This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real number life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the imbecile 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 green eyes. She was mine, and I loved her.

The spark of life sentence 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 nonmoving organic structure, sobbing.

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


Six month ago : characterization a tall brown-haired woman with bronzed tegument and brown eyes ( me ), feeling lost at a friend's company because I didn't know many citizenry there. What was I thinking ? I didn't like men, and all the women there were most likely straight, my supporter ( more of an conversance, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to allow when I bumped into a small, slim blonde in a tight-fitting blouse and slack water. Her rye and cola splashed onto her blouse, making the dark framework instantly see-through. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with composition towels, getting a little trace and feel in the unconscious process, and as she tried to convince me it was no big matter I looked into her middle. Something electric went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful cryptical green center I had ever seen. With those eyes, her fair hair's-breadth and ethereal features, 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 hired 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 place that night and showed her how much better women are as buff than men. What do men make love about the female person consistence, after all ? I've lived in one for 30 age, and let me severalise you, I know it quite literally inside and out ! She had never been with a char before, and it was exciting to know 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 Oregon for a calendar week, and when she returned she seemed to be a different mortal. I don'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 intercourse a couple prison term but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and told me she didn'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 fake penises in my collection for my lover ( 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 didn't talk for a workweek. Finally I confronted her one Nox out back 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 leave her alone. I yelled at her...

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


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, romantic. Nobody was there. citizenry shout all the time in the city, so we didn't attract any care, and my sudden choking attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the sexual love of my life history behind on the common cold pavement.


The murder appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motive, as her bag was missing. Someone must have stolen it before the police force were called, lucky for me ! I didn't even know if Jolene had told any of her friends about me, so it was possible that there was no perceived connection between us.

You must cerebrate me a cold, malefic person... I'm not ! I cried all Nox and most of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the 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 find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no anamnesis of how I got there. There was a small twinkling of superb green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no longer there. I shook my forefront 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 itch will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a decent miss to feature some fun with tonight ?

I dolled myself up and put on a short Negro dress and some high heeled pump that showed off my trim legs... mmm ! If only I could clone myself, I'd never leave the apartment !

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young ladies on the terpsichore floor who wouldn't mind dancing with other women, and sometimes you could feel some who were interesting in... experimenting. I found a gaggle of daughter strutting their stuff and moved in. ( How many make a gaggle anyway ? Four I guess, since that's how many were on the floor ! ) They accepted me ripe away, maybe because there weren't many dancers that Nox. We did some bumping and abrasion, and turning on the onlooker... yow !

There was a redheaded woodpecker with big boobs, a slim down brunet, and a couple of blonde who looked like sister. The red-header grabbed my care, and I grabbed her bosom when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but didn't pull away... yes !

We got hot and heavy on the floor and her friends 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 eyes and pulled me off the floor to her mesa. Her girlfriends and their boyfriend 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 succeeding to her, and the guy was on her early slope 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 didn't know how to care proper modulation ! I looked around... wow, the post had really cleared out in the last brace 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 hired hand on my boob... only I didn't know it was actually the guy's hand. How much had I drunk that Night ?

Then we were at my spot and we were stripping off our garb while still kissing in the midriff of my living room. The guy was on the couch observation us, idly rubbing the protuberance in his pant. That should have bothered me, but it didn't... I was totally focused on the gorgeous redheaded woodpecker 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 heading against them... heaven !

We sidled into the bedroom, Gabrielle almost falling over as my finger explored her puffy pussy. She was shaved down there, with just an " Adolf " plot of hair left wing, which I loved. Once she lay back on the bed I dived in, teaching her what I said earlier : fair sex lick pussy best !

After bringing her to orgasm various metre I rolled over onto my back. My mind registered that her young man 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 optic. I was already keyed up from the action in the bar and in the bread and butter room, and came quickly, my digit 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 faithful with my extended lingua. She gasped and played with my pussy, but didn't lick me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to thrust my pelvis up toward her face. C'mon, pay me some succour here ! I thought.

Then I felt her pull the folds of my pussy apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must experience pulled one of my dildos out of my toy drawer and was going to use it on me. The fact that she didn't know where my toy drawer was didn't even enter my brain. I normally don't like dildos, but I was so " hot to trot " that it felt dependable. The tip swirled around my entree a bit, then dipped in, my hullabaloo having really lubricated the way in.

Her digit 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 pelvic arch kept thrusting up, trying to get more of the prick inside me. It went in boost, about 2 column inch, and it felt unbelievable ! Why did I not like those matter ? Too cold and charge card ? This one wasn't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in resolution to my wordless desire the severe shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in transport. Gabrielle was now holding my legs back and encompassing apart with her elbows and continued to represent with my clit. Then I felt her tongue omission across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the pseud turncock's light beam ? Weird.

