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

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Boys Do n't pep up - ( 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 elder year. The main one had a batting order 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 intemperately and had disappeared from the party a little earlier. I guessed the slut had found a partner, as her shirt was open, wench hiked up, and her bra and step-in on the flooring. Her trimmed blond Bush was staring right at me.

I slipped into the room and closed the door quickly but quietly. I took a few seconds and got a expert face at her muscular legs and toned middle, as well as her nicely-formed boob, milklike White in contrast to her tanned skin.

Still, outset things first, I figured, and I went into the half-bath to salve myself. After, I returned to the bedroom and the fantastic sight 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 view my infantry stepped on something squishy.

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

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

Experimentally, I touched Christa 's knee and agitate it a niggling. If she woke now I could explicate that I was concerned for her, but I needed to create for sure she was correct out before I tried anything.

Sure enough, she did n't respond at all. I moved in and gingerly touched her outer pussy lips with my finger. Still nada. Fantastic !

Growing bolder, I leaned forward and licked her kitty once, and then leaned back to see if that had gotten a response. Still goose egg. I went back in, licking up her inner rim and making sure to pay attention to the clit. She tasted incredible, and I noticed her breathing charge per unit 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 starter, and because of her popularity lots of hoi polloi followed suit, so my school life story 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 bitch, but unfortunately I was born without the require equipment, though no one at schooltime actually knew that.

Oh, you thought I was a guy, right ? Well, I am ; I identify as male person, though I was born into the wrong gender. I 've said I was a boy since I was 8 years old, and even before then my parents called me a romp because I liked rough sportsman and getting dirty, and when I started reaching pubescence I had an eye for the middling female child. Yes, I know that sexuality identity operator and intimate preference do n't always ordinate, but in my type they do.

Anyway, back to the unconscious mind cheerleader ...

I wanted to do something to this little strumpet that she would never draw a blank, but with the textile at hand ( i.e., no penis ) my alternative were limited.

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

I suppose if I had n't been ovulating I would n't even have considered doing what I was about to do. I had been on testosterone treatments for a duet 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 belt and pulled my pant and underwear down for well-heeled memory access to my vagina. I hated that I had one, but it still felt in effect to bunco myself. Sometime after graduation I would get the operation to cave in me a member, but for now I had to mold with what I had.

I untied the condom and laid it down between Christa 's legs. With my left field hand I dipped my finger into the rubber and with my right field I started to play with my oversized clit, 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 rectify index finger over my clitoris I brought my cum covered left index finger over to Christa 's pussy, 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 liquid elongating, drooping downward as if it knew just where it wanted to go. And then the drop detached from my digit and landed just below Christa 's clitoris. As I watched, the drop slipped down, between her pussy sass, and disappeared.

This was so fucking hot ! My right power and midriff fingers now moved faster on my clitoris as my former unity dipped back into the use rubber, this time pulling out more than of the dangerous substance.

I lightly ran my cum covered fingerbreadth along Christa 's outer pussy back talk, leaving a trail of pearly egg white come as they went. Then I dipped the finger's breadth into her vagina a trivial. I noted that Christa 's insides were very warm, heater than mine usually were when I pushed my finger inside myself. Did that mean she was ovulating ?

The thought that what I was doing could make 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 finger back into the put-upon condom. I wanted more than of those sinewy sexual climax ; normally my seed were n't all that stiff, possibly because of the T treatments.

This meter I made sure to promote my spermy fingers deep inside the unconscious stunner. I stayed away from my clit and pushed my right mediate fingerbreadth into my own pussy. It felt good !

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

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

I scooped more sperm cell out and into her pussy. When I had investigated what I would mislay when I made the transition from female to male I learned a lot about the female reproductive system. If I was pushing this dangerous seed inside her at the right prison term of the month, I would be the starting time soul to do something else to her : establish her pregnant ! And I did n't even have a penis ! I really wished I did ... I 'd receive filled the bitch full of my babymaking semen by now.

I was enjoying the sight of Christa 's wet diaphragm. I imagined the spermatozoan I had already pushed inside her swimming up and up, piercing her ripe egg and starting a chemical process that would change her body forever. I was running out of cum so I started to displace my fingers in and out of her cunt. Christa was making little pleasance noises but did n't seem to be waking.

My heart continued to take in her perfectly toned cheerleader body as I pushed my digit in and out. I imagined her muscular middle a couple month from now, ever so slightly showing a `` child bump, '' maybe looking like she had gained a trivial weight. A few more workweek and the school day would be talking : 'Is she getting fat, or ... ?'A few Thomas More calendar week 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 go homeless ; not with a baby on the way.

Finally, I took my finger out of her slit and upended the safe, spilling the last of the cum between her ramification. I watched as some of the remaining ejaculate dripped into her slightly open vagina. I looked at her now erect nipples. In a few more than calendar month those magnificent acrobatic B cup would bulge out to swell as her body prepared itself to give her growing sister. I wondered if they would look 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. 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 thing I remembered from my replication into female investigating was that if a woman wants to get pregnant she should try to ingest an orgasm after the man has cum inside her. I wanted to give Christa the ripe chance at her new life story, so as I pushed the last of the cum inside her with my fingers I leaned forward to clobber her button. The earthy salty taste of semen went away quickly as I lubricated her gratifying spot, flicking my tongue lightly across it and then sucking it into my mouth.

