The bright morning sun streaming through the window shone straight into my eyes, waking me but preventing me from seeing anything. I cupped a hand against my forehead to shade the glare, and looked around to get my bearings. My bed was twin-sized, the mattress not too comfortable, the sheets clean-smelling but threadbare. There was one chair and a sink and toilet in the corner. The grid pattern of the sun on my bed clearly represented bars, but I could tell that this room was too fancy, if you can imagine that, too fancy to be a jail cell; certainly, it didn’t look as sparse and forbidding as the cell I had occupied one night not too long ago. My nightgown did not look familiar; it looked more like a hospital gown.
The place was noisy. I could hear a lot of yelling, indecipherable but loud, the slamming of heavy doors, an occasional blood-curdling scream. Sweat was pouring from my body; I was jumpy as hell.
There was a rattle at the door, not so much an attempt to enter but rather the noise of someone making sure that the door was locked. Through the thick glass window, interlaced with wire mesh, I saw a familiar face grinning at me, leering at me. I closed my eyes, trying to remember his name and where I knew him from. And what had provoked that leer? I knew without looking that my body evoked fantasies in many a man, had no doubt that I aided unknowingly in the masturbation of a good number of them, but few if any ever gave me that obscene look as they ogled me.
Oh, yes, it was Sandeep, the slimy bastard of a Supervisor who was never there when I wanted him and always there when I wanted to be alone. That meant that I was back in Sukhi Samaj, the locked psych ward that has become my home from time to time. With my eyes still closed, I tried hard to recall what had prompted this latest incarceration, for that is what I felt about being locked up in this zoo with that pig of a Sandeep. I thought of an old black and white film I had once seen, called “The Snake Pit.” It had terrified me then, even before I became a sometimes resident of one.
The door latch clicked noisily and the door swung open on squeaky hinges. “Good morning, Sunita. I’ve got your medication for you.”
My eyes flashed to the tray in his hand, looking, searching for a cup with pills, but all I could see was that needle.
“I don’t need any medication, Sandeep; I feel fine.”
“This is just to calm you down, Sunita. You were very excited when they brought you in last night. They said you tried to kill yourself again, that you overdosed on some pills.”
“That was just an accident, Sandeep.”
“I’ll bet. You seem to have that same accident whenever you catch your husband fucking your daughter. She must be a real hot little cock-tease, an eighteen-year-old putting out for a grown man. What is this, the third time you’re here? Now relax and let me give you your shot.”
“You just want me calm so that you can stick your fat dirty penis in my mouth again, don’t you?”
“What are you talking about? I never did that.”
Well, if he wants to deny it, fine; there’s nothing I can do about it anyway. Last time I was in this place, he had fucked my face every morning, including coming in on his day off. The morning I was going to be discharged, I had not had an injection, and so I refused to swallow his cum, which I generally enjoy. Instead, I had just bit down on his pecker until he started screaming. Then he punched me in the mouth and I was the one who continued the screaming. One of the supervisors, Aamir, had come in and Sandeep said that I had punched him without provocation. When I said that he had just cum in my mouth, Sandeep denied it. Then Aamir reached toward my chest. I thought he was just going to give me a feel, but his fingers stayed on the wet spot where some of Sandeep’s cum had dripped onto the gown. He could tell that the wetness was too smooth and thick to be just water.
“You have good taste, Sandeep. Call me in advance next time.” He walked out with a leer, matched only by the one on Sandeep’s face.
When my shit-head husband had picked me up, I didn’t even bother telling him what had happened. He didn’t care about fucking me anyway; he reserved that for my daughter.
So Sandeep grabbed me and pushed me onto my face. He lifted my gown and without pleasantries, stuck a needle in my ass as I struggled. In less than a minute, I was mellow, rolling over to look up at him. I know what I said, yet I had no idea that I was saying it.
“Do you want me to suck your penis, Sandeep?”
His reply consisted of a staccato laugh as he unzipped his fly, reaching in to pull out seven inches of cut man meat, full of pulsing blood, a teeny drop of pre-cum already forming at his piss slit.
“Do you fuck every woman in this ward, Sandeep? How can your penis possibly stay this hard for all of us? How can your balls possibly make enough cum?”
“I only fuck the good looking ones, baby. The rest have to play with themselves.”
“Why, thank you for the compliment, Sandeep.” I smiled as the drug took effect, then licked the drop of salty pre-cum as I opened his belt so that I could get to his hairy balls. “But where’s Aamir? I thought you were supposed to bring him with you.”
“Oh, shit, I forgot. But I can’t go get him now; I’ll have to bring him in after you get me off.”
“He’ll be very angry, Sandeep.”
“No he won’t, baby. Not after you suck him dry.”
I wondered what was in that needle he had shot into my ass. Maybe if I got Sandeep to give me some of it, I could give myself a shot at home and get my husband to fuck me so that he wouldn’t mess with my daughter. But that little slut seemed to be enjoying it whenever I caught them. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. And after the first time, neither one of them gave a damn when I walked in on them. Fuck them both!
