Nineteen year old Amanda Caldwell sits out on her front porch, enjoying the cool spring night. It is late April, 1971. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. The bright full moon illuminated the large yard of the property the house was on. Crickets chirping and other faint sounds of the forest that surrounded the house echoed through the air.
"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not." Amanda said quietly, pulling petals off of a freshly picked flower from the garden she was so proud of.
"He loves me... Not." She said disappointingly, dropping the last pedal to the wooden boards of the porch.
Amanda leaned forward slightly in her rocking chair, placing her bare feet on the porch. She playfully skipped down the stairs, her sundress flowing behind her as she jumped off of the last step into the thick soft patch of grass in front of the porch. She continued skipping through the yard around to the side of the house, her large breasts bouncing with her as she did. She came upon several raised flowerbeds, sprawling with colorful foliage of the many different flowers she had planted over the last few years.
She leaned over and inhaled deeply, taking in the strong floral scent of the plants. She reached forward and grabbed one of the fully bloomed flowers and brought it to her nose, again inhaling deeply, the corners of her mouth slightly turning up forming a smile. She stepped back, holding the flower to her nose and twirled her body. As she spun, the edge of her dress lifted slightly, revealing her supple ass clad in tight fitting panties to the night air. After spinning a few more times, she casually sat down and laid back in a thick patch of grass.
She stared up at the sky, attempting to count the numerous stars that filled the black void. As she looked up, she spotted a shooting star zipping across the night sky. She smiled and exhaled deeply. She closed her eyes and made a wish.
"Oh how I wish I could meet a guy, a nice guy, who would love me and keep me company in this big house." She whispered.
As she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see that the shooting star had not faded. It appeared to be getting brighter and brighter. She widened her eyes and she noticed that it seemed to be moving her direction. Then suddenly, it shot over her head, moving in the direction of the forest behind her house. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and watched as it landed in the woods. A loud crash could be heard accompanied by a bright flash as it embedded itself in the soil.
Amanda jumped to her feet, dropping the flower that she had picked in the grass where she once lay. She took off running towards the woods behind the house to investigate. She eagerly sprinted towards the tree line, her imagination dancing in anticipation of what she would find.
She knew the forest well, having walked through it many nights. She sprinted down the dirt path created by the wildlife in the forest. In the distance, she could see a glowing purple light that got brighter the closer she got to it. She made no attempt to keep quiet as she made her way through the forest. Finally, she found herself coming up on the crash site.
She saw several downed trees that created a small clearing where the object had come through. A few hundred feet in front of where the clearing began, she could see the dirt pushed up forming unnatural hills around where the object had crashed. Her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to investigate. As she got closer, she spotted a cylindrical shaped object half buried in the ground, with purple lights around the exterior.
As she took another step closer, she heard a loud clicking sound followed by a sound similar to steam coming from the spout of a teapot ready to be taken off the stove. Two large plumes of white smoke pushed upward into the air. She crouched down and quietly scurried to the newly formed tree line and hid behind one of the large oak trees.
No sooner did she step behind the tree, she heard a loud banging sound. Suddenly, a large piece flew off of the object, flying through the air before smashing into a nearby tree. A blinding light came out of an oval shaped opening created in the object. The light began to dim slightly as she saw a figure begin to emerge from the opening. The background light was too bright for her to be able to make out details of the being emerging from the object.
The being began to stand up, and Amanda gasped at what she saw. At first it looked like a person, but as it began to stand, it was apparent that it was several feet taller than the average human. The being began looking around, surveying the crash site. It was then that she spotted numerous amount of snake like arms attached to the back of the being. Is it stepped away from the object that it came from, she was able to see more details.
Overall, it looked like an extremely large human, very thin, with a strangely shaped head sitting atop its shoulders. The being was turned away from her, so she could not make out any facial features. What she could see was beyond what her mind could fathom. There was no skin tone, only black. The being seemed very shiny, reflecting the light around it as if it was somehow a liquid. She attempted to lean a little further out from behind the tree trying to get a better view, when she mistakenly stepped on a small pinecone.
Naturally, she let out a small yelp of pain as she did. The creature whipped its head around, appearing to stare right in the direction where she was. She quickly hit herself behind the tree, pressing her back tightly against it. She began breathing heavily as the fear inside her began to grow. She heard a sound coming towards her that sounded like wet pasta being stirred in a bowl.
All of a sudden the sound stopped. She remained motionless, attempting to control her breathing. She remained still for what seemed like several minutes. Eventually she gained the courage to peek around the tree to see what was going on. She slowly began to lean to the side, looking around the tree. She was able to see the object in the ground again, but the being was nowhere in sight. She let out a sigh of relief and started to move back behind the tree. As she turned her head forward, the being was standing right in front of her.
She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a noise, one of the long objects on the beings back forced its way into her mouth and began delving down her throat. It moved through her body until it pushed out of her ass, and immediately buried itself in her virgin pussy. As the being continued to enter her, it seemed to disappear from existence, as if it was taking up residence in her body. Eventually, the creature no longer stood in front of her, having implanted itself inside of her.
She fell to the ground, landing on her hands and knees. She began coughing violently, splattering the ground in front of her with droplets of blood. Her entire body was immediately sore, feeling like she had been working in the garden all day. She experienced a throbbing sensation in her ass and pussy. She fell over, landing on her side. A moment after she fell, she began to feel immense pleasure as she was immediately racked with orgasm.
After only a few more moments, she became unconscious. After she passed out, her body began to be controlled by the being inside of her. Her body stood up and began awkwardly walking in the direction of her house. As the being learned how to be mobile inside a human body, it was able to control Amanda better. Finally, the being controlling her body had made it back to her house. It's stood next to the flower garden and surveyed the house. An evil grin appeared on her face, exposing her new smile consisting of several rows of long sharp teeth.
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Drew placed one foot on the first step in front of him. He applied a little bit of pressure, checking if the floorboards would creak as he walked. Sure enough, the slightest amount of pressure brought a loud groan from the old wood of the stairs. Realizing that he would not have the element of surprise, he decided to walk up the stairs quickly instead of trying to keep quiet. He hustled up the stairs until he reached a landing, where he met a second set of stairs going up to his left.
He took another deep breath and hustled up the stairs. When he reached the top, he saw three doors. One in front of him, and one on either side of him. The door in front of him was closed, as well as the door to his right. The door to his left was slightly cracked open. Using the point of the sword, he push the door open to see what was inside.
There was nothing in the room other than a bed in the center of the room. The bed looked nothing like any of the other furniture in the house. It looked like it was brand new, having just been made up. He recognized the design on the comforter as being the same design that was in the picture Amanda had sent him the night of the strange delivery. He cautiously stepped into the room, swiveling his head left and right. He spotted a very small door in the corner on the same wall that the door was on. He approached it and crouched down to look inside.
