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 Karl, the slimy bastard of an Orderly who was never there when I wanted him and always there when I wanted to be alone. That meant that I was back in Four West, 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 Karl. 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, Carol. 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, Karl; I feel fine."

"This is just to calm you down, Carol. 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, Karl."

"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, a twelve 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, Nick, had come in and Karl said that I had punched him without provocation. When I said that he had just cum in my mouth, Karl denied it. Then Nick 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 Karl'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, Karl. Call me in advance next time." He walked out with a leer, matched only by the one on Karl'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 Karl 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, Karl?"

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, Karl? 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, Karl." 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 Nick? 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, Karl."

"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 Karl 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 Karl 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, Karl 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 Karl 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, Karl, 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 Nick.

"I thought you were going to call me before you fucked her this time, Karl."

Poor Karl; he was so busy plunging into my mouth, grunting with each stroke, that he had trouble answering.

"I'm-puff, puff-sorry-puff, puff-Nick-puff, puff-but..."

"All right, all right, forget it. Spread 'em, Carol."

"I'm-puff, puff-almost..."

"I don't need her mouth, Karl, 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 Karl's load off-loaded before Nick got his meat into my pussy. I squeezed Karl's nuts to encourage him and he sped up as fast as I had ever felt him; all the while Nick was trying to pry my legs apart.

Karl 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 Karl's penis, Nick 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 Karl's legs and his shirt.

"You dirty bastard, Nick. You want to fuck me so bad that you can't wait your turn; you stupid fuck, you made me waste all that cum."

Nick was so pissed off that he pushed Karl from behind, shoving him over me onto the floor. Karl 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; Nick 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 Karl'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.

Karl was still moaning. "Shut up, Karl, 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. Karl pulled up his pants and left; I wondered what revenge he would extract from Nick, like maybe a knife in his back, but then I turned my attention to the penis before me.

Nick 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 three-year old Dana and a ton of insurance money. Gary 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 Dana as kindly as if she were his own child. We both still worked, though with different shifts, and Gary was always helpful in baby sitting and the like.

He came along too late to help me change her diaper or 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. Dana has a cute little bod and a cute face, and by the time she was twelve, her boobs were noticeable. 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 Gary 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 little girl naked in the middle of my own bed with her legs wrapped around Gary's bare ass screaming "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me; make me cum." Shit, kids get horny too, even twelve 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 Gary instead of Daddy.

So all I did was watch as Dana humped up under Gary, her pink 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 Dana bent to suck him clean, they both saw me; Gary had time to put up a hand to protect his head from the golf club I was swinging. Fuck them both!

But now Nick was pumping into me hard, when suddenly it hit me and I started to yell.

"Nick, 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 video taped 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 Nick 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."

Nick spat at me, dressed and walked out without another word.

And so began another routine day on Four West, 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 blonde with streaks of artificial gray making her look deliberately older.

"Hi. I'm Martha; call me Marty." 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, Carol? 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."

"Why?"

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 Marty'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 traveled 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 savored 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 Karl and Nick both this morning and neither one of them made me cum."

Marty laughed, looking again at my pussy hair.

"Which one left the pecker tracks?"

"That was Nick. Karl just stuck it in my mouth."

"I've wondered, how does he taste?"

Here goes nothing. "Not as good as me, I'll bet."

Marty 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 Marty 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. Marty could wait.

"Eat me first, Marty. Please. I have to cum badly."

Marty 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 Nick's dried semen, working all around yet avoiding my anxious clitoris.

"Please, Marty, don't clean me up, just make me cum."

"But then how can I compare your taste with Nick'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 Karl'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 Marty 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 Four West, 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, Marty, 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, Carol?"

Without waiting for any reply, she unhooked her bra. Over-sized breasts tumbled free, reminding me of Goldilocks and Papa Bear: they were 'tooooo big.' Her areolas seemed to be the size of half-dollars, centering 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 Karl'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 Marty 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? Karl? 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 mustache that made him look like the guy on a Community Chest card: 'You have won second prize in a beauty contest.'