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CHAPTER SIX

Kate spent most of that day in Rudi's apartment. The series of jolting climaxes, culminating with the unbelievably violent surge of emotion she had felt when his big cock had erupted in her asshole, had drained her of her strength, and she could hardly move after his prick, now considerably wilted, had slipped from her anus. A dull, aching soreness pervaded her rump, naturally, but she knew that it was only a temporary protest from her muscles and would soon pass away. She helped herself by spending a half-hour in a tub of hot water and felt much better when she emerged.

Their lusty appetites assuaged for the moment, they found it much easier to talk and they discovered a variety of similar interests. Both enjoyed batting a tennis ball back and forth, for example, and they agreed to meet at a nearby tennis club later in the week for a friendly match. Rudi claimed a modest talent in the kitchen and proved it by preparing a superb omelet, one that completely satisfied their hunger for food. She adopted his style of dress, which was to wear nothing at all, and they ate entirely naked. Once they had put the kitchen back in order, she found it impossible to ignore the beguiling length of prick dangling from the base of his belly any longer. In its limp state, it looked almost as interesting as when it had been rock-hard and fully grown, though for different reasons, and she could not help wishing that it were in her mouth, growing back to that formidable state.

"I hope you won't think I'm just a greedy little pig," she said as they walked out of the kitchen, "but I really don't see how I can leave without having just a bit more of that wonderful thing!"

She emphasized her point by reaching out to stroke his somnolent prick. The soft, flaccid length of meat felt very good against her fingertips and she knew that she had to have it once more. He smiled tenderly and admitted that he had been asking himself if he dared suggest another erotic interlude. Kate laughed aloud at that and immediately sank to her knees in front of him; her fingers guided the luscious hunk of sex flesh into her mouth. Her tongue glided over the soft, malleable cylinder of meat and soon had it growing at a very satisfactory rate.

"Not in my ass again," she said when he asked her how she wanted it, "I'm still just a little sore, not that I'm objecting or anything. But I don't think I could really enjoy it too much that way. No, I think I'd just like to lie back and let you belt it into my pussy!

Unless you'd rather prepare yourself for one of my super, number-one blow-jobs!"

"No, I think a good, old-fashioned fuck might be just the thing," he agreed. "But you'll have to let me return the favor-I don't think I could ever take too long in tonguing that pussy of yours!"

She said that she would welcome that kind of attention from him. They went into the bedroom and she fell back into, the rumpled, come-spotted sheets, spreading her thighs wide and offering him her pussy with an unaffected simplicity that made his desire stronger than ever. He devoured her with a thrilling tenderness, teasing her pussy along until it was totally alive with sexual hunger. He knew how to bring her up slowly, so that her desire would become extremely pronounced, and did not stop until her swollen clitoris was almost visibly throbbing with lusty fever.

"Mmmmm, you make me want your cock so much!" she whispered when he placed his knees between hers and leaned over her tense body. "So big, so hard and hot! Oooooh, I want to feel it going in!"

She reached down to grasp the solid pillar of highly aroused flesh which promised so much enjoyment. Her skilled, knowing fingers quickly stripped back the foreskin, leaving the bulbous, arrow-shaped head naked, and fitted it down between the lividly discolored lips of her pussy. She held it there for a moment, shuddering at the acute sensations of sexual exhilaration which even that slight contact brought, and then lifted her hips with a slight but very suggestive motion. He took the hint and leaned against her slowly.

A soft, wailing cry of ecstatic delight welled out of her throat when she felt her cunt's rim being gently nudged into a shape that exactly fitted the big rim of his prick. He. entered her with exquisite slowness, thrusting into place tenderly, and gave her ample opportunity to become accustomed to the girth of the penetrating rod, Kate's head reeled under the sensual assault; she felt as though he were fucking her into an hallucinogenic state, merely by keeping his prick so firmly in contact with her pussy's outraged flesh.

"Ohhhh, God, I can't stand it, you're making me want to come already!" she cried out. "Ugghhhhh! Do it, Rudi, do it to me! Give it to me now! I want it now, all of it, hard, all the way in".

He could feel the rapidly accumulating fury ripple through her loins and knew that her volatile nature now demanded a rapid change of pace. Thoroughly willing to accommodate her, he pressed harder against her body and the head of his cock sliced into the passionately congested tunnel formed by her cunt. He-fucked down with a long, graceful stroke that sent his prick slithering deep into that mass of hot, wet flesh. The first thrust was so excruciatingly delicious that Kate could not respond to it, but a moment later, when her brain had cleared slightly, she began fucking back with all the gusto anyone could have expected.

