The Abduction: MFM Menage Alien Romance

by Nichole Allen

He hooked his hand into hers and walked her into the restaurant, where they were met by a hostess. She showed them to their table, where he pulled out a seat for her. As she sat down, he walked to the opposite seat and sat down.

  “May I take your order now?” asked a polite waiter as he bowed.

  “Sure, the lady first,” Lowry said.

  The dinner was excellent and they had a great time. After dinner, they were served wine and Lowry hoped that the hostess would not forget about the surprise that he had planned for Clara.

  “Okay, why don’t you drink up so that we can get going back to the ranch, it is pretty late,” he urged her to drink the wine.

  “Yeah, I guess that you're right,” she said, taking a generous sip of her drink.

  He watched her nervously as more and more of the wine was drained, and as she finally took the last sip, she spat something back into the glass.

  “Oops, I think there was something in my wine,” she said, her eyes wide with horror.

  “Well, why don’t you look and see what it is,” he said to her.

  She looked into the glass, and this time her eyes widened with surprise, her hands covering her mouth. She then reached into the glass and pulled out the ring.

  “Surprise,” he said to her.

  “No way, you planned all of this,” she said to him, looking like she still couldn’t believe it.

  He took the ring from her and then walked around the table, coming to a stop next to her. He then knelt down on one knee and took her hand, sliding the finger onto her finger.

  “Clara Wild, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and that is why I would like to take this opportunity to ask you if you will be my Texas bride. Will you marry me?” he said to her as he looked into her eyes, and he saw tears of joy coming to her eyes.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I will marry you. I'm going to be your wife.”

  *****

  Everything seemed to have happened so fast for Clara, she could barely believe that it was finally her big day, a day that she had never thought would actually come to pass. She was getting married to the cowboy of her life, and her wedding was going to be a wedding affair. She paced the room in her white wedding dress.

  “Don’t be so nervous, girl, just relax, I'm sure that everything is going to go just as planned,” a cousin sister of hers said to her.

  “I hope so, Tina,” she said to her cousin. “You know that I'm a perfectionist and that is probably why I'm so nervous.”

  “Relax, and I think that the buggy that is taking us to the chapel will be here any minute now,” Tina said.

  It had been almost a week since Clara had seen Lowry and yet it felt like a century. They had decided not to see each other towards the wedding day and she could not believe how long a week could feel like. The good thing was that from today onwards, she would have him all to herself for the rest of their lives. She wished that her dad was still alive so that he would witness the best day of her life. It was too bad that she had been born an only child, but she would spend the day with the rest of her relatives. She would spend her honeymoon at Lowry's shack, the place where she had first lost her virginity, because from there it would be easy for them to monitor the operations at the ranch. After that they would move back into the ranch house to begin their life together.

  “Okay, I think they are here, I can hear something like a procession outside,” Tina said, dashing to the bedroom window and looking out. “Yep, that’s them, here to pick us up.

  “Well, I guess that this is it then,” Clara said about her last few hours as a single woman.

  *****

  He had to be the best dressed cowboy at the wedding, dressed in an all-white cowboy outfit complete with a hat. The moment that she had stepped into the chapel, Clara could not stop looking at him. She had known him for close to six months now, but each time that she saw him, he looked more and more handsome. She had kept her eyes on his and it was as if Lowry also couldn’t stop looking back at him. The wedding had gone better than planned and although she was tired by the time that the day came to an end, she was the happiest woman in the whole universe. She had turned from a Texas bride to a Texas wife.

  “I can't believe that we are actually married, six months ago I never believed that I would ever get married, you know,” she said to him as they rode on his white stallion away from the chapel, heading in the direction of the hills, where his shack was.

  “Me neither, I thought that I would still be wasting myself. I think that god brought you to my shack that very first day with a purpose,” he said into her ear as she leaned back into his chest.

  One of his hands was on the reins and the other one was around her belly, holding her closely and protectively. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, enjoying the breeze as it ran through her blonde locks. Lowry took off his Stetson and placed it onto her head, shielding the afternoon sun from her eyes. As his hand moved back around his belly, he felt it trailing over her leg. He then pulled her dress a little higher, his hand now touching the bare skin of her thigh as he began to bring it up higher, towards her center.

  “What are you doing?” she asked Lowry, already starting to feel turned on in the most enormous way.

  “You can't imagine just how much I've missed you, honey,” he said as he slipped his hand into her thong, pressing a finger all the way to her pussy lips.

  “I'm already burning with need for you. This is going to be our first sexual encounter after we have gotten married, and I would like it to be the most memorable,” she said to him, still leaning against him as she felt all the goose bumps on her forearms coming alive with desire.

  She could already feel the excitement of a sexual encounter with her hubby running through her body. She was feeling more turned on than she had ever felt before, and she let out a moan as she felt him beginning to rub his finger over her clit. She felt the heat within her sex becoming even more as he continued to pleasure her, and she knew that she was going to get her first orgasm right there on the horse. Behind her, pressed into her back, she could feel the hardness of his dick, reminding her of all the months of pleasure she’d had from it since their first time at the river. Now it was hers alone and she could have it anytime that she wanted. She could feel Lowry rubbing it against her back and it felt very arousing. He took her clit in between his forefinger and his thumb and began tugging at it in the most arousing way.

