The Gift of the Alien Horses

Emily is sitting in her math class, listening to her teacher. She’s one of the honor kids, in her senior year, and has a very nice body. She’s wearing a short skirt today that shows off her soft, curvy legs, and when she raises her hand her shirt shows off a cute little belly button on a sexy flat stomach. The shirt is form fitting, and hugs her breasts tightly, leaving no need for a bra, and is cut to show just a little of her cleavage. Her face is kind, and while she’s not a virgin, she’s only had sex with just a few devout boyfriends. Half the other kids are asleep, but she watches attentively as the teacher drones on about derivatives, radians, and complex equations. Emily drinks it all in.

Something brushes her leg. She reaches down to brush whatever it was off of her but feels nothing, yet she can still feel that something on her leg. She rubs her leg, wondering now what it could be, but the something starts to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. A thrill runs up Emily’s spine as she now franticly tries to brush whatever the thing is off, but her hand feels like it passes right through it. The girl next to Emily looks across at her.

“Are you alright” she asks, watching Emily brush at her leg, now nearly reaching up into her skirt.

“Yes,” Emily breaths back, and stops brushing at the thing. Instead, she closes her legs hard together, but squeaks in surprise when her legs are force open by some invisible force. Emily starts to panic, her eyes now franticly searching around the room for help, but she can’t possibly say anything. Helplessly, she places her hand over her neatly trimmed snatch, trying to look casual about it. No one is watching her. She now recognizes the thing as a hand, as it travels up under her short skirt, and drifts right through Emily’s protectively cupped hand, through her panties, and the warm fingers brush the skin around her kitty. Emily gasps, yanking her hand away. Maybe it’s just her imagination, maybe she’s asleep and if she just stays calm everything will be alright.

The warm fingers start rubbing her pussy lips, and it can’t help but feel good. Emily tries to sit still as her pussy heats up, puffing out from its neat little slit, the folds now starting to expose themselves and juices starting to run. The hand runs a finger up the spreading slit, and Emily trembles. The fingers find her love button, and now gently massage it, and a low moan escapes Emily, but no one cares or hears. She feels a second hand join the first, and it begins probing her folds. Emily tries to fight her stupid pussy, willing the hands to stop. She’s in the middle of class, and yet about to have an orgasm! Emily knows that if she orgasms, she will be unable to stop herself from screaming, so she puts a pencil in her mouth and bites down on it. Gripping the edges of her desk with her hands, tears start to form in her eyes, but only the girl next to her is awake, and she’s paying attention to the teacher. The teacher herself hasn’t actually faced the class since the bell rang. Then, before Emily has a chance to react, a finger is inserted into her now slick pussy hole, and Emily grits her teeth. She’s going to orgasm soon, she knows it, the pleasure from her pussy washing over her, blowing her mind. The finger is moving in and out now as the other hand continues playing with her clit. It’s too much, and Emily’s first orgasm of the evening hits her hard. She nearly breaks the pencil in two, as she grips the desk so hard that her knuckles turn white, and the invisible hands hold tight onto her legs. It’s not over yet though, and now invisible mouths attach themselves to Emily’s now erect nipples. She feels as though she’s naked, and as she looks down at herself she realizes that her cloths are gone. The mouths that have attached to her nipples aren’t human, however. They feel more like horses. Then, to her surprise, milk starts gushing out of her breasts as the two horses feed from her. Staring wildly around the room, she tries to cover herself, but as she tries to get up (unsuccessfully) she comes to the realization that no one’s moving. The teacher is frozen in the middle of writing out a five. Looking quickly around, she suddenly sees the bodies attached to the hands that continue to stimulate her and finger fuck her, and now she can’t help but scream. She screams right in the face of little blue men, with large black eyes and delicate hands. Their heads seem a little too large for their bodies, and none of them are wearing any cloths that Emily can see. Looking to her side, she see’s two baby foals suckling hungrily at her teats, and beyond them another alien, this one with something like a clipboard in his/her hands. He/she is watching with intense interest as the other aliens stimulate her to new heights, and Emily feels a second orgasm building up, and so soon after her first. She had never had the stamina or will herself to give herself a second orgasm before, and now Emily gives in, arching her crotch into the probing hands, and starts begging the aliens to go deeper. The alien with the clipboard makes a note, then walks over to Emily holding a large hypodermic needle filled with a thick brown liquid.