Vivian Laaning Ch 24

The next morning, Vivian awoke first. As soon as she was aware she had a woman in her arms, she became cognizant of the events of the previous night. She slid her bottom hand underneath Angela's arm pit to reach and maul Angela's ample tits. With her other hand Vivian fingered Angela's pussy. She concentrated on Angela's clitoris, which had the effect of awakening her sleeping beauty.

Angela gasped followed by a heavy sigh as soon as she became aware of her pleasurable situation. Once Vivian realized, that Angela was awake, she rolled her so that Angela's back was resting on top of her front. Vivian then had a more comfortable position to continue fondling Angela's breasts as well as continue finger fucking her pussy; both clit and vagina. Angela was squirming at the relentless manual assault on her body. And she was breathing mightily heavily as a result of an euphoria that she had never experienced before.

Vivian was continuously applying pressure on Angela's boobs. Pinching them, squeezing them, rubbing them, until the nipples were absolutely taut. Each pinch and each squeeze of her tits and nipples, produced a shot of pain coursing throughout her body. Angela gasped at each such ravages on her breasts. Happily though, each jolt of pain was immediately followed by an overwhelming feeling of ecstatic pleasure.

The intense hand action by Vivian on Angela's clit and pussy proved to be the coupe de grâce for the latter. Once Vivian was using her thumb to rub the clit and simultaneously plunging three fingers into the vagina; Angela was done! She squirted something fierce as she reached her orgasm. By force of gravity all of Angela's female juices fell back on her shaved mons veneris.

Vivian withdrew her hand upon realizing Angela was climaxing. This allowed Angela to scramble from her position to sit her cunt on Vivian's face. Thereupon she remarked in a mockingly stern command:

"You are responsible for getting me wet. So it's your duty to clean me up."

Vivian had no objection to Angela's demand. In fact she enthusiastically licked up all the moisture on Angela's skin. This then paved the way for some delicious licking of Angela's pussy. Not to mention that by this time Angela was emitting powerful odorous whiffs of the consequences of their sexual activity, and those fumes were intoxicating to Vivian. As Angela was nearing yet another orgasm, she scrambled to a new position and started scissoring Vivian's vagina. That action was absolutely intense. It did not take long for both women to start squealing as their mutually arrived climaxes drove their minds to blankness. The only thing in their conscious vision was exploding stars and fireworks.

As they separated, and lying on their backs, they were heavily hyperventilating for quite some time before they were able to catch their breath. Their afterglow lasted even longer as each woman was basking not only with the euphoria of a most pleasant sexual encounter, but also in delight with each other's companionship. Finally, Vivian was first to recover her normal composure and suggested:

"I think we can both could use a refreshing shower. Then I'll fix us some breakfast."

They both trooped into the bathroom and spent a joyous time in washing each other's private parts. They ended up seriously kissing each other while allowing the shower spray to rain down and along the front of their bodies. After drying each other they remained naked as they repaired to the kitchen. Vivian prepared a delicious breakfast of pancakes stuffed with blueberries and a side of link sausages complete with coffee and orange juice. As they were eating their sumptuous breakfast, Angela remarked:

"Oh my god, Vivian! This is absolutely wonderful. In addition to being a spectacular sex partner, you're truly a great cook."

Vivian demurred from such lavish praise:

"I'm a farmer's daughter after all. So the ability to cook is a natural consequence of my upbringing. Besides my mother was a great cook and she was an excellent teacher of the culinary arts to my sister and myself. As for being a 'spectacular' (Vivian gesturing the quote sign) sex partner, I owe my older sister a lot. She was my sex mentor when I was stricken with mono when I was seventeen. In addition, I've broadened my sexual horizons on my own through various experiences. These tattoos on my legs are evidence of that latter fact."

"Yes, I was going to ask you about them. They certainly by design are nothing like what I know of as a traditional tattoo. I presume there is a story behind them?"

"Yes indeedy, my sweet Angela! It all started this school year with a term paper I was doing in my Ancient Roman History class. My topic was Roman orgies; truth and myth. In my research I came across Empress Messalina one of Emperor Claudius' wives. Messalina was famous for her promiscuity. Legend has it that she challenged the most celebrated prostitute in Rome to a contest as to who could fuck the most men in one sitting or session. The Empress won as she outlasted the prostitute by fucking twenty-five men in a twenty-four hour period.

