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The Feminist

By: PrimalRoots



(I would like to stress that I respect feminism as an ideology. I am not a feminist myself, I'm happy with how we stand in America, but that doesn't mean I hate feminism. I hate RADICAL feminism. There's a big difference. Enjoy.)




"Heterosexual intercourse is the pure, formalized expression of contempt for women's bodies!" Andrea screamed.

Allen was getting pretty sick of Andrea's constant outbursts at the otherwise calm and tranquil coffee shop at which he worked. Time after time she would come in and find some excuse to start another radical feminist rant. Allen acknowledged that women still had some injustices done to them, but sex was definitely not one of them. Still, there was little he could do about her. His only option was to watch and wait for the opportunity to kick her out.

"You're scum. You're fucking scum!" she yelled. That was the opportunity Allen was looking for. He came out from behind the counter to approach her at a safe angle so that he didn't surprise her too much. The poor man she started yelling at was simply enjoying a cup of black coffee while his little girl, about four years old, munched on a piece of banana bread (which Allen made myself), when Andrea overheard him telling her about how he and her mother had gotten married. This, of course, was too easy for Andrea and she started ranting yet again.

"Okay, time to go," Allen said, making sure not to touch her.

"Oh, look, your dick-buddy is here to save the day," she taunted.

"Come on, Andrea, you're scaring the little girl," he said, referring to the quietly sobbing toddler in front of her.

"She has to hear it sooner or later, and if it's sooner, then she won't get abused by misogyny!" she yelled. All Allen did was point to the door, where she saw a police officer who had noticed the disturbance and was beginning to walk inside. Immediately she shut up, but flipped the bird toward Allen and the concerned father before leaving with her bottle of water.

"I'm very sorry about her, but until she does something actually illegal we have to keep letting her in," Allen told the father.

"Hey, it's okay," he assured Allen, "I really like this place, I'd hate for you to lose business because of her. I guess I just shouldn't take my daughter inside."

Allen sighed and then agreed with the man before returning to the counter. Looking out the window, he saw Andrea across the street, performing yet another rant on yet another unsuspecting man. Once again, Allen sighed. He wished there were something he could do about her.

Business had died down for the day, and now he only had his thoughts to occupy him. He looked out the window at Andrea, noticing even through her constantly furled eyebrow that she had a beautiful face; plump cheeks, green eyes, shining brown hair that fell delicately over her right eye, a smooth nose, and full lips. Then he noticed something strange for a feminist: she wore make up. 

He wished there were something he could do about her.

**********

Allen did not expect his day to turn so strangely so suddenly. He sat in his Biology class at the college he attended, receiving a lecture about reproductive anatomy, a subject he found far more boring than he had expected when he signed up for the class. Then, as if fate simply wanted Allen's life to be inconvenienced at every turn, the crackled voice of Andrea came from behind the doors of the lecture hall.

"The female body is not a slideshow!" she yelled through the megaphone. 

"The female body is a temple!" a large crowd of women yelled.

Allen nearly passed out from the sheer stupidity of her protest. He sat there, hoping as hard as his brain would allow that she would not come inside. The professor tried to ignore the loud interruption, but everyone's attention had been diverted from class.

"Teaching your students about female anatomy is just the first step to mistreatment and abuse!" she said.

"Leave our privates private!" the crowd behind her yelled.

Allen was becoming noticeably angry, especially considering that he had never hurt a woman in his life, physically, mentally, or spiritually. This girl, no, this bitch, he thought, was taking society and shoving a piece of shit down its throat for no particular reason. 

Andrea yelled another fallacy. "Every organ a man learns about is just another reason to discriminate against women in his beady, soulless eyes!"

Allen wanted to break her megaphone.

"All men want is sex!" Andrea said.

Allen wanted to sew her mouth shut.

"All men want is sex!" Andrea yelled.

Allen wanted to put her in an asylum.

"ALL MEN WANT IS SEX!" Andrea ululated.

A light bulb lit above Allen's head. Andrea seemed to always somehow change the subject to sex. She protested a sexual education lecture, detested heterosexual intercourse, and much more. Never had she pronounced herself a lesbian like many radical feminists would be proud to do. She was hiding something.

Suddenly there was a loud bang on the classroom door. Andrea had now directly instigated a response. "Stop this lecture!" she demanded, being backed up by the large crowd of women behind her.

Just when the professor was about to go to the door to talk to her, Allen jumped up and marched to the door, opening it wide and quickly saying to Andrea, "Follow me, we'll negotiate your demands."

She was surprised to see Allen, but also pleased that she was going to get what she wanted. "Looks like we've won again, girls!" she told her congregation. They cheered and hugged, some of them kissing in excitement.

Allen escorted her to an adjacent and empty room. Meanwhile the lecture continued in the other room. He sat down at a table across from her, staying silent for a moment as he studied her face. She wore not only foundation, but mascara as well. This confirmed his suspicion.

"Well?" she sneered.

"Tell me why you're a feminist," Allen said.

"That's not what I'm here for," she spat.

"I want to know," she said.

"Because men are all pigs!" she said.

"So it's specifically sex that you're targeting," Allen reasoned.

"No..." she wavered, suddenly regaining her austere voice a few brief moments later, "...it's everything."

"Yeah? Like what?" Allen asked.

There was a long moment of silence.

"That's what I thought. Now Andrea, I want you to listen to what I'm saying, and please don't interrupt me," Allen said, displaying his anger through his calm demeanor. He stood up and walked to her side of the table, leaning on it just a few inches from where she sat. She looked up at him with her green eyes, trying to keep hold of her strong outer shell.

"I'm listening," she impatiently spat.

"You seem to hate men. Correct?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, flaring her nostrils.

"So you're telling me that you don't want to be kissed. You don't want to come home every day from whatever your job is and see a man in your home telling you how much he loves you," he began. Allen leaned very close to her face as he noticed her becoming weakened by his force of will. "You don't want to share the intimacy of your gorgeous body with one special man," he said, now whispering. Looking directly into her eyes, he waited for a response.

"No," she whispered back.

He got extremely angry at that. He knew that deep down she did, and now having snapped, he would force it out of her.

"I bet you don't. What you really want is to be taken. You want to wait at home all day, making it nice and clean, taking care of all the chores and food, and then a man, just any old man will walk in and start taking your clothes off without a word," Allen said quietly, maintaining eye contact. He had now distracted Andrea well enough to start unbuttoning her shirt. "You'll stand there and await his orders. Maybe he wants you to get on your knees and... suck his cock. Maybe he wants you to spread your legs and start touching yourself. But it doesn't matter what he says, you'll do it."

By now her shirt was completely unbuttoned, and tears began welling in her eyes. Allen found yet another statement that Andrea had refused to make: she wore a strong, black, lacy bra. Allen continued, "You just want to please him. You would suck on his balls, get rammed up the ass, get whipped all over your body just to please him. And you'll love every second of it, too. Because when you get right down to it, you're a dirty little slut that wants nothing more than to get fucked. You just won't admit it."

Tears streamed down Andrea's face, and now that Allen's dramatic analysis had finished, she noticed that he had taken off her shirt, exposing her large and heaving breasts. She sniffled and tried with all her will not to whimper. Still, she did nothing to redress herself. With Allen still staring into her eyes, she whispered nearly inaudible, "...yes."

"Wipe your tears away," Allen told her. She complied. "Now suck my cock."

Andrea naturally would react otherwise, but having been exposed for who she really was, all she could do was listen to Allen's commands. Allen pulled out his smooth and uncircumcised cock, a sight she had not seen since high school, and Andrea's tears stopped for good. She slowly reached her hand up to touch it, but Allen interjected, "And don't close your eyes when you do it." With that final order, she grabbed onto his cock and started to warm it up with the pumping friction of her hand. It began to grow to its full eight inches, a great surprise that nearly made her blush and did make her smile.

Allen could hardly believe what was happening. What had begun as a quiet fit of rage grew into a dominant fantasy come true. The beautiful bitch he had come to know as the resident radical now sat before him, ready to give him a long awaited blow job. He watched as she gradually grew more enthusiastic when she saw his sizable manhood, and the arousal within multiplied. Not only had he seduced her, he gained control over her.

Her gorgeous green eyes looked up at him as her tongue ran across his shaft, lubricating it with her saliva. From his vantage point Allen not only saw her piercing eyes and the lewd act being performed, but also her glorious tits jiggling with her intense heartbeat and nearly spilling out of her bra.

At last she enveloped the head of his dick into her watering mouth, licking it as her head moved back and forth onto it. Andrea's eyes emanated pure lust, locking onto Allen's gaze. That look alone could have been enough to let the semen fountain out of him, but luckily the great amount of time between his last orgasm and that moment allowed for him to maintain his composure and keep her waiting. 

Andrea began to go farther down on his cock with each oral stroke, impressing Allen and making it more erotic. He now concluded that not only did she love the idea of pleasing a man, she had been practicing for quite some time, waiting for the opportunity to show her true talent. "How do you fell, Andrea?" Allen asked.

She took her mouth off of his cock for a quick moment to say with a smile, "I feel free." 

"When was the last time you were fucked, Andrea?" he asked.

"I haven't been fucked since high school, but I fuck myself twice a day with my dildo," she said openly before returning to fellatio.

"Strip," Allen ordered.

Very quickly, Andrea stood up and began to get her clothes off, but after a quick thought, she began to enact a striptease, slowly removing her already unbuttoned shirt and tossing it across the room. She swayed her hips, feeling free and sexy, then removed her belt and dropped it. She pressed her tits together for a moment, bending down to show them off. Then she unzipped her tight jeans, letting each inch of her tantalizing flesh slowly reveal itself. About three inches below her hips, Andrea turned around and bent over, letting her plump rear end face Allen head on. At last her jeans fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, now down to her underwear. 

Allen stood there with his cock out, trying his hardest not to tackle and mount her right then and there. Her own initiative to start stripping caused Allen to sweat with anticipation, and he tried his hardest to keep his hand from stroking his cock. He didn't want to look too excited. Besides, an idea was forming in his head...

"Get the rest off, now," Allen said.

She bit her lip excitedly and removed her black panties, exposing her wet pussy. She yanked at the hooks of her bra until they unlatched, and she let it fall to the floor. Andrea turned around, displaying her divinely sexy body. Her nipples extended from her breasts and her juices nearly dripped down her leg.

"Bend over," he told her. She bent over the table, sticking out her ass and showcasing her clean pucker hole for Allen. How unfortunate for her that this view looked so tempting to Allen. "Touch yourself," he commanded while he thought over his next move. Her expert fingers reached between her legs and began playing with her unguarded clitoris, eliciting moans escaping her full lips.

Allen couldn't help but stare at Andrea's asshole, which practically beckoned for his cock. On the one hand, he thought, he'd never done such a thing before, and felt like it could make him question his respect for women. On the other hand, Andrea was a stupid, ignorant, faux-feminist bitch who lied to herself and everybody else about who she really was for no apparent reason. She made his work a living hell, and made the world a much more difficult place to live in for women and especially men. On that same hand, she deserved some punishment.

"Andrea, you will do exactly as I say," Allen explained vaguely.

"I will," she said between moans.

"You're about to take it in the ass," he grumbled. She turned her head in confusion as Allen spit onto her sphincter, and then gasped as he quickly dipped his head into her asshole. Andrea screamed, and Allen feared for a moment that the class would hear and come in, but nothing came of it. Her pain caused her legs to weaken, and so Allen grabbed her hips to keep her up. Her extreme tightness nearly choked the blood out of Allen's dick, so he started to slide it just a little deeper into her in order to begin the loosening process. Andrea's whimpers and groans grew louder as her tears returned. She wanted it to stop until...

"You like this very much," Allen said.

Andrea suddenly felt much more at ease. The pain continued and there was no denying its presence, but she felt more adjusted to it, like it was no bearable. "I do... I love it," she whimpered, "I love your dick in my ass."

"Then have some more," Allen said as he pushed his cock an inch deeper into her colon, meeting much resistance from her virgin asshole. Andrea screamed again, finally feeling the first sign of pleasure along with the pain. A tingle surged through to her vagina as she felt the painful rip of Allen's thick penis in her back door. A small voice told her to make it stop, but her desire to please Allen said otherwise.

"More... please give me more..." she begged. She gathered enough focus to put her hand back to work on her clitoris. As she did, the pain in her ass began to subside. "It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"Oh?" he said. His urge to punish her was much stronger than his urge to get his rocks off. Allen slapped her right butt cheek hard, leaving a handprint and garnering a long gasp from his new slut. Just when she thought that was the sharpest blade in his arsenal, he forcefully jammed the rest of his six inches all the way into her ass, making her scream as loud as Allen could have imagined, and making her legs give in, her knees buckling beneath her. Luckily, Allen was still holding her hips and kept her up.

"FUCK!!! Oh shit, shit, shit!!! Unhhh!!!" she screamed, wriggling and writhing beneath Allen's grasp.

Allen waited but a brief moment before he let himself fuck her ass at a moderate tempo, making her hold out her scream even longer as the pleasure-pain overwhelmed Andrea. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Ohhhh my ass, ohhh my fucking ass!!"

"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it," Allen yelled at her.

"I do... OW... oh fuck, I do, I want more... I want you to fuck my ass... I'll let you do anything to me..." she screamed.

He noticed that his rhythm shook her tits, and he grabbed onto them, pinching her already hard nipples as she tried to recover from the sudden pain. "Tell me you're mine," he said.

