Abducted(2)

She understood what they were doing now; they were testing her reactions to things. They probably wanted to better understand human behavior-what she liked and hated.

One minute, there were blue aliens standing in front of her and the next, she blinked and they looked like male body builders. Neither of them wore shirts. One had blond hair and the other had brown. They were both grinning at her with bright white teeth. They had cowboy hats on the top of their head.

Trisha shuddered. These men's bodies reminded her of the guy she had lost her virginity to. He had been a farm hand who hauled hay with nothing but jeans on. Because of this, his chest and shoulders were always tan. While she had worked with him, she got to admire every inch of his hard muscular arms and six-pack.

It was no wonder they wound up wrestling in the stables naked every day over the next few weeks. Her father had finally chased him off with his shotgun when he caught them one afternoon. He had been completely ashamed of her behavior, but she had ever regretted it.

In fact, she had spent many nights remembering the stable hand and masturbating to the thoughts of him when she was alone. Not only had he been a fine specimen, but he also knew exactly where her clitoris was located every time he touched her.

The two men stood above her on either side of the table. They reached towards each other. Their hands rested on each other's arms before reaching up to massage their shoulders. Their eyes locked. The air between them grew hot and heavy.

Trisha's breath caught in her throat. She fought against her restraints. She knew this might be some alien trick that would end poorly for her, but she might as well enjoy herself while she had the chance.

She wanted to touch them-to be a sandwich between them. She'd always had a weakness for men with those kinds of bodies. It had gotten her in trouble on multiple occasions and drew all longing for Jason out of her mind. How had these aliens known?

Before long, the blond grabbed a hold of the brunette's cheek and pulled him closer. Their full lips met in the middle over Trisha's body. Their tongues darted into each other's mouths as their kiss grew hungry. The brunette ran his hands through the blonde's hair and Trisha so badly wanted to do the same-to see if the strands felt as soft as they looked.

Trisha whimpered at the sight, but their torture of her wasn't finished yet. She saw their jeans straining against their rapidly hardening cocks. They were thick and long-bigger than any man she'd ever been with. They were the kind of men who would stretch her out to the point of almost coming just from the sensation of filling her so tightly.

She groaned and writhed against her restraints. "Please," she begged.

Her pussy was wet. She wanted one of them to fuck her so badly, but instead they fiddled with each other's pants, until their cocks sprang free. They fondled one another. She watched them take their large hands and pump each other with them.

Trisha could barely take it anymore. All she could think about was those dicks and those fingers and what exactly they could do to her. Her panties were soaked.

The brunette pushed the blond away and climbed onto the table, resting on his knees. He was hovering close to Trisha's body, but he was staring at the blond. He grabbed the blond by the hair and forced his head down, so he could push his cock into the blonde's mouth. The blond swallowed it greedily as he thrust his head up and down.

"Oh, yes!" Trisha screamed at the sight of the blonde's hot mouth taking the whole length in. His lips were so full and the act just accented their plumpness. These men were skilled and sexy.

Before the brunette had the chance to come, the blond pulled away and pulled himself onto the table as well. They both grinned down at Trisha. Her heart hammered.

They bent down and started kissing her on either side of her face. Their mouths felt like soft butterflies tickling her cheeks.

The brunette grabbed her by the neck to pull her to him and she met his kiss eagerly. Their intertwined mouths wrestled with one another. She could taste desire in his lips and it fueled her own. The skill of his tongue left her feeling like she was drunk on wine and thinking about what he would do with that mouth if it was working on her pussy. The blond kissed up and down her arm.

Soon, they switched. The blonde's mouth was just as naughty-his taste just as sinful. All she could think about was how he swallowed the brunette's cock whole and how his tongue had skillfully toyed with it. She was shocked that the brunette had been able to hold out so long-she certainly couldn't have.

The brunette stripped off her clothes, ripping the material, until she was naked. She didn't care what they did with her as long as they didn't stop.

Both the blond and brunette got back on their knees and stared at one another with one eyebrow raised and smirks on their faces. In unison, they stroked the outside of her pussy lips up and down. She bit her lip, bucked her hips, and her body surrendered to their touches. She desperately wanted them inside.