Jay Wood
Her incurable passion

CHAPTER ONE

Kate lay there very quietly, letting her mind clear and gradually managed to identify her surroundings. After a few moments, she knew that she was lying on an examining table, though one that was slightly different from the usual model found in physicians' offices around the country. It had the same padded surface, of course, but the leg stirrups and foot rests were covered with soft, foam like pad that was very different from the customary cold, polished steel used for more orthodox models. She sensed that she was entirely naked under the crisp white sheet that covered her body from her neck down to her waist; she could see her bare thighs propped on the leg rests, which kept them well apart.

She was in a room lighted only by a big overhead light that cast a circle of illumination down onto the table so that the rest of the room was pitch black. After another moment she became aware of a figure sitting at the foot of the table. Without being able to see the person’s face, she intuitively knew that it was a man, one whom she knew and trusted. Comforted and assured by that knowledge, she relaxed. The man was sitting on the little stool gynecologists use while conducting pelvic examinations; his face was only a few inches away from her loins.

“Pubic hair of subject, coppery-gold in color,” the man said, his voice deep and utterly masculine. “Very thick at base of abdomen, thinning appreciably around the apex of outer labia. Over-all aspect of outer labia: prominent, very well defined. Inner labia protrude markedly, appear somewhat flushed.”

Kate relaxed even further. She enjoyed hearing her pussy being described, in the cold, clinical terminology used for medical examinations, just as she enjoyed having it examined; both experiences gave her an offbeat erotic charge that was usually highly stimulating. Gradually she became aware of warmth that pervaded her loins. She could feel her pussy’s inner lips growing larger as the sensuality became stronger and more localized between her thighs; she could also feel her nipples hardening against the covering sheet, which provided them with a gentle but definitely stimulating friction. She knew that the minute glands at the entrance of her cunt were working now, producing a gentle flow of that clear, slippery lubricant signaling another stage in the development of her sexual arousal.

For years Kate had found a very real kind of pleasure in watching her pussy change while she ruminated through her storehouse of erotic fantasies. She often spent long periods of time on her bed, naked, with a makeup mirror planted between her thighs in order to watch the subtle changes which came over her cunt as the fantasies worked their powerful magic on her body. She thus knew exactly what the physician was seeing and had no difficulty in visualizing the changes he described. She knew, for example, that soon he would be able to see the tiny trickle of clear lubricant emerge from the wrinkled inner lips of her pussy, oozing out to run down the channel between her hips, over her tautly puckered anus, and further down between her trimly fashioned buttocks. He would know what the appearance of that liquid signified, of course, and would draw the correct conclusion from it.

“Patient is now lubricating moderately,” the examining physician intoned, continuing the report which was being transcribed onto a tape recorder. “Inner labia are now significantly larger, also perceptibly darker in color. Scent is clean, biting, and quite penetrating.”

Kate’s sharp hearing detected a different timbre in the man’s voice as he recorded those changes. She sensed that he was responding to the visible evidence of her sexual excitement and becoming aroused himself. This shift in his speech warmed her heart, since it afforded her tangible evidence of his ability to respond to her, and she felt her body becoming progressively more alive with erotic feeling. Despite his evident interest in her as a woman, rather than just as a patient, he refrained from touching her in any way, though she was extremely aware of his closeness to her naked, throbbing loins. Having him there so close, so intimately involved with her sexuality, but maintaining the space between them, managed to arouse Kate even more than would a direct touch, she believed.

Somehow the outer lips of her pussy parted wide enough to bring the inner lips into full view. She did not feel his touch and she was certain that he had not used an examining instrument to part the folds of sensually tingling flesh, but nevertheless she was now certain that the outer lips were now spread very wide. She could hear him dictating a description of her pussy in that condition and she detected an even more pronounced note of interest in his voice.

Kate had no doubt that her pussy was at least as attractive as most women’s. One of her former lovers, a photographer, had showed her a very large collection of color slides he had assembled, all devoted to capturing in intimate detail the glory of women’s sexual organs. She had examined the collection assiduously and had come to the conclusion, one with which the photographer agreed, that her pussy was a match for any of the ones she saw on the projection screen. Other men had corroborated that judgment, as had the few women with whom she had had sexual encounters.

