Author: Sterling
Title: Happy Fucking Retards
Summary: Katy volunteers with women who are blind, deaf and retarded.
She brightens their lives with a bit of sexual stimulation, the
success of which leads in turn to sex between them and men who
are similarly disabled. It then expands to include ordinary
people who are stunningly unattractive, who would feel too
humiliated to be judged by a sighted person of normal intellect.
If you will never grow up mentally, maybe sex is just something
that feels good -- nothing more and nothing less.
Keywords: MF, mf, Mf, mF, 1st, het, cons, humor, voy, group

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 1/25/2021.

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Happy Fucking Retards

Chapter 1

Katy was 17, a senior in high school. She had had some crushes on
boys, even been on a few awkward dates. She was looking forward
to love and sex when she was older. To be honest, she knew she
wasn't all that attractive. Sure, there were boys who wouldn't
kick her out of bed, but... who would want that?

Katy's little brother Jason was both mildly autistic and mildly
retarded. He was basically a good kid. When he was 12 he started
masturbating -- rubbing his stiff cock a lot. Initially she was
kind of grossed out by the idea -- her sweet little brother doing
that? But her mother told her it was natural. He mostly did it in
private. He wasn't an exhibitionist or anything, but he wasn't so
great with his privacy. Her bedroom was next to his, and he
wouldn't try to hide the "fapping" sound of flesh on flesh or his
happy sigh at the moment of orgasm.

Katy knew people wrote her brother off totally because he wasn't
normal, and she felt passionately about not labeling people. She
volunteered at a local home for those with severe developmental
disabilities.

All of the girls on the ward she was assigned to were retarded.
Many of them were profoundly so; none would ever speak. Others
were deaf or blind in addition to their retardation. These girls
could feed themselves to some extent, and were all
toilet-trained. They would make their needs known and one of the
staff would help them to the toilet. But that was about it.

One room had four of the worst cases -- all of them were all
three: retarded, blind and deaf. Staff regarded these girls as
basically vegetables and paid little attention to them. When Katy
visited she was left alone with them.

Melissa was actually quite pretty, even though no effort was made
to make her look nice beyond keeping her clean. She had more
emotional reaction than the others. She would smile or frown at
times -- reacting to some internal state Katy could not fathom.
Katy sat by her thinking about what life was like for her. Mostly
she just lay there. It must be boring, but how could her life be
enriched? Occasionally she had her hand in her underpants, doing
something in a rhythmic motion that was obviously masturbating,
and she smiled as she did it. It was an idle activity, without
the sort of intensity that suggested she was seeking orgasm. Just
something pleasant to pass the time. When she stopped rubbing she
stopped smiling.

Sex was something most people preferred to do with partners. What
would happen if Katy tried rubbing her? She felt no attraction,
but wondered what would happen. This was totally illegal, of
course -- but who would know?

She first took Melissa's hand to let her know someone else was
there. Melissa turned her face to her in preparation for finding
out what this caretaker wanted of her. Katy just placed her hand
between Melissa's legs, lifting her johnny up a little, and
gently stroked the crotch of her panties. Melissa laughed a
little, but spread her legs and lay there smiling. Katy kept
rubbing up and down gently in the sort of motion that she herself
liked. After a minute Katy removed her hand. Melissa stopped
smiling, but then reached out to see if Katy was still there, and
finding her, grabbed her hand and put it back between her legs.
Katy rubbed a little more. Melissa seemed to focus with more
intensity than when she was just rubbing herself... what the
heck, Katy slid her hand inside the panties and started rubbing
that way. Melissa kept smiling. Katy did what she did to bring
herself off. She did it over and over, but Melissa didn't seem to
be approaching any sort of climax. After half an hour Melissa got
restless and Katy stopped.

As she knew well, sexual stimulation was fun but could be
frustrating if it didn't end with an orgasm. How could she manage
that? She'd heard of vibrators, and she got her courage up, went
to the local sex shop and bought one. She had to try it out, of
course, and -- whoa! That was pretty intense! She felt kind of
guilty, as she struggled to think of the most secure hiding place
in her room for it, but then she had bought this one for a good
cause.

The next time she went in to see the girls, she took Melissa's
hand, and the patient was once again happy to have Katy's hand
between her legs. Now Katy took out the vibrator, let Melissa
feel it, then turned it on so Melissa could feel with her hands
what that was like too. Melissa readily lifted her hips when Katy
started pulling her panties down, and then she applied the
vibrator in just the right spot. Melissa gave a little gasp and
then a big smile, and spread her legs even wider. Katy kept
applying it, attending to Melissa's reactions, and within two
minutes she shuddered with orgasm. Katy removed the vibrator and
turned it off. Melissa then reached out to Katy and drew her
towards her. Katy cooperated in a sort of awkward hug.

Katy did preliminary experiments with the other three girls in
the room. Two batted her hand away when she placed it between
their legs and began rubbing. The third tolerated it for a little
while, then squirmed away.

On her next visit she repeated the procedure with the vibrator,
and Melissa was similarly enthusiastic. When she reached out for
a hug, Katy cooperated more fully and found herself
chest-to-chest with Melissa while the patient bucked her hips
upward a few times. It got Katy to thinking. Women were
programmed to like sex, obviously. It seemed there was something
else to it besides just wanting an orgasm. With a man, it also
involved the vagina. On her next visit Katy applied the vibrator
for a while, then stopped. Melissa was alert and seemed
momentarily distressed, but when Katy explored her vagina with
her finger, the finger went in just fine, and Melissa smiled. Two
fingers also went in just fine. Katy moved them in and out in the
motion of sex and Melissa's smile got wider. With her other hand
she retrieved the vibrator and applied it once again. It seemed
just seconds later that Melissa twitched and sighed with orgasm.
Katy removed vibrator and fingers. Once again, Melissa reached
out to hug Katy tight to her.

What would Melissa like even more? The obvious idea was what
nature intended... she wanted a man to have intercourse with her.
Katy knew from the diagnosis in her chart and investigating
online that Melissa was sterile. Melissa was not mentally capable
of consent -- but why was that important? She was never going to
suddenly get intelligent and realize that there was more to sex
than the physical act or that she had been betrayed.

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"Hey Jason," she said when they were alone. "Would you like to
have sex with a girl?"

The 15-year-old smiled and looked uncomfortable. "Sort of. But
she would laugh at me. And I don't want anyone who has to do it,
like a pros-ti-tute."

"I've got an idea. How'd you like to come with me next time I go
to the Home? But you have to promise to never, ever tell anyone."

"Sure!" he said.

When the coast was clear, Katy snuck Jason into the room and
closed the door. She explained how Melissa was blind and deaf and
retarded. She then proceeded to pull Melissa's underpants down
and produced the vibrator.

"Wow... Wow, wow... " murmured Jason. Katy looked over her
shoulder at Jason as she slid her finger into Melissa's vagina.

"I think she'd probably like to get it... I can't be sure, but
you want to try?"

"But you're here."

"I'd better stay, yes, to make sure it's OK. I've seen you naked
before, right? And I've seen you excited too?"

Jason shrugged and slipped off his trousers and underpants. His
stiff cock was bigger than Katy remembered.

"Let me give her an orgasm, and then see what she wants."

When Melissa groaned with orgasm, Katy got up and had Jason sit
down in her place. When Melissa reached out, she found a
different person. She knew at once he was different. Katy guided
her hand to Jason's stiff cock. Melissa looked surprised but not
unhappy.

