0 comments/ 33064 views/ 0 favorites If Tattoos Could Talk...And They Do! By: PeterR My honey and I have recently returned from a cruise, on which we had a ball or two. We ate, shopped, and had sex every chance we could. It was during this cruise that we started noticing that more and more women were sporting tattoos. Some had a tattoo above their left boob, few on their butt cheeks, others had it on their arms, legs or ankles. We were taking in some sun, relaxing on an island when I noticed this good looking, very well endowed, woman, who looked to be around 26. She was occupying the lounge chair next to mine. This sexy woman suddenly stood up, bent over, mooning me in the process, and began applying suntan lotion onto her husband. When I looked up her thonged buns were inches from my face. I then noticed that she was sporting a tattoo of a dolphin on her left bun. After being careful not to be obvious, I pointed the dolphin out to my mate, and we both wondered of the significance, but let the moment pass. That night we were in various stages of making love, when during my marathon oral assault on her bold pussy, concentrating on her very-erect clit, my mate violently came. Her whole body shook, she squeezed my head with her thighs, and screamed out: "oh boy...oh boyohboy...oh boy!" I soon recovered, from near suffocation. She still had this glow about her, and commenced to lick me from head to toe. My pecker was still hard from the excitement, and the release I helped my partner achieve. She sucked on my balls, alternating on them one at a time, massaged behind them, my secret spot, then hungrily took the head of my pecker in her mouth. With her tongue she found my 'C' spot, then my 'V' spot, and spent some quality time between them. My pecker was rigid, as hard as I can ever remember. She felt my balls starting to contract, and she backed off, gently squeezing the base of my shaft. The moment temporarily passed, when she took nearly all of me into her hungry mouth, and started to speed up, her bobbing up-and-down movement, massaging behind my balls all the while. She was like a possessed woman, as I started to come, she started making those sounds again: "oh boy...oh boyohboy....oh boy". She came again; it seemed as she swallowed most of my pleasure-juice. I suppose this was just from the shear joy of taking me over the brink. We then talked some, and surmised that just maybe all these other women maybe making sounds of the very animal whose tattoo they were sporting. We had a very full dinner, and decided to walk it off on deck, enjoying the moonlit sky. My honey then whispered to me: "dolphin lady dead ahead!" We followed the couple at a safe distant to see if they may try to engage each other that night away from their stateroom. It didn't take very long, for they must have had a few too many drinks, as they both weaved side to side. Thinking the coast was clear, the guy quickly climbed into a lifeboat, and dolphin-lady followed. We ducked inside, and to our delight found the window was tinted so you couldn't see in. We were in the library, looking down at them, and there was no one else around. They kissed, with tenderness at first, but soon with fierce emotion. Almost at once he cupped her breasts, and she just moaned. They were still dressed when she placed her hand on his shaft. She unzipped him, as he was sitting, she half laid down and began sucking on his semi-erect cock. She had him hard, but would not let him out of her mouth. They soon switched positions. It was apparent that she wore no panties. Their kiss became almost violent as their tongues intertwined, he began to suck, nibble and even bite her lips. He moved down, opened her dress, revealing a very perky set of tanned breasts, nipples erect just begging to be sucked. He ravished them, biting, sucking and baby kissing each nipple, and she began to moan. He reached down and inserted two fingers into her love-canal, which made her moan even more. She reached for him, and alternated in stroking his very-erect shaft, and cupping his balls, with what seemed like a continuous motion. He withdrew his fingers briefly, and licked the moisture; she was obviously sopping wet. This viewing another couple, in so much passion, started to really turn us on too. We playfully grabbed at each other, but both agreed to wait and to enjoy each other, later in our cabin. We continued to wait, and listen for any possible noise from our heroine. On cue he turned her over, and she helped him enter her love-canal, doggy-style. He entered her slow, and gyrated on the way out. Thinking he was pulling out of her, she arched her back, and squeezed her buns tight, this forced him back into her. They continued humping for what seemed like five minutes. She started to move real fast, he had trouble keeping up with her. He again cupped her breasts, and this time really started to squeezed them hard when she violently came, making the sounds similar to a dolphin: blippp.....bliiiiiiiiiip.....blippp. Soon after he shot his jism into