The Secret Sex Lives of Wanda Mitty. Felix Baron

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      A firm but very soft hand caressed her bare shoulder.

      ‘If the touch is more intimate, like this –’ he cupped and compressed her breast ‘– her brain lights up like a Christmas tree.’

      ‘A sexual response?’ someone asked.

      ‘Certainly. We are maintaining her muscle tone by frequent massage. That’s experimental, but more radical; we theorise that the continuing sexual stimulation will eventually bring her up out of her coma. She’s already responded with twitches and flexed muscles.’

      A higher-pitched voice asked, ‘Is she still capable of achieving climax?’

      ‘So far, four times, for sure. Two more possibles.’

      A second female voice asked, ‘What will our duties be, as interns, regarding this patient, Doctor?’

      ‘We want to expose her to as much stimulus as possible, in intensity, kind and frequency. While you are about your duties, whenever you get the chance, I want you to stop by to visit Wanda. If you have reservations, just hold her hand and talk to her. If it won’t offend you, give her gentle caresses or whatever else you feel comfortable with.’

      A much deeper voice asked, ‘Within what parameters, Doctor?’

      ‘Do no harm. Don’t hurt her or endanger her in any way, but otherwise …’

      ‘Intercourse?’ the deep voice asked.

      ‘By all means. Just don’t talk about it, right?’

      There was a chorus of eager assurances that what happened in Wanda’s Ward stayed in Wanda’s Ward.

      The doctor said, ‘That’s it for you people, for today. You can go, unless you’d like to stay here and get to know Wanda a little better?’

      The deep voice said, ‘Seems like the charitable thing to do, don’t it, Doc. I’ll gladly give up some of my free time to help this poor girl.’

      Apparently, he wasn’t the only Good Samaritan. They all declared their willingness to tend to poor Wanda. The doctor left. There was a click, as of a door locking.

      Someone folded her sheet down to her feet, leaving her naked and ashamed.

      Six faces swam into Wanda’s restricted view. Even paralysed, she managed to focus.

      To her left, standing beside her head and holding her hand gently, stood a man who might have stepped out of just about any cop show on TV. He was of mixed Caucasian and African blood, with a shaved scalp, a neck that was as wide as his head and deltoid muscles that formed 45-degree angles with his incredibly broad shoulders. Wanda decided that his name was ‘Don’. No – ‘Dan’. That suited him better.

      Dan said, ‘I wonder if what they’ve tried so far has all been tactile?’ He leaned down over her, lips close to her ear. ‘Wanda, baby, you’re such a tasty piece of ass, I’d like to smother you in whipped cream and lick every last drop off your sweet white skin.’ He finished with a quick but strong lap at her nipple.

      ‘Or how about taste?’ he continued. ‘Taste can be very evocative.’

      ‘Taste of what?’ Eve, a tall skinny platinum blonde, asked, with a trace of a giggle in her voice.

      ‘This.’ Dan turned Wanda’s head towards himself and lifted her upper body closer. A quick tug at the drawstring at his waist dropped the pants of his scrubs to the floor. Men in shirts and wearing nothing below had always struck Wanda as kind of endearing, vulnerable but dangerous, like lions playing at being cute.

      Anticipating, she relaxed her jaw. His thumb pulled down with gentle power. The juicy plum of his giant penis nudged her lips and was inside the welcome wet embrace of her mouth. He was right. Tastes are evocative. The sensations of everyone she’d ever sucked, not that there had been many, in fact, far too few, swam up from her memory.

      Eve said, ‘She’s in a coma, Dan. She’s not going to give you a blow job.’

      ‘That’s OK. I’ll just leave it in there until the swelling goes down.’

      ‘No matter how long it takes?’ Eve asked.

      ‘No matter how long. I’m a patient man.’

      ‘I like that in a man.’ Eve reached over to cup his dangling balls. ‘Don’t choke her, though.’

      ‘I’ll be careful.’

      Meanwhile, Wanda savoured the flavour and the firm bulkiness of Dan, while striving desperately not to react with a lick or a suck. That was hard for a sexually deprived young lady.

      The two interns at the bottom of the table, Ken, with dyed blond hair, and Barbie, with a fluffy ponytail, lifted Wanda’s legs and set her knees over their shoulders, the right over Barbie’s left, the left over Ken’s right.

      That was a blast from the past. She hadn’t fantasised about sex with Ken and Barbie for a very long time. Two sets of fingers explored her, one male, one female. Her outer lips were palpated and then teased apart. Two fingers entered her, side by side.

      ‘She’s reacting, if getting wet counts,’ Barbie announced.

      ‘Try a lick, one of you,’ Dan suggested. ‘Oh – OK, both of you.’

      Patrick, a skinny and tattooed kid who barely looked old enough to be an intern, groped below Wanda’s elevated bottom and found the knot of her rectum with a fingertip.

      ‘Good idea,’ Barbie encouraged. ‘That always turns me on.’

      ‘You like a finger up your bum?’ Patrick asked.

      ‘Doesn’t everyone?’ Barbie straightened, abandoning Wanda’s pussy, twitched her hips towards Patrick and dropped the bottoms of her scrubs.

      Looking into each other’s eyes, Barbie and Patrick reached behind and worked a finger up each other’s bottom.

      Fuck, it was turning into an orgy. Wanda didn’t mind that, even if it meant that she was no longer the centre of attraction on her own. She was proud of not being a selfish lover, which reminded her of the last intern … Betty Lo. Half-Chinese, small and very intense but with a childlike innocence about her. She was … playing with Wanda’s nipples, admiringly, wonderingly, as if they were the first nipples she’d ever encountered. Well, they were rather nice, of course. Perfect cones, but with flattened tops, almost always erect and very resilient. Wanda liked to have them played with, but a bit rougher than Betty’s careful caresses.

      Dan said, ‘Give ’em a bit of a pinch, Betty. Make sure she feels it.’ He rocked a little as he spoke, gently fucking Wanda’s mouth. That wasn’t exactly just leaving his cock in but Wanda didn’t blame him. Her mouth was, after all, irresistible.

      Once more Dan made a suggestion. He was definitely in charge. ‘Ken, why don’t you fuck her now?’

      ‘Bum or pussy?’

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