Abductee Extras Ch 02

Part two, as expected continues where part one left off. I therefore strongly suggest you read part one first. I have used the last paragraph of part one to continue the concluding part of Emily's story.

'Oh my lord...' she squealed, 'I'm dying... yes... that's... that's...it...oh...oh...yes...right... there... there...yes,' and she began to push back really hard, letting me know she was coming again in no uncertain terms. Her body seemed to convulse, lose co-ordination, and she just knelt there before me, almost passive, helplessly trembling and shuddering, sounding as if she was crying, making plaintive whimpering noises as I continued to thrust in and out carrying her through her orgasm to completion, and then she pushed back hard again, trying to get the orgasm back, to 'milk,' more sensations as it began to die and subside. She slipped off the end of my cock with an audible, wet, 'slurp,' and fell forward. She was done... for now, but I wasn't, and I was determined that before the day was through she'd have more pleasure than she ever thought possible.'

I was left standing there, with a dick still hard and erect, glistening with her pussy juices, my cock swaying and twitching, feeling a lot cooler now that he was no longer immersed in the heat of her pussy. I looked down at the beautiful, well fucked body of my latest conquest, the lovely Emily, delighted that I'd taken her straight from her church to my bed, and introduced her to the pleasures of sex. Now, given that she had two wonderful orgasms, one after the other in such a short time, I think I could reasonably claim that she was one of the 'converted.' However, I thought I still had some way to go to take her further along the path of sensuality, before the day was through.

In the meantime, she lay face down on my bed, naked, legs still slightly apart with her full, untamed bush mostly hiding the wonderful wet pussy that lay between her parted thighs. I'd have to do something about that before the day was through, give it a quick trim I thought, if she'd let me.

My thought were interrupted by Emily rolling over, and getting off the bed at the other side. I thought maybe she'd had enough, but thankfully she smiled at me, rather an embarrassed smile, and then lifting the covers got back into bed.

'I'm feeling a little chilly,' she explained as she got under the covers, pulling them up under her chin until just her beautiful face could be seen, and smiled at me again. I got under the covers too, and she came to me as I went to her and we embraced, our combined body heat soon making it very snug and warm. Her soft, soft skin against my body was almost a sensory overload. It's a lovely sensation to have a naked woman in close embrace, especially after making love to her as we had done, knowing you've satisfied her sexually, and knowing there's more to come. Life doesn't get much better than that.

She snuggled down against my chest, and of course inevitably felt my cock push against her thighs. She opened up, and reaching down rubbed my hardness against her pussy, moaning quietly as she did so.

'You're still hard,' she said, her voice scarcely above a whisper. 'You must think me a terrible lover.' I looked down at her, and tilted her chin up with my hand so she had no option but to return my gaze. There were tears in her eyes. I shook my head.

'On the contrary Emily, you're a wonderful lover,' She looked surprised, but I quickly went on to explain myself.

'You're what I would call a, "quick comer," and by that I mean you come... orgasm, very quickly and easily, and that's a wonderful thing. It will make any right thinking man delighted that he has you for a partner, because making his partner come easily like that will make him feel like a million dollars.'

'Really?' she asked in disbelief.

'Really,' I affirmed, reaching between her legs again, feeling her open a little wider giving me unhindered access to the feminine wonder that lay between.

'Oh...' she murmured, 'are you... going to make... make... me...do it... again,' she gasped, stumbling over her words, distracted by my fingers massaging her g-spot. I nodded and grinned at her. 'Oh,' was all she said, closing her eyes and giving herself over to what she was feeling in her pussy, her hips beginning to thrust uncontrollably against my fingers again.

I slid further down the bed, ignoring her as she asked me what I was doing. She was going to find out in about ten seconds flat as I furthered her education. Down I went, down and between her outstretched thighs. The aroma of her sex was heady, feminine, primitive, musky, and altogether irresistible.. Under the covers I could dimly see her pussy, gloriously bushy, and as natural as a pussy was intended to be. Her open wet lips looked inviting, so I let my tongue slip in the groove between her labia, hearing her respond with a long wailing note of pleasure.

'Oh... ooooh,'she wailed, 'what... what are you doing... to... me... now?' she mewled, but seemed to forget about the answer as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. Her hips jerked upwards in response, pushing her pussy harder into my mouth.

