Gender: Male Age: 24 Location: chicago
|Introduction: Sorry dear constant reader, this has been a long time coming. I noticed in my previous stories stories that it's always the female that is different or unique in some way. This was completely unintentional, maybe just an expression of the mystery we feel towards the opposite sex. in any case I decided to write a story where it's the man who is different and the woman is normal. Fans of Ray Bradbury may recognize the title, but I assure you it's a very different story. Enjoy!|
It was one of those summer nights when it would be a crime to stay indoors. As luck would have it, a traveling carnival had made its way into town, and Chrissy Yang and her friends where making use of the change-of-pace entertainment. There’s something special, magical almost, about the carnival; people are drawn to it. Even, Chrissy, a 24 year old college grad studying for the CPA was compelled to put her books down for a night and enjoy the rides, food, and games.
“Ooo, oh, oh, oh! Look at that, they have a sideshow!” This was from Alice, one of Chrissy’s two best friends and roommates. Energetic under normal circumstances, the carnival had her positively giddy; fitting her personality Alice was petite, a mere 5’4” with blonde curly hair that bounced whenever she did, which was often.
“Oh c’mon, you want to go to a sideshow, really?” Chrissy said dryly, “Yeah! I bet they have a haunted house and, OH, sideshow freaks! Like: the bearded lady, the super fat lady, giants, dog boys, dead babies in jars, and—“ Chrissy cut her off, sometimes you had to with Alice, “And you want to see all this?” Alice just looked at her, “Well duh, who wouldn’t?” Chrissy raised her hand, Alice gave her a look. “Come o-o-onn, Chrissy!” she whined, “What are you, yellow?”
Alice’s joke had been made at the expense of Chrissy’s ethnicity; Chinese by way of Taiwan. Her family immigrated when she was starting middle school. She was taller than Alice at 5’7” with black hair that hung to her shoulders, and small breasts, but whatever she lacked up front she made up for around back. Chrissy was a confident girl and didn’t sweat her small boobs, she was Asian after all, instead focusing on accentuating her ass; she was rewarded by all the looks it attracted wherever she walked.
Chrissy’s other friend, Steph, snorted laughter into the funnel cake she’d been eating during their exchange, blowing powdered sugar everywhere. Chrissy looked at her readying a smart remark but, seeing her powder covered face, burst out laughing instead. “Jesus Steph, you look like a crack addict!” Steph, black in no way except her skin color, scratched her neck miming a junking in need of a fix. “Smokin’ rocks makes me hongry!” all three laughed hard at this, racial jokes were fair game in this group.
Steph was the biggest of the three, not fat, just big; 5’10”, with large breasts and an ass to match. “But seriously Chris,” Steph went on dropping the stereotype patois, “we should check it out, it’ll be fun.” Alice nodded vigorously; Chrissy could see she was outnumbered. “All right, all right.” She conceded, “Yes! I promise it’ll be fun.” Alice assured her.
Chrissy had to admit it was fun; Alice’s predictions had been spot on. There was a haunted house, the kind you ride through on a track, and yes there was a freak show complete with all attractions Alice thought would be there, and a few she hadn’t. “See, wasn’t that awesome?” Alice asked, “Mhmm.” Was all Chrissy said, “Man that weirded me out.” Steph said what Chrissy wouldn’t. “You guys have no sense of adventure.” Alice complained.
“Hey, hey,” Steph said, “Check that out.” She pointed at a trailer ahead of them. It had a Banner completely covering its side; a crude painting of a man, head bowed and palms open and facing each other across his chest. Between them, light spilled out from his chest; above it was scrawled: The Illustrated Man and below, Let Him Illuminate Your Future.
The barker in front spotted them looking their way and quickly called them out, “Ladies! Yes you three, I see you looking this way.” He yelled in the way that only carnival barkers can; gesticulating with the cane in his hand, “You seem like people in need of answers!” He had their attention and a sly grin spread on his face, “Yes-sir-ee this here’s the real deal. Wondering about that promotion at work? Want to know if you’ve caught the eye of that certain special someone?” he winked at them, “Let The Illustrated Man unravel all the mysteries of life for you!”
Alice stared in wide eyed awe, Chrissy just smirked at his performance, “Um, thanks but no thanks pal.” She said and turned to move on. “Whoa, whoa, there Chris, this came from Steph “maybe you should check this guy out.” Chrissy just stared at her, “What, are you serious?” she asked incredulously.
“Yeah, yeah!” Alice jumped in “you know how you always gotta know what’s coming, this guy can totally tell you!” Chrissy turned on her, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Steph came to her rescue “Hey, she’s just saying you like to be ahead of the game. C’mon, I know you’re worried about your CPA exam, maybe this guy can tell you if you’re going to pass or not.” Chrissy frowned, “If I pass it’ll be because I study my ass off, not because some two bit hack with a crystal ball tells me I will.”
But they were right about her; she did like to be ahead of the game. She didn’t like surprises especially when it came to school. She had always been a very dedicated student, thanks to her Asian parentage; and there were many nights where she opted to stay in studying instead of going out with friends, much to Alice and Steph’s annoyance. But that wasn’t entirely fair, she did like to go out and she could throw back a drink with the best of them; she wasn’t much for one night stands, but she did hook up every now and again.
