Lucy Pinders Alien Abduction

A dark horror tale of UFOs and alien abductions, inspired by 90s "classics" like

Fire in the Sky

and

Event Horizon

.

* * *

Lucy Pinder tore across Kansas at a hundred miles an hour, with the radio off.

She hadn't heard the local news. Didn't know about the lights in the sky; the crop circles; the mutilated cattle.

Hadn't heard about the farmer who'd disappeared and been discovered stumbling through a cornfield a week later, with no memory of where he'd been and just a day's stubble on his face.

She certainly didn't know that the end of the world was drawing nigh.

She

didn't know

.

* * *

Her jacked-up Subaru WRX screamed down the turnpike, turbocharger engaged. Picturesque views of cows and corn flew past, swallowed by her exhaust backwash.

The sportscar was speed incarnate--a blue thunderbolt with a steering wheel bolted on. Behind that steering wheel was eighteen-year-old Travis Declan, photographer's assistant and Lucy Pinder's boyfriend of three days. They'd hit it off during a photoshoot in Miami--the shoot had gone overbudget due to all the fooling around they were doing in Lucy's dressing room--and when she'd invited her new boytoy on a laid-back road trip to the West Coast, he'd said yes. Mind you, he likely would have said

yes

to a laid-back road trip straight into a buzzsaw. Something about Lucy Pinder erased the word

no

from the male vocabulary.

Travis gulped as Lucy's high-performance sports car surged underneath his hands,

bulleting

forward at stomach-crushing speed, four hundred horses raring and snorting in the engine. Kansas was flyover country, and this was as close to flying as you could get without an ATC clearance. The turbocharger made a frantic

whizz

sound, like a belt sander grinding through an aluminum baseball bat. He gaped stupidly at the road ahead, his mouth lobotomy-slack, his fingers white on the wheel.

Partly, this was because the WRX was fast beyond his wildest dreams.

Mostly, it was because Lucy was sucking his cock from the passenger seat.

Slrrrp! Slllrch! Sluuuaaark!

Liquid slurping noises squelched and farted lewdly from his lap.

His stomach did slow, pleasant backflips as she fellated him. The big-breasted model's head bobbed between his splayed legs, her tight ponytail flipping with each powerful, ass-clenching, ball-draining lunge and suck. Her gigantic tits dangled forward, almost falling out of her dress like melons overflowing a too-small shopping bag.

Lucy's pink pillowy lips seem melt and flow like hot bubblegum around his shaft, curving around it, squishing before it, gliding up and down its engorged length, striping it with candycane lip gloss, making it pulse and drool.

God...

Saliva trickled down his balls, itching unbearably.

She could suck-start a B-52!

He'd made a hundred dollar bet with Lucy that she couldn't make him cum before the next interstate sign.

Right now, it wasn't looking good for him.

Travis took his eyes off the road to watch Lucy's neck muscles tense and ripple with each driving, propulsive slurp. She worked his penis with tactical precision, her tongue's velvet wetness slashing and caressing, taking him higher and higher yet somehow also

lower and lower

, as though heaven and hell secretly shared the same postcode all along. She batted his shat with deft pliant laps and flicks, coaxing out pre-cum, swallowing every drop that bubbled from his weeping slit. Then she lunged deep. Her cheeks hollowed out as she trapped his shaft and applied excruciating suction to his glans.

"OOF! LUUUUCY!" Travis gasped out, his body jerking. The WRX drifted from its lane. A truck horn's blared, and he swiftly yanked the car back across the middle line.

Lucy spat out his cock. It flopped back onto his thigh, twitching like a stunned fish.

"Eyes on the road, mate." She winked coquettishly, plucking a pubic hair from her lips. "And keep your hands on the wheel. Don't think you can welsh on our bet by killing us both.

I'll gobble you in the afterlife if I have to.

"

She plunged back down, gulping his prick back down in two loud

horks

. Attacking it, sucking it like a pacifier. Saliva gushed from her mouth onto the upholstery. Her sparkly pink lips gushed out a rhythmic SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLOCK sound as they wrenched and pulled his lipstick-smeared shaft.

Travis writhed in agony, feeling sweat running down his ankles. She was relentless.

Goddamn it, I'm about to cum! Already!

...Just as his sperm started to rise, Lucy's lips left his cock.

She pulled off, pulled back, and sat upright in the passenger seat, throwing her ponytail over one shoulder. She wore a high-waisted plaid miniskirt, and a lime-green bra top with corset-style straps. The massive sloping tops of her breasts gushed out of the cups.

