Chapter 2

We went back to making out. Connie said, “I know that you know about the clitoris because of you and Janis dry humping. You need to know that every girl is different, and what worked for your last girlfriend probably won’t work for me. My clit is really, really sensitive, and you can’t just start rubbing on it. That’s why I left my panties on. It seems to work best if you tease me through my panties and make me cum a few times before you touch my bare skin. Then, you need to touch around the edges and make me beg you to touch my clit before you drag the tip of your finger over my bump just as light as you can. After I cum a few more times, I’ll tell you to start doing it harder. The other thing you probably don’t know is that a girl’s pussy gets wet so there is less friction when a guy puts his penis inside and so a girl doesn’t get sore when he is thrusting in and out of her vagina. You can dip your finger inside my slit and get it wet from my lubricating juice so it slips over my clit nice and smoothly. Once my clit is ready to touch, you can give me four or five orgasms before you start trying to finger me. If you do it right, you can make me cum with your fingers and get me really hot. Wait until I beg you to fuck me before you try to penetrate my cunny with your cock, because I’m very, very tight, so unless I’m sopping wet, it will hurt. If you take your time and make me beg for it, things will go great and we will both be happy.”

I started experimenting with how to touch Connie. I remembered a scene from a James Bond novel and I drew the back of my hand across Connie’s tummy so the finger nails brushed over her skin.

Connie gasped, then gave me a big smile.

I kissed Connie’s breast and sucked on her nipples, then I kissed down her flat tummy. I swirled my tongue around her belly button and Connie giggled. I kissed down to the waist of her black panties and kissed all along the top of the narrow elastic waist band. I pressed my lips firmly against the lace panel on the front of her panties. I felt the heat of her body through the silky fabric and the lace. I kissed down to the gusset and her heady natural female perfume shorted out my brain completely. I kissed along the elastic leg openings, teasing the tender skin of her inner thighs with my tongue.

I remembered Connie’s directions, but my rutting instinct overrode her advice and I pressed my lips hard against the gusset of her panties. The gusset was more than damp. Connie’s female lubrication had soaked all the way through the terry cloth liner and the silk panty crotch. I hooked the gusset out of the way with one finger and kissed Connie’s naked pussy lips.

I kept my kisses on the outside of her labia. The red fur covering her mons was probably the most exciting sight I’d ever seen. Her female arousal scent was intoxicating. I paid attention to Connie’s responses to my unexpectedly aggressive behavior. If I thought she was about to go into sensory overload, I kissed down her left inner thigh, to her knee, teased her by kissing behind her knee joint, then moving to her right knee, kissing up her inner thigh, and covering her labia with hot kisses.

Connie gasped, “That will work too, Georgie.”

She stripped off her panties and kicked them away. I got between her thighs and spread them wide. I let my nose follow her sex perfume to its source inside her slit. I gently spread her pussy lips and kissed the wet, crimson inner surfaces of her labia. I started running the tip of my tongue up and down her gash. I tried to find ways to stimulate her clitoris without directly touching her sex pearl with my tongue. Her hips squirmed, her fingers tangled in my hair, and she pulled my mouth hard against her drooling pussy.

“Stop teasing me and lick me. Lick my clit now!” Connie demanded in a husky voice.

Her tone was so full of need and torment that I couldn’t keep teasing her, so I began lightly touching her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I started experimenting with different kinds of licks, but I made sure there was always contact between my tongue and her button in every lick.

I finally settled on licking her clit directly with fast, short licks. My tongue flicked over her pleasure bud coming up under it, dragging across the head, and then reversing direction and licking down the shaft of her engorged clitoris, down across the head, and then trying to drive the tip of my tongue as deeply into her vagina as possible. I tried to do that as fast as I could, and keep it up for as long as I could.

Connie’s body shuddered. Her muscular thighs squeezed together so tightly, I thought she was trying to crush my skull like a walnut in a nutcracker. Her hips rose up off the bed and her back muscles arched. My head was lifted above the couch, but I sucked her little scarlet nubbin into my mouth and gently nursed on it like I would on one of her tiny, pink nipples. That allowed me to keep contact with her magic bean and keep stimulating it.

