Strange Encounter

Strange Encounter

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Jeff has an encounter in the woods that he was not expecting. "A brilliant light pierces the night sky"...and Jeff is transported into another reality.

Summary

Jeff has an encounter in the woods that he was not expecting. "A brilliant light pierces the night sky"...and Jeff is transported into another reality.

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Submitted: November 27, 2012

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Submitted: November 27, 2012

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The light showed brilliant in the darkness, illuminating the surrounding forest. It danced through the pine branches as a slight breeze pushed them to and fro. “What a strange color,” Jeff thought. He edged his way toward the pulsating bluish-white specter. The underbrush kept him from getting a good look at what was creating the light. The forest floor made it hard to move with stealth as he picked his way forward. The only sound was the rush of water from the stream in which he had spent the day fishing and was now camped beside.

Jeff had backpacked in several miles to this remote place so that he would not have to share the stream or himself. Over the past few weeks, work had been hectic and the stress had been getting to him. All Jeff wanted was to get as far away from people and the rigors of civilization as he could. The weekend had only begun and now he would have to pack up and move on to escape the long reach of humanity. “Damn, he thought. All I wanted was a little peace and quiet away from everyone and now I've got neighbors.”

Against the bright light, he could make out shadows of figures moving about. Jeff couldn't tell whether they were men or women. The figures went about their work in silence. With a flash of light, he found himself bathed in a green glow that paralyzed him where he stood. Try as he might his limbs would not respond. Frozen, a terrible anxiety welled up inside him giving him the feeling that his head was spinning. His body was going numb and he felt as though he would pass out. He closed his eyes and willed the feeling to go away. Soon, the spinning sensation subsided and normality returned.

Opening his eyes, Jeff found himself face to face with a creature the likes of which he had never seen before. The little figure eyed him up and down with large obsidian eyes, much too large for its head, he thought. The creature, in a silver tight-fitting one-piece suit, turned it's head this way and that as it eyed the human. Jeff struggled with his overwhelming fear and his ever-present sense of curiosity. He wanted to run but remained immobilized by that strange green glow. He tried to call out but his voice was as useless as his legs. Two more of the creatures appeared on either side of him. Their small, elongated fingers grasp his arms as he hung in the air. They were directing him toward that strange spinning light. “This has got to be a dream...that’s it, like when your feet are stuck in the mud and you need to run but can’t,” he thought. Try as he might Jeff could not will himself to wake up. This was no dream.

Ahead lay a small flattened bell-shaped craft hovering above a clearing in the forest. They pushed him toward it. He was floating like a balloon on a string. The overwhelming fear returned and he felt he had to get away. He couldn’t let them force him into the craft. He was struggling to move his arms and legs but nothing happened. His body remained paralyzed, frozen, unable to move, yet his mind was alert and racing. “OK, he thought, if I can’t run or fight I’ll pretend to cooperate. Sooner or later they’ll turn their backs and I’ll have my chance to escape.”

Up close the little craft was larger than he thought, a metallic color much like dull aluminum. It had no visible markings and appeared made from one unbroken piece of metal about 25 or 30 feet in diameter. There were no doors or windows visible. The blue-white pulsing light illuminated the forest floor underneath it in a ghostly light.

As if by magic, an opening appeared on the side of the ship where moments before there was no hint of a door of any kind. Levitated, he floated through the opening into what looked like a small hallway. The green glow disappeared and he felt his feet on the floor and control of his body once again. The creatures motioned him to a small seat that appeared out of the wall. Leaving him there, they continued on. He turned to make a break for the door but there was no door, no opening, nothing but a solid wall. What looked like three-dimensional hieroglyphics within a triangle in its place. Other hieroglyphics were visible at random the length of the short hallway. He reached out and touched the wall where the door had been, expecting to feel cool metal. To his surprise, it was warm and had the texture of human skin. “Creepy,” he thought as he jerked back his hand.

Jeff felt eyes on him as he turned to see another of the creatures ambling toward him with its hand extended. Somehow Jeff was not afraid. It was as if the creature was talking to him, calming his fears although it did not speak or make any sound. The words seemed to form in Jeff’s mind. The little person took his hand and led him into a larger room that must have been the center of the ship. There was a circular table or control panel of sorts in the middle of the room. Two smaller creatures were busy at the controls. They didn’t bother to look up as the alien led Jeff past them, into yet another room.

This space was also small and circular, only about 9 feet in diameter.

