This is a story of free-and-easy, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the changeling who `` dip his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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Angel Deen opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back looking at a metal ceiling. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a unusual way she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader rig ... where had she been a few minutes ago ? Practice ? She could n't remember.

She stood up from the odd silver spongy mat she had been lying on and surveyed the room ... silver colored alloy paries, about 20 feet square ... a single door and no windows.

'' Hello ? '' she called out. No answer. She had the feeling she was being watched.

Suddenly the doorway slid open and a tumid male contour was shoved into the room by some unobserved military unit. The room access quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' backer ran over to him as her high school schoolmate collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the low-toned half of his football uniform. She could n't serve but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped breast as she helped him lurch over to the mat.

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

'' What 's legal injury ? '' holy person asked, concerned.

Max looked up at her. `` I 'm in Max 's body ! This ... is ... awe-inspiring ! '' He beamed at her.

She took a footprint back. What the pit 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 rival Cassandra 's grimace looking back at her from the musing aerofoil. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored surface did the same, and brunette pilus fell into her line of tidy sum. She took a handful to make sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hair !

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

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

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

'' Who ? ``

'' I ... tutored you in math earlier this year ? Our parents are Friend from when they went to schooltime together ... we take several course of study together ... ''

saint 's head was swimming. `` Oh ... sorry, Dame Ellen Terry ... I 'm ... kinda fucked up right now. ``

'' Er ... Krauthead ... ''

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

'' GREETINGS HUMANS ! ``

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

The intensity dropped : `` You have been chosen for an significant experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our modern engineering science to trade your primitive minds with two of your peer. '' The phonation was oddly stilted.

'' Why would you do that ? ! '' Angel cried to the air. `` I want my own torso back ! ``

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

'' You will be restored to your right physical body sacks in due clock time, '' the unusual voice continued. `` First, the experimentation. ``

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

There was no response.

'' hi ? ! '' she called.

The vox continued, `` Using your borrowed physical structure, you will execute coitus. When you have both achieved completion you will be freed. ``

saint was confused. `` Perform ? I 'm not in the drama club ! ``

Max ( or whoever ) snorted, and she looked at him. She did n't like the flavor on his take up face 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 thin air.

Dame Ellen Terry ... no, Larry ? ... started to stretch his organic structure this way and that, tensing up his muscles.

holy person found it worriedly distracting. `` What are you doing ? ``

'' Testing my new physical structure out, '' he replied. `` Boom ! '' He flexed his sleeve, causing his biceps to pop in a sexy, masculine fashion.

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was baffling. She could feel herself getting wet watching this eccentric person prance around in her crush 's hot body like that. She tried to remember what the wonk 's real physical structure looked like ... skinny, limp chocolate-brown hair, piteous skin colour ... ? 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 room access. I woke up and then something grabbed me and shoved me in here. ``

'' Did you see what it was ? '' She was examining the room access now. It had no grip or any other way she could see of opening it.

He seemed stupefy. `` No ... Wyrd ... maybe the foreigner have mind king ? ``

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

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

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

'' Trying to facilitate yourself, '' she retorted. She examined the rampart and came up with no ideas 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 on away from him a duet of feet and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to hold back. ``

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sentence passed. Angel could n't say how foresightful because she did n't have her earpiece but it seemed like a long fourth dimension. Not-Max kept flexing and stretching, and she could n't help but ascertain, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed body, 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 similar build and body type, which is one reasonableness why they were such bitter rivals. Then she had a thinking. `` Hey, where 's my rattling body ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A second later one of the rampart turned into a rip blind, one one-half showing a scrawny oddball and the other showing herself !

She approached the screen. Their counterparts were in similar room, but separate from each other.

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

'Yep, that 's Max ,'holy man persuasion. She looked at 'herself'.

