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 I am a psychiatrist and, as the law requires, have kept case notes on all
my clients.  Some cases are more interesting than others and some of them I
publish to inform the public about the types of issues that I feel are in
need of treatment and those that I do not believe need help.

   All patients names have been changed and I have also worked to protect
my own identity - if anyone does discover who I am I will NOT communicate
or respond to any emails about these cases.

   My Life

   The following case is the longest and one of the most involved and long
reaching that I have encountered in my career.
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian:

   Age at revelation: 67
Cases:

   Wife - Little Girl in the Shed

   Little Girl - German Soldiers

   Face Fucking

   Wife Fisting

   Woman who wanted to have a daddy

   Man who wanted his wife to act like a baby during sex

   Turned on by hair - hairdresser apprentice.

   Uncle Anal Sex with Dog licking to orgasm

   Wife and the dog after bath (psychology)

   University student and dog sex (psychology)

   BDSM - Kylie, Naughty, Saffie, etc.  mad woman from Queensland (loved
being made into a piece of furniture, etc.

   Fisting;

   Whips;

   Caging;

   Needles;

   Impaling;

   Electrotorture;

   Caning;

   Bestiality;

   Domination & Submission;

   Breast and Cunt torture;

   Body Modification;

   Shoes;

   Dad and his attitude to women

   Need for `love-making' rather than just sex.

   Granny Sex

   Gets a orgasm whenever he hears a car horn

   What are the different sexual perversions?

   A sexual perversion is termed a Paraphilia by the experts in sexual
psychology and psychiatry.  Below I have listed a few of the accepted
paraphilias most often discussed.

   Paraphilias Paraphilia Focus of erotic interest Abasiophilia People with
impaired mobility Acrotomophilia People with amputations Agalmatophilia
Statues, mannequins and immobility Algolagnia Pain, particularly involving
an erogenous zone; differs from masochism as there is a biologically
different interpretation of the sensation rather than a subjective
interpretation Andromimetophilia Trans men Anililagnia Attraction by young
men to older women Apotemnophilia Having an amputation Asphyxiophilia
Asphyxiation or strangulation Autagonistophilia Being on stage or on camera
Autassassinophilia Being in life-threatening situations Autoandrophilia A
biological female imagining herself as a male Autoerotic asphixiation
Self-induced asphyxiation, sometimes to the point of near unconsciousness
Autogynephilia A biological male imagining himself as a female Biastophilia
Rape of an unconsenting person; see also consensual rape fantasy Breast
fetishism Breasts; also known as mammagynophilia, mammaphilia and
mastofact. Debate exists on whether the modern widespread sexual attraction
to breasts among heterosexual males of western society constitutes a sexual
fetish.  In clinical literature of the 19th century, the focus on breasts
was considered a form of paraphillia, but in modern times this interest is
considered normal.  Chremastistophilia Being robbed or held up Chronophilia
Partners of a widely differing chronological age Coprophilia Feces; also
known as scat, scatophilia or fecophilia

   Dacryphilia Tears or crying

   Diaper fetishism Diapers; considerable overlap with paraphilic
infantilism Dendrophilia Trees Emetophilia Vomit Erotic asphyxiation
Asphyxia of oneself or others Erotophonophilia Murder Exhibitionism
Exposing oneself sexually to others, with or without their consent Fat
fetishism Overweight or obese people Foot fetishism Attraction to feet
Formicophilia Being crawled on by insects Forniphilia Turning a human being
into a piece of furniture Frotteurism Rubbing against a non-consenting
person Gerontophilia Elderly people Gynemimetophilia Transsexual or
transgender women Hebephilia Generally early pubescent children
Homeovestism Wearing clothing emblematic of one's own sex Hybristophilia
Criminals, particularly for cruel or outrageous crimes Infantophilia
Pedophilia with a focus on children five years old or younger, a recently
suggested term that is not in general use Kleptophilia Stealing; also known
as kleptolagnia Klismaphilia Enemas Lactophilia Breast milk Liquidophilia
Immersing genitals in liquids Macrophilia Giants, primarily domination by
giant women or men Masochism Suffering; being beaten, bound or otherwise
humiliated Mechanophilia Cars or other machines; also "mechaphilia"
Menophilia Menstruation Morphophilia Particular body shapes or sizes
Mucophilia Mucus Mysophilia Dirtiness, soiled or decaying things
Narratophilia Obscene words Nasophilia Noses Navel fetishism Sexual
attraction to navels - either their own or someone else's.  Necrophilia
Corpses Objectophilia pronounced emotional desire towards specific
inanimate objects Olfactophilia Smells Paraphilic infantilism Sexual
arousal based on dressing or being treated like a baby, also known as
autonepiophilia or "adult baby syndrome"; considerable overlap with diaper
fetishism Partialism Specific, non-genital body parts Pedophilia
Prepubescent children, also spelled paedophilia.  Often confused with
hebephilia, ephebophilia, and pederasty.  Peodeiktophilia Exposing one's
penis Pedovestism Dressing like a child Pictophilia Pornography or erotic
art, particularly pictures

   Piquerism Sexual gratification through penetration of another person,
most commonly by stabbing or cutting the body with sharp objects Pygophilia
Buttocks Pyrophilia Fire Raptophilia Committing rape, possibly consensual
rape fantasy Sadism Inflicting pain on others Salirophilia Soiling or
dirtying others Sexual fetishism Nonliving objects Somnophilia Sleeping or
unconscious people Sthenolagnia Muscles and displays of strength
Stigmatophilia Body piercings and tattoos Symphorophilia Witnessing or
staging disasters such as car accidents Telephone scatologia Obscene phone
calls, particularly to strangers; also known as telephonicophilia
Teratophilia Deformed or monstrous people Transvestic fetishism Wearing
clothes associated with the opposite sex; also known as transvestism
Transvestophilia A transvestite sexual partner Trichophilia Hair Troilism
Cuckoldism, watching one's partner have sex with someone else, possibly
without the third party's knowledge; also known as triolism Urolagnia
Urination, particularly in public, on others, and/or being urinated on
Vampirism Attraction to or involving blood Vorarephilia The idea of eating
or being eaten by others; sometimes swallowed whole, in one piece Voyeurism
Watching others while naked or having sex, generally without their
knowledge; also known as scopophilia or scoptophilia.  Zoophilia Sex with
animals Zoosadism Inflicting pain on or seeing animals in pain

   Case 1 - Sexual Paraphilias

   The following case is the longest and one of the most involved and far
reaching that I have encountered in my career.
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

   Age of patient at recording of case history: 67

   The patient was asked to write as much as he could about his past life.
This is what I received from the patient.

   I was born in a country in which, if you were a member of the elite, and
all the English expatriates were members of the elite; whether they liked
it or not, had very special privileges.  We each had nannies who were local
women and who had a strange way of calming children when they fussed and
wouldn't go to sleep.  Their behaviour was not out of turn for the country
in which I found myself - they calmed fretting children by playing gently
with their genitals.  It worked.  Each of us went to sleep easily and
without any fussing whenever we were `calmed' in this way.

   It became, as you would expect, an addiction for many of us.  This
presented a real problem when the whole family packed up for a long holiday
and headed home to England.  My sister and I found ourselves sharing a
cabin on the boat over with mom and dad having their own cabin next door.
We were bundled off to bed early, as most parents did in those days (early
1950's when I was 7 years old).  We were also locked into the cabin every
night, something that probably wouldn't happen today as it would probably
be considered far too dangerous on a ship at sea but things were different
then.

   We both had real problems falling to sleep every night until we started
to play with each other.  To consider this as intentional sexual play would
be a misreading of what happened.  We were far too young to really be aware
of sex as teenagers or adults perceive it.  This was simply a way of
duplicating, what to us, was a normal way of getting to sleep.  We would
gently rub each other's genitals and the pleasure and calming effect would
help us sleep.  It worked as well as it always had.

   The trip back to England took about four weeks and for, at least the
last three, we were helping each other sleep.

   We landed at Venice and picked up our car, a Standard Vanguard - the one
with the very rounded back for those of you that know the car.  We
travelled across Europe, over the Alps, not through as there were no
tunnels in those days.  The trip was really memorable and I remember a lot
of things that happened.  I remember dad being pulled up for driving
through a red light in Paris and the poor cop letting him go when he heard
Dad speak in English rather than French.  I remember my sister and I asking
if every large clock tower we say was Big Ben - only the very last one we
saw was Big Ben.

   We travelled over snow covered roads, through tiny beautiful villages.
We stopped for lunch in lovely small places, we ate strange food that
tasted really good, most of the time we talked - sis and I, in the back of
this massive car.

   We saw things that we both remember, we heard and tasted things we'll
never forget.  It was an amazing trip and I am happier than you can
possibly imagine that I have those memories of an idyllic time with mom,
dad and sis.

   Every night sis and I would be put to sleep in our hotel/pension bedroom
and sis and I would help each other get to sleep.  I believe that it was
during this trip that we both started to feel real orgasms.  This, of
course, made us both want to experience the pleasure more than just at
night to help us get to sleep.  So we would touch each other in the back of
the car being careful not to let the adults in the front know what was
happening - amazing how even at that early age we sensed that this was
something that our parents may not approve of.  I remember we would do this
all day when dad was driving and mom sitting in the front with him for hour
after hour.  These were wonderful and new sensations and we revelled in
them.  We never stopped.  Every spare moment we could get together we would
masturbate each other.

   We all ended up in a caravan - a really big one for the time.  It had
inside shower and toilet, a small kitchen, a double bed for mom and dad. 
Sis and I had beds that, during the day were used as seats for the small
table in the 'dining room' and that were converted into our beds at night.
There were two cupboards for our clothes, spaces under our beds for
clothing, a few other cupboards under the kitchen bench - the caravan was
VERY modern.

   We travelled around England for a few weeks and towards the end of the
trip we pulled into a caravan park in a lovely small country town on the
river Thames.  What sis and I didn't know was that mom and dad were having
a few issues and that it was time for dad to head back to his job overseas
and that mom, sis and I were going to stay behind living in the caravan.

   I don't remember dad actually leaving but he did and our lives settled
into a routine.  Sis and I were enrolled in a local primary school and we
used to walk to school every morning and back home at the end of the school
day.  I remember an apple orchard that was surrounded by a wall that was
far too high for me to get over but sis could do it no problem.  She'd
clamber over the wall and apples would sail over the wall and I'd try to
catch them, mostly without success.  But we didn't care - we ate these
apples until our stomaches hurt.  The caravan park we ended up in was
actually a working farm and they had battery hens and a few free-range that
used to lay their eggs in the hay shed.  Sis and I would play in the hay
shed and whenever we found any eggs we'd take them home to mom to cook up.
They were lovely as mom couldn't buy eggs because, apparently, dad wasn't
able to send mom enough money for things like eggs at the start.

   Mom fixed the lack of money problems by taking in 'gentlemen' every now
and again.  At that age we had no idea what was going on but later in life
it became very obvious to us both and sis and I discussed it when we were
older - we both agreed on what had been happening.  We'd do very well for
quite a few weeks after mom's gentlemen visitors.  One thing that mom never
missed was making sure that sis and I had sixpence to take to the Saturday
movie matinee every weekend.  We would have sing-a-longs, be given a piece
of fruit when we went in and watched a couple of short cowboy movies or a
cowboy and a sci-fi.  It was really great living in the caravan with mom
and sis.  Life was fantastic for a kid in England, living where we were,
playing after school in the woodlands up the hill behind the caravan park,
smoking pretend cigarettes made from a plant that had thin hollow branches
(made us both feel sick but we still smoked then as we had seen grownups
doing - what kid doesn't want to be sophisticated)?

   Mom ended up sleeping alone in the big double bed.  Sis and I slept
close to each other in the bench seats that were converted into our bed. 
Sis and I continued our pre-sleep behaviour whenever we could, in the
woodlands behind the caravan park, in bed at night, when mom was away
shopping, down by the river on the way home from school or the pictures. 
Our play had slowly progressed from gentle caresses of each others'
genitals to more active sexual behaviours.  I had discovered that she had a
hole and I had also discovered her clit although I didn't know what it was
at the time.  I just knew that it was a place I could rub that she liked
more than anyplace else and that she would get those incredibly intense
feelings if I rubbed her there.  Sis and I discovered that if she moved her
hand up and down my hard little penis I would also have those same sort of
wonderful feelings.  We were into serious mutual masturbation now and we
were still doing it all the time.  If memory serves we were masturbating
each other possibly 8 to 10 times every day.  We lived in the caravan for
over a year before we were told that we were all going to head back
overseas to get back home with dad.

   Grandma and Grandpa also lived in England and sis was told that she
would be staying back while mom and I returned to live with dad.  About
three months before we were due to leave we all went off to grandma and
grandpas place for a few days and at the end of that time mom and I left
without sis to go back to the caravan until we were due to leave England to
go back home to be with dad overseas.

   Back in the caravan I started to share mom's bed.  It was winter and sis
and I had been sleep close together and this helped us keep warm but with
sis gone I was getting very cold and now, without sis to help me, I was
having very serious problems sleeping.

   I started to play with myself without sis to help and I had, obviously,
discovered how to masturbate and I masturbated in bed next to mom.

   It didn't take her long to find out what was happening.  She was,
looking back on it, very different to what I imagine most mothers would
have reacted at the time.  She wanted to talk to me about it all very
openly and without any transmission of a sense of my having done anything
wrong.

   As we discussed it and I mentioned what my nanny had been doing to help
me go to sleep, that sis and I had been helping each other to get to sleep
over the last eighteen months, that sis and I had discovered how to make it
feel very much better by doing more than gentle rubbing, mom was very calm
and understanding.  She asked me how it felt, what we did to each other,
how often we did it, where we did it, when and in detail how.  At the time
I believed that these questions were simple curiosity and I had no idea
that my mother was probability getting sexual excited my revelations.

   Why I believe that mom was getting excited I will discuss later but she
was getting very excited I later realised.  She asked me so many questions
about what sis and I did to each other.  For a few days she would keep
asking questions about how I felt when we did this or we did that.  When
did this first start, when did we start doing this, did sis ever do this to
you, or that, did she like you doing this, did this or that ever happen. 
Some of the things she asked about we'd never done, some stuff we had.  Mom
took it all in.

   I can't remember if it was that night or a few nights later that she
asked me if she could help me when I was masturbating.  I happily said
"Yes".

   Mom was very gentle and she felt very different to sis.  She knew a lot
more about how to make me feel good than sis did.  She would 'tease' me
bringing me close to orgasm and then slow down or stop.  She would also
talk to me while she was playing with me.  She'd ask me how it felt, did I
want her to masturbate me slower or faster, softer of with a stronger grip.
These are not the sort of things that sis and I had even thought about
asking each other - we just did what felt right.  Mom was different and she
was very good at 'handling' me.

   One big difference was that mom wasn't available to play with me as much
as sis had been.  She had other things she had to do when we were together
such as shopping, cleaning, cooking and other jobs that had to be done got
in the way of her playing with me.

   But that doesn't mean she didn't play with me at least four to six times
a day I seem to remember and every night as well to help me get to sleep.
The days she didn't help me sleep I would have real problems falling asleep
and when I did finally get to sleep I would wake up a lot.

   This went on for about a week before one night mom asked me if I could
help her the way I had helped sis.  I was very excited by the idea as I
loved helping sis get those wonderful feelings (an orgasm) and the chance
to help mom feel that way was very exciting.  So I tried the best I could.
I'm not sure if mom actually had an orgasm that first time or even the
first few times but, with her help, we worked out how she could achieve
orgasms every time we played together.

   I haven't described my mom so far so I think I had better do that right
now.  Mom was about twenty six or twenty seven at this time and she was
considered very pretty, and vivacious.  Looking at some old photos I can
only agree.  She would have been a real catch for any man, slim, medium
breasted, a very obvious tiny waist with slightly flaring hips.  She also
had long shapely legs - shape you could actually see.  She had small but
obvious calf muscles not like so many women who have either fat legs or
legs that are like sticks.  She used to dress in these cotton print dresses
that you see in Norman Rockwell painting - those lovely, homely (in a very
lovely way), sexy women.  The sort of woman every man wanted and every
child wanted as a mom.  That's my description of my mom.  And other men did
find mom attractive because, as I have mentioned before, she used to have
men friends come around every now and again and I now know that they paid
mom for sex.  She was good at it and that I know for a fact.  She was one
of the best women at making a man feel good that I have ever known and I
still believe that even after many years of knowing different women.  Given
the chance I'd replace any woman I've ever had with a clone of mom.

   I think anyone will understand that as a small child of eight or nine it
would be impossible for anyone of that age to pleasure a grown woman with a
child sized penis unless the pleasure is overwhelmingly psychological in
nature and is related to some form of psychosis.  I don't believe that
mom's pleasure was all psychological in nature.  I don't discount the
possibility that a very large part was from issues that she experienced as
a child - issues that I discovered many years later.

   But I do believe that much of her pleasure was physical sexual
excitement and satisfaction.

   At the start I would simply caress her legs, stomach, breasts, back and
other similar actions.  Over time this progressed, under her direction, to
things such as caressing her breasts more intimately, sucking and gentle
tugging of her nipples.  She told me that these activities gave her
pleasure but they didn't stop there.

   She showed me how to rub her clitoris to help her achieve orgasm.  I
remembered that from sis and her telling me how much me rubbing her at the
same spot gave her a lot more pleasure that anything else.  If it worked
for sis there was no reason it wouldn't work for mom as well.

   Our nightly sex sessions would start soon after we were both in bed. 
Either I would reach for mom or she would reach for me.  The first thing
that would happen is that she would start to rub my cock to get an erection
and I would play with her breasts.  We would each get more and more
aroused. I would gently bite mom's nipples, squeeze her breasts and when
she asked me to I would start to pull on her clit and roll it between my
fingers.  For a week or so this was all I would do but then she asked me to
start putting my fingers inside her.  At first two or three but I guess
three little fingers aren't much use to a full grown woman who needs to
feel like she's got a hard adult penis inside her.  It ended up that mom
asked me to push my arm inside her and slowly pull it out and push it in.
As she got more and more excited she'd tell me to push it deeper and pull
it in and out faster and faster until she'd achieve her orgasm shaking,
gasping and juddering on my arm.  She always wanted me to push it as deep
as I could as she came.  I would end up with almost my whole arm inside her
with all of my weight pushing my fist as deep as I could.  I discovered the
entrance to her uterus at that time and she used to like me rubbing it with
my fingers.

   This continued to happen all the way through until we closed the doors
on the caravan, after parking it under one of the trees on the farm, caught
a train to Southampton and boarded a ship to head back to living overseas
with dad again.

   The trip took just over three weeks and slowly mom tried to wean me off
our playing.  I understand now why she did.  It would have been a disaster
for dad or any of the servants, or dad especially, to discover what we were
doing but at the time I was hurt and felt rejected.  It didn't matter to me
what mom's explanations were I felt rejected and in pain as well as my
sleeping problems making themselves manifest again.  I masturbated many
times every day but it didn't help very much.

   However, about four or five days into the trip I met a brother and
sister who were close to my age and we would play together.  Nothing sexual
to start with but over a few days I managed to convince them to start.  We
started with doctors and nurses and, as you would expect, I knew exactly
how to get them to become increasingly involved.

   I found it very easy to find companions as a young child and well into
my early teens.  It would never be too long before I would find someone who
could easily be brought into enjoying sex play with me - if you can give
someone enough pleasure they will, invariably, be happy to get involved in
almost anything that will continue the pleasure or heighten it.

   On the boat was the last time I had any sexual contact with my mother.
It didn't matter what I said or did she wouldn't touch me sexually or let
me touch her.  It wasn't because she was getting her satisfaction from my
dad as I later found out.  She was incredibly sexually frustrated but would
allow the sex play to continue because of the dangers to us both.  In those
days mom would have been imprisoned and I would have been taken away from
my family, dad as well, and put into a foster home.  None of us wanted that
so it's a good thing that mom did what she did.  But many years later we
started up again and I'll relate how that happened later.

   Within a week I had a new nanny.  Her job was just to look after me in
every way.  She would basically shadow me.  She'd be there before I woke up
and leave after I had been put to bed every night, seven days a week.  She
and her husband had accommodation at the back of the garden.  It was a
small single room cottage, with its own bathroom and toilet.  There was a
small covered landing where meals would be cooked for her family which
included her husband and young daughter.  I know it sounds awful but I have
forgotten her name and the name of every single servant we had except for
the very last one that we had and his name was Abdullah.  Strange how just
one name from the thirty or so different servants we had has stuck in my
head.

   It was great to be home at last and other than mom not playing with me
any more life was great.  I was home and that meant a lot to me.  My first
language was not English it was the local language and I fell back into
speaking it almost exclusively.  It was certainly the language I spoke with
any local except our head boy who spoke a smattering of English.  His
ability to speak enough English to converse with family members was an
article of pride for him.  It marked him as the 'boss' when it came to the
rest of the staff.

   I don't have any memories of having any sexual adventures soon after my
return other than making sure that my new nanny knew that I was expecting
her to 'take care of my needs' which she did on request, even going so far
as to find places for us to play in a number of out of the way places where
we could have fun without being disturbed.

   I can't remember if I've already told you but by now I was ejaculating.
This seemed to be a signal for my nanny to start performing fellatio on me.
This was a new incredible experience for me and my love of having a tongue,
cheeks and a warm mouth to put my cock into and spurt my cum into has never
disappeared.

   I guess that the reasons mom, sis and I stayed in England and let dad
return alone and remain alone for about eighteen months hadn't been solved
by our absence because one day a stranger came to our home and asked me
which parent would I choose to stay with if I had to make a choice.  To
this day I remember why I chose my father.  I hadn't seen him for over a
year and he was exciting to be with since we'd got back together and I
didn't imagine that this was a question that would precipitate my spending
the rest of my young life without my mother.  If I had have known the final
outcome I would have, of course, chosen my mother in the hopes that we'd go
back to our playtimes.

   About a week or two after the question had been asked and I'd given my
answer I returned from school to find that my mom had left the house and my
dad trying to explain what was happening.  I cried for days and days
afterwards.  Mom had moved into a local hotel managed by a young Greek man
who ended up, I discovered later, became her lover.  She fell pregnant to
him, had an abortion, he convinced her to go to Greece to live with his
mother and that he'd be following after her.  She went to Greece, but he
never arrived.  What did arrive was a letter telling her to go back to
England and to get over it all.  Mom followed the suggestion and returned
to my Grandparents place for a few months.  She then packed herself and my
sister up, found a place to live well away from them and got on with her
life.

   With mom having left the house dad decided to move into a smaller place
(an apartment actually) that didn't require as many servants and we ended
up with just a houseboy.  He is the Abdullah that I've already mentioned.
The only servants name I can actually remember.

   He and his family lived in a small place in the apartment grounds.  He
was married with two daughters one about my age and the other one much
younger.

   I was the only child in the apartment block but I found some friends
close by.  There was a young English girl and her kid brother, the daughter
and son of the Finnish ambassador, two Pakistani cousins that lived in this
enormous house where their extended family lived - all twenty or thirty of
them - they ran a soap factory and were rather wealthy.

   The Finnish ambassador's kids were never interested in doctors and
nurses and I wasn't interested in playing those games with the two cousins
- I've always been interested in females.  Never males from a sexual point
of view.  Not repulsed just not interested.

   The games we played were very innocent from what I knew and used to do
with mom.  It was all very gentle, exploratory, orgasms were rare but it
was a lot of fun.  That changed after about six months as I was walking to
school one day.

   Dad and I lived on the third floor of a four story apartment and I had
to walk to school every morning early.  School broke up around midday
because of the intense heat and I'd walk home for lunch.  Dad would be at
work and Abdullah would be there to make sure I had something to eat. 
School restarted around three in the afternoon and finished about six in
the early evening.  So after lunch I'd take a nap to avoid the worst of the
heat.  No air-conditioning in those days.  We didn't even have ceiling
fans. Around two in the afternoon Abdullah would wake me up and I'd head
back to school and at the end of the day I'd walk back home and dad would
arrive about an hour or so later after work.

   But to get to school I'd have to walk through the cousin's walled garden
(they lived right next door to our apartment block).  So I would enter
their garden through a wooden gate in the adjoining wall, out a gate on the
other side that opened into the rear garden of the home of the non-Finnish
girl and boy's home and that's also the way I'd return home.  This same
route every weekday to and from school twice every day.

   The wall into the Pakistani's home was very high.  Mind you I wasn't
overly tall, maybe five feet six inches but the wall was much higher than
me.  One day a whole new world of sex opened up for me as I walked through
their garden on my way back to school.

   The garden was very well planted with all sorts of fruit trees, papaya,
figs, coconuts, oranges, mangos and many others.  There was a very large
clump of bamboo down near the back wall but no one, other than gardeners
would go too close because that's where snakes were often found.  So no one
played in the bamboo.

   As I walked towards the other door in the wall that would lead me into
the adjoining garden and then out of that one and on towards school I found
a young girl (she was older than me by about three to five years I'm
guessing) laying on the ground with her pantaloons down around her ankles
with the family dog licking her between the legs.  I'm not sure what the
breed was but it had a massive head, short legs, white and brown coat, and
a thick round body.  The dog was incredibly powerful looking and was really
enjoying himself.

   I stopped in my tracks and just watched.  The girl had her head flung
back and eyes closed.  She was panting a bit and I knew exactly what she
was feeling because I'd seen that look many many times over the last few
years.  She came, open her eyes and then she saw me.  I expected her to
yell at me but she didn't.  Instead she tried to cover herself and pull her
pantaloons up.  I guess I need to describe what I mean when I say
'pantaloons'.  Pakistanis are Muslims and Muslim women wear tightly tied
very loose pants that reach down to their ankles.  This is what she was
trying to pull up to cover her naked belly, legs and wet shiny cunt.

   Her skin was light brown, totally unlike the local much darker skinned
natives and she was small and very slim.  I always think of her as very
pretty with nice small breasts, slim waist, long legs and beautifully
gentle facial features.

   She gave up trying to cover herself while laying on the ground and stood
up and finally managed to pull her pants up.

   She asked me what I was doing spying on her and I explained that I was
on my way to school and that I always walked through the garden to get
there.  She complained that she'd never seen me before and I had to agree
that I'd never seen her either.  We got to talking about the cousins and
how I was friends with them.  I found out that she was the sister of one of
the boys - the one who's part of the house I had never visited.  I always
went to the other ones house as his mom thought I was a good influence. 
The girl's family didn't even really know or care about me and my
friendships with their son.

   All the time we were talking the dog was nuzzling the girls hand and
whimpering.  She'd continually push it away but it wouldn't stop.  I asked
her what the problem was.  She told me that the dog expected to be 'looked
after' when she finished with him and pushed him away.  I believe that I
understood what she meant and asked her if she meant that the dog wanted
her to play with his cock?  She seemed very surprised that I seemed to
understand what the dog wanted.  I explained that I had a lot of experience
with getting 'payback' after helping ladies feel good 'down there'.

   She was really interested in what I was saying and kept pushing the dog
away but he was getting more and more insistent.  I suggested she look
after the dog before we continued talking.  She seemed very reluctant to do
so but I managed to convince her.  She reached under the dogs belly to
start stroking his, very large and engorged cock.  His cock had been
sticking out all the time from the moment I first saw him.  His belly was
so low and his cock so long and thick that it rested on the ground.  It was
very thick, very shiny and covered in juice and was leaking pre-cum in
buckets.

   She started to masturbate the dog and almost immediately the dog also
started to hump her fist.  Within about a minute the dog started to cum. 
His knot (dogs have an area of their cocks that, as they approach orgasm,
swells into a knot that is sometimes two or three times thicker than the
cock itself.  This allows dogs to 'tie' when they have sex.  It increases
the chance of the female getting pregnant).

   Within a few seconds of finishing cuming the dog walked a short distance
away and started to lick its cock while it was still hard.

   I was totally fascinated by what I'd seen from start to finish.  It was
getting later and I needed to get going or I'd be very later for school and
would get into some serious problems if I was too late.

   I asked her if I could watch her next time but she demurred and didn't
want me to.  I suggested that if she wanted I'd masturbate the dog so she
didn't have to.  She liked that idea and we agreed to meet the next day a
little further away from the house and down near the back wall.  I headed
off to school with all these amazing thoughts in my head.

   The next day after lunch I walked through the garden full of
anticipation and headed towards that back wall and there she was with the
dog waiting for me.  I remember my heart pumping like crazy and my cock
getting even harder than it had been since I woke up in the morning. 
Without saying a word she sat down and pulled her pantaloons down and
exposed herself to the dog.  The dog already had a massive erection and
wasted no time thrusting his snout into the girls crutch.  It didn't take
long before she came and pulled her pantaloons back up.  Then she sat up on
the ground and waited for me to masturbate the dog as we had agreed.  The
dog was starting to worry at her and obviously waiting for her to look
after him as she always had in the past.  He didn't stop worrying at her
when I reached under his stomach and started to grasp his hard penis.  I
couldn't get my hand around it.  That's how large it was.  It was very wet
and incredibly hard.  I just started to jerk my hand back and forth on this
massive hard cock and after a minute or two his knot started to grow, he
also started to fuck my hand and then he came.  He spurted a lot of cum,
just as he had when the girl masturbated him the first time I saw this
happening.  Then the dog just lost interest, as it always did I discovered,
and lay down and started to lick himself clean.

   The girl and I spent a few minutes talking about how we felt about it
all.  We agreed to keep meeting because we both enjoyed the experience. 
She told me that watching me masturbate the dog made her very excited again
and I told her that watching the dog licking her got me very excited as
well.  She asked me a few questions about how it felt to watch her and I
tried to explain the feelings I got in my cock and how it got hard like the
dogs cock and that it was rubbing against my trousers and that felt good as
well.

   I asked her if she'd like to see my hard cock and she said she did so I
undid the buttons on my trousers and pulled my trousers and underpants down
to show her.  She seemed very curious and looked at my hard bobbing cock
for a while and then told me that it looked painful.  I told her it wasn't
painful at all but that rather, it felt very good.  I also asked her if she
had ever seen a man masturbating and cuming.  She said that she hadn't and
I asked if she'd like to watch me masturbate.  She indicated that she would
like to see that.  So I jerked off in front of her and sprayed my cum about
three to four feet in front of me.  She seemed fascinated.  I left for
school after agreeing to meet again.

