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.