3 comments/ 86874 views/ 9 favorites Tattoo By: johngalt47 “So the girl whale says, Listen buster. This is just a first date. A blow job is one thing but I’m not swallowing any seamen!” Jill laughed hard at the punch line from Katy’s joke. The second bottle of wine that Jill and Katy were sharing back at their hotel room only enhanced their joie de vivre that had started at tonight’s banquet. Jill was the Assistant Director of Finance for a non-profit. In her late thirties with a husband, two kids and a dog, she thought of herself as a ‘seasoned’ member of the staff. ‘Youngsters’ like Katy would come to work for the organization right out of college, get two or three years experience and move on to better paid positions in the capitalist (can’t quite escape the idealism that drove her to this position) sector. One of the perks of Jill’s position was the annual trip to the association conference. For three days she got to talk to others from around the country and see how they solved problems similar to the ones she had. This year she had even given a presentation on Budgeting Priorities. Katy had gotten to go when a more senior member in her department, Marketing, became ill at the last minute. As the only two women on the trip, they shared a room together. The Friday night banquet always finished the conference. Jill and Katy sat together at the same table but the rest of the group had been scattered around the room as each person tried to get the last measure of information from their counterparts. Jill suspected that the guys were really trying to hit on other women and didn’t want to be under the glare of a female who knew their wives. Married for almost fifteen years, Jill was quite comfortable in her marriage. Tall and still slim even after children, she had dressed in a backless green sheath that complimented her red hair. Since her breasts were small B cups and perky, she was able to go braless also. She knew she was attractive, after all she had been chosen sweetheart of her husband’s (then boyfriend) fraternity in college. But she also knew that she had never been a potential Miss America. She loved to dance. Her husband didn’t like to dance so Jill took advantage of the banquets to dance as much as she could. She flirted some at these meetings but if an acquaintance got a little grabby on the dance floor, she would beg off the remainder of the evening as being too tired. This year she didn’t have any unwanted advances. With the wine provided by the association, Jill drank more than she normally would have and was feeling little pain as the night wore on. Katy had just been married a year. She looked fit to kill in the burgundy dress that perfectly complimented her glossy black hair and dusky skin tone. With a slit up one side almost to the hip, a lot of leg showed. Jill saw her flirting but also happened to observe the abrupt break on the dance floor half way through the evening when Katy’s partner let his hand wander below Katy’s waist. Katy sat out most of the remaining dancing but kept up in the wine-drinking contest and was enjoying the conversation. As the band announced the last dance, Jill discovered that she and Katy didn’t have any partners. Being slightly giddy from the dancing and the wine, Jill was loosened up. “Would Madame care to dance,” Jill asked in a deep voice with a mock bow. Katy giggled her assent. It was a slow song, so Jill held her arms out formally. Katy, however, moved in close, slipping her arm around Jill’s slim waist and putting her hand on Jill’s bare back. About half way through the song Katy laid her head on Jill’s shoulder. This was the first time Jill had danced with another female since college. She was reminded forcefully of that when, at the end of the song, Katy turned to leave the floor but tripped. Jill caught her, ending up with a handful of boob. Jill blushed brightly and apologized. “Gee, I’m sorry. I was just trying to catch you from falling.” “Hey, you were a lot smoother than Bob Kirk tonight,” Katy winked at Jill as she referred to the incident Jill had seen earlier. As they were walking out the door Katy spotted two more bottles of wine that were opened with corks in them but seemed to be full. She swiped them. “Might as well continue the party in the room since we don’t have to get up in the morning.” Katy was commenting on their travel plans. This year’s meeting was on the opposite coast from Jill and Katy’s office. To get the cheap airfares they would be staying over until Sunday. Returning to the room, they each took a turn through the bathroom brushing teeth and changing into the long tee shirts that they had happened to bring for sleepwear. Katy’s tee was sleeveless and when Jill came out of the bathroom she was greeted with a side view as Katy leaned over trying to extract the cork from the first bottle. Katy’s breast was not just peeking out through the armhole; it was positively leering. Jill’s eyes confirmed what she felt earlier. Katy had at least a C cup but very firm. Jill quickly averted her eyes, moving around in front of Katy. “Need any help,” Jill asked. But just then the cork made a satisfying pop and the party was on again. As the first bottle died, they went through husbands, old boyfriends, and silly college high jinks. The jokes started on the first glass of the second bottle. After the jokes the conversation seemed to stall. They were both sitting on their beds facing each other. Katy was sitting cross-legged. In this position she had flashed Jill several times. Jill thought the brief glimpses of thigh and panties were accidental, encouraged by the high volume of alcohol both had imbibed. Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long legs stretched out to rest her feet on the rail of the opposite bed. “Did you see the tattoo that Bonnie Parker had,” Jill asked. “It had to be as big as my hand. Right there on her shoulder! I just don’t understand why anyone would get one. You can’t ever change your mind.” “I … I’ve got one,” Katy said hesitantly in a quiet voice. Jill could see that the younger girl looked hurt. “I’m sorry. I have never noticed yours. I’m sure it’s more tasteful than Bonnie’s.” “Would you like to see it? I don’t mind showing you,” Katy said brightening. Thinking it was probably a small butterfly or flower on the girl’s back or tummy, Jill replied “Yeah.” Showing a little appreciation would ease her co-worker’s hurt. Sure enough Katy stood up and lifted her tee shirt. Just as the tee shirt cleared Katy’s panties, Katy stuck her thumbs in the waistband and pushed the panties down. They dropped to the floor. Katy stepped over Jill’s legs to straddle them moving to about a foot and a half in front of Jill’s face. Katy again pulled her tee shirt up almost exposing her boobs. Jill laughed aloud. She didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so adorable and clever. On the right side of Katy’s abdomen was the head and neck of a black cat. On the left side was the unmistakable tail. Between was glossy black hair just like on Katy’s head. “Your pussy is so adorable,” said Jill, giggling. It must have been the wine. Jill couldn’t believe it when she saw her finger reach out and begin tracing the outline of the tattoo. Around the head, across the ‘back’, then around the tail. Jill hesitated briefly and then stroked Katy’s abdomen. “Good little kitty. Nice kitty,” she said giggling. She stroked several times. The last time she accidentally went a little farther and her hand slipped between Katy’s legs. Katy shivered and let out a little groan. “Ooh. Is kitty getting cold … or hot.” Jill laughed at her weak joke as she dropped her hand and leaned back on her elbows. Katy stepped out of the straddle and sat back down on the edge of the bed, stretching out her legs. “OK. I’ve showed you mine. Now you show me yours,” Katy said to Jill. Actually, Katy was still showing Jill. She hadn’t released her tee until she was back on the bed. The hem of the tee was across the top of Katy’s thighs and Jill could easily see Katy’s ‘black cat’ peeking out between her legs. Jill looked back to Katy’s face quickly. “But I don’t have a tattoo,” Jill said, a little confused. “I’ve never seen a redhead’s bush,” Katy said matter-of-factly. “Show me that the drapes and the rug match.” If Jill hadn’t had so much wine, she probably would have laughed this off. As it was, she thought she saw the logic of the situation. Standing up, Jill started humming The Stripper. “Da dum dum dum, da dum dum dum …” As she hummed she reached down and pulled up the hem on her tee shirt teasingly. Turning her back to Katy while still humming she thrust back her ass. “DUM DUM DUM DUM …” Slipping her panties down and letting the tee shirt drop back allowing only a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth cheeks, Jill stood back up. For some reason she was really getting into the mood for silliness and flirting. She straddled Katy’s legs grasping the hem of her shirt again. Rotating her hips, she pulled the hem up then back down several times keeping the rhythm of the song going. Finally she thrust her hips forward and back in time to the final beats of the tune and pulled the tee shirt way up. Katy seemed mesmerized. “Do the drapes and rug match,” Jill asked with a little giggle. Katy just stared. Then she lifted both hands. One hand she put on Jill’s hip. The other stroked Jill’s hair like Jill had done to her. Only each stroke was like the last that Jill had given her, dipping between Jill’s legs to rub lightly over her clit and lips. The first caress surprised Jill. A bolt shot from between her legs to the pleasure center in her brain. Before she could react, Jill felt the second caress and a gush of wetness between her legs. It wasn’t until after the third caress that Jill was able to start moving backwards. “Katy, I don’t thin … Ooohh,” Jill moaned as the fourth caress slipped between her legs and a finger slid into the wetness over her clit. This time the hand stayed between her legs. Jill was now backed against the other bed. Jill sat down abruptly but because of the alcohol (or was it the good feelings?) her butt ended up on the edge of the bed and her legs were splayed wide apart on either side of Katy’s legs. Katy dropped to her knees between Jill’s legs, continuing to fondle her. “Oh Jill, I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re always so organized and in control. So beautiful! Your clothes and makeup are perfect. I snuck into your session this morning. You were so great! Much smarter than anyone else there. When you asked me to dance tonight I got trembly in the knees. And touching your back! Skin as soft and smooth like that, I wanted to hold you all night. I knew I had to try to get you.” With that Katy leaned forward and began licking. Jill had never thought about making love to another woman. Jill had never even thought about being unfaithful to her husband with another man. Of course she knew lesbians, but it had never occurred to her to picture herself in a situation like this. She reached down to push Katy away, but she didn’t have the right leverage. Before she could try a different angle, Jill knew that she wasn’t going to be able to push Katy away. Jill’s husband almost always gave her the first orgasm of the night with his tongue. He used it like a little prick, hard and flicking against her clit. Katy’s approach was totally different. First she swirled around the little bud several times, then down Jill’s slit sucking on her nether lips at the same time. Slowly back up, moving from side to side and then starting over again at the sensitive nubbin. Just one of those circuits and Jill was too weak to do anything more than lie back. She lifted her legs over Katy’s back, suddenly afraid she would stop. After a minute or two, Katy slid two fingers into Jill’s channel and began thrusting in and out along with the tonguing. Jill couldn’t keep her climax from pouring over her almost too quickly. At first she didn’t want the fantastic lips to leave. She wanted to draw this out as long as possible. Then she knew that this would be much greater than any she’d had in a long time. She urged the feelings to come and wash her away. “OOOH, GOD KATY!!” As she came back down Katy was still nuzzling gently around her lower lips. After such an experience she knew that she had to respond to Katy. She didn’t think she could tongue Katy, “Too strange,” she mused. “Perhaps with just my fingers?” She pulled Katy up onto the bed with her as she rolled around to give them more room. “God, that was unbelievable,” she said as she petted Katy’s hair and looked into her eyes. She could also see the wetness shining around Katy’s mouth. “I’ve never had a woman do me before. You were great!” “I’ve never been with a woman before, either,” said Katy. “But I’ve watched you around the office for so long. You are so cool and in charge. And soooo beautiful, I just had to take this chance to show how much I admire you.” Katy hugged her and Jill felt their nipples rub together. Surprised that she wasn’t sated after such a tremendous orgasm, Jill felt lightning bolts radiate across her breasts. She remembered the side view earlier in the evening. “I’ve got to see those boobs up close,” she thought. She pushed Katy’s shoulder, rolling her to her back. Staring into Katy’s eyes, she reached down with her hand and slipped it under the tee. Caressing slowly upward from thigh across her firm abdomen and then cupping the breast, Jill saw Katy shiver. Suddenly Katy thrust her face upward and kissed Jill. Jill felt Katy’s mouth open and she opened hers in response. Two tongues softly explored each other. “Gentle, not like the thrust and parry with a man,” Jill thought. As the kiss continued, she returned to exploring Katy’s breasts. Avoiding the nipple, she lightly used her fingertips across the sensitive skin. First swirling her fingers in one direction, then the other, stroking from the underside upward, or downward from the collarbone. Katy arched her back, trying to bring Jill’s hand to her nipple. She was rewarded with only the briefest touch before Jill moved her hand away to the other breast. “Damn, Jill, grab my tits,” Katy demanded breaking the kiss. “Tug on them, twist them, make me moan, but quit teasing me.” “The longer the wait, the sweeter the sensations,” Jill chuckled before resuming her caresses and the kiss. Katy endured another minute and suddenly broke the kiss. Sitting up she pulled her tee shirt over her head and flung it across the room. Then she grabbed Jill’s shirt and almost ripped it off, flinging it away, too. “I want to feel your skin on mine; to be able to adore your body with my eyes.” Katy’s lust thickened her voice. “Now! My tits!” Katy rolled Jill to her back and thrust her chest toward Jill’s face. Jill thought these were the most gorgeous boobs she had ever seen. Even the Playboy spreads that her husband sometimes looked at were no match for the symmetry, firmness, and size that were now right in front of her. She reached up to cup them, at the same time catching the nipples between her fingers. Pulling the nipples out, she heard Katy moan. Then she twisted them slightly. “Yessss,” hissed Katy. “Twist ‘em. Pinch them. Hurt them!” Jill did as commanded. This was much rougher than she could have taken on her own breasts, but Katy purred. “Ooooh. Yes, yes, yesss! You are so good to me. Beautiful! Soft! A terrific lover! I can’t believe this is happening.” Katy was almost babbling. Jill continued the assault, but Katy suddenly shuddered and almost collapsed on Jill. “So that’s what an orgasm looks like from the other side,” thought Jill. It hadn’t been a big one so Jill thought Katy deserved more. Twisting around so that she was on top, Jill returned to lighter caresses of Katy’s breast with one hand while the other descended towards Katy’s pussy. (Jill would forever think of it with that word.) Katy took several deep breaths trying to regain control. Jill felt the taut stomach muscles rise and fall as her hand journeyed towards its goal. Katy’s legs fell apart when Jill reached her mound. The heat from between them surprised Jill. The wet softness was wonderful. “So nice,” Jill murmured. Looking down the female form below her, Jill appreciated the offering made. “Honey, you are so sweet. Your curves are perfect. I am so lucky that you took this chance.” Jill used just one fingertip to circle Katy’s bud. Then slowly she drew it down the damp furrow and to the smooth skin beyond. Reversing direction, she added another fingertip to spread and tease both lips. Returning to the clit, she held the swollen lips apart with two fingers and used a third to lightly flick the hard nubbin. “You’re being bad,” whispered Katy. “Teasing again, you’ll take all night if I let you, huh? In control again, you do things as you want to not as I want. My lord! So Good!” Katy’s hips bucked several times and then subsided into a slow rhythm. Jill watched the young face below her. Eyes closed, Katy’s head would toss spasmodically and then her face would scrunch up. Her tongue flicked out at random intervals wetting her lips. “OOOH, JILL! Almost there! Harder! Faster!” All Katy’s motions began to speed up. Jill couldn’t believe the intensity in the girl’s body. Heat poured from her. Jill’s fingers were drenched in liquid. Looking at Katy’s breasts again, Jill suddenly knew what would send her admirer over the edge. Lowering her head to the nearest breast, Jill swiped the nipple several times with her tongue. Then lightly she caught the nipple between her teeth and pulled. Katy arched her whole body upward, suspended between head and heels. “GAHHH! OOOOH! JILL, JILL, JILL, JILL, Jill, Jill, Jill! I love you, love you! Soooo gooood! Oooooooh …” Katy collapsed back to the bed, her body twitching and lungs shuddering with huge gasps of air. Finally limp, she groaned and lay quietly. Jill watched in awe. “How beautiful she looked during her climax. What a wonderful thing to be able to cause,” Jill thought feeling proud of herself. Katy seemed to doze for a minute or two. Finally, her eyes opened and she smiled at Jill. “My husband has never given me an ‘O’ that big,” she said. Wrapping her arms around Jill she pulled her down to a tight embrace. She tenderly pulled a lock of Jill’s hair back. “I knew you’d be wonderful. With all that beauty and those brains, you couldn’t be an average lover. I didn’t expect anything in return, but what you gave me I’ll never forget.” Katy paused. “I bet you’re keyed up now and need a little more relaxing.” “No, I’m fine. You don’t …” “Shhh,” Katy said. “I want you to go to sleep relaxed.” With that she started to nibble on Jill’s neck as she gently rolled so that the two were facing each other on their sides. Katy moved one hand to cup Jill’s breast. “Now, let’s see how you like it,” she said. Katy was much too anxious. After only a minute or two of caressing Jill’s skin, she lowered her mouth to the rosy tip. “You taste so good.” She murmured between swipes of her tongue. Jill was definitely keyed up. The responses she’d pulled from Katy had seemed to gather between her legs. The liquid that she could feel seeping out seemed to be whipped into a froth that demanded some soothing attention. She let Katy suck and tug at her breasts for a while. Then she nudged her downward. “Aren’t we the eager one, now,” Katy said. “You’re lucky that I know how good you taste all over or I’d just stay here with these cute tits of yours. What succulent cherries.” Katy went back to the nipples for one last swipe at each one before she started a damp trail downward. When Katy arrived at Jill’s southern curls, she nuzzled around a little bit. “I can smell your scent here. The soft curls, the smooth skin,” she traced her hand from Jill’s knee upward. She rose up and sat back on her heels drinking in the sight. “I wish I was as pretty as you are. So well-proportioned, long legs, hips that won’t ever get fat.” Tattoo As I told my story, my best friend Lynette's eyes grew wider with every passing moment. It was terrifying and humiliating, but at the same time I couldn't believe what a relief it was to finally talk about what Catherine had done to me. I had just admitted my most embarrassing personal secret to her, that when I was in college I had become the lesbian love slave of my then-roommate Catherine. The moment that had propelled me to this wrenching of the biggest skeleton from my closet out onto the floor of Lynette's living room had happened the day before, when we and our husbands, Michael (mine) and Harry (hers) were all out on their boat. We had gone swimming off the boat at one point, and when I was climbing out of the water my bikini must have ridden up, because Lynette noticed my tattoo. The tattoo is high up on my right buttock, in a spot the bikini had easily covered when I'd modeled it in the mirror before going out that day. Even with my bottoms out of place enough for her to see it, Lynette only saw that last word of what was written on me in red ink, the name Catherine in capital letters, and the lower edges of the smaller letters above it. Of course, she was surprised to see another woman's name tattooed on my ass. She wanted to know what the other letters were. I broke into tears when she questioned me, and then she let it go. She apologized and didn't mention it again that day. She's my best friend in the world, and I loved her for dropping the subject the way she had, but after I got home that night I started to feel guilty. We were so close, I owed her an explanation. That's how I ended up sitting in her living room the next day, telling her the gory details of the most humiliating episode of my life. I began by pulling down my shorts and panties enough to let her see the full text of the tattoo's horrible brand, "Property of" in tiny letters above the larger name she'd seen below: "Catherine". I think it is fair to say that she was stupefied, and she didn't interrupt me as I told her the story of my college roommate Catherine. Lynette had stayed in our home town and attended the local community college after high school, but I had gone off to the biggest university in the state, five hours away. Just before the end of my first full year I had dropped out and moved home. I'd never told anyone the truth about why I'd left school, and never imagined I ever would. I'd put the whole thing behind me, but somehow thinking about it after Lynette saw the tattoo I came to the realization that I needed to tell someone. I'd bottled up the truth for too long, and it wasn't something I could ever talk to Michael about, so I steeled myself and told her the whole sordid tale. Catherine, the dormitory roommate the university assigned me, was a shy, attractive sophomore when I met her. She too had come from a smaller town hours away, but we never really hit it off. We had little in common, I'd come from a stable middle class family and she'd come from a rougher background altogether. I tried to connect with her, but I could never really get over her trashy appearance or style of speech. That said, we had no problems co-existing as roommates. We didn't hang out with the same people, or really hang out together much at all, but it wasn't like we fought or anything. Sometime around the middle of my first semester, we even worked out an arrangement where we would take turns doing all of our laundry in the coin-op machines on the first floor. You have to understand, I'd never even thought about another woman in a sexual way before then. But something happened to me when I started doing her laundry with mine, every other week. It was embarrassing to admit, but I became fascinated with Catherine's panties. Unlike mine, hers were a much racier style. Some of them were satiny, others were trimmed with lace. But there was more to it than that; I'd look at her underwear and find myself thinking about how she'd worn them, about how the piece of cloth in my hands had been nestled against her sex for a whole day. Lynette's eyes bored into me with obvious curiosity then. My face was hot with my shame as I described to her how I'd first sniffed my roommate's worn panties. To my surprise I found myself getting aroused all over again as I told Lynette how I'd pressed my nose into Catherine's panties and stood there mesmerized. How I'd sniffed them until I had an orgasm on the spot, my fingers in my busy in my own underwear. How I'd gotten myself off sniffing my roommate's panties night after night for a week straight before Catherine had caught me. She had left the room to go to her last class and I'd scooped up the pair she'd worn the day before. Clutching them to my face I'd masturbated to not just one orgasm, but a series, before falling asleep in my bed. When I woke up, Catherine had returned and was standing over my bed. She was staring at her panties, which I still held close to my face. I was so humiliated. I was terrified at my perverse habit being discovered, at what Catherine's reaction would be, but she seemed to take it in stride. A strange determination came over her face. She reached down and lifted her underwear away from me, holding them between us as she locked her eyes on me. "What were you doing, Allison?" I remember wanting to just curl up and die. I could see in her face how much she looked down on me at that moment, and I couldn't blame her. Her eyes stayed on mine as she spoke, and I couldn't look away. "You've been getting yourself off with my dirty panties, haven't you?" When I admitted it her jaw steeled, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I apologized, and then again. She just raised a finger and gestured for me to be quiet. "I could tell the floor admin, you know? Imagine explaining to your parents how you got kicked out of the hall for sniffing your roommate's underwear. And you will, unless you do something for me. Do it right now," she told me. I asked her what--no I *begged* to her to tell me what I could do to avoid being exposed. I'd do anything. Apologies and pleas for forgiveness tumbled from my mouth again, but she just ignored me. She demanded that I show her what I did, show her how I made myself cum with her panties. It was a humiliating idea, to be observed doing my perverse little ritual, but I would have done anything then if I thought I could save myself. Catherine still held her panties and I waited for a moment for her to give them back to me, but she just shook her head and told me to get out of bed. I stood, wondering if she meant to watch me rummage through her hamper to find another pair, when she told me that she had a specific pair in mind. My heart had flip-flopped when she reached down and lifted the front of her skirt, exposing the satiny pair she had on. Lynette stared as I explained how I'd found myself sinking to my knees in a daze in front of Catherine. How Catherine had smirked down at me the whole time, hands on her hips, as I pressed my face into her crotch. When I drew in that first deep breath through my nose, I was filled with her scent in a way sniffing her panties could never provide. Something happened to me then, something I'd never known to be part of my person took charge of me. I drew that fragrant female smell inside me and it made me feel like I never had before--not just aroused, but filled with fiery passion in an unthinking submissive way that felt automatic. My desire was undeniable, uncontrollable, irresistible. Before my hand had made it down into my own panties, I was wet. My embarrassment was forgotten. I pressed my nose into her panties and I forgot about *everything* but her. The only thing in my head was that submissive, sexy feeling of being under the spell of Catherine's body. Kneeling there, I nuzzled at her crotch and made myself cum and all the while she looked down at me like I was some kind of worm. When she took off her panties I didn't have to be told what to do. I buried my tongue in her and soon she came as well, hunched over me, with my face buried in her sex. That was how it started. At first she just made me do it to get herself off, and to humiliate me, but It didn't take her long after that to realize the true extent of her power over me. That I really would do anything she wanted as long as she let me sniff and lick her. I told Lynette how, after two months of pushing her control further and further, Catherine had reduced me to a shell of myself. I didn't think or do anything without her permission. She could demand anything and I would obey. She made me say and do humiliating things just to amuse her. She made me get the tattoo on a whim. Every day I spent with her I lost a little bit more of myself. All I could think about was her--she became my whole world, my reason for being. Then she met a guy just after spring break. It wasn't long before she was letting him use me. I still had enough sense of myself that I objected at first, but the moment she made me sniff her again I was under her spell. She had him do my ass while I licked her. They made up silly humiliations for me together, like making me write a love letter . . . to her *pussy*. It got worse with every passing day. Catherine made me stop going to my classes altogether. She told me that I didn't need a degree to be her slave. That I was going to spend my whole life serving her, so I might as well start training for that career. To be her servant! It took every ounce of willpower I had left, but when Catherine and her boyfriend went away for a weekend I ran. I left most of my things there and fled back here. She tried to track me down, but I told my family that she was a crazy stalker and that was why I'd left school. After a few months my life went back to normal. I started hanging around with you again, I met Michael, we got married, and everything was back to the way it should be. Michael saw the tattoo eventually, but I convinced him that it was just the result of my losing a drunken college bet. By the time I finished, Lynette's mouth had been hanging open for a while. I was crying pretty hard, and she was staring at me with a look that I couldn't decode. What did she think of me now? Telling the story of the low I'd sunk to brought back feelings of helplessness and shame that were hard to resist. It was an intense experience, but it felt incredibly good to get it off my chest. Being able to tell someone, someone that wouldn't judge me, someone that I knew I could trust, was wonderful. Lynette was such a good friend. I knew she probably had a million questions she wanted to ask me, but she waited until I had calmed down before she spoke. "So, you're telling me that you used to be this woman's lesbian slave girl. That when you sniffed her pussy you'd do anything she wanted. And, that nobody but me knows it, not your husband or your family?" Lynette asked me. I nodded. She rose to her feet and moved in front of me. I looked up into my best friend's face and I saw something disturbing in her wicked little grin. Something frighteningly familiar. "Lynette?" I said, and with that one word I wasn't just saying her name, I was asking for mercy. "If you don't want everybody in town to find out about this, I think you know what you have to do. Show me." "What do you mean? Lynette?" Her hands moved at her waist and then her skirt tumbled to the floor. In spite of myself, I looked down and stared at the front of her silky black panties. "Lynette?" I said, my voice quavering. Her hands settled at her hips, and she openly smirked then. I looked back down at her lower body, and the part of my personality that had taken control that year in college blossomed inside me again. I couldn't stop myself. It was so like the first time, I felt like I could have been reliving that day with Catherine in a dream. I sank to my knees in front of her. Lynette for her part didn't move at all, she just stood there and smugly watched as I crawled closer and then pressed my nose in against her. The first sniff of her scent made me moan out loud. The aroma was sweet but powerfully fragrant, and I knew in an instant that she was aroused. I savored the delicious female sexiness of her as it filled my lungs, and the old truths I'd learned came flooding back. My pussy throbbed with forbidden need and like that I was wet for her. The happy life I'd built couldn't change what I was--this was the real me. I was weak. I needed this, needed her. The flood of sensations thrust me back to those college days and in an instant, I was *hers*. I came. Hard. She pushed my head away as she laughed at me, at my weakness. I watched with complete focus as she tugged the crotch of her panties aside and pulled my face back to her. "There's no reason for you to have all the fun." I buried my tongue inside her, and for the first time since I'd fled Catherine, I felt totally fulfilled. The fact was humiliating, but liberating as well. This was what I was meant to do. To worship another woman on my knees. To serve her pleasure. I came again, even before Lynette did. She stood there panting above me for a minute afterwards, and then she told me to follow her. