12 comments/ 55429 views/ 5 favorites Pleasing Traci By: eroslit “How To…” What a simple, yet all encompassing, concept. It carries instant meaning to anyone who sees it in modern society. When one sees “How To…” they know they are going to get an understandable set of instructions about something they may know little about. Every now and then even a self-proclaimed expert in a given field will open a “How To…” book to see if there’s anything new in it. I get e-mails from “fans” that read my little stories. Of course, many of these people are actually fans of my tits, or fans of my ass, not my stories. This made me wonder recently what would happen should some of these readers actually be given the opportunity to do to me what is inside their heads. Would they know “How To” please me, make me scream with pleasure, make me cum until I told them to stop, and make me want more? I thought it unlikely. So, not having a new story in my head at the time, I decided to submit a “How To…” guide on having sex with Traci. Here, then, is all you need to know when I show up at your door one night hornier than a coed from Cleveland State on South Beach during spring break. Oh. One other thing. I’ll assume you are a male. I’ll write a sequel for you girls. However, my experience has taught me babes already know “How To…” The first thing you guys DON’T have to do is get me drunk. You may be ugly or short or bald or, worse yet, all of the above, but I don’t need alcohol to consent to have sex with you…should I so choose. To the contrary, it deadens the senses and you will soon find out I consider the senses a major part of good sex. We’ll talk more about “good” sex versus just plain sex later. Offer me a drink at your place if you must and food if you will, but not in excess. I’d much rather have you save it for the purpose of foreplay. Turn me on with intelligent conversation. Flirt with me. Sit close to me—next to me, behind me, between my legs. Touch me with tenderness and warmth. Stroke my hair and neck and shoulders. Run your fingers over my thighs. Make me drunk by your actions and looks. When the time comes to get seriously naked, don’t feel obligated to drag me into a bedroom. The best sex is sometimes spontaneous and in unexpected places. Granted, I went out with you anticipating that sex might occur, but make it fun. Let it happen without words, if possible. I’ll let you know if I’m OK with it or not. My hand on your cock while your jeans are still on should be a clue. Speaking of which: I have nothing against feeling other human bodies through clothes, but the naked body is so much more tantalizing. Squeeze my ass inside my jeans while we kiss, or fondle a breast through my blouse, but be prepared to start stripping me soon. Or, better yet, be prepared to watch me strip. Getting clothes off before sex can be SO awkward. That’s why I make it a game. If I tell you anything before we get it on, it will probably involve getting naked. The moment you try to unbutton anything on me, get ready for me to take over. I’m not going to allow you to rip my clothes off, or do it for you, without being able to see what reaction it’s getting from you. Therefore, let me take your shirt off first. Let me touch your shoulders and arms. Let me lick your nipples. Then I’ll unzip your pants. I prefer to do all this lying down. I can move easier that way. I put my hand inside your pants before I take them off. With my head resting on your chest, my hand slides inside your boxers and feels for your cock. I pull it up so it has room to grow. (It will grow, won’t it?) My palm slides across it and feels the blood rushing into it. Your pants slide down your legs easily as I bend over you. Your shoes come off and I finish taking off your pants, laying them on the floor next to us. I run my fingers up the inside of your thighs, feeling you get tenser as I slide them under your boxers and higher still. I like to feel your cock through the material of your shorts. By now it’s approaching full erection and my job is easier. I pull down on the waistband of the boxers and begin to take them off. I love to look at a cock for the first time, imagining how it will feel inside me. If it’s hard and twitching at my touch I get so wet. It’s difficult to refrain from leaning over and putting it in my mouth. But, I take off your boxers instead, admiring your nude body. Now it’s my turn. You turn over onto your side and rest your head in your hand as I stand up. I kick off my shoes and begin to unbutton my blouse. When two buttons are open I reach inside and caress my left breast. You can see my fingers wrap around the breast and play with the nipple. A couple more buttons are opened and you begin to see the top and sides of my breasts. When I reach the top of my jeans I stop to pull out my blouse. It lies open above my hands, revealing all but the outer edges of my breasts. You strain to see the nipples as I finish all the buttons. Now the blouse is unbuttoned, but hiding the bulk of my chest and