THE LINDA TALES (Part 2/2 of Chapter 1/6)    
GOING FOR THE SPECIAL (M/f)  
  
 
I remember I was nervous, really shaking. How often did things like  
this happen to me? Never, that4s how often. It was even years since I  
touched another woman except my wife. But then, how could I not  
react? How could I have turned away?  
  
There was Linda in front of me, naked and extremely beautiful. And  
vulnerable. Just the way she had asked to make love to her. It had also  
meant: "Protect me" (in some twisted sense). I sat down close to her,  
entwined one hand in her thick hair and gently pulled her head against  
mine. We kissed, slowly, tenderly, for a long time. With my other  
hand I stroked her firm young breasts, lightly tweaking the dark  
protruding nipples until her breath got a bit harsher in my mouth.  
  
I whispered: "Linda, you are so lovely, you little kitten. Tell me it feels  
good?" I knew this sounded corny. I just could not help myself, I was  
babbling. "I4m going to eat you alive!"   
I started to go downwards on her. My mouth and tongue exploring her  
neck, the shoulders, a nibble of ear lobe. And then those soft firm hills  
with the rock hard knobs. I do wanted to tune her in, lust control.  
Munch her! My right hand reluctantly left the nipples, made space for  
my lips, gliding down instead to stroke her tummy, combing the hairs  
of that puppy-fat mons.  
  
"That4s cool, Steve... ah hah... just make sure you don4t miss any  
particular flavours!" Linda whispered back. Her cheeks were really  
flushed now. I was treating those nipples with a circling tongue;  
sucking, kissing. My hand was also on her cunt now, my fingers  
slipping in her juices. Dare I say it? She had that perfect little cunt! A  
love toy with pitch-black curly hair, high pubic bone, fat and blood- 
filled outer labia. Smaller inner ones, but sticking out pertinently  
though. The petals of the flower. Not that they could compete with her  
clit. This little girl was not exceedingly big, but still big, standing  
erect. Making a statement, a plea. Very caressable, very gracious for  
attention, and as I was to discover, this was the prime switch for  
sending her to the moon!  
  
With her breath getting more and more heavy, she reached for me,  
sticking her hand down my pants. Finding my male member throbbing  
there, we settled into a rhythm of lustful caresses. The only sounds  
were our rasping breaths, and the wet slippery little noises from her  
flowing vagina. My middle finger was pressed deep into her now,  
going in and out; my palm slapping her labia and kneading her clit.  
  
I thought that, despite it was her setting the match to light this fire,  
she now seemed as surprised as I was. (Even though thinking of what  
later transpired between us, and the things I learned about her soul.) It  
really was mysterious: How natural it came to us. We, strangers but for  
hours, very different in age, now very calm and determined stroking  
each other to produce these tremendous sensations.  
  
Linda groaned my name out, loud and sort of blaming, "Steve!" and  
shuddered in her first orgasm, her pussy flexing and milking my  
finger, her ass bumping the sofa. I groaned too, lips around one  
engorged tit. I needed badly to fuck her now, my dick thumping in her  
hand, but first I wanted to arouse her a teeny bit more. Also, I still had  
to make good on my word.  
  
"Steve, don't stop", Linda whispered as I drew back, but as I kneeled  
she understood what I had in mind. That knowing cunning  
cunnilingual smile! Where did this girl come from? "I still haven't had  
my meal", I said, bending in front of her. "Do you have any particular  
flavour to recommend, did you say?" She smiled sweetly, pushing her  
pelvis forward. "Just go for the special", she said mildly.  
  
I put my mouth down to her pussy. This was a special girl indeed, so I  
had to be equally special for her. Before even touching her, I made her  
pant by alternatively blowing cold air at her agitated organ, followed  
by gusts of really hot breath. She lifted her thighs over my shoulders  
and slumped back. Couldn't stand it anymore myself. I needed the  
taste. I placed my tongue in her crack and lapped up the juices onto  
her large clit, drenching it thoroughly; then gently and very slowly  
sucked the clit in between my open but still half-pursed lips. After a  
little working on it inside with my tongue, I as gently pushed the clit  
out.  
  
