Fetish Ezine

I had heard stories of how crazy Pamela’s pierced pussy was from my friends. Both sexes claimed that she had five piercings down there and was going for a sixth. I never fucked a woman who had more than one piercing, which was usually on the hood of their clitoris. I made up my mind that I wanted to fuck Pamela’s pierced pussy as a special treat.

I met up with her at one of the local night clubs. She was a short busty blonde with six earrings in each ear. I figured the reason that she wanted her pussy pierced for a sixth time was so that her pussy would not be left far behind her ears. We knew each other by name and sight since we hanged out with friends that were close.

We danced, drank and talked for a few hours before I finally asked her back to my place. She accepted the invitation and we left the night club by taxi since both of us were too drunk to drive safely. In the back of the taxi, I asked her if she had any surprises that I should know about. She replied that she had no bad surprises but I would have to wait and see what they were.

I could not get the both of us into my apartment fast enough. As soon as I closed the door and turned on the light, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips against her lips. Our kiss was brief for we soon began clawing off each other’s clothes.

I got her down on the floor and positioned myself between her legs. I looked at Pamela’s pierced pussy and counted seven piercings all together. One was on the hood of her clitoris and held a ring. Three piercings were on each side of her labia. I was glad that I stopped wearing braces back in high school. I began licking Pamela’s pierced pussy and enjoyed the way the cold metal felt on my hot tongue.

I made sure that I flicked my tongue on each piercing. The busty blonde moaned with delight and ran her hands through the hair on my heard. I began probing Pamela’s pierced pussy with my hot tongue and she climaxed after several minutes.

She returned the favor by sucking my cock until I was fully erect. I entered Pamela’s pierced pussy with my hard cock. The piercings felt weird but I was glad that I had trimmed my pubic hair so they would not get tangled up. I fucked her hard and long before she climaxed seconds before I did.

Now I can tell my friends about Pamela’s pierced pussy.

JTB

Charmed, I’m Sure

She spread her legs just enough that he could see the gold winking at him. It sent an electric bolt straight to his cock, and he stroked himself harder. That’s what he loved about Natalie. She was never naked, even naked. She always had her jewelry.

When they’d first met, her eyebrow ring and lip stud had turned him on – a girl who is brave enough to let strangers poke needles into her is one who isn’t afraid to risk in a relationship. But he’d had no idea, then, how far her love of body jewelry went.

He approached as she reclined on the bed, bent over her beautiful body. The three rings in each ear glittered against her ebony hair with its painted red highlights; her lip piercing was slick under his tongue. His fingers found her nipples, played with the beads that closed the loops that pierced them. She arched and stiffened.

His cock now lay against her thigh and he shifted so it slid against her pussy. He could feel her jewels pressing into him, little pearls of pleasure. Her nipples were stiff under his fingers, sharply erect now, and straining.

He sucked them, worked lower, cruising down her body to the well of her navel, pierced once above and once below with dangling charms. He jingled them against his teeth, felt her arch and giggle, and then he was there between her thighs, smelling her fragrant pussy, feeling her naked mound slippery against his tongue.

A lone barbell pierced a tiny bit of flesh just above the peak of her cleft, and he kissed it gently before ducking lower. One piercing transfixed her clitoral hood vertically, curved barbell seesawing back and forth under his tongue. The other was a much deeper piercing, the triangle piercing, a ring thrust through the flesh beneath the buried shaft of the clitoris itself.

This one was super-sensitive, and the ring sported a bead that rested right on her pink button. He tugged it with his teeth, making her jump, flicked it to and fro with his tongue, then got to work rubbing her clit with his tongue as she thrust her hips against his greedy mouth.

He could’ve drank from her all night, but she had other ideas. He reluctantly drew away from her sweet-flowing nectar long enough for her to turn over, exposing her round, high-arched ass, and the masterpiece of the piercer’s craft that was her back.

They called it a corset piercing – two rows of rings set shallowly in the flesh like the eyelets of a corset, descending from just below her shoulder blades to just above the peak of her bottom’s delicious swell.

Matching the black and red of her hair, twin ribbons bound both sides together in a net of flesh, metal, and satin. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, heart-stopping, and the fact that she’d dared to go through with it was what had charmed him into falling in love with her in the first place.

He kissed his way up as he slid into her, the hot silken wetness of her. She cried out at his size, his strength, as he thrust in deeply, ruthlessly, rigid cock plundering her yielding pussy.

He twined his fingers in the laces of her corset of flesh and hauled her gently back, relishing the little gasp as he did so. Her mouth met his, panting and desperate.

“Where do you want the next one, love?” he asked, stroking her pussy with his other hand, feeling her twitch and spasm, hips rolling with her first orgasm. “Where shall I pierce you next?”

“Here,” she gasped, holding his hand over her heart. He imagined setting the clamps to her, piercing the delicate skin over her breastbone, perhaps one more at the inner point of each collarbone, a tiny triangle.

“Yes,” he panted. “There. I’ve already got you through the heart, don’t I?”

She moaned and rubbed urgently against him. It was too much, her heat, her lush body squirming on him, his handiwork glittering all over her, his name as good as written in her flesh.

As he came inside her, he knew he’d never tire of piercing her through.

~ Alexandra Rose ~