Jay Wood - Her incurable passion

One glance inside the room showed that Angie had already learned that fact of life and had apparently learned it very well. She was now lying on her other side, though still holding both hands over her pussy, and was now engaged in sucking that big prick. Rudi had thrust it deep into her mouth and her head was bobbing excitedly as she sought to bring him to the bursting point once more. Kate watched long enough to assure herself that Angie was indeed sucking his prick, and doing it very well, and that Rudi seemed well on his way toward depositing a second load of semen in the girl’s body. Kate withdrew from the doorway and pulled the door almost completely shut before returning to her nursing station.

Fifteen minutes later she detected a slight movement in the corridor and deduced that Rudi was leaving the girl’s room. He would probably use the fire staircase, which lay at the opposite end of the corridor; this would enable him to leave the floor without being seen. Kate had used the intervening moments to check the girl’s chart and refresh her memory about the patient. Angie Rydall, she saw, was a few months past eighteen. The girl was five-six in height, weighed a hundred and twenty pounds, and was in overall good health, according to the medical notes. Kate identified her address as one in the more exclusive part of the city. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to recall a picture of the girl, summoning up an image of a dark-haired, round-faced individual. Angie was not a spectacular beauty but then she was far from ugly, Kate recalled. Probably the girl’s most outstanding characteristic, she thought, was her eyes: slightly oval and very large, they made her otherwise bland face much more interesting. Kate could also recall that Angie’s breasts were very well developed.

A slight buzzing drew Kate’s attention to the call board, where she saw a light glowing above Angie’s room number. “I’ll get it,” she said to the aide, “I need the exercise.” She went down to the girl’s room and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. She found Angie sitting up in her bed, propped against the pillows; the bedside lamp was now on,

“Yes?” Kate asked. “What do you need?”

Even if she had not witnessed the act herself, Kate could almost certainly have seen that the girl was fresh from a first-rate fucking. A glow of fleshly contentment diffused her cheeks, making them shine extra brightly, and an air of utter pleasure radiated from her big, highly expressive eyes.

“I just wanted to thank you for not interrupting us a few minutes ago,” Angie said. “Oh, I saw you peeping around the door, right from the start! I was afraid I might be making too much noise but God, it just felt so damned good when he started putting it in me! I couldn’t hold it back, not after I’d been wanting a really great piece of ass for so long. And then he was hung so well, it just… anyway, I really do appreciate it, your not bothering us.”

At first Kate was taken aback at Angle’s ultra-direct way of getting to her point and could say nothing. She stammered briefly, gulped, and then said something to the effect that she did not know what else to do.

“He’s a friend of my Mom’s,” Angie said, “which is why she was having him look at the X-rays of my knee. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mom hasn’t gotten it on with him too. Hey, I wonder if that’s kind of like incest, huh? You know, making it with a mother and a daughter? Hmmmm, interesting! Anyway, he came on sort of strong and when I saw what he had under his pants, I just couldn’t do anything but pick up on it! God, I love it when a guy’s really super big like that!”

“I must admit, it was rather a surprise,” Kate said, finding herself much more at ease, thanks to Angie’s forthright manner. “I mean, doctors do earn their reputation for horniness, everyone who works in a hospital knows that, but… I suppose I wasn’t really prepared to find him doing it with a patient as young as you are!”

“He was a little antsy about that at first,’ Angie said with a broad, knowing grin, “but I managed to convince him that I knew the score! At first, you know, I wouldn’t have given two cents for the chances of scoring really good, but once he started hosing me with that big thing, mmmmn!”

“I noticed that you were helping yourself along,” Kate commented.

“Oh, that! Yeah, I was, wasn’t I? You know, that’s the reason I really like it from the rear like that-I can get my finger down there on my joy button and give it a real treatment. A lot of guys, they’ll get all uptight and nervous if you try helping yourself out when they’re screwing you face to face.”

“Oh? I hadn’t thought about it that way,” Kate said.

“My analyst recommended it to me,” Angie observed. “Rubbing my clit while I fuck, I mean. She says I’m almost totally clitoral. I mean, I really dig feeling a big one going in, stretching me out inside, but that’s not usually enough to bring me off. So I just help out a little, if I can do it without getting the guy all upset, I mean. She says it’s because I got my first come by masturbating, that’s what conditioned me to need the clitoral stimulation.”

“Really? That sounds a little odd to me,” Kate replied. “I was masturbating for a couple of years before I first tried it with a fellow and it didn’t work that way for me. Well, the first few guys, they didn’t really bring me off, but I’m sure that the reason was their inexperience. And my own too, I didn’t know what to do in order to help nature along, so to speak!”

“Wow that sounds great! Man, I wish I could learn how to make it without having to give myself a rub! Some of these guys, you just wouldn’t believe how they react when I tell them I want to help out. I mean, it’s like a kick in the nuts, sometimes. You’d think. I was telling them they couldn’t fuck worth a damn, when all I wanted to do was just make it even better!”

“ I suppose that most of your boyfriends are high schoolers?” Kate asked, receiving a nod in reply. “That might be the explanation right there. Boys that age are often very insecure, you know; they need a lot of reassurance about their sexual adequacy and things like that. Once they’ve gained more confidence, though, then I think you might find that they can accept your help a lot easier.”

“I sure hope so,” Angie muttered, looking very wistful and vulnerable for a brief moment. “It sure is a drag, having a guy really hard and horny and then all of a sudden he loses it and you have to suck him up again!”

“I’d always heard that high school boys were almost impossibly horny,” Kate remarked. “You know, that they couldn’t lose their erections at all, hardly.”

”Maybe I’ve just been picking a string of losers, I don’t know, but the ones I’ve been playing with sure aren’t that way. They’re really neat guys, good looking and all, but you sure have to be careful with them.”

“I suppose I ought to be entirely truthful and say that I don’t know all that for a fact,” Kate said after a moment’s reflection. “For the last ten years or so, I’ve confined myself to men in their thirties, mostly, or late twenties in a few cases, so I’m not really speaking from experience. Let me see… yes, I know of one man who actually suggested that I masturbate while he was in me. Mmmmm, I can remember that very well indeed!”

She needed very little prodding to remember Gary Metaker, a physical therapist whom she had dated fairly steadily a couple of years past. A sturdily built man of about thirty-five, balding and with a very attractive Van Dyke beard, he had suggested that she lie on her side and allow him to enter her from the rear. Once he had sheathed about half his prick in her cunt-and it had been an extremely long, thick one, she remembered-he had then asked her to masturbate while they watched their coupled bodies in a dressing mirror which he had positioned beside the bed. The ensuing climax had been an extremely long and hearty one, Kate recalled, and had stimulated him so much that he had released a perfectly paralyzing stream of hot, thickly clotted sperm into her cunt, all without moving so much as a single muscle.