During the last week of my Vancouver vacation, rather early of a spring morning. I was walking alone on Wreck Beach when I met Francine. Plain features, a fat double chin and big gaping buck-teeth. She may not have been anybody's idea of a pretty girl but she was all woman.

Her eyes wouldn't meet my own but she was very friendly. Speaking much too loudly, she struck up an immediately chummy conversation, asking what my name was and what I was doing.

I told her my name was John and that I was looking for a spot to sunbathe.

"My name's Francine. Can I come too, John?" She asked next.

She was straight out of R. Crumb's fevered imaginings. Tall and geeky looking, with wild, curly brown hair. She had dirty yellow rubber flip-flops on her dirty bare feet. Her skin was very pale with legs and armpits unshaven. Her bust, simply stunning, with deep, enticing cleavage, was supported by a flowery bikini top in pink and yellow. It's thin spaghetti straps strained under the weight of her generous breast, leaving chunky handfuls of ripe side-boob hanging out. Her bare muffintop of soft belly spilled over lime green lycra hot-pants. Skin-tight across her rotund hips, they molded the plump swell of her camel-toe and no-doubt rode up her ass-crack as well. I had never laid eyes upon a retard like her before. I silently thanked whoever had helped dress this magnificent homely slut.

Her obvious developmental disability did nothing to attenuate her powerful sex appeal. A rhythm of carnal lust that seemed to pulsate from every inch of her voluptuous, sexy figure. Her posture was rigid, arms bent, held slightly away from her as she rocked in place, forward and back from one foot to the other. Every joggle setting off the most fetching sympathetic jiggles in one or another mouth-watering bit of her figgy pudding.

This bitch was in a category of strumpet that I had never known even existed and I was determined to bang her and bang her hard. I'm a creep. I know it. The archetypal dirty old man. I can live with it.

Put bluntly. To the right kind of pervert, she was one wild sex romp just begging to happen, and I was exactly the right kind of pervert.

I stared brazenly, scrutinizing every exposed roll and hanging bulge of smooth, soft flesh. Whether she was broadcasting deliberately or not, powerful "fuck me" signals radiated from her, and I was receiving loud and clear. Filled with a growing, beastly lust, practically drooling at the prospect of sampling my very first special-ed cunny, I began telegraphing my own nasty intent.

I decided she must be about twenty-five years old, but she had a very ripe, voluptuous body for such a young woman. Completely at ease with the growing bulge in the front of my shorts, she showed not the slightest disapproval at my hungry appraisal of her goodies or at the obvious effect that she was having on me. She just stood there rocking back and forth, letting me stare at her. Breathing through her open mouth, tongue slightly visible between pouty lips stretched in a vacant smile.

"Sure honey-pie." I finally answered. "I found a great sunbathing spot nearby. I bet we can both cum baby doll." But even this tame innuendo was beyond her.

"Goody! I love the beach, John." She replied happily.

"Me too, Francine. It's a great place to make friends, isn't it?" To further test her comfort level, I nonchalantly grabbed my package. Repositioning my swollen cock, I rubbed and squeezed it gently before releasing it.

"Yah! I love making new friends." She smiled distractedly, still rocking back and forth, swinging those beautiful jugs of hers like Aphrodite's twin pendula, measuring men's skipped heartbeats. Fingers twisting about aimlessly, licking her lips as she watched me handle my junk.

"Same here." I continued, delighted to find her relaxed and interested when a man casually touched himself, sexually, in her presence.

We walked together about five minutes, away from the main area of bathing and sun worship, until we reached the secluded grove where I had spent the previous day.

"How old are you, John?" She asked on the way.

"I'm fifty-nine Francine. How about you?"

"I'm eighteen! Eighteen years old!" She beamed proudly.

Wow! Barely legal, I thought to myself. At least it wouldn't be statutory rape.

Well... technically.

"Do you live nearby?"

"Yah. I do. In the group-home on Marine Drive. Nearby." She pointed vaguely up the forested slope.