She could easily picture her own pussy as it lay open to the doctor’s inspection. The inner lips would be slightly open, she knew, and would have a more than slight resemblance to a rose: the lips would certainly have the deeply flushed pink color of many roses and they would have something of a petal’s shape, as well. At their apex, her clitoris would be prominently displayed; her excitement had brought an iron hard rigidity to the clitoral shaft, so that it would be easily visible.

Once the physician had completed his description of that part of her pussy, he then caused the inner lips to spread themselves open for his further inspection. Again she felt no touch, but she was absolutely certain that the organ now lay open to the core, so that even the jagged, crescent-shaped vaginal mouth could be seen. The splayed, passionately distended lips also peeled back from the clitoral shaft, enabling the spiked tip of that organ to rear up and display itself with an almost arrogant kind of sexuality.

He could see the signs of her abundant desire, she knew, and far from being upset at this, she reveled in it. She wanted the doctor to know that she found his detailed examination highly arousing, that she was responding to it in the most direct manner imaginable. His scrutiny merely emphasized her lustful awakening and sharpened her appetite for further probing and inspection.

The physician dictated a detailed description of her vulva, starting with the clitoris, moving down the inner furrow to the urethral opening, and so to the vestibule of her vagina. She felt the force of his eyes boring into her most intimate flesh, playing over the erotically enlivened surface of her pussy, and his searching gaze affected her almost as strongly as would his fingers, had he been touching her. She felt the mouth of her cunt opening, again without being touched, and she reveled in the thought that he would be able to look directly into the heart of her cunt, all the way up to her cervix and into the mouth of her womb. She could not imagine how he was making her cunt open itself without touching it, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was now looking directly into the ribbed, pink tunnel.

The doctor’s eyes had an even more remarkable effect on Kate’s body as he looked up into her cunt, examining the tunnel with great care and dictating a description of all that he saw, all without seeming to touch her in any way. His gaze was very nearly as arousing as any prick which had ever probed that highly sensitive canal. Its effect was much more insidious, however, since she felt that she was being fucked by some kind of invisible cock that nevertheless managed to rub against her cunt’s strongly aroused surfaces with electrifying sensations.

Gradually Kate became aware of the fact that she was not in a doctor’s office, as she had originally supposed, and that she was not alone with the doctor. Rather than having the examination take place in his office, he had somehow transported her into an operating room at the University Hospital. She sensed, rather than saw, that they were in one of the amphitheater operating rooms, so that the room was ringed by benches, all of them occupied by highly attentive physicians and medical students who watched as the doctor continued his examination.

Kate’s rigidly defined clitoris now gave a hearty throb of abandoned excitement when she became aware of the other men, all of them looking down at her naked loins with rapt interest. Their presence made the examination infinitely more arousing, so much so that she could hardly contain herself. Her head reeled and for a moment she feared that she would black out from the accumulated nervous tension, which now gripped her cunt and womb with raw, animal like force.

When the doctor finished his examination, he rose to his feet. She now saw that he was naked and that his cock, a stiff column of lustfully distended muscle, rose up from the base of his belly with all the excitement of a man aroused almost to the limit of his endurance. He advanced toward her and gently insinuated the massive, swollen head of his huge prick into the mouth of her cunt. Kate’s heart leaped up into her mouth when she felt the hot meat pressing against her exquisitely aroused vaginal cleft. Before she could move her loins, she felt the massive shaft of hot muscle slide into place; the tool forced the rim of her cunt wide with ease and pierced the inner ring of firm, highly sensitized flesh. A gusting wave of sheer fleshly delight spread outward from the area being penetrated and she felt her body being borne aloft on a tidal wave of erotic ecstasy.

As the man fucked his prick into her cunt with long, graceful strokes, she realized that somehow the men watching him had now moved closer to her, so that they were all standing around her. Each had stripped bare and were now masturbating; they all had extra-generously proportioned cocks and their balls looked to be packed with immense quantities of virile sperm. The man’s prick slid deeper into her cunt and infused her entire body with lustful stimulation. Kate sucked in a quick breath and then cried out, feeling her clitoris give a sudden leap of ecstatic joy as her womb reverberated with the first lightning bolt of orgasmic response.

