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Subject: {ASSM} THE LINDA TALES (Part 2/3 of Chapter 6/6)
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THE LINDA TALES (Part 2/3 of Chapter 6/6)
KNOWING THE ROPES (M/f/F)
The Diner felt hot and stuffy, but what can you do? Never mind that.
The trip to the beach had been nice, but also unexpectedly rewarding.
When Linda and I left that morning, we were not really on a fishing
expedition. Just out for some sun and a quick dip. Well, we abandoned
that rather quickly when Beverly leapt into our arms. Well, she did,
didn't she?
I had surely taken a liking to the soul of Bev, and I was very
determined to not make her regret the decision to come with us. And
how I lusted for that nubile body of hers. She would provide my dip,
and she would love it! However, it was obvious that her feelings for
The Diner approached nothing remotely of that quality. She wrinkled
her nose, shook her head so that her long black flaxen hair flew wild
and exclaimed frankly:
"What a dump! Do you really live here, Steve? I would never have
dreamed that you were so tasteless!"
Linda laughed, charmed by this honest outbreak from the artistic girl
we had caught in our net.
"Right! I4ve told him time and again to make this place up a bit. But
what happens? Nothing in the way of re-decoration any way!"
"Glad you two are so overwhelmed. That's exactly the effect I've been
working on. But maybe it's an acquired taste." I said and gestured to
the lounge, "Have a seat".
"Yeah, let's," Linda agreed. "Come Bev, sit here with me in the sofa."
She patted the place in the middle of the couch. The two girls sat
down and anew put their arms around each other. Linda whispered
something in Bev4s ear; Bev giggled.
I looked at her plump but not fat body, those voluptuous breasts and
the wide and promising hips. There was a mound rising inbetween
there, and I could already picture the black hair forest lying flat and
clammy on her pussy skin, rubbing around and squeezed by our hands
and mouths and, of course, by my dick.
I studied her sweet and serious face, and Bev boldly met my eyes. Her
eyes were somewhat filmed, the look of a girl fast on her way to make
love and who can hardly wait. Soft and sleepy like, but horny really.
"Girl secrets, huh?" I smiled.
Linda retorted, "Yea, this girl really captivates me!", taking Bev4s
hand in a steady hold.
"I4m gonna get some drinks", said I and walked out to the kitchen,
where I made us some weak gin & tonics. I4d gladly ply a girl with a
hit or two of weed, but numb her nerve ends with too much alcohol -
whatever for? Surely not in my plans for sweet baby whale Bev, I
needed all her attention.
But what where our plans? I was pretty sure that Linda was scheeming
like mad right now - it seemed her mind worked the best while her
hands explored erogenous zones (her own or preferably someone
else4s). And I was equally sure that these plans involved surprises also
for me. That4s my Linda, the feline little imp disguised as an innocent
teenager! Her plans are always devious and twisted, and the twists are
also twisted.
Should I play along this time, or out-twist her? Her last reply was
clearly a hint of the direction she was planning. I thought back at a
time couple of months back.
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I had been on the road for a week, doing a temp gig as technician for a
local group on the heavier side of rock4n4roll. Although that was of
course not their group name, let me here aptly call them "Dexys
Midnight Runners". I do not often go for amphetamines, but for the
last 48 hours or so they had been feeding me their staple diet. It was
simply the only way to put up with these boys and their juggernaut
tempo! (I must be getting old...)
Now coming home I entered The Diner just looking for a couple of
Valium kept in the bathroom locker, in dire need for something to cool
me down a bit from the speed run. I never expected Linda to be there.
But she was. I could hear her low throaty moans emerging from out
the bedroom door. And there she was sprawling on the large old bed,
her lithe agile body moving rythmically in tune with her hands
working her beautyful dark breasts and caressing the little girl between
her thighs.
Her long black hair was spread on the pillow, and I almost choked.
She is really a pudding! Linda4s eyes were closed and she seemed
totally spaced out. An impression strengthened by the scents in the
room; I had no hopes of finding anything left of my tiny stash of
Manali. The little devil!
