Perverts 'R' Us

Me and Mine

By Fintinman ( inc, family-sex, abuse, bi, preg )

This is a story of how I was bought into the life that I am now in.

My name is Ralph F. Taylor. Now let me tell you about myself a little. I live on the Family farm, just west of Sulphur, La. We have about 2000 acres to tend to.

My father is a 'Big Wheeler Dealer'. He goes around the world, buying and selling heavy equipment for his company. His company is called "T.N.T.". It is one of the biggest in the world, to date. His name is Ralph Sr. He stands 6' 2", and 200 lbs. He is not a nice man.

You see, my father likes to beat and rape his wife and children. He does so, whenever he is in town. While I was growing up on the farm, my father would beat and fuck my mother and sisters, every day, just because he wanted to do it.

If he did not fuck one of them, he would beat me, or belittle me by saying I was not his kid. I was some (my father would use the 'N' word [nigger]) stranger's, who had come by for a quickie with mother.

Mom was a very submissive woman, and so were my 6 sisters. They did what they were told to do, without saying anything. Myself, on the other hand? I was a bit on the wild side - the black sheep, so to speak. I would get into trouble all the time, from the age of three.

For instance: when I was three, I was playing with my younger sister Susan, in my room. I heard a loud bang on the wall. I went to see what had happened. There was Father, with Mother between the twin beds. He was hitting her with a hammer. I just reacted. I ran over to him, and bit him in the ass, just as hard as I could. I left him with 33 stitches; and a very bad feeling down below, and behind.

That's when my life really started going wrong.

My mother would tell my father if I did something. He would beat me, (when I say beat, I don't mean just a spanking. He would punch me throughout the face, head, back, and stomach. He'd break arms and legs (just because he could) because I was there, and no one else was.

That went on for about ten years. I would get into something, and get my ass 'tuned up'.

Well, when I was about 13, I stole my first car, my father's "Hudson Super Lark". He loved that car. I totaled it, by running it into a state police car, doing 80 MPH. Somehow the police didn't like it very much.

I was sent to live with my Aunt Betty and Uncle Bert for a time. They owned a pig farm in Virginia, and have owned it for forty years. They sell 'Pork Roll', and they are very well known for it. Well, I was sent there to work off my punishment. A year of hard labor, that's what it was to amount to.

I worked from 3:30 am 'till 6:45 pm., 7 days a week, 364 days a year. That's right, I got my birthday off, to do as I liked... I slept.

Over the time I was there, I did get to have some good times. I was in the barn, pulling hay to the loft, when my Aunt Betty came in. She told me that I was to take off my shirt, so she could check my back and arms for strained muscles.

Well, I took off my shirt. Then, she told me to pull down my pants, so she could check my legs. She began rubbing my left leg with her hand. She asked me if I liked her hand rubbing me. I told her it was all right.

She rubbed my left leg, then my right. She kept getting closer to my dick, which was getting hard from her ministrations.

She said, "You know, Frankie, your uncle isn't home. He won't be, 'till after dark. And there isn't anyone else around. If you would like, Auntie can make you feel real good,"

I said, "Well you aren't making me feel too bad, right now, Aunt Betty,"

She then said, "Sit down over there." She pointed to a bale of hay.

Well, I did sit down. She took my dick in her hand, and started to stroke it, softly. Then she started to lick it. She ran her tongue all over it, from the tip to the nuts and back. Then she took my dick into her mouth, and sucked me down, without so much as a "howdy do".

I came in seconds!

She just kept right on sucking. Soon I was hard again, and she asked me if I had ever fucked anyone. I told her that I never had. She got on her hands and knees, and told me to fuck her in the ass.

I did fuck her ass, and her pussy. Then I fucked her mouth, and then her pussy again. After about three hours, she told me to get back to work, before my uncle arrived. I went back to hauling the hay to fill up the loft.

She stopped at the door. "I'll see if we can get some quiet time together, soon," she said, and then she left.

By seven I was fed, and on the way to bed. I was beat.

That went on, day after day, for more then six months. Then she started to come into my room. She would come early in the morning, while Uncle Bert was in the shower. She did that for almost a month.

Then one morning…

I was awakened at 2:45 am, as usual, by my Auntie. She asked me to fuck her again. I asked her suck me off, first. Just as I came in her mouth, Uncle Bert came into my room, and caught us.

He freaked out, and started yelling at Aunt Betty, calling her a slut, just like my mother and sisters were. I did not like the way he was going on about me and my family. So I hit him in the face, and broke his nose. Well, he went to get his shotgun. He never got to load it.

I came up to him and said, "Look, Bert. Let's sit down. Listen to what I've got to say, before you do something stupid, and someone gets hurt real bad."

He sat down and said, "Well… you little shit… this'd better be good!"

I told him, that I was in the barn, doing the hay. Betty came in asking for a helping hand with a box of preserves. I told him that I had seen her tits though the neck of her dress. I just couldn't help myself. I had to feel them.

"It got out of hand, and I made her suck my dick, yesterday about noon. She fought me. I told her that I'd fuck her if she didn't suck me off. After dinner last night, I told her to come to my room while you were in the shower, and suck me off again, or else I'd fuck her today, for sure. She came in, asking me not to make her do that. But I wouldn't listen to her, and told her to suck me, or fuck me. She sucked me off, and that's when you came in."

He started to say that it was her fault, that she did that to start with. She shouldn't have been walking around like a tramp. I told him that she wasn't a tramp, and that she loved him, and didn't want to hurt him by having her body spoiled by me.

