Kysa Shares Tracy

Kysa Shares Tracy Series by Green Story 3; 02-02 All stories based upon real events. Of course, enough changed to make sure no one can be identified given that stories are based upon real events. Stories gathered from interviews and personal experiences. Stories are written in 3rd person. This required some fill in regarding what characters were thinking. But, in for whatever it is worth I asked for this perspective during interview process to make it as true to actual as possible. Also, if based upon a personal experience I got this information by simply asking what was going through their head at times where is was not evident to me. Kysa had a new roommate named Tracy. Kysa liked her prior roommate but she had dropped out after her sophomore year so now as a junior Kysa got freshman. Geez, a freshman was one thing but one like Tracy was going to be work. Physically, Tracy was a lot like Kysa. A few inches taller than Kysa's 5'5" frame but just as attractive with similar measurements. Tracy was all of a 35d with a narrow waist and womanly hips like Kysa. Tracy's hair was more brown than Kysa's black but they had remarkable similar eyes - big and green outlined by dark eyelashes. Both had naturally dark skin reflecting their Italian, Greek ancestry. But that was all they had in common. Kysa was worldly and intellectually driven. Tracy was a hick from Iowa at college to have fun, get an education in teaching and find someone to marry. Kysa knew how to please a man (and a woman) and explored her desires. Tracy, in spite of her looks, had had two boyfriends that she had slept with in her life and thought lesbian was something that didn't really exist except for in weird parts of the world like San Francisco. Kysa had an awareness of the world and how to use it. Tracy had no clues and was wonderfully na?ve. It showed in everything including how they dressed. Kysa dressed to show off. Tracy pranced around the dorm in sweat clothes and always had her shoulder length hair in a ponytail. Yes, Tracy would be a project. Kysa had patient with her but it only went so far. She tried to get along with her but nothing seemed to work. They simply had nothing in common. Over the first few months of classes Tracy hooked up with a few other frosh and their relationship simply never grew. They went their own ways and that was fine with Kysa. Fine until Tracy showed alarm with one of Kysa's dates. Kysa got picked up by some guy she had met that lived in the area but didn't go to school. The guy was black and Tracy had walked in as they were leaving and did not hide her shock and disapproval. The next morning they had words. Kysa got mad enough to slap her but violence was not her nature and she just walked away from it. They barely said hi to each other for a couple of weeks. Finally, Kysa tried to talk to her about their differences and for a while the conversation went okay. They broke out a bottle of wine and shared a joint as they tried to patch things up. Like I said, things went well originally but they took a turn for the worst once the bottle was half way gone and they had shared a joint. Tracy was sloshed and yet Kysa was just tipsy and cloudy with her thoughts. Kysa was still rationale though. Kysa was surprised at just how easily Tracy had gotten high and plowed. Tracy obviously had a low threshold. Tracy even became more free with her dress and actions. She was a different person with alcohol. Tracy was prancing around in just underwear claiming it was hot in the room as she discarded her sweats. Kysa found her very attractive but knew her thoughts towards lesbianism so did not even let her mind race off in that direction. Besides, there was another issue at hand. Tracy did not get mean intentionally but her words were harsh. As they talked Tracy flat out said that she could not imagine that Kysa would date black guys. "I mean, he was black Kysa, how could you lower your standards that much" was one comment that Kysa simply found beyond offensive and inexcusable. Kysa tried at first to explain how Tracy's comments were not acceptable. But she got nowhere with her. "I just can't respect a white woman that would even think of being with a black man", Tracy said prompting Kysa to end the conversation and simply go to bed. Kysa stewed over Tracy's racism for a few weeks and though she tried to let it go the last statement Tracy had made kept ringing in her head. The only thing that kept her from make a big stink and trying to get another roommate was her secret hope that in time Tracy would grow up. Then, one never knows, maybe, maybe.. Tracy was a dish and Kysa admitted to herself that the year would not be complete with sharing some passion with her. Of course, very unlikely but.? Then, one