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THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/2 of Chapter 3/6)
ON DOMESTIC CHORES AND HOMEWORK (M/f/F)
I may have been crazy, but not that crazy. One Linda is all there ever
will come along in a man's life! I would never dump her. Instead I
tried to organise my life to keep her a secret. So assume you are
middle aged and married, living in a not very big town. How would
you go about the business of hiding your dirty love affair with a 25
years younger girl? Someone not even of legal age at that! (Fortunately
she would be 15 in just some weeks, and then I could at least forget
about jail. Not about my wife, though.)
And if you still are lending me your ears since previous tales, you
know we are talking about a rather daring horny little girl here! Not
easy to keep her out of sight and even then she could sometimes be
heard a long way. I could not keep sneaking her in and out of my
office, which I simply had to do occasionally in the first month. Those
times, there were no alternatives. Urgent business! We where both too
freaked out on this particular candy...
So the logical step was to find a neat little anonymous fuck hole
somewhere, furnish it basically (a King size bed and some music) and
get on with it. So that is what I did. What we did. I really couldn't
afford the place, but it was at least easy to bury the expense in my
business accounts. My sad, dissolving little business... When you run a
one-man outfit, it's quite imperative at least you yourself show up! I
was now slipping. Linda, Linda...
Today I couldn't tell you the colour of wallpaper in that flat. But it was
cosy, and we had real fun in there. You bet! Linda named it "The
Diner". She really had a way with her mouth sometimes! We could
spend whole days there. Especially when my wife was away on her
more and more frequent business trips. (I could see exactly what was
coming, but by now I had no interest whatsoever in changing this
admittedly crooked course. Nor the energy.) Had to be careful about
Linda4s school though. I gradually realised that Linda truly did enjoy
my company, not just the fucking or my companionship in the
seduction and baiting of other women. Up to this day I am still a little
dazed by this.
There is a limit to the amount of fucking you4re capable of. At any one
time or as a whole. A sad truism of us guys, but once in a while also
true of a little nymphomaniac like Linda. We still liked to spend time
together, talking and maybe doing a little hash. Some of these
musician friends of mine, they practically force some dope on me time
and again, for free or for a favour.
There was this day, I am talking about a time some weeks after our
first getting together at Christmas three years ago, when she was
fourteen.
"I know you have been curious about me, Steve. I don't delude myself.
I'm a funny girl. But the world is full of funny little girls, it's only that
most people don't know it. Those girls keep themselves hidden. They
deny and deny, until they remake themselves into cripples."
We were lying in bed, naked under the sheets. Outside was a bleak
February drizzle, a grey and dark afternoon. We had made a little slow
silent love, real tender, light and caring. Now we basked in the
afterglow, relaxing. Linda got into one of her talking moods. Usually
they where full of speculations of other people, real or imagined, of
plots, and ingenious and impractical seductions. Pure fantasy stuff
sometimes (hopefully). Not this time, though. This was about herself.
"I'm not the least crazy. I just admit to what I am. I can't help that I
get so horny so easy. Can you? The need is just there. And then you
have take care of it." She actually blushed a little.
" When I was a kid, I had this habit of stroking myself. You know,
fingers between my legs. Myself, I didn't think much about it. It was
just something that felt good. Mummy must have been awfully tolerant
about it. I think she understood it was innocent really. I did it while
reading homework or watching TV, anything. Usually when being
alone of course. It just felt good."
She sighed from my feather touch on her breasts: "Yes, then I got
these. And hair started to grow on my pussy. Me and the little girl
started to grow up. Must have been, oh about three years ago. There
was a whole new world, and I had to explore it. Growing before my
eyes. And under my hands. So I had to explore it again and again. My
pussy felt different from one day to another, and then the next day."
"It was like walking into a house with endless rooms. There was
always one more door to open. On more room to enter. To stumble
into... And by that time, it was far from innocent anymore. All this
touching and rubbing and poking and stroking. But very, very
exciting. I realised of course that I had to keep this fabulous new world
a secret. Never show Mummy or anyone. I went there alone, to feel
these intense new sensations."
She smiled. "I think we all go through it, growing up. Boys also, in
their own way. Do you remember? When I thought about my
masturbation, it could be very shameful. Kind of scary even. And that
could happen even when I was going full speed. I remember... Ah!
Steve, go light on the nipples or I can't think straight! As if I could
think anyway, on this Nepal... Hehehe!"
"...that first time I actually got a real orgasm... suddenly I got into this
rhythm. Almost coming from outside. A force. And I ended up
wriggling the little girl" (that's what she's fond of calling her clit)
"squeezed in my palm, faster and faster... and BANG!! suddenly this
incredible feelings just rammed into my pussy, you know, the orgasm
coming along, and I stroked and I stroked!! Yea, was I ever hooked
from then!"