"Now I'm a girl who likes a challenge, and does not shirk from one. I was determined to equal the feat of Messalina. So I gathered up my two most frequent fuck buddies as well as two gay guys I know from the drama department. I called them my Mati Hari gang, after the infamous WW I German spy. You see the four of them recruited twenty-one guys to do me in a marathon gang bang.

"The premise was that I was undertaking a CIA test to ensure that I would not shirk from sex should a situation arise requiring me to do so in my CIA career."

Here Angela interrupted, "Oh my god. Vivian, are you really being recruited by the CIA and must undergo such a test?"

Vivian replied:

"Of course not! It was just a ruse to legitimize my orgy and I'm pretty sure the guys did not take the story seriously either. But no matter, for them I think it was a case of a fuck is a fuck. Each gentleman would have me for a period of time averaging fifty minutes or so. That way I could have at least a ten minute break between each hourly visit.

"The two gay guys were very enthusiastic with my unique orgy plan, and its concept, so much so that they volunteered to participate. One of them was so totally gay, that he did not even get an erection upon seeing my naked body. Accordingly I had to give him a blow job to get him primed. I like to think that my cock sucking skill was in the same league as what he was used to since his ensuing erection was certainly a magnificent sight to behold. I insisted that both of my gay buddies fuck me in my vagina since neither ass fucking nor cock sucking would be novel experiences for them in their ordinary normal sexual activity.

"As for my two regular fuck buddies, they were my partners in the last hour. It was the only threesome I had, but it completed the tally of twenty-five men in twenty-four hours."

Angela exclaimed:

"Oh wow Vivian! That sure sounds like quite an adventure to say the least!"

Then by bending her head Angela took a closer look at Vivian's tattoos and said:

"So I'm thinking that these tattoos on your thighs must represent this event. So I see...let me see...yes there are twenty-four colorful rectangles in total on your legs which I'm guessing represent the twenty four hours of your gang bang. Since I see progressive numbers which if they're in order I'm thinking the numbers seem to represent the hours of the day expressed in military time.

"Then I see two letters in each of the twenty-three rectangles and a pair of two letters in one of the rectangle at the top of your thigh. These letters must represent the initials of the guys you fucked in the corresponding hour. And you did say you took on your two favorite fuck buddies in the last hour, so that would account for the pair of initials in what looks like the 09:00 rectangle.

"However, I do not understand the color scheme of your rectangles. If they were all the same I could guess that they were your favorite colors from top to bottom say. If instead they were different, but say arranged in a particular order like for example the color scheme of a rainbow then I could discern the reason. In such a case I would guess that you are announcing that yes you fucked twenty-five guys, but that does not mean you're adverse to gay i.e. lesbian sex.

"Instead you have twelve rectangles colored with blue, black and white stripes; and twelve rectangles colored with black, red and yellow stripes. If I were to guess these are your favorite colors and since black is repeated, it must indicate that black is your favorite color. But then who makes black their favorite color anyway? Besides is black really considered a color? Or maybe you're a Satanist? Oh my god Vivian your not evil are you?"

Vivian laughed and replied:

"No of course not? Black is not my favorite color; purple is. And by the way that color is not yellow, but gold."

Angela snorted, "Whatever!" in reply.

Vivian continued:

"But I must congratulate you on your sleuthing ability. You're in the same league as Sherlock Holmes I would say. The twenty-four rectangles as you called them..."

Here Angela interrupted:

"What! You mean to say they're not rectangles? They sure look like rectangles to me as opposed to squares, or obviouly not circles either."

"Yes of course they're rectangular in shape. They do indeed as you've guessed represent the twenty-four hours of my sexual peccadillo which I've designated as my Messalina weekend. And you were spot on in discerning that all twenty-four hours of my weekend are listed with the initials of the gentlemen I entertained at the particular hour. But you see the rectangles also represent me, as the sole participant in every hour..."

Angela interrupted again:

"Huh! How in the hell to do these colorful rectangles represent you?"

"It so happens that although my father was born here in the USA, his parents were Estonian, arriving in Wisconsin after World War II. My mother was born in Germany and her parents escaped the brutal communist regime of East Germany during the 1950s. So although my parents are American citizens I am by their ancestry half German and half Estonian, and I'm able to speak both languages. So these rectangles on my thighs are replicas of the flags of each of those countries; the flag of Estonia is blue, black and white, whereas the flag of Germany is black, red and gold."

