Psycho Ward Sex

"Oh, fuck me, please fuck me! I need your cock so badly. Rip into my pussy, please, please!" Karen screeched the words in a blinding rage of sexual passion at the white-coated fifty-year-old man standing before her.

Gently he drew her away from the stairs and the post where she had been grasping so intently. He smiled, not kindly, but lewdly, deep thoughts forming within his mind. Thoughts of sex.

Karen Beal is a beautiful girl, all golden hair and pale white skin that's almost translucent. But her eyes are blank, sparked only with a very faint glow of the intelligence she once had. She whines a lot now, and she sometimes barks like a dog.

When she talks, which isn't often, her words are always sexually oriented.

She nearly killed one of the nurses one time.

And she swears she will finish the job yet.

Karen is in a psycho ward. She got there by a long route which started when her parents came home unexpectedly from a vacation and caught her with a swapping party going on in their home.

Man, did it upset them to find their daughter screwing boy after boy!

A whole string of psychiatrists have talked to Karen, trying to straighten her out. A few of them have laid her-not on the couch, but on a bed. One of them told her, "I want to help you, Karen. You're suffering. I know that. I can see you suffering. And why not? All life is suffering. We all have to give up something of what we are and what we like in order to be happy."

Karen was a very sick girl. She knew she needed help. But there was one thing she wouldn't give up! Not Karen, who was a tiger in bed.

Why couldn't the psychiatrists see that Karen couldn't give up fucking? When one gives up breathing, he is dead. Fucking, to Karen, was as natural as breathing, and without it, she was the same as dead. It wasn't the shock of having been caught screwing that had unbalanced Karen. It was the shock of being cut off from sex. It made her feel unsure of herself, but those damned psychiatrists didn't understand that.

Neither did her parents. They had let her be carted off to the psycho ward.

At times, she became so hot she had to have it in any way! Once, she edged up to the stair newel and gave it hell. She didn't care that a nurse was watching from the office doorway.

The nurse reported her to the head doctor.

He scratched his belly and leered. "She's quite a woman, It's a shame to waste all that good stuff on the stair post!"

By now, Karen had torn her clothes off, too.

The doctor went up behind her, and his hot breath was wet on her neck. "I'll handle her," he said to the nurse.

The nurse's stiff, starched skirt made a rustling noise. "Karen," she said, "won't you let the doctor help you?"

The girl crouched naked and writhing over the stair post, her cupped hands pulling it to her. She was caressing it, stroking, as her hips gyrated in a jerky tick-tock motion that made all the softness of her body jingle and bounce as she grasped the newel tightly.

Behind her, the doctor laughed, thick and wet.

"Karen," he said, touching her shoulder, "I want to help you. Oh, how I want to help you!"

She kept making sinuous, frenzied love to the post, paying no attention to him. He tugged at her shoulder, trying to pull her away.

She turned and spat into his face.

His hand tightened on her flesh and he pulled her from the post. High and wild screams rang through the ward.

The other patients heard, and the sound spread from its disturbed center to engulf everyone. The girl fell into the doctor's arms, but continued to wail.

Suddenly, she was quiet. And then a knee lifted and plunged into the doctor's groin. He rolled away from it, fury in his eyes. He slapped her hard, and she landed in a heap in a corner.

Immediately, help came. The doctor and the orderlies were able to get the girl to a bed. The girl's mouth was wet and red. Her legs kicked wildly, and her breasts heaved.

The doctor gave her a shot of something, and her head reeled back, her eyes rolled upward to the ceiling. In moments, she was quiet.

Now, the girl was sobbing, low and tonelessly. The doctor leered down at her naked body, her wet snatch.

The nurse said, "We'd better get her to isolation. And, doctor-"

"Yes?"

"Keep your hands to yourself."

He grinned sheepishly. "I won't bust her again."

"That's not what I mean," the nurse said.

He turned away. The doctor's mind was muddy. He'd liked seeing the girl make love to the stair post. He wouldn't mind having some of what that post got for himself! He was shivering all over. He wished the nurse would leave.

He went to the narcotics cabinet and keyed it open. He filled a syringe with the proper dosage of sodium pentothal, and made a notation in the withdrawal book. Then he locked the cabinet again.

He turned back, and the crisp starched nurse was gone. He went over and locked the door. He felt a quick eagerness as he moved again to the girl. Her red tongue lolled out of her mouth and dripped saliva. She was panting as if she had just run a long race. She was naked, and such a beautiful girl-all golden hair and pale white skin. She had trimly shaped breasts and molded hips, full-thighed and solid.

