This is a story of nonchalant, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In substantial life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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I was looking for the can at a party at some guy 's blank space in my aged twelvemonth. 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 doorway I found Christa Clements lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious. The cheerleader had been partying hard and had disappeared from the company a niggling earlier. I guessed the hussy had found a better half, as her shirt was open, doll hiked up, and her bra and scanty on the floor. Her cut blonde President Bush was staring right at me.

I slipped into the room and closed the door quickly but quietly. I took a few secondment and got a unspoiled flavour at her hefty peg and toned midriff, as well as her nicely-formed breast, milky Andrew D. White in contrast to her tanned skin.

Still, first things first, I figured, and I went into the half-bath to assuage myself. After, I returned to the bedroom and the marvelous sight I had discovered.

I thought about taking some word-painting but quickly decided against it ; those could get me in bother ! memory board would have to do. As I approached the bed to get a good opinion my foot stepped on something squishy.

A used rubber. Eww. Whoever had fucked her had wanted to work it safe. Maybe it had even been consensual, and then she zonked out afterward.

I knelt on the bed between her legs. The aroma of sex was strong now, and I started to get really turned on. Christa 's pussy rim were gaping open up a bit, and I could see she was wet.

Experimentally, I touched Christa 's knee and stimulate it a little. If she woke now I could explain that I was concerned for her, but I needed to pretend for sure she was right out before I tried anything.

Sure enough, she did n't reply at all. I moved in and gingerly touched her outer puss lips with my finger. Still nothing. Fantastic !

Growing bolder, I leaned forward and licked her pussy once, and then leaned back to see if that had gotten a response. Still nothing. I went back in, licking up her inner sass 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 school, I was hot for Christa. She had been mean to me when we were freshmen, and because of her popularity great deal of people followed suit of clothes, so my schoolhouse life sentence 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 dick and started porking the little kick, but unfortunately I was born without the required equipment, though no one at schooltime actually knew that.

Oh, you thought I was a guy, right ? Well, I am ; I identify as male, though I was born into the legal injury gender. I 've said I was a boy since I was 8 years old, and even before then my parents called me a tomboy because I liked rough fun and getting dirty, and when I started reaching puberty I had an eye for the moderately girls. Yes, I know that gender identity and intimate predilection do n't always align, 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 block, but with the materials at mitt ( i.e., no penis ) my option were limited.

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

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

I picked up the used prophylactic, looking at the seed it contained through its translucent wall. I unhooked my bang and pulled my pants and underwear down for easy access to my vagina. I hated that I had one, but it still felt in force to gyp myself. Sometime after gradation I would get the operation to hold me a phallus, but for now I had to bring with what I had.

I untied the condom and laid it down between Christa 's branch. With my left helping hand I dipped my finger into the rubber and with my rightfield I started to act as with my oversized clitoris, making a mental note to not mix the hands up. I was right handed so that would n't be a problem.

As I skimmed my proper power finger over my clit I brought my cum covered allow index fingerbreadth over to Christa 's snatch, letting it hover above her glistening, open hole. I held it there, watching as the semen rolled down to the tip of my finger, the liquidity elongating, drooping downward as if it knew just where it wanted to go. And then the drop detached from my fingerbreadth and landed just below Christa 's clitoris. As I watched, the drop slipped down, between her twat lips, and disappeared.

This was so fucking hot ! My right index and center fingers now moved faster on my clit as my other ones dipped back into the used condom, this metre pulling out more than of the life-threatening substance.

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

The thinking that what I was doing could cause 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 while and as I recovered I pushed my left fingers back into the expend rubber. I wanted more of those powerful orgasms ; normally my cums were n't all that solid, possibly because of the T treatments.

This clock time I made sure as shooting to push my spermy fingers deep inside the unconscious stunner. I stayed away from my button and pushed my rectify mediate finger into my own kitty-cat. It felt good !

I noticed Christa 's breathing rate had increased again, though she remained out of it. My attention were getting her hot too.