"Go on, get in position," said Katy. She was still guiding
Melissa's hand so she could feel the cock as it approached her
vagina. Melissa didn't object, even as she felt the cock tip
right at her vagina.

"Go on, slide it in -- slowly," said Katy.

Both Jason and Melissa gasped with surprise. Katy couldn't see
just what was going on, but it looked like Jason had penetrated
her a fair amount, and now he slid back and forth.

Melissa gave a big smile, reached up and clutched Jason to her in
a bear hug.

Seconds later Jason groaned and moaned with pleasure, then went
limp. Apparently Jason's full weight was on Melissa, because she
started squirming beneath him. Jason slid off of her to the side.
Melissa was still smiling.

Katy was slightly ashamed to realize she had been quite aroused
herself for some time. Not that she wanted to do it with her
brother (yech!) but the situation was definitely a sexy one.

Katy looked back and forth. The boy and the girl both looked very
happy. Jason looked at his sister, and looking mildly
embarrassed, he turned away from her to hide his nakedness.

"She didn't laugh at you, eh? And I don't think she was just
doing you a favor."

"No, that was great!" said Jason.

Katy sat holding the hand of the young woman who seemed more
content than she had ever been before. She started pulling the
panties up again when Jason said, "I want to do it again."

Katy said, "Again? You want to do it again?" Geez, her little
brother was greedy! But... why not?

"Well, let's see."

Jason turned to face Melissa. Any embarrassment he felt at being
naked in front of his sister was overcome by his lust. Jason
guided Melissa's hand so she could explore his stiff cock and
make her wishes known. She grinned and spread her legs wide.

"Guess you have your answer!" said Katy.

"Yes!" said Jason under his breath. He mounted, inserted, and
thrust away. Melissa smiled as Jason went on and on. After
several minutes Jason thrust harder, then moaned his pleasure and
release. Melissa just kept smiling as he withdrew.

Katy had met a few of Jason's fellow students in his autism
group. She asked him if he thought any of them would be
interested, and he shrugged. But Katy thought John was a good
candidate. After swearing him to silence, the three of them paid
Melissa a visit. After her orgasm with the vibrator, they let
John give it a try. He had no trouble figuring out just what to
do, and he loved it. Melissa acted delighted to let John poke her
with his penis, then Jason, then John again and Jason again. When
Katy went to pull Melissa's panties up, she noticed the
discharge. Of course! The boys were ejaculating inside her, and
it would have to come out at some point. Katy used wipes on
Melissa's lips and also dug inside to get some more of the goop
out. She didn't want to leave any evidence behind.

When Katy visited by herself, Melissa enjoyed her orgasm from the
vibrator but then felt around for a boy and his cock, and seemed
disappointed to find none.

For logistical reasons, John was never able to join them again.

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Chapter 2

The door opened suddenly. "What's going on here?" asked a stern
voice. Katy saw it was Mrs. White, the supervisor.

Jason wasn't actually doing it when she burst in. He didn't even
have an erection. But he was naked from the waist down, and
Melissa was too, her legs spread wide. There wasn't any hiding
what was going on. Katy turned pale.

Mrs. White was past 60, stout and severe. Katy did not expect
this to end well.

She struggled to find the right thing to say, but Jason spoke
first. "I'm having sex with Melissa. She likes it a lot!"

"You know she couldn't possibly consent to sex!" Mrs. White
looked at Katy.

"Neither can I," said Jason with his socially inept grin. "I'm
not old enough."

"Um, he's my brother, and he's autistic," said Katy.

But Jason's erection was rising again. "See, I'll show you!"

Katy considered intervening, but... what good would it do?

Mrs. White seemed too stunned to do anything herself.

Jason lowered himself, Melissa gave a big smile, and then she
grinned as Jason plunged in and started fucking away.

"See, she likes it!" he said.

Mrs. White moved closer, peering at Melissa's face. "It sure
looks like she's feeling good."

Katy reached behind her and found the vibrator and held it out
towards Mrs. White with a guilty smile. "I always use this on her
first. She seems to like it a lot."

"Totally illegal..." murmured Mrs. White. "Completely illegal...
But I've never seen Melissa look so happy... ever!"

Jason groaned with climax, and after a few moments withdrew.

Mrs. White said, "Amazing... And who's going to tell? None of the
others! ... But what about them? Have you investigated with
them?" She pointed in the direction of the other three.

"I... I tried exploring with them, but they didn't seem into it
so much. But it was just with my fingers..."

"Well, I've heard a vibrator feels much nicer than just fingers!"
she said. "And Melissa did look so happy..."

Maybe this wouldn't end so badly after all.

Mrs. White said, "Let's try this on Mary here." To Katy's
astonishment, Mrs. White took the vibrator, turned it on, and sat
by Mary, pulling the sheet down. Mary waited to see what this
person was going to do. When Mrs. White applied it to her
underpants, Mary squawked and writhed, and Mrs. White said, "Now
don't be so uncooperative!" When Mrs. White held the vibrator in
position for a few seconds, Mary stopped struggling. After a few
more seconds, she began to smile. Mrs. White stopped to pull her
underpants down and then apply it directly. Mary spread her legs
wide.

"Hey, you think she wants it?" said Jason. Katy cringed.

Mrs. White said, "You all ready again? I see you are. Ah, to be
young... Sure, let's see if she has an orgasm here... There, that
looked like a little one... Let's find out what she thinks of the
real thing."

Katy thought of asking if they should check her vagina to be sure
it wouldn't hurt, but Mrs. White was now in charge. She removed
the vibrator, and Mary frowned.

Jason, with his innocent grin, mounted. Mary felt with her hands
to evaluate this new presence. Her hand lingered on his stiff
cock and she spread her legs wider as she released it. Did she
recognize what it was for by instinct? Jason lowered himself into
position, pressed, pressed harder, and then he was in.

Mary grimaced and yelped, but she did not struggle. Instead, she
started smiling and put her arms on Jason's shoulders.

"I suppose she was a virgin," murmured Mrs. White.

"This is great!" said Jason, pumping away. Katy knew he'd already
had three orgasms, so it wouldn't be surprising if he took a
while.

Mary seemed actively excited. After a couple minutes, she gasped
and sighed.

Mrs. White said, "Oh, my goodness! Just from it going in and out?
... I suppose there is potential here... give these girls some
happiness, and let some boys and men get happy too."

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When Katy visited next, Mrs. White said, "The next step is seeing
if the residents might have sex with each other, men and women."

Katy was surprised. But of course it made sense.

"Let me go get James," she said. Katy waited, in the mean time
offering a bit of human touch to the other two girls in the room,
the two who were not affected by this new sexual activity.

"This is James," Mrs. White said when she returned. "A man who is
often observed masturbating in his bed. The most sexually
inclined of our multiply disabled male residents. I want to see
if he will have sex with Melissa."

First they helped him remove all his clothes, then they brought
him over to Melissa. They let her feel who this new person was.
Then they moved James's hands in various ways to touch Melissa,
including her breasts, her naked crotch, and her spread legs.
Mrs. White fondled James's cock to try to get him to think sexual
thoughts. They tried nudging him into mounting position, but he
didn't get the idea.

"I suppose we humans don't usually lie on each other, except for
one specific purpose," said Mrs. White with a smile.

They tried everything they could think of, but after a half hour
James got irritable, and Mrs. White took him back to the men's
ward.

As Katy was preparing to leave, Mrs. White said, "Can you come
with Jason next time?" She briefly explained her plan.

