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Subject: The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry (01)
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Date: 1997/01/01
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Lucinda Foxton - 1
The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry
by
Jetstream
Part One
The Publicity Seeker
‘Good morning, gels,’ said the pristine young woman at the
front of the class, as she trotted skittishly in her high heels before
the blackboard. ‘This is your first day at Lucinda Foxton, and no
doubt you’re feeling quite apprehensive. I’m sure you’re wondering:
will I make new friends, will I like my teachers, will I do well in my
studies, and in many ways it’s good that you’re thinking these
things. It helps to focus your minds and your ambitions. Because
remember this: the thing that you are embarking on is by no means
easy. There is enormous competition, and unless you can carve a
niche for yourselves, you will find it very difficult to find happiness.
You have come here because you have decided, all of you, along
with your parents, that your best hope of wealth is to become
experts in the fine and subtle art of harlotry - whether that be just to
become a whore for your husband, or with the intention of passing
the Concubine Licensing Centre’s exams at either Streetwalker,
Brothel or even Call-girl level, or (for the very ambitious among
you) to break into the bigtime, in video or Virtual Reality
pornography. By the way, this last may seem very ambitious, but it
is not out of reach. Several of our girls have done so, and let me tell
you, I often experience a twinge of great satisfaction every time I
see one of them opening their mouths with delight for that inevitable
come-shot to think that I taught them so much of what they know.
‘But remember this, whatever your ambitions, gels. Whatever
it is you’re doing, from helping your husband unwind at the end of a
hard day, to demonstrating whorish Virtual Behaviour for Sonyporn,
your one Golden Rule is this: to give your man the most enjoyable
and intense orgasm it is possible for him to receive. You must
always bear this in mind. And to do this, you must always
remember that it is what he finds sexy that matters, not what turns
you on. Certainly he will find it arousing if you come, but the expert
whore can always fake that to make it far sexier for him than the
real thing. But in order to please a man, you need to think like a
dick. And that’s not easy. It takes study. We are fortunate here at
Lucinda Foxton that we have one of the most extensively stocked
video and magazine pornography libraries in the world. Please make
good use of it. I want to see you girls reading smut, smut, smut. It’s
the only way to understand the man’s mind.
‘Let me do a little poll at this stage. I want the truth, now. How
many of you girls masturbate? I don’t want anyone saying they
don’t because they’re shy, or that they do from bravado, just tell the
truth. Hands up.’
Around the room, a few nervous teenage hands tentatively
prodded the air.
‘About half of you. Well, my advice is, start wanking. Some of
you who don’t won’t even have had orgasms yet, and that’s
important. There’s no way you can succeed as whores until you’ve
started having orgasms. The female body is marvellous for orgasms.
You can have as many as you want to. Most men are limited to one
or two a day, whatever they tell you. Here at Lucinda Foxton, not
only is wanking allowed, it is encouraged, even in public. If you go
to the library, expect to come across your colleagues indulging in a
diddle quite regularly. And if you do, for God’s sake don’t interrupt
them. If you need to talk to them badly, hurry them along by
helping them out. Don’t pull a face like that, young lady. It may
sound odd to you, (though what school you went to I can’t
imagine), but by the end of this course, every girl in this class will
probably have had her tongue in at least one of your orifices. The
accomplished whore cannot afford to be squeamish about a little
lesbianism, but must be prepared to chew clitorises as avidly as
cocks. You’ll soon see. Now, where was I? Oh yes, thinking like a
man. Learn to lust like a man, too. Lech critically at your
classmates. Does your neighbour’s blouse reveal enough cleavage?
Does she occasionally ‘accidentally’ flash her knickers at you? Were
the knickers worth seeing? Try to learn from each other what it is
like to be a man lusting at a woman. Remember that the CLC
examiner, important though he is, is just a man himself. He will be
wanting to be turned on, and your final mark will be a combination
of how long it takes you to make him come, and the intensity of his
orgasm. Remember that he will have seen every trick in the book.
You need to be fully in control to impress him.
‘Well, that’s enough for this morning, girls. Class dismissed.’
*
In the canteen, Lucinda got talking to Charlotte.
‘It’s quite strange all this, isn’t it?’ said Lucinda. ‘All this
thinking like men, and all that. I’m not sure if I can.’
‘Oh, I can,’ said Charlotte. ‘I had four brothers and a lecherous
father. None of them would ever have laid a finger on me, but I
knew that they all desperately wanted to, the perves. The number of
times I used to find that they’d spunked into my knickers.’
‘What?’ said Lucinda. ‘That’s disgusting!’
‘Yes, I thought so,’ said Charlotte. ‘They used to lock
themselves into the bathroom after I'd had a shower, and fish out
the pair I’d just taken off. I suppose because they were nice and
warm and pungent.’
‘Oh, really!’ said Lucinda in horror.
‘Once I was waiting for the loo, and my Dad came out, and
when he saw me he looked a bit sheepish, but said goodnight and
went to bed, and I knew what he must have been doing, so when
I’d locked the door, I opened the basket and sure enough, the little
white cotton ones I’d been wearing that day were all stuck together
with warm, wet, smelly spunk.’
‘Oh my God! Weren’t you sick?’
Charlotte shook her head slowly. ‘Far from it. I was
mesmerised to think that I’d produced that. I brought them up to my
face, and smeared my naughty father’s sperm all over my mouth.’
