The Key To Feminine Contentment

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Lower Education

I’ve been robbed, and on my first ever one night stand. Only what was taken from me was far more than merely money.

It’s my first weekend at college, and boy, did I just receive an education. Lesson number one: never trust a woman. Lesson number two: don’t think you know a damn thing about s*x no matter how many high school hook-ups you’ve had.

So there I was on Friday night, dropping in on a succession of off-campus parties and hoping to meet a few chicks. I was eight hundred miles from home in a brand new city; a good looking young guy (just turned eighteen in fact) who’d been a bit of a stud in high school. Yet I wasn’t a dog or anything. I had my principles. I’d slept with six different girls yes, but never on a first date. Now that I was in college though I thought I might abandon my scruples. And the fourth party I dropped in on had real possibilities. There were far more girls than guys for one thing, and there wasn’t a bad-looking one in the place. Admission was free and so was the beer, and most everyone seemed eager to make me feel welcome. There was none of that snobby dismissal of freshman I’d encountered on my previous stops. Better yet, one remarkably hot girl in particular (pretty face, long legs and great t**s) actually seemed taken with me.

She introduced herself as Caitlin (gee, I never heard that name before), and said she was a senior majoring in ‘feminist issues’. She spent nearly twenty minutes talking with me about the college, giving me helpful pointers and recommending the most lenient bars and interesting professors and so forth. Then she excused herself, offering to get us a couple more beers. But when she returned rather than sit back down on the couch she leaned over to speak up close – giving me a spectacular view down her blouse in the process. Her silky, honey-colored hair tickled my cheek, her lips brushed my ear and I got a heady whiff of some classy perfume. All these things stirred my blood, but nothing on the order of her words.

“Listen, Terry, I’m tired of shouting over the music. Why don’t we take this party upstairs? You’re the most delicious young prospect here, and I’d like to teach you a thing or two about college-girl sex.”

Holy s**t! I thought, bouncing eagerly to my feet. Returning Caitlin’s sly smile I accepted the beer she offered me and then her hand, as she drew me through the crowd and up a couple steep flights of stairs. It was considerably quieter on the third floor, and Caitlin remarked on this as she opened a door and led me into a classic college-girl bedroom: unmade single bed, a big red bean-bag chair in one corner, books and clothes strewn casually about, a computer humming quietly on the cluttered desk and posters of Van Gogh landscapes tacked to the walls.

“Ah, so much better – peace and privacy at last! Have a seat, Terry, while I put on some music a bit more tasteful than that cacophony downstairs.”

Well, it seemed my choices were the bed, the desk chair or the bean bag. I compromised on the last, taking a deep swig of my beer (my head was buzzing already, but I needed something to quell my nervousness) and then set the cup on the floor beside me. Over at the stereo Caitlin put on a mellow old Cat Stevens CD, then lit some incense and a number of candles before dousing the room lights and moving to join me.

“Scoot over there, teenager – plenty of room for two.”

I couldn’t believe it. Yet the next thing I knew we were scrunched up together, our arms wrapped about each other and passionately making out.

This girl didn’t waste any time, a fact further proved when she popped a few buttons and slipped a hand inside my shirt. Slowly she pinched and pulled and twisted my n*****s, which I found wildly arousing despite the sharp pain. Then she actually began groping and squeezing my bulging crotch through my jeans. All this within five minutes of our first kiss!

Naturally I responded by exploring under her own loose blouse. Finding one of her unfettered breasts I fondled it lovingly, worrying the stiff n****e with my thumb even as I cupped and hefted its delightfully heavy palm-filling weight – easily more tit than I’d ever held before. Soon enough then this shockingly forward older girl made a couple suggestions (in retrospect they were more like orders) that I couldn’t begin to resist – the first two of three in fact, the last of these to my eventual immense cost.

“Let’s move over to the bed. It’s kind of narrow, but not as cramped as this. Take off your clothes first though.”

And so seconds later I found myself naked in her bed, my c**k sticking up so hard it actually hurt. After changing the music over to Jimi Hendrix’ Blues – mostly raw, primitive, driving guitar solos – Caitlin stripped bare as well, affording me a good long look at the most fabulous female body I’d ever been blessed to behold. But rather than join me right away she turned to a nearby dresser and pulled open the top drawer. When she turned back to me, she was holding a few coils of soft white rope.

“Tell me, Terry,” she grinned just like Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham, “Have you ever been tied up in bed?” And of course just like Susan Sarandon also says in that movie, guys will put up with anything if they think its foreplay. Unfortunately Caitlin had a lot worse in mind for me than Susan Sarandon did for poor Tim Robbins – merely reading Walt Whitman to him all night. Limpid jets of love indeed…

“Umm…no, I never have.”

“Then it’s time you tried it. It can be incredibly stimulating!”

Oh, her breasts were so big and round, her waist so slender, her pubic patch expertly trimmed into a circle with a cross depending from it (the symbol for female of course) and her lovely face was just alight with excitement. Call me a naïve i***t, but she was three years older than me, tres sophisticated and simply irresistible.

