The Escape

a Comedy by Varangian

Summer, 2006

Although in a hurry, James Harley drove out of town on the interstate at legal speed.  He had recently murdered a man and his elaborate plan of deception had fallen to pieces.  The cops were on to him and the woman sitting alongside him who was the dead man’s wife.  The twelve year old girl in the back seat was the dead man’s step-daughter.

“How did I get into this?” Harley groused, not for the first time.

“We’ll start over, Jim,” Karen Sibley said.  “It’s not like you’re a regular person with no outs.  You have smarts and contacts.”

The girl in the back seat, Ginnie, did not listen to them.  She was masturbating and close to climax.  Soon she squeaked.

“Christ, Ginnie!  Not again!” her mother exclaimed without turning to look.

“I’m having awful itches, Mom,” the girl said.  “I can’t help it.”

Ginnie was the principal cause of the two adults’ grave problem.  Her dead step-father, who had begun featuring her in kiddie-porn videos at age eight, had sought to sell her affections to high rollers the month before.  Karen had willingly served as photographer while the step-father molested the girl on camera, even when he fucked her at age ten.  But pimping the kid to strangers outraged Karen, who inveigled her new lover, Harley, to shoot the man and steal his considerable stash.  Now they were on the run.

The three of them had new IDs and a suitcase full of cash.  Harley also possessed an offshore account filled with dollars he had earned by laundering money for medium fry hoods.

“Let’s go to California, Jim,” Karen said, touching his thigh.  “Chicago is too close, and I’ve always wanted to see the country.”

“I have to stop in Chicago on business,” the man grumbled.

“Of course, darling.”  Karen submitted with a sigh but placed her hand on his groin, where the enormous cock promised to cheer her up.

* * *

“Would you please do something with Ginnie,” Karen asked Harley in a motel room on the outskirts of Lincoln.  “She’s driving me batty, frigging herself non-stop.”

“She’s just a skinny kid,” the man protested.  “I doubt I could get it up for her.”

Indeed Ginnie was skinny.  Her ribs showed and her tits were mere bumps.  The pin hairs on her pussy could be seen only in close-ups.  Of course she was on the pill.  Some men are excited by such qualities in a young girl, but not Harley, who preferred  grown women and more abundant flesh.

Karen nagged until Harley relented.  He leaned over the girl, who lay naked on the bed.

“Suck me hard, little one,” he said, presenting his six flaccid inches to her mouth, “then I’ll give you a good fuck and you’ll sleep soundly.”

With lips stretched around the huge knob, Ginnie brought the cock to erection, which, despite the flaccid size, only grew to seven inches.  It was very fat, though.

Harley climbed atop and fitted his dong into the girl, who was lost beneath his bulk.  She grabbed his arms and pushed up at his thrusts, wanting to get the most pleasure from the experience.  She hadn’t fucked in over two weeks, not since Harley had shot her step-dad.  She had never really liked the man.  He had been an abusive drunk.  But he had sported a reliable hard-on.

Before long Ginnie cried out like a pro faking orgasm.  Harley caused her to convulse twice more before dismounting.

“Now,” he said to the watching Karen, “let’s do some serious fucking.”

* * *

Passing into Colorado the next morning before dawn, Harley became annoyed by the noise of Ginnie’s buzzing dildo.

“Christ!” he yelled.  “Just turn that thing off!”

This outburst gave him a couple of hours of quiet, except for occasional squeaks, as they approached the Rockies.

Karen broke the silence.  “The sign says there’s a truck stop ahead, Jim."

“Let’s have another breakfast.”

Harley pulled in, passing an impressive line of rigs, then parked with the ordinary vehicles.  He stretched upon exiting the car.  They had been on the go since five in the morning.  Karen got out and breathed deeply of sweet air from hay fields.  Ginnie’s skinny legs propelled her to the restaurant where she desperately needed the toilet.

“Hey mister, do you have any spare change?”

The voice came from behind Harley, who turned, ready to berate a beggar.  He confronted a kid of about sixteen, whose otherwise pleasant face was marred by a number of zits.

