This is a write up of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a employment of fiction. In actual life, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable infant, HIV and all variety of lesser intimate diseases await the moron who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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Possession : dark-green Eyed fiend ( FF, MFF, MF, con, mc, 1st, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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

The twinkle of life was leaving those gorgeous emerald orb. I gripped my manpower tighter around her throat until I knew she was gone, then collapsed on top of her nonmoving body, sobbing.

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


Six calendar month ago : motion picture a tall brown-haired woman with bronze hide and brown center ( me ), feeling lost at a friend 's party because I did n't sleep with many people there. What was I thinking ? I did n't like men, and all the women there were most in all probability straightaway, my ally ( More of an acquaintance, really ) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to allow when I bumped into a pocket-size, slim down blond in a tightfitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and Colon splashed onto her blouse, making the dark fabric instantly vaporous. I liked what I saw.

I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with newspaper publisher towels, getting a short jot and flavour in the process, and as she tried to convert me it was no big thing I looked into her optic. Something galvanizing went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful deep dark-green middle I had ever seen. With those middle, her just whisker and ethereal features, 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 breasts when I saw her eye. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.

I took her back to my place that Nox and showed her how much respectable women are as lovers than men. What do men get laid about the female body, after all ? I 've lived in one for 30 class, and let me tell 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 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 tribe in Oregon for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a unlike person. I do n't know what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was quiet and distant. We made make out a twain clip but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.

Finally she sat me down and say me she did n't want to be with me anymore. She was in her 30 's and wanted to sustain children, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few juke phallus in my aggregation for my lovers ( I hate the stupid-looking affair ), and I told her we could embrace, or perhaps go for in vitro fertilization ? She said perhaps, and went home.

We did n't babble for a calendar week. Finally I confronted her one night 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 bequeath 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 opening ...


I had killed her ! No ! !

I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. Nobody was there. mass shout all the prison term in the urban center, so we did n't pull any attention, and my sudden throttling approach had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the dusty pavement.


The murder appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motive, as her purse was missing. Someone must suffer stolen it before the police were called, lucky for me ! I did n't even know if Jolene had told any of her supporter about me, so it was possible that there was no comprehend connecter between us.

You must think me a cold, evil someone ... I 'm not ! I cried all Night and most of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the afternoon. I had the strangest dreaming that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became comparable mist, and my hands went through her. The gossamer filaments of her soul covered me like a second skin, and then slipped into me. We became one.

I woke to feel myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a pocket-sized flash of brilliant honey oil in the mirror but when I looked again it was no retentive there. I shook my oral sex and went back to bed.


It was Friday night and I was going to remain at menage, but I felt restless and horny. I usually get like that when I 'm ovulating, which is dazed because that particular itchiness will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a nice girl to get some fun with tonight ?

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

I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young ladies on the saltation floor who would n't mind dancing with other cleaning lady, and sometimes you could find some who were interesting in ... experimenting. I found a gaggle of lady friend strutting their material and moved in. ( How many make a gaggle anyway ? Four I guess, since that 's how many were on the story ! ) They accepted me decently away, maybe because there were n't many dancers that nighttime. 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 blonde who looked like sisters. The red-header grabbed my aid, and I grabbed her boob when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but did n't pull away ... yes !

We got hot and profound on the floor and her Friend 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 eyes and pulled me off the floor to her mesa. 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 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, chum, I broadcasted. She tried to call something to me but the tinker's dam medicine was too flash. I leaned closer ... her public figure was Gabrielle ...

... and then the music was different, just like that. stupe DJ did n't know how to wield proper transitions ! I looked around ... wow, the seat had really cleared out in the finish couple transactions ...

Gabrielle 's mitt 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 hand on my breast ... only I did n't eff it was actually the guy 's hand. How a good deal had I drunk that nighttime ?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the middle of my keep room. The guy was on the couch watching us, idly rubbing the hump 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 nipples were prominent. I dived into them, nibbling and sucking. She gasped and pulled my head against them ... heaven !

We sidled into the chamber, Gabrielle almost falling over as my finger explored her puffy 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 cunt best !

After bringing her to orgasm respective fourth dimension I rolled over onto my back. 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 oculus. I was already keyed up from the action at law in the bar and in the living elbow room, and came quickly, my fingers pinching and twisting at my set up 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 human face, piercing her folds with my hold out tongue. She gasped and played with my pussy, but did n't lick me anymore. I was all keyed up, and started to stuff my pelvis up toward her font. C'mon, establish me some rilievo here ! I thought.

Then I felt her draw the folds of my twat apart and something thick touched between them. I realized she must take pulled one of my dildos out of my toy draftsman and was going to use it on me. The fact that she did n't hump where my toy drawer was did n't even enter my idea. I normally do n't like dildos, but I was so `` hot to clip '' that it felt good. The tip swirled around my entrance a bit, then dipped in, my turmoil having really lubricated the way in.

