His story

Background

My wife, Hanna and I are both thirty-something but like to think not fallen into the trap of becoming boring grown-ups! Hanna keeps herself fit doing lots of exercise and has a great petite figure. We have 'adopted' two teenage girls, Yolanda and Chantelle, who spend most of their time round here rather than at their respective patents' houses.

Their two families parents live in our road. The parents are grateful for this arrangement as their offspring are going through the normal teenage traumas. The girls seem to like our laid-back ways and young approach to life. They do their homework and even help with household chores!

Their parents give us groceries towards their keep. We decided years ago not to have kids and have careers. We have known the families since we moved into the Street about five years ago. Yolanda and Chantelle were only 11 and 10 years old then. For the past three years they have gradually made our place their second-home. Its as though we now have a ready made grown-up family.

Tattoo

About a year ago my wife started to talk about getting a tattoo done. At first I thought it was just one of those many crazy and wacky ideas she has from time to time! But she has persisted with it. The girls have encouraged her and I have said very little. I never thought it would come to anything and just said my usual responses, encouraging her to do as she pleases. We get on really well and very rarely disagree. On the subject of the 'body-art' I feel it's her body and as long as it's small and tasteful I'm happy!

About six weeks ago she announced that she had decided to go ahead and had found some designs on the Internet along with a local Tattoo studio. All four of us sat down after dinner and chatted about the handful of designs she had picked out. Eventually we had all agreed on a tasteful, small tattoo of a fairy. The site for this expensive work of art would be well out of the public gaze - on her butt!

The Appointment

Having all agreed Hanna made the appointment for the next Saturday. The girls were keen to go with her and she agreed. The studio was, as expected, situated in a rather run-down part of the City. I was pleased she was not going alone. Not that the area is known for being particularly dangerous, there are far worse places.

In fact we had visited the area on quite a few occasions to visit a jazz bar. I could not go with her as I was out of town at a weekend conference. Anyway she wanted to surprise me and insisted that I would not have been allowed to come if I had been at home! Her Story

Background

Despite the difference in our ages I accept these two girls as two of my closest friends. I wised at times that there was not so many years between us. If they were just three or so years older we could enjoy so many other experiences. How I would like to take them on a wild girls' night out! Still they are growing up fast. Yolanda, the eldest, has a wonderful figure for her age and her breasts are almost the same size as mine!

Chantelle is very pretty and could be model. She is tall for her age and has wonderful long blonde curly hair which reaches her waist. I miss those wild things I used to do ten or so years ago, before I settled down.

However, in a couple of years I will be able to go out with them and relive my youth! On the positive side my partner gives me a lot of freedom and had been very supportive of my desire to get this tattoo done.

The Big Day

I set of in the car at 10 o clock in the morning with Yolanda and Chantelle with me. They were very excited about my tattoo and hadn't stopped talking about it for weeks! I was pleased to have them with me.

Whilst I convinced myself that wasn't really scared I think deep down that I was a little. There chatting and enthusiasm too k my mind off the possible pain of the procedure, whish I had been assured would be less than going to the dentist.

After a fifteen-minute drive we parked nearby the Tattooists' studio. I locked up the car and we walked the few steps to the front door. I rang the bell as I had been instructed on the phone. A receptionist aged about 20 opened the door and invited us in. I explained that the Tattooist had agreed that a couple of my friends could come with me.

She showed us through to a waiting room and then asked my a few questions. Her bright red hair cut in a punky style was something I can clearly picture. If her clothing had been that of a punk I think I would have left straight away, but she and the premises looked clean. She was wearing a white dress similar to that of a hygienist or a nurse.

Hospitality

The walls were adorned with various certificates and I felt at ease. The girls sat either side of me acting politely and saying nothing. We flicked through the various magazines whilst I waited to be called. The receptionist offered us all a cold drink whilst we waited. It was a warm morning and we gladly accepted them.

She handed over three sodas explaining that they were enriched with essential vitamins and minerals. Apparently the tattooist was into nutrition and health in big way and had developed the drink to promote healing after a tattoo. We soon finished the delicious drinks and she topped them up again.

The Room

After a few more minutes a woman in her thirties came into the room wearing a white dress similar to that of the receptionist. Her long black hair was held back with a black ribbon. She introduced herself as Robyn and apologized that the tattooist I was going to see had been unexpectedly called away. However, she was experienced and qualified and would be happy to take his place if I agreed.

I was relived. Whilst I'm not a radical feminist I do prefer to be seen by women doctors and health professions. It's not that I'm a prude, far from it, it's more I want to support women entering traditional male roles. I stated that I would be delighted to have a female tattooist!

