Ralph Burch

Women Abducted

Chapter 1

The last chance for the two women to escape the flood waters that crept closer to the isolated house came at about five P.M.

"We really ought to head for my apartment in Weatherford," said Alice Kellog nervously. "It's on the fourth floor. We'll be safe." "No," said May Springer. "We'll be safer here. High ground."

The petite blonde, Alice, paced nervously." But we're so far from help… May, if my son gets through, do you mind if I leave with him?"

"You leave with him," said May. She could never explain to her friend, Alice, that this sturdy house was her bulwark-all she had in the world. If the flood took it, she wanted to go too. Alice had never understood May's peasant, primitive soul. A house, a piece of ground that sustained you, that you were willing to die for.

In fact May Springer enjoyed the danger of the high waters, the rains, the deep feeling of herself against raw nature. It was-well, sexual. The nipples of her full breasts stood out against the thin shirt she wore and tingled. Her cunt, snugged against the tight hold of her cut-off jeans, felt alive, slightly wet, as if the fluids in her body responded to the awesome rushing waters outdoors. She was barefoot, her long, dark hair in strings. If Alice weren't here, she'd tear off her clothes and wallow in the sheets of water that ran on each side of the house, turning her head up to the driving rain and screaming her ecstasy and challenge to the elements.

May's life in Weatherford was dull. This dangerous flood made her feel alive for the first time in months. She'd spent the afternoon outside, saving things from the rising waters and buttressing the retaining wall behind the house. If that wall went Alice fumed and paced. She looked incongruous in the big, dark house with the roar of the fierce rain on the roof and the gut-freezing sound of that rising water on two sides of the place. She wore a dressy, and silken pants suit that hugged her petite figure. The spotless off-white was set off by a gay scarf at her neck. Her pretty face was neatly made up, including earrings of gold, and her soft blonde hair retained the perfect, buttery curls of normal weather. To her, the flood in Weatherford was a frightening outrage.

Don Kellog arrived shortly after five. "Forget the city." he said. "You need a boat down there. I'll bet I'm the last one out."

Alice flew into her son's arms as soon as he took off his slicker.

"Oh, Don, what's going to become of us?" she wailed.

"We'll be safer than down in Weatherford," the young man said. He looked at May over his mother's shoulder and rolled his eyes. They both understood Alice's self-involvement.

Not that you're much better off, thought May. Momma's boy. But she had warm feelings for young Don. He was very handsome, a young blonde god-type and he turned her on. Which she'd always been careful to conceal from Alice. Now May felt a reckless surge of sexuality. Don had better keep out of her way on this long, exciting night ahead of them!

They assessed the situation. Three days of pounding rain had sent the Brighton River on a rampage. This afternoon the earthen Forks Dam had broken. The whole valley was a lake and it was National Guard and Red Cross time.

"But will we be safe here?" wailed Alice again.

"Go upstairs, Alice," said May. "Give us a full report on the water run from all parts of the house."

When Alice fluttered up the stairs, May said: "I want your car and mine against the edge of the retaining wall. Alice won't like it. She thinks we'll be able to drive out of here."

Don whistled gravely. "That bad, huh?"

"Pretty bad." She went up to him and hugged him and gave him a light kiss. In her sexed-up state she couldn't help it. He looked into her excited, dark eyes and some of the flame jumped to his.

"Why, you're getting a kick out of this," he laughed in surprise. His hands lingered on her thin shirt, hot and heavy.

She gave him another squeeze with her hand. "I turn-on to storms. Even dangerous ones." Their eyes locked. It wasn't the first time sex signals had passed between the young man and the voluptuous older woman. May just couldn't help testing Don's priggishness, his closeness to his mother.

Now she ran her hand inside his pants pocket and lightly touched his cock. Don blushed. "The car keys-in the other pocket," he mumbled and got them out. His eyes had a new fire in them and she could see the vein in his throat jump.

She grabbed his hand and they ran out into the torrents of rain like a couple of children, he forgetting his slicker.

"Oh, wow. Oh, Jesus!" he cried as the storm lashed them.

"Aieeee!" she yelled in delight, turning her face up to the rain. Her heart pounded in the excitement of exposure to the elements. Their bodies bumped together and suddenly the strong young man caught her and kissed her.

It was tremendously sexual-the cold pounding rain on her head, back, butt and bare legs, while the hot, young mouth probed her lips and brought her a different, warm liquid. She had to gasp and then opened her mouth for his tongue and they rocked in sudden ecstasy, his hands digging into her rich buttocks, her belly moving against his abdomen.

How many times had she wanted this to happen? How many times had she seen the lust in his blue eyes, hot and hungry, but there was always Alice and the politeness of dull daily living.

"Oh, Jesus, I've always wanted to fuck you!" he cried in her ear, as they rocked together.

Warm flushed ran up and down her body. "We've got a long n-night ahead," she managed. She felt light-headed, giddy, felt inner restraints lifting inside of herself. Tonight anything was possible. They lived in the shadow of death and all the rules were changed.

Then they dashed for the cars and worked them along the wall to extend the safety line and provide stout metal against rising waters.

