This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real animation, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit 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 putting surface eye. She was mine, and I loved her.

The spark of aliveness 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 body, sobbing.

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


Six calendar month ago : delineation a tall brown-haired cleaning lady with tan skin and dark-brown eyes ( me ), feeling lost at a protagonist 's company because I did n't eff many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most likely straight, my friend ( more of an friend, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to leave when I bumped into a belittled, slim blond in a tight-fitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and Aspinwall splashed onto her blouse, making the dark framework instantly diaphanous. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with report towels, getting a little hint 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 abstruse leafy vegetable eyes I had ever seen. With those optic, her fair tomentum and ethereal feature of speech, 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 handwriting, which had stopped between her boob when I saw her eyes. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.

I took her back to my plaza that night and showed her how much better adult female are as fan than men. What do men bang about the female person body, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 age, and let me say you, I know it quite literally inside and out ! She had never been with a woman before, and it was exciting to make love 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 cognize what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was quiet and remote. We made hump a couple times but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and secernate me she did n't want to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to suffer children, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few fake member in my collection for my devotee ( I hate the stupid-looking things ), and I told her we could take up, or perhaps go for in vitro fertilization ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't sing for a week. Finally I confronted her one night out rear 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 lead her alone. I yelled at her ...

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


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. Nobody was there. multitude shout all the time in the city, so we did n't attract any attention, and my sudden choking flak had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the honey of my life behind on the cold pavement.


The murder appeared in the news show but I was never contacted by the law. It seemed robbery was the obvious need, as her bag was missing. soul 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 sensed connection between us.

You must recall me a moth-eaten, evil someone ... I 'm not ! I cried all night and most of the day after. I took a queasy day and napped in the good afternoon. I had the strangest dream that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became like mist, and my manpower went through her. The cobwebby filament of her soul covered me like a arcsecond tegument, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to find out myself standing in social movement of the lavatory mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a lowly flash of glorious greenness in the mirror but when I looked again it was no yearner there. I shook my brain and went back to bed.


It was Friday nighttime 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 particular itchiness will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a nice girlfriend to have some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a inadequate Negro dress and some high-pitched heeled ticker that showed off my trim down legs ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never allow for the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some untested noblewoman on the terpsichore floor who would n't bear in mind dancing with other charwoman, and sometimes you could notice 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 speculation, since that 's how many were on the flooring ! ) They accepted me correctly away, maybe because there were n't many social dancer that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the looker-on ... yow !

There was a Aythya americana with big dope, a slim brunette, and a couple of blond who looked like Sister. The redhead grabbed my attending, and I grabbed her knockers when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but did n't rip away ... yes !

We got hot and clayey on the floor and her friends eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey candy kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my eyes and pulled me off the storey 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 shoulder joint. 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, brother, I broadcasted. She tried to shout out something to me but the shucks music was too loud. I leaned closer ... her epithet was Gabrielle ...

... and then the euphony was dissimilar, just like that. Stupid DJ did n't know how to cover proper transitions ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the last 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 other, her hand on my breast ... only I did n't cognise it was actually the guy 's hand. How a great deal had I drunk that Night ?

Then we were at my space and we were stripping off our dress while still kissing in the heart of my animation room. The guy was on the put watching us, idly rubbing the protuberance in his trousers. That should bear 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 mamilla were prominent. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my foreland against them ... heaven !

We sidled into the bedroom, Gabrielle almost falling over as my finger explored her tumescent pussy. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' patch of fuzz 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 respective times I rolled over onto my back. My mind registered that her boyfriend was in the threshold, still rubbing his private parts, 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 sustenance elbow room, and came quickly, my digit pinching and twisting at my tumid nipples.

Gabrielle quickly switched into a 69 posture and all I could see was her fine, fine ass. I pulled her cunny back to my face, piercing her folds with my extended spit. 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 pull the sheepcote of my twat apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must cause 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 upright. 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 snatch 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 Thomas More of the prick inside me. It went in further, about 2 inch, and it felt unbelievable ! Why did I not like those things ? Too dusty 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 unvoiced diaphysis pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my legs back and wide apart with her elbows and continued to play with my clitoris. Then I felt her natural language skip across my clitoris, then off, then back again. Was she licking the fake cock 's shaft ? Weird.

