Thirteen-year-old Kelly held her breasts in her hands, squeezing her nipples quite hard between her thumb and forefinger, rolling them, pulling on them. Jennifer's face was between her legs, she was licking the young girl's pussy quite enthusiastically.

Jennifer was Kelly's "girlfriend." They'd met at a party that Kelly's friend Erin dragged Kelly to. It was a college party, and Jennifer and her friend Trish were sophomores at the local college. The two older girls took an immediate liking to two younger, and pretty soon the four of them were in their dorm room making out, and since then Kelly and Jennifer have been "going out" for a couple of months.

Jennifer really knew how to go down on a girl. Kelly loved it. It was amazing, all the things she could do with her tongue: Delicate little teasing or deep, broad licks, and everything imaginable (and unimaginable) in-between. She could get Kelly off in two minutes if she wanted, or she could make it last forever. Kelly couldn't believe how lucky she was to have a girlfriend like Jennifer.

The only disadvantage was that Jennifer wasn't very interested in Kelly's tits. Jennifer teased Kelly that she was "orally fixated," since Kelly spent a fair amount of time kissing Jennifer's breasts; Kelly liked Jennifer's breasts just fine--they were large and soft and warm--but she wasn't really turned on by them or anything, she just mainly hoped that Jennifer enjoyed having them kissed as much as Kelly enjoyed having hers kissed, and she thought, or hoped, that it might inspire Jennifer to spend more time playing with Kelly's tits. But Jennifer liked pussy, not tit. It seemed like she could spend hours with her face between Kelly's legs. She just couldn't get enough of the little thirteen year old's cunt.

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Jennifer liked to call herself a "feminist." "I'm a lesbian feminist," she'd say. She had lots of theories about relationships between the sexes and wasn't afraid to expound upon her theories. Kelly liked this about Jennifer, she was obviously really smart and really opinionated and that was so much better than all the kids at Kelly's school who wouldn't dare say anything that would make them stand out at all.

Sometimes, Jennifer took her opinions a little too far, like when Kelly had told her about how her ex-boyfriend, Chris, had anal sex with her, and Jennifer was like, "Oh my god, he raped you! You told him to stop and he didn't! You should call the police on that fucker!" Kelly knew that Chris hadn't really raped her so she wasn't going to call the cops on him, but she did sort of feel like he was a "fucker" for doing it to her.

Other times, though, Kelly sort of agreed with what Jennifer said, not everything, but a lot of it. Shortly after they'd started seeing each other, the four of them--Erin and Trish and Jennifer and Kelly--were setting around talking and they started talking a bit about sex, and Jennifer gave a college dissertation on the topic: "I think the penis is a weapon. Men use it to hurt women. The only time I ever had sex with a man, he was really rough and it hurt a lot and when I told him it hurt he laughed. I think sex is inherently violent; it begins with the violence of the breaking of the hymen, and it ends with the violence of childbirth. In between women are subjugated and dominated and humiliated." Lots of head nodding in agreement among the other ladies in attendance.

"All sex is like rape." Jennifer continued. "I wasn't raped, I guess, 'cause I let him do it, but it sure felt like I was being raped. Sex always, necessarily, involves the man forcing himself into the woman. She is violated in the most intimate possible way; the tip of his penis is all the way inside her body, only inches from her heart. And all she can do, all she is supposed to do, is just lay there and passively submit to being violated." More nods.

"For men, sex is about humiliation and domination. Why do you think men like to ejaculate on women's faces, or in their mouths? To humiliate them. Have any of you ever had a man ejaculate on your face?" Kelly was too embarrassed to admit that Chris had done it to her many times. "I have. I let the asshole have sex with me, I was a virgin and everything, you know? And when I tell him he can't come in me, he takes his penis out of me and climbs up and starts jacking off. I'm not kidding, he started jacking off, right in front of my face! And then he just aims it right at my face and ejaculated. It was the most humiliating thing ever, it was so gross. I felt so used. And he was laughing."

"So sex is all about power and possession and humiliation and domination. Men expect women to be their prostitutes, and they treat them that way. They treat them like they own them. I just don't think that any woman, in an ideal society where women are fully empowered and free to make their own choices, I just don't think that any woman would ever truly willingly submit to sex with a man."

Kelly didn't completely agree with what Jennifer was saying. She'd broken up with Chris, but she had lots of good memories of sex with him (and, she wouldn't tell Jennifer this, but she actually sort of enjoyed it when he came on her face). But, she had to admit the truth of a lot of what she had to say. After all, why did Chris always call her his little whore? Humiliation and possession, right?

