Tattoo Virgin

by Callaway, Cosette

  “Ah-ah-ah, not so fast this time, mi flor,” he said, tsk-ing and kissing the joint between my pussy and thigh. I writhed on the divan, desperately needing his mouth back on me. He teased me, kissing all around my pussy, pebbling feather-light kisses along the inside of my thighs until I was panting and moaning, trying to angle my hips to push his mouth where I needed it. He lifted his head and caught my eyes with his own, holding my gaze while he slowly plunged the middle finger of his right hand into my pussy.

  I had never had anything other than a tampon in there, even when I had played with myself at home, and his one finger felt incredible, unlike anything else I had ever experienced. Mike’s mouth opened a little while his finger was pushing in and out of me slowly and he kissed my thigh before murmuring, “Goddamn you’re tight, mi flor.” Slowly, he pushed another finger in, widening me up. My head dropped back against the wall as I let my body adjust. Mike kissed the top of my mound before finally pressing his tongue back to my clit again, lapping at the bud while his fingers pressed in and out.

  Shivers ran all the way up and down my body, coursing along my spine, tingling my toes and fingers. My legs started shaking first, followed by my torso and shoulders. The muscles in my stomach clenched and unclenched rapidly as my orgasm slammed into me, and my pussy clamped down hard on his fingers. “Ahhhhh,” I screamed, riding out the wave of pleasure. My legs shut tight around his head and my hips lifted toward the ceiling. Mike continued to lap at my clit as I came, prolonging my orgasm, letting it tear through me.

  Once I started to calm down, my heart pounding in my ears, I was able to unclamp my knees from the sides of Mike’s head. He pulled back, grinning, the lower half of his face covered in my juices. “I can’t wait to feel that pussy fluttering on my cock. That was incredible.”

  “Yes it was,” I managed to gasp. I let myself sag forward off the divan, my knees landing on the carpet on either side of his hips, and threw my arms around his shoulders. I kissed him frantically, pressing my whole body against his as I tasted myself on his mouth. His big hands pressed into my spine, pulling me even tighter against him and we ground our hips together. I needed to get him naked. I needed to touch his bare skin. Pulling back, my fingers scrabbled for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up. He lifted his big arms for me, his biceps massive and so beautifully formed as he held them over his head.

  Once I threw his shirt aside I drank him in, my eyes trailing over the tattoos covering his skin, beautiful Japanese landscapes and scenes and designs that swirled around each other. Seeing his tattoos calmed my near delirious agitation and I paused to fully appreciate them, awed at this flesh made canvas. Mike was patient as I ran my fingertips over the designs, following where they trailed, but I could feel his body humming underneath mine. As my finger slid over the skin on his hard pectoral muscle, the tip of my fingernail grazed the edge of his hard brown nipple and he moaned, low and under his breath. The sound resonated in my pussy and I shuddered, smiling at him with an open mouth. His hands moved to my hips and I felt him try to lean me back but I resisted.

  “No. My turn. Let me please you this time.” Despite my bold words, I basically had no idea, other than general knowledge, of what to do. I decided to start with his pants. While my fingers grabbed on to the button of his jeans I leaned my head forward and traced my tongue around his nipple and then sucking on it lightly. I figured that what felt good on me probably felt just as good to him, and I was rewarded when his breathing hitched and his hands gripped my hips tighter.

  Once I had unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, I lightly pressed against his chest. He was a solid block of muscle and if he didn’t work with me I knew I wouldn’t be able to budge him, but happily he leaned backwards, laying down flat on the carpet. He lifted his hips when I tugged at his jeans and boxers and soon he was just as naked as I was.

  I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw his dick. I was no expert but from what I had heard about from other girls, Mike was far bigger than average. Besides being thick in circumference, I guestimated that he had to be at least nine inches long and really didn’t see how all of that could fit inside me. Mike, noticing my hesitation, propped himself up on his elbows, (which by the way did amazing things to his stomach muscles.) “It’ll fit, flor, don’t worry.” His eyes creased in the corners with amusement.

  I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, then moved down his body until my head was positioned next to his dick. I looked into his eyes nervously and he nodded once, giving me the confidence to take his dick into my hand.

  It was hot and harder than steel, but the skin was satiny. My fingers could just barely touch around the girth and I squeezed him tightly. He hissed and his hips shifted on the ground. I slowly ran my grip down to the base and then back up again. As my fist got to the top, a dot of liquid appeared on the tip. My eyes searched his again questioningly and he smiled reassuringly. “That’s a good thing, baby. It’s called precum. It means my little guy really likes what you’re doing.”

