The Perfect Escape

Groggily, Henry awoke to the pleasant sound of birds chirping. The warm sun glinted through the window, cascading across the room in a patchwork of radiant energy. Rousing him from his solace, a cool, crisp breeze billowed through the room, sending a slight shiver up his spine.

Stumbling out of bed, Henry walked through the labyrinth of rooms and by chance found himself in the kitchen. He emptied the last remaining drops of cold, stale coffee from his cup and refilled with the fresh pot that had been brewing.

Toting his daily java he stepped out onto the back deck and surveyed the scene beneath him. No matter how many times he saw it, he felt a dwarfing sense of amazement. Behind the summer “cottage” that Henry and his fiancée, Julie, had rented for the summer were endless miles of trees. Some of the trees were as big around as a small car.

Heading back into the house to freshen up, Henry caught sight of the very object that had plagued him so badly the past year. Leaning down he examined the cold, flat, unforgiving monitor. Striking a random key, his screen saver vanished revealing his latest work. Henry sighed deeply.

Two months now at this summer retreat and he had still only managed a few paragraphs. This writer’s block was devouring him piece by piece. What would be left of Tom Henry Allen III if he couldn’t write anymore?

Rubbing his eyes, Henry avoided the self-imposed question and decided it was time for a shower. On his way, he noticed a note on the kitchen table from Julie. She had gone for a walk down to the local grocery to pick up some breakfast.

A walk? More like a hike in this alienated place, he thought to himself. Henry’s laptop had been the first import of modern technology into this place in the last ten years.

Strolling lazily towards the shower, Henry tapped on the small clock radio in the bedroom and grabbed a towel. As the warm, massaging flow cascaded down his body, Henry’s mind drifted away. A few minutes later, caught up in the sauna-like comfort of the shower, Henry’s ears perked up.

Leaning his head out of the shower, Henry confirmed what he thought he had heard. The radio DJ was warning everyone to be on the watch for a fugitive from the authorities who had been spotted in the general area. All those in reclusive areas were encouraged to alert authorities at the first sign of trouble. The man was armed and dangerous, of course.

Returning to the comfort of the shower, Henry felt a slight tingle in the back of his mind. As a fictional author, Henry’s imagination was far more active than the average person's. Slowly but surely he started formulating scenarios involving “The Fugitive”. His mind was on fire. It was amazing, but he felt as if this might be the end of his writer’s block.

Suddenly, Henry froze. Caught up in the excitement of his rekindled imagination, he had not realized that the house had become silent.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Silence.

A new sensation crept across the back of his neck. A hesitant creak echoed through the silence in the hallway. Slowly he crept out of the shower, taking extra care not to slip on the bathroom tile. Scanning the room for a weapon, Henry came up empty. Julie had always teased that his electric razor would come back to haunt him some day, but he doubted that his was the scenario she had envisioned.

Henry lurched to a halt. There had been a shadow of movement from the nearby bedroom.

Someone was in the cottage.

Taking a deep breath, Henry calmed himself, and crept slowly onto the waiting carpet. Shocked he scanned the empty room, hoping for any sign of movement to quiet his subconscious.

“Tag you’re it!” Tackled from behind, Henry went sprawling onto the king-sized bed, followed by the love of his life. They wrestled for a little bit, Henry’s naked skin brushing against the harsh fabric of Julie’s hiking outfit. Eventually the chaos settled and the laughter subsided.

“Fucking hell, Julie!” Henry scolded, “You damn near gave me a heart attack. I thought that fugitive had broken into our home.”

Lightly kissing him on the lips, Julie reached down and gripped his manhood tightly. “What if I told you that I was a fugitive?” Mocking her he pulled his wallet from the side of the bed. “Miss, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car and show me your id.”

Chuckling she threw her arms back in a mock attempt at shock. “Oh officer, surely there’s some understanding that we can come to.” Again she grabbed Henry, this time stroking him softly.

