Chapter 6
After Terry had pulled his prick from her ass, having fucked himself and her too with superlative success, they dropped off into sleep. Edie awoke after a couple of hours, greatly refreshed, and cautiously eased herself into a sitting position on the narrow bed. Terry had rolled onto his back and lay before her in a defenseless, naked pose. Her eyes immediately fastened upon his cock, which had lost its erection. She contemplated the lifeless hunk of meat for a few minutes. The mere sight of his prick stirred her to the core. Even though the tool was limp and had greatly diminished in size, it still represented a fucking implement, and one of great interest to her.
Terry's prick was now about four inches in length and about an inch in diameter; she supposed it was about half the size it had been when he was shoving it into her mouth or cunt or asshole with such outstanding effects. The foreskin had slipped down over the head, so that it now had a very different look. Even so, Edie could feel her clitoris hardening and she knew that the lips of her pussy were again flushing darkly with rapidly increasing excitement. She sat very still and allowed her mind to wander freely.
"God, it looks just so fucking innocent like that!" she thought. "So much smaller than when he was ... when he was fucking me! Mmmmm, it all felt so good! I never even dreamed anything could feel like that! Even when he was sticking it up my ass, that was just so out of sight I couldn't believe it! I wonder if I could....Yes, I saw Brigitte do it; why couldn't I make him get hard too? I'll bet that'd be a trip, holding it and kissing it and making it get all hard and hot again!"
The thought inevitably proved father to the deed. She hesitated a moment longer, still uncertain, but the hypnotic pull of his cock proved to be far too strong for her to resist indefinitely. She moved about very carefully and took great care not to disturb the sleeping man as she maneuvered into a position which would enable her to handle his prick with ease. Terry never stirred; his strenuous exertions had left him tired and sated.
Edie touched his prick softly and shivered. Even though only her fingertips brushed that cylinder of flesh, and did so very lightly, she still found it enormously exhilarating to touch the rod which had dealt out such astonishing quantities of pure sensual delight when it had been pressing into various parts of her young body. Gradually her touch became more confident when she saw that he was not stirring. She gingerly forced back the foreskin, quivering with open delight as she gradually denuded the knobby head of the tool. Her pussy throbbed with a harder, much more insistent beat and she found it j impossible to keep from bending over his loins.
A rich, musky scent of sex immediately assailed her nostrils. Her cunt's lascivious drip had mingled with his balls' virile outpouring of sticky sperm, making a truly intoxicating mixture of sexual odors, and Edie felt her body beginning to ache with a desperate urgency.
She bent over him and took the soft, somnolent head of his prick into her mouth. The feel of the tool, so incredibly soft and delicate, fired her lusts with a new sense of urgency but the taste, far more reminiscent of fucking than she would have guessed, sent her pussy into a paroxysm of sensual excitement. Eager and hungry for him now, she began caressing the tool with her tongue and quickly took it all into her mouth. Even though Terry was asleep, his body retained its natural sensitivity and his cock began responding to the girl's lavish display of desire and affection. Edie's head swam with emotion when she felt his prick begin stiffening and growing. Having it in her mouth as it developed its erection gave her another deep source of sexual pleasure; by the time his cock had fully grown she was trembling and panting with hot, lustful desire. She had to back off slightly, being unable in that position to allow the entirety of the big tool to remain lodged in her mouth. The broad head filled her mouth comfortably and she began rubbing her tongue over it with slow, tender strokes. Terry, half-awake now, began working his hips up and down, so that his prick was working back and forth inside her mouth. Edie felt a mighty shudder of sexual delight pulse over her body and she held her mouth very still, enjoying the sensation of his cock pistoning into her lips and working against her tongue. She realized that she was letting him fuck her mouth and that thought made her clitoris hammer away with quick, thudding jerks.
The short rest had enabled Terry's balls to recharge themselves with a considerable load of sperm. Seeing no reason to hold back on his response, he surrendered to the lustful imperative and let his balls have their way. Within a very short time he tightened his abdomen, groaned savagely and thrust deeper into that hot, wet mouth which was pressing so tightly against the head of his cock. Her tongue worked harder around the swollen knob at the tip of his cock when she recognized the signs of imminent explosion. She tried forcing her mouth farther down the thick shaft but she was in the wrong position to take all of the tool; the head nudged into the back of her throat and stuck there, almost causing her to gag.