Saturday, when the dorm was deserted due to most students going home for Thanksgiving (Kysa and Tracy were two of only about 20 in the entire dorm that stayed back) everything kind of just came out in a weird way. Kysa had a party to go to and was getting warmed up with a joint. Tracy came in about 7 p.m. dressed like usual, like a tomboy and asked where she was going. A party Kysa said as bells went off in her head. Kysa got out some wine and shared a couple of glasses of it with Tracy and they shared a joint. Kysa was feeling good. Tracy was loopy. It was now 8 p.m. and Kysa told her that she was going over to a couple of girlfriends house to party and spend the night. She lied and invited Tracy along. Before Tracy could respond through her cloudy head Kysa had her agreeing to take a quick shower and dress up casually in jeans and a blouse (yes, Tracy did own a blouse or two). Tracy in tow Kysa drove to the "girls party". Kysa liked how things were going. Tracy was completely lite up as they drove to the party Tracy had more than half of another joint. Kysa pretended to share it with her but to ensure she kept her wits she didn't inhale into her lungs and kept passing it back to Tracy. By the time Kysa got to the party her partner, Tracy was giggling like a Hyena over just about anything and everything. Kysa helped her out of the car and though Tracy could walk fine she followed close by just in case she fell and guided her into the house having the party. Just about everyone at the party was black given that it was a black fraternity party that Kysa had brought Tracy to. They were greeted at the door and their coats checked. Kysa wasted zero time sensing that Tracy was just floating. Handing Tracy to a host / bouncer Kysa said, "My friend her has a fantasy she needs to have fulfilled. She is shy about it but she is here to cure her Jungle Fever. Can I count on you to make sure she is taken care of properly?" Tracy looked at Kysa disbelieving and broke out in laughter and playfully slapped her on the shoulder. Kysa had misjudged the person she wanted to turn Tracy over to. Though he looked like a giant, well, actually he was, he was a graduate student into books and pretty straight laced. "I'm not so sure you came to the right place for this type of thing", he said. Kysa had already taken a couple steps towards the main party area thinking she had done enough to get things going but in hearing this turned around. "I'll see the missy gets fulfilled", some wiry guy nearby that had overheard the initial conversation chimed in as he came to escort Tracy off to the side. Kysa made eye contact with the guy. He winked at her. That was good enough for Kysa. She continued her entrance. Kysa joined the party and ran into quit a few friends. After about a half hour she looked around for Tracy. Not seeing her in any of the three main rooms of the house her curiosity was peaked so she went looking for her heading up the second floor where the bedrooms were located. She heard some laughing behind a couple of doors but each time she knocked and entered it was just a few people swapping stories and drink. No Tracy. At the end of the hall she heard someone using a phone. "Harry, come on down to my room man, now", she heard the caller say through the door and then the room she had just exited opened and a handsome guy she had just spoken to came out in a hurry and headed for the door she was standing in front of. "We meet again", he said. "Uhm, I think this is a private party", he said as he opened the door to enter. Tracy, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the guy that had escorted her from the entrance saw Kysa through the crack in the door. "Kysa", Tracy shouted with laughter and glee, "come on in here girl". This was not the Tracy that Kysa found so agitating and snobby. The guy, Harry, saw the interaction and left the door open. "If you are coming in close the door behind you. I'm Terry, this is Harry. You are?" the guy, Terry, sitting across from Tracy said to Kysa. With a smile as wide as a kid in a candy store Kysa entered, introduced herself and sat on the only chair in the single bed room. Terry picked up the tray that was between him and Tracy and set it on the bed. "Harry, we were just about to try this stuff I got from the Caribbean", Terry said. Harry took a seat on the top of the bed by the pillows. Terry took a seat on the bed on the far corner from Harry, set the tray next to him and direction Tracy, getting up wobbly from her high and maybe even feeling like her legs had slightly "fell asleep" while sitting. Terry apparently was going in the kill and had invited Harry over to share. He was like an animal wanting to enjoy his capture but kept looking at Kysa trying to