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and piled up the pillows on the bed. Lynette lay back against them and gestured for me to get down in front of her. Kneeling there on all fours, I began to lick her again, as she lay back and giggled. "Oh my God. How am I going to explain this to Harry? I'm sure he'll be alright with it though, as long as I share you. Maybe I'll let him do your ass," I heard her saying. She moaned and I felt her hands settling on my head, pulling my face in deeper against her. I shuddered at the taste of her and I knew I'd do it, I'd let Harry fuck my ass if *she* wanted it. Now I would do anything that she wanted, as long as she'd let me worship between her legs. Tattoo Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, emptying it completely as the sun slipped lower towards the horizon, just beginning to paint the sky with an orangish glow over the ocean. It was her sixth, and she was beginning to feel next to no pain at all. Dan pulled another from the toss-away cooler beside them and twisted the top before handing it to her with a goofy grin. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" Brenda giggled, tossing her thick, shiny black curls over her creamy shoulder. Her gorgeous brown doe eyes danced at him playfully. A perfect set of white teeth gleamed behind her luscious pouty lips. Then Dan's eyes dropped to her chest. An immaculate set off ebony, sweat-glistened e cups, packed into a too-tight emerald, one-piece bathing suit teased his gaze. They jiggled and bounced with her laughter as he followed the stark line of her cleavage into the top of her suit. The stark outlines of her dark aureole beneath the stretchy, thin material thrilled him. "Are you looking at my boobs again Dan?" Brenda teased. Chagrinned, Dan looked away as his face went red. He was always looking at her boobs, but she'd never called him out on it before. Returning to her smiling face, but not before a last cursory glance at her breasts...Dan noticed that her nipples had thickened, stiffening and swelling under her suit, and couldn't remember if they'd been that way before or if he was seeing things...he smiled sheepishly, unsure of what to say exactly. Her smile penetrated him; she was so beautiful that it really was nearly unbearable. Twirling a long, dark finger through her glistening curls, Brenda giggled at him. "Did you know..." she began, gazing dreamy at him, you're so cute when you're embarrassed Dan," she said. Freshly embarrassed, Dan looked away and crossed his legs, stretching them out on the small stool in front of him to hide his burgeoning bulge. His legs were thickly haired and muscular. His skin was the color of the midday sun tinted by a touch of sunburn. Dan was about as white as they come. "Are you okay hun?" Brenda asked, pulling a curl to her shoulder before releasing it and allowing it to snap back in place with a bounce. Dan's crotch swelled uncomfortable and he shifted. "Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled at her. But according to his crotch, things weren't business as usual. Brenda watched him a moment longer, noticing his condition, taking pleasure in it. "So what do you want to do next?" Dan said, trying to change the subject. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" Brenda answered pleasantly, letting him off of the hook. They'd spent the day together hanging out at the beach. Since early afternoon, wine coolers had been the main staple. Now, as the swollen sun neared the horizon, they were both pretty well lubricated...although Brenda wavered more towards the drunken end of the scale. "We could go for a walk on the strip. Maybe find something to eat or something?" Dan offered sounding offhand. Brenda cocked her head to the side as if weighing the option, then cast her gaze downwards and studied the vast expanse of bare brown flesh at the tops of her Brobdingnagian boobs. Dan noticed again how incredibly beautiful she was. In fact, as the alcohol fogged his brain, he viewed her in a sexual way. Brenda dripped sex. She was gorgeous and mature; her body was exciting. While it went without saying that her breasts were magnificent, her figure was classic hourglass. But at that moment, it was her bare thighs, athletic and the color of bronzed chocolate that drew his attention again and again. He wondered if she shaved her vagina...no...he thought again. Not vagina...pussy. He wondered if he shaved her pussy. He said it again in his mind, thrilling at it. Her hot, wet pussy. Her hot, wet...black...fucking pussy. Dan's cock throbbed. "idea..." Brenda said. Her words broke his reverie as confusion knotted his brow. "I said that sounds like a good idea..." Brenda said again, smiling at Dan's apparent predicament. In a move destined to raise eyebrows and erection, she placed her tongue on the inside rim of the bottle neck and swirled it, licking up the sweet sugar sticking to it, as she glanced at him from beneath her bangs. Dan's cock jumped and he winced slightly from the pressure of his leg over it. Brenda laughed but gave no direct indication of whether she knew the exact reason for Dan's discomfort. "You ready?" she said, shifting to seriousness. "Oh yeah, just a minute" Dan said, pretending to read the label on the empty bottle in his hand. Holding it to his face, he read the ingredients out loud as if looking for something in particular. He was in fact, stalling for time to allow his erection to subside. "Wow! Look at all the damn sugar in these things!" he exclaimed in mock indignation. Brenda stared at him with what could be described as a funny look, then giggled. "NOW you're worried about that? After slugging...what...six or seven of 'em?" He worlds slurred ever so slightly at the end. "C'mon Mr. health nut," she joked, slipping into her sandals and rising. Standing before him, he noticed once more how big her breasts were in her swimsuit...and looked away. His erection was subsiding finally and he didn't need it popping up again. Rising, he joined her and slipped on his own sandals. His baggy shorts were loose enough to cover his still softening member, luckily. But standing next to him in her hot, form hugging one-piece, he though Brenda looked like a goddess. As they made their way through the beach lounges towards the street, she pulled slightly ahead of him, allowing a delicious view of her inescapable, luscious rear. A fact that he had nothing against. Her dark butt cheeks played peek-a-boo with the line of her suit, threatening to cause another rise at any second. Once they'd made their way through the lounges, the turned left on the sidewalk and walked side by side. It was a beautiful early evening. The air was still hot and the weekend strip was crowded with tourists and beach goers spending their money in the trinket shops lining either side of the street for blocks. Walking next to Brenda, Dan stole quick glances at breasts as they moved and swayed. It was funny he thought. They'd known each other for about two months. Brenda had moved to Virginia from Colorado to take a position in his firm. They worked in adjacent offices and had somehow had become quasi-friends at work. Dan had offered to show her around town on the weekends and some evenings. Thus far, they'd been to the museum and the small shopping district. Dan had never really been interested in women of color. Not that he was racist or anything like that. It was just something that hadn't managed to enter into his world...before Brenda. In the two months since their meeting, Dan found himself noticing her more and more at work. She dressed conservatively, but she had a pension for skirts. He liked to admire her hot, nylon encased legs at the office. Normally, she wore a button-up blouse. Her breasts were obviously huge, even beneath her work attire. But today had been the first time he'd seen her in a bathing suit and he'd been quite surprised at how big they really were. The rest of her was no laughing matter either. Over and over during the afternoon, he'd caught himself trying to picture her naked. They stopped at a hot dog vendor on the corner and ordered two Coney Island's with the works and two sodas. Dan paid for their dinner and they sat on a bench to watch the people while they ate. He couldn't help noticing the looks coming from the men along the strip in Brenda's direction. He couldn't blame them. She was hot, they gorging on the sexy ebony milf in the bathing suit next to him. "This is so nice Dan," Brenda remarked, popping the last bit of hot dog into her mouth. God, Dan thought, she even ate sensually. "Yes it is nice," he agreed genuinely enjoying her company. "So what now?" she said as her pretty eyes bored into his. "Uhm..." Dan struggled for an idea. Suddenly, Brenda giggled, then broke into a loud fit of laughter, grabbing at her midsection. Dan waited, puzzled for an explanation. As her giggles subsided, she pointed across the street. "I wanna tattoo," she said as the giggles resurfaced. Dan was shocked. "A tattoo?" he said incredulous. That was the last thing that would have occurred to him. "Yah!" she went on with growing enthusiasm. "I've always wanted one!" "Are you drunk Brenda?" Dan stated, still surprised. "Well...yeah...kinda," she smiled slyly at him. "But isn't that when you're supposed to get a tattoo?" Her logic was impeccable. Nodding his agreement, Dan had to admit that being drunk was usually the time to get a tattoo. "Well, uh...I guess...if you want," he said. "I think I might need another wine cooler first though...or two," Brenda giggled, half joking, but half serious. "Wine coolers then," he said rising. She was already pretty smackered he thought, but is she wanted more, who was he to argue? He hoped that drunk Brenda might mean a naked Brenda later on. "I'll be right back," he said and walked the few paces to the liquor store behind them to the right. His interest was seriously piqued now. He wanted to see where this went. Several minutes later he returned with four ice-cold wine coolers. Twisting the cap on one of them he handed it to her. After opening his own, they clinked bottles and lifted them to drink. "Are we allowed to drink on the street?" Brenda asked, wiping her mouth. "I dunno," Dan said chuckling. "Guess we'll find out." The booze was really hitting him now, and he was out to get the gorgeous sexy woman next to him as drunk as possible. The first wine coolers passed without incident and Dan popped the second ones. It was obvious that Brenda was way past tipsy. "Dan man," she said, then broke into giggles at her own humor. "You are so much fun." She ended with a smile that tugged at his crotch. "I think," she began but it came out sounding more like "Ith think." "I think I'm ready for my tattoo." She declared finally, setting her empty down on the bench triumphantly. "You have managed to get me drunk Mr. Dan" she sort of half slurred, "are you ready for that?" "Bring it," Dan laughed loudly, nearly as drunk as she was. Rising, they made their way across the street to the tattoo parlor that Brenda had indicated to earlier. She was a bit unsteady at one point and grabbed onto Dan's shoulder as she tripped and fell into him...pressing her breasts into his arm. He thought they felt like big, soft, heavenly pillows and his cock responded. "Oops...sorry Danny," she giggled, righting herself again. At the door of the parlor, Dan pushed it open and they went inside. Instantly the ac hit them. It felt like they had just walked into a freezer and Dan noticed Brenda's nipples stiffen until they pointed straight out and away from her breasts. He was surprised at their size and thickness, but Brenda seemed unfazed. In fact, he observed that she hadn't even seemed to notice. Instantly, the two young guys behind the desk looked up, their eyes returning to Brenda after dismissing Dan. "Hi," they said in turn, more at her breasts. Brenda was obviously feeling no pain at all as she smiled at them. "I wanna tattoo," she stated flatly. "Well, you're in the right place," one of the young men, apparently the owner said, coming around the counter. "We have some really cool stuff right here," he continued, pointing to the drawings hanging on the front of the counter. The young man's eyes followed her and he stared openly at her cleavage as she bent to inspect the drawings. Her breasts hung in front of her, swinging slightly with her movements as her thick nipples pressed through the front of her swimsuit. Dan felt like an outsider. The young men had almost completely ignored him to that point, but he couldn't blame them. After all, the way the bottom of her suit rode up as she bent over, revealing a horny snatch of round ass cheek would be enough to make any man run into a wall. As he watched her move, Dan's cock thickened again. Doubtless, the young men were already sporting erections. "I like this one," Brenda said, pointing at a medium sized rose on the front of the counter. Taking from it spot, the young man tore his eyes from her breasts and presented it. "This one's really cool," he said. "I think it would look awesome on you." His associate behind the counter agreed. "What do you think Dan?" she asked, searching his face earnestly for his opinion. "I like it Brenda," Dan smiled. What else should he have said? "Okay, I want that one then," Brenda returned, smiling drunkenly at the young man whose eyes had long since returned to her breasts. "Follow me," he smiled, leading Brenda and Dan around the counter to the room where the art took place. The room was smallish, with a window facing the main shop area on one wall. Basically, customers entering the shop could see the work taking place in the room behind the counter. Sparsely furnished, it contained a workbench, a table and stool, and a chair for a third person to sit in. "Where do you want it?" the young man asked Brenda as he prepared the workbench. "Uhm...right here," Brenda, pointing to her left butt cheek, just below the top of it. "Okay," the young man smiled. "Uh, that's going to be kind of problematic though," he said. "Why?" Brenda asked. "Well, you're wearing a one-piece bathing suit," he stated flatly. In her drunken state, his meaning didn't register on Brenda. "So?" she said. "Okay, then," the young man said, breaking into a grin, "whatever the customer wants." As he prepared the stencil, he looked and Dan and smiled. Dan smiled back out of politeness. "Ready?" he said, approaching Brenda, who nodded. "Take down your swimsuit please," he said. Brenda looked shocked. "Take down my swimsuit?" she started before it dawned on her. She was wearing a one-piece, which meant she would have to take it all the way down to where she wanted the tattoo. She would have to be practically naked. "Well, I..." she started then stopped. Dan noticed her nipples visibly stiffen again. "What's the problem?" the young man said. "I...I didn't realize..." The young man waited. "You wanna change the location?" he offered sounding somewhat disappointed. Brenda looked at Dan. Dan shrugged. "Well, no I kinda want it there..." she said, thinking it over. The room fell silent as the young man waited for her decision. "Tell ya what," he said nicely, I gotta go take care of something up front and be back in a minute while you reconsider it. With that he was gone. Dan saw him talking to the other young man up front at the counter through the window. "Dan," Brenda said, "what should I do? I don't want to get naked...but..." then she stopped. Slyly, she smiled, then winked at him. "But you would like that wouldn't you?" she teased, giggling. Dan's cock felt like hot iron. Had she really just teased him about getting naked? "Wanna see me naked?" she teased again, sticking her tongue out at him. "I..I.. that is..." Dan stumbled as he processed her words. His cock throbbed between his legs at the prospect. Just then the young man returned. "I want it where I said," Brenda announced, reaching for the shoulder straps of her suit. As Dan and the young man watched, fascinated, Brenda slipped first one strap off of her bare shoulder, then the other. With her back towards them, she grasped the edges of her suit around her breasts and pushed, lowering it slowly. Dan shifted in his seat, adjusting his crotch. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. But inch by inch, as Brenda lowered her suit, revealing more and more of her gorgeous sexy ebony body to him, his cock pounded and ached, threatening to burst. With her suit around her waist and her back facing them, she turned to look over her shoulder at them. Dan could only imagine what her now bared breasts must look like and he wished he could see them. "Is this enough?" she asked coyly at the young man. "Uh...uhm...no," he answered flatly. Giggling a bit, she pushed her suit lower, slowly, over the tops of her butt cheeks. She was now standing totally nude from the waist up with her butt nearly bared to the men. The rounded sides of her bare tits were visible from behind her. In her intoxication, Brenda seemed totally unaware that she was totally exposed to the front of the shop through the window on the wall. "Uhm, ah...I guess that'll do," the young man said, stumbling a bit at her practically naked backside. Turning her head over her shoulder again, she smiled at Dan. Dan smiled back nervously and looked quickly away. His cock hurt. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to look at her and jack off...he wanted to gorge on her naked ebony body...he wanted to see her big naked titties and the spot between her thigh as he stroked at her. He imagined what she must look like and nearly grabbed at himself watching her finger her hot, horny pussy in his mind. As the young man pulled up the stool and sat down his face was level with her nearly bare rear. "Wait," Brenda said suddenly as the young man prepared to place the stencil. "I changed my mind." The young man's face seemed to drop. "I want it here," she said. Turning slowly, she faced the two men in the room. Her large, exposed, chocolate colored tits suddenly became the center of attention. Her nipples, thick, and darker than the rest of her skin were hard and pointed, standing away from breasts. Her entire dollar-sized aureole swelled with excitement before Dan and the young man's eyes unbelieving eyes. Tugging at the edge of her suit again, she pushed it down even further until her neatly trimmed patch of curly pubic hair peeked over the top of it. Dan gasped audibly while the tattoo artist sat glued to his spot, stencil in hand. Lowering her suit a bit more, just below her crotch, Brenda exposed her smooth bare vagina to the room. "Right here," she pointed to the area just to the left of it on her fleshy inner thigh. Then pushing her suit to her knees, she allowed it drop to her feet and stepped out of it, and her sandals, leaving them useless on the floor in front of her. Dan swallowed hard and shifted his throbbing cock which now formed an obvious tent in the front of his shorts. He could barely believe that Brenda, his beautiful coworker and new friend was standing in front of him, the tattoo artist, and another couple who had entered the shop and were gaping at her through the window. He saw every inch of her naked tits and the hot bare pussy he'd been fantasizing about. "Well?" Brenda said at the tattoo guy. "Uh, oh yeah, okay," he answered coming back to reality. "Sit on the table please." Leaving her suit on the floor, Brenda placed her arms behind her, hands flat on the table and pushed herself up until she was sitting on it facing them. Her breasts hung in front of her, nipples turned upwards. "Like this?" she asked. "Uhm, spread your legs a bit more," the young man answered. His voice sound shaky. Scooting closer, he placed the stencil on her inner thigh where she had indicated, his face merely inches from her naked pussy as he bent to work. Brenda grinned and winked at Dan while the guy marked her skin with the stencil. Through the window, the couple watched intently, still gawking at the hot, naked, large breasted black woman on the table. "Okay I uh...that's done," the young man stumbled, pressing the stencil into Brenda's inner thigh before his shaky hands allowed it to drop to the floor. Brenda giggled at that. Tattoo Moving to the workbench, he prepared his tattoo gun, needle and ink. While the young man busied himself with his back towards them, Brenda shot Dan a naughty grin and lifted a heavy breast in one hand. Tugging on her thick nipple, she shook her breast at him and winked. Dan could barely breathe. The couple had gone from the front of the shop finally and the other young man stood staring at Brenda through the window. At last, the tattoo artist was ready and scooted back over to Brenda. With his face at her crotch, he asked if she was ready. She nodded. Placing the needle against her skin, he pressed to begin the outline. Brenda had never gotten a tattoo before and jumped slightly at the feel of the needle pressing into her flesh. "Sorry," the guy said, looking up at her. "It's gonna sting a little." The sound of the needle filled the room as he worked, etching the outline of the tat into her flesh. As Dan watched the incredible scene, he noticed that her breasts rose and fell with her breathing with increasing speed. Her nipples were amazing in size and seemed to stiffen even harder as they guy worked on her, until they stood out at least a full inch by Dan's estimation from across the room. Her aureole were thick and swollen like dark chocolate saucers turned upside down. The whole situation was making her hot as hell he observed, and his cock swelled like a hot dog in a microwave, filling with blood until it actually hurt and pulled at him as he struggled with his own breathing. He wondered that the tattoo guy could remain so calm. But unknown to Dan, the guy's cock was pressing into the front of his own pants. Brenda's breathing continued to increase until she could no longer hide the fact that she was aroused. When the outline was finished, the guy scooted back to inspect his work. Dan saw that her pussy lips glistened, shiny and wet with her excitement. "Okay," the young man said, swallowing visibly hard. "I uh, I'll get the color..." With that he scooted back to the workbench. To his dismay, he discovered that the needed color was empty. "Crap," he announced, sounding frustrated, "I'll be right back." With that, he rose and exited the room. Brenda locked eye with Dan. Hers were wide and burned with excitement. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. Without speaking, she placed a hand quickly on her crotch and rubbed at it lightly, teasing herself right in front of him. Dan nearly came in his shorts. Just as the guy came back into the room, she moved her hand away and placed it beside her again. Dan saw that her pussy lips were swollen, slick and protruding, and the scent of her excitement filled the air in the small area. With the color filled, the guy stood in front of Brenda, needle in hand. "Okay," he explained, "this is going to hurt a bit more than the outline." Brenda nodded again. "I'll be careful though, but I need to stand beside you for this." Moving to her side, he grasped her thigh and pulled her legs further apart. Then, he pressed the needle into her flesh and went to work. Brenda jumped again visibly at the pain and whimpered as he filled the outline with color. Brenda watched Dan as the tattoo artist worked on her inner thigh, inches from her moist crotch. Her wide-spread legs dangled from the table, exposing her gaping, excited cunt to the room. Filling a tat with color is harder than creating an outline. As the guy pressed the needle more firmly into her flesh, the tiny motor bogged a bit. Brenda's lips formed an O-shape and a moan actually escaped her. With one hand, she reached for a breast and fingered a stiff nipple lightly while the guy worked. Lifting her heavy tit in front of her, she pulled at it next to the young man who was bent over her thigh. Instinctively, and unable to stop himself, Dan grabbed at his crotch as he watched her. Feeling the outline of his erection through his shorts, he squeezed at his shaft. His cock pulsated and throbbed through the material of his shorts in his palm. "Okay, that's done," the young man said, rising. Brenda released her breast and it bounced back into place. As the guy went to the workbench to fill the next color, she spread her legs to an obscene distance and fingered herself quickly, dropping her hand again as he turned to face her again. "Almost finished," he said earnestly, though Dan could plainly see the outline of his erect cock in his pants. Through the window, the other young man stared incredulous at the scene. Pressing the needle into her once more, the guy went to work, filling in the last color. It hurt even more than before, and Brenda rolled her head back onto her shoulders and moaned loudly, openly pressing her palm into her swollen clitoris as he worked on her Her fingers found the swollen, moist opening of her cunt. With the needle buzzing next to her dripping pussy, Brenda slid two fingers into her burning hole and fingered herself, openly masturbating while the young man tattooed her. On the other side of the window another customer, an older man had entered the shop and now stood next to the other young man, gaping at her through the window. Brenda slid her fingers in and out of her hungry cunt quickly, fucking herself in front of the men. With her other hand, she lifted a tit to her mouth and licked and bit at her own nipple, tugging at it with her teeth. He moans filled the room along with the sound of the needle. The pain was driving her mad, making her clitoris swell harder, as she finger-fucked herself in front of the three men, no longer caring who was watching her. When the guy stopped the needle for a moment to readjust, she spread her legs even wider and began to slap lightly at her horny cunt, sucking hard on a nipple, filling the room with the slurping sounds as she lifted it to her face. All four men watched in fascination as four cocks swelled to the aching point. Dan slid his hand into the waistband of his shorts and grabbed at the bare flesh of his erection, pulling on it hard. When the tattoo guy clicked the needle on again, he bent to finish the job as Brenda rubbed fast circles around her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through her entire body. Jamming her huge tit into her mouth, she licked, suck and bit at her nipple, leaving tiny teeth marks at the base of it on her dark aureole. "Oh god," she moaned loudly, increasing the pace of the circles around her clit. By now, Dan was lost. He watched her masturbate on the table in front of everyone like a scene from a fuck flick. Stroking his cock inside of his shorts, he moaned as well...pulling hard on it and jacking it quickly. The two men in front of the shop had now relocated and were standing next to each other just inside of the doorway to the room, staring incredulous at the naked, masturbating woman on the table. One of them, the older man, rubbed at the front of his jeans. Brenda's eyes moved quickly over everyone in the room, darting back and forth between them as her fingers pulled and pinched at her clitoris. Releasing her breast, she hefted the other one to her mouth. As the needle bit into her naked flesh, her hips moved slightly, unconsciously, as she fucked her sopping cunt into the palm of her hand. The guy struggled a bit to keep the needle steady, but worked on nevertheless. "Oh god...yeah...fuck..." she moaned loudly, tossing her head back onto her shoulders again, jamming at herself between her slick thighs. "Do me," she breathed, "do me...do me right here..." At that the tattoo artist stopped and looked up at her. "Make me cum," she said again, barely able to breathe. "Oh god make me cum..." The tattoo was finished. Turning the needle around in his palm, the young man pressed the vibrating gun into her clitoris and held it there. "OH JEEZUS...FUCK..." Brenda moaned, thrusting her hips forwards to meet the vibrations, fucking herself into the tattoo gun. Grabbing the guy's arm, Brenda gently moved the gun around her clitoris, as she fucked into it...moaning and whimpering, slipping just the end of it into her horny, throbbing cunt. With his free hand, the young man freed his cock from his pants. Long and hard, it sprung up, slapping off of his t-shirt around his belly, bouncing slightly until it settled into place against the bare flesh of her thigh. Dan almost came at that, and had to slow his stroking inside of his shorts. "Oh yeah," Brenda said, her voice raw with lust. "Stroke it. Stroke that big cock for me." Releasing his hold on the gun, he allowed Brenda to fuck her pussy with it, jamming it in and out of herself as the guy stepped back and grasped his erection. Pointing it at her, he stroked himself from the base to the head...masturbating for her. Brenda rubbed the vibrating gun all over, in and around her steaming hungry box, jamming it in and out of her herself hard and fast. Her entire upper body flushed with excitement as she masturbated for the men. Dan saw that the other guys now had their cocks in hand and were stroking themselves as they watched her. He pulled his shorts down over his own erection, releasing it to the room. Brenda stared at him as she moved the handle of the gun upwards, pushing it hard in quick little strokes into the underside of her clitoris. Each time that the gun came into contact with her clit, she moaned, tugging hard at a nipple, twisting and pulling it between her fingers. "Dan...oh god, Dan..." she breathed hard, as her eyes gorged on his hand blurring over his cock, then scanned the other men stroking their own cocks in the room, before returning to him again, and repeating the pattern. Before she could react, the tattoo artist grabbed the gun, took it from her and jammed his head between her legs in a single motion. Placing the tip of his tongue on her engorged clitoris, he flicked the tip of it lightly over and across it, circling it. Brenda grabbed at his hair and jammed his head hard between her fleshly dark thighs, fucking her entire sopping cunt at his face. Bucking wildly, she moaned and jammed herself at him. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled in front of her, teasing the other men in the room nearly to orgasm. "OH GOD JEEZUS FUCK MAKE ME CUM!" she yelled loudly in a single sentence, grinding herself into the guy's face between her legs. Suddenly, the other young man stepped the few paces to where her sandals and swim suit lay on the floor. Bending while stroking his cock, he retrieved her suit. Wrapping it around his shaft, he stroked himself with it, revealing in the soft silky feel of it as his pants fell to his ankles. Thrusting his hips, he fucked his cock into her swimsuit, moaning loudly. Brenda was on the edge of orgasm. Stifling a scream, she bit down hard into her thick, pouty bottom lip. Grabbing the guy's head again with both hands she pulled him hard into her and thrust her hips, using his entire head to fuck herself. Just as she reached the brink, the guy stopped and pulled away. "No...no...god...no...please..." she begged hard. Left unsatisfied, she thrust her pussy at the now empty space between her soaked thighs, involuntarily fucking at the air...needing to cum. Pulling her off of the table to her feet, the young man spun her around and pushed, forcing her forwards until she bent over the table. Bracing herself with her hands in front of her, she thrust her naked ass upwards into the air. Stroking his cock, he slapped at it, cracking her hard across the fleshy globes, making them jiggle. Brenda jumped and moaned. Spreading her feet apart, she reached between her legs and diddled her clit as he spanked her ass, stroking his cock merely inches from it. The young man fucking himself into her swimsuit, jacked hard into it. With his free hand he grasped one edge of it. Now using both hands, he stretched it hard in front of him, rubbing his cock into it and all over it, continuing to pull on it until it popped at the seam with a tearing sound. Rubbing it his cock with it, he pulled at it, thrusting his hips forwards into it until the seam gave way completely, nearing tearing her suit in half. Dan pushed his shorts to his ankles and sat back in the chair. Spreading his legs, he spit into his palm and jerked his cock hard and fast at the scene in front of him. The older man stepped further into the room as his pants rode to his knees, pulling on himself quickly and moaning. The sexual tension in the room rose until it was tangible, like a thick cloud filling the space...Dan could almost taste it. With a final ripping noise, Brenda's swimsuit came completely apart in the young man's hands and half of it fell away to the floor at his feet. With the other half, he continued to stork his throbbing cock at her, stepping closer until he was merely a foot from her. By now, her ass cheeks were swollen an angry red as the tattoo artist continued to slap and spank at them. Brenda's fingers flew between her thighs as she bent over the table, fingering her clit and moaning loudly. Her heavy, bare breasts pressed into the hard table in front of her. Bending over, the tattoo guy bit into the flesh of her burning ass cheeks, clamping down hard, alternating between them as he jacked himself furiously. Then, grabbing at her shoulders, he lifted her to a standing position and spun her, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Pushing his cock at her lips, he thrust forwards until she spread them, entering her mouth. Brenda reached forwards and grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled, moving him towards her, fucking her face with his cock. The slurping sounds of her lips on him filled the room along with the groans of the men stroking themselves. Squatting before him on the balls of her bare feet, she spread her knees wide and diddled herself as she gobbled his cock...swirling her tongue around it and swallowing it completely before sliding back until the tip of it was just inside of her lips, the repeating the pattern, increasing in speed. The tattoo guy dropped his head back onto his shoulders and moaned. "Suck it...suck my cock..." he said, thrusting to meet her face. Grabbing at her hair, he quickly balled her soft curls in his fist and used it jam her head onto his cock as Brenda slapped at her pussy between her thighs. Her breasts bounced wildly and pressed up against the front of his legs as she bobbed her head forwards, around and back, sucking him hard and fast. With that, the other young dropped what was left of suit and stepped beside her. With one hand, she grasped the base of his cock and pulled hard, stroking him quickly as he moaned at her. Dan was close to cumming and had to slow down again. Suddenly, the older man groaned loudly and came...spewing his load in thick ropes onto the floor in front of him. Losing control, the tattoo artist pushed Brenda hard until she fell over onto her back on the floor. Taking her ankles roughly, he jerked her legs apart and fell to his knees in front of her. Grasping his angry erection, he pointed it at her and fell forwards onto his hands, entering her in a single motion. Brenda gasped and moaned as his cock filled her, stretching her. Thrusting quickly, he held himself in a sort of push-up position on his knees and fucked her on the floor as the other men watched. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him in; thrusting her hips up off of the floor to meet his fucking. She fucked him back, moaning loudly as her tits bounced and lolled to either side of her. Watching her tits, the young man was nearly overcome and had to slow his thrusting...but Brenda pulled him all the harder into her, fucking his cock with her hot, slick, tight cunt...it wrapped him like a hot velvet glove, engulfing his cock in its warm, silky wetness. Finally, the other young man stepped closer until he was standing over her jacking his cock at her. He watched her big tits bounce and swing as the tattoo artist fucked her, pointing his erection at them. "Yeah, oh yeah, stroke it...cum for me, cum all over me," Brenda breathed at him, her brown, horny eyes boring into his. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh mixed with moans filled the room as the tattoo guy pounded Brenda's tight wet twat and the two men stroked themselves. The older man watched, fascinated, still fingering is soft cock, now beginning to thicken once more. Suddenly, feeling his orgasm imminent, Dan got up and trotted to the scene on the floor, pounding himself with his fist. "Oh god...Brenda...Brenda...god Imma cum...Imma cum," he moaned, arching his body slightly backwards as his shorts rode to his ankles with his fisting. Without warning, Brenda pushed the tattoo guy off of her and rolled to her side. Struggling to her knees quickly, she crouched on the balls of her bare feet, knees wide apart in front of Dan and opened her mouth. Placing her arm under her heavy breasts, she lifted them at him. With her other hand, she slapped at her cunt, making herself quiver and moan. "Yah, cum baby," she breathed nastily, pushing her tits at him. "Cum...that's right honey, cum on me...cum all over my big black titties baby." "Oh god...Brenda..." Dan said, with no control. "Oh god, I love your titties...I love your titties...I love your big...black...titties..." "Yah?" she cooed hotly. "You like 'em baby? You like my tits?" "Oh god yeah...yeah...I love...your...your...tits..." At that, Dan moaned a final time and came...hard...jettisoning thick, white ropes of sticky cum from the tip of his cock, splattering Brenda's beautiful coco tits and cleavage. As he pumped himself hard and fast, some of it landed on her hair and in her open mouth. Before he finished, Brenda clamped her mouth around his rod and swallowed the rest. At the same time, the tattoo artist orgasmed, standing beside her, moaning loudly and spattering her left shoulder and arm with his own hot load, spattering her naked body with it. The second shop worker let loose, moving closer to Brenda. He emptied himself all over her right arm and thigh, until it ran off of her dripping to the floor. As she released Dan's cock from between her lips, Brenda placed a hand behind herself on the floor for support and spread her knees wide, thrusting her hips upwards at Dan. Her entire body locked as if bracing for an onslaught. Then it came...she orgasmed, rubbing her clit furiously, slapping and smacking it. Her moans bordered on screams and filled the room. In fact, she could be heard outside of the shop. Pressing her fingers into herself, she coaxed a long thin stream of her own juice from her box. It shot straight out of her and landed on Dan's bare thigh, covering it with its wet warmth. Brenda rocked back and forth on her heels, jamming her hand between her legs, riding her orgasm to paradise. Her tits shook and bounced in front of her, swinging wildly as she came all over the floor between her thighs. The older man had managed another erection and was stroking it viciously. He moaned several times in a row, stepping towards Brenda who was in the throes of her second orgasm. "Yeah, come on baby," she said to the man. "Come here...cum on me." As he neared her, he could no longer hold back and came again, pointing his cock between her thighs. His hot cum splattered her vulva and landed on either side of her cunt. Rubbing her hand in it, she spread it all over her tits, smearing it around her nipples and aureole until they glistened, slick with it. Finally, as Brenda's second orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto her ass on the floor, struggling to breathe. The men stood in a circle around her, recovering as well. They all stared at each other in silence. After a few minutes, the older man pulled his pants up, turned and left the shop without a word. Meanwhile, Dan had recomposed himself and helped Brenda to her feet. Her dark skin was covered and sticky with the cum of four men all over her body. Tattoo Coming back to reality, the tattoo artist and the other young men also composed themselves. Only Brenda still stood totally naked among them. Her new tattoo shone wet and bright on her inner thigh. "Wow," was all she said. "I uh, I'm sorry about your swimsuit," the young man who had torn it said, staring at the useless rag on the floor. "Shit," Brenda said as she realized she had nothing to wear. "How am I going to get out of here?" The three men stared at her in silence. "Well...uh...." Dan began then stopped at a loss. He thought for a moment about offering her his shirt. Secretly though, he harbored a fantasy of seeing her walk naked and cum covered along the sidewalk outside in front of everyone. "Shoot," the tattoo guy said, avoiding her eyes, "we don't have anything extra here, and I don't think any of our clothes would fit you." Brenda looked down at herself and lifted her huge tits in front of her. "No, not with these babies," she said. Then she picked up the torn pieces of her suit from the floor. The three men gorged on her naked body as her tits hung and wiggled in front of her. Turning the pieces this way and that, she tried to piece something together. But it was useless. The suit was torn beyond repair. Dropping the pieces to the ground, she sighed and slipped into her sandals. "Well, at least I have these," she joked. On one hand, Dan felt bad for her and wanted to give her something to cover herself with. But on the other, the idea of her having to actually walk out of the shop totally nude had his cock twitching again. "Are you ready Dan?" she asked, grinning at him. "Huh?" he said surprised. Was she actually considering it? "Are you ready to go?" she pressed. "Uh...I guess so," he said. "I mean, how?" "How?" Brenda repeated. "Same way we got here...walk." "But uhm, I mean, you're naked," he half sputtered. "I know that dear," she said, mocking but not meanly. "What choice do I have?" Dan was silent. As if reading his mind, Brenda smiled wickedly at him. "You'd like that wouldn't you? You wanna see me walk outta here naked don't you? Hmmm?" With that, she grasped his hand in hers. "C'mon babe," she said, "let's see what kind of trouble we can get into...and nice to meet you guys, it was hot." Pulling Dan by the hand, she left the room and walked out into the main area of the shop. Outside of the window, the nighttime street was busy. Not stopping to think twice, Brenda pulled the door open and stepped out onto the sidewalk with Dan at her heels. "No worries!" the tattoo artist called out behind her, '"it's on the house!" Brenda ignored him. Naked, she stood outside of the shop with the dried cum flaking on her skin. All around them, people passed staring dumbfounded at the totally nude black woman on the sidewalk next to the white man holding her hand. Cars slowed in the street. People catcalled and whistled. Brenda smiled and waved back at them. Pulling Dan's hand, she crossed the street again, walking naked through the cars. Once on the other side, she turned for the beach again. As Dan followed, watching her sweet bare ass move in front of him, watching gorgeous Brenda walk totally naked in public, his cock rose into a state of hard erection again. He couldn't believe what was happening. Brenda's luscious, bare tits swayed in front of her. Her bare ass and vagina were exposed to anyone who cared to look...and many did. They passed a sidewalk café just before the edge of the beach filled with people drinking and laughing in the hot night air. Brenda swayed right in front of it, while people spun their heads to gawk in disbelief. "OH MY GOD! THAT WOMAN'S NAKED!" one lady cried out as Brenda passed, smiling in her direction. "FUCK! LOOK!" a young male voice followed. As Dan turned his head, he saw a group of guys standing at the corner of the patio drinking. They all turned to stare at Brenda. "NICE FUCKING TITS BABY!" one of them called after her. Finally, they passed the café and strode onto the sands of the beach. Stopping by a palm, Brenda turned suddenly. Her face flushed and her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. "God Dan, that turned me on," she said hurriedly. Grabbing at the tree, she bent over and stuck her ass at him, allowing her tits to hang front of her like big fleshy pendulums. "Fuck me, now." She said. Unleashing his throbbing erection, Dan stepped quickly behind her and entered her as his shorts fell to his ankles. Suddenly, two young men appeared from the direction of the water, walking towards them. But neither Dan nor Brenda cared. Dan entered her hot wet folds and thrust forwards as Brenda moaned and pushed backwards, swallowing his cock with her tight, hot pussy. It was going to be a great night Dan thought, slamming his cock into his naked friend. She had no clothes at all with her, and he speculated he would fuck her many more times that night before it was said and done. Tattoo None of Jill’s past lovers had worshipped her body as this young girl was doing. Jill’s husband often told her how beautiful she was, but the poetry in Katy’s combined words and actions far surpassed that. Katy moved between Jill’s legs. Jill raised her knees further then pushed them wide to give Katy the best access possible. Katy knelt between the slim legs and lightly petted Jill’s pubes with her fingers. “I never thought that girls were pretty between their legs. That’s one reason I got the tattoo, so my boyfriends wouldn’t be repulsed looking at me. I was wrong. You are so scrumptious. Your red curls, your creamy skin, and now when you’re wet, the glistening pinks and reds all on display like a morning sunrise. How could I not think that this is beautiful?” With that Katy stretched out and began lightly running her tongue through the soft folds. Jill knew that this time would not be so fast. As she reveled in the feathery licks, Katy’s hands moved up to Jill’s breasts and began a slow circular massage that reinforced what was happening below. Jill felt the soft wetness move from her clitoris down through her furrow to the sensitive skin just below and then back up. Jill began to raise and lower her hips in time with the circuit, up to the clitoris, down to the bottom. She began to pant. Finally, she could not stand it. “Suck me! Use that wonderful tongue! Now! I’ve got to have it!” Jill grabbed Katy’s head with both hands and pulled her up to her clitoris. She wrapped her legs over Katy’s back so that she couldn’t escape. That wonderful feeling built rapidly as Katy fluttered her tongue at the right spot. “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! KATY LOVER KATY LOVER! OH MY LORD! NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Jill collapsed completely. Jill woke up with a cotton mouth and a queasy stomach. “The cold, gray light of day,” was a phrase that popped into her head. “Too much to drink last night,” she thought. Then she remembered the rest of the night. Looking down she saw her nude body and beside her sprawled out Katy’s nude body. Jill didn’t know how she felt about last night and she wasn’t sure about what should happen today. “Oh well, a shower will make me feel better and perhaps clear my head.” Coming out of the bathroom, she found Katy sitting on the side of the bed. “Hi, Jill!” Katy’s eyes looked like a pet seeing dinner coming, happy and hungry at the same time. Jill needed to get some space. “I’ve got to get some food in my stomach. Why don’t you shower and I’ll meet you down in the café.” “Sure, that’ll be great,” Katy replied. Jill’s short hair didn’t take much blow-drying. A swipe of lipstick and a casual pair of slacks and blouse got Jill out of the room before Katy returned from the shower. In the café Jill found the four guys from her organization. They pulled up another table so that she and Katy would have a place to sit. “Damn, you guys are supposed to watch over this little Southern girl and not let her drink too much.” Jill related the amount she had consumed both at the banquet and the bottles back at the room. Of course, she didn’t relate the other events of consequence. A little bit of teasing and ribbing went around the table. About this time Katy showed up. “Hey, we hear you really went wild last night,” Hal greeted her. Katy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “I was telling them about the extra wine we had after the banquet,” Jill interjected before Katy could say anything to give the other activities away. After ordering breakfast the discussion turned to what to do today. “We’re going to Ft. McWhirry,” said Hal. “You and Katy are welcome to come along.” “What’s that,” asked Jill. “It’s a park now,” he replied “but it was the original settlement in this area and they’ve got a good exhibit about the Indian wars in the area and some replica cabins and farming tools.” Jill spoke up. “I don’t think I’m up for a view of White Man’s history,” she said. “Me, neither,” echoed Katy. Jill looked over at her sharply. She hoped that Katy didn’t envision them spending the day in bed. She still needed to sort out her feelings. “Jill, why don’t we go to the zoo,” Katy suggested brightly. “Damn, I was thinking about dying and Youth here wants to go on a nature hike.” The table burst out laughing while Jill pondered for a few seconds. She wanted some space between Katy and her and yet she couldn’t crush the young woman for her honest emotions. “Sure, that sounds like fun,” she said with as much enthusiasm as she could find. Jill didn’t hurry getting ready. She drank two bottles of water from the room bar and was finally ready to go about 1 o’clock. The afternoon turned out to be delightful. Katy had lost the hungry pet look. The zoo was one of the best in the country. They ended up taking a polar habitat tour that explained what the animals did to survive in such a forbidding climate. They also got a tip from a married couple on the tour about several places to eat that night. They finished at the zoo about 5:30 and decided to go straight to dinner since neither one of them had had anything to eat since breakfast. Jill decided on the French restaurant that had been recommended by the couple. It would be a little expensive, but, hey, in her position she could sign her own expense account. Katy was a delightful dinner companion. They talked about growing up and what was wrong in the world; about their parents and the latest books that they had read. Again, they had a bottle of wine plus an aperitif before dinner and spiked coffee afterwards. The waiter didn’t hurry them and about 9 o’clock they got the restaurant to call them a cab back to the hotel. Maybe it was the alcohol; maybe it was carelessness. When Jill started to step into the taxi, she didn’t get her foot firmly on the doorjamb. It slipped off. Her heel caught on the curb and Jill felt a sharp pain as her ankle twisted. She fell against the cab. “Damn!” Katy was behind her and grabbed her arm. “Are you alright?” “I think I just twisted my ankle. Please help me get into the cab.” As the cab took them back to the hotel the pain got worse. Jill had to lean on Katy to get across the lobby and up the elevator to the room. Once in the room Katy helped Jill to the bed. She propped a pillow behind her and doubled up one to put under the twisted ankle. Then she got a bucket of ice and put some inside a hand towel as a makeshift ice pack. Jill watched TV while the pain seemed to subside. Katy took a quick shower and came out in the same tee shirt that she had worn last night. A brief flash of the side of her breasts reminded Jill of those gorgeous mounds that she had loved last night. After about 45 minutes Jill began to get undressed to take her shower. Katy had taken off Jill’s shoes as soon as she got Jill on the bed. Jill took off her blouse and unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. When she tried to stand a sharp pain sliced up her leg. “Oww!” Katy heard her cry and turned to see Jill sit back down heavily. She immediately rushed to her. “Look, you won’t be able to take a shower tonight. Let me run you a bath and I’ll help you get in.” Jill was still unsure about her feelings of last night, but there didn’t seem to be any alternative. “Sure, hot, please. I’d like to soak a little.” In about five minutes Katy returned. “All ready Madame. Can I assist Madame in getting out of these clothes?” Katy was teasing but this also reminded Jill of the dance last night that had started everything. Jill lay back and while Katy slid off her slacks and then panties, Jill herself unhooked her bra. Katy then helped her to her feet and supported her into the bathroom. Very carefully, Jill sat on the side of the tub and let Katy help her slide down into the water. About ten minutes later Katy bustled back into the bath. “You’re going to be a prune if you don’t get out. Let me see your ankle.” Jill raised it and Katy gently inspected it. Jill could see that it was swollen but it didn’t hurt as much as earlier. The inspection opened up Jill’s legs and suddenly Jill was confronted with feelings that she had been avoiding all day. She turned the events of the last twenty-four hours over in her mind. “It’s going to be tender but I think that by the morning you’ll be able to get around.” Katy looked up and saw that Jill wasn’t paying attention. “Hey, you! Listen to me.” Katy splashed Jill in the face with some bath water. Jill snapped out of her memories. “So that’s the way you want it.” Jill grinned. She splashed some water at Katy but got more than she planned and the front of Katy’s tee shirt was soaked. Katy was startled but then burst out laughing. “I won’t be able to wear this tonight.” She stood up and pulled the tee off and hung it over the shower bar above Jill’s head. While she was doing this Jill again got a very up-close-and-personal look at Katy’s ‘black cat.’ Katy glanced down and noticed where Jill was looking. She knelt beside the tub. “I still love my husband. When we get back home I won’t continue this. But you’ve been such an inspiration to me. I want to thank you again tonight.” Jill saw the longing in Katy’s eyes. She also remembered the tremendous orgasms she’d had under Katy’s ministrations. She pulled Katy to her in a kiss. Katy broke the kiss after their tongues touched briefly. “Let me wash you,” she said. Katy helped Jill to an upright sitting position. She let the water out until it was just covering Jill’s thighs. Then, soaping her hands, she began washing Jill’s neck and shoulders in a massage-like fashion. As Katy continued down her back, Jill felt the tension from her conflicting emotions wash away also. Jill lay back as Katy moved to wash her chest. Katy was just trying to be gentle, not erotic, but the whole situation was exciting Jill. As Katy lifted each leg to wash, Jill remembered Katy’s tongue between her legs last night. The submissive aspect of Katy’s actions added to the flame that was growing between Jill’s thighs. Katy helped Jill to sit on the edge of the tub and began drying her. The fluffy towel soaked up most of the water but Katy would stop occasionally and lick a few drops of water from Jill’s skin. Jill was beginning to feel like a queen in an erotic drama. Katy helped Jill limp back out to her bed. “Lie on your stomach,” Katy commanded. Jill felt Katy kneel over her hips and then lean forward. As Katy started kissing her neck and shoulders Jill felt nipples grazing her back. Hands caressed her back and the sides of her breasts. The kisses and nipples moved slowly downward. When the kisses got to her hips, she felt a hand smoothing the skin between her thighs. “Lift your hips so I can reach under,” Katy whispered. Jill lifted her hips and spread her legs further apart. At the same time a pillow was thrust under her tummy, keeping her ass elevated. The kisses resumed on Jill’s ass cheeks as fingers played with her cunt. Suddenly a tongue started a trip downward from the top of her ass crack towards her pussy. The tongue just swirled around her hole before reversing course and ascending back through her crack. The tongue briefly stopped to tease her brownie. “OOOH! So GOOD!” Jill couldn’t believe her response to this. She had always steered her husband away from anal sex, believing that it would hurt and that it was nasty. This sensation was terrific. The tongue continued its trip back up. “Like to play back there? Want all your holes filled?” The tongue attacked Jill’s brownie again, pushing inside a little way. Jill closed her eyes and just let the sensations wash over her. The tongue began to plunge in and out, like a little cock. Two fingers dived inside her cunt while another finger rubbed her clit. Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, a hand slid under to cup a breast and pinch her nipple. Jill felt like her body was one big nerve. All the tactile sensations were overwhelming her brain. Bolts of energy shot from her ass to her cunt to her breasts to her head and back around. She didn’t want this to ever end. She felt herself climbing toward her peak. She thought of waves lifting her up, letting her back down, lifting her higher again. Finally, the crest broke. Jill felt her body vibrating, incoherent noises coming from her throat. It went on for a long time then soft velvet wrapped around her consciousness. “Did you like that?” Katy was rubbing her neck and smiling at her. “Where do you come up with these ideas? I had no idea it could be like that.” “I told you, you inspire me. I’ve never tried … that thing with my tongue before. But you’re so beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful. When I accidentally touched you there and you liked it … well, I want to make you happy.” “Happy is an understatement. I must have been delirious for a while and then passed out.” Jill rolled to her side facing Katy. A pair of very hard nipples was staring at her. “I think you need someone to make you happy now.” Jill could taste herself as she kissed Katy. Breaking the kiss she licked around Katy’s lips and cheeks like a mother cat cleaning a kitten. Backing away slightly, her eyes swept down Katy’s form. “I just want to look at you for a while.” Jill propped herself up on an elbow. She used her other hand to trace Katy’s curves and softness. Starting from her hair down over her shoulders, briefly teasing her breasts then on down to the womanly curve of her hips. “Your figure is exquisite. I’ve always been slim. I’ve never had the shape that you have, that cries out here is a beautiful woman, that entices everyone to touch the grace and softness.” She pushed herself further upward to be able to reach better. Her hand continued down the outside of Katy’s leg then behind her knee to her calf. “You must work out. But yet you still have the softness that is the essence of a woman. Katy, you are just absolutely remarkable.” Reversing course, Jill’s hand traveled slowly up between Katy’s thighs. They seemed to part of their own volition as Katy rolled to her back. Her movements implored Jill to give her the satisfaction that she needed. It delighted Jill to tease her protégé. The fingers trailed briefly through the pussy hair and then continued further upward again teasing her breasts before tracing the outline of Katy’s lips. Katy grasped the hand and then sucked the fingers into her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against them in imitation of what she wanted done down below. Jill leaned down and kissed her. Licking and kissing the side of her neck, Jill descended until she could capture one of those delightful nipples in her mouth. Tonight, though, Jill was the impatient one. She felt an urgency to explore all the erotic pathways that Katy had to offer. After only a few delicious sucks at her breasts, Jill continued to lick downward. She paused briefly at the bellybutton. Katy truly had a pretty one. Jill used her tongue to penetrate and withdraw quickly several times. Katy giggled. The downward journey began again. Finally arriving at her destination, Jill ran her tongue through the soft hair making random patterns across the delta. She moved between Katy’s legs, caressing the thighs briefly. She stopped to gaze between Katy’s legs. “You’re right. Your pussy is beautiful. Soft, like an exquisite rose and a fragrance that is intoxicating.” With that Jill began a lingual exploration of the sensuous opening. At first Jill just enjoyed the sensations that she was getting, giving no thought to the feelings of the young woman writhing below her. The taste was almost sweet, the feeling like melted butter dripping off homemade biscuits. She slowly explored the entrance to Katy’s cunt, the delicate lips and the bump of the clitoris. Trying to memorize each curve and pad of flesh. She knew that these tactile pictures would provide many enjoyable remembrances on the nights that her husband was away on business. After a while Jill began to pay attention to her actions and their affects on Katy. Jill began to take long swipes starting at the bottom of the cleft and sweeping up with a final flick at the clit. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Katy punctuated each flick with an exclamation. Jill moved up and began a slow circle of the clitoris. At the same time she inserted two fingers inside and began slowly pumping Katy. This went on for several minutes. Then she had an idea. If Katy had been looking she would have seen a wicked gleam in Jill’s eye. She added her thumb to the two fingers. After several strokes she removed the thumb and slid it downward. On the smooth skin below she rubbed the thumb lightly back and forth. “Gnnnngh! Ooooh! So good!” Katy was babbling almost continuously now. Jill increased the speed of her tongue flicks at the clit. Simultaneously, she pushed her thumb downward and into Katy’s ass. “GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD! JILL! JILL! JILL! JILL! JILL! EEEEIIIIIEEE!” Jill felt rapid contractions around her fingers and thumb as Katy bucked upward in frenzy. Briefly, Jill worried about biting Katy, so strong and rapid had been the convulsions. Katy continued, “OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD! EEEEEeeeeeiiiiii!” The cries faded out as Katy ran out of air. Jill crawled up the bed and took the young woman in her arms. Katy snuggled up to her as they fell asleep. Jill woke the next morning clear-headed with a soft, warm body in her arms. She momentarily thought about waking Katy for one last romp. She could tell that she was sore though and Hank would be ready for a romp when she got home. “Oh, Jill the last two nights were WONderful,” Katy exclaimed as she woke also. “I hope that you won’t avoid me when we get back. Maybe we could have lunch sometimes?” “Katy, I love what we’ve shared for the last two days. I don’t want it to be a steady thing but I could never look at you again without fondness. I’ll probably be calling you for lunch more often than you’ll want to see me.” The two women lay there briefly, Katy’s head on Jill’s chest. “Why don’t we shower together,” Jill suggested. Seeing Katy’s eyes brighten Jill quickly appended, “I’m a little tender and Hank will be waiting at home, but I’d like to share this with you, just enjoying your company.” The shower was more sensual than erotic. Jill enjoyed Katy’s fingers again when the young woman washed Jill’s hair. Jill returned the favor, enjoying the feel of the suds slipping through Katy’s gorgeous mane. No washcloths were used as the two lathered each other’s skin and then rinsed each bubble away. Finally, they finished by drying off with soft towel caresses. They both wanted to draw the close feelings out. Neither got dressed immediately. They both continued to steal glances at the body of the other, sometimes including a caress as they passed while packing and applying make-up. Finally dressed and packed, they looked at each other, moving together into a hug. “Jill, I just had to thank you for all that you showed me and inspired me to do.” Katy pecked Jill on the lips, not wanting to smear her lipstick. Jill looked into the young woman’s eyes as she smoothed a curl over Katy’s ear. “Katy, I wouldn’t have changed a minute in the last 48 hours. You inspired me to let out a part of my personality that I never knew existed. Thank you so much.” Jill gave Katy another hug and then looked at her again. “But next time you want to thank someone, maybe you should bake a pie.” They both laughed. “I thought that’s what I did,” said Katy. “Didn’t you like my spiced pussy pie?” “Delicious,” Jill replied as they both chuckled. When they stepped off the elevator, the rest of the group had already gathered for the airport van. Hal was eating something. “What have you got,” asked Jill. “They have a quiche out on the breakfast bar,” he replied. “You should get some. It’s a really great pie … What’s so funny?” Tattoo As the faint buzz fills the room, a growl of pain begins. Light at first, but steadily growing. Sliding my hand along your breast ever so carefully, making sure I don't miss a spot. My fingers caressing so softly, yet with a firm touch. As the machine nears your nipple you growl more intensely, as if the pain is more than you can stand. I smile devilishly and pinch your nipple ever so slightly. Surprisingly your screams of pain take a familiar turn to pleasure. I glance up wondering if I will be caught. I see your eyes are closed tightly, and a slight smile on your lips. Your screams have changed to moans of ecstasy. The buzzing stops as your moans continue. Slowly and softly with my other hand, I trace down your breastbone to your waist. While rolling your nipple between my thumb and finger and caressing your breast at the same time. Slowly drawing my hand along your stomach feeling the muscles quiver while your moans deepen as if to say "Please." I undo the button your pants carefully watching, waiting for you to say "No." As the sound of your zipper fills the room, the slight smile on your face grows larger. I lean close licking your nipple, flicking it ever so gently. My hand exploring, feeling, and caressing any exposed skin it can find. My hand slipping inside your pants, feeling the soft fabric of your thong, feeling the thick edges of the seams and the smooth, soft skin it lays on. Every so slowly pushing it to the side, as my other hand rubs and caresses your breast and nipple. As my anticipation builds, wondering when or, if you will stop me... I feel your hips rise. Pausing slightly, I realize your not stopping me at all, but pulling your jeans down a little. My hand glides past your jeans with ease, exploring the skin, embracing all I can feel. As your hips fall back to the chair my fingers glide over your clit, quick and soft. My fingers concentrate on your clit... small circles, then a light pinch. I can feel your juices as your orgasm begins to build up. My fingers slide down indulging in your warmth as they gently slide in to you easily. You scream as your juices heated by passion in gulf my fingers. Your pussy is more then willing to swallow every inch of my fingers as your hips begin grinding into my hand, as if refusing to give it up with out your satisfaction. As you feel the pressure build I can see in your face that it won't be much more now. With my fingers inside you I suck on your nipple while pinching the other one. Your screams of lustful pleasure fill the room as your orgasm comes. Your juices cover my fingers and hand as it gushes out of you filling the room with the sweet musky sent of sexual pleasure. Your orgasm leaves your muscles shivering uncontrollably as my fingers thrust ever so slightly, begging for your final drop. As it falls, I slowly pull my fingers out and slightly up to your clit, lightly rubbing it. Then slowly pulling my hand away completely. Smiling as I watch you hips buck, as if searching for my fingers once again, gliding my finger tips up your stomach, between your breasts. Finding my tongue, the taste so sweet. I watch your eyes open as the look of ecstasy passes. Hoping that this won't be the end I watch your eyes carefully looking for any glimpse of regret. Instead however I notice you eyeing to bulge that has appeared in my jeans. Feeling the caress of your hand starting at your breast and running up my arm to my shoulder, gliding your nails down my side with just enough pressure to excite me even more. Once your fingertips reach my waist they trace the top of my belt to the buckle as I look at you with questioning eyes. Your hand quickly flips my buckle and the button on my pants before I can even blink. As I pull my hand away from your breast you sit up spinning in the chair to face me. Both your hands working quickly at my zipper, while your eyes intensely stare at where my erect cock will spring from. With my cock standing full and hard it's only a matter of seconds before your hands and mouth are all over it. Your hands sliding up and down as I pump my cock into your face, fucking your mouth. My hands finding the sides of your head, grabbing your hair on each side pulling your head onto my throbbing cock even farther with ever thrust. I can feel my lust growing deep within as my cock is sliding down your throat in long, slow rhythm. Once the heat begins to grow in my balls, you know my seed is coming. Quickly you pull your head back sticking your tongue out bagging for me to cum on your tongue and in your mouth. As I feel the explosion of cum escape the head of my cock I see it hit firmly on your cheek. Your hands keep pumping as the rest of my cum falls to your tongue and down you throat. Once the final drop has hit your tongue your mouth is again on my cock sucking it dry. I can feel your tongue whirling around the head of my dick lusting after every drop of my cum it can find. Once your thirst is quenched you sit back and begin buttoning your pants, and layback to relax. A pleasant smile on your face your eyes closed. I button my pants and sit back down looking at the tattoo I still need to finish. You open your eyes and look at me once more; the look on your face is almost disbelief. "Did that really happen?" I ask myself, as if to prove it once more I bring my fingers to my mouth. As I taste the sweet nectar once again I know it did. Tattoo This story continues the adventures of Becky and Amy that I began in my "Sister's Best Friend" series. * * * * * The fiery red convertible screeched to a halt in the driveway. Amy blasted the horn twice. A few seconds later the door to the house opened and Becky bounced out of the house and down the sidewalk. Becky tossed her purse and bag into the open back seat and sat down in the front next to Amy. "So how are things?" Becky asked. "I haven't been this tired in ages," Amy said. "Johnny isn't letting me get any rest -- none whatsoever." Amy backed the car down the driveway and pulled onto the quiet residential street. The summer sun gave everything a bright warm glow -- especially the tanned and toned bodies in the car. "Don't even try to make me think you're complaining about this," Becky laughed and wagged a finger at Amy. "Not at all. This last week has been one rush after another." "That's what I thought," Becky said. "I don't want you hogging him all to yourself though, remember I'm the one that broke the ice." "How could I forget," Amy said, "maybe you could take him off my hands a little later?" Becky nodded her head in approval with a wicked grin spanning her cute face. "So did ya have anything in mind for today?" Amy asked. "I think I'm finally ready," Becky said. "Ready?" Amy lifted her sunglasses and looked at Becky with raised eyebrows. "Ready? You sure?" "Oh, I'm sure," Becky said. "Good!" Amy said, "I know where to take you." Amy laughed and flashed Becky a mischievous grin. "Should I be worried?" Becky said. "Not at all." "I need to stop at the ATM and get some cash if I'm gonna do this." "You don't need any cash where we're going," Amy said. "So what made you finally change your mind?" Amy asked. "I just think after this last week I could use one. You know -- I've been such a busy little bee." Becky and Amy both laughed. "Plus, nobody's got anything on you now," Amy said. "Not that they ever did," Becky replied. Amy drove leaving their quiet suburban residential area behind. In what seemed like forever, but was only fifteen minutes, Amy pulled up in front of a squat brick building. They were in an adjoining town Becky was mostly unfamiliar with. Becky looked up and down the street. There were a few people walking around. Some came and left the three or four bars she could see. A young kid walked along a set of railroad tracks covered with rust and knee-high plants and weeds. Nothing had been through on those tracks in years. The building they stopped in front of was a three-story brick building. The carved stone set in the facacde read "1910." Similar structures lined both sides of the street, some in better condition than others. The only thing that distinguished this building from its neighbor was the black soot from a long extinguished fire and the scars left by long-gone floor joists and a roof. Becky looked at the grimy dirt covered storefront window with the word "TATTOO" painted in bright red lined in gold. Becky never imagined that her first tattoo would be done in a place like this. She pictured the freshly painted and brightly lit shop in the strip mall down the road from her house. That place was run by good looking guys in their early 30s and it sat between a juice shop and dog grooming parlor. It was as non-threatening as a tattoo parlor could get. This wasn't what she expected. "I hope you have money because I don't have any," Becky said. "Nope. Maybe a buck or two but not that much." Becky noticed a hand lettered cardboard sign in the window that read: cash only. "How do you expect me to pay for this?" Becky said. "You'll figure something out," Amy said. She smacked Becky's ass as she opened the ancient glass and wood framed door to the shop. Becky yelped as she entered the tattoo parlor. The store was brightly lit by overhead fluorescent lights. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with photos and drawings of tattoos. The paneling on one corner near the front of the store was bowed and discolored from years of a steady water leak into the store. Amy and Becky both looked at the tattoos covering the walls. Some were simple rose designs while others were intricate works with varying degrees of shading and coloring. Becky was glad to see that the place seemed clean enough. The only other person in the place was a large heavy-set man seated behind the glass topped counter, that displayed even more tattoos -- Becky supposed these were the ones the owner was most proud of. He had a thick black beard that reached down to the swell of his rather large and pronounced gut. What hair he had left was pulled back into a ponytail that hung well past his shoulders. Becky looked up and down his arms. She couldn't detect one inch of bare skin down to his wrists. Both arms were entirely covered with ink. Some of the tattoos were crisp and the colors vibrant and new while others had faded and the ink lines long gone blurry. Becky wandered if any of those tattoos were earned during prison stays. The guy tossed the girly magazine he was looking at onto a milk crate full of similar magazines behind the counter. "Can I help you girls?" he said. His voice was just as gruff and coarse as his exterior. "I don't know about this, Amy," Becky whispered. "Maybe we should go." "You'll be fine," Amy said. She gave Becky a light shove towards the counter. "Yeah," Becky said stepping forward. "I'd like to get a tattoo." "Do you have anything in mind?" the tattooed guy said. "You can look at the walls and let me know." "No, I know what I want," Becky said. "Show him yours, Amy." Amy sat her purse on the countertop and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her shorts. She wiggled her hips suggestively as she inched her shorts down lower and lower. The guy behind the counter licked his lips and moved as close to the countertop as his sizable gut would allow. He placed his hands on the other side of the counter and leaned in for a closer look. Amy pushed her shorts down a little bit further; a wicked grin teased the man behind the counter. "That's what I want," Becky said. She ran her finger over Amy's tattoo like she was stroking something delicate and precious. The tattooed guy stroked his beard and snorted. "That's it?" he asked derisively. "Yeah," Becky said. "You think you can do it?" The guy flashed an irritated glance as Becky's last question hit close to his profession and questioned his abilities as an artist. "Shit, I could do something better," he said. "Nope, that'll do," Becky said. "Let's do this then," the tattooed guy said. "By the way you can call me Red." He motioned for both girls to follow him to the back of the shop and a curtained off room. "I'm Becky, and this is my friend Amy." Red didn't seem to pay the girls any attention. "So is Red your nickname?" Becky asked. "Yeah," Red grunted. "You don't really want to know how I got it," Red said, his laugh sounded like pouring gravel. In the room Becky laid down on a paper covered padded table as the guy pulled on rubber gloves and began to pour the different colored inks into little containers. "Push those shorts down girly," Red said after a few minutes. Becky obeyed and pushed her shorts and panties down until the place where she wanted the tattoo was exposed. Red quickly sketched a bee low on her pelvis with a marker. "Don't forget the beeline," Becky said. She traced a line with the tip of her finger in tiny circles that led to the waistband of her shorts. "You see the beeline makes a path right to here," Becky said. She ran her finger into the crease of her pussy, letting it linger longer over her clit. Becky moaned lightly for effect and when he turned to look at her she bit her lower lip for a tease. Becky felt a twinge of excitement rush through her. The motor on the tattoo gun hummed to life. Red dipped the needles in black ink for the outline. "You might feel a little stinging and some pain," he said to Becky. "A little like a bee sting," Amy chimed in. "That's right," he said. His brow creased as he concentrated at the task at hand. Becky could feel his latex covered hands on her body and she could hear the humming of the tattoo gun. She was prepared for the bite and sting of the needle but much to her surprise the sensation felt like an annoying scraping with an occasional pinch. Before long the humming of the tattoo gun ceased and she heard the squeaky wheels on the stool Red was sitting on roll away. "Take a look," he said. He squirted some water over the fresh tattoo and wiped away the excess ink and a little blood that had welled up to the surface. "That's very cool," Becky said as she leaned up far enough to see her new body art. "You're almost one of us," Amy said with a naughty smirk to Becky. The heavy-set tattooed guy finished cleaning up his area. Once he closed the drawers to his one cabinet you could never tell that he'd just finished working. "Ah, let's call that $35 and we'll be even," Red said. He shrugged his massive shoulders as if saying: 'what's a few bucks among friends.' He stood up to go out to the front of the store. "Umm ... yeah," Becky said. "I don't have any money on me at all." The guy stopped dead in his tracks and spun around. His face began to glow with anger. Becky recoiled in fear at his sudden change in demeanor. "What the fuck do you mean you don't have any money?" "I thought we could ... you know ... work something out," Becky said. "Your little cunt friend here'd better have some money on her. I don't run a charity shop here," he said motioning to Amy, who had since backed towards the wall. When Amy had told Becky she didn't need any money she figured there would be some sort of bargaining involved. After all Becky knew the story about how Amy and two of her friends had "earned" their little bee tattoos -- the same one Becky now sported in the identical spot as Amy. Of course Amy's experience had been completely different than the one facing Becky now. Amy had been drunk and with two of her friends. Her friend, Tiffany promised her boyfriend that if he opened his tattoo shop just for them they'd make it worth his while. When all three of them arrived Tiffany's boyfriend and two of his best artists were waiting for them. Two hours later all three of them staggered into the pre-dawn morning with new body art, freshly fucked and glistening with juices. Not one of them had spent a dime and the three guys in the shop didn't feel cheated in any way. "There's no need to be nasty," Becky said. "I bet you don't get much fresh pussy in here," Becky said, suddenly feeling very bold. Any fear she'd felt melted away, even this gruff man now menacing her couldn't stop her from getting excited. She now understood even better why Amy said she didn't need money. Money couldn't pay for this tattoo for her to truly earn it. "We do alright in here," Red said. Becky slid herself off the table; her shorts still pushed down. She walked over and ran her hand along the guy's pronounced stomach -- despite its size it felt like solid muscle beneath the thick layer of fat. "I bet you're in no position to turn any down," Becky said. She grabbed his hand and led it towards her pussy. He didn't bite. Instead he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Becky off balance and into him. "Do you really want to play this little game bitch?" "Yeah." Becky's eyes twinkled with anticipation. Becky felt like she was suddenly being enveloped by a thick, heavy mass of flesh. The guy pulled her tighter against his body. Becky tried to pull away as she felt his wiry beard brush her cheek and his tongue twisted itself like a worm into her ear. "Not so keen on this little game? Are ya?" he hissed into her ear. He pushed Becky flat against the table on her stomach. Red yanked the shorts off her long tanned legs and tossed them at Amy standing by the closed curtain to the room. The wheels on the stool creaked as Red pushed it out of the way. Becky could feel his rough, calloused hands over the silky skin of her hips and bottom. This was more than Becky bargained for as he spread her thighs even further apart. She could feel her juices welling up in her pussy; she imagined how her shaved snatch glistened beneath the harsh fluorescent lighting "This is nice," Red said as he licked his lips. Becky felt Red's hands slide further along her waist to her ribcage. Before she knew it Red's rough hands pushed her top and bra up exposing her tits. Becky winced; the stretch material on the bra wouldn't give anymore and bit into the soft flesh of her back. Red heard her and laughed. "Don't cry little girl. I'll be gentle with you." As he said that Red pinched the hard nubs of her nipples and twisted. An electric jolt of pleasure rippled through Becky. She cried out again -- this time in pleasure. "I knew you'd like it, you little whore," Red said. "Are you just going to talk the whole time or are you going to make me earn this tattoo?" Becky challenged Red. She raised her backside as an invitation. At the front of the store the bell above the door tinkled. "Red you here?" a voice called out. "Where you at?" "Stay out there, Jimmy," Red yelled. Becky heard him unbuckle his black jeans. "What's going on, Red," Jimmy said. He pushed back the curtain to the room to find Red standing behind a half-naked blonde with her ass thrust out for all to see. Another girl stood by the curtain watching the scene in front of her with interest. "I told you to stay the fuck out there, Jimmy." "Maybe I can get in on some of the action." He turned his gaze towards Amy. "This one is just sittin' here as pretty as can be with no one paying no attention to her." "Jimmy leave the lady alone," Red said in a calm, even tone. "Ooohh, gross," Amy squealed. Becky turned her head to see who the new man was. He was as wiry as Red was big. His arms were tattooed but not to the extent that Red's were. He wore a blue work shirt with the words "Winchell's Towing & Service" set above a stylized tow truck. A grease and oil stained white rag hung out of his back pocket. "He can join us," Becky said. "That is if Red doesn't mind?" "That's Jimmy," Red said. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. Becky heard the zipper on Red's jeans and heard them fall to the ground. She could feel the heat coming off of Red's engorged prick as he rubbed the thick mushroom-tip along her slit. Red took his time. Becky felt the smooth length of his shaft rub across her buttocks. Becky jumped a little as she felt a strange hand on her back. She caught a whiff of motor oil and grease and figured it must be Jimmy. "Where'd you find her Red?" Jimmy asked as his hand lingered on her back. "She's paying off a debt," he remarked. Red rubbed his cock along Becky's thighs in her sweet syrup. Jimmy moved to in front of Becky. He whipped his own cock out and thrust it towards Becky's face. Becky reached up and took it into one of her hands. Jimmy groaned as she squeezed his growing shaft and began to jerk him off. Becky was surprised at how clean his skin was despite all the oil, grease and dirt on his hands and clothes. Becky gasped as Red pushed his prick into Becky's wet pussy. There was nothing tender or gentle about this. Red slid his tip past her opening and filled her up with his cock. Becky moaned loudly as she could feel him stretching her, forcing her to accommodate his girth. Becky had no time to marvel at this new feeling. Jimmy thrust his cock at her parted lips. He grinned lecherously at her. "Suck on it baby," he sneered. Becky wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and ran her tongue along the underside of his head. She could taste his salty pre-come flowing into her mouth. She continued to use her hand on him while she slurped up the tip of his dick. Red clamped both his hands onto Becky's hips and began to thrust in and out of her hole. Becky moaned into Jimmy's cock at Red slid all but the tip of his thick prick out of her and plunged it back and forth. Becky's feet left the floor and her body weight was supported entirely by the table as he hammered into her constantly. Becky let go of Jimmy's cock and reached around and grabbed his skinny ass. She raked her nails along his butt urging him further into her mouth. Becky could feel his tip reach the back of her throat. She nearly gagged but quickly regained control. Jimmy groaned loudly as her tongue and mouth continued to work up and down his shaft coating it in her saliva. Becky could hear Red's breathing begin to deepen. She knew it was only a matter of time before both men came. Jimmy began to fuck Becky's face with a new sense of urgency. His strokes were short and erratic as his orgasm formed. She could feel his balls tighten and draw up close to his body. She tried to coax them back down with her hand. Red's long hammering strokes were now gone. They were replaced by short, rapid strokes. His breathing sounded more labored. Becky could feel his fingers dig into her hips deeper, almost to the point of hurting. Becky's face was by now covered in her own saliva. Jimmy's hand had crept around to the back of her head. He grabbed a handful of her hair. With a grunt and one final thrust Becky felt his cock twitch along her lips and continue up the length of his cock. In that split second it took the back of Becky's throat was covered in Jimmy's come. Becky swallowed fast and hard as his prick continued to pour hot semen down her throat. Red grunted and groaned even louder. Becky could feel tiny droplets of sweat falling from Red's forehead and landing on her back. Becky wondered how much longer he could possibly hold out with all the noises he was making. Before she could complete that thought Red pulled his cock out of her. He moaned and she could feel his first spurt of jizz land somewhere on her back. Another spurt landed in the small of her back and she could feel Red's final few ejaculations splash down on the globes of her ass. Jimmy let go of Becky's hair and reached for the table to steady himself. The exertion of his orgasm caused his knees to go weak. His already softening prick slid out of Becky's mouth trailing some come along with it that landed on her chin. Becky looked back over her shoulder to Red. His face was covered in sweat, strands of his hair were plastered to his beet-red face. He rubbed his penis in the remainders of his orgasm spreading it over her bottom. "I guess we're even now," Red said with a large, contented sigh. "Hell, even ol' Jimmy got some free stuff thrown his way." Red handed Becky some wet towels as he buckled his pants. "I really like the work you've done," she said, admiring the brand new tattoo on her hip. Jimmy looked down at his watch. "Thanks a million," Jimmy said to Becky. "I gotta get running though, I'm ten minutes late already." He hurried out of the back and the jingling bell from the front of the store said he was gone. Becky looked at Amy as she pulled on her shorts. The look on her face asked if there was anything else that needed done. Amy smiled and picked up her purse. Red looked back at the now fully clothed Becky and laughed. "What's so funny?" Becky asked. Red scratched at his stomach. "I guess you really earned that tattoo, didn't you." "Yeah, I guess ... what do you mean?" Becky said. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "How did you know?" Amy doubled over with laughter, tears began to run from her eyes. "Tiffany says 'hi,'" she said to Red. Red laughed again. "Tell her the same and tell her slacker boyfriend to get his ass over here. I owe him some ink." Becky looked at them both -- more than a little annoyed. "I should've known you would've set this up. That's what you seem to be good at lately." Now it was Becky's turn to laugh. Tattoo Amy went over and gave Red a big hug. "You're such a big teddy bear for doing this for me." "It was all my pleasure," Red said hugging Amy back. "So, you know each other?" Becky said. "Remember the story I told you about my tattoo?" "Yeah," Becky said. "Well Red here was one of Tiffany's boyfriend's friends." "You both really had me going. I thought you were going to kill us when I said we didn't have any money," Becky said. "I did some acting in high school," Red smirked. "By the way Jimmy wasn't in on this, he just got lucky today." All of them laughed again. Becky and Amy talked to Red for a few more minutes. After they said their goodbyes Becky got into Amy's convertible and they tore off down the street. "So what do you want to do now?" Amy said. The wind whipped her hair around her head. "I think Johnny would like to see our matching tats, don't you?" Becky brushed a strand away from her face. "I think he would," Amy said with a grin and a naughty gleam in her eye. Tattoo The morning was warm and muggy, uncomfortably so and as I stood at the bus stop I could feel my shirt beginning to stick to my skin. Hoping to pick up a breeze I stepped away from the glass and steel bus stop shelter and moved into the shade of a tree. Seeing the tender, light green foliage rustle a bit I then felt a slight cooling sensation pass over me like a faint wave. Once the air slipped past the leaves stilled and I felt the warmth cover me again. Fortunately I could see my bus approaching from down the block and I moved into the line behind two others waiting ahead of me. The three of us stood silently staring at the bus as it squeaked to a stop and opened its doors. The initial rush of air that splashed over us was hot, smelling of oil and burning rubber, but as several people moved out of the bus, wisps of the air conditioning inside trickled around me encouraging me to shuffle quickly onto the bus. Closely following the two people in front of me I climbed up the steps and waded into the crowded aisle. The people ahead of me quickly found seats and settled in, leaving me standing with no other seats available. I shuffled further back into the bus until I felt a cool breeze on my face. Spotting one of the cooling vents I moved to where I could feel a rush of air over me. Reaching up to grab one of the overhead safety rails I let the air conditioned air flow into the loose sleeve of my tee shirt as I felt the bus lurch forward. I braced my feet as the bus dove into the traffic. Once I got situated in the cool air and braced against the stop and go movements of the bus I began looking around at the surroundings, first at the advertisements that seemed plastered over every open square inch of surface, then at the intriguing artwork and comments that defaced and in a few instances enhanced the advertising. Only after a few minutes of absorbing the ads and art did I begin to carefully glance at some of the other passengers. Careful not to catch anyone's eye, I slowly scanned the diverse and very motley group of bus riders. While I had ridden the bus the same time probably twenty times in the last month it took some time before I finally recognized someone, a chubby... no a fat Hispanic woman holding a very dainty, elegant purse. Careful not to let her see me staring I noted the great care she seemed to have taken in her makeup, clothing and accessories and yet her hair was a disheveled mess. The term "bad hair day" came to mind except that I remembered that she seemed to look that way every day, perfectly made up and dressed with a shocking disheveled mop of a hairdo. Seeing her head turn in my general direction I quickly looked away and spotted another passenger I had seen before. Though we'd only shared the bus perhaps three times that I can remember, this guy was not one I'd forget. He was huge, completely taking up a seat originally designed for two passengers. In spite of the comfortably cool temperature on the bus, sweat streamed down his shaved head, and his shirt was mottled with large, dark and wet stains. His arms were muscular, perhaps the size if my thighs and his hands, now resting on his knees, were huge. Wanting to avoid him noticing me I quickly looked away toward the front of the bus. It was only then that I saw it, amid the all the backs of heads, the necks, the assorted shirt collars, odd hair styles and shoulders, muscular, fat, hidden, sensuous and just plain odd shoulders I saw it. Barely noticeable at first, as I looked closer at the woman's shoulder I could see it peeking out at the edge of her sleeveless blouse. Partially covered by a white bra strap I first noticed the color, a blue... no, many blues in subtle, various shades ranging from a faint sky blue to a deep turquoise. It was a wave, similar to one I had seen in a painting, a Japanese painting which had a huge wave and in the distant background Mt. Fuji. It seemed as if I was looking at the wave from that painting in miniature on this woman's shoulder. The bus pulled to a stop and several people got up to get off. I worked my way forward and happily noticed that she was not getting off the bus at that stop. Moving closer to the front of the bus I was unable to grab a seat because several people got on and quickly grabbed the open seats. I did notice a couple of seats open way at the back of the bus, but I liked the view I had standing. By now I had moved much closer to the woman with the tattoo, so close that I could reach out and touch it if I dared. I guess the bus started moving, but I was now oblivious to everything around me, focused only on the woman's tattoo. Well, not only on the woman's tattoo, I'd peek at the bra strap, notice how it firmly pressed against her skin, and the image infused into that skin. I wondered of her breasts, not noticeable from behind her but obviously there, supported by that bra and the strap that hid part of the beautiful wave. I glanced over at her neck, at the way a few errant strands of hair dangled from the elastic bands holding her hair up curling over the delicate flesh. Returning my gaze to the tattoo, I then noticed she had moved a bit, exposing a bit more of the wave, the deep blue at the base... almost indigo that emphasized the white foam from the splash at the head of the wave. Feeling myself drawn into the image I could almost feel the cold splash of the water as I began to drown in her. "You like the wave?" she suddenly asked me. Feeling dizzy, I shook my head and moved my attention from the tattoo. I looked up and noticed the faintly brown skin of a woman's cheek and then looked into the deep, black eyes of a beautiful Asian woman. Speechless, all I could do was look at her face. "The wave, do you like it?" It was a woman's voice. Realizing she was talking to me I shook my head again and said, "Excuse me?