Realising she too had closed her eyes, Marcia opened them to find Charlene and Michelle in her eyeline. Charlene was kissing Michelle’s neck, while keeping her eyes focussed on the two new members of the breakfast prayer group.
“Show Lana how much love you have for her,” Michelle told Marcia.
Marcia let her tongue explore Lana’s mouth. After just a few seconds, Lana began to kiss her back with an urgency bordering on fury.
“Yes, Lana,” said Michelle. “The lord is well pleased with you. Do not hold back the love you are feeling for our sister Marcia.”
Chapter 14
As if a dam had burst, Lana moved her hands to Marcia’s breasts, rubbing them with some vigour through the blouse.
“This girl has certainly been with a woman before,” thought Marcia, becoming aroused at an accelerated rate owing to the presence of the two older women.
Marcia wasn’t one to let the grass grow under her feet. While Lana was fondling her, she ran one hand through the hair she had always envied, while moving her other to her shapely ass. The moan Lana emitted when she did this was missed by no one in the room. It may not yet have been eight o’clock in the morning, but Lana was clearly not just an evening person when it came to lovemaking.
“Marcia, I would like you to relieve sister Lana of the burden of her vestments. In this manner, you will be preparing her for your cleansing touch.”
Not one to defy authority in the church, Marcia unbuttoned the cuffs of Lana’s pretty blouse, then started on her front. There were many buttons and the material was stiff and starchy (“The little minx bought a new blouse – maybe a whole new outfit – for this meeting,” Marcia thought), so it took Marcia a while until she had gotten to the last button. To reach the last three or four buttons, she had needed to pull the cotton out of her skirt, and it had only been extracted with difficulty, such was the tightness of her skirt.
“Let me have the blouse,” said Michelle, extending her arm to Marcia.
“Now, relieve sister Lana of the burden of her skirt,” she ordered Marcia, a little redundantly, as she was already seeking out the hidden side zip closure.
Lana stood there in her three-inch heels and her recently purchased bra and panty set. She looked like a lingerie model. She no longer carried a bemused air, but the air of one who has supreme confidence in both her body and her desirability. Suddenly, Marcia felt she would be lucky indeed if she got to sample the mother of two first – or at all! She sensed that the libido of the two elder women was growing all the time, and she was afraid they would pull rank on her. But, to her credit, she also knew that it wouldn’t do to pull rank on the leadership group.
So she waited patiently for her instructions. Michelle – thank God! – seemed hungry for the attentions of her (presumably) long-term lover, at least that was the impression gained by Marcia as she glanced across at them kissing ardently and exploring each other’s ample bodies. As a sort of stopgap measure, Marcia took Lana’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She noted how dry it still was; she was pretty sure that her own was a little clammy with perspiration. Finally, Michelle concluded at least temporarily her embrace with Charlene and addressed the novices.
“You have been chosen for these breakfast prayer meetings at the recommendation of the young ladies who were recently entrusted with the care of your offspring. They reported that you took seriously the Lord’s injunction to love one another with a pure heart fervently. Now you are being enjoined to demonstrate that love in front of witnesses. Do you both feel that you have grown sufficiently in order to take that step?”
Without a moment’s hesitation Lana said “I do.” It was as if she was about to be joined to Marcia in Holy Matrimony.
“And you, Marcia?” said Michelle, in a low and level tone, denoting the gravity of the situation.
Marcia balked at the image of the wedding service that was playing in her mind. A bit of role playing was fine as far as she was concerned, but that was taking it a bit far. After all, she hardly knew Lana. But Michelle was waiting for a response, so she had to say something.
“Absolutely,” she responded, as breezily as she could.
“Good,” intoned Michelle, as if from the pulpit. “Lana, please be so good as to disrobe Marcia prior to demonstrating the length and depth of your love for her.”
Lana nodded at Michelle and ran her hands down Marcia’s body, touching the sides of her breasts as she moved down to her skirt. Stopping at the waistband, she tugged at the blouse until it had all come out before starting to undo the buttons from the bottom up. Marcia tried to look as composed as possible, which was a little difficult when the blonde was grinning at her lasciviously.
“That Mary Poppins act didn’t last very long,” thought Marcia.
