Corrupted, Part 7

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CORRUPTED

7.	Epilogue.

   Two weeks later, Gwen was fixing supper in her kitchen.  As always now, a
lit cigarette rested between her lips while she worked.

   Connie came in.  Walking up to Gwen, she gave her an affectionate pat on
the ass.

   "Hey, babe," Connie cooed.  "Have a good day at work?"

   Gwen dragged hard before removing the cigarette from her lips.  She turned
and planted her mouth on Connie's.  They shared a brief, smoky kiss.

   "My day was fine," she sighed happily.  "God, Connie, I'm so glad you moved
in here with us!  It was dumb for you to stay at your dad's big old house.
I'm much happier having you here with Don and me all the time."

   "Yeah, me, too," Connie agreed, reaching for the pack of Marlboro Lights
100's on the counter and taking one for herself.  She lit up.  "Will Donnie be
home tonight?"

   "No, I don't think so," Gwen replied, with her cigarette back between her
lips.  "It's just the two of us alone this evening," she added, her eyes
sparkling.

   "Well, that's not all bad, Gwen dear," teased the blond girl.

   Suddenly there was a knock on the front door.  Connie went to open it.  It
was Gwen's friend Judy Nelson.

   "Hi, Connie.  Can I come in?"

   "Yeah, sure, Judy.  Gwen's in the kitchen fixing supper."

   Judy made a beeline for the kitchen.  "Gwen, I'm sorry to interrupt you.
But we have to talk."

   Gwen had just dished up two plates.  She smiled.  "Why don't you join us,
Judy?" she asked.  "It's just a chicken casserole, but you're welcome to it."

   Judy accepted, and the three women sat down to eat together.

   "Things are out of control," Judy began tensely.  "I appreciated you having
Don talk to Phil the other day.  But mostly things got worse, not better.
Ever since then Phil's been even more controlling.  He orders me around now
worse then ever!"

   Gwen shot Connie a knowing look.  "Oh really?  God, that's too bad," she
sarcastically muttered.  She tried to hide her smile.  The plan she and Don
concocted was working!

   Judy sighed as she sampled the chicken casserole.  "Yeah, it's awful.
Connie, perhaps Gwen didn't tell you this, but after she and I got together a
couple weeks back, I started smoking again.  But when Phil found out, at first
he absolutely hit the roof."

   "Yeah, Gwen told me," Connie smiled.  "That's why she suggested Don talk to
Phil."

   "Right," Judy nodded.  "And it did help with the smoking thing.  Phil now
lets me smoke in the house."  She sighed.  "I've been smoking a lot more.
Once I started again, I couldn't help it.  No one at church knows, of course,
but I'm up to a pack a day."

   "Damn, that's a fuckin' shame," Gwen smirked insincerely.  "Shit Judy,
you're almost as degenerate as Connie and me."  She hadn't finished her food,
but she reached for her cigarettes and lit up another Marlboro Light 100
before her next bite.  "Really, though, Judy, I'm glad you're smoking all the
time.  It's a good sign, to be honest.  Rebellion's good for you."

   Judy startled seeing her friend smoking while she ate.  "Oh my God, Gwen!
Do you actually smoke while you eat?"

   "I smoke all the time, Judy," Gwen smugly announced, exhaling while she
chewed.  "Really, you should try it.  It's great if you're stressed, and you
look super stressed right now."

   Judy sighed and reached into her purse.  She silently got out a Marlboro
Light 100.  Gwen offered her a light.  "Thanks," Judy acknowledged after an
initial hit.  "Hey, it is nice, isn't it?"  She released a plume of smoke into
the air.

   "Sure it's nice," Connie agreed, lighting up herself before going back to
her own food.  "Smoking's always nice.  So, if Phil's letting you smoke at
home, what's the problem, Judy?"

   "I'm going nuts.  I can't believe I'd tell you this, but ever since Phil
broke his leg, we haven't had sex, not once.  We always did it four or five
times a week.  Not having sex is making me fuckin' crazy.  Phil says he can't
because of his leg, and I understand, I guess, but I'm so unbelievably horny."
She dragged franticly on her cigarette.  "I don't know what to do.  It's
stressing me out, which only makes me want to smoke more.  Then, to top it
off, today I found Rachel, my thirteen year old, smoking.  I guess my smoking
made her curious, and apparently she's been sneaking my cigarettes.  Shit.  I
screamed at her, of course, but Rachel just screamed back.  She called me a
hypocrite.  God, Gwen, I don't know what to do," she whimpered.  "My 13 year
old's smoking, I'm smoking too much, and I'm not getting anything in bed!"

   Gwen and Connie exchanged triumphant glances.  Unbeknownst to Judy, Don had
already won Phil over, and now Phil was purposely making his wife crazy, with
the hope that soon Gwen would corrupt Judy like Connie did her.  It was time
to drop the hammer.

