1 comments/ 6183 views/ 20 favorites The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 01 By: Knotty_Boy The flames of the camp fire flickered in the light evening breeze. They had used pebbles collected from around the sandy beach to create a circular surround, filled it with kindling in the middle and then carefully placed seven pieces of dry driftwood, each about two foot long, in a kind of wigwam structure, the pieces of wood resting against each other at the top, and buttressed in the sand by one of seven large pebbles. The seven friends sat in a circle around the fire, each of them with their backs straight and cross-legged, and each of them now quite naked. They had been giggling and chatting a few moments earlier, passing round, from right to left, first the bottle of Jack Daniels and when that was finished, the cannabis joint. The mood now was a little more subdued, with an air of seriousness, however, as the sun began to set and as a pocket penknife made its way around the circle, as one after another each girl pressed the sharp blade firmly into each of her palms, until thick red blood appeared. The knife having completed its journey, the girls reached out and grasped the hand of the two friends either side of her. Joined now in their ring of sisterhood, their blood mingling in a solemn bond of unity, they began to recite the pledge. -x-x-x- "Come on Rick, please. You'll be perfect. You know everything. Pretty please. Do it for me. Pleeease!!" Kat sat on his desk, her knees together but with her denim skirt rising up just above mid-thigh, so there was a lot of tanned bare leg for him to try and avoid noticing, which was difficult as she was swinging her legs back and forth as she pleaded with him. "We all wanted you on the quiz team in the first place but well, Steve sort of elected himself on to it, and it was a bit difficult saying no, what with him being my boss and all. But he's got some really nasty stomach bug, so no way he can do it now. It's a real stroke of luck for us. With you in the team we'll stand a chance of winning now!" A pub quiz was far from Rick's idea of an enjoyable night out. It wasn't that he found the questions too difficult, far from it. He was a voracious consumer of information and had a very retentive mind, so he often found that he knew more answers than most. No, it was the atmosphere, created by a combination of alcohol and extreme competitiveness he particularly disliked. Pub quizzes brought out the worst in people. What should have been an evening of fun, mental challenge, invariably turned out to be a raucous display of aggressiveness, bar room bragging and gamesmanship. For most of the people in the contest, it was about winning above all else, and cheating was commonplace. But it was Kat asking, which made things a lot less straightforward. At twenty eight she was fourteen years his junior so, he accepted, realistically out of his league. That didn't stop her flirting with him though, or him trying to flirt back, and fantasizing. She was, in his humble opinion, the hottest girl in the offices of web design agency iiii (strapline, "4 i's - sites for sore eyes"). She was smart and funny, with a slim but curvaceous body, beautiful grey eyes, and brown hair that hung down almost to her cute butt. He wasn't stupid, or deluded. He knew that she always fluttered those long eyelashes at him when she needed a job doing twice as quickly than even the agency's fast track process allowed for. She always came to him in an emergency as she knew he would get the work done in time and without fault. He was the guy in the agency everyone could rely on in a crisis. And she was the only one who didn't even have to ask him to work through the night to get it finished. At his age, he should be the boss, at home with the kids or at a dinner party on his mobile, instructing his subordinates to stay in the office until the work was done. But he didn't have the chutzpah, political nouse, or drive to make board director. Many was the time he had chided himself for this - if only he was in that position of power, then women, including possibly Kat, would have thrown themselves at him. But he loved doing what he did and that was that. And, he hated the thought of going to dinner parties. "Wednesday is hair-washing night, I'm not sure I can afford to miss it," it was a pretty feeble joke, weak enough to let Kat know that he was starting to fold. "Oh, I think these lovely locks will be okay if you skip a week," she said as she ran her fingers briefly through the shortish hair on the top of his head. Even by her standards it was very touchy-feely. As she leant forward to stroke his hair, he got an eyeful of succulent cleavage, and a glimpse of lacy bra cup. Crap. The prospect of an evening in such close proximity to Kat, with a few drinks inside her, was just too good to resist. -x-x-x- The quizmaster was reading out the final placings at the end of ten rounds of questions, with ten questions per round, so one hundred questions in total. Their team, "The 4 i'd Swots", had been neck-and-neck for first place with another team, "I Just Love it Really Hard" from the start. Apparently the "I Just Love it"s were from a competitor agency, so Kat and the others were absolutely desperate to beat them. At the end of round nine, their arch rivals had led by a nose, seventy eight to seventy seven. At this rate, they were each dropping an average of less than two points per round. Which meant, Kat said, squeezing excitedly on Rick's thigh, that they really needed a perfect ten in this last round to stand any chance. "In third place, it's "Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Back", with a very respectable eighty two points. Which means....drum roll please.... well....we have a tie for first place!! "I Just Love it Really Hard", and "The 4 i'd Swots" are dead level with eighty seven points apiece!! Which means ladies and gents, we have a tie breaker round, with ultra hard questions for our two teams of eggheads." Kat was going ballistic, hugging and squeezing Rick. He had single-handedly provided eight of the ten answers for the last round, and overall, including the pop music round, which was by his own admission not his forte, he had probably answered around half of all the questions for the team. They would have been close to bottom without him. "Come on Rick, you can do it!! Just relax!" Kat was giving him a mock massage on his shoulders. Her hands had been on one part of his body or another almost constantly since Round Six, when it became clear they had a chance of winning, and that he was their "secret weapon" as Kat put it. "Oh my God Rick, I swear....like I'm going to snog your face off if you can win this for us! I'm not even joking!" She was getting drunk on the adrenaline and alcopop vodkas she was knocking back, but Rick didn't doubt the sincerity of her offer. He couldn't help but harden at the prospect, sitting rather uncomfortably on the pub chair. "Question One. Who was the wife of Leofric, Earl of Mercia?" "What the fuck? I mean what...the....frigging ...fuck!!??" Rick was guessing that Dawn from Project Management wasn't familiar with the life of Lady Godiva. "Question Two. The Annual Golden Spurtle is the World Championships in making what?" "Golden Showers?!...ha ha ha...Spurting Golden Showers....Oh My God...ha ha ha!!!" Greg from Accounts had been next to useless since Round Two and was basically just getting drunk. "It's porridge," he whispered to Kat who was beaming at him incredulously. "How the fuck do you do it Ricky? You are a fucking legend! I mean where do you keep that sort of stuff in here?" Again, her hands were all over him, this time cradling his head like it was a large precious stone. He wasn't sure as a rule that he liked being called 'Ricky' but it was the first time he'd heard it from Kat and he loved the level of affection it inferred. Questions Three through to Ten continued in a similar vein, with Dawn and Greg just guffawing and looking dumbfounded, while Rick whispered his answers calmly to an awestruck Kat who was writing them down. She was getting particularly excited, as the four members of "I Just Love it Really Hard" were arguing animatedly between themselves. They clearly didn't like it quite this hard. The teams handed their answer cards in and, after checking them both carefully, the quizmaster announced "The 4 i'd Swots" the winners, with an amazing ten out of ten, compared to their rivals rather disappointing six. The chants of "cheats, cheats, cheats" coming from the sore losers across the room would not have surprised Rick in the slightest. He did not, however, hear them, as Kat's hands were clamped firmly over his ears. She was sitting on his lap and, true to her word, was snogging his face off. . -x-x-x- The face snogging continued in the back of a cab that Kat had insisted they share, even though Rick had been at pains to point out on several occasions that they lived in rather different directions. Clasping the pub quiz winners trophy in one hand and the first prize bottle of bubbly in the other, she had danced her way into the back of the cab and plonked herself back down on Rick's lap. "You know, you're a very good kisser," she announced at one point, coming up for air, "I guess it makes sense. I mean, like, you know absolutely everything, so, like, why wouldn't you know how to kiss a woman really well. I bet you've watched a documentary or read a book about it, and it's all just stayed stored up here." Not for the first time this evening she tapped his head like it was some sort of locked treasure chest she'd just dug up. "Well not really," Rick protested, "I mean, I'm a fair bit older than you. I've actually done quite a bit of actual kissing in my time. I've probably kissed a lot more women than you." He realized his mistake the moment he said it. He had drunk more than he normally would, what with the celebration rounds. They both giggled as Kat teased him about having fantasies about her and other women. If only she knew, he thought. The giggling and teasing and snogging continued until the cab driver announced that they had arrived. Together they peered out of the cab window. "My place," Kat announced matter-of-factly. Then, "Lovely, cheers. So, like, how much do we owe you?" . -x-x-x- Rick followed Kat into her flat with the air of a man who's birthday it was, looking around him, expecting that any moment now, twenty of his closest friends and family were going to jump up from behind sofas and chairs and shout "Surprise!!", whilst setting off party poppers. Surely this gorgeous young woman wasn't seriously bringing him home for sex? She disappeared into another room mumbling something about being comfortable, and he sat down on the sofa. Looking at the business card that he had grabbed from the cabbie as he climbed out of the car, he figured that he could call the same firm once she had passed out on the sofa or bed, or wherever she crashed. It wasn't that late, just before midnight, so he'd be back home and in bed by one at the latest. Kat came charging into the living room and threw herself next to him on the sofa, grinning. She had definitely taken some clothes off. Her skirt, for definite, he noted. "Hey, wotcha doing Ricky, sitting here all on your own, with your jacket on?" Standing up, she started pulling him by the hand, "C'mon, the party's in the bedroom!" No surprise party then. No cab ride home. Just Kat's bedroom. With her. He let himself be pulled up and into her bedroom. She pulled his leather jacket off and threw it on the floor. She pushed him gently in the chest so that he fell backwards onto her bed, then she clambered up on top of him, in just her blouse and panties, and straddled him. She leant forward and started to kiss him again. But whereas the kissing in the pub and back of the cab had been frenzied, booze-fuelled snogging, this was altogether more deliberate, slow, and sensual. Her hands held his head gently, her fingers stroking his face. Her tongue snaked its way around his mouth, searching out his own. His hands reached up and tentatively held her sides through her blouse, starting to feel his way around her lithe body as they kissed. "Mmmm.... I find clever men such a turn on," she cooed between kisses,"You were on fire tonight, baby. Like, I knew you'd be good at that, but I reckon you could have won Mastermind with some of those answers. Seriously, I'm not kidding." With that, she sat upright, and began to unbuttoned her blouse. She did it slowly, as if she knew exactly how many dozens of times Rick had imagined this very scenario. The last button undone, she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms and fall onto Ricks thighs. Taking his hands, she held them up against her breasts, then dropped her own hands back down by her sides, arching her back to push her chest against his palms, encouraging him to explore, to play. He woke all of a sudden from the daze he'd been in from the moment she had pulled him from the sofa, and began to massage her firm, full breasts through her bra, seeking out the hard nubs of her nipples and rubbing them with his thumbs, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger. Feeling his way between the bra cups, he located a clasp, and deftly unclipped it. Her bra opened and fell away to the sides, and his hands were immediately back, cupping her titties, rolling her nipples again. She moaned, and shifted slightly to let her loosened bra join her blouse behind her. "Ahhhhh yesss.... you're very good at that.... mmmm....a man