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

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Beginnings, oral, anal, F/FFFf
 
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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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