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Subject: {ASSM} THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/3 of Chapter 4/6)
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THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/3 of Chapter 4/6)
SEDUCTION OF SARAH (M/f/f)
She is anything but stupid. But I do believe that in some ways Linda's
brain works best after I have just done a real good job on her. Takes
the tensions away, promotes creativity; something like that. Male
pride? Well, in fact we just had us a real good animal fuck, and she
was now snuggling in her favourite post-coital position. Linda half
climbed over me, right leg over mine, pussy lips melting against my
hip, slowly softening tits poking into my stomach skin, her head on my
chest flowing with her rich black hair. As I held her soft sweaty body
in my arms, our breaths eventually returned to normal. Oh God, how I
love that girl!
Now her mind went into creative over-drive again. She was mumbling
her machinations into my chest hairs, while her right hand was
drawing diagrams around my left nipple. Quite disturbing in fact,
despite my being totally spent. "Sorry, pussy girl, I didn't hear you?" I
asked her, petting her fantastic mane.
She turned up her head and faced me with those bottomless black eyes,
a bit glazed from our hard labour. "Oh, you didn't, Steve, dicky boy?
Well, you better listen up. I just had this great idea." Her voice was
smooth as honey. Oh-oh, I thought, here we go again! She continued:
"You've been pestering me about those picture mail-files 4somebody4
sent you?"
"You're damn right. And don't bother, I know you sent them to me. To
get me out of balance, in which your success was tremendous. I'm still
reeling!"
Her chin trembled but she managed not to laugh. "OK! I sent them.
Happy now?"
I reached out and squeezed her puppy-fat bottom. "OK! You'll pay,
though... as soon as I can think of an appropriate punishment."
"I can't wait! But listen, you still don't know who actually shot them.
And I know you have racked your brain over that. So I will tell you...
about the one. The 'Maid in the Park' one. But only if you promise to
lick my pussy until the little girl says to take a break."
"Does she ever? I promise. But honey, I don't charge for that, do I?
Now would you please first explain?"
"I have a friend Sarah, you know? She's the one covering for me that
first time with Eve, remember?" I sure did. There was a distinct
stirring in the nether regions. "Sarah moved here a year ago, starting
in our class. We hit off directly. As enemies! Or rivals, rather. We
were both quite clever and pretty if I may say so myself..." I gave her
that licence with a kiss. "... not to mention dominant! I had my
position to defend, and she was anxious to get one fast. So there where
some clashes between us!"
"Anyway, as we both found out that we actually liked each other - as
friends mind you! - that hostility phased over to a sorts of friendly
competition." Linda raked my chest hairs and let her thighs enclose
my right one, so she could give her pussy a little mild massage while
telling me the story. Her little girl was hard again and its slippery
glide against my skin was very erotic. But I said: "Go on darling. I'm
not moving a finger until you told me!"
"Finger? Didn't I ask for your tongue?" she pouted and feigned
disappointment. She was totally happy in teasing herself a while when
talking." And most of our moves in that little fight are public, indeed
meant to be so. All the girls know what is going on. But there are also
small tricks we play on each other, pranks that only she and I know
about. Sort of a dare between us. And this game has sometimes
become of a really sexual nature. Although we havn't touched each
other. Like telling of rather kinky sex acts we have committed to
ourselves, or done with others. For example, I told her very vividly
how to masturbate with a pencil eraser, remember..." She bumped my
thigh.
"It's on my list to buy one of those!!"
"... Or a bit of exposure here and there, showing each other - she's a
real piece of cake, by the way - or even flashing in broad daylight, but
still rather modestly. So there you are. She said I wouldn't dare to sit
on that park bench and show my pussy while she photographed me.
But I showed her how a lady does that! And later, I showed you! I
scanned that photo at computer class and took it home on a small disc.
Told her I'd dare that too!"
"But in the name of Christ, I hope you didn't tell her what for?!"
"When I did that, I hadn't even met you, white knight of my nights!
Anyway, that's Sarah."
Something told me the story would not end there. But first I made
good on my word. The little girl was eagerly awaiting my oral
gymnastics. The big girl was similarly enthusiastic. While lapping up
her juices I was thinking where this story could go. I was pretty sure
Linda and I would soon have an extremely daring encounter with this
mysterious young woman Sarah. The thought made me very horny,
and after eating Linda raw, I immediately fucked her almost to the
brink of extinction. Funny how grateful a girl is for such a thing! But
we talked no more of Sarah at this time.
Not long after that, Linda and I had another rendez-vous at The Diner.
Easter was approaching fast, and Linda had warned that she might not
be around for awhile in the holidays. My wife Christina had done the
same, in slightly different words; she was going to visit her folks for a
few days. She did not ask me if I wanted to come along. I envisioned
quite an empty Easter holiday. But Linda surprised me, for the
umpteenth time.
"Now I know how to do it!!" she exclaimed. What? She explained, she
was not going to travel with her parents over Easter after all. Instead,
she had been given permission to stay with Sarah. And Sarah, well,
she had done the same. So the result was that both pairs of parents
thought the girls were to be kept perfectly safe. The girls, on the other
hand, knew they could keep themselves safe together, without boring
adults. Fifteen year olds... They had decided to go to the cabin in the
forest, belonging to Sarahs's parents. They had figured out that they
could re-route both of their home telephone lines to there. If the
parents were snooping, they would never be the wiser!