“Well that’s a good start.” Reclining back against the bed, Henry closed his eyes in anticipation. He sighed as the warm cavern of Julie’s soft lips drew him in, evolving into a primal moan as she worked him inside her mouth. Her delicate tongue traced circles along his shaft as she drew his length into her mouth. Sliding her mouth back to his tip, Julie proceeded to work her hand up and down his shaft while her moist tongue spun tight rings around his head.

Gripping the bed sheets tightly he moaned again. Henry was constantly amazed by Julie’s ability to work him into a frenzy. For three short months they had known one another intimately, and in that short time she had never once left him wanting.

“God, Julie. I don’t know how a guy like me was ever so lucky to hook up with you.”

But the deep, gravely voice that responded instead of Julie’s, shocked Henry. “You know, I’m kind of curious of that myself.”

Opening his eyes suddenly, Henry found himself face to barrel with a sawed-off shotgun. Standing behind the barrel, with a handful of Julie’s hair in the other hand, was a dark-haired, dirt-faced grunt of a man. The pale blue shirt and pants that he was wearing tagged him as “The Fugitive” from the radio newscast.

And that was the last thing on Henry’s mind before the butt of the gun rammed into his skull, blacking him out.

Eventually Henry regained consciousness, groggily shaking his head, only to discover the massive pain that followed. Groaning softly, Henry’s brow furrowed at the faint sound of a woman moaning.

Realizing that his hands were tied behind his back, and that he was on his knees, Henry slowly rolled over until he was lying on his side. Tilting his head upwards he saw a truly dismal sight. Julie, who was naked from the waist down, had her face buried in the bed sheets, and the uninvited guest had his face buried in the crack of her ass.

Obviously she was enjoying the oral attention. At first Henry was upset. Hurt that she would so willingly give herself over. Then he noticed the gun again, and instantly understood her situation. Who’s willing to take chances with an escaped fugitive?

Soon Henry realized something else. His fiancé’s incessant moaning at the hands of the criminal fugitive was stirring his cock to renewed life. Pulling his knees in to his chest, Henry was barely able to slip his bonds over his feet and bring his hands around to the front. Looking up, Henry noticed that the two had changed positions. Julie was now giving the same level of attention to her “friend” that she had given to him right before he was knocked out.

Henry’s shaft twitched at the sight of his fiancée gorging herself on this strange man’s cock. Aching for release, Henry’s balls ached and he throbbed horrendously between his legs. Licking his lips, Henry rubbed the palms of his bound hands along his shaft, curling his fingers around the soft, smooth head as he released a deep sigh.

Finally Henry gave in. He tightened his grip slightly as be worked both hands slowly up and down his length. A quick inspection of Julie revealed that she was still giving the fugitive a run for his money. A small, transparent gem of excitement appeared from the opening at his tip and Henry rolled the slick around with the pad of his thumb.

Henry watched silently while Julie relinquished the man’s stiff member, climbing onto his hips seconds before the convict impaled her upon his massive cock. Henry was spellbound as Julie ground her hips into the convict’s hips. Closing his eyes, Henry felt his balls tighten, surprised when his head suddenly exploded into the palm of his hand as he clutched it tightly.

His eyes flying open, Henry found the stranger standing over him, another handful of Julie’s hair in his hand, forcing her face into Henry’s crotch. Not knowing what to do, Henry simply looked up at the man with the shotgun. He dared not to look away from the man, but he could feel every inch of Julie’s tongue and mouth as she lapped up all of his mess.

“This is a real sweet piece of ass you got here, partner.” The convict mumbled through the cigar in his mouth, smiling devilishly. “Seems she hasn’t had enough, so I’ll let you two do your thing, and I’ll just sit over here and keep an eye on ya. Make sure ya don’t try and do anything funny.”

With that he let go of Julie’s hair and strolled back over to the bed, plopping down on the tortured mattress. Henry looked down and met eye-to-eye with Julie, and he saw a lust in her eyes that he had never realized before. Breathing heavily, she wrapped her loving lips around his head and proceeded to tickle him back to hardness.

