Men
Strike Back: The Right to Rape
by Sterling
Chapter 2 of 5
To the American woman, from the Men's Equity Party:
You
have a monopoly on a bunch of sex organs, most interesting to us being
the vagina. This will henceforth be known by our term, "cunt". We men
have a monopoly on a different set of organs, most prominent being the
penis, or "cock". Cock slides into cunt and ejaculates -- this is how
our species reproduces. The cocks have been willing and eager, but the
cunts have denied entry to cocks over and over again.
Woman, you have used your cunt as a weapon.
Before
marriage it was women who let a man treat them to dinner, movies,
entertainment, all in hopes of a chance to fuck a woman's cunt, but
no... It was just a scam. She got what she wanted, to hell with him.
From
the school years on, girls letting boys do nice things for them,
sensitive sweet talk, knowing the boys were hoping for a chance to slip
into a cunt... but no, false advertising.
Of course, some access
was granted, now and again. Enough to keep the men trying. Like little
rats, pressing the bar hundreds or thousands of times, hoping that just
once they might get a reward.
In marriage, a man swore that it
was his wife's cunt and hers alone that he would penetrate, and in
return she would meet his needs. And she did, for a while -- often a
very short while. The bait of marriage, followed by a switch -- 'I'm
tired, I have a headache'. There once was a concept of conjugal rights,
but it was eroded to nothing. Feminists fueled this -- no woman should
engage in sexual activity with a man unless she really felt like it --
like from the very core of her being, it must be exactly what she felt
like at that moment. Of course, it was a safe bet that she wouldn't
feel like it unless he had done every last thing she wanted. On those
rare occasions that the concept of sex was grudgingly agreed to, the
foreplay had to be everything she desired, and lengthy. The sex had to
be in the position that suited her best -- often with her on top, going
on and on and on, in search of her orgasm. And if that even occurred,
all too often the man's reward for his patience was, "Hurry up, I'm
getting sore."
This is now at an end!
We haven't just
gone back to the old ways. We've gone beyond. In the pre-feminist days,
women belonged to men. A father owned his daughter until he transferred
her ownership to a man in marriage. Husbands got sex, unlike in recent
years. But so many other men were left out. The poor man, the awkward
one, was left out. No more! Sex is now available to all men!
Everything
is reversed. The old rule was that sex only happened if a woman felt
like it. Now sex happens whenever a man feels like it! All imprisoned
rapists have been set free, because rape is no longer a crime. The
crime now is resisting sexual intercourse.
You may be glamorous
and rich, and the man may be poor, ugly, unkempt and unwashed. But if
he wants to fuck you, he can. On your back, panties around your ankles,
legs spread wide. Or if he prefers, you get it from behind, like a
bitch gets taken by a dog. If once isn't enough, he can do it again.
And again.
We are fortunate that sexually transmitted infections
were eliminated in 2033. Now cocks can slide from cunt to cunt freely,
with no risk of disease.
There is still the risk of pregnancy --
but this is a hope, not a risk! Given the power to decide for
yourselves whether to have babies or not, you mostly decided not to.
You blew it. Individual choice was a fine idea on its own, but the
collective effect was a disaster. Now men get to decide, and you can
bet a whole lot of men will be doing their best to make a whole lot of
women pregnant.
Birth control has been banned. Diaphragms and
caps and contraceptive gels are no longer for sale. With the help of
medical records, we are tracking down hormonal implants and IUDs and
removing them. Most important of all, the condom -- hated symbol of
male oppression -- is to be found no longer. Cock and cunt flesh are
meant to slide together smoothly, giving pleasure to man until he
ejaculates inside and leaves his semen behind. This is the natural way
-- the way of life.
Some of you women may not like this. Some
already have said so. Some have asked how they can avoid this fate of
cum dump for any man who has the urge.
There is one sure way.