"I'm yours... oh fuck, Allen, I'm yours whenever you want me. I love sex and I'll be your sex toy night or day. I promise. I'm your personal slut- AHH!"

The tightness of her ass began to grow on Allen's shaft, and he gathered more saliva to re-lubricate her hole. Still, the tightness did not cede, but his pace was able to become quicker. After a few moments he finally realized that the tightness was not coming from her, but rather the beginnings of his ejaculation. Allen pulled his cock out of Andrea's stretched hole, and pulled her to her knees, facing his crotch.

Allen shoved his length back into Andrea's mouth, enacting a face-fucking session to keep himself warm until the long-awaited release. She gladly let the taste of her asshole slide past her tongue and into her throat, until at last he removed himself and let his cum fountain across her face, coating both of her cheeks and dripping down to her chin.

"Thank you," she said.

"Negotiations over," Allen said. Andrea didn't quite understand what is was he meant until he put his penis back into his trousers, and picked her up off the floor. She didn't struggle, she only gave him a questioning look through her cum-splattered face. Allen took her back through the classroom, getting the attention of the entire classroom. They saw the full-clothed Allen take the completely naked and red-assed feminist to the door of the classroom where he let her back to her feet, and pushed her out into the awaiting crowd of radicals.

Andrea screamed, and started to run away, trying to find something so she could cover up. Some of her acolytes began to yell at her in angry surprise, both asking what happened and why she looked like a whore. When she had completely disappeared from the scene, they all looked to Allen. He looked out amongst the crowd with a stern and angry look.

"Get a life, you fucking bitches."

**********

Allen sat in his apartment feeling extremely proud of himself. He feared that he would be disgusted with his actions, but in truth he had never felt a bigger rush. He sat on his couch, feet on the coffee table, thinking of what other exciting things he could do in the world of dominance. Just then, the answer came to his door.

Allen stood up to open the door and find the source of the knocking. When he did, there stood before him a red-faced Andrea, looking down at her feet. Allen said nothing, feeling sheer surprise.

"I told you I was yours..." she said. "I'm your personal slut now."

Allen brought his hand up to her chin so he could see the shining emeralds in her eyes. "You mean that?"

She smiled, looking back at him, and with more honesty than she had ever given anyone, she spoke. 

"I've never felt happier than I did with a big cock inside of me."

The Feminist I Should Be



Chapter One

My name is Kailee and I'm not the feminist I should be.

It's not easy to exactly explain what I mean by that. After all, that word -"feminist"- means a lot of things to a lot of people. I am a feminist with intentionality. I know what assertiveness is. Also, fuck June Clever because I won't be raising kids and cooking for a husband. Not now, and probably not ever. No, I'd rather be like Simone de Beauvoir someone who understood love. Someone who gave ideal true natural love, not contract whore love.

I am still not the feminist I should be.

Assertive: that's a good trait. Doc Odem's gender and the media project requires it. A simple assignment and we need partners. First off, I've got no problem working with boys. It is this boy. The boy I'm looking at right now as our class shuffles out, the one guy who is smart enough to pull his weight in the assignment. He's the boy with an ironing board hard six-pack and a tight little ass. This is the one guy who better not have a partner yet. The one guy I have enough fuckin' rapport with. The one guy who is passing me up.

"Ade?" I say as he ignores me, "Ade, wait a minute please." Ade turned. He wasn't handsome he had too much brownish stubble around that jaw to be handsome. "Hey Kailee," he said with poker faced politeness. "Look Ade," I had rehearsed this over in my head a few times, "The gender and media project. We have to work with someone of the opposite gender." "Yeah I know," he replied flatly. "Okay... well... I still think that you're probably the best guy in the class," -Fuck... I wasn't supposed to say 'best guy'- "and we can probably work together, you know what I mean" trying to sound more official and platonic.

"I don't have a partner yet...." He said slowly, "but maybe...."

"What; you don't want to?" I interrupted.

"It's time," he asserted, "You think you can make time?" The look upon his face clearly telling me he could easily walk away, his stare just daring me to blink. I wasn't going to falter though. "Yes, I can make time." I replied with the same disconnection he afforded me.

"Good, you've got my number."

We both left the lecture hall and walked away. Why Ade had to act all anal with me I don't know or care. I am not going to think about why he still acts weird because now is Clara time.

Clara is my friend and the best girl to live with ever. Clara and I shared a room our freshman year in the co-ed dorm everyone called "the Pan." She was a feminist in her own ways. You see, she had done a lot of theater and dancing in high school. Now, in college, she put those skills to a liberated use at Blue Lagoon gentlemen's club. You can imagine me and her next to each other. I've got the right kind of cleavage for a low cut tank top and Clara's legs; well only the floor stopped them. When we went meeting the first floor boys, Clara and I were untouchably hot together.

One of those freshman year roommate double dates went something like this: Ade took me out and Clara went out with some guy Ade knew. I can't remember his name, but we were in Ade's car on the way home from the club. Clara and her date sat in the back sucking face, and groping each other like it was prom night in a limo. His erection could only have gotten harder as she shoved her hand down his pants and stroked it. They were so hot it nearly got me to put my hand down my shorts as I heard the smacks and exhales of each long kiss. As soon as we stopped, they said a breathy good-bye and ran up stairs. That left Ade and I in the car.

He held my hand. The rest of me followed him into the back seat. Did I tell you he had abs like a washboard? A product of all that running I remember thinking as I ran my fingers up and down his torso. I tickled the crevice of his abdomen. He moaned at every playful scratch I gave him and those moans made my cunt tingle. He reached out to grab my tit pushing up, and moved it in a hurried circle. I'd felt it before: senior year of high school. My hand grabbed his hand and held it. He kept thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Yeah, I was wet, but my legs crossed tight I wish they hadn't. Those stupid giggles, they just came out of me, so stupid. Clara had been sad for me the next day. I told her I didn't really want to fuck him because he was a track guy. Clara rolled her eyes and sighed at me. As for her date, she dished about feel of his cock in her mouth, his lips sucking at her clit, and the cow-girl ride she took until she came. She never mentioned the guy again. She's got no strings, Clara.

Now in the second semester of our junior year Clara and I were sharing a thin crust pizza between us, the day's study tasks were still on my mind. It was nice to look at something as pretty as Clara's dark sleek hair that fell around her neck. "It looks good, Clara, for the big weekend?"

"mmm hmm-," nodding her head in affirmation she turned her head to displayed the straight, shimmering, curtain with a grand smile. "Oh... that's got to be Lap dance money," I said with a grin.

With a laugh she admitted, "Yeah Johann hasn't seen it yet. He'll see it tomorrow at the 'big event'. I crossed my arms in a mock pout. "I'm still a little upset," I told her. Her eyes blew open at me, "What; I don't want to ruin the surprise," a scheming look upon her face. "It's your birthday this weekend and you still won't tell me where we're going Saturday night."

Best friends, boyfriends, and birthday competition: I'd have Clara all to myself Friday night. Saturday night was her actual birthday. She made plans with Johann --they'd been seeing one another now for nine months- but it wasn't some exclusive thing. I was coming along too. I had gotten over the third wheel thing, just barely.

"Because we just found the place," she pulled out her phone, fiddled with it and displayed it for me. The picture was a nice cottage look with a huge deck. "Right on the beach too, two stories, it's there."

"Wow," I said with a happy giggle, "so... what is going on?"

"Big party, live DJs, It'll be fun."

"Clara... how did Johann get this set up?" I asked. Clara laughed, "It's not just for me. I wish! No Johann found the place... friend of a friend type thing? It's almost a party crash, except they know we'll be there."

"Not crashing huh?" It was a damn nice looking house, "But what is he doing for you? I mean your birthday... he's better do something other than just take you to a party..."

Clara snickered wickedly.

"What?"

"You'll see."

 Chapter Two

She never told me, but a clear and cool Saturday night came. Johann, Clara, and I walked in as the party was going. Clara had her tight spaghetti string red top on with just enough of her midriff on display. I matched her with my low cut one piece dress that let my legs out. Johann --well you can imagine how he felt- strutted in down the hall with deliberate nonchalance. He got his high-fives and chesty man-hugs from his bros. He pulled a friend aside and I was introduced as a friend of his girlfriend. He said his name was Colin and in tight black tank-top, Dickies jeans, and a hard hand shake.

"Nice dress Kailee," he asserted "Nice tank top," I retorted. "Yeah... well stop staring please..." he said with the most natural glint you'd ever seen, "you're making me feel all creepers." I bit my lip a just a bit. I couldn't tell if he knew I had suppressed a smile. He turned to Johann and invited us over to the one free table in the house. Clara sat on Johann's lap while I took the chair next to Colin. Johann announced a game of never-have-I ever, and gestured for another girl to join us. Before it was done, I had revealed oral sex in a public bathroom and an awkward experiment with a sixty-nine position. Colin had once drunkenly fucked a girl on a dorm lawn.

In the end Clara and the other girl were down to the group whore contest. Colin broke his poker face and announced, "Never have I ever experimented with lesbianism." We all stared at Clara and her competitor. "I'm not a whore!!" the blonde girl cried as she helplessly laughed at herself. "No," said Clara, "whores do it for money."

"It's curiosity! Just like 69 girl here!" she pointed at me. I stared her down like a gunslinger. "Drink, you slut," I ordered. She complied, her face flushed.

"It's the rules, do you really think you're not a slut?" said Johann. "Don't call her that..." said Clara as she play-slapped Johann.

"I thought we discussed this," said Johann, "you remember last week you me and Kailee had a long talk about this. You were telling me that a slut is not a whore and that being a slut was actually a good thing because it um... what's the word?" Clara cut him off by yanking his hair back. She gave him a huge open-mouthed kiss.

"Okay, well me and 69-girl are getting up now" Colin stated. He tugged at my hand. I was carried along reflexively. "You coming too, Johann?" he inquired. Clara covered her mouth with her hand and whispered into Johann's ear. "Ah no, you two go dance. We'll be around..."

Colin had me outside before I knew it. There were Bodies grinding all around me to the drones of the bass beat. Yeah, I could tell he was pea cocking at me, which is good, because I craved his pecks. I clawed at his torso. I palmed his pecks both in each hand. He just kept dancing while I watched his shoulders move to the music. My ass taunted his crotch, by the second song, I clasped my hands around his neck and locked my eyes with him. My cleavage was on displayed for him and my nipples had to be poking through by now, fucker held his eyes on mine. Why didn't he just stare at my tits like he was supposed to? What would he do when I spread my legs and let his thick thigh come between them? I was getting a bit wet against his body. I think he could tell. Colin kissed my neck as the music changed pace. My eyes closed as I soaked in the affection.

Some frat boy hollered something. I turned towards the commotion. The crowd formed in a circle somewhere in the beach house. It was a good interruption, I gave Colin a return kiss and stepped through the door to the inside pushing through bodies. My skin flushed when I saw it.

Johann, shirtless like a lifeguard, lay sprawled out on his back. Every one of his muscles was displayed. Clara kicked her leg in the air. Then she straddled him pumping her hips on top of his cock. She rubbed he tits. She grabbed the bottom of her top. It was tossed off in flash, her tits falling out her nipples pointed and thick. The guys and even the girls cheered at the liberation. Johann smiled as he groped Clara's mounds, pulling her tits to his face as he moved in. I was so close to them. I was close enough to hear his lips smack as he sucked, pulled, and released each one of nipples. Clara threw hear head back her lips parted into an excited laughter. Johann pulled her down and flung his arms above his head, expectantly. Clara tossed her shimmering hair to the side and they locked lips. That torso, every line of definition was caressed by Clara's soft fingers. He responded only with moans.

Amidst the smell of liquor and sweat I could catch the wafts of my own wetness. It was well through my panties now. My mouth opened as my breathing became slow and heaving. My body ached and burned at me. Clara moved down the center of his six pack, the things she did with her mouth made him pant. The hollers and cries for what would come next erupted, I wanted it too.

Applause broke out when Clara yanked off Johann's pants, his turgid cock springing out. She spit all dirty on top of it, and licked it until the shaft glowed with both spit and pre-cum. She turned for the crowd tossed off her skirt with a single, sensual, dancer's movement. I hadn't realized she wore no panties tonight. She squatted onto his face and leaned down towards his cock. Clara's tasted it slowly, painting it with her tongue. Johann groaned. I salivated at the sound. He opened his mouth lapping at the surface of her bare pussy. She parted her lips with the swollen head and swallowed his cock; they let out loud muffles together. Then Clara's stomach tightened and convulsed, her moans reaching a rhythmic crescendo. Finally, she threw her head back and wailed as the orgasm shook her body as drips of his cum dribbled from her lip.

My breaths ragged as I panted, my flesh getting hotter and hotter. The burning feeling steamed out with every shallow exhale. Clara stood up moving to straddle Johann's cock. She yelped as it glided into her. Then Johann began to piston upward with the speed of some merciless jackhammer. The crowd applauded as Clara, with tits pointed skyward, panted in a trance of joy. Johann kept thrusting like he'd never stop. Pushing my way through that sweaty crowd I dashed into a bathroom. Locking the door I braced myself against the wall with one hand, and swat my own cunt with the other. I kept at it until I shook from the orgasm that was pent up inside me. I fell against the wall like a dummy as outside Clara wailed. The crowd cheered as Johann gave Clara the best birthday gift of her life.