with a brain who's good with his hands too.... I like.... mmmm....I like a lot!" Rick sat up, and took one of her full, hard nipples in his mouth and sucked slowly on it, using his lips to pull on it gently. His other hand still held and massaged her other breast. Kat moaned her appreciation, whispered something about him being a bit over dressed, and tugged away at his t-shirt. He reluctantly broke off from kissing her breasts to allow her to pull it up and over his head. "Mmmm.....nice muscles.... this just keeps getting better and better!" Kat purred as she ran her hands over his torso. Pushing him back once more, she slid herself down his body and started on the buckle of his belt. She was clearly very happy with what she'd seen so far, as she seemed in a bit of a hurry to examine the rest. The belt undone, his trousers and pants disappeared swiftly down his legs, leaving his hard throbbing cock to fall back on to his stomach. "Oh yes... oh I do love your cock!!" she squealed in delight, "My goodness, what an absolutely beautiful cock you have!!" She was turning it in her hands, as if it were an ornament she was considering purchasing. "I think that just might be the nicest cock I've ever seen," and with that she promptly took it in her mouth. Rick groaned and thrust his groin involuntarily towards her mouth. He had dreamt of this so many times, Kat's beautiful, smiling mouth with her full sexy lips, engulfing him. The only problem being that on just about every occasion, that particular fantasy resulted in him shooting his load in her mouth pretty soon after it started. Now it was a reality he wanted more, wanted it to last, to be inside her, but it had been an age since he had last been with a woman, and it felt like his balls were going to burst. He was determined for that not to happen, so tried to turn his mind away from the amazing sensations emanating from between his legs to something less potentially explosive. The questions in the quiz. That's it. He ran his mind back, trying to remember the ones he hadn't guessed correctly, trying to remember the right answers. It worked and soon he was back in control. "We've got all night to play, to explore each other, but right now I want you inside me," she declared as she clambered up his body and straddled him. I'm on the pill so no problems there. I hope you like it 'au naturel', it's so much nicer!" He nodded, his mouth too dry to say anything, and she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and without further ado, sank down on his shaft. She gyrated her hips, grinding her pubic bone against his, her hands on his chest supporting her as she rode him. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on getting his cock at the right angle, then opened them and smiled at him as she settled in to a steady rhythm. Her breathing got heavier as she picked up the pace, her buttocks rising up now off his thighs and slapping back down again. Her pussy muscles were gripping ever tighter on his cock, and soon he was starting to rely again on his quiz questions exercise to hold it all together. "Yes.. yes...yes...oh my God yes.... oh fuck....oh fuck.....fuck, fuck,fuck!!....ohhhhh..... ohhhhh...I'm....I'm....nnnggrrhh!!!!," Kat screamed as she slammed herself down on him and then collapsed onto his chest. She sat up with a dreamy smile on her face, "Yes, a very nice cock indeed...looks very attractive.....tastes delicious....and just the right size and shape for the job!!" "A good all rounder then?" "Exactly!" "Just the right size?" "Absolutely. A perfect fit." "Not too big then?" "Nope." "Ah." "What is it with you men? I tell you that you have a fantastic cock, and you just want it to be bigger!" "So if it was just a little bigger it wouldn't be as good?" "It's just perfect as it is, let's leave it at that!!" He decided that was probably good advice. "You still have your panties on," he observed, his fingers toying with the tiny waistband as he caressed her hips. "Problem with that?" "Nope, I quite like it with a little bit of clothing left on.... but....." "But what?" She had slipped off his cock, and was lying next to him, one leg spread across his waist, her head on his chest, her hand languidly stroking his shaft and balls. "Well....they probably need to come off for what I have planned next." "Do they now? And what would that be exactly?" She gave his cock a playful squeeze. "Oh, I think you have a pretty good idea." "Mmmm.... I think I do have an inkling." He was manoeuvring her round, so they were lying side by side, and he was kissing his way down her body, over her firm flat tummy, towards her pussy, his hands rubbing her wet slit through her black lace panties. His fingers snaked their way under that waistband, and started to ease them off, over her hips, his lips kissing softly any skin that their departure exposed. "Mmmm.... well that's a bit different," he murmured, still kissing. "What's that?" Kat had a hint of concern in her voice. "This tattoo.....very different.... interesting.... what's it's significance?" Above her pussy, slightly off-centre, towards her left side, concealed by her panties until he had pulled them down, Kat had a very discreet tattoo. Not in itself an unusual adornment to have for a woman of Kat's age, but whereas most women would have had something like a heart, a butterly, or possibly a cheeky little devil, Kat's looked like some sort of mathematical equation. It read, simply, "m+e=r". The letters were in black ink, set on a deep yellow, almost golden, hazy background. "Ah.. yes that," Kat didn't sound like him discovering her tattoo was what she had been concerned about. "Well there's a bit of story behind that, it's silly really, like it's a bit embarrassing." "Ok, well tell me if you want, but there's no hurry." Rick was busy kissing the tattoo and the other little parts of heaven he was gradually revealing. Kat's pussy was perfectly smooth, and he was kissing softly around her labia, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "Mmmm.... oh God that feels so, so good....oh fuck....I so want to feel your tongue inside me....oh shit, shit, shit....I'm really sorry.... but I have to tell you about the tattoo now.....it's..like....it's the rules....." "Rules...what...what do you mean rules?" Rick was just about to lick between her delectable pussy lips for the first time when she had said that. The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 01 "Ok....hold right where you are... and promise to hold on to the thought of what you were planning on doing next right before I mentioned 'rules'?" "I promise." He kissed the tattoo by way of a guarantee. "Good. Right, well, the tattoo is a visual riddle, the answer to which is a girl's name. Specifically, the name of a close friend of mine. Guess the name, you get to fuck the girl. You have an hour, during which time you have to be fucking me. You get one guess and there are no clues...." "Hold on.... what the hell?... I get to fuck your friend?.....but...." She noticed that he had paused the kissing. "Yep....and there's more....she has a different tattoo in the same position....solve that riddle and you get to fuck another friend...." "Another friend??!!....Holy fuck!!....how many....?" He had raised his head now and was looking up at her from between her legs. "Seven. There are seven of us, okay. We were best friends at university. We were probably too drunk and stoned, but we all had the tattoos done and we made a pact. We agreed." "That is just so fucking crazy! You are kidding me right?!" She was worried she was losing him. "I wish I was. I told you it was embarrassing." "Christ. That is seriously whacko. No offence." "None taken! Now, remember your promise!!" she pushed her crotch up towards him invitingly. "No worries.....my pleasure," and with that he bent his head back down and starting kissing around the edges of her labia. He planted butterfly kisses all over her pussy, paused, and then slowly ran the tip of his tongue up between her pussy lips, tasting her sticky juices for the very first time. He stopped short of licking up to her clit, instead repeating the same licking action, only pressing his tongue in deeper this time. He did this a couple more tines, until his tongue sank all the way inside her. Her hand grasped the back of his head as he made his tongue rigid and fucked her with it, his mouth filling with her delectable juice. 'm+e=r'..... what on earth was the name that bloody riddle stood for? And why did the girl of his dreams have to have a perplexing riddle tattooed on her private parts? He had no interest in fucking her friend, but he couldn't pass by a riddle or cryptic crossword clue without experiencing the desperate need to solve it. His tongue pulled out of her pussy, then ran all the way back up between her pussy lips, only this time it made full contact with her clit at the end of the action. She jumped, not expecting that sudden touch of his tongue against her most sensitive spot. He followed it up with a few flicks on her clit with his tongue, then took it in his mouth and sucked hard on it, then more flicks, then more sucking, this time letting his teeth make gentle contact with her ultra sensitive clit. His finger slipped into her wet, silky folds, and was almost immediately joined by another. He sucked on her clit and fingered her pussy as, despite himself, the riddle came back into his head. Did the letters stand for numbers, was that the answer? Of course, 'M' was one thousand in Roman numerals, though he was pretty sure it should be a capital letter if that's what it stood for. 'e' was some sort of mathematical constant that was used in a lot of equations, and of course it was used in e=mc2, Einstein's famous equation where it represented energy and 'm' stood for mass, but he couldn't make sense of this m+e=r equation. And what about 'r'? All he could think of was that it sometimes stood for 'radius' but that wasn't much use. If it was some sort of complicated mathematical equation then it was going to go unsolved tonight, that was for sure. He realized that his mouth and fingers had been on autopilot whilst his mind had been engaged mulling over the tattoo riddle. Kat didn't seem too bothered at the moment but she'd soon notice that her pussy wasn't receiving his full attention. He gently spread her labia open with his thumbs and started to thrust his tongue in and out of her again, then ran his tongue all the way from her asshole up to her clit. He was feasting on her, chewing, licking, sucking at every part of her wide open sex. Kat certainly noticed the change of pace, and was squirming against him and moaning loudly now.He dribbled some saliva down into her, letting it well up and mix with her own juices, until it began to trickle down. As it reached her puckered asshole, he caught it up with his middle finger and used it as a lubricant as he pushed his finger slowly into her ass. He could tell by her reaction, the way she pushed against him, that she was more than happy to have her ass played with, so he pushed her legs back, the tops of her thighs pressing against her body, to give him better access, and started to lick her puckered hole. Even though he was, beyond his wildest dreams, tongue fucking the gorgeous Kat in the arse, the riddle continued to nag away at him. He was being too literal about the it, he was sure. It wasn't just the letters that were clues, there had to be a reason for the choice of colour, too. Was it yellow? Or gold? Maybe it stood for "au", the symbol for gold? What would those letters add to m, e and r.? They could make 'Maureen', if he could find another 'e' and an 'n'. But he couldn't see where those letters might come from. Maureen was a possibility, but he wasn't convinced. Kat suddenly jumped up and pushed him back on the bed, giggling. "Mmmm.... well I can see that you're a man who keeps his promises. That was absolutely divine...I won't lie, I'd really love some more, but I'm starting to feel a little guilty.... I'm a generous lover and I really don't like to be selfish," and with that she swung a leg over his head, so that she was straddling his face and they were in a classic sixty nine position. Her hairless pussy pouted invitingly directly over his face. The tattoo was upside down and rather obscured now but he could still sense its presence hovering above him. He felt her mouth engulf his swollen cock, her tongue licking along his shaft. He felt her fingernails on his balls, teasing them, then felt a finger rubbing at his asshole. Oh fuck, this was just too much, the adorable Kat, sucking him, fingering him, her soaking wet pussy pushing down into his face. He felt cum welling up in his balls, he wanted this to last forever, he needed to resort to some way of holding back. How about the word 'mer'? Was that the key? Gold, frankincense and myrrh? Was frankincense the one thing missing from the tattoo? Frankie? No that was too much of a stretch, surely. 