WARNING:- This story contains references to underage sex.

NOTE: This is a true story, based on my experiences from about 1968-1997.
Diana Spencer
By Dr.T

Chapter 1
It was a cold, blistery day that Fall on Saturday morning as I left home in Brandon to catch up on some work in my office at the RAF Lakenheath Housing Office. I could tell that Old Man Winter was just around the corner, the leaves on the softwood trees in Brandon Park had left their branches and it certainly felt like snow was just about to begin falling. My Sunbeam Imp’s heater soon at my little car warm inside, as I travelled first down the Bury Road, then turned left onto Elizabeth Close, and then onto London Road to travel the 5 or so miles to the base.
We had been having a lot of trouble for ourselves, in a way, in the Housing Office at the base. Third Air Force headquarters at South Ruislip had decided to offer government quarters that were new, in nearby Thetford, as “Base Housing”. This caused a stir amongst the locals, as when Uncle Sam took over some property, he did so usually with a lot of profit to be made to the losing owners. In this case the losing owners were not really losing anything... they kept the ownership of the property and only leased out their homes to the Air Force on a 10-year lease. The result: Homes that would have maybe brought GBP (Great Britain Pounds)35 per month as private rentals, were now leased to the U.S. Air Force for GBP105 per month. As a result, the adjacent British landlords who had been renting privately to American Servicemen and their families were trying to bilk their renters an additional GBP 35-50 per month for similar accomodations. Uncle Sam never was accused of being smart when it comes to buying or leasing something.
These actions caused just that much more paperwork for us in the housing office.
By British law, we had to inspect for conditions, each house, and use British guidelines of rental pricings in a rent control type situation to the British landlord(s) owning these private rentals. By current Status of Forces Agreements between our State Department and the British Home Office, and our Department of Defense and the British Ministry of Defence, the guidelines applied for rental housing between private parties did not apply for leased facilities by the Department of the Air Force.
On yet another scenario, the whole system sucked, as far as the military member and his family were concerned. While on-base housing took about $105 per month from a ember’s paycheck he and his family lived on base. This new housing was 14 miles off-base, yet it was treated like “Base Housing”, which meant that he and his family gave up their $105 per month, but lived 14 miles off base.
I soon arrived at my office. I got the place heated up, and my British Housing Inspector, Retired British Army Captain Trebble, soon arrived as well. Capt Trebble and I had decided that we should work that day and try to catch up on all the Inspections filing, together with the rest of the documentation that we had to keep on the private rental housing agreements that the British landlords were trying to get out from under, that they had signed with their private renters, so that they could also pursue these higher leased rates.
Captain Trebble was a very decent, single, older gentleman. He had been a strong military leader in WWII and had served very honorably with the British Army Regiment under Lord Montgomery. He never would admit it, but rumor had it that when the War was over that he was in line to be knighted by then King George, but that his wife had left him because he had let his military service come first before his family, and King George, as symbolic head of the Church of England, was not about to knight a divorced man. Nevertheless, his stature in the British Army, plus his retirement and working for Americans at Lakenheath had given him a very honorable place, as a retired military Officer in most RAF Lakenheath activities.
Capt Trebble and I had been working about an hour when someone began knocking on the office door. I went to see who it might be and to let them know that the office was closed, as it was a Saturday. I was met by another older British gentleman, who had a little girl with him. He knew the office was closed, but he was seeking a “CaptainTrebble”, and wanted to know if he was here. He said he had travelled to Bury St. Edmunds and had found from Capt Trebble’s landlady that the Captain was at work, so since we were on his way home, he would stop by to see if he could find him. About that time,Capt Trebble, whose desk was in another room, heard our voices and his name being mentioned, and poked his head around the corner to see who it was that was visiting. The visitor saw him, and exclaimed “H.R.!” Capt Trebble was surprised and shouted “Major Spencer!” It had been 24 years since the end of the War since they had last seen each other in Africa. Needless to say, all sorts of war stories began almost immediately in their excitement to see each other.
Then I was being introduced to the gentleman and his daughter by Capt Trebble. The two ex-Army buddies went into Capt Trebble’s office to visit, and left the little girl in my care.
I was rather busy, so I could not spend very much time with her, so the next hour or so she played with the typewriters and copying machines in the office while I finished my work.
She was so cute that I could scarely keep my eyes off her as I worked. When I finished, the two ex-British Army Officers were still “deep in Africa” in their war stories. I briefly interrupted Capt Trebble by suggesting that I take Diana to the Base Snack Bar for Lunch and a private tour of the base. He looked at Major Spencer and the Major looked back at him as if to say “is this Yank okay to trust with his daughter?”, at which time Capt Trebble assured him that I was, and we departed in my Sunbeam Imp. I had bought this car new upon my arrival in England in 1966. It had left-hand drive, although in England we drove on the left. It was a “fun thing” to Diana... she had never sat in a car on the right hand side on a left laned road, and she did a little girl giggle.
At the Base Snack Bar I ordered the customary. I found that she also found it strange that we would put cheese on a hamburger... that our French Fries were nothing but British “Chips” as in Fish n Chips. She found our Coca-Cola was a bit sweet with our real sugar in it as opposed to the British Saccarahin, and she could not seem to drink enough of it. I had to “cut her off it” after about 6 drinking cups of it, as I could visualize that in a short time afterwards while I was driving her about the base showing her different places that she could develop into an almost instant need to pee, and I had no idea in some of the locales on the base where a Women’s room might be in mostly an all-male working environment.
Chapter 2
For purposes of easy identification, also, I will offer some pseudonyms for the characters in this story. Ana, Les, Iam, Ray-all easily identified if you stop and think about it for a bit.
We left the Snack Bar and climbed into my Imp. I opened the passenger side door for her and she climbed in. She had on a little girl’s pleated school uniform skirt with a hemline that showed her bare knees and lower thighs, with a button-down white skirt, black shoes and white socks common to little girls in her country at the time. Something had to be said for a country that required their school students to wear a standard style of dress totally unlike any gang-, or worse appearances of the USA schools. I closed the door after her and started around my Imp to also get in it. While I was walking around it, I noted that almost immediately, Ana was slipping her panties off and as I slid in behind the steering wheel, she was taking them from her feet and putting them into her purse.
“I hate these things,” she said. “My father always makes me wear knickers when we go out for a drive,” she added. The sight of her bare legs that I noticed as she rearranged herself pantiless on the seat caused my blood to start boiling. As I look back on this experience, it was probably a good thing that peophile attitudes had not yet developed into breaking the law yet. She was negative about doing much more than “showing it”... her virginity was very important to her as I would find out later. But as we progressed later on, she had very little concerns about “going native” when we were out and about in the countryside, at her father’s horse barn, or anywhere else we visited where there were no others around, just her and me.
We visited the American High School on base. As it was closed because of it being Saturday, we could not get into any of the buildings, but Ana was very appreciative of the wide open spaces in the classrooms, and what educational facilities were available in each classroom, such as gas faucets in the Science area, office equipment in the Commercial studies area, locker space in the Gymnasium area, etc. She advised that few schools in her country offered these enimities.
Then it was on to the Base Commissary. In her country they have supermarkets that are somewhat comparable to ours, but the quantities of various foods, and the selections seemed to truly amaze her. She had never seen Hersey’s Chocolate and Cadbury Chocolate side-by-side before. She was intrigued by the many different kinds of cheese. I took her to the warehouse section of the Commissary and explained to her about how the Commissary not only provided for family purchases of food, but that it also provided for dining halls, open messes, the Snack Bar we had just visited, as well.
I then took her to the Base Headquarters and showed her the emergency planning room, the “guts” of military operations. A friend of mine explained to her how the radar that we utilized in our early warning system worked and showed her actual moving “dots” on his radar board of Soviet MIGs flying about over eastern Europe. Following that, he suggested that I take her down to the flightline so she could see our fighter jets. A friend of his and mine who was a Pilot, had just “cleared” entry into the maintenance section where he and his Crew Chief were doing some last minute touch-ups on a maintenance job on his aircraft. We left and as we did, my friend was calling the Pilot to let him know we were coming.
On the way, those Cokes had been doing their job and Ana began fidgeting in her seat. I asked what was wrong and she advised she had to pee real bad. So I drove around a large hangar and stopped where no one was around. I got out of the car and met her on her side of the car, and she squatted down as I held her bare ass with my hands so she would not fall over backwards. She must have pissed a quart on that concrete decking. I gave her my handkerchief which she used to pat herself dry with, stood and climbed back into the car.
We were soon on our way again. In the process I had gotten my first good view of her little creamy-colored hairless “split” and it was evident that if we tried, we could very well learn to be more than just peeing buddies.
I cautioned her on being too “open” in her pantiless condition. I knew full well that she may be climbing up and into a cockpit, and advised her to slip her panties back on. I told her that I truly enjoyed viewing her little cunt but I did not want other guys to see her this way. The look she gave me on that remark definitely was one of appreciation. It was becoming very evident that what I had been doing with her, treating her to Lunch and then showing her about, was making a very definite difference in how she viewed me. I was somewhat hesitant because here I was... 24 years old and she was only 8 years old. I was 16 years old and just getting my first Driver License when she was born. But that cute little pussy without any hair on it was very convincing to me to be at least a little bit protective toward her, and her reaction was one that seemed to indicate that she understood completely.
We made our way out through the powered ground equipment section and I almost immediately found my Pilot friend and his aircraft, and his Crew Chief. They were about ready to start the engines on the airplane, but when they saw us coming they held off a bit.
Due to my position in the Housing Office previously, I had befriended the Major that we were now seeing. He had come to this oversea base and had had to leave his wife behind in the States because of his Mongoloid son’s medical condition. He had almost immediately come to our office when he got here, and it was just a quirk, but a very nice modern home that was a private rental had come open about 3 miles from the base in Lakenheath Village. I sent him there to see the landlord of it, and the rest was history. He never did forget my making a special effort to help him.
So now it was an occasion for him to make up for part of this assistance I had given him.
As soon as we got out of the car, he was right there, shaking my hand as I introduced him to little Ana. Then he was taking her to the ladder on the side of the airplane like a big old grandfather and inviting her to climb the ladder to the cockpit which was open. I was very thankful now, that I had had the forethought to have her put her panties back on, as as she was climbing that ladder, the Major’s face was only about a foot below her little ass. It was quite enough that he could look up and see her panties, but I felt that he did not have to see her nether lips of her vagina, or her little butt. When they got to the top he helped her to climb down into the pilot’s seat as he stood on the ladder and explained all the controls of the airplane to her. She was so excited about all this that I could envision her losing the control of her bladder or having to pee again, but she kept that under control, and then they were coming back down from the cockpit.
The Major’s Crew Chief, in the meantime, had disappeared. As the two of them were once back on the concrete tarmac, the Crew Chief came back. He invited us all into the Crew quarters where he had set up a documentary showing of what these aircraft would do in flight, and the two of them, the Maintenance Crew Chief and the Pilot proceeded to show us various attributes of that aircraft in flight. To say that Ana was excited would be a misnomer. We soon left, but not before Ana had done a “courtsy” to the Pilot. He was definitely “royalty” as far as she was concerned. How little did we ever realize...
We started back to the Housing office and we were no more out of earshot of the Major and the Crew Chief, and Ana was once again removing her panties. And then she had to pee once more. So we stopped and once again I assisted her. Then we were pulling up outside the Housing Office and she quickly put her panties back on so her father would not see what she had done. As we came back in the office she was excitedly exclaiming all I had shown her, to her Daddy. He and Capt Trebble had been patiently waiting for our return (we had been gone about 3 hours). With our return, Major Spencer profusely shook my hand and thanked me for showing his daughter such a good time, and then they were gone, to head back home. But I heard him tell Capt Trebble that he would be returning, perhaps the next week, and with that, he turned to me and told me that he wanted to take the good Capt and myself to Lunch when he returned.
Chapter 3
The following Thursday, Capt Trebble caught me as he walked into the office. He said that the previous night that Major Spencer had called him to invite him and me for Lunch the next day and the Officer’s Club. Trebble said that I could not go in the Officer’s Club because I was Enlisted, or a Sergeant. To that Spencer told Trebble “not to worry” that he “had connections”. Trebble said that he did not question Spencer’s “connections”.
Spencer pulled up outside in his Worsley sedan. He came in and asked me if I and Trebble were ready. I advised him that I could not go to the ‘O” Club and he replied “Nonsense... I dare them to stop me from taking you.” How little did I know (it would be about 11 years before I finally figured that one out!).
We went to the ‘O’ Club with Spencer leading the way into the door. He “whipped out” his wallet and showed someone something and the Greeter looked at him, Trebble, and me, and I could tell that Spencer had showed him something important, because from then on it was “Yes, Sir”, “No, Sir”, “anything you want, Sir”. Some full Colonel came in and saw me and started to say something, but the doorman came over to him and he just gave everyone a dirty look, and walked out. I was having a “blast” and I didn’t even know why or how it came to be.
We had our Lunches and the Major was very enjoyable. He could not thank me enough for entertaining his daughter the other day. She had gone home with him and when her mother came to get her, she couldn’t contain her excitement of what all I had shown her at the base. Her mother and father were separated and living apart, and Ana’s custody was with her mother... her father had temporary custody of the kids on the weekends. I assured him that this was the kind of upbringing I’d had when I was a rancher’s son back in Washington. He then inquired about what kind of ranch my Dad had, so I explained this to him. It turned out that he was a “rancher” too... a sheep rancher as compared to my Dad’s cattle ranch. I then explained the values of being a cattle rancher as opposed to sheep rancher, where the latter requires a lot of good fencing, a good herd dog, and oftentimes long periods away from home and living in a herder’s wagon, and of course the snide jokes about sheepherders and their ewes, of which he got a good laugh, as he knew very well what I was talking about.
We finished about 2 p.m. and the Major returned home, with Trebble and I returning to our office. The Major wanted to see me more, so he invited me to his home near Northhampton, the following weekend. It was an experience that I had no idea of what it would be all about, as a “ranch” in this country was not at all like a ranch in the USA!
That “ranch” was an estate! Complete with a 3-storied mansion that set on a ¼ acre of ground, with gravelled unfenced yard that was joined by a gravelled “trail” leading to a horse barn about the size of the mansion that housed about 20 head of racehorses, and buggys and all the accessories for the older generations to use before the automobile came into being. Far out beyond the horse barn was the sheep pasture fencing, on one side of the “ranch”. Closer in, to the mansion and on the other side of it from the horse barn, was the servant’s quarters, a small man-made pond complete with island in the middle, and adjacent planted forest with all sorts of non-native trees to this country’s countryside. The size of this estate, or ranch, was about the same size as my Dad’s place... about 1000 acres, but that is about where the similarity stopped.
My wife had no idea of any of this existing, and she had preferred that she could go and do her own thing when I went there that following Saturday, so she stayed home. I pulled into the Major’s driveway and was met by Ana, who had come to visit her dad once more.
He had told her that I was coming, and she was very excited at seeing me pull into the driveway. When I got out of my car, I was met with a little girl hugging me hard in her excitement. She then took me by my hand and led me into the mansion where the Major was sitting in his drawing room and stood, welcoming me.