Then Trish started talking. "See, here's the difference. For men, when they have sex, they touch the woman and use the woman but it's all for their pleasure, right? When two women have sex it's not like that at all. The woman who is touching the other woman, she's doing it to make the _other_ woman feel good, right? For men, it's all about making themselves feel good. For women, it's all about making the other person feel good."

"That's so true!" Kelly found herself saying out-loud. Jennifer smiled.

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Jennifer's expert tongue apparently decided it was time to get Kelly off. Whatever she was doing down there, it was doing the trick! Kelly lifted her hips off the bed, shoving her pussy into her girlfriend's face. And then her legs started shaking, and then she started convulsing as waves of hot, electric pleasure coursed through her body. When she finally settled down, Jennifer climbed out from between her legs.

"God, I love it when you come," she said, smiling at Kelly. "You're so cute when you come!"

Kelly teasingly pushed her onto her back and climbed between her legs. Kelly didn't really like going down on girls that much--OK, the only girl she'd ever gone down on was Jennifer, so her experience was somewhat limited; but Jennifer's pussy was hairy, and it didn't really taste very good. Maybe it didn't taste as bad as semen, but then again you didn't have any of the suspense and excitement you get when a man comes in your mouth. But, she liked to make Jennifer feel good so she did it happily.

When she'd finished, she and Jennifer lay together, hugging, naked, listening to Erin and Trish having sex in the other bed.

Sex with Jennifer was great. It was everything Kelly wanted (well, not enough boob play but other than that it was perfect). It was all orgasm, all the time; Jennifer loved eating pussy and loved eating Kelly's young pussy best of all. And, sex aside, Kelly really liked Jennifer. She was smart, and nice, and beautiful. But the weird thing is, when she was alone in bed by herself and masturbating, she didn't get very turned on when she thought about Jennifer. When she really wanted to get turned on, there was one thing she thought about, every time: Chris's cock. Long and hard and thick, big swinging balls. God, she loved that cock. And, she'd be mortified to admit it to Jennifer, but when she was masturbating and really close to orgasming, she always imagined, every time, that his big cock was pointing right at her face. She would stare right the his head, right at the hole in the tip of his head, waiting, waiting, waiting--when's he going to come? When's that hot, thick come going to fire out of him and slam against her face? Oh God here it comes! Oh God!

Afterwards she'd lay there wondering why it turned her on so much. Jennifer was right, wasn't she? It was all about dominance and possessiveness and humiliation. Just like Jennifer described, Chris always laughed afterward. She was sitting there with his come dripping off her face and he was laughing. Jennifer was right, it was humiliating to just lay there and let him do that to her like she was his whore, like he owned her and could do whatever he wanted to her.

But for some reason, it really turned her on.

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Even though Kelly had sworn off boys from school a long time ago, she still had a "reputation" from the first time she had sex, and this meant that guys at school would still ask her out quite a lot, hoping that she'd put out or at least let them put their hands down her pants. She turned them all down, of course. But when the cutest guy in the seventh grade, David Duhanson, asked her to the Homecoming Dance, she couldn't help herself and she agreed to go. He was such a mama's boy, a preacher's kid and everything, that she figured he wasn't like the other guys, he wasn't just asking her out hoping to get something.

She didn't really feel like she was cheating on Jennifer, since it's not like it was really a date, she just wanted to go to the dance and so did he. But she didn't tell Jennifer about it--she had a feeling that Jennifer wouldn't really care if she cheated on her with a girl, for all she knew Jennifer had sex with lots of other girls, but she would be really disappointed if she knew Kelly was going out with a guy. So, she just didn't tell her about it.

They had a lot of fun at the dance, and he was super nice to her and everything, and it was really sweet when his dad looked away and he gave her a little kiss when they dropped her off at her house after the dance. He called her the next day and asked her if she wanted to go to a movie. She had plans with Erin to go over to Jennifer and Trish's but she lied to them and said she was feeling sick. After the movie he invited her over to his house to watch some TV. After a while his parents wanted to take her home but he said they were still watching TV, so Kelly texted her dad to see if he would pick her up in a hour, and he said sure. So then, David's parents went to bed, dragging his little sister reluctantly along with them. David got up and shut the door, and then he sat down next to her on the couch and, really nervous like, says, "So, I was thinking, would you like to make out at all?"

"Sure," Kelly said, feeling excited to be with a boy again.

