From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Subject: GrlsPet 1/7 "Girls's School Pet"
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WARNING: This story is fiction and should be treated as such. The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further. I am not the author. I don't have the talent. I can only be the "TheEditor."
Girl's School Pet
Chapter 1
Arm in arm the two girls came skipping gaily down the path, their
faces radiant with youthful exuberance. At first glance they seemed to
look alike, despite the fact that one was blonde and the other dark, but
on closer examination it became evident that it was only their beauty that
matched them.
The blonde girl was a little taller, her lushly curved body a little
fuller. Big blue eyes helped set off her creamy pink complexion, and all
in all she gave off an aura of beaten gold, fresh rose petals and rich
cream.
Her companion was smaller and more slender but in some way looked
even more lushly developed. Perhaps it was the sinuous and sensual way
her body was formed, with high upstanding breasts thrusting out proudly
from a graceful torso that bloomed out again into tightly rounded hips
above long slender legs. Her hair was made up of rich dark tones hard to
define, perhaps a little more black than brown and matched by the smoky
color of her eyes. With her, one would think of night and heat and warm
passionate embraces.
"Oh, what a day, what a glorious day," the dark one said. "You know
what a day like this makes me think of? It makes me think of making love
out on the grass under the trees. Of having some big strong man pinning
me down to the ground while he ravishes my defenseless young body." And
then she laughed gaily.
"Oh, Penny," her blonde friend said with a rosy blush. "Any kind of
weather makes you think about sex. Sometimes I wonder if you think about
anything else."
"Of course not," Penny replied. thinking about anything else would
be a waste of time. Victoria Bennett, if you weren't such a prude you'd
know what I'm talking about. Whoever heard of anyone in this day and age
still being a virgin at eighteen? Doesn't this glorious day do something
for you? Doesn't it make you tingle inside ... right down here?" And
Penny lewdly pointed her finger to where her tightly molded pants cut into
the soft swelling of her pubic mound.
Victoria Bennett blushed again and decided not to say anything this
time. Instead she looked around her and saw that it was indeed a
beautiful day. Both she and her friend, Penny Collins were taking a short
cut across the campus of the small California girls' college where they
were students and roommates. It would have been hard to find a more
perfect setting for a college, high up on cliffs that jutted starkly from
the blue Pacific below. The whole campus was set in a forest of feathery
eucalyptus trees dotted with occasional patches of dwarf oak. Innumerable
small paths criss-crossed through the trees and the two girls were walking
on one of them now, heading towards their next class in one of the
scattered clusters of buildings. The campus was broken up into many small
sections so that it would have a rural, almost wild air instead of the
usual congested concrete vistas of the average modern college campus.
The month was November and the summer heat was finally over.
Victoria thought to herself that the winters here were usually much nicer
since it never really did get that cold and the fresh autumn air swept
away the moist summer haze and let one see practically forever. The two
girls were approaching the top of a small rise now and the ocean came into
view, a deep glittering blue in the clear air with the horizon etched
sharply against the sky. Looking in the other direction, inland, the
delighted blonde girl could clearly make out the distant mountains
tumbling over one another in wave after wave of muted purples and blues.
Further down the coast it was possible to see the surf crumbling in
brilliant white foam against the base of the ocher cliffs. Blue and white
and brown and violet and green, and the delicious feel of the tangy salt
air sweeping in from the sea, perhaps from as far away as Japan ...
Victoria's reverie was shattered by a delighted whoop from Penny.
"Hey, look at old Ben Wright! I think that old bastard has a hard-on
again." Despite herself, Victoria's eyes followed Penny's pointing finger
and focused on the familiar shambling figure of Ben Wright, the campus
watchman. As usual he had his huge German shepherd, Prince, with him.
Together the two made up the entire security force of the girls' college,
all that was needed owing to its isolated location. Victoria tried to
keep her gaze from running down Ben's heavy body to where his trousers
pushed out lewdly just below his belt as he stood raptly watching two
mini-clad coeds passing by, swinging their pert young hips as if they knew
he was watching.
"It's really something that he can still get it up at his age," Penny
laughed. Ben was only fifty but to the girls on campus he seemed
impossibly old, almost a Methuselah. "You know, it's kind of cruel, the
old guy working here with all these girls around, not being able to touch
them. Maybe some of us should get up a collection ‹-- a cunt collection
‹-- and do something about his problem. God, would you look at the size
of that bulge!" Penny exclaimed in growing awe as she continued to stare
at the front of Ben's pants. A cold calculating look came into her eyes.
