Michaela And The Three Bears

A spring breeze drifted through the college neighborhood as Michaela Birch moved with purpose down the leafy block. Through the twilight dimness Taylor Swift ballad echoed as she sauntered past the cozy homes in a bee line to her special “friend.” 

Thinking of Todd, every inch of his 6 foot three frame – sweet and sculpted and tight – made her shiver. What was not honed by countless hours in the gym had been reduced to essential perfection by the relentless drills of his football coaches. 

Prepped in her favorite outfit, glossy pleather boots and makeup just so, Michaela felt drawn to Todd’s new place. It was almost as if what she needed from him had a cord pulling her from her waist to his.

She was 21 and she loved college. She loved the classes, loved learning every day just how immense the world was and loved to discover more of the mad number of possibilities it held. And tonight, with nothing on her mind but open hours to play with her FWB, Michaela loved just how surprising, adult and wicked it could get. 

She was studying art history with a minor in journalism. This week, she had black hair with streaks of burgundy red and navy blue, flaunting her alt-girl predilections. She felt cute with a little nose ring, an ironic school-girl skirt topped off with an Ani DiFranco t-shirt. She was the kind of girl it was easy to assume would hate football. The reality was she couldn’t care less for it. She was the kind of girl more at home at an experimental theater performance, a collection of feminist photography, or some up-and-coming singer/songwriter still under Spotify’s radar.

But every day at college stripped away more of the hipper-than-thou attitude she had nurtured with her friends in high school. So here she was, making her way to a house filled with three Bears.

Her Todd was Todd Hoffman, a 21 year old safety on the Bellamy University Bears. He was a pale vision capped with eyes an indigo shade of blue and a perfectly fetching tangle of  brown hair. He lived with two of his teammates and best friends: Jamal Slone, 20, an impossibly cut African American a shade below average height and the team’s top running back, and Patrick Flynn, 19, a hulking blonde sporting a surfer’s tan, a hulking linebacker who made a name for himself in the Big 10 clearing the field for Jamal’s game winning touchdowns. Pat’s biceps were as thick as Michaela’s thighs.

She had met Todd in her first week at Bellamy. Despite her knee-jerk indifference to all things sports, she could not help but flush at the sight of his shredded body as he threw the football around outside their dorm. Images of Michelangelo’s David, Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man, or Crazy Stupid Love-era Ryan Gosling danced in her head as she gazed at him running across the grass. Watching him, wanting him, she tried to pull out every art history precedent for appreciating the form of a strong man. 

But hidden in the midnight hour, while her roommate Brittney slept across the room, Michaela’s fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. She cupped, massaged and squeezed her mound with its delicious and growing hunger. She had to admit when she was watching Todd there was nothing academic about appreciating the aesthetic beauty of the human form. 

Michaela wanted him to fuck her. 

She wanted to feel the bounty of all his hard work, all his years of careful eating, the countless hours of physical striving that sculpted his muscle into oak hardness. She wanted all of it to rage across her soft curves as he devoured her, feasted on her, and filled her with all his greedy strength.

Even now, so long after she and Todd had begun their friends-with-benefits relationship, she still had a hard time thinking of herself with a tall, rock hard, muscle-bound football player. She had even tried to quit him several times, but none of the other guys on campus could compare. The men of Bellamy struck her more like strutting boys on their way to becoming insufferable bores. 

After tonight, she would have to admit her idea of what went on with close-knit football players was very far off the mark. For as “shocking,” as experimenting, as much of a rebel as she fancied herself to be, after tonight, Michaela would wonder if Todd and his roommates were the real rule breakers.

With relief, she saw the little apartment building tucked away under a cluster of old oaks. The walk over had been a torture of anticipation, so she couldn’t pound loud enough on Todd’s door.

“Oh, I’m sorry miss, the socialist blog collective moved out,” Todd said, relaxing on his porch as Michaela stepped up his walk. “All we have in here now are the finest young men Coach Johnson has to lead.”

“Very funny,” Michaela said. She loved to have Todd tease her. As much as she liked to see herself as a tough, competent, 21st century woman, she loved the way he liked to circle her, poke her, play around with the stereotypes of the circles they ran in. She liked how he tried to let the air out of her without ever slipping into cruelty or meaning a word of it. Feeling their opposing qualities pull them together and swing them around, reveling in unconventional attraction, had the special sweetness of a forbidden thrill.

And she loved to hurl it right back.

“No, I’m looking for the place with the two albino gorillas who are living with the fastest running back in the Midwest,” Michaela said. Taking the steps to the porch and letting herself in, she nodded to Jamal who was splayed on the trashed couch inside the living room. He lifted his chin in a familiar gesture. 

“Hi Jamal,” she said.

“Sup Micha,” Jamal said. Michaela smiled and looked back at Todd. 

“I’ve found the running back,” she said, squeezing Jamal’s bicep. She loved watching the spark dance in Todd’s eye whenever she pretended to come on to one of his roommates. Jabbing a finger at Todd, she added “And I’ve already found one of the gorillas. Where’s Patrick?”

Before Todd could answer, Patrick kicked open the screen door and emerged from the darkness outside with a cooler filled with ice and four kinds of beer.

“Hi Michaela,” Pat said.

“Hey Pat. Party tonight?”

