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 His Mature Beauties

   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.

   Jonathan - a rapist who targets older women.

   As for some of my patients I have asked Jonathon to write his own story
for me so that I can quickly get his background story.  What you will find
below is that story.  It has been heavily edited to make the writing
understandable.

   I'll come right out with it.  I find older women very sexually
attractive and have, since I was about 15, raped over 500 old women.  I am
now 24 years old.  (Note: this is more than one different woman every week
for 9 years).

   Over the last few years though there have been a few real favourites
that I have returned too many times because they wanted what I offered. 
Today three of my regulars and I have set up house just north of London. 
We all put our savings, income and pensions into a pot to pay for
everything and life is great for us all.  I no longer need to rape women as
I get all the satisfaction I need from my playmates.

   My father left my mom soon after I was born and a few years later, it
seems, that my mom visited my gran, dumped me and left.  Gran told me that
I was 5 at the time.  My gran died when I was 14 and I had to look after
myself in her house - she had left it to me in her will so I wasn't
homeless.  She'd also left me quite a bit of money about £650,000 which she
said she had got from an insurance claim when granpa died and that she had
invested - she never touched the money and we lived on her pension and an
allowance she got for looking after me.

   I started to rape older women soon after she died.

   From the first day I was with gran she really looked after me.  We
shared the same bed as it was the only one in the house.  Granpa was dead
before I turned up.  The place is small but more than enough for just gran
and I and I would have still been there if I hadn't linked up with my lady
friends and moved.  I'm not going to tell you where I used to live because
then if people found out they would know who I am and then the cops could
make a visit and I don't want that.

   Gran would bathe me, dress me, cook for me, cuddle me when I was sad -
which was quite often.  We would go shopping on the weekend together.  Sit
and watch TV and listen to her favourite radio shows.  We did lots together
and we had a lot of fun.

   I was about nine when things started to change.  I remember that one
day, while gran was giving me a bath.  I used to share the baby with her
but as a grew we couldn't both fit in so I started to get in my myself
after gran had her bath.

   Anyway, this day, I got a hard on while gran was washing my back.  I was
actually a bit scared because this would be the first time that I'd got one
while gran was there.  I'd had them before on the bus being driven into
school and I'd woken up a few mornings with them as well but no one knew
except me.

   I tried to stay in the bath but gran made me get out and that's when she
saw my hard on.  I tried to cover it up but gran just laughed and told me
to move my hands.  She looked at my hard on and then into my eyes and asked
me why I was being so shy.  I said I didn't know why but that I just was.

   She said there was no need as what was happening was quite natural and
that my dad would have had them and my granddad would have as well.  She
told me that all real men got them and that as I grew older I'd get them
more often.

   She said that my cock and balls would end up being the best fun I would
ever have in my life and that soon I'd start to find out why this was true.

   Nothing happened for a long time.  And gran stopped bathing me although
I asked to too regularly.  I asked her why and she told me that it was
because I was growing up and needed to bath myself.  That made no sense to
me but I stopped asking.

   We still shared the same bed because there wasn't really anywhere else
for us to sleep.  I continued to wake up with hard ons and they came more
often.  It end up that I was waking up with them every morning.  Some
mornings I'm sure that gran knew I had one because sometimes I rolled over
and I'm sure my cock pushed into her back.  But she never made any signs
that she knew it had happened.

   Around the age of 8 I discovered that if I stroked my hard-on it felt
really good and I used to, very quietly, stroke it every morning.  It felt
fantastic.  Other times I'd rub it in the bathroom when I went to the
toilet or in the bath since I was now left alone.  I started to ejaculate
and that was fun and very new to me.

   I now sure that gran knew since the smell must have been very obvious
given how often I did jerk off.

   Since gran never moved when I played with myself in bed.  I got braver
and ended up wanking in bed early every morning when she was asleep.  Well
I thought she was asleep because one morning she asked me if I'd like some
help with that?

   I was totally shocked and didn't know what to say.  Gran rolled over and
pulled my hands off my cock and started to play with my hard cock herself.
It felt amazing.  I think it was gran that made me learn to love being
jerked off.

   Every morning after than gran would bring me off in bed around 5 AM. 
We'd then go back to sleep and wake up around 6:30 to get ready for the
day.

