The escaped convicts informed their prisoners of their fate: wife-swapping, Lesbianism, daisy chains, fellatio, cunnilingus-everything in the book would be performed on them. But what the convicts didn't know was that their prisoners-married couples who were staying at the lodge-did all these things and more anyway! For them, wife-swapping was a way of life. In his book, The Sexual Revolution, Benjamin Morse, M.D., sums it up this way: "Because of the form of wife-swapping, the organized nature of it, the equation with fun and modernity and liberalism, the wife-swappers have succeeded in transforming a vice into something that seems to be positively virtuous."
Chapter 1
Dot Weir, pretty, freckle-faced, shook her head so that her red hair fell back over her shoulders. She was stark naked, unashamed and beautiful as she reclined in the double bed in Andy Kerr's cabin. Her knees were up as she lay propped against the pillows, so she could watch the young handyman as he tugged on his dungarees. Then she followed the white line of her milky-skinned thighs down to the bush of red pubic hair around the still-glistening lips of her cunt. Her eyes traced up her belly and examined each of her amply proportioned breasts, where she could still feel the tingly excitement of two hot mouths sucking at her nipples at the same time. Her pussy twitched as she recalled the fiery action that had occurred for the last half hour. From her sensitive nipples, Dot glanced at Andy, standing directly between the points of her knees, to the far side of her left knee, where her husband, Steve Weir, chunky and compact of body, surly appearing, but really very gentle, stood.
Steve had short stubby hands and feet. His body was firm with well-defined muscular outlines. His broad grin had stretched his mouth into a perpetual toothy smile that never seemed to leave his face. Even when he was upset, there was a trace of that personable smile. He stood with only a bath towel wrapped about his waist, his unusually proportioned cock bulging beneath. Having just come from the bathroom, his body still had drops of water shining against his tan skin. His very blond hair was damp. He looked boyish to his still aroused wife, and she was certain he would be able to ride her again-at least once.
Andy Kerr beamed as he looked from Steve to Dot and back again. "About ready?" He stepped hard on his right heel to make certain his foot was fully in his boot.
"Got to put on some rags," Steve said casually, as he wiped his hand over his belly. "Don't think the Denver police would take too kindly to a nudist driving through town."
Andy winked. "Well, if you're going to cling to your old-fashioned ways-what can I say?" He adjusted his crotch into a more comfortable position, certain that it made a conspicuous imprint against his slightly faded dungarees.
Steve undulated his hips and made his cock jolt, but not with enough force to shoot the towel from around his waist. He used his stubby fingers to jerk the wrapping from his body. Standing naked a moment, as if putting himself on complete display for both his wife and his best friend, he raised his arms so that his fists were practically at his jaws, and once again shoved his pelvis forward so that his limp organ whipped from thigh to thigh.
"Too bad there isn't time for another round," Dot commented, as her attention was fixed on her husband's penis.
"Sorry about that." Andy buttoned his shirt, then unfastened his fly and pulled his pants down to stuff his shirttail deep within. In so doing, the outline of his penis was fully apparent in his shorts. He smiled from Dot, who he knew was watching, to Steve.
Steve reached for his trousers and stepped into them, using his hand to direct the stuffing of his cock into the pant leg. He pulled on a shirt, which gave his hair a disheveled appearance. His boyish grin remained.
Long before Dot and Steve were married, they had indulged in three-way sex games with Andy Kerr. Steve and Andy shared a room at that time, and, for a while, Dot moved in with them. But the quarters were cramped, and Andy had itchy feet, so he moved out and began traveling around, periodically keeping in contact with the Weirs. Now that he had an offer to spend the winter in Idaho, the handyman of E-Z Mount resort had called on his old friends to substitute for him with the Joneses while he went north.
Ed and Zoe Jones hated to see Andy leave, but he promised to return the following spring. Then they realized the handyman needed to get out and around. They had no right to want him to stay with them forever, although, of all the persons with whom they shared sex-if they ever had to settle for just one other-it would be Andy Kerr. The Joneses were pleased with Andy's suggestion of the Weirs to replace him for a few months, since they were both as versatile as Andy-well, almost.
Dot was still naked on the bed when both Steve and Andy were completely dressed. She raised her arms to stretch, twisting her pelvis around so that her cunt closed, then opened wide as she pulled her knees back as if to give Andy one parting look.
"You better take a cold shower, baby," Steve advised. "That cooze of yours is twitching something fitful."
"Yeah, I noticed." Dot was all smiles as she playfully circled her fingers around her belly until she wound it into her crotch and slid it in between her cunt-lips.
"Sure you can't catch a later flight, Andy?" Steve eyed his wife's glistening cunt, her thighs wet and anxious.
"Nope." Andy, too, was watching Dot's manipulation of her twat. "Maybe Ed can drive me down."
Steve crossed to his wife and ran his finger over hers so that both fingers were shoved into her pussy. "Oh, man, that's real ready, isn't it?" Then he looked up at Andy, aware that his cock was rising to the occasion. "No- I'll drive you-that's my job."
"Then snap your hand out'a her cunt and lets get with it, boy." Andy picked up his one bag, then moved to the bed to give a final pinch to Dot's nipple. He slid his hand down her body until he caught Steve by the wrist, and jerked his finger out of his wife's snatch. "Okay, then-"
As Dot watched the two men walk out the door and close it behind them, she again had that old curiosity about her husband and his best friend. Not that she wasn't sexually satisfied by her husband, and doubly so when both Steven and Andy gave her their all, but there had always been a dark question in her mind that would probably never be answered. She pulled her tit upward so she could lick her tongue over the nipple as her finger began another exploratory mission down into her snatch. Now she began massaging her clitoris as it got harder and harder, arousing her again to erotic heights. Oh, why the hell did the two men have to leave? She was hot and, although she had fucked both Steve and Andy, and sucked them off, she still wanted more. That was just her nature. No wonder it took two men at a time to satisfy her.
Ed Jones's bald head glistened in the late afternoon sun as he waved to Andy and Steve in the station wagon. He stood watching in the direction they went for several minutes after the car had disappeared. An autumn breeze had come up, forcing the tall man to pull his jacket collar up and stuff his hands into his pockets. He did not hear Zoe approach him. She had been standing on the porch waving to the departing men. His wife slipped her hand under his arm. Ed looked down at her smiling face.
"Hate to see Andy go." Zoe tried to smile.
"He'll be back."
"Yes-but will he be the same?" Zoe clung to her husband's arm.
"Will we be the same when he returns?" Ed kissed his wife's upturned forehead. "There's no fighting change."
"I know, but Andy-well, Andy's just Andy." She attempted to laugh, but the sound stuck in her throat.
"Come on, baby, no getting melancholy over the guy." Ed kissed her again and forced a laugh. "Besides, we have the Weirs to take his place."
"Don't say that, Ed. No one will take Andy's place." Zoe frowned. "Andy's something special." She sighed.
Ed let his hand roam beneath her sweater and bra, to cup his fingers around her breast. He squeezed and lowered his head to plant his lips on hers. "Andy says that Dot Weir is up in the cabin still ready and willing. What say we go see how versatile she is?"
"Oh, Ed, I don't think I could-just now." Zoe's voice was almost sorrowful.
"Sure you can. It'll be the best thing for you." Ed tried to be understanding. "Help make me forget Andy."
"But I don't want to forget Andy, Ed, and neither do you." Her lips parted to say more, but her husband covered them with his mouth. She sucked in on his penetrating tongue and clutched her fingers at his body.
"I know, dear, but we can't hold him here. Come on, let's see what Dot Weir is like." Ed applied pressure to his wife's body to propel her up the stairs and onto the porch.
Zoe hesitated a moment as she watched the rockers push back and forth with the force of the breeze. She laughed softly. "Don't think I'll ever be able to look at those rockers without thinking of the old maid schoolteachers, and their wonderful bird watcher, Mr. Berger."
"We do get some characters up here, don't we?"
Zoe kissed her husband again. "Okay, let's go see Mrs. Weir. Maybe that's what I need."
Dot Weir's head appeared at the opened crack of the front door of the cabin. Her red hair was tousled as her shiny face stared out at the Joneses, standing hand in hand on the porch. "Oh, hi! Golly, just a minute-I'm not dressed."
The Joneses beamed. "That's all right. We're the informal type."
"But I haven't go a stitch on." Dot reddened, her eyes bouncing from one to the other of the people standing before her.
"We would be the same way," Zoe laughed and shivered, "but it's a little nippy out here."
"Well, Steve is gone." The Joneses could tell Dot was embarrassed.
"We know." Ed had a deep musical quality to his voice, virile and soothing. "The boys said you might like to have some company to-well, help you with a problem that may still be bothering you."
"Problem?" Dot blushed. "I've got no problems."
"There, Ed, you see, we are too late." Zoe had a reprimanding tone.
"Too late?" Dot was wide-eyed.
"I mean-well, to be of any help with your problem." Zoe smiled like an Avon lady.
"Well, I don't know what problem you're talking about." Dot had only briefly met the Joneses when they first arrived earlier that afternoon. Ed was tied up with some chores and Zoe was busy in the kitchen. Dot had made a specific point of appraising the extremely masculine figure of Ed Jones, wondering if the stories Andy had told them about the notorious resort owners were true. Both Ed and Zoe really looked like the people next door, nothing unusual, and hardly the type who appeared particularly sex conscious.
Again Dot's startled eyes swept over Ed's heavily clothed body, resting at last on his sensuous lips and glittering eyes. She smiled embarrassedly and ran her glance back down his body.
"You could get a better look," Zoe suggested as she watched Dot's inexperienced appraisal, "if we were inside and Ed didn't have so many-if any-clothes on."
"Huh?" Dot shot her a frightened expression.
"I'll just bet," Zoe continued, taking the lead, "that you've still got a real oozy pussy."
"A real oozy what?" Now Dot was a brilliant red. "How did you-I mean-what makes you-?" She swallowed hard and realized she had trapped herself. She grinned foolishly. "Yes-I guess you may be right."
"You remember, I'm Zoe, he's Ed, and we have a real thing for group sex, swapping, the whole bit." Zoe was extremely pleasant as she reached to push the door open.
Dot slackened the force of her pressure against the door, but scooted around to let it act as a shield. Zoe was first in, followed by Ed. The latter tugged the door from Dot's grip and firmly closed it, leaving the girl with the urgent feeling that she was in dire need of at least a fig leaf. Thinking of nothing else to do in such a predicament, Dot giggled.
"Mind if we make ourselves at home?" Zoe again was all smiles. Her attitude began to set Dot at ease.
"She means," Ed added, "make ourselves all the way at home."
"Well, yeah, whatever." Dot made a rather nondescript futile gesture, and wished for something to hide behind.
Almost as if they were completely oblivious of Dot's presence, both Zoe and Ed began to unconcernedly remove their clothing. Dot's mouth drooped, although she tried to appear nonchalant as more and more of the Jones's attire fell to the floor or was hung over pieces of furniture. However, her interest became more than just slightly apparent as Ed dropped his shorts, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She had never really made a conscious survey of penis sizes, but each successive one that she had seen fascinated her. Often she had attempted to get both Steve's and Andy's in her mouth at the same time; and she liked nothing better than to have one cock stuffed up her asshole while another was in her cunt-and, if a third male organ of pleasure was available, she wanted that in her mouth at the same time.
Dot quickly darted her eyes away from Ed's appendage as she became aware he was watching her. Her glance lit momentarily on Zoe's breasts. Women never really greatly turned her on, but she found herself acquiring more and more of an avid curiosity. Twice she had licked cunts. The first time proved difficult, but the second had begun to intrigue her. Now her eyes drifted further down Zoe's nicely shaped body, feminine in every part, until they scanned her pubic area and the tiny fold of pink cunt-lip gapping between the hair. She felt herself shiver and the juice within her own cunt trickle down her leg indicating that what she observed of both Zoe and Ed was arousing her. Suddenly she was aware they were both fully naked, and watching her with curious smiles.
"Can-I-that is, can I fix you something?" Dot felt completely awkward.
"You can fix Ed's cock so it will stand straight up, if you want to," Zoe said, and stepped closer to the puzzled girl.
"You mean-?"
"Play with it-lick it-suck it," Zoe encouraged. "Whatever your thing is, do it."
"Oh. Well-golly-you mean, just like that?"
Ed stepped forward so that he was that close to the trembling girl. "Why don't we go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?" He raised his hand and let his fingers pull at the tip of her nipple.
Slithers of excitement shot through Dot's body as she stared up into Ed's smiling face. Then more tingles of arousal spun through her as Zoe's fingers connected with the nipple of her other breast.
"Oh, my goodness!" Dot was beet-red.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" Zoe was all smiles. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
"But I-"
"Ever had a man and a woman sucking on your tits at the same time?" Zoe pinched Dot's nipple until the girl's body swayed with the electrical jolts she felt from the tips of her ears to the ends of her toes.
"N-No-n-n-never."
That thought excited Zoe. Her body shivered with enthusiasm. She pushed her thigh up against the girl's. "Well, baby, you've got a real treat in store."
Ed laid on the bed with his legs dangling over the side, his feet resting on the floor. Dot stood between his legs and bent forward to get a closer look as she ran her hands over his cock and balls, up his thighs and around his lower belly. Ed's cock stood taller and taller with each caress. He raised himself so that he could milk her tits and pinch his fingers into the firm nipples. Dot was writhing with the sensation of Ed's hands at her tits alone, much less with the sight of his glorious cock switching back and forth, bouncing toward her pouty lips. She was almost hypnotized by the flailing muscle.
While that action was in progress, Zoe was on her hands and knees behind the girl, running her fingers and tongue up the backs of her legs, inching nearer and nearer to her precious cunt, but never quite touching it. Dot wiggled her hips and attempted to dip down so that Zoe's tongue would connect with her cunt-lips.
Finally, practically coinciding with the moment she connected her swollen lips to the head of Ed's cock, grasping the stem of it in her hand to steady it to her mouth, and fondling his sac of testicles with the other hand, Dot felt the wetness of Zoe's tongue slide in between her cunt-lips and around the spread opening of her vagina. As Zoe licked around and in, she used her finger to stimulate Dot's clitoris.
Dot lurched her hips back, giving Zoe full access to her cunt, and, at the same, she lowered her own mouth so that she completely encircled the head of Ed's cock between her lips. Then she licked her tongue down and all over the cock-neck and further down to his balls.
After Dot had sucked on Ed's cock for some time, taking it deep into her throat time and time again, and wrapping her tongue around it, especially against the underside bulge, she came up for air. "Oh, golly, the tongue in my puss is going to trigger me off in no time, and I want this big piece of meat stuck inside me before I do. Okay?"
Zoe pulled her hands from either side of Dot's cunt, where they had been spreading the cunt-lips to let her lap further in. The flexible lips snapped on her tongue, holding it there for a moment before it was released.
Zoe got on the bed and Dot crawled in between her legs. Ed got behind Dot and, spreading her cunt with his hands, guided his cock into her slimy opening. Once the cock-head passed the lips, he pushed forward, thrusting the full length of his cock high into her vagina. Dot let out a squeal of response and, opening Zoe's cunt with her fingers, she lowered her face and began washing her tongue around it.
As Ed pumped back and forth, gradually gathering momentum with each thrust of his mighty tool, Dot slid two of her fingers into Zoe's snatch and worked them back and forth as she sucked on Zoe's clitoris as if it were a cock. That organ stood rigid and made a tasty tidbit to her hungry mouth. By then Dot was rolling from side to side as if helping Ed's pumping action.
Zoe began to squeal and call out excited phrases, her body, too, a rolling mass of climaxing flesh. Dot sucked harder and Ed thrust with all his might.
"I'm going to climax!" Zoe managed to call out as she tossed her head from side to side in delicious agony.
"Me, too," Ed warned. "How about you, Dot?"
Dot mumbled something into Zoe's cunt and pushed her hips back hard as if attempting to draw Ed's body completely into her vagina. He could tell she was ready, too.
Zoe screamed as the charge of release catapulted through her. Her sobs and sighs were spastic as her rolling body tossed and turned with juicy eruption. Practically at the same moment, the excitement ripped frantically through Ed's every muscle and lunged forward through the end of his cock, firing a wad of semen into the wet cavern of Dot's cunt. She did not know which sensation triggered her off, Dot only knew she was part of a chain reaction that sent her into spasms of erotic delight.
Pulling her mouth from Zoe's cunt, Dot sobbed, "Oh, God! God! What a fabulous-I mean-but really-whow!"
Chapter 2
Andy Kerr had been gone from E-Z Mount nearly a week, and the Weirs had become pretty well-acquainted with the Joneses before any off-season customers of note appeared at the resort. Usually it was fairly quiet in the fall of the year, until the aspens turned yellow. Then that phenomenon of nature gave some an excuse to get away from their usual routines. However, it took the first snowfall of the season to really bring them much business. Although E-Z Mount was not in a good ski area, it was near enough to attract some of the skiers.
Zoe looked up from behind the counter and nearly had to hold her jaw to keep it from sagging. The man who had come up to the counter, was one of the most striking-looking individuals she had ever seen. Besides having handsomely designed features and a physique that reeked perfection, he had a curly mop of well-trained dark hair, a flashing smile that would not stop, and light, penetrating, blue eyes that were enough to make an old hand like Zoe Jones flutter. She could just imagine the effect he had on single women, or-she laughed to herself-women like the two old maid schoolteachers who had spent the summer at E-Z Mount.
"The rest of my party will be in shortly to register," he said in a well-modulated voice, which had built-in bedroom tones. "In the meantime, I'm in urgent need of a restroom."
Zoe swallowed deeply and managed to direct him to the men's room. She watched as he disappeared in the direction she had pointed. She never tried to seduce any of their guests, or even attempted to guess what their particular sex bag was, but this man, she decided, just had to be at E-Z Mount for the Jones's specialty-and, if not, she would do her best to see he was converted at the nearest opportunity.
No more had Zoe regained her composure from the shock of seeing such a handsome individual, and had attempted to get back to her bookwork, when she was aware of being stared at. Looking up, she saw the same handsome face smiling at her, only this time with even more personality radiating what she tried to interpret as prurient interest. There was more of a twinkle in his eye-as if that could be possible. However, she was disturbed with a difference in the appearance. Yes, it was his shirt. Peculiar. Only moments ago she would have sworn he was wearing a vivid green shirt beneath his fashionably attired suit; now the shirt was magenta.
"Am I crazy," Zoe began with a confused expression, "or didn't I just see a green shirt?"
"You're not crazy, Mrs. Jones, you most definitely saw a green shirt." Did the voice have an even more sexy lilt to it?
"Well, there for a moment-" Zoe laughed. "Can I help you with something?"
"Yes, accommodations for four-two couples." The man's eyes were so intense that Zoe had to look away from staring into them. "Can you help us?"
"Oh, yes, this is our off-season." Zoe was cordial, but something else was beginning to disturb her about the man. What was it? She shook her head and tried to cover her action with a smile.
"May I register for everyone?"
"Oh, sure." Zoe handed him a registration card. "While you're filling that out, I'll go get my husband."
As the man scribbled on the card, Zoe took one last fleeting glimpse of him, and hurriedly disappeared into a back room. Ed was nowhere to be found, so she called on the intercom for Steve Weir to come up and give a hand with the new arrivals. Then, like a child afraid she might miss something important, she quickly returned to the reception counter.
"Oh, my!" Zoe gasped as she eyed the handsome man torso to face the back again. "Your shirt-?"
"My shirt? What's wrong with it?"
"It's green again."
"It's been green ever since I put it on this morning." The man laughed good-naturedly, and handed the registration to the puzzled woman.
"But it was magenta just a few minutes ago."
"Not my shirt." His eyes were twinkling. He was playing a game with her.
Zoe quickly glanced from those burning eyes to the card in her hand. "Well, Mr.-a-Mr. McAn- Oh."
"Yes, I'm Roy McAn, in the green shirt." He smiled at the joke. "My brother is Mr. Rob McAn, in the magenta shirt. We're twins. Identical twins." He laughed even more. "And if that isn't enough to confuse you-or anyone else-we're married to identical twins, Bet and Babs."
"Oh, my, that is confusing." Zoe flushed. "How do you know-"
"Who's sleeping with whom? Well, when you look that much alike, it really doesn't matter, does it?" His eyes flickered and she knew he was a swinger. "We change off, back and forth. Excuse me, Mrs. Jones, I'm not usually this outspoken, but you see Rob and I are good friends of Andy Kerr. We came up from Phoenix to surprise him. He told us all about E-Z Mount."
"Oh, dear." Zoe looked relieved to have the riddle of the shirts solved, but she was distressed to think the McAns had come all that way only to find Andy gone. She explained the situation. But at that point, Steve Weir entered and he and Roy McAn recognized each other.
"Steve Weir! My God, it's been a century!" Roy McAn stepped toward the shorter, chunky man and they met in an open-arm embrace.
"For crying out loud!" Steve obviously avoided calling the name of the twin. "Which is it?"
"Roy."
"Where's Rob?"
Roy flashed a personality smile to Zoe, then replied, "In his magenta shirt-outside getting the girls."
"The girls?" Steve blushed, surprised to hear the McAn brothers were married.
"Yeah. If you think it was hard to tell Rob and me apart, wait till you meet Bet and Babs. They're identical twins, too. Don't think you'd know them. We met them up in Hanover, New Hampshire. A couple of real wild swingers!"
"Steve Weir!" The voice came from the doorway, and in a moment Rob McAn, in the magenta shirt, came dashing in to throw his arms about both Steve and his brother at the same time. There was much back-slapping and groping, digging into shoulders and body rubbing. Zoe looked on in amazement. She had never seen such affectionate friendship between three men.
When the boys broke apart, Zoe could see Babs and Bet standing in the entrance. Even their clothing was identical. "Seeing the four of you," she laughed after studying the McAn party, "is enough to send a body to the optometrist-if not the psychiatrist. You must create a sensation wherever you go."
"Well, teacups are known to rattle," Babs said, as she pulled her sister toward the counter. Their eyes scanned the bulky figure of Steve Weir, and what they saw fascinated them. They said, "Hmmm," in unison, and looked from the man to each other and back again, after giving a nod of approval.
"Is this Andy Kerr?" Bet questioned as she nudged her twin.
"No, Andy's not here. This is another real good friend of ours, honey, Steve Weir." Roy was quick to lead his wife to Steve. He noted how their grips lingered, and turned and winked at his twin.
"You married now, Steve?" Rob asked as he noted both Bet's and Babs' interest in the man.
"Oh, yeah. I married Dot Matson." Steve was all smiles, and practically had to wrench his hands from the girls' grips.
"Steve," Zoe interrupted the reunion, "do you want to take the McAns up to 23 and 25. Those rooms can be made into a suite if desired. Will you folks be eating here tonight?"
"I think so." Suddenly Rob sounded fatigued. He stifled a yawn. "We've been driving steady, nonstop from Phoenix."
"Leave it to the boys to peter out first," Babs giggled, and, arm in arm with her sister, they climbed the stairs behind Steve, admiring each turn of his tight buttocks as if trying to imagine it bare. They tittered amongst themselves.
"Well, then," Zoe called after them, "why don't you freshen up and we'll plan dinner for six? We have no other guests-off-season." She again eyed the twin boys and tried to imagine how they would look stark naked, perhaps rubbing the heads of their cocks over the nipples of her tits. She could hardly wait to tell Ed about the McAns.
Ed and Steve had been painting the cabin interiors that week. After dinner Ed had some touch up work to do. The McAn brothers were in the mood for nothing but a quiet game of Bridge. Zoe and Dot Weir decided to team up opposite them. Soon the four were very involved in their game.