  The hand with the reins came to her breast, beginning to massage it as the other one continued to pleasure her sex, a finger driving deep into her heat. The pleasure that she felt was so intense, and the fact that she had not had sex in a week made her to climax immediately. She felt her pussy muscles tightening around the finger as pleasure washed through her whole being. She moaned softly as her body trembled from all the pleasure, and it did not stop there because the finger just kept ploughing through her vagina as if it was the end of the world.

  *****

  He watched her sexy figure as she walked into the shower. She had the sexiest hourglass figure that he had ever laid his eyes on, and the fact that she was naked made him want her even more. He tossed off his hat and then began removing his wedding clothes. He kicked off his boots and then pulled off his socks before dashing after her in the bathroom. He walked over to her under the water and pulled her into his arms as she turned around to kiss him. Their lips connected as they began kissing breathlessly, Clara twisting her face a little so that their mouths fit together perfectly. She pressed her body against his, her hands going around his neck. His dick was aching with lust as it pressed into her belly. He felt her hand moving over his body, going down to his crotch. Her fingers circled his manhood as she began jerking it up and down pleasurably. She played her thumb over the slimy tip and the pleasure was explosive when he felt the precum spreading over his sensitive skin.

  He wanted her now more than he had ever wanted anything in his life before, and she probably felt the same way because she locked her fi
ngers at the back of his neck. She then hoisted herself up onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he reached for her hips to help support her. The whole while, she never pulled her lips away from his, kissing him with more passion than he had ever felt before. He could feel the tip of his dick poking at the entrance of her cunt and it filled him with anticipation of what was coming next. She began lowering herself onto him slowly and he felt his dick sliding into her pussy, her tightness enveloping his thickness the way that he loved it. As it drove in, he felt it brushing over every inch of the inner flesh, and it drove him crazy, his balls burning with need.

  “If only you knew how much I have longed to feel you inside me, Lowry. You have become like the air that I breath, I can't live without you or this tasty cock of yours,” she breathed, lowering herself all the way until he was fully inserted into her.

  “And I promise to be the best husband for you, my princess,” he said, sealing his lips back onto hers as she began to move up and down, riding him under the showering water.

  He began driving his dick in and out of her love slit as she came down on him. The pleasure that she was feeling was so intense and the feel of their bodies rubbing against each other one of the most arousing things he had ever felt. He knew that this was probably going to be the biggest orgasm of his life as his dick moved in and out of the love slit. He could feel it brushing over her swollen clit with each movement. He felt her cunt gripping over his shaft, and he knew that she was climaxing already. Lowry loved the way that he could easily make his bride climax many times and it always excited him when he felt her juices flooding over his dick.

  “Oh yesss, I'm cumming, fuck, I'm cumming!” she breathed as she peeled her lips away from his.

  She rode him furiously until her orgasm came to an end, before he finally let her down. As she stood on the ground, Lowry made her turn around such that her back faced him. He pushed her forward, making her bend over so that he could intrude her heat from behind. As he took a hold of his dick and guided it into her pussy, he slapped her butt cheek. He slammed his dick into her snatch hard and she moaned out loudly. Lowry began driving his dick in and out of her hard and fast, and it was not long before he felt the heat within his balls feeling as if it would blaze him to death. He fucked her even harder and she turned her head around to look at him, telling him that she was climaxing already. The intensity of the pleasure that he felt was too much, and Lowry felt himself letting go. He exploded into a wild orgasm, his cum shooting into her cunt and blending with her own juices. He held her tightly by the hips, sending his seed as deep into her as he could, and it was the most glorifying feeling of his life. This was his first sexual encounter as a married man, and one that he would never forget.

  THE END

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  Desperate Measures

  “Stop! Get back here!” Behind her the shouts rang out, mixing with the sound of police sirens that weren’t too far away, but Serena only pushed herself faster. It was just her luck that the folks in blue had to be walking into that CVS just as she was leaving. Clutching her bag to her chest tightly, she pushed her legs as hard as they could go. There were too many people on the street to hear the running officers behind her, but she didn’t dare look back. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, causing a degree of numbness to the burning her muscles were probably feeling.

  Weaving around people, Serena was already panting lightly before the CVS finally disappeared as she rounded a corner. Only a few more blocks and she’d be able to lose the cops behind her. Traffic was pretty bad, too, which was in her favor. Pacing herself, she watched one block go by, and then a second.

  Taking a turn hard, her luck seemed to run out when she saw a bunch of men in military uniforms milling around a sandwich shop. Skidding to a stop, Serena tried to be unassuming as she started a brisk walk. Slowly she came closer to them, and she counted six heads. She wasn’t sure she could outrun six men from the military that were obviously much more fit than she was. Clutching her bag with increasing tightness, she heard the pill bottles rattle faintly. Only a few yards stood between herself and the military men, and once she got past them she would be okay.