"Please..." he sobbed, cock at the edge of orgasm. "You win the bet. Just let me cum!"

As he begged and pleaded pathetically, she icily reapplied her lipstick. She puckered up. Smooched the air. Liked what she saw in the mirror. An audacious smile lit up the car like a flashbang grenade.

Then she leaned forward, squeezing her boobs together. Stunning white walls of mammary-meat

exploded

from the cups.

"But I didn't get to use my finishing move!" She reached behind her back, and unlaced the bra top.

Slowly, pornographically, she peeled the cups away from her breasts. Unsupported, her boobs collapsed in an rolling titvalanche down her chest. The bottoms of her melons almost reached the middle console. He felt the heat of her skin radiating from her big pink mammaries, and thought he could hear Lucy's heartbeat reverberating through her oceans of flesh, then realized it was his own pulse he was hearing.

His stare left the road, sucked down into the yawning trench of Lucy Pinder's cleavage.

Strapped to four tonnes of speeding snarling death, he

still

couldn't stop that stare,

Maybe this is why women live longer,

he thought, certain he would faint.

An unctuous smile touched Lucy's face as she saw the effect she was having on the eighteen year old.

She gripped her massive knockers, lifting them in two vast, obscene handfuls. "

Concentrate on the road

. I want those hands at ten and two, young man."

He nodded, so she swung her fuck-tanks above his boner...and let go.

Plap! Plap!

She dropped her cannonball-sized jugs, and they landed on each side of his shaft. Heavy, warm, and soft, they flooded his crotch, deluging his dick in gallons of Page 3 girlmeat.

Lucy opened her mouth, let a trickle of saliva pour into the abyss, and began pumping her jugs around his cock.

An

urrk!

sound left his throat as her fingers squeezed her chest around him his penis. The strokes happened slow, then fast. The vast slopes of her cleavage billowed and exploded like mushroom clouds around his penis, making slobbering sounds, as though her breasts were whispering.

His toes twitched and curled as he stabbed his shaft through the her tracts of roiling, wobbling udders. He struggled to stay in his lane. He struggled not to die of heart failure.

Cars sped past them, blowing their horns. He couldn't even tell what he was doing wrong.

Lucy gripped her big soft tits, jacking him off with both hands, slamming her fat heavy knockers in a messy, sticky blur. His tip stabbed out, only to disappear back inside Lucy's boobflesh with a squish noise.

He humped himself to orgasm inside the wall of sweating titflesh, moaning and crying in defeat.

"Oooh..."

Ropes of cum blew out between her boobs. There was a liquid, sludge-like sound as his balls pulsed out torrents of porridge-thick semen, which his cock spewed out in blasts that arced through the air, bursting across the steering wheel, the dashboard, and the overhead mirror.

For a long time, Travis hissed and writhed, twisting like a spider burned in flame, pinned by the crushing weight of her jugs, trying to swing his torso to avoid flying jets of sperm.

He sagged back, and for a moment was still. He thought his orgasm was over...but then felt a sudden surge of pressure build up in his prostate like a sneeze. It felt blocked. Clogged somehow.

"UH!!" His eyes rolled back in his head. His arse shot up against her underboobs, the cocktip speared through her upper slopes, the slit yawned, and the thickest, clumpiest wad of semen of his life

BLATTED

out, disgorging between her big knockers. It shot all the way to the windshield, splattering in a messy signature-like scrawl on the glass.

Lucy pulled her breasts out of his lap.

"I win," she said, popping open the glove compartment and retrieving tissues.

"No fair," he whined. "You have more experience."

"Me? Experience?" She wiped away rivers of boy batter and punched his shoulder playfully. "You think I do this all the time to guys? Believe it or not, you're special. You're what we call a

fling

. It's been a long time since I've even had a boyfriend."

Travis shook his head,

"No way do you not have a boyfriend."

Lucy grabbed his wallet out of the middle console, retrieved a hundo, and wrote on it in fountain pen.

LUCY :1 TRAVIS: 0

"Lads take time, don't they? And I'm busy. I never have time. You're only the fourth or fifth man I have had sex with in my entire life."

He was gobsmacked by this.

Maybe only three guys before me?

He assumed the queen of Page 3 had sex with a lot of men. Perhaps a dozen or more. But that few?

She's practically a virgin!

"Lucy...wow...I honestly didn't expect that."

Lucy grimaced, wound down the window, and chucked out a handful of sperm-soaked tissues. Then she began fixing the rest of her makeup.