The first gushing burst of hot, lustfully reeking sperm cascaded over the girl's tongue with ferocious intensity. Her lips registered the tool's enormous orgiastic power and her taste buds quivered intensely as the raw, hot flavor of male sexuality assaulted them. The flow of come doubled, then redoubled as his balls pumped with an animal-like fury. Edie swallowed frantically, eager to capture every drop of his outpouring, and the creamy, salty semen flowed easily down her throat. The erotic essence of virile masculinity made her gasp with delight, though she continued sucking and swallowing.
"Wow, I don't know who taught you how to give head," Terry breathed when his body had returned to something like a normal state, "but you sure learned it good! I don't think I ever had a better blow job than that! It felt like my balls were going to melt and go right up my dick!"
Kirsch gave a small but highly significant smile when Terry reported the extent of his success with the girl. They had made the breakthrough, he knew, and Edie was now well on the way toward becoming the sort of creature he needed for the completion of his plan. Brigitte, who was in his office when Terry made his report, crowed with pleasure upon hearing the news; she seemed to take more than a professional pride in her husband's accomplishment.
"But I just hope you don't want me to go back there and give her any more, at least not for a while," Terry said after being warmly congratulated. "I'm so worn out I don't know if I'll ever get it up again or not. That girl, she's just a terror, once she gets her pussy warmed up!"
Kirsch wasted no time in consolidating the advantage he had gained over the girl. He subjected her to an almost constant bombardment of sexual stimulation, varying the types of excitement and taking care to expose her to every sort of libidinous suggestion his vast knowledge and considerable resources could supply. Shortly after Terry had left her room, for example, a silent attendant wheeled a television into her room, plugged it into the wall and left, all without saying a single word.
Edie quickly tested the set but found that it only outwardly resembled an ordinary television. The first channel she selected depicted a black man forcing his stiff, swollen cock into a blond girl's mouth, spearing deep and shoving the big tool far down her throat. The blonde readily accepted the meaty offering and tilted her head back, allowing the length of hard prick to sink in her mouth to the hilt. Edie watched for a moment, spellbound, and then flicked the selector switch a notch to the right. That channel showed a ripe, luscious redhead lying on a shag carpet, working a massive dildo into her steaming cunt. She had her eyes closed and a blissful expression spread over her face as she forced more and more of the thick plastic shaft into her tingling flesh.
Edie worked the selector switch around its axis and discovered that every channel offered her a sight of some kind of sexual activity. Among the thirteen channels, she saw lesbian activity-women kissing and fondling each other, sucking each other, fucking each other with strap-on dildoes-and men performing similar acts, both upon women and upon each other. She watched, horrified, as one man proceeded to insert a prodigiously swollen prick into another man's anus and then begin jacking him off while he worked his own cock deeper into the asshole he had penetrated.
"Ah, I see you have already discovered the peculiar merits of our closed circuit system," Brigitte said, entering the girl's room and surprising her as she watched the men enjoy themselves. "It is all on tape, you see. Whenever you want to watch other people doing things of interest, you can choose your own type of viewing. Does it intrigue you, watching the men bugger each other?"
"No!" Edie cried, switching the set off with an angry gesture. "I ... I was just trying to find something worth watching."
"Yes? Well, there is plenty there that is eminently worth your attention," Brigitte said. "I'm sure you will explore the possibilities thoroughly. Terry did not show you everything, you "know. The videotapes will help you to complete your education. You must feel free, my dear, to ask for anything you might want-in the way of a lover, I mean. We have several other young men here who are hung at least as well as Terry. And there are more than a few women on the staff who would love to feel your body writhing and churning with that divine madness too!" Edie gasped and tried to look indignant. "It won't do, trying to pretend that you are not interested," Brigitte told her. "We measured your physical reactions at the moment when I was bringing you off with my lips and my tongue; the evidence is very clear. Can you look me in the eye and deny that you felt a tremendous climax on that occasion? No, I thought not! The truth, my dear, is this: you are a bisexual! You can experience the very heights of sexual delight with either a man or a woman, it makes no difference.