“Madam, let me assure you,” the barker tossed his two cents in, “I’ve seen a lot of fortune tellers in my day, and this man’s the genuine article.” He said in a more serious tone. “See, see?” Alice said, “’Genuine article’ Chrissy, just do-o it. Me and Steph will too, right Steph?” Chrissy looked from Alice to Steph who nodded.
“Fine, if it’ll get you two off my case; but you’re paying for it.” Alice jumped up and down, curls bouncing, and clapped excitedly as she happily paid the barker. Chrissy stepped up and the other two made to follow, but the barker stopped them, “I’m sorry misses, but The Man only sees one at a time, you two will have to wait.” Alice was about to protest but Chrissy cut her off, “Don’t worry about it, you guys will get your chance.” She said almost bored; with that she went up the steps and into the trailer.
Inside it was dimly lit and smelled of incense; there were thick curtains and thick carpet which gave the interior the look of a Persian opium den. She was so preoccupied with the d?r that she didn’t notice the man sitting in the corner, “Please, come in.” he said in a soft tone. She nearly jumped out of her skin nonetheless, “Jesus, you startled me.” She said in reply. “I’m sorry, but you did know there was someone in here when you entered.” He said not unpleasantly but she felt herself flush, mildly embarrassed.
He sat in an easychair with a book in his hand and regarded her with his pale blue eyes. She felt a little awkward now; wanting to reassert herself she jibed back at him, “So you’re The Illustrated Man? What kind of name is that, Irish? German?” She asked sarcastically. If she was looking to get a rise out of him it didn’t work, he merely smiled and set his book on the lamp stand next to his chair.
“A name I picked up working in this carnival,” he said standing up, he crossed the room to her and offered his hand, “you may call me Roland if you prefer.” Up close she could see that he was tall, at least a foot taller than herself; he wore a robe that cut off mid thigh and tied at the waist and plain black pants. She could see the definition of his muscular body underneath his clothes; he was, in fact, a very good looking guy. He had chiseled features and a shaved head, a look that Chrissy found sexy, though she’d never admit it.
“Chrissy.” She muttered taking his hand as she noticed his most interesting feature; his forearm was covered in tattoos. She turned his hand over in hers, “I can see why you got your name.” She said as she examined his arm. From the tips of his fingers to where his arm disappeared into his sleeve his arm was covered in tattoos of lips of all different types and sizes in all forms of expression; smiling, frowning, grinning, grimacing. But what amazed her most was the detail; it was easily the most life-like tattoo she had ever seen. Chrissy loved tattoos, another attraction that’d she’d never admit to, and Roland indulged her as she examined his.
“This is amazing.” she said still staring, he smiled “Actions speak louder than words, as the saying goes.” He replied offhandedly, “But aren’t you here to see something else?” She looked up at him remembering why she came. “Oh yeah, my future.”
He nodded and gestured with his left hand, which she saw was similarly decorated as his right, to a set of chairs in the center of the room facing each other.
“Please sit down.” She walked over and sat in one chair; he crossed the room and stood in front of a vanity, his back to her, and lit some incense in a burner. “I’ve gotta admit,” she said to his back “my friends put me up to this. I don’t really believe people can see the future in a crystal ball or deck of cards.” Again she was seeing if she could get a rise out of him, again he was unfazed. “I don’t deal in parlor tricks and I don’t use a crystal ball,” he looked at her through her reflection in the mirror, “I show the future, nothing more, nothing less.”
She was about to say something back but the words stopped in her throat; he had slipped off the robe and hung it on a rack. She couldn’t help but gawk at his naked back; he was covered in dark black markings she didn’t recognize but could see that it was writing of some kind. Crisp lines of script from the nape of his neck down to his waist; she could see that his arm tattoos ended just under the elbow and larger black runes adorned his muscular upper arms. He stood there for a moment, as if sensing her amazed eyes on him, letting her examine him. Then he turned and walked to the chair across from her.
Now her jaw dropped open; his chest was also covered in tattoos, but this was different. In the middle of his chest was a pond, roughly diamond shaped, from his navel to just below his neck; surrounding it was the most beautiful array of flowers Chrissy had ever seen. In such vivid color and variety, even real flowers looked like dry weeds compared to these; she thought she could actually smell them.
He looked at her solemnly, “Now listen very carefully, Chrissy.” She pulled her eyes away from his chest and looked at him, “Whatever you see, it will happen, no matter what it is.” He spoke seriously, “Do you understand, and do you still want to see?” Her heart was beating rapidly and she nodded feebly. The truth was, she had no idea what he was talking about, but she was too mesmerized to think clearly.
He nodded slowly and lifted his hands framing the pond on his chest with his open palms like the banner on the side of his trailer. “Then look, and see your future.” He said as he bowed his head and blew across his chest.
Her hand shot to her mouth and she gasped. The flowers on his chest quivered as if caught in a gentle breeze and ripples blew across the pond; now she was sure she really could smell them. An image formed in the pond and as the ripples calmed she saw her own wide eyed reflection staring back at her, only for a moment then the image quavered as more ripples washed it away.
