Training Tracy

“Wait,” Tracy whispered, grabbing Sloan’s hand just as it slipped in her panties. “Not here. Not now.” She tried to keep him from touching her pussy, but it was too late. His index finger slid down over the sensitive bud of her clit and curled into wet flesh.

Sloan chuckled. “Why, Tracy Sanders, you little blonde Barbie Doll slut! Your big blue eyes look so innocent, but your pussy is dripping like melted butter. Watching porn must have turned you on.”

They were sitting in a club chair in the entertainment room of the Tri-X fraternity house, where half a dozen other couples were making out, occupying similar chairs or sharing space on a pair of leather couches. The furniture was arranged around a large carpet-covered table, six feet in diameter and a couple of feet high.

Tracy was cuddling next to Sloan, her cheek on his shoulder. He had one hand under her T-shirt, which was imprinted with the message “yes, they’re real and they’re spectacular!” His other hand was inside her panties, exploring her wet pussy.

“Am I right, Tracy? Did watching porn turn you on?”

Tracy blushed and whispered shyly, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it turned me on.”

The group in the entertainment room had spent the last hour watching homemade porn downloaded from a site that specialized in college porn. Now Sloan pulled Tracy close and whispered in her ear: “Show me how much it turned you on to watch those college girls suck those big jock cocks. You take off your T-shirt and shorts.”

Tracy leaned back and looked at Sloan, wondering just how serious he was. From the look in his eyes, she knew he meant what he said. They had dated only a couple of months, but she knew when he had that look she would either have to do what he asked or leave. This was the first time he had ­invited her to a Tri-X party, and she didn’t want to leave.

“Do it, Tracy. Now.” Sloan’s soft tone belied the insistent authority behind his words. Tracy loved the power and confidence he exuded. His dominant atti­tude toward her was a tremendous turn-on. So far she had acquiesced to his every request. But so far he hadn’t asked her to strip in public.

Sloan’s eyes narrowed. “Do it!” he said. “Take off your cutoffs and your T‑shirt. And your panties.”

Tracy hesitated, nervous, almost trembling. But she was also aroused. She looked around the room at the other couples. The petting was becoming hot and heavy, and no one was paying attention to her and Sloan.

“Tracy?” The edge in Sloan’s voice made her turn back quickly. He raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

Tracy sat up and stripped off her T‑shirt, baring her breasts. They were, indeed, spectacular.

She glanced around the room. Still no one was paying attention to her and Sloan. She unsnapped her denim cutoffs and lifted her hips to work the tight shorts and the thong down over her legs. Now completely naked, she wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed or aroused.

Sloan pulled her toward him. “Come sit on my lap.”

Tracy moved up onto his lap, sitting sideways to shield herself from the other students. “No,” he said, “sit with your back to my chest. I want to play with your breasts. And spread your legs. Show off your hot pussy.”

Tracy did as Sloan said, turning her back to his chest and spreading her legs, opening her pussy wide. Like all the girls she knew, she was shaved bare, revealing every detail of her wet slit and puffy pink lips. Her embarrassment was slowly being overcome by her increasing arousal. Now she wanted someone to look over and see what Sloan was having her do.

Sloan reached around from behind and began to caress Tracy’s breasts, squeezing the firm globes and pinching the nipples. She couldn’t hold back a whimpering sigh of pleasure. She leaned back, resting her head on his shoulder. “That feels really good,” she whispered. “Your hands on my tits. Do you want to play with my pussy?”

“No, I want you to play with your pussy. Finger-fuck yourself. Now.”

Tracy looked around the room. Two couples were watching her now.

“Sloan. I’m not sure—”

“Play with your pussy, Tracy. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Sloan’s command was all she needed to overcome her shyness and surrender to the erotic yearnings simmering just below her inhibitions. She began playing with herself with both hands, spreading her pussy lips apart and sliding her fingers in and out of her wet slit. Finger-fucking herself in front of a watching audience was totally turning her on. She was suddenly aware of how strong her exhibitionistic tendencies were.
After only a few minutes she felt her climax building. “Oh God!” she whispered. “Sloan, I’m going to come. I’m—”

“No,” Sloan said. “Not yet.” He pulled her hands away from her pussy. “You can come in a while, but first you’ve got to see the entertainment I’ve arranged.” Surprised, she started to sit up. He tightened his grip, keeping her from moving. “Sit still,” he said. “Just watch.”