I licked off the drop of pre-cum and then stared at that fantastic muscle which Sandeep held right in my face. My hand juggled his nuts, more like weighing them, squeezing them gently. The blood made the head of his penis look purple, and I held it close enough to see the texture of the skin that was soon to be pushing down my throat.
My mouth opened to welcome him; that stupid fuck never would have had a problem with me last time if he had made sure I had my shot before he stuck it between my teeth. My saliva dribbled along his penis as I sucked, not caring if anyone walked in on us. It didn’t occur to me at that time that my lack of caring, lack of discretion if you will, was the same as my husband and daughter. Just so long as I got a sweet mouthful of thick, creamy baby juice. I love it, I’ve always loved it, that slightly salty taste, the smooth consistency, like melted ice cream, only warmer and better.
My hands played with his balls as he stroked it into me. Every stroke was accompanied by a loud grunt; it sounded as though I was watching championship tennis on television, except here the athlete had his pants on the floor. And in his hand was not a tennis racket but an erect penis. Well, actually, only a little bit of a penis, for the rest was buried between my lips, curled under to protect that fat salami from my teeth.
Give it to me, Sandeep baby, fuck my face hard. What the fuck was in that hypodermic to make me so anxious to swallow his cum? I squeezed his balls to try to get him to shoot more quickly; his firm hand on my forearm pulled my fingers off him. The bastard was trying to hold back, which I guess is normal for guys, but I wanted his gooey cream without delay. The strange part of all this was that I hardly ever got to cum myself, but I didn’t give a damn.
When you stop to think about it, since I was kept in a locked room, maybe I was being raped, especially that first time when I didn’t realize how much I would love the salty but sweet taste of his sperm. And maybe it was rape because I didn’t want it until he stuck that needle in my ass every day.
But when I thought about how much better it tasted and felt than what came out of my prick of a husband’s prick, or even my dear late first husband, or even the majority of the Ridgefield High student body and faculty (male, that is), when I thought about all of them, what Sandeep was about to deliver into my gullet was so good that it couldn’t possibly be called rape. Or maybe it was just so good because it was what was available at the moment, and anybody else’s cum would have tasted just as fine. I didn’t know, I didn’t care, I just wanted him to hurry up and use my mouth for his scumbag. Fuck breakfast, Sandeep, just give me the only nourishment I need. And it had better be a full load.
I heard the lock click and the door creak open, then slam shut. I knew without looking that it had to be Aamir.
“I thought you were going to call me before you fucked her this time, Sandeep.”
Poor Sandeep; he was so busy plunging into my mouth, grunting with each stroke, that he had trouble answering.
“I’m-puff, puff-sorry-puff, puff-Aamir-puff, puff-but…”
“All right, all right, forget it. Spread ’em, Sunita.”
“I don’t need her mouth, Sandeep, just shut up. Spread ’em, baby.”
This was something new. I had been giving blow jobs every day in this place, but now for the first time I was going to be fucked. Not that I was a virgin, mind you; I liked penis every which way, but even back in high school I never took on two guys at once. Only maybe I would get to cum this time. Still, I kept my knees together and sucked like mad, hoping to get Sandeep’s load off-loaded before Aamir got his meat into my pussy. I squeezed Sandeep’s nuts to encourage him and he sped up as fast as I had ever felt him; all the while Aamir was trying to pry my legs apart.
Sandeep and I won the battle; with a final grunt, his cum poured into my mouth. Even as I swallowed rapidly and continued to suck every drop of that wonderful discharge from Sandeep’s penis, Aamir reached around him and slapped my face. I was so surprised that I spit out everything in my mouth, including the penis, streaks of cum going all over Sandeep’s legs and his shirt.
“You dirty bastard, Aamir. You want to fuck me so bad that you can’t wait your turn; you stupid fuck, you made me waste all that cum.”
Aamir was so pissed off that he pushed Sandeep from behind, shoving him over me onto the floor. Sandeep hit his head and started moaning, but I could tell that it wasn’t bad.
“Spread ’em, cunt, or I’ll break off your fucking leg and fuck you with the stump.” The crazed look in his eyes told me not to fight any longer. And besides, I couldn’t remember when I had last had a penis inside me. Whatever was in that needle was working, and I relaxed myself; Aamir pushed them apart roughly. He held one of my legs in a meaty hand while he used the other hand to drop his pants and shorts.
His penis stood ready for action, longer even than Sandeep’s but somewhat slimmer. Whatever, it looked good enough to do the job, to give me that orgasm that even my own hand could rarely deliver any more.
Sandeep was still moaning. “Shut up, Sandeep, and get the fuck out of here or you’re fired. I can do this without your help or your fucking noise.”
Which struck me as a funny remark, what with all the noise up and down the hallway from every other room in this nut house. Sandeep pulled up his pants and left; I wondered what revenge he would extract from Aamir, like maybe a knife in his back, but then I turned my attention to the penis before me.