  This was incredible. Absolutely amazing. I watched as the bead of liquid swelled while I ran my hand along his thick cock. Gathering my courage, I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to the liquid. He groaned loudly and I pulled away, afraid I had done something wrong. His precum stretched from the tip of my tongue to his dick in a thin line.

  “Santa María, Madre de Dios!” He hissed out in one quick breath, his eyes focused on the line between my tongue and his cock. “Goddamn, girl, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop!”

  Smiling, I lowered my tongue back to his dick. I licked up all the precum at the top, loving the tangy, salty taste of it, before opening my mouth as wide as it could go and lowering it over his dick. I went as low as I could, which was only about halfway down, before his thick cock bumped against the back of my throat. At the sensation my pussy clenched and I realized I was getting turned on by going down on him. I gripped the base of his dick with my hand and sucked hard, slowly bobbing my head up and down, loving the moans I elicited from him.

  Once I got used to the motion, I started getting bolder with my tongue, running it back and forth and swirling it when I reached the tip. His breath hitched when my tongue licked under the mushroom shaped head of his dick and I focused there. Latching my lips around his head, I sucked hard and ran my tongue back and forth on his sensitive spot, my hand continuing to stroke him hard, loving the way the thick muscle pulsed faster and faster. His right hand came down to rest on my hair, warmly covering the crown of my head, while his other arm propped him up so he could watch. I looked up at him, catching his eye while my cheeks were hollowed out around his cock and he grimaced with pleasure, his luminous eyes rigidly focused on my own. He groaned again, loudly, and his fingers ran through my hair and latched on, lightly pulling me off his cock.

  “Enough, mi flor, enough. I don’t want to cum just yet.”

  I let him pull me up to his face and crush his lips to mine, our chests rising together as we struggled to breathe through the intensity. Gasping, I pulled away and looked up at him. “Did I do good?”

  He let out a surprised laugh. “Yes. Yes, babe, you did really fucking good.”

  I grinned at him, pleased with myself, and he kissed me again, pulling me against him. He was careful around my tattoo as he lowered me to the ground.

  “You ready, mi flor?”he asked, positioning his body over mine.

  I spread my legs, letting him settle between them and I nodded wildly. He reached down between us and positioned his cock at my entrance. He paused, brushing my hair back from my forehead, and then pushed in slowly.

  Oh God the pressure! So much fucking terrible, amazing pressure. I was so tight and he so big that he had to practically force himself in, and I felt a sting as his cock ripped through my hymen. He grunted with the effort and I bit back my groan. My body couldn’t seem to decide if it was in terrible pain or immense pleasure, and I could feel sweat breaking out over my chest. He kept pushing and pushi
ng, slow but sure, fitting into me inch by deliberate inch.

  Once he was all the way in, his balls resting thickly against my ass, he stayed still, allowing my body to get used to this new intrusion. “You ok, chica?”

  My breaths labored, I managed to whimper out a small “mm-hm.”

  He laughed softly but his eyes were sympathetic. “I’m sorry, babe. It’ll start feeling better, I promise.” With that he started slowly rotating his hips, grinding his pelvis into mine and opening me up a little more.

  And he was right. Once the sting went away, the rolling of his hips started to feel good, amazing, absolutely wonderful. Being filled by him felt right. As his hips ground against mine again his pubic bone rubbed against my clit and I shuddered with pleasure. I gripped the back of his head by his hair and pulled his face down to mine, biting down lightly on his bottom lip.

  “Please, Mike, please fuck me,” I breathed into his mouth, and with a primal sounding grunt he acquiesced.

  He thrust in and out of me, starting off slow but within a few minutes speeding up, as if he couldn’t control himself. The feeling of his dick pushing in and out of my tight pussy was better than I had ever dreamed and I latched myself around him, my ankles crossed against his lower back, my mouth sucking on the salty skin of his neck. I could hear the wet slosh of his dick going back and forth in my pussy and the sound spurred me on further, tilting my hips up to his with every thrust.

  After a few more minutes, Mike spoke a stream of Spanish that I didn’t understand at all and then said, breathlessly, “Babe, you feel too good, I don’t know how much longer I can last. I need to pull out.”