She whined when he gave her the shot. Soon, she was relaxed and dangerous no more. He drew the needle out, and her eyelids began to grow heavy. They fluttered shut. She seemed to be in a dreamless sleep, and the doctor wondered if the medication would wipe away her terrible urge that had driven her to make physical love to the stair post. He hoped not.

He dropped the hypodermic into his pocket. His lips curled.

"Okay, kid," he mumbled. "Maybe you need this!" He opened his fly and wiggled his rising cock in the girl's face. She was so beautiful. She was made to love-He took a step closer, then quickly tore off his clothes. He was naked now, the same as she was, and his head felt as if it were floating. His cock was as hard as a brick. His hands felt for her breasts and pussy, and when he touched her, she moaned, "Oh, Jesus, do it to me!"

"Yes, yes!" he said, his voice sounding tinny and flat.

He got upon her and fucked her, and she bucked under him. Even though she was drugged, she was still crazy for a cock, pushing up to get all the doctor had. His rather large cock seemed to grow even larger in her cunt. She reached down and encircled its base with her fingers. He pumped slowly, feeling her juice deeper. He closed his eyes and was content.

Now, the girl was whimpering as he plunged his cock into her. At last, his pleasure crested and broke, and he whimpered as he spurted semen deep into her well. She jerked, and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips. The thick, white semen oozed from her pussy and dribbled down her legs. Weird, bubbling sounds came from the doctor's throat.

When, at last, he looked up, he gasped. The nurse was standing in the doorway, shock on her bony white face-and something else. She gave another sobbing gasp that ended with the sound of retching. And then she ran.

For a split second, the doctor felt sorry for her. And then he hated her, hated her for her hypocrisy. She'd loved to watch him fuck, had wanted some herself. But she didn't have the guts to let her own emotions take over. Piss on her!

He cursed as he put on his clothes and zipped himself up. Then he looked out and darted a nervous glance up and down the hallway.

The nurse had vanished. To hell with her! He wondered then which of the two girls was the more unbalanced, really. He fingered the hypodermic in his pocket before he went down the hall.

It was a case of the prude and the nympho, and the doctor didn't know which was worse. He was a modern-thinking man and believed in the loosening of sexual morals. He'd read a lot about Oriental ways and European sophistication, and he hoped honest knowledge would soon drain off the Puritanism in our traditional rigidities.

The sophisticates, he believed, had shown us that much of what was once thought to be vice in that area of sex is not vicious at all. The fettered ones suffer, if he could believe the testimonies of his women patients, and the unfettered ones enjoy life more. Not that sexual freedom alone is a good remedy for the psycho-sexual problems of a Christian people.

Sexual intercourse can be much more than a mere physical experience. It can involve the mind and emotions, blending selfless benevolence with self-interest, to the enrichment of both participants.

The material-egoistic approach leads to coarseness and brutality, so it fails to realize the potential value of the sexual experience. The Christian Westerner attempts too often to mentalize the experience, minimizes and finally denies the legitimate needs of the flesh. By going against nature, he sickens both his body and mind.

Most Americans are fouled up on sex. While paying lip service to the old doctrines, they are, at the same time, in rebellion against them. Consequently, a loveless promiscuity results, an un-tempered sexuality, and often brutality.

The pistol becomes the penis symbol, and if rape is not done with a hard cock, it is done with a gun. The breakdown in the area of values has left a void covered over by what is often misunderstood as psychopathic.

And we restrain the sex impulses of the young. We defer sexual intercourse beyond the time when it is first desired and the individual is competent to engage in it. This practice is fraught with great risks.

For the longer normal sexual fulfillment is denied, the greater are the chances that a satisfactory sexual life will be impossible. Sexual and mental disorders are likely to beset those who live in sexual starvation. A system of morality which condemns much of our sexual behavior may largely negate the benefits of regular gratification, and even make full gratification impossible. The individual who abides by prohibitions will have to suffer both frustrations and guilt. The individual who ignores the prohibitions may avoid frustrations, but he usually will not be able to avoid the guilt.

Our official morality has proved itself a restraint to change. It is unrealistic in the light of modern science, for science is far ahead of the law. Our law books are filled with a morality which goes counter to knowledge, and yet our legislators are fearful of changing the laws lest they be accused of encouraging vice. Judges have sentenced persons to prison for the same acts they engage in privately. Among the masses, of course, there is understandable confusion.

