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Tattoo Covered Lady
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE GIRL WITH THE TATTOOS
Had open innocent grey-green eyes and freckles everywhere,
and pert little breasts that pressed hard little nipples
against the satin blouse she wore. On her hands were many
silver rings, and peeking from her blouse was a large
flower tattoo that I imagined painted most of her left
breast. She wore too much cheap makeup, and there were
small scars bruises on her freckled legs. There was
something in her eyes, submission mixed with eagerness,
that made me wonder how her face would look in orgasm. She
flirted openly, and so I asked her to dinner. As we faced
each other across the small table she must have read my
mind, as she delicately asked my sexual preferences. I
kept catching her looking at me, and by the time we left,
it was a problem to keep my erection from showing.
We went to her place. Her roommate and the roommate's
boyfriend were there. The tattooed girl said hello to him
and kissed him, and for a moment I felt a pang of
jealousy, for it was too long and too hot for just
friends. But when she introduced her roommate to me, the
roommate followed their precedent and kissed me. It was a
heated kiss, as though she were trying to draw something
out of me; her lips parted and I felt her hips move
against mine. When the introductions were over, I was
breathing heavily.
We sat facing on a pair of couches. I asked the tattooed
girl where the picture on her chest ended. "Want to see ?"
she asked, and began to unbutton her shirt. She pulled it
open to reveal a well-rendered surreal serpent on the
background of freckles that faded away on her soft smooth
breasts. Its head, the part that showed above her blouse,
was a flower; the tail was a bronze-scaled coil that
wrapped her breast. The end of the serpent was drawn on
the aureole, as though trying to titillate the upturned
nipple. "She drew it", she informed me, smiling at her
girl friend. "She'll paint you, too, if you want". While
I was absorbed in studying the artwork and its soft
background, the roommate opened her guy's shirt and, after
some hesitation, his pants as well. She stood him up and
slipped his pants and underwear down. On the front of his
hip, where a bathing suit would hide it, began a similar
serpent, except with the head of a bronze penis. The tail
zigzagged to the base of his cock and faded out halfway
down it. She touched the underside of his cock and smiled.
The effect was a two-headed snake, one end of which was
now rising in small steps. He was staring at the tattooed
girl's chest, and the girls were appraising his stiffening
penis. "Let's go to the pool", one of them said. It was
late, and they knew we would be alone there.
So we all removed our clothes, the girls looking carefully
at me. They gave me a spare suit. It was specially made:
split up one side and held closed with Velcro. It could be
opened and would hang on one thigh while allowing total
freedom. The girls' tops had a similar design; the straps
crossed in front, and were fastened there with Velcro to
the cups, so the straps stayed at their necks for easy
refastening. The roommate whispered something to Tattoo,
and she giggled and put her hand to her bush, and smiled
and nodded. The guy and I had to tie towels around our
waists to cover our hard-ons, but finally we were ready
for the short walk to the pool.
The familiar scent of chlorine and the hot still night
relaxed me, but wondering what was to come kept me
excited. We swam for a short time. The pool had steps at
the shallow end in a corner, where we sat waist-deep in
the warm water, the girls next to each other at the
intersection. In the rippling dim light reflected from the
pool, they stared at one another. They pulled open each
other's tops and moved very close until their hard nipples
touched, without speaking. Their nipples were stiff
enough to see the depression made in their soft breasts
when they pressed together. I slid closer to Tattoo and
kissed her shoulder. The flower-serpent seemed to be
constricting on the roommate's compact breast. She pressed
her head against mine, but kept looking at her friend. The
other guy had opened his girl's bottoms and was stroking
her pubic hair. Her nipples were smaller than Tattoo's,
tight little buttons. As he touched her, they puckered
harder. I turned my attention to Tattoo, stroking her,
pulling her bottoms open, petting her ass, sliding against
her. When I looked up, the other couple had moved; she sat
facing away from him on his legs, ass thrust backwards,
while he leaned against the wall of the pool. His eyes
were closed, but hers were sparkling. Supported by the
water, she was subtly moving against him, a little farther
back with each motion. A small jar was open on the
poolside. I realized it was a jar of Vaseline, and that
she was slowly working her anus onto his hard cock, just
under the water. Her eyes began to close, and though they
were leaning apart, they seemed to be cuddling.
Tattoo turned to look at me. She looked down and pulled
the velcro on my suit to free my straining penis, and then
looked straight into my eyes, questioning. I turned her
around to lean on the edge of the pool where it was
shallow enough that the water did not cover our genitals.
Her softly rounded buttocks gleamed in the dim light.
"Watch me" she said to her girl friend, and I turned her
a bit so the others could have a good view. Now she
reached for the jar, put a large dab on her middle finger,
and reached around to lubricate her anus well. Her finger
circled the tight opening, then dipped expertly into it
for a moment, like lips licking freshly-made whipped cream
from the spoon. She reached back to me, touching my hard
cock, caressing the head with Vaseline, and urging me
forward. I held her hips and let her hand guide my
movements. The hole was very tight at first, but she
motioned me to press it rhythmically, and as I worked
it began to loosen, allowing the end of my cock to finally
enter her. She began to pant, and pulled me toward her
more. In a sudden thrilling stroke, I felt her open and
slip around the head of my penis, holding me in a tight
pulsating grip.
