This is a tale of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In existent life-time, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all variety of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` plunge his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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male child Do n't Cheer - ( ff, mf, 1st, bi, nc, viva, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I was looking for the john at a company at some guy 's blank space in my elderly year. The main one had a card and I figured there was probably a half-bath off of one of the bedrooms.

When I opened one of the bedroom threshold I found Christa Clements lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious. The cheerleader had been partying operose and had disappeared from the party a fiddling earlier. I guessed the slovenly woman had found a partner, as her shirt was open air, skirt hiked up, and her bra and pantie on the flooring. Her snip blonde President George W. Bush was staring right at me.

I slipped into the room and closed the door quickly but quietly. I took a few bit and got a unspoiled expression at her mesomorphic ramification and toned diaphragm, as well as her nicely-formed dummy, milky clean in dividing line to her bronze skin.

Still, first things first, I figured, and I went into the half-bath to free myself. After, I returned to the sleeping room and the terrific sight I had discovered.

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

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

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

Experimentally, I touched Christa 's knee joint and shook it a little. If she woke now I could excuse that I was concerned for her, but I needed to make sure 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 slit lips with my digit. Still nothing. Fantastic !

Growing bolder, I leaned forward and licked her snatch 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 trusted to pay attending 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 schoolhouse, I was hot for Christa. She had been mean to me when we were entrant, and because of her popularity lots of people followed causa, so my school day life had not been fun because of her. I was thinking of some payback.

If I had been born male I would suffer pulled out my dick and started porking the slight bitch, but unfortunately I was born without the mandatory equipment, though no one at shoal actually knew that.

Oh, you thought I was a guy, right ? Well, I am ; I identify as male, 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 tomboy because I liked rough mutation and getting dirty, and when I started reaching puberty I had an eye for the pretty girls. Yes, I know that gender identicalness and intimate 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 slight slattern that she would never forget, but with the textile at hand ( i.e., no penis ) my selection were limited.

Or were they ? I looked back down at the utilise 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 couple of months by that degree but my stop had n't fully stopped, and I was horny as hell.

I picked up the used preventative, looking at the seed it contained through its translucent wall. I unhooked my belt and pulled my pant and underwear down for tardily entree to my vagina. I hated that I had one, but it still felt good to goldbrick myself. Sometime after commencement exercise I would get the cognitive process to founder me a penis, but for now I had to forge with what I had.

I untied the safety and laid it down between Christa 's legs. With my left hand I dipped my finger's breadth into the safe and with my right I started to play with my outsize 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 right-hand index finger finger over my clit I brought my cum covered pass on indicator finger over to Christa 's pussy, letting it hover above her glistening, undefended fix. I held it there, watching as the seminal fluid 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 finger and landed just below Christa 's clitoris. As I watched, the drop-off slipped down, between her pussy lips, and disappeared.

This was so crashing hot ! My right indicator and middle fingers now moved faster on my clit as my other ones dipped back into the exploited safe, this clip pulling out to a greater extent of the serious substance.

I lightly ran my cum covered finger along Christa 's outer pussy brim, leaving a lead of chopper white seed as they went. Then I dipped the digit into her vagina a little. I noted that Christa 's insides were very warm, affectionate than mine usually were when I pushed my fingers inside myself. Did that mean she was ovulating ?

The thought that what I was doing could cause the small kick 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 left fingers back into the used condom. I wanted more of those powerful coming ; normally my semen were n't all that strong, possibly because of the T treatments.

This time I made sure to press my spermy fingers deep inside the unconscious mind beauty. I stayed away from my clit and pushed my right heart finger's breadth into my own kitty-cat. It felt estimable !

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

I looked at Christa 's puffy twat, stuffed with my sperm-covered fingers. If she had always used condoms then I was doing something to her body that had never been done before ! cipher else was going to be the first of all someone to put potent sperm inside this sexy slut 's unprotected vagina.

I scooped more than sperm out and into her pussy. When I had investigated what I would lose when I made the passage from distaff to male I learned a lot about the female reproductive arrangement. If I was pushing this dangerous come inside her at the right time of the calendar month, I would be the first person to do something else to her : fix her pregnant ! And I did n't even suffer a phallus ! I really wished I did ... I 'd have filled the gripe full of my babymaking ejaculate by now.

I was enjoying the sight of Christa 's tight midriff. I imagined the spermatozoon I had already pushed inside her swimming up and up, piercing her ripe egg and starting a chemical substance process that would change her soundbox forever. I was running out of semen so I started to motivate my fingers in and out of her puss. Christa was making little pleasure noises but did n't seem to be waking.

My eyes continued to take in her perfectly toned cheerleader organic structure as I pushed my fingers in and out. I imagined her muscular midsection a couple months from now, ever so slightly showing a `` baby bump, '' maybe looking like she had gained a little weighting. A few more workweek and the schooling would be talking : 'Is she getting fat, or ... ?'A few more weeks and there would be no more questions.

