To-morrow we are going to eat “strangola-preti” (strangle priests) in Moncalieri, a pathetic small village not too far from the grey Turin. I’m frightfully excited, Novella is going to steel a half dozen of bottles of wine “Novello” – as she always does when we go there – from his uncle’s cellar.

She just went away to-day to her uncle, got drunk along with him and her aunt and jerked him off right away, while aunt was sleeping, and snoring drunk-dead on the sofa. They have a very interesting silent understanding, Novella and her uncle. Every time she is available for handling his soft balls and helping him to cum, he let her steel a half of a dozen bottles of wine, which happen to be called “Novello” wine, because it is just very recently produced. Psychiatrists understand squat about wine, just like the average business men and the average television dependent wankers. “Aged wine and young women make the German soldier happy” said that clown in that movie. Women are supposed to be young, yes, what would we be here for otherwise? But young wine is as good as any other good wine, if it is good and genuine. Very few wines are good for ageing and even those might be very disappointing after some time. On the other hand, Novello Wine may be very good and, thanks to Novella Burioli, we could have plenty of it, and free of charge.

Was that the reason she was named “Novella“? Was it because they raised her in the wine cellar, overflowing with Novello Wine, stolen by her uncle – a passed over lawyer working as the personal secretary of the mayor –  from the Municipality’s canteen?

It was a mutual unspoken understanding, that one, and very good for me and Teresa. Novella jerked him off, then she dried his sweated forehead with her hands still soaked with glued sperm, and afterward he did not notice the absence of 6 bottles every time from his cellar.

What would have happened if he asked her to suck it in her mouth? Should her have found it repulsive, would he have punished her? Would he have finally noticed the disappearance of the wine? Probably not. He was a wise man, after all, first, because he had found for himself a good girl available for a reasonable price in nature and, second, because an anonymous letter to the mayor could have triggered an inquiry, perhaps an investigation, for all that many gallons of whine vanished for years from the municipality’s cellar. Novella was mean, a beast, as Teresa put it, but she was able to write….

Yesterday Diary

Published by Rude Virgin Students Sodomised

This journal is about young girls, belonging to the upper middle class, all university students and yet certified virgins, involved with strange people in strange stories. One of the few topics we haven’t covered exhaustively is anal sex. No matter how frequently it is practiced, it will never be enough. Anal sex is not considered standard sexual practice yet, but it can and should become and be a daily routine (every single ass can and should be ridden even more than 2-3 times per day) as long as one realise that, as with anything else, the skill of the author makes or breaks it. A great deal of these stories are accurate. Rude Virgin Students are not native English speakers and their University is located in a remote Italian city, whose beauty is compromised only by an environment of ferocious religious bigotry. The editor, also not native English speaker, has added nothing and has suppressed nothing. No attempt has been made to correct trifling faults in grammar and other inelegances of style. However, since many characters of the events recounted are, unfortunately, still alive and well, it was essential to conceal the identity of the writers, of other persons mentioned in the document, the real name of the University and its real location. Consequently, surnames, Christian names, and names of places, have been changed.

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