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Brief Visitor [f/alien] [2/4]
by Sunrain 1996 - 1998
          


Brief Visitor, part 2: Memories

  Although I couldn't talk to anyone about what had
happened in the barn on our little trip out of
civilization, I couldn't just sit on it and go on with my
life. That's simply against my nature. I started to study.
I studied everything connected with the aliens in any way -
I rented all b-class movies I could find. I went to the
library and took all serious-looking books having anything
to do with stars or aliens. I studied the biology of
octopus. I started to read through every scifi book I could
lay my eyes on.
  My parents surely must have noticed that something was
going on, but they didn't say anything. My friends called
and tried to drag me out to some party or another, but gave
up after couple weeks.
  So I spent most of the summer in my room, watching videos
and reading books all day.

  I started to see dreams at night. Dreams of all kinds
of aliens, small and large, violence, people screaming.
Considering the amount of garbage movies and stories
I had digested, it wasn't surprising.
  I continued my studies. There had to be something I could
grasp on. There had to be some logic.

  A week before schools started again I had another dream,
but this time it felt too real. Then I started to remember.
I had met an alien before, when I was younger, and somehow
I had hidden those memories even from myself. Now it all
came back to me.

  It was a summer camp. Maybe my parents just got fed up
with having a pest of a little girl around on their summer
holidays, or they may really have thought I would have
better time there than with them. Whichever the case, I'm
sure they were right.
  There was nothing too unusual about the camp - it was
set up in a clearing of a forest near a lake we could go
swimming in, and we had many recreational happenings. We
created several kinds of small toys out of cheap materials,
built and flew kites, picked berries and did our best not
to learn the names of birds the organizers tried to teach
us.
  I think I had fun. I met lots of other girls from around
the country, and made a couple of friends.

  One day, after lunch, we had an unguided nature trip.
Every girl was given a map, with several places marked on
it. Everyone had different targets, or at least with
different order. The area was relatively small to ensure
that nobody got lost. Every place marked on the map also
had a small task, such as translating Morse code message
(with provided tables) or some other simple things. The
task-solving was not mandatory, but the best solver
received some sort of a prize.
  It sounded like fun. We asked the organizers if we could
go together as a group, but they refused, which I find
strange now. We started off towards our own checkpoints.

  My third checkpoint on the map was slightly away from
the main area. The trails grew less and less visible, and
finally disappeared. I read my map, looked around me, 
checked the compass, and listened. The continuous noise
made by the other girls running around in the forest
sounded awfully distant. I became nervous, but got a grip
of myself and continued on. After all, what could possibly
happen? Was it just the map-makers mistake, marking two
places with number three on the map? Or perhaps they gave
me completely wrong map.

  I found myself following an inviting smell. The further I
walked, the stronger it became. After a while I started to
feel slightly dizzy, but continued on, checking the map
less often.
  I found the place where the smell originated. There
I found something that looked like a short tree-stalk,
about two feet high, and some thick slime was slowly
dripping from the upper end down the stalk. I was really
light-headed, and the smell was very compelling, putting my
senses off-line.
  I walked very slowly closer to the stalk, not even
noticing that I had dropped the map. I tingled all over; I
knew I simply had to taste the slime. Every time I inhaled,
the tingling grew stronger, and my senses grew foggier.
  I approached the stalk very carefully. I lowered my head
towards the stalk, and the smell grew even more intense.
I tasted the slime with the tip of my tongue. It had a
slightly salty taste. Suddenly I found myself surprisingly
tired and sat down on the ground, positioning myself so
that the stalk was between my legs so that I could
taste it again more easily.
  Something about the smell excited me. I tasted the slime
again, this time more eagerly. I started to relax, although
growing more excited. I licked the stalk. I barely noticed
when the stalk started to bend to a side, and I
automatically followed it, bringing my legs together around
it and taking a hold of it with my hand to keep my balance.
The stalk kept bending until finally I was laying on my
side.

