Abductee Extras 5
Sometimes we make plans, or have our minds set on certain things, and suddenly something happens completely out of the blue, or as our American friends would say, 'out of left field.' I have no clue what that means, something to do with baseball I believe. Well, anyway, I had decided that I was going to have a quiet weekend for a change, away from women and their ever inviting pussies. Maybe do some home maintenance, in other words, using the vacuum cleaner, dusting, keeping up with my clothes washing, food shopping, etc. The phone rang!
'Hi, it's Amanda,' the warm, feminine voice on the other end of the line announced. Amanda? Before I go any further a little bit of explanation may be required, so forgive me if I digress momentarily.
At the beginning of the first story in the original series of, 'Abducted And Enhanced,' I mentioned that I had a few women who were, 'fuck buddies,' women who I would meet occasionally to scratch a mutual sexual itch. Amanda was one of those, a beautiful woman who, like me had no wish to be tied down to any particular partner, and now back to the story.
'Hi Amanda,' I replied breezily. 'It's nice to hear from you again. Do you want to meet up sometime soon?' I offered. She hadn't seen or benefitted from the new dick yet and I thought it might be amusing to revisit her enthusiastic pussy with my enhancement.
'Yes, I'd love that, I always do, but that's not why I'm calling. You remember my sister, Diana, the married one, the one you thought was really beautiful,' she continued. I assured her that I hadn't forgotten her in the slightest. 'She's the, "Maid of Honour," at our cousin's wedding this Saturday.' I made appropriate noises, encouraging her to go on. 'I need you to do me a really big favour. Do you remember her husband, that arrogant prick you disliked so much? Well he's fucked off with some floozie at his office, and left her just last week. She's upset, but not too much, I think she was beginning to realise what a fucker he was anyway.'
'Okay, he must be mental, she was always too good for him,' I sympathised, 'but how can I help, what do you want me to do?' I had a damned good idea what was coming, and if it was what I thought it might be, I'd jump at the chance to be with Diana.
'She needs a partner for the wedding,' she said, sounding apologetic. 'Please... say you'll step in and help a lady in distress. I know you have your own formal outfit, so you'll be able to dress appropriately, and you won't have to go to a dress hire shop or anything. Plus, she knows you and has always liked you. She keeps telling me I should grab you and marry you,' she laughed.
'What did you say to her?' I asked out of curiosity. Silence! She laughed again.
'I told her a woman should wait until she's asked... before refusing. She thinks I'm stupid,' she said.
'Well,' I said, judiciously skirting and avoiding the question of whether she wanted to marry me, or if she was merely stupid. 'Tell Diana I will consider it an honour and a privilege to be her escort for the day, and I'm looking forward to seeing her again. Let me have the details, times, etc, and I'll make sure I'm there well before the time. Give her my phone number so she can keep in touch.'
'Oh thank god,' she gushed. 'Really... thank you. I owe you one,' she promised.
'One what?' I said flirting with her. A silence, she laughed... no... she giggled.
'Would sucking your cock be considered as sufficient gratitude?' she asked.
'Mmm... sounds like a nice down payment, the rest to be collected on demand?' I mock bargained with her. We both knew that all this would be on offer anyway the next time we met.
'Anything you want,' she said breathlessly adding. 'oh fuck, you're making me feel horny, why don't you come over and I'll give you a deposit in advance.' I laughed.
'Well I was thinking about doing some house cleaning, but in light of your very much appreciated and far superior offer, I'll be there in twenty minutes if you'll be ready?' I said.
'Damn it man, I'm ready now, hurry,' she demanded, but she was still laughing when I hung up the phone. Okay, phone down, a quick skoosh of some nice smelling, extortionately priced chemicals, car keys, and I was on my way.
I was there in 15 minutes, due to the traffic being very light, rather than my reckless haste or Formula One type driving skills.
'Oh my god, that was quick,' she remarked when she opened the door, adding, 'It's nice that you're so keen.' We both smiled at each other, old friends, or rather old fuck buddies, friends with benefits, call it what you will. It all amounts to the same thing, we like to fuck each other with no commitments, or strings attached. We'd met up like this maybe twenty times in the last couple of years, but I had a feeling she was going to get a surprise tonight, especially when she sees my cock.