Aamir might have thought that he was raping me until he felt my hand on his pecker, guiding it into me. My pussy was soaking wet and wide open for him, and I jumped as that long thing quickly hit bottom, rubbing my clit as it entered. I tried to remember that last big O I had enjoyed, or even the last little o; I think it was after the first time I found my husband and my daughter in bed together, his eyes glazed and her face all aglow, before I took all those pills.
My first husband had died unexpectedly, leaving me with ten -year old Nairita and a ton of insurance money. Ashoke came along two years later, and at first it was a perfect fit; I still don’t think he married me for my money. He became a wonderful father, step-father if you will, and treated Nairita as kindly as if she were his own child. We both still worked, though with different shifts, and Ashoke was always helpful in baby sitting and the like.
He came along too late to help bathe her, but he did go along when I bought clothes for her, and put in his own two cents. Maybe I should have figured it out then. Nairita has a cute little bod and a cute face, and by the time she was eighteen, her boobs were big. It never occurred to me to wonder about her cuddling up in ‘Daddy’s’ lap while they watched TV, squirming when the plot became exciting. Or maybe I should have figured something out when Ashoke stopped fucking me and just wanted me to give him blow jobs.
Whatever it was, I never figured it out until the evening I came home unexpectedly early from my ‘girls night out’, only to find my girl naked in the middle of my own bed with her legs wrapped around Ashoke’s bare ass screaming “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me; make me cum.” Shit, teens get horny too, even eighteen year olds, and I probably could have handled all of it, her sexual experience as well as his infidelity, if only she had called him Ashoke instead of Daddy.
So all I did was watch as Nairita humped up under Ashoke, her dark pussy lips alternately appearing and receding behind his nuts, two orgasms arrived simultaneously, his cum shining on his penis as he finished his stroking. When he rolled over and Nairita bent to suck him clean, they both saw me; Ashoke had time to put up a hand to protect his head from the golf club I was swinging. Fuck them both!
But now Aamir was pumping into me hard, when suddenly it hit me and I started to yell.
“Aamir, I’m as fertile as I can be. Pull out if you don’t want a baby.”
After that, it was slow motion, sort of like a videotaped at high speed and then viewed at normal speed. I pushed his stomach to get his penis out of me while his eyes sloooowly widened. When he was clear of my pussy, I grabbed his penis to jerk it and watched as his first ejaculation sloooowly left his piss hole and languidly sailed through the air toward my eye, which it eventually hit. It was as though, even as I knew it couldn’t be, it was as though I could see the different consistencies of his semen approaching me, could see the individual sperm cells wagging their tails as they thought they were going into my vagina to search for an egg to fertilize. It was the same with the second spurt, only now I could HEAR their screams as they realized they would land outside my body, their lives wasted.
What was in that fucking hypodermic? I had never dripped acid; does anyone do that anymore, and do they call it that still? Yet the scene was psychedelic, obviously drug-induced. I wanted never to come out of it.
But suddenly Aamir was screaming at me in real time. “You stupid cunt, you stupid asshole.” And his last few shots came out at normal speed, to land on my stomach and finally in the hairs surrounding my love tunnel.
“Fuck you, you bastard; you didn’t even make me cum.”
Aamir spat at me, dressed and walked out without another word.
And so began another routine day on Sukhi Samaj, the place they locked up those of us who are claimed to be dangers to ourselves or to society. Locked us up to protect ourselves and society, and coincidentally to give them fuck toys, places to dump their cum.
I napped, I’m not sure for how long. I was awakened by the sound of the door latch again, this time announcing the arrival of a woman in pink scrubs. Even under those loose fitting clothes, she clearly had a ripe body, full breasts straining for freedom and hips made for delivering babies. Her hair flowed, looking freshly washed, a natural black with streaks of artificial gray making her look deliberately older.
“Hi. I’m Priyanka; call me Pri.” Even her name seemed older. The clear plastic bag in her hand obviously contained my clothing; a flowered housecoat was evident. The only other thing that would have been in the bag was a thong.
“Go away, don’t bother me.”
“What’s the matter, Sunita? What did I do wrong?”
I blushed, a reflexive act from somewhere deep in my memory; it had been a long time since my last blush. An apology was due her.
“I’m sorry; it’s just that I’m cranky this morning.”
It was really none of her business, but one loses a lot of privacy, and a lot of inhibitions, when one is locked up in a hospital. Still, I remained silent.
She shrugged. “I’ve brought your clothes. Let me help you; take off that gown.”
As it dropped to the floor, I saw Pri’s eyes focus on my nipples, standing at attention, and then drift down to the dried cum around my pussy. She raised her eyebrows, but still I said nothing. She dug into the bag and found my thong. The slightest smile cracked her straight face, and this time her raised eyebrows conveyed a question.
There was no reason not to answer. In fact, my little brain quickly calculated that an answer might be useful. Although I had never travelled to that sunny island, I had long since learned to experience the pleasures reputed to be practiced on the Isle of Lesbos.
