Sweet Abduction

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I remember the first time it happened as if it was yesterday. I was visiting my aunt and uncle in the country. Life as a sophomore in a big city university was stressful and it was nice to get away from things and help on the farm. We worked hard and I remember going to bed early. We were in the mountains and even though it was summer the nights were cool, so my window was open.

I slept with just a t-shirt on and the covers were thrown back. I felt a breeze kiss my naked limbs and woke up to close the window. At first, I thought it was morning and I had overslept. That’s how bright the light was coming through the windows. Then I realized that the light was blue-ish white and not the yellow of a clear morning.

I got out of bed to look and see what was going on. I hadn’t gone three steps before there was a bright flash that stung my eyes. I thought I could make out the silhouette of people — very small, thin-limbed people with large heads — before my vision whited out entirely.

When I came to I was lying in a bed, but it wasn’t the one belonging to my aunt. It was more like a hospital bed and I had wires attached to my forehead, arms, and legs. I felt afraid, but at the same time, I was calm.

“Hello.” A warm voice came from somewhere above me. “We’re not going to hurt you. You, in fact, might experience some pleasure. We’re examining you for the purpose of getting to know your species. Relax, and this will be all over in a few minutes. When you awake, you’ll be refreshed and this will be like a dream.”

There were a series of light blue and green pulses up and down the wires to my arms and legs. Then my body was suffused with liquid warmth. I started to ask a question and that’s when I realized the warmth was settling between my legs. I looked down and noticed for the first time that while I still had my shirt on it was pushed above my hips, revealing my smooth mound and pink slit. My clit was visible which was only ever the case when I was aroused. The slight detachment was gradually replaced by euphoria.

Heat began to fill my pussy and it felt like something pressed into me, but I couldn’t see anything. Jolts of pleasure radiated up and down my body and I could feel my nipples stiffen against my shirt.

“Oh god, that does feel good.” My voice echoed slightly off of walls I couldn’t see. I was able to move my arms at least and pulled my shirt farther up to expose my breasts. They filled my hands and I slid a thumb around each dark brown areola. I gasped at the heightened sensitivity. I’d always loved touching myself this way, but now the sensation was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

Dampness painted my thighs and the invisible something began sliding in and out of me. It reminded me of a toy that I had in the drawer back in the farmhouse, covered in ridges and bumps. It filled me completely and moved all the way out before sliding into me in a rhythm timed to my heartbeat. I wanted so badly to move to meet it, but I couldn’t move from the waist down.

After a few moments of invisible fucking, it didn’t matter if I could see it or not. My eyes rolled back in my head. I panted and moaned as I continued to caress my breasts and nipples. I hadn’t had that much sex; once with a girl and twice with guys. This was better than any of those experiences or any of the ones on my own.

My orgasm built and built and soon my core clenched around the invisible tool. I cried out, whimpering and moaning as loud as I wanted. I didn’t care what the aliens may think and I was out of earshot of my aunt and uncle. Rather than the orgasm fading as I was used to, the pleasure kept growing and growing as did the pitch and volume of my screams of pleasure.

Finally, just when I thought my mind and body would break from it, there was that same blue-white light and I felt my own bed under my ass. One hand was around my right nipple, squeezing it, and the other was between my legs, fucking myself for all I was worth.

Blushing furiously, I clapped my hands (one damp and fragrant) to my mouth and rolled to one side, pulling the covers over me. I didn’t know how long I’d been lying there making love to myself and was concerned that my aunt would come storming in to make sure I was okay.

Was it all a dream? Was I Dorothy to the alien’s Wizard? I wasn’t sure, but one thing I did know was that I’d be coming back here every summer for as long as it took to see if I’d get another visit.

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