This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fable. In rattling aliveness, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable child, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Angel 's Alien Abduction ( mf, Mf, 1st, mc, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Angel Deen opened her centre to find herself lying on her back looking at a metal roof. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a unusual room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few minutes 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 metallic element walls, about 20 feet lame ... a 1 room access and no windows.

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

Suddenly the doorway slid heart-to-heart and a enceinte virile form was shoved into the room by some unseen force. The room access quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' Angel ran over to him as her high school classmate collapsed to the flooring. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the humiliated half of his football uniform. She could n't help but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped breast as she helped him stagger over to the mat.

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

'' What 's wrongly ? '' angel asked, concerned.

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

She took a stride back. What the underworld 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, saint 's blonde. Oh poop, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his substructure and directed her to a shiny wall.

Angel looked at her cheerleading rival Cassandra 's boldness 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 mirrored airfoil did the Sami, and brunette hair fell into her line of sight. She took a handful to work sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hairsbreadth !

'' Oh my God ! '' Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very petite vexation compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a unusual, alien place. Her representative was n't quite right, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra 's vocalisation !

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

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

'' Who ? ``

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

Angel 's head 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 soundbox ! `` How ? ``

'' GREETINGS human race ! ``

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

The volume dropped : `` You have been chosen for an important experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our pull ahead engineering science to swap your rude psyche with two of your peers. '' The voice was oddly stilted.

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

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

'' You will be restored to your proper human body carrier bag in due time, '' the unusual voice 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 voice continued, `` Using your borrowed bodies, you will perform intercourse. When you have both achieved completion you will be freed. ``

Angel was confused. `` Perform ? I 'm not in the drama nine ! ``

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

Terry ... 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. `` roar ! '' He flexed his branch, causing his biceps to bulge in a sexy, masculine fashion.

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematical. She could finger herself getting wet watching this eccentric person strut around in her crush 's hot organic structure like that. She tried to commemorate what the wonk 's existent body looked like ... skinny, limp brown hair, poor complexion ... ? It seemed right.

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

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another room just like this one side by side 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 perplexed. `` No ... Wyrd ... maybe the aliens have mind office ? ``

The door had slid capable and closed sooner. She tried pushing her hired hand categoric against the door and dragging sideways, but it would n't move.

Warm hands touched her berm and she jumped. Quickly twisting around, she whacked Not-Max 's hands away.

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

'' Trying to help oneself 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 future to her, too close.

She scooted her edge away from him a couple of pes and crossed her weaponry. `` We 're going to wait. ``

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Time passed. saint could n't tell how yearn because she did n't have her phone but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretching, and she could n't help but watch, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed trunk, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her electric current consistency did n't feel much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a standardized build and consistence type, which is one ground why they were such sulfurous competition. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my real body ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A moment later one of the wall turned into a rent screen, one one-half showing a skinny geek and the other showing herself !

She approached the blind. Their counterparts were in similar rooms, but freestanding from each other.

'' fashion plate ! '' the geeky-looking guy on the screen shouted out to the air. `` beau ! ``

'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 cunt !'thought Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was right side by side to her, also watching the CRT screen ... she could experience the heat from his torso and her arm hairs stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very horny, her really physical structure was safe, and she was in ascendancy of poor fish Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the noncitizen 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 got a safety ? ``

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

She was pretty for certain she was ovulating right now ... she did n't require to get meaning ! Then she mentally kicked herself ... she was n't in her own eubstance ! She would n't have to like about the consequences of unprotected sex ...

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

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

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

She unfastened his pant and yanked them and his jockstrap strap down, freeing his punishing dick. She was impressed with the size ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 in, and nicely thick.

She unfastened her annulus and pulled her ( Cassandra 's ) soaking wet underclothing down and off. Then she removed her top and bra, noting that Cassandra used the Lapplander type of bra she had, and their boobs were of a standardised sizing and shape. They really were a lot alike.

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

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

saint was a little disappointed. A cock of that sizing would have been unmanageable to lodge in her own body but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slut 's cunt was probably all loose from fucking half the football team, she figured.

She ground her pelvis into his to get some friction on her clitoris, and that helped. Soon she was bouncing up and down, getting a skilful rhythm, and then ...

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperient geek in a he-man 's body could learn no more, and he started to bollocks his load inside her.

There was a consequence of reflexive panic on her office, but then she remembered that it was Cassandra 's unprotected cunt that was getting that freight of cum, not hers. `` Ha ! '' she snickered. `` Yeah, let it all out ! ``

The monkey nut flopped onto his vertebral column and was done. Angel tried to sustain 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 body ! ``

There was no response.

Not-Max spoke up. `` Um, I think they said we both had to 'reach completion'. ``

'' What does that mean ? '' saint turned back to Barry ( terrycloth ? ) but he was n't on the mat anymore, even though she could induce sworn that he was there a back ago.

She felt a tap on her shoulder joint and turned. He was on her former 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 fours. 'He suddenly got a lot more confident for someone who just had sex for the kickoff meter ,'she thought.

She tried to get up but Not-Max clambered up behind her and grabbed her pelvis. She could feel the tip of his once again hard turncock poking at her borrowed puss.

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

This new position was definitely more enjoyable. She bent forward more to allow his shaft 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 have 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 moment payload of cum. She looked over at pudden-head Cassandra on the rampart screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her hone little trunk at that very second. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would explain why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a load of potent teenaged sperm inside her, all those virile footling swimmer searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another wave was coming ... she had taken health social class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that ejaculate inside her, then that would consecrate her the dear chance at getting her cheerleading challenger knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, slim Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining system of weights even though she had a strict diet and regular workout. 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 goal. She imagined those boobs as they got prominent over the following few month, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger ...

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

Angel felt that dick expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading affectionateness. Then she came, hard. `` Ohhh ! Uaahhh ! Oh Goooodddd ... ''

Not-Max pulled out none-too-gently. backer lost consciousness.

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'' So she ca n't hear us anymore, Mr. best ? ``

Bob Best pulled his underwear and pants back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't register anything until I give her the trigger phrase. ``

He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 understructure square, with no windows and a single door. The prone light-haired form of Angel Falls Deen was on a mess of wrestling mats, bent forward with her derriere in the air, two loads of potent sperm cell soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a batch of bills.

'' pleasance doing business with you, Jerry, '' said Bob. wellspring, the byplay of pleasance, he amended to himself.

Hun looked down at the insensate Angel. `` It 's ironical that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to think of my epithet. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never block ! '' He paused for a bit, capturing the scene to memory, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Hun 's help and some head inquiry once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an alienate abduction scenario to give everything an unreal caliber, her crush on handsome football player Max, a bodyswap for Kraut with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to hurt the other missy and not caring about the event. wellspring, the consequences were hers now, and she was a real art object of employment so he did n't feel bad about it.

He had n't counted on Krauthead shooting off so quickly, but some libertine thought process had him taking over `` Max 's trunk '' in her brain for some `` sloppy seconds '' in an otherwise pie-eyed teenaged pussy.

He pulled out his headphone and took a few pics for his aggregation. Then he instructed Angel to forget Boche and him, and to only retrieve 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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Author 's bill : surprisal ! It 's a Suggestible account !