The easy, gliding motion of his cock spurred her on to an extraordinary display of erotic virtuosity and contributed greatly to her rapid climax. She could feel the orgasm beginning to unfold almost as soon as he had slipped the head of his prick into her cunt and every weaving, humping leap of her hips merely accentuated the rapid growth of the climax. Kate gave herself over to her quest for sexual pleasure with a commendable single-mindedness and did not cease her thrashing about until a long, deliciously satisfying orgasm had ripped through her loins; the bursts of orgasmic frenzy became even stronger when his prick once more began belching out thick, hot clouds of semen. When he plunged into her after the last throb of' feeling had passed through the thick shaft of hard muscle, he quickly collapsed atop her. Kate clasped his inert body to her breasts and ran her hands up and down his quivering back.

"Enough!" she breathed. "If you fuck me like that again I'll never be the same!"

"I couldn't fuck you that way or any other way again," he gasped. "God, I feel like my cock's wasted away to nothing!"

"No, it's still there, and very nearly as big as ever," she said. She could still feel that luxurious presence dilating the rim of her cunt, filling the vaginal canal with its magnificent bulk, but she had already guessed that his desire might be satisfied, at least for a time. "I can feel it down there, you don't have to worry about anything like that. I might like to think about fucking it down to nothing, but I'd never do that, don't worry!"

She left his apartment shortly after he had rolled off her. Going back to her own apartment, she felt that voluptuous glow of post-orgasmic pleasure, the certain evidence of having been with a masterful cocksman, and she congratulated herself on having been fortunate enough to have attracted his attention. Later that night, and the next day as well, she thought several times of the way he had brought Angie Rydall into their lovemaking. She knew that he had done so, at least in part, to stir her own imagination into especially productive channels, but she strongly suspected that he too might find it invigorating to have a third party present while indulging his powerful sex drive.

Maybe he's got a thing going with her, Kate thought as she remembered the way he had teased her by suggesting that Angie was watching him drive his massive cock up her ass. A hot-assed little piece like that, I shouldn't wonder! She certainly seemed to enjoy having him fuck it up her pussy, I'll say that for her. And the way she sucked him after they'd had that fuck! I wish we'd had more time; I'd like to get her to talking about some of the things she's done. I'll bet she was talking through her hat, though, and that hardly any of it was true.

Having that night off, Kate busied herself in cleaning her apartment, washing clothes, and taking care of a variety of mundane chores. From time to time she paused in her work, struck by something Rudi had said or by an especially vivid memory of the way he had managed to attune his body to hers, and to mesh their mutual lovemaking. She could remember several lovers who had had larger cocks but, try as she would, she could not recall a single one who had demonstrated such skill in making her want to fuck and then in satisfying the desire he had awakened.

She went to work the next night and found herself in a first-class madhouse. Crisis after crisis beset the hospital, a surprising number of them occurring on her floor, and she would not have had time for a romantic interlude with Rudi even if he had come to visit her. She saw him momentarily as she was going off duty and learned that he too had had an extremely busy night of it and, in fact, was going to have to stay at the hospital until at least noon. They exchanged regretful smiles but had to admit the obvious truth: this day was not one favorable to them or their desire for each other.

"It's going to be noon at least before I can get away," he told her. "You just wouldn't believe how it's been piling up."

"I'm afraid I would believe it," Kate said. "It's been a madhouse up where I work. I guess that there's a lot of it going around."

She went back to her apartment and fell into bed, not stirring until late that afternoon. The next night was almost as hectic, especially for Rudi; she heard his name several times over the hospital's paging system and judged that his professional services were very much in demand that evening. She saw him briefly, hurrying down a hallway with a thick stack of X-rays in their brown envelopes; he looked to be extremely harried. He took time enough to invite her over to his apartment the next night, before she went on duty, and she agreed to be there at nine.

"It won't be as much time as I'd like to have," he said, "but I'm only ten minutes from the hospital, so maybe we'll have enough time to get reacquainted."

Kate completed her turn of duty and went back to her apartment. She had no more than closed the front door behind her when the doorbell rang. She opened it to find Angie Rydall standing in her doorway. Kate's astonished reaction brought a wide grin to the girl's face.

"I decided to invite myself over, at least for a minute," Angie said. "I'd intended to come earlier but it wasn't until yesterday afternoon that I got the final okay for doing very much walking."

Kate recovered her poise and invited the girl inside. She prepared coffee for them, exchanging news with Angie, and then sat down beside the girl on the couch in her living room. Inevitably Kate recalled the way Rudi had brought Angie's name into their lovemaking. That memory brought a stir of arousal from her clitoris, one that was abetted by the girl's good looks and almost overwhelming physical attractiveness.

