This is a report of nonchalant, unprotected sex, and is a employment of fable. In substantial lifespan, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all variety of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` sink his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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backer 's Alien Abduction ( mf, Mf, 1st, mc, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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saint Deen opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back looking at a metallic element ceiling. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a strange room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few hour ago ? exercise ? She could n't remember.

She stood up from the odd silver grey spongy mat she had been lying on and surveyed the way ... silver colored metal walls, about 20 groundwork public square ... a bingle door and no windows.

'' how-do-you-do ? '' she called out. No result. She had the feeling she was being watched.

Suddenly the doorway slid undefendable and a great male person form was shoved into the way by some unseen forcefulness. The doorway quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' Angel ran over to him as her high school classmate collapsed to the storey. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the lower half of his football uniform. She could n't help but point out his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him reel over to the mat.

The young man looked bedevil. `` Max ? '' he asked. He looked down at himself. `` Holy crap ! ``

'' What 's wrong ? '' Angel Falls asked, concerned.

Max looked up at her. `` I 'm in Max 's dead body ! This ... is ... awesome ! '' He beamed at her.

She took a footstep back. What the hell was going on here ?

'' It 's ... Cassandra, right ? '' Max ( not Max ? ) asked.

She looked hurt. `` No ... Angel ! '' Max knew who she was ... they had never dated or anything, but they flirted off and on.

'' No, Angel 's blonde. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his feet and directed her to a shiny wall.

Angel looked at her cheerleading competitor Cassandra 's face looking back at her from the ruminative open. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored surface did the Lapplander, and brunet hair fell into her line of batch. She took a fistful to make sure enough ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's pilus !

'' Oh my God ! '' Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very tiny worry compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a unknown, unknown plaza. Her voice was n't quite right, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra 's part !

Now it was her turn to sag onto the mat. `` Um ... um ... '' What the hellhole was happening here ?

Max knelt down beside her. `` Err ... I 'm Jerry Booth ... ''

'' Who ? ``

'' I ... tutored you in math earlier this year ? Our parents are protagonist from when they went to shoal together ... we take several form together ... ''

Angel 's head was swimming. `` Oh ... sorry, terry cloth ... I 'm ... kinda fucked up right now. ``

'' Er ... Boche ... ''

'' Whatever ... '' holy person looked at her arm and realized that they were n't quite right. She could see Cassandra 's darker arm hairsbreadth, and a freckle she herself did n't have on her forearm. She was in Cassandra 's physical structure ! `` How ? ``

'' GREETINGS HUMANS ! ``

Angel Falls screeched at the sudden auditory trespass, which seemed to be coming from all around them.

The volume dropped : `` You have been chosen for an crucial experimentation. We are not of your world, and have used our advanced engineering science to swop your rude minds with two of your match. '' The voice was oddly stilted.

'' Why would you do that ? ! '' holy man cried to the air. `` I want my own body back ! ``

'' Speak for yourself, '' she heard Max/whatshisname mutter.

'' You will be restored to your proper frame pouch in due time, '' the foreign voice continued. `` showtime, the experiment. ``

'' No ! You let us go now ! '' Angel was on her feet by this point, shouting.

There was no response.

'' Hello ? ! '' she called.

The vocalism continued, `` Using your borrowed organic structure, you will perform relation. When you have both achieved completion you will be freed. ``

Angel was confused. `` Perform ? I 'm not in the dramatic event gild ! ``

Max ( or whoever ) snorted, and she looked at him. She did n't like the feel on his borrowed cheek as he leered at her.

'' Coitus means sex, '' he said, matter-of-factly.

'' Oh ! '' She recoiled from him. `` No ! We wo n't ! '' she called out.

Again there was no response.

They waited. Still nothing.

'' Hello ? '' she once again called out to slim air.

Terry ... no, Larry ? ... started to stretch along his physical structure this way and that, tensing up his muscles.

