Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 15:10:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: luanne mockingbird <luanne131@yahoo.com>
Subject: Irish Lullaby

My name is Luanne...Luanne O'Brien. I guess you can tell by my name that
I am Irish, and Irish I am and proud of it too! I was born twenty-seven
years ago in Clare County, Ireland...my family moving to Guthrie, Alabama
when I was a lass of  twelve. My dear father decided on Guthrie because
he had an uncle living there and family ties are strong when you are
Irish. My parents live there to this day on six acres of the hardest
scrabble land you ever tried to build a farm on.
Rather than try to offer you some sort of description of myself, let me
just say that I look very much like the country western singer Reba
MacEntire. If you don't know who she is, then just use your imagination
to picture me any way that suits your fancy. The short red hair and the
still tightly wrapped body, all of that and more have I. That is as close
as I can come to giving you an accurate description, and for Pete's
sake, why would you need more? Writing a book you are? Just leave that
Chapter out then.
I met and married a handsome fellow that came roaring into Guthrie one
day on his Harley Davidson and I practically leapt into his arms, I
did...especially when he promised he would take me out of the small town
mud puddle I was mired in. Well...he did do that...take me out I
mean...riding me behind him all the way to Chicago, Illinois, he did. And
riding me in more ways than one, I'm thinking.
What happened in that dreary city of Chicago was him getting drunk and
chasing women every day while I worked sixty hours a week at a Denny's,
trying to keep a roof over our heads. My Irish temper finally caught up
with my brain one cold day and I booted his ass out into the snow filled
streets of the windy city and told him to go live on his Harley.
But the problem then became what to do with myself. I didn't want to
stay among the mean streets of Chicago...I wanted to be where it was warm
and sunny. My mother begged me to come back to Guthrie, but there was no
way I could return to bluegrass and Budweiser beer. Then my mom suggested
her sister who lived in San Diego, the mere name San Diego bringing the
smell of sea and sand and warm breezes to my nostrils.
I called the number mom gave me, and over the phone explained the
situation to the aunt I hadn't laid eyes on in fifteen years or more.
She was very sweet to me on the phone, she was, insisting that I come and
spend some time with her and my uncle for as long as I wished. I didn't
want to tell her that I didn't have the money for a plane ticket, so I
just said I would be there as soon as I could manage.
So there it was...I had a place to go... but how to get there was the rub.
At my present rate of income, what with having to pay rent and feed
myself, I figured it would only take four or five months to save the four
hundred dollars I would need for my ticket. A long half year it would be,
I was thinking.
And then fortune came along in an unexpected way, it did. The fellow was
a regular at Denny's, his plump but very pretty wife seemingly always in
tow. Since he had all along been a good tipper, I made certain I treated
the two of them with a little more familiarity than the other customers,
soon learning that his name was Gil and his wife was Violetta.
She was dark haired and had the sort of beauty one finds in Italian women
even when they are a few pounds over what they should be. Always wearing
some sort of low cut blouse that emphasized her breasts, she was...for
which I envied her for that. I mean I myself am far from having been
cheated in that department, but my 36C's don't measure up to her 38
whatevers, if you get my meaning. Sometimes when I caught myself looking
at her breasts, even though I had never in my life done anything with
another female, I would feel the "horny leprechauns" begin to stir in
the pit of my stomach.
Anyway, it was one of those dull, rainy nights when I was working the
"shitty shift"...the six `til two shifts the manager made us work every
four weeks on a rotating basis. It was about one o'clock when the two of
them came in, and I could tell they had been both been sipping at the
whiskey barrel from the giddy way they were acting, himself almost
tripping as he slid into the booth.. Looking back, I suspect the reason
they waited until they were tipsy before coming into Denny's was because
of what it was they wanted to ask of me.
"Violetta wants to know if maybe you'd like to come home with us after
you get off of work," he says in a rush, real nervous like, his voice so
low I could barely hear it. "I'll give you two hundred dollars and it
would only be you and her."
She looked up at me and blushed. "He's always wanted to see me have sex
with another woman," she said. "I told him you probably wouldn't be
interested."
It was right on the tip of my tongue to tell them that I didn't play on
that side of the avenue, but all I could think about was the two hundred
dollars. Half of the plane fair, it would be.
"Two-fifty," I heard myself saying. "Two fifty and I'll do it."
 Just the thought of having sex with another woman for some reason caused
the "horny leprechauns" to begin to stir deep in the pit of my stomach.
But I didn't figure there was any way he would want to pay that much,
not when he could just pick up one of the girls who worked the streets
for a lot less money. But as luck would have it, it wasn't him who made
the decision.
"Deal," she said. `Two fifty it is!"
I was in for it now, I thought to myself. "I don't get off until two,"
I said. I could barely get the words past my lips.
He looked at his watch. "That's only forty-five minutes. We'll wait
for you in the parking lot. We're driving a red Buick."
"You'd have to take me home afterwards," I said, my heart racing.
Maybe I was looking for a way out. "I don't drive."
"No problem," he shrugged. "We'll give you cab fare."
I had some things needed done in the kitchen area and when I came out
they were gone. I figured that they wouldn't even be there when I walked
out of the building a few minutes past two, but there they were, sitting
in their red automobile waiting for me. Glancing around to make sure none
of my fellow employees were about, I quickly climbed into the back seat.
I guess he must have sensed my nervousness because he quickly pulled out
of the parking lot.
