This is a level of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real lifespan, use a safety, 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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Possession : Green Eyed goliath ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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

The Muriel Sarah Spark of life was leaving those gorgeous emerald ball. 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 issue forth to this ? I thought she loved me !


Six months ago : Picture a tall brown-haired woman with tan skin and brownness heart ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's political party because I did n't hump many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the cleaning lady there were most likely straight, my friend ( more of an acquaintance, really ) being somewhat of a puritan. I had turned to pass on when I bumped into a pocket-sized, slim blonde in a tightly fitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and Cola splashed onto her blouse, making the sour framework instantly see-through. 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 tactual sensation and smell in the process, and as she tried to convert 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 deep light-green optic I had ever seen. With those oculus, her fair hair and ethereal features, I thought for a present moment that I had met an elf !

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

'' Jolene, '' she replied, and looked down at my hired hand, which had stopped between her breasts when I saw her middle. 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 women are as buff than men. What do men sleep together about the female person organic structure, 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 womanhood before, and it was exciting to acknowledge that I was taking her `` lesbinity. ``

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

She went and visited her folk music in Oregon for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a dissimilar person. I do n't make out what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was calm down and distant. We made love a couple clock time but she seemed restrict, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and assure me she did n't require to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to ingest children, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few juke member in my collection for my lover ( I hate the stupid-looking affair ), and I told her we could dramatise, or perhaps go for in vitro fertilization ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't verbalise for a hebdomad. Finally I confronted her one night out backbone of her workplace, in the darkened and evacuate parking lot. I told her I wanted her back ... I would do anything ! She told me to impart her alone. I yelled at her ...

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


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, romantic. Nobody was there. hoi polloi shout all the time in the city, so we did n't attract any tending, and my sudden throttling attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the dearest of my liveliness behind on the cold pavement.


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

You must retrieve me a cold, wickedness person ... I 'm not ! I cried all dark and most of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the good afternoon. I had the strangest aspiration that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became same mist, and my hands went through her. The gossamer strand of her soul covered me like a second skin, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to obtain myself standing in social movement of the bathroom mirror, with no commemoration of how I got there. There was a low flash bulb of brilliant green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no retentive there. I shook my head and went back to bed.


It was Friday Nox and I was going to stay on at base, but I felt restless and horny. I usually get like that when I 'm ovulating, which is stupid because that special itch will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could notice a nice girl to sustain some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a short dark dress and some high heeled pumps that showed off my clip legs ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never leave the flat !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young Lady on the dance story who would n't mind dancing with former fair sex, and sometimes you could chance 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 right away, maybe because there were n't many terpsichorean that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the onlookers ... yow !

There was a redhead with big booby, a slim brunette, and a match of blond who looked like babe. 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 displume away ... yes !

We got hot and heavy on the floor and her protagonist eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my eye and pulled me off the floor to her tabular array. Her girlfriends and their fellow 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 nooky ?

She motioned for me to sit succeeding to her, and the guy was on her other incline checking me out. Uh uh, buddy, I broadcasted. She tried to yell something to me but the damn music was too loud. I leaned closer ... her name was Gabrielle ...

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

Gabrielle 's hired hand was on my second joint 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 paw on my titty ... only I did n't know it was actually the guy 's deal. How often had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my seat and we were stripping off our garb while still kissing in the centre of my living room. The guy was on the couch watching us, idly rubbing the bulge in his trousers. 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 pap were large. 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 fingerbreadth explored her puffy slit. She was shaved down there, with just an `` Adolf '' patch of hair left hand, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : adult female lick pussycat best !

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

Gabrielle dived into my fumble and I closed my oculus. 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 position and all I could see was her fine, fine ass. I pulled her cunny back to my face, piercing her fold with my hold out tongue. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't clobber me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to pierce my hip up toward her face. C'mon, give me some respite here ! I thought.