"I'm paid to present an image: a hyperavailable, oversexualized woman. It's not real, Travis. There's the makeup, and then there's the woman. The truth is always different to how it looks from the outside. Do you know what the feminine mystique is?"

"Yeah, a Marvel villain."

Her eyes rolled. "They're the sum of the secrets us women keep from men. The things we don't tell you. Most women lie in one direction. I lie in the other."

Lucy's finger flicked out. It wiped away a strand of cum she'd missed--the glistening rope plastered on the windshield--and popped it into her mouth, sucking her finger until it emerged clean.

"...my sex life is really boring."

* * *

Night fell. Darkness swallowed the turnpike. Stars glittering overhead like a swirl of crushed ice in a glass, with the waxing crescent moon as a lemon wedge.

Lucy tapped Travis's shoulder, and whispered something.

He nodded, and flicked the turn signal.

They left the turnpike. Weaving random paths down side roads, they found one that had no lights. No farmhouse lights glittered through the swishing fields of corn. There was no one to disturb them here. She leaned forward, and whispered again. Travis parked the car.

Ahead, the twilight asphalt was bathed in the chilly wash of his headlights, hardly stronger than the moonlight. When he shut off the WRX's engine with a roll of his wrist, even that vanished.

A fugue of silence and darkness slid over them. It had the weight--and the heaviness--of a slow but crushing ocean wave. The quietness was broken only by the shallow ticking of the engine as it cooled.

She squeezed his hand.

"

Let's do it rIght here,

" she whispered, blue moonlight making a radiant ice sculpture of her face.

"It's so dark," Travis sounding childlike. Scared.

"Dark is fine."

Anywhere's fine,

she thought, thoughts cracking and going black with lust.

I need a shag.

Lucy's genitals were throbbing. Burning. The night was upon them, she was tired and bored, Kansas was a million miles of corn and conservatism, and she

badly

needed to sin with this kid in the dark.

Repeatedly.

"Whatever happens in the dark," she spoke quietly, "seems like a dream, when the morning comes. As real or as fake as you want it to be."

She unbuttoned his fly, and clasped his prick with fingers neither of them could see.

Fingers that could have existed in a dream.

His engorging male organ pulsed against her palm. Hot and visceral.

Lucy's quim trembled. Something trickled down her thigh, riding her ice-blue skin like a racetrack. "Uhh..."

"Let's fuck," her voice went low on

fuck

, the only censorship likely to happen tonight. "I'm gagging for it."

First, she blew him, getting him completely hard and wet.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna bust in your mouth again," he said, embarrassed. He'd done that more than a few times over the past three days.

"Can't have that," Lucy pulled her lips off his raring erection.

Randy and desperate, her hips writhing like a heat-struck cat's, she angled back the driver's seat, and climbed on top of him. The upholstery groaned beneath their interlocked bodies.

In the dark, his hands filled with her tits.

In the dark, they searched for each others' hips.

In the dark, they writhed, grinded, experimented, tried, failed, and finally succeeded.

Connection.

His cock slipped inside her gash, gliding so smoothly it felt her walls were lined with glass. The penetration was hot and tight and slippery-slow. His heartbeat twitched through her vaginal rugae, making cream squirt out. She was beyond gagging for it.

Lucy groaned in sexual libertinage as she split apart her legs, sliding down-down-down, fucking and fucking and

fucking

Travis's cock until he was balls-deep in her core. Sweat poured from her skin, glowing in starlight. She was on top, in control, the way she always was and always wanted to be, pendulous tits flopping, hammering her toyboy in a barrage of boobs.

"Give it to me," she grunted down at him, gripping his shoulders.

Her voice was raw. Desperate. Dirty.

A voice from the dark.

She humped his cock hungrily, driving the rutting with an unrelenting slavedriver paace, her coal-glinting eyes reduced to sucking holes of need. Her juicing crotch slapped so hard against his hips that the car visibly rocked on its suspension springs.

She leaned down on his thrashing body until her ponytail trailed over the clenched teeth of his open mouth.

"Put a finger in me..." Lucy whispered impishly. The words seemed to

drip

, hot and filthy, oozing like honey on his face through the dark, sex-stinking air.

"Huh?"

"Put your finger into me. I'm not telling you again."

Travis didn't understand. His cock was already socketed in her snatch. How could he get a finger in there as well?

Then she rocked extra-violently, enough to make her big British arse-cheeks clap together. Then he understood what she wanted.

Reaching into her crack, Travis hunted through thick blubberous assmeat, found her hot butthole, and shoved his index finger as deep into her shitbox as it would reach.

This caused Lucy Pinder to explode.

