0 comments/ 27954 views/ 0 favorites The Escape By: Thadius As the began to sun set into the lake, Liana, Kali, and Tad sat at the Water's Edge enjoying the explosion of color and the summers' breeze. The conversation shifted to the evenings activities as the next round of rum and tonics were delivered to the table. "So Kali, what do you want to do tonight, go to the bars and select from the smorgasbord of men or take this waiter back to The Escape and teach him what you learned in college?" asked Liana with a wicked laugh. "You know with all this shit, I think I would rather spend a nice quite night with you guys on the boat. I don't think I'm up for fighting the crowds or dealing with crap from guys all night, besides, the idea of falling asleep to the sound of the waves and the wind in the trees sounds to good to pass up. But, I will go to the bars if you guys want to." "No, no, The Escape is great to sleep on, it is really peaceful. There is nothing like spending the night on the boat, it is very therapeutic," said Liana. "It is so easy to forget about your troubles and just relax." "Well it is settled then, I'll drop you girls off at the marina, get you all set up and leave you two to yourselves. You can call me tomorrow and I will come pick you up whenever you want. You can have a nice quite evening reminiscing, telling secrets, and figuring out what is wrong with the men in the world." Offered Tad "No, way, I don't want to impose, you go with us. You guys can have the bed, I will sleep on the deck or on the pull out. It would really be nice to be around a normal couple for a change." Insisted Kali. "Yeah Buddy, you go with us," Liana purred. "I'll miss you." "You just don't want to deal with driving and anchoring The Escape." Tad countered with an insincere huff. "Well, there is that," Liana conceded glancing at Kali with a smirk. The three walked to the marina, loaded the cooler and headed in the direction of the setting sun. Liana suggested the secluded deep-water cove that they found a few weeks ago. "Remember, it was the place where we swam to the beach. We said we would have to remember this spot the next time we decided to spend the night on the water." Liana, Li (pronounced Lee), to all that knew her and Kali have been best friends for as long as they both could remember. Their houses growing up backed up to one another and their parents shared the cost of installing and maintaining a pool in yard between their houses. They frequently went on family vacations with one another and each summer attended the same summer camp, where they always shared a cabin. They eventually ended up attending the same university and were roommates through college. They are so much alike in so many ways. They both love horses and riding; love boats and the water; and before purchasing any article of clothing, they always made sure the other approved only so they could swap clothes and double their wardrobe. They were truly best friends. However, in one respect they were very much different. Li has always been shy, and reserved and is uncomfortable in groups. She has had only a small handful of boyfriends throughout her life and she married one of two men she has ever slept with. Even though she is strikingly beautiful, she has always been self-conscience of her body and appearance. Kali on the other hand has always made friends wherever she goes and is very quick to introduce herself to the person next to her. Through college she was very active dating and Li would frequently live vicariously through Kali's sex life. They talked about everything, not missing a single detail of each other's life. In fact, during their senior year, Kali dated a guy on the LaCrosse team, the Captain of course. A real stud. Kali would tell Li every detail of their sexual encounters and described how huge Cammy's penis was. They would refer to him in private as "H-O," short for horse organ. Kali told Li that the thing was so big she could barely fit the head in her mouth. "It's like trying to suck a damn door knob," she once commented. During Kali's stories, Li's eyes would get wide and she would comment how she couldn't believe it could be that big. So one Friday night they hatched a plan for Li to hide in the walk-in closet of Kali's bedroom in their shared apartment. The closet was left ajar and she had a perfect view to witness first hand the mighty horse organ. Kali went to great lengths to ensure that Li was comfortable and could see everything clearly. She set up a desk lamp pointing towards the foot of the bed to provide light for the action and to essentially blind the view of Cam if he looked in the direction of the open closet door. A chair was placed in the closet and the scene was set. At the designated time, Kali called Li at the apartment under the pretense to make sure she wasn't home with a date herself, so she and Cam could go there to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. In reality, Li answered the phone and understood the code that they were heading home and assumed her position in the closet. After arriving at the apartment, Kali and Cam fooled around on the couch for a few minutes and Kali suggested they go to her room. Cam readily agreed. Just as planned, Kali positioned the action at the foot of the bed where they stood and kissed. Kali began to rub Cam through his shorts and Cam began to unbutton Kali's top. After a few minutes of kissing, ear nibbling, neck sucking and deep tissue messages, Kali was satisfied he was fully excited. She unsnapped his shorts and pulled both his shorts and boxers to the floor. His full member hung perpendicular to his body under the sheer weight of its mass. Li could not believe her eyes, it was as big a Kali had described, she could barely get her hands around the end of it. She immediately thought of the horse organ nickname and thought "how appropriate." The initial plan called for Kali to full around with him for a few minutes, remove his shorts so Li could see his unit, and then ask Cammy to get her a glass of wine out of the kitchen. Knowing he would have to open a bottle and give Li enough time to escape to her bedroom across the hall. Little did Li know that Kali had her own plan. Her plan included giving her best friend a little instruction in finer points of real sex. She formally titled the class; Sex: How It Is Done and Enjoyed, by Professor Kali Quartland. She never followed through with asking Cammy for the wine. Instead she knelt before him and stroked his enlarged cock up and down and softly licked his engorged balls. She ran her tongue from the base of his member to the tip of the purple engulfed crown where she sucked the glistening drops awaiting her at the end. Soon she was in a rhythm of messaging his balls and licking the underside of the head. Finally she was sufficiently excited and the tool of her affection was sufficiently lubricated, which allowed her to put the end in her mouth which was as much of the beast as she could handle. Cammy finished removing her shirt and unfastened her bra allowing both to fall to the floor. Kali's breast with their perfect pink nipples swayed as she paid her lover attention as if they were immune to gravity. He would pull and pinch her nipples as she enjoyed her treat, whimpering her approval. Soon her intensity increased and she brought both hands around the massive member to stroke and pump him to climax while she licked and sucked the head. In a matter of minutes she received the seed of her labor. Cammy exploded with a loud moan followed by panting gasps as he pumped what appeared to Li to be a cup of the delectable cream on Kali's face, breasts and in her mouth. As she sucked the last drops from the end of his cock she kneaded his balls to coax every drop to her tongue. After Cam regained his composure, he reversed positions with Kali and gently pushed her to the bed. He slowly removed her shorts leaving only her white thong underwear between him and her neatly trimmed blonde mound. He started first by running his finger up and down her thighs while lightly digging his finger nails into her skin causing a series of goose bumps all over her body as she lay with her head thrown back and her eyes closed feeling the penetrating eyes from the closet hide-out. Next he messaged her feet with is strong hands and began to suck her toes one by one. He messaged her legs, working slowly to the visible wet spot in her panties. With increasing frequency he would brush a finger across the wetted area until it was the focus of his attention. Finally, he pulled the love soaked panties from her legs, looked her in the eye as he inhaled the sweet aroma and threw them to the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Kali opened her legs inviting him to take her. He began sucking and nibbling on the exposed lips of her sex, occasionally dipping his tongue in the steamy heat of her excitement. To Kali, this continued far too long. "Lick me," she requested in a demure voice, "please lick me, I've got to feel your tongue" she pleaded. Deciding it was time, Cammy complied with her request and started to work her to the end. He inserted his finger in moist canal and rubbed the rough roof with a "come hither" finger while licking and sucking her swollen button. Kali blurted "you know that is going to make me cum, God please make me cum," as her head was thrown slowly from side to side as she pinched and pulled her nipples, wishing she could reach to lick them. Finally, she screamed, "Cammy, oh Cammy, yes, yes YES!" Cammy continued to lick and suck with as much force as he could create, she eventually pushed him from between her legs, "I can't take anymore. God you make me cum so hard" she said as she rolled over on her stomach to catch her breath. The taste of her wetness renewed Cammy's desire. He had to enter her. After a few short minutes of kissing and messaging her neck he pulled her legs off the bed so her perfect behind, with the thong bikini tan line, stuck in the air just off the edge of the bed. The glistening opening inviting entry. He positioned his staff at the entrance and rubbed up and down to mingle their juices. Starting slow at first, he pushed in the head and pulled out, as his speed increased Kali's hips awakened to the sensation. Soon he was in her and she was propped up on her hands meeting each forceful thrust with her own. As the intensity increased she reach between her legs and grabbed his balls, pulling and squeezing she commanded him to cum inside her. With this request he licked his index finger of his right hand and began making small circles around her inviting bottom staring at him from below. "Oh I love that, touch it, please touch it." He complied by slowly flicking his finger across the opening of tight hole. With a final push she impaled his member as deep as it would go and ground her backside against him as they both came together and collapsed on the bed in a heap. Thinking back to this gift, this class, Kali recalls seeing Li slowly and quietly walk from the closet to her room while Cam slept next to her curled up on the far side of the bed, snoring. The next day after Cammy had gone home they talked about the show. Li started by saying she was initially so mad at Kali for not allowing her to escape that she nearly walked out of the closet while he was licking her toes to interrupt the mood. Instead, she sat back in the chair and pouted. That is when she found the other gift, the chrome vibrator that Kali had left for her. At that moment, she remembers realizing Kali's plan. She tried not to give into temptation. Even though she frequently pleased herself, as Kali well knew, it was always in the privacy of her own room under the cloak of concealment and safety. The thought of baring herself and manipulating her desires was taboo in a situation of possible discovery. Everything changed when she noticed Cammy's erection. "When he raised up to pull your panties off I saw his huge cock. It took all my power not to burst through the door and grab it. God I wanted to touch it. I was so mesmerized, so turned on." "You should have joined us." Kali offered, "Cammy would have loved it, he is always saying how hot you are. Did you enjoy the show?" Asked Kali With noticeable embarrassment Li replied hesitantly, "Yeah, I guess so." "You guess so," she said with a laugh, "did you make yourself … cum?" She asked with raised eyebrows and a devilish little smile. After some thought and a noticeable delay she finally decided to reply honestly, "Yes…twice. I guess I ought to thank you, because I really did enjoy it, but I don't think I could work up the courage to ever do it again." "Did you ever really consider coming out of the closet…litterly, and joining us"? Kali asked very poignant. "Actually, I came close, but I couldn't think of how to do it, or what to say when I did. That is when I started touching myself. After I got into it that was all I needed." She replied matter of factly. "Do you think you would enjoy being with us sometime?" asked Kali only half kidding. "Huh? No, I could never do that." After a moment she asked. "Have you?" "Been with a women, you mean? No, but I have to admit that I think about it. I wonder how it would be to taste another woman, to please another woman and have her please me? Sometimes I taste myself and it tastes so smooth…so…so…sexy. You know I'm not a lesbian, but some day I think I would like to try it. Making love to a woman would be so different, so close. Do you know what I mean? What about you? Do you think about it?" "I have a couple of times but never has the idea appealed to me. You know me, it takes a lot for me to get with a guy. I don't think I could ever do it with a women" with that, the subject was dropped and never surfaced again in conversation. As Tad steered the boat in the direction of the cove the girls sat on the bow and enjoyed the view with a chilled glass of chardonnay. "Kali, Tad and I are really sorry you had to go through all that crap with Steve. I know how hard it must have been, but now that it is over, you can look forward to a better life." Commented Liana. "You know Li, I thought once it was over I would be so happy and so free. Now I just feel empty and alone. You listen to someone put you down for so long and before long I think you start believing that you are nothing and that you are a bad person. Hell, after three or four years of being told you're a bitch, you believe it," confides Kali. "You know through all of this you have had a lot of people behind you. Tad and I, and you father, we have all tried to keep reminding you how important you are to us. Steve has taken five years of your life, don't give him another minute of it by dwelling on him, its over. Fuck him, I hope his little pecker dries up and falls off in the little two bit whore he's living with." That was the other difference between the two. When it came to emotion, especially anger, Kali would keep things bottled inside, eating her from the inside out. Li on the other hand left nothing in the bag, if she thinks someone has done her wrong she will not hesitate in letting them know, usually in no uncertain terms. When she gets mad she is as mean as a drunken sailor on leave and usually has the mouth to match. "You are right Li, FUCK him! I am not going to think about him, his little sexretary, the divorce or any of that crap. Especially on my birthday. Thanks for inviting me down, I really needed to get out of Knoxville. Too many bad memories there," replied Kali. "Tad and I were talking the other day. Have you considered moving back to Atlanta? You could stay with us until you find a job and figure out where you want to live." Li offered. "I've given it some thought and I may end up moving back, but let's not worry about that now. This is too nice. I love going out on the boat. Remember in college when we would have those weekends on the mountain? Jeez, we really had some good times." "Yeah, it is a wonder we lived through all that drinking and skiing and …stuff." Smiled Li Kali laughed, "yeah and stuff." Kali glanced over her shoulder, "how are you and Tad getting along? It sounded like you were having a tough time there for a while?" asked Kali. "We had our troubles there for awhile. When Tad started his own firm, I had a couple of cases that were taking up a lot of my time. We never seemed to see each other, and when we did, we both were so involved with our jobs that we couldn't concentrate on each other. After I made partner I was able to work my schedule a little better and Tad landed a couple of big projects that still took up his time but really helped with the stress of cash flow for his business. Now, after he completes a project, he normally takes a week or two off. We usually take a trip or hang out at home or on the boat for a few days. It has really helped to get us back in tune." Li explained. "You mentioned to me that you thought he was screwing around? What happened?" asked Kali. "God, what a nightmare! That is really what got us over the mess, and I almost fucked it up royally. I thought he was having an affair, because he was working really long hours, he was never, never home. On the rare occasion he made it home before I was asleep he would want to have sex. Well, to hell with that! There was no way I was going to give it up after he had been out with some little bitch. So, I cut him off, for about 8 months we didn't have sex. The more I thought about it…" she paused to look around to be sure Tad wasn't listening, "the more I thought about it the more I was convinced he had a girlfriend. Well, naturally I became interested in this guy in my office. Jeff, and I got involved on a case together and were working late together all the time. Well, after working late, I would call home and he wouldn't answer the phone, I'd call his office and he wouldn't answer the phone there, I'd call his cell phone and he wouldn't answer. What the hell, of course he is hosing some fucking gold digging bimbo. Everytime I would confront him He would always tell me he was working in the drafting room on a building design. I thought, 'RIGHT, working on a goddamn building design at 11:30 in the fucking night,' give me a break." "Well, after all that bullshit, Jeff and I would go out for drinks and a bite after working late. Once or twice at first then it seemed like we would go out three or four nights a week. Well, one night Jeff made a move on me. We had had several martinis and we danced a couple of dance, Tad never takes me dancing, then as we were sitting in the booth he started rubbing my leg. I hadn't had any attention in awhile and I kind of responded by rubbing his leg. After another martini and a couple of innocent kisses, he moved his hand higher and higher on my leg as we sat in the booth. I guess the lack of attention and the martinis lessened my resolved because I didn't stop him. Before long he took my panties off and there we sat in the dark corner booth. Jeff with his hand between my legs rubbing me and fingering me like crazy. I unzipped his fly and had my hand in his pants rubbing him. Then it hit me! What the hell am I doing? Sitting in the corner of a bar with a guys hand between my legs like I was some smelly ol' bowling alley wench. I just screamed "this is wrong," and I got up and stormed out, leaving him there with Mr. Winky dangling in the breeze." "About halfway home I called Tad at the office, home and on his cell. Of course there was no answer. So, I went by his office. His car was there. I