This is a story of insouciant, unprotected sex, and is a body of work of fiction. In rattling life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the retard who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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Possession : Green Eyed Monster ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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

The electric discharge of aliveness was leaving those gorgeous emerald orb. I gripped my script tighter around her throat until I knew she was gone, then collapsed on top of her unmoving eubstance, sobbing.

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


Six calendar month ago : Picture a tall brown-haired charwoman with suntanned pelt and brownness centre ( me ), feeling lost at a champion 's party because I did n't have it off many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the woman there were most likely straight, my friend ( more of an acquaintance, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to allow for when I bumped into a small, slim blonde in a tight-fitting blouse and quagmire. Her rye and genus Cola splashed onto her blouse, making the dark fabric instantly gauze-like. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with paper towels, getting a fiddling ghost and feel in the process, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her middle. Something electric went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful deep green oculus I had ever seen. With those eyes, her sightly hair and ethereal features, I thought for a moment 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 heart. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.

I took her back to my position that night and showed her how much unspoiled woman are as lovers than men. What do men get laid about the female soundbox, 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 calendar month ... I was so well-chosen ! She stayed at my space 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 person. I do n't know what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was restrained and aloof. We made have intercourse a couple times but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and tell 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 role player penises in my assembling for my devotee ( I hate the stupid-looking thing ), and I told her we could dramatise, or perhaps go for in vitro fecundation ? 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 void parking lot. I told her I wanted her back ... I would do anything ! She told me to go away 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. Nobody was there. multitude shout all the clip in the metropolis, so we did n't attract any tending, and my sudden choking attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the frigidity pavement.


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

You must believe me a cold, malefic mortal ... I 'm not ! I cried all nighttime and near of the day after. I took a sick 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 coat of arms. Then she became alike mist, and my hands went through her. The transparent filaments of her psyche covered me like a second tegument, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no anamnesis of how I got there. There was a diminished split second of bright green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no longsighted there. I shook my head and went back to bed.


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

I dolled myself up and put on a shortly black dress and some mellow heeled heart that showed off my trim branch ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never leave the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some Loretta Young Lady on the dance storey who would n't heed dancing with former charwoman, 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 flooring ! ) They accepted me correctly away, maybe because there were n't many dancer that night. We did some bumping and detrition, and turning on the onlookers ... yow !

There was a red-header with big boobs, a slim brunette, and a couplet of blondes who looked like sisters. The red-header grabbed my attention, and I grabbed her titty when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but did n't pluck away ... yes !

We got hot and labored on the floor and her Quaker eventually scattered back to their tabular array. 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 board. 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 other position checking me out. Uh uh, buddy, I broadcasted. She tried to yell something to me but the tinker's dam music was too loud. I leaned closer ... her public figure was Gabrielle ...

... and then the medicine was different, just like that. Stupid DJ did n't jazz how to handle right transitions ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the final couple minutes ...

Gabrielle 's mitt 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 hand on my breast ... only I did n't sleep together it was actually the guy 's hand. How a great deal had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the midriff of my livelihood elbow room. The guy was on the couch observation us, idly rubbing the bulge in his trousers. That should suffer bothered me, but it did n't ... I was totally focused on the gorgeous redheaded woodpecker and her incredibly-formed mammaries.

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

We sidled into the bedroom, Gabrielle almost falling over as my fingerbreadth explored her intumescent pussy. 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 : women lick pussy best !

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

Gabrielle dived into my muff and I closed my optic. I was already keyed up from the action in the bar and in the living room, and came quickly, my fingers pinching and twisting at my erect nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 locating and all I could see was her fine, ok ass. I pulled her cunny back to my cheek, piercing her bend with my extended glossa. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't lick me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to thrust my pelvis up toward her face. C'mon, give me some relief here ! I thought.

