The Story of My Tattoo

Another one hundred dollar bill lay on the table and this other shorter boy on the couch. I remembered getting up on my knees this time, and again putting my mouth over this cock. It was thicker. I had never been around more than one cock at a time, and the ability to compare was very very weird to me. It tasted different. He smelled different, the hairs of his cock were shorter. And I began to bob my head up and down in his lap. He lay his hand on my head and stroked my hair. I really liked the way he stroked my hair, soft almost reverential.

Jessica began to rub my back again - *what I wanted* - and I scootched back so I was closer to her. She also started to rub my feet. I must have kicked my shoes off. Her hands were sliding up my calves and then she was stroking my thighs, her soft fingers on my skin. It felt so good! I could feel myself tingling between my legs, I could feel myself getting wet and I was letting my ass rise and fall as I sucked on this cock. I could feel her touching my panties, tracing her fingers along the hem right at the crook of my puss and thigh, she was lightly rubbing my ass and then she was rubbing my back again. I could feel the cum rush into my mouth as she touched my panties again. I was feeling dizzy from her touch, and I lifted my head up just then as she cupped her hand right over my pussy and I felt the cum squirting out. It got all over him. It ran down his leg, got on his pants. I had a streak on my cheek. It was in my hair.

I said, “Sorry.”

His mouth was held open, he looked like he was panting, and he just got up closing his pants and disappeared.

I set myself up again on the couch, settled my back against the rear cushion and felt so horny. My pussy was so wet and I wriggled around on the cushion, it felt like it was itching. I drank from another glass and looked at Jessica. Her cheeks were red and mottled, and I took her hand, leaned over and began to kiss her.

She melted. I was kissing her there on the sofa and could feel hands on my body. Matthew who had been watching me was unzipping my skirt. I looked back at him and he was tugging my skirt down my legs and I let one leg drop off the sofa and lifted my other leg, helping him. I was just in socks, panties and my top now. The sofa felt sticky on my skin. I continued to kiss Jessica, and she held my chin in her hand. I touched her breasts through her top. I had never touched another woman’s breasts before, they felt like mine.

Matthew was rubbing his hands between my legs over my panties and I know they were soaked. I rubbed myself back against him and felt him rise up on the sofa. He was opening his pants. I looked back.

“Is this ok?” He was so sweet.

I just nodded and kept looking back at him. His cock was long and narrow, jet black hair stood out from his crotch.

I said, “Wait.”

And slid my panties down my back side. I looked around the room at the people who were watching. Jessica was breathing in my ear, “You’re so hot. Do you know that.. She was positioning herself in front of me, “You want to eat me?”

Matthew was setting his cock at my pussy and sliding up inside me. I could feel the head of his cock sitting right between my hips. It felt so bizarre. It had to be the marijuana I have never felt anything like that before or since. It felt warm there and then I could feel it moving inside me, like this little ball, trembling and vibrating. He was holding my hips. Jessica was taking off her panties and opening her legs, lifting her skirt. She had these little blonde hairs on her puss. I could smell her before I touched her.

I leaned down and lightly licked her as she pushed her puss up into my face, and I began to lay flatter on the sofa, people were moving to make room. Matthew was lifting my top and someone had given him a magic marker. I could feel the cold tip of a pen on my back.

I lifted my face from Jessica. She had her hands on my head. He was writing something on my back as he fucked me.

I said, “What does it say?”

Matthew looked up at me, still writing. “‘Slot A Goes into Slot B,’” and there was arrow pointing down at my pussy along the crack of my ass. He kept fucking me and I went back to eating out Jessica, my tongue touched her clit. I never imagined I would touch another girls clit. It was so small!

I could feel him pumping into me harder and harder and then he slammed against me, pushing my nose in between her legs with each thrust. I loved the way her clit felt. I drew circles around it and felt her breathing, squirming into my face. I had never seen one close up. I backed away and spread her pussy lips, looked into her. It was all pink folds of flesh, shiny, this little clitoris stretching out from her. It looked like a pumpkin seed. Her vagina was white. I began licking her again, I could feel Matthew cum in me. I simply lay there as he came in me, laying on the sofa eating Jessica. She was pressing so tight against me, rubbing her pussy into my mouth, we had our fingers entwined together, she was looking down at me the whole time holding her legs open. I could feel her trembling as she came.

