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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 1/2 of Chapter 1/6)  
ON PING-PONG, AND THE ROAD TO SEDUCTION (M/f/F) 
 
by Steve Armstrong 
 
 
I never really cared for sports. All that chasing and sweating for 
pointless reasons... Or watching other people doing it on TV, even 
worse. But sometimes it can be fun to think up some new venture 
yourself. There is for example one activity we have indulged quite a lot 
in. We call it "Ping-pong".  
 
You might argue that this is a popular leisure and a thriving sport, 
which my humble self is unlikely to have invented? Well, I think you 
have a point there, pal. At least that is what I use to tell Linda. Just 
teasing, naturally. But she is always persistent.  
"After all, this is our very own version. Even though I doubt we 
invented this one either", Linda once retorted crisply. As always, she 
seemed in manner 20 years older than her actual age. Very dignified. 
 
Anyway, this our very own version of Ping-Pong is extremely funny. 
We truly celebrate the motto of playing well, as opposed to winning at 
any costs. And of course, apart from the fun of playing, our sole 
purpose is to drive the third player out of her fucking mind. The third 
player? Let us call her the "ball" instead. The rules of this game are 
simple: at some convenient stage in our game sessions, we ask the lady 
(or girl, depending who is our guest for the moment) to open her legs 
very wide. And then Linda and I go down to eat. By attacking the 
clitoris from each side, we whip it without mercy. The alleged aim is 
to strike it "over the net". (A vain effort, but nevertheless one pursued 
vigorously.) 
 
Don't think this is an easy task! The clit will soon become very stiff 
and engrossed, and heavy to move. And all that slippery juice. And 
just keeping the lady in place...  As in any sport, we have developed 
real muscles. For the tongue, mostly. (We find them very useful in 
more than one situation.) Also, you have to restrain yourself, so no 
teeth are knocked out in the frenzy, takes some skill.  
 
Push, push - lash, lash - squeeze, probe... laplaplaplaplap... and an 
occasional dodgy slurp! This is a game, remember? Let's play ball! 
After about 30 minutes of this treatment, the lady usually takes leave 
of her senses, BYEBYE, just lies there spread-eagled, moaning and 
trembling! Oh, the stories I could tell... 
 
So why don't I? I guess when it comes to sex, the books to be written 
are as many as mankind itself. Naughty, exciting stories. Boring 
accounts of routine copulation. Beastly tales of every perversion 
imaginable. Horny, lusty, loveful, deceitful... There is no end to 
numbers or content. Still I think my story is one of the rarer kinds. Not 
actually because of me, although I am undoubtedly the hero of this 
tale. (Right.) But left on my own, it is my sad belief that none of this 
would really have happened. Or at least very little. But there is also a 
heroine involved. Cherchez la femme! I already gave you her name: 
Linda.  
 
A name of beauty; the one name I probably have heard to be spoken in 
the most numerous versions, in any fashion or strength. I have myself 
whispered it, croaked it, shouted it... From women I have heard it be 
moaned, hissed, screamed, along with lots of MORE! and NONONO! 
and DON4T STOP!! And sometimes uttered in true love. 
 
I guess you are getting curious by now. Who is this person? Do I not 
seem very... taken in by her? I have known Linda for three years come 
next Christmas. Known her, in every sense of the word. These days I 
know a lot about her person, too. She is mostly a gentle one, despite 
that sometime totally dominant aspect of hers, and she keeps me 
enthralled not by force.  
 
But as to what really makes her tick, what powers have shaped her - I 
do not really know. From what I learned of her background there is 
not quite enough to explain it. Oh sure, very soon in our relation she 
would tell me this or that, give a clue here and a hint there. But to me, 
even the most juicy stories can4t explain her. The full picture she 
express by action only. I do believe she might be possessed though, 
and I prefer to think of that invading power as an angel. The 
alternative... Well... 
 
Almost the first thing she did when we met way back then was making 
me break the law. There was nothing I could do about it. The fact was, 
she was only 14. But how could I say no to her? There she came, a 
pleasant and nice-looking teenager, and started flirting with me in that 
funny and clever style of hers. Me, a man of beginning middle age, old 
enough to be her father! It was that male dream come true. 
 
