("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Institute by Lindent Eye (ellerius@gmail.com) *** A young woman takes a job at a youth care institute. (FFm, ped, nc, bi) *** Part 1 ------ I never used to be this twisted. But over these last few months, I’ve come to realize that things that are "wrong" are just people's opinions. Some of them I agree with, some I don't. This is one of those things. My name is Amanda, I’m 22, and recently I was hired at a place called Herough, an institute for mentally challenged teens. They were very low functioning, most wouldn't speak at all except to yell or to some other degree. So the place was quiet, and I enjoyed working there. They played games, watched TV, or just sat there doing nothing. I never thought to feel sorry for them in a sexual way. Most of them, as far as my job training instructor told me, didn't even know enough to masturbate (we were supposed to leave them be if we caught them doing it in their rooms.) At the time I didn't think much of it, what it must be like to never cum, never experience the pleasure and the lust and all that sex had to offer in it's various forms. Since I worked during the day, this wasn't a problem since I never saw anything of the sort. Soon, time restrictions with my other job got in the way, so I opted to take the night shift. And that was where I became very good friends with another woman I was stationed in a hallway with, Julie Goodwell. I was on probation, a period where I couldn't be alone in the hallway by myself. So, I needed to have a senior staff with me for the first 6 months to learn from and help in case of emergencies. Julie was a few years older then me. At first she was not very talkative, but soon we realized we had a lot in common. I began going to her apartment to hang out, and we soon became inseparable. This was not a problem, since we were always stationed together in the same hall, a smaller building on the institute's grounds. It was the only hallway in that building, and we weren't allowed to enter the other buildings on our breaks, so we were pretty much enclosed for the entire time. There was no camera system, and our supervisor was supposed to check on us periodically to make sure we weren't sleeping or anything. But he was lazy, and he didn't usually come around like he was supposed to. A few months into the job, Julie struck up a different kind of conversation with me. "Amanda, you love me, right?" she asked with puppy eyes. "You know I do hun, why?" I answered in the usual manner when she started a topic with this phrase. "Well, I kind of do something that other people might consider wrong. and with you around, at first, I was sure that you would turn me in if I did it in front of you, or you would be disgusted with me. But I’m getting very antsy, and I have to take that chance now since it looks like we're going to be stationed together forever and I trust you." "I’m sure I can handle whatever it is Jules" I assured her. "Well okay, I hope you don't disappoint me. Lets go, the anticipation is getting worse every minute." She led me to one of the kid's rooms, a particularly slow 17 year old by the name of Johnny. All he ever did was sit in the chair and look out the window. As she opened the door, I saw nothing new, as we did room checks every hour. He was lying on his back, asleep. "Stand in the doorway and watch the hall for me, okay hun? If the super comes around tell me right away. This will be short one for today" She slid into the room and approached the sleeping boy. Her hands reached out started tugging down Johnny's pajama pants. My eyes grew wide. "Julie, what are you doing? I hissed, "You’re going to get in trouble!" "He never talks, it will be alright. I’ve done this a thousand times babe." I watched with growing interest as she finally pulled down the pajama bottoms, exposing a semi hard cock. With her right hand she started rubbing it palm down. With her left she pulled her shirt up over her D-cup breasts. I hadn't noticed before that she was braless. Johnny's cock became hard after 30 seconds of rubbing, and she gripped it in her hand and started stroking. Johnny didn't seem to notice; he was lightly snoring and showed no signs of waking up. My first thought was that it was wrong, but as I was thinking that my own pussy grew moist. I was, despite myself, enjoying what I was seeing. Julie fondled her own boob while she stroked, and brought the nipple to her mouth and sucked. She left it in her mouth while her freed hand unbuttoned her jeans and forced its way into her panties. Julie's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she stroked her own pussy and the retarded teenager, a slight moan coming from her nose while her mouth sucked her own breast furiously. I found myself rubbing my own cunt through my pants, getting hornier by the second. I’d watched porn before, but never had I been this excited. She seemed to be content to enjoy the feel of his hard cock in her hand, and sometimes she switched hands to rub her juice on his cock to slicken it up. Then Julie let her breast fall back into place. Her breath was becoming a little more ragged. She pulled her hand out of her panties. Julie brought the hand to her mouth, cupped, and slurped collected juice from the center of her hand, and licked it clean. Then the hand got returned to her pussy. "See how much I needed this?" she gasped, repeating the process several more times. I watched as Johnny's cock seemed to grow larger and harder. "He’s about to cum" Julie informed me. She bent her head down until her lips were kissing the head. Johnny was awake now, staring at the ceiling as if nothing was happening. Suddenly, his back arched slightly and his purple headed cock started spurting cum into Julie's waiting mouth. She gulped it down quickly, in between great spurts while she simultaneously brought herself off. "Uhhgggghhh, ahhhhhhh!" she grunted, while still swallowing the dwindling bursts of cum. Her eyes were rolled into her head and her knees looked like they were barely supporting her. Waves of pleasure went through her body, increased by the wrongness of what she was doing, how she was trusted to do her job and she betrayed it to pleasure herself at her will. She milked the last of the cock juice down her throat and licked the wetness from her other hand while she recovered. "Ahhhhhh! That was so fucking good. I’ve been waiting since your first day to do that again. It feels so good!" "That was... amazing," I said finally, grinding my hand into my pussy through my jeans. "It is hun, you can't imagine until you try it for yourself. Do you want to?" I considered to myself, checked my morals to find that I didn’t really have anything against what she was doing. Julie had obviously just received some intense pleasure, and that was all that was important, right? "But it's wrong," I said halfheartedly. "So?” Julie countered. "Some people would say it's wrong, and maybe they're right. That’s where part of the excitement comes from. So it's wrong. Who cares? There’s nothing they can do about it, and they can't communicate well enough to tell anyone. They get some relief, usually, and I get mine. I can pleasure myself at will and they are helpless. It’s an amazing feeling. "But first shift will be here in a little bit; we don't have time for you to try. Why don't you sleep on it? We can try it tonight if you feel like you want It." she promised. "And I think you do," she added, pointing a finger at my crotch where some of the juice had soaked through a little. I thought about what she said, how her conviction to lust seemed to make her happy, and I made my decision. To be continued in part 2... If you liked my story, please send your comments to ellerius@gmail.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 58