“I wish,” Pat said, thumping the cooler to the kitchen floor.

Todd put a hand up and stage-whispered, “He and Terry broke up.”

“She dumped him,” Jamal said. 

“Oh, shit Pat. That sucks,” Michaela said. “What happened?”

“Fuck if I know,” Pat said, slumping beside Jamal. Even in her rush of sympathy, Michaela couldn’t help but notice the cornucopia of male flesh sitting side by side on the battered couch. “After Econ I texted asking what she was doing tonight and she said she didn’t want to see me anymore. Bam, like that.”

“Did she say why?” Michaela asked. Though he seemed friendly and open, she and Pat had exchanged few words. Now, here she was, hurt and angry for him.

Pat shook his head.

“She was fucking her tutor!” Jamal said, elbowing Pat. His huge form slumped further, Pat didn’t respond.

"She’s been hanging around with her European history tutor a lot.” Todd said. “Or, well, a tutor of European history. Turns out she wasn’t even taking that class this semester. And looks like she blocked him on Snap and Insta. She even unfriended him on Facebook. The hits, they keep coming.”

Michaela leaned against the kitchen counter, the last light of sunset lending a moody glow to the room, turning over the news in her mind. She looked at Pat, sullen and quiet. For a moment she saw the boy inside the man, and her heart warmed for him.

“That is fucking awful,” she said. “You should do something fun.”

The three guys, beers in their hands, looked up to her. Jamal looked puzzled, waving his beer at the video game on the big screen.

“We are,” he said.

“We’re cheering him up,” Todd said. “That’s… That’s why I invited you over.”

Michaela cast an arched eye at Todd. “Oh, really?”

“See, Jamal, Pat and I like to share. We share a Playstation. We share a TV and I thought …” Todd began. He smiled the smile of a man trying to keep a straight face. He cracked and burst out laughing. 

“Ah, damn. I can’t do it. I wanted to take some horrible stance like I was going to hand you off to Jam and Pat, but I can’t. Even I have some morals.”

“You are so fucking twisted,” Michaela said with a rueful smile. She took a beer, twisted the top then flicked the cap at Todd.

“Besides, what makes you think you all could handle me?” Michaela said. 

That got their attention. Jamal’s eyes widened, and Pat’s dour cast perked up. Todd was wordless.

“Ah,” Michaela said, affecting a mocking, dismissive tone. “Too bad. Looks like you guys shrink from an opportunity when push comes to shove.”

She was better at keeping a straight face than Todd, but finally broke out laughing. Todd and Pat joined in, but Jamal only smiled. 

Clicking his lips, Michaela heard him mutter, “You never know, boo.”

Michaela let it go and the evening resumed its course. But as the boys drank, as the sounds of the college neighborhood moving into a Friday evening fluttered around them, the fantasy of the three men before her flickered like a movie seen through fog. Wanting something you cannot have is a great way to be unhappy, Michaela thought. She put the fantasy, with its electric charge of excitement, out of her mind.

Jamal took to his phone, texting up a spell to entice some friendly women over. But as handsome and nice as he was, he was usually more than a little cocky, and with women his more than a little was a lot. After a few hours no one showed up. By the time they floated the idea of going to a bar downtown, they were all a bit toasted and Pat wasn’t feeling it anyway.

So they drank and joked and talked and stayed as the night outside went from cobalt to purple to black.

During a trip to get a drink of water in the kitchen, Todd found Michaela and wrapped his powerful arms around her. His hold was what she loved best about him–immensely strong, gentle, graceful and so elegantly controlled. It made it all the better when she could get him to lose control in bed and unleashed on her with his full force. 

His lips found the skin under her ear and she groaned. Lacing her fingers into his, she leaned her head back on his shoulder, allowing him easier access to her throat. Todd’s kisses flicked down to the joint of her neck and shoulder and Michaela shivered from the sensation of so much power pressed to her soft skin.

“So, couldn’t handle you, huh?” Todd said. His voice was muffled against that tingling patch of skin just under her ear.

“Oh, I know you could,” Michaela said. She was feeling warm from the drinks, safe with Todd and the relaxation of freedom as the evening stretched out before them. She pulled his hands up until they brushed the underside of her breasts through her T-shirt.

“Would you really do that?” Todd asked, nipping at her shoulder. His teeth sent a sharp little spark to the warmth building between her legs. 

“What?”

“Take on three guys at once?”

Michaela came out of her reverie for a moment, considering how to answer. She didn’t want to lie to Todd, but she also knew the danger of the question.

“Would you fuck three cheerleaders at once?”

Todd froze behind her. She was just beginning to wonder if even that flawless logic was too much for his ego when he closed his arms tighter around her. His biceps pressed her arms, and the shape of his hardening cock pressed her ass through her skirt.

“Again you mean?” Todd asked. After a moment, Michaela slapped his hands.

“Silly,” Michaela said.

“Besides, it’s not like it would be three emo crybabies,” Michaela said. “You know I’ve got a secret thing for football players.”

“That’s true,” he said, bringing his massive palm up to cup her left breast. Michaela’s breath drew in with a sharp gasp. She pushed her ass back to feel his member behind her, wiggling it so the shaft nestled between her cheeks through the folds of her skirt.

“Would you ever be able to look at me the same way again?” Michaela teased, reaching back to bring his lips to hers. “Would I be too slutty for an all American football hero?”