"Hi baby! Missing me hard and thorough I can see", I croaked between
my grinding teeth. I edited a silly giggle. "Suppose that4s a
compliment!"
She did not flinch and the hands never missed a beat, but her eyelids
slowly lifted with the pace of a 19th century elevator. Here eyes were
as serene as Indian temple pools. "Ssssteeve...." she managed, with a
sly smile and no further agitations.
I can only blame the speed. It was not really fair, us being on different
levels altogether. We were usually never into S&M, but more of T&T
(read: Trick and Treat). Still, the periphernalia must have been
brought to the flat with some exercises in mind. As you remember,
The Diner was our playground, and activities like washing clothes
never entered the picture. So why that cotton washing line?
I later did give us a super-powered and prolonged good old fuck - me
being quite 'uptight' and having dearly missed her also. But first I
extended her celestial trip beyond some bizarre new horizons.
It turned out Linda never uttered a word of blame, although a good
deal of other words and sounds, most of it unintelligible. She just
smiled and was quite happy to let me gently tie her hands and feet to
the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagled, unable to move and totally
helpless to my manipulations. And I was tireless.
After kissing her thoroughly and suckling her rubberhard nipples, I
moved down between her legs and had a good view of her fantastic
pussy. The mons rose proud and coal-black with her soft pubis hair;
underneath her puffy lips flared, some juices flowing, exposing the
magnificent "little girl" (Linda4s best friend, as she often jokes) now
throbbing red and in erect attention.
After some loving and tender suckling of her tasty juices, I started to
apply my eqipment, which consisted of a large pheasant feather, a
small paint brush, a cup of olive oil, and lastly a small vibrator. The
contrast between the texture of the feather and the brush, and the
slippery oil, intermingled to new sensations, taking Linda quite by
surprise. Or rather by storm. And I teased and brushed and stroked
and ...
Her moans grew to be continuous, running up and down the scale. I
had trouble resting my head on her left thigh as she rose, strung as a
bow; it seemed only her hands and feet touched the mattress. But I
kept taunting her flesh. She now made an awful lot of noise,
desperately begging me to rub her to orgasm.
After what must have felt like an eon in her hash-induced orbit, I took
pity and went down in earnest. Using the vibrator in her vagina and
my mouth on her clit, I brought her three thunderstorm orgasms in ten
minutes. And then I untied her so she could embrace my body. A good
boy should have his reward. And was I eager to collect it! When we
finally came together - and it took awhile, thank you Mr Dexy - she
just went out like a light and slept for four hours, waking up
shuddering in the cold sweaty sheets.
---------------
Well, if Linda was hinting at the shackles this time, I decided she
would not get it. But there are many ways to skin a cat.
I sat down on the sofa, and served us the drinks. Beverly was now in
the middle of two very interested parties. I kissed her quickly on the
cheek, and fondled her left tit - Linda was busy with the other, and our
arms crossed on Bev4s chest.
Bev started to speak, but choked and had to clear her throat with a sip
as we caressed her nipples through her blouse. She started again, still
hoarse: "Do you know what Linda says, Steve? She thinks I might be
more comfortable if she were a 4bit pacified4as she says. What does she
mean?"
Knew it! The minx Linda... But the rope pleasures were not hers
today.
"Dear lady poet", I said softly, "you know how complicated and
delicate our relation is. We can only thank god for an understanding
woman like you, who come without prejudice. If you bought me, you
surely will not regret it."
I kissed her again, this time on the mouth and I took my time. "Linda
is such a sweet girl, and she does everything for me. Do you also trust
me?"
She tacitly nodded. I continued: "Beverly, we never met such a sexy
and intuitive girl such as you before. I think... yes, I think that my own
trust for you can help me and Linda to take a large step in our
relationship. But only if... if you can really trust us. It is actually you
who must be totally passive."
The sweet thing blushed and just nodded again. I could see Linda
sending me a wink both sulky and admiring. She now thought she
could anticipate the events to follow next. Well, not quite, darling.
