Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 17:37:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corruption of Clarabelle (lesbian/beginnings, oral, anal, F/FFF
Warning:
Beginnings, oral, anal, F/FFFf
This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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Corruption of Clarabelle
By
Jan
I was born and grew up and spent my life in a
small town a couple of hours outside of Kansas City,
Missouri. There were only about two thousand people
in my home town. Farming was the main activity, with
the rest supporting farming. There was only the one
Church in town, and it was a non-denominational
Christian church. The community was made up of
fourth and fifth generation immigrants from England,
Germany, Ireland, Russia, Scandinavia and Scotland.
Even the families that had originally been Jewish had
long ago converted and attended the community
church. This small town is the embodiment of a red
neck community. The men of this town lived by the
double standard that allowed them to feel free to
spread their seed around, but their wives should be
barefoot and pregnant all of the time. The
housewives seemed to live in single dress that looked
like the eighteenth century Mormon wives that made
the trek to Utah. They possess one good dress to
wear on church meeting days. More often than not
their hair is braided and pinned on top of our heads.
It is comical that every Sunday almost all of the
church goes stand up and confess their sins, but the
sins they proclaim they are guilty of are almost
comically simple, but these self-righteous members
of the congregation don't have the nerve to stand up
and admit that the men are fucking any number of
women, and the women never admit that at least one
of their five children was fathered by a man other
than their husbands.
The funny thing is that as much as 20 percent of
the children born in the town are not the product of
the husbands they call father.
Even Pastor Williams of our congregation, is
known to be a philanderer. Everyone pretends they
don't know about his extracurricular activities. His
wife, Judith, is the leader of the churches "Lady's
Aid Society." As hard as she does her best to appear
the perfect pastor's wife, she didn't really fit the
mold. One year she took a couple of months in
Omaha, supposedly attending a bible study seminar,
but when she returned home her breasts magically
increased from a modest 36-B+ to a 36-D. No-one
would bring up the subject of a breast enlargement in
her presence, but it was the topic of every gossip
session for the better part of a year. She was the
leader of the congregation's Lady's Aid Society.
The Lady's Aid Society was a hand selected group
of women within the community. Only a select group
of women were known to be members. No-one outside
of the group knew how many members were in the
group, or who all of them are. Judith selected or
approved of every woman in the group herself. Some
women hearing about the good work asked to join, but
very few were ever allowed to join the group.
My inclusion into the group came about after my
husband managed to kill himself. He had spent the
evening in the neighboring town that was forty miles
east, visiting his cocktail waitress. He had crashed
more than one car or truck falling asleep at the wheel
in a drunken stupor, but this time he managed to tag
a phone pole dead center. The front bumper of his
truck folded in half around the pole, the motor wound
up about where the seat was. They had to extract
his body with the "jaws-of-life."
My youngest son was away at college. The others
were married and had families of their own. They
had all moved to other States seeking a better living.
I suffered from the empty nest syndrome for a
while.
After the funeral my old childhood girlfriend,
Anna, approached me. She had lost her husband in in
a freak accident falling into the path of a harvesting
machine a few years back. We had engaged in some
oral sex with each other when we were entering
puberty, but we had both grown up and married. I
for one had thought our relationship had been a
youthful experiment. We had remained friends, but
we never mentioned our previous sex life for many
decades.
Anna dropped by to visit me one evening. She had
brought a Dimpled bottle of Pinch 15-Year old scotch.
We set about getting drunk on Scotch and water.
We added just enough water to create the golden
ring in the glass, to make the liquid go down without
the burn. When Anna started stroking my arm, I
didn't object.
Anna was still an attractive natural blonde woman.
Like all of us she had added a few extra pounds. I
returned her kiss when she kissed me. She placed
her left hand behind my neck and stuck her tongue
into my mouth at the same time she placed her right
hand on my left breast. Her touch set my heart
pounding. I couldn't resist taking hold of her ample
breasts.
We sat there on my couch pulling each other's
dress open to get at each other's tits. Anna broke
our kiss to bend down and suck on the left nipple. I
laid back and stroked her hair. It was like reliving
out pre-pubescent days. As we peeled off each
other's clothes I could smell the aroma of the panties
she had been wearing all day. Anna deliberately
waived the crotch of her panties under my nose. It
had been decades since I last saw her pussy but it
was all very familiar. We took turns sucking each
other's pussy. I experienced four orgasms before
Anna eventually got dressed and returned across
town to her own home.
Nothing was said, we simply kissed goodbye. I
found myself looking forward to Anna visiting me the
next day. In preparation I had taken great care
bathing myself, applying a light fragrance that would
not overpower my natural pussy odor. I deliberately
didn't put on a bra or panties. I selected a thin
summer cotton dress with large buttons. It was my
desire to make it easy for Anna to remove my dress.
