PIERCING

What's not to love and enjoy in a partner's metal body toy?

A genital piercing is not something you decide on the spur of the moment, or maybe it is— perhaps you don't want to overthink some decisions. Maybe just do it like fondling your clitty in the shower. It just happens.

My tattoo artist, Ralph, created an awesome design for my lower back. Two Celtic swirls flank a heart-shaped outline, and the base of the heart leads very suggestively deep into my buttock curve.

Sometimes, a girl has to hint as to what she really wants —those of you who know — once you've let a guy into your exhaust pipe, he or others will be invited to more than tinker around with your tailpiece regularly once the juices start to flow.

I was listening to Ralph and watching him scratch his beard. He was a middle-aged Harley biker and Chapter secretary who appeared like a guy you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. However, he was actually a mellow family dude, or it was a good cover.

My hairy biker explained there was some planning to be done before the deed could transpire. 

"Most girls," he said, "like to be shaved, though it wasn't necessary. They get all modest about their fuzz being seen when their clit is going to be popped out as my fingers lift their hood of skin for the piercing."

After a scratch where the sun never shines, he continued," As I don't know, you may be commando, for all I know, under your jeans—you have to ease down your pants —not me."

"Okay — I'm okay with how I look — besides, I'm here for a piercing, not a full Brazilian."

"Fine, Kerry," and he passed me a folder.

"Look at these off-file images and see what you're in for if you haven't done your internet homework. The girls gave us permission to use them. "

I had done a basic web search. Much of the information was about health and diagrams, so I flipped through the parlour's naughty private shots. 

My — did the clitty hood bolts and rings look sexy, but I wasn't going to selfie my new metal attachment and let Ralph secretly show it to the next customer.

Hell!

One clithood and ring looked precisely like Chelsea's, an olive-skinned local girl I had hooked up with during a party a few months back. Her ring had been such fun to play with.

The sassy gothic chick had her hand down my pants first on a lounge in a darker corner of a house party room after some close body squeezing and nibbly kissing. 

She was so sure of herself. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that once she touched me, I would know what I needed and wanted. 

I popped her zipper button so fast. I was super excited. I immediately felt silky smoothness and then the thrill of a metal ring; it surprised me as I fondled around her quickly moist and currently unseen at that stage, fleshy lips.

We hit the bathroom quickly. I don't think we even locked the door and were stripping each other. She guided my head down between her legs to get the full view and to play.

Her metal piece curving through her twisted flesh was alluring and gave me a tingly thrill, like I was the bad girl, as I pulled it up and down like a lever. 

A bad girl hitting on a bad girl is so inciting. 

Well, the metal ring was a pleasure switch. I manipulated it, and it took her fem-foreskin, over and over her sensitive, cute nub, again and again.

I could see her delight.

Her eyes rolled.

I heard her pleasure.

"Ooh, that's so, so frickin' good! Oh, my, oh my, aah, aaah, aah!"

I could feel her emerging climax.

Thigh shudders, abdomen tensing, chest heaving, nipples taut.

A piece of metal was taking the bitch to a fast orgasm.

I could see her weepy tacky fem-moisture drizzling out of her slit.

She was sighing and moaning rapidly. 

"Ooh, oohh! Holy crap. Aah, aahh, ahhhh!"

Wow, was Chelsea one happy girl.

She gushed. A frickin surging jet like a burst water main. A massive ejaculated, uncontrollable squirt. A slooshing, sluicing spout.

I had to get pierced, that was my thought as she came explosively, all through the friction of metal teasing, deliberately molesting and tantalising her skin hood over her clitty.

I was already soaking in the excitement of my first pierce play.

Chelsea's tongue had my cunny off in no time. She was a practised bisexual.

I knew it instantly.

Her tongue probed into my crevice and flicked my firm bud repeatedly.

Shards of girly bliss dominated.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, ooh, ooh, aah!"