"I think I was eleven then, give or take. You can't reason about it at
that age." This from a girl 25 years my junior... "And I got scared at
first... But my hand went there night after night. And I caressed my
nipples which were getting real sensitive by now. And eventually I
discovered that I could get off again, if I kept going."
"Then came a pretty strange night. I felt so guilty afterwards, and even
going on... Strange, yeah... But while going on it was heaven! I just
kept on and on, my pussy exploding again and again... I just could not
stop. It was just so nice, I was terribly horny. Too excited. In the small
hours I slowed down and cried a little, and then finally drifted off to
sleep. But it scared me. No control. No stop."
I said something rude about her control nowadays. " Yes, you're right.
But I'm a big girl now, right?" She giggled. Indeed she was a big girl.
But not a grown-up woman. I did not care to comment on her remark.
"So I got into a period of marathons. I never got enough sleep. In
daytime, I lived for the nights. Fantasised about them. About what I
was going to think of!" She chuckled again. I responded by starting to
suck her nipple earnestly. She pretended not to notice.
"Mummy was worried. She had seen those dark rings grow under my
eyes, and God knows what else she had learned from noises and
smells... So she gave me a 'birds and the bees' lesson. About growing
up. But she was too embarrassed to bring up all that masturbation.
And even though I didn't understand it then, she was probably doing it
a lot herself then. Poor Mom! You see, my dad was living in the States
for a long period, because of his career. It was just us the two of us.
And suddenly Mom had to work afternoons instead, because of
personnel reshuffles on her job. So the afternoons became my time for
fun and games."
Linda yawned and stretched her body cattily, hands high over head
and her crossed legs pointing the toes. Body arching; her tits and mons
pouted like three virgin islands in a soft sea. She sighed real sexy. "I
tried every object in the Known Universe, to see how they fitted my
hungry little pussy. Well, all things in our house anyway. I went along
with raw energy and ingenuity. I could do marvellous things with a
green banana. And you know these pencils with little round erasers
attached on top of them? You see..."
But she got no further then. I silenced her with a kiss, and then some
other distracting manoeuvres. Like setting ashore invaders on those
three islets. I ate her slowly and thoroughly, while my hands rolled her
nipples. She got real loud, but not very coherent. And then we fucked,
grunting, grinding our flesh together.
Afterwards, we lay spent, getting our breath in order. The place reeked
from sweat and sweet sex. Her right leg was placed over mine, the hot
sticky pussy pressed against my thigh, her still erect tits boring into
my stomach, her head resting on my chest with her sweaty flowing
hair all over. I am a sucker for long black curly hair. She was lovely.
Sighing: "Oh Boy! Thank you, Sir! That was fantastic! How come
everything is present right there in those feelings? Not just our sexes?
Or bodies? But you and me and the whole universe all there? How is
that?" Linda mused and giggled. "I think I'm getting a religious
experience here."
"I'm sure you do, Linda. You made a lot of references to God just some
minutes ago. Among a bunch of rather harsh language though, I have
to add." She bit me. Hard. "You no-good heathen! Alright, you don't
deserve it, but I'm gonna tell you some more about 'those were the days
my friend'."
"Life wasn't always fun and games. Nossir. There was also this thing
called 'school'. And even though I am a genius, as you well know,
Haha!, I had to give it some attention. Which I failed, fighting with all
those hormones and what not. Being a growing girl can be hard
enough. So suddenly I noticed that my results were going down badly.
That was in 7th, and my grades got, well not bad but average, which is
bad for me."
"Mummy got worried, and then she had this bright idea. There was a
young teacher, who recently had put in time as a temp, but was now
unemployed. Mum had met her on a PTA-meeting a while back, and
they got on really well together, and what's more, Mum knew that I
had liked Lisa a lot when she was teaching. Which I did, because Lisa
was a good teacher and a nice person. Two things that doesn't
necessarily go together! Anyway, Mum decided to give it a shot and
phoned her to ask if she was willing to take me on for tutoring some
evenings every week. Well, she agreed."
Linda sighed. "Still, I felt like being grounded permanently, although
the deal was three afternoons a week. And I didn't like it at all to see
those flagging grades. If I didn't watch out, I might ending up taking
orders all my life!" She said this very seriously, and I could not help
replying, laughing though: "Well, so far you seem to manage pretty
well to direct the play". Which was quite to the point, but maybe a
little rude and ungrateful, especially considering my lying there
hugging her soft body. But she just shrugged. "But I wanted you. Don't
you want me?"
