Message-ID: <23842asstr$956574609@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Steven Armstrong" X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Sent-Mail: on Reply-To: steve.armstrong@england.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Language: en Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} RP: THE LINDA TALES (Part 1/2 of Chapter 3/6 Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 07:10:10 -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, 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 1/2 of Chapter 3/6) ON DOMESTIC CHORES AND HOMEWORK (M/f/F) I may have been crazy, but not that crazy. One Linda is all there ever will come along in a man's life! I would never dump her. Instead I tried to organise my life to keep her a secret. So assume you are middle aged and married, living in a not very big town. How would you go about the business of hiding your dirty love affair with a 25 years younger girl? Someone not even of legal age at that! (Fortunately she would be 15 in just some weeks, and then I could at least forget about jail. Not about my wife, though.) And if you still are lending me your ears since previous tales, you know we are talking about a rather daring horny little girl here! Not easy to keep her out of sight and even then she could sometimes be heard a long way. I could not keep sneaking her in and out of my office, which I simply had to do occasionally in the first month. Those times, there were no alternatives. Urgent business! We where both too freaked out on this particular candy... So the logical step was to find a neat little anonymous fuck hole somewhere, furnish it basically (a King size bed and some music) and get on with it. So that is what I did. What we did. I really couldn't afford the place, but it was at least easy to bury the expense in my business accounts. My sad, dissolving little business... When you run a one-man outfit, it's quite imperative at least you yourself show up! I was now slipping. Linda, Linda... Today I couldn't tell you the colour of wallpaper in that flat. But it was cosy, and we had real fun in there. You bet! Linda named it "The Diner". She really had a way with her mouth sometimes! We could spend whole days there. Especially when my wife was away on her more and more frequent business trips. (I could see exactly what was coming, but by now I had no interest whatsoever in changing this admittedly crooked course. Nor the energy.) Had to be careful about Linda4s school though. I gradually realised that Linda truly did enjoy my company, not just the fucking or my companionship in the seduction and baiting of other women. Up to this day I am still a little dazed by this. There is a limit to the amount of fucking you4re capable of. At any one time or as a whole. A sad truism of us guys, but once in a while also true of a little nymphomaniac like Linda. We still liked to spend time together, talking and maybe doing a little hash. Some of these musician friends of mine, they practically force some dope on me time and again, for free or for a favour. There was this day, I am talking about a time some weeks after our first getting together at Christmas three years ago, when she was fourteen. "I know you have been curious about me, Steve. I don't delude myself. I'm a funny girl. But the world is full of funny little girls, it's only that most people don't know it. Those girls keep themselves hidden. They deny and deny, until they remake themselves into cripples." We were lying in bed, naked under the sheets. Outside was a bleak February drizzle, a grey and dark afternoon. We had made a little slow silent love, real tender, light and caring. Now we basked in the afterglow, relaxing. Linda got into one of her talking moods. Usually they where full of speculations of other people, real or imagined, of plots, and ingenious and impractical seductions. Pure fantasy stuff sometimes (hopefully). Not this time, though. This was about herself. "I'm not the least crazy. I just admit to what I am. I can't help that I get so horny so easy. Can you? The need is just there. And then you have take care of it." She actually blushed a little. " When I was a kid, I had this habit of stroking myself. You know, fingers between my legs. Myself, I didn't think much about it. It was just something that felt good. Mummy must have been awfully tolerant about it. I think she understood it was innocent really. I did it while reading homework or watching TV, anything. Usually when being alone of course. It just felt good." She sighed from my feather touch on her breasts: "Yes, then I got these. And hair started to grow on my pussy. Me and the little girl started to grow up. Must have been, oh about three years ago. There was a whole new world, and I had to explore it. Growing before my eyes. And under my hands. So I had to explore it again and again. My pussy felt different from one day to another, and then the next day." "It was like walking into a house with endless rooms. There was always one more door to open. On more room to enter. To stumble into... And by that time, it was far from innocent anymore. All this touching and rubbing and poking and stroking. But very, very exciting. I realised of course that I had to keep this fabulous new world a secret. Never show Mummy or anyone. I went there alone, to feel these intense new sensations." She smiled. "I think we all go through it, growing up. Boys also, in their own way. Do you remember? When I thought about my masturbation, it could be very shameful. Kind of scary even. And that could happen even when I was going full speed. I remember... Ah! Steve, go