That is to not have a cunt. This is how men avoid getting fucked. If
you really want to avoid getting fucked, use your will power and make
that cunt go away. Just like we men were told to make our sex drives go
away -- unless we were in a long-term, monogamous relationship with a
woman who was truly, deeply interested in sex at a particular moment.
If
you still have a cunt, it must be that you really do want to get
fucked. If between your legs is a cavity offering a hot, tight,
lubricated massage to invading cocks, surely you must expect that they
will invade! They will invade, and after however much sweaty, grunting
fucking the man feels like, they will disgorge their sperm inside.
If you have a cunt, you do not have the right to refuse a cock that
desires entry.
But
you do have rights. You have the right not to be physically hurt. You
do not have to let a man kiss you on the lips. You do not have to
pretend that you are enjoying yourself. You do not have to give blow
jobs or hand jobs or take it up the ass. The only orifice of your body
that you must make available is the one needed for reproduction -- your
cunt. You are allowed to masturbate and use sex toys. Men are not
prohibited from giving you pleasure if they want to.
And a few
closing details you may notice. You can no longer vote or hold elected
office. You no longer own anything. Your former assets are administered
now by your fathers, husbands, or brothers, or if no suitable such male
relatives are available, the state will appoint a guardian.
Are
there any bright spots? You can look forward to motherhood! Sometimes
your belly will swell and you will give birth. Your job is to nurse,
nurture, and raise whatever children may come of this. We'll provide
the sperm -- you get to do the rest.
Men have suffered too long
under your emasculating power. We will henceforth fulfill our deepest
desires -- fucking and ejaculating in every cunt that we want.
Jacob looked at Max and Max looked at Jacob. They had just heard the
announcement -- guys could fuck any girl they wanted.
"Wow, anyone?"
"Anyone. Who should we go for first?"
"Carly..."
"Oh, yeah, Carly!"
Carly
was gorgeous, popular, always well-dressed. And Carly was mean. She was
mean to the girls who weren't cool, and she was mean to the guys.
Making fun of them all -- the nerds, the ones who struggled with the
work, the poets, the average guys -- everyone but a few star athletes.
They jogged on over to her house. It was 9:30 at night. There were
lights on, but no one answered the bell.
"Hey!" said Max. "We want Carly! Let us in."
Jacob called, "You've got to let us in. Or else we break in." The two
of them began heaving themselves against the door.
It opened a crack, and a 50ish man appeared..
"You will go away," he said. "Or I'll call the police."
Max
pushed the door open, and he and Jacob occupied the inside foyer. "You
can try. But they're on our side. We want to fuck your daughter, and
you've got to let us. You can't interfere."
The man made Jacob nervous, but the prospect of getting into Carly's
pants was a strong motivation.
"Where is she?" he asked.
The man didn't answer.
"Probably upstairs, right? In her bedroom?"
The
two boys tromped up the stairs. There were several rooms with closed
doors, light coming through a crack at the bottom of one.
"Hey, Carly!" said Max, knocking at the first one. "Is this your room?"
Jacob
tried the door and it opened. And there was Carly, sitting at her desk
in front of her laptop. She turned around and looked at them,
frightened.
Max said, "Carly, baby! It's so nice to see you! We
were listening to the news and they said we could fuck anyone we want.
And we thought of you! You've been so nice to us..."
Jacob said,
"Yeah, so let's see you strip, show us those great boobs of yours. And
definitely show us what you've been hiding in your panties."
When Carly didn't move, Max grabbed her arm. "It's a crime to resist,"
he said, tugging her to her feet.
Jacob closed and locked the door, and said, I've got to get a video of
this..."
"No," Carly said, "No, please! I'm sorry for any things I said."
"Too late for that," said Jacob. "Smile for the camera."
"Please, no camera!" said Carly.
"That's not for you to decide," said Max. "Now, strip, damn it!"