stomach. Only the cleavage above and the navel below are visible. I put a hand inside, once again feeling the nipples grow harder and longer. You, too, are growing harder and longer. I ask you to touch yourself, to wrap your fingers around your cock. In return, I open my blouse and pull it off my shoulders. I watch you stroke your cock slowly at first, then more quickly as I let the shirt fall down my arms and into my hands. I drop the shirt next to your clothes before moving on to my jeans. I unbutton them and pull down the zipper unhurriedly. The tops of my black panties show as I open the jeans and begin to push them down over my hips. Your eyes are riveted on the space between my legs as the jeans drop to my knees. They fall to the floor and I reach down to step out of them. I give you a side view so you can see my breasts hang down and my ass point into the air. Once they are off, I turn so my ass faces you. I put my hands inside my panties and massage my butt, making sure the panties fall low enough for you to see the crack at the top of my ass. As I turn to face you, my hands move to the front. I tell you to let go of your cock so I can watch it. Precum is oozing from the tip and dripping onto your stomach. My hand is gliding over my clit on its way to my cunt. The fingers press against the tight material of my panties and force them to ride lower on my hips. After playing with myself for a second, I grab the sides of the panties and pull them down. Just a few inches. As I go lower you realize I’m shaven except for a small patch of light brown hair above my clit. I hold my legs together and take off the panties, letting them fall to the floor and gingerly step out of them. Then I separate my legs slightly and stand with my hands on my hips. You are throbbing hard, desperate to touch me, to fuck me. I turn to display my ass, which I hold in my hands before giving you an unobstructed view. At this point, you are fraught with the need to cum inside me. I claim, on the other hand, that if there is to be food served, now is the time. Although anything edible is suitable for foreplay purposes, I prefer vanilla cream filled donuts. A man who has a couple vanilla cream filled donuts on the table when I come over has done his homework, and deserves my best effort. That would entail a few small bites from the donut while leaning over my naked host. Using my tongue, I extract the first of the cream from the middle of the donut and spread it across my lips. With long, slow strokes, I wipe the cream off my lips with my tongue and taste its sweetness. Then the donut is pressed against your cock, leaving a trail of cream from the base to the tip. I must be careful at this point because you are close to cumming already. So I take short, quick licks. First from the base, then higher and higher until I reach the head of your cock. Here, the cream is mixed with more precum. I wrap my lips around your cock and clean it off. The feel of your warm, pulsating shaft in my mouth is wonderful. I want you inside me. But first, you get a treat. The cream is spread sparingly on each of my breasts, covering my nipples in the white delight. Straddling you, I bend down until my right breast is inches from your mouth. You eagerly await your treat as I advise you not to touch me with your hands. Only after you clean me of all the cream will you be allowed to fondle me. The breast disappears into your mouth. Your tongue works frantically. My nipple responds by sending waves of contentment down to my pussy. A minute later you are cleaning my left breast and I am getting wetter. When I pull back, you look at me in expectation of what’s to come. I slide back and feel the hardness of your cock under my cunt. I press my body down against it and you moan. It hits my clit and I realize it’s time. I take you in my hand and guide the bulging head of your cock to my cunt’s entrance. You are pressing upward with your hips, but I lift myself, not allowing you to enter. I put the tip of your cock in me and wait. Easily, the next inch or two slides inside as I lower myself. Your eyes are closed, then open when I don’t move. Another inch. Another. Finally, I feel your legs hit my ass and you are in me as deep as you’ll go. I squeeze my cunt around your cock and you moan. I could make you cum with my muscles alone, but I need to feel you thrusting into me. I won’t tell you not to cum, but I pray you can hold back long enough to fulfill me. You have my ass in your hands, squeezing it and pulling me toward you. I start a slow, rhythmic fucking action that lets your cock hit the g-spot just inside the opening to my cunt. We go leisurely at first, enjoying the sensations and making it last. Every thirty seconds or so I squeeze you again. I can see your body beginning to tremble. Your forehead is damp with sweat. I lean over, my breasts nearly touching you. Barely audible, I whisper, “Fuck me. Now.” Before we go any farther, we need to discuss the difference between good sex and—well—sex. Orgasms have