Her jaw opened. Her tongue spilled out, tasting starlight. Her dirty, sweaty asshole convulsed on his finger with walnut-cracking force. Then she screamed.

"FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!" Lucy's shriek was louder than the her sportscar's engine and turbocharger combined. "GODDDD, I'M...I'M...BUHHHHHHHHH!"

Her orgasm nearly drowned them both.

Her hips bucked. A

massive

shot of squirt pulsed from her pussy, splattering across the car. It was followed by a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth...

"GUHHH!!!!" Lucy howled, more cum bursting from her urethra. She wriggled her broad hips from side to side, asscheeks clenching around Travis's finger, cunt throbbing around his cock.

Her orgasm crashed over her in bone-shuddering waves. Lucy's face was completely insane, twisted with climax, eyes bulging open, mouth wide, tongue out, drooling long strings of saliva down onto the tops of her immense flying tits.

After a dozen pulses, she ran down, and sagged against his chest, shuddering with post-orgasmic spasms. Even by the dim light, the car's expensive interior looked like a water bomb had exploded inside it. Cum plastered and dripped from every surface. Lucy was silent for a few seconds. Then her sweat and cum-drenched body was wriggling against him like an eel, her cunt twisting around his erect shaft.

"More," she hissed, tugging at his rampant penis with her grinding hips. "Dear God, give me more."

She resumed her industrious fucking, the raw grinding of flesh on flesh replaced by a slippery squelch. Travis felt her heavy sweaty breasts skid against his cum-covered chest, abseiling on little pools and puddles of the female ejaculate she'd blasted all over him. He fucked back industriously, stabbing at her core, losing himself in warm slippery wetness, unsure of how close he was to cumming.

Lucy wrapped her arms around him as he hip-pumped her throbbing snatch. She giggled lustfully as he found a rhythm, jackhammering back and forth.

"Ahh, ugh, yeah, you stud, DICK ME DOWN!!" She clenched her powerful thighs around his waist, and leaned down, letting massive blobs of soft warm flesh splash over his face.

"Ahh, ohh, AHHH," the vowels were

gasped out

, the sounds

cut off

. New noises of depraved lust were sliding up her throat in an endless river, silencing the one she was already speaking.

Travis heard the car wildly bucking back and forth, the suspension springs creaking with the pummeling force of their fucking. The sound of the springs. The sound of his cock wrecking her sloppy pussy. It all became one and the same to him.

Lust-crazed, she began clawing at him frantically, digging into him with nails, urging him on, ripping pieces of him away every time he gasped, every time he drove his prick into the hot, sucking core of her cunt.

The stifling air in the Trans Am was permeated with the thick, musky smell of woman in heat as they fucked and fucked. Her legs bent back up over her shoulders left her slavering, spewing cunt defenseless against the onslaught of his thick, hard manhood. She was spit-roasted on him. Prisoner and captor, all at the same time.

As her second orgasm neared, she jackknifed her legs high into the air and pulled her knees back to her tits, offering him all of her juicy cunt slit.

"I'm gonna cum again!" Lucy gurgled around the big prick throbbing inside her..

Pleasure coruscated like chain lightning through them both. He felt her mature 41 year old cuntal muscles clasp hotly around his prick, saw her moonfucked face collapse in an expression of pure ecstasy, felt his balls rise to squirt their load at last.

"Lucy! I'm gonna shoot! Should I pull out...?"

"No! Inside! Inside! INSIIIIIIII--!"

With a muffled moan, Lucy orgasmed again. "Unnhhh, uunnhhhhh!" She panted, arching her ass high off the car, trying to get more of Travis's's thick prick in her hungry cunt. Her final weighty

slam

triggered his own release.

Crazed with burning lust, he stabbed his cum-hosing cock in and out of the Lucy's gushing pussy with convulsions that felt like they were coming from a corpse.

He spurted, she spurted, he screamed, she screamed. They became a ball of superheated flesh, a knot of fucking rats, a howling spasming creaming lust monster, dissolving into a puddle of languid desire.

They wrestled out their orgasms in the sex-trashed car, grinding together until they ran down, ran out, broke down, and stopped.

Lucy whined, collapsing against Travis's chest. Huge sweaty breasts flooding across his face. He wrapped his arms around her shivering back, and held her. Held her close.

They rocked each other, falling into a strange liminal zone that felt almost like death. For a moment, near-silence filled the car. It was broken only by gasps of breath.

Whatever just happened, it ended us.

The thought pingponged between their minds as they snuggled and snoozed.

We died. This was our last night.