   I never managed to actually touch her vagina.  She was terrified for
some reason and I guess, to this day, that it had something to do with her
Islamic background.  But really that makes very little sense because having
sex, even probably, allowing a dog to lick your clit, is punishable by
death in Islam.  So I guess it must have been something else.  Maybe it was
the fear of getting pregnant and not really knowing how women get pregnant
but knowing it's something to do with human males and her vagina and she
was far too terrified to go even close to having a male touch her there.

   She did end up loving to play with my cock and even making me cum most
of the time but every now and again she would leave me hanging and ask me
to masturbate myself so she could see me spurt.  She seemed to enjoy
watching that.  Come to think of it I never saw her breasts.  I wonder if
that was also an issue for her but I don't remember ever asking to see them
either.

   We continued to meet quite regularly until dad and I finally, and for
the very last time, left to travel to Australia which happened just after I
turned thirteen which was only about two years away at this stage although
I didn't know that at the time.

   Over the next two years there were a few other 'adventures' in my sex
life and they revolved around Abdullah's two daughters and the wife of a
veterinary surgeon whole lived in the house that bordered on the garden
wall of the Pakistani family.

   I'll tell you about the wife first as the sisters (I've just remembered
two other sisters but that didn't last long at all.  I'll try to remember
to tell you about them a bit later) story will fit in anywhere in the story
of this time in my life.

   The wife!  Now this was interesting to me for a number of reasons.  The
first was that she was the first Western woman, other than mom, that
anything like this had ever happened.

   As I have already mentioned I would go to and from school by walking
through the Pakistani's home and the one next door.  Many times as I would
walk through the ladies grounds, they weren't as large as the Pakistani's
home and so I would have to walk within view of their back verandah.

   On many days there would be a woman sitting on a laziboy (they weren't
called that in those days.  I seem to remember that they were called lounge
chairs.  But you know what I mean I hope.) Some days she'd talk to me and
some days not.  We talked about all sorts of things, the weather, what she
did to keep interested - she was an amateur artist which in those days was
painting in oils, my dad and the work he did, what I was studying, did I
like sports, etc.  All sorts of stuff and she was the first woman to ever
show that sort of interest in me and it was great.

   Some days she'd be asleep on the laziboy and other days she wouldn't be
there at all.

   One day she was asleep and her dress was pulled up really high on her
calves and I got excited and just looked at her for a while before heading
home or off to school, I can't remember which.  That happened a few more
times and every time I'd stop and look at her.  One time I got the courage
to go over and lift her dress so I could have a look.  She was wearing,
what today we would call 'granny knickers'.  Rather a letdown to say the
least but it happens.  Not every woman can wear sexy underwear all the
time. I believe it was just a few days later that she was asleep again and
I went over to have another look under her dress and this time she wasn't
wearing any underwear at all.  She had long dark hairy pubes and thick cunt
lips with, what I discovered were labia minora, hanging down so that you
could see them.  I was fascinated as I'd never really seen such large labia
before.  I sat next to her on the laziboy, holding her dress up and just
looking at her vagina.  I was very excited and my cock was, as always,
hard.

   I think that there must have been something wrong with me or my hormones
were going crazy but I seemed to be in a permanent state of erection and
sexual arousal around that time.  Mind you things haven't changed very much
over the years.  I still get erections easily and seem to have an unending
desire for sex of any sort as long as there is a female involved.  Mind you
not any female as I do have to find then attractive and what is attractive
to me may not be what others find attractive but I don't care about what
others do or do not find attractive.  As long as I find they can make me
want to touch them and play with them they are attractive and that's not
necessarily what you see in glamour magazines.  In fact, it is very rare
for me to find a woman that I don't know or make contact with attractive.
So film stars, women in porn magazines, etc.  are not at all attractive to
me.  It's not that I think they are actually unattractive.  I actually know
that they are beautiful and often very sexy but I do not and cannot
personally find them desirable.  If a woman is inaccessible then they don't
rock my boat so to speak and for that I'm sure many of them would be very
grateful if they knew what I like and want from a woman.

   I remember stroking my cock while I looked at her vulva.  I didn't touch
her that day but as the naked cunt events got more numerous I started to
touch her very gently around her cunt.  I would caress her labia by gently
pulling and stroking them.  She would moan and her hips would move pushing
her cunt into my hands.  At the time I really thought she was asleep but
later I found out that she was never asleep during these events.  Also in
the early days I would have to stop to get to school or get home for lunch.
Some days I'd gobble down my lunch and race back to see if she was still
'asleep'.  Some days she was and others she wasn't and we'd talk as if
nothing had happened or she would simply not be there.

   One day as I was playing with her she 'woke up' and I first discovered
this when she talked to me while my eyes were concentrating on her pussy,
one of my hands was playing with her labia and the other hand was stroking
my hard cock.  I heard her asking me if I liked looking at her 'down
there'. I was really shocked but gathered my wits and told her that I loved
looking at her and touching her 'down there'.  She said that it felt good
and that she'd liked me touching her.  I pretended not to understand what
she was talking about and asked her what was it about me touching her that
made her feel 'good'.  She tried to explain it as having a 'funny feeling
in her stomach' or a 'lovely warm feeling between her legs', or 'tickling
down there' and `up inside'.  I'd heard these same words from my mom and
other girls over the years and totally understood how she was feeling.  I
told her that my 'thing' got hard when I looked at her and touched her and
that I felt the same way especially when I touched my cock.

   We continued talking like this for the next few visits and I'd keep
touching her and playing with myself but then she took a bit of control
over events.  She asked if she could play with me to which I readily
agreed. She also asked me if I'd like to help her feel even better to which
I agreed immediately.  She opened her legs quite wide and held her labia
apart and she exposed her clit and asked me to hold it tight with my
fingers and pull it up and down.  I started to do that for her and she
asked me to pull harder and to also squeeze it a lot tighter.  She said
that if I did it really well then she would help me feel really good.  I
knew she was suggesting that she'd make sure I would orgasm so I did what
she asked.  I basically dug my fingers into her hard clit and jerked it
with all my strength.  She just went crazy and started to hump her hips and
reached into her top to release her breasts, which I hadn't seen until
then, and started pulling and pinching her nipples very hard.  It didn't
take her long to cum.  It was very obvious that she really got off on her
clit and breasts being treated violently.  It took her a little while to
calm down and get over her orgasm.  She then reminded me that she said she
would help me feel really good as well.  I expected her to masturbate me
but that's not what she had in mind.  She asked me to crawl up and put my
legs on either side of her chest, just above her breasts.  My hard erect
cock was just a few inches from her mouth and she put her arms behind my
bum and pulled by cock towards her mouth.  Then she opened her mouth and
closed her lips around my erect cock.  I was a bit scared as I'd never had
this happen quite this way before (nanny wasn't as forceful and she would
kneel in front of me as well).  But she must have felt my concern because
she told me it was okay and to relax.  I think I must have done what she
suggested because I followed her next set of instructions which was to
thrust my cock in and out of her mouth.  It felt incredible.  Warm and wet
and tight around my rigid, blood engorged cock.  It didn't take long before
I came in her mouth.  Here I was an eleven year old boy cuming into the
mouth of a mature married white woman.  I didn't think about it that way at
the time but later on, many years later on, I realised how lucky I was to
have the experiences of face fucking a woman at such a young age.

   So I had the Pakistani girl and her enormously large cocked dog to play
with and now this woman who just wanted me to abuse her clit.  But there
was more to come - Abdullah's daughters.

   Most days after school I had little or nothing to do so I would go down
to Abdulla's house to play with his daughters.  This was all innocent
stuff. We would talk about all sorts of silly things, we would walk along
the beach.  This was mostly with the older girl as the younger one was
about four years old and pretty much a pain.  Although many times we had to
take her with us as their mom insisted that the elder daughter babysit her
younger sister.  Although we didn't like the 'rat' tagging along we had no
choice.  So off we'd go for our walks through the tidal pools looking a
small fish, corals of all colours and configurations, seaweed, and any
other small and interesting things we could find.  I remember that they
bother wore printed cotton dresses.  These types of dresses could almost be
considered national dress for native women.  My nannies had always worn
them and the only women who didn't would be the rare women from the
countryside who wore more traditional clothing and even for country women
it would be quite rare.

   I believe that we started on our sexual escapades because we lay down on
the beach one day after getting very wet and I saw the outline of the
eldest girl's cunt in her dress.  From memory she had large labia for a
young girl, no hair down there, small budding breasts, lovely well
proportioned legs and she was a soft warm light chocolate colour.  She was
also very pretty as was the younger sister.  But the younger sister was far
darker but not unattractive for all that.

   I started to tease the eldest girl that day about the lips between her
legs.  I asked her if she kissed her boyfriend with those lips as well as
the ones on her face.  She laughed and said she didn't have a boyfriend
which she said I should know she didn't as we spent so much time together.
We laughed at all the silly things I would say about her breasts, bum,
pussy, legs and so on.  I started to touch her whenever I mentioned any
part of her body.  So I would rub a breast when I talked about them, or I
would rub her backside when I talked about it.  I'd make sure we went to
the beach regularly so that I could get her wet and then lay on the beach
so I could see the outline of her pussy and then joke about it and touch
her labia from outside her dress.  I'd linger as long as I could and gently
rub her there.  At first she was very shy I remember and after a few
seconds would push my hand away but over time she either started to like it
or just stopped being shy.  That's when I started to get braver.  I would
push her dress up and caress her leg or get behind her and put my hands
down her dress and caress a breast or rub her nipples.  She came to love
these times and would suggest we go down the beach herself and she'd rush
into the water get wet and then lay down in our out of the way spot.  She
started to pull her dress off and lay on her back with her legs open
waiting for me to touch her all over which I was more than happy to do. 
Her sister would be close by playing with shells or small rocks and more
often than not just lay down and go to sleep.  We would play around doing
all sorts of things.  She learnt to rub my cock while I caressed her
breasts or rubbed her clit.  She'd make me cum and seemed to really get a
lot of enjoyment from my shooting my cum across the sand.  Sometimes she
would aim my cock at her stomach and make me cum all over her belly.

   I discovered her hymen when I attempted to push my fingers into her. 
This was kinda new to me and I didn't know what to do.  I do remember
trying to push through but she would ask me to stop and if I didn't she'd
tell me it really hurt her so I did stop trying to get through and into her
tight cunt.  So I would rub her clit, such and play with her breasts and
nipples, rub my fingers around her wet lubricated labia - she ended up
soaked after the first few times and her pre-cum was wonderful and slippery
just like any grown woman's.

   She also started to orgasms but they were very quite gentle affairs when
compared to every grown woman I had, up until that time, managed to get to
orgasm.

   I remember that the girl, her sister and her mother went away for a few
weeks to visit the mother's family out in the country.  After they all came
back our sexual adventures changed.  I believe that she had her first fuck
while she was away.  At the time I didn't think about that but in later
years I realised that it must have happened that way.

   The next time we were down the beach she asked me to push my fingers up
inside her and, hey-presto, her hymen was gone and I had no problems
getting my fingers inside.  She loved that most of all.  One or two fingers
pushed deep inside and slowly pushed in and out.  Very slowly and very
gently.  She'd meow like a satisfied cat until her hips started to rock and
then push hard into my fingers.  She'd shake and judder when she came and
almost immediately she would pull my fingers out of her and not let me
touch her down there again that day.

   She was a very good at masturbating me, one of the very best I ever
remember.  It was as if she had a direct link to my mind and just knew what
felt the best at any given time.  She ended up being able to make me cum in
less than a minute and they were always incredible.

   Once I tried to finger her little sister but she had a very strong and
intact hymen and I gave up.

   Another thing I now remember about this girl is that the bottom of her
vagina felt like the pallet on the roof of your mouth.  It wasn't soft like
the inside of your cheeks.  It was smooth, rippled like the sand on a beach
in shape and hard like your gums.  I've never found a cunt like that before
or since.  I tried to fuck her a few times but she would always pull my
cock out and make it rub against her clit.  That level of stimulation has
never been enough to bring me off so I gave up trying that.

   She wasn't the first female I had tried to have penetrative sex with.  I
had fucked my last nanny, an elderly women friend of my mom's here back
home when we were all together, and a native woman I had propositioned when
we both got off a bus late in the evening on my way home.  That was a
strange event at the time.

   I was as horny as I had ever been.  I guess it could have been the
humming and vibrations of the buses engine or the ruts in the road but
whatever it was I got off the bus with a terrible erection and an awful
need to have an orgasm.

   When I got off the bus a native woman, much older than me, and quite
large I remember, got off as well.  It was a dark night but not so dark
that you couldn't see and that was good as things like street lamps out
where dad and I lived in the apartment were non-existent.  As she turned
away to leave and head home I asked her if she'd like to make some money.
She turned back and asked me what I wanted in return and I came right out
and told her I wanted a fuck.  She didn't even blink.  She just asked how
much,.  I can't remember how much I suggested but she agreed on the spot.
She took over immediately and grabbing my hand she pulled me into some
nearby bushes just off the road but well hidden and lifted her dress.  She
didn't have any underwear, just like I the native women.  She bent
backwards a bit, opened her legs and then help her pussy lips open and told
me to go ahead.  I tried but just couldn't get my cock inside her.  We
tried for a few minutes and then she pushed me away, turned around with her
back to me, bent forward and told me to fuck her from behind.  I had no
idea what she was talking about.  She must have realised that I was totally
confused and had no idea what to do.  $- 3garabbed my hand and pulled me
toward her ass.  She grabbed my still hard cock and using the other hand
behind my back directed my cock into her cunt.  I managed to get far enough
into her to fuck her and cum.  As soon as she realised I had cum she pushed
me away, dropped her dress, and asked me for the money which I paid her. 
She walked away into the night and I headed home to go to bed.

   For the next week or so I would wait close to the bus stop hoping to see
her again and have a fuck but I never did see her again.

   The last sexual adventure I had before Dad and I left to move to
Australia was with the twins I've already mentioned.

   I was walking back from the home of a friend one day when I saw these
two girls in a playground with their nanny.  I decided to go and talk with
them and we struck up a friendship very quickly.  One of them was very
feminine and the other was a tomboy.  But for all that they dressed very
differently they were both very beautiful.  - incredibly so in fact.  They
both had very fine brilliant blond hair - one long and wavy and the other
cut short.  They had beautiful voices and one was very gentle and caring
while the other was rough and full of bravado.

   Over the next few days I would visit whenever I could.  I would meet
then at the playground with the nanny.  One day I was invited back to their
house to meet their mother.  She was lovely as well.  Very like the
feminine daughter.  Blond, beautiful and with a spectacular slim figure
with quite largish breasts - I found their mother fascinating.

   One day while we were down at the playground they asked me for a
piggy-back and I complied.  So first one and then the other I would
piggy-back around the playground.  They couldn't seem to get enough of it.
As this progressed I started to change the position of my hands from around
their legs to hold them in place to under their dresses on their panties.
No one could see what my fingers were doing as their dresses kept my hands
hidden.  I ended up with my hands under their panties with a finger or two
rubbing their cunts.  The tomboy sister would squirm and try to stop me and
finally she said she didn't want any more piggybacks but the other one
wanted as many as she could get.  From then on I would piggyback the
feminine sister everywhere.  She loved having her cunt rubbed by my
fingers.

   That's as far as we ever got as the nanny never let the girls out of her
sight inside or outside of the house.

   It wasn't long after this that Dad and I left for good and emigrated to
Australia.

   Australia, from a sexual point-of-view was a desert.  The girls were all
terrified of anything to do with sex.  Even at very young ages they were
horrified by anything to do with genitals, breasts, cocks.  They had no
idea what any of it was, how it could make you feel, nothing.  But they did
know that `you mustn't let a boy touch you there, there, there or even
there!'

   So I'll skip over the next five or six years in Australia and move onto
my backpacking trip to England - the home of my ancestors.

   I was twenty when I resigned my job with a mining company in Perth,
Western Australia and caught a boat to Singapore, where a plane was waiting
to take us all to London via Moscow.  Back then the trip cost about $300 to
travel half way around the world using a package called Ship-Jet.  At
Fremantle harbour we boarded a Russian ship for the five day cruise to
Singapore, in Singapore for one night and then an Aeroflot plane to Moscow,
two days in Moscow and then onto London.

   The planes had the most awful seats.  They were like canvas deckchairs
and incredibly uncomfortable and the hostesses were these massively muscled
matrons that looked like they were someone's aged grandmother but with
muscles rather than fat under their Russian fatigues looking uniform.

   In the hotel we were all allocated a floor.  There were armed guards on
every floor and if you wanted to get into the lift you were only allowed to
go to the ground floor or your nominated floor.  You were given a pass that
showed which floor you were allowed to exit on.  There was also an armed
guard in the lift that you had to show your card to and he would press the
button to take the lift to the correct floor and you then had to show your
pass to the guard on the floor you exited onto as well.

   Anyway, here I was in London and I made a beeline for a camping ground
at Crystal Palace where I pitched my tent and crawled in and fell asleep in
my sleeping bag until the next morning.

   I cannot remember what the weather was like as that meant nothing to me.
All my life I had wanted to visit the Imperial War Museum and that's where
I headed to that very first morning at about 6am.  I was mad.  I got to the
museum about 6:30 AM and it didn't open until around 9:00 AM.  I remember
sitting outside the museum looking at this enormous battleship dual gun
turret in awe.  After a while that got boring or maybe it was my growling
stomach that took over and I started to look for someplace to get something
to eat.  I was starving.

   Luckily I found a small little restaurant that was set up to service
regular labourers and early workers.  Here I discovered the real English
breakfast.  Mixed grill, deep fried bread, black pudding (it's actually
pork blood sausage in a skin), deep fried chips (potato wedges if you're in
the USA), a bottomless cup of steaming hot tea (this is England remember)
which all tastes incredible and cost less than one English pound.  It was
English breakfasts that, I believe, caused me to truly fall in love with
the country.  You could find these places everywhere and they all sold this
same meal at anytime of the day.  The price changed throughout the day. 
Very early AM it was the cheapest to help feed the workers, then the price
would slowly rise throughout the day and would end up costing about two
pounds ten shillings in the evening if you wanted to eat breakfast before
heading home to bed and may many people did eat their 'breakfast' around
this time.  They probably had one in the morning as well if the truth be
told.

   Before I left Perth my dad had given me my mom's new address in England.
How he had got it I never knew and I didn't think to even ask at that time.
In fact I never found out how dad knew where mom lived as I had never
received a letter from her over the many years of separation.  But at this
time I wasn't thinking about any of that.  I just wanted to meet mom and
sis after so many years.

   I caught a train from London to town of Salisbury which was the address
that dad had given me.  Anyway the train pulled into the small country
railway station and I knew I was in the wrong place as in letters I had
written to mom before I left she had told me that she lived very near
Southampton which is a large port city in the south of England.

   I got off the train anyway and talked to the guy who seemed to be
responsible for the place.  The trained pulled out as he 'told me that I
had come to the wrong place.  As if I wasn't aware of that myself.  But he
did actually end up helping me because he told me to catch the next train
heading back the way I had come and to get off at 'Some place who's name I
have forgotten,.  Anyway to make a long boring story a lot shorter I ended
up where ai needed to be and caught a taxi to mom's place.

   Mom had found a really nice guy to live with and all the neighbours
believed that she and this guy were married - they weren't and they never
did get married for the rest of their lives.  He was really nice and I was
glad for mom.  Over the years she had aged and was no longer the pretty
lady that I remembered from the days in the caravan but she was still very
pretty for all that.  She would have been in her very early forties at that
time.

   Mom called sis and she shot over and we hugged and all talked for hours
and hours.

   I discovered that sis had been married and that about two years ago she
had divorced her husband of less than a year and she now lived alone about
three miles away in her own home.  Sis was pretty smart and worked
designing integrated circuit boards for Marconi in their weapons division
just outside of Southampton.  She was very well paid and not just for a
woman in those days.  She had been able to save more than enough money to
buy herself an old three story place that had been built in the 1700's for
one of the many sea captains of the day.  It was a four bedroom house with
a cellar, formal dining, drawing room and sitting room, very large kitchen
with enough room for a large dining table which would have been for the
servants and four small bedrooms up in the attic space which would have
also been for servants.

   Mom's place was quite small and I bunked down in the living room
sleeping in my sleeping bag for the first few nights.

   Sis suggested that I move in with her as sleeping in mom's living room
while she had three spare bedrooms was just crazy.  I agreed with heartfelt
thanks.

   Sis's place was wonderful.  Large with lots of room, massive bookcases
full of more books than I had ever seen in a home before, a modern kitchen
and this very cold cellar with a few hundred bottles of wine.  It was also
centrally heated which was very modern those days.

   It was heaven after a tent in London, a rock hard bed in Moscow, and
sleeping on mom's floor.

   Sis and I had to go out and buy a couple of sets of bed clothes for my
new bedroom and that was fun as we'd been apart for so long that everything
was new, exciting and interesting.  I loved what I saw of Southampton. 
It's was actually still pretty robust back then as a harbour but the end
was in sight I feel.  It's still a port today but to call it a bustling
port would be a serious exaggeration.

   We seemed to fit in together very well and I loved exploring Southampton
while sis was at work.  She would head off early every morning and get home
around four in the afternoon.  The subject of sex never raised its head in
those early days.  I guess we were both a little nervous about what we had
been doing as children as by that time we both had been convinced, by
society, that what we had done was somehow wrong.

   I have never felt that any of the things I did or experienced as a child
were in any way WRONG!  They had all had an effect on me, of that there can
be no argument.  But had they harmed me?  I don't believe so.  I had some
incredible experiences that were also incredibly pleasurable and no one
that I am aware of was harmed in any way.  I understand that this attitude
may be very presumptuous of me as I don't know how any of the people what I
came across, in a sexual way, ultimately turned out.  Their experiences may
have had some negative consequences for some of them but who's to say that
actually ever happened and in fact maybe, for some, the experiences may
have had some very positive outcomes for them as I feel mine did for me.

   I was now in my early twenties and, as always, I seemed to have a
permanent erection and was horny all the time.  I would masturbate every
night, every morning and sometimes between four and ten times over a day. I
couldn't get enough sex.

   Many people may not be aware that these older houses didn't have many
bathrooms as people simply didn't bathe very often back in the 1900's.  The
servants would have washed using a basin full of warm, or even cold water,
and a cloth.  But now the house had a single large bathroom with a large
bath with a flexible shower head that you could use to spray yourself if
you wanted too and there was a curtain that you could pull across to stop
water from splashing onto the floor.

   One weekend day I was showering and had just stopped to dry myself with
this enormous erection sticking out from my legs when sis just walked into
the bathroom.  I turned towards her in shock before I realised what I was
doing and looked at her.  She was looking my hard cock with her mouth open.
She quickly moved her hand over her mouth, shifted her gaze to look me in
the eye and then turned quickly and left the bathroom.  I was in total
shock.  I hadn't expected that at all.

   The next day there was an awkward silence and we just couldn't seem to
get the event out of our minds and move on.  I'm guessing that we were both
very embarrassed.  Early the next morning, just before sis went off to work
she knocked on my bedroom door and asked if she could come in as she needed
to talk to me.  I asked her to come in expecting her to ask me to leave or
something similar but she just said that we needed to talk and would it be
okay if we did that after dinner that night.  I agreed thinking that the
request for me to leave would come then.

   All that day I felt terrible thinking that I would have to leave and go
and find some other place to stay, that maybe our relationship had, in some
way been destroyed.  I had all these awful thoughts flying through my head
all that day.

   I'm not the best cook in the world but I can whip up a great spaghetti
and meat sauce.  So that's what I prepared to do and try to ease the
situation and the awkwardness of the meeting we'd be having.

   Sis came home from work, later than normal, and I sprung my cooking
surprise on her.  I poured her a glass of wine from her cellar and sat her
in the living room and went off to make dinner.  As most of you would be
aware, spaghetti doesn't take very long to prepare so within about thirty
minutes we were sitting, quietly, in the dining room, each with a glass of
red wine and a plate of Italian eating in silence.

   As soon as we'd both finished I grabbed the plates, suggested that sis
head back to the living room and I'd clean the plates.  She headed off and
I grabbed the plates and went to clean them.  I guess I was trying to delay
the inevitable and knew it but I finished the dishes and headed, wine glass
in hand, to the living room and sat down in a chair facing sis.

   For a little while there was total silence and then sis started to talk.
She said she needed to tell me some things.  Not something, but rather
`some things'.  And she started to talk.

   She told me that she and 'Roland' her husband had split because she
refused to allow him to have vaginal sex with her.  He could do anything
else but he wasn't allowed to push his cock into her cunt.  I was, to say
the least, totally amazed by what sis has just said but that wasn't the end
of it.

   Apparently sis believed, she had done this because grandma had told her,
after she had moved in with her and grandpa that she must never let strange
men put their 'thing' into her 'down there in the front' and she knew what
a 'thing' was because that's what they called grandpa's cock whenever
grandma held her so that grandpa could play with her and get her to rub and
suck his cock, whenever he rubbed it against her belly and whenever he
fucked her cunt with it.  Grandma would always help grandpa sexually use
sis and for a few years until mom returned and took sis away this would
happen.

   This was all shocking enough but when sis had talked to mom about it mom
had admitted that the same thing had happened to her as a child and that
grandma and grandpa had used her in the same way.  Grandma had also told
mom that she mustn't allow 'strange men' (defined as non-family) to put
their 'thing into her down there at the front' and mom, just like sis, knew
exactly what that 'thing' was.

   The sex that mom and I had had together now started to make sense and so
did a possible reason why mom and dad had split.  Mom must have allowed dad
to have sex with her but it may have been very infrequent and that could
have been the reason for the breakup.

   Anyway I was sitting there listening to all this with these crazy
thoughts going through my head.  I had these pictures flying through my
head of sis being fucked by grandpa, with grandma holding her and lowering
her onto grandpas hard cock, of sis cuming, grandpa finger fucking her
while grandma looked on.  It was just crazy stuff.  Here I was being told,
by my sister, about this sexual abuse from my grandparents and here I was
getting excited by it all.

   I started to get an erection and tried to cover it up so as not to upset
sis but she saw me and must have realised what I was trying to hide.  She
asked me outright if what she was telling me was getting me horny and I had
to admit that it was.  Her next words really knocked me over.  She said,
"Good because every time I think about grandpa pushing his 'thing' deep
into me I get very horny as well." Then she asked me to show her my hard
cock.  To say that I was surprised would be a massive understatement but I
stood up, opened my fly, slid my jeans and underpants down and showed sis
my hard cock.

   Her expression changed to the same one I saw in the bathroom.  Her eyes
went really wide, her mouth fell open and she started to turn red and
breath deep.

   She rose out of her chair and walked towards me not taking her eyes off
my erection and then she gently grasped it and started to play with it.

   Within a few moments I came and splashed my cum all over her front and
onto the carpet.  That seemed to break the spell and sis calmed down and
went and sat back on her chair and her breathing starting to slow down and
the blood slowly left her face.

   "I've wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you at mom's", she
said.  I couldn't believe it.

   I put my softening cock back inside my trousers, pulled then up and sat
down in my seat.  "The next time you get a hard on you call me, come find
me or wait until I get home and I'll look after you.  Okay?", sis told me.
Of course I agreed but I wasn't sure that sis knew how often I wanted sex
those days.  But she quickly found out and much to my delight she never
complained or said "No!"

   Roland was actually obsessed by anal sex and in the early dating days
that's all he ever wanted from sis other than being masturbated and having
his cock sucked - all of which sis was more than happy to give him.  They
married and everything was absolutely fine.  Roland was very happy with sis
and he was perfectly happy fucking sis's arse until he got this bee in his
bonnet about having children and that required vagina sex and sis wouldn't
let him go there.  That's what had caused the break up.  She told me this
soon after we started playing with each other.  Because of what I had
learnt I didn't even discuss vaginal sex and kept our sexual escapades
limit to mutual masturbation.

   Given the sexual needs I had a normal weekday would evolve much like
this: I would walk into sis's bedroom around five in the morning sporting
an erection that, if necessary I had caused by playing with my cock.  Sis,
if she was awake would pull the covers back and I'd slide into bed beside
her.  She would pull me close, grab my hard cock and start to tongue kiss
me as she slowly masturbated me.  I would gently play with a breast with
one hand and rub her clit with the other.  I made sure I steered clear of
her cunt all this time worried about the information she had told me about
vaginal sex.  She'd cum or I would cum first, it didn't matter as we made
sure that we both came every time we had sex.  Once we'd both cum we would
cuddle for a while and then go and have a shower together and get cleaned
up.  If either of us got horny in the shower, which happened very often,
there would be more sex until the one that was turned on had cum.  Sis
would go to get dressed while I would prepare a pot of tea and set out
cereal for breakfast.  We'd have breakfast and sis would head of to work.
If she was feeling horny during the day she would phone home to let me know
that she'd be home for lunch.  I knew she needed a cum so I'd be ready for
her when she arrived.  We'd almost run into the bedroom or lounge room and
she'd jerk me off and I'd rub her clit until she came and then she'd head
back to work.  When she returned at the end of the day I would have already
prepared dinner for the evening, not always anything really very good but
certainly something we could both eat without too much complaining.  I
would also do the laundry and clean the house, go and do the shopping and
do all the other things that a house-husband would be expected to do today.
One of the reasons that I was totally happy to do these things was so
that sis and I could spend as much time as we could playing with each
other. She liked to watch me jerk myself off and catch my cum on her chest.
She had lovely firm breasts, not to large or too small.  Really nice and
firm and with relatively small dark aureole and short fat nipples.  She
would rub her breasts whenever she looked at me jerking off and then move
from them to her clit and rub it.  She also would pull on her labia as well
at the same time sometimes.  If she still hadn't cum by the time I had
finished ejaculating I would take over with her breasts by sucking one of
them and gently tugging the nipple of the other breast.  I have found that
almost every woman on the planet, there are exceptions and one of these
women ended up becoming my wife in future years, loves having their nipples
sucked and pulled.  Some loved gentle tugs and others really forceful but

it is almost a universal sexual want for many women.