It took about two minutes for them to go from making out to heavy petting. He had his hands on her tits through her sweater, and she slipped her hand down his pants. It'd been so long since she'd had her hand on a cock, it felt like paradise to wrap her fingers around his hot, hard erection. She could tell that he really wanted to get his hands on her pussy but he was too nervous to make the move so she pulled her skirt up and slipped her panties off and sat there with her legs spread open, and he took the hint. She was wet and he rubbed his fingers around for a while, obviously not sure exactly what he was doing, but eventually he managed to get a finger inside her, and then she whispered to him, "Do you want to have sex?"

He was so excited he couldn't even talk, he just nodded, overly enthusiastically, and she knew he was a virgin, she could just tell. She was a little disappointed, the only time she had sex with a virgin was completely underwhelming. But, she was glad to know that her pussy was going to be his first and hopefully he wouldn't ejaculate after five seconds like the last virgin she had sex with. She lay down on the couch and pulled her skirt up and spread her legs and he climbed on the couch and unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out, but she's like, "No, I want to see it. All of it!" So he pulled his pants down and his big hard-on popped out and she's thinking, "God I love cock!" And then she grabbed it and pulled it to her and directed it down and into her.

He had a big grin on his face as his cock slid into her, and she was in paradise. He wasn't exactly big, but big enough, and hard as a rock, and she could feel his head going deeper and deeper. When he got in all the way to the hilt, he just stayed there and she could tell he had no idea what to do so she put her hands on his hips and showed him how to move. It took a couple of strokes but he got the hang of it. It felt so good to have a cock sliding in and out of her that she just lay back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride.

David was much better than the last virgin that fucked her, he was able to keep it up for a while, but after a couple minutes he was breathing pretty hard and she says, "You probably better not come inside me."

"Oh," he said, and he pulled out.

"No, silly," she said, "don't stop! Here..." She lifted her legs in the air and pulled her skirt off, then pulled her sweater up over her chest, pulling her bra up off her tits at the same time. "You should keep going until you come, but just pull out at the last second and come on my belly." She patted her stomach. "See?"

"Oh," he said, grinning. "OK!"

"But first," she said, "I want you to kiss my nipples."

He smiled really big. "OK!"

He leaned down and kissed one nipple, then the other. Then he lifted his head and looked at her.

"Now," she said, "fuck me with your big cock until you come."

She loved the feeling of his warm semen shooting out of his cock when he finished. She didn't even care that he got a bunch on her sweater. She could tell he barely even pulled out in time, so the first shot wasn't aimed at her belly at all but fired up and across and it was a big shot and made a big mess. And she loved it. She loves watching cocks firing come.

All David wanted to do after that was have sex. Every time he had the chance, he was asking her if he could have sex with her again. And that was just fine with Kelly, it'd been a long time since she'd had any cock and she couldn't get enough of David's. In fact, Kelly was getting the best sex of her life--she could get David's cock pretty much whenever she wanted, and Jennifer was the best pussy eater on earth. But after a while, she started feeling a little underwhelmed by it all. David was good at sex, and getting better, and he would do pretty much anything she asked. But that was the problem. He treated her like a goddess, or a princess. It was like he was a puppy-dog, just following his master around all day. She knew he really doted on her, and that was sort of sweet, but it definitely started getting boring.

Meanwhile, she was getting the impression that for Jennifer, sex wasn't really, well, sexual. It sometimes seemed to be more about politics than sex, like she had to prove to the world that she didn't need or want men. Kelly knew Jennifer had a terrible experience the only time she had sex with a guy, and it does seem like he was a jerk and everything, but what Kelly really hoped, what she really wanted, was for Jennifer to get over it. Forget about the guy and move on to better things. She was so good at eating pussy, and she really seemed to enjoy it, so Kelly just wanted her to stop being so angry. Just enjoy sex for what it is.

As she lay in bed one night thinking about these things, she decided she had to do three things. First, she had to break up with David. She was pretty sure he was in love with her, or at least he thought he was in love with her even though all he was really in love with was her pussy. Whatever the reason, she didn't want to lead him on anymore, she most certainly was not in love with him and wasn't ever going to be. Besides, he just wasn't the right lover for her. He was way too wimpy in bed; he never did anything without her permission. He never once put his cock in her face and said, "Suck me." The only times she ever blew him was when she initiated it, and even then he never finished in her mouth. Not that she wanted him to, but come on! Doesn't a guy always want to finish in a girl's mouth, especially when she's the one that wanted to suck him? And he never came on her face, either, and she knew he would never, ever, make her have anal sex with him. It's not like she would ever want him to do that, but still.