figure her out. Kysa sensed this from the nervous looks Terry was giving her. "Roll two and give me one. I like to watch." Kysa gave him the information his eyes seemed to be searching for. Terry smiled broadly and said, "You can join in if you choose." "Not tonight. She is my roommate and she has been talking trash about being with a black man all year. I am just here to make sure she doesn't chicken out." Kysa was fibbing but wanted the guys to think that Tracy was eager and willing. Heck, maybe with the pot and alcohol that night she was. "She grew up on a farm or something and has never even danced with a black guy and likely never even spoke to one until she came to school. She wants this bad though. Don't mind how she acts as you get her started. She will be nervous of course." Kysa continued to pile it on. Kysa had whispered this but loud enough so that both Terry and Harry could hear her. Tracy did not respond likely because she was not able to focus very well and because she was engrossed with trying to roll a joint. She wasn't very good at it. That is apparently what Terry was showing her to do when Harry and Kysa had come into the room. Tracy finished rolling the joint but it looked like something a one-armed person could improve upon. "Oh girl, that won't do. Here, let me do it", Terry said laughing at the discombobulated cigarette that Tracy had held up to show proudly. Tracy laughed at the rejection of her work. As Terry corrected the job he and Harry made eye contact and communicated the next step with their eyes. Harry took the tray from the bed and set it on the coffee table near Kysa. "Have fun Harry", Kysa whispered to him with a knowing smile. Harry stood up with a smile and went and pulled the bedspread down. Then Harry peeled off his clothes down to his pants and turned to Tracy, "no clothes on my sheets little girl". "What are you guys doing?" Tracy said somewhat alarmed as she saw Harry partially disrobe and Terry follow suit down to his pants, as well. She had in her affected state went along, more than went along, with the flow up to this point but even in her clouded state reacted to the situation that was now well past her line of acceptance. "You need to get your clothes off girl so that you can get in the bed with us"; Harry said matter of fact in response. "You guys are crazy", Tracy said loudly and laughed. The laugh was from being buzzed. If not buzzed she would have likely responded in anger. "Kysa, help me here", Tracy said to Kysa not really comprehending where this was going but even though confused new she wanted help to get things back to "normal". Kysa did just that - help. She got up and turned the stereo system up loud and made sure the door was locked. Kysa then came over to Tracy and stood her up and started to unbutton Tracy's blouse. "What are you doing", Tracy said meekly in defiance but did not stop her. "I am not going to be naked in front of these guys, black guys", Tracy continued as Kysa finished the last button on the front and then took hold of the front of Tracy's blouse and pushed over her shoulders and back down her arms were it got stuck at her wrists. Tracy's large breasts stood proudly out being pushed out even further in the white lace bra by the positioning of her shoulders being pulled back by the blouse caught at her wrist buttons. "Stop this Kysa", Tracy said as Kysa kissed her exposed neck. Kysa had no intention of stopping. The only question in Kysa's mind was whether she was going to join in or maybe even asked the guys to back off and take Tracy for herself. Terry had accurately picked up the Tracy may need some encouragement as they got her started and had kneeled behind Tracy on the bed. Tracy's back was to the bed and Terry was now behind her and Kysa. Harry was standing to Kysa's left near the top of the bed waiting to get going. Tracy struggled at this point to get a way from Kysa, "you're a girl, you can't kiss me Kysa" Tracy said as if clarifying the fact of Kysa's sex would correct what was going on. As Tracy tried to step away Terry had grabbed Tracy's wrists that were together and inadvertently but helpfully tied up with her blouse and pulled her back. Tracy fell back onto the bed with her arms pinned underneath her. Terry held Tracy in place by pressing both hands down on her shoulders. Kysa straddled Tracy and replaced Terry's hands with her own. "Get her undressed", Kysa said. Harry quickly pulled Tracy's pants, socks and underwear off and Tracy kicked with futility pinned to the bed by Kysa's weight and her arms trapped underneath her. Kysa then rolled Tracy over and removed her blouse by simply pulling it hard and popping the buttons still fastened at the wrist area off. Kysa now wished she had the beauty to herself