A spotlight came on over the carpeted pedestal and Tracy realized it was more of a stage than a table. Suddenly a Tri-X member appeared leading a girl in the room on a leash. She was naked except for leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a black leather collar studded with silver spikes. She was slender, with small breasts capped by dark brown nipples. Her ebony hair was cut in a boyish pixie style, and she had tattoos on the slope of her breasts and around one ankle.

As they approached the pedestal, more Tri-X members filed in from various doorways. Soon there were a couple of dozen people in the room. At the pedestal, the Tri-X with the leash unhooked it from the girl’s collar, and she sat down on the edge of the platform. Tracy, still sitting on Sloan’s lap with her legs spread, felt her pussy tingle. For a moment she imagined herself sitting naked in the spotlight, ready to entertain a horny crowd.

The girl scooted to the center of the stage and lay back, resting on her ­elbows. The guy who had led her into the room stepped to the edge of the carpeted platform with a video camera. “Spread your legs, Sugar. Show everyone that sexy pussy.”

The girl spread her legs and began to play with herself. Someone turned the music up, and the room was filled with a throbbing hip-hop beat. The crowd gathering around the stage began to encourage the girl with enthusiastic yells and whistles. The pedestal was turning slowly. Tracy realized it must be rotated by a mechanism hidden underneath. In a few minutes the table had rotated so that she could see between the girl’s legs to her fingers teasing her pussy.

After a couple of full rotations, the Tri-X with the camera handed the girl a large silicone cock. “Here, Sugar,” he said. “See how much of this you can get in your cunt.” She smiled and took the giant dildo. She licked the head, getting it wet, then laid back and began working it in her pussy.

“Pretty hot, huh?” Sloan said, once again squeezing Tracy’s breasts.

“I’ll say,” she said.” Wicked hot. Who is the girl? Is she a porn star?”

Sloan chuckled. “Hardly. She and a girlfriend of hers are our house sub-sluts. They entertain us every couple of weeks. When the girlfriend shows up, they’re going to give us a girl-girl sex show. They call themselves Sugar and Spice. That girl is Sugar. Spice should be here any minute. The man with the camera is Roger.”

Tracy pulled back so she could look at Sloan’s face. “Your ‘house sub-sluts’? What’s a sub-slut?”

Sloan grinned. “Sub-sluts are submissives who will fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere their dom tells them to.”

“And the guy with the camera is Sugar’s dom? As in dominant?”

“Exactly,” Sloan said.

Tracy looked at him. Could their relationship be described as dominant and submissive? Surprisingly, the idea gave her a cozy feeling. She looked back at the rotating pedestal. Sugar was on her back now, writhing in abandon while she fucked herself with the large cock. Watching the girl was making her own pussy throb uncontrollably. She knew the show was turning Sloan on too. His erection under her bare bottom was as hard as a rock.

She slid forward, reached back and began to rub his cock through his jeans. He reached down and unzipped his fly. He took his cock out and guided it into Tracy’s hand. For several minutes she fondled it with one hand and fondled her pussy with the other, all the while watching Sugar on the carpeted stage.

Suddenly Sloan lifted her hips and pulled her backward. As her pussy slid across his cock, he tilted his hips up and shoved it in her slit. It drove deep. She moaned. In spite of herself, she began to fuck Sloan harder, thrusting her hips back and forth, moaning from the physical sensation of his cock in her cunt and the erotic arousal of fucking him in front of an audience.

“Oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered. “Actually fucking you in front of all these people!”

Suddenly the Tri-X who had been filming Sugar walked up and knelt next to the chair they were in. Tracy’s first thought was to cover herself, but Sloan stopped her. As the guy knelt down, he looked at Tracy’s dripping pussy. “Sweet,” he said with a smile.

“What’s up, Roger?” Sloan said.

Roger’s smile faded. “Spice can’t make it. She got arrested. She’s in jail.”

“Fuck!” Sloan said. “What’d she get popped for? Possession probably.”

Roger was talking to Sloan but looking at Tracy’s cock-filled pussy. Tracy was flushed pink, more from arousal than from embarrassment. Roger glanced up at her and grinned, then turned back to Sloan. “It wasn’t drugs,” he said. “Something more stupid. She has a couple dozen unpaid parking tickets. She needs 600 bucks.”

“Well, double fuck!” Sloan said. “Let’s pass the hat and get her out.”

Roger said, “I guess our Sugar-and-Spice girl-girl show is going to be a Sugar-only show.”