I didn't want to appear too anxious, but I was
concerned when I didn't hear from her by the time
lunch had come and gone. I was about to give up and
go shopping for groceries, when the doorbell rang. I
rushed to answer the door.
When I opened the door Anna was standing there
wearing shorts and a bandana halter top. If Anna had
any questions about whether I was wearing a brassier
or not was answered when she placed her hand on my
tit and squeezed. We managed to make our way to my
bedroom. I had deliberately removed my bedspread,
blanket and top sheet. There was just the form
fitting bottom sheet on the bed. We were both
amused to discover that neither of us had underwear
on. We spent the afternoon engaged in oral sex until
we were both exhausted. All I can say is that for the
next week we spent almost every moment in each
other's presence.
It was on the seventh evening after we had
finished eating each other's pussy for the fourth
time that Anna mentioned, "Would you like to become
a member of the "Ladies Aid Society, but Judith will
have to approve of your application."
I wondered where that question came from. I
was vaguely aware that the group was involved with
some philanthropic activities, and knew a few women
that were members. Hell, everyone knew that the
pastor's wife, Judith Williams was the leader of the
group. The local librarian was a known member and a
few more women I knew were members, but I had no
idea that Anna was a member. I wondered why she
would even bring up the subject. I had never been a
social activist.
Anna added, "I can't tell you any more about the
clubs activities until Judith contacts you about
becoming a member of the Ladies Aid Society!"
I wanted to ask more questions, but knew Anna
would not be forthcoming. There was nothing more to
say about the subject until Judith contacted me.
I didn't give it much thought, because I really
wasn't interested in becoming a social activist.
Monday morning I was doing the wash and a little
cleaning. When my cell phone rang I was head down in
the bathtub using household clean to scrub the
interior of the tub. I had to sit up to clear my head
of the ammonia smell, as I answered my phone.
Judith said, "Hello, Clarabelle this is Judith
Williams. I would like to drop by for a meeting with
you about joining your friend Anna as a member of
our Lady's Aid Society? Would you be available today
say about 4:00 pm?"
I agreed to the time, and finished cleaning up the
bathroom and folding my laundry and put it away. I
took a quick bath to ensure I wouldn't smell like
household detergent. I felt obligated to put on my
best underwear and dress. I had at least a half hour
to think about Judith's arrival, and what she wanted
to tell me.
When she arrived she was dressed in one of her
typical business suits. It was a navy blue suit and she
had a light blue silk scarf around her neck and tucked
into the front of her jacket. She had on nude nylons
with black three inch pumps. She looked the part of
a dedicated preacher's wife. I invited her to have a
seat in the family room, and offered her tea.
She indicated that Anna says there is a bottle of
15-year-old Pinch. I exited long enough to get the
bottle, two glasses and a glass of water. I poured
her a stiff drink and allowed her to add her own
water. I added just enough water to create that
golden ring. We tasted our drinks and were satisfied
with the amount of water added. We sat back to
savor the drinks. I waited for her to bring up the
subject for her visit.
Instead she slid close to me, and with her right
hand she pulled the scarf from around her neck. It
was obvious that she was not wearing a blouse or
brassier, because I could see her breast with a nice
round mauve areola and nipple. She placed her left
arm around my shoulders, and planted a kiss on my
lips. It stunned me that she was so bold.
My mind spun, just what had Anna told her about
me?
Judith unbuttoned a couple of buttons at my
bodice, exposing my best white lace bar. She slipped
her hand inside the lace cup and squeezed my tit,
while continuing to kiss me.
My body stiffened for a moment, before I
relaxed and allowed Judith to have her way with me.
Judith quickly finished unbuttoning my dress. She
pulled my arms free of the short sleeves and the
dress was folded away from my body. I was sitting
there in just my bra and panties. My dark pubic bush
created a dark shadow at the crotch of the new
white panties. While she was sticking her tongue into
my mouth, she was using her right hand to stroke the
crotch of my panties. The wetter the material got
the darker the shadow became.
I even helped her by unhooking the back of my
bra, so that she could pull it free of my body. I had
always been envious of big breasted women, because
even with four children my breasts were hardly more
than a 34-B. The only reminder of giving birth to
children was the fact that my areolas had turned a
dark brown and covered most of my tits. The nipples
had also gotten large too.
Judith gave me a look, before she lowered her
head and took my left nipple into her mouth, and
sucked on it hard. It was deliciously painful the way
she pulled the skin to the stretching point. When I
moaned in pain she switched to the right nipple.
When she was pleased with her efforts to make my
nipples enlarge, she sat up, and unbuttoned her
jacket.
When she removed her jacket, I couldn't help
looking for any sign of scars where the breast
implants had been inserted. The only scars I could
detect were one-inch scars under her shaved armpits.
