The Purple Kiss

There was an explosion that threw me a few meters away; my vision was clouded, an infernal buzzing echoed in my ears preventing me from hearing clearly; when the dizziness became controllable, I stood up and looked around; I was surrounded by mangled corpses and other bodies that still showed signs of life although this could only be an illusion of my mind; the pungent smell invaded my nostrils causing anxiety and every breath seemed to burn my lungs ..., in the midst of that chaos I looked further and saw a young woman walking towards me. Her pale beauty harmonized with her long platinum hair contrasted with the grey brown around me and the transparent sweater she wore made it possible to see perfectly the silhouette of a slender body of slender and sensual shapes; her little feet sank into that ground made of mud, excrement and blood and when she raised them they came up immaculately clean; I could not move and the small bundle with bell ties that she was carrying in one of her hands went to the ground as if someone had taken it from me; the woman kept coming closer and when she got close enough she greeted me with a divine smile. "Come with me! Let me give you experiences you'll never forget!" Her soft, sweet voice echoed in my mind, though I couldn't feel her lips moving, and at the same time I felt the icy touch of her hands on my face as she brought her lips close to mine rehearsing an unusual kiss... I woke up sweaty and gasping! That dream... or nightmare repeated itself week after week just months after I returned from the war in Europe, leaving behind the horrors I witnessed and also those in which I took part; being careful not to wake up my wife, I would get up and walk to the kitchen on my toes, sipping on half a bottle of ice water, followed by a good dose of whiskey and a cigarette. With the end of the world conflict I returned to my native town, a quiet and provincial land seeking to return to a normality that was hard to establish; I took over the funeral home founded by my grandfather and maintained by my father whose somewhat advanced age required him to devote himself to the lightest tasks with the least possible effort imposing on me to keep the business running and costing our survival. I thought about going back to bed, but the fear that this vision would again cloud my mind made me choose to put on a suit and go out walking through the city. We were in the darkest hour of the early morning and I wandered aimlessly through streets, avenues, squares and alleys smoking and hoping to be graced with the first rays of sunshine of a new day; and everything was very fast: first the siren of the ambulance, then the sudden brake and then the alarmed voice coming from all sides; when I approached I saw a teenage girl lying on the asphalt still wet from the dew of the night with the lifeguard tying herself not quite knowing what to do. Using my knowledge as a combat paramedic, I knelt beside the body and after a quick visual examination I began to perform a cardiac massage with the lifeguard using an ambulator to resume breathing ..., unfortunately, all this effort was in vain, the young woman was dead. And once again the inevitable frustration before me was taken into account by the helplessness. The next night the body of the young Helen was brought from the municipal morgue to my funeral home; there was not much information about her, only that her mother had died in childbirth and her father had left her to her own devices; with the usual respect I lowered the sheet a little below her neck and stood admiring that now lifeless pretty face. "Come on, boy! Give her what she needs! Kiss her!" the voice rang out in my mind almost like an explosion the moment I had bent over to observe her closely; I was so startled that I jumped backward almost losing my balance. A cold sweat ran down my temples and my hands trembled almost uncontrollably. "Kiss the girl! She'll know how to reward you!" said the voice echoing metallically in my mind; my desire was to retreat from there as quickly as possible, but something unknown kept me pinned in place, forcing me to make the only possible decision. And no matter how hard I tried, when I found myself with my lips close to Helen's corpse-like lips, it culminated in a long kiss that was soon rewarded by an eager mouth and a warm, wet tongue exploring my mouth. When we fell asleep I could not believe what was happening: in front of my astonished eyes, Helen was alive! Her blue eyes sparkled and the natural redness had returned to color her face with a beautiful smile on her red lips and full of life; slowly she stood up displaying her mind-boggling nakedness; there were no marks, scars or any other anatomical detail that could even remotely indicate that she had actually died the night before, and instead what I saw was a body of slender forms whose exuberance and sight provoked me into an exaggerated excitement. Helen approached, taking my hands in her, and making