Chapter 3

Darla frowned and said, “Dad and I will chat about exactly what PS needs, and we’ll get back to you.”

I figured I was now going to get sacked and blown off.

Instead Doyle said, “Why don’t you come in on Monday and work with the lab crew. Aileen is going to quit because she got pregnant, and they need a lab assistant to replace her. That will let you get a better look at where you’d be spending your time and what you’d be doing.”

“Thank you, sir, I’ll do that,” I said.

I headed home and as I was walking past the insurance company, Connie came out of the office building. She was frowning like a cumulonimbus, and I knew someone had royally pissed her off.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her thoroughly and said, “Who do I need to beat up?”

Connie laughed and said, “No one. I quit, so it’s a non-issue. I just got tired of having to dodge around desks instead of working.”

“I’d definitely like to beat someone up now!” I said.

“Don’t bother. Besides, their security guys are armed and they are not like Barny Fife. I need you in good working order, mister. I’m going to GTE on Monday and apply for a bookkeeping job with the phone company collections department. I think it pays more, and because GTE is listed on the stock exchange, they have to follow Federal laws, so I doubt if there is any chasing around desks going on. From what I hear, all but the General Manager are women, so I should be fine,” Connie said.

I said, “I know you’ve had a tough day, but I need to tell you something about PS right away. It seems the boss’ daughter thinks I’m husband material and wants to trade marriage for a job. She didn’t put it in those words, but she wanted me to go out with her tonight and didn’t want me to call you. I said you are my fiancé so she’d know I’m serious about you. Babes, you know I love you and wouldn’t trade you for any job, right? Besides, I’m not cut out to be a man whore.”

“Can you love me as much if we never get married?” Connie asked.

I said, “Sure, but you know we get treated as married if we are together a certain amount of time. I just want you to know you are important to me and that there is no danger of me running off with the boss’ daughter.”

Connie laughed and said, “Maybe you should see how good she fucks before you decide.”

“Don’t even joke about that! No one could possibly make love as good as you do,” I said.

“Maybe I don’t do it good, I just do it often. I know you like that, but you’ve never screwed another girl, so how do you know if I’m good?” Connie said.

I grinned and said, “If it was any better, it would kill me. I’m completely happy with what we have. Are you trying to tell me you want to experiment with other people?”

Connie said, “Hell NO! I just want you to know that I belong to you, but you don’t necessarily belong to me. Like my pussy is yours forever, but since you kind of own me, your cock is yours.”

“I reject that argument. If your pussy is mine, my cock is definitely yours,” I said.

“Would you like to fuck her?” Connie asked.

“She’ll make someone a great Norwegian grandmother someday. To be crude about it, most guys would do her with a single bag, but I’ve made love to you, and I could never insult you by settling for anyone less than you,” I said.

“Plus, you could never respect yourself if you settled, could you?” Connie asked.

When we got home, I stripped Connie and had her put on a black leather skirt, garter belt, hose, and a black leather cami with half cups, so that Connie’s spectacular breasts were bare. Her tiny pink nipples were fully erect and pointing straight ahead like headlights. I suppose someday her D cup beauties will sag, but if they are properly supported most of the time, her naked breasts will stand out for quite some time, like the firm cones of a young girl.

I led Connie to her pillow beside my chair and had her kneel. I sat and petted her hair and told her I loved her. Connie asked if she could move. When I gave her permission, she opened my pants and took out my cock. I got hard at her first touch. She swallowed my whole rod and took the head down her throat without gagging. Connie swallowed repeatedly, massaging my cock with her throat muscles. She backed off to breathe, then repeated her deep throating of my cock.

Connie depended on me not to use her and then leave her unsatisfied. I resisted the urge to dump my load down her throat. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and took my clothes off. I sat in my chair and had Connie straggle my face. She lowered her dripping pussy to my lips and I ate her out until she had cum five times. Then I guided her down to sit on my dick. I filled her cunt with my cock and fucked the red-head to five more hard orgasms. When she whispered, “I love you, George.” I spunked her hungry little kitty. She squeezed and milked me until she had extracted every drop from my jerking cock.