The two main practical objections to premarital or extramarital intercourse are no longer valid. Venereal disease can be readily avoided and rapidly conquered by sex education and medical advances. And unwanted pregnancies can be prevented by oral contraceptives presently on the market.

A male swapper recently said, "There is little danger of my wife's being impregnated in a swap deal, for we swappers are careful to take precautions." The objections that remain are mostly arbitrary and irrational moralistic objections, rooted in superstitions, prejudices, and the Church, sometimes cloaked in psychological and sociological jargon, which only thwart efforts to revise our way of thinking and so encourage chaos.

Many intelligent persons conclude that we must permit freer relationships, warning however that no responsible person would permit such relationships to be entirely promiscuous and sensual. What is urgently needed, they say, is a system of new values which will condone sexual relationships entered into with affection and mutual respect. Our sexual values must include a proper blending of physical and psychical elements, giving society's blessing to the sexual encounter as a mentally and emotionally enriching experience, and encouraging everyone to make of the sex act something more than a vehicle for the discharging of tensions accompanied by momentary pleasure.

Expanded sexual freedom, unless accompanied by new and realistic moral values, will result in brutal, and sadistic behavior. There must be limits to sexual exploitation. Those values, while holding out the reward of sexual fulfillment, will have to condemn what is truly exploitative and otherwise damaging.

As premarital intercourse becomes more common-and it will-we shall be faced with the problem that the age at which it begins will sink lower. The younger the child participating in sexual activities, the greater will be the tendency to introduce others still younger. And we may sink to the rapes and seductions of the very young, as among the Muslims. Police action will be mostly ineffective, since, as now, most acts will go unreported. If this trend is to be halted, it must be checked by a vast overhaul of the sex-moral structure.

The time will come when we feel that we must draw a line at all costs. If we are logical, we will draw it at the place where the sexually immature and the irresponsible are exploited by those who have attained sexual maturity. We will have to provide for the needs of the mature and diminish the incentive to exploit the young. Future human beings will probably ridicule and deplore our obsessive preoccupation with who puts his stiff cock into whom. Magical ideas about the sexual organs still permeate Western civilization. But those organs are no longer in realms of the devil, as they were in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, though prohibitions based on such beliefs are still among us. They govern our thinking to a calamitous extent.

The sex status of the United States is a source of wonder and amusement to the rest of the world. American moralists would deny a husband the right to caress orally his wife's genitals. And their only objection to erotic refinements is that they do not result in procreation. This has long ago lost its legitimacy among many Protestants, though the Catholic Church still holds out and causes everyone to suffer because of overpopulation problems. The need to control reproduction is now among the most pressing problems of the human race, and the least adequately dealt with.

In Eastern society, if a girl prefers to fellate her lover, rather than copulate with him, and if he is agreeable, then it is nobody's business and there is nothing to condemn. Society does not suffer, and the participants are made happy. In the West, and especially in the United States, it would be everybody's business, including the police and the courts.

In the West, potency problems increase. The male no longer dominates, and the female becomes more bold and aggressive.

Sexual equality imposes stresses and strains upon the institution of monogamous marriage and the family as it has developed in a Christian country. The institution was fairly based on a double standard weighted in behalf of the male. The female was dependent economically upon the male, which made it difficult to terminate a marriage. Man's freedom made him accessible to prostitutes, and prostitution provided many a woman the only real escape from the wretchedness of incompatible wedlock. It is still the custom in Mexico for the fallen girl with fatherless children to turn to prostitution as a means of livelihood.

Prostitution in the United States has declined with the greater freedom of women. But the modern woman sells her sexual services often in exchange for gifts, entertainment, and other favors.

Love is expected to conquer all. However, many a man has found the physical make-up of his wife not up to his expectations. He often thinks it best to taste and try before marriage. The mutual size of the male and female organs has much to do with the success and enjoyment of love. A too slender penis or a slack vagina can dim the sexual passions of husband and wife.

It is argued that sexual intercourse without love is degrading to both parties. That is true only if one declares all intercourse except that of lovers is degrading. And that condemns the majority of mankind.

A Sudani girl, for instance, just married, spends her wedding night copulating with friends of her new husband. She goes then to her husband with knowledge of the carnal act.

Compare her with the terrified, sobbing, frigid Western bride who lies with her anxious groom, and you have the extreme opposites.

Somewhere in between probably lies the coming together of healthy, desiring, loving human beings.