Message-ID: <23878asstr$956758216@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 1/1 of Chapter 5/6 Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 10:10:17 -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: IceAltar, english 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 1/1 of Chapter 5/6) THE SAINT (M/f/F) It was a nice sunny spring afternoon with a clear blue sky for a change, but I had no qualms about spending it inside, under the sheets even. Skin to skin with Linda, naturally. I had barely been five minutes at The Diner, when the door opened again. That was fine, I longed to embrace her. It had been almost a week and my blood was boiling, not to mention other liquids. But there were voices in the cramped hall! I didn4t know we had a guest coming? I sighed. Linda... The girl came sweeping through the miniscule sitting room, out into the excuse for a kitchen where I was just putting some ice cubes in a tumbler of fruit juice. She looked ravishing as usual, with her tall slender body in a T-shirt and miniskirt, and the jetblack hair streaming. Her coffey-and-cream face was flushed, and there was clearly no time for admiration. She did start by giving me a fast but most lascivious tongue kiss, though. Linda grabbed me by the collar and whispered, her words tumbling out: "Steve, quick! I got one and she4s perfect. A virgin and a seeker. Just listen to my explanations in there and play along. Just come out in 30 seconds and look blank no matter what!" I managed to squeeze her lovely tits, and she winked and tore away again. Out there I could hear the muffled sounds of shoes, clothes, bags; whatever. I leaned closer. "...seemed to be pretty OK today. So please come in! It4s not much, but what we have is yours. Please have a seat." Linda sounded polite but somehow subdued. Another voice, clearly female - what else - with a southern accent and very pleasant: "Thanks Linda! Why, you4ve made it cosy here! Been staying here for long?" "Not really. Couple of years. After our accident, we lived at our old place for a while. But since daddy couldn4t cope... well, this is what Social Welfare provided us with." The 30 seconds were up, and I ambled into the room, slow, decidely blank, and expecting the next cue. And it came. "Daddy! Come sit in your favourite chair." Linda patted an easy chair beside the sofa. Good. I didn4t know I had a favourite chair; we used to favour the bed. I tried hard to look extremely blank and dull, all the while scrutinizing this strange woman. Linda and she sat in our big old sofa, quite close. Linda had her left leg tucked up under her butt, leaning towards the lady. She was in fact showing off most of her beautiful legs, and some white crotch at that. But the woman did not seem to mind. Linda4s left hand was already around her shoulders. God! I don4t know how she does these oil-smooth come-ons! "I don4t know if he hears me, but I4ll try to explain." Linda continued in her role of today; a young and pretty but clearly very sad girl in the middle teenages. Solemnly: "Daddy! This is Lucia. She is a member of a church. The Church of Candles in the Dark. I met her downtown. She was giving away pamphlets. To people who are seeking something new. People who want a new flavour in their life. Something divine." I strained hard to continue looking blank, hands on my knees and looking straight forward. Linda sighed morosely. "No, I don4t think he understood, that was a bit too complicated. Daddy, I went shopping today. I brought you some fresh fish, you like that don4t you?" The cat! I had to bite down so hard my teeth almost crunched not to laugh! As a distraction I turned slightly towards the sofa, so I could see Lucia better. "See? He likes fresh fish!" said Linda, a bit more content. And so do you! I thought, as I faced her, but really looked at Lucia. She was a nice-looking woman around 35, with a fresh and sunny face. Not a classic beauty but very very pleasant, and that could be said for the whole of her. Nice build. She wore a peach and blue scarf tucked into a white blouse straining over two neat breasts. The grey skirt did not reveal much but her thighs seemed to bulge nicely, and her knees were cute. Conservative grey shoes on her feet. Lucia had raven black hair, straight and shoulder long, it fell over Linda4s arm. She looked at me, smiled and said, a bit too articulated: "Nice to see you!" Yeah, she must be an asset to any church searching for lost souls. Was that what we were, Linda? I made no answer to the greeting, just stared ahead. Linda curled up closer to Lucia. "It4s like this every day. I