Todd just laughed and kissed her with slow, sweeping brushes of his lips. His fingers closed over her breast, the skin of his hand perfectly covering her flesh even as her nipple stiffened. She could not get enough of his power when she was in this mood. As much as she loved the discussions and ideas and imaginations of the boys in her art and history classes, none of them were ever able to let themselves go and take her in bed. Some were so eager to show their respect for her it felt like they were trying to do it correctly rather than for pleasure. Others were so unassertive she often found herself guiding them through their sessions, telling them step by step what she wanted. It was tiring.

Todd was not like that. He was at ease and confident about his thirst for her, his love of sex, the thrill of lust, and he could understand something her arty boys never could grasp: He could fuck her like a a brute, rut with her like an animal without disrespecting her. A football player more progressive than an intellectual artistic boy. Michaela loved the surprises of college.

“Too slutty? No, you’re perfect,” Todd said. “You’re exactly what I like. And who knows. Sometimes brothers who play together… play together.” 

The smile on Todd’s face told her he didn’t have the usual aversion men had when it came to sharing a woman with another man.

“Oh, really?” Michaela said. Despite the joking notion of taking Todd and Jamal and Pat at once, the idea sent a strong, dizzying flush down her body which coalesced into a pinching, building knot in her clit.

“Well, friends should share, right?” Todd said. 

“Are you serious?” Michaela asked, giving the question as much seriousness as she dared.

He considered for a moment. As he thought, Michaela couldn’t see the normal sour feelings of meanness and jealousy which arise in callous men. No such expression colored Todd’s face. She could see he was not about to remake her in his mind as some harlot because she dared to show some interest.

“I’m not sure,” he said, giving her an enigmatic grin. “I guess I can’t know how serious I am until I know how serious you are.” 

She could hear the teasing in his voice, the dare to find her limits. He wasn’t going to push, but would be there to see how far this went. He had always dropped lewd hints about his exploits, like the one about taking cheerleaders in a group, but she always laughed them off. Now, she wondered just how far he had explored. What had he done before her, without her?

Todd could see her next rejoinder forming behind her eyes. He silenced her with his lips pressed hers again. Michaela’s only response to his teasing hint was a low, guttural groan against his probing tongue.

Her breath was deepened with every stroke of his lips on hers. Images of moving to his bedroom began rising in her heating mind when a voice called from the front room.

“Hey Todd, beer me!” Pat called.

The kisses slowed and then stopped, even as Todd’s lips still pressed hers. He groaned. 

“Okay, just a sec,” Todd said, pulling back to look at Michaela. “Damn.”

“Soon,” Michaela said. Before he could act, Michaela darted to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and headed to the living room.

Pat and Jamal were now inside playing a video game in the dark of the living room. Pat sat in the middle of the tattered couch, while Jamal half sat, half laid on a recliner. Neither one lifted their eyes from the game as Pat took the beer.

“Thanks Micha,” Pat said. Todd joined them, sitting beside Pat in the pale blue glow of the TV. 

Deciding to have some fun, Michaela sat reversed on Todd’s lap and kept her eyes to the screen. As Pat and Jamal played on, teamed up in the game as some kind of superheroes saving a city from alien invasion, Michaela ground her ass on Todd’s lap, feeling his cock stir and stiffen again.

Michaela couldn’t place why but watching Jamal and Pat play together as heroes instead of bloody soldiers trying to kill each other gave her a warm feeling. It was like she could see past their brash, macho exterior into something about them. Or maybe it was just a fun game. Or maybe she was in a fevered state feeling Todd’s cock against her ass becoming thick and full as her hips made circles on his lap.

As she felt him harden, Michaela couldn’t help but want to urge him on. Even through the fevered urge blooming between her legs, the fading glow of the beer in her system, she felt herself tiptoeing into an unknown field of lust. As Pat and Jamal played beside them, she pressed her ass down, so she could feel Todd’s cock snug between her cheeks, and slide her ass back towards him, the drag of her flesh and her skirt pulling up his stiff length.

Todd groaned. Michaela could hear the clicking and flicking sounds from the video game controllers falter for a moment, then resume their furious pace. Looking at Jamal, she could tell he was doing his best to not look at her. The thought of her performance on Todd galvanizing the attention of Jamal and Pat gave her an excitement that was richer, more intense, more dangerous than she had felt before. 

A sprinkle of sweat rose across her brow and Michaela wondered if she should rein it in. But the thought of Todd and his two teammates taking her body, all of their strength, their hunger, their hardness cascading over her in a mad rush of the lust centered only on her was so tempting.

With her ass still snug to Todd’s lap, she leaned back on him, resting her head on his shoulder again. His hands came to rest on her stomach as her T-shirt slid up to show her naked belly. Letting her mind wander and settle, she watched Jamal and Pat play on, the clicking of their nimble fingers on the controllers filling the silence. Every few moments, she could see Pat glance at her out of the corner of his eye. Jamal soon joined in, stealing furtive looks as she lay on the massive frame of their roommate.

Feeling them trying to not look at her, their concentration so focused on the TV as her presence dragged their attention to her supine body, brought a sensation of control and mastery. Seeing men this powerful, strong and virile trying to keep themselves from her was an intoxicating rush.

