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Hot College Threesome Ch. 01

By: engine1844



Toward the end of my junior year at college I was going out with this hot chick from South Carolina; her name was Michelle. She was a real knockout, probably the best-looking girlfriend I had had up to that date. She stood about 5'10, which was two inches shorter than me, and had long black hair, a perfect curved body, stunning face with hot full lips. To give you a picture, think maybe Monica Bellucci with her hair down :) Perfect breasts, perfect ass, not too big or small, firm because of regular visits to the gym, and tan because of the tanning salon...no tan lines, which drove me just wild. She was a real fox too...always liked to show off when we went out, and I thought the way she walked, talked, and held herself up were just the sexiest.

Other guys envied me for it, and they should have, because there was nothing I loved doing more than putting it to her; she turned me on so much, we fucked four times a day during some weekends. I loved to throw her around in bed in her dorm room and plug her hot pussy and ass for hours; I don't know where she learned to move that ass, but jamming my seven-inch cock in her pussy from behind while squeezing her tits was just the best as she backed up on my dick and rode it like crazy. She liked it fast, hot, and wild, even rough sometimes, and loved to talk dirty while we did it. We actually were not really using condoms anymore, because she was on the pill, we were both healthy, and it felt so much better without them. She was willing to try just about anything, and we did; for my birthday that spring, she fulfilled one of my fantasies to the max, and I got to fuck both her and her hot best friend and roommate Jenna for a whole night non-stop. Needless to say, it was much better than I had imagined... 

Well, her birthday is actually really close to mine, only two weeks later, and she asked me for a favor in turn. You can guess what it is...that I do the same for her that she did for me. Michelle wanted a threesome with me--and another guy. I was sort of reluctant at first, but I couldn't really refuse and still be fair...and anyway, she was so hot, she had enough power over me to convince me into anything, and we both knew it. So I decided to go along with it. Little did I know what sorts of things this would lead to...anyway, though, as I said, I agreed, and we spent the week leading to her birthday in April trying to decide who the lucky guy was going to be. We even went to a night-club to look around! Mostly, we looked through our friends and acquaintances. Problem was, 'chelle just wasn't interested in any of my friends; finally she set her sights on this guy Brad on my swimming team. I tried to convince her against it, but it was clear she had made up her mind. This really pissed me off at first... 

First, let me tell you something about myself; like I said, my name's Dave, and I was 20 when all this happened. It was my third year, and I was on the swimming team, which at my school was a pretty big deal. I was pretty serious about it too, and I was hoping to become team captain next year. My specialty was the butterfly; and so my body was slightly beefier and more muscular than your typical freestyle swimmer's. I stood about six foot tall, pretty well defined (though with the swimmer's microscopic layer of fatty tissue for buoyancy), dark brown hair, blue eyes. I guess girls found me pretty good-looking, because I never had trouble in that field. Together with Brad, I was probably the best swimmer in my class; and so we were actually competing for the top captain spot. I'm sure Michelle chose him just to tease me...it's not that Brad and I hated each other or anything, but we did engage in light banter and stuff, just the usual laid-back, mildly stand-offish things you'd expect between two guys our age competing for an athletic spot. I'm sure, though, that Michelle's decision wasn't entirely based on her desire to spice things up by choosing a sports competitor; I could see what made her choose Brad, and I guess I sort of resented him for it. 

Brad was just a hair's breadth taller than me, at about 6'1 or 6'2 at most, and had about five to ten pounds of muscle on me too. In contrast to my (and Michelle's) dark hair, he had blonde hair. He also had amazing muscle definition--unusual for a swimmer--and you could see practically every muscle in his body when he moved. Brad had a handsome, boyish face...think Kip Pardue or Casper Van Dien, a tan, and was just an all-around SoCal hunk. He also had an attitude, and I guess this was part of his way with girls, and in fact in our freshman year he had briefly dated (i.e. fucked) Jenna, Michelle's best friend, who I also had for my birthday about two weeks before this whole thing happened. I guess Michelle must have heard something about his skills in bed from her friend, and maybe knew through her friend what I and all my teammates could see during practice and in the showers--that Brad was hung big-time. I mean, I was certainly not bad myself, but I have to admit it, Brad's cock was bigger than mine, and it was pretty thick too. He really liked to rub this in sometimes, of course as a joke, especially whenever he did better than me in practice, and we both found it funny and bantered around. As I said, things were competitive, but neither one of us was an asshole or anything. 

Anyway, it was getting close to Michelle's birthday, and she convinced me to speak with Brad, so he could join us for her special night :) I kept putting it off until it got to Friday, and it was my last chance to speak to him before Saturday, which was the chosen day. I didn't really get a good chance to do it all that week, and you can imagine it was sort of awkward...I mean, Brad and I weren't really friends or anything, just acquaintances and teammates. Finally, Friday afternoon, after showers, I got Brad alone in the locker room, while the other guys had left or were heading out. It had been a difficult practice, and we were both taking it slow; in fact he had topped me quite badly that day in practice. Actually, come to think of it, I had lagged behind him the whole week, and I was starting to get worried about the captain spot, which would be chosen soon. Brad and I had been pretty even the whole year, but over the past week, he had surged ahead, and I knew I'd have to work twice as hard the coming week. So anyway, I went up to him and we were chatting and bantering like usual, when I explained to him my situation and request. It was actually easier than I had thought, Brad was a pretty laid-back guy and knew how to put people at ease. 

"Sure thing, Dave, let's show your chick a hot time tomorrow...team all the way!" We both laughed. "Why not the whole team," he asked in jest. I had a picture in my mind of Michelle and me and the whole team on her...she certainly had the appetite for it. 

"I think she just wants it intimate and special for tomorrow," I winked, and he laid his hand on my shoulder. 

"Yeah, well bro, she's going to get the Brad special of the day," he said, cupping the impressive bulge in his boxers. "You know I always thought Michelle was a total hottie, dude; was gonna wait 'till next year to boff her tho," he winked and nudged me. "Captain's privilege and all that. Guess you just couldn't wait," he continued, smiling.

"Yeah, just make sure to wear clean underwear tomorrow," I released myself from his friendly, if slightly patronizing arm, "You're certainly gonna shit your pants when coach names me the captain in May." We shared a chuckle. 

"Keep dreaming, dude," he continued and lightly slapped my ass, "and as for tomorrow, you can bet on clean undies; you're gonna be cleaning my spunk off your girl's sheets for weeks to come anyway, bro, so..." We both giggled and I smacked his back with my dry towel. We actually got along really well for the rest of the day, and went out for a beer. We ended up talking, and I realized Brad is actually a pretty cool guy. He did ask me about how come I chose him for the birthday bash the next day...I mean we didn't really hang before this, right? Was it just that I only wanted her to get the best performance possible, he winked? I was sort of embarrassed to answer the question, but I told him it was Michelle's idea; he got this smug look on his face and then dropped it. We chilled well into the night, and then we were getting tired, and it was time to go. 

"Alright dude," Brad said, "see you and...uh...have a good nap tonight, you'll need it. I've done this before, and the other guy usually can't keep up with me," and he shot me this cocky grin. I yawned, pretending not to care, and we exchanged byes; but seeing Brad strut out of the bar, his back muscles playing under his t-shirt, I was sort of anxious. Not a lot, just a little; I mean, this guy was 100% hunk stud, I was sure he could fuck like a machine. I mean he said he'd done this before, and I could see why; I'm sure it was always the girl's request over her boyfriend's reluctance. But my dick also twitched a little, and I was excited and looking forward to the next day. I didn't really know what to expect. 

Brad got to my place Saturday around 11 at night. Michelle and I decided to have our "party" at my place, because I had a decent one-bedroom apartment all to myself, as my parents were pretty well-off. I had invited Michelle to live with me, but mostly she just ended up sleeping over most nights of the week, when it was convenient. Tonight she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that exposed her tan arms, chest, and part of her firm back; her breasts pressed up against the front, and the dress ended mid-thigh, showing off her long, gorgeous legs. We had already had a couple of drinks by the time Brad rang the bell. When he came in, for the first hour or so it was just like a regular get-together and we were just doing small-talk; I was a little miffed at some of Brad's attitude, which had come back again, pretty strong. Like for example he was telling me all night what drinks to fix for him while he got to know Michelle, and one time he even told me to go to his car to get some pot he'd forgotten. 

Michelle seemed to be having a blast watching all this. He was still cool for the most part, but sometimes he was just fucking rude and acted like he owned the place, with his typical bad-ass surfer 'tude; though I guess technically, he _was_ doing us a favor, even if I didn't see it like that--I mean most guys would kill for a night with 'chelle. Anyway, we smoked up a little, but not enough to get totally high, and had a few drinks, but not enough to be drunk. We were actually getting along pretty well, and like I said, Brad knew how to put people at ease; he and Michelle didn't really know each other, so we spent the first two hours or so of the night just getting comfortable. Then around 1, Michelle went to the bathroom. 

"Hey Dave..." Brad shot me this devilish grin. "Let's take our clothes off man...we'll wait for 'chelle in our boxers, she's gonna be totally into it." I thought it was a good idea, and we both stripped to our boxers. Brad was wearing white boxer briefs that really stood out against his tan body; I admired his rippling muscles for a few seconds. I had pretty good mass and definition too, just not like Brad. My dick twitched again, and I realized Brad's body was sort of turning me on; in fact, I had gotten a little thrill the whole night out of his bad-boy attitude, and now I realized I was looking forward to what was coming next. 

Hot College Threesome Ch. 02



When Michelle came back into the living room she let out an appreciative moan. 

"Boys..." she smiled, "don't start without me..." 

But instead of getting on the couch Michelle sat on the floor with her back on the couch. Then she shot us both seductive looks, 

"It's been a long day..." she cooed, "...I think I need a massage; why don't you guys get to work," she smiled, and laid her long hair on the front of her shoulder, so that her luscious tan back was exposed. 

Just the sight of her shoulders was enough to get me totally hard. Brad and I got a bottle of baby oil, and poured it on her shoulders. I got her left and he got her right. Michelle started moaning right away. Brad took the initiative and unzipped the back of her dress; Michelle's tan, firm and feminine body stood out against the dazzling white of her dress, and now most of her back was exposed. Pretty soon it was shining with oil; 

"Boys...you guys should start a masseuse class," she said, smiling, and eyes half-closed.

Pretty soon her dress was crumpled and folded around her waist, as we spread the baby oil on her firm breasts and fit stomach, and massaged. Both Brad and I were sporting major wood in our boxers; we started licking Michelle's nipples, I got her left, and Brad got her right. All of a sudden Michelle grasped our cocks through the boxers and started massaging us in turn; I gasped, and Michelle and Brad shared a chuckle. 

"Getting excited Dave," Michelle shot me a seductive look that almost had me cumming in her hand. I started nuzzling and biting lightly at her neck, while Brad did the same for her shoulder. Michelle was slowly jacking us off and made small moans of pleasure. I could see, in the mirror of the far side of the living room, that my and Brad's bodies were slightly covered in the oil too now, which made things so much hotter; Brad's tan muscles looked awesome oiled as he kissed and carressed Michelle's shoulder. Looking at him, I realized he had yet again taken the initiative and was already fingering Michelle's pussy. This was the reason she had started to moan much louder. I was a bit worried now about what he had said the day before...that it would be hard to keep up with him; but the whole thing was turning me on too, so I decided just to go with it and have fun. 

The feeling of Michelle's fingers and nails slowly pumping my meat was turning me totally hot, and I figured it was the same for Brad. Soon Michelle turned to me and gave me a full-mouth kiss, and we wrestled tongue for a while. Then she turned to Brad and did the same with him; through this he kept fingering her pussy expertly with two fingers, so she got really into kissing him. She bit at his lower lip in total heat, and then they licked each other tongues for a while.