I felt another bare cock, and I looked back. I didn’t recognize who it was. His pants were down around his knees. He had long hair.

I said, “A hundred dollars.”

And he backed away.

But then another cock. I saw a hundred dollars put on the table. I could feel the cock slide right inside. I was already so wet and full with cum. It was the second time I had been fucked tonight. This cock was big. I could feel myself opening up and had never felt anything like it. It went deep into me and I started. Jessica was holding me. And I began to pant. I could feel myself starting to cum. I had not cum yet. But my pussy was so sensitive. It was like I had been steadily cumming in little pieces, my orgasm building in me and now everything flowing together. You would not even have had to do anything but lay your hand on me to make me cum, it was just the slow build up in how aroused I was. Oh My God!!

I began to buck back hard against this enormous cock. And could feel myself shuddering. I said, “Fuck, I’m cumming. Oh God! Oh yes. Mmmm.” Jessica kissed me on the mouth and I fell down into the cushions, her legs around my head. I could smell her pussy, the hairs brushing my cheek. The cock continued to move inside me, and I was too sensitive and began to move away but he held me there. It felt like I was going to cum again, it felt like I had to pee. And then I could feel him spraying in me and it was like ‘oh what a relief’ he will pull out now.

I lay with my head on the sofa and Jessica’s hand on my head. I felt the pen on my skin again, the cold tip against my hot skin. I looked back. He had crossed out the ‘O’ in the two ‘slOts’ and put ‘U’s’ there. So it said ‘Slut’ And he signed ‘Great Fuck’ on my ass. Great on my left cheek and Fuck on my right cheek.

I lay there and pushed myself up. I could feel cum running down my leg. Another hundred dollars, another cock. I looked over at Matthew and could see he was hard again. The cock was behind hanging there above my ass, and then nuzzling in - I lifted my ass. This man had on no pants. But then I turned around and faced him, and faced Matthew.

My panties were still at my knees. I looked at them. “Take them off.” I said to the man with no pants.

He did. All I had now was my top and my socks. I lifted my knees. “A hundred dollars?” I said.

“It’s on the table.” There was this nice little pile of hundred dollar bills. There were lots of boys standing around one side of the room now. Some girls were sitting across the table making out. I brought my knees up high, one rested along the top of the couch and he came up over me. This boy was very pretty and I remember he smelled nice. No cigarettes, no alcohol.

He slid right into me. He was much smaller. I closed my legs around him. I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”

He didn’t say anything. I stared into Matthews eyes as this boy was pumping away above me and I dug my nails into him, scratched him hard. “Ow.”

He looked like he was mad at me. I laughed. Matthew laughed with me. I put my arms above my head and found Jessica, curled my fingers into the hairs of her puss. Someone gave him another marker. He lifted himself up and drew a bulls eye around one of my breasts and a dog collar around my neck. I just lay there and watched him. I could feel his cock sliding up into me as I lay there. The cold marker, and the head of his cock laying between my hips.

Matthew began rubbing his cock over his pants as I stared at him, watching the whole time. I jerked my head to the couch, giving him a ‘come here’ signal. He walked over while the guy was fucking me and took the marker. He wrote on my cheek, ‘Blow Jobs $100' and an arrow to the corner of my mouth. I let him, just asking “What does it say.”

He told me.

“You are free,” I said.

He opened his pants and got down on his knees and pushed his cock in my mouth. I sucked on him. The black hairs curling around, tickling my nose. I sneezed and I think I bit him. He said, “Ow.” I laughed.

The guy without pants was cumming. I could feel it. The sofa was getting wet. My ass was in this cool circle of wet.

I was sucking on Matthew. It was just us. He was looking at me, I was smiling as good of a smile as you can with a cock in your mouth. Jessica was giving a blow job now to some guy. I bet he gave her a hundred dollars. But I didn’t know. Her skirt was up over her waist still. My hand still playing in her puss and she lay a hand on mine.