   I would grab a handful of toilet paper just before going to bed at night
so that gran could clean herself and me up after she had jerked me off.

   It took a while but gran started to teach me a few more things.  She
showed me her pussy and showed me everything.  She pointed out her clit,
and the entrance to her cunt, where she pissed from, the lips, she opened
herself up and showed me deep into her cunt and pointed out her cervix.  We
had long talks about sex.  I now realise that our talks were very basic and
that I still knew almost nothing about women.

   I remember gran asking me if I wanted to know if women felt the same as
I did when they played with themselves?  I said I was really interested as
I hoped to have a girlfriend one day.

   Gran masturbated for me one day and I was totally excited and amazed to
watch her coming to orgasm.  So every morning the routine changed a bit. 
I'd get jerked off and then gran would masturbate by rubbing her clit.

   Over time things continued to change.  Gran started to ask me to play
with her clit and bring her to orgasm as she played with me.  I loved that.
It made me really happy to give her all that pleasure.  She started to suck
me sometimes and she'd spit my cum (she told me what it was called) into
the wad of toilet paper which would end up being flushed down the loo.

   Gran was a really energetic woman, still a bit pretty, could have a good
laugh, and very loving - not in THAT way.  She was just lovely and caring.

   But gran couldn't keep up with my needs and I had to jerk off a lot
during the day but we managed.  I never bothered trying to find a
girlfriend.  What would have been the point - I didn't need a girlfriend
with gran around.  But it all changed when gran got sick, went to the
hospital, and never came home.

   I was really heartbroken and scared as well.  I had no real idea how to
look after myself.  I'd never had to cook, clean, manage a house, pay
bills, etc.  Anyway, social services came around to the house about two
weeks after she died to check out that I was okay.  They wanted to send me
to a foster family but I told them that I was okay.  I also told them that
I had helped gran a lot and could easily look after myself.  They were a
bit wary at first but I suggested that if they came back in another couple
of weeks they would be able to check out that everything was going well.

   They did come back a few weeks later and I had made sure the house was
clean, the cupboards and fridge were full of food, that there weren't any
dirty dishes in the sink and that I was in fresh clean clothes.  I had
learnt a lot in just a few weeks.  I didn't want to go into any foster
home. I wanted to stay in the only home I'd ever known - grans place.

   I turned 15 three months after gran died.  I had held everything
together well I think but I was starting to really miss the intimacy, not
just the sex, but also the love and affection that gran had offered in
spades.  I really missed her voice, touch, cuddles, as well.  I also missed
the sex.

   I found myself looking at mature women in the Tesco's (Note: A
supermarket chain in England), in coffee shops, in the street, on the bus
into school and back home.  I was looking, I guess, for someone like gran
and although I did see a lot of really nice looking women I never found
gran.

   I found myself following women who I thought looked nice whenever I had
the time or opportunity.  I would follow them home making sure that I
wasn't too obvious.  I would stay around to see if they had a husband or if
anyone arrived at the house after work or left early in the morning.  I
would get out of bed early and visit some of the houses to see if anyone
left early to go to work.  I'd check on the weekends to see if people
arrived or if other people lived in these houses.

   I ended up with a list of about 12 women who seemed to be living alone
as far as I could tell.  I had a closer look around the backs of these
twelve places and, in each one, found an easy way in if I wanted.  I
wasn't, at that time, thinking about anything although I now believe that I
was `checking them out' with the idea of breaking in.

   It was a late Friday afternoon when I saw one of the twelve in the
shopping centre and I followed her home.  I hung around until a few hours
after the last light had been turned off and I assumed that she had gone to
bed and fallen asleep.  I already knew how to get into the house easily. 
There was a large sliding door at the back of the house that was never
locked and it was easy to get in.

   I had brought a small backpack with me and I undressed and put my
clothes into the backpack and very quietly went upstairs to where the
bedroom would be.  (Note: If the house was one of the hundreds of thousands
of similar style terrace houses then the layout would be well know to
anyone in England.)

   I was getting excited by what I was thinking of doing and I got an
erection.  My cock stuck out in front of me like a ramrod.  I think I was
actually even leaking cum.

