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Subject: {ASSM} RP: THE LINDA TALES (Part 3/3 of Chapter 6/6)
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of explicit sexual acts between humans. If this type of content offends
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THE LINDA TALES (Part 3/3 of Chapter 6/6)
FUN AND GAMES (M/f/F)
It was pure joyful coincidence. After that most sensuous fuck
practically in Beverly's groin, Linda and I collapsed between her legs,
using one each of her thighs as cushion as we, facing each other,
respirated to restore that essential level of blood oxygen.
Soon Linda had recovered, that little cream-and-coffee cat making
purring sounds of delight as she matter of factly ran her hand over
Beeves drenched pussy. There was a distinct gasp interrupting the
deep breaths from above.
"Hey Bev, sweetie, you liked that, huh?" Linda said, looking up at our
captive. Beverly hung from the ropes, but she did not seem to suffer;
instead a rather happy sex-slave at our command. Now she nodded
and laughed.
"Yes sweetie Lind, I do. I like sex. I also happen to enjoy a good show,
which is lucky for you and Steve. How many poor gullible girls have
you lured with this set-up?"
I was glad for her spirits. "Well, none of course. This was purely for
you!" I let my fingers trace her blood-filled lips up to the half-sleeping
nub. "Still think its fun?" She gasped again.
"Steve, this Beverly is a very sensitive girl. I wonder what she taste
like?" Linda leaned forward and dipped her face, her tongue lapping
up some sauce from the pussy lips. Bev jerked and went "Gulphh!" as
her throat stuck. A rewarding response, and Linda was eager to cause
it again. "Oooohhh..." And again "Aaahh!".
I also wanted to get into the action. "Move over," I said, "I wanna taste
too."
"No way," she replied and lap-lap-lapped. Beth moaned above us.
"You do the tits, I take care of this department."
"If you won't move, you'll have to share with me. Be fair!" I pressed in
my face beside hers, and extended my tongue. Bev really had a sweet
salty taste. Now she groaned from this double action cunnilingus.
"Yummy! If you just reach up we can both do her tits, and still feast on
this greasy burger."
Linda saw the wisdom of my words and simultaneously we reached up
to grab and knead Beeves ample bosom. That put some more decibel to
her lamentations. "Oh! Oooooo hhh. A ha. You! So good, so goood,
yes, keep.... aaaooouuuh.."
My nipple was hard but pliable, quite long and sturdy, and I rolled and
tweaked it good and tender. I could not see what Linda did to hers, but
I was convinced she would not pass the opportunity to give it her best
shot.
Anyway, we were still engaged in a tiny war for domination on the
battle grounds of Beeves cunt. Our tongues flew rasping over any
available skin flick, and Bev babbled incoherently, giving credit to this
number one tongue-lashing.
Linda and I licked and slurped and drilled. Our faces slipped in
Beeves secretions and on each others cheeks, our tongues met and
fought for her delicious folds. We played games in her, and Beeves
excitement grew steadily. With a long "Aaaaaaaahhhhh..." she came,
and a minute later again "OOOaaaahhh..." even more throaty. We kept
on, a third orgasm coursing her body, she groaned and strained the
ropes.
Now hear, the wailing calls from the depths of the sea!
Gradually we became more organised. There was a trophy and we both
wanted to possess it. Bev's clit. Merciless and oblivious to her
outbursts turning into screams and sobs, we concentrated on her little
hard meat cylinder, rubbing it raw with lashes and laps.
Alternating fast laps from each side. Pressing it together up and down,
up and down. Punching it. Flicking it. Trying to shovel it over to our
side of the net (not really possible). Serving it for our opponent to
catch. Sucking manoeuvres where it passed from mouth to mouth, and
again and again. Frenzy!
After half an hour or so, Beverly was a writhing mass, a wreck from
countless orgasms. She went into another multi, wheezing
"Shhh....shhh....shhh...shhh" like a steam engine, her eyes rolled up
into her head, her pelvis vibrating in a fast, rhythmical movement like
an electric motor. She seemed about to be consumed by spontaneous
combustion.
Linda and I were almost equally spent.
"Steve, I think we better call it a day." Linda croaked, "or at least an
hour. I think I sprained my tongue."
We smiled and kissed, the pussy sauce still wetting our lips. We untied
the poor nubile thing and gently made her comfortable in the bed, then
snuggled up to her from both sides; stroked her hair, petted her and
cooed her and told her what a good little girl she was. We all dosed off
for a while.
By the way, our session with Beverly so became our first game of
Ping-Pong, and ever after we would now and then find new and
willing sites for our tournaments.