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Shortly after Katy and Jason arrived, Mrs. White retrieved James
again, and the four of them approached Melissa. The hope was that
if James could feel Jason and Melissa actually having sex, he
would understand that he could substitute himself for Jason.

First they helped him remove his clothes. Then Mrs. White took
one of James's hands and Katy the other, trying to let him feel
every aspect of the situation... there was Melissa on her back,
with no penis between her legs but instead a flat place and an
opening. There was Jason, above her on his knees, and there was
his stiff cock. There was Jason's body coming downward, and there
was the stiff cock, and there it was touching Melissa's body, and
then the stiff cock slipped inside. Then they guided James's
fingers to feel Jason's body going up and down, and specifically
his pubic region getting closer and farther from Melissa's, over
and over again. After a while, Jason made a deep thrust, as they
kept James's hand between the male and female pubic regions as he
pressed them together. Jason groaned and gasped, which of course
James could not hear, and then his hands were guided to feel them
separate. He could not see Melissa smiling with satisfaction.

But James suddenly started smiling -- and his cock started
getting stiff. James might be retarded, blind, and deaf, but
apparently the message had gotten through to him -- perhaps to
some deep, animal part of his being. With just a little guidance
they got him to start lying on Melissa, they aimed his cock, and
he pushed it into the girl. He wiggled in and out, and ten
seconds later he gasped and pressed deep into her, a big smile on
his face.

Melissa smiled and hugged him. There was no clear evidence that
she realized it was a different male mating with her, but perhaps
she didn't care, as long as he gave her what she wanted.

Mrs. White and Katy looked at each other and smiled.

Carl could be taught to copulate with a girl, and Mary could be
substituted for Melissa for the female role. Later many more
women and men could be introduced to this new activity and find
it very rewarding.

Katy thought of those nature shows where the scientists spoke of
how hard it was to get some species to mate in captivity, and
their joy if they managed it. And while she cringed with guilt to
think of the word that came to her mind... Katy and Mrs. White
had gotten two retards to mate in captivity!

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Mrs. White caught Katy in a relaxed moment, and said, "I feel I
should tell you... I actually got Carl to have sex with me."

Katy was astonished.

"I figured that given how you have been so involved in this, you
ought to know. I've been divorced nine years now, and I miss it.
Oh, I could date in theory, I guess, but whether a guy does it or
not, he's going to be aware that I'm old and fat."

"You're not old and fat!" objected Katy, less because it was the
truth than that politeness required it.

"Yes, very kind of you, there are women who are older and fatter,
but I'm still old and fat. And I knew Carl wouldn't care if I was
old and fat. He wouldn't judge me or feel sorry for me. And
that's why I did it. We've done it more than once. He just has
sex with me me because I'm a woman, and he loves doing it to me
and I love getting it from him. He doesn't try to make me come or
feel bad that he didn't try or tried and didn't succeed."

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Katy was aware that attitudes around sex had gotten a little more
liberal in the past decade or so. The universal STI vaccine
helped. If you had contraception covered, then any two adults who
felt like fucking could fuck. Children were an exception, as were
child-like adults, including people below a certain level of
intellectual development.

If Katy felt like doing it, she could do it. She could have done
it when she was 10 if she'd picked another 10-year-old. And yet
human psychology hadn't changed. She wasn't old and fat, but she
was no beauty. That's how she viewed herself on good days. On bad
days she thought she was just plain ugly. She had this feeling
that any guy who did it would be thinking the whole time about
how she wasn't very attractive. He'd do it, he'd be polite, he'd
have his orgasm, but he'd also be pitying her. That prospect made
it not at all appealing to her. And the word might get around,
and every guy would think of why he compromised to do it with a
dog like her, and debate whether they'd do it to her or not,
since there were plenty of other girls who looked nicer who were
happy to spread their legs.

And yet she wanted sex. Her body was mature, and her hormones had
been pulsing strongly in her veins for several years now.

She wasn't sure why Mrs. White had told her about her and Carl.
Perhaps just to give her a more complete picture of what was
going on. But it gave Katy ideas. It was obvious why Mrs. White
had chosen Carl for getting it. He looked pretty nice, even being
blind and deaf and retarded. And if Katy got Carl to do it to
her, he wouldn't be thinking about how she was ugly. And on the
other hand, she'd be aware that he was blind and deaf and
retarded, but she knew he wouldn't worry about what she was
thinking.

And so, in a quiet time when no one else would be around, she
found Carl, and lay back on his bed and he happily did what he
wanted and what she wanted. At a basic level, she knew what it
would feel like to have a cock slide into her -- the physics were
obvious enough. She knew what sexual pleasure was. But she didn't
really get how it would be, reverberating through layers of her
brain, some of ancient origin, to feel the real thing. She felt a
living cock, sticking out of an excited, living male, slide into
her, after which the male forced it in and out at a rapid pace,
deep and hard and insistently, wanting it and wanting her, and
lying on her with all his weight. It was all of thirty seconds
later that he tensed and groaned, and then relaxed, sure signs
that he had shot his seed way up in her vagina, and then he slid
off of her, relaxed and happy, lost in his own world and having
no care for her. It felt good and right, and she figured maybe
she'd do this every month or two. But she found she wanted it
again a mere half hour later, and Carl was happy to oblige. For a
week she wanted it several times a day, and when she couldn't get
it she dreamed of the next time she could. One of the nurses
walked in on them once, but this sort of thing was common enough
now that she just left with a "Sorry" instead of making some big
scene. Seconds later, Carl ejaculated inside her once more. She
experimented with getting really excited with the vibrator just
before she got him to do her. It felt extra nice but she never
came that way. That was OK. Her interest gradually tapered off to
more sustainable levels.

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The secret of retarded adults having sex didn't stay secret for
long. A few of the guys tried doing it with the nurses who came
to care for them, and Mrs. White had to admit what was behind it.
None of the nurses were religious zealots, and they could see how
much happier their charges were who were engaging in sex, both
men and women. With some stern discipline they taught the men to
never try to do it unless invited.

Relatives who occasionally visited noticed positive changes. Mrs.
White had judged well that the relatives of her original men and
women would focus on the happiness of their retarded relative,
not some outdated notions of morality. With everyone in on the
arrangement, the staff could rearrange living arrangements so
that rooms contained women who were happy to get it and men who
were eager to give it to them. So when some man and woman felt
like doing it, they could just do it without staff intervention.
Some of the residents had the skills and permission to go from
one room to another designated room nearby in search of other
eager or willing mates.

One of the nurses admitted that she too let Carl have sex with
her and she enjoyed it. That made three of them -- her, Mrs.
White, and Katy. This opened up a new question. If there were
those who were not retarded who wanted sex with the severely
retarded, was that a problem?

The three women were no young beauties, but there were a great
many women and men in the world who were much farther from the
ideal of sexual attractiveness. They could be obese or
disfigured. They might be missing a limb or two. But they still
had the same sex drive as any other person. Through the grapevine
of families and staff, some heard of blind, retarded men or women
who would have sex with them enthusiastically, without judgment
and without pay. Some were intrigued.

At first they simply came to the home and had sex with an
enthusiastic partner in a private room. But this put the staff in
the uncomfortable position of having to screen these outsiders --
sometimes physical disabilities were associated with
psychological ailments that could be dangerous to the residents.
The Home also had more interest than they could meet. They soon
decided they had to simply prohibit such liaisons in the
facility.