  Everything would’ve been fine if the cops didn’t crash into a cafe table as they took the same turn she had.

  “Stop her!” the cops shouted.

  Serena didn’t hesitate to break into a run once again as all eyes turned to her. The policemen had clearly noticed their military counterparts and if she didn’t get away now she wasn’t going to at all. Taking a chance, she crashed through them to speed down the sidewalk. Several pairs of boots were loud behind her now; they were boots made for running, so unlike standard issue police shoes.

  It took only minutes for that drumming sound to disappear, but Serena still didn’t stop. Her heart was going to explode in her chest, muscles burning and lungs aching from lack of oxygen. The sacks were moving too fast and too shallow to work properly. Veering into an ally, she threw her bag onto the landing of a fire escape and jumped to haul herself up. Around her the slightly rusting metal didn’t do anything to shield her, and she hastened up the stairs as quietly and quickly as possible.

  With shaking hands, Serena carefully unzipped her backpack, checking to make sure the pill bottles weren’t broken. It made a harsh sigh of relief escape her dry throat, and she gulped in an effort to relieve herself. The police cruiser slid right past her, sirens blaring as it chased someone who was no longer running. Now all she had to do was wait a little while for the heat to calm down. Pulling a water bottle out of her bag, she downed the whole thing in three breaths and relaxed against the brick supporting her back.

  Staring into space, Serena wondered how this could’ve possibly gotten so bad. She used to have a future that didn’t involve stealing and running from police. That was the time when her mother wasn’t sick, her father wasn’t dead and her siblings hadn’t abandoned them. They had lives of their own, they said. Their mom should be in a nursing home they’d gladly pay for just to forget about her. Clenching her jaw, she squeezed her eyes shut as tears threatened to fall once again.

  Serena knew it shouldn’t be like this, but it was all she had to work with. She was nearly 24 years old, with no job and bills on top of bills she had no hope of paying. That was the point she’d reached, having no hope. The only thing she could do was try to prolong everything. Her mother’s death, losing the house she grew up in and going to jail for theft. Bitterness rose up inside her at the thoughts swirling in her head.

  It never ceased to amaze Serena how her siblings actually had the audacity to try to put their mother in a nursing home. She knew the truth; they would never visit, and only when she was dead would they bother. They would bury her and forget about her because it was easier than acknowledging they let her down.

  An hour and a half passed before Serena climbed down from the fire escape, and she brushed her hair out with her fingers as a small, sad smile crept onto her face. When her mother dies, she’d be the only person in the family with auburn hair. All of her siblings had brown hair from her father. Her hair couldn’t be classified as red because it was too dark, but it wasn’t brown either.

  In that and in many other ways, Serena was exactly like her mother, and she couldn’t let that go just to spare herself some struggle. She’d die of guilt.

  Hastily Serena changed into a nice, slightly puffed out dress the color of old, vintage lace. She changed her shoes and put her hair up with a clip. Even her bag could be turned inside out so it didn’t look like a plain, black back pack. It was the reason she bought it despite the fact it was designed for people who didn’t have time to switch bags. The colorful floral pattern matched her new look, and she shoved her jeans, tank top, and hat inside on top of the pill bottles.

  Wandering the streets, a slight apprehension filled Serena’s veins. There was still a chance she could get caught, but if the police had seen her they would�
�ve been after her already. Trying to relax as much as possible, she weaved through people busying themselves on the main street with a weary eye. It would take her a while to walk home, but not so long that it was worrisome.

  ****

  “Hey Mom... How are you feeling?” Sitting in the same chair she always was, Serena’s mother didn’t even acknowledge her as she knelt beside her. Frail and sad, the older woman simply continued looking into space, her chest barely moving with each slow, shallow breath. Dementia wasn’t a kind illness, taking so long and making her and everyone around her suffer. Opening her bag, Serena pulled out a pill bottle and checked the label before popping the top. She was tired, physically and mentally, but she couldn’t stop tending to her mother. Not yet.

  The typical suburban house around her was filled with memories, pictures on the walls and on fireplace mantle. Serena had a lot of time to look at it all a night when she couldn’t sleep, the couch proving to be as uncomfortable to lie on as it was to sit. Sighing softly as she worked to get her mother to swallow the pill, she sat on her butt on the carpet and rubbed her face roughly.

  “I’m going to go make supper...” Mumbling more to herself than her mom, Serena didn’t try to get up immediately. The shell of the woman in the chair was almost at the point that she couldn’t eat. When she finally made it there, Serena wasn’t going to keep trudging on. She’d stolen sleeping pills as well as pain medication. It would hurt, but she couldn’t let her mother starve to death because she didn’t have IVs or know how to use them.

  *****

  With one last pass of her palms over her cheeks Serena clamored to her feet and grabbed her bag only to stop dead when her eyes caught sight of blue. There, standing only feet away, were two of the men dressed in their military uniforms. Grim-faced, their hats in their hands, one had his eyes on her and the other was watching her mother.