let myself in and snuck through the office listening. I just knew I would catch him doing some young, perky little architect. Instead I found him and Jiles, OH JILES, the British guy, I need to fix you up with Jiles." She shouted with her sorority girl cadence. "We will talk about that later. He and Jiles were packing up drawings and stuff. Jiles kept saying how he could not believe how understanding I was, Tad had spent so much time at the office. He said the late nights and constant travel is what had broken up his marriage. I casually asked looking for clues, "I hope you haven't been here all these nights with Tad?" hoping to find out who had been here or wherever with. Oh yeah, I don't have anything at home to go home to. We have been cranking on this building design. I have never heard of anyone putting a building together this big in such a short period of time. That is when I noticed the cooler. Tad told me to open the cooler he had a bottle of Tattinger on ice, then he ran to his office and came back with a dozen roses, and a beautiful sapphire and diamond tennis bracelet, "see," she said thrusting her arm in Kali's face. "He was so excited. He told me that the building design he had been working on for all these months paid off. The developer he was pitching to, bit hard on the design and wanted him to work-up concept drawings for an office park. He was crazy. He also told me that he was sorry he had taken so much time away from me. That is when he threw down two tickets to Hawaii. He booked a cabin on Maui for two weeks. He said he wanted to make it up to me. Well I was speechless. Speechless with relief that he didn't have a girlfriend but also for concern that I had almost thrown everything away. The only thing I could do was give him a big hug and kiss as tears streamed down my face. The Escape We decided to leave my car at the office and ride home together. On the ride home he started rubbing my leg, soon he was up my skirt and noticed that I didn't have on any panties. He looked at me really weird. I told him that was why I had come by his office that I was really horny and I wanted to do him on the conference table. Hell, I had to make up something. Well, he did a hard u-turn and we returned to the office, Jiles had left by then, we did it on the conference talk, on his desk and he insisted that we do it on the reception desk. He said I would think of it every time I call. Of course, I do, we ended up drinking the bottle of champagne and sleeping on the pull out in his office. It was great night. Ever since then things have really been on cue." Kali looked jealous, "on the reception desk? Man, how would I love that, I haven't had any in months. I have about worn out poor Willy. You remember Willy, my little vibrating friend? GOD I am so horny." Kali said louder that she thought. "Maybe I can help?" asked Tad standing over the girls with the bottle of wine. "with the wine I mean." He said with a big smile hoping to embarrass the girls. Li reached up and tweaked Mr. Happy "You keep that monster in you pants, buddy." She kidded. "Well here we are," Tad said. "Hon, you help me with the anchor and then you girls can take a swim while I get the stuff stowed and ready for the night." "He is so anal about his boat," quipped Li. With the anchor in place and things all settled. Tad grabbed a cold beer and sat on the bow of the boat watching the girls swim in the glow of the full moon. They splashed and laughed as they ran around the beach like two schoolgirls. Tad shook his head thinking of how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife and counted his blessings for the good fortune of being able to have a nice house, boat, and all the better things in life. Suddenly he realized he had something else to be thankful for, Kali had let out a big laugh and pulled off her bathing suit top. There she was only 50 or so yards away playing in the water about knee deep with her firm breasts and erect nipples swaying in the moonlight. Then without pause, Li stripped hers off. After a few minutes the girls sat to rest on the beach. "Li, I hope you realize how lucky you are. You have a hot husband, who is obviously crazy about you, a nice house and boat. You have everything. You better treat him right, I may just decide to make a move on him." Kali joked. "No you don't," Li responded, "he's mine." "But, you will share with you best friend wouldn't you?" Kali laughed, "did I mention how horny I was." "Yes, I think you made that very clear to me and the WORLD!" the girls laugh "It is just that he is so cute. Not in the muscle bound stud kind of way, but in the…you know he knows how to please a women kind of way." Kali offered. "How I would love to have a man please me. Did I tell you how horny I was?" Kali asked with innocent eyes. The girls looked at each other and began laughing uncontrollably. "Hey!" Tad shouted, "you mermaids better swim back over here, you are having too much fun. I don't have the energy to save you both if a bear or mountain lion comes crashing through the trees." Kali looked at Li, "there aren't bears or mountain lions in Georgia, are there?" The girls looked at each other, "Hell No! Atleast…I don't think so. No, there aren't, but lets get back, I'm getting cold." The girls replaced their tops and began their swim to the boat. As they climbed up the ladder, Tad wrapped each in a big warm blanket. As he wrapped Li he non-chalantly caressed her breast. She pushed his hand away and gave him a half serious stern look. He was sure had ruined any chance of getting lucky. "Oh well," he whispered, "I didn't figure I had any chance of getting any with Kali on the boat tonight. But, if you change your mind, you know to find me." The girls went below deck to get out of the breeze. Tad went to the bar and poured them each a snifter of Grand Marnier. After handing each their drinks, he settled in behind Li. He straddled her body with his legs as she sat cross-legged on the floor. She leaned back into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Kali sat facing them with her knees drawn up to her chest. "I am freezing." Li said "Take that wet suit off, you'll warm up." Tad suggested Li removed her blanket and wrapped it back around her from the front. Then she maneuvered her bikini top off and slid off the bottoms and tossed them into the corner. Kali, swiveled her body around so her back was to Li and Tad and pulled off her top and wiggled out of her bottoms and tossed them on top of Li's suit. Li settled back into Tad grabbing his hands and wrapped them around her body under the blanket that was wrapped from her front around to Tad's shoulders. She snuggled deep into his arms. The friends sat and talked about nothing mainly, Kali's cat, Tad's boat, Li's nightmare hair highlighting experience. Then Tad asked what they were laughing about on the beach so hard. Kali's face lit up in a bright smile as she quickly said, "We were talking about the time that Li snuck into my bedroom closet in college and watch me do it with my boy friend." Li immediately responded, "What are you talking about? Buddy, she is lying! We were talking about how she keeps staying she is so horny and it was really funny." However, the smile on her face and the raise of her eyebrows made Tad think there were probably half-truths in both versions. Tad played along, "You snuck into her closet to watch her have sex?" he asked with a big smile on his face and sarcasm in his voice winking at Kali. "What was wrong? Couldn't you get a guy of your own?" Li spun in his arms to face him, the blanket fell showing her erect pink nipples. Their eyes met and something clicked in her mind. She started to say something witty and rude and decided on another tact. She reached up and kissed him deeply. Her tongue searching inside his mouth, they kissed long and deeply. She slowly pulled from the kiss and said "no buddy, I couldn't get anyone one to make love to me. Who would want this?" she asked sitting up straight gesturing to her naked body. "Okay, point taken." Tad conceded, "Who wouldn't want that? That is one of those unfair facts of life. Women can get laid whenever they want. The only thing they have to do is decide they want it and make their selection. Guys have to work and work for it, sometimes paying out thousands of dollars, if you're a sorry looking guy like me." Tad opined. "Not necessarily," chided Kali, "I don't think I have mentioned it, but I am really horny and I can't seem to find anyone who will do me." She said with a giggle. "No seriously, I wouldn't argue that statement during college, but when a women gets into the real world the rules change. If a women sleeps with a guy the night they meet or after only a date or two, he dismisses her as a candidate for a long or lasting relationship. So we have to go slow with the guys we are attracted to and only mess around with the guys we know we have no interest in having a relationship. Everything turns around. What's up with that?" She offers. "That is a good point. I never thought of it that way." Tad replies, as Li settles back into his chest wrapping his arms back around her bare torso. "You know Li, that is one thing I have always envied about you. You are so in control of things. I always jumped in the bed with a guy thinking it was sex I wanted, but it was probably just attention or acceptance, I don't know. You always said you were not comfortable with people, like me; but I was probably more that you thought things through and realized that it was more trouble than it was worth getting involved with some guys only physically. "You know Kali," Tad said, "it could be that when relationships are based on sex, like having sex before your really know a person, you seem to stop trying to know them. The only thing that is ever explored is sex. After sex you probably go right to sleep, wake-up and have sex and the whoever goes home. If you start a relationship getting to know and understand a persons wants, needs and feelings, I think you tend to work to fulfill those wants and needs. Then when sex comes along you have another topic to explore and fulfill. For some reason if you don't know a person before sex, you really don't try to get to know them after. It sure seems to me that sex is a great deal better with someone you know and trust than it is with someone you are less comfortable." "You can't be serious. Guys don't sit around thinking about this type of stuff." Said Kali knowing he had hit the proverbial nail on the head. "I bet you're right. How long did you guys date before you slept together?" Kali asked truly interested. "It was six weeks and three days." Li immediately answered. "You know the story, we met at the bar in the Ritz, I knew after 15 minutes that he was going to be my husband. But, you are right, I wanted to do him that night but I knew that would have messed everything up. But, after a month and a half I thought it was time to get busy." She said with a smile putting her head on his shoulder and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I slept with Steve the night we met, but WOW what a night that was in his hot tub in the dead of winter. But, I won't bore you with the details." "Oh, go ahead and give us the details." Tad said hopefully Li sat there with Tad's arms warming her body and soul. She started thinking of what Kali had said about being lucky to have him. She knew she was, but also realized she seldom thought about it or express her feelings. "Kali, why don't you go ahead and tell Tad about the night I spent in your closet." Kali looked puzzled, "What do you mean?" "Tell us the story of how we concocted the plan to show me your boyfriends willy. It's okay. Tad and I are well beyond being upset about something that happened in college. Especially since I didn't do anything wrong or with another guy." "Well, as I remember…first, Li and I used to share everything. She would tell me about her classes and how she aced her tests and I would give her the details of how I did my boyfriends." She said with a smile. "As I remember, this guy had a really big unit. I used to tell her how big it was and she never seemed to understand or believe the actual size. So I decided she needed to see it. Our plan was to have her hide in the closet and I would get his pants off so she could see it. Then I was suppose to send him to the bathroom or something so she could sneak back to her room. Well, I thought she needed to see how sex was done, thinking she would enjoy it, I always thought she needed get crazier. She was entirely too serious. So instead of having him leave I left her in the closet to watch us. So it really wasn't her fault that she watched us." "Yes that is true, but I want you to tell us the story. What did you do with him?" Li requested as she brought Tad's hand up under her breasts and forced his hands to gently squeeze her. "You want the details of what happened…of what we did," Kali asked confused? "Yes, give us the blow by blow so to speak," she said with a grin. "We want to hear how you did it." Tad was confused at his wife's sudden turn around but he was also very intrigued. He wanted very much to play with her firm breasts and was very interested in hearing the sex story as told by Kali. Kali looked into the eyes of her friends and decided it might be interesting to see how they react to a steamy story. "Well, as I remember, after I got him into the room we started kissing and feeling each other. He ran his hands up and down my body and lightly rubbed my nipples. Then dropped his hands to my rear and slid his hands down the back of my pants to squeeze my butt while he pulled my close so I could feel his hard cock through his pants. I remember we stood there for a few minutes and kissed as we rubbed our crotches together. That is when I decided he was hard and I wanted to show Li, I reached down and undid his pants and pulled his shorts to the floor. I remember wondering what Li thought. I wondered if she was excited looking at him." At this point while describing her acts she noticed that Tad was playing with Li's breast beneath the blanket. This made her excited and she realized that her own nipples became hard and were begging to be touched. "I then knelt in front of him and started messaging his balls as I stroked him in a long slow motion." She moved her hand up and down with her fingers cupped as if she were holding the member at this moment. She then noticed that Li, adjusted her position and she reach behind her to grab Tad's penis. Their eyes met, Li made no attempt to conceal what she was reaching for. The thought of a hard cock only a few feet from her made her hips grind the floor as she talked. She could feel the heat building and wetness making itself known. Kali continued, "as I stroked it up and down I started to lick the underside of the head, flicking it really, trying to touch it as lightly as I could. I love to watch it jump when I tease. Then I took the end of the head in my mouth and sucked it while I licked the little "v" right under the hole. That always drives men crazy." Li, rubbed her thumb on the exact position that Kali was describing. Kali could see Tad's eyes and knew he was enjoying the sensation and found herself wishing she had a real one, to show them how she did. She longed for the contact, the taste, the smell, the passion. "Then I put it in my mouth and started going up and down with my mouth and my hand while I pulled on his balls." She unconsciously opened her mouth and bobbed her head while moving her hand in perfect rhythm while the other hand held her blanket close to her body. Tad then worked his right hand down Li's tight stomach and ran his finger across the little patch of hair. As he was trying to gauge if she was going to go further he could feel the heat of her body. She made no attempt to remove his hand, in fact she slightly whimpered and tilted her pelvis to provide greater access to her wet heat. He lightly ran his finger across the hood and down the valley, she let out a audible moan as she lay her head back on his shoulder and kissed his neck. As he moved his hand down her stomach, the blanket fell to Li's lap exposing her full breasts and erect nipples. Tad continued to pinch and tease her left breast. To Kali, it was obvious what Tad was doing with his other hand beneath the blanket. Kali, sitting with her legs crossed and her blanket wrapped from the back could no longer resist the temptation to touch herself. Beneath the blanket she began squeezing her breast and rolling the nipple between her forefinger and thumb as she continued her story. "I could tell he was getting close, I wanted so much to taste his cum," she continued. "I began sucking harder as I stroked him harder and faster. He match my movements by thrusting his cock down my throat." Tad moved his other hand to Li's lower region to pull back the hood of her clitoris and directly rub the hot erect nub below. Li brought her hands to her breasts and began squeezing from the base of each luscious mound working toward the hardened nipples where she finished the movement with a firm twisting pinch. Kali, lost the last of her inhibition and allowed her blanket to drop as she matched Li's movement on her own breasts. Li raised her head and the girls eyes met and a slight smile emerged on Li's face. The warm touch of her lover and erotic words of her friend had brought her to a new level of excitement. She was consumed with her desire. "Oh Kali, tell me what happened next. Please don't stop," she begged. Kali pushed her blanket to the side exposing the beautiful area between her legs. The hair was shaved in a triangle above the protective cover of her clitoris and the lips were swollen, red and open like a flower in a spring rain. Her hand slid to the base of the opening and touch her wetness before she inserted her middle finger deep inside herself as she stared into Li's eyes she gasp with the penetration. She raised her wet finger to her mouth and rested it on her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth as she pretended it was the instrument she had been discussing. As she slowly backed her finger from her lips, she continued. "I wanted to be touched so bad, so I pushed him on the bed and lay down beside him. I lightly ran my finger nails from his balls up the shaft to the tip of his cock as it jumped with anticipation. He had clear cum oozing from the head. I smeared the sticky juice all around the head of his cock and licked the head as I raised my leg high in the air," with this she shifted to her side and raised her knee spreading her legs for her partners to view her open, excited sex. "then I inserted my finger deep in pussy like this." As she inserted her finger inside herself and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. "As I fingered myself I began stroking him faster and faster while I sucked the head. I could feel his balls start to release his cum, as he started to explode inside me I took my finger into my mouth to taste our sex together. It tasted so good." She then brought her dripping finger back to her mouth and sucked her finger in long slow stokes as if it were her lovers penis delivering cum to her hungry mouth. Li leaned forward and pulled Tad's legs so they were extended between her legs. Tad pulled his swim shorts down to his knees as Li removed them the rest of the way and threw them to the side. She then reached between her legs, directed his hard member to the opening between her legs rubbing it on her clitoris, and