He wouldn't hear of anything about her being forced. He just kept going on and on. He kept saying that she shouldn't have let me get where I had gotten. Where I did or did not get, still made her nothing but a 'fucking, two timing, slut'.

Well, he wouldn't hear about Betty anymore. He said that I fucked her, and that she was nothing more then a whore. Just like my Mother and slut Sisters.

Well, that did it.

I got pissed at him all over again, and beat him up really badly.

He was trying to get away from me. But he just couldn't crawl fast enough to get away. The thing is, I was getting a hard on, from beating him up. I got so excited doing that to him that I made him suck my dick, and I fucked him up his ass. I called him my bitch, my whore, my slut. It was just like my father did to us kids, when I was small.

After that, he had me sent home. If I only would have known it was that easy to get sent home.

Well, I was home about a week. My father came home, from one of his trips. He was pissed to see me there, let me tell you.

Well, Father started in on me right away. He started in about how I was a fagot rapist, and how I should have been shot into the sheets, rather than into my mother's womb.

Being around him got me pissed off so badly that I left home. I was only 14 and a half then. I lived on the streets for about a year.

I was put in jail, for "B-and-E". The Judge asked me where my parents were. I told him that my father would beat and fuck my ass, whenever he felt like it. It got too much for me. After a long time, I had had enough, and left home last year.

Well, the stupid asshole of a 'Father', never reported me missing. The law took him away for child abuse, and neglect. He got two years in 'prison' for that.

When the Judge asked me what I wanted to do with myself, I said I didn't know. He asked if I wanted to go to jail like my Father, or join the Army. I said the Army.

He said, "Smart Boy. You have 48 hours to come back with enlistment papers. If you do not, you will 'go away', till you are 21." Well, being the Smart Boy I was, I tried to enlist. But no one would take me after a day of trying everywhere.

I was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the courthouse, with tears running down my cheeks. I was thinking about putting a bullet in my head, to make it quicker.

The judge, saw me sitting down on the sidewalk. He stopped, and asked me what I was crying about. I told him that everyone had told me that I was not old enough to enlist. I needed my parents' signature, and had to be sixteen.

He said, "Well then, there is only one thing to do, then. Isn't there, boy?"

I said, "Yes, Sir."

He told me to come to his chambers at five, and he would tend to me.

I was so scared, that I thought about running again. But I knew that they'd find me, and that it would be worse when they did.

I got there at five, and he had my mother there. She was in tears, when I came into his chambers. He was saying to her that if she didn't sign some papers, that she would be going to jail, as had my father.

After she signed, she kissed me. She left, saying that she was sorry I'd had a hard life, and wished that I'd had a better one.

I was crying heavily by then. I told her as she walked away that I loved her. She said she loved me too. After she was gone, the Judge turned to me.

"Son, I see that you have made an effort to comply with this court's ruling. Therefore, as of now, you are emancipated."

I said, "Sir, how long will I be put away? Will I be able to see my mama and sisters?"

The Judge said, "Son, are you not listening to me."

I said, "Yes, Sir. I am."

He said, "I said you are emancipated not incarcerated, so I asked him what that meant.

He said, "You, son, are now responsible for your own welfare. That means that you can sign your own enlistment papers".

As I was leaving his chambers the Judge said to me, "Son, I just gave you your freedom. Don't mess up. If I see you back in front of me, I'll throw the book at you! That means that you'll go away for twenty years if I see you in my court again! Is that clear, boy?"

I said, "OH! YES SIR! IT'S VERY CLEAR! THANK YOU AGAIN, SIR!"

So at 15 (almost 16), I went back to the Navy enlistment office, and showed them the papers the Judge gave me. I enlisted into the Navy, for six years.

I had signed up for the Seals. I didn't know what I had done. Well, over the next year, I was trained.

I shipped out for Athens. I got into trouble in the town, just outside of the training camp. I burned down a whorehouse, for fucking me over.

There was this bar called "Claris Daub's". It was a known whorehouse, to the fleet. Well, at 15 (and with money to burn, and women to fuck), I was hot for some fun and games.

I went with some guys from the base. They told me not to go up stairs, but I didn't listen. I went up with this big fat woman name Mara. She took me in this room, and told me to take off all my clothes. When the red light came on, I was to go to the last door at the end of the hall. Which, I was to find out, was two doors away.

I did what I was told to do. When the light came on, I went to the last door, and went through it. I was standing outside, without a stitch on. A bunch of old ladies, were yelling at me in Greek.

I tried the door, and could not get back in. So I walked around to the front. I was pissed off! I wanted to do some ass kicking, like killing the old fat bitch, for fucking with me.

Well, I got back in, and started hit on the bouncers. When the Shore patrol showed up asking what had happened, they told the SP's, that I had tried to get over on one of the girls and they kicked me out, I was told to get dressed.

I said, "I can't…" and went on to tell them why.

I told the SP's, that the fat bitch was lying, and that she had tricked me into taking off my clothes. My clothes were still upstairs in the room they took me to, after I went through a door at the end of the hall.

Well, they went up and checked the room, and then the hall. The door was locked from inside they asked where were my clothes that I came in with. They were gone, and so was every thing else I had.

Well, I was pissed. I was sent to the brig for five days, for being drunk and disorderly.

When I got out, I went back to the bar. I took a five-gallon can of gas, and burned the place to the ground. The women that fucked with me tried to say that I had done it to her bar.

I was shipped out the next day. I was shipped off to a place in Vietnam it was called Chum Gong. That's about 400 miles north of Saigon, a very bad place to be if you are an American.