Following a lead from the stranger, Henry grabbed a handful of Julie’s hair and pulled her head down, coaxing a moan from her wicked little mouth. For one of the rare times in his life, Henry found himself getting hard for a second go around. But he wanted to feel more ecstasy than her mouth alone could offer.

“Fuck me Julie. Do it now,” he ordered. Removing her lips from his rigid manhood, Julie climbed up into his lap, as he had seen her do a few minutes prior, and he slipped his cock inside in one smooth stride. Henry moaned as he felt her body envelope him, welling around him like a tight glove made of warm honey. Not only was her pussy hot and wet, but the stranger had left his cum inside her. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Again Julie built up a steady rhythm, bucking her hips wildly as she ground her pelvis into his. Leaning forward, Julie kissed a fiery trail of kisses along Henry’s neck, moaning hard against his skin suddenly. Glancing over her shoulder, Henry witnessed Julie’s hand splayed across top of her cheeks.

He titled his head to the side and kissed her just below her ear. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

With a mischievous grin she followed his gaze back to her hand and then looked up at the stranger. Leaning forward so that she stroked his tip just inside her, Julie whispered against his ear. “Henry? I want him to ride my ass, while I ride your cock.”

Henry was in shock, unsure how to respond, so Julie took his silence as affirmation and motioned for the stranger to join them. She rolled her finger around inside her tight bottom a few more times, pressing her forehead against Henry’s chest as she steadied herself in anticipation. She pressed the full length of her chest against Henry’s stomach; breathing in his fresh scent, as she reached both hands behind her and spread her cheeks wide in invitation.

Strolling over, cock in hand, the tall foul-mouthed fugitive knelt down behind Julie and stroked his tip up and down the valley of her buttocks. Leaning back, he spit onto her tight ring and pressed his thumb inside a few times in preparation.

Julie moaned in response, bracing herself against Henry’s chest. Rising to his knees once more, the stranger in blue pressed his tip against her backdoor and rocked his hips into her. Julie whimpered against Henry’s fur-covered chest as the fat tip popped through her ring and slid several inches inside suddenly.

Henry brushed his cuffed hands across her scalp and through her hair, kissing the side of her face as she gasped in response to the sudden invasion.

“Are you okay, baby?” He whispered as he felt her body clutch him tightly.

Tilting her head up to his, Julie kissed his chin lightly before she whispered in answer. “Just give it to me, stud.”

Then she was like a force of nature. Her body was like a live conduit, bathing both men in a hot tide of unbridled sexual fury. Henry hummed deeply as she rode him hard, coating his sac and legs in her hot passion. She was close and they both knew it. All at once, without warning, the heat inside her exploded in a violent, crashing wave.

Hard, rough fingers tightened into her buttocks as he thrust hard into her backdoor, filling her so completely in one mind-shattering instance. Henry gasped in shock as Julie but down hard upon his right nipple, moaning around his skin as her entire body trembled between the two men. Julie came so suddenly and violently, the men inside her had no choice but to concede their seed to her. Caught up in the whirlwind of ecstasy Julie’s muscles tensed and tightened, drawing every ounce of pleasure that she could from her lovers.

Finally after she had subsided, she collapsed on top of Henry’s chest, her body rising and falling with each breath taken. The stranger withdrew himself from Julie’s butt, causing a small shudder to course through her body, and he collapsed with a contented sigh beside her.

“Julie, this is our chance.”

“Huh,” she whispered. “What are you rambling about?”

“This is our chance to escape from this lunatic and go to the police.”

Propping herself up on Henry’s chest, she looked back at the stranger on the bed. “Yeah, I suppose now is as good a time as any to move on.”

Smiling, Henry slid out from beneath Julie and started dressing himself for the exhausting hike ahead.

“It’s almost a shame, y’know. Things were great while they lasted.” She whispered lightly.

“Yeah, it was a great experience,” Henry whispered. “But I don’t intend to wait around until he wakes up.” Then he heard a sharp metallic click.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about Tony, baby. I was talking about you.”

Slowly Henry turned to find himself looking down the barrel of a 38 special. “But at least I’ll always have this moment.” And her wicked smile was the last thing Henry ever saw.