He said that he and Ana had decided that she would show me about the “ranch” emphasizing that word in such a way that he obviously “found” that his place, or estate, compared in his mind to a real American sheep ranch, which he seemed to envy. With that, he instructed Ana to show me “everything” there was to see... the breeding barns, the horse barn, the pasture, the sheepherder wagons, introduce me to the sheepherders (who turned out to be Basque, like here in the States, and could speak little English). She wanted to know if I wanted to ride a horse or to walk. I normally do not trust horses, from experience of not knowing how they might react to a strange rider or how they might react to someone who rides different than the type of riding done by people dressed in those little funny cats, red jackets, white socks, etc. So I replied that I’d like to walk.
We took off to the horse barn. Once again she was wearing her schoolgirl outfit, pleated short skirt, knee-high white socks, white button-down blouse, and a light blue sweater.
But because we were walking and the grass might be wet (it normally is, in that part of the world), she had swapped her normal street shoes for a rubberized pair of knee boots, in the horse barn. As she stripped off her street shoes, she reached up under her skirt and removed her panties, too, as she was out of eyesight of her dad. She balled them up and asked that I put them in my hind pocket, which I did. She then got out a canteen and filled it with water and gave it to me to carry for her, explaining that there was few places where we could get water if we got thirsty. She then offered me some of this well water... it was certainly tasty, as natural spring water, and then she drank some, too.
We then
departed.

The Major’s “ranch” consists of gentle rolling hills. Ana pointed out the far off sheep pasture and showed me where her grandfather, great grandfathers, Uncles had begun their sheep operation 500 years ago. It was readily evident... she loved this place and was very thankful of her inheritance in the Spencer tradition. She was also a “little bit naturalist” and she was constantly telling me about how she loved to get in nature and be “nature”.
At first I did not know what she was trying to say, but as we got out further, it was evident... she stopped and removed all her clothing, and placed it in the backpack bag she had brought. She was now completely naked as the day she was born and truly a little Greek goddess.
Then she wanted me naked, too. I hesitated because my moral upbringing had taught me to be careful around a young girl like that, all kinds of “legal” things could occur. But she kept at it, and soon she was unbuttoning my shirt, releasing my belt, and pulling my shirt from my shoulders, then slipping my blue jeans and underwear down my legs. She reached down in front of me, bending over to untie my shoes and remove them and my socks as well before slipping my pants and underwear from me. Her cute little ass brought a reaction to me that I did not know possible for a young gal to give a 22-year old man.
As she straightened she exclaimed a “Wow!” at my now swollen cock. She said that she had never seen one that looked like mine... her brother and father “sported” those “things” as she called them but that they had a little bit of skin over the ends of theirs. She wanted to touch it, and when I told her she could, she reached down with both hands and did far more than touch it as she cradled it in the palms of her hand and then she reached down to kiss it, saying that no one had ever let her touch theirs before. She then said that she felt a little different with me because I had accomodated her so well when she had to pee those two times she had pissed at the base the other day, and she had held my cock while I pissed that one time. We then stuffed my clothes into her backpack as well. It got pretty full, so I told her that I would carry it on my back while she walked ahead of me on our hike.
Ana could not keep her eyes off my swinging cock as we walked. Although she was supposed to walk ahead of me, leading the way, she was drawing back to the side of me.
We had hardly gone 500 feet until she turned and reached down once more and took my hardened cock into her left hand. I could no longer contain myself and turned, pulling her nakedness against me. She was far from being someone I felt I could fuck because of her age and development, but her behavior was definitely indicating that she was “falling in love” with me as much as her little girl puberty-less would allow. We kissed a father-daughter kiss. She could not understand why I would want to poke through her lips with my tongue at first, but then when I explained to her that this is what mommys and daddys do, she seemed like she could not suck my tongue enough! I reached down and cupped her naked buttocks with the palms of my hands, and rubbed my stiffening cock against her bare pussy mound and tummy button. She continued to stroke my hardness with her hands and then I was shoving up against her virgin pussy lips and flooding her bare tummy’s surface with my cum.
Spent, we lay down in the grass, not caring how wet it was, as I massaged my white heat liquid into her bare skin and we continued to kiss like long lost lovers.
Chapter 4
We temporarily dozed off, our bare arms and legs wrapped around each others torsos and legs, as we kissed as much as our age differences would allow. I awoke about 30 minutes later and Ana had pulled apart from me and was sucking my limp cock. I pulled her from it and told her that we should not be doing this and she began crying... it was as if she had falled in love with me and hated the thought of not being with me like she wanted.
I held her close until she quit crying in my arms and then we stood and after we both drank some water from the canteen, I put the back pack on my shoulders and we began walking again. She showed me all around her Daddy’s “ranch” and then we stopped behind some bushes where we both peed and held and fondled each other some more. She then took my cock in her mouth and sucked my cum from me, cupping the flow in her palm and then rubbing it on her bare pussy lips. We wiped ourselves and then got dressed, with her continuing to leave her panties off. We proceeded down the trail to the breeding barns for the sheep. I could visualize in a couple of years of taking her there for her “breeding” as well.
Some of the ranch hands were there, and there was some breeding going on. When Ana would see some Ewe “getting it’ if there was no one around within sight she would stroke my cock through my fly on my pants. This little 8-year old girl knew a lot about animal husbandry, but after all... she was a “farmer’s daughter” and had been around sheep fucking most of her life!
Ana was one-of-a-kind. Without concern for what would become “proper” later on in her life, or what the idea of what she was all about, today-long after her untimely death-it is only fitting that I bring this to you because this is exactly how she would have wanted it.
This is evidenced by her Diaries that the Butler has just recently allowed to be publicized and what he wrote his book on. Royal British thought has to be the most despicable scenario to show otherwise about this gem of womanhood that existed amongst us, and her pre-adolescent lifestyle was no exception!
It became obvious that this little sweetie was going to have some emotional problems if I did not get her out of that breeding barn. She was actually getting horny much to my amazement because I did not see how she at her pre-puberty stage could get horny.
Maybe more “inquisitive” would be a better word, but she definitely knew what my cock was all about, and it wasn’t only to pee with.
We left the barn and she would not find a patch of trees, bushes fast enough. In fact she ran ahead of me in her search and I saw her go behind a clump of flowers and bushes aboout 8 feet high. She was about 50 feet ahead of me and by the time I got there she had stripped naked once more and was waiting for me, giggling in her lust. I shucked off my clothes and she was pulling on my cock. We lay down on our clothes into a ‘69’ position and as I licked her clitoris she was sucking on me like there was no tomorrow. It probably was a good thing she had not started menustrating, if she had and I had been capable, Major Spencer would have become a grandfather in about 9 months from then.
We rested once more after I had shot my cum all over her chest, neck and tummy. She had been on the ground beneath me on her back. My tongue was actually in her groove when I felt my hot juices begin slipping up from my nuts into my dick and then firing off onto her. Her little bare thighs squeezed my head in excitement as I pulled my dick from her mouth with her whimpering sweet love talk at me. She lost some control of her bladder in excitement and I began licking the salty emissions from her. Afterwards we would lay together in our nakedness and I quickly got the impression that this little doll had fell in love with her “man”, as little girls normally do with some older man that is around them alot.
We then dressed. I had forgotten that her panties were still in my hind pocket. It was a wonder that she did not get caught not wearing them by the Major. We got back to the mansion and found her daddy in his Study. Once again, like what had happened at the base when I had given her the tour that started most all of this, she was excited about telling the Major how she had shown me EVERYTHING (how little the Major really knew about “everything”) there was to show on the place. The Major looked at me and frowned... saying that it was probably a good thing she was so young and that I was already married... he did not envision anytime soon of gaining a son-in-law that was a Yank, but that his daughter seemed to have fallen in love with me.
I had planned to return to Brandon and my wife that night. But now the Major was asking me to stay the night with him and Ana, because he wanted me to meet his ex-wife, and his other children who were staying with their mother, when he returned Ana to her mother the next day. He said that I could follow him and Ana in his car, with my car following him through the English countryside (Secretly I envisioned Ana, yes, would accompany him in his car with me following-I’d probably be following alright, having a hard time keeping my thoughts on driving my car as she had her head in my lap doing what she liked to do so far!). I hesitated a bit and kiddingly asked Ana if she wanted me to stay as well. We nearly “lost it” when she jumped into my lap, excitedly asking me to stay. It was a good thing that the Major had turned around at the precise time he did... her little bare cunny came into view as she settled down temporarily into my lap. I then whispered to her that she had better do something about getting my panties out of my hind pocket and back on. She was ingenious at things like that, and she made the announcement that she was going to take me to the guest room to show me where I’d be sleeping. We left and she led me down a hallway and into a nicely furnished guest room and shut the door, and she began giggling uncontrollably at having almost been discovered without panties in the presence of her daddy. Then once more she pulled the zipper of my pants down and before I knew it was sucking on her “lollipop” as she called it. I reached down and slipped my forefinger into her softness between her legs. Something had happened, probably due to our recent sexual activities and I’m not sure to today why, but her hot sweetness was present as my fingers delved in her young girlish heat. As that developed she released my cock from her mouth and stood and we were kissing in complete passion as I continued to massage her pubic area.
After about 5 minutes of this, I pulled apart from her, advising that we had better quit it and return to her father in his Study. She gave me a little girl’s pouting look and then we opened the door and returned the way we came. Her dad announced that it was time for her to feed her lambs. I announced that I would stay behind this time and visit with him.
Ana’s hurt was evident to me once more as she gave me a pouty look, but she did not make an issue of it and left to take care of her chores.
I could tell that the Major definitely liked me. We had a lot in common in a certain way, although he was a landed gentry and I was little more than a small rancher’s son. He had his military career behind him and was retired from it, and I was just beginning mine. But we both had experience in animal husbandry, he with his sheep and me with my dad’s cattle. We both understood fencing, weather and grazing conditions, veterinary concerns, marketing adventures for our yearly animal crops, how to resource the natural environments to our advantages as ranchers. His had been one of wealth in background and the Royalty definitely played in his life... his kids had all been born in the Queen’s summer home in Sandringham and from time-to-time they actually played in the surrounding playgrounds with the kids of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip. He expressed a certain fondness for the Queen but did not think much of her demonstrated intelligence, and he disliked Philip with a passion, saying Philip was one of the meanest jerks around. About this time Philip had made a disparaging remark someplace in Europe in a speech when asked about death and related affairs, and he had said that when he died, he hoped he would be incarnated again as a deadly virus so he could eliminate the pain and suffering that mankind had caused in this world. No, Philip was not his favorite ‘boy”.
The Major, like many senior officers that I have experienced, definitely had a drinking problem. His was in Sherry, a wine-like liquid that many British consume in what they consider to be a decent drink for the “proper” etiquettes and behavior. But taken to extreme, it would prove disasterous, much like too much wine or Scotch whiskey, or the American bourbon. Major Spencer was a “lush” in that regard, perhaps his past as a military officer in Africa during World War II and the aftermath of being in those societal circles of highballs, and other social settings contributed to that. Today he had been drinking accordingly (and as Ana would point out later than nite, today was no exception), so that when Ana returned from doing her chores, and the cook had placed Dinner on the table, the Major took a couple of bites and in a drunken state said that he was tired and was going to bed. He told me in the presence of Ana to enjoy myself (how little did he know) and to have a good night’s rest... that he would see me in the morning.
Ana and I were left alone in the Dining room. She was once again almost livid with lust and it was just a matter of time and she was naked on her back on the dining room table, her thighs spread wide as I was eating hot pussy with her running her fingers through my hair in lust whimperings. I felt her excitement developing in the sweet fluids that were escaping from her pussy and then she was pushing with all her might at the back of my head as she seemed to explode in orgasm with her naked inner thighs “squeezing” in their scissor-like manipulations of my face and ears. Afterwards she made me lay back on the table and what she prepared for her “meal” I’ve never experienced again... The British have a very delicious meal called Yorkshire Pudding, made with breaded-like pudding and roast beef. The cook had prepared this for our Dinner tonight before he left, and Ana had further developed it to her own taste for this special occasion. Except she had left out the roast beef and now my cock was the meat. She did not bite it off, or even bite it to hurt me, but those little lips definitely milked my hot cum from me and down her throat as she swallowed what we thought to be (more later on this) my fertile seeds down into her tummy.
Chapter 5
Ana’s sex had transformed somewhat this day. Where her hot seepings and virginity were all too apparent as in an eight-year-old body, our ministrations of my rubbing and kissing and touchings of her inner thighs and pussy were producing some extra-ordinary results.
Her labia was showing much more pronounced and while I had not shoved my cock into her baby-like smooth vaginal lips, her excitement had created a bit more swelling of those hot folds of flesh between her naked thighs, and now her labia was almost extending out to be massaged by my cock’s hot seepings of my pre-cum. And the sweet odor escaping from her hot young body definitely was not one of piss.
Our lust... was unequalled. That Yorkshire Pudding as all over our naked bodies as she had poured the gravy onto my cock and balls and then “ate” me until I squirted my hot syrupy white spendings into her mouth and on her naked breasts as she crawled up to kiss me full on the lips, her nakedness slipping and sliding against my nakedness as I grew once again into hardness in my cock.
We finally grew tired and spent at out lustful Dinner. We cleared the dishes and wiped off the table with cum and pudding gravy running down our naked bodies, leaving the dishes in the sink in the kitchen for the cooks to clean the next morning. We then decided that we should bathe ourselves and progressed to the bath, where we shared a shower stall. I washed her and she washed me, both of us pissing in the shower together as we cuddled nakedly together. She wanted to suck me once again, but I would not let her... I wanted to bathe first and then ravish her in bed in the guest room that was prepared for me. But first we tip-toed to the Major’s room to ensure that he was definitely sleeping. We did not want him waking up to Ana’s screaming in her lust as I bathed her with my tongue, naked in bed. He was definitely passed out from his drinking... if it would have been possible and she would have been fuckable at that time, and I was capable of making myself a daddy with her, the Major would have stayed passed out for nine months and would have probably slept through her pains of childbirth from having our baby.
Ana did not even try to sleep in her bed that night. Instead she spent a whole naked night in my bed, curled in my arms all night. It seemed like we did not sleep at all, but I’m sure we dozed off some. At about 6:30 a.m. the next morning after we had exhausted all our sex drives, we dressed and went to the Dining Room for some Breakfast, where the Major was beginning to eat his meal, too. He had awoken and found Ana’s bed not slept in, and inquired of her of this. She quickly made up the story that she was so excited of me being in the mansion that she could not sleep, so she quickly made her bed and went to my room, where we talked most of the night. She added that when she did grow tired, she sat up in one of the stuffed chairs and dozed, while I went to sleep, and that we both had woke up that morning about 4 a.m. and continued to talk about all sorts of different things about how life was like in the States as compared to England, and what I wanted to eventually do with my life. She was particularly interested in what kind of wife I had, and I depicted a very serious concern in her voice and mannerism as if there was a good possibility that I may not have been happily married, and that maybe I would consider separating from my wife and when she, Ana, turned Legal, divorcing my wife and marrying her, by offering subtle hints at me concerning raising my kids in the future and possibly becoming a rancher’s wife in the States. That idea was very appealing to me, given what I had experienced with her both at the base and yesterday and last night. I thought to myself that Ana could very well fit into my life, if she did not drain me of all my life-giving fluids, first.
