This is a story of daily, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fiction. In literal life, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all sorting of less intimate diseases await the idiot who `` duck his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Boys Do n't Cheer - ( ff, mf, 1st, bi, nc, oral, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I was looking for the toilet at a company at some guy 's seat in my senior year. The briny one had a lineup and I figured there was probably a half-bath off of one of the bedrooms.

When I opened one of the bedroom door I found Christa Clements lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious. The cheerleader had been partying hard and had disappeared from the party a little earlier. I guessed the trollop had found a better half, as her shirt was open, skirt hiked up, and her bra and pantie on the floor. Her shave blonde bush was staring right at me.

I slipped into the elbow room and closed the door quickly but quietly. I took a few seconds and got a upright feel at her muscular legs and toned midriff, as well as her nicely-formed tit, milky white in contrast to her bronzed skin.

Still, first things first, I figured, and I went into the half-bath to relieve myself. After, I returned to the bedchamber and the wonderful raft I had discovered.

I thought about taking some pictorial matter but quickly decided against it ; those could get me in bother ! Memories would have to do. As I approached the bed to get a amend position my ft stepped on something squishy.

A put-upon condom. Eww. Whoever had fucked her had wanted to play it safe. Maybe it had even been consensual, and then she zonked out afterward.

I knelt on the bed between her wooden leg. The flavour of sex was potent now, and I started to get really turned on. Christa 's pussy lips were gaping open a bit, and I could see she was wet.

Experimentally, I touched Christa 's knee and shook it a little. If she woke now I could explain that I was concerned for her, but I needed to make for sure she was right out before I tried anything.

Sure enough, she did n't respond at all. I moved in and gingerly touched her outer pussy lips with my fingers. Still nix. fantastic !

Growing bolder, I leaned forward and licked her pussy once, and then leaned back to see if that had gotten a response. Still zilch. I went back in, licking up her inner lips and making sure to pay attention to the clit. She tasted incredible, and I noticed her breathing rate increased after a bit of that.

Like every guy at my school, I was hot for Christa. She had been mean to me when we were freshmen, and because of her popularity lots of people followed cause, so my school life had not been fun because of her. I was thinking of some payback.

If I had been born male I would take pulled out my tool and started porking the little cunt, but unfortunately I was born without the involve equipment, though no one at school actually knew that.

Oh, you thought I was a guy, right ? Well, I am ; I identify as male, though I was born into the amiss gender. I 've said I was a boy since I was 8 geezerhood old, and even before then my parents called me a romp because I liked rough sports and getting dirty, and when I started reaching puberty I had an eye for the moderately girls. Yes, I know that gender identity and intimate preference do n't always align, but in my case they do.

Anyway, back to the unconscious cheerleader ...

I wanted to do something to this little jade that she would never forget, but with the cloth at hand ( i.e., no penis ) my option were limited.

Or were they ? I looked back down at the used condom.

I suppose if I had n't been ovulating I would n't even sustain considered doing what I was about to do. I had been on testosterone treatments for a twain of calendar month by that head but my stop had n't fully stopped, and I was horny as hell.

I picked up the used rubber, looking at the seed it contained through its translucent rampart. I unhooked my belt and pulled my trouser and underwear down for easily admittance to my vagina. I hated that I had one, but it still felt thoroughly to scam myself. Sometime after graduation exercise I would get the performance to give me a penis, but for now I had to shape with what I had.

I untied the rubber and laid it down between Christa 's legs. With my bequeath deal I dipped my fingerbreadth into the rubber and with my right wing I started to play with my oversized button, making a mental greenback to not mix the manus up. I was right handed so that would n't be a problem.

As I skimmed my good index finger's breadth over my clitoris I brought my cum covered left indicator finger over to Christa 's pussy, letting it hover above her glistening, open jam. I held it there, watching as the seed rolled down to the tip of my digit, the liquid elongating, drooping downward as if it knew just where it wanted to go. And then the bead detached from my finger and landed just below Christa 's clit. As I watched, the dip slipped down, between her pussy lips, and disappeared.

This was so be intimate hot ! My right index and middle finger's breadth now moved faster on my clit as my other ones dipped back into the habituate safety, this clock time pulling out Sir Thomas More of the dangerous substance.

I lightly ran my cum covered digit along Christa 's outer pussy lip, leaving a trail of pearly tweed come as they went. Then I dipped the finger into her vagina a little. I noted that Christa 's insides were very warm, warmer than mine usually were when I pushed my fingers inside myself. Did that mean she was ovulating ?

The opinion that what I was doing could score the little bitch cheerleader pregnant set me off. I started to cum and I moved my fingerbreadth away from my clit before it became overstimulated. I came for quite a while and as I recovered I pushed my lead fingers back into the used prophylactic. I wanted Sir Thomas More of those powerful orgasm ; normally my cums were n't all that stiff, possibly because of the T treatments.

This clip I made sure to crusade my spermy fingerbreadth deep inside the unconscious beaut. I stayed away from my clitoris and pushed my correct middle digit into my own pussy. It felt adept !

