This is a story of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In rattling living, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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Possession : honey oil Eyed colossus ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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

The glint of sprightliness was leaving those gorgeous emerald orbs. I gripped my handwriting tighter around her throat until I knew she was gone, then collapsed on top of her unmoving physical structure, sobbing.

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


Six months ago : Picture a improbable brown-haired woman with bronze hide and Robert Brown middle ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's party because I did n't know many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most in all likelihood straight, my ally ( more of an acquaintanceship, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to get out when I bumped into a small, slim blond in a tight fitting blouse and slack. Her rye and cola splashed onto her blouse, making the moody fabric instantly see-through. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with newspaper publisher towels, getting a little touch and spirit in the process, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her oculus. Something electric went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful deep green eyes I had ever seen. With those eyes, her bonnie tomentum and ethereal features, I thought for a here and now that I had met an elf !

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

'' Jolene, '' she replied, and looked down at my deal, which had stopped between her white meat when I saw her middle. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.

I took her back to my stead that Nox and showed her how much upright women are as buff than men. What do men know about the female person organic structure, 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 woman before, and it was exciting to know that I was taking her `` lesbinity. ``

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

She went and visited her folks in OR for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a different person. I do n't know what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was quiet down and aloof. We made love a pair sentence but she seemed keep, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and distinguish me she did n't want to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to have children, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few faker penis in my compendium for my buff ( I hate the stupid-looking things ), and I told her we could adopt, or perhaps go for in vitro impregnation ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't talk for a week. Finally I confronted her one dark out rachis of her workplace, in the darkened and empty 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 mitt around her neck ...


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. cypher was there. people shout all the meter in the city, so we did n't draw in any attention, and my sudden choking fire had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the insensate pavement.


The execution appeared in the news show but I was never contacted by the police force. It seemed robbery was the obvious motive, as her handbag was missing. Someone must have stolen it before the police were called, lucky for me ! I did n't even cognize if Jolene had told any of her Friend about me, so it was possible that there was no perceived connecter between us.

You must think me a inhuman, malefic person ... I 'm not ! I cried all Nox and most of the day after. I took a chuck day and napped in the afternoon. I had the strangest dream that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became like mist, and my hands went through her. The gossamer filament of her soul covered me like a secondly hide, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to get hold myself standing in front of the bath mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a lowly ostentation of brilliant Green River in the mirror but when I looked again it was no thirster there. I shook my head and went back to bed.


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

I dolled myself up and put on a short black dress and some high gear heeled heart that showed off my snip legs ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never depart the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some offspring madam on the terpsichore trading floor who would n't mind dancing with early adult female, and sometimes you could find some who were interesting in ... experimenting. I found a gaggle of girls strutting their stuff and moved in. ( How many make a gaggle anyway ? Four I surmise, since that 's how many were on the level ! ) They accepted me right away, maybe because there were n't many dancers that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the looker-on ... yow !

There was a Aythya americana with big boobs, a slender brunette, and a couple of blondes who looked like sis. The redhead grabbed my attending, and I grabbed her knockers when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious Song. She jumped, but did n't pull away ... yes !

We got hot and heavy on the floor and her admirer eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey candy kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my eyes and pulled me off the flooring to her mesa. Her girl and their swain were leaving ( was it me ? ) but there was another guy there, beefy and somewhat Italian looking, and she draped herself on his shoulder. 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, chum, I broadcasted. She tried to scream something to me but the damn medicine was too loud. I leaned closer ... her name was Gabrielle ...

... and then the medicine was different, just like that. poor fish DJ did n't know how to handle right transitions ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the hold up couple minute of arc ...

Gabrielle 's hand was on my second joint under the table, 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 early, her script on my breast ... only I did n't know it was actually the guy 's hand. How lots had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my berth and we were stripping off our clothes while still kissing in the middle of my living elbow room. The guy was on the couch watching us, idly rubbing the bump in his trouser. That should have bothered me, but it did n't ... I was totally focused on the gorgeous redhead and her incredibly-formed mammaries.

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

We sidled into the sleeping room, Gabrielle almost falling over as my finger's breadth explored her puffy slit. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' plot of ground of hairsbreadth left, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : fair sex lick pussy best !

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

Gabrielle dived into my fumble and I closed my eye. I was already keyed up from the natural process in the bar and in the keep room, and came quickly, my fingerbreadth pinching and twisting at my erect nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 office and all I could see was her fine, o.k. ass. I pulled her cunny back to my fount, piercing her folds with my extended lingua. She gasped and played with my cunt, but did n't lap me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to thrust my pelvic arch up toward her face. C'mon, leave me some relief here ! I thought.

