Abducted And Enhanced Ch 04

This is not a stand-alone story, read parts 1-3 first, otherwise it will make no sense.

After my intense bout of lovemaking with the gorgeous Althea, I thought I'd lay off the sexual shenanigans for a day or two. Not that I was tired or exhausted, not at all! My super enhancements, courtesy of my friendly neighbourhood alien, seemed to have given me an almost inexhaustible stamina and appetite for sex. However, I don't think she had taken into account that I may have more to think about than just physically fucking one woman after another in a meaningless parade of tits and pussy.

I had fucked three women silly in two days, Rosie, Melissa, and Althea, and I wanted to take stock, purely for my own mental health. I'd always loved sex, who doesn't, but I wanted it to remain something special. I saw that I could easily go on a sexual binge, like a kid in a sweetie shop. (Candy shop for my American friends)

However, I've always been quite fastidious when it comes to sex, a little discriminating shall we say. Not racially, I hastily add, not the slightest bit, but by discriminating I mean I wouldn't fuck just

any

woman merely because she was available. I prefer women who are tall, slim, and above all, intelligent, but I'm always prepared to think twice regarding the tall part. I've met some wonderful petite women in my time, and tall is just a preference not a rule.

My love making or sex session, call it what you like, had taken place on the previous Monday with Althea, and since then, although there had been other opportunities I had kept myself pretty much to myself. There was plenty of time I reasoned, and a whole untapped city out there full of women who would probably go to bed with me if I took the notion.

I was thinking of women in my immediate circle who I'd like to seduce, women I had always fancied, but who, for some reason had been out of reach to me. For instance, Samantha my own doctor at the local medical clinic. She was a blonde stunner, with substantial tits and a great figure. Just like my hairdresser, Althea, I had always fancied her, and running into Althea at the local supermarket last Monday I had bedded

her

at the first opportunity. Next there was my dentist Jenny Anderson and her assistant who I lusted after too. I realised that none of these women were out of reach for me now, and I set my sights on them as my first priorities.

With thoughts and ambitions for these potential lovers drifting through my brain I took myself off to bed. I tossed and turned, and although I was tired, thoughts of Samantha and Jenny naked meant I didn't fall asleep for ages.

Humming... a humming noise... bright light, turned my eyelids blood red ... brighter... at the end of my bed I sensed, and then it faded to something more bearable, and I opened my eyes. She stood at the end of the bed, smiling down at me, my friendly neighbourhood alien as I had come to think of her. I sat bolt upright, surprised, my heart racing.

'Stay calm, you know I mean you no harm,' she assured me, still smiling, her face even more beautiful than I remembered.

'It's okay, I believe you,' I replied, 'but I was sound asleep, it takes a moment or two to come back to full consciousness.' She nodded, was that a universal gesture I wondered, or was it just great preparation, something she'd learned for talking to one of us? 'Is something wrong,' I asked, 'how can I help you?'

'Don't worry, I was just wondering,' she started, 'why after that first flurry of activity you had stopped using your new talents for sexual gratification. Is something wrong?' In response I pointed to a chair and invited her to sit down while we talked. She pulled the chair over towards the bed and sat down, less than three feet away from me. She sat back, relaxed and crossed her legs as I began to speak, all very earth like gestures.

'No, nothing wrong at all, they are amazing, and so far every woman who has been near me has responded positively to my pheromones. No,' I explained, 'I was just kind of pausing to take stock,' she looked puzzled, so I explained that it just meant I was pausing temporarily to think about what I was doing, and planning my next seductions before continuing, and she seemed pleased with my answer.

'Please continue as soon as you can. I'm getting some fascinating information from your first three adventures,' she confided. That piqued my curiosity I have to admit.

'Just how are you collecting your information?' I asked her, and she smiled again. 'Are you observing me in some way?' she shook her head.

'No, we don't have some super invisible spy camera watching you, or anything fanciful like some of those, "aliens from space," TV series on your entertainment channels. We just implanted extremely small subcutaneous monitors under your skin which pick up your vital functions and also the vital functions of your partners. We could observe you remotely if we wished, but I feel that may be too intrusive and detrimental to optimum performance. It could also prove to be disturbing to the observers.

