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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" with impunity and without protection.


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

by Krosis of the Collective


I looked into her beautiful green eyes. 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 body, sobbing.

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

Six months ago: Picture a tall brown-haired woman with tanned skin and brown eyes (me), feeling lost at a friend's party because I didn't know many people there. What was I thinking? I didn't like men, and all the women there were most likely straight, my friend (more of an acquaintance, really) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to leave when I bumped into a small, slim blonde in a tight-fitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and cola splashed onto her blouse, making the dark fabric instantly see-through. 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 touch 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 deep green eyes I had ever seen. With those eyes, her fair hair 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 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 lovers than men. What do men know about the female body, 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 woman 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 week, and when she returned she seemed to be a different person. 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 love a couple times 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 lovers (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 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 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, wild-eyed. Nobody was there. People shout all the time in the city, so we didn't attract any attention, and my sudden throttling attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the 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 purse was missing. Someone must have stolen it before the police 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 think me a cold, evil person...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 dream that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became like 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 find myself standing in front 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 longer there. I shook my head 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 nice girl to have some fun with tonight?

I dolled myself up and put on a short black dress and some high heeled pumps 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 dance floor who wouldn't mind dancing with other women, and sometimes you could find 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 guess, since that's how many were on the floor!) They accepted me right away, maybe because there weren't many dancers that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the onlookers...yow!

There was a redhead with big boobs, a slim brunette, and a couple of blondes who looked like sisters. 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 didn't pull away...yes!

We got hot and heavy on the floor and her friends 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 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 fuck?

She motioned for me to sit next to her, and the guy was on her other side 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 handle proper transitions! I looked, 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 didn't know it was actually the guy's hand. How much had I drunk that night?

Then we were at my place and we were stripping off our dresses while still kissing in the middle 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 didn'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 bedroom, Gabrielle almost falling over as my fingers 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 pussy best!

After bringing her to orgasm several times I rolled over onto my back. My mind registered that her boyfriend 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 eyes. 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 folds with my extended tongue. 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, give me some relief 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 didn't know where my toy drawer was didn't even enter my mind. I normally don't like dildos, but I was so "hot to trot" that it felt good. 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 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 shaft inside me. It went in further, about 2 inches, and it felt incredible! Why did I not like those things? Too cold and plastic? This one wasn't; it felt almost hot, throbbing within me. I wanted more!

As if in answer to my unspoken desire the hard shaft 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 clit. Then I felt her tongue skip across my clit, then off, then back again. Was she licking the fake cock's shaft? Weird.

Her face backed off and she pushed the dildo into me harder, 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 small dildo should be able 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 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 cock. I was so close, 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 can't believe you're a virgin. Denny's cock is so good, isn't it? I'm so happy we can help you with this."

Then I realized: I had no control. If I had control I wouldn't have invited her boyfriend into my home. I wouldn't have gotten naked in front of him...I wouldn'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 scream, to push them both off me, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I?

I was able to move my head to the side, so look past her face. Her boyfriend was between my legs, thrusting faster now, his eyes glued to my face.

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

His thrusts were hitting my extended clitoris now, exciting me further. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary crap brown; nobody 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 spine. Uh! Oh God!

Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his pelvis on her fingers reverberated into my clit and pussy lips, driving me to new heights of sexual heat. 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 ferocity. 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 nipples and tweaked them I could feel his cock pulse inside me, once, twice, warmth spreading deep 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 suction 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 channel. I cried out again, my orgasm rolling over and through me, now centered around his throbbing member 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 toilet for another 15 minutes, hoping gravity would leak the semen out of me. No such had had hours 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, watched TV, browsed the Internet...I found a particularly hot site with lesbians and stayed there for a while, fingering myself, but I just couldn'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 clubs again.

There was this slim girl with short light brown hair, a t-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 reason I was very passive; I had barely touched her (Alex) all night. I let her take control, 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 hands and knees 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 capture the head 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 deeper 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 inches, 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 sparks of pleasure to flash from my clit. 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 pleasure, even though I still hadn't cum yet!

Alex was gasping now. Oh, the poor she was bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm and I hadn'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 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 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 have pulled away...I should have yelled...I should have done something other than moving my hand back between my legs, 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 thrusting hit my G-spot and I started to cum. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed in a combination of ecstasy and terror, my cunt pulling his sperm deep inside me, toward my awaiting egg. My tight 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. Typical man.

In the morning I woke and went to work. Once again I didn't visit 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 didn't freak out. I took it all in stride. I don't know what was wrong with me? It was like I was on antidepressants or something; I should have been frantic!

Months passed and my belly filled out. I went to the doctor to make 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.

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

Finally I was giving birth at the hospital. I was given an epidural (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 name her. I suppose I had always known.

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