"Ladies
and gentlemen," Jacob said to his phone, "We bring you the fucking of
Carly May, in the era of male liberation! ... She doesn't look too
happy about this, but maybe she'll think about how everyone felt when
she made them feel like dirt... Oh, there goes her shirt, and we see a
bra... There goes the bra, and .... Oh my, they are nice tits. Not
quite symmetric, but they'll do just fine, wouldn't you say, Max?"
"Yeah,
I'd say so." He grabbed one in each hand and squeezed, then bounced
them up and down. "But we want the main attraction... What do you have
in your panties, Carly?"
"Aw, she's crying now, but there goes
the button, there goes the front zipper -- and she's wriggling her hips
to get them off... those jeans sure are tight!
... Oh, black underpants, kind of lacy. But show us, Carly, show us
what's inside those underpants! What have hundreds of boys been
dreaming about for years?... Ah, c'mon, Carly. Don't hesitate. It's
natural. The human body is natural, right?... There go the panties, and
I see some brown pubic hair, nicely trimmed. And what do you think,
Max?"
"I think this is promising. I bet she's got a hot cunt down there, and
I'm really hot to fuck it..."
He
pointed the camera to the right. "Oh, I see! There's Max's cock. Quite
stiff, very impressive, look at that... That's a cock that's ready to
fuck Carly May! ... but Carly isn't quite with the program, she's just
standing here with her hands in front of her privates. How are you
going to take Carly, Max? From the rear? Up against the wall?"
"I thought I'd just go for the missionary position..."
"She
is not a happy camper, but there she goes, folks, on her back, legs
apart... And there goes Max, kneeling between her legs. Carly's got her
face covered up. Do you have a comment for the viewers back home,
Carly? No comment? OK."
"Oh, let's get a close-up there, Max --
he's found her pudendum, and holding her labia apart we can see what's
inside. A vaginal orifice, it sure looks like. Those big words were on
my SAT vocab list, I swear! But that's a cunt, to all you guys at home.
We always knew you had one of those, Carly... Max is moving in, making
contact, his cock tip lodged right between those lips, where the
opening is. He's got it in a bit, now he's letting go of the lips with
his fingers... And, he's sucking her left tit... And now her right."
Max raised his head. "I've jerked off dreaming of this, Carly baby, but
now here's the real thing."
"Max
is going to take her... And there it goes, we can see his cock
disappearing into that pussy. He's going and in out, getting more and
more of it into her... And now from this angle we see it, Max is
fucking his cock in and out of Carly May's cunt, he's really getting
the whole thing in there. I'll bet Carly wasn't a virgin... Her pussy
has done this before...."
"And how does it feel in there, Max?"
"Fantastic," gasped Max. "Just amazing..."
"You
can see he's speeding up -- he's really giving it to her good! There's
only one way this can end, folks. It's gonna happen soon, he's going at
her so hard... any second now... And there it is! A big push and a gasp
from Max. We all know what that means. It means he's creamed the inside
of Carly's cunt... And here it comes out again, Max's cock, and we can
see some of the cum with it, yup."
Max was panting.
"What did you think, Max? How was that?"
"It was great, Jacob. Dumping my cum up in Carly -- a real dream come
true."
"And look, Carly's stomach contracting like that -- I think she's
crying. Aww, poor Carly. Well, I sure want my turn."
Max
took the camera and took over the narration. "There's Jacob's cock...
Impressive and ready to go... He's mounting the girl, he's opened her
up, he's pushing... And he's in!"
Jacob said, "It's pretty
amazing, Max. Really smooth and hot... Tight too. God, I could plaster
her any second, but I want this to last. Let's get a really good
fucking motion going here..."
"Yes, no doubt about it, Jacob is
really pounding away. Carly should have no doubt she's been fucked
hard... And what's this? He's pulling Carly's arm away so we can see
her face... Yes, Carly's face is streaked with tears... Yeah, he's got
both her wrists pinned now, and he's sure got her cunt pinned with his
cock! Let's take a close-up of Carly's face while Jacob fucks her...
