Jerry, at the garage in the village on the mainland, had directed the strange man and woman to the island. Then he began to have misgivings. He knew that Mara Fletcher and Tim were living a lonely life over there. But that was, no doubt, what they wished. And he had had an uneasy feeling ever since he had given the man the directions. Now he was watching as the boat came in, cut its power, and glided to the dock. A dockhand cleated the snubbing line and gave Mara and the other woman a hand as they stepped to the dock. Tim looked sullen and a little nervous, and Mara, when the four walked by the filling station-garage, gave Jerry the eye, but he could not fathom any message or signal. He shrugged. Then going to the phone he called a friend who was a state trooper. “Yeah, Marty. Jerry here. Good, good. How's yours hanging these days? Say, Marty. There's a kinda funny situation here, if you know what I mean.” Jerry proceeded to tell him of the arrival of the strange couple, the story they gave of being friends of Mara. And now the four of them going into the bank. “Nope. Wait a minute.” He stepped to the door and watched and then came back. “They went on past the bank and up toward them little cottages that Ben Turkin rents out to tourists and fishermen. Yeah, going around the back, toward one of them on the back row. Sure, I'll watch. Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Jerry hung up the phone and stepped to the door in time to see Bill Trooper push Tim roughly through the door into the middle cabin in the back row. A car with a strange license plate was parked before the cabin.
Stepping out, Jerry whistled to his partner during the day, a young senior in the local high school, tall, gangling, a high school jock. “Harry, watch the shop for a few minutes, huh? I gotta step out on some business.” “Sure, Jer, go ahead. You know I can handle her.” The boy grinned. Jerry contemplated stepping back into his office and getting his Army Special, Colt. 45 automatic side-arm, a souvenir of Vietnam years. Then he decided against it. If he couldn't keep an eye on them until Marty arrived, then he was a mighty poor woodsman, he mused. Mara sat upon a small twin bed, looking forlorn and dejected. Tim sat in a chair across the room.
They were prisoners of the Troopers. She was looking about the room and was surprised to see so much movie equipment there. Tripods, a projector, a camera for sixteen-millimeter film, lights and other equipment. Slowly it dawned upon her. Bill Trooper and his woman, Ruby, were in the business of making quickly produced XXX films and loops for the adult mini movies. Sex for a quarter, two-minute segments in each showing and starting over automatically to begin the loop again. “What are you planning?” She directed her question to the man. He smirked. “I had anticipated getting very little money from you. So I am going to capitalize in another way.” He nodded to the movie equipment. “You and your son are going to make some quickie sex movies for me and then we will go to the bank and draw out your savings and your checking, and we will be on our way.” She shuddered. Not that she was opposed to the sex part. That did not bother her. But the sick minds that would be drooling over the activities of her and Tim on the movies, panting with their imagination at the close-ups and the invigorating shots of Tim's huge cock flashing in and out of her wetly. “Ruby, you keep an eye on them until I get the equipment set up,” Trooper ordered. Ruby moved her chair before the door and sat there defiantly, her eyes never leaving Mara and Tim. “You are sick,” she told Mara. “What do you mean?” “Fucking your own boy. Why, that is downright immoral,” she lectured Mara. “What was it when you fucked him?”
Mara asked, boldly staring the woman in the eyes. Ruby flushed.
“That's… that's dirty, you peeking on us,” she muttered.
“Anyway, I ain't his maw.” “Sure you aren't, and I am glad.” Tim entered into the conversation. “You are not half as good a lay, either, as mother is,” he continued. Ruby glared at him. “Well, you are still wet behind the ears,” Ruby countered. “You don't know how to shove it in good yet.” “I don't recall you complaining,”
Tim snickered. “Okay, you guys. Just shut up,” Trooper called. “I have this stuff ready to go now. Ruby, bring them up so we can get them zeroed in on.” The next few minutes were spent under hot lights, adjusting the filters and setting the correct distances for the camera, so the maximum might be utilized in the film. “Okay, we're ready to shoot,” Trooper finally said. “Boy,” he gestured to Tim.