We behaved ourselves the rest of that morning, preparing for her return to her mother and siblings. And then we were off, with the Major leading the way in his Worsley. Ana had whined and cried at wanting to ride with me, so he relented. When I got in the car after seating her, she advised that she was going to keep me sucked dry all the way to her Mother’s house. I had to get stern with her, as much as I really did not want to, and cut this behavior off, as all that had to happen would be for the Major to look in his rear view mirror and not see her head through my windscreen as she was sucking on me, and then there would be Hell to pay, and then some. I definitely wanted this little relationship to continue, and we did not need anything to happen to break it up. At that time there were no peodiphile laws in the United Kingdom, but there was a Statutory Rape/Carnal Knowledge one, and of course I had the Uniformed Code of Military Justice of the Air Force to contend with as well. But still when we began our journey, she raised her little ass off the seat temporarily and pulled her panties off. And as much as possible just so her Daddy could not see anything in his mirror, that cute little bare cunny did enough “winking” at me to the point that it was hard to keep my thoughts on driving.
The Major and I had not pre-planned this trip thoroughly to include signaling with my headlights in case we had an emergency or someone had to use the bathroom. We had travelled about 30 minutes and Ana announced that she had to pee. About 5 miles further there was a rest stop on the motorway so I pulled in to it, flashing my lights at the Major who was well ahead of me and had already gone by the Exit Motorway sign. Ana noticed this and exclaimed that we had “lost him” for awhile and almost had her fingers on my pants zipper before I could even answer her. I gently pushed her hand away while I parked the car at the most remote spot I could find in that big parking lot, and as soon as I did park, she had her lips engulfing my now hard cock. I reached over to her bare ass and fondled her pussy and buttocks and almost before I knew it, she was drinking my hot cum down into her tummy. We then straightened up a bit, re-arranging our clothing and got out of the car and locked it, and strode into the toilet area. We met outside afterwards and kissed and my cum taste definitely was still on her mouth, so I suggested we get a couple of bowls of ice cream and eat that, so that when we got to her mothers no one would guess that she had been eating my “cream”. She got her favorite, Vanilla, and I got mine, Strawberry. We ate our ice cream, laughing and talking, definitely in love as much as a 27 year old man and a 9 year old girl could be. The looks on most of the others in the restaurant was that some Daddy was entertaining his daughter for the day... one older English gent with a cane even came over and remarked about how much my “daughter” looked like me-he must have had a serious vision problem in his old age. As soon as he ambled on to another area, Ana began giggling, and kiddingly asked if I would put her on my Passport as my child so she could return to the States with me when I went home on my military transfer. Yes, she was falling in love and I was not far behind her.
We then returned to my car. As we were leaving, we noticed the Major was just exiting the Motorway to come in to the Rest Area. We stopped as he pulled up alongside us and he advised that he had seen me flashing my lights at him as we exited, but that he could not stop on that limited access motorway, and had had to drive another 30 miles before he could find an Exit. He did exit there and then it was another 30 miles back to this Exit-a total of 60 miles of travelling just to get here. He asked that we wait for him while he went to “take a leak”. At this time I quickly realized that Ana could boss him around a lot.
She chastized him for getting so far ahead of us that he could not pull off at the Exit when we pulled off. His look clearly gave me the idea that she could boss him around and he would take it. When he exited his car to go pee, Ana reached over and kissed me and said that if she had known he was going to take an hour to rejoin us, that we could have gone and rented an hourly Motel room to thoroughly enjoy each other. Her mouth, from eating the ice cream, I noticed, no longer held the taste of my cum on it and I told her so. She said that she could “fix that in an instant” but I told her to cool it, that we had a lot to lose if we ever got caught doing the things we were doing.
Chapter 6
The Major soon came out of the Toilet area, and came over to us, saying he wanted to go into the Gift shop and get a bottle of Sherry. Ana “came unglued” at him, and ordered him to return to his car. He behaved like a scolded puppy and went over and got into his car and pulled out with us following him. I made mention of her treatment of him, and she brought me up to date on that. She advised that he was such a lush that her mother would not live with him any more because he just about always was drinking. Sometimes he would get drunk and pass out such as was the case almost last night. Her older sisters did not like this drinking and would not visit him except on special occasions, and her brother was too young to stay with him much. She felt sorry for him and was old enough so that her mother allowed her to stay with him on the weekends. He obviously appreciated this and as time drew on, he found that it was to his benefit to do what Ana ordered him to do.
With that, she slid down in the seat and laid her head on my lap. She said that now that I knew, that she was not really all that concerned about what her father saw or did not see, in his rear view mirror. She soon had my cock pulled out through my fly and she drifted off to sleep using it as a pacifier. What a world!
In the subsequent tossing and turning of her bod on the passenger seat next to me as I was driving, her pleated skirt worked itself up her creamy bare thighs and I was soon fondling her nakedness as I drove. She was obviously tired and dozing from all the activity of last night, but each time my forefinger would touch her love button her cute little ass would twitch its approval, and I could feel her tongue on the end of my cock in her mouth.
This little girl was definitely smart. Her ranch experience had made her used to the aspects of animal husbandry that applied to human beings. Later experiences would indicate to us that we probably could have entered into a full-blown fucking if we had pursued it with any kind of meaningful caution so as to not hurt her precious little cave, but we did not know that at the time. And it was just as well, because later on when she married it was a very important thing that her hymen at that time was intact. And... my nuts were going off, my cock would get soft, and her loving adoration of me in our “father-daughter” appearing relationship could not be matched. She just loved to kiss me and cuddle with her hand inside my fly, or after she had my cock outside my pants or with my pants down, so she could cradle my hardness in her palm(s). If we had both been 10 years older, I thought at the time, there was virtually no scenario that we could not have pursued as a husband and wife, regardless of our difference in ages. Her love for me seemed to only allow for complete attention and adoration. I had never before experienced such love attention to me from a non-Asian girl or woman. In the Orient, this is often the case, but our Western society did not teach this to our females. It was almost as if this cute little beauty in her own right had matured to womanhood and was seeking to keep her man happy like what is the case to be found in Japan, Taiwan, China, and to some extent, Korea, between the physical and mental lusts of adult sex. Perhaps this could be traced back to her mother’s and father’s behavior toward each other where her father was often chastised for his drinking binges as her mother expressed openly her sexual needs to her husband in his drunken state. Ana had obviously experienced a lot of this and as a result in her own little younger mind had made up in her mental constitution to be more open and assuring toward the guy she would eventually mate with. I had probably “rushed” things a bit by giving her a once-in-a-lifetime experience when I took her around the base, showing her everything. This would imprint on her mind for years to come, as I found out later, and now with us still in the process of my getting to know her and her family, probably in her mind I was going to be the “one and only”. As Iater realized even while she was still alive, I often cried at night in my own bed some 7000 miles away, at missing her and wanting her again, and I know that by her Emails to me that she experienced this too. But I am getting ahead of myself, here.
We soon arrived at her mother’s home. I could see the Major pull into a driveway that looked like a private residence, so I woke Ana up. She sat up and recognized the place almost immediately, and began straightening her clothing, and slipped her panties back on. She gave me a quick kiss, saying more was to come later somehow. Then we were exiting my car and meeting her mother, brother and older sisters. Her sisters were exacto impressions of Ana except they were brunettes. Her brother was sorta cute in his knee-high socks, bermuda shorts and little “polo” shirt. Ana would caution him on behaving himself around me... she was somewhat afraid that his British-related hijinks may spill over somehow to irritate me. In truth, nothing could be further from that truth, but her concern for me very much dictated that I be allowed the peace and contentment required to make me feel at home.
After exchanging pleasantries, it was obvious that Ana’s mother and father did not get along well, because they began arguing about the simplest of little concerns.
Mrs. Frances
Shand Kydd felt that her ex-husband lush had not supervised his daughter well by allowing her to ride with me (a stranger to this point in time to her) in my car. She knew all too well how Ana would chastise her father for his binge drinking, and she obviously felt that had Ana been riding with him that she would have kept him from drinking as he drove along. He tried to instill in her that Ana had already chewed him out over this and that he did not dare take a sip of anything as he drove ahead of us, but Mrs. Kydd would not buy this explanation and it developed into a shouting match in front of all of us. Then Ana grabbed her dad and hugged him and told him to be on his way, as she did not want to see a full-blown fight between her father and mother, and he came over and shook my hands. He said that he would be down at the base again the following week and this time take Trebble and I to Lunch at a nice restaurant that the Queen often visited, near the Newmarket Race Track, and to keep the following weekend free because he expected me to visit each weekend to his ranch, now that we had gotten to know each other better.
Ana’s face really lit up at this invitation, as her mother continued to scowl at him. And then he was leaving.
It was very obvious that about half the Major’s problems with his drinking could be attributed to his wife’s behavior and attempted strict control over their family. The Major was a very much realist, as are most ranchers concerned about animal husbandry, and did not have much time for what they considered to be absolute nonsense. Nonsense to him was having strict control over his favorite daughter. Ana was a very dependably positive example of common sense that she had learned around his sheep ranch in watching the shepherders take care of the bands of sheep (a band of sheep consists of 1000 animals, and I would later learn that the Spencer estate owned nearly 6 bands and was constantly seeking pastures to rent for sheep consumptions). In those moments of care it was not uncommon for her to be exposed to the 4-letter words often used by caretakers of animal husbandry. A fuck was a fuck, a cock a cock. Some of these shepherds were with the sheep so much that they had “lost” their reasoning (and language) of being a human being. I knew that in my own experience in the States that some of these shepherds were “so far out” that visits to them high in the mountains during the summertime would find them crawling around on all fours, “banting away” like a sheep, and more than one time has been spent about how their ewes took care of their sexual needs as well. It is a scenario that not many readers here can identify with, but nevertheless is very much true in the mountains of southern Idaho, the north Cascades of Washington State, where the American bands of large sheep herds can be found. Ana experienced seeing this as well this as well, and probably the conversations she overheard well trained her to expect many things that a city girl or a more restrained girl would not know about or experience.
We had arrived almost precisely at the time that Mrs. Kydd had everyone dressed up to go to church. It was also obvious that she definitely had designs on her happy little daughter to attend that church as well, but she did not expect her daughter to have the company of a heretoknown stranger... me. As it was getting late in the morning she told Ana and I to make ourselves at home while she took her other kids to church, and then they left. They were no more than out of sight and once again Ana’s panties came off and she was all over me right out there outside in the open! This gal was really hot after my loving!
She led me to the house and to her bedroom, and in a matter of seconds were were both stripped naked. My hardness was stolen to her mouth. I pulled it out of her, swept her nakedness into my arms and she threw her arms around my neck and began kissing me once more as I carried her to her bed, my hard cock flipping around beneath her. I lay her gently on the bed and then lay next to her in a 69 position. As she once again covered my cock with her mouth and began sucking me in earnest, I spread her naked thighs and began lavishly seeking her love button with my tongue. I must have “hit” something because it was only a few seconds and I felt her squeezing my pistoning cock in her mouth as if she had definitely “gotten a nut”.
The past 24 hours had definitely drained a lot out of me, and this time I was beginning to wonder if I could cum at all. But Ana also realize this and she made that much more effort to make me explode. And explode I did, about 6 more of her “getting her nut”(s) later, with miniscule drops of my cum to shoot out of the end of my dick to puddle on her little undeveloped tits. We then turned ourselves around and locked our tongues together and drifted off into nevernever land.
The clanging of the church bell tower bells signalling the services over with at the church Frances Kydd had taken Ana’s siblings to woke us up. We kissed a long kiss, and got up, and quickly took a shower together, agreeing that we had to stop this loving making for awhile so we could recharge our bodies. We then straightened up her bed, and got dressed. This time she wore her panties... as if she knew full well that I did not have the resources in my nutsack to do her any good for awhile.
We were watching church services on the telly when Kydd returned with the others. Right away I could tell tdhat Kydd was impressed with me... I had her daughter dressed right and watching church on the telly. If only she had been there a half hour sooner! Instead of watching the telly, I may have been watching the back shoulders of a Bobby hauling me off to the slammer! On their return, Kydd had dropped off at the local fish n chips shop and had brought enough home for all of us to eat, of freshly deep-fried fish and what we Americans called French fries. I later joked to Ana that that fish tasted not quite as fishy and sweet as a certain part of her torso, which got me a full wet kiss with her tongue fucking my mouth.
Afterwards, young Charley, her brother would want to show this new friend of hers, me, some of his toys and toy area. The two of them then proceeded to take me out to his play area that had been prepared for Ana and her sisters before Charley had been born, by their father. This consisted of a garage-like room detached from the main living quarters that afforded Mrs. Kydd to be able to have a straightened house without the normal toys laying around all over the place.
Ana seemed a little distant from her sisters and they did not talk much. But she more than made up for it with her brother with whom she was obviously very close. He was so cute in his actions and no matter what I did, I could not dispel his “Mr.” at me everytime he said something to me. And as he told me all about his toys and would temporarily look away, the looks that Ana gave me clearly indicated that her lust for me was coming back.
I did not know, and could not figure out, how we would be able to do anything about it that afternoon, both from my inability to cum any more, plus being in the presence of others and not having any real privacy, what with the maids around. We would, for the rest of the day, be very much limited in our physical contact with one another.
I spent probably 3 more hours with them and then it was time to go home. I reminded Ana that I would be back up at the ranch the following weekend, which brought a lot of excitement to her face, but she could not even kiss me in the presence of her mother. But as strict as this woman was with her kids, I was somewhat surprised that she did allow Ana to hug me in a daughter-like way as Kydd thanked me for coming and welcoming me into her family as a friend, before I left. Later I would find out that Kydd really liked me but that she was very apprehensive about anyone coming around that was a close friend of her ex-husband’s. Ana nearly broke down and cried in that hug, I could feel her loins twitch with their need of my caressing, but I did not dare to anything about it in front of her mother. I also advised that I would be seeing her father later on in the following week when he visited both I and Trebble at the base, and her looks to me was that of her “wanting to come with her dad, but of course she could not announce this vocally”.
As I drove home that night, I could not help but wonder what kind of a monster I had created here. I was in love once more and a little girl that should not even have been thinking about love, had a very serious case of what most people would call “puppy love”.
Chapter 7
The following week, on Thursday once more, Major Spencer again visited us at the base and after a short period of remarks that had Captain Trebble explaining that he had a previous appointment that he could not break with a troublesome landlord and a tenant that was about to “bring the house down”, the Major announced that at least I could come along. We took his car and it was the first time I had ever ridden in a Bentley sedan. He had left his Worsley at home this time as he was going to be on the Queen’s “turf” at the restaurant we were headed for.
I found that practically “just around the corner” was a societal meeting place that most Yanks stationed in the U.S. military had no idea of. Right down the A11 from “5 corners” where the road lead to RAF Lakenheath was, was one of the more famous race tracks in all of Great Britain. Most of the Queen’s bouvines were there, and the more affluential horse racers often gathered their animals there to race at one of the more popular racetracks. And at this location was a very fine restaurant. I had worn my Class A uniform on this date because I figured that we’d be going out to eat, but even that uniform was somehow inappropriate for the eating locale I was about to enter. A more appropriate one might have been “Mess Dress”. Anyway, it was too late now, and Major Spencer kept cautioning me to just relax. With that we proceeded to the restaurant where he had made reservations for us, and we ordered drinks and sat down to eat. Right away the Major seemed to have an anxiety about him that he wanted to share with me things that he wanted me to understand about his family. He had been in telephone contact with Ana since he left her and me at her mother’s, and he said that she could hardly say anything to him without somehow involving me or the mention of my name. I could see that he was a little puzzled with this, as was I, in certain containment as I also advised him. I tried to brush it off as a little girl’s preoccupation with an older man, to him, and he said “Yes, but I really think it is more than that!” It was clear that he was deeply concerned about this but that he could not put his finger on anything more concrete. He said that he often let Ana dominate his life, because in the long run what she advised him on his conduct and everyday habits often made a lot of sense. He assured me that he liked what I seemed to be all about, and he hoped that our friendship would develop into much more than being “just friends”, in a non-sexual sort of way. It was almost like I represented something to him along the lines of being a son, in addition to his young son that he hardly ever got to see because his ex-wife would not allow the young boy to visit him at his ranch. He would then go on to begin explaining all he seemed he wanted me to know about his family backgrounds.