The world cannot exist with penis, needed to deliver the sperm to reproduce the human race. And let’s face it, the friction from a long, hard penis is one of the better ways to produce an orgasm. But no woman should die without ever having often savoured the sweet taste, the soft touch, the kinship of another female body, the experience of shared one-ness that makes us different from them, the natural desire to please another rather than merely to ejaculate as they do. No woman I have ever enjoyed has ever screamed or moaned her orgasm and then rolled off to the bathroom in ten seconds flat.
And at that moment, I didn’t just want that body, I needed it badly. It was time to fess up.
“I had sex with Sandeep and Aamir both this morning and neither one of them made me cum.”
Pri laughed, looking again at my pussy hair.
“Which one left the pecker tracks?”
“That was Aamir. Sandeep just stuck it in my mouth.”
“I’ve wondered; how does he taste?”
Here goes nothing. “Not as good as me, I’ll bet.”
Pri glanced to be sure that the door was closed, then pulled her top off over her head, to reveal the soft swell of large breasts oozing out over the top of her bra. I began to kiss the exposed portions and Pri moaned, her arms pinning my head to her chest. Wait a minute; something was wrong. I was the one who had recently engaged in sexual acts with two different men without an orgasm, and for the time being, it was my own pleasure that I was concerned about. Pri could wait.
“Eat me first, Pri. Please. I have to cum badly.”
Pri obliged; she pushed me onto my back and spread my legs. My pink love lips gapped open, awaiting her tongue. But first she began to lick me clean of Aamir’s dried semen, working all around yet avoiding my anxious clitoris.
“Please, Pri, don’t clean me up, just make me cum.”
“But then how can I compare your taste with Aamir’s?”
Her question may have been logical, but I had no interest in theory; I needed her tongue to give me an orgasm without delay. Still a bit mellow from Sandeep’s hypodermic needle, yet climbing the walls from lust, I became temporarily stronger than my larger companion and forced her face directly between my legs. In retrospect, I eventually figured out that what I thought was force was really guidance, for she never fought back.
Finally, in the position she really wanted to be in, her tongue did its job, licking my nether lips and plunging inside me, sometimes backing out of the way so that she could nip my close-in pubic hair.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Her lips fastened on my clitoris and as she sucked, her hand snaked between my cheeks and a finger massaged my puckered rear opening. Though my experience there was limited, in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care what she did.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
It’s taken me longer to type this than it did for Pri to pleasure me. Her sucking continued as her thump plumbed the depths of my vagina, her two fingers holding me like a bowling ball, bringing me over the top.
“Yes, yes, YES, YES, YES, AAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE.”
It was my first orgasm ever behind the locked doors of Sukhi Samaj, and I looked up to be sure that we hadn’t been overheard, until I realized that my scream was drowned out by the chaos of the ward, everyone’s uncaring noises mixing into an unrecognizable noisy babble.
“Thank you, thank you, Pri, I needed that so badly.”
She gave me a mock frown. “Do you think that a mere ‘thank you’ is all I want from you, Sunita?”
Without waiting for any reply, she unhooked her bra. Over-sized breasts tumbled free, reminding me of Papa Bear: they were ‘tooooo big.’ Her areolas seemed to be the size of coins, cantering large, distended nipples. She brought her chest to my face and when I began to fondle and suck, I realized that they were ‘juuust right.’
As I sucked, I felt her fumbling, removing her pants and panties while still suspended over me. My hand moved between her legs, tangling in a full bush of pubic hair. I wondered if she ever trimmed it; maybe I would suggest it to her. She was as wet as any woman gets from sexual arousal, and though my nose was up near her nipples, I could still smell her excitement and it aroused me anew. I resolved that this woman whom I had never met before would leave with an orgasm that she would never forget.
My hands moved to her butt cheeks, surprisingly small in comparison to the size of her breasts. Each hand grasped a cheek as I pulled her up onto my face. Now I was the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood: ‘the better to eat you with, my dear.’ And eat her I did, attacking like a woman famished. Famished I truly was, for the taste of Sandeep’s penis and its discharge was nothing as compared to the sweet pleasure of wet vaginal lips with an aroused clitoris.
With one hand I held her charms hard to my face, to my flailing tongue, while my other hand was between my own legs, continuing what Pri thought she had finished earlier. I licked her entrance, probed inside her, sucked her juices as though they came through a straw, nibbled her clitoris, moved a hand to explore her rear. She was supporting herself on her fists, one on each side of my head, and was bucking as though she had put a quarter in one of those machines in front of western saloons.
She had not warned me that she was a squirter, and with her orgasm came a blast of liquid all over my face, up my nose. The shock gave me an instant picture of drowning, and I thought it might be fun to drown in the pussy juice of someone who had just given me such a needed bit of relief.
Did anyone in this mental hospital ever try to treat the patients, or did they just use us as sex toys? Not that being a sex toy was so bad, but why did no one seem to care that the activity could be viewed through the glass in the door by anyone passing by? Were my pussy and my mouth not seen as parts of my body but as employee benefits, perks to be taken at will? How many of those distant screams were orgasms?
What was that drug and who do I have to fuck to get more of it? Sandeep? Even that would be worth it.