“You get over by the door and then wander into the room like you was going to undress and go to bed. Then undress and pick up that girlie book there and jerk off.” Tim just looked at him. “I mean it, damn it. That isn't so hard, is it? Just follow my guidance. There won't be any dialogue. I'll dub in some dumb music later.” Tim shrugged and ambled over to the door. Ruby looked at the crowded crotch of the young boy and licked her lips. That was the sweetest cock she had felt jammed up her cunt for a long time. She could still feel the hot, cramming explosion of his cum flooding into her.
Peering through the hand-held camera, Trooper motioned to Tim.
“All right, come on in, unbutton your shirt as you do, stretch, scratch, rub your cock.” The man had taken several of these movies before and knew the direction. In a minute he had Tim at the bedside looking at the girlie book. “Now, as you look at the book, slip your belt and let your pants drop. Just step out of them, kick them away. That's it. Now, take your cock out of your underpants. Look at the tits of that naked woman, see her cunt, how juicy it is, how it gleams in the picture. Imagine you putting cock up that flue. That's it, let it dangle, shake it, now fist it, and slowly, slowly, that's it, begin to jerk it off.” Under his direction, Tim was slowly massaging his cock now and the huge instrument was slowly hardening, until its entire nine inches was reaching outward and curving sweetly upward. The purple knob was fully uncovered and the bulbous head flared and swelled as his hand traveled the length of the shaft and back. He had brought his balls out of his underpants, too, and they dangled there, large and hairy, moving mysteriously as he manipulated his cock. He unconsciously spraddled his legs a bit and began to jack off a little faster, as the feeling began to spread in his loins. He turned the page of the magazine and continued to make love to himself.
“Bill,” whimpered Ruby, “let me get into the scene with him. I can't stand letting him spend all that good cream on nothing.” She was squirming around and rubbing her hand over her mons, her breath coming fast as her eyes were fastened upon the gigantic cock of the boy.
“All right. Crawl in on your knees, Ruby, slow and easy. Take his cock in your hand and then suck him. Take as much of that cock into your mouth and throat as you can.” Bill never took his eye from the camera as he instructed her. Quickly the woman disrobed and then, on her hands and knees, her tits dangling, the nipples rampant with the thoughts of what she was going to do, she crawled into the camera's lens range and up to the boy. Tim, seeing her coming, turned to face her, tossing the magazine onto the bed. His cock was vastly hard now, nearing the moment when it would harden more, swell slightly in that momentary pause before explosion, and then begin to throb and spew the accumulation of his balls. He knew what Ruby had in mind and he anticipated it with deepening breath and quivering balls.
He took his fist from his cock, and let it dangle and sway, the blind eye in the center of the slick, drooling knob, staring at the woman as she rose to her knees and rubbed her cheek upon the point of the gigantic instrument. Moaning with pleasure, she wrapped her fist about the shaft, and began to rub the lubrication-dripping head of the prick over her cheeks and mouth, licking it as the slit came within range of her agile tongue-tip. She lapped the surface of the purple-colored knob and tickled the little hole, lapping up the clear pre-cum juice that oozed out of it. One of her hands cupped the huge balls which were tensing about the shaft, prior to his ejaculation.
She rolled them in the warm sac and squeezed them tenderly, making the boy rise upon his toes as he paid homage to the pain-pleasure of the moment. “That's it, Ruby, make him squirm a little. Now put the head in your mouth. Suck… now lick down the stem to the balls and back again, now center on the knob and begin to slide your mouth up and down the cock,” Trooper directed. Mara sat to one side of the scene, back of the camera range. She was hot, watching her son and the woman go through their sex act. She saw that Bill Trooper was hot also, his pants bulging out with a great hard-on. She crouched down out of the camera range and slipped over to him. Running her hand up his legs, she seized his cock through the cloth of his pants and began to squeeze and rub it. Its heat and hardness filled her fist and she felt her cunt fill up with fuck-juice. She wanted to be fucked again and her cunt was giving her messages. Bill moved his legs apart, spraddling so he could balance himself and gave her more room to play. “Go on, Mara,” he encouraged her, “take it out and play with it.” She needed no more invitation than that. Quickly she unzippered his fly and, moving her hand inside his pants, found his hardening cock and pulled it out into the open. “Ahhh, I like that,” she whimpered. Moving closer to him she licked his cock, sucking lightly upon the knob, tonguing the sensitive place under the head where the nerves gather. His cock reared to complete hardness and she began to jerk him off, running her hand up and down the shaft.
