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The Institute
by Lindent Eye (ellerius@gmail.com)
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A young woman takes a job at a youth care institute.
(FFm, ped, nc, bi)
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Part 1
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I never used to be this twisted. But over these last
few months, I’ve come to realize that things that are
"wrong" are just people's opinions. Some of them I
agree with, some I don't. This is one of those things.
My name is Amanda, I’m 22, and recently I was hired at
a place called Herough, an institute for mentally
challenged teens. They were very low functioning, most
wouldn't speak at all except to yell or to some other
degree. So the place was quiet, and I enjoyed working
there. They played games, watched TV, or just sat there
doing nothing. I never thought to feel sorry for them
in a sexual way.
Most of them, as far as my job training instructor told
me, didn't even know enough to masturbate (we were
supposed to leave them be if we caught them doing it in
their rooms.)
At the time I didn't think much of it, what it must be
like to never cum, never experience the pleasure and
the lust and all that sex had to offer in it's various
forms. Since I worked during the day, this wasn't a
problem since I never saw anything of the sort.
Soon, time restrictions with my other job got in the
way, so I opted to take the night shift. And that was
where I became very good friends with another woman I
was stationed in a hallway with, Julie Goodwell.
I was on probation, a period where I couldn't be alone
in the hallway by myself. So, I needed to have a senior
staff with me for the first 6 months to learn from and
help in case of emergencies. Julie was a few years
older then me. At first she was not very talkative, but
soon we realized we had a lot in common. I began going
to her apartment to hang out, and we soon became
inseparable.
This was not a problem, since we were always stationed
together in the same hall, a smaller building on the
institute's grounds. It was the only hallway in that
building, and we weren't allowed to enter the other
buildings on our breaks, so we were pretty much
enclosed for the entire time.
There was no camera system, and our supervisor was
supposed to check on us periodically to make sure we
weren't sleeping or anything. But he was lazy, and he
didn't usually come around like he was supposed to. A
few months into the job, Julie struck up a different
kind of conversation with me.
"Amanda, you love me, right?" she asked with puppy
eyes.
"You know I do hun, why?" I answered in the usual
manner when she started a topic with this phrase.
"Well, I kind of do something that other people might
consider wrong. and with you around, at first, I was
sure that you would turn me in if I did it in front of
you, or you would be disgusted with me. But I’m getting
very antsy, and I have to take that chance now since it
looks like we're going to be stationed together forever
and I trust you."
"I’m sure I can handle whatever it is Jules" I assured
her.
"Well okay, I hope you don't disappoint me. Lets go,
the anticipation is getting worse every minute."
She led me to one of the kid's rooms, a particularly
slow 17 year old by the name of Johnny. All he ever did
was sit in the chair and look out the window. As she
opened the door, I saw nothing new, as we did room
checks every hour. He was lying on his back, asleep.
"Stand in the doorway and watch the hall for me, okay
hun? If the super comes around tell me right away. This
will be short one for today"
She slid into the room and approached the sleeping boy.
Her hands reached out started tugging down Johnny's
pajama pants. My eyes grew wide.
"Julie, what are you doing? I hissed, "You’re going to
get in trouble!"
"He never talks, it will be alright. I’ve done this a
thousand times babe."
I watched with growing interest as she finally pulled
down the pajama bottoms, exposing a semi hard cock.
With her right hand she started rubbing it palm down.
With her left she pulled her shirt up over her D-cup
breasts. I hadn't noticed before that she was braless.
Johnny's cock became hard after 30 seconds of rubbing,
and she gripped it in her hand and started stroking.
Johnny didn't seem to notice; he was lightly snoring
and showed no signs of waking up. My first thought was
that it was wrong, but as I was thinking that my own
pussy grew moist. I was, despite myself, enjoying what
I was seeing. Julie fondled her own boob while she
stroked, and brought the nipple to her mouth and
sucked. She left it in her mouth while her freed hand
unbuttoned her jeans and forced its way into her
panties.
Julie's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she stroked her
own pussy and the retarded teenager, a slight moan
coming from her nose while her mouth sucked her own
breast furiously.
I found myself rubbing my own cunt through my pants,
getting hornier by the second. I’d watched porn before,
but never had I been this excited. She seemed to be
content to enjoy the feel of his hard cock in her hand,
and sometimes she switched hands to rub her juice on
his cock to slicken it up.
Then Julie let her breast fall back into place. Her
breath was becoming a little more ragged. She pulled
her hand out of her panties. Julie brought the hand to
her mouth, cupped, and slurped collected juice from the
center of her hand, and licked it clean. Then the hand
got returned to her pussy.
"See how much I needed this?" she gasped, repeating the
process several more times. I watched as Johnny's cock
seemed to grow larger and harder.
"He’s about to cum" Julie informed me. She bent her
head down until her lips were kissing the head. Johnny
was awake now, staring at the ceiling as if nothing was
happening. Suddenly, his back arched slightly and his
purple headed cock started spurting cum into Julie's
waiting mouth. She gulped it down quickly, in between
great spurts while she simultaneously brought herself
off.
"Uhhgggghhh, ahhhhhhh!" she grunted, while still
swallowing the dwindling bursts of cum. Her eyes were
rolled into her head and her knees looked like they
were barely supporting her.
Waves of pleasure went through her body, increased by
the wrongness of what she was doing, how she was
trusted to do her job and she betrayed it to pleasure
herself at her will. She milked the last of the cock
juice down her throat and licked the wetness from her
other hand while she recovered.
"Ahhhhhh! That was so fucking good. I’ve been waiting
since your first day to do that again. It feels so
good!"
"That was... amazing," I said finally, grinding my hand
into my pussy through my jeans.
"It is hun, you can't imagine until you try it for
yourself. Do you want to?"
I considered to myself, checked my morals to find that
I didn’t really have anything against what she was
doing. Julie had obviously just received some intense
pleasure, and that was all that was important, right?
"But it's wrong," I said halfheartedly.
"So?” Julie countered. "Some people would say it's
wrong, and maybe they're right. That’s where part of
the excitement comes from. So it's wrong. Who cares?
There’s nothing they can do about it, and they can't
communicate well enough to tell anyone. They get some
relief, usually, and I get mine. I can pleasure myself
at will and they are helpless. It’s an amazing feeling.
"But first shift will be here in a little bit; we don't
have time for you to try. Why don't you sleep on it? We
can try it tonight if you feel like you want It." she
promised. "And I think you do," she added, pointing a
finger at my crotch where some of the juice had soaked
through a little.
I thought about what she said, how her conviction to
lust seemed to make her happy, and I made my decision.
To be continued in part 2...
If you liked my story, please send your comments to
ellerius@gmail.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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