Abductee Extras

Abductee Extras 4

A few days after meeting Marilyn, my fabulous abductee counterpart, I was shopping for food in the local supermarket, a branch of a national chain store when I saw a woman dressed all in black. I just caught a glimpse of her face in profile, but I could see straight off that she was beautiful in a straight laced, well-scrubbed way. Her fair hair was tied back, hardly a trace of make-up, just mascara as far as I could see, and her only jewellery, or adornment was her small, gold stud earrings. I knew I'd seen her somewhere before; I had no doubt about that. It niggled away at my brain for a while, as I was trying to place her in my memory. She looked to be about five foot five inches tall, wearing flat heeled shoes, a long skirt reaching below the knees, and a black jacket. Altogether a dowdy, dull, dress sense, nothing fashionable, no style, but there was no getting away from that beautiful face.

I walked past her, and a bit further up the aisle, then I pretended to look at something so I could have a surreptitious look back at her. Bingo! I immediately knew who she was; Sandra Miller, the Reverend Sandra Miller, the young female minister conducting the service at the church where I met and seduced Emily a few weeks before. The church minister's white collar was more than a clue. It shrieked, '

I am a church minister, a holy person, steeped in religion - you cannot fuck me, my pussy is sacrosanct and out of bounds.'

Well, that may have been the case for most would be seducers, but

'not today sweetheart,'

I thought. I'd have to try and amend that.

Of course, those kind of barriers are a challenge, and all so much sweeter when they crumble helplessly, and I find myself between their open legs and inside that particular pussy to the hilt. I also remembered that I had intended going back to her church to seduce and corrupt her when I saw how quickly she had succumbed to my pheromones as I was leaving her church that Sunday. I realised back then she was ripe for the plucking, and pluck her, and fuck her I fully intended to do. Well, I told myself, there was no time like the present, so why not I asked myself? She had that wholesome, gorgeous, woman next door quality that I found irresistible.

I looked at my watch, it was just after lunchtime. I had done most of my work for the day earlier that morning and had nothing planned. An afternoon of ministerial corruption seemed like a fine idea to me, and a lovely way to pass the afternoon.

'Hello,' I turned and greeted her like a long lost friend, whereupon she looked up at me and smiled. Church ministers are, on the face of it, incredibly nice, friendly folks, always looking for souls to save, and she gave me a wonderful smile.

'Nice teeth,'

I thought, and that's a, 'thing,' with me. Nice teeth and nice hands, if she hasn't got that, she's not going to get my cock either... well maybe that's an exaggeration, I'd forgive the hands, not the teeth. It's a preference rather than a hard and fast rule I have to admit, and sometimes there are extenuating circumstances.

'I was in your church a few weeks ago,' I added and she nodded, still smiling.

'Yes, I remember you,' she replied, 'but you didn't come back. I hoped you would,' she added, her innocence and honesty shining out of every pore of her well-scrubbed, beautiful face. Just about then, her eyes took on that distracted, 'what the fuck is happening between my legs,' look that she had so quickly shown that Sunday a couple of weeks back when I attended her church. She leaned up against the shelves for support, breathing deeply, her English peaches and cream complexion becoming flushed.

'Oh dear,' I said, sounding sympathetic. 'Are you feeling okay? You don't look well.' She nodded, looking up into my eyes.

'I... I don't know,' she mumbled, 'I'm suddenly feeling so very strange, so... so... agitated... hot. Maybe I'm coming down with something,' she said, as she tried to find some explanation for me and herself.

'Fuck, you're just feeling horny and don't even recognise the symptoms,'

I thought. It was all too obvious that she was probably still a holy virgin. Well, not for much longer I determined. I had plans for her immediate education.

'Let's pay for our shopping and I'll see you home to make sure you're okay,' I suggested and in her compliant and susceptible state of mind, she compliantly agreed to my suggestions.

Ten minutes later, we were at her front door and she meekly handed me her door key, which I inserted in the lock, and then ushered her gently inside. She led me to the kitchen, and we put away her shopping in the various cupboards she indicated and her milk in the fridge. Her kitchen was scrupulously clean and well-scrubbed, just like the woman herself.

