What Those Little Greys Can Do

Lisa Rosley learned the hard way: never underestimate what those little Greys can do.

Lisa had taken an interest in extraterrestrials back when she was an elementary school girl. Being the type of child who seldom connected with peers her own age, it seemed almost natural that she would take an interest in the possibility of life outside her galaxy. She spent countless hours of free time drawing pictures of "little green men" and watching cartoons.

When she grew older, however, she grew "wiser" – not in the sense that she stopped believing in aliens, but rather that she learned more about their encounters with humans. The Internet opened up a whole new realm of alleged abductions, molestations, and interbreeding implying that maybe those oh-so-friendly ETs that graced her Saturday mornings and weekday afternoons were not as innocuous as she once presumed. Could those aliens really be no better than human men?

Speaking of those wretched Earthlings, boys never seemed to "do it" for Lisa. She had a few crushes, even a few boyfriends, but those relationships always ended with the male counterpart doing something idiotic or perverted. Girls, on the rare occasions she managed to find one that would swing both ways, were no better – they cheated and lied the same as any man would. Needless to say, the sex was never worth it, either.

Now, with nineteen years of bad experiences behind her, she only found comfort on clear nights when she could walk through the park alone and gaze at the stars. On this particular night, the moon was full – but strangely, bright red. Stranger still was the fact that no one else seemed to notice the crimson satellite, though assuming anyone else in that small town would pay attention to anything was giving them more credit than they deserved.

Lisa pulled her sportscoat closer to her thin frame as a midnight chill gave its brief greeting. It's about time I got back home, she figured to herself, taking the shortcut through the orange groves back to her apartment. She did still have that Statistics project to work on...

Suddenly, something rustled behind Lisa. She jerked around. "Who's there?"

No answer.

Lisa glanced wearily into the dark clump of citrus trees, unable to make out anything other than the oranges on the ground. She was well aware of the stupidity of walking alone in a dark, secluded area after hours, but she was convinced that she could put up a fight if she had to.

The rustling shattered the silence again, but that time, Lisa saw something – it looked something like a child, but silver. Her apprehensive heart skipped a beat into curiosity.

A half-eaten orange – bitten clean through the rind – rolled to her feet. Scurrying about and chatter in a strange, sing-songy language ensued. Lisa stepped tentatively in the direction the orange had rolled from.

One look forward was all it took to answer all the questions that had built up in her head in those past fifteen minutes in the grove: there were aliens in there!

They're so cute! Lisa thought, but the little grey creatures scampering about and sampling fruit from the trees were enthralling her in more ways than one.

The little extraterrestrials had large, inky eyes that slanted upward, indentations for ears and nose, and tiny slits for mouths. Their skinny grey bodies seemed small in proportion to their heads, and each creature stood about three-and-a-half feet tall. All-in-all, they appeared to be harmless, but Lisa remembered the horror stories she had read online – rape, impregnation, torture...

...But that would not happen to her. The tables would turn, and she would be the one to kidnap one of them. She made up her mind to do so as she slowly slid her sportscoat off to use as a makeshift net. The Greys sent a strange spark into her abdomen with their figures, their murmurs, their very idiosyncrasies...

One of them got close to Lisa – only about three feet away. She did not know if she could actually bag the alien or not, but she had to do something to cease the friction building up between her legs.

In one leap, she hit the ground, trapping the alien beneath her outstretched sportscoat. The tiny space creature screamed in a high-pitched voice, but its crying and struggling only made it all the more enticing to Lisa. As it thrashed about in a futile attempt to break free, the other aliens scattered in fear. Its squirming about beneath her only sent her deeper into human heat, and soon enough, she had the alien wrapped up in her sportscoat. She picked it up and ran back to her apartment with all speed. If anyone saw her or heard the suspicious screams, they did not care enough to do anything about it.

By the time Lisa made it into her bedroom, the alien had stopped screaming. It jumped from her grasp as she bolted the door behind her.

I have an alien in my bedroom, thought Lisa. Now what? She was not sure how to go about romancing the creature, let alone making love to it. The primal urges within her were still surging, even stronger now that she had her silver space Lolita, her reward for saving the Earth from a sure takeover...

The alien stared at her, almost frightened, as she began unbuttoning her blouse; it knew what the horny college girl intended to do. Lisa smiled seductively as she stepped toward the grey being, letting her blouse fall off her shoulders and hit the floor like a leaf against grass. The alien backed up onto Lisa's bed as she skillfully unfastened her white, lacy bra from behind.

Her vulva was throbbing, and as she moved to straddle the little extraterrestrial, she could tell that her panties were moist and sticky. The alien seemed to struggle a bit at first, but she planted her thighs firmly against its skinny little legs and pinned it down. She cursed in frustration as she rushed to unbutton her jeans, which seemed to cling with every tightening of her pelvic region...

The alien gazed up at Lisa's generously proportioned breasts, bobbing to and fro as she struggled to unzip her jeans. At last, the zipper slid down! She inched away from the object of her lust – just for a moment, to slip off her pants and underwear. Suddenly, she was jerked backwards. Her head hit the pillow and her breasts bounced accordingly.

Lisa's eyes grew wide with amazement as they stared into the inky depths of those of the little Grey. Instead of fear, its eyes now reflected desire.

Lisa tried to move her left arm only to find that it was wrapped securely to the bedpost by a tentacle protruding from the alien's back! All of her other limbs were subdued by newfound tentacles as well, which had managed to remove her two remaining garments. The alien hovered over Lisa menacingly, its now-visible (and promptly erect) genitalia glowing an abstract white light. She gave an inaudible gasp – she was merely moments away from the pleasure she sought. Now the space creature had her straddled, and, placing its cool, four-fingered hands securely against her armpits, thrust its way into her beckoning vagina.

Her juices were being squeezed out of her long before she officially came, slowly dripping down her buttocks. Her abdomen was illuminated with every push of the extraterrestrial's sex, and her cries and moans seemed disintegrate upon contact with oxygen. The alien dragged its hands downward to caress the elastic flesh of Lisa's bosoms; with its knees, it pressed her thighs upwards and further apart. Lisa was now screaming in ecstasy, and in a final show of dominance, the alien grabbed Lisa's tangled locks with both hands and gave one last forceful thrust, causing the room to spin around her and fade to white.

When she finally came to, as it were, the little Grey was gone. She lay on the floor beside her bed, gasping for breath. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and with every exasperated exhale a climax was released, pushing more and more fluids out of her over-stimulated opening.

Lisa had entered the bedroom with a seemingly defenseless creature, but that night, she learned the full extent of what those little Greys can do.