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Subject: {ASSM} THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/1 of Chapter 5/6)
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THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/1 of Chapter 5/6)
THE SAINT (M/f/F)
It was a nice sunny spring afternoon with a clear blue sky for a
change, but I had no qualms about spending it inside, under the sheets
even. Skin to skin with Linda, naturally. I had barely been five
minutes at The Diner, when the door opened again. That was fine, I
longed to embrace her. It had been almost a week and my blood was
boiling, not to mention other liquids. But there were voices in the
cramped hall! I didn4t know we had a guest coming? I sighed. Linda...
The girl came sweeping through the miniscule sitting room, out into
the excuse for a kitchen where I was just putting some ice cubes in a
tumbler of fruit juice. She looked ravishing as usual, with her tall
slender body in a T-shirt and miniskirt, and the jetblack hair
streaming. Her coffey-and-cream face was flushed, and there was
clearly no time for admiration. She did start by giving me a fast but
most lascivious tongue kiss, though.
Linda grabbed me by the collar and whispered, her words tumbling
out:
"Steve, quick! I got one and she4s perfect. A virgin and a seeker. Just
listen to my explanations in there and play along. Just come out in 30
seconds and look blank no matter what!" I managed to squeeze her
lovely tits, and she winked and tore away again.
Out there I could hear the muffled sounds of shoes, clothes, bags;
whatever. I leaned closer.
"...seemed to be pretty OK today. So please come in! It4s not much, but
what we have is yours. Please have a seat." Linda sounded polite but
somehow subdued.
Another voice, clearly female - what else - with a southern accent and
very pleasant:
"Thanks Linda! Why, you4ve made it cosy here! Been staying here for
long?"
"Not really. Couple of years. After our accident, we lived at our old
place for a while. But since daddy couldn4t cope... well, this is what
Social Welfare provided us with."
The 30 seconds were up, and I ambled into the room, slow, decidely
blank, and expecting the next cue. And it came.
"Daddy! Come sit in your favourite chair." Linda patted an easy chair
beside the sofa. Good. I didn4t know I had a favourite chair; we used to
favour the bed. I tried hard to look extremely blank and dull, all the
while scrutinizing this strange woman. Linda and she sat in our big
old sofa, quite close. Linda had her left leg tucked up under her butt,
leaning towards the lady. She was in fact showing off most of her
beautiful legs, and some white crotch at that. But the woman did not
seem to mind. Linda4s left hand was already around her shoulders.
God! I don4t know how she does these oil-smooth come-ons!
"I don4t know if he hears me, but I4ll try to explain." Linda continued
in her role of today; a young and pretty but clearly very sad girl in the
middle teenages. Solemnly: "Daddy! This is Lucia. She is a member of
a church. The Church of Candles in the Dark. I met her downtown.
She was giving away pamphlets. To people who are seeking something
new. People who want a new flavour in their life. Something divine."
I strained hard to continue looking blank, hands on my knees and
looking straight forward. Linda sighed morosely. "No, I don4t think he
understood, that was a bit too complicated. Daddy, I went shopping
today. I brought you some fresh fish, you like that don4t you?" The cat!
I had to bite down so hard my teeth almost crunched not to laugh! As
a distraction I turned slightly towards the sofa, so I could see Lucia
better. "See? He likes fresh fish!" said Linda, a bit more content.
And so do you! I thought, as I faced her, but really looked at Lucia.
She was a nice-looking woman around 35, with a fresh and sunny
face. Not a classic beauty but very very pleasant, and that could be said
for the whole of her. Nice build. She wore a peach and blue scarf
tucked into a white blouse straining over two neat breasts. The grey
skirt did not reveal much but her thighs seemed to bulge nicely, and
her knees were cute. Conservative grey shoes on her feet. Lucia had
raven black hair, straight and shoulder long, it fell over Linda4s arm.
She looked at me, smiled and said, a bit too articulated: "Nice to see
you!" Yeah, she must be an asset to any church searching for lost
souls. Was that what we were, Linda? I made no answer to the
greeting, just stared ahead.
Linda curled up closer to Lucia. "It4s like this every day. I need
someone to talk to. Can I talk to you, Lucia. Will you listen?" she said,
pleading.