'How are you feeling now?' I asked her,

'Now that you've been breathing in my pheromones for the last ten minutes and are feeling hornier than you ever thought possible,

' I thought. She just looked at me with a puzzled and helpless expression on her face, and shook her head.

'Even stranger, but more so, it's not easing up at all,' she replied, her voice shaky. 'I think I have a temperature; I'm feeling so hot. I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't explain it, I've never felt like this before,' I drew closer to her, and she watched me with a, 'bunny in the headlights,' expression until I took her in my arms to comfort her, whereupon she melted into my arms with a shuddering sigh. I held her close, gently rubbing her shoulders and back, and she made no move to pull back. I was thinking maybe she was enjoying it when I heard the slightest, almost inaudible moan. Yes, she was enjoying it okay, her erogenous zones were sparking, firing up in such close contact to the source.

I pulled back from her, and she looked up at me, wide eyed and innocent, her lovely face even more flushed now. I pretended that I was checking her temperature, and placed my hand against her brow, she closed her eyes. She was pretty warm, and I used that excuse to let my hand gently push away a few stray strands of hair from her face, and I let my hand slide slowly and lightly down over her neck and under her collar to her shoulder. She shivered lightly, her unexpected arousal was getting to her no doubt about it, and with my hand on the back of her neck I pulled her to me and kissed her brow, and then her cheeks. She looked at me, a worried expression on her beautiful face, then closed her eyes again giving way to these strange new sensations, and I kissed her mouth... lips only so far.

'What?...' she asked. 'What are you doing?' I continued to kiss her. Her lips were soft and inviting, but I hadn't waited for an invitation anyway, and now that she was trying to talk at the same time, our kisses were becoming ever more intimate. I sucked her bottom lip with my lips, my tongue insinuating itself between her lips until at last she had more to contend with than seeking explanations and the talking ground to a halt. She kissed me back, and all this time I had been caressing her back and shoulders, adding to her increasing sexual agitation.

'Oh... stop, stop,' she finally pleaded. 'Something's wrong with me... I feel... so strange... I can hardly breathe,' she complained. I suggested that perhaps she ought to go and have a lie down, and highly suggestible, her own thought processes sublimated by the, 'strange,' sensations coursing through her body, she nodded. 'Yes,' was all she said so, with one arm around her waist, I took control, escorting her out of the kitchen into the hallway, and guided her into the bedroom. She made no protest regarding my presence.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed, and sat down beside her. She looked at me with those big innocent eyes again, her hormones, finally kicking in after being dormant for so long were now raging through her like an unstoppable forest fire. I think she was feeling things she had never felt before, and like some strange new virus, she had absolutely no defence or immunity. I knew from my previous encounters that her pussy would already be wet in anticipation of what was to come, her nipples hard, yet incredibly sensitive, and her skin would be so sensitive to my touch that it was almost another sexual organ in itself.

'You shouldn't be here... in my... bedroom,' she whispered, 'it's not right... not right... for a gentleman... to be in a ladies bedroom,' and in reply I hooked my hand behind her neck again and pulled her to my mouth. She came, and opened her mouth to my tongue when I pressed it between her lips. We kissed passionately, and I pulled her body close to mine, still caressing her all over, stirring up her feelings and emotions.

'Oh dear god,' she whispered out an almost silent prayer, 'I feel so hot, burning up,' and in response, I unfasted the top button of her black shirt, pulling out the white collar insert, a symbol of her ministry and laid it on the bed. I unfastened another couple of buttons, and slipped my hand inside, caressing her bare shoulders under the shirt. Her skin felt sublimely smooth, and it drew a little moan of pleasure from her.

'This is not right...' she breathed deeply. 'I can't... be... kis..sing... a...stranger... like this... like... mmm,' but she was, and she was enjoying it too. I caressed her throat, almost in a strangle hold, a light touch, and she moaned again until the strangle hold swept slowly down her chest, under her shirt and over her left boob. Her whole body went rigid, and I thought maybe I'd gone too far, too fast, but luckily I found her hard, erect nipple through the thin fabric of her white lacy bra. One little squeeze was enough to elicit a serious and louder moan, and she seemed to instinctively push her boob harder against my hand, her body relaxing into mine.