Babs and Bet were twitchy restless. The sight of Steve's bull-like body fascinated them, and sent their juices into motion. But, playing it coy, they asked Steve if he would show them around while the others were occupied with cards. He bounced to their service like a puppy dog anxious to be petted. He, too, had admired their model-like figures, and images of having sex with two identical girls at the same time danced through his mind. But he played it cool and explained several of the attractions of E-Z Mount.
"And this," Steve announced like a tourist guide, "is the play-that is, the game room."
"The notorious game room!" Babs exclaimed.
"You've heard of it?" Steve was uncertain which of the two girls intrigued him the most; but since he really could not tell them apart, he figured it didn't matter.
Bet stood at the door as Steve led the way into the room. Then, when all three were inside, she gently pushed the door closed and leaned against it. The room was dimly lighted, but sufficiently enough to give it a certain mysterious atmosphere. Steve looked back as he heard the doorlatch click. He shot sharp glances from one twin to the other, both of whom seemed nonchalant about the entire matter.
"It's pleasantly warm down here," Babs casually observed as she scanned the room and noted the large mats spread over the center of the room.
"Yes, I turned on the heat earlier." Steve reddened.
"Oh? Expecting some sort of party?"
"Well, no."
"A wrestling match, perhaps?" Bet questioned as she pushed herself from the door and moved to where her sister was, next to Steve.
"Well, hardly." Steve's cheeks were fiery hot. He imagined the girls wanted to rape him. He, of course, was eager for that, but decided to play along with them anyway.
"I guess you and your wife are swappers, too," Babs said matter-of-factly.
"Well-yes." Steve was not totally prepared for such a candid question so soon.
"The boys are kind of beat tonight from all that driving," Bet commented, resting her weight sexily on one hip. "I mean, they're wild in bed when it's their time for girls-but they're even more ac/dc than we are. Naturally, when they're not in the mood, we either go out and find some other guy or guys, or-well, we have ways of taking care of each other."
"We may have to take care of each other tonight," Babs said picking up her sister's thought, then pointed her finger, jabbing it into the hard muscle of Steve's chest, "unless you want to come to our rescue."
"Oh, well, I-that is-" Steve shrugged his shoulders and looked down his shirt front as Babs inserted her fingers beneath his buttons and touched his hairy chest. Then, before he could make further comment, she unbuttoned three buttons and rubbed the palm of her hand over his mat of chest hair.
"You look man enough to take on two sex-hungry twins," Babs said, as she stroked the tips of her fingers over the nipples on his chest, which were large and soft. The presence of her hand caused flutters of excitement to throb through him. "Sexy chest. Come get a feel, Bet."
As Bet approached and put her hand beneath Steve's shirt, Babs unfastened the rest of his shirt buttons. That accomplished, she jerked his shirttail from his trousers. The two girls eased the shirt from his back as he looked on, somewhat amazed at their brazenness. Now Bet clawed her fingers clutchingly into the right side of his pectoral development, while Babs scratched into the left side.
"You see, Bet, I told you he had a hard chest." Babs laughed. "Bet thought because you looked so barrel-chested that you would be flabby." She removed her grip from his chest and clamped it on his belly. "Neither is his tummy, Bet. Feel."
Now both girls were digging their fingers into his abdominal muscles. He cringed, but let them get a good feel.
"I'll bet he's hard lower, too."
"You mean his thighs?" -
"And calves. Not to mention his-" Instead of saying the word, Bet clamped her hand over Steve's hardening cock, getting a firm feel of the object which had set her imagination into high gear from the moment she laid eyes on him. "Well, at least it's getting that way."
"Let me feel."
While Babs groped about Steve's crotch, Bet unfastened his belt and trouser buttons. Bet reached into his pants and pushed Babs hand aside so she could get a naked feel of the merchandise, while Babs peeled his trousers down his legs, followed by his boxer shorts. Steve kicked his way out of his shoes so Babs could get the trousers off him. Then, standing naked, and amply encouraged by the finger exploring of the two girls, his cock sprang forward in extended glory. Bet slid the skin back and forth on it several times before she released her hold and let it spring forward on its own. Both girls stood back and admired it.
The twins undressed each other, while Steve watched, his interest nor his cock going down, but responding with a feverish reaction. His eyes nearly bulged when the bra straps were loosened and their round orbs of flesh fell forward. Then as they skinned out of their panties, his cock switched the air to the fullest extent of its length, the head glistening.
The girls, once completely naked, stroked their bodies before slinking toward the man like cannibals scanning a menu. Steve imagined he was a bird being stalked by two ravenous pussies as each pounced on him at the same moment. Each fastened their mouths to the shallow area beneath his collarbones, then, with eager slurping, they began outlining that collarbone until their mouths met at his sternum. They washed. their mouths back toward his nipples, over the soft body hair. One girl, Steve had no idea which, was sliding her hand down to grope his cock, while the other girl cupped and fondled his balls. Each of the girls had their other hands sliding and exploring about his back, until each gripped a cheek of his ass and wiggled their fingers around the crack of it to find the puckered anus.
Their mouths met again at Steve's navel, their tongues simultaneously piercing that indentation, licking in and at each other's in the same motion. By then Steve was alive with sensation which caused his body to jerk from side to side, twisting as if to free himself from their tickling stimulation. Their tongues lined down the middle of his lower belly, side by side, then separated and lapped about his entire lower belly.
Now one girl, again he was uncertain which, began moving around his side and licking up to his armpit before her tongue ran over the thickness of his back, from side to side and down his spinal column.
As the tongue reached the base of his spine, Steve called out, "Jesus! What a sensation!" At that same moment, as he felt fingers parting the cheeks of his ass so that the tongue could trace in between them, he was shattered into a prickly invasion throughout all his nerve ends by the connection of a hot mouth over the head of his cock. Slowly the mouth completely covered that rigid muscle, while the tongue at his ass penetrated its liquid point into his asshole. Now he screamed out a series of Ohs! and Ahs! and a couple of Goddamns! as the mouth at his cock seemed to take the full length of it as if she were attempting to meet her sister's lips approaching from the other side.
He had reached one had in front of him to grasp at the tits he found there, and behind him to fumble for the other set of orbs. He was milking and undulating as the mouths at his lower extremities attempted to devour him.
Steve had reached the point where another moment of that frantic stimulation would cause him to pop his load. He warned the girls of his lack of further control. Almost immediately the tongues and lips were withdrawn from their places of interest.
He was unaware of it, but while the twins were mouthing his body, they were fingering each other's cunts and massaging them with such gouging and caressing that they, too, were on the verge of climax "
"Get down on your back," Babs, who was in front, ordered. "I want to sit on your cock."
Steve obeyed the command, and was no sooner into a reclining position before Babs was straddling his hips and reaching to guide his throbbing pole into her liquid cunt. Once she held the cock-head to the opening, she wiggled herself down until she was completely impaled by that hot muscle. Holding it securely in place, Babs motioned for Bet to crouch down over Steve's face. As she did, she held her cunt-lips apart to make an entrance for Steve's tongue.
Babs' hands wrapped about her sister, cupping one of her tits in each as she began a bouncing motion over Steve's cock that was pistoning back and forth within her. Bet's cunt-lips, wet with excitement, met Steve's mouth and she shrilled as his tongue stretched up into her pussy. Once all three were in that position and in movement, their bodies twisted and jolted, as hands groped and squeezed.
The girls soon began a chorus of hysterical screams and gasping sobs, indicating that their moment of climax was at hand. Their bodies pitched back and forth atop Steve, as his jolted with each thrust of his cock.
Bet let out a shrill, sustained scream, broken only by intermingled erotic gasps. "Now-NOW-NOW!!!!"
Bet's scream of climax triggered Steve as he loosened as much come into Babs' cunt as he could muster, driving his cock even higher into her with fierce jerks and spastic lunges.
Babs shrieked with the invasion of Steve's fluid, and jerked at her sister's tits as if she were attempting to pull them from her chest. Once the flood of excitement had subsided within her cunt, Babs fell forward and rested her teeth at her sister's back.
"Oh, man, that was something else," Steve observed, once he had regained his breath.
"That's only the start of it, Daddy," Babs replied.
And Bet echoed her sister's sentiment. "Only the very start, Stevie-baby."
Steve eyed the girls. He was game-for a time or two more, at least.
Chapter 3
Rob and Roy McAn, for being playboys with substantial affluence, were really day people, up and about early in the morning, while their twin sister wives preferred lounging in bed beyond a respectable hour. This presented some conflict, but, since the boys usually went one way and the girls another, they had adjusted to it.
So, after a night of frantic sexual activity with Steve Weir, Bet and Babs were prepared to spend the majority of the next day in bed-asleep. The boys were up early, bouncing around as if they had all the energy in the world. Skiing was one of their most avid interests. After consulting with Ed Jones, they discovered there was some snow at a much higher elevation. Ed was pretty much caught up with his painting. He decided to take the day off and drive up with the boys. On impulse, although they were completely aware that Steve Weir had made it with their wives the night before, Roy and Rob decided to invite their old friend along.
Steve was in no respectable state to go on an outing, but because he had completely shot his load with the McAn girls, Dot had given him a hard time-not so much because he made it with the girls, but because he did not save any for her. Completely wiped out, he was only barely able to crawl in bed beside her and kiss her patronizingly, before he slipped into exhausted unconsciousness. Almost out of self-defense, Steve decided to join the other three men. He would be able to sleep during the drive.
That morning Dot helped Zoe make curtains for some of the cabins. The women were pensive and had little chatter to offer one another. Zoe could tell Dot was upset about something, and figured it was caused by the fact that Steve had disappeared with the McAn girls while they were playing Bridge.
Finally, after pouring each of them a cup of coffee, Zoe crossed behind Dot and put her arm around her shoulders. "You know, baby, one thing you've got to learn about this swapping game is that you can't get jealous or even envious over your husband making it with some other gal or gals. He still loves you."
"I know that, Zoe." Dot stared up into the woman's understanding face. Then, on impulse, she threw her arms about Zoe's waist and hugged her. "I know he loves me-and I know that we both have things for making the scene with other persons. It's just that he was too pooped after romping with those broads to have any juice left for me."
"Hmmm. And you've got a twitchy cooze this morning."
"Seems like I'm ready most of the time. The doctor says I have a gland problem." Dot squeezed even tighter.
"You know, people in general have some queer notions about sex." Zoe brushed Dot's short red hair back from her forehead. "A lot of them think it can only happen one way, or that if two or more people of the same sex have fun and games, there's something wrong with it. Nonsense! A lot of times individuals of the same sex can satisfy each other more than members of the opposite sex."
"Huh?" Dot was wide-eyed.
"Sure, baby," Zoe chuckled. "Some people go one way, some go another, and some go both ways and all ways. And the more variety they get, the better sex becomes."
Dot took her arms from around Zoe. "You mean, just two girls doing it, without a man?"
"Why not?" Zoe stroked her hand down the back of Dot's head and around her shoulder, gently letting it fall toward her protruding bust. "Two girls, three girls, four girls-it's all a kick, at least worth trying once."
Dot was uncertain as to whether it was the presence of Zoe's hand on her tit or the thought of having sex with three or four women at once that caused her to tremble with a certain excitement. She shook all over, as a matter of fact. Her first impulse was to put her arms back around Zoe, to rest her head on the warm belly and perhaps caress her fingers down into her crotch, or slide them up her dress to pet the furry pussy hidden beneath. It took much control to restrain herself from doing that. Instead she attempted to put a studied shocked expression on her face. "Three or four girls? I mean-where would you find-that is, two others-?"
Zoe rolled her eyes upward as if indicating the second floor where the McAn twin girls were sleeping. She smiled and winked. "After all, the men will be gone all day and perhaps into the evening. Unless we get some unexpected guests, which is hardly likely this time of the week, there will just be the four of us gals looking for something to amuse ourselves."
"Do you think the McAn girls would do it?" There was a certain eagerness in Dot's voice that she could not disguise. "I mean, Steve told me they were real man hungry."
"One of their husbands confided that both the McAn boys and the McAn girls were ac/dc."
"Ac/dc?"
"They swing with either men or women." Zoe ran her hand again through Dot's hair and reached down to firmly squeeze her boob. "Let's get these curtains finished and hung. Maybe the sleeping beauties will make a grand entrance upon the world a little later on. However, I'll give you odds that we can make it with them. And it wouldn't surprise me in the least if they approach us first with a proposition."
Now Dot was even more alive with anticipation. The more she considered the possibility of making the sex scene with the McAn girls, the more twitchy her cunt became, so that she could hardly concentrate on the sewing of the curtains.
Zoe knew, from past experience, that girls like Dot, who were never really fully sexually satisfied, had to be led into such a Lesbian type of circumstance with a certain finesse, or they might have a negative reaction-or worse yet, may totally change their outlook toward sex and want to go the female homosexual route all the way. But Zoe felt herself competent in handling the situation.
The curtains were finished around two in the afternoon, hemmed and pressed, ready to be hung. The girls had taken time out for a light lunch, at which time, although out-and-out mention of sex was not made, they did wonder about the McAn twins and their extremely late sleeping habits. Dot thought that if they were so worn out and fatigued from the bout of the night before, what must poor Steve be like.
Later Dot and Zoe made the rounds of the cabins to hang the curtains. At the second cabin, Dot climbed up on the step stool to put the rods in place as Zoe handed her the curtains. The stool began to teeter as Dot stretched to put the rod on the hood, she shrieked. Zoe reached up and, seemingly inadvertently, ran her hand up under Dot's skirt to steady her thigh.
"Just hold your hand on my leg till I catch this on there." Dot was so busily attempting to get the rod in place that it was several seconds before she was aware that Zoe's hand was high up on her naked thigh. As she relaxed back from her tiptoed position, Zoe's fingers slid further up her thigh until they lightly brushed against the smooth panties.
"You okay now?" Zoe held her hand in place until she was certain.
"I've got my balance, if that's what you mean, but-" Dot gave an embarrassed giggle.
"But-?"
"I was just thinking how good your hand felt-you know, on my leg-and especially when your finger rubbed up into my-well, my panties." Dot looked down as Zoe quickly lifted her hand. However, before she could retrieve it from that spot, Dot moved her other leg so that Zoe's hand was caught between her thighs. "Guess I must be horny as hell, huh?"
Zoe squeezed her fingers into the soft white flesh of Dot's upper thigh. She could barely feel the rayon of her panties above. Dot wiggled and slightly undulated her hips as if to keep Zoe's hand in place, but to also encourage it to feel around.
"I would say," Zoe replied after kneading the soft flesh several times and working her index finger up high enough to trace the slit of Dot's cunt beneath the panties, "that Steve neglecting you last night left you in a bad way."
"Tell me, don't I know it." Dot squirmed again and tried to push herself further down so Zoe's finger would penetrate into the panties.
Zoe gave one final squeeze, lined her finger back and forth over the crack, and eased her hand out from between the two viselike thighs. "Come on, we've got two more cabins to do."
"Give me a hand." Dot looked down, her face red, her lips glistening.
"Give you a hand? Where?" Zoe grabbed hold of Dot's wrist and helped her down. The two women stood next to each other, Dot practically oozing her body up against Zoe's. The latter smiled and reached up to pinch Dot's tit, just once before she gathered the remaining curtains and hurried out of the cabin.
Zoe climbed the step stool in the next cabin. As she stood on tiptoes to put the rod in place, her short skirt pulled upward so that her panties were exposed.
"Careful!" Dot got so she was at Zoe's right side. She reached her hands up and clasped them about the woman's thighs. "Here, let me steady you."
"Easy does it."
Dot had placed her hands just below Zoe's pink panties. As Zoe came back down, Dot let her hand move up to her crotch so she could feel the outline of slit and soft fuzzy hair beneath. She stroked it several times, as if petting a pussy of the feline type. Zoe looked down at her, smiled, then reached to put the other end of the rod in place. As she did, Dot caressed up and lined her fingers down the cut of her crotch and under between her legs, allowing her finger to stroke into the cunt-lips beneath the silky fabric. They were moist. Dot slid her fingers up to massage Zoe's clitoris. Then, as Zoe got down from her tiptoes, Dot's hand reached up to the elastic and slowly tugged the panties over Zoe's hips and down her thighs. She used both hands to roll them down to her feet.
"You'd better step out of them if you don't want to trip," Dot advised, as she held the panties for Zoe to do just that.
"Don't tell me you're getting cunt-happy, too!" Zoe laughed, as Dot slid the panties up her arm and rested them on her shoulder.
"Too?"
"I mean cock-happy when a guy is around," Zoe replied as she looked down at the excited woman, "and cunt-happy when a guy isn't around."
Dot wet her lips and laughed. "Just keeping up with the Joneses."
"Or going down with the Joneses," Zoe added with a bit of irony.
"Going down with? Hmmm. That sounds like fun." Dot ran her hand back up Zoe's leg until she tickled the pubic hair, then fingered her way in between cunt-lips until she found the vaginal opening in which to thrust her finger.
"Oooo, you're getting good at that, honey," Zoe called down. "But do me a favor and clip that fingernail. You're liable to snag or pierce something important with that. Besides, with the end rounded, it makes it feel more like a cock-smaller, but the same general feel."
Dot swabbed her finger back and forth several times. "Sorry about that. Say, have you ever heard of a rubber device that looks like a man's organ?"
"Seen one? Unfinger me," Zoe chuckled, "and when we get the other curtains hung, I'll show you one."
"Really?"
"Cross my heart."
Before they got the last curtains up, at which time Dot climbed again to hang them, Zoe managed to remove Dot's panties in much the same way that hers had been taken off. She, too, let her fingers explore the cunt above her. Then the girls, each carrying the other's panties slung over their shoulders, headed for the lodge. They were arm in arm as they entered the main reception area, only to be met by the arched eyebrows of Babs and Bet McAn.
"Hi!" Zoe was all smiles and personality, and aroused. "You lovelies finally shake the sleep from your eyes?"
"We helped ourselves to coffee," Babs announced.
"Looks like the boys got off as threatened," Bet filled in and scanned the two women before them.
"All the men have taken off," Zoe said, "leaving just us four girls. Some sort of problem we can help you with?"
Bet and Babs exchanged glances. They had been eyeing Zoe and Dot lasciviously-but then, there were very few people, male or female, whom they did not appraise sexually. The twins smiled in unison and once again swept their glances over the well-defined curves of the women before them. Their eyes stopped at the panties slung over Zoe and Dot's shoulders. Eyebrows raised.
"Been hunting and catch a couple of goodies?" Babs questioned, sucking in her cheeks so that her lips puckered.
"As a matter of fact," Zoe said, without sounding ruffled, "we've been hanging curtains, and all that stretching was too much for the elastic-they slipped."
"Ah, too bad," Bet exclaimed and attempted to look slightly horrified at the tragedy. "Of course, Babs and I hardly ever wear panties-for expediency's sake."
Babs put her arm around her sister and reached so that she could pinch her tit. "What's there to do around here with the men gone? And I suppose there's not a good stiff prick around for miles."
"Thought you-" Dot snapped, but Zoe quickly interrupted.
"We were under the impression," Zoe smiled sweetly with a genuine expression, "that you two were well taken care of last night."
"We were. But that was last night and this is today." Babs tossed her head back so that her bleached hair fell over her shoulders.
Zoe slid Dot's panties down from her shoulder and twirled them on her finger. "Well, we were planning to do a little muff-diving ourselves-or whatever-if you girls would care to join us."
"Muff-diving?" Bet questioned, and Babs whispered an explanation. "Oh! Sounds groovy!"
"Like four grooves." Zoe was twinkling with excitement.
All four girls laughed, and Zoe led the way into the Jones's apartment.
It was only a matter of seconds before each of the girls had pulled off all their garments and all four stood a bit awkwardly eyeing and admiring the naked flesh of the others.
"Shouldn't someone say," Babs questioned, "get on your mark; get set; go?"
"Or ollie-ollie-ox-in-free!" Bet put her fingers beneath one of Dot's tits, and bounced it as if weighing it for size. "My, that's a nice pair of boobs you've got there. No wonder Steve was so good. I'll bet you give him a helluva lot of practice."
Dot wiggled beneath Bet's touch. "He gets his share. Ooo, that tickles! But it isn't practice-it's the real thing!"
Babs placed her hand on the second of Dot's tits with a light milking motion, then she placed her hand on one of Zoe's tits, while Bet stroked at Zoe's other. Zoe, too, fondled one each of the twins' breasts, while Dot was the last to catch up and participate in the action.
As the hands clutched and groped tits, the torsos were shoved together so that each was touching at least two others. Now Babs turned her face to Zoe's and bent her head forward so that their lips could touch. Zoe responded, and soon first one and then the other was opening wide to suck the other's tongue in. Dot was not so certain that she wanted to participate that far, when Bet turned her face to her, but she was so aroused by the manipulation of her tits that she was hot enough to do anything. Soon the four broke into couples as they embraced, hugged, fondled tits and slid their hands down smooth bodies until they dug their fingers into each other's snatches. Once fingers touched the liquid cunt-lips and poked into slimy caverns, all four girls began lunging their bodies and rolling from side to side as their anticipation grew.
After they had spent some time kissing and rubbing each other into ecstatic heights, they changed partners and continued to even further moments of arousal. Zoe finally broke away from the other three to go get something. Once she was away, both Babs and Bet dove their mouths for Dot's tits and sucked the nipples in until they became so hard and sensitive that Dot moaned and groaned with rolling hysterical screams. While the twins had their mouths on Dot's tits, they each had a finger stuffed up into her cunt. Dot's fingers were in the twin's pussies, groping and gouging. All three of their clits were hard with the rubbing given by the others, and their bodies flopped and twisted as ring after ring of excitement splashed through them.
When Zoe returned from her mission, she had a two-headed dildo, about twelve inches long and bowed. While she watched the other three in frenzied action, she used one hand to part her own cunt-lips, while she inserted the hard rubber into her vagina with the other hand. She gouged it in as far as it would go, slamming it against her cervix and ramming it in and out a couple of times to increase her enthusiasm-as if that was really necessary.
"Okay," Zoe called, like a truck driver in heat, "which of you broads wants to be fucked?"
Bet pulled her mouth away from wherever it was, long enough to eye the hard, curved rubber protruding from the slit of Zoe's cunt. The shape and size was exactly what her twat was twitching for. She pulled herself away from the other two and simply asked, "Where?"
"Get on the floor and spread your legs, baby." Zoe used her hand to guide Bet to the floor and immediately scrambled to get on her knees and crawl in between her legs. As she did, Bet pulled her knees forward so that her rear end rocked up off the floor and her cunt was spread wide, a glistening cavern awaiting the penetration of that organ she so greatly admired and longed to have inside her. Zoe ran the cock-head of the dildo up and down the slit of Bet's cunt, until she was able to catch the large rubber knob between the flexible lips of the opening. As the cunt-lips clamped around it, she slowly thrust herself forward until the fullness of the rubber prong was completely within Bet and their pussy hairs met, the wetness of their cunts rubbing against each other.
Babs and Dot, attracted by the other two girls' performances, broke from what they were doing. Almost immediately, Babs crossed to straddle her sister's body, facing Zoe. Using one hand to spread her pussy, Babs put her other hand behind Zoe's head and guided it to her twat. Zoe projected her tongue and licked it. Bet, from below, observing this bit, put the soles of her feet against Babs' buttocks to support her in that position. Now Zoe began a slow methodic pumping of her pelvis, in tempo with the lapping of her tongue into Babs' snatch.
