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Beginnings, oral, anal, F/FFFf
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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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