This is a story of free-and-easy, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all form of lesser sexual diseases await the imbecile who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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ownership : Green Eyed monster ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I looked into her beautiful Green optic. She was mine, and I loved her.

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

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


Six calendar month ago : impression a tall brown-haired woman with tanned hide and brown eyes ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's party because I did n't have it away many masses there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most belike straight, my friend ( Thomas More of an conversancy, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to leave when I bumped into a small, slim blonde in a tight-fitting blouse and slack water. Her rye and cola splashed onto her blouse, making the glowering fabric instantly gauze-like. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with newspaper towels, getting a little touch and feel in the process, and as she tried to win over me it was no big thing I looked into her eyes. Something electrical went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful abstruse greens eyes I had ever seen. With those oculus, her reasonable hair and ethereal features, I thought for a present 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 place that night and showed her how a good deal better woman are as lovers than men. What do men know about the female person body, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 geezerhood, and let me tell you, I know it quite literally inside and out ! She had never been with a cleaning lady before, and it was exciting to know that I was taking her `` lesbinity. ``

We were together for months ... 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 Oregon for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a different someone. I do n't sleep together 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 times 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 minor, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few fake phallus in my collection for my lovers ( I hate the stupid-looking things ), and I told her we could follow, or perhaps go for in vitro fertilization ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't talk for a week. Finally I confronted her one night 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 pull up stakes her alone. I yelled at her ...

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


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. Nobody was there. People shout all the clip in the metropolis, so we did n't attract any attending, and my sudden choking blast had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the erotic love of my life behind on the coldness pavement.


The execution appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motive, as her purse was missing. somebody must have stolen it before the constabulary were called, lucky for me ! I did n't even recognize if Jolene had told any of her admirer about me, so it was potential that there was no perceive association between us.

You must call back me a frigidity, evil individual ... I 'm not ! I cried all nighttime and to the highest degree of the day after. I took a pallid day and napped in the afternoon. I had the unusual dreaming that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became alike mist, and my hands went through her. The vapourous filaments of her soul covered me like a 2d skin, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to determine myself standing in figurehead of the can mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a small photoflash of brilliant greenness 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 continue at house, but I felt restless and horny. I usually get like that when I 'm ovulating, which is stupid because that particular scabies will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a gracious girl to have some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a light Negroid wearing apparel and some high heeled ticker that showed off my trim peg ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never leave the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young Lady on the dance level who would n't take care dancing with other woman, 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 story ! ) They accepted me right away, maybe because there were n't many dancers that night. We did some bumping and detrition, and turning on the looker-on ... yow !

There was a redheader with big boobs, a slim brunet, and a yoke of blond who looked like sis. The redhead grabbed my attention, and I grabbed her knockers when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but did n't take out away ... yes !

We got hot and heavy on the flooring and her friends eventually scattered back to their board. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my middle and pulled me off the floor to her table. Her girlfriend 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 fuck ?

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 shout out something to me but the tinker's dam music was too loud. I leaned closer ... her epithet was Gabrielle ...

... and then the music was different, just like that. Stupid DJ did n't have intercourse how to handle proper transitions ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the conclusion couple moment ...

Gabrielle 's hand was on my second joint under the board, 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 hand on my chest ... only I did n't have a go at it it was actually the guy 's hand. How much had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my topographic point and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the eye of my keep room. The guy was on the cast observance us, idly rubbing the protuberance in his trousers. That should stimulate 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 pap were prominent. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my read/write head against them ... heaven !

We sidled into the bedroom, Gabrielle almost falling over as my digit explored her puffy puss. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' patch of hair's-breadth left, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : women lick kitty best !

After bringing her to orgasm various times I rolled over onto my spinal column. My mind registered that her swain 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 living way, and came quickly, my fingers pinching and twisting at my put up nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 billet and all I could see was her fine, o.k. ass. I pulled her cunny back to my fount, piercing her folds with my offer knife. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't lap up me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to thrust my pelvis up toward her face. C'mon, move over me some relief here ! I thought.

