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A Tale of Two Families Ch. 01

By: Lauries Husband



"I must say, darling, Little Thomas isn't giving it up the way he used to." And although there was a smile on her lips when she spoke, the sparkle in her sky blue eyes that had accompanied true mirth for the last twenty years was absent. He sighed a little and shrugged his shoulders as he tried to seem as concerned about the situation as she was.

She held his mostly flaccid penis tightly in her fingers as she stroked it back and forth, willing it to stiffen in her grip. It wasn't happening. It could have been if she would have been willing to listen to him earlier. Much earlier.

What he wanted to tell her was not anything she wanted to hear. She had made that plain enough soon after bringing Tommy, their son Thomas Larkin III, home from the hospital three months after their first anniversary.

Before that she'd listened. In fact, from the night they'd first met she had hung on his every word. Everything he'd said to her seemed reasonable and somehow, strangely attractive and attainable and it was a wonder to her, never having been in that position with anyone like him before.

Linda Preijac had grown up in the Midwest, in a suburb outside Chicago that her parents couldn't really afford. The first generation eastern-European immigrants worked long hard hours for every dollar that they earned, but the small town was safe and secure and the schools were the finest in the area. Linda proved to be as athletic as she was bright and took advantage of the community activities and teams and the coaches the wealthy suburb provided. And if her parents couldn't be there to watch her games or go to her meets because they were working extra shifts to afford it all, well it wasn't the worst thing in the world.

What they missed was the maturation of their daughter from a dirty-blond, scrawny tom-boy to an athletically graceful and bright young woman with top-shelf aspirations. And enough talent in gymnastics to be offered more than one scholarship. 

High school graduation coincided with her eighteenth birthday. When she had told her parents that she would be attending the University's summer session to start gymnastics practice early, they cheerfully packed her things into the family car, drove her to the campus and helped her move into her dorm room. Even though they were exhausted from the long day, her father insisted on saving the cost of a motel room by driving back home that night. They never arrived. A truck driver coming up the opposite side of the highway suffered a stroke and lost control of his rig. He crossed the median and plowed directly into Linda's parents. 

The neighbor that the police contacted was a lawyer who had been friendly with Linda's father. He contacted Linda and made arrangements for her return. Several weeks later, after the funeral and meetings with the insurance company and the transport company that the driver had worked for, Linda returned to school. She owned her home free and clear and had a substantial trust fund set up in her name and administered by her neighbor. Still grieving and still in shock, she moved back into the dorm amidst all the rumors and stories about her making their way through the dorms and across the campus and started her collegiate indoctrination.

Being the cute new gymnast brought Linda a little notoriety, especially as there were fewer students around in the summer. She found that she enjoyed it – it was so much better than continuing to grieve for a family that was never that close to begin with. That she looked like the sexy Girl Next Door didn't do anything to harm her chances in any way to get what she thought she wanted out of life. Several weeks after she'd returned to the campus, her cute looks and her sad, strange story got her into the warm, cozy fraternity house suite shared by the two best-looking men she'd ever met in her short eighteen year history. As a long, hot afternoon fraternity open house had turned into a sultry evening, she let the two charming sophomores lead her up to their room and listened to them as they told her of their past, their childhood and the closeness of their families. 

The shorter one, Marshall, was so smooth and self-effacing as he told her about his family's properties and estates and of their vacations together around the world as they grew up. Thomas, the taller and perhaps slightly more handsome of the two, kept her wine glass filled and his eyes all over her as his best friend spoke. Every time her eyes caught his, she found herself trembling just a little as she realized that he hadn't turned away from her or broken the look they shared – not once.

"So anyway, that's why we're here together, sexy girl." Marshall was smiling at the young blonde, not aware that she'd missed most of what he'd said as she lost herself in Thomas' eyes. "Three more years to become 'gentlemen' and then we're off to play." He paused, expecting something from her. "Linda?"

"Oh gosh," she turned a deep rose color realizing she'd missed what he'd said, "I'm so sorry. I was just… you know…lost for a second. What did you say, Marshall?" She turned her head away from Thomas very reluctantly.

The flush of her embarrassment and the swelling of her nipples against the soft grey athletic department tee-shirt she wore seemed to bind the three of them in their knowledge and acceptance of her arousal. When she looked at Marshall, his eyes were shifting between her chest and her face, never apologizing in any way for his interest. When she looked back at Thomas, he was looking as well. Only she noticed Thomas also shifting his gaze to his friend…watching Marshall enjoying the hot little coed made him smile and his eyes get bright.

As for herself, Linda had never been in a situation even close to this. Little things that Marshall had said began to run through her mind and she was confused but at the same time more turned on than she could ever remember. 

Marshall caught her eyes again and smiled gently at the young freshman sitting before him. Though only a sophomore himself (as was Thomas) he was mature beyond his years. "No problem, sexy, I can see that you are a little pre-occupied." His hand reached out and his fingers gently stroked her cheek. "He is a handsome devil, isn't he?" They both looked at Thomas and then laughed as their eyes met again. "What I was saying was that Thomas' father is a lawyer with only one client – my dad. When 'Handsome' over here," he swept his hand towards his friend, "graduates from Law School, he'll go to work for his father and I'll be working for mine." He smiled at the girl as he appreciated her physical attributes more and more. He took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes and Marshall saw the sparkle in her eyes even before Thomas did. "So do you think you'd be interested in that kind of a life, Linda? Full of excesses and all kinds of liberating pleasure?"

"When you say it like that, Marshall, who wouldn't?" Linda's mouth turned up at the corners and she couldn't stop her little giggle. She wasn't sure if it was from trying to understand 'liberating pleasure' of just from too much wine. As soon as she'd smiled, they both heard Thomas' moan and she felt her little pussy start to moisten and tingle. Marshall noticed her nipples getting harder immediately.

"No, really, I'm not joking. Look," he said, "we've spent hours together tonight and you haven't run off screaming. In fact, although I find you totally adorable myself, I think you have your eye on my best friend and future millionaire lawyer." She gasped. "Turn around, sexy, and you'll see that he's as attracted as you are."

She did. He was. At least the bulge in his jeans seemed to give that impression. She looked into Thomas' eyes and saw instant adoration. The limber and lithe blond gymnast, her vixen face as cute as her body was hard and tight, was everything he'd ever dreamed about. It was obvious – he wanted her now and forever. They all saw it.

The tall young man, athletically trim and graceful was, the more she thought about it, the best looking man she'd every personally met. He was extremely nice as well, and along with the bulge she'd noticed a few moments earlier, he was, she'd thought, pretty much the whole package.

"So, our sexy little gymnast," they heard the 'our' and Linda heard Thomas groan as her tiny pink pussy started to moisten in anticipation, "if you just say you'll marry him now, we can all save the ti…" 

Marshall stopped speaking as Linda dropped to her knees in front of Thomas. She looked up at the shocked young man, knowing with full certainty that this was not a planned event, and put her hand on his thigh. She stopped momentarily and giggled almost silently as she realized that she still had to check one more thing for herself. Slowly and resolutely, simply amazed and more than a little shocked at her own boldness, the little blond coed slid her hand higher on his thigh. Three sets of eyes saw her fingers inch higher and the bulge in his jeans grow a little larger until she held him against her hand through the material. She gave him a tender squeeze and smiled again when he moaned his appreciation. 

The smile dropped from her face for just a moment. "Really, what you said," she turned and faced Marshall, "about your fathers and business and everything…true? No bullshit?" He nodded. She turned back to Thomas. "Have you guys ever done or said anything like this before? With any other little coed cuties?"

He shook his head, still appearing in shock. "No…never."

She put her hand over his hard organ. She was a small girl and she was glad that it wasn't overly large. "And you want this, Thomas? Really? You don't even know me."

He nodded again and spoke like he was almost in a trance. "I know I want you, Linda, now and forever. I know I will love you more and more every day as we come to know each other. And if you find that you can't or don't love me and you want to walk away…I will understand. But yes," he pulled her up to her feet and still towered over her, "I want this more than I can say, Linda. Marry me…please say you will." Thomas dropped down to his knees, facing the beautiful young girl who had absolutely captivated him. "Or at least think about it while we spend every minute we can together." Thomas lowered his head as he tilted Linda's face up to his. He pressed his lips against hers and in an instant they both seemed to know how right it felt. His tongue gently licked across her full lower lip and she opened herself to him. Their tongues met in swirling passion and his arms moved around her, drawing her closer as their first kiss continued.

She had never realized what a kiss could really be until that sultry summer evening. She found it to be an almost fail-safe method of emotional communication. As Thomas explored her mouth with his tongue, Linda lost herself in the feelings he shared and her own strange circumstances. Slowly bringing herself back to semi-rational thought, she found her small, lithe body fit perfectly into the larger torso in front of her. She felt sheltered and protected and safe for the first time since she'd lost her family. Very reluctantly she pulled back from his kiss without leaving the comfort of his arms. 

"Before I answer," the words came haltingly, her mouth suddenly dry, "I need to know something. Marshall, a minute ago you said 'our sexy girl.'" Linda felt small drops of her girl-juice wetting her little white cotton bikini panties. "What exactly does that mean? What is the real story with you two?"

Marshall smiled with warm eyes and a calm demeanor. "We're closer than brothers, darling girl. I told you that before. We have shared everything all our lives. But really, I think you want to hear what Thomas has to say, don't you? He is the one that loves you and wants to marry you." He gave her the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. "I only want to love you."

Linda leaned backwards and pulled Marshall's face to hers and kissed him hard and deep until she ran out of breath. "I think I might want to love you, too," she whispered softly in his ear. She blushed a deep pink before turning back into Thomas' arms. "Tell me, Thomas…tell me everything you want me to hear."

He picked her up easily, almost cradling the adorable young blonde in his long, strong arms and carried her across the room. He settled back against the thickly padded arm of an old leather couch and held her back against his chest, her firm, tight behind resting on his lap and her legs between his. Marshall grabbed their glasses and followed with more wine. After refilling all three glasses, he sat down across from them in a matching chair. Thomas leaned forward to pick up his glass and then settled back at more of an angle, his back resting between the arm and the back cushion of the couch. Linda's legs were pointed directly at Marshall and the only way to hold them comfortably was to put her feet up on the coffee table. She knew…they all knew she was being manipulated into this position. With her feet up on the table, Marshall would have a direct view right between her legs and up into the small gray athletic shorts that barely covered her. 

Linda let the waves of anticipation and pleasure wash through her, her sky blue eyes picking up a fiery glare as she slowly and deliberately moved into position. The glare in her eye caught Marshall first as he shifted his gaze between her white cotton-covered pussy and her lust-driven face. She felt empowered as the wet circle in the crotch of her panties grew under Marshall's penetrating stare. The heat that was building deep in her core was thrilling the inexperienced eighteen year-old. She was fairly sure she knew where the whole experience was leading and she felt strangely calm and accepting of what might happen. For a girl who spent all of her time in high school studying or practicing her sports, who never had a boyfriend or even a steady date, she somehow understood that by accepting, she would be getting a package deal that somehow would include both of these captivating young men. And that realization set her off even more! She turned her face back and the glare in her eyes was mirrored in her future husband's.

"This is what you want, Thomas?" Her voice had a deep, throaty timbre that made both boys shiver. "You want to expose me to your friend…as you try to convince me to marry you – marry a man I just met only hours ago?" He groaned deep in his throat and their lips fused together once more.

Pulling his mouth away from hers was one of the hardest things Thomas Larkin Jr. had ever made himself do. His large hands moved her face forward so she was looking at Marshall before they slid over the gray tee-shirt and down the sides of her trim, fit torso and found her strong, smooth thighs. Slowly, yet very deliberately, Thomas lifted them up and spread her legs further apart before setting them down so her feet could rest on the table. Linda gasped, her breathing ragged and shallow as she allowed herself to be placed into a most vulnerable and exposed position. She knew it was more than the late summer heat that sent drops of sweat running between her breasts and moisture to collect at the mouth of her tiny pink vagina. She felt the soft tee-shirt mold itself to her, exposing her swollen, excited nipples as the wetness from her virgin sex leaked into her panties. 

Thomas started speaking as his hands kept moving over the silky smooth teenage flesh. "Linda, my love," he stopped momentarily as he felt her vibrating in his arms, "you are an only child, right? Not even any cousins around you as you've grown up." She murmured her agreement and he continued. "You hear all the time about siblings who only fight with each other – you almost never hear the other stories…where brothers and sisters grow up loving each other and treating each other as well as they can. Like you, both Marshall and I are only children. We both have a few cousins, but they're almost strangers. You heard before that we grew up virtually together all the time – closer in some ways than many real brothers." 

Linda was trying to concentrate on what Thomas was saying, but his words were facing stiff competition from the tingling that his fingers were bringing her as he lightly moved them up and down her legs and then her arms. (She was already covered with goosebumps like a little girl!) At the same time, the glare in her eyes was mirrored in Marshall's as his gaze moved systematically between her engorged nipples pushing her shirt out, the ever-growing wet spot between her legs, and her own lust-filled face.

"From the beginning," he continued softly, "we shared everything we had. It never mattered if we were in my room or his, whatever we had – clothes, toys, books, music, whatever – we both shared everything completely. Knowing what the future would hold for us, if everything were to go as planned, our parents were completely supportive of the way we behaved and encouraged it at every opportunity. My God, Linda, if you could only know what that did to us…how developing and drawing on a second perspective could give us such an exponential increase in knowledge and understanding. And," his voice dropped into a deeper, sexy timbre, "as we got older we also gained an exponential increase in pleasure as a result of sharing."

Linda's flesh was on fire as Thomas soft voice penetrated her consciousness and his hands continued to create chaos with her perfect young body. She took a small sip of wine to wet her mouth enough to speak. "So, if I understand you…you not only want to expose me to your friend while you propose to me…" Linda shifted her bottom and re-settled in his lap. In the process, her grey shorts shifted and the thin crotch was pulled to the side. "…you intend to share me with him as well?" She could smell the scent of her arousal and wondered if they could, too. Her heart was beating so fast and so hard she thought the boys would hear it and the embarrassment was turning her bright red.

"Let me show you something, Linda-love," Thomas whispered softly into her ear. Unable to speak any more, the hot blonde gymnast nodded her approval. She gasped and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers move to her sides and take hold of the hem of her tee-shirt. As he started to pull it slowly upwards, Linda heard a deep groan and it was then she realized it was coming from deep within herself. "We could be alone now, me sitting behind you like this…" It felt like a blanket of electricity covered her flesh – every nerve exploding as the bottom of her shirt rose higher. "Of course," he said, "I could feel the wonderful curves of your breasts as I lift your tee-shirt higher, and believe me," his voice dropped to an even lower timbre that resonated deep within the young girl, "there is pleasure beyond belief in just that." She felt one finger from each of his warm hands trace the delicate under-curve of both of her small, firm breasts and she thought she might climax from that alone.

His fingers brought her shirt even higher. She would swear that her rose-pink nipples had never been harder or longer as he came closer and closer to exposing them to his friend.

"But with Marshall here, sharing this with us, we can add his perspective to ours. Would you like to see how?" His deep, sexy voice poured the words softly into her ear and she could only moan, totally enthralled by the entire situation. "Raise your arms…slowly, baby… make him earn it…play with it." She felt the electrical storm again as he whispered hotly in her ear. "Keep your eyes on his…make him know you are looking directly at him. Turn his eyes into a mirror, baby…see what he sees."


A Tale of Two Families Ch. 01



She gasped out loud when she felt the air move across her exposed flesh, even before realizing her shirt was being lifted again. She thought her swollen pink nipples would explode as they were displayed to someone other than her mother or doctor for the first time in her life. And then she saw the fire in Marshall's eyes.

"Oh, God!" His voice was gravelly and hard to control. "Jesus Christ, Tommy…perfect…just fuckin' perfect!" His pupils moved rapidly between her breasts, the ever-darkening wet spot on her panties, and her fire-struck eyes. "Fuck, sexy girl…" Marshall slid out of the chair and across the corner of the table. He lifted Linda's left leg and sat down facing the hot, breathless couple right between her outstretched limbs before setting her foot back down on the table outside his right thigh. He sat upright and leaned close enough that she felt his hot breath on her ultra-sensitive flesh. "Now it's your turn to be honest with me and Tommy. So just answer a few questions, okay?" She could only nod. "But first, babydoll, raise your arms so your fiancé can take your shirt off."

When asked about that particular moment later on, Linda said she was aware of the golden, late summer evening light coming in the window and splashing across her, giving her lightly bronzed skin red highlights. Not Marshall, not even Thomas who was holding her so tightly. She felt time stop as her mind pieced together everything that had happened to her up until that very moment. She realized immediately that she was now truly in charge of herself – her future. There was no one left to answer to but herself. Her only motivation now was of her own choosing, and without knowing exactly how or why, she knew instinctively that she would be choosing the path that included these two young men.

Then and only then did her awareness once again include her new companions and her immediate circumstances. Marshall was breathing heavily, directly on to the bottom of her breasts as his eyes darted across her chest and up to her eyes before looking over her shoulder and directly in to Thomas' eyes. She saw the faintest hint of a smirk curl Marshall's lip as he stared at his closest companion. Linda had seen that smirk before and she knew it carried an aura of superiority with it and she understood something more about the two boys, and she found it made her tiny pink slit start to juice again. The next thing she recalled was that Marshall hadn't asked her to lift her arms – he'd told her to do it. 

The vibrations and the pulsing electrical throbbing were starting again for the inexperienced eighteen year old and having made up her mind to follow these young men, she was doing nothing to interfere in any way with where her body and mind were taking her. Remembering Thomas' advice 'to play with it' she slowly and sensuously raised her arms above her head. But instead of holding them straight above her, she reached back and wrapped them around Thomas' neck. She leaned into him for another scorching kiss and then whispered softly into his ear. "Tell me the truth, Thomas?" He nodded as he nuzzled her neck. "Marshall is making you do this, isn't he?" She could feel the heat of his flushed skin. "But it's ok, right? I mean, you really want to do it for him, don't you?" He started to moan and his skin started to burn. "It's okay, my love, my fiancé…I will marry you…I will love you both."