But slowly another image formed, at first it was cloudy and faint; a dark shape bobbing up and down rapidly. As it cleared she could make out that it was a head with long dark hair; a hand came up brushing the hair back from a face with almond eyes that looked up at something she couldn’t see, and thick full lips wrapped around the shaft of a large erection. Suddenly Chrissy realized it was her own face in profile giving someone a blowjob!
She watched, utterly transfixed, as this image of herself held the dick in one hand while she lovingly traced up and down it with her tongue with a look of the purest pleasure on her face. She wrapped her mouth around the head and slid the length of it deep into her throat and bobbed up and down on it; pulling out and lewdly licking the precum off the tip as if it were honey. The image of her in the pond mouthed something, but no sound came through; a hand appeared, obviously belonging to the man she was pleasuring, and held on to the side of her face. She leaned into it like the very touch of this hand gave her pleasure; a hand covered in tattoos.
All at once the image grew cloudy again and slowly faded; as if sinking into the water of the pond. The water stopped rippling; the flowers stopped swaying and grew still. She just sat and stared, even when Roland got up and put his robe back on she just stared at the place where his chest had been. He returned to his seat, “What did you see?” he asked mildly. As if coming out of a trance she slowly looked up at his face and into his benignly curious eyes.
She gradually came to her senses and was shocked to feel the heat on her own skin, her hard nipples straining against her bra, and the throbbing warm wetness between her legs. Confused, shocked, and now embarrassed she yelled, “What the fuck was that?” He merely looked at her, “What did you see?” he repeated. She glared at him, “You should know, you showed me!” she yelled, now she was angry, “Just what the hell are you trying to pull?”
He looked at her calmly, “I don’t see what you see, nor do I control it.” She glared at him, “Is this how you pick up chicks you sick fuck?” she yelled “With your fancy smoke and mirrors act?” His eyes narrowed in a look of, even Chrissy had to admit, genuine ignorant curiosity, “What exactly did you see?” he asked again.
She stared at him flabbergasted, “I… Me… You…” she spluttered, he just stared at her and she glowered back, “Me, sucking your cock!” she practically spat. She finally got a rise out of him, His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. “Really?” was all he said, “Yes, really!” she all but screamed, a bemused smirk creased his lips, “Well that’s a first.” He said softly as he looked away thoughtfully. “I am not going to fucking blow you!” she cried. His eyes found hers again and he said flatly, “Yes, you will.”
Alice and Steph had been outside talking idly, when the door to the trailer burst open and Chrissy stormed out flushed beet red and furious. Without even a glance at her friends she stomped off; Alice and Steph had to jog to catch up. “Chrissy, what the hell happened?” Steph asked with a good amount of panic in her voice. “I’m going home.” Chrissy growled, “Are you all right, Chris?” this came from Alice, who sounded frightened. “Was it the guy? The, uh, fortune teller guy?” Steph asked. “I don’t want to talk about it!” Chrissy yelled back at them stopping them in their tracks.
They watched her walk off and exchanged a scared look. She walked all the way back to their apartment fuming; her anger and embarrassment fueled by the vision that kept coming back to her mind and the feelings that came with it. She tossed and turned in bed that night, the images just refused to leave; she kept seeing her own face, the look of pleasure, the way she passionately sucked on his cock. She had given blowjobs before, but she didn’t think she ever enjoyed it as much as she appeared to in the vision.
It had to be a trick, she was sure it must be. As exhaustion slowly overtook her she didn’t have the strength to fight back anymore; the images swam before her mind’s eye and she felt her hand slowly slip down between her legs to find her pussy already soaking wet. She slipped a finger under the band of her panties and rubbed a fingertip across her clit, shivers ran up and down her body. In her mind she wasn’t watching herself anymore, she was between his legs; his engorged cock held in her hand as she slid it between her moist lips. She flicked her fingers across her clit rapidly as the fantasy played out; she looked up at him, his blue eyes looking back at her filled with pleasure.
She moved her other hand down and slipped first one then two fingers into her cunt working them in and out rapidly as she imagined him moaning while she bobbed up and down on his cock. As she felt her orgasm start to build up inside her she imagined cupping his balls and feeling them stiffen as he approached climax. She sucked harder and faster wanting him to come in her mouth; the fingers of both her hands were moving with blinding speed and she finally began to buck and writhe in ecstasy while in her fantasy his cock was spasming in her mouth as he shot load after load of his hot come down her throat.
She slowly settled down; her fingers, wet and sticky, slipping out of her pussy. She blinked her eyes open, “God damn it,” she muttered, almost moaned. “GOD DAMN IT!” she screamed and smashed her fist into her headboard. She wondered what the hell was wrong with her; he hadn’t come in the vision he showed her, she imagined that on her own. She shuddered; she didn’t even like swallowing, what the hell was wrong with her? “That son of a bitch.” She muttered bitterly as she rolled onto her side, “That bastard.” With that she slipped off into sleep.