Dot watched, her own cunt drooling at the sight of all the activity. Zoe was milking Babs' tits and Babs was fondling Zoe's. Dot crouched down, straddling Bet's head and facing her, so that Bet could lick and finger up into Dot's cunt. Once Bet's tongue connected with her oozy cunt-lips and her fingers gouged at her clitoris, Dot began kissing and licking over Babs' back.
It was not long in that position before the girls began groaning and squealing, their bodies becoming more spastic with each thrust of the dildo, tongue and fingers.
Babs screamed out first. "Jesus, girl! With a tongue like that I'd marry you, if you weren't already spoken for! Christ, I'm ready to shoot!!" Her body rolled into a big, juicy, screaming climax, which so excited Dot that she immediately felt her cunt flood with release.
The rubber dildo slid in and out of Zoe's and Bet's cunts with an accelerated rhythm, while they both lapped their tongues into the cunts at their faces. At last their action became so spastic and convulsive that their bodies bolted almost in unison with the feverish orgasm that shot through them.
Although momentarily spent, they would each try variations on the theme before the afternoon was over.
Chapter 4
The late-model, powder-blue Buick swerved around the mountain curves at top speed, squealing rubber and straining the high-powered motor. It was late afternoon and the autumn sun had already dipped behind the rocky hills. Long shadows loomed across the road in that mysterious twilight before dark.
The woman, her jaw set in defiance, braced herself on the passenger's side of the front seat. She was an attractive woman, perhaps in her late thirties. It was difficult to tell since she wore makeup well, and had no telltale signs of age about her face. Her body, wrapped in a mink coat, was also well-preserved; and when viewed in a bathing suit or totally nude, she could compete with most girls in their early twenties. But she had a teenage son and daughter. The expression on her attractive face was grim. She eyed the man in the driver's seat with disdain. He was the father of her children, the man to whom she had given nearly seventeen years of her life. The contemptuous glance she gave him darted back to the curving road and the swiftness with which shadowed objects seemed to pass them. Several times she started to speak, to reprimand his reckless driving, but she bit her tongue, sucked her breath deeply into her lungs and held to the armrest for dear life.
Fred Smith, Rose's business man-type husband, also sat with a firm jaw as he twisted the steering wheel from one side to the other. The squealing of the tires seemed to underline his urgency for arriving in Denver at the soonest possible moment. It was in the Colorado capitol that Fred and Rose Smith intended to file divorce papers and end their turbulent marriage.
Fred was a good-looking man, long-faced with well-chiseled features. He worked out regularly at the Y, and jogged whenever possible. He, too, did not look his age, more like a virile twenty-seven-year-old. At his office in a Pueblo engineering firm, he was considered by the secretaries (and anyone else that might be impressed by masculine beauty) to be by far the most attractive, and the one with whom any and all would gladly be stranded on a deserted island. There was no doubt about it, Fred Knox was the ideal Mr. America candidate (of a few years back), and still no slouch. Unfortunately, as far as the girls at the company were concerned, Fred had been a devoted husband, who did not, most emphatically because of religious reasons, trifle with an occasional dalliance on the side. Nor did Rose Smith, for the same reason, deviate from the prescribed husband-wife sexual relationships-although this had left them bored silly for the past several years.
Now it had come to the point that the Smiths were completely sexually incompatible-and frustrated. Twice Rose had caught her husband masturbating in the shower, and any number of times, Fred felt the bed jiggling long after he pretended to be asleep, certain that Rose was massaging her clitoris to gain some sort of physical release. Yet neither would admit to their need for sexual expression. Consequently they had drifted further and further apart toward this ultimate solution of divorce-and perhaps a brighter future.
"Fred! Please! It's almost dark. You know how your eyes are at night!" Fear tinged Rose's normally melodious voice.
"I know what I'm doing!" Fred had a gruff exterior to hide his emotional reaction at this whole situation of divorce. It was Rose's idea, not his, but, by God, he would see it through, even if it ruined the children's lives and all. He had proposed they remain together at least till the children were grown. But Rose had been insistent about starting the action now. Perhaps, deep within herself, she felt that might spur them into seeking counseling.
A dark figure darted across the road. Fred slammed on the breaks, spinning the car in such a way that it nearly skidded to the edge of a cliff. In fact, the rear tires were just barely hanging on to the soft shoulder.
"Damn! Goddamn it to hell!"
"Oh, my Lord!" Rose was nearly in a state of shock. "Please don't swear, Fred."
"What was it that ran across the road?" Fred craned his eyes to see, then turned off the ignition to get out and look. "Probably a deer or something." When he saw the position of the wheels, he let out a low whistle. "Now, there's nothing to worry about, Rose-but I think you'd better get out of the car for a few minutes."
Rose did as she was told, and shrieked when she saw how near they were to going over the ridge. Fred had been warned to be careful driving at night in the city. He was fairly cautious and wore his driving glasses. But he had not brought the glasses along on this trip. Rose sighed deeply and pulled the fur coat around her body, shivering from reaction and the cold wind that was whistling through the nodding trees.
The wheels spun in the soft shoulder of granite gravel alongside the road. The smell of burning rubber was pungent before the tires finally took hold and rolled the car away from its precarious position. Fred then motioned for her to get back into the car.
Rose decided it best to keep quiet and hope Fred learned his lesson. He did drive a mite slower, but there was still eager urgency in his handling of the car.
"Fred," Rose said a while later, "maybe we should stop somewhere for the night-I mean up here in the mountains-at a resort or something. We don't have to be in Denver until tomorrow afternoon."
"Rooms are higher-priced up here. You know what resort prices are. Remember two summers ago when we went to Estes Park? Outrageous!" Fred pressed the accelerator with a heavy foot.
"Fred! Please!"
Fred ignored her protestations and drove hell-bent into the now night-enshrouded road.
A few moments later two luminous eyes loomed in the road ahead of them. They seemed not to move. Fred eased his foot on the gas pedal and slowed nearly to a halt. The eyes, or whatever they were, disappeared. Cold sweat bubbled out on the man's forehead, fear trembled his body. Instinctively he groped at his crotch; then raised his hand from there to mop his brow. He slowed the car to a bare crawl.
"Fred? Are you all right?"
The man sighed, making a peculiar rasping noise. "Yes-I think so. I wish I had brought my glasses."
"I wish you had, too."
Fred took the next several turns at an extremely slow pace. Fear seemed to be overtaking his body as though he were attempting to drive blindfolded.
A light was up ahead, illuminating a sign. The car came to a halt before it.
Rose read: "E-Z Mount Lodge and Resort, 500 yards ahead. Ed and Zoe Jones, proprietors."
Fred cleared his throat. He always hated to admit defeat, but he realized he had no other choice. "Well, all right. We'll register as man and wife, but, by heaven, we'll take separate rooms."
"I have no desire to sleep with you anyway," Rose replied proudly. "You snore."
"I have an adenoid condition."
"It still comes out like snoring." Rose swallowed a smile that tried to play at her lips. She had won a point in convincing him to take a room in the mountains.
The car rounded the next two curves at a slow crawl. Up ahead they could see the cold light that shone on the E-Z Mount sign. The Buick was hardly moving as it glided into the driveway. The engine was turned off and the Smiths sat in a stunned silence, neither moving. They had arrived after an agonizing drive.
"Well, let's see if they have any rooms," Fred said after he had breathed deeply several times. "You coming?"
Ed Jones had come out to the counter to answer the bell. The front door was unlocked because the McAns had gone up to Evergreen for dinner. Steve and Dot had retired early, as they wanted private togetherness that night, and Ed and Zoe had planned the same. They were merely waiting for the McAns to return so they could lock up.
Ed stared into the almost angry expressions of the Smiths as they stood apart on the other side of the counter. Neither smiled, and, in fact, each wore rather sober expressions.
"Have you any rooms for the night?" Fred managed a pleasant smile, one which he could turn on at will for business purposes. He was still shaking.
"A double bed for two?" Ed was all smiles and hospitality.
"No," Rose interrupted, "two singles. My husband and I are on our way to Denver to get a divorce."
"Rose, that isn't necessary. I'm certain this man isn't interested in our private affairs." Fred was embarrassed.
"Well, I think we can fix you up okay," Ed beamed. "Going to Denver to get a divorce, huh?" He eyed the strangers. Obviously they were not going to divulge anything further. Ed smiled and flashed his eyes first from Fred's stern expression to Rose's. "Let me see, I can give you adjoining rooms-"
"It wouldn't matter if they were at extreme ends of the hallway," Fred said, and cast an expression of disdain at his wife.
"Having sex problems, huh?" Ed had his head lowered as he flashed his eyes, looking from one to the other of the people across from him.
"Sex?" Rose snapped.
"I don't think that's any of your business." Anger welled in Fred's voice. "Have you two rooms, or haven't you?"
"Why, yes, I believe we have. Let me check with my wife." Ed moved to the door of their private apartment. "Oh, Zoe, mind coming out for a few minutes?" He turned back to the Smiths. "Mind filling out this card while she's on her way. Or perhaps you'd rather fill out two cards?"
When Zoe appeared, buttoning her dress and walking as if she had not quite gotten into her shoes, Ed was examining the card which Rose Smith had filled out. "What is it, Ed?" She eyed the couple. "Oh, hello, I'm Zoe Jones-this is Ed."
The Smiths forced smiles.
Zoe peered over Ed's arm to read the card. "Fred and Rose Smith. Glad to know you." She was turning on her hostess charm to a rather cold reception.
"Zoe, Mr. and Mrs. Smith are on their way to Denver to get a divorce," Ed whispered.
"A divorce?" Zoe's voice was close to a shriek. "Oh, dear, and you look like such a nice couple, too."
"You'll have to excuse my wife," Ed said to two stoic expressions across the counter, "she has her own opinions as to why marriages don't last, and always feels it her duty to see what she can do to-"
"I'm afraid our marriage has gone beyond any salvation," Rose interrupted. "Now if you'll show me to my room, I wish to retire early."
"Certainly." Zoe retained her smile, but a look of worry had come to her eyes. "I'll show you up, and Ed can finish down here and show your husband." She circled around the counter, but before she took Rose's arm, she turned back to appraise the man watching them. Was she mistaken, or was there a glint of interest on Fred Smith's part in her body? She decided to play a hunch, Taking Rose Smith's arm, she guided her toward the stairs.
"Oh, and Fred," Rose turned back from the third step, "I'll need my overnight bag from the back seat of the car."
"Yes-ah-dear-I mean-" Fred forced a grin, then smiled sheepishly back at Ed. "How much do I owe you?"
"Too bad you can only stay one night ... " Zoe chatted like she and Rose had been friends for years. "The aspens are just getting beautiful-my favorite time of the year."
Rose made an affirmative sound and scanned her eyes about the dark hallway. In a way she was glad Zoe was so friendly. Rose needed a friend, someone she could confide in. Her friends at home, or at least her acquaintances, were close to both Fred and her. She was always afraid things would get back to him. Did she dare confide in a friendly stranger?
"You know, Mrs. Smith," Zoe said as she pushed open the door to her room, "-oh, that sounds so formal-do you mind if I call you Rose?"
"No, certainly."
"And, remember, I'm Zoe. Well, anyway, this being the off-season, we have very few customers. As a matter of fact-and a real strange situation-we have two sets of twins who are married to each other-"
"You have?" Rose flushed. "Sorry, for some reason, the way you said that suggested-you'll think this silly-but suggested sexual overtones."
"Did it? Did it, indeed?" Rose had picked up on Zoe sooner than Zoe thought she might. She closed the door behind her and acted mysteriously. "Well, let me put it this way, both couples have a thing for having sex together-you know, like the French say, au fam Hie. "
"You mean-?" Rose's mouth was open wide, a shocked expression on her face. "How do you-?"
"May I ask you a question, Rose?"
"Well, certainly."
"Are you broad-minded?"
"Somewhat. Why?"
Zoe braced herself against the dresser. "When was the last time you had sex with your husband?"
"Well, I don't think that's-"
"Do you really want to divorce him?" Zoe delivered her words rapid fire.
"Of course-we're-well, incompatible." Rose was a bright red.
"Are you? Really?" Zoe smiled directly into the woman's eyes. "When was the last time you had sex together?"
"It's-well, it's been some time." Rose cleared the huskiness that was invading her throat.
"Why?"
"Well, I don't think-" Rose had an indignant smile, one that indicated that her privacy was being rudely interrupted. It was a club woman smile. Then her face suddenly sagged as if her facade had melted. "I don't know why, Zoe, I honestly don't. Something happened to us."
"And you've not had sex with anyone else?"
"Goodness no!"
"Sorry you sound so shocked, Rose, because what I have to suggest is a remedy of good, old-fashioned sex."
"Sex? Oh, dear! Not with Fred!"
"No not with Fred." Zoe grinned like a Sunday School teacher about to address her class. "With my husband, Ed."
"With your-??? Heavens, what a thought!" Rose was crimson as she backed down to sit on the bed.
"He's got a fair-sized cock," Zoe added. "And he does have an excellent technique, if I do say so myself."
Rose flustered. "You mean to say you would permit your husband to-well, do that with me?"
"Why not? We believe in sexual freedom." Zoe was suddenly very clinical. "It doesn't mean we love each other any less because we have sex with others-in fact, it spices up our sex life so that we don't get bored with each other."
"Mercy, I've never heard of anyone being so candid about sex." The bright redness was beginning to leave Rose's face as interest replaced it. "To tell you the truth, it's been at least a year and a half- Oh, I didn't mean to admit that!"
"Good." Zoe patted her on the shoulder. "Then Ed will be just the thing you need."
"Oh, no, I don't think so-I-" Rose stood. "Well, maybe-but-where would you be while we were-? I mean- Oh, dear, this is difficult to discuss."
"Why, I'll be in bed with your husband." Zoe shrugged impishly. "Where else?"
"You mean-?" Rose's laughter was more surprise than anything else. "Fred's impotent."
"Want to bet?" Zoe winked.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Rose, I have a feeling you won't be going any further north than E-Z Mount Lodge before you and Fred go back to Pueblo like-well, like you used to."
Chapter 5
After Zoe left Rose Smith, the woman stood in silent contemplation of what the gregarious Mrs. Jones had said. At first her old puritanical indignation surged through her with its usual negative attitudes; however, when she was able to subdue that false sense of propriety, and thought logically and realistically about Zoe's suggestions of sex, she knew beyond a doubt that Zoe was right.
Rose found her fingers winding in between the buttons of her blouse and daintily jerking the tiny pearl circles out of their holes. She removed her blouse, gently caressing her skin beneath as she did so. Then she unhooked her skirt snap and twisted to shimmy the tailored garment down her legs. She removed her high heels and reached up under her slip to unfasten her garters. Very sensuously she rolled the nylons down each of her finely turned legs, admiring their attractive shape, both with her eyes and the stroking of her hands.
Rose looked at her slip-clad body in the dresser mirror. She wore bra, panties, and a garter belt under the slip, but her body was so beautifully shaped that she required no supporting foundation garments. Slowly she eased one slip strap over her shoulder, and then the other, and slithered the soft silky slip down her body.
She was about to remove her garter belt, having unsnapped it, when there was a light rapping at her door. She let the garter belt fall, but grabbed for her slip as a protective device to hide behind. A shiver of excitement splashed through her body as she anticipated the presence of Ed Jones eagerly waiting on the other side of the door.
The knocking came again. Almost too anxiously she bolted toward it, hesitating only briefly at the knob before turning it and pushing open the door. Her eyes penetrated into the dimly lighted hallway.
"Rose!" Shock was amplified in Fred's voice as he viewed his wife in that stage of near undress. "What's happened to your modesty coming to the door like this? God knows, it might have been some other man, not your-that is-not me." He blustered. "Like-well, Ed Jones for instance. I'd keep your door tightly bolted, Rose. Why, the way he talks-I mean, he's absolutely salacious."
"Is he?" Rose tried to hide her interest.
"Yes. And the things he suggested that-well, really only insinuated-that go on around here." Fred's voice was intimately husky.
"Like what?"
"Well-Rose, I know you're not familiar with such things, but-well, everything from wife-swapping to-a-to homosexuality, both male and female-and, God knows what else!"
"Oh, really?" Rose lowered her protecting slip to the level of her panties so that her bra and mid-section were fully exposed. "He told you this?"
"And more." Fred looked from side to side and became even more confidential. "He even insinuated they had sexual org-that is parties."
"Orgies?" Rose's eyes were glistening.
"Well, yes. And he even had the audacity to suggest that we-you and I, I mean-might be interested in participating in such a degrading experience." Fred's face was ashen with indignation. "Can you imagine?"
Rose could, but she did not make comment.
"I think," Fred continued, and stepped more into the shallow light of the room, "that we had better get out of here before we're accosted. Lord only knows what could happened with sexual deviates running loose."
"Probably more would happen than with a couple of prudes running around up tight." Rose had a curious expression, half smile, half singular interest.
"My God, Rose, what're you saying?"
Rose stared her husband full in the face. Her tongue parted her mouth and traced along her lower lip. "Fred-why've you come to my room?" She tossed the slip aside so that she stood only in her panties and bra.
Fred's expression became even more startled and tinted with fear. "I-that is, I brought your overnight case." He extended the box. "Here."
Rose wiped her tongue over her upper lip before she reached to take the case. "Thank you, Fred. That was thoughtful of you."
"But you asked me-" Fred flushed and stepped back out of the doorway. "Good night, Rose. I hope you sleep comfortably."
Rose stood at the door and watched as the man she once deeply loved walked away from her room. What had happened to them? She leaned her face against the door. In her heart she did not want to divorce the man, but she did want sex often and on a regular basis. She knew this was underlining their decision to get a divorce, but for some reason she was unable to discuss it with Fred.
"Can I get you something?" Ed asked Fred as they met on the stairs.
"N-No." Fred was a little surprised to have encountered the proprietor. "I was just going down to the car to get a book to read."
"We have books-some you might like." Ed winked.
"I'm afraid your books wouldn't interest me." Fred wanted to escape the man's intense stare. "Excuse me."
Ed chuckled to himself as he watched the man dart down the steps, cross the lobby and hurry out the front door. He shook his head and wondered if his beloved wife had not decided to take off more than she could handle with the notion that she could sexually emancipate that man. But he knew that Zoe had, in the past, worked some almost impossible miracles on persons with peculiar sex patterns. If anyone could bring Fred Smith out, it would be Zoe.
Ed had several little odds and ends to do between the time he passed Fred on the stairway and the time that he knocked on Rose's door. From the dark end of the hallway, he had seen Fred return with his book, stealthily creep toward his room, hesitate as if he really wanted to go to Rose's room, then go into his assigned compartment and bolt the door behind him.
Rose had removed her makeup and bra and panties, and had pulled on a flimsy dressing gown. The gown had only one bow at the throat, leaving the rest of the gossamer front open. It was to have been worn over a nightie, but on a whim, Rose had nothing under it. Perhaps she was wondering if Ed Jones really would appear as suggested by Zoe, or maybe she was hoping that her husband would have second thoughts and return. All she knew was that she had worked herself into a state of anticipating a sexual experience. She would be greatly disappointed if it did not happen.
Her eyes shot from her reflection in the mirror to the door, at the sound of the light tapping. She checked her appearance in the glass, certain she looked casual and not too eager. The latter part was difficult to enact, since she was all but ready to jump out of her skin. She pulled the front of her dressing gown together and held it in place with her left hand as she opened the door with the other.
"Yes?"
"Mrs. Smith-Ed Jones."
"Yes, Ed-or rather, Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?"
"You can begin by calling me Ed."
"Ed?" She said it once, twice, a third time. "With such informality, Ed, it would seem Mrs. Smith is out of place. Besides, I'll be the erstwhile Mrs. Smith soon, anyway." Her eyes waltzed over his checkered shirt, his tight, revealing trousers, his moccasins, and back up again. "What can I do for you, Ed?"
"I merely came to see if there was anything you needed."
"No, thank you, not a thing." Then she remembered. "Well, there is one thing."
"Yes?"
"Perhaps you'd better come in so we can discuss it."
Ed ambled into the room like an awkward schoolboy. He crossed to the bedpost, turned around and looked at the woman, who closed the door firmly behind her and propped herself against it. Ed was all personality smile.
"Your wife-that is, she said- Well, actually, I don't know where to begin." Again Rose's eyes swept over the masculine body before her the masculinity accented by the rugged attire.
Ed stretched and rubbed his hand over his bald head, giving him an even more intriguing pose. "Pardon me for stretching, but I've had a pretty hard day."
"Hard?" Rose smiled and looked away as she felt her face redden.
"Yeah, hard." Ed underlined the word hard with his voice so that he was certain his projected meaning was picked up. "Lots of things to do around here."
"Things to do?"
"Chores and the like."
"Oh." Rose started to cross into the room.
Ed beamed a whimsical smile. "Don't you think you'd better bolt your door?"
Rose stopped short. "Bolt my door? Whatever for?"
"Don't think you'd want your husband busting in on us when we're stone naked, would you?" His eyes twinkled.
"St-stone n-naked?" She clutched her dressing gown, realizing it was quite transparent.
"Well, my clothes aren't as see-through as yours," Ed chuckled, "but you've been trying your damn'dest to eyeball right through them. I might as well take them off so you won't get eye-strain or something like that."
"No! My goodness!"
Ed had reached to unbutton his shirt. "No?" He popped the button out of the hole and dipped his finger to get the second. The tufts of hair at his chest sprang forth. He cocked his head, beamed a sensual smile and repeated, "No?" Before she could answer, he had the third and forth buttons undone. Her attention was fixed on his finger movement. Now he reached in and smoothed his hand over the fullness of his belly and chest, using his wrist to pop the fifth button open and work his shirttail out of his trousers so that his bare skin could be seen. "No?"
"Well-" Rose's eyes were fastened to the sight as if she had never seen a man's bare belly before. She smiled foolishly, and turned so crimson with internal heat that she got giddy.
Ed stepped out of his moccasins at the same time that he ripped the rest of his shirttail from his trousers. Then, with a languid movement, he eased himself out of the shirt.
Rose perched herself against the dresser, folding her arms as she watched the performance. Ed snapped open the top button to his trousers and looked from Rose's eyes to the latch on the door. Looking back, Rose got the message. She braced herself and moved to the door. Suddenly she felt like an evil woman, a trollop, a whore-and she liked the feeling. Trembles of excitement shot through her as she shoved the bolt in the latch. She stood facing the door, perhaps working up the courage to look back, when she heard the ripping open of the buttons on Ed's fly. Not wanting to miss the performance, she quickly pivoted around.
Ed wore no undershorts, so Rose could see his torso from the root of his cock up the fullness of his chest. Letting his pants rest there without exposing his organ of pleasure, Ed raised first one foot and then the other to remove his stockings. Then, standing upright, he bounced his trousers around his hips, teasingly, as if he was uncertain whether he was going to remove them or not.
Ed grinned. "It's been a long time since you've had a good fucking, hasn't it?"
"A good what?" Rose was feverish with excitement.
"A good fucking. You know." With a jerk, he pushed his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them.
Fred Smith had propped himself on the bed with two pillows and an extra blanket that had been at the foot of the bed. He needed the head elevation for his adenoid condition. Besides, it was a better position to read in. He had a statistical book on engineering, a report of current trends. It was dull and he could barely work up interest in it. His mind kept racing back to the sexual insinuations that Ed Jones had made earlier.