I found the lineage that made the Spencer family distant cousins to several noted British as “Spence” explained his family to me (he explained that the military titles were fine when we were on the base, and that in other circles I could relate to him as Earl, or Earl Spencer, or Major Spencer, but in this setting the name “Spence” would be just fine. The Major was a distant cousin to the late Winston Churchill, who was related to even the Queen. On the more positive side, the Spencer family could trace their bloodline heritage all the way back to King David of the ancients. He did not know exactly how, but he said that Jesus was somehow involved in that lineage. It would be several years later and a lot of theological research, long after the Major’s death, that I would discover exactly how this was to be, but it did prove out.
After we finished our meal, he took me outside to the horse stables and introduced me to several of the younger set that he said often he finds around the racehorses, both as attendants, jockeys, and some of the owners or relatives of the owners. One rather stuck out in my mind and I could tell by the Major’s attention of this guy that he was not a favorite of the Major. I let it go at that, obviously the guy had pissed the Major off, somehow in the past. He showed me a couple of his mares that he was trying to get at stud and bred, and explained that most of his other horses were back at his ranch. As is the case in most race tracks in the United States, probably, this race track was almost a “boarding ranch” of it own kind, and I found that while the Major was heavily into raising sheep, his hobby seemed to be that of breeding race horses as well, and playing the games associated with race tracks. In my younger adult life, I had never ever been exposed to this kind of lifestyle and it was hard for me to even understand, must less be interested, at a scenario that seemed very expensive to partake in, and for what? The Major seemed to sense this in me and quite pointedly asked if I was bored. I did not want to offend him, but I explained that my interest lay more in the areas of sheep and cattle, and that horses in my realm of experience were more like pets and/or for working with cattle in herding, or “riding out on the range”, or in the case of workhorses, for working with in the fields of hay, grain, and general other farmwork. He seemed to understand that, and advised that now I had seen yet another use for horses and when I returned to the States that places like Seattle’s Mayfair, or Arcadia’s Santa Anita would have a new meaning for me.
We then returned to his car and he brought me back to the base, insisting that I return to Althorp the following weekend, tomorrow (Friday) nite if I could make it. He said that he had to attend to some business in Birmingham and probably would not be back home Friday nite, but that Ana would definitely be there as she was coming over on the train tomorrow afternoon, by herself. It is a good thing that what goes on in a person’s brain is not necessarily shown in their expressions. And probably a good thing for clothing... my cock began getting hard when I found out that Ana and I would be alone at Althorp all night tomorrow night. I was going to need a lot of oysters!
That night, in my mind, I could envision naked Diana posed under my ministrations of caressing, tantalizing and fondling of her. In so doing my cock was very hard, and my wife caught “Hell”. She could not understand how I could be so hard for so long, even after I had cum, but she thoroughly enjoyed it as we had been trying to “get pregnant” for the past 6 years with nothing getting “done”. Finally about 2 a.m. we simply got tired of fucking and turned over and went to sleep. The next morning she had left for work when I awoke, so I got up, cleaned up, made myself some Breakfast. I packed my small suitcase this time, as I planned to head straight up to Althorp when I got off work later that day, and then I scribbled a quick note to my wife for when she returned home, advising that I had been called by a (ficticious) Colonel at Sculthorpe to work on some Recall Roster Emergency Deployment directives for the weekend. My wife was, and is still, very naive, she did not know where Sculthorpe was and even knew less about how the military operates. I did not know it at the time, but I would come to find out that in most American-Asian marriages that the wife knows very little about the outside world because women in the Orient, in most cases, are raised to be a wife, a mother, and a housekeeper and bed partner to produce children. Fun things like wife swapping, swinging, affairs, partying, even beachcombing, or card parties, etc., that we Americans and Western Europeans take for granted as part of our lives, are “way over the head” of Asian wives, for the most part.
Chapter 8
As I approached the mansion at Althorpe that evening, Ana seemed to be watching for me and even before I could stop my car this little nymph came running to meet me, naked of all things! It turned out that she had ordered all the Staff to go home before my arrival, and we had the whole mansion to ourselves. I don’t remember what happened next, but I do recall going back out to my car about 9 p.m., looking for my skivvies and socks and finding them on the gravel beside my car. She had practically raped me. It was very evident... this little girl was in love with me, and I didn’t realize it at the time but I was falling in love with her as well. It was about all I could do to keep from poking my hard dickhead against her hot soft tiny hole and enlarging it, even if it meant busting her hymen. I now thank God that I did not do that as her life might be continuing today, but what would happen to her in the future in noteriety and fame would have never happened, because in order for her to enjoy what she later would enjoy she had to be a virgin at the time of her marriage. This would go on to become a very thick thorn in her future husband’s attempts to remarry after her death, but again, I’m getting ahead of myself here.
I do know that this little nymph would not take “No” for an answer and I ended up losing my clothing that I had come in, at my car and carrying her cradled in my arms, my hard dick whipping back and forth, across the gravelled driveway and into the mansion. As soon as we found a soft spot for her to lie on, I lay her down gently and we were 69-ing together, before I unleased a flooding of my hot cum onto her chest and tummy. I almost decided to penetrate her at this time with my hard cock and probably would have, except that I had already made up my mind to fuck her the right way after I slipped a ring on her finger and AFTER she had reached puberty, as I wanted our fucking to produce babies, babies that I would have gladly fathered in complete love and attention, from her womb.
I decided that once I had cum a couple of times that night that enough was enough, and I made this little wanton beauty behave herself and get dressed, and of course with her panties on. That is when I had to go looking for my clothing and found it out by my car. I put it on, and came back in the mansion and by that time she had dressed. We would go the rest of the night watching the telly from on the couch. We turned in to sleep on my bed but there was no more sex between us that night, although we did do a lot of cuddling and kissing, and caressing, of course without pajamas on. It was as if we had spent ourselves earlier and now it was time for us to “grow up”.
The next morning this little beauty would show me a few other things that made me even more fonder of her. In addition to suctioning all my cum from me she also knew how to cook. With the help of a dozen eggs and some strips of pork belly and very sharp Cheddar, she made the best tasting Omelettes I had ever eaten. The Major had not returned to Althorp by the time Ana gave me my Breakfast, and since the cooks had been sent home for the weekend we did not bother to get dressed. Ana did donn an apron so that the frying eggs when they splattered would not splatter onto her naked beauty and burn her. When we ate, we ate from one plate with her nudity sitting on my lap. She managed to bring me “off” by rubbing my hard cock between her creamy thighs and I shot a couple of loads of my cum on her lower tummy, which ended up running back down across her pubic mound and onto my cock and balls. She dipped her fingers into that and sucked them dry, swallowing the stickiness.
We finished eating our Breakfast and stood to wash ourselves off and to do the dishes and get dressed. Just as we finished the Major’s Worsley was coming over the knoll in the driveway from the gate. Ana was looking the chipper and I could tell that I had given her herself back to be the little girl that she should have always been, without her secret lust for me. After the two of them greeting each other the Major strode over and clasped me in a big bear hug and thanked me for coming. He noticed that the servants and cook were not around and inquired of Ana as to where they were at, and she explained to him that she knew how to take care of everything and wanted to show me that she could do so. If the Major suspected anything wrong he did not say anything, but I felt that he may have been contemplating something as being odd in this setting. I think he may have suspected that something more than just plain friendship was developing between I and his daughter, but she had him under such control that he dared not say anything. It was almost a case of BDSM in her control over him.
The Major had learned at Newmarket’s race course about my experiences with riding horses. I did not know it before, but he, too had some excellent cow ponies and he took Ana and I out to the horse barn and showed me his favorite riding ponies. He had some excellent species of American Saddlers, which I had grown up riding. He picked out 3 of them and had the horsemen saddle them up for the 3 of us to ride, and soon we were out trotting across the countryside horseback. I definitely made an impression on both he and Ana in the way I handled my horse. The Major said that he had never seen an American handle a riding horse like I did, in such a way that he must have figured that most of the Americans he had ever encountered were little more than Hollywood movie star cowboys that knew how to sing and play in movies but did not know how to ride a horse properly.
We spent all day long on those horses. We managed to get out to the far reaches of the Spencer estate. I had never seen so many sheep that were all fenced in, in my life before.
As it turned out he also had some goats that were “running” with the sheep. We stopped and had an excellent Lunch with a party of his Basque shepherders. I was very familiar with these people because my brother’s wife’s grandfather was Basque and had once herded sheep in north central Washington, so we got to swap a few stories that I knew all too well. This impressed the Major even more.
We returned to the mansion nearly at dusk. Ana and I would lead the horses on foot to the horse barn and the Major excused himself. We dropped off the horses and she wanted to go to the hayloft for some reason, so I followed her. All that riding had made her very horny... her now enlarged clitoris had been rubbing on a horse’s back all day and Ana was beside herself with a need to be fulfilled. We were no more up in the hayloft and she was stripping herself bare, begging for me to take her. I shucked my clothes as well and we were soon on the loose hay, my face in her crotch and my dick in her mouth. I could feel the dampness on my nose and mouth so I turned around and began fucking her with my hard cock rubbing her clitoris between her creamy inner thighs. Her sweet oily fluids were making the side of my cock all slippery and it was about all I could do to keep from just slipping that one second and driving my hardness deep into her tummy to explode my hot fluids into her womb, but I maintained control and stopped myself from doing that.
As it turned out, those hot spurts of my love juice bathed most of her folds of her crotch as I seemed to cum a bucketful against her family beauty.
We dried and cleaned ourselves off with the hay we had lain on, got dressed again, and then returned to the house. For reasons well known, we needn’t have had to wipe ourselves clean at all... the Major had gone into the house when we returned from our riding, and had opened a bottle of Sherry and now, an hour later he was on his second bottle of the stuff and had pretty much drank himself into a stupor. Ana and I helped him to his bed and he quickly fell asleep on it, without even taking off his clothes. She then fixed a nice crab salad for our supper and we shared finger-feeding each other as she once more sat on my lap. Afterwards we were tired and we retired to my bed. We stripped off naked and were soon spooning ourselves in lust and I once again bathed her with my cum before we slipped off to sleep naked in each others arms.
Ana was now aclimatizing herself to knowing that I cared a lot for her and was falling in love with her by my actions toward her. We would awaken several times that night, not for lust, but only to cuddle and fondle our deepening love for each other. I don’t think I missed exploring one square inch of this little beauty’s nakedness as we tongue-fucked all night long in our nearly coupled love for each other. I even began telling her that I loved her at which she would get just that much more excited in my arms, telling me that she loved me too. From that time on, in the privacy of our interchanges Ana would become like a wife to me and address me as her husband and future babies’ father and I would address her as my Mrs...
Ana had a few girlfriends but they were not that close, and none at her father’s estate or nearby. We would eventually come across them at nearby Kings Lynn, or in Northampton, but they mostly disdained her and even treated her with a certain amount of disgust as she paraded around with me in tow. That did not seem to bother her in the least... she was very proud of being my future American wife, as she thought herself to be in her own little mind.
The next morning was a Sunday, and the Major took me to one side and said that he was not up to taking Ana home. He did not like to be around Mrs. Kydd and receive the abuse he did from her, and so he advised that either I could take Ana home, myself, or if I did not feel like driving to Mrs. Kydd’s that he would give me the train fare to take her to the train station and she could ride the train home. I advised him that I would do no such thing as to allow her to ride the train home by herself and almost insisted on the idea that I would not only take her home from now on, but go and get her on Friday nites after work to bring her to Althorp, as I wanted to begin spending all my weekends with both her and him at this fine countryside estate. He agreed to that but cautioned that every weekend he would not be at Althorpe, as sometimes he had to spend away from the estate, and even on occasion had to be out of the country. We decided to come to that juncture when we needed to.
We then spent the rest of the morning walking around the estate as the Major showed me the pond and its island. Both had been built as a duck pond for the ducks, geese and swans that the Spencer family had adopted for the estate. In the center of the pond was a man-made island, that rose up about 3 feet higher at its highest peak/roll. This island had been created as both a nesting place for the water fowl, and as a final burial place for the deceased Spencer hunting hounds. The Major took us out onto the island in a small rowboat and meticulously identified each of the deceased hounds by pointing out the headstones of these beauties which included a snapshot encased in clear plastic on the headstone. Most had been a kind of bird dog with a few show Terriers that had been in the Spencer family over the ages. The Major was very fond of this pond setting, and it was obvious... it had been kept extremely well groomed, with surrounding trees from nearly every climate that the British Empire had ever been involved at.
After a quick Lunch, the Major advised Ana that he was not going to take her back to her mother’s but that I had agreed to drive her there. In keeping with a common sensed acknowledgement, Ana devised a reaction that had I known better, would have indicated that she was skeptical of “making me” go out of my way to take her home, by suggesting to her father that she could ride the train home (of course she and I both knew better). It was one of the only times I ever experienced that he would insist on her doing something instead of what she wanted to do, by insisting that she ride home with me.
With that, she packed her bags and chose to wear a pair of bermuda shorts instead of her schoolgirl pleated skirt and a simple white T-shirt for a blouse, in defiance to her father. I stayed out of it, but I could tell that the Major was not happy with her chosen dress, nevertheless he did not stop her from dressing this way. And then we were on our way to what would become an every weekend thing of me picking her up on Friday nites after I got off work, and taking her home on Sunday afternoons.
That first Sunday afternoon drive home was also a first for many reasons. Instead of her removing her panties once out of sight of her father, now when we got out of his sight, she removed her panties AND shorts, to sit naked next to me as I drove through the countryside. She also showed me that she could plan ahead... we would not be in a situation unless we stopped at some rest stop to pee, where we would have any water to clean my cum spendings and her seepages off our bodies so that her mother and sisters would not see that we had been up to no good, so she had brought along a damp towel encased in a plastic ziploc bag to wipe ourselves clean. This would come in very handy as it was only about 5 miles of her having her next to me only wearing a T-shirt before my cock was about ready to burst with its stiffness. I finally just gave up and found a pull-off side road, travelled down it a bit, stopped the car and took care of our mutual lusts very properly. Once that was done, our trip continued very well.
I had decided to not mention to Mrs. Kydd that I would pick Ana up on Friday nites to go to her father’s place. I told Ana to tell her father to relay that word to her mother when he next was talking to her on the phone. When I dropped Ana off that day, I found that I needn’t have worried about this, that Mrs. Kydd had also found me to be a decent guy (in her mind) and that Ana was definitely expounding on my virtues to her mother, as Mrs.
Kydd mentioned this to me. I really felt good about this... I had somehow made a very good impression on both Ana’s parents almost like I was rapidly becoming one of their family.
So on most every weekend for the rest of the early part of 1969 I spent at the Spencer estate, visiting my friends and becoming a part of their family as pretty much an adopted son. Ana and I never had any disagreements, except that she wanted me to fuck her and take her hymen, which I refused to do. She was at least 4 years from puberty and I justified this by telling her that when we did fuck that I’d be very proud if her tummy started growing with my baby from the very first time we fucked. I could tell that she probably thought “How in the Hell am I going to be able to wait for that?”, but she ended up accepting this position of mine on fucking.