It was sometime after lunch when they unlocked my door and invited me to join them for a walk. Like I really had a choice. They took me to an office area and a door marked ‘psychiatrist’, which gave me a pretty good clue. They knocked, I heard a chair shuffle on a wooden floor, and the door was unlocked from inside by a kindly looking old guy, white hair and a moustache that made him look like the guy on a Community Chest card: ‘You have won second prize in a beauty contest.’
I went in and he closed the door behind me; the click told me that I was again locked in. We looked each other over like fighters in a ring; well, almost like fighters, because while I stared at his face-he really wasn’t that old-he stared at my breasts, my nipples poking through the thin material I wore.
He introduced himself; I didn’t have to, since I could see that he had a file on his desk with my name on it. He gestured me toward a chair and I sat; it was positioned far enough away from his desk so that he could study my body. They’re all pigs.
“Do you know why you’re here, Sunita?”
“Someone just came to my room and led me here.”
“No, I mean do you know why you’re in this hospital?”
“Sure. I found my husband in bed with my daughter and I overdosed on some pills. I do that whenever I catch them.” My voice was rising.
“And how often have you found them in bed together?”
My voice dropped to a whisper. “Just a few.”
“Have you asked your husband why he goes to bed with your daughter?” This guy was still not looking at my face, just at my breasts.
I started to scream. “What kind of stupid question is that? He takes her to bed because he’s a fucking pig, like all of you.”
The doctor stood; my eyes left his face and dropped to the large bulge in the front of his pants. He was undoubtedly glad to see me, as the expression goes. I’ve been bulged at before, pretty often, thank you, but there’s something sacrilegious when the bulge is in the pants of a doctor who’s supposed to be treating me. That’s as bad as being lusted after by your divorce lawyer. But before I had a chance to be offended, he spoke.
“Sunita, Sunita, you must calm down. I’m going to give you some medication, the same as Sandeep gave you earlier today. Okay?”
I nodded, trying to hold back a grin. I LOVE that medicine; it gets me calm and hot at the same time.
“Come here and lean over the desk, Sunita.”
As I did so, he went to the counter at the side of the room and began to prepare the hypodermic. My breathing was shallow in anticipation of the wonderful feeling I was about to experience. The doctor-you may wonder why I call him that, but it’s because he never gave me his name-came up behind me and quickly exposed my bottom. He chuckled at the sight of my thong. Before he gave me the shot, he rubbed himself up against me; I could feel the smooth fabric of an expensive suit covering the hard presence of a blood-filled penis.
Though the needle hadn’t touched me yet, my pussy was already wet with my dew, awaiting the baring of his hard appendage and its entry into my soul. I reached behind me to fondle his package and he pressed harder against my hand. Then, after a quick swipe of an alcohol pad but with no further warning, the needle was in me, pouring whatever it was that loosed my inhibitions.
“Sunita, you must stop thinking of your husband as a pig and instead you must think of him as a man with sexual needs that somehow you have not satisfied. That is why he has turned to your daughter for relief. Try harder to please him so that he will not want to stray.”
I was about to tell the doctor that he was full of shit with that statement when his fingers went under my thong to caress my pussy and the medication started to take effect. I sighed and leaked, marveling as though I was merely an observer as I felt him kick off his shoes and then, using only one hand, remove his pants and shorts. His powerful penis lay against one of my cheeks, a drop of moisture representing his pre-cum. The bottom of his shirt was bunched up against me, but he didn’t seem to care.
He pulled my thong down to around my knees and left it there; I had to wriggle my hips and legs to get it to drop to the floor, where I kicked it aside.
While his fingers diddled my clitoris, I felt his thumb work its way up the crack in back toward my anus. I stiffened; while I had been entered that way in the past, it was not something that I relished or practiced often. The medication apparently only worked on my front entrance, which continued to leak. He felt my resistance and began to whisper, as though he were seducing me rather than assaulting me.
“Don’t worry, Sunita, I’ll use lots of lubrication.”
He did proceed to grease me up well, at least enough to satisfy his conscience, but his thumb was still not welcome there. He was using an exit as an entrance, but that didn’t make the exit any larger. My clit was abandoned as his fingers pressed in back, working into me; first one, then a second. All the while I moaned in discomfort if not pain; when a third finger tried to press into me, I screamed. He backed off, waiting. Finally, finally, it was as though I could feel the medication flowing back from my pussy through my hips toward my anus.
I sighed, and he could sense the change in my body, now rapidly relaxing to accept his sodomy, anticipating even the forthcoming penis. Dear doctor was a considerate rapist; regardless of what the drug was doing to my body and my brain, it was still rape, still a violation of my soul. As I lay bent over the desk, my eyes scanned its contents; at that moment, if I saw a pair of scissors, I would have used them. Or a sharp letter opener.
But the desk had nothing save my file, and as I felt the first fraction of an inch of his penis press against my sphincter, thoughts of violence left me and I mentally collapsed, waiting, waiting anxiously, for him to please himself inside my body. Maybe his fingers again playing with my clitoris, probing into my pussy, helped; they certainly didn’t hurt.