Linda turned back to face the shorter of the two young men – the alpha-male of their little pack. She held her hands straight over her head and looked directly into Marshall's eyes. She was seeing what he saw – a hot, blonde coed whose perfect tits were being displayed to him by his best friend, the coed's fiancé. She saw him move his eyes to Thomas' and the smirk appeared on both corners of his mouth. "Go ahead, Thomas…lift it off." And now it was Linda's flesh that was on fire as she felt Thomas' fingers play gently over the swell of her breasts as he lifted the shirt. But when his long, soft thumbs began to circle her swollen nipples, Marshall's hands pushed Tommy's away. He smiled at his friend. "Tommy, I told you to lift, didn't I?" Linda felt her fiancé nod behind her. He continued to lift her shirt higher until her chest was exposed and her face was hidden by the soft cloth. "She's your future wife, Tommy…you should really ask permission before you start assaulting her." 

"Uuuuunnnnnggghhhhh…Ohmygod…" Linda realized that the wailing sound she heard was coming from deep in her throat as Marshall's lip-covered teeth bit softly into her right nipple before releasing her and sucking the left one into his mouth. Her small, uninitiated sex was spasming in reaction to the insanely pleasurable burst of pain from her nipples just below the almost transparent gusset of her little white cotton bikini panties. "Ohmygod…Marshall…never…MMMMmmmmm…" the groan was in response to his tongue flicking over her left nipple as his fingers kept playing with her right breast. Thomas quickly lifted the tee-shirt off and Linda's hands came back down to her thighs.

Finally, he released her, just seconds away from the release Linda needed so desperately. She looked across to see him grinning over her shoulder at Thomas. "Of course, as she's not gonna be my wife, I don't think I need to ask permission." And once more, the grin held more than a trace of something more as he continued. "Do I, Tommy-boy?" Linda could feel Thomas flush when Marshall called him 'Tommy-boy' and she felt his cock lurch beneath her ass as she sat between his legs. Then she felt him shake his head in answer. Marshall moved his gaze to her, catching the fire in her ice-blue eyes. Both hands were on her, kneading her firm, upturned breasts and pulling and pinching at her swollen, elongated nipples. His voice burned into her. "And I don't think I have to ask your permission either, do I, Linda?"

The young girl had to concentrate so hard. Marshall continued his manipulation and Linda was close to a climax. Finally, she was able to say, "If my husband thinks that…all of this…uuuuunnnnngggghh…" Marshall's fingers pulled both of her pink, swollen nipples simultaneously, "…is alright, then who am I to disagree?" As soon as she answered, Marshall lifted his hands off of her, leaving her so frustrated and feeling so powerless. Before she could even ask, Marshall started speaking again.

"Remember, sexy girl, you need to be completely truthful – this is the rest of your life we're talking about. Understood?" She nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Okay, babydoll, I'm sorry if one or two of these questions are a little uncomfortable, but we have to ask. I hope you understand." She nodded again and he looked over her shoulder at his buddy, smiled, and then started.

"We're both sorry, Linda. You lost all of your family, right?" 

She nodded her head. "Just about a month ago – my mom and my dad. That's all there was." Thomas moved into her back and put his arms around her in a hug. The little blonde smiled and kissed him lightly. "That's okay, honey. It's over – they didn't suffer and I'm glad about that."

Marshal continued. "You have some money now, huh?"

Linda smiled. "I guess that's relative. When I graduate college or turn twenty-one, I will get access to a trust-fund. Until then, I'm not suffering. As soon as I can, I will get out of the dorm and into an apartment. I don't need the scholarship from gymnastics any more so I don't know if I'll stay on the team. So, yeah, for me…I guess I have money. My daddy's lawyer said at twenty-one, I should have between $3 – $4 million." Linda blushed. "You are the first people I ever said that out loud to! I know it doesn't sound like much to you guys, but it's a lifetime of security for me." 

"So you are alone in this world and are a woman of means," Marshall summarized her situation. He grinned and moved forward. "Tommy-boy," she felt his cock lurch again, "you are gonna love these little babies. So lick-able, my brother." His tongue slid over and around her pert young breasts. "Picture Nastassia Kinski in Cat People, man…perfect curvy athletic body." Linda was melting under the praise. "Tell us, gorgeous, is this perfect little body unused? Untouched?"

She giggled, just a little nervous. "Uh huh. I mean, I don't have my hymen, but very few gymnasts do. But no sex. I had two dates in high school. I have no experience but my imagination and an erotic little book my mother had." She turned her head and smiled at her future husband, offering him his first look at her fully naked breast. "It was in her native language – my father couldn't read it but I could read enough to understand it when I found it in her bedside table drawer years ago." She turned back to Marshall. "It was called The Cuckold. I think you probably already know what that means." 

"Did you like it? The book?" Marshall asked, his eyes glowing with even greater interest. 

"Yes, I did," she tried to say it boldly but it was really more of a heavy whisper. "My father was a quiet but very proud man. He felt he was responsible for everything, so it was his right to make all the decisions by himself. The man…the husband in the book…enjoyed humiliation. I can understand why my mother kept it. I could tell what turned her on."

"And you?" Marshall asked. "Did the book turn you on as well?" Linda nodded as her breathing became faster and shallower. "Tell us what you liked about it, sexy girl."

"The wife humiliating her husband is what I thought was the hottest part. I would fantasize that it was me," she voice was like a stranger's, "and I really, really liked it. It was my only vice – looking at web-sites and reading stories on the internet about it. I felt it was…empowering." Linda couldn't believe how hot she was – sweat was beading off her flesh, dripping off her breasts and sliding down her toned, fit abs.

"Looks like you hit the jackpot, Tommy-boy," Marshall's voice was making flesh move against flesh. The third time she felt his cock move in response to that nickname removed any lingering doubts.

"I appreciate your being so honest, sexy girl; I know Thomas does, too. One more question and then you can ask some more, okay?" Linda nodded, already forming her questions in her head. "Why us? Why now? We need to hear it in your own words."

She turned back and kissed Thomas with the kind of heat that would melt a lesser man. Then facing forward, she kissed Marshall with even more passion. "The two of you are perfect and the time is so right. I have only myself – and now the two of you – to care about. I have been so careful all my life and now I can be so much more. But," Linda took Marshall's hand and put it back on her breast, "I have some questions I need to ask before we go any farther."

"Marshall, why am I marrying Thomas? Why not you?"

Marshall's eyes lit up in delight. "The thought is certainly intriguing, sexy girl. He is one very lucky man. But the truth is, even if I wanted to, I am already engaged. I can't wait for you to meet her." He smiled with a deep warmth. "So it's my pleasure to pleasure you another way. What else?"

"Why does my fiancé's cock seem to grow when you call him 'Tommy-boy'?"

Linda watched Marshall's eyes move behind her to his oldest friend as they filled with warmth and love. And then, once again, she saw the smirk at the corners of his mouth just before he spoke.

"I think you know why," he chuckled lightly.

"Tell me anyway," she said, her breathing fast and shallow, "I want to know all about the man I'm going to marry." Her skin was on fire as she waited for her answer, waves of electrical current floating across her moist, flushed skin. She felt her fiancé's hard penis throbbing against her through the soft gray material of her gym shorts and her tiny cotton bikini panties as they waited together.

Marshall leaned just a little closer and smiled again. His fingers moved slowly off her slick breast and slid down her chiseled stomach until they danced over the soft gray material and came to rest between her legs. He pulled the crotch of the gym shorts to the side with his left hand and then slowly and very carefully, he lifted the wet, transparent gusset of her panties up and away from her smooth, hairless mound and to the side of her swollen lips. She didn't know how she was able to breathe. He looked up at his friend.

"What I'm doing, bro, is pulling her shorts and her panties aside so I can see if she loses a little girl cream when I answer her question. I already know you're gonna lose a little boy juice." She had never felt anything like it – to be so exposed, so used like that – surpassed anything she had imagined before. 

"So the answer, which is exactly what you are expecting to hear, is this: It excites him – it's what I call him when I use him. His mouth and yes, his lovely, firm ass." There it was, in the open and acknowledged by them all.



A Tale of Two Families Ch. 02



(Please read A Tale of Two Families – Chapter 1 if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. This story contains elements of incest, cuckolding, group and bi-sexual relations. If this offends, please go elsewhere.)

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The instant the words were out of Marshall's mouth, Linda and Thomas reacted exactly as Marshall had predicted only a minute earlier. Linda was barely breathing and the only thing she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. She felt her future husband shifting around behind her and her hand slid from her own thigh to his as his hard, throbbing erection pressed against her ass cheek. Guided by her incredible lust, her fingers found the fleshy tube beneath his jeans and gripped it hard. Suddenly, she smelled her own excitement and felt the viscous fluid pool in the entrance to her tiny, virginal vagina.

"Jesus Christ, Tommy-boy," Marshall's eyes were wide open and glaring with unabated desire, "I don't think I can wait to taste this delicious little girl…she's so…mmmmhh…juicy."

Linda heard Marshall say the magic phrase and sure enough, Thomas' cock throbbed as she held him through the soft, worn denim of his old jeans. She heard the gasp and then the groan and then felt the warmth of his sperm as it soaked his boxers and then the pants. The next thing she felt was the rough texture of Marshall's tongue as it swiped at the little puddle of her girl-juice where it pooled between her perfect thighs. She had never experienced the electric chills she felt at that moment and she knew she never wanted it to end.

The small, beautiful blonde eighteen year old molded herself against the tall, handsome man she had just agreed to marry. She pulled his head down until her mouth was next to his ear. She whispered loudly enough for Marshall to hear. "Darling, do you want me to call you Tommy-boy, too? Like now, you know, when he's licking my pussy?"  Thomas' groan and the thrust of his hips gave her the answer she knew she would get. With all the concentration she could muster, Linda turned away from Thomas and back to Marshall. As gently as she could, she lifted his head from between her golden thighs.

"Please, Marshall, stop – I have more questions…please." God, it was hard for her to concentrate, but she really wanted to know more about this mysterious pair of boys who seemed to appear out of nowhere to take her to places she'd never even imagined.

The wealthy, worldly nineteen year old boy looked up with an almost amused look at the cute little coed who would come to mean so much to him and his closest friend. He tilted his head inviting her further queries.

She stared into his eyes, remembering what Thomas had said earlier about seeing what he saw, adding perspective and pleasure. Keeping her fiery ice-blue eyes on Marshall's deep, brown orbs, Linda took Thomas' hands in hers and placed them on the hot, moist flesh of her perfect eighteen year old breasts. She spoke to him in a voice that none of them had heard before. Deep and throaty, smoky like a blues singer in a roadhouse bar, she asked "Thomas, do you do it because you love him?" She could barely speak as Marshall's slick fingers started slipping lightly up and down the creases between her inner thighs and her baby-smooth, shaved mound. She felt the blood filling her sex and each pulse seemed to push waves of electricity through her. Not even waiting for the answer, she asked Marshall directly. "And you, my fiancé's other lover, is it only because you love him? Or is it more than that for you?"

Marshall face lit up with amusement as he thought once more of their incredible luck, meeting someone as perfect in so many ways as Linda was. As much as he loved Sara, he couldn't help but be a little jealous of Thomas. Thankfully, though, his fiancée trusted his judgment. He knew they were moving incredibly fast, but with Linda's circumstances being what they were, and her more-than-apparent enjoyment and willingness to proceed acknowledged by all, he made the decision to let her know everything about them.

Returning her searching, probing look, Marshall spoke softly. "First, my love," Linda shivered at the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, "let me say congratulations to my brother, Thomas. He will be marrying the sweetest-tasting, silky smooth, tiny pink pussy I have ever tasted." Slowly and methodically Marshall brought her legs up and hooked her knees over his broad shoulders. Leaning forward he brought his thick tongue back to her slick mound for another long swipe. "Fuck that's delicious, Tommy-boy!" Marshall's smile broadened considerably as he pictured his own love in the same position. "Sara's gonna love her…another European, and just as beautiful and sweet as she is."

Thomas inhaled sharply as he pictured the two women together for the first time. It was a kaleidoscope of erotic images – the cute, athletic blonde and the haughty, beautiful Mediterranean Jewess. Sara was only a few inches taller than Linda, and probably not five pounds heavier, but her body was more slender and her curves more mature. And where Linda was glowing with a golden tan, Sara's smooth twenty year old flesh was colored deep olive by the Mediterranean sun. She kept her thick, luxuriously dark hair long, past the middle of her back but the rest of her was groomed according to Western style. The only hair on her body was a thin landing strip that extended about an inch upwards from her puffy pink hood. Thomas was sighing as he felt bodies moving and he opened his eyes. 

Marshall was removing himself from under Linda's legs and pulling her to the center of the sofa. He motioned to Thomas to move back to the padded arm and then pull Linda back to where she'd been – her back against his chest, sitting between his legs. But before he could move the beautiful girl, Marshall stopped him. 

"Wait a minute, Tommy-boy. Stand up." Linda leaned forward a little and Thomas got off the couch and stood in front of his best friend. "I want you to tell your future wife everything about us, our families, our history…everything." He saw Linda's eyes open in wonder as she tried to imagine what she might hear. "Yes, little girl, now is the time to decide if you want in or not…if you find the chance of experiencing incredible pleasure to be truly liberating or someplace you'd rather not go. If you have any more questions when he's done, I will be happy to answer them for you."

"You know I want to hear it, Marshall." It was that same, smoky roadhouse voice. "I think I need to hear it, don't you?"

The shorter boy raised his deep brown eyes to the taller boy. "You heard her, Tommy-boy. This is gonna take a while, you know." He became almost conversational and Linda was momentarily confused about the sudden change. She smiled a moment later. "Better get undressed, bro…that's gotta be getting pretty uncomfortable." He nodded towards the wet spot on Thomas' jeans then he looked back to the couch and the topless Girl Next Door sitting in the middle. "You, too, sexy girl." He smiled as he extended his hand and helped her up off the sofa while Thomas slid his jeans and his underwear down his long, muscular legs and off his feet.. Marshall moved back a few steps and pulled the coffee table out giving them much more room before he walked over to a large, antique roll-top desk and picked up the phone.

As he turned back towards his friend and their new love, his eyes were caught by a splash of red sunlight on the wall. "I knew I was getting hungry – the sun's about to go down. Pizza okay?" he asked both of them together. Both said it was fine. He dialed a number and when it was answered, he said "Greg – my room. Five minutes." He hung up the phone and pulled some money out of his wallet and put it on the desktop. Then he looked back up at the new couple. "Linda," he said, his voice more firm, more commanding now, "stand up on the coffee table. Thomas, help her up." She removed her gym shoes and short, white athletic socks and let her fiancé lift her up and place her on the table. She loved that he was strong enough to do it with no real effort.

Just as he'd thought, the brilliant red light from the setting sun illuminated the golden flesh of her trim, muscled tummy and the top of her gray shorts. "Come around to this side, Tommy-boy – stand next to me." His voice was just as commanding, but both Linda and Thomas had noticed it was huskier, sexier now. Thomas moved around the table and stood just to the right of his shorter companion, naked and excited. Both of them stared at the vision standing before them. 

"Take of your shorts and your panties, little girl." Linda's skin was vibrating as Marshall's words triggered long-forgotten fantasies in her mind. She felt compelled to do what he said and the throbbing in her swollen nipples and her leaking pussy did nothing to dispel that feeling. Her hands slid to her hips and she hooked a thumb on each side of the gym shorts. She started to drag her white cotton panties down at the same time but Marshall stopped her. "Leave them – just the shorts this time." Linda gasped, knowing exactly why he would want to see her that way and then slid just the shorts down her fit, trim legs and over her perfect size 6 feet. Then she stood up straight, knowing she was 'on display' for her new and only loves and loving the myriad feelings that came with the experience. 

The glowing red sunlight sparkled like liquid fire off the wet-spot covering her virginal, teenage cunt and the moisture that was coating that wonderful place where pussy mound meets thigh. "Fuck, Tommy-boy, how beautiful is that?" Marshall's hand moved to Thomas' erection and held him gently in his palm as both boys basked in the erotic beauty before them. "Do it, sexy girl," Marshall commanded her once more, "pull them down. Let us see what will soon be ours."

It felt like someone had turned the switch up all the way as waves and pulses of electrical current, teasing and erotic moved across her flesh and through her body. Her eyes locked onto Marshall's hand and the beautiful erection he held so lovingly. Linda looked at both of them as she pushed her panties half-way down her thighs. "Jesus, Tommy-boy…are you sure she's eighteen?" Thomas groaned as pre-cum started to leak out of his piss-hole and gather in Marshall's hand. Marshall rubbed it around Thomas' hard five and a half inches making him slick and shiny before stepping back to the desk and grabbing his Polaroid instant camera. "Spread your legs as far as the panties let you, little girl." He heard Linda gasp when she saw the camera. "I want Sara to see you in the same light we do, love." Marshall held the camera up and looked through the small view-finder, moving closer until the image was what he wanted and he snapped the shutter. Seconds later, the developing print was ejected from the front of the camera.

Marshall smiled as he tossed the print onto his desk. "We can certainly take more for Sara later," he said as he put the camera down. "But right now, we have more pressing business. Linda," His eyes caught hers, "what do you like on your pizza?"

Taken completely by surprise, she responded immediately. "Olives and pepperoni. What else do you need?"

Marshall laughed and shook his head. "Sara's gonna love you more than us, I'm sure." He pointed between her knees. "Now slip those off and get back on the couch like you were. Tommy-boy, go rest against the arm of the couch like you were and let her snuggle against you." The two of them moved as Marshall had directed while he undressed himself and moved over to the couch and joined them. Sitting between Linda's legs, he re-arranged her until she was leaning back at a 45 degree angle into Thomas' chest, her left leg was lifted and resting atop the padded back cushion of the couch, and her right leg was bent at the knee, her foot flat on the floor in front of the sofa. Marshall couldn't help but start to get hard as her tiny, pink pussy opened in front of his eyes as her legs spread further apart. But before he could do anything about it, there was a sharp knock on the door to the boys' suite.

Marshall's eyes gleamed as Linda looked quickly over at the door. He put his hand on her leg and she looked back at him. "After everything that's already been said and done, I don't have to ask you if you trust me, do I?" Linda shook her head, instantly feeling ashamed and blushing furiously. Marshall lifted her face to his and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I know this is all so new to you, love…just consider this the first of your 'liberating pleasures.'" He turned towards the door. "Come in, pledge."

Baring herself completely before her fiancé and his friend was one of the hardest things the young girl had ever done. And when Marshall spread her legs and opened her tiny pussy, she thought for a moment that either shame or outrageous pleasure would kill her on the spot. But when the door opened and closed and she finally turned her head around to see who else would be viewing her naked, exposed body, her senses overloaded as she recognized the young man walking towards them.