The girls looked impressed too and were even more thrilled when she said they could come into the studio and watch. With the understanding that if they felt squeamish they could return to the waiting room. There were three coaches in the room divided by curtains, all of which were pulled back. Robyn assured us that no other clients would be present. She showed me the picture I had identified from their Internet page just to check that I was defiantly happy with that design.

With that out of the way she asked me to take of my skirt and lay face down on the coach. She then left the room to go and get her sterilised equipment. I was a little surprised at her request to remove my skirt. It was short and full and could have easily been lifted up and rested on my back. Still I presumed she knew best and removed it.

I was beginning to feel a little light-headed and was grateful to lay face down on the comfortable coach. Yolanda and Chantelle sat nearby looking on getting a full view of naked rear.

Thinking of the positioning of the tattoo I had worn a thong! Robyn returned and placed the tools of her trade on the small metal table next to me. She then made herself comfortable on her stool. I put my some-what doozey state to the warm day and fear. But strangely enough I didn't feel any anxiety only tranquillity. It felt as though I had smoked a couple of joints - an experience I had not had since my student days some 20 plus years ago!

She asked me to lift my self up slightly and slipped a pillow under my tummy so as to raise my rear. Then came another request, which I was not ready for. She asked me to remove my thong. I did not respond immediately and aware of my obvious concern she explained it was for hygiene reasons and to prevent any of the dyes getting on my dainty silk underwear! As I gingerly pulled them down I was aware that the girls were giggling quietly.

They had seen me topless sunbathing in the garden but never without any knickers! From their position they could only see my bare bottom so I wasn't too embarrassed!

Robyn gently positioned my legs so that they were apart. My feet came to rest on the edge of the coach. She explained that the muscle had to be in the correct position for her to create the perfect picture. She was aware that I had never had a tattoo before and advised that she gently secured by ankles to the edge of the coach. It seemed a sensible idea. Once flinch and I could ruin the tattoo and at the cost of $100!

The receptionist and another young woman then came into the room. Robyn explained that Jacque was a trainee Tattooist and asked if I would have any objection to her observing. I was delighted to oblige, stating that us women should be actively encouraged take on traditional male roles.

She then explained that the receptionist was also thinking of training and was an art graduate. Her hobby was face and body painting and had done a course in henna painting too. In fact she would happily put a temporary tattoo on both the girls for free so they didn't feel left out. The girls were delighted at the idea and admitted that they had gone off the idea of watching me get my tattoo!

With that they left the room with the receptionist!

All Alone

No sooner than the door shut she put on some load rock music. She explained she liked working to music. Fortunately I liked the sound too I recognised the compilation as one I had in my car.

Her hand came to rest on the small of my back and my head became more drowsy. I allowed myself to start drifting into a daydream. I was aware she was touching the left cheek of my bottom. It felt nice and soothing. She had a very gently touch. But then I felt something touch my labia! At first I just thought it was an accident. But as a finger divided my lips I knew it wasn't!

'STOP!' I said loudly.

She ignored my plea and pushed it harder into my opening. I tried to close my legs but couldn't due to the binding on my ankles. I tried to move my hands down to stop her but found that they too were bound, one to each side of the coach. How she had managed to do that I do not know.

I can only presume I must have dozed of for a few minutes.

Within seconds her finger was thrusting deep inside me. I continued to complain but she said nothing and just kept on fingering me. To my shame and despite my complaining I was aware I was wet. The finger withdrew and I felt the familiar feeling of warm breath between my legs. How I enjoyed being licked by my boyfriends.

If she did this I would not be able to control myself. I felt the familiar feeling of a tongue touching my damp and swollen lips. I begged her to stop but she just probed deeper with her tongue. I had to admit it she knew exactly what to do! Soon I was yelping like a dog as a crushing orgasm raced through my body.

I was then aware she was mounting the coach near my face. Soon she had positioned herself so that her crutch was under my face. Her white dress was pulled up and her underwear had been discarded. My cheek rested on her shaven opening. I could feel its wetness on my skin and smell its aroma.

She took me gently by the hair and soon I was obeying her instruction to lick her. It seemed pointless to argue. Somehow my normal assertiveness had gone and I was like a slave to her every command. She climaxed noisily and then left the coach.

The Girls Return

My doozey state was interrupted by the noise of someone entering the room. I glanced over through hazy eyes. I would have rubbed them to check my vision but was unable to. For a moment I thought I was dreaming. In fact I had difficulty in discerning if what had just happened had been a weird dream or reality. I had never experienced or desired lesbian sex but what had I just done?

The reason for my disbelief at what I could see was that both Yolanda and Chantelle were naked apart from body paint! Yolanda was painted as a cat whilst Chantelle was painted as a mermaid! I had encouraged them not to be ashamed of their bodies but even this surprised me! As I looked on Robyn announced that it was time for some fun.

