Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2018 17:09:55 -0500
From: steamgene@cox.net
Subject: After The Experiment: Susie and Melinda: Tattoos-41

	  After The Experiment:  #  Susie and Melinda: Tattoos-41

Author's note.  This story is a development from the stories by rwxxx13
with the group title "Study bg3-17."  He has approved my continuation with
his characters as individuals.

					         by
					Larry Marian

	Big sister Melinda and little sister Susie lay on the two beds in
Melinda's room, one 17 and the other 12.  Both lay on their stomach, their
heads propped up in the hands, talking.  This would be a totally normal
chat of older and younger except both were nude and the door to the bedroom
was wide open, making them both visible to brothers and parents.
	"I'm thinking about asking Mom to let me have a tattoo," Susie
said.
	"You are WHAT!!!??? SUSIE!  You're joking.  Aren't you?"
	"No.  I think they're neat.  You have some."
	"Had some.  Look at me. See any tat on me? "  Melinda stood up and
slowly turned around.  "See anything?"
	"Er.  No.  Yeah.  But you had some."
	"And got rid of the damn things, Susie.  I had them cause I was
pissed.  I got them lazered off.  Paige helped.  I'll never do that again.
Francis would kill me if he saw me with a tattoo again."
	"But.  Look at all the singers and such with them!"
	"Bah.  They've got tons of money to spend on that junk.  Those
things are expensive.  Why would you want to have a tattoo?" Melinda smiled
at her younger sister.
	"I don't know.  Why did you have them?"
	"Because I was mad at the world.  I wanted to show I was mad and
bad and didn't care about anything."  She smiled at Susie, reached over and
patted the shoulder of the younger girl.  "Look.  I was in ninth grade.  I
was just fourteen.  I went to Mom and told her I wanted a tattoo.  I could
pay for it.  I just needed her written permission.  Mom fussed but wrote
out a permission letter, like we have for school.
	"So, what did I do?  Saturday, I got dressed.  I put on a thong.  A
low cut fancy bra which held up nothing, really.  A short skirt.  A tight,
sheer blouse.  After I left the house, I stopped and put on bright red
lipstick and heavy eye shadow in a fast food women's room.  Some mother
thing came in, saw me, and shook her head.
	"I'd looked up the address of a tattoo and piercing parlor not too
far away and got to it pretty fast.  It was still pretty early on a
Saturday and the place was just opened.  So I went in and found it stinking
of cigarette and cigars.  There was a counter and a bell, which I rang and
this guy came out.  He was a bit fat, had a bunch of tattoos and smoked a
cigar.
	"So I told him I wanted a tattoo, maybe a few.  Just words and some
arrows.  Simple colors.  So he told me one would be about $100.00!  I
almost freaked out.  Then he asked where I wanted them.  I told him one on
each boob, one below my throat, and one above my pussy.  He said that might
be more.  I gave him my permission letter.  He said there was nothing on
the letter about tattooing my breasts or my genitals.  I said my mom didn't
care.  But I asked if we could work something out on the cost?  Could I do
chores to pay for part?  Deposit?  He said maybe.  Then he wanted to know
what words did I want?  So I told him.  Above my cleavage, an arrow
pointing towards my mouth with "suck station."  Left breast to have `suck
this" and "nibble this" on the right.  Belly button to have "nope." and
above my slit, "Insert here."
	"He said that made me look like a whore.  I said that was sorta the
idea.  He thought for a moment.  So he said, okay - a deal.  Each would be
$20.  In addition, he got three blow jobs from me for the three around my
boobs - each, plus one fuck for each one.  The two at or below my waist
line would be three fucks and two blow jobs.  First, I'd have to
demonstrate I knew how to give a blow job.  So I said okay.  How often
would I need to do this and when could we start?  He said to come into the
back room.
	"There he said he'd try me out.  If the blow job was a good one, I
could come tomorrow for the first money payment and blow job, then Monday
for the second.  Tuesday he'd do the first tattoo and take the first fuck.
Wednesday he'd take the third blow job.  Next week, we'd repeat the deal
and so on."
	"Wow," Susie said.  "That really sounds gross.  I mean you don't
even know the guy. "
	"Well, it's not that I hadn't done stuff with a stranger before.
Susie- I really, really was being a really bad kid.  So I followed him into
the back room, which had all the tattooing stuff, to include a bed and a
chair and stuff.  He closed and locked the door.  `Okay, kid,' he said,
`strip.'
	"Everything?" I asked.  `Yep.  Bare ass naked, kid.  I bet you've
