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Two for Linda (MMF, threesome)
by Cardinal (1989)

****

     The thatched hut had become home for Linda many years ago. 
As a matter of fact she couldn't really remember what it was like
anywhere else.  She was happy here alone in her own world.  It
had been difficult to get permission to stay on this island for
research, but once approved and here, she never had any more
problems.  In fact it had been 18 months since the last time she
had seen a human, and then only briefly when resupplied with
medical provisions.  No one else had seen her hut, much less been
in it.
     Now there were two men resting on her dirt floor.  The light
aircraft had crashed nearby and they had managed to survive
without physical harm.  Their presence was uncomfortable to her
after so many years by herself, yet she anticipated their
recovery looking forward to the voices again.  It would be
another week before her radio check would allow her to notify
authorities of their disaster.
     One, Bruce, was a strong muscular man.  His blond hair
falling over his eyes as he slept.  He muttered something from
time to time in his dream but nothing she could understand.  His
partner, Bryan, was smaller build but in good physical shape with
a full beard.
     They had been there a week already and Linda had experienced
more than one uncomfortable moment with them.  It had been years
since she had been with a man and she often found her mind
thinking about these two men that had invaded her life.
     She had awaken early that morning to think and to lay in one
of the volcanic heated pools beside her hut and ponder what she
should do next.  The hot, steamy water felt wonderful as she
stepped into the pool, it's sides smooth from years of erosion by
hot water.  She enjoyed the sensation as she slowly stepped in. 
The hot water covering her foot and ankle, her shin, knee and
thigh.  She waded in until the heat of the water touched the
heated place between her legs.  And she sat on the ledge the
water covered her large, full breasts.  This was the first time
in as long as she remembered that she wore clothing and the
fabric prevented her breasts from bobbing in the liquid as they
normally did.
     She looked at herself again.  Short and heavy set, she
couldn't force herself to believe that either of the two men had
interest for her other than their immediate survival.  She lifted
her legs from the bottom and settled in deeper into the water as
it rose to below her chin.  She noted her nipples could be seen
through the thin material but she didn't worry as she leaned
forward to glide across the pool to her favorite spot.  Her head
rested to one side as her body floated stomach down on a long
thin protruding ledge, the water just covering her back.
     She must have dosed off.  The touch on her back brought her
gently awake.  By opening her eyes slightly she could see Bruce
standing at her side near her feet.  He was apparently unaware
that she had fully awoke as he continued his massage of her back. 
His hand s rubbing gently at the base of her spine and working
their way up to her shoulders over and over again.  The heat from
the water seeming to seep into her pores.  He worked quietly and
diligently on her without a word.
     The touch to her lower calf was totally unexpected and could
only have come from Bryan.  He was working up from her feet, each
time getting closer to her upper thighs.  In spite of herself,
she moaned, which only seem to inspire the men to work harder.
    The hands kneading her flesh and the lot water lapping over
her was increasing and already present sexual feeling.  As Bryan
worked higher and higher she involuntarily began to move her
hips.  Her thin, worn underwear was almost transparent when dry
and she knew that he must be able to see all of her but she
didn't care as his hands finally reached up and touched the
cheeks of her full ass.
     Bruce's hands had worked over her back and down her sides
until they were working on the sides of her breasts.  The
material stretched to it's limit by the full melons beneath her. 
She lifted up slightly to allow his hands to slip under and
gently massage the mounds.
     The hands stopped for a second and urged her to turn over. 
One man on each side, had helped her gently turn over.  Bryan had
used his hand to cover her eyes for a moment and when he removed
it, she kept them closed.  The glance had told her all she wanted
to know right now.  Both men were nude.   Bryan had his chest
covered in hair just as his face was.  The hair didn't seem to
make a break between his nose and his groin which sprouted around
a large thick cock.
     Bruce's muscular frame had definition everywhere she looked. 
It was as if she could pick out every tendon on his strong body. 
There was no hair anywhere on him other than his head, even his
groin had no hair, This allowed his long thin cock to point
almost straight out.
     The men continued their massage.  Bryan again beginning at
her feet and Bruce at her shoulders.  The material did not seem
to deter them in their work.
     Bruce worked slowly lower to her breast until he finally
took one in each hand and began to gently massage them.  His
fingers teasing at the nipples, making them hard and pushing
through the shirt.  He stopped for a moment to unbutton the
shirt, allowing Linda's large, full breast to fall free.  He
again took them in hand and began to nibble at them.  First on
top of the mounds, then underneath and then back up, paying
particular attention to the small tattoo on her left tit. 
Finally he took one of the nipples into his mouth and sucked on
it, then the other.  Linda's hand reached up and pulled his head
