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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 28