Authors: Jane Nin
“Yes,” I said, still grinding myself down onto his wet hand,
“I can do that.”
“But first,” he said, “I want to taste you.”
“Okay,” I said, uncertainly. The bed was arranged so he was
half sitting up, and I didn’t see how I could straddle his face.
“Go get the orderly,” he said to Jack. “The big one, the
Algerian.”
Jack glanced at me, making sure I was okay being left
behind. “Get him,” I agreed.
“You’re something else,” said Brynjar, grinning wolfishly. I
doubted he’d ever been handsome, but I could see he’d had sex appeal once upon
a time. He seemed like the type who’d probably regularly bedded twins at ski
resorts, things like that. But now that was over. “I’m going to lap at that
sweet pussy of yours like a starving kitten at a bowl of milk. Do you think
you’ll like that?”
“Yes,” I said, “I’m sure I will.”
“That’s right; you will.”
I heard the door open and close and turned to see Jack and
the giant orderly from before, who was doing a terrible job not staring at my
ass as I continued to rock my hips back and forth across Brynjar’s sticky hand.
“I want to eat her pussy,” said Brynjar matter-of-factly. “Can
you put her on the tray?”
“The tray is not strong enough for her weight,” replied the
orderly, glancing around the room, still in some disbelief. Then he glanced up
at the ceiling. “Maybe if we used the traction.”
“Whatever, just do it, and fast,” said Brynjar, and quickly
the orderly left. “More tit,” he said to me, and I got down from the bed and
offered him my breast again, which he contentedly clamped down on, humming
slightly as he suckled.
I looked up at Jack. This was the first game when I’d been
able to see him. His face was inscrutable, neither approving nor disapproving.
What I could deduce was that Brynjar’s was by no means the only hard cock in
this small room.
I lifted my eyes to Jack’s, gave him a sly smile. He smiled
back nearly imperceptibly.
Then the orderly was back, with slings. Using a footstool he
climbed to attach them to the ceiling, working directly over the bed. I saw
that he, too, had an erection—quite obvious through in his loose cotton scrubs.
“Suck his cock,” said Brynjar suddenly.
“I—”
“Ceiba, you don’t mind having your dick in this girl’s mouth
while you do that, do you?”
“Sir, I…”
“Didn’t sound like a ‘no’ to me. Go on, then.”
I looked to Jack. He tilted his head and raised his shoulder
a little and I knew he was telling me I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want
to. But I admit, I was certainly more interested to see this scenario play out
with another body besides mine in motion.
So I stood, and I undid the tie on Ceiba’s pants, and pulled
them down, and pulled his boxers down, revealing his big, hard cock and his black,
black skin, his muscular thighs and buttocks. Leaning forward, I took his cock in
my mouth.
Ceiba moaned, and for a second I was afraid he’d lose his
balance. But then he steadied himself, and resumed his work attaching the
slings to the slender cables that fastened to the ceiling track.
His dick was hot and dry and smooth in my mouth, the head
popped in and out of my lips as I moved back and forth upon him. After the
initial moan, not a sound escaped his throat. But I could see his thigh muscles
tensing, and my hands, on his buttocks, felt them clench.
“Ready,” said Ceiba suddenly, and I thought he meant he was
going to come but actually he meant he’d rigged up the traction to hold me.
“Let him go.”
I did. Ceiba wasted no time hiking his scrubs up and making
himself decent again.
“Put her in it,” said Brynjar now. Ceiba gestured to me to
take hold of a trapeze-type bar—this was all designed for physical therapy, I
realized—and instructed me to hold on tight. Then he looked to Jack—could he
help?
Jack came to the bed and stood on my opposite side. On count
of three, they each lifted me and made quick work of securing my calves in two
slings that hung independently of each other. My body was bent into a V.
Already I felt my arms straining.
