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Authors name: stardust_memories@witchesbrew.zzn.com
Story title : Lullaby of the Leave
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Lullaby of the Leave
by stardust_memories
(stardust_memories@witchesbrew.zzn.com)
***
A married woman is introduced to lesbian sex. (FF,
1st-lesbian-expr, exh, orgy)
***
Karen Collins sat on the front porch of the rambling,
two-story house, listening to the wind rustling through
the leaves of the huge oak tree that dominated the front
yard. There were dark clouds hovering overhead,
carrying the threat of rain and the wind was starting to
chill. Shivering slightly, she crossed her arms across her
breasts, wishing she had donned a sweater before
coming out. She also wished she had a cigarette,
wondering if she’d ever get over the craving for one.
This was the tenth week since she had tossed her last
pack into the garbage. She had tried giving up smoking
once before, but maybe this time she’d make it.
Sighing, she leaned back and closed her eyes thinking
how different it was living here in Hillary, Texas where
it was peaceful and serene compared to the dirt, grime
and chaos of Chicago where she and Ben had lived for
the past twelve years. Luckily for both of them, Ben
could do 90% of his work at home in the spare bedroom
they had converted into an art studio for him. There
were some perks for being a magazine illustrator that
were priceless.
Hearing an odd sound, Karen opened her eyes in time
to see a squirrel running across the end of the porch,
fluffy tail splayed out behind him as he ran. She
laughed in delight as the squirrel leapt off the end of
the porch and scrambled up a tree. Brushing a stray
strand of brunette hair from her azure eyes, she
crossed her shapely legs and breathed in the fresh air
that was preceding the coming storm.
Then her mood turned suddenly sour. Marge should be
calling her soon now and Karen wasn’t certain how to
handle it. It had been a month ago that Karen let herself
be talked into joining the bridge club, even though she
didn’t particularly enjoy playing bridge. The mayor’s
wife had been sipping martinis heavily that afternoon at
Rosemary Stern’s house and had hardly been able to
concentrate on her cards. At one point the woman
started to get sick so Karen offered to help her upstairs
to the bathroom. That was her first mistake!
Once up the stairs and in the bathroom, the sickness
was suddenly and magically gone. Before she could
react, Marge had moved behind her and reached around
her body to cup her hands over each of Karen’s breasts.
Stunned and surprised, Karen found herself just
standing there in disbelief as the older woman gently
squeezed her breasts, not making any attempt to move
away from the intimate touch. In spite of her alarm and
shock, Karen could feel her nipples blossom inside her
bra. Then Marge’s teeth were lightly nibbling at her
earlobe, her voice a soft whisper.
“Mmmmm…you have great tits! The other girl’s are
going to be so happy!”
“Other girls?” Karen asked, finally grasping the
woman’s wrists and pushing the hands away from her
breasts. Then she spun around. "What are you talking
about? What other girls?!?”
“The girls in our little club,” Marge giggled, her breath
reeking of alcohol. “You and I are gonna be close
friends, dear. Really close friends!”
Karen felt as if she were in some sort of ridiculous
nightmare! “Don’t you ever touch me like that again,
you bitch!” she practically snarled, physically pushing
the older woman away from her. “I’m married and I’m
certainly not a lesbian!”
“None of us are lesbian, dear... but all of us are bi-
sexual.” Marge grinned at her. “You stood there a
minute ago and let me feel you up, didn’t you? You
liked it too…I could tell. And don’t let your mouth run
away from your brain, Karen. I am a very powerful
woman in this town. I can make more trouble here for
you and your husband than you could believe!”
“Really?” Karen bit the words off. “Is that how you get
women to join your little group or whatever you call it?
You threaten them?”
“Whatever’s necessary, dear. And who knows…you
might even enjoy it. Why don’t you think it over for a
few days and I’ll call you sometime next week. I think
I’d better go downstairs and have one of the ladies
drive me home now. I’m just a bit woozy!” With that,
she turned and left the bathroom.
Leaning over the sink, Karen splashed cold water onto
her face, her mind racing. It was hard to believe that
this had really happened. She and Ben loved the town
so much; the thought of leaving was unbearable. She
looked at her reflection in the mirror that hung over
the sink. ‘C’mon Karen…she told her mirrored image
silently…you’re a big girl now… if letting some
strange woman go down on you is the price of living
here it’s not something you can’t handle. Is it?’ She
shrugged her shoulders and decided not to tell Ben
about it. She’d handle this herself.
*
Karen could hear the rumble of thunder far off in the
distance now and she knew the storm was getting
closer. The soft brrrrr of her cell phone startled her.