 Chapter Three

Ade and I were at the library café. We sat across from each other as good partners should. We both stared down at a list of questions. "Ade, what did Doc Odem say again, rule number one?"

"Avoid asking interviewees 'yes' or 'no' questions."

"So what kind of questions does he want us ask?"

"Please stop tapping your pen on the table."

"Huh? What?" Then I realized what I was doing. I bet I looked really stupid.

"Doc Odem said. Open ended questions, hypothetical questions." Ade said, returning to my question, "any ideas?"

How would you react if your best friend had sex in public? I thought.

"Um....can you give an example of a time you thought that a man or woman was objectified in a film or television show?"

"Okay..." Ade wrote the question down, "Doc. Odem also said to ask questions that assume a positive response..."

What inspires you to have exciting, exhibitionist, sex? I thought to myself again.

"How about, 'what is the best example of a sexual relationship you've seen in movies or television?'" Ade offered.

"Movies are always idealized and patriarchal," I rebutted, "Let's change it to, 'what is the most realistic, but still happy, romantic relationship you've seen in TV or movies?'"

Ade nodded as he wrote it down. "Wait..." he stalled, "shouldn't we like, -not- censor questions because they might be patriarchal?"

Was it still patriarchal? Who was in the position of power that night? Did Clara objectify herself? No of course not. It was who she was. The dancer, the stripper, it was her birthday present and she loved it. I'm sure Johann loved it too. All eyes on him and his girl, but was she a trophy for him? I don't know. That was how they loved it, Johann loves to fuck and Clara loves to be seen. That night was not the first time I saw them fuck. The first time I was nearly passed-out drunk on a couch in our apartment after a party died down. He was just another hook-up then. "Shouldn't we go to the bedroom?" Clara whispered after they kissed. "Why would we want to do that?" He continued unabated. Clara placed her hands on his chest.

"No wait, Kailee always says "no sex on the couch..."

Johann moved both her hands off his chest. He brought them around to the base of her back. Both his arms held them there. She faced him, locked in his hug. "Kailee is out, the couch is comfortable." He pecked her on the lips, "so this is where I'm going to fuck you now."He didn't let her hands budge. He planted kisses on her bare neck and around her half exposed tits as he pleased. I could hear her breathing.

"Now, get naked," he told her.

Only then did he release her hands. Clara stripped off every last bit of her clothes. She stood their nude in front of him. He shoved her hands down into the couch. Then and only then did I see him lose his shirt. How I loved watching them that night! I loved the sight of Johann's unbreakable rhythm while she was pinned down at her shoulders. Those breathy, quiet gasps and his whispered grunts were the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.

"Kailee! Are you with me here?" Ade said. I was shaken back into the present.

"What?"

"That's got to be the third time I've brought you back to real world." Crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"I'm paying attention!"

"Is this just your general flakiness, or is it an extra dose this time?" Ade retorted.

"Hey!"

"Look," Ade continued as he uncrossed his arms and held his hands open towards me, "You've gotten weird on me more than once. More than research partners..."

I froze my eyes like a deer in headlights. Why did he even still remember?

"...but you chose me. So if there is something weird going on"

"Nothing is weird," I interjected , "totally nothing weird at all."

"So should we or should we not censor questions?"

"Oh... okay yeah I think I can phrase it better."

Ade and I went back and forth like that for what felt like all afternoon finally settling on a list of ten questions even though our goal had been fifteen.

Later that night, Clara and I watched the minutes run out during medieval lit class. Long droning lectures by professor Wittenhaus. His eyes tended to dart around the room and he'd gesture with his jazz hands. Sometimes he would say things like, "therefore, God is triangle". It was funny somehow but I just didn't get it. Texting Clara, like we always did, with a fussy "let's talk right after."

"So what's on your mind?" she asked when we stepped out into the lawn. I bit my tongue as another group of students walked by. "Thinking about your birthday, when you did it, did you feel completely objectified?"

"What?" Clara's nose scrunched like she smelled something bad.

"No" I face palmed, "What I mean is did you feel like a slut, the girl power slut?"

"Oh okay," Clara smiled in relief as she put her hand on me shoulder to forgive my poor choice of words. She paused a moment to choose hers carefully. "It's kind of like two things going together you know, like I am a slut but his slut."

"What do you mean by "'his slut'" I inquired.

"It's not like I am his trophy, but it sort of is. It's like we are each other's trophies and everyone needs to know that."

"That's why?"

"Yeah Kailee," Clara said, the proud memory written all over her face. "I wanted to perform with him. I loved it. No one gets to fuck him but me, and we both look hot when we're doing it. No one else gets to look as hot or as hot in the right way as we do."

"It's like your pole-dancing then; I mean you always tell me that it is your best job ever because that's the power slut too."

"Yeah... it's like that Kailee, It's good for Johann too. He likes know that other guys want to fuck me, but he's the one who gets to do it." I thought back to that first time I saw them fuck, the very first time, that feeling of admiration of their freedom. "You so want to get fucked like that, don't you Kailee?" Clara grinned right through me.

"I uh..."

"Let's just grab a guy and let his dick fall into you tonight. How about that Colin guy? We can even get Johann and his brothers to watch," her words trailing off. I giggled at the thought. "I don't want...." I stammered.

"Baby steps, first, Kailee," Clara reassured me.

 Chapter Four

The windows are closed and the doors are locked. Three cell phones sit on the end table next to me. I demanded they be accounted for. I rub my naked body against the sheets on top of soft arm chair. It cradles me.

"Are you ready?" Said Clara looking up at me, she held out a pink handled clippers and wax. I looked at my fully clothed friend. My legs opened up, Clara warmed up the lather in her hands, making a wet slapping sound. Then I felt tingles and warmth as she worked it into my bush. My body tensed as she worked the lather through my neatly trimmed pussy hair. "I can't believe it has taken us so long to do this" a wide and giddy grin adorning Clara's face. Each tug of the strip panged the mons of my cunt. The room was quiet save for that ripping sound. I shivered with each affectionate scratch. Clara rinsed me with a bowl of water. I opened my eyes and saw my lips bare, shimmering, and smooth. Something in the back of my mind told me to close my legs, but I refused that little voice.




The Feminist I Should Be Pt. 02



Author's note: Because everyone gave such good response to the first story, here is the continuation of the first story. The original can be found here. Please, read and comment! I'd love to hear what you thought of this story. 

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Chapter One

We laid in a cozy tight twin bed. I sat up. I sat up next to Ade. The sheets feel off of me. It left me completely naked on the edge. I turned behind and Ade still laid there on his side. His round shoulder and those curled locks of hair were the exposed above the light blue sheets.

This was not our first time. I don't mean it wasn't our first time fucking. I mean it wasn't our first time when one of us stayed over at the others and we woke up in the same bed. All the night's sweat grime was still on us. The window was cracked, but we kept the blinds drawn because I wanted it so. I reached out and touched the uncovered shoulder of his. I stroked his arm just a bit. He was so fucking built and so warm to touch. Ade purred at me in response.

"Hey," he whispered at me.

"Hey yourself," I said. Those eyes opened up. I had to catch my breath. His eyes were still dark and cunning, even under a bunch of twisted locks. Ade arose. The sheets rolled off of him. His pecks and ironed six pack showed. It made this hard long trench straight down his torso. He placed his warm hands around my navel. I smiled as I felt his kiss on my back. Then up near my shoulders, then again on my neck.

"Did you have a good sleep?" he said to me, "Feel good now?"

"Yes," I said.

"Good," Ade whispered into my ear. His hands were at my breasts now. He grasped them. He warmed them. It always felt so good when he touched them like that, "I think that we were loud, and I think that you liked it."

"Yeah?" I said. I inhaled as he nibbled around my neck. I was getting warmer, "What makes you say that?"

"Because I could feel you cum," he said. I was pulled down into the bed next to him. My body tingled as Ade wrapped his arms up and down it. I felt his erection stiffen against my ass. One hand ran up the neck and tilted my face towards his. "I always feel you cum," he whispered, "You liked the things I did to you."

"Yes," I said, "don't you forget it." I bucked my hips against his throbbing shaft. I felt the deep growl from his chest. His arms tightened around me. It made me shiver. We exhaled together then I felt his lips softly land on mine, only to pull back.

"You're so sexy, Ade," I said. He pressed his lips against mine. He stayed there this time. I felt his tongue slip between my lips. My mouth opened to welcome him in. My pussy tingled as he cupped it with his hand. I craned my head back. He began to move with eager desire. My hips bucked in unison with him. He massaged my cunt up and down. He toyed with my lips. He slicked his fingers up and down my clit.

"You're getting wet," he said. I felt his other hand toy with my nipple. I responded only with a happy moan while he continued to tease my body. I reached behind me. I took a hold of his cock. I felt it throb for me.

"You're hard," I said, "I wanna get loud again." He parted my legs. He his fingers spread my lips. He drove his cock into me, making cry out just a little. He moved in deep, probing my cunt. He locked his eyes at me. I closed mine as he kept me controlled with his arms. My slick cunt was massaged by his cock. We rocked together in a perfect rhythm. Each of us moaning, gasping, and heaving together.

"Touch me," I begged, "I want you to touch me." His fingers went straight for my clit. He stirred it around. I cried out as began to feel my body respond and convulse. I felt his cock jab against my cervix.

"Don't stop, Ade."

"I'm not going to stop," he panted, "I want you to cum." 

I wanted to cum. My back arched. I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. I whimpered and heaved as he tirelessly, rhythmically, fucked me. Then he thrust deeper in me. "Fuck, that's so good," I stammered. It shook my whole my body. It pushed me over the cliff. Ade gripped me harder as my body shook against him. My head lulled back. My mouth froze open. I heaved out moans with each wave of my orgasm.

Moments later, Ade groaned. I felt him spend himself inside me.

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I always showered first after we fuck. I sat on the bed, comfortable and clean. A bit later Ade came out of the shower. I sat there with my hair still wet and my clothes, mostly rumpled and icky, from last night on. I liked Ade when he was like that, all shirtless and toweled. It was kinda hot. He took one look at me. Why did he look at me like that? It was this kind of inquisitive glare. Was that a stink-eye?

"What?" I asked.

Ade simply turned around. He reached into his closet. He pulled out a pair of boxers. He pulled up over under his towel. What was he, some board shorting guy on Huntington Beach?

"Kailee," he said. He reached for a shirt now, "What exactly is it that you want out of this?"

"Want?" I stammered all stupid. I repeated his question, "what do you mean 'want'?"

Ade turned at me and gave me that kinda mean glare. He raised an eyebrow at me. As if he didn't want to spell it out for me.

"What, do you want out of this," he repeated.

"I don't want anything," I blurted out, "there's nothing to want. Everything's fine."

"So," said Ade pulling on a pair of rumpled jeans, "This thing that we've been doing, it's only that thing that we've been doing?"

That thing that we've been doing had been pretty much what just did. Ever since that first time in front of Clara, I'd given Ade a standing invitation to my pussy. We did finish our project together too. I think that was another time that we really good sex. Clara called it 'Victory Sex.' Also, I couldn't stand to be in the apartment when Clara had Johann over. Jumping into bed with Ade sure beats staying out all night or falling asleep in the library.

"Umm..." I responded, "Ade it's just that.. I don't want.. I don't know... monogamy."

That's a good reason. 

"Monogamy?" he recoiled at me, "wow. That's way high on seriousness scale there. Were you afraid I was going to give you ring?"

"No!" I protested, "of course not. It's just that monogamy is umm... well I like what we're doing. Don't you?"

"Yes," he said. He was fully clothed now.

"Okay," I said, "so you're getting what you want. I sure as hell am not holding out on you. And when you fuck me? Ade, that's better than drugs!"

"And that's it?" said Ade.

"Yes," I said, "I want to keep it that way. Are you going to be able to keep it that way?"

He approached me. He ran his finger along my jaw line. I looked up at him, half cringing that our little unspoken deal could fall apart at any moment. He gave me that look again, that look that dared me to blink.

"Yes," he finally said, "We're clear then."

"Okay!" I said, "Good. I'm glad that we can be cool."

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That was how it was going to be. Ade and I were going to play it cool. He was my now my official adventure time buddy. We were totally going to keep this going long after hot, dirty, victory sex in front of Clara.

Oh God, Clara!

You know what? I am kind of glad that things got busy over the last few weeks of the semester. I like that things got nice and busy with her finals, and my big project for Doc Odem's class, and how I could always come up with a plausible excuse not to make it out to the bar. I always had a good excuse not to be around her and Johann. I'm doing it for my health really anyway. You know that too much cheap liquor just poisons your body.

Now though? Well Clara begged me to come with her. It wasn't like I could avoid it so much anymore anyway. So one Saturday, I finally went out with Clara and Johann. We were in this little SUV. Johann was driving of course and I was with in the back seat. Clara sat in front. Do you know how hard it was to watch them? I mean, I was sitting in the back sit with a pair of aviator sunglasses on. That way I could roll my eyes and glare behind them. It was so frustrating to watch her casually pet Johann's shoulder as we drove out to the Blue Lagoon Gentleman's Club.

We stopped the car at the back lot. Clara stepped out of the car. She motioned for us to wait for a moment, then entered some employee pass code in the back door and entered. Why did she leave me alone in the car? I looked up. Johann gave me this smug, knowing grin. Ugh! I felt my stomach turn.

"What?" I finally said. My eyes were like venom-tipped daggers behind my mirrored glasses.

"So, when are you going to tell me who the lucky bro is?" he said.