"Tell you what happened next. Lisa Roberts came over for our first
lesson, to set the ground rules. She was really a beautiful girl, about
twice my age then so she was around 25. I was taller than she even
then, she was quite small but with nice curves and boobs. Long hair
like wheat and a sweet face." Linda gave me a long full tongue kiss as
a sort of preparation to go on. "From that smirk Steve, I'm sure you
already have your theories about what happened to us. But although it
was clear from the start to both Lisa and me that there was some...
attraction between us, it was very innocent for some weeks."
"It wasn't really a teacher - student relation; we were more like
teenager friends. But of course she was boss, ultimately. That was part
of the ground rules. But there was a lot of hugging and closeness, and
despite the actual teaching going on - and we worked fine together -
there was a very physical aspect to our relation. She would reward me
with a little hug and a kiss on the cheek after I did something well.
Often she stood behind me while I worked at my desk, writing a test or
doing math, and she would go gently at my hair with a brush. Or she
would rub my shoulders while questioning me, or sometimes just
caress my skin lightly."
"And she was very careless with her own body as well. I could often
feel her pubic bone pressing into my back or shoulder, and her tits also
had a way of pressing into my back or sweep along my cheeks. You
know me Steve, and I'm sure you can guess what all this did to my
feelings and my body reactions. I had been used for months to rush
home from school every afternoon to get off, to put my little hungry
girl at work... And now suddenly there was instead more schoolwork
which had to be done, in the company of this delicate woman who
didn't seem to notice how horny she made me. I tried hard not to show
it of course. It just never occurred to me what her true feelings where."
"Once I fell into old habits while thinking hard over some algebrae
problem, and put a hand up under my T-shirt to touch a nipple. Just
not thinking about it. She leaned over and put her hand over mine and
squeezed through the cloth; I nearly shrieked with shock and the
sensation in my breast. But she just smiled and said: 'Maybe you can
have your little pleasure after I'm gone, as usual?' I swear I got so beet-
red in my face, I almost fainted from all the blood going out of my
brain. My pussy sort of sucked air."
Linda's story was a real turn-on. "Come on darling! When did you do
make love?" I asked. Linda chuckled. "All in good time! Maybe I want
to show you that I also had my teachers? And not only in schoolwork.
I'm getting horny telling you this and also a little embarrasssed. Ah,
those innocent childhood days! Lisa set a trap for me and baited it.
Such an obvious and clumsy trap at that... I could think of lots of
funnier ways. But I went right into it, led by my little girl!"
"There was a time some days later when she not only worked all her
old magic of touching this and that, but even some new places. She
had me on fire in no time! And then she started to look for her
calendar and could not find it. And we needed it for planning
purposes. Did I mind to carry on by myself for about 45 minutes while
she went home to get it? Well as a matter of fact I didn't mind. The
moment I heard the door click shut behind her, I stood, pulled the
jeans and panties to my ankles, pulled the T-shirt up over my breasts
and sat again, leaning back with my legs spread. And then I
MASTURBATED!"
"This was a sort of release for the tension being built up with Lisa, not
only that day, but over the weeks. I could hear myself pant and groan,
wet slapping sounds from the hand on my cunt, the chair creaking
from my wild movements. In just 3 or 4 minutes I was building up to a
first giant orgasm. And then I opened my eyes in shock as I heard
Lisa's voice. Oldest trick in the book! She never left, she must have
been staring at me practically all the time! I literally froze from her
voice. She must have counting on I had a strong heart..."
"'Linda, what are you doing? How can you behave like that, you
naughty girl?' And she really bawled me out for being so bad and
doing such nasty things with myself and not being serious about my
studies. The devious bitch!" But Linda laughed. "And then of course
there was Mummy, what would she say? as Lisa was quick to point
out. Indeed, it was her duty to inform about how I behaved. And I
pleaded, 'Don't tell Mum; I'll do anything, anything at all!!'
'Really?'
'Yes!'
'Well come here little honey.' And she hugged me. 'Do you know why
I'm really mad at you?'
'No!' I sobbed in her ear.
'Because you have made me feel so strange. I'm getting these funny
feelings for you. I don't know what to do about them? You naughty
little girl, sitting here naked and touching yourself like that! And
Linda... Ahum. I'm actually getting sort of horny? You know what I
mean?'
'But let me help you, and you can help me!' I almost yelled. 'Don't tell
and I will be so good to you... I'll do anything...'
'Of course darling Linda. And I will be good, so good for you too!'
And she stroked my hair soothingly."
"So there it was. An empty little threat, a very hollow black-mail, a
girl so horny she couldn't think straight, and a grown woman pretty
much in the same condition. Lisa told me later she almost fainted
seeing me get off with such frenzy, and thinking about me doing it to
her instead. And knowing I would, in just a little while."
- End of Part 3 a -
(To Be Continued...)
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