Connie cried out, “What are you doing to me?”

Then she came. She came hard, and I loved knowing I had made her body climax.

Connie’s athletic butt slowly drifted back down to the couch. She pulled me up and we kissed. The red-head looked into my eyes and said, “You surprised me. I’m glad you took control. It’s exhausting having to do all the thinking all of the time. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Sometime when we’ve done it several times and you need a little recovery break, I’d like to see what happens if you keep licking me after my first orgasm.

“I guess it’s your turn now. I may have given you the idea that I’m more experienced than I am, so let me just say that I’ve never had a man inside me before, so I’ll probably be tight. I guess this is where the Princess says, ‘Please be gentle with me.’ And the Beast says, ‘Princess, you know you are here because you thought a careful and considerate Prince would be boring, so just relax and let the Beast screw your Royal pussy until you walk funny tomorrow.’

I put my weight on my elbows and knees. My hard prick was hanging down, a drop of pre-cum about to drip from the opening. Connie reached between us and rolled the condom over my throbbing penis, then rubbed the head of my dick up and down her saturated slit getting her slippery juice all over the cock head. I felt her push the head into her opening. Her hips bucked up, mine responded and bucked down, and suddenly my whole shaft was embedded in Connie’s tight pussy.

I had briefly worried that Connie might feel pain when her hymen tore and change her mind about having sex today. There was no pain reaction from Connie. When I was balls deep in her pussy, she grabbed my ass cheeks and guided my thrusting motion.

Connie looked up at me, her eyes glowing, and she whispered, “This is even better than I imagined, George.”

We fucked on the couch. Connie came one more time and then I couldn’t hold back the tide another second. I filled the condom with a day’s worth of semen, but to me it felt like years of frustration were swallowed up by Connie’s tight kitty.

Connie wrapped her hot body around mine. We were both panting from the exertion of our first time. Connie was grinning at me and she whispered, “There is more to you than meets the eye, George. You are very much my Superman, but I am smart enough to know Clark Kent is the real catch. I know I do that whole ‘liberated woman’ thing, but I loved having you want me so much you went out of control and your real Alpha Male Self came out. I loved having you take charge and let me know you were making me yours. So, you may project that Clark Kent image to the world, but don’t you dare ever be mild mannered with me when you love me. Above all, NEVER, EVER think not fucking my brains out is being considerate of my feelings. If you love me, Georgie, you will nail me to the bed EVERY time you are hard enough to get your cock inside me.”

I laughed and said, “You made me understand something I hadn’t figured out. There’s a big difference between being the man your woman needs and the macho image of the lord and master bossing the little lady around. I never realized what a girl really means when she tells a guy to be her man. I’ll be a lot better date for you than I would have been before we gave ourselves to each other, Connie.”

Connie laughed and said, “I knew you got it babe when you didn’t follow my little script to the letter. You cared enough to give me what I needed, but you also knew enough to take what you needed from me because you could tell I really was giving my whole self to you. It’s not about keeping score or counting every time you help with housework, it’s that you gave me everything you had to make me satisfied, but as my man, not a little boy, following orders. You made me so proud and respect you so much when you showed me the real man under your ‘mild mannered’ façade. I swear Geo, it made me cum a hundred times harder to realize who you really are and what I had gotten myself into.”

“Did you figure out you’d gotten yourself into it for life, babes?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. That was good for a 10 to the 100^th power multiplier. I really did have sky rockets going off in my brain, Georgie,” Connie said.

I realized I was hard already, but Connie’s soft hands were already stroking my cock, getting me to the steel hardness needed to penetrate her tiny pussy. As I held her in my arms I realized she really was smaller and lighter than she looked. I also realized that most of what I thought I knew about attraction and choosing a good mate were bullshit. Connie and I were in lust and that was all we needed for true love to grow between us.