The others had moved to the deeper water. The roommate had
wrapped her legs around her lover's so as to hold herself
backward to him, fully inserted. They were looking at
Tattoo's ass with my cock buried halfway in the delicious
opening. While the guy worked slowly within her, the
roommate walked him closer and reached out to place her
palm on Tattoo's ass. Now she reached over it to hold it
with both hands, staring with loving fascination at my
cock moving slowly in the throbbing hole. She pulled
Tattoo's ass apart so we could all see the contractions
that squeezed me. She laid her face on Tattoo's ass-cheek
and reached under to titillate my balls, feel my cock,
feel Tattoo's anus squeezing, and finally to caress her
clitoris.
Now with one hand holding the base of my penis and the
other rubbing Tattoo we began to work in earnest. Tattoo
began to moan softly and the guy began to move more
quickly, causing the roommate to breathe faster and rub
Tattoo harder. I could feel Tattoo opening up, loosening
the grip on my cock as her throbbing quickened. My orgasm
was building closer, and so was hers. The guy groaned as
he began to pump semen into the roommate, who slumped on
Tattoo but kept rubbing. Tattoo's grasp on me yawned very
loose, and I knew she was going to cum as I did, throbs
mixed with throbs, the roommate feeling my penis and
Tattoo's anus while we came, semen oozing in large drools
from her, lubricating her more, making it easy to slide
and feel the strong, vibrant contractions.
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Later, we relaxed at the apartment. It wasn't late, and
none of us felt the need to dress. Tattoo's roommate was
squirmy, not having cum in the pool, but her boyfriend and
I were spent. "We won't let it go to waste", Tattoo told
her, and went to the bedroom. When she returned, she was
carrying a very long double dildo and the small jar of
Vaseline. So the girls arranged us at each end of the
couch so they could recline on us, lying crotch to crotch.
With Tattoo's head on my chest, I had a beautiful view of
her roommate's still-wet pussy as she worked her end of
the dildo in. Soon both the girls' pussies were
contentedly suckling the dildo as they rubbed their clits.
I lifted one of Tattoo's legs up high so I could touch her
anus. As I did, she snuggled closer and nodded her head.
With a slight pressure, the already-loosened opening
accepted my finger. "You need to catch up to us", she told
her roommate, who muttered "mm-hmm" and pressed harder on
herself. The guy was squeezing both her nipples hard, now
in time to her hip motions. A few more moments of
masturbation and her pussy was contracting strongly on the
rubber, leaving it slick and wet when her contractions
forced some of it outward.
For me, that was the end of my relaxing. I had to shift
Tattoo so my rising penis could escape. I guided her off
the dildo, and rolled her over so she was crouched facing
the way she had been, and moved her back to her roommate.
Her lovely ass moved proudly as her vagina regained the
comfort of the rubber device which communicated her
friend's motions, her hands under her to masturbate. I
kneeled behind her, over the dildo, which was long enough
to allow my presence. I placed the head of my penis at her
anus, still lubricated and, at its center, wet from my
earlier cum. It began to yield as before, but this time
more quickly, ready to open for me as I pressed slightly
harder with each stroke. Soon it engulfed the entire head,
Tattoo murmuring contentment. As I stroked her with slight
motions, more pressure than moving, I felt her orgasm
begin, a continuation of her earlier throbs. There was no
preliminary crescendo, just continuing squeezes on me as I
worked deeper. As we enjoyed ourselves, we sensed the
other couple leaving the couch to Tattoo and me and the
dildo.
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Then we males had an idea. The other couple sat facing us
on the other couch. We sat the girls on our laps, facing
away so we could watch them while we all made love. Tattoo
and I studied the ridged underside of the guy's penis
standing straight up, engulfed in waves by an already
dripping vagina. And he watched intently as Tattoo slid
herself onto me, her warmth a rolling heat wave down my
cock. Now, as Tattoo and I took turns toying with Tattoo's
clitoris, the other couple put on a show. She raised
herself so about half of his cock showed, and began to
stroke it with her hand. On each stroke she touched her
own clit briefly, but she was working mainly on him. Her
eyes were on Tattoo and me; she was interested in our
reaction. She raised more, masturbated his cock until he
was quite hot, then lowered herself onto him to prolong
the ecstasy. She stroked up & down with her body a few
times, then again lifted. With both hands she urged his
explosion, the head of his cock firmly within her, but
most of the shaft exposed for Tattoo and me to observe.
Tattoo gasped as his penis contracted and began to throb.
Soon his semen began to run down over his testicles, and
she reached to push the precious lubricant to her clit.
Before he had finished, she too was cumming on him,
slumping forward to our applause.
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A shaft of sunlight in my eyes half awakened me. Tattoo
lay facing away from me in her bed, sleeping soundly. I
carefully pulled the sheet down to look at her in the
light. Now I saw that she had shaved her anus (or, I
thought jealously, more likely someone else had that
pleasure). It still retained in its tiny folds some of the
lubricant from the night before, and there was a dried
trail of my semen leading from it. AsI lay there admiring
her softly rounded form, she began to stir in her sleep,
moving to press her rear against me. Warmed, I dozed. I
awoke with a morning erection and Tattoo staring at it.
Sleepily she rolled away, then heaved toward me. I turned
on my side to meet her. She reached to her anus to test
its slickness with a finger. Apparently it was sufficient,
because she moved closer and used her hand to lift her
buttocks apart. I placed my penis at the now familiar
opening, and she began slowly and sleepily to rock her
hips, just enough to apply light pressure. The sun had
moved; now it illuminated our point of meeting, making
clear the contours of her flesh as it yielded to each of
her movements. She sighed as she lengthened her strokes to
press the head of my rock-hard penis into herself. Soon we
were again connected as we had been, but with a sleepy
gentleness overlaying our subdued excitement.
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