I took Connie to our bedroom, undressed her, and took her to bed. I mounted her from behind and fucked her through ten strong orgasms. She begged me to turn her over and get on top of her. “Fuck me into the bed George. Really nail me. I need you to give me a good pounding.”

I slammed my dick into her drooling pussy and fucked Connie until her eyes rolled back in her head from orgasmic overload. I kept pounding my lover’s twat until I couldn’t resist her velvet vise anymore and spewed hot cream onto the opening of her womb.

I was worn out, so I wrapped myself around Connie’s naked body, pulled the sheet over us, and went to sleep. It was pretty normal for Connie to wake me up in the darkest part of the night by sucking my cock until it was hard. I’d wake up and generally opt to shove my aching dick in Connie’s tight little cunt and fuck her until she surrendered completely and confessed she was mine, and mine alone.

This early morning Connie begged me to put a bag over her head and fuck her. She told me if it didn’t matter whose body it was and I still got off, I should take Darla out and fuck her if that’s what she wanted, including marrying the boss’ daughter to advance my career. Connie said since she already belonged to me, the way a slave is owned, she would depend on me to keep her in some little house and visit her when I could spare the time and energy to fuck her.

“That’s total bullshit Connie. I love you too much to be able to do without making love to you three or four times every day and sleeping with you every night. I’ll just keep my eyes open, and maybe I could go to work for Pioneer or DeKalb and see if I could influence them to improve the nutritional value of their varieties,” I said.

“I would have flunked out by the end of first semester if you didn’t take charge George. It’s pretty obvious I can’t run my own life and depend on you to tell me what to do. That makes me a slave, doesn’t it?” Connie asked.

“Well, you are undisciplined, but not dumb. I enjoy you, and I don’t think of you as a slave. I don’t think about bossing you around or doing painful stuff to you. I think of you more as my partner who has an area that isn’t a strength, and that you depend on me to take care of you. In return, you take care of my being oversexed and needing an abnormal amount of fucking.

“It’s kind of like my mom not being able to deal with pressure. Mostly she puts the pressure on herself, but if mom feels pressured, she falls apart. Things like being the hostess for the extended family Christmas dinner are too much for her and she gets such a bad headache she’s immobilized. My dad is all calm and does what needs to be done to get the dinner ready to put on the table, then makes it look like mom did it all. I look at being in love as taking care of each other that way. Believe me, I get as much out of our relationship as you do. Having a steady date that I enjoy being with and getting all the sex I need make me able to be my best at work, in school, and with you. I’m not giving that up babes. I want you fucking my brains out for the rest of my life,” I replied.

Connie started crying. I held her until she calmed down. I ate her pussy until she came hard enough to make her mind go blank, then she went back to sleep. In the morning I fucked Connie until she came hard enough for her cunt spams to milk every drop of cum out of my throbbing dick and aching balls.

Connie sucked me clean and gave me a passionate kiss. “Thanks for taking care of me George. When we met, I thought I’d have to mother you a lot, but it turns out I picked the guy who is tough enough and has the integrity to take care of me and never take advantage,” She said.

“It’s my pleasure, sweetie. I get as much out of our deal as you do, and you put up with my thinking I’m smart. Plus, I never thought I’d have a sexy, beautiful girl like me enough to go to bed with me once, let alone multiple times every day,” I replied.

Monday, I went back to work at Poweshiek Seeds and started my new job as a lab assistant. We were doing viability trials to establish what percentage of a batch of seeds would germinate and live beyond the cotyledon stage, put down roots, and be good to grow. I had to put seeds on squares on a football field size mat, moisten everything, and keep the mat at a certain moisture level. After the food stored in the cotyledon was used up, I had to count the seeds that had roots and leaves and the number that withered before the first leaf came out. It might have been boring to a lot of people, but it was basic biology research and the methodology was familiar. I enjoyed myself. It was a lot less physical work than the de-tasseling or pollinating, but there was more brain work involved, and I found the mix of physical and intellectual activity very satisfying.

