The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool - Sex Stories

The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool

... hurt you.”

“No, not hurt, exactly. Just surprised. So sudden, like a battering ram.”

“I should have gone slow.”

“I don’t know if that would have mattered, I just needed to adapt, to take you. It feels good now…” I rotated my hips, moving myself on the portion of his thick cock that was within me.

He groaned and closed his eyes. “You’re so hot and so wet.”

“Good fucking thing I am, for that monster!”

I continued to gently move on him, knowing I was pushing myself toward another climax when he said, “Tell me if you can feel this…”

He pushed forward, more deeply into me, and I felt an odd but wonderful sensation that I knew was his two bits of jewelry, top and bottom of his shaft where his foreskin had pulled back to, bumping through the first inch of my vagina, the most sensitive part. Once past there I don’t think I could feel them… maybe a little, or I may have been imagining it, but when he pulled back some I definitely felt them glide back out, through that first tight bit.

“God! Yes, I can feel it.” He pushed back in, and I gasped. “Ohhh, that’s weird, but weird in a very good way! That alone will make me come.”

He smiled and began to work himself in and out, short little thrusts that forced the two little barbells into me, then back out, then back in, again and again, just that part of his cock, never going deep and filling me, just skillfully working the tight first inch of me with the steel knobs on his shaft. My hips were moving, ...

... synchronizing with his movements to get the maximum benefit of every sensation, and I could feel an enormous orgasm building.

When he cupped his hand over my mound it stung slightly where he’d started the tattoo, but when his thumb found my rigid clit and began its assault, I came so hard that every sensation but his thick, bumpy cock in me and his thumb on me disappeared. I crashed hard into a massive, soul-searing orgasm, and at the peak of it, he suddenly drove himself deep, his thick mass filling me full and his big balls tight to my ass. I saw fireworks, I saw stars, and I think I may have seen God for a moment as my body rose to meet his thrust, slamming my pussy to his groin as I took every thick millimeter of that fat cock, my pussy clutching at it, every muscle in my body either rigid or spasming with pleasure!

All orgasms are amazing, but some stay with you for a while, and I knew I’d be reliving that one for a long time. He held himself deep inside of me as I writhed and squirmed, grinding myself against his groin and clenching around his thick root, and when I finally began to let up, sliding down the backside of my climax, he fucked me.

He took long, deep strokes, his cock filling me, the burn and slight pain of his initial assault now forgotten and pure pleasure taking its place. Not on every stroke, but on many he’d slide out enough that his steel adornments would glide through my tight opening, and then bump across again as they went back in. I wished I could see ...