nothing to do with it. Except for the fact that if you don’t have an orgasm how can you possibly call it sex? No, I’ve been known to have an orgasm while chatting on an IM. So that’s not it. What makes sex good for me is a caring, loving partner. I’ll need to go into more details on this in the sequel for girls because I’m sure I just lost all the guys. I want someone who cares about what I want and how I feel. Someone who will lay there watching me undress for them, playing with themselves when I ask them to. Sex is good when it involves mutual respect and caring. Sex is great when you can do this without thinking about it, which lets you concentrate on your own inner feelings and—ok, ok—your own orgasm. There. I said it. You happy? Now, where were we? You begin to fuck me in earnest, eager to thrust your cock as deep into my cunt as you can. I feel your hands grasp my ass and hold it tighter. I reply by contracting my cunt muscles around your cock over and over again. I’m ready to cum. I put your hands on my breasts and you immediately begin to twirl my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. One more contraction and your body freezes in midair. Your ass falls to the floor and then you begin a frantic series of plunges into my cunt. I feel the first spurt of cum hit the wall of my vagina. Then another. You are moaning and grunting with each thrust. Your head tosses back and forth as you cum again and again. My orgasm starts and I put my hands on your chest to brace myself. Your warm cum is mixed now with my own fluids and it seeps onto my thighs. Your cock is still hard, entering me repeatedly, spilling its contents inside me. My body shakes with multiple rushes of pleasure. When you soften and my body relaxes, I fall into your arms. My breasts flatten against your chest as you hold me, rubbing my ass with your long fingers. We kiss and I feel you begin to harden slightly. It won’t be long before we are together again. Maybe in the shower, or the couch, or the bed. You watch me as I walk to get a towel. On the way back I get a drink for you. Treat me right and we might do this again. Pleasing Traci Ch. 02 In the previous chapter, we discussed a few simple rules men should follow to capture my heart…and other body parts. Today we will forget the male sex and concentrate on the softer side. The loving side. The female side. Welcome to my bi world. In my world, I can watch a couple pass by and turn to appreciate BOTH asses. I can scan any person from head to foot and have an unlimited number of features to admire. So, if you are a female and you are wondering how to grab my attention, let me begin. Guys—you have to make a choice at this point. Either exit now or continue reading and maybe learn something. You are allowed to look, but not touch. OK girls, I think we’re alone now. We have all day and all night to ourselves. What’s that? You’ve never been with a girl before and you’re nervous? Relax. You’ve already passed the first test. As soon as I saw your tinted hair curled over your ears and down onto your shoulders, and your bluish gray eyes with those long lashes, I knew you were the one. You wore just enough makeup to accent your lips and cheekbones. You walked past me slowly, looking sideways at me with your head tilted down like a shy child. Your ass cried out to me from inside your skintight jeans. You oozed passion. My infatuation led me to your side. A conversation ensued as you looked into my eyes. I touched your arm and you looked down--first at my hand, then my nipples as they pressed against my shirt, and back to my eyes. You were captivated. Now we sit alone in my apartment. We drink and we talk. I get wet whenever you turn and your black bra peeks out from under your blouse. You’re intelligent and funny. Yes, you are more comfortable than an hour ago, but it’s obvious I will make the first move. The dreaded first move. It will either lead us to bliss or cause you to leave. It’s a chance worth taking. I want you. You are Heather, a grad student at a local college. Twenty-three. My age, only more mature. You want to be an accountant and, eventually, a chief accounting officer in a corporation. Your eyes pull me inside. You’ve dated guys before but never had one treat you right. You admit you don’t know what “right” entails, but you’ll know it when it happens. Lately, you’ve been attracted to female friends and strangers. Your breasts seem small under your blouse. I want to put my mouth over one and taste you. You like my long straight hair and narrow eyes. You wish you were petite. I look at your hourglass figure and the way your hips curve down to your thighs. Your legs are pulled under you and the jeans are tight against your pussy. I lean over to you. You don’t back away as our lips get closer. They touch and my tongue feels your warm skin. Our mouths open. We haven’t touched each other, yet. But, the fervor of our kiss confirms your desire. Before I proceed, I pull away from your lips. You lick them slowly and look furtively