Sloan was quiet for a minute. “Maybe not,” he said. He leaned over and whispered in his frat brother’s ear, so quietly that Tracy couldn’t hear.

When Roger got up and left, Tracy leaned her head back on Sloan’s shoulder. “I heard what Roger said,” she whispered. “So I guess we won’t see Sugar and her girlfriend together. Too bad. That sounded hot.”

“Don’t worry,” Sloan said. “We may have a show after all. He tilted his hips, pushing his cock deeper in her pussy, causing her to close her eyes and moan again.

Suddenly Tracy felt someone’s hands on her thighs. Her eyes snapped wide open. Pixie-haired Sugar was kneeling ­between her legs. The girl’s cute face was less than a foot from Tracy’s pussy, which was still filled with Sloan’s cock.

“Tracy,” Sloan said, “meet Sugar. Sugar, say hello to Tracy. I thought since the two of you have the hottest pussies on campus, you should meet.”

Once again embarrassment flashed through Tracy. She tried to cover her cock-filled pussy with her hands, but Sloan was holding her tight. She had no idea how to respond to Sugar, who was smiling seductively at her. Then the girl looked down at Tracy’s pussy and made a show of running the tip of her tongue slowly across her lips.

Once again Tracy felt the dual sensations of being mortified and aroused at the same time, a little frightened but amazingly turned on. Sloan held her close and whispered in her ear: “I need you to help me out of a jam, Tracy. I need you to fill in for Spice. You’ll do that, won’t you, baby?”

She was startled by his request. He was essentially asking her to join Sugar in performing lesbian sex, something she’d never done in private, much less in public. She glanced around at the expectant crowd. She had to admit that the thought of entertaining them was ­intensely erotic. She looked down and gave Sugar a resigned smile.

Sugar returned the smile and stood up, reaching for Tracy’s hand. “Come with me,” she said, pulling her off of Sloan’s lap.

Tracy moved forward, legs trembling. In a moment she was sitting next to Sugar on the stage. An enthusiastic roar came from the audience around the pedestal. The fraternity guys and their dates all yelled their encouragement to the two women.

Tracy looked around the room, her eyes wide. The crowd had grown to 25 or 30 people, perhaps a dozen of them women. She saw several frat guys taking pictures with cell phones. Roger was filming her and Sugar with his digital camera, and Tracy shuddered for a moment, knowing that the film would undoubtedly end up on online, perhaps even on the college porn site.

Sugar leaned forward and kissed her. Sugar’s tongue in her mouth sent a tingling sensation surging to her pussy, and she moaned. When Sugar ended the kiss, she pulled away and whispered, “Don’t think about the crowd. Just think about me. Concentrate on me, and I’ll do things to you that will blow your mind.”

Tracy eagerly took that advice, and within minutes she and Sugar were ­engaged in a sizzling 69, Tracy on her back, lifting her lips and tongue to suck and lick Sugar’s pussy while the pixie-haired girl leaned down to lick Tracy’s wet slit. Although it was Tracy’s first girl-girl experience, every kiss and lick and suck seemed to come naturally. After only moments, both girls were squealing and moaning in orgasm, to the pleasure of the watching crowd. Ten minutes later they were sharing another screaming orgasm, this time with Tracy on top.

As they came back slowly from the erotic bliss of their mutual climax, Sugar said to Tracy, “It’s time we turned the heat up a notch on this party.” Tracy raised a quizzical eyebrow. Then she saw Sugar point and beckon to one of the Tri-X guys, and her tummy did a butterfly flip.
“You, frat boy,” Sugar said, kneeling on the carpeted pedestal. “Haul it out and show us what you’ve got.”

With a grin, the guy stepped up on the pedestal and unzipped his pants. As his dick came out, Sugar leaned ­forward and began to give him a wet, sloppy blowjob. After a couple of minutes she turned toward Tracy. “Your turn, sweetie,” she said. “See how quickly you can get him off.”

Tracy glanced nervously over at Sloan, wondering what his reaction would be. When she saw him smile, she gave in to her arousal and leaned forward and took the guy’s cock deep in her throat. In just a few minutes he began to climax. She pulled back and opened her mouth wide, and caught his come on her tongue and cheeks and chin.

The guy left the stage to cheers and applause. Tracy started to wipe her face with her fingers, but Sugar stopped her and leaned forward to lick the gooey mess off her cheeks and chin. The approval from the audience grew even louder. Tracy felt a hand behind her, caressing her naked bottom. Startled, she looked over her shoulder. Behind her and Sugar two guys were kneeling on the stage wearing only socks and Tri-X sweatshirts. They both had impressive erections.

