“This ok?” he asked and I smiled when I heard a hiss pass his lips.
“Yes. It’s good,” I said as I pressed my ass back against him begging for more. “Don’t stop.”
Those words were all that he needed to hear. He pulled out slightly and then thrust forward again. I cried out from the pleasure as he began to fuck me. I wished I could touch myself while he ground himself in and out of me but again, he seemed to know what I was thinking before I did. He leaned forward, wrapped his arm around my body, and slid his hand between my legs.
He pushed his long fingers between my lips and slid them into my dripping cunt. Slowly he began to finger me in time to his fucking. My mind reeled and I wondered what it would be like to be fucked by two men at once. The thought was fleeting as the heat between my legs began to build and all coherent thought drifted away.
I knew he wouldn’t last long and that was fine with me. It was only a few minutes before he was wrapping his arm around me tighter and fucking me faster. He pistoned in and out of my ass as hard and quick as he could.
“Give it to me,” I begged when I felt my own orgasm rising. I longed to feel him cum but I wanted us to cum together.
Spurred on he began to make smaller but harder thrusts. With each forward motion he would grunt. It was the sexiest noise I’d ever heard. I loved when he became animalistic and in this position it was only amplified.
Just a few thrusts more and he was crying out between gritted teeth, “It’s coming, oh god…oh god…I’m cumming.”
The second I felt his warm cum began to coat my insides I felt my own orgasm rise up and overflow within me. My entire body clenched and then began to spasm around him. My cunt pulsed around his fingers and my ass milked his cock. If it hadn’t been for his hands around me I’d have fallen flat on my face on the floor. The feeling of him cumming and my own orgasm were overwhelming and the combination left me both exhausted and exhilarated.
I could feel him letting loose stream after stream and I had the thought that I’d never felt him cum so hard. When he was finished he stayed hunched over my body, his stomach rising and falling against my back as he caught his breath. Still completely bound there was nothing I could do accept enjoy the feel of his body against mine, his cock still buried in my ass.
When he had caught his breath he finally stood and pulled himself from my stretched and sore asshole. It felt strange to be so empty again. Bending down he began to untie me and within moments my arms and legs were free again. The last thing to be removed was the silk blindfold. He reached up gently and slid it off my head. He smiled, gripped my face in his two hands and kissed me deeply. When he broke the kiss, he looked me straight in the eye.
“Thank you.”
HUCOW SPACE FARM
Complete Series
BY
LACEY ST. CLAIRE
HUCOW Space Farm
***LIVE REPORT***
“The disappearance of large breasted women has continued. Just tonight another five have gone missing. After a brief interview with their families it was discovered that all of them were at least DD cup size or larger. Many of the families claim that they saw bright lights from the sky and then a flash just before the women came up missing. This would hint that they believe an alien presence may be behind the abductions. While these type of sightings have been reported regularly over the last few years there simply isn’t enough evidence to prove that there are some space beings collecting women with….with a particular type of special endowment.”
***END REPORT***
My name is Annabel and I was abducted from my farm in Alabama. I’ve been gone now for about a week and I have no idea where I am. I keep seeing these strange alien creatures but we have no way to communicate so I have no way of knowing what they want. They’ve put me into a small 10’ x 10’ room and they come to visit me regularly. Each time they come in they stare at my chest, make some strange clicking noises and then leave again.
It is rarely the same alien though each and every one seems obsessed with my tits. I have no way out of my room and therefore no way to escape. Not that escape would help me since I’m fairly certain I am currently on a ship hurdling through space. I think the aliens must have a plan for me but I dread finding out what it is.
Back home on the news I remember hearing about a number of large breasted women disappearing but I never thought it would be me. Plus, I wasn’t buying into the whole “abduction” bit. I thought it was hokey and even though I lived on a farm I wasn’t any backwoods redneck. No one believes in flying saucers but people missing all of their front teeth. Clearly I know better now and wish I had paid more attention to the broadcasts.
I fit the bill perfectly. Young, slim, and huge tits. These aliens definitely have a preference. For the last year or so we’d been hearing about women coming up missing. None of them had ever been found or heard from again. Now I’m going to be one of those women, I thought as I crossed my arms in front of my chest to comfort myself.
Every now and then when the aliens opened my door I could hear other women screaming. I figured they must be some of the missing women and even though I couldn’t actually see them it was slightly comforting to know that I wasn’t here alone. I wondered if the aliens were visiting them as well just to get a look at their tits before leaving again.
Thinking about all of the women and the fact that they have huge tits…what could they want with us? Aliens with a breast fetish, figures, I thought as I rolled my eyes. I decided all of the alien rumors were probably true. Stealing cows, anal probing, chip implants…That’s it, they probably just want us all to fuck us and implant us with shit.
During the long voyage I often let my mind wander to this conclusion. Would they have regular dicks? Would they use their long tentacle arms as probes? Could we get pregnant with alien spawn? Plus about a million other questions. Being fucked really wasn’t my biggest concern. I mean…I’m a virgin but that’s always been by choice. I’m not exactly afraid of sex and if that’s all the aliens want and then I can go home, then that isn’t so bad. Not that I want to end up some source of alien reproduction.