It was safer when there was a personal connection. Some of the
close relatives of the residents were in that same category, if
rarely extreme cases. They got to talking (and emailing, and
texting). Some had symmetric situations. Why not take their
retarded relatives with them on a day's leave, and meet at one of
their houses? The retarded man could hump the ugly sister in the
bedroom for a while, and then they would swap, where the ugly man
could plunge his cock into the retarded woman for their mutual
pleasure, while the other two passed the time in the living room
-- or did it again.

Such symmetric situations were rare, but there was no need for
everyone to be enjoying sex at every meeting. So some ordinary
man with a retarded sister might take her to the home of the
disfigured brother of one of the other residents, and wait in
some other room while the two achieved mutual satisfaction. Some
ordinary woman with a retarded sister might take her to the home
of a friend of the family of one of the other residents who was
very overweight -- but not so overweight as to prevent him from
getting immense satisfaction from copulating with the retarded
sister.

Open-minded attitudes towards sex with severely retarded
individuals spread gradually across the country.

Katy went to college in a different city, and had a series of
boyfriends, including one serious relationship.

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Chapter 3

The plastic surgeons had done their best on Alice's face after
the accident -- though perhaps they could have done better if
Alice's family had been richer. Despite their best efforts, her
face looked rather creepy. She pretended to be a devout Muslim
when she went out, with her eyes peeking through a slit where
pieces of fabric joined. Her sister Sophia was badly retarded and
a resident of the home, and she enjoyed sex with some of her
fellow residents who were men.

Alice felt a bit jealous -- very jealous, actually. She
masturbated a lot, to take the edge off her sex drive, but there
was another edge to it that only a real man would be able to
touch.

If she couldn't solve her own problem, she could at least help
others to solve theirs. She got in touch with an association for
amputees and made contact with Stuart, a man who liked the idea
of sex with a blind retarded woman who would enjoy his attentions
but not judge him. Alice arranged to sign Sophia out for the day
and pay a visit to Stuart. Alice arrived with her face covered.
Stuart was missing an arm, a leg, and an ear, and the side of his
face was scarred. Her natural reaction was one of revulsion. Yet
she of course knew what it was like to be disfigured but still be
a person with an intact mind and personality and all the same
desires as anyone else.

When they found a bed for Sophia, and let her feel this man, she
smiled and was soon presenting herself for the taking. Alice
excused herself and waited in the living room. Sophia had no
shame that made her try to keep quiet under any circumstances.
But Stuart didn't seem to hold back either, and she could clearly
hear his grunts, and "Oh, baby, you are so fucking sexy... Here I
go up your cunt... Ooooo, very nice." Grunts got more urgent. She
could tell when he came. All this aroused her, naturally. She
found herself lying back on the sofa, hand up under her dress,
massaging. When the door to the bedroom opened, she instantly
pulled her hand away. At least that was the plan, but for some
reason she was just a little slow about it. Her sister was blind
and in any case would not even perceive anything amiss. But
Stuart... Stuart would notice.

"That was fantastic," said Stuart. "Your sister's really hot. Got
all the female parts, in all the right places, and she likes
getting fucked. Very satisfying." He paused. "Would you like to
get fucked too? I saw where you had your hand. I see a woman's
body -- one who I figure doesn't get fucked very often."

"No, no, that's quite all right," she said. "And the suggestion
is rather rude of you!"

"But the hand," said Stuart. "You let me see your hand under your
dress. There was a reason for that."

Alice was silent. Sophia, getting no other instructions, felt an
armchair and sat down. Stuart continued. "You said when we were
making the plans that you've got a disfigured face. Weird. Alien.
Screwed up. Butt-ugly. Something out of a horror movie. You want
to show me? Take a good look at me -- see these two stumps, see
that face.... Call me ugly. If you don't call me ugly, I'll know
you're lying."

The impudence of this man! Alice was inclined to get up and make
a quick exit. But she didn't.

"OK, you're ugly!" she said. "Ugly, ugly, ugly! A cripple!"

She saw a flicker of pain pass over his face. "Yeah, it hurts,
but I like the honesty. I believe you..."

"You're halt! Lame! You can't walk! Not the normal way! "

"'Halt'? You got quite the vocabulary. No, I can't, but I do get
around. Wait, no... you're right, I'm so pathetic I can't walk.
So now you show me your face. I'll get a bucket here to catch the
vomit."

Something about that made Alice want to laugh. She didn't, but
her abdomen twitched, and she saw Stuart notice it.

"Remember your underpants, where your hand was. It might be my
hand, my fingers, my you-know-what. All yours. And your cunt,
I'll fuck your cunt. If you want."

"You asshole!" said Alice.

"What?" said Stuart, all innocence.

"That word! You know that's the most insulting thing!"

"Yeah, I do. So let me see your face. And I'll say it looks worse
than a cunt could possibly look, how about it?"

Enraged, Alice ripped off the cloth on her face. "So there it is,
prick! Be sure to get your head over the vomit bucket! Sophia and
I will be going now." She started to get up.

"Wow, it is pretty ugly!" said Stuart, his face showing shock.
"Uglier than a cunt, that's for sure. But cunts look pretty nice,
you know, if you're a guy. They taste really good. Your face...
Blech!"

Alice hadn't expected this reaction. "Yeah, and you're a cripple
and look like someone bit your face. You're missing an ear, in
case you didn't notice."

"True, pretty ugly stumps too." he wiggled them. "But I got two
balls, and one cock." He was suddenly quiet. "Your face is ugly,
but you're not ugly. You've got a heart. And I've got a heart,"
he said. "I got a big heart... Can I touch your face? Please?"

Alice was beyond caring, and shrugged.

"It sure is ugly," he said, approaching with his one hand, his
left. He touched it. "Soft, warm... Ugly, but soft and warm. I
could learn to love that face, I think. Maybe it would take a
while, so in the mean time you could put that cloth over it if
you're feeling self-conscious. That would be OK too."

Alice felt drained.

"And you can close your eyes or somehow we cover up my stumps as
best we can."

"What if I'm a mean bitch," she said. "Just because you're ugly
enough to make someone vomit doesn't mean you're nice inside."

"True," said Stuart. "I guess that's what dating is for, to find
out about that stuff."

He had a point. Normal people never knew that about their dates
right off.

"You ever been with a man?" he asked.

Alice shook her head.

"Didn't think so -- from what you said. You want to feel a tongue
on your vulva, on your clit. They say it feels really nice. I
love to kiss and lick. Just once?"

There was this saying that a guy would do anything to get into
your pants, but that meant sticking his cock in your vagina --
your cunt. If he wanted to lick... What harm? Oh, she didn't
care. She'd leave soon, and never see him again. Sophia looked
tranquil.

"Helps if you pull your panties down," he said. "I can manage it,
but I'm a cripple, and it's kind of awkward. Breaks the mood."

Alice pulled her panties down, spread her legs, and just draped
the face covering over her whole face.

And then the feeling... wet, it was wet! And warm, so warm. And
going up and down on her slit, it got all the right nerves. The
rhythm, the wet. On and on it went. She figured he'd done as much
as he had promised. She was ready for him to stop any time but he
didn't stop. Then she knew what she wanted.

"OK, lover boy. Fuck me. You willing to fuck me? Fuck my cunt?"

"I'd be delighted to, if you're sure it's what you want. When
aroused isn't the best time to make major decisions."

"Oh, shove it up your ass, cripple. Just fuck me, OK?"