'Oh... oh... dear lord... what... oh... please...' but whatever she was trying to say was lost to posterity as she continued to rub her fragrant pussy against my mouth, seeking the climax to what I had started, the pot of gold at the end of the orgasmic rainbow, growing closer rather than further away.

'Oh dear god...' she groaned, ' I can't... I ca...n't... believe... this... happ...ening... again,' and away she went, thrusting herself against my mouth, my invading tongue bringing her such exquisite release. Her hands, one on either side of my head, pulled me harder against her needy cunt, as her body was wracked over and over by the waves of pleasure generated by my mouth and fingers rubbing her g-spot. At last she ground to a halt, a sweating, whimpering halt as the last little aftershocks of her latest orgasm faded and died. She gasped and gulped in lungful's of air, slowly getting her breath back as she lay there, legs splayed apart. I crawled up between her legs, not intending to fuck her again at this point, but as I got higher, she reached for me, taking hold of my condom sheathed cock, and fed me straight back into her saturated hole.

'I don't know if I can,' she gasped out, 'but I need you to come...please, don't make me feel... in... inadequate,' she pleaded, and so I began to make love to her again. Not for her this time, for me, but I hoped that my dear 'quick comer,' would be swept helplessly along and come again in the process.

I began to ream her pussy out, poking into every fold and crevice, stretching her, fucking her, hearing from her ecstatic moans that told me what I hoped for was taking place, she was going to come again.

'Come on...' she demanded, 'never mind... never... mind... me,' she pleaded. 'Come for me... please,' and I redoubled my efforts, my cock sliding in and out, speeding up, feeling that first distant tingle as my balls prepared to empty themselves into the hot waiting cunt that caressed my cock lovingly with each thrust of her pussy.

Within a few more minutes I was there, my spunk raced the length of my cock, each spurt, accompanied by a searing pulse of pleasure that filled my brain. My cock feeling each squirt of seed as a breathtaking wave of ecstasy sweeping along my length. She must have realised that I was coming, fuck I may even have said I was coming, but in that instant my brain had shut down momentarily and speech was entirely superfluous.

I only knew that she was coming too in response to

my

climax, and together we came in a welter of sweat, and body fluids. '

I hope that condom can stand the strain,'

ran through my head as we slowed to a halt. My hardness dwindling, I slowly pulled out, relieved to see no, 'cream pie,' leaking from her gaping labia. I reached for the box of tissues beside the bed and got rid of the damned thing, and turned back into her arms.

We lay there for a little while, and maybe it was an anxiety thing, but she reached for my cock again, and feeling my softness instead of hardness for a change she looked at me and grinned.

'Thank you,' she said, sounding very happy. In response to my quizzical look, she added. 'Thank you for coming, and I can't believe I've gone my whole life until today without ... without... this... sex.' I assured her that she was a wonderful lover, and now that she had experienced it, there was nothing stopping her from having even more magical experiences.

I took her home much later, but only after I persuaded her to let me trim her untamed bush. She loved how it looked when I showed her in a mirror, but paradoxically did that shy woman's, 'Don't look at me down there, it's so ugly.' By the time I took her home after sucking and fingering her to another orgasm, I had her persuaded and she accepted, that it was beautiful, not ugly, and also knew that she could give herself untold pleasures with just her fingers and her pussy.

That was after I taught her how to masturbate, which made her feel slightly shy again, but the pleasure she induced for herself, although hesitant at first, soon made her forget about that. She came again spectacularly as I watched, afterwards asking me if I enjoyed watching her. Apparently, she felt ashamed to start with, but realised that she was starting to enjoy the fact that I was watching her finger fuck herself. The complexities of female sexuality is an amazing thing, and I wondered if I'd awakened an exhibitionist streak in her too.

I knew I'd be returning to Emily, determined to explore and educate the newly awakened and now highly sexual woman's depths. It would be a most interesting journey.

Another new experience was waiting... unexpected, but delightful.

So far I haven't touched on the reaction to me by other men, and before some of you get excited and some not so much, this is

not

a, 'Gay,' or bi story. Yes, I have male friends, every guy does, guys we knew at school, family, cousins, guys we met as work colleagues.