To kill the time on the ship I began to carve the days onto the wall with a nail file that had been in my purse when I was taken. The aliens didn’t seem to care that I had some personal belongings on me and had let me keep them. I don’t know why I was keeping track of the days other than to try and keep my sanity although I worried that if the numbers began to get too high it would probably have the opposite effect.
On day 5 the aliens began to visit each of the rooms. On these visits they made hand gestures indicating that we needed to remove our clothing. I could hear the women in the other cells and knew theirs were being taken as well. I found out the hard way that if you were too slow to catch on to their demands that they would do it for you. The alien in my cell manhandled me as he roughly removed my clothing. I could do nothing but stand stiff as he yanked my shirt off over my head and then pushed my pants down with barely enough time for me to lift each leg. I had hoped he would allow me to keep my underwear and bra but I was mistaken.
He took my underwear first biding his time until he got to see my tits. I think he was intentionally saving them for last. As I placed my hands over my mound his eyes went to my breasts. His gaping mouth began to salivate and long globules of saliva plopped to the ground. He looked at me as if I was the tastiest piece of meat he had ever seen.
Reaching for one bra strap and then the other he took his time pulling them off of my shoulders. He wasn’t trying to remove my bra completely yet but was instead seemingly enjoying the slow reveal. Next he reached to my back and unclasped my bra. I shivered as his clammy sticky skin touched my back. It was like being touched by a frog.
With the clasp released my bra fell forward and exposed my nipples. My nipples are large. Exceptionally large wouldn’t be an exaggeration. They’re a dark rosy pink and cover a good portion of my tits. As my nipples began to peak and harden from the cool r
oom the alien began to lick his lips as he stood staring, his huge dark eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Quickly reaching forward he yanked the bra straps down my arms and pulled it away. It was as if he became completely transfixed. Nothing else mattered. I could have waved my arms like a bird and he only would have seen my giant saucer nipples.
Seconds later he began to reach forward with both of his hands. His long boney fingers extended and I knew he was planning to cup my tits. I braced myself preparing for the fondling, and who knows what else, that was about to occur. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath moments before hearing a loud angry clacking from the door.
One of the other aliens had arrived and was scolding my handler. I had no idea the actual words he used but it was clear that the alien before me had not been instructed to linger and had broken some sort of protocol. A released my held breath as the alien turned and stomped from the room. As he exited the door he took a moment to harshly push the other that had reprimanded him and then continued to stomp off to some location I couldn’t see.
The alien that had done the reprimanding looked at me and then quickly looked down noticing my hard dark nipples. He lingered a moment and then caught himself and slammed my door shut. I was left alone again – this time completely naked.
Time passed impossibly slow and to past the time I had to search for new ways to entertain myself. If I didn’t do anything physical and just left my mind to wander I would only make myself worry more. The aliens visited at the same time each day to pass us small packets of food through a hole in the door, and then there were the various unexpected entrances that were few and far between. Because of the schedule it was easy to know when you were most likely to be left alone.
My room featured a small bed in the corner and it was on this bed that I began to explore my own body. With nothing else to do I figured it was about time I got to know more about myself and my sexuality. Besides, it was rather hard to ignore since I was naked all the time.
I began with my hands. Despite my age I had never touched myself. Sure I had washed in the shower but it was never in a sexual way and now I figured I had the time to discover what all the fuss was about. There’s no way I was willing to die on some alien ship or planet without ever having had an orgasm.
I traced my hands over my own skin. I hovered my hands over my body just barely touching the skin with the pads of my fingertips. I was amazed at how quickly I could feel my body responding. Having never paid attention to how my own skin felt before I was intrigued at how supple and soft I was. From my shoulders I moved down my sides and giggled as the tiny fragile hairs stood on end making me break out in goosebumps.
Brushing my fingers from my sides I moved up the insides of my thighs but was careful not to go too far up. Instead I moved around the sides and dragged my fingertips up my stomach to my breasts. I wanted to feel what the aliens wanted. I wanted to understand why this part of my body was so important to them.
I smiled as I danced my fingers over the rounded orbs of my tits. The skin was supple and pleasant to touch. As I cupped and hefted my breasts feeling their weight in my hands my nipples began to respond. I hadn’t even touched them yet and they were already hardening. With a single pointer finger I traced circles around my areolas and watched as the tender skin around the nipple pulled together and hardened as well.
Feeling brave I licked my finger and touched the tips of my erect nipples and then blew across them. The breath felt cool and I loved how it felt across my nipples. I bit my lip and pinched the hard nubs between my forefinger and thumb. I arched my back and cried out from both the pain and the pleasure of this whole new experience.
Continuing to pinch my left tit I let my right hand wander. Finding its way back down my stomach I felt the beginning of my pubic hair. Not rushing I let my fingers play with the hairs for a bit as I continued to massage and pinch my breast. As my hand began to drift further south I bent my knees and spread my legs wide. The moment my legs started to spread I could feel the cold air of the room rushing to meet my wet cunt and a shiver ran through my body.