'Disturbing to the observers? Do you mean they may become sexually excited?' I asked, I was already wondering if this stunning creature may become excited by my presence and therefore reachable, and by reachable, I meant fuckable. Her dark hair and eyes, slim figure and beautiful Spanish/Italian style good looks made her very, and I mean

very

desirable. I also realised, being realistic, that I was probably as attractive to her as a neanderthal man to a modern woman. Quite simply, she was out of my league.

'No, not all,' she flattened my hopes. 'We don't indulge in sexual play and emotions. We turned out backs on that many centuries ago. Too time consuming, too disturbing for the mental health of our populations.

'How then do you maintain your population if you don't indulge in sex?' I asked her. She thought for a moment.

'You don't really need to know that. Our population is well balanced and regulated so as not to destroy our planetary systems by over exploiting our resources,' she concluded.

'It seems to me,' I pointed out, 'that you look very human to me. Surely our DNA is not that different or incompatible?' she smiled again.

'It's almost identical,' she confirmed, and then added to the mystery. 'We made sure of that.'

Fucking hell, was she confirming like some alien conspiracy theorists believed, that they had manipulated the human race genetically in the distant past, making us what we were, a mirror image of her own people.

'Then you must have basically the same sexual organs and reproductive systems, and be capable of the same pleasures as we do?' I concluded. 'I can see by your figure, your body I mean, that you have the same mammalian features as a human female, breasts and slightly wider hips than the male of the species, which gives you a very appealing shape to my eyes.' She smiled again.

'Do you find me sexually attractive then?' she asked, laughing. I think her curiosity was getting the better of her judgement.

'Well of course I do,' I confirmed. 'By any human standards you are an extraordinarily beautiful woman, and I find you extremely attractive. You have a beautiful face and an amazing figure and I'd fuck you given the slightest chance,' I said boldly getting straight to the point and throwing caution to the winds. She actually blushed.

'Well, that will never happen,' she said calmly, 'but I'm intrigued that you find me attractive and would like to mate with me.' She stopped speaking for a moment obviously thinking, formulating her next question so I didn't interrupt her. When her next question came it took me by surprise by how personal it was. 'Has your appendage become engorged at the prospect?' she asked me. I'm proud to say I didn't hesitate, grabbing any chance that presented itself, and in response to her question I pulled back the covers and showed her my naked stiff cock, hard as can be. I never wear pyjamas and always sleep naked. Her eyes opened a little wider, I don't think she was expecting a visual confirmation when just a plain yes or no would have sufficed, yet I could see the curiosity in her eyes.

'Fascinating,' she murmured. 'Are you pleased with your enhancement? It looks very rigid,' and she pulled her chair closer to get a better look and leaned a little further forward to observe it. Was that just scientific curiosity I wondered. 'May I,' she asked gesturing with her hand. Fuck was she asking if she could touch me? I nodded, and she reached out and took me in her soft, warm hand. She felt along my length and my friendly neighbourhood alien had just unintentionally become a whole lot friendlier.

'Mmm... it feels so soft and delicate, yet there's a hardness at its core. Mmm... yes, fascinating indeed,' she repeated. Fascinating? Fuck, all I could do was watch as her elegant hand squeezed and stroked the length of my cock, my heart racing with excitement. My cock twitched in her hand, swelling a little more in my arousal. Her eyes opened a little wider again.

'Have you never felt or touched one before?' I asked in amazement. She shook her head.

'No, it's not something that's customary for us, we gave all this up centuries ago, I told you that earlier,' she reiterated.

'How does it make you feel?' I wanted to know, but she shook her head. Even without my pheromones, a woman touching a man's erect cock should feel

something

I thought, some level of arousal. She had already told me that her body was virtually identical to a human woman, so all her pleasure receptors, clitoris, breasts etc should be working fine although unused according to her.

Perhaps they were just dormant through lack of use, their custom dictated that sex was unnecessary, or even something added to their diet to suppress their sexual desires and feelings. I could only speculate, but I was going to try and seduce her, I'd made up my mind. What a fucking waste to have a woman like this who was virtually sexless.

'My pheromones wouldn't work on you then, is that what you're saying?' I challenged her. She looked at me with those wonderful big dark eyes, and smiled again.

