palms tucked underneath her ass-cheeks, pulling her forward. His tongue, extended and curled, was like a small penis that darted in and out of her hot, slick cunt, and now and then lapped upward to surround her extended clitoris. The little organ stuck upward between the darkened lips of her cunt like a small penis, the hood taut over the end of it, making it appear as though she had a hard-on. “AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh, boy, you are gooooood!” she panted, working her hips, making her slick, steaming cunt move up and down upon his tongue. “You are making me cooooooooooooommmm,” she squealed and began thrashing about. Holding his head to her cunt she grunted and began hunching, almost smothering him. He finally pulled loose from her and knelt back, his breath snoring in his nostrils and his eyes gleaming with lust. She opened her thighs widely and he knelt between them, one hand guiding his broad-knobbed cock right into the slick lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and arched upward, to give him more room. “That's it, lover boy, slip that club into me. You have the biggest cock for a boy I ever dreamed of seeing.” “Mom says it is larger than my father's,” he panted, watching down the length of his belly, as he guided the monster into place, seeing the purple knob disappear slowly into her box. It was in now an inch past the head and he waited, allowing her tissues to spread. His balls were tight against the shaft, letting her know that he was stirred and would not be long coming. “You screw your mother?” she asked, hunching gently, feeling another inch slide into her. She put her arms about his shoulders and leaned back, bringing her legs up and around his waist.
“Sure. We have been fucking all summer,” he gasped, as he seized her around the waist, and began to hunch, his hips making rapid in and out movements. “Oh, boy! Keep right on doing that, Timmy boy!”
She moaned and, lifting her legs, put them over his shoulders. Now her ass was on the edge of the chair and her cunt lifted higher, so that he was able to get a better drive at her muff. His huge cock now slipped entirely into her ever-widening cunt, the juices gurgling out around his shaft and dripping down the crack of her asscheeks. He reached under and slipped one finger against her rosebud-asshole, and poked gently. As the movement of her body continued, his finger became slick with sweat and her cum-juice, and he slipped it into her asshole up to the knuckle. “Ohhh, that feels so good,” she moaned, and hunched the harder. His cock was all the way into her now, slipping in and out like a giant piston in and out of its oiled chamber. “You sure can fuck, for a boy,” she gasped, her head thrown back against the high back of the lounge, rolling and bobbing as she threw her ass up and back, their bodies making wet, smacking sounds as they met in midair. “Have you got a girl that you hump all the time?” “Nope,” he answered gustily, breathing deeply and feeling his cum beginning to boil in his balls, “no one. Just my Mom.” “Is she-oh-a good-uh, uh, uh-lay… fuck me boy, throw it into me,” she screamed as his cock dipped into her honeyed slit and hit the bottom. “Oh, damn, I am going to come and I wanted it to go on and on and on,” she moaned. Gritting her teeth, she shut her eyes and keened, and then her body began to shake and shiver in the throes of a series of crises which rolled over her like waves pounding upon a sand pit. He felt it coming up his stem then, and his cock swelled more, hard as steel within her cunt, and then his hot cum spurted out in the black depths of her hot canal and he began to pour his cum-juice into her, one squirt after the other. Bill Trooper and Mara stood by the patio door, out of sight of Ruby and Tim, and watched the boy balling Bill's woman. The sight of his huge cock, as he rose from eating her cunt, swinging and nodding as he arranged her on the chaise lounge to suit his needs, made Bill shake his head in wonder. “That boy yonder has the biggest dong I have seen on a human being. Some burros don't have clubs that big.” “I know,” she admitted. She reached down and kneaded his soft cock, making it harden and swing out and up. “You've a nice-sized dick, Bill, but not as good as his.” “You been fucking your own boy?” “You don't see any other man around, do you?” “None but me,” he admitted. She nodded. “And, like you said, by inference, even you don't compare to him. Now, Mr. Trooper, you have had your cock fucked and sucked and your ashes hauled.” She sat down at the small kitchenette table and taking a cigarette he offered her with a light, she drew a long breath, sucking the good-tasting smoke far into her lungs. “Can I just write you a check and you go and get the money and be done with us?”
CHAPTER NINE
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.