   At the top of the stairs the door to the two bedrooms were both open so
I just listened for the one where the breathing was coming from.  That was
her bedroom.  I put my backpack down just outside the door and entered very
quietly.

   There was a bit of light coming in through the curtains and I could see
the shape of her body under the covers.  She was facing the door and if she
had opened her eyes she'd have seen me but she didn't.  I walked up to her
and gently put my hand over her mouth and she woke up with a start.  I, in
my deepest voice, told her to not scream and that I wasn't going to hurt
her.

   She really jerked awake and started to try and scream.  I held my hand
over her mouth a lot tighter and get my other hand around her throat and
squeezed a bit.  She relaxed then and went all limp.  I told her again that
I wasn't planning to hurt her and that all I wanted was to fuck her.

   Her eyes opened wide and she started to struggle a bit.  I again told
her to stop and calm down.  It wasn't possible to see any details of her
face and I think the same was true for her.  All she probably saw was a
dark shape looming over her.  I guess that was very scary for her.

   I decided to try something.  I told her I was going to take my hand away
from her throat and that I was going to reach for her hand.  I slowly took
my hand away expecting her to maybe try and pull away from my other hand so
she could scream but she didn't.

   I reached down and found her hand and moved it to my hard cock and laid
her hand on it.  She pulled her hand away with a sudden jerk.  I reached
for her hand again, told her that here was the proof that all I wanted was
her body and to give her pleasure, and lay it on my cock again.  This time
she didn't pull her and away.  She left it there limply holding my cock.  I
started to rub my cock into her open fingers and I started to gently moan.

   It didn't take her long to start playing with my cock in earnest.  The
more she played with it the more excited I got.  After a few minutes I came
in her hand but she didn't let go.  Within 20 seconds I was hard again and
she gave a little gasp I remember.  I now told her that I wanted to fuck
her and that I wouldn't take no for an answer.  I pulled off the bed
covers, rolled her onto her back, got between her legs, reached down, found
her cunt, and pushed my cock into her.  She gave a yep and told me that it
was hurting because she was so dry.

   The truth is I was beyond caring and I just forced my cock deep into her
and started to fuck her with all my strength.  It took a few minutes but
she started to get wet and from there on it all went well.  Within a minute
or two I was coming deep inside her.  But I didn't get off because I knew
that within a minute I'd be ready to go again.  But she didn't know that.

   She asked me if I'd finished and could I now leave.  I told her that I
was far from finished and would be there for a few more hours yet.  She
make a small sound of protest and said that I had used her enough and that
I should go.  I told her that wasn't going to happen and that I had many
weeks worth of come still stored up.

   I think I fucked her about six or eight times that night and by the time
I started on fuck three she was coming as well.  It was a few hours later
that I got out of her bed and told her that if she wanted a return visit
all she had to do was put a little vase on the front window sill so it
could be seen sitting in front of the curtain from the road and I'd be
back. I also told her that she needed to do this within the next two weeks
because after that I'd not be back.

   I picked up my backpack on the way out, got dressed, and headed home.

   For the next few days I scanned the local newspapers to see if anyone
had reported being raped.  Nothing!  I walked past her house every day for
two weeks but no little vase was visible from the road.  I never went back.
But I did see her in the shopping centre a few times but she never made any
sign that she recognised me.

   Since nothing bad happened after the rape I decided that it would be
okay to keep going.  I had already found quite a number of other women who
seemed to be just right.  They lived alone, were in the right age group,
and their houses would be easy to get into in the late evening.

   The first few were easy and I repeated the same plan - backpack, strip
off, hand over mouth, get them to feel my hard-on, wank, funk a number of
times over a couple of hours, tell them about the little vase that could be
seen from the road, leave, wait a few days to see if anything ends up in
the papers, when there is no news keep going.

   However, one of them didn't go off as well as I hoped and I ended up
having to make a run for it naked with my trusty backpack.  I had bumped
into a small table I think it was and something that sounded like china had
crashed to the floor and shattered.  The noise must have woken up the lady
of the house and she started to scream very loudly.  That scared me and I
stopped going to new women's houses for a while.

