As of that Thursday, it had been almost a week since Camilla had last fucked her father, and while she knew it was getting harder and harder to convince him that he, in his stoned inebriation during every lovemaking, was only dreaming about sleeping with his girlfriend, Camilla's addiction to his dick was only getting stronger. To stave off her next encounter with Agape until a later time, Camilla would need other men to satisfy her mammoth lust...for the time being.
At York, she again was using Nigrovum to make her hair and eyes their original blonde and blue, and her skin its original peach colour; she was wearing white high heels and a dainty but revealing white dress that came down halfway between her thighs and knees. She was walking down an empty hall in a building where her next class would start in a half hour. That class would be her world mythology class, in which the very asexual and misandrist Dr. Sorensen was replacing her original sexy prof, the late Dr. Alex McVie; because of this disappointing replacement, she was not looking forward to the lecture.
Suddenly, she felt a hand gently caressing her buttocks. She looked behind and saw Dr. Lawson, the prof for her erotic literature course.
"Oh, hi sir!" she said with an ear-to-ear grin. "How are you?"
"Oh, just great," he said, patting and lightly squeezing her behind. "Even better now that I'm with you."
"You're so sweet," she said, getting wet at his most sensitive touch. She pointed down the hall ahead of them. "There's a one-person washroom over there. Wanna go inside and fool around?"
"Do I ever," he said, his hand roaming along her anal cleft and gluteal sulcus. They reached the washroom and went in. She locked the door.
He sat on the toilet, and she stood before him, swaying her hips slowly while unzipping her dress from behind. She pulled the shoulder straps off her shoulders, and let the dress fall to her feet, revealing her pink bra and panties, both of which had pretty flower patterns on them. A bulge was rising in his pants, and he was stroking it with his hand.
"My pussy isn't shaved today, sir," she said as she took off her bra with a wiggle of her tits. "I hope you don't mind."
"That's OK," he said as he ogled her tits. "It'll be a nice change."
She pulled down her panties to reveal her jet black pubic hair. The underwear fell to her ankles, and she pulled her shod feet out of the leg holes.
"Do I look OK?" she asked.
"Lovely," he said, still feeling himself.
"Thanks." She turned around, spread her legs out wide and bent over so he could see her pink-purple pussy and dark brown asshole. He leaned forward to get a closer look; he put one finger in her wet pussy, tickling her G-spot, and the fingers of his other hand opened her asshole wide. He licked her anus, slipping his tongue inside an inch or so. As he tongue-fucked her ass, his index finger continued stroking her G-spot. He slipped his long finger deep inside her cunt and reached for her A-spot, gently prodding it.
Still bent over, she moaned and sighed at his talented hands and tongue while stroking the bulge in his pants. She unzipped his pants and put her hand inside. She pulled out his cock.
He stopped tonguing her asshole, and his mouth and fingers switched positions. Now he was sucking on her labia while pushing his index finger inside her asshole. He sucked on her clitoris as she jacked him off.
"I'm gonna come," she moaned. "Wanna eat it?"
"Sure," he said, opening his mouth wide in anticipation. He fingered both her clitoris and her anal walls, and she spouted.
"Ah!"
she squealed in whistle register. Some people in the halls were startled to hear that, but continued walking down the hall to their classes.
Most of her come went in his mouth, though some was dripping down his cheeks. He wiped the remainder off with his fingers and then sucked on them.
"OK," she said. "Now it's your turn." She turned around, knelt between his legs, and unzipped his pants. Looking up in his eyes salaciously, she kissed and licked his knob, then put his cock a third of the way inside her mouth. He looked down into her lustful eyes and moaned his thanks for her services. His cock would go in her mouth two-thirds of the way, then come out three-quarters; she always looked up at him, always pleased to be pleasing him. Her hand gently scratched, tickled, and jiggled his balls.
