Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2004 20:13:58 -0800 (PST)
From: T T
Subject: Hot College Threesome 4

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 hada 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, only at eight-thirty Michelle called me to the bathroom
tohelp her get ready. She was getting herself up as a fucking centerfold
callgirl! She made mehelp her intoa 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 our 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 come 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 beinga pussy to him. I probably
came hardest when he was pumping with force into Michelle, each time
slamming my head 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?"

---to be continued
---this story is winding down; there might only one more chapter left; I
do, however, have other stories planned.
---feel free to write me with any comments, questions, etc.