   One of the ladies had left a vase out on her window sill and I went back
a couple of times but the thrill wasn't there and I told her that I
wouldn't be back after the third visit.  She asked me to please come back
as she really loved the sex but I wasn't interested.  I decided to stop
asking all the ladies to put out the vase because I was getting a lot more
from the raping than from repeat visits.

   This went on until I was 19 years old.  I found out better ways of
finding the women I was looking for.  Obituaries in old newspaper that can
be found in the local library were a very good source for me.  I would look
at newspapers that were around 4 to 6 years old, I would get the name of
the widow and then look up the phone number and address in the phone book.
I would call and pretend to be from the local council and said I needed to
check on the number of people living in the house for local census reasons.
Not a single woman refused to give me the information.  Those that said
they lived alone became my targets.

   I would concentrate on areas close to where I lived and check out eight
or ten houses over a weekend and out of them I would find five or six that
were easy to get into.  I would also spend a bit of time waiting to see the
women and I would rarely come away with fewer than three or four that were
worth my time.

   A few years later I started to check out areas that were further away
from home as I now had a job and a car.  The way I operated was always the
same, library, obituaries, weekend checks, develop my list.

   I started to check out some of the upmarket areas and they were as good
as the lower-class areas I had been working.  I must admit that the houses
were more difficult to break into but there were still enough for me to
have a great time.

   It was in these better areas of London that I found the best women. 
They were far better preserved than the women I was used to.  Some were
really very beautiful and had incredible bodies.  But, and this came as a
surprise, they also never went to the police if I managed to actually have
sex with them as far as I can tell.  There were often reports of attempted
break-in when I messed up but that was becoming rarer as I got better at
what I did.

   One of the women I managed to rape was a bit of a strange bird I must
say.  When I got into her bedroom she woke up before I got to her and she
didn't make a sound.  I knew she was awake because she sat up in bed and
turned towards me.  I couldn't see her well.  All I saw was her dark shape
moving and sitting up.  But I got to her very quickly.

   As I put my hand over her mouth she said that I didn't need to do that
as she wasn't scared and wouldn't scream because there wasn't anyone who
would be able to hear her anyway.  That made sense as her home was on about
an acre of land in the North of London - the house we all live in now
actually.

   What surprised me more was that she turned on her bedside lamp before I
even realised what she was doing.  I allowed it to stay on because by then
she'd already seen me.

   There I was, standing naked, with this enormous hard, throbbing and
slightly painful erection sticking out in front of my belly and her
looking, not at me, but at my cock.

   I knew that my cock was larger than average as gran had told me and many
of the women I had sex with would complain about how big it was but I
thought, at first, that was because they were normally dry before I started
to fuck them (I started to take bottles of lubricant with me so that I
didn't have to fuck a dry cunt and that helped a bit).  But even when I
used to add lubricant many women still complained that I was too big and to
stop - I never did though mind you.

   I once measured my cock and it was eight and a half inches long and 7
inches around when erect.

   Anyway let's get back to what I was saying.

   She was a real beauty.  Very slim, tall, small breasts and very white
skin.  Most of the rich bitches are skinny I have found but I have no idea
why.  She also had, I found out later, amazing skin - soft, silky and
smooth.

   She sat up in bed looking at my cock and then she looked into my eyes
and said, "So you want to fuck me do you?" I was totally dumb struck and
didn't know what to say for a while.  I seem to remember that I just nodded
my head.

   She pulled the bed clothes off to expose that body I've told you about
and opened her legs to show me her pussy.  It was covered in a dark bush
and her crack was open and glistening.  I could also see her hard clit and
it was hard as I realised as I got closer.

   "You can do whatever you want to me and I won't complain or stop you."
She said.  I had never heard any woman say that to me before and it just
made my, already hard cock, get even harder.  I think she noticed.

   She asked me to wait for a second and I just managed to not jump on her
and fuck her like mad.  I couldn't understand why she did what she did but
she got hold of one of the pillows next to her and lay it on her chest and
bit into the side of it so it wouldn't move.  She then pulled her knees
right back and placed her hands behind her knees and pulled them wide and
right back as far as she could.  This brought her hips up off the bed and
exposed her arsehole and pussy.  She was arched on the bed with her head
down, biting the pillow, with her arse held up high and everything exposed.
I was stunned but not too stunned to get on the bed between her legs.