Laughing at herself, she picked up the cell phone that
had been lying beside her on the glider.
“Hello?”
“Karen? Marge Chapman here! You aren’t busy are
you? Can you speak?”
“No, I’m not busy,” Karen said in resignation, feeling
the start of a headache in between her eyes. “And
yes…I can speak.”
“Wonderful! So tell me… have you been thinking about
what you and I discussed last week?”
“A little,” Karen admitted, biting her lip to keep from
screaming at the woman. “We love living in Hillary,
Marge, Ben and I both do. Neither of us would want to
leave. It’s just that…like I told you last week…I’m not
into women!”
“I understand that, dear. But it isn’t necessary that you
be “into” women. It’s only a matter of permitting a
woman to be “into” you, if you’ll pardon the pun.” She
laughed. “ If I may make a suggestion…one of the girls
from our little club is here with me now. Why don’t you
allow she and I to come over and the three of us talk
things over. Would that be all right? If we came over I
mean?”
At least she doesn’t sound like she’s been drinking,
Karen thought. “I suppose so,” she said after a
moment’s hesitation.
“Okay…give us ten minutes or so.”
Clicking the cell phone off, Karen took a deep breath?
Maybe it would be best if she agreed to go to one of
their parties and conveniently find some excuse when
the day came? She could always plead sickness or
“time of month” or something, couldn’t she? Then in
spite of herself, she couldn’t help but remember the
sensation of Marge’s hands cupped over her tits. How
her nipples had hardened inside her bra. Shaking her
head in exasperation, she pushed the thought aside and
once again wished she had a cigarette.
*
It was closer to twenty minutes before Marge’s station
wagon pulled into the driveway. Karen watched as a
beautiful blond haired woman whom she recalled
meeting briefly once before somewhere, stepped out of
the passenger side of the car and stood smiling at her.
The woman was wearing a short blue skirt, matching
cashmere sweater and looked absolutely stunning. A
narrow waist, full breasts, a beautiful figure.
‘Aha…Marge is pulling out the big guns for this one,’
Karen thought. For the life of her, she couldn’t
understand why so lovely a woman would want to
become involved with whatever sort of sexual
shenanigans Marge Chapman was in to.
In spite of it though, Karen couldn’t help eyeing the
blond woman’s legs, the spiked heels she wore only
serving to accentuate their shapeliness. Karen jerked
her eyes away from the woman’s legs as Marge
rounded the front of the car to slip her arm almost
possessively around the woman’s waist. Then the two
of them moved forward.
“Lucky you got here before it starts to rain,” Karen said
inanely. “You might have gotten wet!”
“We wouldn’t melt,” Marge grinned as she and the
other woman stepped up onto the porch. She glanced
around before looking at Karen again. “Why don’t you
invite us in where we can all relax?”
‘She’s taking over things just as she always does’,
Karen thought to herself as she opened the door for
them. “I’m sorry…please come in!” Marge always had
to be in charge. Well, she was the mayor’s wife after
all, Karen mused. In all likelihood the red haired bitch
probably ran the entire fucking city. Karen smothered a
small smile as she ushered the two women into the
house.
Marge was dressed rather simply in some sort of plain
and unadorned green housedress. Once inside, she
turned and smiled at Karen. “I don’t think you two have
met. Karen… This is Jane…. Jane Garland. Jane…meet
Karen Collins.”
“I remember you,” Jane said as she offered her hand to
Karen, her voice sounding soft and silky, with the now
familiar Texas twang. ”You were at Clara Simm’s
birthday party.”
“Yes I was,” Karen nodded as she grasped the blonde
woman’s hand, feeling foolishly flattered that she
would remember her from a party five months before.
She and Ben had only been in town three weeks at the
time.
Marge touched Karen on the arm. “I know your husband
isn’t due home for another few hours... but why don’t
we lock the door just to be on the safe side?”
‘Yes Ma’am Sir’, Karen thought as she turned to
obediently lock the front door. How did the bitch know
what time Ben would get home? Did she hire a private
detective or something? Then she remembered.
Marge’s husband owned the whole fucking police
force. It was Marge herself who crossed the room and
pulled the drapes together. Turning, she indicated that
Karen should sit on the easy chair while she and Jane
sat on the sofa facing her. Once settled, Marge casually
draped her arm across Jane’s shoulders and pulled the
attractive blonde closer beside her.
“So…here we are,” Marge said with a little laugh. “Tell
me what you think, Jane darling. How would you feel
about Karen becoming the newest member of our little
gang?”
