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Purple Passion

By: MrBeagle



This story is based on an ad at the local Craig's list from a lady who is looking for a man who is willing to have a strap-on used on him. She asked for a proposal on what would happen, and here is what I replied...hopefully it will be successful.

*

Daddy lay spread-eagle on his Daughter's bed, wrists fastened firmly to the head of the bed with unyielding straps.

"Mmmm, Daddy, you look like you are ready to be ravished by your 21 year old daughter...rode hard and put away wet."

I looked at her eyes and saw a glint that I had not seen before, an evil sparkle that let me know she was in charge and that I WOULD obey and like what she had planned. She slowly stripped off her clothes, glancing over her shoulder as she lay them in a chair, then turned to face me, slowly running her fingers across her turgid nipples and pinching. She was gorgeous, smooth, flawless skin, firm breasts, fine tone and 115 pounds of pure sensuousness. Me, I was slightly overweight for 53 years of age, starting to get that infernal bald spot on the back of my head, and delirious with the thought of what my Daughter was going to do to me. 

"Ahh, you have no idea, Daddy, how horny it makes me to feel my nipples being pulled like this. And Daddy, you have no idea what it feels like to be fucked...but you will later."

I craned my neck upwards and looked lower on her body. My eyes flew open when I saw it...a 10 inch purple strap on sticking out of her body where her shaved (yes, I spied on her before) pussy should have been. It looked like the proverbial cudgel being readied for some serious business, and just the thought of it, and what my darling daughter was going to do to me with it both terrified and thrilled me. I couldn't stop it, but my own cock throbbed to the beat of my heart with anticipation.

Slowly she approached the bed, like a tigress stalking her prey, and I felt the pressure of her body stretching out along my body. My Daughter's heat was penetrating, burning along being as she lay beside me, intertwining her legs with mine, and rubbing my side with her nipples as she undulated towards my head. There it was again, that sparkle, now tinged with lust that had me wanting whatever she had in store for me. Daughter smiled when she saw my recognition of her intent, and then slowly started licking me along my chest and nipple, bringing my little buds to a hard point. Slowly, she let her mouth descend over the left one until she had it firmly in her mouth, bathing the nipple with her hot wetness. I felt her teeth slowly close on the tip, and then felt her tongue flick over it like I had dreamed of doing to her countless times before. The pressure increased until I almost cried out in pain, then slacked off as her mouth applied a gentle suction to it and soothed away the pain. I was almost delirious with mixed feelings as my cock continued to throb, my balls tightening in their sack. Daughter did not fail to notice this, and the copious amount of pre-cum that was beginning to flow from the tip. I felt her hand run along my length from base to tip, collecting some of the lubricating juice and spreading it over the head. She leaned in and I felt something else, her hard purple strap on poking me in the balls as she pushed her hips upward into me.

"Ahhh, Daddy, you have no idea what is in store for you...but then maybe you do if you can imagine what a girl feels like when her man makes her a woman. Mmm, just thrusting into you has my clit on fire and my pussy is positively dripping."

I could imagine her pussy leaking its sweet juices all over me, and tasting them for the first time. I wanted her to do this, I wanted her to take charge of her Daddy. 

Slowly she lifted her hand from the tip, pulling some of the pre-cum upwards for me to see bridging the gap between my cock and her fingers. She slowly brought the hand to her lips and licked it off with her tongue. 

"Mmmm Daddy, you taste sooooo good...here, taste for yourself."

With that she swabbed my cock with her fingers again and brought them to my lips. I resisted initially, until I felt her lips close to my ear as she nipped it and hissed...

"Daddy, I told you that you have to taste it yourself...NOW DO IT!"

My eyes got larger as I felt her fingers drag over my lips, then I felt her fingers jab, almost painfully towards my mouth. 

"Damn it, Daddy, you aren't going to make this easy, are you?" she said as she nipped my lower lip with her teeth, drawing pain and blood. My mouth opened reflexively and she grabbed my lower jaw and lip with her covered fingers, forcing me to taste. I licked tentatively, and it didn't taste bad, then I started to suck the juices off her fingers.

"See, Daddy, I told you that you'd like it", and I did. With that Daughter reached across my face and began to lick at my mouth and lips with hers. She took my lower lip in her mouth and playfully bit again, drawing it into her mouth and tickling it with her tongue. Then she moved her face over mine and planted a full bore lip lock on me, taking away my shallow breath. Her tongue fought into my mouth, seeking out mine and stabbing away at my mouth like an inexperienced lover trying to gain entry into a tight pussy. I loosened up, and then felt her tongue change its demeanor, switching from an impatient stabbing to a slow caress of my teeth and gums. My breathing quickened as I felt her mouth on mine and heard her breathing deepen. Her hand moved back to my cock and started to stroke its length again, then brought her own purple cock alongside to stroke them both together. 

"Daddy, you have no idea how hot you are making me, laying here, helpless and at my command. Would you like to taste how hot?" I nodded, my voice escaping me for the moment. She dragged her body over mine, straddling me as she moved up towards my head with her purple cock. I felt the wetness as she dragged her pussy slowly over my belly and chest, settling with her ass on my upper chest and the cock at my lips. 

"Here, Daddy, taste what you are going to get in a few minutes" she said as she forced the tip into my mouth. I licked and sucked, feeling for the first time what it feels like to have a dick in my mouth...and I was liking it. 

"Oh, Daddy, I forgot, I promised you a taste of how hot I was..." and with that she pulled the strap on out of the harness and slowly inserted it into her tight pussy, making a slight squishing sound as it went in. Back and forth she stroked it inside her, and I could see a little froth beginning to form around the opening to her lovely body. She pulled it out then flipped it around and put it back into my mouth again...

"Go ahead and lick it with your tongue, Daddy, then suck it in as deep as you can." I did and tasted the sweet nectar of my Daughter's lust igniting a fire deep inside my belly. She thrust it in and out of my mouth, like a man fucking my mouth, then pushed it deeper until I felt myself gag. 

"Breathe through your nose, Daddy, and you won't choke so much" she said as she pushed her purple cock back into my throat. I looked up at her, kneeling over my face, slowly pushing it into my mouth with her hand. I tried to relax my throat and breathe like she told me, and it worked as I felt the tip go past my gag reflex into my throat. I felt her other hand go around my neck and feel the tip as it penetrated, urging me on with light caresses. 

"You want to taste me straight from the fountain?" was the next question. I couldn't answer with my mouth filled by 10 inches of purple, so I just nodded yes. Daughter pulled the cock out of my mouth and moved her pussy over my face. I lifted my head a little and made contact with the nether lips with my tongue. I was greeted with a veritable fountain of juice as my tongue licked up and down the lips and penetrated her body for the first time.

"Daddy, I like that...you can do this to me anytime I want" she cooed. I didn't get the innuendo until a few moments later as she shifted her pussy on my face. Her pussy was now directly over my mouth and my tongue had free access to her dripping hole with her clit rubbing on the tip of my nose. I rammed my tongue in as deep as it would go and was rewarded with a steady flow of sweet juices, a veritable flood of arousal going straight down my throat. I swallowed as best as I could, taking in all that she had to offer. In the process of moving to swallow more, my nose hit that special spot on her clit and she started to shake. I looked up over her body and saw tiny ripples starting under her taut belly, followed by a reddish hue spreading over her stomach and heaving chest.

"Oh God, Daddy, I'm cumming for you" she screamed as her entire body started to quake. 

"Ohhhh Goooood, OHHH GOOOOD, Ahhhhhhhh..." and I felt her gush copious juices into my mouth. My God, I thought, my Daughter is a squirter and she just came in my mouth. I swallowed again and again as she drenched me in her juices, drinking her all in.

Daughter shifted off my face as she calmed down and laid across my body again, breath coming in shallow gasps as she steeled. 

"I loved that, Daddy, and now you need a little reward." I felt her hand drift downward to my cock and stroke its length lightly, almost tickling it as she caressed it. She stopped just under the head, circled it with her thumb and fingers, and then lightly tugged upward at the underside of the head, sending me into orbit, my hips thrusting upward to get more of her feel. She shifted again and started to kiss down my body, nibbling on my chest and nipples as she went. I felt her tongue drag over my belly, and slowly make its way towards my cock. Hot breath bathed the length as she sniffed the shaft, nibbling lightly on the underside of the head where it joins the shaft. Her hand caressed my balls, slowly fingering them and drawing them out into the ever loosening sack. I felt the wetness a few seconds later as her mouth enveloped the head, bathing me in a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time. My mind was delirious with pleasure as my Daughter made love to my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and then I felt her fingers move from my balls to my ass, stroking it and prying the crack open. Daughter shifted her position and forced my legs up into the air, opening my ass to her probing fingers. Her mouth was going up and down my cock, continuously bathing me in pleasure that was beyond belief as her fingers probed deeper. Saliva from her oral loving was dripping down the crack and lubricating my ass as I felt a finger penetrate this virginal area. I gasped as it went in a little deeper then pulled back out, then gasped more when I felt a second finger join the first. 

"Mmmm Daddy, I can tell you like that...your cock is pulsing with each stroke in your ass...bet you can't wait for the real thing." And I couldn't. I felt Daughter move a little as she reached across the bed to get the purple monster that was going to claim my virginity and bring it towards the center of her being. As it passed my face, I noticed it had another half that I hadn't seen before, a half that fit snugly in Daughter's pussy as she fit it into place. She groaned as she put the purple cock back into its harness and I saw her juices starting to flow again. 

"Daddy's gonna feel what I feel right now" she intoned, while humming absentmindedly as she readied the cudgel for its assault. Daughter reached over the top of my body to the side table and pulled a tube of lubricating gel out of the drawer. She continued humming to herself as she squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers and directed them to my ass. It was cold, sort of a socking wake up for what was to come next. I felt her fingers enter me and then spread apart, wiggling around and stretching the ring of my hole. There was a pain, sort of a sharp jolt followed by a dull ache as my ass was invaded. I gritted my teeth during the initial assault, them relaxed a little to let the pain subside. The next thing I felt was the top of the tube being stuffed into my ass and the chilled liquid being dispensed inside me, followed by the ever present fingers working the lube deep into my rectum. 

"OK Daddy, turn over on your side and bring the top leg up a little" my Daughter intoned as she worked her way to my back and started to spoon me like I had fantasized doing to her on many occasions. I felt the points of her tits dig into my back as she moved into position and then I felt the tip of the purple monster rub against my ass. Reflexively I tightened the sphincter and squeezed out a little lube. Her finger found my asshole again and worked the lube around the rosebud. Daughter reached over my body once again and retrieved the lube, this time spreading copious amounts on the purple phallus dangling lewdly from her pussy. As she applied it in a stroking motion I heard her groan...

