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Hello, fellow global literature lovers!
Be warned: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions
of explicit sexual acts between humans. If this type of content offends
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THE LINDA TALES (Part 2/2 of Chapter 1/6)
GOING FOR THE SPECIAL (M/f)
I remember I was nervous, really shaking. How often did things like
this happen to me? Never, that4s how often. It was even years since I
touched another woman except my wife. But then, how could I not
react? How could I have turned away?
There was Linda in front of me, naked and extremely beautiful. And
vulnerable. Just the way she had asked to make love to her. It had also
meant: "Protect me" (in some twisted sense). I sat down close to her,
entwined one hand in her thick hair and gently pulled her head against
mine. We kissed, slowly, tenderly, for a long time. With my other
hand I stroked her firm young breasts, lightly tweaking the dark
protruding nipples until her breath got a bit harsher in my mouth.
I whispered: "Linda, you are so lovely, you little kitten. Tell me it feels
good?" I knew this sounded corny. I just could not help myself, I was
babbling. "I4m going to eat you alive!"
I started to go downwards on her. My mouth and tongue exploring her
neck, the shoulders, a nibble of ear lobe. And then those soft firm hills
with the rock hard knobs. I do wanted to tune her in, lust control.
Munch her! My right hand reluctantly left the nipples, made space for
my lips, gliding down instead to stroke her tummy, combing the hairs
of that puppy-fat mons.
"That4s cool, Steve... ah hah... just make sure you don4t miss any
particular flavours!" Linda whispered back. Her cheeks were really
flushed now. I was treating those nipples with a circling tongue;
sucking, kissing. My hand was also on her cunt now, my fingers
slipping in her juices. Dare I say it? She had that perfect little cunt! A
love toy with pitch-black curly hair, high pubic bone, fat and blood-
filled outer labia. Smaller inner ones, but sticking out pertinently
though. The petals of the flower. Not that they could compete with her
clit. This little girl was not exceedingly big, but still big, standing
erect. Making a statement, a plea. Very caressable, very gracious for
attention, and as I was to discover, this was the prime switch for
sending her to the moon!
With her breath getting more and more heavy, she reached for me,
sticking her hand down my pants. Finding my male member throbbing
there, we settled into a rhythm of lustful caresses. The only sounds
were our rasping breaths, and the wet slippery little noises from her
flowing vagina. My middle finger was pressed deep into her now,
going in and out; my palm slapping her labia and kneading her clit.
I thought that, despite it was her setting the match to light this fire,
she now seemed as surprised as I was. (Even though thinking of what
later transpired between us, and the things I learned about her soul.) It
really was mysterious: How natural it came to us. We, strangers but for
hours, very different in age, now very calm and determined stroking
each other to produce these tremendous sensations.
Linda groaned my name out, loud and sort of blaming, "Steve!" and
shuddered in her first orgasm, her pussy flexing and milking my
finger, her ass bumping the sofa. I groaned too, lips around one
engorged tit. I needed badly to fuck her now, my dick thumping in her
hand, but first I wanted to arouse her a teeny bit more. Also, I still had
to make good on my word.
"Steve, don't stop", Linda whispered as I drew back, but as I kneeled
she understood what I had in mind. That knowing cunning
cunnilingual smile! Where did this girl come from? "I still haven't had
my meal", I said, bending in front of her. "Do you have any particular
flavour to recommend, did you say?" She smiled sweetly, pushing her
pelvis forward. "Just go for the special", she said mildly.
I put my mouth down to her pussy. This was a special girl indeed, so I
had to be equally special for her. Before even touching her, I made her
pant by alternatively blowing cold air at her agitated organ, followed
by gusts of really hot breath. She lifted her thighs over my shoulders
and slumped back. Couldn't stand it anymore myself. I needed the
taste. I placed my tongue in her crack and lapped up the juices onto
her large clit, drenching it thoroughly; then gently and very slowly
sucked the clit in between my open but still half-pursed lips. After a
little working on it inside with my tongue, I as gently pushed the clit
out.