Kate’s orgasm quickly mounted into a whirlwind of fleshly pleasure. Just as she reached the absolute peak of her climax, she felt the man’s cock jerk with a new power and then begin spurting richly. His balls propelled an incredible flood of steaming come into her cunt and sprayed the hot cream over the mouth of her womb. At the same time, the men who had ringed the table joined him in a seminal display of pleasure; their cocks jetted out in unison to shower a perfect storm of boiling sperm over her body. The thick, passion-clotted semen showered down onto her face, her breasts, her belly, until she was literally covered with come. Their simultaneous ejaculation, coupled with the extraordinary infusion of sperm into her cunt, gave her the last morsel of sexual stimulation and she writhed about in extreme anguish. As the waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her body, she sensed that the men were fading away. The man between her legs now joined them, disappearing into nothingness, and she was left with an aching emptiness in her cunt,

Kate awoke from her sleep and found herself clutching wildly at her pussy. She lay on her back, naked, with both hands clamped over her love mound. Two fingers of her right hand were plunged deep into her cunt; she had placed her left hand over her right and was pressing it down against her throbbing clitoris with a quick, rhythmic pressure. For a moment she lay there, her mind a mass of confused thoughts and images, and then she came to her senses.

A dream, she thought. Another one of those damned dreams. Jesus, that was real! Mmmm, I could actually feel the guy’s come shooting up against my womb! And the taste, from where those guys shot off against my lips and all over my face! Mmmm, how real!

She now understood that she had been having a sexual dream. It was the kind of dream, moreover, which had been figuring more and more prominently in her life for the past year or two; its pattern was almost exactly similar to those she had had before. Uttering a muffled groan, she lay back, though she still held her hands over her pussy. The two fingers remained deeply planted in her cunt and she began working her hips up and down, fucking herself against her hand. She drew her feet up until her heels were almost beside her buttocks, the position which allowed her to strain her hip and thigh muscles to the greatest possible extent.

Kate’s dream had naturally brought her body to a very high degree of arousal and she needed only a moment or two in which to finish the work. She had long ago perfected the art of masturbation, achieving her first mini-orgasm just after her twelfth birthday, and she had continued the practice almost daily thereafter. Kate thus knew exactly how to capitalize on her body’s excitement to the greatest possible extent. She used all her skill to hurry the climax along. In doing so, she moved her right hand to one side, still keeping the two fingers planted as deeply as possible, and she began stroking her rigid, aching clitoris with her left index finger. She moved the finger faster and faster, keeping pace with her growing arousal, and then felt the first jarring thud of orgasmic bliss begin unfolding within her abdomen. The climax rapidly grew into a first-class tempest and spread until she could feel the waves of pleasure shooting over her entire body. She worked her fingers deep into her cunt, stabbing into the quivering orifice repeatedly, and strummed her rocklike clitoris with the other finger. Again and again her womb coughed wildly and continued to emit those long, heaving throbs of sexual ecstasy. Her frenzied activity generated a second climax, one that followed the first so quickly that they almost merged into one, and then she fucked herself into a third outburst of delight. By the time she had finished, her cunt had lost all semblance of feeling and her hands were dripping with the oils of passionate arousal.

Kate exhaled slowly and extended her legs full length on her rumpled bed. She brought her wet, cunt-smeared hands up to her breasts, cupped them briefly, and then lifted her fingers to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and savored the piquant scent of raw lust. The fumes of sexual excess gradually cleared from her brain and she was now left with the afterglow of orgasmic pleasure. That sense of post-orgasmic satisfaction was not as sharp as it would have been had she had a man between her thighs, stretching her energetic cunt to the utmost and saturating its inner surfaces with a healthy flow of steaming come, but it was nevertheless a form of satisfaction, one which she was quite willing to accept under the circumstances.

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.

Once Kate had discovered the true joys of lovemaking, she quickly adapted to them and devoted herself to improving her skills in every area. By the time she had finished college and gone through nursing school, she had experimented with every kind of lovemaking, including some lesbian experiments with a bisexual friend at the University Hospital school of nursing, and had proved to her own satisfaction that she liked them all. Men remained her favorite partners, of course, but she had no objection to accepting advances from, very attractive women who seemed to fancy her as a temporary partner.

After completing her examination of her body, Kate drew herself a bath and reclined in the hot water for a time. As the liquid warmth drained the last remnants of tension and passion from her flesh, she recalled the dream she had been having just before waking up. She had to smile at the outlandish situation into which she had projected herself, though she could not deny the very real way in which the dream had affected her. For a time she wondered if the dream might be worth pursuing, possibly with the help of a psychiatric intern at the hospital who seemed to be more than slightly interested in her, but then she dismissed the idea and concentrated instead on enjoying the steamy bath and the comfort it brought her.