He was quickly approaching orgasm, and she could sense it even without the aid of Nigrovum, his cock was so hard and tingling with excitement. Her mouth went up and down on his cock faster and faster, and then she pulled it out with a popping sound. She pointed it at her face while briefly jerking him off. He spouted his come on her nose, right eye, lips, and left cheek. He looked down at the come dripping off her face and smiled. She looked up at him and giggled.
This moment of pleasure served its purpose well: she'd be able to resist another night of incestuous sex with Agape for at least a few days.
***************
After washing the come off her face, getting dressed, and saying good-bye to Dr. Lawson, Camilla hurried off to her mythology class, for which she was about five minutes late. Dr. Sorensen had been discussing the difference between 'matriarchal' and 'patriarchal' myth, clearly preferring the former to the latter. She invariably described the ancient goddesses as loving and compassionate, while conveniently ignoring their wrathful sides; similarly, gods such as Zeus and Yahveh were characterized as nothing other than warlike rapists.
After lecturing for about a half hour to students who were two-thirds female, one-third male, the prof said, "OK, women; I've spent the past half hour doing things the patriarchal way, dominating class time using the teacher-as-master and student-as-servant paradigm. For the rest of the class, I want to do things the matriarchal way, allowing for a free exchange of ideas from all of you. You may now share your thoughts with the class."
The vagina dialogues thus began.
"It's pretty obvious that a society ruled by women is better than one ruled by men," said an obese female student with spiked hair. "No wars, no class struggle, and certainly no sexism: just peace and love, all from the one gender that actually understands those two ideas."
No sexism, eh?
Camilla thought;
Gee, no hypocrisy, either, apparently
.
"Some interesting points," Dr. Sorensen said. "Thanks for sharing them."
"I totally agree," said another overweight female student, one with a nose ring. "No offence to the guys in our class, but I don't think there's anything controversial about saying that most men are pigs." Almost half the students applauded: more than a few of these were male. Dr. Sorensen also clapped.
"No offence taken, I'm sure," Camilla whispered sarcastically.
"I also agree," said a third girl, who was pretty and thin, the one who said she didn't like the 'misogynist' Alex the week before. "Women's ways of knowing, of feeling, and of empathizing, beat out men's cold, competitive, mechanical thinking every time. Men can learn from us, though: I've been drilling femininity into my boyfriend's head over the past year, and he's making some progress."
"You mean there's
hope
for men?" a fourth woman, also pretty and thin, said. "Wow, who'd have thought?" That same half of the class laughed. "I tried pounding the female perspective into my ex-boyfriend's head, but he, like all men, never listens."
"Well, maybe if you hadn't been pounding so much," Camilla interjected angrily, "he
might
have listened."
"Oh, Goddess," the spike-haired student said, ogling Camilla in her provocative dress. "Patriarchal woman just did the impossible: she broke the silence." More chuckles from that same half of the class.
"First of all, I fail to see what's 'patriarchal' about me; I do whatever I like, regardless of what men think. Second, what is so silent about your belly-aching?" Camilla asked.
"Um, what's your problem?" the girl with the nose ring asked.
"Ladies, there are a dozen men in our classroom," Camilla said, "and your man-hating remarks are making them very uncomfortable, I'm sure."
"Do you think we even care?" the spike-haired girl asked.
"How many times have men's attacks on our gender made us uncomfortable?" the one with the nose ring asked. "With all the misogynist things they've written in their vicious books throughout history--never
her
-story--as well as all the suffering they've caused women, why should we care about men's petty problems? Men can rot, for all I care."
"So much for women's ways of empathizing," Camilla said.
"We care about
real
problems," the third girl said. "Half of women are either raped, or are victims of attempted rape, sexual harassment, or child molestation."
"Oh, not those exaggerated statistics again," Camilla said.
"They are not exaggerations!" the girl with the nose ring said. "Take back the night, I say. We all know what men are thinking when they look at us. I'm sick of walking home at night, terrified of being raped."
Camilla looked up and down at the chubby girl with the nose ring, and said, "I don't think you need to worry."