'La Mer' meant 'the sea' in French. Where did that get him though? The letters 'made' 'mer'. Mermaid? Was that it? That made sense. Were there any famous mermaid names? There was that Disney film, what was the mermaid called in that? Pop culture had always been his weakest subject in quizzes. Surely there were other mermaid names beyond a bloody Disney movie! He tried to push it from his mind. He'd managed to avoid shooting his load in her mouth, had recovered his self control now and he had a sudden burning desire to be inside her again, but closer, more connected than they'd been when she had ridden him earlier. He flipped her off him and spun around so he was between her legs. "Ooh... I do love a man who takes control," she squealed with delight. He had been spending too much time drifting off, worrying about that damn tattoo. He knelt between her legs, and held his cock, aiming it at her swollen, pouting slit. He loved watching his cock sliding in. Slowly he nudged her pussy lips apart with his knob looking down and taking it all in. The tattoo looked back up at him. Screw it, he thought, I don't care what the answer is. He thrust his pelvis forward until he was buried deep inside her, then fell forward so their faces were close, and kissed her passionately as he started to pump away. "You can't believe how many times I've thought about doing this," he panted, almost immediately regretting the confession, particularly as she just smiled back at him and kissed him again. No similar admission from her. He decided to shut up and just fuck, to avoid the risk of sounding too needy. Instead he banged away with all his energy. He had some in reserve as he hadn't exerted himself much tonight and they'd already been making love for quite a while. He sat back up on his haunches, pulled her legs up over his shoulders and began to drive into her again, achieving just about the best penetration with this position, and taking great care to pull his cock out as far as it would go before thrusting it back into her. Over and over he rammed into her, sweat starting to form on his back, as she screamed and grabbed at the bed clothes beneath her. He was pretty sure that she came at some point, but had already decided that he was just going to keep fucking her like this until he was exhausted. He kept it up for about ten minutes, maybe more, he reckoned before his heart felt like it was going to literally burst out of his chest, and he sat back again, and slowed down, keeping one of her legs up against his chest, the other wrapped around his waist. He settled to a slower, but steady rhythm now, reaching down with one hand to play with her nipples as his other hand clasped her leg to his chest. He was contemplating fucking her in the ass. She had loved the ass play earlier, which he figured was a pretty good indication that she would enjoy his cock up there too. It was a development best discussed at closer quarters, he had learned from experience, so let go of her leg, and slipped down so they were closer together again, his cock still not missing a beat. He was kissing her breasts, contemplating exactly which words to use to broach the subject of anal sex, when she twisted her head slightly to one side, as if looking for something, then looked back at him "Hey... baby....you've only got five minutes left," she said. "Sorry?" "Five minutes left....to solve the riddle." "Now?...you remind me now? You're watching the clock?" He looked up in amazement at her. "It's nothing personal baby.. it's just that, well....like, you wouldn't believe the tantrums I've had to suffer over the years for not reminding guys about the hour running out. I've got used to offering a little prompt to avoid any sulking. I can't stand the sight of a grown man behaving like that." "Sulking, you're kidding me?" "Yeah, you know....like, they get so aggrieved that they didn't get to have a guess, and a shot at screwing my mate! Like, they go all Rumplestiltskin on me!!" she laughed. "Oh I see. Oh well yes in that case I guess I can see your point. Well, thank you for reminding me." He kissed her softly between her breasts. "Well?" "Well what?" "What's your guess?" "Do I have to guess?" This was becoming surreal, he thought. "Well I would have thought of all people you would have been able to solve it. Don't disappoint me by not even guessing!" "Well I'd hate to disappoint you! Okay, in that case, my guess would be that your friend's name is Summer. The letters 'm+e=r' are an equation of sorts, or in other words a sum, and together they spell 'mer'. And then, of course, Summer fits perfectly with the golden glow background. Anyhow, that's my guess." He went back to kissing her nipples. He wasn't sure where the answer had come from. It must have slipped in via his subconscious at some point when he'd been screwing her hard. The brain often worked like that, things coming to you when you're not really thinking about them, working away in the background. Of all the solutions he'd considered, this one made most sense, and now, when he thought about the tattoo, it just seemed quite obvious. He was quietly confident that he was right. Kat however, said nothing. The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 02 They had been best friends from the very first day of uni, when they met as neighbours in their halls of residence, and the more worldly-wise Kat had taken Summer under her wing. As an only child, Summer had probably been rather over-protected by her parents, and was less prepared for living alone. So Kat had helped her sort out everything from her uni library pass to learning how to heat up a ready meal lasagne. Summer had been shielded from most of life's pleasures too, like booze and boys and weed, and Kat had immediately recognized it as her responsibility to protect Sumner from the pitfalls and perils of each. So when the idea for the tattoo riddles had taken hold, and the practicalities of things like who should have whose name tattooed on them were considered, it had seemed quite natural that Kat should be responsible for Summer's tattoo. They had stayed good friends since leaving university, so Summer wasn't a bit surprised to get a text from Kat. It had arrived on her phone at just before two in the morning, but like most sensible people with work the next day, Summer had been fast asleep then. So she saw it first thing when she woke up, her phone flashing on her bedside table. They hadn't caught up in a while, so she had guessed it would be an invitation to pop over for a Thai takeaway and a bottle of pinot grigio. When she read the message though she froze. The message read, simply. "Hi love. I bumped into our old friend Riddles today. He sends his love :-) xxx". It was a message they had agreed on years ago as being innocuous enough so as not to cause confusion or concern if seen by a partner. But Summer knew exactly what it meant, and texted Kat back immediately, "Lucky you! How was it? How's he looking these days?". She had faith in Kat's taste in men, of course, but still, her first thought was what did this total stranger look like? This man who she was going to have to fuck within the next seven days, or break her pledge. -x-x-x- Kat awoke with a much clearer head than she deserved. She lay with her eyes closed, piecing together the events of last night. She could feel Rick's body next to hers, still asleep, judging by his breathing. She hadn't planned to fuck him last night, but neither did she regret it. She liked him, liked him a lot. He was a really nice guy, quite funny in his own way and not bad looking. And, as she had discovered last night, a damn good fuck. Last night hadn't ended particularly well though, she remembered now. The whole tattoo thing had freaked him out a bit, and who could blame him? Her sending Summer a text in the early hours had been the final straw, and they hadn't continued their lovemaking after she had told him that he had solved the riddle. He was still inside her at that point, but she could already feel him softening, her insistence on abiding by the rules had come as an unwelcome intrusion. But now the riddle business was over. He had guessed it correctly and that was it. He could pick things up with Summer, who would have his mobile number and would text him to arrange things. But Kat hadn't heard back from Summer just yet, so she wondered if they could pick up where they left off last night, more or less. She loved early morning sex and figured it would be awesome with a lover like Rick. So, still with her eyes closed, her hand reached out carefully under the duvet. He was lying on his side, facing her. Perfect, she thought. Her hand moved as gently as it could between his legs, and made contact with his warm cock. Mmmm...she pictured in her mind his lovely cock. Gently, oh so gently, she ran her fingers along it. She wanted him to be as hard as possible when he woke. The harder he was, the more likely he would forget about the tattoo riddle debacle, and just want to fuck her. She was pleased ro see that his dick was not totally soft, but had thickened up a little already. Was he dreaming of her? Her fingers teased as lightly as possible around his head, still mosttly covered by his foreskin. She was delighted to feel his cock slowly stretch and straighten, soon it would be fully hard and she would start to wank him Better still, how much would he like it if he woke up with her mouth on his cock?! It was the least she could do, after pissing about with all the rules nonsens last night, when all he had wanted to do was fuck her brains out. And she wasn't stupid, or blind, she knew how much he liked her, understood the way he always looked at her. Her fingers were keeping him hard as she carefully edged her way down the bed, trying not to wake him, until her face was level with his groin. She lifted his cock with one finger and closed her lips around his knob, tasting his delicious early morning pre-cum as it oozed out. He was stirring, moaning in his sleep, his body reacting to the stimulation by pushing his groin against her mouth. This was going well, Kat thought, by the time he eventually wakes from his slumber we'll be fucking, more or less. Then a phone on the bedside table buzzed and vibrated really loudly, and Rick woke with a start, pulling himself up, so his cock popped right out of her mouth. "What the...where ...who...what was that?" he spluttered. "Don't worry honey, it's just a text. It's my phone, I'm pretty sure," she reassured him, reaching out for his cock again. She shuffled back up and cuddled up to him, wrapped a leg across his, and made sure she got her hand back on his cock. She desperately wanted to keep him hard and horny. She pressed her breasts against him, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Surely no man could resist that sort of three-pronged assault the moment he woke up with a hard on. Rick did try to make some attempt at protest, but sure enough, he was soon won over by Kat forcing her body onto him. She decided not to risk losing her advantage, so slipped her leg over further, to straddle him, nudged his knob against her wet pussy lips and sank down, kissing him passionately all the while. With his cock lodged deep inside her, and with a few pelvic thrusts under her belt, just to avoid any misunderstanding as to her intent, she felt it safe to engage in conversation. "Morning lover. Glad to see you're a man who wakes up raring to go. Mmmm...that feels soooo good, I'm going to fuck your brains out... nice and slowly to start with... if that's okay with you of course?" she giggled as she playfully took his hands and stretched them out above him, as if pinning him down, so her breasts were dangling in his face. He said nothing, but strained to lift his head in order to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it it, which she took to mean he was happy with that arrangement. At first he lay there, letting her ride him, but as he gradually awoke he became a more active participant, pushing his hips up against her, licking more enthusiastically at her breasts. Then suddenly he grabbed hold of her and flipped her over, managing to stay inside her as he did so. He started to fuck her with long, measured strokes, pulling his cock out almost all the way before driving it back in again, maintaining a smooth, regular rhythm. He was wide awake now, and smiled tenderly down at her, before dipping his head down slowly to take a nipple in his mouth and pulling on it with his lips before letting it go. He did the same to her other nipple then moved back and forth between the two, licking, biting, and sucking on her breasts as he kept fucking her. She was moaning as her nipples became increasingly sensitive under his attention. Just as she thought they couldn't take any more, he pulled out, manoeuvred her around onto her knees and slipped his cock straight back inside her in one slick move. His pace was faster and harder now, holding on to her hips as he thrust against her ass. She could feel him slapping against her buttocks each time he drove in. She gasped as she felt his thumb pressing against her butthole, stretching and spreading it before it popped right in. He was fucking her relentlessly, probing her arse with his thumb as he did so. She was screaming into the pillows as he piled into her again and again. She felt her orgasm welling up inside her and pushed herself up on her arms as it exploded, throwing her head back and screaming at him. "Oh fuck yes...yes, yes... fuck me... fuck me hard... yes...oh fuck I'm... I'm... I'm... oh my God YESSSSSSSS!!" She slumped down again, her screams continued but were now muffled by her pillow as wave after wave swept through her body. She thought she felt him explode inside her but she wasn't sure. She didn't care. It felt so fucking good! -x-x-x- Summer got up to shower while she waited for Kat's reply. Before they met her, everyone had a preconceived notion of what she looked like, based on her name. Young and innocent looking, long straight blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles, and natural and free from make up, was generally the gist of it. Summer was none of these. Her mother