"So you must come here all the time."

"Yah. I just love the beach, John."

My destination was a rather secluded location hidden between some trees and shrubs. A few large pieces of driftwood, strategically placed, provided seating and backrests.

"I been here before, John." She said. "It's nice here."

I spread a blanket I had brought and, acting natural, started stripping. "You don't mind if I get naked, do you? I always sunbathe naked."

Shifting from foot to foot, she looked a little indecisive at first but she finally answered, "Alright." with just the slightest hesitation in her voice.

I casually pulled off my t-shirt, revealing my fat man-tits and big round belly, smooth and hairless. When I dropped my baggy shorts, my cock, also hairless, sprang out like some kind of phallic jack in the box. I walked around a bit, stretching and scratching. Giving her an opportunity to get accustomed to my nudity.

So far, so fucking good. She seemed to be getting as hot and bothered as I was. Her eyes wouldn't look into mine but had no problem at all focussing on my exposed cock. Her breath coming quick and hoarse made her sexual excitement obvious. As did her big nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bikini.

"Ahh! That breeze feels awesome on my skin." I said in a breezy tone.

We stood looking at each other quietly for a minute. I grabbed my stiff cock, trying hard to act aloof as I squeezed and stroked it; then I lay down on the blanket, on my back, knees bent, legs parted, with my head on my bundled clothes. I looked up at her, still handling my fully erect penis.

She stopped rocking for a minute and stood there, practically drooling, staring hungrily at my exposed cock. Parting her legs and bending a little at the knees, she grabbed her crotch without the slightest trace of self-consciousness, she slipped her thumb into her shorts, pulled and snapped the crotch into place. From my excellent vantage at her feet, I was pleased to observe an obvious wet patch developing between her thick white thighs.

When I saw how manifestly aroused she was, I decided to push a little harder. "You know, Francine honey, it's okay if you want to strip too. There's no one else around. I know you want to, baby girl." Using my warmest tone. Cajoling her. "And you know it too, don't you?"

"I'm not supposed to get naked. I always get in trouble." She answered with little or no conviction. Her body language betrayed her, however. Making any protest of hers, little more than a token, easily overcome with persistence.

"Oh come on..." I insisted, both hands rubbing my cock. "It's perfect weather for skin."

Rocking to and fro again, her eyes glazing slightly. She grabbed her crotch again, more insistently. Squeezing. Her big nipples hard and prominent. "Tom and Wendy don't like me coming to the nudie-beach." She said again, but with even less sentiment.

"Who are Tom and Wendy?" I asked, probing.

"The educators at the group-home."

"Are they nice? Do they treat you well at the home?"

"Yah. It's a nice house. I moved in there last year."

"And they don't like you coming here?" I asked.

"Yah. They always say I'm gonna get in trouble."

"But you come down here anyway. Right?"

She grinned a deliciously wicked grin. "Yeah. I do."

"Because sex is so much fun. Right?"

"Yah! Sex is so much fun." She grinned. Big buck teeth flashing.

I was getting the impression that she was actually incapable of seeing anything wrong with nudity or sex. She wanted to be convinced. Sex was just something that made her feel good when she did it. Like eating ice cream or riding a bike.

I might need to play her for a while but I was practically certain I would be fucking this sexy retard slut today. Francine must be just about impossible to keep dressed. Her guardians must really have their hands full. Pun very much intended.

"Of course it is. I'm the same way. I just love sex. I have sex every single chance I get."

"Me too." She agreed. "Sex makes me feel so happy. I miss my Dad."

She missed her Dad? My pervy senses were instantly aroused. Where did that come from? "Of course it does, pumpkin. Sex is supposed to make us happy. That's what it's for." I answered simply.

"Really?"

"Of course Francine. Tom and Wendy have sex."

"Yah?"

"Sure they do. I bet they're having sex right now. Together."

She giggled and blushed at that and her fingers dug deeper into her crotch.

"They're just trying to boss you around." I added.

"Yah..." She said with dawning comprehension. "They are."