Then I felt her pull the faithful of my pussy apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must receive 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 draftsman was did n't even recruit my judgment. I normally do n't wish dildos, but I was so `` hot to clip '' that it felt salutary. The tip swirled around my entrance a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

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

As if in answer to my unspoken desire the heavy shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my stage back and wide-eyed apart with her elbows and continued to roleplay with my button. Then I felt her tongue skip across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the fake cock 's dig ? Weird.

Her face backed off and she pushed the dildo into me harder, 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 sensory faculty that a low dildo should be able to be manipulated with greater dexterity ... the thrusting seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched positions and was laying on me face to face, kissing me again and holding my grimace in her bridge player. She was so beautiful ! work force wrapped around my second joint and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard cock. I was so near, gasping.

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

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

Then I realized : I had no control. If I had ascendence I would n't stimulate invited her swain into my home. I would n't have gotten naked in front line of him ... I would n't have let him recruit my bedchamber while I was having sex with his lady friend. What did she imply, assist me with this ? I wanted to cry out, to scream, to push them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able to move my head to the side, so look past her case. Her boyfriend was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his center glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my extended button now, exciting me further. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary crap brown ; nobody ever complimented them.

thought process that I wanted to see more of whatshisname as he fucked me, Gabrielle slipped to the English and knelt beside me. Her fingers moved down to my clit and massaged it, sending tremble up my spine. Uh ! Oh God !

Her fellow, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each extrusion of his pelvis on her digit reverberated into my clit and cunt back talk, driving me to new heights of sexual heat.

Heat ... in warmth ...

OH GOD ! I was ovulating ! I looked down at his peter piercing my Virgo the Virgin pussy. He was stroking back, almost all the way out, then back in with increasing ferocity. On the back stroke 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 snog Gabrielle back as she became increasingly excited about what was about to fall out, but I could n't quit it. WHY ? !

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

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my mamilla, nibbling on them, drawing them out with sucking and fall use of her teeth. Her beau started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting Sir Thomas More of his dangerous sperm-filled semen deeply inside my hot, fertile canal. I cried out again, my coming wheeling 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 cause been a lot Thomas More untune. What was wrong with me ?

I went to the lav. After peeing I sat on the toilet for another 15 min, hoping gravitation would leak out the semen out of me. No such luck ... it had had time of day to gazump in.

I should have got gone to a clinic for the morning-after pill ; I do n't have intercourse why I did n't. Instead, I went through the day like a living dead. I ate, watched TV, browsed the net ... 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 womanhood, one that would help me to forget. I put on a sheer half-top and some tight leather bloomers and hit the clubs again.

There was this slim miss with short light chocolate-brown pilus, a t-shirt, jean and no makeup dancing with some other little girl. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together about of the night. I took her back to my place.

For some reason I was very passive voice ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all Night. I let her select control condition, pulling my clothes from my organic structure, massaging my bosom. I was naked before her but she still had her clothes on. She asked me to get on my hands and human knee facing away from her, then proceeded to eat my snatch from behind.

It was ecstasy, 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 pussy. Yes ! That was what I wanted ! Alex must have put on my strap-on dildo ... what a beloved !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussy lips, 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 delight ... 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 in effect ! A few more thrusts and she bottomed out ... I felt so full ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing sparks of delight to scud from my clitoris. She really knew how to use that thing !

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

Alex was gasping now. Oh, the inadequate dear ... here she was bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm and I had n't given her any pleasure whatsoever ! I reached between my wooden leg to play with her clit. My digit touched something dangling and fleshy ... what the -- ? ! I pushed myself up and looked down between my wooden leg. There, hanging down from an obviously not-fake phallus ramming into me, was a vain ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the reduce young man who was fucking me. How had I mistaken him for a woman ? ! Now that his shirt was off it was pretty damn obvious !

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

'' Uaaah ! Aarhh ! '' Alex yelled, thrusting harder. His hammer expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his seed deep within my fecund astuteness, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His frantic jabbing hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed in a combining of ecstasy and terror, my cunt pulling his sperm deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My tight pussy spasmed around his stopcock, extending his orgasm and pulling Sir 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 face doorway. typical man.


In the morning I woke and went to act. Once again I did n't visit a clinic. My horniness went away and I just went through life like an automaton. A couplet weeks 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 stride. I do n't cognize what was awry with me ? It was like I was on antidepressants or something ; I should have been delirious !

calendar month passed and my belly filled out. I went to the doctor to make sure as shooting the infant was healthy but I could n't ask about an miscarriage. I was worried about the baby, not myself. It just was n't like me.

Sir Thomas More months passed. My breasts got openhanded, which I was variety of happy about. I did n't like the weight gain. As I got dear my due date I felt like a beached whale.

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

As the doctor handed me my small fry I knew what I would bring up her. I suppose I had always known.

I looked into her beautiful K center. She was mine, and I loved her .