I was based at 'S&R camp 6' (beaver 6, was its code name). It housed over 900 men, with ten Seal units, two Black Ops units, and a Search and Rescue team. We were called ghosts. It was our job to get Intel, and do Search and Destroy missions, against the enemy.

We ran an eight-man unit. I was in Assault Unit 2. We were code-named: GOD.

My chief would say, "I am God, and if the spirits are willing, your asses are mine! You do not have my permission to get hurt. You are U.S.A. property. Do not damage yourself, or allow the enemy to damage you!"

I was a 16-year-old kid, with a shit load of 'scared' in my shorts. The first time I heard a grenade go off, I hid under an old icebox for three days.

My chief came to where I was hiding and ask me, "Sailor? Do you want to stay alive, or do you want to die?"

I said "stay alive, sir".

He said, "Then gets your ass out from under there, before I hit it with this grenade!"

He threw it under there, and started counting 1, 2, etc. I was out of there so fast! He started to laugh at me. I was a just kid, and I got pissed at him, for fucking with me. He told me that if I wanted to stay alive, to stay next to him.

I did, too. I was so close to him sometimes that he had told me to back off.

During the time I was there, I had gotten laid once, by a girl named Chow Lie Sun. She was 15, with black hair. She was small, about 5/2, and 95 lbs. She was not very good at fucking, but she did cum four times. Her pimp (her brother) told me that I owed him triple, for the time I took. It was just over an hour, I told him that we had made a deal that I could fuck the bitch till I came once, and it took me that long to do so, and if he didn't like it he could suck my cock.

He tried to start something with me. I told him if he put a hand on me, I'd break him up. The little bastard hit me with a roundhouse kick, right on the chin. I got very pissed, and went after him. I caught him behind a hooch (a house), and kicked his gook ass real good. He had 65 stitches, four broken ribs, a broken right arm and leg (4 spots each), and a broken left femur. I did not want to kill him, but the little prick just would not stop trying to hit me.

I was there for 11 months, when we captured one of the enemy's officers. We found out that they were going to assault our base, within the next four days. They had over six thousand men, ready to smash us to nothing.

They'd had a twenty thousand dollar bounty on the heads of our assault units (our units had been causing the enemy trouble, for over three years, yet they could not find any sign of us) for over a year. The Enemy had gotten a spy in our ranks, and the NVA had gotten Intel on us, over the last six months. They had been planning this assault for two months.

They knew each of our names, and they wanted us all dead. There were 94 guys with our units, out of all them, only 63 guys made it to Saigon for removal.

After bugging out of the camp, our 10 Seal teams, and 2 Black Ops Tec teams, were left to guard the camp. This was after forty-four hours of waiting.

They came and came. We were so out numbered. We reported the enemy's position, and we lost ten good men doing it. We were told to retreat to Saigon, for removal.

We ran south for two weeks, with no radio or help. Our Captain, John McMantis, had told us that we were on our own. We ran across two companies of NVA's after three days of heading south. They tried to collect the reward. We were hit hard by their 200 men. They were all killed, and we lost twenty guys. I like those odds, 20 to 1; but we lost some good men that day.

After another four days of heading south, we came to a village called "Toil Lung". There were 70 NVA regulars, and 30 Draftees. We had to take them out. They had nine US Army Green Berets staked out. They were torturing them, for Intel. We came at them from all four sides.

We took out the bulk of their force with the first volley, and came to where they had a pit of fourteen more of our guys in there. One of the NVA threw a grenade in the pit, killing everyone in there. The firefight lasted about four minutes, and all the NVAs were toast.

We helped the rest of the guys that were still alive, and found out that we had 190 miles yet to go. We had no radio, and eleven hurt, and twenty dead. We marked the spot on the map, so we could come back and get them. Then we started walking out again. After two days, three of the wounded had died. Two more were not much better off. We came to a fork in the delta. We had 160 more miles yet to go.

I was told that we needed food, and that there was a village five miles west of us, called Pi Lea. They should have friendlies there, "SVA". And, they should also have a radio to get help.

Four of us guys were sent - Gilbert Gilberts (a black guy from Jersey City, cool guy), Dave Jones (a guy from Ann Arbor, who was a little slow with thinking, but ok overall) and Jay Lance (from Greenville, a downed chopper pilot. He seemed worried about getting home to see his girlfriend) and me (a 10 month vet of the bush with nothing to look forward to but a bullet).

I was told that we need to get there, and contact an EU (extraction unit). They were to get us out, and bring food for 73 guys.

We made it to the village without any trouble. But once we made contact with HQ, we were told that there was not any chance of help for 72 hours. We were told to stay put at the village, till help arrived. I told HQ that there were 73 guys, still five miles west of us that needed help, quick. They said, "stay at low cal, help will be arriving in 72 hours do not leave EZ (extraction Zone)."

I said in reply, "Fuck! You butt fuck! When I get there, I am coming to see you, Commander Brinson! Look for me!"

I then told Jones, to stay and wait for the EU. Gil and I were heading back to the others. We would try to get back here within 60 hours, if all went well. We left, carrying the food and ammo. We got back to the others again without any trouble. They were all happy to see us bring the supplies.

The Captain asked me if there was any message from HQ. I told him about what HQ had told me: "that there was no help for 72 hours and that we were not leave the village.

He said (to himself more than anyone), "What the fuck do them assholes think we are? Iron men? We need to get out of here!"

I then told him about what I'd said to Commander Brinson.

He said to me, "You can have him, after I get through with him."