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were looking at the tattoo," the attractive Asian woman said. "Yes, I'm sorry, yes I was looking at it. It is very intricate, such detail." "Thanks, it was tough getting them to do this so small. It's from 'Mt. Fuji from the Offing in Kanagawa, by Hokusai.' It's only a small part of the piece." "I thought I had seen it before, from a painting," I replied. "Not a painting a print, a block print to be exact. Part of Hokusai's 36 Views of Fuji," she replied, smiling as she turned in her seat to look at me better. "You like tattoos?" "I've always been fascinated by them. Not all of them, but the ones that are, ah... artistic I guess." "Do you have any?" "No, I thought about it, but always backed out." "Yeah, that first one is the hardest to do." "You have more?" I asked, very curiously. "Well, I don't know if I know you that well?" "Oh yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Suddenly she turned a bit further and facing me, pulled her blouse a bit to one side, exposing her upper chest and a hint of her bra. There just at the edge of the bra, slightly hidden, was another part of the Hokusai's print, Mt. Fuji. Once again the small tattoo was intricately detailed, that, though partially hidden showed wonderfully distinct variations in coloring. The white capped peak edged itself underneath her bra and when I tilted my head a bit to perhaps see a bit more of it she reached down and pulled off the blouse. Gasping, I quickly glanced around, but strangely we were alone. I hadn't remembered getting off the bus, but we were oddly alone. Before I could think any more about it she stood up and turned her back to me, pulling the bra strap down her shoulder onto her upper arm, giving me a complete and unobstructed view of the wave. I moved closer, looking at the detailed curving white and blue of the breaking wave. "Can you get the clasp?" I heard her say. "Clasp?" "On the bra, so you can get a better view of Mt. Fuji." Forcing my attention from the wave, I moved my hands up to her bra and fumbled with the clasp, finally, after an embarrassingly long time, I unhooked it. She slowly turned to face me, her arms crossed and her hands covering her breasts except for the area with the tattoo. Now I studied the tattoo of Mt. Fuji, the snow capped peak and then the dark blue and faint brown where it was covered by the base of another wave. It was detailed, but not as much as the wave. Only after I had spent several minutes staring at the tattoo did she move her hands, exposing two small, but beautifully formed breasts. The round and gently curve of her skin sloped up to two dark areolas and two erect nipples. Unsure what to do, I gazed at the breasts like I did her tattoo, appreciating the enticing form of her peaks. I longed to reach out and grab them, run my lips and tongue over them, feel the firm nipples rub over my face. At the moment I had built up the courage to reach out and touch her, her hand moved seductively down her side and following the motion I caught the glimpse of something on her hip. Focusing my eyes I could see another tattoo just barely exposed over the top of her shorts. It looked like another wave, this time smaller than the one on her shoulder, one not about to break, but still foaming in its detail, a single peak of water looking slightly similar to the mountain I remember seeing in the background of the art work. Glancing up at her face I watched a smile emerge as she said, "Oops, there's another one. I guess you'd like to see that one too." Feeling my face heat up, I figured it was flush with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as all I could do was nod in response to her question. I stood motionless as she slowly reached her hands to the elastic of her shorts and pulled them down just enough to show the other wave. "Yes, I remember now," I whispered, recognizing the wave from the print. Somehow she had the tattoo artist break the print out into slight glimpses of the entire piece and placed them on her body. Once again, the tattoo was stunning, showing the dark blue contrasted against the white foam of the wave. I found myself so enthralled with the second wave that I never noticed when she pulled off her shorts completely. Only after a few moments of staring did I back up and look at her again, finally noticing that all she had on was some very tiny panties. "I must say you are intense," she sighed, waiting for me to take her in completely. She was very beautiful with a slender body, small breasts and a slight, but still very feminine curve from her waist onto her hips. I glanced at her navel but then noticed another tattoo, this time just peeking out of her panties. It was a light brown, perhaps tan color and curved up to a sharp point. I looked up at her face and saw she had a devilish look in her eyes. Looking down, I watched as she slowly exposed the tattoo of the sleek but fragile looking vessels from the print. The front of the boat made up the point that peeked out of her panties and as the silken fabric slid downwards I saw the boat widen out until you could just see the head of one of the boats occupants, then the tattoo disappeared into her pubic hair... Suddenly I felt a lurch as the bus pulled to a stop. While I was still trying to gather my wits I looked down noticing my erection poking straight, creating a tent in my pants. I also saw the fat Hispanic woman staring at me, obviously shocked. The seat in front of me was strangely empty so I immediately sat down and got myself adjusted. The bus was just beginning to start up again when I realized the lady with the tattoos had gotten off. "Wait," I shouted, jumping up and rushing toward the door. Luckily the driver was startled enough to stop and after giving me a look, he opened the door, letting me out. I dashed down the steps and onto the sidewalk, looking up the street and then back down the street, searching for the woman. Down the street I noticed a woman disappear down a side street so I quickly walked that way. Reaching the street she turned at, I made the turn into a very narrow alleyway, but I saw her not too far in front of me. She looked back at me and began to run I started to run also following her back into the alleyway making several turns until I finally came around a corner and couldn't see her. Stopping I looked around, the alleyway dead ended into a brick wall some two stories tall. On my right was a dumpster with some garbage bags tossed about. There were two doorways in the brick building on my right and one into an old concrete building. Looking around the dumpster I didn't find any place she could be hiding, so I moved over to the brick building, trying both doors but they were locked tight. I then crossed the alley and noticed that the doorway into the concrete building didn't have a door so I walked into the building. Suddenly I saw some motion to my right but I turned in time and was able to catch the woman as she tried to rush past me. Holding her steady I leaned her against the wall and looked around. We were in the building, but there were only two rooms we could get into. There used to be another door leading deeper into the building but it had been boarded up. The floors in the rooms were a mess with trash, needles, old mattresses and boxes strewn about. I had considered sitting down and trying to calm the woman down but considering the mess I changed my mind. "Now calm down, no one is going to hurt you, I just want to ask about your tattoos." "Tattoos? I have only one," she said as a tear trickled down her face. "I know, the wave on your shoulder, but what about the one on your breast," I asked nodding down at her blouse. "I have no tattoo there, just on my shoulder." "But I saw them, you showed it to me," I said getting annoyed. "I didn't show you anything and I only have just the one on my shoulder. I got it done at Fifth Street Ink if you must know," she said. "I saw it, it was right here," I said, grabbing her breast. She tried to turn and wrench herself free but I leaned onto her pushing my body against hers. My cock was hard now and it felt good pushing against her thigh. I wrapped my fingers around the edge of her blouse and pulled, the buttons then bounced on the floor, I heard them. Grabbing her bra I pulled it aside and put my mouth on her tattoo, sucking hard and then biting her there. "You're hurting me, please stop," she screamed. I unfastened her pants and jerked them down along with her panties. I put my mouth at the edge of her pubic hair again sucking hard and then biting her again. Smelling the distinct odor of sweat mingled with pussy I stood up and unzipped my pants. Holding her by the arms I stepped on a box, flattening it and the pushed her down on top of it. I pulled her pants all the way off, then her panties. It suddenly seemed brighter then, I couldn't see the trash and garbage, it was more like a beach. Looking down on her I saw the tattoo on her breast, a purplish shape like the one by her pubic hair. She smiled and opened her legs for me so I kneeled down letting her guide my cock into her pussy. Moaning she began to move as I thrust my cock deep inside her. I pushed several times and I could hear her moaning with the pleasure. As I came, I kissed her on the lips, while my cock spurted my cum into her pussy. I then kissed the beautiful tattoo on her breast. I eased my cock out of her as she watched me, so happy, so contented... My face suddenly stung and looking at her I saw she held a board in her hand. Grabbing it from her I tossed it aside and then noticed she was crying hysterically. But she was happy and now... I looked at her breast but where I saw the tattoo before there was only a circular bruise and indentations that looked like teeth marks, looking down I saw another bruise by her pubic hair. There was no tattoo either. "No tattoos," I said. "I told you I only had the one," she sobbed. "But you showed them to me, first on the bus and then just a minute ago before we made love," I replied. "Made love? You tore my clothes and then you... you..." she just kept crying then. "Look don't cry, we can go get you more tattoos if you want." "Tattoos, I don't want any more, I want you to leave me alone," she screamed, sliding away from me. I zipped up my pants and the moved to help her when I saw something dark come at me and fell to the floor. The room began spinning and though I tried to get back up to help her, grabbed her blouse and ran out of the building. Looking around it seemed darker and all the trash was back. Sitting up I saw she left her pants and panties there for me, so I grabbed the panties and pushed them in my pocket. I then slid over to a wall and leaning against it I stood up. Grabbing her pants and shoes? Yes her shoes. I grabbed her pants and shoes and walked out of the building, following her so I could give her back her clothes. The alleyway near the door was empty to I started walking the way I came in but when I got near the street a crowd of people were gathered about. They took her pants and shoes, but wouldn't let me go. Some of them were pushing me and I guess I passed out or something because the next thing I knew I heard sirens and saw a red light flashing on the brick buildings.   "Okay, you've read over your statement again, did you write it down correctly?" the police officer sitting across from the table asked me. "Yes officer, that's exactly how it happened, she showed me her tattoos on the bus and then later showed them to me again, just before we made love." "Just before you raped her," he replied sternly. "Raped? Did someone rape her?" "It's all right here in your statement," he said handing me a pen. "What it this for? I mean I tried to write everything, just like it happened. I want to be a writer you know." "Oh yeah, one day you'll be famous writing like that. All we need is a book contract. I just need you to sign here, and initial here," he said pointing to the check marks on the paper. "When I sign I can leave?" "Yes, just as soon as you sign we will get out of here." I signed the paper and handed him the pen. Grabbing the pen he said, "Thank you," looking at another police officer he said, "Okay, book him for rape, I'll get this copied." "Rape? Do I need a lawyer?' I asked. "Whenever you want one, all you need to do is ask," the other officer said, holding my arm and leading me out of the room. We went just a short distance and he opened the door and asked me to sit down. "This is a holding cell, we'll move you somewhere else a bit later." "Ah, officer," I said before he could close the door, "I think I need to talk to a lawyer." He nodded and then seemed to laugh as he closed the door. I closed my eyes and in the darkness I could see the tattoos, a wave, then Mt. Fuji and then the boat disappearing beneath her panties. I reached in my pocket but her panties were gone. Tattoo I am a girl in my late twenties, petite, dark hair and have been called pretty, with come to bed eyes, most of my acquaintances' would not guess the real me, I keep that hidden for the important people in my life. To the outsider I am quiet and shy, but in chosen company I am not, and more often or not I am thinking about sex, sitting next to a stranger on the bus, a work man coming into my work place and what I could be doing to them, under my demure appearance I am in a constant state of arousal. To add to my alter ego I have always loved tattoos, and I decided to get some on my back in my early twenties which when people found out about always surprised them. They were of reasonable size, all freehand work, one on left shoulder and one on right hip leading up to the middle of my back; I decided I wanted some new work done to join up the two designs in the middle of my back. On my next day off I donned a white shirt and denims, no bra because I knew if I was getting work done it would hurt, I made sure I had pants on with a frill at the top so they would stick out as I bent over getting my work done, I set off to the tattoo parlour where I had been for many hours before. An hour later I was chatting away with my old artist Ian who I hadn't seen in at least five years, he remembered me, at the time a lot of banter had went between us, teasing and innuendo, but nothing physical even though I had always came away from a session turned on to fuck. He asked to look at my work to remind him of what he had done, I was trying to lift my shirt and protect my modesty as there was people in the waiting room, his rough hands lifted my shirt which uncovered my tits partially, only one person in the waiting room noticed, I pulled my shirt down. Ian said that I would have to wait as he had appointments first. I was going to leave and come back but he invited me to stay and watch. The first guy was having some work on his chest, a bog standard dragon; it was interesting watching the ink pierce into the skin, I think he was trying to be brave because I was sitting there, we all chatted and again innuendos flew. When the guy was finished, Ian stood up to get a drink, I had forgot how tall he was, he had put on a bit of weight but it suited him, my pussy started to twitch, I fidgeted in my seat. The next customer came in, another guy, this time was getting his finishing touches to a full back which was black and white pictures of rock stars and instruments, it was quite impressive, his back muscles were taught under the needles, I watched Ian's' big hands squeezed into his rubber gloves, the muscle in his forearm tensed as he worked. My mind was wondering how many of those big fingers could I take in my sopping pussy, rudely awoken by a young women shouting in how much an initial would cost on her wrist. Ian shouted back, he then said to me he would finish the fellow and do the young women's wrist as that would take five minutes. Sure enough the studio was empty and it was my turn, I was a bit scared as I had forgotten how much it can hurt. Ian told me to sit in front of him, facing away and straddling the chair, I had unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it up, Ian told me to take it off so he could get a better look and decided what was to be done. The studio was open plan and people could see from the street, I said this to Ian, he laughed and locked the front door and pulled a blind between the studio and the waiting room, he had no further bookings until the following day. We discussed designs and he started to draw some ideas on, I was conscious of my large tits exposed and squashed against the back of the chair. Ian should me the designs in a mirror; I liked what I saw and gave him the go ahead. He pulled my arse into his groin, and told me how to sit, I could feel a bulge and I knew then that I would be getting more than a tattoo. The familiar buzz of the machine started, I tried to relax but my jaw was clenched for the first five minutes, I settled down after that as it just became hot and scratchy, Ian mentioned my pants and I laughed, he asked if they were for his benefit. It was almost like he could read my mind. We chatted and I swore when a sensitive part was inked, after a while he said that was the outline done, would I come back for the colour another day as the skin can only take so much abuse. He cleaned and dressed my back as I sat up his large hands came around and cupped by breasts he pinched my dark hard nipples, I pushed my arse further into his groin, I was sure my wetness could be felt through my denims. He whispered into my ear he wanted his payment in anyway he sought fit. I agreed, he pushed my chair away and told me to stand up and turn around. I could see by the massive bulge in his trousers I was going to enjoy myself. Ian pulled me towards him and I straddled him on his chair, we kissed tongues almost choking each other he grabbed the back of my hair holding my head, when we finally came up for air, he told me to take my jeans off and leave my pants on, I obeyed he stood up towering over me and took of his denims and shorts. His cock was at least eight plus inches, it was rock hard and gorgeous, he sat back down and ordered me to suck his cock. I knelt in front of him and used one hand to guide the piece of meat into my hungry mouth, the other hand I had inside my pants parting my lips and feeling my wetness. Ian told me not to touch my pussy as that was his privilege, instead he manoeuvred his left leg between my legs and I was allowed to rub my clothed pussy on his leg. Ian was gripping my hair and directing the speed he wanted his cock to be sucked, I knew I was excellent at given head and was a favourite activity but this cock was hard work and my jaw began to hurt. I protested a bit and Ian ordered me to stand up, he told me to bend over his knee as I was to do as I was told and no objections, I could see myself in the large studio mirror and the image turned me on watching almost like an outer body experience. The girl in the mirror had flushed cheeks but still had a smile on her red lips her large tits flattened underneath her. I could see a large hand raising and then falling on my satin covered arse; I jumped and gripped onto his leg. Ian once again repeated he was choosing how I paid for his hard work, another slap occurred, painful but exciting, several more ranging in speed and intensity, Ian then told me to stand up and remove my pants, I did so, I was then ordered to resume bending over his knee. His big hands gently needed my plump arse, he described the red marks he had left, I pushed my arse into his hand, with his free hand he reached between my legs and cupped my soaking pussy, and he slid one finger in, commenting I must have liked that little spank. I murmured yes as I knew my pussy was slick and I could feel it pulsating. Ian then put a second finger in and his thumb pressed onto my clit, watching myself in the mirror I needed to come, he removed his fingers and moved up to my arsehole, he gently place a finger at my tight opening and pushed in using my juice as a lube. I let out a gasp as most guys ask and don't just take, I liked this not being in control, and he slid his finger out and told me to fuck him. I straddled him as before and eased down on his hard cock, I rode him in long slow movements, I was savouring this cock. After a few minutes he told me to suck his cock again, I loved tasting my cream of his hard to bursting cock, I asked if he wanted his balls sucked too, he did, they were a nice sucking size. After a few minutes Ian told me to stand up, he placed his chair against the wall and told me to sit, he knelt before me and told me to put my legs over the sides of the chair, leaving me as open as I could get. He placed his cock to the entrance of my pussy; he began gently sliding in and out so I got to appreciate his full length. I screamed for him to fuck me and he did, the chair was banging off the wall, I was rubbing frantically at my clit I knew I was going to come very hard very soon. Mesmerised by the reflection of his muscular back and arse pumping his large glistening cock into my pink smooth pussy. Ian suddenly stopped and pulled me forward an inch and without a word sank his full cock into my arse, I was holding onto the back of the chair with one hand and squeezing my clit with the other, he was fucking me as I should be, I started to scream I was coming and could feel my pussy and arse tighten, this made Ian go faster, I came in floods adding more lube to my arse, Ian shouted he was coming and filled my arse with his come, slowing his rhythm until he fell into me. We couldn't move for a few minute, our hearts were, beating so fast and I could still feel my pussy jutting with little aftershocks, his cock pulsed in my arse. When he finally slid out of my arse he said that was only part payment, I agreed. The smell of sex filled the air, my legs were like jelly as I started to collect my clothing, Ian told me to give him my pants, and I did he put them in his pocket. Just when we were working out when I should come in next, the door of the shop opened and a couple walked in looking at the designs on the wall. The door wasn't locked after all. Ian and I looked at each other and laughed. Tattoo At 41 Brian Somers was considered by everyone who knew him to be a Teddy Bear. He stood well over six feet, athletic almost to a fault, and appeared as though he could wrestle a Grizzly Bear, taking it two out of three falls. In addition to that, Brian was ruggedly handsome looking and was considered "quite the catch" by many of the women who worked at his office. Which was one of the reasons everyone had been so surprised when Brian and his wife of over 15 years were suddenly divorcing. Brian had come home from work to find a note waiting for him on the coffee table. His wife had fallen in love with her boss. Just like that, it was over. They had not had any children. Gayle had been incapable of having any, which was just as well under the circumstances. Even so, the divorce had been hard on Brian. He became a bit of a recluse away from work, refusing to go out and socialize though his best friend Larry, who'd also been his best man at his wedding, tried every trick in the book to get him to start dating again. The day a sweet spirited young woman half his size, if that, came to work at his office all that changed. Christy was five years younger than Brian, not exactly petite by any means she stood barely over five feet with long blonde hair that hung well down to the middle of her back. Larry, also single, began hitting on her immediately. But was quickly, though courteously, informed that she was not interested in him, nor interested in any office romance for that matter. As was usually the case, Larry and Brian had taken in one of their favorite spots for lunch, which was close to the office. The place was packed as it usually was during the lunch hour, but they were fortunate enough to secure one of the few tables available. They had just begun to eat when Christy and another woman that worked at their office walked into the dining area with their lunch looking for a place to sit. Spotting them, Larry stood up and waved them over. Christy was hesitant at first, but Dianne, the other woman who was with her, knew Brian and Larry very well through their long association together at work. Immediately she smiled, nodded her head and then made her way over to the table with Christy in tow. "Busy today,." Dianne said sitting her tray down at the table. "Brian? Larry? Have either of you met Christy? She just started working with us a week ago." Brian had not met her yet of course, though he had already gotten an earful regarding her from Larry. Brian stood and offered her his hand, which she accepted and shook a little shyly when she did. "Yes, we've met," Larry said simply, smiling at her but refusing to stand up. "Figured you had," Dianne said flippantly at him. That had been the way they had met, and though it had taken a considerable amount of time, a couple of office party's and get together's, to everyone's surprise, Brian and Christy had begun dating. Nearly a year later they were still together and the office gossip had it that they would eventually one day get married. Brian was the regional manger for the company's product distribution, and from time to time had to travel and meet with the supply centers that handled his company's product line. On this trip, Larry would be going with him as he worked in sales, and was also going to be presenting and introducing some new products. Their trip would keep them holed up in the hotel over the weekend. But with Larry along as company, Brian was actually looking forward to the time he would be spending with him. Although, Larry was prone to drag him to one bar after another in his constant pursuit of "pussy-happiness" as he called it, so Brian was not really looking forward to that. Brian enjoyed a leisurely dinner with Larry in the hotel restaurant, then true to his word, tagged along with him to a nearby "titty" bar as Larry referred to them. Several beers later, along with a fist full of one dollar bills that he and Larry had stuffed into several of the women's g-strings, they moved away from the dance floor and took seats in a booth. "Not as close to the dancers," Larry said none too happy about moving back. "True...but not as expensive either!" Brian stated. Larry had struck up an'eye-contact' relationship with one of the dancers earlier, aided by a considerable amount of cash. As the same dancer came out on stage once again, she immediately looked along the front row for him and seemed disappointed when she found he was no longer sitting there. Spotting him finally where he and Brian sat back in the darker recess of the bar, she waved at him and actually blew him a long distance kiss. "Doesn't she have great tits?" Larry asked Brian, watching as the tall dark haired woman on stage went through her paces, arousing and teasing the clientele who'd immediately moved in taking their vacated places. Though Brian had been looking towards the stage he had not really been looking at her. He had spotted a blonde haired beauty that reminded him a lot of Christy. She had obviously just arrived for her shift and was preparing to perform on stage next. "Of course...probably not as good looking as Christy's must be," Larry said off handedly. "I wouldn't know," Brian responded without thinking. "What?" Realizing what he had just told Larry in three simple words, Brian waited for the litany of questions he knew was sure to come. "You mean to tell me that in all these month's you've been seeing each other that the two of you haven't done anything?" Brian shook his head "No", draining the last of his draft, immediately signaling to one of the dancer/waitresses to bring them over another. "You've gotta be shitting me!" Larry exclaimed honestly surprised by Brian's revelation. "Come on buddy...tell me, what gives?" The truth was Brian had been dying to talk to somebody, even Larry, though he expected more recrimination than understanding if and when he did. "We've never done it," he began simply. "We've kissed a lot, and sometimes it can get pretty passionate. But it's never gone beyond that." "How come?" Larry asked with a real hint of concern in his voice. "Wish I knew. Just when things start to get pretty heavy, either she breaks it off....or I do." "What? Why?" Larry pressed. "Well...we talked about it early on in our relationship. Christy didn't want whatever was happening between us, if it was meant to happen to be based merely on sex. We agreed that we'd give ourselves a year, and then see." "You're a fool!" Larry told him. "Nobody in their right mind would ever agree to do something like that, especially with someone as attractive as Christy is." Larry sat back contemplating what Brian had just told him. "Maybe she's frigid," he said as though suddenly everything made perfect sense. "The last thing you want is to get into another relationship with a woman who's flaky..." Brian shot his friend a warning look. "Brian, listen to me. I actually like Christy. I think she's probably the best thing that's happened to you in a long time....but you've got to get laid my friend...it's just not natural!" Once again he sat back, as realization dawned on him. "You're telling me you haven't been with a woman in all this time, aren't you?" he said. Once again Brian nodded his head saying "Yes, I haven't." "Shit dude! We've got to do something about that!" Brian rolled his eyes, he should have known better than to try to confide in Larry, even if he was his best friend. "You don't understand Larry, I think I may be falling in love with her, and I'm not about to try to force myself on her until she's ready." "So...don't. But meantime, there's nothing that say's you can't find a little pleasure elsewhere!" he said grinning. The dancer with whom Larry had been flirting with all night finally finished her set, redressed, and headed over towards them. "I just got a great idea!" Larry said watching her approach. "We're gonna get laid tonight my friend!" But before Brian could say anything to him about it, the dark haired woman reached their table and slid in beside them. Although the brunette had put most of her costume back on, she was more out of it than in it as she sat down next to Larry. "I missed you." she said dropping her hand down into his lap. "Oh...and I see you must have missed me a little bit too!" she winked. Larry laughed huskily. "It missed you a lot more than you think." he responded back, emphasizing the word so there was no mistaking his meaning. And then the brunette laughed lustily. She introduced herself as Marlene, brushing herself coquettishly against Larry's arm ensuring he was well aware of her oversized breasts pressing against him. "Do you guys feel like having a party later?" she asked. "I get off at midnight..." Larry was grinning from ear to ear. "Sorta like Cinderella huh?" he asked, but the brunette must have missed it. "Cinderella?" "Yeah...you know, the fairy tale? Midnight? Cinderella met her handsome prince and she got off around midnight?" "Oh yeah...!" Marlene said laughing, finally getting it. "That's the story where she turns into a pumpkin at midnight...and her prince gets the nickname of Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater...right?" Marlene added "Ah yeah....right." Larry said shaking his head in wonder." "Anyway...so do you want to?" she asked him once again, and in her next breath, "...you two aren't cops or anything are you?" she asked. Brian realized suddenly where this was going, and what she was asking. "Larry...I don't think..." "Nope...not cops, and we'd love to party." he said cutting Brian off. "Oh...we?" Marlene said turning to face Brian. "That will be double you know..." "Listen, if you really want to party, do you have a friend you could bring along with you?" he asked. Marlene smiled, glanced up and indicated the girl on stage. "How about Serenity?" she asked. "Serenity?" Larry questioned. "Yeah...that's her name, the one who's dancing now." "Larry!" Larry ignored Brian completely however and made arrangements for Marlene and Serenity to come to their hotel room as soon as they were off. "It's just around the corner from here," he told her, giving her the room number in the process. "I know the place," Marlene said grinning. "I like it there. Ooops, better run, I'm on again in a few minutes, and I still need to change!" After Marlene had excused herself, Brian rounded on his friend. "Larry...I can't do this, what if Christy were to find out? And besides, I've never paid for it in my entire life!" "So who's gonna tell her?" Larry said answering the first question. "And...you have been, only you don't realize it." He stated answering the second. Brian continued watching Serenity on stage. It was almost uncanny