"Our cars will be ruined!" cried Alice as she met the two dripping figures that returned to the house.

"The cars have to go to save the house," said May bluntly. She dripped water on the rug carelessly. Her shirt was plastered tight to her body and her full breasts with the eager nipples stood out-lined as strongly as if she were naked. "There's insurance."

"Oh, May, you look like a drowned rat," said Alice. She grabbed a blanket from the sofa in front of the fireplace. "Cover yourself before you catch a cold. Old women like us can't take chances."

May noted with amusement that young Don looked disappointed as she settled the blanket on her shoulders. His eyes stayed riveted on her breasts and she took plenty of time to adjust and readjust the blanket before she covered them.

"You, Don, you're a soggy mess. Get right out of those clothes and into a hot shower." His mother fussed at him, pushing him towards the bathroom.

"Hey, hey," protested Don. "I got no other clothes."

"I'll get you a robe from upstairs!" said Alice desperately. "Go to your shower at once."

"Calm down, Alice," said May.

"I thought I saw the two of you hu-hugging when I looked out of the window upstairs," said Alice. "I hope I didn't see that. God, I hope I was wrong." She stood like an angry, pretty judge, legs far apart, blue eyes blazing, blonde curls disarrayed from the vehement tosses of her head in her distress. "Oh, God, this is terrible. The TV's gone because your antenna broke and we can't get news. Your only radio works on batteries and they're almost dead. The world's coming to an end and I thought I saw-I saw-"

"Go get your shower, Don," said May evenly. "Alice go upstairs for the robe. You'll also find that the radio works better up there."

Not much point in hearing the news. "Rising flood waters" was the only message tonight. The telephone was already out and so was the electricity. Their only amenities were candles for light and a fire in the fireplace for warmth.

After Don retired to the bathroom, Alice glared at May who looked back at her evenly. Alice didn't trust herself to speak-she'd seen that hot kiss and groping all right and was shocked right down to her bones that her best friend would make a pass at her son. Then Alice flounced up the stairs, reassured by the rushing sound of the shower that she could hear above the low monotony of the pounding rain. May wanted to break something in frustration. She was sexed up, hungry for the young man's prick. It had been building for years. But always there was Alice and the constraints of society. She knew the young man wanted her, brought alive by the wildness of the elements. But it was still Alice's world, even to the moment that the house swept away and they all drowned, prudish, proper and moral to the very end.

God!

She stalked out to the rear porch to save some of the furniture, give herself something to do. The small bathroom window stared at her.

She felt her heart begin to pound as she rapped on the glass. Be a good trick on Alice if The frosted lower pane shot up and Don's wet face appeared.

"I could use some help in dragging this furniture out of the way," she said.

He stared at her, uncomprehending for a moment. Then his blue eyes dropped to her breasts and he understood. A wild fire appeared in his eyes. "May-"

It was all there. The protected rear porch, the comfortable chaise lounge, the hissing shower inside that would fool Alice. Still it hung in the balance. Don had his hang-ups. His mother hated sex; had ruined his marriage. Had pulled him back to her side, kept him at an insignificant job in a filling station, disparaged his dating. Any other man would've felt May's strong, peasant sex needs and found a way to reach her. Don had too much Alice in him.

May took his head in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. Then she fell back laughing as Don jerked back, slammed open the small window and began to crawl out, naked on the porch.

"Don't lose any skin," she warned him. Once again she was glad her house was an old one with an ordinary window for the bath instead of one of those bar-turn affairs you couldn't get out of.

"May-May-"

"You need me, boy," she whispered. She peeled off her thin shirt. "Oh, God."

She felt a wild exultation as their bodies came together, his, warm and wet from the shower, powerful. Her nipples burned into his flesh, and she felt deep rushes of delight, while he crushed her in a kiss and their tongues slid from mouth to mouth. She felt light-headed, a stranger to herself, a different creature in this world of rain, flood and doom. There were no longer rules of politeness and respectability-only cock and cunt and aching animal hungers against the deaths they would probably die before morning.

May had never felt so sexual in all her life. Always before, there was tomorrow, what people would think, obligations. Now there was the final totality.

Her belly dug against his and she felt his young cock harden against her pants. Then it was gone as he dropped his head for that blessed moment of fire when he sucked her naked nipples.

"Oh, God, you have fantastic breasts," he gasped. "All the time I wanted-wanted-"

She didn't believe she could stand the ecstatic burst of sex feeling that possessed her as he bit and sucked her nipples. Her cunt flowed fiercely against the cut-off jeans and swelled and swelled in excited desire.

"Don… baby… you'll muh-make me come," she exulted as she dug her fingers into the sweet, firm flesh of his naked back. She felt a hot core of her womanhood opening up from her knees to her shoulders. Wild rushes of pleasure from her loved breasts made her grunt-"Ahhhhh, Jesus-"

"Oh, those tits, those tits-" he went. His hot tongue traced fire down one soft, full mound, groveled in her cleavage and rode up to the other as she whined in pleasure-distress and had to buck her loins in helpless fuck motions.

