From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hot Babe (MFF)
Date: 4 Nov 1996 13:57:18 GMT

				 Babe

	When I was sixteen, I needed a job. The only available
position for which I was qualified was caring for retarded persons.
The idea clicked with me.

	Each floor of the residence was divided into two sections, for
men and women. Women could work on either section, but because there
were so few male employees, we were always assigned to care for the
adult men. The job turned out to be exhausting and quite boring. I
would make meals, plan activities, make sure they got exercise, give
them a snack, showers, and put them to bed. Some of them could be
difficult, even violent, but the company had persistent staff
shortages, so even a kid like me was stuck with a lot of
responsibility, with little oversight.

	One night while the guys were taking their showers, I quickly
darted to the female section to borrow shampoo. On my way in, I
noticed that one of the female clients was already asleep. She was
curled in a fetal position, with her nightshirt rolled above her
waist. She wore no underwear, and a pair of gigantic pussy lips stuck
out below her ass cheeks, between her thighs. My eyes widened but I
kept walking; it was disturbing to think of these people, who had
childlike mentality, as sexual beings.

	When I walked into the female counselor's office, she had the
door to the bathroom opened, and a tall black girl with large breasts
was showering with the curtain pulled aside. I asked the counselor,
Babe, if she had extra shampoo.

	Babe was in her mid-thirties, with a worn but strong body.
She was rough; she chain-smoked, had a loud laugh, and her flirting
had a tinge of nastiness to it, as if she wanted to fuck you so hard
it would hurt. Her eyes would usually narrow to assess me when I saw
her and this was no exception. "Yeah, sure, we got some extra
shampoo." She walked out to the bathroom leaving the showering girl
exposed even though it would have been easy for Babe to pull the
curtain shut.

	I tried to look nonchalant, but was entranced by the showering
girl. Her hands moved unselfconsciously and sensuously over her body;
she rubbed her breasts, then let her hands wander to her thighs. Next
she turned her back to the nozzle and leaned back into the spray,
pushing out her breasts. The nipples were hard.

	I thanked Babe for the shampoo and returned to my section.
After putting the guys to bed I sat on the porch and enjoyed the night
air, savoring the feelings I'd experienced in the girls' section.

	I fantasized about slipping my cock into the fat hairy vagina
of the sleeping girl, taking her from behind, silently pushing into
her, maybe putting my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. That
aroused, I could come after a few strokes. Blast my hot come deep into
her, wipe my cock between her ass cheeks and slip away before anyone
had seen me there. Just fantasy, of course. It was unthinkable to take
advantage of a retarded person like that, but anything seemed fair
game in fantasy.

	The rest of the summer passed uneventfully. Despite how tiring
the job was, it was enormously rewarding, and I continued working in
the fall when I returned to high school.

	When Babe and I were both working at the same time, and our
charges were put in their beds, we would dart across the hall briefly
to chat with one another. Babe was the same as always, smoking up a
storm and full of lascivious innuendo.

	One evening we were particularly relaxed, and out of the blue,
Babe asked, "When are you going to stop joking about it and fuck me?"
I was dumbfounded. I was sixteen, and had had sex with just five
people, none of whom was older than the early 20s. I was attracted to
Babe's raw sexuality, but she was sort of an aunt figure. However,
being sixteen, I had no qualms about fucking any woman.

	I smiled and took my time to reply, moving my eyes
deliberately over her breasts and hips, and checking if the hand that
held the cigarette was shaking. It was, a little, which made me relax.
I beckoned to her with my finger, and she moved over. She stood close
and looked up at me, and raised her open mouth and kissed me
thoroughly. I was disgusted by the ash taste, but her pelvis was
moving against my jeans and my penis was beginning to straighten. She
took a step back and grinned mischievously. She walked to the kitchen
and threw her cigarette in the sink and came back with her thumbs
stuck in her pockets. "Follow me," she said and walked to the back of
the men's wing where the washing machines were rollicking.

	She closed the thin door to the washing room, leaving us
cramped close together and me feeling rather unsure. The girls I'd
slept with had kept kissing me from the moment we began foreplay until
sex was over. I'd never looked a woman in the eye and deliberately
stripped and fucked. But Babe was going to have it her way. She undid
her belt and yanked it out of the pant loops. She stared at my
inaction; "Am I going to be doing this alone?" she asked.

