If you're abducted by an alien, there are any number of purposes it might have in mind for you. In my case, and many others, sometimes it's to fuck.

The number one, but not only, human fucking species is the so-called Grays. You know what they look like: 4 to 5 feet tall, very slender, large upside-down teardrop-shaped heads, large, solid, shiny black eyes. They typically levitate people from their homes and vehicles at night. Enshrouded in blue mist and white light, they help themselves to tiny flesh samples, inject implants, test for telekinetic capacity, telepathically reassure their subjects not to be afraid, then finally erase memories and return their subjects with missing time and bodily markings. Usually, they return again and again, often re-abducting the same individuals from cradle to grave, and following generations of blood descendants.

I'm only able to speak of any of this because, as a boy, getting placed back into bed by a couple of Grays, I asked them not to erase my memories, and they agreed like it was no trouble. As a result, I remember every time they came for me, I think.

There are misconceptions that Grays are all androgynous drones pumped out of clone factories, or that they're sexless robots, or that they're like amphibians that reproduce by squirting sperm over eggs. I have little idea where any of those notions originate, fake abductees, posers, I suppose, but they're all false. Grays belong to the same genus as homo sapiens; they had a significant role in genetically engineering us from apes, and are so similar to us, down to their DNA, that a human can impregnate a Gray. A Gray can impregnate a human the old-fashioned way. Indeed, there exist countless hybrids among them and among us. The scale, scope, and duration of this crossing are probably such that the line between Gray and human has become blurred. A Gray once explained to me that, depending on how you define it, every single human on Earth has a pinch of Gray in them.

Now, aside from the rare hooded-robe style, Grays tend to wear a kind of skin-tone-matching, skin-tight fabric that seamlessly covers their entire bodies. They look nude. Abductees viewing their groins have often only ever seen doll-like smoothness, lending to the sexless and amphibian myths, perhaps, but this is misleading. Within the fabric is a well-shaped crotch-piece that fits quite snugly and prevents any appearance of camel-toe or tights-sausage. When they "shed" their tights, you'll find that Grays each have a navel, a pair of nipples, an ass crack, vellus & pubic hair, and genitals with much but not precisely the same form as our own.

Genital size? You might go based on body size, but hold on a moment. Humans have by far the largest genitals compared to our simian relatives. Gorillas, who are much larger than humans in body, are tiny down below. The reason natural selection granted homo sapiens males with big dicks in the first place is that it granted homo sapiens females with wide, deep vaginal canals for safe delivery of large-brained infants. Bigger brains meant bigger woman holes, and the penis enlarged generation-by-generation to keep pace with expanding feminine dimensions.

So then, Grays are famous for their large heads, heads housing immense galaxy-faring brains, bulbousness requiring unbelievable vaginal elasticity to give birth. What then would you expect of Gray cock size? They're hung, and those are just the average Gray males.

My wife (a human) and I first met on a spaceship. Her Grays and my Grays wanted us to meet, get married, and reproduce. They introduced us, hypnotized us to fall in love, the first time failing but the second time succeeding, and then returned us to our regular day-to-day, subconsciously programmed to meet and approach each other at the same time and place, a miniature golf course.

The first time I saw a Gray's cock, I was with my wife. Again, in a spaceship, the Grays wanted to watch us newlyweds fuck, for science. We were both nude, as usual, but I wasn't feeling it. I sat nude, flaccid, and frustrated. One of the commanding Grays, the one who approved our "joint-project" and whom I've dubbed Chief, was amused that I couldn't perform there with several giant eyes watching in a round room with glowing walls. Chief slipped his slender fingers into the neckline of his skintight suit, stretched it down and off the length of his body, then stepped out of it with his big, dangling lead-colored rod exposed to my wife. He approached her, and nobody said anything, vocally or telepathically. I was stunned, she was stunned, and then he fucked my wife.

I watched Chief guide her onto her hands and knees and hump her, and she moaned. He hooked his long middle finger in her mouth and made her drool, rudely pulling her by her cheek to look me in the eyes as I watched. Seeing the guilty pleasure in her pupils, I snapped out of my daze, "Stop, I'll do it." But Chief ignored me. He took such long strokes I couldn't believe he could open that much space between himself and her and not slip out. She shook her head and clutched her fingers into her hair, going crazy with a building orgasm. She turned bright red from her face to her chest, and then he pulled out. She squirted a mess over his thighs, and he shot a load with such force that it spattered a trail from her ass to her neck.