With that she pulled open her dress to reveal her naked and tattooed body underneath! The receptionist followed suit revelling a tiny matching set of white underwear. Jacque too stripped off down to her white bodysuit.

Before any of us could think I was being untied. I was then rolled on to my back and the pillow placed under the small of my back. These tree women were fit and strong and no match for a petit size 10 woman. My remaining items of clothing were pulled from me. No sooner than I was in position I felt the cords being gently but firmly tied.

Robyn took advantage of my bared breasts and squeezed them causing the nipples to spring to attention!

Jacque then spoke, 'Come on pussy cat come and lick this juicy pussy!'

Yolanda just looked confused but still had a slight smile on her face. I realised exactly what she meant but poor Yolanda clearly did not know what she meant.

'Please no.' I begged. The humiliation to us both would be too much. If she was a woman somehow it might be Ok. But she is only a teen.

Jacque took her by the arm and led her to the foot of the coach. She then knelt down and began licking me whilst Yolanda looked on in horror!

A few long and deep licks latter it was her turn. She started begging and crying but they just laughed.

Robyn and Jacque too hold of an arm each and forced her to her knees. Then the receptionist manoeuvred her head into position. I could feel the tears from her cheeks touch my thighs as her head was pushed forward. Between her whimpering she licked as instructed. I tried so hard not to enjoy it and begged them to spare her. But to my horror I found myself coming.

She was pulled to her feet, her face paint smudged with my wetness.

Chantelle was then pulled forward. She had watched it all and knew what was coming. Jacque spoke,

'Well Mermaid taste some nice salty juice!'

As with Yolanda she was forced to kneel and begin licking. To my amazement she did not whimper of complain but just got on with it. Again I begged for it not to happen but again I came dramatically!

The Final Humiliation

I presumed that they had now had their fun and I had given up on the idea of a tattoo. If they let us go now we could put this behind us and never talk about it again. The two women took off the rest of their clothing.

They then sounded the girls and began pushing them too and fro. As the y did so they made a point touching their budding breasts and rounded pert bottoms. They grabbed hold of Yolanda and held her high in the air. She was heading my way and I wondered what they had in mind. Soon she was positioned, legs open above my face.

'No.No.' we both begged.

But she was pushed down. Soon my tongue was finding its way through her downy public hair and between her lips. As I did as commanded one of them was slipping her finger deep inside my vagina. Yolanda soon stopped her complaining and started to breath heavily. To my amazement she climaxed. Probably for the first time in her young life.

With that achieved the same treatment was afforded to Chantelle. Again I begged to do anything but this. But soon I was doing as told and my tongue easily found her opening between her hairless labia. Like her friend she too climaxed.

Just exactly what happened for the next hour is somewhat hazy. What I do know is that each of us was forced to lick each one of them in turn until they had cum a number of times.

To finish off they forces us to perform a floorshow. We rolled around on the floor whilst they gave lewd instructions. Thankfully they allowed the girls virginity to stay intact. Eventually we were allowed to dress and leave. I explained to my partner that I had changed my mind about the tattoo!

Tattoo - The Aftermath

Yolanda's Story

The Painting

I was exited when we arrived at the Tattooist. I had never been in a place like it before. The receptionist was very friendly and gave us all a drink. I think it had something weird in it and it made me light-headed. Anyway we all went into the room so that Hanna could have her tattoo. The tattooist was a woman, we were surprised as we thought it would be a man!

I remember thinking that Hanna was probably pleased that it was a woman when she was told to remove her skirt and panties! I remember thinking that was very funny and both Chantelle and me giggled. This trainee tattooist, Jacque, asked us if we would like to go into another room and have a free temporary tattoo. We both thought that it would be more interesting than watching Hanna have hers done. Anyway there might have been blood and I'm not very good at coping with that!

Once in this other room she showed us various books with loads of different designs of tattoos and face pointing. She said she had been doing face paining since High School and often did it at parties. We both decided that face painting looked for fun than getting a temporary tattoo. It might also give Hanna a laugh and take her mind of the tattoo.

I decided to have my face done as a cat. I'd seen the show Cats and always fancied dressing up like one of the performers. She started with me first and then painted Chantelle's face as a Mermaid. We looked in the mirror and were delighted. The designs were really cool, we didn't look a bit like us!

Jacque than asked us to have a look in another book. This one made us giggle. It had pictures of people with face paint all over their bodies. In face they were naked apart from the paint. There were people painted a tigers and statues and all sorts of other things. We were both impressed. Chantelle asked if she could do that too. Jacque told us that many of the pictures were of her painting.

She then offered to completely transform us into our chosen designs. We both went bright red with embarrassment but I don't think she could see through our make-up. At first we said no but she was very persuasive. Hanna had also encouraged us to not be ashamed of our bodies and after another drink Chantelle agreed. I, not wishing to be left out, also said yes. Chantelle wasted no time in taking off her dress and was soon naked waiting to be painted.