Amanda was a lovely looking woman, around the same age as me, hovering close to or just over thirty years old. She had a great figure, very tall and slim, about five foot seven with great legs. She had a sexy, sensual mouth which looked as if she had a permanent pout, and great teeth. Her shoulder length dark hair framed a lovely Hispanic looking face, olive skin, dark eyes. She had a good job in the Oil and Gas industry, divorced, no kids, and was extremely cynical about the benefits any permanent man could bring her. She had adopted a free and independent lifestyle, and said men were only good for one thing. To quote her, 'men are only good for one thing, and I can get that in any bar in town with just one look.'
Not that she gave it away indiscriminately, she was very fastidious she told me one night when we were together, and it seems that lately she'd restricted herself to meeting me, or so she informed me. Another of her quotes was, 'Batteries last longer than men, they're cheaper, and much easier to get rid of.' She may have been referring to her nice little collection of vibrators, some of them not so little as she demonstrated to me one night. Phew! That was a hot night watching her masturbate shamelessly for me while I recovered between fucks.
Tonight may turn out to be even hotter I thought. She was dressed for action I surmised, when I saw she was wearing a bath robe and not much else. She offered me a drink, which I politely refused and we sat down on her sofa, and that was when her eyes got that distracted, glazed look.
'Something's different about you tonight,' she said. 'You've changed in some way... more confident... which makes you more sexy... I can't quite... work it... out,' her voice trailed off, as she opened her bath robe, showing me her tits. The pheromones were obviously going haywire with Amanda. She was a sexy, sensual woman, but never this brazen.
'Fuck...' she looked down at her naked tits. 'What the fuck am I doing?'
'Showing me your tits by the look of it,' I teased her. 'Thank you, they're really amazing tits,' I said. They were a good size about 34 C, I seemed to remember from the tag I noticed in her bra a few months before. Nicely shaped too, with small dark areolae and even darker nipples, a total delight to play with for both us. I reached for them, cupping the nearest one in my hand, flicking across the nipple with my thumb. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath and moaned.
'Oh fuck, I seem to be super horny tonight,' she moaned out, her breathing fast and shallow, and illustrated that fact by opening the bath robe completely and spreading her legs to show me how wet her pussy was. 'Shit, I'm soaking, how the fuck... why... never been that wet... before,' she mumbled. I could see her trying to work it out in her mind, so I reached between her beautiful out spread legs, and slipped a couple of fingers into the swamp that was forming as it drooled out of her pussy. Her pelvis rotated upwards as my fingers sank into her vagina.
'Oh fuck yes... my body feels on fire tonight, let's go to bed... now,' she pleaded, so we both stood up, her on rather shaky legs and went upstairs to her bedroom. It was very feminine and girly, 'because I'm feminine and girly,' she explained to me on the memorable first night she took me to her to bed.
She turned on the bedside lamps, creating a lovely dim, restful, ambiance in the room, before slipping off the bathrobe, totally uninhibited in front of me. She had an amazing figure which she loved to show off, no false modesty, and I'd seen it and a lot more besides, many times before. There wasn't an inch of her body that I hadn't kissed, caressed, licked, poked, or sucked in the last couple of years. Lovely tits, a slim flat stomach, hips not too wide and great legs, the complete package with everything in perfect proportion.
'C'mon slow coach, you're falling behind,' she teased me as she turned down the bedcovers, 'get your pants off and let me play with your cock. It's been far too long since we had some fun.'
I was suddenly mildly reticent to slip down my underpants. This was the first time I'd be revealing my new improved super-cock to a woman who had known what my cock was like originally. How would she react? Then I just thought, get them off, she may be amazed at first, but she'll cope and her pussy is too hot to even think about refusing to take it, so I turned towards her to give her the full benefit of the, 'reveal.'
'Wow! What the fuck is that?' she gasped out as my cock sprang up and out, hard, rigid from my underpants. Her eyes were wide with astonishment, and she came to me immediately, and took me in her hand without hesitation. 'Holy fuck, that's a monster,' she gulped, 'how?... when?... where did...