Angie wore a short skirt made of a stout, heavily faded denim cloth, sandals, and a nylon tank top. The latter garment fitted loosely but, due to the nature of the material, allowed the full, voluptuous shape of her breasts to be seen easily. Kate noticed that the girl's nipples protruded through the knit material with an impudent prominence; the sight did nothing whatever toward easing the commotion which had set up between her thighs.

"They decided that I could go home the day after we'd had that talk," Angie said, "and so I wasn't able to get back to you the way I'd wanted. I managed to find out your address, though, and I took a chance on stopping by. I hope you don't mind."

"No, I'm glad to see you," Kate said. "How is your knee?"

Angie explained that she was recovering rapidly and now had virtually full freedom to move about as she wished. As she listened to the girl, Kate's mind roamed back to their earlier conversation. What would Angie say, she wondered, if she knew about Rudi? No sooner had she framed that question to herself than the girl brought his name into their conversation.

"What about that groovy Doctor Mason?" Angie asked. "Rudi? Yes, that was his name. Has he been up to any more of his little therapeutic tricks?"

"As a matter of fact he has," Kate said, smiling softly. "I, err, developed a slight problem of my own and he proved to be very helpful."

"Wow, that's so neat!" the girl exclaimed, obviously happy for Kate. "Isn't he a hunk, though? Mmmm, such a stud! Tell me about it, huh? Would you mind?"

Although she had not really intended doing so, Kate now found herself describing the details of her encounter with Rudi Mason. Angie's interest, open and frank, inspired her to confide in the girl and her questions, few but very pointed, elicited the few details she had forgotten to include. Kate had seldom discussed her sexual activities in such detail with another, especially not with a female, but Angie's devout interest and receptive attitude made it much easier for her to reveal everything that she and Rudi had done. Angie was especially impressed by the fact that Kate had submitted to anal intercourse with him.

"Wow, hung the way he is?' the girl asked, lifting her eyebrows in surprise. "Man, I can hardly believe it! Didn't it almost kill you?"

"It hurt a little at first," Kate conceded, "but that doesn't last long. Once I'd become accustomed to having him in me, it just got better and better. As a matter of fact, I did wonder if maybe I wasn't dying, but it was only because it was so good. I take it, then, that you've made some effort in that line yourself?"

"There's this one guy, Jerry Capel, that I see every once in a while," Angie said, "and he's sort of a bug about fucking me in the ass. I've let him try but it just hurts too much; I've never been able to let him keep it in me for very long. He likes to diddle me in the ass with his finger while we're balling; that always makes me just melt all over. And… well, it was so good with him that I've started doing it to myself that way. That's a real blast, I've got to admit it!"

Kate could see that the girl was becoming aroused by their frank talk about sexual matters. Her cheeks, already deeply tanned, now acquired a definite flush and it seemed that her breath was faster. Her eyes glittered more hotly and her nipples, Kate felt certain, were even more prominently outlined by the clinging nylon top she wore. Kate herself could feel the effects of their talk; she was acutely conscious of her tight panties pressing against her pussy as she sat on the couch and she knew that her nipples were boring into her bra cup with greater force.

"But that was all a couple of days ago," she said when she had finished her account of her extended session of lovemaking with Rudi. "I, err, I haven't been active since then. The hospital's been a madhouse and nobody has had any time for fun and games, I'm sorry to say."

"Hey, that's too bad," Angie commiserated. "I guess maybe you're getting a little uptight, huh? Having to go so long without a good piece?"

"As a matter of fact I am," Kate agreed. "I was hoping that Rudi might be free this morning, so we could come back here and work it off, but he had to stay overtime and won't be able to get here. To be truthful, I was thinking that I might give myself a little treatment!"

"Wow, that's neat!" Angie breathed. Her eyes focused even more intently on Kate as she spoke. "Can I stay and watch? Maybe do it too? I was turned on when I got here, but listening to you talk about it, I just have this incredible horny feeling all over! Man, I could really go!"

"Yes, if you'd like to, I’d like that very much!" Kate found herself saying. "I think that would help a lot!"

With that she rose to her feet and began unfastening the front of her uniform. Angie leaned back to watch; her hot-eyed gaze, admiring but also very lustful, made Kate's own body thrill with exultation. She threw off the uniform, stripped off her bra, and peeled down her pantyhose, leaving only her skimpily cut briefs; these she lowered slowly and tossed-aside. Angie's dark, highly expressive eyes became even hotter with lusty fires as she ran them over the woman's superbly curved body.