Seeing my girlfriend open-mouth kiss with another guy was really turning me on for some reason, and more so since the other guy was Brad. Michelle soon turned and gave me the same open-mouth treatment, and I felt her tongue tickle mine. Like I said, I was about to burst throughout this whole episode, and only by really making an effort was I able to control myself. I wanted this to last. There was techno music lightly playing in the background, and the lights were dim, so it was perfect.

Soon, however, Michelle started spreading the oil on our bodies and she licked my chest and stomach, and also Brad's. She was really getting into having two guys at her disposal. The sight of her sharp, beautiful tongue licking and tickling Brad's muscular pecs and the ridges of his oiled abs almost had me shooting again...I would have if her hand was still on my cock, but now she was using each hand to lower our boxers. She downright gasped when Brad's thick monster sprang up and slapped his hard abs with a sound. Soon our boxers were at our knees, which is also where Michelle's dress ended up, we had totally undressed her; Brad had basically ripped off her sexy thong panties.

Michelle grabbed my cock, but did not jack it (I would have come if she had) while she licked the tip of Brad's huge dick. Pretty soon she was licking the thick, vertical shaft up and down as Brad lay back against the couch, a look of pleasure and ecstasy in his face. His oiled, muscled chest was heaving as he felt Michelle's lush mouth worship and tease his cock. Brad lay one muscular arm on the couch, while he rested the other one lightly on the back of Michelle's neck.

Soon Michelle, looking straight into Brad's eyes, engulfed the head of his great cock in her hot mouth; I could see a smug look of total pleasure in Brad as he looked into my girlfriend's eye while she was taking his cock in her mouth. Seeing the girl I had gone out with for the past few months go down on this oiled, muscular hunk who was my main competitor on the swimming team really got me charged and hot for some reason, and I was about to come, so I released myself from Michelle's grip. This allowed her to use both hands to explore Brad's oily, defined abs and muscular thighs and ass.

I could see she was really getting turned on and getting into sucking Brad's dick. Now I only had a view of her from behind, so I could see her perfect tan ass and her long black hair bobbing up and down in front of Brad's awesome eight-pack. I was surprised, and flattered, when Michelle yanked herself away from his hips and lunged to mine. She took my cock in her mouth at once, almost to the root, and I could feel her hot tongue swirling around the shaft.

I moaned and also fell with my back to an armchair. The feeling of Michelle's mouth on my cock as she explored my oily, fit body with her hands and nails was driving me crazy; I could see Brad in front smiling back at me like a fox, but friendly. His light blond hair, which stood out yellow against his tan body was slightly wet with sweat now, and sticking to his forehead.

"Feel good, man?" he asked me, smiling. 

"Ogh...fuck yah..." I moaned as I snapped my head back. 

I was even about to come, but Brad's voice reminded Michelle that we had a guest here, with a hot cock to boot, so she stopped making love to mine and lunged back at his. Her oily, tan, firm body, with a great full, but firm ass and breasts looked the best I could ever remember at this point. Brad and I had moved closer, and he had a hand around my shoulder, and for the next few minutes Michelle went back and forth from his cock to mine. She really had to adjust her lips to take in the full girth of his thick cock, and I was surprised and totally hot to see she was able to do that. Also, Brad had started to carress my shoulder with the tips of his fingers, and that was driving me almost over the edge too.

I was in total ecstasy; he had a slight smile of satisfaction on his face as he looked at Michelle engulf his cock. Michelle, I noticed, though in a haze, I was so turned on, was spending a lot more time in the intervals she was going down on Brad than on me. Pretty soon, he had grabbed the back of her head and was pumping her mouth up and down on his long, thick, hot cock. Michelle, I could see, was making every effort to oblige and deep-throated him to the max, slightly gagging and chocking on the head of his battering ram.

She looked up, wide eyed, to his face, and he looked back at her with a smug sense of pleasure, and this totally turned me on. I was pretty close, only inches away from Michelle's face, and I didn't know what to make of it when Brad released my shoulder and in fact even pushed me away a bit with the side of his strong forearm. Then he used his now-free hand, to join the other one on the back of Michelle's head, and pump her two-handed down on his powerful tool. Michelle was going totally wild with ecstasy while sucking Brad's cock, I could see, and hand her hands running everywhere on his body, feeling his oily, rippling muscles.

I was left pretty much on the side, and starting jacking off, but slow. It was totally driving me hot for some weird reason to see Michelle, the girl I basically lived with, go down on my cocky rival for the swimming team. And it also turned me on that he was moving in, taking over, that he had pushed me away...this drove me way hot, and I didn't understand why...I mean, I knew I SHOULD have gone behind her and taken her pussy now, but somehow I remained paralyzed watching her take the full length of Brad's cock over and over again. Pretty soon Brad was about to come, I could see, his body was getting tense; so he took 'chelle's head off his thick cock, with a pop. Strands of spit were running from her lips to the tip of Brad's dick, and his shaft glistened with her saliva.

"Fuckk...." Brad said softly, looking down at her..."lick my balls, Michelle," he told her, and she did. While Michelle was licking and sucking wildly at Brad's balls, he was still looking slightly down at her, and said, 

"Ogh, fuck man...I can see why you like this bitch...fuuuck...she's a fucking expert at giving head, dude...had to stop before I shot down your girl's throat, Dave...wanna make this last...oh yeah," he said, slightly smiling. Soon though Brad, raised Michelle up by the back of her head and kissed her deeply. I could see his tongue must have been like halfway down her throat. Michelle was totally covered in oil and sweat, and I could see things were getting pretty hot...she ran her hands all over his body, feeling the muscles on his back and ass. Then Brad took her by her armpits and even sort of threw her lightly on the couch. I could see from behind now as Brad stood up and then lay over Michelle's sprawled body.

Then it happened; Brad pinned down Michelle's hands, with his left hand, on the backrest of the couch and used his powerful, muscled tan thighs to spread her legs. I saw his tight muscle-ass descend and contract as he used his right hand to guide his cock into my girlfriend's hot pussy. Michelle at this point surprised and shocked me with a loud screech.

"Oohhh faack, Brad! Your cock's so fuckin' huge!" Brad said nothing as he worked in more of his cock, stretching Michelle's pussy more than it had ever been. Michelle now moaned and screamed incoherently in pain and pleasure; she kept exclaiming, 

"Brad, your fuckin' cock's so THICK!!!" I even thought she might be in pain or trouble, but she made no effort to stop him, and I was just getting too turned on watching Brad fill my girlfriend with his huge cock to do anything. In fact, I'm sure she was having the time of her life. I watched for a few minutes from behind as the muscles in Brad's back and ass contracted and relaxed as he gave my girl the fucking of her days; she was moaning like a bitch in heat, incoherently, and kept repeating how his cock was so huge, how he was so fucking strong.

"Fuckin' A yah Brad, take me with your giant cock....oh fuuuuck!" Michelle moaned and screeched. "That tight pussy's all yours, stud!"

Michelle liked to talk dirty, and it was getting me trembling, I was so hot to hear her talk dirty to this cocky stud. He had been right. Brad had moved in, and I couldn't keep up; I was transfixed on everything he was doing to her, the power of his awesome muscles and body taking over my girl. This threesome had become pretty much a twosome, as I was left on the side, jacking my hungry cock. But it gave a total thrill for some reason to see Brad totally rule the day like that. It was great for Michelle too, I know it, to have this stud fuck her silly while I watched helpless.

Pretty soon Michelle had a huge orgasm, basically screeching so loud I'm sure all the neighbors were on to us. Her legs were up in the air now, brushing Brad's powerful fit sides, as he grabbed her hips and slammed home into her, his hips moving fast and making loud slapping sounds as they hit hers. Brad kept goading her on throughout her orgasm....

"You gonna cum for me? Huh Michelle?" With every question he slammed harder into her, but only his hips moved, his upper body remained pretty relaxed and motionless. "You gonna cum for me in front of your boyfriend, huh?"

This is when she started screeching. Brad kept repeating "Yeah, yeah, yeah," throughout her ecstatic orgasm, but in an aggressive way that really turned me (and her) on. Michelle's orgasm would have driven any other guy over the edge, I'm sure, but Brad just kept going.though more slowly now. I actually got up to get closer and watch, but when I got close Brad pushed me away with his elbow. For some weird reason, this cocky act gave me a thrill, and I started jacking off furiously watching his thick cock go in and out of Michelle's pussy.

"Got a hot fuckin' tight cunt, ohh shit yeah..." Brad moaned. 

Michelle's total orgasm was pretty much over now, but Brad didn't stop there. For the next half hour or so, he put on a real show. He fucked Michelle bent over a couch, over a chair, and up against the living room wall. He even cock-walked her, lightly slapping her firm ass, to the kitchen and gave her a good fuck in front of the sink while she watched, in the mirror in front of them, his handsome face and body go at her from behind.

Meanwhile, I was still standing, watching, slowly jerking myself off. Brad's power and masculinity were amazing, and I just felt privileged to watch him. That hour it was like he taught me a real lesson about how to fuck a girl---my girl, in this case. I even think Michelle caught my eye in the kitchen sink mirror and smiled at me wickedly. She was totally getting off on being ravaged like that in front of me, while I watched with my dick in my hand.

Brad eventually came into her hot pussy while he had her pinned in the air to the wall of our bedroom, where the fuck marathon had taken them. Michelle was a total mess, sweaty and oiled, and I could see his ass muscles contract as he pumped my girlfriend's hot pussy with loads of cum. All the while Michelle was screeching through another one of the many orgasms she had that night, the biggest one yet this time:

"Fill me with your hot cum Brad! OOoh fuck yeah, fuckin' take that pussy with your cock, stud!!" she moaned and yelled on incoherently.

This continued for more than a minute as he spurted up her insides again and again. Then they full-mouthed kissed for a little while, and then, still with his cock inside her, Brad, still basically carrying her, threw her down on our bed, a total mess, and slowly took his thick tool out of her hungry pussy. I looked at Michelle...it looked basically like she was in a trance or coma of pleasure, laying back, eyes half closed, sweaty, oiled, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile on her face. Sex with Michelle and I had always been hot, even wild, but I had never been able to satisfy her like this; it took Brad to bring her to this level, and the thought that my rival had so totally cock-blocked me in this threesome and showed her a better time than I ever could, was totally driving me hot, and I didn't know what to do.

Brad stood up in front of the bed where he had thrown the totally-fucked Michelle--our bed--and stretched, showing off his oiled unbelievable defined muscles. His dick was still hard and he looked totally amazing; his face was slightly flushed, though it was not completely red, because he was tan; his hair was pretty sweaty, and sticking to his forehead. He smiled at me.

"Enjoy the show, Dave?" He smiled. "Told you wouldn't be able to keep up, babe," he smirked, and walked by me, slapping my ass.

My cock twitched when he did this. Brad went to the corner of the bedroom, where he slightly wiped his face off with one of my shirts. I was still transfixed looking at his muscles. Brad turned around, a cocky, smug grin still playing on his boyish, handsome face. 

"So'd you like to see me fuck your girl silly dude?" I looked back at him, totally in heat, not knowing what to say. I was sort of embarassed by the question though. 

"Looks like you did," he answered his own question, and smacked the tip of my cock with two fingers from his right hand. "Your dick says it all, bro..." 

My cock just about burst when he touched me. Then I noticed he was looking at Michelle again. I looked at her too...she was in the same condition.

"Looks like she's worn out, man," said Brad. "Too bad..." 

He looked down at his thick cock, still rigid and demanding. It was still covered with Michelle's pussy juices, and the thought of what he had just done to her totally thrilled me again. 

