This is a story of perfunctory, unprotected sex, and is a piece of work of fiction. In existent life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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I was looking for the can at a political party at some guy 's place in my aged year. The main 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 doors I found Christa Clements lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious. The cheerleader had been partying intemperately and had disappeared from the company a piddling earlier. I guessed the slut had found a partner, as her shirt was receptive, skirt hiked up, and her bra and panties on the story. Her trimmed blonde bush was staring right at me.

I slipped into the way and closed the door quickly but quietly. I took a few sec and got a skilful look at her muscular ramification and toned midriff, as well as her nicely-formed titty, milky white in contrast to her suntanned skin.

Still, first things first, I figured, and I went into the half-bath to ease myself. After, I returned to the sleeping room and the rattling sight I had discovered.

I thought about taking some pictures but quickly decided against it ; those could get me in trouble ! memory board would have to do. As I approached the bed to get a sound horizon my foot stepped on something squishy.

A used prophylactic. 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 legs. The smell of sex was strong now, and I started to get really turned on. Christa 's pussy lips were gaping open up 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 reach sure enough she was right-hand 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 cypher. Fantastic !

Growing bolder, I leaned forward and licked her snatch once, and then leaned back to see if that had gotten a response. Still nothing. I went back in, licking up her inside lips and making sure to pay tending to the clit. She tasted incredible, and I noticed her breathing rate increased after a bit of that.

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

If I had been born male I would have pulled out my peter and started porking the little kick, but unfortunately I was born without the need equipment, though no one at shoal actually knew that.

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

Anyway, back to the unconscious cheerleader ...

I wanted to do something to this little slut that she would never blank out, but with the materials at hand ( i.e., no phallus ) my options were limited.

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

I suppose if I had n't been ovulating I would n't even have considered doing what I was about to do. I had been on testosterone treatments for a couple of months by that point but my menstruum had n't fully stopped, and I was horny as hell.

I picked up the used safe, looking at the seed it contained through its translucent wall. I unhooked my rap and pulled my pants and underclothes down for easy accession to my vagina. I hated that I had one, but it still felt expert to diddle myself. Sometime after graduation exercise I would get the mental process to give me a penis, but for now I had to work with what I had.

I untied the rubber and laid it down between Christa 's legs. With my left deal I dipped my finger into the safety and with my right I started to play with my oversized clit, making a genial note to not mix the hands up. I was right handed so that would n't be a problem.

As I skimmed my rightfield index finger over my clit I brought my cum covered left exponent finger over to Christa 's pussy, letting it hover above her glistening, open yap. I held it there, watching as the semen rolled down to the tip of my finger's breadth, the liquid state elongating, drooping downward as if it knew just where it wanted to go. And then the drop curtain detached from my finger and landed just below Christa 's clitoris. As I watched, the drop slipped down, between her pussy sass, and disappeared.

This was so make love hot ! My mightily index and midway fingers now moved faster on my clit as my other ones dipped back into the used safe, this time pulling out more of the dangerous substance.

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

The persuasion that what I was doing could make the little bitch cheerleader pregnant set me off. I started to cum and I moved my fingers away from my clit before it became overstimulated. I came for quite a spell and as I recovered I pushed my unexpended fingers back into the used safe. I wanted to a greater extent of those powerful coming ; normally my ejaculate were n't all that strong, possibly because of the T treatments.

This fourth dimension I made sure to push my spermy fingers deep inside the unconscious looker. I stayed away from my clit and pushed my right middle digit into my own slit. It felt good !

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 finger's breadth. If she had always used condoms then I was doing something to her body that had never been done before ! Nobody else was going to be the first person to put potent sperm inside this sexy fornicatress 's unprotected vagina.

I scooped more than sperm out and into her pussy. When I had investigated what I would lose when I made the transition from female to male I learned a lot about the distaff reproductive organisation. If I was pushing this dangerous seed inside her at the right on time of the calendar month, I would be the first somebody to do something else to her : make her pregnant ! And I did n't even give a penis ! I really wished I did ... I 'd have filled the squawk full of my babymaking seed by now.

I was enjoying the quite a little of Christa 's mingy midriff. I imagined the sperm I had already pushed inside her swimming up and up, piercing her ripe egg and starting a chemical appendage that would change her organic structure forever. I was running out of semen so I started to move my finger's breadth in and out of her pussy. Christa was making trivial pleasure racket but did n't look to be waking.

My optic continued to take in her perfectly toned cheerleader organic structure as I pushed my fingerbreadth in and out. I imagined her hefty midsection a couple month from now, ever so slightly showing a `` baby protrusion, '' maybe looking like she had gained a little weighting. A few more weeks and the shoal would be talking : 'Is she getting fat, or ... ?'A few more weeks and there would be no more questions.

Would she have to leave the schooltime ? Would she be kicked out of her menage ? Hm, I hoped she would n't become homeless ; not with a infant on the way.

Finally, I took my fingers out of her puss and upended the safe, spilling the last-place of the cum between her ramification. I watched as some of the remaining seed dripped into her slightly afford vagina. I looked at her now tumid nipples. In a few more than months those glorious athletic B cup would depart to intumesce as her body prepared itself to fertilise her growing infant. I wondered if they would look even better as a C or D cup. My own titty had n't gotten any bountiful 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 hips were now moving rhythmically. One early thing I remembered from my replica into female investigation was that if a cleaning woman wants to get fraught she should try to bear an coming after the man has cum inside her. I wanted to return Christa the best chance at her new life, so as I pushed the last of the cum inside her with my digit I leaned forward to bat her clitoris. The gross salty preference of semen went away quickly as I lubricated her scented spot, flicking my tongue lightly across it and then sucking it into my mouth.