Sugar smiled at Tracy’s startled expression. “Just go with the flow, sweetie,” she said. “It’s all part of the show.”

Tracy looked up and saw Sloan next to her. “Do it, Tracy,” he said. “Tilt your ass up and let that big dick slide in your cunt. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Every nerve ending in Tracy’s body was alive with sexual excitement. Between her legs, her dripping pussy was thrumming with need. She looked up at Sloan with lust-glazed eyes and whispered, “Yes, it’s what I want.”

“What did you say, Tracy?” he said. “What is it you want?”

“To get fucked,” she said. “I want somebody to fuck me.”

Sloan gave her a satisfied smile. “Very good, Tracy. There are a lot of horny Tri-X members here tonight. How many do you want to fuck, Tracy? All of them?” Tracy stared at Sloan, completely submissive. She felt totally wanton, all inhibitions abandoned to the pleasure of sex, willing to do whatever Sloan wanted her to do. “How many, Tracy? All of them?”

“Yes, all of them,” she said as the guy behind her slid his cock in her pussy. “I want to fuck all of them.”

As the guy’s cock slid in deep, Tracy lifted her bottom to give Sloan a better angle, then looked over at Sugar, who was sucking on one cock while another was being shoved in her from behind. She turned back to Sloan, gave him a sly grin and said, “I might have to let Sugar fuck a few of them. Would that be okay?”

He laughed, then stood up and stepped off the stage, making room for another fraternity guy, completely naked except for a ball cap. Tracy leaned forward and took his dick in her mouth. She tried to coordinate her sucking with the rhythm of the guy fucking her from behind. After several minutes she felt both guys coming, their hands grasping her hips and head as they did, filling her mouth and pussy at the same time. The sensation of the guys’ simultaneous orgasms ignited Tracy’s climax. A wave of bliss flooded through her.

Two hours later Tracy had lost count of how many fraternity guys she had fucked. Twice she and Sugar were left alone onstage to entertain the crowd with another session of wild pussy-licking lesbian sex, which they performed with total abandon. Then the frat guys lined up again, their grinning faces and grasping hands and rigid, thrusting cocks becoming such a blur that she ­almost didn’t recognize Sloan when he stepped back up on the stage.

“Having fun, Tracy?” he asked.

She was on her back, legs spread, her blonde curls matted and damp, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat and splatters of come. She looked up at Sloan and smiled. “Yes,” she whispered hoarsely, “I’m definitely having fun.”

“I think I want to fuck you now.”

“I was hoping you would.”

“Get up for a moment,” he said. “I want you to sit on me.”

Tracy rolled to her side and stood up. Sloan lay down on his back. “Now straddled me,” he said. “Squat down and sit on me.” She stepped across his waist, straddling his groin. “No,” he said, “face the other way.” She turned so she was facing his feet. “Now squat down. Slowly.”

Tracy began to lower herself toward his cock. When the tip touched her pussy, Sloan grabbed her hips and stopped her. “No,” he said, moving her forward a bit. “In your ass. I want to fuck your tight little ass.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide. “Sloan. I’ve never done it . . . there.”

“Then this will be special,” he said, “won’t it? Now work your ass down over my cock. All of my cock. Take it deep.”

Tracy looked around and saw several guys and their dates watching her. Sugar, on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind, was also watching her. She felt Sloan’s hands on her hips urging her down. With her asshole positioned over his cock, she began to lower herself.

When the thick head pushed through her tight opening there was an intense initial pain. “Ohh God . . . damn!” she moaned. Then his cock was halfway ­in and the pain was replaced by raw pleasure. She pushed down harder, then harder still. “Ohhh God! Oh my fucking God!” Her moans became louder. Finally his cock was in her ass up to his balls. Holding her waist, he began to lift and lower her on his cock. “How is it, Tracy?” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, moving her ass up and down. “I like it. It’s good.”

After a few minutes Sloan stopped her. “Now I want you to lay back, Tracy. With your back on my chest. But keep my cock in your ass.” When she had complied, he said, “And now spread your legs so that Roger can fuck your hot pussy.”

The thought of having her ass and pussy filled with cocks at the same time almost made her come. She looked to one side. Sugar, fucking one guy while she jacked off two others, was grinning broadly at her. Then as Roger stepped forward, she looked up and gasped. His cock was huge!