"...Who's gonna take care of this?" He smiled, suggestively at me.

It was clear what he meant. At this point, I sort of panicked... 

"Uhm...I don't know what you're saying Brad..." I was speaking with pauses and stops, I was still so turned on. "...I mean...I don't do that, I'm not gay..."

He smirked at me and walked by. I thought he had dropped the whole thing, but in fact as he was walking by, he grabbed my wrist, and led me toward and armchair. It was easy for him to lead me like that, more like a rag doll, since I was still weak and limp from being so turned-on. Brad sat confidently smiling down on my armchair, still holding on to my wrist, legs spread open. Then he applied so much pressure to my wrist that it got really painful, and I ended up kneeling right in front of him. I had an inkling of where all this was going.

"Suck my dick, man," said Brad, casually, but with a slight tone of command in his voice. I hesitated. "Come on Dave....don't be such a pussy...this is a threesome, right? You've been on the sidelines all night, dude, this is not a spectator sport..." he grinned again, and his friendly smile put me at ease. "Gotta join in, right Dave?"

I looked at his still-hard spearhead cock, still glistening with Michelle's juices. It got me totally hot. I was still reluctant...I mean...I wasn't gay, right? I didn't suck cock. 

"Fuck it, Dave, just do it, man...look..." he grabbed the base of his cock and waved the head close to my face, "it's even got your girl's hot pussy-spit on it, it will make it easier for you," he smiled. "You've eaten 'chelle out before, right dude?" I nodded to him. "You can even just start by licking it," he said.

Then, with a hand still applying pressure to my wrist, and the other on the back of my head, Brad, pushed me closer to his cock. The heat coming from that monster battering-ram was amazing. Getting so close to it, I was totally consumed with lust, and I dropped all my inhibitions: I couldn't control myself...I wanted Brad's hot cock! I started licking the shaft up and down like a dog in heat...the feel was strange. Brad's cock was soft, the skin smooth, but all hard...like the rest of his awesome, muscular body. The taste of Michelle's pussy was driving me crazy too, and also the idea of where this cock had just been and what it had just done. Meanwhile, Brad was talking down to me, 

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it dude...do it Dave, do it...lick my cock, dicklicker...fuck I knew you'd totally be into this dude, from the time I saw you checkin' me out in the showers...just had to take you out of your shell, dicklicker, and knew you'd be all over my big meat..."

Brad kept teasing me like that, but I didn't care; in fact it even turned me on more, if that was possible. I was totally into his cock now, and didn't even think as I engulfed the head in my mouth. Slowly, I ended up kissing more and more of Brad's amazing, powerful cock over the next few minutes. Pretty soon, my lips were spread so wide my jaws hurt, and I felt the head poke at the entrance to my throat. I almost started to gag, but Brad used the grip he had on my head to push me down further on his cock. I started choking, and tried to push off against his muscular thighs; but they were like rocks, and I couldn't budge him. I was choking.

"FUCK! AWESOME!" Brad exclaimed. "Nothin' like breaking through a fag's throat for the first time!"

It sort of shocked me that Brad had called me that, but like I said, his talking down to me was turning me on even more.




Hot College Threesome Ch. 02



"Choke on my big meat, cocksucker!" Brad released me though just as I was starting to get desperate. I thought I'd even pass out. Brad fucked my face for the next few minutes, bobbing my head up and down like a toy on his manly cock. The girth of his hot dick felt amazing going in and out of my mouth, battering my throat. At one point he ordered me to cover my teeth with my lips; I wasted no time in complying. I was not exactly in a position to resist at this point: my main rival on the swimming team was clearly stronger than I was, had just driven home the point driving my girl over the edge like I never could, and now had my mouth stretched around his cock, his cockhead down my throat, and was calling me his personal little cocksucker. I got SUCH a fucking thrill out of this though...it seemed so perverted, wicked, degrading, but exciting too for all this to happen...I got a hint of what Michelle must have experienced, and my cock almost burst without touching myself.

Little did I know this was just the start of where Brad would decide to take us tonight. Pretty soon Brad released his grip on the back of my head and lay back on my armchair, resting his hands behind his head. I did not pull off his cock, but now willingly and on my own continued bobbing my head up and down its powerful, scorching hot length, hoping to give this dominant stud as much pleasure as I could...he deserved it, I felt. I looked slowly up the square ridge of his powerful abs, past his slowly expanding and contracting massive swimmer's chest, onto his handsome face, and then our eyes met. I could see he clearly liked the sight of me giving him head, and had a look of complete power and pleasure in his face.

He looked like he owned the place, and I nearly shot myself again, thinking what this whole scene must have looked like to one of my teammates or the coach: this smug jock I was supposed to be competing against, lying on armchair with his hands behind his head, comfortable, in my bedroom, with my freshly-totally-fucked girlfriend in my bed, while I was going down on him.

In a way, I felt like I wanted to get up, beat him up, and make him suck ME; but in another way, I felt like I just wanted this to go on...in fact I sort of knew I couldn't take him even if I wanted to. I felt the hard, relentless oiled muscles in his abs and powerful thighs and I knew who was boss in this room. Soon Brad ordered me to stop. I obeyed and looked up into his handsome face, the head of his cock only about an inch away from my mouth, and the shaft totally covered in my spit.

"Open your mouth," he said, curtly. I did. "Stick out your tongue." I did this too. Brad proceeded to beat the head of his cock on my tongue. The only sounds in the room were the slapping wet sounds of his dick slamming on my tongue again and again. Then Brad beat my face a few times with his hard cock and told me to stand up. As I did, I got a view of the bed, and noticed that Michelle was no longer in her ecstatic stupor. In fact she was resting on her haunches now and supporting herself with one hand, while she rubbed her clit with the other. Clearly, she was getting totally turned on by what Brad had just forced me to do. She had a wicked, hot look in her eye.

"Mmmm..." she cooed..."that's so fuckin' BAD, Brad," she said. "How's a real man's cock taste, Dave?" she asked me, smiling, but sort of teasing.

She was playing along with the whole thing, and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to just jack off right now on her or in her. Brad, however, had other plans for the night. I felt Brad stand up. Before I could turn, he had grabbed me by my armpits, and he pushed me to the bed. I could feel his oily muscles and heat behind me. I also felt the tips of his nipples scrape against my back. Michelle smiled and retreated to the far end of the bed to give us space, because Brad sort of just unceremoniously pushed me on my own bed. I was still standing on the floor but I was bent over, and my chest and stomach were on the bed.

SLAP! SLAP! I suddenly felt two loud slaps on my ass and yelped. Michelle giggled, putting her hand to her mouth, and I heard a chuckle from Brad too.

"Raise your ass up in the air, cocksucker," said Brad. I actually got a thrill from this scene, and I thought he was going to spank me some more, so I did. "Gonna teach you some hot team discipline, dicklicker," said Brad, in a joking sort of way.

I even giggled for a second. This was turning into a fun game, I thought. However, I soon felt Brad's strong hands get a vicelike grasp on my wrists, which were now on the bed, and he rested his elbows, quite painfully, on my forearms. I also felt his powerful thighs on my hamstrings, and his knees spread my own knees pretty far. Before I could even make the connection, I felt the tip of Brad's cock move up and down my ass-crack. All of a sudden I panicked, genuinely, and I could see Michelle get a blast from my reaction. I did not expect that Brad would want to fuck me, and now I thought this was taking it too far. I mean, I enjoyed the rest of the things we had done tonight, in a sick way I thought, and it was playful and everything, but this would be the real thing. Brad would mount me and drive his cock up my ass, and I'd end up literally fucked by my competitor on my own bed. This was not something I was planning on, and not something I wanted to happen.

"Hey Brad..." I said, "alright dude...very funny...you can stop now..." But Brad just found the entrance to my hole and started applying a bit of pressure. He was actually going to do it!

"Yo Brad man...fuckin' stop, this isn't funny...we've done enough..." Brad chuckled and I felt the heat of his breath on the back of my neck.

"It's never enough Dave...besides, you've already become my cocksucker, why not take the next step," he giggled again, and so did Michelle. I couldn't believe the girl I had gone out with for the past few months, and who had been so devoted to me, was now watching amused as I was about to be penetrated on my own bed.

"Anyway," Brad continued, like it was all a big joke, "this is a threesome, and...uhm...you have to participate," at this they both giggled. "And it's Michelle's night anyway," Brad continued. Though it looked a lot more like Brad's night now. "And...uhm..." he giggled, "it all depends on what she wants, right? So..." he looked at Michelle, "what will it be, babe? Wanna watch your bf here become a total bitch to me tonight or what?"

I knew the cause was lost when I looked up in Michelle's eyes. That wicked, mocking look was still there...she was having a blast watching this whole show.

"Fuck the shit out of him, Brad," she said, smiling wickedly. "Show him what it's like to get stud-fucked."

Michelle ran a nail across my lips as she said this. I started to struggle, but Brad's hot muscle body was like a weight of marble on top of me, and wouldn't budge. I realized I was still hard, and the feel of Brad's body on top of mine was wild...was I enjoying this? Brad wasted no time in drving the head of his cock through my ass in one powerful thrust. The pain and shock took my breath away...in fact I think I may have passed out for a second or two.

"Yeah!!" screamed Michelle, and clapped. "Take that ass, stud!" Brad single-mindedly worked his gigantic tool up my ass inch by inch. I felt I was getting split in half as he drove in the unbelievable girth of his cock. Brad was biting and licking at the back of my neck; there was something about the feel of his cock coming up my ass that was in a way incredibly unbelievable and erotic. But I was in too much pain...

"Brad," I pleaded unconvincingly, "please dude...stop...it hurts! FUCK! It hurts, please stop...." Michelle giggled. 

"Don't worry about the pain, bro," said Brad. "It's gonna stop soon...besides....you like it," said Brad as he really slowly invaded my ass with his cock. "I've taken girls up the ass before, and I know you'll love it...you're hard right now, see?" 

I gasped as he groped my rock-hard dick a little. He was right. He continued. 

"I'm sure you've done this with Michelle before..." Michelle giggled, 

"Right Dave," she said in a mocking tone. "Gotta be fair," she giggled. "Here," she said and stuck two fingers in my mouth, "suck on these, it will be easier for you," she chuckled again.

I felt totally invaded by Brad, I felt he was completely taking over. I decided it was useless fighting. My body went limp...I let Brad totally dominate me...I was starting to like the idea of this, again, in that perverted way.

"That's it cocksucker," said Brad. "Give it up to me...I'm takin' your cherry all the way whether you like it or no, dude...gonna use your ass as a pussy, Dave, gonna make you my bitch, faggot...ffuuuuck...fucking tight ass, man," Brad exclaimed, the fingers of his hands now dug into my sides, as with my hands I grabbed at the sheets on my bed.

"Gonna get everything your girlfriend got and more, cunt," he said, and Michelle moaned seductively. At this point I was still in a lot of pain, but I finally felt Brad's massive thighs slam against my hamstrings, his shins brushing against my calves, and his pubes scratching my asscheeks. He had done it; Brad had me totally impaled on his cock. He had busted my cherry right in front of my girl.

"You like the feel of my cock in you, fag?" he asked, and flexed his powerful weapon inside my ass. I moaned back. "Yeeeahh..." said Brad in a sort of long way.

After this Brad wasted no time going about fucking me. He gave me a few short thrusts with his cock while his chest and hard abs still lay on top of my back. These still hurt a lot. But then he raised up and he was taking me doggy-style now, in long thrusts. Pretty soon the pain started to subside. Brad had his powerful hands fixed in a grip on my hips as he enjoyed himself long-dicking my tight, up-to-now virgin ass. This had started as a threesome, a game, and in many ways maybe it still was; but Brad must have gotten a total power-trip out of fucking his rival in front of his girlfriend like that, out of totally dominating me. I could see Michelle moaning, her breasts covered with oil, droplets of sweat everywhere, fingering her clit as she watched the much stronger guy who had given her a total fucking tonight, ram her boyfriend up the ass.