Does that feel good, Carly? Getting fucked like that? Are you going to
have an orgasm? ... She doesn't answer. But there's no condoms here,
folks, and unless Jacob pulls out -- "
"No way I'm pulling out!"
"There's
going to be more sperm up in her pussy, sperm to mix with mine. Maybe
she'll get pregnant, folks. That is what that is all about, of
course... Jacob's speeding up, here's a close-up of where his cock is
ramming in and out... you see a little of the base of his shaft, then
nothing, back and forth.... and..."
"I own
you!" shouted Jacob. "Arrggggh!"
"There it goes! You heard his roar, folks. Jacob's sperming the inside
of little Carly May. Very satisfying, Jacob?"
He
dismounted. "Oh,... very satisfying... indeed. I'd have to tell all our
viewers that Carly May is a very good lay. A very nice place to dump
your cum!" He took his phone back. "And what's that I hear? More
commotion below... Let me open the door here... Well, it looks like Max
and I aren't the only ones who had this idea... Four more guys from our
high school."
"She's here, we can fuck her?" said a voice.
"We
both have," said Max. "She's taken a load of cum from each of us. I
think given how sexy and mean and cock-teasy little Carly May has been,
she's going to get shafted a lot. She could get to be one tired girl!
And her pussy is going to get very sloppy."
All
females above the age of three are henceforth required to be outfitted
at state expense with a security necklace for their protection. This
necklace allows tracking of their position, and it allows for the
monitoring or recording of events in the immediate vicinity
While
universal sexual access is a cornerstone of the revolution, there have
been excesses committed by men in their exuberance while exercising
their new freedom. In practice, there are many restrictions on sexual
access, though most adult females are available at some point during
each day.
While the ability to enter personal residences was
initially required for men to exercise their rightful sexual freedom,
it occasionally led to theft or destruction of property. The necklaces
will now allow men to track the location of all nearby females and
identify those who are sexually available. Now the only reason for
forced entry to a personal residence is an available female within who
does not make herself sexually available outside of the residence.
There
have been tragic cases of men who interpreted the law as allowing
sexual access to small girls. A girl's necklace will now mark her as
off limits until she has had her first menstrual period. Females of all
ages are off limits during
their periods. They are also off limits in the event of a serious
illness.
Good
order also requires that females be available for universal sexual
access during only certain times of day. Many women are employed and
cannot do their jobs effectively if an interruption for sex is possible
at any time. Similarly, they need to be able to get to work and back,
and they need several hours of uninterrupted sleep. Mothers cannot be
interrupted for sex when they have childcare responsibilities.
In
practice, women will negotiate with the government a two-hour window
during which they will be available for sexual intercourse at a
convenient location advertised in advance.
A few women are not
available at all -- vital employees in industry and government and
close relatives of our brave soldiers and sailors.
These are a
lot of restrictions, and they will be enforced! This is the first time
that girls and women are protected from violent attack and illegal
sexual advances while innocent men are also protected from false
allegations. Attacks can be reliably punished because the identity of
any perpetrator can be discovered by visual and auditory sensors,
verified by later DNA analysis as needed.
Females do have
choices -- any female who is not required to be available sexually may
nonetheless volunteer to engage in sexual activity with a partner of
her choosing and hold him harmless. She does this by pressing an access
code on the necklace and clearly stating her intention for the benefit
of the recording device.
One major goal of the revolution is to
increase the birth rate. The necklaces will also monitor hormonal
status and allow everyone to know the locations of available fertile
women. Men who are willing to help in impregnating women can then
direct their attentions appropriately.
To allow a better match
of males and females based on their preferences, each female will have
an online public profile that she and her partners can fill out,
including relevant videos and ratings.
Fathers can choose to
outfit their sons with necklaces if they wish, but no male above the
age of 18 wears one without his consent. Any male data is also private
except to the extent he chooses to share it.
An Open Letter To Fellow Females From a 21-Year-Old
Some
women have naturally been very upset by the changes introduced as part
of the revolution. But I've always been a "glass half full" type of
girl, and I'd like to look at some of the advantages.