placed the head into her greedy opening. Kali's eyes were fixed on Li's wet sex as she sat on him totally engulfing him as she said in a hoarse, near hypnotic voice "oh yes, you are so hard. God I am so wet." Li slowly began to rock back and forth as she watch Kali move her fingers in and out of herself. With her legs on either side of Tad she began to raise herself in the air pulling him from her with only the tip remaining in contact with her glistening love, then she would slowly, ever so slowly lower herself back down. Kali watched wide-eyed trying to time her orgasm to theirs. Li and Kali's eyes met, "Kali would you lick us, would you taste us? I would love to feel your hot tongue lick my clit." Kali leaned forward and took Li's breasts in each hand. "Li, you are so beautiful. I have always thought you were so beautiful." She said as she pushed her tongue on Li's nipple and pinched and rolled the other. Kali slid her right hand down Li's stomach feeling her smooth tanned skin and lightly scratched the patch of hair above her clitoris. Kali then lowered herself to Li's lap and cupped Tad's balls as she lightly flicked her tongue at Li's clit. Tad let out a moan and brought his foot up to Kali's wet pussy. She met the touch of his foot and pushed her hips to the floor and began grinding firmly. Kali's brought her left hand up to Li's hood and pulled it back exposing the enlarged button. Her right hand lightly touched the very end as she lowered her head between Tad's legs and licked his balls taking one, and then the other into her mouth and sucked gently. Continuing to expose Li's clit with her left hand she brought her mouth back to Li's swollen clit and began sucking. Li said, "Oh yeah that's it, do that, suck it, suck me and make me cum." As she began to grind Tad with abandon. She was ready to cum, "OH, OH, OH" said Li as Kali squeezed Tad's balls. Tad was on the edge, that was what he needed to push him over the top. She could feel the familiar contraction as it pushed his cum up through his cock into Li. They both came together mixing there cum as Kali sucked and licked their combined sex. The Escape Li sat up pulling Tad's hard cock from her and laid back on his chest with her legs spread wide. Tad's semi-hard member was positioned in front of her trembling hole. Kali stroked his penis as she descended her face into Li's open pussy licking and sucking their combined cum from deep within her. Then she moved her tongue up to Li's clitoris and licked it feverishly as she inserted a finger in her open pulsating vagina and Tad reached his hands around Li and manipulated her hard nipples. Kali continued the licking and pumping her finger in and out of Li until she came again in a loud trembling orgasm. As the last waves of ecstasy subsided, Li looked down to see Kali sucking and licking on Tad's completely hard member as Kali reached between her legs and fingered herself. Li pulled herself up on her elbows and drew Kali toward her so they both were sitting upright facing each other. Li reached between Kali's legs and stroked Tad's penis as she pushed Kali into position over it. Kali understood the maneuvering and slower lowered herself on the hot organ lubricated with the cum of their sex. Kali and Li's eyes stared intently at each other as she impaled herself on him. She tried to speak, she wanted to say something, but she couldn't. She began to slowly rock back and forth on Tad penis with her mouth open as her juices ran down over his balls, down the valley of his rear and pooled on the floor below. As Li reached her hands towards Kali's breasts, Kali grabbed them and thrust them upon her. She wanted so much to be touched by this beautiful woman she had just tasted. Together they toyed with her nipples and squeezed the globes together. Kali then took Li's right hand and guided it towards her sex. Their eyes still fixated on each other as Li's fingers reached Kali's hooded clitoris and started slowly rolling it under her fingers. Kali threw her head back and released a loud moan of desire and pleasure. As Li pulled the hood back with her left hand her mouth descended upon Kali's breast and took her nipple into her mouth. Tad laying motionless beneath the gasping beauties could see only Li's electrified opening hovering above his face. Try as he might he could only reach it with his fingers and he began lightly and slowly encircling the gorgeous sight with the tip of his index finger. But, Li wanted to concentrate on her new found courage and concentrate on the soft beauty before her and she reached back and pushed his hand away. Kali was totally taken with the moment, her hips mechanically gyrated to produce maximum contact with the hard member between her legs. Then she realized she wanted something else, she slowly rose from Tad's engulfed cock and lay back on the floor pulling Li on top of her. Their lips met for the first time in a gentle kiss of exploration that grew to something energized with passion. They laid together for a moment each enjoying the touch of the other, grinding their wetness, lost in their newfound togetherness. Li knew what Kali wanted. She lowered herself down Kali's body pausing at her heaving chest to nibble and lick her protruding nipples before descending to the openness between her legs. She began by running her fingernails down Kali's thighs to her knees and back up as she absorbed the aroma emitting from her sex. She then lightly ran her index finger across the lips which produced and loud groan from her friend. She then took the lips of her vagina and rubbed them together between her forefinger and thumb enjoying the effortless glide. The time had come; she lowered her head between Kali's legs and at the last moment looked up at her friend lover. Their eyes met, their gaze held for what seemed like an eternity before Li lightly flicked her tongue across the now exposed clitoris. The flicking gave way to passionate licking then sucking as her finger delved deep inside her soaking opening. As much as she wanted the wonderful sensation to last, Kali's orgasm could not be delayed. The spasms started in her stomach and Li knew instinctively what to do to maximize the sensation. She released her touch from Kali's breast and lowered to her clitoris where she firmly rubbed it in large slow circles, with her other hand she pumped in and out of her pussy meeting each of Kali's thrusts in perfect rhythm and licked the full length of her exposed pussy as the juice poured from the opening. As Kali's orgasm built Li felt Tad's hard manhood enter her from behind. Almost immediately she too was overtaken by the contractions of an intense orgasm and began moaning as she tasted the sweet sex. The moans only added to the stimulation of Kali who now was wreathing uncontrollably beneath her. The erotic moans and smell of raw sex pushed Tad to deliver his seed deep inside his wife as the three finished in a panting heap on the floor. The three lovers lay motionless for minutes, then Li looked over to Kali and looked deep into her soul and said, "God isn't it wonderful when you truly love someone?" Kali pulled her close, smiled softly and released a content sighed before drifting into a peaceful sleep. The Escape "My wife thinks I'm at work," I said, deciding to go for broke and tell the big-titted blonde in the tiny black bikini the truth, "but I've got a room at that hotel there. Want to come up to it and get fucked by a married man?" Her golden skin glistening in the mid-morning Atlantic sun, the curvaceous beach bunny tilted her sunglasses down and squinted her blue eyes up at me, as though momentarily considering my lewd offer. I could already imagine myself unloading the contents of my swollen balls between her pink, pouty lips. Then she laughed cruelly and rolled over on her taut stomach, the thin, ebony string of her microscopic thong bisecting the full, tanned mounds of her buttocks. I turned and padded up the sand toward the hotel, glancing back occasionally to wistfully ogle that beautiful ass and worrying that I might have risked both my job and my marriage to drive out here to the coast for nothing. I certainly wasn't looking forward to driving all the way back home nursing the aching hard-on I'd been sporting since first spying the buxom Barbie doll sunning her nearly naked body, nor did I savor the idea of capping my unplanned excursion off with a quick and unsatisfying jerk-off in my room. Thankfully, the petite brunette prostitute in the hotel bar was far more receptive to my little sob story about suburban malaise and needing a real woman to remind me what it meant to be a man. She wasn't as voluptuous as the flaxen-haired bimbo on the beach, but she had all the right parts in all the right places. She was lean and cute, small tits perky and pointy beneath the tight fabric of the blue mini-dress that brought out a mischievous sparkle in her big, smoky eyes. The bottom of the dress barely covered the perfectly round hills of her heart-shaped ass, and the alabaster legs that stretched from high hem to three-inch stiletto heels were toned and defined like a dancer's. Long, dark hair that cascaded halfway down her back and a wide, full-lipped mouth completed the appealing picture. If I was going to have to pay for it, I could do a hell of a lot worse. She said her name was Sarah, and she wasted no time indicating her eagerness to give me the sort of experience I was looking for, in exchange for fair monetary compensation. As she was leaning close and discreetly running her hand over the throbbing bulge in my pants right there in the dimly lit bar, she quoted a figure into my ear which I knew would drain my wallet of the last of the cash I'd withdrawn from the ATM that morning. But under the circumstances, with her fingers and palm skillfully rubbing and squeezing my rock-hard dick through the fabric of my slacks, I was in no mood or position to negotiate. I'd come to the coast looking for a little life-affirming infidelity, and Sarah was offering me a deal I simply could not refuse. I happily paid in advance. We rode the elevator up to my room on the seventh floor, Sarah sticking close to my side during the ascent and continuing her exquisite massage of my engorged member through my pants. Part of me knew that her enthusiasm for working my cock was simply her priming me for a fast release once we got upstairs, so she could get out and get back to her bar stool as quickly as possible. Still, I was not about to resist. If she ended up milking the cum from my nuts with her left hand right there in the elevator, before we ever made it to the room, I could still go back to my dreary day-to-day life knowing I'd gotten a mind-blowing public handjob from a beautiful stranger when I was supposed to be sifting through a crushing mountain of tedious paperwork and dying an agonizingly slow death behind a cheap desk. It wouldn't be quite as good a memory as grabbing a handful of her black hair and pumping my seed into her tight ass, or plastering her spritely boobs with creamy ejaculate, but it still wouldn't be a bad way to end my impromptu personal day. Just when I was certain her skilful hand ministrations were going to leave me with an empty billfold and a sticky stain on the inside of my boxers, the elevator bell rang and the doors opened to the seventh floor hallway. I hurried Sarah to room 714, ushering her inside and locking the door behind us. No sooner had I set the deadbolt and turned around than the raven-haired harlot was squatting in front of me, unzipping my fly and wresting my stiff rod from my pants. "Mmm," she purred as she considered it. "What a nice cock!" Sincere or not, it was a sweet thing to say about my relatively average-sized erection, and ordinarily I'd have given her high marks for the extra friendly customer service. At that moment, however, I wasn't interested in hearing her talk about my dick. I was interested in feeling her suck on it. I grabbed the back of her pretty little head and forced my tool between her lips, sliding it as far down her throat as I could go before she could protest. To her credit, she neither gagged nor resisted. She simply let the fat, curved staff slide over her tongue and into her warm, wet gullet, humming as though the reddened, inflated meat was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted, her pert little nose burrowing into my curly pubic hair. The initial thrust into her mouth made her involuntarily hold her hands up in surprise, but as she began to slowly slide my boner in and out of her sucking oral canal, the fingers of her left hand encircled the shaft and pumped in time with her lips while those of her right set about massaging my ball sack through the crotch of my pants. My wife Emily rarely went down on me anymore, believing as many women seem to that blowjobs are things single girls do to catch a man, rather than something married women do to keep one satisfied. Though my betrothed had been reasonably skilled and spirited in the fellatio department in the early days of our relationship, performing the act with gusto and routinely sucking me off when I least expected such attention, the few headjobs I'd gotten at home in recent years were administered with all of the enthusiasm and technique she put into washing dishes or mopping the floor. These days it was all a singular in-and-out proposition, monotonous and mechanical head-bobbing (always in the bedroom, lying prone on the bed) with very little use of her hands and the occasional grunt or curt exhalation implying that I needed to hurry up and finish or I might end up left to my own devices. Though occasionally fantasizing about other women while Emily blew me was always a part of our sex life, it had become a necessity in recent years, because it was hard to maintain my arousal - much less build to a climax - when the person going down on me clearly took no joy whatsoever in the endeavor. Sarah, on the other hand, displayed no such distaste for swallowing my dick. Indeed, she took her time savoring the thing, humming and moaning softly as she drew it in and out of her velvet mouth with excruciating deliberateness. Her little tongue snaked and slithered around the underside of my manhood, gliding over bulging veins and electrified nerve endings, probing for the most sensitive spots and remaining on each as long as possible before setting out to locate more. Each time she pulled her lips back over the purple-red flesh, her lips left a fine film of slick, warm saliva, and the trailing fingers of her left hand used that silky spit as lube to facilitate their own gentle milking of the bloated shaft. Her right hand gently cupped and kneaded at the testicles dangling below, rhythmically stoking the man-milk within to the point of boiling over. Standing there with my back against the door, fingers clutching at the back of Sarah's head, cock plunging in and out of her suctioning mouth, balls and shaft being meticulously primed for firing by pumping, stroking fingers, I wanted nothing more than to let go of the volcanic pressure building within my rod and let a sackful of viscous cream explode right into the hooker's hungry belly. I may have even said the words "I'm going to cum!" aloud, though I was so delirious with pleasure at that moment that I still can't be entirely sure. All I know for certain is that just a few more strokes of those magnificent lips and that clenched left fist and I was going to cum harder than I'd ever cum before. Sarah suddenly stopped, releasing my dick and looking up at me. "No," she said, a cunning smile on her face. "What?" I muttered, shocked. "You can't just leave me hanging!" She shook her head. "Oh, I'm not going to leave you hanging," she said, rising from her squatting position. "I just want you to get your money's worth. And I think I know just the thing for a neglected husband whose life has gotten a little dull!" She quickly pulled the little blue dress up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing a tight, compact hourglass frame that suddenly made me wonder if I was underpaying for her services. Her dark pink nipples were fat and rock hard, her areolas perfectly round, silver dollar-sized circles centered on firm, natural little breasts. Her stomach was even more taut and beautiful than that of the blonde beach babe who'd rejected me a short time earlier, the muscles clearly defined but not overly hard or rigid. Stripped down to only a pair of light yellow panties, her hips looked even more rounded and inviting. She peeled the panties off and dropped them onto the floor, revealing an exquisitely tapered, neatly trimmed diamond of dark, curly hair, pointing down toward the light pink lips of her pussy. "Follow me," she said with a wink, turning and heading toward the sliding glass balcony doors, her thick little butt wiggling as she walked. I was confused, but there was no way in Hell I was going to argue with a gorgeous naked woman while my aching cock was standing on the brink of a Category 10 eruption. I followed her out onto the seventh floor balcony, where I found her standing bent over the railing, legs spread a little wider than her shoulders, gorgeous bare ass, glistening snatch, and pretty face all smiling back at me. "If you want to fuck me, married man," she said, "you're going to have to fuck me out here, where the whole damned world can see you do it!" I looked around, seeing vacationers lounging on the balconies of their rooms in the adjacent hotel, spying couples and families walking and driving around the grounds below, spotting various swimmers and sunbathers (including the big-breasted blonde) frolicking and relaxing on the beach. Fishing and sailing boats cruised by in both directions just out to sea. A twin engine airplane passed over head, trailing a banner advertising a local surf shop. About a mile away, a Coast Guard chopper buzzed over the pier. I looked around and saw that a luscious, naked brunette I'd never seen before in my life was standing spread-eagle on the deck outside my room in broad daylight, begging for me to fill her full of my erect manhood until we both came in full view of God and everyone, and I smiled. In 43 years of life on Earth, I'd never been hornier, and never felt more alive. When I pressed the fat crown of my dick into the folds of her tiny little puss, Sarah gasped, and I was certain this time that the reaction was a real one. Undoubtedly, she'd had bigger cocks than mine before, and she'd probably done wilder things than get reamed from behind in public. But it was obvious at that moment that this wasn't just a prostitute; this was a woman who worked in the sex business because, deep down inside, she really loved sex. "Oh, yeah," she uttered breathlessly as I pushed my thick prick past the clenching outer muscles of her twat, stretching them and forcing my way in. "Ram that big, beautiful fucking cock up into me!" Needing no further coaxing, I grabbed her hips and thrust forward as hard as I could, burying my engorged manhood as deep in her smooth, slick vaginal sheath as it could possibly go. The sensation was so intense it bordered on pain, my poor dick so badly in need of relief that the constricting walls of her cunt sent waves of electric pleasure pulsing through my entire body. "Fuck yeah, baby!" Sarah grunted, through gritted teeth as I drove it in to the hilt. "You're gonna fuck that pussy good! You're gonna fuck me 'til I cry, right here in front of everyone!" With one hand still gripping the railing for support, she reached under with the other and again clutched at my balls through my pants. I let go of her waist long enough to undo my belt and pants, letting them fall down around my ankles. With the slacks out of the way, her probing fingers found their way into the opening on my boxers and pulled out my heavy nut sack, squeezing urgently at the bloated testes. "Fill me up with that sweet cream!" she growled, and that was all I could take. Gritting my teeth, I once again gripped her hips and started thrusting my hammer in and out of her hot box as hard and fast as I possibly could. In and out I went, driving harder and harder, trying to make her scream, pounding her dripping hole so hard I worried for a second we might break the railing off and both fall to our deaths. She bucked and thrust back onto me, urging me to go faster and deeper, shouting full throat for all to hear how much she loved my beautiful cock and how she couldn't wait to pull it out and thank it for the great fucking it was giving her by sucking a second load of cum from my balls. As the pressure built inside me like an atom bomb ready to go off, the delicious pumping of her gripping snatch muscles filling my dick just below the head with cum ready to blast forth at any second, I could see people down below and on the balconies across the lot turning to watch us. Their attention only made me more excited, and I started joining in Sarah's verbal orgy with filthy expletives of my own. "That cunt feels so fucking good!" I roared, hammering away at it faster and faster. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back sharply. "You love that dick, don't you, you fucking filthy whore?" "Yes, baby," she moaned, squeezing the balcony's metal rail so tightly that the knuckles of both her tiny hands turned bright white. "I love your goddamn dick! I can't get enough of your fucking dick! I'm gonna fucking cum!" One couple from the adjacent hotel hurried inside when they saw us, shocked by our brazenness. Another guy, a couple of floors up from them, took out his own stiff pecker and started furiously beating it as he gawked wide-eyed at our carnal theatrics. I thought I could faintly here someone far below us talking to the police on their cell phone. Sarah let out a wailing, animalistic moan that didn't sound at all as if it were for the benefit of our shocked audience, and her petite little body abruptly shuddered like she were having a seizure. A stream of disconnected, guttural profanity spilled from her open mouth, "Fuck fuck shit fuck goddamn fuck shit..." spewing out through clenched teeth as every muscle in her little frame simultaneously locked itself in full tension, held for a long, breathless moment, and then released. Her body slumped as though she wanted to collapse to the floor, but I kept hold of her hips, continuing to assault her cum-soaked slit with my thrusting manhood. As her orgasm subsided, I ramped up my pace and ferocity even more, wanting her to know that she wasn't done getting fucked until I was done fucking her. I wanted to fuck her raw, to make it hurt, make her take the rest of the day off and feel it for the rest of the week. I wanted to unload both five years of marital frustration and boredom and the full contents of my balls into her helpless little cunt. When I came - and I was so close it was agonizing - I wanted her to feel it, too. Sarah gasped and squealed and shrieked as I pounded away at her, driving her into the railing, pushing my swelling rod deeper and deeper into the soaked depths of her womanhood. My cum was gathering, roiling, churning inside, ready to spew out into her. "So good..." she muttered between sharp cries. "...so good... AAAH... never came with a john... UNH... before... OOOHHH..." I looked down at the lovely heart shape of her flushed ass cheeks as my piston slammed in and out of her pussy, its veined shaft coated with the creamy white juice of her orgasming snatch, and I wished I could just keep fucking her forever. But the maddening pressure in my cock was too much, and the pulsing, jolting pleasure of each stroke into her cooze canal was pushing me to the very edge of total meltdown. I quickly pulled my dick from her twat with an audible pop and stepped back, spinning her around and pushing her down to her knees. Through her delirious bliss, she grinned happily up at me, knowing exactly what I had in mind. She reached up and grabbed my massive hard-on with both hands, moving her nose to within a half inch of the opening at the tip and pumping furiously with every ounce of energy she had left. The world went white for a mind-reeling instant, a thunderous explosion in the head of my dick sending shockwaves of furious ecstasy slamming through my body, and jet after jet of thick, ivory goo fired out of my tool and onto her waiting face. It splattered across her eyes and her cheeks, spraying onto her smiling lips, into her hair, and even across her cute little left ear. She kept right on tugging at me until I had no more to give, the syrupy contents of my man-bag dripping from her face like custard from the mug of a contestant in a pie-eating contest. "Feel better, sweetie?" Sarah asked, giving my depleted balls a grateful little lick with her tongue. I sure did. We got out of there quickly, Sarah doing the best she could to get all the semen from her face and hair before pulling her dress on and dashing out to ensure she wouldn't be around if any cops or hotel managers showed up. It wasn't until a few seconds after she gave me a little peck on the cheek and dashed out of the room that I realized she'd left half the money I'd paid her down in the bar on the nightstand, with the words "Orgasm Discount!" and a smiley face written in lipstick on the top bill. I grinned and hurriedly finished dressing, racing out and down the fire escape just as the elevators opened and hotel security started down the corridor toward my room. Having paid cash for the room in advance, under a false name, I knew all I had to do was get in my car and drive away, and no one would be the wiser. Of course, I'd have to hurry to make it back home in time to feign having actually gone to work that day, and I'd probably have to scrimp and save on the side for a while and skip a few lunches in order to replace what I'd spent in the checking account before Emily discovered it was gone. At that moment, however, with my satisfied dick still humming from Sarah's hot mouth and sweet little pussy, I wasn't worried about getting caught. All I could think about was how good it felt to act like a man again, and if it would be possible to get my cock into one of my wife's holes that night without first washing the smell and taste of another woman's cunt off of it. The Escape The escape had been planned for months and just waited the right set of circumstances to put into operation. I was approaching the mid point of my sentence and was not eager to escape having convinced myself that the second set of years would pass faster than the first. Trouble was I was involved whether I wished it or not, so rather than being associated with a botched attempt, I formulated a plan to give the best chance of success. There were three of us in the cell and killers all. Aldo was forty, over six foot four and at least twice my body weight. He had killed four times. The first happened years ago when he was in still his twenties. Working as a docker he had beaten another man to death but when medical evidence at the trial showed to victim to have had an unusually thin skull, the charge was dropped to manslaughter and he only served two years. This was sufficient to turn him to a life of crime spent mainly as a strong-arm bully boy. For some reason, armed with a pump action shotgun he decided to rob a bank on his own and for a time the robbery went amazingly well. Hitting the bank just after nine o'clock he found only two customers inside and these he forced to lie on the floor. He then had all the cashiers come up and deposit the contents of their drawers into a black bin bag that he had taken with him. A measure of his early luck was the fact that three new customers entered the bank while the robbery was in progress but, instead of running back outside to raise the alarm, they simply lay down on the floor with the others without having been ordered to do so. At this point, there was a good haul for very little effort but both greed and stupidity now entered the equation. Unaware that anything was wrong, the manager emerged from his office carrying a bunch of keys and this inspired Aldo to order him to open the main safe. While the harassed official hastened to comply, one of the cashiers got brave and started sneaking his hand towards the alarm button. When he spotted this, instead of just repeating his threat, Aldo blasted the man, triggering the alarm anyway when a random pellet struck the button. Panicked by the shot the manager turned and ran only to be rewarded with a barrel of shot in his back from close range. With no option other than flight, Aldo ran outside scattering bank notes behind him and then, seeing police round his car, he tried to run across a busy road. One driver, slamming on the brakes, brought his vehicle to a half less than a foot away but paid for these fast reactions with his life. Without thoughts of gratitude, Aldo ran to the side of the car, fired a shot through the window, then dragged the body clear before driving away himself. All three deaths were so pointless because the fugitive was apprehended before he had travelled ten miles. He was serving life with a minimum tariff of twenty-five years. Rick was a 30 year old psychopath, claimed a body count of six females and was the worst kind of serial sex killer. In height, at 5' 10, he was a couple of inches taller than me but slim and lithe. He was also very quick. A very ugly man, he had an unmistakable resemblance to a rodent and was universally known as 'rat face' - but always behind his back. You see he had a chiv or knife, painstaking created in the workshops from a piece of bed iron, thin and ending in a vicious point and with both sides of the blade honed to razor sharpness. It had a rudimentary handle of masking tape and twine. He wore it in a sheath of flesh coloured tape bound round his leg with the outside cunningly covered with body hairs. It was so well done that he could stand all but the most rigorous type of body search without fear that it might be discovered. He had been convicted of two murders and two others were known to be his work but without the necessary proof. He bragged about killing two more, in fact he bragged about everything that he had done. For years I had to listen to the humiliations that he had inflicted on his victims and many nights lay in my bunk sickened to the stomach. Some say that criminality is in the genes - well if that gene could be identified, I think that men like him should be drowned at birth. He held the first girl captive in a derelict house for 48 hours and the hid her body under the floorboards where she probably remains still. The other crime not tied to him occurred in France. Coming across a couple in a lover's lane, he took the girl away at knife point leaving her companion tied up. Returning later, he told the boyfriend what a good fuck she had been - then slit his throat as well for good measure. Rick was serving life with no possibility of parole. Now to me - yes I am a killer too but I take no pride in it and, quite apart from the prison sentence, I would give anything for it not to have happened. I am thirty-five now and when it happened I was working in insurance. I had been married for seven years to a very attractive wife and we had a beautiful four year old daughter who was the light of my life. For the first three years of the marriage things were perfect but after Alice was born things changed, although Jane loved her every bit as much as I. Research led me to believe that my wife started suffering from a rare post-natal effect of which the nearest equivalent in layman's terms is 'nymphomania'. In short, she started going with other men - lots of men. Night after night, she would slip into bed beside me with their stench upon her and their cum oozing out of her onto our sheets. It had started so suddenly that I hoped it would end the same way so I never reproached her and even went out of my way to be extra loving. Gradually, things changed and I realised that instead of just random pick-ups, she was sticking largely to one man. I gathered that he started coming to the house while I was at work because Alice started referring to 'Uncle Ronnie', then one day she climbed onto my lap and asked innocently, 'Why does Mummy always get tired and need to lie down whenever Uncle Ronnie comes?' I investigated, found out who he was and where he lived but apart from that continued to keep a watching brief. One day I returned from work to find an empty house and a note waiting for me. It read:- Dear Jed. I am leaving you. I've fallen in love with another man and I want to make a new life with him. I know that I have treated you badly in the past but Ronnie has helped me overcome the problems that made me behave that way. I am taking Alice to live in Australia with him. I have taken my clothes and a few things but apart from that I want nothing. The house is yours and I will make no demands on you. Sorry. Jane. PS. I will send you photo's of Alice. It was the word 'Australia' that got to me. To be honest, I was about at the end of my tether with Jane and could have been relieved to see her go but the thought of my little girl at the other side of the world filled me with blind panic. Clutching the note in my hand I went to where I knew he lived and started hammering on the door. I saw my wife peeping out of a side window but no-one came to the door. Then, when further knocking again brought no response, in a rage I kicked the door open and ran in. A larger man than me emerged from a kitchen to face me across the room and I could see that he had a knife in his hand. Ignoring the weapon I snarled, "Where is she?" and advanced towards him. "She doesn't want to see you," he said but by then we were close. In retrospect, I realise that he was a soft as me and very frightened but I couldn't see it then. He made a movement with the knife but I grabbed his wrist and we started grappling. In theory, he should have been stronger but rage probably gave me an edge because I managed to get the knife out of his hand and into my own. Having disarmed him, my intention was to step back and continue to insist that I see my wife but, having lost his means of defence, he panicked and threw himself at me. The knife entered his body and by the most atrocious luck, severed an artery. I called the ambulance and stayed with him trying to stem the bleeding but that did not seem to count for much at my trial. With all the blood and stuff, the only prints remaining on the weapon were mine but the most damning fact was that the knife belonged to me. As a wedding present we had been given six extra sharp kitchen knives and this was one of the set. This was one of the 'things' that Jane had mentioned taking but, filled with hate because I had killed the man she now loved, my wife swore to the contrary. The prosecution case was simple - filled with jealous rage and armed with a vicious knife, I had gone to the home of my rival with murder in my heart. Sadly for me the jury found no reason to differ from this interpretation of the facts and I was sentenced to life with a minimum ten years to serve. In their wisdom the prison authorities have a policy of banging up killers together so for more than four years I have been confined with the two specimens of humanity detailed above, sometimes for twenty-three hours a day. For the escape to work, it was imperative that there should be only one warder on duty in our section of the block. Now since the regulations specifically prohibited this it was an almost impossible condition to fulfil. It did happen but rarely, always random and in response to some passing emergency. This was no use to us because we needed at least some small intimation in advance for preparations and thus far we had always been taken by surprise. It happened that during the previous fortnight, the prison had been struck by an epidemic of influenza which struck down the inmates in droves but left the screws strangely immune. It was galling to see them strutting about showing scant sympathy for the plight of the cons. Then, as if by magic the situation reversed and almost overnight the staffing fell to a skeleton level. Not only were the usual two man teams reduced to one man throughout the jail but the general minimal manning gave the rest of our plan more prospect of success than we could legitimately have expected. The only fly in the ointment was that it had started snowing like crazy outside but we were unlikely ever to get this kind of opportunity again. I smeared tomato ketchup purloined from the kitchen across the front of my shirt and lay on the floor moaning. At the same time, Rick started banging on the cell door and shouting "Man down", at the top of his voice. As hoped, the screw ran up, looked through the peep hole and then, provoked by my apparently desperate condition, unlocked the door and came in. At that point, Rick showed him the knife and that gave time for Aldo time to move from his position behind the door and grab the screw from the rear. Now the plan was for him to just subdue the guard so that we could tie him up but I had entertained the doubt all along whether Aldo intended to leave him alive. Whatever the big man's intentions, Ricky settled the matter by sticking his knife into the guards stomach. Now this was sheer stupidity because the plan called me to wear the guard's uniform as the essential element in getting us out. While they stripped the body, I undressed and then donned the discarded uniform, suffering a feeling of distaste when my fingers touched the red mess on the front which was not certainly not ketchup. The beds had been stripped in readiness, so now my two compatriots picked up blankets and pillows and preceded me down the corridor. I followed with hat pulled low, carrying a pillow myself to conceal the bloodied tunic and jangling keys noisily. I hoped to give the impression that I was simply marching them to a different cell and that's how it worked out because, after negotiating several corridors, we reached the prison garage without hindrance. The final part was simplicity itself. With my uniformed self driving and the other two under the blankets in the back of the prison van, one pip of the horn opened the gates to us and freedom. Over the months we had endlessly discussed how much petrol would be in the vehicle we took and thus how many miles we could get before it ran out. In the event, that was academic because we found ourselves irretrievably stuck in a snow drift before we had travelled three miles. With the prison behind, a town ahead and only the coast to the right, we took the only route available and struck off on foot into the mountains. I was better equipped to face the weather for the uniform was far better than their cell denims. I was also glad that I had taken the trouble to claim the dead man's boots because, although slightly on the large side, they were far sturdier than prison issue footwear. All three of us wore a couple of blankets each with one draped over our heads so that, from a distance, we must have looked