Brad's thrusts were steady and long, and I started feeling something new now...most of the pain had gone away, though there was still pain, but for the most part it felt somehow good...incredible feelings started coming from my ass now as Brad fucked me; I also loved the feel of his thighs slamming against my legs with each in-thrust. And I loved the idea, that another guy my age, whom I was competing against to be captain, was fucking me up the ass right in my bedroom, in front of my girl, after he had just fucked her. All these thoughts going through my head drove me wild, and I started desperately bucking up against this dominant jock's hips as he rammed into me.

"Fuck yeah dude," Brad said, in his sexy surfer voice. "Back that ass on my cock, bitch. Give it up, pussy! Fuckin' hot!" I was totally gone with ecstasy, moaning, sucking on Michelle's fingers as Brad fucked me and twisted my nipples. I also really liked the sudden slaps he would sometimes do on my ass with his hand, really driving me like a whore. Brad bent over me again, and I could feel his oily, hot, sweaty mounds of muscles, as he grabbed me by my midsection.

With no effort, he picked me up like the limp bitch he had made me that night and cock-walked me in front of my bedroom mirror, where he proceeded to give me a total power-fuck. At first I was bent over and could look into his smug, superior handsome face as he slammed into me. But then Brad really drove his cock up my insides and I let out a yelp of pain and pleasure. While I was totally full of Brad-dick like that, this hot stud wrapped his arms around me and drove me to the floor, until I was sitting on his cock, and he was sitting on his ass, his legs between mine, my legs spread impossibly, to accomodate this superior jock's thrusts into my ass. It was just so shocking, so perverse, and so good to have come into this position; I had in my mind our encounters in the locker room, when we had bantered man-to-man, but now this muscular blond jock had his cock totally up my ass, and had totally ruled this night. The fact that he was sometimes a rude, cocky asshole was even a plus for me in this perverted state.

Michelle had moved closer now to get a good view of my being emasculated by my main rival and her better fucker; I got a thrill like no other with my legs spread, Brad, this cocky smug jock, driving his cock into me in total victory, while grabbing my balls to emphasize his power over me, and Michelle, my girl for almost a year, whom he had just fucked into ecstasy, looking at us. Brad repeated, 

"Fuck..." thrust "yeah...." thrust "faggot..." on each thrust, slowly fucking me into submission. I saw in the mirror his powerful legs driving his thick cock up into my ass, which, as he said, he had made into a pussy for his use, and my freshly-fucked girl nearby frantically rubbing at her clit; and I saw his hand clasp around my balls; seeing all this left no doubt in anyone's mind as to who was in control in this room, and who was going to be captain of the swim team...at least at this point, the fact that he had beat me so badly in practice this week was only adding an extra perverted charge to my experience, and at this point I thought he totally deserved to be captain of the team...shit, I thought he was THE boss, period. I felt Brad pick up the pace and I could see he was getting really excited.

"Fuckin' hot ass, bitch, as good as any pussy! FUCK! Can't believe you'd let me fuck you, Dave..." He was really pistoning in and out of my ass now; it was painful, but also wonderful. He kept calling me his little bitch, his pussy, and this drove me wild. "shiiit!, fuck Dave, can't believe you'd let me stick my cock up your ass, dude, Dave, you fuckin' cunt; SHIIIT! Fuckin' you like I did your girl..."

That about did it for me. The feel of his powerful, unrelenting cock, the fact that he was grabbing my sides and driving me up and down his cock like a limp rag whore, the feel of his muscles, the sound of his young but commanding voice, all drove me over the edge. With my legs spread and my arms grabbing the chairs around me, I exploded and came without touching myself.

"Oh shit!" I moaned like a bitch, "Brad...Brad...I'm cumming from your cock, man..." This had never happened before...I guess it took Brad's fucking for it to come. Michelle also squealed, and I knew she was coming watching Brad fuck my brains out. Brad quickly took his cock out of me with a pop and stood up. Both Michelle and I lunged at his cock, licking at sucking at it with abandon, while I still shook and spurted from the orgasm Brad's fucking had given me. Brad soon erupted with victorious grunt, and beat his rock-hard cock on our faces while he came loads and loads on us. It seemed he had no limits.

Our faces were totally covered with Brad's cum; plenty of it also got in our mouths. Michelle and I kissed and snowballed Brad's cum in our mouths while he cleaned his cock in my and Michelle's hair. Then we both swallowed and fell back, totally spent, with our backs to the bed. Brad used one of my shirts to wipe his face of sweat and the rest of his cock again. The he threw it in my face and went into the bathroom. At that point, with Michelle and me fondling each other, I thought this had been a totally fun, if slightly embarassing and extreme experience, but that things would go back to normal.

This proved very naive of me. Brad spent that night over, and I spent half the night taking his huge cock up my ass all over my apartment. Michelle had a similar experience that night, as Brad's stamina never seemed to let up. Over the rest of our college experience, Michelle and I did remain boyfriend and girlfriend, but Brad had access to her pussy and mouth, and, more rarely, my ass and mouth, whenever he wanted. He was a total stud, introduced both of us to new experiences, took my ass cherry for the first time, and to top it off totally showed me in the bedroom what a pussy I was compared to him, which was actually really exciting, and gave me an awesome thrill. It was the best threesome I, or I think anyone, could have asked for.



Hot College Threesome Ch. 03



Two weeks later coach announced that Brad and I would be co-captains. I was surprised, but relieved. It was the only fair thing to do though. Brad and I were showered with congrats by the rest of the team. We were only wearing Speedos (this was at the beginning of practice) and my cock twitched, as it always did when I saw Brad naked since that night.

Nothing much had happened since; we had traded a few kinky smiles in the showers, but otherwise we hadn't repeated anything, or even talked about it. My fuck sessions with Michelle had gotten a lot hotter though, if that is possible. Sometimes in the middle of my pounding into her she goaded me on, calling me a pussy, telling me to fuck her harder, bringing up that Brad could do it so much better, and so on...I found this way hot, and it sent me over the edge every time...both of us, actually. But we hadn't done anything with Brad.

Sometimes, like I said, when I saw his smooth, tan chiseled chest, or the muscles in his back or torso, I was sort of mesmerized and it turned me on; also, I jacked off several times thinking about what he had done that night, and fantasizing about sucking him off in the showers after practice. But I didn't really think we would be doing anything much again like that.

After the rest of the team congratulated us, Brad threw his arm around me.

"Guess we both made it, huh?" he smiled and gave me a nudge. "Meet me in the showers after practice, Dave, I gotta talk to you about something."

I didn't have a chance to respond, because we immediately were asked to lead our first practice. But I had a feeling about this, and it didn't entirely make me comfortable. I mean, that was just a one-time experiment, right?

I guess as a result I was not really cooperative during practice. A few times I gave directions different from Brad's and I challenged his ideas for future practice schedules on a few different things. He shot me some nasty looks, but there wasn't a very big scene or anything. I decided to stay and see what he wanted to talk about after practice though. I was feeling good, and the rest of the team gave us another round of high-fives and congrats as they were leaving the lockers.

As soon as they left Brad just told me to come with him and walked to the showers. I felt a bit offended...I mean, I enjoyed his cocky attitude in the bedroom, but that was for 'chelle's birthday, and it was like a game...I also found it hot, though, and in fact impossible to resist following him in the showers.

He turned on his shower and got under the hot water. Not knowing what to do, I did the same. I watched the water flow down his tan, glistening biceps and chest, and the perfect ridges of his abs. His blond hair had turned slightly darker under the water. Suddenly he dropped his red Speedos to his ankles. I think I gasped when I got my first look at the cock that had fucked Michelle and me silly two weeks ago; I mean, I guess we got more than we bargained for. I could hardly walk the next day, and didn't go into practice that Monday. Brad must have seen I was staring at his cock.

"What's up, dude? Miss my cock, dicklicker?" he asked in his usual cocky surfer voice.

I looked right up at him.

"Umm...no, Brad...listen, I liked experimenting that one time, but..."

"Cut it out, dickwad!" Brad said sternly and took a step towards me. "You weren't fuckin' experimenting, dude, you called me over for a threesome, and I ended up fucking you and your girl 'till you fuckin' passed out...hell, she even got to see it when I officially made you my bitch, so don't go off talking back to me, pussy!"

I guess I sort of just froze at this point. I hadn't expected him to be so forward. I felt my dick grow, though. I was actually getting turned on by this. Brad continued,

"Anyway, I know you're fucking starving for my dick man, so listen: we may be co-captains, but _I_ say what goes, K? You don't fuckin' argue with me in public, got that, pussy?"

I just looked in his eyes and handsome face; his gaze seemed to penetrate me...then he said,

"Now get on your knees and suck my dick, bitch!"

I was already turned on. The commanding tone of his order made something snap in me and I didn't even hesitate. I got to my knees in front of Brad's magnificent muscled body. Brad's cock was already half-hard. I opened my mouth. Brad wasn't fucking around. He just dropped the head of his thick cock in my mouth and told me to start sucking. I did.

"That's it cocksucker," he said. "Show me how much you love having my dick in your mouth. Swirl that tongue; do it, dickwad."

I did, as his cock started growing. Pretty soon his cock expanded to full size, and Brad forced it down my throat. I was choking at first, but Brad didn't rest until I had him totally deep-throated.

"Eat my dick, pussyboy. Fuck! What do you think the team would say if they saw you now, Dave? Down on your knees sucking on my dick? Huh?"

Brad said this as he was firmly fucking my face now, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me by the hair on top of my head. I felt the girth of his cock spreading out my jaws impossibly. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs and hips for balance, but pretty soon I started feeling out the power of his muscles there. He was so strong...I mean, it felt like steel, like it wouldn't budge no matter what.

"Yeah, sissy, what would coach and all the other say if they saw you were my cocksucker, huh? Fuuuck, yeah, swirl that tongue bitch!" Brad said.

Then he swung back all the way to the back of my throat again, making me gag.

"Shit, boy, I already know what your girl'd say...fuck, that bitch would cream herself..."

I looked up at Brad, past the amazing defined ridges of his abs and his massive swimmer's chest. Our eyes locked as my lips spread tight around his shaft. He had a bad-boy look in his eye, a mean smirk that made me almost come in my Speedos. I was moaning like a whore around his cock. That's when Brad pulled out. He smacked me on the cheeks a couple of times with his hard cock and told me to stand up. I did. I was breathing heavily.

Then Brad did something that shocked me. He grabbed both my wrists, and twisted my arms around. He manhandled me, turning me with his back to him, while at the same time he made me bend over with a knee to the stomach. Soon Brad had me pushed up with my face against the tiles, and my arms locked on my back, close to my shoulder blades, as he had them by the wrists. I felt the head of his thick cock on my lower back. But with a smooth motion he soon jammed the head up my ass, and I let out a shriek.

"Feels good cunt?" asked Brad.

But I couldn't answer. He wasted no time, and with a rough motion he fucked the rest of his cock in, until his hips slapped my ass. Then Brad gave me the roughest fuck yet. He didn't talk at first, like he usually did...he didn't need to...he had me locked by my wrists, my hands turned around on my back. His thick cock was roughly fucking into me, forcing out a squeal or shriek of pain and some pleasure each time he thrust in. His thrusts were so hard, I had to back up against him, because he slammed my head up against the tiles each time he fucked in.

