Abductee Extras 1
This is the continuing erotic adventures of the 'hero,' from my previous six part series, 'Abducted and Enhanced.' I strongly advise you to read that first, although I have given a short explanatory summary of previous events here too.
After I was abducted by aliens, very nice aliens it has to be said, and very human in appearance, I found myself living the ultimate sexual dream. From an ordinary guy, I was thanks to alien technology, enhanced in certain ways to aid them in their anthropological study of the human race.
Thanks to Valsa, my alien first contact who was studying human sexual behaviour, I could now tell just by looking and sniffing, if a woman was sexually receptive to me. I had also been physiologically enhanced so that I emitted very strong sexual pheromones, which seemed to attract and arouse women to the point where they found me virtually irresistible. That was the strongest and most useful, 'weapon,' in my armoury. Sounds like a dream come true, what else did they do? Well, and this is probably the best bit, they surgically improved my sexual member by something like 50% which expanded my average six inch cock to nine inches with a corresponding girth.
I was still finding out things about my new enhancements, pretty much by trial and error, as I seduced and made love to various women. I found I was aware of their increased heart rate as well, another sign of sexual arousal in my prospective partners. Plus, their non-verbal body language, indicators of attraction impossible to hide, had become an open book to me after Valsa downloaded the information directly to my brain. Don't ask me, I have no clue how they did it, or how they did anything else for that matter
The women I was making love to were now reacting with a vastly increased libido and at orgasmic levels they had never known before. Finally, I could perform for longer and control my own orgasms, ejaculating only when I was ready to do so. It's a cliche I know, but I was a human fuck machine. Although I hasten to add, I was still very much me, human with the same values and scruples as I had before.
I was having a lot of fun, although not going overboard. That was probably due to those values and scruples I mentioned a moment ago. I wasn't fucking just any woman who came along for the sake of fucking her. I was being quite fastidious about who I seduced. There had to be something special about her, something that appealed to me on more than just a physical level. I've bypassed the most beautiful woman in the room quite a few times, and made love to the one who seemed less attractive just because of some quirk, some personality trait in her that I found interesting.
There was one type of woman I found almost irresistible, and I apologise in advance to the religious amongst you, but I loved to seduce the 'forbidden fruit.' It started when I was first testing out my new found powers, and found Melissa. She was my second conquest, and we had met in the local churchyard, where she was quietly reading a book on a bright and sunny Sunday morning. We had started talking and got down and dirty on the grass between the tombstones soon after meeting. Later that morning I found out that she was not only the church organist, but the minister's wife too. That certainly added a bit of spice and forbidden thrill to the occasion.
Now, whenever I found an attractive churchgoing, fervently Christian woman, I was tempted to be the snake in her garden of Eden, and fuck her senseless. They were no better than any other lover, but that edge of naughtiness was irresistible.
I started going to church, or should I say churches on Sunday mornings. Not the same one though, I went to different ones a couple of times a month. I was always made very welcome, because most churches have falling attendances and they were all desperate to get new members. Somebody was definitely going to get my new member if things worked out right I mused.
Melissa, my first holy conquest was the wife of a Church Of Scotland minister, but just a few street away there was an Episcopalian Church. I didn't care, it meant nothing to me really. There were so many churches, including all these American originated, 'Happy Clappy,' evangelical ones appearing in the UK. It just gave me a bit more variety, and more women to seduce.
Next Sunday, I arrived early and waited outside the doors, looking as if I was just hanging about, maybe waiting for someone and nothing to do with the church. What I was actually doing was watching to see who went in, and seeing who might be worth following up, and then I saw her.
She was of medium height, about five foot six, so not too short or too tall. A fine slim figure, with shoulder length dark hair, and what looked like good legs with nice trim ankles just visible under her longish skirt. She had a very pretty, clean scrubbed, wholesome face, minimal make up, just mascara and that was about it as far as I could see.
'I'm going to make your pussy wet before the sermon finishes,'
I promised her, but of course she knew nothing of my dastardly ambitions.
I waited a few minutes and then made my way inside, looking for her. She was sitting by herself at the end of a pew in the middle of the church. The place could hardly be described as, 'full,' with only about thirty or forty people there. These old churches were designed to hold around two hundred worshippers, but those glory days were long gone. The congregation looked decidedly sparse. I sat just behind her, but close enough so my pheromones would tickle her lovely little nose and her pussy too. While waiting for the pheromones to work I looked around me. There was nobody behind us, and nobody on either side. Excellent, I could do naughty things with her without being seen.
Meantime, someone had started playing the organ, not very well, with bum notes scattered here and there. Melissa had been an excellent organist, this person, not so much.
After about five minutes, the object of my unholy ambitions began to get quite agitated, restless, moving around in her seat, and then she looked behind her and saw me. Her eyes opened wide with surprise, whether that was down to me being a stranger or because I was the only other person there aged below forty five, I don't know. She smiled in that dreamy, distracted way that told me the pheromones were working and she was beginning to feel horny, and I smiled back. I said hello, she said hello back and smiled again. I stood up and slid out of the pew I was sitting on, and stood beside hers. My intention was clear, and that was to join her, sit beside her. She looked at me, and slid further along the bench-like pew, making room for me.
'What are you doing?' she said quietly, her lovely dark eyes wide open, her eyebrows arched.
'Well, you looked all alone, like me,' I added, going for the empathy vote, 'and then you smiled, and you looked so nice I didn't think you'd mind if I sat beside you,' I explained, 'but I'll move away, and leave you to your contemplation if you'd prefer.' She shook her head, obviously very shy, but now very needy.
'No, no, it's quite all right,' she assured me, sounding slightly breathless, and she smiled again. 'I haven't seen you here before,' she remarked, the unspoken question being, 'who are you?'
'No, I've never been here before,' I confirmed, and then I went on to give a wee explanation of myself. 'I'm just visiting all the churches in the area one by one. I'm looking for something, but not quite sure what it is. Perhaps I'll know what it is when I find it,' I said mysteriously in a semi-religious hint. Well, that was for her consumption, because I already knew; I was looking for pussy, and hers was looking like a very fine prospect indeed. She misunderstood completely of course, thinking I was looking for some kind of confirmation of faith.