	Feeling nervous, unsure, and altogether flaccid, I leaned
against the wall and stalled. "What if the supervisor comes up?"
"There's no supervisor on tonight; staff shortage." "Oh." That made me
feel better. Babe was down to her bra and was taking off her pants.
Her extra pounds bulged over her waist as she pulled off the pants:
"You'd better have those pants off by the time I'm done... "

	Her directness was inspiring. I pulled off my pants, shirt,
and as I pulled off my underwear, my erection sprang out. Babe had
been standing naked waiting, but then walked close and put her hand
down the dick. She looked up into my eyes hungrily and said, "Mmmmmmm.
Feels good." It did feel good, her smooth hand rubbing through my
pubic hair, down the big vein, and onto my wrinkled scrotum. It was
such a fine feeling that my head tipped back and my eyes rolled back.
Suddenly I jerked my head forward at an unknown, but astounding
sensation: Babe was sucking my nipples. She had a firm grip with her
mouth, and was half-biting, half- sucking them.

	That was the last straw. Emboldened, I threw her up on the
washing machine and spread her thighs. Her mouth was open, breathless.
I pulled her pelvis a little closer and held my penis parallel to the
ground so I could ease it to her hairy labia.

	I hesitated when I got it there, though, so she knocked my
hand away, grabbed my cock, and sort of jumped onto it. I closed my
eyes and felt the amazing sensation of a hot, hairy, thirty-odd year
old woman's pussy. I snuggled up to her until my penis was in to the
hilt and we stared intensely at one another when the head of my penis
rubbed against her cervix. It felt like the tip of a tiny nose giving
my cock an Eskimo kiss.

	I didn't kiss Babe, or suck her tits, but just started banging
my young pelvis into her hot old box. Her labia were so big that they
sagged around the base of my cock, which added to the sensation.

	Almost instantly I came, and I was mortified; I worried, this
older woman will be disgusted with me that I've blown my load so
early. To cover for my faux pas, I kept up the motion. She had her
eyes closed and was grunting with the movement, so I assumed that she
had missed my copious orgasm.

	It's great to be sixteen. Pretty soon I was maximally hard
again, and in eager pursuit of my second orgasm. I now took the time
to take her sagged breast into my mouth, and roll her thick nipple
around with my tongue. She moaned and pushed my head back. She smiled
and pointed at the mound of clothes on the floor. I eased out of her
(both of us moaning in disappointment at the exit) and lay back on
the clothes and looked up at Babe. She seemed so powerful.

	Despite her thick, stretch-marked thighs, her sagging gut and
breasts, her attitude was entirely sex; the woman exuded erotic
strength. She knelt down and slipped my hard-on into her mouth so
quickly that I gasped. She popped it right back out and started
sliding her hand up and down it. It was rather rough going, so she
spat on her hand a few times and returned to work. That action
titillated me and brought me even closer to the brink; this woman
didn't give a shit about appearances, she liked fucking.

	She was really quickly bringing me to orgasm, with her hand
sliding quickly and firmly over my spit-slicked cock, so she shrewdly
hopped up to straddle my waist, and then eased back on my cock, which
she held behind her with one hand. She began rocking back and forth,
and it was such a different sensation, due to the change in positions,
that I stared at her emboldened, wanting to fuck her as hard as she'd
ever been fucked.

	In a flash I grabbed her close to me to hold my cock in her,
and flipped her over on her back onto the clothes and began to pound
into her. "Oh, yes, yes, Johnny, fuck me! fuck me hard! fuck me
harder! yes, my boy, yes!" I was surprised that she enjoyed it with me
on top; I'd assumed women only liked it when they were on top, rubbing
their clits onto your lower abdomen.

	Babe, however, seemed aroused by my sheer determination. Her
nipples hardened all the way, which inspired me. I started grinding my
pelvis against hers, making her shout. She grabbed my ass cheeks with
her left hand, jamming her finger into my ass crack, and pulled my
hair with her right hand, and between the two, she directed me in
pleasuring her. She began to gasp in rhythm, and I ground harder and
thrust faster. I was glad to have held off on my second orgasm, but
with her panting like that I was getting dangerously close. I closed
my eyes and gave in, luckily just as her cries reached an apex.

