Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 22:21:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: T T
Subject: Hot College Threesome 1

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 Belucci 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
miscroscopic layer of fatty tissue for buoyance), 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 appettite 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 embarassed 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.

****Just a first-chapter teaser. Next chapter will come _soon_! If you
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