She later admired my lower back tat as we dressed, a sincere compliment.

I was equally effusive over her clit ring.

I asked." Where did you get it done?"

She said," Ralph's."

"Well, Ralph," I said, closing the folder. "I'm ready, but I think I want the bolt, not the ring, okay."

"HCV or VCH — it will depend on your clithood shape and private anatomy," said Ralph, as if he was selling me car parts.

"I will need a photo or a consultation first to inform you whether your shape suits Vertical or Horizontal."

He sounded like my boyfriend Jake working on his car.

After my test runs, Jake would be the first to play with the love bolt.

A vertical or horizontal clit hood- Christ, I wasn't getting a complete reconditioned setup like labiaplasty or a sex change down there.

"Okay— let's check now and then punch it in."

"Right-O— Kerry, come through to the parlour chair," he indicated. 

I knew the steps from my back tat a few months ago.

I was seated. I unzipped my jeans and eased my panties down. 

Well, there it was — the combination of the moment — Ralph's latex glove and my coochie. 

Hardly a sexy exchange. 

He was very professional. 

Geez, what did he do with his wife crossed my mind when he went down on her.

It was a quick inspection. 

The shortest time ever a male or female, for that matter, had spent time between my legs. Once someone gets there, they don't salute and leave. 

Surely, Ralph was tempted to be unprofessional. No, apparently not. 

He was finished. The glove was off. 

I was still coochie exposed with a fuzzy dark stubble visible. 

Oh, well — You are as you are — in the moment.

"You're fine for a vertical basic bar, say sterling silver, and it's a good sensible starting piece." 

Ralph showed me three design options in little, sterile, clear plastic packets.

I chose a basic classical design.

Ralph had his piercing needle and latex gloves on. 

Was this the moment of hesitation? 

My sweet soft, delicate coochie hood was for it. 

The needle approached motherfucking big. 

He opened an antiseptic towelette and wiped across my cute crumpled cowl.

Geez, even one quick wipe had me randy. The tingle took my mind off the needle. 

Ralph swabbed around with some skin prep pads. My so-responsive flesh had a slightly tickly feel. This was complex, but it was best to be careful.

My flesh hijab was pulled up with his needle hand; my clitty was poking out like it was watching the action, too, its cute veil lifted.

Ralph's other hand had a cork. 

He saw my surprise.

"No, sweetie, it's not for your arse."

So he could joke — he was trying to relax me — 

"If you flinch or move suddenly, it will keep other delicate skin safe. The cork ensures the piercing needle doesn't pierce and cause infection accidentally — elsewhere."

He paused.

"Are you ready?"

I nearly said: Well, you could never really be ready for something like this happening to your pussy, but I said, "Yes."

The gargantuan-looking needle was through the thin bonnet covering my cute clit.

With my head on my chin, I saw the flash of metal lodge in the cork.

There was a slight, quick pinch sensation.

I was startled.

Then chuffed.

Wow, look at me — as Ralph eased the bolt into place.

I was done…awesome… I looked great.

He was swabbing the area gently again. Ralph then saw me gawking at my own body. I was unashamedly, excitedly, self clitty metal transfixed.

He said, "I've finished. You can pull your pants up — carefully — now."

Fuck, the old coot didn't even have a boner. 

What's the fun of a job like this if it doesn't turn you on?

I was imagining what would have happened had Chelsea asked me to clit pierce her. 

She would have been eaten out after a full lingering play around her private parts.

Ralph had to get me to concentrate on the aftercare pack and pamphlet.

"Kerry, that's the topical gel to apply, and if you ain't a reader, sex is fine straight away, but keep it all clean."

I imagined Jakey Boy pulling my bolt — all the way home.

I had good fun with my hand mirror in my bedroom. Taking angled peeks at my new plaything between my legs. It was so adorable. I wanted to kiss myself down there. 

I decided that Jake would have the honours tomorrow. One night to let my bolt settle in.

