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THE LINDA TALES (Part 2/2 of Chapter 3/6)
LISA4S LESSONS (M/f/F)
God, my head is spinning! I can hear Lisa flush my toilet and then the
faucet running. I kick off my jeans and panties from down by my feet,
and peel off the T-shirt, which is still stuck above my nipples. Then I
sneak to the window and quickly draw the blinds. I look around. - Is
that thing still lying on the sill? Yes! I fiddle around for a while.
"Linda? Oh sweet heaven, you are so beautiful, you little girl!" Lisa is
out of the bathroom, and stands by my bed. I can see her consuming
my naked image with wet still fiery eyes: my lightly tanned skin, my
long black hair framing round little firm breast with erect nipples. My
long and slender legs of which I am very proud. Her eyes lingers at the
black triangle covered in thick fur. I find her scrutiny very exciting
and spread my legs a little, even pouting my right hip and putting my
hands to my sides. Challenging, sort of.
Maybe I appear confident, I don't know if she buys it, but my mind is
surely a jumble. My eyes seek her. She also poses there, standing by
my bed. Her long wheat hair is trailing down in curls, her face tilted
up expectantly with an eager look and a wet red mouth. She is
standing with her arms behind her back, causing her breasts to stick
out seriously. The creamy hips are wide, harbouring a most protruding
mons covered with those wheaty curls. Her legs are not as long as
mine, but nicely shaped. She's a cake, and my stares eat her. I can feel
a pleasant buzz between my own legs. The thoughts of what will
happen make me dizzy, in more than one sense.
"Come here" Lisa whispers huskily. And I obey, as if in a dream. I
advance in front of her and look helplessly at her face. Her mouth is
suddenly hot on my ear. "Linda, I want you to lie down. Yes, there on
the bed right now. All this must have been a terrible chock to you. You
need to relax for a while", says Lisa with a cattish smile, and then she
helps me to lie the way she wants me, straight on the back with my
hands by my sides and legs together. I can see my pussy hairs rising on
that mountain, and my nipples point to the roof. They are so hard they
are practically rubber stone, and my heart thumps.
Lisa lies herself down beside me. Her warm body feels fantastic
against my skin. She half leans, half lies over me, her right leg across
my closed thighs. "Now pretend you are asleep, honey cake", she
breathes. I close my eyes shut and swallows nervously. My brain is
screaming: DO IT DO IT DO IT!!! And she will. But how? First I find
out from that hot breath again. It hovers over my right breast. And
then her mouth goes down, kissing wide. Her tongue goes licking
slowly and carefully all around my nipple. But not on it. Around and
around... I make a strangled noise from anticipation. And then finally
Lisa's mouth plants itself on my rock hard nipple, and she lets her lips
just rub around a little loosely. The sensation is so great, electric
sparks fly all the way to my crotch, to my clit.
And she starts to suck in earnest, while now also putting her right
hand on my other nipple and pushing her knee up my pubis, very
carefully but firmly rubbing my blood-filled compressed folds and the
clit protruding from there. The little girl. Sweet feelings begin to
course through my body, like rivers of honey. Oh, it's so nice so nice!
"Lisa", I whisper. "Lisa, Liiisaaa..." I embrace her soft hot body.
And Lisa eases up beside me. She kisses my face instead now, very
eagerly licking and sucking on my lips, my tongue. Her left arm goes
around my shoulders so she can comfortably caress my left breast. Her
right arm goes the other way, sliding slow over the skin of my
stomach, in tender loving circles. Approaching her goal, she combs
my pubic hair, she pets and tickles and teases, and then her fingers are
finally on my pussy. Ooooh! My wet little aching pussy...
She strokes and rubs the outer labia, traces them up and down, then
the inner ones; she tugs them playfully and squeezes them. Lisa's
fingers then plays a little between the labia, rubs my slippery
membranes gently, before going north again - And this is when my
breath sudenly stops! - because now at last she goes full front on my
poor throbbing clit, the poor little girl who got so disappointed just a
while ago.
