This is a fib of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real aliveness, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all variety of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` duck his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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I was looking for the bathroom at a party at some guy 's place in my senior year. 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 doors I found Christa Clements lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious. The cheerleader had been partying severe and had disappeared from the party a short earlier. I guessed the slut had found a spouse, as her shirt was open, skirt hiked up, and her bra and panties on the floor. Her trimmed blond Dubya was staring right at me.

I slipped into the room and closed the door quickly but quietly. I took a few irregular and got a effective look at her muscular stage and toned midriff, as well as her nicely-formed boobs, whitish whiten in contrast to her tanned skin.

Still, low gear things first, I figured, and I went into the half-bath to remedy myself. After, I returned to the bedroom and the rattling pile I had discovered.

I thought about taking some pictures but quickly decided against it ; those could get me in trouble ! Memories would have to do. As I approached the bed to get a better thought my foot stepped on something squishy.

A victimised condom. Eww. Whoever had fucked her had wanted to work it prophylactic. Maybe it had even been consensual, and then she zonked out afterward.

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

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

Sure enough, she did n't respond at all. I moved in and gingerly touched her outer kitty back talk with my finger's breadth. 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 lips and making for sure to pay attention to the button. She tasted incredible, and I noticed her breathing rate increased after a bit of that.

Like every guy at my school day, I was hot for Christa. She had been mean to me when we were fledgling, and because of her popularity slew of people followed suit, so my school life had not been fun because of her. I was thinking of some payback.

If I had been born Male I would feature pulled out my tool and started porking the little bitch, but unfortunately I was born without the ask equipment, though no one at school actually knew that.

Oh, you thought I was a guy, right ? Well, I am ; I identify as Male, though I was born into the haywire gender. I 've said I was a boy since I was 8 long time old, and even before then my parents called me a tomboy because I liked jumpy play and getting dirty, and when I started reaching puberty I had an eye for the pretty girls. Yes, I know that gender identity and sexual preference 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 bury, but with the materials at manus ( i.e., no phallus ) my options were limited.

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

I suppose if I had n't been ovulating I would n't even cause considered doing what I was about to do. I had been on testosterone treatments for a couple 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 cum it contained through its translucent wall. I unhooked my swath and pulled my gasp and underclothing down for slow access to my vagina. I hated that I had one, but it still felt effective to victimize myself. Sometime after commencement exercise I would get the operation to give me a penis, but for now I had to act with what I had.

I untied the prophylactic and laid it down between Christa 's leg. With my left helping hand I dipped my fingerbreadth into the rubber and with my right I started to fiddle with my oversized clitoris, making a mental note to not mix the manus up. I was right handed so that would n't be a problem.

As I skimmed my right index digit over my clitoris I brought my cum covered impart index finger over to Christa 's pussy, letting it hover above her glistening, open hole. I held it there, watching as the seed rolled down to the tip of my finger's breadth, the liquid elongating, drooping downward as if it knew just where it wanted to go. And then the drop detached from my finger and landed just below Christa 's clitoris. As I watched, the pearl slipped down, between her puss lips, and disappeared.

This was so screw hot ! My right field index and middle fingers now moved faster on my clit as my other ones dipped back into the ill-used rubber, this time pulling out Sir Thomas More of the grave substance.

I lightly ran my cum covered fingers along Christa 's outer kitty lips, leaving a track of pearly bloodless ejaculate as they went. Then I dipped the finger's breadth into her vagina a little. I noted that Christa 's insides were very warm up, warmer than mine usually were when I pushed my fingerbreadth inside myself. Did that mean she was ovulating ?

The thought that what I was doing could have the piddling 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 spell and as I recovered I pushed my leave fingers back into the habituate condom. I wanted Sir Thomas More of those potent orgasms ; normally my seminal fluid were n't all that strong, possibly because of the T treatments.

This time I made surely to push my spermy finger's breadth inscrutable inside the unconscious mind knockout. I stayed away from my clitoris and pushed my right hand middle finger's breadth into my own snatch. It felt good !

I noticed Christa 's respiration charge per unit had increased again, though she remained out of it. My tending were getting her hot too.

I looked at Christa 's puffy pussycat, stuffed with my sperm-covered fingers. If she had always used safety then I was doing something to her torso that had never been done before ! Nobody else was going to be the first off person to put stiff spermatozoan inside this aphrodisiac slut 's unprotected vagina.

I scooped more sperm out and into her pussy. When I had investigated what I would lose when I made the transition from female to male I learned a lot about the female person procreative organization. If I was pushing this dangerous germ inside her at the decent time of the month, I would be the first base person to do something else to her : ca-ca her pregnant ! And I did n't even bear a member ! I really wished I did ... I 'd have filled the bitch full of my babymaking germ by now.

I was enjoying the sight of Christa 's closely midriff. I imagined the sperm cell I had already pushed inside her swimming up and up, piercing her ripe egg and starting a chemical process that would switch her torso forever. I was running out of cum so I started to move my fingerbreadth in and out of her pussy. Christa was making picayune delight noises but did n't appear to be waking.

My eyes continued to accept in her perfectly toned cheerleader body as I pushed my finger's breadth in and out. I imagined her muscular midsection a twosome months from now, ever so slightly showing a `` baby bump, '' maybe looking like she had gained a piddling weight. A few Thomas More hebdomad and the shoal would be talking : 'Is she getting fat, or ... ?'A few to a greater extent calendar week and there would be no more questions.

Would she have to leave alone the school ? Would she be kicked out of her home ? Hm, I hoped she would n't become homeless ; not with a infant on the way.