“You’re on the loose?” Harley asked, thinking ahead.  “You’re a runaway?”

“I’m hungry,” the kid said.  “Can you help me out?”

“Sure,” Harley said, grinning, “if you help me in return.”

“I don’t do anal,” the boy responded, causing Karen to cover her mouth and stifle a laugh.  She could not imagine tough James Harley having sex with a guy, much less a young boy.

“You’re right about it having to do with sex, son,” Harley said, touching the boy’s chest with a finger, “but not with me.  I have a young girl who needs to come off about every twelve minutes.  Are you up to it?”

“A girl?”

The boy was astounded.  He was a virgin in that regard.

“Yeah, a skinny one who can’t get enough.”

“Sure,” the boy said, “but can we eat first?”

Ginnie found them at a booth.

“Who’s he?” she asked, nodding at the stranger.

“Your new lover, kiddo,” Harley said.  “He’ll keep you quiet in exchange for room, board and pocket change.”

“I’m Sam,” the boy said to Ginnie, his eyes focused on the small bumps of her T-shirt.

“Hi, Sam,” she responded, sliding into the booth to sit beside him.

The two kids were soon playing touchy-feely beneath the table as the adults opposite consumed their hash and eggs, assuming that a problem had been resolved.

Harley was amazed at the boy’s endurance as they passed into Wyoming.  The kid had been fucking Ginnie in the back seat constantly for almost an hour.

“This is noisier than the dildo,” he complained to Karen, whose head was turned to observe the action.

“I think they’re cute together, Jim.”

“Together?”

“Yeah, Sam’s about five inches into her.”

“I have to stop soon, Karen.  I’m getting woozy.  Let’s rent two rooms so we can have a night of peace and quiet.”

“Sure, Jim,” she said.  “You need a good night’s sleep.”

* * *

Some time later, Karen left her motel room where Harley snored and stepped to another nearby.  Sam let her in after a quiet knock.  The kids were naked.  Sam returned to the bed, where Ginnie lay face up with legs wide apart.  Karen sat beside them and enfolded the boy’s moist cock.

“How do you manage to stay hard?” she asked.  “You’ve been fucking all day.”

“I donno.  I just last.  I’ve only come twice today.”

“Amazing!” Karen exclaimed.

Harley usually brought her off before coming himself, but she suspected herself of a greater potential than just her usual modest orgasms.  She once had a guy who could last, when she was thirteen.  He fucked her for forty five minutes non-stop, sending her to the moon then keeping her there.  She had almost passed out.  That was when she got knocked up with Ginnie.

“Want to fuck a grown-up?” she asked the boy, squeezing his hard cock gently.

“Yeah, sure!” he answered, feeling one of Karen’s abundant tits.  “Ginnie’s kinda bony.”

The well-fleshed young woman got undressed then joined Sam on the other bed.  She played with his six inch cock, sucking it at times.  She hadn’t had a new cock in a couple of months.  This one would be her one hundred and twenty first, not counting the tricks she sometimes had turned to get spending money.  Her late husband had been a cheap-ass bastard.

“Has Ginnie taught you how to lick on a woman?” She asked.

Without answering, Sam frowned at the woman’s luxuriant bush then reluctantly fitted his head between her thighs.  With deft licks and sucking on the protuberant clit hood, he got her wet and excited.

“Get on top now,” she said, gasping.  “Last as long as you can.”

They began to fuck.  Ginnie, raised on an elbow, watched the action from the other bed.  Then she turned onto her side to sleep.  She had often seen cocks in her mom — in the mouth, in the ass and in the pussy, sometimes with more than one guy at the same time.

Thirty minutes later Sam and Karen were still at it.  The indefatigable boy was nowhere near coming, but she had been atop a plateau of ecstasy for most of the time, experiencing repeated spikes of indescribable pleasure.

After another fifteen minutes, Sam asked, “Can I come now?”

Karen, who had long since stopped thrusting back at the boy’s cock, could not answer.  She was barely conscious.  Sam let himself go without permission.