Fred didn't like to think about sex. He was bothered that so many people seemed overly preoccupied with talking about it, cheapening it, degrading it. He had adopted an attitude of thinking of sex simply as an act of reproduction, and any other activity in that direction was sheer indulgence in sin. That was that. But as he thought of it, he looked down at the covers over his pajama-clad body and noticed a significant bulge at his crotch. He was startled to think that just contemplation of the subject, even in a negative way, was causing such a reaction in him. But he was completely alone, why should he be embarrassed? Maybe there was something wrong with him. He had had a fairly active libido in his youth, before he allowed a fundamentalist preacher to convince him that sex was evil, the work of the devil. Of course, at that time, even though married to Rose and the father of two children, he found himself lusting after any and everything he beheld in women's clothing. That's when he decided the preacher was right. So he diverted the sexual energy toward his business endeavors. However, in time, he somehow became convinced that sex, even with his wife was dirty.
Looking down again at the covers over him, he was aware of a bone-hard erection pushing at them. Usually, at such times, if the pressure between his legs got this great, he would masturbate. However, a picture of his wife standing in her room in her bra and panties flashed into his mind. The covers were lifted off his body by the springing of his penis. He put the statistical book on engineering aside, and, on impulse, opened a drawer of the table beside the bed. There he found a paperbound edition of a ribald adventure. The book was well-worn and dog-eared, but he thumbed through it, nevertheless.
About the time he found himself becoming involved with the pornographic text, and aware of a throbbing erection, he heard a low rapping at his door. Hurriedly, he fumbled to stuff the book back into the drawer and arrange himself in bed in such a way as to disguise his excited condition.
"Yes?" he called as he noticed the bolt locked at the door.
"It's me, Zoe Jones. I've brought a little something for you."
"I'm asleep."
"Do you talk in your sleep?"
"Well, no, but I'm in bed and don't wish to be disturbed."
"Alone?"
"Certainly."
"Then let me come in for a minute-or two. I may have something that you're badly in need of."
What Fred Smith was badly in need of at that moment was something that would relieve that terrible stiffness in his cock. He could not believe Mrs. Jones had a remedy for that. Then, on second thought, he wondered. "Just a minute." He hobbled out of bed, his extended cock thrusting between the fly of his pajama bottoms. He quickly snapped it back inside, realizing full well, that the hardness would be apparent. He grabbed his jacket and held it in front of him. Unbolting the latch, he pulled the door slightly ajar. "Yes, what is it?"
"I'd like to come in, if I may." Zoe pushed the door so insistently, that he could not refuse. As she stepped into the light, he could see she was only wearing a shorty robe and slippers. "Here!" She thrust a glass of warm milk toward him.
Caught off guard, Fred moved in such a startled way that his hand hit against the glass and milk slopped over the rim of it. Most of the escaping liquid landed on the jacket in his hand. "Oops!"
"Oh, dear, look how clumsy I am." Zoe sat the glass on the dresser and reached for a nearby towel. "Here, let me clean that off before it stains." With no further explanation, she snatched the jacket from his hands.
In the messy confusion of the moment, Fred's attention was attached to his jacket and not to the fact that his rock-hard prick had sprung back to the fly of his pajama bottoms and the cockhead was now protruding.
Zoe's eyes shot from the jacket to the fly of his pajamas. "Oh, God!" Fred grabbed for the top of the pants, only to pull them in such a way that the full length of his cock slid forward.
"Hmmm," Zoe said, "and your wife told me you were impotent. The very idea!"
"Oh, well, that!" He was all thumbs as he jerked and tugged at his pajamas. "I'm terribly embarrassed."
"Why?" Zoe wiped the jacket, which required little attention, then handed it back to Fred. He was awkward, not knowing what to do with it and, at the same time attempting to get his cock back into his pajamas. Zoe reached out her hand and caught the head of it.
"Mrs. Jones, I- Oooo!" He exhaled two enormous gasps of air which could be taken for sighs of an erotic nature.
"The name's Zoe. It always sounds so awkward for a man to call me Mrs. Jones when I've got his cock in my hand-or in any place else." She admired the extended muscle with appropriate sounds of approval. He grabbed for the bedpost to balance himself, as tingling sensation after tingling sensation circled through his body, up and down and back again. "Rose tells me it's been quite a while since you've unloaded this thing in her direction."
"I-that is, I-I don't- Oooo! God I don't care for sexual- Please, Mrs.-I mean, Zoe. Sex is evil!" Fred looked as if he were in a state of shock.
"Since when? Want t' bet?" She stroked the skin back and forth on the glistening tube of flesh. "It feels pretty good to me-now, doesn't it to you?"
"Well, yes- I mean ... "
"Maybe you've just forgotten what it's like."
Fred swallowed hard. "Yes-maybe."
Zoe put her hands to the strings of his pajama bottoms, allowing his cock to flail the air without her assistance. She jerked at the strings; they came apart and the pajama pants slid down his leg.
Rose Smith was lying on her back, naked after Ed had given her a hand with removing her flimsy attire. She did not really resist his advances, but she was frightened and excited all at the same time. Once she got on the bed, at Ed's direction, he strutted around the room like a breeding rooster, just to let her get a full look at his body. He was of the opinion that the sight of a naked man, alone, was a stimulant to a woman, particularly one who had not been receiving regular male service. His cock dangled semi-hard, but he wanted her to be more interested in his overall physique rather than just his cock in particular.
What Ed had presumed was working, for as Rose watched his prancing maleness, she envisioned that solidly packed flesh hovering over her, pressing against the softness of her body. She even imagined his heavy work-hands caressing her, cupping her breasts, stretching the lips of her cunt apart so he could gain entrance. She had begun to roll with her prurient thoughts, tremble and break out in a cold sweat all at once. She watched as long as she could stand it.
"Ed-?" she interrupted a train of chatter the man had been going on with about the lodge.
"Huh?"
"Why do you want me on the bed, if you're just going to pace around like that?"
"I'm not pacing, Rose, I'm just letting you get a good look."
"I've seen enough. I want to feel a little now."
"Whenever you're ready, honey." Ed stood with his hands on his hips, undulating his pelvis so that his cock circled around, hit against first one thigh and then the other as stiffness caused it to lurch forward. "Ever had your cunt eaten out?"
"Ever what?"
Ed could tell by her reaction that she was innocent to that activity. He crawled onto the bed beside her, letting his cock-head ooze up her leg as maximum hardness filled it. Lying on his side, he ran his hand up her belly to her breasts, while his cock drummed out an occasional thud at her thigh, the head bouncing toward and barely touching her pubic hair. Then he cupped the tit nearest him as he admiringly fingered first the saucered nipple of one and then the other.
"Go ahead, get a feel of my body, too-especially of my pecker."
"Ed, I-" Before she could finish, he lowered his mouth to her nipple and licked his tongue around where his fingers had traced. "Oh, Ed-!" Gasp. "Oh, the pain!" Sob. "My-my!!!" Shrill, followed by a stifled gasp. She tried to force his mouth away from its goal, and only managed to flop her body about spastically so that the head of his cock jabbed toward her cunt. Impulsively, she reached her hand to clasp about that spear of meat. One feel and she immediately wanted to have it thrust between her cunt-lips. As he sucked from one nipple to the other, and she rolled with a frenzied violence, she made valiant jabs at trying to aim the cock-head into her snatch, but merely succeeded in running it the length of her slit and rubbing it into and around her clitoris. She screamed out and moaned as she shook her head from side to side.
After he had sufficiently washed her nipples and tongued around the complete circles of her breasts until she was a mass of vibrating sensation, Ed slowly began lapping his way down her belly, gradually changing his position so that his head was aimed down toward her cunt and his crotch got nearer and nearer her face.
She squeezed the neck of his cock and held it so that she could get a close look at it. She and Fred had never practiced anything but ordinary, one-position intercourse. That was all they knew. Consequently, she had never had the opportunity of getting such an up-close view of a male organ. In fact, the Smiths always had sex in a darkened room, which went along with their basic theory that sex was dirty.
Now, seeing a cock at such close range, and feeling the hot throbbing texture of it, the excitement that gushed through Rose was uncontrollable, and about the wildest sensation she had ever known. She stared cross-eyed at that bountiful organ, gripping it as if she were hanging on for dear life. There was no doubt she was completely hypnotized by it.
She shrieked, gasped and sobbed, followed by a moan that came from her innermost parts as Ed used his fingers to spread her cunt and connected his tongue directly to her clitoris before washing in between and around her cunt-lips, and back once again to wiggle about her clitoris before he sucked it in between his lips. Never had a mouth touched her there. She jolted and bucked like a young colt, a hundred ripples of excitement swirling through her, echoing and reechoing in every nerve and fiber of her being.
"Oh, goodness, Ed! What are you doing?"
"You don't like it?"
"I-well, I-it's fantastic!"
"Then why don't you lick on my cock and stop bothering me with dialogue while I'm getting my jollies?" Ed straddled her body so that his cock gouged down toward her face, as he spread her cunt-lips wider to penetrate his tongue further within.
When Rose hesitated at taking his cock, other than in her hands, Ed changed positions so that the point of it slid between her tits. She grabbed it again and directed the cock-head to circle her nipples.
Now Ed licked deep into her vagina, scraping the slippery walls with the tip of his tongue as if attempting to lap all the cunt-juice from them. He used his fingers to massage her clitoris, as he reached his other hand down to his cock between her tits. Taking it in his hand, he bent it back and guided the head of it so it could ooze over her lips.
"I can't, Ed! I can't!"
Ed pulled his face from her cunt long enough to ask, "You want me to stop what I'm doing?"
"Oh, no! No!"
"Then at least lick on the head of my peter, or we'll forget the whole deal." Ed tried to sound angered.
"Oh, no, Ed! It's just that I've never-!"
Ed pinched her clitoris with his fingers and circled it with the tip of his tongue. Slowly her mouth opened until she circled the entire head with her lips. Then, reluctantly and, at the same time, anxiously, she allowed her tongue to move forward until the tip of it rounded the glistening head. Her lips tightened and she sucked in.
Fred Smith was flat on his back, his arms out at his sides, his fingers gripping into the bedding until they ached with the force of pressure he was applying; his legs were spread, his toes curling, shivers of excitement running throughout his body, especially sensitive at the parts of his legs where Zoe's body was touching him. She had crawled between his legs after thoroughly washing his torso with her tongue, then lapping her way from his ankles up to his crotch. At first it took a little more salesmanship than usual for her to coax him to try this form of sex, but from the instant her tongue wet his skin, she could tell he was hooked (whether he would later admit it or not). By the time she sucked in on his balls, and lined the underside bulge of his cock with her tongue, he was writhing in convulsive delight. He seemed to be holding to the sides of the bed for dear life.
Now, as Zoe held his penis with one hand, while the other scratched and caressed over as much of the rest of his body as it could, she opened her mouth wide over the knob of his steel-like organ; Pushing her fingers down to the root to steady it, she lowered her head so that the interior of her mouth was completely surrounding, yet nothing but hot air was touching it. Then, when she removed her fingers from the base, the backside bulge fell against the broad expanse of her tongue as she puckered her lips and covered his cock with the hot moistness of her mouth.
"God in heaven! God in heaven!!" Fred shrieked and rolled his head from side to side, gritting his teeth and emitting sounds of ecstatic agony.
She pulled her mouth up on that column of muscle and lowered again, repeating the action several times as she could feel the inner workings of his sex organ trembling against the interior of her mouth. The heavy veins along the side of his penis scraped against the liquid of her tongue, and she knew it would only be a matter of minutes before that spear would be spewing forth a volcano of semen into her mouth.
"Oh, Ed! Ed!! Ed!!!" Rose Smith gasped, as though the very sound came from the tips of her toes.
His cock had slipped out of her mouth and was propped against her chin, the head of it just barely touching her lower lip. He had pressed his body against her so that his thighs touched hard on her tits, and the hair stimulated her nipples with their very coarseness. He was undulating his body while he tongued as deeply into her vagina as he possibly could, his fingers triggering her clitoris into a moment of climax.
Rose grunted and sighed, heaving her pelvis forward as if attempting to get even more of Ed's tongue up her snatch. The pressure of his fingers on her clit now caused the blood to surge hotly throughout her body as the moment of climax tingled every part of her. She screamed and became so convulsively spastic in response that he knew she had shot her juice. That so inspired Ed that, on the cue of her vocal response, he ejaculated, his sperm gushing from the end of his cock onto her trembling lips and spurting into her mouth so that she could taste it on her tongue. She clawed her fingers into the cheeks of his ass as if she intended to draw blood.
Fred's body jerked and quivered as little needles of excitement prickled his entire nerve network and every atom of his body became alive with the sensation of climax. Cum spat from his cock into the hot channel of Zoe's mouth, and she lapped it up as if it were precious cream.
Deep sobs accompanied Fred's ejaculation. That convulsive response developed into soul-deep crying as tears streamed down his face. Once Zoe got up from between his legs, he rolled over onto his stomach and shook with near hysterical sobbing.
Zoe sat on the side of the bed, stroked her hand gently over his back. She would wait until he was ready to be aroused again, then teach him at least the first steps of cunnilingus.
Chapter 6
The Joneses had had a hard night. It was always difficult with persons who had all kinds of hang-ups about sex. Zoe had spent much more time with Fred Smith than Ed had with Rose. Rose seemed to adjust faster than her husband.
Then, after the traumatic episode with the Smiths, Zoe had gone back to their apartment and was about to climb in beside Ed's warm body, when the McAns came back, slightly inebriated and ready for a bout of fun and games. The Joneses begged out of it, so the McAns adjourned to the Weirs' cabin, where the partying went on into the wee hours of the morning.
Needless to say, it was to be anticipated that the next day would find nothing but late risers-including the Joneses, who remained in bed nearly an hour and a half later than usual.
Zoe eventually managed to pull her tired body out of bed, and shook Ed into consciousness. No one appeared for breakfast. Ed ate his ham and eggs with his chin resting on his fist, and jabbed at his food with complete disinterest. After he picked his way through the meal, he rationalized there was nothing pressingly important that had to be done that day, so he stretched out on the couch and soon fell asleep.
Zoe valiantly attempted to muster some enthusiasm for her usual chores, but that took much effort. However, before long her mind had begun to dwell on the problem of the Smiths, and she wondered what their reaction would be after their introduction to oral sex.
It was while Zoe was considering the Smiths that she was interrupted by a ringing of the front desk bell. She wiped her hands and went to answer its insistent clanging.
The surly-appearing man in his late twenties had a strangely unkempt appearance. His clothing was wrinkled and his hair unruly. Zoe received bad vibrations from first glance at him, to the point that she felt a reaction of fear move through her, merely upon observation. She tried to be cordial, but something about the person repelled her.
"You run this dump?" the unsavory person questioned from the opposite side of the counter. Only his upper body could be seen by Zoe.
"I do-with my husband. Why?" A smile tried to cross Zoe's lips, but fear kept pushing it away.
"Get him."
"He's asleep."
"Get him, I said!" The coarse, unpleasant voice was insistent.
"Is there some trouble?" Zoe was always quick to respond with concern at the unforeseen.
"There will be if you don't get your husband, bitch!" The man had a built-in sneer, a sarcastic tone to his voice. "I'm not here to play games, cunt."
"You needn't be abusive!" Zoe was indignant "I'll get him."
"Just tell him you've got company."
It took a minute for Ed to fully regain consciousness. He was still groggy as he stumbled toward the lobby with Zoe at his side.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Ed's hair was tousled, he looked half-awake.
"Your name Jones?" The man had a cigarette cough. "Doesn't make any difference if you are or you aren't. How many people you got staying here?"
"Well, I don't think that's any of your business."
The stranger raised his arm, lifting his hand into view. In his hand, he was holding a gun, aiming it directly at Ed Jones. He cocked his head to one side, a sardonic smile twisting his lips. "Isn't it? How many?"
"What do you want?"
"How many, I said?"
Zoe clutched her husband's arm. "There's the McAns-four of them, and the Smiths, just two."
"Six, huh? How much help do you have?"
"Just two, the Weirs." Ed squinted his eyes as he tried to figure the man's game.
"Okay, I want them all out here in ten minutes."
He shook the gun and looked nervous. "My partner's outside. He's armed, too, so don't try anything."
"What do you want?" Zoe measured her words.
"I want everyone that's holed up in this flea trap down here so I can get a good look at them. Now make it snappy." He wiped a stubby hand across his mouth and nervously fumbled for a cigarette. Ed started, pulling Zoe by the arm. "Nope, the broad stays here-just so you don't try any funny business. Get the picture?"
Ed swallowed and slowly released Zoe's arm. "Yeah-I'm beginning to."
"Then get the rest of the goddamn motherfuckers, and make it fast, or you're liable to come up one wife short."
"I never was too tall," Zoe commented dryly as her husband disappeared up the stairs. "It's a family characteristic, I mean a tendency to shortness."
"What're you going on about?"
"Nothing I guess."
"Then dry up the mouth. I can't stand cunts with verbal diarrhea."
Zoe blanched at being called a cunt, but decided not to take issue with it. Instead, she stood and studied the huskily built man before her. His face was round and flat, as if someone had stepped on it, pushing his nose into a turned-up button. His complexion was a pale brownish-yellow, as if he was lacking exposure to the sun and had a liver condition-a prison pallor, Zoe thought. She scanned the Neanderthal shape of his body-a mass of tense nerves and vicious emotions. He was running away from something, or being prodded to do whatever he was up to against his will. His eyes were shifty, slanted and squinty so she could hardly see the pupils. He did not look directly into her face. His arms showed several tattoos, a naked woman, a rose-entwined heart, born to lose scrawled in home drawn letters, and, on the lower parts of his fingers he had fuck written on one and suck written on another. Zoe concluded, among other things, that this creature was sexually frustrated. And, having an active interest in that subject, she gave it more thought and consideration.
"What're ya starin' at, bitch?" He wiped the down-turned corners of his bitter mouth and coughed so convulsively that Zoe wondered if he would ever catch his breath.
"I was just noticing your art gallery. It's always puzzled me why some men distort beautiful skin with all those blue and pink etchings." Zoe smiled and attempted to appear completely at ease.
"Yeah? Well, don't get nosy about my tattoos. I like them!"
"Oh, you needn't be so defensive, I imagine you do." Then she threw him a curve by looking directly at his fingers. "Which do you prefer?"
"Huh?"
"Of the two words you've got tattooed on your hands."
A bitter smile twitched at the man's mouth. "What's it to you?"
"Just curious. I find that some men like one, some prefer the other, and then there are those who dig it all ways." The expression on Zoe's face was so sweet and puritanical that the man was thrown by it.
"I'll bet t' hell you don't know what the words mean."
"Who doesn't?" Zoe leaned on the counter and swept her eyes up and down his body until he became uneasy under her glance.
"What's the matter, don't you get enough from your old man?" He had begun to sweat, then looked anxiously, first to the stairs and then to the front door. "You got a radio around here?"
Now she was certain he had some kind of sex problem. "Yes."
"Well, turn it on, I'm tired of listening to you rattle." Again he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then licked his broad tongue over his heavy lips.
"It's in the apartment."
"Well, get the goddamn thing!"
Ed had attempted to use the phone on the second floor, only to discover that it was dead. Apparently the lines had been cut. He first advised the McAns of the situation, then the Smiths. Several counterplots were considered, but when Fred Smith tried to sneak down the back stairs, a gunshot whistled past his ear. It was then decided they would all go down and see what the invaders wanted.
The husky man held them all at gun point, while Ed went out to the Weirs' cabin. He had no more than knocked than he felt a gun muzzle in his back. He turned to see a tall, thin man with a sharp hatchet face and a cynical expression. His lips twitched and his eyes looked mean. Raspy words came out of the side of his mouth. "No funny shit, man, or I'll pull the hell out'a this trigger and ventilate you like a sieve. Understand?"
"What do you want of us?"
"Shut up, piss-ass bastard!" The man raised his hand as if he were going to strike Ed, however, the door swung open and Steve Weir appeared, clad only in his undershorts.
"Yeah? Problems?"
"Steve, this man has a gun."
"Damn betcha I've got a gun." He jabbed the instrument at Ed. "Who else is in the cabin?"
"My-my wife." Steve, half-awake, forced himself to comprehend what was happening.
"Tell her to get out of there, so we can all go up to the lodge." The man with the gun seemed extremely nervous, his finger trigger-happy.
"She's not dressed."
"I don't give a damn, get her out of there." He chuckled as if at a private joke. "She won't be dressed very long anyway."
"Better do as he says, Steve."
"And don't try anything funny," the man warned, "or this cabin will be lined with three corpses. Now, we don't want t' get messy about this, do we?"
Steve went to get Dot.
"We interrupt this broadcast," the man's voice was saying over the radio in the lobby, "to bring you the latest information on the escaped criminals from Canyon City Prison. They are identified as Charles Schultz and Tom West. Both men are armed and considered extremely dangerous. When last seen they were driving a black 1967 Chevrolet sedan, and headed toward the Wyoming border. Any information leading to the apprehension-"
The husky man, holding the others at gun point, clicked off the radio. Suddenly his expression lit up with a broad smile. He was staring at the radio, then he quickly turned to scan those assembled in the lobby.
"Are you--" Fred Knox looked from the man to the others, then back to the gunman, "are you one of those men just mentioned?"
He smiled out of the side of his mouth. "What if I am?"
"Just curious."
"Yeah, they think we're on our way toward Wyoming," he laughed with self-satisfaction. "Guess Tom and me outsmarted the cocksuckers after all. Tom's smart-got brains. Does that throw a little more scare into you-? Huh? Knowing that we're escaped convicts?"
Zoe was still behind the counter. She ran her finger over the radio knob. "You're Charles Schultz, then?"
"Don't call me Charles, I hate th' name. Call me Chuck. Hey, how'd you know?"
"You said your friend was Tom," Zoe smiled and spoke with even tones, "and that means you'd have to be the other one."
"Yeah-yeah. Okay-okay. No big thing." Chuck Schultz sneered and sniffed his nose.
"What do you intend to do with us?" Roy McAn asked, never one to be the hero.
"Wait'll Tom comes in, you'll see." Chuck motioned with his gun for Zoe to get with the others. "We've been up in Canyon City over five years. Tom longer than that-and we've got some lost time t' make up for."
Ed and the Weirs entered from the front porch, Tom West directly behind them. He ordered them into the room and slammed the door behind them.
"Sounded like a gunshot, didn't it?" Tom snickered. The back stubble of beard gave him an even more sinister expression than Chuck's, whose hair was sandy in color. "Well, there's liable t' be some damn good gunshots going on around here if you miserable sonsabitches don't cooperate."
"What do you want of us?" Ed asked.
"First off," Tom retorted with an evil smile, "I want everyone naked-men and women, both. Start pullin' off your britches and panties."
"Now, just a minute, young man!" Rose Smith objected.
"Yes, indeed," Fred Smith replied, and inadvertently placed his arm around his wife's shoulders. Zoe observed that, and swallowed a smile that quivered her lips.
"I said stripped," Tom yelled, "and I mean everyone bare-ass naked!"
Chapter 7
Neither of the McAns, male or female, had any qualms, of course, about shedding their clothing, nor did Zoe and Ed Jones, under different circumstances. Dot Weir, although she was wearing only a robe, was hesitant to remove it; and Steve took his time rolling his undershorts down his legs and stepping out of the shower shoes which he had stepped into prior to leaving their cabin.
The Smiths, more than anyone else, had the most difficulty in complying with Tom West's orders. But Rose found the idea of stripping before so many people at once kind of excited her, and, when she was nude, she was pleased to think that her figure could stand up to any of the other naked women-even though she was several years older than the McAn twins and Dot Weir. Fred Smith, however, refused to go beyond his boxer shorts, and stood with his arm crossed in defiance.
"Hey! You!" Tom West sauntered toward Fred with a slouchy walk. "I said bare-ass, and I mean it!"
"Have you no respect for modesty?" Fred was shaking with rage.