“So when are your ladies coming over Jamal?” Michaela asked to distract herself. She realized his phone had stopped humming every other moment. “I thought you said you were going to bring some hotties over to cheer Pat up.”

He clicked his lips again and waved his head to the side. “Fucked out. Ain’t coming.”

Jamal gave her a look as his fingers flew over his controller, as if he were trying to decode her. 

“Oh,” Michaela said as he kept his gaze on her. “That’s too bad.”

“Looks like we’re one for three,” Jamal said. “Todd’s the only one winning tonight.”

His eyes were direct and open, not teasing, not judging. Michaela found it difficult to break away his gaze. She also couldn’t shake the feeling he could see where the wheels in her mind were turning.

Behind her, she could feel Todd pull in his breath and exhale it in a warm gust running over the back of her neck and chest. She shivered from the delightful sensation, the contrast between the feathery brush of air and the hard slabs of muscle under her thighs, against her ass, pressing her back. Here she was, displaying this before his two roommates. She felt wonderfully naughty, and just a bit guilty. But not too guilty.

Michaela looked to Pat, who was becoming bolder in his glances. She found herself looking at him for as long as she ever had, his blue eyes watching, almost innocent as he looked at her perched on his teammate’s lap. 

Then the moment came. 

The moment where the dancing fantasy drifts from the abstract to something with a chance of happening.

Todd’s hands slid up from her stomach, flicking under her T-shirt to slide up her skin until his massive paws were cupping each breast through her bra. She could feel her T-shirt tighten and stretch with Todd’s massive forearms and hard hands moving inside. As his fingers closed on her nipples through her bra, Michaela couldn’t help to let her needful cry fill the room.

Pat’s eyes stayed on her, even as she could feel her own half close with lust. 

This is what it feels like to give into temptation, some far away part of her mind realized. She did not even think to stop Todd as Pat watched. His eyes on her as Todd played with her unlocked something wild in her nerves. It had never felt so arousing to be touched as Pat’s eyes traced her body along with Todd’s hands.

Michaela looked over to see Jamal’s hands still, his controller hanging from his grip, motionless. There was a scalding heat rising inside her. None of the tender, soft feelings of love or sweetness, wonder or warmth were here. This was something pure, deep and intoxicating in its unalloyed lust.

“Better be careful,” she whispered to Todd. “You don’t want to start something you can’t stop.”

“This is only going as far as you want it to,” Todd said. He pulled down one of the cups of her bra and his fingers pinched her stiffness. Her groan filled every ear in the room. Michaela’s eyes slammed shut with the sensation. 

When she opened them, she saw Pat again. Now he was turned to her, making no show of pretending not to watch. His video game controller was on the couch beside him. 

“Are you ready?” she asked him despite herself. It was almost as if something else in her, some fearless, heedless part of herself had taken control of her body and voice. 

Pat nodded. Michaela smiled at his sweet eagerness in the face of the lust consuming her. She felt Todd’s mouth on the nape of her neck and fought to keep her eyes open even as her gaze moved to Jamal.

“Are you ready?” she asked him.

He gave her his best confident grin. “That’s one you gotta answer.”

Michaela fought to keep her voice steady as Todd did his best to fire the need inside her: lips on her neck, fingers squeezing her breasts, palms dragging across her nipples, his cock thick and hard under her.

“If we do this… we have to stop if I say,” she said.

Pat and Jamal nodded. Their assent was like another set of hands on her.

“Put your phones on the table,” she said. “No pictures.”

They nodded again. Jamal shifted in the chair to face her, sliding his phone to the table. Pat pointed distractedly towards his room.

“It’s on my charger,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

Oh my God, this is happening, Michaela thought. Rising on trembling legs, she looked back to Todd to see a strange smile on his face. It was teasing, daring, marveling and excited. 

Standing before them, she wanted to say something, but nothing worthy came to mind. Whatever this was going to be was already moving, and Michaela was shocked at her eagerness to see where it flowed, even as she was intent on controlling it. 

Pinching the hem of her T-shirt, Michaela lifted it off her body in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor in a whisper of fabric. Taking a few steps, she oriented herself in the center of the room, the glow of the TV behind her, facing her three Bears with their wide eyes and open mouths. She suspected in some distant corner of her mind she may feel different about this later, but at this moment she felt like an erotic goddess. 

Standing before them, she slipped her hands up her spine and unhooked her bra. It dropped from her breasts slowly, revealing her lush curves to their feasting eyes. Holding it out, she swung it so it fell at Pat’s feet. He picked it up. Michaela smiled at his bewildered expression, unsure what to do with it.

“Come on, boys,” she said. “This isn’t going to happen if I’m the only one getting naked.”

Todd, Pat and Jamal stood as though the furniture was electrified. For a moment none moved. Pat looked to Jamal. Jamal looked to Todd. A heartbeat before the others, Todd tore off his shirt as though it was on fire. In a flash his brothers followed like they were trying to win a quick-draw race. 

Hands on her hips, Michaela slid her thumbs to hook the band of her skirt and panties at once. Before sliding them off, she stood, teasing her reveal. Her body swayed side to side, gazing at the mass of muscles revealed before her. Tossing their shirts aside, she enjoyed taking in their revealed forms.