We were starting back to the village when the NVA hit us with a company of their regulars. We were so fucked, everyone was shooting everywhere I took three rounds in the arm and leg, and the captain was shot in the head, but was still alive. We all were beat really badly when the shooting stopped. 13 were dead, seventeen were shot badly, and fifteen not so badly. We made it back to the village, just as the EV Hueys came in. We were safe.

By the time we made it to safety, we were down to 63.

We were back in the States, 73 hours later. My unit was sent to TPU (transport personal unit), for reassignment. I was based on the carrier Lexington for six weeks duty, while they moth-balled her.

I got in trouble about two weeks into duty. I hit, and threw overboard a 2nd lieu, for putting his hands on me.

They discharged me after two months in the brig, with an undesirable, with bennies.

I had just turned 18, a month or two before that. I was out of the navy with nowhere to go. I called home asking if I could come back home. I was told not to show my face there or I'd be shot (That was by my father).

I drifted a bit and met up with some bikers (they were called The Losers) they were an all right bunch of guys, all 'Nam vets. They took me in and showed me that I was someone I could look up to. We drank, fucked, and just had all around good fun.

That lasted for a year. I started to get some bad luck (with John Q Law). In 1976, I moved to Philly, Pa.

I bought my first business, a go-cart track. I called it "CLOVER RACEWAY" (for luck). It was fun to have something of my own. It made me about $300 a week, take home.

Over the next year, I started buying houses at the shore (Wildwood N.J.). I made a good living at that. I sold CLOVER, and bought a pile-driving rig for ten grand. I started my own company (Hitch It Right).

It turned out that I had a knack for making money. I built that company up, and got a contract with the Island Dock Service. They made the contract for seven years, at 90 dollars a pole. There were 35,000 poles each year. I was rich. I made money off of the sale of that company. I sold it for seven hundred thousand dollars.

Over the three years since Clover, I had bought seven properties. They were worth a little over three million dollars.

By the age of 21, I had eight hundred thousand in the bank, and had three million dollars worth of property. I was a millionaire.

I started to hang around the clubs, picking up women of all shapes and sizes. I had, at any one time, three women living with me.

Over time, I had gotten into some very dumb shit: drugs. It was at this time, that I met a girl named "Candy". She was 14, and a runaway. She was about 5'5", 135 lbs. She had dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her complexion was very fair. I really liked her. She was sassy, and had a very soft body. She lived with me for about a year.

She was down at the beach with some of her friends, when one of her girlfriends called me. She told me that some bikers took her, and some other girls with them, to a party at the dunes. I was pissed about that, but Mel (the girl that called me) told me that Candy was not talking right, and was acting funny, (drugs, and is what I thought).

I asked Mel what the bikers looked like. She told me that they were Warlocks. I knew some of them, so I went down to the dunes to find them.

I looked around there. But there were no bikers there, just some teenage kids having fun.

Well, I went out of town to Grassy Sounds, to the playground (that was where some of the baddest bikers hung out). They were there, 28 Warlocks, and ten girls there.

All the girls were naked, and being fucked by them. I pulled up to these three guys named Uncle Tom, Bo, and Animal. I'd met them a while back, at a party. I asked for the girls. They told me to walk, or else. I told them that if I didn't get the girls ASAP, they were going to be the first to hit the ground.

They laughed at me, and said, "Bring it, Asshole."

I brought it. I dropped the two biggest guys: Tom and Animal. I tied Bo's head to the back of my bike with a rope, and pulled off, dragging him around by his neck.

I let loose, and he went flying into six guys that were taking turns fucking this one girl.

I went around again, with a shard of metal (about four feet long), and hit five guys with that. I got two more with the bike. I had gotten to my feet and started in on them with a kick ass attitude.

I had gotten nine so far, and was going for ten, when they shot me in the chest. I hit the ground and tried to get up they shot me, again and I went out.

I woke up about two hours later, with two holes in me, no bike and no girls, I was hurting and really pissed. So I walked out of the woods, onto the road, where I passed out again. I woke up in the hospital three days later, with the police asking, "Who shot me".

I told them I didn't know who, and asked them where my stepsister was. They asked me when the last time I'd seen her was, and what her name was, and what did she look like.

After two more days, I was released and sent home. I went to the city, and called some friends to help me to find Uncle Tom, and his group of assholes.

I found out that Tom and Animal took the girls to their clubhouse, and was using them as club sluts. That really pissed me off.

I got a few guys together, and we went for them. The club had about ten guys there. Mostly they were big, mean, and ugly. They tried to stop us.

We took the 5 girls that were there, and left eight dead. The other two were real close to death. We left a message for Tom and the others.

"I'll be coming for the other girls, in two days. And they had better be there, or I take your wife and daughters, and turn them into my sluts. Then I'll give them to some scum bag club, for free."

Well, that got a response from them. I got a call from the leader of the Losers asking me 'to come in and talk', under a flag of truce. Gene said they didn't want any more trouble from me.

While I went to talk with Gene, about "not starting a war", I had my friends scope out my targets.

Gene asked me what started it, and I told him what had happened the week before. He was mad at them for getting into this with me, over a girl. I told him they shot me twice, and stole my bike and my girlfriend, as well as nine other girls from my town. And for that, they were going to pay.

Gene asked me what it would take to stop this. I told him I wanted their heads, and that was that. He told me that I was getting into something that I was out manned, twenty to one.

I told him, "So what? Been there, done that."

He said, "Frank, you got the biggest balls, I have ever seen. But, if you want them, here's what we're going to do.