At this point, Vivian was standing to gather the dishes from the table to put into the dish washer. This gave Angela the opportunity to see the tattoos more clearly and now she believed she saw what seemed to be an error. So she replied:

"That's mighty clever of you Vivian and quite ingenious if I must say. However I hate to say this, but it seems like your tattoo artist made a huge mistake. Since I was bending down I could see the letters and the numbers, but for some one looking normally, they are upside down. And I'm guessing it's very hard to correct."

"Oh no darling Angela! There is no mistake. I ordered the lettering and numbering exactly as how it is. You see in this way I can read them when I'm sitting down and bare legged. Since they are not seen when I'm dressed, the only persons that will be able to see and read my tattoos accurately will be my sex partners. And then only when we are doing a sixty-nine oral sex when they're on top."

Angela replied, "Hmmm! Well in that case, I'm sure you won't mind if I check a little more closely the penmanship quality of your tattoo artist?"

"Not at all! Be my guest!", giggled Vivian, knowing full well, what Angela was alluding to. Accordingly, she finished filling the dishwasher, and sauntered with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips over to the bedroom. Thereupon, she got onto the bed and flopped on her back spread-eagled.

Angela followed, and even though there was no witness to her progress, her hips wiggled in a similar manner as Vivian. Although her movement was subconsciously driven, nevertheless she was conscious of an apprehension of being overwhelmed by Vivian's unabashed, and rambunctious sexuality. She definitely did not wish to be deemed an undesirable sex partner by this most exciting woman she had ever encountered.

With an outward display of sureness she surely did not really feel, Angela got onto the bed, and on her knees positioned her sexual nether regions next to Vivian's face. The latter had thereby, nothing better to do than lick on Angela's labia lips. Angela plunged forward, and with her palms holding her up, she examined in detail the tattoos on Vivian's thighs. With this closer view Angela saw that each tattoo was perfect and in sync with the over all scheme. As she looked at Vivian's left thigh, she first moaned as Vivian's tongue licked her clit. Then she exclaimed:

"Oh my! These flags do seem to be in reading order as I'm looking at them from this position. The first Estonian flag on your left thigh just above your knee reads: '10:00, and AP'. I take it that was the starting point of your Messalina weekend. And the next flag says '11:00 and ZB' which must mean your second...er appointment."

As that last word was spoken, Vivian's tongue found Angela's 'G' spot, and she gasped in reaction. Startled by Angela's gasping outburst, Vivian stopped momentarily, her cunnilingus of her partner. This allowed her to respond:

"Oh yes! AP was Austin Praschak, a mere boy in sexual experience but not shy about catching up! He even cum kissed me without any hesitation. And ZB was Zack Bell, a mountain of a man! He made me feel dainty even though I'm not small by any stretch of imagination. I loved being in the arms of that behemoth. And of course his black cock was just as enormous! Simply lovely to play with!"

Vivian let out a deep sigh as she reminisced about those two first lovers of her Messalina weekend. Thereupon she resumed licking Angela's pussy. Angela had gasped joyfully in reaction to the stimulation of her 'G' spot. She then commenced licking Vivian's pussy in compliance to their seemingly mandatory sixty-nine oral sexual activity. However curiosity of Vivian's tattoos got the better of her, and Angela stopped her tongue action momentarily to examine some more of them. So she said:

"Completing that first row on your thighs, it seems to read: '12:00 and CB', on an Estonian flag; '13:00 and DB'; '14:00 and RR' and finally '15:00 and JJ' all on the German flags. Can you enlighten me about them?"

Angela went back to muff diving Vivian's snatch to pass the time while awaiting a reply. Vivian was not in a hurry to respond as she was enjoying eating out the pretty little minx, and getting her hot and bothered. Eventually, Vivian volunteered:

"CB was Christian Baun, who confessed to being a virgin. He wasn't very good looking but he had a satisfactory cock, so it was so much fun to play with. DB was Dontye Burrell who loved sodomy. His cock was quite a challenge but I was woman enough for him. RR was Robert Remington who was great in kissing and sharing mutual fluids. JJ was James Joyce who wanted to marry a girl named Joyce for some unfathomable reasons."

