“That's it, Tim… Oohhhh, I'm coming!” Bill started to direct the boy and then felt his balls tighten and his cock swell more. Then the cum started to splash out of his tube into Mara's hot mouth and he grunted and thrust and fucked her in the mouth and throat, until every dribble of his cream was sucked from his cock. “Ummmmm,” murmured the woman, as she felt the hot cum spurt down her throat. She began to come then, her loins turning and twisting as she fingered her clit and, with the little woman-cock thrumming, blasted off into her own orbit of joy and pleasure. Tim had his entire cock in Ruby's asshole now, and was sawing back and forth. She was gasping and groaning as she reached under and fingered her cunt, and Tim reached forward and palmed her tits, thumbing the nipples and squeezing her jugs as though he were milking them. His hips never missed a beat and his huge balls swung in and swatted her asscheeks each time he hunched his club into her hole. He felt his crisis roiling within him, building and gathering, and his cockhead quivering, in anticipation of blasting his cream deep in the black depth of her guts. He gasped and sighed as he reached the peak of his endurance and then, as he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell even more, he thrust it deeply into her and held it there, his hands pulling her tightly back against his belly. “Come in me, Tim,” Ruby screamed. “Ahlmhhhhooooo, I'm coming,” she yelled and thrust back as hard as she could. His balls were mashed against her ass and his cock buried to the hilt when she felt him rise up on his toes and draw in a deep shuddering breath. And then he slopped his first hard spurt of cream deep inside her ass. She felt its hot spurt and moaned, coming again, bucking her asscheeks hard and fast back against his solid young belly. That made him shudder again and his cum splashed out in another huge glob. On and on it went, until she felt that he was filling her colon full of his fuck-juice. But finally it ceased and he sighed and eased down upon his feet and slowly drew his slime-covered cock from her widely stretched asshole. She fell toward upon her face, sighing and moaning, twisting in a final series of small crises. “That boy is something else,” she breathed, walling one eye upward at Bill who had released the trigger on the hand-held camera and was engaged in allowing Mara to siphon the last hot juice from his cock. She licked it as he held it completely skinned back, licking it until every drop of his cum and her spit was gone. Her action had made him half-hard again and she sat on the floor before him, slowly jerking him off.
“You two surely gave me some pictures.” Bill yawned. He stretched and eased down upon the floor beside Mara. “Do you want to fuck now?”
She shook her head. “No. I want Timmy to screw me. I tell you what.” She eyed him thoughtfully. “Tim will fuck me dog-fashioned, and the rest of us will form a daisy chain. Do you want to do that?”
“I'm too pooped to pop right now,” Ruby whimpered. “That boy is fucking me to death.” Tim grimaced and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. But Mara knew he was thinking of fucking her, and his cock was half rampant, and he was slowly playing himself into a full hard-on. “We'll rest a half-hour and then go at it again,”
Bill said. Jerry, the garage owner, met his friend Martin Orwell, the State Trooper, at the corner of Main Street and Third, about four blocks from the motel where Bill had taken the woman and her son. He had watched the cottage where the four had gone and no one had emerged. The police vehicle drifted to the curb and paused.
Jerry opened the door and slid into the front seat beside his friend.
“Hi, Marty.” “Hey, Jerry. You got something cooking over here?” “Don't know for sure, Marty. Pull her around the corner from Ben Turkin's cottages there. See that middle cabin. Well, that fellow and his woman, I told you about, went in there with the Fletcher woman and her kid. Mrs. Fletcher lives on the island out there. Owns it, inherited it from her man when he was killed in some war someplace in Africa, so I heard.” Marty grunted and peered at the cabin. “Seems peaceful enough. What makes you think there's something wrong?” Jerry scratched his chin and rubbed his cock and pursed his mouth. “Well, I got a look square at Mara-that's Mrs.
Fletcher-when they walked past my place. And she looked all scared.
Tim, he was walking like a zombie. So I figured you might want to check it out, them other two being strangers and all.” Marty had noticed the back end of a station wagon sticking out of the narrow drive beside the cabin. Slipping a small pair of binoculars out of a case on the dash, he peered at the license plate. Taking his mike from the two-way radio in his sedan, he murmured the number and asked for an instant check and hung the mike up. He sat and watched the cabin and said little, until the radio beeped. He answered. “Yeah… ahuh. It is, huh? Okay. Thanks, doll, I owe you a cuppa coffee.” He signed off the air then and turning, grinned at Jerry. “Well, old buddy, you hit a hot one that time. The car is stolen and the man apparently driving it is an escaped convict from Illinois. William Trooper. The woman is just someone he must have picked up along the way.” The trooper eyed the building thoughtfully, then nodded to Jerry. “Now, you can come along, or stay here, whichever you wish.”
“What are you going to do?” “I'm going to slip around to the side and then back, wherever there's another door, and there surely is one. I'll bust in the door and take them prisoner. The man may put up a fight, so maybe you'd better stay here.” Marty called in that he was off the air for a few minutes and that he was investigating the possibility of a criminal in a motel cabin in the town. He would call back later. “Over and out.” He crawled from the car and, taking his riot gun, unbuttoned his holster containing the magnum. 357 and started around the building, skirting the motel area, so he could come up behind the building. “I'll go with you.” Jerry hurried after him. “Just stay out of the way, if the thing goes to a fight,”
Marty cautioned. Jerry followed carefully at his heels, his face a little pale as he thought of what he might be letting himself in for.
There was a small window, and a door on the back of the cottage.
“We are in luck,” breathed Marty. He eased up to the window and slowly rose to peer inside. His eyes widened and he motioned for Jerry to come up. “Take a peek,” he breathed. Jerry slowly peered into the room. His eyes widened and he slid down beside Marty. “I never saw anything like that,” he whispered. “Neither did I,” Marty whispered back. He slipped to the door and tried the knob. It was locked. He backed off. “You stay back,” he whispered and then, crouching, he hurled himself against the flimsy wood, and the door crashed inward, his body propelled into the room. The daisy chain was just started. Mara was on her hands and knees, her full tits swinging, the nipples erect and trembling with excitement.
She spread her thighs fully and Tim was behind her, and guided his cock deeply into her cunt from that position. His huge balls swung forward and slapped her in the ass as he began hunching, holding her at the hipbones and pulling her asscheeks back against him. Bill was spread out upon the floor, his large cock rampant and halfway in Mara's mouth. She grunted and fucked backwards into Tim's belly, at the same time lowering her mouth upon Bill's cock, sucking and lapping as she did so. He grunted and hunched into her mouth and she siphoned hard upon it, wrapping her tongue about the head of his cock, making the sides of her cheeks hollow, she sucked so hard. To complete the chain, Ruby knelt on her knees, her back to Mara, positioning her dewy cunt right over Bill's mouth. His large tongue, experienced at what it was called upon to do, was lapping her clit, making her groan and murmur in her joy, and she fucked his tongue gently, making tiny motions with her full hips. One of her hands was upon his head for balance, and to hold his mouth to her cunt, and the other one played with her own tits, making the excitement complete. Lust sang in the room. The only sounds were the liquid sounds of sucking, licking, and the moaning of pleasure. There was a motion of bodies, Tim's hunching, Mara's head bobbing up and down the thick shaft of the prick that filled her mouth, Bill fucking into her mouth, and Ruby giving Bill's tongue a tiny fuck motion as he lapped at her clit and her cunt. “Uuummm, good,” Bill moaned as Mara took all of his cock in her mouth and throat. “I envy… her… that gorgeous cock… she's getting rammed… into her juicy… cunt…” panted Ruby.