to her burying his face between her generous mounds.  His tongue
worked between the breasts while his hands gently squeezed them
and teased the nipples.  The slowly dropping water levels have
left the top half of her body open to air and he was removing
every drop with his tongue.
     Bryan had worked his way up to her thighs.  He could see
that her panties had worked themselves into her and he gently
pulled them aside allowing the breeze to brush against her clit. 
Her hips began to move on their own as he rubbed her there
through the material, pausing to remove the garment and then
rubbing the uncovered patch of brown hair.  The moisture there
had come from her and not the pool of water.  With every touch
and nibble she had moaned and her legs had spread open to receive
more attention.
     A gasp escaped from her at the first touch of Bryan's tongue
on her swollen lips.  He gently nibbled at her inner thighs and
back up to her slit, his beard tickling her as he went.  He
pulled back the outer lips of her pussy and his tongue gently
stimulated her clit.  Linda's moans were loader and more
frequent.  The tongue now began to push into her.  A place only
her fingers had been for the last several years.  It moved faster
and deeper, stopping only to lick her clit before going back.
     Linda reached to her side and found Bruce's shaft.  She
pulled it to her, the foreskin sliding up toward the head and
back down as she gently frisked his member while he toyed with
her tits.  He raised up and with the head of his cock, teased the
nipple closest to him, then rubbing it over her entire tit before
leaning over again to kiss the hardened nipple.  Linda used both
of her hands on him.  One to gently tug at his hard dick and the
other to easily squeeze his full balls.
     Her hips couldn't remain still as Bryan continue to eat her
wet pussy.  Her hips moved faster and the juices streamed out of
her cunt.  The moans were louder and louder as she got closer and
closer to the edge.  When Bryan pushed a finger into her pussy it
was all she needed to have her first cum.  He finally stopped and
stepped forward, his large prick sticking out in front of him. 
Placing Linda's legs over his shoulders, he eased forward, the
head of his cock placed just between the lips of her cunt.  Linda
moved her hips back and forth trying to slide down on him until
she felt the head enter her.  Bryan slowly eased forward, his
cock sliding into her, the hot flesh surrounding him as he began
to slowly pump into her.
     Linda's breast began to bounce in time to the cock plunging
into her pussy.  She could feel every contour of him, she was so
filled.  Her hands worked faster on Bruce causing him to move
closer to her while he reached down and rubbed her clit with one
hand and pull at her nipples with the other.
     Bruce pulled away and she felt Bryan stop and move.  She
felt a little pressure at her slit and then with a sudden
movement, Bruce was inside her.  His longer dick reaching to the
very back of her tunnel.  She grunted as he pumped her more
forcefully than Bryan had.  His narrow prick didn't have the
friction at her clit that Bryan had but Bruce made up for it in
other ways.  The cock slammed harder, leaving her unable to catch
her breath.  Only a few minutes passed before she knew what she
had to do.
     With her hand she pushed Bruce away before raising up.  She
walked from the water and laid on the towel beside the pool
pulling both men with her.  Laying  Bryan on his back she slowly
lowered her cunt over his cock.  And began to ride him up and
down while jacking on Bruce's cock in front of her.  She then
pulled Bruce to the other side of her and quickly mounted him in
the same way before rolling on her side toward Bryan, the cock
still pumping in her.
     She stopped Bruce for an instant, removing his pole from her
pussy, and then placing it at the tight ring of her ass.  Then
she gently eased back and allowed the full length of the narrow,
long cock to go into her ass.  Bruce began to move gently back
and forth.  Pulling out half of his length before going back in. 
It was a new and wonderful experience for Linda to have her ass
fucked.  She felt the tremors shooting through her body of a
small orgasm as he screwed her from behind.  She allowed him to
continue for awhile.
    Again she stopped him, his prick buried in.  She pulled Bryan
to her, her hand on his cock, guiding it to her cunt.  He gently
entered her pussy.  The skin stretching to accommodate both of
them and Linda screamed with orgasm as Bryan fit fully in.  She
had never been so full and with the spasm clutching both pricks,
she had the hardest cum of her life.
     They all stayed still for a moment to allow her to adjust
before she gently began to rock back and forth.  While the cock
in her ass slid out, the one in her cunt went deeper.  Then the
one in her pussy came out as the one behind her went in.  The men
let her control the movement and speed until they lost control.
     Bruce began to pump faster and harder and both Bryan and
Linda laid as still as possible and both felt it as he squirted
his load into her ass.  Moving away allowed Bryan to roll over on
Linda and pump his cock hard into her pussy.  Her juices running
out of her cunt and down the crack of her fucked ass to join the
cum leaking from there.  Linda was next as her orgasm overtook
her, her wall squeezing on his member.  She yelled as the spasms
hit her hard and fast, her twisting her hardened nipples all the
while.  Her hips moving up and down trying to pull Bryan in.  It
was more than he could stand, and he shot his hot thick load deep
into her pussy, the head of his cock getting bigger with each
spurt of cum.
     As the tremors subsided, she wondered what would happen
next.