"Oh God, this feels soooo good, fucking myself while stroking off for you, Daddy". She shifted her weight and I felt the head at my forbidden passage. 

"Brace yourself Daddy, Daughter is about to claim her man and make him her woman" she whispered into my ear, shifting her hips forward at the same instant. I felt the tip stretch my asshole and a sudden pain wrenched through my ass. 

"Hold still and relax", she said, "and act like you are trying to take a shit...open yourself up and act like you are forcing it out." She thrust again and I felt it digging deeper into my ass, so I did like she said and tried to relax my pucker. When I did, Daughter pulled back a little then thrust inward again. I moaned while the dull ache started to go away as I became used to the invader's girth. I felt Daughter move again and push into me some more. She grabbed my hip and I felt hers move forward, slowly, imperceptibly slipping the remainder of the purple passion tool into my rectum until I felt the harness press against my ass. I felt the pain turn to pleasure as the invader filled me completely. 

"How does it feel, Daddy...how does it feel to be filled by a hard cock and get fucked like a woman?" I just moaned and pushed my ass back against Daughter's pelvis, forcing the strap-on deeper into my bowels. She shifted again, withdrawing the purple cock about halfway, then thrusting intome again, this time moaning loudly into my ear...'

"Oh God, when I fuck you, I fuck the other end into me...and it feels so decadent, fucking my Daddy over and over again." The thrusting continued and I was rapidly getting into a rhythm synchronized with her thrusting...me thrusting back as she thrust forward and pulling away as she pulled back. The effect was tantalizing, more and more of the 10 inches sawing in and out of my rosebud, ecstatic pleasure building in both of us as she continued to fuck me and herself at the same time. I straightened my leg and rolled into Daughter; the effect was her cock was now rubbing directly onto my prostate and stimulating the sensations deep inside my body. My cock felt like hers was thrusting right through and becoming part of mine, throbbing even more as Daughter thrust deeper into my body. Daughter reached her free hand over my body and wrapped her fingers around my engorged cock. She stroked downward on my cock, pulling the head taught as she thrust into me, then pulled the skin back up over the head as she stroked out of my ass. The feeling was exquisite as she continued her fucking. 

"Ahhh, Daddy, you're so hard and so warm to the touch...I've never felt someone's body so hot against mine and the feeling of power, fucking us both at the same time...God Daddy, I love it" Daughter started to nibble on my neck and soon the nibbling turned into a sucking as she approached her climax. I felt the spasm's starting, transmitted to my deepest parts by the purple cock now deeply embedded into her pussy as well. Her body stiffened and trembling started in her lower belly moving up over the rest of her body. Daughter clutched at me tighter, pulling down on my cock and stretching the tip until it felt like the head was being thrust through the skin. She plowed deeper into me and started gasping for breath as spasms wracked her petite body.

"Gooooood, Daaaddddyyyy...this is so fucking fantastic....I'm cummmminnnng". I gasped as I felt her spasm's subside and my voice returned. 

"God Daughter, that was awesome...I never thought that being fucked in the ass would feel so satisfying" I said as I clenched my ass and pushed the purple plastic cock back into Daughter. She gasped and started shaking again as a second wave overcame her body and she continued on orgasmic bliss. Daughter lay quiet for a few minutes, then slowly pulled her cock out of my ass, leaving a void that I knew I wanted her to fill again and again in the future.

"Mmmm, Daddy, that was fantastic, fucking the man I love and making him mine, but you didn't cum yet." As her words registered, I remembered the exquisite pleasures I experienced, but the lack of release never crossed my mind, until now. I realized we had been at it for over two hours, my cock continuously hard throughout the whole time, but I hadn't cum....and I wanted to remedy that. 

"Come here Daughter, take off your cock and sit on my face for a few minutes while I clean up your juices." Daughter slid up my body, removing the harness as she did, and straddled my chest again, pushing her wet pussy onto my mouth again. I looked into the frothy hole wavering in front of my mouth and tilted my head forward, thrusting my tongue deep into her again. Her fluids flowed like running water out of a faucet, landing in my mouth. I couldn't drink it down fast enough as she worked her pussy back and forth over my face.

"Daddy, I fucked you, now it's your turn to fuck me", Daughter said. "just lay back and enjoy."

Daughter wriggled her body down mine until she was straddling my hips, my upright cock stretching towards her pussy lips. Daughter reached under her body and griped my cock in her hand, then aimed it at the nexus of her being. Slowly she dropped down, taking me into the velvety depths until our pubic regions meshed completely. 

"God, Daddy, you are filling me soooooo full. I can feel the tip of your cock pressing my cervix and stretching me sooooo much. It feels so good." I smiled with pride, knowing that my meager 7 and a half inches could make her feel so good. She rocked back and forth on me, alternately pulling up off my cock and slipping down on it again, meshing her bare clit with my pubic hair, setting off a chain reaction of oohs and ahhs as her clit was tickled. 

"You're so tight", I replied "it's like being sucked into a velvet vise when you push down on me and squeeze your pussy muscles." As I said that, she did it again, pushing down on the base of my cock and then squeezing me, like a reverse milking action as she pulled up.

The motions were having the expected result on me as I felt the telltale pressure building deep inside me and starting to rhythmically pulse through my cock. The telltale throbbing tipped Daughter off about my impending release. 

"I'm gonna cum" I announced through clenched teeth, trying to hold off for as long as I could in order to enjoy the sensations welling up from inside my balls. 

"Don't worry Daddy, I can take whatever you have to give me" Daughter blurted out, then suddenly lifted up off my cock and squeezed the base to cut off the flow. I was about to die with pleasure when the squeezing brought me to my senses and I felt the pressure build as the head throbbed in her dainty hand. 

I was seeing stars, then I felt her mouth slip over the head of my cock as it pulsed in synchronized motion with her sucking and my cuming, but she kept the pressure on and it just built up inside my prick as I came and came. Gradually, the throbbing ceased and Daughter slowly released my cock, letting the cum pour out into her mouth in a steady flow. She gave it a last suck, draining the whitish sauce, then moved up over my body to hover over my mouth.


Purple Passion



Mak-Nau observed the small screen in front of him. His dark purple skin glistened in the pale green light of his space vessel. He had been drawn to this small blue-green globe some time ago. He had felt the tug as he passed the giant yellow sun: the smell of a mate was something that all Theadrain males automatically knew. The pull was unmistakable to any Theadrain male; the mating urge. It meant that he was within a light year of his mate: the one person in the whole universe who was made specifically for him. His destiny was awaiting him on that planet. Of course, it had taken him a while to home in on the individual to whom he was drawn, but there she was on monitor.

Her dark hair was neatly pulled back from her face into a ponytail beneath the thick parka she wore. Her pale round face looked out over the ice covered tundra. It was her fourth night in camp observing the penguins in their natural environment of Antarctica. She was hoping that her research would influence policy makers around the world. These magnificent creatures were under increasing threat from melting glaciers due to climate change. She feared in her deepest being that it might already be too late for many of the large and majestic Emperor penguins of which there were about two-hundred thousand mating pair in this southern most region of the world. 

So she had come here for a month to study them. She had set up her camp about a hundred yards from their colony, called a rookery. It was summer and her task was to perform a daily count of the colony to determine the survival rate of this years chicks. Her tent was close to the crèche, where the young were looked after communally by a few of the adults. Emperor penguins had as a species a very high survival rate of almost ninety-five percent, but the changing climate conditions of the region was having an impact on this. Her job was to determine the extent of that impact and further the call for policy changes that might change those trends and save these wonderful creatures. 

At twenty-eight, Fiona Hetton was one of the up and coming young animal behaviourists, who were working on this important topic of the impact of global warming on other species. Since she was a little girl of five and had visited the London Zoo with her reception class, she had fallen instantly in love with penguins. Her teacher and half the zoo staff had spent hours searching for her, when she had simply made her way into the thick brush on the far side of the penguin exhibit, an area reserved for the staff. When a keeper had located her, she had the surprising pleasure of hand feeding a few of the birds while waiting for her teacher. Of course her punishment had come later, but she hardly remembered that. She was incredibly lucky; she was doing exactly what she had always dreamt of. 

Her career though had come at a price. She was much more comfortable with her birds than with other humans; even her colleagues. Despite her relative good looks, she could count on one hand the number of dates she had been on. Few men enjoyed talking about penguins enough to keep her attention for long. The pattern had been set on her first date during first year induction at university: some good looking guy would ask her out, they would go to a movie or dinner during which she would talk incessantly about penguins, the guy would tire of it and make his move...to which she would respond with a coldness in keeping with the Antarctic. Of course the types of guys, who could have kept her interest, were too intimidated by her looks to even ask her out. She smiled as she watched a couple of the young chicks engage in rough play that she knew would one day prepare them for mating. Even her penguins got more action than she did, she thought ironically.

Mak-Nau considered the situation carefully. There was no doubt what must happen: she was created by fate for him alone. He had been trained from boyhood to trust in that fate. Yet he knew that his presence on this world was itself a violation of universal rule. These people were not yet ready to take their place in the universal consortium. Their natures were still too violent and self-destructive to make them capable of the joining the ruling planets in their task as stewards of the universes ample resources. Theadrains with their size and steadfast obedience had become the consortiums enforcers; patrolling the universe in their youth and bringing to justice those who would abuse their power or unlawfully appropriate resources. 

It was during these duties that many Theadrain males found their mates. Then they faced a choice to remain with their woman and adapt to her world; or to bring her to Theadra. Given the situation, Mak-Nau knew he had no choice. Standing over seven feet tall, with skin the colour of deep royal purple and leathery skin and bristly hair covering his muscular body, he knew that he could never fit into her world that was unaware of other worlds. But knowing the outcome did not make it an easier. He had observed his mate for days and had even used the gift of mates to probe her thoughts. He knew how deeply she would resent leaving this world and these creatures. This was why he hesitated in doing what he knew he must. The thought of causing a mate any distress or pain was deplorable to any Theadrain male.

Hitting his large hand against the wall in frustration, a rare display of emotion for any Theadrain, Mak-Nau wondered at his situation. He hoped his royal brothers were having better luck with the mates which the Fates had brought for them. He knew though that he had delayed action for as long as he dared. Although primitive, Earth's satellites would eventually detect his space vessel; something he could not allow. He knew that he must take the woman now while she was alone; it would be assumed that the Antarctic conditions had simply overcome her. It did not make his actions any easier though. Nonetheless he set the course for her location and sent an entreaty towards the Fates for his mission's success.

