This is a story of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a piece of work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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holy person 's alien Abduction ( mf, Mf, 1st, mc, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Angel Deen opened her eyes to notice herself lying on her back looking at a metal ceiling. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a unknown room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... 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 way ... silver colored alloy walls, about 20 pes square ... a single room access and no windows.

'' hullo ? '' she called out. No response. She had the feeling she was being watched.

Suddenly the door slid open and a large male form was shoved into the room by some unseen force. The door quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' backer ran over to him as her high schooling classmate collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the lower half of his football uniform. She could n't assist but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped bureau as she helped him stagger over to the mat.

The immature man looked confused. `` Max ? '' he asked. He looked down at himself. `` holy whoreson ! ``

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

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

She took a stair back. What the pit was going on here ?

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

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

'' No, holy person 's blonde. Oh son of a bitch, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his understructure and directed her to a burnished wall.

Angel looked at her cheerleading rival Cassandra 's side looking back at her from the musing control surface. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. for certain enough, Cassandra in the mirrored surface did the same, and brunette tomentum fell into her line of reasoning of sight. She took a fistful to make sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hairsbreadth !

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

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

Max knelt down beside her. `` Err ... I 'm Hun stall ... ''

'' Who ? ``

'' I ... tutored you in mathematics earlier this twelvemonth ? Our parents are friends from when they went to shoal together ... we take several classes together ... ''

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

'' Er ... Jerry ... ''

'' Whatever ... '' Angel Falls looked at her arms and realized that they were n't quite correctly. She could see Cassandra 's darker arm tomentum, and a freckle she herself did n't have on her forearm. She was in Cassandra 's body ! `` How ? ``

'' GREETINGS humankind ! ``

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

The volume dropped : `` You have been chosen for an significant experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our shape up technology to swap your crude judgment with two of your peer. '' The representative was oddly stilted.

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

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

'' You will be restored to your proper form sacks in due sentence, '' the unknown voice continued. `` first-class honours degree, the experimentation. ``

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

There was no response.

'' hi ? ! '' she called.

The voice continued, `` Using your borrowed consistency, you will execute coitus. When you have both achieved completion you will be freed. ``

Angel 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 flavour on his adopt side 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 dilute air.

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

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

'' Testing my new body out, '' he replied. `` microphone boom ! '' He flexed his sleeve, causing his biceps to bulge in a sexy, masculine fashion.

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could finger herself getting wet watching this flake strut around in her jam 's hot body like that. She tried to remember what the nerd 's real number body looked like ... skinny, limp brownness hair, poor complexion ... ? It seemed right.

She needed to perturb 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 future doorway. 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 handle or any other way she could see of opening it.

He seemed perplexed. `` No ... Weird ... maybe the aliens have creative thinker powers ? ``

The doorway had slid unfold and closed in the beginning. She tried pushing her hands savorless against the door and dragging sideways, but it would n't move.

Warm hands touched her shoulder joint and she jumped. cursorily twisting around, she whacked Not-Max 's helping hand away.

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

'' Trying to aid yourself, '' she retorted. She examined the walls 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 adjacent to her, too close.

She scooted her edge away from him a twain of invertebrate foot and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to await. ``

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Time passed. Angel could n't recite how prospicient because she did n't have her phone but it seemed like a long fourth dimension. Not-Max kept flexing and stretch, and she could n't help but watch, 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 exchangeable build and body character, which is one reason why they were such acerbic rivals. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my real body ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A minute later one of the walls turned into a split CRT screen, one half showing a weedy geek and the other showing herself !

She approached the filmdom. Their vis-a-vis were in similar suite, but separate from each other.

'' gallant ! '' the geeky-looking guy on the projection screen shouted out to the air. `` clotheshorse ! ``

'Yep, that 's Max ,'Angel Falls thought. She looked at 'herself'.

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

'Snooty beef !'thought Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was redress next to her, also watching the filmdom ... she could feel the heat from his consistency and her arm hairs stood on end from the stuffiness of him.

She was very randy, her real body was secure, and she was in control of pillock Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the aliens wanted and they were recording it, it would look like Cassandra was having sex with the geek in Max 's trunk, not her.

She turned to him. `` Do you have a prophylactic ? ``

Not-Max patted his close football pants. No pockets ... of course he didn't.

She was pretty sure 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 dead body ! She would n't sustain to manage about the consequences of unprotected sex ...

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

'' OK, let 's do it, '' she said to her swain captor as she pushed him back to the spongy mat.

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

She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his jockstrap strap down, freeing his hard dick. She was shanghai with the sizing ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 inches, and nicely thick.

She unfastened her chick and pulled her ( Cassandra 's ) soaking wet underwear down and off. Then she removed her top and bra, noting that Cassandra used the Lapp type of bra she had, and their boobs were of a similar size and shape. They really were a lot alike.

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

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

Angel was a little disappoint. A shaft of that size would induce been hard 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 pelvis into his to get some rubbing on her clit, and that helped. Soon she was bouncing up and down, getting a good rhythm, and then ...

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperienced geek in a stud 's consistency could take no more, and he started to bobble his load inside her.

There was a import of automatic scare 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 peanut flopped onto his back 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 completion'. ``

'' What does that mean ? '' saint turned back to Barry ( Dame Alice Ellen 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 shoulder and turned. He was on her early incline, 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 fours. 'He suddenly got a lot more confident for somebody who just had sex for the initiatory time ,'she thought.

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

'' Okay, then ... '' She reached back and assisted the boy to fathom her again.

This new office was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward more than to provide his dick to partake 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 receive thought the footling twerp would consume it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to fork out his secondment lode of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the rampart screen, alone in that elbow room, not realizing what was happening to her consummate little torso at that very second. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would explain why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a load of potent teenaged spermatozoon inside her, all those virile footling swimmers searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another Wave was coming ... she had taken health class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that come inside her, then that would give her the best prospect at getting her cheerleading match knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, slim Cassandra, her cheerleading turnout tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining system of weights even though she had a strict diet and regular practice. She felt her ( Cassandra 's ) knocker swinging forward and back below her as Not-Max rammed into her, huffing as he got closer to his finish. She imagined those boobs as they got bigger over the following few months, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger ...

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

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

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

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

Bob topper pulled his underwear and gasp back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't file anything until I give her the induction phrase. ``

He surveyed the sports equipment elbow room, 20 groundwork hearty, with no windows and a bingle doorway. The prone blonde form of Angel Deen was on a mickle of wrestling flatness, bent forward with her butt in the air, two loading of powerful spermatozoon soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a stack of bills.

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

Jerry looked down at the insensate holy person. `` It 's ironic that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to commend my name. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never block ! '' He paused for a instant, capturing the scene to memory, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite lofty of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry 's help and some place question once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an alien abduction scenario to present everything an artificial quality, her compaction on handsome football player Max, a bodyswap for Boche with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to hurt the early daughter and not caring about the consequences. wellspring, the consequences were hers now, and she was a real composition of workplace so he did n't feel bad about it.

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

He pulled out his speech sound and took a few pics for his compendium. Then he instructed Angel to block Jerry and him, and to only commend the alien abduction as a dream.

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

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Author 's banknote : surprisal ! It 's a Suggestible story !