--- * Origin: Bitchy's Place * (608) 781-1005 * La Crosse, 
[Network Adult - A_Adult  #14]
A_Adult Date : 17 Dec 91  15:57:00              Stat: Sent 
From : Evan Lee
To   : All
Title: Linda_Mt_1

                             LINDA'S MOUNTAIN

     Snow covered mountains covered the area as far as she could
see.  Entire trees were almost obscured by the season's snowfall. 
Birds could be seen now and again, flying to some instinct
directed destination.  The snow glared off the white surface
demanding the wear of tinted glasses to prevent snow blindness. 
It was a cold and desolate world below her.
     The Cesna 125 bucked wildly in the wind.  The cold outside
air was clear but very turbulent, causing the two-seat aircraft
to bounce wildly all over the sky.  Linda should have known
better than to ride in this fly by night kite but she was in a
rush to get to the research station and finish her work.  The
cold air and snow covered mountains made her regret leaving her
tropical island work even for a short period of time.
     As an environmental researcher, Linda was the expert dreaded
by the small brained politicians and money hungry businessmen
bent on destroying the world with their mindless pollution.  Even
the beautiful Canadian northwest was at risk now with pesticides
and acid rain.  It was her task to determine the level of
contamination and hopefully come up with a satisfactory fix.  It
wasn't an easy job and the ride up was making the decision more
regrettable all the time.
    It was a sudden drop that spelled the beginning of the end to
her journey.  The plane, caught in a wind shear, dropped
unexpectedly.  The thud next to her was barely discernable over
the drone of the engine.  The pilot's head had been thrown
against the compartment side and he now hung loose in his safety
harness, a faint trickle of blood down his cheek.
     The 125 lurched sickeningly to one side, free now to follow
the gust of frigid air that had battered it for the entire trip. 
Gauges spun, needles fell and Linda screamed in a voice for no
one else to hear.  There was no automatic pilot, no courteous
voice on the radio to help her, no one else to fly the plane. 
This wasn't a television show where the hero thought of a last
second rescue solution.  Linda was going to die.

    She heard the noises and scrapings but couldn't see anything
in the darkness that had surrounded her.  She was sure a fire was
burning nearby by the crackling of the logs, just like she had
heard when she was a girl.
    She had left the cold northern state farm just as soon as the
situation would allow.  The endless days of chores, farmwork and
boredom had been more than she thought she could stand.  She
could almost see her father walking in from the field where the
old tractor had been left, it's plow still in the furrow, ready
to begin where it had left off.  "Daddy?"  Her voice was weak and
sounded fuzzy.  He raised his hand to wave.  She was a daddy's
girl for as long as she remembered.  Her father had known her
uneasiness around the deserted farmland and took her to town
often in hopes that it would satisfy her.  "I don't feel well,
Daddy! Help me, Daddy, help me...".  His hands reached out and
then he was gone.

