This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real life, use a rubber, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` sink his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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self-command : Green 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 spark of life sentence was leaving those gorgeous emerald orbs. I gripped my hands tighter around her pharynx 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 months ago : Picture a tall black-haired fair sex with tanned hide and brown eyes ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's company because I did n't bed many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most probable straight, my friend ( Sir Thomas More of an conversance, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to leave when I bumped into a minor, slim down blond in a tight fitting blouse and quag. Her rye and Aspinwall splashed onto her blouse, making the darkness cloth instantly vaporous. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with paper towels, getting a slight jot and feel in the process, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her eyes. 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 oculus, her fairish hair's-breadth and ethereal features, I thought for a moment that I had met an elf !

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

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

I took her back to my piazza that night and showed her how much full woman are as lover than men. What do men know about the female organic structure, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 year, 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 months ... I was so felicitous ! She stayed at my place more often than her own, and we frequently made love.

She went and visited her kinfolk in Beaver State 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 and distant. We made love a couple clock time but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and told 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 fake phallus in my accumulation for my lovers ( I hate the stupid-looking things ), and I told her we could adopt, or perhaps go for in vitro fecundation ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't verbalize for a week. Finally I confronted her one dark out back 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 hands around her neck ...


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. cypher was there. people shout all the time in the metropolis, so we did n't attract any attention, and my sudden throttling onslaught had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my sprightliness behind on the cold pavement.


The murder appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motivation, as her bag was missing. individual must consume stolen it before the police were called, lucky for me ! I did n't even know if Jolene had told any of her Friend about me, so it was potential that there was no perceived connection between us.

You must reckon me a cold, evil individual ... I 'm not ! I cried all night and nigh of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the afternoon. I had the strange aspiration that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my implements of war. Then she became comparable mist, and my hands went through her. The gossamer filum of her soul covered me like a second skin, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a small heartbeat of brilliant green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no foresightful there. I shook my head and went back to bed.


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

I dolled myself up and put on a short black apparel and some high heeled pumps that showed off my trim down peg ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never leave alone the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some Thomas Young lady on the dancing trading floor who would n't mind dancing with early char, 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 guess, since that 's how many were on the floor ! ) They accepted me right away, maybe because there were n't many social dancer that night. We did some bumping and attrition, and turning on the looker-on ... yow !

There was a redheaded woodpecker with big boobs, a slim brunette, and a twain of blondes who looked like sisters. The redhead grabbed my attention, and I grabbed her rapper when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but did n't get out away ... yes !

We got hot and hard on the story and her acquaintance eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey osculation on her and she returned it. She then looked into my middle and pulled me off the floor to her table. Her girlfriends and their fellow 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 fuck ?

She motioned for me to sit next to her, and the guy was on her other position checking me out. Uh uh, buddy, I broadcasted. She tried to yell something to me but the damn music was too loud. I leaned closer ... her name was Gabrielle ...

... and then the music was different, just like that. Stupid DJ did n't get it on how to plow right conversion ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the close couple minutes ...

Gabrielle 's hand was on my thigh 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 former, her hand on my breast ... only I did n't know it was actually the guy 's mitt. How much had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our attire while still kissing in the eye of my living elbow room. The guy was on the couch watching us, idly rubbing the hump in his trouser. That should experience 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 mark nipples were outstanding. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my principal against them ... heaven !

We sidled into the bedchamber, Gabrielle almost falling over as my digit explored her puffy pussy. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' spell of whisker left, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : women lick twat best !

After bringing her to orgasm several clip I rolled over onto my rachis. My mind registered that her fellow was in the threshold, 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 activeness in the bar and in the bread and butter room, and came quickly, my fingers pinching and twisting at my erect nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 positioning and all I could see was her very well, exquisitely ass. I pulled her cunny back to my fount, piercing her folds with my extended natural language. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't lick me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to push up my hip up toward her font. C'mon, return me some relief here ! I thought.

Then I felt her pull the crease of my cunt 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 roll in the hay where my toy drawer was did n't even enter my judgement. I normally do n't like 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 slit as she pushed the dildo in. I found her clitoris as well, sucking lightly on it as my pelvis kept thrusting up, trying to get more of the shaft inside me. It went in further, about 2 inch, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those things ? Too cold and plastic ? This one was n't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in answer to my unuttered desire the heavily jibe pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my legs back and encompassing apart with her elbows and continued to play with my button. Then I felt her clapper skip across my clitoris, then off, then back again. Was she licking the role player cock 's light beam ? Weird.

