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The beautiful imbecile
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THE BEAUTIFUL IMBECILE
She resided at the local Bordello. She had the body of a
goddess: blonde, tanned and firm, with stately breasts
that stood out proudly; perfect legs and thighs, a rounded
ass that moved seductively when she walked, the face of an
angel. But she had been born retarded and had the mind of
a small child. Her mother had been one of the call girls.
The only alternative to keeping the girl at the Bordello
had been turning her over to a government institution. So
she had been raised by the ladies of the Bordello, and the
customers. She had been slowly schooled in the ways to
please men, and it suited her perfectly; for retarded
children take pleasure in the simple feeling of affection
and the thrill of sex.
To simplify her grooming and add to the eroticism of her
appearance, the ladies had all her hair below the neck
removed by electrolysis. When she was still a very little
girl, she had been shown how good it felt to play with her
tiny clitoris, and had gleefully taken to rubbing it.
Encouraged in her natural tendency to masturbate often,
she had the best of lubricants, stimulants and
instruction. As she grew, the ladies found boys and then
men with ever larger penises to exercise her growing
vagina. She had been given only to men who treated her
with kindness, and so she learned the pleasures of
cunnilingus and caresses. When finally puberty had begun
to render her a beautiful woman, she immersed herself in
the new electricity she felt when her enlarging nipples
were sucked; how her growing but still perfectly bare
vagina began to open when she felt the electricity, and
produce delicious liquid the help the mens' penises stroke
in her so easily; how her lips and anus both became more
sensitive so she could be overwhelmed by pleasure in many
places. Daily the ladies bathed and oiled and exercised
her, and shared her delight in sex with the understanding
customers; some of the staff ladies also sought her
company.
When I came to know her, I felt at ease in her presence;
for she was simple, good natured, and never left any
question as to her motives.
The first time I saw her, I had been ushered into her room
where she sat on her low bed while two of the Bordello
ladies did her makeup.
The sun shone through a large window, rendering
transparent the baby-doll pajama top that hung
cantilevered from her very firm breasts with the huge pink
nipples that seemed topped with little erect penises.
As she was sitting cross-legged, I saw the dark pink of
her nude pussy; as the ladies worked on her, her finger
played lazily with her protruding clit.
To the envy of the other working girls, she orgasmed
inexhaustibly, and her vaginal muscles had grown strong
from this constant exercise.
Her child's mind cared not at all for money, and so she
received much affection from the others, who shared in the
profit from her play. She took pleasure in what gave
others pleasure, and the ladies had painstakingly taught
her how to make love with every opening of her body, and
then they taught her how to make love to themselves.
She spent much of her time practicing with each lady, to
give the tongue-flick or tender suction or manual vaginal
and anal manipulation which that particular lady enjoyed.
So it was not surprising that the others would stay with
her, if a customer wished, while she gave him his
pleasure; it was also her pleasure, and the pride of the
others in her training. They would hold her reassuringly
when a new customer came, and encourage her in her own
pleasure.
When they had finished with her makeup, the two ladies
gave me a demonstration. All that was needed, they told
me, was an erotic touch. One of them stroked her down the
belly, then gently brushed her ass with a hand. Soon the
girl was breathing faster, smiling. She pressed with both
hands on the bone above her vagina, pulling and pushing to
stretch and rub the folds of skin around her clit against
one another. She never touched her clit, yet in a few
moments her eyes opened wide and her vagina and anus gave
a huge squeeze and kept pumping. Her face looked like a
baby who had suckled to contentment as one of the ladies
hugged her.
My cock was straining painfully against my pants, and the
other ladies helped me get my clothes off. As my erection
sprang out, the beautiful imbecile smiled clearly, looking
straight in my eyes.
As I approached her, she grasped it and pressed it to her
vagina, rubbing herself with it, holding it close, wanting
me to know my penis was loved. She so obviously took
pleasure in it, pressing my shaft to herself so I could
feel her vagina contracting on me as she throbbed, that I
was greatly aroused. The total absence of hair made her
feel so smooth and warm that before I knew it, I was
spurting great geysers of cum over her belly and breasts,
little drops landing on the large nubbly plains of her
magnificent nipples.
And I could feel her cumming also, her vagina pulsing on
the underside of my cock as we felt each other orgasm.
I walked to the bed to relax. As I sat down she leaned
over me to lick my cock gently clean. She hugged me, like
a child. Then she produced two dildos, attached at their
bases to a cord. The ladies lubricated them, leaned her
back on her elbows, and slowly inserted first the vaginal
and then the anal pacifier. She held them in with her
hands, closing her eyes, her vagina and anus visibly
suckling on them. They slipped a belt around her waist and
tied the cord attaching the dildos to it so it held them
in securely.
They sat beside her, and each began to stroke one of her
rounded breasts. The girl put an arm around each one,
hugging them closer to her. As she squeezed ecstatically
on the two pacifiers, liquid began to flow from around the
vaginal dildo with every throb. The two lightened their
touch, now just brushing the large nipples with their
fingers in time to the girl's contractions. In a short
time they had elicited another powerful orgasm. I thought
they would stop, but they pressed her breasts a bit
harder, and one of them leaned over to hug the girl
warmly. The orgasm never stopped; the contractions had
decreased in intensity, but now they resumed and I watched
fascinated as she continued steadily to orgasm, eyes
lidded and breathing hard, sometimes glancing to see that
I was pleased.