I had my friends from the Navy (all Seals) ready to kick some biker ass. I'd had them scope out the clubhouse for the two days, to see if they had called in more help. They had. There were 83 Warlocks there, waiting for me".

I had fifteen Losers, my Seal team, and twenty Hell's Angel's that I knew to come for the party. I had Tom's house, and Animals place, scoped out with some people. Just in case they tried to pull a fast one. But the guys (Seals) I had watching told me that they had the house. If needed, it could be 'cleared'.

I had pulled up in front of the Warlocks clubhouse. When there was a popping noise from inside, I went in to the clubhouse. My friends had taken down six of the "locks", before they knew what had hit them.

I went up to Tom. "Remember me?" I said, with a big smile on my face. He looked like he had just seen the devil (and he would have been less scared of him). I told him to give the girls up. He said he didn't have the girls.

I said, "Well, that's not good, you see."

I walked to the phone, dialed a number, and said: "Clean it."

Then I hung up. About two minutes later, there was a call on the club's phone. Someone had just blown up Tom's and Animal's house, that got them worried.

I told them that I wanted the girls, and that they had failed to deliver. About ten minutes later, I had Tom's daughter (VI) brought in, and placed on the pool table. She was stripped naked, and I told the Hell's Angels to have fun.

She screamed when the first guy touched her. Tom asked if I could stop them, that they had let the girls go, after the day at the playground.

"I want the girls, NOW! If you don't deliver them, I'll give Vi to the Angels for their club slut."

She was crying and whining for her father to do something. Tom went to the phone, and made two calls. After about fifteen minutes, there was a knock at the clubhouse door. Four of the girls that were missing, came into the clubhouse.

They were so beat up, that they didn't look human. They looked like they were stoned out zombies as well. I told the guys to let Tom's daughter go. I got mad at Tom, for lying to me about having the girls.

He said, "I had nothing to do with the girls being in that shape, another club had had them."

I asked him who. He told me that "Pigeon" had had them.

I asked, "Where are the other two girls?" He told me that they didn't know of any more girls being involved. I said that there were two more girls that are not here. I was told that there were no other girls.

I walked up to Tom and Animal and asked them who shot me. "Monk and Moon-man shot you, and they're not here now," Animal said.

I said, "Have them at my place in one hour, or you will be joining your wife and kids, in the graveyard."

In twenty minutes, there was a knock at my door. There were fifteen warlocks at my door, with the two that shot me. They were tied up and pushed into my doorway. They said they would do everything they could to find the two missing girls. I told them they had a week to find them.

I took the two bikers out back of the house, and beat them very badly. Then I shot both them in the knees and in the lower back, so they would never walk again. I dumped them at a local hospital. Dying would have been too easy.

It was about three days later, when (at about two in the morning) there was a knock at the door. I opened it. There was Candy and Debbie. They were dirty, and smelled real bad. I had them take a bath and clean up some. I found out were they had been for almost two weeks. They had been sold to a bike club for fifty dollars each. I had the girls eat, and they went to bed.

Candy didn't want to be touched (I knew why). Debbie said, later in the day, that she'd had fun. She wanted to do it again.

I had her go home that day, after calling her father. I told him where she was, and what had happened to her. He just took it in stride. It surprised me that he cared so little about what had happened. I later found out that Debbie's father had had many sex parties like that one, where she was the star, from the age of five.

Candy was with me for a few more months, after that. She just up and left one night, without a word. I never did hear from her again.

After Candy left me, I felt very bad that she was gone. I never knew what was going on in her head.

About six years later, I heard that she had killed herself.

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Let me tell you about me and my family. That way, you can get to see where my life has gone.

I was 23 years old, I stood 6 feet 3 inches tall, and weighed 195 lb. I am told that I am a good-looking guy, by the girls I date. My sisters, and my mother, agree.

I am a little uncomfortable around new people. If I know you, I can be open with you. I get a little quiet around new people, and find myself letting them make the first move in any relationship.

I will tell you about my mom and my sisters now. Mom was 46 and a mother of eight (seven girls, one boy). She looks like a red-headed Liz Taylor. By coincidence, her name is Elizabeth M. Taylor.

My oldest sister is also named after Mom. Her name is Elizabeth R. Taylor (she likes to be called Lizzie). She looks a bit like Madonna.

Then there is Francis M. Taylor. She stands at 5'6", and has a lot of personality.

Then there's Maggie R. Taylor. She is 5'9", at 160 lbs. She has a nice look about her.

Then there's Carol L. Taylor. She is not as well built as the others. She can bring a lot of mouth with her attitude (very loud).

Susan is about 5'5". She has a 38D-27-38 figure, and is very quiet.

Kathy, at 5'6" is very vengeful.

Brittany… she was 3'9", at 65 lbs., but she had died at three years old.

I had a good life going for myself.

I had money, women, toys, and no worries about anything.

My sister Carol called, and told me my father had died. They were trying to get money, so that they could bring his body back from overseas. I ask her how much they needed to bring it back.

"Ten Grand," she told me. I nearly shit a brick!

I asked, "How come so much?"

She said, "He owed that much money."

I had the money, but I didn't want to give it up for him. I hated him, and they knew it. But my mother called me back, a while later, asking for help.

She said, "So I can bury him, and be done with him."

I called Cubu city (that's in the Philippines). I talked to my father's Company Manager. I found out, that I could get his body sent back to the States, for three grand. But, I had to go to the office there. Then I could claim the body, and bring it back.

I went, and was met by the manager, Mr. Kilos. He had worked with Father for twenty five years. His daughter was married to my father (yes my father, was a bigamist). She was a doctor, in their town of Parle Rae.

