Katie's first night at the psych ward was no one could forget, especially not Christian. As he got up to go to the washroom he saw Katie topless strutting down the hall with nurses and patients trying to talk her down. Before too long, she was wearing two pillowcases and a curtain as a skirt and doing handstands in the dining room. He scanned her body with the thirst of a wild animal watching its prey. There was something so primal about the sudden urges he was experiencing. He could so easily imagine his face between her legs, gasping for breath, nearly suffocating himself inside her labia.
She meekly blushed every time he looked her way. She would steal glances at him frequently and whenever caught quickly look down. He wanted to take full advantage of her curiosity for him, so he indulged in her games for a while.
The next night, she is having a particularly fun time stuffing copious amounts of bread in a cup.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asks completely bewildered. "It's the leaning tower of bread!" Wow, she really is a quack he thinks to himself. He chuckles as she continues maniacally laughing in her sexily unhinged way. She continues soaking up attention for her beyond odd behaviour just as he wishes to soak her young fertile womb in his ejaculate. She was at least 30 years younger than him and he hated how much that fact turned him on. There was also something incredibly hot about her instability. She would be absolutely wild in bed he thought.
Somehow, they end up in a game of Scrabble together. She strokes her hair nervously as I set up the pieces. For a second our fingers touch as she tries to help and it jolts my aging nervous system. She bites her lip and his cock stiffens slightly thinking about her lips and fingers around it, stroking up and down, slowly but firmly. Her looks were irresistible. She had amazing full lips, huge tits, and bright blue innocent eyes which felt like they could see into him and knew his deepest desires.
"Okay, let's draw pieces to see who goes first," he initiates quickly to not come off as a weirdo.
They both draw pieces and Katie wins. "Hell yes!" she exclaims in her manic way. "I'm going to beat you," she assures him with a flirty smirk.
"I wouldn't be so sure," he says unable to wipe off a smile forming on his face. He always loved when girls were competitive, it was so cute.
After several turns with long pauses they get to talking.
"What were your parents like? It always comes back to that, doesn't it?" she innocently inquires.
"They're both dead now. My mom died when I was three. I think my dad was a sadist." he admits. Maybe the latter explains his sadistic tastes in the bedroom.
"Fuck, I'm really sorry," she says shocked.
"What are yours like?" he asks.
"Well my mom has schizophrenia and my dad isn't the cuddliest," she jokes.
"Not the cuddliest, huh?" he asks laughing. He could definitely fill that void. He'd cuddle against her tight ass all night, willing his cock to get as hard as it could as many times as possible. He worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy her if he ever did get the opportunity.
That night she returns to her room and is tempted to touch her neglected fat young cunt. It's swollen and wet, begging for attention just like she was from Christian. She hears the shower go on near her and imagines Christian, naked, wet, and vulnerable. Then suddenly she has a stroke of genius. I know, I'll ask him to join me in the shower when they have a shift change for the night she thinks. No one will notice a thing.
She checks to see if the shift change sign is on and when she discovers it is, she quickly texts him to meet her in the bathroom. She hears the shower turn off and soon she gets a text back from Christian. "Are you crazy? I'll go but you better make it worth the risk. ;)" She has never blushed more fully than when she read that text.
She stealthily makes her way to the nearest washroom and Christian enters shortly after. He comes in locks the door, turns on the shower, and then immediately grabs onto her ass and begins undressing her with his other hand. She reciprocates and soon they are both fully naked, taking each other in. He stares at her hungrily and presses her body against his. She lets her nipples brush up against him slowly as she gets up on her toes for a kiss. Their lips intertwine perfectly. She sucks his bottom lip aggressively and gives it a slight nibble. He groans and goes for her breasts. He sucks on them slowly, enveloping them in saliva and his warm, yearning lips. He could feel his dick hardening up. Her body was so warm and inviting. He let his fingers dance around it, occasionally stopping to stimulate an erogenous zone or three. She moaned slightly at each area that was given special attention. Her neck, her hips, her thighs... Until he stopped at her pulsing mound. He investigates slowly, peeling back her labia.
"What a perfect pretty little cunt." he whispers approvingly.
She smiles knowingly, "It is isn't it?"