"Maybe I should form a little private charity myself," she mused out
loud. "I'm getting tired of the boys around here with their wham, bam,
thank-you-ma'am tricks. Unless old Wright has a thermos bottle hidden
inside his pants he's got just what little Penny needs."
"Oh, Penny!" Victoria suddenly exploded. "Sometimes I get so sick of
the way you talk. You could turn anything into sex. You leave Mr. Wright
alone. He's a nice man ... and you ... you ..." Victoria suddenly
realized that there were tears in her eyes and that she wanted to be
anywhere but here. Penny was standing staring at her friend, shocked into
silence by the unexpected outburst, and before the surprised girl could
say a word, her blonde roommate ran off quickly down the path. Penny
stood in indecision a moment, wondering if she should go after Victoria,
but then a little tickle of anger started inside her and she swore softly
to herself while shrugging her shoulders.
"Just typical virgin hysteria," she muttered. "What that girl needs
is to get laid." Then the precocious teenager walked quietly on toward
her next class, taking one last glance at Ben Wright and Prince. Those
two are probably the only two real males on campus, Penny mused to
herself. Boys were fun --- good to break in on ‹-- but men were so much
better ... and sometimes she wished she were a female dog ‹-- just
looking at Prince made her feel that way. He was a beautiful animal,
sleek and powerful with a large handsome head, and that was really some
cock he had hanging under his hairy belly. With a shrug of her shoulders,
the beautiful dark-haired girl put Ben and his dog out of her mind, for
she was already planning her night's debauchery.
Chapter 2
About eight o'clock that same night Victoria Bennett was slowly
walking back to the room she shared with Penny, returning from an evening
class and pleased that the night was warm. That was one of the strange
things here, she thought to herself. The breeze died down in the evenings
and it was often warmer than in the day. Victoria found she was quite
comfortable wearing only a sweater and short skirt.
A troubled look came over the blonde girl's beautiful face as she
took the path that would lead her back to her room That whole business of
this afternoon still troubled her and she knew it would be a little
embarrassing when she had to face Penny. She hadn't seen her dark-haired
roommate since they had parted in a huff earlier in the day. What had
happened anyhow? Even though Victoria found her more knowledgeable
friend's speech and manner a little shocking at times, she was very fond
of the other girl, knowing she had no meanness or cruelty in her heart at
all. it was just that she was so totally devoted to sensual pleasures, a
complete sybarite.
That was understandable to the young blonde coed, because she was
human herself. And if she still carefully guarded her virginity, it was
more from a standpoint of caution than any kind of inbred frigidity. No,
she could understand some of the emotions that moved Penny even if she
disapproved of the girl's actions. After all, who was she to throw
stones, Victoria thought a little guiltily, as she remembered the lustful
storms of bottled-up passion that swept over her from time to time. For
more than two years now there had been no other way to still the desperate
cravings that periodically wracked her developing body but to ...
Victoria's innocent young mind could not even form the forbidden word
"masturbate", although vivid images shot through her mind of the lewd way
she satisfied herself time after time with her own fingers. With a little
shiver the beautiful young student put these thoughts from her mind,
knowing that if she continued to think this way she would end up going
back to the room to once again search out the forbidden gratification.
Maybe it had been Penny's obscene comments about Ben Wright that had
so upset her. Victoria liked the campus cop and had had several quiet
conversations with him. Despite his mature age, Ben seemed awkward and
shy around girls, almost as if he were some young teenage boy about to ask
for his first date.
Not much was known for certain about Ben, but rumors abounded, most
of them too preposterous to believe. Some of the more romantic girls like
to believe that Ben had been shattered by an early tragic life and had
chosen to live out the remainder of his life in simple poverty,
accompanied only by his dog and his memories. But the most persistent and
believable stories were those that claimed that many years before Ben had
been a promising young literature professor and poet, but that a drinking
problem had brought him to ruin. A drinking problem and an unfortunate
tendency to seduce the younger and prettier girls in his classes.
Supposedly he had finally got pregnant the daughter of an influential and
wealthy University Trustee and that meant the end of his career as a
teacher. Yet Ben had been unable to leave campus life completely and had
supposedly drifted from one college to another performing menial jobs.