Alice and Steph gave her a wide berth the next day; they could see she was still in a mood. It took all of her restraint, and a little help from Steph, for Alice not to question her about her encounter with The Illustrated Man the previous night. Chrissy certainly wasn’t offering anything, she moped around the apartment; not being able to do any one thing for very long. She tried to study but couldn’t concentrate, she tried to eat but lost her appetite, she tried watching TV but that just reminded her of the vision. Frustrated she holed herself up in her room, and that’s where she stayed until late that night.
Now, she thought, she must really be going crazy. She fought the urge all day but here she was walking back toward the sounds and smells of the carnival. She didn’t know what she wanted and she didn’t have a plan except to tell him off; maybe prove to him, and herself, that his prophesy was phony. In any case she knew that if she didn’t do something she was going to go nuts.
It was after closing when she got there; the people had all gone home and the roadies were already tearing down parts of the carnival, they were moving on tomorrow. She walked straight to his trailer; the banner still hung on the side and she scoffed at the slogan: Let Him Illuminate Your Future.
The baker was gone so she strode straight up to the door; now that she was here she wanted nothing more than to be done with this and back home quickly. She pounded on the door; from inside she heard, “Come in Chrissy.” She froze, suddenly she felt very weak, but after a moment she regained her resolve, opened the door, and stepped inside.
It was like d?’ vu, it had been just over twenty four hours since she’d been here last but it felt like a lifetime; and yet it was exactly the same. Roland, The Illustrated Man, sat in his easychair reading his book and smiling pleasantly. He wore the same robe and pants he had last night, and her eyes were reflexively drawn to the tattoos on his hands and what she knew hid under his robe. It took her a moment to realize that they had been staring at each other silently for a while.
“How’d you know it was me? Did you see it in a vision?” she asked sarcastically. “Just a guess,” he replied, “I actually said that to someone else earlier today, but I knew you’d be back just the same.” She felt herself flush, picking up on the meaning behind that.
“I just… I came… I’m…” she spluttered, he merely looked at her calmly, “I came for a refund.” The words felt stupid in her mouth, but they rolled out anyways. He laughed openly but he stood up and went to his vanity. “Is that so?” he said still chuckling.
“Yeah, well, you know, since your prediction isn’t going to come true; I don’t feel like I should pay for it.” She hated how she sounded, clumsy and unsure. “Isn’t it?” he asked softly, now she felt hot anger rising in her “Nothing is going to happen, I’m…” she stammered, “I’m not going to… do anything, with you!” she was feeling flustered, off balance, he wasn’t helping.
“Yes you will.” He said calmly, she clenched her fists and stomped her foot “How can you say that so casually?” she yelled, “This is crazy, I just met you last night, I would never have met you if my friends didn’t make me come in this stupid trailer.” He turned to her, “But you did come in here, you did see your future—“ She cut in, “I would never even have thought of blowing you if I hadn’t seen myself doing it on your fucking chest!”
She was seething, he looked solemn, “maybe, maybe not, but a chain of events was set in motion that is going to make it come true.” She stared at him, stunned into silence, “I told you I don’t control what people see, but I know it will happen, good or bad it always does.” He walked closer to her, “Would you be here right now if you hadn’t seen? We’ll never know, but here you are.”
He stood in front of her, holding her refund out for her as he looked into her eyes. She looked back at him; the vision flashed in her mind, the look of pleasure on her own face as she sucked his cock. She thought of how she felt later that night while she imagined looking into those pale blue eyes as she touched herself, and something snapped inside; in an instant her anger melted away.
Her purse dropped from her hand, it landed with a dull thud on the carpet; he just continued to look at her but a hint of a smile was forming on his mouth. She had been fighting it all night and all day, but in her heart she knew from the moment she saw the vision that it would come true, and the truth was she had wanted it to come true. Without saying a word she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her face up to his; the money he was holding wafted gently to the floor, forgotten.
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her close. They kissed passionately, almost violently, tongues dancing. All the energy Chrissy had been bottling up burst out of her; it felt so good to stop fighting, to give in. His hands roamed around her back sliding up underneath her tank top; they found their way to her bra clasp and she felt it pop free. She was captivated by his lips and tongue, but that didn’t stop her from noticing that his hands felt odd somehow.
Not unpleasant, in fact, it felt better than any touch she had felt before, but it was still different. When he moved his hands around to her chest and cupped her breasts she nearly screamed in shock; she could have sworn that her nipples had just been licked. She pulled back from him and pulled his hands out from under her shirt then she stared in disbelief at what she saw.
The tattoos on his hands were moving; the mouths which she had thought so life-like had come to life. A matching set of clearly feminine lips adorned each of his palms; tongues slipped out between even white teeth to lick luscious ruby red lips. She looked up at him wide eyed amazed; he looked back at her unshocked, unashamed, merely curious. The look of shock dissolved into a smile and she pulled the hand up to her face; she touched her lips to his palm, the feeling was surreal.