   As I said, I was steering well clear of sis's cunt but one day while I
was rubbing her clit she asked me why I wasn't playing with her cunt.  Why
wasn't I finger fucking her, sucking her clit, fisting her or fucking her.
I didn't know what to say at first and then blustered that she had said
that she didn't like vaginal sex and that was what had caused the split
between her and Roland.  She laughed and said that if I could remember that
was because he was a 'strange man' as far as she and grandma were concerned
and that I wasn't in that group.  I was family and had access to any part
of her body that I wanted to have access too.  I was over the moon as I
had, as you can imagine, wanted to fuck her senseless ever since I'd first
seen her.

   I think I should let you know what sis looked like but the best idea is
for me to send you to a webpage -
http://www.tube8.com/mature/british-wendy/108277/

   This incredible horny and beautiful woman, down to the size of her cunt
and the size and shape of her breasts is a splitting image of sis.  If you
check out 25 minutes into the movie you'll see the splitting image of sis's
cunt - colour, size, labia and clit.  Years of stretching can do that -
lovely.

   Right there she rolled onto her back, opened her legs wide and asked me
to play with her cunt.  I moved my fingers slowing to the entrance of her
cunt and opened her vaginal lips with my fingers.  She encouraged me to
keep going.  'Put your fingers inside.' she whispered to me.  I slowly got
two fingers and started to push them into her.  They went in really easily.
She was soaked with pre-cum and she felt very soft and silky.  I had no
problems getting those two fingers into her.  She asked for more so I tried
with a third finger with no resistance or trouble getting that in.  More
encouragement.  She asked me to push all my fingers into her and I did
without any trouble at all.  I realised that my sister had a very large
cunt.  With all my fingers inside I was playing with her insides.  Running
my fingers across the top of her cunt, tugging her labia, rubbing her clit
with my thumb and in other ways rubbing her closer to orgasm.

   She came but I didn't stop as I love nothing more than watching a woman
cum on my cock, fingers or tongue and I was living the soft feel of sis's
large silken pussy.  She came again and then one more time.  She lay there
with my fingers still inside her after her third orgasms and then she
grabbed my wrist and started to push my hand up inside her.  She was just
like mom used to be - a lover of fisting so I discovered.  So I pushed my
hand inside and slowly pushed it in as far as it would go.  Sis was bucking
and thrusting against my fist for all she was worth.  She started to cum
and didn't stop until I finally had to pull my fist out because my arm was
in excruciating pain.  I was, to say the least, stunned by the size of my
sister cunt.  She told me a few days later why it as so large and she
demonstrated to me how she kept it that way.

   One day she asked me if I'd like to fuck her mouth.  I totally wanted to
do that so she lay on her back on the bed and I crawled up and put my legs
on either side of her chest and fucked her mouth until I came down her
throat.

   My sex life with my sister was incredible.  There was nothing that sis
wouldn't do to either help me cum or to help get herself off.  Another
thing that I discovered that really helped sis get off was whenever I was
fisting her she'd start to call out words like 'It's happening grandpa. 
I'm getting close grandpa, Are you close grandpa' and other similar stuff.
It was always about grandpa cuming and did he like what sis was doing.  I
very quickly realised that sis, while her cunt was full and stretched was
back there with grandpa.  She was reliving here time with grandma and
grandpa and she wasn't traumatised - she was loving it and getting off on
the memories.

   So whenever I was fisting her, which happened very regularly, I would
talk to her in a deep voice that was a close as I could get to grandpas
voice and tell her how lovely it was feeling, how near I was to 'it
happening', I'd ask her to suck me, and play with my cock.  I'd keep
telling her that grandpa loved her very much and that she made me (grandpa)
very happy.  When I started to cum I'd loudly tell her that 'it's
happening'.  I'm guessing that grandpa and grandma used the word
'happening' like we use cuming.

   Anyway I mentioned that sis was going to show me how she had kept her
cunt so loose.  Anyway one day she came back from work and walked upstairs
to her bedroom asking me to wait downstairs until she came back down.  So I
waited and it wasn't long before she came back downstairs and stood in
front of me.  She lifted her dress so I could see her legs and belly.  She
was wearing a leather belt with a buckle on the side.  She disrobed and I
could see the leather pants, if I can call them that.  She undid the buckle
and pulled them off.  I could see that there was something round and dark
was holding her pussy open.  Anyway she reached down and pulled this
enormous dildo out of herself.  It was as thick as my calf, that is, close
to four or five inches across and it kept on coming out until about twelve
inches of it finally exited her cunt.  She showed me this massive rubber
like black cock and she told me that she called it 'grandpa' and then she
pushed it back up herself and said as she slowly pushed it inside herself,
`This is what was called "getting ready for grandpa".'

   She told me that grandma had always told her, while she was slowly
stretching sis's cunt that she was getting her 'ready for grandpa' and that
sis had to make sure she was 'always ready for grandpa'.  Since sis had
been taken away from grandpa and grandma she had, whenever possible, made
sure that she kept herself `ready for grandpa'.

   We incorporated 'grandpa' into our sexual escapades.  We did this by
getting sis to 'get ready for grandpa' before we went shopping, or I'd tell
sis to 'get ready or grandpa' before going to bed some nights, I'd tell her
to get ready after her bath and so on.  I would strip off and get sis to
strip off and remove the dildo in front of me, other times I'd pull it out
and then fist fuck her whispering in my grandfathers voice to her or I'd
fuck her with the dildo before finishing off by face fucking her.

   The sex didn't stop when we were in bed at night when I would share her
bed.  Some nights, while she was asleep she would wake me up because she
would be talking in her dreams.  She would moan, and move her hips as if
she was having sex, she would talk, even loudly sometimes, and say things
such as `It's happening Grandpa', or `Can you please do that again.' And
similar things.  It was obvious that she was dreaming of being used by
Grandpa.  The problem for me was that this would turn me on and I would
need to get off.

   So what I would do was to start talking to her using my `Grandpa' voice
and tell her to turn onto her back and open her legs and she would roll
over and open her legs widely while still asleep.  As soon as she was on
her back I would do whatever I want to.  I would masturbate her, fist her,
fuck her arse, bite her nipples, anything and she'd stay asleep and cum and
cum and cum while I enjoyed myself for as long as I could before cuming
inside one of her wonderful holes.

   It was about two weeks after I had started to play with sis while she
was sleeping that she mentioned that she was having these incredibly horny
dreams and that she was loving them.  She also said that the dreams seemed
to go on for hours and hours and that she was dreaming of having these
incredible sex sessions in the dreams.  I didn't tell her about my using
her during her sleeping sex dreams but once it became obvious to me that
her memories of the sex dreams and my use of her were related I did mention
it.

   She was completely alright with it all and even encouraged me to try and
get her dreams started by using her when she was asleep even if she wasn't
having the dreams.

   I did try a few times but she would wake up if she wasn't having the
dreams so I stopped trying to get her turned on and just started to play
with her if I was horny and she wasn't dreaming and we'd fuck like rabbits
until we had both cum and then go back to sleep.

   We had an incredible sex life but like all things it had to come to an
end.  I had been sharing sis's place for about seven months and I wanted to
move on and continue my travels.  But I had a problem, of my own making I
must admit.  I knew that sis would, forever, have a problem because I was
the only man on the planet she would ever allow herself to fuck and she
loved and needed warm, hard cock and 'grandpa' wasn't enough.  So how was I
going to find a hard, hot cock for sis?  I thought about it for a couple of
days and then I remembered the Pakistani girl from those years ago.

   If I could find a dog like the one that had licked out that girl and
teach it to fuck sis then she'd have that cock and be able to get the sex
she craved.

   It actually wasn't that hard to do.  I told sis what I was thinking and
at first she was horrified by the idea until I told her about my
experiences with the dog and the girl.  She actually became quite
fascinated and asked me all sorts of questions about it.  I answered all
her questions one after the other and slowly she calmed down and started to
ask me how we could do it and what we would do if she didn't like it or it
didn't work.

   I suggested we find a dog from the local dog pound we could always
return it if things didn't work out.  Sis agreed that this was a good
solution to those two possible questions.  So one weekend we got into her
car and went to visit the dog pound.  We'd agreed that we didn't want a new
born puppy as we needed to make sure it would grow up to be a decent sized
dog with a good sized cock.

   We actually found a really great dog on that first day.  The dog was
actually fully matured, very loving, short coated, long tongued which we
hadn't actually considered but it was a bonus, and we crouched down to give
him a pat and rub his coat and see how he felt about us and you could see
the size of his cock when it wasn't erect.  Given how big it was in its
non-erect state was awe inspiring we decided that this was the right dog
for us.  Sis and I looked at each other and we both nodded at the same
time. The dog was perfect for what we had in mind.

   We signed all the paperwork, paid a fee and took him home.

   We named him 'Grandpa' for obvious reasons to us and for anyone else who
heard the name they would think whatever they wanted to think.  We gave him
a bath, which he seemed to really enjoy, introduced him to the house and
the back garden which he also loved.  We also arranged to have a large dog
door installed in the back door so that he could go out into the garden
whenever he wanted to.  We, a few days later realised that we'd have to
train him how to use it.  At first it wasn't easy to get him to understand
how to use it.  But within a couple of days he was more than happy to use
it whenever he needed to go to the toilet or just get out and run around
the garden or sleep in the sun.

   Sis and I discussed how to train grandpa and we decided that first he
needed to get comfortable with sis touching his cock and masturbating him,
then teach him to lick her pussy and finally teach him to mount and fuck
her.  We both enjoyed the training immensely.  Me observing and sis doing
the 'hands on' training.  Grandpa was never a problem and was more than
happy to be involved completely in everything he was learning.

   He would stand completely still or lay on his back not moving whenever
sis would play with his cock and masturbate him to orgasm.  His cock was
enormous.  I mean it really was.  Even as an adult I couldn't get my
fingers around it and sis used two hands sometimes when he was on his back
to completely encircle his penis.  Sis would work first to get his cock out
of his sheath.

   If you know anything about a dogs cock then you don't need to read the
rest of this paragraph but if you don't you may want to continue reading. A
dogs cock is protected by a furry flesh sheath.  The un-erect penis is
protected from dirt and injury by this soft sheath.  When the dog gets
sexually excited the penis pushes its way out of a hole in the front of
this sheath and it also, exactly like any human male, gets hard and erect
(mind you a dogs penis has a bone that grows through the middle of the
penis, so in reality it is always hard.  I guess it just swells an amazing
amount rather than actually gets hard).  A small dog cock when flaccid can
grow amazingly large but then you have actually chosen a dog that has a
large cock to start off with then you know that the erect cock will blow
your mind.  Also as the dog get closer to orgasm what is called the 'knot'
starts to swell a little more than half way down their cock starts to
swell. On Grandpa this ended up about the size of a large grapefruit.  The
knot is what causes two dogs that are having sex to get locked together. 
The reason for this is to increase the chance of the bitch getting pregnant
as it stops the semen from dripping out of their vaginas.

   Also the best way to get a dog to cum, if it's already very excited, is
to grasp their cock behind the knot and squeeze tight.  This sends a
message straight into the base of a male dog's brain that he is knotted and
that it's time to ejaculate.

   So if you are a woman who wants your dog to cum inside you and he's not
collaborating just squeeze his cock behind the knot and hang on - don't let
go until he has finished cuming.

   So sis started very gently stroking his cock until he got hard and his
cock emerged, she would keep going until his knot started to swell and if
his knot was still inside his sheath she would, in effect, pull the sheath
back to expose his whole cock.  She would continue to wank him (I can't
actually think of any other description that 'wank' to be honest) until he
would start to hump her hand and then she would, when she wanted him to
cum, grab him behind the knot and squeeze.  She would have to aim his cock
to wherever she wanted him to spurt his cum and she would continue to jerk
him behind the knot.  We discovered that continuing to jerk him when
squeezing behind the knot really gave him very strong orgasms and we knew
this because of how he would react to that.  He always seemed to produce a
lot of cum and sis would either have 'his towel' or get him to spurt it
over her chest, belly or face or all three of them.

   Sis was really getting into all of this and was enjoying it as much as
Grandpa.

   We also trained Grandpa into licking sis behind her knee if he was horny
and wanted to cum.  His was really not hard to do.  I would get him to lick
sis behind her knee and every time he did this sis would stroke his cock
and call him a good boy.  A few days of this and then leaving him even when
he was obviously very horny to his own devices and he quickly learnt how to
get the attention he wanted from sis.  It's not that she always did what he
wanted as he would understand 'No!' and leave her alone.  But often enough
to keep the training active she would look after him when he wanted her
attention.

   The next step was to teach him to lick sis's cunt and clit and this
wasn't that hard either.  We simply started by my getting sis wet and then
using her or my fingers to transfer some of sis's cunt juice to his tongue
by smearing it over his gums.  Within about forty minutes or less he knew
how to get more.  Sis would sit on one of those really comfortable lounge
chairs, push her hips to the edge and open her legs when we started the
training so he could see where the tasty juice came from.  It wasn't hard
to then lead him to the source of that tasty juice that was covering his
gums.  But we needed a signal for 'Grandpa' so he would know when he
expected to perform this particular operation.  So sis came up with a soft
clucking sound to which he would respond and come and sit next to sis when
she made the sound.  Sometimes she would expose herself to be licked and
sometimes not and that way he learnt than he was not going to get a taste
would be when sis would then rub him behind his ear and cluck again.  If
she did this he would just walk away.  So far sis and I had taught him to
surrender to being played with, and to licking sis on demand and also
knowing when to ask for a orgasm and when to walk away from an orgasm and a
licking.

   There were still two more events that he needed to be taught and those
were how to fuck sis and how to calmly allow sis to suck him.

   We decided that rather than try to get Grandpa to mount sis from the
rear as so many women who get dogs to fuck them do we decide on using the
missionary position as that allowed far great control by sis and it was far
easier to make sure the cock got to where it was meant to go.  Also Grandpa
was already used to sis shimmying down in her seat with her legs wide open
and her cunt exposed and knew that this position had something to do with
having fun so it was easy to get him turned on and ready whenever sis was
in that position.  So we started with the clucking sound and exposed
genitals and that would get him licking.  From there to getting him to
place one leg on either side of sis stomach, raise himself and move his
back legs forward so sis could get one hand behind his back legs and
another holding his cock and guiding it into herself was easy.

   Within a few months Grandpa could ask for sex and knew how to give sis
the pleasure she wanted.

   All the time I had been there with them helping sis train Grandpa and
being an active part of encouraging sis with how to make sure that
everything went well.  At this time I was sharing sis's big double bed and
we were still having sex all the time whenever we could.  Now sis had
another sex partner to satisfy and to help satisfy her.  Sis became a total
sex-starved slut.  It was amazing.  She would sometimes crawl from just
having been fucked by Grandpa over to where I was gently stroking my cock
watching them so she could suck me to orgasm and swallow my cum to then
crawling back to lick Grandpas softening cock.  This was another thing that
she had to train him to allow as it's normal for a male dog to walk away as
soon as they have ejaculated, lay down and start to lick their cocks.  When
sis first started to want to lick Grandpas cock clean he had growled to
warn her away but sis had other ideas.  She would take up a submissive
position on her back and slowly ease herself towards his cock until she
could lick it.  Over a few days he came to accept her licking him after he
had come and would allow her access if she wanted it.

   Between all three of us, I would get to cum about six to eight times a
day, Grandpa the same and sis about once every thirty minutes when she was
home and the house stank of spunk.  It literally reeked and we had to start
using room deodoriser all the time and burn scented candles.

   Sis was still having the dreams and I would be helping her remember
them. I decided to see what I could do to help her keep that part of her
life as well.  I did this by designing and building the `cradle' as I
called it.

   It was built of wood and was shaped like a low cradle that sis could lay
back on and it had two leg rests that held her legs wide open.  I had made
it very comfortable and sis could lay in it for hours quite happily but I
had built it so she could go to sleep in it if she wanted too.

   Grandpa had been sleeping in the bedroom with us so he would be ready to
fuck sis in the morning.

   I showed sis the cradle and she tried it out and she said it was very
comfortable so I told her why I had made it which was to help me train
Grandpa to fuck sis while she was asleep at night if she started to have
her horny dreams.

   Sis agreed to give it a try so that night she lay down in her cradle and
went to sleep.  For the next couple of days I would wake up when sis
started having her dreams and I would then wake Grandpa and lead him over
to sis who's cunt was open wide and ready because the dreams made her wet.
I would give him the signal to fuck sis and he'd do it as well as he ever
did.  It worked - sis never woke up and Grandpa learned to wake up when sis
started her moaning and groaning and talking in her sleep.

   After a week of this and Grandpa having fucked her about four times I
told sis that everything was working as it should and that Grandpa was
waking up and fucking her on que.  She told me that she was still
remembering those incredible dreams so it was also working for her as well.

   I also told her that I was getting incredibly horny watching Grandpa
fuck her when she was asleep that I would do the same sometimes.  She
laughed at that.

   Sis didn't use her cradle every night but often enough that Grandpa
didn't forget.  About a month after I left I received a letter from sis and
she said that she had moved the bed out of her bedroom and slept in the
cradle every night.  She also would get her first morning fuck while she
was there as well - so I guess it worked out really well.

   I need to go back to before we picked up Grandpa from the pound.  Mom
used to come over some days for a visit.  Eric didn't as we were 'family'
as he described it and we needed time together as a family.  We were all
okay with this as to be honest we were, sort of, different to him and a
unit that he was not a member of and we were always more comfortable
without him there.

   Sis and I, after a few visits, started to believe that mom had a
suspicion that we were having sex.  Finally she opened the question up with
mom and told her the truth.  Mom was totally okay with it and suggested
that it was the 'best' type of relationship to have as we had and would
always love each other unreservedly.  I guess that in some way she was
completely correct.  Neither of us would every hurt the other purposefully.

   Anyway, after sis and mom had spoken sis told me about her talk with mom
and I was relieved, but not surprised, that mom had responded the way she
had given my experiences with mom back when I was a kid.  So given that the
ice had been broken so to speak I told sis about mom and I after she'd been
passed over to grandma and grandpa.  Sis wasn't surprised by what I told
her because, as she said, mom would have been given the exact same advice
about, family sex as she had been given.  So she totally understood that
mom, when she got horny, would see me, even as a very young boy, as a
viable outlet for her sexual needs.

   Also around this time sis showed me a collection of old black and white
photos that grandpa had got grandma to take of him and sis engaged in sex.
They were all very graphic and good quality so you could see everything. 
There were two pictures that really had a great impact on me and they were
of grandpa sitting in a large stuffed chair totally naked with sis sitting
in his lap with her legs wide open and her feet resting on his upper thighs
and grandpas' huge erect hairy cock pushed up between her legs and reaching
to her belly button.  His hands were resting on her hips and you could see
the top of his head over the top of sis's hair.  The next shot was of them
still sitting in the chair but now you realised that grandpas cock was
buried deep inside sis and you could now see him with a smile on his face,
his eyes closed and his head pushed back so he would have been looking at
the ceiling if his eyes had been open.  Sis's head inclined to the side,
with her eyes closed, her mouth open, with a great big smile on her face.
Grandpas hands were still resting on her hips.

   Apparently grandpa was a very good amateur photographer and used to
develop his own pictures.  I can't imagine he would have got anyone else to
develop those pictures but you never know do you?

   Those two pictures, in particular, made me as horny as heck and I fucked
sis on the floor soon after I saw them.  I then made Grandpa fuck her
before I fisted her to another orgasm.  She had already been fucked a
couple of times that day, had a dog licking her cunt a couple times and I'd
fucked her with her 'being ready for grandpa dildo' as well - this was a
normal day for us.  I'd also face fucked her that morning, like every other
morning.

   I was very intrigued and wanted to know a lot more about how all this
happened to my mom and sister so I decided to talk to my mom about it.

   I decided to arrange the meeting in such a way that mom knew what it was
all about.  I phoned her the next day when both Eric and sis were at work.
I spoke with the grandpa voice I used with sis and said something like this
- "Good morning (using moms baby name) this is your father and I want you
to listen carefully (I remember mom gasping on the other end of the phone).
So be quiet and listen.  Tomorrow after Eric has gone to work go to (insert
my sisters name here) house and pick up (put my real name here).  You are
to take all the pictures I gave you with you, wear your, staying ready for
daddy pants and cock and be ready to do as you are told.  Have you got all
that?' My mom in a little girls voice said that she understood and would be
there to pick up (my real name) after Eric had left for work.

   The next morning I waited for my mom to arrive around nine in the
morning in her car.  I had planned to get her to drive me into the New
Forest and for us to find a place we could sit down in private and talk.

   Mom arrived and I left sis place, walked to the car opened the door and
got in.  I turned to mom and said, 'Grandpa told me to check a few things
before we leave.  "Do you have the photos you're supposed to show me?" `
She nodded her head.  I then asked her if she had worn the clothes that
Grandpa had told her to wear and again she silently nodded her head.

   I asked her to drive us into the New Forest to a place we could sit and
talk in private.  I knew this wouldn't be hard for mom to do as she knew
the place well and used to walk through it a lot.

   In silence she drove for about an hour.  I also remained silent as I
wanted mom to be on edge when we got to where we were going.  I wanted her
to be so curious that she'd be close to a nervous wreck.  That way she'd be
easier to get to do what I wanted of her.

   She pulled into the side of a road and opened the door asking me to
follow her.  Mom took out a blanket and a medium sized box from the back
seat and then she led me along a path that went through the roadside hedge
and led off into the forest.  We walked for about ten minutes and ended up
in the lovely glade in the middle of all these beautiful trees.  The grass
was long and green, the light was slightly shaded and it was cool and calm.
Very little noise came through and it was perfect.  A perfect place for mom
and I to have a heart to heart talk.

   I was interested in how grandpa and grandma treated and used mom.  I
wanted to know what they used to do with her.  Did she like how it felt. 
Was she a willing participant?  I wanted, in effect, to know everything. 
But I also wanted to know how she used to act when grandpa was in control
and that's why I put on my 'grandpa' voice.

   So I started off with my 'grandpa' voice and asked her to show me the
photos.  She pulled the box across and lifted the lid.  She looked inside
and as she did she told me that she hadn't looked at any of these for many
years and she'd forgotten what most of them actually looked like.  She sat
there pulling out a small handful, she would look at each one before she
handed it to me and then I'd look at it and put it down on the blanket that
she had spread on the ground.  The pictures were of mom as a little girl,
grandpa and sometimes grandma.  The most surprising thing was that mom was
very young in some of these pictures.

   There was grandma with a finger up inside mom's cunt and mom was about a
year old.  Mom at age about four or five sucking on grandpa's cock.  She
couldn't get the head of his cock in her mouth but she was trying hard. 
Using my grandpa voice I asked her if she remembered when these pictures
were taken.  She said she didn't remember then at all.  But later on as she
got older in the pics she sometimes said that she did remember the
pictures. These were sending my blood pressure through the roof.  The
ultimate was finding two pictures just like the two that I loved from sis's
collection.  There was mom, much younger than sis, sitting on grandpas lap
with her legs wide open and resting her feet on his upper thighs and the
next picture with grandpas cock buried deep inside her and she looking like
a dazed drug addict out of her skull.  Mom said that she did remember both
of these.  I asked her if she remembers how she felt and she said she did.
So how did she feel I asked and she told me that she loved playing with
grandma and grandpa.  She loved it when grandpa told her `it' was
`happening', that he was ready for her, how it felt having her cunt
stretched by grandma and grandpa.  She loved having her breasts caressed,
her clit licked or rubbed, and she especially loved having grandpa fuck her
with his massive hard cock.

   There were a few pictures of her with her 'ready for grandpa' dildo
inside her.  She didn't have a belt like sis had used.  She had more like a
canvas strap that went around her waist and then another piece that went
from the strap down through her legs and tied at the back.  I seem to
remember about ten pictures with mom in different stages of inserting and
attaching the dildo and what she looked like once it was all inserted and
tied up.

   All the time I was using my grandpa voice and using her baby name.  She
would call me dad and used a small girly voice.  I asked her if she knew
what was going to happen her in the forest and she said she did know and
was looking forward to 'it'.

   I now told her to lift her dress and show me her panties.  They weren't
lovely sexy one as I had thought but rather simple white cotton knickers
that were very much what mom would have worn as a young girl.  Her knickers
were soaked through and from the musky smell I knew that mom's cunt was
soaking wet and ready for use.  I could see that her cunt was well
stretched open and I could also see the bottom of the dildo pushing out of
her cunt.  It would have been close to five inches across and her cunt
juices had been leaking around the sides of this monster.

   I realised that mom had been in the right mind space from the moment I
had called her on the phone.  I asked her if this were true and she told me
that as soon as she heard my voice and heard her baby name she had been
flooded with memories and had gotten incredibly horny and had remained that
way ever since.

   I told her to remove her panties and that's when I saw that she was
clean shaven as well.  I asked her if she always had a clean shaven pussy
but she said that she had shaved especially for 'daddy'.  Those words sent
a jolt through my already engorged cock.

   I told her to lay back on the blanket and open her legs.  Without a
sound she did what 'daddy' asked her and as soon as she was ready I came in
closer, grabbed the dildo and pulled it out enough so that I could get a
good grip and started to fuck her gently with it.  Mom started to mew like
a kitten, closed her eyes and started to rock her head left to right and
back again.  Slowly I started to speed up and push harder and harder when
it reached bottom.  I still hadn't seen how long the dildo was but I knew
it was long because the thrusts would have been at least twelve to fourteen
inches deep as that how much I was pulling out of her before pushing it
back in.  As the thrusts got faster and deeper mom started to thrust her
hips up towards the dildo and asking 'daddy, to do it harder'.  I couldn't
actually believe that it would be possible for mom to take this punishment
but she did.  I would thrust the dildo as deep and as fast as I could and
then push down hard with all my strength.  Mom just wanted more and more. I
sat up so I could exert more force, grabbed that cock with both hands and
fucked her as fast and with as much strength as I could and finally she
came humping her hips towards that great cock and moaning loudly and
saying, 'Daddy it's happening.  It's happening.  It's happening.' as she
came and came and came as I continued to pound her cunt with her dildo.

   I didn't stop even when she had obviously finished cuming.  She tried to
push my hands away to make me stop but I used my grandpa voice and told her
to take her hands away.  Her hands dropped to her sides and she lay there
without making a sound.  But slowly the sensations started to take over and
she started to mew again, then hump the cock and finally she started cuming
again and saying the same things again, 'It's happening.  Daddy it's
happening.' and then she came again humping the dildo like crazy and
sweating with her head bent backwards on the blanket so far that it raised
her chest off the ground.

   Once she'd finished cuming I slowed down the thrusts and made them
gentler and gentler and finally pushed the dildo home and left it there. 
It took mom a few minutes to recover.  After a minute or two she opened her
eyes, looked me in the eye, took one of her hands and held my hand and
said, 'Thank you daddy.  That was lovely.'

   But I hadn't finished with my lovely mother yet and I think she knew
that because she asked me what was going to happen next.  I said nothing
but reached for the dildo and slowly removed it and lay it on the blanket.
It was large.  Very large in fact.  I asked mom if this was one of the ones
that was used on her as a girl but she said it wasn't.  In fact as soon as
our phone conversation was over she had got into her car and driven to a
sex shop, bought the largest dildo they had and raced home to see if it
would fit.  She said at first it was a bit difficult as the entrance to her
cunt had tightened up but once it was inside it felt incredible.  To make
sure there weren't any problems she had worn it all day and had also left
it in overnight.  There wasn't a problem with Eric because they slept in
separate beds and he didn't know what was happening.

   I told mom to open her legs again because it was time for her to get
fisted and I wanted to feel my fist deep inside her wet cunt.  She opened
her legs but stayed propped up so she could see what was happening.  I
wasted no time and not bothering to form my fingers into a cone as you
would with a woman who wasn't used to being stretched I punched my fist
into my mother.  Her cunt just opened and took my fist and forearm into
itself without any problem.  Mom gasped as my fist and forearm thrust up
into her.  She also gave an involuntary pelvis thrust to meet my fist.  It
felt wonderful.  She had a very deep cunt.  Much more so that I remembered
from the early days of fisting her.  I remembered being able to reach the
top of her pussy with my much shorter forearm and although I could still
reach bottom it was, I knew, a lot deeper.  I found out why later on in the
day after we had fucked and sucked until my cock wouldn't respond any more.
But for now I was enjoying having my forearm up inside my mother.  She
loved it and kept on calling me daddy and telling me how lovely it felt
which just made me want to make her feel even more pleasure.  She also
started asking me to stretch her like I used to do.  The problem was that
the dildo was thicker than my forearm and even that thick dildo probably
wasn't thick enough to stretch mom inside her cunt.

   I told her that I was going to be careful and for her to let me know if
I should stop and then I started to push my other hand slowly down the arm
that was already inside.  I wrapped my fingers around my arm and slowly
slide my hand into my mother's cunt.  At first she winced.  I could see it
on her face as from the moment I started I had made sure I looked at her
face to see how she was taking it and making sure I was ready to stop at a
seconds notice.  When she winced I stopped pushing immediately and asked
her if she was okay.  She said that there was a little bit of pain around
the entrance but she asked me to wait a little while so she could get used
to it and then she'd let me know when I could continue.  After a short time
mom relaxed and told me to keep going.  Slowly I pushed my hand into her
and soon my hand was inside still sliding down my arm.  Now the thicker
part of my upper forearm was starting to push through and into her cunt and
remember that the thickest part of the arm that was already inside her was
also at the entrance to her pussy so she was getting some serious
stretching near the entrance to her pussy.

   Finally she flinched again and asked me to stop which I did but I didn't
take my arm out or even make any sign that I planned to do that.  I just
waited with two arms up inside my mother until she had gotten used to the
invasion of her pussy.

   She must have gotten used to the stretching because she relaxed and told
me that it was okay.  We kept doing this for a while until both of my
forearms were as deep inside her as I could get them.  I had bottomed out
inside my own mother.  Both hands were pushed into the very top of her cunt
and couldn't go any further.  I told mom this and she said that she knew
because she could feel my hands pushing against the end of her pussy.  I
asked her how it felt and she said that it felt just like it used to feel
when she was a little girl.  She felt totally full and stretched and it
felt wonderful just like it used to.