Her face was still covered. He started moving around. Maybe she
could help him. If he was too much of a cripple to fuck her lying
half on and half off a sofa, tough. No... actually, she wanted to
do whatever she needed to help him fuck her. She pulled the cloth
aside to take a look. He seemed to be doing just fine, moving up
into position, sliding his stiff cock between her thighs. He was
right -- nothing crippled there. And then she felt it -- the cock
at her pussy opening, then in a little. She saw how he was taking
a lot of weight on his one arm, and she reached out to support
him.

"I appreciate it," he said with a little smile, not interrupting
his penetration. In and out his cock went, a little deeper each
time. He was gentle, but his cock was still big and thick and
stretched her out. It felt great. Deeper and deeper each time.
His breathing sped up.

"I can't wait, baby... I've gotta come, you're so hot... next
time, I'll do whatever, I promise."

"It's OK, come! Come in me!" she said urgently.

They said you didn't feel anything when the cum gushed out, and
she didn't. Not inside. But she felt his tension build, felt him
shudder, and then felt him relax. That meant he had done it.

Next time, he had said. Next time he would make her come. And
suddenly she knew there would be a next time.

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America had decided in the 1970s that any sex between consenting
adults was OK, but it still assumed that until proven otherwise,
sex was of a profound significance. A person might feel good
about it if ideal conditions were met, including being in
possession of all their faculties. This led to the ban on sex
with children and with people who were very drunk, or in
hospitals with people with mental disturbances. The assumption
was that they might deeply regret decisions in favor of sex they
made while in that state. It wasn't a bad assumption. However
wonderful the feelings, sex is a momentary pleasure, and regret
at sex passed up is unlikely to linger.

Katy had not started with any intention of changing society. She
wondered about the life of one particular severely retarded girl
in front of her. Even if sex was assumed to be of profound
significance to people in full possession of their faculties,
what about those who would never in their lives have anything
resembling normal adult faculties? What was sex to them? Katy's
intuition was that it was just this: something that felt good. Of
course STIs and pregnancy had to be considered, and it should be
restricted to sex that actually did feel good to the participant,
but what else was required? Such people should be allowed -- and
even encouraged -- to have sex. The pleasure of sex stems from a
very low level of mental faculties -- reptiles enjoy sex.
Severely retarded people could enjoy it too. The ability to enjoy
sex could improve their quality of life. It could make them
happier.

The concept that sex was special also deterred those who were not
retarded, but felt themselves to be highly undesirable as sexual
partners. They might try ten flavors of yogurt before they found
one they liked, with no concern for the ten they rejected. But
they could not dream of trying sex with ten partners until they
found one that worked. The partner's opinion of them mattered a
great deal, because sex is special. But with a retarded and blind
partner, this concern was removed. Such a partner cared about sex
organs and not much else. They would not feel repulsed by the
undesirable partner or feel sorry for them. Maybe the fucking
wouldn't work, but if so it was for some physical reason having
to do with body parts, not the complexity of adult human
judgment.

This in turn led to retarded partners serving as catalysts to
relationships between those widely regarded as undesirable. When
Stuart sought out a sex partner, Alice knew he was interested in
sex. When she brought Sophia to meet him, sex was in the air. She
couldn't be too much of a prude -- she waited in the room next to
where the copulation was going on. If either of the two didn't
care for each other, there was no embarrassment, as the
agreed-upon sex with Sophia had happened. Stuart had put
considerable effort into getting Alice to let down her defenses.
In other cases it was not required. It helped if the two could
honestly recognize what it was that made the other person
undesirable and name it to each other. There was great potential
for long-term relationships to form.

There was also potential for abuse. Money should not change
hands, as that created an incentive for a relative to pressure
their retarded relative into sex that they did not want. Their
condition made them unable to report any mistreatment.

The issue of sex with severely retarded children met with great
resistance -- society does not change all at once. And yet
liberals got indigestion as the facts collided with their strong
emotions. If a small boy or girl receives oral sex and smiles,
isn't that good? If they will never understand it in any other
way, isn't it good that they found something to make them smile?

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Chapter 4

At the age of 24, Eli was not a prime dating specimen. He was
fat, though not grossly obese. His eyes were close-set, his nose
very long, his teeth uneven. He wasn't retarded, but he certainly
was not very bright, either.

"I wanna get laid, Eric," he said to his older brother.

"Sorry," said Eric. They had been over this basic ground before.
Attempts to fix Eli up with women were always rejected. Eric
never got the sense that even the friends-of-friends were
seriously considering the offer before rejecting it. Somehow
online dating had never taken off for the remarkably
unattractive. Eli did not want a prostitute, and in any event
couldn't afford one often.

"I got a new idea. We need a retard."

"What?"

"You heard about this? Some woman has a blind retard sister, and
they go visit a guy who's such a loser he wants to have sex with
the retard. Because she'll never know he's a loser with one leg
and three arms."

"Oh, yeah, I guess. Why don't you sign up? You wouldn't mind
fucking a blind retard would you? They say lots of them look
pretty OK."

"I did sign up, but the waiting list is a mile long. Not many
near here."

"Bummer. The porn gets better all the time, though, doesn't it?
And there are those new things that are even better than
Fleshlights."

"Yeah, yeah, but you know what else? The women with the retard
sisters who do this are usually dogs. They're the ones who
sympathize. And besides, they can kind of hope that the guy who
is fucking their sister might be an OK match -- they can maybe
overlook how much of a total loser he is, and he might overlook
how awful she looks."

"Oh, I see."

"They might even marry. That's what I really want, you know. A
permanent girlfriend. A little sex would be nice, but that would
be the best."

Eric was skeptical. "You, marry? Hmmmm."

"Hey, if the girl's enough of a dog, she might, right? Some
dog... Her sister right now is saying, 'You, marry? Hmmmm.' "

Eric took a deep breath. "Nice to think about. Maybe the waiting
list will get shorter."

"I had another idea. You pretend to be my retard brother."

"What?"

"I say I got a retard brother, and some dog signs you up, and you
go and fuck her, and I see if we hit it off."

"That's crazy!"

"Why?"

"If she's enough of a dog, I'd probably puke."

"I've thought about it. There's this drug you can get --
completely safe, but it makes you blind for like 12 hours, then
you can see again. So if you took it you wouldn't be grossed out
by how much of a dog she is. You just fuck her."

"You know how hard it is to act like a retard?"

"You're not answering questions or having a conversation. You're
just fucking. Don't lots of guys look like retards when they're
fucking anyway? At least the ones in porn do."

Eric had to admit that fucking did tend to bring out vacant
expressions in porn stars. And women. And probably him too.

"And besides, you get to fuck. You like fucking, right?"

Eric did. What with the way he lost his last girlfriend, he was
kind of off girls. And he'd never considered a prostitute. But to
be able to fuck a girl, just for fucking's sake. He wouldn't have
to look at her. She might be fat or ugly, but she'd have a pussy
to hold his cock tight. And she wouldn't expect him to hold off
for an hour until she had her little orgasm. He could just go for
it and score. His cock got warm in his pants.

"But it's false pretenses! Some girl's expecting a retard and she
gets me!"

"Well, she'll never know you're not a retard. I bet you can fuck
like a retard."

Eric smiled. If a retard fucked by just going for his own
pleasure as quick as possible, damn the female's tender feelings,
that might be fun.

"If you do hit it off with some girl, she'll find out soon enough
you were lying."