The
decline in population was a worrying development that needed a
solution. Now we have a solution, and it's going to be effective.
Without contraception and with frequent spermy gifts from many men,
whatever happens up inside our mysterious innards will happen. Our lack
of choice in the matter provides relief from agonizing indecision many
of us faced. Should I have a child? If so, when?
Many of us
wanted sex but were always waiting for the right partner. We didn't
want to seem "easy" or get a bad reputation. We feared developing an
emotional attachment to someone who we started meeting just for sex.
There was the goal of orgasm, to be achieved through proper choice of
partner and proper technique. There were worries about contraception --
the battle of the condom. In retrospect, we had very high expectations,
and were setting ourselves up for failure.
Now expectations are
low. The men show up with a stiff penis, we give them access, and they
do it to us. Mostly they do it hard and fast and rough. And they do it
quick. They ejaculate, seconds later the penis comes back out, the
semen stays inside, and they're either up and gone or else asleep. It's
the minimum our bodies need for reproduction. It's what our foremothers
got through most of history. I find it's also very hot -- a man doing
just what he wants.
Any pleasure we get from that kind of sex is
incidental, though if three guys do it in a row, incidental pleasure
accumulates. If instead of just sullenly accepting what we must, we
girls show some enthusiasm, men are more likely to consider our
pleasure too. Men can with a little fingerwork or a vibrator give us
pleasure. Many men don't mind if we do a little surreptitious
fingerwork of our own. Doing that on the tummy side of a man's pumping
shaft, I've come more than once. And when all the men have left, we can
use our fingers or vibrators -- I typically give myself a rich orgasm,
fueled by the vibrator but enriched by my recent memory of a man doing
his male thing exactly the way he wanted to -- or perhaps memories of
twenty men.
We women used to worry a lot about who fathered our
babies. But through most of history, it's the men who have decided
which penis penetrates us. The men argued and fought about that among
themselves -- and now they do again. We don't have to worry our pretty
little heads about it! It used to be just one penis, now it's lots, but
it doesn't really matter to us. We just make our vaginas available to
any stiff penis that shows up and accept whatever semen it delivers.
Once
a baby starts, that's when our role begins, as it always has (though it
had wavered somewhat in recent years). We take over, through pregnancy,
giving birth to the child, nursing it and raising it.
Some
boyfriends and husbands are staying true -- but not many. We're not
being true to them (even if we'd like to be), so we can hardly expect
them to be true to us! No more cheating and secret affairs. Women
report their men being more relaxed and emotionally open than ever,
partly because they don't need to deny their natural desire to deliver
sperm in lots of other women. They also aren't nice to us when they
don't want to be in hopes of getting some sex. If they want sex, they
just take it. Since they're getting what they want, many are just a lot
nicer to us!
Men don't break their promises any more, because
they promise nothing. We expect very little of them, and they usually
deliver what we expect -- some vaginal thrusting and an ejaculation.
However long it lasts, it feels physically good. Nature gave me a
vagina that's built to get wet at the prospect of an approaching penis,
to accept the deep intrusions, however rough and hard, and to make the
man feel so much pleasure he delivers sperm. It's enough to make me
pregnant, and that's really what nature cares about.
Things
had gone too far in favor of women before, and adjustments were needed.
I might prefer some middle course, but it's no longer up to me. I'm
going to enjoy the endless hot, quick sex from any stiff cock that
shows up, connecting to my inner, primitive female nature.
Snippets of the endless meetings kept coming back to him.
"There are too many violations for civilian courts to handle....
Martial law might last a long time."
"We can dramatically reduce crime if men who are criminal suspects must
wear necklaces."
"Immediate punishment is more effective..."
"Sir,
at the highest setting in the male prototype it feels like getting
kicked in the nuts -- hard. For the women, it's a sensation of a
searing vaginal pain."