Greg Munroe had shocked Hollywood, Wall Street and the entire film industry when he announced he was taking a four year sabbatical from movie-making to finally go to college. He walked away from a multi-million dollar franchise character role to get his degree in Dramatic Arts. Never announcing where he was going to attend school, he settled fairly anonymously at his father's university and was taken in as a "summer" pledge at his father's fraternity.

He was the best looking of the new breed of leading men and his movies were always on top of the box office polls. Linda had seen several of his movies and had fallen madly in love with him along with every other female fan. She never dreamed she would actually meet him in real life…and especially not like this. 

"Oh my God!" Her fingernails dug deeply into Thomas' thighs. She would remember the groan she heard another time. "It's him…Greg, right?" When Marshall nodded his head Linda turned back to the gorgeous young actor and only then recalled that she was completely naked. By the time the Hollywood star was standing in front of the couch, a deep pink flush had spread across her face and chest and the hot blood engorged her already-swollen nipples to the max. It only made her that much more desirable. "Oh my God!" she repeated again, "I'm sorry, Greg… uhm…Mr. Munroe…but you're even more beautiful in person!" She knew she was gushing but there was nothing she could do to stop herself. Marshall stepped in and saved her.

"You can call him Pledge, love. That's all he is here." Linda looked surprised. "Really, little girl, he is here as a student and he is pledging this house." He turned to the celebrated star. "Pledge…first thing – tell Brother Larkin congratulations on his engagement to this fine young woman."

Linda was surprised once more as she saw the real emotion in Greg's eyes as he congratulated Thomas and offered his best wishes to her. And she was impressed that he never mentioned her nudity in front of other men to her fiancé.

"Now, Pledge, tell Brother Larkin's fiancée what it is that a pledge does." Marshall started stroking Linda's thighs as she stared open-mouth at her first celebrity.

"Miss…Ma'am…I'm sorry. Brother Goldman, I don't know this beautiful young woman's name." Greg was stumbling over his words as his eyes moved slowly and deliberately across her hot, moist flesh.

"Hmmm," Marshall pondered for a moment, "you may call her Linda when no one else is around, otherwise Ma'am will do. Is that alright with you, love?" Linda could only nod, still overcome by his close physical presence. "So tell her what a pledge does, Gregory."

Everyone who had ever read anything about the young mega-star knew that he hated being called Gregory. Linda was afraid Marshall had crossed some kind of line, not yet really understanding who he was and what his family was all about. But Greg knew and so he took the deliberate insult without a word.

With a red face and very controlled breathing, Greg told her that a pledge does anything an active brother tells him to do. And after Marshall prodded him further, he said that taking orders like that also extended to girlfriends, wives and fiancées of active brothers as well. He told her that as long as she was engaged or married to an active brother while he was a pledge, he was bound to do anything she required of him.

"Oh my God!!! This can't be fucking real!" Linda turned around to Thomas for confirmation and he nodded, telling her that it was indeed true. "Anything?" She looked back and forth between Thomas and Marshall as they nodded again. The eighteen year old virgin from a quiet suburb of Chicago, so small and so perfectly shaped, was naked and exposed before People Magazine's 'Sexiest Man of 2009' and he was looking at her with mounting desire in his eyes.

She glanced back at Thomas and across at Marshall again. Her voice was that sexy, smoky music of heat and desire. "Think we can wait a few minutes before we send him out for dinner?" Both of her men agreed. She took several deep breaths before letting herself speak again. She stared into the eyes that had mesmerized and enchanted millions of women and girls around the world and somehow found not only the courage to speak, but somehow, recalling passages from The Cuckold, her mother's book, she found the perfect words to use. "Take off your clothes for me, Pledge. Present yourself to your new Mistress."

Marshall thought that it couldn't ever get any better than this – Linda was turning out to be perfect in nearly every way. Thomas thought the same way, but he expressed it a little differently. When his new fiancée referred to herself as Mistress, Thomas moaned out loud as he climaxed between her firm little ass-cheeks. Linda felt the hot liquid coat her burning flesh as she watched Greg strip off all his clothes…just for her. Without even realizing it, her tiny fingers scraped the top of her ass and then spread Thomas' semen across her torso and massaged it into her small, firm tits. She just didn't know, couldn't have known that there were pleasures like this in her world.

When he finished, standing in front of her completely uncovered, Linda felt she had been transported to a different dimension. She looked at all three of the young men surrounding her, her eyes flicking back and forth between them. Thomas was so handsome and his tall, lean physique provided a safe haven for her small, lithe athletic body. And he could kiss like nothing she'd ever felt before. She could love that boy forever, especially knowing his penchant for submissive behavior. And, she giggled to herself, his un-cut penis was the perfect size for marriage – not too big and not too small. He could pound her as hard as possible and his cock would never reach her cervix. She thought for a moment about her mother's book and knew immediately that her husband would relish that role. The thought alone almost made her climax. She shifted her focus before she lost it completely.

Marshall, more muscular in a stocky way, was almost as handsome as his dear friend. He just seemed a little more rugged. Ironic, she thought, he probably never worked a day in his life. His skin was dark and his beard heavier than Thomas', but the difference that interested her at the moment was his circumcised manhood. Perhaps an inch longer than Thomas' 5 ½" , Marshall's rock-hard, gently curved shaft was almost twice as thick and his head looked like a small plum. Unable to stop herself, the petite blonde freshman bent over and took Marshall's cock-head between her lips. She sucked hard and let him pop out of her mouth causing all three men to moan at the same time. She couldn't wait to taste him for real, but that would have to wait for at least a little while. Linda felt the electricity wash over her again as she heard Marshall's commanding voice in her head. She knew he could control her the same way she could control Thomas. She didn't want to wait too long.




A Tale of Two Families Ch. 02



But when she brought her attention back to Greg, she knew immediately why he was the super-star that he was. His face was beautiful, yet there was nothing feminine about it at all. His body was perfect in every way. Virtually hairless, he boasted superb muscle conditioning without being large or overwhelming, and yet you knew he could dominate whenever he wanted. And of course, his manhood was as magnificent as the rest of him. He was groomed completely around his groin and it only highlighted the beauty of his genitals even more to the little blonde coed. Also circumcised, he was another half-inch longer than Marshall and not quite as thick. His cockhead stood atop a gently curved ivory column and pointed at Linda's perfect young breasts. Her strong, firm thighs started clenching in a pulsating erotic rhythm as she imagined how it would hurt her, slamming into her cervix when she finally let him fuck her. She knew that she would cum harder than ever, screaming for him to hurt her over and over. And again, unable to stop herself, she bobbed forward and locked her lips around him, her tongue intuitively finding that little spot behind the crowned ridge and tickling him there for the longest two seconds of his life.

She withdrew, keeping her hand around the bottom of his shaft, her fingers cradling his smooth, swollen sac. She looked into his eyes, falling under his spell while still maintaining control. "Does this mean you want me, pledge Gregory?" Her fingernails pressed against the soft skin where his sac grew out of his flesh. The movie star moaned a long, tortured 'yessss' as she caressed him. "But I'm a virgin, Gregory. Is a pledge allowed to stick his big hard cock into the virgin pussy of an active brother's fiancée?" Again all three men groaned at once. 

She shook her head, her short, blonde hair highlighted in the light from the setting sun. None of them had ever seen anyone who looked like she did at that moment – slick with sweat and Thomas' cum and glowing warm and crimson from the last of the sunset coming through the window. Her nipples were thick and swollen and colored a deep pink with desire, begging to be licked and sucked and chewed until the poor girl lost her mind. Her hot, slick mound was swollen as well, blood-engorged in anticipation of some future release.

"Actually, pledge Gregory," she tried to make herself sound as stern as possible, "I don't even know if a pledge is allowed to get an erection in front of the virgin pussy of an active brother's fiancée – I would think not." Marshall saw the gleam in her eyes and smiled back at her in encouragement. "And now look at what your pledge has done, boys." Thomas moaned and Marshall smirked as they bent over and saw Greg's cock throbbing in slow motion, leaking pre-cum into Linda's small hand. 

Time seemed to stand still for the overwhelmed eighteen year old suburban coed. In just a fraction of a second, she processed all the images and feelings of the actions and emotions and circumstances that led her to be in this exact position. And she felt a certain kind of peace start to run through her awareness – a feeling that brought her inner tranquility and a sense of empowerment. She knew that Marshall was right – this was the time to choose her own way. She liked this path. The three boys heard her issue a small sigh and then saw her smile wickedly as she recalled a scene from her mother's book.

Thomas and Marshall heard Greg gasp and looked down again at Linda's hand, only to see her slap the long, stiff shaft against his hard six-pack abs. "God, that is so rude, pledge. Is that what you do at all those Hollywood parties? Spurt your prick-juice in the girls hands?"

SNAP!!! She drew the middle finger of her free hand back with her thumb and snapped it at the base of his thick, throbbing pole. Greg groaned and Tommy-boy moaned. Marshall had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Linda sat up straight on her knees in front of the World's Most Desired Man, her left hand trapping his hard-on against his stomach and her right hand tracing lightly over his chest and shoulders. Once again, she couldn't believe that she was actually in his presence, let alone under circumstances like these. She leaned into him and gently rubbed her swollen, super-sensitive nipples against his muscular chest and her young, inexperienced pussy released more of her liquid love. "Mmmm…you are the most beautiful man, Gregory." Her voice was deep and full of emotion. "I don't know how many girls would love to be in my place now." This time, all four of them groaned as she slid her wet, swollen labia up and down his fat shaft. She pressed her mouth into his perfect flesh, kissing him lightly and then gently sucking him where his neck and shoulder met. "You are so gorgeous, so sexy, Gregory." She left her cheek on his hot skin as she looked back at Thomas. "I was so seriously thinking about giving my tiny, virgin, eighteen year old pussy to you…even before my fiancé…" Thomas gasped and Linda saw his cock twitch. Then she turned her face back towards her teen heart-throb. She licked his lips before settling her mouth on his and kissing him so sweetly and softly. She whispered loud enough for all to hear, "Can you even imagine hot tight and hot my little kitty would be? If I was a guy, I think I would love to have a hot, tight, fresh virgin cunt wrapped around my big fat cock…wouldn't you?" This time, Linda kissed him as deeply and thoroughly as she had ever kissed anyone before, her diamond-hard nipples scraping his chest and her free hand pulling his face to hers. "But then you had to be so rude, pledge."

SNAP!! SNAP!!

She flicked his sac twice, catching each ball square and flat and the action mega-star just moaned. She let go of his suddenly not-so-hard organ and it flopped over his sac, offering too little protection way too late.

"Get dressed," she told him, "and go get our pizza. When you come back," her eyes started to glaze over again, "we'll see if my plans have changed or not."

Greg started to back away, picking his clothes up off the floor. Marshall told him what to get and that the money was on the desk. If he had any hopes of anything more happening, the pizza had better be hot when he brought it back. Thomas and Linda laughed along with Marshall as the Movie Star/pledge hurriedly pulled his clothes on and bolted out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Linda turned on Marshall and started pounding her small fists against his chest. "I can't believe you did that! OH MY GOD! He is so gorgeous! I can't believe you had me be NAKED to meet him…God, I'm so embarrassed!" She turned to her fiancé and hugged him fiercely. "Thomas, I'm so sorry I said that…you know…about giving him…" His long arms wrapped her up and she was reminded immediately how safe and secure she felt in his grasp. She also felt him throb against her as she mentioned Greg. "Thomas?" Her voice soft and smoky again, she asked "Is that what you want, baby?" She felt him growing longer between them. "Really?"

As Linda and Thomas started to get into their feelings about everything that happened, Marshall had moved to the desk and picked up the phone again. After dialing and waiting for what seemed like forever, he was finally connected and he started speaking perfect French into the phone. He spoke rapidly and without stopping for several minutes. Linda looked at Thomas and asked if he understood. He smiled and said she'd better add French to her class schedule in the fall and then he translated Marshall's end of the conversation for her.

"He's talking to Sara, his fiancée. She manages her father's vineyard in the south of France. He's telling her that he and I have met the most amazing girl and she…uhm, that's you, of course…" Thomas blushed and Linda found herself adoring him even more. "Anyway, he told her you have accepted my proposal." Thomas listened closely for a minute and then smiled. "He said he knows it's very fast, but he's telling her you only need olives and pepperoni on your pizza. And he's promising to send pictures of you and telling her she will love you as much as you will love her."

Thomas started laughing again as Marshall grew even more animated on the phone. "He's telling her what you did to Greg – how you made him get naked for you, then you teased him and smacked his balls and then dismissed him like a naughty little boy." Linda was blushing furiously, not believing for an instant that she was capable of acting like that, especially not with a super-star! "He says it's 100 per cent true. And now…uhm…" Thomas was blushing now almost as deeply as Linda had been. "He's telling her…he's referring to you as 'Tommy-boy's fiancée'…he's saying…your virgin pussy is so sweet he can't wait for her to taste you." Both of them moaned at the thought.

"Now what's he saying?" Linda's ears perked up at the sound of Greg's name.

"He's explaining that you have to make a choice in the next few minutes – you need to pick the man to take your innocence." He looked at her with glazed-over eyes. "Isn't French the most romantic language?" Linda squeezed his stiff shaft to get him back on track. "Sorry…he's saying…oh, God…" Thomas started gasping and he stopped to take a sip of wine. "He's telling her…you know me too well already and he thinks you will…make me a cuckold…before I ever even fuck you."

Thomas heart was pounding so hard he thought it would burst. It seemed that everything he had been told was coming true. He just barely heard Marshall's last sentence and he tried to tell Linda what was happening but the thoughts going through his head and the images floating behind his eyelids were making it very hard. Finally, Marshall called to Linda while holding the phone in his hand.

"Sexy girl, this is Sara, my fiancée…she wants to speak with you for just a minute." Marshall couldn't help smiling at the oh-so-adorable little blonde gymnast as he held the phone out to her. Linda had no idea what to expect taking it from his hand and gingerly putting it next to her ear.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft and tentative. "This is Linda."

The tiny lines in her forehead disappeared and her shoulders relaxed several moments later. And a minute after that, the boys saw the corners of Linda's mouth turn up with the smallest of naughty smirks. Then, finally, they heard her say thanks and she promised to write soon and then she hung up. 

"I think I like her a lot, Marshall. When can I meet her?" Linda made her way back to the couch and sat between her two men, grabbing them and pulling them down beside her.

"Maybe Thanksgiving," Marshall was picturing Sara and Linda entwined on his big bed, "if not then, for sure over Winter Break." Suddenly, reality reared its head. "Little girl, do you have a passport?" Thomas looked at her anxiously as they waited for her answer. Linda shook her head. "Don't worry about it," Marshall said softly, "Tommy-boy can get you started on that tomorrow. It will only take a week or so and we aren't going anywhere before then."

The cute little blonde put a hand on each of their semi-hard organs, loving the heat and the faint throbbing in her palms. She looked at her fiancé and said, "Thomas, I am truly dying inside waiting to hear you tell me the whole story. I just know it will be so totally hot and sexy and provocative," her hands were now starting to squeeze the thickening cocks to emphasize each word. "But right now," she turned back towards Marshall, "we have a more immediate situation to deal with…don't we?" 

Maybe it was the way Marshall's cock grew so thick her fingers couldn't circle it, or maybe it was just the way he looked at that moment. Whatever it was, it caused the supple gymnast to twist her limber torso around and down so she could take his cockhead between her lips. She felt his fingers pull and twist her nipple as her tongue rooted in his piss-hole for a drop of his sweet pre-cum. And as soon as she found it, she un-twisted herself as she rose and finished her half-turn in Thomas' arms. She immediately tilted her face up to his for a kiss and when they met, she wiped the tip of her tongue with the drop of clear fluid across her fiancé's to share the taste. He shuddered as she licked his lips to end the kiss and she put her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "That's not your first taste of him. I can tell, Tommy-boy."

Sitting between them again, Linda continued in her low, smoky voice. She was starting to realize the power that her husky, throaty voice could bring her. "The situation, of course, is my virginity." Both boys moaned and their cocks twitched in her hands. "I always thought I would save myself for my husband, for my wedding day. But that doesn't seem to be very practical now, does it?" She looked at Thomas. "I don't even know when you are planning to marry me, baby." She turned towards Marshall. "And I plan on getting fucked very soon." Behind her, Thomas was moaning and she turned back to him. "Don't worry, Tommy-boy, it won't be your brother. He's just too thick and wide to be my first." Marshall groaned in frustration and Thomas only gave her a questioning look. "Oh my God…c'mon!" Linda couldn't believe her fiancé refused to see the obvious. "Okay," her eyes were glaring with building lust as she looked back and forth at each of them, "let's see if I can be any clearer." She caught both their eyes. "Raise your hand if you don't want to fuck…or be fucked…by the most beautiful pizza delivery boy in the world?" She looked at them both as they stared at her, motionless with eyes and mouths wide open. "Thought so," she smirked at them.

The sense of power and liberation that the freshman coed felt at that moment was akin to her feelings after completing the best gymnastic routine as she could do. Only this, she realized with waves of electricity washing over her flesh, was hundreds…no, thousands of times more intense. These were real people, real lives she was playing with and the thought of it drove her hot blood pulsing to her sex, stoking the fire deep in her core.

The surprised sophomores started to protest and her eyes shot bolts of lightning back at both of them and her fingernails found the soft flesh of the bottom side of their shafts. "You told me earlier you would both always be honest. If you lie to me again, either of you, you will both lose me. Understand?"

Hushing their rabid apologies and sacred promises, she smiled – a little – and said, "Okay, it's forgotten, right? We all know what a magnet he is, it's undeniable." She looked at Thomas and sighed a little. "But you are going to be my husband and I feel I should do something for you, Tommy-boy." She looked at her hand stroking Marshall's fat cock and then back to Thomas' face. "I mean, after all, Marshall has already tasted my pussy and had his cockhead in my mouth. And all you've been able to do so far is touch my breasts a little." Both Linda and Marshall could feel the heat rising from Thomas' body as he flushed a deep red in shame and embarrassment. "How's this, Tommy-boy? Since I don't physically have my cherry any more, Greg would never know if you stick your pretty cock a little way into me…just once…you know, before he comes back, right?"

Thomas started growing in her hand, obviously excited, thrilled that he might really be her first. Then he saw the glare in her eyes again. He marveled for an instant at how this tiny, young girl could wield power like she did before he fell back under her control. Her voice was even lower, and it seemed to resonate within him. "Of course," she continued, "if you deny me the fulfillment of a fantasy shared by millions of girls around the world…well then, I would probably figure that you would owe me in a really big way."