* * *

Harley had become annoyed with Sam, who now acted so smug and uppity.  Karen fawned on him, riding with her head turned to the back seat, chatting with the insufferable boy.

“Why don’t you get in back with him,” Harley grumbled.  “I suppose you fucked him last night.  Is that what all this is about?”

“Yeah, Jim, he’s something else!  His cock stays hard like forever.  You wouldn’t believe it!”

Harley grunted an obscenity that Karen could not make out.

They drove through the desert with the kids joined at the groin.  Ginnie was on Sam’s lap facing him.  They both had their shorts off, and his cock was in her pussy.  They had been sitting like that for quite a while after he had brought her off.

Harley stared ahead at the unbending highway, thinking about Ginnie.  Despite her present skinniness, he thought, she had potential.  She would grow up to resemble her mother, who was well filled out.  She only needed another twenty-five or thirty pounds.  Her tits would grow, soon becoming firm, small mounds.

Harley was not a guy to fantasize about jail bait, but this kid would grow up with him.  He’d start to fuck her regularly after she gained some heft.  He resolved to fatten her up, to help her along.

She had a pretty face.  Karen had told him that she wasn’t really a nympho, that she was just going through a strange phase, one that had happened to her when she was Ginnie’s age, a phase that some girls experience.  Karen had said it probably had to do with starting to fuck very young.  They had both begun it when they were ten.  Harley wondered what it had been like to fuck ten year old Ginnie.  She wouldn’t have been so gawky then.

But that boy! Harley thought.  He had to go.  He didn’t want the kid hanging around fucking his Ginnie.

Harley turned to Karen, who was dozing.  He nudged her awake.

“I’ve decided drop Sam off at Reno,” he said in a conspiratorial voice.  “I’ll give him some money, a stake.  Then he’s on his own.”

Karen knew better than to cross the man, who had a nasty temper.  But she was appalled at the prospect of losing that magic cock.

“Let him stay with us another night,” was all she said.

“Hah!  You want one last fuck, don’t you?  All right, you bunk with him and I’ll take Ginnie.”

“Ginnie?  Are you suddenly into kids?  You had a hard time getting it up the only time you fucked her and then you didn’t come.  What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve come to enjoy her, Karen.  Call it affection.  I’ve been thinking: how long will it take for us to fatten her up?”

“She should start developing pretty soon.  I was skinny when I turned twelve, and at thirteen I had a nice, sexy body, if I do say so myself.”

“I mean, how can we speed it up?  Are there special foods we can feed her?”

“There are ways, Jim.  We could have her looking much better in a couple of months.  You’ve really developed the hots for her, haven’t you?”

“I suppose.  It’s strange.  I’ve never been attracted to kids before, much less a skinny one.”

Karen giggled.  “You’ve fallen in love, Jim.”

“Don’t talk like that!”

“But it’s true.”

“Maybe.” 

* * *

In Reno they checked into a very nice motel that offered them two adjoining rooms on the second floor.  After depositing their luggage, they went out for supper.  Harley insisted that Ginnie eat two helpings plus a fattening desert.

Upon returning to the motel they stripped naked and lounged about for a while, the adults sipping vodka.  Ginnie sat on the floor between Harley’s outspread legs to play idly with the man’s fat cock.

“Do you like my cock, Ginnie?”

“Oh, yeah, Jim!  It made me feel all filled up.  Are we going to fuck again?”

“For certain, darling.  We’ll sleep together tonight and maybe fuck three times.  Come, sit on my lap.”

The girl, who was almost five feet tall, weighed just seventy pounds.  She was no burden to the large man.

“Do you want to be my special girl?” he asked, petting her cheek and the back of her neck.

She nodded and cuddled to his shoulder.  In his embrace she raised her face to his as they kissed.   They were oblivious to the other couple for long minutes.

“You got me hard, sweetheart.  Do you feel it?”

“Yeah.  It’s against my butt hole.  Are you going to poke me there?”