need someone to talk to. Can I talk to you, Lucia. Will you listen?" she said, pleading. "Dear child, it4s only my Christian duty," Lucia replied and while it sounded a bit pompous, it also seemed very honest. "Go on, tell me!" She grabbed Linda4s right hand and put them both in her lap. Ooops! Shouldn4t have done that! But Linda first went bumbling along with her story and it was a most dreadful and sad tale, sometimes accompanied by a tear or two from her. She never missed a beat when it came to rubbing Lucia4s hand onto her own mons at the dramatic passages or caressing her neck at the sad ones. She is in fact a fantastic actress! Not to say a fantastic talespinner... The main intrigue was that two years ago I (her daddy) and Linda (my daughter) and Rebecca (my wife/Linda4s mother) had been attacked by a gang of racist football hooligans in London. There where also numerous sidestories including undercover CIA agents, drugdealers from Colombia, Vatican smugglers of philosophical contraband, and the Russan mob. (Well, maybe not all of the aforementioned, but you get my drift...) Her keen brain had gone into overdrive again, but by now she had seen my discrete but frantic signals to keep it more low-key and realistic. Don4t spoil it, child! I could see Lucia reacting to her body being touched, shifting a little and the nipples clearly starting to bud, but not really understanding why as yet. Linda hurried along to the more human aspects and results from the vicious attack. Rebecca, my coloured wife, brutally murdered; myself beaten to pulp with a permanent brain damage as a result; herself raped and now emotionally crippled. Actually it was a horrifying story. Did she watch TV that much? I had thought we spent most of her spare time fucking. Linda sobbed and hugged the somewhat perplexed Lucia, not seeming to notice that she grabbed a breast in the process. She cried: "Now I cannot feel anything anymore. I never had a boyfriend... but at least I used to... touch myself. It4s no good anymore, I feel nothing! God doesn4t love me!" And she broke down. "Surely it4s not as bad as that?" Lucia tried. "And don4t say that about God. He moves in mysterious ways, Linda." And so did Linda, caressing Lucias left breast. "Oh yes it is that bad! Even my shrink says I have a very long way to go. She says I have to 'recover my sensuality'. She says I should try to to find a person I trust, and practice some body contact so I won4t panic when someone touches me. It4s the only chance for me!" She sobbed and burrowed her head beside Lucia4s, not letting go of her tit. Surely if there was an ounce of lez or bi in Lucia, she would not miss these very direct signals from Linda. Nor this fat chance; having a real piece of cake like my baby Linda! And getting points in Heaven in the process... And I could see she was reacting, slowly getting more florid in her joyful face and the eyes veiling. She stroked Linda4s hair soothingly and then raised a very practical matter. Gotcha!! "Maybe I could help you a little, kitten. But what about your daddy? Surely we can4t do anything unappropriate while he4s sitting there?" "Oh, never mind, he4s just gone. He sits like that all day and reacts to nothing. If anything, it might be good therapy, seeing someone being nice to his daughter instead of... instead of..." She broke down and sobbed again. There was some twisted logic to that, I suppose, but I think the situation in itself appealed to the darker side of the force in Ms Lucia. Without further ado, she took Linda4s face in her hands. "Linda, I4m going to do something that I never have done before. I guess it4s for a good purpose. It was God who brought me here!" And with that she gave the girl a long full kiss on the mouth. Linda responded hesitantly but never the less, and broke off first after half a minute. "You...you kissed me!" she stammered. "Yes yes, but was it unpleasant?" Lucia asked, and continued a little more quaveringly: "Maybe if I first showed you that you can trust me. Will you do that? Maybe if I let you touch me first. "I am," Linda said glumly, and squeezed her tit through her blouse, milking it firmly. "Does that really feel nice?" Flowers blossomed on Lucia4s cheeks. "It does, child, believe me. You have such good hands. They were meant to touch and give pleasure, Linda. They were meant for love! Here, let me show you how to please me." She sent a questioning look to my side, but apparently I was no threat. Part of the furniture. She should have heard the turmoil in my brain, shouting "BLANK - BLANK - BLANK" to stop my dick from giving me away! Lucia started