"Dear child, it4s only my Christian duty," Lucia replied and while it
sounded a bit pompous, it also seemed very honest. "Go on, tell me!"
She grabbed Linda4s right hand and put them both in her lap. Ooops!
Shouldn4t have done that! But Linda first went bumbling along with
her story and it was a most dreadful and sad tale, sometimes
accompanied by a tear or two from her. She never missed a beat when
it came to rubbing Lucia4s hand onto her own mons at the dramatic
passages or caressing her neck at the sad ones. She is in fact a
fantastic actress!
Not to say a fantastic talespinner... The main intrigue was that two
years ago I (her daddy) and Linda (my daughter) and Rebecca (my
wife/Linda4s mother) had been attacked by a gang of racist football
hooligans in London. There where also numerous sidestories including
undercover CIA agents, drugdealers from Colombia, Vatican
smugglers of philosophical contraband, and the Russan mob. (Well,
maybe not all of the aforementioned, but you get my drift...) Her keen
brain had gone into overdrive again, but by now she had seen my
discrete but frantic signals to keep it more low-key and realistic. Don4t
spoil it, child! I could see Lucia reacting to her body being touched,
shifting a little and the nipples clearly starting to bud, but not really
understanding why as yet.
Linda hurried along to the more human aspects and results from the
vicious attack. Rebecca, my coloured wife, brutally murdered; myself
beaten to pulp with a permanent brain damage as a result; herself
raped and now emotionally crippled. Actually it was a horrifying story.
Did she watch TV that much? I had thought we spent most of her
spare time fucking.
Linda sobbed and hugged the somewhat perplexed Lucia, not seeming
to notice that she grabbed a breast in the process. She cried: "Now I
cannot feel anything anymore. I never had a boyfriend... but at least I
used to... touch myself. It4s no good anymore, I feel nothing! God
doesn4t love me!" And she broke down.
"Surely it4s not as bad as that?" Lucia tried. "And don4t say that about
God. He moves in mysterious ways, Linda."
And so did Linda, caressing Lucias left breast. "Oh yes it is that bad!
Even my shrink says I have a very long way to go. She says I have to
'recover my sensuality'. She says I should try to to find a person I trust,
and practice some body contact so I won4t panic when someone
touches me. It4s the only chance for me!"
She sobbed and burrowed her head beside Lucia4s, not letting go of her
tit. Surely if there was an ounce of lez or bi in Lucia, she would not
miss these very direct signals from Linda. Nor this fat chance; having
a real piece of cake like my baby Linda! And getting points in Heaven
in the process...
And I could see she was reacting, slowly getting more florid in her
joyful face and the eyes veiling. She stroked Linda4s hair soothingly
and then raised a very practical matter. Gotcha!!
"Maybe I could help you a little, kitten. But what about your daddy?
Surely we can4t do anything unappropriate while he4s sitting there?"
"Oh, never mind, he4s just gone. He sits like that all day and reacts to
nothing. If anything, it might be good therapy, seeing someone being
nice to his daughter instead of... instead of..." She broke down and
sobbed again.
There was some twisted logic to that, I suppose, but I think the
situation in itself appealed to the darker side of the force in Ms Lucia.
Without further ado, she took Linda4s face in her hands.
"Linda, I4m going to do something that I never have done before. I
guess it4s for a good purpose. It was God who brought me here!" And
with that she gave the girl a long full kiss on the mouth. Linda
responded hesitantly but never the less, and broke off first after half a
minute.
"You...you kissed me!" she stammered.
"Yes yes, but was it unpleasant?" Lucia asked, and continued a little
more quaveringly: "Maybe if I first showed you that you can trust me.
Will you do that? Maybe if I let you touch me first.
"I am," Linda said glumly, and squeezed her tit through her blouse,
milking it firmly. "Does that really feel nice?"
Flowers blossomed on Lucia4s cheeks. "It does, child, believe me. You
have such good hands. They were meant to touch and give pleasure,
Linda. They were meant for love! Here, let me show you how to please
me." She sent a questioning look to my side, but apparently I was no
threat. Part of the furniture. She should have heard the turmoil in my
brain, shouting "BLANK - BLANK - BLANK" to stop my dick from
giving me away!