   Then I started to fist my mom with my two arms inside her.  She didn't
last very long before exploding in an enormous orgasm.  Her cuntal spasms
felt as if they were going to break my arms.  I was in very serious pain
but so was mom.  As her cunt spasmed around my arms she started to yell in
pain every time her cunt clasped my arms deep inside her.  Once her orgasm
was past I asked her if she was okay and she told me she loved the pain. 
The pain brought back wonderful memories of being stretched and the pain
from that and it all helped her achieve even better orgasms.  I sort of
understood as I had already come to understand that for some women there is
a very strong link between pain and pleasure.

   Moms cunt was stretched, I believe, more than it had ever been stretched
in her life and she loved it.  The inside of her pussy felt like warm wet
silk.  It was smooth, rubbery and warm as toast.  She had been oozing
pre-cum and cuntal juices like mad all this time and the blanket under her
backside and thighs was soaked through with all her juices.

   As you can imagine I was in pain from having a hard on for the last few
hours and now it was my turn.

   I stood up and took off my underwear and trousers and waved my hard
erect cock at my mom.  Then I lay down on the blanker and in my grandpa
voice told her to suck me and swallow my cum.  A second later she was
kneeling beside my hip and had her mouth around my swollen cock.  I love
squeezing a breast and tugging a nipple while I'm being sucked so I reached
inside mom's top and grabbed her breast and started to squeeze it while she
sucked my cock.  Every now and again I'd grab her nipple and tug it or pull
it hard.  Every time I pulled it mom would moan loudly and I took this as a
signal to do it even more.  After a little while I got the right amount of
force and concentrated on tugging on mom's nipple while she sucked the cum
out of my balls.  I was in heaven.  Mom was very good at sucking my cock as
I guess she'd had a lot of experience sucking cocks as that would have been
the easiest way for her to avoid having vaginal sex all her life with
'strange' men.

   Within a few minutes of this mom shuddered with another climax telling
me with my cock in her mouth that 'it was happening again' and soon after
that I spurted my cum down her throat.

   She sucked every bit of my cum down her throat and then licked my cock
clean before gently rubbing it against the side of her face and stroking my
belly at the same time.

   I lay there loving the attention and thinking about how damn lucky I was
having such an incredible mother and sister.  After a while I sat up and
told mom to lay back down again so I could look at her cunt.  She did as
asked and opened her legs wide so I could see her completely.  I looked at
her pussy and now I could see how swollen and red it was.  Her lips were
very engorged and swollen looking.  She was still leaking cunt juice but it
was now a lot less than it had been and her clit was also swollen and
sticking out of her lips.  I hadn't realised before but mom's clit wasn't
attached like most clits are.  Most clits are attached to the flesh of the
cunt and lay flat pointing towards the cuntal opening with just the head of
the clit exposed but every now and again and it's rather rare, you will
find a clit that's not attached and they point forwards.  When one of these
clits is hard they can point out and can look like a little boys cock and
that's the clit that mom had.  Sis had the standard type attached clit but
for all that it was still very sensitive and gave her great orgasms.  Mom's
clit though was so very different and sticking out like it did meant there
was a lot of things that could be done to it that can't be done to an
attached clit.  Just to start it can easily be sucked, bitten and even
masturbated like a guys cock.  It can be attached to a clit pump very
easily and made to swell and get larger and fatter and give a woman the
most incredible orgasms (check for 'clit pumping' on Google so see what can
be achieved).

   I wondered if mom love of pain extended to her clit and I wasted no time
trying to find out.  I grabbed her protruding clit with my fingers and
pulled on it.  Mom trembled I seem to remember.  I asked her if she liked
it.  She nodded her head quite vigorously.  I pulled even harder and dug my
fingernails into the shaft.  Her head went back and she lifted her hips
towards my hand.  I knew that I had discovered something else about my mom
that I was really happy that I had discovered.  I got even braver and
started to pull, twist, yank, fingernail gouge and in other ways torture
moms , now very hard, clit.  She was moaning and humping my hand and
telling me that she was close to 'it happening' over and over again.  Then
she thrust her hips up, tucked her chin into her chest, and just started to
vibrate yelling 'It's happening.  It's happening.  It's happening.' in a
strangled baby girl voice.  I didn't stop until her orgasm was finished.  I
have discovered over the years that the best orgasms a woman can have is
when you don't stop when their orgasms start but to keep going and even get
more forceful.  There are women that cannot stand being touched as soon as
their orgasms start but they aren't that common.  Whenever I find a woman
like that I break off the relationship as soon as I can because I get an
incredible amount of pleasure watching a woman cum and making her pleasure
last as long as possible.  For this reason I also don't maintain
relationships with women who are not multi-orgasmic.  How boring to have a
woman who comes once and can't go again straight off or at least within a
few minutes.  On many occasions I have happily foregone my own orgasm to
pleasure a woman especially if it is a very long session and I'm exhausted
at the end of it.

   Mom lay flat on her back after her orgasm and I let her recover.  After
about five minutes and her breathing was back to normal she opened her eyes
and told me that was one of the best orgasms she'd ever had.  No one had
ever done that to her before and it was amazing.  She said she's sorry that
neither grandpa, grandma, my dad or any of her lovers had ever tried that
and she wished they had as she would have been having orgasms like that all
her life if she'd known how good they felt.

   I suggested that she get Eric to do it for her but she demurred and told
me that she and Eric had never had a very good sex life and that she had
married him only to make sure that sis had a home and a father not because
she ever really loved him or that he excited her sexually.  The lack of
sexual excitement I understood because of grandma and her training but I
was sorry to discover that mom had never really had much affection for him.
I then told her that now she knew she could at least pleasure herself but
she also said that she couldn't do that as grandma had also told her that
she mustn't play with herself and that whenever she felt that she wanted
`it to happen' she was to go and look for grandpa to help her feel better.

   I wish I knew how my grandmother was so successful in training the two
female members of my family so well and how it stuck year after year
without any wavering.  If I could learn what she knew I'd be able to become
the world's greatest lover.  What she knew was just amazing.

   I told my mom that she was wrong and that the problem was that grandma
hadn't completed her training because she had run off with my father before
her training was complete.  What grandma hadn't told her was that she had a
duty to grandpa to make sure she was always ready to get fucked and played
with and that required her to make sure her cunt was well stretched, that
she came regularly, at least three to four times a day and even more if she
had the opportunity, must learn new ways of getting pleasure that she could
share with her grandpa so he could use the new technique on her, and that
she must be prepared to get as much sexual release as possible so that she
could learn how to have more and more orgasms every day.

   I told her, in my grandpa voice, that she must now obey these orders or
she wouldn't being a good girl and that she'd make grandma really sad if
she disobeyed.  I asked her if she understood what she needed to do and she
nodded her head in acceptance and agreement.

   Mom looked at me and asked me if what I'd just said was true I assured
her that it was total true and that she had a duty to make sure she looked
after herself for grandpa.

   She started to gently sob and I moved and gave her a hug.  We sat there
for a long time just hugging until mom stopped crying and calmed down.  She
held my hand and thanked me for telling her what grandma and grandpa wanted
her to do and that she would make sure she did what they would have wanted
of her.

   I asked mom about sis and why she had left her with grandma and grandpa
when she and I were ready to head back home to be with dad.  She said that
she just couldn't bring herself to not comply with grandma's wishes even
though she suspected what would happen.  She went on to say that as soon as
she got home and realised what was happening to my sister and that she was
also expected to start satisfying her father again she started planning to
leave.  She also admitted that she wanted to stay and go back to being
grandpa's sex doll but her concerns for sis overrode her desire to stay. 
She also told me that she suspected that it was really too late and that
sis was now as well trained as she was herself but that she just had to get
her out as soon as she could.  So when the opportunity came to take up a
job in Southampton in the south of England she packed up and moved out with
sis and caught a train to Southampton, found herself a bedsit and started
work.  Sis was put into the local school with a promise to never talk to
anyone outside that family about their 'secret' a secret that both mom and
sis had kept all those years.

   Within a few months she had met Eric a car salesman and they were well
into having a relationship and finally they moved in together.

   I asked her about the sexual relationship she had with Eric and how come
he stuck around.  She told me that he only ever wanted mom to masturbate
him to orgasm while he squeezed his testicles hard and tugged on his
scrotum.  This she was more than happy to do and obliged him for the rest
of their lives together whenever he needed to be pleasured.  She also said
that he had slowed down a lot over the years and now, even though only in
his mid-forties had only wanted mom to participate about once every four to
six months.  She said she was very happy about this.

   Mom expressed a fear about sis and her early experiences with grandma
and grandpa and I told her about sis and I and how we were very happy and
how we fucked, and sucked and fucked more every day.  Mom told me that she
suspected as much as she know how being close to a male member of 'the
family' made her feel and she assumed that sis would react in the same way
and that I would as well given her memories of what she and I had done
years earlier in the caravan.

   Once mom understood that sis and I were going well and that sis was
happy she felt very relieved.  She also mentioned that she suspected that
sis's marriage with Roland was related to sis's early experiences and I
told her what sis had told me about Roland wanting children and starting to
demand vaginal sex which sis just couldn't accept doing, even to keep her
marriage together.

   I also asked her how she had met dad and she told me that it was just
after the war and at a local dance.  Grandma and grandpa allowed her to go
out with her girlfriends from school.  She thought that they allowed this
to avert suspicion about the family as all mom's girlfriends were allowed
out it would seem strange if she wasn't.  I don't know if this is true or
not but that's what mom seemed to believe.

   Mom met dad at one of these dances and for a number of weeks they would
meet up at the same dance hall every Saturday evening.  One thing led to
another and soon mom and dad were kissing behind the hall just like mom's
friends were doing with their guys.  Mom told me that the girls would share
their 'adventures' with each other when they got together but mom didn't
have any 'adventures' to talk about because all she and dad did was kiss
and cuddle and the other girls had much more interesting things to talk
about such as playing with hard cocks, allowing their guys to play with
their breasts and finger them.  Although mom didn't have any similar events
to relate about dad she did know a lot about what was happening because of
her experiences with her mom and dad.  So she started to invent stories of
things she and dad were doing so that she wouldn't be left out of the sex
talk with her girlfriends.  The trouble is that one of the girls must have
related the stories to her guy and he told my dad all about it.

   Dad then confronted mom and asked her how she knew all this sex stuff as
she hadn't done any of these things with him?  First she told him that
she'd just copied things that the other girls had said and that she'd never
done any of those things before but dad wasn't satisfied with this
explanation.  He insisted that he be allowed to finger mom to make sure she
was a virgin but mom refused so dad forced her.  He held her arms behind
her back, warned her not to cry out and reached under her dress and into
her panties.  There he found 'being ready for grandpa'.  You can imagine
how dad felt.  He dragged mom into a nearby field and under a full moon
exposed everything by making mom take off her dress and removing her
knickers.  Apparently he was totally amazed when mom started to pull
'grandpa' out.  Mom said he went sex crazy.  He forced her down to the
ground and raped her on the spot.  Mom told me that she came as dad fucked
her although she could hardly feel his cock inside her because she was used
to grandpas much larger cock and from being stretched.  But it was the
lust, implied violence and submission that made her cum and cum and keep
cuming.  Dad also seemed to know that she was cuming and kept on calling
her a slut which made mom cum even more which just made dad fuck her even
harder.  She told me that he didn't stop after cuming inside her but fucked
her again straight away as his erection hadn't gone.  In fact dad raped her
again and again and didn't stop for hours.  Finally he finished and rolled
off mom, got up and dressed himself, told mom to do the same and then
grabbing her hand they walked back to the dance hall just as it was closing
for the night.  Dad told her that she was now his girl and that he'd meet
her at the dance hall next Saturday night and that she was to make sure she
was wearing her 'plug'.

   She told me that from then on their relationship grew with him starting
to show her his true self.  Dad was really a bit of a sadist and enjoyed
humiliating mom sexually.

   It wasn't that long before he was anally raping her against her soft
pleading to stop (see didn't actually want him to stop as she loved it but
she knew that her pleading got dad really excited).  He also started to
fuck her with 'grandpa', fisting became regular as did sucking and face
fucking.  Within a few months mom and dad got married because mom was
pregnant with sis and that's how things happened in those days - have sex,
get pregnant, get married.  Although most people from those days will not
admit this it was more the norm and any review of marriage and birth
records will confirm the facts.  Most marriages were the old classic
shotgun weddings with the wife having a distinct bulge in her belly and
dressed all in pure white just like my mom was when she and dad tied the
knot.

   Then dad got a job away from England with the government and she, sis
and dad left England so that dad could take up his job.  Mom told me that
dad got so involved in his work that he started to neglect her, especially
her sexual needs which, as with sis, were about everything except vaginal
sex although mom did get pregnant again with me.

   I asked her about the hotel manager and she told me that she met him
after we returned home to live with dad again.  She was lonely and got one
of her girlfriends to ask her out every Friday night with the story that
they were going to go and see a movie together.  But they went out dancing
instead.  It was at one of these dances that she first met this beautiful
Greek god of a man.  He was incredibly handsome, attentive, well dressed,
and exciting and when compared to my dad who concentrated on his work and
little else, was totally fascinating.  Another wonderful thing that mom
discovered very quickly was that he was obsessed with anal sex and only
wanted to fuck her vaginally on rare occasions.  It was one of these events
when she got pregnant by him.  Within about six months she had move out of
home and moved in with him in the hotel he managed.  But as you already
know he got bored with mom and sent her off to Greece to live with his
mother and then sent her a letter telling her to go back to England as he
wasn't going to leave his job and be with her.  That was the end of mom
story about dad.

   Since I had first discovered about Grandpa and Grandma I had been
curious about them and how their lives had come together and evolved so I
asked mom if she knew anything about their lives before she came along. 
She told me that she and her mother had long talks about her and Grandpa. I
asked her to tell me what she knew.

   Apparently Grandma had been born into a serving family (servants) in
Sussex in England.  Grandma was close to 20 when mom was born and she was
born on the farm my Grandpa grew up in.  Today mom would have been 91 years
old and that means that Grandma would be close to 111 and that means that
Grandma was born around 1902 and would have first met Grandpa in 1909 when
she was 7 years old and he was 17.

   Grandma had been sent to our family's farm because she was too young to
be useful at the `Big House' and it was thought that living on a farm would
prepare her for finding a good husband with good opportunities to have a
secure and fulfilling life.

   Apparently Grandpa (I'll call him George and Grandpa I'll call Betty)
was totally enamoured by Betty from the moment he saw her and having seen
pictures of her from around the age of 25 I can imagine why.  In the pics
that sis and mom had shown me was this really beautiful, slim, average
height, long blond haired, and large breasted woman with an incredible
figure - that was my Grandma and her looks had been passed down to my
mother and sister.

   About three months after Betty arrived at the farm it was her birthday
and she was given a small party and a few homemade gifts.  Betty told mom
that she settled in well and enjoyed the work and the family life on the
farm.  After the party George told Betty that he had a present for her as
well and that at the end of the day he'd give it to her.  He asked her to
meet him down by the stream.  There was a small stream out the back of the
house and on the border of the farm, well hidden by trees and bushes.  This
was where the horses were bathed and scrubbed down and it was George's job
to do that at the end of a day's work in the fields.  Betty turned up after
her work was finished and mom told me she just sat and watched George
finished washing the horses.  He came over to her and sat next to her on
the river bank while the horses just walked about in the river.  Betty
asked him about her present as, I guess, any young girl would and George
told her that he loved her and wanted her to marry him and that was his
present.

   Gran told mom that she was very excited because she thought George was a
very handsome man and she thought that being married to him would be very
romantic.  She told mom that she remembered exactly how wonderful she felt
when she heard that.

   George told Betty that they could get married right there but that no
one must know because she as too young to get married in the church and
that it would be their secret.  All they had to do to actually get married
was to `try to make a baby' and that when they actually managed to put a
baby in Betty tummy then they would be properly married.

   Betty, as you can imagine, was all for it and ready to do whatever was
need to get married as soon as possible.

   Apparently this is when George started to strip down and asked Betty to
do the same.  Mom told me that Grandpa was a large a man in his late teens
as he was later in life and that's a large man.  Mom also told me that it
was the first time that Betty had ever seen a naked man and she was curious
and not at all afraid.

   Grandma had a bit of a problem undressing because she was very timid and
shy and had never been undressed except in front of her sisters and mother.
But George convinced her that it was necessary if they were to make a baby.

   It seems that George was already erect because Betty told mom that she
was very surprised to see his `stick' pointing out in front and that she
had never seen anything like that before on a man.  (Note: I'm sure that
Betty would have seen erections on the bulls, pigs, and other farm animals
so she wouldn't have been surprised at the erection itself just, maybe,
that men had them as well.)

   It seems that George, in effect, raped Betty there on the bank of the
river.  Remember that he was either close to being 18 or already was and
she had just had her 8th birthday.  She was a small woman when fully grown
and I'm sure this would have been a shock and a half for her but that's
not, apparently, how she felt about it.  Mom told me that Grandpa was very
gentle with Betty and spent a lot of time cuddling, kissing, and gently
caressing Betty and that she loved every moment of it.

   Slowly, it seems, very slowly, he started to play with her small
breasts, and with her pussy lips and slowly Betty got sexually excited. 
Mom told me that Grandma said she had a number of small orgasms just by
being kissed, and cuddled and that when Grandpa played with her breasts and
vulva she really came hard.  I'm sure that Grandpa would have realised that
Betty was cuming and that she was coming hard.  What 18 year old who lived
on a farm wouldn't?

   George broke her hymen with his finger and although it hurt Grandma a
bit there was far more pleasure than pain so she was happy for it to go on.
It wasn't long before Grandpa started to try and get his cock into Grandma
and that's when it got uncomfortable for her but he was still caressing,
cuddling and playing with her breasts and she was loving that and the
`pressure' down below wasn't a too large price to pay for the lovely
feelings.

   According to mom, Grandma said that she believes that George got
impatient because he suddenly grabbed her around the waist with one arm,
put his other hand over her mouth and forced his cock deep inside her. 
Gran said she'd never felt such pain in her life and she tried to scream
and struggle but it was useless - Grandpa had her immobile and was deep
inside her not moving.  He held her until she stopped trying to scream and
started to relax.  All the time he was telling her that he loved her, that
this was how people made babies, that they were now married, that he
thought she was wonderful and would make a wonderful wife, that what he was
doing was normal and natural and that once she got used to it would feel
wonderful, even more wonderful than before when she got `the jerkies'.  I
think that's a clever way to describe an orgasm to someone who has no idea
of the correct word.  `The Jerkies' seems to make good sense as we all
`jerk' when we cum.

   It seems that George and Betty sat there for a while with Grandma
sitting in Grandpa's lap with his cock embedded as deeply as it would go.
Then after a while Grandpa started to slowly fuck Betty.  She said it had
started to hurt again but not as much as when George had first pushed it
into her.  After a while Grandma thought he came because after a few weeks
of this she recognised the way he reacted when he had `The Jerkies'.  He
didn't take it out but Gran remembers that it went a bit soft and most of
the pain disappeared.  But George didn't move.  He still held her tight,
still talked slowly and gently to her, and continued to caress her.

   After a little while Grandpa started to get big again and started to
push it in and out again.  Soon he got the jerkies again.  Granma says they
sat there for a few hours and George did this time and time again.  Before
it was all over Betty was getting the jerkies as well she said.

   Afterwards they both went into the river for a wash and a clean-up. 
Gran said that it hurt when she touched herself to wash but she was happy
because she believed that she and George was now married.  She knew they
had to keep it a secret for now but she was ecstatically happy.

   This continued every day after work for about three weeks before they
were caught.  But we are talking about the early 1900's and all that
changed was that they were given a small outbuilding to sleep in away from
the house.  As far as everyone was concerned they were married and they
were treated like any other married couple.  Grandma told mom that it
wasn't very long after they had started having sex down by the river and
before they were caught that she was introduced to oral sex and Grandpa
making her suck him.  She said it was very hard to swallow the head of his
cock let alone any of the shaft but Grandpa loved it anyway and over the
next few years Grandpa could get almost half of his cock down her throat.
After the first few weeks in the barn she was then introduced to anal sex
which she really didn't like at first but, just like all the other things
she had discovered she really got to like it.

   Mom asked Grandma why she thought she came to enjoy everything that
Grandpa loved to do and her response was that she loved Grandpa with all
her heart and that anything he loved doing she was happy to try and over
time she found she just loved making Grandpa happy and she loved getting
The Jerkies as well.

   By the time Grandma was 12 she was being fucked, giving blow jobs,
getting fucked in the arse, and was well on the way to being fisted. 
Grandpa had carved a large dildo for Grandma and he would use it on her
sometimes.  He had also carved them a big bed, a four poster, and the posts
were just the right size to fit deep into Grandma while still being able to
stand on the floor but they were too deep for her to get herself off
without help.  If Grandpa though Gran had been naughty he would tie her
arms behind her back and impale her on one of the bedposts overnight.  As
Grandma grew older and taller Grandpa would raise the bed to make sure she
couldn't get off.  Although Grandma would not be able to sleep on these
nights she loved the feeling of being stuffed full for so long.  She would
leak juice all night as she had jerkies all night.  Grandpa would sometimes
get woken up when she came and he would get his cane out and give her a
caning on her bare arse to quiet her down.  Grandma said that the caning
just sent her into a frenzy of massive jerkies and the bed would shake a
lot worse and the juice would soak the bedpost.  I believe all of this was
just Grandpa's perverted mind and Grandma's perverted body at play.

   One thing I do remember was mom telling me that Great Grandpa burst into
their `home' one morning early while grandma was impaled on the bedpost. 
Grandpa jumped out of bed but it was too late as great grandpa had seen
everything and grandma was having a jerky at the time and he realised what
was happening.  Great grandpa had come in to get grandpa because there was
a cow having problems with a birth and grandpa was needed to help.  I never
found out if the birth went okay because mom didn't know either.

   Great grandpa grilled grandpa about the bed and he asked to be shown how
it worked so grandpa showed him.  He seemed impressed so grandma said. 
Grandpa even asked to be shown how grandma was impaled on them and he was
shown that as well - much to grandma's embarrassment.  It seems that the
family didn't think badly of anything back then.

   Great grandma had been very offhand and crotchety for a few years now
but it couldn't have been menopause because she was only in her mid- to
late-thirties apparently.  About three weeks later grandpa and grandma
heard great grandma yelling from the house and they rushed over to find out
what was happening and to help if help was needed.  I'm sure you realise
what had happened.  Great grandpa had made a bed post that was much the
same as the ones that grandpa had made and he was impaling great grandma on
one of them.

   She yelled until she was red in the face while grandma and grandpa stood
just inside their bedroom looking with their mouths open.  They were both
rather stunned by great grandpa's forcefulness with this.  He refused to
listen to great grandma and told her to shut up and that he was sick and
tired off all her `blather' as he apparently called it.

   Grandma and grandpa left with great gran still yelling and having been
impaled on the bed post while great grandpa had left her there and gone
back to work.  She was yelling later in the day when the men headed back
for lunch.  They left great gran yelling loudly as they ate their lunch and
then returned to work.

   Grandma could still hear her a few hours later but she was a lot quieter
then and by the time the men came home she had gone silent.  When grandpa
and grandma went to the house for dinner great gran was walking around and
fixing dinner for everyone.  She was also very quiet but she started up
again just after dinner was finished and great granpa just grabbed her and
carted her off back to the bedroom.  She asked him to stop and became a bit
loud but great granpa wasn't going to have it anymore.  He must have
impaled her again because she started to get a lot louder but she calmed
down grand ma thought when great granpa got the bedpost up inside her.

   The next morning when grandpa and grandma went in for breakfast great
gran was preparing breakfast and she was quite the whole time and very
polite and kind to great grandpa.

   Grandma told mom that great grandma told her all about it.  She loved
being full of that bed post, of being controlled and forced to do what
great granpa wanted.  She and grandma shared their love of being controlled
and how much excitement and enjoyment they got from being forced to have
their cunts filled which the smooth hard wooden posts.  Great granma from
then on would get angry with great grandpa when she wanted to be impaled by
the bedpost - mom told me that grandma had told her that it became a bit of
a game between the great grans.  She's tease him, he'd warn her that she'd
be it trouble if she kept that up, she would keep going, she'd be carted
off to the bedroom and only be released much later in the day.

   I never forgot that story and I actually duplicated the bed post idea
once much later in my life.

   Grandpa didn't stay on the farm but decided to go to Trade School where
he became a fitter and turner but he wasn't happy with that and finally he
went to University to study mining engineering.  He completed his degree
when he was about 29 and mom was 19 - a year before mom was born.

   It seems that Grandpa really loved Grandma from the very first moment he
saw her because their lives together were wonderful according to Grandma.
He died of a heart attack in his advanced years and she died soon after.

   Mom and I spent the rest of the day just laying around the little glade
mom had taken us to.  It was a warm day and just lovely.  Every now and
again I'd roll over towards mom and put her hand on my cock.  Sometimes she
would just stroke me for a while, other times she'd actively masturbate me
if my cock was hard and other times she'd roll over and suck me.  Now and
again I'd suck her nipples and squeeze her breasts, or I'd rub her clit
until she had a gentle orgasm and other times I'd give her a deep fisting.
A couple of times I inserted my arm into her and played with her cervix. 
The first time I did this I asked her if she remembered me doing this to
her in the caravan.  She said she did remember and that it felt as good
that day as it did all those years ago.

   Finally it was time for us to leave so we packed everything away and mom
dropped me off at sis's place and went home.  She gave me a non-mommy type
kiss before she was ready to driver off and thanked me for giving her a
wonderful time.  She also told me that if I ever needed her to call and
she'd drop everything and do whatever I told her to do.  The promise to 'do
whatever I told her to do' really hit a cord with me and made my overused
cock start to get erect again.  On hearing those words that offered her to
me on an open platter, I jumped back into her car in the passenger seat and
pulled out my stiffening cock and told her to suck me again.  She bent down
and put my cock into her mouth and sucked me for what must have been the
tenth time that day - thank God for tinted windows.  As usual I came again,
not sure there was any cum left, and put my cock back inside my trousers
and giving her a non-son like kiss got out of the car and watched her drive
off home.

   Mom and I had been out longer than I had planned and sis was already
home.  I told her that I'd been out with mom all day talking about the past
and her experiences with grandma and grandpa, why she had passed sis over
to them, about her marriage to dad and Eric and all sorts of other stuff. I
also told sis about the photos that mom had - just like those sis had but
many many more because mom had been with them for eighteen years before she
ran away with dad.

   Sis and my life continued much as it had before except that mom became a
more regular visitor and mom and I would fuck during the day while sis was
at work some days.

   At this stage mom didn't know about `Grandpa' the dog but sis and I
decided that mom should find out and in the best possible way we planned a
day with us all.

   Mom came around on a Saturday as usual and sis and I were ready.  As
soon as we were gathered in the living room.  Sis stripped off, pushed
herself down in her chair and when she was ready she called Grandpa over
and got him to start licking her out.  Mom was surprised as soon as sis
started to strip off but became totally agitated as soon as she saw Grandpa
start to lick sis.  She started to get up to go to sis but I, putting on my
Grandpa voice told her to sit back down.  Mom just slumped into her chair
and continued to watch as Grandpa licked and licked and thrust his snout
into sis's cunt.

   Sis, as you can imagine, started to cum rather quickly and mom sat there
taking it all in.  She was also starting to flush a bit.  I guess she was
getting turned on by sis's very obvious reaction to Grandpa's tongue.

   Sis had a massive orgasm - they always were.  Sis, from memory never had
a small, gentle orgasm.  They were always awesome to watch.  She would buck
as if she was on a bucking bronco and she'd turn red as a beetroot and gasp
and groan and squirm and thrust her hips forward and up towards whatever it
was that was giving her stimulation whether it be tongue, cock, fingers,
fist or dildo.

   As soon as sis had regained her breathe she signaled Grandpa to fuck
her. He mounted her with his front paws one on either side of her waist on
the cushion that was under sis's bum.  His cock was engorged and plainly
visible to mom who was sitting a little to the side - we had arranged the
furniture so that mom would be able to see everything.

   As soon as mom realized what was going to happen she gasped, put her
hand to her mouth and let out a straggled choking sound of what seemed to
be fear or concern.  I told her to `stay' and not move using `the voice'
again and she just sat there watching as Grandpa's cock slide up into her
daughter.

   Sis played her part incredibly well.  She overacted I think but mom
never realized that's what she was doing.  She squeezed her breasts
painfully, groaned and gasped.  She called out to `Grandpa' to fuck her. 
She said that it was incredible to feel so full of hard cock, she reached
under Grandpa's belly and played with her clit rubbing and tugging it.  She
thrust down to meet Grandapa thrusts and she cam and cam again and again.
It seemed as if she never stopped cuming for about 20 minutes.  Then she
told us that she knew that Grandpa was about ready to cum as she could feel
his knot swelling inside her.  A little while later she grabbed him behind
the knot, which was deep inside her, on the part of his cock that was
outside of her cunt and squeezed hard.  Grandpa gave a strangled yelp and
started to cum and sis let us know that was what was happening saying
things like, "He's filling me up with his hot cum", "He's spunking into
me.", "This is incredible.", "I'm so stretched.", It's happening.  It's
happening."

   We both knew that those last two phrases would be like a trigger deep
inside mom's head what would almost certainly make her enter the head space
we wanted her to enter and it seemed to work.  Mom lifted her dress and
started to rub her clit by reaching around the side of her belt holding her
dildo deep inside her and also squeezing her breasts on the outside of her
top.  Mom came also quite loudly and sis and I looked at each other and
smiled.

   Sis released Grandpa and he pulled his cock along with his enormous knot
out of herself.  Mom was still watching and as she saw the knot emerge she
groaned again and came again immediately.

   Sis and I looked at mom and asked her what she thought of what she had
just seen.  She looked from sis to me and back again for a few moments and
then told us that it was one of the most sexy things she had ever seen. 
She asked sis if it hurt and sis told her that it had at first but that now
it just felt fantastic and she got Grandpa to fuck her at least four or
five times everyday.  Mom asked if that were possible as she had never
known a man that could fuck that often unless it was very early on in a
relationship.  Sis told mom that he could cum even more often than that as
she would also masturbate him and suck him off as well as getting him to
fuck her.  Mom seemed totally stunned.