Just the same her breasts looked magnificent. I
couldn't resist feeling them. I couldn't even detect
the silicone bags. I sucked on her tits as greedily as
she had mine. She eventually pulled her tits away
from my mouth and grasp, before standing up to
remove her skirt.
She had on a scandalous mauve thong. It was a
good thing she shaved her pussy, because that narrow
strip of material wouldn't hide any pubic hair. Her
nude nylons were held up by a little garter-belt. She
stood there with her legs spread in front of me to
allow me to admire her crotch. She looked so damned
erotic standing there almost nude.
She pulled her thong down to show me her pussy.
Her labia minor dangled past her labia major like
someone had stretched it. I suspected that she had
stretched her labia over many years. She used her
fingers to grasp the labia and spread her pussy open
for me to see her clit, vagina and urethra. She pulled
me to my feet, leaving my dress on the couch, as she
pulled my panties down. She knelt before me to free
my panties from my feet. From that position she was
eye level with my cunt.
I was never one to shave my pussy, so there was
hair growing down the insides of my legs that were
always visible beyond the limits of my panties. She
buried her nose in my pubic hair and inhaled the
musky fragrance. She ate my pussy until I had an
orgasm that almost made my knees buckle. I was
compelled to suck her pussy just as hard as she had
mine.
I made her sit on the couch and knelt before her.
I draped her legs over my shoulders, and set about
tongue fucking her for all I was worth. She was
complementing me on my efforts with dirty words
unbecoming a pastors wife. When she was finished
recovering from her orgasm she had something to
say.
Judith said, "What I'm about to tell you can never
be spoken of outside of the membership of our group!
If you can't agree to the terms I will never bring up
the subject again!"
I thought it was a lot of cloak and dagger for a
philanthropic group, but to please Anna I agreed to
never discuss the activities of the group with anyone
outside the group.
Judith said, "Although the Ladies Aid Society has
the public face of a philanthropic group, privately we
are all active lesbians! We get together as a group or
couples to enjoy indulging our sexual desires! Now if
you can keep quiet I would like to invite you to
become a member of our little group!"
It took me a long moment to take in what she was
inviting me to join. I had to ask, "What about your
husband?"
Judith said, "The pastor has a taste for young
women, but needed a trophy wife to keep up the
front of the righteous pastor. He allows me to
indulge my desires, as long as I'm discreet about it."
Before she departed she invited me to join the
group at the next meeting. She assured me that she
would let me know when and where.
Anna gave me a call within minutes of Judith's
departure. It was obvious that they had been in
communication with each other. Apparently Judith
had given Anna a glowing account of my initiation.
I went to bed reliving everything that had taken
place since Anna had renewed our old relationship. I
lay there masturbating while remembering what had
transpired that evening with Judith.
Anna came by the next day and invited me to
accompany her to the library. I was aware that Lucy
was a member of the Aid Society, but had not
thought much about her. Lucy was an interesting
woman. Outwardly she the typical shy librarian,
because she always wore tortoise shell framed
glasses, that hid her clear blue eyes, and her dark
hair was always braided and wrapped around her
head. She was a tall slender woman, and dressed
conservatively. I doubt if ay male ever gave her
second look.
Lucy allowed her assistant to look after the
library while she took us into her office to talk to us.
She told us about how the mayor's wife and her moral
police are always insisting that she could not stock
books they deemed obscene, but she that she has a
an extensive collection of erotic books that she keeps
locked up from their prying eyes.
She went on to tell us that she really gets
excited when the young girls approach her nervously,
and ask her for a book by title that I know deals with
sexual matters. Even if I don't have that particular
book, I caution them that I have similar titles, but
they can't let anyone know that I have them, and they
have to read them in the library, because I can't
check them out.
I watch them settle down in a secluded corner to
read the books. It doesn't take long before the
sweethearts are rubbing their crotch under the
table. If they are looking for lesbian material I make
sure they know that I have an extensive selection.
When I feel they are ready I suggest that they come
back after closing to read other books illustrated
with glossy photographs. When they come knocking
on the library door I escort them to my office.
While read the books and study the illustrations I
pretend to be busy with bookwork for a while. When
I notice they are rubbing their crotch I come around
them to stand behind them, and look over their
shoulders. It normally startles them when I place my
hands on their shoulders, but they settle down. I
whisper in their ear, "If you never discuss what takes
place here, I will teach you about the art of love
between women!"
Normally the sweet young things can't even get
the words out, so they just nod their heads. I trace
their shell like ears with my tongue at the same time
I slide my hands down the front of their bodies to
squeeze their budding breasts. I pull their dresses
up and stuff my hand into their panties to manipulate
their little clits until they came.
When they show up at my door the next time I
get them out of their clothes and allow them to
undress me. I suck their pussies right on top of my
desk. They even beg me to let them suck my pussy.