"What? Clara told you?"

"She might have let it slip," he continued, "You know she was really proud of you. I don't think that I have seen her that excited and happy for you in a long time. And you know what? Maybe there might be another time that you can really cut loose."

My polite smile actually made my face hurt.

"You're not chicken are you?" said Johann bluntly, "Because Clara says there's no difference between performing for one and performing for a hundred."

"Hey!" I said firmly, "Clara is my friend. So that makes it different. She gets the privilege to get off on what Ade and I do. You think I'm some cheap house rat?"

"So it is Ade," said Johann, "Yeah... I thought it might be."

I covered my face with my hands. I clenched my jaw. Dammit! So stupid!

"So are you two, like an exclusive thing yet, or are you maybe thinking about doing something a bit more liberated?"

"What do you mean 'liberated'?"

"You never pledged, Kailee. Clara didn't either. It means that you get to get away with things without a sorority standards board harping after you for it."

"Oh, so I'm liberated to be some object? You mean like joining some guy's harem? That's not fucking liberated!"

Johann blinked at me. Could I see him drawing connections? Was that guilt? No! He can't know.

"Whoa... Kailee," he slowed down, "I didn't mean that. Hey forget I said anything. I mean, Clara knows you got your own pace with this kind of thing."

Just before I let him have it, Clara came through the back door. I turned to smile back at her. It diffused my mood. She motioned for us to leave the car. We got out and followed her in.

I can't decide whether or not the back room of the Blue Lagoon Gentlemen's Club was seedy or classy. I think it was mostly classy. I don't think strip clubs come in any other variety. She lead us pass the manager's office and into the store room. "Miriam says that we can borrow this one." Clara gestured like a car model to a solid brass pole. It lay discarded next to an octagon-shaped base. It was a miniature stage set for the go. Johann looked at it with a glint of boyish glee in his eyes. My aviators were still on. I didn't care if we're indoors. Why should you only wear sunglasses outside?

"How are we going to fit that in the car?" I asked. I pointed toward the base. It must've been the size of full mattress.

"We can collapse it like this, sweetie," Clara said. She squatted down and undid a few latches on the base. We divided up the base together. We carried the heavy, wooden stage pieces out to the car. Johann insisted on lifting the brass bar by himself. He held them over his shoulder like he was some stupid logger or something. Douchebag. We got everything into the car. It was only then that we all looked in and realized there was no room left in the back seat.

"Where am I going to sit now?" I asked. Clara was trying in vain to push aside the stage pieces. The two halves of the pole weren't budging either.

"I don't know," said Clara, "Do you want Johann's lap or mine?"

"Yeah..." said Johann, "You know Clara you can drive don't you?"

"I call shotgun! Clara, let's cuddle!" I said. 

Fake smiles hurt so much.

Chapter Two

It was the end of the semester. It was the end of the year. You could feel the entire campus breathe collective sighs of relief. Dorms were starting to empty, campus apartments were getting cleaned out, and the evenings on fraternity row were beginning to heat up.

I greeted Ade with my hot midriff and cleavage top. It was the green one. The same one I wore when I totally ambushed his cock with Clara watching. I decided that I'd wear a little bit longer skirt though. There'd be enough ivory leg clichés walking around. Also, Ade, came dressed right too. He had those tight jeans, a white undershirt that exposed his collar bones, and black and grey striped shirt left casually open.

We walked together pass the houses. There was some little kid tide pool full of beer. That house was already getting into full swing. Some stupid freshman pledge --complete with his dumbass greek sweatshirt- puffed his cigar smoke circles while batting eyes at me. I hooked myself to Ade's arm and looked past him.

We arrived at Johann's frat house. Ade rapped on the door. Some dude in a toga opened the door. His eyes ran over me. I puffed out my tits only so slightly for him.

"You bringing the talent, bro?" he said to Ade.

"The talent?" Ade asked.

"I'm not the talent," I said.

"You a brother?" Toga boy said to Ade. He totally ignored me.

"No," he said, "Johann called us in. This is his girlfriend's best friend."

"Oh!" said toga boy. His eyes widened in recognition, "Oh okay. Yeah come on guys!"

All the brothers were in togas. They were like low cut shirts for men. There's nothing wrong with a bunch of pectorals floating around the place. A DJ spun music at the end of the room. Colored lights scintillated radiated out from his booth. Couples were spinning around and grinding their bodies before each other. In the center of the entire there was the stripper pole and stage. The brothers really went all out for this. It stood elevated on concrete blocks. The shaft rose straight to the ceiling. Already there were stage lights fixed on it. Yet not a single person had trespassed on it on it. It stood like a sacred relic in a pagan temple. 

While we danced, a few of the brothers parted a path. Johann came through. Clara came behind him. She wore a grey trench coat down that went down to her calves. Her eyes! Flowing, soft, lines of black and lavender circled her them. Clara's eye make-up was a work of art tonight. Literally. She winked wickedly at as she walked by. On her entrance, some brothers cleared a circled around the stage. Ade had to pull me back because I didn't notice. Suddenly, she stood on the stage.

The music smoothly shifted to deliberate steady, almost meditative, piano chords with hints of synthesized rhythm. Clara looked down at the crowed. She undid the belt at center of her coat. I loved that tease while she rolled back her shoulders. The coat dripped slowly off her body. Hollers and whistle came from the crowd. I could see her in nothing but a lavender-lined black sports bra. The thin line of her abdominal muscles went straight down to matching panties. She moved her hips to the slow, implied rhythm of music.

She was so hypnotically hot. All the brothers and the girls stared transfixed. She turned and grabbed the pole. She kicked one of her long, slender legs up into the air. She arched her torso back, throwing one hand out free. Her mouth opened. Her eyes closed. She exhaled suggestively.

The music changed pace. The rhythm grew stronger. Clara stepped away from the pole, and flung herself towards the crowd. She caught a hold of the pole and circled again above the crowd, her free limbs stretched out as if she was flying. Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd. She responded to it with a furious series of kicks and spins around the stage.

Clara slithered up the pole, suspended herself by her arms, and stretched her legs wide and open. Everyone in the crowd had to wonder what her pussy looked like beneath those panties. Ade grabbed me from behind. Clara slid down the pole in a deadly drop. Her body turned and flowed with the rhythm of the music. She squatted, legs wide open, before Johann. She caressed and rubbed her body and unzipped her bra. Her tits, nipples clearly hard, flashed before him and the crowd. Roars of approval resounded to the wonderful sight.

"She's really good," Ade whispered, "Do you like it?" I couldn't help but respond. My hips bucked against him. I had been feeling that erection for a bit now.

"Yeah," I said lazily, "I can tell you do too." He almost turned red. He drew his hand up my jaw and tilted my head back. His lips locked with him. I felt his body purr. When my eyes opened, I could swear that Clara looked straight at us. She ran one arm up the length of the pole behind her head. The other ran straight down the center of body. Two of her fingers slid under her panties. Cheers became chants from the crowd. She taunted them as she spun and danced in time, only to suddenly kick of her panties into the crowd.

She leapt at the pole and flew around it again. Her beautiful, bare vagina glistened for the crowd. She returned to pole and clung to it. She began to moan --a real moan- while she glided down the shaft. It was lubed up by her cunt. The song died down and the crowd cheered.

Johann helped her down off the stage. Clara wrapped her legs around him while she clung to his shoulders. Her hair shrouded their kiss from all of us. It was beautiful. I felt sick feeling that, but it was beautiful to see her nude and held there with him. She dropped to the floor, and skipped towards me, pulling Johann along with him.

"You're coming along with me, aren't you sweetie?" she said with look of crazed naughtiness in those lavender painted eyes, "and him too right?"

"Wait! Where?" I stammered.

"Some place fun, Kailee," she said. She stroked my forearm, "I can tell Ade wants to come too."

"Where are we going?" I demanded, trying to look firm.

"Someplace fun, Kailee," she insisted. She tugged at my arms pulling me along. A few of the brothers chuckled at the sight. I guess it was pretty funny. Yeah, I bet they loved the hot naked girl tugging along her friend to who knows where. That little voice inside me told me no. I hate that little voice.

"Kailee," said Ade, "we don't have to go if you're not..."

"No!" I kicked myself on the inside, "I want you to follow. Let's go."

Clara flashed her eyebrows at me in excitement. She took my hand, raised it in the air and pulled me along as she strutted through the crowd. I gripped Ade's wrist in tow. Johann led the way. The crowd parted for us. We were a goddamn royal procession.

Chapter Three

Johann rapped on a cellar door. It opened a crack. I couldn't hear what the hell he said. I still didn't want to look at him. He gestured to Clara, me, and Ade. He opened the door and we walked in.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the hazy red light. Full, plush couches were arranged in a circle. A few half clothed sorority girls and their guys molested each other on each one while their eyes looked to the center: A guy, with his pants stripped of reclined on giant cushion. A clothed redhead girl held his head back with a blindfold. Another girl, as naked as Clara, pumped up and down on his cock. Two more cuddled on a nearby couch, already topless.

"Okay... whose cunt is that?" said the redhead.

"Elise," the blindfolded guy said.

"No!" said the redhead, "You suck at this game!"

The girl dismounted leaving his thick cock shining with lube. One of the cuddle girls from the couch got up. She discarded her panties, and walked to the center. She took a hold of the cock with both hands, squeezed it gently, and massaged it with upward motions. The guy groaned as the tip of his cock inflated.

"You better get it right this time," the redhead taunted. The girl climbed onto his pelvis and took his cock into her cunt. She curved her back, tossed one arm behind her head and rocked her hips around his waist. She looked down on him with this powerful, sly, grin. She kept him panting and groaning. My heart began to pump in excitement.




The Feminist I Should Be Pt. 03



 Dear Readers, thank you for your positive votes, constructive feedback, and shares of this series. As I write this, I realize the final parts of this story will demand a lot of revision of the prior sections. Please enjoy this story. The more feedback received, the better the final sections will be.

Big thanks to LaRascasse for her willingness to edit.

Chapter 4

If there is one thing I am not, it is a flake. I can't stand the nutty, screen-cracky smart phone type college women. Well I don't mean that I can't stand them, but I can't stand that mentality. My smartphone isn't cracked. That's how I tell time. This is also where I work for this summer. It's the Earthworm Cafe. My shift was over, and I had changed out of uniform. I picked a discreet little corner table and chair. Danica and Jason were on their way. I didn't know why you get a meeting going at 3:00 in the afternoon and why we don't just do it on campus.

It was about 3:15 when Danica strolled in. She wore a baby-doll tight teal polo shirt. Her caprice shorts revealed only her calves and her red hair was tied into a neat French braid today. I almost didn't recognize her from the frazzle-haired, midriff baring, self-actualized slut from the party. At her right was a crisp cut haired guy. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and distressed, faded, red shirt. He looked familiar. Was he in the room too? He broke off and headed towards the register. Danica walked straight towards me. They entered in no different than the random pair of guys with their noses in text books, or the older couple reading a newspaper.

"Kailee," she said as she sat down at the table across from me, "so nice to see you again."

Danica removed her dude blocking sunglasses. Her green-blue eyes glinted at me with lust on a short leash.

"Yeah, nice to see you too," I said. The guy she walked in with sauntered up. He had an italian soda in one hand and black coffee in the other.

"This is Jason," she said, "you remember him. He's our photographer."

"Pleased to meet you," he said with a friendly smile. It felt real. He extended his hand. The smooth feel of his hands startled me. His nails even felt primed and clean. His handshake still felt strong. That clear jawline of his didn't have a speck of stubble. Then, he sat down next to Danica. She sipped at her soda and gave a proper smile before proceeding.

"Kailee," she said, "we both wanted to take a moment to reiterate how impressed we were with your entrance." 

"My entrance?" I blushed a bit.

"Your entrance," she said with slow emphasis on the word.

"It was a work of art," said Jason. His light brown eye flashed interest, confidence and appreciation, "we haven't been that excited in ages."

I looked at him. It made me feel flattered and surprised. One of the apes could speak.

"It was the first time in our little circle, and you joined in exactly like you'd been a member for years," he continued.

"Yes, Kailee," said Danica, "Most people would have walked out. Why did you stay?"

When I think about it, I don't know why I leaped so far like that. It was one thing to fuck myself in front of my best friend, but it was a like a million mile jump to get a savage fucking before a group of strangers.

"Ummm... you know when I really think about," I said as I remembered the cheers as Ade did things to me with his tongue, "I kinda of felt like that if I left, I'd miss out on the hottest, most intense..."

Danica giggled at me. She drew a single finger between her lips. I understood the message and caught myself.

"It was an opportunity to continue doing something I really liked," I rephrased, "and to get a chance to perform for a larger crowd."

"Yes. That's great," said Danica, "Is it true you've only been performing since this last semester?"

"Yes."

"What was your very first performance like for you? Way at the beginning," asked Jason.

I thought of how best to phrase it.

"It was a solo performance for only Johann and Clara," I said.

"So mad I missed her birthday," muttered Danica. Jason gave me a knowing grin. She turned to me, "But really, how did it feel? Could you say it one word? Two words?

"It felt..." my mind drifted back to the memory like a sexy dream, "strong. Magical. Vulnerable. And Empowering. Like I beat back part of myself that held me back from what I love."

Jason's face shouwed fascination. Danica's showed an elitist's pleasure.

"And what about Ade? Does he like to perform?" She asked.