He laughed briefly.  “You’re too little.  But I’ll do it sometime, darling, when you’re bigger.”

“I’ve seen you do it to Mom.  She seemed to like it.”

“Your mother likes everything sexual, Ginnie.”

The girl then looked at the bed where Sam was atop Karen pumping away to match her upward thrusts.  The woman was uttering continuous sounds of great arousal.

Harley idly masturbated and finger fucked the girl on his lap, entranced by the boy’s athletic performance.  The fucking went on and on.

Bored, Ginnie got up.  “Let’s go to bed now, Jim.”

But Harley continued to observe.  Karen’s sounds became weaker.  Her body was now unmoving beneath the pounding boy.  Harley got up to look down at Karen’s dissipated face, at her slack, grimacing mouth and glassy eyes.

“Stop now!” he told the boy.  “You might give her a heart attack.”

“It’s coming!  I’m coming!” Sam exclaimed then pressed his body to the woman’s.

The boy had to go! Harley thought.  He couldn’t compete with the kid.

“Come on, Jim,” Ginnie called from the doorway to the other room.

Harley went to the room, climbed onto the bed and settled on his back.

“Sit on my face, darling.  I want to lick you to excitement.”

He grasped scrawny butt cheeks as he licked on her bare pussy.  She soon became aroused.  He sucked her clit hood with a thumb inserted into her cunt and a finger wriggling just inside her asshole.  She came off with a loud gasp, sitting fully on his face.

“Now’s the time, darling,” he said after pushing her off.  “We’ll do it with you on top.”

On her knees astride his body, Ginnie eased herself onto the fat dong until her butt rested on his thighs.

“Oh, that feels so good, darling.”

“Yeah, me too,” she agreed.  “I’m all filled up.”

“Rub yourself, darling, and use my cock however you want.  I’ll wait for my own pleasure.”

She did so, moving back and forth, up and down on the cock while masturbating.

He gazed up at her smiling, still childish face, a face one could imagine as totally innocent if seen in a mall or with other kids.  He played with her nubbins, which, he hoped, would soon fill out if only slightly.  He would watch them grow to maturity.

Ginnie was conscious of being fully in control for the first time in her sexual life, and with a wonderful man.  She played with orgasm, letting it approach then backing off.  She became increasingly agitated.  He saw it on her face — the twisting lips and flicking tongue.  She looked down at him, tried to smile but grimaced then closed her eyes.

She was unaware of her cry, because she was overwhelmed by a monstrous, unprecedented ecstasy that radiated from her groin.  She fell forward, the man catching her in his arms and cuddling her until the last of her pleasure ebbed.

Then she felt him fuck her, powerfully, in long strokes, and she came again, but not as strongly as the first one.  He bellowed against the top of her head, squeezed her face to his chest then relaxed.

They lay still, she atop him, his fat cock growing soft inside her.  After a few minutes, Harley thought of doing it again, but he discovered that Ginnie had fallen asleep.  He gently moved her off him then settled her properly on the mattress.

* * *

The next morning Harley and Karen argued about sending Sam away, she not too forcefully.  Ginnie was taking a shower and Sam had gone out to view sights in the gambling town.

“Can’t I keep him at least until we get to California,” she asked.

“You’re like an addict, Karen.  Don’t you know that what he does to you is not good for your health?”

Ginnie came into the room, naked.  She went to Harley, leaned up and kissed him passionately.  They had indeed made love three times the previous night.

“Get dressed, darling,” Harley said.  “We’re already packed and ready to leave as soon as Sam returns.”

The girl left the room to throw on some clothes.

“Here he comes,” Karen said looking out the window down into a parking lot.

Harley stood next to her.  A police car suddenly screeched to a stop.  Two cops got out and yelled to Sam, who set off running.

“He must have done something!” Harley exclaimed.  “That’s why he’s a runaway!  Quick, grab our things.  We have to get out of here immediately.”

“Ginnie,” he called, “hurry up, darling!”