There was an immediate stiffening of her body. She started to go  
"Oooooooohhhhh..." with a sort of squeaky little voice. Peeking up, I  
saw her mouth forming a perfectly round frame around all that  
continuous moaning as I worked her clit in and out. I think I actually  
saw her eyes go white before the lids closed hard, her hands laid flat  
and limp on the sofa straight out from her sides.   
  
"Oooh, Steve, what are you doing! Aaah ha ha hahh." Establishing a  
steady rhythm I reached up with my hands and grabbed her nipples,  
tweaking softly. She started to move her body. Her squeaking got more  
and more rusty, pained. "Ooooooooohhhh. Oh oh. No. Nononostop.  
Don't. Stop. Don't stop!! Aaaahhh..." All I had to do was holding her  
nipples gently, her own movement provided the breast massage.  
  
But now I wanted to go for the final. I put my arms around her thighs,  
holding her steady, and opened her up with my hands. I lapped and  
lapped and lapped, broad-tongued; her clit, her labia, her clit again.  
She was coming now, many small little orgasms on top of each other,  
rapidly getting bigger. Her own hands had gone to the nipples. I would  
never have dared tearing at them like that! She babbled I could not  
hear what as her thighs pressed against my ears. I could all but hold  
her still as I once again sucked her clit forcefully into my mouth, and  
kept it there with all my might, grinding it with my tongue.  
  
Oh-oh! This was the big one. I was happy to know that my office is  
soundproof, and situated in the back part of the building. Linda went  
totally mad, bucking, writhing, shouting: "I'M COMING I'M  
COMING AAAAHHH SO GOOD AAAAHHHH SO GOOD STEVE  
AAAAHHHH DON'T STOP I'M COMING..."   
  
Then, after about two minutes she went absolutely limp. I was startled.  
Did she faint? But no, still panting she slowly opened her eyes and  
focused them, flat and glazed, at me down there beneath her tummy.  
Her voice was also eerily flat and glazed as she said: "I love you  
Steve...".   
  
I quickly peeled out of my clothes, and laid Linda gently on her back  
on the sofa. She helped benignly and spread her legs, her red socks  
pointing to the roof. I mounted her and slipped inside her hot wetness.  
Now it was my turn to gasp, "Oh Linda". Her pussy was filled with  
electric honey!  
  
There is at least one advantage of getting older. I can go on and on  
fucking, enjoying the moment, taking my time. I was now very horny  
but still able to control myself. I started out very slowly, almost  
tentative, relishing her pussy, feeling her body. I could almost sense  
our souls mating, as surely as our sexes screwed together, first tenderly  
grinding and later slapping, hitting hard.  
  
Linda must have been quite spent after the tongue lashing, and I think  
she appreciated that first calmness. It took her almost five minutes to  
reach her first climax, squeezing my dick with her firm cunt muscles,  
opening her legs wide to receive me.    
  
Twenty minutes later we were like two struggling frenzied creatures  
trying to merge into one; grunting, panting, wheezing lovely horny  
words in each others ears. We were both soaked with sweat. Linda had  
come I don't know how many times; she was now flying on a multi- 
orgasm, her pussy spasming and body trembling without stop. She was  
crying and sobbing. I finally came rivers, shouting, accompanied by  
her animal grunting "YES YES TES YES..."  
  
Then we just lay there, wasted. Finally the world dawned on us. I said:  
"You're not such a bad technician after all. You just have to control all  
that bumping into me." She laughed without lifting her head from my  
chest and said: "You bastard! I'm in perfect control of my bumping!  
Are you complaining about my co-ordination? Well, you just wait till  
next time!" And then she licked my right nipple.  
  
With those words I felt my heart soar! But still, now we really had to  
go back. Jesus, what time was it anyway? Those people preparing the  
school hall must all have gone home by now. Whatever would people  
think? And had we told anyone what sort of gear we so desperately  
needed to fetch? What should we bring back? My mind had gone  
blank. And my feet cold.