There was an immediate stiffening of her body. She started to go
"Oooooooohhhhh..." with a sort of squeaky little voice. Peeking up, I
saw her mouth forming a perfectly round frame around all that
continuous moaning as I worked her clit in and out. I think I actually
saw her eyes go white before the lids closed hard, her hands laid flat
and limp on the sofa straight out from her sides.
"Oooh, Steve, what are you doing! Aaah ha ha hahh." Establishing a
steady rhythm I reached up with my hands and grabbed her nipples,
tweaking softly. She started to move her body. Her squeaking got more
and more rusty, pained. "Ooooooooohhhh. Oh oh. No. Nononostop.
Don't. Stop. Don't stop!! Aaaahhh..." All I had to do was holding her
nipples gently, her own movement provided the breast massage.
But now I wanted to go for the final. I put my arms around her thighs,
holding her steady, and opened her up with my hands. I lapped and
lapped and lapped, broad-tongued; her clit, her labia, her clit again.
She was coming now, many small little orgasms on top of each other,
rapidly getting bigger. Her own hands had gone to the nipples. I would
never have dared tearing at them like that! She babbled I could not
hear what as her thighs pressed against my ears. I could all but hold
her still as I once again sucked her clit forcefully into my mouth, and
kept it there with all my might, grinding it with my tongue.
Oh-oh! This was the big one. I was happy to know that my office is
soundproof, and situated in the back part of the building. Linda went
totally mad, bucking, writhing, shouting: "I'M COMING I'M
COMING AAAAHHH SO GOOD AAAAHHHH SO GOOD STEVE
AAAAHHHH DON'T STOP I'M COMING..."
Then, after about two minutes she went absolutely limp. I was startled.
Did she faint? But no, still panting she slowly opened her eyes and
focused them, flat and glazed, at me down there beneath her tummy.
Her voice was also eerily flat and glazed as she said: "I love you
Steve...".
I quickly peeled out of my clothes, and laid Linda gently on her back
on the sofa. She helped benignly and spread her legs, her red socks
pointing to the roof. I mounted her and slipped inside her hot wetness.
Now it was my turn to gasp, "Oh Linda". Her pussy was filled with
electric honey!
There is at least one advantage of getting older. I can go on and on
fucking, enjoying the moment, taking my time. I was now very horny
but still able to control myself. I started out very slowly, almost
tentative, relishing her pussy, feeling her body. I could almost sense
our souls mating, as surely as our sexes screwed together, first tenderly
grinding and later slapping, hitting hard.
Linda must have been quite spent after the tongue lashing, and I think
she appreciated that first calmness. It took her almost five minutes to
reach her first climax, squeezing my dick with her firm cunt muscles,
opening her legs wide to receive me.
Twenty minutes later we were like two struggling frenzied creatures
trying to merge into one; grunting, panting, wheezing lovely horny
words in each others ears. We were both soaked with sweat. Linda had
come I don't know how many times; she was now flying on a multi-
orgasm, her pussy spasming and body trembling without stop. She was
crying and sobbing. I finally came rivers, shouting, accompanied by
her animal grunting "YES YES TES YES..."
Then we just lay there, wasted. Finally the world dawned on us. I said:
"You're not such a bad technician after all. You just have to control all
that bumping into me." She laughed without lifting her head from my
chest and said: "You bastard! I'm in perfect control of my bumping!
Are you complaining about my co-ordination? Well, you just wait till
next time!" And then she licked my right nipple.
With those words I felt my heart soar! But still, now we really had to
go back. Jesus, what time was it anyway? Those people preparing the
school hall must all have gone home by now. Whatever would people
think? And had we told anyone what sort of gear we so desperately
needed to fetch? What should we bring back? My mind had gone
blank. And my feet cold.
- End of Part 1 b -
(To Be Continued...)
Send comments to: steve.armstrong@england.com
"The Linda Tales" is my first try at creating recreational erotic
literature. Please give me feedback, be it good or bad, on e-mail. Give
your first name and age, as an indicator how to better judge your
comments. Welcome are also comments on language. (A rather
eclectic use of terms and idiomas from different parts of the world.)
Your efforts may help to improve the continuation of this series, if it
comes along.
Thanks, and hopefully, enjoy!
Steve Armstrong
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