Free Story – Purple Passion Afternoon

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It was a steamy Georgia day. My BFF and I were so hot that a doorknob looked good until Mike came home… It was surely a purple passion afternoon.

“Purple passion” and “torn bodice” stories are my business. I write romance novels, sometimes alone and sometimes with the help of my best friend, Liz. We indulge in writing about our fantasies, placing our voluptuous heroines in exotic places while getting in and out of daring adventures and always swept off their feet by the handsome hero.

“‘Jeremy, no!’ Her hands pushed in vain against his firm, muscled arms. She could feel the sharp goose feathers of the bed pricking her skin through the silk sheets.

“‘I shall marry you, Dorothy, whether you want me or not,’ he whispered. His hot breath in her ear sent chills down her back, and she felt a wetness between her thighs that frightened and excited her at the same time.”

“I like it,” Liz pushed away from the computer and switched it off. She rose from the desk and stretched. It was a typical steamy day in Georgia, and we were skimpily dressed for comfort, secure in the knowledge that no one was due home for several hours.

Liz and I have been friends since our school days. We often exchanged clothes, makeup, and occasionally even lovers. We know one another very well. It didn’t surprise me to see that her nipples were hard. She liked writing these parts of books best—and so did I.

She stretched, and I could see the tanned nipples tight against the light blue of her t-shirt. Her shorts stretched against her thighs as she bent to work the kinks from her back. My halter and cut-offs would have been equally indecent outside the home but perfect for work.

“Annie, does he get her here, or does she fight him off?” Liz asked. “Let him have her; we’re already 50 pages into the book. It’ll take her the rest of the story to get rid of him and find her true love.”

It was my turn now. I sat down at the laptop and picked up the story. “Jeremy pressed against her until the full weight of his lean body was supported by her own body and the soft bed. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh. At first, she tried to fight him, his manhood digging deeper against her leg. A shock ran through her, and she lay still, realizing that her movements were arousing him more.”

Liz nodded with approval as I typed. She paced the room, as was her habit, dictating and continuing the story: “With one hand, he grasped her wrists and held her. His free hand moved slowly to her breast, and with a swift motion, he pulled away the silk bodice and tenderly began to massage her nipples. His fingers moved in warm, slow circles, teasing, pinching just a little. Dorothy moaned, angry with herself for showing anything but anger. Jeremy smiled down at her, knowing full well the power of his touch.

“You want me,” he whispered, “and there’s no one to stand in the way now.”

‘No,” she tried to push his hand. He held her there. “‘No one will hear us, my love. We’re alone this afternoon.’ His hand became more insistent, pulling at her nipple. Her eyes closed in resignation. He felt the peak beneath his fingers harden. Delicately, he traced his thumb across her nipple and lowered his mouth to such where he had so lightly touched.”

“Damn, I’m hot. And it isn’t just the weather.” Liz smiled meaningfully at me as she paced.

“Calm down, we’ve got work to do. At least we know the scene works. Where were we?”

“His hand, free now from her breast, trailed slowly down her soft body to the flat of her belly. He felt her tense once again as his fingers touched her soft mound. He pressed down with the palm of his hand and began to probe between her thighs delicately with his middle finger.

“Her back arched toward him. ‘You are mine, Dorothy, forever.’ Swiftly, he pulled the rest of her clothes from her body. She felt his fingers parting the lips of her most secret place. His hand felt like steel as he slowly pushed one finger into her. She was wet and ready to receive him. The heat from her body drove him over the edge, and he pulled his body up, ready to penetrate her.

“She felt him enter her. He moved slowly, stopping to give her muscles time to accept his hardness.”

“I can’t take this,” I said as I switched off the computer and took a long drink of soda.

“If Mike walked in right now, he’d get jumped. Hey, I know.” Liz ran from the room, leaving me in a whirl of lusty thoughts. A moment later, she returned, hands hidden behind her. She pranced wickedly to the table.

“My vibrator is charged up and ready to go,” she smirked as she tossed the device on the table. We were laughing so hard we cried. We didn’t hear the car door slam or the quiet opening of the front door.

“What’s so funny, you two?” Through my tears, I saw my Mike, loaded with groceries. He stood just inside the door, a nervous smile on his face. We’d been together for three years, and he still didn’t know what to do about the wild antics that occurred when Liz and I got together.

We couldn’t answer him, and after a few seconds, he put the groceries in the kitchen and sat with us at the table. Liz handed him the pages we’d written and pointed helplessly at the vibrator as if that explained our current state.

Mike shook his head and took the three pages of the manuscript. I knew that he often read our material from politeness, as his tastes were a little more graphic. As he read silently, I could see that he was getting turned on, too.