***

Fiona had barely begun her daily count when she heard the strange noise. For a moment she had feared that the ice shelf was breaking apart, but she saw no tell-tale fissures. Then she saw it, a greenish glow in the sky just over the ridge. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. This type of illusion was not supposed to happen this soon; usually it was weeks alone on the glaring white ice before even the hardiest of scientists would have visions. She feared for her position and sanity if barely two days into her posting, she was already 'seeing things.' Drawing a deep breath and convincing herself that she had not really seen anything at all, she returned to the task at hand; counting the chicks. 

So it was that the sudden appearance of the creature caught her unaware. For a moment she thought of the legend of the Yeti, Abominable Snowman; but the dark purple colouring was not in keeping with that image. This creature definitely stood out in the snow, rather than blending into it as the stories suggested. She tried to convince herself that she was just 'seeing things,' but when it closed the distance quickly and placed its large purple hands about her upper arms it was hard to believe that her other senses were fooling her as well. 

When it spoke its low, deep voice was almost hypnotic. 'Fiona Hetton, come with me,' was its simple command.

Unfortunately for the creature, Fiona's American mum had never trained her daughter to blindly obey authority but to question everyone and everything. Her voice was much weaker and insecure in light of the apparition that towered over her by over a foot and a half. Yet she still had the mindfulness to ask, 'Where? And more importantly, why?'

Mak-Nau wanted to laugh at the woman's impertinence. Instead he thanked the Fates for their infinite wisdom; her questions showing that she more than possessed the bravery necessary to face her new destiny as a Theadrain queen and mother to its princes. Unfortunately he had no time to answer those enquiries; the location of vessel would soon be visible to the satellites. Instead, his large purple arm wrapped about her waist, which even through the thick layers of clothing he could tell was tiny. He lifted her easily off the cold ice beneath their feet.

When he brought her up so that they were eye to eye, she was once again shocked to realise that his eyes were a deep fuchsia pink. Of course, she wondered why that should startle her given that the creature had to be well over seven feet tall, was dark purple and looked like a mythical creature. The irony of it drew forth a hysterical stream of laughter.

He knew that the woman was bordering upon shock and this only added to his growing sense of urgency. Without thought, the Theadrain mating words flowed from his soul to his mates. 'Yak tum ty wee Mak-Nau,' his words were uttered in a deep guttural voice. Those words once said tied their souls together through all eternity. Their meaning was so deep and beyond her mere human experience that had she asked he could not have even come close to a translation. In a practical sense, they also united them as husband and wife; making her queen of a world she had never seen. But he would explain that all later, right now he needed to get them out of this place: quickly.

With a speed far greater than expected for one so bulky, he moved through the white snow and ice glaring in the yellow sunlight. They covered the half mile to the semi-hidden location of his vessel in only a little more than a minute; far too quickly for Fiona's addled brain to process all that was happening to her. The sight of the large dark globe did startle her out of the daze though. It had to be the size of the cruise ship on which she had once gone on holiday with her parents. Shaking her head at this changed reality before her, she thought aloud, 'But space ships are supposed to be silvery saucers.'

Mak-Nau tenderly brushed a strand of her dark hair back from her pale face. His pride was growing at the quick mind of his mate. He wished with all his soul that there were another way; his actions were so outside of the normal mating rituals of his people, which offered to the female all the rights to decide their futures including the world upon which they would live the rest of their days. Yet as a primitive world forbidden contact with the Consortium, he had no other choice: his mate must follow him. 

Pushing a button on the band around his wrist, the hidden portal opened; a platform lowering that would raise them inside his vessel. Stepping on to it, his remarkable eyes held her stare without answer. He could almost feel the precious moments ticking away from them. Moving quickly once more, he carried his mate through the maze of corridors to the central control centre. Reluctantly he sat her aside as he made his way to the large console in the centre of the room. Pushing a few buttons, he watched the monitor before him as the white ice began to disappear into blue skies and then the dark emptiness of space that had been his lonely home for so long now. He was glad to be going home now; the finding of his mate releasing him from his duties to the Consortium. He now had new duties to consider to his people; chief among them the procreation of new princes.

Within moments, he had manoeuvred his vessel to the far of the Earth's moon; hiding it safely from detection. He would not set the automatic controls just yet. First he would complete the ritual and ensure his rights to his mate in the traditions of his people and as recognised by the Consortium. He would have no one questions his actions in this; the most important matter to Theadrain males. 

Fiona, ever the scientist, was exploring her new surroundings; not that there was much to see. Other than the big console in the centre of the room where the creature sat, there was not much else in the room. She wondered again where was the big screen upon which the captain could watch space zoom past or communicate with his friends and foes. Of course logically she knew those things were mere human creations of fancy, but she recognised too that her mind was merely seeking a frame of reference upon which to evaluate in some limited way her new environment. 

She wondered too if she would remember any of this when the creature was finished with her and returned her. A part of her hoped that she would not; simply because she felt that the knowledge might prove a difficult burden in terms of keeping silent. It did not even occur to her as she walked about the circular room that she would not be returning to her world...ever. Mak-Nau knew the truth though as he read his mates thoughts. They weighed like a heavy burden upon his soul. Her happiness was his priority, but how could he ever ensure that when he was forced by the same gracious Fates that had gifted her on him to rip her from all that she had ever known; never to return. 

He wanted with all that was inside him to answer the myriad of questions in her intelligent mind. He wanted to court her properly in the ways of his people and hers. Yet he knew that if he left the perimeters of her world without completing their mating then his claim to her might come under scrutiny from his parents...and even the Consortium. This he could not afford. With a heavy heart and solemn promise to find a way to make it all right with his mate, he turned off the small monitor and rose from them console. He crossed the distance to where she stood with her back to him. Softly he reached out and rested a large purple hand on her shoulder. His voice was quiet but clear when he spoke again, 'Come with me.'

Fiona felt lost as she realised suddenly that she really had no other choice. Not only was the creature much too large for her to overpower, but even if she did she had no idea how to escape. So she merely nodded and accepted the large hand that he held out to her. Even covered as hers was in the thick artic gloves, it was dwarfed by his. 

She followed him silently back down the long corridor; the maze seemingly all the same so that there were few landmarks to differentiate a trail to plan some future escape. Finally they stopped before a plain grey door exactly the same as the dozen or so other they had passed along the maze. Once again the creature pushed a button on the band about his wrist and this door too opened. It was odd, Fiona chuckled, that it did not simply disappear or roll up into the ceiling or any other spectacular thing. It simply slid back; very much the same as the doors at the mall would automatically do as you approached. 

Mak-Nau stepped aside and bowed low; motioning with the sweep of his hand that she should precede him into the room; his room, their room now. Although his mate did not know this; there was much his mate did not know. By his calculations though, they had almost five of her Earth weeks to discuss all of it: on their trip to Theadra. He knew that he should go first to the Consortium, but he wished to further his claim to his mate by introducing her to the King and Queen, his parents. He was almost certain that he would need their assistance to ensure that claim was upheld by the Consortium; having broken so many rules simply by approaching the small backwards planet. 

At that moment as the small woman looked about the sparse interior of the faintly lit room with only the huge circular bed and small monitor on the wall beside it, his focus was upon other things. His mind, which had b necessity been focused so carefully upon not being detected on this most important mission of his life, was now more addled. One thing was certain; there could definitely be no question. This woman was his true mate. Her smell in the confined space was overpowering; more heady than any drug he had learned of in the whole universe. He felt his arousal increasing with each beat of her heart; the sound of which filled his ears. The need to taste and feel her was pounding inside his soul; to make them one in the deepest sense of a Theadrain mating.

Closing the short distance between them, he once again gently rested his large purple hand upon her shoulder and turned her to face him slowly. Even without the blessed gift of Theadrain mates, which would allow him to sense what she was feeling any time he wished, he would have recognised the fear in her clear blue eyes. For a moment, it froze all that was inside of him; even the almost overpowering needs between mates. He wanted desperately to reassure her that all would be fine; and he knew that was so. The Fates would never gift a mate that was not destined to perfect happiness. Yet he also knew that in this particular case, their paths might be more troubled and bumpy than others. So instead of offering empty words of comfort, he simply brushed a long dark finger along the softness of her full bottom lip as it trembled.

Fiona was prepared for anything she thought; except for such a simple act of kindness. It seemed odd somehow that such a large and ferocious looking creature would be so gentle and almost understanding. 'Where are we? Why have you brought me here?' she inquired.

That much Mak-Nau knew his mate deserved to know and understand even now. Keeping his answer simple for now, he explained. 'You are on my vessel. I brought you here because the Fates drew me to you across the universe. They have decreed that you and you alone are my true mate, my queen.' He was not certain what response he expected, but it was not the loud laughter that seemed to vibrate through the small room. 

Fiona knew then that it must all be some silly illusion brought on by the isolation and glaring sun light upon the artic ice. What else could it possibly be? She was certainly no queen. Hell, she could not remember the last time she had even worn a dress. When other little girls dressed up in crowns and jewels and played at tea parties, she was bandaging her plush toys and caring for their wounds. She was a scientist and animal behaviourist, not some bloody queen of anything. Let alone a mate. She had long since given up on men, even at her young age she had learned that they held no mystic or allure for her. From a purely scientific perspective sex was solely for procreation and since she had no desire to produce offspring, well what was the point?

Sensing his mate's disbelief, he knew only one way to proof to her the truth. The power of a true Theadrain mating was irrefutable. Wrapping his large about her small waist once more, he drew her body up against his. He lifted her slowly until those clear blue eyes met his fuchsia ones clouded as they were with the needs and desires of a Theadrain male and prince in heat for his mate. 'You think not, Ka tum, my queen. Then kiss me,' he challenged. 

Fiona considered his words for a moment. For the first time, she recognised a possible means of escape. She felt almost certain that if she could dissuade this creature of his ridiculous notion that she was his 'mate' then she might be able to reason with him; convince him to return her to her world. 'Alright, but I'm not very good at it. But I want your promise if there are no fireworks...nothing special...then you will take me back where you found me.' She bargained extending her small hands towards him to seal the deal.

Mak-Nau smiled broadly at her words. His other hand clasped the one she had extended in what he recognised as a human gesture of submission to her will. He knew as his mate did not, could not, that there would mostly definitely be 'fireworks.' There could be no other outcome for Theadrain mates. He smiled too because he realised that even in this he had managed to give his mate a choice; such that any mate has true choice against that which the Fates have decreed. 'It will be as you say, my queen,' he conceded.

Fiona, sensing victory and freedom, drew her small hand from the grip of the creature. Placing both of her hands on his face, she was shocked at two discoveries: his skin was almost leathery to touch and cold. Not as cold as the artic ice of course, but still it was much colder than she would have thought. For a moment, her mind played with the scientific curiosities of her discoveries. In the end though, she did not have time to pursue those lines of thought; she was behind schedule with her daily count and observations. She wanted to get back to her work. 




