A Matter of Good Taste
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers, Coercion, Consensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, Humiliation, Spanking, Group Sex, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Petting, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Small Breasts, Teacher/Student, Violent,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Growing up is hard to do from the perspective of Lois. She is confused and unhappy about her prospects because girls seem so limited in relation to boys that have all the choices and the opportunities that girls have to almost beg and scratch just to get their fair share.

Lois was one of those girls that tended to take things at face value and that was probably the reason why she allowed Danny Gallagher and his little band of bad boys to grope her almost every day in the cloak room right in front of the other boys and girls. She really didn’t mind the humiliating indignities taken by the tight little group of wannabe juvenile delinquents because she knew they were all frustrated at being left behind so often to repeat years of school until they were all almost at the edge of adulthood in the midst of a bunch of kids.

At least Danny didn’t pull her panties down below her knees and she could push them up into place real quick in case the teacher came to see what was causing the increase in volume from the tiny room. The budding criminal’s two close buddies, Jimmie Healy and Tommy Burns both were fooling around at the same time with fumbling enthusiasm groping her budding breasts. It was almost a losing proposition because she was not quite ripe yet for grown-up fun and games in that area. About all they could do was to roll and twist her tiny nipples like they knew what they were doing and all the others watched wide-eyed trying to learn the ins and outs of real “grown-up” sex stuff.

She looked into Danny’s blue eyes when he pushed his middle finger into her shy dirt hole from behind because it was such a violation of her privacy that she needed to express her feelings of confused liking and disliking to him, and him only, like they had a real connection and were not simply victim and bully. He seemed a bit embarrassed at the directness of her stare knowing he was being both bad and boorish.

Jimmy and Tommy were working her tits over with swift, greedy fingers hoping to make her cry before the teacher stopped their fun. The others were all pushing and shoving trying to get a good spot to see what it was all about and some of the girls pushed unidentified random hands away from their privates with lots of giggles and shouts of pretended indignation.

Danny was getting all hot and bothered with energetic action in both of her private entryways now and she felt like a helpless cod hooked fore and aft by a fisherman’s tools of the trade, although it was only Danny’s flesh and blood fingers doing all the dirty work, with some terrible stripping away of her vestiges of innocence and personal dignity.

The sound of the bell brought them all back to reality and they started to file out obediently to the classroom to resume their boring school work reflecting varying airs of cooperative obedience to all the rules and orders of the rule-oriented private Catholic school.

Danny put his soiled middle finger up to his nostrils standing in front of Lois and smiled at her with that irritating knowing look of his that rubbed in his recently devastating complete control of her female private parts. She knew she didn’t have the physical fortitude to resist him and his cohort of bad boys, so she kept her eyes down most of the time to convince him that she was supposedly reluctantly complicit with his bad boy whims and mean-spirited abuse of her personal dignity. It bothered her that the others were silent and did their best to avoid her eyes because they all knew their lack of action was a surrender of sorts to the rule of the muscular few with years of experience beyond their limited understanding.

Lois knew Danny and Jimmy and Tommy would all be gone from the school in the fall. That fact made her happy because she might get some respite from the constant degradation of the little group of rambunctious teenaged males feeling their oats. It would end the stress of nasty boys testing their capacity to make trouble for weaker girls with no older brothers to protect them once they got released out into the real world.

Danny had bragged to Lois at one time less than two weeks ago that he had taken residence inside the beautiful Mary Margaret’s pretty mouth with his ugly long thing that got huge when he got the urge to start making trouble. He told her he had done her right around the corner under the overhang of the fish market with the odor of fish hanging around them to mask the dirty deed being done right after they had scampered away from the sanctity of the school. She could picture the beautiful girl on her knees with only her books underneath to keep them from getting scraped. Lois felt sorry for Mary Margaret because she had just turned sixteen and didn’t have a clue on what was sex or why boys seemed to be so enthusiastic about it.

On the other hand, Lois had been left back a year because of her bout with polio and she had just turned eighteen in that last week before the summer recess.

Fortunately, the illness had left her with only a slight limp that was barely noticeable but would keep her from being a dancer just like her older sister Cindy attending the school of creative arts uptown. She had so much wanted to wear the solid black leotards every day to school because she knew the boys loved to watch the young cheeks of the dancing girls moving every which way but loose. She knew the temptingly curved beacons of magnetic desire would draw seed-laden pricks to the serious business of push and shove in the shadows of the weather-beaten old buildings unable to carry stories about their lack of ladylike behavior. It made her so frustrated to know those uptown girls were getting all the fun and games and she was relegated to the likes of Danny and his friends like fresh meat for the wild beasts of the forest.

Her parents were adamant that she attend the typewriting school up on the main avenue because the pay for good typists was superior to just working unskilled in one of the department stores or the retail shops that considered younger females as fodder for their smoothly running businesses. They were considered more like a cost to do business like the electric lights or the fuel to run the trucks and other vehicles delivering their products to happy customers. The girls didn’t stay long in one place, usually getting married and raising children of their own and laboring to keep their husbands relatively satisfied with their free carnal availability and attitude of obedient servitude. Lois was completely turned off by that prospect because she knew from experience that her mother was old before her time and it seemed like a waste of a life from her point of view.