"Kind of a white lie. You will really be blind, like not be able
to see her. And you may not be retarded, but you're not feeling
sorry for her, you're just helping out your brother. And
fucking."

"This is crazy. Fun thinking about it maybe, but no way..."

But Eli didn't let the subject drop. He kept bringing it up over
and over. And Eric warmed to the idea. Maybe he'd get to do it a
bunch of times. Probably would, because Eli wouldn't hit it off
with just any girl. These girls must all have hot, working
pussies. If not, a retard would get confused and wouldn't know
what to do. And if a pussy was good enough for a retard, why not
good enough for him?

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Eric was nervous. He supposed it wasn't actually a crime, what
they were doing. Pretending to be more stupid than you were.

Eli rang the bell, and the door opened. He couldn't see her, of
course, but Eli didn't immediately vomit or run away.

"Hey, you must be Sarah," said Eli.

"Yeah, you're Eli and this is your retard brother Eric. Hey, he
looks pretty nice! Tall, nice arms..."

Eric started getting a little sense of what it was like to be
viewed as a piece of meat.

"Come on in."

Eli put his hand behind Eric's back to guide him in.

Eric stood there with his mouth hanging open, ready to be guided
further.

"He live with you? You take care of him?" said Sarah.

"Yeah, since our mom died it's just the two of us. I got some
freelance work so we get by." He had it basically right, it's
just their roles were reversed.

"Unnh-huh, unnh-huh," said Sarah. "You can see why I'm stuck
doing it with retards."

She was presumably showing off whatever it was about her that
made her a really doggish dog.

"Oh, I don' t know, what you got isn't such a big deal. Heck, I'm
almost as bad, if I ever was going to date."

"Hmmm. I wanna get what I had you come for," she said. "It's nice
of you to lend me your brother."

"Oh, I'm glad to help where I can," he said.

Eric felt himself being led through a door and heard it shut
behind him.

"Retard got a cock... he better!" said Sarah. He felt her working
his sweatpants off, and his briefs with them. "There it is," she
said. "Got no brain but got a cock." It hardened in her hand as
he thought about what was coming next.

"To hell with the clothes on top. I want that in my cunt....
gotta get naked enough he can get at it."

Eric stood impassively until he felt Sarah take his hand and pull
it down towards her. He wasn't sure how much of an idiot he was
supposed to be. She put his hand right between her legs so he
could feel the crotch.

Eric gave an idiot grin, as if he'd just figured out what was
coming next. He quickly mounted and pushed his cock forward
towards what seemed like the center of the crotch. He pressed
against firm flesh. He wasn't supposed to be smart enough to aim,
was he?

"Oh, you're so much of an idiot I gotta aim it for you... there,
now try."

Eric paused since he wasn't supposed to be able to hear. Then he
pushed. He pushed and his cock tip went into hot, wet pussy. It
wasn't so wet, actually. But he figured a retard would just keep
going.

"Ah, shit, that hurts!"

Eric had a strong impulse to stop. But he was a deaf retard, and
if she wanted him to stop she'd have to do something he could
feel -- and she didn't. He kept pushing, then in and out in a
hot, tight place, even if it was dry. Two out of three was
enough. He did his best to have a vacant grin and went, "Oooh,
oooh, oooh," over and over. In under a minute he came. "Ooooh,
ooh, aaaahhhh!" he said, and then pulled out. And after he
dismounted he sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting further
instructions. He could feel his cock slowly subsiding.

"What the hell happened in there?" he heard her say. "Oh, that
stuff! He came in me, of course! I got sperm in me for the first
time! Now it's all wet and smooth, but fat lot of good it does
now."

She was a virgin? A virgin who didn't know about lubrication?

"Let me play with it, as long as I got it here. See one for
real... These are the balls, and the sac," she said, hefting
them. "And down there's his asshole, naturally, but then this
thing. Slick. I'm allowed to feel it, right? He's deaf. Let me go
up and down, like he was in a cunt. Or like a guy when he jerks
off," she said.

Her touch had the expected effect. He soon got stiff again. What
should he do? Get consent? No, he was a retard. He reached over,
and found the place between her legs, and got his idiot grin
again. Even if she was just sitting there, he could be smart
enough to picture her on her back and make it happen?

"You wanna do it again? I thought you guys needed a rest. Maybe
retards don't need a rest? Well, might as well get what I
ordered!" she said, leaning back to make herself available. She
lay diagonally on the bed. A retard wouldn't care -- and he
didn't care either. She guided him in and he started fucking. His
sperm had done a great job making her pussy slick and smooth. He
fucked in and out, and then in and out some more. Those regular
girls -- he'd have to be checking everything, and doing what she
wanted... retards didn't go down on girls, did they? Of course
not... they wouldn't know how to make it feel good.

"Oh, that's better," said Sarah, as he fucked in and out. "Hey, I
can see why girls like it. Yeah, hmmm, there's potential there."

So he was aware that his mate was feeling pleasure. He supposed
that would mean he should hold himself back for however long it
took, or adjust his angle to try to give more stimulation. But he
was a retard, and his excitement was building, so he pounded in
and out and in and out some more and then came with a big,
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

He pulled out again and sat on the bed, catching his breath. What
was she feeling? None of his concern -- he was a retard.

"So, you're my pet idiot... you don't judge a girl, right?" He
heard rustling and then she took his hand and put it on her right
breast. It was tiny. She moved it over to the other one. It was
huge. Would a retard know there was something unusual? He hoped
not. He just kept his vacant smile. "And here's what I got on the
right side." she said. As she moved his hand, he first wondered
what funny shape she had contorted herself into, because her hand
seemed to be coming out of a very short arm right near her
shoulder. It was. His face darkened momentarily. He hoped a
retard would notice it was unusual and react.

"See, even a retard can tell I'm a freak," she sighed.

Eric stopped frowning, and did what he thought a good retard
might do. He moved his hands down her front and between her legs
and found her pussy. He was hard again.

"But you wanna fuck me anyway?" she said. "That's good. Nothing
freakish about my pussy."

It was seconds later that his cock was nudging the opening to her
pussy, and not even another second before he was sliding it in.
He then began fucking. The memory of her weird hand was a bit
troubling, but his cock was in a pussy, and that meant one thing,
and nothing was going to get in the way of that. He fucked, then
fucked some more, and kept on fucking. He'd come twice in the
past hour already.

"Ooo, shit, that's nice!" she said.

On and on he fucked, then fucked some more.

"Guess I'm making up for lost time, haven't been a fuck hole
before. But I won't complain... Ah, I'm getting screwed. Laid.
Fucked. Just what I wanted. Even if I am sore. You can go on
making me sore, you fucking brainless idiot."

Eric made sure not to do anything immediately, to hide the fact
that he had understood her -- the part about being sore. But he
then concentrated on his fucking, went harder and deeper, and
came inside her, dribbling a bit more sperm up where sperm goes.

This time he lay down, as if unaware that his weight would crush
her. She promptly nudged him aside.

"Your brother, I dunno, I guess he's OK, I just never could...
blech.... But if I could just keep you to come fuck me every
night, then put you in the closet. That would be great." She
hugged him then. He didn't hug her back. A retard wouldn't, would
he? Or at least some wouldn't.

"Time to call it a day. If I wasn't sore I'd do it again. But I
don't know what Eli's thinking... was he assuming we'd just do it
once?"

She helped him get his underpants and pants on, and then she
guided him out the door.