"You're eighteen now and you're allowed to get naked, if you want to. When you want to. Whether Tom and Wendy like it or not"

"Yah..." She agreed breathlessly. Her hand working at her groin rather frantically now. Squeezing and kneading her fat pudendum, she jiggled in place insistently.

Pleased by her reaction, I pursued the argument. "Anyway I really don't want you to get in trouble, sweetheart. But if you want to get naked, I'm sure not going to tell anyone."

"Yah? Promise?"

"Of course darling. Besides, I don't even know Tom and Wendy. How am I going to tell? I'm vacationing here and I don't know anyone. And after all, this is the nudie-beach, isn't it? If you can't get nude at the nudie-beach, where can you get nude?"

And just like that, the blockage was overwhelmed. Something simply snapped. Francine yanked at the knot between her massive tits and the bikini burst open, freeing those two gorgeous mounds of flesh.

I was not disappointed. She had a truly beautiful rack. At least triple-D's. Maybe bigger. And just how I like them. Heavy hangers with big, pink areolae, her fat rosy nipples poking at a jaunty angle. They rested heavily on her belly, swaying as she shrugged out of her top. Then she peeled off the lycra shorts, revealing a thick brown bush between her thick lovely thighs. She spread her legs wide, tilting her pelvis, scratching long and hard. Her fat fingers disappearing into the plump triangle of soft, yielding flesh, between her legs. In a brief moment of self-indulgent, sensual debauchery, she brought her hand up to her nose and sniffed deeply with an air of intense pleasure. Then licked her sticky juices off her hand.

My cock was twitching insistently. "Holy fuck! You are by far the sexiest girl I have ever met, Francine. With a smoking hot, voluptuous body that just demands to be gratified." I told her. "Would you like me to eat that juicy pussy for you baby? I'm just dying to make you cum."

She was staring at my cock fixedly and I wasn't sure if I had gone too far. But then came closer and squatted over me with her feet planted on either side of my head. Wetter and wetter as I licked and nibbled, she rubbed her fat, pungent and amazingly tasty love box all over my face. When she leaned forward to gobble my cock with enthusiasm and surprising expertise, I decided for sure that she wasn't a virgin.

We ate each other out like this in a deliciously filthy sixty-nine. I pushed my tongue deep into her hairy cunt and lapped up her tasty secretions, caressing and grabbing that big soft ass with both hands. She moaned as she sucked me off, making loud smacking and slurping noises. Stroking my hard cock vigorously with both hands. Much to my delighted amazement, Francine was turning out to be a regular sex-machine.

She was really getting into it. Her big hips rolled and ground her vagina into my face. Hooting and moaning ever louder as she rocked back and forth. She started shaking as I moved to her anus. My face buried in her hairy crack, licking her sphincter with long, slow strokes of my tongue. Poking it into her slowly and deliberately once in a while, as she shuddered and groaned blissfully, not letting go of my cock with her hands and mouth.

After about fifteen minutes of mutually enjoyable oral sex, she got up and sat on my cock for a change. She grunted as her soft wet cunt slipped easily over my engorged member. Making delightful slurping noises as it did.

Looking up at her voluptuous, earth-mother forms as she rode my throbbing cock. I reached up to grab one swinging udder in each hand. Pulling them until she was close enough to put both long nipples in my mouth to suck on.

I was truly loving this retard slut. She was totally wild, crazy and uninhibited and she just loved sex. We were very well matched. I grabbed her and pulled her closer so I could kiss her drooling slut mouth.

She responded aggressively. Pinning me to the ground and forcing her long slimy tongue into my mouth. Her wild hair falling in tangles around our faces. Her big soft tits pressed against my chest. I just let her have her way with me.

We were both extremely excited now. Our lust, feeding off each other, was driving us into a frenzy of fucking. My hips pumping my throbbing cock deep into her hot dripping cunt. Her fat groin grinding into mine passionately. Grunting and making animal noises together. Clutching each other with lecherous abandon, we writhed and rolled around the blanket, entwined in burning desire.