I continued to play with her boobs, and she continued to moan with pleasure, so I pushed her back and now we were lying on the bed, but feet still on the floor. Soon I had her black shirt completely unbuttoned, a complete contrast to her lacy, white bra and pale skin, caressing her body lightly and sensuously.

Over her stomach, round her back, across her sides, I stroked and fondled, still kissing her. It felt good to kiss her, we were both enjoying it, and besides, it distracted her somewhat from what my hands were doing to her, with my fingers occasionally dipping below the waist band of her long, dowdy skirt. I felt for the button at the side of the skirt, and unbuttoned it, then pulled down the zip. Now that her waist band was loose, I pulled the shirt out of it, and slipped it off her shoulders. Her skin was a delightful, creamy pale colour and I kissed it's softness wherever I could.

'Oh please...' she moaned, 'why are... oh please... this is bad... so bad... sinful...' she moaned into my mouth. Perhaps she felt she had to protest, still some barrier in her mind, but it was a losing battle. She maybe didn't know it, but all her natural, too long suppressed sexual instincts were kicking in. They'd been ignored too long, and now they couldn't be held down any longer.

Not bothering to unhook her bra, I just pushed the cups of her bra up and over her tits. They were small, maybe an A cup or small B, but it was hard to tell with her lying down. It didn't matter, they were beautiful, and when I kissed and sucked the big, chunky nipples that nestled atop her lovely small but dark areolae, she whimpered and moaned with approval.

While I was suckling and nibbling her nipples I looked down, and noticed that her legs had drifted apart.

'Mmm... her body knew what it wanted, even if she didn't have a clue,'

I thought, and decided it was time to do something about it, so I let my hand caress lower and lower until it was just under the loose waistband of her skirt, where I paused before the final push, just caressing from side to side, round in circles, feeling her wonderful smooth skin.

'Don't... touch me... there... it's not right... not... married... oh lord... forgive... for... give... me,' she wailed, as I suckled her nipples and stroked her naked stomach, occasionally just the little bit lower to prime her for the next stage.

I lifted my right leg from the floor, up and over her parted legs, letting it slip between her knees. I don't think she even noticed, but now she wouldn't be able to close her legs. She was enjoying my sucking of her nipples, arching her body up, pushing her breasts at my mouth and hands, but now the ground was well prepared, her defences dismantled. I just hoped my pheromones were doing their job of making her as horny as could be. They seemed to be working fine so far.

Normally I would take the ascending, upwards route, slipping my hand under the skirt, and slowly stroking up her legs, but in this case she was wearing tights so I decided to take the short, descending and more direct route, straight down.

From just under the waist band of her skirt to her pussy was about a foot and half in distance. She, as I said, was wearing tights, or as they are sometimes called in other parts of the world, panty hose, which were just below the level of her skirt waistband. It would be an easy matter to slip my fingers below, I already had, when caressing her stomach. By the time she realised what was happening, my hand should be under the waistband of her panties and between her legs, and hopefully between her pussy lips too. All it would take is a second or two. She was already so horny, I didn't really think she would protest, but after all, she was a church minister. A special case, with maybe some built in moral resistance that would make her shy away from the final coup de grace.

I sucked her nipples again, then went back to kissing her mouth. Her breathing was totally out of control, she was moaning loudly and frequently. She was willing, no doubt, I knew I wasn't forcing myself on a reluctant, 'victim,' and besides, I'm always prepared to stop if need be. I'm not a rapist, I psychologically need a woman to want me as much as I want her to have any enjoyment from love making. Every indication told me she was ready, despite her earlier reluctance.

'It's now or never,' I thought, and slipped my hand under the combined waistbands of skirt and tights, beginning the descent, not fast which might seem violent and alarm her, just steadily, giving her time to say, 'NO,' if she wanted to. She said nothing, just moaning into my mouth as I kissed her, and then I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling the hair of her pubes for the first time, and to my utter surprise she didn't, 'shut up shop,' as I half expected, but opened her legs wider in total surrender to give me free access. With that invitation, I had my middle finger sliding up the very wet slit formed by her labia, and then her labia split apart, inundating my fingers with hot, slippery juices.

She pushed her bottom off the bed, moaning loudly, whimpering, instinctively seeking more, arching her body hard against the invading fingers. Her moans grew even louder, and I gently finger fucked her.