Her fingers 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 renal pelvis kept thrusting up, trying to get Thomas More of the shaft inside me. It went in further, about 2 inches, and it felt incredible ! Why did I not like those things ? Too dusty and charge card ? This one was n't ; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more !

As if in reply to my unspoken desire the hard rotating shaft pushed in deeper. I moaned in rapture. Gabrielle was now holding my leg back and wide apart with her cubitus and continued to play with my clitoris. Then I felt her natural language skip across my button, then off, then back again. Was she licking the juke cock 's shaft ? Weird.

Her face backed off and she pushed the dildo into me harder, knocking the intimation from me. Wow, she was stiff ! 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 manual 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 thighs and pulled me downward on the bed, impaling me on that thrusting hard turncock. I was so shut down, 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 human face, and now squeezing my breasts, tweaking my mamilla ? What ... what ... ?

'' You 're doing so well, '' Gabrielle whispered into my ear. `` I ca n't think you 're a Virgo the Virgin. Denny 's rooster is so goodness, is n't it ? I 'm so happy we can assist you with this. ``

Then I realized : I had no control. If I had control condition I would n't have invited her boyfriend into my home. I would n't have gotten naked in straw man of him ... I would n't have let him go in my sleeping room while I was having sex with his girlfriend. What did she think, help me with this ? I wanted to shout, to scream, to crusade them both off me, but I could n't. Why could n't I ?

I was able to go my caput to the side, so look past her face. Her boyfriend was between my ramification, thrusting faster now, his eyes glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my prolonged clitoris now, exciting me far. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his comment. My centre were actually quite an ordinary crap Robert Brown ; nobody ever complimented them.

thought process that I wanted to see more of whatshisname as he fucked me, Gabrielle slipped to the position and knelt beside me. Her finger's breadth moved down to my clit and massaged it, sending shake up my spinal column. Uh ! Oh God !

Her beau, 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 pussy lips, driving me to new heights of sexual heat.

heating ... in high temperature ...

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 ferocity. On the back stroking I could see quite clearly that he had no safe on.

Again, I could n't say or do anything about it. I could groan, I could drool, I could osculate Gabrielle back as she became increasingly excited about what was about to find, 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 pap and tweaked them I could feel his rooster impulse inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading recondite inside. My orgasm, 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 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 than of his dangerous sperm-filled semen deep inside my hot, fat channel. I cried out again, my orgasm roll over and through me, now centered around his throbbing appendage as the last spurts 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 wrong with me ?

I went to the bathroom. After peeing I sat on the stool for another 15 minutes, hoping gravity would leak out the semen out of me. No such fortune ... it had had hours to soak in.

I should have gone to a clinic for the morning-after tablet ; I do n't know 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 site with lesbians and stayed there for a while, fingering myself, but I just could n't get off !

I needed a fair sex, one that would aid me to forget. I put on a sheer half-top and some mean leather pants and hit the clubs again.

There was this slim girlfriend with short light brown hair, a t-shirt, jeans and no physical composition 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 reason I was very passive ; I had barely touched her ( Alex ) all night. I let her take dominance, pulling my clothes from my body, massaging my titty. 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 hour I felt her get behind me and something poked at my wet pussycat. Yes ! That was what I wanted ! Alex must suffer put on my strap-on dildo ... what a dear !

She teased me with the tip, rubbing it around my pussy sassing, gathering lubrication. I gasped and moved my hips back, trying to bewitch the head 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 mad, pushing back, trying to get it deeply into me.

Finally Alex pushed various 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 inches, then pushed hard again. Aahhh ! So skillful ! A few more thrusts and she bottomed out ... I felt so wax ! She ground her renal pelvis into me, causing Muriel Spark of pleasure to ostentate from my clit. She really knew how to use that matter !

She grabbed my coxa and started thrusting hard. I bit the pillow to keep open from screaming from delight, even though I still had n't cum yet !

Alex was gasping now. Oh, the wretched honey ... here she was bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm and I had n't given her any joy whatsoever ! I reached between my leg to play 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 down 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 take in pulled away ... I should cause yelled ... I should have done something former than moving my deal back between my pegleg, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a fragile 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 prolific deepness, and God help me, it was what I was waiting for. His frantic jabbing hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed in a compounding of ecstasy and affright, my pussy pulling his sperm thick inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My close pussy spasmed around his cock, extending his orgasm and pulling More spurts 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 door. distinctive man.


In the dayspring I woke and went to work. Once again I did n't claver a clinic. My hotness went away and I just went through living like an golem. A twin workweek passed ...

I missed my catamenia. 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 cognize what was unseasonable with me ? It was like I was on antidepressant or something ; I should deliver been frantic !

Months passed and my belly filled out. I went to the medico to make certainly the child was level-headed but I could n't ask about an abortion. I was worried about the baby, not myself. It just was n't alike me.

More months passed. My boob got bigger, which I was kind of happy about. I did n't like the exercising weight gain. As I got nearer my due date I felt like a beached whale.

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

As the medico 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 .