"Huh..." I trailed off for a moment. Ade? Well he came pretty hard inside me." Danica and Jason looked at eachother, than back at me expectantly. "The first time, it was a big surprise. He didn't know that we were going to improvise for Clara, even though we had some practice before. Ever since we've been..."

"Close friends," Danica cut me off.

"Yes." I affirmed. Her grin was feline and coquettish. How did she get her teeth that white?

"Well Jason, what do you think?" she said turning to him.

"Like I said before," he said, "what she does is a work of art. It'd be an honor to get on camera."

"I've never been photographed," I blurted out. My arms crossed over my chest. My hand touched my neck. I hope I wasn't sweating. Danica calmed me down with a pat on the hand.

"Kailee, the photography is never a requirement. Some of the frat brothers have their little contest," she said, "that's a big part of how Jason got involved."

They have contests?

"So there's lot of works of art out there..." I said.

"I got some great shots of Clara's birthday," he said.

"Yes," said Danica, "but for the other things required. Photos aren't among them."

"So photos," I said, "aren't the thing that are required?"

Danica gave me a subtle nod. Her demeanor shifted from playful sorority sister to that of a corporate negotiator.

"We call it our champion's circle," she said, "it's been an ongoing tradition between all of the Greek houses, even the younger ones for the last six years. You've seen what we do. How much do you want to be a regular part of it?"

Why shouldn't I? The heart throbbed with arousal of the night came back into my mind. I'd have access to the sex. It was good. It was good to be cheered on. There would be lots of people I could watch fuck. I hadn't actually seen Danica fuck yet. But what if all this is me whoring out myself for someone else to have fun? What if every guy out there is another Johann?

"Yes," I said. My eyes had to be open in wonder.

"Good," said Danica, "now here's the real issue. We know that you never pledged."

I should have seen this coming. She probably wasn't going to let me join in anymore.

"You know that most of the girls, and the guys, in the Champion's Circle have pledged," Jason said picking up where Danica left off, "There have been some exceptions over the last few years."

"Like Clara!" I interrupted.

"Yes that's right," he said, "Clara came in as Johann's girlfriend. He's a brother, so he was accepted."

"And her commitment," said Danica.

"We really want to stress that you'd be only the second exception after Clara in the last two years," said Jason, "I would personally like to spend a little more time with you. Get to know you a bit. At some point, you'll be asked to make a commitment."

Danica curled her fingers on the table in a wicked, claw-like way.

"Clara never told about me any commitments," I said.

"One of the first rules is that we don't discuss rules and things with people outside the circle," said Danica, "but you'll understand the rules more during your commitment."

"What's going to happen?" I asked. I didn't like that she wasn't going to tell me.

"Oh, Kailee," said Danica, "don't think too far ahead."

"Yeah... but I just want to know," I stammered.

"We'll ask you to do some things," said Jason, "nothing that's beyond you."

"You'll cum so hard your vision will blur," said Danica her words cut the civil propriety of the air. It made me snicker.

"Okay..." I was thinking out loud, "you also said that Ade..."

"Delicious man candy..," muttered Danica licking her lips with tiny tip of her tongue.

"He's prepared to make a commitment too," said Jason.

"Okay, so when do we get started?" I said finally.

Danica downed the rest of her Italian Soda. 

"In good time, Kailee," she said raising her hand to slow me down, "for now why don't continue this conversation another time? Venice Beach next Saturday?"

"Oh? Yeah, I can be there."

"I'm so happy that you'll be joining us, Kailee," she said with the most genuine smile I'd seen on her, "see you then!"

Chapter Five

Later, Ade came by to pick me up. He wore this ruddy maroon button down shirt with a black tie and nice dress slacks. His usual curly shag had be freshly cut. It was enough so I could see the curls, only a little bit of curls left though. His sunglasses looked really nice too. It was kind of this whole FBI guy vibe. However, there's no reason to say that a position of authority and power makes a man attractive. His shirt really matched his skin though.

"Ade!" I said as I walked up to him. I walked up and gave him a hug, "hey how did the interview go?"

Ade had been working on this a long time, since the middle of fall semester really, or something like that. Political science majors are often some of the best people because they care about things like justice and equality, and this was Ade. He didn't talk about it much, but his particular work this summer was going to be a non profit.

"I'm a shoo-in Kailee," he said with a smile of relief.

"No way!" I said, "so when does the internship start?"

"Orientation starts next week," he said moving to the car. He looked out across the ocean for a bit. The sun hung clear down onto the both of us, "the ocean belongs to everyone. That's their motto."

There had been at least ten of his classmates applying for this position. You know how it is with non-profits and businesses though. Some really rich person starts a fund. If they're really nice they do so anonymously. Then they get some work done in the world. Ade had chosen Pacific Blue. It was a clean water association. Even that self-centered Johann thought that it was a good cause. Somebody had to keep the ocean clean for the lifeguards.

"Okay! So what did you do to wow them? You said that they were going to accept you right away."

"I gave the same talk that I gave for the persuasion class last spring. I updated it. I added some new facts. They loved it."

"That's it?" I said.

"And I'll be in beautiful nor cal," he said happily, "for parts of it. Snorkeling and scuba diving. We're going to take a group of kids up to the kelp forests. Have you ever seen them?"

"The kids?" I said.

"The kelp forests."

"Oh, haha," I said, "Clara kept wanting me to go up there. Up to Santa Cruz, but it's really far drive. Maybe we'll finally get going this summer. Besides, there are lots of beaches up and around here."

"But no Kelp forests," he said.

"No Kelp forests," I conceded.

A vibration in my phone shook my messenger bag. It was a message from Clara. It was another message inviting Ade and I to another outing. It still gave me a moment of disgust thinking about her and Johann. I texted back three words: victory sex time.

"Hey Ade," I said, "so how are you going to celebrate?"

"Celebrate," he said with a grin, "the internship, yes."

"How's your apartment?"

"It's a mess of boxes right now," he said, "I am still moving out to the new place for the summer."

"You wanna celebrate at my place then?" 

His jaw tensed up so slightly.

"Clara will watch again?"

"If she's there," I said, "I don't know if she'll be there."

"And Johann?"

A bad vibe of shook my spine. My face scrunched up. Then I made a vomit face. Ade saw it and raised an eyebrow at me.

"What's going on, Kailee?"

"Nothing is going on, Ade," I said.

"Uh-huh," he said dryly, "There's nothing wrong with Johann."

"That's not what I said."

Ade sighed. He kept his eyes on the road. Mischief stretched his lips into a sly grin.

"He's an honorable guy who could never offend anyone," Ade continued as he drove onto the exit.

"Ade!"

"Probably one of the best guys ever really. He's totally fit, smart, knows how to have a good time," Ade rolled on.

"Ade, that's not funny," I crossed my arms. I Looked away in disgust.

"The world really needs more guys like Johann," his voice was completely without any irony. It started to make me heave in rage. "It is such a shame that we got these monogamy rules."

"It's not about that!"

"You're right, Kailee," continued Ade in a dry tone, "but him and Clara are really cute together. All that public sex that they do. Poor girls all over the place are totally jealous."

"I am not fucking jealous!" I said with enough conviction to slice the air. Ade almost seemed thrown off by that. Almost. My heart skipped a few beats.

"But I bet a lot of girls are," he droned on, "What if they did have an open relationship? Him and Clara...."

"Because Johann is a cheating man-whore! That's why!!"

Johann nearly drove off the road. He took his hands back on the wheel. The hum of the tires along the road, past our exit, and the bump bump bump of lane changes were the only sounds for a long time. It didn't matter that he knew. That wasn't going to be a big deal. I don't care if Ade knows. Yeah, okay, fine I sorta care that Ade knows but it also felt really good to finally tell somebody about it. I'm not a gossip though.

"You can't tell anybody," I said as the car snaked around side streets.

"Yeah, secrets," he said, "it wouldn't be the first one. How did you even find out? It wasn't... oh god um..."

I snorted a chuckle.

"Heh, no Ade. He didn't hit on me. I didn't fuck him or anything," I said.

"So..."

"It was right before our first time? The time that we performed for Clara," I began. I told him the whole story. I told Ade all about walking up to stupid Johann's smelly dorm. How I needed to tell him first hand to keep a secret, kind like I was getting Ade to keep a secret now. He gulped a bit nervously when I told him that I thought it was him and Clara at first, how I got all touchy about it. I even told him how he had her doggy position with a dumb tie stuffed in her mouth. That kind of thing isn't supposed to get me hot. That's just male fantasy degradation sex. It's fucking garbage that empowered, actualized, young women aren't supposed to get all wet to.

"Wow," said Ade. He seemed to be picking his words perfectly. Like he was still digesting the bucketful of wormy drama, "Yeah that girl is a total whore."

"Yeah," my lips only a sliver to let the words out. She was a whore, but it doesn't mean that I wasn't getting off on it. I didn't want to look at Ade right now. Already I was sniffling.

"Kailee..." he said slowly, "she's the whore. You didn't do anything wrong."

"What do mean? Ade, I was strumming my clit while by best friends' boyfriend shagged another girl!" There's was no way I could budge on this issue and betray Clara, "You know what that means? It means that got off on Clara getting cheated on!"

"So Johann's is an ass," he said, "You're mad at him..."

"I'm a mad pervert!"

"Kailee, you're mad," he said. Our car stopped in front Clara and I's place, "it means that you're not the whore or the cheating ass in this situation. You're mad because you care about Clara..."

"And I still got off!"

"You didn't know! You got off on what you thought was Clara and Johann. Of course you feel dirty. But that's not what you are," his hand reached towards mine. I felt his fingers close around my hand. That hand felt like an entire hug. "You're loyal here."

"Ade," I stammered a bit, feeling all dumb.

"Kailee...?" He said, giving me a look.

I fumbled with the buckle and tore back my seat belt. I flung right at Ade, yanked his startled face towards me. His lips felt warm and kind against mine. That deep seething anger at myself, at Johann, at the blonde whore retreated a bit. Out gushed my crazed appetite. His tongue against mine felt like our vigorous victory sex in single connection. I am Kailee, the happy righteous and shameless slut.

"Fuck Kailee," he said after we broke our kiss, "That was umm..."

My top was on. I didn't want it on any more. It came off and out came my black bra cups holding my back my awesome tits. I went straight for Ade again, my arms came around his head, my cleavage pressed against his chest. Our lips locked again. I really hope a stranger is watching this, but they're not going to see everything. We released with a loud audible pop of our lips.

"What was that, Ade?" I said with a ferocious stare down.

"That was kinda hot," he said. His hot exhales brushed my cheek.

I took a hold of his tie, curled it around my hand and pulled him towards me.

"You need to come inside right now," I said, "or I am going to fuck you on the lawn. Either way is good for me."

Moments later, we were inside. Ade let his stuff suit coat drop to the floor as soon as we entered the house. He pushed against my body with his. The palms of my hands pressed against the wall while I let his lips do their work on my neck and tops of my tits. His cock brushed against my abdomen. His hands began to make their way down. That's when I yanked at his tie. "Stop," I said. I pushed his confused face away, pivoted around, and flung his tie over my shoulder. I walked straight into my bedroom with him stumbling behind me. Once we arrived in the bedroom I turned around and focused my eyes on the knot of his tie.

"You need to get fucking naked," I said as I tore open the neat folds of the knot, "Clothes off now." Ade unbuttoned tops of his shirt. The clasp of his belt unlocked easily for me. I squatted down at his waist and undid the zipper and button that kept me from him. His pants and boxers came down at my single thrust. Out bounced his rigid, engorged cock inches from my nose. Ade's dress shirt and under shirt fell to the floor. I let my fingers envelop that beautiful shaft of his. With a squeeze, I gave him just enough pain to hear him wince in surprise.

"I love this cock, Ade," I said as I kissed its underside. Both my hands took hold of it. I liked it when he wince at the firm little squeezes I gave him. It was even hotter when its tip inflated with blood. My lips sucked it. The taste of his salty pre-cum tantalized me so much. "I love your body," I said as I stood up, never releasing his cock from the command of grip for a second, "now get into that bed."

I let his cock slip away from my hand. Ade climbed into my bed slow enough to let me feast my eyes on that smooth rolling motion of his shoulders, the up and down breaths of pectorals, and right down his nice smooth six pack. Goddamn, that cock pointed clear up to his navel. Yes, I drooled at the sight of him.

"A work of art," I whispered.

"What?" said Ade.

"He said we're like a work of art."

"Who?"

"Shut –up Ade."

My hand pressed against his shoulder. He rolled on his back. I took his wrists and put them above his head. His body sprawled out before me as if he was on a massage table. I wanted to explore every little muscle and tendon. His pectorals felt warm in my hands. I rolled them around with my palms. It kept getting me wetter and wetter as they heaved up and down for me. I didn't stop there. Every part of his chest was my little sculpture. He opened up his dark eyes. I could feel the slow rustling in his shoulders that he wanted to reach up, but didn't. Those dark eyes went down my neck and right at my cleavage. They screamed out for them.

"You want to see me don't you?" I said.

"Yes."

My pants came off but not my panties.




The Feminist I Should Be



"Do you like her pussy, Johann?" Clara turned and gestured to it spreading the curtains. "Yes," growled Johann. He was not allowed to leave the couch. He was only allowed to watch, "I'm looking at her and she's getting wet." It made me slicker on the inside. I opened my legs further my fingers strummed up at its folds. Clara sat down next to Johann, taking his hand from his lap holding it to her inner thigh. I could see the engorged little volcano poking up in his shorts.