His past was mostly forgotten now and this job as watchman at Seaside
College was the best he'd found in a long time. If Ben drank now,
Victoria thought to herself, he must do it pretty secretly. Sometimes he
did seem to walk a little strangely, with a funny look on his face, but
that was mostly late in the evenings and on weekends.
Ben must have been a really handsome man at one time, the young girl
thought. His hair, even though gray, was still fairly thick and traces of
what must have been its original deep brown color showed through. Even
though his body was a little heavy, it was the heaviness of a big man, not
a fat one, and the way he sometimes moved, especially if the day was nice
and he was feeling good, hinted at the grace and style that must have been
his before the alcohol ruined him. That ruin showed mostly in his face,
which was heavily lined and bore a gaunt, haunted look. His mind seemed
to have been burned out a little also, so that his speech would ramble
from time to time. But all in all he was a gentle man and young Victoria
had found a special place in her heart for him. Somewhere deep inside
herself she knew she liked this relationship because it was safe. All of
the innocent young girl's natural cravings drew her toward men, her
awakened hormones building an appreciation into her vibrant young senses
for the deep sound of a masculine voice, the virile odor, the size and
power of males. Victoria instinctively knew that if she let herself go
she would find herself helplessly wanting to be made love to, and she was
frightened of that.
That's why it was safe with Ben. How could anyone her age imagine
making love to an old, ruined man like Ben Wright? And that was the
reason for her friendship with the older man and perhaps also the reason
she had so stupidly blown up when Penny had made her disturbing remark
about Ben's ... condition. Victoria didn't want anyone reminding her
about that other aspect to Ben's maleness that she had carefully screened
from her mind.
These thoughts were still running through the confused young girl's
head as she approached the dormitory where she and Penny lived with some
twenty other girls, a small wooden building in a eucalyptus grove. To get
to her room it was necessary to go around to the back of the building.
She and Penny had been lucky enough to get the most secluded room in the
dorm. Not only did they have a private entrance but the whole back wall
of the room was made up of sliding glass doors that opened out onto a
small lawn ringed by trees. Victoria noticed as she passed that the
drapes were drawn over the windows, which was strange, because Penny was
something of an exhibitionist and would often undress with the drapes wide
open, saying that no one ever came back behind the building anyhow, so why
worry. Penny seemed to be home, since there was the dim glow of a light
shining through the curtains.
The young blonde entered an outside door and stepped into a narrow
hall that made two sharp turns before it finally ended before the door of
her room. She was just reaching for the knob, trying to decide how she
would act with Penny when she suddenly froze in shock.
My God, was that a moan she had just heard inside?
The startled girl stood for a moment, frozen into immobility, then
suddenly heard it again.
"Oooooohhhhh," the tortured sound floated out from behind the door in
front of her, and it was unmistakably Penny's voice! Lurid images of her
good friend injured, raped, stricken by some horrible illness flashed
through Victoria's mind and she had just broken her reverie and was
starting to rush into the room when she heard Penny's voice once again.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jimmy, it feels so good. Suck it harder, stick your
tongue up my cunt and make me cum."
A bright flush mounted to Victoria's ivory cheeks as she heard these
lewd words coming from her friend's lips just a few feet away. Her
roommate had a boy in there and it must be that awful Jimmy Philips who
was always smirking at the girls on campus. Victoria detested him because
of the way he would often undress her with his eyes, making her feel naked
in front of everybody. And now he was in her room, the room she shared
with Penny, doing something awful and obscene to her roommate that she
could only guess at. The horrified young girl wanted at that moment to
get back into the clean night air and was backing slowly down the hall
when she heard Penny moan out again.
"God, lick me until I can't stand it anymore and then stick your
beautiful cock in me and fill me with cum." Victoria could actually hear
Penny panting through the door, her breathing ragged and uneven, giving
little choking whimpers like a suffering animal. To her further horror,
Victoria found herself unable to move, a kind of tingling numbness
stealing over her legs so that she could only stand there in the hall
listening to the lewd exciting sounds coming from the other side of the
door while her mind formed wild images of what must be going on in that
room.