He continued to grease us both, every fraction of an inch; it must have been a full five minutes before I felt his hips pressing against my cheeks, felt the first slap of his testicles against the area of my rarely used, my forbidden entrance. His hands were on my back; I couldn’t tell if he was caressing, massaging me, supporting himself or just holding me down.
My colon, my rectum-I’ve never made a study of the names back there-spread to accept the fat penis, fatter than any I had ever had up there. I was about to type the word ‘welcomed’, but that is not what I felt. For all the lubrication he used, despite the medication injected into me, I still felt pain. And as he drew back and plunged in again and again, I moaned, not in pleasure but in discomfort, pain.
And while he could tell from my moaning that I wasn’t enjoying his invasion through my anus, he was not deterred. Instead, his speed increased as his blood filled member took control of his brain, rubbing me raw, abrading the inside of my body wordlessly until his grunt announced the imminent spurt of warm semen uselessly into me.
Useless for me at least; I guess he must have enjoyed his orgasm at my expense.
I yelled. “Get off me, you prick!”
His voice remained soft, ever the psychiatrist. “What’s the matter, Sunita? Has your husband never entered you from behind?”
“Fuck you, asshole!” I pressed back, then pulled forward quickly; his penis came out of me with an audible pop. I felt his cum oozing out of me and dripping down my leg; I couldn’t remember ever feeling so disgusted.
“I think we must adjust your medication.”
I slapped at his face but he fended me off easily. Then I looked at him standing there, naked from the waist down, penis still erect. I looked at it and gave a falsetto laugh; in response, it began to shrivel.
“Clean my dick.”
No way was I going to take anything into my mouth that had just been in my rectum.
He pushed a button beneath his desk and soon a Supervisor came to escort me back to my little cell. The Supervisor looked at the floor, at my thong still lying there. He leered at me, and I spat at his face, but the spittle landed on his shirt. He said nothing. Nor did I; nor the doctor. His cum was still drying on my leg.
Ashoke and Nairita didn’t come to visit me until after dinner. My medication had worn off and I was no longer hot and horny. Neither was I morose, however; a hard day of fucking had made me realize in a cold blooded manner the strange goings-on in my home, and the realization that it was up to me to make it right, make it normal.
Nairita’s breasts were firm and close to full, despite her young age. I envied the glances she continually drew from boys her own age, wishing that my own had developed as early as had hers.
They came in holding hands, chastely, but their giggling gave away the secret to all and sundry that they were not father-daughter but man-woman, physical lovers. That and the way Ashoke massaged, no, caressed Nairita’s shoulders as she sat in the one chair. His fingers constantly slipped down the front of her blouse to tweak her nipples, and when they did, her hands pressed over his to delay their return to her shoulders. They reeked of sex; my daughter’s pussy let my nose know that it had been a very busy day. In short, they didn’t care who knew what they had been doing with each other.
I was hurt, angry, yet resigned. My daughter and my husband were open lovers and they were flaunting it, slapping me in the face every moment. Still, they both still cared for me, and that I could also see. Their sex-play was instinctive, not deliberate.
I was shaking as the events of the day poured out of my mouth; my girl’s shenanigans made it unnecessary for me to watch my language. And as they listened, their eyes widened in disbelief. They could understand sexual attraction, of course, even between two women. (As for Ashoke, I could see his pants tenting up when I told that part.) What troubled them was the fact that the entire zoo staff, for that’s how I thought of those animals, made a pattern of using me as their toy, and of using any of the other patients who looked half decent, raping me by fear, by violence, by drugs.
And when I was finished, sobbing through a box of tissues, Ashoke was holding me tightly and Nairita was gripping both of us around our waists, a soap opera scene. But while we stood as a group, I felt for the first time in a long time the hardness of Ashoke’s penis pressing against me.
“Is that erection for me, Ashoke, or is it for Nairita? Or for Priyanka?”
“It’s only for you, Sunita.”
I looked toward my daughter. “Can I have him back for a little while, Nairita?”
She was crying. “I’m sorry we hurt you, Mommy. Of course you can have him. But I’d hate to give up that beautiful cock forever.”
“Maybe we can share him, dear.”
Ashoke laughed. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He looked toward the door to be sure that it was locked, not that the staff couldn’t walk in on us. He put his hand under my gown, feeling my bare bottom.
“Didn’t you come here with underwear?”
“I forgot to tell you that my thong is on the floor in the doctor’s office.”
“Let’s all get out of here now and go home to the big bed.”
“How are we going to do that? We can’t just walk out, I’m locked in.”
Ashoke started banging on the window of the door. “I’m going to see whoever’s in charge of this place. If they don’t let you come home with us, we’ll be back in an hour with half the police force in town.”
The night director, whatever the hell her title was, didn’t put up a fight. She was brand new on the job but had already seen enough to know what was going on behind the locked doors. On the way home, I told Ashoke that he should call the police anyway.
“I don’t have to. The woman I spoke to is putting together a dossier on what’s going on there and she asked me to wait a week for her to go public.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll call the police.”