Purple Passion



So she did what she promised; what the creature had commanded: she brought her warm lips slowly towards his dark purple cool ones. Her plan had been to simply brush the merest of chaste caresses along those full lips, but the moment her lips met his something happened. It was curious, but she felt this need to taste him. The mere idea of tasting another human; of course he was not exactly human, but still the idea of tasting someone was ludicrous. One did not taste another as if they were a fine wine to be sampled and enjoyed. Yet that was exactly what Fiona found herself doing with the strange creature. It was if she could not get enough of his taste. She tried very hard to categorise what it was: clean, most definitely, but also something sweet yet also musky and just a touch of something completely indiscernible. Yet she found herself almost hypnotised; needing to identify and describe that taste too. 

Then without thought her hands began to move across the tough surface of the creature's broad shoulders and upper arms. She could not stop herself as her mouth opened and her tongue slipped into the creature's mouth; exploring and seeking to name that taste. Her body too was reacting as it never had before to any of her tentative explorations of human sexuality. Her heart was pounding now; and her breath was much shallower as they exchanged air deepening the intimacy of what should have been a simple kiss. 

Although taught of the power and mystery of the Theadrain mating from a young age, not even Mak-Nau was prepared for the effects of her kisses upon him. His large hands clumsily fumbled with the buttons on her parka. He growled his frustration into her mouth when he completed the task only to discover that a zipper kept him from that which he sought: her sweet skin. He almost ripped the coat from her once he had dispatched that final obstacle. 

Even though he too wore clothes on this occasion, they were only the simple trousers which were a concession to those other species through out the universe that were not comfortable with the naked body. Theadrains has long since become accustomed to their bodies and since desire was exclusive to one's mate, they had no use of the confines of clothes upon their powerful forms. At that moment Mak-Nau cursed them with everything inside of himself because they slowed his progress; his need to be skin-to-skin with his mate.

Fiona was shocked by her own reaction to this strange creature. She had always considered herself a cerebral rather than sexual creature; she had in fact conceded long ago that she was a freak of nature, a completely asexual higher life form. So this need to touch and feel, to almost crawl inside this creature's skin, was completely unlike her. She wanted to slow things down, to stop and think about the situation and her reactions; but she could not. Her need was growing by the moment; each kiss and touch instead satiating her desires only enflamed them more. As her tongue danced across his thick and slightly rough one, she actually whimpered into his mouth with her need.

Now that her thick coat was tossed somewhere, she felt the thick woollen jumper, undershirt and bra. It was if her skin burned to feel his touch and the clothes were some hated burden. She wiggled slightly in his arms trying to divest herself of that intrusion; yet she was reluctant to take her hands from those broad shoulders as if she craved the mere touch of him. Her mind wanted to question what he had done to her: what drug, what mind control, what mystery had turned her from an asexual amoeba into this wild wanton woman. But her lips refused to give up the taste of her lover.

Mak-Nau was quickly being overcome with the powerful scent of his mate's rising need. With her inconsequential weight in his arms, he crossed the short distance to the large round pillows that served as a Theadrain bed. With a mischievousness that he had not felt in years, he manoeuvred them so that his back to the bed. Then without warning he fell back, so that she landed atop him. His large purple hands worked beneath the edge of the offensive thick rough material only to be frustrated with another layer of softer material. 

Finally he felt her unbelievably soft skin against the roughness of his palm and fingers. He slowly etched and traced his hands up her stomach and ribs only to be met by another offensive obstacle. Even though this one was soft and moulded intimately to her small round breasts, it was still not her skin, which was all he wanted to feel at the moment. Pushing the other garments up, he reluctantly gave up her lips long enough to dispose of it; tossing them somewhere across the room just as he had the coat earlier. His fuchsia eyes took in her seemingly fragile small form with trepidation; wondering for a moment at Fates' choice. How would such a delicate creature manage a true Theadrain mating? 

Fiona stared down at the creature from where she sat astride his much larger form. She could barely breathe; sucking air into her lungs was a necessary burden but not her focus. He was her focus; as if nothing else matter other than touching and tasting this odd creature. Her mind fractured as it was still sought some sort of logical explanation. Perhaps he was some type of strange alien life form that enslaved Earth women as sexual captives, she wondered. 'What have you done to me?' she queried in a voice that sounded much too breathless and exotic to be her own.

'It is the way between true mates,' he breathed against her warm lips a moment before once more capturing them with his own. This time though it was he that led the erotic dance. His rough tongue that plunged deep into the recesses of her pliant mouth; wrapping about its mate, suckling softly. His hands moved across her torso; touching and teasing her almost bare skin. Only the soft silken bra remained to embed his explorations. Something told him that this last garment must be her choice as well. His fingers traced slowly along the edge of her ribs; caressing and soothing even as they enflamed. His hands worked their way up higher until he cupped her small breasts. His thumbs brushed across the taut peaks slowly; back and forth over and over and over again until he felt her soft moans into his mouth. Drawing back just a bit, he commanded 'Take it off.'

Without a single thought passing through her mind that was now completely hazed over with sexual desires such as she had never imagined, her fingers reached behind her and quickly released the clasp. Shrugging her shoulders, the garment fell forward and slid down her arms. Her hands for a single moment released their hold on his broad shoulders long enough to toss the garment across the room mimicking her lover's casual concern for her clothes. 

Then surprising herself as much as her lover, she rose from astride him. Standing next to the bed, she unbuttoned and zipped her pants; pushing them down her legs until they too were discarded in a heap on the floor. Standing almost naked next to a man for the first time in her brief twenty-six years, she was surprised at how certain she was that this was what she wanted. Granted a portion of her mind still held onto the scant hope that this was the most erotic dream of her life, but even if it were real her untried body was so alive with need at that moment that logic had little place...at least for this singular time. 

Standing so that she towered over him now, she took a minute to memorise her lover. He was not at all what she would call handsome in a human sense; although something told her that among his people he would be considered quite a catch. His skin was a deep rich purple, almost the colour of an aubergine or egg plant as her American mother insisted on calling it until she died. Of course, those fuchsia pink eyes were just as striking. 

Re-thinking her first assessment of him resembling a Yeti, she thought perhaps he looked more like those Klingons from the Star Trek episodes with which her university flat mate had been so enamoured. His size was unmistakable; he stood well over seven foot tall and must weigh almost two hundred kilograms: of nothing but muscle it would seem from the defined and corded body stretched out so commandingly before her. A hundred...no thousands...of questions raced through her scientific mind at this discovery of other life forms. Unfortunately at that moment, she had other things on her mind; like sex. What had the creature done to turn her into a mindless sex slave, she wondered.

Mak-Nau watched as his queen examined him from head to toe. He smiled as those beautiful blue eyes that reminded him of the calm Theadrain seas on a warm afternoon moved lower. His concern for her safety during a true mating was growing; Theadrain males always lost control, something he could ill afford with such a delicate creature. He knew of course that the Fates were never to be questioned in such things, but it was difficult not too given the fragility of his queen. He could only hope to arouse her to such a level that when it came she was with him every step of the way. Extending his enormous hand towards her, he commanded, 'Come to me, ka tum.' 

Fiona smiled and laughed softly as she took the hand he offered. 'Are you always so bossy?' she enquired. 

With a gently tug, his queen fell across him in the bed. Mak-Nau was entranced by the rich sound of her laughter; it was a sound he needed to hear again and again. 'It is the way of Theadrain males,' he responded softly against her lips as he brought his face closer to hers. His lips cool as they began to move slowly back and forth across hers. His rough tongue came out to trace along the edge of her full lower lip. This time it was he that would lead the erotic dance...until the very end. 

His large hands moved over her now naked body. The feel of her soft smooth skin was enticing; so very different from Theadrains with their leathery skin covered in the thick coarse hairs in places. Her breasts especially fascinated him; they were smallish, not even close to filling his hands. Yet they were unbelievably sensitive; her pinkish nipples were tight and hard at his touch as he smelled her need rising although not yet matching his own. His tongue dove between her lips as his fingers flicked slowly at the tender flesh. He smiled against her lips as he captured her soft moans with his kiss; savouring the exotic taste of his mate...his very destiny.

Fiona, although a virgin, was determined that this creature would not lead in everything. She knew that he wanted her; perhaps almost as much as she wanted him. Assuming that the creature resembled human men at least enough to take this where it was heading, she reached between their bodies. Her hands moved slowly across the front of the pants he wore. She realised then for the first time that the creature had ventured into the freezing Antarctic wearing only that single garment. That alone should have raised her scientific curiosity above her sexual arousal; but the fact that it did not added another question to the growing list in her mind. She would have to ask them all...afterwards.

She found and pulled the simply drawstring that held the trousers closed. Her fingers traced along the waist, loosening them until one hand could slip easily beneath the soft satiny material so like silk but more shimmery in the soft light. When her hands found what she sought, she froze. This was most definitely not going to work; no matter how much she might want it to. Unfortunately, his proportions in this area matched his physical size. There was simply no way THAT would ever fit inside of her. But damn was it fascinating to play with. 

Like the rest of her lover, it felt cool to the touch. While human penises had a distinct head that made them wider at the tip, this creature seemed the opposite. Although still more impressive and daunting than she would want to try, the tip seemed only slightly larger than an average man's. But at the base, his penis was more than three times as thick as a man's. And the distance between the tip and base was definitely more than her mind wanted to consider. Her small hands continued to move and explore this intimate part of her lover almost hypnotically. 

She expected and even appreciated the loud low rumble from his throat. What she had not expected was how her own body was reacting. If she had thought the space between her legs was wet before, it was drenched now. Her nipples too felt as if they were on fire, so hard and painful. She could hear her heart pounding and the blood surging through her veins. What she could not seem to do was breathe; not when this creature was looking at her with hypnotic pink eyes. 'How?' was her barely audible entreaty. 

Mak-Nau smiled at her words; indicating her acceptance of will if not of intellect. His large hand wrapped about her much smaller one and slowly drew her down over him until her woman core rested just above his cool lips. His long, rough tongue lightly brushed against the soft layer of curls that protected the treasure beneath. In this position, her smell was overwhelming. He knew he could not last much longer, but first it was his duty to see to his mate's pleasure. His tongue delved deeper; finding the hard nub and licking across it slowly.