"Wow, what a body!" Angie whispered. "And that little muff, it's just perfect! God, I'll bet he really did raise up a stiff when he saw all that!"

After a moment Angie jumped to her feet and threw off her own clothing. As Kate had suspected, she wore nothing at all under the skirt and tank top; after removing them she was totally naked. Her dark, curling pubic hair, much more profuse than Kate's growth of fur, formed a large, thick vee at the base of her belly and naturally drew one's attention there. Her body was constructed along much more voluptuous lines than Kate's, with full but very firm hips and a pair of truly outstanding breasts that reared up with girlish impudence. Her deep tan extended over almost all her body, except for a pair of tiny white triangles covering each nipple and another around her luxuriant growth of pubic fur.

"I do a lot of sunbathing," Angie said, correctly interpreting Kate's glance, "I've got a string bikini that's just a knockout."

"I can just imagine," Kate said. "My, you've got lovely nipples! Are they especially sensitive?"

"Mmmn, just alive all over!" Angie whispered. "They've been that way for a long time, even before I started having my periods. The first time I ever got off with a guy, it happened with him kissing them. He was rubbing me through my blue jeans, you know, and I'd pulled up my top to let him have them. He had this way of sort of biting them, really gently, and… well, it didn't take long, I can tell you that! And with his hand down there, where I could rub up against it, it was… Mmmm, just such a trip!"

Why the little bitch is almost begging me to do it to her! Kate thought, amazed at such forwardness in a girl so young. She's actually hoping I'll make a pass at her! Good God, isn't there anything she doesn't want to try? I won't, I swear I won't, she'll have to ask me to do it before I'll so much as touch her!

Angie had leaned back against the couch, further emphasizing the proud lift of her magnificent breasts, and now spread her thighs well apart. Kate's gaze inevitably dropped to the treasure hidden between those long, beautifully slender limbs and she saw that the girl's pussy was very highly aroused indeed. The inner lips bulged from the outer slit and were a deeply flushed shade of maroon; they were also very wet with Angie's love dew. Kate felt an almost irresistible impulse to accept the invitation being so blatantly extended but she managed to keep a firm grip on her lewd inclinations.

"It's nice to remember things like that when you're doing yourself," Kate said. She sat down at the other end of the couch and swung around to face Angie, her own thighs well apart, The girl's attention shifted down to her pussy, she saw, and she flexed her hips to make the highly aroused slit move slightly. "I like to think of some of the really good times I've had- sometimes I get so worked up over it that I don't have to do more than touch myself and I'm off!"

Angie said nothing. She seemed to have drifted off in a lust-induced stupor, a dazed state that had robbed her of her powers of speech. Her full, red lips parted slightly as she looked down at Kate's thick-lipped pussy and she began caressing her own fervently aroused slit with the tip of her right index finger. Kate watched her closely, gauging her reactions, and decided to experiment further. She wetted the tip of her own right forefinger hit that sensual fountain between her thighs, working it deep to gather up a thick coating of her pussy's rich oil, and then coated her nipples with the sensuous ointment. The touch of her finger sent shudders of lusty pleasure shooting through her loins. Keeping her attention directed toward Angie, she saw that the girl was in something very close to physical agony; the sight of her cunt-moistened finger going over her nipples, spreading the cunty oil over that tenderly charged cone of dark flesh, had evidently affected her very deeply.

"Ohhh, fucking shit!" Angie suddenly groaned. At the same time, she plunged two fingers of her right hand deep into the tension-laden mouth of her cunt and stabbed down at her clitoris with her thumb, strumming that highly aroused organ with a brutally effective stroke. "Annnnggghhhhh! Owwwwwww! Omigod, I'm getting it, I'm coming already! Oooooooohhhh!"

The speed and ferocity of her climax took Kate completely by surprise! Within the space of no more than a few seconds, the girl was throbbing and quivering violently, gripped by a hearty flood of orgasmic sensation, and had fucked herself into a thoroughgoing climax. Kate found her display of lusty pleasure to be irresistible and finished herself off quickly, stroking her rigid clitoris in such a way that her womb soon gave up the charge of sexual tension which had gathered there. She prolonged the climax for as long as possible, hoping to make it even more powerful and satisfying, and succeeded all too well; when the last ripple of orgasmic pleasure had left her pussy, she felt enervated and could hardly move,

"Well, I guess you were right," she said, smiling at Angie, who had recovered in time to watch the last phases of her jolting climax. "Having someone around to watch does make a difference! That was awfully good!"