She could feel the rough texture of the skin of his hand, but she could also feel the soft warm wetness of the lips on it. She slipped her tongue out, half expecting to slide it into a mouth but only pressing into his warm palm; she could taste the salty sweat of his skin but also feel a warm tongue pressing back on hers. She thought she must look pretty silly trying to make out with his hand, but the feeling was too unique and too pleasurable to stop, but finally she did stop and let his hand fall away from her face.
She found his eyes again and smiled, “I don’t know why I was surprised,” she said, “You’re an amazing man, Roland.” He smiled back as she pulled her shirt and bra off over her head. “You’re pretty special too, Chrissy.” He said and pulled her in for another kiss. Goosebumps rippled across her skin and she moaned into his mouth as she felt not only his lips and tongue on hers, but many mouths delivering kisses anywhere his hands fell on her body.
She pulled the knot of his robe and he let it slip off to join her purse and “refund.” Her nose filled with the scent of fresh flowers in full bloom as the tattoos on his chest had come alive too. She let her fingertips roam about his chest marveling at the feelings; warm soft skin, flower petals and even water. The water of the pond tattoo felt cool and wet to the touch but her fingers came away dry.
She shook her head in amazement and smiled, “This is so crazy!” she said, then she gave him a sly grin, “C’mon, sit down; I want to fulfill my destiny.” He chuckled but allowed her to push him gently back until he fell softly into his easychair. She pushed into him until he was leaning back then laid on him and kissed him again; feeling flower petals on her nipples as she pressed her bare chest into his. She kissed him passionately and rubbed her chest against his relishing the crazy feel of his magical tattoos as she groped the crotch of his pants with one hand.
She could feel his hardening bulge and felt a burning desire to have it in her mouth; fulfill my destiny indeed she thought to herself. As if reading her mind Roland pulled the knot on the waistband, and she eagerly slipped her hand under the loose material to feel his hot hardon. Her desire was quickly becoming a need, but she teased herself (and him) further by continuing to make out with him while she stroked his cock. She loved the feeling of it going from partly erect to fully hard in her hand, and she could feel not one hair on it; she tried to remember if she’d ever sucked a clean-shaven cock before, she didn’t think she had.
Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, she broke away from his lips and dragged her chest down his, savoring the feeling of flower petals and cool water caressing her nipples. As she made her way down he lifted his hips and pulled his pants down. She was greeted by yet another surprise at the sight of it; apart from its size, which was impressive, it too was decorated with tattoos.
She briefly wondered how much that had to hurt as she took it in her hand to examine it. She saw that there were two identical black swirling patterns on his testicles which flowed into a criss-crossing Celtic knot sort of pattern up the length of his shaft; it also branched out from the base around his pubic area and onto his thighs, also smooth and hairless she noted, which were adorned with more dark runes. She took in the sight of the impressive artwork; and again he tolerated her scrutiny, albeit less patiently. His manhood twitched, seemingly with its own anticipation, with every beat of his heart. Her own heart working double time Chrissy grasped him at the base, and with one last reassuring look up at his blue eyes engorged her mouth on his cock.
The feel of his cock in her mouth was fantastic; hard as iron, yet soft and inviting. The taste was fresh and clean, as if he had taken extra time in the shower getting ready for her; which, she realized, might just have been the case. It didn’t matter to her though; she was enjoying sucking him off more than she ever had any other man. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, taking it almost out so just her lips wrapped around his head and she flicked her tongue across the tip; getting the first taste of his precum which was surprisingly sweet. Then diving down as deep as she could go, and forcing herself beyond that too.
She wanted this magnificent cock all the way down her throat, but it was too big and too long for her to fully deepthroat it. She’d get it most of the way down then, choking and gagging, have to come up again, but she kept trying anyway. Her hair had fallen around her head and she brushed it back with one hand, the other still wrapped around the base of his cock. She dove down again and once more came up gagging, Roland chuckled lightly, “Relax, don’t hurt yourself.” He said in a dreamy tone; he was clearly enjoying her performance though he hadn’t made much noise other than heavy breathing and a few soft moans.
She looked up at him and ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft a few times, bobbed once or twice on his delicious tool, and replied. “I can’t help it, you taste just too damn good.” She smiled devilishly and he reached out and put his hand on her cheek. “Chrissy, you feel too damn good!” he said. She leaned her face into his palm and shivers went across her flesh at the feel of a multitude of tiny lips and tongues caressing her cheek, her neck, her earlobe.
Suddenly Chrissy realized this was the moment she had seen in the vision. She snapped her head to the right; half-expecting to see a floating window in space with her own shocked face gawking at her from the past. But of course she saw nothing, only the other side of his trailer. “What is it?” he asked seeing her sudden reaction. She turned back to look at him, “The vision, what I saw…” she grinned, “It just happened.”
He raised an eyebrow and his smile broadened, “I see,” he said, “Then you’re free.” She looked at him and cocked her head slightly to the side confused. “The future you saw has come true, you’re no longer bound by it. You can do whatever you want now.” He said calmly. She looked down at his hard prick still throbbing in her hand then back up at him; she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Ok then Mr. Illustrated Man,” she said grinning, “I want to make you come in my mouth.” With that she went back to sucking his cock with renewed vigor. He moaned as she sucked and licked the head while she worked up and down his shaft with her hand. Her other hand found its way up her own skirt to find her pussy already soaking; she slipped her fingers underneath her panties and started to quickly massage her own clit.