Angel found it worriedly distracting. `` What are you doing ? ``

'' Testing my new body out, '' he replied. `` bunce ! '' He flexed his weaponry, causing his biceps to protrude in a sexy, masculine fashion.

angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could feel herself getting wet watching this geek strut around in her crush 's hot body like that. She tried to remember what the nerd 's real body looked like ... skinny, hitch brownish hair's-breadth, poor skin color ... ? It seemed right.

She needed to disquiet herself. `` So, um ... what is it like outside of this room ? '' She headed toward the door.

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another room just like this one next door. I woke up and then something grabbed me and shoved me in here. ``

'' Did you see what it was ? '' She was examining the door now. It had no hold or any early way she could see of opening it.

He seemed gravel. `` No ... weird ... maybe the aliens have mind powers ? ``

The door had slid open and closed earlier. She tried pushing her hands flat against the door and dragging sideways, but it would n't move.

Warm hands touched her shoulder and she jumped. Quickly twisting around, she whacked Not-Max 's hands away.

'' Hey ! I 'm just trying to help, '' he said.

'' Trying to avail yourself, '' she retorted. She examined the rampart and came up with no estimate on how to get out of there. Finally, she plopped herself back down on the mat. Not-Max sat down next to her, too close.

She scooted her butt away from him a twain of feet and crossed her limb. `` We 're going to wait. ``

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Time passed. Angel Falls could n't differentiate how long because she did n't have her earpiece but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretch, and she could n't help but check, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed eubstance, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her current body did n't feel much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a standardized bod and consistency type, which is one reason why they were such virulent rivals. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my real soundbox ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A moment later one of the walls turned into a split up screen, one one-half showing a skinny geek and the other showing herself !

She approached the screen. Their counterparts were in alike suite, but separate from each other.

'' Dude ! '' the geeky-looking guy on the screen shouted out to the air. `` Dude ! ``

'Yep, that 's Max ,'holy person thought. She looked at 'herself'.

'' Helloooo ... ! Do n't you know who I am ? '' Cassandra-in-her-body called out haughtily to nobody.

'Snooty bitch !'mean Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was good following to her, also watching the screen ... she could palpate the heating system from his body and her arm tomentum stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very ruttish, her actual body was secure, and she was in mastery of stupid Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the outlander wanted and they were recording it, it would take care like Cassandra was having sex with the geek in Max 's consistency, not her.

She turned to him. `` Do you give a rubber ? ``

Not-Max patted his tight football pants. No air pocket ... of course he didn't.

She was pretty trusted she was ovulating right now ... she did n't require to get pregnant ! Then she mentally kicked herself ... she was n't in her own body ! She would n't own to deal about the outcome of unprotected sex ...

... but Cassandra would, after they switched back. Hmm ...

'' okeh, let 's do it, '' she said to her cuss captor as she pushed him back to the squashy mat.

'' Really ? '' his fount lit up as he sat back down.

She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his jock strap down, freeing his hard hawkshaw. She was impress with the size ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 inches, and nicely thick.

She unfastened her skirt and pulled her ( Cassandra 's ) soaking wet underwear down and off. Then she removed her top and bra, noting that Cassandra used the same type of bra she had, and their bosom were of a interchangeable size of it and physical body. They really were a lot alike.

Not-Max 's eyes were bugging out at the sight of the sexy nude cheerleader. She climbed onto his lap and grabbed his dick, lining it up with her sex. In dead Order she was sinking her hot, wet pussy down onto the ( probably ) virgin 's borrowed dick.

'' Oh shittt ... '' he gasped at the gratifying sensation.

Angel was a petty disappointed. A stopcock of that size would have been unmanageable to accommodate in her own body but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slut 's pussy was probably all loose from fucking half the football team, she figured.

She ground her pelvic arch into his to get some friction on her clit, and that helped. Soon she was bouncing up and down, getting a commodity musical rhythm, and then ...

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperienced eccentric in a he-man 's body could take no more, and he started to blow his load inside her.

