An encounter of the third kind

Linda walked next to Natalia towards the school. Some more students were behind her, so it took her by shock as she suddenly was finding herself somewhere completely different. She was no longer looking at the school, but a boy in her age instead. He was also facing her, but that was not the weirdest thing. She had been teleported, somehow.

"W-what the hell? Where am I? Who are you?" The boy asked the questions that also were on Lindas mind. Given what already happened today, this did not seem good. She looked around for any signs or answers as she recognized the place.

"We are next to my school. But... how? I was just in front of it with Natalia. How did I get..." Linda started to ask him back, but he rudely cut her off.

"Were you teleported here, too? Are we **** by aliens?" What a simpleton.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are no such thing as little green man from Mars. I am going to leave now." Linda exclaimed and turned around, just to feel herself be pushed a bit. The next second she found herself looking at the boy again.

"Oh, ehh... maybe you would..." He started to stutter. What did he mean? Linda looked down and instantly saw what the problem was. Her top. It was completely pulled up, so she was baring her tits to him. Of course she instantly grabbed it to pull it down again. However, her attempt was not meant to succeed. The second she let go of her shirt she felt the same again, as if someone was pulling her somewhere, but she was not moving.

Now, however, she knew what to look for, and rightfully so. Her shirt was up again, and the boy was caught in a mixture of looking away in embarassment and staring in awe.

'Alright, slow down Linda', she thought to herself. 'No matter what this is, you can get out of it.' She turned away so the boy had a little less to oggle and then pulled down her shirt again. Way slower this time, so she could see where it happened. But nothing did. Even as she had it all the way down again, which, given the kind of top this was, was not very far down. Then however, as soon as her hands let go of it, she was facing the boy again with once more exposed breasts.

"Hell, what the fuck is going on?" She exclaimed loudly.

"How would I know. Everytime I move away, I just get teleported back here. I can't even not look at you, I am so sorry!" The boy answered her rhetorical question.

'Okay, so he is in the same position as me. Someone or something is playing with us.' After one more quick thought, Linda reached her hands and covered her breasts. She had to find a solution to this, and since she could not pull down her shirt, covering herself with her hands was the next best thing.

Sadly, whoever did this was not planning to giving her time to think, and neither should the boy have some. She did not feel the push this time, but as right in front of her eyes the scene changed in a quick blur, she knew something had changed. And it was obvious what that was. The boys pants, as well as underpants had been pulled down completely.

"I can't move my hands. Oh my god, please don't look, this is so embarassing." He said. Linda could relate to this. She had to do something almost equally embarassing today already, and the scene right now was everything but pleasant to her as well. She could clearly see the boy trying to move, because she saw him making a step towards her, but there was the blur again. And not only the blur, but the pull as well. Way stronger this time, it was accompanied by a pain on her knees. And as she looked down she knew why. She was kneeling on the ground.

As she noticed that, it was only half a second later that she also realized where exactly she was kneeling. Right in front of the boy. Not even five inch between her face and his crotch. And her hands had also been pushed away from her breasts to over her head.

'Fucking great, he is getting a boner.' Linda noticed.

"Listen, whoever is doing this, I am not going to give him a blowjob, if that is what you are implying. I don't even know this guy. What do you think we are, puppets?" Linda called out loud enough for the person in charge of this to hear.

"My name is Martin." The boy answered to her.

"Not the point, Martin. Also not helpfull, so shut up." She replied, a bit more quiet, but her resistance was futile to begine with. Right as she finished her sentence the magical **** was moving her again. The next pose she found herself in was even closer to Martins dick. So close that her lips were touching it. Her arms were now behind his back and her cheeks were burning painfully. She obviously instantly pulled away from him again.

"Wha-gghh" she started to complain as it was cut off by a dick. To be precise, by Martins dick in her mouth. His hands were on the back of her head pushing her down, but she could not remember him ever having them put there.