Fiona's back arched as she screamed out; her voice filling the almost bare room and echoing back on them. Her hips ground against the cool, rough surface of his tongue. Her fingers gripped into the leathery toughness of his shoulders; her nails digging deep, had he been human she knew that he would have born half crescent marks and perhaps even bled. She was no innocent; she had been masturbating since puberty. But nothing prepared her for this, she thought; gripping his shoulders tighter as she slammed her hips against his mouth. This was the most gut-tightening, limb-shaking, mind-shattering, convulsing orgasm of her life...and it seemed to pour over her in eternal waves as he continued to lick and suck at her clitoris.

Just when she would have slumped against him in complete exhaustion, she felt the cool brush of his finger probing at her virgin treasure. She moaned and clutched him tighter as his thick tongue continued to stroke across the throbbing, swollen flesh. When his thick finger that was almost the same size as a human penis slipped a bit deeper inside her, she cried out in both pleasure and the slight pain of stretching and filling she had never before felt. 

Mak-Nau suckled upon the tiny bud between his lips as his finger pushed deeper within her tight body. He worked it slowly into the depths of her body, and then just as slowly drew it back out. His tongue then licked slowly downwards; until it replaced his thick digit. It plunged inside the damp sheath as his swirled and licked the walls of pliable muscles. 

With each heart beat, he felt the growing need inside of him like the ticking clock on a bomb. His strokes became bolder and surer as he sought to taste once more her sweet release before completing the ritual mating and taking his own pleasure. He did not have long to wait either as her screams once more filled the tiny space; her body convulsing above him as her sweet nectar flowed into his tongue and into his mouth. 

When he felt her trembling body go limp in his strong arms, he slid her slowly down his body until she straddled his wide hips. As she was still half entranced by the powerful release, he lifted his hips and began to probe gently at the same sweet tightness that moments before his tongue had tasted and tormented. It was his turn to be hypnotised, intoxicated and tormented. The feeling of that tight, warmth wrapped about him was pushing him into a blinding passionate haze as he plunged just a bit deeper.

Fiona would have sworn that it was not physically possible, yet there was no denying the feel of his thickness inside of her. There was also no denying that it was bringing her pleasure. She found herself moving her hips in slow circles against the invader. Her movements augmented his own so that she drew him deeper and deeper until she felt him pressing deep inside of her. She was aware too of her hard clit brushing against the thickness of his cock...until she knew that she was once more approaching another powerful orgasm.

Mak-Nau closed his eyes as the feel of her moving against him combined with the heady smell of his woman, his mate; his queen filled his mind and world pushing him over the edge. His hips began to move faster then; pushing forward only to retreat as quickly. Short, shallow thrusts that left her breathless and whimpering above him as her body began to once more convulse in yet another powerful orgasm. Mak-Nau too joined her in the release; thrusting as deep as he dared this first time as he spilled his seed that he knew, with a surety that one so young could not even fathom, would soon bear fruit in her supple body.

Fiona could not fathom it, but still he swelled larger within her. She feared for her mind and her body as she felt him throbbing and erupting in endless torrents deep inside of her body. It seemed as if they were at war; her mind and her suddenly wanton body. Her mind screamed that she would rip apart. Her body though took each new slow thrust of his and answered with its own throbbing need. Of course, there was pain and her mind registered it, but it seemed that the pleasure left little room for it. 

He held her close for several long moments; listening to her heart beat and breathing. He felt her confusion; amazed that he could almost hear the litany of questions racing through that beautiful head. For a Theadrain, this was as much a part of the mating as the seeding; perhaps even more so. His lips gently brushed across the top of her head. Still the smell of her filled him as he felt her begin to stir and move against him. 'Be still,' he commanded.

She laughed nervously as she realised that she remained very much immobile; impaled as she were on his still hard and throbbing shaft. 'Don't think I could go very far if I wanted to,' she giggled. Then looking down to where their bodies remained locked tightly together, she inquired 'Want to explain?'

Mak-Nau was a tad embarrassed...if seven foot aliens can possibly be such a thing. One of the disadvantages of having a mate outside the Theadrain species, which he had not until that moment considered, was how to explain the traditional mating rituals. 'It is what you would call an evolutionary adaptation of my species. After the mating is completed, males remain locked within their mates for a time. It ensures that our seed remain where it should...and increases the fertility of our race,' he explained as calmly and dispassionately as possible given the circumstances.

Fiona was approaching hysterical laughter now at his tad too analytical and scientific explanation of something so intimate. Although given all that had transpired in the past few hours, she supposed that was as logical as anything else. She just hoped that she awoke from this hallucination or strange dream soon. This was all simply more than her mind could manage at the moment. When she wanted nothing more than to run screaming from the room, she was stuck to the giant purple alien.

His large hand brushed softly at her hair where it had fallen about her face. His eyes took in her features; memorising them. He knew that she wanted answers, but now was not the time. He has pressing matters. He debated very little his next action; having faced enemies in battle and hunted down rogues of his and other species, he knew that in time such as these some actions must be swift. Placing his fingers lightly against her temples, he focused as he felt the energy transferred from his body to hers. He sent her to sleep; knowing that he would have to explain and most likely apologise for this behaviour as well when she awoke. 




Purple Passion



But for now his bedroom was blessedly quiet and still. He used this time before he could safely separate from his mate to think about the strange situation in which he found himself and the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that his parents, the Theadrain King and Queen, would not question his decision; if it could be called that. 

He knew though that the Consortium would demand answers and perhaps even wish retribution. The rules were clear: the Earth planet was off limits until such times at its human species either evolved and learned to protect and value the limited resources or destroyed themselves. Yet Theadrain nature and faith in the will of the Fates demanded that he seek and find his one true mate, his queen, ka tum. 

Watching her sleep peacefully now in his arms, he knew that come what may it was a decision he would never regret. Although strange in appearance to his people, he found her frailty beautiful. He had been amazed too at her passion and acceptance of his ways. Of course, she thought it all some dream or wild adventure, not the life altering reality that he knew it was. 

Bending forward until his lips brushed against hers in a silent prayer of thanks, he swore that he would find some way of winning her heart. His entreaty rose to the Fates, he slowly drew back...reluctantly. Of course, he knew that over their lifetimes they would share this and greater intimacies over and over again, but never again would it be their first time. 

He realised again then that his mate was not Theadrain; she was warm-blooded by nature. He looked around the room for something that might keep her warm. Reaching for her thick coat on the floor, he stretched it over her from her toes to just below her firm breasts. Of course, in the ways of his people he had no need for such garments; having only worn the ornamental trousers of the Consortium in recognition of her human sensibilities. Being cold-blooded Theadrains automatically adjusted to whatever climate they found themselves, although Theadra itself was warm and temperate. 

So he walked slowly back down the maze of corridors to his command centre. Pushing a view buttons, he charted a return course to Theadra. As he had suspected the trip would take several weeks. Time that he knew he needed to explain everything to his mate; and time alone together to learn one another. He hoped time too for her to develop some feelings for him. For he knew that they would face many challenges ahead...the Consortium chief among them. 



Purple Passion



"Open up, Daddy, I have a little surprise for you." I flinched and knew what she was trying to do. I resisted, but then felt her hand squeezing my ball sack. 

"Open up, or I'll squeeze harder", she said. I lay there, resigned to my Daughter's power over me and opened my mouth. She hovered about three inches over it and let mycum slowly drain from her mouth into mine. I tried to hold it back with my tongue, but then she descended onto my mouth with hers and forced her tongue deep into my mouth. We tangled tongues for a few minutes, and after swapping cum back and forth several times, I realized that it had all drained down my throat. It didn't taste that bad as it slid across my tongue and into my stomach. 

"Hey, Daddy, I think you are going to have to get used to getting more special treatment", Daughter whispered into my ear as she reached up to release my wrists from the bonds that held them captive..."and maybe I'll invite my hubby to join us and let you have the real thing while I fuck him, too." I didn't know what to think, but somewhere down in my loins a deep stirring was beginning...



Purple Passions



Purple Passions 

or "Dye Another Day"

In "Purple Daze" we met Bethany, a young law student who asked her friend Stan to help her dye her hair purple. Hilarity and horniness ensued. This story picks up at the end of their long weekend as other surprises still await. If you haven't read the first story, don't worry but I do recommend you check it out and please vote. Thanks. 

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"Yep, purple is most definitely your color," said Stan as he sat back on the sweaty, well used bed idly twisting the vaguely violet strands of his just waking lover's hair.

"Ummmmm. Hi," responded Bethany through eyes that still refused to completely open. 

"Well, hi yourself, gorgeous."

"Aw, you're... juuuuusht saying that," she yawned deeply, "cause I sucked your cock at two AM."

"Well...yeah, actually. I am. Point?"

"Bump you!" she said as she blindsided him with a purple stained pillow.

"Ow! That wasn't fair! I thought you were still too sleepy to hit that hard."

"Ha, ha, ha! Okay, how about this?" With that she pulled herself up and leapt onto her new lover's naked body, her lips squeezing hard against his own. "Ummmmm, MUH!" She broke the kiss and smiled deeply into his weary eyes. "Wanna fuck?" she purred. "Again?"

Stan smiled back and mumbled the word, "Insatiable."

"Hey, this offer may expire at any time so call now. Hot steamy pussy is waiting to take your call! Ha, ha!" She was definitely wide-awake by that point.

"Sweetie, you know I love you. I mean, let's face it, since we dyed your hair on Thursday night, we've spent two whole days having sex in just about every position we could think of and a few I still can't believe..."

"Hehehe! I knew I'd get some use out of that Cosmo subscription!" she snickered as she rubbed her hands over his hairy legs.

"...but at some point, reality has to set in. I'm gonna need to get home. I really have to go back to work tomorrow, y'know."

"I know," she whined like a disappointed five year old. Then she began her attack. "Hah! I'm surprised you were able to keep up anyway! You and your dumbass purple dick!"

"Hey, now, whose fault is that? You told me you knew what you were doing but it seemed like you were making it up as you went along."

"Watch it, buddy! Hey, at least it's starting to come off the skin finally."

"After...what? Seven showers? Jeez, I'm glad I don't pay your water bill."

"I didn't notice you complaining when you had to scrub my snatch soooooo closely over and over to get the color off, handsome. Hmmmmm?"

"Get the color off, get you off. I got confused, okay? At least the color in your hair's getting more purple than it was."

"So, how about it? One more for the road and then you can go home and change or go bowling or call your buddies and brag about the hot chick you banged all weekend or whatever it is that's so incredibly more important than me." She gave him her patented pout with that one then stuck out her tongue and wiggled it lasciviously.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but how did you get by when you and I were 'just friends' ya little nympho, you?"

This got Bethany to turn introspective. "I don't know. It just never felt as good as it does with you. I guess I could take it or leave it with other guys. With you, since we were already so close, I...I guess I want to really make YOU feel good and the fact that I feel better than ever doing it is just a bonus." Sensing the mood was getting heavier than she liked, Bethany added, "Hey, you know we coulda dyed my hair way back when we worked together if you hadn't always been beating off to Carrie!" 

