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

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

... ‘Cuntslicker’! We announce the foundation of the UK Fuckers Party. We start with some public fuck-ins to pull in the crowds. Then, once everyone’s high on cum and cunt-juice, we rope them all into our political programme: a free-fucking society, MM for all on the NHS so everyone can have big dicks and huge tits and gaping assholes: GMin vitro; and then we rejoin the EU so the UK can benefit from the New Enlightenment. Then we expel any Objectors – to build the perfect society, where everyone pursues Pleasure above all else. There will be no more want, no more guilt, no more…”

“You mad fucker, Hildy!” interrupted Emma Jane. “But…” – Emma Jane’s voice softened – “I love you, my crazy fuckbuddy.” She leant forward and planted a kiss on Hildy’s cunt, felt the damp fucklips smooch against her face, sniffed the gorgeous heady scent, and squealed, “Oh Jesus, that’s so fucking good!”

Hildegard smiled in triumph, but wagged a damp finger at her colleague. “Hang on, Secretary Cuntslicker – none of this ‘love’ bullshit, please. I don’t love you, and you don’t love me. If we are to reshape society, there is to be no more ‘love’. Love means control, love means exploitation, love means jealousy. In a free-fucking society, we live by Pleasure – pure pleasure; not ‘love’. Is that clear, Cuntslicker?”

Emma Jane thought a moment. She was not sure, and it sounded a bit extreme; but she wanted Hildegard so much, and ...

... so she nodded. “OK,Fräulein Fotzenficker,” she intoned carefully. “Just so long as I can eat yourFotze forever, and ever, and ever.”

Hildegard seemed not to hear Emma Jane’s last remark: her mind was elsewhere. “Miss Cuntslicker,” she said.

“Yes?” replied Emma Jane.

“Want me to fuck you with my strap?”

“Ohja bitte,Fräulein Fotzenficker,” nodded Emma Jane.

“And what about ‘Cunts’ for short?” suggested Hildegard, as she rummaged in her handbag.

“What about it?” replied Emma Jane, momentarily confused.

Hildegard retrieved a dildo from her bag: thick, black, and shiny. “You. Your name. ‘Cunts’. I like that.”

“Er, what? You mean, like, ‘How do you do, Sir, my name is Emma Jane Paton, but you can call me “Cunts” for short’?” Hildegard nodded, grinning. “Has a certain ring to it,” smirked Emma Jane. “Oh! look at that dildo: what a beauty!”

“In which case, Cunts,” laughed Hildegard, “get on all fours like a good fuck-bitch –Cunts, and I’m going to give you a filthy dirty dildo-fuck like the filthy dirty needy fuckslut whore you are –Cunts!”

Emma Jane, trembling with desire, did as she was bid, lifting her ass high behind her and spreading her pussy lips wide in invitation.

“Cunts,” chuckled Hildegard, with a triumphant smile, as she stepped into her dildo harness.

Another spasm of delight passed through Emma Jane’s body. Her cunt dripped. And her heart melted.

To be continued…