The older gentleman that ran the typewriting school was always impeccably dressed and even wore soft kid gloves from time to time like some forgotten affectation from earlier days. Lois was intrigued by the gloves thinking that he might have some sort of affliction that he was trying to hide from the general public. She was disappointed to find out from his own mouth that it was just some internal fetish that even the old man could not explain in terms that she could understand. He seemed to take a real interest in her new-found skills pecking away at the typewriter keys and would stand behind her rubbing her neck in a way that made her inner legs tingle with anticipation whilst at the same time she did her best to concentrate on the words on the page.

It didn’t fail to escape Lois’s notice that most of the girls in the school were rather plain in face and their figures were a complete mystery because they all wore the shapeless long dresses considered standard fare for places of business. She was even worse off because she had the cast-off ones that her older sister had tried to shove into the trash chute on the day she received her acceptance letter to the creative arts academy. In addition to being shapeless and ugly, they were worn out beyond the limits of normal use.

The fact there were no boys at all in attendance at the training academy was due to the accepted common practice of excluding males from the general office environment because it was far too disruptive for the females to get their work done properly in a mixed environment.

The touch of Mister Hineyman’s fingers on her bare neck when she was typing was a source of unexpected pleasure to her for reasons entirely unknown to Lois other than she had hidden thoughts of young men attempting carnal bliss with her in a darkened corner where her guilt could not be seen by any witnesses. Later, when he massaged her fingers gently to help her with her exercises, she was surprised that she had hidden carnal thoughts about the mysteries underneath his well-tailored trousers and even used his close proximity to her advantage by bending over and bumping with naughty intent right into his frontal region like some bar-room floozy with sex on her mind.

Eventually, the older man woke up to the fact that Lois was primed for action and the only problem was she really didn’t quite know how to go about it. Mister Hineyman had a family of his own at one time, but his wife had run away with a defrocked clergyman and his children were all grown with problems of their own. The last time he had pulled out his forlorn prick for anything other than a call of nature was to clean it studiously with soap and water and contemplate his lack of initiative in finding an obedient female to tend to it with capable feminine charm. Suddenly, the prospect of expanding Lois’s depth of field regarding interaction with the opposite gender loomed as a distinct possibility on his immediate horizon and he could not help but notice his tired old shaft was beginning to awaken to the possibilities in this new set of circumstances.

“Miss Lynch, I mean, Lois, come here. I want to show you something.”

Lois eagerly tiptoed over to Mister Hineyman’s desk and she parked her neatly curved hips on the timeworn smooth edge only scant inches from his manhood. She knew exactly what she was doing and it made her pulse beat rapidly with the thought of finally losing her virginal status. She knew the swelling bulge in his trousers was “it” and she tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the real thing buried inside her like Danny’s huge monster sliding down poor Mary Margaret’s throat with merciless searching for the trigger that would excite his uncontrollable draining. He had never tried anything like that with her and in a way she regretted it despite her innate sense of guilt at accepting such a humiliation. That started her to thinking that perhaps Mister Hineyman might consider such an action a good “warming up” exercise for actual “legs in the air” coupling of real adults that was almost certain to follow.

She pretended that she was interested in the photo album in front of her and she realized the photos were of previous female students. It shocked her that they were mostly naked from the waist down and that there was evidence that they had recently engaged in carnal activities from the copious lines of creamy substances running down their legs like fingers of guilt pointing entirely in Mister Hineyman’s direction.

Her schoolmaster smiled at her in the same way that Danny smiled when he had his naughty finger inside her dirt hole. She wanted to spit or to bite to show her revulsion at the required submission for such activities in an expected covert role of submission. She knew he would be likely to make her take care of his needs just like he did with all the other girls that were desperate to stay in his good graces. She hated the fact that it was making her feel all confused and tingly down deep inside and that her female slit was suddenly damp with anticipation.

Lois knew there were worse things than bending over Mister Hineyman’s desk for his disgusting pleasure, but she still did not like the idea that he was in a position to take such advantage of all the girls under his control. Perhaps that was the way of the world and she would just have to get used to it and pretend her loss of dignity was an inconsequential matter and she was after all a modern girl and able to adapt to the new lifestyles that seemed to be more acceptable than living in frigid loneliness like a nun fighting for redemption.

It looked like Lois was going to take the express road to success and she didn’t care who knew her business because her attitude was tame in comparison to some of the angelic hypocrites that would do almost anything to get ahead as long as they were able to salvage their reputations in the process.

Slowly, she pulled up the shapeless dress and wondered if her sister had done the same thing before she got her ticket out of this confusion with her new-found destiny in the creative performing arts school in the uptown neighborhood. She closed her eyes and waited for her introduction to the real world and excused her weak complicity by putting it all down to the fact she was just behaving like everybody else around her.

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