  The thought of losing this amazing feeling was too awful to bear, and I gripped onto him tighter, locking my legs and arms. “No, Mike, cum inside me, I don’t care, just don’t leave empty, please,” I said in a rush, consequences be damned.

  Mike let out an animalistic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a growl, and his hands gripped onto me tightly, one in my hair and one on my hip. He dropped his forehead to mine and sped up, thrusting harder than he had before.

  At the increased intensity I felt a wave of heat followed immediately by a sheet of ice shoot through my body, up and down. My vision blacked out for just a moment and then I was seeing thousands of little specks of light. I heard a loud, keening wail for several seconds before I realized I was the one emitting it, and the most concentrated, powerful pleasure I had ever felt slammed into me like a freight train. I could feel my pussy spasming wildly against Mike’s cock, and at the sensation he thrust once more and yelled out hoarsely, sinking his face into my neck, panting like a bull. I could feel his thick cock pulsing and felt his cum erupt deep inside me. He kept cumming and cumming and I could feel it start to leak out of my sore pussy onto the carpet below.

  We stayed like that for several minutes, holding each other and catching our breaths. When he finally pulled out, I looked down at his dick and saw that it was streaked with my blood. I suddenly realized how much everything had changed for me in the space of a few hours. One new tattoo, one less hymen.

  Mike helped me put on my clothes, and when he saw that I was starting to close myself off he gripped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “You ok, mi flor?” he asked, his green eyes looking back and forth between my blue ones. I nodded my head yes, embarrassed, and tried to look away. He pulled me to him, giving me a full body hug, and I clung to him, my hands tight around his lower back. Damn him, I could still smell his cologne.

  “So in between all that going to classes and the library and your dorm, do you think you’d have time to hang out with a lowly tattoo artist like myself?” he asked against the top of my hair, and I burst out laughing.

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  He bit down on my bottom lip and pulled his head back, the tugging going straight to my clit. He ground against me tighter and I moaned in frustration because there were just too many layers separating us. I’d never wished I had worn a skirt more than at this exact moment.

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  I nodded, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. “Where?”

  He told me the name and I felt like crying. I knew exactly where it was, and it was nowhere near where we had ended up walking. “That’s too far,” I moaned, scratching my fingers up the back of his head, which made him close his eyes and press stronger against me. I gasped at the pressure. “It would take us a half hour to get there.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed against my neck, his body continuing to move on mine.

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  “Mmm-hmm,” I whimpered. There was no point denying it. I had practically humped his leg in the coffee shop earlier.

  “I want you too,” he said. He bit my ear, and then sucked my earlobe in between his lips. Moaning, I grabbed the back of his head and dragged his mouth to mine.

  Any lingering hesitation disappeared in that moment. His lips formed themselves around mine and he brought his hands up to cup my face, tilting my head back and drawing me up into his kiss even more. His teeth pulled against my lower lip, sliding them back until my lip popped out of their clutches and he crashed his lips down to mine again, his tongue running along the seam of my upper lip before probing into my mouth. My hands ran up the length of his toned back, trying to press myself as close as possible to him.

  He suddenly dropped his hands to my ass cheeks and hauled me up in a smooth lift, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. With one arm supporting my back, his ha
nd pressed tightly to the base of my neck and his other arm wrapped under my ass, he walked me out of the entertainment room and into what I presumed was his bedroom, not breaking our kiss at all.

  He laid me down on a bed and then kicked his shoes and socks off before settling down next to me, my head resting on his arm. Still kissing me fiercely, his other hand dragged itself along my body, grabbing my tits in a tight squeeze, pulling them away from my body and mushing them back down. His fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and then slipped inside, lightly trailing along my skin, raising goose bumps along the way. The tips of his fingers toyed with the lace edge of my bra and then slipped underneath to pull at my nipples, making me groan. He kissed and sucked his way down my neck while he pulled the cups of my bra down, pushing up and fully exposing my breasts. His mouth latched on to one of my nipples and he sucked firmly at it, his tongue swirling around my areola.

  I moaned and ran my fingers through his curly hair, raising my torso to better meet his mouth. As he moved his mouth to my other nipple, his hand slid down my body, his fingers running up underneath my skirt.

  He laid his thumb on my pubic bone and pressed his fingers to my pussy on top of my thong, rubbing in slow circles.

  “Oohhh,” I moaned, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.

  His mouth pulled off of my nipple and he met my wide-eyed gaze. “Oh yeah, angel, you’re already nice and wet, aren’t you?”