On their second date, prof. Roberto Burioni’s lazy student found herself waiting impatiently for him to do her ass again, and she had to ask him for that, because he was not even trying it, since he had no idea if she did in fact endure it the first time they met in bed, while he was talking and fucking her in the ass. Ah, “now I got you”, he had kept saying, trying so hard to sprinkle his cum in her rectal ampulla, “did you not do the homework? Did you not repeat those sentences I asked you to repeat every morning, just for 20 minutes? That was all I asked. 20 minutes working every morning, only 20 minutes per day to focus on something, while the rest of the day is just fooling around. My recommendations count nothing? So now I fuck you in the ass, for punishment, so that, next time, you do remember to listen to me, you do understand that what I ask you to do is vital for your future achievements, not mine, I don’t give a shit if you pass the test or not.

Those Rude Virgin Students, those young bitches he was tutoring, they thought that just spending a couple of hours per week with him would have been enough. It was not. Ignorant sluts. You have to repeat those lines we work on together, again and again, during the week. Those ignorant and stupid bitches. They thought that since they attended the class with the personal tutor, two hours per week, that would have been good enough, as if it was him, the fuck-face, who had to do all the work.

They were paying, well, actually, their tramp-mothers were paying, and they got the cash from their horned husbands, those frustrated employees, submitted from birth, who reconciled themselves every time they went to work, at the idea that their Japanese, or worse Chinese, boss was ready to press them left and right, and every time their wives were fucking around. No questions, no suspects, no interference with those whore’s lives, not even for trying to fuck them, after “so many” (2 or 3) years of marriage. The too many thoughts had been not helpful, he had came but it had been a very big stretch. Or had it been the VIAGRA? That competitor brand was much more enjoyable, not only cheaper. Or perhaps it had been the booze? Booze and VIAGRA, “the cock stay hard but you do not enjoy and you cannot fill that ass with a real litre of fluids”.

Every time prof. Roberto Burioni tried to understand a woman, he was doomed to fail miserably. He wanted to punish that student the first time but, on the other hand, he was worried she did not endure it the first time and “hence”, she would not be available for the second session.

Well, she did and she was. She did endure and, no, wait, not only she did “endured” it, damn student-bitch, she actually liked it a lot. She most definitely had to do it again. And yet, that young female, ignorant but intuitive, finding him dubious, perceiving that he was hesitating to put it in the perfect center of her asshole, she gave him a strange and sad look and said: “but…don’t you want to do my ass? Don’t you want to punish me? I did not do my homework. Not only that, last month I had to skip our class twice, the first time because I had to play basket and the second time because I had to prepare the costumes for our theatre representation, at school…” “You lousy bitch!” He thought, and it was hard to come again with her.

“She skipped the lesson twice in a month? And for futile reasons? And she was going to pay him half of the monthly fees, again, for futile reasons? And she did not do the homework? She did not repeat those lines, just 20 minutes per day? And she wanted to be deservedly punished?  And I was, I am, so stupid to hesitate out of doubts and concerns? I really am an idiot, Robert Galli said that correctly, I am as stupid as a fucking donkey, and no, wait, the donkey at least fucks, how could you see so many idiots around otherwise, it hit what it hit no matter what, so it also fucks other donkeys in the ass. Ok, now I correct my aim, and I do you in the ass, as you, no doubt, deserve.”

She had dragged him into the apartment of her parents, and it was 6:45 in the morning, tutoring can be demanding sometimes, and she had wanted to suck-him-off-with-her-anus on the second-hand sofa, where she’d once caught her mother blowing the tax collector, while her father was out at work. “You don’t interfere with me and I say nothing to papa. Did mother have any respect for her housemates? But now she thought she understood. Sometimes passion couldn’t wait for closed doors…

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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