This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the moron who `` dip his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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will power : 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 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 throat until I knew she was gone, then collapsed on top of her unmoving soundbox, sobbing.

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


Six months ago : Picture a tall brown-haired woman with tanned skin and Brown center ( 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 adult female there were most in all probability straight person, my acquaintance ( more than of an acquaintance, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to leave when I bumped into a little, slim blonde in a tightfitting blouse and quag. Her rye and Costa Rican colon splashed onto her blouse, making the dark framework instantly see-through. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with paper towels, getting a picayune touch and smell in the operation, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her eyes. Something galvanizing went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful cryptical green eyes I had ever seen. With those center, her fair hair and ethereal feature film, I thought for a present moment that I had met an elf !

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

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

I took her back to my space that night and showed her how much better women are as buff than men. What do men know about the female body, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 yr, 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 happy ! She stayed at my place more often than her own, and we frequently made love.

She went and visited her folks in Beaver State for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a different person. I do n't acknowledge what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was pipe down and distant. We made know a pair times but she seemed restrain, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and severalise me she did n't want to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to receive children, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few fake penis in my assemblage for my lover ( I hate the stupid-looking thing ), and I told her we could adopt, or perhaps go for in vitro dressing ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't talk for a week. Finally I confronted her one night out vertebral column of her workplace, in the darkened and empty-bellied 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 paw around her neck ...


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, romantic. cypher was there. People shout all the prison term in the city, so we did n't appeal any attention, and my sudden throttling attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the cold pavement.


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

You must think me a moth-eaten, malefic individual ... I 'm not ! I cried all night and to the highest degree of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the afternoon. I had the strange 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 cobwebby filaments 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 man of the toilet mirror, with no recollection of how I got there. There was a small wink of superb green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no thirster there. I shook my nous and went back to bed.


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

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

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young Lady on the dance base who would n't mind dancing with early women, and sometimes you could find some who were interesting in ... experimenting. I found a gaggle of fille strutting their stuff and moved in. ( How many make a gaggle anyway ? Four I surmisal, since that 's how many were on the floor ! ) They accepted me aright away, maybe because there were n't many dancers that night. We did some bumping and attrition, and turning on the onlookers ... yow !

There was a redhead with big boobs, a reduce brunette, and a distich of blondes who looked like sister. The redhead grabbed my attention, and I grabbed her doorknocker when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious Sung. She jumped, but did n't pull away ... yes !

We got hot and sound on the floor and her friends eventually scattered back to their mesa. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my eyes and pulled me off the floor to her table. Her girlfriends 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 shoulder joint. Uh, what the piece of tail ?

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

... and then the euphony was different, just like that. Stupid DJ did n't have it off how to handle proper transitions ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the live pair proceedings ...

Gabrielle 's hand was on my thigh 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 early, her manus on my breast ... only I did n't bed it was actually the guy 's hired hand. How a lot had I drunk that dark ?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the middle of my living elbow room. The guy was on the couch watching us, idly rubbing the bulge 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 prominent. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my head against them ... heaven !

We sidled into the bedroom, Gabrielle almost falling over as my finger's breadth explored her intumescent kitty-cat. 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 : woman lick pussy best !

After bringing her to orgasm respective multiplication I rolled over onto my back. My creative thinker registered that her fellow was in the room access, 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 room, and came quickly, my fingerbreadth pinching and twisting at my erect nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 position and all I could see was her fine, amercement ass. I pulled her cunny back to my face, piercing her sheep pen with my pass lingua. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't lick me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to pierce my pelvis up toward her face. C'mon, give me some relief 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 draftsman and was going to use it on me. The fact that she did n't bonk where my toy drawer was did n't even enter my intellect. I normally do n't like dildos, but I was so `` hot to jog '' that it felt goodness. The tip swirled around my entree a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

Her fingers found my clitoris 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 inside me. It went in further, about 2 inches, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those affair ? 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 unsaid desire the backbreaking shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my pegleg back and wide apart with her elbow joint and continued to play with my clitoris. Then I felt her natural language skip across my button, then off, then back again. Was she licking the fake tool 's shaft ? Weird.

Her font backed off and she pushed the dildo into me surd, 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 able to be manipulated with greater manual dexterity ... the poking seemed almost heavy in nature.

Then she had switched positions and was laying on me face to face, kissing me again and holding my fount in her hands. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my second joint and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard prick. I was so closing curtain, 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 face, and now squeezing my knocker, tweaking my nipple ? 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 ascendency. If I had mastery I would n't get invited her young man into my home. I would n't suffer gotten naked in front end of him ... I would n't have let him enter my bedroom while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she mean, help me with this ? I wanted to outcry, to scream, to push them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able to prompt my pass to the English, so spirit past her face. Her young man was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his heart glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my cover clitoris now, exciting me promote. Through the sexual fog I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an average crap brown ; nobody ever complimented them.

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

Her fellow, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each protuberance of his pelvic girdle on her fingers reverberated into my clitoris and twat lips, driving me to new heights 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 back accident 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 kiss Gabrielle back as she became increasingly excited about what was about to materialise, 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 man to my mammilla and tweaked them I could feel his cock beat inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading oceanic abyss interior. My coming, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my clitoris, my nipples, all at once. I screamed, but not in frustration or terror ; in ecstasy !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my teat, nibbling on them, drawing them out with sucking and tripping use of her teeth. Her young man started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting More of his severe sperm-filled semen deep inside my hot, fat groove. I cried out again, my coming rolling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing appendage as the lastly spurts 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 stimulate been a lot more upset. What was wrong with me ?

I went to the bathroom. After peeing I sat on the commode for another 15 minutes, hoping gravity would leak out the semen out of me. No such luck ... it had had hr to overcharge in.

I should have 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, watch out TV, browsed the Internet ... I found a particularly hot internet site with Lesbian and stayed there for a piece, fingering myself, but I just could n't get off !

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

There was this slim girl with short twinkle brown whisker, a t-shirt, jeans and no makeup dancing with some other girls. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together most of the Nox. I took her back to my place.

For some understanding I was very passive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all nighttime. I let her take control, pulling my clothes from my body, massaging my breasts. I was naked before her but she still had her apparel on. She asked me to get on my hands 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 instant I felt her get behind me and something poked at my wet twat. Yes ! That was what I wanted ! Alex must accept put on my strap-on dildo ... what a dear !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussy sass, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hips back, trying to capture the head teacher between them. I did it, and she pushed into me a few inch. 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 flavour of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few in, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So good ! A few more thrust and she bottomed out ... I felt so full ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing sparks of pleasure to flash from my clit. She really knew how to use that affair !

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 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 peg to play with her button. 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 penis ramming into me, was a swollen ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder joint at the thin 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 cause pulled away ... I should give yelled ... I should have done something former 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 cock expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his seed deep within my productive depth, and God assist me, it was what I was waiting for. His frantic thrusting hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my cheek into the pillow and screamed in a combining of exaltation and panic, my cunt pulling his sperm cell thick inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My tight pussy spasmed around his stopcock, extending his orgasm and pulling more squirt from him. It seemed to never end.

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


In the morning I woke and went to run. Once again I did n't chat a clinic. My horniness went away and I just went through life like an automaton. A mate 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 be intimate what was improper with me ? It was like I was on antidepressant or something ; I should have been unrestrained !

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

More months passed. My breasts got bigger, which I was sort of glad about. I did n't like the weight profit. As I got closer my due escort I felt like a beached whale.

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

As the Doctor of the Church handed me my tyke I knew what I would name her. I suppose I had always known.

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