Roland’s breathing became heavier and he laced his fingers into her luscious black hair. As she slid her tongue along his shaft she realized that the tattoo on his cock had bulged out; she could feel the ridges with her tongue, and a strange sensation like licking a battery caused Chrissy’s lips and tongue to tingle wherever they touched his tattoo. The new and pleasant sensation made her even hornier, and she knew somehow it meant he was about to come. She sped up her hand strokes and popped her head off just long enough to say “Yes baby, come in my mouth!” Then went right back to it; he grunted and lifted his hips slightly.
Her other hand in her own pussy worked harder, slipping two fingers into her hot cunt, rapidly building towards her own orgasm. Finally, with a sudden intense shock through her lips and tongue he let loose a load of hot come into her eager mouth. She came herself as she slurped his unnaturally sweet nectar down; moaning onto his cock as her pussy spasmed on her fingers.
Chrissy finished sucking him clean and reluctantly pulled her head off his cock. “Mmm, that was amazing!” she said smiling, “You taste so good! And what was that tingling I felt?” Roland shrugged slightly, “I don’t know, it just happens.” He replied also smiling. She grinned devilishly, “Well maybe in a little while it can just happen again.” She said.
Roland cocked an eyebrow, “In a little while, why wait?” he asked, his smile broadening. Chrissy looked up at him slightly confused, she was about to ask what he meant when she realized that his cock in her hand hadn’t softened in the slightest. She marveled at it; the flowing lines of the tattoo up and down the shaft clearly bulging out and throbbing slightly in time with the pulses of his heart. “You mean, you can… just keep going?” she asked hesitantly. Roland nodded and lifted her as he stood up, “For as long as you can, Chrissy.” He pulled her lips up to his filling her mouth with his tongue; she could feel his hardon throbbing pressed into her belly.
She wrapped her arms around his broad back and her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing; with one arm around her upper body and the other hand supporting her ass he walked her across the trailer and laid her back on his small bed and knelt beside her on the floor.
She moaned throatily as he lovingly nuzzled her neck and his tattooed hands kissed her wherever they touched; she felt a dozen tongues caress her nipples, and multitudes of lips kiss and suck her skin as he traced his hands across her body. Writhing in ecstasy from his magical love making her own hands somehow found the clasp of her skirt and undid the buttons; Roland took the hint and pulled them and her panties off.
She could feel the cool air on the wetness of her pussy and the scent of her sex wafted up to her nose, musky and strong. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, and everything he did was only making her even hornier. He was kissing his way up her stomach as he worked her thighs with his hands; caressing her and gently spreading her legs apart as he slowly inched his way up to their apex. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, relishing the sensory overload of his lips and tongue and his magical touch; she could feel her heartbeat in her pussy, it was throbbing for his attention.
“Oh fuck, please stop teasing me!” she moaned. He didn’t respond but she thought she could feel him smile into her breast as he sucked her nipple, but he obliged her request and slid one finger from the bottom to the top of her pussy, lingering ever so slightly on her engorged clit. She cried out involuntarily at the incredible sensation and clutched the bed sheets. He gently caressed her pussy lips with his fingertips; the mystical mouths licked and kissed wherever his touch fell.
The feeling of it was driving her crazy with passion and she writhed and moaned like a woman possessed. He wetted his fingers with her freely flowing pussy juices and, bringing his mouth up to hers and kissing her deeply, slowly slid his two middle fingers up into her steaming slit. She sucked in her breath and clamped her arms around his neck as a climax hit her immediately and violently. Her body convulsed, tensing up as the waves of pleasure hit her, and finally releasing as they ebbed back. She gasped for breath, still twitching from the intensity of the orgasm; Roland pulled his hand away from her pussy to give her a chance to recover.
“Th-that, was so… incredible!” she managed to splutter out between breaths, “I hardly did anything.” He said jokingly, smiling down at her. “You feel so amazing, you don’t need to!” she said back. He split his two fingers and dragged them up along the outside of her pussy lips sending shivers up her spine, “I like the way you feel.” He said. She sighed and wondered vaguely how she could have ever not wanted to make love to this guy, he could have proposed to her right then and there and she thought she would have said yes.
He had begun to very gently play with her pussy again and kissed her neck softly; she realized that he had been neglecting himself this whole time and she’d be damned if she was going to be such a selfish lover! “Mmm, bring that nice cock of yours up here so I can suck on it while you play with me.” She said.
The bed was low enough to the floor that Roland could kneel beside it and his hips would be above the edge. He kissed her deeply and positioned himself in front of her face; she was again staring at his cock which hadn’t softened in the slightest even though it hadn’t been touched since she sucked him off earlier.
She wasted no time, grasping it and filling her mouth with its mass. Roland grunted and jerked over her, having to brace his hand against the wall to keep from falling on top of her. Chrissy was glad that she could give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. He rocked his hips back and forth slightly; fucking her mouth in time with her bobbing as he started to more intently finger her wet pussy. He slowly slid his two fingers into her again and rubbed them around deep inside her; she could feel her insides churning from the pleasure, but she didn’t immediately cum this time. She just continued to slowly and methodically mouth fuck his prick wanting to milk every ounce of pleasure out of the experience.