but figured that would have to wait for another time because the guys were eager and it showed. Both had gotten their pants and underwear off in the few seconds it had taken to get Tracy's blouse off. "Get off of me Kysa", Tracy said, demanded. Kysa leaned forward and unclipped Tracy's bra. Tracy said something else but it was muffled since her face was now pressed into the bed sheets. Kysa wasn't sure if she should continue to join in or simply let the guys take over. Terry was kneeling on the bed again right in front of Tracy's head now that he had gotten completely naked. His nice sized dick rock hard. Harry was still standing near the top of the bed now naked. Kysa had looked over her shoulder and seen Harry's erection, "you go second", Kysa instructed him noting that he was erect as Terry. Kysa had given this instruction with a chuckle as she saw how immense Harry's cock was. "Why are you doing this to me Kysa?" Tracy said into the bedspread. Kysa did not respond. She just rolled Tracy to her back and pulled Tracy's bra off as she continued to straddle Tracy. Damn Tracy was hot Kysa thought to herself seeing those beautiful full breasts. Tracy continued to struggle back and forth but was too buzzed to be effective against Kysa's solid straddle. Kysa wanted to get her own clothes off and enjoy a wonderful session of sex with Tracy. This whole thing had her totally hot and seeing Tracy naked, pinned underneath her was almost too much. But Terry and Harry had shared their pot and were aroused to the point of now return and wanted something in return for their pot at this point. Kysa realized that her time with Tracy would have to be another time or after the guys were done. Tracy looked up and saw Terry's erection. "Oh my god, he's naked", she said as she looked at his dick. Kysa had a hold of Tracy's wrist and held them back as she straddled her. "You like what you see Tracy?" Kysa asked rhetorically. "Don't do that", Tracy suddenly said as she tried to buck away from Kysa but was barely able to move at all. Harry had kneeled down at the side of the bed and gotten between Tracy's legs and was tasting her. Tracy tried to buck free but with Kysa on top of her and Harry cupping her hips in his strong, broad shoulders she was wasting her efforts. In spite of her unwillingness to completely go along and her total buzz a moan escaped Tracy as Harry's mouth sucked on her pussy. Note to self, Kysa thought with a chuckle, "girls will enjoy sex whether they want to or not when they are buzzed." Damn Kysa was turned on and wanted to join in sexually but was not sure how. "Come on Tracy, now suck on him", Kysa instructed. Terry dick was right over top of Tracy's face. Tracy shook her head back and forth, "no". "Come on, it is just like Tim's just black", Kysa encouraged Tracy referring to Tracy's last boyfriend (only the second guy she had ever had sex with). "Look at it Tracy, isn't it just like Tim's except for the color?" Kysa knew that both of Tracy's prior boyfriends were averaged size at most and that Terry was likely larger than what Tracy had ever seen given that he was a solid seven inches long and pretty thick, maybe six to seven inches around. Kysa wanted Tracy to notice the size of Terry knowing that Tracy would absolutely flip out once she saw Harry who had to be ten by ten but who's dick had not been seen by Tracy yet. A deeper moan came out of Tracy. Kysa looked back and saw that Harry was licking Tracy's clit with vigor and had released part of his grip on her hips with his right arm so that he could insert a finger then two of his large hands into her pussy. Tracy was turned on whether she wanted to be or not. "Well, the guys need to get off and it is your choice on how they do it", Kysa said as Terry continued to hold his position hoping that Tracy would take him into her mouth. Kysa gestured with her head to Terry to go ahead and get behind them. "He is going to fuck you Tracy since you would not suck him. Do you think you prefer that?" Kysa said this with a chuckle and though put as a question did not expect an answer. Kysa wished that she had taken her clothes off before getting on top of Tracy so that maybe the guys could take turns with their pussy's and even more so that she could feel Tracy's skin against hers. But figured she would let the guys get their rocks off hope they would leave the room after that and that maybe she would get to "comfort" Tracy one on one after that. Or she would simply take Tracy home after that and hope that Tracy would still be buzzed enough at that point to go for some "comforting" back at their room. Regardless, her job now was just to hold Tracy in position for Terry and Harry. She knew she would really need hold Tracy firmly once it was Harry's