We fucked again and this time we both realized that we only had one way of having sex, full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes. By the end of Freshman week, Connie and I were a couple. It was like we had been married for years and we were already devoted to each other. We went to the dances and mixers and made everyone else jealous when we couldn’t hide that we were in love from the way we looked at each other.

When classes started, I discovered that Connie was very smart, but undisciplined. She would go off and do some bullshit sports activity when she needed to spend the time studying. I understood the self-preservation strategy Connie had employed by proposing a “FWB” partnership based on our mutual need for lots of sex. I was her man, and I wasn’t going to let her blow-off college. We both got fucked all we could physically manage, but I took charge of Connie and made sure she was doing her course work.

Connie needed symbols, and she was very graceful about getting me to give her what she needed. I had always thought I found a naked girl more arousing than one wearing lingerie and could never understand the appeal of garter belts and stockings. Connie opened my eyes to some of the other possibilities that taking charge of her could imply.

One Friday afternoon I got home from class to find Connie dressed in a stereotypical girl’s boarding school uniform. She was standing up, shifting her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. She whispered, “Sir, I’ve been a naughty girl, and I deserve to be punished.”

I had been reading some fiction about female fantasies and her schoolgirl uniform gave me a clue as to what Connie needed, but I wanted to make her articulate her needs clearly so I could focus in on what she needed and not waste time searching for the center of her emotional bullseye.

I took a chance and said, “When you are properly respectful to me, I infer you have not been appropriately deferential to another authority figure and that there is a schoolmaster thinking your father has not raised you properly. Describe what you’ve done, and don’t leave out a single detail.”

Connie was staring at her patent leather shoes as if she were going to burn the shiny surface with some kind of x-ray vision.

I moved behind her and bent her over the back of the couch. I lifted up the hem of her tartan skirt and was treated to the sight of her bare bottom framed by a red garter belt with black lace trim holding up nude color nylon stockings with back seams. These were the very most expensive stockings available and the threads were so fine they produced a silky texture and aside from the seam and the shimmer when the light hit them, they were almost invisible. The second I lifted the hem of her skirt the scent of Connie’s wet, over-heated pussy assailed my nostrils and her pheromone laced female-in-heat scent hijacked my brain. I knew Connie needed to get fucked, and that she needed it in a special way we hadn’t explored yet. I knew she was going to get her wish, but I fought hard to maintain control and make her know in her belly she had been taken and fucked within an inch of her life.

I simply said, “Well?”

Connie sobbed, “I’m sorry daddy. I’ve been very bad. I know the pussy between my legs belongs to you, but Doctor Spencer is almost as handsome as you are. I was bored with his lesson on Economics and I asked to be excused to use the rest room. I went to the toilet, peed, washed myself off with the bidet, and then masturbated until I had an orgasm. Apparently one finger induced orgasm was not enough to calm my raging hormones. I didn’t put my panties back on, stuffing them in my bag, and I returned to the lecture. I then positioned my legs so my knees were apart and adjusted my kilt so the professor could see under my skirt. He felt that I disrespected him by showing him my wet, bright scarlet gash. He said it was cruel to display something he couldn’t have. I was cheeky and told him that I wasn’t using it at the moment and he should feel free to avail himself of any of my orifices he desired to use. I was sent to the Head’s office and he called for our car to pick me up post haste and deposit me in your office, forthwith. So here I am, father, with a fragrant, wet pussy that is burning with need and an aching, empty feeling, carrying the Headmaster’s demand that you punish me for my disgraceful behavior and for the wasting of the time of his staff and other students.”

I said, “I see.”

Then I gave Connie an open-handed spanking on her bare bottom. I had never done this before, but I tried to duplicate what our father did to discipline my sister. I realized I was enjoying this much too much when Connie’s fair skin clearly displayed flaming red hand prints and my dick got even harder.

I could smell Connie’s aroused female scent intensify. I reached down with the hand I’d been spanking her and cupped it tightly against her swollen cunt lips. Connie moaned, and I felt much more girl juice there than was usual. That was remarkable because Connie’s pussy got extremely wet and always allowed energetic copulation with no supplemental lubrication.