Care in the community

Man uses a 40 year old female imbecile.for sexual gratification and aquires a taste for it

This is a sordid tale but it's true. As Oscar Wilde once said, "I can resist anything but temptation," and what with me having no morals to speak of, I tend to give in to temptation quite a lot.

By choice, I associate with the lowest of the low. Those dregs of society who's morals are about as sparse as my own. People like us with no money tend to have to make their own entertainment and the most readily available cheap thrill in offer is sex. Any sex. I'm straight as it happens. I've never lusted after a man in my life, but must admit that there have been times when a man has lusted over me and I've actually let him get on with it. It's odd. It's queer. It's unnatural and it's that unnaturalness that has had my heart pounding in my chest with fear and loathing as an alien cock has pleasured itself within my loins. A man's tongue in my ear is enough to petrify me into inactivity while his hands explore the rest of my unresisting body. I can't say I like it, but I'm addicted to the intense thrill of my own depravity.

Of course, it's the female sex that provides me with most of my sexual adventures. Any female will do of any age. After all, beggars can't be choosers. Lonely old women tend to come in two varieties: timid and desperate. Yes, horny grannies do exist and the sensations I experience when ejaculating between the matronly bossoms of some plump old biddy are no less intense than when pumping a drunken teenage slut up a back alley (and you can interpret that turn of phrase in any way you wish. As for the timid, those too come in two varieties. Those too embarrassed to report being raped and those who aren't. So far, I've gotten away with guessing which is which 🤞🏻.

So, that's my back story, but it's not THE story. My story proper starts with me befriending a prostitute. Now, prostitute's don't generally have friends, they have controlling pimps instead. However, I was lucky enough to hook up with a pimpless hooker by the name of Chantelle and we got on really well. We still do. I do odd jobs for her about the house and she does odd jobs for me in the bedroom, or kitchen, or wherever. She's good at her craft.

As it happens, my prostitute friend has an older sister with a severe mental disorder. It's so bad that she needs to be looked after 24/7. She has to be washed, dressed, fed, have her bottom wiped; you name it, she needs it. Most of the time Sarah (for such is her name) lives with her parents; but when ever they needed a break, (which was often), they dumped her on Chantelle. Now, Chantelle has a heart of gold and begrudged her unfortunate sister nothing. However, having Chantelle at home means she can't work - unless somebody else looks after her sister.

You know where this is leading, don't you. Yes, I got the gig. I got to wipe the drool from Sarah's permanently gaping mouth. That's how it started. That mouth. Always open, always running over with drool. I'd had blow jobs a-plenty from her sister so I figured it might be nice to get the set. Sarah was slumped on the couch. It was the work of a moment to get my cock out, kneel on the couch straddling Sarah's lap and push my cock deep inside that gaping chasm. Then something unexpected happened; the chasm closed. A thick warm slimy tongue began lapping at me and it felt truly fantastic. Not wanting to waste the moment, I dropped my hands to Sarah's voluminous bra-less boobs billowing gently behind the thin material of her t-shirt. Here was softness in the extreme. My spread fingers seemed to sink into her and I decided I just had to see these magnificent mammaries. I pulled the t-shirt off over Sarah's head, making her boobs billow all the more.
Sarah's eye widened and she made a sound. Not a word, just a sound. It might have meant "please don't" but then again it could equally have meant "yes please." One thing was for sure; whatever I did next, Sarah was never going to tell anyone about it. She just wasn't capable of it.

I was aroused; the house was empty and here I was, alone with a forty year old vulnerable female's body to play with to my heart's (and prick's) content. I guess I could have taking things more slowly and explained to Sarah what I had in mind in an attempt to put her at her ease, but I didn't. Instead, I hurriedly dragged her down onto the floor and pulled her slacks off to find she was wearing nothing underneath. Okay, Sarah was fat, but not repulsively so. As a result, her body was soft all over; a softness that quivered and rippled as I assaulted it and boy did I assault it. I slapped it, I punched it, I mauled it and clawed at it as I forced my way between those soft, smooth, ivory white thighs of hers. It was obvious that I was just about to rape a mentally defective woman who was in no way able to give consent and yet I felt the need to tell her that, just so I could enjoy hearing the words. Sarah made that sound again. I pleased me to think it meant "no, you mustn't, it's illegal and I don't want to get pregnant." Actually, I found the thought of getting this cretin pregnant intensely stimulating and I set about the task with gusto. I've a six inch long penis but even so, I never reached her cervix. What I did reach was a place of hot, wet pressure that I felt compelled to thrust though. It was as if her slippy cunt was trying and only just failing to grip me. The huge mounds of her liquid- soft breasts seethed and bulged as I repeated rammed in and out of her untill I exploded inside her. I looked her straight in to eye as I pumped my sperm into her and said "I hope this gets you pregnant, you fucking looney bitch."
Sarah just.made that weird sound again.

Chantelle on the other hand, (who'd snuck in when my attention was distracted by erotic idiot I was bonking), was chrystal clear.
"You could shaft my sister from now until kingdom come and you'll never get her pregnant. We had her fellopien tubes taken out after she had her first period. Just because Sarah's round the twist doesn't mean the rest of her family are. Oh, by the way, the going rate for shagging my looney sister is a freshly painted kitchen for the first time but from thereon in, it'll be wallpaper jobs."

So be it. Must close now as I've her spare bedroom to measure up!