"Thanks for bringing your brother to visit," she said
impassively.

"Very well, I hope you got what you wanted," said Eli.

"Yes, it was just fine," she said. "We held hands the whole
time."

Eli guffawed and Eric realized he'd broken into a big smile. That
would never do! He hoped she hadn't seen. He quick sobered up.
Then a little later, out of the blue, he gave the same smile. And
then again.

"For a moment there I thought he understood."

"He reacts that way sometimes. Who knows what's going through his
head. Maybe triggered by the sound of my laugh. He can hear a
little tiny bit."

When they were a few blocks away, Eric began telling Eli about
what had happened. He didn't get too explicit, though, since this
was exactly what Eli had never done.

"She wasn't my type," said Eli. "I could get used to the hand and
the boob, I guess. But there's something else. Can't put my
finger on it." After a pause, he said, "You up for this again?"

Eric pretended to weigh the pros and cons, then said, "Yeah, I
guess so. Some time." His cock started getting hard in his pants
just thinking about it.

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The girl, Molly, had confided to him, the deaf retarded brother,
that she thought Eli was pretty nice. It was amazing how many of
the girls told him things. Blunt, rude things sometimes, but
there was no pretense and social dance. In the car on the way
back, Eli told him he could really go for a girl like her. Molly
had little short legs, and was missing the ends of her fingers on
her left hand.

Now Eric had a dilemma. He owed it to his brother. Here was a
match. But he was having so much fun fucking like a retard.

A full minute later, he sighed and said, "I have a feeling Molly
likes you too. More than just a feeling. You ought to call her,
ask her out."

"Wow, really?" said his brother. Eli went on, but Eric stopped
paying attention. He just went over in his mind the eight women
he had fucked, posing as his brother's retard brother. That was
some hot sex, and it was so hot for him to just be selfish. Could
they keep doing this for his sake? Go blind for 12 hours to fuck
hot pussy?

He supposed at some point he'd have to date again. He wondered if
there were any girls out there where you could say, "Half the
time let's do it the way you want, the other half I wanna just
fuck the way I want." There probably was a girl who would be up
for that. There were even girls who would let him just fuck her
straight up all the time, but that would be weird. But as for the
half and half -- yeah, he was sure there would be girls like
that. Maybe he had been looking for the wrong kind of girl
before. Hmmmm.

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Chapter 5

Molly was pretty upset at first when she had learned Eric wasn't
really retarded, but she soon got over it and thought it was
funny. She and Eric would tease each other about it when the
three of them did things together, and Eric thought that was a
good sign.

Eric explained what he wanted. Eli was incredulous at first. Eric
*wanted* to play a retard because he liked sex with some dog of a
girl, blind. Eric said fucking like a retard was a relief. Just
go for it and score. Maybe three times, but all the same, go for
it and score. He wasn't up for dating normal girls yet, he said,
but he was horny. And this was a good way to get it.

When Molly learned of Eric's proposal, she thought Eli owed it to
his brother. All he had to do was drive him around and let him
satisfy some girl.

So Eli did it twice, three months apart. Then Eric found him
again.

"Hey, Eli, look at this one. There's a girl and her retard
sister. We could get together and there would be someone for you
too."

"What about Molly?"

"Molly's done it with a bunch of retards. You've never done it
with anyone else. Wouldn't she think it would be OK if you did it
with one? Even things up a bit?" They'd gotten into this whole
business because the waiting list for retard sisters was so long.

"Why are they available?"

"I don't know, but why ask questions? Just seize the day."

Molly was OK with it, which Eric thought was another point in her
favor as a match for Eli, though he had his selfish reasons for
liking her reaction too.

So they made the journey to the house of Louise and her retarded
sister Linda.

Once they were alone, Louise didn't waste much time. "Come on,
big boy, here I am," she said, reaching out to him. Eric made his
idiot grin face when he perceived that sex was in the offing,
then mounted and entered her.

She was hot and tight in the pussy, and Eric lasted all of a
minute before dumping a load of cum and rolling off her, with a
satisfied dull grin on his face.

"Men are assholes," she said. "Maybe all men except the retarded
ones, who aren't smart enough to be assholes. Why am I confessing
to you, idiot? I'm sure your brother is an asshole too. I think
I'm into women now, maybe. Shirley is nice. But she's missing one
big thing. She doesn't have what it takes to give me a good,
solid dicking."

Eric remained impassive during the speech. His cock was rising,
in anticipation of giving her a second good, solid dicking.

"There you are, ready to go again. OK, fuck me again, big guy."

Eric did just what she asked. It felt great. It was wonderful to
be freed of the need to try not to play the role of "asshole" and
just get to do the dicking.

They heard Linda and Eli out in the main room. Apparently they
were done.

Louise put herself together again and helped Eric get dressed.
She led Eric out to a chair in the living room.

Louise and Eli started talking. Eli then surprised Eric when he
spoke to Louise.

"I like to be honest and say just what I think. You like to do
that too?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I want to fuck you."

Eric thought he was seated so that Louise couldn't see his face,
but he still wanted to keep his retard mask. That comment made
him lose it for a moment.

"You'll probably say no, but I do, and here's why. You got that
stain on your face. Big deal. You can see I'm ugly as shit. I've
got a girlfriend, but she's fucked a lot and I haven't fucked
much and she said it was OK if I caught up a bit. Linda was great
-- a good fuck, your sister. You wanted to get fucked by a
retard. I can act like one too. You and me, we can pretend to be
retards and fuck. You get two retards. I get two girls to fuck.
You can act like a retard too, if you want. What about it?"

There was a moment of silence. "You're ugly. I wanna put
something over my face so I don't have to look at you. But yeah,
if you're OK with that, let's do it."

"That's fine with me. Let's do it."

"OK, retard."

"Sure thing, retard... The two of them look OK, right?"

"Right, yeah. Two genuine retards. Very sweet. Hey! We could let
them screw. They'd probably like it."

"Maybe later. I don't want to wait to fuck you. Later, we can
mate them and have fun watching, maybe."

"OK. Let's fuck, retard," said Louise. The door closed behind
them and their voices became muffled.

"OK, where is that guy?" whispered a voice, heard over rustling
clothing.

Eric was shocked. No retard could talk like that! He shifted in
his seat, and the noise naturally let her find him quickly.

"I wanna fuck a retard," Linda said. "He'll probably nail me
quick and we can be back and dressed and I'll be looking retarded
before they're even done. Then if they get us to mate we can do
it again. All depends on how long his cock holds up. There you
are talking to yourself again, Linda..."

Eric didn't know what to do. Could he keep up the pretense? He
had come to the meeting under false pretenses, but so had she...
But one thing seemed pretty clear. If he continued to act
retarded, he'd get to fuck a new girl, quick and simple like a
retard. If he spilled the beans it wasn't a sure thing.

While he was thinking that, he felt a female presence join him on
the sofa. If she was blinded it wouldn't matter, but was she? Act
like a retard, he thought. He felt her freeing his cock by
pulling his pants and briefs down -- not very far. Acting like a
good retard, he oriented himself with an idiot grin, found the
pussy that was being offered to him, and pressed. The female
guided him and soon he was in hot, wet, heaven. He groaned and
began fucking. He's already come twice, so he could last a while.
And she'd know he'd already come a couple times, so that wouldn't
blow his cover.

"Oh, you got a thick one, fucking retard. I like 'em thick... But
don't take too long now."

Eric fucked away. He didn't want to act like he'd understood.

