Beacon Of Love 05 Carnal Safari

5: Carnal Safari

"How long will it take to get hard?" I asked.

"Usually twenty, thirty minutes," Jacques explained.

Half an hour? What use was that when Skipper was ferociously devouring my dick right that minute!?

"The acid and the molly take at least forty-five, even an hour."

"Maybe I should take a little break to charge my batteries," I suggested.

"Good, cause I'm sick of jacking off," Jacques asserted. He pulled Skipper's head right off of my cock and gave her a big sloppy kiss. "You wanna give the kid a break?"

"One more piercing first," she moaned.

"Oh no!" I insisted. "No more piercings, no consent, no take-backs. I've had enough."

"Not you, babe. Me."

"After what you went through for your ears?"

"That was before the molly kicked in. Now I can really do anything I want!"

"Well, what do you wanna pierce?"

"My nipples!" she giggled with delight.

"Not another double. You'll chicken out on the second hole again."

"Not this time. I want you both to pierce one of my nipples each at the same moment... double penetration!"

"You can't be serious..."

"Anahata is the fourth chakra, the heart. Impale my titty, free this chakra, and I promise I'll fuck you! That's a much better deal than getting your own belly pierced just for a blowjob. How could you say no?"

"I'm in," Jacques celebrated. "Come on, kid. When a beautiful vixen asks you to double penetrate her, you say yes!" He handed me a needle, a big one no less. "This twelve gauge should do some permanent damage. Pierce into this rubber cork, then push the barbell through. Okay?"

"That's it?" I nervously probed. "What about sterilization and placement?"

"Relax, babe, it's a drug-fueled orgy," Skipper insisted, all blissed out from the candy flip. "Everything will be fine. Now come fuck up my titties for life!"

At least she was into it this time. Jacques and I dragged the kitchen table into the lighthouse, along with some rugs and blankets from the living room to make it comfortable. Skipper lay down on top so that Jacques and I could flank her from either side. I got her left titty, by her heart. Jacques was all to comfortable sizing up her right.

"I don't get it," I said to Jacques. "Skipper's tripping balls and rolling face, yet you seem totally unphased. How is that possible?"

"High tolerance, I'm afraid. That's why I like young people like you. So many new sensations to discover!"

Skippers toes wiggled with serendipitous anticipation. Her ears were still swollen and wrecked from sizing up way too far way too fast. But her spirit was unbroken. She definitely wanted it bad enough to commit. I lined up the shot, a straight horizontal barbell, in line with Jacques' on the right titty.

"Are you sure this is really what you want?" I posited sincerely.

"Rape me again."

Jacques started piercing right away, so I followed suit immediately, hoping to deliver the double penetration of which Skipper had fantasized. Her nipples were thick, and the needles didn't go through right away. She howled in excrutiation as we violated some of her most sensitive parts. Finally, the needle came out the other side. I pushed the barbell through. It emerged covered in blood.

I screwed on the bead and Skipper came again. Her body rocked and trembled all over. It was all we could do to hold her hands and squeeze her through it. Pleasure and pain were completely indistinguishable to her in her intensely psychedelic condition. She submitted to the penetration and let its energy wash over her, moaning in ecstasy as the blood trickled down her cleavage. I couldn't wait for mine to kick in!

"Oh my GOD!!!!!!!" she howled loudly enough for the birds outside to fly away. "I'm ready! Let's do the tattoo!"

"Woah!" I objected. "Blank consent forms for some naughty piercings is one thing, but a tattoo? While everybody's candy flipping? I can't let you do this to my friend."

"This is no blank piercing consent form," Jacques presented the evidence. "Skipper gave me explicit instructions before she took any drugs. Read for yourself."

My own drugs must have been kicking in, because I could barely read a word. I couldn't believe what was in front of me. Skipper wanted Jacques' phoenix tattooed on top of her pussy while she was candy flipping. She was insane! Still, this was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life, and I was staring down the barrel of a literal permission slip to enjoy the ride. This is what Skipper wanted. Hell, I wanted it too. So why would I stop her? I just needed to be sure.

"Why are you doing this, Skip?"

"Because lightning struck last night right when we orgasmed!" she recounted with vivid enthusiasm. "It was a holy beacon; we both felt it. This is the way."

"Holy shit... HOLY SHIT! I had that orgasm too! I felt the same thing!"

"Then you understand." Skipper smiled. Jacques nodded in knowing agreement.

Since she was already shaved clean, Jacques put the transfer-paper right onto Skipper's pubic mons. Nobody made a big deal of it at the moment, but that's the last time Skipper's pussy ever looked the way it did before. The design Jacques painlessly transferred to the surface of Skipper's skin at that moment would remain there for the rest of her life. It wasn't quite the same as Jacques' phoenix; hers was taller to fit the shape of her pubic mons. Her skin was lighter down there, since it didn't get any sun. The bright orange fire tones made Skipper look like a whole new person!

Jacques rolled out his tattoo gun on another tray. He fired it up, and that classic tattoo buzz echoed up the walls of the lighthouse tower. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"No, wait," she hesitated. "Eat my pussy!"

Jacques motioned for me to get in the game. Skipper spread wide at the end of the table. I knelt down on a folded blanket so her pussy would be right at face-height. Still, Jacques had the tattoo gun buzzing, eagerly awaiting Skipper's affirmative consent.