was from Venezuela, and she had definitely given Summer her frizzy shoulder length black hair, big brown eyes and cocoa tinted skin. As she showered, she looked down at her own tattoo and thought back to the vacation, almost seven years ago now, when they a had collectively decided that this was a good idea, God knows why. It had something to do, she recalled, with the fact that several of the girls' boyfriends had recently been unfaithful, and the ensuing group therapy resulted in the obvious conclusion that all men, no matter how intelligent, were ultimately ruled by their cock. Faced with the prospect of a naked, willing young woman, it was agreed, all reason and logic would invariably betray them. So even if a man had the chance to earn himself a great prize, like the right to fuck another, equally attractive and willing young woman, he would have no chance of focusing his mind sufficiently in order to solve a simple puzzle in order to win that prize. It was, they all agreed, a universal truth. Then one of the seven, she couldn't remember which, had proposed the tattoos. To show how much smarter we are than than all those Neanderthal dumbfucks, she had said. By this time they were all pretty stoned, so the time spent concocting each other's riddles had flown by, and before they knew it they were in one of the many tattoo parlours on the Greek holiday island they were staying on, with the first two having the puzzles inked onto their private parts. All of the tattoos were relatively simple, and they were done in a jiffy. Running down to the beach they had danced in the sand to the music from one of the bars. The next bit in particular was pretty hazy, but somehow they'd found themselves sitting in a circle, reciting some pseudo spiritual pledge of sisterhood. The rules were arrived at the next day, once they had sobered up but faced up to the reality that they were now all owners of rather unconventional tattoos just north of their pussies. Most of them were still pretty bullish about the chances of their challenge going unmet by any future male partners, especially those recently betrayed, who were at that point the most vehemently anti-men ones in the group. And to be fair, they had done pretty well. She wasn't aware of any man having guessed correctly. Not until today that is. -x-x-x- "So, we need make sure we don't look like we're arriving together at work this morning," she said. "Why? You embarrassed of me then?" he joked, poking her playfully. "Too right I am," she giggled and kissed him quickly on the lips. They were sitting having breakfast in Kat's living room, sitting close to one another on the sofa. Kate's planned early morning lovemaking had proceeded nicely to plan, and they had writhed around, entangled, for the best part of an hour before he had finally cum, shooting his load inside her. An invitation to freshen up together in her wet room had led to further frolicking and foreplay, and to her surprise and delight, he had stiffened up again almost immediately. They had ended up back in bed again, and as a result were now wolfing down hot buttered toast in an effort not to be arriving late, together, at the agency. "More importantly...we need to get you to meet the gorgeous Summer." "About that whole tattoo riddle thing..." "Uh-huh?" "I'm not so sure I want to meet her. I mean I'm sure she is lovely..." "She is bloody stunning!!...look, I'll show you her Facebook profile." "You don't have to. That's not the issue." "Then what is?" "Us." "Oh." A silence hung in the air. Only a matter of seconds, but it seemed like and age for both of them. Finally Rick broke it. "Last night was good wasn't it? This morning too? I thought we had something. A real connection I don't want to go ruining that for a... well a quick shag with a complete stranger... particularly one who is doing it because of some stupid drunken pledge she made seven years ago. I like you Kat, I like you a lot!" There, he had said it. He was trying to make eye contact but she was looking away from him. "I know, and I like you too, but..." "Then that's all that matters isn't it?" he interrupted. ""...but...it's the age difference, it just won't work." "But...you said enough times last night that I'm in good shape." "It's not that. Your body's great...the sex was great...better than great...it's about the future...my plans for the future." "I don't understand." "Kids. It's about having kids." He went to say something but she turned to look him in the eye and put a hand on his, so he let her continue. "I want kids. Not right now, but I figure like maybe about four or five years from now." "Uh-huh, and...?" "...and I'll be thirty two, maybe thirty three. You'll be, what...forty five or six?" "Yes," he wasn't getting her point just yet "So when our first child grows up to be...like when they're eighteen...you'll be, like, sixty something" "I guess..." He still wasn't quite there. "And I want two at least, probably three. So another five, six years maybe. When the youngest is eighteen you'll be almost seventy. And that's if everything goes to p!an. If there's a delay, if we have to wait, you'll be even older." She winced as she said it, like she found the idea totally creepy. "But loads of people are having kids later these days," he reasoned. "I know, I know. But I'm not loads of people. It's a real 'thing' I have, okay? My parents were old when they had me. Like, everyone thought my grandparents were bringing me up. When I was a teenager they really didn't understand me, the things I wanted to do, the clothes I wanted to wear, the people I wanted to hang with," she looked past him as she spoke, reliving bad memories, "I ended up hating them for it." He could see tears welling up in her eyes. He put his arms around her to comfort her, but she pulled away, and got up to pour more coffee from the cafetiere. "But things are different these days, the world's a different place. And I'm not your parents. C'mon, I work in a web agency, where the average age of the workforce is about twenty two. I'm down with the kids!" He tried to make a joke to lighten the mood. "No I get that, but it's just how I feel, that's all." "But..." "Listen, can't you just accept that I don't want to get involved with an older guy, for fuck's sake!" She snapped at him, the first time he could ever recall her having done so. "Okay." He drained his mug of tea, got up and reached for his jacket, "I'll set off now so we won't arrive together." "What about Summer? What do you want me to say to her?" He gave her no reply, just kept on walking out of the flat. -x-x-x- Summer was getting worried about Kat. It wasn't like her to take so long to reply to a text. Of course she knew that Kat had a man with her, which was a good enough reason to have something other to do than texting. But she also suspected that this was some sort of spur-of-the-moment thing. First off, she would have known if there was someone serious on the scene, as Kat would have told her, but she hadn't. She also knew that this would have to be Kat's first time with the guy, as he could only have a guess the first time he saw the tattoo. And the text she got was very late last night, or rather, very early this morning. So...a new guy, quite possibly only met him last night, and got carried away after a heavy drinking session. It was enough for Summer to be concerned about the lack of reply. So she resorted to the nuclear option. She abandoned text and called Kat. Kat answered on the third ring. "Hi sweetie! Sorry I didn't reply. Just enjoying a cheeky spot of early morning sex!" She sounded cheerful. "So everything's okay? Are you still with him?" "Everything's fine. And no, he's just left." Kat chose not to mention the bit about him just walking out. She couldn't really blame him, and it would just paint him in a bad light, which would be unfair. "So he got it right! So is he smart as well as good in bed, or was it just a lucky guess?" "No, he's a bit of a brainbox. He's got, like, a photographic memory or something, he stores so much information up there." "He sounds different to your normal take home dish then?!" "Cheeky cow!" Kat was laughing, "He's a very considerate lover, honey. I reckon he'll be the perfect way for you to move on from Roger. A night of great, totally no strings attached sex is just what you need!" Summer had been on and off with ex-boyfriend Roger for almost two years. After a couple of blazing rows, it was finally over, she thought. But Kat was right, a damn good night of sex with a random guy was probably a great way to finally close it down for good. Sort of a guarantee she wouldn't be tempted back if he proposed giving it yet another go. And she hadn't had a great, drama-free fuck for as long as she could remember. "I think you might be right. And you're sure you don't mind? We've, like, never been here before, have we. Someone guessing my name, I mean. You sure you feel okay about it?" "You'd be doing me a favour. I think he wants a bit more from me than I can give. He's absolutely lovely, but he's a bit older than us, and you know I have this thing about older men." "Jesus Kat! How old is he?! Hey, he's not the guy at work you've told me about before who's cute but too old, is he?" "Yes, that's him. He's forty two." "Hmmm. That's not actually that old. Just about on the cusp. You know, it could work if you do really like him." "Yeah, I know, I thought that too. But I'd really rather have someone my age. It would just always be nagging away in the back of my head otherwise." "Well, if you're sure it's okay." "Totally." "Cool. It's funny. After all these years of sort of dreading it, I'm really looking forward to it. Knowing he's a nice guy and a good shag, you know, from your, like, 'review' of him!" Summer giggled, "I'm getting quite turned on thinking about it. And, we get to swap notes after. We've never been able to do that before!" "Enjoy it babe. He's got a really lovely cock, and he knows how to use it if you know what I mean. Seriously, the way I see it, if you fuck his brains out, he's far less likely to worry about wanting anything longer term with me. It'd be finally something really useful this damn tattoo has done for me after all the dramas it's caused, men sulking, trying to have second guesses, that sort of shit!" "I know what you mean. It always came up when Roger and I were at each other's throats. It always bugged him for some reason." "Men are such twats. So, I'll give you his number, you call him, fuck him to within an inch of his life, we share notes over a bit of Pad Thai, and I think all three of us will be quite happy!" "Okay babe. Text me his number. Catch you later." The more Summer thought about it, the more excited she was about a night of passion with this total stranger. She decided she'd go and buy some knockout new lingerie especially for the occasion, really spoil him with something properly rude. She'd need to ensure the panties covered up that tattoo of course, but only just!! The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 02 -x-x-x- Rick sat on the bus, staring out of the window, struggling with a mix of emotions he really didn't think he should be having at his age. The night of sex with Kat had been nothing short of sensational. Right up until the nonsense about the tattoo riddle 'rules', it had been, without a doubt, the best sex of his life. The riddle thing itself had actually been strangely fun, had added a different dimension to the carnal proceedings. But then, when Kat had told him he'd guessed it right, her reaction had really pissed him off. At first she had been quiet, like she was disappointed, and he had hoped that she would have tried to dissuade him from taking it any further, told him that she'd rather he stay with her. But then she had said she had to text Summer right away - those frigging 'rules' again. Worse than that, she had seemed quite excited by the prospect of him meeting up with and fucking her friend. Like he was just some participant in the middle of some college party game, who meant nothing to her. Then in the morning he awoke to find her mouth around him, and he'd started to think she'd had a change of heart. He'd been dozing blissfully, enjoying the feel of her soft lips, when the phone had buzzed, and she'd just climbed on top of him and the great sex just started over again. The phone had been a text from Summer, apparently. Those bloody tattoos again. And then it had all gone downhill from there. His mind kept jumping to a multitude of flashbacks to the incredible sex, the positions they managed, watching Kat cum, the moments of tenderness and giggles they shared in between the thrusting and groaning. But these memories were interspersed with bits and pieces of the argument they'd had about 'them'. Was she really that concerned about the age gap? Or was that just a cover story that she'd concocted as she hadn't really enjoyed the evening? He thought he knew women well enough to be pretty confident that the sex had been good, and up until breakfast they had got on pretty much just as famously as they always had, laughing and teasing, only with the added physical, sexual dimension. So he couldn't see why she would make up an objection about his age in order to conceal another, non-sexual, reason for not wanting to have a relationship. He had to conclude that she was just being straight with him. He wanted to scream, he was so frustrated, he had got so near to a shot at having something with her, and yet it seemed now there was no chance of a future with her if that was how she really