Pat was first, new to her, and he was huge. He was taller, bigger, with a massive trunk holding him up. Michaela suspected he would become fat after leaving football, but right now he was a stone hard mountain of a man. His chest was massive, not quite as defined as Todd’s, and covered under swaths of black hair. 

Todd, as she had already enjoyed, was what girls loved when they described a guy as cut. Every muscle stood out. He was tight, packed and delicious. His smile, a tart mix of daring and gentleness, injected her with a final confidence. The last of her nerves fled.

Jamal was another revelation. Shorter than Todd and Pat, his body was less packed with muscles but held its own treasures. Every ounce of fat was burned off his coffee-colored skin. Even before his shorts came down, the sight of his thighs peeking out from under his basketball shorts made her mouth wet.

Seeing them bare to the waist, like three gladiators arrayed around her, made it difficult to think. Her heart pounded in her chest, from self-conscious thoughts, from a thirst to have them all, from the strange surprise of this fantasy coalescing out of an unplanned night. 

Without another thought, she finally slid her thumbs down her hips, taking her skirt and panties to the floor. Hearing their involuntary groans of desire was a dream. Pat looked at her with a simple lust. Todd leaned back a bit, almost as if appreciating her anew as his friends saw the curves, lips and wonders he had been enjoying alone for more than a year. Looking to Jamal, Michaela saw his head crooked to the side, an attempt at coolness in his expression, but his smile and the little marveling shake told her he was loving every inch of her. All she wore now was her black boots.

Looking to Pat, she arched her brow.

“Well?”

The room was filled with the light sounds of waistbands sliding on skin and strong men trying to control themselves. She looked to Todd, his familiar cock somehow looked new to her as it stood out proud, proportional and stirring from his heartbeat. 

Looking to Pat, she couldn’t stop her mouth from gaping and her eyes flaring. He was bigger than she had ever seen in real life. His cock was just as large, round and thick as she could have hoped with a man of his wonderful size. It was so big it didn’t rise as high as Todd’s even though she could tell it was hard as a bat. 

For a moment, she wondered how much was too much of a good thing. She had heard about men so large they hurt, but had never experienced it. There was a nervous, watery excitement in her pelvis. She finally gave his timid eyes an appreciative glance before looking to Jamal.

As cool as he tried to act, she could see his excitement. He was as hard as his teammates, with a cock similar to Todd’s, but on his smaller frame it looked impressive and inviting. He winked at her as she caught his eye and she couldn’t help but giggle.

Between her thighs, she could feel her excitement. Shifting her weight, she could feel the silken difference in how her skin moved against itself when she was aroused. Wetness glossed her lips, inching down her thighs. It felt so lewd and so perfect.

There was a last moment of stillness before Todd stepped to her. Her breathing ramped up as her darkest, deepest fantasy commenced. He came to her from behind, the smooth skin of his cock pressing the curve of her ass, his hands on her shoulders. Breath, then lips, found her neck. Todd knew it drove her wild and now his kisses on her neck nearly took her ability to stand. 

A breathy groan left her lips as she saw Pat coming to her from the right, Jamal from the left. In a moment her world had condensed to the warm column of air trapped between these three men with her at the center. As though with a mind of their own, her hands lifted to slide behind Jamal and Pat’s necks, fingers slid up into their hair, guiding them to her. 

There was a jumble of electric sensations as their bodies first touched hers, firm ab muscles sliding over her soft skin, a hand on her hip squeezing, the hollow of a big, hard hand coming to hold her breast. 

Her eyes closed at her first kiss with Pat. He was just as delightful as Todd, but in a different way. His lips were larger, plumper, softer and sweeter. Pat kissed her with a simple motion, quiet and almost chaste. The sensation was somehow more cute and endearing given the tumult of carnal attention she was taking. Feeling Todd’s kisses and nibbles on her neck and shoulder gave an amplifying sensation to it all.

After taking his kisses for long, exploring moments, she pulled back and turned to Jamal. His lips were not quite as soft as Pat’s, but even more full. She found her mouth opening hard against his, his tongue sliding into her with a roughness that was a vibrant, scintillating contrast to Pat’s softness. As Jamal kissed her, one hand on her hip, his other snaked up to feel her breast. 

Michaela massaged the back of Pat’s neck as he watched Todd and Jamal on her, a silent communication she wanted to feel him still as Jamal’s kiss was more aggressive.

Realizing Jamal’s fingers was lifting her left breast while Pat closed her right in his enormous palm was a sensation unlike anything she had imagined. The tingles through her nerves prompted a long, animal groan in her throat.

For a moment it was too much to take. She broke her kiss from Jamal and craned her neck up. Eyes shut, Michaela let out a long moan. The pleasure was too much to feel in silence. The swirling sensations of three men on her at the same time soon melded from discrete feelings to one wonderful, consuming torrent. 

I could enjoy this forever, she thought.

Her reverie was sharpened by fingers sliding up the cleft of her pussy to brush her clit. The gentle touch gave her a feeling so radiant she screamed in shock and delight. 

The intensity of every light brush was disorienting. The taboo of feeling three men on her, mixed with the normal pleasures of yielding her body to a strong man, gave every motion a new fire. Every groan was followed with a shocked giggle.