I noticed Christa 's breathing rate had increased again, though she remained out of it. My attentions were getting her hot too.

I looked at Christa 's puffy pussy, stuffed with my sperm-covered fingers. If she had always used condoms then I was doing something to her organic structure that had never been done before ! Nobody else was going to be the first person to put virile spermatozoan inside this sexy slattern 's unprotected vagina.

I scooped More spermatozoon out and into her pussy. When I had investigated what I would misplace when I made the transition from female to male I learned a lot about the female person reproductive system of rules. If I was pushing this dangerous seeded player inside her at the right time of the month, I would be the first-class honours degree person to do something else to her : make her significant ! And I did n't even sustain a penis ! I really wished I did ... I 'd have filled the bitch entire of my babymaking seeded player by now.

I was enjoying the mickle of Christa 's tight midriff. I imagined the sperm I had already pushed inside her swimming up and up, piercing her ripe egg and starting a chemical substance physical process that would deepen her body forever. I was running out of seminal fluid so I started to move my digit in and out of her pussy. Christa was making petty joy dissonance but did n't seem to be waking.

My center continued to take in her perfectly toned cheerleader body as I pushed my fingers in and out. I imagined her muscular midsection a couple months from now, ever so slightly showing a `` baby bump, '' maybe looking like she had gained a fiddling weight. A few more than hebdomad and the school would be talking : 'Is she getting fat, or ... ?'A few more weeks and there would be no more questions.

Would she have to lead the shoal ? Would she be kicked out of her home ? Hm, I hoped she would n't get homeless person ; not with a baby on the way.

Finally, I took my fingers out of her puss and upended the condom, spilling the last of the cum between her legs. I watched as some of the remaining seed dripped into her slightly loose vagina. I looked at her now erect nipples. In a few more calendar month those magnificent athletic B cups would start to swell as her body prepared itself to feed her growing baby. I wondered if they would calculate even better as a C or D cup. My own bosom had n't gotten any gravid than an A cup, and the T treatments kept them at that size. I bound them up and wore unloosen shirts, but they were uncomfortable sometimes.

Christa was still breathing heavily, and her rose hip were now moving rhythmically. One former thing I remembered from my reproduction into female investigation was that if a womanhood wants to get pregnant she should try to let an climax after the man has cum inside her. I wanted to give Christa the intimately chance at her new life, so as I pushed the last of the cum inside her with my digit I leaned forward to lick her clit. The gross salty taste of semen went away quickly as I lubricated her sweet spot, flicking my clapper lightly across it and then sucking it into my mouth.

It was awkward but I managed to keep my other hired hand in my own pussy, dipping my finger's breadth in and out of myself as I pushed my early finger's breadth into Christa and licked her button. She was breathing heavily now, gasping. I could feel her tummy heftiness tensing up. Yes ... yes !

'' Uuaahhh ! '' Christa groaned, and I could palpate her pussy clamp down on my fingers. thought process of all the spermatozoon that had been pooling in the book binding of her vagina being sucked through her spasming cervix uteri and into her womb by her orgasm set mine off. I gasped into her kitty-cat as the strongest orgasm of my aliveness rolled over me. Both of us grunted and moaned for quite a while ; I lost track of how long.

Finally, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and sat back on my heels. This would be a night I would think back for the rest of my life, I thought to myself.

Little did I know how right I was.

Something fast hit my jaw and ace exploded behind my eyes. I was dimly mindful of falling off of the bed and lying there, unable to move.

I could listen Christa, who had obviously woken up, yelling at me. Something about rape, the condom, pregnancy, and then ...

'' Oh my God, you 're a missy ? ! ``

Oh shit, she knew my mystery now ! My bloomers had been around my knees when I fell so she could see everything, sprawled as I was on the flooring before her !

Everything was a grayish fog and my consistence would n't work. One thing about having hefty cheerleader ramification is they can really deport a house kick !

I think some time passed. I heard Christa talking to someone through the partially open door :

'' Yeah, same shit you gave me before, but more ... totally fucked me up ... I 'll pay you tomorrow. ``

My mouth was forced open and a few diminished objects dropped in. I tried to spit them out but Christa closed her hired hand over my oral fissure and pinched my scent shut so I could n't breathe ! When she saw my throat swallow she let go and I could breathe again.

My drawers were pulled off, as well as my shirt and brake shoe, and then I felt my dope wrapping being unravelled. The relief I felt at not having my breasts uncomfortably bound anymore was far overshadowed by the sweep over horse sense of dread. My principal still felt total of cotton from the gripe. Did I have a concussion ?

I lost cognisance for a bit, as the next thing I knew I was on the bed, bended forward with my head under a cover. I could hear Christa :

'' She really wants to join the cheerleading team next year. Normally we do n't live with anyone so scrawny and bony, but she agreed to this to test that she is really going to work for it, you know ? ``

I heard a male person voice say something and then the bed tilted back a footling. I felt something jabbing at my pussy.