Then I felt her root for the folds of my cunt apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must sustain 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 live where my toy drawer was did n't even enter my creative thinker. I normally do n't care dildos, but I was so `` hot to trot '' that it felt unspoiled. The tip swirled around my entry a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

Her finger found my clitoris and I gasped into her pussy 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 more of the prick inside me. It went in further, about 2 inches, and it felt unbelievable ! Why did I not like those things ? Too cold and credit card ? This one was n't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in resolution to my unvoiced desire the hard shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my wooden leg back and wide apart with her elbows and continued to meet with my clit. Then I felt her tongue skip across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the pseudo turncock 's shaft ? Weird.

Her look backed off and she pushed the dildo into me grueling, 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 belittled dildo should be able to be manipulated with corking dexterity ... the thrusting seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched positions and was laying on me face to face up, kissing me again and holding my face in her hands. She was so beautiful ! men wrapped around my second joint and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard putz. I was so close, 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 expression, and now squeezing my breasts, 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 turncock is so good, is n't it ? I 'm so well-chosen we can help you with this. ``

Then I realized : I had no restraint. If I had dominance I would n't have invited her boyfriend into my home. I would n't have gotten naked in front of him ... I would n't give let him enter my sleeping room while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she mean, help me with this ? I wanted to call out, to hollo, to tug 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 attend past her cheek. Her beau 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 strain clitoris now, exciting me further. Through the sexual fog I wondered about his scuttlebutt. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary Irish bull Brown University ; nobody ever complimented them.

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

Her swain, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his pelvis on her fingerbreadth reverberated into my clit and pussy mouth, driving me to new height of sexual heat.

Heat ... in heat ...

OH GOD ! I was ovulating ! I looked down at his shaft piercing my Virgo the 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 safety on.

Again, I could n't say or do anything about it. I could groan, I could dribble, I could kiss 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 helping hand to my tit and tweaked them I could palpate his cock heartbeat inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading mystifying inside. My orgasm, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my button, my nipple, all at once. I screamed, but not in frustration or terror ; in ecstasy !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my nipples, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suction and light use of her teeth. Her boyfriend started thrusting again, extending his sexual climax and spurting more of his grievous sperm-filled semen late inside my hot, fecund channel. I cried out again, my orgasm wheeling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member as the conclusion spurts resolved.

Then I passed out.


I woke up in the sunrise, alone. I was sore down there, understandably, not having had sex with a man before. I should have been a lot more than upset. What was ill-timed with me ?

I went to the john. 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 hr to soak in.

I should receive gone to a clinic for the morning-after lozenge ; I do n't fuck 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 website with gay woman and stayed there for a while, 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 pants and hit the order again.

There was this melt off girl with unawares light brown hair, a jersey, jeans and no makeup dancing with some former young woman. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together most 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 restraint, 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 articulatio genus 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 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 dear !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my purulent rim, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hips back, trying to entrance the headland 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 phrenetic, pushing back, trying to get it deeper into me.

Finally Alex pushed several in into me, hard. I groaned in pleasure ... this was what I wanted ! I used to hate the look of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few in, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So good ! A few more thrusts and she bottomed out ... I felt so good ! She ground her hip into me, causing sparks of pleasure to dash from my clit. She really knew how to use that matter !

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-bending climax and I had n't given her any delight whatsoever ! I reached between my legs to represent with her clit. My fingerbreadth 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 puff up ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the slim Edward 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 give birth pulled away ... I should have yelled ... I should stimulate 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 cock expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his semen deep within my fertile astuteness, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His frenzied poke hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed in a combining of ecstasy and affright, my cunt pulling his sperm deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My tight kitty-cat spasmed around his cock, extending his orgasm and pulling more spurt 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 threshold. typical man.


In the morning I woke and went to cultivate. Once again I did n't gossip a clinic. My horniness went away and I just went through life like an automaton. A couple 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 out. I took it all in stride. I do n't know what was wrong with me ? It was like I was on antidepressants or something ; I should take in been frantic !

calendar month passed and my belly filled out. I went to the doc to make sure the infant was hefty but I could n't ask about an abortion. I was worried about the infant, not myself. It just was n't like me.

Thomas More calendar month passed. My chest got expectant, which I was form of happy about. I did n't like the weight amplification. As I got closer my due particular date I felt like a beached whale.

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

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

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