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                          THE GIRL WITH THE TATTOOS

     Had open innocent grey-green eyes and freckles everywhere, and pert little
breasts that pressed hard little nipples against the satin blouse she wore.  On
her  hands  were  many  silver  rings,  and peeking from her blouse was a large
flower tattoo that I imagined painted  most  of her left breast.   She wore too
much cheap makeup,  and there were small scars bruises on  her  freckled  legs.
There was something in her eyes,  submission mixed with eagerness, that made me
wonder how her face would look in orgasm.   She flirted openly,  and so I asked
her  to  dinner.    As we faced each other across the small table she must have
read my mind,  as she delicately asked my sexual preferences.   I kept catching
her looking at me,  and by  the  time  we  left,   it  was a problem to keep my
erection from showing.

     We went to her place.   Her roommate and  the  roommate's  boyfriend  were
there.   The tattooed girl said hello to him and kissed him, and for a moment I
felt a pang of jealousy, for it was too long and too hot for just friends.  But
when  she introduced her roommate to me,  the roommate followed their precedent
and kissed me.   It was  a  heated  kiss,   as  though  she were trying to draw
something out of me;  her lips parted and I felt her hips  move  against  mine.
When the introductions were over, I was breathing heavily.

     We  sat facing on a pair of couches.   I asked the tattooed girl where the
picture on her chest ended.   "Want to see ?", she asked, and began to unbutton
her shirt.  She pulled it open to reveal a well-rendered surreal serpent on the
background of freckles that faded away  on her soft smooth breasts.   Its head,
the part that showed  above  her  blouse,   was  a  flower;   the  tail  was  a
bronze-scaled  coil that wrapped her breast.   The end of the serpent was drawn
on the aureole,  as though trying to titillate the upturned nipple.   "She drew
it",  she informed me, smiling at her girl friend.   "She'll paint you, too, if
you want".    While  I  was  absorbed  in  studying  the  artwork  and its soft
background, the roommate opened her guy's shirt and, after some hesitation, his
pants as well.   She stood him up and slipped his pants and underwear down.  On
the front of his hip,  where a bathing suit would hide  it,   began  a  similar
serpent,   except  with the head of a bronze penis.   The tail zigzagged to the
base of his cock and faded out  halfway down it.   She touched the underside of
his cock and smiled.   The effect was a two-headed snake,  one end of which was
now rising in small steps.   He was staring at the tattooed girl's chest,   and
the girls were appraising his stiffening penis.  "Let's go to the pool", one of
them said.  It was late, and they knew we would be alone there.

     So  we all removed our clothes,  the girls looking carefully at me.   They
gave me a spare suit.  It was specially made: split up one side and held closed
with Velcro.   It could be opened  and  would  hang on one thigh while allowing
total freedom.   The girls' tops had a similar design;  the straps  crossed  in
front, and were fastened there with Velcro to the cups, so the straps stayed at
their necks for easy refastening.   The roommate whispered something to Tattoo,
and she giggled and put her hand to her bush,  and smiled and nodded.   The guy
and I had to tie towels around our waists to cover our hard-ons, but finally we
were ready for the short walk to the pool.

     The  familiar  scent  of chlorine and the hot still night relaxed me,  but
wondering what was to come kept me  excited.    We swam for a short time.   The
pool had steps at the shallow end in a corner,  where we sat waist-deep in  the
warm water, the girls next to each other at the intersection.   In the rippling
dim  light  reflected from the pool,  they stared at one another.   They pulled
open each other's tops and moved  very  close until their hard nipples touched,
without speaking.   Their nipples were stiff enough to see the depression  made
in their soft breasts when they pressed together.   I slid closer to Tattoo and
kissed  her  shoulder.    The  flower-serpent  seemed to be constricting on the
roommate's compact breast.  She pressed her head against mine, but kept looking
at her friend.   The other guy  had  opened his girl's bottoms and was stroking
her pubic hair.   Her nipples were smaller than Tattoo's, tight little buttons.
As he touched her,  they puckered harder.   I turned my  attention  to  Tattoo,
stroking her,  pulling her bottoms open,  petting her ass, sliding against her.
When I looked up,  the other couple had moved;  she sat facing away from him on
his legs,  ass thrust backwards,  while he leaned against the wall of the pool.
His eyes were closed, but hers were sparkling.  Supported by the water, she was
subtly moving against him, a little farther back with each motion.  A small jar
was  open on the poolside.   I realized it was a jar of Vaseline,  and that she
was slowly working her anus onto his hard cock, just under the water.  Her eyes
began to close, and though they were leaning apart, they seemed to be cuddling.