Thomas' expression had changed from awe to fear and then to excitement again as she told him of the consequences. "Oh, Thomas…you look happy," she smirked. "You think that I'm talking about money or stuff…don't you? But I'm not, darling. You will tell me later, when you tell me the family story, the boundaries and the limits that Marshall or others may have taken you to. That's what I'm talking about Tommy-boy…a journey to those boundaries and maybe beyond." 

Linda sat back for a moment to watch both boys absorb and process what she'd said. Her fingers left them and returned to explore her own hot, moist flesh as she basked in her new-found sense of entitlement and liberation. Then Thomas said something that she would never forget.

"You will be my wife…it doesn't matter what you do to me later…I will be your first and you will always be mine."

They all heard the knock at the door. Marshall told Greg to come in.

(to be continued…)



A Tale of Two Families Ch. 03



(Please read A Tale of Two Families – Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. This story contains elements of incest, cuckolding, group and bi-sexual relations. If this offends, please go elsewhere.)

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Every minute that Greg waited in the small pizza place was filled with a sublime torture. It wasn't that he'd ever lacked for female company when he was in the mood; in fact, that was one of the things that pushed him out of Hollywood. At twenty-two, he was already bored with the women that always seemed to be available. Not that they weren't beautiful – they always were the best looking young models and actresses – but not one of them seemed real at all. He was just tired of them and bored with that whole scene. But, he thought as he lost himself in the wonderful aromas coming from the old oven, he sensed none of that with Linda.

Suddenly he was glad he was wearing baggy shorts – his penis was growing thicker and longer as thought about what might be waiting for him back at the fraternity house. She was so hot, he thought, the tiny blonde gymnast sitting naked on the couch, the reds and oranges of the setting sun making her tight, moist flesh glow all warm and sexy. She had seemed so awe-struck at first, but then she totally took command and he remembered how it made him so hard. The way she talked to Thomas, her fiancé, made his hard-on throb as she confessed her passion for Greg and her desire to lose her virginity to the cinematic super-star. The control and self-assured manner belied her virgin status and only made her more desirable.

"Ummh, excuse me, sir?" The girl behind the counter couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in his khaki shorts. Along with everyone else in town for the summer, she'd heard he was there but this was her first 'sighting' and she couldn't believe she was actually talking to him all up close and personal. He looked at her, a cute semi-Goth twenty year old, he guessed, with total groupie potential. "That will be $14.50." As Greg pulled Marshall's $20 out of his pocket, the black-haired girl nodded towards his groin. "I'd be happy to help you out with that, Mr. Munroe…" she grinned at him "any way you'd like."

Not for the first time since he'd arrived at the university, he leaned across the counter and gave the young lady a chaste peck on the cheek. "It's Greg, darlin'," he said, "and that was Hollywood – I'm here now. Just like a normal person, okay?" He handed her the bill and picked the box up off the counter. "Keep the change – I'll be back a lot…if the pizza's good." She flashed him a disappointed smile, still star-struck as he hurried out the door.

Desperate to know her final decision, Greg knocked on the boys' door feeling as nervous as he did at his first audition. All the girls he'd been with were experienced; he'd never really had a girl give him this particular gift before. He was having a hard time breathing when he heard Marshall telling him to come in. 

It seemed like the door handle rotated open in slow motion and Linda moved towards Thomas to whisper in his ear. "I will always be yours, Thomas. But tell me quickly now – you want to be a cuckold, right?" Thomas groaned and nodded his head. "And you want to be humiliated? By me?" This time the groan was even deeper as Thomas nodded again. Linda turned her face to his and kissed him slowly and deeply. She pulled away and he was blinded by the glare in her ice-blue eyes. Her lips pulled up at the corners of her Cover Girl –cute mouth. "Oh my love," she hissed at the shocked nineteen year old, "you are so gonna pay for this!"

The aroma filled the room as Greg put the pizza down on Marshall's desk and opened the lid of the thin box. "Ummh, Linda…Ma'am, Brother Goldman, Brother Larkin, your pizza" he made a theatrical sweep with his arm, "is here – hot, as requested." He bowed and repeated a phrase he'd used quite a bit since becoming a pledge. "This pledge hopes and prays he has lived up to your expectations, Brothers."

Linda started giggling, her short, blonde hair catching the last of the red-gold light of the setting sun. Sitting back on the couch she looked so young and innocent, her pixie-like face tickled by the fraternity ritual. "Oh my God, Marshall," her voice, deep and smoky, and so at-odds with her naïve appearance brought hot blood pulsing to the three already hard cocks in the room, "this is better than the movies." She turned to look at her fiancé her eyes bright and glowing but her words were clearly addressed to the only clothed person in the room. "Pledge Gregory," he winced as he heard her intentional slight, "while you were out, I met a new friend on the phone. She can't be here, but I just know she would love to share this with all of us in some way." The tip of Linda's little pink tongue slipped out and licked her lips. "I would like the boys to make a film of us – all of us." Her eyes moved from Thomas' to Marshall's and then to Greg's deep brown eyes peering up at her from his bent position. She motioned him to stand up straight and he rose slowly, never taking his eyes off of hers…even as they scanned downwards from his face to the large bulge pressing out from behind the zipper in his khaki-colored shorts. He'd been hard since he'd first thought about her as he waited for the pizza.

The lithe, young naked gymnast rose off the couch with a half-twist that brought her right in front of the Sexiest Man of 2009. "Kiss me, pledge!" She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and drew him down to her. She felt her fiancé's eyes burning into her as her own personal mega-star kissed her like she had never been kissed before. She heard herself moaning into his mouth, her petite, perfectly-shaped torso melting into his lean, muscular frame as he pulled her close. Even as she was drifting away on the pleasure-boat powered by his lips and tongue, somehow she found the will to concentrate enough to get back on track before she was completely lost. She took a handful of his hair from behind and pulled his lips off hers and his exquisite tongue out of her mouth. Her other hand found his bulge and she gripped his hard, curved shaft through his shorts, her thumb rubbing softly just under the head. "Can we make a little movie, pledge? No one but us and Sara will ever see it – I give you my word."

Greg looked over at Marshall and raised his eyebrows in question. "Of course," Marshall chuckled in reply, "as soon as you left – I had to tell her how this little girl snapped your nuts. She went crazy – then she told me you better get back to France soon. I don't know why, but she misses you." He turned to Linda, expecting she would be surprised. She wasn't. If possible, she was turned on even more.

"Now why am I not shocked to learn this, boys?" Her bluesy, piano-bar voice vibrated over each of them, their erect cocks resonating as she spoke. "I know I've led a sheltered life, but geez, this is like incestuous." It wasn't exactly what she'd meant to say, well rather, not what she thought she was saying. But Marshall's and Thomas' reaction to the word were all too evident to both Linda and Greg. There was something there – of that much she was certain and she knew she'd find out when Thomas finally told her their complete background. She realized her mistake and spoke again, still in control. "Not incestuous, of course. But still," she smiled lustily at all of them, "I take it you have no objections, pledge?" Greg shook his head and smiled at the delightfully naked sprite in front of him, her swollen nipples and engorged mound beckoning him, her pheromones swelling his cock even more than before. 

"Good. Sara will be so happy – I just know it." Linda backed away from Greg and laid down on her side on the couch. "Take your clothes off, pledge, then bring me a piece of pizza." She turned to Marshall and smiled. "I know you have a movie camera around here someplace, don't you?" He nodded, returning her grin. "Well get it set up or whatever so we can start this." Marshall walked away to get his camera and tripod and a fresh video cassette tape, leaving Linda and Thomas momentarily alone. Linda patted the couch and Thomas sat at her side.

'Holy shit,' he thought to himself as her fingers reached out and held his rock-hard shaft just beneath the spongy head poking out of his foreskin 'could she be any more awesome?' Stroking upward pushed a clear drop of pre-cum out of his piss slit. She was a complete puzzle to her new fiancé. One minute all sweet and innocent and the next, she seemed as hard and tough as a professional dominatrix. But most of all, he thought, she seemed to really know what they were about – and she was so accepting and willing that he couldn't believe his luck. He'd dreamed of finding someone of his own – someone like Sara – who could complete their inner circle. Now, it seemed, he had…and he certainly wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize that – whatever the cost.

"Linda, darling," Thomas spoke quietly to his fiancée as she lay naked on her side, "just promise me now, whatever happens, you will always be mine."

Time seemed to stop as Linda looked into Thomas' eyes. She spoke softly – her voice normal like it was before all of this started. "Thomas, I don't think I can make that promise. Sometimes, I will belong to someone else – we both know that, right?" His cock twitched in her hand and she smiled at him. "But what I can and will promise you is…I will always be your wife, and eventually I will always come back to you. Isn't that what you really want?" 

He nodded his head before bending down and kissing her softly and sweetly on her puffy pink lips. "Please don't laugh," he said, "but I really think I, you know, might actually love you already."

Marshall had set his camera up on the tripod and plugged the adapter into the wall. Then he moved around the room, turning on several small lamps and lighting a few candles as well. 

Linda leaned up on her arm and put her mouth close to Thomas' ear. "I know you do, love…I do, too." She kissed him lightly on the lips then whispered a final time. "Remember, that's why I'm doing this."

"Okay, kids, we're ready to go!" Marshall had the camera pointed at the couch and was ready to push the red 'record' button. "Anybody here have any movie-making experience? Anyone? Anything at all?" He and Thomas started laughing when they heard Greg mumbling in reply? "What was that, pledge Gregory?"

The Hollywood star turned from the desk and stood exposed before them. He let them look at him; he was used to the stares but this time it truly excited him – these were people from his 'real' life. "Sir, I said 'what a dick', Sir." Linda gasped and the boys howled in laughter. 

"Were you talking about me, pledge?" Marshall tried to stay serious but he couldn't help laughing again.

"Well, in a way, Brother Goldman," Greg kept his eyes on Linda as he answered. "I must have been momentarily overwhelmed by the magnificent meat hanging between your legs, Sir." Everyone laughed again and suddenly it seemed like a good time to start playing. 

"Three, two, one…" There was a distinct clink and Marshall started speaking. "This is for you, my darling. I'm speaking English for the sake of your new friend. She insisted that we include you in this, love. So sit back, relax and enjoy this until one or more of us can get over to see you in person." The camera was pointed at the couch, the frame centered around the blonde coed laying naked on her side and facing the lens.

"I'm so happy you can share this with me, Sara. What I would like to do, if you don't mind, is let you know what is happening now," Linda grinned into the camera, "and then, I hope you don't think I'm being rude, but I want all of us to kind of forget about you, you know? I think it will be better for you to watch and enjoy, okay?" She looked at the three boys and they nodded their approval. "Okay, the boys think so, too. So, you know about earlier, how I met your boys. And that Thomas has proposed and I've accepted. But what you might not have guessed is that I'm still a virgin." 

Linda sat up and looked directly into the lens. "Yes, it's true. I know it's hard to believe, but you will find I never lie." Linda grinned as she traced her fingers around her firm breasts. "Thomas thinks it's his right, as my future husband, to be the first one in me. And I guess I kind of agree. But," she grabbed Greg by the hand and brought him over to the couch and stood him up opposite Thomas, "when I have a chance to lose it to him, well, what young girl wouldn't want that? I mean really!"

She stood up on the couch cushion, her left arm across Greg's shoulder and her right across Thomas'. "Now I'm not saying that Thomas isn't great looking and built well and sexy as hell – he is! And for a regular guy, he's the best kisser I've ever kissed. But, you know, sometime this afternoon, I realized that my fiancé is not the alpha-dog here. Yours is, Sara. He must be – after all, he was the first one that ever saw me naked and sucked my breasts and put his fingers in my pussy, not my fiancé." She looked down to see Thomas erection jerking and twitching like a puppet on a string. "See what I mean?" She giggled and Thomas turned a dark shade of crimson and all trace of a smile was gone from his face.

"But between us girls, Marshall scares me a little, Sara. I mean, he's just too thick to be my first, you know? But like I said on the phone, I promise I'll take care of him for you." She gave Thomas a little half-smile. "I meant to tell you about that, honey. Don't worry, you can still have him, too." She giggled at the camera. "You're right, Sara. He is fun to tease a little." Linda smiled as she sat back down on the couch. "So there we are. I'm still a virgin and the pizza is getting cold. Time to fix both, huh?"

Linda pulled Greg down to sit next to her on the couch. She started talking to him, forgetting the camera. "I have to be honest with you, pledge. I really am a virgin, but I have no proof. Like most female gymnasts, I lost my little cherry at an early age. I only dated a few times in high school and I never did more than let a boy kiss me a little. Well, until today, anyway." She turned into him and kissed him with all the desire that she had ever felt for her cinematic ideal. "So now," she said breaking their kiss, "I will fulfill my fiancé's request and let him be the first man inside me. Then, pledge Gregory, you are going to do everything to me that all of your secret, hot fans, all the high school girls and the MILF's, ask you to do to them." She pushed him off the couch. "Get something to eat – you'll need your strength." She turned to her fiancé. "Your turn, baby."

Sliding to the side of the couch, Linda threw her right leg up over the back cushion and put her left foot on the floor. "C'mon, Thomas…you wanted this so let's get it over with." She held her pussy lips apart with her strong, tiny fingers. "I figure you would have had to push an inch – maybe an inch and a half – to take my cherry, baby. What do you think?" Thomas looked at her – confusion mixing with lust and desire – he really wasn't sure he knew what she was talking about. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, honey, that's what I thought, too." She smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and drew him closer.

"Get it wet, baby. Make it slick and slippery." Thomas spit in his hand and wrapped his fingers around his erection. "Is it wet, honey?" she asked him. "Are you ready?" She pulled him down between her stretched out legs. His left knee was on the cushion and his right foot was on the floor as he bent towards her to line his cock up with the small pink entrance to her fresh vagina. "Easy now, baby…I'll guide you in – you don't move on your own, understand?" 

All he was thinking about was getting his cock inside this hot young girl (Christ, he thought, she's my freakin fiancée!) who came into their lives so suddenly and mysteriously. He nodded mindlessly again and let her put both of her hands around his rock-hard pole. She slid his foreskin back and exposed his dark pink head and about an inch of his shaft below that before her fingers tightened their grip. Slowly and methodically she rubbed the soft, spongy head through the furrow of her tiny pink labia, her girl-juice leaking out, bathing the top of his cock with her slick, lubricating honey.

The blonde, eighteen year old coed was a riot of nerves and electrical shocks and desire and fear as everything started to crash down all around her. She'd thought she could pull off the fantasy that had been playing in her head with no problem – always staying in control. But the very moment that she'd touched her virginal sex with Thomas' stiff cock, her world came flying apart. 

"Oh, God," she moaned with her eyes looking right into his, "Thomas, this feels…unnngh…" sparks of violent erotic energy concentrated around her small hole, "…so hot, so…oh, I want you now!" She tightened her grip even more around his throbbing shaft, "Don't push, baby…I'll do it for you."

Marshall had moved behind the camera and zoomed in to a tight shot of Thomas' cock resting on Linda's nether lips. He whispered into the microphone, "This is for you, my love" just as Linda pushed the tip of his cockhead through her pretty pink lips and into her tight, tiny hole.

"God, Tommy…" she hissed at him, her eyes becoming glaring slits of lust and pain, "…unnngh, that hurts…wait, let me…ahhh, ahhh, hmmmm…fuck, okay." She stopped with a final groan when her fingers reached her spread-open lips and he was buried about two inches deep inside her tight moist tunnel.

Through the viewfinder, Marshall saw his best friend's cockhead and another inch disappear into Linda's impossibly small pussy. His own cock was as hard as he could ever remember – this was the hottest thing he'd witnessed in a very long time. He knew if he touched himself even once, he would start to shoot. 

A minute earlier, Greg had picked a piece of pizza out of the box with the intention of bringing it to the naked nymph on the couch. But when he'd turned around, he found he couldn't move. The scene unfolding on the couch was as compelling as anything he'd seen on the screen and he stood there staring while the slice grew cold in his hands.

"Mmmm, can you feel it, Tommy?" Linda was whispering, but loud enough that everyone could hear. "That's where my cherry would be." She moaned as she moved him around in a little circle, stretching her little pussy so delightfully. "But you wouldn't go all the way, wouldn't break it the first time, huh?" Holding him tightly with both hands, the little blonde pulled him almost all the way out of her. "Let's stretch it out one more time, okay?" All four of them moaned as she pulled him back into her – stopping again after about two inches, her fingers circling his shaft prevented him from plowing all the way in. She used him again to stretch herself out and make herself ready for what she knew was coming.

"Okay, baby," her voice was so throaty and deep, "this one should do it. Back out now…" She pulled him almost all the way out again but this time moved her hands about an inch lower on his steel-hard pole. She held him very still as she moved herself this time, slipping her tight young pussy over his cock. The first inch-and-a-half was easy, but she had to force herself forward to take the last inch before the barrier of her fingers stopped her. The feeling of a real cock inside her started her girl-juice flowing again and she could feel her fingers starting to slip on Thomas' cock. "Unnnghh…that's it, lover…you did it – you've taken my cherry." 




A Tale of Two Families Ch. 03



And as hard as it was for her – as much as she wanted her future husband to assert himself and claim her for his own – when he didn't press for more immediately, she held him still while she pulled her 'almost fucked' pussy off the top of his stiff prick. Linda moved her hands behind Thomas' neck and pulled him close. Her lips found his ear and she whispered for him alone. "You could have taken me…all of me…if you really wanted to, Tommy-boy. I'm so happy you love me and trust me enough to show me what you really want. I promise I will always come back to you, Thomas." Their kiss mixed their passion and lust with a deeper understanding of what their future might hold. 

Much too soon for Thomas, Linda drew back and gently pushed him away. She smiled at his temporary confusion and then turned towards Greg. By the time she'd looked from one to the other, her eyes had become glaring slits – lust and want and need combining to illuminate wherever she gazed. And they positively glowed when she looked at the man who would become her first true lover. What she saw was as close to perfection as she could ever imagine. Her breathing became faster and shallower and she felt the flush of her desire move through her skin, leaving her hot and moist and aching with need. She turned quickly back to her fiancé and gave him a quick smirk before turning all of her attention back to her own private wet-dream come to life. 