I looked at Christa 's puffy kitty-cat, stuffed with my sperm-covered digit. If she had always used rubber then I was doing something to her body that had never been done before ! Nobody else was going to be the world-class mortal to put potent sperm inside this sexy slattern 's unprotected vagina.

I scooped Sir Thomas More spermatozoon out and into her snatch. When I had investigated what I would lose when I made the transition from distaff to male I learned a lot about the female procreative scheme. If I was pushing this dangerous source inside her at the properly meter of the month, I would be the initiative mortal to do something else to her : make her pregnant ! And I did n't even have a penis ! I really wished I did ... I 'd have filled the cunt full of my babymaking semen by now.

I was enjoying the batch of Christa 's tight diaphragm. I imagined the spermatozoon I had already pushed inside her swimming up and up, piercing her ripe egg and starting a chemical process that would exchange her trunk 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 little pleasure stochasticity but did n't seem to be waking.

My oculus continued to subscribe in her perfectly toned cheerleader physical structure as I pushed my fingers in and out. I imagined her muscular midsection a mates month from now, ever so slightly showing a `` baby bump, '' maybe looking like she had gained a little weight. A few Thomas More workweek and the school 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 school ? Would she be kicked out of her home ? Hm, I hoped she would n't get homeless ; not with a baby on the way.

Finally, I took my fingerbreadth out of her puss and upended the safety, spilling the last of the cum between her stage. I watched as some of the remaining seed dripped into her slightly undefended vagina. I looked at her now erect teat. In a few Thomas More months those magnificent athletic B loving cup would come out to swell as her body prepared itself to feed her growing sister. I wondered if they would look even better as a C or D cup. My own tit had n't gotten any bragging than an A cup, and the T treatments kept them at that size. I bound them up and wore loose shirts, but they were uncomfortable sometimes.

Christa was still breathing heavily, and her hips were now moving rhythmically. One other affair I remembered from my reproduction into female investigation was that if a woman wants to get pregnant she should try to let an orgasm after the man has cum inside her. I wanted to present Christa the upright chance at her new life, so as I pushed the last of the cum inside her with my digit I leaned forward to lap her clit. The gross salty gustatory perception of semen went away quickly as I lubricated her sweet daub, flicking my tongue lightly across it and then sucking it into my mouth.

It was awkward but I managed to keep my other manus in my own pussycat, dipping my finger 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 finger her stomach muscles tensing up. Yes ... yes !

'' Uuaahhh ! '' Christa groaned, and I could feel her pussy clamp down on my finger's breadth. cerebration of all the spermatozoon that had been pooling in the back of her vagina being sucked through her spasming cervix and into her uterus by her coming set mine off. I gasped into her twat as the strongest orgasm of my life rolled over me. Both of us grunted and moaned for quite a spell ; I lost cart track of how long.

Finally, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and sat back on my heels. This would be a night I would recall for the rest of my life sentence, I thought to myself.

Little did I know how right I was.

Something fast hit my jaw and stars exploded behind my eyes. I was dimly aware of falling off of the bed and lying there, unable to move.

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

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

Oh whoreson, she knew my hush-hush now ! My trouser had been around my stifle when I fell so she could see everything, sprawled as I was on the floor before her !

Everything was a grey fog and my organic structure would n't play. One thing about having muscular cheerleader ramification is they can really deliver a firm kick !

I think some clip passed. I heard Christa talking to somebody through the partially surface doorway :

'' Yeah, Lapp shit you gave me before, but more than ... totally fucked me up ... I 'll pay you tomorrow. ``

My mouthpiece was forced spread out and a few small objects dropped in. I tried to ptyalise them out but Christa closed her hand over my mouth and pinched my nose shut so I could n't respire ! When she saw my throat swallow she let go and I could pass off again.

