Darwin's Theory

1.

Masha and Dasha were supposed to meet at the cafe, as usual after classes, to gossip and chat about clothes. Dasha was already there, had ordered herself a smoothie, and was waiting for Masha.

Finally, she appeared, and by her face, Dasha guessed—something had happened. Masha was beside herself with anger. She walked up to the table where Dasha was sitting, threw her backpack on a chair, tossed her smartphone on the table, and sitting down on a free chair, crossing her arms over her chest, staring into space, she said:

— Well, bitch, I'll show you!

Dasha understood that someone had dared to upset Masha. She urgently needed to sympathize with her friend.

— Oh my God, what happened? You look

awful, — she hurried to ask her friend.

— That creature will pay for everything, — Masha hissed angrily through her teeth.

— Okay, let's order you something, you calm down, and tell me everything in order.

Dasha called the waiter—a tall young guy—and, batting her eyelashes theatrically, placed the order.

— And make it quick, sweetie, or my friend here is about to faint, — she called after the young man and added more quietly, — I'd love to grab his ass.

Masha still sat there sulking.

— Okay, so, what's going on with you? — Dasha looked straight at Masha.

— That redheaded bitch humiliated me in front of everyone today, — Masha said, staring ahead.

— Who? — Dasha asked impatiently.

— Polina, — Masha answered shortly.

— That Polina who's the class monitor? — and Dasha made glasses with her fingers, looking questioningly at Masha.

— Yes, that four-eyed stupid bitch, — she answered angrily.

— Has she lost her damn mind? — Dasha commented without getting into details.

And she had the right to say that, because Masha and Dasha were the stars of the college, and Polina was just a nerdy girl with glasses. No one dared to offend Masha and Dasha. They were allowed everything—they dated the best guys, their admirers who were top students did their homework and wrote their tests for them, and the rest just jerked off to them. Even the young teachers gave them good grades automatically.

And girls like Polina were just gray mice—no one noticed them, and they dated similar nerds.

— Anyway, — Masha began to tell when the cocktail was brought and she had calmed down a bit, — today we had to take a biology test, and I came as usual hoping that Roma would write the test for me, but he, as luck would have it, got sick today and didn't come. When they handed out the tickets, I said to that redhead, she was sitting right next to me: 'Write it for me, and I'll write a comment in your story, like you're cool and all.' And you know what that creature says?

— What? — Dasha asked, making her eyes round.

— No, like—'You should have studied the material, like everyone else.'

— Holy shit, — Dasha said, — what does she think she's doing?

— And I look at her like that and ask: 'Are you going to tell me what to do?' And she pops her little eyes out and says: 'Get used to adult life.' And I can't take it anymore: 'Are you confused? Watch your broom.' Well, then the teacher, Sergey Alexandrovich, comes up to us, looks at me, sees I'm not doing anything, and says: 'Alright, Masha, just answer one question for me and you can go: who is the author of Darwin's theory.' I sit there, shrug, and say: 'I don't know.' And that redheaded creature sits there and laughs, can you believe it?

— That's just total trash, — Dasha stared wide-eyed.

— Well, Sergey Alexandrovich whispers in my ear: 'Alright, Masha, go—you'll come retake it later.' I left and came straight to you.

— Damn, Masha—that's really messed up, — her friend empathized, — what are you going to do?

— I'll just give Sergey Alexandrovich a blowjob, no big deal.

— That's obvious, — Dasha smiled, — you think I'm sitting here and not at the test?

And Dasha made a motion with her fingers as if choosing lipstick. — I mean, what are you going to do with that fool?

— I won't let this slide, — Masha said angrily—she'll fucking cry bitter tears.

— And I can even give you a hint about something, — Dasha said with a sly smile.

— What? — Masha looked at her with interest.

— Do you know who that four-eyed girl is dating now?

— Who?

— Max.

— Handsome Max? — surprise showed on Masha's face, — why would he do that?

— Because she's writing his thesis for him. And he fucks her for it.

— I think I get it, you're suggesting I steal him from her?

— Exactly, it'll be a piece of cake for you, and she'll be tearing her hair out. I've seen how she looks at him—she's head over heels. Thinks he loves her. And he'll dump her anyway once she finishes writing his thesis. But let her think you stole him from her.

— So that's why she's acting like this, — Masha said thoughtfully. — Thinks she's got herself a handsome guy and now she can do anything? Alright, I'll show her.

2.

Polina began to notice that Max was getting ruder every day. After she finished his thesis, he changed sharply—stopped saying sweet things to her, was constantly texting someone, became rough in sex, and mostly she just gave him blowjobs.

Her friend Svetka told her he would dump her as soon as she wrote his thesis, but she didn't believe it. She still didn't believe it—thought it would pass and that he loved her and wasn't dating her just because of the thesis.

They were sitting at his place in the evening. He was playing on the console and paid no attention to her. Polina sat next to him on the couch, leaning against him, waiting for him to finish playing. She didn't know what to do to get his attention.

— Max, do you want me to get you something to eat?

Max was silent, engrossed in the game. After about ten seconds, he finally answered:

— Yeah, make something—I'm fucking hungry.

Polina went to the kitchen. About five minutes later, she brought a plate of pizza and a cola, but when she tried to put it on the coffee table, she accidentally dropped the can, and the cola spilled right onto Max's pants.

— Fuck, — Max jumped up, threw the controller on the table, and started shaking off his pants.

— Max, I'm sorry—it was an accident.

— Why are you so fucking clumsy? — Max swore, — I even lost the game because of you.