like trio of monks. There was nil visibility so we could do nought except put down our heads and plod steadily forward. With some foresight, I had made myself a crude magnet and this did ensure that we were travelling in a more or less straight line and not round in circles. It was on this trek that Aldo's bulk and strength proved vital for he took the lead with it far easier for us following in his footsteps. For the earlier hours, although the snow piled up on us and had to be periodically shaken loose, it did not penetrate our clothes unduly but this changed when the weather switch first to sleet and then to rain. Very quickly we were all soaked to the skin. A lot of the time we were knee deep in snow but in exposed places there was better going. Trouble was, these stretches always ended in deep drifts that we had to flounder through. Gradually we moved higher, not deliberately, rather following the line of least resistance. We came to a long slope and had almost finished traversing it when some sixth sense warned me that something was wrong. Looking up the hill I saw a small tree apparently moving towards me so I shouted out "For Christ's sake run." We scrambled the few yards to the protection of a clump of sturdy old pines then turned to see 100 yards of the hillside that we had just crossed, slide away and disappear with a rumble into the ravine below. "Phew, that was lucky," Aldo said and then turned to press on. "Wait," I said. "It was luckier than you think. Anybody tracking us must think that we have gone into the ravine. If they don't find any tracks on this side of the slip it will look certain and they might stop looking for us." "How the fuck can we walk through snow without leaving tracks, cunt?" Rick sneered. "Look at the ground under the trees," I pointed out. "By zig-zagging we can get quite a way without stepping in snow. Then we look for a stream, it doesn't matter if we go up or down, as long as we step on stone leaving no trace. Wherever we do have to cross snow we try to hide the tracks somehow. If we can manage to do that for even a mile or two, I reckon we could be home free." "He's right," Aldo joined in. "Didn't I tell you he was smart. You two grab one of these broken branches each and drag them behind you as you go." This made our progress a great deal slower but it worked because looking behind us I couldn't easily see where we had been and I reckoned that continuing rain might obliterate the remaining traces. After twelve hours of steady slog with the last three in total darkness, I was very near to the end of reserves. Spotting an overhanging bank ahead I said, "We've got to stop for a rest or I'm going to drop. That bank over there should give us some shelter from the rain for a bit." "Soft shit," Rick muttered but he still started moving towards the bank. Aldo acted more reluctant but his steps too had begun to slow during the previous half hour. We dug out our tins and got cigarettes and that by itself was a boost to morale. After about thirty minutes I felt energy returning to my legs but on the other hand cold was gnawing at me and I felt myself stiffening up. Suddenly Aldo stood up and said," If we push on and don't find a cabin or real shelter we die and if we stay here we die. I say we push on." There was no argument against that so both Rick and I struggled to our feet but had hardly done so when the big man swore and said, "There's a light. The bastards have found us." Involuntarily he had ducked down so I asked, "What kind of light? Is it coming towards us?" "It was kind of orange, a little way up the hill. It didn't seem to be moving." I moved to where he had been standing but lacking his height, I was unable to see over the bank. "Have another look, see what it's doing now," I suggested. "It's just the same, not even wobbling and I can't see any figures near it." After some discussion and moving to a position from which we could all see the light and decided that it had got to be the lighted window of a small cabin. "It's no fucking good to us," Rick gave as his opinion. "The only people in a cabin at this time of year are bound to be hunters and the bastards will all have guns. I vote that we give it a wide berth." "How about I show myself at the door just in the uniform," I suggested. "If the place is crammed with rough looking guys I make some excuse and leave. Otherwise we just play it by ear." "This is why I trust Jed's thinking more than yours pillock brain," Aldo said agreeing to the plan. I stood in front of the door with the other two against the wall on either side. I knocked and after a moment the door opened as far as the chain would allow and the startled face of a young woman peered out. "Prison service," I said, holding forward the identity card that I had found in the pocket of the uniform. The picture on it didn't look a bit me but then neither would the real owner be recognisable after twelve hours exposed to rain and snow. "Some prisoners have escaped and I am warning people in the area," I explained. "You poor man," she said. "You're soaked to the skin. You must come in and get dry; I'll make you something warm to drink." As she spoke, the woman closed the door momentarily, undid the chain then opened it wide. As she did so, we all three rushed in. The pretty woman staggered back in shock and then for an instant all stood in frozen tableau as we assimilated the inside of the cabin and she attempted to understand what had happened. But the next moment, a male figure seemed to hurtle from somewhere to the side. With a flick of his arm, Aldo brushed the man aside, almost like swatting a fly, sending the woman's husband staggering back to bang his head hard against the wall. He fell awkwardly, and we all heard his leg snap with an audible report. The wife looked at her fallen spouse then turned, shouting "Lucy," to run to a small child that I had not previously noticed, and clutched her daughter to her. The little girl was aged about four and reminded me very much of Alice. She gazed at me with big round eyes and in that moment I reverted to a human being and not just an escaped con. My two fellow escapees had dropped their sodden blankets and were stamping around shaking themselves like dogs. "Lady, we have got to do something about your husband's leg," I said softly. "It's going to hurt so best try while he is still unconscious. Have you got something to use as a splint and some binding?" She nodded and ran away to a corner. The child left alone continued to stare at me so I tried a small smile but it elicited no response. The woman returned with some ski sticks and washing line. "If you hold his thigh, I'll pull the leg straight. I do know what I'm doing," I instructed. She moved as ordered but as I grasped the damaged limb, her gaze flicked over the bloody front of my uniform and then she looked into my eyes. "You're not a prison officer are you?" she said. "Sorry," I said. "I am just the same as them." The Escape There was no panic on her face but I could tell from those clear grey eyes that she fully understood the situation that she was in. We straightened the limb and bound the rope round using the sticks to hold it straight. There was some chord left over so I asked Rick to cut it for me. He did so but retained the cut off section and knelt down. For just a moment, I thought that he intended to help but instead he roughly turned the unconscious man over and tied his hands cruelly tight behind him. Aldo called that he had found some snout prompting the man with the knife to quickly join him. In the moment that we were left alone, the woman said urgently, "Please, don't let them hurt Lucy." "She is just the age my little girl was the last time I saw her," I said. "If they try to touch her, they will have to kill me first." She gave me a part smile indicated a degree of trust then stood up and walked determinedly towards the other two. "Gentlemen," she said in a loud clear voice. "I'm Liz and my daughter is called Lucy. If you will try to avoid frightening my little girl, I'll try and make you all a bit more comfortable. First thing is to dig out some dry clothes that you can wear and then I think some warm food is called for." Having thus made a brave attempt to control the situation, she disappeared briskly through a door leading to the back of the cabin. Rick made a move to follow her but Aldo gestured for him to stay where he was. She returned two or three minutes carrying three pairs of trousers and a bundle of assorted shirts. On top of the bundle in her arms were three towels. We were handed a pair of trousers and a towel each but the shirts were left in a pile for us to select our own. Then while we were engaged with her offering, Liz led her daughter to the table, put some books and felt tip pens in front of her and said softly, "Be a good girl and do some colouring darling while I make these nice men something to eat." Having settled the child, she set off back across the cabin but was intercepted by Aldo holding up the trousers he had been given. "No chance," he told her, "I couldn't even get one leg into these." Liz nodded at the obvious truth and said, "I'm afraid that is all we have got - I'll get a blanket, you'll have to make do with that." Returning with the promised covering, she tossed it to him then opened a cupboard and began to take out tins. "I'm doing some soup first to warm you up and then there will be tinned meat and stuff to follow, I hope that will be all right," she informed the three of us in general. We stripped, towelled ourselves dry then Rick and I put on the clothing we had been given but Aldo simply draped the blanket across his shoulders. He stood there with no sense of modesty, displaying his barrel chest covered with matted ginger hair, tree trunk thighs and long penis hanging obscenely between them. Feeling relaxed for the first time in hours I took the opportunity to study the woman. The other two were doing the same. She was aged about 28 and rather exceptionally attractive with shoulder length blonde wavy hair. The rather old fashioned dress that she was wearing could not conceal the fact that she had damn good tits and the short skirt revealed decent legs. Working with quiet efficiency, she opened three tins and tipped the contents into a cooking pot then, after pushing it onto the hot plate, added some other ingredients and started stirring. Less then ten minutes later, she ladled the contents into three dishes and called out "Come and get it" We all grabbed a dish and automatically turned towards the table but, seeing the little girl still busy colouring, of one accord we perched instead on the settee and single armchair to eat off our knees. By the time that we had wolfed down the soup, Liz had placed a coffee table before us on which were, corned beef, ham, cheese, pickles together with home made bread and a butter dish. Despite the soup, I realised that I was still ravenous and for the next few minutes was preoccupied with eating but saw that she had gone to her husband, got him into a sitting position, eased a cushion under him and applied some medication to his head. Having made her wounded spouse as comfortable as possible, Liz did not linger by his side and by the time that the food was all consumed, she had five mugs of coffee lined up on the side. This time she handed out the mugs then removed a cigarette from the packet that Aldo had claimed for his own, lit it and carried one of the coffee mugs over to her husband where she crouched by his side. For the next few minutes she fed him alternate sips of coffee and drags at the cigarette. I didn't see him speak and could not hear anything that she said to him. Mine was not the only gaze fixed upon her. Suddenly she stood up and took a deep breath. Followed by three pairs of eyes, she walked swiftly to extract and light another cigarette, picked up her own coffee mug, then turned to lean boldly on the sink. For several minutes not a word was spoken but there was a new air of tension in the atmosphere. I found that I could not look at Liz because her courage shamed me. Conflicting emotions forced me to stand up and walk to the window where I pulled back the curtain and gazed out into the darkness. I knew what was going to happen next and was not sure if I could handle it. "Hey Jed, the lady is going to show us the rest of the house. Do you want to join the party?" Aldo called out. I looked round to see that he was standing near to the door into the back holding the woman's arm in his big hand. Ricky was positioned just to the right of them, a lascivious grin on his rat face. "Later," I said nodding in the direction of the husband, "Someone has to keep an eye on him." "I can stick him now and then he won't need any watching," Ricky offered taking a step forward. "There's still the kid," I pointed out. "Her as well then," my ex cell mate said, making a gesture to show that it was all the same. "That's not a good idea. If we want to get really friendly that's not going to help is it," I pointed out, putting extra stress on the word 'friendly'. "He's right, leave it," Aldo decided and started backing through the door backwards dragging the woman after him. At this point, having possibly picked up the atmosphere of menace, the little girl panicked and ran to clutch her mother's leg crying, "Mummy, don't leave me." Seeing Ricky's hand move towards his pocket, I called, "Kid, have you ever seen paper dollies?" The child stopped and partially releasing the grip on her mothers skirt, turned to look suspiciously at me. Remembering the name that the mother had mentioned I smiled and said in my friendliest voice, "I've got a little girl just like you Lucy, if you come here I will show you the dollies that I used to make for her." Lucy started walking hesitantly towards me and I could tell from her face that she was intrigued. I have always had an easy rapport with children and it was paying off for me now. I picked up a piece of the scattered paper and started to carefully fold it on my knee having motioned that she should come round and sit on the settee beside me. Seated thus she was unaware that her mother and the two men had left the room. With the paper properly folded, I asked if she knew where there were some scissors at which she ran happily to the table in the corner. On her return I was disappointed to see that the rounded blunt children's scissors in her hand, although adequate for the task in hand, were not the potential weapon that I had hoped for. Having unfolded the hand holding row of figures I passed them to her and suggested that she might like to colour them. "Make every dress a different colour and don't forget to give them all eyes and a mouth," I instructed as she ran eagerly to her colouring pens on the table. Turning my attention to the guy on the floor, I could see that with that stiff leg and hands tied cruelly tight behind him he was lying most awkwardly and was therefore in unnecessary distress. Making him roll slightly to give me access, I managed after a struggle to undo the knot on the cord binding his wrists. He painfully moved his hands round to the front and started massaging circulation back into his wrists. "Thank you so very much," he said. "Nothing to thank me for," I told him brusquely, "I'm going to tie you again - but with your hands in front." "Thank you all the same - for this and for Lucy." He was looking straight into my eyes and I could see that the strain on his face was not caused only by the pain in his leg and head. I retied his arms, looser but still secure. From the expression on his face I could tell that he had cast me in the role of 'good guy' with the hope of rescue that implied so my next action was to quickly disillusion him. Grasping the neck of his shirt a pulled him roughly towards me and then, with my face only inches from his and said harshly, "Don't get any ideas. Don't move, don't speak, don't even look at them when they come back. Those two are real bastards who will snuff you out without thinking and if that happens, don't expect me to help because I am looking after myself. It may come to that anyway but making yourself invisible is your only hope." He just nodded but, believing that my message got through, I said in a gentler voice, I'm doing myself a coffee, do you want one?" With a positive answer, I went to the Aga, checked that the kettle contained water and pushed it onto the hotplate, then started investigating the cupboards. In the first there was a bottle of squash which prompted me to put some in a glass to give to the girl before continuing. In the next cupboard, I found what I was looking for, namely a medical box containing a bottle of Paracetamol. Alongside was a bonus discovery in the shape of 100 cigarettes. I stuffed a pack into my pocket, and then put four tablets into one of the mugs that I had retrieved. With coffee in both, I added plenty of sugar without checking if he liked it sweet then added hot water making sure to give his a good stir. Clumsily but gratefully he accepted the proffered mug, took a sip then leaned back breathing deeply with head resting against the wall and eyes closed. I sat down, placed the mug by my feet, dug out the cigs and removed two. Lighting them both I leaned forward holding one within his reach. "Smoke," I said. He opened his eyes. "Bob, my name's Bob. Thanks." We sat in silence smoking and taking mouthfuls from out mugs. He seemed to be studying my face but every few seconds his eyes flicked to the door leading to the back. I finished my cigarette first and pushed the ashtray over to him near him with my foot. From the way that he moved to stub his butt I thought that the painkillers were taking hold. Still silence reigned but he seemed to have to have abandoned considering me for his eyes were now fixed upon the door through which his wife had disappeared. "They're a long time," he said and I realised that he was looking at me again with a kind of question in his eyes but I just shrugged and said nothing. "What do you think they are doing?" I had no time for self-pretence. "You know damn well what they're doing," I told him. He considered this for a minute and then, with a hopeful note to his voice, started, "Perhaps..." I didn't want this conversation so interrupted cruelly, "There's no perhaps, they haven't been near a woman for five years so use your fucking imagination." He winced visibly at my words and then with clenched his teeth fought to come to grips with reality but despite this effort at control, tears started running down his cheeks and his body heaved with silent sobs. There was nothing more to say so I left him to fight his own mental battle. When the first flush of grief had passed, trying to justify his weakness, he explained, "Anne was a virgin when I married her and I'm certain that she has been faithful since - so there has been no other man until now." I would have respected him more had he kept this information to himself. "So what," I snarled. "A good shag never hurt anyone. You're still alive and if your wife can keep them sweet with her cunt then you might just stay that way." This small speech did the trick. Bob took a deep breath and said, "You're right. I'm sorry." Now I could ease up on him. "It's understandable," I said gently. "The important thing when those two come back is not to throw them any resentful looks. Pretend that you don't realise, act stupid - in fact the best thing is to act as if the knock on the head has addled your brain. Just let everything wash