Then I felt her pull the folds of my pussy 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 ingress a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

Her fingers found my clitoris and I gasped into her twat as she pushed the dildo in. I found her clitoris as well, sucking lightly on it as my hip kept thrusting up, trying to get more of the shaft inside me. It went in encourage, about 2 column inch, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those matter ? Too insensate and charge plate ? This one was n't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in answer to my unvoiced desire the hard shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my peg back and wide of the mark apart with her elbows and continued to play with my clit. Then I felt her tongue omission across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the pseud cock 's beam ? Weird.

Her face backed off and she pushed the dildo into me hard, 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 lowly dildo should be capable to be manipulated with greater dexterity ... the thrusting seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched positions and was laying on me face to present, kissing me again and holding my face in her custody. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my thigh and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard cock. I was so finish, 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 breasts, 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 honest, is n't it ? I 'm so glad we can help oneself you with this. ``

Then I realized : I had no restraint. If I had control I would n't hold invited her fellow into my menage. I would n't take gotten naked in front of him ... I would n't have let him enter my bedroom while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she intend, serve me with this ? I wanted to shout, to scream, to labor them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able-bodied to move my caput to the side, so see past her face. Her boyfriend was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his oculus glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my extended clitoris now, exciting me further. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his scuttlebutt. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary crap brown ; cypher 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 fingers moved down to my clit and massaged it, sending shivers up my backbone. Uh ! Oh God !

Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his pelvis on her digit reverberated into my clit and pussy backtalk, driving me to new peak of intimate heat.

rut ... in heat ...

OH GOD ! I was ovulating ! I looked down at his cock piercing my virgin pussycat. 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 condom on.

Again, I could n't say or do anything about it. I could moan, I could drivel, I could osculate Gabrielle back as she became increasingly excited about what was about to bechance, 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 handwriting to my nipple and tweaked them I could feel his pecker pulse inside me, once, twice, affectionateness spreading mystifying interior. My orgasm, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my clit, my nipples, all at once. I screamed, but not in frustration or terror ; in raptus !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my mammilla, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suction and lighter use of her teeth. Her boyfriend started thrusting again, extending his sexual climax and spurting Sir Thomas More of his severe sperm-filled semen deep inside my hot, fertile canal. I cried out again, my sexual climax rolling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing appendage as the death 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 have been a lot more upset. What was amiss with me ?

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

I should hold gone to a clinic for the morning-after pill ; I do n't cognize why I did n't. Instead, I went through the day like a zombi. I ate, watch out TV, browsed the Internet ... I found a particularly hot site with lesbians 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 forget. I put on a sheer half-top and some tight leather pants and hit the nine again.

There was this slim down miss with short circuit light brownness hair's-breadth, a t-shirt, dungaree and no makeup dancing with some other girlfriend. I focused on her and she responded, and we danced together most of the night. I took her back to my place.

For some intellect I was very inactive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all Night. I let her postulate dominance, pulling my clothes from my body, massaging my titty. I was naked before her but she still had her wearing apparel on. She asked me to get on my hired man and knees facing away from her, then proceeded to eat my pussy from behind.

It was disco biscuit, 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 give birth put on my strap-on dildo ... what a honey !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussycat lips, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my coxa back, trying to captivate the straits 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 frenzied, pushing back, trying to get it recondite into me.

Finally Alex pushed several in into me, hard. I groaned in delight ... this was what I wanted ! I used to detest the feel of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few inch, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So good ! A few more thrusts and she bottomed out ... I felt so full ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing twinkle of delight to twinkle from my button. She really knew how to use that thing !

She grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming from pleasance, 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 meet 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 shoulder at the slim Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 have pulled away ... I should have yelled ... I should birth done something other than moving my hand back between my leg, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a little 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 depth, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His frenetic thrusting hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my typeface into the pillow and screamed in a combination of X and terror, my pussy pulling his sperm deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My tight pussy spasmed around his hammer, extending his orgasm and pulling more than squirt from him. It seemed to never end.

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


In the morning I woke and went to mould. Once again I did n't chaffer 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 antidepressant or something ; I should have been phrenetic !

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

More months passed. My breasts got prominent, which I was form of happy about. I did n't like the weight unit gain. As I got dear my due day of the month I felt like a beached whale.

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

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

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