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

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angel 's outlander 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 metallic element 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 mo 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 metal rampart, about 20 feet straight ... a single doorway and no windows.

'' how-do-you-do ? '' she called out. No answer. She had the feeling she was being watched.

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

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' Angel ran over to him as her in high spirits school schoolfellow collapsed to the trading floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the grim one-half of his football uniform. She could n't help oneself but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him stagger over to the mat.

The offspring man looked confused. `` Max ? '' he asked. He looked down at himself. `` Holy bullshit ! ``

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

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

She took a step 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, Angel 's blond. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his feet and directed her to a lustrous wall.

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

She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored aerofoil did the Same, and brunette hair fell into her line of flock. She took a handful to build sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hair !

'' Oh my God ! '' Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very lilliputian worry compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a strange, unknown quantity place. Her voice was n't quite right, 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 snake pit was happening here ?

Max knelt down beside her. `` Err ... I 'm Boche kiosk ... ''

'' Who ? ``

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

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

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

'' Whatever ... '' Angel looked at her weapon 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 body ! `` How ? ``

'' GREETINGS human ! ``

holy person screeched at the sudden auditory usurpation, which seemed to be coming from all around them.

The volume dropped : `` You have been chosen for an important experimentation. We are not of your world, and have used our promote technology to trade your primitive minds with two of your compeer. '' The spokesperson was oddly stilted.

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

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

'' You will be restored to your proper flesh release in due fourth dimension, '' the strange voice continued. `` first gear, the experiment. ``

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

There was no response.

'' hello ? ! '' she called.

The voice continued, `` Using your borrowed dead body, you will do coition. When you have both achieved completion 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 looking at on his borrowed cheek 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.

'' howdy ? '' she once again called out to melt off air.

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

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

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

holy man had always found Max sexy, so this was tough. She could feel herself getting wet watching this eccentric strut around in her crush 's hot organic structure like that. She tried to call back what the nerd 's existent trunk looked like ... skinny, limp brown hair, poor skin color ... ? It seemed right.

She needed to disorder 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 following door. 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 handle or any other way she could see of opening it.

He seemed perplexed. `` No ... weird ... maybe the extraterrestrial have mind powerfulness ? ``

The doorway had slid undetermined and closed originally. She tried pushing her hands savorless against the doorway 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 hired man away.

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

'' Trying to serve 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 butt away from him a couple of feet and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to wait. ``

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fourth dimension passed. holy man could n't tell how farseeing because she did n't hold her phone but it seemed like a long clip. Not-Max kept flexing and stretch, and she could n't help but watch, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed eubstance, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her stream body did n't feel much unlike from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a like habitus and body type, which is one understanding why they were such bitter competition. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my literal torso ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A consequence later one of the walls turned into a schism covert, one one-half showing a skinny eccentric person and the other showing herself !

She approached the screen door. Their twin were in interchangeable rooms, but secernate from each other.

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

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

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

'Snooty squawk !'recollect Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was right side by side to her, also watching the silver screen ... she could sense the heat energy from his body and her arm hairs stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very turned on, her real body was safe, and she was in control of stupid Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the extraterrestrial wanted and they were recording it, it would await like Cassandra was having sex with the geek in Max 's body, not her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his suspensor strap down, freeing his hard peter. She was impressed with the size of it ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 inches, and nicely thick.

She unfastened her wench 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 knocker were of a similar size and embodiment. They really were a lot alike.

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

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

Angel was a little thwarted. A dick of that sizing would experience been difficult to adapt in her own dead body but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slut 's twat was probably all loose from fucking half the football game 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 just round, and then ...

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperienced geek in a stud 's trunk could lead no more, and he started to tout his lode inside her.

There was a moment of reflexive panic on her function, 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 goober flopped onto his book binding and was done. angel tried to hold back the 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 mop up'. ``

'' What does that intend ? '' 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 berm and turned. He was on her other incline, though still kneeling on the mat. How had he gravel 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 surefooted for someone who just had sex for the first fourth dimension ,'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 hammer poking at her borrowed puss.

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

This new stance was definitely more gratifying. She bent forward Sir Thomas More to allow his dick to touch contribution of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her rosehip tighter and started to pound her hard.

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

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to deliver his second load of cum. She looked over at pillock Cassandra on the wall screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her utter small 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 trivial natator 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 semen inside her, then that would gift her the best chance at getting her cheerleading competitor knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, svelte Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining weight even though she had a stern diet and steady 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 boobs as they got bigger over the next few months, filling up with Milk River for her unexpected passenger ...

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

Angel felt that dick expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading heat. 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 get word us anymore, Mr. Best ? ``

Bob C. H. Best pulled his underwear and pants back up. `` No, Krauthead, she wo n't show anything until I give her the gun trigger musical phrase. ``

He surveyed the play equipment room, 20 fundament square, with no windowpane and a one door. The prone blonde form of Angel Deen was on a deal of wrestling Master of Arts in Teaching, twist forward with her posterior in the air, two freight of potent sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Kraut handed the man a mass 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 Angel Falls. `` It 's ironic that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to think back my name. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never draw a blank ! '' He paused for a second, capturing the scene to memory, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Boche 's service and some pointed questions once they had managed to hypnotize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an alien abduction scenario to gift everything an unreal quality, her crush on handsome football thespian Max, a bodyswap for Jerry with him, and her with her fierce competition, all culminating into her desire to hurt the other girl and not caring about the consequences. Well, the consequences were hers now, and she was a real opus of piece of work so he did n't feel bad about it.

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

He pulled out his speech sound and took a few pics for his assembling. Then he instructed Angel to draw a blank Hun and him, and to only remember the alien abduction as a dream.

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

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