Then I felt her overstretch the folds of my snatch 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 like dildos, but I was so `` hot to trot '' that it felt good. The tip swirled around my entryway a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

Her fingerbreadth found my clit and I gasped into her cunt as she pushed the dildo in. I found her button as well, sucking lightly on it as my pelvis kept thrusting up, trying to get more of the shaft of light inside me. It went in farther, about 2 inches, and it felt unbelievable ! Why did I not like those things ? Too cold-blooded and credit card ? This one was n't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in answer to my unspoken desire the tough putz pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my legs back and broad apart with her elbows and continued to play with my button. Then I felt her tongue skip across my clitoris, then off, then back again. Was she licking the wangle cock 's jibe ? Weird.

Her look backed off and she pushed the dildo into me harder, knocking the intimation 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 sensation that a small dildo should be able to be manipulated with majuscule dexterity ... the thrusting seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched military position and was laying on me face to face, kissing me again and holding my face in her script. She was so beautiful ! helping hand wrapped around my thighs and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting severe cock. I was so come together, gasping.

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

'' You 're doing so well, '' Gabrielle whispered into my ear. `` I ca n't think 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 control I would n't make invited her young man into my nursing home. I would n't birth gotten naked in presence of him ... I would n't have let him enter my bedroom while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she imply, help me with this ? I wanted to shout, to holler, to push them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able to locomote my read/write head to the side, so expect past her boldness. Her young man was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his eye glued to my face.

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

His jabbing were hitting my reach out clitoris 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.

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

Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his hip on her fingers reverberated into my button and twat lips, driving me to new pinnacle of sexual heat.

Heat ... 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 game 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 groan, 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 hired hand to my nipples and tweaked them I could palpate his dick heart rate 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 button, my tit, all at once. I screamed, but not in defeat or scourge ; in ecstasy !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my pap, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suction and spark use of her teeth. Her boyfriend started thrusting again, extending his coming and spurting more of his dangerous sperm-filled seminal fluid deep inside my hot, fertile channel. I cried out again, my orgasm rolling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member as the close spurt resolved.

Then I passed out.


I woke up in the sunup, alone. I was sore down there, understandably, not having had sex with a man before. I should have been a lot Sir Thomas More disturbance. What was wrongfulness with me ?

I went to the bathroom. After peeing I sat on the toilet for another 15 transactions, hoping gravity would leak the semen out of me. No such luck ... it had had hours to soak in.

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

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

There was this melt off girl with short visible radiation brown hair, a jersey, jeans and no constitution dancing with some early girls. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together to the highest degree of the nighttime. I took her back to my place.

For some reason I was very peaceful ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all Nox. I let her take ascendancy, pulling my clothes from my dead body, massaging my breasts. 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 kitty-cat from behind.

It was ecstasy, but I still could n't cum ; something was missing. After about 10 minute of arc 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 dearest !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussy brim, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hip joint back, trying to capture the head between them. I did it, and she pushed into me a few in. Then she pulled back out, leaving just the tip inside. I swear it was throbbing ! I was delirious, pushing back, trying to get it abstruse into me.

Finally Alex pushed respective 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 skillful ! A few more stab and she bottomed out ... I felt so full ! She ground her hip into me, causing Muriel Spark of pleasure to twinkle from my button. She really knew how to use that thing !

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

Alex was gasping now. Oh, the poor 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 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 swollen ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the slim Brigham 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 feature pulled away ... I should have yelled ... I should stimulate done something early than moving my hand back between my legs, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a little squeeze.

'' Uaaah ! Aarhh ! '' Alex yelled, thrusting harder. His pecker expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his seed deep within my fertile profundity, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His delirious thrusting hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my nerve into the pillow and screamed in a combining of ecstasy and terror, my cunt pulling his sperm recondite inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My closely pussycat spasmed around his cock, extending his orgasm and pulling Sir Thomas More jet from him. It seemed to never end.

Finally I collapsed. I was dimly aware of Alex getting his clothes on and escaping via the look threshold. distinctive man.


In the morning I woke and went to turn. Once again I did n't visit a clinic. My hotness went away and I just went through life like an automaton. A couple workweek 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 tread. I do n't know what was improper with me ? It was like I was on antidepressant or something ; I should have been frantic !

month passed and my belly filled out. I went to the doctor to make for certain 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 same me.

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

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

As the medico handed me my small fry I knew what I would name her. I suppose I had always known.

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