at me. No words are spoken. I lean forward once more. We kiss again and I push against you with my mouth. You understand and fall backward on the couch. Finally, my hands feel your body. They slide under you so I can pull up on your shoulders, pulling you harder against my mouth. I feel your legs as they stretch out on the couch next to me. I fight the urge to rip open your blouse and pull off your bra, afraid that might frighten you. No. I need to be gentle with you. I need to assure you that you are doing the right thing--that your pleasure is more important than mine. I need to make you want to do this again, and again. Our legs intertwine naturally. I feel you get tense as my thigh presses hard against your pussy. I can only imagine how wonderful that will feel when we’re naked. And there’s little doubt now that we will be naked soon. Your arms are wrapped tightly around me. Your fingers get tangled in my hair as you draw my head closer. I can feel our breasts press together and our hips grind. When I sense that your excitement is growing, I begin to kiss your face and neck. You lean your head back to give me more room. My mouth enters the open area at the top of your shirt and you hold your breath. I open the top button. My lips can feel the softness of your breast. One more button and I can see both breasts lightly held in a thin, silky bra. I kiss my way down to the material. Your hands stroke my hair as I open yet another button. Your breathing is heavy and uneven. I can see your breasts rise and fall erratically as I unbutton your blouse down to your jeans. A quick tug and the blouse is free from inside your jeans. The final button is opened. I gradually pull your blouse open and take in the beauty of your smooth, flat stomach and silk covered breasts. I lean up and lay the blouse open across your shoulders. We kiss as my hands feel for your skin. My hands slide under you and find your bra strap. Within seconds, your bra is unhooked and I move down your body. I place my hands below your breasts and unhurriedly push up, sliding the soft bra toward your neck. Erect nipples come into view first, followed by the entirety of your full, firm breasts. I take them into my hands and knead them gently, feeling the soft skin squeeze against my palms. You are looking at me with wonder in your eyes…and excitement…and anxiety. Are you afraid you won’t like it? Do you wonder what I expect of you? Your eyes are closed now because my mouth has wrapped around the tip of your left breast and I suck on your nipple. My tongue glides back and forth across the nipple and my lips bite it. I hear you moan. Your hand pulls my head down. I put as much of your breast in my mouth as I can, frantically licking and sucking you. Your legs wrap around mine as your desire grows. I can feel the ever-increasing wetness between my legs. I pull away from you and begin to pull the blouse down your arms. You assist me and toss the shirt to the floor, followed by the bra. My fingers trace around your naked breasts, the moistness of my mouth still evident on one of them. You surprise me by pulling off my t-shirt, adding it to the clothes already on the floor. Your eyes take in my breasts, but you don’t touch them. I smile to myself, seeing the desire on your face. Gently, I take your hands and place them on my chest. Your mouth opens as if to speak, but you are silent, absorbed in the moment. I feel your fingers wrap around my breasts. They touch my hardening nipples and you look up at me. Your eyes blaze with a yearning that is only evident during lovemaking. Yet, you don’t even know that is what you’re doing. You don’t realize these moments excite me as much as an orgasm. You will learn. My body falls forward, towards you. With my breasts still in your hands, I guide them to your face. I slide to one side so my right breast is directly above your lips. For the first time in your life, you experience the taste of another woman’s nipple. I feel your tongue, then your lips as they close around my breast. My body quivers with anticipation, the pleasure flowing from my chest through my stomach to my clit. I desperately want to cum, but will wait until you are satisfied. You alternate between my breasts now. First one, then the other, seemingly unable to get enough. When you lightly bite my engorged nipples, I moan my approval. If you could put my entire breast in your mouth, I’m sure you would. Hating to stop you, I move away from your face. I kiss my way down your stomach until I reach the button on your jeans. I open it and pull down the zipper. Black panties become visible as I lower the pants down your hips. You raise your ass off the couch to allow the jeans to slide down your legs. The panties are pulled down a little, exposing a hint of fine hair above your clit. You smile as I slide the pants over your knees and you extend your legs straight up so I can take them off. I admire the soft, smooth looking thighs. My fingers trace from your knees to the bottom of your panties, then