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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 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couple times but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.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 around...wow,
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...in 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 luck...it 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 dear...here 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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