Perfect Purple Passion

Part Three

{This post is very definitely NSFW; it’s also entirely unsuitable material if you’re underage in your locality; only read on if you’re an adult and you like explicitly sexy stories.}

[Fantasy, MF, consensual and non-consensual sex with a ‘different’ human being - one who may not be entirely human. Those of a sensitive disposition may find this story disturbing - don’t say I didn’t warn you. All ‘participants’ are adult, imaginary, and entirely fictional - any resemblance to a real person is sheer coincidence.]

This will make more sense if you read the previous parts first (if you haven’t already done so): 1 2

Previously… ‘Cum now!’ she commanded, while still kissing me so deeply that I imagined her tongue must have reached my stomach; while the ‘something’ felt both huge and long, as though it had entirely filled my abdomen with its pulsating length. Suddenly, the sensations overtook me, and I literally saw stars. My cock began flinging enormous quantities of cum deep inside her. Having filled her, the cum kept coming, and began to spurt out of her pussy around my cock, mingling with her fluids. The pleasure was now unbearably intense, my consciousness gradually fading as she milked me dry, and I knew no more.

And now…

I came to my senses again, unaware how much time might have passed. Suddenly my memory came flooding back - that woman; the sex; the amazing orgasm to surpass all previous orgasms. And yet…

It can’t have been long; because here I was, still incredibly turned on, my ‘nether regions’ still liberally coated in both our fluids, my cock still rock hard.

I opened my eyes. She was standing in front of a mirror, combing her hair and preening herself. Had all that just been a dream I asked myself - the tongue down my throat, the… Whatever it was… violating my arse-hole…

Had I imagined it? Had I dreamed it? From here, she looked entirely normal. Except that…

I didn’t normally get taken home by women, at all. Ever. And especially not women like her. She wasn’t just out of my league. She was absolutely perfect. Her back was to me, showing off her perfect curves; I could see most of her front in the mirror too. She was the picture of perfectly sexy femininity.

She saw me staring and smiled at me in the mirror.

“Did you enjoy that? Silly question - why ask when I can see for myself, from our cum coating both our genitals, and the fact that you’re still rock-hard - impressive, by the way…”

“But…? What…?” I stammered, unsure what to ask.

“I am your deepest desire; your most secret fantasy; or, at least, I have the power to bring to life that desire, that fantasy - even if you’ve never dared even to admit its existence to yourself.”

“How…” I began again.

“I can’t tell you - I just know - I seem to have some sort of power, a sense of what’s inside someone’s mind.”

“But…”

“Hush! That’s enough questions. You look as though you’re eager to carry on, or get started again; I know I am.”

And, with that, she turned and advanced on the bed, hips swaying, boobs bouncing in time with her steps; in the mirror I could see her arse jiggling wildly - and what was that, glimpsed momentarily between her thighs? No, surely I was seeing things.

She put her hands on the bed and began to crawl, on hands and knees, across its soft, luxuriant, surface toward me; crawled over me, swinging her tits enticingly, bumping them against my erection as she passed…

Stopping only when her boobs were right over my face, she swung them, seductively, bumping them across my face, stroking my cheeks, my nose, with her turgid nipples. I desperately tried to catch one with my mouth, to no avail. My world seemed to have shrunk to be nothing more than huge, swinging boobs, mesmerising and enticing.

And then I felt it.

Again.

‘Something’ burrowing its way between my arse-cheeks, and pressing at my anus. I looked down, between her swaying boobs, catching sight, now and then, of something… long, thin, purplish-pink and ‘wriggling’ sensuously. I tried to move, to get a better look at ‘whatever it was’. As I did so, she clutched me to her bosom, cramming a burgeoning nipple into my mouth, and practically suffocating me with her marvellously munificent mounds. I suckled, eagerly, and her sweet fluid sprayed copiously into my mouth. The taste and sensation of suckling her breast whilst in the midst of sex was amazing.

