but picking out that kind of stuff-the panties and brassieres and all that's no job for a man."
Penny giggled. "Silly! Lots of husbands buy panties for their wives as Christmas and birthday presents. Who knows," she added, looking at him lovingly, "some day you may be doing that."
"Not me," he assured. "I can get along without marriage just as well as I can get along without buying girls' panties."
The positiveness of his tone sent a slight pang through her. "Oh, really?"
He pointed to the package. "Go ahead and look at the stuff. If it's okay, you'd better get dressed so we can get out of here."
Penny had been removing smaller packages from the large bag, but now she had lost interest in them. She looked up at Russ, her brown eyes sparkling. "Isn't there something you'd like to do first? Before we leave here, I mean?"
He considered. She looked good, all right, sitting there naked. Why not? he thought.
He walked over beside the bed. "Sure, baby."
"The trouble is," she remarked saucily as she looked him over, "You have all those clothes on."
"Yeah? Well, why don't you do something about that." His eyes twinkled.
"You mean, undress you?"
"Sure. Lots of girls get a charge out of undressing men."
"I've never tried it," she said.
"Then now's the time. Your education has been lacking." He moved up close to her.
There was a glint of anticipation in her eyes as she reached for the top button of his sport shirt. She undid it, then went on to the next. When she had finished the row and partially uncovered his muscular chest, the next logical place to go was the top of his slacks.
They had a self-belt and Penny opened that first. As Russ slipped off his shirt, she opened his pants.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as she saw his huge, throbbing cock.
"Like me?" he asked.
"The feeling's mutual."
"Why don't you ... uh ... you know."
"But I've never taken any man's cock in my mouth!"
"As I said before, baby - now's the time."
She moved closer. "Well, maybe..."
"Giving a man a blow-job isn't bad, really."
She gave him a peculiar look. "How would you know?"
"Girls tell me," he was quick to explain. "Well..."
"I'll return the favor again to your pussy!" "You will? Really?" "I will really."
And then she didn't say any more for awhile because her lips had closed over the head of his pecker. As her tongue and lips worked up and down his thick shaft, she felt his prick jerk and his spurting, creamy sperm shot down her throat. There was so much of his semen, she almost gagged but managed to swallow it down. She had heard men didn't like girls who spit out their scum.
When she was able to talk again - and when he had caught his breath - Russ asked, "Well?"
She murmured huskily, "That was wild!"
He chuckled.
"We made a deal, don't forget." Her eyes were shining.
"Let me get rid of these things."
He stripped away the remainder of his clothes, including his shoes and socks. Then he lifted Penny's packages off the bed.
"Oooh ... lover!" she cried.
Russ was the one who wasn't talking now as his tongue parted her cuntlips and licked her clitoris and cunt-hole.
She kept saying things, but he had difficulty hearing her.
By the time he straightened up, Penny was gasping. She had just stopped moaning joyously, she came, flooding his mouth with her cunt-juicing "come".
Russ moved closer.
"Now fuck me!" Penny ordered.
He did just that.
"Oh!" she exclaimed explosively, her arms wrapping themselves around him as he thrust his cock up her twat. "That's what I need! Oh, honey, your prick is the best!"
The magic of passion cast its spell again and again, the excitement gradually mounting until both man and woman were in a trance-like delirium. The hump-rhythm attained a furious tempo. Penny cried out as she felt his hot scum shooting into her cunt and "came", flooding his burning prick with her copious cunt-juice. His sperm seemed to spurt in a never-ending flow as he groaned, "I'm coming, honey, I'm coming right in your cunt!"
Then, as always-no matter how long the orgasm lasts-it's over too soon. They lay gasping.
"You'd better ... check ... the bed springs," Penny said when she had partially caught her breath. "I think we broke them that time."
Russ chuckled and swung off her. "Let the next occupants worry about that. We've got to get out of here."
"I think that hump will hold me until tonight," Penny said, sitting up. "Do I have time for a shower?" "If you hurry," Russ said.
After he'd watched her lovely naked body wiggle into the bathroom, Russ began to get dressed. He thought to himself, Man, I really caught myself a live cunt this time!
Russ had Penny place her Mercury in a garage for storage. She used a false name.
Then they left for New York in his Chevy.
Russ had worked out the pitch he was going to pass to the thick-set man and, on the way, he went over it with Penny.
The main thing, he said, was for her to stay out of reach because she was the one whose testimony could really hurt the man they knew as "Dave."
Russ would run the ad, set up a meeting, and then spring the proposition: Fifty thousand in cold cash or else Russ and Jenny would both go to the police. The two of them together could nail "Dave" to the well-known wall, and he would realize it.
He would pay, Russ figured.
Then Russ and Penny would beat it out of town.
But what would they do, she asked, if the thick-set man was the one to run away?
He wouldn't run, Russ assured her. He was in business. He had too much to lose. If the choice was between running or paying, he would pay.
"But you said he might have gangster connections," Penny said unsteadily. "What if he should try to do away with us-put us on the spot?"
Russ was the picture of assurance and self-confidence as he told her, "Penny, money is one thing and murder is another. I'm betting that if our boy can buy his way out of one murder rap, he's not going to commit any more killings. From what I could see, he's loaded and the money shouldn't mean too much to him.
Penny looked up at the brown-eyed masculine features of Russ. As she took in his stalwart, sinewy body, his strength dissolved her doubts and fears. This was her man. No one had ever turned her on the way Russ could. Penny looked at Russ adoringly, smiled and said, "I guess you know best Russ. I'll go along with you all the way.