"Come on, eat my pussy!" she whined again. I dug in with pleasure. I went straight for the alphabet on the clit, as popular culture had trained me to do. She seemed to enjoy it. "Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Ink me, baby!"

"Bienvenue to the rest of your life, Skipper..." Jacques teased as he permanently tore an ink-stained scar through her pubic canvas at a thousand stabs per minute. She could feel the stabbing vibrations ripple throughout her vaginal cavity. She wretched with overwhelming sensation, white-knuckling the table to steady herself. But what could she do? As soon as you're inked, you're committed. Skipper submitted completely. This was happening to her, but she'd let go of control. She didn't say a word beyond ecstatic screams and moans. What a masochist--I bet they could hear her from the mainland!

For my part, the acid was starting to kick in. I lost track of the alphabet and took a more relaxed approach to cunnilingus. I'd never gotten past third base before, so this was all new to me. My tongue even discovered the chain from Skipper's IUD. Every vagina is unique, I suppose, but it was nothing like what I'd expected. In school, it's always too utilitarian and complicated; in porn, it's always too clean and presentable. This was a real human vagina--a beautiful mess, albeit God's beautiful mess. And here I was, fortunate enough to spend some intimate time with a perfect specimen, spelunking my tongue into the cavernous labrynth twixt her voluptuous pink lips... Thank you, God.

I couldn't tell you how much time passed. Half an hour? An hour? Jacques was tattooing just as aggressively as I was eating her out. So it came as a surprise to us both when Skipper called out "Stop!"

"But I've only done the outline," Jacques protested. "I haven't even done any color."

"That's okay," Skipper panted. "I'm already committed. We'll color it in later. I want the last piercing now. My transformation won't be complete without it!"

"The last piercing?" I asked, by now up for anything.

"I think you know where... Would you like to do the honors, babe?"

"You want me to pierce your clit?"

"Well, just the hood, but yeah! I'll keep it forever and ever, I promise! And every time I play with it, I'll think of you!"

"Oh my God yes!" I fully gave in, relinquishing all reservations thereafter. I know it was the molly kicking in, but who cares? We were all rolling together! I was the one late to the party. Now that problem was solved!

"Here you go, kid," Jacques handed me a small needle, even daintier than the one Skipper used to pierce my ear. This was a delicate lady piercing to be sure. "Pierce up, away from the clit itself so you don't damage it. Just pierce the skin."

I was coming up on a candy flip like a rocket-ship and didn't even know what a vagina looked like up close until just earlier that day. I clamped the forceps onto her hood. This was insane. I was gonna wreck her pussy for life!

"Do it, babe!" she cried, trembling. "I want it so bad! Fuck me forever!"

That was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I penetrated her delicate flower and forced my way through to the other side. She gasped in pain. Then when I pushed the barbell through, she squirt me with pleasure, right in my face. I smiled. I'd always wanted to make her cum like that.

"Screw the bead on!" she moaned. I obliged, and true to form it rubbed right up on her clitty bit. This puppy would be getting her off just walking around. She was set to radiate sexual energy full-time. I was honestly jealous. "Finish me!"

Only then did I remember that Skipper had promised to fuck me in exchange for piercing her nipples. There she was, wet, open, begging to be finished off! But where was I? What happened to my boner? The acid had kicked in. The molly had kicked in. Why not the boner pills? I tried jacking off, but it didn't take. I'd gone totally soft.

Jacques mounted Skipper's abdomen and went in for the titty fuck, using the cleavage blood from her nipples as lube. It was fucking depraved.

Still flaccid, I blew some more poppers and plunged my head back in to Skipper's pussy again, licking the fresh blood off her clit. Now the freshly-inked phoenix atop her twat was staring me right in the eye, intrigued by my newfound sexuality. Jacques hadn't inked the colors permanently yet, but even the stencil was a chromatic fantasy watching over my carnal safari! Maybe it was the acid, but that fire-bird came alive! It ruffled its feathers with delight for each little maneuver I made with my intrepid tongue. Wow!

Then came Skipper's big orgasm, the one we'd been waiting for all night. She squeezed her legs tightly around my head, enveloping my face even deeper into her freshly pierced cunt. "Fuck yes!" She gasped. Jacques smooshed her freshly pierced titties together for a tighter climactic fuck. There was blood dripping all over. "Oh Brahman, love divine!" Skipper dug those hot pink fingernails into Jacques' back, and her clit ring into my mouth, trembling with pure joy all over her body. She heaved and purred out the great cosmic Om! I heard it loud and clear through my diamond-studded ears. Finally, Skipper released her legs' grip from my head and loosened her muscles. "Holy shit," she panted. Even the phoenix fluttered down, as if to nest in Skipper's yonic flower. "I need to take a break."

"But I thought we were gonna fuck!" I blurted out, excited from the molly.

"I just need a break. You're still not hard anyway. I'm gonna clean up in the bathroom. Get hard with Jacques and you can fuck me when I get back."

Jacques dismounted Skipper and reached out his hand to me. "What do you say, babe? Are we equal partners in this ménage à trois? Nothing off the table?"

I'd never had a gay impulse before in my life, but I was way too far gone to start saying no now. I was bottomless in a crop-top with a choker, pierced ears and a belly ring. I was a little faggot and I'd never wanted cock so badly in my life.

"Oui oui, Capitaine," I saluted, then leaped into Jacques' arms and kissed him intensely.