"How sexy is she, Johann?"

"She's hot," Johann replied, "crazy hot. Any guy on campus would fuck her right here and right now. They'd drive their cocks right into her right now until she screamed." I ran my hands up to my breasts, blood rushing to the nipples, a soft moan escaping from my lips. "Me getting fucked, getting fucked for the entire world to see.." the words slinked from my mouth, my fingers pulling and twisting my nipples in pure delight.

"Hmm-hmm, I'll bet." said Clara knowingly, "And... I'd be watching it,"

"I'd be watching her too..." Johann added.



I palmed the lips of my cunt massaging the blood in and out of its surface. My heart leapt to excitement as I stimulated myself. I knew Johann stared. My chest heaved harder for the audience. The scent of my own juices slowly wafted to the air. I rubbed my slit with two fingers until the warm juices came. I spread my legs wide as my eyes locked on Johann. Clara had slid behind him pulling his hands and arms behind him, his full erection merely covered by his shorts. The lust in his eyes made me feel good. It made me strong. Clara moved one of his hands to her tit, the other down her skirt in a complex grope, her hand reaching around to massage Johann's manhood. My eyes lulled back as I slipped deep inside myself, it was like a cock inside me. I could see myself gleefully fucking some anonymous frat brother. He could be the first in a train. Or we'd be on a table at a party at the house. The feeling made my clit hard, I gasped as I threw my head back swiping my finger over it. I swiped up again- and the joy grew stronger. I heard the sound of shuffling and unzipping. They were almost breaking the rules, all because of me. My fingers kept stroking the walls of my exposed cunt. Deep groans and sighs came from the couch.

I kept strumming my clit, heaving and gasping, how long I kept going I don't really know. I could almost feel Ade now, how he had wanted to take me that night freshman year. My mind wandered back to it. I remembered how hot it felt it back then, imagining myself without being weird spreading myself open for him. My back became tense, my legs twitching, my body tightened, and then my hips shuddered and writhed. I released a breathy cry. Through my sex induced dizziness, I peered across the room, as Clara's head was bobbing up and down, Johann's shorts at his ankles his hands in her hair. His deeply satisfied moans were my applause as I lay there sprawled, satisfied, and soon to go again.

That first night was the beginning of regular performances on my part. Once the three of us were in the apartment and bored with the movie. I simply got up, locked the doors, closed the blinds, and stripped off my clothes. Another night, I casually displayed my vibrator on the table, and waited for the right time to use it. Other times we scheduled it. Every time, Johann mounted Clara to fuck her on the couch for me as my reward. Another time Clara and I made Johann sit while we masturbated ourselves in front of him. All of it was more fun than I had since we started our freshman year. You know what else? The business and chaos of the semester only encouraged these little adventures. It's cheaper than buying liquor, right?

In any case, my studying with Ade hadn't slowed down. We had a nearly all-nighter after one of my night classes. I awoke after the sun's light had flooded the blinds. Ade was curled up on our living room couch, still mostly asleep, or trying to be. I tip-toed past him to the kitchen and poured myself some cold cereal. Clara came in through the front door her was hair tussled around her face, her clothes were rumpled, and her bra was absent. She still walked in completely content with how sloppy she looked. It was only at as she entered that Ade rustled up from his fetal position on the couch.

"Hello?" he muttered as he came up.

"Oh, Hi," said Clara. She stopped and turned towards him as I poured myself just a bit more cheerios. "You're umm, Clara right," straightening his shirt as he sat up. "Mm-hmm," nodding her response, and then cast a knowing grin in my direction, "You know; I think I remember you too" her words trailing off. "Ade." He said. "Ade; yeah" she acknowledged. I kept crunching away at my cheerios in hopes to drown out the conversation.

"Must've been up real.... late, huh?" she deadpanned. I nearly spat out the milk and cereal I had just spooned in. "We've been working on this stuff for the semester," Ade gestured to the sprawl of books and papers on the coffee table, "and nothing else" attempting to quell her inference.

"Oh I see," Clara smiled at him. She ran her eyes up and around his torso as if wondering which place to bite. I knew Ade could feel her undressing him. Why couldn't she tell? What would he think the whole reason was I brought him here? She looked and saw me, my face pleading with here to just knock the awkward off.

"Alright, I had a late night too..." Clara said. She tossed back her black locks. I saw this brown leather collar around her neck. It was plain and soft except for a little heart embossed in the front. Two long strands from of braided leather hung from the back and were carefully stuffed down the front of her top. "And now I'm a bit of a hot mess, I need a shower. Nice seeing you, Ade," she walked away down the hall. Ade quickly excused himself afterwards. I was red in the face the entire time I ate my cereal all I could think about was our totally non-sexual tension in our future study times.

 Chapter Five

Clara walked out wearing towels and that leather collar. Its braids now dangled freely across her body, "So, how hard did he fuck you last night, Kailee?" she chided at me.

"Clara!"

"What; He's hot and he's that boy... from awhile back. He is isn't he?"

"Yes, Clara."

"Well, you know that cock is yours for the taking. You'll feel right about it soon I'm sure."

"Fine," It was time to turn this conversation around, "and how was your date with Johann last night?"

"We hung out at his frat house, I'm his slut. We played some games and that Colin guy was there." Clara stroked the leather strands hanging from her neck.

"The rocker guy" I inquired.

"Yeah that's him. He was kind of sort of with that blonde girl." she said, "we played a bunch of games, good people."

"Huh... it must've been fun."

"Yeah, Johann did things to me last night" Clara said with excited lust in her eyes "and then put this on me. I can't take it off."

"Yeah, did you perform for the group slut?"

"Maybe a little, but that was just the appetizer. The main course was in the bedroom."

"Oh yeah, what things did he do to you?" my interest began to peak. "Yeah, different things" She looked at me and tugged at the braids. My mind only wandered to what she might mean. Her smile kept them from me.

"So you did things in the bedroom, but not for everyone else" I pleaded.

"Well yeah," Clara said, "the things we did in there people don't get to see yet." My mouth was agape in wonder. Her words gave me this sense of frustrated curiosity.

"You like being the trophy. You like it when I watch you after adventure times." I prodded, in a nearly demanding way, "You're not embarrassed are you? Not you, not my Clara." She just smiled at me. "When I'm ready to be watched doing the new things, you'll be the first to see."

My frustrated curiosity made it impossible to get my homework done. There was no point in meeting with Ade if I had nothing to share, so I cancelled our next group study time. The whole week was still on my mind at our next adventure time. As soon as we darkened the room and gathered all cell phones. I stripped off my top and stopped there. Clara sat there with Johann, restraining his hands like normal. They both looked at me with a perplexed eagerness.

"Johann," I said, "Clara's is going to take your shirt off now."

"She is?"

"I am?"

"Yes, I want him naked before I am."

Clara obliged my request. He stood up bare as a Greek statue. Clara, still clothed, wrapped herself around him. Her hand caressed every one of his tight muscles from his shoulders to thighs and above his erect cock. "Now what?" she said a grin a promiscuity covering her face. "What's he going to do now?"

"Get him off a bit Clara, while I am watching." I urged. Facing Johann she looked up and was pulled in for a kiss "What do you want baby?" Johann grasped her collar pushing down on it with no resistance. "I want your lips around my cock." Clara's hair shrouded her face and his phallus. I saw her head bob back and forth. My mouth began to drool. I dropped into the arm chair hastily removing my own jeans. My fingers rubbed the surface of my pussy. Clara sucked until I saw him gasp and heave. He spent himself inside her mouth. Then he slowly curled his arms upward. He held Clara up by her collar. He held it so high she seemed to dangle by it. It made me hotter.

"What next?" Johann asked.

"Strip her," I moaned as I rubbed myself, "I want you to return the favor, make her quiver."

He smiled with deep anticipation turned his attention to her. Clara panted with lust as he undid her top and then her bottom while letting her dangle by the collar. Her nipples stone stiff stood proud atop her heaving breasts as he hurled her to the couch. Her panties were slid off her legs and flung at me. Johann buried his face in her cunt going straight for clit, sliding a finger or two inside her. He jabbed her insides while sucking and kissing her clit. That look on her face made pant. It was so beautiful. The smell of both of juices and that pungent scent of cock wafted through the room. And that sound! I loved the soft suckling sound of his mouth on her pussy. Grabbing at his head she pulled him harder to her as she cried out as her legs squeezed his head. My body quivered

"Don't stop," I commanded, "make her cum" and he did. Clara and I reached our climaxes together.

We all paused for a moment. Johann took Clara into their bedroom by the leashes on her collar. I recovered then moved to my own room. The rough sounds and cries rose and fell as sleep over took me.

 Chapter Six

The next morning I got up early enough to reserve a room in the library, my stacks felt smaller. The following day my meetings with Ade continued. He was pulling his weight on the gender and media project. "I still can't believe that we have to sort through the detractors," he muttered. Ade was going through a photocopy of an article he'd found. Not our favorite task if you can't tell already. "It's really archaic," Ade continued.

"Yeah" I agreed, I had read the article too, it made some weird statement about how sex-positive feminism was simply fan-service in a few sci-fi TV shows, "the part with the red dress lady?" he said eliciting my input, "The guy missed the point, she's not a villain, but rather she's the trickster archetype."

"That's what I was thinking too!" he espoused.

"What about the other two articles, that Doctor Odem assigned?" Ade's eyes had a burdened darkness to them. "I skimmed them late last night, but I was already burned out from an all-nighter."

"Oh," I really don't think I concealed my smugness well, "that's okay. I got through them last night after work."

"Did you skim them or actually read everything?" Ade raised an eyebrow at me.

"I read them thoroughly." I retorted "I sat down got focused and read them all."

"How did you read them all?" I must have had such a wicked smile on my face. "Well great," his words trailing off, "By the way, we can't meet tomorrow. I have to make up a science lab."

"Are you slacking off on me?" I said jokingly.

"No," said Ade. He did not laugh or crack a smile.

"Umm okay... well this assignment is important so can't you take an absence for the science lab?"

"Kailee," he said, "I'm already making it up."

"Well, we've got to meet somehow..." I insisted.

"And which one of us rescheduled last time?" Ade countered. He had me in check mate; I bit my lips like a cornered puppy.

"Thursday night then," he offered," Why don't we meet Thursday night?" Thursday night was my next scheduled adventure time. I froze at the obvious looking him in the eye, as my wicked smile turned and trembled away. This guy, was he going to learn my dark, exciting, secret?

"What," he began to press sensing my conundrum.

"Umm wait... Ade," I pushed my chair back just a bit. My hands held tightly to the arm rests because there was no way I was running. I took a deep breath, "Ade we are friends, yes? That is who we are, right."

Ade crossed his arms giving me a confused glare.

"I believe that is where we left it," he said. I could see through his confusion that he remembered the chickening out and I felt the lust emanating from him too. I could also feel that he still wanted me. "Good, so Thursday night. You'll come to my place and we can continue to study there."

"Not the library, friend" Ade inquired his intent to discover my intentions could not be more clear. "I am tired of the library," I stated as my eyes widened my face was flushed at what I knew was the next step. "So, my apartment, Thursday the Usual time, okay?" I repeated.

Ade agreed as he knew he should. I would not have taken no for an answer and I certainly wasn't going to give up my adventure time. Ade, after all, was not just a friend; he was the guy who I never closed the deal with but wanted to. I already knew what I was going to do. I would tell that little voice in me to be quiet.

Every position you read about in the magazines was running through my mind. But shit, I wasn't going to let it go that far tonight because the boys talk. So I needed to be sure. I needed to be sure that Johann won't talk. My phone call went straight to his voicemail. I cursed under my breath. The little voice was getting louder. This wasn't going to wait. I trotted across campus to Johann's frat house. It was a rickety house of a structure that was probably only held together the by the power of its own bromance. I walked in and spied some house rat reading a geometry text book --vainly trying to look smart- on a couch as some frat guy sat down next to her and casually asked what she was reading. I knew where Johann stayed. The upstairs hallway had a sweaty warmness to it, the lingering murkiness of house rats and hook ups. These walls could talk, and so did the brothers. I hadn't come here as some house rat. House rats aren't in charge. They don't make the rules. I'm here to make the rules.

At the end of the hall was Johann's door. It was open but a tiny crack and a pair of wet warm panties hung over the door knob, I turned around to look and no one was around. I grinned as I caressed them with my finger, the juices made them dirty. These were stripper thongs --blue and tight- the kind Clara would fling off before sex. They matched the bra that Clara had on that birthday night. They were my friends and no one was in the hall. But was this the private thing? The deeds that Clara wouldn't share with me? I crept towards the door and pressed my ear against it. Slapping and panting came through the door at first. Then, I heard that merciless rhythm of Johann's cock pounding away making my chest heave with the thought of the sex going on just inside the door.

"Go down!" Johann commanded.

I heard muffled yelp of submission. Then there was more thumping. It grew faster and louder. I imagined Clara's cheek shoved down onto a pillow, her ass high in the air. Johann stripped bare, every muscle rippling as he drove himself in. He would take as long as he wanted, driving her to cum. My fingers were down my shorts, my clit was already engorged. It looked like adventure time was coming sooner today. I'd seen Clara and Johann fuck a dozen times now. It'd become our agreement, they'd want me to peek.

"Take it you bitch," Johann grunted, "Tell me you love it."