     Tattoo turned to look at me.   She looked down and pulled the velcro on my
suit to free  my  straining  penis,   and  then  looked  straight into my eyes,
questioning.   I turned her around to lean on the edge of the pool where it was
shallow enough that the water did not cover our genitals.   Her softly  rounded
buttocks gleamed in the dim light.  "Watch me" she said to her girl friend, and
I  turned her a bit so the others could have a good view.   Now she reached for
the jar,  put a large dab on her middle finger, and reached around to lubricate
her anus well.  Her finger circled the tight opening, then dipped expertly into
it for a moment,  like lips  licking freshly-made whipped cream from the spoon.
She reached back to me,  touching  my  hard  cock,   caressing  the  head  with
Vaseline,   and  urging me forward.   I held her hips and let her hand guide my
movements.   The hole was very tight at first,  but she motioned me to press it
rhythmically,  and as I worked it began to loosen,  allowing the end of my cock
to finally enter her.   She began to pant, and pulled me toward her more.  In a
sudden thrilling stroke,  I felt her open and slip around the head of my penis,
holding me in a tight pulsating grip.

     The others had moved to the  deeper  water.   The roommate had wrapped her
legs around her lover's so as to hold herself backward to him,  fully inserted.
They were looking at Tattoo's ass with my cock buried halfway in the  delicious
opening.    While  the  guy  worked slowly within her,  the roommate walked him
closer and reached out to place her palm on Tattoo's ass.  Now she reached over
it to hold it with  both  hands,   staring  with  loving fascination at my cock
moving slowly in the throbbing hole.  She pulled Tattoo's ass apart so we could
all see the contractions that squeezed me.   She  laid  her  face  on  Tattoo's
ass-cheek and reached under to titillate my balls,  feel my cock, feel Tattoo's
anus squeezing, and finally to caress her clitoris.

     Now  with  one  hand  holding  the  base of my penis and the other rubbing
Tattoo we began to work in earnest.    Tattoo  began to moan softly and the guy
began to move more quickly,  causing the roommate to  breathe  faster  and  rub
Tattoo harder.   I could feel Tattoo opening up,  loosening the grip on my cock
as  her throbbing quickened.   My orgasm was building closer,  and so was hers.
The guy groaned as he began  to  pump  semen into the roommate,  who slumped on
Tattoo but kept rubbing.   Tattoo's grasp on me yawned very loose,  and I  knew
she was going to cum as I did,  throbs mixed with throbs,  the roommate feeling
my  penis  and  Tattoo's anus while we came,  semen oozing in large drools from
her, lubricating her more, making it easy to slide and feel the strong, vibrant
contractions.

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     Later,  we relaxed at the apartment.   It wasn't late, and none of us felt
the need to dress.   Tattoo's roommate was squirmy, not having cum in the pool,
but her boyfriend and I were spent.  "We won't let it go to waste", Tattoo told
her, and went to the bedroom.   When she returned, she was carrying a very long
double dildo and the small jar of  Vaseline.   So the girls arranged us at each
end of the couch so they could recline on us,  lying crotch to  crotch.    With
Tattoo's  head on my chest,  I had a beautiful view of her roommate's still-wet
pussy as she worked her end of the dildo in.  Soon both the girls' pussies were
contentedly suckling the dildo as  they  rubbed  their clits.   I lifted one of
Tattoo's legs up high so I could touch her anus.  As I did, she snuggled closer
and nodded her head.   With a slight pressure,   the  already-loosened  opening
accepted my finger.   "You need to catch up to us",  she told her roommate, who
muttered  "mm-hmm"  and pressed harder on herself.   The guy was squeezing both
her nipples hard,  now in  time  to  her  hip  motions.   A few more moments of
masturbation and her pussy was contracting strongly on the rubber,  leaving  it
slick and wet when her contractions forced some of it outward.

