This is a story of chance, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In actual lifespan, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted infant, HIV and all kind of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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Possession : viridity Eyed teras ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I looked into her beautiful leafy vegetable eyes. She was mine, and I loved her.

The spark of biography was leaving those gorgeous emerald eyeball. I gripped my hands tighter around her throat until I knew she was gone, then collapsed on top of her unmoving body, sobbing.

How had it come to this ? I thought she loved me !


Six month ago : Picture a tall brown-haired woman with tanned skin and brown centre ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's party because I did n't get laid many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most likely heterosexual person, my friend ( more of an acquaintanceship, really ) being somewhat of a puritan. I had turned to will when I bumped into a small, slim blonde in a tight-fitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and genus Cola splashed onto her blouse, making the non-white fabric instantly see-through. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with report towels, getting a little tactile sensation and spirit in the process, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her centre. Something electric went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful mystifying park eyes I had ever seen. With those eyes, her fair hair and ethereal features, I thought for a moment that I had met an elf !

'' I 'm, uh, Rachel, '' I managed to falter out.

'' Jolene, '' she replied, and looked down at my hand, which had stopped between her breasts when I saw her eyes. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.

I took her back to my stead that night and showed her how much secure woman are as buff than men. What do men have it off about the female torso, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 years, and let me tell you, I know it quite literally inside and out ! She had never been with a char before, and it was exciting to know that I was taking her `` lesbinity. ``

We were together for months ... I was so felicitous ! She stayed at my station more often than her own, and we frequently made love.

She went and visited her folks in Oregon for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a unlike person. I do n't know what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was tranquilize and remote. We made love a yoke sentence but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and enjoin me she did n't desire to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to have kid, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few fake penis in my collection for my lovers ( I hate the stupid-looking things ), and I told her we could adopt, or perhaps go for in vitro fertilization ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't let the cat out of the bag for a week. Finally I confronted her one night out backbone of her workplace, in the darken and discharge parking lot. I told her I wanted her back ... I would do anything ! She told me to leave her alone. I yelled at her ...

She told me I disgusted her. I lost it, running at her and wrapping my hands around her neck ...


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, quixotic. Nobody was there. multitude shout all the clock time in the city, so we did n't pull any attention, and my sudden throttling attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the honey of my life sentence behind on the cold pavement.


The murder appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the law. It seemed robbery was the obvious need, as her purse was missing. Someone must possess stolen it before the police force were called, lucky for me ! I did n't even know if Jolene had told any of her friends about me, so it was potential that there was no comprehend connection between us.

You must retrieve me a cold, immorality person ... I 'm not ! I cried all night and almost of the day after. I took a grisly day and napped in the good afternoon. I had the strangest dream that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my weapon system. Then she became like mist, and my hands went through her. The vaporous filaments of her mortal covered me like a irregular peel, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to encounter myself standing in front of the bath mirror, with no memorial of how I got there. There was a pocket-sized heartbeat of glorious green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no longer there. I shook my head and went back to bed.


It was Friday night and I was going to remain at rest home, but I felt restless and horny. I usually get like that when I 'm ovulating, which is stupid because that particular itch will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a dainty miss to have some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a short Black dress and some high heeled ticker that showed off my tailored legs ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never leave the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young ladies on the saltation floor who would n't mind dancing with former adult female, and sometimes you could observe some who were interesting in ... experimenting. I found a gaggle of girls strutting their material and moved in. ( How many make a gaggle anyway ? Four I guessing, since that 's how many were on the floor ! ) They accepted me right away, maybe because there were n't many professional dancer that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the looker-on ... yow !

There was a redheader with big boobs, a slim brunette, and a span of blondes who looked like sisters. The redhead grabbed my attention, and I grabbed her knockers when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious strain. She jumped, but did n't pull away ... yes !

We got hot and heavy on the floor and her protagonist eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my optic and pulled me off the floor to her table. Her lady friend and their boyfriends were leaving ( was it me ? ) but there was another guy there, beefy and somewhat Italian looking, and she draped herself on his articulatio humeri. Uh, what the piece of ass ?

She motioned for me to sit next to her, and the guy was on her other side checking me out. Uh uh, buddy, I broadcasted. She tried to yell something to me but the tinker's dam euphony was too gaudy. I leaned closer ... her name was Gabrielle ...

... and then the music was different, just like that. Stupid DJ did n't bang how to treat right conversion ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the last duad minutes ...