Second, she had to break up with Jennifer, too. Jennifer was sure an attentive lover and always wanted to make Kelly feel good, but for some weird reason, that left Kelly feeling somewhat unfulfilled. It didn't really seem like the purpose of sex to her. They way she understood sex, the best sex, she was supposed to make the other person feel good. It was like Trish said--the woman wants to make the other person feel good. That's when the woman's body responds to sex the strongest. But it wasn't a simple matter of making her lover--making Jennifer--feel good; she could do that, Jennifer liked being eaten out and Kelly had gotten pretty good at it. It wasn't just about giving pleasure, it was about having her body used by her lover. It was about being used by her lover for her lover's pleasure. That's what Trish didn't understand, and that's what the best sex was all about--giving your body up to your lover for them to enjoy.

So that led her to her third decision. She had to get back together with Chris.

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As hard as it was to break up with David--he'd actually cried, she felt so bad!--it was even harder to call Chris. She was terrible nervous, and it actually went way worse than she had even expected it would. Her heart skipped a beat when she hear his deep voice answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Um, hi, Chris, this is Kelly," she said, trying to sound as chipper as possible. She heard a woman giggle in the background.

"Um, hi, Kelly," he said. Short pause, more giggling. "Say, can I call you back? I'm a little busy right now."

"Sure," she said, little Miss Chipper.

After that phone call, Kelly lay on her bed and tried not to cry. She wasn't mad at Chris; of course he would have a girlfriend, just like she went out with people after they broke up. But she was disappointed. She really hoped he'd want to start up their relationship again.

She figured he wasn't going to call her back, and she even thought about going over to David's and telling him it was all a mistake. So she was pretty pleased the next evening when her phone rang and she saw it was Chris.

"What's up?" he said. "You sounded a little upset yesterday."

"No," she said, "not at all. I just... I just wondered if maybe you'd like to get together? You know, maybe for a cup of coffee or something?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." He sounded a little hesitant. "How 'bout I pick you up tomorrow after school?"

"OK."

Kelly was so excited to see him she could hardly wait for school get over. When it was finally over, she grabbed her stuff from her locker and ran out the door. Chris was waiting in his car and she climbed in.

"So, where do you want to go?" he asked. "We could go to Grandma's Coffee Shop, or... I could just make us some coffee back at my place."

Kelly smiled at him. "Coffee at your place would be nice."

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Kelly was laying on his bed, her legs spread wide, and she watched as he climbed onto her. His cock was huge and wonderful and sticking straight out from his body, his big balls were swinging below. She reached out and took his penis in her hands as he knelt between her legs. Oh, god, it's so big, it's so much bigger than David's, I want that cock inside me so badly! She directed it down and he pushed it in and she was in heaven, feeling her insides stretched open by that giant specimen of manhood. Oh, yeah! She lifted her legs up in the air, then wrapped them around him, and he started fucking her.

A minute later he had her in a headlock, his arms wrapped under her shoulders, his large hands on top of her head, on her forehead, holding her tightly in place underneath him. And he was being very rough: Hard, quick downstrokes, plunging his cock all the way in, then pulling back and plunging in again. It was obvious that he knew her pussy well, he knew exactly what it would take for her to get him off and he set his pace just below that threshold, so that he was able to keep up that pace for a very long time. He fucked her to the point of exhaustion, and then beyond: Rough, hard, holding her down tightly and slamming into her. When he got a little too close to orgasm he would stop and hold himself inside her and lean down and kiss her nipples, then go back to fucking her again.

Kelly was indeed exhausted, his sex was so rough that she was starting to feel like she was being beat up. But this is exactly what she wanted. She wanted to submit to her lover, to give her body to him and let him do whatever he wanted to it.

After at least fifteen minutes of this, they were both drenched in sweat. He held himself inside her and held his face above hers, holding her head down tightly with his large hands. "Kelly," he said breathlessly, "are you on the pill?"

"No," she said.

He pulled back and slammed in hard, as if to say, "You fucking bitch, how come you're not on the pill?" She arched her back; she didn't want him to come inside her but at this point she wasn't going to tell him not to. Heck, she was a little worried that he'd hit her if she did.

He slammed into her five or six more times, as hard and as violent as he had ever been, and then he pulled out and climbed up on her, sitting on her chest, straddling her with his legs around her upper arms so that she could not lift them, and he started jacking off.

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Read my story "Come-shot Girl" for a graphic description of this final scene in the story of Kelly and Chris.