     She felt the wetness on her forehead, wiping away the sweat
that had formed there.  She felt warm, protected in the darkness. 
A voice?  Was someone there?
     "Ssshhhh....it's alright.  You're going to be fine.  Just
take it..." and the voice was gone.

     She could feel the warm blankets on her exposed skin.  She
tried to move but weakness overcame her and she fell back on the
bed.  She tried to slide her right hand out to rub her eyes, but
stopped when she felt the rough textured material drag across her
breasts.  There was silence around her, and nothing seemed to
penetrate the blackness.  "Hello?"  Her voice was fuzzy and
course, and seem to echo off walls.  "Hello? Is anyone there?"
      "There now, settle down."  The voice was masculine, deep
and smooth.  "You're alright, now.  Just take it easy."  She felt
the hands on her bare shoulders, just barely touching the skin as
if to make sure she didn't rise but unsure of how to prevent it.
     She could almost hear music in the background.  Bach?  No,
Chopin.  "Can you turn the lights on.  I can't see you."  She
felt the fingers on her flesh twitch slightly and a pause.  "Is
it...  Am I...??!?" She moved slightly and felt his fingers put
pressure on her.
     "No..no..  you're going to be fine.  Calm down now.  That's
it.. take it easy.  Now you're in pretty good shape.  I found you
wandering in the snow.  You've got frostbite and a dose of
snowblindness, but I think you're going to be alright."   She
raised her hands from under the blank, gauze scratching her skin
as she moved.  The bedcovers were knocked away and fell to her
stomach and cool air blew across her nipples making them hard. 
She felt his hands grab the cloth and pull it back over her
chest, brushing her breasts as they went.  "Sorry", she heard the
sheepish voice say, "I'm not use to doing this."  He took her by
the mittened hands and laid them beside her.
     She felt hot, wet breath on her arm but couldn't figure out
how it got there.  It wasn't from the direction of the voice. 
Then a hot tongue ran the width of her arm!

     "Sandy! Quit that!", his voice was loud and commanding.  It
reverberated off the walls.  The sensation stopped.  "She's hard
to control sometimes and her preference for women doesn't help."
His hand rested on her arm.
     Linda felt an involuntary chill despite the heavy blankets
on her.  She hadn't heard a female voice yet and she wasn't sure
she appreciated that type of welcome.  The goosebumps on her arms
had to be noticeable.  She heard faint scratchings and then a
thud from some distance away.
     She was blind.  It finally occurred to her that she couldn't
see.  The darkness around her couldn't be penetrated by the most
powerful light.  She was helpless and trapped who knows where
with these people.  She could here the fire nearby but couldn't
see the flames.  The bumps on her flesh reappeared.
     "Are you cold?"
     "Am I..?  My eyes.  Will they be all right?"  She felt the
tightness in her chest.  Her stomach turned.  Her bandaged hands
jerked.
     "I think so.  Just take it easy.  I talked to the doctor and
done just what he said to do.  It'll take a few weeks before we
can take the bandages off and be sure, but I think you'll be
alright.  Your hands and ears were pretty rough but they should
be alright and your feet are good.  You were lucky."
     "What about the pilot? How is he?"
     "Pilot?"
     "Yeah, the pilot.  He hit his head while we were flying. 
The plane started to...  Oh, God, the plane!  It crashed, I
remember.  I thought I was going to die!"  A sob escaped from
her.
     "Miss, I don't know anything about any pilot.  Sandy and I
found you laying in a snowbank a couple of miles from here. 
There wasn't anyone with you."
     "Then he's gone?"  Even though she didn't much like him, she
still felt sorry that he hadn't been found with her.
     "'fraid so.  Nobody is going to survive long out in that
weather.  You're lucky Sandy spotted you when she did.  It was
our last forage out for the winter."
     She sat in silence for a second.  Her voice came quiet,
"Sandy found me?"
     "Sure did.  She hasn't been far from your side since.  Seems
to have taken a real liking to you."  Linda felt the shiver
again.  "You sure you're warm enough?"
     "Thank... thank you, Sandy." Her voice quivered, not wanting
to hear the response.
     "Sandy come here!  This lady wants to thank you proper." 
She heard scratching and movements coming closer then again the
breath on her cheek.  A brief, warm touch at her lips and
someone's hair on her arm.  Then a wetness at her cheek as Sandy
ran her warm wet tongue up and down Linda's cheek.  Linda tried
to lift her arms to protest but they hit a large body covered in
hair, maybe a sweater she thought.  Then beneath the hair she
felt warmth.
    "Wait a minute! What is Sandy anyway?"
    "Get down, girl.  Behave yourself."  The body moved away from
her.  "What do you think she is, a polar bear?  Sandy's a german
shepherd.  One that seems to think she's the master and I'm the
pet.  I hope she didn't hurt you."
     Linda giggled.  She giggled and then she laughed.  She
didn't know why but she did it anyway.  Maybe the relief at being
alive.  Maybe because she wasn't going to be attacked by some
woman.  Maybe because she liked dogs.  But she laughed.  And soon
she noticed that he was laughing too.  And she felt Sandy lay her
head across her arm.
     "Well, Penny, do you think you could eat something?"  His
voice still raspy from laughing.
     "I think so, yeah.  Thank you.  But my name's not Penny,
it's Linda."
     "Oh, alright.  When we found you, there wasn't any ID I
could make out so we named you Penny.  As in `having good luck at
finding a lost penny.'"
      She giggled again in spite of herself.  "Well, that's fine. 
And it fits.  Penny," she said getting use to the sound.  "Penny
it is!  And who dear sir, are you?"
     "My apologies, Madam," he said in a clear and distinct fake
english accent.  "The name is Clinton.  At least it is when
there's someone to call me that." And they both laughed again.