   I felt her pussy and it was soaked in her juices.  She opened her mouth,
let go of the pillow, and told me to fuck her before biting the pillow
again.  I did just as she asked me too and I fucked her as hard as I could.
It didn't take me very long to come because I was so excited.  But, as
usual my cock didn't go down and within a few seconds I was going again.

   All the time she was looking right at me and whenever I looked at her
she was looking right into my eyes.  Every now and again she'd give out
this low long moan and when she did this she would slowly close her eyes.
It took a while for her to start to come - you can always feel it because a
cunt starts to get tighter when a woman's coming and it's easy to feel -
but when she did it seemed that she just kept on having them one after the
other as I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.  After more than an
hour of straight fucking I got off and lay next to her.

   She asked me to get back on top, lay on her, and put my head on the
pillow.  I did as it sounded kinda nice to lay on top of her, touch her
skin, and place my head on the pillow.  She wanted all of my weight on her
pushing her down into the bed.  She gently stroked my hair and gently
whispered how wonderful it had been.  That it had been a long time since
she'd had a man, that she had come more in the last hour than she had since
she was a teenager.

   I was used to these sorts of comments from some women but not too many
of them.  It was rather rare - maybe once every ten or more women.

   Soon after that she asked me if I was going to keep on fucking her
because she knew that's what I did.  I was stunned - how would she know
that I fucked these women for at least three or four hours?

   She gave a little laugh and told me that one of her girlfriends had had
the benefit of his care.  She then told me that her girlfriend had come
over to see her and had told her all about being raped by this young man
who hadn't stopped having sex with her for hours and hours.

   I asked her to describe the woman and I told Roberta that I remembered
her friend - remember I knew her name from the obituary.  She asked me if
she had been fun.  I answered by saying that she was nowhere near as much
fun as Roberta was.  She laughed when I told her that but she also seemed
to really like what I said.

   We kept it up for quite a few hours before I made a move to leave but
she asked me to say because the house staff wouldn't be coming in as it was
the weekend and we'd be completely safe.  I stayed there for the rest of
the day and well into the next.  We had sex a lot I remember and it was
great.  She cooked me meals, we swam naked in the backyard pool (she did
have an incredible body for a woman in her sixties) and she was very limber
which was great.  The only strange thing was the pillow which came out
every time we had sex.  Mind you this wasn't the strangest thing that I had
encountered in my adventures.

   There was the woman who wanted me to piss on her, another one who opened
her bedroom window and stuck her head out of it and asked me to close the
window on the back of her neck and push it down hard while I did her doggy
fashion, another one who needed me to bite her nipple so she could come. 
Maybe the strangest was this woman who asked if we could drive to Clapham
Common, a ten minute drive from where she lived and fuck in the back of her
car.  I remember that had been a real quick fuck - too many other cars and
people around even that late at night.  We went back to her place and I
continued as usual - she was a repeat and she had got to see me before.  I
always turned on the lights with women on the second visit.

   For all that Roberta was a bit strange she became one of my regulars and
we had a great time together but she wasn't enough to satisfy my sexual
needs and I kept on looking for more women.

   Over the next couple of years I continued doing what I had been doing in
the past very successfully.

   But I decided to look out for very specific types of women and try to
get them to become regulars.  I found two more.

   Barbara who was totally sex crazed and wanted me to use her large
collection of toys on her as well as regular fucking.  She loved having her
arse filled with a giant butt plug while being fucked and Sharon who was
another skinny broad with large tits that she loved to have sucked.

   So Roberta, Sharon and Barbara ended up being three women that I loved
spending time with and once I had got comfortable with them I stopped
looking for other women.  These three became my regulars and I would visit
them turn about and get one day a week off to recharge my batteries so to
speak.

   Time with Roberta was the easiest because we could spend most of the
weekend together - Friday after all her staff had gone home through to late
Sunday.  That was just lovely.

   One day Roberta asked me if I was still raping other women and I told
her that I had stopped because I had now found three wonderful women that
satisfied all my needs.  She did say anything more for a couple of weeks.
She then asked me to tell her about Barbara and Sharon.  So I described
them, their personalities, what they each liked to do (not sexual stuff),
the parts of London they lived in.  Sharon had married well and was quite
wealthy just like Roberta and Barbara wasn't well off by any means but was
well spoken and well educated.

