Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2013 13:57:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corrupting Christine (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, f/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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               Corrupting Christine
                       By
                      Jan

	My life changed very quickly when I was about
seventeen-years-old.  My family was very religious in
the truest since of the word.  They really believed
everything that their fundamental church professed.
They never did or said anything that would
compromise their religious values.

	Even thought my parents slept in the same bed,
I never suspected that they had sex with each other.
When my mother had to sit down with me, and explain
the facts of life to me, before I freaked out when
my body entered puberty, I could not even picture my
mother indulging in such a gross activity.

	My parents insisted on home schooling me to
insure that I would not be exposed to contradictory
opinions, such as creationism vs. evolution, liberal
human rights vs. passage of laws that dictate legal
limits of sexual conduct acceptable in the bedroom.

	They always supported any candidate running
for public office, as long as they espoused moral
agendas, regardless if their economic policies.  They
never considered that these same politicians insured
that business could do anything they like regardless
if it bankrupted the national economy.  I never
doubted their beliefs being right.  When I was faced
with contradictory opinions I assumed that my
parents knew best.

	They reluctantly sent me off to college, but had
sent me to the Four Square College next to Echo
Lake, California, founded by Aimee Simple
McPherson.  Not that we were members of that
church, but they didn't believed all of the bad press
about Aimee.  There were rumors of her having
affairs, late in her career she disappeared for more
than a week.  When she reappeared she claimed to
have been kidnapped, and escaped, walked across a
desert for days.  The problem in her story was that
she showed no signs of exposure.  She was not
dehydrated, not sunburned, or even blisters on her
feet.  The rumor was that she was shacked-up with a
lover someplace in San Diego.

	Sinclair Lewis was reputed to have based the
book Elmer Gantry on Aimee and her husband.  Burt
Lancaster played the part in the movie.  Jean
Simmons part was a thinly veiled character of Aimee.

	The college is just above Echo Lake, and
bounded by Sunset Blvd. Park Ave. Echo Park Ave. and
Glendale Blvd.  The sanctuary is located on the
northeast corner of Park Ave. and Glendale Ave.  In a
quarter round structure with old discarded braces,
crutches, and wheel chairs in the lobby showcases.
When I moved into the dorm I was welcomed by the
other girls.  I felt comfortable with the girls on my
floor, because we had so many things in common.

	Of course being away from home for the first
time was a traumatic experience for me.  At first I
stayed close to the dorm, but eventually I ventured
out with a couple of girls I had made close friends
with.  Slowly I became aware that most of the girls
going to school there were not really interested in an
education, as much as looking for a husband.  I slowly
became aware that some of the faculty was not as
religious as they professed to be.  There were rumors
about a couple of male teachers giving out grades in
exchange for sexual favors.  There were also rumors
about a couple of female faculty members that were
seducing girls.

	It was during the height of the Hippie era when
I was in college.  A casual walk around Sunset Blvd
exposed me to creepy homeless people, street walking
hookers, and half dressed Hippies.  I was both
shocked and felt sorry for the girls, because they
wore long thin see-through skirts, hand embroidered
vest that exposed their naked breasts, and wore
flowers woven into their scraggly hair.  They
panhandled for money to eat, while preaching free
love.  The funny thing was these stupid girls were
panhandling for boyfriends that were too lazy to
work for themselves.

	It was a turbulent time there were antiwar
demonstrations against the Vietnam War on a public
park next to the Loa Angles police academy in hopes
that they would bring out the cadets that would
overreact to witnessing them smoking pot and spiting
on them, so that they could net themselves on the
evening news being pummeled by the police.

	I became disillusioned with many of the things
my parents and teachers had being teaching me while
everything around me confirmed that they didn't
practice what they preached.

	I witnessed faculty flirting with students.
There was a scandal when one of the male teachers
was caught buggering one of the male students.
There was one female teacher that was far too
friendly with the girls.  I witnessed her touching
some of the girl inappropriately.  I avoided being
around that teacher.  I still like to wonder around
taking pictures with my little instamatic camera.

	I often took pictures to send home to my
parents.  In those days there was a little booth on
Glendale Blvd.  It was painted yellow and blue with
red lettering proclaiming it a "Photo Mate one day
developing."  There was an attractive Mexican girl
that worked in the booth, wearing a bilious red and
yellow dress and billed cap.  We always exchanged
pleasant greeting when I was delivering rolls of
exposed film or picking up prints.  We even got to
know each other's names, hers was Etta, and I told
her my name was Lilith.  One afternoon I arrived at
the booth just as she was turning the booth over to
another girl.

	She invited me to get a bite to eat on Sunset
Blvd.  She owned an old beat up Volkswagen, in was in
dire need of a paintjob, and the seats were tattered
and broken down.  A spring was poking me in the butt.
She drove us to a McDonalds.  While we were eating
she invited me to a party.  I was curious about her
and the party, so I accepted her offer.