Listening to her stories was turning me on. Anna
and I joined her in getting undressed and engaging in
all manner of oral sex. I was looking forward to the
next meeting of the group.
When Judith called me to attend the meeting at
the church I was surprised that the meeting would be
at the church, because there are always a variety of
meetings taking place there. The choir practices
several times a week. Pastor Williams is always
hosting people in his office interviewing prospective
couples planning weddings, or divorces, or consoling
family members suffering with illness in the family or
a death. There were bible study groups too.
When I arrived I found a parking place in the
back of the church. Judith had given me directions
to the basement of the building. I had never even
known there were rooms in the basement. The room
I found was spacious, air-conditioned and filled with
several leather couches and other assorted
comfortable chairs. Judith was sitting behind a large
mahogany desk. There were several women already
seated on the couches. I actually knew all of them,
but was surprised that some of them were members.
Lucy waved at me to join her. She kissed me and held
my hand during the meeting. There were some late
arrivals, but when everyone had arrived Judith
brought the meeting to order.
There were discussions about several
philanthropic funding that needed attending to, and
several young ladies that needed endowments to
attend college. When those matters were finished,
Judith brought up the subject of one of the local
women that had been hospitalized by a beating she
had received at the hands of her husband. She was
too frightened to press charges against him or even
suggest a divorce. Judith suggested that she call the
local Sheriff to pay a visit to her husband to suggest
he divorce her and leave the State.
Everyone agreed to her suggestion, so she made
the call.
I learned later that when the Sheriff visited the
man, the idiot tried to swing on the Sheriff. The
Sheriff used his D-cell Maglite to beat the man.
Just to bring home the object lesson the Sheriff
deliberately smashed the guy's knee to insure that he
would spend the rest of his life with a painful limp.
After the business was finished the party began.
Lucy had been masturbating me throughout the
meeting. I had been so embarrassed I had not had
the never to look around the couches behind us.
When I did look around the room it looked like every
woman there was partially naked if not completely
naked. As the party progressed every woman
approached me, and felt me up while kissing me.
Making love to Lucy in front of a room full of women
made me self-conscious, but before long I was able to
enjoy the sexual favors of every woman there. I had
never dreamed of ever having anal sex with anyone
before, but I not only had fingers and tongues in my
asshole, I actually discovered how sweet a woman's
asshole tastes.
I became a sex addict I was having sex with
women almost every day and night. Until I met Lucy I
had never dreamed about having sex with pubescent
girls. Listening to her describe her seduction of local
girls made me wet. Eventually I asked her if she
would introduce me one of her young ladies. Lucy was
thrilled to do so.
One night she invited me to come out of town to
the old family farm she lived at. The farm house was
a quarter mile from the road. It was unlikely that
anyone uninvited would ever be near the house. Even
her mail box was on the road.
When Lucy arrived she came out to great me.
The only thing she had on was shower shoes. As soon
as we were in the house, she even discarded them. I
was surprised to find Anna waiting for me, and she
was naked too. The two of them escorted me into
the family room.
Waiting for us were three girls, and I knew each
of them, and their families too. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing. One of them had a reputation for
being a rebel. Her hair was cropped short and dyed
purple. She sported tattoos on her hips. They were
pictures of sexy looking women with their breasts
exposed, and she had a tattoo of a spider crawling
into her pubic bush. The other two girls were the
kind of girls that never missed church meetings.
One was an innocent looking blonde with long
flowing waves. Her blue-gray eyes were captivating.
She had a figure that attracted the attention of
both men and boys. Her skin was flawless. This girl
had never had a pimple before. Sitting there on the
couch she was casually playing with her pink pubic
hair with her fingers. The third girl was possibly a
mixed race.
That girl was about 14 or 15, and her skin was a
brown color that made you think she was part
Mexican or American Indian, after all there were
several Plaines Indian tribes that historically called
tis area homeland. Her hair was as black as a ravens'
wing, and straight as an arrow. Her eyes were so
dark they looked black. She sported tits that would
do an adult proud. Her pubic hair was straight too
and looked like it was combed towards her cunt.
These three girls were well educated in the art of
lesbian sex.
We kissed, sucked and rubbed our pussies against
each other as well as tongue fucked pussies and
asshole all evening. The Goth girl even fucked me
with a strap-on dildo. It one point we even had a
daisy chain with the girls between the adults. I was
so enamored with the blonde that I had her sit on my
face. I loved being smothered by her fragrant pussy.
The six of us wound up sleeping on the floor together.
From time to time we would change partners and suck
pussies. Anna and I dropped off the girls at their
homes. They simply told their mother's that the
mother of their girlfriends had brought them home.
I would never spend a night alone again. Anna
moved in with me. The community just thought I was
a widow that needed the company of an old friend.
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