	As I began to empty a powerful blast of semen, she grabbed my
hair and said, "Look at me." She had a look of incredible
determination as she snarled and stared me in the eyes as we both
came, our mouths agape. We held the eye contact long after our juices
had stopped flowing, and she sneaked forward and licked through my
open mouth. I smiled, and Lord, I could have fucked her again right
there.

	With a groan, though, we disentangled, separated, and stood.
She came close to me and stuck her finger in my abdomen. "THAT was
wonderful," she said, and turned and bent over to get her bra. Seeing
her ass, I bent over a little and tickled her pussy with my rising
cock.

	She lingered for a moment, then came back up with her bra, and
said, "No more tonight. But tomorrow... " She raised her eyebrows. I
really wanted to fuck her from behind, especially when she bent over
again to get her underwear. I didn't care that this lady was twenty
years older than me, saggy and baggy. She had the drive, the
equipment, and sure had the expertise to make me the most sexually-
satiated teenager in the city.

	A few days earlier I'd run into Andrea, a friend of mine from
high school; she told me she'd be working the night shift upstairs
from where I worked. I told her I'd stop by after work some night to
say hi.

	I was certainly feeling good after my fuck fest with Babe, so
I decided to visit. After being relieved by the night-shift, I went
down the block and had coffee before going to see Andrea.

	When I got there, she had taken one of her little boy charges
to the bathroom, so I sat at the kitchen table and waited, watching
them through the open door.

	Andrea had the kid sitting on the toilet, and was letting him
piss. She had his pajama pants off; I guessed that he'd wet the bed.
Andrea took a washcloth and cleaned his penis when he was done. The
little guy had a surprisingly big cock. She rubbed it up and down,
then went back to the sink and rinsed the washcloth before coming
back, pausing, then squatting and rolling back his foreskin to clean
off his smegma.

	I frowned, a little grossed out by this. Then I wondered why
she would be cleaning off his smegma at this time of night - why not
do it when he's in the shower? Well, the reason exhibited itself:
Andrea popped his dick head into her mouth. I was astounded. I'd
assumed she heard me come in, but I wasn't going to make noise now.

	I pretended not to be looking, in order to spare her feelings
if she realized I was there, but continued to watch. The kid moaned
and sat back down on the toilet, and Andrea moved so that her back was
to me. I fidgeted in my chair, trying to get a better view, but it was
impossible. I could, however, see the kid's face over Andrea's hair.
He had a look of pure bliss. His lips quivered and his little limbs
moved spasmodically. I could see Andrea's head find a rhythm, and her
elbow movements indicated that the kid was getting a fine jerk
off/blow job.

	The boy's demeanor became impatient, and Andrea reacted
smoothly, increasing her tempo. I heard her gasping over his cock when
her head rose, and she began to make happy noises. Unbelievably, my
cock started bulging in my pants, even after all the abuse Babe
subjected it.

	I realized I couldn't hang around; when the kid came, Andrea
would stand, and probably see me. But I was hard, and so horny. I
quietly eased towards the door, and got out of the apartment. I had to
jerk off, and looked around eagerly. A hall closet. Perfect. I
slipped inside and ripped open my jeans. My cock was sticky as hell
from Babe's juice and my cum, so I had to wipe it on my shirt before I
got my hand around it.

	It didn't take long, just picturing Andrea sucking that boy's
cock, to get me really breathing heavily and feeling wonderful. I
didn't hold out for tantalization; as soon as I could I spurted
heavily on the wall.

	As soon as I did, I realized the danger of being discovered,
pulled up the jeans, and got quickly out of the building.

	The next day at work, all I thought of was Babe's promise for
"more," that night. She wasn't working until the night shift, but I
hurried my guys through their routines and got them in bed early. I
was so aroused it was tempting to jerk off right then, but I wasn't
crazy; I held out for the real thing. After an interminable day, I was
relieved by the night shift, and I wandered over to talk to Babe.

	Right off I noticed she was wearing a tight black stretch top.
Her figure wasn't very good, but again, it was her display of
willingness, and availability that made me so aroused. I walked behind
her and fingered her nipples, kneaded her tits. "Not yet," she said
flatly.

	I felt deflated. I hoped this wasn't going to turn into a
power play, the older woman reveling in her control over the younger
man. While I groused, she finished the laundry arrangements and came
back.