Her side backed off and she pushed the dildo into me operose, knocking the breath from me. Wow, she was warm ! 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 enceinte dexterity ... the jabbing seemed almost heavy in nature.

Then she had switched positions and was laying on me face to face, kissing me again and holding my face in her mitt. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard tool. I was so close-fitting, 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 font, and now squeezing my knocker, tweaking my nipples ? What ... what ... ?

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

Then I realized : I had no mastery. If I had ascendency I would n't have invited her boyfriend into my home. I would n't have gotten naked in forepart 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 shout, to yell, to push them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able to move my head teacher to the side, so wait past her face. Her boyfriend was between my branch, thrusting faster now, his middle glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my extended button now, exciting me further. Through the sexual daze I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary bicycle crap brown ; nonentity ever complimented them.

intellection that I wanted to see more of whatshisname as he fucked me, Gabrielle slipped to the slope and knelt beside me. Her finger moved down to my button and massaged it, sending frisson up my back. Uh ! Oh God !

Her young man, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his hip on her fingers reverberated into my clit and puss back talk, driving me to new tiptop of sexual heat.

heat energy ... 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 fury. On the rear 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 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 hands to my pap and tweaked them I could feel his cock pulse inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading deep interior. My climax, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my clitoris, my pap, all at once. I screamed, but not in defeat 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 boyfriend started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting more of his dangerous sperm-filled semen deep inside my hot, fertile groove. I cried out again, my orgasm peal over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member as the last squirt 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 got been a lot Sir Thomas More upset. What was wrong with me ?

I went to the bathroom. After peeing I sat on the gutter for another 15 transactions, hoping gravity would leak the ejaculate 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 hump why I did n't. Instead, I went through the day like a zombie. I ate, watched TV, browsed the cyberspace ... 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 leave. I put on a sheer half-top and some sloshed leather pants and hit the clubs again.

There was this slim little girl with forgetful twinkle dark-brown hair, a tee shirt, jeans and no makeup dancing with some other girls. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together most of the night. I took her back to my place.

For some rationality I was very passive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all night. I let her take restraint, pulling my clothes from my physical structure, massaging my white meat. I was naked before her but she still had her clothes on. She asked me to get on my hands and knee 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 pussycat. 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 lips, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hips back, trying to capture the chief 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 frantic, pushing back, trying to get it rich into me.

Finally Alex pushed several inches into me, hard. I groaned in pleasure ... this was what I wanted ! I used to hate the feel of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few column inch, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So good ! A few Thomas More jab and she bottomed out ... I felt so wide ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing sparks of pleasure to blink from my clitoris. 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 poor love ... 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 recreate with her button. My fingers touched something hanging and fleshy ... what the -- ? ! I pushed myself up and looked down between my branch. There, hanging down from an obviously not-fake phallus ramming into me, was a swollen ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the melt off 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 let pulled away ... I should receive yelled ... I should give done something early than moving my hand back between my stage, 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 fertile depths, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His frantic poking hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my boldness into the pillow and screamed in a combining of cristal and terror, my cunt pulling his sperm cryptical inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My tight pussy spasmed around his putz, extending his orgasm and pulling more spurt from him. It seemed to never end.

Finally I collapsed. I was dimly mindful of Alex getting his apparel on and escaping via the front doorway. distinctive man.


In the morning time I woke and went to forge. Once again I did n't gossip a clinic. My hot pants went away and I just went through life history like an automaton. A match calendar week 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 get laid what was wrong with me ? It was like I was on antidepressant drug or something ; I should let been frenzied !

Months passed and my belly filled out. I went to the Doctor of the Church to make sure as shooting the child was good for you but I could n't ask about an miscarriage. I was worried about the baby, not myself. It just was n't like me.

More calendar month passed. My breasts got bigger, which I was kind of happy about. I did n't like the weight gain. As I got nigh my due engagement I felt like a beached whale.

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

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

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