turn. Kysa slid her hips downward so that more of her body weight was pressed against Tracy as Terry got of the bed and got behind them. Kysa heard Harry move away as Terry got between her legs that hung over the edge of the bed. "That felt good didn't it? I am so jealous that Harry got to taste you before me. I hope you let me taste you when they are done", Kysa whispered into Tracy's ear. Kysa felt their breasts pressed together and wished she did not have her own blouse on at the time. Kysa held Tracy's wrist firmly over her head against the bed and cooed into her ear and kissed the nap of her neck as she felt the bed shift as Terry (maybe with the help of Harry, she could not tell in position) lifted Tracy's legs into the air. "Ugh, oh, no, its big", Tracy said through a gasp into Kysa's ear. Kysa took a quick look over her shoulder wondering if Harry had went first. It was Terry entering Tracy. "I am so jealous of you Tracy", Kysa said and then continued, "doesn't that cock feel good?" Kysa could feel the bed moving back and forth as Terry was now fully fucking Tracy. Tracy was moaning again and breathing hard. She was enjoying the sensation. "Oh, not quit so deep, no, no, it hurts" Kysa heard Tracy say as Terry fucked her. "He feels big to you?" Kysa asked. Tracy just moaned as Terry picked up his pace. Tracy had been turned on in spite of everything by Harry's mouth and her breathing pattern indicated that she might even be approaching an orgasm. Kysa took another look over her shoulder to see what was going on. Terry had a hold of both of Tracy's ankles and held them up and spread as he was fucking in and out of Tracy hard. Harry seated on the bed and had one hand on Tracy's clit gently massaging it. Tracy didn't have a chance. These guys were going to make her cum. The guys were going to get their rocks off but apparently wanted Tracy to cum too as evidenced by their team work. Terry continued his rhythm and Tracy, long since having stopped any struggle, was breathing deeper and harder had little beads of perspiration on her forehead. Her orgasm was building and it was near. Kysa continued to hold Tracy in place and kiss her gently on her neck and down to the top of her breasts. She desperately wanted to taste her nipples but their position didn't accommodate it. Tracy started to buck again but not in resistance at this point. She was starting to cum. "Ahhh, don't stop, ohhh", Tracy purred as she came to Terry's thrusting and Harry's rubbing of her clit. Terry let out a grunt soon after Tracy had started to cum as he came too. Terry had pulled out as he came and Kysa felt her blouse get a wet blob on it just over her belt line. Terry had ejaculated onto Kysa's lower back. Tracy lay there in bliss from her orgasm. "Did you like that?" Kysa whispered. Tracy didn't say anything but did meekly nod her head yes however briefly. Kysa continued, "now you know why I date black guys sometimes. You said he was big, was he bigger than Tim?" Kysa said not expecting an answer but Tracy did nod her head "yes" again. Kysa chuckled to herself as she felt the bed move again. It was Harry getting up and between Tracy's legs. "Oh my gggggggggggggggoo", Tracy blurted out as Harry entered her. "No, no, nooo, it hurts, no, stop!" Tracy gasped and yelled as she tried to buck free harder than she had up to this point. Harry had put his immense cock into her and it was tearing her up. "Kysa, make him stop. He is too big, way too biggggg, ahhhh, noooo", Tracy pleaded as Harry thrust all ten by ten of him fully into Tracy. Tears were rolling down her checks as Tracy pleaded, weeping now at the pain. "Stop, its too", Harry thrust in and she stopped, "biggg, it hurts", Harry thrust into her again. Each thrust pushing so far into her that she had to stop talking. Kysa wondered if she should keep holding Tracy down for she was clearly in pain. Harry would likely be too big for her and she (Kysa) had experience with such sized guys. Kysa knew how to hold them form going all the way in until she got a little used to it but Tracy did not have that opportunity given that she was being held all open for the assault. Tracy was not able to position herself to keep Harry at bay until she could relax and adjust. "Nooo, ouch, tooooo", another thrust, "much, too much, I am", another thrust, "hurts, nooo, arrrrgghhh", another thrust. Kysa decided that maybe she should let Tracy up and maybe even have sex with Harry herself giving Tracy a break. After all, Kysa was horny as heck and .. Kysa heard a grunt from Harry. "Dammit, no, please stoooop" Tracy exclaimed and pleaded again. With one final deep painful to Tracy thrust Harry came and the event came to an end as he pulled out and came all over Tracy's pussy. 4587 1.30/512345