her, she reached back to squeeze his balls to get him to empty every ounce of his juice into her. We then quickly disappeared, chuckling all the way back to our cabin, for we felt were surely onto some major research. Another Masters and Johnson, on the make, we thought. Stay tuned for other escapades, related to other tattoos. If Tattoos Could Talk...And They Do! Ch. 2 Pt. II: She Was Sporting a Snake It was a hot sultry summer night. My wife Penny asked me to hurry home from work. She did not tell me why. When I arrived, she was in the middle of hosting a Tupperware party. Sue, the Tupperware lady, was dressed very casually, but was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt, with a long ankle length, wrap-around skirt. She had a tattoo of a red rose on her left shoulder. She presented many items, and was able to make several sales. After the party, my wife served coffee, and asked Sue about her lovely tattoo. The conversation got real interesting, when at one point Sue told my wife that she had another tattoo of a snake. All the ladies, even my wife, then tried to guess where the other tattoo was. Sue said the if enough alcohol was served, she may even show it off. I was waiting in my office, but could not contain my own curiosity. I burst into the room with a bottle of Chardonnay, and said: "drink my dear, and do tell; oh yes, we're all ears!" Many of the other ladies were leaving, and Sue took a drink. After several glasses she announced the she will reveal where the tattoo of the snake was, if someone guesses it's location. By this time it was just the three of us. Penny and I were sipping our wine, but Sue was still gulping hers. She was telling us that Frank, her husband, would be picking her up any minute. "I better stop this drinking", commented Sue. "Frank may want to go out after". "Any guesses you guys?" I started the guessing by saying that the tattoo of the snake must be around her ankles. She smiled, took another gulp of her wine, and said you're freezing cold. Penny than said that the tattoo maybe around her right calf. Sue giggled, and said getting warmer. I then guessed that the snake was on her thigh, and Sue said yes, but which one, and where is its mouth? Penny looked at me and I at her, and we both said that its mouth is over your snatch. Yes, Sue said and it looks great, when I remember to shave my love zone. I started to feel braver, and asked: "I thought that you'll show it to us, if we guessed where it was?" Sue took another gulp of her wine and sensually unwrapped her dress. She wore no panties, and I soon was staring at a very attractive, bold pussy, only a few feet away. Her nearly flat stomach made the snake's mouth look even more inviting. With the head of the snake superimposed over her glistening lips, it looked really 'ferocious'. The erect clit looked like its fang, and the rest of its body, was wrapped around her left thigh, with the vision of it slithering down to her knee. My own pecker was stirring, for seeing, and smelling this strange pussy, and so close. Sue certainly was not shy, for she stayed with the dress unwrapped from then on. We asked her about her tattoos; why a rose, and why a snake. She told us that her former beau, was a tattoo artist, and on one Valentine Day he forget to get her roses, so he created one on her left shoulder. He told her to think of him always, for it was truly a labor of love. We told her that we sort of understood the rose, but why a snake, and why guarding her love-canal. Watching that snatch being sopping wet with desire, causing me by now to be almost rock-hard. I can imagine Penny, as she started to squirm, closely eyeing my obvious bulge. She must be soaking wet also. We couldn't wait fast enough for Frank to come by, and to take his exhibitionist wife out of here, so that we could finish what we both were obviously thinking. Sue then told us that most women when they have their orgasms imitate certain sounds, and that she happens to imitate the hissing sound of a snake, during that very special time. Her former lover, the tattoo artist, created the snake to symbolize, and to capture those orgasmic moments. This was intriguing to us, since in an earlier story we have heard a woman make the sound of a dolphin, when she was on the throws of an orgasm. Sue then told us that when she comes, the sheer sounds of her hissing gets Frank so turned on that he is ready to squirt his own juices almost at once. We asked her to make the sound of a hissing snake. She then put two fingers into her canal, and moved them in and out, and started breathing faster. Penny looked at me, and I at her, by now my erection was full-grown, and she was fidgeting allot, obviously trying to deal with her soppingly wet state. Sue was getting close when Frank rang the doorbell. Penny let him in, and he looked puzzled, and asked Sue what was going on. Since Penny, and I were fully dressed, it must have looked weird. Frank sat next to Sue and kissed her on the lips. He lifted her tee shirt, just enough to expose and