The Complete Corruption of a good Christian Girl

Jan 30, 2024

Jordan Zhou

This story is a recap of my multi-year relationship with Marie, who fell in love with a heathen (your's truly). This will begin with some backstory which will give context for the last time we hooked up, which was one of the best sexual experiences I've ever had.

We start 4 years prior to that meeting. I'm around 24, working a new job for only a year or so. This was a place that had yearly summer college interns, of which Marie was one. I can remember the first time I saw her walking towards my office: 5"6, coke bottle figure, walking with her shoulders back. She had thick, straight, shoulder length dirty blond hair. Big brown eyes and full lips. What killed me was her hip/waist ratio was real high, with thick thighs and a beautiful round ass (Betty Paige like).

Marie wasn't a knockout, but more like one of those gals that grows on you. Her normal attire was nice blouse and form fitting jeans (95% of the time), but if she ever dressed up, she received a lot of attention.

I was laser focused on her from the start and after a couple of interactions, we went on our first date. The vibes were immediate between us: I remember lots of laughing, followed by flirting. She was slow with details about herself, but eventually two things came out: She hadn't been out on many dates, never had a real boyfriend, and was very Christian. She grew up in the south, with west coast parents.

I was a very lapsed Catholic and had strong opinions on a lot of modern Christianity (non-believer). On a whole I believe that we were spurned by big bang chaos into an evolution to our own consciousness. Therefore, we had many theological and philosophical discussions. This also made me immediately think that our relationship possibilities would go nowhere, as I wasn't going to budge on my beliefs. No amount of New Coke Christianity will make me forget the taste of OG Coke Catholicism.

So I figured that we'd get to a un-crossable bridge and go our separate ways. What I didn't realize was how strong our attraction to each other was. Even though I wouldn't budge on my beliefs, she never went away. I believe now that what kept her around was her generally curiosity: I was the first guy she got real attention from and she had real chemistry with. She was a fish out of water, across the country on an internship and was away from the prying puritan eyes.

She had no sex life to speak of, so at every step it was the first time for her. It was a lot of making out and feeling up over her clothes at first, which she loved. As I said, she was a curious girl, so was slowly progressed along to the point where she started asking about oral sex in particular (both ways). This shocked me, but who am I to judge?

One day after a date night, I brought her back to my place, and after the initial fondling, she started curiously feeling my hard cock over my pants. I then moved my hand into hers and asked if I could taste it. Let me say there are fewer things more glorious in life than having the first taste of virgin pussy; watching her squirm with sensations she's feeling for the first time, eventually letting out an uncontrolled scream/moan; then have her say "Is it your turn now? I want to try". I slowly guided her into sucking my cock, which she got extremely good in record time. Openly giving a woman lessons on what works and what doesn't was extremely hot.

TBH, I was loathe to take her virginity before her internship ended as we would be parted for an unknown period of time and I wanted to break it off cleanly before she left. But you can only be progressively naked with someone so many times before it happens. As cliche as is sounds, one thing did lead to another. After it was over, she admitted "I just can't resist you."

​Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

Fast forward to 4 years later of an on again/off again mostly long distance relationship that is now coming to its end. However, unlike all of my previous relationships, we were still legitimate friends and she had no filter when it came to sharing about new relationships.

Remember, I was the only boyfriend she ever had, so when she started dating after me casual sex was something completely new to her. She confided in me a lot about navigating her dating pool, until the words "if you're hot for each other you can just sleep with him and let that be that, although don't tell the Marie from 4 years ago." came out of my mouth. She used it to slut shame other women when we first started dating and after that conversation she banged a guy on the hood of his car in the middle of a corn field. She responded with a wry smirk. Oh how things change…

With all of that said, let's present our main attraction:

It's close to my birthday, and Marie has given me a call to catch up. She's now living about 2 hours away, and has been dating her new boyfriend Glen for a couple months. I'm single.

On the phone, I mentioned that I was going to have a small birthday gathering at my place with close friends, whom she's also friends with.

"That sounds like fun. Can I come?" she responds, as if this wouldn't be an issue with her new boyfriend. When I state that, she says "Why would that be a problem? We've been broken up for 6 months. Glen and I wouldn't be together if we were still dating."

She was so matter of fact about it that I said "Sure you can come." She came, alright.

