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.