	She insisted that I accompany her home so that
she could change clothes.  She had a simple little
apartment that was nothing more than a converted
garage with a simple bathroom, and kitchenette.
There was no privacy, and there was nothing shy
about her.  She stripped off her clothes in front of
me.  I was embarrassed to witness her change
clothes.  When she was totally naked she lifted her
breasts and massaged them, and even rubbed her
pussy in front of me before she put on fresh bra and
panties and put on a party dress.  She recognized just
how uncomfortably embarrassed I was.  She
apologized by saying, "I come from a family of eight
children, so modesty was impossible.  I grew up seeing
all manner of nudity.  I never considered that my
nudity might offend or embarrass someone."

	"Would you like to put on some of my clothes to
go to the party?"

	I was aware that my dress was old fashioned
and would be inappropriate for a party in most
situations.  I reluctantly accepted her offer, at the
same time I felt excited by my small rebellion from
my teachings.

	She gave me a dress that she thought would
flatter my white skin along with hosiery and black
pumps.  I felt sinfully exposed with such a short skirt
on.  She admired what I looked like before suggesting
that we head for the party.

	She drove us to a house in a community called
Atwater alongside the Los Angeles River.  All of the
party goers were female, and most of them were
Mexican.  There were just a few Caucasians.  Etta
introduced me to the hostess and most of the other
girls.  The music was loud and the girls were dancing
with each other. The girls were drinking and smoking,
which made me feel uneasy.

	Etta offered me a hand rolled cigarette, which
I tried to refuse, but Etta insisted that I take a
puff.  When I took hold of it, she instructed me to
take a drag and hold it in my lungs as long as possible.

	I didn't like the smell, and I sputtered several
times before I coughed up the smoke.  At first I
didn't feel any different.  It took awhile before I
felt the change.  I felt detached from my body and it
seemed like it got darker.  It was a pleasant feeling.
I was able to get involved with the party without
guild.

	I witnessed girls kissing each other while they
were dancing.  They were rubbing their bodies against
each other very erotically.  Witnessing such behavior
didn't repulse me at all.  When Etta stood behind me
and wrapped her arms around me protectively, I felt
comfortable.  She kissed me on the neck, when I
turned my head she kissed me on the mouth.  I felt
no shame or guilt.

	Her hand came around my body and cupped my
small breasts.  I almost wet my panties, because of
the feelings she was making me feel.  I did look
around at the other partygoers because of
embarrassment.  Only the other girls were not paying
any attention to Etta and me, because they were
doing far more to each other.

	I witnessed girls sucking on each other's tits,
and a couple of girls were on their knees sucking
pussies.  Normally I would have been horrified by the
sight of such ungodly activity, but at that moment I
actually felt myself cum.

	Etta led me to a bedroom when she laid me on a
rumpled bed, and removed my panties.  I didn't resist
her when she knelt by the bed to eat my pussy.  She
could tell how wet I was, and lapped up the juices
seeping from my pussy.  I clung to her thick dark hair
while I rode her face through another cum.

	I lost track of time during that period.  I was
aware of Etta taking off her party dress and sitting
on my face.  The course pubic hair scrapped my face
like sandpaper, as she ground her pussy and brown
asshole against my mouth and nose.

	While she was doing that I felt a second mouth
on my pussy.  I could believe that there was another
girl eating my pussy.  I never even saw her, or found
out who she was.  At some point I fell asleep.

	When I woke up it was quiet and cool.  I looked
for my clothes and got dressed.  I wondered
throughout the house looking for Etta.  I was hungry
and feeling guilty.  The only way I can describe my
feelings were paranoia.  I was feeling like I was
marked forever.  I thought everyone would be able to
tell what I had done, and would shun me from the
church.

	I found Etta in the kitchen smoke a normal
cigarette with another Mexican girl.  They were both
naked sitting at an old wooden table.  When she saw
me she held out her hand, when I took it, she pulled
me to her, and put her arm around my waist.  She
kissed me on the mouth.

	I pleaded, "Please take me home?"

	She agreed and gathered up her clothes.  She
was driving us back to her home when she mentioned,
"I'm hungry."

	I was hungry too, so she stopped at little
Mexican restaurant.  She ordered for us Burritos
with re-fried beans and Spanish rice.  We had coffee
with our meal.  I did have a little trouble getting my
fork into my mouth with the food still on it.  We
found my un-coordination humors.

	We eventually made it to her house.  We fell
asleep together on her bed fully clothed.  We slept
well passed noon the next day.

	When I woke up I was terribly embarrassed by
my conduct the previous night.  I tried to get up
without waking up Etta, but no such luck.

	She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me
back down.  She kissed me on the mouth and
whispered, "Let's take a shower together, and I will
take you back to school before I have to go to work?"

	I was absolutely ashamed of myself, but I took
a shower with Etta.  She washed my body for me.  I
felt a steering when she touched my small breasts,
and actually came when she washed my pussy.  After
we were dressed she delivered me back to the
campus.

	I made my way back to my dorm room.  I
showered all over.  Then I changed clothes.  I let like
I was branded with a big L, for lesbian as I passed
other students in the halls.  Guilt made me virtually
hide in my room when not at classes.