to unbutton her blouse and then took it off. When she reached back to unhook the bra, her erect nipples strained against the lycra. Linda stared fascinated at the two beuatiful breasts; not very large but firm, aureolas dark brown surrounding the cute little hard buds. "Feel them," Lucia breathed. "I...I," Linda started. But her hands lifted and her fingertips lightly stroked the gift offered to her, with a sharp intake of air as a result. "Oh Linda, that is so nice!" "You4re sweet, Lucia, I think I...". Linda gave the nipples a good round of rolling and tweaking. Lucia breathed harder. "Do you like them? This is how our bodies were meant to be used and..." Lucia went silent as Linda bent her head down and started to lick all over the tits. She grabbed the breasts firmly and kept squeezing, then licked on the engorged bloodfilled nipples like icecream cones. Lucia4s pelvis shook as if it was down there she was being licked. Linda put a nipple in her mouth and suckled trustfully as if it were a baby bottle. She cooed. Lucia gave out a long raspy moan. "Oh my God!" Linda focused her black eyes into the face of the older woman and said huskily: "I trust you. Do you like it? Maybe you could do it for me?" "I will, baby!" Linda gave her a searching look, and then slowly removed her T-shirt. Her rather large tits with their proud chocolate strawberries pointed at the woman. She stared back, clearly overwhelmed. Linda said, a bit flushed now and out of breath: "There is something...I feel... Maybe if you give them a little taste, and I will..." She trailed off. Lucia looked like she was a baby given candy. She covered Linda4s breasts with kisses, licking all over and then concentrating on the tips, sucking and tongueing them with obvious delight. Linda began to moan, almost inaudible at first but slowly increasing in volume. She realised she had to start give in now, and her hand crept up on Lucia4s leg, travelling under her skirt, stroking their way between the thighs which gradually parted. I saw Linda4s hand labour under the cloth, in the junction of soft skin and wet membranes, and heard Lucia grunt, moving her hips rhythmically against Linda4s hand, heard her grunt some more and louder as Linda now also stroked her breast, all the while sucking onto Linda4s tits. I was getting very horny myself, and the bulge grew in my pants. Not that Lucia noticed anymore. She closed her eyes. And then she came, grinding on my daughters (correction: Linda4s) hand. Must be pretty handy to be saved; God will excuse most anything. "Lucia! I want to see you naked. Can I?" Linda pleaded. The lady just continued to whimper and moan at first. Eventually she answered. "Oh...oh...ahahah...darling! Darling, I will, I...will...oh..." "I think I trust you to see me also," Linda said in a hushed voice. Lucia kissed her face and smiled, laughed. "Fine, baby, let4s do it together." They stood and watched each other undress the nether regions. Linda was as georgeous as ever with a perfect rounded ass, long legs, and that fat mons and black curls dewed from secretion. The little girl was up and ready. Lucia may not have been as statuesque as my own cat woman, but she was pretty and cute and very very sexy. Her thighs shone around a firy red bush! Along with her raven black hair, the effect was stunning! I could not help but admit a nervous cough as my windpipe strangled. Lucia spun around. But I stayed put. Linda hurried to cover for me. "The air is much to dusty in here, and he forgets to swallow." She hugged Lucia and then caressed her some more on that pussy on fire. "Lucia, you are so nice! Can I...can I taste it also?"The distraction worked, and Lucia did not protest when Linda gently pushed her down on the sofa and kneeled before her. She spread her legs wide and sighed expectantly. Linda grabbed her hips and dipped in. Of course I could not see exactly what she was doing in there, but I could hear all the laps and slurps and other wet noises. Lucia was totally relaxed and splayed her legs to receive Linda4s mouth. Her eyes were closed, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips. She gently caressed her own nipples. I never saw a such a look of serene and total bliss on anyone4s face before. She was just accepting and enjoying. Maybe she was a saint after all? "Fuck! Linda... Lindaaaaa a ha haaaah! God! Oh oooaaaahaaa ha hah hah. You suck so good on my fucking clit... God! I4m gonna cum... Oh! Aaaarggh! Tssshhh!! Oooh! Fuck me, Linda! Suck my goddam clit, yeah baby... God, lick...Oh! Suck, suck...Aaarrggh! Lindaaaa!!!...GODDDDhhhhhhhh!" Well well. Was that