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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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