     For  me,   that  was the end of my relaxing.   I had to shift Tattoo so my
rising penis could escape.   I guided her off the dildo, and rolled her over so
she was crouched facing  the  way  she  had  been,   and  moved her back to her
roommate.   Her lovely ass moved proudly as her vagina regained the comfort  of
the rubber device which communicated her friend's motions,  her hands under her
to masturbate.   I kneeled behind her, over the dildo, which was long enough to
allow my presence.  I placed the head of my penis at her anus, still lubricated
and, at its center, wet from my earlier cum.   It began to yield as before, but
this time more quickly,  ready to open for me as I pressed slightly harder with
each stroke.   Soon it engulfed the entire head,  Tattoo murmuring contentment.
As  I  stroked her with slight motions,  more pressure than moving,  I felt her
orgasm begin,  a continuation of her earlier throbs.   There was no preliminary
crescendo,  just continuing squeezes on me  as I worked deeper.   As we enjoyed
ourselves,  we sensed the other couple leaving the couch to Tattoo and  me  and
the dildo.

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     Then  we  males had an idea.   The other couple sat facing us on the other
couch.   We sat the girls on our laps, facing away so we could watch them while
we all made love.  Tattoo and I studied the ridged underside of the guy's penis
standing straight up, engulfed in waves by an already dripping vagina.   And he
watched intently as Tattoo slid herself onto me, her warmth a rolling heat wave
down my cock.   Now,  as Tattoo and I took turns toying with Tattoo's clitoris,
the other couple put on a show.   She  raised herself so about half of his cock
showed,  and began to stroke it with her hand.   On each stroke she touched her
own clit briefly,  but she was working mainly on him.   Her eyes were on Tattoo
and me; she was interested in our reaction.   She raised more,  masturbated his
cock until he was quite hot,  then lowered herself  onto  him  to  prolong  the
ecstasy.   She stroked up & down with her body a few times,  then again lifted.
With  both  hands  she urged his explosion,  the head of his cock firmly within
her, but most of the shaft exposed for Tattoo and me to observe.  Tattoo gasped
as his penis contracted and began to  throb.   Soon his semen began to run down
over his testicles, and she reached to push the precious lubricant to her clit.
Before he had finished,  she too was cumming on him,  slumping forward  to  our
applause.

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     A  shaft of sunlight in my eyes half awakened me.   Tattoo lay facing away
from me in her bed,  sleeping  soundly.    I carefully pulled the sheet down to
look at her in the light.   Now I saw that she had  shaved  her  anus  (or,   I
thought  jealously,   more  likely  someone else had that pleasure).   It still
retained in its tiny folds some  of  the  lubricant from the night before,  and
there was a dried trail of my semen leading from it.   As I lay there  admiring
her  softly rounded form,  she began to stir in her sleep,  moving to press her
rear against me.   Warmed, I dozed.  I awoke with a morning erection and Tattoo
staring at it.   Sleepily she rolled away, then heaved toward me.   I turned on
my side to meet her.   She  reached  to  her  anus to test its slickness with a
finger.   Apparently it was sufficient,  because she moved closer and used  her
hand  to  lift  her  buttocks  apart.    I  placed my penis at the now familiar
opening,  and she began slowly and  sleepily  to rock her hips,  just enough to
apply light pressure.   The sun had moved;  now it  illuminated  our  point  of
meeting,   making  clear the contours of her flesh as it yielded to each of her
movements.   She sighed as she lengthened  her  strokes to press the head of my
rock-hard penis into herself.  Soon we were again connected as we had been, but
with a sleepy gentleness overlaying our subdued excitement.

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