“Oh . . . my . . . God!” she moaned as he slid his cock deep in her pussy. It was now separated from Sloan’s cock by just her thin membrane.

“How is it, Tracy?” Sloan said. “Do you like having your ass and cunt full of cock at the same time?”

“Yes,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath. “I like it! It feels . . . fucking . . . incredible!”

While Sloan and Roger fucked her harder and faster, she lay back against Sloan’s chest. Looking up, she saw several more guys surrounding her, their cocks erect and ready. She reached out and took a cock in each hand. Then she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Almost immediately a guy slid his cock over her tongue and in her throat.

Sexually pleasuring five guys all at the same time, while being watched by an enthusiastic audience, sent Tracy over the edge into a mind-blowing ­orgasm, so intense that she felt her pussy would explode. She screamed, her hips jerking in involuntary spasms on the cocks in her pussy and ass. Her orgasm triggered both Sloan’s and Roger’s. They cried out and groaned as waves of pleasure flooded through them like liquid heat. The guy fucking Tracy’s mouth also began to come, and she had to swallow quickly to keep from choking on the thick stream of semen squirting in her throat.

Finally their orgasms began to subside, and Tracy slid out from between the guys. Their triple mutual orgasms seemed to signal the end of the orgy. The Tri-X members and their dates began to drift away. Tracy rolled over and collapsed exhausted on the stage, eyes closed against the bright spotlight. Someone finally turned off the light and turned down the music.

Roger and Sloan lifted themselves from the pedestal and disappeared. Tracy lay in a sated stupor, come dripping from her ass and pussy and splattered all over her face and body. After a moment Sloan returned. “Look, Tracy, I’ve got something for you.” He held up a black T-shirt with white lettering. She read the message and giggled. “greek bitches take it in the ASS.”

“I’ll wear it proudly,” she said with a smile. She looked to her side. Sugar was laying next to her in a well-fucked stupor that matched her own.

She reached over and grasped the girl’s hand. “How many did you fuck?”

Sugar smiled. “All of them. You?”

“Me too,” Tracy said, with a contented sigh. “I think I fucked all of them too.” She paused for a moment, then said, “Your dom, Roger, he’s hung like a fucking horse.”

Sugar giggled. “I know. Believe me, I know.”

They lay quietly for a moment. Then Tracy said, “So I guess now I can be officially considered a Tri-X sub-slut.” She looked over at Sloan, who was leaning back in a club chair with his eyes closed.

“I would say so,” Sugar said. “If you like your dom, it’s not a bad thing to be.” She sat up and unbuckled her cuffs and studded collar, then handed them to Tracy. “Congratulations, you now belong to a very small and very select sorority.”

Tracy was moved by the gesture. “Oh, why thank you, Sugar. These are crazy sexy.”

“Useful too. You’ll find that out when Sloan introduces you to the dungeon.”

Tracy’s eyes opened wide. “The dungeon?”

“Yes, the dungeon, in the basement. I know you’ll enjoy it.”

Tracy lay still, imagining the possibilities, then said, “If Roger is your dom and Sloan is mine, who does Spice ­belong to?”

Sugar gave Tracy a curious stare. “Who?” she asked.

“Spice,” Tracy said. “The girl that was supposed to do the girl-girl show with you. The girl that got arrested. I ­assume she’s a Tri-X sub-slut too.”

Sugar furrowed her brow. “Sweetie, I don’t have a clue who you’re talking about. Roger told me you were the girl we were training tonight. I don’t know anyone named Spice.

“Son of a bitch,” Tracy muttered, sitting up. She glanced over at Sloan, her eyes blazing. He was still laying back on the club chair with his eyes closed, but now he was smiling.

“You prick!” she said, causing his smile to widen even more. She picked up the T-shirt, wadded it into a ball and started to throw at him, but stopped herself. Maybe he and Roger had tricked her into sharing the stage with Sugar in a gang-bang orgy, but hadn’t she enjoyed it as much as every one of the guys she’d fucked?

Tracy held up the T-shirt and read the message again. Greek bitches do take it in the ass, she thought. And like it very much! Instead of tossing the shirt to Sloan, she put it on. It was a perfect fit, showcasing her amazing tits and pebble-hard nipples. It would be the ideal thing to wear in a couple of weeks to the next Tri-X orgy. And of course, she would have to accessorize the shirt with her bitchin’ new cuffs and studded collar.•

Charles Graves