Coincidence or not, like all great ideas it was really quite simple.
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When I awoke, there were first these little wet noises of a very slow
and deliberate tongue working on the tender folds of a vagina. I could
then hear Linda emit the smallest of sighs. Otherwise the girls were so
still and silent, the silence itself was almost tangible and tense with
lust. I wanted to unite with them, and I yawned and stretched my
arms.
No, I did not. I could not move. For a moment I thought I was still
dreaming.
"They4re tied, Steve," whispered Linda. "Now you are our prisoner.
You can just lie there and watch her eat me. She4s god Steve, she4s so
goood..." She sighed again.
The cunning foxes! I found myself lying on my side, my hands tied
together behind my back. However, I had a splendid view of the
current happenings. Beside me Linda sprawled, knees drawn up and
wide apart. Beverly was lying on her stomach, face buried in Linda4s
crack. She glanced up, and winked at me. Her mouth lifted around
Linda4s sturdy clit, kept it sucked in and stretched, and then slowly
lowered again to engorge it all. It was like she was sucking a little red
lollipop. She repeated the movement again and again.
"OOOaaaOH!" Linda groaned and spread herself open wide, pressing
her pelvis against Bev4s mouth. There was a note of pure surprise in
her sounds; she was really taken in by Bev4s techniques. Her hands
entwined into Bev4s long and flowing black hair, pulling and clawing.
"Ohhh... Bev, more!" she demanded.
And Bev obliged. She munched on the molested tissues, making loud
slurping noises in Linda4s snatch; she sucked on to the clit for dear life
and shook her head in little bursts. Linda squealed and panted.
"Oh Bev! I can4t... don4t stop! Aha ha ha haaahh. Aaaah.
Aaaarrrrggh!" And then she came, bucking, her long thighs straining.
I was getting beside myself. My cock was now throbbing, but there was
no way I could do anything about it.
"Let me loose. Let me loose, you hear!" I barked.
Bev was satisfied with Linda for the time being. She looked at me and
mouthed a kiss.
"Perhaps I should compose a new poem? Call it 'Ode To the River' and
dedicate it to Linda. That girls does have a juicy pussy!" They looked
fondly at each other and smiled that girly smile.
She entangled one arm from around Linda4s thigh and bent it down to
grab my member, jerking it slowly. It felt very nice. She smiled slyly.
"You know, you were not so wrong about that guess about my teacher
in creative writing. Only it4s not a he, it4s a she. But I4m not partial.
Anyway, the bitch is away for holidays with her fucking husband."
What happened to our cute and lost little baby whale? This new and
improved Beverly now proceeded to kiss me hard and thorough, our
tongues struggling until I gasped for air. She never let go of my dick
but eased up beside me, placing her thigh on my hip so that she could
let it penetrate her wet folds.
Oh, that warm and slimy tunnel! She rocked back and forth. I had no
choise but to let her stay in command and do the job. My tied arms
allowed no freedom of movement. But Bev harpooned herself freely.
She clarly enjoyed being the captain of this love ride, panting as she
spoke with a flushed and sweaty face, bucking and careening.
"I... oooh! I... never bought your story... a Hah! But your both sweet.
Oh! God, I needed this! Oooo..." she trailed off, panting and
concentrating on the feelings between her legs. Her cunt sucked on me
like a pump, reluctant to let go when she retreated for a new thrust.
We gasped and grunted into each other mouths as our pubic regions
smacked together, parted, smacked, parted, with wet clapping moises.
Getting closer but not quite there...
Now Linda had come down from the heights and recovered
considerably, craving for more. This ended up as possibly the most
uncomfortable fuck of my life, as she eeled herself down under our our
heads and opened up her petals. "Eat me!" she blurted hoarsely.
Bev and I continued to kiss, but now mashing Linda4s genitals in the
process. I felt like my body was stretching in all directions at once. But
comfy or not, boy were we horny! We lapped and sucked and kissed,
almost choking ourselves on Linda4s flowing juices, as we laboured
towards the looming orgasm. And we finally came, howling like
prairie wolves, falling into a panting and gasping heap. Talk about the
little death!
Then of course they released me from my bonds. But later I had real
trouble with the steering wheel, taking first Beverly home and then
Linda. Some matter of over-working a muscle or two. But those two
babies, the nubile whale and the feline pussy, just bounced away
happily smiling.
Sigh! It is tough to get old. I must make sure to get some rest before
our next threesome, day after tomorrow. Beverly had promised to
bring a surprise. I also made her promise it did not involve any more
ropes! At which Linda just smiled...
- End of Part 6 c -
(Perhaps 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
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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