We were sort of leaning against each other. I felt another cock enter me, I looked down. The guy was smiling and waving a hundred dollar bill. I looked back at Matthew. I felt the cock press up between my legs again and he began thrusting into me hard, he liked fucking hard. And it felt better somehow. I could feel it more. And could feel myself starting to cum again, it came from somewhere else. I felt like it was all over the surface of my body, my skin was orgasming! My skin got cold and it felt like I had a fever. I was sweating. “Oh God!” I was saying, my mouth full of Matthew as he was sliding himself in and out of my mouth. And it was so bizarre. As I felt myself cumming all over, the guy who liked it rough was cumming in me and Matthew was spraying in my mouth. I couldn’t take it, it hurt, it felt too good, too intense. I was trembling. Squirming on the couch. I yelled “Ahhhh,” and I turned my head away and felt cum spraying all over the side of my face and hair. I just lay there. I ached, my body was so hungry. I had never felt so aroused.

Jessica took the pen and wrote I love you upside down on my forehead. I closed my eyes and the room was spinning. I had never felt such animal pleasure in my life. I had nothing. I was nobody. It was this dark room, warm, cold, wet, hot, smelling of sweat and pussy. There was music, I had not even noticed that. There were words but I don’t know what they meant. People talking. I looked across a sea of glasses and didn’t know what they were. I knew I wanted another one though, like a cat reaching and drank. I don’t know what it was. It was red. I closed my eyes...

I looked down at myself. My top was off. How did that happen? My one breast had writing on it, the other red circles. My tummy had blue squiggly lines - waves. Someone had drawn a dolphin there in black ink. My pussy was this tangle black hair. I loved the way my pussy looked. It was so compact. My little hips. I still had my socks on. I must have fallen asleep. Jessica was whispering something to me. I don’t know what it was.

I looked at her, she smiled. “You ok?”

I nodded. I looked at my hands, there were holes, circles drawn in the palm of my hands in black ink colored with red lines. Stigmata’s. Someone drew the nails of Christ in my hands. I had to have fallen asleep. Did anyone fuck me then? How many? I remember thinking, Did they Pay??

I held my hands out above my head, turning my arms, looking at the writing up and down my arms. There was movement to one side, I looked over. Someone stood over me with their cock sticking straight out. A hundred dollar bill in their hand. I didn’t respond, just rolled over onto my stomach and lifted my ass. I felt him slide into me. Jessica leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You want to come home with me tonight?” I nodded my head.

He was fucking me softly. I could barely feel him. Steady in and out. He was writing on me though, I could feel it. He drew an enormous butterfly on my back. I knew that later. He must have been an artist because it was so beautiful, perfectly done. It was a Monarch. The antennae went up each side of my neck along the jugular. Black and orange. I loved the way that marker felt on my back, caressing. It wasn’t cold anymore. I remember that marker better than his cock, slipping along the surface of my skin.

I looked at the table and it was covered in hundred dollar bills. No one had stolen any of them. I thought how weird? These are good people and I reached over and took another drink from one of the glasses. My eyesight was blurry.

Another cock was set into my mouth, and I heard someone in my ear. “Can I fuck you in the ass - for two hundred dollars. Please?”

I held out my hand. Felt the two bills. Lay them on the floor. I lifted my ass in the air. Fucked in the Ass! I had never done that before. A cock was still pumping in my mouth, I was sucking and sucking. I reached back and touched myself between my legs, rubbed the cum and pussy juices and pressing into my ass, lubricating myself. I tried to feel my ass. I looked back, his cock was not so big. I lifted my ass in the air and felt him touch me there.

He pressed himself to me and I lifted up my head, “Uhhhh,” the cock in my mouth following me. I felt like a cow, lifting my front up. I felt like I was calling to my young. I don’t know why. I lifted myself up, the penis in my mouth began to spray me and I turned my head. I felt it falling in my hair and up and down my back. He was writing something on me. I looked at my arm. There were signatures! People were signing me with their names!

I felt the cock pop in, my ass clamping around the head. Oh, ow, Oh my God! I think it hurt, but it felt so good. And then sliding up into me!! I felt like I were being opened up.

My cunt felt hot. It felt empty, but this cock was sliding along the outside wall of my vagina, I could feel it. It felt so intense, and I was going into an immediate orgasm. I held my mouth open, and gave these low moans. Lifted myself up onto my hands. He was sliding his whole length out and then back in, long slow strokes. I could feel his hands between my legs. Oh my God. Oh my God! Never in my life. This cock up my ass felt like I were being split open. It felt like he was standing inside me, my chest lay open and he was in me. I was this animal being gutted. The warmth running up into me. I could feel it in my stomach. I felt like I was a deer being torn to pieces by wolves. I lay my head down. I knew then that the day I died would feel wonderful.