She beckoned him over, patting the couch next to her as she sat back and curled her legs beneath her. She smiled back at Thomas and then at Marshall, her young, sweet voice very conversational as she encouraged them to eat some pizza before it all went cold. But when Greg sat down, she reverted to the throaty, bluesy voice that had captivated them before. "So, pledge Gregory, it seems you've already had one of these boys' fiancées, huh?" He looked at her and his eyes seemed to glare like they did on screen. Her nipples ached like they had been pinched too hard and the pain shot straight to her throbbing little clit. She shuddered as he nodded, her hot, clenching pussy threatening to leak her precious girl-juice down her thighs. "Tell me all about it, pledge."

"Uhm...what can I tell you?" The smile that crossed his lips had won him his first Academy Award. It totally melted the defenseless Midwestern coed. "She's French." He looked at Marshall and chuckled. "Yeah – I think that says it all." Somehow, as he turned back around to face the naked, blonde nymph, he seemed to grow larger, more imposing and definitely more in control. "But you…" he reached out with his right hand and slid it around her left side, "are something completely different." He pulled her small, perfectly-shaped body across the soft leather cushion and up against his right thigh. She started to giggle, hoping she hadn't left a 'snail trail' but that thought left her immediately as his lips pressed firmly into hers and her universe suddenly consisted of their two bodies and nothing more.

The room, the low whirring of the video camera, the smell of the pizza and even the other two boys all faded away as Linda became lost in the most intense kiss of her life. His lips and his tongue worked their magic on the inexperienced little blonde and she fell completely under his spell. As his mouth engulfed hers, his hands slid over her lithe, athletic body finding her warm and receptive to anything he did. His fingers pulled and twisted her swollen nipples until they stood out harder and longer than ever before and when he pinched the extended pink buds hard between his thumb and finger, all she did was moan into his mouth and push her firm little tit even harder into his hand. 

"Mmmm," Greg moaned as he broke contact with her mouth, "maybe not completely different." He looked up for a moment and caught Marshall's eye. "Sara likes it when I hurt her a little, too." Linda moaned again, trying to picture the dark, Mediterranean girl in the position she was in now. She felt her pussy walls getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of her idol's penetration and it was getting harder and harder to wait – but Greg seemed in no rush to shove his perfect cock into her. He was having way too much fun playing with the naïve gymnast. He pushed her away and moved into the corner of the arm rest and the back cushion and leaned back at an angle that revealed him completely to the camera's lens, his steel-like pole curving gracefully up out of his crotch towards the heavens. 

"Come here, little girl," he patted his thigh as he smiled the 1000-watt stunner at the too-cute blonde. He'd been with enough young girls to know they usually needed more direction than they cared to admit. He hadn't stopped slapping himself before she was between his legs, her sky-blue eyes staring hungrily at his erection while her tongue kept licking her lips. "Lick it, baby…make it nice and wet for your almost-virgin pussy." Without any further prompting from the Hollywood star, the recently orphaned eighteen year old bent over and put her mouth on his hot, firm flesh.

Marshall and Thomas, standing together near the tripod, were as lost in the scene as Linda was. It wasn't the first time they had witnessed Greg in action with one of their fiancées, but the feelings were exactly the same. He was, they'd decided after seeing him with Sara, truly larger than life. There was just something about him and the few other 'stars' that he'd introduced them to that made them all seem bigger than their own reality and not bound by societal conventions. They both knew that he could and would have Linda completely dominated whenever he chose. They had seen it happen before – first with Sara…and then with their own mothers. And they knew the effects of his sensuality were not limited to just the immediate object of his attentions. As the boys watched Thomas' fiancée gently start lapping at Greg's hairless sac with her tiny pink tongue, they were every bit as turned on as she was. 

She felt her flesh starting to vibrate as she worked her way up his beautifully curved shaft, leaving him wet and sticky with her saliva – her time was coming and she was barely able to wait a moment longer. She arched her back and put his cockhead into her mouth, her tongue lapping his sweet, clear pre-cum as she held him between her lips as she moaned around him. As he groaned his approval, she dropped her head even further, trying to take all of him. But after a few more inches, his cockhead hit the back of her mouth and she started to gag.

Greg pushed her back and then pulled her up his body until she was straddling his stomach, his curved cock behind her and nestled comfortably in the crack of her tight, athletic ass. "Too soon, honey," he said sweetly to the innocent young thing. "Look at your fiancé," he turned her head to the side where she saw Thomas on his knees in front of Marshall. Wordlessly, in some kind of erotic shock, she watched Marshall fucking her fiancé's mouth with his hard, fat prick. "Let him teach you, baby…he gives some of the best head I've ever had." 

The sweet young thing had fantasized about being with this cinematic super-star for years after every time she'd seen him on TV or in a movie. Never in a million years would she have thought that he'd engaged in gay sex, yet here he was, telling her how well her future husband had sucked his cock! Her young cunt started to flood as she realized that nothing in her life was ever going to be the same after that night. 

Suddenly, as she stared spellbound at the homo-erotic sex show in front of her, Greg put his hands around her waist and lifted her petite body up, turned her around, and gently lowered her back down. Her back was against his chest now and his thick prick was sticking up through her thighs and nestled back against her hot pink hole. Each time either of them moved, his shaft rubbed across her little clitoral hood and her moans became almost constant as her excitement increased second by second. 

Greg's hands moved up from her waist and covered both of her small, perfectly shaped breasts. He began rolling her thickened nipples agonizingly slowly between his fingers, occasionally pulling them out and away from her chest. He felt her arousal each time he pulled and twisted the pebbled flesh – her pussy started leaking girl-juice all over the base of his cock. "Do you want this to be unforgettable, baby?" He whispered softly in her ear, her moans blocking his words from the two boys. "Do you want to burn this into your fiancé's mind forever?"

"Yes…oh, God…yessss!!!" Her response came out in a hiss, like the snake in the Garden. Her shallow breathing was getting faster and faster as her excitement rose. "Please, Greg…I can't wait…" The words slurred out of her mouth as her hands rubbed his magnificent stick against her wet, sticky slit.

Greg was cupping her breasts and using his thumbs to tease and squeeze her nipples taking her almost to the edge of climax. "Tommy-boy," he called softly across the coffee table, "get over here, bitch – we need you now."

Marshall pulled his fat dick out of his best friend's mouth allowing Thomas to move to the couch. "Yeah, Tommy-boy," he smirked, "your turn now, cucky." Thomas barely heard his friend as he moved almost unconsciously towards his fiancé and the movie star, his hard-on leading the way. The few steps he had to take seemed the longest in his young life, but before he could even think about what was happening, Greg took complete control.

"C'mon, Tommy-boy, you know what to do," he said as the nineteen year old fraternity boy dropped to his knees in front of the couch. "You don't want your adorable little fiancée to wait any longer do you?" Thomas looked into Linda's eyes and saw frustration and lust in equal proportions and he steeled himself for what was coming. "Do it, bitch-boy! Don't make me wait!" Greg's hands moved from Linda's breasts to underneath her firm, taut thighs and gently lifted her several inches above his lap.

Blushing furiously, Thomas reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the beautifully hard, curved staff that jutted out from Greg's crotch and started to move it towards his fiancée's tiny pink hole. "Not so fast, Tommy. You aren't gonna try to put a dry dick in her precious little pussy, are you? Show a little class and consideration, man – she's gonna be your wife."

His flesh felt like a million ants were crawling all over him and he could barely breathe as he drew Greg's penis back towards his own face. He dropped his open mouth over the glans and let his saliva coat the hot flesh as his tongue spread it around.

"Hey, that's enough, Tommy. You're just supposed to make me wet, not give me a fucking blowjob." Thomas heard both Greg and Marshall chuckling as he took the slick, wet pole out of his mouth, his fingers working the moisture all over the stone-hard shaft.

WHAP!! Thomas was stunned as the bottom of Linda's foot crashed into his chest. "Quit fucking around, Thomas…put him in me now!" Without any further thought, he pushed Greg's manhood into his future wife's cunt and Greg let her settle down on it, taking it in as fast as she could, her hunger insatiable and her lust still unslaked. 

And as fast as that, Thomas became the second willing cuckold (that he knew of) in the Larkin clan.

"Oh…uhnnn…so thick, baby…oh God, you're splitting me in half!" Greg let the beautiful eighteen year old blonde adjust to her first real penetration as he kissed her neck and licked the hot, moist flesh of her shoulders. "You fill me…never felt…anything…ahhh, so good, baby." Linda's breathing was getting steadier as she took control of her body and her emotions as best she could. "Mmmmhh…I think…uhnnn geez…okay, superstar…" she looked straight into Thomas' eyes, "now…fuck me now, lover."

Greg lifted her up until only his cock-head was still inside her hot little hole and Linda moaned at the sudden emptiness inside her. Then he slowly dropped her tiny body down again until her bare naked pussy lips came to rest against his pubic bone, his cock-head kissing her cervix ever so gently. This time, her fluids released and coated his thickness, easing her resistance as he pulled her tight gymnast's body up again and held her suspended with just the very tip of his cock separating her deep pink labia. 

"Put your arms up - lock your fingers together behind my neck." His stage-whispers sent chills across her as his breath covered the flesh he had just tasted. She did as he asked and then turned her face to his for a kiss. It started so romantically that Linda felt all of her dreams and fantasies were starting to come true. But only seconds later she was feeling anything but romantic as Greg's tongue started raping the inside of her mouth just before his teeth began biting at her lower lip. She pulled away and looked into his lust-driven eyes for answers. "It's what you told me you wanted, darling," his smile more cruel than loving, "to do everything my crazy fans asked for." The short laughter he directed towards Marshall and Thomas held no humor. "You wouldn't believe the things they put in their fan-mail, boys. It is truly sick."

He turned back to the tiny blonde perched just above his thick, curved phallus. "Now show me what you really want – not what you think you should ask for." His hands squeezed the under-sides of her thighs as he held her aloft. "You can hold yourself up, can't you? Just your hands and arms around my neck?" Linda nodded hesitantly. "Good," he smiled back at her, "because I'm going to take my hands away and then you can show us all what you really want." 

Her athletic fitness was what he was counting on, and she didn't disappoint him at all. He felt her core muscles tighten and her hands and arms set and when he removed his hands she didn't drop at all.

"Show us," Greg said, "show your fiancé and his friend what you really want, Babygirl." His hands moved back to her firm teenage tits; his fingers rolled her nipples until her body started to shake and it was only then that she let herself fall excruciatingly slowly down his thick, curved shaft.

She was lost in a place she never would have believed existed for people like her. Sensitivities and awareness all heightened to a degree she'd never known before. Every vein on his steel-hard shaft brought her feelings of exquisite pleasure as she slid down millimeter by millimeter. And every single movement brought a moan from deep within the beautiful young girl that cut through her fiancé's heart while making his small-ish prick harder than ever before.

(to be continued)



A Tale of Two Families Ch. 04



(Please read A Tale of Two Families – Chapters 1, 2 and 3 if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. This story contains elements of incest, cuckolding, group and bi-sexual relations. If this offends, please go elsewhere.)

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Her moans had the same effect on Marshall and he couldn't help but whisper into the microphone from the video camera. "Can you hear her, chere? Those are the same moans, the same sounds you made…you know…the first time you and Greg were together." He paused to catch his breath and calm down just a little. "Please, chere…promise me I can be there the next time you see him…"

And the moans, along with her actions, gave Greg the answer he was looking for as well. "Well, Tommy-boy," he smiled serenely at the taller boy staring at them like a man possessed, "it seems that your fiancé wants more than a wild movie fuck. I think she wants to really make love." Linda groaned – she had never wanted anything more. Thomas looked into her eyes and saw the truth – she wanted it, needed it, had to have it. And he couldn't stop them if he'd wanted to. He sank slowly to his knees, heart pounding and a flush spreading across his chest. He was almost ashamed of himself as he angled for a better view.

As Linda pulled herself up she felt her pussy lips clinging to the steel-hard, satin smooth flesh of his thick shaft and she felt her muscular vaginal walls gripping and squeezing all along his length. She never wanted the feelings to stop, her nerves already addicted to the sensations that spread from her tiny, cock-filled cunt through every square inch of flesh across her entire body. But as soon as she reached the top, when his fat, knobby cock-head spread her lips as wide as they could go, she felt Greg's hands underneath her ass, holding her steady and supporting her completely. She felt like a doll, helpless and naked in his arms and completely under his control. This is what she really wanted – to be used by this incredibly beautiful and sexy man – this was the fantasy that held so many women in his sway around the world.

Had she been anyone else, Greg thought ruefully, he would have given her what she originally asked for. But she had been so tight – her beautiful little teenage pussy was so small – any aggressive or dominant sex could really have hurt her badly and he had no desire to use her in that way. Instead, he decided to loosen her up the way she would enjoy the most. He turned her again until they were front-to-front; she felt lighter than a feather in his strong, sinewy arms. He brought her close, crushing her firm breasts against him, her diamond-tipped nipples burning into his chest. This time their kiss held no surprises, only the promise of complete satisfaction. When he pulled his lips away this time she saw his smile behind his warm, loving eyes. He moved his hands to her waist, told her to remain calm and then lifted and twisted her torso. When he was through with the maneuver, Linda was suspended upside-down, her face against his tight stomach and her bald, pink pussy only inches in front of his hungry, anxious mouth, his hands firmly around her trim waist.

"Straighten your neck, Babygirl," he said with growing excitement. "Stay relaxed…breathe through your nose…try to swallow if you can."

"Oh fuck me, Tommy-boy," Marshall was trying to hold off an impending orgasm; he could barely control his hands as they kept finding his cock and stroking furiously. Thomas had no words for what he was witness to – he could only groan as Greg started to lower his adorable fiancée, her mouth wide open and poised to receive his magnificent erection. It was a position he would see her in again in the future, after he told her one night how insanely erotic the whole scene was.

The matinee idol of millions lowered his newest lover until she took his cock-head and a little of his hard, curved shaft between her plump, pink lips and into her mouth. "Yes, lil darlin', that's right…use your tongue…make me all wet for you." He groaned when he felt the tip of her tongue search his pee-hole for drops of his sweet pre-cum and then he lowered her further. She started to gag when his head hit the back of her throat but he pulled her back with soft words of encouragement and then they tried it again.

He lowered her once again and that time she kept herself open for him. Her own excitement peaked with the realization that she could please him that way and she had another mini-climax when she successfully swallowed his cock-head into her throat. Confidant then in her new-found ability, Linda put her hands on Greg's rock-hard thighs so she could control her own movements up and down his thick, curved stalk. The vibrations that ran through his body made his hard shaft resonate in her throat as she repeated the swallowing action over and over – each time feeling stronger and more empowered by her control over his pleasure. But then Greg turned her world completely upside down and inside out. As Linda feasted on his gorgeous gland, Greg pulled her baby-smooth shaved pussy to his mouth, licking and sucking her like a starving man at a Thanksgiving dinner.

She felt the tip of his tongue first as it drew circles around her hot pink clitoral hood trying to uncover her precious little fleshy pearl. Then it was the broad flat surface of his mouth organ that made her flesh quiver as he brought it across her swollen lips until he covered the entrance to her just-fucked cunt, massaging her pussy and collecting her leaking girl-juice. But when he moved again it was too much for the young coed – she screamed around his cock as his tongue danced over the slightly darker flesh of her anal ring and she exploded as her long-delayed orgasm overwhelmed her. The vibrations that wracked her young, inexperienced body were so strong they caused her throat to clamp down on his invading organ and he came with her, jettisoning his thick, fertile sperm deep into her throat until she had trouble breathing and with her hands on his thighs she pushed herself up and off of his still hard dick.

Moans and groans from all four of them filled the room as Linda and Greg rearranged themselves on the couch. The movie man laid down on his left side, his back against the back cushions of the couch, and his thick but softening penis pointed upward while resting on his flat stomach. Linda maneuvered herself onto her left side as well, her firm, rounded butt nestled against his groin as she tried to catch her breath. When she was calm and comfortable, she looked up and smiled at her fiancé. "Bring me a glass of wine, Tommy-boy," she said with only a hint of a smirk in her voice, "I need something to numb my throat." With her eyes still locked on her fiancé's, the petite gymnast moaned as Greg's fingers found her hard, pointy nipples and started to play with them once again. "Hurry, honey," she admonished him with a pouty little voice, "my lover's cock is getting hard against my ass and I don't want to keep him waiting."

Thomas knelt before the naked duo on the couch, Linda's wineglass in his hand. He was still completely blown away by the incredible girl that had suddenly become his fiancée/hot wife and Mistress all in the course of a few hours. Her knowledge and insight about Thomas' sexual needs was unbelievable – she was acting as if she'd written The Cuckold, not just read her mother's page-worn copy. But mostly, as he waited on his knees for what he knew was coming, he remembered that day almost ten years before when he walked into his father's study and saw his parents and Marshall's father in almost the same position. 

The young boy had ducked quickly behind his father's big desk and tried to keep the noise of his ragged breathing as low as possible. He felt as hot back then as he did kneeling before the couch now. In his mind's eye, it was his father on his knees and he was licking Mr. Goldman's (Marshall's father) dick! He couldn't understand why his beautiful mother was standing beside him – naked and smiling – and laughing at her husband. All he knew was that his little penis was standing up in his underwear and when he peaked around the desk and saw Marshall's daddy kiss his mommy, he felt all funny and it seemed like he was trying not to pee but it was different and confusing.

Later that night, when Thomas' mother came into his room to give him a good-night kiss, she sat down on the edge of his bed and took his hand in hers. She smiled and it lit up his insides – like most ten year old boys, he thought she was perfect in every way. "Tommy," she whispered into his ear, her long blonde hair tickling his cheek, "can I tell you a secret?" He giggled and nodded his head. "Mommy saw you come into Daddy's study this afternoon."

Little Tommy's heart stopped, his eyes popped wide open and his face flushed a deep red as his embarrassment and shame spread through his body. "I'm sorry, Mom…so sorry…I never should…don't know why…" Tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh, no…no, Tommy," she wiped his tears away with her thumbs and kept smiling at her precious boy. "Mommy's not mad, honey…not mad at all. Mommy can never be mad at you, Tommy…it's okay, really." And after a few minutes of soft tickles and kisses on his cheeks, Tommy had calmed down enough to listen to his mother.