"Oh Francine you beautiful slut, you fuck like a sex goddess." I said to her with real feeling. A guy could really fall in love. If she was into anal I might have to marry this homely, retarded sex-pot. She was that fucking good.

"I love to fuck. John." She said breathlessly. Not missing a beat.

"I can tell." I answered.

She had responded positively when I tongued her asshole, so I knew she wasn't totally naive to anal sex. Someone had toyed with her back passage before, I would have bet on it.

"You have such a beautiful soft bum, I want to cum deep inside that gorgeous sexy ass of yours baby-doll. Can I fuck your beautiful soft bum Francine darling? Pretty please."

"Anal sex! Oh yah John! I love anal sex!"

"Well it doesn't get any better than that. Does it, my darling? I'm a dirty fucking pervert. I love to eat asses and I love to fuck asses and sometimes I even love to be fucked in the ass. I was hoping you would love it too, because I just adore anal sex. Do you mind that I'm a dirty pervert, Francine?"

"No John. I don't mind. Daddy showed me anal sex. Long time ago. Said I had to do it because Mom wouldn't do it."

"That's true baby. You gotta take Mommy's place when Daddy needs sex from you." I said sincerely.

She nodded and continued. "Yah. Daddy said twelve was old enough. I love cock in my ass. It makes me feel tingly all over my skin."

"Me too. That's love baby."

"Yah. Daddy said anal is my best chance to get married."

"Oh my, yes dear Francine. Your Daddy was absolutely right! The way to a man's heart is definitely through your ass."

"Eat my ass again, then you can fuck me with your hard cock in my ass." She got up off my cock and got down on all fours on the blanket. Head sideways on the ground with her ass sticking up. "I love cock in my ass even more than my pussy."

"Oh my beautiful filthy slut child, I will ream your anus until it's loose and gaping. Then I will jam my hard cock in your fat sexy ass and fuck you like an animal until I explode and fill your gut with about a gallon of hot semen." I admired her prostrate form for a few seconds, then got behind her and spread those plump round cheeks. They felt smooth against my face as I pushed my tongue deep into her hairy ass. My thumbs caressed and rubbed her rosebud with firm but gentle movements. Working it loose with all the care and attention that I love to bring to anal stretching. A true labour of love and lust.

She moaned softly as I munched and massaged her generous backside. Her asshole slowly giving and stretching. Showing some anal gaping as I kept on at it with hands and mouth. She squirmed and writhed, moaning as her ass yielded to my tender ministrations.

Pushing when I saw the gap develop, soon I had four fingers and my thumb inside her ass. I knew my cock would just slip right in there and I knew how good it was going to feel when I finally did. I took position directly behind her. On my feet, crouching low and lining up my cock with her loosened, moistened, asshole. Then, slowly and steadily, I pushed into her creamy middle.

Her spine flexed, arching her back, raising her head. She looked totally aroused and sexy as hell. Beautiful.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back, then grabbed her tit with the other hand. I squeezed the nipple hard as I drove my shaft into her tender ass. Absolutely amazing. I just loved fucking this bitch. She was an amazingly responsive partner. Her dad had done an excellent job grooming her. Especially for anal. It was like she had been trained specifically for my tastes and perversions.

"How does that feel Francine? You like my hard cock in your ass?"

"So good in my ass." She grunted through clenched teeth.

"Yes. So good in your ass baby girl." I rolled my hips to churn my cock deep inside her.

She groaned incoherently, losing control as I rummaged around her insides with my penis. Good fun!

I looked to my left then and saw a naked man sitting on a log about twenty feet away. He looked about fifty years old, tanned, athletic and was stroking a mighty nice looking cock. I waved amicably.

The man waved back, so I waved him over, still fucking Francine's ass.

"Looks like your in luck Francine honey. How do you feel about stuffing both holes at once?"

"Yah!" She grunted enthusiastically. Nodding. "Yayah!"

