Jay Wood - Her incurable passion

“Hey, this is really neat!” Angle exclaimed. “Hearing you tell about it, I mean. You’re really a fine-looking woman, you know that? I’ll bet you’ve really made it some great guys! You’ve got that super-sexy air and guys would really pick up on that. Dr. Terry-she’s my analyst-always gives me that sneaky feeling that she probably learned it all out of a book. I mean, you just don’t think of her as being the kind who could really lie back and hump it out of a guy!”

“Is that Dr. Julia Terry?” Kate asked, mentioning one of the city’s more prominent psychiatrists. Angle nodded and Kate privately confirmed the girl’s judgment, though she was trained well enough never to mention any of her doubts about a physician to one outside the profession. “She’s supposed to be very good, I hear.”

Kate had seen Julia Terry on several occasions and had from the start suspected that the doctor’s interest in human sexuality might be minimal. Her severely tailored suits, her air of impeccable dignity, her air of haughty reserve, all suggested a woman who would find it very distasteful to throw herself into physical passion with enough abandon to reach the peaks of erotic pleasure.

“I guess she knows her stuff,” Angle said, “but she sure doesn’t come across like a woman who knows where it’s at. That’s why it’s so nice to talk to you- you make me think that maybe I’m not such a freak after all, for being the way I am.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Kate said, “but I really ought to advise you that a hospital room is not the best place for conducting your affairs. These doors do come open, you know, and some of the people who might look in would have a very different reaction from mine!”

”I know, I know,” Angle said. She smiled impishly. “But that’s part of it, see? The risk, the danger that really makes it so much better! And then when I saw you peeking in, man! You wouldn’t believe how much better that made it, you know what I mean?”

“What?” Kate asked, incredulous.

“Sure! Don’t you think it’s a lot better, making it while somebody else is watching you? That’s where it’s really at, for me. When I looked up and saw you in that doorway, I thought… well, it was like somebody had put a torch to my twat!”

“I… I never thought about it that way,” Kate faltered. She found herself nonplussed by Angie’s forthright, daring approach to sex and lovemaking. “I mean, I don’t suppose I’ve ever done it with anyone else watching.”

That happened to be the truth. Perry, her graduate-school lover, had more than once suggested bringing another girl into their bed but Kate had been able to stave off that venture into togetherness successfully. Stunned at the breadth of Angie’s sexual experience, as well as by the girl’s eagerness to bare the most intimate details of that experience, Kate found it difficult to make a coherent reply. She felt very much at sea and lapsed into silence. Angle, however, reacted very differently.

“I mean, I haven’t been to a real, all-out orgy,” the girl continued. “You know, the kind where there are eight or ten couples and they’re all groping each other around. That sounds kinda nice, but I think it’s a lot better when you take turns. Julia Hanger, this friend of mine, we’ve done it like that sometimes.

She’ll ball her guy a while and we’ll watch and then me and my guy, we’ll go at it and put on a show for them. Mmmm, it’s so sexy, watching somebody else get it! Especially if you’re in a spot where you can see that big, hard dick sliding in and out, all greasy and slippery with pussy juice!”

“My God, I believe I could take lessons from you!” Kate exclaimed. “You’ve certainly gotten into areas that I don’t know anything about!”

“Oh, I’ll bet I could learn a lot more from you,” Angie said. “It’s just so damned nice of you, taking time out to talk to me like this, Maybe we can do it again, huh? Are you like me? I mean, do you get all turned on, talking about fucking and sucking and all that good stuff? It really gets me in lather, going on like this!”

Kate could not deny that her pussy had gained greatly in sensitivity since she had come into the room. The vistas of erotic delight which Angle’s talk had opened up could not but affect her deeply and she said as much, though she felt herself blushing like a schoolgirl as she did so. Angie grinned wickedly and threw back the sheet which covered her upper body. Kate saw that the girl’s pajama pants were still down around her knees and that Angie had one hand over her love mound, the fingers thrust deep between her long, beautifully curved thighs.

“Let’s do it!” Angie murmured, her dark eyes burning hotly as she looked at Kate. “You watch me do it to myself and then I’ll watch you, huh? Right here and now? God, I’m so fucking horny; that Dr. Mason, he fucks like an angel, but I had such a head of steam built up, it’d take a lot more than just a couple of comes to bring me down! C’mon, I’ll go first and then I’ll watch you, huh?”

Kate’s head reeled under the sensual assault. Angie’s naked loins exerted a heavy, nerve-racking pull on her, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of agreeing to the girl’s audacious proposal. As she hesitated, she saw Angie spread her thighs wider and open them up for a more complete inspection. The girl’s hand, she saw, was almost completely covered with the wet, sticky goo which had oozed from her pussy and a powerful, provocative scent of fresh, raw fucking assailed her nostrils.

“You little minx!” Kate said, smiling broadly. “You’ve been ticking yourself all the while! Yes, and rubbing his spunk over that pussy of yours!”

“Haven’t I just!” Angie muttered. “God, it’s just so fucking sexy, feeling a guy’s come dribble out of your hole, rubbing it all over! Yeah, I’ve been lying here almost ready to come and now… ugghhh! Agghhhh! Ooooooohh!”

Kate started back in surprise. Angie suddenly clamped her thighs together, folding them over her hand, and thrust her hips upward in a quick, convulsive movement. Her eyes closed and an expression of total bliss came over her face as she fucked herself against her strategically placed hand. She must have been highly aroused by their talk, Kate later decided, because the climax began ripping through her womb only a few seconds after she had thrown back the sheet. The sight of the girl writhing in sensual agony affected Kate in the most direct of ways; she felt her own pussy give a decided throb of excitement and become appreciably hotter. Before she even realized what she was doing, Kate slipped one hand under Angle’s pajama top and found the girl’s right breast. Full and firm, the mound afforded her hand a comfortable resilience. She felt Angie’s nipple, hard and compact with lusty fevers, and caressed that fiery cone of hypersensitive flesh. The girl groaned again before managing to chock off the cries of delight which threatened to disrupt the hospital floor’s late-night tranquility, but Kate could see that her hand was helping. She pressed harder against that sensually curved mound and met Angie’s shoulder thrust fully.

“Ohhhh, God, that was so fucking good’” Angle breathed after the storm had passed through her body, leaving her limp and sated. “Mmmm, when you started rubbing my nipple like that, it was so out of sight, I couldn’t believe it!”