"Over the incremental course of decades and more, the so-called 'second sex' has been fighting tooth and nail to set foot in the esteemed institutions which us men take still for granted. Despite continuous struggle, there's undeniable proof of biases against female university students, whether found in male decans and their antiquited views that set obstacles where there's no need for them, or in fraternities whose seemingly intangible adherence to mass-perpetrated rape culture, weaponized and aimed at young women.

This, and more, indicates, nay, demands that every single male with even a hint of authority in this rotten system we have, must do his part in equating, emasculating and eradicating these exist injustices. Sadly, I myself am become too weak and weary in my old age to appear on campus, holding a sign on my chest that could easily be taken for a target in the eyes of misogynists. Being 48 truly makes one acknowledge their own fragile mortality. [this story is being written by someone in their mid twenties].

Thankfully, I have found an alternate which allows me to catalyze my intentions for the feminist cause and combine it with my duties in supporting the works of my aspirational students. Good old-fashioned coed coitus. Non interruptus.

Ever since one of my more promising, but heavily work-laden and financially struggling, girls, a light brown angel with dark curly hair and hazelnut eyes with the name of Sophie, has approached and timidly asked me if there was ANYTHING she could do to pass my class module called "Introduction to Ethics in Business and Engineering", it was as if an epiphany hit me. Without further ado, I grabbed the slender brunette by her barely legal, childbearing waist, and began fondling her anus like it was clay. Poor girl was flabbergasted at first, probably contemplating to sue me and the university for all our assets and settle down somewhere with the earnings of the punitive damages.

However, soon, my magic fingers must have gotten to work, and a grin commenced to creep onto her gorgeous oval face, and she asked in a sweet and nonchalant tone: "Professor....are you sure there's no other way? I mean....I have a boyfriend....and he's helping me....mhhg~....helping me pay off my tuition costs....although...."

"I'm afraid not, Miss Sophie.", I replied with sincere....somewhat sincere sweetness, seeking serenity. "But I can tell you this....once you've finished this new 'homework' I'm giving you and shown me your 'proof of work'....I can guarantee you will never have to worry about passing my classes again."

"Say less, old man, and gimme that knobby gnarled cock now!"

And so, we spent several consecutive afternoons exploring the various dilemmas resulting of our relationship by physically projecting them onto our sweaty genitals and bodies as they hit against my work desk on which the proud works of my unattractive students and a picture of my loyal wife were laid down.

Despite the hindrances of old age, my tongue flickered and nibbled and made this adult teen girl's mint-green painted nails shudder in excitement. Regardless of the inexperience of young age, Sophie's caramel lips managed to extract every atom of nectarous fiber still running through my dick. Truth be told, when I came on her pretty face for the first time, I felt almost dizzy. God, that girl should've become my mistress instead of a businesswoman!

Where was I? Oh yes: the liberation of women. Needless to say, my student and I enjoyed the fruits of her labor in many detailed sessions, utilizing many different positions. I still recall with fondness the day I took her anal virginity while she was calling her hardworking boyfriend and apologized to him for standing him up for their anniversary date. Hmm, the way her riding cheeks jiggled around my member and soft flesh of her small but cupable tits; I was almost tempted to call my wife Sally, a physics professor, and ask her how to calculate the aerodynamics of these apples. For I have taken a bite out of each often enough.

Of course, Miss Sophie wasn't the only female student of mine whose opportunities in a male-dominated field I've carefully and successfully managed to expand with due diligence 'n' due dick. But the others for another time.

Now, I hope to have made clear to you, dear reader, why it is IMPERATIVE that I shall not be judged, least of all questioned, for my admittedly unorthodox, yet self-evidently satisfying, way of handling struggling coeds. Morality aside----to quote various second-wave feminist leaders: "The personal is political." What, therefore, does a thing such as fidelity matter, compared to the sheer endless pit of inequality women still are forced into by patriarchal forces far beyond their control? Instead of asking what I am doing, don't you think you should ask rather yourself what YOU can do to combat the rising amount of male entitlement to female achievements in our modern society?

As a final addendum, let me tell you this: all the attractive women who ever studied under me, under my desk, between my legs, always passed with flying colors and went on to become prominent and powerful leaders. Sorry to tell you, chuds, but the future is indeed female!"

Side Note: Do you ladies and gentlemen think this would be a convincing read for me to send to my esteemed wife?