There was a moment of reflexive panic on her part, but then she remembered that it was Cassandra 's unprotected cunt that was getting that onus of cum, not hers. `` Ha ! '' she snickered. `` Yeah, let it all out ! ``

The earthnut flopped onto his spinal column and was done. Angel tried to keep the beat going but Not-Max pushed her off. 'Typical man ,'she thought.

'' Well ? '' she called out to the room. `` Put me back in my own body ! ``

There was no response.

Not-Max spoke up. `` Um, I think they said we both had to 'reach mop up'. ``

'' What does that mean ? '' angel turned back to Barry ( Terry ? ) but he was n't on the mat anymore, even though she could have sworn that he was there a second ago.

She felt a tap on her articulatio humeri and turned. He was on her other side, though still kneeling on the mat. How had he gotten there ?

'' You have to cum too, '' he said, turning her away and pushing her forward.

'' Whoa ! '' she called out as she landed on all foursome. 'He suddenly got a lot more confident for someone who just had sex for the first time ,'she thought.

She tried to get up but Not-Max clambered up behind her and grabbed her hips. She could palpate the tip of his once again hard cock thrust at her borrowed puss.

'' okay, then ... '' She reached back and assisted the boy to penetrate her again.

This new spatial relation was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward more than to allow his hawkshaw to meet parts of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her hips tighter and started to pound her hard.

'' Goddamn ! '' she cried out. She would never consume thought the minuscule twerp would give birth it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting set to deliver his sec load of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the wall screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her stark small consistence at that very import. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would explain why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a payload of potent teenaged sperm inside her, all those virile little swimmer searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another moving ridge was coming ... she had taken health course of study, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that come inside her, then that would give her the best fortune at getting her cheerleading contender knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, slim Cassandra, her cheerleading getup tight against her assail belly, not understanding why she was gaining system of weights even though she had a strict diet and even exercise. She felt her ( Cassandra 's ) boobs swinging forward and back below her as Not-Max rammed into her, huffing as he got closer to his cultivation. She imagined those titty as they got bigger over the side by side few calendar month, filling up with Milk for her unexpected rider ...

'' Unhh ! Arhh ! '' Not-Max cried out as he slammed his rooster home.

Angel felt that hawkshaw expand inside her, and then a throb, spreading warmness. Then she came, hard. `` Ohhh ! Uaahhh ! Oh Goooodddd ... ''

Not-Max pulled out none-too-gently. angel lost consciousness.

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'' So she ca n't hear us anymore, Mr. Best ? ``

Bob best pulled his underclothing and bloomers back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't file anything until I give her the initiation phrase. ``

He surveyed the sports equipment elbow room, 20 feet square, with no Windows and a single doorway. The prone blond form of Angel Deen was on a mickle of wrestling mat, crouch forward with her butt in the air, two oodles of potent sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a stack of bills.

'' pleasure doing business with you, Jerry, '' said Bob. well, the line of pleasure, he amended to himself.

Jerry looked down at the insensate Angel. `` It 's ironic that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to remember my gens. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never forget ! '' He paused for a present moment, capturing the panorama to memory, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry 's help and some direct doubtfulness once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blond cheerleader : an alien abduction scenario to give everything an artificial lineament, her crush on handsome football actor Max, a bodyswap for Jerry with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to hurt the former girl and not caring about the moment. well, the event were hers now, and she was a real part of work so he did n't feel bad about it.

He had n't counted on Hun shooting off so quickly, but some fasting thought had him taking over `` Max 's body '' in her mind for some `` squashy seconds '' in an otherwise loaded teenaged pussy.

He pulled out his headphone and took a few motion picture for his collection. Then he instructed Angel to forget Krauthead and him, and to only remember the alien abduction as a dream.

After asking her to not open her center until she counted to 100, he slipped from the elbow room and her awareness.

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author 's note : surprise ! It 's a Suggestible news report !