been seen naked before.'  I started undressing.  `Sexy bra,' he said.
`Nice thong.'  `Nice tits.  Nice pussy.  Okay, get down on your knees on
that throw pillow.'  So I did and he came and stood in front of me.  `Okay,
kid, get my cock out and let me find out what you can do.'
	"So I got it out and he said `Nah, drop my trou, kid.  You need to
get to my balls if you're gonna do a good job, right?"
	"Sure," I said and went for his belt and dropped the jeans and
pulled down his boxers.  He had about a six inch cock, but it was thin with
a pointed head - no mushroom at all and unshaven balls.  He seemed pretty
excited with a bunch of pre cum.  So I went to work on it, licking,
kissing, sucking, juggling his balls,.."
	"I guess you were trying to get him to cum and be done with it,"
Susie said.
	"Yeah.  It still took awhile, even when he began to face fuck me.
But after awhile, he put both his hands behind my head and really began to
pump.  No warning - just suddenly he began to cum, holding him head so I
had to take and swallow - and swallow.  He had really pretty icky cum but I
did it. "
	"Okay," he finally said when he'd finished.  "Good job.  You give a
mean blow job, kid.  Go ahead and get dressed and I'll see you tomorrow
afternoon about three.  Bring the $20.  Okay?"
	"Sure," I said and got dressed.
	"So that's how it worked?" Susie asked.
	"Yep.  Pretty much.  Next day I went in and waited while he
finished up with some guy who left.  I went into the back room, gave the
artist the $20, took off my clothes, sucked him off on my knees again, put
my clothes back on and started home.  On the way Billy Smith saw me
walking.  He gave me a ride to the old mall, we got in the back and
screwed, then he gave me a ride home.  Monday I came back, gave him his
blow job and he did some measurements for the tattoo on my right boob the
next day.
	"That day I came in, stripped, he put me on my hands and knees on
the bed, fucked me doggie style, then gave me the first tattoo.  So the
following day he checked out the tattoo, I sucked him and was told to come
back Saturday and we'd begin again.
	"The only bad thing, was the second time he screwed me, he didn't
warn me, but lubed up his cock and then stuck it in my butt.  As I said,
his dick was pretty thin, so it wasn't bad, but I asked him not to do that
again.
	"Ouch.  Did he?"
	"Well, he tried.  I told him to leave my butt alone and I'd give
him an extra blow job.  He took that.  So I got my tats and Mom and Dad got
pissed and the boys said I was being an idiot.  But the other boys liked
it.  Thing is, Susie, I was having sex with every guy who could get hard.
Now how many boys have you had sex with? "
	"Uh, Jason of course.  And Mason. "
	"So two."
	"Well, uh.  Remember that sleep over I had with Amy Jones a month
ago?"
	"Yeah.  Jason wasn't real happy about that.  You sort of ducked out
on his spending the night here."
	"Well, he spent the night the next night and everything was fine.
But Amy's cousin Bobby was there.  He's fourteen and we had a good time
talking and everything.  So he said, why not come into where his bed was
for a bit.  I did.  Well, one thing led to another and we did it."
	"Really?  I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  Did you have fun?"
	Susie smiled.  "I'm evil, I guess.  Yes, we had fun.  I was there
'til four in the morning.  We didn't do it just once. "
	Melinda shook her head, "Okay, Little Sister, How many times?"
	"You mean vaginal?"
	"No.  I mean sex.  Vaginal.  Oral.  Anal, Using your feet. "
	Susie let out a giggle on that.  "Okay.  Oral, twice, I sucked him.
He ate me out.  Screwing three times.  Three different ways.  Amy never
knew I was gone.  He was really good.  But that's it. "
	Melinda patted Susie on the shoulder.  "Just remember what you
think of Jason and Mason.  Don't turn into a slut, Susie.  It's a bad habit
to break.  Okay?"
	"Okay.  I really don't want to hurt either of them. "
	"I know you don't, Susie.  You're a great kid.  No tattoos?"
	"I guess not.  It doesn't seem such a great idea now."
	Melinda gave her a sisterly kiss on the forehead.  "It's not.
Trust me."
	Susie smiled.  "I do. "



Dear Reader,

When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than
between three to five more stories.  Like Topsy, this has grown.  With
growth came a few errors.  For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim
Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation
clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read
"... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ."  Feel free to point
out other errors.  If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors
will be corrected.  Thanks.

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