It worked, though. Returned to our Earth lives, my wife and I started mating, if you will, maybe ten or twelve times per week, and she soon found her womb growing with our first offspring.

Was it Chief's? No. Whenever Grays impregnate a human female, they come for their own after some months and transplant the fetus into an artificial gestation sack, then raise it among other hybrids and true Grays. See, you'll never have such a scenario as a woman in labor breech in the maternity ward, nurses, doctor, and dad beholding a black-eyed, bald, slimy space baby.

Over a year later, I worked up the courage to finally ask my wife about it. While driving at night through the woods, and suddenly aware we could be abducted easily right there and then, I turned the radio down and just said what I had to say, "How was it, having sex with one of them?"

She replied instantly, like she could read my mind and expected the question, "It was like heaven. I thought I was going to pass out in ecstasy."

I was quiet for a moment, then a follow-up, "Would you do it again?"

Before I could get the words out. "Yes, in a heartbeat."

She waited a moment and then turned the question back on me, "Would you?"

I had since fucked a Gray. But this one was in our home. My wife and I both woke in our bed well before dawn, in total darkness, even though we had left our hallway light on as a habit. The difference was that I could move, and my wife couldn't, as our unseen guest had induced temporary paralysis over her. I sat up and looked toward our bedroom door, and, true to form, the blue mist rolled in across the bedroom floor.

Soon, the entire room was lit in a soft blue, and in she came, a female Gray, all by herself, and without her skin-tight suit on. This horny interstellar visitor, without touching a thing, looked me deep in my eyes with those bottomless black pools in her face and transmitted an orb of absolute erotic heat into me. I became instantly hornier than I had ever been in my life, and in those initial seconds, I forgot my wife totally as she lay helplessly watching.

Our visitor then levitated our blanket off us and sent it flying away like a manta ray swims. My briefs were pitched up, and then they too came sliding off my legs by telekinesis, only getting hooked on my left ankle. My cock was exposed standing. Our guest approached nearer, and to my utter astonishment, she lowered her face into my lap. Blinking and observing, she paused a moment to regard my privates, and then, opening her mouth, took my glans between her delicate silver lips.

I looked over to see my wife, though stiff as a block of cement, was eyes wide open to the fellatio I was receiving.

I had to ask, and upon forming the thought "Who are you?" this female Gray read my mind and replied telepathically, "A lover of men." and she gave my dick one last hard suck, the kind of deep, relentless suck that feels like the dick head's going to pop.

Magically, gracefully, she levitated up into our bed and stood feet planted on either side of my lap. She pressed her bare pussy in my face, and without hesitation, I feasted. Her clit was hard enough to flick with the tip of my tongue like a rubber nub, and as I did so, she wrapped her long skinny fingers around my head and pulled my mouth airtight to her pouring wet star pussy.

I drove my tongue into her, and I was amazed at how lax and open she was inside. I could swirl my tongue around inside in such wide circuits that I had to angle my face around to lick her ever-expanding walls.

She released her grip on my head and then crouched. I felt an invisible force seize my cock and hold it straight. She was using her power to line me up for penetration as she lowered herself. And then there it was, I felt her sliding down onto my dick with ease. She was so loose, and I couldn't help but think it, and I couldn't help her reading my mind. She put her forehead to mine, eye to magnificent obsidian eye, as she gyrated in my lap. "Release inside of me."

My toes crossed, I clawed the sheets off, I grimaced and clenched my eyelids shut, my pelvic floor muscles went into such unending rhythmic spasms I thought I was dying and going to heaven. I ejaculated and ejaculated, I shouted and cried, it wouldn't stop, I kept cumming and cumming. And my wife, frozen in place, saw all of that.

So driving in those dark woods, it wasn't an option to lie. Carefully steering us in the night, I answered my wife, "Yes, I'd do it again."

My wife patted my lap, "I know. I know you would. Why do you think she fucked you?"

I gave it serious consideration, then answered, "Maybe she wanted to show us how to fuck an alien."

My wife smiled, silently, then ran her hand over my bulge as I drove, "I hope they take us again soon and show us some more."

With that, not a second later, our car powered off and the engine stopped. We rolled to a halt on the shoulder, with pure blackness around and a million stars above. FLASH! White-light engulfed all!