Secret Lolita: The Confessions of Victor X

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themselves had been playing sex games long before they got to know me. A chambermaid who was now no longer there had initiated them into venereal pleasures.
    Through grammar school I had other liaisons. A friend in class told me that he had sex with schoolgirls who came to his house. His parents lived out of Kiev and he boarded with a family who gave him no supervision whatever. When he went home from school he would pick up schoolgirls to take with him when, normally, there was no one in the house: his bedroom had a separate entrance. Anyway, from a Russian moral standpoint, there was nothing shocking in schoolgirls' coming to visit a schoolboy alone or in groups. Nobody would have had anything to say about it. He made friends with one of these girls just as she was coming out of grammar school, literally in the street. He slipped a pornographic note into her hand with drawings to match; the next day, after school, she agreed to come to his house. My friend assured me that several boys in our class had liaisons of the same kind. He invited me to call by when he had girls with him, that is straight after school.
    So I got to know three schoolgirls of about our age at his place. After kissing and touching, two of them got on their backs across the bed, their buttocks on the edge, their legs hanging over and spread out. We had intercourse with them, standing up between their legs. The girl I copulated with had less pretty sexual organs than Sara's: her mount of Venus and labia majora were not so chubby and the colour of her genital opening was not so striking a purple. Nevertheless inserting my penis in her vagina gave me a feeling of contentment. Then I noticed something that awakened my ardour: her vagina gripped my penis tightly like a glove, and consequently her mount of Venus followed all the penile movements, rising and falling in unison. While I was working hard, her whole genital mound was pulled by the penis and jogged like mad: it seemed to dive and slip in all directions over the pubic bone.
    The third schoolgirl was a virgin and would only allow coitus in ore vulvae and cunnilingus. I believe another schoolfellow deflowered her a few months later. This girl had one peculiarity: when I sucked her clitoris, which was long and well-developed, and then let go, the end of her clitoris did not merge with the genitals now that they were closed - it went on sticking out like a wart, with a rebellious look to it, from the brown labia majora. Other girls had a clitoris which stuck out for only a few seconds when you let go of the end between the closed labia majora and then shrank and withdrew into the genital groove and vanished.
    These relationships went on at more or less irregular intervals until the school year ended. Other schoolgirls with smooth or hairy pubes came to be worked over by the boys. Sometimes we got a party together of several boys and girls and each boy had a number of girls one after the other, for as long as his strength held out. This took place sometimes in the schoolboys' bedrooms, sometimes on trips to the forests around Kiev, in particular in an abandoned wooden house in the middle of the forest.

CHAPTER 4
DEBAUCH
    I mentioned that my favourite reading then was French novels. Russian novels were never erotic enough for me. Russian literature was very chaste at that time; it has changed a lot since then, especially in recent times. As far as the handling of sex is concerned, there is as big a difference (only in the opposite direction) between Russian literature of twenty to thirty years ago and today as between English literature of Queen Anne's day and that of the Victorian period. We have writers today delighting the public like Artsybashev, who take pornography as far as the most lewd French naturalist and decadent writers. That was not always so. Good literature used to be ascetic.
    I also read scientific books, or chapters from them, on the anatomy and physiology of the sexual organs with

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