He could actually stand up straight unlike the rest of the ship where he had to stoop to keep from bumping his head. In the center was a circular padded structure that looked like a large ottoman or bed. The room was bare of any other objects and appeared made of the same creepy flesh-like material. The alien motioned for him to sit on the ottoman and left, only to return immediately with an associate. They began to undress him against his protests. These “little people” possessed amazing strength. Yet, they seemed to be very gentle with him. When he began to struggle they would stop, wait for him to calm down, and then begin again. Repeating this until he finally realized that resistance was futile. Jeff succumbed to their efforts. Horrible visions of dissection crossed his mind. Were they going to remove parts of him? Or God forbid, eat him?

When they had finished removing his clothing, they took them clothes out of the room. He was completely nude and sitting on the ottoman. The door closed behind them in the blink of an eye leaving only a bare wall. He contemplated what may come. He had heard the stories of abductions, people experimented on or disappearing and never seen again. His mind reeled at the thought of them probing, poking or dissecting him. He thought of his family and friends and how they would take his disappearance. He began to feel very alone and the magnitude of the event he was living started to sink in.

There came a hissing sound of escaping gas filling the room with a strange sickly sweet odor. Jeff ran around the room trying to find something to cover his mouth with. A gray mist was coming from small outlets in the ceiling. The smell made him nauseous. He felt like throwing up but somehow managed to keep his stomach contents down. He sat down resigned to his fate. Jeff closed his eyes and lay back on the ottoman feeling dizzy as the odor dissipated.

After what seemed like only a few minutes the door opened and a different form appeared. This was definitely a female and completely naked. She looked much more human than the others, with long thin straight hair, white as snow. Her skin, very pale and completely blemish-free. The girl shared the strange eyes of the others, black like obsidian. Although they were much smaller, more human looking but Asian looking. Her body was slender and well proportioned, taller than the others. She had normal looking breasts. They were petite, reminding Jeff of a developing 12 or 13-year-old girl. Jeff stood as she came up to him, unsure of what she might do. Pressing her body against his, she made cooing noises and ran her thin, lips across his chest. He was at once excited and fearful. Her small, thin hand found his penis, grasping and pulling on it with a delicate touch. He could feel his senses stirring as he attempted to push her away. She pulled herself closer and increased the urgency of her touch. He began to uncontrollably rise and stiffen. The girl looked at his penis with her piercing ebony eyes. She made that soft cooing sound again as he soon filled both of her petite hands. Now, seeing her up close, she was older than she first appeared. Rather than a teenager, she appeared to be in her late twenties. Although she could have been much older or younger. How was he to know?

Jeff was well-endowed, over eight inches long when erect with a girth to match. He wondered how she could ever manage his size, being that she was only about 4 1/2 feet tall, thin and small-boned. “Stop thinking like that, he chided himself. You’re not going to have sex with her!”

Her thin lips moved down his stomach with what passed as little kisses. Until she was face to face with his growing shaft. He acquiesced to the pleasure and reclined onto the bed, assuming that this was part of the examination. The creature now ran her thin lips up and down the sides of his hardness. She continued to stroke him with her hands and hungry eyes. Those eyes! Like black, reflecting pools, seductive and hypnotic. She nuzzled and fondled his testicles driving him to take charge. If sex is what she wanted he was going to give it to her, he didn’t care if the others were watching or not. It had been weeks since he had been with anyone and he was, after all, a young, healthy and horny male.

With a quick, practiced move he scooped the girl up and sat her on the bed. She spread her legs, revealing a very human-like anatomy. Her pussy was lightly covered with thin, downy soft hair of the same pearly-white color as her head. The girl’s clit was peeking from between her pouting lips, swollen, pink and glazed with her wetness. Jeff paused for a moment as he remembered where he was. The thought of the strangeness of this whole encounter made him hesitate. Were the others watching them? Probably. Was he doing the right thing with her? He didn’t know. But, he was a man who hadn’t had sex in over a month, so his pent-up desire and hormones prevailed. Jeff was always a very attentive lover. He was concerned with the woman’s pleasure as much as his own and had learned, “to receive good sex you have to give good sex”.

