Ralph Burch - Women Abducted

But Cynthia took his head and kissed it. "Robbie and I have decided not to get a divorce just yet. We've decided to try swinging instead. With you and Scotti."

Doug howled at this new suggestion of outraging morality. Scotti rolled her eyes.

"If you think-" Doug began.

Robbie raised a hand. "I think we get a snack first. Then all go to our room and we can fuck the rest of the night away."

That time it took the Wells only two minutes to convince Scotti and five to convince Doug.

It always happened the same way. Paula Mortom would be sitting in her darkened living room in her beautiful house in Meadow Falls, staring at the wall. She wore a white pant suit with nothing under it, because the young D.A.'s Investigator wanted her to. If she didn't do what Switzer wanted, her whole family would be terribly disgraced her mother, her father, her sister, and herself. She would have to go to jail. He'd told her that.

It was deathly quiet in the house. In these twilight moments Paula sometimes thought she heard her dead husband's voice. He'd been dead over a month now, but she still wasn't used to it. Then she heard young Switzer's car pull into her driveway and she shuddered. When the elegant bhimes sounded, she answered the door reluctantly. He was young, blond, very masculine. He was in his late twenties and she was not quite thirty-five but he seemed young to her, alien, powerful, strange.

"Did you find the money, Paula?" he asked.

She'd glaced at him once quickly, then dropped her eyes. She shook her head. He took her by the hand firmly and closed the door. He walked her back into the living room. Today there were fewer preliminaries than usual.

"Put your hands on that table, Paula. Both hands."

She gave a sigh but did as he asked. She felt his hands on her waist, undoing her pants. He skinned them down over the graceful flare of her hips. She gave a small gasp as he kneaded her baked buttocks.

She heard the small "click" behind her as he opened the vaseline container and then his fingers greased her crack. She shivered as he worked the greasy stuff between her buttocks. The sensitive nerves around her asshole sent tender flashes up her body.

"Do we-have to-" she begged.

"No," said the young man. "I can take you to the Meadow Falls jail and charge you as an accomplice in your husband's theft of two hundred thousand dollars from the bank. Then it would be all in the papers on TV. We could have a real fancy trial. The Thurston name would be spread all over. Your mother, father and sister would thank you for that."

He had thoroughly greased her crack now and she felt her cunt swell. He didn't touch her cunt but it got juicy anyway, and she felt warm inside. She wished she didn't, but a person was made of flesh, and flesh had to respond to sexual stimulation.

Now she had to press her hands so firmly on the table that the knuckles showed white because he began to go into her. His voice got rheumy and thick with sex excitement.

"God, you've got a fabulous ass, Paula. I never saw such a sexy ass on a female."

He'd pulled apart her rich buttock cheeks and dug his finger into her sphincter. She tried to resist, holding her breath and tensing the muscles of her abdomen, including her ass muscle. She knew it wouldn't do any good, but she always tried to resist.

His finger broke through her seal and dug into her gut. She had to give a gasp of pain and distress at this outrageous penetration of her body. To her, her rectum was the most private, secret part of her body and she felt ashamed to have a man she hardly knew force his fingers right up her butt. But he was a pervert; he loved asses and he especially dug hers. When he was around her, he kept patting and squeezing her cheeks and feeling in her crack. Even when he wasn't touching her, he kept his eyes on her rear. Even more embarrassing, he kept talking about it as if it were separate from her, like her house or car.

"So firm-yet it quivers like jelly when you walk. A perfect female shape, with your long wait and then the flare of your sexy mounds, and that mysterious crack. That smooth skin and those uplift lines under each cheek, cheerful and sexy."

That wasn't all. He babbled about how her inner seam looked, all pink and the protecting hairs and the pucker of her hole, and how great it was to lick it, or finger it or fuck into it.

Paula had heard that guys who liked anal sex were partly homo, but it didn't fit Switzer. He liked what he called "girl ass". To Paula this perverted use of the un mentionable part of her body was a trip to hell, as shocking as the sudden death of her husband. It fit the dark, twilight gloom of the living room and the purgatory she lived in.

Her ass was open now. She bent over the table, pants down and his fingers probing into her tender, pink gut tissues. The first few times it had been excruciating. If it hadn't been for the shock of her husband's death, it would've driven her screaming from the house. Today it was no longer a strange situation. He had two fingers up her hole, relaxing her sphincter. She felt pain at the stretching of her tight muscle and the unpleasant fullness of his fingers inside of her. Most of all she felt the extreme tenderness of her flesh and the heat of the friction and-she had to admit is-a sexual feeling that she didn't want to admit.

His pants were down, he was hard. She heard his crooning of delight as he greased his prick with the vaseline. So different from her husband. Switzer was a lecherous, hard young man, eager to use her body. Yet his passion was stronger than the way Richard had been in the past few years. Richard or no other man had ever touched her butt. Her married sex life had been ordinary and average.

Here it came. "Roy," she murmured in desperation and protest as if the use of his name could stop him. She felt the blunt head of his big cock press her sphincter. Then a breathless moment as the big cock head brought pain and then a rush as he shoved his prick into her ass.

"Hah, oh. Toooooo much," she cried softly.

The cock, several inches inside her gut, throbbed its pleasure to the owner.

"Oh, my God, luscious," he moaned. It was weird, the joy he got out of ass-fucking into her. Each time seemed better than the last time to him, she thought. He reached his first peak by holding the bones of her hips tightly and forcing his cock deep in her body. Slowly, slowly, the conquering prick unsealed her very tight, tender asshole, and she felt as if it invaded her body much deeper than if she'd been fucked. It went to the very center of her being, threatening her integrity. His hard, masculine cock meat tore at the very vulnerable center of her being.

He reached up under her to knead her tits, naked under her blouse. Her nipples had to press in erection against those hot palms. His whole body hugged hers as he held her in his act of sodomy, crooning softly at dominating the female through her ass.

She wanted to eject his prick with her strong intestinal muscles, but she only succeeded in giving him pleasure as she struggled briefly and hopelessly against his tight assfuck lock.

"You like it, you quiet bitch," he laughed. His teeth nipped at her neck through the blouse. "Paula Morton, the high class, gracious banker's wife. Beautiful, remote, like some goddam queen. Always in the local society columns. Always so proper and sweet and wholesome, as if your shit doesn't stink. But you like cock in your hot butt. Know why?"

"Oh, Roy," she begged.

"I've trained your ass, honey. You didn't know that, you poor dumb innocent. Those tender membranes have plenty of nerves to be stroked by what comes out-or what goes in. That's because nature wants a crap to feel good, so you'll do it often. Your glory hole really like the slide of my cock these days."