But her heart nearly skipped a beat when he pressed his two finger tips right onto her g-spot and his palm down on her clit at the same time; feeling the tiny tongues of his tattoos right on her sweet spots nearly sent her over. She sucked harder on his cock, moaning in pleasure, and she began to feel that tingling sensation again and the ridges bulge out on his dick and she knew he was about to cum. She sped up her pace, longing to taste his cum again, and stroked him off until, with a deep grunt, let go into her waiting mouth.
She swallowed load after load of his sweet cum, and that final jolt of energy off his prick as he came shot through her whole body. She felt it in her nipples, and she felt her pussy reflexively tighten around his fingers inside her. She could have cum again and again on his fingers but what she really wanted now was to feel that hard cock inside her pussy.
She continued to suck him slowly for a little bit but eventually pushed him back gently, his ever rigid cock finally leaving her mouth. Seeming to read her mind he slid his fingers out of her pussy. “Roland, I want you inside me.” She said looking up into his pale blue eyes. He smiled down at her, “I thought you’d never ask.” He replied. He moved down and got on the bed between her spread legs. She closed her eyes as he ran his hands over her chest, the lips and tongues playing on her nipples, and down her belly to her thighs. With one hand he grasped his cock and rubbed it up and down the wetness of her pussy, she bit her lip and moaned as he pressed it against her opening but didn’t quite push it in yet.
“Give it to me… please, give it to me.” She whispered as she ground her hips up against him. He leaned over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth slowly slid his cock into her. She cried out at first but it trailed off into a deep throaty moan as his thick prick spread open her pussy lips and slid deep into her soaking twat. She pulled his face up from her tit to her face and kissed him as he fucked her slowly and steadily; long strokes deep into her pussy then almost all the way out leaving just the head between her quivering lips.
She wrapped her arms around his broad back panting and moaning into his ear as he made love to her. She felt the magic of his tattoos on her chest; flower petals and cool water on her nipples, and the writing on his back stood out. He kissed her neck grunting with each thrust into her; placing his hand under her in the small of her back arching it up to meet him. He continued like this for a while and it felt great for her but she desperately needed to cum.
“Fuck me Roland,” she breathed into his ear, “Fuck me hard, make me cum on your cock.” He obligingly picked up the pace thrusting harder into her pussy; she dug her fingers into his back and wrapped her legs around his thighs, crying out in pleasure each time his cock head hit the back of her pussy and his balls slapped against her ass. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.
She looked straight into his eyes “Oh yes baby!” she moaned, “Fuck me harder, your cock feels so good!” she could feel an orgasm bubbling up inside her. Feeling it too in the contractions of her pussy, Roland slid his hands up her back and grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming into her as deep and hard as he could. “Oh yes!” she screamed, “I’m coming!” She writhed under him as the intense orgasm shot through her; as she climaxed he rammed into her as deep as he could and held it there, enjoying the feeling of her pussy’s convulsions around his shaft.
Her body felt like jelly as she came down from her orgasm, and she just relaxed in a state of pure pleasure. Roland just gently kissed her neck and chest as he slightly moved in and out of her sending shivers up her spine. “Mmm, that was amazing.” She whispered still basking in the afterglow, “You’re welcome.” He muttered into her neck.
She giggled and pulled his face up so she could look at him, “Now it’s your turn,” she said, “I want you to fuck me ‘till you come.” He smiled and thrust hard into her making her yelp, “You want me to come, baby?” he asked playfully. “Yes!” she moaned as he thrust into her even harder, “Come for me! Come for me!” he slid his hand down her back and down to her ass; sliding his middle finger between her ass cheeks, the tongues on that finger licking as they went.
She moaned into his ear, “Yes, yes, oh yes!” getting carried away in the pleasure she suddenly said, “Finger me baby, finger my ass.” He looked at her mildly surprised, “You want me to?” he asked, she nodded biting her lip erotically, she’d never let anyone do that before or really ever even thought about it, but she was so horny right now the idea came to her and she wanted it.
He slid his finger down her asscrack even further, applying light pressure to her tight butthole. She gasped as the little mouths on his finger kissed and licked her anus, “Yesyesyes,” she spluttered “Put it in, put it in my butt!” he slid his finger a little further and gathered some wetness from her soaking pussy and pressed harder on her tight hole until it gave away and let his finger slide in.
Chrissy was surprised at how good it felt; not only was it kinky and dirty, but the stimulation to her ass and the way he pressed his finger so it pushed her vaginal wall harder into his dick was making his thrusting feel so much better. It was clearly making it feel better for him to because she felt the now familiar feel of the tattoos on his prick start to bulge out again. She knew he was nearing orgasm and the stimulation of his finger both penetrating and licking her ass and those ridges on his dick; she was quickly building to another orgasm too.