   Roberta asked if we could all meet and I said that I'd discuss it with
Barbara and Sharon.  Once I had told the others about what Roberta had
suggested they were both a bit wary at first but after a bit more
encouragement they agreed.

   We decided to meet in a restaurant so there wouldn't be any pressure.

   The meeting went off really well.  The girls got on famously right from
the start.  By the time the coffee morning was over they were best friends.
Well I guess they had a lot of things in common other than having me as a
lover and loving sex.  There were all pretty much the same age so they
loved the same bands from the 1940's and 50's.  They had the same 40's 50's
ideas about relationships - a bit submissive, caring for house and family
and similar sorts of things.

   A few weeks later we all went out for dinner, then a show a week later,
then to a fancy hotel for afternoon tea - I backed out of that given I
didn't know which fork to use to drink my tea.  That was a joke - sorry. 
Not my best.

   It ended up that we all decided to move into Roberta's house with the
swimming pool, sack the permanent staff, pool out money, and live together.

   We changed the property deeds and we all became joint owners - mind you
this didn't happen straight away.  We needed to make sure we could all get
on well before anything like that happened but we worked out amazingly well
and it happen after a couple of years.  The house was valued and those of
us who had the money coughed up our share.  Only Barbara couldn't
contribute her whole share but she did put in what she could afford -
£138,000 as her share towards a £1,300,000 house - Roberta covered the
shortfall as the arrangement didn't actually cost her any money as the
house was already fully paid for.  I must admit that Roberta also helped me
with some funds as well because I couldn't afford to pay my full share
either.  Roberta made sure that both Barbara and I still had quite a bit of
our own money left so we could still be financially independent and
contribute to day-to-day costs.  All in all I believe that Roberta actually
put about £700,000 into her bank.

   We have been living together now for very close to two years and I have
known Roberta for the longest which is close to eight years.  We're all fit
and happy and I have left it up to the women to decide who I spend the
nights with.  I go to their bedrooms for the night and I use my bedroom on
nights I choose to sleep alone.

   I guess there not much else to say other than why I have come to see
you. Over the last few years I have noticed that I can't have as much sex
as I used to but I still love sex when it happens I want to be able to fuck
like I did when I was eighteen but I can't.  I want to know why this is
happening and what I can do to fix it.

   My comments on the case: After having read Jonathan's life history I had
to have a little chuckle.  He was simply growing up and his slowly lowering
libido was just a function of his aging.  At this stage in his life there
was little that could be done but I did advise him that when he started to
reach his mid- to late-thirties to get his testosterone levels checked
regularly and to make sure e maintained them at the normal level for men in
their mid-thirties.  I also told him to make sure he used only
bio-identical testosterone as the synthetics were dangerous and to only
take the supplement if blood tests proved that his testosterone levels were
dropping.

   Another thing I suggested was that maybe sexual variety was missing in
his life.  In the past he had got a sexual buzz from having different
sexual partners on a regular basis and that this pattern of every changing
sexual partners' had been a significant contributor to his very high sexual
activities.  Now he was living with just three women a lack of variety may
be a cause of his lowering sexual capacity.  I suggested that he talk to
his lovely ladies and let them know his concerns and to discuss what they
might be able to do about it.

   Jonathan contacted me about what happened once he had bucked up the
courage to talk to his woman about what was worrying him.

   His ladies told him that they were aware that he was `slowing down' but
that they weren't concerned as they loved living with him and that even if
the sex got less they were still happy to keep him.  Those were his words,
`Keep him.'

   What was interesting was they the ladies agreed that if it was problem
for Jonathan then they would sort it all out and let him know what they
thought.

   He said that on one of the days he visited Barbara's bedroom Sharon was
there as well.  They were both naked and they both `used' him.  He loved it
and they had sex all night as in the past.  The ladies had, apparently,
decided to spice things up for Jonathan and he was back to being as active
as he was when he first started.  I'm not sure how long it will last but I
hope it keep up for all their sakes.  Also I'm sure that three women can
think up a whole lot of things to keep Jonathon firing on all cylinders.