Gabrielle 's paw was on my thigh under the tabular array, circling. When had she done that ? Not that I was complaining ... mmm ...

Then we were in a cab. I was between the two of them, and Gabrielle and I were kissing, turned toward each other, her bridge player on my tit ... only I did n't know it was actually the guy 's hand. How a lot had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my spot and we were stripping off our dress while still kissing in the center of my living way. The guy was on the redact observance us, idly rubbing the excrescence in his trousers. That should have bothered me, but it did n't ... I was totally focused on the gorgeous Aythya americana and her incredibly-formed mammaries.

What beauties ! They were grapefruit-sized, and the strawberry tit were large. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my headway against them ... heaven !

We sidled into the sleeping accommodation, Gabrielle almost falling over as my fingerbreadth explored her puffy pussy. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' patch of hair left, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : cleaning lady lick pussy best !

After bringing her to orgasm several times I rolled over onto my spine. My mind registered that her boyfriend was in the doorway, still rubbing his crotch, but I put it out of my mind.

Gabrielle dived into my muff and I closed my eyes. I was already keyed up from the action in the bar and in the animation way, and came quickly, my fingers pinching and twisting at my erect nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 position and all I could see was her fine, okay ass. I pulled her cunny back to my face, piercing her folds with my protracted knife. She gasped and played with my snatch, but did n't drub me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to shove my renal pelvis up toward her face. C'mon, give me some succor here ! I thought.

Then I felt her pull the sheepfold of my pussy apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must have pulled one of my dildos out of my toy drawer and was going to use it on me. The fact that she did n't know where my toy drawer was did n't even enter my mind. I normally do n't care dildos, but I was so `` hot to trot '' that it felt good. The tip swirled around my entrance a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

Her fingers found my clitoris and I gasped into her puss as she pushed the dildo in. I found her clit as well, sucking lightly on it as my hip kept thrusting up, trying to get more of the shaft inside me. It went in further, about 2 inches, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those things ? Too cold and charge plate ? This one was n't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in answer to my unspoken desire the toilsome prick pushed in deeper. I moaned in rapture. Gabrielle was now holding my legs back and widely apart with her cubitus and continued to act as with my clit. Then I felt her clapper skip across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the fake cock 's shaft ? Weird.

Her face backed off and she pushed the dildo into me tough, knocking the breath from me. Wow, she was strong ! It was now almost entirely inside me, and she pulled it back and then pushed it in hard again. There was a sense that a small dildo should be capable to be manipulated with with child dexterity ... the thrusting seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched place and was laying on me face to face, kissing me again and holding my face in her hands. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting unvoiced prick. I was so close, gasping.

Then I realized that there were too many hands on me. How could Gabrielle be pushing the dildo into me and holding my leg while she was holding my face, and now squeezing my bosom, tweaking my mammilla ? What ... what ... ?

'' You 're doing so well, '' Gabrielle whispered into my ear. `` I ca n't believe you 're a virgin. Denny 's rooster is so good, is n't it ? I 'm so happy we can serve you with this. ``

Then I realized : I had no control. If I had restraint I would n't get invited her boyfriend into my home base. I would n't throw gotten naked in front of him ... I would n't take let him enter my bedroom while I was having sex with his lady friend. What did she mean, avail me with this ? I wanted to shout, to scream, to push them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able to go my heading to the side, so wait past her face. Her boyfriend was between my branch, thrusting faster now, his eyes glued to my face.

'' I love your oculus, '' he said, thrusting even faster.

His thrusts were hitting my extended clitoris now, exciting me foster. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his gossip. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary poop brown ; nobody ever complimented them.

thinking that I wanted to see more of whatshisname as he fucked me, Gabrielle slipped to the side and knelt beside me. Her fingers moved down to my clit and massaged it, sending shivers up my vertebral column. Uh ! Oh God !

Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his pelvis on her fingers reverberated into my clit and pussycat sass, driving me to new heights of sexual heat.

Heat ... in hotness ...

OH GOD ! I was ovulating ! I looked down at his cock piercing my virgin cunt. He was stroking back, almost all the way out, then back in with increasing ferocity. On the back solidus I could see quite clearly that he had no safe on.

Again, I could n't say or do anything about it. I could moan, I could drool, I could buss Gabrielle back as she became increasingly excited about what was about to hap, but I could n't stop it. WHY ? !