Chapter 9
These weekends that we had set ourselves up for for me to drive her to Althorp to visit her father took on a new meaning one weekend without any previous planning on our part. We had developed a complete trust with her parents so the point that her mother was expecting me to come and pick up Ana on Friday nites to go on to the Major’s. I don’t know how it came to be, but somehow the Major was called out to spend a weekend in Belgium over some business affairs he had and he had failed to mention this to Ana’s mother. So when I arrived on Friday nite to pick her up, her mother thought she was going to the Major’s with me just for another weekend. The previous Wednesday, Ana had called me at work (we were calling each other every day like the lovers we were) to explain to me that her Dad had told her to tell her mother that he would be out of the country the following weekend and would not be home until the following Monday night. of course she figured he had also told her mother this, but apparently had not, and of course she was not telling her mother any such thing, as she had some very definite plans for just her and I for the whole weekend. So when I arrived at her home on Friday nite to pick her up, her mother wished us a safe journey to Althorp and Ana signalled a “hush” motion to me and we were soon on our way. This time, though it would be very different... she had some connections with a local naturist club and had made arrangements and reservations for us to stay there for the weekend, nude with all the other nudists. We stopped at the local green grocers and picked up supplies of food and wine and headed over to Cambridge to the Naturist Association’s nature reserve.
When we arrived there, we saw all types of couples... mixed racial ones, older men with younger girls (like us), older women with younger boys, teenaged appearing boys and girls, college aged couples. Altogether there were perhaps 200 people, all nude and all thoroughly enjoying themselves together. As we signed in I signed us in as Mr. and Mrs., and this brought a very favorable grin to Ana. Then we paid our fees and the manager’s daughter, nude, came from back behind the counter, and escorted us to our cabin for the weekend. Almost immediately our clothes were pulled off each other and we were at each other with pure lust. I ended up depositing several squirts of cum onto her bare tummy and childish breasts.
This nudist area was totally unlike any American ones I had been to. It was Ana’s fantasy of sorts and perhaps was just what the doctor ordered, as far as she was concerned. Here she could be exactly what she wanted to be without taking any crap from anyone. And this little gal surely wanted no crap from those “anyones” about how she felt about her man and how she wanted to love him in her own way.
As soon as we finished with fulfilling our lust to each other, we walked over to the swim pool and immersed ourselves in the warm water, washing our cum off our bodies in the clorinated water. A few of the other older men/younger girl couples came over and soon we were playfully playing with others like us. One of the men wanted to fuck Ana in the worse way, but she would not let him and advised that even I had not fucked her... that she was saving herself for the night we would marry so she could get pregnant right off from the very first night of our marriage. He kept pestering her about wanting to fuck her and she kept refusing. In the meantime his girlfriend was rubbing up against me and my cock was hard. Before I knew it she had inserted the helmet of mine into her folds and I could not control myself... I slid all the way into her and it was only a matter of about 4 or 5 pistonings and that little gal got a full load of my cum in her womb. As I withdrew, my spendings flowed out of her to float to the surface of the swim pool. With that her boyfriend saw what had happened and simply gave up... I had fucked his girlfriend without mine allowing him to hardly touch her. They left us in the swim pool and we did not see them together again.
That night as we prepared to go to bed, we did not have to worry about undressing, we were already nude. Then just before we slipped into bed, we heard a knocking on our cabin door. It was the little beauty from the swim pool I had fucked earlier. Her boyfriend had been extremely jealous of me fucking her without Ana allowing him to fuck her in exchange, and they had had words, and he dressed and went home, leaving her here at camp. She now wanted to sleep with us rather than to stay in her cabin by herself. I soon found both of my sides occupied by naked wantonness of young girls. Ana and Erin were soon kissing in a Lesbian sort of love communication and Erin had taken my hard cock in her hand and was pulling it toward her honey pot. I assisted her and slipped once more inside her tummy. Ana was tongue fucking her and I was sex fucking her and soon I was exploding deep in her womb, providing her with what I thought at the time my hot baby seed. We would fuck several more times that night and when she left the next morning to go back to her cabin, Ana thanked her for accomodating my sexual needs, and insisted that she clear out of her cabin and move in with us for the rest of the weekend. I never could figure out how this nymph had kept from getting pregnant, unless she was on the Pill. She was about 4 years older than Ana, so was obviously already in puberty.
We would find out later on that day that Erin was an orphan of sorts. Her parents had been killed when she was only 10 years old, and the guy that had been with her in the swim pool was her father’s younger brother who was now raising her. She did not like him very much as he seemed to only want her around for his sex urges and would not allow her much in line of freedoms to pursue friends or to have adolescent fun times, like most little girls needed. Ana identified with this, while at the same time telling Erin that she (Ana) and I were in love and that she was going to abide by her mother’s and father’s rules until such time as she reached her puberty and that then we would be getting married. She then asked Erin if I had fulfilled her desires. Erin replied that not only had I made her cum several times that she enjoyed my fucking and looked forward to more of it. We then spent the rest of the day naked in bed, the 3 of us, with me cuming deep in Erin’s womb several more times. Erin’s uncle had put her on the Pill so he could not impregnate her and she did not like this at all because she felt she had no one closely related to her with her parents “gone”. She wanted to come off the Pill and get pregnant so she could have her “own” flesh and blood, and after some some discussion on this, Ana and I decided that if that is what she wanted to do, that maybe it would be a good idea for me to impregnate her and the 3 of us end up living together, with the two girls having my babies in a communal living arrangement after Ana reached puberty. With that in mind, the rest of our weekend was spent with both of these lovelies sharing my cock... me shooting my hot cum into Ana’s mouth as Erin and I kissed and nibbled and tongue fucked her into ectasy and then with Ana and I fucking and tongue fucking Erin’s lust. By the time we left the following afternoon my balls were hurting from having manufactured so much cum and losing it to these little wenches which I very much adored.
We had to get our stories straight on how we had come to pick up Erin. We figured the best way to do this would be to take her home with Ana and to explain to her mother how we had simply picked up a homeless hitchhiker and that things had gone on so well that Ana had decided to bring Erin home with her. I don’t know to this day how Ana got Mrs.
Kydd to believe this, but apparently she did, and Erin, Ana and I spent most of the next year on weekends together. It was during this time frame that I began having my doubts about getting any woman pregnant... my wife and I had been trying to have a baby for the past 8 years and she had not gotten pregnant. Finally my wife had herself examined and was found to be perfectly fertile. At that time the base doctor wanted to check me, so he had me undergo a pissing examination where I would pee and store all my piss into gallon jugs which would be later analyzed by the Base Hospital’s Laboratory. It was after this testing that he found that my cum did not have the amount of “fishies” in it to survive a woman’s chemical makeup to get into the womb and mate with one of her eggs. The doctor wanted to do an exploratory surgery to see if he could correct it, and I almost got courts-martialled by my answer: “No, Doc, you ain’t gonna try to rearrange my body around so that I am pissing out of my ass and shitting out of my dick!” Needless to say I decided at that time that I would never be a natural father. I consulted with my Chaplain on this and his answer was similar... but he also advised me privately that several men would envy me in my predicament, because now I could offer my maleness to a woman and she could enjoy her loins in pleasure without having to worry about getting pregnant, or even going on the Pill or using some other form of contraception.
Chapter 10
Both Ana and Erin took this news very hard. My wife wanted a divorce as she wanted a baby in the worse possible way. In Korea, where she is from, it is a legal excuse for divorce, to be barren, but this only applies to men wanting to have a baby from their wife... a wife in Korea is little more than common property and she has no legal rights in this area. So my wife was in a predicament... she was wrong if she pursued a divorce from me for my inability to impregnate her, and she was wrong for not having a baby.
Subsequent living together would prove to be unbearable, and she began making adjustments to her life that did not include me. As a result, I had that much more time to spend with Ana and Erin, and of course at the Major’s.
As soon as Erin found this out, she lost interest in me, too, and soon left Ana’s home. We never heard from her again. After Ana got over the shock that if she remained with me she would never be a Mommy, she just applied herself that much more to loving me. She was constantly all over me and it was getting a little dangerous... she was doing things in front of the Major with me that made me feel pretty good about his alcoholism as he did not recognize them. It no longer bothered her to not be wearing panties in his presence. If I had to piss, she was often right there with me to hold my cock while I peed, whether or not the Major was around. As a result of this, the Major and I even grew closer. He never even once questioned my relationship with his daughter, as if he was planning for me to eventually becoming his son-in-law.
Ana and I furthered our relationship quite extensively. I had to be extra careful because I was technically a military cog in a government that could at any time become hostile to my host country. This would probably never be, but the U.S. military is often very old-fashioned and very hard to change in that attitude and possibility. For years we had disdained pot-smoking, and other “light drugs” while to the British the use of these substances were often frowned upon but hardly ever punished. In the woods of Thetford Forest, modern day Wiccans often practiced their rites at night under a full moonlight, and around campfires, the whole coven being naked and fucking themselves silly, in the middle of the summer, only about 10 miles from the base. On a Friday nite when stateside Country and Western bands often played and performed at the RAF Lakenheath or RAF Mildenhall NCO Clubs, there was sometimes a frenzy afterwards in some forested locale of naked British men and women trying to breed each other into oblivion without concern as to who was married to whom. The British social system even recognized this to an extent with their socialized medicine, “Council” housing, and welfare subsistence system.
A local whore could fuck and get bred as many times as she wanted, and the more kids she had, illegitimate or legal, the more money she made in what the Brits called “milk money”, together with “awards” being made for low rent housing furnished by the local Town Council, which that “milk money” welfare paid the rent on. I went to one of these parties one time after the Airman’s Club closed for the night and got somewhat falling down drunk off Watney’s Red Label warm beer, and just sorta lay there on the floor in a drunken haze, looking up at all the revelers around me. There were about 15 British girls there in varying degrees of drunkenness themselves and not one had a pair of panties on, and I don’t recall any of them going home that night without being fucked at least once. A rubber was an unheard of thing at these parties, in fact most girls would not let a guy wear one even if he tried. In my own case, once before I met Ana, I worked with a local beauty that was married to an ex-patriot of the Irish military that lived locally. She had been living with another Bloke before this guy and had had a son by that bloke, and now was living with this Irishman. She and I had the “hots” for each other and she intensified this in me by having her hemlines barely covering her pussy which often did not have the nylon strip of cloth across it called panties, even when she was working. We had to work overtime one Saturday when everyone else was off work, and she came to the office dressed like this. I could barely get any work done. As soon as we got done what HAD TO BE DONE, we quickly took my car out to a nearby forested area, lay down the seats into a bed, and I must have pumped what felt like gallons of my fresh white hot seed into her married womb with absolutely no care on her behalf whether or not she got pregnant from me. We went at each other all afternoon that day and she was one sticky mess when I took her home to her husband late that afternoon. He only asked if I had had fun with his wife, he did not care if she had gotten pregnant, either. That nite they had plans to go out with us to the NCO Club for a Country and Western night and they showed up as if she and I had never even seen each other earlier that afternoon, much less fucked our brains out nearly. As the crowds got thick on the dance floor and no one could see, as I “belly-rubbed” danced with her in slow waltz’s she got my dick out through my fly and stroked me off right there on the dance floor, my cum spurting out onto the floor, as I had the hem of her skirt up over her ass and massaged her buttocks through her pantyhose. Sex, to those Brits back then when they were largely overtaxed and unable to enjoy the normal things of the time of their country’s economic conditions, was just another pastime and they didn’t seem to care how many babies got made from it, or who made them.
This was at a time that the British in general were heavily taxed on all their earnings. A neighbor of mine in Brandon Park who was a Forester and working for the government, made 65 British Pounds per week in salary, but his take home pay was less than 25 British Pounds... the rest went to taxes. British could not vacation abroad to Spain, Portugal, etc. with more than 50 British Pounds per person, due to currency restrictions.
Local amusement parks sprung up all over England as they could hardly go anywheres to enjoy their lives, hence sex activities became a popular pastime, and their social system fully supported the aftermaths of those “loin enjoyments”. They were, and still are... very openminded about interracial sex and many an American African-American bred those British girls with their larger than normal penises who seemed to idiolize those large full black cocks. Today you can see a lot of these aftermaths especiallly around where there were once American military installations such as Lakenheath, Mildenhall, Sculthorpe, Feltwell, Upper Heyford, High Wycombe, South Ruislip, etc., in the mulatto young adults and their children that were conceived back then. Call it what you want, and some sickies would identify it as being pedeophile in nature, but it was very real and it is believed that young Ana may have been somewhat influenced by it in her beliefs on personal behavior because of what she saw around her. Later in her life, this would seem to be beared out, especially after her marriage failed, even before it failed legally, but remained in an Adulterous stage with her known boyfriends as her husband was cavorting with his divorced lover, and she did not seem to care who had impregnated her whether they were Caucasian or of another race.
British have a bed of traditional Christianity that is not at all traditional by our sense of the word. The Church of England is a powerful organization, and its history goes back several hundreds of years. But it is totally unlike that of American church Christianity.
Where American churches operate from voluntary donations and tithings, the Church of England operates from the government taxes. It took me a long, long time to figure this all out and I was not helped much by their clergy. But when our history in America dictates to us about how our English ancestors escaped the brutal methods of taxation in the 16th, 17th, 18th and 19th Centurys England to come to Virginia there was a definite cause. You can visit several locations in London, Ely, Bath, Norwich, etc., and see first hand the taxation that must have occurred amongst the populace that paid for all these extravagant cathedrals, most of which were built without the assistance of modern machinery, but all by hand labor or by hand, sometimes several hundreds of feet from the ground to the top of the steeple and with decor that is truly remarkable even today. One, the Glastonbury Abbey ruins in Somerset, was built about 560 A.D. on the grounds of a former location of a wattlewood church alleged to have been constructed by none other than Jesus the Christ himself before he began his ministry and was following his great-uncle around the world in the uncle’s tin trading pursuits. That cathedral was the largest cathedral of its kind in the world, surpassing even the later built one at the Vatican in Rome that was built some 500 years afterwards. It burnt to the ground, leaving only its hard-packed mud and “ancient concreted” walls, in 1250 A.D. and as you visit it today, you can see the obvious hand work that must have gone into it in its construction.
