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.

"Okay, pump, you bastards, pump!" Tom ordered.

"Pump, pump, pump!" Chuck echoed. "Fuck th' hell out'a everybody! Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Hey, that's good, ain't it, Tommy?"

"Yeah, just dandy!"

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.