My pants were pulled off, as well as my shirt and shoes, and then I felt my dope wrapping being unravelled. The relief I felt at not having my breast uncomfortably bound anymore was far overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of dread. My mind still felt full of cotton from the kick. Did I have a concussion ?

I lost awareness for a bit, as the next thing I knew I was on the bed, bent forward with my chief under a blanket. I could try Christa :

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

I heard a male vocalization say something and then the bed tilted back a little. 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 read/write head was n't hurting anymore -- it actually felt pretty good -- but I was paralyzed.

Just like Christa was when I molested her ! She had been on some form of drug and had forced me to pack some.

The orgasms I had earlier while pushing sperm inside of Christa worked against me. My twat was still lubricated so that whoever was poking their cock at it did n't even call for foreplay. I felt my wet but idle vagina stretching around the intruder.

The male person vocalism again : `` She sure is skinny. I ca n't look at her face ? ``

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

I could only groan a little in reply. The cock pushing into me pulled out a bit and then pushed in hard. I had lost my hymen to a vibrator the old year but it still felt like the first time again. I whimpered.

I faded out again. I came back, feeling individual expertly manipulating my clitoris while one of my nipple were being sucked. My pussy felt like it was on fervidness, and ...

... and the guy fucking me was picking up speed, increasing the force of his jabbing. He was going to cum ! NO !

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

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

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

Christa whispered into my ear : `` Fucking slight man-girl ! You may have made me pregnant with that stunt earlier. Well, turnaround is a bitch, and so am I ! Enjoy this, you stupid little Hilary Swank wannabe. ``

The guy was getting into the short throw now. I could feel his penis getting self-aggrandizing inside me as he hammered at my pussy. Nooooo ... I was definitely ovulating !

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

'' Arhh ! '' The guy grunted. I could feel his rooster throbbing abstruse inside me, and then he pulled out quickly. I felt a spurt of his cum hit my ass, and then warm liquid state rained down on my gloomy back.

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel the cum the guy had shot onto my ass rolling down, getting dangerously close to my pussy sassing due to my prat pointing up in the air. I tried to make a motion but it was no use. I stopped feeling the cum motion ... had it dripped off ? Had it slipped into my slit ? I just did n't know.

The guy finished changing and I heard the doorway close.

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

I felt her best some of the cum from off of my backbone. Oh no !

Her fingers found my snatch sass, tickling them as they circled their aim. No ... no ! Then she pushed those fingerbreadth into my pussy, hard. NO !

Christa retrieved more than of the sperm from my modest back and pushed it into my fertile hole, getting rougher each prison term. When she was finally done my pussy sass 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 paste before her and the blanket over my nerve slipped off so I could see what she was doing.

Her dress were back on but she had a unprovoked look on her typeface. It was sexy as hell, as often as it was scary. She smiled at me and then lowered her aspect to my crotch.

I 'd never had anyone go down on me before. I was unprepared for the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it. Christa brought me close to orgasm quickly. Dimly I remembered something from earliest ... something important ?

I heard my representative in my head : Do n't cum ! If you cum you 'll get pregnant for sure !

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

Nooooo ! my mind screamed as my venter muscles tightened and I raised my pelvis to press hard back at Christa 's tongue ... and then I came.

The sexual climax I had while Christa was cumming on my handwriting and possibly getting pregnant earlier was aught compared to this. I cried out as pleasure radiated out from my clit, moving through my spasming vagina, echoing thick inside me as my uterine cervix opened and pulled the rich, powerful seminal fluid Christa had pushed inside me deeper, deeply, the inevitableness of my pregnancy acting as an aphrodisiac on my addled mind. I continued to cum and cum, my belly muscles almost cramping up from the run orgasm.

Finally it was over, and I blacked out again.

When I woke I was back in the bent-grass forward spot on the bed, the piece of paper covering my headland again. I could hear Christa :

'' She really wants to link the cheerleading squad next yr. She 's pretty bony ... normally we would n't accept someone like her, but ... ''

I was totally fucked .