That last sentence struck Angela's funny bone and it caused her to laugh heartily. As a result, her passion in the oral sex wilted. She immediately chided Vivian:

"Your wicked tongue was doing marvelous things with my cunt, but your verbal tongue has made me lose my concentration. Bad Vivian! Bad! Bad! Bad!"

"Oh please don't shed any crocodile tears on me! I'm sure I can get you excited again in no time."

"Promises! Promises!"

Vivian harrumphed, and resumed kissing and licking Angela's nether regions; pussy and asshole. Angela for her part also resumed eating out Vivian's pussy. But then curiosity of Vivian's tattoos teased her brain so much that she stopped her muff dive to inspect the second row of them. She declared:

"Well Vivian I see that your 04:00 PM partner was a 'RG' and your 05:00 PM visitor was a 'UW'. Too bad it wasn't 'UH'. As an English Literature major, I would've guessed 'Uriah Heep' and not the rock band either. Oh dear! I see that I've spotted another mistake! It looks like the tattoo artist dropped some extra ink after the 'W'. I suppose this spot is too hard to remove without spoiling that tattoo flag. Too bad! Your tattoos certainly have an interesting tale to tell or pieces of tail should I say."

Vivian laughed at Angela's wry conjectures, and so she ceased her cunnilingus and anilingus to reminisce:

"Ah yes, RG was Roger Gutfeld, and although he was a very short man, he did possess a super cock that just did me fine. And the spot of ink you noticed was not a mistake by the tattoo artist. It is actually an asterisk mark to remind me that 'UW' is not the real initials of my 17:00 'visitor'.

"He was Tyrone Williams, a nasty black fellow. I didn't mind his rough sex such as fucking me in my ass without any lubricant. However I couldn't stand his vile and contemptuous putdowns he found necessary to insult my character.

"Consequently I summoned the Mati Hari gang, by way of a pre-arranged signal to have him removed from my presence. He certainly turned out to be my most disagreeable partner in my orgy. So I thought he does not deserve to be commemorated on my successful replication of Messalina's famous sexual feat.

"Instead I instructed the tattoo artist to place the UW initials instead of TW in this spot with the asterisk to remind me that this is an exception to the overall design. The UW stands for University of Wisconsin as the place and time of my life where I mimicked Empress Messalina's legendary sexual performance."

Angela observed:

"Wow Vivian! So there are no mistakes in your tattoos? You really did fuck twenty-five guys in twenty-four hours?"

"Yes I did!"

"You know Vivian, that some would say that you are a bad girl for fucking twenty-five guys in twenty-four hours."

"Well then, I guess I'm a bad girl."

"Some would even say that you are a very bad girl."

"I guess then that I'm a very bad girl."

"Do you know what happens to very bad girls?"

"No what?"

"They get spanked."

Vivian pondered for a moment, and then in her husky sultriest voice replied:

"Oh! Well OK then..."

With that said, Vivian pushed Angela off her, and got off the bed. She went to her dresser and grabbed a spanking paddle from a drawer containing her accumulated various sexual toys. It was the paddle given to her by Erica during the Christmas break. Her sister sardonically observed that her husband was no longer into kinky sex nor for that matter much into vanilla sex either. Vivian returned to the bed, handing the paddle to Angela saying:

"I believe twenty-five swats is an appropriate punishment for my sins; thirteen spanks on one of my ass cheeks and twelve on the other. Don't be gentle, I've been a very bad girl."

With that said, Vivian climbed on to the bed with her knees resting at the edge. She balanced herself on her arms forward on the bed, so as to allow Angela to strike her bottom while standing. As for Angela, she was a little surprised at Vivian's literal reaction to what she had intended as a jocular comment. However, an excited anticipation of participation flooded her mind so that her mood was in sync with Vivian's sexual desires.

Accordingly, Angela got off the bed and placed herself at the optimum spot to administer a thorough spanking of Vivian's ass. First, she used the paddle to rub against Vivian's rump as a precursor of what was to come. Then without warning she struck

the first blow with moderate strength; basically a tentative swat. Vivian let out a yelp of pain, but despite such discomfort, Vivian taunted her tormentor:

"Come on Angela you can do better than that. Remember I've been a very bad girl. I needed to be punished severely."