When May felt sexed up she could go to orgasm. She wanted the aching, rising pleasure-desire to lift into an explosion worthy of the end of the world. Reluctantly she pulled his head free of her breasts.

While he stood there trembling she slid to her knees, digging her wet, warm tongue into his firm young flesh. Down, down…

"OH, MAY!" She had taken his pulsing cock into her mouth. His prick was long, powerful as befitted her young blonde god. The knob of the sensitive cock-head almost filled her mouth. She pressed it firmly into the arch of the roof of her mouth and bobbed her head. His whole body quivered with the delight sex brought him.

"God, oh, God, May! Ahhhhhh. Alice says dirty-must never… Ahhh, ohhhh."Hehadto buck his loins as she had had to a moment before.

She loved the taste of meat in her mouth from his prick. The rigidity of it. The smooth skin so free over the stiff muscle. The taste of his pre-seminal fluid flowing from the dark prick hole as a promise of the male explosion to come.

She released his cock-head and allowed him to throb deliciously while she jacked him off, using her warm saliva as lubricant.

"Alice-almost ruined you-her repressions," she told him. Then she pulled him to the chaise lounge and slid on top of him in the 69 position, her mouth to his cock, his mouth to her cunt. She wiggled out of her cut-off jeans and nested her sex tight to his mouth.

"You m-mean-I can suck you?"

"Eat it," she commanded. "Dig your tongue in. Find my clit, Don. Drive me crazy. Ahhhhhhh."

She lay on top of her young lover in complete delight, slowly working her cunt against his eager mouth, feeling deep rushes of growing sex madness-ronic that it took a catastrophe to make her face her own powerful sex needs. All the years, through two husbands and lots of lonely times, she had tried to be dainty and restricted as a woman should. Her ex-husbands had still found her over-sexed. After that, she existed in Alice's polite, cosmetic world, dating men that the blonde attracted and discarded when they got too bold in their approaches. She'd always felt she needed Alice's moral strength to protect her from a disastrous promiscuity that would destroy her. The flood washed away that nonsense. Even Don whose presence had been a test of her will power was no longer a game figure but a rich fulfillment.

She toyed with his cock, teasing him a little, while she felt her inner, true womanhood flower. The rushing flood waters on both sides of the house, the drumming rain, the electric excitement in the air, the feel of the spray in this open, honest and elemental hour thrilled her to the core of her being.

She began to suck him now, gently massaging his full balls with one hand to create still more sex juice. She -rimmed the fluted cock head with her tongue and ate down his shaft with deliberate slowness feeling the increasing pleasure of his cock from his movements and his prick tension. This was one pleasure-crazed boy.

His tongue, his teeth, his mouth whipped her to a higher and higher plane of bitch heat. The core of her being glowed with white-hot joy and aching tension now.

"May, I've dreamed of this so much-wanted you-"

"You're a beautiful boy, driven crazy by your uptight mother, Don. You deserve to be fucked and sucked and loved to madness."

"Uh, ah, oh, it feels so good."

"Eat and enjoy!" She put a demand suck on his prick and heard him gasp and felt the big, powerful body surge up into the approach to a heavenly male sex explosion.

Not yet.

She pulled off his naked warmth to let his cock dry-throb its pleasure for a few moments. Faintly she heard Alice's pounding on the bathroom door and the querulous voice calling.

"May-she'll catch us." The young man still feared his mother.

"Stick your head in the window. She still thinks you're taking a shower.

Don did so, bawling out to Alice that he was still showering. Alice called some question and Don looked at May. May mouthed a word.

"She went to the garage, I think!" Don shouted through the shower towards the closed door in the bathroom.

Safe enough. The priggish Alice wouldn't invade her son's privacy, nor risk the elements to check the garage.

She pulled him back to the chaise lounge and their eyes met in a solemn pact of total sex commitment. This time she slid her voluptuous body under his and spread her legs. Flood or no, Don came down on top of her with an expression that told he'd reached heaven.

"Oh, May, May."

She felt his huge, hungry prick dig at her outer cunt lips and canted upwards to permit him her pink, wet tunnel. His cock slid into her while their eyes locked in the utter joy of the moment. May had never felt such a delicious first penetration into her hot vagina. She felt he broke some swollen, itching, aching membrane and drove his hot male hardness into the center of her being.

"We-can't last long," she told him. She didn't want him to feel inadequate by the rocking explosion that would have to come all too quickly. They were both sexed up, quivering over the abyss of rich fulfillment.

"Fuck, fuck," she said. "Let it all go."

"Ahhh, ohhh, eeee," he went. He rocked his prick into her, dominating and filling every cranny of her cunt and she knew she'd been destined for young men's pricks from the beginning. Older men could not satisfy her powerful, voluptuous body.

Slowly, slowly he eased down on her, their bellies touching, breasts touching, mouths touching.

The first wild ecstasy for her was the thrill of that strong, young cock thrusting hilt deep into her while they kissed madly, hot, sweet saliva bubbling between them, tongues entwined, hearts pounding furiously.