It was the continuing that did it: somehow, her constant
cumming reawakened my penis, made me want to feel the
contentment she showed. Now they moved her so our legs
intertwined, and one of them held my rising erection to
her clitoris, which stood out proudly from its hood, next
to the valley created by the cord. The lady touched my
cock to the juices flowing over the girl's buns, and began
slowly to masturbate me while applying more of the juice.
Soon my cock was fully hard, and with a swift motion, she
untied the cord, slipped out the vaginal dildo, and with
her hand gently guided my rejuvenated member into the
opening, which was still contracting rhythmically. I felt
as though I was still recovering from my earlier orgasm;
relaxing, sleepy.
But my penis was not playing along, the magnificent
powerful squeezes of the girl's tireless orgasm pulled me
erect, kept my penis tingling. The ladies moved to me. It
was time, they told me. The two pressed their breasts
against me, intertwining their arms as they surrounded and
held me, touching my cock when it was revealed each time I
moved outward, kissing my neck, pinching my nipples and
stroking my belly as I fucked the girl, whose contractions
now became more powerful as I became more aroused. When I
moved in, her vagina would pull at my penis with a rolling
suction from the base to the head. I was on my knees now,
and one of the two was holding my testicles and pressing
the underside of my cock when it withdrew, cradling me,
holding me. "Let us all feel you cum", she whispered, and
the other lady reached to hold the base of my cock as I
stroked. They held me tight as the cum began to rise,
building in tension so I barely needed to move, exploding
into the girl with a force that surprised me, and
continuing so that for a while we both seemed to be
constantly cumming, pulsating together forever, she
suckling my spurting semen.
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Before I visited her again I sent a friend who I knew
would enjoy her to make her acquaintance alone. So when we
returned together, she was unafraid, knowing both of us,
having suckled and orgasmed on both our penises, tasted
both our semen. This time we sent the ladies-in-waiting
away.
We were alone with this utterly submissive nymph whose
major pleasure was the heights of sexual stimulation. We
had arranged for her to be dressed in a skimpy costume
consisting mainly of straps; the top part cradled each
breast but thrust the nipples out through slits, so they
were slightly distorted. The bottom was a mere outline,
highlighting the naked peach of her pussy and the round
shape of each cheek of her lovely ass. We had also had her
prepared with an enema and a coating of glistening
lubricant on her openings. The ladies assured us that she
had no opportunity to masturbate all day and so would be
quite ready. When they left, her hand darted to her hungry
pussy and she began to arouse herself.
She smiled when we undressed, happy to see us and our
penises. I began by filling her now wet vagina with myself
and pumping vigorously until I filled her with my first
load of semen. Then I rolled away, leaving my friend to
fill the just-vacated warmth and relieve the desire that
had built up.
They copulated for a long time, during which she was
steadily cumming. Watching had aroused me again, and I was
idly masturbating when he finished, the sheets wet with
our pleasures. I pulled her head to my cock to keep it
hard while he relaxed.
Soon he began to recover his erection, and I showed her
that I wanted her to suck him to full hardness. I moved
her so she knelt before him with her ass in the air,
exposing her delicious rosebud hole to me. I got on my
knees behind her and began to press the head of my penis
into her anus. With amazing ease it began to enter her,
and I could feel her throbs grow stronger, squeezing me as
I slid so easily in. She quickened her motions on him
also, and he began to breathe faster. I turned her around
now, pulling out of her and motioning her to replace me
with his now rock-rigid penis. She slid her rear to him as
he lay on his side, reached back and helped him refill
her.
Relief was visible on her face as he entered her. She lay
facing me, as though she might be simply relaxing. Though
I could not see it, I knew that there was a hard cock in
her anus, bringing a warm pleasant look to her face. I lay
down facing her, and she put her arms out to me and pulled
me close. I lifted her leg and now saw my friend's balls
and the base of his penis as he was slowly pumping her.
She had a look of desire on her face, and her pussy looked
lonely as it moved with his strokes, being manipulated
only indirectly. She put her hand on my cock and guided
it to her entrance. Slowly I entered her, much more slowly
than my friend's strokes, so that I felt the movements of
his cock pressuring her; the point of contact was slowly
moving down my shaft as her vagina engulfed more of it.
Finally I was fully in her, my erection lying still to
feel her throbbing as the cock behind her pussy generated
exquisite strokes of pleasure on mine.
We pumped her slowly, first alternating then timing our
strokes simultaneously. Slowly, languidly, the three of us
let our excitement rise. She would reach to her clitoris
when she fell behind, and one of us would slow down so the
other could stay apace. After a long time, we were all
poised on the threshold of orgasm, all panting. The
crescendo was approaching and she turned her head to be
reassured by my friend that he was ready, then nestled it
against my chest. She was the spark that set us off, her
hips quivering as she came down hard on our cocks with a
gigantic squeeze. We erupted together, each of us feeling
the orgasming of two others encouraging our cumming to
continue, to throb again and again, to fill her with semen
unending, sometimes all throbbing at the same time, a team
effort at simultaneous expiation. I had never come for so
long, so many pulsations, and, I was sure, so much creamy
semen.
We all lay there for a time, coming down, returning to the
world pleasantly drained and at peace. Our two erections
subsided very slowly.
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