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 It happens again, and John Doe makes his move.

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   This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. 
In real life, use a condom, damnit!  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of
lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the
rod" without protection.

   --

   Sniffle, Chapter 2 (mf, fdom, mc, nc, impreg?) by Krosis of the
Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

   --

   JJ didn't have any classes with Sally the next day, but at lunch he felt
her elbow "accidentally" connect with his head as she went by with her food
tray.  He was really confused.

   After school, JJ ran to Sally's neighborhood and waited out of sight
until she got home.  Then he went up and rang her bell.

   When she answered the door she immediately became angry.  "What the fuck
are you doing here, dweeb?"

   "I came to talk to you, about us."

   She moved forward into his personal space, the height difference making
it very uncomfortable for him.  "There is no us, jackass.  I don't even
know why I did those things with you, but you...you..." She paused,
wrinkled her nose, and sniffed.

   JJ looked at Sally's face as it softened, her eyes and nostrils going
wider.  It was happening again, whatever it was.

   She grabbed him.  "Get in here."

   She practically dragged him into her bedroom again and closed the door
behind.  She pushed him onto her bed and pulled her pants and underwear
down, showing off her trimmed pubic hair and glistening pussy lips.

   JJ held up his hands.  "Sally, I wanna talk!"

   "I don't!" she yelled, and pushed him onto his back.  With one quick
movement she pantsed him again, underwear and all.  Despite the situation,
his cock had started filling with blood.

   Sally jumped on top of him and rubbed her drooling pussy all over his
shaft while it expanded to its full girth.

   "Please, Sally..."

   She pulled off her shirt and bra.  "Please?  You think women are going
to respond to that?  You don't ask, JJ, you TAKE!" And then she reached
down and angled his hard cock into her very wet pussy.  They both gasped as
his head pierced her labia.

   "Sally..."

   "Suck on this," she said, and shoved a nipple into his mouth as she
shifted her hips and applied pressure, slipping his cock deeper inside her.
Unlike her first time, she felt no pain, only a barely noticeable
discomfort.

   Beaten, JJ sucked and licked at Sally's nipple as she started to ride
him.

   She pulled back, dislodging his mouth.  "That's right, BOY, give me what
I want..." And then she moved forward and kissed him.

   JJ had mixed feelings about this.  On one hand, she was dominating him!
On the other, they were having sex!  He decided to just go with it, and
returned her passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining.

   Then he remembered something important and broke the kiss.  "Condom?" he
asked her.

   She reared up and continued to bounce.  He noticed her pupils were
dilated wide open again.  "Unhh...why would I need that?"

   "So...so you don't get pregnant?" His cock twitched a little when he
said that.

   She leaned forward to whisper into his ear as she continued to ride him,
"That won't happen."

   "Uhh...why...why not?"

   "Because you're not MAN enough to do that, BOY.  A BOY can't get a WOMAN
pregnant.  Didn't you know that?  No, because you're a BOY."

   That didn't make any sense to JJ, but he was fast approaching his
release.  He was also angry about being called a boy.  He grabbed Sally's
hips and rolled to the side, taking the larger girl by surprise.  His cock
slipped out for a moment, but once she landed on her back he thrust
forward, burying himself back inside her hot, wet pussy.

   He huffed into her ear, "You think I'm not a man?  I'll fucking show
you, bitch..."

   She gasped, "Oh, JJ..." and wrapped her arms and legs around the young
man as they thrust their hips together.

   "Fuck...fuck...fucckkk..." JJ thrust harder, faster, and then he felt
the orgasm rise from his balls, up his shaft, and explode deep inside the
teen girl, uncaring of the danger he was putting her in.

   As she felt him release inside her, Sally encompassed JJ in a death grip
as her own orgasm washed over her.  Deep inside, her cervix blossomed in
pleasure, over and over, drawing trickles of JJ's dangerous sperm-filled
semen into her vulnerable womb.

   JJ pulled out, causing Sally to gasp at the sudden feeling of loss.  "Oh
God, oh God..." she murmured, her body still shaking.  "Oh, JJ..."