"I was NOT...well, okay, yeah. I was beating off to Carrie, okay?"

"Hah! I knew it! She always wanted you y'know? She told me before she left town."

"Yeah, right."

Her hand reached up and wrapped itself firmly but tenderly around Stan's discolored but rapidly stiffening organ. Her face moved so close to his that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek. "But now, I've got you." He could see that even after the events of recent days, her eyes still burned with passion. "Fuck me," she whispered in a voice like settling dust. He tilted his head, brushed her colorful hair aside and locked his lips onto her neck. "Oh my God!" she yelped as his fingers entered her now familiar pussy. The clock next to Bethany's bed said 10:41 AM.

It was two in the afternoon when Stan finally returned home to his own neglected apartment, exhausted after his long goodbye but nonetheless whistling a happy tune. Life had suddenly become much more interesting and, after a suitable period of rest, he was going to have to try to put things in perspective. Tossing his keys on the kitchen table, he untucked his shirt and looked to see his Call ID flashing. "Probably work," he thought. He hit the buttons to beep through the numbers. Nine calls since he had left the other night, two from work, three from bill collectors and four from a cell phone number he didn't recognize. He picked up the phone and dialed his voicemail.

"Hi, Stan. Just a reminder you don't have any sick time left so we won't be paying you for Friday. Hope you feel be..." He deleted the call with the click of a button.

"Shit," Stan thought.

"We have an important call for y..." Click!

"Hey, Stan. Heard you were out today. Just check..." He recognized Ernie's voice from work and knew that he'd probably left a twenty minute long message so he clicked it off also.

"Well, hey, stranger! It's me!" came a Southern-accented voice from his past. It was Carrie! Carrie had worked with he and Bethany at the used bookstore in Rayford about a year and a half earlier. She had moved away somewhere. He didn't recall exactly where. North, perhaps. They'd exchanged emails for awhile but he hadn't heard from her in more than a year. "I'm just in town for the weekend visiting my Aunt and thought maybe we could get together for dinner or something. Give me a call." 

"Damn!" he thought loudly in his head. The next message, though, was Carrie again.

"Hey, it's me again. It's Friday evening about...oh...six. Thought I'd try you again. I don't know if you ever realized just how much of a crush I had on you when we worked together. I was always so jealous that you and Bethany were so close. Ah, well. Anyway, guess you're not home. I'll try again tomorrow."

A crush? Carrie really had had a crush on Stan? He had to laugh, especially with the timing. Bethany had, of course, been right. All the time they worked together, he had maintained an unrequited crush on Carrie! Many of the late night conversations he had held on the phone with Bethany were about that! Carrie never seemed to be short of boyfriends. He never thought that she would've really considered him as anything but a friend and it had driven him crazy to the point where poor Bethany got it all poured out to her. Now, here she was admitting her interest and he had finally begun a real relationship with Bethany! The next message started. " It's about seven on Saturday night, can Stanley come out to play? Ha, ha! Hi, it's Carrie again. Are you out of town or what? It's your sexy voice on the answering machine so I know I have the right number. I don't wanna play cards with Aunt Sophie again tonight! Call me and let's meet for drinks or something. Pleeaaaasssee!!!" After a beat she added, "I won't wear a bra!" then laughed and hung up. 

Stan remembered that about the time that call had come through on the previous night, he and Bethany were engaging in a most delicious sixty-nine, his first ever! The next message came on. "Please call the number that follows immediately about your delinquent acc..." Click.

"Hello. It's important that you return this call..." Click. He was pretty sure they wouldn't repossess his car so soon. 

Finally, Carrie's last message began. She sounded as if she'd been crying. "Sniff! Me again. I guess it was just bad timing ...as usual. Maybe you don't want to see me or something. I don't know. I guess I always thought you kind of liked me. I'm sorry I bothered you, okay. Have a nice life. I won't bother you anymore." The line went dead. Stan didn't know what to think. Up until the past few days, he had still been fantasizing about Carrie fairly regularly even after all the time that had passed. 

Slowly he hung up the phone and just stared at it as he felt a headache coming on. The room was silent and his mind went blank. It was at that exact moment that the phone rang with an insistent ring that seemed ten times louder than it should have sounded.

"RIIIIIINNNG!!" Stan's heart skipped a beat and then started beating faster as if to catch up. He grabbed the phone so fast he dropped it.

"Hello! Hello!" he yelled as he fell to his knees to pick it up.

"Uh...Hello?" It WAS her!

"Carrie! Are you okay? I just got your messages and you sounded like..."

"Hey! Hey! Slow down. 'Hi. How are you.' Is a good place to start a conversation."

"Hi! How are you?"

"Fine. How 'bout yourself?"

"Cut it out, asshole! I thought you said you weren't gonna call anymore."

"Oh, that! That was last night around two in the morning. I was half asleep and feeling sorry for myself. You know me. I don't give up that easily."

"Yeah, you only called four times."

"Well the fifth one worked, didn't it? Now calm down, honey. This is my last night in town. Want to get together? I've got a lot of stuff to tell you about."

"Hah! I'll bet I can top it! You won't believe what's happened to me the last few..."

"Hey! Save it. Let's meet for dinner at Monk's Place like we used to. Six o'clock?"

"But..." On top of the headache, now his stomach was starting to feel off. He had just started a sexual relationship with his best friend and now his long lost dream girl wanted to hook up. "Well... Sure. Hey, can I bring something?"

"Like what, sweetie?"

"Like a big purple surprise?," he answered in a monotone voice. 

"Purple? What the hell...? Oh, well. Long as you're paying."

"Deal. See you at six." 

Stan clicked off but immediately hit Bethany's button. It rang three times before she answered with, "I told you never to call me here! My boyfriend might find out!"

"Cut it out, BC! You are not gonna believe who I just got off the phone with!"

Thus it was that as the hands of Bethany's Invader Zim watch ticked onto six, the happy couple stepped into the casual dining atmosphere of their old hangout, Monk's Place. "Jeez, I can't even believe this. I hope she doesn't mind you bringing me along. I mean, she's just expecting you after all."

"Hey, we're an item now. Besides, who's even gonna see me when there's a girl with purple hair in the room. You don't do that kind of thing unless you want to get noticed, y'know!"

"Dumbass!" said Bethany, reveling in her new pet name for Stan.

Inside, the hostess greeted them with a nonchalant smile and asked, "Two?" as she had done a hundred times already that day.

"Actually," said Stan, "We're supposed to be meeting a young..."

"Right this way, please," she interrupted as she stared at Bethany's hair.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Bethany whispered to Stan as they were led toward a back table. "That was almost rude! Get the manager. I wanna chew her a new one!" At that point, however, they rounded the corner of the aisle and all became apparent. For the first time in more than a year, they caught sight of Carrie sitting in a lonely corner booth...with bouncy, bright bubblegum pink hair! "Ohmigod!" yelled Bethany so loudly that all of the other diners nearby turned to look at her.

Carrie reciprocated with an equally loud squeal as she rose and rushed into Bethany's arms hugging and bouncing up and down as if they were on a trampoline. "I tried to call you!" 

"I moved!" Bethany stated loudly.

For his part, the somewhat conservatively attired Stan just stood back and marveled as his colorfully coifed pals invited everyone's stares. Finally Carrie noticed Stan and stepped away from Bethany and towards him. 

"Hello, you," he said, nervous but genuinely pleased to see her again.

"Wow," she responded rather calmly as she sized him up. "I like the beard. That's new." She then rubbed his rather prominent bald spot vigorously. "Also new!" she laughed as he grabbed her and hugged her tight.

Bethany jumped in with "I can't believe it!" as they all sat down at the booth and just smiled at each other letting the warm memory of other days wash over them. "What's with the hair?" she asked with a grand hand gesture.

"Look who's talkin'!" drawled Carrie giving her the gesture right back. 

"Well, I quit my job the other day."

"Oh, of course. That explains everything."

"And you?"

"Oh, bad break-up. Baaaad break-up!" she said shaking her pink head from side to side.

"I see. I'm sorry," said Bethany.

"Hey, I'm dealin'," she reassured.

Stan watched the exchange in awe. "What is it, then? You guys have some kind of stressful situation and you just have to go dye your hair? Is that some kinda girl thing or what?"

In unison, both ladies glared at him and answered, "Yes!" Stan sunk down in his seat and they both laughed. Bethany poked him in the ribs and Carrie kicked his leg under the table.

"Ow! No fair ganging up on me...at least not when we're all dressed." Carrie had been taking a sip of water at that moment and nearly choked on it. "Sorry," Stan offered sheepishly. She waved her hand up as she cleared her throat and caught her breath. She was blushing a bright pink shade that matched her hair. Before anything else could be said the waitress arrived and took their orders. 

The next hour flew by as Stan and Bethany talked about their jobs and their various adventures together. They were building up to telling her about being a couple now. Carrie filled them in on moving back in with her parents, being out of work for months, going through a series of bad relationships and ultimately being too embarrassed by it all to keep in contact with them.

"You stupid bitch," Bethany said as she grasped the other girl's hands across the table. "After all the nights we were there for each other when you lived here, you were embarrassed because you had a couple bad boyfriends?"

"Uhhh...girlfriends," whispered Carrie as she looked down at her food.

This time it was Stan who spritzed out his drink. "What?!"

"Yeah. He! Guess you guys didn't know I swung both ways, did ya?"

Without letting go of her hands, Bethany consoled her with, "So? Me, too, sometimes."

"Really?" asked Carrie in genuine surprise.

"I agree," said a stunned Stan attracting her attention. "Really?"

"Yeah! Really! Okay?"

Stan flustered, "It's just that...well..."

"Yeah, yeah. You and me got a lot to talk about, dumbass. Now, baby..." she said returning her attention to Carrie, "don't you ever be afraid to talk to me when you need to, okay? I've probably been there."

"I so appreciate it. I've missed you guys so much!" she said tearing up a bit.

"Now, now!" chastised Stan. "None of that! We're all bonding again, see. It should be a happy occasion. So...you have any recent pictures of you...maybe with the other girl? Naked maybe? Hmmmm?"

"OH, MEN!" she said as she kicked him in the leg again. 

"Ow! Will you quit that! I'm getting a bruise."

"Don't worry, dude," said Bethany. "I'll kiss it and make it better later." Everyone laughed but realization finally dawned on Carrie.

"Wait one fucking little minute," she said slowly. "You guys...Are you guys...?"

Bethany grabbed Stan's arm and put her head on his shoulder and a big smile on her face.

