This is a narration of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all variety of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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

The spark of life 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 consistence, sobbing.

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


Six months ago : Picture a marvelous dark-haired woman with tanned cutis and chocolate-brown oculus ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's party because I did n't have sex many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the woman there were most probable straightaway, my ally ( more of an conversancy, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to pull up stakes when I bumped into a lowly, slim blonde in a tightly fitting blouse and drop-off. Her rye and El Salvadoran colon splashed onto her blouse, making the dark fabric instantly cobwebby. 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 feeling and smell in the summons, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her eyes. Something galvanising went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful deep green center I had ever seen. With those heart, her honest hair and ethereal features, I thought for a second that I had met an elf !

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

'' Jolene, '' she replied, and looked down at my script, which had stopped between her titty when I saw her middle. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.

I took her back to my space that night and showed her how a great deal better womanhood are as fan than men. What do men cognize about the female dead body, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 geezerhood, 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 jazz 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 folks in Beaver State for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a unlike somebody. I do n't acknowledge what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was quiet and distant. We made love a pair times but she seemed limit, withdrawn.

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

We did n't talk for a week. Finally I confronted her one night out back of her work, in the darkened and hollow 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 deal around her neck ...


I had killed her ! No ! !

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


The execution appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motif, as her purse was missing. someone must throw stolen it before the law were called, lucky for me ! I did n't even know if Jolene had told any of her friend about me, so it was potential that there was no perceived connection between us.

You must mean me a cold, evil person ... I 'm not ! I cried all night and to the highest degree of the day after. I took a demented day and napped in the afternoon. I had the unusual dream that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became like mist, and my hired hand went through her. The cobwebby fibril of her soul covered me like a second cutis, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to discover myself standing in forepart of the bathroom mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a small flash of brilliant Green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no foresighted there. I shook my nous and went back to bed.


It was Friday night 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 scabies will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could discover a dainty girl to have some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a forgetful black dress and some high heeled pump that showed off my lop legs ... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I 'd never pull up stakes the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some Cy Young ma'am on the terpsichore floor who would n't beware dancing with other fair sex, and sometimes you could find some who were interesting in ... experimenting. I found a gaggle of girls strutting their poppycock and moved in. ( How many make a gaggle anyway ? Four I guess, since that 's how many were on the story ! ) They accepted me right away, maybe because there were n't many dancers that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the onlooker ... yow !

There was a redhead with big boobs, a slim brunette, and a couple of blondes who looked like sisters. The redhead grabbed my care, and I grabbed her boob when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but did n't rend away ... yes !

We got hot and overweight on the floor and her friends eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey buss 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. Uh, what the piece of ass ?

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

... and then the music was different, just like that. pudden-head DJ did n't have it away how to handle right changeover ! I looked around ... wow, the place had really cleared out in the last duad minutes ...

Gabrielle 's bridge player was on my thigh under the mesa, 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 make love it was actually the guy 's hand. How very much had I drunk that night ?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the centre of my life room. The guy was on the couch observance us, idly rubbing the bulge in his pant. 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 mark mamilla were outstanding. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my head against them ... heaven !

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

After bringing her to orgasm several times I rolled over onto my spinal column. My mind registered that her swain 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 middle. I was already keyed up from the action in the bar and in the aliveness way, 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 ticket, fine ass. I pulled her cunny back to my brass, piercing her flexure with my extended clapper. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't thrash me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to thrust my renal pelvis up toward her expression. C'mon, consecrate me some relief here ! I thought.

Then I felt her pull the fold of my snatch 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 lie with where my toy drawer was did n't even accede my brain. I normally do n't care dildos, but I was so `` hot to trot '' that it felt good. The tip swirled around my entranceway a bit, then dipped in, my excitement having really lubricated the way in.

Her finger's breadth found my clitoris and I gasped into her cunt 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 beam of light inside me. It went in farther, about 2 inches, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those things ? 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 unverbalised desire the hard shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in ecstasy. Gabrielle was now holding my leg back and all-embracing apart with her elbows and continued to encounter with my button. Then I felt her tongue skip across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the counterfeit cock 's shaft ? Weird.

Her face backed off and she pushed the dildo into me harder, knocking the breathing spell from me. Wow, she was inviolable ! 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 dexterity ... the poke seemed almost ponderous in nature.

Then she had switched positions and was laying on me face to confront, kissing me again and holding my face in her manpower. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting heavy cock. I was so conclusion, gasping.

