Tracy's Legs - Sex Stories

Tracy's Legs

... face between her bum cheeks and wiggled my tongue past her panties’ string and through the resilient ring of muscle, spurred on by her moans and gasps. I felt her fingers graze my chin. She was masturbating while I kissed and licked her anus, and when I her pucker finally gave way and allowed all of my tongue inside, she gave the prettiest little whimpers of delight. I can’t recall if she came like this, because this was only the beginning. A little later, we were both completely naked, and I kissed every little patch of skin on her before delving right between her legs and tasting her nectar from its source. She licked me too and fingered me at the same time, until my world exploded in an incredible climax, and then I licked her again while she rode my face. Somewhere along the way, Trudy had written, “Tracy’s slut” on my stomach with bright red lipstick, but I didn’t care. This was everything I had been dreaming of, and more. At Tracy’s urging, I slid my dripping snatch back and forth on her thigh while she plastered my breasts with little bites. With only little breaks, we made love the whole night, and Trudy captured every depraved thing we did with her camera. * * * * Before, I had been infatuated with beautiful, young Tracy, and her legs in particular. Now, I was addicted, and even though we were both completely spent, I craved to feel her slender fingers stir my dripping pot of honey and to lick them clean afterwards, and to cover her long legs with a glistening ...

... coating of saliva. But all good things come to an end, and at six in the morning, Tracy left. Trudy looked me up and down from her place on the edge of the bed, a contemplative look in her eyes. “What?” I asked, exhausted and beyond caring that she saw me in all my naked, smeared glory. “I think I should change the rules a bit.” “Which rules?” All I wanted was to sleep, not talk. “Rules about what I’m going to expect from you in return for certain pictures staying private.” “What do you mean?” The smirk she sent me made me feel uneasy. “I’m not into girls. Well, not normally. But you seem to be quite good at licking a snatch. And watching you two go at it all night has made me horny as hell.” It took a second for the meaning to penetrate my mind. “I… I mean… You? But you said it was only about work!” “I know, but I’ve changed my mind.” She stood up, and her skirt dropped to the floor. My breath hitched. Was she really expecting me… “Well, I don’t want it said that I left you no choice,” she giggled while she slipped off her pantyhose. “You can refuse. But if you show me how skilled your dirty tongue is when I need it, I’ll sponsor another little tryst with Tracy next month. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” It had only been half an hour since we had stopped our lovemaking, but Tracy’s name already kindled a fresh flame of desire. Her panties, black, lacy and expensive looking, followed the pantyhose’s path. She wasn’t bad looking, in fact, she looked better than I had expected. ...