felt. -x-x-x- Not all of the girls had stayed as close as Kat and Summer had, but they all still managed to congregate once a year at least, on the anniversary of that night around the fire on the beach. The gathering was much like any other college reunion, except that alongside the career and boyfriend updates and mutual appreciation of outfits, hairstyles and figures, there was the sharing of stories of men's futile attempts at solving the seven riddles. There was even an unofficial league table for Crappiest Guesses, which was added to each year, with roars of drunken laughter filling the room whenever a desperate lover, having realised he had just seconds left, plucked a name out of the air that was so ludicrous as to warrant inclusion in the table. As well as the annual get together, the girls had agreed to alert the rest of the group should a man be successful with his guess. A group email was to be sent with nothing more than the subject line "Clever, or just lucky?", this again being vague enough to avoid any embarrassing questions if read by inquisitive eyes. It had been agreed that an email alert was only fair on other members of the group, preparing them for the possibility that they too might be involved at some point. They each knew exactly where they were in the circle, so could gauge for themselves how far removed they were from the two girls immediately involved. The group email had only ever been deployed on one previous occasion, which was soon revealed to be a drunken hoax sent by one of the girls trying to spook her friend who had recently fallen big time for a new love. Kat double-checked the email addresses and clicked 'Send'. She wasn't sure how happy some of the group would be about it. Three of the five were, to the best of her knowledge, in serious relationships. One was married and another engaged last time she had seen them, about six months ago. She was pretty sure that those two at least would renege on the pledge if it ever threatened to affect them, and she couldn't blame them. It had been a bit of harmless, drunken fun, when they weren't much more than kids. Their lives were totally different now. Of course the said husband, fiancee and boyfriend would each have seen their tattoo, and would have had their guess, and clearly got it wrong. No doubt they had been reassured, however, once the relationship became serious, that such girlish nonsense as pledges and sisterhood circles had no place in their lives now. Still, she had agreed, along with all of them, to send the email in the event her tattoo riddle was solved, and she had done it. What they did with the news was up to them. -x-x-x- The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 03 SPOILER ALERT!!! Please don't read this chapter ahead of Chapters 1 and 2. As the title suggests there are riddles for Our Hero to solve. Reading chapters out of order will spoil this aspect of the story for you. ***** "Need any help?" Summer noted the absence of the customary 'madam' at the end of the shop assistant's enquiry. She could appreciate why such formalities might be felt unnecessary, though, surrounded as they were by lurid pink and purple sex toys, shiny black PVC boots, metal and leather bondage chains and handcuffs, and a sea of lace, satin and fishnet lingerie. Summer had never ventured into a sex shop before, and was probably looking a little overwhelmed. In truth she was simply mesmerized by all the sexy gear she was confronted with, and could feel a warm wetness spreading through the crotch of her panties. "I'm, err..." I'm what, exactly? Looking for an outfit ruder than anything I've dared wear before, something that will leave hardly anything to the imagination for a man I've never even met, and will never see again after our one night together? The only stipulation I have is that it covers this small tattoo I have just above my pussy? She could hardly say that now could she? "...looking to surprise your boyfriend with something daring, seductive and sexy?" The assistant attempted to completed the sentence for her "He's not my... er, yes... yes...surprise my boyfriend. Exactly." "Cool. So what does he like? Sheer? Silk? Fishnet? Most men seem to like fishnet. How about this red fishnet bodystocking?" She pointed to a nearby display. Oh God she loved that, and felt a twinge in her pussy as she imagined revealing herself to him in it. But actually no, that wouldn't work. The mesh was too large and the way it stretched and revealed so much of the bare flesh beneath, he'd be able to see the tattoo, at least partially, and then his hour would have to begin. No, she didn't want him to see that until later, didn't want him being distracted. Not like with Kat. Apparently it had put a bit of a dampener on proceedings. "Or how about these. A lot of men just love the virginal look." The white basque and panties did look great, but virginal wasn't the look she was going for. She shook her head. "Okay, how about these, they're new in today." The assistant held up a bra, panties and suspender belt set in black lace and pink satin. Christ there was hardly anything to it! Her pussy was oozing just at the thought of trying that on, let alone having a man seeing her in it. God, Roger hated this sort of thing, he always said it made women look slutty. And that's exactly what I want, she thought. For this complete stranger to lust over me, the moment he sees me, just want to fuck me and never want to stop. "Yes, that's perfect, just what I was looking for. Thank you." She hadn't felt this excited about anything for, well, for as long as she could remember. The last few months with Roger had just been so energy draining, and since they had split she had just had no inclination to date. What she really wanted was some no-strings no-holds-barred sex. To be made to feel like a woman, to be desired, and ravaged, just for one night. Meeting someone from work was a non-starter. She worked in a fashion designers, a small office, and most of her colleagues were women, the only men were a couple of junior execs, and toy boys just weren't her thing. And being set up by friends on a blind date just felt so, well, desperate. Friends at work had urged her to try dating websites, but she had heard so many horror stories from others about the weird men who populated them that she wasn't prepared to risk it. Ditto walking into a bar and picking strange guys up. No, the more she thought about it, Kat's man was just what she needed. She picked out some lace top stockings to finish off the outfit and made her way towards the checkout. As she did so, her eye was caught by the purple and pink plastic toys. She'd never owned one. Roger certainly wouldn't have approved. All the more reason to have a browse... -x-x-x- "Are we okay?" Kat was at his desk, but this morning she was standing next to him, a few feet away, there was no sitting perched on the edge, closer to him than was maybe necessary, like she usually did. Today they were like two colleagues chatting in the office. Only, unlike their other colleagues, he thought, earlier this morning he had shot his cum inside her as she had screamed her orgasm into the bedding. "Yeah. I think so. Might need a bit of time to get my head round things." He wanted to implore her to reconsider, to meet for a drink tonight to talk things over. But he knew that now wasn't the time or place, and suspected there wouldn't be one either. "Summer's, like, really looking forward to meeting you, you know?" "Yeah, she's sent me a text saying 'hi' and asking about meeting up." His tone was flat, no enthusiasm in his voice whatever. "You gonna do it?" "Dunno." He was staring at his screen. "Really? She is so cute. Seriously." "Yeah but she's not y..." It had spilled out before he had a chance to think. He stopped himself before he embarrassed them both. But she knew what he had meant. "Look Rick, I know this sounds really weird...and I know this is a bit of a fucked up situation...but I would really appreciate it if you did. She's in a bit of a crappy place right now, and what she really needs is some fun with a guy like you. Well, with you, actually. I don't really know any other guys like you." A voice in his head was screaming "Ask her what she means by that exactly!" But he ignored it. "Ok. I'll text her back now." He knew that's the response Kat wanted to hear and despite what she had said this morning, he still wanted to make her happy. He'd meet up with Summer, as a favour to Kat. Perverse as it sounded, fucking her mate might be the best thing to do to win her over. "Thank you! You're an absolute legend!" He inwardly cringed. It sounded like she was thanking him for completing a work project ahead of time. But then she leant forward and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, before walking back to her desk. His head was swimming as he reached for his phone, opened up Summer's message and started typing a reply. -x-x-x She had got a bit carried away in the sex shop. Like a kid in a candy store is how it had been. The floodgates had just opened. The last few days, since the text from Kat, Summer seemed to have tapped into some primal wellspring of pent up sexual desire. She was desperate to try new things. All the stuff she had heard others talk about, seen in movies, read in books. It was like the release of fresh energy she'd had before when she had started on a new health regime. Only this time she was free of the unhealthy diet imposed on her by Roger's priggishness. She couldn't remember when she'd last masturbated, but the last two nights she'd gone to bed with her head full of such very rude thoughts, and her hand had crept down between her legs, stroking her soft wet pussy, a finger slipping easily inside, followed by another. Her other hand had soon been pulling and pinching at her nipples, and it was only a matter of minutes before she was reaching for her brand new purple vibe. She had never played with herself in front of a man before, but she fantasised about spreading her legs in front of Rick, fingering herself as he watched, his hand pulling on his lovely cock. She had come hard, imagining that he was shooting stream after stream of hot cum all over her fingers and pussy. She was sleeping well these last few nights, that was for sure! She had all her purchases laid out on her bed, trying to decide which of them she'd try out with Rick. She couldn't subject him to all of them, not all in one night. But she wanted to make the most of the opportunity. When he had initially replied to her text a few days ago, she could tell he had been a slightly reluctant correspondent, still feeling bruised from Kat's rejection no doubt. But she had sent him a few more cheeky texts since then, and she sensed he was starting to warm to the idea of a night with her. And so he bloody well should! He was going to see her like no man have ever seen her before. -x-x-x- The exact origins of the term Dutch courage were unclear, Rick ruminated, but most accounts attributed it's meaning to the pre-battle effects of drinking alcohol - specifically gin - on soldiers fighting in the Thirty Years War. As he rolled the cubes of ice around his half emptied glass of gin and tonic, he felt like it was he who was going into battle. He sat in a bar about five minutes' walk from Summer's apartment. She was waiting for him in eager anticipation. He knew this as half an hour earlier she had sent him a selfie that she claimed was taken as she was getting herself ready earlier. It showed simply her bare slender legs stretched out in front of her lying, it seemed, on her bed. She wasn't behaving like she felt obliged to meet up with him, as he had expected. Nor did she seem like a woman dealing with the aftermath of a failed long term relationship, as Kat said she was. Or maybe she was. Rick felt that he was learning increasingly over the past few days that he knew very little about women and what went on in their heads. He took a large sip of the gin and considered ordering another. This was such unknown territory for him. He had never slept with two different women in the space of a month, let alone a week! He checked his watch. Eight o'clock, he was due there now. His phone buzzed and he half-hoped it would be Kat, saying she'd changed her mind and that she didn't want him to go through with it after all, but wanted him to come and see her instead. But it was from Summer, another picture message. An even more revealing shot? No, it was a picture of two full champagne flutes. No need for the second G&T then. He pushed himself away from the bar and slid off the stool. The walk to Summer's place took more like two minutes, and before he knew it he was standing in front of the entrance to a modern apartment block. He check the text she'd sent with her address and pressed number eighty three on the intercom. His legs were shaking, his heart thumping in his chest. -x-x-x- Rick would be arriving at Summer's around now. She had a pretty good idea of what lay in store for him, as Summer had discussed her plans with her, and showed her pics of her sex shop spree. He was a lucky boy - she had never seen or heard Summer so excited, so adventurous. He wouldn't know what had hit him if she managed to do half of what she planned to with him. She poured herself another glass of wine, had a quick flick through Summer's texts, imagining Rick's face as he saw those outfits unveiled, imagining his cock getting hard. Her breasts were still a little sensitive from the ferocious sucking they'd received the other morning, and as she imagined Summer