   Grandpa had moved away and had lay down and was now licking his still
hard cock.  Sis and I now moved into phase two of our plan.  I, using
Grandpa's voice, now told mom to strip off and to move her cunt to the edge
of her chair just like sis had done before Grandpa had fucked her.  She
refused point blank saying that she knew what we had in mind and that she
would never let Grandpa fuck her.  We said that wasn't what we had in mind,
although it was.  We told her that we just wanted her to feel what it was
like to have a six inch tongue lick her clit and the inside of her cunt. 
She calmed down a bit but was still really worried.  I used the voice to
calm her down, which I could always do and sis called Grandpa over and very
slowly and gently led him towards mom's cunt.  Mom closed her legs together
but I ordered her to open them which she did.

   When Grandpa's tongue first touched the inside of her thigh she snapped
her knees closed and Grandpa quickly pulled his head out of the way.  Mom
said that his whiskers had tickled her thighs and it was an involuntary
action.  Gently we convinced mom to open them up again and to be ready for
Grandpa's whiskers to touch the inside of her thighs.

   This time there wasn't a problem and mom allowed Grandpa to start
licking her cunt and clit.  It wasn't long before mom was happily getting
into the sensations and it wasn't long before she was cuming on Grandpa's
tongue.  Sis also got hold of his head and started to push his snout up
into mom's cunt.  She loved that as well.  She said that the prickly
feeling of his whiskers up inside felt incredible.  That was something I
hadn't heard from sis about Grandpa's whiskers but it was worth filing it
away for future use.

   We made sure that mom had cum at least four or five times and she was
almost totally out of it before sis gave Grandpa the `fuck' signal.  At
first he tried to turn towards sis but we held him and got him to mount mom
instead.  Once he got used to the idea he understood and started to hump
mom to try and get his cock inside her.  Mom, sort of came too, and
realized what was happening and tried to push him away.  I yelled at her to
stop and pulled her arms away and held them behind her head while sis
continued to push Grandpa forward and also help him get, his now hard
again, cock into mom.  Sis succeeded and Grandpa took over and pushed
himself deeply into mom and started to fuck her.

   Mom said that it was awful and that what we were doing wasn't right and
we should stop but we told her it was too late and that she was now going
to get the most incredible fuck of her life from a creature that did not
break grandma's rules.  She seemed to open up at that idea and it must have
hit a nerve because she stopped struggling and even opened her legs a bit
more.

   Grandpa fucked mom as well as he fucked sis and it wasn't long before
mom started to cum on his cock.  Since he had just had an orgasm we knew
that this one would take a lot longer and that he'd be fucking mom for a
good twenty to thirty minutes.  Mom just collapsed after her third or
fourth orgasm but Grandpa didn't stop.  Mom just kept on cuming and cuming
and she didn't stop.  It was as if she just had one massively long orgasm
that kept on going and going.  She, in a strange voice I remember, told us
that she could feel the `ball' as she called his knot, swelling up inside
her cunt and that it felt amazing.  She told us this as she continued to
cum without stopping.  Finally Grandpa started to cum and mom just kept
going with her orgasm.  She didn't stop until about five minutes after
Grandpa has pulled his cock out, swollen knot and all and was licking
himself in the corner.

   I think that mom fainted for a few seconds as Grandpa pulled his knot
out of her.  She just went crazy as he started to pull out.  Sis jumped in
as she realized what Grandpa was ready to do and in fear that mom might get
split by his knot she tried to hold him in but all she managed to do was
make the extraction slower than it would have been.  Once a dog has come he
works hard to extract his knot.  I think it's something to do with trying
to `plug' a bitches cunt to stop sperm from dripping out.  So a male dog
will pull hard to extract his cock as soon as he has cum but he can't
remove the knot because of the size of a bitches hips - her hips are
designed to hold the knot inside to assist with getting pregnant until the
knot shrinks when they can separate.  This is what happens to sis and now
was happening to mom.  Sis used to control Grandpa's attempts in the early
days so that she could slowly get used to the size of his knot and now she
held him in only if she wanted him to stay inside her.  But she knew that
mom might get into trouble if Grandpa managed to pull his fully swollen
knot out too quickly.

   Anyway, as his knot started to stretch mom's cunt entrance she just went
crazy.  She moaned, groaned, whimpered and kept cuming, if it's possible,
more violently than she had been.

   As you can imagine after that there wasn't a problem with mum and
Grandpa.  Mom came around whenever she could to have a play and sometimes I
was there and sometimes not and at other times we were all there and
sometimes not.

   We lived our lives like this for a year or so but then I wanted to
return to Australia for some reason.  My heart just pulled at me to go. 
So, after long goodbyes I left England and returned to Australia.

   Back in Australia and the sex, as it always had been, was very sparse on
the ground.  I travelled up to the North of the state and got a job with
one of the mining companies up there.  I met my wife there and we tagged
together for the next 18 years.  I gave the job up and we returned to Perth
where I returned to University to get a degree in Business.  Completed that
in 18 months - I was impatient as I was a mature student and I had got over
cars and chasing women.

   I then decided to go to America to get a Masters degree in Business. 
That took another 20 months and my daughter was born over there.  We
returned to Perth and took up a standard, rather boring life of the average
suburbanite of the time.  I got my first job back at the University I had
got my two bachelor's degrees from (one in Chemistry that I used on the
mine up North and my Bachelors in Business).  Not long after that my son
was born.

   I left teaching at the University because there was just too much
politics and more paperwork than teaching.  So I got a job where politics
was out in the open - Government and I spend the next 16 years with them.

   My wife and I got a divorce and we settled amicably and she went back to
work to support herself and I continued with the government.  This ended a
very significant phase in my life but the only real highlights were, in
chronological order - meeting the woman who would become my wife, the two
degrees I got (I love studying and learning and studying at University is
about as intense as that can get), and the birth of our two children.

   I moved out of the family home and found a place of my own still in
Perth.  My sex life improved markedly after about a year by myself and it
was great.

   I travelled to India, a place I had travelled to on my way home from
England all those years before.  I had loved it then and wanted to go back
for a break - it was to be an amazing break that helped me resolve a few
issues from my past.

   I had decided to stay in India for an extended period of time and in
those days it wasn't a problem.  Today you can only get a 6-month visa and
then you have to leave, get another visa, and then return but in the 80's
it wasn't like that.

   There was a small village called Pushkar that I had fallen in love with.
It was supposed to be the place where a tear fell from Brahma's face and
fell to Earth.  The tear formed a lake, that still exists in the middle of
the village, and from the lake all the waters of the Earth came.  A
beautiful story I think.

   I found a small place that was very cheap to rent, about $15/week, and
although it was small, 3 rooms, it was, at that time more than enough for
me.  The owner has employed a woman to keep the place clean and I managed
to find places to eat in the village for less than my weekly rent every
week.  But, as always with me, I got very lonely.

   I have discovered over the years that I must have female companionship
otherwise I slowly drop into a terrible depression and just end up locking
myself away from the world.

   A lot of pilgrims come to Pushkar, as I'm sure you will understand, and
most of them are country people rather than middle-class or upper-class
Indians who have better places, with better amenities to visit than
Pushkar. They walk through the village in long lines following their
`guide' who walks at the front and one day in a line of pilgrims I saw the
most beautiful young girl I've ever seen in my life.

   Being Hindu's they don't cover their faces unless they come from the
`untouchable' caste and she wasn't an untouchable because her face was
fully exposed.  She was slim, long, magnificent jet black hair (they all
have jet black hair), quite short (I discovered that she was 5 ft 2 in),
lovely light brown skin, she moved with confidence and had these enormous
large darkest of dark brown eyes with long lashes, full lips, slim waist,
small hips and small bust.  She was not the model of the types of women I
had been attracted to in the past and I found myself surprised by my
reaction to her.

   It was easy to pick out her family group, that I later discovered
included her uncle and aunt and their two daughters, her older sister and
her daughter, and her mother and father.  The family was full of daughters
which, in India is not a good thing for a family because of the need for
the family to pay a dowry, often quite significant in value, to the groom
when a daughter marries.

   At this stage I could speak passingly good Hindi so I waited on the road
until they returned from visiting the Brahma temple, one of many in
Pushcar, and started to them as they walked to the bus station before
leaving to go home.  Like everyone else they squatted on the ground and sat
waiting for the bus to arrive.  I went to the nearest chai-walla (tea-boy)
and ordered three cups of chai.  I walked over to the father and squatted
down next to him and offered him and the Uncle a cup each and then asked,
politely, if I could talk with them.

   I understand how strange this must have been for them.  Here was a
westerner, probably one of the few they had ever seen, who was sitting down
with them, speaking Hindi, wanting to talk and offering them a cup of chai.
They seemed very happy to `entertain' the Westerner and so we sat and
talked.

   I asked them if they were interested in their young daughter being given
work in Pushkar?  I also told them that I lived there, close to the lake
and needed a cook and cleaner for the house.  I mentioned a monthly wage
that made their eyes open wide - I think it was about $12/mth, about 100
Indian rupees, with food and clothing all paid.  I told them that I would
make sure that her wages would be sent to the girl's father every month and
that she would be allowed to return home every 3 months for a week.

   The father and Uncle talked for a few minutes in a dialect I did not
understand but it seemed as if there was a lot of support for the idea. 
The mother was called over and she asked a few questions of the father that
were translated to me and I answered but the mother seemed unconvinced.

   Out of the blue the father suggested that his other daughter, the woman
with the young daughter might be a better choice as she was a widow and, as
such, her honour would not be compromised by working for a man who lived by
himself.

   I hadn't really looked at the sister but now I did and she was amazingly
beautiful as well - just not as young and innocent as her sister and maybe
that was a good thing.  I asked the father if the older daughter was happy
to do the work - apparently she was happy to get away from the village in
which the family lived because as a widow she was being harassed by the
married men in the village.

   It started off that I wanted a lovely looking woman as a companion and
it ended up with me having a lovely companion, her daughter, and with her
wages being more than I had agreed on.  Also instead of the daughter going
home every 3 months her mother would come to Pushkar, at my expense, for a
week with food supplied.  I didn't have an issue with that at all.

   Instead of catching the bus that night the whole family came to my house
to stay the night so they could check out the place, so they could see what
type of food I ate, how comfortable the house would be for their daughter
and grand-daughter, to talk more about the agreement well into the night.
We must have gone over the same points about 10 times each.  One other
stipulation was that if the daughter got pregnant and it was a girl I was
to pay her 400 rupees (the exchange rate at that time was about 8 rupees to
the $) - there would be no charge if it was a girl.  I guess the father,
being a man, knew what might happen and was being a realist.  That's also
probably the reason he suggested his widowed daughter rather than the one
who was un-married.

   I've just realised that he made no mention of his grand-daughter and
pregnancy - probably he thought that was the mother's issue?  I'm not sure.

   The family went home and we settled down to a regular program of things
getting done.

   Pooja (pronounced Poo-Jar) would wake first and prepare breakfast which
consisted of japati and beans with some lassi (a very weak yoghurt).  She
would leave me until I woke up, whatever time that was, before starting to
clean my room.  She would clean the house everyday and also during the day
as it got very dusty as none of the `roads' in Pushkar were sealed.  They
were all dirt roads - dirt tracks more like it.

   Pooja would get her daughter all cleaned up and dressed in her uniform
for school - all the school children wore uniforms (I had agreed to send
her to school and pay all the expenses which were not very high) and then
get her on her way.  Sabina, the daughter, had to walk about a mile to and
from school every day.

   Indians are very fastidious when it comes to being clean and Pooja would
bath first thing every morning, in the middle of the day and just before
bed at night.  It makes a lot of sense as Pushkar was a dirty village with
dust everywhere and could, in summer, get very hot.  But even in winter she
would bath the same number of times every day.

   She would go shopping for our meals on a daily basis as many items could
not be preserved because of a lack of refrigeration.  So vegetables were
purchased very regularly and if we were going to have meat, a rare occasion
I must say, it would be bought fresh that same day, as would milk for chia
and for her to make the lassi for the next day's breakfast.

   We had to move into a larger place but that was easy as I hired locals
to move everything and we had the same landlord so there was not bad
feeling from anyone.  The new place had a bedroom for me, and one for Pooja
and Sabina, a separate kitchen, a small yard for a small vegetable patch
that Pooja insisted on, a separate toilet outside the house (no running
water - had to use a bucket of water to rinse off your `vitals'.  No toilet
paper either.), and a separate bathroom - with another bucket to wet
yourself down with and rinse yourself off with to get rid of the soap), and
a separate lounge room - actually more like a small place to sit and drink
chai or sleep during the day.

   Pooja walked to the well every day to collect water for the two buckets
and for water for cooking - this was probably the hardest job in the house
- one trip for cooking and drinking water, another 2 - 3 during the day for
washing our bodies, and maybe another for washing kitchen utensils, cooking
surfaces, plates, cups, etc.

   My daily routine was to rise when I woke up, have breakfast alone, after
Pooja and Sabina, go to the toilet (I'm very regular and thankful for
that), wash, then walk into town and sit for a few hours talking with
pilgrims and friends that I had made while I was there - amazing topics of
conversation were discussed over the time I was there - from religion to
the probability of nuclear war.

   After a few hours of talking the local newspaperman would arrive with my
copy of The Times of India and I would read that from cover to cover.  I
think I was the only person in Pushkar that ordered a daily copy although
there were always English readers, mostly locals such as the doctor and the
school master, who wanted it after I had finished.  I sometimes saw my
newspapers still in circulation weeks after I'd passed them on.

   I piece of information that may be of interest is that The Times of
India is said to have the most difficult crossword puzzles of any newspaper
in the world.  Maybe see if you can get a copy and give it a try?

   Neither the toilet or the bathroom had door, in fact the only room that
had one was my bedroom.  I had to get someone to come in and make the door
up as it had to be custom built for the entrance to my bedroom and fix it.
Doors were very rare at that time in most houses.  Older `Haveli's' (large
family homes of the rich) did have doors; large wooden, decorated doors
that look incredible.

   We had been in the old house for about 3 weeks when, early in the
morning when I went for my morning wash, Pooja came into the bathroom,
stripped off and started to wash me.  There is always a small stool in the
bathrooms in India and they are used to sit on while you soap yourself but
Pooja asked me to stand up and she first wet me with water from the bucket
and then started to soap me all over.  It felt fantastic.  It had been so
long since a woman had touched me I had almost forgotten what it felt like.

   What really opened my eyes is that she also washed my testicle and cock
and the action on my, now swelling cock, as she soaped me and made sure I
was clean felt as if she was masturbating me.  I came all over the bathroom
floor and there was more cum than I had ever seen before.  Pooja didn't
skip a beat but kept on washing and cleaning me and finally rinsed me off
and dryed me with a towel.

   That day I spent a little time talking to Pooja before I went into the
village.  I wanted to know why she had decided to come into the bathroom
and wash me.  She told me that it was something she had done for her
husband, that her mother did for her father, and that she felt she should
do for me as well.  I told her that I was very happy for her to continue to
do it as it was very relaxing and comforting.

   I then asked her about why she had played with my private parts as she
did and her answer was just as pragmatic as the reasons for washing me. 
She told me that she realised that I had not had a women since she had been
working with me and that if I didn't get release I would go mad and start
to rape the women of the village and then she would be responsible because
if that happened she it would be known that she was not `looking after me
correctly'.  So she had `eased my tension', as she describe it, to save me,
her, her daughter and the women of the village - a very good view for the
need for sexual release I thought and still think.

   I must admit to finding the whole idea quite incredible but I wasn't at
all upset.  In fact I was very happy with the whole idea.  I thought I
could now look forward to being masturbated every week or so by those
lovely hands rubbing my cock as it was covered is soap suds and being
washed clean afterwards.  But it didn't turn out that way.

   As I have said, it gets really hot in Pushkar in summer and it was
summer so I was bathing about 3 - 4 times a day.  About half of those were
just quick washes to get rid of sweat and dust and the others, morning and
last thing at night were proper baths where I wanted to get really clean.
Once Pooja had washed me the first time she started to wash me everytime.

   She didn't always masturbate me but if she thought it had been too long
since I'd cum she'd make me cum buckets as she always did.  She also
started to take her clothes off so that she could have a wash or to simply
not wet her clothes so she could get straight back into them and get back
to work.  I also started to put her hand on my cock if I wanted her to
masturbate me and she would without a word.

   Every three months her mother would turn up for a week and she would
peer at everything in the house and tell Pooja off if she thought that
something wasn't clean enough, or if the meals didn't taste right, or if
the clothes weren't hung out to dry for long enough.  She always found
something to complain about but I guess that's what Indian mothers do.  But
she also used to praise her a lot as well and she was very loving to
Sabina. Sometimes she would cook a meal for us all and I must admit that
she was a good cook.  I suppose 50 years of practise counts for something?

   Sabina was also helping around the house when she was home.  Pooja would
send her out shopping, she'd get her to make me chai when she was free to
do so, and she was helping in other areas around the house as well.

   Remember I told you that the only room in the house that had a door was
my bedroom?  Well every now and again Sabina would come into the bathroom
while Pooja was washing me and she also saw her mother masturbating me.  I
was a bit taken aback the first couple of times it happened and asked Pooja
about it but she told me not to worry and it was common, in an Indian
household, for children to see everything that happens between adults as
it's normally impossible to avoid things like that from happening.

   After about a month of being `helped' by Pooja I found that I wanted
more.  Not more masturbation but I wanted a fuck.  I wanted a nice warm
cunt to sink my cock into so I started to work on Pooja when we were in the
bathroom washing together.  I started by stroking her thigh while she was
wetting me and soaping me down.  I started to rub her clit slowly and
gently.  She never moved away of seemed to get upset.  Sometimes I would
stop her from looking after me and I would masturbate her until she came
all over my hand - she produced a lot of lubricant and it would seep out of
her and run down her leg.

   One day I gently pushed her to her knees in the bathroom and put my
erect cock close to her mouth.  She knew exactly what to do and started to
suck me off - it was fantastic.  She also swallowed which was an added
bonus for me.

   I also started to push her up against the wall and would fuck her
standing up.  Our lives were almost as if we were husband and wife when it
came to sex.

   This new sexual life I was leading now made me want even more sex so I
would call her into my bedroom during the day, in the evening or early
mornings when she had just woken.  I would return home early from my time
in the village to get an orgasm - sometimes I'd get her to masturbate me,
others suck, I'd face fuck her, or fuck her cunt.  We had sex and a lot of
it.

   Sabina must have known what was happening but there was never any
problem with either her or her mother.  It was as if this was all perfectly
normal and even expected.

   One thing I do remember is that Pooja would flush herself out
immediately with mild-lemon juice mixture if I had cum inside her.  She
said it would stop her getting pregnant and it did seem to work as she
never did get pregnant until the very end when she decided she wanted a
child by me.

   One day her father turned up at the house and asked if Pooja could come
home to care for her mother as she was very sick.  I, of course, agreed.  I
sent her on her way with plenty of money for medical help, medicines, bus
fares, and a few presents for the family.  She was gone for over three
weeks.

   I looked after Sabina as well as I could and got a local woman to cook
and clean for us while Pooja was away.  About once a week the father would
come or some other family member to let us both know what was happening. 
Each time the message was that mum was improving but that dad still needed
Pooja around to help.

   The first night that Pooja was gone Sabina turned up in the bathroom
when I went in to wash and she took over where her mother had left off - in
every way.  When Sabina first put her hand around my cock and started to
jerk me off I grabbed a hold of her hand and made her stop and told her not
to do that.  But she answered and told me that Pooja, just before she left,
had told her to make sure she gave me sexual pleasure so that I wouldn't go
crazy with sexual need and bring dishonour on the household or her.

   Give that both Pooja and Sabina, who was 9 years old, knew what they
were doing I let go of Sabina's hand and told her to continue.  She was
very good just not as good as her mother.  Over the next weeks she ended up
giving me blow jobs, coming into my bedroom to suck me or jerk me off.  We
did everything but I never fucked her.

   She used to cum if I masturbated her just like any woman I've ever
known. The fact that she was nine at the time didn't interfere with her
ability to feel excited and get pleasure from sex.  She would get wet when
she played with my cock, she would go crazy when she had my cock in her
mouth, she would masturbate herself to orgasm if I didn't play with her and
she was excited.  I have come to the conclusion that even young people can
get sexually excited.  They are not sexless beings and probably never are -
whatever their age.

   I stayed in India for about eight months and then decided to go home as
I was starting to feel restless.  I was silly but I told Pooja that I was
going to go about 2 months before I finally left.  She got pregnant or at
least told me she was pregnant.  Some of my male and female friends over
the years who know the story have suggested that she was lying to get money
out of me but I don't know and, I really don't care why she said what she
did.  Maybe she was pregnant and maybe she wasn't but that never changed my
mind about what I decided to do.

   I talked to the landlord and offered to buy the house from him - he
agreed and I bought it and made sure that papers were made out to Pooja -
all legal.  I opened a bank account for her and put about $1000 into it -
enough to keep them both for a long time.

   It was very sad the day I caught the bus to go to Delhi to catch a plane
home but, like before with sis, I had to go.  Home was calling and you
can't ignore that call.

   I never went back to Pushkar so see either Pooja or Sabina but I hope,
with all my heart, that they were happy and led fulfilling and joyous
lives.

   I returned home and started of renting an apartment that was just what I
needed at the time.

   During the years I had been away from England there had been a number of
changes.  Mom had left Eric and moved in with sis and they had increased
the dogs from one to four - Grandpa, Caesar, Bear and Brutus.

   Apparently Brutus was built like a horse with a cock to match.  Sis told
me that it took her a long time to find him - a very long time and that she
had been looking for him mostly to satisfy mom.

   After having pushed both of my arms up inside my mother I could well
believe that.

   Over the interim Grandpa had passed away and only the three dogs
remained.  Also mom had been killed in a car accident - this really
affected me very badly when sis phoned to tell me.  I was shattered for a
couple of weeks and struggled to keep working.  I flew over for a few days
for the funeral but it was a very somber affair with just sis and me there.
I stayed for a few days and nothing happened between me and sis and she
steered clear of the dogs for the time I was there as well.

   So sis ended up being left alone with three insatiable dogs - one which
she struggled to get inside her.  But knowing her she tried as best as she
could and actually did end up getting used to Brutus.

   Sis got back on track around the same time I did and our lives went back
to normal with sis fucking for all she was worth and me stuck in Australia
without very much in the way of sex at all.  I think I must have been
crazy. I should have gone back to England and moved back in with sis but I
never did.

   A few short holidays, a week here or there and I would spend all my time
with sis and having fun with her and her dogs.  Then it was back to
Australia to keep working.  Looking back on it I really think I must have
been mad.  Totally insane.

   One event that is memorable was a conference I had to attend in
Washington DC.  I had decided to attend the conference and then take
another week off to have a look around.  Please remember that I attended
University in Indiana and my wife and I had met this really nice couple. 
Well they had gotten a divorce because he had fallen in love with a woman
he'd met where he worked.  They had been having an affair.  So, madly in
love he had told his wife about it.  Left her and only then had he gone up
to this woman and told her of his undying love.  She was horrified!  She
was married and loved her husband.  They had an open relationship and had
sex with others and told each other about any new partners they had.  So
she told him to `fuck off' and stop acting like a child so he tried to get
back with his wife.  She told him to `fuck off' as well and she divorced
him.

   Anyway while I was in Australia and she was in the States we would
communicate a lot using email at the time - the most sophisticated way of
communicating at the time.  A few years later we moved onto IRC (internet
relay chat) which was just becoming popular at the time.

   Because we were so far apart we offered each other a non-threatening way
of venting and talking about our lives.  So we vented.  Boy did we vent! 
We shared everything.

   Remember that I was married and she was single.  Although she was very
religious, the husband was as well and was, in fact, he was a local pastor
in their church, although she was now divorced she had discovered sexuality
as a single mother of four children.  Wow.  The things she got into were
amazing.  She found a guy who loved fisting and so she tried to do that. 
It didn't work but she got very close and she loved being stretched.  She
got rid of him because he was an alcoholic and slept around she found out.

   Then she met a guy she'd known at school and he owned a seed business
that was very profitable.  He made contact when he found out she was
divorced because he'd always loved her he said.  She went out with him for
a while but he was `too pure' and boring for her she told me.  Anyway we'd
been talking about all sorts of stuff for about 3 years when this
opportunity to go to DC came up.

   As you can imagine I made contact and asked her if we could meet. 
`Would she like to come to DC and then travel a bit for a couple of weeks?'
She thought it would be great and it would give her a chance to have a bit
of a holiday from the kids.  Apparently her parents had been suggesting she
needed a break for a while and had offered to care for the kids.

   We met at the DC airport and proceeded to the hotel as man and wife. 
Since I had made the booking from Australia there were no awkward questions
and we got our key and went straight up.

   We dropped our bags and then turned and looked at each other for the
first time after about 20 years.  She still looked really good.  I mean
REALLY good.  She was small, very pretty, small breasts and the longest
most beautiful blonde hair I've ever seen.  It was also long at University
and she still had it.  I started to get hard.

   We sort of just stood there looking at each other for a while and then I
simply said, "What now?" That seemed to be a signal for her because she
walked over to the bed and opened one of her bags - it was full of dildos,
a couple of different vibrators, a clit pump, sexy underwear, and bottles
of lube.  She then lifted her dress to show me a completely shaved pussy
and no underwear.

   That was it.  We both stripped off and jumped into bed and just fucked,
and sucked for about 10 hours before we ordered room service.

   I never did attend any of the events at the conference.  We would spend
some of the day travelling to see the sights of DC and the rest of the day
we would just have sex.

   I rented a car to go off on our travels and we must have travelled a few
thousand miles all over the Eastern States of the USA seeing all sorts of
wonderful places and every day we'd stop early in the afternoon and book
into a hotel or motel and have sex.  We'd also stop during the day if we
found a secluded place somewhere and have more sex.

   We spent about three weeks together before I dropped her off home, had a
very emotional farewell, and went to catch my flight home.

   One thing we did manage to do in that time was to make sure she got the
fisting she had wanted.  We managed that by slowly buying larger and larger
dildo's as were drove around and using them to stretch her.

   We stayed in contact for another few years but she ended up marrying a
widower from her church.  The guy is enormous and their sex life never took
off but, being a good Christian she has stayed married to him even though
they don't talk, and have no feelings for each other (she once told me she
detests him).

   I think she put up with the marriage for the children - she was
terrified once she was divorced because she had no medical insurance and
was scared that something may happen to the kids and they would, literally
die.  Dad have given up his job and so the children had no medical
insurance though his employer.  America's not a good place to not have
medical insurance.  Anyway we slowly, over time, stopped talking - that's a
pity I think.  I also feel that she was getting over my positivity and
encouragement to leave the guy.

   Anyway - back to what happened back in Australia about a year after my
DC trip one day over the other side of the country at another conference.

   Early on while I was working for the government a new girl was employed.
She was one of those mousy looking girls with light brown hair and glasses
and incredibly intelligent and competent.  I love these types of women,
they are smart, often submissive and if you give them the chance will be
the greatest sex bombs you'll ever encounter.

   Anyway within a year or so she had found herself a boyfriend and was
being royally fucked.  Sometimes you can tell because a woman's hips will
suddenly get wider by a very noticeable amount when she starts having
regular sex and this is exactly what happened to her.

   Within another year she had been promoted out of my section and into
another government department where, within another eight years she had
ended up as head of her own government department.  I did tell you she was
very smart and incredibly competent.

   Anyway let's get back to what happened.

   I heard that she'd got married to her boyfriend and had also had a
couple of children and then I was sent over to Sydney for a conference and
to work with one of their city government departments to straighten out a
problem they had been having.

   This occurred after I had divorced my wife and I was unencumbered
romantically.  I think I need to tell you that I don't cheat when I'm in a
relationship.  But cheating to one person is totally fidelity to another so
be aware that this did not mean that I didn't have more than one sexual
partner at a time but there as always a 'partner' who was the main partner
and any others would have been by mutual consent like with mom and sis.

   While at the conference I saw this woman and we joined up being the only
person we each knew.  So we sat together during the conference, had lunch
together, attended the afternoon session and arranged to have dinner
together as well.  We met in the hotel dining room and sat through an okay
meal in the Hilton where the conferences was being held and we were both
booked in.  After the meal we retired to the bar and had a few drinks.  We
talked about our jobs, families, politics, etc.  and got on very well. 
This is when I found out about her children.

   I escorted her back to her room and she asked me if I'd like to come in
and I said yes happily.  I had always thought she was very sexy and nothing
had changed that idea in me.  She was still mousey.  The light brown long
straight hair, the glasses, the small breasts, the narrow waist with now
flaring hips, the great brain which always turns me on no end and the
submissive nature -all total sexual turn ons for me.

   No sooner had the door closed than she grabbed me and gave me a tongue
kiss I gave back as good as I got and started to get an erection.  A few
minutes into the kiss she rubbed her hands down to my trousers and felt my
erection and gave it a rub through the material.  I felt that regular and
expected sensual thrill and my cock jerked under my trousers.  When she
felt that she broke the kiss and asked me if I'd do her a favour.  I told
her I would be happy to do so.

   With that she turned and headed for the bathroom.  She was back within
seconds with her top taken off, her breasts exposed and a wooden ruler in
her hands.  It was a regular school ruler with a thin metal edge to it so
that you could get a perfectly straight line marked out if you needed to.

   She had, as I have said before, small breasts but she had long nipples.
They were about an inch long and they were as erect as my cock.

   She handed me the ruler and said that if I would hit her nipples with
the ruler until she came I could do whatever I wanted with her.  I readily
complied.

   She stood still in the middle of the room with her chest pushed forward
and squeezing each breast holding then in place.  I started off slowly
gently striking one nipple after the other with the ruler.  She would gasp
every time a nipple got struck and would rise up a bit on her feet.  Then
she would lower herself and I'd hit the other one.

