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Brief Visitor [f/alien] [3/4]
by Sunrain 1996 - 1999



Brief Visitor, part 3: Certainty

  Two years passed. My obsession in aliens caused me to
drift apart from my old friends, but I suppose it was
better that way. I couldn't be as sincere with them as
they would be with me. I started to hang around with other
weirdos in school, and it suited me better, since everyone
of us had something we certainly didn't want to talk about,
although I would guess that my reasons for not talking
freely about everything was a bit more serious than the
other's problems. Or at least more strange.
  It was the sort of group of people where you quickly
learn what not to talk about. We also formed our own
style of jokes and stuff, and the better people soon learned
not to show any curiosity in our business.
  The fact that we didn't want to talk about something
didn't mean that we didn't know what was wrong with each
of us. Some days when one of my friends came to school with
bandaged head, we all knew that his father had had one of
those days again. We knew, we cared, but we also knew we
couldn't do a thing about it.
  Since we didn't talk about things, I don't know what they
thought my problem was, but they saw that it was serious
enough to let me in their group.

  As the months passed, I found myself going out again,
this time with my new friends. I still spent most of my
time studying - both school subjects (which for some reason
included astronomy and logic now) and also my own studies
of anything connected with aliens in any way.
  According to my studies, most of the abduction cases were
plainly fake, but there were some that had some feeling of
truth in them. One point seemed clear: abductees generally
spoke of seeing aliens more than once. Was I then one of
those so called selected ones? I knew for certain that I
had met an alien once. Possibly twice, but I couldn't be
sure of those memories anymore, not after all those 
psychology studies.

  I still made time for sports though, and kept myself
fit. I had been looking at one handsome dude as one of
my pals tugged me in the ribs and repeated whether I was
coming to this festival next weekend. I thought, why not?  
  I dressed up in cut-off jeans and a skimpy tank top;
it was hot out there, and perhaps I would meet that hunk
out there and get to know him better. I wasn't thinking
of sex, mind.

  So there I was, sitting on the grass by the beach, with 
a can of beer and listening to bad music played by ever 
worse artists who very clearly were even more drunk than 
the audience. Some of my pals kept arguing about whether
the artist was worse than the one that played before it, 
and whether the next one could possibly be worse. My can 
was empty, and I felt bored, so I figured I could get on 
my feet and look for a trash can. After dutifully dumping 
the can, I looked back, and couldn't see where all the 
others were.
  I walked around for a while, and ended up near the
beer tent, which had been deserted for a good two hours
after running out of beverage. The tent was on the side
of the field, and the noise from the stage was pleasantly
low. Then I heard something behind me, from the forest.
My heart just jumped to my throat and I looked behind me.
A squirrel sped up the tree, pausing for a while and 
throwing a glance at me, before continuing on.

  I sighed and leaned on a tree, feeling exhausted. Not
that I really thought something would happen. I felt
silly. Just to prove me wrong I walked into the forest
for a while. It was another of those industrially planted
forests with nothing interesting in them. To avoid getting
lost I jogged to the lake. When I got there it was well
past midday.
  The forest started to bore me after a while though 
and I started back, now noticing how far I had come. 
Clouds blocked the sun for a while and I stumbled on 
something, and fell right on my face. Just great. I laid 
there for a moment, groaning. My hands ached, as did one 
knee, but otherwise I felt ok. Suddenly I noticed how 
silent everything was.

  Then I felt something touch my thigh, and I froze. It
felt cold and smooth, sliding upwards. I turned my
head and craned to see what it was. It looked kind of
like a red snake, but it had small, insect-like hands near 
its head, and it came from somewhere above me. Just when 
I had turned enough to see it, two of those snake things 
wound around my arms and lifted me on my feet, and then 
bent me backwards and thrusted down so that I was in sort of 
kneeling position on my toes but bent backwards supported 
by the snakes.

  Suddenly it seemed like they were everywhere. Two of 
them started chewing my cut-offs apart while one pushed my 
tank top up, exposing my full breasts. The snakes
seemed to drool and left little traces and pools of slime
on my naked skin. I was horrified and tried to resist, but
I couldn't scream. All I could hear was the sound of the
snakes' scales sliding on my skin, my own breath, and the
chewing of the snakes attacking my cut-offs. I couldn't 
hear the carneval at all. Even the wind had stopped.
  For some reason the snakes didn't cut through my
silky panties, but retreated after my cut-offs were
shred into pieces. 
  I was heaved from side to side, the snakes roaming
on my skin, touching  everywhere, leaving moisture. 
Although helpless, I found myself getting aroused, 
expecting something to happen, afraid of it. Every time
one snake passed across my hardened nipple, I felt a wave 
pass through me.

  Finally I watched as one slowly came around my right 
shoulder, down between my breasts sending shivers all
over me, down my chest, passing my navel, and pushed its 
head carefully under the elastic of my panties, finally 
pinching my clitoris with its hard little hands. I 
screamed as the orgasm hit me.
  More of the snakes wound around my arms and lifted me 
up. Another pair took hold of my thighs and another
from my ankles, all lifting me up and spreading my legs. 
One particularly wet snake started rubbing itself between
my aching breasts, and I could feel something wet, cold 
and elastic pushing between my butt cheeks.
  Then I saw the tentacle approaching my pussy. One
snake was pulling my panties from the way and the
purple tentacle was clearly aimed in. Whatever I felt in
my bottom pushed itself slowly inside, stretching my
nether hole. I tried to hold still but it was hard with 
all the snakes moving. Then the tentacle pushed inside me, 
filling my pussy roughly in one go. Then it started to move. 
The one in my ass started pumping as well, only at different
pace. It wasn't simply in and out movement; the thickness of
the tentacles varied greatly as well, pulsing inside me.
I was breathing as hard as I could, and felt another wave 
coming, the pressure growing. Some snakes wound around
my breasts, and two of them went to my nipples, pinching 
them.
  As the liquid fire hit the insides of my womb I came 
screaming as loud as I could.

  Apparently the thing had gotten what it had came
for, as I was put on the ground carefully, and after
a while I couldn't feel its presence anymore. A bird sang
in the distance.

  I was completely spent. I just laid there, wet, tears 
flowing from my eyes, for a long time. I got back to the 
parking lot, carefully hiding in the bushes, got to my car, 
and drove home. Thankfully there was little traffic. Nobody 
was home when I got there, and I hope the neighbors did not
happen to glance as I ran, mostly naked, inside. After a 
shower and a strong drink I fell on my bed, asleep.
  Apparently these things are bound to happen to me. Now I 
was certain of the dreams as well. 

But why? or what?