	My withdrawal drew the attention of more than
one teacher.  The one that was reputed to be a
lesbian was the first one to call me aside after class,
and ask me what my problem was.  She led me to the
faculty lounge, where she locked the door from the
inside before confronting me.

	I broke down and confessed that I believed
that I had fallen from grace!

	She pressed me for details that made me think
I was unworthy.

	Slowly I related to going to a lesbian pot party
and actually enjoyed what happened.  I thought she
would be shocked by my revelation.

	Ms. Evens didn't even bat an eye.  "Honey one
night of debauchery does not make you a sinner!  No
one will ever know about what you did, if you don't tell
them."

	I started crying like a baby.  She took me in her
arms and cradled me against her breasts.  She had
massive breasts that were bigger than my head.
With the side of my face pressed against her right
breast I could feel her nipple against my cheek.  I
felt guilty for the feelings being stirred in my loins.

	Ms. Evens assured me that sex was actually a
normal desire for anyone.  Drugs would not make me
an addict having sampled pot one time.  She even
confessed that he had indulged in recreational use of
pot in her college days, with a laugh.

	She even placed her hand on one of my breasts
and squeezed it.  I felt an instant rush of tingling in
my pussy.  (I wondered if all the stories about Ms.
Evens were true.)  When she kissed me on the mouth,
there was no doubt as far as I was concerned.  The
only question was should I resist her advance?

	When she placed her hand on my crotch, all
resistance was lost.  I didn't resist when she lifted
my dress up to expose my simple white panties.  She
rubbed the moist fabric.  She stopped long enough to
smell her fingers, before she unbuttoned her blouse,
and lifted her bra over the top of her breasts.

	I saw that her areolas were no larger than the
size of a quarter.  The nipples were no larger than my
own.  I did admire the size and shape of her breasts.

	She lifted one and offered it to me.  My mouth
watered, so I opened my mouth, and allowed her to
place the nipple in my mouth.  I started sucking
greedily.  I also grasped the other tit.  While I was
busy with her breasts, she stroked my panties again.

	It didn't require much effort to pull the worn
and stretched elastic legs opening to one side to
expose my unshaven pussy.  She brushed aside the
moist pubic hair to get at my wet labia.  She delved
her fingers into my pussy, and moaned when she
found my hymen intact.  She placed me on the leather
arm of a couch and went down on me.  She ate my
pussy like a starving person.  She didn't stop until I
whined out as I came.  Without so much as a request
she stood up and pulled up her skirt and tucked it into
the waistband before she pulled her panties down.

	I saw that her brown pubic hair was not a thick
as Etta's, and it was unshaven.  She stood there in
front of me with her legs spread shoulder width.  She
did say anything, but I knew what she wanted.

	I knelt in front of her, and as I placed my
mouth on her pussy, she took hold of my hair, and
draped a leg over my right shoulder.  I ate her pussy
for what seemed like a lift time before she shook her
head back and forth as she whispered, "You did a
great job honey!  We have to do this again!"

	We straightened up our clothes washed our
faces in the sink before she unlocked the door.

	A couple of girls must have seen us entering or
leaving the lounge.  That night after bedtime they
visited my room, and confronted me about being alone
with Ms. Evens.  Of course I denied anything going on.
They laughed, "Christine she taught us about sex too!
We like it, don't you?"

	I was reluctant to admit that I like sex, but
when one of them placed her hand on my cunt she
proclaimed, "She is wet!"

	With that the two of them pulled me from my
room before my roommate came back from the
library.  They took me to their room where they
undressed me.  One sat on my face while the other
one ate my pussy.  Before I returned to my room I
ate both of their pussies and sat on their faces.

	It was a week or more before I made it back to
the Photo-mat.  Etta flashed me a big smile when she
saw me approaching.  After I gave her a roll of film,
she invited me into the booth.  We talked awhile
before she kissed me and felt my breasts.  Then she
pushed me down to the floor under the desk.  She
lifted her skirt up to show me that she had no panties
on.  She covered my head as I went down on her.  I
heard cars pull up and she exchanged film for prints,
made change.  The whole time I was eating her pussy.
I must have made her cum four or five times before
she let me up.

	I was still talking to her when Ms. Evens came
driving up to the booth.  She greeted the two of us
with a big smile.  She had a roll of film in one of their
yellow and red mailers.  There was the normal
exchange of money and the receipt, before she asked
Etta and me if we would like to visit her Silver Lake
home.  Etta informed her about what time she would
get off work.  Ms. Evens simply said, "My address is
on the envelope" and drove away.

	Etta looked at me and asked, "Do you want to
go?"

	I as well past worrying about whether I was a
lesbian or not, "Sure...let's go!"

	I hung around and even bought us iced drinks
from the supermarket.  As soon as she was relieved,
we drove to the address of Ms. Evens' home.  It was
impressive, because it may have been located on
those old narrow streets from the twenties, but the
home actually overlooked the Silver Lake from the
back of the house.  We had dinner served in the
family room with a picture window.  We ate dinner as
the darkness settled over the valley.  We had wine
while <s. Evens put the dishes in the washer.

	When Ms. Evens returned she removed her
apron and joined us in a glass of wine.



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