Chapter 11
Other than completely fucking her, busting her cherry and possibly hurting her internally (which I did not want to do-it was hard sometimes to keep from doing it in my excitement), there is not much to report on what Ana and I did in our private, and other moments together. We spent nearly every weekend together, almost always nude, sleeping together and bringing each other off with our mouths and fingers. Ana was very much aware of how I wanted her to remain a virgin until our wedding night at which time we had earlier hoped that she would get pregnant and begin having our babies. Now that we knew that I could not impregnate her, she was even more loving of me and we had some very definite future plans about how we would accomodate each other sexually and maybe become complete natural swingers to each other, taking trips together andn enjoying worldwide places of nudist activities where we could and would sunbathe, skinnydip and be complete lovers. My wife had moved out and therefore we had the freedom to bring her into my bed at home in lieu of her staying at the Major’s or going to a naturist camp. We met some couples like us and invited them to visit with us at my home. Some were into actual fucking and Ana would tease some men but always refused to allow them to slide their cocks into her and to fuck her, too. She always did, however, encourage these other girls to allow me to fuck them, and once the word got out that I had a low sperm count, I was often beleagered to be available for them, especiallly if they were not on birth control of some kind yet wanted bareback sex. On one such occasion Ana had prepared a birthday party for me at my home and had invited several of these couples, along with others more my age that I knew, from the base. We had recorded music and lots to drink. By this time, Ana would drink but only in my presence as she did not want to turn into what her father had become. On this nite, after we had cut the cake and served the ice cream, just about everyone got snockered, Ana included. Everyone was getting horny and dancing with whomever. Ana felt like she was about to do something she might regret later, so she went into our bedroom, locked the door and went to bed so that no one could bother her. I stayed out with the party. A close friend and associate from the base had brought his girlfriend from Cambridge to the party and she and I had developed a certain friendliness and attraction for each other. My yard had 6 ft high hedge across the front in two separate rows horizontal from my cottage between my cottage and the street. This girlfriend was wearing a one-piece short mini-dress with panty hose and her behavior was showing that she was getting extremely horny. Her boyfriend and my friend had passed out from too much drinking. She and I continued our dancing together and it was only a matter of time before my palms were inside her pantyhose and cupping her buttocks as she fucked my mouth with her tongue in lust. I took her by the hand and went out beyond the second row of hedges and slipped her pantyhose off her buttocks down to her knees and bent her over the rear deck lid of my Imp and fucked her doggy style and flooded her womb with my cum. She was so drunk that she simply pulled her pantyhose back up and allowed my seeping cum to drench the crotch of her pantyhose.
She soon got her boyfriend to slightly wake up so he could take her home in the new Ford car that was her father’s, to Cambridge. I later found out that next week that they had gotten about 10 miles down the road and she had been so drunk that they had had an accident on the roadway and she rolled that car over in the middle of the road when she was trying to itch her pussy that was all sticky from my cum spendings seeping from her.
Thank Gawd no one was hurt. I later tried to follow-up with her for another fucking, but the boyfriend would not tell me where she lived. I often wondered what ever happened to her. Her name was Carol, and she was a beauty!
The Major, in his alcoholic mind, I believe began suspecting that Ana and I were far more than just friends. But he never did confront us about it, nor did he seem to discuss it with the rest of the family (her siblings) or her Mother. It would have been extremely hard for him to have thought differently, and I must have seemed to him such a nice guy otherwise that he probably felt fortunate that I showed an interest in his affairs and estate. In the duration of those early times, Ana and I almost became inseparable when I was not working... we visited Great Yarmouth and its beaches, we went to London and visited Soho, the Natural Museum, we went to Stonehenge, we went to Glastonbury, we covered almost all of southern England like a young couple in love. She took to dressing more adult-like and even fitted herself with a training bra, which she would “fill” the cups with cotton or water balloons to make herself appear to have breasts, on her flat little girl’s chest. She somehow found some padded panties that made her buttocks look like a woman’s, and wore long dresses and skirts so that people would not see her “little girl” knees and lower legs. Her make-up never did look tacky, she learned from her older sisters how to apply it and appear decent in it... of course after she got my hard cock all smeared with red lipstick as she sucked my hot cum from me, she rarely looked very decent in it, but that was a different story and my cum mixed with that lipstick did not do her looks any good.
All good things eventually come to an end, and ours was no different. I knew I had to return to the States eventually due to the rotation procedures of the Air Force. I had already extended my tour of duty in England by six months, and I tried to extend it again.
I kept meeting with resistance, as if somehow someone was trying to get me out of England. I had just re-enlisted in my committment to the Air Force just before I had met Ana and her father, had I known that I was going to face all this problem of trying to stay in England, I would have probably never re-enlisted. So now, I had about 3 ½ years left on a 4-year military committment. I did not know what to do. I could not get Ana to the States with me as she was too young to marry legally and bring as an Air Force wife dependent. And she was not an orphan... her parents were still alive, so I could not adopt her as a daughter. America at the time was not allowing British citizens without relatives in the USA to immigrate unless they were of legal age, and Ana’s age was far from being “legal” at 9 years old.
Ana and I discussed this at length. She suggested that I talk to the Major and possibly go AWOL (Absent Without Leave) when my time came to rotate back to the States. So we went to him, where I suggested that. He became furious with me for even suggesting this.
But he assured me that if I wanted to live in England that I should return to the States, take my discharge in 3 ½ more years, and then he would sponsor me back to England.
By that time if we still wanted, he would gladly walk Ana down the aisle to be my bride, and that he actually looked forward to that day. He wanted to know if we had ever fucked, as he had suspected... I replied that we had not, and as assurance we offered to go to an OB-GYN and have her checked out for a hymen. He took us up on that, and he was very pleased with me afterward. After that we openly slept together in his home and we became almost like an engaged couple planning to marry. In fact he made overtures to me that would resemble me being his chosen son-in-law for his daughter. I could not have asked for a better life! If Ana got out of hand at all, he would scold her and tell her that she had better do what I said, as if she was already my wife and that she was to look to me as her husband. We led a very open and loving relationship. Mrs. Kydd did not accept this very well, but the Major told her one day what she could do with herself if she did not like it, and it wasn’t very pleasant. From that time on, she and Ana were never very close and Ana spent more time at her fathers than she did with her mother, and even little Charley began spending more time at his dad’s, for reasons that I don’t think he ever understood completely and still may not understand, today, given what all he has been through on one divorce and what he would later experience with his Royals in-laws.
Ana liked the warmer climes of Corfu and the Riviera and with me being an American I was not subject to the British limitations of taking currency out of the country. Strings could be, and often were, pulled by Americans that were closely affiliated with British such as was our case and on more than one occasion the Major would actually bankroll a trip abroad for us to France, Germany, Spain by illegally converting Pounds into greenbacks and I would make the travel arrangements in my name through the on-base travel agency, and Ana and I would fly to Madrid, Toulon, etc. to go on by train to some exotic beach where we could lay about nude, drink wine and be lazy. While she was underaged, the foreign hosts would not say anything to us about her illegal drinking and it was many a time when I would carry a buzzed Ana sometimes partially covered with my cum on her lower tummy from having made love to, back to our rented villa to sleep at night and make more naked love in bed. And on occasion, the Major would accompany us, bringing along with him some gal that he had picked up and the 4 of us would rent a double-bedroomed villa and they would fuck while Ana and I continued to love each other as we so much loved to do. The Major often openly admired me for my resistence to take Ana’s cherry and I believe that that was one of the main things he was so acceptable of me over. This obviously meant a lot to him, and as we kidded him about it that we were going to make him a Grandpa when we did fuck as he did not know that I could never get Ana pregnant as we never did tell him, he would just smile and pat me on the shoulder and say that he definitely looked forward to changing his grandchild’s diapers.
Chapter 12
All too soon, my rotation date was coming up. It was March 1970 and I had a rotation date of April 10, just a few weeks away. Ana almost lost her cherry one night and it was only because I had gotten so excited that I could not control myself as we lay naked together my cock poking at the “folds” of her vulva lips. She was fondling my balls and sucking on my neck, giving me a hickey and my cock was almost in pain for the wanting of slipping it into her. She opened her thighs and pulled me, yes actually pulled my crown against her soft wetness and just about as I was to slip it into her, I erupted and shot steams of my hot wetness into her folds. Another couple of seconds and my hardness would have slid, and stretched her virginity to the point of breaking and I would have been “home” shooting my cum deep into her belly. Shortly after I did cum against her like that, I grew so soft that it was impossible to slide it into her at that time. She cried a bit and so did I, we both definitely wanted that fucking to take place. From then on, we realized what we had nearly done, and we limited ourselves in what we could do in the rest of the time I was in England.
That late nite we converged on the Passenger Terminal at RAF Mildenhall for me to rotate back to the States was a nite I will never forget, and it was the last time I ever saw my beloved Ana. She was crying, I was crying, and the Major was also in tears. My wife had shown up at the Terminal because she could not fly on an Air Force chartered flight without me. By that time she was a wife to me in name only, and was quite fed up with my pedeophilism that she called it. We had definite plans to get to New Jersey as soon as possible where I had shipped my car for pickup when I got to the States, where I would haul her out of my life to Philadelphia and she would board a cross-country flight to Los Angeles to be with her sister, mother, younger brother and his new bride from Korea, while I drove across the United States, made a short visit to my parents and sis and brother, before going on to my new assignment in Idaho.
How little was I prepared for what was going to happen. My wife had bought a male and female Toy White French Poodles in England, and she had shipped them to Los Angeles to have her sister take care of them until she arrived in L.A. from England. I dropped off my wife at the Philly airport and went on my journey... first to visit my sis and brother-in-law, the latter working on his Ph.D. at the University of Michigan, and then on to Spokane where my brother lived, and then to my parents’ to visit them. While I was at my parents, my wife called from Los Angeles. Her sister’s landlord was about to kick her sister and husband out of their apartment because of the dogs, and would I come and get them, because my wife had little means of supporting them and arranging for an apartment. Also my mother-in-law was visiting from Korea and wanted to talk to me...
So I took off, over my father’s objections, for Los Angeles. He had gotten somewhat fed up with my wife and her Korean antics of marriage and what he thought a wife should be.
<I should add here... despite the “American” stereotype of Asian women, Korean women are the exception. They are not like Japanese women or Taiwanese women or Filipinas.
The Korean women are very stubborn, uptight in their views and cater to no system of where the man, or husband, is anywhere recognized as being “boss”. They also do not have any “rights” in their society, but they make up for it by their bossiness, mentally. In short they are very very unappreciative in any husbandly care of them, as if a husband cannot simply fulfill their desires enough. My mother had been a little farm gal when my father married her, and in comparison to my wife had little say-so in their marital affairs.
My wife had gotten the scorn from my father because he had seen her at her best trying to make my wife Hell, over and over and over. He wanted nothing more than for me, his eldest son, to get rid of her, in any legal way possible. My stay with them had begun in this journey and he was pleased. But now that I was going to L.A. to get the dogs and see my mother-in-law, he was very fearful that my wife and I would re-unite. I had not told him about Ana in England, because of the differences in our ages.
I arrived in Los Angeles 3 days later. My mother-in-law was furious. She was having a lot of trouble with my wife inasmuch as my wife was not being the “proper” wife to her husband... when a Korean woman marries anyone, she is expected to be “cherry”. My wife had been, and my mother-in-law knew this. Virgin girls wo give up their hymen to their husbands on the wedding night, are expected to remain with that husband, come Hell or High Water, the rest of their lives and the only way this could be circumvented would be for the husband to get rid of them. Instead, in our case, my wife was getting rid of me, because I could impregnate her, and this was totally unacceptable to my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law then asked me if I wanted to rid myself of my wife and I replied to the negative “at this time” but maybe “in the future” thinking of Ana. My mother-in-law then retorted with “Well, we will see about that when that “future” comes,” and then turned to my wife and ordered her to re-unite with me. The dog issue was then faced and my wife and I went and got a motel room to stay in, with the dogs.
We stayed for another week in Los Angeles, kinda fell back in line with being married and even had sex. But it was not the same... my wife’s Korean demeanor surfaced a lot of times and it is kinda hard to maintain an erection with your mate reminding you that you are “less than a man”. If the reader has not already recognized it here, to Koreans for the most part, sex’s purpose is to make babies-there is no such thing as having sex for the enjoyment of one’s bodily functions.
We then left Los Angeles for my new assignment in Idaho.
Chapter 13
Having been raised in eastern Washington, I was quite used to living a rural life like what we found in southern Idaho when we arrived there. I had no desire to move on base, because when I got off work at night, and got home and changed into civilian clothing, I thought of myself as a civilian and lived my life accordingly. Nearby were mountains and with those mountains came mountainlife enjoyment-Saturday night dances with lots of red-neck activity, moonshine to drink instead of store-bought whisky, or kegs of beer, as opposed to a six-pack, half-case, or case. Mountain women that liked to fuck, maybe get pregnant, and THEN find a guy to marry and give their kid a name so he could help raise that kid if she kept her firm ass, suckable tits, and still could put away a gallon or so of beer every night without getting fat. Few wore swim suits in the mountain lives, and a Sunday might be spent fishing in the morning and having a keg of beer on a sandbar on some river or lake while everyone went skinnydipping with someone bringing along a barbeque set to party on Sunday afternoons.
Even though my wife had been severely criticized by her mother in Los Angeles, she was ill-prepared to accept this lifestyle in Idaho. It was not really her fault, I guess... she had been city born and bred in Seoul, Korea, and had never before been exposed to this lifestyle. It was about like, for her, as it would have been for me to have to give up my moonshine, go swimming with a swimsuit, fuck with a rubber, and wear a suit everytime I went somewhere.
So while we went about our daily lives at Mountain Home, little did I suspect at the time that my wife was planning something BIG! It was quite enough that she knew that her life was going to be childless, but then to have to live in the “country”-“nowheres”, was a bit too much. She began ingenious ways of fighting this and soon her mother was flying to Boise for us to meet her so she could see how we lived, too, in this “desolute nowwheres”, as if to convince her mother somehow that it would be okay for her to leave me once more.
Her mother was not impressed, and instead of agreeing with her daughter, began joking about how much land was being wasted by having absolutely nothing being raised on it, and how many thousands of acres were available up here for rice paddies. It was her first time outside of a metropolitan area in the United States. We took her to Anderson Ranch Dam and she saw the millions of gallons of fresh water and exclaimed all about how she thought all that water could be diverted to the “desert” between Boise and Mountain Home. In short, anything that my wife had gotten disgusted about as far as being “out in the boonies” came to a complete “halt”. After about a week of this, my mother-in-law returned to Los Angeles... she could “hear” my father-in-law calling for her to come home to Seoul, and she soon returned. Then it was my brother-in-law’s and his wife’s turn to come up and see this “hole” as my wife visualized it. Their reaction was similar to my mother-in-law’s and they soon returned to Los Angeles, as well.
What does this all have to do with Ana? It is a part of the continuing story.
My wife began considering to move onto the base into family quarters. In her adolescent mind, at least on base she could go shopping easier to the Base Commissary, Base Exchange, etc., plus in family housing there were more Korean wives to associate with.
So reluctantly I applied for Family Housing and we were soon living in new Family Quarters that had been re-located from another base that was being shut down in nearby Montana, which consisted of something like a “double-wide” in today’s world. They were nice homes, but like so many things that the Air Force has done over the years of expensive toilet seats on airplanes, shower curtains in the Visiting Officer Temporary Quarters, etc., these homes were built on solid concrete foundations, backwards, with the front door opening out onto the back yard, and the street side of the house being the entrance to the kitchen. Investigation into this scenario would reveal that the homes were first located into this new Family Housing area, and then the streets were installed.
Somehow some turd bird Colonel knew little about a scenario known in other circles as Common Sense.
Shortly after we got located, another factor would come into our lives. My wife quickly got involved with a minor association and far less than formal, that would come to be known as the “Korean Wives Club”. These wives were all pretty much of the same mental state of mind, but they often got together and took off shopping to Boise, Twin Falls, even to Salt Lake City a couple of times, to where the larger department stores were, and of course Japanese/Chinese/Korean Grocery Supermarkets. Sometimes they would be gone overnight, which at first I detested, but as things would develop, I almost welcomed with open arms toward the end.
In the meantime, my job would continue, much the same it had progressed over the years.