massage her very firm breasts. He tweaked and taunted her eraser like nipples. Her breasts looked to be 36-Cs, as he replaced her fingers with his own, but he now had three fingers in her as she gyrated around them. He sped up the tempo, as his thumb tweaked her clit, a slight hissing sound came out of Sue's lips, which progressively got louder, until all we heard for some twenty-five seconds were: "hisssssss...hissss...hissssssssss". This got Frank hard. Sue unzipped him, and took out his shaft. She dropped onto her knees, between his legs, and kissed, licked, nibbled, and sucked on Frank's very erect dick. With one hand she was again fingering herself, and Frank started to fuck her face, almost at once he emptied into her mouth, and she again started to undulate her hips, and began to make the sound of a snake: "hisses...hissss...hisssss". They looked around, acted embarrassed, saw the puzzled, but erotic looks we shared. We lusted for each other, but longed to be in private. They seemed to have read our minds, for they quickly cleaned up, excused themselves, and soon left. My honey left the room to prepare herself, while I shut the lights and closed up the house. She came out with a red velvet nightgown, and told me to enjoy my fantasy, for she now is the 'dame in red velvet'. She lifted her nightgown, and I saw a small tattoo of a chicken above her left boob. I couldn't believe that she would get a tattoo without first discussing it with me. I then heard what sounded like a chicken saying: "puck...puuck...hurry, Penny wants to get laid!". I didn't need much encouragement as I got out of my clothes in a hurry. I laughed, and planted a kiss on Penny's lips. We kissed for sometime, as she stroked my shaft, and I grabbed her tits. I squeezed them hard, and she dropped to her knees. She told me that this will be my fantasy, and it starts now. She kissed the head of my dick, and told it that it is a great feeling to make it rise, it gave her a powerful feeling of creating. She explored, and admired the crown. Penny then took it in her mouth a quarter of the way, exploring each, and every inch with her teeth, and tongue. I was so hot and hard that I could have come right there, but she was not going to let it end so quickly. She gently seized my balls, and smiled to me, and said: "remember hon, it's your fantasy, and it needs to last". She took each ball into her mouth, and got back on my shaft, but this time took it in about half way. Still teasing me with her tongue, and gently with her teeth. Feeling me getting close again she backed off. This time just to shift herself to get into a more comfortable position. She deep-throated me and hungrily grabbed and squeezed my balls. She was taking me in, and out of her mouth faster, and faster. I grabbed her head, to make sure she would not stop this time, as I felt my balls contract, and my knees slightly buckle. I came for a long time and she swallowed most, as some trickled from the left corner of her lips. I regained my composure, and told my Penny that my fantasy, always included ecstasy for both, and I winked at her, and positioned her on the bed on her back. She smiled, and said: "puck....puuck......so who is stopping you?". I started on her left foot, kissing each toe. I worked my way up to her knee, baby- kissing the knee, and lifting her leg, and licking behind the kneecap. She just let out a small moan. I put her leg back down, continued my journey up, I briefly paused, enough to plant a kiss on her pussy. Penny twitched, but I just kept moving north. I kissed, and licked her belly button, to which she again moaned. I now arrived at the left tit, where I stayed for sometime. Her soft breast, became hard, and her nipple jutted out like an eraser on a number 2 pencil. I moved up to her neck, and kissed every inch of her neck, planting a hickey just below her ear, and she again moaned. I now kissed her, with passion, and plenty of urgency. I was massaging both her boobs, and began my journey south. This took near five minutes and Penny started to get impatient. When I against kissed her cunt, she put me into a scissors-like, and I began, sucking, biting, and probing her pubic area. She was getting wetter by the second, and I asked for her juices. I was gnawing her clit, as she felt very wet. "I want to drink your nectar my pet" I urged, "let me have a drink, please". Just then I hear: "puck....puuck....puuuuuck.....Penny is coming....puuuuck.....Penny is coming". She did, like a small river, I was able to get some of it, maybe half. We then discussed the tattoo of the chicken, and found out that it was a fake, temporary paste-on type, we both laughed, and Penny said the she wanted to add to my fantasy. The tattoo parlor had a very limited selection of the temporary tattoos, so chicken is what she got. We just talked, and laughed, and she fell into a deep sleep. I was wondering whether we will meet any other tattooed ladies soon, and I too fell asleep. As we uncover them, ladies that is, other tattoo stories will follow...