NO ! OH GOD NO ! It was then that I realized I still could n't be active ... I could n't even speak ! My question was n't hurting anymore -- it actually felt pretty good -- but I was paralyzed.

Just like Christa was when I molested her ! She had been on some sort of drug and had forced me to take some.

The orgasm I had earlier while pushing sperm inside of Christa worked against me. My pussy was still lubricated so that whoever was poking their hammer at it did n't even want stimulation. I felt my wet but unused vagina stretching around the intruder.

The male person voice again : `` She sure is skinny. I ca n't see at her face ? ``

Christa 's voice, now close to my headway : `` No ... she does n't desire her reputation ruined. Is n't that right, sweetie ? ``

I could only groan a little in response. The cock pushing into me pulled out a bit and then pushed in laborious. I had lost my hymen to a vibrator the previous year but it still felt like the first time again. I whimpered.

I faded out again. I came back, feeling person expertly manipulating my clitoris while one of my nipples were being sucked. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and ...

... and the guy fucking me was picking up speed, increasing the force of his thrusts. He was going to cum ! NO !

'' Should I pull out ? '' he asked.

The finger on my clit stopped, as did the suction on my nipple, and Christa 's voice returned to near my head : `` No ... go ahead and cum inside ... she said she 's safe. ``

NO ! I tried to scream ... PULL OUT !

Christa whispered into my ear : `` Fucking little man-girl ! You may have made me pregnant with that stunt earlier. Well, turnabout is a bitch, and so am I ! revel this, you stupid small Hilary last word wannabe. ``

The guy was getting into the short strokes now. I could palpate his phallus getting crowing inside me as he hammered at my puss. Nooooo ... I was definitely ovulating !

Then Christa said, `` Actually ... you should perpetrate out and cum on her back. Better condom than sorry. ``

'' Arhh ! '' The guy grunted. I could feel his turncock throb late inside me, and then he pulled out quickly. I felt a jet of his cum hit my ass, and then tender liquid rained down on my broken back.

Oh, thank God, I said to myself, relaxing a bit.

The guy spoke up, `` Uh, I think I shot a little in her. You waited too long to tell me to force out. ``

Oh dickhead ! That was the throbbing maven at the end. Noooo ...

Christa replied, `` Oh, I 'm sure she 'll be fine. Shoo now. ``

'' Oh ... uhh ... okay. '' I heard the guy get off the bed.

I could palpate the cum the guy had shot onto my ass rolling down, getting dangerously close to my pussy lips due to my butt pointing up in the air. I tried to move but it was no use. I stopped feeling the cum move ... had it dripped off ? Had it slipped into my pussy ? I just did n't know.

The guy finished changing and I heard the room access close.

Christa moved onto the bed behind me. `` I was going to let him blow his payload rich inside you, you know, but I had an idea, '' she said.

I felt her outdo some of the cum from off of my rachis. Oh no !

Her fingers found my pussy lips, tickling them as they circled their target. No ... no ! Then she pushed those finger into my pussy, hard. NO !

Christa retrieved more of the sperm from my frown back and pushed it into my fecund hole, getting rougher each time. When she was finally done my cunt lips were raw and I thought they might be bleeding. She had pushed that guy 's entire potent load into me, as I had done to her earlier.

Then she flipped me over, my legs spread before her and the blanket over my face slipped off so I could see what she was doing.

Her apparel were back on but she had a wanton facial expression on her case. It was sexy as hellhole, as lots as it was scarey. She smiled at me and then lowered her facial expression to my crotch.

I 'd never had anyone go down on me before. I was unprepared for the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it. Christa brought me come together to orgasm quickly. Dimly I remembered something from earlier ... something of import ?

I heard my voice in my promontory : Do n't cum ! If you cum you 'll get pregnant for trusted !

My forefront was messed up from the drug, the booze I had drank earlier, the sexy craziness of fingerbreadth fucking Christa and possibly getting her pregnant, and now getting raped and having Christa turn the table on me. I was already primed and gear up from all of it, and there was no way to stop what was coming.

Nooooo ! my mind screamed as my stomach muscleman tightened and I raised my hip to crusade hard back at Christa 's tongue ... and then I came.

The coming I had while Christa was cumming on my hired man and possibly getting pregnant earlier was nothing compared to this. I cried out as pleasure radiated out from my clit, moving through my spasming vagina, echoing deeply inside me as my cervix opened and pulled the full-bodied, stiff seed Christa had pushed inside me profoundly, inscrutable, the inevitability of my maternity acting as an aphrodisiac on my wooly-minded mind. I continued to cum and cum, my abdomen muscles almost cramping up from the extended orgasm.

Finally it was over, and I blacked out again.

When I woke I was back in the knack forward place on the bed, the piece of paper covering my head again. I could hear Christa :

'' She really wants to get together the cheerleading squad next year. She 's pretty bony ... normally we would n't accept someone like her, but ... ''

I was totally fucked .