Then I realized that there were too many paw 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 chest, tweaking my nipples ? What ... what ... ?

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

Then I realized : I had no control. If I had ascendancy I would n't have invited her boyfriend into my abode. I would n't have gotten naked in front of him ... I would n't have let him come in my bedchamber while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she mean, help 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 to move my head to the English, so flavour past her face. Her swain was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his middle glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my drawn-out clitoris now, exciting me further. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his gossip. My middle were actually quite an ordinary crap Brown University ; nobody ever complimented them.

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

Her beau, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bulge of his pelvis on her finger reverberated into my button and pussy sass, driving me to new heights of sexual heat.

heating plant ... in heat ...

OH GOD ! I was ovulating ! I looked down at his turncock piercing my virgin snatch. He was stroking back, almost all the way out, then back in with increasing ferocity. On the game CVA 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 lay off it. WHY ? !

'' Ouh ! UH ! '' He cried out, jamming as far into me as he could, and stopped. As Gabrielle moved her hands to my mammilla and tweaked them I could sense his cock pulse inside me, once, twice, fondness spreading deep inside. My climax, 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 cristal !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my nipples, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suction and unclouded use of her tooth. Her fellow started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting Sir Thomas More of his dangerous sperm-filled cum trench inside my hot, fertile channel. I cried out again, my climax pealing over and through me, now centered around his throbbing penis as the finis jet resolved.

Then I passed out.


I woke up in the first light, 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 wrongfulness with me ?

I went to the bathroom. After peeing I sat on the commode for another 15 minutes, hoping sombreness would leak the ejaculate out of me. No such luck ... it had had hour to plume in.

I should cause 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 automaton. I ate, watched 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 charwoman, one that would help me to forget. I put on a sheer half-top and some stringent leather trouser and hit the clubs again.

There was this slim girl with inadequate light brown hair's-breadth, a tee shirt, dungaree and no makeup dancing with some former daughter. 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 passive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all night. I let her consider mastery, pulling my clothes from my body, massaging my breasts. I was naked before her but she still had her clothes on. She asked me to get on my bridge player and articulatio genus facing away from her, then proceeded to eat my pussy from behind.

It was cristal, but I still could n't cum ; something was missing. After about 10 mo I felt her get behind me and something poked at my wet puss. Yes ! That was what I wanted ! Alex must have put on my strap-on dildo ... what a lamb !

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 question 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 deeply into me.

Finally Alex pushed several inches into me, hard. I groaned in pleasure ... this was what I wanted ! I used to hate the flavour of the dildos ... what had changed ? She pulled out a few inches, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So just ! A few Thomas More jabbing and she bottomed out ... I felt so full ! She ground her pelvis into me, causing twinkle of pleasure to flash from my clit. She really knew how to use that thing !

She grabbed my articulatio coxae 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 climax and I had n't given her any pleasure whatsoever ! I reached between my legs to play with her clit. My fingers touched something dangling and fleshy ... what the -- ? ! I pushed myself up and looked down between my branch. There, hanging down from an obviously not-fake penis ramming into me, was a vain ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the reduce Brigham 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 sustain pulled away ... I should own yelled ... I should have done something other than moving my mitt back between my leg, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a tenuous squeeze.

'' Uaaah ! Aarhh ! '' Alex yelled, thrusting harder. His cock expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his seeded player deep within my fertile profoundness, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His unrestrained thrusting hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed in a combining of ecstasy and little terror, my cunt pulling his sperm deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My fast kitty-cat spasmed around his cock, extending his orgasm and pulling More spurts 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 door. Typical man.


In the cockcrow I woke and went to shape. Once again I did n't visit a clinic. My hot pants went away and I just went through animation like an automaton. A couple calendar week passed ...

I missed my flow. 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 know what was wrong with me ? It was like I was on antidepressants or something ; I should take in been delirious !

Months passed and my belly filled out. I went to the doctor to create sure the baby was healthy but I could n't ask about an abortion. I was worried about the baby, not myself. It just was n't care me.

More months passed. My bosom got braggy, which I was kind of glad about. I did n't like the weight unit gain. As I got nearer my due escort I felt like a beached whale.

Finally I was giving birthing at the hospital. I was given an extradural ( give thanks God ), and after 8 hr of Department of Labor she came out : my baby.

As the Dr. handed me my small fry I knew what I would name her. I suppose I had always known.

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