He started by running his lips along her neck to one of her small delicate ears, first one side and then the other. Nipping at her ears, her cooing turned to a throaty purr. He then turned his attention to those sweet pink nipples. Following the curves of her breasts, Jeff circled each until he reached her nipples. Tickling them with the tip of his tongue, he sucked each one into his mouth. She was breathing faster now and her nipples became ripe little berries ready to burst. Her long, thin neck and face flushed pink with excitement. The rosy color flooding her cheeks gave her the look of a porcelain doll. With eyes closed, she reclined on the bed. He followed her down, kissing her soft, lily-white thighs and velvety mound. Using a gentleness he had developed from his years of experience. She moaned that throaty sound, rocking her hips to meet his searching mouth. She tasted sweet with a faint cinnamon-like odor, reminding him of a Cinnabon pastry shop. Sweeter than any human girl he had been with. Her taste and fragrance drew him like a bee to nectar. He lapped at her juices that came with increasing volume. Sucking and tonguing her clit until it stood stiff like a small hooded penis. Jeff savored the response he was eliciting from her. He inserted a finger into her tight opening as he continued to suck her little ‘penis’'. He could feel her vaginal muscles flex around his finger. Jeff continued to probe her with two fingers now. She began to writhe on the bed and reach for his stiff cock, which he kept just out of reach. She arched her back and with a shrill cry plunged herself onto his probing fingers. He held his mouth to her as she came to orgasm. His tongue remained against her throbbing erection. “Well now, at least some things don’t change...wherever you’re from,” Jeff thought.

Jeff’s face was wet with her sweet cinnamon juices as he moved to mount her. His thick manhood poised to penetrate her sex. Small thin fingers gripped his shaft and rubbed the broad, smooth head over her clitoris. She slid his member through her slit, lubricating it for entry. Pressing the large cock against her opening, she was somehow able to accommodate his thick girth. Her tension relaxed as his throbbing member slid past the puffy lips. The alien was tight and constricting as he pushed into her welcoming warmth. For a moment he lay still with her squeezing around him, finding pleasure in her grip. He felt her slow pulsing rhythm as he pushed on, filling her with his manhood. To his surprise, she was able to take him in without the hint of distress. He worked his length into her stopping now and then to let her adapt.

Her dark eyes, now half-closed with a smokey bedroom look, gazed at his face without blinking. He began his slow, easy thrusting. She felt snug around him. The feeling was so captivating he didn’t know how long he could hold back his own orgasm. After several minutes the girl again began to moan and squirm beneath him, her head began to turn side to side. He stopped, thinking that he may be hurting her. She only pulled him deeper, delicate fingers digging into his buttocks. She seized control as her second orgasm neared. Her hips met Jeff’s stroke for stroke, those dark eyes locked onto his as she bucked wildly. His engorged cock was completely buried in her as she cried out in pleasure. Once again she was flooding his crotch with her amazing wet orgasm.

They lay together as he let her regain composure before Jeff finally allowed himself to slip from her. Turning her over to her hands and knees, he cradled her around the waist. Pushing into her from behind he watched as his manhood disappeared between her wet ass cheeks. He spread her cheeks apart to view himself plunging in and out of her. Her pussy lips were stretched around his hot meat as their combined juices expressed with each stroke. Jeff was getting close to cumming now as he gripped her waist with both hands, pulling her repeatedly onto his hard pounding sex. She hovered over the bed as he fucked himself with this lithe little creature. His balls were tight as his orgasm neared. Boiling up from its depths came a torrent of heat and release. With a loud groan, the Jeff convulsed within her, forcing out jet after jet of white, hot fluid. He flooded her insides as his pace slowed to match the contractions of his orgasm. He shuddered in waves as she continued to milk him with her extraordinary pelvic muscles. She manipulated him until they both finally collapsed, spent.

After a few minutes, she rose from the bed moving with slow grace toward the door. Turning to face her human, she patted her stomach, smiled and pointed toward the sky. With that one last gesture of pleasure, she was gone. Jeff sat, stunned by the revelation of what had taken place. “So was this an experiment, he thought, and did I father a....a...what, a Star Child? UNBELIEVABLE!” Shocked and excited by the prospect, Jeff could only shake his head in disbelief. Had all this really happened?

Soon, one of the small gray creatures returned with his clothes. He dressed with his head still clouded from the encounter. The next thing Jeff recalled was standing at the wall where the invisible door had closed behind him. Flanked by the two small gray aliens.

Jeff awoke, shivering and cold laying next to his sleeping bag. “Damn, I don’t remember falling asleep here.” The fire was out and the moon hung high in the sky. Shaking from the cold, he scrambled into his sleeping bag and slept late into the morning.

It would be more than three months before Jeff began to recall vivid memories of his encounter in the woods. He couldn’t be sure if it was a dream or reality. He did remember waking up that morning in the woods feeling embarrassed. The crotch of his pants was still wet and the odd smell of cinnamon hung in the air. He remembered thinking at the time, that he must have had one hell of a wet dream.

 

 


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