by Shane Matthews
It was amid the noise and confusion that accompanies any tattoo convention that I first laid eyes on my girlfriend Hannah. I go often to these gatherings of body-modification enthusiasts, usually helping out my friend Rusty, a tattoo artist. But I also take a personal interest in the goings-on, having been collecting my own ink for a number of years now. That day Rusty was doing some shading on my Japanese-inspired back piece during a lull in business, as the competition had grabbed almost everyone’s attention. That was when I first spotted her. She was onstage, being judged for best overall woman, and I knew right away that I had to meet her.
I’d only been paying partial attention to the competition when they called her name and she stepped forward. Over the hum of Rusty’s needle I could hear the announcer listing her many tattoos, but he could have been explaining the meaning of life for all I could have cared. Unlike the other girls onstage, who were tough-looking and probably no strangers to the back of a Harley, Hannah was tiny and looked somewhat fragile. Her hair was close-cropped and dyed a brilliant shade of blue, and the leopard-spotted bikini she wore displayed her cute little figure well. Tattoos peppered her back and legs, and she had both sleeves almost completely done. Although I couldn’t make out much of the detail from Rusty’s booth, it looked like most of her work was classic Sailor Jerry designs—very cool. Hannah ended up taking third place in her category, and I ended up taking her home.
I approached her after the competition and congratulated her on her prize. She thanked me and said that she planned to have more work done by the next convention and win first place. We chatted awhile and seemed to be hitting it off, so I invited her out for a drink with Rusty and me. After Rusty had packed up his stuff, we went to a bar where we traded tattoo stories over a few rounds. Then I dropped off Rusty at home and invited Hannah over for a nightcap, which she accepted.
Back at my place our attraction was undeniable, and things quickly progressed. It was then I discovered that Hannah’s body mods didn’t end with her ink. She was also pierced, and although I’d already seen her septum and ears, now I knew that she also had rings in both her nipples and the hood of her clit. But it was the barbell she’d had stuck through her tongue that fascinated me the most. While I enjoyed looking at all her other piercings (and Hannah benefited from the sensations), it was that stud that brought me the most pleasure.
I’d never realized just how much fun oral sex could be until the first time Hannah went down on me. Initially it was like any other blow job. We’d been making out on my couch for a while when Hannah slid to her knees, unzipped my jeans, and pulled out my erection. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck. Her mouth felt moist and warm, as expected, and I was more than happy with her technique. But then I felt a new sensation. As her tongue slid up and down over my cock, something scraped along the tender skin that covered the shaft. Looking up at me coyly, Hannah drew her mouth off my dick and proceeded to swipe the tip with the flat of her tongue. I hadn’t noticed her tongue piercing before, but now I could see the metal bead in her mouth, glistening with saliva.
Hannah took another swipe at my cockhead, and once again I felt the hard bead against my flesh. I writhed ecstatically, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting from my glans to my balls. Then Hannah engulfed my length again, doing tricks with that wicked piece of metal that sent my arousal rocketing skyward. As she sucked, she squeezed my balls in her hand or pumped my dick with her fist, even snaking a finger into my asshole at one point. This combined stimulation was too much for me. I grasped the cushions beneath me, holding on for dear life as my balls constricted and my body prepared for orgasm. Grunting loudly, I shot my load in her mouth, and as far as I could tell she swallowed every drop of my semen. But then Hannah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and I could see the shiny bit of steel swimming in a pool of my come. My head reeled with lust and I almost came again.
Although eager to return the favor, I was afraid that I could never equal what she had just done for me. But I gave it my best shot, figuring that most of Hannah’s piercings were there for reasons other than mere ornamentation. I lay her down on the couch, then slid along her body to her pussy, which was clean-shaved and fragrant with her arousal. Her labia were smooth and soft, and she had a tiny swallow tattooed right above it that seemed to fly as her stomach rose and fell with every breath. Hannah spread her legs wide at my approach, and as the petals of her pussy peeled back I could see that she was already soaking wet. And glistening in the center of all that beauty was a tiny silver ring.
I may not have had a stud in my tongue to pleasure her with, but I sure took advantage of the ring that pierced her clit. Extending my tongue, I used just the tip to flick at the little steel hoop. Hannah groaned to let me know that I was on the right track, so I kept going, moving my tongue harder and faster as her noises increased in pitch. Her hips arched as she bucked against my mouth, and I increased my efforts even more. Then Hannah cried out as her orgasm washed through her body, her sweet juice drenching my lips and chin. I kept my mouth against her pussy, blowing softly to calm her down, until the last of the tremors had subsided.
