Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2013 13:57:08 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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