"I bet you were surprised when you saw us, weren't you?" Tommy blushed as he nodded, remembering the way his mother had looked, naked and exposed. His blush deepened as he began to feel himself grow under the sheets. "I was pretty surprised when I saw you, too?" She giggled softly and Thomas relaxed almost immediately. "You know why I was so surprised, honey?" Thomas shook his head slowly back and forth. "Tommy, I was surprised because…well…we were playing an adult game, honey, and I really wasn't expecting to see any children. When I saw you, it surprised me a little."

"Mom," Tommy tried to sound all grown up and adult – it was all his mother could do to hold in her laughter and keep her face as serious as she could, "can I tell you something?"

"Oh my baby," she rained kisses on his forehead and over his eyes and nose, "you can always tell me anything…you can tell Mommy everything, Tommy, because Mommy loves you so much."

"My, uhm…my penis," it was hard for her to hear him, his head turned away from her in pre-adolescent embarrassment, "it kind of got real hard and then, when I looked a second time, it felt like I was , you know, uhm…peeing, kinda…I guess, but nothing came out." Hearing nothing, he turned his head back and saw his mother smiling so sweetly at him. "Uhm, am I okay, Mommy? What happened? What did it mean?"

He knew he would never forget the love in her smile and the softness in her voice. "It means my little boy is starting to grow up. Soon, Tommy, you and Marshall are going to change. You will become men instead of boys."

"Mommy," his voice was so meek she couldn't help but smile, "uhm…you looked…uhm…really beautiful." She kissed her little boy one more time and wished him a restful night, leaving him smiling and sighing as she left his room.

Understanding the past more and more every minute, Thomas lifted the wineglass to his fiancée's hand and then looked over her shoulder into her lover's eyes. "Allow me, Sir. I think I know what the lady would like now." Greg's eyes crinkled and he laughed silently while nodding his permission.

Linda put her glass down on the cocktail table and stared at her cuckold fiancé. "Pretty bold, Tommy-boy, thinking you know what I'd like." Her voice was low and smoky and she giggled when his eyes opened wide at her implied challenge. "For your sake, my darling, I hope you're right." Her sky-blue eyes were blazing with lust and darkly dominating at the same time. Twisting her torso as sensuously as her years of training allowed, the sweat on her glistening skin highlighted every erotic movement of muscle and flesh. When she kissed her lover, Thomas was as hard as he was that day in his father's study. But this time he knew why.

Marshall, in an effort to use his hands for anything other than touching his hard, fat dick moved the tripod closer to the couch and at a slightly sharper angle. When Linda settled back down in front of Greg, he fixed the focus and centered the frame around Linda's hairless mound. He zoomed out just in time to see his best friend perform almost the same acts that he had – the day that he'd introduced Sara to the Hollywood mega-star. Keeping his hands away from his swollen cock and balls was torture, but he knew he would have his turn with the hot little coed as soon as Greg was through and he wanted to show her up front that his load would always be greater than her future husband's.

Meanwhile, Thomas was on his knees in front of the couch. He knelt across from the lovers' hips, angled so the camera wasn't blocked from the coming action. The first thing he did was lift Linda's right leg until her tiny foot rested on top of the back cushion. It was extremely humiliating to hear them whispering and laughing – he knew it was about him – yet he was growing more excited by the second. 

Next, the willing collegiate cuckold moved his head to his fiancée's silky smooth sex and he licked her deep pink lips, coating them generously with his saliva. While he kept her steaming slit wet with his tongue, his hand closed around Greg's long, thick prick and drew it forward between Linda's spread legs. With his thumb, he smoothed a drop of pre-cum over the huge spongy head and then he turned his face a few degrees to the left and opened his mouth to let Greg's thick cockhead push through his lips and lay across his tongue. He felt an electric rush move through his body as he realized this would be only the first of many penises that he would 'make ready' for his future wife, his mind's eye already picturing the same experience with Marshall and both of their fathers. 

Thomas felt a little faint realizing that Greg's erection had become comfortably buried in his throat and blocking his air supply and he gagged a little pulling his head back. He looked into Linda's eyes and then her lover's and saw lust and desire gleaming and burning in both of them. With one hand firmly gripping Greg's steel-hard rod, his other hand held his fiancée's hot, wet lips open so he could join them together in fulfillment of their shared fantasies. Linda's moans of total pleasure were all he heard as he put the mega-star's cock into his fiancée's anxious cunt.

As soon as he felt his cockhead 'pop' into his newest slut's tight, nearly virgin vagina, he pushed Thomas away and slid another three or four inches into the petite coed until her groans stopped his forward progress.

"Oh, God…please stop….unnngh…so big, baby…never been so stuffed!!!" Her eyes were squeezed shut, small tears running down her cheeks and forgetting his proper place for a moment, Thomas leaned forward into the couch and softly asked her if she was alright. 

The incredibly cute coed, the epitome of the girl next door, had done everything she possibly could to enjoy that 'once in a lifetime' day. Every single thing was unbelievable – yet she found no fault with Marshall's logic or Thomas' obvious devotion. And, she smiled to herself, her new fiancé seemed perfect in several other ways as well. He was, she thought, next to Greg, the best looking man she'd ever known. Tall, handsome and trim he was a typical Ivy League 'man's man.' Smart and certainly wealthy to the point that her 'three to four million dollars' really wasn't needed, he was truly the kind of man she'd desired in all of her teenage fantasies…and especially after reading her mother's book. She was already looking forward to some alone time with him so she could reinforce and reward his submissive, cuckold nature. 

She was totally into the flow of the events surrounding her; the sudden and tragic death of her parents had given her the freedom she'd always dreamed of (though never at that cost) and circumstances had fed her hottest fantasies in ways she'd never imagined. Within hours of accepting the marriage proposal of a complete stranger, he had become her cuckold and was assisting her to fulfill the fantasy fuck of most of the world's cinema-going women. Laying on her side, her back resting against her superstar lover's broad, muscular chest, she felt his left arm snake under her side until his hand came to rest covering her left breast. His right hand held her under her right thigh, keeping her legs spread and ready for his assault. 

Linda let all her feelings and passion go out of control as she turned to kiss her first real lover. The tingle she felt from her fiancé's tongue gliding through her creamy slit was heavenly and he seemed to be in synch with Greg's fingers as he pinched and pulled her swollen nipple. When she felt cool air where his mouth had just been, she opened her eyes and was overwhelmed by what she saw. As handsome and truly masculine as Thomas appeared standing on his own, he was equally sexy and beautiful with a hard, curved cock in his mouth. Linda thought she couldn't have been happier and then to add to her unbelievable pleasure, her sexy cuckold slid her lover's big spongy cockhead through her lips and then into the tiny pink mouth of her sex. 

She was thrilled as her tight teenage pussy was stretched open again to accommodate her Number 1 Fantasy Cock but when Greg pushed himself halfway into her, she immediately understood the intimate connection between pain and pleasure, something she had only read about before in The Cuckold. Momentarily confused by her own naïve thoughts, regarding both Thomas and herself as only one dimensional, she suddenly chilled herself with the revelation that there was a little submissive side to her that liked to play, too. She heard moaning in the background as her hand covered the fingers on her left breast. She pressed and squeezed until Greg started responding, his fingers twisting her dark pink nipples and pulling them up and out until her tender tit couldn't stretch any more. He flexed his thick, hard shaft, anxious for her to adjust and start lubricating his way and she realized the moans she heard were her own. 

With her eyes closed, Linda lost herself between all the different physical sensations flooding her body and the electric light show that was playing on the back of her eyelids. She was halfway to paradise when Thomas' ill-timed concern crashed her world.

Her eyes snapped open and Thomas felt the glare strike from her eyes like a slap across the face. He slid back down to his knees and started to apologize, his face burning red and his eyes avoiding hers. 

"Look at me, Thomas," her voice was so deep and smoky, so compelling, not what anyone would expect to come out of the mouth of this blonde, eighteen year old babe, "look at your fiancée and her lover." She reached her right arm around the back of Greg's neck and pulled his face down to hers, their lips opening as they touched. 

The nineteen year old sophomore was in a special place of his own as he drew his eyes up to look at the couple intimately joined on the couch. Like his fiancée, he was bombarded by thoughts and feelings and emotions that had never come together exactly like this before. His eyes swept over the loving couple as they kissed. He felt as though he'd seen them together before and had experienced the same strange combination of shame, humiliation, and lust that he felt at that moment. But then he realized he was recalling his father's explanations of how he felt when his mother cuckolded him. It was confusing, but what he knew for sure was that his cock was harder than it had ever been. His mouth was so dry he almost couldn't get the words out. "You…both of you…so beautiful, so hot." His hand moved and his fingers found his hard cock; before he knew it he was stroking himself as he watched them kiss. 




A Tale of Two Families Ch. 04



Linda forced herself to pull her face away and turn back to Thomas. Her eyes opened wide and a sly smile broke across her pretty pink lips before she told him to stop touching himself. "From now on, Tommy-boy, your cute little dickie belongs to me, right?" His face about to burst into flames, he nodded his reply. "Not good enough, Tommy – say it, say the words."

He was trying but it was hard to breathe. "My penis…" he started.

"No," Linda giggled, "you know that's not what I said." Her hand came down from Greg's neck and moved in front of Thomas' groin. She pulled her middle finger back with her thumb and then built up a little torque before 'snapping' the back of her finger against his sac. She waited for his groan to stop and told him to try again.

"My cute little…dickie…belongs to you."

The last words weren't even out of his mouth when Linda's cunt started to flow, her sweet girl-juice smoothing the way for Greg's passage through her virginal canal. Looking her fiancé/cuckold directly in his eyes, everyone knew her words were for her lover. "Now, Mr. Fantasy, fuck me deep and fuck me hard."

Greg moved back out an inch or so and then pushed his perfect cock fully inside the fresh, slick, unused walls of the teenage gymnast who looked like Kate Hudson (except for the curly hair) in Almost Famous. Her body so fit and trim, her curves just starting to take shape and her breasts still small and so sexy, Greg couldn't remember the last time he'd had anyone quite like this girl. Between her moans and groans, he told her so. He said she was perfect in so many ways and he knew he would want her over and over again. 

He fucked her beautifully, varying tempo and depth, changing angles as he read the signals from her hips and pelvis as they moved together. She moaned as pleasure and pain mixed deep in her core. "Oh fuck, baby," her voice low and gravelly, "that hurts so good." She moaned again, the pleasure now overwhelming her initial discomfort and she made this obvious as she looked at her future husband. "His big cock is hitting my cervix, Tommy. It hurts but it feels so good." She looked at him and shook her head. "I don't think your cute little dickie can reach that far."

Thomas almost lost himself as he stared at the couple on the couch. He watched Greg's thick, hard cock slide in and out of Linda's perfect, tight teenage cunt over and over until his breathing and his moaning matched their sensuous fuck. Her eyes lit up in a way that her husband would become familiar with over the years. "But I think I'm gonna like that feeling every once and a while, Tommy." She waited until his face was a deep crimson and his cock had started to drop – nothing he had ever seen or heard had truly prepared him for what real humiliation can physically do. "So, honey," her voice was so low he had to strain to hear, "I think you should invite Greg to…uhm…partake of your hospitality…whenever he would like."

Over the pounding of his heart and the roar of the blood running through his veins, once again he heard his father's voice, asking Marshall's father to fuck Tommy's mother whenever he wanted. Thomas looked down and saw the pre-cum running out of his half-hard cock, remembering how he'd felt only last summer, after his eighteenth birthday. After he'd spent the night in his mother's bed, in his loving mother's arms for the first time, she had put him aside so easily when Marshall's father called for her. He asked then if she would have left if they had been making love when he called. She laughed lightly and smiled at him. "Of course, darling. Just ask your father."

"Greg," the word barely made it past his lips his throat and mouth were so dry, "please…"

Linda stopped her soft, sexy moan, squeezed her young, muscular pussy over her lover's thick, hard cock to stop him momentarily, and hissed at her fiancé, "Louder, Tommy-boy…say it so Sara can hear you beg to be cuckolded when she sees the tape." Thomas looked down and started groaning as he saw the pre-cum running from the tip of his cock. He looked up when he heard Greg laughing softly.

"Yes, Tommy-boy, that's a wonderful idea." Greg resumed sliding his gently curved phallus in and out of Linda's tight, wet teenage cunt as he spoke to the college cuckold. "In fact, I want you to beg me…" his fingertips pinched one of Linda's swollen, throbbing nipples making her groan, "like your father did while I used your beautiful mother." 

Linda's groan turned into a series of staccato "Oh's" when she realized she wanted to be used by her Fantasy Fuck and climaxed around his magnificent super-star cock. "Do it, Tommy," she gasped while convulsing from the feelings that rocked her body, "beg him…tell him to use me, too…now, Tommy."

He felt feverish and light-headed as his senses and feelings were assaulted from every side. He knew what Greg wanted him to say, he'd memorized the words the first time he'd heard them spoken by his father. Physically unable to look up at his fiancée and her lover, he started to speak, only to be interrupted again. With another chuckle, Greg focused his eyes on Marshall, still working the camera. "Listen carefully, Marshall. Before I make incredible love with your beautiful fiancée again, you will beg me with these same words. Understand?" When Marshall nodded, Thomas found a wine glass with some left, took a sip and started again.

"Greg…uhm, Mr. Munroe," Thomas felt many things at that moment, all of them combining to give the young man whatever was necessary to take that first step down the path that had been chosen for him a long time ago. "Please, I beg of you, do our family the honor only you can give. Take my wife as yours – to use her and abuse her as you desire – anytime, anyplace, and with whomever you wish."

And much like it happened the first time a Larkin man had begged him to fuck his wife, Greg buried his cock as deeply as he could up Linda's tight pink teenage cunt and released one shot of his potent, viscous semen to mark Linda's cunt as his own. Then reaching across the spasming blonde teenager, he pulled Thomas' head to the junction between Linda's fit, trim thighs. The cinematic super-star pulled his hard, thick cock out of the hottest young girl he'd ever known and pushed the crème-covered head between Thomas' lips and let loose another thick rope of sperm, this one splattering the back of Thomas' throat.

Linda's eyes had been closed as she rode her climax higher and higher, peaking when the first shot of Greg's hot baby-batter splashed her cervix. But they flashed open the second he pulled out, she'd felt so terribly empty, in time to see her lover's hard cock invade her fiancé's mouth and she started to climax again. She watched Greg pull out of Thomas' mouth, her heart pounding as he sent three more thick, white streams her way – one to cover each nipple and the last to coat her slick moist mound. The liquid heat searing her hyper-sensitive flesh only inflamed the young blonde more. She reached out, grabbed her fiancé around the back of his neck and pulled his head close. 

"Do you understand what you've done, Tommy-boy?" Linda felt like she was floating above the coach and watching herself in the most amazing scene ever. "You begged the single-most desirable man in the whole world to fuck your wife… use her…fuck, I mean me…anytime he wants." The young coed couldn't control the shivers that racked her body in a series of mini-orgasms. "Thomas," she said, her voice a low, smoky whisper everyone could hear, "you told him he could use me with other people, too." Her sleek body trembled as she felt her own clear juice dripping off the inside of her thigh. "Show me you meant what you said, cucky-boy." Her eyes drew his to her breasts and her wet, sloppy crotch. "You know what to do – please me, Tommy – you know you want to."

Thomas' face was a deep crimson as he let the tiny little girl force his head closer to her cum-spattered body. His eyes found hers and he wasn't surprised to see the lust glaring back at him – he could feel the need it covered in her and it only excited him more. He was close enough to smell the slight bleach scent of semen and it sent a rush of warmth to his groin and a release of any control he might have had left to his overheated libido. No longer thinking, only reacting, Thomas Larkin III dipped his face even lower, stuck out his tongue, and licked the thick, white cream that Greg had deposited on Linda's breast into his mouth.

Linda still felt herself 'floating' above the action as she witnessed her fiancé as he willingly took her orders, her commands, and humbled himself in front of her and humiliated himself in front of her lover. She felt every bump on his tongue as it moved over her flesh. He started just below her breast and scooped the viscous fluid upwards until it accumulated on the underside of her firm tit and he could make a cup of his tongue to collect it and swallow it. She watched from above as Greg took her hand and laid it on her fiancé's throat and kept watching as the fantasy Girl Next Door and her very own Fantasy Fuck laughed as they felt him swallow it down. 

Closing her eyes, the eighteen year old coed watched the electric light show that played on the back of her eyelids. She felt so hyper-sensitized that she was aware of every goose bump and tiny knob of her areola as Thomas' lips and tongue slid across the dark pink flesh, pushing the remaining cum into a small pond surrounding her nipple. When he finally took her into his mouth, sucking the thick cum like a baby nursing at his mother's breast, waves of electrical pleasure shot directly from her nipple to her clit and then to the very core of her sex where it spread out to cover her entire body.

She was only vaguely aware that he'd switched sides to offer his loving devotion to her other breast. And he worshipped her the same way bringing the same results. She'd had no idea whatever that anything in the world could feel that good – and there was no way that having found it, she would ever let it go. Almost unconsciously, she found Greg's lips with hers and they explored each other's mouths while her cuckold-fiancé licked and sucked his way back towards her cum-covered mound. 

Greg broke their kiss and put his hand on Thomas' shoulder. "Stay right there, Tommy-boy." Then he turned to Linda and spoke quietly. "You are loving this, aren't you, darling?" She just grinned and nodded her head. He flashed that 1,000 Watt smile again and kissed the tip of her cute little button nose. "But tell me, future Mrs. Larkin, which do you love more? Me…or dominating your little bitch-girl fiancé? Or maybe you're starting to understand what married life with him could be like – is that it?"

Thomas froze; he would have bet that the sound of his beating heart would be heard on the tape they were making. Then, finally, he heard his fiancée giggle. In a little girl's southern drawl, she said "What if I want to say yes to all three?"

"God, she's totally perfect," Thomas thought.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Marshall thought, "she's fucking perfect!"

Greg stared at her for a second and then laughed out loud. "Lover, that was the perfect answer. If you're really serious, the next two-and-a-half or three years can be a lot of fun. And then, after you marry the little bitch, the real party starts!"

Linda sat up a little, sensing that something important was happening. She looked across table and caught Marshall's eyes. He just nodded and shrugged his shoulders…but he was smiling. She trusted him enough to have gone that far – she figured she could trust him the rest of the way.

"I am serious, Pledge Gregory," she said with a pout. "What do I need to do to show you how serious I am?"