“You sure do know how to manipulate a fellow's cock,” he whispered. His eyes were never taken from the camera viewfinder, even though Mara now had lowered his pants and shorts and was mouthing his balls, sucking first one and then the other into her mouth. His cock was oozing cum-juice now, making her hand slick as it slid up and down the swelling staff. In front of the camera, Ruby was going to town upon Tim's gigantic cock. It seemed impossible that she could have all of it in her mouth and throat, but somehow, by canting her head to one side, she was able to get the head past her throat-block and could feel the length of shaft reaching down into her gullet as though it was going all the way to her stomach. Slowly she let the cock slide down her throat and then she eased back, licking and sucking as she did so. She canted around so she could see her son and Ruby, making it over by the couch, but not missing a moment of the pleasure of sucking Bill's prick. “Would you like to ass-fuck her, Tim?” asked Bill, his eyes glued to the camera's viewfinder.
“Huh? Oh, sure… I sure would.” Tim had his hands upon his hips, and was rocking back and forth gently, thrusting his huge dong in and out of Ruby's widely stretched mouth. As he thrust in she sucked and then hollowed her cheeks, so the insides of her mouth would rub against the sensitive head of his cock as he drew out gently. He withdrew to the rim of his cockhead and then slid deep into her mouth again. “Okay. Now, Ruby, you ease off your sucking. Now turn, kneel and spread a little… a little more. Now, Tim, there it is. A big, juicy asshole, just crying to be reamed. She's all yours.”
Tim stood looking down at the fleshy hips of the woman. He reached out and spread her asscheeks and saw the little brown puckered hole there, with hair about it. He wondered briefly how his great cockhead could slip into such a tight-looking hole, but he didn't tarry long with thinking about it. He dipped under and taking her cunt juice, he smeared it over her asshole and then rubbed his cockhead against it, smearing it also with juice out of his own cock.
“Looks tight,” he muttered, as he spread her cheeks more and then pressed his knob against it. “Oh, just push steady and hard, and it'll go in.” Bill laughed at him, just at the point of coming in Mara's mouth, his balls tight against his shaft, and his breathing heavy. Ruby winced as the huge knob invaded the tight orifice and then as it snapped into the empty space behind the muscle and the thick shaft began to follow, she gasped. It was as though someone was shoving a baseball bat up her ass. But it felt good and she twisted and turned as he continued to reach deeply into the dark cavern.
“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.
Mara did not answer, her mouth was too full of Bill's cock. Tim did not even listen to what was being said. He was too enthralled watching the huge shaft of his cock move slowly in and out of the wet passage there between the white thighs of his mother. Tim breathed deeply, almost a gasp, as he thrust deeply into his mother's twitching cunt, the heat and the moisture smearing his cock from balls to knob. He was nearing the point of no return and wanted it to last longer; but it was becoming a losing battle. Just as he decided to give it his best shove and let it spurt, there was a great crash at the back door. The door crashed open and a man hurtled through.
Tim caught a glimpse of a uniform, a broad-brimmed hat and a huge black pistol in the man's hand, and then he cried out as he began to come. He jerked himself from the hot, grasping cunt, his cum spurting creamy and gleaming three feet in the air. It spurted again and then he threw himself on the couch out of the way of the man, as the intruder shot to his feet and leveled the gun. “Everyone freeze,” he shouted. “This is the law!”