The Girl With The Tattoos

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15 Apr. '17

She 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 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 girl, 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 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 boys 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. As I 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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