Finally he took a breath and just had his dick fixed all the way up my ass, while he made slow circular motions. He spoke in my ear,

"Your ass is mine, Dave. I fuckin' own you, dude...my cock is fucking the shit out of you, pussy; fuck yeah, take my cock faggot, gonna cum up your cunt real soon," Brad said and resumed his fucking.

I felt totally dominated by this young muscular blond stud, and it was turning me on like hell. He had taken me to the showers to fuck me into submission and show his power over me, and I gave in without a fight; now he was going to cum up my ass as he screwed me so hard my head hit the wall in front...and pretty hard too! Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. Without touching myself (he was still holding me by the wrists, but to my sides now) I came so fucking hard...I sprayed the whole wall and floor in front of me.

With a roar of sexy power, Brad released himself, and I felt the unbelievable thickness of his cock surge as he loaded up my ass-pussy with his hot cum. Brad let go of my wrists and I collapsed in a pile at his feet in my own cum as his monster cock slid out of me. Brad placed a foot on me as he relaxed from his athletic fucking session.

I looked up at his amazing body, seeing how every sweaty wet muscle expanded and contracted with his heavy breaths. I felt this dominant stud's cum stream out of my ass, and realized that I was his total bitch.

"See you later, pussy," said Brad.

He turned and went to the shower to clean himself. As he was walking he casually added,

"Be at my place tomorrow, 8 sharp; bring your girlfriend, I'm gonna get some of her pussy again."

My cock twitched at the idea; I knew I would do what he said.



Hot College Threesome Ch. 04



Note to my readers: I've posted parts of this story on the internet before, but literotica's SO MUCH BETTER!!! I'm going to add some new chapters to the story. Hope you enjoy it!

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It took me a while to recover from Brad's brutal fuck. After he was finished with me he just rinsed off and I watched his powerful back and ass muscles as he walked out of the shower room. It took me a while to get my balance, but I quickly washed off and then left, had some dinner, and got to my place later than usual.

Michelle had just finished some homework, I could see her books lying around, and the shower was running. I fixed myself a drink and pretty soon she came out wrapped in a towel. She gave me a seductive smile. Then she came out of our bedroom in some sexy white silk panties and a tight white top, against which her tan, firm body looked fucking gorgeous. I handed her a drink as well.

"So how was practice," she asked me, with a sort of wicked smile.

I hesitated, and then stammered a response,

"Umm...pretty good, I guess; being captain has its good points..."

Michelle kept smiling, and she sort of looked funny at the bruise on my forehead, where I got repeatedly slammed against the wall as Brad fucked me.

"Brad called..." she said, still keeping her sly smile.

I had a feeling this was the case, but she could tell I was surprised and NOT pleased...

"We're going to his place tomorrow." She said it just matter of factly, as if it was decided. Then she put her arms around me.

"Yeah..." I said, "he invited us today, I was going to tell you."

Truthfully, I was still scared and jealous as hell, but also excited as hell about the whole thing. It turned me on...I don't know why. I made out a little bit with Michelle, but she wouldn't let me do anything more than eat her out after that...I was sort of pissed. Brad had given instructions that she was not to touch my dick though, and later in fact when I was going to jack off she stopped me.

So I ate her out twice that night, and I noticed she had gotten a bit different from before...I mean, she really bucked against my face and even slapped me a couple of times. At times she would also tell me that I was getting her good and wet for Brad tomorrow, and even told me what a dickless wimp I was to let another guy push me around like that. It got me horny as hell and it was a game...but it WASN'T in way; I mean she even made me fix her a snack, go buy her favorite fruit juice from the convenience store and massage her feet that night...not much of this was really all that unusual except the way she told me how to do it and expected me to...she was clearly getting used to being in charge.

The next day came and went in a flurry as I waited in anticipation for the evening. In the morning I didn't get off with Michelle or even jack off as usual; 'chelle told me to get home soon after practice so we could get ready. My classes went fast and then practice went smoothly...I didn't challenge any of Brad's decisions like I had before. If anything I was even more paralyzed by awe of his absolutely perfect ridges on his torso and all the rest of his muscles, not to speak of his arrogant attitude.

He made no efforts to hide it this time; at the end of practice, as we were winding down, he told me to go get him a gatorade and a new towel, and I did so without even thinking. Some of my teammates were even giving weird looks...I mean I was captain too right, but Brad was treating me like a towelboy. At one point as he was standing naked, sort of toweling off and talking to a bunch of other guys he called me over and told me to clean up the towels that were at their feet. Some of my other teammates started making wisecracks and hooting as I bent on all fours at Brad's feet to pick up the dirty towels. Someone even smacked my ass with a wet one and there was an explosion of laughs...people were calling me maid-boy and so on, I mean...I had never done anything like this before, and I was co-captain, so they found it all pretty weird.

As I was walking out, Brad called out,

"So you and 'chelle comin' over later tonight, right?"

"Sure Brad," I said, "we'll be there around nine."

He turned and kept talking with his friends, and I walked out. The rest of the day went by pretty quick. At eight-thirty Michelle called me to the bathroom to help her get ready. She was getting herself up as a fucking centerfold callgirl! She made me help her into a really sexy neon yellow silk thong, and adjust it so that it perfectly fit her on all sides. Then she sort of messed with her hair and watched me as I put on the straps of these fancy high-heeled shoes; finally to help her into a tight supersexy dress that showed off her back and ended about mid-thigh, cream-colored.

I realized I was helping my girlfriend dress into clothes that would probably be ripped off by Brad in less than an hour, that I was getting her ready for him, and my cock throbbed. Images of that night two weeks ago flashed through my mind...I wondered what Brad had in store for tonight. For my part, I put on some CK jeans, a short-sleeved shirt and my sneakers.

As we were heading out the door Michelle came over and licked my lips and gave me a teasing, seductive kiss. I tried to lunge at her, but she pushed my chest and mouthed "wait." We got to Brad's apartment around nine. He was already wearing these plaid boxers and his body looked amazing. As soon as we walked in he grabbed Michelle by the waist and their lips locked in a totally hot way. He told me to grab a beer as he and Michelle kept at it, and I saw his hand go under her dress. I was still not used to it. I mean I had a raging hard-on, but jealousy was building up inside, and my hands trembled as I opened up a bottle and took a drink.

Thankfully, they soon stopped and Michelle, giving me a carefree smile, picked up a drink of her own. Brad was already on his second beer bottle. For maybe twenty minutes we were just chatting as if nothing weird was up. Then Brad said,

"K Dave, thanks for bringing over your girlfriend, you can leave now," but smiling, and Michelle chuckled. "We'll give you a ring if we need you," he continued.

But I could tell it was a joke--Brad always had a way making anything sound warm and in jest if he wanted, so I didn't take any of it seriously. Michelle was just sort of smirking at me the whole time. Seeing her with that attitude made me respect her SO much more for some reason. Soon she just told me she wanted a gin and tonic so I went to fix it for her. When I came back she was already into making out with Brad. I saw she was massaging his growing log of a cock through his boxers. I just stood there holding Michelle's drink while watching this stud making out with my girl. I got a chill seeing his thick cock outline through the boxers...his rough fuck the day before was still in my head; I know I came, but I was NOT looking forward to anything like that again, I mean it was just too much. Soon however she pulled away.

"Put the drink on the table Dave," she said, the mean smirk still on her face.

Then she said to Brad, but still looking at me,

"I wanna see my wimp boyfriend suck your cock, Brad," she said, and gave me a contemptuous look up and down. "I want to see you slap him around some and stick your thick cock down his throat."

Brad was happy to oblige. He got up off the couch and just plopped off his boxers, his huge cock sticking up to his stomach now, past his navel. He just walked to me and gave me a slap and backhand, but light.

"You heard her shithead, put the drink down."

I did as he said, and then Brad grabbed my hair. He slapped me around some more around his living room...it was SO fucking humiliating to be slapped by this guy my own age in front of my girlfriend like that...but hell, she's the one even who had asked for it. And now she could see that Brad would do anything and I wouldn't stand up to him. Michelle had already started taking off her clothes as she was doing this. Pretty soon Brad had me on my knees and taking the huge girth of his cock again, spreading open my jaws. He let me bob my own head a bit on his monster dick, as I felt the powerful muscles in his thighs and abs. Michelle looked on, occasionally moaning, while she still took off her clothes.

When she was down to her thong and pumps, Brad just grabbed my head a little and made me deepthroat him, fucking my throat for a few seconds, then withdrew from my mouth, and pushed my forehead. I fell back on the floor.

"Listen up, cocksucker," said Brad. "I feel like getting some of your girl's pussy, I got yours yesterday...so if you want to stay, you better fucking behave, got it?"

"Yes sir," I said, and heard Michelle burst into a chuckle.

"Good," said Brad. "Then there are gonna be some rules. First, you stay the fuck out of my way, which means you stay in this corner and don't move, got it?" he lightly slapped my lips with his cock as he said this.

"Second, you wear my boxers around your neck, got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good put them on," he said, and threw them into my face.

As I put Brad's boxers around my neck I noticed Michelle had gotten out of her thong and was standing next to Brad in her pumps alone now. The sight of them together like that in the lamp light almost made me cum. Brad was totally naked, his thick cock proudly pointing up, every developed muscle on his fit toned body defined in the dim light of the room. I was especially impressed with the glare on his broad shoulder, the way the light played in the cleft between his pecs, and of course his magnificent abs, always perfectly defined and big. Michelle was no less amazing, every curve on her firm body bathed in the dim light, and of course her gorgeous tan...the high heels that I had strapped on her earlier made her look amazing. She threw me her thong.

"That's rule three, pussy," said Brad. "Put them on."

I hesitated for a second. Brad just told me to wear my girlfriend's thong while he would fuck her brains out. This was beyond humiliating. But the magnetism and power in his eye told me there was no disobeying him. I slowly stripped my clothes and put on Michelle's thong. Then I stood in the corner like they told me to. I watched rock hard (my dick poking through Michelle's thong) and filled with jealousy and fear as Brad led Michelle to the couch, his huge cock jutting aggressively close to her ass. Michelle bent over the back of the couch and Brad led the head of his cock to her pussy. I watched as he slowly, smoothly, and deliberately inched his huge cock into my girlfriend while she screeched. Michelle was clawing at the couch and Brad slowly filled her with his cock. Soon he was all the way in; I saw Michelle shudder and I knew she was having her first orgasm. But it was small by her standards and I knew what was coming.

Brad started slow, kneeling on the couch behind Michelle, slowly pumping her hot pussy. The sight of his thick cock going in and out of my girl's twat was mesmerizing. But Brad soon picked up the pace.

"That's it yah! Yah! Keep it up! Ogh fuuuck....so...fuckin...thick..." Michelle moaned incoherently, a word preceding each powerful thrust.

Brad fucked into her with a power I could only imagine. Soon he grabbed her hips and twisted her around until she was facing him. She really looked like she was impaled on his cock. I noticed Brad never broke eye contact with Michelle as he thrust into her periodically but deliberately. Michelle's face was contorted with passion and pleasure. Brad was watching her, enjoying the sight; his muscles contracted with each in-thrust; it was almost too much to take, and I started jacking myself off through Michelle's thong.

Here I was in the corner of the room, with my girl's panties, watching helplessly as this superior dominant jock was giving her yet another superfuck. He had basically told me to bring her to him, humiliated me in front of the team by showing everyone I was his gofer, denied me access to her pussy so he could keep it all for himself for the next day, and she had me dress her up just for him, and all I could do was meekly obey...I just realized how far Brad had taken this. I blushed but it turned me on...and yet, I didn't have much of a chance to think. They soon changed positions. Brad took Michelle by the wrist and led her to his bedroom.

"What're you waiting for faggot, get your ass here," he called after me when he saw I wasn't moving.

I came in and Brad led Michelle to his bed. She sat down and looked seductively at him. It was like I wasn't even there.