light on the nipples or I can't think straight! As if I could think anyway, on this Nepal... Hehehe!" "...that first time I actually got a real orgasm... suddenly I got into this rhythm. Almost coming from outside. A force. And I ended up wriggling the little girl" (that's what she's fond of calling her clit) "squeezed in my palm, faster and faster... and BANG!! suddenly this incredible feelings just rammed into my pussy, you know, the orgasm coming along, and I stroked and I stroked!! Yea, was I ever hooked from then!" "I think I was eleven then, give or take. You can't reason about it at that age." This from a girl 25 years my junior... "And I got scared at first... But my hand went there night after night. And I caressed my nipples which were getting real sensitive by now. And eventually I discovered that I could get off again, if I kept going." "Then came a pretty strange night. I felt so guilty afterwards, and even going on... Strange, yeah... But while going on it was heaven! I just kept on and on, my pussy exploding again and again... I just could not stop. It was just so nice, I was terribly horny. Too excited. In the small hours I slowed down and cried a little, and then finally drifted off to sleep. But it scared me. No control. No stop." I said something rude about her control nowadays. " Yes, you're right. But I'm a big girl now, right?" She giggled. Indeed she was a big girl. But not a grown-up woman. I did not care to comment on her remark. "So I got into a period of marathons. I never got enough sleep. In daytime, I lived for the nights. Fantasised about them. About what I was going to think of!" She chuckled again. I responded by starting to suck her nipple earnestly. She pretended not to notice. "Mummy was worried. She had seen those dark rings grow under my eyes, and God knows what else she had learned from noises and smells... So she gave me a 'birds and the bees' lesson. About growing up. But she was too embarrassed to bring up all that masturbation. And even though I didn't understand it then, she was probably doing it a lot herself then. Poor Mom! You see, my dad was living in the States for a long period, because of his career. It was just us the two of us. And suddenly Mom had to work afternoons instead, because of personnel reshuffles on her job. So the afternoons became my time for fun and games." Linda yawned and stretched her body cattily, hands high over head and her crossed legs pointing the toes. Body arching; her tits and mons pouted like three virgin islands in a soft sea. She sighed real sexy. "I tried every object in the Known Universe, to see how they fitted my hungry little pussy. Well, all things in our house anyway. I went along with raw energy and ingenuity. I could do marvellous things with a green banana. And you know these pencils with little round erasers attached on top of them? You see..." But she got no further then. I silenced her with a kiss, and then some other distracting manoeuvres. Like setting ashore invaders on those three islets. I ate her slowly and thoroughly, while my hands rolled her nipples. She got real loud, but not very coherent. And then we fucked, grunting, grinding our flesh together. Afterwards, we lay spent, getting our breath in order. The place reeked from sweat and sweet sex. Her right leg was placed over mine, the hot sticky pussy pressed against my thigh, her still erect tits boring into my stomach, her head resting on my chest with her sweaty flowing hair all over. I am a sucker for long black curly hair. She was lovely. Sighing: "Oh Boy! Thank you, Sir! That was fantastic! How come everything is present right there in those feelings? Not just our sexes? Or bodies? But you and me and the whole universe all there? How is that?" Linda mused and giggled. "I think I'm getting a religious experience here." "I'm sure you do, Linda. You made a lot of references to God just some minutes ago. Among a bunch of rather harsh language though, I have to add." She bit me. Hard. "You no-good heathen! Alright, you don't deserve it, but I'm gonna tell you some more about 'those were the days my friend'." "Life wasn't always fun and games. Nossir. There was also this thing called 'school'. And even though I am a genius, as you well know, Haha!, I had to give it some attention. Which I failed, fighting with all those hormones and what not. Being a growing girl can be hard enough. So suddenly I noticed that my results were going down badly. That was in 7th, and my grades got, well not bad but average, which is bad for me." "Mummy got worried, and then she had this bright idea. There was a young teacher, who recently had put in time as a temp, but was now unemployed. Mum had met her on a PTA-meeting a while back, and they got on really well together, and what's more, Mum knew that I had liked Lisa a lot when she was teaching. Which I did, because Lisa was a good teacher and a nice person. Two things that doesn't necessarily go together! Anyway, Mum decided to give it a shot and phoned her to ask if she was willing to take me on for tutoring some evenings every week. Well, she agreed." Linda sighed. "Still, I felt like being grounded permanently, although the deal was three afternoons a week. And I didn't like it at all to see those flagging grades. If I didn't watch out, I might ending up taking orders all my life!" She said this very seriously, and I could not help replying, laughing though: "Well, so far you seem to manage pretty well to direct the play". Which was quite to the point, but maybe a little rude and ungrateful, especially considering my lying there hugging her soft body. But she just shrugged. "But I wanted