"I just want you to try a little something for me, lover. It was something that Tommy-boy's pretty mommy did to his cuckold daddy while he licked my cum off her quim. Fitting, don't you think?" Greg's laugh seemed to put the right mood on everything and Linda agreed to try whatever it was he wanted. Greg turned to Marshall. "I know you have a crop in here someplace – get it for me. Now."

Thomas and Marshall both groaned at the same time. Either one of their parents (or perhaps both) would have given that piece of information to Greg when he told them he was returning to school and staying at the boys' fraternity house, at least for the summer. After all, they knew their sons better than anyone. Marshall moved back to his big desk and opened the middle drawer. He came away with a black leather riding crop and handed it across to Greg.

Pain was the one constant companion that every gymnast lived with every day of their lives. It was a sign that training was needed or that it had been successful. It was a reminder of what had been accomplished and what still lay ahead. But unlike the pain that came with other sports – contact sports – the gymnasts only took the pain and never gave any back. The only time a thought like that even crossed the young girl's mind was when she reading… expanding her erotic world with her mother's copy of The Cuckold. As she saw one of the erotic tools described in the book for the first time, she felt herself quivering, believing that it was a sign that her choices so far had all been correct. And according to Greg, her future mother had used one on Thomas' father, too.

Linda's eyes were wide open as the sexiest man in the world (according to the polls) showed her how to hold the handle lightly and snap her wrist to control the flat leather piece at the other end of the whip-like implement. When he finally put the handle in her tiny fingers, her nipples felt like they would burst with anticipated pleasure and her wonderfully stretched pussy began to flood again. She couldn't help but start to giggle as she 'swished' the thin black leather implement through the air. 

After letting her get the feel of it for a few minutes, Greg took her hand firmly in his. He smiled gently at the adorable, naked blonde and then started to speak. "Listen, little darling, before you can use this on someone, you need to know how it feels and how hard to flick it." He giggled too at the spark in her sky-blue eyes. "The only way to do that is to use it on yourself." Linda gasped as she stared into her lover's eyes. "Go ahead," he encouraged the young coed, "try it…you might like it." His smile became a smirk.

Catching each set of eyes with hers before she started, Linda gingerly flicked the handle and tapped herself lightly on her thigh. A slight frown creased her face and she tried again only harder. That time the slightly smarting feeling started to warm her up. The third strike was hard and flat and she caught herself on the soft underside of her thigh and groaned as the warmth started to spread.

"Not bad, but remember to snap your wrist. More snap and less brute force makes for a well-behaved cuckold, love." Linda melted when he called her love – she would done anything the beautiful man asked. "Try it again."

And within a half-dozen tries, Linda was brandishing the crop as if she was born to it. A minute later and she was confident enough to spread her fit, shapely legs and use the black leather tool on the top and sides of her baby-smooth mound. Two or three taps were all she needed before her blood was boiling and her libido was raging almost out of control. Breathing hard, her face and chest flushed beautifully with hot, coursing blood, she turned to Greg. "I'm ready, lover – tell me what to do."

Always aware of the camera, the cinematic super-star looked over at Marshall. "You in focus, Brother Goldman?" Marshall nodded after checking the viewfinder. "Then, Tommy-boy, it's time for you to stand up and meet your future."

Heart pounding and breath hard to find, Thomas rose to his feet and stood naked and ashamed in front of his brand new fiancée and her even more recent lover. His penis, so hard and stiff just moments earlier, had wilted as he'd watched Linda practice with the crop. Yet he was so incredibly aroused and his cock was leaking pre-cum even in its flaccid state. Greg reached over and turned Thomas' hips until he was facing midway between the couch and the camera. 

"You may think that this will only be seen by Sara, love, but I think you're wrong. If I know these two and their families, this will be seen by your futures and Marshall's parents as well." Linda gasped again as she started to understand some of the earlier, family-related comments that sounded so strange at the time. "But that's for later, little darling. Now it's time to give your new cucky-boy what he so desperately craves." He looked up at Thomas and told him to move closer.

"In the future," Greg continued conversationally, "you may want to have Tommy-boy hold himself up for you – I'm sure he would find it totally humiliating – but for now, I want you to do it." Greg moved even closer to his petite, blonde lover, his left arm snaking around her back until his hand found her firm left breast and her swollen, hyper-sensitive nipple. "Fuck me, little girl…did I tell you how absolutely perfect your breasts are?" 

Linda's entire being – physical and mental – reacted to Greg's off-hand comment and a mini-orgasm tore through her flesh and nerves like an electrical storm, totally visible to the three men in the room. 

Marshall's skin seemed to crawl around his body as he realized that Greg was so good with the ladies, he'd made Linda climax just by feeling her up and giving her the same compliment that Marshall had given her only a few hours earlier. Then his stomach started to cramp when he understood that his own fiancée, Sara, was certainly as much under his spell as Linda was.

Thomas wondered for the millionth time what it was that made some men confident and domineering and other men so needful of those same qualities. Ashamed and humiliated that they all knew he was the second sort, it excited him beyond reason that his fiancée climaxed so easily for another man while sitting right in front of her future husband.

Greg smiled to himself as he kneaded her breast and teased her nipple making the star-struck eighteen year old cum once again. He was thrilled knowing that he would have access to her for years without having to give up anything in return. Still, he could not deny being a little jealous of Thomas. It would be his bed, after all, where she would spend most of her nights. Perhaps that had something to do with the way he'd instructed Linda to handle him.

"Here, love, take your left hand and hold his little-boy pee-pee up against his tummy." Linda felt a new sense of empowerment roll through her as she man-handled Thomas' penis. It was warm and soft and vulnerable – but most of all she felt it was completely hers. "Not exactly," he gently corrected her, "take his head between your fingers and stretch him up." Thomas gasped as her tiny fingers gripped the soft, spongy head with the strength of a top-flight gymnast. Greg saw the smile the gasp produced on her angelic face so he prodded her further. 

"Don't be afraid to use your nails, dear. I know he likes it – someone very close to him told me one night." All four of them were breathing hard and their strong young hearts pounded faster and faster. Three cocks and one cunt leaked their precious fluids as they all watched her fingers move slightly over him, changing her grip until she was pulling on him with her nails anchored beneath the corona. She stopped when his groans became too loud.




A Tale of Two Families Ch. 04



"Now you have targets, love. His balls, his dick, and his cock-head – if you point it out a little." He put his fingers around hers and showed her what he'd meant. "So show me, love…prove to me you're serious about all of this – show me you can be a Domme for your husband as well as a sub for me. Show us all…" he gestured to the camera, "that you really belong with these two incredible families."

His words buzzed through her flesh as well as her mind – she knew she would be judged by her actions and scrutinized as closely as any competition she'd ever been in. Once more her secret reading came to her aid – left on her own she would have struck him immediately. But scenes and situations came flooding back and she remembered the more important ingredient when mixing pain and humiliation.

With her naughtiest little girl smile, Linda removed Greg's hand from her hot breast-flesh, told him to relax and enjoy the show and then raised up to her knees on the couch. She fixed Thomas with the same smile and then started speaking to him in that low, smoky voice that he'd reacted so well to before. 

"Aren't you just so happy, Tommy, with everything that's happened so far today? Hasn't it been just amazing?" Linda moved the flat leather tip of the crop gently over Thomas' scrotum and lightly up and down his shaft.

He nodded. His mouth was too dry to get anything out. It didn't matter – she already knew his answers.

"I am too, my love," she continued in that devastating voice, "with everything. Tommy, I need you to kiss me, baby – right now." His heart bursting with spectacular emotions, he leaned down and kissed his fiancée with more feeling than ever before. When she broke the kiss, she moved her soft pink lips to his ear and whispered, "Remember what I said before, Tommy? About doing this because I love you?"

He grunted as he nodded that time. She giggled.

"You like it rough, don't you baby?" Her eyes sparkled at him and she grinned as he nodded and smiled. "Good, now stand up, baby…it's time to play."

(to be continued)



A Tale of Two Families Ch. 05



(Please read A Tale of Two Families – Chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4 if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. This story contains elements of incest, cuckolding, group and bi-sexual relations. If this offends, please go elsewhere.)

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"You like it rough, don't you baby?" Linda's eyes sparkled at her brand new fiancé and she grinned as he nodded and smiled. "Good, now stand up, cucky-boy…it's time to play."

It was starting to get darker in the late summer evening; the sun had set and the light coming through the small windows of the boys' room in the fraternity house was getting weaker. Marshall had lit several candles and turned on some small lamps to keep the room bright enough to continue recording the erotic performance being played out before him by three of the best-looking and sexiest people he knew.

Linda, only several months past her eighteenth birthday and the sudden and tragic death of her parents, looked incredible in the soft lighting as she knelt on the couch. Her soft pink skin was still flushed and moist from all the heat and humidity of summer in the Midwest – not to mention the magnificent way that she had just been relieved of her virginity . Marshall saw her as a cover girl for 16 Magazine when she laughed and her smile lit up the room. But he also saw her as a Penthouse model when she had the crop in her hand and a glare in her sky-blue eyes. And she possessed, without doubt, the sexiest little pink pussy he'd ever seen.

Standing next to her, at an angle facing Marshall and the camera, was Marshall's oldest and closest friend and Linda's fiancé. Thomas was, at nineteen, almost a perfect blend of 'Calvin Klein' model and poster-boy for the rugby team. Tall, muscular and fit, Thomas moved with athletic grace and the confidence that seemed to inhabit all of the good-looking, wealthy WASP men that they both knew. 

Yet Marshall had discovered his friend's submissive nature years before, and as instructed and guided by his own parents, he nurtured and encouraged that side of his friend as they grew older and closer to each other, knowing their future was linked much like their fathers'. 

Finally, sitting behind the girl he couldn't wait to fuck, was a very close friend to both families but known to millions around the world, not to mention the man who had taken Linda's virtual virginity only minutes earlier. Greg Munroe was absolutely, without doubt, the coolest guy in the world. Yeah, everybody, men and women alike, knew how attractive he was…the joke was that a "man-crush" on him didn't mean his admirer was gay. But Marshall knew the truth – he had seen both men and women fall under his spell as a young teenager. And then, only a few years later, Marshall had seen those same men and women fall into Greg's arms and then into his bed. 

Then his visions drifted and he recalled Greg with his parents – first as a ten year old when his father brought him to the Goldman's home in search of an investor to finance what he knew would be a huge entertainment career. And then only a year ago, Greg wanted to talk to Marshall's father about his plans to go back to school. He'd stayed for several days that time discussing his future with the man who started his career. But when business was done, Greg had expressed his love and gratitude to the whole Goldman family as only he could.

Marshall's cock grew hard and thick as he visualized all the combinations and permutations that Greg had put together during those days and nights – the hours of pleasure given and received between father, mother, son and the lover they had all shared. His fingers started pulling down on his swollen sac as images of hot, taboo sex first meeting started flooding his brain. "God," he thought to himself, "that was so hot…so crazy!" 

The dark, stocky sophomore blushed deeply as he remembered his time with Greg before he'd introduced the Hollywood star to Sara, his beautiful Mediterranean fiancée, at her family's farm in the south of France. After flying to Paris and then down to Marseilles, the boys spent two days at the Goldman's summer home in the foothills of the Alps, cementing the bond that would keep Greg as close to the Goldman's in the future as he had been up until then. For two wonderful, sun-drenched days, they played by the pool and spent their nights either by themselves or with the highly paid and extremely discreet caretakers and their twenty year old daughter. 

WAP!!! 

"Ohhhh…unggnnnnh…God!" Thomas' groan punctuated the quick slap of the crop as it landed across his inner thigh. Linda felt his beautiful, hard penis throb in her tiny hand and she couldn't help giggling as she looked back and forth between her fiancé and her lover. Marshall, silently filming this for his absent fiancée, Sara, rubbed the pre-cum leaking from his thick, fat prick all around the head of his circumcised organ, just waiting for his turn to play with the newest member of their 'group family.'

The totally Girl Next Door-cute young coed couldn't believe the ripples of pleasure that one little flick of the crop had sent through her. Part of her felt like hopping up and down like a little girl at the circus, so excited to be seeing wonderful new acts for the first time. But the deeper, darker part of her that was just starting to emerge only felt the moist heat deep in her young cunt. She liked it – this was what the dominant wife in her mother's book felt and Linda knew immediately that she wanted more of that feeling, more of that power. She felt the crooked little smile on her lips as she moved the tip of the crop over Thomas' scrotum as softly as she could, feeling him tense up and hearing his breathing become shallower and faster.

WAP!!! 

Thomas heard the flat piece of leather whistle through the air before it landed smartly on the inside of his other thigh. He groaned as it hit, surprised that it landed on his leg. Something about that particular sound alerted the first-time Domme to her fiancé's deepest wishes and she quickly dropped his throbbing erection, pulled his ear to her lips and whispered her dark suspicions while gently rubbing his genitals with the flat tip of the black leather weapon. 

"You're disappointed, aren't you, Tommy?" He could only moan in reply and Linda figured she'd guessed correctly. "You really wanted that across your balls, didn't you?"

"Yessssssss." His voice was so low and throaty she almost couldn't hear him hiss his answer back.

Linda was having trouble breathing herself – her excitement level was higher than ever as she realized she'd hit the Erotica Jackpot! Her perfect pink nipples were hard as diamonds dragging across her fiancé's slim, muscular body and her freshly-fucked teenage pussy was dripping her lover's semen down her firm, gymnast's thighs as she whispered to him once more.

"Do the boys know you love it, Tommy?" She dropped the crop and moved her strong fingers to his thighs. First she lovingly rubbed her fingertips over the place where the crop landed. Then her fingertips moved closer together and she was pinching the tender flesh with her strong, gymnast's hands. He only garbled a response as his throat closed around the scream buried inside. Linda's cunt was creaming as she pressed her fingertips closer together until several tears ran down her fiancé's cheek and fell onto her perfectly perky eighteen year old breasts. She looked into Thomas' eyes as she squeezed the tender flesh for just a moment longer – but even harder than before. When she saw the love mixed with the agony, the sweet young mid-western coed climaxed as her pussy continued to hump Thomas' thigh unconsciously, her pretty little clit sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

When she could look up at him again, she was smiling her most innocent and beguiling grin. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like a kid at a carnival. She had picked up the crop again and was tapping it against Tommy's cock and balls. "Was that a 'yes', baby? Have Greg and Marshall made you cry?" As soon as the tall, handsome, nineteen year old athlete nodded his head in obvious shame, Linda gave her fiancé what he so obviously craved.

SMACK!!!

"OOOWWWWWWWWWE!!!" Thomas' body was shaking as the bolt of red-hot pain shot through from his balls directly to his brain and his tears were flowing freely as Linda struck Thomas on the side of his tight sac, clipping one swollen ball and sending a burning rush through her new fiancé. And though the pain had softened his erection somewhat, he was still pumping serious amounts of pre-cum through his piss hole.

"Oh my God, Tommy!" Her delighted squeal made her the too cute, too hot perky teenager again. "Honey, I never would have believed it! I'm sooo wet from making you cry, baby!" She leaned into Thomas' torso, kissing and nipping his flesh as she giggled like a little girl. "Tommy-boy," her voice tinged with a faintly evil quality, "be a good boy for me, baby. I want you to hold your little dickie out of the way this time, okay?" Greg chuckled from behind Linda as Thomas started to hyperventilate. Wide-eyed and light-headed, Thomas did as his fiancée requested, both anxious and terrified at what was coming.

Even with her excitement mounting every second, the adorable blonde coed kept her face young and soft as she looked up and smiled at her loving fiancé. "See, honey," she cooed at him, "now I can touch you with my other hand." And she let the fingers of her left hand trail softly over his shaft and then she tickled him lightly – her fingernails grazing his sac – until she felt the tension and the fear leave his body. And just when she felt him relax, her fingers stretched the wrinkled flesh of his ball sac tight and

SMACK!!! The flat black leather tip of the crop snapped perfectly against his swollen balls.

"UUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!! SHIT!!!"

Thomas felt his body 'lift off' like the giant booster rockets that sent men to the moon. He fully expected his head would explode at any moment from the unbelievable fusion of pain and pleasure that Linda had inflicted with a flick of her supple wrist. He wasn't even aware that he was crying like a baby as Linda's fingers kept working his genitals for her pleasure – her strong, athletic fingers fondling and squeezing his hyper-sensitive balls, pulling and twisting the soft skin of his bruised scrotum; every tear that fell on her hot flesh sizzled and only made the young, inexperienced pain-giver more excited than ever. And in some strange way, she wanted to feel the same level of pain that she'd inflicted.

She knew that Tommy wouldn't be able to give her what she craved – he was truly too submissive to actually hurt her. Her head swiveled and she found Greg's eyes scanning her hot, naked form and his tongue licking his lower lip. She wanted him as desperately as he wanted her, and she knew she would have him again and again, but he wasn't exactly what she needed at that minute. Her fingers were poking and prodding and scratching the tender skin of Thomas' cock and lightly squeezing his throbbing balls, keeping the salty flow running both from his eyes and the tip of his thickening prick. Then she noticed Marshall and remembered the way he'd acted earlier, before Greg arrived and took over the alpha-male role in the room.

Her nipples tightened and her clit started to throb as she turned to face the handsome, young Jewish man. He was a little shorter and stockier than both Thomas and Greg, but well-muscled and definitely attractive in an earthier way than the other boys. Dark hair and deeply tanned skin contrasted with his bright white teeth and the glare of his eyes. Dangerous. In the future, she thought, when he takes his father's place in the boardroom, he will be one of the most powerful players in the world of international commerce. But at that moment, his danger came from his dark good looks and his thick, fat cock. She moaned as she beckoned him over with her eyes, her tiny pink tongue sliding across her lower lip.

She turned around to Greg, still behind her on the couch, and let her hand stroke his hot flesh. "Lover," she said in her low, smoky voice, "can you be the 'camera man' for a little while? And if you want to say anything to Sara, please try to keep it down, okay?" They traded knowing grins as he got up and walked over to the camera Marshall had just deserted.

Linda surprised the boys a little when she burst out in a fit of teenage giggles. The young, blonde suburban coed, sheltered by hard-working, immigrant parents as she grew up, was having the time of her life and she was going to enjoy every minute! 

She knew, in an off-handed way, that she was cute enough as she passed through middle school and then high school. She was aware of the boys (and the men) who stared at her as she walked by them in the hallways at school or the mall. But Linda never felt the pleasure or the power her gorgeous features and her perfectly fit, lithe athletic body should have brought her way – that just wasn't the way she saw her life. Except sometimes, when she'd had a chance to read her mother's book, she was able to imagine herself as the object of lust that she thought she wanted to be. But that night, in the bedroom of a fraternity house at a large Mid-Western university, that's exactly what she was. And she knew it. And she didn't want the feeling to stop. Ever.