There was a muffled wail of pleasure. "Yeah," panted Johann, "Keep moaning bitch" the sounds of slapping and more slapping filling the air. I eased the door open for a peak. My free hand moving deeper into my shorts, I was starting to pant as felt my juices soak through my panties. That blonde girl! That semi-lez from birthday party! She was naked on all fours with a drool soaked tie gagging her. Johann yanked her hair back she wailed again through the gag. My cunt recoiled at the sight.

Johann reached for the gag, "You like that, what are you?"

"Fuck doll!" she muffled. "Yeah, you wanna cum?"

"Yes!"

He grabbed her arms and pulled up. Her head, torso, and tits all suspended. That fucker kept his pace. He impaled her without mercy or restraint. She writhed in pleasure. She chocked against her gag then heaved screaming in climax. My cunt seared.

 Chapter Seven

I'm in my bed now the dizziness of my orgasm is running through my body. My shorts are flung on the floor with my panties, my juice drenched dildo in my hand, I'm still searing mad. How long had Johann been doing this? Was she the first? Why the gag? Clara never even used the gag. Now what was I going to do, but now at least I'm thinking? Part of me wondered if Clara already knew. If this had been going on for awhile, then of course she already knew. If this was the first time then what was I supposed to do? He wasn't coming to adventure time. That means I'd have to tell Clara. No, I would say that it is because Ade is coming. That's truthful at least. I won't lie to Clara. No way.

I can't believe I let him watch as I got myself off. I'm total shit for watching him and Clara fuck. He was fucking that blond fuck doll slut with a gag. I took a few deep breathes. I tickled my clit. That icky grosses and revulsion was still there, but it faded a bit. It faded until I was lucid enough to make a call.

"Hello sweetie!" Clara answered. "Hey slut," I said with a relieved smile. "What chya doing?" she asked. "Uh..." I stammered "Nothing just got a quick minute... got a special announcement about adventure time."

"Oh really" Clara's voice perked up.

"I'm bringing a guy..." I had to explain this carefully, "and so... well... guys talk a lot, right."

"Oh shit," she exclaimed, "guys can't keep their mouths shut. So who's the lucky dude? He better be proper fuck-able."

"You know who he is, but you know how guys talk, and our adventure time is private."

"Oh... I see," Clara's voice reassured me, "You know Johann understands when we have special time for each other."

"Right," I shivered at the sound of his name. That warm happy way she said it, it just bit me. "So this time, has to be extra private."

"Oh don't worry, I'll make him understand sweetie!"

"Thanks, I got to go, see you soon" I said "I'll text you back soon."

"Looking forward to it" Clara said "you sexy bitch." I hung up, there, it was done. I wasn't going to have to lie to her. Johann was fucking things up now though, but it was done. I slipped the dildo into myself slowly again to assuage my embittered disgust. I saw an open window and I closed my eyes.

The scheduled night Clara walked around and checked every window for me. I walked out with a green top on, one we picked out together a few months back.

"How does it look?"

Clara whipped around smirked at me and crossed her arms.

"More cleavage,"

Clara just nodded.

When Ade knocked on the door I made sure I answered. "Hey Ade," I answered with a deliberate just businesses tone. "Hey, Kailee" his reply just as pure business, he didn't even glance, just walked right in. Trotted in like it was his apartment, tossing a messenger bag off his shoulders, then suddenly he stopped and looking around. Did he know? Had he sniffed out a trap? "What's with the windows?" Ade inquired. My spine stiffened as he casually opened the blinds. The sunlight came in for everyone to see. I parted my lips forcing myself to exhale slowly. "Though it might be important," I said, "for later" "Later" a look of confusion crossing his face as he noticed Clara enter the room.




The Feminist I Should Be



"Hey Ade," said Clara. She placed her cell phone on the end table deliberately, causally slumping into her usual spot on the opposing couch. Placing a text book on her lap, she looked at the window then at me.

"Yeah," I said motioning to the window. His shirt a cunning v-neck was black and grey striped, a little too tight, but not stupid frat-boy tight. Somewhere under there was his washboard stomach. "Sit down." I urged as Ade complied.

"I didn't quite remember you last time," he said to Clara, "it was our first year."

"Yeah," said Clara, "I wasn't sure if you remembered."

I sat down on the couch next to Ade, cracked my notes and casually opened my legs. I thought I saw him glance.

"That was a really fun night." Clara said with a knowing smile. She opened her book, constantly peeking out of the corner of her eye at us.

"Yeah... Kailee and I got work," he turned to look at me with those deep eyes.

"Doctor Odem's TA said that our work is good so far" Ade opened, he said that "we need to have better examples because we're not showing a trend."

"So we need more examples of what; women as fan service?"

I looked straight at him brushing back a bit of my hair.

"Yes and how it is sex positive." he replied.

"Yes, women using it get what they want and does that make them a whore or a slut.""Umm... the woman in red wasn't just fan service, like I said; she was also the trickster archetype."

"Is she a whore or a slut?" I smiled at him. I could see his eyes widen at me. "You mean does she do it for money or just because she thinks it is fun?"

"Yeah," piped in Clara, "it's the difference between blowing a guy because you like him and because it'll get you something. Would you accept a sexual favor, Ade, like a blow job?"

"Never as exchange," said Ade, "never as a favor."

"So you think every girl wants your cock?"Clara prodded.

"Every girl except one," he didn't have to look at me for me to know what he meant. Right then Ade's phone buzzed in his pocket. My nostrils flared in anger as I reach grabbed at his pocket. He jumped away from me.

"Give it!" I ordered. Ade looked back at me startled.

"No, why?" he stammered the phone continuing to buzz in his hand. I got up off the couch looking down on him. His hand was flung back behind his head. His shirt molded around his torso. "Window Clara," I said without moving my eyes from him. The room went dim. I ripped off my top. His eyes went from my neck down and down to a top my shorts. His pecks heaved up and down. He held out his hand, with cell phone palm up. I took it away, and nearly slammed it down next to Clara's. Ade feasted his eyes on my neck, tits, and stomach. Then he looked me square in the eyes. His dark eyes looked at me with a penetrating glare.

"I'm taking your cock," I exclaimed "Whip it out, now!"

"What the fuck Kailee?" Ade said. He didn't even blink.

"Just do it."

Ade undid his buckle. Out popped this thick, meaty, thing for me. My nipples went hard against my cups. My mouth sagged open as he stroked it up and down. I let the lust rise up inside in me. Right then I felt hands around my waist; my breath froze as Clara pressed her body against me from behind. She gently placed my hands at my sides, and then undid my bra clasp; Clara's smooth hands helped my bra fall to the floor. I finally let myself inhale again.

"Like what you see, Ade" Clara inquired, "Want more?"

"Yes."

I reached for my shorts. Clara swatted my hand away again. I felt her finger tips slip in my shorts, and under my panties, her fingers hooking the edges. In an instant, they were both around my ankles. I stood there naked and sexy as my heart was began to thump. The slickness in my cunt was growing. At this moment, I was a sexy trophy; I'd never been more wet and hot.

Clara pulled me to her from behind again, her hands sliding under my breasts offering them to Ade as she fingered my nipples whispering in my ear, "Now, fuck him already." I pounced. Our tongues lashed at each other, and then our lips locked, a carnal groan of satisfaction emanated from deep inside him as he consumed me with his lips. My dripping cunt rubbed his shorts as I tickled that tight stomach, and then groped those iron pecks of his with my palms like a cat. We discarded his shirt together. He growled again as he pulled me to his torso pressing it against me. Ever hot peck he delivered on my neck made me shiver. Then, with my hair pulled back, Ade spoke into my ear "Suck me first."

"And then you fuck me," I responded.

He said not a word as I was guided down, my mouth wagged for his cock. It responded in my hand as I grabbed the thick shaft and it made me even hotter. I turned toward Clara smiling at each other. It was such a hot sight, watching her finger herself. I felt every inch of the head of his cock, my tongue mapping the glans as my lips formed a seal wet and hot before I slid it deep into my mouth. My finger tips on my free hand finding my wet slit I began to tickled my cunt. I could feel his cock harden and engorge stretching my lips wide. He moaned for me as his cock probed the top of my throat. I worked that cock with all the slut skills I posses until those delicious spurts of cum shot into the back of my throat. My pussy quivered on my fingers jammed in my hole as my first orgasm slammed my body. I looked up at Ade, his head laid back in complete satisfaction. I held my juice drenched fingers up to his face.

"Lick them,"

He obliged without further encouragement; I could see his delight as he savored every drop from my fingers. Licking long and slow making certain to get every ounce of the cunt juice that coated my hand.

"What are you going to do now?" I said.

"I'm doing this," grabbing my hips and spinning me over onto my hands and elbows. My ass was in the air, pleadingly, in position for what I knew had to come next. The bare surface of my cunt was brushed by that bulbous thick cock head gliding up and through my slit only parting it just a tease, and then he pulled away. I gasped. "Tell him what you want Kailee" Clara implored.

"I want your cock, Ade," I said, "I want you to ..."

I yelped in pleasure as he slid it up and in me deep, I could feel the head pressing against my cervix. He pushed my head to the couch cushion before he began to explore my twat with each increasingly powerful thrust. He kept my hips in place and took his time inside me. I closed my eyes and panted, loving the feeling, my body clenching and shivering from the seemingly endless onslaught of his cock. "Oh fuck, Ade," I heaved. Sensing my building climax, his thrusts became faster.

"Is that good?" he panted.

I moaned in affirmation.

Ade kept thrusting drilling deep, then I thought of that bitch. Johann, fucking her, and how I was getting fucked the same way. I looked at Clara, what if I told her? But now, her eyes were closed and her legs spread wide, and her fingers disappearing into cunt, a deep contentment on her face.

"God damn it," I growled, "You better make me cum."

Ade didn't say a word. My pussy glided up and down in rhythm with his cock. All I thought about was Ade and his magnificent cock pounding in and out. I could feel my orgasm knotting up inside me. I trembled, my breath froze. He sent the orgasm rippling through my body like an avalanche crushing me. I heaved. I cried out. I moaned and wailed. How hard and loud I did not care. But I felt spent and collapsed on my cheek. Ade followed me down keeping his cock inside me. My cunt's walls were rubbed again. I whimpered, helpless as he took his time inside me.

As soon as he pulled out, I rolled over to through my arms around his necked and kiss him. We lay together the sweat of our bodies mingling into one. I was close enough to feel his breathing, the sex dizziness still spinning through my head.

"So did I disappoint" I said.

"Hell no," he declared.

"Was it good for you too, Kailee" Clara inquired.

"That was fucking awesome!"

Ade was here with me as I began to think of Johann and that bitch. How often had they done it? When did it start? Clara was here too. She slipped back on her panties, happy and satisfied. I watched her get dressed, while cuddling Ade. The sex dizzy was winding down.

So I was still perplexed with what I going to do? I was still angry at Johann. I would say I even hated him for what he was doing. The thought of seeing Clara cry was too much for me. She'd have to know sometime, but not now. Still there's no way I could look at him the same, not without doing something.

For now; I am not the feminist I should be.

"Ade" I said, drawing my leg over his stomach to climb atop him. His eyes wide and vulnerable for me, "you need to make me cum again."

-Credits to Sargedog for editing.



The Feminist Story



Traffic had ground to a halt in all four directions. He could see throngs of people crowding the intersection holding signs and banners protesting the cop who killed the baby gentle giant in another city damn near 1,000 miles away, he quickly estimated. It was rush hour Wednesday morning and he what he had difficulty estimating was how so many people, perhaps another 1,000, were so unworried about getting to work. He put it in park and sat back in his seat, sighing with the onset of frustration. He took out his phone and sent a quick text to his boss saying he was going to be late due to some peaceful protesting happening downtown. He hoped the sarcasm would be evident in the otherwise emotionless electronic words. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and looked around at all the cars and the people sitting in the cars, everyone wondering what the fuck was going to happen now. 

Police had just begun to arrive on scene. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a wispy little white girl in a knee -length dress with a tiny flower pattern with black, worn Doc Martens and a light gray cable corded unbuttoned sweater. Her blonde hair was tied up in a low ponytail and she had stuck a pretty white and pink daisy behind her ear. She was carrying a "We Are All Human" poster walking in circles in the compact parking lot for the East End Café. He snorted at the irony of the little brat protesting the life and death of thugs in front of the bistro where all the pretentious liberals, who paid eight dollars for coffee, sat and judged everyone else's bad decisions in the security of sleek modernity; where everyone wore minimalist frames and the men brazenly wore scarves. Marves. Shaking his head to break his revere, he got out of his truck. 

Taking in his surroundings, he walked through the lanes of immobile traffic. Casually making his way towards East End, he thought it might be fun for a moment to blend himself in with the protesters, see what it felt like to exercise his right to peaceful protest, to become part of collective action, you know, make a difference in the lives of The People. For taste, he raised both hands in the air as he walked up the sidewalk and into the smaller crowd milling the front of the café. He noticed a sign on the door stating that they were, in fact, 'Closed.' Closed at nine thirty in the morning on a Tuesday was odd, indeed, he thought, because the coffee and croissants seemed to be their big draw. He continued circling his way around the crowd, almost swearing he noticed somewhat of a racial divide between the protesters themselves, with white people and black people even staying in their own little protesting groups here and there, but scattered about the area. He bumped into the wisp holding the sign.  

"Oh, excuse me," he said, reaching for her arm. "Sorry. There's just so many people out here this morning." 

"Yeah," she said defensively, deliberately taking her arm from him. "It's our right to protest." 