Oh, you need not pretend shame or any of those stereotyped reactions; I happen to think that it is the best possible situation!"
Edie could not believe her ears. Brigitte went on talking to her, explaining her own view of human sexuality, and Edie could not help listening. As Brigitte explained the matter, all things were equally permissible; a couple might do anything to each other, so long as they both found it exciting, and they might find supplementary sexual pleasure with anyone they chose. Edie fought against admitting the truth, but she found it impossible to do so: Brigitte's arguments were making more sense to her and she felt herself gradually inclining toward agreement with the woman.
During the next several days, Edie managed to restrain her appetites enough to keep from asking for a sex partner. She quickly succumbed to the lure of the television, however, and developed a fondness for watching the varied couples perform their feats of sexual titillation. The live videotapes proved to be far more exciting than the magazines, though she spent time in perusing them as well, and she quickly adopted the habit of using the big dildo to give herself pleasure as she watched the couples and trios form their lascivious figures on the screen before her. Terry returned to her room twice during that period and on both occasions Edie found it impossible to resist the temptation posed by the big, highly suggestive bulge in the front of his white trousers. (Brigitte had ensured that it would be a prominent one, sucking him to a throbbing erection just outside the girl's door before permitting him to tuck the swollen member away and go inside.) Another orderly, Ted, appeared and she opened her thighs to him with almost as much delight as when Terry had been there; he had an even larger cock and proved to have phenomenal staying power. He fucked her into three outstanding orgasms before relenting enough to permit his balls to discharge a ferocious load of steaming, sticky sperm into the mouth of her womb, an experience which she found pleasing in the extreme.
As she slowly allowed herself to be turned into the totally lascivious, sex-minded creature which Kirsch intended her to be, Edie found herself being rewarded with progressively more freedom.
One example of this relatively greater degree of freedom was the removal of the earlier restrictions which had kept her to her room. At first she was given the run of certain indoor parts of the clinic but as her behavior became more and more satisfactory to Kirsch-that is to say, as she became progressively less restrained in satisfying her sexual desires-she was given permission to walk outside in the garden along one side of the low rock-andadobe buildings. There was no need for her to be observed, since the clinic was far enough from any human dwelling, and separated from them by barren, rocky desert, to make it very un-likely that anyone would walk away. Kirsch had devised an elaborate and foolproof system for keeping every vehicle locked up and inaccessible to all except those whom he had authorized to leave the clinic. Thus Edie was still a prisoner, though she had much more freedom now in which to roam about.
As she was walking through the rock-and-cactus garden one morning, she found herself keeping pace with a patient. She vaguely remembered his face, though she could not pinpoint any details about his problem or his treatment. He was about twenty-five, she decided, and handsome in a dark, glowering fashion. His face broke into a warm smile when she looked at him, however, and she saw that he was much more attractive once he had lost his scowl.
"I'm Ray Waller," he said, advancing to her side. "Care if I join you?"
She invited him to accompany her on her stroll. As they walked, Waller made some knowledgeable remarks about the varieties of cactus Kirsch had had set out in the garden and then uttered a short, humorless laugh.
"We're like the cactii," he said when Edie looked at him curiously. "Alien things, brought here and made to live in a hostile environment, all because that criminal headshrinker stands to gain something from it!"
Edie felt bound to protest, notwithstanding the shameful treatment she had suffered at Kirsch's hands. Waller waved her objections away blithely and reiterated his condemnation.
"Why do you think most of these people are here? he demanded. "I've done some talking to the patients and I'm telling you, Edie, most of them aren't sick at all! Three-fourths of the patients here are as well as you or I!"
He went on to elaborate upon his contention. In doing so, he threw out his own example, telling his story with such simplicity and open candor that Edie found it difficult to doubt his truthfulness and sincerity. As he told it, he had been committed to Kirsch's clinic because of the machinations of his wife and his father. His mother had died when he was eleven, he said, and had left the bulk of her vast estate to him in trust. She had openly despised his father and had hired the best lawyers in the country to write a will constructed of armor-plate to ensure that her fortune would not go to her husband, who had only a modest inheritance of his own.