the way she looked and reminded him of Christy. He wondered, "Maybe it will be like making love to her." he mused silently. "O.K. Larry...but so help me, if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone!" Brian balled his fist threateningly. It was not a fist to be taken any too lightly either. "Don't worry Brian. My lips are sealed." "They better be...or they will be...permanently!" They left the bar shortly afterwards, making their way back to the hotel where Brian found a message waiting for him at the front desk. Larry picked up a few messages himself, then turned waiting to see what Brian's was all about. "Christy. She called to remind me this is her Sorority weekend." He did not bother telling Larry anything else. She'd simply said, "Miss you..." They had never told the other they loved each other, or anything like that. In some ways it was as if they had a platonic relationship, aside from a little kissing once in a while. "Christy still attends those silly Sorority things? I thought once you finished college, you're supposed to leave all that shit behind," Larry commented. They reached the elevators and Brian pressed the button for their floor. "Apparently not, Christy said something to me about it once. She said that she would always be in this Sorority no matter how long it is, and something about always being apart of her sisters or some such." "Sounds weird to me. I was a boy scout too, but I don't attend the meetings," Larry said half seriously. "Well anyway, she seems to enjoy it...and if it keeps her happy...." Larry interrupted him, "But what about you Brian? What does she do for you to make you happy? Does she love you? How does she show you if she does? Do you the two of you enjoy sex? No...of course not!" "Ok, ok...enough!" Brian said getting a little irritated with him. "You made your point." "Did I?" Larry said hopefully. "Listen man, you're my best friend, and I truly do want the best for you...and if Christy's it, then so be it. But from the way I see it, nothing's changed in nearly a years time. And by what you told me tonight, I don't see a hell of a lot changing any time soon. But...I think this bullshit of you going without is stupid my friend. If Christy wants to wait...so be it, but why should you have to?" Brian had had a little more to drink that he would have preferred. His head was all muddled, the things Larry had been saying to him and asking him where the same questions he had been wondering about, and asking himself for a long time now. And worse, it had been a very long time since he had slept with a woman. After seeing all that sweet flesh at the club, Brian was aroused and had been most of the night. He was after all only human. A short while later, Marlene and Serenity arrived at their hotel room. Brian saw Larry discuss "financials" with Marlene and Serenity briefly for a moment. He always kept a substantial amount of cash on him, which drove Brian nuts as he was always flaunting it. He wondered why Larry had not gotten rolled, or worse because of it as he typically enjoyed flashing his "wad" whenever they went out. Brian was still a little uncomfortable with paying for a "hooker", as he looked at it, but as Larry was actually treating him to this particular little party he was throwing, he managed to shove his quirky moral attitude away in the closet, locking the door. Once the terms had been satisfied, Marlene and Serenity got immediately down to business, which meant they immediately took their clothes off. Brian and Larry had been good friends and buddies for years, but in all that time they had never seen each other naked, or been in a situation quite like this one before. Again, Brian felt a little awkward when he realized the situation would more than likely cause the two of them to do exactly that. Marlene and Serenity obviously did not share or have that same problem, crawling quickly onto the bed together once they were naked; they began putting on a sexy little show for them both. Brian guessed correctly that Larry had sprung for something a little special in the way of some good old fashioned girl-girl action to get the ball rolling. Brian was still amazed at just how much Serenity reminded him of Christy. In a way, it was like watching her with another woman, a thought he had secretly entertained on occasion, among others while he had masturbated while thinking about her. But seeing her naked, wondering how closely in appearance that Christy might look to the way the blonde did soon made him aroused with excitement and anticipation of doing just that. They were very close to the same size and shape in all areas. Serenity's breasts though not extremely large, certainly not as large as Marlene's were, were nevertheless every bit as full and alluring. Her nipples were almost a rosy-pink, smaller areola's than Marlene's much darker and wider "hubcaps" as the boys often referred to them, but so tasty looking that he wanted to devour them with his mouth. "Is this fucking unbelievable or what?" Larry said as he stood off to one side watching the two women going down on each other on the bed. Brian had to admit...it was. They were both attractive women anyway, but seeing them together like this was stirring feelings and emotions in him he had not felt in a long time, a very long time. Brian turned towards Larry to say something else to him, and forgot all about what he was going to say. The sight of seeing his friend standing off to one side playing with him self took him by surprise. Larry had always joked and boasted about having a "big dick" but Brian, along with most everyone else considered it "prideful" boasting more than anything else. Now however, the truth was in the putting, or in this case, the "pulling" as Brian continued watching Larry stroking his enormous sized cock. Brian was certainly no slouch in that department either; certainly never having any complaints by anyone he had ever been with. But compared to Larry, he had a slight twinge of envy and even a little embarrassment as he stood there watching his friend on the one hand, and the two girls on the other. Eventually even Marlene noticed what Larry was doing, and became immediately interested in moving things along. "Oh my...look at the size of that one!" she said openly. "Come here lover...let me see that!" she said seductively. Serenity was eyeing Brian with a similar curiosity, though hers was one in which she had not as yet seen his equipment, and wanted to. Brian was glad he was becoming aroused, but he also knew he was not as yet erect in the same way his friend was, and felt slightly uncomfortable at the moment. Serenity seemed to understand his hesitation however, sliding out of the bed moving away from Marlene as she sat on the edge of the bed admiring Larry's prick with her hands. Brian was glad she had come to him. He stood behind and for the moment, out of sight of any comparisons from Larry. Serenity deftly unbuckled his belt, slipping the clasp free of the hook on his trousers, and unzipped him in the twinkling of an eye. She did not even bother looking at him initially, simply placing her mouth over the head of his prick and sweetly drawing Brian's hardening cock inside her mouth. Brian continued to stand at the foot of the bed, while Serenity sat on it, sucking his penis to a wonderful firm hardness. He watched as Marlene helped Larry to finish undressing where he then moved up and between her legs and introduced himself a little more intimately. In seconds, Larry was thrusting in and out of Marlene's cunt with abandon, while she in turn wrapped both legs around his ass and hung on for dear life. Serenity finally stood and began helping Brian to undress. When she had done so, they moved the few feet necessary to reach the twin bed and quickly fell into it together. Unlike Larry however, Brian was not all that eager to hurry things along. Already in his mind, he was seeing Christy, acting out the fantasy of being with her, and wanting to do the things to her...to Serenity/Christy that he had only secretly fantasized about doing. Even Serenity seemed a little surprised when Brian slithered down between her outstretched legs. She was expecting him to board her like a train. Instead, she was shocked when he did not. He began to tease her pussy with the tip of his tongue so lightly that for a moment she wasn't sure what he was doing. Gradually however, as she became more sensitive to his ministrations, she began to enjoy the light subtle pleasure of his tickling exploratory tongue. "Oh....that feels nice!" Serenity exclaimed, causing both Larry and Marlene to look across the room at them. "Way to go buddy!" Larry mused. Brian ignored him however, too lost within the confines of his mind-fantasy to acknowledge Larry's comment. He continued to twirl his tongue over and around the sweet glistening folds of Serenity's pussy, delicately pausing to suck her lips inside his mouth, nibbling, chewing, once again stabbing at her with his tiny tongue prick. Tattoo To his delight, Serenity was audibly expressing her pleasure, though he heard Christy's voice doing so instead. "Oh Brian....Oh Brian!" The blonde vixen kept repeating over and over again. "Oh yes, Oh shit yes! That feels so fucking good!" Serenity squirmed beneath him, mashing her cunt against his face and grinding herself frantically in expectation of the orgasm to come. He captured her tiny nub of pleasure between his lips and suckled it igniting a thousand tiny little nerve endings that spread off in every direction like a horde of torchbearers at the Olympics. And like spectators cheering on an event, Larry and Marlene sat up watching Brian as his tongue slid through the marvelous groove of her pussy like it was the bob-sled run itself, going for a new Olympic record. "Oh fuck!" Serenity screamed just seconds before her orgasm overpowered her, seizing her toes which curled into tight little balls against her feet, and then loosened, as the wave of ecstasy and pleasure tore through her entire being simultaneously, branching out in all directions at once. "Holy shit Brian...can you teach me how to do that?" Larry asked half seriously a few minutes later. Serenity had actually managed to rip tiny tears into the sheets with her long fingernails with one hand, unconsciously doing the same thing to Brian's back with the other. Tiny little tendrils of blood appeared on the surface of Brian's back where she had inadvertently dug into him when she came. "Oh Brian...I'm so sorry. I had NO idea I'd done that," Serenity said apologetically to him, meaning it. Only now, Brian became vaguely aware he even had an audience, sheepishly wiping his face from the lingering moist fluids that had smeared his face from Serenity's orgasm. He sat up slightly embarrassed, especially as he realized his prick stood firm, hard, erect, and in need of a little immediate relief. Marlene slid off the bed she was sharing with Larry almost hypnotically. Moving towards where he was sitting, she slithered up against him pushing him back onto the bed and then slipped down between his legs. Brian felt her mouth engulfing him, her lips cool and tender around his heated flesh. Suddenly Serenity was moving once again, rolling over where she soon joined Marlene in the simultaneous tongue dueling taking place on his erection. Not to be left out, Larry walked over to the end of the bed where Serenity, positioned as she was, gave easy access to his prick as he knocked it up against the opening of her still wet glistening pussy. He slid into her slowly, eliciting soft sounds as his prick enveloped her, filling her. Brian felt the sensation of her tongue become almost frantic upon his shaft, licking his balls while Marlene knobbed the head of his prick wildly. Brian felt the sweet tingling as it caressed the inside of his shaft, making it's way slowly up the length of his penis until he erupted in a glorious spray of sweet agonizing bliss. Marlene and Serenity fought over his cream, chasing it as it leapt from the tip of his cock, swiping up the trails of his jisim as it landed on them and everywhere else for that matter. Larry soon joined him, though he pulled out of Serenity's pussy and emptied himself against the backside of her ass. Marlene quickly moved over to her friend, rubbing Larry's cream, spreading it into Serenity's skin like so much lotion. # Christy was excited to see Brian of course. He didn't travel all that often, but whenever he did, Christy always had a special evening planned, or cooked him one of his favorite dinners. As Brian had been gone a little longer than normal, he secretly hoped that maybe this time things would actually progress a little farther than they usually did. By the time they had finished dinner and settled down on the couch in the living room next to a nice warm fire, Brian had begun to entertain hopeful desires that this evening would see their relationship progress a lot further. As he'd hoped and expected, they had begun kissing, and the kisses soon became more passionate and needful. Christy had even pulled Brian over on top of her on the couch at one point, where Brian continued the kisses along her neck, teasing her earlobes, and finally at the softest portion of her lower neck where Brian first touched soft flesh in areas he hadn't been before. "Brian...no, we can't...not yet" she told him. He hadn't put his hand quite on her breast directly, just sliding it off to one side where he had indeed come into contact with the roundness of it as it spread away from her chest. "I want you..." he told her lustily. "I know...and I want to be with you too," she responded. "But not now...not until we're both ready," she informed him. "But I am ready Christy..." "I know...but I'm not." she said softly. "I need to make sure of a few things first," she said trying to explain her feelings to him. But all Brian heard was "I don't know if I love you enough yet to want to do that." Frustrated, Brian sat up moving away from her then. "Maybe I'd better go," he stated, trying desperately to conceal his hardon as he did. "Maybe you should," Christy told him. "Brian? I just need a little more time..." she offered. "Don't be angry with me ok?" "I'm not," Brian said with a little too much edge to his tone. He leaned over, kissed her on the top of her forehead. "Good night Christy, I'll call you tomorrow." With that, Brian grabbed his jacket off the coat rack in the hallway and let himself out the front door without saying another word to her in parting. # Brian truly was a bear the next day at work, seemingly growling and grumbling at nearly everyone, including his best friend Larry. "Lunch?" Larry asked, sticking his head inside the door. "Not hungry," Brian said not even looking up at him. "Besides...I have too much work to do here today to think about food." "It's not food you're thinking about." Larry said, finally causing Brian to look at him. "It's that sweet pussy you were eating in the hotel room," he near whispered, lowering his voice so that no one outside Brian's office could hear him. "Larry? Get the fuck out of my office!" Brian bellowed, caring not one single wit if anyone had heard him. Though by the sudden flurry of movement as several people quickly disappeared, scurrying away like rats, it was obvious they had. Larry was too good a friend to let Brian get to him, however. Seeing that Brian wasn't acting like his normal old self, he stepped inside the office, closing the door behind him. "Christy?" He asked knowingly. Brian quickly shot him a look that said, "Mind your own fucking business!" without saying the words. Larry ignored him however, taking a chair and sitting down across from him. "I don't know why you put up with her," he told him. "I certainly wouldn't!" Brian continued to glare at his friend, but remained silent. He was listening, as much as he hated to admit it. "Why don't you forget about her Brian? There's a ton of women who would just love to go out with you...hell, fuck you for that matter." "I don't want to forget about her Larry! I....I...I love her! I think..." he added. "You think?" Brian growled at him. "Ok, ok, whatever. But listen to me for a minute. You can't deny you had a great time last week can you?" "No..." Brian admitted. "Then what's it going to hurt if you have a little fun on the side...at least until Christy decides to finally come around, or until you finally decide to quit putting up with her." "I can't do that Larry. If I were to become involved with anyone else, word would get back to her, and then that would be it, regardless of how she truly felt about me. It would ruin everything!" "What if she never knew?" Larry asked. "Oh yeah right...how's that possible?" Larry was grinning wickedly. "It's very possible," he told him. "I've been considering the same thing myself, but only half seriously. Something another friend told me about, about a month or so ago. I didn't really give it a lot of serious thought until the other day when I ran into him again. We went to a local "titty" bar together for a few beers, and he told me about his latest and greatest experience. To be honest Brian, I had a hard time believing him, but I know this guy...and he's for real!" Brian was stunned to find himself actually listening, let alone curious about what Larry had in mind. "So? What happened?" Larry began to lay out the entire story for Brian. "Terry belongs to a very private club. Membership is expensive, and secrecy is paramount about even belonging to it." "Well if it's so secret, then why is this guy Terry telling you about it?" "Because it's not the club itself that's secret...just the membership." "What?" "The people that belong to it...that participate. No one knows who anyone else is or who's a member, unless they invited or recruited him or her, themselves. Everyone who attends has to wear some sort of head covering, Terry said they're comfortable to wear, and don't keep you from enjoying yourself, but...you are clueless as to who anyone really is. He told me there's supposedly some very influential people who are members, though no one really knows for sure who they are. He even said he thought one or two of them were local celebrity's you know...news anchors and the like, even a congressman or two." "You're kidding me!" Brian exclaimed dubiously. "No...I'm not actually. I was curious after hearing him talk about it, so I made arrangements to go with him tonight. I tell you Brian...it's for real! Terry said you can pretty much do anything you want with anybody. If someone's not interested for whatever reason, they just move away. But he said that he's never actually seen that happen, and that everyone just parties all night long with everyone else! Aside from the masks everyone wears, you have no idea who anyone is, and they have absolutely no idea who you are. A few of them won't even talk, afraid that someone might recognize their voice. Other's speak in fake accents or change their voices one way or the other if they do decide to say something. But like I said, no one knows anyone else unless you invited or went with them there in the first place!" "I don't know Larry...sounds a little too wild for me." "Oh come on....just this once at least. If you don't like it...you don't have to go back. Like I said, no one will ever know you've been there, and no one will ever know if you decide to go back. Deal?" Brian thought about it. "Ok, maybe this once. So...where do we meet? Where do we go?" "Well...that's the weird part, actually," Larry said a little sheepishly. "I don't know...nobody does of course. Terry said they come for you in a limousine. You're blindfolded and then driven to a secluded spot someplace in the city. You're then taken underground where the blindfolds are finally removed, and where you are then required to put on a head covering before being allowed access to the rest of the place. Apparently some rich guy owns the place, and sort of runs things. But no one knows who he is either of course." "Of course," Brian interjected. "Still sounds a little weird to me Larry. You sure you really want to do this?" "Damn sure...and I'm going with...or without you my friend!" Brian considered it a minute or two longer, but then agreed. "Ok...see you tonight. I'll meet you at your place. By the way...I forgot to ask you, how much is this going to cost me, anyway?" "Tonight? Nothing..." "You're not paying for this again," Brian told him. "Already did buddy. But...if you like it, then next time, I'll let you pay." "In other words, you don't want to tell me how much this is going to cost me until after I've been there, is that it?" "Something like that," Larry said rising and heading towards the door. "See you at my place around seven then, ok?" Larry opened the door and left Brian's office before he had a chance to say anything, or more importantly, change his mind about going in the first place. Brian thought briefly about calling Christy and telling her he wouldn't be home later, but remembered as he was about to pick up the phone that this was also her Sorority night, and that she wouldn't be home if at all anyway. Brian was still in a "mood" however, even with the prospects of getting laid that evening, so he decided to call it a day and head home considerably early from work. Just before he did leave however, he called the florist, ordered a dozen long stemmed red roses and gave the lady who took his order Christy's address. "What would you like to say on the card?" she asked. "I'm sorry," Brian said. "That's it? I'm sorry?" "Yeah...that's all" he told her. He wondered briefly if he was telling Christy that for the other night...or for what he was about to do later on this evening. # Brian arrived in plenty of time and met Larry who was standing outside of his apartment nervously smoking a cigarette, waiting for their limo to arrive. "Give me one of those," Brian told him. "But you don't smoke!" Larry said in surprise, handing him the package. "I do tonight," Brian stated, leaning over accepting a light. "Nervous?" Larry laughed. "Aren't you?" "A little...yeah. But excited as hell too!" he said grabbing his crotch for emphasis. "Just imagine my friend...we might be screwing some famous movie star tonight!" "Don't let your imagination run away with yourself," Brian warned. "I seriously doubt there would be anyone there of that caliber." "Oh? Well don't be surprised if there are some very important people who are there,." Larry added. "You gotta admit, it is rather exciting wondering about that, don't you think?" Brian didn't answer, but he did find the thought intriguing. He allowed himself to think about Christy for a moment, but only for a moment. He had finally admitted to himself that he loved her, but at the same time he was also frustrated with her. If she weren't being so distant with him, he wouldn't be standing here waiting for a limo to take him off to have sex with a bunch of strangers. Brian took a final drag on his smoke and flicked it into the gutter just as the limousine rounded the corner and pulled up in front of them. They watched as the chauffeur approached and asked them for their I.D. Once he was satisfied they were who they said they were, he opened the door and told them to step in. When Brian did, he was met by two very beautiful looking women, both masked, who produced a blindfold for each of them. Just before having his eyes covered, he'd also noticed a very large, burly looking man sitting across the way from him. He had no such covering on his head however, and Brian realized the man's purpose from the stoic and hard expression on his face. "Can I get either of you something to drink?" one of the women asked, trying to put them at ease. Larry and Brian told her what they'd like, and sat there in silence listening to her fixing the drinks. The other woman then told them to sit back and relax as the drive would be a lengthy one, designed to throw off anyone's ability to figure out where the place they were going to was located. Brian lost all sense of time as well as direction, and waited until the car finally came to rest. Their blindfolds where then removed and they were both given a moment or two to readjust their eyes. When they did, Brian saw they were in some type of concrete parking structure, obviously underground, with no existing entrances or exits other than the one they had just entered. Brian and Larry were escorted towards an elevator where they were met by another individual, this one armed, who accompanied them down several floors to a level deeper than the one on which they'd arrived. "Follow me please," he told them. Stepping out of the elevator, they entered a large room that was filled with a wide variety of multi-colored head coverings, all designed to completely and totally mask an individual's face. Some would allow a person's hair to show through however, while most completely covered up everything. Another armed guard stood at the entrance to yet another door, and warned them about any attempts to learn the identities of anyone else there. If any such attempts were made, they would be immediately and efficiently escorted out of the facility, and given a harsh reminder as to what that particular rule implied. After they selected and donned headgear, the guard opened the door for them. Brian and Larry stepped through into a whole different world. # The walls were obviously sound proofed, as the moment the door opened, the sound of music, mixed with laughter and raunchy sounding noise, immediately assailed their ears. Walking into the dimly lit room, they saw that it branched out into a maze of complex chambers and hallways leading in and out of everywhere. A bar was set up, where a bartender, also masked, yet naked was fixing and serving drinks. Several couples stood together, some touching and caressing one another, others merely standing and talking together in hushed tones. Others still...silent and observing. "Where to first?" Brian asked quietly. "The bar...then we'll wander around a bit and take it from there," Larry said. They were standing near the bar sipping their drinks, watching the throng of people milling about, some talking others merely watching, much like they were doing. A woman soon approached Larry, speaking nary a word, slipping her hands around his neck, undoing his tie. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his trousers. A moment later she raked her sharp fingernails down his stomach leaving small tiny red welts in their wake. Larry grimaced slightly at the minor pain, intrigued and curious as to the silent woman's intentions. Brian could only stand there watching her as she performed this bizarre little ritual. She finally moved over and began to do the same thing to him. In the meantime, another woman approached, wearing a mask that allowed her long flowing black hair to fall freely about her shoulders. "Don't worry..." the dark haired woman stated. "It's her way of greeting the new comers." "How does she know we haven't been here before?" Larry asked. "She knows....we all do. There's a certain obviousness to those who've never been here before, who don't know how to act or what to do after they've arrived. Had you been here previously, you wouldn't have come to the bar first and simply stood around watching. That's one sign...but there are many others as well. Most who have been here many times know what they want, what they are after and simply take it. A man, or woman enters, sees something they like, and with the masks to hide behind, simply go and do what they've come here to do. Had you been here before, you might have perhaps simply walked up to me, cupped my breast or slipped your hand between my legs before moving off towards the bar. That's what it's like here...as you will learn, if indeed you stay, or if you come back again." Slipping her hand down the front of Larry's pants, she caressed his prick, cupped his balls and then drew his hand towards her breast. "Come..." she said, taking him by the hand and began to lead him out of main chamber down through the myriad of hallways and tunnels leading into other areas of the massive underground sex-maze. "My friend..." Larry said, concerned about losing him in the vast throng of milling people. "We are all friends here...without names," she told him. "Come with me...you can share your experiences with him tomorrow. Now...come, or stay." She released his hand, though still urging him to follow her. Larry looked once back at Brian who was still being mauled by the woman who was with him, then turned and followed the mysterious brunette down the hallway towards incredible pleasure. Tattoo # Brian was stunned by the woman's actions as she slowly began stripping his clothing from him, surprised even more so that he could find this so erotic, so absorbed that he hadn't noticed the disappearance of his friend until he was gone and nowhere in sight. Brian panicked momentarily, unsure now of finding himself alone with a woman who obviously had no intention of talking to him beyond her actions. Uncertain of what else to do however, once he'd been stripped of all his clothing. The woman led him to a row of lockers placing his clothing inside, taking him by the hand out of the main room where Brian followed her down a long dark hallway. She appeared to be headed for a specific place, as her pace was determined, if not brisk. Brian knew it would be senseless to question her, simply following, wondering where and what she was leading him towards. # The brunette who Larry had mentally named "Red" due to the bright red head mask she was wearing soon stopped in front of an enormous chamber and stood there waiting patiently for him to join her. In seconds he was by her side and peered in towards the room. Upon the floor was mass of bodies all writhing and moving against one another in a blanket of flesh. It was reminiscent of opening his bait box when he'd gone fishing and removing a single worm from an entangled mass of the entwined, squirming little creatures. Looking down into the mass of bodies, he was momentarily repulsed as that image ran wildly through his mind. "Come...come and be joined with me." The brunette beckoned to him once again. Impossible to safely step into the mass, she simply squatted down near the door, as though slipping off the side of a pool into water. She then moved forward, sliding into the mass of bodies before her. Larry knew without a doubt, if he didn't move with her now, he would lose her instantly as she would become lost in the sea of pleasured, and pleasuring souls moving and squirming around together below him. The brunette turned one last time, extending her hand as she did. Larry caught it, and allowed himself to be drawn into the waves of undulating flesh that awaited him. # Ahead, Brian saw what appeared to be pulsating bright lights. Led towards them they turned a corner where the sounds of loud blaring music could be heard, effectively drowning out the ability to hear clearly. Only as they approached, the sounds becoming even more deafening did she stop and turn towards him speaking for the first time. It was immediately obvious to him that it would be impossible to guess anyone's identity even if they did speak in an area such as this one. "Dance with me...touch me, please me," the woman told him, leading him inside. Brian could barely hear what she said, let alone fully understand her. The room was packed wall to wall with men and woman dancing together. Strobe lights nearly continuous, giving a bizarre stop and go motion to the mass of people moving together in an erotic display of nudity and sensuality beyond anything Brian had ever experienced. Drawn in amongst the throng of flickering motion, Brian immediately felt her hands searching him out, awakening his half stiffened penis. As though in a trance himself, he drew her to him, cupping her hard pointed breasts and thumbed her already stiff nipples while her hands continued on with their almost magical touch. Seconds later he felt another pair of arms wrapping around him from behind, caressing his ass and slipping in behind to gently fondle and play with his balls. Brian found himself moving side to side, swaying to the rhythm of the pulsating music. He moved, ebbing back and forth with the tide of people who were packed so tightly about him that it was impossible not to press up against, or come in contact with someone else. All around, men and women were giving pleasure or being given pleasure in one form or another, women with women, men with men, it