Well, Jake was full of all the worst fuckin excuses in the world for not having sex the next couple of days. 

This was not Jake. 

Jake and abstinence were mismatched. 

All I usually had to do was flash my eyes, wear something provocative or grab his crotch, and it was boner fun time.

Excuses, like he had car trouble and needed to help a mate move at short notice, had me exasperated after 48 hours. 

I needed a fuck regardless of whether he saw my clit bolt or not. I went to grope his crotch in the kitchen of our flat as he was preparing our dinner. 

He arched his groin away from my hand.

I thought: Who the fuck are you fucking — you prick?

He calmed me down with a delicious meal and the unexpected.

Jake watched a tear-jerking, saccharine-sweet chick flick with me. He cuddled me in bed and wore his jocks to sleep. 

It was nice; it was male-domesticated, but what the fuck was happening to 'our fucking' relationship?

Well, I had a great shower alone the following day. I got the maximum feel for the minimum investment.

Holy crap! The metal felt good to play with.

I loved my bolt.

I wanted Jake to suck on it, too!

Well, thank God Jake was in the mood by the afternoon. Four days without cock and pussy combining for joint action. Easily the most prolonged abstinence since we had moved in together six months ago. 

Crikey!

We were behaving like an old married couple who rarely did the deed.

We had to put an end to that direction — we needed to get back to everyday, opportunistic, youthful fucking.

Jake came into the lounge; he had his silky boxers on, and his boner was way up, thick already.

We were both naked and about to take in our usually regular shared fun bits when almost simultaneously —

"Fuck Wow," from Jake.

"Oh My God," from me.

Jake had a silver ring pierced through the top of his nut bag at the base of his erect shaft.

Cool!

What a surprise.

He had held off sex to adjust to it.

Did we have fun together, touching private skin in new, exciting ways with our new metal bits to both share and manipulate.

We caressed each other, sharing the perforation stories. Ralph had done Jake's cock too.

Geez, was the sex that followed the exciting piercing play raunchy. We both felt sexy. We were sexy—erogenous overload for two. 

I sucked his cock to the point of bursting. Pulling his ring down gently to excite his ball bag. 

Jake unfolded my clitty turban and sucked the bolt between his lips with lingering, delicate savouring skill. 

Fuck it felt good.

"Ooh, ooh, yeah, so fuckin' good! Suck that shiny bolt. Lift it. Ooh, that makes my clitty feel so, so good! Ooh, ooh, ooh!"

My response hit the ceiling.

It was sensual sex. It was heated sex at the same time. It was headed for filthy sex.

I was so relaxed as he took me in my arsehole. He was pumping in male bliss tightness. I was squeezing my ring around his pecker. 

Geez, it was frickin awesome.

My hand went back through my legs, stretching and easing down on his new ring. 

Jake groaned in absolute manly, ball-bursting excitement.

"Oorrgh,oorrghh, yes baby. More of that, baby! Orrghh, Oorrgghh!"

Jake, at the same time, was manipulating his fingers around my bolt, exciting my clitty to a delirium of fem-ecstasy. The metal bar created surprising kinky friction. 

I came hard. Way more potent than usual.

Jake was enjoying my excited cries of: "Yeah, keep doing that. Mmm—yeah. Oh God. Oh, fuck me. Ooh— oohh— ooohhh!"

Jake creamed my arse just after I came. 

I felt the thick wads flex into me as his cock jerked fast and hard.

He was groaning and grinding. Geez, it was intense.

Jake said later: "Fuck, that was great cumming as you teased my balls, pulling down on my ring. It was so good."

We were like kids as we gobbled down our dinner to return to something more important.

Jake and I had new playthings and couldn't leave them alone. 

We fondled, caressed, stroked, pulled, kneaded, massaged, patted, pawed and petted our new metal knickknacks. 

Then heightened beyond our usual arousal, we fucked and fucked— piercing each other's sexuality — to new depths.