"What th' fuck's modesty, Mac? I want t' see total bare skin, and I intend to!" With that he reached forward and grabbed one side of the tip of Fred's shorts. Jerking with a vengeance, he not only ripped the buttons open, but tore the garment in half, completely liberating one of the legs, while the remaining material slipped down the other. "You've got a good-sized prick, Mac, what th' hell you so timid about?"
With Tom calling attention to Fred's penis, all eyes gravitated toward it, practically in unison. The McAn twins oooed, and Dot Weir could feel her cunt getting twitchy. Somehow, Rose Smith had a sudden feeling of pride: the others were admiring her possession-at least her husband's-and then she remembered Fred was not to be her husband much longer; she swallowed and reached for Fred's arm as if for protection.
"Which one you gonna fuck first, Tommy?" Chuck asked in a stage whisper that terrified everyone present. Chuck had a sick giggle that indicated, among other things, that he had psychotic problems.
"You mean which one of the broads, don'tcha, Chuck?"
"Well, up at th' joint, I know ya had a thing for punkin' guys in th' asshole. Pile-driver, Tommy, they called ya." Chuck giggled as a bitter, revengeful expression contorted his mouth.
"Yeah, baby, you should know." Tom clasped a long, boney-fingered hand on Chuck's thick rump. Then he turned to scan his audience. "Well, let me see, I'll fuck th' juiciest pussy and the tightest ass for openers."
"You wouldn't!" Fred objected.
Tom crossed to the engineer and firmly pinched his cheek as if he intended to tear it off his face. "What makes you think you've got th' tightest ass, Daddy-o?"
"Well, I certainly didn't-!" Fred blustered and cringed as Tom applied even more pressure to his fingers. "Stop! You're hurting me!"
"Just for that I may fuck you anyway," Tom spat, and twisted his fingers so that Fred's face was completely distorted, before he released his hold and shoved the man away from him.
Fred landed, attempting to maintain his balance between Rose and Zoe. Both women caught him. He leaned on Rose.
"Now I think this has gone just a little bit too far," Zoe said as she swelled her bust and aimed driving daggers at the tall, thin felon.
"Oh, ya do, do ya, lady?" He stepped toward Zoe, eyeing her up and down. As Ed made a move toward him, Tom jerked his gun, indicating for him not to interrupt. Then, shifting the firearm to the other hand, he reached down, projecting his grubby middle finger and slid it into Zoe's cunt. She retained her defiant expression and lurched her pelvis back as he snapped his finger out. "Well, it's a cunt, all right, but I've had my finger in juicier ones."
"Yeah, I'll bet you really have, Tommy." Chuck had an almost childlike enthusiasm in his voice as his eyes admiringly studied Tom West, then shifted to examine the other crotches around the room. "Go ahead, Tommy, let 'em see that big pecker of yours. You'll have them cunts fightin' over it."
"A big cock doesn't make a guy a big man," Zoe retorted with her same snappy attitude.
"Oh, yeah, ya think not?" Tom sneered in her face. "Maybe you'd like to undress me and see just how big my pecker is. Huh?"
"How big?" she snapped. "Or how dirty?"
"Th' dirt'll wash off with a little cunt-juice." Tom motioned with his gun that she was to begin undressing him. "All right, make it snappy!"
"Yeah, take his clothes off him," Chuck echoed.
Zoe shot a sharp glance to Chuck Schultz. Did she hear a kind of hero worship in his voice, a little too much admiration for the man, or perhaps a certain envy? She concluded it was a little of each. Having studied just enough psychology, Zoe was forever trying to analyze people, especially those with what she considered to be odd quirks. Suddenly she found herself fascinated with the situation and anxious to remove Tom West's clothing to see just what stimulated his buddy's admiration.
The others had begun to murmur amongst themselves, huddling together as if for protection, no one consciously aware of the fact they were all naked.
When Zoe left Fred Smith's side, Ed stepped into her place and pushed against him as if in support.
"You going to let your wife do that?" Fred whispered.
"She can handle herself. You should know that after last night." Ed tried to smile.
"She told you about last night?"
Ed's eyes were momentarily laughing.
"Okay, you pricks, knock off th' chatterin'," Tom ordered, as he briefly looked up to observe who was talking, then back down to watch Zoe as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"All right, all th' men on one side of th' room, and all th' cunts on th' other side." Chuck seemed to take a perverted delight in separating the sexes. "Make it fast!"
Zoe had to remove Tom's shoes and socks before she unfastened his belt and pulled his trouser buttons open. She had to stoop to force the raunchy trousers down his skinny legs and finally off his feet. Standing up, she wiped the hair from her eyes and considered the dirty knit shorts he was wearing. Then she looked back to the others, noting that the men were on one side of the lobby, leaning against the counter, and the women were cowering together on the opposite side by the fireplace. She smiled dimly at her husband before she turned to slide her fingers beneath the well-worn elastic of the shorts. Before she slid them down over his hips, she was aware of the substantial bulge of penis within them. One testicle hung beneath the shorts. It took little or no effort to skid the shorts down his legs.
One of the Me An twins let out a low whistle, and Dot Weir, from the other side of the room, let out a gasp of startled interest.
Chuck was stationed so that he could observe the action with Tom and Zoe, as well as all the others present. He bounced his gun and leaned back in a deck chair, periodically grabbing at his crotch, scratching and fondling it. His eyes were glassy, and a licentious smile trembled at his slobbery mouth. Now and then his gray tongue licked over his lips, around and around until they glistened with saliva.
"All right, all you guys turn around and face th' counter!" Tom barked, as he jerked his pelvis back when Zoe reached to fondle his cock. "You heard me, everyone turn around at th' counter!"
"You heard him!" Chuck repeated, and grabbed hold of his own penis and pulled at it as if to give himself more confidence. "And you cunts all stand up, too-huh, Tommy?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna check out the asses first, then the pussies." Holding the gun in his left hand, Tom jerked at his cock a couple of times as if to pull the kinks out of it and encourage stiffness, but the rather large piece of meat just dangled between his legs and flopped from thigh to thigh as he undulated toward the men with their backs toward him. "Well, now, there's a pretty assortment of buns, if I ever saw one." He rounded his hand over Roy McAn's rear end and gouged his finger into the crack, wiggling it until he found the hole. Then, with an extra shove, he penetrated it up past the tight sphincter and into the soft rectum, moving it around until he found Roy's prostate gland.
Roy reacted only by catching his breath.
"Kind'a loose, baby," Tom whispered practically into Roy's ear. "Been practicin' with a broom handle?"
"You know, you have a nasty hangnail, fellow, that has a way of turning off all the romance," Roy replied.
"Bastard!" Tom pulled his finger out. "I'll nasty hangnail you, cocksucker!"
Tom worked his way down the line of male butts, probing his finger into each, until he came to Fred Smith. The man was touchy and jerked away from contact with Tom's hand as it rounded the cheeks of his ass.
"Don't do that-please!" Fred had a whine in his voice. "Please, I bleed easy!"
"Okay, so I'm gettin' your cherry with my finger."
Chuck laughed moronically at Tom's comment, and rocked his chair back and forth. "Hey, get it with your prick, too, Tommy!"
"Hell, no!" Tom called back as he wiggled his finger around in Fred's asshole while the man gritted his teeth with contorted pain. "He looks like a lousy fuck anyway." He put his hand on Steve's shoulder after removing it from Fred's ass. "This one's the only one with a good tight ass." He patted Steve's buns affectionately. "Me an' you're gonna have some fun, baby." Then he clawed his fingers into Steve's tender hip flesh, until he cried out in pain. Tom laughed in reaction.
"Hey, he's got a real tight one, huh, Tommy, just th' kind you really liked back at th' joint!" Chuck got up to drive his finger into where Tom's had been. "Yeah, this is a nice one."
"All right, you bastards! Leave my ass alone!" Steve whirled around in defiance and was met with a gun barrel thrust at his chin. He reared his head back and looked down in absolute terror at the threatening weapon.
"Shall I blow off his head, Tommy?"
"Not till I fuck him, Chuck," Tom replied, as he caught Chuck's wrist and lowered it so that the gun barrel was removed from Steve's chin. "Ain't no fun punkin' a guy's ass if he don't scream an' holler like a stuck pig."
"Oh, yeah." That tickled Chuck, he laughed hysterically.
Certain that Chuck was in control of himself, Tom moved to where the women were standing. "Besides, I want a little pussy action first." His cock had begun to harden as he was jabbing his finger into the men's butts. "You!" He pointed to Rose. "Kiss this big bastard and make it get hard!"
"No."
Tom grabbed hold of Rose's tit and jerked her forward. Fred pushed away from the counter as if to go to his wife's defense, but Chuck stopped him with his gun.
"Ow! You're hurting me!" Rose complained.
"This ain't nothin' like what's gonna happen if you don't get down on your motherfuckin' knees and suck th' hell out'a my cock-and I mean right now!" Tom pinched his fingers into the soft flesh of her tit.
"Maybe she doesn't know how," Babs McAn suggested, a little anxious to get a feel of that large muscle herself.
"If she don't," Tom chuckled, "now's as good a time as ever." He forced her to her knees with his fingers to her breast.
"Stop it, in God's name, man!" Fred Smith called from across the room. "Can't you see she's a Christian woman?"
"Christian women suck cock, too," Tom replied, "and, if they don't, they ought to-it'll make them holier than Thou!"
Again Chuck found Tom's remarks hilarious.
"You heathens! You disrespectful heathens!" Fred roared ignoring the gun barrel which Chuck thrust at his chest.
"Shut up!" Tom bellowed back.
"Want me to shoot off th' nipple of his tit, Tommy?"
"I'm gonna ram a broom handle clear up his ass until it comes out of his throat, if he don't keep his goddamn, motherfuckin' mouth shut!"
"Please, Fred," Rose called as she cringed with the pain of Tom's fingers cutting into the flesh of her tit. "Don't say any more-I'll do what he wants."
"But you can't-you don't know how!"
Almost haughtily Rose Smith turned to her husband. "Don't I? Don't I, Fred?" She got to her knees, still holding her attention on her husband. "Want to bet?"
Fred reddened, looked from his wife to Ed Jones, who merely shrugged.
Rose hesitated before putting her hand around the neck of his cock. She stared hypnotically at the head of it. Never dreaming that cocks came in such large sizes, she was absolutely stunned. As her hand connected, she pulled it toward the root so that the foreskin peeled back, exposing the glistening head. Her fingers squeezed tighter, causing the stiffness to make it grow in size as the head became all shiny and a clear fluid oozed from the end of it. Tom put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it toward his cock. Her lips touched it and opened wide to circle around the cock-head.
Tom motioned for the McAn girls. "Okay, you two, come over here."
Babs and Bet were quickly to the directed spot and stood obediently as Tom caressed and pinched all four of their tits. Then his hand slipped down to first Babs' cunt, then Bet's to feel in and around the lips and finally probe up into them as far as his finger would reach. The girls wiggled and jerked in response.
"A pair of nice pussies you've got there," Tom encouraged. "Why don't you get down and help her work my pecker until it gets harder than hell? Huh?" He pushed the twins down on either side of Rose.
Rose released her hand about the neck of his cock as the twins put their mouths to either side of it and lipped back and forth, tonguing at both the hardening muscle and each other's mouths. They even licked at Rose's lips as she sucked on the enormous knob on the end of Tom's cock. Then the twins moved their slurping mouths down to the root of it and beneath to the balls, around and down, and back up the underside of the meat, lining one side each of the bulge with the tips of their tongues. Finally they licked back down again to the testicles and took one each into their mouths.
By then Tom had motioned for both Zoe and Dot to come to him. He felt their tits and pussies. Dot was so wet with excitement that she could hardly contain herself. His finger slipped in and out of her juicy cavern several times. Then, while Dot and Zoe were straddling above the McAn girls, Tom grasped each by the back of the neck and pulled their heads to his chest, and in so doing, he knocked the gun but lightly against Zoe's head.
"Lick my tits, you cunts, and then wash your tongues all over me-and I mean all over me, including my asshole."
In the next several minutes, while the husbands looked on with a mixture of horror and fascinated interest, the five women ran their mouths completely over Tom's body. Both the McAn brothers reacted with immediate stone-hard erections, and both Steve's and Ed's had begun to flop with hardness. Fred, however, was so stunned by the display and absolutely shocked at the fact that Rose was so hungry-mouthed at the head of Tom's cock, that he could only react in terms of disgust.
Now, however, as the girls licked and washed, began groping each other, fondling tits and even reaching between legs to tickle into pussies, Fred became aroused. He had never witnessed anyone having sex, much less women finger-stimulating one another. Somehow he found himself becoming absolutely fascinated by it and his cock began to rise with his interest. He pushed his shoulder against Ed's, as if for support. Their eyes met, Fred's in a question, and Ed's in a reassuring reply. Then Fred looked down to observe that Ed, too, was getting a mighty hard-on. Their cocks were about the same size hard. Why was he finding himself so suddenly interested in sex? Especially in something as unconventional as what was happening with the women-and with the nearness of Ed Jones?
"Okay!" Tom jerked his head forward after it had been lolling backward, rolling from side to side in excited ecstasy. "I want t' shoot my first load'a come into a pussy. You don't lay up in th' joint night after night dreamin' about crammin' your cock up some nice big juicy cunt to be satisfied with a head job. Hell, ya can get plenty'a that up there!" The girls moved away from him, falling back and looking up at his enormous glistening spear. "You!" He pointed at Dot Weir. "You've got th' slimiest cunt, you get th' honor, baby. Get down on th' floor and spread your legs, cause Daddy's gonna drive you home!"
Dot almost too eagerly flopped down onto the floor and hoisted her knees toward her chest, holding them with her hands so that she rocked back, raising her ass off the floor and opening her cunt. Tom was immediately on his knees, still holding the gun in one hand as he crawled into place. He ordered Babs McAn to direct his cock into Dot's cunt. Babs did as told.
"Okay, you," he said, indicating Babs, "you massage her tits and suck on 'em t' get her good and hot, while I fuck her. Okay?"
Babs was in full agreement. The other three girls craned their necks to see the action as Tom began a methodic thrusting forward and backward, gradually accelerating his tempo. Now he reached his hand around, without losing a stroke, and fingered his way into Babs' cunt.
"Now," he grunted with a thrust forward, "I want to see a little action. You other three broads start eatin' at each other's pussies. Okay?"
"Well, I don't do that sort of thing," Rose complained.
"Th' hell ya don't! And there ain't a better time t' learn." Tom had slowed his pumping to keep from coming before he could witness a little cunt lapping.
Zoe got on the floor on her back and spread her legs for Bet to crawl between. Then, while Bet spread her cunt-lips with her hands and lowered her face to the snatch to tongue in, Zoe turned in such a way that she could reach Rose's pussy. Rose was repelled by the thought of another woman doing that to her, but she scooted forward with Zoe's tugging and Tom's motioning of the gun in her direction. However, once Zoe connected with her pussy, Rose began writhing in spastic delight.
Only once did Rose cast a questioning glance at her husband. He was obviously shocked, but that was to be expected. She noted that he had his leg firmly against Ed Jones's, and that one of the McAn twins was rubbing against him from the other side. By then all the men had various degrees of erections, and Fred's seemed to be the hardest.
Now, as the girls licked into each other's cunts with a fervor Tom had not quite expected, he increased the speed of his pumping, and allowed the full length of his cock to penetrate deeper into Dot's vagina. The head of it jabbed at her cervix before the neck was completely submerged, but it was in far enough and his pumping became so frantic, that in a matter of minutes he had filled her with semen- the first time he had ejaculated into a cunt in over five years.
Chapter 8
For some reason, after his first round of sex, Tom West felt the need of a shower. While Chuck held the others at gun point, he went into the Jones's apartment, showered and shaved, and doused himself with Ed's shaving lotion and cologne. Then he topped off his new scent with a few drops of Zoe's perfume. When he appeared naked in the apartment door, he hardly looked like the same hoodlum.
"Hey, Tommy, what happened to you?" Chuck questioned as he admired his friend. "I wouldn't know ya."
"Knock it off," Tom gruffed, but all the same he was obviously pleased at the noticeable change in his appearance. "How come ya ain't got a little action goin' on here?"
"I was waitin' for you t' come back, Tommy."
"Haven't you had enough?" Fred Smith questioned, aware that although the other cocks had lost their stiffness, his had not. He sat in such a way that he hoped it was concealed from the others' scrutiny.
"We've just begun to have our fun!" Tom took the guns from Chuck. "Take your duds off, Chuck-baby."
"Ah, Tommy- you know-"
"Chuck, I said take 'em off." Tom's command was so forceful that his friend immediately rose to his feet and tore at his clothing.
"What're you guys after?" Zoe Jones asked, while Chuck was still busily stripping.
Tom turned and stared at her. He bounced the guns in his hand. Anger filled his eyes and the sneer that turned his lips quivered with hatred. "Know what it's like t' be locked up in a little cage, lady? Know what it's like t' have hot nuts and all ya can do is jack off or punk some bastard in th' ass- or, if you're lucky, find some guy who's a damned good cocksucker? But ya keep thinkin' about pussy, and gettin' as much sex as ya want, and gettin' head jobs from both chicks and guys--and even, if ya feel like it, ya can go out and fuck a cow or any other goddamn thing that's got a hole big enough t' take this baby of mine!"
"But why us?" Steve questioned.
Tom turned, circling his remarks to all present. "Why not you? You're people, ya know what sex is all about. Okay, so some of ya got problems-like him with the touchy ass, or her, who lied about bein' able to suck cock."
"Tell 'em how we outsmarted th' fuzz just north of Arvada," Chuck giggled, and unbuttoned his shorts, but then hesitated until Tom picked up the conversation again before he dropped them.
"Yeah, those chickenshit cops don't know their ass from a whore's pussy!" Tom bragged. "They could'a had us in no time, but geeze- " He crossed to Chuck and threw his arm around his buddy's neck. "But we outsmarted th' hell out'a them, didn't we, babe? They think we're headed toward Cheyenne and parts north. They got no idea we came south'a Denver, or that we're up in th' mountains fuckin' with you good folks."
"How long do you think you can get away with this?" Fred Smith asked, wrapping his arm about Rose's shoulder.
"Well, about as long as we feel like it-and that's when we get all sexed out." Tom leaned on Chuck, then reached down and lifted his cock as if to show it to the others. "Ya see this pecker of Chuck's, well, it needs a good workin' over, too. Except that he's got problems."
"Ah, don't tell 'em that, Tommy."
"Don't tell 'em what? That you have a helluva time gettin' a fuckin' hard-on? They'll find .that out anyway." Tommy jerked at Chuck's cock a couple of times. "It needs a lot'a coaxin'- but it'll get up there. What he needs is t' see some good shows-ya know, a lot'a way out weird action. He's like my little brother, and I got t' look after him. So we fuck-up and get caught- At least when we get back t' th' joint we got some good memories t' keep us warm."
"What do you mean?" Fred questioned as he pulled Rose closer to him, perhaps finding security in the closeness of her naked body next to his. "What do you mean-'way out weird action'?"
"Gettin' itchy t' find out what th' gig is?" Tom laughed, and Chuck joined in. He dropped his hold on Chuck's cock and unwrapped his arm from Chuck's shoulder. With menacing steps, he crossed toward the Smiths. "I take it this broad is your old lady. Right?"
"She's my wife."
"And you two come on like two real gross squares." Tom had a half smile, more smirk than anything else.
"Meaning?"
"That ya don't know all th' goody types'a ways'a havin' sex." Tom chuckled. "Ya know, sometimes, up in th' joint, I lay on th' bed dreamin' up weird kinds'a far out sex games t' play. And I keep thinkin' t' myself that if most'a you bastards that're on th' outside were t' make out with some'a that action, it'ud be th' best thing that could ever happen t' ya."
"What sort of things, Tommy?" Zoe asked.
Tom whirled around. "Oh, it's you again. Man, like I get th' feelin' that you're pretty wise, lady-like you know where it's at. Okay, so crazy! What we want is a little show, ya know, different, just between you good people. We want t' see cocks sucked and cunts eaten out, assholes fucked and all kinds'a way out things. Dig?"
"In other words, you want to see us humiliated," Rose Smith said.
"Ya might say that, lady, ya just might." Tom handed a gun back to Chuck. "You got a bigger room for sex and games?"
"Yes." Zoe had become very matter-of-fact, deciding that the only way to handle the situation was to go along with the proposed project and wait for the opportunity to foul them up. She led them all to the game room.
"Okay," Tom said once they were all assembled, "Chucky, what d'ya think might turn ya on?"
Chuck scratched his head, sat in a chair at the far end of the room, and slouched down in it so that his cock, although limp, was on view. "Well, let me think. I'd like t' see something like a broad layin' back on a table with another broad eatin' out her snatch, and a guy fuckin' th' second broad from behind while another guy is punkin' the first guy in th' ass. How's that sound for openers?"
"Depraved!" Fred blurted.
Tom chuckled contemptuously as he moved toward Fred. "I think, mister, you're gonna be Lucky Pierre."
"What do you mean?" Fred was suddenly terrified, trembling and wet with perspiration.
"You'll see." Tom pointed to Bet McAn. "Okay, baby, you get th' easy job, just laying back and gettin' your cunt lapped. Okay? Okay." He moved to Zoe. "And I like th' way you chomp at a pussy, baby. You eat her out while Lucky Pierre sticks his pecker up your snatch. Okay? Okay. Ya may have t' suck on his tool for a few minutes t' get it hard ... he looks a little chicken. Now then, one'a you sexy guys that look alike, you get th' fun'a stickin' your cock up big mouth's ass."
"Now see here-" Fred objected.
"Look, Mac, it's a helluva a lot easier t' fuck if ya don't get punched in th' jaw first. Kind'a makes it hard t' have a pain in your head, and one in your ass all at the same time."
Zoe, with the dedication of a social worker, stepped between Tom and Fred. "Let me see if I can't convince him." Since Zoe seemed to be on Tom's side, the latter tipped his hand and nodded.
"He's yours, lady, but I want th' action like I described." Tom positioned a table in the center of the room and motioned for Bet to get on it. As she did and raised her legs, he ran his hand up and down her pussy. "You got a nice snatch there, baby. Maybe a little later on, if you're real good, when I work this thing of mine back up t' hardness- if ya ask real nice, I'll shove it up ya for a while. You'd dig that, wouldn't ya?"
"Well, I- "
Tom dug his finger high into her vagina and clamped his thumb down on her clitoris, viselike so that jolts of agonizing pain shot through her. "Wouldn't ya, cunt?"
"Yes- oh, God-yes!!! Please! Please!!" Tom released the pressure of his fingers, twisting the one in her vagina around several times before he removed it.
"Look, Fred," Zoe confided, "these men are very dangerous. If we don't do what they want us to, they're liable to do something drastic." As she spoke in whispered tones, she ran her hands over his torso, around his nipples, which she had found to be sensitive the night before, and down to his crotch. His cock responded to her touch. Only occasionally did he look back to see if Rose was watching. She was. It embarrassed him to be participating in such an act with another woman-especially with his wife present. He had completely forgotten about the planned divorce. Soon his penis had become as stiff as it could possibly become, and he forgot about his wife as well.
But, to encourage it even more, Zoe crouched down before Fred. His body was fiery hot, his heart beating like a trip-hammer as he feverishly watched Zoe's mouth approach his cock-head, then open and wind around it. The touch of her tongue on that sensitive organ caused him to react with spasm after spasm of excitement, his body shaking and jolting.
"Okay, enough of that," Tom interrupted, since it appeared to him that Fred was practically at the point of reaching ejaculation at contact. "I'll give ya a little advice, Mac-th' longer ya hold off from comin', th' less painful th' cock up your ass will be."