I remember looking at her and noticing how much she had developed since I last caught a glimpse of her naked about six months ago. She did not have any pubic hair but her tits had started to grow a little. Jacque worked very quickly. She said that our designs would not be a detailed as the ones in the book but that they would still look OK.

Chantelle's design was wonderful and I hurriedly undressed so I could be turned into a cat. It felt strange having the wet paint applied to by naked body. I had never experienced anything like it before. She used pieces of sponge and soft brushes. I have to confess that when she painted by breasts and bum it felt really good! In about fifteen minutes she had finished.

Having fun?

She then led us back into the Tattoo room. One inside I noticed that Hanna was still face down on the coach. Jacque shut the door and I heard it being locked but I didn't think anything of it. I then noticed that her hands were tied onto the coach as well as her feet. I guessed this was to stop her wriggling. She then turned her head and looked very confused! It was as though she didn't believe what she was seeing!

Then the tattooist said something about having some fun. Within in seconds she had pulled off her white dress. She was naked underneath part from some amazing tattoos! The other two women too k of their dresses and stood there in their underwear. Then they grabbed hold of Hanna and undid the cords. I remember thinking that I could see the tattoo. She was then pushed on to her back and they pulled off the rest of her things. She asked them to stop but they carried on. They were all a lot stronger than her.

They then put the cords back on and pushed a pillow under her bottom. Then Jacque said something weird about cats and pussy which I didn't get. She gently took me by the arm and we walked towards Hanna. She then knelt down in front of her open legs. I looked down wondering what she was going to do. I couldn't believe what she then did. The dirty bitch started licking Hanna on her vagina!

I felt sick and wanted to run away. Suddenly I became worried about being naked and tried to cover myself with my arms. My legs were turning to jelly and I thought I might faint. Before I could think anymore Jacque had taken hold of my arm again. Robyn held my other arm and they pushed my to the floor. They pushed my head towards Hanna's vagina. I started crying and begged then not to make me do it.

Getting Licked

Tears were running down my cheeks as I took the first of many licks before they allowed me to stop. I then had to stand and look on as Chantelle was forced to do the same. I thought it was strange that she didn't complain or cry.

It seemed as though Hanna was enjoying it. She started off begging them not to let us do it but then was yelping with enjoyment. Chantelle was allowed to stop and I wondered what would happen next.

The woman then pulled off their remaining clothing and surrounded Chantelle and me. They started pushing us and touching us. They groped my breasts and pinched my bottom. They even touched Chantelle in the same way. Then they grabbed hold of me and held me high in the air! I wondered what they were going to do. I was then lowered; legs wide open onto Hanna's face. She said she didn't want to lick me and I begged her not too.

But she soon was ignoring me and obeying them. Her wet tongue slipped up inside me and I could do nothing to stop it. To my disgust I actually started to enjoy the feeling of it. Soon I was rocking my body and I felt I was loosing control. Something like a wave came over me. I found myself gasping and panting. The feeling was wonderful and I for a moment wanted more.

Once they had their fun with me they did the same to Chantelle. Like before she did not complain and seemed to be enjoying it! Then she was lifted of and they untied Hanna. I hoped that would be all and that we could all get dressed and go home. But they had other plans. No sooner than Hanna was free they took it in turns to sit open-legged on the edge of the black coach. Each one of us was had to lick them until they were satisfied. Then they pushed us together and told us to what do to. We rolled around on the floor naked. We all had to kiss each other's bodies and rub our hands on ourselves and each other.

Then we were allowed to get dressed. We sat silently as Hanna drove us back to her place. She only said one thing. That was that we would never talk about what happened and that we should not tell anyone. I tried to put the whole thing out of my mind, but the images of what I had seen and done kept filling my mind.

Chantelle's Story

It was brilliant in the Tattoo studio. Yolanda and me got naked and allowed this pretty lady to body paint us! I think Hanna planned this all along and it was a brilliant surprise. I think Yolanda was a bit embarrassed but she soon got into it!

I was a bit shocked when they made Yolanda do those rude thinks to Hanna but she did seem to enjoy it. I couldn't see any point in crying. If Jacque did it with out crying then so could I. Yolanda seemed to enjoy Hanna licking her! She was getting really turned on!

I was wondering if I was going to miss out. But they let Hanna lick me too. It felt really nice!

The women then bundled around us and were giggling. They then touched our bottoms and breasts. It was a really nice feeling.

We then had to lick all the women. I didn't mind at all. It seemed fair as I had been licked.

Then we had to roll around naked. I just loved my breasts being touched and kissed!

Then we had to go home. Hanna said we mustn't talk about it. Can't see why not. I just hope we can do something like it again.

The End