"Uhh, yeah," said Stan. "We were trying to work our way up to that."

"How long...?"

"Not quite three days," Bethany offered.

"It all started when I was asleep on Thursday night and this weirdo decided that she just had to dye her hair purple in the middle of the night and needed my help."

"Yep! Next thing ya know, we were both pretty much purple..."

"Along with the cat!" Stan interjected.

"...along with the cat, the tub, the bed, Stan's dick..."

"Hey, now! TMI!" Stan admonished.

"Ha, ha!" laughed Carrie heartily. "I'd love to see that!"

"Really?" asked Bethany with a sudden gleam in her eye. Carrie's eyes caught hers and they locked on as if the two women were having some unspoken psychic communication. After a long moment both of them were grinning wickedly.

"What?" inquired Stan, "Did I miss something?"

"Hmmmm. Why not? After all, wouldn't be my first threesome!"

"What?! BC...?" Stan said somewhat in shock as he turned to Bethany.

"Look, I promise. We'll talk. Jeez! Can't expect to know a girl completely in such a short amount of time y'know. Check, please!" she said loudly to the nearby waitress.

"Sure, hon," the woman responded as she walked over to the table. "Here ya go. Anyone up for dessert?" 

The two girls began giggling and Carrie blushed again. "I think...,"stammered Bethany between laughs, "I think we'll all enjoy dessert back at my place, thanks." The waitress handed her the check and she passed it off to a still relatively clueless Stan.

Stan paid the check while the girls visited the restroom and returned still giggling like teenagers. "Carrie's gonna follow us back to my place. Come on." Outside, they watched as Carrie wiggled off to her car on the other side of the lot.

"Okay," said Stan. "I'm dense. Clue me in."

"You simpleminded loser! You and I are an item now but you always wanted to screw Carrie and to tell you the truth so did I. I remember watching her work in those tight pants. Mmmmm! What an ass!"

"Yeah. That reminds me, exactly when did you become a lesbian?"

"I'm not a lesbian, dammit! I'm bi! I like men. I love men! Every once in awhile, though, I meet a woman that turns me on in that same way and we fuck. As for the threesome thing, we'll get into that later. Right now, let's enjoy ours."

"Okay, okay, but you can't tell me you guys just arranged for us to have a threesome in there in just a few minutes. I mean...it doesn't work that way in real life!"

"Sure it does. I was hot for her for ages and so were you. I knew she'd been hot for you and she told me in the restroom that she'd always wanted to see my tits. I mean, she came down here with every intention of finally hooking up with you, stupid!"

"But look, nobody even asked me! I mean, seriously, isn't it cheating now that you and I are together?"

"Of course not! I'm willing to share. It was my idea, remember? Look, she's leaving tomorrow. You want her, I want her and she wants us. It's a simple contract."

"What do you know about contracts? You're not a lawyer yet!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up and enjoy! Two premium pussies in one long weekend. Most guys would kill for this and all you do is kvetch! Oy!"

Stan knew that she was right in that he really had wanted to have sex with Carrie but it didn't make him feel any less guilty about it. "So how does this work? I mean...won't we feel at least a little self-conscious about it?"

"Well it's a totally different dynamic when you've got two women as opposed to two men."

"Okay. Wait a minute! How would you..."

"Oh, shit! I promise, I promise, I promise. We will talk. Soon! This just isn't the right time. Look! There's Carrie. Let's get going. Just let things happen naturally like they did with you and me. Whatever happens is among friends. It's all good. It's all good. You'll see." 

Driving back to Bethany's apartment, all Stan could think about was how rapidly things were changing. In his mind, he knew that this couldn't be right and yet whom was it hurting? All three of them were old friends and all three of them were sexually interested in each other. There was no jealousy. No disrespect. They all wanted this. No one would wake up in the morning wishing it hadn't happened. It would be an experience, a treasured memory. Suddenly, he recognized an unexpected aroma in the car and looked to his right to see Bethany slumped in the passenger seat masturbating unashamedly with her hand sticking down inside her pants. "Oh my lord! Doesn't that twat of yours ever get sore?"




Purple Passions



Breathing hard, she replied. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough, stud," and doubled the speed of her hand at her crotch as she started moaning out the open window as they drove along. 

Stan chuckled but somehow managed to keep both hands on the wheel. For the first time that evening, however, he felt himself harden somewhat uncomfortably. "Bethany AND Carrie," he thought. "This really is going to be fun."

The two cars pulled into the apartment complex parking lot simultaneously and parked side by side. Carrie exited quickly and stood outside Stan's door. "BC, are you absolutely sure about this?" Stan asked as he closed the automatic windows and turned off the engine.

Bethany looked him in the eye with that naughty grin again and answered a simple, "Yes." They held their gaze for a few moments before Carrie pounded on the driver side window. "Now for the last time shut the fuck up with the questioning or I'm gonna tie you to a frickin' chair and call my downstairs neighbor over for us to play with while you watch!"

"What!?"

"Kidding, silly. Come on. Chill! Just enjoy. You're allowed!" She smiled as she leaned in to kiss him.

"Hey! No fair! Don't start without me," called Carrie as she pounded on the window again.

As the trio walked up the path to the building, they laughed and joked like the old friends they were and no one could have suspected what they had in mind once they got inside. In fact, in spite of Bethany's reassurances, Stan himself was still finding it hard to believe.

As Bethany opened the door to the apartment, they were met by Twinky, the still partially purple cat. "Oh my stars!" Carrie whispered loudly. She picked up the fluffy, long-haired cat and it began purring in her arms. "You weren't kidding! Hi, baby. Hi, sweetie. Poor l'il thang!"

"We considered dying the rest of her purple," interjected Bethany, " and changing her name to 'Violet Rose' but..."

"Oh, we did not!" said Stan as he closed the door behind them. There was a sudden uncomfortable moment of tension as they all stood and looked at each other.

Bethany broke the tension when she quickly jumped in with, "Well, let's all get comfortable," and pulled her top off over her head, revealing the tasty apple-sized titties Stan had come to know and savor in recent days. He noted that her nipples were hard already and the thought made him stir down below.

"Oh, wow," Carrie said blankly as she watched Bethany bounce enticingly across the room. "They're gorgeous." She tossed back her bright pink hair and set down the cat who promptly walked away from the scene. "Just the right size. I'm afraid mine are a bit big," she said as she doffed her spaghetti-strapped top and unfastened her lacy black bra. Two large mounds of pink flesh flopped out of the C plus cups with deep red aereolas and thick points up front.

"Jiminy H Fuckin'Christmas, girl!" was Bethany's colorful response. "Are those things real?" Carrie nodded and laughed.

"BC! That's kinda rude, don't you think?"

"What I think is rude, Mister Man, is that you are the only one in this apartment with his top still covered." 

"Yeah, " added Carrie in mock indignation as the two girls pushed him down onto the couch and proceeded to take off his shirt. Carrie unbuttoned as Bethany used her Taekwando training to hold his hands back above his head while kissing him deeply. He struggled only slightly as he felt his hard-on reaching full throttle in his pants. He had never thought of himself as much of a stud but after two and a half straight days of mind-numbing sex with Bethany, he was amazed it would still get up under any circumstances. 

The two girls had to change position to get the long-sleeved shirt off completely and Stan was pleased to finally learn what it was like to kiss Carrie. As if in slow motion, she lowered her mouth onto his as she straddled his lap and their lips locked for the first time outside of his fantasies. Her boobs felt soft and heavy as they pressed against his hairy chest. In spite of everyone's frenetic actions, it was a sweet kiss, hard but with just a taste of tongue. It made him want more...a lot more.

Bethany was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy. She had always prided herself on being open-minded when it came to sex but somehow, even though this had been her idea, her heart skipped a beat when she saw her friends kiss. She tossed his shirt aside and pushed the other girl off of Stan, her own lips replacing his on Carrie's. She pushed her all the way down on the couch and kissed her deeply and wetly, their breasts flattening between them. Without getting up, Stan slid his pants and underwear down, freeing his by now straining manhood to wobble and throb proudly in his lap. He couldn't resist stroking it slowly as he watched the girls roll and play. 

Carrie caught her first sight of Stan's organ and tore herself away from her girlfriend. "I want THAT!" she said, pointing. "Purple's my new favorite color!"

"Mmmmmm," Bethany hummed as she sat up and began nibbling intermittently at the other girl's neck. "Of course you want that but first we've got to make sure you're ready for it." With that she ran her hand over Carrie's pants and tried to unsnap them. Another loud, wet kiss and then she said, "Get rid of these so I can tell. I want to be sure your pussy's wet enough 'cause I've already made that cock over there so damn sore this weekend that you need to be just right."

"I'm wet. I'm ready. I've been ready for that particular cock for years."

"Well, it's mine now and I have to look out for its well-being so I think I'm going to have to eat you first...just to be certain you're wet enough, you understand."

"Well, duh." Carrie pulled down her pants revealing a flimsy baby blue panty with a major wet spot already staining its skimpy front. 

"Mmmm! Blue's my very favorite color!" said the other girl as she pushed her wiggling tongue up into the wet fragrant fabric essentially eating her out right through her underwear.

Carrie yelped at the unexpected move, then positioned herself more comfortably so she could relax and take in the new sensations. Suddenly she felt body heat nearby and opened her eyes to see Stan's impatient and still somewhat purple member dancing just out of her reach. "Mine!" she stated matter-of-factly as she opened her mouth and beckoned her male friend to move in closer. Carefully, Stan angled his rigid cock downward somewhat uncomfortably to slide it right up to his old friend's welcoming lips. Then he pushed it inside her moist, warm mouth, at first a little too far as she nearly gagged. She slid it back out quickly, coughing a little but now holding the stiff meat with her slender hand. "Uh! Let me do it, honey. I promise I'll do you just right, okay?" Stan simply nodded as Carrie enveloped just the smooth head of his pulsating pole and began a vigorous campaign of licking circles around the most sensitive area on Stan's body. She made a point of sticking the edge of her tongue directly into his long pee hole on every round, delighting Stan in a way he'd never felt. He began groaning almost non-stop in tacit approval as he stood with his hands to his sides, letting her do all the work at this stage.

While sucking Stan, Carrie was also taking in all of the actions between her soft, pale legs as she squeezed them a little tighter, ensuring that her hostess would not stop and pull away. Bethany clutched and squeezed the other girl's tight ass cheeks as she continued to wipe her mouth up and down the tasty thin panty but eventually she wanted the real thing. Still using her mouth, she utilized her teeth to pull the gusset of the g-string out of the tight slit and push it aside, allowing the full, thick heat of her friend's completely bare pussy to reach her nostrils and nearly overwhelm her with lust. She lapped around the edges, pulling the engorged lower lips out simply by using her own greedy upper ones. She breathed deeply, taking in the full female power of Carrie's cunt. In the shadows of the position in which she found herself, she could see the beautiful vagina she had sometimes fantasized about spread before her, trusting and vulnerable to her own desires. The tiny clit was shiningly moist and Bethany moved to suck it in, causing Carrie to hum loudly around the shaft of flesh moving slowly in and out of her own mouth.