   Finally, she stopped shaking.  He cleaned himself with a tissue and
looked at her.  "Can we talk now?"

   "Whatever you want..." Sally replied dreamily.  She looked really out of
it, her face slack, her pupils still blown out.

   "Um...are we boyfriend-girlfriend now?  Or are we 'friends with
benefits'?"

   "Whatever you want..." she repeated.

   "But what do YOU want?"

   She reached for his softening cock.  "This."

   JJ stood up and started to dress.  "Okay, we're friends with benefits
then, but you have to be nicer to me at school, okay?"

   "Whatever you want..."

   He finished dressing and looked back at her.  Fuck, she was sexy, all
splayed out like that, he thought.  He almost went back for seconds.  "I'll
see you at school on Monday."

   He heard, "Whatever y--" as he closed her bedroom door behind him and
shook his head.  What a weird girl!  he mused.

   Deep inside Sally, JJ's sperm swam, searching for her egg.

   --

   Agent Carmen Sandoval looked up from her book, through the reinforced
one-way mirror and into the room next to hers.  "Casanova" was pacing
again. He did that a couple hours a day, for exercise, it seemed, besides
the occasional push-up or plank.  She returned to her book.

   When she looked up again, her prisoner was gone.  "What--?" She rose to
her feet to get a better view.  He was prone, face down on the floor!  She
couldn't tell if he was breathing.  "Shit!"

   She hit the alert button, but remembered that they were on a skeleton
crew, and she had sent Agent Dimarco out for coffee just a few minutes
prior.  She'd have to chance going in there herself.  Not without
protection, though.

   She unlocked the door and went in, taser pointed forward.  "If you're
faking, prisoner, I'm going to tase you into next week." Then she locked
the door behind her and carefully approached the fallen man.

   First she gave him a tap with her foot.  No response.  As she bent down
she told him, "I have the taser pointed right at you, so no fast movement."
Then she reached forward and felt his neck for his pulse.  It seemed
steady.

   She turned him onto his side and quickly stood up and back in case he
swung his legs at her.  He didn't move.  Was he faking, or did he have a
seizure when she wasn't looking?  She wasn't about to call an ambulance
unless she was certain that he was in trouble.

   She sat on his cot and waited.  Dimarco would be back soon.  She worked
to control her body as she noticed her breath rate was faster than normal.
She was naturally anxious; this was her first command, and she wasn't going
to mess it up!

   As she watched John Doe, aka Casanova, lay there, she realized that the
man was actually more attractive than she had first assessed.  His nose had
a kind of nobility to it, and his lips seemed kissable.

   Kissable?  Why was she thinking about that?  She shook her head to clear
it.  She realized her nose was itching a bit, like from allergies, and she
sniffed.  It smelled kind of nice in Casanova's room, she realized, kind of
like her dad's cigarillos she remembered from when she was growing up.  It
should have smelled like a stinky man, as they only let him out to shower
every few days due to how he affected the other women in the branch...

   She stood up.  Not the other women...ALL women!  She was being affected
right now!  Her itchy nose made her sniff again.  Shit!  Not hypnotism, but
pheromones!

   Then Casanova sat up and gave her a smile.  Hot damn he was handsome! 
she thought.  No, not handsome, she told herself, sexy...no, that wasn't
it...dangerous?  How could this hot guy be dangerous?

   Something...fair...fairy moans?  She giggled.  Why would fairies moan? I
guess they would if they were having sex with Casanova!  At that thought
she felt wet between her legs.

   "Sounds like you're getting giddy," he said as he stood up, still
smiling.

   Carmen looked up at him, also smiling.

   He got closer.  Wait, Carmen thought, wasn't I supposed to do something
if he got close?  She had the taser in her hand, but using it would be
mean, she realized.  She didn't want to be mean to John.

   He knelt down before her and looked into her eyes.  "Carmen, right?  Can
you get me out of here, darlin', and then we can have some fun?"

   She nodded, put the taser in her pocket, and went to unlock the door.

   To be continued...

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