"Kiss my ass, bitch," he curtly ordered me.

I dropped to my knees behind Brad. His lean, muscular thighs, calves, and his perfect steel ass was right in front of me. I would have done anything he had told me, so I didn't hesitate. I kissed each of Brad's asscheeks, then licked his ass when he ordered me to do so.

"Oh fuck, Brad, that's SO fucking hot," cooed Michelle. "I can't believe you're making that little pussy kiss your ass...that's just so fuckin' right..."

"Gets you hot bitch, does it?" Brad asked her. "You like seeing your wimp boyfriend kiss my ass like the good little girl he is?"

"Oooh yeah," said Michelle, keeping up the abuse, "fuckin' deserves it, little panty sissy boy..." and she chuckled.

"Hey dude, your girlfriend just called you a sissy, is that right?"

I stopped for a second and looked up to him. He was sort of looking around and down at me.

"You a sissy boy?"

"Yes Brad," I answered softly, and they both broke into laughter.

"Yeah, I guess you must be dude, otherwise you wouldn't wear your girl's fuckin' panties while you watched me fuck her, right?"

"Y..yes, Brad," I stammered, but he cut me off—

"Shut the fuck up, pussy, or I'll fuck your ass again. Keep on licking my ass, asskisser."

I did so, totally red in the face, but almost ready to come. He approached Michelle. Soon he had Michelle with her legs obscenely spread open. I watched his muscular back expand and contract as he fucked her silly again for several minutes, this time on his bed. All the while he had told me to keep licking his ass, which I did. I was licking this jock's ass while he fucked my girlfriend. Michelle was going wild.

"Ahh...fuck yeah...Brad...so fucking strong!" she kept goading him on, and slapping his powerful shoulders.

Soon Brad gave her a rough slap and pinned her hands above her head on the bed. He really started to piston in and out of her now, his ass brutally hitting my face as I tried to keep licking like he ordered me to.

"Yeah, you fucking take it, cunt!" he talked into her face. "Tell me how much you like my big dick, bitch...."

"Aaah, Brad, it feels....fuck!....feels like it's burning me up....hot-damn yeah....fuckin'a fuck my tight pussy, fuckin' jock stud!...."

Michelle babbled incoherently and soon screeched so loud my ears hurt. She was having a monster orgasm. Her hips bucked up wildly and finally grabbed onto Brad's back, kicking me in the face and incidentally pushing me out of the way. Brad also tensed up and I could tell he was coming in Michelle's pussy. I don't know how many times he shot, but from the times his back tensed up, it must have been at least five or six. I was almost ready to cum myself, but didn't. Brad stayed on top of my girlfriend for another few minutes while they relaxed. After that he pushed himself off, walked to an armchair and wiped his face with a towel. He turned to me.

"Clean my cock you dumb pussy," he told me and grabbed my hair. I eagerly obeyed, taking Brad's cock into my mouth and cleaning Michelle's pussy off it. Then Brad pulled out, smacked me a couple of times on the face with his dick and plopped into his armchair, resting. He looked absolutely amazing...his face was flushed, his magnificent tan muscled body lightly covered in sweat, and with a healthy reddish hue from exertion.

"I wanna see you suck my cum out of your girlfriend's pussy, dude; show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing for you guys!"

The nerve on this guy...but in truth, it just made me hold him in greater awe. Michelle had an amused look on her face as I got to eating her out. Soon Brad's copious cum started streaming into my mouth. Michelle was moaning.

"Mmmm...he's pretty good at this, Brad," she cooed.

"Yeah...I bet..." Brad just laid back relaxing.

"How's it taste faggot?" he asked. "Better than the usual?"

Michelle gave Brad a wicked look.

"Oh shit Brad....you're fuckin' shitting me? You telling me Dave's your cocksucker on a regular basis now? How many times did you suck him off, Dave?"

"Nah...I was saving him up, babe....I DID give him a bit of a roughing up in the showers yesterday, though...that's why he has those bruises on his head..."

"Awww..poor baby, Dave..." Michelle said, and chuckled.

Then she buried my face into her pussy again and they both laughed.

"Suck Brad's cum out of my hot pussy, you worthless asskisser," she commanded.

I had never heard Michelle talk like this to me. Brad was having some effect on her, and it turned me on big time to see that he was training her to be this way. The next few hours were a total rollercoaster. I fixed them snacks and drinks while they watched TV for a while, then while they fucked; Brad again took Michelle in the air with her legs tightly wrapped around his muscular torso, and he carried her into a fuck all around the apartment. Meanwhile I followed wearing her panties and sometimes licking his ass. One time they also made me lick Brad's cock as it was slowly going in and out of her pussy.

At each level I felt more and more in awe of Brad. Later in the night while I was fixing them a drink and Michelle was giving him a blowjob, Brad called me over.

"Kneel," he said. I did. He stood in front of me.

"Open up," he commanded.

I did this too. Then something totally unexpected happened. Michelle shrieked as she watched Brad unload a stream of piss on my face and in my mouth. I was shocked but remained in my position. My erection actually was throbbing. I know I turned beet red. But I considered him a total god at this point. Brad commanded me to lick all the drops off his feet and lower legs and Michelle watched astounded seeing my complete submission to this dominant jock. She was totally getting off on seeing Brad dominate me. Brad did not fuck me that night. I came several times, jacking myself off while licking his ass, and that one time when he made me lick his feet. Both he and Michelle could see that I got off on being a pussy to him. I probably came hardest when he was pumping with force into Michelle, with his ass slamming my head each time on the out-thrust. Brad and Michelle finally collapsed in the bed together around six in the morning. Brad told me to clean up the living room and leave, and I left them sleeping there. 

I did not see Michelle again until late that night, when she made me suck yet another load of cum out of her pussy. For the next month or so at least, Michelle still lived with me and let me do her shopping and stuff, and eat her out sometimes, but Brad got exclusive access to her pussy. Sometimes they would let me watch, but not usually. I did not get much of Brad myself at least for that month, though he did let me give him a blow job maybe about three times. Also, I think several guys on the swimming team had found out Brad was fucking my girlfriend, so needless to say, our relative positions were becoming clear to all. Toward the end of that month, I think it was late on a Saturday, and Brad was away for the weekend, but was coming on the next day, Michelle told me,

"I think tomorrow I want to see Brad fuck you up the ass again. What do you say?"



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In the morning I got a call from Michelle.

"Get your ass over here," she said. "We're going shopping."

I thought about complaining, but by then she had already hung up. I mean...then it passed through my mind, not to go, but there was something about her voice that I couldn't resist, and I'm sure it also had something to do with the fact that she was a total hottie! I picked her up in my white BMW and she was wearing a black tank top and these low-running sweatpants that fit just perfectly around her ass. Her many sessions in the tanning salon paid off, and her gorgeous back and toned stomach just fucking glowed with this bronze...not to speak of her awesome face with full lips and long, black hair.

Damn! A pang of lust and jealousy ran through me when I saw what I had given up, delivered on a platter to Brad, my cocky swimming rival. I hadn't been able to go near her shaved, tight pussy for the past month except to eat her out, and even that usually only after she'd been totally blasted by Brad. Michelle got in my car without a word, and only ordered me where to drive her, by saying the name of the store. We ended up buying her a shitload of expensive clothes, that is, I ended up buying all this stuff for her.

The first time, when she was looking at this super Gucci knee-length dress, in which I knew she'd look amazing, I sort of started complaining. But she just gave me this look with her sexy eyes, this sort of arrogant smirk, full of contempt but also somehow sexually charged...I couldn't resist her really, for the rest of the day. I followed her for hours like an obedient little lapdog all over the expensive store...I mean this girl looked like fucking Monica Bellucci! But she was, as usual, cold and aloof, and really only paid attention to her browsing.

I'm sure the staff could see what was up, a pussy-whipped boyfriend waiting on his ice-bitch queen. Michelle only made matters worse when she told me to go buy her a coffee from Starbucks, for which, of course, I got no thanks; and also, much worse, once, when this woman who worked there and had seen the whole thing for the past hour or so and she was in hearing range, Michelle looked at some killer sexy lingerie, put it up to her breasts and sort of naughtily asked me,

"You think Brad would find this sexy?"

I felt SO embarrassed, I must have gone all red. I mean, as such it was not really a bad question, but my reaction must have given everything away, and that only made me more embarrassed...I just mumbled something. Michelle exchanged a sort of cold smile with the woman working there.

Anyway, it just went on like that for the rest of the day. Then Michelle told me to drive to my apartment, which I did. Once inside, she had me place her bags in the living room and she slid out of her flipflops and cuddled on the couch. I knew the sign. I immediately started massaging her feet while she sipped on a glass of vodka tonic I had also fixed her. Then she got a call on her cell,

"Yeah...yah. mhmmm...sure, he's here.........mmmm," she moaned and I looked up, but Michelle was looking sideways while talking on the phone.

"Sounds great," she purred, "sure...can't wait..."

Then she clicked off her phone.

"Brad's coming over, with a guest," she said.

I wondered who it could be. And I was hoping that if he was coming over with a guest, this would mean none of the usual games...though I was also disappointed at the idea. But I had a feeling...actually, I had been thinking a lot about Brad lately, I mean more than usual. I think in fact I was jealous! I mean in a different way than from the fact that he was fucking my girlfriend, I don't mean jealous of him. The week before he had left (Brad was just getting back tonight), we were in practice I think on a Wednesday. Actually things had "cooled down," at least in public. It was only for a couple of days I already wrote about that Brad was a real asshole in front of the rest of the team; once I stopped challenging his decisions and pretty much played along, it mostly cooled down.

Sure, some of the guys were a bit suspicious at first, but then again it was no big deal; it came naturally anyway, I mean Brad was used to having his way and he always just exuded leadership. Also, some of the guys had caught on about Brad and Michelle, I mean not exactly all of the details, but yeah..I didn't like THAT part! Anyway, one day after practice I stayed behind to talk to coach about a bunch of stuff for the upcoming end-of-year tournaments.

It had been a tough practice and were all tired...also annoyed. Brad and I had gotten into a fight with Ricky, this redhead freshman. This kid had given us problems before...he had the technique and body of a champion, and an attitude to match it! He never played ball, always talked--he fucking just yapped like a bitch--questioning our decisions, being a pain to all the other guys, giving them pointers on how to improve their style...a real ass.

Anyway, by the time I got to the lockers the rest of the team had left. Or so I thought! Actually as I shucked off my Speedo and grabbed a towel I heard these strange but somehow familiar noises from the showers. Slowly I tip-toed to the edge of the wall and looked over...only to have my jaw drop to the floor! Fuckin' Ricky was on his knees and standing over him was...yeah, that's right, Brad! Brad's muscular back and ass glistened with water in the dim light, as always...but then I looked more closely. Shit...I thought...actually, it was even more extreme.

Ricky had a broken lip, and one side of his face was really redder than the other...and soon I found out why, as Brad landed a loud slap smack in the middle of Ricky's left cheek, bringing his whole face now to an angry red. Ricky whimpered, but did nothing as he looked up at Brad.

"Lemme ask you, you little shit," Brad barked in his face..."you learned your fucken lesson? Huh? You fuckin' got it now, you pissy dope?"

Brad asked as he grabbed Ricky's hair and pulled back. I was already getting turned on!

"Sure Brad...I understand!" Ricky was scared.

Brad spat in his face, and asked again,

"Sure WHAT?"

"Sure SIR!" Ricky exclaimed back. "Sir, I understand, I will not challenge you or Dave again in practice or out--"

SMACK, another slap landed on poor Ricky's face!

"That's MASTER Dave to you, bitch!"