— Max, sorry—let me wash them.

Max, furious, took off his pants and threw them on the floor:

— Here, go wash them now—they were my favorite pants, damn it.

Polina took the pants and ran to the bathroom. When she returned, Max had already put on other pants and was on his phone. He didn't even glance at her. Polina came over and sat next to him,

— I'm sorry, Max, — she said in a guilty voice and touched his hand. Max was silent, typing something on his phone.

— Who are you texting? — Polina asked. She felt he was messing around with someone behind her back. Max didn't answer, continuing to type. Polina couldn't take it:

— Max, let's talk seriously.

— What now? — Max lowered his hand with the phone and looked at her impatiently.

— Tell me the truth—are you dating me because of the thesis?

— Are you stupid? — Max asked, grimacing.

— Why are you talking to me like that? — she asked in a pitiful voice, — you weren't like this before.

— Stop making scenes, — Max said sharply, — don't you have anything better to do?

— Why do you act like I'm nothing? — it burst out of her, and tears of hurt welled up in her eyes.

— Fuck, don't start, okay, I don't need this shit.

— You don't even notice me, — Polina broke down and started crying, — I do everything for you, bring you food, clean your apartment, give you blowjobs whenever you want, and get nothing in return.

Tears streamed down Polina's face, and she started sniffling. She took off her glasses and wiped her tears. All this was pissing Max off.

— Okay, you know what, enough of these hysterics—why don't you just go home?

— No, please—I'm sorry. I won't do it again, — Polina was afraid he would kick her out now.

— I'm fucking in no mood anymore, — Max picked up his phone, — you better go home.

Polina imagined that if she left on this note, he would simply dump her, and decided she would fight for her love to the end.

— Max, I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please don't send me away.

Max looked at his phone with a bored expression and was silent.

— What can I do for you to forgive me? I'll do anything you ask.

She looked at him with the loving, devoted eyes of a dog. After a few seconds, without looking at her, Max said:

— Anything? Well then, get on your knees and ask for forgiveness.

Polina thought for a second, then got up from the couch, walked to the middle of the room, and kneeling before Max, got down on her knees.

— Please forgive me, — she said humbly.

Max continued looking at something on his phone. A second later, he said:

— Not like that—strip naked.

Polina slowly stood up, took off her dress, then her bra, then her panties, and knelt down again.

— Forgive me, — she said again.

Only now did Max turn his head towards her and looked at her thin body, small breasts, and smoothly shaved pubic area.

Max stood up and walked over to her.

— Say—forgive me, you stupid fool.

— Forgive me—you stupid fool, — Polina was ready to endure any humiliation for her beloved.

— Say—forgive me, you cocksucker.

Polina, looking straight into Max's eyes, repeated with feeling:

— Forgive me, you cocksucker.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he slapped her.

— And now, do you love me?

Tears streamed from Polina's eyes from surprise and hurt. But she decided to endure.

— Yes, I love you, — she answered through tears.

Max grabbed her hair with one hand, squeezed it tightly, and with his free hand slapped her again. Tears streamed uncontrollably from Polina's eyes.

— And like this, do you love me, you bitch?

— Yes, I love you, — she answered, sobbing.

— Open your mouth, — Max ordered. Polina slightly opened her mouth.

— Wider, bitch.

Polina opened her mouth wide, and Max spat right into it.

— Say—I love you, Max.

— I love you, Max.

— Take off my pants and take out my dick.

Polina pulled down his pants, then his underwear, and took his already erect penis in her hand.

— Suck it, bitch, — he ordered, and Polina took the penis in her mouth and started sucking.

— Hands at your sides, — she heard the next order and lowered her hands. Max grabbed her head and started thrusting deep into her mouth. Polina made throat-fucking sounds. From time to time, he gave her a hard slap.

— And like this, do you love it? — he asked roughly and shoved his large penis right down her throat.

— Mm-mm-mm — Polina moaned something.

Finally, he pulled out his penis, leaned over, and spat a couple of times right in her face. Then he sat on the couch and lifted his legs.

— Lick my ass, — Max ordered.

Polina immediately leaned over and started working with her tongue. Max grabbed her hair and pressed her against him with all his might. Polina worked tirelessly, moaning at the same time.

After about ten minutes, he lifted her by the hair and shoved his balls into her mouth. Polina tried to breathe through her nose, sniffling. After pulling out his balls, he put his penis in her mouth and immediately pushed it down her throat. Then he threw his legs over her and pressed her tightly against him. Polina blew bubbles through her nose, trying to breathe. Max pinched her nose. After a few seconds, Polina started suffocating and tried to break free, but Max held her. As she ran out of air, she started moaning dully:

— Mm-mm-mm…

But Max didn't let her go. Finally, Polina started hitting the couch with her hands, and only then did he release her, and Polina, getting up, tried to catch her breath. Her face was flushed, mascara ran from her lashes, and there were black smudges around her eyes. Lipstick was also smeared across her face. Snot and saliva formed under her nose.

Max stood up, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to the kitchen. There, on the tiled floor, he put her on her knees and started actively fucking her mouth. Polina kept her hands at her sides. After a minute, he came on her face. He aimed more for her eyes and nose. Her exhausted face was covered in white cum.

— Open your mouth wide, — he ordered.

Polina couldn't open her eyes—the cum stung badly. And standing with her mouth open, she felt warm liquid in her mouth. He was pissing right into her mouth, and she obediently swallowed the urine. Then he pissed on her face, on her breasts, and on her hair.

When Max finished, she heard:

— Wipe everything up.

Max