Both women now stood in their undergarments and shoes, which meant that the disrobing had not yet been completed. Marcia didn’t have to wait long before Lana unhooked her bra and dropped to her haunches to remove her panties. Before Marcia could contemplate her next move, Lana had already made hers, applying her soft tongue to Marcia’s soft and yielding tissue. Marcia instinctively spread her legs wider.
“Fuck!” gasped Marcia, shooting a quick glance at Michelle to check that her unbiblical language hadn’t somehow disqualified her from this breakfast prayer meeting.
It obviously hadn’t, not least because the Pastor’s wife was having her clothing dismantled by a hungry looking Charlene. Soon enough a hairy bush was receiving close attention from the only one amongst the four of them who was still fully dressed.
Marcia would really have preferred to be lying on the couch, but despite that she was responding to the blonde woman’s attentions.
“Oh, fuck, yes, finish me off!” she cried, hamming it up a bit.
For whatever reason, though, Lana had gone off the boil. At the current rate of progress, Michelle would obtain satisfaction before Marcia, which irritated her no end.
Sure enough, it was the Pastor’s wife who climaxed first, shouting obscenities that echoed round the room. In a flash, she was onto Charlene, ripping off her pants, without even bothering about her sweater, before pushing her onto the two-seater couch, pulling down her knickers and getting to work on her quim.
Still, Lana wouldn’t up her game. It was as if she had lost interest in Marcia, which was a crushing blow to the brunette. Marcia thought a change of scenery might jolt Lana out of her catatonic state, so she lay herself down on the couch. However, the bimbo merely continued her cursory pussy-licking. A completely new strategy was clearly required.
“I have a confession to make, Lana. I’ve had lustful thoughts about your husband.”
This was quite a leap of faith for Marcia, given that she didn’t even know Lana’s husband’s name. But details like that didn’t seem to matter, as Lana immediately confessed that she had brought herself off many times fantasizing about Connor.
“The little bitch!” Marcia thought.
Then, realizing the potential in the situation, she decided to exploit it.
“Lana, why don’t you imagine I’m Connor and finish me – I mean ‘us’ – off.”
This finally did the trick. If all went well, Marcia should come before Charlene, who was grunting and groaning under Michelle’s ministrations like the old dyke she was.
“I like to fantasize about Connor lying on his back, while I lower myself onto his gigantic dick,” said Lana, who had suddenly found her voice, even if it meant she wasn’t giving her full attention to the job at hand.
“Then imagine my swollen clitoris is his cock and bring me – um, him – off,” said Marcia, not bothering to correct her partner about her would-be lover boy’s vital statistics.
Across the room, Charlene roared like a lion as she came under Michelle’s skilful tongue. Lana, meanwhile, was back on licking patrol, but was clearly struggling to take the leap of faith necessary to equate Marcia’s minge with Connor’s appendage.
“I’m not even sure this one’s a lesbian,” thought Marcia, wondering which babysitter had had her wicked way with her. “Maybe Lana paid her to say they’d done it, so she could get her husband the vacant house group leader’s position that is rightfully Connor’s.”
Now that the oldies had brought each other off, Marcia realised it was imperative that she climaxed under Lana ASAP. After all, they were meant to be the main event, while Charlene and Michelle comprised the undercard. She’d have to try a bit of fantasizing. If that didn’t work, then a spot of faking would be necessary.
Of all the images to enter Marcia’s mind, it was the one of Michelle’s hairy box that sparked her back into life. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself being led by a chain attached to a collar around her neck by a Michelle-like figure dressed in black PVC with an open crotch, wearing knee-length leather boots with long stiletto heels. That figure seated herself on a sort of throne and commanded Marcia to crawl up and get to work on her ample folds. Marcia duly obliged, urged on by the dominatrix’s hand which almost glued her to the sticky opening.
“Aw, fuck, I’m coming!” cried Marcia, who actually was, but only because she was thinking of Michelle’s meaty cunt.
“Oh, Connor, I’m coming too,” cried Lana, although how exactly she could manage to do that without diddling herself Marcia had no clue.
Chapter 15
Marcia was hoping she’d got away with it, but she was swiftly disabused of the notion. She had hoped that Michelle had been so absorbed in the treatment that she had been dishing out to and receiving from Charlene that she’d be exempted from the task of performing oral sex on Lana. She was desperate for her morning caffeine fix and wouldn’t have said no to bacon, eggs and waffles. Oh, yes, and a couple of hash browns, as long as they weren’t the frozen kind, which she couldn’t abide.
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