releasing that beautiful erection from his pants, she could feel her nipples swelling, pushing rather painfully against the lace of her bra. Shit! She didn't want to be getting horny thinking about Rick and his cock. She opened her emails, looking for some idle distraction. The third email in her inbox immediately caught her eye. It wa a reply to her email alert. She hadn't really anticipated any responses. She quickly pictured in her mind the circle round the campfire, working out where in the sequence of girls the reply had come from. Yep, of course, that figured. ------ From: biteofthecherry26890 To: Kat Subject: Re: Clever, or just lucky? Hi Kat love Thanks for your email. Hope ur well. Certainly sounds like ur enjoying yourself!! Congrats on finding a man up to the challenge of our little game :) Do you know if Summer is meeting up with him? Not sure if she's still with Roger. It sounded a bit rocky when we all met up last. But I guess she might not want to if they are still together. Would be nice to know, obvs, as I'm next after her as it were in the line. Wouldn't want to let the side down if she does do it and he guesses mine, so just wanted to get a cheeky heads up on the sitch. Hugs xxx ------ She hadn't really thought about that. About Rick progressing round the circle. When he had guessed she'd just thought about him shagging Summer. He certainly had the right sort of mind to solve more of the riddles. She couldn't see it happening though, and even if he did she was sure someone would soon bail out, saying it was just a silly game. But what if he did? -x-x-x- "Hello?" said a chirpy young female voice through the speaker. "H...Hi, it's Rick." His mouth was so dry, he almost didn't manage to blurr it out at all. "Hey! Come on up!" The door buzzed and he pushed it open. Eighty three was on the sixth floor and as he travelled up in the lift he checked his breath. Of course, it smelled of gin more than anything else. He felt like a teenager on a first date. As he walked down the carpeted hallway he briefly contemplated turning around and leaving, but suddenly he found himself out the door to apartment eighty three. Taking a huge breath, he knocked. The door flew open almost immediately and a beautiful young woman stood in front of him wearing a long black lace robe that was virtually see-through. Underneath it he could make out a bra and panties, and stockings. And lots of bare flesh, the underwear was skimpy to say the least. With the high heels she was wearing, she was almost his height, and she reached up to peck him on the cheek. "Come in. So glad you could make it!" She sounded like he had turned up for a house warming party with dozens of other guests already having arrived. "Sorry, I meant to bring a bottle." That's why the walk from the bar had been so quick, he had meant to stop off at an off licence on the way. "Don't be silly! We've got everything we need right here!" And she spun round and grabbed the champagne glasses he'd seen in the text message and handed him one. "Just relax and make yourself at home. We're through here." She led the way into her bedroom, which had softer lighting than the entrance hall, and candles flickering here and there. He realised he was being pretty useless and thought 'I'm here now, I'm in her bedroom, this is happening, so get with it'. He took hold of her, pulling her gently towards him. "You look gorgeous. Amazing," he whispered and bent to kiss her on her mouth. She threw her arms around his neck and her tongue thrust back to meet his. They stood kissing for a few moments before she broke away and said "Sit down, baby." She nodded towards a leather tub armchair to one side of the bed. He did as he was told and she stood in front of him, pulling slowly at the sash of her robe. As it came undone she turned her back to him, slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it slither to the floor, gathering around her high heels. "Oh fuck!" he couldn't help from blurring out. He was staring straight at her perfect round ass, absolutely bare save from a tiny thong that ran up between her buttocks. She turned slowly, clearly very pleased with the effect she was having on him. "You like?" she asked "I do...I like very much," was all he could manage. The black and pink looked perfect against her caramel skin. She piroutted for him briefly, then bent forward and stroked the backs of her thighs, above her lace stocking tops, before spinning around to face him again, and sitting back onto the bed. Slowly, inch by inch, she opened her legs. He was mesmerised, and he could tell that was exactly the reaction she wanted. She lay back and lifted her legs up now, so that her legs were spread wide, her knees up, her heels digging into the duvet. He was just staring straight at the tiny patch of pink satin framed in black lace that covered her pussy, less than two foot in front of him. "I'm feeling a little under dressed here baby. Why don't you take your jeans and t-shirt off?" she purred as fingers lazily traced lines up her thighs towards her crotch, as if she needed to draw his attention to it! He was stripped down to his boxers in a flash, and sat back down in the chair. "Hmmm... that's a little better," she murmured, her fingernails now stroking her satin-covered pussy, tracing the crease of her wet sex through her panties. Then one hand slipped beneath the flimsy fabric, and he watched as her fingers busied themselves, hidden from his view. He could see the imprint of her knuckles pressing against the satin as she played with herself, and knew when they disappeared that her fingers were inside her. She was moving her fingers in and out slowly, really taking her time. His cock was pushing up hard against his boxers and he started to stroke it through them. Summer smiled as he did so. She was keeping her head up, watching him all the time as she played with herself. "I'd like to see it," she whispered. Pulling his boxers down he let his cock spring out, taking it in his hand and slowly wanking it, at the same languid pace that her fingers were slipping in and out of her sex. "Mmmm... that is a nice cock... I want you to put that everywhere... in my pussy... in my mouth," as she said this she extracted her hand from inside her panties and licked slowly on her juice covered fingers before slipping her hand back again, "...mmmm... and... and I want you to fuck me in the arse too, with your beautiful cock... would that be ok?" "I'll fuck you wherever you want," he said. His cock was oozing so much pre-cum watching this stunning woman pleasuring herself that his hand was getting sticky. Her hand was out of her panties again, this time though her fingers, glistening with juice, were pointing towards him as she offered them to him to taste. He sprang forward and took them in his mouth, sucking them clean. "God you taste good," he said softly. "I'm glad you like it... because I want your tongue in me now," she replied, her hand gently pushing the back of his head, urging him towards her pussy as with the other hand she pulled her panties to one side. He needed no further bidding as he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and thrust his tongue deep inside her, lapping at her juices as he did so. He had never known a woman as wet as this before he'd even started licking her. He was swallowing her juices as they collected in his mouth and coated his tongue. For a very brief moment he thought about her tattoo, millimetres from his face but still covered by her panties. That was, after all, what had brought him here, but he had no strong desire to see it revealed, and would have been happy to stay here eating her sweet pussy all night. He licked slowly around her clit, flicking it with her tongue as she moaned out loud and pushed her hips up towards his hungry mouth. He took it in her mouth and sucked gently on it, then rolled it between his teeth, giving it tiny little nips that made her squeal and squirm. But he could tell she loved it as she spread herself wide for him with her fingers. He slipped two of his own fingers inside her, twisting and turning them as he thrust them in and out, as he continued teasing and flicking at her clit with his tongue. Her pussy juices were flowing down, between her buttocks, and he he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pressed it up against her asshole, sticky and slick with pussy juice. His finger slipped in easily first time it was so well lubricated, and soon he had one finger in her ass and another in her pussy, finger fucking them both at the same time, sliding them in and out as fast as he could. "Oh yes...fuck me... please... fuck me with that big cock of yours!" She shouted out as his tongue licked at her and her fingers plunged inside her over and over again. The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 03 He was up quickly, aiming the head of his cock at the pinkness of her sex, spread as it was still by her fingers. She was soaking wet and his cock slid right in, up to the hilt, on his first thrust. She gasped and her fingernails clawed at his backside, urging him to drive into her. "Oh fuck yes... that feels so good... that's it...yes... fuck my pussy... FUCK ME HARD!" she was screaming at him. He braced himself, his hands on the bed, his feet on the floor, and started to fuck her as long and as hard as he possibly could.He wasn't sure how long he was going to last. The show she had put on for him had got him so worked up, he was hoping she was going to cum soon too, or he was going to have a seriously horny, frustrated woman craving cock on his hands and no way of satisfying her. He figured a bit of dirty talk might help her over the edge. It wasn't normally his thing, but she seemed in quite a vocal mood. "God your pussy is so soft, so wet...but so, so tight, I can feel it squeezing on my cock as I push it in," he said. All of these things were quite true. "It's sooo fucking tight, gripping on me, I'm going to shoot my cum inside you soon...won't...won't be able... to last ...much longer." "Yes...yes... that's what I want... fill me with your hot cum... fill my tight pussy... shoot it all inside me!!" She was clawing at his back, biting into his neck and shoulder. He was driving into her as hard and fast as he possibly could, his thighs starting to ache and burn. He could feel his cum welling up in his balls, he was going to explode any second now. "Oh fucking hell...fuck...fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck!!" he grunted as he felt the first jets shoot from his cock. "Oh yes...baby...fuck...yesssss...nnnnggghhhh!!" Her screams were lost into the flesh of his shoulder as she bit into it as she came. They clung onto each other as he thrust his way through his orgasm, slowing down as the spasms of his cock subsided. They ended up, quite still, with their faces buried in each other's necks, her arms and legs wrapped around his back. "Mmmm...that was good... sooo good," she whispered as she began to kiss him tenderly on the red marks her teeth had left in his shoulder. He lifted his head to kiss her forehead, then her nose, finally finding her lips. They shared a long lingering kiss, their tongues lazily exploring each other, before she broke off. "Right...off...off!" she giggled as she slapped his backside. He clambered off awkwardly, a tad disoriented, his legs stiff and weak. He wondered if he'd done something wrong, but she was beaming, clearly quite happy with the situation. He knelt on the floor, between her spread legs. "Mmmm...thank you... that was incredible... just what I needed... and this is how I wanted it to happen." He was about to ask her what that last bit meant when she pushed her bum off the bed, pulled her panties down and, lifting her legs together in the air, slipped them off and hurled them with abandon into the corner of the room. Then she spread her legs again. "Here you go sweetie... your hour starts now... you know the rules!" Without her panties covering it, he could see the tattoo above her pussy, just off to the left slightly, as Kat's had been. At first glance it looked like two rows of figures, like toy soldiers. Two rows of five. But he was distracted by the sight of Summer's pussy, pouting open with the battering it had just taken from his cock, with the first glimpse of his cum, mingled with hers, beginning to ooze out. Summer slipped a hand down between her legs and slid a finger in between her swollen lips. She brought it out immediately, scooping up a glob of cum on it as she did so, and, in front of Rock's face, popped the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. Her finger popped down again to where cum was starting to trickle out of her, collecting another dollop, this time smearing it all over her clit, rubbing it in to her skin as she moaned softly. "Don't mind me," she smiled, "just thought I'd amuse myself while you have a ponder about my little puzzle!" and she continued collecting cum with her fingers and either licking it of or rubbing it into her pussy. Rick didn't know where to look. His inquisitive nature compelled him to, at the very least, see what the tattoo was, but at the same time he was transfixed by the pussy show he was getting. He had never seen a woman do this so wantonly and lasciviously before. Her fingers were deftly gathering all his white sticky cum and using it to pleasure herself. When his cum stopped flowing out from inside her, she stopped and reached under a pillow, producing a bright purple vibrator. She twisted the base until it hummed gently, and then slid it into her