Jack stepped away again. Ceiba climbed up and moved the anchors
of the cables so that I was closer and closer to Brynjar’s face. Then he
widened the space between the two lines holding my legs, spreading me open. He
fluffed an extra pillow and placed it behind Brynjar’s head. I could feel his
hot breath on the sensitive skin of my wet, displayed parts.
“Look at you,” he said, “all wet to be licked by a cripple.”
Brynjar made his tongue soft and flat and licked me long and
slow, starting nearly at my asshole and running lazily up to my clit. I felt
like an ice cream cone. He did it again and I moaned. I tightened the muscles
in my arms, trying to hold myself steady.
Then he made his tongue hard and narrow and began fucking me
with it, pushing it as deep into my vagina as he could, then drawing it out. It
felt good, but I needed more—I needed to be filled. I groaned and pressed
myself into his face as best I could, trying to let him know I needed—wanted—a
proper fucking.
This only made him withdraw his tongue and stop. “Not so
fast,” he said. “Ceiba, can you spread her ass apart for me.”
Ceiba stepped over and took each of my buttocks in his
hands—I let loose a pleasured little giggle at his touch—and then gently spread
them open, and Brynjar began to tickle my asshole with his tongue. Everything
he did to the little rosebud of my ass only made the urgent need building in my
pussy that much stronger. I got wetter and wetter, which naturally Brynjar
could see. Meanwhile my arms were continuing to tire.
“Ceiba, are you able to do that with one hand?”
Ceiba switched positions so that only one of his beautiful
strong hands was spreading my buttocks apart for Brynjar’s teasing tongue.
“Give her clit a rub for me,” said Brynjar now, and Ceiba hesitated
for just a fraction of a second, then obeyed, and I cried out.
“Oh, good,” said Brynjar. “Ceiba, keep going. Just little
circles, right there.”
Ceiba continued to circle the pad of a broad finger around
my clit. Between that intensity and the delightful, ticklish waves from my
asshole I couldn’t stop the cries that were pouring out of me now, they came
constantly, rhythmically, almost like I was sobbing like a baby. Hazily I
recalled Brynjar’s promise about the nurses on this floor.
I wasn’t even sure I could come, the sensation was just
so—sharp, is maybe the word, or if I were an instrument, as if the sound coming
out of me would be high and hard. All I could do was hang on to the trapeze,
and let these animal moans fill the air in the room as these three men watched
or attended to me with complete attention, all three of them perfectly silent.
Then the sensation changed and I thought: it’s coming. And I
didn’t choose to do it but my cries changed with it, now announcing the same
thing to the polished walls and my three attendants and anyone else in earshot,
which was presumably everybody.
Brynjar knew what the change meant, too, though, and he
stopped. “Okay, pull her down,” he said, and again Jack stepped forward to help
get one of my legs out of the slings. They set me down standing and immediately
my feet were full of pins and needles and my arms felt weak and limp, no longer
having to hold me up.
“Now,” said Brynjar, “now you can ride my cock. Ceiba.”
Ceiba untucked the covers from the foot of the bed and
tidily folded them back, exposing Brynjar’s skinny legs and the hem of his
hospital gown. The he carefully, respectfully lifted that, too, and Brynjar’s
erect cock was exposed to the air.
Unsteadily I climbed onto the bed and knelt, straddling him.
I took him in my hands first. He was hot and hard, and now it was his turn to
make a loud, animal moan.
“Jack,” I said, and he knew what I meant, and approached and
handed me a condom.
Brynjar stared fixedly at me as I unwrapped it and rolled it
down over his penis. As I raised myself into position, he spoke.
“Please,” he said, “please come for me. I want to feel you
come with me inside you.”
I lowered my hips, burying him in me, and I gasped. He cried
out, too, and I realized he couldn’t possibly last long.
“Ceiba, help her,” said Brynjar, perhaps realizing the same,
and Ceiba stepped uncertainly closer. “Touch her,” said Brynjar.