"You supposed to be retarded in the head, not in the fucking
part," said Linda with an evil little whispered laugh.

Eric waited a decent interval, then sped up. She expected him to
act retarded, and he did, thrusting deep and chortling as he
dumped his seed. So having scored, he could make his admission
any time. Better if they were dressed, however. Linda saw to
that. Just then the sound of Eli coming in the other room was
impossible to miss. Linda quick moved back to her seat on some
other piece of furniture -- Eric didn't know the layout of the
room.

"You got the balls to fuck me again, retard?" came Louise's voice
through the door.

"No problem there, retard!" answered Eli, a bit softer.

Eric heard the sound of Linda approaching again. "They're going
another round, I bet we can too. We'll see how Eric the retard's
dick holds up..."

She freed him, and he was not instantly hard. She stroked up and
down on his dick.

"So, let me confess my sins, o wise retard," she said. "I pick my
nose and eat it. When I'm feeling naughty, I take a pair of boys'
underpants I stole and pee on them in the bathtub..."

Suddenly Eric knew he had to make his presence known right away.
He put his hand over Linda's mouth and pressed hard to try to
stifle any scream, and then whispered, "I'm not a retard either."

Naturally Linda stiffened.

"Of course I won't hurt you and I won't tell anyone, but I don't
think it does us any good to let them know until/unless we decide
to."

Linda nodded and Eric released his hand.

"You asshole!" she hissed.

"You should talk!" murmured Eric in turn.

"Yeah, well... Louise knows, of course and Eli must know about
you. What do we do?"

"We could just both act like retards again, and keep the secret
to ourselves. We'll never meet again."

"But... if they make us mate... I couldn't possibly!"

"Why not? I'm the one who has to get it up and fuck. You just
gotta lie there."

"But you're not a retard! Are you blind?"

"Just for the day, but yeah, I can't see. You?"

"No, I'm blinded too." There was a pause. "Why didn't you let me
know right away?"

"Well..." said Eric. "I pretend to be a retard so I can fuck like
a retard, and I figured as long as you thought I was one I'd get
it at least it once more."

"That's a pretty selfish reason," said Linda.

"Hey, I coulda stayed quiet and let you confess God knows what
else!"

"Oh, shit, you heard that!"

"I pick my nose and eat it too. Don't got anything quite like the
other, but who cares? I'd love to pee on some girl's panties if I
had any."

Another pause. Linda said, "The big thing we're not saying is why
we did this. Most people don't pretend to be retards when they
want to have sex."

"Well, I'll confess my part. I got really hurt when my last
girlfriend dumped me... nearly 18 months ago now. It was Eli who
made me do this at first, so he could meet some girls. I thought
it was a crazy idea but eventually I relented. And you know how
it goes. All I gotta do as a retard is mount, thrust and come.
That feels good, I can tell you!"

"That's how men are built, I guess. The minimum needed to make
babies."

"And the girlfriends I've had, it's so different. Things got to
be perfect, can't do it if there's anything she's even a little
annoyed about. Or if she's tired, or wound up. And then when we
do it, lots and lots of foreplay. Then she wants to be on top and
go on and on that way. I swear it seems like an hour sometimes
before she comes. And then I can turn her over and fuck her --
well, that's not the right word for it. I can thrust gently in
and out. No formal time limit, but she starts yawning pretty
soon. I better finish up in two minutes. So that's sex, and if
I'm lucky we do it once a month."

"That sure sounds awful."

"Yeah, well it is. Feels pretty bad. Then when she dumps me I
find it's for this guy who she'd meet and he'd bend her over a
table and do her from the rear in five minutes. So what the hell
was that?"

"Sounds like... I dunno, what do I know?"

"So the chance to fuck a woman, just insert and fuck, is a big
relief. And a lot of the time I get to do it twice. Or more. Five
times once. No need to say 'I love you' or look at her a certain
way. Look like an idiot and grunt and fuck. It's a big relief....
Well, anyway, that was all working fine for a while, but then Eli
found Molly in one of our outings, and now he doesn't want to do
it any more. So he only did it because of the pair thing so he'd
get to fuck you."

"Well, that's OK. It's what I signed up for."

"So you haven't said why you do this. Guys like to fuck quickies
and be done with it. Girls not so much."

"Yeah," said Linda. "It's complicated." She paused.

"That all you going to say? We obviously share something... and
you never have to see me or talk to me again."

"OK. I like sex. Not the kind your girlfriend likes, just sex.
Quick fucks."

"You're welcome."

Linda giggled. "I get horny, and this is what I want. From the
rear is even better. So why don't I get a boyfriend? You can't
see me, but I'm decent looking. Why don't I get a boyfriend? I'm
a real introvert. I like my own company a lot. When I'm with
someone I'm usually happy to be quiet. I don't like to listen to
a guy talk about his life. I don't want to talk about mine. I get
really pissed when people just talk and interrupt me when I'm
doing something. And the sex, well... I really don't like
kissing. And the truth is, I don't ever feel a damn thing. But
the guys all want to be the one who fixes me so I can feel
pleasure and come, and they never do, and it's this big source of
tension. I want to get fucked -- that's real important to me --
but it's just something I want, not something I want to feel
pleasure for. So you see, I'm a very hard match."

"Hmmm, I can see that, yeah."

"And the other thing is, the only way I feel close to a guy is to
fuck him a lot. Or, rather, for him to fuck me a lot. That really
seems to start doing it. I've done that a few times, started down
that road until other stuff goes wrong."

Eric was quiet a moment. "So do you want to do anything with a
guy except fuck?"

"Oh, yeah. I like snuggling at night. I like to discuss things
for a while, if it's not an interruption. Like books I've read.
And, oh yeah, I don't really like to go places. Not out to
dinner, or movies, and certainly no foreign travel. I like to
stay home."

"Do you feel OK if your guy goes out with his own friends and
does stuff?"

"Oh, absolutely! I think that's great. I don't mind the extra
time alone. And sometimes it's fun to hear about what they did or
what they said. The interesting parts, anyway."

They heard Eli and Louise approaching the bedroom door.

Eric heard Linda disappear, presumably to resume her seat.

"So, you still feel like getting the retards to fuck?" asked Eli.

"Yeah, that would be cute."

"Sorry, the retards already fucked," said Eric.

"Eeeeeeekkk!" said Louise.

"Yeah, we fucked enough for one day," said Linda.

"Whu... whu... whu... whu...?" said Eli.

"Well, you were both in on half the secret," said Linda. "No one
can claim to be innocent."

"We can go our separate ways and never speak again," said Eric.
"And I guess we can think about the ethics of this."

"Those things I told you," said Louise, looking at him.

"They are safe with me. They are all natural things for someone
to say and think, if they don't think someone else is listening,"
Eric said.

"Likewise," said Linda, looking at Eli.

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"Hello, is Linda there?"

"Speaking."

"This is Eric. I wondered... if you would consider, going on a
date. I wouldn't ordinarily propose a date like this... But, I
propose to come to your house and sit with you and read books or
magazines together, quietly. I propose to fuck you like a doggy
as many times as you would like to be fucked. I propose to not
ask you about what you are feeling during sex, just find out
whether you want it or not. I propose to sleep with you at night
when you feel up for that. And if all goes well and we hit it
off, I propose we get married. With as few guests as the law
requires. And have a honeymoon in the living room and bedroom."

The line was silent a while. "Retard!" said Linda.

"Who you callin' retard!" said Eric.

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