First she lifts her hand away... Ah why?! Licking the fingers! Even
from under that fat mons mountain, I can see my big swollen clit rise
its head. And I can feel this head nod from my pulse, pulsing with
delight. But Lisa is not all satisfied with that. Her hand is back,
squeezing the clit between fingers and forcing out as much as possible
of the shaft from under its hood. Ooooh!!! I try to be quiet, but a
laboured groan comes scraping from my throat.
And now her mouth is back on my right nipple licking with great
vigour and now her hand tweaks the other tit and now she whispers
nasty things in my ear and now her pussy hand starts to rotate the clit
squeezed there between her index and ring fingers. Lisa starts off
slowly and thoroughly, gently grinding in small circles, going round
and round, tugging the little girl along. And her pace gets faster and
faster and the circles gets wider and wider until her hand gets blurry,
until my brain is blurry - Oh god such immense well-being - I didn't
think this was possible! - and my pussy is screaming and I think I am
screaming too, and I wriggle and buck under her expertise treatment...
I'm coming like never before, never before.
And then I rest, panting... While she strokes my hair and gives me
little funny kisses and my pelvis shudders from time to time. . Did she
ever pay back that lost orgasm! When I gradually recover, when my
thoughts get coherent again, I realise how she must feel. Very horny!
And I make feeble attempts to get on top, to take care of her needs. I
do want her anyway. But she will not have it. It seems that Lisa is a
real lady, wanting to please me first. She smiles happily.
"My little darling Linda! How I want you to love me! But first, let me
show you something. That little massage you could have made to
yourself, and would have if I hadn't interrupted..." I protest weakly. "...
but now I'm giving you something from girl to girl. I guarantee you
can't do this by yourself." And she works her way down my body with
licks and sucks and kisses. She lets her mouth eat my breasts while she
fondles my thighs, the lips then wander around my stomach, my hips.
Eventually she turns around and approaches me from under. A hoarse:
"Spread your legs, honey", which I gladly obey. She holds me around
my thighs, her hands arranging my pussy folds so her hungry mouth
can dig in. She is not very gentle even from the start. She lets her
tongue rub quite harshly on my thick labia, she sucks slurpingly on the
smaller ones until the they bounce back. Oh sweet Jesus, what is this?
I could never dream of the sensitivity that mouth and tongue could
bring forth. My nerve ends are simply racked!
And now she concentrates on my clit. There are these long deep
tongue licks from bottom to top, each ending with a twist that sort of
"pluck" on the clit head and flicks it away. I grab at my nipples and
growls deeply. Then there is this very long, very deep suckle when she
engorges the little girl completely, only varying the pressure. Oh, she's
sucking my brain away, so deeply... How long can she...?! And then
she explodes in frantic activity and her tongue is everywhere! darting
and lashing all over my poor pussy.
I begin to feel these contractions again, the fluttering of nerves, the
build-up, and I begin to pop in small orgasms, neon bubbles, like
drawn out on a string, and I gasp with pleasure, I moan out loud, I
babble! Encouraged, Lisa now gets serious. She laps away on the clit,
she lashes the little girl with a hot and wet tongue, now slippery from
my own juices, she rubs it without mercy! The orgasm hits me like a
train collision between my legs, the big bang. I let go of my tits and
grab her hair, pressing her face to my pussy, slam my thighs around
her head and just wails. "Lisa! Lisaaaa!! Please. Pleeaaseee!! Don't
stop. Don't... STOP!"
But she does after a while and my orgasm subdue. Maybe my reaction
was even more than she expected? She pampers me with caresses all
over my skin, pets my hair and kisses me. "My Linda, my lovely one!
Oh, how I do love you." Lisa mutters in my ear. I think she does,
actually, even if it was a real cheeky come-on. I was ripe for her
anyway, and she will pay eventually. But all in good time! Now I
simply have to lay my hands on her.
