This is a story of perfunctory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real biography, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` duck his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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Angel Falls 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 strange room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few minute of arc ago ? Practice ? She could n't remember.

She stood up from the odd Ag spongy mat she had been lying on and surveyed the way ... silver colored metal rampart, about 20 feet square ... a single doorway and no windows.

'' Hello ? '' she called out. No resolution. She had the touch sensation she was being watched.

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

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' holy person ran over to him as her high school schooltime schoolfellow collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the lower half of his football game uniform. She could n't help oneself but comment his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him stagger over to the mat.

The young man looked put off. `` Max ? '' he asked. He looked down at himself. `` sanctum dump ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, angel 's blonde. Oh crap, 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 equal Cassandra 's face looking back at her from the reflective open. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirror airfoil did the same, and brunet hair fell into her line of good deal. She took a fistful to crap sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hair !

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

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

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

'' Who ? ``

'' I ... tutored you in math earlier this yr ? Our parents are friends from when they went to school together ... we take several grade together ... ''

Angel 's pass 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 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 body ! `` How ? ``

'' salutation HUMANS ! ``

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

The loudness dropped : `` You have been chosen for an significant experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our make headway applied science to swap your crude nous with two of your peers. '' The voice 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 proper frame sacks in due time, '' the strange spokesperson continued. `` get-go, the experiment. ``

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

There was no response.

'' hi ? ! '' she called.

The representative continued, `` Using your borrowed bodies, you will perform coitus. When you have both achieved culmination you will be freed. ``

holy person was confused. `` Perform ? I 'm not in the drama night club ! ``

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

'' sexual congress 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.

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

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

'' Testing my new consistency out, '' he replied. `` Boom ! '' He flexed his arms, causing his biceps to start in a sexy, masculine fashion.

holy person had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could finger herself getting wet watching this flake strut around in her crush 's hot body like that. She tried to retrieve what the swot 's tangible body looked like ... skinny, limp brownish tomentum, poor complexion ... ? It seemed right.

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

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another elbow 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 threshold now. It had no handle or any former way she could see of opening it.

He seemed perplexed. `` No ... Wyrd ... maybe the extraterrestrial being have mind force ? ``

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

Warm hands touched her shoulders and she jumped. Quickly twisting around, she whacked Not-Max 's work force 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 next to her, too close.

She scooted her abut away from him a couple of groundwork and crossed her branch. `` We 're going to waitress. ``

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Time passed. backer could n't enjoin how long because she did n't take her earpiece but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretching, and she could n't help oneself but watch, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed eubstance, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her flow body did n't feel much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a exchangeable frame and consistency type, which is one reason why they were such bitter rival. Then she had a persuasion. `` Hey, where 's my real organic structure ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A moment later one of the walls turned into a split concealment, one half showing a tightly fitting eccentric person and the former showing herself !

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

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

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

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

'Snooty gripe !'persuasion Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was veracious next to her, also watching the screen ... she could feel the heating system from his body and her arm hairs stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very horny, her really physical structure was dependable, and she was in control of stupid 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 eccentric person in Max 's body, not her.

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

Not-Max patted his tight football game trouser. 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 body ! She would n't bear to care about the aftermath of unprotected sex ...

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

'' O.K., let 's do it, '' she said to her confrere capturer as she pushed him back to the spongy mat.

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

She unfastened his pant and yanked them and his jock strap down, freeing his hard dick. She was impressed with the sizing ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 inch, and nicely thick.

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

Not-Max 's eyes were bugging out at the sight of the sexy raw 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 gratifying sensation.

Angel was a footling disappointed. A rooster of that size of it would have been difficult to accommodate in her own consistence but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slattern 's pussy was probably all loose from fucking half the football game team, she figured.

She ground her pelvis into his to get some friction on her clit, and that helped. Soon she was bouncing up and down, getting a good rhythm method of birth control, and then ...

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

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

The goober flopped onto his back and was done. backer tried to keep the round going but Not-Max pushed her off. 'Typical man ,'she thought.

'' Well ? '' she called out to the way. `` 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 closing'. ``

'' 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 shoulder joint and turned. He was on her early 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 tetrad. 'He suddenly got a lot more confident for someone who just had sex for the offset time ,'she thought.

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

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

This new emplacement was definitely more enjoyable. She bent forward more to let his dick to touch 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 feature thought the little twit would have it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to deliver his minute encumbrance of cum. She looked over at pudden-head Cassandra on the wall screen, alone in that elbow room, not realizing what was happening to her stark slight trunk at that very import. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would excuse why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a shipment of potent teenaged spermatozoan inside her, all those virile small swimmers searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another undulation was coming ... she had taken health division, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that cum inside her, then that would give her the best fortune at getting her cheerleading match knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, slim Cassandra, her cheerleading rig tight against her labialise belly, not understanding why she was gaining weight even though she had a nonindulgent diet and regular 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 conclusion. She imagined those dummy as they got bigger over the succeeding few months, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger ...

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

saint felt that shaft expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading warmth. 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 pants back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't register anything until I give her the trigger phrase. ``

He surveyed the sports equipment elbow room, 20 feet public square, with no windows and a single doorway. The prone blonde phase of Angel Deen was on a stack of wrestling matt, crouch forward with her bum in the air, two loads of virile sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Boche handed the man a tidy sum of bills.

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

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

Bob was quite lofty of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry 's help and some pointed questions once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an alien abduction scenario to pass on everything an unreal quality, her crush on handsome football thespian Max, a bodyswap for Boche with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to spite the former girlfriend and not caring about the event. well, the consequences were hers now, and she was a real piece of oeuvre so he did n't palpate bad about it.

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

He pulled out his phone and took a few pics for his collection. Then he instructed Angel to leave Jerry and him, and to only think back the alien abduction as a dream.

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

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source 's note : surprisal ! It 's a Suggestible tarradiddle !