The story so far:
It is 2050, and Alison and her friends Claire and Eva are students at the Royal Academy of Fucking in London. But Alison's faith in the "Enlightenment" has been shaken by recent events, notably the self-exile (for love, which is proscribed by law) of students Anna and Andy, and by the fact that Eva's brother Rob has also self-exiled himself out of love for Alison.
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Claire was delighted to see Alison back at the Academy, and gave her a long sloppy tongue-suck the moment she reappeared in the Money Lab. That she appeared hand-in-hand with Eva was a shock, and elicited a twinge of jealousy at first -- but Alison deflected it with another of her mother's unassailable moral aphorisms: "The fruits of fucking are joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, gentleness..."
"Oh shut up, Al. Here, join us, Eva." And so the three girls -- blonde Claire, brunette Alison, and afro Eva -- stood face-to-face in a triangle sharing tongues, licking, sucking, tongue-fucking each other's mouths till their spit dribbled down their chins and their laughter filled the hall. "This is how true fuckers reconcile!" Claire enthused.
That was at least partly true. Bradley remained hovering in the background, unsure about how he might or might not fit into the newly-redrawn classroom alliances. And Chad looked, frankly, furious.
Some of these tensions began to iron themselves out during the course of their first
Introduction to Blowjobs
sessions. Eva was paired with Bradley and gave him, as far as Alison could tell, one of the greatest blowjobs in the history of mankind; there was not a mention of "dinky dicks", and by the end, any reservations Bradley may have had about Eva disappeared in a stupendously-crafted cumshot which splattered the smooth dark skin of her nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Chad continued to glower menacingly at Eva and her new set of fuck-friends, but at least was kept far away from them by Cunts, who paired him up with Harriet for a very impressive smoky blowjob.
Cunts seemed pleased -- "happier than I've seen her in a long time," whispered Claire to Alison, "maybe 'coz she's relieved you and Eva are at peace."
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At lunchtime Eva, Alison and Claire made their way together to the RAF dining hall, keen to catch up with each other's news -- and to exchange notes on Anna and Andy's disappearance. At least, Alison and Claire were keen to gossip; Eva listened cautiously from the sidelines. "Who'd've thought it?" exclaimed Alison in hushed but scandalised tones, as they all sat down together at a small round table with their lunch trays. "I thought Anna was such a sensible, reliable fucker. How come she got taken in by all this 'love' shit?" As she spoke, a couple sitting at a booth across the aisle from them were consuming their desserts. The young lady was topless, her black hair tied back out of the way of her large natural breasts.
"That explains why Cunts has been in such a bad mood," opined Claire. "It's, like, a total betrayal of the Enlightenment. And from such experts as Anna and Andy! How on earth?" In the booth across the aisle the young man had put a blob of whipped cream on each of the woman's tits, and was balancing a raspberry on each creamy nipple. She giggled with delight.
"Stupid, selfish, self-deluded idiots!" Alison spat out. "And all it has achieved is that they've had to flee the Union. Where are they going to go? Fucking India, or Africa?! Who'd want to go there and live with all those fat, ugly..." Alison stopped, as she caught sight of Eva's face, which was now drawn, her lips tightly shut, a fixed frown shadowing her eyes as she stared into the middle-distance. In the booth across the aisle, the man was eating raspberries off the woman's nipples, noisily slurping whipped cream as he did so.
"Oh..." Alison paused. "I'm so sorry, Eva, I'm being really rude, aren't I?"
"Yes. But hey, I'm used to it," sighed Eva quietly. "No, I don't mean just from you, Al. I get it all the time in this country. But
I
don't think Andy and Anna -- or my brother, for that matter -- are so stupid or deluded as you think. They just think differently from you..." The couple in the booth had now moved on from tit-sucking: the man had got his cock out, and was sliding it up and down between the woman's cream-coated breasts.
"Different from
everyone
, duh!" replied Alison. "Everyone in the whole Union!"
"Yeah," admitted Eva, "but only because
the Union
has managed to expel or cull anyone who believes differently. The Outside World is still full of people who believe in
Love
."
At the sound of the word "love", the food-fucking couple over the aisle paused in shock but, presumably thinking they must have mis-heard, resumed their fucking, this time pouring a generous dribble of chocolate sauce over the man's cock, before he slid it into the woman's slit. "Oh yeah, Johnny, choco-fuck my pussy, baby," the woman muttered, "I love feeling that warm sauce all the way up my cunt."
Under normal circumstances, Alison would have stopped to watch the rather fine food-fuck unfolding at the next table -- but this conversation with Eva was getting too close to home. "And that gives your brother the right to declare love to me?!" she replied, her voice rising. Other heads in the vicinity were now turning -- though not the food-fuck couple, who were too involved in their own fetishistic pleasure to notice any more. Johnny was continuing to fuck the woman's cunt, pouring copious quantities of warm chocolate sauce over his cock as he did so -- whilst smearing cream and soft fruits on her tits and gobbling them off ravenously.
"We weren't talking about my brother!" replied Eva to Alison's taunt. "We were talking about Andy and Anna -- and I was saying, don't be so insulting to them just because they have rejected your worldview. They have the right to do so!"
Johnny picked up a large cream sponge cake from his tray, held it out, and said, "Ready, Danica?" His partner looked up into his face, eyes gleaming with anticipation, and nodded. A second later, she was spluttering through a faceful of sponge and cream, "Oh yeah, Johnny, fucking wuin my pwetty face with that cweam cake. You gonna wam your fucking cock into this cake-face of mine?" Johnny needed no further encouragement, pulling his cream- and fruit-streaked dick from her chocolate-covered cunt, standing up on the banquette, and plunging it into the middle of her cake-plastered face. He must have aimed well, because his cock disappeared right down to the balls, as an obscene gagging noise emerged from Danica's gullet.
Alison was determined not to be distracted, and continued to remonstrate with Eva. "Okay, Andy and Anna have every right to think what the fuck they like -- and, as long as they keep their 'love' to themselves, that's fine by me. But it's ideas like 'love' which take the decent, free-fucking youth of our society and turn them into perverts. I mean, where did your brother get the idea he 'loved' me? And what good did it do anyone? And if you think that Anna and Andy are going to find any happiness going off to live in the Outside World to find 'love' -- well, you wait! It'll be okay for Andy: he can go around fucking all the ass he wants. But in a couple of years' time Anna will come back, divorced, haggard, poverty-stricken, carrying five unwanted babies. And that's even if she survives childbirth. (I mean, the thought of it, giving birth to a baby out of your cunt -- Jesus!)" Johnny was now face-fucking his partner with aplomb, as sponge, fruit, cream, chocolate and spit continued to explode from her face and mouth, making a gloopy mess down her chin and onto her tits.
But Eva was not going to let Alison's criticism pass. She leaned forward, fingers pressed hard against the table-top. "You don't get it, do you, Alison? It's easy for you white people to condemn Undesirables, or the World Outside:
you're