It was awkward but I managed to continue my other deal in my own pussy, dipping my digit in and out of myself as I pushed my other digit into Christa and licked her button. She was breathing heavily now, gasping. I could sense her stomach brawniness tensing up. Yes ... yes !

'' Uuaahhh ! '' Christa groaned, and I could find her pussy clamp down on my fingers. thought process of all the sperm cell that had been pooling in the spine of her vagina being sucked through her spasming cervix and into her womb by her sexual climax set mine off. I gasped into her pussy as the strongest orgasm of my spirit rolled over me. Both of us grunted and moaned for quite a while ; I lost caterpillar tread of how long.

Finally, I pulled my fingerbreadth from her pussy and sat back on my heels. This would be a nighttime 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 star exploded behind my eyes. I was dimly mindful of falling off of the bed and lying there, ineffectual to move.

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

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

Oh horseshit, she knew my private now ! My pants had been around my genu when I fell so she could see everything, sprawled as I was on the level before her !

Everything was a grey fog and my body would n't play. One thing about having mesomorphic cheerleader stage is they can really deliver a house beef !

I think some time passed. I heard Christa talking to somebody through the partially open room access :

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

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

My pants were pulled off, as well as my shirt and shoes, and then I felt my boob wrapping being unravelled. The substitute I felt at not having my breasts uncomfortably bound anymore was far overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of apprehensiveness. My head still felt full of cotton fiber from the kick. Did I have a concussion ?

I lost consciousness for a bit, as the following thing I knew I was on the bed, stoop forward with my head under a mantle. I could get a line Christa :

'' She really wants to join the cheerleading squad next year. Normally we do n't admit anyone so tightfitting and bony, but she agreed to this to leaven that she is really going to work for it, you know ? ``

I heard a virile vocalisation say something and then the bed tilted back a picayune. I felt something poke at my pussy.

NO ! OH GOD NO ! It was then that I realized I still could n't move ... I could n't even speak ! My headland was n't hurting anymore -- it actually felt pretty secure -- 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 climax I had earlier while pushing spermatozoan inside of Christa worked against me. My kitty-cat was still lubricated so that whoever was poking their pecker at it did n't even need foreplay. I felt my wet but unused vagina stretching around the intruder.

The manlike voice again : `` She sure is skinny. I ca n't look at her face ? ``

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

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

I faded out again. I came back, feeling someone expertly manipulating my clit 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 pep pill, increasing the force of his thrusts. He was going to cum ! NO !

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

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

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

Christa whispered into my ear : `` Fucking slight man-girl ! You may get made me significant with that stunt earlier. fountainhead, reversal is a bitch, and so am I ! Enjoy this, you stupid little Hilary stylishness wannabe. ``

The guy was getting into the curt strokes now. I could feel his penis getting grown inside me as he hammered at my pussy. Nooooo ... I was definitely ovulating !

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

'' Arhh ! '' The guy grunted. I could sense his peter throb oceanic abyss inside me, and then he pulled out quickly. I felt a spurt of his cum hit my ass, and then tender liquid rained down on my lower berth back.

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

The guy spoke up, `` Uh, I think I shot a trivial in her. You waited too foresighted to tell apart me to pull out. ``

Oh shit ! That was the throbbing superstar at the end. Noooo ...

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

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

I could find the cum the guy had shot onto my ass rolling down, getting dangerously close to my pussy lips due to my behind 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 door close.

Christa moved onto the bed behind me. `` I was going to let him mess up his load deep inside you, you know, but I had an musical theme, '' she said.

I felt her scoop some of the cum from off of my back. Oh no !

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

Christa retrieved More of the sperm cell from my downcast spine and pushed it into my fertile hole, getting rougher each metre. When she was finally done my kitty-cat 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 banquet before her and the mantle over my font slipped off so I could see what she was doing.

Her clothes were back on but she had a wanton look on her face. It was sexy as Scheol, as much as it was shivery. 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 overcome pleasure of it. Christa brought me close to orgasm quickly. Dimly I remembered something from earlier ... something important ?

I heard my voice in my pass : Do n't cum ! If you cum you 'll get meaning for for certain !

My head was messed up from the drug, the hard liquor I had drank earlier, the sexy craziness of digit fucking Christa and possibly getting her pregnant, and now getting raped and having Christa turn the tables on me. I was already primed and set up from all of it, and there was no way to stop what was coming.

Nooooo ! my psyche screamed as my stomach muscles tightened and I raised my pelvis to agitate hard back at Christa 's tongue ... and then I came.

The sexual climax I had while Christa was cumming on my hand and possibly getting pregnant earlier was nothing compared to this. I cried out as delight radiated out from my clit, moving through my spasming vagina, echoing thick inside me as my cervix opened and pulled the ample, powerful seed Christa had pushed inside me deeper, deeper, the inevitableness of my gestation acting as an aphrodisiac on my addled mind. I continued to cum and cum, my stomach muscles almost cramping up from the reach out orgasm.

Finally it was over, and I blacked out again.

When I woke I was back in the knack forward position on the bed, the sheet of paper covering my head again. I could listen Christa :

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

I was totally fucked .