over you" It was pushing another hour before my prison companions returned laughing during which time Bob and I did not exchange a single word even though I had given him another cigarette. "There's a hot piece of tail back there begging to see you. Better rush through before she cools down," Aldo told me with a wink. I stood and started walking towards the door through which he had appeared. "There are some smokes in the second cupboard, a big pack of them," I reported as I passed. "Bye the way, I tied the husbands hands in front of him - the twat is going nowhere even if he was untied." I entered the bedroom silently and stood looking down. Liz lay on the bed with her eyes closed and legs splayed as they had left her. Sweat matted hair clung in strands to the side of her face, there was smeared semen smeared across her chest and more forming a pool on the sheet between her legs. Her breasts were full but they seemed swollen and I could see two bite marks. I noticed that she had large dark aureoles but the nipples were currently not erect. She was a true blonde and the hairs on her twat seemed to delineate rather than conceal her mound. Even in this abused state she was the most desirable woman that I had ever seen. My prick was rock hard and ached intolerably. I just stood fighting a battle with myself. I wanted her so much but I was not a rapist. Certainly I had participated in many rapes during my time in prison but that was different. Many times, with others I have pinioned a man's arms behind him while a stiff cock was being forced down his throat. On other occasions I have sat on a prisoner's back helping to hold him down while a succession of other convicts took turns to stick their dicks up his arse. All I can say in mitigation is that never did I claim the reward for my labours. To understand this you have to understand what it is like in prison. When men are incarcerated for years with no access to women, their sexual urges do not magically cease. To satisfy their needs there is a requirement for other men to act as substitute women but the prison authorities for some strange reason, deliberately segregate men who would willingly fill this role. The only recourse of the sex starved is to force or coerce some men, against their nature, to satisfy the needs of others. The men so turned are called 'Punks'. In a prison there are only two types, men and punks - the men do the fucking and the punks get fucked. Some established 'men' on rare occasions might be turned but a punk can never regain the ranks of men. It is the young, the weak and the isolated who become the primary targets. When I first entered the prison system I qualified on two of those criteria but fortunately, killers do have a certain kudos and this gave me a breathing space. I quickly saw the lie of the land, so when a seventeen year old was held temporarily on the block due to overcrowding in youth detention, mine were amongst the restraining hands during the blanket party to initiate him. I think that it was my heavier breathing that made Liz aware of my presence. She opened her eyes wearily but then there was a spark when she saw that it was me. Moving her legs together, she got up on one elbow and gave me a small smile. "Thank you for fixing Bob's leg and for distracting Lucy - I don't know how I can ever thank you." "It was nothing - the important thing is - how are you?" "I reckon that a lot of women have gone through worse," she said, and then with a definite twinkle in her eye she added, "I can imagine that some do it voluntarily." "But not like this," I said letting some of my distress show. Wisely she changed the subject. "How is Bob?" I reported the things that I had done to make him more comfortable but she shook her head and said, "I mean - how is he about this?" Choosing my words carefully I told her, "He understands the situation and he has come to terms with it." She nodded and asked, "Lucy?" "I gave her a drink and biscuits and left her still colouring. Her head was drooping a bit so she might have gone to sleep by now." My answers had helped her peace of mind and she visibly relaxed but when I opened the trousers to let my turgid cock spring up between us, she recoiled shocked. I think that she had mentally separated me from my companions and had not expected me to make demands on her body. Conscience fought with need in my head. "It's been so long," I muttered and even I could hear the pleading in my voice. Liz nodded, gave me a smile of permission and opened her legs to allow me entry. Instead I lay down beside her and began to kiss one breast while gently stroking the other. She submitted for a couple of minutes but then said with a touch of panic in her voice, "If you are going to fuck me, then fuck me but please don't start making love because I don't think that I can stand it." I froze for a second and then pulled away. "I can't," I said. "Not like them." Liz reached out and took my hand. "I'll suck you off if you want. I'll make it rally good for you, I promise." I stood with eyes closed and waited sensing that she had positioned herself in front of me. I felt her hand grasp the shaft and then her wet tongue licking the nob of my cock. I felt myself enter the warm wetness of her mouth and just keep on going. Only when her nose touched my body did I realise that she had taken me deep into her throat. Very very slowly, she started moving her head backwards and forwards. It did not take very long before, with her arms around me holding me tight and her throat muscles milking my shaft, I pumped five years of frustration into the depths of her gullet. Liz lay back, wiped her mouth and gazed lovingly at me said, "Thank you for not making me." I stood trembling from head to toe for a moment or two, then pulled up my trousers and fumbled a packet of cigarettes from the pocket. By the time that we both had a smoke going I was calmer but already a small germ of jealousy was working on me. "Did you suck the other two as well?" I had to ask. Liz nodded. "But not like that," she said. "Bob told me that you were a virgin when he met you? "Yes, that is what I told him," she smiled. I said nothing but raised one eyebrow quizzically at her less than full confirmation. "It wasn't strictly true - in one way it wasn't true at all," she confessed. "My parents were Catholics and wouldn't let me take the pill or get fitted with contraception. I was scared stiff about getting pregnant so, between the ages of fifteen and eighteen I sucked a lot of cocks. Then during the two years before meeting Bob I shagged with a couple of blokes, a few times with each. It wasn't a lot but enough to teach me what sex could be like. I told Bob that lots of girls these days lost their hymen doing athletics at school and he hadn't had enough experience himself to tell the difference. I don't believe that it was a real lie because it was what he wanted to believe." "He also said that you have been faithful to him ever since." "I haven't been screwed by another man until today but once I came pretty close. One day this guy selling brushes knocked at the door while Bob was at work and tells me that he is working his way through college. He was good looking and brash with lots of muscles in a tee shirt and tight jeans. He had a lot off and cajoled me into letting him for a cup of tea. There was a lot of risqué banter and I found myself kissing him and letting him squeeze my tits. I wanted it so bad but I knew that I couldn't go through with it. Trouble was, he knew how hot I was and was getting to the stage where he wouldn't easily take 'no' for an answer." Her voice trailed off and I could see that her mind was still on the memory. The Escape "What happened?" "Oh, I did to him what I did to you. It was the only way but I had a guilty conscience for months afterwards. I tried to be especially nice to Bob to make up for it." I joined in her laughter and it was strange how the anecdote had made us both fairly light hearted at that moment. I spoiled it by asking why she had not let me have sex with her. She thought for a while wondering whether to betray a confidence and then she said, "All right I'll tell. Bob is the most wonderful man in the world. He is gentle and kind and I love him with all my heart. The trouble is that he is not terribly well endowed and as I said, he hasn't got a lot of idea when it comes to sex. I have never had an orgasm with him. I have done the vaginal thing when he is asleep but I haven't had a whole body like I had before. I got to crave for it - that's why I let it go so far with the brush salesman." Her voice changed tone and she went on. "As soon as you three burst in I knew what would happen and decided then that, whatever happened to my body, as long as I didn't have an orgasm I would not be betraying Bob. Then with Aldo I felt one starting - if he hadn't been quite so rough it would have happened. I managed to control it but just now I knew that I would give way with you." I nodded with pretended understanding but privately bemoaned the fact that once again, finer feelings had caused me to get less than men who took what they wanted. Liz slid off the bed and stood up. "I need to go to the loo and take a shower. Will you hang around a bit because I don't want either of those two coming back before I am ready." I happily complied, waiting until she was in the shower before going in to watch. Towelling herself dry she said, "I'm not sure what to wear. They tore my dress - it wasn't necessary but it seemed as if they needed to be a bit brutal at the start." "I should wear old clothes," I suggested. "If you make yourself look less attractive then they might bother you less." Liz thought for a moment then shook her head. "No, I think you're wrong. If I look dowdy they will use me and discard me but if I make them want me, it could turn out different. They've made me into a whore so I might as well look like a whore and act like one - I think it could be the only way out of this situation." Although it pained me to agree, her logic was good. So when I followed her to the main room a little while later, Liz was dressed in jeans, high heel shoes and a tight sweater. She also wore lots of make-up and had swept her hair back from her face. The faces of both my ex cellmates showed appreciative surprise. Despite expectations, Liz's more raunchy appearance didn't provoke another frenzy of sexual activity. It was getting late and everyone was pretty exhausted by the exertions of the day so the remaining short part of the evening passed quietly. It was time to think about sleeping arrangements, this provoked by Liz disappearing to return carrying more cushions, pillows and blankets to make her husband comfortable for the night. She also left him two large plastic bottles, one filled with water and the other empty to cater for any urinary needs that he might have in the night. By this time the little girl had fallen asleep and was leaning forward with her small head resting on the table. Liz's last task was to gently lift the sleeping child and carry her to her bunk. I think that this is an appropriate point to describe the geography of the premises. Opposite the main door in the back wall of the big living room, a door led into the rear opening to a corridor. On the left side was the master bedroom containing a large sturdy bed, beyond that a smaller room with a wood frame bed about queen bed size. The other side of the corridor gave access to a combined bathroom and WC while beyond that Lucy's room had a bunk bed. It was obvious that the little girl slept on the lower one. At the end of the corridor another door opened up into rather a large storeroom with lots of shelving. Liz had hardly returned to her placer when Aldo stood up to announce, "I'm taking the main bedroom and the woman is with me, you two can sort yourselves out." I expected Rick to immediately protest and the fact that he didn't bothered me because I hated the thought of him alone with the little girl all night. I had seen the glances that he had given the girl and although I would fall short of describing them as lascivious they were certainly not of the fatherly kind. I jumped in quickly to prevent this by saying, "I reckon that means that you get the other bed Rick and I'll have to make do in the spare bunk bed." On the face of it, this his was a concession by me but when the knifeman failed to welcome this, I consolidated my offer by adding, "I'm the shortest of the three of us and the bunk is only child size so that makes me the natural choice." He couldn't really argue with that. When Aldo exited the room Liz got up and followed him immediately when I thought she would have checked on Bob before leaving. Rick was the next to go but he paused to throw me a very nasty look before leaving the room. I did wander over to look at the injured man before following only to find him already fast asleep, so I presumed that Liz must have known that. I clambered up into the top bunk as quietly as possible and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, so I don't know if Aldo had further carnal knowledge of Liz that night. Waking next morning I didn't realise immediately that I was no longer in the cell but then the events of the previous came rushing back. I dropped to the floor and seeing the little girl was still fast asleep, dressed quietly and went to check on the situation in the big room. Ominously, Rick was crouched near the prone figure of Bob so it was a relief to see that both men were smoking. Rick saw me and beckoned me over. As I approached he was grinning. "You won't believe this," he said. "I figured to get a rise out of hubby here so I gave him a smoke and then told him all friendly like, what a good shag his wife is. The wanker didn't turn a hair - just said, 'Is she? That's nice' as if he didn't give a fuck." I shook my head and forced a crude grin pretending that I found humour in what he had just related but then tried to walk away. The intended tormentor followed and grabbed my arm saying "Wait - that's not the best bit. Then I told him that I had stuck her up the ass but he acted like he didn't understand. I didn't thing he has ever done her that way, perhaps no-one has and that means I got her cherry. Anyway, she took to it like a duck to water - that tart certainly likes cock." "A glutton for it," I said but then walked quickly away finding it hard to control the anger boiling inside me. At the stove, I pushed the kettle onto the hot plate and had just put coffee into three mugs when Lucy appeared and walked straight over to me. She was wearing a dressing gown and pretty fluffy slippers very like those that my Alice used to wear. Looking up at me with big round eyes she asked, "Why is that man fighting with Mummy in Daddy's bed?" "They were playing not fighting," I reassured crouching down to her level. The child was not easily fooled. "But why is he in Daddy's bed anyway?" "Your Daddy can't get in a bed with his poorly leg and there was nowhere else for everyone to sleep. I've been in the bunk above you all night - you didn't know that did you?" She shook he head and then smiled, apparently satisfied. For further distraction I asked what she would like for breakfast and then prepared the toast and boiled egg requested. Returning to the coffee, I was just about to add the hot water when Liz came in - I got a fourth cup and when Aldo lumbered through the door I added a fifth. Liz walked to her husband, plonked a brief kiss on his forehead, I think asked about his leg and then walked across to me. I handed her two mugs, one already dosed with further painkillers for Bob. "Has Lucy said anything?" she whispered anxiously. "Yes but I think I set her mind at ease," I said. She took the mug to her husband, left him with a cigarette and then returned to my side to drink her own. After a few minutes she asked if I could help her to take Bob to the loo and I agreed. We managed with his arms round our necks and moving in a hopping motion. I think the purpose of the mission was obvious for neither of the other men asked where we were going. We got him seated then I turned my back and stood looking out of the door. Instead of staying at her husband's side in this brief moment of relative privacy, I found her again at my elbow. I had been rather shocked at the brusque way she had treated him and show of irritation at his clumsiness. "Don't you think you are being a bit hard on him?" I muttered. Liz looked at me with tears in her eyes. "If I was soft he'd crumble and then I'd crumble. What the fuck do you want me to do?" she said bitterly. We re-seated him more comfortably than before and then Liz started looking in cupboards. After a while she stood up and asked the room in general, "How long do you men intend to stay here as our guests?" "That's our business," Aldo told her churlishly. "Be that as it may, we have only limited supplies and if your stay is of more than short duration, then we are going to run out of food," she reported calmly. "In fact if nobody bothers me I intend to spend the day baking bread and making a couple of pies." Aldo nodded his agreement but Rick swaggered across to face her to ask with a leer, "And what if there is something that I would rather you do for me instead?" Liz was dismissive. "There will be time for that later but if you want to eat tonight then you will leave me alone until I have finished. That's how we spent the day. Lucy helped her mother with the cooking for a time and then sat happily playing with dolls - she really was an undemanding child. The three uninvited guests including me just lounged about doing nothing in particular - it's a knack that you pick up in prison. Bob incongruously was apparently engrossed in a paperback. The eyes of both Aldo and Rick followed Liz as she moved about and I could tell that they were anticipating the pleasures of the evening. I waited for the evening too but with ambivalent feelings. After five years on prison diet, the evening meal seemed out of this world. The pies were superb, first a meat and potato followed by one filled with tinned fruit. Relaxing afterwards with coffee and cigarettes, Aldo stretched luxuriously and said almost philosophically, "You know, I had almost forgotten how good home cooked food could be." "Yeah, it was good," agreed Rick but he then stood and walked to where Liz was perched on a stool. Grabbing her arm he said, "But now it's time for the desert - that food has put me in the mood for some relaxation." She went with him without protest. Aldo watched them walk in the direction of the bedroom with seeming indifference but as they were about to disappear he said, "I think I'll join you," getting up to follow. I couldn't settle. I wandered here and there, gazed out of the window, chatted for a while with Lucy at her colouring and asked Bob if he needed anything. He assured me that he was fine but showed no inclination to talk and seemed glad to immerse himself once more in his book. I went to the bathroom pretending to myself that I had the need. The bedroom door was ajar so I walked quickly past but on the way back I found myself slowing to look in. Aldo was lying on his back with Liz crouching on all fours with his cock in her mouth. Rick knelt behind her energetically sliding his prick in and out of her anus. I watched for some thirty seconds then walked away with a heavy heart. I had to do something to occupy myself so fell back on the routine of making coffee. As I bent to place one on the floor he