pussy. "I hope you don't mind honey, but I have a bit of an itinerary for you tonight, well more of a wish list of mine really. So far it's gone very much according to plan, and next on the agenda is a little show for you, which I hope you enjoy. I'm hoping you'll be hard again soon watching and then I want you to fuck me in the ass. I'm not very experienced in that area, but what I have had I have loved and I really...really...want to try it last lot more. Oh, and I may have the odd wardrobe change or two through the night that I hope you'll appreciate." She pulled the vibe out of her pussy and ran the buzzing tip around her clit that he held exposed with two fingers of her other hand. She threw her head and moaned. Rick had never had a personal show put on for him like this before. Soon Summer was lying back, almost oblivious to his presence, her eyes closed as one hand pushed the toy in and out while the fingers of her other hand rubbed slowly on her clit. Bottles. It was bottles. Ten bluey green bottles in two rows of five. -x-x-x- The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 04 SPOILER ALERT!! Please don't read this chapter ahead of Chapters 1 to 3. As the title suggests there are riddles for the main character to solve. Reading chapters out of order will spoil this aspect of the story for you. ***** It was her name tattooed on Summer's lower body, and she hadn't been able to think about anything else since she got Kat's email. Kat had replied to her own email, and had said that Summer was indeed going ahead with it, honouring the pledge. In fact she was seeing him tonight apparently! So she was possibly minutes away from getting a text herself. She was unbelievably nervous, and excited, at the prospect. It could, just could, be the answer to her prayers. She had desires - no, not desires, needs - that she hadn't yet been able to share successfully with any of her boyfriends. She had felt confident enough with Ross to confide in him, but he just hadn't been able to take it seriously - thought it was all just a big laugh, the immature little prick. That experience had hurt her quite badly and she had been reticent to broach it with anyone since. She knew where she wanted to be, what she wanted to do, but she just didn't know where to start. Her needs were difficult to explain, even to herself, and she wanted to explore them, wasn't entirely sure what was right and what wasn't quite right. And not having it in her life was leaving such a void in her, an emptiness that she hated. Hours of online research hadn't got her much further down the line. She could sit the theory exam and pass with honours, but she desperately needed to sit the practical. But this man of Kat's. Now he could just be the catalyst she needed, help her open a door to her new life. She had no idea what he was like, other than he sounded the intelligent type. But she would make it a prerequisite that he took her needs seriously. There was nothing in the rules that said she couldn't do that. She would be agreeing to honour the pledge, but on her terms. He would have to play along until he saw the tattoo, she would keep it concealed until then. What happened after that didn't really matter, she would have had her time with him, had her - hopefully - breakthrough experience. The more she had thought about it, the more she had convinced herself that this was the perfect solution to her predicament. So much so that she found herself rooting for Kat's guy to come through with Summer's tattoo. In fact she had been checking the time all evening. Trying in vain to work out when his hour was likely to be up. Let's say they met at eight. Drinks, small talk, foreplay. Allow an hour to an hour-and-a-half for all of that. So the earliest he would be likely to see the tattoo would be half nine. So half ten onwards would be the time she might expect a text. Her hand kept slipping between her legs and giving herself a quick squeeze at the thought of him guessing correctly. If he did, then they could meet and she would explain her terms and of course, being a man, he would agree to them if it meant sex. Shit, she was going to be sitting here all night, glancing at the clock and touching her pussy! -x-x-x- Oh God it felt so good, this new toy of hers. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy. She had come like a train with him inside her, and then she'd had two smaller orgasms playing with the vibe. Her horoscope this morning had said 'grasp opportunities with both hands' and she had most certainly done that! The poor man had looked a bit shell-shocked at first, what with her bordello-style welcome and the mini lap dancing show, but it had all been part of her plan, and it had turned her on so much to act out these fantasies. Playing with the toy by herself over the last few days had been fun, but this was just an indescribably sexy feeling, lying back with her legs spread wide, and him staring straight at her pussy as she thrust the vibe in and out, rubbing on her clit with her other hand. She had been buzzing since the moment she had spoken to Kat, and it was the anticipation, the planning, the experience of being so totally uninhibited - that was what she was really getting off on, more than his sexual prowess, good as she was sure he was. He had certainly not let her down when it came to fucking the arse off her, and he could work wonders with that tongue of his. She intended to make full use of that tongue, and his lovely cock too, plenty more tonight before she let him doze off, and from Kat's account he wasn't too shabby in the morning either. She was loving the feel of this vibe inside her, loving watching him watch her playing with herself. But most of all she was was loving the thought of what would come next, the little things she had planned, the props she had bought just for tonight. In fact just thinking about them was making her cum again... -x-x-x- The wine had been going down a lot faster than usual. Kat kept checking her phone, but she didn't know what she was expecting exactly. Summer wouldn't text her until the morning to start comparing notes, as they had agreed to do. Ditto Summer's version of the email alert if he guessed correctly. She had sat in front of the TV for the last hour or so, flicking her way aimlessly through the channels, from dating reality show to celebrity cook off to comedy classic repeat. She couldn't stop thinking about Rick progressing around the circle. He had that sort of a mind that could unlock the riddles, that was for sure. And he was dogged and tenacious in his own way, never competitive at all with other people, but he really didn't like to be beaten by a challenge. So he could do it, of that she had no doubt. And how did she feel about that? If he kept going? She couldn't get to the bottom of how she felt about it, was the truth. With Summer, well, they were much closer for a start, than she was with any of the others. Some of them she wasn't even sure if she liked them much as individuals any more. Fine in in a group, but she wouldn't want to spend an evening one-to-one with a couple of them. So with Summer it felt like she was sharing him, but with the others it would feel more like she was losing him. Why did she feel that? Losing him? She didn't want him, had turned him away. But the morning after, in the office, she had just felt like dragging him back home, getting under the duvet with him and spending all day together, laughing and chatting and fucking. Instead, she had urged him to text Summer back. Partly she'd done that because she knew he was just what Summer needed right now. Partly it was to protect herself. And him. She liked him too much to screw him around by starting a relationship she knew couldn't last. And it couldn't given the age gap. Or could it? She tipped the last few dregs of the bottle into her glass and knocked it back in one. She decided to go to bed, otherwise she was in serious danger of opening a second bottle and getting drunk. -x-x-x- Ten bottles. Ten green bottles? Like in the nursery rhyme? They looked green, though the lighting was subdued and surely the colouring of tattoo ink was never particularly reliable, but hey, let's go with green for the time being. How did that rhyme go? "Ten green bottles standing on a wall. If one green bottle should accidentally fall, there'll be nine green bottles standing on the wall." Then it just repeated all the way down to no green bottles. But there weren't nine, or eight or seven, there were ten, and he couldn't make anything out of any of those words that led him to a girl's name. And wouldn't it be ten green bottles in a row? No that wasn't it. It was two rows of five. Goddammit, he wished he didn't have this bloody compulsion to solve fucking riddles. Why couldn't he just sit and watch as that vibe slid in and out of her beautiful pussy like any other red blooded male would? As if she could see the conflict in his eyes, and wanted to help him resolve it, she pulled the buzzing toy out and beckoned him forward with a finger. He knelt down, happy to oblige her with his tongue, but she put her finger up to stop him before he had a chance. "Fridge. Top shelf. You can't miss it," she said as she slipped two fingers languidly inside herself. He stood up and walked naked out of the bedroom, back into the hallway. The kitchen was second door on the right. He opened the fridge, a puzzled frown on his face. Top shelf, she had said. There were a few things on there, eggs, butter, a ready meal king prawn chow mein. But she was right, he couldn't miss it. Sitting pride of place, front and centre, was a can of squirty cream. Dirty girl! He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun. As he closed the fridge door he noticed two old-style glass milk bottles clinking together. As he walked back to the bedroom his annoying habit of puzzle-solving kicked in again. Were the ten bottles meant to be green? They were really small, so maybe it was impossible to tattoo clear ones, and was white even available as a tattoo colour? So could they be milk bottles? Milk...milk...let's see...Cleopatra famously liked to bathe in asses' milk. Cleo? What else came in bottles that made sense? Soda, or pop. Poppy? Neither of those felt right. What about medicine bottles? Or poison? Poison Ivy? These could be the answers but none of them felt quite right. He'd had this feeling so many times before doing cryptic crosswords. Unless it made absolute, total sense - sort of clicked with that 'Eureka' moment, it invariably wasn't right. And here he was, back in the bedroom staring at a beautiful woman with her legs spread, fingering her wet pussy, and him stark bollock naked, holding a cold can of squirty cream. Fuck the riddle! He knelt next to her on the bed, his hard cock jutting out in front of him at a right angle, inches from her face. She was still lying there happily fingering herself and smiling up at him. He took the can of cream and carefully squirted a white frothy line along the top of his cock, right from the root to the knob. God that was cold!! Her smile grew broader as he moved forward slightly, presenting his erection to her, in the style of a banana split, for her to lick. She lifted her head and turned a little so that she could lick along the ridge of his proud erection. She took her time, picking up a little blob of cream with her tongue and swallowing it before returning for another. She edged along the top, working from the base towards the tip, lick by little lick. Soon enough though she reached his knob, a solitary blob of white cream sitting on top of it. She went to lick one last time, then smile up at him and took his knob in her mouth, sucking and licking it clean of cream and pre-cum, making him groan at the feel of her soft warm mouth enveloping him. Lying back down again, she stretched out her tight body and purred, "Mmmm, that was de-lish, do you fancy any desert?" looking down at herself rather suggestively as she said it. He shook the can and aimed the nozzle at one of her pert brown nipples. He pressed the button quickly and a squiggly spurt of cream landed on top of it. Summer squealed in shock and delight at the sudden coldness. He bent his head and licked it off slowly, sucking her hard bud clean. He moved further down her lithe body, squirting a small dollop in her cute little belly button, snaking his tongue in after it to lick it all out. He reached her pussy and held the nozzle an inch above her clit, his finger on the button, and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide open in avid anticipation. He smiled at her her and pressed down on the button. She visibly jumped as the cold cream smothered her throbbing, sensitive clit. He held the button down slightly longer than before and the cream coiled itself up in a soft heap before collapsing down onto her pouting pussy, covering her hot, swollen labia. She squealed again. He was down with his face between her legs, licking at the sweet cream, pushing its coldness into her warm pink folds as he did so. She was squirming and moaning loudly as his tongue searched and strained to collect all of the cream in his mouth. He had eaten most of it now but her pussy was sticky and cold. She couldn't see what he was doing but she must have guessed as he slipped two fingers into her pussy and stretched them apart, opening her up. The nozzle was inside her within seconds and a huge stream of chilled cream shot inside her and billowed up until it frothed out all over her. His cock was still rock hard and he plunged it into her, sending cream flying in all directions as he did so. Most of it though remained trapped between them as his cock slid all the way in. He looked down to see white sticky cream splattered and squidged all over their conjoined genitals. He leaned forward and surprised her by emptying another load of the cold frothy cream into her open mouth and then clamped his mouth on hers, their tongues searching out each other amidst the cream. He sprayed more down between their groins, so every thrust of his cock was now met with a loud squelching noise. Finally, he raised himself up and emptied the remains of the can all over her breasts and tummy, her squealing and squirming all the while, before discarding the can and pressing himself down against her. Now every part of their bodies that were joined were sticky and squelching noisily. And then he began grinding himself against her, pushing his cock deep inside her sticky wet pussy, licking the cream hungrily from her face and breasts. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy, and he sensed she was on the verge of climax. He picked up the pace a little, still fucking her nice and deep. He watched as her head dipped backwards slightly, her mouth fell open and a deep flush spread quickly across her face. He kept thrusting his cock in and out nice and steadily as the orgasm washed over her and gently subsided, then he came to a stop and kissed her face gently all over, his hard cock resting deep inside her. He lay there watching her until her eyes flashed open and a huge smile spread across her face. "Mmmm... that was incredible...a bit sticky...I hadn't expected you'd use quite as much cream exactly... but it was perfect...so, so sexy!" "We are in danger of sticking to each other in a number of rather inappropriate places!" "Yes, I'm feeling that!" They laughed and kissed as they rolled around, disentangling themselves with more squelching noises. "I for one am going to need a shower now," she murmured in his ear. "Yes, I was thinking that too. I took the liberty of not coming inside you for that very reason." "Eh?" "Well I thought if we showered together you might appreciate having a bar to soap!" She laughed and slapped him on the backside in return for such a bad joke, and sprung up off the bed and headed for the en suite bathroom. "I'll get the water running, I expect to see you in the shower in a few minutes," she said with a wink over her shoulder. Other things commonly found in green bottles. Wine and beer. Winnie? Nope. Beatrice? At a push, maybe, but only if he could equate the 'ten' bottles with 'trice' after the 'beer', which he couldn't, so nope not that either. But it had to be something along those lines, he was sure. "Hey it's getting hot in here... you wouldn't want to miss it... trust me!" He climbed off the bed and peered into the bathroom, where Summer was covering her wet body with plenty of soapy suds. For the umpteenth time this evening his cock started to stiffen and grow again. He smiled and stepped into the shower. -x-x-x- "I don't know what to say love, I really don't. I thought Paul was one of the good ones," her sister was sitting with her at a table near the bar in their local. "Yeah, me too. But whaddya know? First chance he gets at a piece of easy pussy, the first little slut from the office who puts it on a plate for him, and he's in there like a rat up a drainpipe." She was knocking the booze back a lot quicker than she should, and she would suffer in the morning, she knew that, but right now she really didn't give a fuck. "What are you going to do? Nothing hasty I hope. You two are good together. I'm sure you can work things out. I know he's been a real dick, but he really loves you, I honestly believe that. And you love him." "I know you're right, and I don't want to lose him, but I don't think I can just forgive and forget." "Okay. I get that. But what are you thinking of doing?" "I know it sounds pathetic, but I really need to get my own back somehow. For my own self respect." "What, like just go and screw some random guy? You're kidding me!" "If I don't do it, then what's he's done will just eat away at me. At least this way I'll have a chance to move on." "I'm really not sure about this, love. But you sound like your mind is made up. But who on earth would you do it with? If Paul finds out it'll just make things ten times worse." "Dunno. I was thinking of one of those sites for married people wanting an affair." "But you don't want an affair." "C'mon, get real. Most of the men on there are just after a quick fuck." "Yeah, but still, they're a bit risky aren't they? Don't you remember Helen? She ended up meeting some guy, turned out he only lived a couple of streets away, she was terrified for weeks that he'd turn up at their house." "Shit, yeah, of course, I totally forgot about that," she paused and took another large sip of red wine, "There is another option." "Go on." "It's funny how life works out sometimes. You know that tattoo thing I had done at college?" "That daft pledge thing between the seven of you? I thought nothing ever came of that. The riddles were too tough...or your pussies all too inviting!!" They both laughed loud enough to make several people on other tables turn to look at them. "Yeah well, some guy has cracked it. Kat's tattoo. She's...what...like three ahead of me in the ring." "And?" "And...if he manages to guess a couple more times, it'd be my go." "That's a bit of a long shot isn't it?" "Well, I figure, he's going to see Summer sometime soon..." "...she's going ahead with it? No!? I really can't believe it" "Yeah well, anyway, if he guesses hers right then he's got a good chance of guessing more hasn't he? Stands to reason, right?" "I guess so. So you'd screw him. Some random guy you've never met before?" "Why not? He'd be perfect. Think about it. We'd meet at a hotel and he'd have no idea who I am, so there'd be zero chance of it ever getting back to Paul." "And what if he doesn't guess right with Summer?" "Then it's off to one of those dodgy dating sites!!" "Hmmm...great Plan B...not!!" "Y'know, it's a funny old world. The other day I got Kat's email. And I thought, yeah, right! If I was in Summer's position I'd say 'tough luck mate, I had this silly tattoo done almost seven years ago, I'm not shagging you now because of it, not now I'm in a serious relationship'. Then, what, less than two days later I find that fucking little slut's panties in the back of his car." "Well in that case, here's to whatever-his-name-is...best of luck with the riddle solving, if it's going to help you and Paul move on." "Yep, here's to what's-his-chops!" -x-x-x- "Right, well we're all clean and fresh, so I have another little surprise for you," she said as they lay on the bed after lathering each other thoroughly in the shower. But before she could elaborate, a thought suddenly occurred to her and she grabbed her phone on the bedside table. "Oh crap!... I almost forgot. You only have a couple of minutes left. The riddle, I mean. Don't worry, I'm not turning you out. Quite the opposite. I'm planning on having my wicked way with you all night, if that's okay by you, of course!" she said as she ran a fingernail down his chest and over his stomach. Then she she clambered gracefully over him, before heading back towards the bathroom. The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 04 "Ok. Well I've got a guess that I'm happy with. Right or wrong, I can't see me coming up with anything else in the next few minutes. So there's no panic. I have to say, you girls are pretty fastidious about the whole one-hour-to-guess thing." "Well, that's what we agreed between us, the promise we all made to each other." Her voice was coming from behind the thin bathroom door. "Still, after all these years..." "Well, think about it. A man solving this little tattoo's riddle has such an impact on my friend. We're all in the same position. Guardian of one and in the hands of another. It's all about trust. We all agreed to the same thing. One hour, one guess, no clues. If the guess is correct, you let your friend know. What she does then is up to her. But if we don't do what we agreed with our tattoos then it's just not fair on the others." "Ok...yes...I guess that makes sense." "So, you literally have, like, one minute." She sounded keen to hear his answer. "Well here goes. I decided it had to be about something that comes in bottles. I wracked my brains but couldn't make sense of it. Wine, milk, soda, poison, water, beer, none of them made sense." "Uh-huh...go on." "Then I hit upon something that did, it was beer, but a specific kind of beer. It was ale. Because when you add the Roman numeral for ten - the number ten just had to be part of it - you get Ale-x. So I think your friend's name is Alex." The bathroom door swung open. His jaw dropped at the sight of her in the red fishnet bodystocking. She had been right, he could see the tattoo quite clearly through the large mesh. But it was the sight of her smooth pussy framed in the criss-crossing strands that he was staring at. "Clever. Very clever! Now, that means I have to send a quick text before we get back to more pressing matters." She wasted no time in picking up her mobile and firing off a quick message, then dropped the phone like a hot brick. She spun around to face Rick who was sitting on the bed, slowly wanking his cock as he watched her. "Right, where were we?" she said as she sashayed her way towards him. "Turn around," was all he said. His directness surprised her, but she rather liked it, and she obliged. "Now bend over." She had her high heels on again, so bent forward, resting one hand on the wall, the other reaching down to touch the floor by her feet. "Hmmm... spread your legs a little." With a little bit of shuffling she moved her feet further apart. "Good, perfect." She felt his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them firmly but carefully. Then she gasped as she felt his tongue licking at her asshole, poking its way in slightly, finding it's way through the mesh. She had to steady herself against the wall again as she felt her knees going a little weak at the feel, and the thought, of him probing her ass with his tongue. She certainly wanted to try more anal sex than she had experienced to date, but having her ass tongued like this was totally new to her. She felt him pushing it in further and further, stretching her ass a little as he did so. Oh my God! He was dribbling saliva in there, getting her so wet, she could feel his tongue thrusting into her like a mini cock, over and over. Then suddenly his fingers were inside her. He had dipped them into her sopping pussy first to cover them in her slippery juices, now he was using them to explore her ass, stretching her tight muscle by pulling his fingers apart. She was sure he was getting her ready to fuck her there, and she wasn't sure she could handle it in this position, her legs were feeling very shaky. He must have felt her wobbling, as he guided her to the bed, where he had her kneel on all fours. His face was immediately back between her buttocks, lapping at her asshole. Then she felt his knob pressing against her. As wet and as well-tongued as she was, there was no way it was going to get in. "Bedside table," she murmured. He looked round, saw the small bottle of lube she had picked up in the sex shop, reached for it and squeezed some onto his knob, and some on his fingers. He gently smeared the lube on his fingers into her hole, then spread the rest evenly around his knob before pressing it back against her ass. This time she felt it slipping in, it was still a bloody tight squeeze, but with a concerted but gentle push, his knob popped inside. He paused, then gently pushed again, easing his cock in a little more. Centimetre by centimetre, he urged it in, desperate to be fully inside her yet being careful not to hurt her. Once he was lodged deep inside her he started to pull his hips back before carefully pushing them towards her again. On one of the backward strokes he stopped, with just his knob inside her, and squirted yet more lube onto his shaft. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and thrust his cock back in quite a bit more forcibly. "Oooohhh yesssssss... ohhhhh yesssssss...ahhh... that's it...there...fuck me right there," she moaned as he began to fuck her with some determination. She reached back between her legs and began to rub at her clit as he fucked her arse. His cock was slipping in and out easily now, well lubricated by their combined juices and the gel. But it was still so tight, and so damn sexy, fucking her in the arse, his cock catching on the fishnet strands on every stroke. Not for the first time tonight, he was trying to think of other things to take his mind of it. He didn't have the riddle now of course, but he did have Alex to think about. What was she like? Would she want to see him? What would Kat think of him shagging another of her friends? His attempts at stemming his impending eruption were interrupted by her screaming. "Ohhhh God!!...yes...keep going...don't... stop... fuck...fuck...ohhhhh myyyy Goddddd!!" she screamed, both hands stretched out in front of her now, clawing at the duvet. He could feel her tight ass muscle squeezing around his cock in spasms. He couldn't hold on any longer, and didn't think he needed to. He collapsed forward on top of her, grabbing hold of her buttocks, his cock lodged deep inside her, pushing her backside down so he was lying flat on top of her, as he started to pump wave after wave of cum deep inside her ass.