She is more than willing. She lies back passively like a real honey doll
while I assault her with kisses which she eagerly answers, though. Oh,
those tender red lips! I could eat them like cherries. But I go for her
tits instead. I try to lick and suck the way she did, she made it so nice
for me. And my hand trail down to between her legs. I cup my hand
around that bulky mountain, I compress it, and then rub her pussy
hard, and rub it further and further down until my fingers glide
powerfully in her wetness, from the beginning of her cunt hole, along
her pussy lips, over her stiff and stubborn clit.
Lisa likes this very much, I can hear her moans rise. "Oh Linda, how I
waited... I can't believe it's true!" Lisa sighs and pumps her hips. "You
better", says I with a mock bass voice. "Cause I'm gonna make you
come." And I do quite soon. She moves wildly under me and grunts.
And she grunts even more when I copy her again, and go down to eat
her pussy. Deliberately without letting her rest after my handy work.
Oh, what a marvellous pussy she has and it is all mine! She is a very
receptive little darling. Or maybe I have a knack for this? I lap and
lap, suck her flowing pussy juice. The wet noises of my mouth
slurping away on her. In no time I drive her through half a dozen
orgasms, and when she just lies there in a panting trembling heap, I go
hunting in earnest for her clit. It4s mine. The kill! I'm gonna have it
mounted on my wall!! And I do fuck her totally out of her mind. I am
very tenacious, and for 15 minutes I devour her poor clitoris, going at
it like a terrier. At first she even speak real words, but after a while
there is just very interesting noises.
Poor Lisa! After she has come down to earth, she looks at me with
shining eyes. I can see love there, and wonder, and even a little fright.
So I kiss her, again and again. She licks my lips clean from her own
pussy juices. She's sort of humble.
******************
I looked at Linda with shining eyes myself, mesmerised by her story.
"So she black-mailed you? She threatened to tell your Mum of that
little rub-off, if you didn't put up with a little loving? She was your
teacher and twice your age and she coerced you?"
"Yes Steve, that's exactly what I'm saying," Linda said, without
looking the least victimised. "Only as you have understood, it was
totally un-necessary. I would have done anything she said anyway. She
could have just stroked my nipple, and I would have fallen like a fruit
in her hands. That's what made me... a little annoyed."
I gave her a hug. "Poor darling! So you tried to... domesticate her...
with your whipping tongue?"
"Yes and no. Already that first time I discovered that I could take her
any old way I wanted. I dragged her to the moon by her own clit! I
even knew right away that I could do that with any woman. So in a
way, yes. She was actually mine. And I loved to do it! You know how
horny I get! But that's not the whole story." She laughed heartily, her
tits bobbing against my chest hairs.
"You see, there was a witness! HAHAHA!! Remember I told you that I
put some things in order by the window? Well, the day before my
class-mate Maria and me had been rehearsing for drama class. You
know, we still go there together? And we had actually shot each other
doing those monologues, using my video cam. It's really good practice,
you can study your every movement. Anyway, maybe it was a pity to
ruin all that work, but all I had to do when Lisa was in the bathroom
was to push a couple of buttons and direct the lens to the bed! And
there it went on recording the whole thing!"
"What! You don't mean..."
"Listen! After she left that day I made a copy from that small video
cam to the VCR. And then at our next lesson, two days later, I could
see that she was a bit nervous. And she didn't bring up our love-
making at all. Unbelievable! So I said I had a really nice film from
TV. Something real pedagogic, perfect for our lessons. OK she said.
And then I put it on."
"Did you keep the heart stimulants near by?" I asked. "Maybe I should
have. For a moment there I got afraid, actually. Lisa was so shocked!
She was real scared. Of course it had dawned on her that a little
masturbation from a 12.5 year old did in fact not excuse seduction of
that same little girl. That this girls mother would not be pleased at all.
That Lisa could in fact never get another job as a teacher if even a hint
got out."