Her nerve backed off and she pushed the dildo into me severe, knocking the breath from me. Wow, she was potent ! 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 with child 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 face in her hands. She was so beautiful ! Hands wrapped around my thigh and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard rooster. I was so shut, gasping.

Then I realized that there were too many script 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 can't believe you're a virgin. Denny's cock is so good, isn't it ? I'm so felicitous we can help you with this. "

Then I realized : I had no command. If I had control I wouldn't have invited her beau into my home. I wouldn't have gotten naked in movement of him... I wouldn't have let him inscribe my bedroom while I was having sex with his girl. What did she mean, aid me with this ? I wanted to shout, to cry, to labor them both off me, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I ?

I was capable to run my straits to the side of meat, so seem past her human face. Her boyfriend was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his oculus glued to my face.

" I love your heart, " he said, thrusting even faster.

His thrusting were hitting my extended clitoris now, exciting me further. Through the sexual daze I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary bull brownness ; nobody ever complimented them.

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

Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each protuberance of his pelvis on her fingers reverberated into my clit and pussy backtalk, driving me to new summit of sexual heat.

heating... in heat energy...

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 furiousness. On the back strokes I could see quite clearly that he had no condom on.

Again, I couldn'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 couldn'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 mammilla and tweaked them I could feel his cock pulse inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading deep inside. My sexual climax, which was delayed when I realized what was happening, suddenly exploded outward from my G-spot, my button, my nipples, all at once. I screamed, but not in defeat or scourge ; in go !

My back arched and Gabrielle sucked on my nipples, nibbling on them, drawing them out with suck and lightly use of her tooth. Her boyfriend started thrusting again, extending his orgasm and spurting Thomas More of his serious sperm-filled semen deep inside my hot, fertile channel. I cried out again, my coming peal over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member as the stopping point squirt resolved.

Then I passed out.


I woke up in the dayspring, 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 wrong with me ?

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

I should have gone to a clinic for the morning-after pill ; I don't know why I didn't. Instead, I went through the day like a zombie. I ate, learn TV, browsed the Internet... I found a particularly hot situation with lesbian and stayed there for a while, fingering myself, but I just couldn't get off !

I needed a woman, one that would help oneself me to block. I put on a sheer half-top and some mingy leather pants and hit the clubs again.

There was this slim girl with short brightness level brown hair, a jersey, jeans and no composition dancing with some early little girl. 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 dark. I let her take control, pulling my clothes 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 genu facing away from her, then proceeded to eat my pussy from behind.

It was ecstasy, but I still couldn'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 pussy lips, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hips back, trying to captivate the principal between them. I did it, and she pushed into me a few column inch. Then she pulled back out, leaving just the tip inside. I swear it was throbbing ! I was frantic, pushing back, trying to get it deep into me.

Finally Alex pushed various column inch 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 thrusts and she bottomed out... I felt so full ! She ground her renal pelvis into me, causing sparks of pleasure to dart from my clit. She really knew how to use that affair !

She grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming from pleasure, even though I still hadn't cum yet !

Alex was gasping now. Oh, the short dear... here she was bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm and I hadn't given her any pleasure whatsoever ! I reached between my leg to fiddle 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 phallus ramming into me, was a swollen ball-sack ! I looked over my shoulder at the svelte young man who was fucking me. How had I mistaken him for a womanhood ? ! Now that his shirt was off it was pretty damn obvious !

I should have pulled away... I should have yelled... I should accept done something other than moving my hand back between my peg, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a cold-shoulder squeeze.

" Uaaah ! Aarhh ! " Alex yelled, thrusting harder. His tool expanded inside me, hot and throbbing. I knew he was shooting his germ deep within my rich deepness, and God aid me, it was what I was waiting for. His frantic thrust hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my grimace into the pillow and screamed in a combination of ecstasy and terror, my slit pulling his spermatozoan deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My fast twat spasmed around his tool, extending his orgasm and pulling more jet from him. It seemed to never end.

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


In the morn I woke and went to exploit. Once again I didn't visit a clinic. My horniness went away and I just went through lifespan like an automaton. A duet weeks passed...

I missed my time period. It normally arrived like clockwork, so it was fairly obvious what had happened. I didn't freak out. I took it all in step. I don't know what was unseasonable with me ? It was like I was on antidepressants or something ; I should have been frantic !

calendar month passed and my belly filled out. I went to the MD to ca-ca sure the baby was healthy but I couldn't ask about an abortion. I was worried about the baby, not myself. It just wasn't like me.

Sir Thomas More month passed. My tit got magnanimous, which I was kind of happy about. I didn't like the weight increase. As I got nearer my due escort I felt like a beached whale.

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

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

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