Good, the scene worked. Liz rose to stand behind his chair as he read. She moved closer until her beautiful large tits pressed against his back. I could feel sticky wetness forming in my pussy. Over Mike’s head, I caught Liz’s devilish smile. I knew what she had in mind.

My answering nod reassured her, and she leaned forward and brazenly began to massage the growing bulge in Mike’s jeans. He dropped the pages on the table and looked across at me. I could feel my nipples grow hard as his eyes locked with mine.

It was my move. I joined Liz. We took Mike by the hands and led him from the room. He was bewildered and a little hesitant to follow us. “Hey, what gives, you two?” he began.

Liz led the way into the bedroom. I knelt before him and began working at the belt of his jeans. Liz took him by surprise and nearly pulled off his arms in her haste to remove his shirt. When my hands slid down the zipper, he tensed.

“Relax, love.” I had his jeans undone and slipped them down over his lean hips. Silently, he let me remove them. He was naked and turned on. His beautiful thick cock was quickly growing. “On the bed,” I ordered.

He stumbled backward, falling on the bed. Liz and I moved to stand before him and slowly stripped, letting him watch. His cock increased in size, his impatience increased as well, and he reached down to stroke his cock as he watched. Liz played with her breasts, pushing them together and then pinching the nipples. As they reddened, she moaned with pleasure. Mike couldn’t take it anymore. He reached out his hand, pleading with us to join him.

We did. One of us lay on each side. Liz slowly licked his shoulder and worked her way with a tongue bath to his own hard nipples, giving each slow sucking attention. I moved down between his legs. His cock was now rigid. I wanted to tease him and began to lick the soft inside of his thighs, not yet touching his shaft. His breath stopped sharply, and he moaned, “Please don’t. Suck me. Suck me, Annie. Now!”

I moved to the head of his throbbing prick and took the hard tip between my lips. Slowly, I inhaled him, drawing his full length into my mouth. He tasted so good. I could feel him swell even larger. Slowly I worked my tongue around his rod, sucking hard and then soft, pulling back until my lips barely touched him and his hands frantically pushed at my head. Only then would I relent and take him into my mouth again.

Liz was teasing him as well, licking him gently. She had worked her way down to his belly button, and Mike writhed at the soft touch of her wet tongue.

She joined me now, and we took turns licking from the base of his throbbing shaft to the head. Each time my lips touched the tip of his cock, I would draw the head into my mouth, sucking hard. It was driving him wild.

“I can’t stand this anymore.” Mike roared and pushed his way up. He roughly pulled Liz back and pressed her against the bed. Before we could protest, he had done the same to me. We lay side by side. Mike towered over us.

Swiftly, he moved. His hot tongue was a shock to my pussy. He wasn’t gentle, and his teeth scraped against my clit. I turned to see Liz. Mike’s right hand was at work; his fingers disappeared into her dripping cunt, and I could see them sliding in and out, wet with her juices. His mouth was attached firmly to my pussy, his tongue thrusting up inside of me rapidly.

Mike pulled away after a moment. I cried out, my cunt wanting his attention. “Liz, sit up,” he commanded. She did as she was told. Mike moved over me. His fingers gently parted my wet cunt, and I felt his cock begin its mind-blowing journey. He gripped my hips and swiftly pushed himself inside me. His cock plunged home, deep inside of me. He leaned over, his lips even with Liz’s pussy, and began to tongue her. She moaned and leaned back against the pillows.

His shaft was rock hard now, and he pumped slowly. His left hand pushed between our joined bodies, and his fingertip brushed across my clit. Sparks flew from my body as an intense orgasm caught me by surprise. I could feel my pussy contract around his cock, milking it hard, wanting to feel him explode inside of me. He slowed his motion, wanting to prolong our fucking.

I looked over at Liz. Mike’s tongue was like a small cock, plunging deep into her vagina and pulling out slowly. His hand stroked her as he pulled out each time. She was loving it, writhing under him, wanting to push his tongue back inside her each time he withdrew.

Her head turned, and we looked at one another. Our hands met. Mike saw this and began to pump faster. Liz and I held on to one another and, with our free hands, reached to enclose Mike in our embrace. “Now, Mike,” I moaned.

At the same time, Liz screamed, her back arched high in the grip of a powerful orgasm. Mike thrust harder. I felt him tighten, and I knew he was about to come. He moaned and pushed forward, his shaft exploding thick jets of semen into my cunt.

It seemed he would never stop. I could feel the sticky whiteness overflow and run down the crack of my ass. My body began to shake. For a few moments, we held onto each other until the orgasms faded away, leaving us exhausted.

Mike managed to roll off me and pulled himself between us on the bed. We lay there until our breathing quieted, the need to sleep ready to overtake us.

Mike whispered, “I knew I’d like your writing.”