"Stop..." mumbled Stan as he put his hands on Carrie's shoulders, trying in vain to pull her away from his crotch. By this point, however, Carrie was almost politely squeezing his hairy testicles as she pumped his dick in and out of her mouth. "I don't want to...Uhh! I don't want to come yet! After...After this whole weekend, I really doubt if I could...Uh! Stop! ... get it up again and I really...REALLY want to find out what it's like to be inside your sweet, sweet pussy after all these years." Her pink head continued to bob up and down on his dick, squeezing tighter on his shaft and pumping faster. Her cheeks puffed out as she took him in a little deeper even, this time on her own terms. "Excuse me! I said I want to fuck you. Stop that! BC, help me!" 

"Don't look at me, bubba! I've got pussy juice all over my face. She is just oozing rivers of girl-cum down here. Mmmmmmmm-mmmm-mmmm!"

Finally, Carrie let Stan pull away, leaving a long string of spittle and thick pre-cum dangling in the air connecting his cock to her mouth. "Haha! Okay, okay. Fuck me, then. I wanna taste some pussy, too!"

"Well then, here, taste yours, babe" Bethany said as she rose and plastered her lips again to Carrie's. Although she was a little taken aback at first, Carrie quickly warmed to the idea and allowed herself to savor her own juices fresh from her purple-tinted girlfriend's hot mouth. "How's that?"

"Ohhhh, that's sweet but I wanna taste yours!" Carrie responded with a wipe of her mouth.

Almost as if they had rehearsed it, Bethany lay back on the couch and Carrie kicked her legs over her friend's head as they twisted into a classic sixty-nine position where each one had their face buried between the other's legs, one up, one down.

Stan took it all in, his pulsating rod literally dripping its clear advance cream onto the plush carpeting. He watched Carrie's ass cheeks tighten repeatedly as he saw Bethany's hot tongue slurping through her lips. He approached her tentatively and spread her cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as he did so. His heart fluttered and he felt as if he'd just discovered long-lost treasure as his eyes settled on the tiny puckered starfish that winked flirtatiously at him. He took a deep breath, then leaned in and licked straight down her pretty crack. Up and down, again and again, meeting Bethany's tongue each time on its upswing.

"Oh, my STARS!" Carrie called out. That feels SO fucking incredible!" With the encouragement, Stan became bold enough to literally lick her anus, swiping his tongue in circles around its hairy little wrinkles. Bethany, meanwhile sucked in Carrie's clit again, pulling at it with her lips just as Stan stabbed his tongue directly into the pink-haired woman's ass. "Oh, no...I'm....Uuuuuuunnnghhhhh!" she let out, pausing her own feast at Bethany's V as her legs began to shake uncontrollably. All the blood rushed from her head and Bethany's face underneath her became soaked with her hot, tangy juices. 

Stan stood up, wiped his face and walked to the sink for a glass of water to rinse out his mouth. Then he returned saying, "Get up on your knees. I have just got to fuck you now or this thing's gonna kill me."

"Oh, yeeeeess!" she said, still drifting in the afterglow. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Wait a minute! I don't have any condoms, remember?" offered Bethany reasonably.

"I'm allergic to latex anyway. Just fuck me. Please. Fuck me. Ooohhh!" 

Bethany moved from the couch as Carrie pulled up to her hands and knees, presenting her incredible naked body for both of them to enjoy. Bethany was wetter than she thought possible, having literally been leaking into her thong. She quickly pulled down her shorts and her underwear. 'Okay, okay," she said, "At least let me be the one to do the honors." 

Slipping three fingers deep inside herself, Bethany pulled them out slick with her natural lubrication and spread it all over Stan's thick primed penis, much to his delight. With that, she grabbed and pulled it directly to Carrie's ready, dripping and waiting puss. Stan looked her in the eye. He was sweating and shaking a bit from the nervousness as well as the horniness. Bethany's face was flushed but blank but then lit up with nasty smile as he watched. "Go for it, stud," she stated, "Enjoy! You have my permission."

Between deep breaths, Stan felt his own smile return as Bethany pushed the mushroom head of his cock—her cock—directly into their friend's tightly palpitating cunt!

For her part, Carrie honestly seemed to be having an out of body experience as she just kept moaning without any way to stop. She could feel her female muscles welcoming the intruding male mass. She could have sworn she felt every thick vein as Stan's cock pushed all the way up inside her doggie-style on the couch. He began sliding in and out, back and forth.

"Fuck her," entreated Bethany as she sat back on the floor moving her hand between her own shaky legs at a lightning pace. "Ohmigod! This is SO fucking hot, you guys. I can hear the squishing every time you push in and out and the whole place smells so hot and musky. Shit! Ooooh!" Tears began to stream uncontrollably out of Bethany's eyes as she coaxed herself towards her own climax while watching her two friends fuck with abandon.

Stan was no longer feeling guilt or nervousness or anything other than his impending climax. "You are so amazingly tight!" He watched her butt shake right in front of him and spanked lightly at her cheeks knowing that she probably hadn't even heard him speak above her non-stop moaning. He rested his hands on her hips, his thumbs poking at the edges of the elaborate Celtic knot tattooed in the small of her back. Underneath, Carrie's breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth in time with her lover's thrusts and her brightly shining hair bounced in front of him. Feeling himself getting close, he leaned in further, his hairy chest spooning with her smooth swayed back, his hands moving around to squeeze and tightly grasp her terrific titties, their stiff nips tickling the palms of his hands.

Bethany stood, walked around to the front and spread her wet legs widely, the aroma intoxicating Carrie who stuck her tongue out in a vain effort to make contact. "Hold it, sweetie. Hold it. Don't come yet. Sloooow down. That's it. Thaaaat's it." Bethany put her hands on Stan's back. "I want to get in on this, too, you know. Stan, why don't YOU lie on the couch now, okay?"

A bit annoyed at having to stop so close to climax, Stan nonetheless complied. Carrie seemed a bit confused. "No. I wasn't though with him!"

"Shhhh," Bethany calmed her. "Look, he's lying down, now. Look at that incredible dick!"

"Mmmmm! Yeah!"

"Can you sit on it for me sweetie?" She helped her friend straddle Stan's manhood and lower herself down. Carrie grasped the cock and worked it easily back inside her sloppy, slippery hole and immediately started moaning again. 

"What about you, BC?" asked Stan.

"What do you mean what about me, dumbass? You just take a deep breath 'cause you don't get up until we both come, get it?" With that, she straddled the man's chest and pushed her butt back against his face, her slimy slit meeting the tip of his tongue halfway and his beard immediately getting soaked with her pungent juices. "Ohhhh! You are the MAN!"

Now facing each other only inches apart, the two women fondled each other's tits and licked in and around each other's lips. Carrie was truly turned on by the sight and sounds of her man's dangerously naked cock moving in and out of this other woman's squeezebox. She could see Carrie's thickening dew pooling and foaming in Stan's pubic hair, all of which made her wiggle her own pussy down harder onto Stan's mouth. She felt little electric shocks every time he nibbled at her clit but he was teasing her, leaving her wired little nubbin alone for long periods to suck the sweetness from her less sensitive flaps. He loved the taste of pussy juice. He also loved the feel of a completely flooded pussy wrapped around his engorged cock and at that exact moment, he was feeling both of those rare and intensely delightful sensations in a way he could never have imagined just hours ago.

Carrie kissed Bethany tightly and cried a bit. "I just love you guys so much!" she grunted out as she gave way to her ultimate pleasure, screaming incomprehensibly at the top of her lungs for what seemed like several minutes.

"Oh, shit!" yelped Bethany. 

Even with his lover's still somewhat violet thighs wrapped forcefully around his head, Stan could also hear Carrie's passion and it set him off. "'m gnna cm! Gnna...Ummmgh!" he mumbled right into Bethany's squirting flower as he shivered from his head to his curled toes and released two or three jets of newly manufactured thick cum straight up from his taut, round balls directly into Carrie's clenching womanhood.

"Keep licking, babe. I'm aaaalmost there!" yelled Bethany as her eyes rolled back in her head. Carrie leaned in to hug her tightly, their boobs pressing into each other's and their equally sweaty bodies smelling so strongly of lust and fulfilled desire. While relishing his climax, Stan's cock was surprisingly still erect deep inside his old friend. Nonetheless, he began a relentless campaign of licking, sucking and nibbling Bethany's swollen pleasure point. It was her turn now.

"Come on, baby. Come for us," coaxed Carrie. "Oh, you have such a beautiful body and such a tasty pussy. Mmmmmm. I think that's my new favorite food. Look down there. Your man's cock is still inside me. It's still hard, BC. Ohhhhh, he fucked me good but it's still hard. Maybe I can get him to fuck me again. With that she rose and sat a couple of times, allowing long white strings of Stan's cum to pour out and slide slowly down her legs. "Ohhhhh! Come for us, BC!"

Bethany lost it, pressing back hard on Stan's face, her sticky cum drizzling all over his drained but happy face. Her legs locked tight and an electric shiver ran through her entire being at about a thousand miles a second. Goosebumps rose across her whole body. She moaned a bit but after Carrie it seemed inconsequential. Then she literally collapsed forward onto Stan as Carrie finally climbed off of him. Picking up his still partially hard penis, Bethany shook the sticky organ and spoke directly to it. "Go away! I am fucking sore, now, okay. Go 'way!"

Carrie stood nearby and cheered "Woo-hoo! That was easily the single most erotic thing I have ever, EVER done!" She wiggled a finger into her stretched out hole and pulled a strand of mixed cum to her lips, licking it off slowly and swallowing it as if it were the tastiest ice cream in the whole world. "Mmmm, boy! Just...WOW, y'know?

"Me, too," agreed Stan still collapsed like a rag doll on the couch. "You guys were both just so...fucking...HOT! I still can't believe this! What about you, BC? Is this the most erotic thing you've ever done or what?" 

Bethany pulled herself up and brushed back her purple hair "Well..." she started slowly as that wicked grin again washed over her still sticky face once again, "there WAS this one time where..." Out of the blue a purple stained couch pillow slapped across her face. Then another. "Ow! We'll talk, dammit! Ha, ha! I fuckin' promise we will ALL talk, okay?"

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