I also found out that my father had a large holding company there. As his only true heir, I was able to take control of it. The old Bastard was worth ten million dollars, and hid it from my mother and sisters. They were so poor back then. It was hard to eat sometimes, but that old prick never went hungry.

He married three other women, without telling my mother. He never told mom about any of it. I found out that I had a stepbrother and stepsister. I was the only one to carry on the family name.

I was to take over control of my father's company and run it, which I did.

I was taken to my father's home, there in the Philippines, and shown his books by his second wife (Mia, she was a small sharp looking woman). I stayed there for three weeks. I had my father interred there.

I had settled the business there in four days. Mia asked me to stay to meet my other family members.

Francis A. Michel was twenty-nine, and a laborer in my father's company. He was not all that interested in working for a living.

Judy F. Michel was also small. She had black hair, blue eyes, and a 'don't smell me' attitude. I found out that my father had been the same way with Mia and her family. I felt sorry for her, but she asked me to stay with them for a time.

I was to also find out that Mia liked to fuck. She was my father's whore. She was a good lay. I did fuck Mia and Judy, over the three weeks I was there.

I left Francis in charge of the company. I was to find out that he had sixteen daughters, and four sons. We all were to get a share of the money after his death. Hah! Did they have a thing coming!

My next stop was Stockton. My Father had a little Porno company there. It was called Pods R US. It was only worth three million, yearly.

There I meet my Father's third wife her name was Gwen Handful. She was very tall. She was about 6'4", at 160 lbs., with blonde hair, and mist green eyes. She was a very big girl. She didn't talk very well, but I asked her about the company. She told me that my father had liked to play with little girls and boys. She had been a porn star there, before they had met.

I was asked if I would like to take over my father's duties of fucking the little kids. They had four girls. Chrissie was 9. Susan and Lisa were 12 (yes, twins). Joanne was 14. They would all be very happy to take care of me, in anyway I liked. I was a little shook up. She went on to tell me that if girls were not for me, she had a 5-year-old son, Günter. He would suck me off if I liked. She went on about how they all liked to have fun together with my father.

I found out, while I was there, that I had a much bigger cock then my father. He had been only six inches. She went on to tell me, that I maybe too big for the little girls, or the boy. I told her that I'd like to fuck her, but the little kids were not for me.

She got down, and pulled out my cock. She deep throated me without any trouble at all. She took all twelve inches down, and played with my balls. She had gotten me hot. The oldest girl came in (Joanne was a little dream come true). She was a real hottie (brown on brown, with 'suck me' lips).

She spoke to me in very good English, and asked me, who I was, and what I was doing in bed with her mother. She added that her father would be home, very soon. I told her that I was her stepbrother Ralph, and that Father was dead. She took it hard.

I did wind up fucking Joanne, the twins, and Chrissie. The son I had to say 'no' to, but I don't think he minded much. I visited them for a month, and had a great time. I fucked their mother the whole time I was there, and the others in between, to let their mother rest.

When I left, I went to Tokyo, Japan. I met with my father's fourth wife (Yoke Metamora). She lived in a small town call Oshkoshy. They had a pearl business. They sold them around the world. The company's name was Cultured Pearl, Inc. The company had a nice little profit of about two million a year.

Yoke was very submissive, very demur, and very sexy. She told me that my father had met her 12 years ago, when she was fifteen. Her father and my father did business together. Her father had sold her to my father, for one hundred thousand dollars, and a share in the company.

I spoke to her father. He was a nice man. He told me that he would like to buy back his daughter. He was asking me, since I was the head of the family, now. I told him that she was not for sale. She could live her life, now, as a free woman. She could do as she pleased.

I was awoken by Yoke sucking my cock. She was very soft and very, very slow with her strokes. She would use her tongue to wrap my cock, and then lick all the way down to the hole of my ass. She moved her tongue all around, then back up to the top of my cock.

After she had woken me up I came fast! I lasted about twenty seconds, before Cuming down her throat. She did not miss a drop either. After she was done with me, I ate her. I tried to be just as slow. It didn't work. I had licked her ass, then up to her cunt, but as soon as I tasted her, I dove it with everything I had!

I sucked her off for about two hours. Then I fucked her pussy, then her ass. I fucked her mouth again, afterwards.

The next day, I meet with her father again.

"You are the head of the family," he said, "Yoke is yours, to do with as you please. But, if you do not keep her, I will claim her as mine."

I was confused for a bit, but Yoke said that she was my slave. It was only right that she belong with her master.

I said to her father "Well then, it looks like I have me a slave."

Here I am, a 23 year old, with a very sexy woman as a slave. And she was all too happy to make me happy. I don't think I got out of bed for about ten days. She took care of me, every minute of every day. If I had to piss, she had to hold me and clean me. If I shit, she was there to clean me. If I was hungry, she fed me. She asked me if she made me happy. I told her that she made me very happy. She asked me if we could drive up to the school where her daughters were.

I asked, "How old are they."

She told me they were ten, and they missed coming to see her. I asked her if she would like to have the girls with her all the time. She was so excited; she nearly knocked me off my feet. She asked if that was possible, I told her that it was. We went to Tokyo and got the girls. She told me that the girls were still virgins, and that it was my place as Head of Family, to deflower them.

I was totally blown away by her statement. She told me, that my father had told her that when they turned ten, he would deflower them. Their tenth birthday was last month. I told her I was not sure if I could do that. I was not my father, and didn't live his kind of life. She told me that they had known since they were five, that when they were ten, they would be deflowered. I told her I would think on it, and let her know what I decided.