     The next few days seemed to fly by.  If Clinton wasn't there
to talk to her, then Sandy was near.  She told him all about her
life on the farm, the lonely years at school and her island
paradise that he promised to visit someday.  She talked of her
job and why she was here, and he listened intently, asking
intelligent and well thought questions.  She was delighted with
the exchanges that they had.
     He never spoke much of himself.  He and Sandy lived in a
cabin about thirty miles from a small village.  Although snowed
in during the winter months, he keep daily contact with the
outside world via shortwave radio.  She was able to let her
relieved family know she was well and would see them in the
spring.
     He led her around the cabin once she was able to stand,
ordering her to memorize the number of steps around furniture and
to the small closet which he had converted into a toilet for her. 
She could navigate about everywhere now and Sandy was always
there if she got disoriented.  The air was warm and full of
smells that she could identify easily now.  And she could feel
the occasional draft of cold air that slipped into the cabin. 
She knew when the fire was burning low by the sound of the
crackling logs.  And she knew when Clinton was near by the smell
of his body.
     The day had come when they were going to remove the bandages
from her hands.  "Now once the wraps come off, just hold them
still until I say so," he warned.  Her hands got lighter as each
layer of gauze was removed until finally she could feel air blow
across them.  She started to move them until Clinton spoke
sharply to her not to move.  She felt him dip her hands into warm
water and wash away the salve that he had put on them.  He dried
them carefully and then covered them lightly with lotion.  "OK. 
Now nice and easy make them into fists."
     She felt the sharp pains as she tried to move her fingers,
but he reassured her they were just stiff from non-use.  As she
continued the repetitive motion, it became easier and less
discomforting.  Her fingers felt so sensitive with their new
found freedom.  She felt the gauze that circled her head and
covered her eyes.  She felt the skin on her arms.
     "This is great! I forgot what it was like to feel!"  She
felt the nuzzle on her hands and she stopped to pet Sandy,
feeling the warm soft fur on her head and neck.  "Oh, wow, this
is good."  She giggled to herself.  "Clinton, where are you?"
     "Here.  Behind you." She turned and placed her hands on his
shoulders.  He had to be at least six foot.  Her hands ran over
his chest and covered his face feeling the course beard beneath
her palms.  Long hair fell below his ears.  "It's red.  My hair
that is."  And she continued her exploration.  
     She ran her hands behind his head and pulled him to her. 
Pulling it down so she could kiss him.  "Thank you", she
whispered, and kissed him again.   
