1. Abduction
The transportation was sudden and unexpected, but not unpleasant. A bit groggy, I slowly became aware of the situation.
-- I was naked.
-- I was in large space.
-- I lay on my back on a smooth, plush, comfortable surface.
-- There were several women nearby, all seemingly in a similar condition.
As we sat up and took in our surroundings, it was clear we were in an ‘other-worldly’ place. Nothing about the materials, lighting or colors was familiar. We were also not alone.
2. Red
Moving slowly towards us from every direction were … beings? They looked like human women, and very attractively shaped women at that. But their skin was a beautiful shade of red, and it glistened as if covered with oil. They were also naked.
Six of them approached me as I sat up, getting down on hands and knees to be at my level. They were smiling and seemed non-threatening, and I felt strangely calm. One put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently but firmly down on my back. I could tell she was stronger than could be expected from a human with such soft curves. I also felt a warmth radiating from her hands that was sensual. In fact it quickly became obvious that the oil from her skin was causing me to feel sexually aroused.
The others began to touch me as well, and the arousal became more intense. I felt no inclination to resist. As various parts of their bodies gradually contacted mine, I realized that the intensity increased with the more intimate areas (mine and theirs). Soon I was covered by soft oily red flesh, and felt sure I would have an orgasm. I didn’t, and could not understand why not. I was closer to an orgasm than I had ever been, and the feeling of being edged was increasing beyond anything I had ever experienced.
Each time I thought the intensity could not increase, they did something to increase it.
-- Rubbing their breasts over my skin.
-- Kissing and licking me.
-- Rubbing their vaginas on me.
Even though edging had been a favorite passion of mine, this level soon had me begging for release. I don’t know if they even understood what I was screaming about, but in any case they just kept on for hours. Eventually one of them sat on my penis cow-girl style while the others worked over every inch of me. I hoped perhaps she would get tired from pumping up and down, but no, she seemingly could do that forever.
Finally, just before I would have passed out, they stopped. I lay there panting (and perhaps crying a bit) with a more rigid erection than I had ever had. I noticed that the human women were watching from close by with somewhat worried expressions. Groups of red women came in from the shadows and stretched each of them out on the floor. I soon heard the sounds of the start of their edging torment.
3. Green
As I lay there wondering if I would ever get relief from my erection, a new group approached. Like the reds, these women were beautiful, curvy and oily. Their skin was green. As soon as they touched me, I knew what that difference meant. I had a long, almost excruciating ejaculation. I did not, however lose my state of arousal or my erection.
They started slowly:
-- hands giving a slow sensual massage.
-- kissing and licking of my most sensitive spots.
-- bodies sliding and writhing all over me.
-- genitals rubbed on me as if they wanted to achieve orgasms themselves.
-- sex positions beyond what I could imagine or count.
My orgasms kept on and on, each more explosive than the last. I could not imagine where all the semen was coming from. From nearby I heard the screams of the human women begging for release from their edging. It occurred to me that there might be green women in their future, and that they might regret asking for that release.
Hours went by, and this green session lasted even longer than the red. Finally they seemed to sense that I might die from the exertion, and they stopped. As they backed away, I was horrified to realize that I still had an erection.
4. Blue
As I watched, the green women who had been with me, along with many others, approached the panting, prostrate forms of the human women. At least for them, multiple orgasms might not be unknown. I felt sympathy for them anyway.
It was with some trepidation that I saw the approach of another group. Still beautiful, curvy and oily, but this time their skin was blue. What could that color portend?
The first touch elicited an immediate half laugh, half scream, and I knew I was in real trouble. Tickling had long been a fetish of mine, but I was sure this would be torture beyond my imagining. It was.
There was no slow start with these blues. One of the larger ones rolled me on top of her so that with the others on top, ever inch of my skin was tickled at once. There were more than enough of them to cover my body and still leave others to suck on my feet and my penis. I struggled, laughed, screamed and begged for hours, but to no avail. They did not need to try to tickle me since the oil did that for them. All they had to do was rub the parts of their bodies with the most potent oil on the parts of my body that were the most sensitive. After a while, my whole body was so sensitive that you could have tickled me with a wink.
At one point two of them had slid under my back so that it was arched and I was stretched out, other thighs and vaginas pinning my arms and legs. Two straddled my torso, sliding around on my stomach and chest. Another rode my penis with wild abandon, tickling the over-sensitive head in a way that drove my out of my mind. They all seemed to be enjoying this, so kept at it on and on. Perhaps it took a great deal of effort for them to climax, and humans were just a convenient tool.
Eventually I did pass out, but for how long I don’t know. I awoke to the screams of the human women being tickled mercilessly. I still had the erection, and an intense need for release. Would I get it? The red women were approaching me again, gleams in their eyes, so probably not….