Finally, I took my fingers out of her puss and upended the rubber, spilling the last of the cum between her legs. I watched as some of the remaining seed dripped into her slightly open vagina. I looked at her now erect nipples. In a few more month those magnificent athletic B cup would take up to swell as her torso prepared itself to fee her growing baby. I wondered if they would calculate even better as a C or D cup. My own titty had n't gotten any bigger than an A cup, and the T treatments kept them at that size of it. I bound them up and wore free shirts, but they were uncomfortable sometimes.

Christa was still breathing heavily, and her hips were now moving rhythmically. One other thing I remembered from my reproduction into female investigation was that if a adult female wants to get pregnant she should try to have an sexual climax after the man has cum inside her. I wanted to give Christa the unspoiled chance at her new life, so as I pushed the last of the cum inside her with my finger's breadth I leaned forward to figure out her clit. The gross salty perceptiveness of come went away quickly as I lubricated her honeyed spot, flicking my tongue lightly across it and then sucking it into my mouth.

It was awkward but I managed to observe my other hired hand in my own snatch, dipping my fingers in and out of myself as I pushed my other fingers into Christa and licked her push. She was breathing heavily now, gasping. I could feel her stomach muscular tissue tensing up. Yes ... yes !

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

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

Little did I know how right I was.

Something fast hit my jaw and stars exploded behind my centre. I was dimly cognisant of falling off of the bed and prevarication there, ineffectual to move.

I could hear Christa, who had obviously woken up, yelling at me. Something about Brassica napus, the condom, pregnancy, and then ...

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

Oh shit, she knew my secret now ! My trouser had been around my knee when I fell so she could see everything, sprawled as I was on the floor before her !

Everything was a grey fog and my dead body would n't operate. One thing about having muscular cheerleader legs is they can really birth a business firm kick !

I think some time passed. I heard Christa talking to mortal through the partially subject threshold :

'' Yeah, same shit you gave me before, but to a greater extent ... totally fucked me up ... I 'll pay you tomorrow. ``

My mouth was forced outdoors and a few small physical object dropped in. I tried to spit them out but Christa closed her hand over my mouth and pinched my wind shut so I could n't take a breather ! When she saw my throat swallow she let go and I could breathe again.

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

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

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

I heard a male phonation say something and then the bed tilted back a little. I felt something scoke at my pussy.

NO ! OH GOD NO ! It was then that I realized I still could n't locomote ... I could n't even speak ! My capitulum was n't hurting anymore -- it actually felt pretty honest -- but I was paralyzed.

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

The coming I had earlier while pushing sperm inside of Christa worked against me. My pussy was still lubricated so that whoever was poking their cock at it did n't even need stimulation. I felt my wet but unused vagina stretching around the intruder.

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

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

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

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

... and the guy fucking me was picking up stop number, increasing the force play of his thrusts. He was going to cum ! NO !

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

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

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

Christa whispered into my ear : `` Fucking trivial man-girl ! You may have got made me fraught with that stunt earlier. well, turnabout is a bitch, and so am I ! relish this, you stupid minuscule Hilary Swank wannabe. ``

The guy was getting into the short stroking now. I could feel his phallus getting larger inside me as he hammered at my slit. Nooooo ... I was definitely ovulating !

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

'' Arhh ! '' The guy grunted. I could feel his cock throb abstruse inside me, and then he pulled out quickly. I felt a spurt of his cum hit my ass, and then fond liquid rained down on my lower 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 farseeing to assure me to tear out. ``

Oh shit ! That was the shiver star at the end. Noooo ...

Christa replied, `` Oh, I 'm for certain she 'll be okay. Shoo now. ``

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

I could finger the cum the guy had shot onto my ass rolling down, getting dangerously close to my purulent brim due to my derriere pointing up in the air. I tried to run but it was no use. I stopped feeling the cum move ... had it dripped off ? Had it slipped into my pussy ? I just did n't know.

The guy finished changing and I heard the door close.

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

I felt her scoop some of the cum from off of my dorsum. Oh no !

Her fingerbreadth found my pussy lips, tickling them as they circled their object. No ... no ! Then she pushed those finger into my pussy, hard. NO !

Christa retrieved Sir Thomas More of the sperm cell from my humbled rear and pushed it into my productive yap, getting rougher each time. When she was finally done my pussycat 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 spread before her and the blanket over my face slipped off so I could see what she was doing.

Her apparel were back on but she had a loose look on her face. It was sexy as hell, as much as it was scary. She smiled at me and then lowered her brass to my crotch.

I 'd never had anyone go down on me before. I was unprepared for the sheer sweep over pleasure of it. Christa brought me shut down to orgasm quickly. Dimly I remembered something from earlier ... something of import ?

I heard my voice in my head : Do n't cum ! If you cum you 'll get fraught for certainly !

My head teacher was messed up from the drug, the John Barleycorn I had drank earlier, the sexy craziness of finger's breadth fucking Christa and possibly getting her pregnant, and now getting raped and having Christa plough the tabular array on me. I was already primed and ready from all of it, and there was no way to kibosh what was coming.

Nooooo ! my judgment screamed as my stomach heftiness tightened and I raised my pelvis to push hard back at Christa 's clapper ... and then I came.

The orgasm I had while Christa was cumming on my deal and possibly getting fraught earlier was nothing compared to this. I cried out as pleasure radiated out from my clit, moving through my spasming vagina, echoing deep inside me as my cervix opened and pulled the productive, potent seed Christa had pushed inside me deep, deeper, the inevitability of my pregnancy acting as an aphrodisiac on my addled judgment. I continued to cum and cum, my venter muscles almost cramping up from the extended orgasm.

Finally it was over, and I blacked out again.

When I woke I was back in the bent forward stead on the bed, the sheet covering my forefront again. I could hear Christa :

'' She really wants to link the cheerleading team next year. She 's pretty bony ... normally we would n't go for soul like her, but ... ''

I was totally fucked .