Not For Beginners

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 deliver his second load of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the wall screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her perfect little body at that very moment. 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 little swimmers desi searching for Cassandra's defenseless egg. Another wave was coming...she had taken health class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seed inside her, then that would give her the best chance at getting her cheerleading rival 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 weight even though she had a strict diet and regular exercise. 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 finish. She imagined those boobs as they got bigger over the next few months, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger... "Unhh! Arhh!" Not-Max cried out as oriental he slammed his cock home. Angel 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. "So she can't hear us anymore, Mr. Best?" Bob Best pulled his underwear and pants back up. "No, Jerry, she won't register anything until I give her the trigger phrase." He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 feet square, with no windows and a single door. The prone blonde form of Angel Deen was on a stack of wrestling mats, bent forward with her butt in the air, two loads of potent sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix. Jerry handed the man a stack of bills. "Pleasure doing business with you, Jerry," said Bob. Well, the business of pleasure, he amended to himself. Jerry looked indian down at the insensate Angel. "It's ironic 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 forget!" He paused for a moment, capturing the scene to memory, and then he turned and left the room. Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry's help and some pointed questions once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader: an alien abduction scenario to give everything an unreal quality, her crush on handsome football 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 piece of work erotic so he didn't feel bad about it. He hadn't counted on Jerry shooting off so quickly, but some fast thinking had him taking over "Max's body" in her mind for some "sloppy seconds" in an otherwise tight teenaged pussy. He pulled out his phone and took a few exotic pics for his collection. Then he instructed Angel to forget Jerry and him, and to only remember 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. Author's note: Surprise! “Baby. Must be nice having a dad who's rich... The mottled green of oriental his eyes made him seem particularly charming, and that slight glint of mischievousness was irresistible. Abby was enjoying what she was doing, and was a bit pissed off that they had to be separated. At least he took ‘no’ for an answer when he tried to feel me up. “Babe!” Amanda snapped for perhaps indian the second or third time, bringing me out of my reverie as she attempted to keep her voice low. Lying in bed late into the night she feels drained without having done anything. Two in the pit, Soar said. Really emphasizes your... charm.” “Well, Dotty, how much do you want to pay for true love?” I asked. “Yes and no,” was my reply. I thank him for desi the information and send a text on to Dakota to have exotic us reset the thermostat so that if anyone works over the weekend, we can override the time and erotic thus no one must work in the heat. Chloe let out a gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “So hot,” groaned a girl with a Latina accent.