I laughed but was still curious. "So what happened?" "Well, I really
liked her. So I wasn't too harsh. I just told her the score. 'You do as I
say, and I will keep my mouth shut'. She almost cried, but she agreed
on the spot. So now this beautiful little love-toy belonged to me. My
personal slave! Not a bad start of my career, huh? I was only twelve
and a half."
I stared at her almost in disbelief. This was in the beginning of our
relation, remember; she still amazed me every time we met. Now I
take her a little more for granted (but not totally!). "And now you
reached the ripe age of 15, soon anyway. Poor old world, they don't
know it yet but they're sure in for interesting times!"
Linda, the cat, smiled. "But I had already decided not to push it. Just a
few lessons for Lisa, and that would be it. I'm not such a bad person,
and I did want us to be lovers."
"That first time I got naked right away, and laid on the bed,
masturbating for an hour or so. I made her watch, but I warned her not
to move. So she just sat there, red and sweating, breathing hard. And
then we went on with math as if nothing had happened. I was still
naked of course. It really enhances your learning ability, to be that
satisfied and relaxed! I gobbled the equations... But she was really
distracted. Afterwards she rushed home and I knew she was going to
rub her pussy raw! So I did that too, again."
"Next time I greeted her naked again, and then made her eat me real
good. Just for fun I did not let her use her hands, but I warned her, I
wanted to come off at least ten times. I think she accomplished around
fifteen, just to please me, before I couldn't take any more. And then we
sat there, moving on to a conversation in French. It was really fun to
see her face covered in pussy juices and drilling me on French nouns,
even her hair was wet. But I let her wash before she went away.
Rushing again."
"I thought three times was an adequate penalty. So the next week
when she came for lesson, I told her I would like some sexual
education. Could she please show me how a lady masturbated, after all
she must be very practiced by now? Did she jump at the chance! But
after two hours she was actually quite exhausted, and glad to move on
to geography. After practicing a little masturbation on me too, of
course."
"Lisa was actually fantastic with her fingers. In those two hours I
learned a lot of horny tricks. I already told you of her rotation thing?
When she seduced me? There where a lot of variations on that one.
And she had a real good timing. You know a girl does appreciate a
steady rhythm, but sometimes caressing in more intricate, unexpected
patterns can send you to the sky. Yeah, that Lisa!"
"And then you let her go?" I asked, a bit shocked myself from these
tales of the life of a pre-teen girl. "Are you crazy? Steve, even if I had
wanted to, wild horses couldn't drag her from me! I really had her
hooked, and a nice thing too." Linda smiled sanctimoniously. I was
beginning to think, she needed a little humbling herself. If I could
manage that!
"No no, Lisa and I had a real nice affair from then on, on a more equal
basis. We fucked and we studied. We did wonderful things together,
and my grades also improved as they should. It's a pity I could never
tell Mummy how brilliant her idea really was. And I did want good
grades, so there was no faking just to keep Lisa around, and after
about a year Mum thought the expense wasn't worth it any more."
"And you stopped seeing her?" I put in. "Well no, we met sometimes
at her place but not so often. There was no excuse and she got nervous.
Also, she met this guy about a year ago and they are married now. But
we have had a couple of reunions. She's gorgeous!"
"I bet!"
"Is that jealousy I hear on your voice?" Linda asked sweetly. "I could
ask her up some time when it's convenient. You'll like her!"
"I'm sure I will", I said weakly.
"Well you don't sound convinced? Maybe you would like to see her
first? Like watching that tape I made?"
"You still have it?!!!" I was bolt upright.
"Sure. I'll bring it next time, when you're rested. But I can see that I
woke you up pretty good now! Why don't you put that thing in me? I'm
wet enough!"
And about a week later she did bring that tape. The running time of
the action was one hour and a half. But it took us half a day to watch,
with all the interruptions.
- End of Part 3 b -
(To Be Continued...)
Send comments to: steve.armstrong@england.com
"The Linda Tales" is my first try at creating recreational erotic
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Steve Armstrong
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