Penny was probably naked, Victoria reasoned, her beautiful body
spread in some lewd posture on the bed and maybe Jimmy was naked too,
crouched above her, his tousled blond head buried between Penny's slender
writhing legs. If Jimmy was naked then he probably had an erection, and
the tortured young girl in the hall could not help but wonder just what it
must look like. How big was it? How thick? How long? Victoria had seen
very few male penises and never one fully erect, except once in a
pornographic magazine she had accidentally opened. To the young girl's
shocked amazement, she found that the thought of a male penis, even the
hated Jimmy's, coupled with the sounds of wanton pleasure coming from her
beautiful roommate's lips were causing strange electric tremors to start
high up between her trembling legs.
Victoria pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild
feelings growing there but that was a mistake, because the increased
pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused new sharp jolts of pleasure
to flood up into her now hot little belly. The petrified girl was afraid
to make the slightest additional movement so she stood paralyzed, her
knees pressed together, her body bent a little forward at the waist, her
hands held out from her body in indecision. All this time she could not
help but think about what was going on in the other room and how wickedly,
sinfully good it must feel to have someone make love to you the way Jimmy
was making love to Penny.
Oh God, the tortured young girl thought, if I only had the courage to
let a boy make love to me. Many had tried, but each time, Victoria had
become frightened by the gasping sound of the heavy uncontrolled breathing
of the inexperienced boys, and by the brutal way they pawed her tender
young body in their juvenile haste. Victoria knew she needed what Penny
was getting in the other room, but something inside her made her draw the
line at getting it from a real flesh and blood boy. She knew if she gave
in with a boy, he would talk about her, brag to the other boys and she
couldn't stand the thought of being the verbal plaything of all the
leering young louts on campus. For her it would take a shining Prince
Charming, made of dreams, or ... her own self.
Almost involuntarily her hands stirred at her sides and moved slowly
up to cup her firm, high-set young breasts through her clothes. A little
shiver of sensual delight ran through the beautiful coed's vibrant young
body as her trembling fingers pressed slowly into the soft resilient
flesh. Then her groping fingertips searched for a moment, looking for the
growing buds of her hidden nipples and softly, insistently tweaked them
into pebble-hard erection while all the time her senses remained glued to
the lewdly exciting sounds coming from behind the door.
Unsatisfied with caressing her breasts through her clothes, the now-
gasping young teenager slid her hands down to her waist and reached up
under her sweater, working her brassiere up and over her quivering
breasts, gasping with shock as her cool fingers came into contact with her
throbbingly erect nipples. With mad desire, she began to roll the nakedly
hardened little buds between her fingertips, her exposed white midriff
shuddering from the power of the delicious sensations beginning to
permeate her entire body.
Slowly the overwhelmed young girl sank to her knees in the dark
hallway, her hand working furiously over her breasts, her head back, her
eyes half-closed with passion and the tip of her tiny pink tongue
flickering nervously over her full parted lips. Penny's moans from the
other room had become louder now, kind of a strangled animal wailing, and
through the door her kneeling roommate thought she could make out the
obscene wet sucking sounds as Jimmy burrowed his tongue ever deeper into
her roommate's cunt.
Victoria was sitting on her heels now and she spread her knees wide,
feeling the nylon crotchband of her panties stretch tightly across the
soft sensitive flesh of her pubic mound, sensing the smooth material
slipping up into the tender cleft between her cuntal lips. The panting
girl moved one hand down from her straining breasts and slid it slowly
over the velvety skin of her inner thigh, almost gasping aloud as her
thumbnail flicked accidentally across her panty-clad clitoris. She then
slowly, deliberately, ran her nails up and down over the thin nylon
covering her most intimate parts, shivering each time they scratched over
the tiny nerve-filled center of her passion. When she could stand it no
more, Victoria insistently worked the tip of one finger up underneath the
tight legband of her desire-soaked panties and buried it deep between her
throbbing pussy lips. The writhing girl did moan out loud this time and
froze for a moment, afraid that the lovers in the other room might have
heard her, but there was no let-up in the steady chorus of gasps and pants
and lewd slurps filtering through the door.
Without waiting a second longer, Victoria thrust her rigid middle
finger deep up into her waiting vaginal passage, her whole back arching in
answer to the deep flood of liquid pleasure that coursed through her
nerves at her own seductive touch. The panting young blonde knelt for a
moment, completely still, paralyzed by the exquisite sensations of
complete sexual arousal, she felt, then she began to move the finger
inside her clasping cuntal orifice in small little circles, stretching the
opening wider and wider until she was able to worm in another finger up
beside the first.