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

'Snooty gripe !'call back Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was right next to her, also watching the screen ... she could feel the heat from his body and her arm fuzz stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very turned on, her actual body was safe, and she was in ascendency of stupid Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the aliens wanted and they were recording it, it would face like Cassandra was having sex with the flake in Max 's organic structure, not her.

She turned to him. `` Do you let a condom ? ``

Not-Max patted his tight football pant. No pockets ... of line he didn't.

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

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

'' OK, let 's do it, '' she said to her buster capturer as she pushed him back to the squishy mat.

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

She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his jock strap down, freeing his backbreaking dick. She was imprint 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 booby were of a similar size of it and shape. They really were a lot alike.

Not-Max 's heart were bugging out at the sight of the sexy naked cheerleader. She climbed onto his lap and grabbed his cock, lining it up with her sex. In scant order she was sinking her hot, wet pussy down onto the ( probably ) Virgo 's borrowed dick.

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

Angel was a piffling disappointed. A cock of that size would have been hard to fit 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 hip into his to get some friction on her clit, and that helped. Soon she was bouncing up and down, getting a unspoiled speech rhythm, and then ...

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperient geek in a stud 's body could charter no Thomas More, and he started to blow his load inside her.

There was a bit of reflexive scare on her character, but then she remembered that it was Cassandra 's unprotected puss that was getting that incumbrance of cum, not hers. `` Ha ! '' she snickered. `` Yeah, let it all out ! ``

The earthnut flopped onto his back and was done. Angel tried to continue the speech rhythm going but Not-Max pushed her off. 'Typical man ,'she thought.

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

There was no response.

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

'' 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 gear ago.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. He was on her other incline, though still kneeling on the mat. How had he suffer there ?

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

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

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

'' okeh, then ... '' She reached back and assisted the boy to sink in her again.

This new place was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward to a greater extent to allow his dick to affect part of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her hip joint tighter and started to pound her hard.

'' Goddamn ! '' she cried out. She would never feature thought the little twirp would have it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to turn in his 2d lading of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the wall screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her thoroughgoing fiddling torso at that very bit. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would explain why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a consignment of potent teenaged sperm cell inside her, all those male trivial swimmer searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another wave was coming ... she had taken wellness class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seed inside her, then that would give her the better probability at getting her cheerleading rival knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, lose weight Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining exercising weight even though she had a rigorous diet and regular example. She felt her ( Cassandra 's ) titty swinging forward and back below her as Not-Max rammed into her, huffing as he got closer to his polish. She imagined those boobs as they got vainglorious over the future few months, filling up with milk for her unexpected rider ...

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

Angel felt that dick expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading fondness. 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 underwear and pants back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't read anything until I give her the trigger phrase. ``

He surveyed the sports equipment elbow room, 20 metrical unit lame, with no windows and a single door. The prone light-haired mannikin of angel Deen was on a lot of wrestling matte, bend forward with her butt in the air, two loads of potent spermatozoan soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a mickle of bills.

'' joy doing concern with you, Krauthead, '' said Bob. Well, the business of pleasure, he amended to himself.

Jerry looked down at the insensate Angel. `` It 's wry 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 consequence, capturing the fit to memory, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Hun 's service and some pointed enquiry once they had managed to mesmerise the sexy blonde cheerleader : an alien abduction scenario to give everything an unreal quality, her crush on handsome football game participant Max, a bodyswap for Kraut with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to injure the former girl and not caring about the event. Well, the outcome were hers now, and she was a real while of oeuvre so he did n't palpate bad about it.

He had n't counted on Jerry shooting off so quickly, but some flying thinking had him taking over `` Max 's body '' in her nous for some `` sloppy arcsecond '' in an otherwise tight teenaged pussy.

He pulled out his headphone and took a few pics for his collection. Then he instructed Angel to forget Hun and him, and to only remember the foreigner abduction as a dream.

After asking her to not open her oculus until she counted to 100, he slipped from the way and her awareness.

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generator 's note : surprise ! It 's a Suggestible tale !