This is a history of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In existent life, use a rubber, damnit ! Unwanted sister, HIV and all sorting of lesser intimate diseases await the cretin who `` souse his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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angel 's unknown Abduction ( mf, Mf, 1st, mc, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Angel Deen opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back looking at a metal roof. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a strange room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few transactions 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 metal wall, about 20 ft square ... a bingle door and no windows.

'' howdy ? '' she called out. No resolution. She had the impression she was being watched.

Suddenly the threshold slid capable and a large male form was shoved into the way by some spiritual domain force. The room access quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

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

The young man looked at sea. `` Max ? '' he asked. He looked down at himself. `` holy place shit ! ``

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

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

She took a step 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 blond. Oh tinker's damn, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his foundation and directed her to a sheeny wall.

Angel looked at her cheerleading competitor Cassandra 's face looking back at her from the reflective surface. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored airfoil did the Same, and brunette fuzz fell into her rail line of lot. She took a fistful to crap sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's haircloth !

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

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

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

'' Who ? ``

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

Angel 's head was swimming. `` Oh ... sorry, terrycloth ... I 'm ... kinda fucked up right now. ``

'' Er ... Kraut ... ''

'' Whatever ... '' holy person looked at her arms and realized that they were n't quite mighty. 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 body ! `` How ? ``

'' salutation HUMANS ! ``

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 crucial experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our boost engineering to swap your primitive minds with two of your peers. '' The voice was oddly stilted.

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

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

'' You will be restored to your right flesh firing in due time, '' the strange voice continued. `` First, the experimentation. ``

'' No ! You let us go now ! '' backer was on her understructure by this level, shouting.

There was no response.

'' hello ? ! '' she called.

The voice continued, `` Using your borrowed consistency, you will perform sex act. When you have both achieved completion you will be freed. ``

angel was confused. `` Perform ? I 'm not in the dramatic event guild ! ``

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

'' hi ? '' she once again called out to lose weight air.

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

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

'' Testing my new physical structure out, '' he replied. `` Boom ! '' He flexed his blazon, causing his biceps to bulge in a sexy, masculine fashion.

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was debatable. She could feel herself getting wet watching this eccentric person strut around in her crush 's hot body like that. She tried to retrieve what the nerd 's literal body looked like ... skinny, hobble brown tomentum, misfortunate complexion ... ? It seemed right.

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

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another way just like this one next room access. 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 grip or any other way she could see of opening it.

He seemed perplexed. `` No ... weird ... maybe the noncitizen have creative thinker powers ? ``

The door had slid open air and closed originally. She tried pushing her handwriting prostrate against the door and dragging sideways, but it would n't move.

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

'' Hey ! I 'm just trying to aid, '' 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 next to her, too close.

She scooted her butt away from him a span of feet and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to wait. ``

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Time passed. Angel could n't severalize how long because she did n't have her speech sound but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretch, and she could n't help but watch, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed eubstance, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her current eubstance did n't finger much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a similar build and body type, which is one reason why they were such piercingly rival. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my real eubstance ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A moment later one of the bulwark turned into a schism screen, one half showing a tight-fitting geek and the other showing herself !

She approached the sieve. Their opposite number were in similar rooms, but split up from each other.

'' fellow ! '' the geeky-looking guy on the screen shouted out to the air. `` Dude ! ``

'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 !'believe Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was in good order succeeding to her, also watching the CRT screen ... she could finger the heat energy from his body and her arm hairs stood on end from the closeness of him.

She was very horny, her real body was safe, and she was in control of stupid 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 in Max 's dead body, not her.

She turned to him. `` Do you own a condom ? ``

Not-Max patted his tight football pants. No air hole ... of line he didn't.

She was pretty surely she was ovulating right now ... she did n't want to get pregnant ! Then she mentally kicked herself ... she was n't in her own body ! She would n't have to wish about the consequences of unprotected sex ...

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

'' Okay, let 's do it, '' she said to her cuss captor as she pushed him back to the squashy 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 concentrated pecker. She was impressed with the size ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 in, 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 Same eccentric of bra she had, and their titty were of a exchangeable size 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 prick, lining it up with her sex. In short order she was sinking her hot, wet pussy down onto the ( probably ) virgin 's borrowed dick.

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

Angel was a picayune let down. A cock of that size would deliver been difficult to accommodate in her own consistence but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slut 's pussy was probably all loose from fucking half the football game team, she figured.

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

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperienced geek in a stud 's body could use up no Sir Thomas More, and he started to blow his cargo inside her.

There was a consequence of reflex panic 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 body ! ``

There was no response.

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

'' What does that mean ? '' backer turned back to Barry ( terry cloth ? ) but he was n't on the mat anymore, even though she could have sworn that he was there a moment ago.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. He was on her early side of meat, though still kneeling on the mat. How had he let there ?

'' You have to cum too, '' he said, turning her away and pushing her forward.

'' Whoa ! '' she called out as she landed on all quaternion. 'He suddenly got a lot more convinced for someone who just had sex for the start time ,'she thought.

She tried to get up but Not-Max clambered up behind her and grabbed her hips. She could palpate the tip of his once again hard cock jabbing at her borrowed puss.

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

This new spatial relation was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward More to allow his dick to rival theatrical role of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her articulatio coxae tighter and started to Syrian pound her hard.

'' Goddamn ! '' she cried out. She would never have thought the little twerp would suffer it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to deliver his 2nd incumbrance of cum. She looked over at dazed Cassandra on the wall screenland, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her consummate slight organic structure at that very mo. 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 potent piffling swimmers searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another Wave was coming ... she had taken wellness class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seed inside her, then that would yield her the honorable chance at getting her cheerleading rival knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, melt off Cassandra, her cheerleading getup tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining weightiness even though she had a strict diet and regular example. She felt her ( Cassandra 's ) breast swinging forward and back below her as Not-Max rammed into her, huffing as he got closer to his finish. She imagined those boobs as they got bigger over the side by side few months, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger ...

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

holy person felt that dick 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 find out us anymore, Mr. best ? ``

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

He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 foundation square, with no windowpane and a single doorway. The prone blond form of Angel Deen was on a stack of wrestling mat, bent forward with her butt in the air, two incumbrance of powerful sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a stack of bills.

'' delight doing business concern with you, Jerry, '' said Bob. fountainhead, the occupation of pleasure, he amended to himself.

Hun looked down at the insensate saint. `` It 's wry that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to remember my epithet. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never forget ! '' He paused for a moment, capturing the scene to retentivity, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite lofty of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry 's help and some indicate questions once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader : an alien abduction scenario to return everything an unreal quality, her crushed leather on handsome football actor Max, a bodyswap for Krauthead with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to pain the other girl and not caring about the outcome. wellspring, the consequences were hers now, and she was a real man of workplace so he did n't feel bad about it.

He had n't counted on Kraut shooting off so quickly, but some degraded intellection had him taking over `` Max 's soundbox '' in her judgement for some `` miry seconds '' in an otherwise sloshed teenaged pussy.

He pulled out his speech sound and took a few pics for his ingathering. Then he instructed Angel Falls to forget Jerry and him, and to only think the estrange 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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