around the outside of your legs. Immediately, you reach for the snap on my jeans and open them. The zipper slides down easily and you pull down on my pants. I finish the job for you and add my pants to the pile of clothes next to the couch. Wearing just our panties, I yearn for the feel of your body on mine. I lay on you, allowing our breasts to come together when we kiss. Your hands are all over my back and shoulders and waist. Finally, you reach inside my panties and squeeze my ass. Our pussies press firmly against each other and our tongues battle for space inside our mouths. My hand is cupped over your breast. When I squeeze the nipple you moan under my deep kiss. I have to get you naked. Surprisingly, you beat me to it. Your hands grasp the back of my panties and pull them off my ass. I raise my hips just enough for you to pull them down to my thighs. The feel of your fingers on my ass is only bettered by the sensation of those same fingers coming around to my pussy. When your finger first touches my clit I’m afraid I’ll cum instantly. But you move your hand over my shaven pussy until finding my vagina and I breathe again. I let you insert a finger an inch or two inside me before moving down your body. You look confused, but I smile at you and look at your panties. Little by little I draw them down your legs. There is a small triangle of hair above your clit and a trace of finely trimmed hair down to your clit. As I remove your panties, my tongue wets my lips in anticipation of tasting you. Your naked body is fully exposed under me. As I admire it, I feel your eyes. I am the first girl you’ve ever had and I intend to make you enjoy it. I’ll let you do whatever you desire and right now I sense you want to devour me. You watch my breasts and my waist and my pussy as I run my fingers over every inch of your body. It is only when I touch your clit that I get a reaction. Your eyes close tightly, your mouth opens and you gasp. A couple more strokes and I see your hips rise and fall involuntarily. I’m not sure that you even realize I’m moving until my head is between your legs. I press gently against your thighs and you spread them for me. With my hands under your ass, I lower my head to your pussy. It is wet and warm and sweet. My tongue makes a long, methodical swipe from the entrance to your vagina halfway to your clit. You again raise your hips and let your ass fall back into my hands. It feels cool and soft. I lick you a half dozen times before sliding my tongue inside you. “Oh, Traci,” you sigh. Your hands were at your side, but now they hold my head in place. I fuck you with my tongue for a minute, feeling the tightness of your vagina. My tongue reaches up and licks your g-spot, resulting in another whimper of pleasure. As much as I want to stay there, I know you must be desperate for satisfaction. Not allowing my tongue to ever leave contact with your skin, I move up to your clit. As expected, you flinch when I make contact. My hands can feel your body shaking. “Relax, Heather,” I say. “Just lay back and relax. Let it come.” You take a deep breath and put your hands over your face. I watch you as I begin licking your clit. When your hands move up to brush back your hair, I place a hand on your left breast. Your eyes are still closed tightly as I squeeze the nipple and take your clit in my mouth. It’s difficult to say which is more erect: the nipple or the clit. With equal zeal, I attack them both. The sweet taste on my tongue and the feel of your rigid skin between my lips makes me shudder with excitement. I pull up on your ass, engulfing as much of you as I can in my mouth. Your hands are on my head again, urging me to take in more. “Yes. Oh, yes. Traci. I’m…there…I’m gonna…” I squeeze hard on your nipple and lick frantically all around your clit. You utter something I can’t make out, but your body gives you away. You stiffen. Shake. Then stiffen again. You cry out and cum. It’s hard keeping up with the gyrations of your lower body, but I manage to keep in contact with your clit. Cries of ecstasy fill the room and I watch your head roll back and forth on the arm of the couch. Your hand is on your right breast; duplicating the manipulation I am giving your left nipple. My arms wrap tightly around your legs in an attempt to hold you in place. You squirm from side to side, apparently giving in to a series of unrelenting orgasms. Beads of perspiration form on your forehead and your hair is wildly disarrayed. But, you look beautiful to me. “Traci. Stop. Oh, God. No,” you say in a barely audible voice. You are trying to pull away from me. One more shudder from a long lick and I let you go. You slide back onto the couch and lay your head by the arm. The look in your eyes is nearly indescribable. It’s a combination of pain, desire, exhaustion and exhilaration. I lay on you again and we kiss more passionately than before. Your legs wrap around my waist and I feel the heels of your feet on my ass. As I wipe the moisture from your brow, you thank me and confirm