After getting the girls and the intros out of the way, the two twins (Kyiv and Yuki) said "Father's Son, it is a great honor to greet you!" They were so adorable! Tiny, with ice blue eyes, cute as a button… And they were so soft.

We got back to the house at about dinnertime. Yoke made dinner, and she had the girls talk to me about their deflowering. They seamed so happy to have me take their virginity.

I was sitting in the front room thinking about two ten year old doll babies, wanting me to fuck them. Then Yoke came in, and said, "Master, your wards await your convenience."

I said, "Yoke, I have a problem with doing this. They are so young and sweet, don't you think that I should wait 'till they are older? Maybe sixteen, or so?"

Yoke took my hand and kissed my fingers.

"Master, they are yours to do with as you see fit. We all are. If you want them to wait, then they will wait."

When they came into me, Yoke left for a while. I just sat there, looking at them. Kyiv asked if something was wrong with them. I looked at her eyes, and said, "Kyiv, Yuki… I am scared that if I deflower you, it will hurt you. I don't want to cause you any hurt."

Yuki stood up and left the room, and came back with Yoke. They spoke in Japanese. Then Yuki took her clothes off.

"Father-san, I beg you! Take my gift to you. I give it freely. I will hurt more, if you do not take what I offer you now."

Kyiv did the same, and said, "I am not as wise as you are, and do not know what will happen in time. But I, too, give you my gift freely. Please take us, father-san."

I stood and said, "Girls, I am honored beyond anything that life can possible offer me from this day forth. Yes I will take your gift to me, and I give you one in return: my love to all three of you. Thank you all."

I made love to the three of them, with everything I could. We started at seven that night, which was on Friday. We made love till 11:00 Sunday night. I was truly a well-fucked man. They were overly fucked and very happy women.

They stayed with their Mother and me, when we returned to the states. Yoke came back as my First Wife.

We lived as a happy family for a few years. Yoke came and told me that Kyiv wanted to have my baby. I told her that Kyiv was too young. 13 was too young to give birth to a baby.

Kyiv was knocked up already with my kid, about a month or so later. Yuki came and told me that she, too, was with child. She wanted to have it. I just said ok. Yoke was the next to have a baby by me. I was waiting for it.

"Ok, you win. The more the merrier."

The girls gave birth to twins. Yes, each had twins, all girls. I had a hell of a start - six babies at once. They gave birth within a week of each other. Kyiv, Yukie, and then Yoke. It was a hell of a lot of noise, or it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Over the next year, Yoke got sick. She died just before Christmas. It was a sad time for all of us. The girls became more and more like their mother, over time. I just retreated inward. The girls tried to care for the babies, and me, but it was too much for them.

They asked to go and see their grandfather, in Japan. They left and never returned. Their plane crashed into the Potomac River, on takeoff. I was wiped out, spent, with nowhere to turn (or so I thought).

It was about a week after burying Yuki, Kyiv and the six babies (Ana, Toby, Winnie, Shasta, Brook, Ronnie). My family was gone, and now I had no one to love. I was ready for the funny farm.

My Mother called me and asked if I would like some visitors. I asked who they were. She told me that there was a young woman, with three young girls at the farm, looking for me. She told me to meet them at the airport, at 6:00pm that night.

I was there. As they came off the plane, I knew who it was. Joanne, Susan, Lisa, and Chrissie from Stockholm. Their mother had sent them to be with me, after she had heard of the death of Yoke and the girls.

Now Joanne was 17, the twins were now 15, and Chrissie was 12. They made my month. I just had to love them. They took me to places I had never known. I got Joanne knocked up with a baby (a boy), shortly after they came to see me.

I said, "I love you. Will you marry me, Jo?"

Lisa became pregnant with a boy, about a month after Joanne and I were married. Chrissie was pregnant with a boy, just after she turned fifteen. I married Joanne first. We had their mother give up the girls to us for adoption. Gwen came over, and spent two months with us. Günter was then nine. He asked if I wanted him to suck my cock.

I told him, "We need to talk, man to man."

Gwen asked me where we were going. I told her out to go suck off her daughters.

Günter and I were going to the farm with mom and my sisters. I told them that Günter needed to be shown what I man is like, and that men don't like to suck cock. They took Günter down to the farmhouse where Aunt Betty was, and they left him there. They told me that Betty would fix old Günter up in a week or two.

I called home, and told the girls to come to the farm for a couple of weeks. They showed up three hours later, with Gwen in tow. We spent two weeks there, and Günter never sucked another dick from that date, that we know of.

Gwen and Günter moved to the states, just after Günter turned ten. Gwen sold off that end of the company for seven million dollars. I took half. Gwen set up each of the girls, with their own bank account Günter got to have control over his mother, and their new baby girl, Arleen (Yes, Günter knocked up Gwen). They now live as man and wife, in Coudersport, in Potter County.

They tell us that they are happy to be living in the U.S., with their family. The shopping is great, and they can do almost anything they like. Gwen told me years ago that they loved the U.S. Hell, they loved everything to do with spending money.

After the girls were signed over to Joanne and me, I had them set up with schools, housing, and everything that a girl could ask for.

After about seven months there were all kinds of talk between the girls. That went on for more than a month. I had had enough of the back and forth between them. I went to my bedroom to lie down. Joanne came to me and asked if I would let another girl come live with us. I asked her who. She said, her cousin Katrina. I asked her how we were going to do that. She told me that Katrina was here, in the states.

"She lived with her grandmother (her dad's mom), since her mother died, six years ago".

I asked, "Isn't the grandmother going to say anything?"