'Are you trying to seduce

me

?' she laughed. 'It won't work, even without my air filters in place I doubt if they'd have any effect. I told you; we are totally immune to the attractions of sex. It's something that we see as a total waste of time, another reason why we study other species to understand and highlight the futility of it all. You humans spend inordinate years of your life in pursuit of sexual release when you could be turning your energies to a more useful future for your planet,' she finished, somewhat pompously I thought.

'So nothing I could do would make you even think of partaking in a sexual activity?' I asked.

'Nothing at all,' she said smugly. I smiled knowingly at her.

'You've evolved beyond all your sexual instincts then?' I asked her, and once again she proclaimed proudly that she had.

'Really?' I said in disbelief and she nodded her head to back up her assertions. 'Could you please tell me then why you are still playing with my cock?' She let go as if she'd been scalded.

'Sorry, I apologise, I wasn't thinking. I was just doing it... doing it...' She appeared embarrassed and flustered, her voice tailing off.

'Instinctively?' I suggested and she looked at me sharply. 'I think you liked how it felt, I think you liked doing it, didn't you?' but she just shook her head, saying nothing more.

'Okay, let's forget that' I seemed to concede. 'After all you're a guest on our planet, so it would be bad manners on my part to make you feel bad.' She looked a bit more comfortable now.

'You use air filters to help you breathe on our planet, is that because of the pollution?' I asked innocently. 'How does that work?' and she explained that the crew members who got what we would translate to, 'shore leave,' wore nasal air filters to purify the air, and she was no exception, except hers filtered out my pheromones too.

'But you've just told me that even if you weren't wearing them it wouldn't make any difference, they still wouldn't affect you because you're immune to any sexual feelings or urges,' I queried.

'That's right, it's just a protocol that I devised as a, "double lock," precaution,' she assured me.

'As a scientist, aren't you curious?' I teased her. 'If you don't test your own theory how will you ever know. You could be completely wrong, maybe that old sexual instinct is still alive, lying dormant, just waiting for some scientist on your planet to prove your theory is wrong. You're going to look really foolish if that happens, and yet you have the ideal test subject right here in front of you. Take the chance while you still can. All it would take is two or three minutes without your nasal filters to prove it one way or the other.' She nodded to herself, fuck she was giving this some serious consideration, I could hardly believe it.

'Mmm...' she was thinking, and I could see she was giving it some really serious thought. She may have been highly intelligent, from a race far advanced beyond anything on this planet, but it seems she knew nothing about psychology, or just plain sexual deviousness.

'How would you remove them anyway,' I asked, steering her towards the thought of taking them out. I was thinking that with her DNA being so close to our own, if she took them out and got a full blast of sexual pheromones, something she was unlikely to have any natural defence or resistance against, then I'd be fucking her in the next ten minutes. It was balanced on a knife edge, well at least in my mind it was.

'It's easy,' she replied, 'all I have to do is blow them out, like you would do if you had a cold, isn't that what you call that disease everybody here seems to have? We've been immunised against that.' I reached for a tissue and handed it to her, while her mind was on that thought.

'Here, blow them into this,' I suggested, leading her to do it. I don't know if she found the sight of my cock distracting or disturbing, but she put the tissue to her nose, blew and two small silver metallic buttons popped out of her pretty nose onto the tissue. She was defenceless... I hoped.

'Oh my, everything smells so different without them,' she declared. 'They filter out every kind of impurity and smell, it makes quite a difference when they are removed. You smell different too,' she added, 'but you're not affecting me in any way as far as I can tell.'

Give it time my beautiful star woman. You've come a long, long way to rediscover sex and hopefully be fucked I was thinking

.

Maybe she was right, she was immune I thought as a few minutes passed and there was no visible reaction that I could see. Let's give her a slight push, a helping hand I thought, so I took her hand in mine again and she looked at me, a quizzical expression on her face. I placed her hand on my cock, which she had been playing with unthinkingly a short time before and held it there for a few moments, and then I let go. She didn't! She wrapped her fingers around my hardness, gently but firmly and stroked it again as she had been doing earlier.

'Do you like my cock?' I whispered in her ear, and she nodded.