   "Look, Judy," Gwen began dispassionately.  "About Rachel?  Don't worry
about it.  Every kid experiments with shit like smoking and drinking.  What's
the big deal?  It's not the end of the world.  You know what I mean?  Either
Rachel will smoke or she won't; but there's not a damn thing you can do about
it.  So my advice?  Give that one a rest.  To be honest, I wouldn't mind if
Rachel ended up just like you, Judy.  I think it's great she's smoking.  Good
for Rachel!"  She hit on her cigarette and went on.  "As for the sex thing,
well, I think Connie and I can help you there."

   "You can?  What do you mean?"

   Gwen leered at her.  She held her cigarette between her fingers, with her
wrist cocked daintily beside her face.  "Look, Judy, honey, I know all about
being horny.  I'm the queen of horny myself.  But all's not lost.  There are
lots of other ways to get sexual satisfaction, other than having your
husband's cock stuck in your hole."

   Judy gasped in horror at her friend's graphic description.  "Gwen!"

   "Oh come on, Judy," Gwen laughed, pausing for a drag on her cigarette.
"Don't get prudish on me.  One of the great things about ditching our church's
stupid repressed sexual ethic is that you get to experiment and try new
things."  She grinned through her exhale.  "With Connie I've had a chance to
try new things sexually.  Maybe you'd like us to show you?"

   "God, I don't know," Judy fumbled.  "I'm not sure.  Do you mean
masturbation?"

   Connie slid her chair next to Judy's.  "Playing with yourself is great,
Judy, of course, and you should definitely do that, too.  But no, that's not
what Gwen means.  You see, a woman can do things for another woman that no man
can do."  She began to move her finger up and down Judy's leg.  "We know what
feels good to us, things that really satisfy.  Men just want to shove their
cocks inside us and fuck.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not down on that.  In
fact, I love it.  But we can do so much more for each other."  She continued
moving her finger over Judy's leg.  Her other hand raised her cigarette to her
lips for a long, sumptuous drag.  "If you let us, Judy, Gwen and I can show
you how to find sexual release, real sensual satisfaction, right now.  What do
you say?"  Waiting for the answer, Connie released a luxurious exhale.

   Judy groaned.  The feeling of Connie's fingers on her thigh was electric.
"Oh God, Gwen, is this what you meant when you said smoking's only the tip of
the iceberg insofar as being corrupted is concerned?"

   "Uh-huh," Gwen nodded serenely.  Putting her cigarette in her mouth, she
moved toward her friend.  She began rubbing Judy's shoulders in ever-expanding
circles, and with each circle, her hands moved closer to Judy's breasts.
Meanwhile, Connie continued massaging her thigh.  "Smoking's just the tip of
the iceberg.  I've become a very, very bad girl, Judy.  But believe me,
there's only one thing better than being corrupted.  It's getting to corrupt
someone else, to introduce them to it."  Still rubbing with her one hand, she
removed her cigarette, leaned over and kissed Judy on the cheek.  "I think you
want to be corrupted just like me," she whispered softly, nibbling tenderly on
her friend's ear.  "Don't you?  Isn't that right, honey?"

   Judy moaned.  "Oh God, I don't know -."  She involuntarily shivered as
Gwen's fingers finally reached her breasts.  A shock wave ran through her
entire body.  "Oh, fuck!"

   "Shh," Gwen whispered.  She held up her cigarette to Judy's mouth.
Obediently her friend dragged on it and inhaled some smoke.  In the meantime
Connie's fingers reached Judy's crotch.  Gwen removed the cigarette, leaned
in, and put her lips on her friend's.  Judy didn't even try to avoid the
moment.  They kissed gently, and Gwen received the smoke as Judy exhaled.

   "Good girl, Judy," Gwen sighed happily.  "Or should I say, bad girl?"  She
laughed.  Her hands were completely covering Judy's breasts.  She squeezed
them while Connie's fingers worked her crotch.  "This is what you need, honey.
You can't get this kind of stimulation at church.  It's so deliciously
degenerate.  But don't you worry.  You'll love it, and Connie and I will teach
you everything you need to know about this wonderful corruption!"

   Judy's sexual inhibitions finally let go.  She impulsively grabbed Gwen and
began recklessly kissing her.  Gwen responded happily, kissing back and
fueling the desperate passion of her friend's frantic embrace.  "Oh yeah,
Judy, that's it.  Let it all out.  Let it go.  This is why Don told Phil to be
mean to you, so you'd come to us and finally break free.  Phil wants you to be
corrupted, just like us.  You'll learn it's so good to be bad!"  She kissed
her again.  "By the time we're done, honey, you'll be just like us, and you'll
never want to go back to church again, ever, except maybe to find our next
convert.  Don't you agree?"

   Judy nodded breathlessly.  Yeah, Gwen was right.  By now Connie had her
skirt off, and her fingers were hard at work inside Judy's panties.
Meanwhile, Gwen was shamelessly caressing her breasts and repeatedly planting
smoky kisses on her neck.  Judy groaned with pleasure.  God, Gwen was _so_
right!  She didn't want to go back to church.  No, this was much better.  None
of them ever wanted to go back.  They were all corrupted now, and they loved
it!

THE END

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