The truth is, I don't think my pheromones work that way with men. I get a feeling that some of them may be showing signs of being a little more deferential to me. Especially when I go into the office as I have to do from time to time. Before, they would just talk over me sometimes, but they don't do it any more, they're more inclined to listen before making their own points of view heard. I'm not even sure if that's what's happening, but I'll keep an eye on it, just in case, which brings me to Trudy. That's where, 'deferential,' reared its head for the first time.

'Who the fuck is Trudy?' I can almost hear you ask yourself. Well, let me carry on and you'll find out.

It started when I arranged to meet an old friend, male I hasten to add. We'd been at school together, and I'd been a guest at his wedding, an evening guest, which means I wasn't family or high up the pecking order. I'd met his new wife a couple of times before the wedding, but we were acquaintances, and knew each other by sight, nothing more. Her father was a high court judge, her mother was into some sort of financial, 'hedge fund,' shit. Lots of money, and my friend, Mark, had struck lucky and married way above his pay grade. A significant step up the social ladder.

Consequently, I wasn't meeting him in the local pub, but in the bar of the top five star hotel in the city, situated in the west end of town close to what us mere mortals call, 'Millionaires Row.' She was the epitome of the, 'uptown girl,' educated in a private girls school, then graduated from a top university. She was no dumb blonde though, highly educated, very, very smart, and already a junior partner in a top class law firm, following in daddy's footsteps. I don't think she had ever spoken more than a couple of sentences with me in the few times we'd met. She was always very pleasant and likeable, but I just got the impression I wasn't on her radar, and unless I was actively engaged in talking to her when she was with him, she didn't know I existed.

I arrived to find Mark sitting with his lovely wife Trudy, which came as a surprise to me. He looked up as he saw me arriving and signalled me over to their booth.

After we passed a few pleasantries and he ordered a drink for me, we started talking and he explained that Trudy wasn't staying. She was just meeting a friend here too, a friend who hadn't arrived yet, in the meantime we'd pass a little time with Trudy before her friend arrived. All very pleasant, but I noticed that Trudy had quickly acquired that dreamy, distracted look on her face, soon after I joined their company.

She kept looking at me, holding my gaze, very bold, especially in front of her husband I thought. I tried my best not to encourage her, after all, this was my friends wife and they had only been married a couple of years, but this girl looked as if she needed no encouragement. She was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it, and she was making it obvious that she wanted me. Nothing that Mark may have noticed, but with my knowledge of, 'body language,' she was plainly telling me she was available. I was highly flattered of course, but on the principle of, 'Bros, before hoes,' I tried to ignore it. Which was difficult because this young woman was something special.

Blonde, but definitely not dumb, and I always find intelligence in a woman highly desirable. About five foot seven inches tall, add a couple more for the elegant black, patent leather high heeled shoes she was wearing. Dressed in a very smart business suit, also black with a shortish skirt which showed off her slim but very shapely legs, crossed one over the other. I later discovered she could have been a top ballerina when it came to career choice, she was that good, but had just grown too tall, although she still retained that slim, sylph like figure of a ballerina. Well, that accounted for the stunning legs, dancers legs!

Tits, yes, she definitely had tits, but on the small side as was to be expected with a figure like hers, and her face was almost perfection. Big blue eyes, a small perfectly straight nose and a mouth that screamed, 'kiss me,' with perfect toothpaste advert teeth. Her hands were slim and elegant with immaculately manicured nails, not too long. I visualised those hands on my cock, stroking my length, and got hard almost immediately.

Her phone buzzed and she looked at it, a brief expression of annoyance flitted across her lovely face and she promptly uncrossed those beautiful legs. Fuck! I could smell her pussy; she was horny and lubricating generously judging by the wonderful aroma that was assailing my super sensitive sense of smell. She was mine for the taking if I wanted her, and I wanted her. Still, my sense of loyalty to my friend said she was out of bounds, so it was with a sigh of relief that I saw her standing up, getting ready to leave us I assumed, and I was correct.

'Right, that's Jenny arriving in a few minutes, I'll be seeing you boys later,' she stated, and looked at me very pointedly as if to tell me she'd be back for me when she was ready.