standard holy lingo for a saint? But I excused her. Head turning from side to side with that silken black curtain flying, her whole body trembling; she exploded in a series of spasms and moans that went on for a long long time, orgasming time and again under Linda4s admittedly expert tongue. Then Linda slowed up, carefully munching little bites to let Lucia down gently. She collapsed in a heap like a deflated balloon, only twitching now and again as by electric jolts. While she was totally gone, busy sucking air and sailing on the winds of post-orgasmical skies, I silently undressed. No way I could keep up this any longer! I meant the charade of deaf-dumb-and-blind, not my dick. That fellow was causing me great trouble to get my pants off. As Linda saw me approaching she first tried to shoo me away, no doubt wanting to get of piece of the action first; Lucia had roused her good. Well, now the joke was on her for a while. I was horny waiting for Linda, and the show had multiplied my feelings. Sure our little fish called Lucia would eat Linda. But not til I had fucked Lucia4s brain out; what was left of it, that is. It was time for a wonder. I positioned myself in front of the half unconscious woman and without preamble plunged into her open front. Ah, she was so wet and delicious! I shivered from joy. Lucia opened her eyes, but before she had time to get her feelings together, I boomed: "God has filled me!" A new thrust. "Just as I am filling this woman now!" Thrust. She gasped as I crashed into her well handled clitoris. Her eyes stared and she opened her mouth to speak... Thrust! And all that came out from her was an "Ooh!" "God is in me!" Thrust! "And he has opened my eyes." Thrust. She gasped again, speechless. "God is in me." Thrust! "Ooooooooh!" "And he has healed me!" Thrust! "Oh!" "He saw the goodness of man." Thrust! "Aaaaahhh!" She looked at me as an archangel messenger from high on above. Linda fell to her knees, clasped her hands and bowed her head, bless the girl! "God saw the goodness of woman." Thrust! "OOOaaah!" "He saw that you were the instrument of his will." Thrust! "Please, more!" "And he decided to reward you." Thrust! "Ah! My dear God!" A most willing thrust back. "Daughter, you are blessed!" Thrust! "Oh, come in me, I am open," Lucia sobbed. She was indeed. Very wet and very open and already spasming inside again. It was beginning to get a little uncomfy, so I pushed her down to a better position and increased the tempo a bit. She responded eagerly, and we smacked our bodies together, grinding. I gave up my monologue as I was panting to much, and the thoughts of lines to say were finito in my head; there was only her body and my melting into it bit by bit. She came and she came, babbling in tongues. But I understood. She was filled by the holy spirit, and it was truly one of the fucks of my lifetime. I finally came myself, bleating like a truck horn; the little death as they say, but it might as well have been the real one, I was so spent. I pulled back and threw myself in the other corner of the sofa, panting. Eventually I caught a look of Linda. She was still kneeling, gaping at us, and Lo and behold! her hands were not near any erogenous zones. Well, they do say miracles happen every day! We never had the nerve to tell Lucia the truth when she finally woke up from her angelic bliss. She was too happy to be the chosen helper for my miraculous recovery. Instead I encouraged her to take well care of my daughter, blessing Linda with all sorts of cunnilingual and manual ceremonies for an hour or two. Linda4s response awoke gradually until she also was totally recovered (and totally wasted). Of course I could not partake, being her father and all, even if that indeed would have had biblical dimensions. Lucia and I had a monumental farewell fuck instead, howling at the powers of life. She went happily away, truly born again, but with a slightly skewed gait. We had convinced Lucia that now we were both well, we aimed to move away and start a new life afresh. And since she also left town shortly, we never even saw her again. But we could follow her career in the media; from small articles to bigger. They told she had founded her own church, the Congregation of Communion. And last month she started her own TV-service. For a while we felt very holy, Linda and I. Bless that girl! - End of Part 5 - (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 __________________________________________________________________ Get your own free England E-mail address at http://www.england.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+