Ceiba stood to the side and behind me, and first I felt his
hand squeezing one of my breasts and gently plucking at the nipple, and then
his other hand slipped between my legs to again begin its tight, delicious
circles around my clit. I lifted and lowered myself on Brynjar’s cock, slowly
at first, then faster. He kept groaning and now once again so did I, as
instantly I felt my orgasm resuming its crescendo.
“Yes,” said Brynjar, terribly excited, already very near his
own climax, “yes, go,
go now
.”
It was not difficult for me to comply. My orgasm ripped
through me like some blazing sweet arrow, swift and hard and sharp, and Brynjar
shouted as my pussy rhythmically contracted around him, holding him tight and
fast as he also came.
I kept him inside me until he was completely soft, the
occasional aftershock leaping through me to tighten down on him again, which
would make him whimper. Then I carefully climbed down.
“Ceiba, if you want a go at her you should take it,” said
Brynjar.
I looked at Ceiba, still very erect in his scrubs, his hand
sticky with my juices. He looked at my body, avoiding my eyes. I had sensed
that he was a bit uncomfortable with everything that was transpiring in this
room, and now I was sure of it.
“Thank you, but no,” he said. “I am engaged to be married.”
“Oh, no,” I said, feeling bad then for having sucked his
cock without his proper consent. The idea was for me to be the object—not to
accidentally objectify someone else.
“It’s alright,” said Ceiba, “you didn’t know.” And then, to
Brynjar and Jack, “I must get back to work now.”
Bundling some linens in his arms to hide his erection, he
politely ducked out of the room.
“Jack, I hope you understand I’m going to be expecting a
surprise like this every day for the rest of my life,” said Brynjar, not
seeming to linger for even a moment on Ceiba’s disclosure.
“In that, you are sure to be disappointed,” replied Jack,
and I sensed a faint hardness in his voice, and felt glad to know he was also
troubled. He then gave me a nod and I slipped away to the little bathroom and pulled
back on my clothes. The pair said their goodbyes while I was dressing, and when
I opened the door again Jack was standing there, silently pointing for me to
simply leave the room.
I stood in the hallway for a few moments, all around me
everyone going about their business while trying not to stare at me. I blushed
deeply, thinking of how I’d screamed. Then Jack appeared beside me and even
though they could all still see me, I somehow felt sheltered by his presence.
“Let’s go,” he said, and we headed back down the hallway
toward the elevators.
As we waited, Ceiba once again passed, this time wheeling a
cart of linens and bedpans and other such things. I didn’t expect him to, but he
met my eyes, nodded, smiled. I sensed he was telling me not to worry. It was a
tremendous relief.
Then the elevator came and we stepped onto it and the doors
whooshed closed behind us.
We rode in silence for several minutes, each of us staring
out our respective window. Then Jack took my hand. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I
didn’t… I wasn’t thinking.”
“I wasn’t, either,” I said, “but I think it’s okay—I mean, I
think that guy will probably be fine, don’t you?”
“Probably. But it’s the principle of the thing. Everyone
else—nobody has been unsuspecting. Everyone else was given the chance to
decline. I shouldn’t have…” He shook his head gravely, and I saw that he was
not only feeling bad about what happened, but that he was accustomed to having
thought of everything. He was a perfectionist. “Well, it doesn’t matter now,
but anyway, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said. I hoped it was. Moreover, I was touched
by both his sensitivity and his high standards. He’d made a mistake, and
ironically, that only impressed me. He was human, yes. In the best possible
way.
“Maybe we should take a little break,” he said, and I
startled.
I didn’t even think it through before it came out of my
mouth. “Don’t make me go home,” I said tremulously, fearing my brave, unknown
new life was being whisked away before I could even step out into it.
“Oh,” he said, “no, I didn’t mean that. Just from the game.
I had a next scenario in mind, but now I want to make doubly sure everyone’s
vetted.”
He squeezed my hand reassuringly. I lifted our joined hands
to my mouth and kissed his knuckles, the joints of his fingers, the edge of his
palm. I closed my eyes and just kept his hand there, pressed to my lips.