(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."