We all withdrew to the bedroom. Silently and with many caresses we
undressed Bev. She was clearly a girl heavily into noire; even her bra
and panties were pitch-black. And so was the fur on her chubby and by
now wet pussy. We found the bed and again she was in the middle.
Our hands and mouths were everywhere on her body.
"Dear Bev", I breathed, "now comes the test. Will you let us tie you to
this bed? If you want to stop just say so."
She did not scream or jump out of the bed. Instead she shuddered
under our touches and panted: "Do what you like, but just do it!"
Well, that was carte blanche, and soon we had lovingly secured her to
the bed posts. The arms outstreched over her head forced up her chest
and the breasts stood like white and mighty hills crowned with
strawberries (brown though). She was half sitting, resting on a bundle
of pillows. Her legs parted in a V-shape, this letting her engorged
labia release a hooded but clearly excited clit under her magic black
mount. Bev4s breating were quite laboured and uneven, and her
stomach muscles fluttered now and then. Probably also nervous about
what our humble selves might do to her. Now she said weakly: "But
Steve, what...?"
At present not much really, poor thing.
"Beverly!" I said dramatically, "you will be our witness. You will be
our medium. You will be the scroll upon which we claw our love
letters! How is that for poetry?" (Steve, you heel! No speed to blame
now, is there?)
Bev4s jaw dropped, and she whined: "But what about me? You said... "
"Shush, baby. Enjoy with us." And with that I put my arms around
Linda. She was more than willing and we kissed and kissed while our
hands roamed over our bodies. She panted in my mouth. I tore of my
whale T-shirts and stepped out of the jeans, and naked I opened her
blouse. I pushed down her black bikini bra and the tits, presssed up,
rose up to my mouth. I chewed and sucked her nipples, and she
moaned as my hand also sneaked down her panties. Hello, little girl!
Linda quickly got rid of her clothes and we resumed our vertical
lovemaking. Linda grabbed my cock and pumped it, her pelvis rocking
as she rythmically sawed herself in half on my fingers. My other hand
was all over her tits. Our mouths were glued together and Linda
moaned down my throat.
I laid down Linda on the nether half of the bed and entered her. She
hissed as I glided into her perfect and tight little tunnel. Very very
slowly and purposefully I fucked her with long strokes ending with our
pelvises mashing, almost blending. We were hot and cold.
None of this had been lost on Bev. Her jaw slack, eyes like saucers, her
face reddened all the more and her breathing was fast and erratic. I
could see that she felt like a kid with her birthday cake snatched away,
but she was to proud to complain, she said nothing. And there was
certainly nothing she could do in giving herself relief.
I made Linda and me shift position, placing her in the V of Bev4s legs,
her neck resting right at the junction. I hoped that the pillow was soft.
Linda smiled up at my as she tried out her new bed attire with some
movements of her head. There was a sharp intake of air from Bev who
had not protested at all being used as part of our love couch. But she
blurted out: "Oh, you rascals... " I think a glimmer of understanding
came to her in that moment, but it did not make her less rutty.
I smiled at her as I again started to pump in and out, faster this time.
Linda entwined her long legs around my bum, and making little
humphh!ing noises, started to meet me with great enthusiasm. She
supported herself on her neck, and our rapid and regular thrusts
conveyed tons of kinetic energy into Bev4s groin. She groaned happily
and tried to open herself and turn the pussy upward as much as the
rope permitted. Already Linda4s neck and hair was rubbing up and
down in the wet cleavage. As I myself slipped and slided in Linda4s
wetness, I grinned maliciosly at Bev. She gave a little smile herself,
but her eyes held an infinite lust and longing.
Soon we all went into a frenzy, wheezing and groaning and yelping
like mad wolves as the storm took us. I drilled into Linda and she
responded eagerly, bucking under me, well into her third orgasm. Bev
bucked in turn, trying to get the most from Linda4s movements, she
strained the ropes, her face a beetroot red and contorted, some saliva
drooling, and her nipples were rock hard but sadly unattended at the
moment. Not forever, though, baby whale! We would soon deal more
seriously with you.
But first, blissful post-orgasmic rest! I panted and laughed.
- End of Part 6 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
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