Why is this so different, she wondered. Her every sense was set to a high and deliciously sensitive pitch. Every new moment was a revelation of lust. As her head went back with a blissful cry, she felt Todd behind her, her cheek brushing his. As Jamal and Pat touched her, she wound her arm around Todd’s head to pull him into a thankful kiss. Lips sliding along familiar lips, comforting and heated, Michaela gave out muffled groans as she felt Pat’s mouth close over one nipple while Jamal’s lips and teeth pinched the other. 

The pleasure reverberated in her and she felt as though the control of her muscles was leaving her. No longer was she standing, but leaning against Todd, arching back as Pat and Jamal licked and kissed her breasts. Their hands clutched at her thighs and ass, curving around her to each brush her wetness with alternating strokes. 

The feeling of being mauled was delectable.

Michaela’s knees gave way and she knew she had to wrestle herself back into control. But before she could tear herself out of the sensations, six hands were on her, holding her up and keeping her between them.

As pleasure coursed through her, a beautiful, silken light spread through every limb, she felt massive arms curl around her thighs and realized Pat was on his knees before her. With minimal effort he shifted her so he was between her feet with her thighs on his massive shoulders. With feet off the floor she felt his nose nuzzle between her wet lips. 

At the very same moment, Jamal’s kisses flitting back and forth between her wet, hard nipples, pulling them into his mouth with a twisting suction so sweet she felt like crying. Through it all, Todd stood behind her, his muscled trunk hard, supporting, warm and welcoming against her. 

Pleasures, somehow feathery and overwhelming began to radiate through her with a power she had never experienced. 

Pat’s arms held her legs open, his massive hands pressing her skin, holding her ass, pulling her wetness to his face. In a twisted way, he felt like one of those rubber and steel restraining bars on extreme rollercoasters. Once slammed shut, they held her snug and immovable until the ride was over. Pat’s massive strength, wound so tight around her supple legs, felt like unyielding steel. She loved it.

The next moment every other sensation vanished except for his tongue on her clit. The feeling was so sharp it came like a humming, jarring, electric shock. Not a sensation which reminded her of a shock, but one so bold, so stark, so vivid she wondered if she had actually received a static electricity shock from his tongue. Her scream of surprise and pleasure, so bracing she wondered if it was a kind of pain, filled the room.

On her chest, Jamal continued with his mouth. His tight, hard sucking, his mouth closed hard against her nipple, felt like a wonder of its own. He pulled her flesh into his mouth with such force she was sure there would be love bruises tomorrow. The intensity gave its own notes to the impending climax Pat drove on from below.

Inwardly, she reveled. Even at her young age, she knew there would not be many more nights in her life like this.

As Jamal licked on, his gorgeous eyes looking up at her from the swell of her chest, another naughty series of actions began to play out behind her. Still standing against her, Todd’s arms curled around and stroked her, his lips on her neck. Against her ass his cock had grown into a thick, familiar temptation. But it was a temptation for more than her.

Still licking and stroking her with his tongue, Pat’s hands holding her ass to him shifted and moved, squeezing her, tightening and loosening his grip, while at the same time brushing against Todd’s hardness. After a few movements, which could be written away as accidental fumblings, she could feel one of Pat’s hands lift away and curl around Todd’s cock. 

At once, the motion set off a new fire inside her. Behind her, Todd made the familiar groan of passionate, accomplished pleasure she knew so well. In front of her, Pat’s licks went from big, flat sweeps of his tongue to the tip circling her clit just so. Hearing Todd behind her, imagining the desires pushing Pat to grab and stroke him, another taboo in the football world, pushed Michaela beyond her limits. 

She began to come. And it did not stop. Michaela’s fingers clenched so tightly in Pat’s hair, she feared she could hear his hair rip at her wrenching yanks. As she quivered from one wave to the next, her breaths and screams coming out in gusts, cries, heedless wails, everything in the world vanished for a one black, beautiful moment.

After, there was a moment of silence. She could not tell if it was in the room, or in her head with her overloaded brain, not being able to process anything beyond the slowly fading pleasure. As she came back to herself, Michaela found she was standing again on watery legs, grinning with a mad happiness at the men around her.

She eyed them through a gauzy haze of half sated lust and growing excitement at what more was to come.

“I think we need some condoms,” she said, looking to Todd. 

He nodded, his own face and chest flushed, and he disappeared into the dark hall towards his room. She saw his eyes flick to Pat, and wondered if this was a bold opening move between them, or a new revelation of buried passions between them laid bare to her for the first time.

Her eyes moved to Pat, his massive physique was a strange alluring mix of teddy bear and dance club bouncer.

“Sit on the couch. I want to do something to make your night better,” she said. 

“Okay,” was all he could say. He stepped around the coffee table and sank to the couch. His huge foot pressed the table and he shoved it away, giving Michaela space in front of him. 

Taking Jamal’s hand, she guided him to the couch, letting him drop beside Pat. 

Sinking to her knees between Pat’s legs, Michaela slid her left hand down her body slick with sweat. Her lips were soaking from what they had done and what she was anticipating, and she slid her fingers and palm along her sopping pussy. With her right hand, she took a hold of Pat’s girth.

Holding him, his cock as thick and nearly wide as a beer bottle, Jamal beside her, she had the feeling of orchestrating an orgy. There was so much open to her, so much to handle and take. 