"How do you-how do you know?" Fred was barely able to gasp as Zoe crawled up his body.
"I know, buddy, I know. I learned th' hard way." Tom wiped a distasteful picture from his memory. "Come on, let's get this show in action!"
Zoe needed no instructions as to what to do. She immediately stationed herself between Bet's thighs, and used her fingers to spread her cunt-lips. Then, as if it were second nature to her, she protruded her tongue and began outlining between Bet's labia, around and around until, at last, she concentrated on sucking on her clitoris.
Fred's cock was so hard that it practically sprang up to his belly. Tom grabbed hold of it, in spite of Fred's disdain at having a man touch him there, and guided him behind Zoe. Tom used his other hand to spread Zoe's cunt-lips, and directed the cock-head to its mark.
"Move closer, Fred, move closer," Rose coached, before she caught herself.
Fred did as his wife advised, forcing the entire pole of his penis into the steaming shaft before him. Then, holding tightly to her, he moved his hips back and forth several times as thrills of utter delight filled him.
However, Fred's moments of ecstasy were short-lived, for, within a matter of seconds, Tom had gone to Roy McAn, grabbed him by the cock and led him behind Fred. Tom spit on his index and middle finger, and massaged the spittle into Fred's crack and up into his asshole. Fred jerked painfully at the first penetration of Tom's fingers, and jammed his own cock into Zoe's cervix.
"Lean forward," Tom ordered. When Fred refused, Tom held the gun to the man's temple. "Lean forward, I said!"
With an effort, Fred reluctantly bent forward, reaching under Zoe to clutch at her tits as if to hang on for all he was worth. Tom used both hands to spread Fred's cheeks, and directed Roy to thrust his cock in him.
Roy, apparently an old hand at that sort of thing, as well as at other forms of deviation, knew precisely what to do. Once the knob of his cock passed the anal sphincter, and Fred screamed out with a tormented squeal, Roy pushed his cock in as far as it would go and held it there motionless as he wrapped his arms around Fred's torso.
Fred screamed with the first thrusts of excruciating pain. Roy's pelvic movement was enough to drive Fred's cock in and out of Zoe's cunt. After the initial pain of penetration was over, and the spear of Roy's penis was plunging in and out of Fred's ass, roughly massaging the latter's prostate gland, he began to discover a certain excitement in the act. Not only was it exciting, but he came to realize that it was stimulating him to greater erotic heights than he had ever known. Soon both men were pumping together as Zoe wiggled her butt, helping, as she dove into Bet's slippery cunt and rubbed her clitoris.
Tom looked over at Chuck and noticed he had managed to get a partial hard-on. "Okay, th' rest of you get into a chain of suckin' each other off! You heard me on th' double!"
While the fucking and cunt-eating continued in the center of the floor, Ed Jones got onto his side and stuck his head between Rose's thighs. Babs-no slouch when it came to a good sex party, or even a mediocre daisy chain- was quick to latch her hot mouth onto Ed's flailing cock, one hand groping up his front side, the other sliding over his backside. Steve Weir lowered himself to get between Babs' legs. He had been watching her glistening pussy for some time, aware of its reaction to the sex play that was going on with the others. He first dipped his fingers in to feel around, before he positioned himself so that he could lick in and around her pussy.
Although she had hoped to get some other guy to suck on, Dot had to settle for her husband's cock, or break up the male-female, male-female chain of bodies forming. She sucked Steve's cock with her usual enthusiasm. In the meantime, Rob had already positioned his hard shaft in Rose's mouth. She had some difficulty taking it at first, but she made a valiant effort. Once she showed signs of progress with the grand art of fellatio, Rob contorted himself so that he could reach Dot's cunt. As Rob became the final link in the circle of bodies, stifled moans and groans began coming from several different places in the ring.
At the same time, Fred was making erotic sounds, sighing and panting, gasping and groaning. Soon, both Bet on the table, and Roy with his cock up Fred's ass, joined in the chorus of frantic expressions of excitement as the tingle of climax seemed to jointly work up through all four bodies at the same time. Now the pumping became wilder, the thrusting of cocks more violent. Zoe's tongue and hands moved at a faster speed, arousing Bet to the point that she was just about to lurch off the table with each successive thrill that bolted through her.
"I can't hold back any longer!" Fred shrieked. "I'm coming! I'm coming!!"
"You and me both," Roy warned, as the two lunged in unison, jerking and crashing against each other as the tingle of electric climax shot through them.
Roy hugged his arms about Fred's waist as he felt the come explode through his cock and into the man. Fred, too, was clinging to Zoe as he emptied his male juice into her cunt. However, since Zoe had not yet climaxed, she reached her hand back to grab his leg and keep him in place. While she still tongued hungrily into Bet's snatch, Zoe pushed herself back and forth so that Fred's still-erect cock could ride in and out of her shaft.
Realizing that disconnecting might be a painful experience for Fred, Roy remained with his cock rammed up him, and retained an intimate hold on him as he caressed Fred's torso, as if to stimulate him into continuing. Fred responded and put his head back to Roy's, to brace himself cheek to cheek as Zoe's cunt slithered over his penis.
Tom moved from watching that group to the daisy chain participants. Their rolling, sucking and slurping greatly excited him, and he was once again with a throbbing erection. Then he moved to where Chuck was slouched down in the chair. He reached down to touch his buddy's cock, checking to see if it had reached maximum hardness. It still had a way to go. Almost childishly he caressed it.
"Ain't th' show turnin' ya all th' way on, Chuck-baby?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure. I just need a good hot mouth clamped around it for a while."
At that point, Bet lurched and flopped, rolling into a juicy climax at the adept hand and tongue of Zoe. She let out a piercing cry and gripped Zoe's head with both hands, thrusting her snatch at her as if she wanted Zoe to suck clear up to her womb. Then, almost as violently as she tugged at Zoe's head, she tried to push it away from her cunt, for in the after moments it became strangely sensitive.
Tom had crossed to witness Bet in her gigantic display of climax. Zoe used her hands to brace herself on the table as she pulled slightly forward, a dizziness momentarily making her light-headed. As she lunged forward, it was with enough of a jerk to pull Fred's cock from her pussy, and both he and Roy nearly fell backward. Roy steadied Fred long enough to dislodge his cock. As it left his hole, Fred cried out with an agonizing scream, reeling as if he were going to faint. Roy helped the man to the floor and laid beside him as Fred trembled with shock.
Tom contemptuously sneered at Fred and Roy, but his immediate interest was in Zoe. He raised her head, almost gently with his hand. "You didn't come yet, did ya?"
"No," Zoe gasped breathlessly, and stared from Bet's wet cunt-lips into Tom's hatchet-face, a tender smile almost trying to reshape his mouth for the moment. He put his arm around her back so that he could reach around and cup her tit and, in that position, pull her upright.
Almost childlike, Tom eyed her glistening lips, red from contact with Bet's crotch. "Come and suck on Chuckie's peter for a few minutes, and see if you can't get it real hard." Then he put his mouth to her ear and whispered. "Sometimes it worries me 'cause he can't get it real hard-he needs help."
While attempting to gather her senses, Zoe pulled her head back and attempted to read the man's expression. What was this strange affection between the two convicts? Why was Chuck an entirely different character when in Tom's presence- as if his personality became completely subordinated to Tom's. She nodded her head.
Zoe got on her knees between Chuck's legs. The odor of his crotch left much to be desired, but Zoe gritted her teeth and used her hand to pick up the semi-hard cock, examined it, and pulled the skin back and forth several times before she put it to her mouth. Then, as she took it in, Tom got on his ," knees behind her, and, with little foreplay, spread her cunt-lips with his fingers and lowered his head to tongue into it.
The members of the daisy chain, by then, had worked themselves into a frenzied lather, completely oblivious to the fact that they were performing under duress. Their enthusiastic mouthing of each other's organs became so intense that, amid muffled groans and slight gagging sounds, deep sighs and gasps that would probably have been shrill shrieks of erotic pleasure, one by one their bodies jerked and twisted as they obviously reached the moment of fiery climax.
Chuck watched from the group of writhing bodies on the floor, to Zoe's head pumping up and down at his cock, and finally to Tom's hard pecker, which he could see since the latter had stationed himself in a half-reclining position to eat into Zoe's cunt.
But, as the bodies became inert after the festivities, still twitching with spastic groans and sighs, Chuck was unable to retain the momentary hardness that had come to his cock. It was becoming limp. Finally, out of embarrassment more than anything else, he pushed Zoe's head from his crotch, his cock flopping lifelessly against his thigh and shriveling into his pubic hair. "Not now! Not yet!" His voice had a ring of pathos that disturbed Zoe, but she only gave it passing consideration, since Tom's mouth at her snatch was just about to trigger her off.
She rolled and gasped, clutched her hand around Chuck's cock and balls, and threw her head backward as the moment of climax shot through her. Then she dropped her head and nestled her face in Chuck's pubic hair, where she remained until he knocked her away.
Chapter 9
The men were locked in the game room. There were two exits, but both had been sealed off. The McAn twins and Steve Weir were so exhausted from the night before--and hungover-not to mention being enervated by the imposed round of sex that day, that they were just as happy to curl up on the mat and sleep, figuring there would be time to worry about their situation later.
Ed Jones, too, was tired; but, because Fred Smith was so upset over what had transpired, Ed decided to sit up with him, and perhaps lead him out of his jungle of confusion.
The girls had been imprisoned in an adjoining room, considerably smaller than the game room. Like their husbands, the McAn girls and Dot Weir were ready to fold up for a nap, undisturbed by the sexual adventure in which they had just participated, and not really concerned over the presence of the two escaped convicts. However, like her husband, Rose was noticeably upset, so Zoe took it upon herself to console the woman.
Chuck stood guard over the two room while Tom crapped out for a few hours sleep. He awoke late in the day and rummaged around the kitchen for something to eat. It was then decided that Zoe and Dot should be let out to prepare food for everyone.
"How long we gonna stay here, Tommy?" Chuck asked, while the two kept a watch on Zoe and Dot in the kitchen.
"Oh, a couple'a days, maybe." Tom had a certain self-assured mannerism. "There's no way in hell they can trace us here. Then we leave, we'll take one'a these dudes' cars, put everyone out'a commission for a few hours, and be on our way t' California. You'll like California, Chuck-baby."
"Yeah-if we ever get there."
Tom put his hand around Chuck's shoulders and gripped his fingers into the back of the husky man's neck. "Believe in me, Chuck-baby, believe in me."
The men stood staring at each other in a kind of queer trance, not really knowing what each saw in the other's eyes. Finally Tom dropped his hold on Chuck and looked up to see Zoe watching them. Chuck followed Tom's glance.
"What ya starin' at, cunt?" Chuck practically hissed.
"Was I staring?" Zoe laughed and turned on her charm. She had about figured these two guys out, and she wanted to prove her theory right. "I was just going to inform you that dinner is ready. Why don't we be civil about this whole thing and let everyone come to the dining room for a pleasant meal? After all, if you've put all the cars out of commission like you say you have, I don't think you have to worry about anyone escaping. No one in his right mind would take off on foot after dark-it gets mighty cold up here."
"Yeah-maybe you're right." Tom patted his buddy on the back and sent him to get the others and take them into the dining room. Then he turned and studied Zoe. "You're kind'a somethin' else, aren't you? Ya ain't scared'a us at all. How come?"
"Why should I be? Just because you have guns?" Zoe was all smiles, almost nonchalant appearing. "You boys aren't killers-and you're nobody's fools-just a little mixed up."
"How d'ya know we ain't killers?"
"I'm a pretty good judge of human nature." Zoe pursed her lips in thought. "You would have a lot better chance of escaping to freedom if you didn't have your friend along."
"Oh, yeah? Who says?"
"It's just a wild guess, but it stands to reason that one man would have a better chance than two."
Tom looked at her for a moment, then his lower lip fell. "Well, hell, I couldn't leave without Chuck."
Zoe stared intently into his eyes. "Yes, I know." Abruptly she turned to go back to the stove.
"Huh?" Tom thought a minute, then took long strides to catch up with her. He put one hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "What th' fuck did ya mean by that?"
Again Zoe stared with understanding intensity into the hardened face before her. "You said it, I didn't."
"But you said you knew. How'd ya know?"
She looked directly in the man's face, her words were measured and precise. "Because of the love you have for him."
"Love? Shit! What th' bloody fuck ya talkin' about?"
She smiled and turned to remove a casserole from the often. "Hot stuff, watch it."
"I asked ya a question." Tom started to reach for her, but the hot dish was in his way.
"Think about it, Tommy-just think about it." She pushed past him. "Grab that basket of rolls and that bowl of salad and bring it along."
Tom stood bewildered. He looked from Zoe to the gun in his hand. She was not afraid of it-or of him. Then, realizing that he could not carry the rolls, the salad bowl and the gun all at the same time, he shoved the gun into his belt. Dot was watching him. He glanced up into her face and reddened. However, with a shrug he picked up the salad bowl and the rolls, and forced a half grin. "Ain't you carryin' nothin'?"
Dot looked frightened as she quickly turned to get two vegetable dishes and, crossing in front of him, went toward the dining room.
The woman had been allowed to put on their panties and bras, but the men remained naked, and uneasily so in the presence of the women. Both Chuck and Tom wore only their trousers.
Fred and Rose Smith practically ran to each other's arms.
"Are you all right, Fred?"
"Yes-I think so."
"You didn't get hurt when that brute forced that man to-you know?" Rose reddened at the thought.
"No-I don't think so." Fred ran his hand down his wife's back and let it rest at her waist. "Rose, I've been having" quite a long chat with Ed Jones. You know, the Joneses are amazing people. I think they've pretty well pinpointed us and what's wrong with our marriage."
"All right, you two," Chuck said with a wave of his gun, "cut th' chatter. Grub's on th' table, eat while ya can."
There was little conversation at dinner. All were ravenous since only the Joneses had eaten any food that day. When Zoe went to the kitchen for the dessert and coffee, Tom followed her.
"About what you said a little while ago-" Tom perched against the sink.
"I haven't time to talk, unless you give me a hand dishing up this ice cream." Zoe was all business.
Tom moved to help her. "Okay shoot."
"Well, I would say," Zoe said, as she dipped in for a scoop of ice cream, "that you have an underlying protective feeling for Chuck-a sense of responsibility for him."
"Why th' hell should I have that?"
Tom was being overly defensive, she could tell. She decided to take a wild guess. "Maybe because you feel responsible for his physical condition."
"What physical condition?"
"The fact of his sexual abnormality-his psychosomatic impotency."
"His what?" Tom dropped a scoop of ice cream and kicked it aside.
"The fact that he has difficulty getting and sustaining an erection." Zoe's attention seemed to be on the ice cream.
"Ya tryin' t' say that I'm responsible for th' fact that Chuck can't get a hard-on?"
"No. I'm saying that maybe you feel as if you are responsible for it." Now she looked directly into his eyes and tried to smile. "Maybe he was all right until he got to prison and you raped him."
"How did you-?" Tom laughed embarrassedly.
"Ah, what th' fuck ya talkin' about?"
"Think about it, Tommy." Zoe moved to the coffee urn and turned on the spigot, filling a container with the rich brown liquid. "I understand that prisoners perform what they consider to be unnatural sex acts on one another, forcing the weaker-willed individuals to do things that are completely alien to their natures. And, in some rare cases, that causes a psychosomatic reaction within such individuals."
Tom glared at her from across the room, then swaggered toward her. "Where th' hell did you get all your smarts?"
"That's the way it is, isn't it, Tommy?"
Tom laughed uneasily and turned away. "It might be. I'll get th' fuckin' ice cream."
"Oh, good heavens," Zoe thought aloud and turned off the spigot on the coffee urn, "what a thing to do with ice cream. Ooo, that would be a real deep freeze!" She motioned for Tom to get the tray of ice cream dishes as she picked up the coffee container and started for the swinging door. She turned back and smiled sweetly at Tom. "Maybe we ought to see what we can do about rectifying the situation."
"Rectifying"
Realizing that she was free to go since Tom had his hands full with the ice cream tray, she smiled impishly and pushed her way through the door. Tom entered on the next swing of the door to see her pouring coffee. He passed out the ice cream.
"I want to know what you intend doing with us?" Fred said after the dishes had been cleared from the table.
"Well, Mac," Tom said sarcastically, "I figure t' fuck you a couple'a times in the ass and maybe make ya swing on a couple'a cocks. Maybe that'll get you off your goddamn high horse."
"Please, Fred," Rose said, as she put her hand on his naked thigh, "he's only trying to antagonize you."
"Well, he's damn well succeeding," Fred replied. "It's no fun having one of those things shoved up your backside."
For some reason Rose wanted to laugh, but she swallowed her urge and tried to be sympathetic. "Yes, I know, dear-that is, I should guess."
Fred eyed his wife suspiciously. He decided to remain mum.
"I'll help you with the dishes," Tom offered Zoe, as he carried the last of the things from the dining room. The others had been taken back to their places of confinement after Tom had considered Zoe's plea to let them all dress, unless he was planning another orgy or something.
Zoe turned on the water and added soap. "You're still worried about Chuck, aren't you?"
"I've been thinkin' about what ya said."
"And you think maybe what I said was true?"
"I didn't say that."
After Zoe began washing and rinsing the dishes and placing them in the drain rack, she watched Tom make an attempt at drying them. "How does Chuck get his kicks?"
"Huh?" Tom nearly dropped a plate. "What d'ya mean?"
"I mean sexually."
Tom thought a minute. "Ya mean with guys?"
"I don't know." Zoe appeared understanding. "What about with women?"
"I only know what he told me." Again Tom seemed embarrassed. "Guess th' only thing that really turns him on is t' have some broad suck him off while some other guy's fuckin' her cunt."
"But you don't know?" Zoe was clinical in her approach, which seemed to set Tom somewhat at ease.
"Just what he says."
"Then I have a suggestion." She handed him a hot plate and watched amusedly as he juggled it.
It took some convincing for Tom to agree to go along with her idea.
Zoe's powers of persuasion were so strong that she was able to convince Tom to allow each of the couples to be locked into individual cabins, where their clothing was taken from them and it would be impossible for them to escape through the narrow windows. However, since Babs McAn and Steve Weir were to be used in the experiment, Dot was locked in a double cabin with the rest of the McAns. Ed Jones was locked in a cabin by himself, assured that his wife would join him later.
Chuck, Tom, Steve and Babs joined Zoe in another cabin. Steve and Babs were completely confused about what was happening, but the most confused of the party was Chuck Schultz. Everyone undressed, including Zoe and Tom.
"Now what's suppose t' happen, Tommy? What did ya let that bitch go an' talk ya into, huh?" Chuck was nervous about the situation.
Steve, at the sight of both Babs and Zoe naked, immediately responded with the beginnings of a prodigious erection. He was ordered to lie on his back, and Babs was told to tongue his body until she got his cock as hard as it would possibly get. This she did with a certain eagerness that aroused Steve to the desired erotic heights. Then, when his tool was rigid and spitting lubricating fluid until the cock-head was big and shiny, Babs was commanded to squat down on it and direct it into her cunt. She did so, but not before she wound her mouth around it a couple of times, fingering around his balls and up into his asshole. Then, holding the mighty muscle pointed toward her snatch, she straddled his pelvis and forced it inside her with a delicate grunt. Wiggling and twisting as it penetrated her oozy shaft, she worked herself down until she was completely impaled by it. With that meat crammed inside her, she found it impossible to keep from squirming around.
"Now, Chuck," Zoe said with a certain firmness, "step over Steve's body and let Babs suck .on your cock."
"Ya kiddin' or what?" Chuck looked frightened.
"Go ahead, Chuck-baby, do like th' lady says." Tom watched with his arms folded. His cock had begun to stiffen, but he was uncertain which stimulation had caused it.
Chuck hesitated before he stepped across Steve's body. He obviously was having qualms about the entire affair. His cock dangled with only a semblance of firmness entering it. Perspiration oozed out on his brow as he finally stepped close enough to Babs that she could fondle his balls. When he finally moved closer, she ran one hand over his thighs and up to his testicles, while the other hand examined his still limp cock. She tugged on it, pulling him closer for a better look. At last she was able to lure him close enough so that she could take the head of it in her mouth. At the first taste of it, she began to bounce furiously on Steve's cock. However, although she sucked at Chuck's cock with a passion, little or no hardness came to it.
Babs let the muscle slip out of her mouth as she began rocking on Steve's prick with a passion. Now she licked her tongue around Chuck's thighs and testicles, sucking first one and then both balls into her mouth. Still only minimal tension came to his penis. Again she took it into her mouth, now making erotic noises of gasping and groaning as she rode Steve's cock for all she was worth.
Chuck looked helplessly to Tom, embarrassed and uncomfortable. Then his eyes shot to Zoe's. She forced a smile, after which she averted her glance down to Tom's cock. Slowly she lowered to her haunches before the man and reached to play about his testicles and penis until she steadied the root of it, pushed back so that it would point out at her, and circled her lips around the head of it. Catching her lips on the outer rim of the cock-head, so that it was completely within her mouth, she flicked her tongue over it until the cock-neck reached full firmness and seemed to bend upward into her mouth. She glanced over to notice that as Babs worked on Chuck's cock, it was beginning to get firmer, but that was because Chuck's attention was on Tom's cock. Zoe gazed up at Tom, who was watching her. She nodded her head. He, too, looked over to observe Chuck.
Almost as if on cue, Tom began lowering himself so that he, too, was in a reclining position. During that maneuver, however, Zoe never once lost her mouth-hold on his penis. When he was down, she managed to position herself so that her legs straddled his upper body and her crotch was directly above his mouth.
Tom clutched at the cheeks of Zoe's ass, spreading them and moving his fingers down to play into the crack of her cunt, pulling the lips apart and caressing around the lips and clitoris, finally yanking her pelvis down to his face so that he could lick into her snatch. As he did, Zoe began a slow downward movement onto the neck of his cock. Because of the unusual length of that muscle, she was forced to curl her fist around the base of it, and even then found it was more than she could take comfortably. Nevertheless, she made the most of the situation as her head began to bob up and down on it, matching the rhythm that Babs had set sliding up and down on Steve's cock.
Babs moved her head back and forth on Chuck's cock so that it slid in and out of her mouth, the head penetrating into her throat. She directed Steve's hands to play with Chuck's backside, while her hands explored up his chest and belly and down his legs.
There was no doubt that Chuck was being stimulated to the point of ejaculation. He seemed unconcerned with what was happening to his own body, while his attention remained riveted to Zoe and Tom.
As Tom raised his head to lick higher into Zoe's cunt, and she bobbed her head faster and faster over his cock, Chuck could tell by Tom's body movement that he, too, was on the verge of climax. As his body jolted spastically with release, and he chewed higher into Zoe's cunt, so that once she tasted his come, she, too, was ready to shoot, Chuck felt the tingle of ejaculation start from his toes and eventually lunge with excruciating agony through his penis and into Babs' frantically sucking mouth. No more had he shot his load, than Chuck hurriedly pulled his sensitive cock from Babs' grasp. At which point, Babs moved so spastically over Steve's tool, that it erupted inside her. She fingered her clitoris until she reached climax.
Chuck had moved away from the others. He was bent over, clutching his groin as if in terrible pain. Tears glistened on his cheek as his legs crumpled under him and he fell into a heap on the floor.
Chapter 10
"I don't understand your attitude, honey," Ed said the following morning while he and Zoe were still imprisoned in one of the cabins. "You seem to be sticking up for those two punk convicts."