Ashoke and Nairita sat me between them in the car; I guess they were afraid I might jump out of the moving car. No chance of that; I was cold sober, drug-wise, and determined to save my marriage. As he drove, Ashoke’s right hand idly rubbed the top of my left thigh, affection I had not felt from him for so so long. I responded in kind, feeling the moisture between my bare legs, the welcoming juice that had all day been produced only by a hypodermic needle.
Suddenly I felt Nairita’s hand on my other thigh, also rubbing in an innocent way. My head spun toward her; still sober, yet now I was dizzy with confusion.
Just how much had my little girl learned so early in life? Had she been experimenting with one of her girlfriends and then graduated to Ashoke’s penis? She sat looking forward, viewing the oncoming cars, but I’m a mother; I know when she’s lying, which this was, though she spoke not a word.
“What are you doing, Nairita?”
She looked at me, eyes blinking in innocence. “Well, I agreed in the hospital to share Daddy with you. Maybe he’ll agree to share me with you.”
I was about to scream at her not to call him Daddy, but then I realized it would be a mistake. I wanted to save my family, not destroy it. Softly, “Where did you learn about women?”
Nairita hesitated. “Aunt Sakshi.”
She nodded. My head snapped toward Ashoke. “Have you been fucking my sister too?”
He shook his head. “Absolutely not, Sunita.” I believed him; I still do.
“Let’s get home quickly. I can’t wait for my own bed.”
Ashoke blushed. “It’s a little messy.”
“I could have guessed that. Let’s go mess it up some more.”
My left hand was still on Ashoke’s leg, leaving my right hand available to explore between my own legs. I lifted the nightgown to allow my fingers access to my soaking lips; after just a second, I felt Nairita’s fingers atop mine. She took control of my hand and used it to masturbate me as though it were her own. Still, when she would press my fingers inside me, her own came along also, a make-believe double penis penetrating my body and soul.
I saw no reason to stop her. Maybe this craziness could work out after all. As for my sister, she and I had started experimenting when she was eleven and I was nine, though it had stopped when we both got married. What the heck, if Nairita wants to play with her, why not? She was a damn good teacher.
My eyes closed as Nairita worked my hand on and inside me. Intending no disrespect to my little girl-woman, all I could picture was Ashoke’s penis in front of my face, my hand pulling it back and forth, my eyes focused on the slit in front until a spurt of creamy cum shot out into the air toward my mouth, my tongue flicking out like a snake to catch the sweet liquid in mid-air. When had I last tasted Ashoke’s sauce on the fly like that?
My mind returned to Nairita’s fingers, snaking between my own to dig deeply into my vagina, to wriggle back and squeeze my clitoris, to flick in back and forth. Yes, my dear sister had taught her well.
Ashoke was concentrating on his driving and had no idea what we were doing, until he heard my “AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE.” He smiled, glancing over me to look at Nairita. I could tell what he was thinking: ‘You never scream like your mother does, Nairita.’ But he was too smart to say anything. Instead, his eyes came back to me, and he mouthed silently, “I love you.”
I thought, but without anger, ‘Well, you really should love me if I’m letting you fuck my eighteen-year-old daughter.’
At the house, naked in my bed, I felt the two of them begin to attack me. No, that’s not the right word; I should say they began to service me, for it was clear that their only desires of the moment were that I should be pleasured. Oh, yes, they were hedonistic enough to want their own pleasures, from me and from each other, but at that time I was their only concern. And it felt good for a change.
Nairita’s mouth was on a nipple, sucking for the milk she once received from it, it felt like only yesterday. My arm was around her head, holding her mouth to me, taking again the excitement that her baby lips had once given me.
Ashoke stood above us, stripping slowly. My breath became audible as I watched each garment drop to the floor, until that deep intake of air when his shorts came free of his penis, that beautiful piece of meat I remembered and missed so much. Nairita raised her mouth off me, turned her head toward the cause of my gasp, and then giggled, still a little girl though she was experienced in using her body as a woman.
I reached to take Ashoke’s throbbing member in my hand, but he backed away, dropping instead to his knees to worship at my nether lips, leaking with lubrication from inside my pussy. His tongue gently and slowly went up one side of my pussy and down the other. Into my mind popped the song “Oklahoma”, the line about a hawk ‘making lazy circles in the sky.’
And like the hawk making those lazy circles that suddenly dives to earth when he spots his prey, so too did Ashoke every so often dive with his tongue inside me, to suck my juices and to wrap around my clitoris, bringing me ever closer to another screaming orgasm.
As I began to moan, nearing that supreme moment of bliss, Nairita lifted her mouth from my nipple and moved it to kiss me, her tongue forcing my teeth apart, not that I tried so hard to keep her out. Her lips clamped on mine prevented the scream, but my loud moaning told Ashoke that I was there and that he could let up.