The night of my birthday arrives and she shows up a little late. She was wearing her normal attire: nice blouse and form fitting jeans, nothing sexy or out of the ordinary. She greets everyone and for a while I really believed that this was going to be strictly platonic. She's got a new boyfriend and we've moved on. She looked great: more confident and chill compared to when we first met. I kept my dirty thoughts about her tempered, as we're in a new place and I hate blue balls.

As I said before, she lived 2 hours away, so as it was getting late I asked if she was going to get on the road soon because of the long drive.

She looks at me with this look that only I, a man who dated her for years would know. This "little innocent me on the surface hiding my true naughty intentions " look:

"I thought I'd just sleep over here."

Me, incredulous: "Glen doesn't care ?!?!"

Her, barely hiding her shit eating grin: "He trusts me." Her face immediately turned red and she barely bit her bottom lip.

A wave of lust washed over me. To see innocent, formerly prim and proper Christian Marie displaying openly deceptive slutty behavior toward her new boyfriend was unbelievably hot.

It took about a half hour before we slipped into my bedroom. We attacked each other once the door shut, intensely making out while stripping down.

She quickly dropped to her knees, said "Happy Birthday " and took my rock hard meaty cock into her throat. She gagged a little while forcing herself down. This was as aggressive as I've ever seen her, immediately deep throating me, as if she wanted to give more than I wanted to receive.

All of this was such a shock, I started asking questions:

"When did you last fuck him?"

She stops and states "Yesterday, in the back of his SUV. He tells me that I'm the best sex he's had. He cums really fast a lot. He can't handle me riding or blowing him". She then puts one of my balls in her mouth, jacking my shaft, almost smiling while doing it, as if she was pleased with herself.

"And you wanted this when you asked if you could come to my party, didn't you?"

"Hehe, yeah. I missed you."

"You've turned into such a little slut!"

"Well, I know what I want. I wanted to give you a present. You gonna shut up and fuck me now?"

I cannot convey how both hearing the words and the "matter of fact" nature in the way she said them almost made me unload right there. I had to briefly take my cock out of her mouth and bite my tongue a little.

"What's the matter? Getting too close?" she stated with a demonic grin. She was in the process of getting completely naked and then getting on all fours. She has a lovely fat round ass and knew that doggy was my favorite.

I was so fired up and turned on that I impulsively smacked her ass harder than ever. She let out an actual scream, followed by a soft moan.

"Now FUCK ME!" she demanded.

By now, I was extremely turned on AND a little annoyed. After we were done, she admitted that she acted this way on purpose, as she wanted it more rough than we normally did. Apparently Glen wasn't as assertive as my default sex setting is, so she goaded me into laying into her.

I then proceeded to slow down and started teasing her. I took both of my hands and gathered her long, thick hair into a tight ponytail held with my strong hand. I gave it a yank as I started spanking her wet pussy with my rock hard, meaty cock.

"You like that? Tell me what you want?"

"Fuck me!!"

"Yeah, ‘Fuck me' is too easy. Such a formerly prim and proper Christian woman who's now cheating on her new boyfriend with her ex is a what??"

She's moaning and almost reticent to admit it. It was as if the Devil inside her had finally overcome the Angel. The Devil was just so much fun…

"A….slut?!?"

"Now tell me what you want and why you want it?"

"I want you to fuck me because I'm a slut?!?"

"Not quite. You planned fucking him yesterday, knowing that you could get me to rail you today. Made you feel powerful, knowing you could easily seduce two separate cocks at your disposal, didn't it?"

She moans ,"Yes!"

"And of course Glen trusts you, your little innocent Marie, who would never act like the trashy little slut, doesn't he?"

She's now smiling decadently "Yes, he does. Now…please…give it to me!"

"Tell me ‘Fuck my slutty cunt!', or I won't give it to you."

This was a line for her. The word ‘cunt' was worse than ‘fuck' to her. She knew that I knew this. If she wanted to play her little game, she had to get in the pig pen with the rest of the hedonists.

She slightly paused. She was so wet that a puddle had developed on the sheets, but she hadn't even touched the bed.

"Say it!"

"Oh…FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT, YOU ASSHOLE!!!!"

After that, the world became a blur. I remember a lot of sweat, pounding, her raw red ass from a lot of spanking, and her insistence on taking every load in her mouth.

For that, I purposely stood up, got her down on her knees, mouth open, tongue slightly out, as if she was about to receive communion.

To date, it is still my greatest sexual experience.

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