	She knelt at the foot of my chair. "I've got something very
special in store for you... " she said, gliding her hands up and down
my thighs. She pulled me out of the chair and around a corner and
pressed her body against me and passionately kissed me, sucking my
tongue while rubbing our pelvises in tight circles.

	When she could feel that I was utterly aroused, she led me to
the women's room and opened the door. There were eight retarded women,
all sleeping. She led me in and closed the door. I stared at the
bodies; the covers were off of some of them and their underwear-
covered asses faced out. Others lay on their backs with their breasts
bulging through their T-shirts. Babe took my hand, and walked to the
bed of the nearest girl, pulled back the covers, and tried to guide my
hand into the girl's underwear.

	I was pretty shocked, and not aroused. Frankly, I was scared.
"Babe... what are you doing? This is terrible, trying to take
advantage... " She stood straight and looked at me directly: "Johnny,
these are adult women. They have needs. They have sex drives,
desires."

	"But they're retarded, Babe. It's rape to take advantage of
them... "

	"Nope; not taking advantage. I guarantee you that if I wake
her up, and she sees your cock, she will knock you down to get on top
of it." She walked up to me, and started unbuttoning my shirt. "You
could have all of them. Fuck all of them, one at a time. Together.
With me."

	I was aroused as hell at the prospect, of course. But I was
still worried. "What about rubbers? They'll get pregnant!"

	"They're all on the pill. It's part of their medication. Their
parents would be very upset if they put them in this home and they got
pregnant." My shirt was off, and Babe had unbuttoned the top button of
my jeans. I felt that I was losing control. "Wait. Just wait," I said,
a little pissed. We looked at each other in silence, me looking
dubious.

	Finally she walked to a bed and pulled back the covers; it was
the tall black girl I'd seen in the shower. Babe roused her by pulling
off her underwear. It felt like there was no oxygen in the room and I
had to gasp. Babe pulled her shirt over her head and the girl, who was
by now awake, was looking at me.

	She, like Babe, seemed to be the personification of sexuality.
She was utterly unselfconscious in admiring my body, and massaging the
parts of her that made her feel good. I walked toward her to better
see where she was putting her hands, and Babe and I both knew I was
hooked. We eased off my jeans and I sat on the bed next to the girl.
She looked at my stiff cock and gulped and moaned.

	I gently massaged her breast, which she liked. She touched my
cock, gently, at first, then batted it around, to see how it moved.
Babe helped her to lay on her back, and I kneeled above her. I
couldn't believe I was about to do this, but it was too inviting,
seeing the tall, sensuously figured girl below me, fingering her clit
in anticipation, with foam on her pussy lips. Looking at that, I said
to myself, "This body was meant to be fucked. It would be a crime for
her never to enjoy this." With that, I eased my cock into her.

	Babe had to keep a hand on her mouth; the girl was so loud.
She thrashed around, but always wisely, to improve the rub of my pubic
hair on her clitoris. Babe then flicked her clit while I eased my cock
in and out of this girl's hot, tight hole.

	Finally, I pulled the girl up and lay down myself, and let her
do the moving above me. She loved the opportunity, and slammed back on
my cock and rode me like a wild animal. Her breasts banged together,
and side to side, until I grasped one, and suckled. A low, animal moan
came from her.

	I twitched and gasped as Babe snaked her finger into my
asshole. I looked past the girl to Babe and saw that she had her
fingers in both my and the girl's assholes. The finger in the anus bit
was just too much; I arched my back, pushed against Babe's finger,
pounded the girl into my cock by holding her pelvic bone, and came
like I'd never come before.

	The black girl wasn't going to let me go, though. She kept
rubbing and bouncing for another five minutes, until she'd come, too.
I had to cover her mouth to stop her screams. While the downstairs
guard might not have heard it, the other occupants of the room had
certainly heard us.

	As I rolled out from under the black girl, I noticed that the
seven roommates were masturbating. Two were even trying to rub their
clits together.

	As I surveyed the room, I noticed a heavyset woman in her
thirties, whom I recognized as the owner of the fat hairy pussy I'd
seen when I went to borrow the shampoo. I pointed to her and Babe got
the message. She guided the woman onto all fours, and there was the
pussy I'd seen in my dreams: fat, hairy, utterly alive and wet.