'' Ouh ! UH ! '' He cried out, jamming as far into me as he could, and stopped. As Gabrielle moved her hands to my mamilla and tweaked them I could find his peter impulse inside me, once, twice, lovingness spreading deep inside. My orgasm, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my clitoris, my mamilla, all at once. I screamed, but not in thwarting or terror ; in ecstasy !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my nipples, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suction and light use of her teeth. Her boyfriend started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting more of his dangerous sperm-filled seed cryptical inside my hot, fecund groove. I cried out again, my sexual climax rolling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member as the last squirt resolved.

Then I passed out.


I woke up in the morning, alone. I was sore down there, understandably, not having had sex with a man before. I should have been a lot more tump over. What was wrong with me ?

I went to the toilet. After peeing I sat on the toilet for another 15 minutes, hoping gravity would leak the semen out of me. No such lot ... it had had 60 minutes to souse in.

I should receive gone to a clinic for the morning-after pill ; I do n't know why I did n't. Instead, I went through the day like a zombie. I ate, follow TV, browsed the Internet ... I found a particularly hot site with lesbians and stayed there for a piece, fingering myself, but I just could n't get off !

I needed a cleaning lady, one that would assist me to forget. I put on a sheer half-top and some wet leather pant and hit the golf club again.

There was this lose weight girl with short Inner Light brown haircloth, a tee shirt, jeans and no composition dancing with some other female child. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together near of the night. I took her back to my place.

For some rationality I was very passive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all night. I let her occupy ascendency, pulling my clothes from my body, massaging my titty. I was naked before her but she still had her wearing apparel on. She asked me to get on my hired hand and knees facing away from her, then proceeded to eat my twat from behind.

It was rapture, but I still could n't cum ; something was missing. After about 10 minutes I felt her get behind me and something poked at my wet kitty-cat. Yes ! That was what I wanted ! Alex must take in put on my strap-on dildo ... what a dear !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my kitty-cat rim, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hips back, trying to capture the head between them. I did it, and she pushed into me a few inches. Then she pulled back out, leaving just the tip inside. I swear it was throbbing ! I was frantic, pushing back, trying to get it deeper into me.

Finally Alex pushed several inches into me, hard. I groaned in pleasure ... this was what I wanted ! I used to hate the feel of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few inches, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So expert ! A few more knife thrust and she bottomed out ... I felt so fully ! She ground her renal pelvis into me, causing flicker of pleasure to flash from my clit. She really knew how to use that matter !

She grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming from joy, even though I still had n't cum yet !

Alex was gasping now. Oh, the misfortunate dear ... here she was bringing me to a mind-blowing coming and I had n't given her any pleasure whatsoever ! I reached between my legs to play with her clit. My fingers touched something dangling and fleshy ... what the -- ? ! I pushed myself up and looked down between my legs. There, hanging down from an obviously not-fake member ramming into me, was a tumefy ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the slim Whitney Young man who was fucking me. How had I mistaken him for a adult female ? ! Now that his shirt was off it was pretty damn obvious !

I should have pulled away ... I should have yelled ... I should give done something other than moving my hand back between my wooden leg, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a slight squeeze.

'' Uaaah ! Aarhh ! '' Alex yelled, thrusting harder. His cock expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his seed deep within my productive deepness, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His excited thrusting hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my human face into the pillow and screamed in a combination of X and terror, my cunt pulling his sperm cell deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My mingy pussy spasmed around his prick, extending his orgasm and pulling Thomas More spurts from him. It seemed to never end.

Finally I collapsed. I was dimly aware of Alex getting his wearing apparel on and escaping via the front door. typical man.


In the sunup I woke and went to work. Once again I did n't visit a clinic. My hot pants went away and I just went through life like an automaton. A couple calendar week passed ...

I missed my period. It normally arrived like clockwork, so it was fairly obvious what had happened. I did n't freak out. I took it all in step. I do n't know what was faulty with me ? It was like I was on antidepressant or something ; I should ingest been frantic !

Months passed and my belly filled out. I went to the doctor to ca-ca certainly the baby was goodish but I could n't ask about an abortion. I was worried about the babe, not myself. It just was n't like me.

Sir Thomas More months passed. My titty got heavy, which I was kind of happy about. I did n't like the weighting gain. As I got nearer my due day of the month I felt like a beached whale.

Finally I was giving birth at the hospital. I was given an epidural ( thank God ), and after 8 hours of labor she came out : my baby.

As the doctor handed me my child I knew what I would name her. I suppose I had always known.

I looked into her beautiful green eye. She was mine, and I loved her .