them land upon her middle breasts, the firmness of which was rapturous; I did not restrain myself, and began to squeeze them affectionately, to the point of nibbling at my hoarse nipples, listening to her groan softly in a hoarse, childish voice; without my being able to sketch a reaction, she opened up my trousers and put out the limb whose pulsating stiffness was painful. Then Helen knelt down, and holding the base of the stick, began to lick gently the gland, causing an almost endless wave of shivering to run through my skin and trouble my conscience. Shortly afterwards she made it disappear into her eager mouth which sucked me with such emphasis that I had the impression that she aimed to extract my vital energy; I had no control over the situation limiting myself to groan by stroking her hair. On giving herself over to satisfaction she got up and again sealed my mouth with her following up of lustful and atrocious kisses; following my instinct I bound her with my arms pulling her body against mine to feel her vibration. Her skin was slightly cold, more because of the conservation room environment that I always kept at a low temperature, and yet I could feel her vibrating with excitement; when we were unhinged she went back to the bed lying on it and spreading her legs as she stroked her vulva in an undeniable invitation addressed to me; trying to contain the awe, I took off my clothes and advanced towards her who made gestures indicating that she wanted to feel savored in her private parts. Abandoning reality, I surrendered myself definitively to the unusual moment that seemed to be an illusion with sensory fullness and I plunged my face between Helen's legs enjoying her warm and moist vulva that soon began to vibrate before the first pleasure that poured over my tongue at the same time as she writhed moaning child enjoying the pleasure that I provided at that moment. I devoted to that oral caress all the diligence providing her with an almost endless sequence of orgasms that made her body writhing on the mat in a kind of dance full of sensuality. In a frantic and frantic rush, I climbed onto the stretcher, covering Helen's body with my own, and wasting no time in penetrating her with quick, deep movements that made her groan as a child once more; I unleashed a succession of pelvic movements, now buried, now pulling out my member gestures that soon resulted in more orgasms shaking Helen's body that stared at me with a wistful and at the same time insinuating expression. We copulated for so long that I had already lost all sense of what was around me concentrating only on enjoying that beautiful young woman full of desire; unfortunately I was forced to capitulate to so much physical effort reaching my peak in a soothing joy, squeezing out the sperm of Helen's jet inside. I was exhausted, sweating, and gasping for breath, and as I stared at Helen's face, I was seized by a strange sensation, seeing that full, smiling expression fade before my eyes, which had been taken over by a dense darkness, while an inexplicable slumber threw me into a deep void. Without any understanding of what was happening, I awoke to Darlene sitting naked on top of me, squirming in delirious movements and moaning endlessly, announcing the orgasmic spiral that dominated her senses and also her consciousness; involuntarily, I held her by the waist, driving that delightful dance of my wife over me, reaching to squeeze her full breasts and nibble her nipples, provoking renewed sensations of pleasure. And it was in this climate that we both reached a perfect and harmonious climax that we had not experienced in such magnitude for a long time. Darlene collapsed on me filling my face with kisses saying she was grateful for such an intense morning fuck. "Morning! It's dawned! What about the body? Helen's body? Who took care of it?" I asked in an alarmed tone without hiding my anxiety. -How did you know that girl's name? <unk> asked Darlene, showing surprise <unk> Well, that doesn't matter! ..., thanks to you and the paramedic she survived and was taken to the hospital ..., but from what I heard she disappeared during the night ..., you were a hero! As always! At that moment I thought it best to change the subject, because if I told her about what I thought had happened in the conservation room I think Darlene would think I was crazy, which she already suspected because of the strange nightmare that had been plaguing me for months. In the days that followed I had no more problems during sleep and I thought that everything had returned to normal, leaving the experience with Helen buried among the sweet memories of moments that still vibrated in my body. And a long time passed until everything disappeared in the mists of oblivion, except for a red tulip that someone had left on the bed of the conservation room and along with it a note that said: "Take care of this caress very lovingly and carefully, because inside it is the essence that will be mine forever!"