There was of course another element is this equation, as Linda was
eager to explain to me. Behind this mutual scheme of Linda and
Sarah, there hid a tacit agreement that it was time for them both to
move a step ahead. To get together for real. To touch each other.
Spelled out, to fuck each other.
Only, as usual, Linda was one step further ahead. "I really love that
girl, Steve", she said. "I want her to have the best, and believe me,
she4ll get fireworks from my tongue! And I can barely wait for hers...
But I'm also pretty sure she's a virgin. She deserves you, honey, and
you deserve her. You're gonna fuck her within the week. God, I'm
getting wet thinking of that! How do you feel?" The sly little wench! It
took a while to demonstrate my true feelings about that prospect.
Linda had some good ideas on how to go about the Seduction of Sarah.
I also took part of the planning with great interest and enthusiasm.
Did I not harbour any scruples about popping the cherry of a little un-
suspecting 15-year old? Weeeelll.... Of course I would only do it if she
DARED herself. And were not girls both married and mothers at that
age in other eras? Rationalising, of course. But I do trusted Linda's
judgement. Sarah was probably good and ready for it.
Came Good Friday, after stomping around in a godforsaken wilderness
for two extra hours, my mood was not all that good any more. I was
lost for real, not the pretending stray wanderer any more, and now the
darkness of late winter fell fast. It was also cold, as I strove on through
the thickets like an angry bear. Profanities surrounded me like a
swarm of mosquitoes. Luckily, it was too wintery for the real ones!
When I finally managed to knock on the door of the cabin, I didn't
have to pretend to be lost, frozen stiff or in need of rescue. I was all of
that and more. And the speed with which Linda opened the door to the
March darkness, told me that she had been worrying too. Clicking my
teeth, I rattled into my prepared story of a car breakdown and
subsequently getting lost. At least the last part was true and I'd better
talk my way in fast!
I could see that the other girl was looking a bit scared of this stranger
coming to the house of two lonely girls. But as Linda played the role of
reluctant but never wavering helper, Sarah went along with her. They
both told me to come in. I stepped gratefully into the warmth and
light.
I was getting tear-eyed with the heat and blinked at the sight of these
two residing angels. Linda was looking gorgeous in chalk white
velvety combination against her chocolate skin, with a long zipper
from neck to crotch, very tight-fitting and snug, revealing her curvy
figure and long slender legs. It was clear she was naked as an oyster
beneath her costume. The cloth was tight around her breasts, and her
nipples protruded a bit. No panty line, but her fat vulva was indeed
clearly outlined! Linda's marvellous hair cascaded down her back and
in rivulets over her chest like a coal avalanche.
Sarah... I blinked again. It was easy to see that they had dressed up
together, very intentionally, as a prelude to making love! Linda adding
touches to the plan, as a surprise to me of course, but also to make
herself the more horny.
Sarah wore exactly the same outfit as Linda, but in darkest black. It
enclosed her like a second skin. She was really beautiful! Not as tall as
Linda, but then most girls are not. She was a bit more plump, but not
fat; her hip curves were rich and that ass was perfect, begging to be
held and caressed. She had fine legs and inbetween her thighs nestled
a prominent vagina; even clad in black the mons stood proud over
thick labia. Her bust was quite big for that young a girl, but the breasts
were pert and outstanding. It was clear she wore no bra either, the tits
had stiffened noticeably with the incoming frosty air.
Sarah had a pretty face with cute freckles strewn over nose and cheeks,
and her bushy eyebrows gave her an intense and 'furry' look, enhanced
by the low hairline of her long thick and wavy ash-blonde hair. A most
cuddly creature! There was upon her a distinct air of furry animal, of...
of a bunny! And while Linda's appearance as always had a more feline
touch to her stature, she would stand-in as an honorary bunny for
tonight. My Easter bunnies!
I tried hard not to consume these lovely women just by staring. I was
just about to continue with my lies, and talk my way into staying,
when there opened a door to the back. You can imagine my shock!
Into the lounge stepped a third girl, this one clad in the same tight-
fitting combination, but hers was red! She was at least as stunning as
the other two girls. She looked almost exactly like Sarah but a tiny bit
smaller, and her quite petite teenage girl size made her the more sexy.
Her hair was not ashen, but nut brown and very large and curly. The
new girl looked surprised and I guess I did too.
Linda took command: "Penny, this is Mr Armstrong, who just had an
accident. We'll have to see what we can do to help him. Mr
Armstrong, meet Sarah's sister Penny."
"How do you do", I mumbled and offered my cold hand. Penny's hand
was warm and dry and somehow electric.
Penny smiled widely, her freckles glowing in a very fresh face. She
said amiably in a mellow voice: "Fine, how are yourself? By the way,
Sarah and me are not sisters. We're twins!"
My legs felt a trifle wobbly, due not only to that long trekk through the
bush. Rather, how much bush could I take? That Linda, I really would
have to do something about her!
- End of Part 4 a -
(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
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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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