Darla didn’t come talk to me, but I could see her keeping an eye on me as she went about her work at the PS complex.

About two weeks later Darla took me out to lunch at a diner over on Broad Street. We sat at the counter and I thought maybe things were going to be OK, when Darla said, “I’m not pretty, but I’m smart enough to be good company George. Because I’m plain, I’m still a virgin, but I think if I was married to a man who treated me even a little bit romantically, I’d want to do things in bed with him as much as he wanted. Hardly any men look at me like they want to take me to bed, and I wish a man would look at me like he wanted to ravish me, like in the romance novels. I’d wear really sexy, naughty lingerie at home, and do my very best to make sure my man always felt taken care of and drained dry. I’ll inherit the company and the money from dad’s patents. Dad would be so glad of a man he could trust in company management, he would be really generous. Maybe we could build a house out at Rock Creek Lake and you could have a fishing boat. But I’m not some dumb woman, and we could talk about the company and how to grow and be profitable. We’d have stuff in common and I don’t think it would be boring.

“I guess I need to get past feeling embarrassed and just say that hardly any men have ever made me feel anything, and I never could stand the idea of having a man touch me or wanted to touch him. Don’t tell anybody I said this, but only my dad ever made me feel wet and gooey. Of course, he never would, so I couldn’t possibly suggest it to him. Then I started seeing you working and I got those feelings girls talk about getting. So, I’m lonely, I think I’m a sexy woman inside, and I want a chance to be one in real life. I was hoping you were more of a logical, thinking kind of guy, and not a romantic, so you could see the advantages of being with a girl who knows you are out of her league,” Darla said.

“Darla, I’m really flattered, but like I tried to tell you the other day, I feel like my fiancé and I are so close that it’s like we are already married. We live together, and we have been making love together for a year. We know each other’s bodies and needs, and we are already committed to each other for the rest of our lives.

“You shouldn’t talk yourself down. I think you just haven’t met the right person for you yet. I was wondering if you ever thought about how it would feel to have a girl want you, instead of a guy. I know a professor I think would really like you. Don’t think I’m being disrespectful for saying this. She’s really good looking, and she is very strong. We were out setting anchors for sailboat buoys and she’s stronger than I am. I’m not saying that no man would want you. I’m just suggesting that maybe there are other people who would appreciate you and see you as the sexy woman you’d like to be,” I said.

Darla frowned and said, “I hear what you are saying. I’m afraid I couldn’t get satisfied by someone who doesn’t have a dick.”

“Well, in that case, maybe you need to give your dad a chance to tell you how he feels instead of trying to read his mind. He might surprise you. If you put it to him that he gets you going and he’ll never wonder if you love him or are a gold digger,” I said.

We left the diner on good terms and went back to work. I don’t know what Darla decided to do, but she never mentioned going out with me again.

Connie and I graduated with BA degrees and Biology majors. At Poweshiek Seeds, the head of Research Support retired. I was promoted to be in charge of all the R&D facilities and support personnel. After a year, Doyle gave me a paid sabbatical to get my doctorate in Plant Genetics.

Connie and I got a little apartment on the edge of the Iowa State University campus in Ames. I launched myself into classes that would give me the background to design an experimental program to provide the data for a dissertation. Connie enrolled in some classes that interested her. She was struggling to find her place in life. Kneeling by my chair helped her control her panic feelings, but we both knew she needed more than being a housewife, no matter how badly she needed sex and loved getting her hormones calmed by long sessions of intense copulation. Connie was a lot like me, and didn’t have a “calling,” so she took a lot of different Science and Technology related courses to help her understand what was available and what she might love doing.