Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2023 11:15:09 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Little Rock Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F) Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Little Rock Girl By Jan I am the daughter of a very religious woman. She has always been a devout member of the 'Four Squair Church' founded by Aimee Semple McPherson. She was baptized by a traveling evangelical minister of the religion that had a tent revival just outside Little Rock. Arkansas. Mother protected me from all temptations. My father was a hardworking man than in truth was the picture of a beer drinking, redneck, bigot. Where mother was unaware that she also harbored the same racial prodigious as her husband. If she was accused of denying it vehemently. My mother instilled the fear of God in me. The preached to me that man was sinful and I should never allow any male touch my body inappropriately. I grew up afraid to even talk to my male classmates. As I reached the age of puberty, I heard my female classmates talking about the boys they had sex with and talked about how big their cocks were and them sucking each other's sex organs, and berated the boys that ejaculated prematurely. Hearing them both discussed me and aroused curiosity. Were these girls wicked or no? After all, even my mother expected me to marry as soon as I finished high school. If sex was so sinful, why should I eventually allow a man to do to me what my father must be doing to my saintly mother. I panicked when I had my first period. Iran to my mother and showed her my bloody underwear, because I thought something was wrong. Mother assured me that I was a woman now and could have babies. She stressed that I should avoid contact with boys from now on. I made sure I was never alone with any boys after that. Early in the spring there was another Tent revival in the area and Mother insisted that I go with her. It was a minister with a young wife delivering the fire and brimstone message to repent. After the revival