Lucinda looked at Charlotte in horror, unable even to speak.
‘And then slowly,’ continued Charlotte, ‘I ran my tongue round
my mouth, lapping up the sticky goo, all the time watching myself in
the mirror, and pretending that I was a porn star. From that day on,
I resolved to dedicate my life to making men come. I want to be the
face that launches a million dicks.’
‘You utter slut!’ said Lucinda, gazing at Charlotte with an awed
mixture of horror and admiration.
‘That’s nothing,’ said Charlotte. ‘I’m going to make a big
impact on this place, and I propose to start now.’ She stood up, and
leant against the edge of the table. She was wearing a short
wraparound skirt and her legs were smooth and fabulously well
tanned. Lucinda could suddenly well understand those spunk-filled
men of Charlotte’s family guiltily working off their incestuous
desires into her knickers. Though she had responded with horror at
her story, Lucinda now felt herself filled with respect for this sexy,
powerful girl, and knew that, if she was to have any success here, it
would be by sticking close to Charlotte.
‘If you want to be my friend,’ said Charlotte, ‘and if you want
to impress all of the teachers at one fell swoop, you’ll play along
with what I'm about to do. It'll take guts, but I’ll never forget it if
you’re game.’
‘I’m game,’ said Lucinda, nervously, not knowing what to
expect from this grotesque pervert.
‘Then listen,’ said Charlotte, ‘I haven’t been to the toilet since
first thing this morning. I’ve been drinking a lot all day, and I’ve
been holding it in. I’m now absolutely bursting, and now is the exact
time to make my mark.’
‘What are you talking about?’ said Lucinda, who’d never heard
of watersports, and wouldn’t have believed in it if she had.
‘Surely you know that pissing movies are the best paid of the
lot. If you can piss impressively to order, then you can virtually
write your own pay-cheque.’
Lucinda shook her head.
‘If the producers get even a rumour about something wet going
on here, they’ll want to find out who was behind it - bingo! first
steps to stardom.’
‘But what about me,’ said Lucinda, dismayed.
Charlotte laughed. ‘They need drinkers even more than the
pissers!’
Lucinda looked uncertain. ‘I don’t know, Charlotte. What does
it taste like?’
‘Don’t worry, it’s just like warm water. I’ve done it myself.
Come on - for me.’
‘All right,’ muttered Lucinda, slowly.
‘Right here we go,’ said Charlotte. ‘Remember, just play
along.’
Charlotte sat more fully on the edge of the table, allowing her
to draw her right thigh up high onto the table, revealing her high-cut
white g-string type knickers, as suddenly she addressed the whole
canteen loudly:
‘Jesus Christ, I’m desperate to do a piss!’ she shouted, rubbing
her hand provocatively across her knickered bush. ‘If I don’t find
something I can use as a toilet soon, I’m going to wet my knickers,
and I wouldn’t want to do that on my first day at a new school!’
All eyes in the room were now on this marvellous dark-eyed
brunette, her fabulous legs drawn up, and the hair-fringed gusset of
her knickers was the main object of their attention.
‘Oh, my dearie me!’ she continued. ‘I can almost feel it
dribbling out between my lips. What am I going to do?’
Then she turned theatrically to Lucinda, who was looking at
her slightly bewildered with her mouth open. Lucinda's hair was
neck-length, blonde, with an Alice band. She wore pearls through
the neck of her crisp white blouse.
‘Oh darling! That’s a very fine erotic mouth you’ve got there.
Be a lovely girl and let me go to the toilet into it, please. I’m really
so desperate, and I’d be so, so grateful!’
Charlotte grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her from her
seat. ‘Come now, you little piss-drinking slut bitch, just kneel down
there so that I can use you as my urinal. Open up. Open up!’
Lucinda was on her knees, wondering why she had agreed to
do this, and she suddenly found herself with her nose level with
Charlotte's knickers. She really was a very hairy girl, it seemed, as
the pouch of her panties sported dark whiskers sprouting round the
outside. In the split seconds she had, Lucinda decided to get into the
spirit of things, and opening her mouth hissed, ‘Yessss, misstresss,
let me drink your pissss!’
Charlotte, for her part, mis-timed the pulling aside of her
knickers, so that the first stream ricocheted noisily off them, turning
them yellow, and washing back along Charlotte's waxed brown
thighs, but once she’d successfully dragged them clear of her
genitals, every one in the room had a clear view of the tall teenager
as she fountained a bright amber arc of her piss straight into her
girlfriend's mouth.
Her aim, of course, was not perfect, and Lucinda found her
hair and Alice band awash with the golden fluid, as the hot cunt-
lemonade rushed forth from her friend’s pussy. Furthermore,
trickling out of her open mouth, it soaked into her once-pristine
blouse, turning her into a one-woman wet t-shirt contest, as the hot
urine made it cling to her pert cupcake breasts.
Charlotte felt an overwhelming rush of ecstasy spread through
her as she watched her bladder emptying. Apart from the sheer
physical release, she could already hear phone-lines buzzing, and her
name being mentioned in hush tones in all the right places. As well
as demonstrating the huge power and volume of her bladder, she
had managed to get her big, beefy piss-flaps and clitoris (a pair of
real gusset bulgers) out on display, so that everyone already knew
how well-endowed she was.
She could feel that she was going to fit in here.
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