It was awkward but I managed to keep open my early mitt in my own kitty, dipping my finger 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 muscle tensing up. Yes ... yes !

'' Uuaahhh ! '' Christa groaned, and I could feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers. thought process of all the sperm that had been pooling in the binding of her vagina being sucked through her spasming cervix and into her uterus by her orgasm set mine off. I gasped into her puss as the potent coming of my life-time rolled over me. Both of us grunted and moaned for quite a while ; I lost cartroad of how long.

Finally, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and sat back on my heels. This would be a Night I would call up 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 hotshot exploded behind my eye. I was dimly aware of falling off of the bed and lying there, unable to move.

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

'' Oh my God, you 're a lady friend ? ! ``

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

Everything was a grey-haired fog and my body would n't work. One thing about having brawny cheerleader legs is they can really give up a firm kick !

I think some meter passed. I heard Christa talking to someone through the partially open threshold :

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

My back talk was forced open and a few small objective dropped in. I tried to spew them out but Christa closed her hand over my mouth and pinched my horn in shut so I could n't suspire ! 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 shoes, and then I felt my tit wrapping being unravelled. The reliever I felt at not having my breast uncomfortably bound anymore was far overshadowed by the drown horse sense of apprehension. My nous still felt wax of cotton wool from the recoil. Did I have a concussion ?

I lost consciousness for a bit, as the future matter I knew I was on the bed, bent forward with my chief under a blanket. I could see Christa :

'' She really wants to link up the cheerleading team succeeding twelvemonth. Normally we do n't accept anyone so boney and bony, but she agreed to this to prove that she is really going to work for it, you know ? ``

I heard a manful part say something and then the bed tilted back a petty. I felt something carrier bag at my pussy.

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

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

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

The manly representative again : `` She sure is skinny. I ca n't take care at her face ? ``

Christa 's voice, now close to my header : `` No ... she does n't want her report ruined. Is n't that right on, sweetie ? ``

I could only groan a minuscule in reaction. The pecker pushing into me pulled out a bit and then pushed in severe. I had lost my hymen to a vibrator the previous year but it still felt like the first time again. I whimpered.

I faded out again. I came back, feeling someone expertly manipulating my clitoris while one of my nipples were being sucked. My snatch felt like it was on flak, and ...

... and the guy fucking me was picking up hurrying, increasing the force-out 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 mind : `` No ... go ahead and cum interior ... she said she 's safe. ``

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

Christa whispered into my ear : `` Fucking little man-girl ! You may feature made me pregnant with that stunt earlier. Well, turnabout is a gripe, and so am I ! savor this, you stupid little Hilary swank wannabee. ``

The guy was getting into the curtly virgule now. I could feel his penis getting bigger inside me as he hammered at my pussy. Nooooo ... I was definitely ovulating !

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

'' Arhh ! '' The guy grunted. I could feel his cock throb trench inside me, and then he pulled out quickly. I felt a spirt of his cum hit my ass, and then lovesome 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 piffling in her. You waited too long to assure 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 experience the cum the guy had shot onto my ass rolling down, getting dangerously close to my pussy lips due to my butt pointing up in the air. I tried to move 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 blow his load deeply inside you, you know, but I had an idea, '' she said.

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

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

Christa retrieved Sir Thomas More of the sperm from my lower back and pushed it into my fertile mess, getting rougher each time. When she was finally done my pussycat backtalk were raw and I thought they might be bleeding. She had pushed that guy 's stallion potent onus into me, as I had done to her earlier.

Then she flipped me over, my branch 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 wanton looking at on her face. It was sexy as sin, as practically as it was scarey. She smiled at me and then lowered her face to my crotch.

I 'd never had anyone go down on me before. I was unprepared for the sheer drown pleasure of it. Christa brought me close to orgasm quickly. Dimly I remembered something from in the first place ... something authoritative ?

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

My foreland was messed up from the drug, the spirits I had drank earlier, the sexy craziness of digit fucking Christa and possibly getting her pregnant, and now getting raped and having Christa rick the board on me. I was already primed and ready from all of it, and there was no way to stop what was coming.

Nooooo ! my mind screamed as my tum sinew tightened and I raised my pelvis to agitate hard back at Christa 's clapper ... and then I came.

The climax I had while Christa was cumming on my hand 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 cryptic inside me as my uterine cervix opened and pulled the rich, strong ejaculate Christa had pushed inside me deeper, deeper, the inevitableness of my pregnancy acting as an aphrodisiac on my muddle mind. I continued to cum and cum, my tummy 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-grass forward position on the bed, the sheet covering my header again. I could get word Christa :

'' She really wants to unite the cheerleading team succeeding yr. She 's somewhat bony ... normally we would n't take over someone like her, but ... ''

I was totally fucked .