   It wasn't very long before she asked me to hit harder - a lot harder -
so I did.  I hit her nipples with the metal side of the ruler and struck
her hard long nipples as hard as I dared.  She just started to shudder,
moan and stood up on her toes as high as she could with her back arched and
her chest pushed out as far as she could.  She also started to squeeze and
release her breasts in time with my hits.  Her nipples started to turn red
and very sore looking and I started to get a little concerned.  I told her
that I had to stop soon otherwise she may suffer real damage if I
continued. She begged me not to stop and that it wouldn't be long before
she'd cum and then I could stop.  So I continued and even sped up a bit and
struck a bit harder.  She came to a shuddering almost spastic actioned
orgasm.  She was still on her toes, but she started to shake a few seconds
before she groaned that she was cuming and not to stop yet.  So as she
shook through her orgasm I continued to strike at her nipples.  Finally she
finished cuming and I knew it was time to stop.

   I put the ruler down on a nearby table and walked over to her.  She was
still shaking and moaning as she continued to seem to have these little
aftershock mini-orgasms.  I was intrigued by what was happening to her so I
reached for one of her nipples and squeezed it.  She had another large cum
right there.  So I reached for the other nipple and gave it a hard tug and
she came again.  I was fascinated.  For the next ten to twenty minutes I
continued doing this to her and every time she'd have another orgasm.  This
was wonderful.  A woman who could have orgasm after orgasm and not stop.  I
could imagine having this woman and making her cum time after time, every
minute or so for hour after hour.  I would love to be a part of something
like that.  I wondered how many orgasms she could have before she either
asked me to stop or fainted from exhaustion.

   After about an hour of playing with her I stopped because an idea had
entered my head and I wanted to try my idea out on her to see if it would
work.

   All this time she had been standing on her feet, shuddering through
orgasm after orgasm and I now led her to a seat and helped her sit down.  I
also went a got her a coke from the bar fridge and got her to drink it as
it would help her recover a lot faster with the sugar buzz.

   She was almost comatose and sat there sipping from the coke every time I
put it to her lips.  It took her about half an hour to 'come too'.

   I actually had to put a towel on the chair before she sat down as she
was flooding all the time and her legs and crutch were covered in pussy
juice.  There was also a largish puddle on the floor and I tried to wipe up
as much of it as I could but there was still a bit of a stain left when I
had finished.

   I now told her that I wanted my pleasure and that I needed her to stand
back up again and open her legs as wide as she could with her knees bent.
She did this although she seemed rather perplexed and I certainly
understood why.  She probably thought I was going to want to fuck her or
get her to suck me or maybe even face fuck her but she didn't know me and
how my mind worked.  I was always looking out for new sexual practices. 
Activities that might excite or give pleasure to a partner and here was
something completely new to me and I was going to find out as much as I
could while I had the chance.

   With her standing in the middle of the room with her knees bent and her
legs open I had a perfect view of her cunt.  I turned and picked up the
ruler and hit her pussy a sharp blow before she realised what was
happening. Her reaction was immediate.  She bent over, grasped her belly
and exploded into the most powerful orgasm I'd seen that evening.

   I left her for a little while to recover and then, grabbing her hair I
pulled her to her feet and using a fierce voice told her that she had
better remain standing or I would get angry and she really didn't want me
to get angry.  I saw fear in her eyes when I said that and that turned me
on massively.  She stood back up and took her position and I hit her pussy
again.  She started to bend forward and her knees started to give way as
another orgasm hit her but I yanked her hair and growled at her again and
also gave her a slash across her arse cheeks with the ruler to drive home
the point.  She quickly got back into position and then I started some
serious experimentation.

   I slashed at her cunt, painfully pulled her nipples, hit them with the
ruler and even bit them.  I dug my nails into her clit and pulled her labia
as far as I could.  All the time she was orgasming, she never stopped.  She
just loved and got off on any pain inflicted to her sexual organs - breasts
or vagina.  I didn't check on her arse that day but I later found out that
it was another of her sexual buttons.

   Once I had satisfied myself and had my fun I stopped and helped her sit
back down on the towel on the chair.

   I waited for a while until she had calmed down and then I asked her how
it had felt.  She was totally excited and said that it was the best sex and
the strongest orgasms she'd ever had.  I got an idea that this was not a
regular thing for her and that she rarely got her sex shot of pain, in her
current relationship.  She told me that she couldn't let her husband know
about her needs.  She was too ashamed to let him know.  Mostly she would
look after herself in the bathroom when she got too horny.  She had regular
sex with her husband but it never gave her an orgasm.  She had only ever,
as far as she could remember, get an orgasm by punishing her nipples with
the ruler.  But it was always better if she could squeeze her breasts and
have someone else ply the ruler.

   She also told me that she had never before had her nipple pulled,
painfully twisted or bitten and she had never had anyone torture her clit
and cunt which, by far, gave her more intense orgasms than she had ever had
before.

   I then told her that my experiment wasn't over and was she ready for
more.  She quietly nodded and then said that she was a bit scared by what
she might discover about herself if I continued but that she couldn't
resist and was desperate to find out if there was more she could feel.

   I asked her to move her hips to the edge of the seat and put her legs up
on the arms so her cunt was open and exposed and readily accessible.  I
then knelt between her open legs and forming my fingers into a cone I
slowly pushed my fingers into her cunt.  And I kept pushing deeper and
deeper.

   She had given birth to two children but the last one was a few years ago
so she had closed up a lot and was rather tight but all the cunt juice was
lubricating her very well and I made good progress with my fingers into
her. Then I got as deep as I could and it was time to insert my thumb next
to my four fingers.  I looked at her face and she was wide eyed and
grimancing with a bit of pain but also there was pleasure there so I
continued.  Slowly I pushed my thumb in and then started to push my fist
into her.  She twisted her hips towards my hand and I knew that she was
starting to get turned on.  Slowly I continued to push.  Every now and
again she would gasp and shift to make the passage of my fist easier and I
would continue.  Finally the knuckles at the end of my fingers were
stretching the entrance to her cunt, she was humping my hand and she was
flooding again.

   I knew that I'd be able to fist her deep then.  I decided to give one
large shove and get my fist right inside her in one smooth and powerful
unstoppable thrust.  It worked.  My fist and the first four or five inches
of my arm slid in smoothly once my knuckles had popped into her.

   She gave a pained shriek that cut off within a split second as my arm
entered her.  Then she started to cum again.  Her hips pumped like crazy,
she started to pant and groan and I could feel her cunt spasming around my
hand and arm.  I wasn't as deep as I could go and I was just waiting with
my forearm inside her for her to calm down a bit so I could continue.  But
she didn't calm down.  She just kept on cuming without pause.  So I decided
that I'd 'go deep' and I started to push my hand in as deep as it would go.

   She started to hump faster and groan louder.  She moved her hands down
and put her fingers around my forearm so she could work out how deep I was
inside her but I'm not sure she could really work it out in her current
state.  She was tight.  Very tight but she also never complained or asked
me to stop what was happening to her.

   I reached the top of her cunt but continued to push even deeper.  She
went wild when she felt her cunt being stretched longer rather than just
wider.

   Then I totally finished her off by starting to fuck her with my arm. 
She would grab my arm and let it slide through her fingers as it fucked in
and out of her.  She would try to pull her pussy lips out of the way as
they would get caught between my arm and her thighs and start to get pulled
into her when my arm thrust forward.

   Then I did the best that can be done when fisting and that is to pull
the hand right out of her cunt and then with it still shaped in a fist
force it into her again and drive my arm deep into her before pulling it
right out again to start 'punching' her cunt full again.

   Her head was twisting left to right, her hands were busy, her chest was
heaving up and down as she gasped for breath, she was groaning and moaning
all the time, covered in sweat, cunt juice flooding my arm, her cunt, legs
and the towel and she just came and came and didn't stop.

   After about an hour of this my arm was getting very tired and I stopped
and pulled my arm out of her very gently.

   I went and poured myself a drink and sat in the chair opposite her after
I had run myself a quick shower to get clean and get rid of the sweaty
musky smell that I get when I've had a long sex session.  A shower also
helps me recovered faster as well.  I sat there looking at her for about an
hour without moving.  She lay there slowing getting her breath back,
juddering through mini-orgasms a lot, her colour slowly getting back to
normal and her cunt juice flow slowing and finally stopping.  However her
cunt didn't stop looking very red and swollen and puffy.  She looked as if
she was unconscious for a long time but I knew this was not the case.  She
was actually in a mental state that is called 'sub-space' by submissives in
the BDSM world of sex.  Sub-space can be described as a mental state where
you are so overcome by pleasure that the real world disappears and all you
can feel is pleasure oozing from every pore of your being.  I knew that if
I went over and blew on her skin she would orgasm again.  If she heard my
voice the same would happen.  If any nerve was stimulated in any way she
would remain in sub-space experiencing orgasms and intense pleasure until
she was left alone to recover.

   I don't know how long it took but finally she opened her eyes and I knew
that she was in the very last stages of coming out and recovering her sense
of self.  I continued to wait.

   Her first question was not an uncommon one when someone has discovered
sub-space for the very first time.  'What happened?'

   Rather than supply an answer that might make no sense to her I just
asked her how she was feeling.  She told me that she felt incredible, that
she had never felt so much pleasure in her life, that she didn't even know
that that amount of sensual pleasure was ever possible, that she felt
alive, excited, exhausted, sore, a real woman, a slave, a sex object and
loving it, and she wanted more right now.

   I gave a soft laugh and told her that it was too early to go again and
that she would have to wait at least until tomorrow evening.  She actually
pouted and gave me a little disappointed childlike look and that made me
laugh even more.

   I walked over, held her hand and moved her to her bed, put her in,
tucked her in, gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her to go to sleep and
that I'd meet her downstairs for breakfast at seven o'clock.

   I think she was asleep before I closed the door.

   She was already in the dining room when I got down there in the morning
and she saw me and waved me over.  She looked just as she had the previous
day.  Efficient, business-like and ready to go.  She smiled as I sat down
and ordered my breakfast from the waitress.  I asked her how she was
feeling and she gave me a massive smile and told me she felt wonderful,
rested, but very sore 'down there'.  I smiled back and then asked her if it
was worth it.  She said that it was worth feeling ten times as sore and
that she would happily do it every day for the rest of her life.  I gave a
quiet laugh.

   The conference lasted for a total of four days and she managed to get
one extra day before she had to fly back to work.  So we had four nights to
spend together and during those four nights I taught her the basics of
Dominant/submissive relationships.  She started to tie her hair into a pony
tail so that, if I needed to, I could grab it to pull her to me or to force
her to her knees.

   I made her share my room - never hers.  I'm the Dominate partner and we
need to be in MY territory not hers.  She would sleep on the ground next to
my bed unless I gave her permission to share my bed.  She did what I told
her without question and she didn't speak without asking me permission to
do so.

   She dressed in the clothes I told her to dress in and she would lay my
clothes out for me in the morning.  On command she would also dress or
undress me.  If I told her to not orgasm then she had to control herself or
she would be punished by being made to stand silently in the corner until
released.  If she did manage to control herself then I would give her
praise, kiss and cuddle her and tell her that she was wonderful and a
perfect submissive.  During these times I would do the best I could to make
her orgasm and when I succeeded in making her cum - which happened all too
often in the early days - she would be sent to the corner.

   The training of a true submissive takes a long time but I just wanted to
give her a taste of what was entailed.  I know it sound as if you're
training a dog but the truth is that most training requires the very same
punishments and reward system and a good Dom knows how to train a sub and a
good sub knows how to get trained quickly.

   After she flew back to Perth I stayed on for another three weeks helping
in Melbourne and then I flew back as well.  The day I landed I called her
private office number and told her I was in town and that she was to meet
me that night in a room I had booked at the Parmelia hotel.

   I gave her the room number and told her to be there at six o'clock.  She
told me she would be there and I rang off.

   Right on six there was a knock on the door and I told her to come in and
lock the door behind her.  She had her hair in a pony tail and I realised
that at least some of her training had stuck during our split.

   I told her to pour me a whisky with ice and to come and kneel on the
floor next to me.

   She did as she was told and once she was one her knees I asked her if
she had managed to talk to her husband about what she wanted from her life.
She told me she still wasn't able to go there.  I wasn't upset because I
had only suggested she do this and I had not instructed her to do so.  If I
had have instructed her she would have been punished and she would not have
been allowed any pleasure that night nor would she have been allowed to
pleasure me.  It may seem strange to someone who is unfamiliar with a
Dom/sub relationship but a sub gets a lot of pleasure from giving her Dom
pleasure so by not allowing a sub to give pleasure to her Dom is a real
punishment for the sub.  This highlights that a true D/s relationship is
based upon doing the 'right thing' for both parties.  More often than not
punishing a sub means that the Dom has to forego his own pleasure.  I have
used 'he' to refer to the Dom in this case but please be aware that a Dom
can just as easily be a woman as a man and there are many different D/s
relationships - male D and female sub or male sub and female D and female
sub or male sub and other combinations such as male D with female and male
subs, etc.

   She told me that she was desperate to be 'used' again and I complied but
we didn't have very much time as she had told her husband that she had a
late meeting at the office, which was not that unusual, and that she would
be home around ten.

   I started her next lesson by pulling out a rope and tying her, spread
eagle, to the bed.  I then gagged her and proceeded to attack her nipples
with the ruler hitting one and pulling or biting the other and then
changing over.  She started to cum like she always had in Melbourne.  I
then tugged and hit her clit with the ruler until she was a wreck.  I then
instructed her to not orgasm and once she understood the order I started to
deep fist her nice and slowly.  I saw her struggling not to have an orgasm
and she did very well.  In fact she managed not to cum that night.  Once I
decided that she had had enough I climbed on top of her, pulled off the
gag, gave her a kiss and told her how wonderful she was and she gave me
this lovely wide girly grin of thanks and then I took my hard cock, slapped
her face, told her to open her mouth and jammed my cock down her throat and
fucked her mouth until I came.  She knew to swallow all my cum.

   The relationship continued in like manner for a few years.  We stopped
using hotels and moved to my home and our clandestine meetings occurred
there at least once a week and sometimes on weekends when she could get
away.

   During this time my mother died in an accident and sis was left alone in
her home in Southampton with her dogs and work.  We talked on the phone
very regularly and she told me that she was enjoying herself.  She had the
dogs for sex and also had a very full work and social life.  But she never
tried to find another man as a permanent companion and although she did
have male friends it never went beyond friendship.  Then one day I received
a call from sis - she had got cancer of the uterus and she had found out
too late and she was going to die.  They told her that she could have chemo
and that it would extend her life but not by years but more like months.  I
told her that I'd tie up some loose ends over here and be right over.  She
told me not to worry and that she'd be okay for a few months or so but I
told her I'd be there as soon as I could.

   I realized that I couldn't just leave my current submissive without a
master - that would be far too cruel but I didn't know exactly what to do
for a few days.  Then I realized that the best person to pass her too would
be her husband but that he needed to want what was on offer and he also
needed to be given a few pointers as to how to behave.

   It was very easy to make contact with her husband - a few friends in the
government and you'd be surprised what you can find out.  So I phoned him
and suggested a meeting.  He agreed not knowing what it was all about.  I
made it a weekend day at a restaurant in the city.

   He arrived within minutes of our appointed time and I just opened up to
him.  I asked him to please just sit and listen to what I had to say and
over the next thirty or so minutes I told him about his wife and I -
everything.  But before I started I told him that for personal reasons I
had something that he needed to have if he thought the price was right at
$50,000.  I told him that this would totally change his life for the better
and that his home and sex life would change overnight into something that
he couldn't possibly ever imagine.  I then asked him if he'd like to hear
more.  He, of course, said "Yes".  He had nothing to lose and I know I had
stirred his interest.  What man could ever pass up an opportunity to find
out how he could change his life for the better and at no risk - all he had
to do was to listen for a while.

   I had done a lot of research into this guy before I really thought that
he might be the one for my sub and that research had proved to me that he
could be the exact right guy.  It's not that hard to get a virus put into a
mobile phone and a computer these days if you know what to do or you know
the right people.  Given I worked online in my business I knew the right
people.

   Within a few days of starting the investigation my contact had confirmed
that the guy was a regular visitor to certain websites that showed he had
an interest in kinky sex.  Sex he wasn't getting from his wife and that
was, for me, the key piece of information that I used to help me decide to
make the move to talk to him.

   I first told him, in general terms, the idea of Dom/sub relationships
and that I had a sub that I needed to find a master for.  I also passed a
few pictures across of his wife without him being able to see who she was.
To him there was a woman who was tied up, being spanked, being fucked and
masturbated.  I showed him a short movie on my smartphone of her cuming and
cuming and asked him if he was interested.  He had been listening with
great care and with this strange expression on his face.  The expression
was of sexual excitement but with a hint of disbelief.

   I asked him if he had any questions and he asked straight out, "Why me
and how can I trust you?"

   My answer was a massive lie but it worked.  I told him that I was the
owner of a kinky sex website that he visited.  That the sub was mine and
that I had to pass her onto another master as I had to leave the country to
look after a dying sister and that given the profile he had filled in on
the website that he and this sub would be perfect for each other.  I told
him I had also chosen him because he lived in Perth, was handsome,
dominant, had very close matching needs to my sub and that it was obvious
that he could find time to be with her if he could meet me on a weekend.

   He told me that it would be very difficult as he was married and
although sex with his wife wasn't the best.  In fact it wasn't anything
like what he wanted from his wife, he loved her and taking on a sub would
be a serious problem for him.  I put his mind at ease and suggested that a
Dom/sub relationship wasn't about love and affection necessarily but that
it was about making sure that you got out of life the things you needed to
keep your sanity and to feed your soul.  He seemed to understand.  We
talked, in low voices for a few hours with us both drinking coffee on a
regular basis and him asking all sorts of different questions about what
such a relationship would entail.

   He found out that the sub was married and loved her husband but that he
wasn't into what she needed.  He found out that they could meet in hotels
at their mutual convenience so that his wife need never find out and
neither could her husband.  That there was no money involved and that it
was about mutual sexual satisfaction and no more.  I told him that the
$50,000 was so that he knew that she was worth something - worth a lot in
fact and that normally such an incredible sub could be sold for much more
than $50,000 if she was as pliant and submissive and as well trained as my
sub was.  He believed me having spent the time he had on the websites he
visited.  He knew that people bought and sold subs and voluntary slaves and
also had an idea of the prices.

   He agreed to think about the offer and I told him I'd phone him in a few
days to move forward if he wanted.

   I told my sub nothing about what I had done and the next time we met I
acted as I always had.  We both loved that session just as always.

   When I called him he had decided that he wanted to learn more so I
arranged to meet him once more outside my own home.  I took more pictures
much like the first set which he, again, got very excited by.  These
included pictures of more extreme sexual things we did such as face fucking
(only her mouth with my cock fucking it so he couldn't see her face),
fisting, caning, restraints, anal sex.  I made sure that he didn't see her
nipples as that might have given it away and her face was only ever exposed
covered with a mask.  He, in fact asked me why her face was never on show
and I told him that I would never compromise the identity of my sub and
that he should never either if they did end up together.  He understood why
that was so important.

   We sat and talked about his ideas of what being a Dominant was and he
obviously knew all the ideas and practices although he'd never actually
been in a Dom/sub relationship.  I told him he needed to undertake some
training before I'd pass my sub onto him and he agreed.  I made contact
with a Dom I knew and asked him if it would be okay for his sub to train a
man that needed, desperately to know how to be a great Dom.  He agreed so I
contacted her and told her (Not `ask'.  You don't `ask' a sub you `tell' a
sub) that I needed her to train a man how to be a Dom and that she had
three weeks.  She agreed immediately because see she knew that I would
never have made the demand if I had not already confirmed it with her Dom
beforehand.  You don't cross boundaries in the D/s world.  That is a mortal
sin - a sub belongs to her Dom - every last little bit of her and you will
be ostracized if you make a wrong move.  This is just a small part of what
he had to learn before he could act the part that he wanted to act.

   Three weeks later I called him and arranged a meeting.  My first
question was - "How did it go?" He gave me an enormous grin and told me
that it had been fantastic.  It was like being in paradise when he was with
the sub and that her Dom had also decided to help him through.  He said he
felt completely confident that he was ready to take a sub on and to
continue to grow in the role of Dom and lead and protect and care for his
sub properly.

   I asked him a lot of questions as I would rather let my sub go to find
her own Dom that pass her onto someone who wasn't ready for her.  He was
ready I felt.

   I arranged for him to arrive at my home about an hour before I had
arranged for his wife to arrive.  He still didn't know it was his wife at
this stage.  I told him to wait, naked and ready, in the spare bedroom
until I came to get him.  When my sub arrived I told her to prepare herself
in the bedroom.  She knew what I meant.  No preliminaries or talking.  She
went to the bedroom, stripped off and knelt in the corner facing the wall.

   I followed a few minutes later and sat in a chair facing her back.  She
didn't move a muscle.  I then started to tell her that I had to leave to
care for my sister in England and that I had thought about what I was going
to do with her.  She started to turn around to look at me while I was
telling her this but I, firmly, told her to `hold position' and she turned
back before she had managed to look at me.

   I told her that I had already sold her to another Dom that I had checked
out.  At this she started to talk protesting and I told her to be quiet. 
She stopped talking immediately but I noticed that her shoulders had
slumped and that she wasn't at all happy.

   I told her everything without revealing who the Dom was.  I then asked
her if she had any questions.  She did.  She had a lot of them.  Some which
I answered and others which I said she would have to ask her new Dom once I
had passed ownership over to him.  She complained that she had a right to
choose her Dom but I told her not to be silly.  She was mine to buy and
sell if I wished and she had no say in the matter.  She clammed up after
that knowing that, at this stage in our relationship, this was completely
true.  I did have that right and, in fact, she also realised, because I
told her, that I also had an obligations to make sure she got a decent and
good man to take over from me and that I would not leave her to find some
washed out useless man to take control over her.  She told me she
understood and after that there was no more questions about being sold off.

   It took about an hour to calm her down and to accept what was going to
happen.  I then told her to get on the bed and lay on her back.  I
blindfolded her and told her not to remove the blindfold as I was going to
get her new Dom and it would be up to him if he took it off and when he
took it off.

   My last words to her that night were to this effect, "You have been the
most incredibly wonderful sub I have ever known in my life.  You are
beautiful, loving, wonderful and perfect.  I now relinquish control over
you and pass you to your new Master.  I have loved you and always will."

   With that I went to the spare bedroom and told the guy everything.  I
mean that my sub was his wife.  He was stunned.  Totally stunned.  I waited
until he got used to the idea and then led him into the main bedroom.  She
was still laying there naked with the blindfold on.  I signaled to him to
not talk and I then said to him loud enough for her to hear, "Here she is.
She is precious and perfect.  She is yours to use as you wish as soon as
you pay me the money you owe me.  I expect you to bring the money here
tomorrow.  If you do not I will instruct her to leave you and find another
man who is worthy of her.  Do you understand?  Nod if you do." He nodded
and I then turned and left the bedroom telling him that I would not return
until the following morning.

   I have no idea what happened that night and probably never will find out
but the next morning he was at my front door with a cheque for $50,000, a
big grin on his face and a massive "Thank you".  I shook his hand and
wished him well.  That was the last time I saw either of them.  I hope they
are blissfully happy.

   Within days I was at sis place and had comfortably settled back in and
started to care for her as best as I could given the circumstances.

   Sis didn't look to bad to start with.  She got tired easily and her
appetite was way down but her spirits were still as high as they had ever
been but the truth was that she was going and there was nothing that could
be done to help her.

   She still loved the sex with the boys Grandpa, Bear and Brutus - these
weren't the same dogs from when I was with her those years ago but new dogs
with the same names - but she certainly wasn't slowing down when it came to
sex and I kept out of these marathon events.  Sis and I would enjoy far
more gentle sex, always at her instigation, as her disease progressed. 
Finally it ended up with sis being so thin and having lost so much weight
that I could easily lift her and I would carry her around the house and lay
her down to rest in her bed or on the settee.  I would give her sponge
baths as she finally couldn't stand.  Five months after I arrived in
England sis passed away in the local hospital where in the last few days
she had to be because of the heroin she was prescribed to stop the pain
which was not allowed out of the hospital.

   I remember going back to her place and not being able to think for days
and days.  I was like a robot.  Waking, sleeping, eating, feeding the boys,
letting them out the back into the garden and then doing the same day after
day.  But slowly, it seemed forever, I started to come back and see the
world again through the windows.  I started to turn on the TV to watch the
news, I would go and have a coffee in the local coffee shop.  I started to
think again.

   For the next 6 to 8 months I existed but didn't really live a life of
any sort.  So pained by everything I had experienced over the last few
years.  Too much to handle and feel - too much pain.

   One day I went shopping as I normally did but this time I saw a woman
who immediately attracted my attention.  She was very beautiful for all
that she was more than fifteen years older than me.  I was around forty
years old at the time which would have made her close to her mid-fifties
but she just shone with light.  I don't normally describe women in this way
as you will have read in the rest of this story of my life.  This is very
unusual for me and she was an unusual woman in many ways.

   She was a widow with six, now adult, children of her own.  They had all
flown the nest and her husband had been dead for about seven or so years.
She lived alone because, as she described it to me, he had been the love of
her life - I was to find out what she actually meant by this.  Sometimes a
love of your life can come from some very strange relationships and hers
was stranger than many.

   I first met her in a shopping centre while I was shopping for groceries.
We all hear stories of people meeting in the store but I know that it is
possible for the stories to be true.

   I first saw her from the back but there was nothing that made her seem
and different to any other middle-aged woman who you might see anywhere. 
It was when I saw her face that I did a double take.  Her skin was
luminescent, white, perfect, deep blue eyes, naturally red lips, blonde
hair, long blond hair.  She was dressed very sensibly, I'm sure you know
what I mean when I say that.  No gloves, which at first I found surprising
given the traditional clothes she was wearing, the fact that she was
pushing a trolley but holding her handbag tightly under one arm and close
to the side of her ribcage.  Sensible shoes, sensible dress with a sensible
top and a sensible coat to finish it all off.

   I know that you may be surprised that a woman who looked like that made
such an impression on me but she did.

   I found myself carefully, and not in an obvious way, following her
through the store looking when I could and making sure that she didn't
notice me making these furtive glances towards her, and holding back as if
I was checking out something I had no plan to buy before moving on.  At
times I made sure that I would follow her and then change my direction so
that I was approaching her in the opposite direction.  I'd skip an aisle
and then work my way slowly down the aisle until she overtook me.  All this
little games so that I could keep getting a look at her without it being
obvious that I was following her.  She was just so beautiful that I
couldn't help myself.

   I made sure I joined the line just behind her at the checkout.  That's
the first time I heard her talk.  A soft gentle very English accent. 
Clear, slow, well enunciated upper-middle class but trained to sound on the
verge of upper class as you can get.

   She certainly looked that upper-class but slightly financially
distressed type.  If I say Harrods but now having to buy in Sainsburys
you'll know what I mean.  Well you will if you've ever been to England and
visited Harrods and a Sainsburys.

   She got through the checkout before me and I asked the checkout girl to
please hurry as I had an appointment I needed to keep.  She was great and I
only had about ten items in my trolley so I get through in record time.  I
have found out that if you give people a reason for getting special
treatment they will work as hard as they can to give it to you.

   It was easy to find the mystery woman as she was moving at a casual rate
doing some slow window shopping in the windows of some of the fashion
stores.  She would pause in front of the really exotic and, dare I say,
'exciting' stores.  Places that were nothing like what you might imagine a
lady that looked and sounded like her would stop in front of.

   These were expensive stores where a pair of sexy underwear would cost
about on hundred pounds.  Not the sort of store that you would expect a
sensibly dressed English Rose would be looking at.  I get very intrigued as
I watched her get flushed as she looked at some very sexy stuff that
actually got me thinking about the types of women who would wear that type
of stuff and she certainly didn't fit the bill at all.

   I kept an eye on her and saw her enter a coffee shop and I stayed
outside for a few minutes and then entered.  The place was rather packed
downstairs but it has an upper floor extension as well.  I couldn't see her
on the ground floor so realised that she must have gone upstairs.  I joined
the short line at the cashier and when I got to her I asked if my sister
had already arrived.  She told me that she had no idea who my sister might
be so I gave a description and very quickly she told me that the woman I
was describing had ordered a few minutes ago.  I then asked if she had
ordered her usual decaf latte but was told that she had ordered Earl Grey
tea.  I responded that this seemed strange as that was my usual order, not
hers.  I ordered an Earl Grey tea as well and waited while it was being
prepared.  I then took the tray upstairs.  The place was very busy and
there were very few empty tables and, at first, I couldn't find the lovely
lady but a few more seconds of searching found her right up the back
against the far wall at a table with three chair with only her chair being
occupied.  I walked up to her and very politely asked if I could share her
table.  She looked up at me in surprise and after a short, uncomfortable
pause, said that it would be perfectly alright if I sat at one of the
chairs - but this was only after she had a look around the room as if to
say 'there are other tables you could sit at.'

   I carefully put down my tray and my shopping bag with its few items and
then sat down.  I apologised and told her that I normally sat at the back
away from everyone and close to the wall as I enjoyed my privacy and that
today, with all the customers that her table was the only one at the back
with any spare chairs and that if I was too inconvenient all she had to do
was let me know and I would leave her in peace, of course, just as I knew
she would, she told me that it was perfectly alright for me to stay.  In
fact she added that it would be nice to have someone to talk too for once.

   I told her that was exactly how I was feeling as well.  I also told her
that I often came to the coffee- shop after I finished my shopping so I
could relax and sit around people as I lived alone and often felt a little
left out of what was happening in the world.

   Her ears seemed to cock up at those words and she said that she felt
much the same.  She told me that she also lived alone, which I suggested
surprised me as she looked like a woman who was very happily married.  She
gave a wan smile and said that she had been happily married but was now a
widow.  I really felt sorry for her and told her so.  She told me that she
had been widowed a number of years ago now but still missed her husband a
lot.