The transportation was sudden and unexpected, but not unpleasant. A bit groggy, I slowly became aware of the situation.
-- I was naked.
-- I was in large space.
-- I lay on my back on a smooth, plush, comfortable surface.
-- There were several women nearby, all seemingly in a similar condition.
As we sat up and took in our surroundings, it was clear we were in an ‘other-worldly’ place. Nothing about the materials, lighting or colors was familiar. We were also not alone.
2. Red
Moving slowly towards us from every direction were … beings? They looked like human women, and very attractively shaped women at that. But their skin was a beautiful shade of red, and it glistened as if covered with oil. They were also naked.
Six of them approached me as I sat up, getting down on hands and knees to be at my level. They were smiling and seemed non-threatening, and I felt strangely calm. One put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently but firmly down on my back. I could tell she was stronger than could be expected from a human with such soft curves. I also felt a warmth radiating from her hands that was sensual. In fact it quickly became obvious that the oil from her skin was causing me to feel sexually aroused.
The others began to touch me as well, and the arousal became more intense. I felt no inclination to resist. As various parts of their bodies gradually contacted mine, I realized that the intensity increased with the more intimate areas (mine and theirs). Soon I was covered by soft oily red flesh, and felt sure I would have an orgasm. I didn’t, and could not understand why not. I was closer to an orgasm than I had ever been, and the feeling of being edged was increasing beyond anything I had ever experienced.
Each time I thought the intensity could not increase, they did something to increase it.
-- Rubbing their breasts over my skin.
-- Kissing and licking me.
-- Rubbing their vaginas on me.
Even though edging had been a favorite passion of mine, this level soon had me begging for release. I don’t know if they even understood what I was screaming about, but in any case they just kept on for hours. Eventually one of them sat on my penis cow-girl style while the others worked over every inch of me. I hoped perhaps she would get tired from pumping up and down, but no, she seemingly could do that forever.
Finally, just before I would have passed out, they stopped. I lay there panting (and perhaps crying a bit) with a more rigid erection than I had ever had. I noticed that the human women were watching from close by with somewhat worried expressions. Groups of red women came in from the shadows and stretched each of them out on the floor. I soon heard the sounds of the start of their edging torment.
3. Green
As I lay there wondering if I would ever get relief from my erection, a new group approached. Like the reds, these women were beautiful, curvy and oily. Their skin was green. As soon as they touched me, I knew what that difference meant. I had a long, almost excruciating ejaculation. I did not, however lose my state of arousal or my erection.
They started slowly:
-- hands giving a slow sensual massage.
-- kissing and licking of my most sensitive spots.
-- bodies sliding and writhing all over me.
-- genitals rubbed on me as if they wanted to achieve orgasms themselves.
-- sex positions beyond what I could imagine or count.
My orgasms kept on and on, each more explosive than the last. I could not imagine where all the semen was coming from. From nearby I heard the screams of the human women begging for release from their edging. It occurred to me that there might be green women in their future, and that they might regret asking for that release.
Hours went by, and this green session lasted even longer than the red. Finally they seemed to sense that I might die from the exertion, and they stopped. As they backed away, I was horrified to realize that I still had an erection.
4. Blue
As I watched, the green women who had been with me, along with many others, approached the panting, prostrate forms of the human women. At least for them, multiple orgasms might not be unknown. I felt sympathy for them anyway.
It was with some trepidation that I saw the approach of another group. Still beautiful, curvy and oily, but this time their skin was blue. What could that color portend?
The first touch elicited an immediate half laugh, half scream, and I knew I was in real trouble. Tickling had long been a fetish of mine, but I was sure this would be torture beyond my imagining. It was.
There was no slow start with these blues. One of the larger ones rolled me on top of her so that with the others on top, ever inch of my skin was tickled at once. There were more than enough of them to cover my body and still leave others to suck on my feet and my penis. I struggled, laughed, screamed and begged for hours, but to no avail. They did not need to try to tickle me since the oil did that for them. All they had to do was rub the parts of their bodies with the most potent oil on the parts of my body that were the most sensitive. After a while, my whole body was so sensitive that you could have tickled me with a wink.
At one point two of them had slid under my back so that it was arched and I was stretched out, other thighs and vaginas pinning my arms and legs. Two straddled my torso, sliding around on my stomach and chest. Another rode my penis with wild abandon, tickling the over-sensitive head in a way that drove my out of my mind. They all seemed to be enjoying this, so kept at it on and on. Perhaps it took a great deal of effort for them to climax, and humans were just a convenient tool.
Eventually I did pass out, but for how long I don’t know. I awoke to the screams of the human women being tickled mercilessly. I still had the erection, and an intense need for release. Would I get it? The red women were approaching me again, gleams in their eyes, so probably not….
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