She looked at me with those serious big black eyes and I was lost. She 
had a petite heartshaped face and long thick flowing black hair. Her 
face and body were the colour of coffee with lots of cream in it; a 
heritage from a Norwegian father and a mother of mixed Sephardic 
and East-african origin.  
 
She was tall and slim but still very soft to handle, and she has now 
filled out a little since those early days. It was only a question of hours 
before my hands and body had started in marking out an exploration 
voyage,which still continues. No, I did not feel bad about becoming a 
criminal. In fact, I could hardly believe my luck! 
 
Neither could I then, using my wildest imagination, foresee a lasting 
relation. At first I thought it was a whim on her part. To be honest, 
women (or teenagers!) don't usually chase me, even though I have a 
certain way of connecting to them. But then, as time passed, we 
gradually discovered that we could do lovely things together. 
 
 From what I already have told, you have understood Linda to be a girl 
who likes the taste of other girls. Yes, but she is most definitely bi, not 
exclusively lesbian. What still puzzles me is that I seem to be the only 
male person in her sexual universe. In fact I am quite sure of it. 
Instead she brings us lots of other women. It is curious, really. I find it 
very funny to tell you about Linda. I guess that comes from the love I 
do hold for her. But how can I make her justice with mere words 
anyway? And I am not at all shy about our encounters with other 
women, either. Mostly, it is only sex, for all of us. Hot, steamy 
games... And of course sometimes with a little deeper emotions. 
 
And just as it was actually Linda that seduced me, she also introduced 
us to the these new ways of running a lovelife. It is amazing what a 
pretty young innocent-looking girl can accomplish in getting new 
contacts of the same gender! Her seductions are smooth as olive oil. By 
the time the girls realise what is happening, they are usually too 
caught up in the action. It sometimes works good the other way 
around, with me doing the come-ons and Linda bringing up the rear. 
Together we make a great performance, and often score. Over the 
years we have had much pleasure from women of many ages, from 12 
years to about 60. 
 
Back then, three years ago I was still married. Then I got involved 
with Linda, and nowadays I find myself without a wife. Anyway, I 
never liked the sneaking around, or the juggling acts of keeping lies in 
the air. I first met Linda at her school. She was on the organising 
committee of the Christmas ball, and there was going to be lots of 
music. I had come there to beef up the Public Address system, a pre-
historic old device. My sometime helper had failed me, no doubt 
boozing, and Linda volunteered to help me with the cabling and stuff. 
 
Well, I have met many roadies, but never quite a sexy young girl of 14 
who just happened to bump into me all the time, making little quaint 
excusing noises. Ever noticed how many dark and crammed spaces 
there are, when hooking up a PA? She literally had me cornered when 
she suddenly took my hands and placed them on her breasts. Yes, she 
did that. My poor heart! 
 
Of course we could not do anything in that room. But Linda suggested 
that I might find some items missing, some absolutely bloody 
necessary things at that. We urgently needed to go together to my 
office to fetch them. I mostly worked alone so that wasn't a problem. 
And I did have a sofa, although up until then it had been used only for 
sitting guests (and a nap now and then after a wet night). So we went 
in my truck. 
 
Linda briskly pulled the venetian blinds, then she unhurried and 
matter-of-factly undressed totally: the tight blue jeans, white cotton 
panties and a red T-shirts with black hieroglyph signs. The red socks 
she kept on. She did not need a bra, nor did she have one. Before my 
blinking eyes she then sat down almost coyly on the sofa, knees 
orderly together, her arms crossed and cradling her lovely breasts. 
 
"Well Steve?" she said in a small and innocent voice. "You seem to me 
like a cunning and helpful man. I want you to be kind to me. You will, 
won't you?" Those glazed black eyes, that little smile. And after her 
initiating the whole affair (with me as a sort of detached and confused 
but very horny witness), she now sort of withdrew, and let me run the 
show.  
 
- End of Part 1a - 
 
(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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