"Hey. I'm John. This is Francine." I said as the guy got closer. My cock still buried in her ass. Pumping slowly.

"Hi folks, I'm Dave. I've seen Francine around here before. Always thought she looked like fun."

"Oh Dave. You have no idea. She is a fucking porn-star. Lay down on the blanket and she'll ride your cock while I keep fucking her up the ass."

"Fuck yeah." Dave answered, getting down.

I pulled out to let her straddle and impale herself on Dave's hard cock. Lightning fast, she had him pinned under her and started kissing him. He responded with unbridled passion, french-kissing her hungrily. Grabbing double handfuls of soft tit as he did. I got in position and slipped my cock back into her now sloppy loose anal passage and started fucking savagely. Ramming my cock in and out of her ass like a dog in heat.

Dave and I fell into a frenetic rhythm of pumping. Before long we were all moaning and groaning louder than ever. In a long sex-filled life I never had such rapturous, mind-blowing sex. She was an absolutely amazing fuck, completely uninhibited. I started thinking more seriously about the idea of marrying this bitch. I had no idea what that might entail but legal advice was always only a phone call away.

"John." Francine gasped. "Both in my ass! John."

"Oh yes Francine!" I moaned in turn, pulling out of her ass to let Dave switch holes. "Turn around baby girl."

She lifted herself off his cock and turned to face me before grabbing it. Guiding it with her hand she lowered herself slowly, her gooey asshole swallowing Dave's engorged member. Staring up at my cock, she rode up and down on it a few times, then laid back onto Dave's chest to give me access to her ass.

I approached again, kneeling astride Dave's legs. I guided my hard cock with my hand until I felt his shaft with my glans. I followed it to her anus and forced my cock inside. This time it was tight in there.

She stifled a scream through clenched teeth, then moaned deep and loud as my cock was forced all the way into her with Dave's.

What a terrific slut! I decided rather impulsively that I was going to marry this retarded whore. Clearly, she would fuck anyone, even perfect strangers, at the drop of a hat. I could turn her into a bona fide internet porn-star and we could live like fat cats, having tons of sex on camera. Living la vida loca!

Me and Dave got the rhythm thing going on again and we made Francine cum in under five minutes. A gush of juice poured out of her cunt and a corresponding stream of raw animal noises poured from her mouth as she did. It ran down over our cocks and Dave's crotch was drenched in hot sticky female ejaculate. We both came in quick succession about two minutes after that.

We lay like that for a while. Francine the voluptuous meat in our sexy sandwich. Both our cocks fraternally wedged in her capacious ass.

Grabbing her tits I leaned forward so I could speak into her ear. I whispered. "Francine honey. Will you be my slut-wife?" I still didn't know what kind of difficulties might be involved but I was willing to give it a shot.

"Slut-wife? ME?"

"Yeah baby. Come out to Toronto with me. Marry me and you can still fuck anyone you want, anytime you want and walk around naked all the time. You and I will be so fucking happy together."

"Okay. I love to fuck and walk around naked." She answered.

"Congratulations you guys." Dave said from under her.

"Thanks Dave." I said

We untangled ourselves slowly, pulling our cocks out of her ass. I stood to let her get up. Francine farted and a gush of brownish liquid spurted out onto Dave's lap and on my towel. She laughed at that but Dave didn't really seem to mind.

I rolled up the towel with the messy bit in the middle and put it into a plastic grocery bag. A quick dip in the ocean took care of the mess on our bodies. We all went together, splashing around naked for a few minutes before returning to our spot. More bathers had started arriving but the area we were in remained relatively quiet.

Dave sat with them for a few minutes, then said he had to go. Francine gave him a big hug and a sloppy french-kiss. "Bye Dave." She said.

"Bye Francine. Bye John. Great to 'meat' you guys."

"Hahaha! Bye Dave, see ya!" I laughed, waving to him. I had sort of hoped to have my own ass poked, but I guess it wasn't in the cards with Dave today.