looked up and asked haltingly, "Did you...have you...you know...like them?" Steeling myself against the pain in his eyes I said, "What do you want me to say? I've just stood and watched them now and they could do the same. If I don't they'll think I'm soft and stop trusting me." He nodded and said, "I'm sorry. It's just that I can make it easier by hating them but I can't bring myself to hate you." I grasped his hand briefly then walked in silence to the settee where I sat for the next half hour with my eyes closed. It is a toss up whether it was Bob or I suffering the greater mental anguish. The depraved duo returned without the macho boisterous of the previous evening but they still both looked very satisfied with themselves. Without waiting to be cued, I stood up and walked to where Liz was waiting. In the corridor my footsteps slowed because I now dreaded what lay ahead. I wanted full sex with every fibre of my being, so much that another blow-job would not suffice, (no matter how tenderly done) but using her violated body myself would make me no better than the animals they were. Reaching the bedroom I stopped unable to cross the threshold. The bed covers had been pulled up making the bed look roughly made and Liz sat on the side, her hair combed and no obvious sign of the men that she had been with. Seeing me she stood up and held out her arms towards me. "Make love to me Jed. Please," she said softly. I felt cold. "Does that mean that they have made you cum?" "No - and they never will now," she said fiercely. "But I need affection. I'm near the end of my reserves - if I don't have some love I don't think I can do their filth any more. Please help me." It had been five long years since my cock had been inside a woman and during that time my only sexual contact was with my right hand. That last act of intercourse had been with Jane my ex wife and then as now it was with the knowledge that another man had ejaculated inside her before me that day. Happily there the similarity ends because where my ex had only opened her legs to keep me quiescent until she was finally ready to flee the nest; Liz had declared her intention to make love to me. I'm afraid that anyone hoping to read lascivious detail of what followed is going to be disappointed. One reason is that what happened is a glorious blur of which I can remember very little, the other is that I feel that it should remain strictly private between her and I. We lay for a long time, still connected, entwined in each others arms. Eventually, slowly, reluctantly we moved apart. Liz came after me with a kiss. "I love you," she said. "I love you," I replied and in that moment realised that the words were true - but she still saw the question in my eyes." "It's not a betrayal," she said. "I still love Bob. The thing is I've realised that it's possible to love two men but in different ways. When this nightmare is over I will go back to Bob, if he still wants me, but I had to let you know that it was real love I gave you tonight and will again, the few times that we will be together." We dressed and returned to the others with me still in a daze. My condition must have been pretty obvious because Aldo guffawed and said, "Look at him, she's blown his mind. I tell you that cunt of hers is pure magic." I grinned, possibly foolishly but then, catching Bob's accusing eyes, the arrow of guilt punctured my euphoria. The rest of the evening passed as before. Liz got her very tired daughter to bed and when she returned we spent another hour drinking coffees and smoking. Eventually Aldo stood and announced that it was time to hit the sack. He started shepherding Liz in front of him in the direction of the back but Rick jumped up to intercept, complaining loudly that it was not his turn. The big man turned and faced him. "I claimed the bedroom and I'm keeping it. Any objections?" "So you can fuck her by yourself. How many times did you poke her yesterday or were you up it all night," Rick snarled his face red with indignation. "I thought that we were going to share the bedroom like we share her during the day." "She's my woman," Aldo said simply. "I only let you two get your ends away during the day out of the kindness of my heart. I'll ask you again Rick, any objections because if there are we can settle it now." During this exchange Aldo had moved so that he was standing legs apart and with arms dangling casually by his sides. Rick's hands were twitching and he had adopted a peculiar backward leaning stance that I saw would allow him to drop and retrieve his knife quickly. For what seemed an infinity the two men stood thus with eyes locked and then very slowly the knifeman took a step backward. "If you feel so strongly about it I'm not going to argue," he conceded. I welcomed this first sign of discord but worried that should a reoccurrence be taken to conclusion, others might be hurt in the fall-out. The next morning started much the same as the first except that I woke Lucy and took her with me to prevent her blundering into her mother's bedroom again. Rick was still bothered by Bob's assumed guise of equanimity. "I reckon he must be used to other blokes giving his wife one - she probably pulls a train for all his mates." Aldo emerged from the bedroom carrying a small transistor radio in his hand. In an annoyed voice he asked Liz why she had not mentioned having it and received the simple reply that it didn't work. After rummaging through some drawers, Aldo set to with two wrong sized batteries and after some fiddling managed to establish an electrical connection. For the next hour we sat and listened to local news bulletins on the search for us. It seemed that they had helicopters out and road blocks in all the surrounding towns. Opinion was that we were somewhere in the mountains but that it would be several days before patrols could be sent in due to the snow. Some said that due to the adverse weather conditions at the time of the escape, it was more than likely that we were all dead. Music came on so Aldo killed the sound and we sat thinking about the implications of what we had heard. While we were listening, Liz had wandered over to Bob and now sat holding his hand. This irritated Rick or probably he was still angry with Aldo. He pulled out his cock and called out, "Hey Liz, come over here and wrap your luscious lips round this. You know how much you like it." The apparent eagerness with which she complied did nothing to belie his words. Walking quickly across the room she crouched in front of him, reaching out to grasp the shaft and bring his penis to full erection with two or three brisk strokes. She then licked round the head a few times with a long wet tongue before taking it in her mouth. I looked round at Lucy but she sat with head well down over her colouring and with her back safely towards the action. I then looked at Bob. He sat like a statue with his eyes riveted on his wife's bobbing head and a hand across his lap trying to conceal an obvious erection. After a few minutes Rick moaned and cried, "That's right, swallow it all you whore," - but I could see that he was looking triumphantly at Bob. Liz stood up, wiped her mouth on a tissue then turned smartly away with a set face. "Don't sit down," ordered Aldo's voice. "I've got another stiffie for you here while you're in the mood." The obscene ritual was repeated but when she got up this time Liz just stood as if unsure what to do. I could tell that she was trembling. With all eyes upon her I sensed her need for distraction as I asked, not really for the information, "I was wondering how you three got up to this cabin." I felt that the look she gave me was one of gratitude. "In the car of course," she said. "It's down the hill a bit in the workshop." "Car - what kind of car," Aldo and Rick asked in unison. "A four by four but it won't do you any good. It broke down the day we arrived," she answered. The Escape On further interrogation she revealed that something had happened to the engine but she did not understand what. Questioning switched to Bob and he explained that the engine had dropped a cylinder the second that he was about to park. He went on to say that he had removed and stripped the engine and was in the process of re-grinding the pistons but then the heavy snow came. "You mean that you were fixing it - you know how," Aldo interrupted. "Yes - engines are my hobby. It was just a matter of doing the last two pistons, balancing and then putting the engine back in the vehicle." "Could you still finish it?" Bob shook his head. "It should be a two man job but I could have managed by myself in an emergency but this knackered leg makes it impossible." I suddenly saw that leaving together in a vehicle with hostages offered more hope. You see, I was pretty certain that if the three of us set out together on foot there would be three bodies left behind in the cabin. "I know my way round an engine - I used to tinker with a sports car when I was a kid," I volunteered. It was decided on the spot that Bob and I would attempt to get the car back into working order. Aldo carried Bob to the workshop with me following and left him on the floor. Soon after he departed, Rick pushed a snivelling Lucy through the door saying, "Aldo and I are planning to have some fun while you're busy and we don't want her getting in the way." I got Bob wedged standing on one leg by the workbench to work on the two pistons and then, with nothing to do for the moment, I explored the building with Lucy trailing after me. The whole building was crammed with all kinds of junk. There where lengths of wood, netting, various metal items and a collection of old sports equipment, most of it rusted or falling to bits. Along one wall stood a couple of large wooden packing cases that I was about to investigate when I spotted some stairs leading to a lot. "What is all this stuff," I called out to Bob as I headed towards the upstairs." "God knows, it came with the place," he shouted back. "I believe that the previous owner was a sports freak amongst other things. I poked about a bit when we first came but it seems to be all rubbish." In the upper section, amongst a similar miscellany, I found a box of dusty children's toys and something which intrigued me greatly. It seemed like some kind of weapon because I identified a trigger and what could be a sort of barrel. Carrying it down to Bob I asked, "Have you any idea what this is?" "Looks like a harpoon gun," he said. My mind was whirring. "Are there any harpoons?" I asked hopefully. "There used to be plenty but I cannibalised them to make a barbecue pit in the summer. I think that there is one left stuck in the rack over there." I retrieved the barbed length of metal and felt a flush of satisfaction as it slotted neatly into place. "Bob was smiling at me and shaking his head. "That won't do you any good," he said. "It needs a charge to fire and I have never come across one." The disappointment was like a bucket of cold water over me but then I reasoned that this was better than nothing. I could still use it to threaten my partners in crime - trouble was I knew that both Aldo and Rick were men not easily bluffed. I started frantically searching without result until Bob shouted, "I could do with some help here." Walking to join him, I kicked about in frustration and my foot somehow connected with something underneath his bench and sent it skittering across the floor. Looking down I saw that it was a thin metal cylinder but badly corroded. Scarcely able to believe my luck I found that it slid snugly into place in the gun. "You are still not much further forward," Bob said flatly. "That cartridge is almost certainly a dud and even if it does fire it's as likely to explode the gun as fire the harpoon." His down to earth warning quickly dampened my elation. In addition, a one-shot weapon was not the answer to the problem because, even if it successfully immobilised one of the men, the other would most certainly kill me. "You're right," I said. "The best thing is to hide it until we can think of a way to use it." So saying, I slipped the weapon into a gap between the two large packing cases and started to help Bob reassemble the engine. I have to admit that loss of concentration allowed me to make silly mistakes because my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the time that I would spend with Liz that evening. With our work completed, I returned with Lucy to the cabin upon which Aldo walked down to carry Bob back. Liz was sitting perched on a stool smoking. Her face seemed very set and she did not look at me. I made a coffee each for myself and Bob, and for the following half hour or so nothing much happened until Aldo suddenly asked, "What are we having for grub tonight?" Still staring straight ahead Liz said, "Don't ask me. I'm tired. If I'm expected to give sex at all hours of the day and night, you can cook your own damn food." There was a long silence at this rebellion until Aldo walked over and stood by her side. "She's right you know. You've been treating her like a fucking machine." Both Rick and I were treated to a long glare and then he bent and said to Liz, "Look, Knock us up some nosh now, something simple - and nobody will touch you for the rest of the day, I promise." Armed with this guarantee, Liz provided cold tinned meats with baked beans and some of yesterday's fresh bread with tinned fruit and evaporated milk to follow. Afterwards, Lucy was put to bed early, Liz sat in a corner away from everybody reading, Bob fell asleep and the two other men kept switching stations on the radio looking for news bulletins. For me the evening was interminable as I sat selfishly regretting the fact that I was to be denied the sex that I had anticipated all day. As we split up to our different sleeping places, Liz caught my eye briefly and I think that the look she threw me was one of apology. I climbed into the bunk above the sleeping child and waited for oblivion to engulf me but after a few minutes I heard the bed springs going in the adjoining room and realised with a sinking heart that Aldo's promise of freedom from molestation did not include him. My cock went stiff. It had hardly been soft all evening but now it sprang to iron hardness to burn and throb beneath my restraining hand. I could not keep the images out of my head. I saw her spread thighs with his bulk lying between then. I saw his gigantic penis distending the lips of her cunt and sliding deep inside, deeper than I could ever go. I saw her vaginal juices glistening on his shaft, her hips moving in unison with his and her arms around his neck. I saw her giving him the fuck that should have been mine. And then I heard her voice. "Yes," she said, "Yes , YESSSSSS," and her cry merged with a bellow as he spent his seed into the depths of her womb. I couldn't believe it - the bastard had made her cum. I wished I was dead. Far from just using her body as a receptacle, he had got through to her, turned her on, given her pleasure. She had enjoyed being fucked by that monster. Had her body yielded to his passion involuntarily or had she given herself willingly as she had with me? A raging jealousy gnawed upon seeds of doubt. I had only her word for how she felt about them - about him. Was she a really just a poor abused wife making the best of things in a situation beyond her control or was she instead one of natures whores and having the time of her life? From feeling just as betrayed as her poor husband, I calmed down. I think that I instinctively knew the truth. I still admired her - loved her. Finally objective reasoning gave me relative peace of mind when I asked myself - If I was in her situation with only my body as a weapon to save the life of my child, would I balk at putting my money on two different horses? Mid morning the next day we were ready to go down to the workshop. I had rather assumed that Aldo would use his strength to manoeuvre the engine into position but I was mistaken. He stood with one arm possessively over Liz's shoulder, his hand down the front of her blouse casually fondling her breast. "You two should be able to manage it between you," he said. "I've got better way to spend my energy." There was no arguing. Knowing what was on the agenda I asked if we should take Lucy with us. Aldo shook his head. "The kid's already seen me humping her mother and anyway - it's something that she has got to get used to." Rick was far from pleased and muttered all the way but he grudgingly he helped to hoist the engine and move into position above the vehicle ready to lower into the engine cavity. Bob was underneath lying on one of the ball-bearing wheeled flat trolleys used in garages, looking up to ensure that the engine was lined up correctly. "Hold it," he called, " - leave it at that and take a break, I've seen something that I've forgotten to do." I locked the break on the pulley and stood back feeling for my cigarettes. Rick was still voicing his displeasure, "When we get back I'm going to make the cunt lick my arse. I'll do it in front of her hubby so that the sad jerk really gets the picture and it will also let that bastard Aldo know that he can't have it all his own way." I had sensibly advised Bob to let everything just wash over him, so God knows why I couldn't do the same. I snapped. "You really are a pure unadulterated lump of shit," I told Rick. "Men like you should be exterminated at birth - you pollute the air that everybody breathes." The words seemed to hang an the air and Rick looked as if he could not believe his ears. Then slowly he started to smile but there was an evil glint in his eye. "You are dead," he said. In prison it's all a matter of 'face' - you don't back down - so I met him stare for stare. I honestly didn't see the movement that brought the knife to his hand. "I wanted to stick you a long time ago but Aldo said that we needed your brains," he sneered. "Well you don't seem so fucking smart to me - you can't be to deliberately try to piss me off." I grabbed a large spanner but it was a nominal gesture because I knew that I had no chance. Rick had the real weapon and he had lived a life of confrontation where I had not been in a fight since my schooldays, and then only the once. Rick knew this, He knew that I had little more real chance than an animal led to slaughter.. Making no advance he stood there supremely confident, his eyes fixed upon mine, casually flicking the knife from hand to hand and catching it unerringly every time. "It won't be quick," he told me sadistically. "I'm going to slice you up good, bit by bit, - and then I'm going to cut off your pecker before I kill you." I considered flight but decided that I was marginally better facing my enemy. Rick was still talking. "I'm going to fix that motherfucker Aldo too. He thinks that he has the edge on me but he's going to find out different. Then I'll have the woman to do what I want with - and the girl." Foolishly, I reacted to the goad, raising my poor weapon and leaning forward. Rick struck like a snake, stepping forward quickly and slashing at my hand holding the spanner. At that moment, Bob slid himself out from under the car. I don't know if he had emerged simply to see what was going on or with deliberate intention to help but the result was that Rick stood on his injured leg. Bob let out a cry of extreme pain as the trolley was propelled across the floor to crash into the packing cases. Rick in his turn staggered backwards, the knife flying out of his hand to clatter inside the