   We continued talking for about another thirty minutes during which we
both finished our pots of tea and I asked her if she'd like another cup. 
She said she'd love one but that she couldn't drink two more cups which is
how many come with each pot so I suggested that we share a pot of tea
between us.  I mentioned that I had smelt her tea and knew it to be Earl
Grey and asked her if she would like anther Earl Grey, which was a
favourite of mine or would she like something else.  She said she'd be very
happy to have another of the same.  I left the table and walked downstairs
to order another pot.  Once it was ready I took the tray with the pot and
more milk back upstairs and we sat, talk about nothing much and finished
our second cup of tea.

   I made sure I left first but not before telling her what a lovely time
I'd had talking to her and that, if she was ever here again on a Wednesday
and wanted a talk around the same time that she'd find me at the same
table, if it were free, or at the very least as close to the table as I
could get.  She gave me a lovely gentle eyed smile and said that she had
enjoyed herself as well and she'd keep my invitation in mind.  But I had
seen enough of those gentle eyed smiles to know that they implied, 'I have
enjoyed myself but I won't be back.' Those smiles as so very sad when you
see then because they are almost always made by very sad and lonely people
who are afraid of making friends and then being betrayed or just being
afraid of being betrayed.

   The next week I went back shopping in the same store, didn't see her
there.  Then I went to the coffee shop and ordered an cup of Earl Grey and
then went back upstairs.  She wasn't there.  I stayed and finished the pot
of tea making sure I drank slowly but she never turned up.  The next week I
did the same and she wasn't there that time either.  I thought I'd try one
more time but again she never came.  The following week I just went and did
my shopping and didn't go to the coffee shop.  I just went home instead.  I
kept on going shopping in the store because I had to shop somewhere and the
store was close and I had learnt where everything was and it was, for that
reason, an easy place to get in and get out of quickly.

   A few weeks later, on a Wednesday, I went shopping again and I saw her
in the store buying her groceries.  I was as stunned that second time by
her looks as I had been the first time.  I decided to catch up with her and
say Hello.  So I did just that.  I came up behind her and as she was
stopped looking at something I'm guessing she was interested in buying I
simply said, 'Hello.  I haven't seen you for a while.' She turned around
and looked at me and gave me a genuine smile.  'No you wouldn't have seen
me for at least two weeks as I went to visit one of my daughters for a
fortnight and only got back early this morning.  That's why I shopping.  I
needed to restock.'

   'Would you like a nice cup of tea once you've finished shopping?' I
asked and she gave that lovely smile again and said that she'd love to have
a cup of tea when she was done.  We arranged to meet on the upper floor of
the coffee shop when we were done and the first one there would just wait
for the other to arrive before anyone ordered the tea.

   I was very impatient to look at her face, eyes, skin, hands, all of her
again so I hurried without obviously appearing to hurry and went straight
to the coffee shop, went upstairs and waited.  About ten minutes later she
arrived.  I got to my feet, took her bags off her and placed them on the
table and pulled a chair out for her and pushed it back in as she sat.  She
gave a small laugh when I did that and I asked her after I had taken my
seat why she had given that little laugh.  She told me that it had been
years since she had seen anyone do that for a lady let alone for her.  I
simply told her that a lady like her deserved that sort of courtesy all the
time.  She actually turned a beetroot red with embarrassment.  I told her
that she should not be embarrassed as I meant every word that I had said.
She told me that she knew that's how I truly felt but that it didn't stop
her from feeling a bit embarrassed and shy.

   This second meeting as a pleasurable as the first and we sat there for
much longer this time.  We continued to meet after that every Wednesday
after shopping.  In fact we started to meet before we went shopping so we
could do that together as well as have a cup of tea and a long talk
afterwards.  We started to swap recipes and she wrote out recipes with
shopping lists and I'd do that same for her.  Sometimes the dishes she had
suggested came out really well and at other times not so well.  I told her
all about the good ones and the miserable failures.

   One day when I'd messed up one of her better recipes she asked me if I'd
like to go to her place for dinner and she'd show me how to cook the dish
properly.  I agreed immediately.

   The dinner was set up for the Friday night and we swapped phone numbers
in case something came up, for either of us, that meant one of us wouldn't
be able to attend.  I made sure that nothing came up that could interfere.

   She had given me her home address and it wasn't that far away from where
I was living - certainly within an easy walk.  So Friday afternoon I get
cleaned up, had a close shave, put on a bit of cologne, dressed well but
casually, and made sure I was at the front door on time.  I had, of course,
visited the address the day before so I knew how to find he place and so
that I wouldn't get lost if I tried to get there for the first time on the
Friday itself.  I could just imagine getting lost and turning up about an
hour or more late.  I didn't want that to happen so I made sure I knew
exactly where I was supposed to be going and knew exactly how long it took
to get there.

   I knocked on her dor about three minutes before I was due to arrive.  I
know how nervous some people can get before visitors are due so I always
try to be just a couple of minutes early so that people don't worry if you
don't arrive on time.  A couple of minutes early can help reduce stress a
lot.

   She had done herself proud.  She was dressed beautifully in a simple
skirt and blouse, stockings and low heeled comfortable shoes that matched
the colour of the skirt.  The blouse had a snug fit and for the first time
I saw that she had decent sized breasts and a slim waist.  The coats she
always wore when out shopping made sure that details such as that remained
unseen.

   I leant forward, gently grasped her shoulders, and gave her a gentle
peck on the cheek.  She seemed very surprised but not unhappy or upset.  A
few seconds later she told me that I had surprised her as she hadn't had a
kiss on the cheek, or anywhere for that matter, in a long time and that it
had come as a surprise, but a pleasant surprise.  I was delighted.

   She had prepared one of her recipes that I had been unable to cook at
all well.  We went to the kitchen and all the chopping and cleaning, etc.
had already been done but she took me though it all anyway.  Then she
started to get to the nitty gritty of the cooking and for the next forty
minutes she lead me through everything and to make sure I didn't ever
forget she got me to do the actual cooking myself.  Thank God I can
actually cook rather well otherwise I would have made a real mess of it but
as it was it ended up being a very good evening meal even if I say so
myself.

   After the meal with both cleaned up the table and moved all the dishes
and cutlery into the kitchen ready to be washed.  Sally, that was her name
I had found out during one of our tea breaks, told me to leave the dishes
as she would clean them up after I had gone.  So we went into the living
room and sat down and started to talk about anything and everything as we
always did.

   This night the subject of her kids and husband, for some reason that
neither of us was aware of, became the main topic of conversation.  He had
died of pancreatic cancer and it had been very fast and totally
devastating. The kids had all left home years before and she had ended up
alone and unable to live in the house that they had occupied.  She sold it,
banked a sizable sum of money and had purchased the place that she lived in
now which was much smaller than the original home which was large enough to
accommodate the whole family of mom, dad, and six children.

   She was sixteen and a virgin when she met her husband and had never had
another man.  She said how she had loved him with every fibre of her being
and loved him still and that is why she had never tried to find another man
to fill his place.  I also found out why she was happy to 'entertain' me in
her home if that was the situation.

   Her answer was that she needed to start making friends as she had none
because she hadn't made any effort since her husband had died and she had
moved house.  She also told me how surprised she was with herself for
meeting me for tea, talking about all the things they had talked about,
even private things like she had revealed tonight but she probably did it
because she felt safe because our age differences guaranteed that it would
always be a friendship and nothing more.

   I felt rather stunned as from the very first time I has seen her I had
wanted to bed her and I had felt that we were well on the way when this
bombshell came out of the blue.  I can't remember what else she said for
the next few minutes but then my brain started to work again.

   I decided I had nothing to lose so I just started to talk to her in a
gentle but firm manner.

   I told her that I was lonely, that I lived in this large house all by
myself, that I worked from home and that I was looking for someone to live
with me, look after me, help me decorate the house because it really needed
an update, and generally manage the house and gardens.  That I would
happily pay a few thousand every month as a wage to whoever was willing to
help me with this and did she know of anyone who might be interested?

   She thought for a few minutes and then suggested that maybe one of her
single daughters may be interested but I suggested that I was looking for a
more mature woman who had some experience and understanding of what a man
wanted and needed from a good woman.  I'm not sure I could have made myself
any more obvious than if I had come right out and asked her to share my
bed. I think she slowly did start to gain an understanding of what I may
have been suggesting because she started to give me these sidelong glances
every few seconds.  The looks weren't in any way hostile just questioning
as if she was trying to work out if I actually meant what she was thinking
I meant.

   I then simply said, 'I think that someone like you would be perfect. 
You are an incredible cook and I can vouch for that, you are a wonderful
decorator and can certainly look after a home as your home here attests,
you were married for many years and know what men need in their lives to
feel fulfilled and cared for.  Someone like you would be perfect.  If you
know of anyone who is exactly like you she would be just right.

   Sally seemed totally stunned by what I had just said.  It was as if she
had never seen herself in the way I had just described her.

   There was complete silence for a few minutes.  I broke the ice and asked
if she'd like a cup of tea - if you are of English descent then you know
that tea cures every ailment under the Sun so, of course, she said, 'Yes.'

   I left her in the living room and went to make us both a cup of tea. 
While then water was boiling and I was putting fresh tea leaves into the
pot Sally walked into the kitchen and asked me if the couple of thousand a
month included covering costs.  I said that that money was a salary and
that costs would all be paid for separately.  She then uttered the first
words that suggested she was starting to think of taking on the job
herself. She said, 'A couple of thousand pounds a month would be really
handy if I could arrange to keep getting my pension.' I knew it was a
rhetorical question so I didn't answer directly.  Instead I said that it
would be possible to pay the money in cash or to have it put into any bank
account nominated.  Sally then started to ask quite particular questions
such as how much work needed to be done in the refurbish (a lot), what was
the budget (about one hundred thousand pounds), would the housekeeper have
her own bedroom and washing facilities (Yes and Yes) - however her bedroom
was just across the passage from mine.  When I said a 'woman who knew what
a man wanted and needed' what did I actually mean.  When I heard that
question I knew it was time to come clean.

   I basically said something like the following, 'You were married for
many years and you had six children.  Beyond looking after your home and
your children, beyond feeding your husband, and cleaning his clothes,
beyond being there when he got home and doing the shopping there was
something else that your husband would have required of you at night or in
the mornings before rising.  These are the services I'm talking about.'

   Her hand went to her mouth as her jaw dropped open.  'You want to have
sex with your housekeeper?' My response was, 'If she looks and acts like
you I definitely want to have sex with her.'

   She looked even more surprised and then, for the second time, I saw her
start to blush like a little girl.  'But I'm so much older than you.  Why
would you want to have sex with an old woman?'

   'You're not on old woman!  You are an older beautiful, talented, loving,
lovely, lovable, gorgeous woman and any man would want to have sex with
you. ANY man!'

   She just blushed even more.  Then very quietly she asked, 'Are you sure
you want to have sex with me?'

   'Absolutely.  Ever since I first saw you in the store shopping for
groceries I have wanted you.'

   'You have?'

   'Yes I have.  From the very first moment I have dreamt of you laying in
my arms, of kissing you, of touching you breasts, caressing your naked
stomach, running my hands through your hair, making love to you.'

   By now she was getting very flushed and was starting to breathe a bit
deeper.

   'Do you remember how you pleased your husband?' I asked.

   Sally just nodded and got even more flushed.

   'Tell me what it was you did?'

   'I did whatever he wanted me to do.'

   I was totally stunned.  This was not the type of answer I had expected.

   'Were you happy to do anything he wanted?'

   'Yes.  Completely.  I got my pleasure from giving him pleasure.  I
willingly and happily did whatever he wanted me to do.  Anything at all I
would and did do for his pleasure and the more pleasure he got the more
pleasure I experienced.'

   I had never known a woman like this before in my life.  I had heard of
them but never know one.  I was totally amazed by what it could mean if
Sally and I got into a relationship.  This could be amazing.

   After dinner I needed to go to the bathroom and I was directed down the
passage to a door at the end on the left.  As soon as I entered I noticed
that it was decorated like a little girl would like it decorated.  I didn't
take too much notice of it at the time or draw any obvious conclusions but
later on the reasons became very obvious.

   While I had been away Sally had made a decision and that was to think
about it before deciding on anything.  I agreed and asked her if she'd like
to see my home to help her make her decision?  She thought that would be a
very good idea so before I left we agreed that I would pick her up the next
day and bring her over to have a look.  I seem to remember that we agreed
to meet up at around 10AM.  She loved the house and we discussed what could
be done to make the place more comfortable - I really needed to change the
look and feel because the way it was made me remember too much and that was
making it hard for me to move on.

   We discussed a total repaint, new furniture - I mentioned that I really
love older style furniture such as deep chairs, dark wood, brocade
cushions, etc.  I guess many people would call it Victorian style if there
is such a thing.

   We examined the kitchen, bedrooms, living room, the bathroom and I
introduced her to the boys who she said were lovely.

   In the bathroom I noticed that her behaviour changed quite a lot.  She
started to act and sound like a little girl - I was used to `little girl'
talking and acting because of my experience with mom and sis and knew it
when I saw and heard it.

   I used the time in the bathroom to dig a bit deeper but in a non-obvious
way.  I asked her how she felt in the bathroom and how she felt she could
make it look and feel better.  She suggested that it be made to feel
child-like, innocent, but naughty.  Naughty in what way I asked.

   'Maybe we could put up some pictures of little girls having fun?' she
suggested.

   'OK', I answered, 'So what would the pictures look like?'

   'Little girls with their daddies.  Holding hands, cuddling, kissing,
playing with each other maybe?'

   I started to see where this was heading and decided to leave the details
until later and suggested that she had some very good ideas and that we
could finalise them if she decided to accept the 'job'.

   We went downstairs and I asked if she'd like a cup of tea as I was
getting thirsty and could do with one.  She happily agreed.

   A picture of Sally was starting to evolve in my mind and it encompassed
a mature sensible woman who also had a little girl inside her head who
wanted praise and affection from her father and who looked for a man who
would 'tell' her what he wanted and whatever he wanted she would agree to
do.

   I asked her about some of the things her husband had wanted her to do
from a sexual point of view.  She looked at me with a very questioning look
and I told her that the reason I wanted to know was that if she was to
accept the job I wanted to know what types of sexual activities we might be
able to engage in.  She still had that sceptical look but said that she'd
tell me a few things if I wanted her too.  I said that I'd like that.

   She didn't say anything for a while and just sat there holding her cup
on her lap.

   'He liked watching me having sex with other men.'

   I didn't say anything because I was afraid that she'd stop talking.  I
made sure I didn't look shocked or upset.  I made sure my expression stayed
supportive and caring.

   'He used to like me watching while he had sex with other women.'

   I make a small quite sound that I hoped sounded like I understood.

   'Did you enjoy those things?' I asked.

   She remained silent for a while looking carefully at my face.  I looked
at her and gave her a soft smile.

   'Yes I loved it.' she answered.

   I relaxed because that's what I had hoped to hear.

   'Anything else that you'd be happy to share?' I asked.

   'He had a friend in Southampton docks who loved to watch his wife having
sex with men as well and whenever the American navy boats were in he would
spread the word around the American Negros that there were two women they
could have sex with whenever they wanted.  All they had to do was come and
knock on their door and they would have a woman to use.  This friend would
call us whenever there was a boat visiting and we would go and stay.  As
long as the boat was in dock we, his wife and I, would entertain sailors.
We both loved those times more than anything.'

   'Would you do that again if you had a chance?  I asked.

   'Absolutely!  But who would I go with?' she asked looking at me.

   I simply gave her a smile and tapped my chest.

   Her eyes opened wide and then she gave me this small little girly smile.
I knew we'd had a bit of a breakthrough in our level of understanding.

   'There is something about the bathroom that is important to you.  What
is it?' I asked her.

   Again she was silent and then she said, 'Wait here and I'll call you
when I'm ready.  OK?'

   I agreed and she went upstairs to the bathroom I guess.  I heard the
bath running and sat there wondering what was going through her head but I
restrained myself and just waited.

   About fifteen minutes later she called me to come up to the bathroom.

   I climbed the stairs and entered.  The first thing I saw was Sally
wearing nothing but a towel and a bath full of hot steaming water.

   'Just stand there and I'll undress you and then I want you to get into
the bath.  Is that okay?'

   'Sure.' I responded.

   Keeping the towel around her she came over and slowly removed my
clothes. Once that was done she asked me to step into the bath which I did.

   I got into this hot bath rather slowly as the water was quite hot and I
couldn't just jump in quickly.

   Once I had settled in I looked up and Sally gave me this look as if
asking if I was ready so I nodded that I was.

   She removed the towel and she had a lovely figure.  Largish breasts, not
firm but not saggy, just full, a slim waist, good hips, and legs, long slim
neck and a neat bush with a camel toe.

   She saw me looking at her with a very appreciative expression on my face
and she smiled then she got into the bath with me.  She sat at the other
end facing me.

   We sat there looking at each other for a while.  I just drank in her
beautiful body and I think she was looking at mine.  I didn't look to bad I
don't think.

   But it was what was happening under the water that I think get her
attention quite quickly - I was getting a serious erection.

   It was obvious to me that she was looking at my ever hardening cock and
I sat there, not moving, waiting to see what would happen.  Remember this
was her show - not mine.

   She asked me to move my legs so that they lay outside of hers and she
moved herself in as close as she could by sliding herself forward towards
me.

   She was acting like this little girl all the time and then she asked me
'Daddy!  Do you want me to play with you?'

   I just nodded my head and with that she reached out and started to play
with my cock.

   She slowly started to masturbate me - very slowly.

   It felt lovely in the hot water.  Her hands were soft, gentle, but just
firm enough to feel incredible.

   'Does that feel nice Daddy.' she asked.

   I let out a strangled 'Yes.' and she gave a lovely little laugh.

   She didn't stop until I came in the bath.

   'Was that nice Daddy?' she asked and I told her that it was amazing.

   She gave this little laugh that I found very appealing coming from a
mature woman.  I'm guessing my reaction had to do with the fact that I was
dealing with a little girl who, at the time, inhabited a woman's body.  It
turned me on.

   I asked her if I could suggest something and she asked me if it was
'naughty'.  I told her it was.

   I climbed out of the bath and asked her to do the same.  I then asked
her to kneel with her back against the wall and her head resting against
the wall as well.  She did as I asked and remained kneeling looking into my
eyes.  I had regained my erection and I walked up close to her with my hard
cock only a few inches from her face and told her to open her mouth.

   She did as I asked and I told her I was now going to fuck her mouth and
she was to swallow when I came.  She opened her mouth and I moved forward
and guided my cock into her mouth and started to fuck it using long slow
firm deep strokes.

   She didn't gag or try to pull away as many women I had face fucked in
the past had done.  She just grabbed my cock with both her hands and
started to suck in time with my strokes.

   It felt amazing.  I would look down and she was watching me and she'd
look into my eyes whenever I looked at her.  I could see the grin on her
face whenever I looked.  I started to approach my orgasm and I pushed my
cock deeper into her mouth and started to throat fuck her.  She kept going,
not gagging at this either.  As I started to cum I grabbed her head and
forced by cock deep into her mouth as deep as I could and held myself tight
against her lips as I came down her throat.

   I continued to make these small thrust while I was cuming - it felt
wonderful - and only pulled out once I'd finished.  She had cum dripping
down her chin although I had felt her swallowing.

   She finished swallowing while catching her breath at the same time and
then moved her mouth forward and licked the last few drops of cum of the
head of my softening cock.

   'That as incredible.' she said.  'Did you like it?'

   'Very much.' I replied, 'and I'm very glad you liked it as well.'

   She gave me that little smile again.

   'Now I want to watch you cum so I have a special treat for you.'

   'I came while you were fucking my mouth.  Just so you know.' she said.

   'Well I want to be able to watch you this time and actually watch you
cum.'

   'Just like Phillip, my husband, used to do.'

   'I guess so.'

   I told her to sit on the edge of the toilet and push her pelvis forward
so that her cunt sat over the edge.  I then kneeled in front of her and
opened her legs.  Her cunt was soaked, engorged, and bright red and her
cunt lips were open and I could see a little way up inside her.

   She had a largish clit and it was swollen as well.  I touched it and she
gave a little shudder.

   'How sensitive is your clit?'

   'Very.'

   'Good.'

   I started to masturbate her clit slowly but with a bit of pressure.  She
got a pained expression on her face and started to turn red in the face. 
Her hips tilted up towards my fingers and she started to roll her hips in
time with my finger.

   It wasn't very long before she started to cum so I stopped rubbing her
clit and she gave me this really little girl look that suggested she wasn't
happy.  I believe she even pouted a bit.

   'What's wrong.', I asked.

   'I want to cum more.'

   'Be patient.'

   I called out for the boys and they arrived very quickly as they had just
been outside the bathroom door.  Waiting for just such a call I'm sure.

   Sally seemed surprised when they all crowded into the bathroom but she
calmed down when they sat looking at her with, what looked like a smile, on
their faces.

   'Are you sure you're okay with doing anything I want?'

   She looked at the big dogs sitting looking at her and then looked at me
with a questioning look on her face.

   I just nodded my head and pointed my chin in the direction of the dogs
and then at her.  She understood what I was suggesting straight away.

   'Do you like to watch that?', she asked and I just nodded.

   She looked back at me and just nodded herself.

   I moved close to her and told Grandpa to stand and move closer to
Sally's crutch and have a sniff.  He did that and started to get even more
excited than he was.  From where I had been standing I could see that the
boys were each sporting erections but Sal couldn't.

   As soon as Grandpa's erection was in full bloom I turned him side on to
Sally and told her to look at his erect cock.  She just gasped and her eyes
opened wide.  She even put her hand to her mouth with a look of disbelief
on her face.  Her reaction actually reminded me of sis's reaction when she
first saw my erect cock.  That look turned me on given that I knew what was
going to happen.

   'That's too big.  It will never fit inside me.'

   'It's not too big.  Trust me.  You'll be able to handle that cock and
will learn to love it.'

   I signalled Grandpa to mount and he did.  Sal was still a bit worried as
she went to close her legs so Grandpa couldn't get too close to her cunt.

   'Stop that.' I said with a forceful voice and she looked at me as if
she'd been told off and opened her legs wider.

   I motioned Grandpa to move forward again and he placed his forelegs up
on Sal's chest, I told her to grab hold of them so that he didn't scratch
her, and then caught hold of his hard cock and guided it to the entrance of
Sal's cunt.  I kept control as Sal's was starting to get worried again.

   I told her that I was going to make sure that he entered her slowly and
if it got too much she only needed to tell me and I'd stop it.

   I let Grandpa enter her slowly but as I was doing this Sal asked me
again if I was sure I wanted to watch this happen to her.  I told her I did
and she seemed to relax a bit.

   Slowly I let Grandpa enter her.  Every now and again Sal would ask me to
stop Grandpa from entering her and then she'd ask me to keep going.

   I had regained my erection and I noticed Sal looking at my pre-cum
leaking cock.  I guess the evidence of my erect cock was enough to convince
her that what was happening did excite me - a lot in fact.

   Before all of Grandpa's cock had entered Sal's pussy his knot had
started to swell.  I knew that this would never get inside Sal's cunt.  I
told her what was happening and that this would make sure that only about
two thirds of his cock would be able to enter her.

   'You mean there's even more than what's already inside?'

   'Yes.  A lot more.'

   'Oh God.  I'm not sure I can take much more.'

   'You'll be fine.  I'll keep feeding him in slowly and if it does get too
much I'll stop him.'

   Over about ten or so minutes I slowly continued to let Grandpa push his
cock deeper into her cunt.

   She started to shake.  I mean really shake.  Her whole body was shaking
as if she had tremors.  She also started to pant deeply.  I realised that
she was cuming and it wasn't stopping.

   When I realised this I let Grandpa have his head and go for it.

   He started to fuck Sal as a dog that hasn't had a cum for months can.

   Within a few second Sal started to moan as well as shaking all over. 
She grabbed Grandpa around the shoulders and stared to hump him back cuming
all the time.  Her orgasm never stopped.  She was being held deep in a
place where all she could feel was total ecstasy and I knew she'd feel that
way as long as she was being fucked.

   Grandpa came and pulled away.  Sal was still cuming like mad so I called
the next dog forward to have a fuck and he mounted her easily and started
to screw her hard.

   Sal never missed a beat and kept having her orgasm.

   However, now she had a cock as deep as it could go and with a knot
swelling inside her - something she'd probably never had before.  I was a
bit concerned as I realised that I may have to control everything as he
started to pull his cock out after he'd cum.  But I needed have worried as
she went even crazier when she felt the knot expanding and just collapsed
when the knot was pulled out while still swollen.  I mean she actually fell
off the toilet seat still trembling and cuming.

   I picked her up and sat her back down on the seat.  Positioned her
correctly and brought the last dog forward.  That went as well as the
others and he finished within a few minutes and pulled his knot out quite
easily as well.

   The boys disappeared, probably going downstairs, to lick their cocks. 
Sal spent about twenty minutes recovering from the experience.

   But before she came right back down I knelt in front of her and started
to fuck her myself.

   She knew that it was me because she put her arms around my neck and
whispered into my ear how wonderful it had felt and that she loved me
inside her.  She started to cum again but not as powerfully as when the
boys were having her.  I came after a few minutes which is understandable
given how excited I was.

   By this time the bath water was cold so I ran another hot bath and once
it was full helped her in and I followed her.  I continued to wait until
she was ready to talk and then I told her how incredible it had been to
watch her getting fucked by the dogs and that it had got me so horny that I
had to fuck her after they had finished because if I hadn't I would have
exploded.

   She asked me if that was how I really felt and I told her it was.

   She then asked me if I'd like for that to happen in the future and I
told her that I did.  She gave me that little girl smile again and said
that she'd like it as well.  In fact she said she'd like it a lot and that
she'd never had an orgasm like that before in her life.

   She then asked me if the dogs had been trained because they seemed to
know what they were doing.  I told her that they had been specially trained
to have sex with women and that I'd tell her the whole story some other
time.

   While we had been speaking I had started to get another erection and she
saw this.  She looked up at me and, in her little girl voice, asked me if
I'd like 'my little girl to take care of it?'

   I gave her a small laugh and told her that I would.

   She asked me to stand in the bath and back towards that taps so I did. I
realised why she wanted me at the tap end.  It's because you can actually
stand up straight because the side of the bath goes up straight rather than
slopes like it does at the other end.  So I was standing upright and she
ended up on her knees with my cock in her mouth for the second time that
day.  I didn't face fuck her as she was deep throating me.  It was amazing.
To know your cock is fucking a throat is incredible.  They are tight,
slippery, the throat muscles ripple up and down and milk your cock - truly
amazing.

   She moved in and told her children that she would he housekeeping for a
man who also needed his house refitted.  They seemed a bit concerned but
once they had met me and we had talked they calmed down.  I believe, and
later it was confirmed, that they thought their mother was going to be
having sex with some man around her own age but our age difference made
then believe that wouldn't happen.  As you know, that's not what was
happening.

   Both our lives changed dramatically after she moved in.  It was as if my
old life with sis had returned but with another woman instead.  We ended up
making contact with the couple in Southampton and we went down there
regularly.

   The other husband and I would sit and watch the women getting fucked by
these American Negroes and we loved it.  Each woman had her own room to
`entertain' their guests and we'd move from room to room to watch.  We'd
normally stay and watch the guy with the largest cock and there were a lot
of men with very impressive equipment.  These events would mostly last
between 2 - 5 days and the women would fall into bed at the end of the day
totally exhausted but incredibly happy.  But, of course, the sex didn't end
there because both him and I would be horny as heck as well so we'd start
to fuck them in our beds as well.  We would also get a few in during the
day whenever the pressure got too much.

   Most often a group of sailors would turn up, it was rarely a man on his
own.  So occasionally there would be gang bangs with 3 or 5 guys going at
one of the women at the same time.

   We always took the dogs with us and managed to encourage the other lady
to get to know the dogs - she really loved having them fuck her as well. 
After a few trips we started to offer doggie sex shows to the sailors. 
They liked that and after the dogs had finished the sailors seemed to be
even more excited than usual and they lasted a lot longer with many more of
them coming back for seconds and thirds.

   What surprised me is that no one ever told the authorities.  I found out
why one day when I asked one of the sailors we'd got to know a bit better
than most because he really got off on watching the women getting fucked as
well.  I asked him why we'd never had a while sailor turn up at the door.
Surely the word had got around?  He told me that none of the Black sailors
would ever talk about what was happening to any of the white sailors. 
These women were for them and not for the whities.  I also mentioned that I
was surprised that we'd never been visited by anyone from the Police.  He
basically repeated what he'd said about the whities - we don't talk to the
cops.  It just never happens so you're okay.

   I passed that bit of information around at the end of the day and we all
felt a lot better.

   We ended up with a few friends who were all a bit on the kinky side when
it came to sex - we found them online and they all lived within about a 30
minute drive of where we lived.  We would visit and have drinks and dinners
at each other places.  Sometimes we'd swap partners but not that often. 
Sal seemed to be very popular and I think that's because a lot of men have
a fetish about older women but they have to be sexy, beautiful, and very
loving and caring (a mother figure I'm guessing) and Sal was all of these
so she was in high demand from the men we knew.  I was happy if I could
watch and that's how it worked out.  Most often I would watch Sal being
fucked in the cunt, arse, or mouth and I loved it as did she because she
knew I was enjoying myself.  She also knew that the dogs and I would fuck
her brains out after we got home.

   It took a while before we were brave enough to let the others in the
group about the dogs but a number of them were happy to see what it was all
about so one day were invited them all around for a barbeque and afterwards
gave a show of our own.

   Most of the men were more than happy to watch their wives get fucked by
the dogs so we arranged that by having Sal give a show first.  That went
off very well and then the men started to try and convince their women to
have a try.  We ended up with two other women trying, very carefully, to
get fucked.  With Sally's help these worked out well and then a couple more
women wanted to try.  By the end of the day most, but not all, of the woman
had been fucked and had loved it.

   The men were watching intently and most of them either had their cocks
in their hands or were rubbing their crutches like mad.  I don't think
there was a single man who hadn't cum about three or more times over the
evening.

   The `boys' became a popular part of our `party nights' in Southampton.
One day I asked Sal about her earliest memories of sex and she told me the
following.

   She lived with her mom and dad and was an only child and they were a
very happy family.  She attended the local school and her mom was a stay at
home mother who would walk her to school every morning, arrive at school at
lunch time to be with her and would walk to school to walk home with her
after school.  Her father worked in the local bank as the manager and her
father was important in the small town they lived in.