"Staffing the centers for monitoring
necklaces is behind schedule but we are making good progress... We need
cross-checking to thwart a few sadistic guys..."
"7pm is the
start of a standard 'open fucking window', but we should consider
staggered windows so men can keep the schedules they like and also fuck
multiple women in a day."
"But sir, the limit of 30 sex partners
in a day is redundant! It's number of hours getting fucked that limits
what else a girl can do with her life..."
"Prophylactic antibiotics should be considered for 'heavy-use' girls to
head off UTIs..."
"We
must at all costs avoid incentives to get yeast infections -- requiring
submission to oral or anal sex as an alternative is possible as a
deterrent."
"Girls are using home-made contraceptives... Some can be detected by
the biochemical sensors of the necklace."
"Suicide rates have stabilized..."
"Men
have to hurry up if another guy is waiting. Fifteen minutes is too
quick, it should be twenty at a minimum. When having sex multiple times
a day, each copulation will naturally take longer."
"If men spend their 20 minutes just talking, it's an abuse of the
system... Yes, we need a penalty for men..."
"A hundred guys sign up for one girl who only has two hours... It's a
scheduling task..."
"Yes, priority goes to men who volunteer to be monitored."
"So a guy who can be in and out in two minutes gets precedence over one
who is in and out in three?" "Absolutely!"
The
admiral thought of the pictures of some of those girls, the videos the
guys made... the hot ones. His thoughts kept going back to that one
girl who had an orgasm every time a new guy stuck his cock in. The
general had a hard-on.
And beside him was his wife, whose pussy was still mostly closed to him
despite the revolution. He felt a sudden surge of anger.
"Hey, Linda," he said, shaking her shoulder.
"Hmmm?"
"I'm horny, and I want to do it."
"But it's the middle of the night! I was sleeping!"
"So? I work hard running the free world. This whole revolution is about
pussy on demand. And I want pussy, right now!"
"Well, fuck you and your revolution! We did it just last week. Isn't
that enough?"
"No. I could withdraw my protection from you."
She gave him a hard look. "You wouldn't dare. It would be a scandal!"
Admiral Burdick didn't think it would be a scandal. Not at all. He
thought it would improve his standing among the men.
"Linda, hands and knees, doggy style, right now, or you'll be very
sorry..."
"Officers' wives have prerogatives," she said, lying on her back,
covered fully by her nightgown, with legs together.
He
suddenly got up and walked to his study. He used to love her, there was
no doubt. But those headaches that kept getting more and more frequent,
the bored look when sex did happen. This was what the revolution was
about, damn it!
Angrily he swiped the keystrokes to withdraw the
protection, then sent a message to a half-dozen of his staff officers.
"My wife -- a real bitch and an asshole. I've withdrawn my protection
from her. I know she's not exactly young and hot, but I'd be obliged if
you would come to my residence tomorrow starting at 1000 hours and fuck
her just like you would any other uppity piece of ass."
But he was still horny. He sent a message to Kate saying he was coming
down.
Kate
was a volunteer. In a world where any pretty girl could count on
getting fucked constantly for two hours a day, an arrangement with
fewer guys was appealing, with no hint of stigma. The revolution had
relegated the words "slut", "whore" and "prostitute" to irrelevance.
Thousands of women advertised their sexy qualities to government
agencies. They would give enthusiastic sex in moderation in preference
to endless fucking by the riff-raff. The White House got to choose the
very hottest of the hot, and they had a dozen or so at any one time.
Any girl would take the Acting President's cock with great enthusiasm.
He knocked.
"Hi," she said softly, letting him in. "What's your pleasure?"
He
looked into the face of a goddess. "Oh, Kate... Missionary would be
great... Let me work my own way into that nightgown of yours."
"Sure thing."
"And get yourself hot so you have an orgasm while I'm humping you, OK?"
"I'd love that too."
In
the dim light of her bedroom, she lay on her back. He opened the front
of her nightgown a little to show the promise of breasts and stomach, a
promise he could redeem with his fingers. His cock responded strongly
to the alluring form of Kate, squirming very slowly with an impish
smile.
