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

... Enlightenment caused, especially in those early days, outweighed what it achieved?”

Murmurs of disapproval spread through the audience, and people craned their necks to see who it was who dared to voice such unorthodox views in the hallowed halls of the Royal Academy of Fucking. But Cuntslicker’s response demonstrated both her superb didactic skills and her unquestionable charm. “You know, Father, I am actually of mixed Undesirable ethnic stock.” There was a gasp from the audience. “Oh yes,” continued Cunts, lifting her hand as if to brush away the audience’s shock. “My grandfather was a Patel, an immigrant from what used to be called the Indian subcontinent – in the days when it was still habitable. My father changed his name to Paton, so as to better fit into British society.I changed mine to Cuntslicker, so as to truly embrace the dignity of the Enlightenment. Yes, we had to expel or sterilise many Undesirables in those early days, many of them from ethnic minorities, others from backward religious groups, whose loyalties to this country and its chosen path were divided – but only so that the Enlightened mindset would prevail. Sterilising a body, expelling a person – these things are easy. But purifying a mind, so that a person not only accepts the Enlightenment but makes it the driving force of their existence – that takes time, and persuasion. But I am pleased that now, hardly anybody objects to the Enlightenment anymore…”

… fade; rising harp arpeggios: B-flat ...

... dominant seventh…change of scene to…

ACT ONE, SCENE TWO

… a small maisonette on a side street near Putney Bridge, London,thirty-two years earlier:Monday 23rd October 2028, evening

“I wanna fuck you, fucky wucky fuck you!” warbled John Daniels in a well-tuned tenor minor third. His young dark body was naked, and his cock was large and stiff as he waggled it from side to side, grinning cheekily. He held out his arms to his wife, who was already lying on the bed in the semi-darkness, her large breasts bare, a happy smile lighting up her face.

“Quick, before he wakes up, eh?” Rosie giggled. Her skin was not quite as dark as her husband’s, but her eyes were black and warm, and her nipples too were black and large in the centre of their wide brown areolas. “Ooh, look at that big dick! Desperate, are you?”

“And why shouldn’t I be, my darling?” pouted John, as he leapt onto the bed, his arms enfolding his wife in a tight but tender embrace, his cockhead nudging up against her crotch.

“Hang on a minute, love!” remonstrated his Rosie, gently pulling her hips sideways so that her vagina was in no immediate danger of penetration. “Remember what we were talking about?”

“Uh, what were we talking about?” replied her husband with an air of faux innocence, his cock still bobbing enthusiastically beside his wife’s vulva.

“John Daniels, don’t you pull that one on me! You know perfectly well,” replied Rosie, smirking as she twisted round, opened a bedside drawer and withdrew ...