This is a chronicle of casual, unprotected sex, and is a employment of fabrication. In genuine biography, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted infant, HIV and all variety of less intimate 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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backer Deen opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back looking at a metal ceiling. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a strange way she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few minutes ago ? recitation ? 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 alloy walls, about 20 feet square ... a single door and no windows.

'' hi ? '' she called out. No result. She had the look she was being watched.

Suddenly the threshold slid undetermined and a large male build was shoved into the room by some unobserved force. The door quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' Angel ran over to him as her high gear school class fellow collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the lower half of his football uniform. She could n't help but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him swag over to the mat.

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

'' What 's faulty ? '' Angel asked, concerned.

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

She took a footfall back. What the hell 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, Angel 's blonde. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his metrical foot and directed her to a shiny wall.

Angel looked at her cheerleading contender Cassandra 's font looking back at her from the reflective airfoil. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. for sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored Earth's surface did the same, and brunette hair fell into her line of mickle. She took a smattering to make believe sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's pilus !

'' Oh my God ! '' Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very tiny worry compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a strange, unknown place. Her articulation was n't quite right, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra 's vocalism !

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

Max knelt down beside her. `` Err ... I 'm Jerry booth ... ''

'' Who ? ``

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

holy man 's head was swimming. `` Oh ... sorry, Dame Ellen Terry ... I 'm ... kinda fucked up right now. ``

'' Er ... Jerry ... ''

'' Whatever ... '' holy person looked at her arms and realized that they were n't quite right. She could see Cassandra 's darker arm hair, and a lentigo she herself did n't birth on her forearm. She was in Cassandra 's body ! `` How ? ``

'' greeting HUMANS ! ``

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 get on technology to swap your primitive minds with two of your equal. '' The voice was oddly stilted.

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

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

'' You will be restored to your proper flesh sacks in due time, '' the unusual voice continued. `` First, the experiment. ``

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

There was no response.

'' Hello ? ! '' she called.

The voice continued, `` Using your borrowed soundbox, you will perform coitus. When you have both achieved windup you will be freed. ``

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

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

'' sexual relation 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.

'' hi ? '' she once again called out to thin out air.

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

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

'' Testing my new consistency out, '' he replied. `` Boom ! '' He flexed his arms, causing his biceps to come out in a sexy, masculine fashion.

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could experience herself getting wet watching this geek strut around in her compaction 's hot trunk like that. She tried to remember what the nerd 's real body looked like ... skinny, hitch brownish hair, poor complexion ... ? It seemed right.

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

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another way just like this one next threshold. 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 ... weird ... maybe the unknown have mind powers ? ``

The door had slid opened and closed earlier. She tried pushing her hands flat against the door and dragging sideways, but it would n't move.

Warm hands touched her shoulders and she jumped. speedily twisting around, she whacked Not-Max 's mitt away.

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

'' Trying to help 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 adjacent to her, too close.

She scooted her butt away from him a couple of substructure and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to expect. ``

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metre passed. Angel could n't tell how long because she did n't hold her telephone but it seemed like a recollective time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretching, and she could n't help but watch, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed body, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her electric current trunk did n't feel much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a similar anatomy and physical structure character, which is one ground why they were such bitter rivals. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my real trunk ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A mo later one of the walls turned into a split screen, one half showing a skinny oddball and the former showing herself !

She approached the projection screen. Their similitude were in similar rooms, but separate from each other.

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

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

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

'Snooty bitch !'thought Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was properly next to her, also watching the screen ... she could palpate the passion from his body and her arm hairs stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very randy, her genuine consistency was dependable, and she was in control of dullard Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the unknown wanted and they were recording it, it would look like Cassandra was having sex with the flake in Max 's torso, not her.

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

Not-Max patted his mean football pants. No sack ... of course of instruction he didn't.

She was pretty sure as shooting she was ovulating right now ... she did n't want to get significant ! Then she mentally kicked herself ... she was n't in her own body ! She would n't have got to like about the consequences of unprotected sex ...

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

'' Okay, let 's do it, '' she said to her confrere captor as she pushed him back to the spongelike mat.

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

She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his athletic supporter strap down, freeing his surd dick. She was ingrain with the size of it ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 inches, and nicely thick.

She unfastened her skirt and pulled her ( Cassandra 's ) soaking wet underwear 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 size and shape. They really were a lot alike.

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

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

holy person was a trivial disappointed. A rooster of that size would bear been difficult to conciliate in her own body but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slut 's snatch was probably all loose from fucking half the football game team, she figured.

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

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperienced flake in a macho-man 's body could take no more, and he started to blow his loading inside her.

There was a bit of reflex affright on her part, but then she remembered that it was Cassandra 's unprotected pussy that was getting that load of cum, not hers. `` Ha ! '' she snickered. `` Yeah, let it all out ! ``

The goober flopped onto his back and was done. angel tried to keep 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 consistency ! ``

There was no response.

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

'' What does that think of ? '' holy man 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 mo ago.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. He was on her other face, 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 Little Joe. 'He suddenly got a lot more confident for soul who just had sex for the showtime time ,'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 tough cock poking at her borrowed puss.

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

This new positioning was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward to a greater extent to allow his putz to equal parts of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her pelvic arch 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 have his back consignment of cum. She looked over at dolt Cassandra on the paries screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her perfect small torso 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 lading of potent teenaged sperm inside her, all those virile lilliputian natator searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another waving was coming ... she had taken wellness year, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seed inside her, then that would give her the safe chance at getting her cheerleading equal knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, slender Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her round down belly, not understanding why she was gaining weighting even though she had a nonindulgent dieting and regular employment. 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 cultivation. She imagined those titty as they got bigger over the adjacent few months, filling up with Milk River for her unexpected passenger ...

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

holy person felt that shaft expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading warmth. 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 hear us anymore, Mr. Charles Herbert Best ? ``

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

He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 feet square, with no windows and a exclusive door. The prone blonde form of saint Deen was on a tidy sum of wrestling gym mat, turn forward with her butt in the air, two loads of potent spermatozoan soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Hun handed the man a stack of bills.

'' delight doing commercial enterprise with you, Hun, '' said Bob. Well, the business of pleasure, he amended to himself.

Jerry looked down at the insensate holy man. `` It 's wry that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to remember my name. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never block ! '' He paused for a moment, capturing the tantrum to memory board, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Krauthead 's aid and some channelize questions once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an extraterrestrial being abduction scenario to have everything an unreal timbre, her crush on handsome football role player Max, a bodyswap for Jerry with him, and her with her fierce rival, 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 spell of employment so he did n't feel bad about it.

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

He pulled out his speech sound and took a few pics for his collection. Then he instructed holy person to forget Kraut and him, and to only think back the unknown 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 government note : Surprise ! It 's a Suggestible story !