The sound of a resounding double crash from outside brought Harley back to the window.  Two cop cars had crashed into the first one.  Six cops stood beside a smashed vehicle that was steaming from the engine, shouting at one another.  They had forgotten Sam, who was not in sight.

A crowd of people emerged from another motel across the parking lot.  Middle age men, tucking shirt tails into their trousers, moved away furtively.  Fleshy, scantily clad women wearing spiked heals at eight in the morning milled around the scene of the wreck.  A large black guy in a purple suit and yellow fedora yelled at the women and herded them back indoors.  The cops continued gesticulating and shouting as they moved to a further car that been slammed against a wall.

“Let’s go!” Harley exclaimed to Ginnie, who appeared from the bedroom.  The three of them bearing suitcases raced down the rear staircase to a door opening onto another parking lot.  Within a minute they were driving towards the interstate.

Harley observed the speed limit and did not run yellow lights, although he was impatient to get out of town.  They possessed perfect, false ID, but he feared that their faces were on the wire.

Then they heard the whir of a siren behind them.

“Oh, shit!” Harley exclaimed as he slowed to a stop.

A cop car pulled in front of them, blocking ready access to the street.  It’s right side was curiously smashed in.

“Don’t say anything,” Harley ordered.  “I’ll take care of this.”

Sam emerged from the vehicle and rushed back to them.  He clambered into the back seat.

“Move!” he shouted.  “They’re not far behind!”

Harley backed up a bit then eased his car into a light stream of traffic, hearing sirens approaching.  He turned onto the next side street.

“What’s going on?” he asked, growling, not turning to face the boy.  “Why are they after you?”

“It’s a long story,” Sam said, grinning at Ginnie beside him and palming her groin.

She snuggled to him, wanting to come off.  Harley asked no further questions, because he too had a long story that he did not want to reveal.  He drove down the on ramp of the interstate and came up to speed in silence.

* * *

They did not travel very far, just to Sparks, where they put up in a motel, hoping that any pursuers would think that they’d race on into California.

“That little bastard!” Harley stormed.  “He’s going to fuck us up!”

“Calm down, Jim,” Karen said, soothingly, palming his stubbled cheek with genuine affection.  “As a matter of fact, he’s in the other room fucking Ginnie.  It’ll work out.”

“Work out!  I want to be rid of the kid!”

“I like him, Jim, as you know, and so does Ginnie.  Let’s give him a chance.”

A chance!  Harley fumed.  The boy would steal his women!  He couldn’t match the kid’s performance in bed.  He was just a normal forty year old guy who at best didn’t last more than fifteen minutes inside a woman.

“He has to go!”

“Not yet, darling,” Karen cooed.  “Let’s get undressed.  I love the feel of you in me.  You’re so large.”

So, the two adults eventually fucked in their room, while Sam and Ginnie carried on in another.  Harley looked down at his woman and witnessed growing excitement distort her pretty face.  She had an orgasm, which led to his own, but it was not enough.  He wanted both females exclusively.  He extracted his dong from Karen’s slick pussy and rolled onto his back, thinking.

“We’re going to leave him here,” he said quietly, looking at the ceiling.

“I want him once more!” Karen exclaimed, getting up from the bed.  “I’ll send Ginnie back to you.”

She pulled on some clothes then left the room.

Ginnie was soon with him on the bed, cuddling her slight body to his mass.

“Did he wear you out?” Harley asked, angrily.

“Don’t be mad at me, Jim,” the girl answered.  “I didn’t do anything.”

She was on the verge of tears.  Harley, love struck, immediately regretted his temper.

“Of course not, darling,” he said, embracing her gently then kissing her forehead.  “But we have to leave Sam here.  He’s not one of us.”

“He’s a lot of fun, Jim.”

“Maybe so, but we don’t need his troubles.  We have enough of our own.”

A sudden, female cry from the other room returned Harley to anger.  He had at best only elicited gasps and mewls from Karen while fucking, not throaty yells.  A jealous rage overcame him.  He rolled from the bed, went into the hallway naked and banged on the door next to his.  After a moment Sam opened it.