I traced my fingers around my outer lips circling closer and closer to my wet center. No longer able to resist I pushed my middle finger between my lips and slid it over my clit. Stopping momentarily I played with the small nub. I applied a light pressure as I flicked my finger over my clit. Unable to stop myself I spread my thighs wider as I felt a new pressure building. I began to flick harder and faster feeling the tension rise higher and higher.
I was amazed by how much I could enjoy my body without ever having inserted a single finger yet and I continued to flick furiously. I felt a sudden wave as if a tide had risen and my entire body tensed as I flicked my clit a last time and an incredible sensation washed across my whole body. I gasped as my body shook from the orgasm. I managed to massage my clit a few more times as smaller aftershocks ran through my veins.
My mind was screaming, “Holy fuck that was incredible!” as I wondered why I had waited so long. If I’d had any idea it was that amazing I’d have spent days at home masturbating over and over. Why would anyone ever leave their house? I wondered.
Wanting to experience more I drove my fingers forward and pushed my middle finger into my slick cunt. I worked clumsily at first until I was able to figure out a circular motion that worked. Eventually finding the spots I liked to hit most I crooked my finger and pressed my palm over my clit. I began slowly again giving my body time to start responding to the continued stimuli.
This time when I felt the now familiar sensation building I stayed at the slower pace and resisted the urge to speed up. I grinned as my bodies tension rose and fell. I would bring myself close to orgasm and then would back off to a slower speed and then would increase it again once I knew I wouldn’t cum immediately. I worked myself in this fashion for what felt like an eternity.
When it was getting close for the evening rounds of the aliens I knew I would need to finish and I quickened the pace. I arched my back and spread my legs as wide as they would go. I pressed my palm down hard against my clit and moved in smaller faster circles inside of my cunt. A few moments later and the orgasm was coming. I could feel my body tense again and my arm began to get sore as I pushed harder and faster straining to push myself over the edge.
Bam! Suddenly my cunt felt like it burst and my entire body was reeling from the sensation. All around my finger my pussy clutched and pulsed as I panted heavily feeling the orgasm roll through every single one of my pores. It felt amazing. I’d never felt anything like it in my entire life.
When the orgasm passed I sat there used and exhausted with my finger still buried in my cunt and my legs spread wide. It took a few moments to catch my breath but I was unwilling and unable to move for several minutes. When I finally lifted my head and glanced towards the small square window that adorned the only door, I found myself staring right back into the eyes of several aliens. They were staring at me spread eagle with my fingers buried in my cunt. Had they seen the whole thing?! My mind screamed.
I quickly removed my hand and slammed my thighs shut. I jumped off of the bed and ran to the metal sink that was in the opposite corner of the room. I turned away from the aliens feeling my face flush crimson as I turned on the faucet and washed my cum from my hands. Without turning back to the window I walked back to the bed and climbed under the covers. I yanked and pulled at the thin blanket until I was able to cover my head where I could die of embarrassment without being seen.
Minutes later the door clicked open and I heard one of the beings enter. He made his now familiar clacking noises and I pulled the blanket down just far enough to peek out and see what he was doing. Looking out I found him standing stiff near the door staring right at me. I glanced from side to side wondering if I should be trying to say something to him. He wasn’t moving at all, just watching me intently.
Out of nowhere there was a sudden flash and he was on top of me. In the span of a millisecond he had ripped away my protective blank
et and had sandwiched me to the bed with his sticky body. My reflexes kicked in and I curled my hands into fists. I began to beat at his back and his sides and I did my best to knee him in the abdomen and whatever he has as genitals. It felt like an eternity but my attack was effective and he moved off of me.
As he backed away he had a strange look on his face. I would have called it perplexed but I have no idea if that is even something these creatures can feel. It was as if he had caught me masturbating and now thought my body was open for business. He bumped the table my food had been set on and then he quickly made his way out of the room taking care to close the door quietly. I don’t know if he was embarrassed because he’d tried to fuck me, had not been allowed to, or frankly, maybe he wasn’t embarrassed at all and just didn’t know how to act when I wouldn’t let him stick his alien cock in me. Right then I knew if I ever planned to masturbate in the future I would have to be much more careful.
The next few days passed without incident and it wasn’t until day 10 that the visits changed. The aliens arrived in the middle of the day instead of the regular early morning and evening shifts. They also approached each of the rooms in small groups of 3 or 4 with waist-high silver metal pushcarts. Each of the carts carried a variety of items, none of which I could place except for the large syringes. Also on the table were small cylinders full of some green liquid. They were using the syringes to draw out the liquid but I couldn’t see into the other rooms well enough to know what they did with it.
Watching as they visited the other rooms I became nervous. Several times I had heard screaming and a struggle. The fact that the other tenants put up a fight signaled that I didn’t want to know what they were doing with the needles. There was no way it was something good. I looked around the room to try and find something I could use to defend myself but there was nothing. Our rooms had been left as bare as possible and I’d so far been lucky that they’d let me keep my purse. I cursed myself for all the times my mother had told me to invest in some pepper spray. If only I had listened, I scolded myself.
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