seemingly mattered not who was doing what to whom, as Brian stood there mesmerized by what he was seeing. Twice he felt his prick sucked by different women, each moving on to take the place of someone else. The woman he had come with initially had long since disappeared into the strobe of lights, and gesticulating flesh that surrounded him. # For the first time in his entire life, Larry felt almost claustrophobic. He gingerly, and cautiously made his way further and further into the room, following as best he could as Red drew him deeper and deeper into the depths of sexual frenzy taking place everywhere around him. Hands reached out, caressing, grabbing or squeezing him as he moved along. There was no way of telling whether it was male or female. He felt himself pressed against the mass of flesh beneath him. At some point Red stopped and seemed to sink into some small part of the erotic ocean of people. Reaching her, he slipped atop her like a drowning man finding the safety of a life raft, allowing her hands to begin roaming freely about him now, comforting yet arousing and stimulating him to succumb to her obvious needs and desires. "Fuck me..." she moaned, though her sighs disappeared amongst those whose moans and groans already filled the air with the sounds of their sexual releases and frenzied passions. "Give me that enormous prick between your legs," she coaxed him once again, as he slid into her, not giving her a chance to finish the sentence. Before he had managed a couple of minor thrusts inside the wettest tightest pussy he'd ever felt, a soft pair of hands suddenly began kneading his ass. Simultaneously, he felt someone slither over the top of him, pressing herself against him, her fleshy breasts languishing there for a moment before moving on. Another hand reaching down beneath him to explore his cock as it slid in and out of Red's cunt, fondling him urgently, and delighting at the discovery of their coupling. Unseen hands, lips, tongues and fingers continued to devour his flesh as his prick continued to skewer the heated thick puffy cunt that entrapped him and urged him continue. "Fuck her...fuck her...fuck her," he heard a woman's soft voice chanting in his ear from somewhere above him. It was perhaps her breasts that he now felt pressed against him, or her hands that toyed with the opening of his ass, fingering and threatening to impale him at any moment. His prick filled Red fully, threatening to tear her apart with each thrust of his hips . Even with the moans and groans that seemed nearly continuous, he heard hers below him, her whimpering cry of pleasured pain as his prick continued to pummel her in a constant hard pressed fucking that stole the breath from her lips. # As though in a dream, swirling mists of warm enveloping fogginess began to permeate the room, adding to the already eerie atmosphere. Brian found himself succumbing to the almost mystic tranquility that pervaded his senses. He moved about the room, pressing himself against whomever he found there, pressed against likewise by others who flowed as he did. "Let me suck you," he heard someone saying. Brian stood still, looking down though barely able to see the blonde haired woman who knelt in the mist, lovingly teasing his prick with her tongue as she did. He reached out, resting his hand upon the top of her head, languishing in the feel of her mouth as it surrounded his prick and pulsated in harmony with the continuous strobe of the lights that threatened to short-circuit his senses. His pleasured release too close to allow her to continue, Brian reached down drawing her upwards towards him. "I want to fuck you," he told her, barely making himself understood above the sounds of the music and the constant groans and moans emanating within the room. She turned her back towards him, offering herself as she did. She bent forward slightly, finding support in the fleshy ass of another woman who was bent over and busily sucking someone else somewhere down below the top layer of the mist. Brian felt his cock disappear deep inside her wet slit, felt the softness of her pussy contracting around him, sucking him like a hungry mouth. Looking down, he saw what appeared to be a tiny butterfly tattoo upon her ass, though on closer inspection it was in the form of a tiny nude woman with butterfly wings. It held his attention only briefly however, as the blonde beneath him began rocking back, fucking his penis with renewed urgency as he realized she was already approaching orgasm. Brian slammed into her with all his might, feeling her pussy suddenly spasm and erupt in a series of hard felt contractions that immediately drew his semen from deep within his balls. He emptied his river of cum deep inside her, rejoicing in the knowledge that she too had met him there in that brief moment of time. An instant later, she stood turning back towards him, throwing her arms about his neck kissing him deeply and passionately. For a moment Brian was stunned into immobility, her kiss had been too much like the way he had often kissed Christy. That sudden realization hitting him like a sledge to the stomach, it was all he could do to keep from dashing out of the room like some kind of mad man. The woman clung to him however, refusing to let go, nipping at his neck, and whispering over and over...."thank you...thank you...thank you." Somehow, she finally was yanked away from him by someone else who'd obviously decided they wanted her too. Reluctantly she let herself go. Brian was almost grateful when she did. He all but ran towards the door. Tearing himself away from the sounds of continued rapture and enjoyment taking place, he once again reached the hallway and made his way back towards the main chamber. # One moment Larry was slipping and sliding into the hottest, wettest pussy he'd ever felt. In the next, he was suddenly being flipped over onto his back by what felt a little like an undertow of female flesh as hands grabbed at him yanking him over onto his back. It was far too dark to see anything, only the occasional shadowed outline as the swarm of bodies continued to move and float about the chamber room he was in. Lips suddenly encircling his prick, even his toes suddenly finding a home in what he knew had to be yet another woman's dripping wet quim. Red had literally disappeared. Reaching out, he stumbled onto what had to be another man's hard stiff cock and immediately jerked his hand away. Larry struggled briefly trying to dislodge himself from whoever it was that had pinned his legs, laying atop of them all the while greedily sucking at his erection. A moment later, he felt a soft breast suddenly pressed against his face. Larry reached out with his mouth intending to bite whoever's nipple it was in an effort to free himself, but once latching onto the soft morsel of flesh, he refrained, sucking it tenderly instead. When he felt his orgasm rushing headlong up his prick, he considered warning whomever was sucking him at the moment that it was about to happen. That thought evaporated like water on a hot sidewalk. The sensation of having someone, who's identity he didn't know, about to receive his rich creamy shake was weirdly erotic to him. Imagining this woman as he filled her mouth with his fluids merely helped the inevitable moment along. With the firm hard nipple still wonderfully inside his mouth, he continued sucking, reaching up to grasp the breast that it belonged to with one hand, and extending the other to discover another, though different breast within easy reach of his other hand. Larry felt the first hard spurt of his jisim explode from his prick, even heard the sudden surprise from whomever was sucking him as it filled her mouth. But she immediately went back to sucking and draining him of each additional spray as it flew from his almost tortured cock. Once he had climaxed, whoever had been lying across his legs seemed to swim away from him in an unknown direction. Thus freed, he did indeed then nip at the teat he'd been sucking, causing the woman above him to rise up slightly. When she did, Larry extricated himself from beneath her and moved off over the blanket of flesh back towards the door, pulling himself up, and out into the hallway. # Brian had made it back to the lockers, dressing, anxious to leave when he saw Larry, or whom he thought had to be his friend, stumbling towards him. "Let's get out of here!" Larry stated when he approached and saw Brian dressed, already waiting, obviously anxious to leave. "Couldn't agree with you more. This has certainly been an interesting experience...but I think I'm out of my league here," he added. Once Larry had put on most of his clothing, they immediately made their way back to the door where they'd first come in. The guard then checked to ensure no one else was in the room that they could identify, and then allowed them access. Moments later, they were in the elevator heading back to the parking area and hopefully a waiting limo. This time they were greeted by a pair of men rather than women who again blindfolded them for the ride back to Larry's apartment. Brian and Larry found themselves standing on the sidewalk in front of his apartment a while later. As the limousine pulled away from the curb, Brian turned towards his friend. "I think I need another cigarette" he said, asking. Larry laughed and produced two, taking one for himself. "I don't know about you, but that had to be just about the wildest experience I've ever had." Neither of them had spoken much during the ride back. Both lost in thought as each replayed the wildly erotic scenes over and over in their minds. Now, once again standing on nearly the same spot as where their adventure first began, they stood there smoking, sharing a cigarette, finally sharing their respective experiences with one another. Brian glanced at his watch for the first time since they'd left. "Shit Larry...you know it's already nearing two in the morning? I've got to get home...I've got a busy day tomorrow!" They shook hands, but before Larry left, Brian warned him, "Remember...don't you dare say a word to anyone about this...ever!" Larry smiled though it was more of an affectionate grimace. "Mum's the word," he said, zipping his mouth with his fingers. # It had in fact been an exceptionally long and tedious day. By late afternoon, Brian was dragging, anxious for the day to end. When his phone rang, he groaned, expecting it to be someone with another problem he'd have to deal with before going home for the evening. "Brian Somers" he said, answering. "Brian...I wanted to call you...and thank you for the flowers, they were waiting for me when I arrived home this morning," Christy said into the phone. He'd almost forgotten he'd sent them. Suddenly he was feeling more than just a little bit guilty, especially after last night. "I really am sorry," he told her affectionately. "No...I'm the one who should be sorry," Christy said. "You've been patient with me, more than patient in fact. And maybe we should get together and talk about...things," Christy seemed to stumble through the words. "Are you free tonight?" she asked. "Sure..." "Then plan on coming over around eight, I'll fix you something special for dinner tonight," she promised. After hanging up the phone, Brian chided himself for being angry on the one hand, but then considered that their evening would in all likelihood be the same as it had always been. A nice dinner shared together, light conversation, and then a few quick stolen kisses before being sent packing before anything got too out of hand. He had already admitted to himself that he loved her; tonight he was going to tell her he did. But he was also going to inform her that their relationship needed to move forward if they were going to remain together, even though he did love her. The temptations were simply too great, to allow him to continue to go without satisfying his ever growing and very normal needs and desires. # Brian arrived at Christy's apartment exactly on time. He was about to knock on her door when he saw a small note taped to it, addressed to him. "Ah oh...something's come up, damn it!" he thought. Tearing the note from the door, he quickly opened it and read, "I may be busy in the kitchen, just let your self in." Brian reached down, turning the knob and opened door. Even the safety chain Christy always ensured was in place hung free. Puzzled, Brian entered into her apartment, calling her name. "This wasn't like her," he thought. A sense of foreboding seized his chest, and he called out to her once again. "Christy?" "In here," he heard her finally respond. Her apartment was unusually dark, though he saw as he entered her small foyer, that the light from flickering candles seemed to be coming from her dining area. "So...she really has prepared us a nice romantic dinner," he thought curiously. He quickly made his way down the hall, turning the corner into the dining room where he expected to find her. And he did...but not quite the way he'd anticipated. Christy was lying atop the dining room table, one of the long stemmed red roses clenched between her teeth. Blood red rose petals from the rest of the roses he had sent her, were scattered everywhere. Scented candles nearly filled the entire room, accentuating and highlighting Christy's provocatively attired body as she lay on her side, one arm holding her head up in greeting, the other sensuously draped across her tummy, holding out a glass of wine for him as he entered. "I wasn't sure if I went with red or white," she said jokingly. "I decided on the white..." still offering him the glass as he stood there with his mouth open, staring at her. She was wearing a nearly transparent white lace nightgown that did little if anything to conceal her abundant charms. Her long blonde hair cascaded gently down her shoulders, concealing a portion of one, but the other was clearly revealed to his gaze. Beneath the dainty lace pattern, her dark nipple peeking out at him, the outline of her breast, full, heavy...straining against the material of her gown. Brian finally took the glass from her outstretched hand, downing the contents in one quick gulp. He then bent, embracing her, removing the rose from between her lips as he did, and kissing her fully on the mouth. He slowly began to work his way down her body, turning her so that she now lay comfortably upon her back. He kissed each of her eyes, her nose, lingered once again at her lips, before moving down to nibble, suck and kiss her neck and finally that soft portion of flesh that he had only come tantalizingly close to in the past. "Oh Brian...." she breathed. "Make love to me now...please!" He stopped momentarily looking into her soft-featured face. "Before I do...." He began; I want to tell you something." "I already know..." she said. "And I love you too." He said it anyway, telling her he loved her, and then kissed her hard, forcefully...demanding. "Now please....fuck me," she begged him. Brian reached up, undoing the lacy ties of her bodice. Freeing one of her heavy soft breasts, he cupped it in his hand and began to gently tweak the nipple with his tongue, coaxing it to an even greater hardness than it already was. Paying homage to her breasts for a considerable length of time, he finally moved downwards, kissing her flesh through the thin material of her gown, licking flesh when he could, wherever it was exposed. Lifting the bottom of the gown, he revealed her waiting pussy. A small tuft of blonde hair sat just above the slick wet opening of her petaled lips. Drops of female dew glistened on them and in between them. He quickly licked them up with the tip of his tongue, savoring her taste, and delighting in the exotic intoxicating fragrance of her scent. "Oh Brian...yes...yes....YES!" she cried, her head slowly rolling from side to side as she moaned out her pleasures for him. Tattoo Grabbing a chair, he slid it beneath him, sitting down and obscenely spreading her legs. Brian quickly began to dine on the appetizer Christy had laid out for him, chewing, licking, and savoring the succulent juicy tender meat between her thighs. He dined on her with his eyes too. With his fingers, he reached up exposing the hard little nodule, blood engorged and anxiously awaiting his touch. He thumbed it gently, rolling and spreading another drop of her dew upon it and around it, eliciting soft mewling sounds of ecstasy and delight as he did. "Oh Gawd....Oh Gawd...Brian, Brian..." she repeated over and over. He attacked her pussy with a vengeance, spearing her slit with his tongue, lapping at her clitoris with such fury that she screamed out in utter and total delight as his onslaught continued. He brought her to the brink several times before backing off and toying with her, letting her cool slightly before taking her to the edge of climax again. When she could stand it no more, and began pleading with him to make her cum, he did, slowly, tenderly, drawing it out for as long as it was physically possible for him to do, until she exploded in rapturous bliss soaking his face in an over abundance of her juices. Sitting up, his face was still glistening with pussy juice. Christy slid from the table, kneeling before him, undoing his pants and pulling them hungrily down around his ankles. With his hard aching cock freed, Christy engulfed him with her mouth, sucking him, nipping at the soft fleshy sponge of his head, tongue-fucking the tiny eye slit as though it were a miniature cunt. Brian didn't want to cum like this, however. The feeling was too exquisite to allow her to continue for much longer. Reluctantly he reached down to her, forcing her to stand. "I want to make love to you now.", he told her. Once again he kissed her, tasting himself upon her lips, but reveling in the nasty, naughty sensuality of it. Gently he turned her facing once again towards the table, so that he could enter her from behind. Christy happily positioned herself, bending over to accept him, raising her nightgown up and over her ass as she did so. Brian looked down at her lovely ass. A small butterfly tattoo. The body of a tiny nude woman with wings as he looked at it again...staring...unable to move or even speak for a moment until Christy, sensing something was wrong, asked him about it. "Brian? Brian...what's wrong...why'd you stop?" "You were there!" he said accusingly, forcing the words as he spoke them. "Where? Where what? What on earth are you talking about?" she questioned. Brian staggered back collapsing back down into the chair he'd been sitting in. "You know very well what I'm talking about!" he shouted angrily at her. "At the club...at that fucking club!" "What club? Brian...what the hell are you talking about, what is it you're accusing me of?" she demanded now, equally upset, frightened, obviously confused. "I've already fucked you!" he told her. "Remember? In the room with the strobe lights, the mist swirling all around us. You sucked me...then turned and I entered you...saw your tattoo!" Christy's face had turned ashen, then reddened. "My tattoo? Brian....we all have them!" "What?" "The sisters in my Sorority...we all have them. It's been one of our traditions, each of us has gotten the very same tattoo to identify ourselves, and cement our relationships in the Sorority together." Bewildered, Brian simply sat there staring at her, realizing now what he had revealed to her, worse...accusing her when he himself had been there doing what he now knew she hadn't been. "Oh God...Christy, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry!" Brian stood, frantically scrambling to redress, embarrassed as well as afraid for the anger that he knew would soon come as the full realization of what he had done finally sank in. "I'll leave...I won't ever bother you again!" He stammered, unable to look at her, desperate to leave. "It's not all your fault." he heard her say. He did turn, looking at her. Tears flowing freely down her face. "I should have never kept you away from me for as long as I did," she told him. "I love you Brian, nothing has changed, I still love you...and I need you now more than ever. Don't leave me...please, don't leave me now." "I swear Christy...I didn't know. I promise...I promise I will never go there again, I promise I will never be with another woman as long as I live. Please...please forgive me!" he pleaded. "I do..." she said softly. Coming to him, she held onto him tightly. "My sweet, sweet gentle bear," she told him. They stood together for a long time, a very long time, until finally Christy forced him away from her, looking up at him expectantly. "Brian?" "Yes?" "We have some unfinished business to attend to," she said coyly. Christy then turned around presenting herself towards him once again. Lifting her nightgown, she lay down atop the dining room table expectantly...waiting. Brian moved behind her, his prick already hardening with an even greater need for her than before. He bent over, kissing her tattoo, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he did. Standing... he slid into her, meeting her thrusts where they slowly joined in perfect harmony coupled together, moving rapidly towards almost instantaneous bliss. The sound of her orgasm was like music to his ears. Her pleasure was loud and long as she sang out in the joy of her bliss, the surrender of her soul to him. "Thank you....thank you....thank you..." she said over and over and over again. Tattoo This story involves incestuous sex acts between siblings. It also involves a male of larger than average manhood. If that sort of thing upsets you then please look elsewhere for a read. All sex involves characters of age 18 or older. The characters and events are purely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental...you lucky bastard! Don't forget to vote! Hi, I'm Ron, 20 years old and enjoying life on my own. My folks tried to be good parents, but that usually morphed into their being way more strict than they needed to be. On top of that my dad turned into psycho man if you went against his wishes. Three months after turning 18 I graduated high school and turned my part-time computer industry job into a full time position making more than dad did. Hell, I'd been writing programs and developing computer games since I was ten so there was no way they would NOT hire me full time! Mom was shocked and upset that I moved out within one week of graduation. Neither of them knew how much I was making, just that they didn't have to "shell out money" all the time to me. The only thing I missed from home was my younger sister, Tracy, who is two years my junior. We saw each other only on the couple times I dropped by the house to see them each month and the few times dad would grudgingly drive over to my house. Pissed him off that I had bought a nicer house than they had since I was just, in his words, "a snot nosed kid". Tracy turned 18 in January and is struggling to finish high school before leaving home for "someplace sane" as she puts it. It's only March so she has a while to wait yet. I pulled into my driveway after work and a stop at the grocery store on a Friday night. As I grabbed the bags of food and a 30 pack of Bud Light I thought I heard something. I did as Tracy stepped around the corner of my house saying, "Damn, I thought you were never coming home! I've been waiting for nearly two hours and you'd better not be a shit to me as I'm in NO mood for it!" "Hey sis, don't get your panties in a knot!" I said as I managed to give her a half-hug while not dropping my bags and beer. "Lets get inside and I'll put this stuff away while you tell me what's eating you." Well, she silently agreed to that by taking the beer (with a groan) so I could dig out my key. Soon everything was put away so I looked at her and asked, "Do you want a beer? You are 18 aren't you?" "Damn it...don't you start on me too! And yes, I'll take a beer!" She glared at me briefly before softening and saying "Please." I grabbed two beers and guided her to my family room (hell, I call it that even though I'm a family of ONE!) where we sat on the couch, Tracy to my right. "Okay" I said after taking a swig of beer, "what seems to be getting you all riled up?" My sister struggled briefly then finally managed to open her can as she replied, "I am sick of people thinking that I am still a little kid! I'm an adult now for goodness sakes! Last week I asked out this really nice guy in my class and he told me 'Thanks but I don't date girls not in my grade. Too bad you're not two years older!'" She took her first swig of the beer – a big one – and nearly choked gasping "Damn how can you drink this shit?!" "Don't try to down the can in one gulp sis. Small sips are best to start with...later maybe then you can try chugging it but not at first." "Well, I'll try, but I got so pissed talking about that...well SHIT!" Then she took another but smaller drink of beer and gave me an ugly face of disgust. "Damn it's just as bad doing it slowly; how the fuck can you drink this crap?!" I laughed at her before replying, "Like I said, it takes some getting used to. And just when did my gentle little sister become a potty mouth? I don't ever remember hearing you swear before." "I am NOT little! I'm an adult and a woman now...and I don't want to be treated like a little kid by anyone! GOT IT?" "Yeah I got it sis, that's why I offered you the beer because you can now legally drink it. We both know that 18 is the age of adulthood in this state." I looked at her in puzzlement before pushing on, "But you said you are also a woman and...um...to me that...um...means that...um..." Tracy rescued me from my struggles by interrupting with, "Yes brother, I AM a woman! Fully and completely a woman in every sense of the word!" "Jesus sis, I didn't mean to embarrass you," she was beet red, "but again, I had no idea that..." "Well I have...so there!" I took a slow drink of my beer as I looked into her eyes. Finally I pulled down my can and softly said, "Sorry sis, I didn't mean to upset you even though I've been doing that a lot today. What I really meant was that as long as you are okay with that then so am I." "Oh." "You ARE okay with it aren't you?" "Um, yeah. I just...um...was hoping it would be better...you know." "Oh! Gosh, I um...damn it I just...shit, what is a brother to say to that?" We looked at each other and both lifted our beers together. I hoisted mine as if in toast to her and she smiled and lifted hers as well. "Well sis, what did we just toast to?" "To first bumbling fucks and much better ones later in life!" "Here, here!" I replied as I hoisted my can and drained it down. Tracy followed me and when her hand pulled the can from her lips it clanked onto the table as empty as mine had. "Damn sis!" "Don't get me pissed, Ron. More please." "Well, since you said 'please' I suppose so." Instead of just getting two cans I grabbed eight and put six into a small cooler along with enough ice to keep them cold. After putting the cooler on the end table I sat beside her and handed her one. "Thanks bro. I like a man that plans ahead!" "Is it planning or just being lazy?" "You have never been lazy a day in your life and you know it!" Tracy said before grinning at me as her fingers more easily opened her can. We talked for quite a while but still I was in the dark as to why she had been so upset when I got home. It seemed we were skirting the issue. So I pushed her with, "So from what you said, that guy in your class turned you down over a week ago, right? And you gave up your virginity last Saturday so I don't see how either of them could have gotten you as pissed as you were when I got home. Spill it sis, why were you so upset?" "Our damned parents!" she blurted out. "Well, really it was just dad but mom goes along with every thing he says so it would still be both of them!" I just looked at her questioningly and finally she nearly yelled out, "Dad said only sluts and tramps did that!" and she started crying. Quickly I pulled her into my arms and held her as she cried buckets full for several minutes. During that time I cussed myself for thinking about how nice she felt in my arms, her firm tits crushed into my chest and arms tight around me. Her head was to the left of mine so when we pulled back I wiped her tears and kissed her nose with a small smile. As we pulled back further I looked down to my left and said "Nice." "Were you scoping out my tits? Jesus bro, how could you do that to me?" "NO! God no! I was noticing your tattoo; I've never seen it before." "Bullshit!" "Honest! I like the tight design of your tribal band. And the color combination is really great, not too bold but a great match. Any way, what did you do that dad thinks makes you a tramp?" "I got a tattoo! One look at it and he went crazy. I finally had to leave so I came here. While I waited for you I thought about it and thought he might be right." "Huh? How could you think that?" "Well, I got this just before I let him fuck me." I started to say something but she stopped me with her finger on my lips as she went on. "So anyway, right after I get this give up my virginity when I fuck the guy who did it, so I figured that dad might be right and it did make me a slut!" "No way! Besides, it's a really beautiful tat. But I am curious how that could make you jump into the sack with any guy." "Oh, sorry. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was getting really turned on while doing the tattoo so I figured why the hell not. I mean he was cute and muscular and nice enough..." "Hold on sis. Just what kind of pervert gets turned on from putting that on your arm?" Tracy quickly grabbed her beer and swallowed down over half of it while her face turned many shades of red. Finally she stopped drinking and pulled down her can then burped out one that any guy would be proud of. "Oh shit...I'm sorry about that!" "Don't be, comes with the beer free of charge." We both laughed after which she ignored my question for several seconds. I just kept looking at her waiting for my answer. "Oh all right, I'll tell you. But not a word of this to our parents! I mean it, neither of them!" "Deal." "Oh god...it was my second tattoo that got him all worked up. Me too, when I think about it." She squirmed uncomfortably before finally giving me a terrified look as she said, "I got another tattoo...in a much more personal spot!" She looked at me and saw I wanted to know more so her hand slowly moved to her crotch and she said, "It's right here." "No shit! Well hell, no wonder he got all worked up. Most guys would when that close to a, um, well you know." "Nice way to get out of saying it bro. I guess he liked the way my PUSSY looked!" she said shocking me as she had never mentioned the female sex organ to me before...ever. "He looked really excited and with his hands and face, you know, RIGHT THERE! I guess I did too. One thing led to another and soon I had his cock out and then he was inside of me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but my fingers wrapped around it real easily so maybe he wasn't that big." When she said that I spewed beer out my nose nearly choking in laughter. "Holy shit sis, how many beers have you had so far?" "Speaking of which..." she said as she got up and slowly walked out to the kitchen where she filled the cooler and came back carrying it and two more beers. "The answer to your question is 'not enough' dear brother. So you aren't mad at me for getting these tattoos?" "Why should I, it's your body, and as long as you don't end up with hideous designs covering you then go for it. That guy at school might have thought you were too young for him, but I think you are super hot and HE is too immature for you!" "Do you really mean that? Both parts of it?" Tracy looked into my eyes then watched as my eyes slowly scanned down her body and back up till our eyes met once again. I nodded my head and she burst into the biggest grin I had ever seen on her. "What?!?!" "You really did just scope me out! My brother is checking out my body! You are a pervert and you know it!" "Hey I was just trying to answer your question! Besides, you sure seemed to enjoy me looking. I've never seen you grin like that." "So what do you think now?" "Yeah well I'm finding out that my little sister has grown up all of a sudden! I was surprised by the first tattoo, but that second one just blows me away! Wow, sis, I am glad to know the new you!" "I'd say that back at you but you are still my same old brother." "Oh I don't know about that." "What?" "Um...don't tell our folks but I have...I have a tattoo also." "You lie! I've seen you in shorts with no shirt and you do NOT have a tattoo!" "Hey, you are not supposed to see it." "Where is it then, on you ass?" "Hell no." "Hip? Right under your belly button? Oh bull crap, you are kidding me aren't you?" "No sis, it's in nearly the same spot as your second one is," I said as I patted my abdomen just above my cock. Suddenly Tracy clammed up as if pondering this news. We sat there drinking in silence, a fact that escaped me until I took the last two cans from the cooler. Tracy grabbed one from me before I could ask if she wanted one. "Are you sure sis?" "Oh yeah! I need it bad." "You need it for what? Please don't tell me you want to get drunk the first time you have beer." "No Ron, I just need to get my courage up." "For what?" Sis stared at me for what felt like hours before she finally slowly asked, "What is your tattoo about?" "Just some text that means a lot to me." "You're shitting me again, bro. Come on, tell me what it is." "Shit Tracy, you are really crazy tonight. It says 'Holy shit W A C'. It's not real big as I really don't plan on very many people seeing it." "Really? I don't get it, what does 'wac' mean?" "Personal, sis. Besides, you never told me what your second one is." "Oh shit." Tracy looked away and looked very nervous before saying, "Please don't hate me Ron, it says 'Cock goes' and two small arrows point around both sides of my clit to my pussy." "Now it's my turn to tell you that you are lying. You are just trying to poke fun at me for having letters above my crotch." "Nope, I need to pee!" Then she darted faster than I expected on her way to the nearest bathroom. I went to the next one and got rid of my beers then washed my hands before returning to the family room. Shortly Tracy returned and stopped in front of me. "Tell you what bro. I'll show you mine if you show me yours! That way both of us will know who's lying and who isn't." "What?!?!" "If I go first will you promise to go second? I really don't want to feel like a fool if you won't do it." "Oh all right, but you are really crazy." Tracy hesitantly moved her fingers to her belt and slowly undid it as if not sure if she really wanted to go further. Finally she had it undone and then worked on the button. It fought her and then popped open suddenly letting her shorts drop to the floor in a half-second or less. "Shit! I just meant to pull that down a bit," she gasped in shock as I marveled at how sexy my sister's body looked in just her panties and pull-over blouse. "Damn!" I said quicker than I could stop myself. I guess the beers were getting to me as I looked up into her eyes and then slowly scanned down her body and then back up to find her watching me intently. "This time I really was checking out your body and...DAMN you look mighty fine to me!" She let out a gush of air before smiling at me. "Good! I was worried maybe I didn't look very good since I got turned down last week and then when I...never mind." "When you what, sis?" "Damnit! Shit this is embarrassing." It was incredible watching nearly half of her body turn through every known shade of red as she struggled with finishing her tale. She finally stomped her little right foot as she said, "Oh all right...I'll tell you! But don't you dare breathe a word of this to ANYONE! When...when I got my tattoos and I let him...you know...I must not have gotten him very excited after all." "How can that be since you said he was hard in his pants?" "I know...I just...well, like I said, it didn't hurt as much as I expected it to, and he was finished pretty quick. I always thought it would...you know...take longer...be more enjoyable." I tried to get her to explain that but she just kept saying, "Nope, your turn to start stripping down." After the third time I groaned then stood up and dropped my slacks to my ankles. "No fair! Your shirt goes way too far down! Loose it bro." I had seen her scowl before and knew she meant it so I shrugged and quickly unbuttoned three buttons and whipped it over my head then tossed it aside. Now I stood before her in just my boxers with my socks sticking up out of my crumpled pant legs. "Happy now?" "Shit bro, when did you get muscular? Damn you look better than any guy at school!" Tracy blushed again as she realized just what she had said, I too blushed and said, "Well thanks sis, now how about showing me what I've been waiting for." "Oh gosh...here goes." With that she looped her thumbs inside the waist band of her panties and slowly pushed it lower and lower. She stopped when two words came into view. "There...now show me yours." Instead I stared for several moments at the delicate lettering that appeared against her alabaster skin. Tracy finally got my attention with a giggle and a clearing of her throat, to which I replied, "Nice sis, that is very nice." My hands carefully pulled my boxers down over my hips until the words 'HOLY SHIT' appeared along with the tops of three letters below them. I stopped there and my boxers clung to my hips just barely. "There you go sis. However I can't seem to see any arrows pointing anywhere." She flicked her eyes from my crotch to my face and back for several seconds before grabbing her beer and taking a pretty good sized gulp. "Not yet Ron, I haven't seen all of those letters yet." Then she reached out quickly and gave my boxers a tug from each side, baring my entire tattoo along with the start of my cock which thus far was behaving itself. Tracy let go of my boxers and looked at my entire tattoo for maybe three seconds before to my dismay, my boxers slipped completely off of me and dropped onto my slacks around my ankles. Tracy's eyes dropped to my cock and grew huge as she gasped, "Oh god! I'm so sorry, I didn't...I never...oh shit!" Her hands dropped to my ankles and tried to grasp my boxers so she could pull them up. Instead she tugged at them making me shake and move unsteadily before her so that when she looked up towards my face all she noticed was my six inch soft cock hanging between my legs. Her mouth opened several times but no words came from her, only a sort of gasping sound. After about fifteen seconds I broke her trance by asking, "Well, can you see all of the letters now?" Her eyes blinked and still looking at my cock limp she said, "Huh, what Ron?" Then her eyes shot up about four inches so she could finally look at my tattoo and her eyes slowly moved as she took in the entire thing, both the arch of the two words as well as the three letters below them. With a shake of her head she finally stood back up (leaving my boxers at my feet) and said "It's sort of plain, don't you think?" As the letters were just plain and looked sort of like large print in a book, she had a point. "Nobody that's seen it before has felt that way. However, it is your turn again as I need arrows." Both of us grabbed our beers and took big gulps while Tracy kept looking at my cock...um, tattoo. Our eyes met and she gave me a sort of smile then her eyes again went towards my crotch. "I don't think this is fair, Ron," she said before her hands whipped her blouse over her head and tossed it over with my shirt. "It's only fair Ron, now be quiet," she said as her fingers unhooked the front clasp then let her bra drop to the floor. Her eyes were locked onto mine watching my reaction while I stared at her perfect firm 34B tits capped with bright pink circles. I have no idea how long she waited but I dropped my gaze when I noticed her hands push her panties over her hips and then let them drop to her feet. "God that is really nice Tracy. No wonder he got so hot, you are a really well put together woman." My eyes slowly moved back up to her face as I breathlessly took in all – and I do mean ALL – of her new womanly charms. Her eyes were still locked onto my own as she softly asked, "So tell me Ron, what do the letters stand for?" "The first time I ever had sex was with the mother of one of my buddies. God she was such a MILF then! Anyway, the fourth time she came she screamed quite loudly, 'Holy shit...what a cock!'" "Stop right there Ron," Tracy interrupted. "How sound asleep were you when you had this dream about you making somebody cum FOUR times? Come on now, be honest with me." Our eyes were still locked together so I knew Tracy was oblivious to the effect her awesome naked body had on my prick. So I went on, "I'm trying to be. Anyway I really liked it when she yelled that out and by the time we stopped she had came at least six times really hard. So I figured if I could do that the first time I fucked a woman then I might as well remember what she said. Tattoo "So I got the tattoo from a young gal who also wanted to know what it meant. After I told her she went out and locked up her shop and told me to prove it. Humility insists that I just say that I did." "You are so full of shit. At least the guy I fucked got hard, even if he was a bit smaller than you are. I don't see how those two women would think that about........OH.......MY....GOD......RON!" By then her eyes had dropped back down to my cock which was now rock hard pointing straight out about 10 inches from my body. Her eyes quickly moved between my cock and my face several times as she choked on what ever words she tried to say. "Are you okay?" Her eyes looked into mine for about five seconds before they dropped to my cock and grew to about twice their size. "Wh...what happened...how did...where...oh my god that's huge!" She didn't look at me as she softly asked, "Does.....does that hurt....you know....when it gets like this?" "Only if there's no way to take care of things," I said before realizing what that implied. Her eyes shot to my face and back to my cock as she went on, "But you weren't like this before. What made you...um...you know?" "Gosh Tracy, when I see a nude super hot female this thing does what it wants to, no matter what I do to stop it." "You think I'm hot?" "Oh hell no, I KNOW you are hot! And this damned thing proves it." "What are you going to do to make it go back down?" "Um I'm not sure, but I'll be back in a while." Tracy reached out and grasped my cock firmly with her right hand, her fingers not meeting around my shaft, as she said, "Oh I don't think you need to go anywhere. If the two of us work together I'm sure it will go down. Sometime." I nearly shit as she slowly went to her knees before me. "Tracy, you don't need to....oh shit Tracy.....oh god that feels good!" I said as she got into position and then slurped about four inches of my shaft into her mouth. Her eyes moved up to meet mine and she looked at me with the most incredible combination of love and lust that I had ever seen. Her eyes remained locked onto mine as she pushed forwards until my tip reached her throat's entrance and she began to gag. I tried to stop her but she just moved back a bit and then let her tongue work over my shaft every where it could reach. Somehow we worked together as her hands removed my shoes, socks and other clothes from my feet and legs. As she twisted her face to each side to let her tongue reach every spot on my cock I gasped "Oh god that feels good!" Her hands moved to my stomach and pushed as she guided me to sit on the couch behind me. "There, that will make this easier," she said just before she pushed down onto me as I again tried to enter her tight throat. My eyes closed as she did that, then I felt her pull off of me and kiss my tip quickly. I felt movement and before my eyes opened felt her placing her pussy right over my rock hard shaft. "No Tracy!" I cried out just before she dropped down onto me about five inches. "Holy shit that's big," she gasped as her pussy stopped about half way down. Her hips moved in a circular motion making each of us groan at the wonderful sensations of pleasure. After about six full circles Tracy started lifting up about two inches or so and then dropping back down onto me. I gave up trying to stop her and decided that if she really wanted to do this then I was going to make it good for her. My hips began moving up in time with her downward thrusts and soon she was taking all but two or so inches of my cock into her super tight pussy. I had been watching her pussy work my shaft but finally my eyes moved up to her face. It was then I realized she too was watching our bodies move together. My finger lifted her chin and when she looked at me I said, "Oh god Tracy, I love you so much! Your pussy feels so good around me." I would have said more but she locked lips with me allowing our tongues to duel frantically from mouth to mouth, another thing I never expected to do with her. Her body was still trying to rise and fall on my shaft in time with my hips movements even as our kiss intensified. Suddenly I felt her body tense then her head shot back and she cried out, "OH MY GOD! Oh god I'm cumming! Oh my god DON'T STOP!" Her hips were a blur as she rapidly rocked them front to back while keeping about seven inches buried inside of her. Her climax went on for about 30 seconds, her muscles super tight and her breath coming in sharp gasps. Finally her passion abated and her body slowed to a stop, our bodies now totally still outside of hers trying to slip further onto my shaft. "Holy shit," she said softly, "it wasn't like this last Saturday." Her body shuddered above me as she groaned out, "Oh please just hold me, god this feels so good like this. Thanks, I just...oh god, I shouldn't compare but my god that was so good. You don't cum very much but being like this is really nice. That other guy just pulled out of me and pulled his pants up." "You know we shouldn't have done this, don't you?" I asked. "Maybe not, but I sure am glad we did. You made me cum so hard, something I thought I had done the first time! Now I know I was just getting close to cumming the first time. What are you doing? Really Ron you don't have to do that. I told you I all ready came...oh god did I cum!" "For this being your idea sis, you sure didn't pay attention." "What...what did I miss? Oh god bro that feels nice but you really don't need to do that." "Have you figured out why you say I don't cum very much?" "Oh god bro, stop doing that. I might want to continue this and that would leave me unhappy when you go soft like he did. And what are you talking about?" I gave her a kiss then held her face so we were face to face with about three inches between our noses. "First my beautiful sister, I don't want to hear about that guy again! Got it? Good, second I didn't 'cum very much' because I haven't yet." "But that was so incredible! How could you NOT have cum? My god I know my pussy gripped you so tight." "Yes it did, and I loved it." She kissed me quickly then, her tongue reaching deeply into my mouth before she stopped it and leaned back. "Thanks, I love you too. Here's the deal. Do you remember my tattoo, sort of what got us into this situation? Okay, do you remember when she cried out that phrase?" "You mean you HAVEN'T cum yet!? Oh god bro, fuck me some more! Oh god I want you to make me feel better than she did!" Tracy wrapped her arms around me tightly and resumed working her pussy hard on my cock, as if in search of an instant climax. Grabbing her hips I got her to stop while I said, "Hold on sis, we need to get comfortable." Her pussy gave me a tight squeeze as she said, "Oh gosh I am SOOOOOO comfortable right now!" "Damn sis, that is tight! Anyway, trust me; my bed is much more comfortable." She groaned and started to move off of me but I just grabbed her and held her tight to me as I carefully stood up and stepped towards my bedroom. "Ron? Damn it, don't hurt yourself!" Tracy said quickly as I took more steps. "Oooooooo this feels good. Oh fuck yes, I like this." I was nearing the end of a 60 to 70 foot walk when Tracy moved her nose right up to mine and began working her hips like wild on me. Just as I turned into my bedroom she gasped "Oh my god I'm going to cum again! Oh god...oh god...oh my god YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Her body continued pounding onto my shaft as she turned her face and locked her lips to mine in our most passionate kiss ever. Her body soon came to a stop, then her legs loosed around my hips before they just slid down until they hung limp along my own, her feet about 9 inches off the floor. Her arms held tight around my neck and her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck while she tried to regain her breath. Certain she was all right; I resumed walking to my bed, her body twitching to each step. Just before I moved onto the bed my sis lifted up and gave me a soft kiss, our eyes locked the entire time. Finally I had knee walked to the center of my king-sized bed and gently laid her onto her back with my cock firmly wedged within her puffy pussy lips. "Trust me bro, I am NOT complaining, but how can you still be single? Do you only fuck married women?" I laughed making her gasp at the sensations that sent into her sex, then I said, "No sis, I've only been with three married women. But there are several single gals that didn't take it very well when I told them we were finished. Guess I just haven't met the right woman yet." Tracy's eyes had been scanning my body as I spoke, finally stopping at our joined sex. "Am I seeing correctly, is there dry cock sticking out of me?" I nodded yes and she said, "Pull it out a few inches...okay, stop right there. Are you kidding me, you make me cum super hard twice and I still haven't had all of you inside of me? How can that be?" "Don't worry sis, most of those others couldn't get all of me inside either, including two of the MILFs. Don't let it bother you as both of us will really enjoy this anyway." "Well that may be but I want you to try to get fully within me. Promise me?" "Okay, it's a promise." I emphasized my words by quickly pulling nearly out of her and then slamming into her as hard as I could, getting just a bit deeper. Each of us gasped then and all talk ceased. Supporting myself on my outstretched arms I began slamming my shaft into her at about one full thrust every five seconds, the last two inches super hard. Each time my stroke reached its deepest my sister gasped as she watched my cock penetrate her over and over. Slowly I picked up the pace and after about ten minutes I was pounding her with about two thrusts each second. Tracy had grown silent, just a few moans of pleasure while her eyes moved from my cock to my face and back several times. I grabbed her legs and lifted them up to rest them on my shoulders, thus getting an even better angle to plunge into her. "OH my god you feel so good," she gasped the first time I pumped my shaft into her like this. "Oh fuck you are so big!" she groaned on my fifth entry in this position. Two more thrusts and her eyes shot wide open as I crushed her clit between us. "Oh god YES! Fuck me! Fuck me with your entire huge cock! OH GOD THAT'S SO GOOD!" I glanced down and saw that indeed my entire cock was gaining entry to her super tight pussy. Damn she felt so good around me as her pussy muscles spasmed and twitched around my happy shaft. After about three more minutes she swung her legs off of my shoulders and wrapped them around my ass again. With each thrust into her she tightened her legs onto me driving me even deeper. Her face contorted fiercely and she gasped "Oh god don't stop! Don't stop Ron. OH PLEASE GOD DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME OH MY GOD DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!" Her orgasming body was jerking beneath me, her stomach looking like it had an alien inside trying to escape. On the third time she cried out not to stop my balls exploded and the first of many huge ropes of cum shot into her where it drilled instantly into the deepest wall of her pussy. Both of us groaned and gasped in the knowledge that we were cumming together for the first time. Her climax ended first but by the time I was finished pumping into her she was starting back up the slope of pleasure towards another climax. So I just kept right on slamming in to her with everything I had. About six minutes later she cried out "Oh fuck yes! OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT WHAT A COCK! Oh my god yes," as her climax washed through her once more. I've had many a pussy clamp onto me in climax, but on this one my sister out did them all as in about two seconds I went from being well drained to blasting her full once more with several huge ropes that came from some previously untapped sperm pool. Tracy's arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me down to her for a tight hug and an intense kiss. All the while her pussy spasmed around me and my cock and balls throbbed crazily. Her body was still shaking as she finally loosened her hold and stopped kissing me. I lifted up to look at her and gasped, "Oh god sis, did I hurt you" as I saw her tear streaked face beneath me. Through her sobs she managed to wipe her tears and say, "Oh god I love you so much! NO brother you did not hurt me. You gave me the fucking of the century but that felt really good!" She then kissed my relieved face and gave my cock another super tight squeeze. "Jesus sis, how do you get so tight?" "I go to an aerobics class three times a week and the women all giggle when we do this one exercise. I asked the instructor about it and she told me that some day I would make some guy very happy if I kept at it. Guess this is what she meant by that," and she gave me another squeeze. "Oh fuck sis..." "We did that." "...my god that is so good. Oh god," I said and then suddenly began pounding her faster than I had ever pumped my shaft into any woman before. I didn't know my hips could move that fast but about two minutes later Tracy cried out gibberish as we came together again. This time I only managed four good sized ropes and then some dribbles, but neither of us complained. When my body came to a stop I noticed that Tracy had wrapped her arms and legs around me so tight that she was hanging from me, her body not in contact with the bed at all. As I looked down her floating body I noticed several times it shivered, as if cold, accompanied with a gasp or sigh. She squeezed her pussy onto me once more making my cock throb several times and she softly said, "You need a new tattoo. The one you have is such an understatement!" Then her arms slowly loosened and her torso eased down till her shoulders were on the bed. Then her legs loosened and her lower half followed along as she settled onto the bed with her arms and legs sprawled out to the sides. "I hope you won't get mad bro, but I am totally fucked out now. Can we just cuddle like I thought we were so long ago?" "Hey miss super tight pussy, I could never be mad at you for saying that. You've more than taken care of my hard-on." "Still feels pretty hard to me." "Give it a minute or two, trust me sis, you fucked me out too." "I hope so. I'd hate to feel like this and know that I hadn't gotten you off." We looked at her entrance where my cum coated cock poked out of her. "You were right, you do cum by the gallon. I'm not on the pill." I didn't miss a beat as I gave her a quick kiss then said, "Okay, do you want a boy or a girl?" Her face broke into the largest smile I had ever seen on it before she gave me another hug and kiss. "God I love my brother so much!" she said rapidly. "I'm just kidding you. I've been on the pill for three years now. Guess I'll find out if those things really work or not though as this is THE time of the month." "You're too much sis." I told her as I slowly pulled out of her. The moment my tip exited her, a river of sperm poured from her and ran down her ass crack. "Jesus bro!" she gasped as she leaned up and looked down at her leaking pussy. Her right hand scooped up some of my cum and pulled it to her mouth where she took a timid taste of it. "Hmmm, not bad." she said before licking her hand clean and then going back for more. I watched in amazement as she managed to get most of what had poured from her lips. Finally satisfied that she had gotten it all she looked into my eyes and said, "Next time, I want to get it from the source. I've never done that before." "You don't have to do that. Besides I'm not sure you can handle it." "I didn't say I HAD to. I WANT to. And trust me I WILL handle it, ALL of it! No matter how many times I need to attempt it before I prove that I CAN do it!" Then she gave me a long tender kiss as she guided me to lie next to her. We snuggled together and softly talked for several minutes before we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. ********** So I woke up after about 4 hours. The first thing I knew was my head was still feeling the beers. The second thing I knew was my cock was being gently squeezed by something...make that someone! My eyes shot open and I looked down to see my sister's arm looped around from behind me, and her hand holding my three-quarter hard shaft as she gently closed and then opened her grip. 'Holy shit,' I thought, 'I fucked MY SISTER!" Well I knew I had to get away from her because I enjoyed fucking her. Hell, I knew that I LOVED it! She was the best fuck I had ever had! Very slowly and carefully I eased away from her and slid off the bed. I walked through my house cussing myself out and soon just walked naked out into my back yard and dove into my swimming pool to clear my head. SHIT was that cold! Sure I live in the desert, but in early spring that water is barely 50 degrees Fahrenheit. I surfaced taking a huge gulp of air to replace what shot out of me just after breaking the water's surface as I dove in; then I swam six shivering laps before deciding I could get out. I grabbed a towel from the patio closet and dried off as I wondered what to do about Tracy. Oh sure, she was into it just like I was, but I knew that was the beers screwing with her judgment. In the morning I knew she would hate me for doing that to her. Brothers DON'T fuck their sisters! After mulling it over for a while I realized I was wide awake, so I made some coffee. Then I grabbed my laptop and sat down to write everything down (is that the correct term when using a PC?) before I forgot everything. I've been typing for nearly 2 ½ hours and have retyped several things to make them clearer and more accurate. The coffee has long since been drunk but I am finally finished with my tale. I just hope I didn't really screw up last night when... "TRACY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I looked around my laptop to see my sister sitting in the dark between my legs with my rapidly hardening cock in her mouth. "Well my wonderful brother, I was trying to say good morning to you without interrupting your work, (I'm always working on my laptop). Now just go back to work so you can finish up by the time I finish you up!" Then she inhaled my shaft to the back of her throat once more and tried driving it deeper without success. Damn that felt good as she worked her tongue like crazy on me. "I thought you'd be mad at me for what I did to you last night," I said to my unseen sister. 'POP' went her lips as she pulled off of me and looked around the screen. "Why would I be mad at you? I had the best experience of my life last night thanks to you! There's no way I could be mad about that." "But you're my sister!" "Sure shit, and YOU are my BROTHER! Doesn't do anything to what the two of us did last night, except make it even better! Now would you go back to work so I can get back to my job here?" She had been stroking my cock as she spoke but suddenly her head disappeared and then heaven once more surrounded my cock with her mouth's warmth and moisture. So here I sit, acting like I'm working while my sister blows my cock and my mind. She pulled off of me suddenly (her throat had been being put to the test several times) and she asked, "Hey bro, could you move that for a minute, I need to try something?" So I slid the PC over to the arm of my easy chair for her. God her smile back at me made my heart melt, then she slipped her lips around my cock and just pushed forward until nearly 9 inches of my cock was in her mouth and down her throat. "Oh god!" I gasped and looked at her in shock while she looked at me with love shining out of her eyes. She pulled back and moved back onto me about the same depth making me cry out, "Oh my god that feels so good! Oh god sis!" I have had blowjobs where the gal took my entire shaft down her throat, not many but some. But not one of them felt like this! How she worked her tongue like she was on nearly every bit of my cock that was within her mouth I shall never know, all I know is it felt better than any previous blowjob I had ever gotten. Just when I KNEW it couldn't get better than it was she pulled back a few inches and then shoved forward until her chin was crushing my balls and her nose was pressed into my abdomen, a fact that made me shake in surprise and pleasure that she was causing. Tattoo After pulling nearly off of me and then taking my cock fully down her throat about five times Tracy pulled off of me fully and sat back on her tucked under feet. I looked at her and watched her face grow into a huge grin of achievement, then she said, "See, I told you I WOULD do it for you! Now give me about fifteen seconds and then get that laptop back over so you can finish up. Oh, and just so you know, I love you so much bro!" Before I could say anything she had my cock inside her mouth and then it was soon fully down her throat once more. She then surprised me once more as her body lowered back down and therefore pulled my cock down so if it wasn't down her throat would have been aimed at the TV across the room. "Oh fuck yeah," I gasped and then she winked as if in signal. I moved the PC back into position while sis loved my cock fully like that by holding it down every time she pulled nearly off of me. Since she moved down like that I have struggled to write anything down that made sense, only to find that the back space key works quite well. I know I'm getting close and I don't know if she realizes what is coming (pardon the pun) her way. Twice I stopped typing and moved my hands down to her but she shook her head each time and pushed my hands back up to the keyboard. Now she is pushing all the way down and slowly pulling back off of me while twisting her head thus allowing her tongue to easily reach every spot on my very stimulated cock. Oh my god this feels so good. Her fingers are digging into my thighs, as she uses the no-hands approach to giving head. This means also that she isn't pulling as far back as it is just her mouth that keeps my cock pulled down between my legs like it is. I notice that my moans of pleasure are being drowned out by those of my sister. Are you kidding me? She's really going to get off on giving me a blowjob? After another two minutes I feel my balls roll in readiness for the soon to occur explosion. My sister groans harder as her fingers dig deep into my legs. Holy fuck she's going to make me cum without stopping for a breath! "Oh god sis!" I cry out. "Oh holy fuck you're doing me so damned good! Oh god here it cums," I yell as my cock gives a mighty lurch and fourkl odulehj fousk goskr lo dfid gfoiff! *********** Ah good, this thing still works! It fell to the floor when I lost it and came HARD blasting the most cum I had ever shot out in my life, sending it straight down my sister's throat. Well not all of it went straight down. As I was nearing the end she pulled back and worked my tip so effectively that I found another three large ropes of cream to give her. I'll never know how she did that without using her hands but my god I am so glad she did. Also I have no idea what I was trying to say when my typing went to shit just before I dropped my laptop. After giving up on remembering I decided to leave it as I typed it. We then................sorry, I just told her I'd be right there as soon as I finish my 'work'. Okay, so it's been nearly four hours since I dropped this PC, my sister has fucked the living shit out of me while I have fucked the living shit out of her! It's been one hell of a morning! We took about an hour break for a shower, (yeah, so we fucked there too) and then had breakfast. Damn she is a good cook. Tracy is begging me to hurry up as she wants me to fuck her last remaining hole. I don't know how she will handle my cock up her ass but then she has managed it in two other holes with no problem. Damn, her she comes and she looks like she means business. Sorry to end so soon but I've got to go!