Francine sat back down beside me. Still naked we spent the rest of the morning groping and caressing each other, french-kissing with growing affection. I was surprised to find myself growing truly fond of this strange and kinky girl. She might not be the world's greatest conversationist but with her sex drive and that smokin' hot body, I didn't think it would be too much of a problem.

Around lunchtime I was famished, so I paused momentarily from our prolonged heavy petting session to ask. "Are you hungry my sex goddess? I'm starving."

"Yah. I'm real hungry John. Fucking always makes me hungry."

"Oh me too, darling. Me too. Let's go get something to eat baby-doll. My treat."

"Okay John. Let's go."

We reluctantly got dressed again and made our slow way up the long stairway to Marine Drive, pausing frequently to kiss. Drawing a large variety of looks. From shock, disgust, revulsion to outright envy from passers-by, when they saw the dirty old man groping the retarded girl dressed like a whore.

Then again, I'm not overly concerned with other people's opinion of me. I actually took perverse pleasure at shocking the ones and arousing the jealousy of others. This was FUN! When we got to the top we stopped and kissed some more.

I asked Francine. "Where's the home?"

"It's that way." She said, pointing off to the east along Marine Drive. "Why?"

Taking her by the hand, I started walking in the direction she indicated "I want to go ask Tom and Wendy if I can take you out to lunch."

"Oh okay." She answered docilely.

If they let me take her out to lunch I planned to broach the subject of marriage later that evening. There's no fool like an old fool, is there?

The home was about five minutes away. It was a big Edwardian house with a wide porch that had a big swing on it. A middle-aged-looking man who had been sitting on the swing got up and ran in as soon as we came into view, still holding hands.

"Francine has a boyfriend! Francine has a boyfriend!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he charged into the house, leaving the door swinging behind him.

"That was Steve. He likes to eat my cunt sometimes." Francine said matter-of-factly.

"Well of course he does, sweet cheeks. How could he help himself?" I reassured her.

A young man came out the door and walked up the path, quickly followed by a half-dozen or so residents. All more or less obviously developmentally challenged in various ways.

"Hi Tom! This is my boyfriend John!" Francine shouted.

"Hi Francine. Hi John." Tom answered, levelling his gaze at me. "Are you?" He asked archly.

"Hi Tom." I said in turn. My arm around her naked waist, caressing her warm smooth flesh tenderly. "I'm John Fasterbinder and yes, I am Francine's new boyfriend. She's a real peach."

"Well now that's nice." Tom pursued and I detected a definite undercurrent of animosity. "Quite an age difference between you, isn't there? Did you meet at the beach then?"

"How did you know?" Francine looked shocked.

But I simply answered evenly, playing the game with a smile. "We did. You know, dear Francine is just so friendly. With everyone. Whatever their age. I simply could not resist her special charms and now I wish to take the lovely girl out to lunch. Would that be acceptable to you, Tom?"

"Certainly. But Francine needs to be home for dinner by five o'clock. Will you be joining us Mr. Fasterbinder?" Tom asked.

"I would be delighted of course." I appeared to be on course for delightful evening's proposition.

"Then we'll see you at five." Tom concluded, turning and re-entering the house.

I pulled Francine close and kissed her with my usual hunger and lust. On the porch, the other occupants stared open-mouthed. Of course when she responded in kind we lost control a bit and had ourselves a little session standing right there. Hands all over each other, grabbing her ass roughly squeezing and caressing for at least five minutes before I finally came up for air. On the porch no one had moved an inch and I spotted a very pissed-off looking Tom in an upstairs window.

"I love you Francine." I said to her, loud enough for all to hear.

"I love you too John!" She answered enthusiastically.

"Let's go eat, baby."

"Okay baby." She giggled.

We left the retards standing slack-jawed on the porch and headed back the way we came to find my old Porsche. We'd be getting a lot of looks when we got downtown if the few people we had run into were anything to judge by. But I didn't give a fuck. The ocean and Francine's cunt had put me in the mood for sushi and I knew just the place.

Sayonara!