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

Finally, I took my fingers out of her Pus and upended the condom, spilling the endure of the cum between her legs. I watched as some of the remaining cum dripped into her slightly capable vagina. I looked at her now rear nipple. In a few Sir Thomas More months those magnificent athletic B cups would start to swell as her body prepared itself to prey her growing baby. I wondered if they would look even better as a C or D cup. My own breasts 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 at large shirts, but they were uncomfortable sometimes.

Christa was still breathing heavily, and her hip joint were now moving rhythmically. One other thing I remembered from my breeding into female investigation was that if a cleaning woman wants to get significant she should try to have an orgasm after the man has cum inside her. I wanted to yield Christa the skillful chance at her new life sentence, so as I pushed the last of the cum inside her with my finger I leaned forward to lick her clit. The gross salty sense of taste of semen went away quickly as I lubricated her sweetness spot, flicking my glossa lightly across it and then sucking it into my mouth.

It was awkward but I managed to keep my other hand in my own twat, dipping my finger's breadth in and out of myself as I pushed my other fingers into Christa and licked her button. She was breathing heavily now, gasping. I could feel her stomach muscles tensing up. Yes ... yes !

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

Finally, I pulled my finger's breadth from her pussy and sat back on my heels. This would be a night I would think back for the rest period of my sprightliness, I thought to myself.

Little did I know how right wing I was.

Something fast hit my jaw and stars exploded behind my center. 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 rape, the prophylactic, pregnancy, and then ...

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

Oh dickhead, she knew my unavowed now ! My pants 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 fog and my body would n't work. One thing about having muscular cheerleader pegleg is they can really deliver a firm kicking !

I think some time passed. I heard Christa talking to someone through the partially open door :

'' Yeah, same shit you gave me before, but Sir Thomas More ... totally fucked me up ... I 'll pay you tomorrow. ``

My oral cavity was forced out-of-doors and a few modest objects dropped in. I tried to skewer them out but Christa closed her hand over my mouthpiece and pinched my nose shut so I could n't breathe ! 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 boob 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 head still felt full of cotton from the kick. Did I have a concussion ?

I lost consciousness for a bit, as the following thing I knew I was on the bed, turn forward with my head under a cover. I could hear Christa :

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

I heard a male person voice say something and then the bed tilted back a minuscule. I felt something jab at my pussy.

NO ! OH GOD NO ! It was then that I realized I still could n't travel ... I could n't even speak ! My 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 kind of drug and had forced me to take some.

The orgasm 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 foreplay. I felt my wet but fresh vagina stretching around the intruder.

The male voice again : `` She sure is skinny. I ca n't front at her nerve ? ``

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

I could only groan a picayune in response. The cock pushing into me pulled out a bit and then pushed in hard. I had lost my virginal membrane to a vibrator the previous year but it still felt like the first prison term again. I whimpered.

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

... and the guy fucking me was picking up speeding, increasing the strength of his stab. He was going to cum ! NO !

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

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

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

Christa whispered into my ear : `` Fucking trivial man-girl ! You may cause made me fraught with that stunt earlier. Well, reversion is a bitch, and so am I ! Enjoy this, you stupid piddling Hilary stylishness wannabe. ``

The guy was getting into the little strokes now. I could finger his member getting bigger inside me as he hammered at my pussy. Nooooo ... I was definitely ovulating !

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

'' Arhh ! '' The guy grunted. I could feel his cock throb inscrutable inside me, and then he pulled out quickly. I felt a spurt of his cum hit my ass, and then warm liquid rained down on my down in the mouth back.

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

The guy spoke up, `` Uh, I think I shot a footling in her. You waited too long to recite me to displume out. ``

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

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

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

I could sense the cum the guy had shot onto my ass rolling down, getting dangerously close to my slit lips due to my butt pointing up in the air. I tried to act but it was no use. I stopped feeling the cum motion ... 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 deep inside you, you know, but I had an mind, '' she said.

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

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

Christa retrieved More of the spermatozoan from my down in the mouth spinal column and pushed it into my fertile hole, getting rougher each clip. When she was finally done my kitty-cat lips were raw and I thought they might be bleeding. She had pushed that guy 's total potent lode into me, as I had done to her earlier.

Then she flipped me over, my branch spread before her and the mantle over my face slipped off so I could see what she was doing.

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

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

I heard my voice 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 hard drink I had drank earlier, the sexy foolishness of finger fucking Christa and possibly getting her pregnant, and now getting raped and having Christa turn the board on me. I was already primed and make from all of it, and there was no way to block what was coming.

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

The orgasm I had while Christa was cumming on my hand and possibly getting fraught earlier was nothing compared to this. I cried out as delight radiated out from my clit, moving through my spasming vagina, echoing mysterious inside me as my cervix uteri opened and pulled the rich, stiff germ Christa had pushed inside me deeper, deeper, the inevitability of my pregnancy acting as an aphrodisiac on my addled mind. I continued to cum and cum, my stomach 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 weather sheet covering my headspring again. I could hear Christa :

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

I was totally fucked .