Chapter 1
My father was Irish and came from just outside Dublin. At five the family came over to England and settled down in London, and he was brought up in the Church of England faith. At twenty he showed so much interest in ecclesiastical matters that he entered the church.
After the usual period of training, attending colleges, and three spells as curate in small country parishes, he was finally appointed as vicar of Meanwood, one of the poorer suburbs of Leeds.
With the living went a rambling old vicarage, situated right in the middle of the slums, and badly in need of repair.
Shortly before his appointment, on one of his annual short holidays in Eire, he had met my mother. The following year they had become engaged. She was the youngest of a family of eleven; and I guess she lept at the chance to get away from home.
My parents were a great contrast, father was moody, serious, and narrow-minded; mother on the other hand was gay, great, easy going and full of spirit. She set about making the best of her new home and did most of the decorating herself.
She was immensely popular with the parishoners, and did a lot of charity work amongst the poor. After two years I was born. I was the apple of my mother's eye, and she did her best to shield me from my dad's temper.
At first he was proud of me. . . and proud of himself for having produced such a fine, handsome, strapping son. God knows he worked hard enough to get me; he poked mother with monotonous regularity night and morning, even during her periods. This was, I believe, his only form of recreation and, having married her, he felt it was his right use her to the fullest.
Of course, other children followed with regularity, first a girl, another boy and two more girls. The living being poor, he could ill-afford such a large family, and was always bemoaning his lot. He began to get himself a great reputation as a scrounger.
I had my mother's good looks and my father's lust. This was to prove an excellent combination. As a baby my prick was my proudest possession, and I played with it and admired it in the bath and in front of the mirror. Little did I guess, to what excessive use I was one day going to put it, or how many holes it was going to ravish. Alas, at that tender age it was but a thing to pee through.
At eight I began to take a new interest. I had glimpsed my sisters in the nude and was curious over their differently endowed bodies. This led to some close inspections of certain parts of their anatomy. One told mother in front of the Vicar unfortunately, and the result was I had my first thrashing. Father used a leather belt for this purpose and from then on found a new hobby in which to indulge himself. Beatings in our household became a frequent occurrence; and punishment was meted out to boys and girls alike.
My brother, Douglas, and I used to sleep together; and we often used to handle each other's cocks, particularly after we reached the age when our little organs would stand up stiff. It wasn't really so exciting, but the fact that we were doing something we shouldn't caused us to derive a certain amount of pleasure from it.
When she was twelve, my eldest sister, Kate, started sprouting a few hairs round the top of her slit, and mother gave her a long talking to all about the birds and bees. She wouldn't allow me near her after that, but I used to fondle the younger girls. Molly and Monica between the legs and get them to hold my prick for me when I went to piss.
Just before my thirteenth birthday. I remember, getting a queer feeling when Doug squeezed my tool in bed one night. It seemed to grow harder than usual and started throbbing wildly.
I didn't really know what was going to happen; all I knew was that it was exciting, and I didn't want him to stop. I started to work my hips, so as to more the slender shaft back and forward under the loose skin he was squeezing over the knob. It was a wonderful thrill; but, when I came for the first time in my life, it hurt like hell, my prick smarted and my balls ached ... and yet I still enjoyed the lovely sensation.
It was nearly eighteen months before I succeeded in tossing off my brother. Of course I trained the young girls to perform this service for me in the meantime, and they had told me all about how they used to rub each other and the lovely feeling it gave them.
I'll never forget the day father unexpectedly walked into the broken shed, we called a greenhouse, and found Molly holding my cock. Both she and Monica had their panties down round their ankles and I had a hand up each of their skirts. He looked more like Satan himself than a pious vicar. He stormed and raved and marched us into his study.
There he lectured us for nearly half-an-hour, plying the girls with all sorts of questions. He gave me an awful hiding in front of my sisters and then put them over his knee in turn and spanked their bottoms till the poor kids nearly yelled the house down.
Mother came dashing up to see what was the matter; and, but for her, I think he'd have half killed us. Douglas had been out on an errand, so he escaped the massacre and took good care not to make the same mistake himself. The old man started spying on us from then on; so the only time we dare risk indulging in fun and games was when he was busy preparing his sermons.
Goodness knows why he spent so much time over it, one sounded much the same as the previous one to me.
At thirteen I got a scholarship to a public school in the East Riding and passed through the remainder of my schooldays with flying colors. I was good at all sports, and above average when it came to lessons.
Around seventeen I went on to medical school and spent the next five years qualifying for the medical profession. I often think of the capers we used to get up to in the labs and theatres.
Each week we used to receive a certain number of corpses for dissection. Some of these were from the hospitals and some had chosen to leave their bodies for medical research. A lot were middle-aged or elderly, but every now and then we got pent a nice young girl. On one occasion, when I was told to do a post-mortem on one of these and remove certain organs, I found the other students had placed her on her back on the slab, stuck a mop handle up her cunt and two small Union Jacks, the kind you decorate cakes with, were protruding from her tits.
Often in the mornings we would arrive to find some practical joker had arranged the bodies in lewd positions.
When I became attached to the General Infirmary, it was great fun examining the female patients and questioning them about their intimate lives. Once or twice I nearly over-stepped the mark but scraped out it by the skin of my teeth.
At twenty-three I passed my finals and father, managing to borrow two large sums from the more wealthy parishioners, bought me a share in a small practice in Ripon. The doctor was elderly and tine extensive country round had become too arduous for him. I got a third share, but of course had to perform most of the work.
My partner settled back to a life of semi-retirement on two-thirds of his previous salary. However, the agreement provided that on his death the practice would pass to me and that I should only have to pry his widow a small annuity for the few years she survived him. He died two years later quite suddenly from a heart attack and I settled down to a comfortable living as a highly-respected country practitioner.