Message-ID: <23631asstr$955451416@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Steven Armstrong" X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Sent-Mail: on X-Expiredinmiddle: true Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Language: en Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/3 of Chapter 4/6) Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 07:10:16 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates, IceAltar 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 you, or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. It is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find yukky, but the author makes no guarantees. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. Ecco: You read at your own risk. Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might feel too.... - stop right now and remove this text from your computer. This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. Unfortunately. You have been properly warned. I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story. The story have been written by the person posting them. If you liked the story, drop the author a line at the e-mail address below. ******************************************************** 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 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! 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