Jay Wood - Her incurable passion

Kate turned to him and began kissing his mouth. She was not seeking to arouse him or herself; she merely wanted to taste the pungent cunt drip on his lips and tongue, as if to reassure herself that he really had been eating her pussy all along. She relaxed and snuggled against him, brushing her breasts against his chest, which, she now noticed for the first time, was heavily furred with short, thick hair.

“Mmmmm, you suck as good as you fuck!” she purred. “But feeling you finger-fuck my pussy and asshole at the same time, that was just the best icing any cake ever had! God, I thought I was being ripped in two, right down the middle! I don’t think I’ve ever had a come like that!”

“I hope it was a good one for you,” he said, “because I certainly owed you one, after that blow-job!”

“If anyone wants to bother totting up the books,” Kate murmured, “I believe I can safely say that the balance is now entirely even! Ooooh, I wonder if they’ll keep getting better and better? The comes, I mean!”

“They might, particularly if you get off on being fucked in the ass,” he said in a low, cautious tone. “The way I think you would, I mean; I’ve got a feeling that you would like that very much!”

“Wouldn’t I just!” Kate said, shuddering with anticipation at the mere thought of having his massive, spine-chilling cock planted deep in her bowels. “Yes, there are times when I crave a good butt-fucking more than anything in the world! And do you know something? I think that this morning is going to be one of them!”

Rudi vowed that he would be ready to give her ass the most thoroughgoing kind of reaming he could muster, though he added that it would be better if they waited an hour or two and allowed his balls to work up another load of sperm. Kate said that the wait would be more than worthwhile, since she especially delighted in feeling a man’s come erupt into her rectum, and again reminded herself of how fortunate she was.

“Maybe we could divert ourselves awhile with a bath,” Rudi said. “I’ve got a bathroom that’s the last word in sybaritic living; you ought to enjoy it a lot!”

Kate readily agreed to his suggestion and allowed him to lead her into the apartment’s bathroom. In reality, the space had once been given over to a bedroom and he had had it converted in order to take advantage of the larger space. The tub, a massive square model, sat in almost the center of the room; a small shower cabinet stood against a wall, beside a toilet and a bidet. Kate exclaimed with delight upon seeing the latter and went over to squat down on it. She manipulated the faucets until she had a stream of water of a suitable temperature and then directed it against the lips of her pussy. The flow of warm water proved to be highly invigorating and Rudi made it even more so by reaching in from the rear and toying with her flesh while the water played over it.

“Not too much,” she warned. “Just enough to get it to feeling good. If I come again, I might wind up being fucked out-and I definitely want to keep enough energy back to feel that cock of yours going up my ass!”

“I’m going to make sure that you feel it there,” he told her. “The way your ass nipped at my finger when you started coming, I wouldn’t do anything in the world to jeopardize my chances of fucking you there! And it’s so God-awful, unbelievably tight! I was wondering if I’d even be able to get it in!”

“You’ll be able to get it in,” she promised. “It’s true, I’ve never had it from a guy with a cock quite the size of yours, but I’ll take it, I swear I will! Once you get it in me, Rudi, then you’ll see how a woman can really come!”

They dawdled at the bidet for a few more minutes. Rudi turned on the tub’s faucets and dumped in a measure of bath oil, enough to create a mound of fragrant bubbles, and went back to her. He used his fingers in stirring ways that made the water’s effect more stimulating than Kate would have believed possible.

She had a hand-shower attachment in her own bathroom. It was very useful in masturbating and she often brought herself off by using its spray to coax her pussy into giving up its load of self-induced sexual tension. The bidet promised to be equally useful, though it lacked the needle spray of her showerhead, and she played with herself until the tub was nearly full. Then she joined Rudi in the warm water. They lay together, basking in the steamy warmth, and she rubbed her hand over his cock, which had lost most of its stiffness. Her touch quickly brought it back to life, however, and she masturbated him shamelessly until he warned her that his orgasm was very close.

“Mmmm, don’t want to let it go like that,” she said. “I want to feel it in my ass too much to go ahead. But some other time, if you don’t mind, I’d really love to jack you off. It’s just so fucking sexy, watching a guy shoot a big load of come all over. Or maybe you’d rather do it for me? How about if we watched each other some time? Does it turn you on, watching somebody else make it by themselves?”

“Hey, it’s all great to me,” Rudi vowed. “There’s no reason why we couldn’t try it both ways, is there? Hell, I figure we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other in the future, at least if I have my way about it!”

“Yeah, I knew this fellow back in college,” Kate mused. “He knew a million ways to do it, I think, and they were all good. This one way we used to try, we’d start off with just a straight fuck and then after we’d both gotten turned on really strong, he’d pull out and finish by jacking off. Mmmm, when his come shot down against my pussy, it was just so wild! And… hey, isn’t that weird?”

“What?”

“I just remembered something,” Kate said, sitting up in the tub and looking very serious. “Honest, I’d forgotten all about it, but now I can remember. He used to love watching me diddle myself! At first I was really ashamed to do it in front of him, but after I saw how it turned him on, I started liking it. What’s so weird is, I can remember now that it was a lot better, doing it with him watching, then when I used to do it back in my room, with no one there! How could I forget something like that?”

“The human mind is really odd, sometimes,” Rudi told her. “But that other part, about feeling it so much better when he was watching, that’s not so surprising. A lot of people are that way-I mean, they get off better if they know that somebody else is watching, or maybe they’re running some risk of being caught.”

His statement sent a shudder of impassioned delight flashing over Kate’s body. At once she recalled her conversation with Angie, how the girl had discoursed so eloquently about the joys of making love with someone watching, or in a place where she might be detected. Rudi’s inadvertent confirmation of the girl’s view struck her as a truly astonishing coincidence. He noticed her startled attitude, of course, and pressed her for an explanation. Nonplussed by the similarity of views, she found it impossible to feign ignorance and thus found herself telling him about Angie. She did not say that she had seen him fucking the girl but once she had identified her source as a young girl and a patient at the hospital, Rudi had no difficulty in identifying her. He drew the proper conclusion and saw, from her embarrassed expression, that Kate had witnessed his passionate interlude with the girl.