"So I've heard." He paused as the processed the immediately haughty response. "I can't believe the jury returned a not guilty. I thought for sure they'd send him to prison." 

She looked back at him, still holding her sign and walking. He followed her, with the helpless look that it was because the current of the crowd was carrying him. 

"Yeah," she said with contempt again. "No one deserves to be shot down in the streets. Especially at the hands of the police, who are supposed to serve and protect the citizens of America." 

"Yes they are," he answered vaguely. "Have you ever had the coffee here?" 

"No," she said, annoyance clearly recognizable in her face. 

"What?" he asked, leaning in closer to her, pretending not to hear her over the people chanting and carrying on. 

"No!" she said louder. He smiled. 

"Oh, well, I'd buy you a cup, but they're closed." 

"It wouldn't be necessary," she snipped. Oh, grrrrrrr... He thought. He kept his smile about him. 

"I hear they only use organic beans from sustainable Fair Trade Mexican farms, and it's supposed to be the best." 

She had to stop herself from all out glaring at him. She thought she was picking up a disdainful tone in his cheefulness, but since there was commotion everywhere she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Peace and love was more befitting of a hippie lib protestor anyway, she figured. Everybody has their own character, and hey, who was she to judge this stranger who might just be trying to be nice. Acceptance, man. Lifting her sign in the air, she forced a smile back to him. 

"Thanks anyway," she said, briskly changing the subject. "So, this isn't about black and white. It's about human rights." He nodded. "That cop shot that kid, that unarmed kid, and he died in the street like an animal. It's tragic. It was so unnecessary. He didn't have to die." She sounded so emotional over it, like it was her relative that had laid face down in the projects, dying from stupidity. 

"You're so right. He didn't have to die," he said. "It's so tragic the child decided to go after the cop and things ended so tragically." Suppressing his amused smile once more at this haughty little imbecilic bitch, he quickly continued. "It's really good you are all here making your opinions heard. Acting, not just sitting around talking, doing nothing. You're really out here making a difference." 

Unbeknownst to her, he began to corral her towards the corner of the parking lot, where the café slanted back and butted up against the dry cleaner. He asked if he could hold her sign for a moment. She thoughtlessly handed it over to him and he carried it in the air, joining in with her and the crowd with the "Hands up don't shoot" chant. He forced himself to get into the cause du jour, carrying on ridiculous conversation about unwarranted police brutality. The believability with which he handled the challenge of convincing her he gave a shit about the situation gave his ego a boost. Every logical response was bitten back, every check and checkmate was ignored and he worked the angle of the mob mentality and social justice while also working her steps back towards the farther corner. He still held the sign in front of the both of them. It did a good job of concealing them for the most part. Everyone else was totally enraptured with themselves, with the cause, and nobody looked up when he stepped off and motioned for her to come with him. 

"What?" she asked, quickly aware that she was away from the like-minded crowd. 

"I just wanted to show you..." And they disappeared from view. 

He dropped the sign and tightly grabbed her arm and covered her mouth. He pulled her down the narrow alleyway. She screamed from around his hand and tried to pull her thin arm from his big grip. No one heard her over all the righteous chanting, of course. A perfect pile of cardboard had been dumped and left in the middle of the alley and he dragged her right behind it. The other end of the ally ironically had a tall dumpster for cardboard obstructing any view from the small back parking lot at the opposite end. She jerked and howled into his palm, but was not to avail in his strong grip. He pulled her down onto the cardboard, following her on his knees, sitting on her, pinning her arms to her side. He still kept his hand over her mouth. 

"First of all, oh my fucking God, first of all," he said into the back of her head. "That 'kid' died because he reached for the officer's gun! Of COURSE the officer was going to shoot him. It's protocol! The kid made himself an immediate threat." He looked up to the sky and let out a breath. "That's better. Fuck. And now I'm the immediate threat." She squirmed helplessly under his weight, uselessly kicking her legs back and rocking her body. He reached a hand under her shoulder and felt for her breast, small and braless inside her ragged dress. He pulled her head back with the hand around her mouth. As he squeezed the small mound of flesh, he spoke in her ear. "Did you know that dead child robbed a corner store and assaulted the store owner? Right before he was completely unjustifiably shot down in cold blood. Right? Did you know that?" He squeezed the nipple hard as he made his point, so hard he had to force himself stop for the sake of overkill. She squealed sharply from the pain and confusion, unable to speak words on any level. 

She laid there on top of the reeking cardboard, unused to the weak feeling sneaking into her consciousness as she realized her little, lithe female body could not make him budge an inch. She could barely squirm and her feet, heavy and tiring in the Doc Martens, couldn't reach his body when she kicked. The pain from the nipple pinch had incapacitated her for a second and she could not think to answer him. Her mind reeled from the sudden change up of dialogue. She had been fooled into thinking he was on her "side." Now she sensed he was going to show her how intensely he disagreed with her. And deep down, she knew the grounds her opinions were based on were shaky and popular opinion at best, but she ultimately just wanted peace and harmony. But paradoxically she also felt that she must fight him before he did anything unthinkable to her on the ground in the alleyway. She felt tears stinging in her eyes and a hard lump forming in the back of her throat as she began to consider her situation and her shrinking options. 

"Not only that," he rasped. "I'm a big fan of mindset. The circumstances of a present situation can really change the behavior of how one would normally act. This kid knows he's guilty from the fucking second the cop car pulls up behind him." His fingers let her nipple go and he massaged her chest up to her shoulder, kneading up to the nape of her neck and across to her other shoulder. He felt her tears wet the hand holding her mouth shut, and it made want to smile, and he did: this time a sick smile that she could not see, a smile that made him happy she was finally going to be put in her simpering, foolish place after her lifetime of nonsense-ness, and he might even teach her something. "Conversely" he lectured into her ear, "and this is really interesting, the officer has no idea about the crime this poor child just committed just moments ago." He bent his head down and brought his lips to her exposed shoulder blade. His chin and jaw rough with stubble, he kissed her soft, white skin. He heard her scared little whimpers at his unwanted contact as she realized her rhetoric could not carry through to his one on one improvised debate of sorts. 

"I think the worst thing the cop did was tell him to stop walking in the middle of the road. But you know how they do. They know there's a sidewalk there, but they have to be all whatever and walk in the road instead." He continued kissing her exposed back, changing up the sensations he wanted her to feel by nipping her unprotected skin several times, punctuating his lecture with the bites. He felt her respond to the bites as she lay tormented underneath him. She cried out in surprise at the first one, but with the succeeding nips, she silenced herself from showing her pain. 

She hated him though. She hated everything he was saying and she couldn't not hear his words as he hissed everything directly into her ear. Her vehement disagreement at him in all things sickened her at her core, as did his apparently racist tongue, grotesquely tasting her skin. The smell of rotten cardboard under her, her stomach turned with disgust for all of those things, too, but also for the pleasurable reaction her body had snuck into her consciousness. There was no doubt the animal inside the vile man had picked up on the first scents of her impending defeat. 

Holding her right arm painfully tight to the ground, he said, "I'm going to uncover your stupid little mouth now. You better not scream, and you better not say a damn dumb single fucking thing either. I'm so sick of what has been coming out of your mouth. You are an idiot with the inane things you believe. So keep the fuck quiet." He was hard from being so in control of the situation, of her, and he got a rush from being so demanding and degrading to her. He liked it. When she didn't scream as he released her mouth, her head falling forward, the power he felt increased and his cock grew even bigger. Holding both arms tightly to the ground, he slid down her body pressed his crotch against her thigh. She whined and shook her head in a silent 'no.' 

"Yes," he whispered back, grinding against her, over their clothes. "We are talking about mindset here. It can change real quick depending on circumstantial happening." 

More tears fell. She felt his hardness pressing into her leg, burning the muscle under her skin. His lips and teeth still teasing down her spine. Her tears reminded her that he was a sick man, using her dignity to somehow prove his point. She struggled against to his hateful words and touches. She couldn't let her resistance start to fade under his imposing, masculine strength. She had spent a good chunk of her adult life fighting for women's rights and the progression of feminism without ever really bothering to know and understand the many gray areas of the word equality. 

He removed his right hand, and leaning against the length of her body to keep her immobile, he pulled up the bottom of her dress and slid his hand down over the entire curve of her ass, tracing his fingertip down the crease at the bottom down to where her thighs met. "That's a nice little ass," he remarked crassly. The other side of her ass received the same treatment, his fingertips trailing farther, down to mid-thigh. He slowly slid his hand in around her thigh, cupping her inner leg, pressing his knuckles into the crotch of her panties. He circled his first digit knuckle against the opening of her cunt, sinisterly delighting in the warmth he felt radiate. 

"Do you see how the mindset changes," he said. 

"No," she grunted, summoning up her strength after her momentary rest and recovery. As she stiffened and twisted her body underneath him, he anticipated her movement and shifted his weight off of her as she moved. He took her arm and pinned it at forty five degrees behind her as she rolled onto her back, and he settled his weight right back down on top of her. Another failed attempt to save herself registered, another whiff of despair was detected. And the bloodletting began. 

He pushed her left leg out of its trap and quickly, quite ruthlessly, forced two entire fingers around her panties and deep into her tight and tensed pussy. He felt the shockwaves reverberate against his fingers, and she felt her pussy strain to open for him. He held deep, enjoying the mutual satisfaction he knew they both felt, until he felt her twitch, either in misunderstood pleasure or in a sensory return that would jolt her to flee, neither of them knew which. But he only let off his hold about an inch as she flinched before sinking hard into her again, prompting the shockwaves of acceptance to come again. She refused to moan. 

His fingers began to curl gently inside of her, rocking up, stroking her deep. It wasn't long before he heard a squish and felt her juice begin to run down over his fingers and over the palm of his hand in total submission. As he looked at her face, now pleasingly flushed in wanton red, he saw her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were knit closer. Her teeth bit hard on her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. He didn't need to try to read her mind. She felt the ache in her restrained arms competing with the ache she felt in her pussy. With deathly accurate finger strokes deep and strong inside of her, he massaged her into an essence-quaking, shuddering orgasm. She succumbed to her defeat violently, hating herself with each wave, pushing her cunt against him to pull him deeper inside of her. A groan poured from her mouth as she felt her body begin to crave him. He heard her wordless begging. 

As she lay in the haze of her orgasm, breathless, she began to take in her surroundings. She saw the ugly brick walls against the beautiful blue sky. Her body was rocked side to side as he lifted off her body. She took in a deep breath as the weight that had been holding her down was suddenly removed. He picked her up by an arm and at the hip and turn her over like a ragdoll. Her dignity was jolted awake with this offensive manhandling. Her body, still limp from her struggle to fight off orgasm once already, was splayed over on her front and then he snatched her up by her hips, lifting her ass up obscenely in the air. 

As soon as she felt herself on all fours, she lurched forward in a last ditch attempt at escape. She was only able to move herself half a body length before his reaction time caught her by the leg. He evilly delighted in dragging her back to him, and once in reach, he quickly scooped up both sides of her long hair and pulled her head back hard. He pulled her hair so hard she had to come up off her hands and lean her body back to him in following his grasp. She knew she had made a mistake. He whispered what a bad girl she was as he yanked her head back, his mouth against her ear. His other hand undid his belt and jeans, freeing his cock from its cover. He stroked it against the crack of her ass and rubbed the head of it against the still dripping slit between her legs, allowing her to feel his mass of solid power against her already ringing cunt. He teasingly pushed the head of his cock inside of her, be brought her hand around for her to feel on him what was still left to invade her. She began to shake at the thought of something so large to actually penetrate her. 

Her shoulders fell forward. He let her hair go. She fell forward on her hands and shook in fear of the coming pleasure she was sure to like. She again became aware of her surroundings, the dirt under her knees, the stale cardboard smell. But now she stayed there, panting, waiting with an open cunt, silently begging him to fill her with his cock. 

He pressed his cock into her, without any more tease. He slid in forcefully, splitting her ego in two pieces, solidifying his part in breaking her. He watched her lower her shoulders to the ground, laying on her chest, opening herself fully to her captor. He felt paroxysm of defeat still coursing through her body, her legs up into her helpless pussy. He held her steady as he began the mutual torture of sliding his cock in and out of her. As she began to know this feeling from him, she could not stop the greedy, slutty moans coming out from deep within. She could not stop moving her hips in synch with his. She could not imagine ever wanting this feeling of full contentment to ever go away. She felt the volcano of anger and spite that had been inside of her collapse on itself, never to be the point of contention again. The in and out rhythm his cock had taken on slowed to a deeper grind. She squirmed under him as she fought to take him all in. He rubbed her ass with one hand as he pulled her hip into his lap. He slipped the hand on her ass up over her hip, and down, to run circles on her clit as his cock stuffed her slutty pussy full. She was back in his lap again, shaking on his cock, her new favorite place to be. Her little involuntary jumps he infused into her were enough to make her start to cum around him again. He rubbed, she twitched on him and she came hard, her muscles clenching him gratefully. 

He guided her forward again, so that she was shakily waiting on her hands and knees in a fog as she came to once more. 

"I want you to lean down on your shoulders with your ass up in the air," she heard him say. She gingerly laid her shoulders on the ground, on the dirt, her ass in the air. She obeyed him without a thought about it. "Spread your legs more." He reached out to her and collected the juice visibly coating her pussy and inner thighs. She jumped at his touch. She waited for him to please fill her pussy again, but he didn't.