I was one with everything. I sat myself up and looked around. My body was covered with writing. I was soaking wet. My hair was crusty with cum. My lips were swollen. I could barely see. I didn’t feel so good just then.

I sat up, naked and a few men were standing there with hundred dollar bills. I stared at them awhile and then I shook my head. They looked at Jessica. She was topless. Her lips were smeared with red. She said, “We have to go.”

I held my top in my hand. It was wet. It had alcohol spilled all over it. I pulled it over myself, you could see my nipples right through the fabric. My panties were never found. Probably a souvenir in some boys pocket. My skirt was tucked beside me and I slid it on, zipped it up. I felt thinner. Found my shoes and sat there, slid on one and then the other. As I reached down I could see the writing. Writing was up and down my arms. Down my legs. I tried to stand and my legs hurt. My pussy felt like it was a wound. I felt like my mouth had a surface of film, like I had been eating candy all night. My throat was dry. “I need some water.” I tried to brush out my hair with my fingers, and looked at Jessica.

I remember this part of the evening so well. She was leaning against me, her cheek against mine. Our hair was tangled together. We held hands. Matthew asked me if he could take me home. We both shook our heads no. He asked me if I was ok. He had gathered together the hundred dollar bills, and set them in my hand. I was afraid to count them. I answered with shakes and nods of the head. I wanted to go home with Jessica.

I walked out of The Club at 3:30 that morning. The silence was surreal, it rushed around us and I looked around. The silence was shocking. I rode home with Jessica in silence. She was looking out the front windshield of her car like we were in the middle of the worst rainstorm in the world and she couldn’t see a thing. It was a clear night. When we got to her house we looked at ourselves in the mirror. They wrote on her too. Signatures! Up and down our arms and legs, on our faces. We got in the shower and scrubbed, but gave up, they were still there, fading only a little. We were tired. I scrubbed her and she scrubbed me. We were tired of standing. We filled the tub and sat in the water, like little sisters.

We turned the shower back on as we sat in the water, our legs lifted and tangled around each other. We laughed a little bit in the spray of the shower. Commented on what sluts we were tonight, but then kind of felt the other. Let our hands roam over our bodies, touching, and kissing in the spray of the water falling around us. Just feeling the others presence.

I whispered, “I Love you,” into her ear.

She said how she loved me. We dried ourselves off and crawled into her little bed and clung to one another. She whispered in my ear, “Can I taste you.”

I kissed her, we kissed and kissed forever. I pushed her down between my legs and held her there. She licked at me soft and cooed. Her warm hair falling around my hips. It felt so good. She just licked me lightly, smoothing my skin, cleaning me, like a mother licking her pups. I fell asleep with her between my legs that night. We swore our love to each other.

When I woke she was wrapped around me. I looked at her in the soft light. I loved her. I loved her so much. I thought I must be a lesbian, and drifted back off. At about eight in the morning I had to pee. I thought I hadn’t peed at all last night. But I must of. I was still dizzy, and my head hurt, I could barely walk. I went to the restroom and looked at myself, rubbing my eyes trying to see.

The target on my breast, ‘I love you’ upside down on my forehead, a smiley face on my cheek, Blow Job $100 and the arrow pointing at my mouth. I turned around, and there was the most beautiful perfect butterfly! It wings followed the arch of my shoulder blades, its coloring and line flowing with the muscles of my body. Utterly amazing. And the signatures! Black ink, blue ink, red ink, green ink. Indelible marker. Everywhere. I was filling, flooded with remorse. What had I done?

I looked for my clothes, they lay there in the bathroom and I slipped them on and then out of that house. I pulled my clothes over myself. People looking at me, the writing was all up and down my arms, my legs, on my face my neck. I found my way home and locked the door, lay in my bed and curled up into a little ball. Closed my eyes. What had I done? And why had I Loved it so??

I never went back to my office. Not even to pick up my things. I showered three and four times a day scrubbing and scrubbing watching the stains on my body and soul fade gradually. I missed Jessica painfully. I wanted to live the rest of my life with her, but knew I could never see her again. I never did.