Young Cunts - Act One: Shall We Start With Cunts? - Sex Stories

Young Cunts - Act One: Shall We Start With Cunts?

... audience, though Cunts maintained a relaxed air and a courteous smile. “My contention is that the atmosphere in those days, as the Enlightenment tightened its grip on society, was toxic. Families were split apart, friends and relatives informed on each other, and those who did not immediately embrace the new values were shunned and mistreated by society at large. Was it really worth it?”

There was a palpable air of tension in the hall as Mr Turner ended his question. Riley wiped a glob of saliva off her chin, her frown etching itself deeper and deeper on her young brow, her jaw trembling.

“Mister Turner,” Cunts smiled, “you ask a very important question – and one which must not be silenced. You have heard the shock which accompanied your use of that long-proscribed ‘L-word’ – but let us face it head-on: what actually was that thing which we used to call ‘love’? What were the ‘family values’ which people held so dear? Were they real, or just – as I maintain – a handy way to oppress people? Let me start by telling you a bit about my youth…”

… fade; rising B-flat major harp arpeggios again…

ACT ONE, SCENE FOUR

… and we’re back toMonday 23rd October 2028,but this time in a student bedsit in Newnham College, Cambridge

“FUCK YOU, MUM!” screamed Emma Jane. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN’T DO! I’LL FUCK WHO I WANT TO FUCK, WHEN I WANT TO, HOW I WANT TO! AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT, THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!!!”

Emma Jane slammed down her ...

... phone. “FUCK!” she screeched, one last time. “Who do they fucking think they are?!” she continued to vent. “I don’t need their fucking help! I don’t need their fucking advice! And sure as shit I don’t need their fucking moralistic attitude!” She put on an exaggeratedly maternal tone: “‘Emma Jane, don’t you think you should be a bit more careful? I just don’t want you to get hurt, my love.’Love?! What the fuck do they know about ‘love’? They’ve never loved me! And what the fuck is ‘love’ anyway? It’s just an excuse to control people, to imprison people: that’s all they want to do – keep me under their fucking thumb, so I can’t embarrass them anymore! Well, guess what? Emma Jane’s all grown up now, she’s shaved her cunt, she’s pierced her clit, she’s got herself a tit-job, and she’s gonna fuck and fuck and fuck all she fucking likes – ‘cause that’s what it’s all about! Pleasure! Pure fucking pleasure! RIGHT?!”

Hildegard sat in the chair opposite and smiled. “Right, Emma Jane,” she nodded with calm satisfaction.

Emma Jane was naked, the tits of which she was so proud protruding boldly from her chest, the recent surgery scars still visible in the creases beneath her breasts. Her pussy was indeed shaven, the clit pierced with a single plain ring which reflected the light from the one standard lamp in the corner. Her hair was long and dark and framed a dignified eighteen-year-old face with broad high cheek-bones and dark sultry eyes.

Hildegard was not naked. Slightly older ...