  The stalk didn't look - or feel - like wood anymore, but
the smell made it look inviting. I also noticed that it
didn't come from underground - it was long, tentacle-like
thing. Noticing these things did not mean anything to my
brains in their off-line state. I wanted more. I didn't
know exactly what, but more.

  I was on my side, and still had a hold of the tentacle
with one hand. The tentacle moved constantly, pressing on
my body, chest, crotch and my inner thighs, sending good
feelings all over me. The head of the tentacle didn't move,
and I kept licking it. The smell was still there. Then I
noticed smaller tentacles that were slowly pulling my
other arm behind my back, constraining it. I felt when
something pressed on my panties from behind. I didn't mind;
I grew more excited and even more light-headed. Something
opened my belt and it fell.
  Suddenly the air was very humid, and I sweated. I tried
to turn on my back but the tentacles had a grip of my hand,
and I felt a big claw holding my shoulder. Some of the
smaller tentacles went up my dress, exploring. I could feel
them going up my inner thighs, leaving warm and wet trails
as they approached my panties. One of them caressed my
pussy through the thin cotton as others traced around the
edges. One tentacle pushed itself under my panties and
pushed directly on my pussy. I moaned. Suddenly my panties
were pulled down, and the tentacles yanked my dress and
t-shirt up, so I was mostly naked; my dress and t-shirt
were a lump of clothes over my developing breasts.
  The claw released my shoulder and took me up from my back
holding me in the air. A long tentacle with many small
bumps was ran between my legs, each bump hitting my already
wet, bare pussy. A wind of hot steam breathed on me, and I
started to moan. I felt myself coming closer to coming with
each bump hitting my pussy, pushing slightly inside,
pulling out, moving on..
  I screamed. The world exploded, and I saw stars. I was
barely conscious to notice that some of the tentacles
pulled off the rest of my clothes. I was heaved around, and
placed onto the ground on my back. But it was not over yet.

  Two claws took a hold of my thighs, spreading me wide.
The slimy tentacle I had met earlier came, this time from
above, and went close to my face. I inhaled deeply. The
smell still made me horny. Then the tentacle moved
downward, leaving a trail of slime all over my sweaty
breasts, chest, belly and finally stopping at my pussy.
  The claws lifted my legs, and my ass was lifted off the
ground. The tentacle pressed on my pussy, and it pushed its
head inside. Suddenly I felt sharp pain through my foggy
senses, as the tentacle went through my cherry.
  I felt the thing move into me, filling me. Then it
started to move.
  The smell was still around, making me want more, and the
huge alien fucked me. The pressure inside me rose, thrust
by thrust. I started screaming as I came. After some time,
the claws let go of me and I fell. The smell grew thin, and
then disappeared.

  I waited there for a while, exhausted and too scared to
open my eyes to see if it had gone already. Cool breeze
made me shiver; after all, I was wet all over. I lifted my
head cautiously and looked around. There was no sign of the
alien. I took up my clothes, dressing up quickly,
listening. The forest was too silent. There wasn't even any
sound of birds singing. Other girls had already returned to
the camp. I figured that they should be eating now.
  I felt dirty, so I ran to the beach, avoiding the camp as
well as I could. After doing my best to clean myself, I
returned to the camp, still avoiding people and slipped
into our (then empty) tent, dried myself and changed
clothes.

  Nobody had wondered where I was. Was the map error a
mistake? I also had forgotten my map and compass in the
woods, and nobody asked me for them, nor did they ask me to
give answers to the tasks. Perhaps it was the way I looked
at them after that incident.
  When my parents came to fetch me, I was silent all the
way home, and they must have thought sending me to the camp
had been a mistake.

  I never told anyone, and as time passed, I had made
myself think it never happened. But now I remember. Why did
it come back, if it was the same one? Why me? Was I alone?
Worse yet, I still couldn't talk about it to anyone. Best
anyone could do is to point me to a good shrink.