A brief wonderment came over her, the idea of being able to satisfy and sate three men spinning in her mind, but soon it faded. Something deeper, more craven and hungry knew she could do it and was eager to start.

Her fingers wet from her own hunger, she took hold of Jamal’s cock, wrapping her wet fingers around him to give him a slick, sliding tug. She was rewarded with his deep moan as her wet grip moved up and down his cock. Having two men, one in each hand, was a wicked glimpse into a heaven built on sin.

With her eyes on Pat, she lowered her mouth and kissed his hard, wide crown. Its firmness on her lips was dizzying. The feeling of him in her hand was amazing. With his length and girth, it didn’t move as other cocks she had enjoyed, with so much weight, so hard with so much blood, it swayed rather than bounced. 

At that, Michaela opened her mouth and took him in. Almost immediately she had a guilty pang at the thought of the woman who had dumped Pat. Not that she felt bad for the girl, but wondered if she left because he was just so fucking big. Opening herself as wide as she could, she could barely slide her mouth down his shaft before a gag threatened in the back of her throat. As difficult as it was to suck, she knew she had to have him.

Looking up at him, she could see questions in his eyes as she traced her tongue down the underside of his shaft. Kissing him, she tried to show him with her eyes the desire she felt.

“I already know you’re going to be something special,” she said.

Behind her, Michaela heard creaks in the hall. Curling her neck back to look, she could only imagine the tawdry sight of her here, on her knees, with a cock in each hand. 

Todd stood by the coffee table, dropping a pack of condoms and flicking open a bottle of lube. 

“Thank you for inviting me tonight, Todd,” she said. He laughed along with her. “Don’t you go anywhere.”

She saw him lean against the arm of the couch, watching her as she lifted herself from Pat and took a condom and the lube. 

Holding the condom with a nasty wink, she gave it to Pat.

“Put this on big boy,” she said. Pat tore open the pack as Michaela twisted to Jamal. With one hand she took his cock in her grasp again, with the other she dripped a string of clear lube onto his shaft. His head was back, his eyes half closed, surrendered to her motions. Seeing him there, helpless in his need for what she offered, she thumbed the lid closed and dropped it. 

Both hands moved over Jamal’s dark flesh, glossy with lube.

“Oh fuck Todd. Your girl is…” Jamal’s voice trailed off in a grunt of pleasure as she rolled his balls with her delicate fingers before sliding her grip up and down his shaft. 

“You like that, Jamal?” Michaela teased. 

“Fuck, you know it,” he said before another series of grunts and moans took his voice. 

“You are all so fucking sexy,” Michaela said in a fever of desire. “This is all so fucking hot. I am going to wear you all out, you big, strong fucking men.”

There was a snap of rubber and Michaela’s attention came back to Pat. She looked over to see his impressive shaft wrapped tight in pale latex. The sight made her almost cry with the craving it evoked. With Pat’s cock still in the corner of her eye, she leaned over his leg, her nipples tickled by the skin and hair on his massive thigh, and flicked her thumb on the under head of Jamal’s cock.

Now with both hands on Jamal, she jerked him with a tight, soft, slick grip. She was rewarded with a desperate, hungry cry.

“Give it to me Jamal,” she said. “Don’t hold back. Come for me. I want to see it.”

His hand, wide with long fingers so skilled at holding a football, grasped her forearm as he careened to his release. There was another rising cry, louder and expansive, as his back arched and his eyes went wide and soft. A moment later Michaela was rewarded with a squeezing, pulsing sensation in his shaft and an eruption of white fluid. Jamal spent himself, splashing his thighs and stomach with his climax.

Heedless, Michaela took a twisted pride in finishing Jamal, wiping her hand with a shirt on the floor beside her. Pat was watching her as Michaela’s attention came back to him.

“Okay,” she said, with the tone of someone psyching themselves up to jump off a high dive. “Now you don’t move. I’m in charge, understand?”

“Yes,” Pat said. She climbed up to straddle his lap and felt the warm press of his massive palms on her hips. As she settled herself, Michaela saw Todd watching with a distant smile on his face, like he was watching a sunrise or admiring a forest. He was simply looking, watching, taking in something from the world he never expected to see. Michaela gave him a knowing smile, as if it were an inside joke. 

“You’re going to get something special too when I get to you,” she said. Todd pursed his lips as if holding in a laugh, but said nothing.

Feeling under her, Michaela closed her fingers around Pat’s shaft and had a jolt of nerves. Her fingers could not close around him. With him poised just at her opening, she could feel herself dripping onto him. The realization she could have him if only she would slip down overwhelmed her fears. 

With one hand on his shoulder for balance, Michaela shifted her hips and felt the nub of his head flick over her pelvis and nuzzle in just where her lips parted. All she had to do was fall. Her breath rose again, in quiet heaves as she girded herself. Pat looked at her, a softness in his eyes, stark and endearing in its contrast with the hard object of lust between his legs.

Slipping down, she felt his head part her, widening her lips as she sank, feeling as though it was pushing up even as she descended. Easing down, Michaela’s mouth opened involuntarily with a long, surrendering keen. 

Though she would never tell Todd, she knew half way through this initial stroke why some women craved and hunted big cocks. It wasn’t that he felt so much better than Todd, but with his flesh so snug inside, so full and beating, she felt so much… more. For the first time in her life she knew what it was to be truly filled.