Harley barged in and socked Sam in the face.

“You’re out of here,” the man yelled.  “Get your stuff and leave!”

Sam, who had fallen to the floor, struggled to get up, but Harley kicked him back down viciously.

“Stop it, Jim!” Karen cried, grappling with the large man.

Harley’s face was beet red in anger.  He pushed Karen aside then kicked the boy once again.  Ginnie, coming into the room and seeing the action, jumped onto Harley’s back with arms squeezing his neck.  Karen, in front, slapped the man’s face repeatedly with open palms.

He could not hurt his woman and his girl, although he was capable of crushing them both along with the boy.

“Settle down,” he said to Karen, grasping her wrists.  “Darling,” he said to Ginnie, “you’re choking me.”

“Promise you’ll stop this!” Karen exclaimed, glaring.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied.  “I won’t hurt him anymore.”

Ginnie released him and dropped to the floor.  Karen stood back, feeling somehow empowered.

“Sam’s going to stay with us, Jim,” she said with uncommon determination.  “You’ll have to get along with the boy.”

Harley couldn’t imagine how, and his expression revealed his thoughts.

“You sleep with Sam tonight,” Karen said.  “Talk out the situation.  Maybe have sex.  I don’t care.  But Ginnie and I’ll leave you, if you ever hurt Sam again.”

Mother and daughter departed, closing the door behind them.  Sam, his nose bleeding, looked up at the dangerous man.

“Get up,” Harley said, offering a hand.  “Don’t worry about me.  I’m thoroughly pussy whipped.”

“Why’d you beat up on me?” Sam asked, angrily.  “What have I done to you?”

“I first thought of killing you, kid, but finally decided just to scare you away.”

“Why?”  The boy’s face sagged in incomprehension.

“It’s hard to say this, Sam, but I can’t compete with you, not in bed with my girls.  You last so long that they come again and again and again.  They’re addicted to your cock, kid, and I’m afraid of losing them.”

Sam took it in for a moment then shook his head.  “You won’t lose them, Jim, because they’re really tight with you.  I envy you.  They don’t feel that way about me.  They’re only interested in my cock.”

“But how do you manage it, kid?  You seem to be able to fuck for an hour at full tilt.  I’ve never heard of that before.”

“I can do it for an hour an a half, before the spaghetti turns to mush and oozes out of my cock.”

“Spaghetti!”

“It’s a trick I learned when I was twelve or thirteen.  I got into the habit of pushing things up my cock through the eye.  It’s weird, I know, but that’s the way it was.”

“Spaghetti?”  Harley could not believe the crazy story.

“Yeah.  I found that only Di Petro works.  That’s a brand you can find only at Italian import stores.”

“Why Di Petro?”  Harley sat on the edge of the bed, fascinated.

“Because it lasts long enough.  It’s made with some special semolina.  Other brands get mushy too soon.  And I found one brand that didn’t get mushy at all.  Christ!  I had a real problem getting that thing out of my cock.”

“Di Petro spaghetti?  That’s what keeps you hard?”

“Yeah.  And the discomfort of it stuck into my cock keeps me from coming, at least until it gets mushy.  Then I really come!  God!”

“It feels extra good?”

“Christ, Jim, you can’t imagine!  But you need to coat the spaghetti with olive oil before sticking it in.”

“Any special brand of olive oil?”

“Nah.”

* * *

A couple of days later in San Francisco, after Harley had visited an Italian import shop, he ate out Karen to a crashing orgasm.  While she was recovering with eyes closed, he slimed a seven inch piece of Di Petro spaghetti with extra virgin olive oil then inserted it, painfully, into his cock.

Over the next hour and one half he fucked his woman relentlessly until she was comatose.  His ensuing orgasm atop the slack woman was so intense that he almost lost consciousness as well.

Sam, without the benefit of pasta, was fucking Ginnie.  He was into his second half hour and the girl beneath him was glassy eyed in dissipation.  He grinned and pounded her, thinking how stupid Harley was for believing the crazy story about spaghetti.

END

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