you. Don't you want me?" "Tell you what happened next. Lisa Roberts came over for our first lesson, to set the ground rules. She was really a beautiful girl, about twice my age then so she was around 25. I was taller than she even then, she was quite small but with nice curves and boobs. Long hair like wheat and a sweet face." Linda gave me a long full tongue kiss as a sort of preparation to go on. "From that smirk Steve, I'm sure you already have your theories about what happened to us. But although it was clear from the start to both Lisa and me that there was some... attraction between us, it was very innocent for some weeks." "It wasn't really a teacher - student relation; we were more like teenager friends. But of course she was boss, ultimately. That was part of the ground rules. But there was a lot of hugging and closeness, and despite the actual teaching going on - and we worked fine together - there was a very physical aspect to our relation. She would reward me with a little hug and a kiss on the cheek after I did something well. Often she stood behind me while I worked at my desk, writing a test or doing math, and she would go gently at my hair with a brush. Or she would rub my shoulders while questioning me, or sometimes just caress my skin lightly." "And she was very careless with her own body as well. I could often feel her pubic bone pressing into my back or shoulder, and her tits also had a way of pressing into my back or sweep along my cheeks. You know me Steve, and I'm sure you can guess what all this did to my feelings and my body reactions. I had been used for months to rush home from school every afternoon to get off, to put my little hungry girl at work... And now suddenly there was instead more schoolwork which had to be done, in the company of this delicate woman who didn't seem to notice how horny she made me. I tried hard not to show it of course. It just never occurred to me what her true feelings where." "Once I fell into old habits while thinking hard over some algebrae problem, and put a hand up under my T-shirt to touch a nipple. Just not thinking about it. She leaned over and put her hand over mine and squeezed through the cloth; I nearly shrieked with shock and the sensation in my breast. But she just smiled and said: 'Maybe you can have your little pleasure after I'm gone, as usual?' I swear I got so beet- red in my face, I almost fainted from all the blood going out of my brain. My pussy sort of sucked air." Linda's story was a real turn-on. "Come on darling! When did you do make love?" I asked. Linda chuckled. "All in good time! Maybe I want to show you that I also had my teachers? And not only in schoolwork. I'm getting horny telling you this and also a little embarrasssed. Ah, those innocent childhood days! Lisa set a trap for me and baited it. Such an obvious and clumsy trap at that... I could think of lots of funnier ways. But I went right into it, led by my little girl!" "There was a time some days later when she not only worked all her old magic of touching this and that, but even some new places. She had me on fire in no time! And then she started to look for her calendar and could not find it. And we needed it for planning purposes. Did I mind to carry on by myself for about 45 minutes while she went home to get it? Well as a matter of fact I didn't mind. The moment I heard the door click shut behind her, I stood, pulled the jeans and panties to my ankles, pulled the T-shirt up over my breasts and sat again, leaning back with my legs spread. And then I MASTURBATED!" "This was a sort of release for the tension being built up with Lisa, not only that day, but over the weeks. I could hear myself pant and groan, wet slapping sounds from the hand on my cunt, the chair creaking from my wild movements. In just 3 or 4 minutes I was building up to a first giant orgasm. And then I opened my eyes in shock as I heard Lisa's voice. Oldest trick in the book! She never left, she must have been staring at me practically all the time! I literally froze from her voice. She must have counting on I had a strong heart..." "'Linda, what are you doing? How can you behave like that, you naughty girl?' And she really bawled me out for being so bad and doing such nasty things with myself and not being serious about my studies. The devious bitch!" But Linda laughed. "And then of course there was Mummy, what would she say? as Lisa was quick to point out. Indeed, it was her duty to inform about how I behaved. And I pleaded, 'Don't tell Mum; I'll do anything, anything at all!!' 'Really?' 'Yes!' 'Well come here little honey.' And she hugged me. 'Do you know why I'm really mad at you?' 'No!' I sobbed in her ear. 'Because you have made me feel so strange. I'm getting these funny feelings for you. I don't know what to do about them? You naughty little girl, sitting here naked and touching yourself like that! And Linda... Ahum. I'm actually getting sort of horny? You know what I mean?' 'But let me help you, and you can help me!' I almost yelled. 'Don't tell and I will be so good to you... I'll do anything...' 'Of course darling Linda. And I will be good, so good for you too!' And she stroked my hair soothingly." "So there it was. An empty little threat, a very hollow black-mail, a girl so horny she couldn't think straight, and a grown woman pretty much in the same condition. Lisa told me later she almost fainted seeing me get off with such frenzy, and thinking about me doing it to her instead. And knowing I would, in just a little while." - End of Part 3 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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