Her eyes dropped and her pulse rate rose as Marshall approached. Dangerous, she thought again. She looked quickly at Greg as he walked away and then back at Marshall as he came ever closer. She thought Greg moved with all the self-confidence and self-assuredness that anyone could possibly feel. Yet Marshall moved with that and something more. Greg, she knew, had come from the lower middle-class and had worked hard to succeed and rise to the top of his industry – no wonder he was so comfortable with himself. But Marshall was the only son and heir to one of the world's wealthiest men and he'd already been told that within a few years, everything would be his. There was a power there, it was undeniable. He expressed it with a certain cockiness in the way he walked and talked and the almost rude way he'd dominated their conversation earlier, acting as though it was his rightful place. 

She'd already shown her reaction to his unspoken yet self-proclaimed air of superiority. Complete and willing submission was her immediate response, which led to her first orgasm of the late afternoon.  Certainly, her realization that Marshall was going to play an 'intimate' role in her future made her decision to marry Thomas that much easier to make. As he moved closer, Linda felt all the little electrical ripples flowing through her flesh move to her moistening pussy, creating an itch that needed to be scratched more and more every second. Yet, when he was only a step away, Linda held out her hand to stop him while she sat down on the couch. Leaning against the back cushion, the supple, athletic girl scooted down until just the top of her firm, teenage ass was resting on the seat. Then, to finish her pose, she lifted her legs up, spread them as wide as she could, and rested her feet on the seat cushion under her knees. To the three boys, she looked like a teen porno queen – naked, sweaty and as sexy and hot as anything they had ever seen before.

Slowly she wet a finger in her mouth and brought it down to her dark pink lips, sliding it back and forth in her glistening slit before dipping it into her love channel. She felt a small glob of the semen Greg had left behind and pushed it towards her small opening. 

In her deepest, sexiest voice, she asked her fiancé, "Can you see it, baby? There's more for you in there, too." 

Thomas was unable to speak. His heart was pounding so loudly he thought he would need to shout to be heard so he said nothing. But he nodded.

Linda gave him a wicked little grin before she looked over at the camera. "Lover," she looked directly at Greg, "can you bring the camera around here – maybe behind me? I want to stay like this and let everyone see what a good little cucky-boy my fiancé is." He was carrying the camera and tripod towards her before she stopped speaking, grinning the whole way. He set up behind her, over her shoulder, capturing all of her exquisite athletic form. Dominating the center of the frame was her bare, smooth mound and the dark pink of her labia and the lighter pink of her tiny, clitoral hood. She was tilted just enough for the camera to record the flow she'd started a minute earlier of Greg's thick, potent baby-batter out of the bottom of her glistening slit. 

When he was satisfied with the shot, he hit the record button then leaned across the blonde beauty and kissed her like a long-time lover. "Done," he grinned at her and slid his hand over her curved, muscular tummy and then up to her perky tit. He rolled her nipple between his fingers. He drew back from their kiss and smiled the 1000 watt smile again. "Did I tell you already that you have absolutely perfect breasts?" She melted under his touch before he withdrew and moved out of the way.

"C'mon, Tommy-boy," her smirk made his face turn bright red as he fell to his knees between her obscenely spread legs. "You know what I want, baby…" Linda's voice was driving the nineteen year old prematurely insane – how could she look so sweet and wholesome and sound so dirty? She felt the heat radiating off of him as his face fell to the perfectly smooth, moist and swollen mound of her sex. The mixture of Greg's semen and his fiancée's girl-juice was too tempting to resist and his tongue led his lips to her hot, wet flesh. "Oh, yes, Tommy-boy, right there!" 

The cute eighteen year old blonde, her tight gymnast's body naked and exposed and filling the room with pheromones from every excited pore, felt her new fiancé's tongue slide into the mouth of her tiny, pink vagina while his lips formed a seal over her well-fucked cunt. She was almost delirious as his tongue scooped the sex crème and she heard and felt him suck and swallow over and over, knowing he was trying to please her as best he could. 

Linda's sky-blue eyes rolled back and closed as she floated into the electric light show on the back of her eyelids. The events of the late afternoon and evening played like a movie in her mind, exciting her even more than the outrageously sexy feelings from her body as Thomas worshipped her cunt, his tongue sliding along her moist lips, seeking his tasty treasure from every fold and crevice of her perfect pussy, and then paying homage to her tiny pink pearl, hidden under the soft little hood. She was headed towards a massive climax as her first boyfriend, her new fiancé, and her willing cuckold sub/slave started concentrating on her clit, trying to make her cum…trying to reclaim part of the girl he wanted to marry.

Thomas felt like he was flying through space as he licked and sucked this adorable teenage girl's perfect pink cunt. It wasn't the first time he'd tasted Greg's baby-batter, and it wasn't the first time that he'd eaten Greg's load out of the pussy he'd left it in. But for the first time, he was being cuckolded for real and it was so much more intense than his mother and father had ever led him to believe. He was in that special zone – he felt every tremble and tremor that his ministrations were producing in the tiny, blonde teenager and they seemed to move from his lips and tongue through his body and then settle in his cock and balls. 




A Tale of Two Families Ch. 05



He desperately needed to prove his love, devotion and surrender to his new Goddess and like the loving son and good student he was, Thomas remembered what Katherine, his beautiful mother, taught him shortly after his eighteenth birthday when she had finally let Thomas worship her sex. As his father had done before him, he submitted to his mother as a slave would to his Mistress, by sliding his stiff tongue through her tight anal ring and as far up inside her as he could. He heard Katherine's voice from deep inside, urging him on, telling him to tongue-fuck Linda's tight teenage asshole and lick the walls for her. But as soon as his tongue touched Linda's dusky pink pucker, she put her hand on his forehead and pushed him away.

She was so close to climax, thrilled to find that her future husband was a pussy eater of epic talent and ability. Her hot little body was tingling with electric waves that made her nipples as hard as diamonds. It was so seductive that she almost forgot what she was trying to do. Then, when she felt the total chill and pleasure shock of his tongue on her anus, she jumped back into control.

"Did anyone say you could lick my asshole, Tommy-boy? I know it wasn't me…maybe Marshall or Greg gave you permission?" All red-faced and flustered, Thomas rocked back onto his heels, so embarrassed that he couldn't utter a sound. To be rejected like that was so humiliating…not even allowed to lick her ass! He was trying to understand what was happening when he heard her voice again. "I said move back, Tommy-boy. Time to let a tough, strong man show me how my future is going to be so good when he insists I marry such a little pussy cuckold."

Marshall took his place between Linda's strong, fit legs, his powerful thighs pushing Thomas out of his way. Even more compelling than the pure sexuality of Greg's physical beauty and his commanding presence, Marshall's aura of dangerous power gave Linda a whole new set of thrills. He was destined to become an alpha-male much more powerful than Greg would ever be, and he was just starting to feel himself expanding into that role. He put his hands on tanned, firm thighs, kneading and stretching her muscles, rubbing her moist, silky flesh until he felt that it was his. 

Linda started to say something but Marshall just shook his head and she stayed silent. Her eyes were all over him as his hands established ownership of her flesh…of her sexuality…of her devotion. With his hands cupping her tight ass cheeks from below and his thumbs spreading her vaginal lips wide open, he turned to his oldest friend. His voice mirrored the feelings in his eyes. 

"This is it, bro. This time for real. Are you sure, Tommy? 100%? Just like them?" The fear and uncertainty only heightened the horrible taboo pleasure they remembered as young teenagers when they saw their parents together in so many different, forbidden ways.

Thomas Larkin II nodded to his friend, the barest hint of a smile around his mouth. The words came out slowly, his mouth was so dry and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. "Thanks for asking, bro. I love you for that. But we both know it's gonna happen, and…" he looked up and caught Linda's eyes, "we'll never find anyone like her again." He looked deeply into his oldest friend's eyes. "Do it, Mr. Goldman." He looked at his fiancée once again and mouthed 'I love you' before finishing his request. "Please, Mr. Goldman…please fuck my wife."

Linda thought Marshall's smirk was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. He looked so impressive and self-assured, masterful in his own way. Her readings had not prepared her for the real-time feelings and emotions that the radical lifestyle could cause. Wildly sexy and totally unnerving at the same time, she had never been on a high like this before – and she had no intention of stopping it at that point.

"What are you asking me, Tommy-boy? To fuck her once and then walk away? I don't think I can do that." His voice was different somehow, not his usual cadence, and the words sounded almost rehearsed. Linda looked across to Greg, her eyes showing her puzzlement. He had his finger across his smiling lips signaling her to stay silent, knowing how it would play out.

"No, Mr. Goldman, Sir, that's not what I meant. Please, Sir, I know I cannot truly please her…physically." Thomas sounded as stilted as his friend. "I don't mean for you to walk away, Sir. I mean…uhm…" Linda's heart was racing as the scene continued before her. "I mean, Mr. Goldberg, that while she is my wife in all other ways…her pussy is yours." Her young cunt flooded as the words spilled out of his mouth. She was just about to speak – to ask if she had any say in the matter – when Marshall spoke again.

"Then she will be my slut for as long as I want her, Tommy-boy. Is she agreeable to this?" Marshall's eyes were on her, all over her as she flushed deeply and her nipples seemed to grow another impossible quarter-inch. "Well," he was looking directly into her eyes, "what do you say, Linda? Are you my willing slut?"

She was going to answer when he stopped her with his hand. "Think, Linda. That means you are mine to have, to use as I wish…anytime, anywhere, and with anyone I ask to join us."

Her body was trembling and she couldn't stop it. Her pulse was rising and her breathing got shallower. She could see Marshall's lips moving but all she heard was the pounding of her heart and a buzz in her ears. "Oh my God," she thought to herself, "what if I'd stayed in my room and studied?" Finally she heard Marshall again.

"Linda? Are you alright?" He looked concerned – she figured she must have spaced out for a minute or two.

"Yes…fine, sorry." She cleared her throat. "Can I ask you a question, Marshall? Not about the conditions, I understand that."

"Yes, of course."

"Does someone own Sara's pussy?"

He gave her the same smirk he'd given Thomas moments before and she found it just as sexy. "Smart little thing, aren't you? As a matter of fact, her juicy, Mediterranean cunt has co-owners. But don't ask me who – I'm sure she'll tell you if she wants you to know."

The young, inexperienced freshman felt wicked shivers thrill her flesh. "And your mother? Tommy's mother? Are they a part of this, too?"

Marshall stood a little straighter and moved a little closer to the couch. Linda felt his presence expand in front of her. He couldn't believe her instinct was so strong, but that was not the time to explore it. His voice had taken on a commanding tone. "I asked you a question, little girl, and I won't wait much longer for an answer." 

Linda's eyes darted around the room, surprised that he hadn't answered her yet excited at the same time by his masterful control. Her eyes landed on Greg's and after a second or two, she realized that he was nodding his head in answer to her question about the two mothers. After she quickly confirmed it with a slight raise of her eyebrow, she turned back to Marshall.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered in her low, throaty voice, "I am…and will be…your most willing slut." Waves of crackling electricity moved over her trembling flesh. "Anytime…" she felt the walls of her pussy start to flood. "Anywhere…" her eyes closed and the light show started in her head. "With anyone you tell me to accommodate." Her hips started to thrust up and out towards Marshall. She brought one hand down to her cunt and started to finger herself. Just as quickly, Marshall pushed her hand away.

"You'll cum when I tell you to, little girl." His 'take charge' attitude almost got her over the top but she stopped trying and opened her eyes to find him turned halfway to the camera and to her fiancé, his face haughty and primal.

"Now, Tommy-boy, you know what to do." His voice got stronger, more superior and much less friendly than before. "This isn't a couple teenage boys playing around anymore. You do this now, Thomas, and the cycle is complete for another generation."

Linda, Marshall and Greg kept still in the silent room, only the hum of the video camera disturbed the calm air. Thomas Larkin II, on his knees before them, shuffled closer and closer to Marshall until his face was only inches away from his oldest friend's hard, fat cock. He took the heavy, meaty tube of flesh in his hand and started licking it, coating it with his saliva, spreading the clear, sweet pre-cum over the large, plum-shaped head. Like the good cuckold he was raised to be, he prepared it to enter his beautiful blond fiancée's tiny pink pussy.

When the thick, fat prick was thoroughly lubricated, Thomas started to back away but Marshall's hands grabbed the sides of his friend's head. "Oh, no, not so fast, Tommy-boy." His eyes were glaring and his jaw tensed. "I know you want to feel what she's gonna feel, so here it is."

With no warning at all, the future captain of commerce shoved all six inches of his super-girthed cock between his future lawyer's lips, over his tongue and into his throat. Linda gasped at the violence of the act before her, then realized that she was completely turned on and ready to do anything to please the man standing before her. Her little pink pearl was throbbing, bringing her closer and closer to another climax when she heard Marshall's powerful voice again. She looked down to see Marshall's strong, dark hands holding her fiancé's head tight against his groin, Tommy struggling to breathe and tears running down his cheeks.

"Suck it up, pussy! You never cried when you sucked my cock before – why now?" Marshall's strong hands pulled Tommy's face even harder, his fat shaft taking every millimeter of open throat in front of it. "You think your mommy and daddy are gonna be proud of this little exhibition when they see this tape?" Linda gasped and Thomas gagged at the mention of his parents, still unable to catch his breath.

The darkly handsome, powerful young man felt Thomas' resistance fade as the lack of oxygen took its toll on his oldest friend. After grinding his thick, hard meat one final time in Tommy's mouth, he pulled out and shoved him away, his angry organ dripping with cuckold spit. He turned to Greg and told him to make sure he captured everything on the video. Then he turned back to the eighteen year old blonde coed on the couch.

Sweat and desire coated her firm, tanned flesh in the waning light of the Midwestern evening, the moisture highlighting the pale triangles left by her bikini on her perky breasts and her heavenly teenage cunt. He found her naïve freshness as exciting and sexy as his fiancée's dark, Mediterranean earthy aura and his hard, dripping cock led him to the sweet junction between her fit, gymnast's thighs.

He pulled her down so her ass was perched on the front edge of the couch, then he pushed her legs back towards her head. "Use your hands," he barked at her. "Hold your legs back – open your pussy for your new master." 

"Oh God! Aaaaaahhhhhh…you're tearing me apart," she cried out as the plum-size head of Marshall's cock pushed past her tiny, pink labia and invaded her almost-virgin vaginal canal. Grasping her thin waist with both hands, Marshall pulled the young girl into his groin just like he'd done with Thomas' face earlier. "Please, Marshall, let me adjust to you…aaaaaahhhh…oh fuck!" He was fully embedded in her tight, teenage pussy and thoroughly enjoying every second of her obvious discomfort as he ground down against her inexperienced sex.

Marshall moved his hands to her firm young tits, his fingers closed around her excited nipples as he leaned forward to kiss the cute little coed. To Linda, it felt like his tongue was taking possession of her mouth the same way his stiff prick was taking ownership of her pussy. He broke their kiss, leaving her moaning as his fingers pulled her stiff tips up and out, stretching her breasts until she thought he was going to tear them off her chest. At the same time, he withdrew his stiff prick until only the head was left between her lips and then slammed his hips into her ass as hard as he could.

"Oh, Jesus, Marshall!" She cried out again at the brutal invasion. "Why are you doing this?" Tears started sliding down her face, much like her fiancé only minutes earlier. But behind the tears, Linda was getting more and more excited every moment he was in her, using her, and making her his own. Hips crashed into thighs like a pile driver hitting the ground as he sawed in and out of her tight, teenage cunt. Despite the pain, Linda was getting closer and closer to climax, anticipating an orgasm that would surpass the climax that Greg had given her before.

Marshall pulled as hard as he could on her right nipple and slapped her breast with his free hand. Fireworks exploded in full HD color on the back of her eyelids as Linda was swept away on an unbelievable wave of pleasure and pain. She tried to concentrate on his words as he spoke.

"This is to remind you," he said as his hips thrust forward again, "that I will never take seconds from you again." He picked up speed as he approached his own climax. "Jesus Christ, little girl – the only thing I've ever fucked that was tighter than you was the first time I screwed your fiancé's asshole."

Together the two lovers grunted and groaned their way towards climax getting closer and closer each time Marshall fucked his bottle-rocket cock up inside her tiny hole as far as he could go. Finally, with an animalistic groan, his cock grew even larger and then pulsed as rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot out of him and coated the inside of her cunt completely. As the last of his load was deposited, Marshall's mouth found her swollen nipple and he bit down had enough to take her over the edge, his teeth leaving a small mark where they broke the skin on her otherwise perfect tit. Her scream was heard throughout the fraternity house.

Marshall pulled out of the tiny blonde, leaving her crying and shaking in orgasmic bliss as he pulled her off the couch and down on her knees in front of him. At the same time, he pulled his friend towards him as well. When they were both on their knees in front of him he turned to Greg. "Do you have a close-up on her tits? Can you see the blood?" Greg smiled wickedly as he nodded. Then he looked down at Thomas.

"Recognize the mark, Tommy-boy?" Marshall was testosterone-fueled as he stood before his two supplicants. Thomas nodded. "Then tell your future wife where you've seen it before, little buddy."

Linda's eyes opened wide as she looked back and forth from Marshall to Thomas. "What are you talking about? What do you mean 'seen it before'?"

Thomas was so overwhelmed by the sight in front of him he almost couldn't speak. The young, naïve girl he had proposed to only a few hours earlier was kneeling next to him, before his best friend, naked, sweaty, and drenched in dripping semen. Not only that, her breasts were red and bruised and there was a small trail of blood dripping just below the small bite mark under her nipple. He had never seen anything so entrancingly hot and beautiful in his entire life.

"My mother…she has the mark, Marshall. Your father marked her when she became his slut and now you've done the same thing to my future wife." His voice was shaking as he spoke, all of the emotions from the long day flooding through him at once. Without thinking he bent down to his fiancée and licked the blood trail until her flesh was clean.

Marshall grinned at the pair before him. "Good memory, Tommy-boy. Now you and the slut can clean my cock. I'm hungry and I'm sure the pizza is way too cold to eat now."

Together they licked and sucked the cum and the girl-juice off of Marshall's cock until Greg interrupted.

"That's it, kids," he said, "we used the whole tape."