'Please... be nice... don't hurt me' she begged and I whispered in her ear that I wouldn't dream of hurting her. I wanted to make her feel wonderful. She nodded, what she was feeling making her accept my words as gospel and her only reply was a bigger moan of pleasure as I fingered her even more, searching for her g-spot, and massaging it, adding to the new sensations rippling through her body.

'Oh dear god...' she moaned, 'oh shit... oh sweet jeez...iz' she mewled. 'What's ha... happening... what... are you... oh god... what's.. happ...ening... what are you...doing... to me,' and then she was coming, in a torrent of sensation and emotions. Swept away helplessly by wave after wave, lifting her higher and higher until at last she slumped back down on the bed, legs still wide apart, inviting more, but satisfied for now.

I let my fingers slip from her pussy, and she quickly reached down trying to grab my hand as if trying to keep me there, but her long skirt got in the way. So, I slipped it down and off, along with her tights and panties, she even lifted her hips to assist me, the now useless bra was removed and then, completely naked, she curled up on the bed as if to hide herself. Entirely understandable, I was sure she'd never done this before and was probably painfully shy about being naked in front of a virtual stranger, and a man at that.

As I began to undress, she pulled herself higher up the bed and slipped under the bedcovers, pulling them up under her chin, looking at me as I undressed. She looked a bit fearful when she saw my erect cock, long, hard, and thick, but said nothing, as I climbed into bed.

'Are you going to put your, "thingy," inside me?' she asked, almost in a whisper, looking wide eyed and worried as I slipped under the covers and went to her. I burrowed under the covers, but she kept her distance, so I went to her, and took her in my arms. She felt soft, warm, and altogether wonderful, looking at me, blue eyes unwavering.

'What have you done to me?' she asked in a soft, low voice, gazing intently into my eyes as if some answer might be there. She was looking extremely puzzled, trying to work it out in her own mind. 'I only went to the supermarket to get some bread, milk, and whatever else took my fancy, and now here I am, naked, with a complete stranger in my bed. I can't understand it,' her voice trailed off.

'I think

I

must have taken your fancy in that case,' I said, playing with her own words, 'and you decided to take me home too.' She couldn't help but smile, knowing I was teasing her.

'Maybe, just a little,' she admitted, smiling too, 'but I've never... you have to believe me... I've never... not ever, done anything like this before. It's... it's completely out of character for me. That's why I can't understand it.'

'Perhaps you just got fed-up being Miss Goody Two-Shoes, and wanted to find out what life was really all about,' I suggested, but she shook her head adamantly.

'No, I've never been a sexual being, never gave it a thought, until you came to my church a couple of weeks ago,' she confessed, 'and now today, I meet you in the shops and within half an hour I'm naked and doing things I've never done before, feeling things I've never felt. What is it with you? Have you been sent to test me?'

I shook my head, assuring her that I hadn't been sent to test her faith or any nonsense like that. Her religious habits, her way of life, and her way of thinking was deeply ingrained, I could tell. I would have to work hard to dig it up and root it out. Thinking of my cock again, I thought I had just the tool to do the job. So, I reached for her hand and placed it on my cock, letting her feel how hard it was. She pulled her hand back, reluctant to touch me it seemed, but I was not to be denied and took her hand again, and this time held my hand round hers, keeping her fingers wrapped around my cock.

After a few moments I could feel her hand relax, and then her fingers flexed around my girth, she was hooked. I took my hand away, but now she was actively feeling my cock, stroking along my length, squeezing it, testing its hardness and girth. She began to sound excited once more, and I reached between her legs again which she parted for me, I gently rubbed her pussy, circling her clitoris. She closed her eyes and shuddered with excitement.

'Oh dear god,' she gasped, and it wasn't a prayer this time. 'Oh my... is this... is... this... so sin... sinful?' she asked herself, as her hip-thrust instinctively pushed her pussy harder against my fingers. I split her lips apart again, sinking my fingers knuckle deep into her slippery hole.

'The only sin is wasting this god given ability to enjoy what was given,' I said slyly, and whether she believed that or not she nodded her head as her excitement mounted. I was sure she wanted to believe it as the newly discovered pleasures of sex were swiftly eroding her fears.