'Yes, it's lovely,' she said, her voice sounding a little hoarse. 'It feels nice, but I shouldn't be touching you like this really' and as she said it she stroked it back and forth gently.

'And how do you feel?' I asked her. 'Mmm...very strange, but that's nice too,' she confessed looking up at me adoringly with that now familiar distracted look. She was standing close to me now, and I encircled her in my arms and she came willingly, meekly. I stroked her back, her bottom, gently massaging her body, and she seemed to be liking it, but when I reached for her breasts and began massaging them too, she closed her eyes and let out a small, whimpering moan, especially when I found the nipples and squeezed them.

'Please don't do that... it's... it's... confusing... please... don't,' but she made no physical attempt to remove my hands from her tits, so I continued to caress and play with them, squeezing her nipples gently through the fabric of her tunic.

I searched for and found some fastening on her tunic, a bit like Velcro, and opened it up. She wore no bra, but her tits were as beautiful as the rest of her, small but perfectly shaped with dark areolae and nipples just a shade lighter. She moaned and gasped with pleasure as I gently squeezed and stroked her naked tits, my hands on her sublimely smooth skin must have felt even better than touching her through the cloth. I was enjoying this, my fingers pulling carefully on the nipples. Her breathing was all shot to hell, gasping for air. She'd maybe never felt anything like this before but by fuck she was loving it.

Next I found the fastening on her trousers, I must have gotten lucky in some way and they just fell away as if by magic, leaving her entirely naked apart from her shoes. These alien women it seemed wore no underwear.

'Stop it,' she moaned ineffectually as she continued to hold and feel my cock. 'This is not... not... supposed... to happen...please.' Maybe some distant part of her brain was reacting as if she should react differently, but her body was betraying her with every touch and stroke of my hands.

I kissed her open mouth as she gasped for air, she kissed me back, she was a quick learner, moaning all the time.

'Not hygienic,' she groaned, 'this... is so... wrong... stop... stop,' but I kissed her again, hushing her protests, and despite the apparent lack of hygiene foremost in her mind she kissed me back hungrily, and enthusiastically as I continued to stroke every inch of smooth naked skin I could get my hands on. She was shivering, but not with cold, with sheer sexual arousal.

I caressed her buttocks, kneading her soft, pliant flesh, pushing my pelvis forward hard against her, and she finally relinquished her grip on my cock. Her arms went round my neck, surrendering the rest of her wonderful body to my hands, and now my cock too as it slotted between her open thighs.

To my delight her pussy was completely bare; was she shaven, waxed, or just naturally smooth? I didn't know and didn't care as I let my fingers slip between her legs. She may have known nothing about sex, but she instinctively adjusted her stance, moving her legs wider apart granting me access to her pussy, and glory be, she was wet, not just a little wet, but a wonderful slippery, abundant wetness, and leaking her wetness down the inside of her thighs. She mewled like a happy cat as my fingers spread her substantial labia releasing another flood of her juices.

'What are you doing... you mustn't... touch me... there... not like... that... oh my... oh... oh... don't... please stop... I've never... don't know... didn't know... it was like... this.' I led her to the bed, where she lay down with me beside her, and I kissed her mouth gently prising her lips open, kissing her mouth passionately and intimately while she gasped for breath through her excitement. Then I sucked her nipples, and all the time my fingers were causing havoc between her legs.

They may have abandoned sex centuries before, but sex had not abandoned them, her hips were moving in that ancient and instinctive fucking motion, sliding back and forth seeking even more pleasurable sensations, and it wasn't long in coming.

'Oh please... don't... please stop... what... what's happening... to me... don't... stop... oh I'm dying... I can't... stand it... aaaaargh,' she almost screamed as her very first orgasm ripped its way through her alien pussy, making her shudder and moan with delight.

She lay there in the aftermath of her orgasm, tears in her eyes, obviously completely overcome by the strangeness of it all, and the pleasure I had inflicted on her unsuspecting body. I slid over on top of her and she opened her eyes, looking at me, puzzled again, not knowing or at least not sure what was about to happen, but even not knowing she was loving the sensation between her legs as I reached down between us and rubbed my swollen knob against her pussy lips.