But he didn’t let up; he just substituted his hard penis for his fingers and tongue. The hard flesh rubbing against my soft insides felt wonderful, the idea of being made love to without the need for pharmaceuticals to warm my body. I wanted his cum inside me, shooting through my body. I realized in an instant that I was tremendously fertile. Did I want another baby? Would a baby bind Ashoke and me together, or just drive us apart again? Would Nairita love her little brother or sister, or would it just be a little brat to bother her? I decided that I didn’t care, only that I didn’t want Ashoke to stop, didn’t want to interrupt him to get a condom or to pull out of me when he was ready to cum. I just wanted his little soldiers splashing inside me, and so I just let him continue.
As I savoured Ashoke’s hard penis pushing out against my vaginal walls, spreading them for his pleasure, and mine, Nairita knelt over me, pulling her sweater over her head. She had long since outgrown a training bra and her firm breasts were bursting out over the top of her cups. Oh, how lucky she was to have headlights like that to mesmerize all the boys. And Ashoke too, but I no longer cared about that.
She reached behind herself to unhook the bra. Can anyone tell me why all bras are not front-opening? Her breasts popped free and she brought a nipple to my mouth; I sucked it without holding it, since both my hands were on Ashoke’s ass cheeks, pulling him into me. After a while, Nairita slowly lifted her breast from my mouth. Flat on my back, Ashoke pumping into me, I tried to hang on to her nipple but she got it away from me, only to replace it with her sweet lips on mine. Daughters don’t kiss mothers that way, I thought as her tongue gently pried its way between my teeth. Not many do, anyway, I soon realized; only the lucky mothers get to experience that delightful and exciting sensation.
Her hands pulled the back of my head toward her, sealing the space between our lips. My eyes explored hers, intensely concentrating on me, and then I saw them in the beginning stages of a twinkle, feeling a smile on her face that I couldn’t see, but knew was there, enjoying me as I enjoyed her, this little angel-slut from my loins. Had she learned the use of her tongue from her own step-father, my sometimes bastard of a husband? Likely my sister had taught her that trick; the way she had taught me so many ways to please a woman. Maybe one of the boys or girls at school, maybe a lesbian porn film had been her educator.
Fuck it, I didn’t care. I just knew I was in a ménage a trois in which every touch against my skin immediately translated into sensations in my clit, bringing my body back to sanity, bringing even my mind back toward the reality of happy existence.
I twisted my face away from Nairita’s lips so that I could speak.
“Sit on my face, baby.”
Then I could see the broad smile on her face, the knowledge that the moment had arrived for her to be pleasured. I guess she didn’t yet understand that I was going to be equally pleased by giving her the next orgasm, that giving is an integral part of getting. Women learn that quickly, men much more slowly; some of them never do, and their lives are the worse for it.
Ashoke didn’t need my hands to hold his ass cheeks anymore. He was buried inside me and wasn’t going to slip out, so I moved them to position Nairita’s pussy over my face, pulling her down to me as my tongue explored upward into her tunnel of love, her tunnel of lust. My husband’s thrusting soon accomplished what it always did, bringing me over the top to another wonderful orgasm, my screams again muffled into moans by the sweet pussy squashed against my mouth.
But Ashoke could tell that I had cum, and he started to speed up his stroking so that he could get himself off. As I gnawed my child’s clit, I put one hand on Ashoke’s cock and held it away from me on the upstroke. Again I had to free my mouth to talk.
“Fuck her while I eat her, Ashoke.”
At that point, I couldn’t see either face, yet I knew that my words had brought them two of the largest smiles they had ever had. I released Ashoke’s cock as Nairita sank back onto my face. The cock soon worked its way up my chest until I felt it slide along my chin and move into Nairita’s ready cunt. The bottom rubbed along the edge of my tongue as it drove inside my baby from behind. She gasped as the two different sensations attacked her clit. My hands blindly moved up to caress her breasts, only to find Ashoke’s hands already there. We fought over the two available nipples trying to accommodate four hands, and Nairita giggled at the silliness before her breathing changed into that desperate hunger for an orgasm or three.
“I’m getting there, Mommy; I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too, Sunita.”
“Do it together, the two of you. Please.”
They ejaculated together, his creamy white discharge shooting up inside her pussy and then oozing out on each backstroke, while her clear liquid poured onto my face with each throb of her clitoris, diluting the sperm that my tongue pulled inside my hungry mouth, my own pussy drooling with excitement.
Nairita fell forward, her belly pressed against my head. I felt Ashoke pull out of her, his wet cock tracing a line of cum down the valley between my breasts. The bed rose as he got off and walked around to the head of it.
“Clean me off, baby.”
I turned my head toward the sound, ready to perform that enjoyable ritual. Only when I got it out from under Nairita, I saw that she already had Ashoke’s cock in her hand and mouth, giving it the gentle ministrations that so excite man after he has withdrawn a spent penis from a wet cunt.
“That’s my job, Nairita.”
“Hush, Mommy. Aren’t we partners?”
I laughed and watched her obviously experienced mouth work on my husband. I wasn’t jealous; I knew that she would take care of this man I loved, most of the time, anyway, and that he would treat her as more than just a quick fuck. I knew that my marriage would survive with the three of us in one bed, figuratively and sometimes literally. I felt safe, I felt cured, I felt sanity returning to my mind.
Would it last?