I was rapidly becoming what they called in the Air Force, a Middle Manager. In that position you weren’t really an “Airman” that could fuck off and once in awhile get caught fucking off and if it was not really serious you might get by with an ass-chewing; or you were a manager or supervisor and if you got caught fucking off, sometimes they would make an example of you and in extreme cases, actually demoting you in a form of demotion called “busting” you back down to Airman. Because rank was so hard to come by in the Air Force, this was usually motivation to keep your nose clean, and if anything, to set an example for others to follow. This was really evident when I did decide to quit the Air Force later on... I set a “real good example” for lower Airmen to follow, by getting fully disgusted and quitting at the 16-year point, causing a lot of retention efforts of Reenlistment Officers and NCOs to fail... but then I’m getting ahead of myself, here.
This concern of the Air Force to make me a Middle Manager was infesting itself in other ways. When I left England, and of course Ana, the rumor mill began wagging its tail. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I suspect that the Major had made some kind of comment to Captain Trebble about the May-October relationship that Ana and I had developed, and it would go on to be mentioned between Captain Trebble and my active duty military boss officer. This officer was a sort of asshole inasmuch as his nose was almost always brown from having it figuratively in the Base Commander/Group Commander’s ass (I may be entirely wrong here, it is only suspicion as to what actually happened). In turn, as the Air Force often operated (and in looking back on it, the Communists of the Cold War actually had little to worry about because as in other fields of concern the thought of “you can’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag” comes to mind, certainly applied. Krushev actually had little to worry about, if left to our own devices, we would have eventually destroyed ourselves, unfortunately for the Russians, apparently they had a larger problem and their self-destruction came first. But again, I’m getting ahead of myself here.
How little did I know what was really going on. The Air Force could hardly reassign me back to England to face charges of “Conduct Unbecoming an Airman” and take a chance of my requiring witnesses to step forward to testify on my defense, to possibly blow open a housing situation that existed in that theater of operations that would make Congressman blush in Washington DC of mismanagement of taxpayer dollars. And they knew that. So the Alternative would be to place me in one of these Middle Management positions and to hope that my conduct would straighten itself out by giving me an alternate course of behavior that might prove conducive to proper behavior of an Airman that was gradually graduating to becoming an effective non-commissioned officer.
It was 1000 hours when Base Personnel called me to tell me that they had a new clerk for me in my section, and to come and get her. Her???? I wondered just what was in store for me, as I’d never had a WAF working for me before. But then I never had any military person working for me before, or an actual civilian WORKING, for that matter, for ME...
I had been assigned to be the NCOIC of the Wing Standardization Evaluation Section of the Base Operations Administrative Section at Mountain Home AFB, Idaho, which was just a fancy title inasmuch as I was Non-Commissioned Officer in Charge of a section that had no one assigned to it except for the other members of that office that clearly outranked me because they were all Officers, the lowest ranking one being a Captain and I was a lowly Buck Sergeant. But the title looked good on paper because of the mission of the office... I had to look like I was in charge of something because of our clientele... they were all commissioned Officers but when they stepped into the door of our office their rank stayed in the hallway. I had the freedom to cause the great financial harm if they did not measure up to Air Force standards in their flying jobs, which we determined by written examination first and then actual flying abilities tested by other personnel in my office, later in what we called “check rides”. We took care of all the flying personnel training and examination records for the Air Force flying mission of the base. We had a sub-section that took care of the non-jet section and until now we did not have any clerk to take care of this for us, so we had been having to do it ourselves. So far we had two NCOs assigned, myself and a TSgt, but he was more into supervising the actual Base Operations section of scheduling aircraft and caretaking of Base Flight Operations of assigned support aircraft.
At first as I got to Personnel Assignment Section I did not see what I thought I was supposed to see. I saw a very beautiful young WAF, very light skinned in a short skirted WAF uniform displaying a beautiful set of creamy white thighs, that I wished I could just attack right there and fuck until she hollered mercy! Until now about the only female in my mind was back “home” in England. I had gone from a regular coitus interruptus situation accompanied by sometimes completion via the oral gratification route for the past 2 months, without any completion except what my hand could do, and to put it frankly, I was getting horny.
The Captain came over and greeted me. He then took me over to this foxy looking beauty and introduced me to her. Airman Tracy Benson, meet your new boss, Sgt Jones, he advised her as she stood and reached her hand to shake mine. I’m thinking... what did I do to deserve this? Exchanging pleasantries, we were then on our way to return to the Office.
But, by now the day had progressed to nearly Lunch time, so on the way we stopped by the NCO Club for Lunch. I found that Benson was married to a Security Policeman and had qualified to be assigned to the same base as her husband. They had just gotten married about 3 months previously right after both of them had joined the Air Force.
Benson did not have the rank to be in the NCO Club and the Air Force frowned on fraternization between the ranks. But they could not say much if a father entertained his daughter even if that daughter was an Airman. So on the way there, I explained this lie to Benson, who smiled at the idea and agreed to call me “Daddy” at the Club. How little did I realize would Benson eventuallly develop a certain desire to make me a Daddy.
We ordered our Lunch and each had a beer. I found that she and her husband had been somewhat separated while they were going to technical school and now that they had gotten a permanent assignment that they were eager to start a family. Right now was a very critical time for her, and as normal the Air Force was screwing her and their plans up by having her working one shift that was completely different from her husband’s shift which often lasted well past his normal quitting time so that when he did get home he didn’t feel like doing much of anything, even falling asleep with his uniform on. She was right in the middle of her temperature rise in her Ovulating period, and in a pristine time to get bred and start that family. On the other hand he had come to the base first while she remained at her Technical Schooling, and when she did get to join him here, he was working. They had not even had the time to have a chance to eat a meal together. I could tell that in the way she was telling me all this that she was getting extremely horny.
We got to know each other quite well for having just met, and by the time our Lunch was over if we had been father and daughter in reality we could not have known much more about each other. She was a Taurus and I was a Virgo, which meant that we had a lot of similar desires and concerns.
We finally made it back to the office about 1300 hours, where the rest of the afternoon was spent on her getting acquainted with her new job. It was quite evident that we were going to enjoy working with each other and that a certain electricity between us also existed, by her generous smiles at me and developing attention at everything I said, and her subtle hints at led me to believe that she was extremely horny.
I could visualize, as the afternoon wore on, that there was a very definite possibilities in this new clerk for some great fucking. Hesitantly, I offered to take her home after I found out that her nearly non-existent husband was working on her first day of being here to join him. My wife was to come home from visiting with some of her friends in Boise some 60 miles away, about 7 p.m., but I figured that maybe over a couple of beers or mixed drinks I could get to know this young beauty much better, if not see just how horny she actually was.
In as much as her neighbor downtown had dropped her off at Base Personnel when she had reported in to Base Personnel and signed in earlier that morning, Benson did not have transportation. We locked our office and as I opened the car door for her to get in, she sat and swung her legs around, giving me a very good view of a pantyless crotch covered only by very thin, almost transparent, flesh colored panty hose, as she smiled up at me, knowing full well what she had done. I did not see any dark shadow, attributing the lack of that as her being blond haired down there, or having shaved herself, the latter I actually preferred having been with pre-puberty Ana so much in the recent past. There is definitely something very erotic about a “smoothie”. My cock came to full attention.
Our drive to my quarters in married housing was painful. At last we arrived and by the time we got into my quarters, my cock trying to bust through its confines in my pants.
Several times I had caught Benson gazing at this and as I did, she would blush but not say anything, but her smile at being caught as she looked up at me told me a lot of things, like my hard ole “Johnny” might get a pussy bath pretty soon. As we entered the house, Benson quickly advised she had to use the bathroom. While she was there, I broke open a couple of cans of beer and handed her one as she came out of the bathroom. We proceeded to make small talk about our families, she once again re-iterating that she wanted to get started on hers. She advised that she came from a very mixed up family herself... her father was alcoholic and wife abusive, and her mother had worked for several years supporting her, and her 2 brothers who were borderline case of juvenile delinquency with the court system in Memphis, Tennessee. She seemed to think that the younger one of the two might be rehabilative IF she could get located and bring him out to live with her and her husband to possibly start his life anew and not being around his deliquent friends into drug usage and teenaged vandalism.
She took an interest in the picture of my wife’s daughter on the piano, and I did not let on to her that that daughter was not mine as well, in fact I began expounding on the virtues of Jenny as if she was my own daughter and I was the doting father. One beer led to another and soon we had completed nearly two six-packs of the sudsy. It was apparent that Benson was beginning to feel the alcohol, the hem line on her Air Force skirt was creeping up her white thighs as her speech was becoming somewhat impaired with her almost mumbling. She made the announcement that the beer seemed to be running through her and she had to go pee again, at which time she arose and nearly fell down and would have if I had not stood and grabbed her quickly. Putting my arm around her waist, with my hand slipping down to hold her buttocks through her skirt, I then steadied her and helped her to walk to the bathroom, opening the door for her. She had grabbed me by the shoulder in support, and would not let go as I helped her to the toilet. I turned her around to sit on the toilet, but she either had to pee too badly, or she forgot to slip her pantyhose down, or both, as she just sat there peeing in her pantyhose, soaking it. By the time she realized what she had done it was too late and after she finished peeing, I reached down and removed her shoes and then reached up under her skirt to the waistband of her pantyhose and removed her it from down across her ass cheeks, thighs and legs, as she pulled herself up by holding onto my shoulders, throwing the sodden nylon into the adjoinng bathtub.
She was a sight to behold... she had shaved her pubes as I had suspected and her pussy looked like that of a Ana’s back in England, except Ana’s was younger and not as full lipped... smooth, pink.
Her demeanor was very erotic... it was obvious that she had been fantasizing, probably about me, for some time, as her pussy lips definitely had a dampness seeping from them including the drops of her piss. I’m not sure she even realized at the time in her almost alcoholic stupor that she was anywheres without her legal mate, except for the fact that she obviously saw me, M-A-L-E in front of her and she was extremely horny at the time.
I was brought out of this dreamlike observaton by the phone ringing. It was my wife and she was calling from her friend’s home in Boise. They had been enjoying an afternoon of Korean women socializing and she had decided to stay overnight with her friends and return home the next day. I could not believe it... here I was with a new foxy Clerk, she was nearly drunk on her ass and half naked in my home, giving me every kind of come on I could imagine and my wife is not coming home tonight? I now had an idea that another other kind of “cuming” was going to very much happen.
Chapter 14
As soon as I hung up, I explained to Benson that my wife was going to be out all night and that if she wanted she could stay here with me since her husband would not be getting off work until after midnight and she had to be at work the next morning at 0800 with me.
This brought another big smile to her face... it was obvious that she had a certain design on my ass for whatever reason.
My wife had fixed some meat loaf for our dinner the night before and it was now in the refrigerator. I took this and placed it in the microwave oven and soon we were eating leftovers. It was obvious, though, that Benson had more on her mind than eating leftovers, as she reached down and began fondling my now hardening cock. Brushing her hand aside, in a teasing move, I went to the liquor cabinet, poured a couple of glasses of wine and delivered them to a very frustrated young airman WAF whose body language was crying with her need to be filled in that obviously hot cave, that had previously been soaked with piss after she had peed herself in her drunken state because she had failed to slip her pantyhose off as she sat down on the toilet to pee, between her white thighs.
I then proceeded to finish undressing her and then she was helping me to get naked. I rinsed out her pantyhose with hot water and hung them up to dry, and turned to her, my cock poking hard against her bare ass as I pointed her toward the bedroom. She hit the bed without removing the covers, and lay back on her back, opening her white hot thighs, showing her heated depths, obviously seeping her honey in excitement as she began crying and begging for me to fuck her. Up until now she had only given off body language and suggestions that she wanted to be fucked, now she was so horny upon seeing my hard cock pointing at her naked body, she could no longer contain herself. She was leaning into getting ahold of my hot stiffness to poke it into her shaven folds in pure hot wet lust... That was all it took as I lay my nakedness across her nakedness and took her into my arms kissing the nape of her neck, bathing her naked tits and face with my tongue. She had let go of my stiffness to cup my ass cheeds and pull me hard against her, and then she was reaching down once more toI grab my naked stiff woody and pull it towards her heated treasure chest and playground.
Then my helmet was splitting her pussy lips and I gently slid into her hot wetness, stopping only against her cervix. I proceeded to fuck her in a frenzy of action, but our combined lust did not allow completion without my cock slipping from her hot wetness in her drunken lust even though I could feel her pussy muscles trying to squeeze and hold my stiffness within her... She grabbed, and tipped up her glass of wine and then was guzzling her glass of wine, spilling some of it on her naked breasts in her haste to get my cock back in her. She was like a lioness... clearly in heat like she was wanting to get bred.
At this point she was clearly in lust, as opposed to love.
“To us two,” she responded. “Next year, let it be us three.” At first I could not understand what she meant, but then it donned on me... she wanted to have a baby, and obviously did not care who the daddy would be. I drank to that.
“You’re sure now?” I asked.
Although I had a low sperm count condition, I decided at this point that I would not let her know about that, because in reality I had about 6000 miles between myself and Ana, and Ana was the one that I wanted to make my life partner if and when I divorced my wife, who was becoming a complete bore with her so obvious desires to also be a Mommy. Ana did not care if she became a Mommy... she seemed completely content to just be my woman. In fact she had mentioned once that if we could not have children that it would probably be fun to just travel the globe periodically, visiting nudist camps, swinger clubs, and get to know others that enjoyed the lifestyle we had, as we already had done to a point. She had exercised behavior that strongly indicated that as long as I did not get “serious” with another woman, that if there was mutual consent that I was free to fuck whomever I wished. She would not allow another man to touch HER, but I had in turn given her comparable permission to fuck another guy if she so desired, or even to give him a blow job if she did not want to take a chance on getting pregnant by another.
But as much as I wanted to keep fucking this little married WAF, as if to help her get a baby that she wanted to much to have, I also did not want to lead her astray to the point that she might fall in love with me, divorce her husband thinking that I would marry her to settle down with her. So as we lay together to begin fucking and I did get my hard cock in her love canal, pressing against her uterus, I broke the consciousness of our mutual coupling and mentioned that I already had a committment in England if and when I ever got divorce from my wife. I then lay there, my hard cock soaking her pussy oils, explaining to her about Ana and what all we had been to each other. When I finished, Benson somewhat surprised me. She advised that she had had lovers before of the same sex as her, and that in the way I described Ana to her she thought that it might be extremely erotic to fuck Ana in this same sex relationship, all the while that I was fucking both women and giving them my babies.In fact she said that when I did fuck Ana the first time that she wanted to be there, too, so that she could maybe be pregnant by that time herself by me, and she could end up in a threesome with both of us and the three of us make some kind of moral committment to each other so we could have many babies.
“Oh yes! I checked, and there is no problem, she replied. She hadn’t said what the problem might be; and, despite my curiosity, I did not ask...
I found it easy to stop eating when she did. We even left wine in the bottle. “We’ll leave this for morning,” she said. “We’ll need the hot water,” so we did not wash anything.
I pulled her to me, feeling her nipples between my fingers as I felt her tits pressing the hair against my chest. When my rising cock pressed against her thigh, she rolled her ass against it. I had to let go. Then I was cuming, her creamy nakedness had gotten me so aroused with lust by her rubbing against me that I simply shot my cum into the air, wasting what she thought was my baby-making seed to be spent in her fertile valley.
My cock was now deflated, with my cum continuing to seep from its crown and pee hole.
Neatly, carefully, she folded the blanket down over the foot of the bed, folded it again and then a third time. The top sheet followed. She seemed unaware of me, but very much aware of her nakedness, absorbed in this minor domestic task. Her every move was efficient, the minimal motion to get that particular piece of cloth where it belonged, as she displayed her bare ass to me, teasing.
