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Excerpt from the novel "ASSECTION..."
Allan Riglio (Argentina)
INTERMEDIUM ELEVEN. WE ARE LEARNING
Rosario. Seven in the morning. The morning rain has just passed and the streets
crooked lane behind the Cathedral of St. Antoine and beyond - Avenida Libe-
country, and the path past the Haymarket department store, where people usually gather
adult whores are fighting, wet with dew; The clothes are drying on the lines.
I had already eaten breakfast, my father gave me a big heavy peso for sandwiches and
thanked God again for what he managed to do last fall
place me in this school. What's the opposite... They take there from very
decent families.
I'm running down the alley. There is a morning chill in the air. Streams flow
drains, shout the Pueblos peddlers; I really want to reset my bash-
poppies and walk down the street barefoot, splashing through dirty puddles... But this
prohibited; we must come to school in Humility, as does
our righteous Doña Eleonora, our cool one, who is not even in the house
keeps not a single magazine and not a single book, which are full of stimulating
great pictures... But Liz is the tall girl from the Introductory
Group, as if nothing had happened, goes to school barefoot in warm
cobblestone streets; well, she’s Liz, the daughter of a former mayor, she’s a fashionable
may allow to showtheir bare legs to all sorts of pueblos and par-
yum from the suburbs. Eleanor says - Liz's toes truly
aristocratic, long... We can’t, Humility. I'm passing
corner of Haymarket department store; Today is one of the first classes. On
dirty sheet, a half-breed whore sleeps against the wall. Breasts covered
yet, but her skinny bottom - no, she’s dead asleep, she fell asleep a long time ago -
but... I risk being late for school, wasting time, but I sit down
squatting nearby... The street is deserted, only somewhere in the slums they bark
hungry dogs. I am bending over a sleeping woman. I look at her behind-
burnt, strong thighs: how they must squeeze a man,
how warm this body is... Probably. IQ sings in the branches, the little gray one
bird; I timidly touch the naked butt of the sleeping woman with my hand. Lord
Jesus, a woman’s skin is velvet, soft, like my silk dress
sisters. I stroke it, I feel the flesh spring under me
hand. Just don't be late for school! My fingers are against my will
crawling down. Yes, there is her belly, rhythmically swaying now - she
sleeping And also - in women, I know - there is a convex mound there. Silkwiss-
thy, soft.
And suddenly she wakes up. Raises his head and looks at me
huge, black eyes like all mestizos with blue underneath
My bright, red lips part in surprise. I feel: from
she smells like sweat, men... Like dona never smells like
Eleanor. My childish heart clenches: II understand that she is amazing
looks lazily at the richly dressed man bending over her,
from Rosario in Paraná, a teenager whose eyes sparkle. I
I see her sharp breasts sticking out through the rag. The smell of wine. Gor-
Lo intercepts me and I back away, run to school, quickly,
away from the department store so as not to be late.
... To a large mansion, which was once the governor’s house
children converge. I only know many by name. I'm alone and I -
fourteen, almost fifteen. I have almost no friends.
The school floors are covered with soft, springy mats. On every
floor, each classroom has a shower. At the threshold on the mats we all undressed
We're naked. Everyone - both boys and girls. But what about - this is chris-
Tian-Catholic school of love. Skinny legs, clumsy feet
teenagers, barely formed breasts and angular hips. Laughter, she-
sweat, fuss. High school girls undress slowly, this
They already like it: gradually pulling off the underwear. They're groping
each other's breasts, meticulously examining their naked bodies,
touch each other. It’s us, yesterday still a brat, throwing off a quick
about your clothes. The older girls walk leisurely, as if unknowingly
tea touching us with their bare feet, they walk and their plump buttocks sway
They look seductively, they walk like real women. The light is falling
through the windows, living in squares on the soft floor, on the lids of desks in the light
ly classrooms, roaming the corridors. II sit on the first row in class
desk, as expected, looking at the screen in front of me. There are girls nearby
gathered in a circle and, taking a coin from Paolo, measured their pink
nipples. Oh how they want to be in the Senior Groups, where Mar-
Tencio, former pimp and circus acrobat in Rio... Where are the girls you-
doing unimaginable poses where Martensio enters them from behind,
where... The bell rings.
I really love our teacher, Doña Eleonora. She's on-
began to communicate with us from the first day and after that - everything, all twenty
boys and girls unconditionally accepted her as their idol.
Doña Eleonora, a tall, black-haired Spanish woman like the others
teachers of the school, in her steah she wore a mandatory uniform -
I mean naked.
The confident steps of the teacher are heard from the corridor; we
We all always openly admire Eleanor’s legs - they are dark,
trained and covered with barely noticeable fluff. The boys are watching
on them and think how good it is to squeeze these seductive
bare legs, girls talk about how good it is to seduce with such
men... But Doña Eleonora was never a whore; student
she played basketball for the University team, that's why she didn't
such legs. Every day she rubs them with oil: her palms
glide along the leg, from the knee to the high hips. But Dona Eleono
ry also have beautiful breasts. High large breasts, slightly off-
hanging, sticking out to the sidesoft olive, as befits a woman,
crowned with large dark nipples; I know their sweet secret. More
when classes were just starting, dona Eleonora lifted her from her desk
boys and asked them if they knew how to kiss. everyone answered
that no, and then Doña Eleanor, grinning and touching her finger,
chiko of her bare chest, said: So study, senors.
The girls, with envious and burning eyes, remained where they were.
And we crowded around Eleanor and then the woman, crouching on her knee,
neither, pulled the eldest, Manuelo, to her. Naked her, by
as an adult, Manuelo was inspired by the woman’s soft and warm body;
Eleanor lay down, tipping him over and whispered: Kiss,
kiss me!
There was no need to persuade us... The woman easily dismissed Ma-
Nuelo and closed her eyes. We stuck around her; who kissed her long
tanned legs, who pressed their lips to her deliciously soft
stomach. And so it fell to me to touch her breast with my mouth; it was a story
ka! I heard her excited breathing... She was playing - definitely! -
music. I hugged the woman and pressed my lips to her bare chest,
like going to the source in summer. The most delicate skin tickled my cheek, and her
The slightly rough nipple suddenly swelled and trembled. I kissed him
He even bit it slightly, sucking it into his mouth. The woman screamed and
arms pressed us to themselves: Bert was straining over her second breast.
Ran, son of the French consul in Rosario.
... Athen I was replaced by another, and another... We wrapped around Eleanor
and finally she moaned deeply and sweetly, girls at their desks
froze and the woman, lying on the mats, whispered with laughter: Enough,
That's enough, senors. Bertrand at this time was stroking his groin with all his might
Doña Eleonora and some moisture splashed onto his fingers.
After that there was a shower.
And now Dona Eleanor entered the classroom. We got up and sang
to her, as it should have been, the opening stanza of the Anthem. Then the woman lay down
onto a small bed and, looking at us, asked:
- Boys, which of you completed your homework?
It turned out that's it.
We devoted a lot of time to the masturbation course. It was not forbidden
do this in the corridors and classrooms of the School. It was only necessary
take a shower afterwards.
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