Ralph Burch - Women Abducted

"Are you sure she's gonna leave town?" asked Amy.

"I'm sure."

"She tell you?"

"Of course not, nerd-head." He squeezed her thigh. "I know because I'm an expert as to what people do under pressure."

"Maybe she's going to go where the money is."

"No way. She hasn't the faintest idea. But the bank will pull the chain if she shows up missing. I can't afford that."

"You men know it all. I say she's got the money."

"I say you've got the money. You fucked her husband and sweet-talked him into stealing it."

She glared at him. Then she laughed. "You're half right. Richard and I screwed up a storm at his place on the lake. Paula never liked camping. But he never tipped me one word on the money."

"Listen, Amy. As far as I'm concerned you're in this up to your sexy little ass. More than her."

Amy was no Paula. The horny D.A. investigator intrigued her and delighted her. She'd readily agreed to help keep an eye on her sister.

"So why am I here?"

"Two reasons, hot hips. First, if she takes off I want you to follow her."

She complained about that, pointing out that she had a husband who'd soon be home from his filling station looking for dinner. Roy said he'd cover that. Amy's husband knew something was up and was fascinated by Roy's questions. He was a gossipy old man, so Roy hadn't told him what was going on, but Roy knew he'd cooperate.

"So why don't you follow her?"

"Because I've got to see the D.A. tonight and make a report. I don't dare let him or the bank know that your sister's skipped. She won't go far. They never do, leaving on impulse at night. When she grabs a motel for the night, you'll call me at home. By morning I'll relieve you and you can come back."

"Can't you use your own men?"

"Sure," he said cheerfully, "but they can't suck cock like you can, nor would I let 'em. That's the second reason I called you."

Roy had his soft prick out even as he spoke and Amy groaned.

"Oh lover, not just before dinner."

"Appetizer," he grinned. He would've preffered to take down her chocolate pants and get his cock safely up between those hard little buttocks. He hadn't reamed Amy's ass yet, but he would. It excited him to think of sodomizing both sisters and it would be great to do it right after he'd done Paula. But it was too dangerous on the open street.

Amy held his soft cock mass, prick and balls, nd felt her cunt tingle and go wet. Roy was a fabulous stud and she'd eat his cock anytime of the day or night to keep the sex going. When you had an older husband you couldn't afford to be a prude.

She laid across his lap and began to suck the soft cock hard. "Hey, it smells funny. Saaay, you haven't been screwing my sister?"

"Are you crazy? Paula would turn me over to the DA in two seconds and it'd ruin the case. Besides, does it smell like cunt?"

"No."

"I just didn't have time to shower today. Ahhhhhh." Secretly Roy revealed in the thought of Amy sucking his cock right after he'd fucked her sister in the ass. He wasn't quite hot enough yet to fully enjoy it, but wild little Amy would soon take care of that. He slumped forward, spread his legs and watched in fascination as his cock grew hard in the woman's eager mouth. At once he felt those deep, impossible thrills that went with good sex.

Amy loved this prick. To her it had a separate existence from the man it belonged to. The balls were not particularly big but they were always spongy and full, wrinkled and much darker than the rest of him. His nuts in those sacs made her crazy hot. Then there was the shaft, not tapered like her husband's but full and big all the way up. Blue veins grew like miniature snakes when she aroused him. The cock went to jutting iron and yet the skin was so soft and moved so easily over the rigid muscle.

Her mouth fit his cock head wonderfully well.

She got her tongue tight to the underside of his shaft and forced the cock head with its fluted fullness into the arch of her mouth. Then she used a finger to trace the hot sex feelings up from his seam between the balls and up his shaft to where her mouth took over to service the nerve-rich prick head. He loved that action. He actually whimpered as she turned on his whole sex machine in just a few minutes of tight sucking and tonguing.

"God in heaven, you can suck a cock," he muttered, voice thick like he always got in sex.

"Mmmmmmmm."

As usual he loosened her pants and got a hand inside of her panties. She made a protest sound in her throat but she knew it wouldn't do any good. She jumped as he pressed a finger against her asshole. She'd decided he was kind of hung up on asses. He'd swirl his finger around on her button and the first thing she knew he had fingered right inside of her. She didn't like it but it excited her. She wondered if he'd have the nerve to actually fuck her in the ass. Probably not, most guys didn't. Just the same she was going to whisper the idea into his ear one day because she'd always been curious as to what a prick in the ass would feel like.

"Ah!" she gasped as her whole body gave a jerk. His thumb voilated her butt while his finger dug into her cunt. Like a two bole bowling ball, she thought. It startled her and really turned her on.

"Suck, woman!" he commanded.

"Oh, Jesus, don't do that," she begged. "I don't like to be fingered." She held his prick, silky with her saliva and jacked him off. The powerful hard-on throbbed drily and he cooed. He kept up the finger action and she had to roll her loins to the sweeping good feeling.

"Roy, I'm horny. Suck me."

"Fingers will do."

"I can't keep my mind on your prick when you do that."

"What mind, you criminal bitch murderer?"

It was the first time he'd suggested anything like that and it thrilled her and made her hotter. She hadn't killed Richard-what good was a man dead in bed?-and she hadn't been in on the money thing, but she'd wondered if Richard hadn't been killed somehow out on the lake. A silent partner, maybe.

Sex-lovers as they were they quickly adjusted. She ate his cock head and then licked and nibbled greedily down the side of his cock. She gently ate his balls and ate her way up to the other side, only to cap and suck his prick top again while he made hot little buck motions of pleasure and his breath whistled in and out.

When she tired, he worked her with his fingers. He had them so deeply into her that he could pinch against the membrane that separated her cunt from her anal passage and she went dizzy to feel that. She rutted on his fingers, whispering, "Good, hot, ohhhhhh, more."

When she began to plant and show signs of giving up her sexuality he eased off and she had to suck some more. Then he got a hand on her big breasts and she floated off into heaven.

Suddenly, as it always came, she went into her fucked bitch. She tensed and cried out in joy. She brought her legs together, squeezing his fingers on the front seat of his car.

No class, Roy thought, as she felt her loins throb in orgasm. But very sexy. He especially liked the steady, healthy throb of her asshole on his thumb as it harmonized with her quaking cunt. His whole hand up to the wrist was wet with her silken juices, and he felt the sweet goneness of his own sex ecstasy, feeling her come.

"Dee-drink," he gasped.

She barely had enough voluntary power left to cap his prick and cream off his luscious spurts of jism as her orgasm lessened. She thought of molten liquid gold as she drank off his come, so pungent and thick as it burst from his cock. His powerful tension and easing really delighted her as it confirmed her woman's sexuality, making the big, hard male give up his spuming manhood.

Too soon he jerked his prick out of her mouth.

"Hey!" she protested. She wanted to lie there for a while and enjoy the afterglow of the marvelous sex.