From behind the door, the sounds of Penny's passion started to assume
a regular air as the girl began a chanting moan in response to whatever
her boy friend, Jimmy was doing to her. Victoria picked up the rhythm of
those passionate gasps and, with the crotchband of her panties twisted out
of the way, began to ram her fingers in and out of her own wetly sucking
cunt while her other hand danced more and more wildly over her nakedly
swollen breasts, massaging them into a painful hardness that she would
never have believed possible.
In and out, in and out, the young blonde's wetly glistening fingers
flashed, keeping time to her friend's passionate gasps and moans so
invisibly near. Victoria was staring straight off into space now, her
eyes vacant and unseeing as if her whole soul were focused on some distant
horizon. The wild ramming of her fingers into her own pussy increased in
tempo as the sounds behind the door grew louder and louder and it was
clear to the writhing blonde coed that something was going to have to give
soon, either with her or with Penny. Her roommate's choking cries were
reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could only mean she was nearing
orgasm while a burning pressure was building, building far up inside
Victoria's hotly churning belly, demanding release, demanding that she end
it. And then it happened.
"Oh, Jimmy! Ooohhh, G-God ... I'm going to cum ... going to cum
... going to ... CUUUUUUMMMMMM!" Penny's delirious cry came knifing
through the closed door and then trailed off into a strangled gasp. Even
to Victoria's lust-drugged senses it was possible to hear the wild
crashing of the bed springs as the other girl thrashed wildly in
completely abandoned fulfillment.
This was the moment her secretly listening roommate had been waiting
for and she thrust her fingers as far up inside herself as they would go,
almost as if she were trying to puncture some illusory bubble of passion
and let out all its wild force. And then it hit her, the first incredible
shock of her orgasm. Victoria's straining stomach muscles sucked in as if
she had been struck in the belly and her whole body stiffened and arched
backward. Trying not to scream out in her passion, the ecstatic young
blonde cruelly bit her own lips to choke off any sound as with wide-
staring, unseeing eyes, she threw back her head so that the cords in her
neck stood out like ropes. She had just enough presence of mind left to
thrust her two fingers once more, hard up into her spasming cunt and then
she was completely out of control, her body jerking and twitching as wave
after wave of hot seething sensations ran a desperate race over her
burning nerve-paths. The beautiful young blonde's knees automatically
opened wider as if she were welcoming some invisible lover up between
them, and then she could feel the hot gush of her own orgasmic juices
pouring over her hand, soaking her tight-stretched panties and smearing
down over the smooth skin of her quivering young thighs.
Victoria had no idea how long it went on but then she was suddenly
aware that there was silence from behind the door to her room and she
froze once again, afraid that the two illicit lovers inside might have
heard her. But then a low hum of intimate whispering began inside the
room, and the kneeling blonde coed knew they were too wrapped up in what
they were doing to have heard anything. Still, the now exhausted Victoria
realized that she had better not remain kneeling here in the dormitory
hallway, her hand thrust obscenely under her panties and her sweater
pushed high over her naked breasts.
With a regretful sigh, the satiated young girl pulled her trembling
fingers from her sucking vagina. They slithered out wetly, almost as if
her pussy did not want them to go and still tried for one last nibble,
like a baby's mouth searching for the withdrawn nipple of its mother's
breast.
Victoria got shakily to her feet and slid her cum-soaked panties back
over her still-throbbing vaginal mound, wincing a little as the material
slipped once again between the sensitively swollen cuntal lips. She
turned quickly back toward the building entrance, smoothing her sweater
and brassiere back down into place as she walked. What she would do, she
thought, was take a quick turn around the building to get her breathing
under control and then come back to the room again, making as much noise
as possible this time. Some little spark of venom inside her prompted her
to break up the illicit love-making going on inside the room ‹ her room as
well as Penny's. And perhaps the thought of that grinning ape, Jimmy
Philips, making love to her roommate in her room ‹ and, horrible thought,
maybe even on her bed, was enough to make the young blonde finish her walk
quickly and head straight back to the dorm. All the time, though, the
self-righteous teenager knew that there was a secret core of jealousy to
her emotions, jealousy not of Jimmy, but of the fact that she had to
satisfy herself with her own hands while her sexually precocious roommate
practically rolled in boys.