She said, "The grandmother isn't expected to live much longer."

I told her ok. We called Greta, Katrina's grandmother, and told her who we were. When we said what we wanted, she asked us to come to Wisconsin, to meet with her.

We all went to Nova 'cosa to meet Katrina and Greta. Once there, I was informed that as head of the family, I was to deflower Katrina.

I asked if this was always done in her family. She told me that every girl, at the age of fourteen, was to be deflowered. The Family head might want to do her earlier, but that it was never later then fourteen. I said fine. We were then introduced. Katrina was a dead ringer for the 'Candy' (All but her eyes, they were a greenish gray) I had known a few years earlier.

I was told that all the women of the family were to be there to witness the deflowering.

I said fine. I took off my clothes, and both Katrina and Greta damn near shit, after seeing my cock. By this time I had grown some. My cock was a very nice 12 inches long, and 9 inches around.

They both said, in unison, "What a horse!"

Joanne laughed at their remark, and said, "Yah, and he does know how to use it, too!"

I fucked Katrina for about two hours, 'till she begged me to stop.

Greta asked, "Have you ever fucked a mature woman, Ralph?"

I said, "Many times. Why, would you like a little bit of heaven?"

She was as stunning at 75 years old, as she was tight. But she didn't last long. After about five minutes, she said she'd had enough. After we got dressed again, she asked if she could have another try at me, later.

Joanne said, "Grammy, you just rest up. When you're ready, Frank will fuck you good."

Greta said, "I thought you said your name was Ralph?"

I said, "I did. My name is Ralph Franklin Taylor, Jr."

"Oh," was her reply.

We stayed with Greta for about a week. The old girl really liked it up the ass, and she could swallow a cob, and then some. We talked about the life I had lived and of her own life. She told me that she hadn't had sex with anyone in almost 25 years.

I told her if she was twenty years younger, I'd have married her.

She told me, "If I were twenty years younger, you would not be walking."

We all laughed, at that one.

We all came back to Philly (Even Greta. She stayed at our home. We had the room.). I asked the girls if they had anything they wanted.

They all said, "YES, FOR YOU TO FUCK US, NOW!" Who was I to complain (I am not a fool)?

After a month or so, Katrina had fit right in with us. We all slept in the emperor bed we had bought. I had a ten-bedroom house built. Every one had their own room, but me.

About the time summer came around, Greta died. She had left a will with me, and a letter.

And it read:

TO A TRULY GREAT MAN

I didn't know you long, and my granddaughters told me you were a great man. After being with you, and getting to know you, I can only agree with them 100%. I've lived a full life, and I longed for death for so many years. But after being with you, I'd have sold my soul to the devil for a year with you. Thank you Frank, for making and old woman's last days happy ones.

I have but one thing to give you. I have said to my daughters many times, and to my granddaughter less then I should have.

That one thing is wisdom. I give you this, with all I can find in my heart. I can give you only my LOVE, and my granddaughters. Take them, with the love they are intended. To your women I say: 'If you find a good man, marry him. If you find a great one, fuck him till you are content and he will love you forever.'

Frank, love your girls forever, because they are yours - heart, body, and soul. I only wish I were there, also.

I love you. I only hope you will live long, and make lots of babies.

GERTA. With all my love.

Xoxxo

My life rolled on, after that. The girls started getting into working with me, to help build the family back up. We had 18 children over the next twenty years. They finished school, and started learning about the family businesses.

I was asked to oversee the company, as CEO of TNT, after we went international.

I was 30, and made NEWSWEEK and MONEY magazines, as the youngest multi-millionaire. That was 9/15/1987.

We built the company really well. We went from ten million, to three hundred million, in just under twenty years. Now, I am 47, next month. The wives are asking that I take another wife. They say a man needs plenty of women to love him. I keep telling them that I a happy with the five of them.

I have had other lovers, over the years. I will tell of them later, maybe. For now, I hope that I have shown some of you that life is what you make it.

Christ, just look at me, a poor boy from 'Farm-land, USA'. I made it to where I am today, with the help of some good loving women.

May your next day be as happy as my last? Thank God for all five of my wives. Joanne: age, 42; measurements 44D-28-38; a heart of gold, and a true mom to all our children. Lisa: age 40; measurements 42C-26-36; and a mind for money that very few can claim, she has made us very rich. Susan: age 40; measurements 40C-26-36; a true lover that can turn any sad face around to a smile, with a word or two. Katrina: age 39; measurements 38C-26-36; personally wise at telling someone where to go, and how to get back. Chrissie: age 37; measurements 37C-25-35; the Florence Nightingale of the family. My little fixer-upper. She just bring happiness to my heart.

In all the years since I married, I have never touched my children. Neither have any of my wives. They have never been with any man but me, since my father died. I love them, and they love me. I am told that a man is to enjoy women, as many as he can in life. But for a woman to be happy, can only happen when her man is content.

My wives say that all the time to me, "Sleep around with anyone, when you see fit."

They also tell me, "Make them carry your children. Enjoy their love for you, and never worry about us. We love you, and know that you love us."

I have lived that, for over twenty years now. The wives tell me that it is time to start to make new babies, with younger girls. The young ones can carry my babies, many times.

I told them to let our sons carry on making babies. Let the girls show their men that I raised them right. I can only hope that I live another twenty years, to see where life takes me.

ENJOY LIFE! IT ONLY COMES ONCE!

And, to the family that I am the head of, we are now 85 strong. We are still building. See me in ten years. Who knows where we'll wind up?

The One and Only Fintinman