Reviewed:
John Baird's "Vengeful Virgin" is an over-the-top stroke piece, one of those longer stories in which each chapter is kind of a standalone fuck fest, a collection of scenes strung loosely together with an ongoing storyline.
As such, there's not a lot about it that sets it apart from similar stories until you read awhile and begin to realize that Baird's writing style is steeped in a cultural tradition.
Set the events roughly a hundred years in the past, and you've essentially got Victorian erotica. From the flowery description of sexual acts, the deflowering of particularly young virgins, the machinations of an immoral minister, the inclusion of zaftig -- even obsese -- female characters that hearken to an earlier era when such figures were appreciated, and even the title itself, Baird's story would fit in quite comfortably on your bookshelf right next to "The Pearl" or "Autobiography of a Flea."
Outside of the novelty factor, that doesn't necessarily make this a must-read. But it is interesting. All the characters want revenge against someone, for one reason or another, and almost everyone gets it. Many roofies are consumed, most of the penises are oversized and the many teenaged girls are either excessively stacked, or look younger than they really are.
In other words, any resemblance to reality is an accident. But it's kind of a fun little romp, heavily laden with sex scenes, if you don't find the flowery language a road block to your enjoyment.