'Bring it on,

' I was thinking in one way, but I was definitely conflicted when it came to gorgeous Trudy. I watched her gorgeous arse and legs as she walked away from us to the door.

'She's something else, isn't she?' Mark said as he caught me staring at his wife's arse. He laughed, I laughed too although I was embarrassed to be caught eyeing up his wife's wonderful, slim arse.

'She's drop dead gorgeous mate but,' I explained, 'to be honest I've never paid her too much attention until today. I have this thing about the wives and girlfriends of my friends. I'm inclined to absolutely dismiss them from my mind as sexual beings, they're off limits, no matter how beautiful they may be.' He laughed!

'Are you trying to tell me you've never once wanted to fuck Trudy,' he laughed again. 'She's a fucking goddess mate, every guy wants her.' I shook my head.

'I can honestly say, and I could swear on a stack of bibles if I was the least bit religious, that the thought has never once crossed my mind,' I told him. His eyebrows shot up in a surprised, or maybe it was a doubtful, disbelieving expression.

'Until about ten minutes ago,' I added honestly. He laughed again, seemingly not the slightest bit annoyed that I'd just confessed that I wanted to fuck his wife.

'Really?' he asked. 'Why the fuck just ten minutes ago, what changed?' I was reluctant to say, I didn't want to hurt his feelings, we'd been friends since we were in primary school and I didn't want to lose him because of his wife. 'Come on mate... tell me,' he wheedled.

'Oh, I don't know Mark, I could be mistaken, it was...' I hesitated and he looked at me as if to say, it was what? 'I don't know, maybe...' I was stumbling awkwardly over my choice of words, trying to be careful and not cause offense, 'maybe I'm wrong... I just thought I saw something in her eyes,' I finished in an embarrassed rush, but he was still smiling.

'She gave you, "the look," did she, the dirty bitch?' he joked laughing again, then said, 'close your mouth mate, you look like an idiot.' Now we were both laughing.

'I'm sorry Mark,' I apologised, 'forget I ever said it, I'm sure it was nothing at all, and I was reading too much into it.' He shook his head, and laughed again.

'No, you've flown into her radar, come to her attention now. Just you wait and see,' he said mysteriously. My mind was racing, was he saying his wife, his beautiful Trudy was going to seduce and fuck

me?

Bloody hell, this was a strange set up and no mistake, or maybe I was just misunderstanding. That was it I concluded. I was misunderstanding what he was saying and I was just confused about the whole thing, I must be, it didn't make sense. They hadn't been married all that long.

'I'm saying nothing more,' he said, still grinning. Just then Trudy walked back through the door, and headed straight back to our booth. She smiled a devastating smile at me, which made my still half erect cock fully erect again within seconds. She looked at Mark and I saw her wink at him. Something was up, I thought.

'Jenny developed a migraine,' she said, sounding a little annoyed and explaining her swift return, 'and I thought I'd rejoin you guys if that's okay to gatecrash a boys night?' Nobody told her to bugger off, not Mark and certainly not me, so she sat down opposite me and crossed those long legs... very slowly making sure I got an eyeful of the long slim thighs.

She turned and looked at the barman. Nothing was said, but within a minute or so he arrived at our booth with a tray, and a glass of what looked like white wine, which he placed before her, asking if there was anything else she required and offering to bring drinks for the gentlemen. She looked at myself and Mark, we both shook our heads holding up out still half full glasses, and she thanked the barman who promptly turned and walked off.

'Well, you've certainly got him well trained,' I remarked, amazed at the casual way she had just looked at the barman without even saying a word. She smiled at me as if I was simple before explaining in a matter of fact way.

'My family own this hotel,' she stated. 'Just one of our business interests. I'm in here almost every day, so yes, he is well trained, he knows what I drink, and knows if I give him a signal he should bring me a drink when he is free to do so, but customers are always served first.'

'Bloody hell Mark, you should have told me. Now I feel a right silly twat,' I complained, but he knew by my tone of voice that it was all part of the, 'boys together,' banter. She looked mildly amused.

'I don't work here myself you understand ,' she said. 'I'm too busy elsewhere, but as it's a family business, I pop in whenever I can, just to keep everyone on their toes. The rest of the family do the same.' I nodded my head in agreement, for no reason other than it seemed the right thing to do.