"But Amy, my wife, decided that she could do better," Waller continued. "She concocted a plan in cahoots with my old man, you see. The two of them are going to keep me here until I'm thirty and then have me put away for good. The trust reverts to me when I'm thirty; it'll all be mine then. So she and Dad will be declared my guardians by a court-and don't think they haven't got a couple of judges in their hip pockets-and they'll have it all to themselves. Yeah, she's fucking Dad silly, and all the while she's been testifying in court that I'm a pervert, all because I got extra horny one night and tried fucking her in the ass! That's the cause of the whole thing, me wanting to backdoor her; that and the money were enough to turn her off me for good!"
"But that's not such an awful thing!" Edie protested at once. She vividly recalled the joy she had felt when Terry's prick had first penetrated her anus and, in fact, only the night before Ted had recreated that same experience, sending his own cock slithering up the same receptacle with even more joyous results. "I think that's just awful of them!"
Waller looked at her with new respect. He correctly concluded from her remark that she was a devotee of anal intercourse and he confessed his admiration of her for that fact. He admitted that he had long wanted to experience that singular delight and frankly told her that he had never been allowed to do it with any of the women he had ever had Edie felt sorry for him, of course, and she naturally thought of permitting him to enjoy the act with her. He read the thought in her eyes and became very excited at the prospect, though she would not commit herself one way or the other at that time.
"No, you'll have to let me think about it," she said when he had made his longing more explicit. "I think I'd like to, but I'd rather be sure. And anyway, you don't know a thing about me!"
"I know that you're one of the most attractive women around here," he said. "You and Julia, you're the only two who seem to have any heart at all!"
"Julia?" she asked.
Waller went on to say that he had been having an affair with Julia Eyerman. This did not surprise Edie especially, since she knew that Kirsch sometimes permitted his staff members to form sexual liaisons with patients; the general rule, never specifically formulated, seemed to be that if the patient could enjoy a brief affair without great emotional damage, then it was permissible. In fact, Kirsch knew of all the affairs going on and encouraged most of them; he claimed that it was better for staff members to fuck patients than to have affairs with each other.
Edie longed to ask him why he had not introduced Julia to anal sexuality but some inner restraint held her back. She supposed that any intimate of the clinic's director would be a super-sexual creature, skilled in every form of lovemaking as well as all the perversions, and it surprised her that Waller could claim innocence in that form of erotic activity, yet also claim to be having an affair with Julia.
"They must have something important going on," Waller said. "I haven't seen Julia in three or four days."
Edie blanched at that, because she suspected that her own case was the one which had been keeping Julia away from her lover. She did not mention her own course of treatment, naturally, but Waller's mention of Julia gave her a strange sensation. As they walked around the enclosed garden she noticed that he was becoming sexually aroused. He was wearing a thin cotton shirt and a pair of thin cotton trousers, cut rather like the loose, floppy garment she had seen karate students wear, and his stiffening prick pressed against the thin material in an unmistakable fashion. She was not sure whether he was responding to her presence or to the mention of Julia; in any case, she felt her own body beginning to tingle and ache with that deliciously thrilling awareness which she was growing to love so much. She had put on a thick velour robe over the hospital gown which had become her constant dress, and she was acutely aware of her naked thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. When they stopped from time to time, she could press her thighs tightly together and force her flesh up against the lively slit at the base of her belly, a move which naturally increased the tingling sensations spreading outward from her pussy.
As they neared a corner of the garden and turned to walk in another direction, Edie contrived to brush against him, so that the back of her hand nudged that swelling mound of maleness. He gasped and started. Looking at each other, they read open desire in each other's eyes. Edie moved closer to him and deliberately touched his cock again, caressing the stiff bulge with the palm of her right hand. She felt it carefully and determined that he was very hard indeed; she also decided that his cock was a superb one, long and thick.
"M-m-maybe we could go back to my room," she stammered as she looked up at him. "I don't suppose anyone would bother us there."
"Mine's closer," he said, nodding toward the patio doors. "Just through there and then the first door on the right. Shall we?"