empty engine compartment. Like a cat, he leapt to retrieve his weapon while I grabbed the pulley and hit the release. My intention had been simply to drop the engine quickly, to deny access to the knife but that is not how it worked out. His blade had fallen within easy reach and Rick grabbed it quickly. Had he swiftly pulled back I would have been lost but instead he took the time to flick the knife from his left hand to the right and that infinitesimal fraction of a section made all the difference. The falling engine trapped and crushed his hand against the side of the engine bay causing the sadistic pervert to give a shriek of agony and fall to his knees. A glanced across to where Bob lay unconscious with eyes closed and head lolling to the side. Looking back I was amazed to see that Rick had got to his feet and was thrusting the knife towards me. His eyes were glazed with pain but still showed intense hatred. "Come and get it punk, I can still take you with only one hand," he snarled through gritted teeth. I almost ran forward to batter at him with my puny spanner before he could release that trapped limb but then my reputed brain clicked in. Looking round, I spotted a heavy crowbar about three feet long. With that in hand I advanced cautiously and then, staying out of range of the wicked blade, I took a big swing and had the satisfaction of hearing the bone in his upper arm break. My next blow struck the side of his neck knocking him once more to his knees and the third crushed his scull. I took a deep breath and lowered the bloodied end of the metal bar to the floor. "So this is what you get up to when I'm not around," said a voice. Whirling round I saw Aldo standing in the doorway. He was smiling but I found the excessively casual way in which he started moving towards me disturbingly ominous. "Not to worry, you've saved me a job," he went on and then seeing the body of Bob, also apparently no longer in the land of the living, he laughed, "My, you have been busy, honestly Jed, I didn't think that you had it in you. I suppose I was next." Fear is strange. It is fear that paralyses the rabbit in front of a snake and it's fear than can make a man hand a loaded gun to the person he fears. I let the crowbar fall to the floor and held out my hands towards him, palms up. "Honest Aldo, Rick started it - he pulled his knife and I only defended myself. He intended to kill you as well you know." Aldo nodded. "Of course he did. Why do you think I provoked him the other night? I hoped to settle it then and no longer have to watch my back." While speaking, Aldo had come up to me to rest his hands on my shoulders with fingers loosely around my neck. "Don't feel too badly about this," he said. "I was going to kill you tomorrow anyway, so you're not losing much." His thumbs pressed against my throat and he lifted me in the air so that I was dangling by my neck. I didn't struggle, grab his arms or try to kick - it would have been so completely futile. He pressed harder but it was less than lethal pressure because it seemed that he had more to say. My head was pounding and there was a ringing in my ears but I heard his words with perfect clarity. "You wanted her yourself, didn't you Jed, you can't deny it. You'd no chance sucker because she's crazy about me. I'm taking her with me, the three of us - her and the kid. Nobody suspects a man with a family. I'm going a long way away with her and we're going to settle down - I might even go straight. You deserve to know this before..." Aldo stopped talking and his jaw dropped like a bad actor giving a poor interpretation of surprise. Slowly his arms dropped, setting me gently on the floor and then, ever so slowly he sank to his knees. As he toppled forward I stepped back to see the harpoon sticking out of his back. Bob was lying grasping the gun. "Got the bastard," he said and I have never seen a look of such sublime satisfaction on any man's face. Having made the supreme effort, Bob's eyes closed and his head fell back. I ran over to find a steady reasonably pulse but his breathing a trifle ragged. Then I made my way at speed up to the cabin. Liz was looking out of the window with a worried expression, alerted by the same cries of pain that had drawn Aldo to the shed. Drawing closer she met me at the door. Although anxiety remained on her face, I could see relief in her eyes at my safe appearance. "They're both dead," I reported. "But Bob has injured his leg again and I need your help to get him back to the cabin." Utilising some old ski's but not without difficulty, we managed to drag her husband the twenty five yards to the cabin and try to make him comfortable. It was very obvious that he was delirious. Leaving Liz kneeling by his side I walked to the door and told her, "I'm going down the mountain to get help." "Not dressed like that you're not. Be sensible. A few more minutes is not going to make any difference and the better prepared you set off then the better chance of success. Get a hot drink inside of you while I grab a few things." Without arguing I made two coffees, finishing just as she returned with her arms full of clothing. The cabin had been pretty thoroughly turned over, so where this stuff came from I had no idea. She had brought thermal underwear, waterproof leggings, a insulated snow jacket with hood, proper hiking boots and a pair of ski goggles. I dressed gratefully and then found that she was pressing a bundle of bank-notes into my hand, "There's five hundred here. Please take it - you're going to need it." Then we were at the door. "I'll be as quick as I can," I assured her. "I'll try ringing the rescue services on the telephone but if I have trouble making them understand, I'll turn myself in to make sure they come." Liz didn't speak but stepped forward and kissed me. We clung together for a few seconds and then I broke away. Having taken less than half a dozen steps away from the door I turned and went back because I had to know. "Why did you let him make you cum last night?" "I didn't," she said. I shook my head sadly, "I heard you." "I faked it. Doing that allowed me to make him lose control without getting suspicious. I did not want to have that animal inside me one second longer than I had to." I smiled at her because I knew it was the truth and then I ran away down the slope. The journey down the mountain was accomplished without mishap although it took me over four hours. Fortunately, there were also no problems with the rescue services. I described myself as a passing hiker and reported that there was a woman and small child in the cabin, alone with a badly injured man. Less than fifteen minutes later a helicopter flew past and headed up the mountain, to be followed not much later by another bearing police insignia. Arriving at the bus station, I found a long distance bus about to depart so quickly bought a ticket. I heard about subsequent events both in newspapers and on the news. My name was seldom mentioned with most commentators assuming that I had perished in the ravine prior to the events in the cabin. I originally wrote this story over ten years ago and then some time later went back to add an update but for some reason left that in a separate file. Two years later a computer disaster made me believe that all my various tales were lost. Fortunately at the end of 2013 I got the bulk of the missing stories back but the update remained AWOL. To complete the tale I have recreated that ending from memory but some may prefer to stop reading at this point. UPDATE Five years have passed since the events described above. I wrote it all out as soon as I got myself reasonably settled, mainly to get all that had happened sorted out in my mind. For a long time the story of what happened in the cabin dominated the both newspapers and TV bulletins with the lurid headlines being permutations of 'Crippled hero single-handedly slays two escaped killers who violated his wife.' This allowed me to get a good picture of the immediate aftermath with the relieving knowledge that the small family had come through the ordeal reasonably well. My main consideration was my own survival and I have to say that but for the cash that Liz gave me I would most certainly have failed. It allowed me to keep my head below the parapet until my immediate danger period was over. Critically I was able to pay for cheap hostel accommodation when otherwise I would have been forced to sleep rough in the continuing winter weather. At the end of a month my previously shaved head had grown a nice covering of hair and I had acquired some identity concealing facial fungus. With a pair of plain glass spectacles to complete the deception, I felt confident enough to find myself casual labouring work. The Escape For the first year I never stayed in the same place long, moving every few days. I took care to be just one of the crowd, never doing or saying anything which would make me at all memorable. I should add that during that time sexual contact with a member of the opposite sex was both a distant memory and an unrealisable dream. Then I had a stroke of really hood luck. I had got a better job driving a fork lift in a massive warehouse and was seriously starting to believe that it might be safe for me to start putting down roots. One day I was waiting in the main office for something or other when I noticed that a young female at a nearby desk was struggling with a computer problem. Even at that distance I could tell what was wrong so I called out my advice. She couldn't quite grasp what I was saying so I ended up sitting in front of her terminal doing it for her. Solving that problem uncovered another underlying one so that it was nearly an hour before I was finally tidying up and by then I had a small crowd of office workers gathered round me, some asking for advice and others just watching. Returning to my original quest I was intercepted by the office manager who offered me a job in the office at a far better salary but with the customary proviso of a probation period. I passed that with ease but the truth was that I had got the position on a wing and a prayer, so I devoted countless hours every evening studying to rectify the deficit in my knowledge base. I won't detail how but I managed to set myself up with an official identity which allowed me to work legally, pay taxes etc, then concentrated on making that identity a reality. Gradually over the next two years, I changed my image, adopting a distinctive hair style together with a small moustache and goatee beard. I dressed very smartly with the funds now available and kept the fake spectacles but upgraded to frames more suitable for the IT professional that I now considered myself to be. The firm was part of a much lager conglomerate and I found myself sent out on detachment to other divisions to trouble shoot computer networking problems. After four years with the firm, it was on such a trip that this update really begins. In my travels I had taken great care to avoid the area of the prison and the mountains but this time my rout took me within twenty-five miles, although my final destination was many miles further north. A company flat had been provided but not knowing what supplies had been provided I planned to stop off at a supermarket to buy some essentials before going to the flat. The trouble was that a major accident had caused massive tailbacks causing me to be more than two hours behind schedule. Worried that everywhere would be closed by the time that I got there, I pulled off the motorway intended to get my supplies on the way. In the supermarket I bumped into Liz with 'bumped' being the operative word. As I was going round the end of an isle my trolley collided with hers coming the opposite way. We both accepted the blame and apologised in the way that you do and then I recognised her, she had changed very little from how I remembered. In a combination of joy and surprise I called out her name, a tide of happiness washing over me. Liz stared at me for nearly thirty seconds and then said hesitantly, "Jed is that really you?" I enthusiastically nodded confirmation but said quickly, "But I call myself Peter now." I desperately wanted to get past the trolleys to embrace her but a stream of other shoppers started making tutting noises as they tried to manoeuvre past the obstruction we were causing. Instead I suggested that we park the trolleys and go in the cafeteria where we could talk and Liz nodded eagerly accepting the idea. Shuffling behind her as we moved along the line to get our coffees I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch her but I managed to resist and decorum prevailed. However when we were both seated, in unison we reached both arms across the table to clasp hands. "I want to know everything that has happened to you," she said. "I've spent hours and hours worrying about you, wondering if you had been caught or even that you were dead." "I've been very lucky and I'm doing fine now I would never have made it without the cash that you gave me. I will tell you everything that you want to ask me but first I need to know what happened to you, Bob and Lucy." "Financially we did very well, there was a big reward for the two killers and the Criminal Injuries Board have us a lot of money as well," Liz told me but then went quiet. "I am so pleased for you, you deserve it but I'm more interested in you and Bob, are you still married, how did the two of you get over what happened?" I had to ask. "Physically Bob has done marvellously, he still has a very slight limp but I reckon that he might easily have lost his leg if it hadn't been for you." Liz paused for a moment looking at my face before saying sadly, "His mind is a different matter. He suffered a complete mental breakdown and it's still going on although there are periods when he seems almost normal." "I'm so sorry," I told her but everything else that I could think to say seemed totally inadequate. "It didn't start immediately," Liz went on. "For the first couple of months he was fine, as if what had happened didn't bother him. We were constantly busy, dealing with the police and other authorities and the endless interviews with newspaper reporters and TV people. Bob really bought into the entire hero hype thing even though he must have known that it wasn't the strict truth. He actually revelled in the whole thing but when people stopped visiting he gradually changed. I noticed him becoming quiet and morose and then the dreams started. Nightmares is the better word because night after night, as soon as he was asleep he found himself back in the cabin again, helplessly watching me play the whore for that scum." I watched Liz steady herself with a sip of coffee and then she said bitterly, "What makes it worse is the when his depressions started he becomes totally impotent and the attacks can last for months. Viagra and other similar pills don't help at all and nor do testosterone injections. The psychologist says that it's all in his mind." "What is he like during the good times?" I was not happy with the information Liz was giving me and would have preferred to switch topics but it was something that she obviously wanted to tell me. "Even then he isn't back to how he used to be, for instance he often mutters, 'It helps that all the bastards who had you are dead.' That shows that it is still always in his mind. He knew you were alive but he seems to have completely forgotten. That day, after you had left down the mountain before the police arrived, I kept reminding him to say there had only been two of them and somehow he must have started believing that." "How is Lucy," I asked and was told that she was a happy balanced child, was about to start middle school at the end of the summer holidays and that she had never ever spoken about that dreadful interlude in her life. Then Liz asked about my story and I told her much that I have related above. Eventually we both fell silent and our coffee mugs were empty. I realised that we no longer had need to linger and I had a cold feeling knowing that we were about to walk out of each others lives again. "I owe you," Liz abruptly looking straight into my eyes. "You don't owe me a damn thing, our survival is down to you and you alone," I told her fiercely. Liz smiled, "I don't mean that, I'm talking about the fact that I owe you some loving. You'll never guess how much I have regretted going on strike with cooking if they didn't stop pestering me for sex all the time." I knew immediately what she was suggesting and I had a momentary surge of hope but reluctantly told her, "I don't see how, especially with Bob being the way that he is." "I'm no longer a faithful wife," Liz said bluntly. "I don't know if what happened in the cabin changed me or if it is a build up of need in the time since but I've got three regular lovers. They are all older men and married but claim that they are in virtually sexless marriages the same as me. I see them each once per month, always on Wednesdays and I meet up with them after I have done my shopping and we go to a motel. On the fourth week I spend the evening with a female friend and that's where Bob thinks I am the other times. "Are you sure about this?" I asked softly. "I need to, if only to get final closure on what happened five years ago," she said fiercely. You will understand why my car was following closely behind hers as she set out for her usual motel but once in the room, although she must have been far more familiar with the scene than I, neither of us seemed to know what to do next, After a moment, to save further embarrassment, Liz took control and told me to go in the bathroom but to remain fully dressed and only come out when she called. It was three or four minutes before I heard her say my name. Walking through I found the lights had been turned down low, the bedclothes were badly tangled and she lay on top fully naked. It was easy to see that she had tried as much as possible to recreate the scene in the cabin. I walked to the side of the bed and looked down but felt unable to go further until she reached out her arms to me. Apart from saying that what followed was absolutely wonderful, as with the cabin I feel it is far too personal to describe here. Inevitably the dreaded time came for us to part and we stood facing each other ready to say our goodbyes. "Can I see you again?" I asked, it was the obvious question but without waiting for an answer I babbled on, "It won't be very often but I can manage to get back this way occasionally." Liz looked stricken so to ease the moment, I half joked, "I can claim your spare Wednesday evening," but she was sadly shaking her head even before I had finished speaking. Reaching out to touch my hand she said, "I'm so sorry but the answer No. This has been wonderful and I'll remember it for the rest of my life but I daren't ever see you again." "Why ever not, after what we have just done, you said yourself that you aren't a faithful wife any more? I said petulantly. Taking my hand more fully into hers, Liz said softly, "Let me explain. I love Bob with all my heart and I will never leave him but I feel no guilt about having sex with my three friends because it is only sex. It could never be the same with you because I could get extremely fond of you very quickly and if that happened then I would really be betraying my husband." We had a last desperate kiss and embrace and I turned and went out of the door knowing that I would never have the good fortune to know another woman like her.