Lucia started to unbutton her blouse and then took it off. When she
reached back to unhook the bra, her erect nipples strained against the
lycra. Linda stared fascinated at the two beuatiful breasts; not very
large but firm, aureolas dark brown surrounding the cute little hard
buds. "Feel them," Lucia breathed.
"I...I," Linda started. But her hands lifted and her fingertips lightly
stroked the gift offered to her, with a sharp intake of air as a result.
"Oh Linda, that is so nice!"
"You4re sweet, Lucia, I think I...". Linda gave the nipples a good
round of rolling and tweaking. Lucia breathed harder.
"Do you like them? This is how our bodies were meant to be used
and..." Lucia went silent as Linda bent her head down and started to
lick all over the tits. She grabbed the breasts firmly and kept
squeezing, then licked on the engorged bloodfilled nipples like
icecream cones.
Lucia4s pelvis shook as if it was down there she was being licked.
Linda put a nipple in her mouth and suckled trustfully as if it were a
baby bottle. She cooed. Lucia gave out a long raspy moan.
"Oh my God!"
Linda focused her black eyes into the face of the older woman and said
huskily:
"I trust you. Do you like it? Maybe you could do it for me?"
"I will, baby!"
Linda gave her a searching look, and then slowly removed her T-shirt.
Her rather large tits with their proud chocolate strawberries pointed at
the woman. She stared back, clearly overwhelmed.
Linda said, a bit flushed now and out of breath: "There is something...I
feel... Maybe if you give them a little taste, and I will..." She trailed
off.
Lucia looked like she was a baby given candy. She covered Linda4s
breasts with kisses, licking all over and then concentrating on the tips,
sucking and tongueing them with obvious delight. Linda began to
moan, almost inaudible at first but slowly increasing in volume. She
realised she had to start give in now, and her hand crept up on Lucia4s
leg, travelling under her skirt, stroking their way between the thighs
which gradually parted. I saw Linda4s hand labour under the cloth, in
the junction of soft skin and wet membranes, and heard Lucia grunt,
moving her hips rhythmically against Linda4s hand, heard her grunt
some more and louder as Linda now also stroked her breast, all the
while sucking onto Linda4s tits. I was getting very horny myself, and
the bulge grew in my pants. Not that Lucia noticed anymore. She
closed her eyes. And then she came, grinding on my daughters
(correction: Linda4s) hand. Must be pretty handy to be saved; God will
excuse most anything.
"Lucia! I want to see you naked. Can I?" Linda pleaded. The lady just
continued to whimper and moan at first. Eventually she answered.
"Oh...oh...ahahah...darling! Darling, I will, I...will...oh..."
"I think I trust you to see me also," Linda said in a hushed voice. Lucia
kissed her face and smiled, laughed. "Fine, baby, let4s do it together."
They stood and watched each other undress the nether regions. Linda
was as georgeous as ever with a perfect rounded ass, long legs, and
that fat mons and black curls dewed from secretion. The little girl was
up and ready.
Lucia may not have been as statuesque as my own cat woman, but she
was pretty and cute and very very sexy. Her thighs shone around a firy
red bush! Along with her raven black hair, the effect was stunning! I
could not help but admit a nervous cough as my windpipe strangled.
Lucia spun around. But I stayed put.
Linda hurried to cover for me. "The air is much to dusty in here, and
he forgets to swallow." She hugged Lucia and then caressed her some
more on that pussy on fire. "Lucia, you are so nice! Can I...can I taste
it also?"The distraction worked, and Lucia did not protest when Linda
gently pushed her down on the sofa and kneeled before her. She spread
her legs wide and sighed expectantly. Linda grabbed her hips and
dipped in. Of course I could not see exactly what she was doing in
there, but I could hear all the laps and slurps and other wet noises.
Lucia was totally relaxed and splayed her legs to receive Linda4s
mouth. Her eyes were closed, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips. She
gently caressed her own nipples. I never saw a such a look of serene
and total bliss on anyone4s face before. She was just accepting and
enjoying. Maybe she was a saint after all?
"Fuck! Linda... Lindaaaaa a ha haaaah! God! Oh oooaaaahaaa ha hah
hah. You suck so good on my fucking clit... God! I4m gonna cum...