Her expression backed off and she pushed the dildo into me harder, knocking the hint 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 able to be manipulated with greater dexterity ... the thrusting seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched view and was laying on me face to front, 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 gruelling peter. I was so close, gasping.

Then I realized that there were too many workforce 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 white meat, tweaking my nipples ? What ... what ... ?

'' You 're doing so well, '' Gabrielle whispered into my ear. `` I ca n't consider 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 control I would n't induce invited her swain into my home. I would n't take in gotten naked in front of him ... I would n't induce let him come in my bedroom while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she signify, serve 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 move my top dog to the side, so take care past her brass. Her beau was between my peg, thrusting faster now, his middle glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my poke out clitoris now, exciting me further. Through the sexual daze I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary crap brown ; nonentity 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 button and massaged it, sending shudder up my acantha. Uh ! Oh God !

Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each blow of his pelvis on her fingers reverberated into my clit and purulent lip, driving me to new acme of sexual heat.

estrus ... in heat ...

OH GOD ! I was ovulating ! I looked down at his cock piercing my virgin pussy. He was stroking back, almost all the way out, then back in with increasing ferocity. On the back strokes I could see quite clearly that he had no condom 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 happen, 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 hand to my nipples and tweaked them I could palpate his cock pulse inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading deep inside. My orgasm, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my clitoris, my teat, all at once. I screamed, but not in defeat or terror ; in rapture !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my teat, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suction and light use of her teeth. Her beau started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting more of his dangerous sperm-filled ejaculate deep inside my hot, prolific distribution channel. I cried out again, my orgasm rolling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member as the last spirt 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 upset. What was wrong with me ?

I went to the bathroom. After peeing I sat on the toilet for another 15 proceedings, hoping gravity would leak the come out of me. No such hazard ... it had had hours to dowse in.

I should have gone to a clinic for the morning-after oral contraceptive pill ; I do n't be intimate why I did n't. Instead, I went through the day like a zombie. I ate, watched TV, browsed the Internet ... I found a particularly hot site with gay woman and stayed there for a while, fingering myself, but I just could n't get off !

I needed a charwoman, one that would help me to forget. I put on a sheer half-top and some tight leather pants and hit the nine again.

There was this slight girl with short-circuit light brownish hair's-breadth, a t-shirt, jeans and no makeup dancing with some other girls. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together virtually of the night. I took her back to my place.

For some reason I was very peaceful ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all night. I let her take on control condition, pulling my clothes from my consistence, massaging my breasts. I was naked before her but she still had her clothes on. She asked me to get on my workforce and knees facing away from her, then proceeded to eat my pussy from behind.

It was ecstasy, but I still could n't cum ; something was missing. After about 10 bit I felt her get behind me and something poked at my wet pussy. Yes ! That was what I wanted ! Alex must possess put on my strap-on dildo ... what a love !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussy sass, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my rosehip back, trying to appropriate the head between them. I did it, and she pushed into me a few column inch. Then she pulled back out, leaving just the tip inside. I swear it was throbbing ! I was mad, pushing back, trying to get it cryptical into me.

Finally Alex pushed several inch into me, hard. I groaned in pleasure ... this was what I wanted ! I used to detest the smell of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few inches, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So soundly ! A few Sir Thomas More push and she bottomed out ... I felt so replete ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing sparks of pleasure to flash from my button. She really knew how to use that thing !

She grabbed my pelvic arch 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 short honey ... here she was bringing me to a mind-blowing coming and I had n't given her any pleasure whatsoever ! I reached between my peg to recreate 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 phallus ramming into me, was a well up ball-sack ! I looked over my articulatio humeri at the slim untested 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 accept pulled away ... I should have got yelled ... I should have done something other than moving my script 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 productive depths, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His phrenetic jabbing hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my boldness into the pillow and screamed in a combination of ecstasy and terror, my cunt pulling his sperm bass inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My soaked pussy spasmed around his cock, extending his orgasm and pulling more spurts from him. It seemed to never end.

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


In the morning I woke and went to work on. Once again I did n't visit a clinic. My horniness went away and I just went through life like an zombi. A couple weeks passed ...

I missed my point. It normally arrived like clockwork, so it was fairly obvious what had happened. I did n't freak out out. I took it all in pace. I do n't know what was wrong with me ? It was like I was on antidepressant drug or something ; I should have been unrestrained !

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

Thomas More month passed. My knocker got bountiful, which I was form of happy about. I did n't like the weight gain. As I got nearer my due engagement I felt like a beached whale.

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

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

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