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Recently I wrote a story called ‘Have You Thought About Eating Pussy? It was about boys at the Wilkinson School for Young Men near Manchester, UK and the headmistress who took them under their wings or more correctly, under their skirts.

Near-by was The Cavendish School for Young Women. It was here that boys were enticed to engage in sexual activity. The girls were not innocent.

1820

It was the school's nurse Mathilda Thayer who caught the Wilkinson School's Edward Royston in bed, in the girls' dorm, with one of her girls and reported him to the Wilkinson School's headmistress.

Once she calmed down, she confronted the offending girl, Elizabeth Kendricks. Offending, because Elizabeth brazenly admitted that she invited Mr. Royston to her bed. "Why, Miss Kendricks, why?" The nurse asked. "You could ruin your reputation, and worse, your life."

"Nurse Thayer, I can't tell you how good it feels to have a man inside me."

The nurse was shocked. She'd never been with a man. Never expected to be with a man. Afterall she was forty-seven years-old.

Some Cavendish girls overheard the conversation. It was unintended, but it started a new tradition. Between their eighteenth birthday and graduation, Cavendish girls made it a ritual to lose their virginity.

Yes, Elizabeth Kendricks was right: it feels good to have a man inside you.

Elizabeth no sooner got back to her dorm room when there was a knock on her door. It was her friend, Victoria Hamilton. "Ummmm, Elizabeth, I was eavesdropping and overheard what you said to Nurse Thayer. Does it really feel that good?"

"Oh, yeah. Victoria. There's nothing like it."

"How do I . . .?"

"Do you remember the Autumn Ball?"

"Of course."

"Edward Royster asked me to dance, and whispered in my ear."

"What did he say?"

"Victoria, you know I'm a lady, but I'll quote him exactly. He said he'd like to get in my knickers."

"And you let him. Oh my God, Elizabeth."

"I didn't just let him, Victoria, I encouraged him. Not just once. I was a little careless that's how we got caught. Victoria, the Christmas Frolic is coming. If there's a boy you like, you should discreetly let him know that what's inside your knickers is his for the asking."

"I-I-I just couldn't . . ."

"Of course you can."

When Arthur McCarren asked Victoria to dance at the Christmas Frolic, she followed Elizabeth suggestion.

Arthur took the hint, and soon they were in Victoria's dorm room, and her dress was up to her waist and her knickers on the floor.

It wasn't Arthur's first time, but he was still a teenage boy and awkward. However, when his cock entered her, Victoria knew this was the greatest feeling ever. She moaned; she sighed. She had a big smile on her face. She was no longer a virgin.

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