Chapter 3
The next morning found Victoria once again out walking, by herself
this time. Although the day was just as beautiful as the one before, the
young coed walked with her head down, her beautiful blonde hair falling
forward so that it half-hid her troubled face. Clearly Victoria was
worried. Perhaps in another ten years she might look back on her present
problems as almost humorously trivial, but now they loomed before her like
a granite mountain.
Of course, the main problem was sex, or the fear-filled anticipation
of it. What should she do? What could she do? Like so many other young
virgins, Victoria had heard from the time she was a little girl that
someday some man was going to do something to her. Something so awe-
inspiring and important that at first it could only be hinted at. Over
the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless anticipation
had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even though her peer
group and various sex-education courses had informed her beyond a doubt of
what was going to happen, there was still an inbred aura of mystery and
fear about the prospect of her first sexual encounter with a male.
What Victoria had ended up with was a classic case of expectations
exceeding the offered realities. The panting fumblings of her teenage
male classmates had been miles and miles from the expected earth-
shattering revelations on the road past virginity. Although Victoria had
many times before become sexually aroused as some young student ran his
trembling hands over her ripely budding body, the mere sight of the
starving-animal look on his face had been enough to make the sickened girl
pull disgustedly away. Eventually she had gained a reputation for
frigidity.
In itself the problem would have been bad enough, but living with
Penny had made it almost unbearable. Time after time Victoria had had sex
waved in her face as her roommate brought home droves of young men. On
several occasions Victoria had to leave the room she shared with her dark-
haired classmate, knowing it was that or sit by a knuckle-chewing
frustration while Penny proceeded to make love to her young man of the
moment, not even seeming to care that there was someone else watching.
Victoria's answer to this unwanted vicarious sexual stimulation had
been to take refuge more and more often in lonely and secret masturbation,
and this was beginning to bother her now. The young blonde was not a
particularly guilt-ridden person, and for her, masturbation had begun as a
fairly innocent exploration of her developing young body but then slowly
developed into a needed and pleasureful release of the tensions that
normally accumulate in healthy girls. Even so, she could not help but
pick up some of the feelings of guilt that society hung on her forbidden
act, and so Victoria had compromised in the past by very seldom relieving
her frustration with her own fingers, only in times of the greatest sexual
stress, or once in a while as a kind of reward for virtuous activity.
And that was the core of her worry today. Living with Penny made it
almost impossible to think of anything but sex and Victoria had been
resorting more and more frequently to her emotional pressure-release until
her genitals were practically aching from the constant invasion of her
thrusting fingers. Right or wrong, something told the confused young girl
that this was an undesirable situation and she just didn't know what to do
about it. On the one hand she could allow things to continue as they
were, but her continual nervousness was already beginning to affect her
schoolwork. Or she could take the plunge and let some eager young man
seduce her. Even as this thought entered Victoria's young mind it was
accompanied by a bolt of unreasoning fear, and she doubted that she would
be able to go through with it. How did Penny and other girls like her do
it? The young blonde wondered, and asked herself for the thousandth time
if maybe there was something wrong with her that kept her from reacting
naturally with boys.
With a bitter little chuckle, Victoria let herself think what a
ridiculous turnabout had occurred in just one generation. When her mother
had been her age it was assumed that all girls but a lost few were virgins
when they married. But how different now! It was practically a badge of
shame to still be a virgin at eighteen, almost like admitting to some kind
of mental or physical defect. And the worst part was that something deep
inside Victoria wanted so badly to be made love to, but couldn't find the
right conditions to just let it happen. If society was going to change in
this direction, the unhappy young girl thought bitterly, it had better
develop some institutions to help out people like her who were only
willing to take half-way steps. Perhaps there could be a ritual
deflowering of young maidens followed by a State School of Fornication
Arts. Anything would be better than being made to feel guilty about being
a virgin and then punished by the scornful talk of the bragging young
bucks who seduced you. The whole system now was so ... haphazard, the
grim-faced young girl thought to herself. Someday, for better or worse,
it would happen to her and she hoped it would leave her with better
feelings than some of the disillusioned girls she met. That was one of
the truly outstanding things about Penny, Victoria mused. She was so
absolutely, unreservedly, unguiltily involved in sex, with the same lack
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