“Well sure, okay.”

“Excellent!”

Right away Caitlin climbed onto the bed and straddled my belly. Already tellingly wet at her center, she tightly looped and knotted one of her ropes about each of my wrists. Then leaning forward with her incredibly delectable breasts dangling and swaying in my face she tied them off to the bedposts, incapacitating me just like that. Then she lay down right atop me and we resumed making out.

Older and wiser she was right, at least at first: being tied up while she had her way with me was almost unbearably exciting.

Writhing and undulating against me as we kissed, her lips were pliant and demanding by turns, her plundering tongue excitingly aggressive as it probed every corner of my mouth. The pressure of her big firm breasts mashed against my chest was so arousing that my erection strained mightily between us, desperate to enter her. Of course, it never would.

Ignoring my feeble protests against leaving obvious marks Caitlin went to work on my neck, covering my throat with big red love-bites. Actually growling like a beast as she battened on me, she made me feel weak and victimized and yet unbearably horny, like a female vampire’s gratefully willing prey. As I tugged uselessly against the ropes my bondage and submission were indeed as wildly stimulating as she’d promised. And as Caitlin became more demanding and aggressive by the moment I became equally more aroused, until I was gasping for breath and actually trembling with excitement beneath her. Then suddenly she rose up tall above me and moved forward, looming seemingly to the ceiling as she straddled my face.

“Eat me now, boy!” she hissed imperiously down. “I just fed on you after all!” Clenching both her fists in my hair she squashed her p***y down into my mouth, smothering my startled protests and grinding her crotch almost contemptuously against me.

“That’s right, youngster, service my superior femininity! Show me what you learned back in your little hick high school!”

The truth was not very much. Nor did she give me much of a chance to demonstrate what little I did know. With that savage guitar music wailing loudly around us, she just kept pumping and grinding against me, pulling my hair and scathingly ridiculing me as she used me for her ever more aggressive pleasure. Soon I was beginning to regret getting myself into this – nothing on the scale of what I’d feel later of course. But while she was busy humping my tongue to her first orgasm of the evening I had no way of saying so. And almost as soon as she achieved this she robbed me of the ability to protest all together.

Caitlin lifted off my face at last, both of us panting heavily.

“Did you like the taste of my womanhood, high school boy?”

Too unnerved by the radical change in her demeanor and too intimidated by her clear superiority in any case, I nodded humbly up at her.

“Good – then you can keep on tasting it!” Before I had a chance to react, she’d balled up the blue cotton panties she’d lately taken off and stuffed them deep into my mouth. Then she grabbed a nylon stocking draped over the headboard, wound it twice around my face and head and tied it off in back, gagging me completely. Then as I goggled and garbled up at her she lifted a big red candle from the head of the bed, shifted back until she was straddling my belly once again, and poured the hot melted wax pooled at its top straight down onto my bare chest.

Howling against the gag I bucked uncontrollably beneath her. Caitlin merely laughed sadistically, riding my thrashing body effortlessly.

“That’s right teenager – suffer under the sovereignty of the dominant female! You have to pay for the pleasure of s*x with this goddess. We have our own little religion in this room, and its sacraments are all dedicated to putting young males in their proper place!”

She grabbed up another thick candle (this one black) and again splashed scaling liquid down onto me. Then holding a candle in each hand Caitlin upended them, laughing excitedly and riding my kicking, twisting body as she drizzled hot wax all over me. For what must have been nearly fifteen minutes then – all through “Voodoo Child” and Mannish Boy” anyway – she tortured me this way, until I was weeping freely and wondering how I could possibly have been so stupid as to let this total stranger incapacitate me. But once not a bit of skin remained uncoated she returned the candles to the headboard and sneered counterfeit pity down at me.

“There, there you little baby: that wasn’t so bad. And now I’m going to get your rocks off for you before I f**k you. Enjoy it, because it’s almost surely the only time you’ll ever get such surpassing pleasure from a goddess like me!”

Something was wrong about the s****l sequence Caitlin proposed here. But then all coherent thought was wiped from my head as she slid down my body until she was straddling my knees and took my limp prick – long since gone flaccid from pain and upset – in her hand and began flogging it expertly back to life. Despite my now extreme misgivings about this whole situation Caitlin had me once again straining mightily upward through her manipulating fist in seconds. Pumping me with a brisk efficiency that quickly had me panting through my nose and giving out endless muffled moans she smirked superiorly at me as she jerked me off.

“You like that, do you, boy? Then how about this?”

Leaning forward she pressed my burning member between her wonderfully taut breasts and began pumping me just as quickly through the soft trough of her cleavage. Straining my hips mindlessly upward I moaned more urgently than ever, writhing helplessly in desperate arousal. Soon Caitlin had me approaching the brink more rapidly than ever in my admittedly short young life. Sensing this and refusing to let herself be soiled she pulled those spectacular t**s away from me and again began jacking me strongly with her hand, crying out her irresistible demands even as she seized and squeezed my balls in her other fist.