Two families share a long and very intimate history
A Tale of Two Families - Chapter 1
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.
mega orgasm for her
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 only she had 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. Earlier that afternoon, fresh from a long shower after a hard workout, Linda stood naked in her dorm room. Although her room-mate was also on the gymnastics team, she hadn’t returned to school yet to start training leaving Linda alone for a few more weeks. For the first time in a long time, the eighteen year old coed appraised herself critically in the full-length mirror on her closet door. She had to admit, with just a little giggle, she liked what she saw.
At 5’3”, she was fairly certain she had reached her maximum height and she was very comfortable with that. Years of active participation in sports at school and during the summers had kept her body lean, strong and fit. And even though her change from tom-boy to young woman came later than most of her classmates, she was pleased with the results. Her 109 pounds was distributed in perfect symmetry over her lithe and limber frame. Her breasts were on the small side, but she delighted in the way they pointed upwards leaving no sag at all beneath them. Her tummy was tight and flat and showed the hint of a ‘six-pack’ beneath her smooth, unmarred flesh. She turned half-way around to see her favorite view of herself – the curve from her waist to her hip and the curve of her ass to the top of her thigh.
She smiled as she slid her hand along her side and watched her own self-seduction in the mirror. When her hand reached her hip, she turned herself around again and facing the mirror once more, she pulled her hand off her hip and drew it slowly across her just-shaved, completely smooth, naked mound. She gasped as her fingertips grazed her tiny pink hood. She thought about giving herself some release, but then recalled seeing a poster tacked to the bulletin board announcing a fraternity “Open House” and decided against it for the moment. With nothing better to do and no one accounting for her besides herself, she decided to see what it was like.
She brushed her short, blonde hair until it shined against her lightly tanned face. With just a trace of make-up on to highlight her bright, sky-blue eyes and the sheerest pink lip gloss, Linda could have easily been a cover girl for 17 magazine. She opened her dresser and thought for a moment about what the afternoon might bring. She asked herself what she wanted it to bring and even though she couldn’t get an answer, she did recognize the path. She pulled some stuff out and closed the drawers.
First, she stepped into a pair of small plain white cotton bikini panties, loving the way the smooth cotton felt against her hairless sex. She sat down on the bed and pulled some ankle-high, white cotton tennis socks before pulling a pair of gray jersey gym shorts over her feet and up her firm, shapely legs. Standing to pull them snug, Linda turned half-way in front of the mirror again and saw in inch of the bottom of her perfect little cheek showing below the shorts. She smiled as a strange, electric kind of thrill raced through her sensitive skin. She looked at herself smiling back with such a cute face and realized, perhaps for the very first time, what it meant to have no one else to worry about pleasing, or behaving for, or anything else like that besides herself. It was so liberating in one way – so scary in others.
She decided to feel liberated that day and reached for one of the two tops she had pulled out. Both were made of the same soft gray material as the gym shorts and had the same University stenciled marking as the shorts. The one she left on the bed was a full tee-shirt. The one she slipped over her head had been cut off and re-hemmed with elastic and reached about an inch below her beautifully firm teenage tits. Looking in the mirror one more time, she smiled again and left her room.
She had only started walking up the sidewalk to the large, red brick and white trimmed house when she was surrounded by two of the ‘brothers’ and escorted to the porch. They had recognized her and she confirmed all the rumors that happened to be true. She accepted when they offered her a glass of wine and moved with them into the large living room and they began to talk. 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 trbling 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 barrassment 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 rber.
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 grabed 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 barrassment 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.” 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 fiance 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 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. Rbering 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 fiance…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 the fireworks started to go off behind her eyelids. She 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 fiance. 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 fiance 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. “Rber, 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 fiance’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 fiance’s hard penis throbing 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. (to be continued)
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