 Once we were on the street in traffic, he reached back over the seat and
handed me several folded bills. When I looked, there was enough light
coming in the back seat of the car that I could see there were two folded
hundred dollar bills, a fifty and a twenty. Stuffing the bills into my
purse with trembling fingers, I sighed. I was officially a whore now. An
expensive one maybe, but still and all a whore, I was! I wondered what my
mom would say if she knew?
When he pulled up in front of an apartment building, I realized that we
were only about ten blocks from where my own crummy flat was. But of
course I didn't tell them that...my mama didn't raise any stupid kids!
Whores she might have raised...but not stupid ones. Not a solitary word
was exchanged between the three of us as we went up to the fourth floor
on the elevator. From the looks of the expensive furniture and the huge
television set in the corner of their apartment, I realized why they
could afford to pay me so much. But all I was thinking was that no matter
what I would have to do, in my purse was the ticket for that big silver
bird that would carry me west.
The three of us stood there in the middle of the apartment like three
bumps on a log. I wondered what I should do...what I was expected to do?
Then himself to the rescue. He must have been a frustrated movie director
because he started to take charge.
"Why don't you two girls take off your clothes and get all nice and
comfortable."
The "horny leprechauns" were wide awake now, flittering about in my
stomach. I mentally steeled myself and started to take off my Denny's
uniform dress. All I could think of as I pulled it up and over my head
was how glad I was  that I had decided to wear some of my new
underwear...especially when I saw the black lace panties and the expensive
looking lacy bra that Violetta was wearing. It looked like something from
Victoria's Secret or some other place as fancy.
As she removed the bra and let those big titties loose upon the world, I
felt my stomach turn a somersault even as the "horny leprechauns" began
turning cartwheels. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as I had been
imagining it would be, I thought to myself. Peeling off my panties, I
tossed them and my bra aside and noticed the way Violetta scraped her
tongue across her lips as she looked at the area between my thighs. Her
body language was telling me what was on her mind, that's for sure.
"Kiss for me now...I want to see the two of you kiss."
His money, his show, I thought to myself as I moved forward and pulled
the dark haired woman into my arms. It felt strangely exciting to be
holding a woman's naked body against my own, and I willingly parted my
lips when I felt her tongue probing. Doing what my ex-husband would refer
to as "swapping spit", she and I went about it eagerly, our bellies
rubbing together as I tried to suck her tongue out by the roots.
Then she was pushing me down onto the sofa and sinking to her knees on
the floor between my legs. Putting her hands under my thighs, she
physically lifted my legs and hooked them over her shoulders, then
slipping her hands under the cheeks of my behind she pressed her face
into my crotch. When her tongue snaked out and touched the lips of my
pussy, I moaned aloud and reached down to put my hands on the back of her
head in encouragement.
As she began eating me, I knew that no matter what her husband might
think, this wasn't the first time she had ever had her head in between
another woman's legs. She was much too experienced with her tongue,
sliding it deftly under the hood to find my clit and sucking gently while
swirling her tongue about it. I grabbed two handfuls of her dark hair and
squirmed my pussy against her mouth as I tried to fuck her face, then I
started to come...wave after wave of sensation creating rolling waves that
cascaded down my stomach and I actually groaned from the intensity of my
orgasm.
"Okay...the two of you change places now."
Still dazed from the aftermath of my orgasm, I numbly got to my knees on
the floor and Violetta took my former position, her legs hooked over my
shoulders. Dipping my head forward, my nostrils quivered at the musky,
woman smell of her. I closed my eyes and touched my tongue to the puffy
lips of her pussy. The taste of her was not nearly as bad as I had been
afraid it might be, a much nicer taste in fact than when I had sucked my
ex-husband's peter, uncircumcised as it was.
Using my index fingers, I pulled the lips of her cunt apart to expose the
meaty redness within, then I inserted my entire face into the perfumed
valley between her thighs and made embarrassing slurping sounds as I
licked her, but not even caring. I was eating her cunt with a vengeance
then, sucking greedily at the fluids I was extracting from her. I felt
her spurt a small jet of urine into my mouth as she started to come, but
I simply swallowed and kept on with what I was doing. It took her a long
time to come down from her orgasm.
Finally, reluctantly, I lifted my head from between her legs and rolled
back to squat on my haunches, my face shining with a silvery wetness. I
wiped my lips with the back of one hand before rising unsteadily to my
feet. For the first time since his wife and I had begun, I glanced at
himself who sat on a chair facing us, a small smile curving the corners
of his lips.
Bending down to retrieve my clothing from the floor, I quickly got
dressed and sat down on the sofa while himself called a cab for me.
Violetta was still naked and she touched my wrist. "There's no sense me
getting dressed again," she said softly to me, nodding her head towards
himself on the phone. "He'll want to fuck me now. Thank you...I hope
maybe we can do this again sometime?"
"No," I shook my head. "I've got the money to go to my aunt's home
in California now."
"That's why you did this...to earn money to go on a trip." She turned
to himself who was just hanging up the phone. "Gil? Give Luanne another
hundred dollars."
"I've already gave her two seventy."
She just sat there looking at him, and then reached for her underwear.
His hand flew to his wallet as he fished out another hundred and tossed
it onto my lap. I stood up and pulled Violetta to her feet and kissed her
full on the mouth... not even thinking of her nakedness. I was thanking
her in the only way I knew how.
The next day I got my final check from Denny's, and the day after that I
was on Delta Flight 2027 bound for San Diego. Had I known what sexual
deviations I would be immersed in a few months down the road, maybe I
wouldn't have been quite so eager to go to San Diego. Then again...maybe
I would have...

To Be Continued