"They're human beings." Zoe stretched naked on the bed, arching her back and pulling her knees upward to hoist herself into a sitting position on the side of it. Her eyes searched over her husband's naked body, standing poised by the dresser. She rose and moved to him, forcing herself beneath his protecting arm, wrapping one hand around his back, while the other hand brushed over his belly hair, which never ceased to intrigue her. "They've got bodies, emotions and feelings like everyone else. Maybe they're a little perverted, but they're still emotions and feelings."
"And you're fascinated with that big cock that Tom West has," Ed replied playfully.
"Edward Jones! What a thing to say!" Zoe pretended indignation. "You know the size of what a man's got between his legs never impressed me one way or the other-it's how he uses it that counts. That's why I love yours so much."
"And not because it's attached to me?" Ed continued in his same jovial manner.
"Oh, Ed, really!" She clamped her hand around his limp cock and bent forward to kiss it. "I love you, period-all of you, head to toe, and everything in between." She twisted her index finger into his navel.
"Then, instead of taking such a humanitarian interest in those scroungy crooks," Ed said, as he manipulated her tit, rubbing his forefinger suggestively over the nipple, "why don't you let me break the siding off the cabin wall? I can squeeze out between the joints and go for the sheriffs."
"Well, dear husband," Zoe said, fingering into his pubic hair, "ripping the siding off the cabin could not be done silently. It's liable to arouse Tom and Chuck-and anger them. Even if you did go for help, they would know you were gone, and might well vent their antagonism on the rest of us. Besides, they're not killers, just a couple of misguided little boys who we might be able to help."
"Oh, Zoe, really!" Ed pulled himself away from her, throwing his hands into the air in a futile gesture. "How long do you think all of us can exist up here without additional supplies?"
Zoe eyed her husband curiously, then changed her expression with a broad smile. "Well, I think we can hold out until sometime this afternoon or early evening." She had an impish look about her.
"Okay, Zoe, what's your little plan this time?"
"I just want to try something with Chuck-only once. If it fails, then I'll admit defeat," Zoe grinned and moved to her husband to once again run her hands over his furry belly. "But I just have a feeling-"
Ed wrapped his arms about his wife, pressing his naked body tightly against hers. He smiled broadly and kissed the tip of her nose. "No wonder no one can keep up with the Joneses, with a Mrs. Jones like you to try to outsmart." He laughed before he lowered his mouth to hers. As they kissed, his cock tugged with tension, thudding against her lower belly. Their arms were locked around each other as Zoe opened her mouth and sucked Ed's plunging tongue into it.
"Oh, God, Zoe, but I love you," Ed said, as he pulled his mouth from hers and nibbled his lips over her cheek to her ear.
Zoe reached her hand between their bodies, adjusting his cock into a downward direction so that the head of it could gouge at her cunt-lips. "Honey, what we have is so beautiful-" She lunged her mouth for his again.
While they were both glistening with excitement, a fist crashed against the front door of the cabin, urgently pounding. The Joneses pulled apart and Ed ducked into the bathroom and under the shower, while Zoe checked her appearance and moved to the door, her body still tingling with sensation. They had had sex once already that morning; it was just as well this second time was interrupted, especially if Zoe were to carry out the plan that was reeling around in her head. She opened the door to Tom West.
"We're hungry," the man growled.
"And a cheery good morning to you, too." Zoe was all smiles, so radiant that Tom momentarily ducked his head for his loutish manners. "I hope you slept well."
"Ah, knock it off, will ya? Where's your old man?"
"In the shower."
"Oh, well, we're hungry." Tom was carrying a large bath towel. He threw it to Zoe. "Wrap up in this and come fix us somethin' t' eat."
Zoe studied the man before her. He had changed. She could tell he had showered again, and been in Ed's cologne. Without further comment, she wrapped the towel around herself, then went to the bathroom door and advised Ed that she was leaving with Tom.
Chuck met them in the kitchen. He, too, had bathed and looked shiny clean, his face smoothly shaved. He smelled of Ed's better cologne. Chuck was in a much more pleasant mood than Tom.
"Hope ya don't mind," Tom said almost apologetically, "but we slept in your bed."
"Both in one bed?" Zoe tried only to sound casual.
"Well-a-that is," Tom flustered, "we didn't want'a mess up a lot of 'em and make more work for you."
"That was very considerate." Zoe studied Tom.
"After breakfast," Tom said a while later, "after everything's cleared up, Chuck says he'll go with you and do what you want to do." He ducked his head and looked away. Chuck blushed.
To keep from further embarrassing the men, Zoe went about preparing breakfast. While Tom and Chuck ate in relative silence, she fixed food for the others. After he had eaten, Tom took the food out to the cabins, while Chuck helped Zoe clean up the kitchen.
"Ya know," Chuck confided, almost as if he were verbalizing the thoughts that had been welled up in him, "we shouldn't'a broke out'a th' joint like we did. They'll make it harder than hell on us when they catch us,"
"What makes you think they'll catch you?" Zoe tried to be on his side.
"Oh, they will, sooner or later," Chuck mumbled. "Ya know, ya get locked up in a hell-hole like that and all ya think about is gettin' out-guess people're just meant t' be free. But, hell, maybe it's just all th' worry or somethin', but now that we're out, there ain't no real freedom, because we'll always be worried sick about bein' caught. Ya understand what I'm sayin'?"
"I think so, Chuck." She put her hand on his arm and patted.
"You're a real nice lady, aren't you?" Chuck was staring intently into her eyes. "I'm sorry I called ya what I did yesterday."
"I understand, Chuck." She moved away from him and poured each of them a cup of coffee.
"You don't mind having sex with other guys-er broads even-I mean other than with your old man?" There was uncertainty in Chuck's voice.
"To tell you the truth, Chuck," Zoe said lightly with a grin, "Ed and I had had sex with practically all of our guests before you guys arrived. That's our bag, we're swappers-like a variety of different people, and sex parties with several participating. And, you may find this difficult to believe, but the more we have sex with other people, the better our sex-Ed and mine-becomes when we're together-and, the deeper our love grows."
"Then-" Chuck hesitated as if what he was about to say was difficult for him to word, "-then you wouldn't mind havin'-I mean, doin' it with me, like Tommy said-?"
"Why, Chuck, I think I'd enjoy it!" Again she patted him and smiled, not at his embarrassment, but at his little boy quality. She ran her finger along the ridge of his arm, over the tattoo of the naked woman. "Whenever you're ready."
For some reason Chuck did not want to use the Jones's apartment for his intimate adventure with Zoe. Was it because it was the bed she shared with her husband? Or was it because it was where he had spent the night snuggled beside his buddy? Whatever the case, he chose to use one of the upstairs rooms.
Tom had disappeared after the things were cleared up from breakfast and the kitchen was as spotless as Zoe usually kept it. It was presumed he had gone out to check over the cars to see which one he would put back into commission for their escape. He was obviously restless, and uneasy at remaining at E-Z Mount. Where he went precisely, or what he did, no one knew.
Chuck set his gun on the dresser and stared from it to Zoe, who was supported against the bedpost. The room was not large, with a single window overlooking the driveway below. Chuck leaned against the dresser, folding his hands in front of him.
"Whose idea," Zoe asked as if groping for a logical starting place to begin conversation with the uptight man before her, "was it to break out of prison-yours or Tommy's?"
"Tommy-well, I guess we'd both thought about it a helluva lot." His eyes shifted around the room as if searching for a means of escape.
"How old were you when you got sent up?" Zoe was reaching for a point.
"Nineteen. Why?"
"Nineteen? Hmmm. Guess you'd had sex before that."
"Hell, yes!"
"With lots of-girls?"
"Man, you don't know-"
"How many different ones?"
"Well, let me see there was-" His eyes shot up at Zoe, then nervously back to his fingers where he was pretending to count. "Oh, maybe a dozen or so."
"Is that all?" Zoe tried to sound amazed.
"Well, hell, I guess maybe there was more. Who counts?" Chuck bit his lower lip and avoided Zoe's glance.
"Or less?"
Chuck's eyes flashed up again, and then quickly away. "Like I say, who counts?"
"Uh-huh." Zoe altered her position. "And when you got to Canyon City-? Was Tommy the first guy that got to you?"
"Who told- I mean, what're yatalkin' about?" Chuck shifted his weight and pounded his fist into the palm of his hand.
Zoe scrutinized his distraught features, his trembling lips, his slumped forward body. He did not have to express himself in words; she could tell by the attitude of his body exactly what she wanted to know. "Chuck-?" As the man looked up at her, she pulled the tucked-in end of the towel around her loose from where it was securing the cloth to her body. With a jerk, she opened the towel so that her body was fully exposed. Tossing the towel aside, so again posed at the bedpost. "I want to have sex with you."
"Sex?" His palms were sweating.
"No, that's wrong, I want to make love to you, Chuck."
"Make love?"
"You've never been in love, have you?"
"Love? Yes-I mean, hell no!"
"Uh-huh." She pushed away from the bedpost after fingering the round knob of it suggestively. "You know, Chuck, cleaned up like you are, you're a pretty sexy-looking guy. You really turn me on."
"I-I do?" He attempted to grin back his embarrassment. "Hell, I'm nothin'."
"You're a man-and I'm a woman-and that's a pretty good arrangement-at least, it has been for some time now."
Chuck grinned in amusement. "Yeah, I guess so."
Zoe crossed so that she was standing directly before him. She gazed up into his face, as if she were looking up at Ed, and wet her lips with her tongue. With studied movement she put both of her hands palms down on his chest, feeling the body definition beneath his coarse shirt. "Want me to undress you?"
"I don't care." He had tensed backward as if trying to escape her, but only managed to hunch his shoulders and pulled the front of his shirttail from his trousers.
Zoe let one hand slip down to where his shirt parted just above his belt buckle, and eased it under to rub over his bare skin. His belly was a little on the flabby side, but Zoe was under the opinion that ideally proportioned bodies were not nearly as exciting as those which were slightly different. The feel of his skin excited her. "I like-ooo, yes, that's nice."
"You think so?" Her enthusiasm was turning him on-just as she had planned it would.
"Oooo, does it! Whow!" Her fingers slid in between his buttons and eased them out of their holes until she had the entire front of his shirt open and pushed back so that she could admire the full area of his upper torso. Her hands caressed over it like it was a treasured sculpture. "That's he-man stuff!"
"Ah, stop, you're puttin' me on." Chuck laughed as he looked down to watch her hands rounding his chest and moving down to include his belly. Then, with a sweeping upward movement, Zoe's hands slipped under his shirt at his shoulders and eased it down his arms and off.
"You're more powerfully built than Tommy," she observed, as again she inched her hands over his skin until she cupped her fingers over his chest and rolled his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "A lot more sexy, too."
"Yeah, maybe I've got more up on top-like fat, maybe, but I ain't got anything in my pants t' compare with Tommy's."
While she left one hand at his chest, she lowered the other to grope over his trousers and fondled the length of cock she found hidden beneath them. "That's just the right size, Chuck." She brought her other hand down to steady the material as she unzipped his fly.
"Ya got t' be kiddin'."
"I'm not." She reached her hand into the opening of his pants. He had discarded his old shorts, so that she immediately touched the smooth skin of his penis, running the points of her fingers down to the head of it. "Tommy's is too big to take comfortably, but yours is just a nice size."
"You serious?" Chuck was beginning to believe her. "I always thought it was to little-like maybe if I stuck it up a cunt, th' chick wouldn't even feel a thing."
Zoe laughed and squeezed her fingers tighter around the dangling muscle, now growing firmer with her insistent groping. "A vagina is flexible, Chuck-even a little finger stuck up it would stimulate it." She caught hold of his hand and pulled it down to her crotch. Once his finger penetrated into her twat, she exaggeratedly jolted her body in response. Then she realized what he had just said. Now she was certain that all his bragging about making it with a dozen or so girls was all bluff.
While Chuck fingered into her cunt, Zoe undid his belt and released the upper buttons of his pants. Slowly, exploringly, she wound her fingers under his waistband, caressing around until she clutched her fingers into the cheeks of his ass and forced the trousers down to his thighs. As she squeezed her fingers, she pulled his body to hers so that his cock was pressed against her lower belly. She turned slightly from side to side as if she believed the motion would cause a hardness to fill his cock. It did react with a certain firmness, but she realized it was going to take a lot more coaxing.
She put her mouth to his chest and licked her tongue in a figure-eight movement as she circled from nipple to nipple, gradually sucking each of them in. As she did, she slipped her fingers into the crack of his ass, playing up and down, and reaching a finger into his asshole. The combination of her mouth at his tits and her fingers in his ass seemed to greatly arouse him so that she felt his cock becoming rigid against her belly. Slowly she lowered her body, pulling his hardening muscle with her abdomen as she squatted to hoist his trousers down his thighs and free from his legs. Catching his cock in the crevice between her breasts, she brought her hands to either side of those orbs, pushing them together to hold his now throbbing tool between them.
"God!" he shrieked. "I could fuck you right like that."
Zoe got her body even lower as she tugged his trousers free from his feet. Now, face level to his crotch, she brought her hands up his legs to catch his testicles, one in each hand. She sniffed his crotch; it was well-scented with cologne. That amused her as she extended her tongue and began flicking the tip of it over his scrotum, while she caught his cock in her hand, pushing down at the root of it so that it could reach maximum hardness. Her other hand played along the neck of his penis, slipping the skin back and forth, covering and uncovering the head of it as it turned a glistening purple.
Now she connected her lips to his cock-head and pulled the skin toward her so that she could lick in between foreskin and cock-head. She completely circled the knob several times before she pushed her mouth all the way down on the mighty instrument, gouging the head of it into her throat.
"Let me get on the bed," Chuck moaned, as he clutched his fingers into his lower abdomen.
Chuck fell onto the bed, face up, his cock swishing with shiny firmness. Zoe climbed onto the bed, too, crawling up his body until she was lying flat on top of him, her face at his. Then, grabbing hold of each of his ears, she pulled his lips to her open mouth and sucked them in. "Give me your tongue," she whispered. His lips parted, and he slowly penetrated his tongue fully into her mouth. She sucked on it with such fury that he thought she was going to pull it out by the roots.
After she had washed his face thoroughly with her tongue, so that he was a mass of excitement, she scooted her body further up his until she caught his face between her tits, and rolled them around until he caught the nipple of first one and then the other in his mouth. Her legs were on either side of his body, so that in her straddled position, while he was busily munching on her tits, she reached back and guided his bone-hard cock in between her legs and into the wide vagina opening. She let the knob of it be held between the flexible cunt-lips as he sucked at her breast. Then, the spasms of excitement that shot through her became so great, that she wiggled herself backward until she felt the cock-neck slide into her liquid cavern. She pushed all the way down on it until she felt it was inside her. In so doing, she had moved her breasts so that they were inconvenient to Chuck's slurping mouth. She held perfectly still above him, her lips practically at his.
"You're basically envious of Tommy," she whispered, "for several reasons. But that cock you've got up my cunt, baby-" she wiggled to emphasize her words, "-is as good as any I've had stuck up there-and I've had some lulus, believe me!"
"It's-it's big enough?"
She bounced up and down on it a couple of times. "What do you think, big boy?" She was playing it to the hilt, so, instead of saying more, she lined her tongue around the circle of his lips, then held her mouth open for his tongue to be thrust in.
Now as she concertedly sucked on the fullness of his tongue, pulling it deep and deeper into her mouth and throat, she undulated her hips and began a slow thrusting forward and backward of her pelvis so that his piston would slip in and out of the channel of her shaft. She could feel the vibration of his groans on his tongue in her mouth. That excited her even more and she made erotic sounds back as her entire body was now wiggling and jolting over his.
Zoe rocked her pelvis back and forth with accelerated enthusiasm as he thrust his hips forward and back beneath her with a fiery penetration. The springs creaked beneath their weight and frantic motion, but the sound was music to Zoe's ears-she was accomplishing her purpose.
When she could tell he was about to come, by the muffled sobs and grunts that he was making, and the convulsive churning of his every muscle, Zoe suddenly stopped her movement and pulled her mouth from his. "You can plant your cum in me next time, baby. This time I want to drink it into my throat like I've been sucking on your tongue."
Before Chuck could object, Zoe scooted up so that she pulled herself free from his rigid cock. Then she crawled around so that her crotch was to his face.
"Get on top and fuck me in the mouth," she ordered, as she put her lips around the head of his cock and tugged at his body so that he would crouch above her on all fours. She adjusted a pillow under her head and allowed the full length of his cock to slip along her tongue, until the head of it pushed into her opened throat. Once inside, Chuck began a slow pumping up and down, even more excited at the thought of his cock stabbing into the hollow of her throat. He gripped his hands and forearms about her thighs, and used his fingers to pull her cunt-lips apart. Then, like a pro, he tongued his way into her pussy, remembering how it had been done the day before.
His butt was heaving and tossing with a fury, bobbing up and down as his cock plunged in and out of Zoe's mouth. And as his thrusting became more and more intent, his licking into her cunt matched it. He fingered her clitoris as his tongue pierced in. The combination of the taste, the thought, and the triggering tempo joined to arouse the response of his sex juices. Now both were writhing, the moment of climax was like electricity jolting through their bodies. Practically at the same moment, the painful agony of exotic ejaculation flashed through each of them. Zoe's mouth and throat were inundated with sperm, hot and creamy, as her cunt juices were released in a magnificent moment of discharge. Every part of each of them reacted with completeness, and when they were drained, they fell exhausted in an entangled embrace.
"You see, Chuck," Zoe said after they had each come down from the sex high, "you can do it-as well, or better than Tommy. You can, you can, you can!"
Chuck raised his drooling mouth from her cheek. "Yes, I can! I did!" A somewhat pathetic laugh shook from within the depths of him.
Chapter 11
All the captives at E-Z Mount were brought into the dining room for a late lunch that afternoon. Tom claimed he had gone for a hike that morning, and had got on the wrong trail. It was as good an excuse as any. Besides, Ed Jones was the only one that was up and awake most of that time. The others simply slept in, somehow having faith that the Joneses would come up with a solution to the problem, and that was that.
Chuck looked a little worn, and happy. Zoe was her old bouncy self, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. She prepared lunch with Dot Weir's assistance, and Chuck helped by setting the table and doing little odd jobs. However, when he encountered Tom, he sulked back into his old disposition.
"Did ya make it?" Tom had jerked Chuck back into the corner of the large kitchen out of earshot of Zoe and Dot.
"Yeah."
"Well?"
"Well, what? It just happened." Chuck ducked his head.
"Uh-huh." Tom put his hand on Chuck's shoulder, but the latter flinched away. "I see. So that's how it is."
"How what is?" Chuck attempted to read his friend's expression, then childishly reached for Tom's hand and placed it on his shoulder.
Tom doubled his fingers into a light fist and playfully boxed at Chuck's chin. He tried to force a smile, but it was difficult. "Okay." He took a stance as if to brace himself with inner fortification. "Think ya can do it again-this afternoon?"
"Ya mean with Zoe? Yeah, like she's somethin' else!"
Tom cringed, clutched his fists together and banged on his thighs. Then, with his eyes tightly closed, he screamed: "I mean with all th' goddamn cunts around here!"
Zoe and Dot looked over in their direction, but Zoe motioned that they should not pay any attention to what was transpiring between the men.
"What's wrong, Tommy? Did I say somethin' wrong?"
"Not a goddamn thing." Tom's eyes popped open and he stared daggers into Chuck's face. "We're gonna have a motherfuckin' orgy this afternoon t' end all motherfuckin' orgies!" With a verbal slap, he stormed out, leaving Chuck with a bewildered expression.
Everyone at lunch was naked, except for Tom and Chuck, each of whom wore only their trousers and carried their guns. There was a quiet atmosphere at the table, little conversation as they all sneaked periodic glances at their two tormentors. Tom's face was drawn, contorted into a bitter sneer. He picked at his food. Chuck, on the other hand, had a ravenous appetite, and a perpetual smile, unless he happened to look at Tom. Zoe watched the two out of the corner of her eye. Now she was beginning to get a little frightened. What if Tom did something unforeseen? What if he completely turned on Chuck? She wished she had the privacy to discuss it with her husband. Ed might not have the answers, but at least he would be forewarned.
Tom loudly scuffed his chair back from the table and got to his feet. Standing arms akimbo, his gun tucked in the front of his trousers, he scanned the parties present as if he were attempting to come up with a diabolic plot. "Chuck-baby, you keep a good eye on these bastards for a few minutes, while I'm gone. Okay?"
Before he received Chuck's answer, Tom ducked out of the dining room. Chuck followed him with his eyes, then nervously looked back at the eyes staring at him. He got up, apprehensively, and stood a distance away from everyone, bracing himself against the door leading out.
Zoe got up to clear the tables.
"Stay where ya are," Chuck warned.
"Just going to gather things up."
"No, ya ain't. I want everyone just t' stay where they are-anyone moves and I'll get trigger-happy. Understand?" Chuck's face had turned scarlet. He was frightened.
"Afraid we'll rush you?" Fred Smith questioned.
Now Chuck was perspiring. "Look, all of you just stay where ya are. Understand?"
"Look at him," Rob McAn said, "he's scared shitless!"
"I-I-ain't!"
"Yes, he is," Fred jabbed.
"Leave him alone," Zoe called, "all of you!"
"Zoe?"
"If he pulls that trigger," Zoe continued, "it'll be because you dared him to."
"Yeah, that's right." Chuck wanted to trust Zoe.
"Be grateful that he doesn't lock you back up in the cabins." Zoe was indirectly playing up to Chuck.
"Yeah, listen to her." Chuck was practically pleading.
"Zoe's right," Ed interjected, and the matter seemed settled.
Chuck felt the tension subside, however, he did not alter his position from the door. His eyes constantly moved from one to another. The slightest movement caused him to jerk his gun to attention. It was a tense several minutes for everyone involved, until Tom eventually returned.
"Any problems?" Tom seemed more his old self, somewhat relaxed. He put his hand on Chuck's shoulder. "Feel like havin' a little more fun, Chuck-baby?"
"Ya mean sex?"
"Yeah, why not? We're gonna split from here after a while, but I got th' hots t' see a little more way out action-don't you?" Tom dug his fingers into Chuck's shoulder as if to force a yes out of him.
"Sure, Tommy, sure."
"Okay, ever'body into th' game room." Suddenly Tom was like a camp physical director.
"Can't I clear up the dishes first?" Zoe was concerned. Besides, she was curious to see that Chuck's reaction would be. Contrary to what she thought, he went completely along with his buddy.
The entire group of naked bodies filed into the game room. All four of the McAns were bored, the boys more so than the girls. When they mumbled amongst themselves, Tom quickly prodded them into silence and warned against any conspiracies.
"Okay," Tom announced, as he stood across the room from the captives and rested his hand on Chuck's shoulder. "Now I'll tell ya how it's going t' be. Chuck, pull off your breeches."
Chuck hesitated, but Tom took his gun from him and patiently waited while the husky man did as he was told.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, Chuck-baby, okay."
Zoe noted a peculiar resigned attitude in Tom's behavior, like a man going to an execution, she thought, then wondered why she thought it. He was not so much tense as he was just different. She decided that he looked overly relaxed, ready to accept his fate. That began to bother her, for she was certain he was up to something-something unexpected.
Tom handed the guns casually to Chuck, and used one hand to rip his belt and trousers buttons open. Then, as he slid them down his legs, he half smiled.
Zoe was becoming more and more uneasy. "Something's wrong," she whispered to Ed.
"What do you suppose?"