Brad shouted in Ricky's face again. I liked the sound of that! And more, I was flattered Brad had called me this...well, at least in front of Ricky.

"To you or Master Dave, sir!"

"You going to keep talking and yappin' like an old bitch, you little cunt?"

Suddenly I noticed, as Brad turned a bit, the ripped sides of his torso, but also that his huge cock was totally rigid and pointing upwards toward Ricky's face, like a threatening weapon. Apparently Brad really got off on dominating another guy.

"No SIR, I will not talk!" answered Ricky.

"Good. Now it's time for your lesson," said Brad. "Open up, I want to get all this down in your belly," he chuckled.

Ricky was in no position to resist. He opened his mouth immediately...I was actually expecting SOME objection on his part, but then I found out why there was none. Brad placed a few inches of his thick cock in Ricky's mouth and told Ricky to close his lips...lemme tell you Ricky's lips were fucking stretched!

"Good thing you didn't give me any lip this time, loser," said Brad. "I would have LOVED to bloody up the rest of your mouth. Now listen up," said Brad and lightly smacked Ricky's head.

I heard a muffled whimper from the freshman. Actually I saw he was hard too! He clearly got off on this...though with Brad in charge, who wouldn't!

"Grab my ankles," ordered Brad and Ricky did so.

Ricky looked completely subservient with a puppy-dog look in his eye, Brad's cock in his mouth, and grabbing the stronger stud's ankles. Having asserted his dominance in the clearest way Brad told Ricky the new rules of the game. Ricky was to shut up during practice and not talk unless spoken to; he was to do whatever Brad and I told him to, and never to challenge our decisions, and he was to do whatever chores we assigned to him and the rest of the freshmen, and not slack off just because he was a good swimmer.

"And to suck my dick whenever I want," added Brad. "Now move it, cunt! Work that dick in your mouth until I shoot my load down your faggot throat!"

Ricky did just as he was told. Holding Brad's ankles he bobbed his head with his lips stretched tight on Brad's thick cock, as he looked up and the hot jock who had put him in his place...Brad was just standing there, arms crossed, looking with a derisive smirk at the bitchy freshman who was now blowing him. Soon, though, Brad moaned with pleasure and put his hands on his hips and lightly jutting his hips forward into the now-willing freshman's mouth, who was obviously doing a great job of sucking dick...and judging from his own erection, enjoying his new position.

Brad finally took complete control, as I knew he would, and he grabbed Ricky's head and face-fucked him, gagging and choking the poor guy for a few minutes, until tears came to his eyes from I guess not getting enough air and being choked all the time. Brad's motions became faster and soon he made one vicious thrust into the teen's throat, so that the guy's eyes bulged!

"Eat my fuckin' sperm, you freshman cocksuckin' bitch!" exclaimed Brad. "Every fuckin drop! Yeah!"

I was jacking off and about to cum myself! Then Brad, in the middle of cumming, pulled out until only the tip of giant cock was in Ricky's mouth. Ricky was now holding on to Brad's muscular tan thighs for support, but Brad had his right fist on his thick dick and the other hand on Ricky's neck...

"Now hold it in your mouth, sissyboy." Ricky did just as he was told. "Yeeah...that's right...hold it all in your mouth. Now...SHOW me! SHOW me my cum in your mouth, Ricky, you redhead girlyboy!"

Ricky opened his mouth.

"Swish it around, enjoy the taste," Brad teased. Ricky did this, and a sort of sick look came on his face...but he was still totally hard!

"Now swallow my cum, fag! Just like you did the rest of it!" Ricky did so.

Then Brad ordered him to jack his "little freshman dick" (although it was average size) as Brad wiped his softening dick in the kid's red hair and on his face. Ricky came, with a light squeal, only after a few strokes. Clearly the whole thing had turned him on like crazy! I came at the same time, and Brad just pushed Ricky--now red-faced and embarrassed as hell--with his right foot and turned around and grabbed his towel.

I had rushed out of that room very fast...hoping that Brad had not seen me. And I don't think he did. But Brad saw much less of me--he didn't get the customary weekly blowjob from me (though it was usually twice or even three times a week, he just called me over to his place after practice or late at night, lay back, and had me suck him off to completion), and had Michelle over his place just a couple of times. I was sure he was getting the most from his new conquest's mouth, and, as I figured out, ass...Ricky did not come to practice a couple of days, and I happened to see him...man, the way he was walking you could just fucking tell he had gotten it up his tight freshman ass only a few days before.

Soon after I heard something that made me jealous but did not surprise me at all...I was at a party and heard Ricky had had a threesome with his girlfriend and another guy from his swimteam, "one of the captains." I knew right away who it was Ricky and his girl had had this "threesome" with...and strangely, I envied Ricky for the next few days, thinking about the hot time I had with Brad and Michelle that first time. And it only got me hotter to think about how Brad had repeated his conquest with another guy! Who knows how many guys on the team had been on their knees in front of Brad!?

But I forgot all these questions as Michelle came out of the shower with a towel and told me to come "fix her up." It was sick, I know, to dress her up and whatever for the pleasure of another guy, but I couldn't resist her. Then, the doorbell rang and Michelle told me to get it.

As I opened the door there was Brad, with tight CK jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt showing off his amazing tanned muscled arms and the contrast with his light blond hair--amazing like always. Looking at my reaction he smirked...but then I saw who was next to him...Jenna! Michelle's roommate, with whom I had had a threesome with Michelle the year before! Shit...this was going to be an INTERESTING night... Although I was a bit surprised, Jenna was just normal, nice, and everything started going as you'd expect from some old friends getting together.

We exchanged greetings, traded lame conversation about what we were all up to, acquaintances, classes, that sort of stuff. Brad was not even an asshole, though one time when we made eye contact, he did wink briefly. Jenna was a hot girl...I wouldn't have agreed to boff her in the first place, I mean the year before, otherwise. She had light brown hair and blue-green eyes, and unlike Michelle, she was usually very very white. But now apparently she had hit the tanning salon too, and she was pretty tan...and had an amazing figure.

Brad as usual was very sexy. It sort of made me uncomfortable that he kept trading looks with Michelle all night, but also it was sexy...every time I thought about what was going on between the three of us I got a little thrill. Anyway, I sort of had some suspicions about where this night was going...but it became clear once we were all a bit buzzed from downing beers. Pretty soon Brad was making out with Jenna on his couch. Michelle looked over to them and I could see she was getting turned on. As for me...yeah, I was hard big time!

Michelle sat in my lap and sort of rubbed off against me, then we started making out, and as always, she had the sexiest lips, it was amazing. Shortly after that things started getting pretty hot and heavy, and Brad already had Jenna's blouse off (she was not wearing any bra or anything).

"Do you guys wanna go to the bedroom?" Jenna asked, sort of moaning it.

We didn't need any encouragement, and we all just headed for the bedroom. Images of what had gone on last time I had been there went through my mind and only got me harder. As soon as we got in the bedroom Michelle went over to a nightstand in the far corner and set up some music while Brad and Jenna were getting down on the bed. Now, my bed happens to be pretty huge. So there was plenty of space, and Michelle and I just plopped on the other end, while Brad and Jenna were still at it, Brad sucking on her neck and shoulders and Jenna digging her nails in his upper back.

Brad's shirt had come off to reveal his totally hot, muscled tan bod, and his biceps really looked huge as his hand played all over Jenna's tits and stomach. Michelle had her tank top off now and I started licking on her beautiful firm breasts. She threw her head back and pushed mine into her chest...I was actually surprised at how "normal" this had been so far. Soon none of us had clothes on anymore, and it ended up with Jenna and Michelle, both resting up with their backs on the bedframe while Brad and I lapped at their respective pussies.

Brad shot me a smile and wink, which really set me at ease...he had this way of setting you at ease. Anyway, it was totally hot, the way Michelle's and Jenna's moans combined in the room, to make for a totally hot and horny chorus of "oooh yeaahh"s and other more incoherent stuff. Michelle even started taking charge again a little, sort of slapping my face lightly and bucking her wet, shaved pussy in my face, which got me totally hot.

Jenna saw all this, but did not do the same for Brad...she was starting to get totally sweaty and this really turned me on. Their moans kept rising, and Brad and I just kept eating them out. As Michelle spurred me on, Jenna had her first orgasm of the night, which only reminded me how much better Brad was at bringing a girl over the edge. "Make me cum you little wimp," Michelle ordered me, and bucked into my face more forcefully. I started lapping harder...Brad and Jenna were now sitting on their knees in front of each other, making out again I guess.

I figured she was going to go down on him, and was hoping for the same from Michelle. But Michelle just pushed me back until I was lying down and then straddled my face and really started riding it.

"You should be better at this by now, you faggot," Michelle moaned meanly, which really drew a kind of a surprised gasp from Jenna.

It really turned me on though...I realized Jenna had no idea what had been going on with Brad and Michelle and me, and she still just remembered me as her roommate's hot boyfriend who gave a her a total fuck a year ago. But now Michelle was giving me directions, about how to lick her cunt, finger her pussy, and other stuff; and I could hear pretty well that Brad was getting a blowjob from Jenna.

It continued like that, with me giving head to Michelle and Brad getting it from Jenna, for a few minutes. Michelle either kept giving me directions for what to do, or actually talked dirty to Jenna, which really got me hot:

"Yah...Jenna, like it? You like sucking that big Brad cock, huh?" and even slapped Jenna's round tan ass as she said this!

I could see Brad was getting pretty hot, because he had his hands on Jenna's hair and was fucking her head up and down on his big cock. I looked past his broad, chiseled chest, slightly covered with a sheen of sweat, to his face, and saw there a look I recognized, a smile, but also a kind of determination...it got me so hot. I could see this because Michelle had basically retreated to my stomach now, and was just sitting there as we watched the other two hotties go at it.

Soon, however, Brad raised Jenna up by her armpits. He really loved to manhandle girls...and apparently they loved it too, because he had had dozens, they just couldn't stop talking about him! Anyway, they whispered something to each other and she straddled his hips as he placed his hands on her sides. Then something happened that really surprised me. Michelle raised up a bit and started moving backwards on my body. She had already grabbed my dick and was jacking it. Looking me straight in the eye, she said softly,

"OK Dave...here it comes...what you've been waiting for..." and smiled.

Laying her hands on my chest Michelle slowly engulfed my cock with her warm, wet pussy! It felt amazing! I thought for a second that I shouldn't feel privileged just to be able to fuck my own girlfriend, but then this thought left me at the amazing feelings I started getting when she started pumping her pussy on me. Jenna and Michelle were now moaning harder than ever, and Michelle had my cock totally engulfed and sort of doing small circles with her hips.

Then, Brad said one word, "Switch!"

Immediately we all understood what had to be done, and without question Michelle raised off me, Jenna raised off Brad, and soon I saw Michelle descending on Brad's upright cock with a long screetch again! And Jenna did the same for me. This was really hot, I looked into Jenna's eye as she descended on my cock and clamped her pussy on it again and again. Michelle's wild moans on Brad's thick tool drove Jenna wild and in turn she whined like a bitch while humping herself on me.

"Oooh...oh my god, Dave, you like that, huh? You like my tight twat on your cock..."

I groaned in the affirmative. Jenna looked lustfully over at Brad who now had Michelle pinned up to the headboard of my bed and was savagely thrusting into her with a loud BANG each time! Jenna smiled wickedly...

"Oh shit Dave...that's SO fuckin' hot...oooh YEAH...you like seeing Michelle totally get rammed by Brad, huh?"




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Jenna moaned while giving me a nasty look...if ONLY she knew how! ...I thought. But I just moaned back and thrust with power into her until she started squealing on my dick! We switched one more time, also on Brad's command. I got to fuck Michelle some more.