	I knelt behind her to examine it closely and licked it. The
woman quivered, and I let my tongue ride up her crack into her
asshole. She laughed out loud, which surprised me. I was hard again,
and rose to my knees, held her hips, and guided my cock straight into
her snatch. It was incredible, being in the warm, wet pussy that I'd
seen in my mind and had wanted. I banged away selfishly, and was
getting pretty close, when I pulled out, to the audible disappointment
of the woman, and used her pussy juice to soften up the entrance to
her ass.

	Then, I worked my dick into her anus and it felt so lovely it
almost stopped my heart. It was supremely tight, which was just what I
needed after all the stimulation I'd had in the last two days. I had
to pull my cock out slowly because it was dry, and it seemed that the
skin of my cock stayed glued to her tunnel, while my meat slid back
and forth inside the skin wrapper. I finally had my cock all the way
in and was openly grunting my pleasure. I looked around the room and
saw the other seven women eagerly fingering their clits and watching
the show we were giving them.

	"Babe," I said, "Put your finger in my ass again." Babe came
behind me, and before obliging, massaged my balls warmly and gave me a
deep soul kiss. Then she worked her finger back in there. It felt
brilliant, fucking an ass and having my ass fucked. The stimulation on
my prostate made me bend over the retarded girl and push eagerly to
orgasm. Her asshole was so tight I hardly had to move during orgasm;
it was optimal just to rock a little bit against the tightness. Babe
worked her finger around in me with a frenzy while I came, which gave
my orgasm an intensity that made me feel faint.

	When I came to my senses, I realized how noisy the room was,
with all of the retarded women pleasuring themselves. I looked at Babe
and said, "Let's get out of here... " and pulled on my clothes. I
took her by the hand and pulled her out of the room. I pushed her
against the wall and gave her a desperately thankful kiss. "That was
incredible. But we can't ever do that again." The passing of my libido
had made me realize the danger in what we'd done. Babe still had a
fixed smile on her face. I was puzzled.

	She came close, put her face up to mine, and with a cigarette
breath said huskily, "I want to lick the shit off your cock." I fell
back against the wall, slumped in erotic overload.

	Sure enough, she opened my pants and slurped on my flaccid
cock. I thought that there was nothing my cock could be interested in
after all the excitement it had had recently, but it seemed that the
converse was true; the slightest stimulation made it stiff as a board
and ready for more. Babe was clearly happily surprised by this, and
slicked my cock up with her saliva. "Now you're gonna do me in the
ass," she said.

	As she dropped her pants and bent over I shook my head in
disbelief at the heights Babe was taking me. Babe backed into me and
her hairy, lumpy ass absorbed my cock, thanks to her guiding hand.
Just a little at first, just the head, but the spit helped to get that
past, and then we slowly, with ups and downs, navigated the rest of my
dick down her ass.

	I bent over her and worked her clit with one hand and tweaked
her nipple with the other. "I love to fuck you," I panted. "Say it
louder!" she cried. Punctuating my words with thrusts, I bellowed,
"I-love-to-fuck-you!" She began to babble: "Oh, fuck me, Johnny, yes,
in the ass, fuck me in the ass. fuck me slow now, oh, oh, just a
little, oh, OH! that feels good, oh, wet your finger in my cunt; it's
dry, oh, that's nice, little circles with your finger, OH!" Babe would
position my finger on her clit when I slipped off. There was a
terrific slapping noise as her ample thighs and ass banged off of me.

	The fuck ended with me violently slamming into her ass, both
of us off-balance and almost falling because of the pants caught
around our ankles. What set me off was when she reached under and
began to massage my balls while I fucked her in the ass; I stiffened
and immediately felt a rising toward orgasm. The orgasm must have
lasted twenty seconds, and when my last spasm came upon me, I leaned
into Babe and ground against her, rubbing her clit as she finished her
orgasm. I lay drained on the cold linoleum, I thought, "No way I'm
going to be hard again for a week."

	After a thick good-bye kiss, I staggered down the street to
the all-night diner for coffee.

	As I sat holding the mug so I could smell the Java, I recalled
that this was the way the ancient Greeks had taught sex-ed. They had a
friendly older adult (a man in their case) school boys on sex. Babe
was everything teenage guys like me dreamed of: expert, horny, and
undemanding socially. Yep, I thought as I sipped the coffee, I'm
pretty fuckin' lucky.