Oh! Aaaarggh! Tssshhh!! Oooh! Fuck me, Linda! Suck my goddam
clit, yeah baby... God, lick...Oh! Suck, suck...Aaarrggh!
Lindaaaa!!!...GODDDDhhhhhhhh!"
Well well. Was that standard holy lingo for a saint? But I excused her.
Head turning from side to side with that silken black curtain flying,
her whole body trembling; she exploded in a series of spasms and
moans that went on for a long long time, orgasming time and again
under Linda4s admittedly expert tongue. Then Linda slowed up,
carefully munching little bites to let Lucia down gently. She collapsed
in a heap like a deflated balloon, only twitching now and again as by
electric jolts.
While she was totally gone, busy sucking air and sailing on the winds
of post-orgasmical skies, I silently undressed. No way I could keep up
this any longer! I meant the charade of deaf-dumb-and-blind, not my
dick. That fellow was causing me great trouble to get my pants off. As
Linda saw me approaching she first tried to shoo me away, no doubt
wanting to get of piece of the action first; Lucia had roused her good.
Well, now the joke was on her for a while. I was horny waiting for
Linda, and the show had multiplied my feelings. Sure our little fish
called Lucia would eat Linda. But not til I had fucked Lucia4s brain
out; what was left of it, that is. It was time for a wonder.
I positioned myself in front of the half unconscious woman and
without preamble plunged into her open front. Ah, she was so wet and
delicious! I shivered from joy. Lucia opened her eyes, but before she
had time to get her feelings together, I boomed:
"God has filled me!" A new thrust. "Just as I am filling this woman
now!" Thrust. She gasped as I crashed into her well handled clitoris.
Her eyes stared and she opened her mouth to speak... Thrust! And all
that came out from her was an "Ooh!"
"God is in me!" Thrust! "And he has opened my eyes." Thrust. She
gasped again, speechless.
"God is in me." Thrust! "Ooooooooh!" "And he has healed me!"
Thrust! "Oh!"
"He saw the goodness of man." Thrust! "Aaaaahhh!" She looked at me
as an archangel messenger from high on above.
Linda fell to her knees, clasped her hands and bowed her head, bless
the girl!
"God saw the goodness of woman." Thrust! "OOOaaah!"
"He saw that you were the instrument of his will." Thrust! "Please,
more!"
"And he decided to reward you." Thrust! "Ah! My dear God!" A most
willing thrust back.
"Daughter, you are blessed!" Thrust! "Oh, come in me, I am open,"
Lucia sobbed. She was indeed. Very wet and very open and already
spasming inside again.
It was beginning to get a little uncomfy, so I pushed her down to a
better position and increased the tempo a bit. She responded eagerly,
and we smacked our bodies together, grinding. I gave up my
monologue as I was panting to much, and the thoughts of lines to say
were finito in my head; there was only her body and my melting into it
bit by bit.
She came and she came, babbling in tongues. But I understood. She
was filled by the holy spirit, and it was truly one of the fucks of my
lifetime. I finally came myself, bleating like a truck horn; the little
death as they say, but it might as well have been the real one, I was so
spent. I pulled back and threw myself in the other corner of the sofa,
panting.
Eventually I caught a look of Linda. She was still kneeling, gaping at
us, and Lo and behold! her hands were not near any erogenous zones.
Well, they do say miracles happen every day!
We never had the nerve to tell Lucia the truth when she finally woke
up from her angelic bliss. She was too happy to be the chosen helper
for my miraculous recovery. Instead I encouraged her to take well care
of my daughter, blessing Linda with all sorts of cunnilingual and
manual ceremonies for an hour or two. Linda4s response awoke
gradually until she also was totally recovered (and totally wasted). Of
course I could not partake, being her father and all, even if that indeed
would have had biblical dimensions. Lucia and I had a monumental
farewell fuck instead, howling at the powers of life. She went happily
away, truly born again, but with a slightly skewed gait.
We had convinced Lucia that now we were both well, we aimed to
move away and start a new life afresh. And since she also left town
shortly, we never even saw her again. But we could follow her career
in the media; from small articles to bigger. They told she had founded
her own church, the Congregation of Communion. And last month she
started her own TV-service.
For a while we felt very holy, Linda and I. Bless that girl!
- End of Part 5 -
(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
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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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