He found Kate's left breast with his lips and sucked
hungrily. His hand slid up her silky thigh, brushing the nightgown out
of the way, and it found her feminine place. He'd been planning to suck
the other breast too, but she was just too hot. He rolled over onto
her, spread her legs, aimed and lunged in. He felt her fingers gently
rubbing herself while he pounded in and out.
"Oh, Kate," he said. "I just wanna fuck your cunt. That's all I wanna
do."
"Of course! It's your right! But it's just what I want too. It feels
really good!"
He
plunged in deeper and faster. He hadn't checked her fertility but he
was going to do his manly level best to impregnate her. "Unnh, unnh,
unnh, unnnh, yeah, unnh, AHHHHH!" he said.
"Yes, yes, YES!" said Kate a couple seconds later. He could feel her
faint twitches.
He'd
relieved himself quickly. But now he wasn't in any hurry, so he let his
cock celebrate, safe within the hug of this hot, ever-welcoming pussy
he'd conquered.
"I wanna sleep with you," he said. "And whenever I feel like giving you
another fuck, I will."
"Sounds great!" said Kate.
He turned her over away from him and spooned against her back.
He
woke a couple hours later, aware of the sexy female form in front of
him. His cock hardened, he scooted down on the bed a bit and raised her
top leg.
She came awake as his cock nudged at her vaginal
opening, and adjusted herself briefly so he could slide up inside. And
he lay behind her for many minutes, pelvis against ass, fucking in and
out lazily. He wasn't sure whether he was going to come or just doze
off again when she reached behind him to caress his balls at the same
time she gave a squeeze with her pussy.
That put him in the mood! He pumped in and out with greater
concentration.
"You're a good cunt, Katy. Katy the Cunt."
She said softly, "Thank you. I try to be the very best cunt I can! Care
to give me another squirt?"
Then he came. "Mmmm!" he said, already drifting off, his cock still
inside the sweet, cooperative Katy cunt.
Late
the next afternoon, he decided he had to face his wife. He let himself
into the Residence and found her in the bedroom. Judging from his
subordinates' dutiful reports, she had been fucked at least nine times
since he left her bed the night before. As much as he'd gotten into her
in total for the three years leading up to the revolution.
"I... I can't believe..." she said. She was trying to control her
temper, but he could tell she wasn't doing such a great job.
"Hands and knees," he said.
After the briefest hesitation, she complied.
He
didn't even pull his pants down, instead just freeing his cock through
his fly. Yeah, there was the cunt where he'd planted his kids. And then
begged for entry ever since... Bitch! For once he could fuck her
without looking at that face with its never-ending complexity of
feelings, most of them negative. He fucked her hard and deep. He'd come
in Katy four times that night and morning, so it would naturally take
him a while.
He could feel the zipper pushing against Linda's
pussy lips as he stabbed in and out. Thinking it probably hurt her made
it feel better for him. After several minutes he forced himself to
orgasm -- and damn, it felt great! Jam, twitch, and dribble, then let
the genitals disengage. As soon as his release was upon him, anger
surged again.
"Oh, you tired old bitch," he said. "Move out by tonight!"
"But, I'm so sorry, I'll do anything you say!" pleaded his wife.
"Too
late for that. Maybe one of the junior guys will protect you, or --
I've got a better idea -- maybe you'd like to get fucked by 40 guys a
day who want to say they did the Acting President's ex-wife. Actually,
40 is low since you're one of a kind -- maybe 240 in your allotted two
hours, studs who can mount, unload and dismount in 30 seconds."
And
just before he turned, he felt a bit of satisfaction. All anger was
gone from her expression. She was just totally defeated and humiliated.
And he left her sitting on the bed, sniffling. Sperm from at least 7
guys duked it out in her pussy, he reflected. But in vain. No more
babies coming out of that old hag, even if 240 guys a day seeded her.