“I would like that very much,” Jane replied softly,
looking directly into Karen’s eyes as she spoke. “You
are very pretty. I would like to get to know you much
more …intimately.”
Karen was amazed to feel herself blushing, and there
was an insistent flutter deep in the pit of her stomach.
She had never heard such a blatant sexual overture in
her life! There was no mistaking what the woman
meant by the word “intimately”. Karen cleared her
throat nervously. Finally she found her voice. “I would
like that.”
Her heart beating rapidly in her chest, Karen sat
unmoving as she watched Jane disentangle herself from
Marge’s arm and rise gracefully to her feet. Smiling
softly, she moved across the room to stand in front of
Karen’s chair, bending down to rest her hands on the
padded arms of the chair, bringing her face mere inches
away. Surely she isn’t going to do anything right here
in my living room, Karen thought. Then the woman
leaned down farther and gently touched her lips to
Karen’s mouth in a feathery kiss.
Astonished at the incredible softness of the other
woman’s lips, Karen couldn’t help but compare it to her
husbands smash mouth sort assault on her lips when
they made love. Surprised at her own response, she
parted her lips slightly to permit the woman’s tongue to
spear into her mouth. As she sucked instinctively at the
intrusive tongue, Karen could detect a hint of mint,
probably from some sort of mouthwash.
From the corner of her eye, Karen could see Marge
standing in front of the sofa and pulling her dress up
and over her head. Tossing the dress carelessly on the
sofa, it was obvious that the older woman wasn’t
wearing any under clothing. Karen could plainly see
the crease on her stomach just below the drooping
breasts; no doubt the scar left over from caesarian birth
somewhere along the way in Marge’s past.
Marge’s pubic hair was tinged with gray, and Karen
watched as the older woman shamelessly slid a hand
down over her stretch marked stomach and curved it
into the area between her thighs. Even though bizarre,
the sight of the woman masturbating so openly was so
oddly arousing that Karen pulled Jane down onto her
lap, their mouths still glued together. Not even pausing
to consider what she was doing and what it would
mean, she slid her hand up under Jane’s short skirt, not
even mildly surprised to discover she wasn’t wearing
any panties…
*
As Karen slipped a finger deep inside Jane’s pussy, she
marveled at the sensation of finger-fucking another
woman. She could feel that her own panty-covered
crotch was sopping wet now. She kept her finger
embedded in Jane’s cunt as the blonde woman slid her
mouth away from hers.
“That feels delicious,” Jane murmured, moving herself
against Karen’s hand. Then she touched her lips to
Karen’s ear. “Let Marge go down on you and then you
and I can have some private time together, okay? Take
your clothes off and let Marge do her thing. But be
tough with her…she likes it rough!” She disengaged
herself from Karen’s probing fingers and rose to her
feet.
Karen’s legs felt shaky as she stood and quickly
stripped away her clothing. Naked then, she moved
across the room to stand in front of the older woman.
"I want you to eat my pussy, bitch! I want you to eat
me now! Get down on your fucking knees and do it!”
Almost whimpering, Marge sank to her knees as Karen
moved forward to straddle the woman’s head. A tiny
shiver raced up and down the length of Karen’s spine as
she felt the woman’s tongue scrape wetly against the
sensitive lips of her pussy. Then twisting her head at
an almost impossible angle, Marge began tongue fucking
her with her arms wrapped around Karen’s thighs.
As the older woman expertly ate her, Karen watched as
Jane slowly pulled the blue cashmere sweater over her
head and draped it carefully over the back of the chair
where Karen had been sitting. Then stepping daintily
out of her skirt, the beautiful blonde woman stood in
all her glorious nakedness. Squirming her crotch against
Marge’s mouth and tongue, Karen was far beyond any
shame or embarrassment. She knew that she wanted to
make love to Jane more than she had ever wanted
anything in her life. As she looked at the lovely
woman’s body, Karen knew she would do anything at
all this woman would ask of her.
Still on her knees with her entire face into Karen’s
crotch, Marge tilted her head back far enough to look
up at Karen’s face. “Please,” the older woman
whimpered. “Please…both of you… give it to me. We can
go over there by the door where the tile is. Please, I
want it so bad! ”
Karen looked down at her quizzically, then looked over
at Jane who was standing watching, her fingers idly
toying with her own nipples. Karen arched her
eyebrows and Jane smiled at her, then moved forward
to stand close beside them. “She wants us to pee on
her,” she said casually, as if it were the most natural
thing in the worlds. “That’s what gets her off!”
End
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