"Okay, cut th' whisperin'." Even Tom's orders seemed to lack the old luster. "Now I'll tell ya what, you and you," he pointed to Dot and Zoe, "you're gonna work on Chuck and get him all fuckin' hot and ready t' shoot his load. And you and you," he pointed to the McAn girls, "you'll do th' same t' me. All you broads'll treat us like we was a couple'a kings. Understand? And that means you'll lick us everywhere and kiss us all over. Okay, Chuck-baby? You'll like that, won't ya?"
"Yeah, sure, Tommy, sure."
"And just for a little variety t' spice up th' show, all you guys are gonna feel each other up, suck a few cocks and punk a few asses, just t' get us all excited. That'll really turn ya on, won't it, Chuck-baby?"
So that was his game! Zoe watched the byplay between the two convicts. The whole reason for this particular sex display was to humiliate Chuck because of what had happened between him and her. She had heard that in prison men killed over their possessiveness of other men. Was Tom really that possessive of Chuck? Neither man looked the type, but they had obviously been perverted by the penal system. She reached for Ed's hand, worked her fingers in between his and squeezed with all her might. She had a premonition, and it frightened her. Ed sensed it, and somehow realized that the only way they could avert tragedy would be to get those guns. But what was going to happen?
"And what am I supposed to do while all this degenerate activity is going on?" Rose Smith asked, feeling left out and secretly anxious to participate.
"Baby, you've drawn th' lucky number," Tom said, and patted Chuck's shoulder before he moved toward Rose. "You get t' watch th' preliminaries-and then when ever'one's so fuckin' hot they can't see straight, you'll get t' suck Chuck while I fuck ya- Ain't that a treat? Huh?" He pinched her tit to get a response.
"Ab-so-lute-ly disgusting!" Rose had a haughty air.
Tom laughed loudly and swatted her across the butt. "You'll love it, toots, and ya know it!"
"Why, you cold-blooded barbarian!" Fred charged as he stepped toward Tom. "You wouldn't know how to treat a lady, even if your mother had been one."
"Okay, Mac, that did it!" Tom thrust his gun into Fred's face.
"Don't! For God's sake, don't!" Rose shrieked.
Tom turned coolly and stared at the tormented woman. "Look, cunt, I'm runnin' this show, not you. Understand? I'm sick and tired of this blabber-mouth buttin' in. So we'll just see what else he can do with that mouth of his. You!" He pointed to Roy McAn. "Stand over here. Okay. Now you," he jabbed the gun at Fred's ribs, "get down on your motherfuckin' knees in front'a this guy, cause you're gonna suck th' hell out'a his cock."
"I will not!" Fred stood in defiance.
Tom glared intently into Fred's eyes. Then, without warning, he jerked his hand into the air and landed the gun butt against the man's temple. Fred screamed out in agonizing pain and held his hands to his head as a trickle of blood began to flow through his fingers. "Now, get on your piss-ass bastard knees before I kill you!"
Rose immediately went to her husband's rescue, but Tom pushed her aside, propelling her across the room, where she was caught by Dot Weir and Babs McAn. They attempted to comfort her. Rose buried her head on Babs' shoulder and stifled sobs. She could not watch.
Fred was staggering from the shock of the blow to his head, and it took little effort for Tom to force him to his knees. Then, holding the gun in his left hand, Tom grabbed a fistful of Fred's hair, twisted it between his fingers and yanked his head back. "All right, bastard, open your cocksuckin' mouth! Open, goddamn it, or I'll tear your hair out by the roots!" He put his gun into Roy's ribs. "Step closer and put your cock in his mouth."
"What if he bites?" Roy was apprehensive.
"It'll be th' very last bite he takes in this life," Tom was savagely cold, his words intimidating beyond a doubt.
Roy's cock-head barely touched Fred's lower lip. It was only partially erect, but the feel of a mouth against his penis, encouraging its stiffness.
Pulling on Fred's hair until it seemed he was about to unroot it, Tom yelled, "Ya gonna suck that goddamn pecker or ain't ya? Huh? Huh?"
"Y-Yes."
"Then take it in your mouth!"
The penis had no more than entered Fred's lips than he began to gag.
"Do that once more and I'll pistol-whip ya t' death!"
It took much effort and concentration to keep from vomiting on the spot, but Fred somehow managed to go through with the prescribed ordeal, hating every moment of it, but doing it as if fighting for his very life.
In a few moments, Tom had all the men performing unnatural acts on each other, so alien to them basically, that they had great difficulty executing them. Tom kept looking to Chuck for approval as the acts became more and more outrageous.
Once he had that activity fairly much underway, so that the wives, seeing their husbands doing those things, had peculiar reactions, Tom decided it was time for the main attraction to begin. He positioned Chuck about five feet from where he was, so that they were facing each and and had a full view of what the men were doing. They laid propped up with large pillows. Each held his gun in one hand.
"Whatever ya do," Tom warned Chuck, "don't take your eyes off these bastards for one second-not even why ya get ready t' shoot your load-cause they're liable t' try and fuck us up. And use your goddamn gun if ya have to. Understand?"
"Yeah, Tommy, I understand."
"Crazy!" Tom waved the gun in the air as if directing traffic with it. "Okay, you broads that I assigned a few minutes ago, come and do your thing. And you-you with the lucky number," he was pointing at Rose, "get over here where I can see ya real good."
Rose hesitantly crossed near to where the action was. However, she forced herself not to watch what the men were doing. Zoe patted her on the shoulder as she moved to Chuck and got on her knees to one side of him. Dot got on the other side.
"What's wrong with Tommy?" Zoe whispered a question to Chuck as she put her face to his ear and began licking into it.
Chuck rolled his head back so that she could lick down his throat. At the same time, Dot began caressing his belly and lowered her lips to his chest to lap around in little circles. "He gets like this sometimes-all upset," he whispered practically into Zoe's ear. "It's best t' do what he says-cause he get's real upset and wants t' do bad things."
"Worse than this?"
"Oh, yeah, much worse."
The McAn girls had got beside Tom and had begun fondling around his body. Babs, especially, was fascinated with his cock. He cocked his head and listened. "Okay, what th' fuck's th' talkin' about?"
"Nothin', Tommy, honest. She was just whisperin' sweet nothing's about how sexy she thinks I am."
"Oh, yeah? Well, no goddamn whisperin'!" Tom-barked. "Ya ain't sexy, Chuck-baby! You're an overgrown tub'a lard, and any broad-ass cunt that says you're sexy is a goddamn liar!"
"He's jealous, Chuck," Zoe whispered, "don't listen to him."
Chuck's hurt expression changed to a half smile. "Yeah, Tommy, I guess you're right, okay. Ya always are."
"Damn right I am!" Tom laughed psychotically. "Now shut up and let them broads get ya all hot and bothered. Suck on his belly, cunts; and one'a ya get down and suck on his toes and things like that. Make his fuckin' dick get so bitchin' hard-like it's never been before-hard! Hard!"
Babs had licked a straight line down from his right nipple to the inside of his groin. Tom's cock was only slightly firm. She decided she was going to do something about that. Tonguing into the crease between his crotch and his thigh, she slowly penetrated toward his cock.
Both Chuck and Tom had lounged back passively, their hands resting on the floor as the girls tongued and fingered their bodies. Chuck wanted to close his eyes to let his erotic imaginings transport him into a world of conjured fantasy, but he knew he must not let any of those present out of his sight for one minute-including Tom. He watched the men in their perverted demonstration, which helped to arouse him. Then he looked to Tom being serviced by the McAn girls. Their eyes met. Tom waved his gun just above the floor as if to acknowledge the fun they were having.
Chuck used his free hand to fondle Zoe's tit as she licked her way over his chest, around his nipples and down his bulgy soft belly to tongue into his navel. As she moved from that belly indentation, she used her tongue broadly to mop a circle around the button, ever widening until she licked into pubic hair. At the same time, Dot had begun at his toes, sucking each one into her mouth as if it was a small cock. Then she moved over first one foot and then the other, inching her way up his hairy legs.
The McAn girls were tonguing Tom's body in a similar way. Both men, by then, had firm erections. Tom's had risen and flopped upward onto his belly, where Babs traced her fingers around it, circling her index finger about the head to smear the clear lubricating fluid over it.
Dot had lapped her way up Chuck's thighs until she came to his scrotum. She lipped first one ball and then the other. Widening her mouth, she sucked both testicles in, swishing her tongue around the shape of them. Chuck was writhing with erotic splendor, jolting and turning in several directions. Now it was even more difficult to keep from closing his eyes. He concentrated on watching the men performing fellatio and sodomy, and by then, several of them seemed carried away and enthusiastic about the sport in which they were indulging.
Tom's approach was purely clinical, even while the girls were stimulating his every nerve end. Periodically he would stare at Chuck with unrelenting tension. Then one of the McAn girls would hit an extremely sensitive spot on his body and he would cringe with tingling reaction. But his attention kept returning to Chuck, his eyes widening in a near hypnotic gaze as if daring Chuck to enjoy what was happening-or defying him to do so. Chuck avoided Tom's eyes as often as possible, but there was no doubt that he was aware of the threat.
Now, as Dot chewed on his testicles like a squirrel with a passion for nuts, Zoe licked around the head of Chuck's cock, outlining the mushroom shape of it as though it were a tasty morsel which she was savoring. Chuck threw his head back as circles of delightful pain rippled through him. Tom cleared his throat, Chuck brought his head forward, half smiled, and waved his gun to show that he was remembering. Tom winked, then looked down contemptuously at the girls servicing his body.
Fred Smith, who had been in a humiliating position on his hands and knees, being fucked in the ass by Rob McAn while Roy was under him sucking his cock, was vainly attempting to perform fellatio on Steve Weir, who was lying in front of him. Suddenly, without realizing what precisely had caused it, Fred's vocal chords vibrated on Steve's penis, advising that he was about to shoot his load. That triggered Steve, and the two men erupted at once. Watching the men writhe spastically in climax, excited Tom, and his attention was held on them until Fred fell forward, panting and sobbing on the floor, Rob still pumping away at him.
Both Babs and Bet had been tonguing up the sides of Tom's cock, each nibbling on the knob-head as if attempting to see who would be first to get full control of it. Their fingers clawed and scratched into his flesh, and even he was having difficulty remembering the gun in his hand.
Chuck, too, was in ecstasy. Zoe was going down on his cock, while Dot was first sucking on his balls, then washing her tongue further beneath them so that the tip of it was flicking at his asshole, then back up to his balls. "Is it okay if I come, Tommy?"
"No, goddamn it, hold back!" With that he practically knocked the McAn girls from his cock and bolted upright into a position on his knees. "Okay, you!" He pointed at Rose, snapped his fingers and motioned for her to lie down before him. "Get your ass down here and spread your pussy."
Rose tried not to appear too eager as she got onto her back, scooted down toward Tom and hoisted her legs to the sides. Tom crawled to her, letting his wet cock momentarily rest in her crotch as he directed the McAn girls to start eating out each other's pussies. The girls were so hot anyway, by then, that it took no more than a simple command for them to fall into wild cunt-lapping action.
Tom perched his cock-head in the opening of Rose's vagina, stretching the lips so that they just barely surrounded it. "You!" He motioned to Dot, "get on your back just above this cunt, so that Chuck can eat out your snatch while he's fucking this same broad in the mouth!"
Chuck hesitated, his eyes meeting Tom's briefly and accepting the threat he saw in them. Then, with effort, he straddled Rose's breast, gouging his cock up from between her tits and into her waiting mouth. As Chuck's cock eased in between Rose's lips, Tom penetrated his penis into her cunt as far as it would go.
"Lean forward, Chuck, and eat out that cunt's snatch!"
Chuck leaned over to tongue his way into Dot's pussy, using one hand to spread the cunt-lips and massage the clitoris; while he did his best to hold onto the gun with his other hand, Tom put his hands on Chuck's hips. The fingers of one hand scratched into the round flesh of Chuck's ass, while the other hand clutched the gun. His attention moved from Chuck's thrusting hips and gaping asshole, to an almost paranoiac obsession with the gun in his other hand. If he did not have it, he could hold his buddy's rear end and fully caress it-like in prison.
Tom's eyes shot from the performance before him, as he now, too, had begun a pumping action with his hips. His glance swept around the room, to Babs and Bet sixty-nining, to Zoe crouching beside them, uncertain as to what was expected of her. Then he looked to the men on the other side of them. His cock was sliding in and out of Dot's cunt automatically, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His eyes focused on a large, old, fourteen-day clock, its pendulum ticking out the seconds of destiny. He set his fucking thrusts to the beat of the clock. A faint smile crossed his lips. Zoe observed. She, too, looked to the clock. What was he timing? How long it would take him to come? Or-as a sudden thought hit her-was he waiting for a kind of time bomb to go off? Was something set to happen at a designated moment?
Dot Weir had thrown her legs over Chuck's shoulders. He gripped one hand to the cheek of her ass, and, as he continued the methodic thrusting of his cock into Rose's mouth, he found it a little awkward to fully eat into Dot's cunt. He relaxed his hold on the gun in his hand, and set it on the floor so that he could use both hands to clutch the cheeks of Dot's butt, and raise it off the floor so that he could straighten his back. Dot slid toward him on her shoulders while he hoisted her as he got upright.
Fred Smith, now, beginning to control his frantic panting after his moment of climax, although Rob was still pumping at his ass, observed Chuck's maneuver. His initial fear was that he might in some way hurt Rose. But seeing that she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself under the circumstance, he merely wondered at what was happening. Then his attention focused on Chuck's gun lying on the floor, not too far from Rose's head. Fred was about three feet from it. Now, while Rob was still going to town on top of him, Fred used the thrusting action to propel himself and Rob toward the gun. It was an inch by inch process.
As Chuck got in more of an upright position and smacked his lips and tongue about Dot's cunt with an absolute passion, Tom's hands fell from his friend's backside. He wrapped one hand around the front of his buddy's body as if to hold him in place. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, Tom raised his hand with the gun until the barrel pointed at the base of Chuck's skull.
Chuck raised his mouth from Dot's snatch and threw his head back, barely missing the gun aimed at him. "Aagh! Aaagghh! I'm gonna come-I'm gonna come!!!" He put his mouth back into Dot's crotch as he thrust even harder with violent jerking into Rose's mouth.
"Me, too!" Tom yelled. "I'm comin' with ya, baby- - Chuck-baby-like we always did-just you and me!" He had the gun at the base of Chuck's skull again. "Shoot, Chuck-baby! Let me know when ya shoot your load. Okay! I'll shoot with you! Okay?"
Chucks's body was vibrating with explosive energy, as if every nerve cell in it had opened up and from them poured the electricity that plunged through him to spurt out the end of his cock. As he jabbed his fingers at Dot's clitoris, the husky man threw his head back. "Aagh! Aagghh!! Here it comes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!!!!!!"
Zoe saw Tom's fingers tighten. With the spring of a panther onto a prey, she lunged to her feet throwing her full weight against his arm. The gun exploded, but it was off its mark.
At the same moment, Fred Smith, who had been observing, mustered all his strength to jerk his body upward, bucking Rob McAn from his position at his ass. Fred, too, jolted forward, scampering to retrieve Chuck's gun.
Zoe scuffled with Tom, clawing her nails into his wrist, and when that did not completely do the trick, she connected her teeth to his forearm. As he grappled to free himself from the sharp pain of her bite, and at the same time a little dazed, since he propelled his load of come into Rose's twat at the same time that Chuck shot his, the gun was dislodged from his grip and went sailing across the floor. Ed Jones was quick to scramble toward it.
Now Fred, panting with fury, and Ed, breathlessly holding the other gun, both aimed at the felons. Tom shook himself free from Zoe and scratched his hands piercingly into Chuck's back as if attempting to tear out his flesh by the handfuls.
"Pull th' goddamn trigger, ya bastards! Blow our fuckin' brains out!" Tom screamed, and his screaming was drowned out by the horrifying screams of Chuck.
But above the screaming came an urgent pounding at the door. All eyes, including Chuck's (in spite of the extreme pain he was experiencing from Tom's gouging into his back) turned as the door was kicked open.
"Tommy- " Chuck managed to say, temporarily unaware of the horrendous pain, "it's th' cops!"
"Yeah-I know, baby." Tom groped his fingers from their intense hold on Chuck's back, up to his back, pulling them head to head. "I know-I know-I called them! I told 'em we were here! But they were supposed to take us back-take us back- dead! We lucked out, Chuck-baby-we lucked out!" Tom's head fell to the center of Chuck's back, between his shoulders as great sobs filled him, his teeth cutting into Chuck's skin. Chuck threw his head back as Dot's body slid down his chest and she rolled onto the floor.
Zoe stood over the two convicts, first eyeing the three mystified police officers, none of whom had ever seen a room full of so many naked bodies of mixed gender. Then she slowly raised her hand and stroked Chuck's tousled head, and raised the other hand to Tom's. Neither man seemed to feel her, but she felt compassion.
Chapter 12
"Denver?" Rose Smith asked as she lay naked in bed beside her husband. It had snowed during the night. From the second floor of E-Z Mount lodge, they had a Christmas card picture of the snow-ladened pines. Fred had risen earlier and lighted a fire in the pot-bellied stove-perhaps too much of a fire, which was the reason they had kicked off the covers. Rose repeated, "Denver? Why do you want to go to Denver?"
"I thought that's where you wanted to go-to see about the divorce." Fred was also nude. It had been the first night of their entire lives that they had slept together all night long, both completely bare.
Rose rolled over onto her side, put her hand to his chin and leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips. As she did, Fred raised his hand to cup her breast. She pulled her mouth away. "I don't really want to go to Denver," she said, tracing her forefinger down from his chin, over his chest and navel until it outlined the shape of his penis, "unless you really want to."
"It was your idea in the first place."
"Sorry about that, Fred." Her mouth was directly above his. As she clamped her lips to his lips, she clamped her fingers around the fullness of his cock. It throbbed and hardened at her insistent touch. He turned toward her so that his other hand could explore down into her crotch. Her mouth opened over his and she sucked his tongue in as if it were his cock.
The two sets of McAn twins had got up early on that second morning after Tom and Chuck had been apprehended. Since Rob's and Roy's main interest in coming to E-Z Mount in the first place was to see their old friend, Andy Kerr, they convinced their wives that they should journey on to Idaho to look him up. Besides, they had discovered there was good skiing snow where he was- and, after all, they could not stay in bed all the time.
The McAns bade the Joneses and Steve and Dot Weir a fond good-bye and took off. The four, Ed, Zoe, Steve and Dot stood with their arms around each other, like a chorus line, waving good-bye. Then they went back into the lodge where Ed had a blazing fire roaring in the fireplace.
Later that afternoon the Smiths checked out. They were returning to Pueblo and their children.
"Well, I'm certainly happy to see that you folks changed your minds," Zoe gushed, her old social worker attitude returning to the front. "I mean, my goodness, you seem so appropriately made for each other-and all."
"If it hadn't been for the Joneses," Fred admitted, as he held his arm protectively around his wife, "we probably would be discussing alimony at this very minute with some long-nosed judge."
"What did we do?" Zoe appeared shocked that they were being blamed for the turn of events.
"If you had not shown us that our marriage only needed variety in its sexual aspects," Rose inserted, "well, perhaps we would have completely forgotten how much in love we are."
"Oh, I'm so happy," Zoe gushed. "And so is Ed, aren't you, honey?"
"Oh, yes-yes."
"Well, then," Zoe said a while later, as the snow was falling and it was getting near night, "here we are in this great big old empty lodge-just the two of us. Why don't we invite Steve and Dot in for supper and a game-"
"A game?"
"Well, of Canasta-or Bridge-Hearts?" Pause. "Ed, why are you looking at me that way?"
"You think I can't tell after all this time when you have a twitchy twat?" Ed laughed good-naturedly and reached his hand forward to pinch his wife's tits.
"Why, what a thing to say!" Zoe feigned indignation. "Here I'm trying to be hospitable and neighborly-and, Ed Jones, you have the utter audacity to suggest that I'm only being-well, horny! The very idea!"
"Seems like a very good idea to me."
"It does?" Zoe giggled. "Well, now that you mentioned it-"
"But, dear heart-you were the one that mentioned it." Ed cupped her breasts and moved his hands around to stimulate that sensitive part of his wife's anatomy.
"I did? I did?" Zoe looked down at his hands fondling her. "Well-hmmm-come to think of it, maybe I did. Well, then, you may be right about the condition of my-I wish you wouldn't use the word twat, it sounds so coarse-pussy is more genteel. What was I saying? Oh, yes, you may be right about my twat twitching-I mean my-" They both broke into hysterical laughter.
Zoe outdid herself preparing a gourmet dinner. She could not cook that way for all their guests, but Dot and Steve were becoming "family". She even had candles on the table, along with the best silver and china.
The subject at dinner was the convicts. Now with a little time between themselves and the incident, they were able to discuss the situation with more detachment than they had the day before.
"Oh, I'm certain," Zoe said, waving her fork over her dessert, "that Tommy wouldn't have killed Chuck."
"Why do you say that?" Dot seemed interested.
"Well, you, of course, were not in a position to see, as I was." Zoe did not mean to make Dot feel uncomfortable. "Nor, with a tongue being-well, wherever it was and whatever it was doing-you were hardly in the frame of mind to be concerned with what was happening at that moment between Tommy and Chuck."
"What're you getting at, Zoe?" Ed usually was very patient, but he was curious as the others to hear his wife's theories.
"Well, simply; Tommy knew I was watching him-knew I wasn't occupied at somebody's crotch-he looked directly at me, almost daring me to knock the gun from his hand. He wanted me to." Zoe took another bite, then spoke with muffled words. "Certainly he called the police, and his initial intention may have been that he wanted them to find both Chuck and him dead-but he just couldn't go through with it."
"Why?"
"I don't really know," Zoe admitted, wide-eyed. "I've never really been about to understand that possessive type of thing that happens between two people-especially between two men-but I would say that death might have been more pleasant to look forward to, rather than going back to prison and God knows what punishment for having run away. I'll have to give that some more thought."
"I think you've given it quite enough, sweetheart." Ed kissed the back of her hand.
After coffee they were sitting in the living room of the Jones's private apartment. Steve was stretched out with his arms behind him, his ankles crossed and toes pointed. He looked terribly uncomfortable dressed up. In fact, Zoe thought, but did not say it, he looked uncomfortable just wearing clothes at all. There was a lull in the conversation.
"That was a great dinner, Zoe," Steve commented, and scratched his hand down his shirt front, pushing his jacket aside. "The only thing I can think of now, that would top it off just great, would be a good blow-job."
"Steve!" Dot pretended shock.
"Well, it would." Steve said, with a side look to his wife.
"Say, there's an idea," Zoe chimed in. "Ed?"
"Well, whatever you want to do, dear."
"Now you needn't sound so passive. I've been reading your mind for the last fifteen minutes, and it's had nothing but sex on it." Zoe laughed. "Or maybe it was just my mind hoping that that's what your mind was thinking."
Steve Weir had altered his position on the sofa, his legs still stretched out in front of him, now spread apart, but he had removed his clothing. Dot was slouched on the couch beside him in a similar position, her legs stretched out and spread. The young couple, however, had their mouths locked together in kissing as their hands stroked each other's bodies.
Zoe was on her knees between Steve's legs, his cock plunging up and down in her mouth. Ed was between Dot's legs, on his knees, licking his tongue into her snatch. Both Steve and Dot lurched their crotches upward as the frantic mouthing triggered them into fitful climaxes, flopping and reeling with the spasms of release.
Then, as the young couple fell into each other's arms, their bodies tightly pressed together as they reclined on the couch, Zoe straddled atop Ed's body, her hips above his face, her mouth aimed at his cock. As he pulled her pelvis down so that he could lick into her snatch, Zoe caught the neck of his cock with her hand, and lowered her mouth onto it.