“Oh yeah, finger fuck my butt!” she groaned “go deeper, make yourself come in my pussy.” She had never let a guy come inside her before either, but the thought of him pulling out of her now was unconscionable. He grunted and forced his finger even deeper into her ass eliciting another cry of pleasure from her. He moved his index and ring fingers up around his thrusting shaft and pressed them into the sides of her pussy adding kisses and licks to her stimulation.
“Ooooh, oh, you’re gonna make me come again!” she moaned. “I’m gonna come too, baby.” He groaned, and as if on cue an intense electric jolt filled her whole body; making her pussy clench around his cock and her ass around his finger. With a grunt he let loose inside her, filling her pussy with hot jizz. At the same time she had the most intense climax of her life from the feeling of his hot come shooting into her electrified pussy. She screamed and her body shook violently, she even felt that she blacked out momentarily, but she recovered and rode the waves of pleasure all the way back down.
For his part Roland had collapsed on top of her, his cock still rigid in her hot pussy, but he was clearly satisfied. “Oh fuck,” she breathed panting, “That was the best sex of my life!” he grinned, “Mine too.” He said and they both laughed.
She lay in his arms for some time, running her fingers over his chest and the now inactive, but still beautiful, tattoos. He lay back quietly, his cock had gone down the same time as his tattoos stopped moving shortly after their last moments of passion. She finally broke the silence “Roland, how do you do it? What are these tattoos?” she asked the question that had been hovering at the back of her mind since she first saw him.
He didn’t shift, just laid there with his eyes closed, “Its magic.” He said vaguely in a slightly teasing tone. “No, seriously.” She said, playfully hitting him; he just grunted noncommittally still not moving. She sighed and laid her head on his chest, she hadn’t really expected him to spill his secrets to her; even though she felt that they had become very close she remembered that they really barely knew each other.
But she teased him anyway, “So, you have a girl like me in every town this carnival visits?” she asked jokingly. He was quiet for a bit, “No, You may be the first girl I’ve ever been with.” He answered quietly. She picked her head up and looked at him, “You were a virgin?” she asked shocked. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, “Maybe, I don’t know, I can’t remember.” He said slowly.
She propped herself up on her elbow and looked into his face confused and a little concerned by the vacant expression on his face, “what do you mean?” she asked timidly. He sighed and looked at her, “Two years ago I woke up in a ditch along the side of a road as this carnival was passing by,” he said seriously, “naked, wearing nothing but these tattoos, that’s the earliest memory I have.”
She just stared back at him not knowing what to say. “They took me in, put me to work, and I’ve been traveling with them ever since.” He continued his story. “I don’t even know my real name, Roland is just a character in a book I read.” He said. “When did you figure out you can… you know.” She glanced down at his chest. “Tell the future?” he shrugged, “I just knew, I’ve always known.” He chuckled, “Ironic isn’t it? The man with no past shows the future.”
She was quiet for a while but finally spoke, “How do you do it?” she asked again. He smiled at her and chuckled again, “I’d tell you if I knew, I don’t know how it works, I just can.” She looked a little disappointed. “You have to know everything?” he asked jokingly, “Is that what brought you to me in the first place?” She smiled coyly, “Well it seems to have worked out pretty well for me.” He smiled but looked away “For you, yes.”
She was quiet, not understanding what he meant. He finally looked back at her, “I told you I don’t know how it works.” He started, “but I do know three things: whatever you see will happen, that it will happen soon, and that it will be important; even life-changing.” He sighed heavily. “I’ve shown many people many different things. Not always good, infidelity, divorce, lost jobs, illness, injury, I’ve shown it all…” he was quiet for a moment, “even death.” Chrissy laid in silence listening. “And I don’t truly know if what I show them would happen if they didn’t see it, but it always does no matter how they fight it.”
He smiled and put his hand on her cheek. “Look at you and how you fought it, but you still ended up here.” She giggled and leaned into his touch, it still felt magical to her even without the tattoos moving. “Well, I didn’t fight it that hard.” They laughed and he kissed her again, but then he looked her seriously in the face. “It’s not good to know too much about your own future, live your life in the present. Tomorrow will worry about itself” She just stared back at him and nodded, then he smiled and kissed her again and laid her head down on his chest.
They woke to sunlight pouring through the windows and the sounds of roadies packing up the last pieces of the carnival; it was time to move on. They rose and dressed and at his door she held him close and kissed him again and whispered, “I’m going to miss you, Roland.” He squeezed her tight, “I’m going to miss you too, Chrissy.” They held each other for a long while but she finally broke and went out the door at the bottom she turned back up to him, “Maybe I’ll see you again…” she grinned, “in the future.” He laughed, “Maybe you will.” He replied, she turned and he watched her walk off.
She had a lot to think about as she walked; ignoring the roadies’ sideways glances and snickers at her. She thought she might be in love with Roland, but he left her with such a sense of peace she didn’t even worry about his leaving or the possibility that she may never see him again. She reflected on the events of the previous night, she knew she was never going to find a man like him again. Then she remembered she let him cum inside her, she held her belly, she wasn’t on the pill or anything; what if she got pregnant? She smiled to herself, she decided she wasn’t going to worry about it.
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