   The house was rather small, having only three bedrooms, and a single
living room, but it was two storey and comfortably furnished.  Her bedroom
has an ajoining wall with the bathroom and the third bedrom had been
converted into a sewing and general rom for her mother.  Most evenings were
spent listening to the radio or watching the small Black and White TV.  On
rare occasions there would be a dinner party at their home and she was
expected to be bathed, in pajamas and ready to go to bed before any of the
guests arrived.

   Sal had a wardrobe that was built into her bedroom wall - the wall that
seperated her room from the bathroom.

   She said that she had always heard noises at night coming from the
bathroom through her wall and had wondered what they were but she didn't
discover what caused the noise until one day when she crawled into her
wardrobe and found a small hole at the back that came out just under the
washbasin in the bathroom and looked out over the bath - the toilet seat
was just to the left of the basin so she could see the front-right side but
that was all.

   The next time she was in her room at night and the noises started she
snuck into the wardrobe and had a look.  She noticed that her mom and dad
were both standing in the bath, they were naked, that her mom was pushed up
against the far wall with her chest against the wall and her father was
behind her mother pushing his bottom towards her mother in short sharp
thrusts.  Her father was groaning and her mother was whimpering she said.

   Her mother started to pant quite loudly and her fathers thrusts got a
lot faster and then he pushed himself hard against her mother and just
shivered is how Sal described it.  While her father was shivering her
mother was also shaking and groaning.  Her mother finally stopped and her
father pulled himself away from her mother and turned to face Sal.  She
said that was the first time she had seen a man's genitals and she was
curious rather than appauled.  Her mother then came into view and she had
her face pressed up against the wall, her backside pushed backwards so far
that Sal could see her arsehole and her vaginal lips with sperm leaking out
- she didn't know what any of it was at the time.

   Sal told me that she loved her mother and father very much and that they
were very good with her.  She also said that she believed that she was very
spoilt as she had a lot of friends, had parties with her girlfriends from
school quite often, and was always showered with presents at birthdays and
Christmas.

   After she had seen her mother and father having sex she would go back
into the wardrobe to watch what was happening whenever she heard them
making thier noises.  She said that she was very interested in what was
happening and it would excite her but she didn't know why.  One day she
watched her mother suck her fathers cock and this really came as a
surprise. She couldn't stop thinking about it and finally she asked her
mother why she 'sucked Daddy's thing?'

   Apparantely her mother either pretended not to understand or really
failed to understand the question.  She asked Sal what she was talking
about and Sal, totally innocently, said, 'You know!  Why did you suck the
thing that hangs between Daddy's legs.  The thing he shoots cream from?'

   She said that her mother was completely taken aback and couldn't respond
for a long time.  When she was able to speak she asked Sal how she knew
that she did this.  Sal told her about the hole at the back of her wardrobe
and that she'd been watching them play for a while.  Her mother asked if
Sal would show her the hole and she did.  She took her mother to the
wardrobe and showed she the hole which her mother looked through.  She then
took her into the bathroom and showed her where it came through under the
washbasin.

   Her mother then sat on Sal's bed and asked her to sit next to her.  Sal
told me that her mother tried to explain why Sal's mother and father did
those things in the bathroom.  She explained it by saying that they played
the games because they both enjoyed it and that when Sally grew up she'd
play the same games with her husband as well.  Also she told Sally that you
did this to 'Make a baby'.

   Sal said that she was completely happy with this exlaination and that
her curiosity had been satisfied by her mothers response to her question
the only question she still had was, 'How does it feel when it feels good?'
She said her mother told her that she'd find out when she got married and
had a husband.

   Sal asked her mother if it was alright if she kept looking whenever her
mother and father played in the bathroom?  Her mother told her that would
be fine but that, although Sal didn't know it they also played a lot in
their own bedroom and would Sal like to watch them playing there as well?

   Sal told her mother that she'd love to watch then in their bedroom as
well.  Sal's mother then, with Sal, went into her sewing room, where a
wardrobe backed onto the wall seperating the master bedroom from the sewing
room.  They also went into the master bedroom, that Sal was not allowed to
enter by herself and found a place where a hole through the wall would
remain unnoticed by someone in the master bedroom.  Sal's mother then
punched a small, but decent sized, hole through the wall for Sal to use.

   I remember being totally amazed by what I was hearing.  I couldn't
imagine a mother allowing any such thing.  Not only allowing but helping a
daughter to watch her parents have sex was incomprehensible to me.

   Sal and her mother set up a system of signals for when her mother and
father were going to have sex in their bedroom so that Sal knew to listen
out for the right noises so she could sneak into the sewing room and look
through the hole in the wall.

   Her mother, apparently, really started to make a lot more noise while
she was having sex after she became aware that Sal was watching.  Sal also
said that her parents started to have sex a lot more often as well.

   Mother and daughter would also talk about what was happening.  Sal would
ask her mother questions about what she'd seen and her mother started to
become a lot more sexually adventurous and started to 'perform' for Sal. 
She said that her mother always made sure that Sal had a very good view of
what was happening and that she could see 'everything.'

   Her mother asked her if she had noticed that her father was a lot
happier lately and when Sal said that she had her mother told her that is
was because her and her father were having more and lot's of different
types of sex.  Her mother also said that it was very important for a wife
to make sure her husband was as happy as she could make him.  She kept on
telli gher that she needed to make sure that her husband was happy and
thatn the best way to do that was to make sure there was a lot of sex - as
much sex as her husband wanted and however he wanted it.

   Sal said she understood how important what her mother had told her was
when she realised how much happier all three of them were since she and her
mother had started thier 'talks'.

   After a few months, Sal was now about nine years old, her mother asked
Sal if she'd like to know how it felt when she and her father played their
games?  Sal said she'd love to know what feels like.  Her mother also had
asked right at the start if Sal felt anything when she watched her mother
and father when they played?  Sal had told her about how excited it made
her feel to watch.

   Sal's mother told her about masturbation and also demonstrated how it
was done.  She helped Sal learn how to masturbate herself to orgasm.  Afew
days after Sal was successfully bringing herself to orgasm by masturbating
her mother told her that she had heard her gasping as she had a cum behind
the wall of the bathroom and to be a bit quieter or her father would hear.
Sal was more careful after that.

   Sal watched her father have oral, vaginal, and anal sex with her mother.
She watched her mother suck her father and masturabe her as weel.  She saw
her father masturbate himself and her mother do the same.  She watched as
her mother fucked herself with a dildo while her father fucked her mouth,
arse, or masturbated while she pushed the dark wooden dildo deep inside
herself - her mother showee her the thing when she asked.

   Although Sal had seem her parents have sex and had seen her fathers
penis pushed deep into her mother she hadn't asked if she could push her
fingers into herself but she did ask her mother if she could try to use the
dildo.  Her mother wouldn't let her.  She told her she needed to wait until
she was married.

   Another thing that had been happening all the time while her parents
were having sex was her mother kept on asking her father if he liked what
she was doing.  Sal told me that her mother would ask things like, 'Do you
like it when I ...', 'What would you like me to do now?', 'Would you like
me to ...', 'What would you like to do to me...' Her mother was always
trying to discover what Sal's father wanted sexually.  It was obvious to me
that here was a clue why Sal seemed to care so much about what her men
wanted.  Her mother had been her model of how to behave, from a sexual
point of view, with her men.

   I asked her if her mother's advice had ever caused her any problems or
if she thought her exposure to sex at such an early age had caused her any
problem?  She said that the only problem she had ever had with any man
she,d been with was that many of then were far less sexual than she was and
couldn't keep up with her in the long term.  All her relationship failures
had been with men who were not as excited by the different opportunities
that sex could offer or had libido's weaker than hers.

   Life, she said, continued much the same for the next couple of years
with her watching her parents having sex and discussing anything she wanted
to discuss with her mother.  Her mother would answer any questions she had
and let her know, when she knew that she and Sal's father were going to
have sex so she could watch.  over this time her libido increased a lot and
she would masturbate about eight to ten times a day.

   When she was thirteen her mother started to suffer from the early stages
of Multiple Sclerosis and, slowly, over the next few years became immobile
and incapacitated.  When Sal was about fiften her mother asked her if she
would be happy to help the family by taking over her mothers role as
caretaker.  Sal agreed.  She droped out of school and took over her mothers
household duties.  About six months later her mother told her that her
father was suffering more and more from a lack of sex and that Sal should
also take over her mothers role there as well.  Her mother told Sal to
remember how importan sex was to a man and that if her father couldn't get
the releif that he needed then he would leave then and go and find another
woman and the only way that could be stopped was if he could get the sex he
needed at home.

   Sal said that she didn't have any problems with the idea but wasn't sure
how to start the ball rolling.  Her mother suggested that Sal could start
by wearing more revealing clothes at home, by accidentally going into the
bathroom while her father was in there naked and putting him at his ease by
sugesting that she wasn't embarrassed even if he said or seemed to be.  She
suggested that she could lay on the couch in the living room and masturbate
herself when she knew her father would be coming home and make sure he saw
her, that she could make sure he heard her when she was having an orgasm so
that he'd know exactly what was happening, that she could start to ask him
questions about sex - what is oral sex because you'd heard some of the
girls talking about it, what does an orgasm feel like for a man and was it
the same as what she felt when she mastrubated?  Let him know that she
realised that he was no longer having sex with her mother and that she
would really like to help him because she knows how important it is for a
man.  If all that fails then just tell him that she's been watchi g him and
her mother having sex for the last six years and thather mother has know
about it all that time and that is was her mother that suggested Sal have
sex with him and if that didn't work nothing would.

   Sal decided to do it her own way - she said that one day when she knew
her father was in the bath she went in completely naked and just got into
the bath with him.  She said he was very shocked but couldn't take his eyes
off her body.  She sat in the bath facing him and looked him in the eye,
picked up the soap and handed it to him, turned her back to him and asked
if he'd soap her back.  She had noticed that her parents sexual sessions in
the bath room often started in that same way.  Her father, she said, at
first did nothing and then slowly stared to wash her back for her.  But
that all'he did.  Normally he would reach around and start to play with her
mothers breasts but it didn't happen so she made the first move.  She
reached back with one of her hands and frasped her father flaccid cock.  He
gave out this shocked sound and tried to pull Sal's hand off but she asked
him to let her hold it and that she'd like him to play with her breasts
because she needed to have an orgasm and mastrubating herself wasn't enough
any more.  At first he didn't do anything but Sal said that his penis
started to get hard.

   She said that her father was very gentle with her when he discovered she
was a virgin.  He was a patient and caring lover and she found that he was
incredible in bed and could give her amazing orgasms time and time again
and the only time she masturbated while they were having sex was when he
wanted to watch her.  She also took over the dildo and would use it one
herself when her father wanted her too.  She also told me that she used it
on her mother when her mother asked her to.  Apparently occassionally her
mother wanted to orgasm but she never allowed her husband to have sex with
her once Sal had taken over that role as she believed it may cause problems
if her husband felt that he should be having sex with her rather than his
daughter.

   He did say that he and Sal shouldn't have sex because he was married to
her mother and it wasn't right.  Sal was ready for something like that and
told him that it was her mothers idea that she do this to keep the family
together and that she really wanted to do it for them all - including
herself.  That was the last time she had any arguments from her father. 
She also used to tell her mother all the things that she and her father
did. Her mother loved to hear about the sex her husband and Sal would to
have.  Sal also continued to talk the way her mother did when she was
having sex with her husband.  Sal would ask her father if he liked what she
was doing, Did he want her to do anything for him?  'Would he like her too
...'.  She told me that her father used to tell her that she was very like
her mother and that always made Sal smile when he said that.

   Sal's mother died a few years later, Sal found a job soon after and her
father ended up marrying a woman that worked for him in the bank -
apparently it didn't work out very well because she had very little
interest in sex.  A few years after that Sal found a very compatible man of
her own.

   We visited Sal's children on a semi-regular basis - she went alone
mostly and on very rare occasions one or more of them would come to visit
us.  We certainly had the room for them - not all at once but more than one
or two of them and their partners and/or children.

   It all came unstuck one day when we thought that the visitors were out
of the house.  In fact most of them were but one of her daughters was
having a nap while Sal and I and the boys took advantage of what we thought
was an empty house after four days with no sex.  The daughter actually
caught us in the bathroom while her mother was being fucked by one of the
dogs.  I guess we were either making too much noise or she needed to have a
pee.

   That spelt the end of our relationship as her children, in effect, drove
down and bundled mom up and drove off with her.

   We managed to have a few talks on the phone but it was hard as her
children were `guarding' her all the time.  She told me that she couldn't
ever come back and she had to ask for her children's forgiveness and work
to regain their trust.  I'm not sure that ever happened but I hope, for her
sake, it did.

   About four years after sis died and 4 - 5 months after Sally had moved
back to her old house I discovered that a really close friend back in
Australia had had a very serious stroke and that was another blow.  Too
much death (mom and sis) and sadness (friend and his stroke, my marriage
break up, older sis, etc.) around you makes you start to think of your own
mortality and impending death - that's not a good place to be for anyone.

   I had been keeping in contact with him and his wife using Skype for
voice conversation and email and Facebook to keep in touch.  We hadn't been
talking very much at all.  Just now and again a message or a voice call to
make sure we kept in touch but with his stroke communication between his
wife and I had grown significantly.

   She talked to me about him a lot and how his incapacity was affecting
her sense of self and her confidence.  She told me she was always tired. 
Dead tired and with an inability to deal with things that had never been a
serious issue for her before.  He was slowly recovering but it was very
slow.  He was on lots of medication to thin his blood because the stroke
had been caused by a lining on the arteries in his neck being coated by a
form of plaque that had cracked off and entered his brain and clogged some
of the blood vessels there.  This blocking of blood vessels had caused the
stroke.  They had also put him on blood thinners to try and, very slowly,
dissolve the plaque safely.  It worked, like everything else, very slowly.
He had ended up with double vision but slowly that went away.  He had been
banned from driving as well - as you can imagine given his double vision.
But about 6 months later he had another blockage and it killed him.

   His wife, as you can imagine was totally overcome.  She was English and
had a sister over here.  Her sister went over to keep her company for as
long as she could and I flew over for the funeral.  It was a very sad
affair as you can imagine.  Who wants to have to attend the funerals of
friends and loved ones on such a regular basis.  But, I guess, as you get
older you have to expect parents, friends, brothers and sisters, aunts and
uncles to start to die.  Not a nice thought but we're all aging and if you
get old enough you have to expect your contemporaries to disappear. 
However, this reality doesn't make it any the easier to bear.

   It's amazing how small a coffin is.  He had been a fit and very active
man but the coffin looked like it was only large enough to hold a child. 
I've found that all coffins look too small to hold the people I know to be
encased in them.  I think seeing those tiny coffins is the saddest part of
someone life.  This is what we all end up like - either burnt to a cinder
or buried in a small wooden box.

   She looked lovely and so did her sister who was also there.  There was
also about 80 people I suspected it would be very sad and it was sad as he
had been a really nice, supportive and honest guy.  I mean, genuinely so.
There aren't that many truly lovely people that you will meet in your life
but he and his wife were two of the few I have known.  I stayed on for a
few more days to see the wife and hold her hand and tell her how much I
missed him and hoped that she'd be okay.  She assured me that everything
would be alright for now and that she'd take her time to sort everything
out before she made any drastic decisions.

   We continued a rather sad and infrequent contact.  Me in Southampton and
her in Australia.  But about 3 months later I received a message from her
to tell me that she had decided to sell up in Australia and to return home
to England.  She was going to buy a place close to her sister about 20
miles from Southampton in Upper Clatford near Andover.  I lived close to
Bedford Avenue over the Itchen toll Bridge - in sis's old place so it was
going to be an easy trip to see each other.

   We started to communicate a lot more regularly and I dropped around to
see her place once she had moved in about two months after I received the
email telling me she was headed home to England.

   The place she bought was a really lovely thatched English country
cottage.  Three bedrooms but one was going to become her office and with
really nice English country flower garden.  It was really something. 
Anyway, we met up every now and again.  We went out to dinner, visited nice
places, walked through the malls in Southampton down by the old docks. 
There is an enourmous shopping mall down there with all sorts of shops -
especially fashion - women's fashion which she loved to visit and I used to
just sit there while she would scour the hangers trying to find some
clothes that fit her and that she liked.  She was short, about 5' 4", very
slim with small breasts, long prematurely grey hair and absolutely not my
type but very beautiful for all that.  She also had the most lovely soft
voice, a great sense of humour and sweet as sweet.

   Our talks became a lot more personal.  I would talk about being alone
and she would do much the same.  She said she missed the intimacy of having
someone to give her cuddles, and hold her hand, and keep the bed warm at
night.  I would think the same things as she was.  I took to holding her
hand when we walked and I think she liked that - I know I did.

   One day she really opened up and told me that she missed having sex. 
She hadn't had an orgasm for months and months - probably over two to three
years in fact.  She and her husband had stopped as soon as he had his
stroke and they never had a chance to have sex again.

   I admitted to the same thing.  I was really starting to fall for her and
I found out a while later she was falling for me.

   I reach a stage where I wanted her as a partner but I wasn't going to go
back to a vanilla relationship as I had with my ex-wife.  I was over having
a life of unsatisfied sexual wants and needs.  I knew what I needed and
even though she was incredible in every way I needed to make sure she would
fit the bill sexually.  I decided to make her an offer to move in together
but that we'd need to have an open and honest talk first.  So the next time
we met up at her place I told her that I wanted to have a talk with her
about something I thought was important.  She agreed so we sat at her
dining table and I opened up to her.

   I told her that I had always thought she was incredibly beautiful and
that I had never told her before out of love and respect for her husband
but that now she was free and because I thought that we would work together
really well, that I thought she was totally amazing and wonderful I was
wondering if she was ready to think about us getting a bit more serious and
seeing if we could work as a couple.

   She just reached across the dining table and held my hands in hers and
told me that she had been thinking the same thing and that she was very
glad that I had broached the subject because she was going to have to do it
herself very soon if I hadn't.  That made me feel really good and I relaxed
with an incredible sense of relief.

   But I still had a problem as I knew that she would probably not be
interested in going where I wanted to go in the sexual aspects of our
possible relationship.  But `Nothing ventured - Nothing gained' - so I've
heard.  I told her that before we went any further that she needed to know
a bit more about me and that I needed to tell her what I thought she needed
to know before she actually agreed to continue down the relationship track.

   I suggested that we meet up at my place the coming weekend and we'd have
a long discussion if she still felt that she wanted to see if we could work
together as a couple.  I wanted her to think about the whole idea before I
revealed everything to her.  Maybe she'd back out before I could tell her
everything and then she'd never have to know.  But there she was on
Saturday morning early - about 7:30AM to be exact.  Mind you I had woken up
very early as well and was looking forward to seeing her so I was well and
truly ready when she knocked on the front door.

   I made her breakfast and a cup of tea and we retired to the living room.
I showed her to the couch and I sat facing her in an easy chair.  I opened
the conversation by letting her know that there were some things she needed
to know about me that might make her think again about starting a
relationship with me.  She gave me this questioning look and asked me to
explain.  So I started at the beginning with my nanny as a very young child
and except for bathroom breaks I didn't stop for about 3 hours.  I told her
everything right up until that very moment.  All about sis, mom, the ex,
Indian, the long nippled woman and everything I had learnt to love from a
sexual point of view.  She never seemed to get scared or disgusted or
offended.  She just sat there and listened with a lot of apparent interest.
All this time the dogs had been in the room laying about the place.

   When I'd finished I looked at her and just said, "Well?"

   She looked at me for a while and then she asked me if the dogs were the
same ones I had mentioned in my evolving story and I said that they were
not the same dogs but that they were named after three of them - Grandpa,
Bear and Brutus.

   She just sat there for a few more moments and then stood up - I thought
to walk out.  She walked into the kitchen and returned with a tea towel and
sat back down then she called one of the dogs over, I can't remember which
one as I was totally confused by now.

   She reached under the dog and started to play with his cock.  I was
stunned as you can imagine.  Within a few seconds she was masturbating this
massive erect doggy cock and within a minute she was collecting wads of
doggy cum in the tea towel.  Throughout this display she hadn't even
bothered to look at me.

   Next she stood up and attracted the attention of a second one.  He was
already erect because he, as can be expected, remembered all he needed to
remember about sex with a woman.  She stood up, lifted her dress and pulled
down her panties and let them drop on the ground.  Then she sat back down
with her backside hanging over the edge of the settee, opened her legs and
patted her exposed cunt.  The dog walked closer and buried his snout into
her crutch and started to tongue her cunt.

   By this time I'd got the general idea - she was totally okay with
everything and wanted to get into the game.  I was totally amazed and
gratified.  I had a new loving, sexy, and totally horny partner.

   It took about 15 minutes for her to go through about 5 or 6 orgasms
cuming on the doggy tongue and from the scratching of his fur.  Finally she
pushed him away because she couldn't take any more.

   Then she turned and looked at me and simply said, "Do you want me to do
all three?" I just gulped because the one left, although not the original
Brutus also had a massive horse sized cock and I wasn't sure she could
handle Brutus.  But I wasn't able to actually speak and just nodded.

   She called Brutus over and his cock was sticking all the way out and she
could see it and see how long and thick it was.  I noticed she got this
scared look on her face when she realised what she had got herself into but
she didn't stop calling him over.  Brutus wasn't slow in getting in
position.  He raised himself up, placed one leg either side of her waist
and started to try and find the entrance to her cunt.  She reached under
Brutus's chest and grabbed a hold of the top of his cock and moved it to
her cunt entrance and Brutus was pumping his hips like crazy trying to get
it home.  But it wouldn't go in - she was just too small or, should I say,
`He was just too big'.

   She looked up at me sitting and staring from the other side of the room
as I was rubbing my hard on and said, "I need your help.  He's too big and
I can't get it in.  Please help me."

   I got up and sat down next to Brutus and her knee so I could grab hold
of him and stop his thrusting.  Once he'd calmed down a bit I suggested
that she hold herself open and I would slowly feed Brutus's cock into her.
So that's what we did.

   She opened her legs as wide as she could and pulled her pussy lips open
and also pushed her fingers into the entrance of her cunt so she could hold
that open as well and I slowly, keeping control of Brutus, moved him
forward and aimed his cock at her open cunt.

   Brutus started to hump as soon as the tip of his cock got about an inch
into that warm passage and I had to stop him again.

   At soon as she felt the tip of his cock enter her she removed her hand
and let her cunt close around the hot cock.

   Did you know that a dog's cock is hotter that a humans as a dogs blood
temperature is also higher than a humans?  That cock would have felt like a
hot poker had starting to bury itself inside her.

   I had to stop him from thrusting again and held him motionless.  Then I
said that she should let me know when she was ready for more.  She said
that I could let a bit more enter her but to be ready to stop when she
asked me to.  I said I would control Brutus and she didn't need to worry.

   Slowly I let more of Brutus's cock enter her.  She was grunting and
squirming now so I slowed down and didn't let Brutus enter as quickly. 
Sometimes I'd hold him motionless until she indicated that she was ready.

   She came and juddered into a massive orgasm which Brutus felt and that
caused him to hump again, rather forcefully this time, and I lost him for a
split second.  A loud yelp came from this wonderful woman who was impaled
on this cock which was now about 8 inches deep inside her and stretching
her like she'd never been stretched before.

   I felt Brutus's cock to see how much was inside and thought that there
was about 2 - 3 inches left.  I mentioned this and she told me to just let
Brutus go for it.  So I just let him go and he went crazy as you can
imagine.

   He just thrust it all deep inside in one great thrust and then started
to fuck her like mad.

   She groaned and let out a loud high pitched wail that went on for about
a minute or so but I was watching her very carefully and realised that she
was feeling a lot of pain mixed in with incredible pleasure so I let Brutus
keep going.

   None of the dogs had had a cum for a long time an Brutus finished quite
quickly and emptied his balls into the nice, swollen, warm, sloppy cunt. 
He then pulled out easily as I had made sure he hadn't pushed his knot
inside.

   She was panting and cuming and cuming and cuming and just wouldn't stop.
I sat on the settee next to her and tried to talk to her but she was out of
it.  She turned her head to look at me but her eyes weren't focused and she
couldn't talk.

   While this was happening Bear, without me really seeing what was
happening mounted her and started to fuck her as well.  I hadn't thought
about it but Bear hadn't cum and his cock and balls would be totally ready
for a fuck.

   I started to pull him away but she opened her mouth an out came two
simple words.  `Leave him.'

   So I let Bear go and just sat there holding her hand, stroking her
stomach and sometimes her thigh while Bear fucked her with all his
strength. When I noticed that he was pushing his knot into her I didn't
stop him as I wanted to see how she would react.  All this time I had been
able to feel Bear's cock inside her as my hand on her stomach had made that
possible.  It felt amazing.  I could feel his cock being pulled out and
then being pushed back into her and I could only imagine how incredible it
must have felt to have that happening to her.

   Bear finished and started to pull himself out.

   She had been cuming the whole time Bear was fucking her.  She was
covered in sweat and her muscles were spasming and jumping, she was
groaning, panting and mewing like a cat but as Bear's knot started to
stretch the entrance to her cunt she just started to call out, "Oh.  Fuck!
Oh fuck!  Oh fuck me!  Fuck me!" And she was squeezing my hand really
tight.

   Bear finally pulled his hard cock out of her and went over to the corner
to lick himself.  I continued to hold her hand and blow on her face to help
cool her down and slowly she started to slow her breathing and regain
focus.

   After about another 10 or so minutes she started to tell me how it had
felt and she was over the moon about it.  She had never had sex that good
in her life.  It was painful that's for sure but the pleasure was
incredible.  She loved it.

   The carpet on the floor under her hips was covered in cum her cunt as
leaking more cum and cunt juices and her muscles were still twitching as
she was having a lot of small `after' orgasms.

   She was totally exhausted so I left her there while I went to turn on
the shower and made sure the water temp was okay.  I then stripped off and
went back into the living room, picked her up, carried her into the bedroom
and stripped her off before getting under the shower with her.

   I washed her down carefully and very gently, especially when I came to
her cunt which was very swollen and painful looking.  She was still very
weak and pretty much `out of it'.  I turned off the shower and dried her
off, led her to the bed and pulled the covers over her, turned off the
light and slid into bed next to her.

   I lay there for hours just cuddling her as she slept.  All this time I
had an erection and it was getting painful.  I just couldn't get the vision
of her naked legs and belly with all three dogs using her and it made me
wild with lust.  I wanted her really badly but I waited and waited until
she had rested.

   After about 3 or 4 hours she started to wake up and rolled towards me
and gave me a hug to which I responded.  I hugged her close and gently
stroked her hair for a while.  She snuggled in close and that's when my
erection pressed into her.  She gave a little giggle and reached for my
hard on and closed her fingers around it and slowly started to jerk me off.
She was very slow and almost teasing and I loved it.  My hips started to
jerk back and forth as I approached orgasm but she wasn't going to allow
that.

   She stopped jerking me off and asked if I'd like to fuck her.  I told
her that I'd been waiting to do that for years and years - ever since I'd
first seen her in fact.

   She gave a gentle laugh again and said that she had felt the same for
just as long.  She rolled onto her back, opened her legs wide, and asked me
to fuck her.

   I moved on top and she reached down and guided my cock into her swollen
cunt.  As I entered she winced and gave a small cry of pain which made me
stop immediately but she grabbed my ass cheeks and thrust herself up
towards me.  My cock just slid deep into her and that was enough to make me
start to fuck her seriously.

   It didn't take me long to cum but I came deep inside her but my cock
didn't go down.  I must have been too turned on and not having had a fuck
for a long time I was ready to go again immediately.

   As I started to fuck her again she asked if I could stop as the pain was
getting too much.  I agreed even though I really didn't want to.

   I moved off her and dropped back onto the bed and she turned away from
me and pushed her backside into my crutch.  She then said that she didn't
have a problem if I wanted to fuck her ass as that was feeling fine and
she'd love to keep going.

   I didn't need to be asked a second time.  My cock was still covered in
her juices and it slid home easily.  We fucked for a lot longer this time
and it was fantastic.

   Those events set the scene for our ongoing relationship - she loved
being a doggy whore and I loved having a woman I could fuck whenever I
wanted too in any way I wanted too - Heaven on Earth.

   It ended up being little different to the life I had with sis all those
years ago and Sally only recently.

   Me fucking a beautiful woman whenever I felt the need, the dogs fucking
her whenever they wanted to as well and she orgasming more times every day
than she had ever expected to orgasm in a year in her previous life.

   I forgot to mention that Brutus came back for more about 20 minutes
after that first fuck he'd had with her and she was happy to oblige - no
knot though.

   I found out a few days later that in her first marriage her husband was
a policeman in England with the dog squad and although she had never let
the large Alsatian fuck her she had played with his cock and jerked him off
a lot.  She told me that she'd never let the dog fuck her because she was
scared not because she didn't want to.  She also admitted that both her
first and second husbands were very sexually dominant in the bedroom and
she loved that.

   Ultimately we ended up living together her new house near Andover.  I
sold sis's place and the money went into the bank for us to live on.  Given
the money I had and she had from her ex's insurance we were very well off
and we have never had to worry about money.

   She was as excited by our sex life as I was.  Everything that sis, older
sister, mom, nipple girl and Sal wanted and did she did with gusto and
enthusiasm.  My life had turned full circle and was back to being perfect -
for us both.

   My comments on the case.

   I don't believe that anyone would deny that there are a wide array of
perversions involved with this patient and his entire family on his
mother's and, even his father's side.  However, if we accept the broad
statement of what constitutes a perversion that suggests it is only
problematic if there is any direct harm to any of the participants then we
can, however uneasy it may make us feel, suggest that this patient needs no
counselling or professional help to address his problems.

   Many may feel that this is a truly unprofessional and maybe even an
unethical conclusion to draw but in the absence of any obvious or even
suspected damage I cannot come to any other conclusion.

   There are many other people who have problems that cause direct mental,
emotional and physical harm to not only the patient themselves but also to
others and I would rather spend my limited time helping these people that a
couple that seem to be loving the life they lead with no overtly negative
consequences.