The third time, however, while they were switching yet again, Michelle and Jenna sort of gave each other this wicked look, and in no time they were making out and fingering each others' pussies in front of us. I watched in awe, jacking off. Brad's words got me out of my trance,

"Hot show, huh?"

"Fuck yeah!" I said back.

Brad put an arm around my shoulders and slowly stroked my neck. This only turned me on even more.

"Michelle's got one fuckin' tight pussy, man," he added. "Jen too...though she also knows how to play with hers..."

"Yeah...must have learned those exercises," I added.

Brad smiled back and we traded pointers on the girls' technique as the two girls were getting wild and crazy in front of us. Pretty soon though Brad grabbed the back of my neck, scratched it lightly for a second, and started pushing down. I knew what was expected. Although the show in front of us was great and although the idea of going down on Brad in front of Jenna was embarrassing as hell, I was so hot I couldn't control myself! Brad was just so fucking hot! I mean lying down next to me, the muscles in his torso relaxed, all of them were just showing like he was a statue of a Greek god or something. Slowly I let him guide my head to his hot cock. I licked the head and quickly engulfed the shaft and as much as I could.

Brad let out a long moan of appreciation. Slowly I set to work, letting Brad appreciate the deep-throating technique he had taught me over our many sessions...and soon heard whimpers of surprise from the girls...I would guess mostly from Jenna.

"Oooh yeah...he can't get enough of Brad's thick stud cock," Michelle said lustily, and both girls laughed.

I felt a finger on the small of my back, doing circles, and it was a nail...I knew anyway that it was one of the girls, since Brad just rested a hand lazily on the back of my head and had the other one splayed out on the headboard. I looked up at him and he looked like he fucking owned the place! What a stud! I thought...he gave me a wink as our eyes met. The finger on the small of my back kept doing circles though...and the two girls were still frolicking with each other and giggling and stuff. Jenna finally said teasingly,

"Sooo...I guess we know who's the real MAN in this room," and then both girls immediately broke into a chuckle again.

"Ooh yeah," Michelle said, "and this is just the start..."

Pretty soon I felt the two girls on both my sides and in seconds, Michelle's head was on my left side, and Jenna's on my right. I was only sucking on the head of Brad's thick cock now, and the two girls started licking the part of his shaft that was not in my mouth...this was one of the hottest things I ever saw! Brad let out a long "Yeeahh," and quickly took advantage of his situation.

"Fuckin' three heads on my dick, AWESOME!" he said and started taking turns.

First he would dip his cock in Jenna's mouth, then mine, then Michelle, then back to Jenna...he would do one thrust into each of our open mouths...he started talking trash to us again, calling us his little sluts, his cock-bitches...I loved it though! I was really hard.

"Goddamn Dave...if you could only see yourself now...lapping like a dog after my cock while I take turns with your girl and another chick...that's right Dave, you're turning into an A-grade pussy cockloving slut! Eat my dick, bitch!"

He vigorously started to fuck my head. The two girls went wild! They licked everywhere, Brad's balls, his thighs, his magnificent rippling abs. Soon Brad took his dick out of my mouth and had us french-kiss around his powerful shaft. My tongue wrestled with Michelle's as Jenna now raised up and made out with Brad.

"That's right, Dave, fight with your girlfriend over Brad's cock," said Jenna, chuckling toward the end.

She still found the whole thing very funny apparently. But Brad soon had a finger in her pussy and was driving her crazy again! Michelle, not to be outdone, pushed me away contemptuously and started going crazy on Brad's cock. I had never seen any girl do this even in porn! Michelle's sexy lips were stretched to the max around Brad's hot cock, her arms pushing on his muscular abs...she kept bobbing her head so deep she willingly choked herself, furiously. Brad had one finger up Jenna's hot pussy, and with his other hand he grabbed Michelle's hair up in the air so he could see her face go vacuum-crazy on his hot rod!

I almost shot right there, and would have, if Michelle hadn't all of a sudden stopped. I stayed there, jacking off, as Michelle raised up quickly and whispered something in Brad's ear. A broad smile came on Brad's face as he looked at me. Brad looked at me with that mean, but sort of playful smile...shit...I knew almost what was up! Nothing good anyway! Jenna was nibbling on Brad's shoulder, fingering her own pussy as she watched...she didn't suspect what was about to happen next...anyway, it looked like Brad had yet again used this foursome to his best advantage, as he had both girls fawning over him like slaves...me too...while I was left jacking my cock and watching him in awe!

Soon, however, Brad sort of moved Jenna to the side with his elbow and sat up, then moved on his knees. Looking at me, he snapped the side of my head with his palm, lightly but derisively, snapped his fingers, and pointed at his cock...the sign was clear...although he was treating me like a total slut and dominating the hell out of me...in front of Jenna, a girl I had fucked!...it still turned me on like hell.

I bent down doggystyle while I sucked on his cock again. The two girls, still making moaning sounds, fingering each other and fooling around watched as I went down on Brad's cock at his command. Brad kept landing loud slaps on my ass from time to time, which really drove the girls wild!

"Oooh shit..." exclaimed Jenna. "I didn't fuckin' believe it at first... but Brad... you really have Dave trained to be your little boy-bitch, yeah?!"

Michelle moaned.

"Shit yea," said Brad. "This little pussy-fag has been blowing me every week whenever I tell him too...ever since I fucked the shit out of him in front of Michelle...she can do without his pussyboy load, right babe?"

Michelle moaned affirmatively as Jenna heard everything in amazement.

"Shit...the little slut is so hot for me he even sucks my load every time I fill M up," he chuckled and Michelle smirked at me.

"Yeah...I like it raw," she said, matter-of-factly.

"OOh my GOD....this is SO hot I can't fucking believe it!" Jenna said. "That's the fucking hottest thing I ever heard! You mean you and Brad are an item now...and this little pathetic cocksucker's just your slave...?"

"Almost," Michelle answered, as Brad grabbed the side of my head for a few harsh thrusts.

But then he withdrew and manhandled me until I was on my hands and knees, on my own bed, and he was hovering over me.

"But..." Michelle continued, "Brad's not my boyfriend...he's just my fucker," she laughed and Jenna followed suit..."Brad gives me what a man should give me, and Dave does all the boyfriend stuff, like he does what I say, takes me shopping, and...laps me clean after a hard fuck!" at this both girls broke out into hysterical laughter.

"Best of both worlds!" said Jenna as the two girls high-fived.

Brad, encouraged by their conversation pushed me until I was with my stomach on the bed. He pinned my hands above my head as he descended his massive marble-muscles on my back. As Brad bit and licked at my neck I figured I couldn't fucking move even if I wanted to! Brad had me pinned solidly to my bed as the two girls watched, his mass of warm muscle controlling every part of my body! Soon he slightly raised off and spread my knees further apart with his own.

"BEST part of the show...what I've been waiting to see again for a month!" said Michelle.

"Holy shit!" Jenna gasped. "Dave's gonna take it up the ass?"

"Uhhuh..." uttered Michelle.

"FUCK! You mean it's fucking TRUE? Dave took Brad's cock during his threesome with you guys?"

"And how! He got plugged for half the night...I think Brad enjoyed his virgin ass..." and both girls laughed again!

I was so humiliated...but also turned on!

"Get ready to become my pussy...AGAIN!" Brad said. "Shit, Dave, I think you just use your hot girlfriend to lure guys like me into your ass man...I could swear...I've never seen you come so hard as when you've got my cock way up in you, reaming your pussy out like a little cunt...what's the deal man...you crazy for my load, or what?"

The girls smirked again as they were fingering each other. Before I could answer though, Brad already had the head of his cock at my hole, and answered for me...

"I know you do, Dave...I know you've been lusting after my nasty dick ever since that time I stretched out your tight hole in the showers and showed you who was top dog, dude...you ready to take your place again? Take it, bitchboy, here it comes!"

Brad savagely thrust in me, driving a gasp of shock from my chest! I had never really gotten used to Brad fucking me, and it hurt like hell...I could hardly hear the screams of the girls, wildly egging him on!

"Go for it Brad! Yeah! Give him a pussy joyride, let him take it from a hot jock!..." and all this stuff, it drove me crazy.

Brad wasted no time as he started fucking into me. First he fucked fast, so that the whole rooms was silent except for the girls' panting, our panting, and moans...coming from not only the girls, but now also me! His cock was feeling amazing again, and though I tried to resist, I couldn't control myself. Soon though Brad slowed down and took me with long, deliberate strokes. He still thrust in forcefully at the moment of impact which drove a gasp out of me and produced a sudden slapping sound as his hips hit my ass. The feeling of his balls hitting on mine as Brad fucked me felt amazing.

"That's it, cunt...shit...your hot hole's the fuckin' tightest, Dave; you've got some real competition here, girls," Brad said and both girls laughed....

"Yeah, use his ass as your pussy, stud...give my boyfriend what he deserves," said Michelle as sluttily as ever...."Fuck his brains out, I LOVE IT!"

Brad then grabbed the back of my head and raised me up on my hands and knees. He took me doggiestyle now, still slow though, and sensuously circled his hips every time he drove his cock way up into me. My cock was way hard and I was moaning like a bitch! Brad had me suck on his fingers as he ran the other hand on my toned back and fucked me like one of his girls. Jenna crawled over. Chuckling a bit, she started slapping my hard cock back and forth as Michelle fingered her pussy...she also made out with Brad.

Soon both girls were making out with Brad...they were on each side of the dominant jock as he grabbed their sides and now more forcefully jammed his thick cock deep up my ass. I heard two loud slaps and heard both girls yelp...Brad had slapped their firm, nice asses, and soon both were in doggiestyle position on both sides of me.

"Fuck yeah! Three hot bitches for my big cock...get ready sluts! Make your cunts tight, make me feel good, and you might just get some of my load on your pretty faces!"

Brad set about doing to our asses...and to the girl's pussies...what he had done to our mouths earlier...one swing in each. Pretty soon he drove us to a chorus of wild moans and incoherent bitching sounds with his rhythmic fucking technique. I couldn't believe this jock's stamina...I mean here he was fucking me, my girl, and another hot girl on my bed for like ten minutes, driving the three of us wild, and still he could keep going!

Soon though he grabbed my wrists, which was one of his favorite ways to assert his power over me while driving his thick cock up my ass. After a few athletic moves Brad had turned me over so that I was sitting on his lap, looking right into his eye as he bounced me up and down on his hot cock....this was more than I could handle! I felt the cum building up in my balls as Brad drove me up and down his cock by grabbing my armpits and piledriving me like a little bitch! I moaned uncontrollably!

"Yeah!" said Brad. "Fuckin' right...this is the way you like it, cockboy, I KNOW it! You gonna cum for me again? Huh? Hey Jenna...check this out...I did this last time too..this hot cunt will come without touching himself while he's taking my hot cock in front of his girlfriend....AWESOME OR WHAT?!"

Jenna responded with a wild whimper as she came herself, and Michelle too, as each was fingering the other's pussy. I couldn't control myself at this point! The girls coming and this hot jock, all his muscles and the mounds of his pecs covered in sweat, his broad shoulders working with the strain of fucking my limp body up and down on his thick rod...! screaming like a maniac, I shot again and again, harder than I ever had...the first load landed on my chin the rest all over my chest and also Brad's as he looked me in the eye, he winked....

With the three of us in post-orgasmic daze, Brad sat up on my bed and jacked off on our faces, as was his favorite style. The three of us fought for as much of his cum as we could. He let each of us clean off his cock and then left to the bathroom to I guess shower up as Michelle, Jenna and I ended up snowballing this cocky jock's cum for as long as we could....

This "threesome" with Jenna and Michelle had definitely been a LOT different from the first one...AND...I didn't know, or didn't want to admit, which one I had enjoyed more!!!