As she sighed her satisfaction and tried to catch her breath, I realized that I was hard again. Eager to sink my cock into her inviting wetness, I mounted Hannah and was about to thrust deep into her cunt when I suddenly stopped, concerned about the clit ring. She told me that it was okay, I wouldn’t hurt her, so I plunged my dick right into her slippery canal. Damp heat enveloped my sensitive flesh, and I began a steady pounding.
As we fucked, I bent my head and teased her nipples by flicking at the rings. She moaned, thrusting her hips up to meet mine as I filled her cunt with my cock again and again while grasping the cheeks of her ass. Then I pressed my lips to hers and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting the warm metal of the stud and the slight tang of my come.
With a strength I wouldn’t have expected from such a small woman, Hannah flipped us over so that I was on my back and she was straddling my waist. I watched her as she rode me, enjoying the look of concentration on her face as she bounced up and down. I reached up with both hands and squeezed her tits, the rings pressing into my palms, and saw Hannah bite down on her lower lip as though trying to hold off her orgasm. Since I was about to come myself, I twisted her nipples gently, careful not to pull out the piercings but hard enough to send her hurtling over the top so that we could climax together.
Hannah’s pussy slid down my pole one more time, then she held still as tremors rocked through her body. The rubbery walls of her vagina massaged my shaft, inducing my own orgasm, and I shouted out my release. Sweat dripped off Hannah’s brow, raining down on the dragon that Rusty had tattooed on my chest. Then she collapsed onto me, our bodies still joined at the waist, and murmured something about how good she felt. I returned the sentiment, then reluctantly disengaged her from my softening cock and went to get us each a cold drink. Hannah spent the rest of the night at my apartment, and we stayed up late talking and fucking, discovering that we had a lot more in common than just a love for body adornment.
Our relationship progressed from there, with both of us getting more and more tattoos and piercings. Hannah even had a heart with my name in it tattooed on her left breast, and I had my own nipples pierced. Now I can understand why she always came so hard when I played with her nipple rings while we fucked. Those piercings bring the feeling in my already-sensitive nipples to new heights, and Hannah loves to play with them while she rides me.
But there was still one pleasure that Hannah gave me that I hadn’t been able to share with her, and that was the joy I felt when she ran her tongue piercing over my cock. But I knew how to fix that: One day, as a surprise for Hannah, I went to see our piercer and told her to do my tongue. Liz had me rinse with Listerine, and then she dried off my tongue with a paper towel and marked the spot where the barbell was to go. When I approved the positioning she applied the clamp, I took a deep breath, and seconds later it was over and I had a piece of metal piercing my tongue. I’d been expecting the pain to be hellish, but it was really nothing. My tongue was swollen for a few days after, and I had to constantly rinse with the foul-tasting mouthwash, but in a few weeks I was in perfect shape and ready to give my girlfriend an evening of cunnilingus she wouldn’t soon forget!
The night that I was pronounced healed, Hannah was definitely ready for some oral action. We hadn’t even been able to kiss in weeks, so that was where we started. It felt strange to me at first, because while we frenched, I found myself fixating on the sensation of the barbell as it moved around in my mouth. But then I was distracted by another observation. As my tongue danced with Hannah’s, our steel beads clicked together, and I could hear the sound as well as feel the vibrations. My cock throbbed in response, and I realized that I was more turned on by a simple kiss than I had been in a long time.
It was time to travel south. I trailed kisses down Hannah’s neck until I arrived at her breasts. A snake curved over the top of one, and I ran my tongue down the length of the serpent before moving my attention to her nipples. They were already hard and awaiting my touch, so I flicked at her rings with my tongue until she moaned. Then I continued downward.
When I reached her pussy I gave it a kiss, then teased her clit ring with the tip of my tongue. I realized then how much I had missed Hannah’s taste while I’d been waiting to heal. Wanting more, and eager to try out my new piercing, I swiped my tongue broadly over her cunt, stroking her clit with my stud. Her breath caught as I did it again, and soon she was grabbing fistfuls of my hair as my tongue sent her higher and higher. After I’d teased her silky lips with the piercing for a bit, I returned to her now ultrasensitive clit. As I laved her pussy, the barbell in my mouth created a pressure that sent signals to my cock and inflamed me as well. I knew then with absolute certainty that having my tongue pierced had been a wonderful idea.
Hannah was mashing my face into her sex, forcing the metal bead harder and harder against her clit. When she clamped her thighs against my ears, I knew she was about to come. I held my tongue still against her little button as I slid two fingers into her cunt and began a furious fucking. Hannah screeched, gripping me with her legs so that I couldn’t pull away until she had ridden through the waves of her climax. With her heels pressing into my back, I became so excited that I’d been able to make her come that hard that I instantly came as well, having never even touched my cock.
After that, sex for us was twice as fun. Hannah and I continue to make good use of our piercings, and I’ve been thinking about getting my frenum done. Now that’s something I think we’ll both enjoy!