For the first time she thinks about her predicament. Like all the girls in the Slut Academy, she has accepted her role complacently, even eagerly. Yet none had entered voluntarily and she knew without asking that none would be permitted to leave. There were the whispers about mysterious sponsors who were paying well for the girls’ education and would expect value for their investment. She had made love to a complete stranger without hesitation and was now so besotted that she felt she would do anything to have him just one more time. How could this be? What explanation? Miss Dunbonking was a charismatically persuasive teacher, it was true. There was the ambience of total eroticism that pervaded the school and there was the infectious enthusiasm of the class. Even so. Perhaps a mind control drug? An aphrodisiac? What about that delicious fruit juice they were always drinking? Sharon’s thoughts are suddenly interrupted by sounds of lovemaking from the balcony two along, Sheila’s room. It seems that someone’s Mysterite has arrived. Although she cannot see them directly, she can see their shadows on the grass below. The man has lifted Sheila bodily off the floor and, with her legs gripping round him, has penetrated her and is carrying her out onto the balcony. Sharon catches a glimpse of Sheila’s F cup boobs wrapped almost round the man’s neck - “Greedy bitch just had to go from A to F! – and then Sheila’s lover turns and dumps her down roughly on the wooden bar before starting to pump her vigorously. The elongated shadows look faintly comical but there is nothing funny about Sheila’s state. She has now lost it completely and is filling the night with lewd demands for her lover to gratify her. He laughs and starts to tease her with slow movements of his cock.
The moon comes out and the shadows are gone.
Tue Jul 6 04:43:52 1999
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