Possession : Honey Oil Eyed Demon


First-Time, Pregnant
This is a account of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fiction. In real aliveness, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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self-possession : super acid Eyed Monster ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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

The spark of life was leaving those gorgeous emerald ball. I gripped my handwriting 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 : photograph a tall black-haired womanhood with bronze tegument and brownish eyes ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's party because I did n't recognize many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most probable straight, my Friend ( to a greater extent of an acquaintance, really ) being somewhat of a puritan. I had turned to entrust when I bumped into a small, slim down blond in a tightly fitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and colon splashed onto her blouse, making the dark textile instantly transparent. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with paper towels, getting a little spot and feel in the process, and as she tried to win over me it was no big matter I looked into her eyes. Something electrical went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful deep super C eyes I had ever seen. With those eyes, her fair fuzz and ethereal feature article, I thought for a here and now that I had met an elf !

'' I 'm, uh, Rachel, '' I managed to bumble 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 situation that night and showed her how much better fair sex are as lovers than men. What do men fuck about the female body, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 years, and let me secern you, I know it quite literally inside and out ! She had never been with a woman before, and it was exciting to do it that I was taking her `` lesbinity. ``

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

She went and visited her ethnic music in OR for a hebdomad, and when she returned she seemed to be a different mortal. 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 have a go at it a duo metre but she seemed quiet, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and tell apart me she did n't want to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to have tiddler, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few pretender penises in my collection for my fan ( 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 mouth for a week. Finally I confronted her one nighttime out dorsum 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 allow her alone. I yelled at her ...

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


I had killed her ! No ! !

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


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

You must opine me a cold, vicious person ... I 'm not ! I cried all Night and most of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the afternoon. I had the unusual ambition that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became care mist, and my deal went through her. The diaphanous filaments of her individual covered me like a second peel, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to find myself standing in front line of the bathroom mirror, with no anamnesis of how I got there. There was a small flash of brilliant jet in the mirror but when I looked again it was no longer there. I shook my headway and went back to bed.


It was Friday nighttime and I was going to persist 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 chance a nice girl to have some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a short black dress and some high heeled pumps that showed off my cut back leg ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never leave the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some offspring ladies on the dance storey who would n't beware dancing with other woman, and sometimes you could chance 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 trading floor ! ) They accepted me right away, maybe because there were n't many dancers that dark. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the onlooker ... yow !

There was a redhead with big bosom, a thin brunette, and a duad of blondes who looked like babe. The redheaded woodpecker grabbed my care, and I grabbed her titty when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious birdcall. She jumped, but did n't draw out away ... yes !

We got hot and expectant on the trading floor and her Quaker eventually scattered back to their table. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my centre and pulled me off the trading 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. Uh, what the fuck ?

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

... and then the medicine was different, just like that. dolt DJ did n't get it on how to handle right modulation ! I looked around ... wow, the position 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 early, her hand on my titty ... only I did n't have it off it was actually the guy 's hand. How much had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the middle of my support room. The guy was on the couch watching us, idly rubbing the gibbousness in his pant. That should ingest 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 puffy pussycat. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' patch of haircloth left, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : cleaning woman lick pussy best !

After bringing her to orgasm several times I rolled over onto my backrest. My nous 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 finger's breadth pinching and twisting at my tumid nipples.

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

Then I felt her pull the folds of my pussy apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must bear 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 know where my toy draftsman was did n't even go in my creative thinker. I normally do n't like dildos, but I was so `` hot to trot '' that it felt honest. The tip swirled around my entrance a bit, then dipped in, my excitation having really lubricated the way in.

Her fingers found my clitoris and I gasped into her pussy 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 in, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those affair ? 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 hard cock pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my legs back and full apart with her elbow and continued to recreate with my clit. Then I felt her tongue skip across my clitoris, then off, then back again. Was she licking the fake peter 's shaft ? Weird.

Her aspect 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 mother wit that a minuscule dildo should be able to be manipulated with great 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 hands. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting difficult cock. I was so closely, gasping.

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

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

Then I realized : I had no restraint. If I had control I would n't have invited her swain into my base. I would n't cause gotten naked in social movement of him ... I would n't deliver let him enter my bedroom while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she mean, help me with this ? I wanted to call 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 feel past her face. 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 extend clit now, exciting me further. Through the intimate haze I wondered about his gossip. My eyes were actually quite an average crap 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 fingerbreadth moved down to my clit and massaged it, sending shivers up my spine. Uh ! Oh God !

Her swain, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his hip on her finger's breadth reverberated into my clit and kitty-cat lip, driving me to new height of sexual heat.

Heat ... in heat ...

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

Again, I could n't say or do anything about it. I could groan, I could dribble, I could snog 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 hands to my nipples and tweaked them I could experience his cock pulse inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading deep interior. 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 foiling or terror ; in ecstasy !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my nipples, nibbling on them, drawing them out with sucking and light use of her teeth. Her young man started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting more of his grave sperm-filled semen deep inside my hot, fertile duct. I cried out again, my orgasm pealing over and through me, now centered around his throbbing phallus 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 get been a lot to a greater extent upset. What was wrong with me ?

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

I should throw 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 zombi. I ate, check TV, browsed the Internet ... I found a particularly hot site with lesbian and stayed there for a while, fingering myself, but I just could n't get off !

I needed a woman, one that would help me to blank out. I put on a sheer half-top and some plastered leather pants and hit the clubhouse again.

There was this slim girl with short visible light 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 virtually of the Nox. I took her back to my place.

For some intellect I was very passive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all night. I let her take control, pulling my wearing apparel from my eubstance, massaging my breasts. I was naked before her but she still had her clothes 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 rapture, but I still could n't cum ; something was missing. After about 10 minute 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 dear !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussy sassing, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my rosehip 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 phrenetic, pushing back, trying to get it recondite into me.

Finally Alex pushed respective inches into me, hard. I groaned in pleasure ... this was what I wanted ! I used to detest the feeling of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few inches, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So good ! A few more poke and she bottomed out ... I felt so full ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing sparks of pleasure to flash from my clitoris. She really knew how to use that thing !

She grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard. I bit the pillow to stay fresh 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 pegleg 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 penis ramming into me, was a swollen ball-sack ! I looked over my articulatio humeri at the slender 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 cause pulled away ... I should experience yelled ... I should have done something other than moving my helping hand back between my 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 rich depths, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His mad poking hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my side into the pillow and screamed in a compounding of ecstasy and affright, my cunt pulling his sperm deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My mingy pussy spasmed around his pecker, extending his coming and pulling more jet from him. It seemed to never end.

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


In the first light I woke and went to exploit. Once again I did n't visit a clinic. My horniness went away and I just went through liveliness like an automaton. A couple workweek passed ...

I missed my menses. 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 stride. I do n't do it what was wrong with me ? It was like I was on antidepressants or something ; I should ingest been frantic !

month passed and my belly filled out. I went to the physician to get sure the infant was sizeable but I could n't ask about an miscarriage. I was worried about the baby, not myself. It just was n't like me.

Thomas More month passed. My breasts got bigger, which I was form of happy about. I did n't like the weight gain. As I got closer my due 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 undertaking she came out : my baby.

As the doc handed me my nipper I knew what I would appoint her. I suppose I had always known.

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