the splendor of the sex. I just enjoy feeling your warm body on mine. After a minute you speak. “I’m not sure I know how to please you.” I laugh and kiss your cheek as we lay side by side. “How about if you let me take charge and you just do what comes natural?” “OK,” you say hesitantly. “But, that was wonderful and I…” I don’t let you finish. I roll across your body and stand up. I take your hand and pull you from the couch, turning at the same time toward the hallway. The smile on my face as I look over my shoulder at you makes you feel more at ease, and you respond with a nervous smile of your own. We walk past a bedroom and turn into the master bathroom. I watch you look around at the white wallpaper with vivid patterns, plant stands and glass enclosed shower. Then your eyes fall upon the centerpiece of the room--a large, beige Jacuzzi. “Wow. This is nice,” you say softly. “Would you like to relax in my tub for a while?” It was a question that didn’t demand an answer. “Would I? Of course.” I had already walked to the faucet and started the flow of water. When I stood back up, I was surprised to find you directly behind me with your arms around my waist. Your hands rose to the base of my breasts and your warm breath was on my neck. Through my hair you kissed my ear and whispered how happy I had made you. My breasts were covered now with your outstretched fingers and your lips were biting the bottom of my ear. I reached behind you and pulled you closer, feeling the softness of your ass once again. One of your hands slid down my stomach and landed between my legs. A finger moved from my clit to my vagina, then inside me. I bent slightly and you molded your body with mine. The finger slipped in and out repeatedly. “God, Heather. You can’t be new to this.” I could have cum in an instant. I heard you giggle quietly before I bent down to turn off the water and activate the jets in the Jacuzzi. Your hand left my pussy but your body was still in contact with me the whole time. The soothing swoosh of the water was the only sound in the room. I stepped into the tub and sat with my back against one side, watching you follow behind me. You easily slid into the curved area for the second occupant and stretched out your legs over mine. We both slipped down until only our heads were above the water, watching it swirl around and over each other’s bodies. I felt your feet slide up and down my legs, not quite reaching my pussy, which now urgently needed your attention. We unwound for a couple minutes before you began to lean forward. You approach me and soon are hovering over me, water dripping off your nipples. We kiss as you lower your body onto mine. I hold your ass and you grind your pussy down onto mine. Lost in the kiss’ craze, we nearly end up under the water. Water laps against the side of my face, adding to the warmth of your mouth and tongue. The end of your hair is wet and hangs around your face. You look incredibly sexy. You move down to my neck, which I’ve raised to water level. Sensing that you want more, I rise out of the water a few more inches and you take my breast into your mouth. The already ultra-sensitive nipple is maneuvered between your lips and I feel like exploding. I feel your hands on my ass, lifting me yet higher. I decide it is time. Or did you? In one easy motion, I sit on the edge of the tub, my pussy at the same level as your mouth. I spread my legs and watch you. Your eyes never leave my pussy. In another couple seconds, your tongue is on me. First inside me, then up to my clit. I put my hands on the back of your head and feel the smooth dampness of your mouth. You are licking below my clit, beside it, around it. On it. God, you lick it harder and take it in your mouth. I feel your lips and tongue, then a finger in my vagina. I put my hand on my breast and squeeze. Hard. Then my nipple. I roll it between my fingers, feeling you fuck me with your fingers and lick my clit. “Yes, Heather. That’s it. Yes.” You urge me to cum, but I need no help. The orgasm starts deep inside my stomach and flows out in a wave. I buck my hips up and down, forcing my pussy harder against your face. Your tongue works harder and faster and you pull me closer. My hands fall to the side of the tub, trying to hold on while a second and third orgasm roll over me. I cry out your name over and over, begging you not to stop. My body shudders from the power of the sex, the power of your mouth. Until I can’t move. You know I’m finished and lift your head. Your eyes peer out from under your hair, looking up at me as though you were a child looking for approval. Tears fill my eyes. I slide down into the tub and into your arms. I try to talk but your mouth is on mine and the words disappear into you. We spend another half hour in the Jacuzzi exploring each other. We spend the rest of the day in t-shirts; talking, eating, playing, learning to love. I get outrageously jealous when you go out with guys, now. But you always come back. Back to my arms, my bed and my love.