I felt her simultaneously penetrate my arse and sink her pussy onto my rigid member, and wriggle down on me, until we were both delightfully full, letting out a deep grunt of satisfaction as she did so. I groaned around her nipple, milk flowing out around the now imperfect seal of my mouth, and trickling down my cheeks. She began to move, up and down, like some perverted horsewoman at a rising trot.

Suddenly, just as I was beginning again to enjoy being thoroughly fucked, she stopped. The ‘something’ withdrew, smoothly, from my anus and she eased herself off my cock.

“Let’s not just do the same again;” she said, “let’s try something fresh.”

She turned around until we were in a 69. Now, at last, I might find out what this sensuous, sexy, ‘something’ was. She took my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head - a motion so pleasurable that I involuntarily thrust with my hips, jamming my cock deep into her mouth and beyond, into the tightness of her throat.

I clasped her butt with both hands…

And looked, hard.

Thighs. Soft, curvy, tanned.

Buttocks. Likewise, soft, even curvier, tanned, with a faint tan-line showing where a non-too-substantial bikini had been.

Pussy. Slick, wet, swollen; all the usual folds; clit, present and correct - quite big too.

Anus. Neat, brown, puckered.

She appeared to be all woman. Absolutely no clue as to what the long, sinuous, reddish-purple ‘something’ was. I shrugged to myself - she was really sexy and it simply wasn’t worth wasting more time on whatever it was. Whilst still slightly unsatisfied with my ‘inspection’, and still slightly curious about what I’d experienced earlier, I nevertheless began to nuzzle her pussy with my mouth, savouring the heat, the taste, and the sheer slipperiness of her. She began, softly, to moan her arousal as I alternately licked her folds and sucked her clit.

As she began to become more and more aroused, and her pussy opened to me, I noticed just how big her clit was getting - it looked now like a miniature penis, beginning to protrude quite markedly from its ‘hood’. I took it between my lips and sucked on it.

“More please! Keep doing that please!” she pleaded - the first time she had seemed less than totally in control and in charge - maybe there was a chink in her armour after all.

I was becoming more and more excited, as her mouth ministered to my member - licking, sucking, and taking me deep into her throat, apparently without effort and with no sign of gagging at all. One of her fingers was enthusiastically fucking my arsehole. My excitement continued to build, to a point where I might have expected to cum, but somehow I didn’t seem to need to, somehow… I was just revelling in the intensity of the feelings she was inducing in me - it was so intense that it was almost like a continuous ‘dry’ cum.

“Now lick my pussy again,” she panted, between mouthfuls of my cock, “I’m getting soooo turned on.”

As instructed I licked her pussy, and then almost before I could blink, her clit seemed to elongate and grow into a long, thin, thing! Purplish-pink in colour, and shinily slick, it seemed to have a ‘mind of its own’ - it began to wave, and curl, and almost to ‘sniff the air’. It came close to my eye, and I could see a minuscule ‘hole’ in its tip - almost like the slit on the head of a penis. After a few moments, it began, gently, to explore me - smearing her slick over my face as it did so. It poked briefly into each of my nostrils, felt around some more, and then tried each of my ears, which felt incredible… But then it sneaked into the corner of my mouth, and began to slide deeper, as I kissed her pussy lips. Curling around and duelling with my tongue, it was almost as though her clit was French-kissing me. It swelled in my mouth, becoming nearly as big as my tongue.

The sensations began to be too intense, and I could feel my long-delayed climax building, just as she began to shiver and shake into her climax above me. All of a sudden, my climax overtook me, and my cock started to pump cum deep into her pussy, in great spurts of pleasure. All of a sudden, I almost choked, as her ‘clit’ followed suit, becoming much harder and beginning to pump little squirts of tartly sweet liquid deep into my mouth, as her pussy also let go floods of girl-cum.

After a short time, we both began to come down from our joint ‘high’. Her ‘clit’ - or whatever it was - slipped from my mouth, and she released my softening cock.

“What the absolute fuck was that?” I exclaimed, as soon as I could. “And who, or rather what, are you really?”