Jay Wood - Her incurable passion

Rich Dyer, her most dependable boyfriend and steadiest lover, was out of town for at least another month, she realized. An archaeologist at the university, he had gone into Mexico to supervise the final stages of a dig which his college had helped finance and get under way. He had been gone a week and since his departure, Kate had had no sexual contact at all with men. Lying there with her hands at her sides, she briefly ticked off the list of eligible men and had to admit that there was very little to be said for them. Steve Sollent was probably the tenderest and most understanding of the men on that short list, but he was also the man with the shortest, thinnest cock, a considerable handicap. Kate relished the prospect of being stretched to the utmost by a thick-shafted cock, just as she also favored extremely deep penetration. Steve certainly had staying power-she had once timed his thrusts and had found, very much to her astonishment, that he had spent twenty-two minutes between first entering her cunt and discharging his come-but the diminutive nature of his prick made fucking with him less than outstanding. To be sure, he compensated for the modesty of his endowment by giving superlative head, another mark in his favor, but Kate felt that she might be entering a phase requiring the ministrations of an exceptionally large cock.

Jimmy Olssen, on the other hand, possessed a tool of near-Gargantuan proportions, a genuine ten-incher with a girth to match, but he was handicapped by the fact that he could barely get his prick into her cunt before he began spewing semen like a broken fire hydrant. At times, depending on how much sexual activity he had had in the recent past, he could continue to fuck until he achieved a second climax, but he was not dependable: if he had fucked a woman the day before, usually, his prick wilted after the first climax and had to be sucked back to an erection before he could continue. Kate certainly had no objection to fellating him back to a useful hardness after the first fuck-if anything, she preferred sucking a man after he had drenched his prick with her cunt’s rich oil and his balls’ flood of salty come-but she found it tiring to have to interrupt her own quest for the perfect fuck in order to get his cock back into working order.

The other five men on her short list of preferred lovers also came in for scrutiny, only to be rejected for one reason or another. Kate sighed wistfully and told herself that she was becoming too selective, though she knew that there was not a thing she could do about her sexual preferences. She was the way she was and she could not be otherwise, especially in an area as crucial as her taste in sexual activity.

You were thirty-one last month, she told herself. And more and more of the choice hunks are getting married off every month. The crop’s bound to be getting thinner, not thicker, so you ought to.,. ohhhh, hell, what’s the use? It doesn’t do any good, talking to yourself like this!,.

Kate smiled at the thought of lowering her standards with regard to the men in her life. As long as she could masturbate herself into such overwhelming climaxes, orgasms which left her limp and breathless with satiety, she could not see any sense in encumbering herself with a lover who was less than totally satisfactory. She had had plenty of encounters with men who fell short of her demanding expectations and she knew that an unsatisfactory lover was, in many respects, worse than no lover at all. At the same time, however, she had to admit the truth: some of the men who had seemed perfectly satisfactory two or three years ago were now failing to give her the all-out, bone-melting kind of pleasure she hungered for. Moreover, she felt fairly certain that these deficiencies could not be traced to the men: as nearly as she could tell, they were doing the same things, making love to her with the same knowing skills which they had earlier employed, but with noticeably less effect.

Kate roused herself from her bed and went into the bathroom of her apartment. There she spent several minutes contemplating her naked image in the floor-length mirror beside her dressing table. She knew without looking that she still carried almost exactly one hundred pounds on her body, which measured an inch over five feet in height, and that those pounds were distributed in the same way as ten years before. She kept at least one dress or suit from those she had bought every year since her sophomore year in college and religiously tried them on from time to time; every garment still fitted her perfectly. Her breasts still fitted easily enough into the 34-B bras dating from her past, not that she needed them to enhance their firmly molded lines; she pursued a rigorous course of exercise designed to keep every part of her body in trim condition. She wore her red hair long and allowed the natural curls to fall around her face in a way that effectively highlighted her strong cheekbones and deep-set blue eyes. Her full lips and slightly up tilted nose had always been at war with each other, the former suggesting sultry passion and the latter a pert, tom-boyish quality, but most men found the incongruity appealing, she had found.

Maybe I’m going through some more of those changes people keep talking about, she thought. Maybe you’re getting your head into a really different place, at least where sex is concerned. My God, what else could you try, though? If there’s another way of doing it, somebody’s certainly been keeping it a damned big secret!..

Roger and Marianne Cellar, Kate’s parents, had been blessed with a relatively open-minded approach to sex and their only child had benefited from their free and easy attitude. Kate had grown up accustomed to seeing her father nude-he habitually shaved naked-and her mother had accepted her body with the same matter-of-fact approach. They did not blatantly parade their affection for each other, but Kate grew up seeing them kiss and exchange other signs of real tenderness. They had not been unduly upset when Kate had blundered into their bedroom one Sunday afternoon and found them fucking-Kate could still recall with startling clarity the thrill which she felt when she saw her mother’s rump bobbing up and down as she knelt over her husband and fucked herself up and down his huge, passionately darkened cock-and Marianne never bothered hiding her passionate approval of the joy she felt when he thrust the big tool into the depths of her cunt.

“It’s just something people do when they really like each other a lot,” Marianne said to her inquisitive daughter. “It makes him feel good and I like it too. You’ve got to be careful, though; that’s the way you make babies!”

Kate’s initial experiences with the opposite sex had not been entirely happy ones, due primarily to their lack of skill. Having a prick in one’s hand was very nice, she thought, and feeling it distend the lips of her pussy and then bulge out the rim of her fervently receptive little cunt was even better, but none of them could make her loins sing and bubble with sheer physical joy; for that kind of climax she had to resort to her own devices, which she had already brought to a relatively high degree of perfection.

It was not until her sophomore year in college, when she had succumbed to the charm of a graduate student-he had been handling her lab section in biology-that she began to discover the real possibilities inherent in the cock/cunt combination. Perry, the graduate student, had shown the kind of patience and skill, the mix of acquiescence and sudden, almost brutal aggressiveness, which she needed to unleash the potent forces at work inside her body. He had been the first man to eat her pussy-she had begun coming almost as soon as his tongue had flickered over the swollen, love-slick lips of her pussy that night and had not stopped until he had sucked her into a long string of orgasms, each more powerful than its predecessor- and the first to suggest to her that she take his prick into her mouth. She could tell that he wanted to shoot his load into her throat and she accepted the liquid offering, gingerly at first but then with rapidly strengthening approbation, and had become totally infatuated with the art of fellatio.