After an agony of pleasure, grinding her hips, acclimating herself to Pat’s glorious thickness inside of her, Michaela brought herself up just to slide down again, long motions dragging out the pleasure of his flesh impaling her.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, despite herself. She could hear the thorough satisfaction in her own voice. Her eyes flung open to see Todd watching, the first shadow of concern on his face. While this was the first time she had fucked more than one man at once, Michaela didn’t need anyone to tell her how sensitive men could be about their equipment. 

Holding her hand out, she beckoned Todd to her.

“Come here,” she said, rising on her legs again. Todd knelt on the couch on the other side of Pat. Without a thought, Michaela wound her hand around his neck and pulled him into a hungry, snarling kiss. She wanted him to know she still wanted him. She wanted to thank him without words. She wanted to kiss her special friend even while she sweated through fucking his roommate.

As her body rocked on Pat, the kiss with Todd broke, and still she wanted him close. Even as he tried to pull back, her hand cradled the back of his head, her wet forehead pressing to his. 

“You are so fucking sexy,” she whispered to Todd. With a hard thrust from below, she chirped out a gasp. Pat was asserting himself even as she kissed Todd. Pulling back, she smiled back and forth between Todd and Pat with a sinister gleam in her eye.

Gently, she used her fingers in Todd’s hair to slowly guide him to Pat. 

Eyeing Michaela, almost as if she was daring him, Todd resisted at first. His look moved to Pat. There was a moment of stillness, broken only by the impossible pleasure Michaela felt rising and falling on Pat’s thickness. When Pat did not move, Todd moved closer on his own, closing the intimate distance until his lips were on Pat’s.

“Oh, shit,” Michaela heard from behind her. It was Jamal. She reached out her left hand, not able to tear her eyes away from the wonderful image before her. Somehow, feeling Pat under her, thrusting up, fucking her like such a stud while his lips pressed to Todd’s broke away every label for what was happening. Pat couldn’t very well be gay while he was fucking a hot young co-ed, after all. 

Michaela didn’t know how they rationalized it, or even if they did. What she did know is she could see a real heat between Pat and Todd, and she could not watch it enough.

There was no word for this. It was a perfect landscape of undiscovered lust. Michaela knew she would seek to repeat this feeling for the rest of her life.

Then she wanted it all. As Todd and Pat explored their kiss, showing a kind of firm softness known only between two men, Michaela looked to Jamal. She wanted to kiss him, to feel Pat, to hear Todd and Pat. When she turned to Jamal, his eyes were wide, wondering, fascinated by seeing his teammates tenderness toward one another.

His eyes finally snapped away as Michaela wound her arm around his neck and pulled him into her lips. The feeling was like a kiss and nothing like a kiss. The pressure of Jamal’s mouth on hers, strong and wonderful, mixed with Todd’s warmth on her body from the other side, Pat’s strong thighs under her, his pillar of flesh churning up into her… every sensation played off and amplified every other.

As Jamal’s mouth opened and she felt his thick tongue slide over hers, it was too much. Three strong, young, hungry men around her, lavishing her, each other, with new and powerful lust was too much. Her lips tore away from Jamal’s as she screamed out another orgasm.

As her firing nerves shuddered through her, she felt Pat’s complex of hard flesh tighten as well. Through the swelter of careening pleasure, she saw Todd back away as Pat’s huge hands grasped her waist, yanking her down as his massive hips bucked up. If he hadn’t held her so hard, Michaela was sure she would have flown back into the coffee table by the force of his thrust. But instead, Pat held her hard to him, not letting her little body move as his hard cock raged up into her. The sensation of being pounded, hard, fast, perfectly was overwhelming. Each filling thrust seemed to spark off in her climax after climax. Finally, Pat bellowed his own release.

Feeling his powerful fingers, thick and hard, clench her hips as his cock erupted inside was a kind of satisfaction Michaela hadn’t felt before. 

Despite working to be a fully realized woman, strong and confident, smart and accomplished, Michaela had to admit at this moment, satisfying these men, she felt like a porn star. She felt like the biggest slut she knew. She felt wanton, desired, kinky. She felt a kind of sinful satisfaction and realized there was not a scrap of guilt or regret in her. She didn’t even feel guilty about not feeling guilty.

With Pat still panting underneath her, Michaela lifted herself. The feeling of his thickness sliding from her body gave her a moment of loss. But her eye on Todd, his face red and wanting, brushed away the gloom.

She brought herself to Todd, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her mouth to his. The familiar feeling of his kiss on her, felt in such quick succession with Jamal’s and Pat’s, made her realize just how good he was. She brushed her cheeks against him, sliding her nose on his face, opening her mouth with a tender slowness. Though she did not say it, she wanted to communicate that these kisses, soft and quiet, were just for him.

“So… are you ready for something special?” she said.

“Yes,” Todd said.

“Good. Because we’re going to be nasty. Now it’s your turn to put on a condom,” Michaela said. “Then lay on the floor.”

Todd did as he was told. In a moment, his pale, taut body, sprinkled with soft brown freckles, was laid out in the pale light of the TV. The way his shaft jutted from the curls of hair made her weak with need, even though so many lurid fantasies had already been fulfilled. 

Walking over to him on shaky legs, Michaela grabbed the bottle of lube. Todd’s look, eagerness mixed with