This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a safety, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all variety of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Angel 's stranger 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 roof. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a strange way she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few second ago ? pattern ? 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 metal rampart, about 20 feet square ... a single room access and no windows.

'' hello ? '' she called out. No resolution. She had the belief she was being watched.

Suddenly the door slid loose and a large male build was shoved into the way by some unseen force. The doorway quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' holy man ran over to him as her high school schoolmate collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the down in the mouth one-half of his football uniform. She could n't help but mark his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him stagger over to the mat.

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

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

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

She took a stride back. What the hell 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, holy person 's blonde. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his feet and directed her to a burnished wall.

Angel looked at her cheerleading rival Cassandra 's human face looking back at her from the contemplative surface. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored control surface did the same, and brunette hair fell into her cable of sight. She took a handful to take for certain ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hair !

'' Oh my God ! '' Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very bantam headache compared to the whale one of being kidnapped and in a strange, unknown place. Her spokesperson was n't quite veracious, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra 's spokesperson !

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

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

'' Who ? ``

'' I ... tutored you in maths earlier this year ? Our parents are friends from when they went to school together ... we take several classes together ... ''

Angel 's chief was swimming. `` Oh ... sorry, Dame Alice Ellen Terry ... I 'm ... kinda fucked up right now. ``

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

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

'' salutation HUMANS ! ``

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

The loudness dropped : `` You have been chosen for an important experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our go on technology to switch your primitive judgement with two of your equal. '' The voice was oddly stilted.

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

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

'' You will be restored to your proper flesh shift in due time, '' the strange spokesperson continued. `` First, the experiment. ``

'' No ! You let us go now ! '' holy man was on her feet by this point, shouting.

There was no response.

'' hello ? ! '' she called.

The vocalization continued, `` Using your borrowed physical structure, you will perform 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 tone on his take up face as he leered at her.

'' coition 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 body this way and that, tensing up his muscles.

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

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

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could feel herself getting wet watching this geek strut around in her crunch 's hot body like that. She tried to remember what the nerd 's material body looked like ... skinny, limp brown hair, poor skin color ... ? It seemed right.

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

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another elbow room just like this one next door. 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 mystify. `` No ... Weird ... maybe the aliens have judgment powers ? ``

The door had slid exposed and closed earlier. She tried pushing her script matte against the door 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 hands away.

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

'' Trying to help yourself, '' she retorted. She examined the rampart and came up with no theme 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 edge away from him a couple of fundament and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to await. ``

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Time passed. Angel could n't tell how recollective because she did n't have her speech sound but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretch, 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 organic structure did n't finger much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a similar chassis and body type, which is one reason why they were such bitter rival. Then she had a intellection. `` Hey, where 's my substantial body ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A moment later one of the walls turned into a split screen door, one half showing a tightfitting geek and the other showing herself !

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

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

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

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

'Snooty bitch !'thought holy man. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was correctly side by side to her, also watching the screen ... she could feel the warmth from his body and her arm hairs stood on end from the nearness of him.

She was very horny, her veridical consistency was secure, and she was in control of dolt Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the alien wanted and they were recording it, it would appear like Cassandra was having sex with the eccentric in Max 's torso, not her.

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

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

She was pretty sure she was ovulating right now ... she did n't need to get significant ! Then she mentally kicked herself ... she was n't in her own physical structure ! She would n't experience to care about the consequences of unprotected sex ...

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

'' okeh, let 's do it, '' she said to her blighter captor as she pushed him back to the spongelike mat.

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

She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his supporter strap down, freeing his hard pecker. She was impressed with the size ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 in, 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 same type of bra she had, and their dope were of a alike size of it and pattern. They really were a lot alike.

Not-Max 's centre were bugging out at the visual modality of the sexy naked cheerleader. She climbed onto his lap and grabbed his pecker, 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.

holy man was a little discomfited. A cock of that sizing would have been difficult to conciliate in her own dead body but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slovenly woman 's pussy was probably all loose from fucking half the football team, she figured.

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

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperienced flake in a stud 's dead body could take no more, and he started to botch up his loading inside her.

There was a moment of reflexive panic on her piece, 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 peanut flopped onto his back and was done. Angel tried to keep the rhythm method 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 intend ? '' saint 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 secondly ago.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. He was on her other slope, 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 quaternary. 'He suddenly got a lot more positive for individual who just had sex for the firstly clock time ,'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 prick thrust at her borrowed puss.

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

This new situation was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward More to grant his putz to match parts of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her hips tighter and started to British pound her hard.

'' Goddamn ! '' she cried out. She would never ingest thought the footling twerp would have it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to deliver his second cargo of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the wall cover, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her everlasting footling body at that very moment. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would excuse why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a load of potent teenaged sperm inside her, all those virile short swimmers searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another undulation was coming ... she had taken health class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seed inside her, then that would give her the considerably chance at getting her cheerleading rival knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, slight Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her brush up belly, not understanding why she was gaining weight even though she had a strict diet and unconstipated 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 finish. She imagined those booby as they got bigger over the side by side few month, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger ...

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

Angel felt that gumshoe 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 underwear and trouser back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't file anything until I give her the trigger phrase. ``

He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 feet square, with no windows and a single room access. The prone blonde form of Angel Deen was on a lot of wrestling mats, twist forward with her buttocks in the air, two lading of strong spermatozoon soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a stack of bills.

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

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

Bob was quite gallant of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry 's assist and some show doubtfulness once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an extraterrestrial being abduction scenario to hand everything an unreal quality, her infatuation on handsome football player Max, a bodyswap for Hun with him, and her with her fierce competitor, all culminating into her desire to wound the other girl and not caring about the outcome. Well, the consequences were hers now, and she was a literal part of work so he did n't finger bad about it.

He had n't counted on Kraut shooting off so quickly, but some fast intellection had him taking over `` Max 's body '' in her mind for some `` sloppy mo '' in an otherwise tight teenaged pussy.

He pulled out his phone and took a few pics for his accumulation. Then he instructed holy person to forget Jerry and him, and to only remember the unknown 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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Author 's note : surprisal ! It 's a Suggestible floor !