Her every move displayed her lithe beauty in the dim light. A breast displayed its fullness hanging down as she bent over. Briefly masked by a slight curtain of hair and an exquisite showing of hot pink pussy lips that were slightly swollen in excitement of lust, it displayed its pertness after she straightened. It jiggled as she strode to the other corner of the bed. I momentarily thought... what a waste of cum. If I had only been able to contain myself from firing off those volleys into the thin air, my seed would not be seeping, dripping onto the bedsheets from her hot cave and those hot pussy lips would be much more wetter because the mixture of my cum and her sweetness would be cause for this added wetness.
Her rump flexed as she reached for the sheet, tightened as she straightened with it. I glimpsed her bare mound as she turned towards me, the sparser hair left over from her shaven lips on those lips as she leaned over with her back to me. I tried to envision, that of what Ana would look like in this position, as I was viewing a cunt, an ass, without a face. Realization of this activity, a minute-two at most-was arranging a clear field for our action. She was preparing the space for her impregnation. By the time she climbed on the bed and rolled on her back, my cock had grown so large again that it nearly hurt... I had never before re-grown after fucking such tremendous pressure to explode once more.
Perhaps all this could be attributed to both Benson who was now naked beside me, and my thoughts of Ana back in England and how were going to start our loving family together.
I lay down beside her, and we kissed. My tongue thrust into her mouth, an imitation at one end of what I intended at the other. When she sucked on my tongue, I stroked between her legs. They opened, and I touched her labia.
So far, I’d been speeding, reprising our earlier play. Having reached the pointwe had reached in the shower, I slowed down, remembering the early ejaculation I had had earlier. I wanted Tracy to have, so to speak, a sexual experience that might compare with that of childbirth that she so intensly wanted, in both pain and white hot heat.
I kept to the outside of her nether lips for a while, returning to her thighs, cupping her pubic mound. Meanwhile, I gave major attention to the kiss. When I broke that, it was to kiss her chin and jawline around to her ear. I sucked on her lobe, then blew across the ear.
I did a quick calculation... it would be at least 12 hours tonight, and after that, another 8-10 hours, and very possibly another 6-8 possible hours after that either parked someplace where we could visit and drink and fuck, such as in a non-used park or remote section of some park where there was water nearby to wash off with, or at a motel, or any number of possibilities... how long do hickeys usually last? Then I blew caution to the wind as I began licking the nape of her neck and “chewing” in lust on the smooth whiteness of her beauty between her shoulder blades and her spinal column. This turned her on even more, I could feel her beginning to “hump” her lower tummy against my bludgeoning hardness in definite heat much like a bitch about to capture that male extension on a dog.
She shivered. “You think I’m easy,” she whispered in my ear. “Blow on my ear, and I’ll let you have your way with me.”
I replied, “I thought you were having your way with me.”
“Well, you are easy.” She grinned at me.
“Quite contrary, my dear,” I said. “I’m definitely hard,” I teased back.
When she reached down to check, I involuntarily thrust at her hand. “Be careful, love.
You might be able to harden me again, but the sperm take much longer to produce,” I cautioned.
“Then why don’t you just come in now? I’m ready.” I knew she was ready, but
she could get far wetter if she was anything at all like pre-puberty Ana in getting totally excited at coupling. I wanted one of those force-six orgasms that so many women seem to have when they get their lusty desires to get impregnated built up. “Plant those seeds,” she cried as she sashayed her wanton loins to align them so her pussy was straight in line with my poking cock.
“A sowing we will go,” I sang. “A sowing we will go. Hi-ho a dareo, a sowing we will go.”
She laughed, and her arousal dropped for a moment. I began tongue-bathing her. I kissed her mouth again, just briefly. Then I kissed down to her breast. By the time I had kissed all the smoothness, she was as aroused as she’d been before my song from the wetness of my spit. I licked the upthrust nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I parted her lower lips with my fingers and stroked between them. I continued that stroking as I kissed across her cleavage and up to the other nipple. Once again the beer that we had been drinking must have gotten to her but she was too excited with want of being bred by me to tell me, and as I kissed her pink hot lips, I tasted a certain saltiness, so I backed off a bit and saw her release that hot yellow fluid to run down into that nether canyon that joins the cheeks of her ass, and begin soaking the sheet that was stretched over those rubber pieces of sheeting that protects our mattresses from being ruined by bed wetting and then we were laying in soaked piss-soaked wantonness, continuing our foreplay to impregnate Tracy, or so she thought.
Resting on my elbow, I could move my left arm only on that pivot. That still allowed me to reach her ear. I began to rub the lobe between finger and thumb. She breathed more deeply. Her ear was not only attractive, but also responsive. This gal was something else again. Either her desire to have my seed growing in her tummy for the next nine months was so great that she cared about nothing else, or else her beauty was somehow wired to the point that her lust sensors connected to her lower belly numbered in the thousands, all over her naked beauty.
Responsive in another way, as she demonstrated, as well. I raised off her breast to ask, “Do you know how lovely you are?” I licked at a nipple before continuing. “Face, sure.
Lovely blond hair, sure. But your ear is so cute,.” I murmured into her ear. I traced the upper curve with one finger. “And your breasts.” I stopped to kiss the underside of the near one, as it supported itself without sag of a young virgin that had never had a baby sucking on it, therefore had never been filled with sweet milk.
“Even through bra and blouse, everyone can guess their delightful, upthrust shape. But only I know...” I bent back down to give a long, sucking kiss to that nearest nipple again. The smooth stiffness between my lips felt so good, her sigh sounded so accepting, that I bent further over to kiss the other one before I continued. “... the pert shape of the nipple on the end-and the roughness of the pinkness around them.” I licked her areola for a bit then, enjoying the tickle of the bumps on my tongue.
Chapter 15
I dragged my mouth off her to say, “Am I the only one that knows the sexiness of your front view: the mound and its smoothness...” Doesn’t your hubby do this to you?” I asked.
“My husband is a complete dud,” she cried, adding “I don’t know why I even married him.
Perhaps young love combined with a certain lust of wanting to be filled like you are filling me now, together with a father that drinks to excess and beats on my mother in my presence who will not stick up for her rights, develops a certain need to get out of the house and get off on my own. And my husband, who was raised an orphan and knows nothing of supporting a wife and being a lover to one, simply “caught me” on the re- bound as I was getting ready to leave that inadequate home life, or something. He cannot even make a baby in me, and as far as preparing me for his penetration into my hot folds of desire, he knows nothing about that, too. He is a tribal member of a northern Michigan band of Native Americans, and you know what they do, when they breed... their squaws do not wear panties under their long gown-like dresses, so if a squaw looks fuckable, they capture her, hold her down with the assistance of two or three other young bucks and the father-to-be just rapes her.
I trailed my fingers through that wiriness. “... the lips below...” I tickled the outer ones and then parted them. “... the warmth between.” as I licked the sweetness from my fingers.
I went back to sucking her nearer nipple, but my attention was all on this hand. I drew my middle finger up through her warm liquid, spreading it further up her ravine of loveliness.
She stiffened in anticipation every time I approached the junction of her lips, but I stopped just short and returned. When I passed my finger over her clit, she gasped.
I claimed that open mouth with mine, then thrust my finger into her center. For minutes I explored one end with my tongue and the other with my finger. I circled my finger inside her entry, enjoying the stricture as I lessened it. She gasped when I first rubbed the bump on top of her tunnel. I left it to stretch her entryway another micron. I returned to raise her readiness another degree.
Continuing the teasing below, I returned to her breasts for another feast. I sucked on a nipple while I withdrew my finger and returned it with a companion. Then I licked and lipped the bottoms of her breasts. Holding my right hand still, I kissed down to her navel. When I tongued that, she writhed, moving herself around my fingers instead of my moving the fingers inside her. She also laughed and relaxed from her height of arousal.
When-still laughing-she pushed me away from that spot, I allowed myself to be moved downward. One kiss above her bald slickness, one kiss at the corner of her pelvis, one kiss inside her thigh as I struggled to keep myself from placing a well deserved hickey of lust next to her heated syrupy pussy.
Then I was there, kneeling between her legs and licking between her lips. She tensed when I tasted the bud where her lips met. My fingers returned to the bump. I slid them in and out, licking the bud every time my finger tips withdrew from the bump.
“Don.” Her voice sounded strained. She reached down to grip my hair. I surrounded her clitoris with my mouth and sucked gently. At the same moment, I rubbed the bump on top of her tunnel more firmly. “Don!”, she repeated, almost crying, screaming in lust.
I let her pull me up her body, turning my hand as she did so. I stopped for a moment with my erection near my right hand. When I got it on the back of my two spread fingers, I followed that groove until it reached her liquid warmth.
With my tip just inside her, I shifted my hand up beside her shoulder. “I’m here,” I said.
After she raised her knees, I pressed forward. All her warmth surrounded me until I rested my mound on hers and our nakedness became one in a locking together that God had created in His development of mankind... The slide through her luscious interior had taken me near the edge. But she, having already been to the edge and back twice, would be ready for me.
On my next withdrawal, I put my hand palm-down between our bodies. My thumb pressed the top of her lips while I thrust inward, pushing her clitoris closer to the friction of my rod. Three fingers pushed her abdomen just above her pubis while I withdrew slowly, assuring that her G-spot was in the path of the crown of my barebacked glans.
My sensations, meanwhile, were exquisite. She was tight around me and yet soft. Where I rubbed against her, she was silky smooth. And then she was tighter yet, and gripping as I felt her pussy muscles “milking” my cock. She was ready. I could let myelf go.
I drew out until only my crowned tip was in her. As I trembled there, I could feel her inner lips against both sides of my crown. Then I abandoned all my restraint to drive myself forward until naked sexes mingled. Her gasp echoed my groan as I poured out into her.
Then she was moaning softly in my ear and writhing under me and driving herself against me as I shot load after load of my sweet white wetness deep into her belly. She was clutching around my “johnny”, milking the seed out with her milking muscles of her hot wetness. I felt like my balls were going to get suctioned right up through my cock to shoot also out into her liquid depths. She seemed to continue forever, and then she shuddered and lay still. One last tremor squeezed me out. I extricated my hand and tried to support my own weight as we both lay gasping for breath.
When a little strength returned, I kissed between her breasts and eased myself down her body. I kissed her beside her navel. “Swim, little swimmers,” I started to sing.
I was hoarse, and I had to clear my throat and start over.

“Swim little swimmers, inward, inward
Swim little swimmers, inward, inward
In there you should be gallopin’
Find the tubes we call fallopi’n

“Swim little swimmers, upward, upward
Swim little swimmers, upward, upward
Find the egg you seek above
Give us fruit for our love.

“Swim little swimmers, search throughout
Swim like a turned-on, hyped-up trout
Swim for one of her lovely ova.
For one to win, you all turn rover.

“In search of that ovum, you should zoom
Then snuggle together in her womb
When you’re in her quim, it’s time to swim
Swim, little swimmers, swim!”

I sang the last two lines with more energy than I really could sustain just then. I decided to snuggle down right there. It was a lovely place, although Tracy’s mound was a little hard under the side of my jaw, and her abdomen wasn’t as soft and steady as I was entitled to expect. Indeed, it was bouncing up and down as if she were laughing or something.
“Don?” She wanted something.
“Comfy.” And I wasn’t about to get it for her.
“Come up here. I will in just a... minute,” I advised, trying to catch my breath as I lay on her nakedness in near total exhaustion.
“Come up here, and I’ll tell you why I want to have your baby.” Well, I had wondered.
On the other hand, everybody told you to stop and smell the flowers. Well, this was a delightful spot, and I could smell her flower from here-essence of Tracy. But I knew this was a losing argument; she didn’t like any mention of her aroma.
I climbed off the end of the bed and removed the sheet from beneath her feet. When I’d flipped it over her, I joined her.
“That’s better,” she said.
I hugged her as closely as her position lying on her back allowed. Usually, We would be in a spoon by now, but this was probably best for tonight.
“You are handsome, and you are sooo clean,” she advised. I want my baby to have your looks and your mannerism.
She snuggled against him in a way that was clearly her last move before sleep.
Sometime during the night I awoke and she had coaxed my cock to stiffness once more and I felt her hot fluids coating my dick as she stuffed in into herself once more, riding me bareback as she would a horse.
“Oh, Oh, Oh,” she cried, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!”
I could hardly contain myself as she suctioned my hardness into her heated depths. Her pussy began farting and then I felt her release her hot wetness to bathe my barebacked cock, our pre-cum fluids mixing to bathe my nutsack. I reached beneath her bare ass and in probing her nether hole felt those same juices now running across her rosebud.
And then I felt it... my balls were giving up the fight as my hot maleness surged through my dick to burn its helmet now prodding her uterus, as her excitement swelled and we were then cuming together. It seemed like my whole innards were turning inside out, pumping gallons of my baby juice deep into her womb, although it probably was just a tablespoon of the stuff and it was not “baby juice at all, but of course she did not know that.
She would not let me slip from her heated wetness as I rolled over to lay on top of her.
We kissed and fondled each other, trying to rekindle our lust, but she had completely drained my balls. I turned back over onto my back, and she arranged herself so that she made me her mattress as she drifted off to sleep, my cock still in her hot fluid cave.
We barely made it to work the next morning. We awoke again at 0600 hours to fuck once more, she was not on birth control and continued to tell me about how she was going to make me a daddy wanting so badly to get pregnant by me. This caused me to get even more excited. I gave her another load of my pearly juice in appreciation.
I could not believe it... this young foxy WAF had only known me for less than 24 hours and already I had pumped 3 loads of what she thought was my baby-making cum into her belly, and she was wanting to make me a daddy. It also did not seem fair... I had restrained myself from fucking Ana for the past year or so because until we had found out that I had a low sperm count condition, we wanted to make our “first time” to be one of fertilizing one of her eggs so that we could make the Major a grandpa, and me a Daddy and her a Mommy, and I still had not fucked Ana like I had wanted to so badly.
Tracy and I lay together talking about how hard it was to make a baby, yet so many GIs and their comparable civilians on the outside were busily attending parties, getting drunk, and accidently impregnating their girlfriends and dates, even to the point that wife-swappers and swingers took extra precautions to prevent accidental pregnancies.
Chapter 16
We had a dual military role at Mountain Home Air Force Base. When I was first assigned there I was assigned to a fighter squadron that rotated temporary duty (TDY) assignments between Mountain Home AFB and Ramstein Air Base in Germany. This fighter squadron was the only one of its kind in the entire Air Force and it would spend 2-3 months at Mountain Home AFB, and then move enmasse to Ramstein AB for another 2-3 months, before returning to Mountain Home AFB again. Wives and children hated these rotations of duty as the husband and father was seldom home to do anything right. But for the husbands, this was definitely the kind of duty that made military life bearable, inasmuch as periodical “reliefs” could be conducted in the name of the country’s defense, to go someplace else, get a little poontang, or even develop an ongoing relationship with a piece of ass that did not know, or care, about marital responsibilities back in the States. It is suspected that some of these “overseas pieces of ass” had more than one TDY trooper or Officer taking care of her that may have or not had, any awareness of the other guy.
Being in Administration, I got to see a lot of this, because oftentimes the military individual involved would “fall into Adulterous situations over his head, with his girlfriend getting pregnant and then leaning on him for a wife’s military identification card, that meant that he had to marry her. My job consisted of having to research his military records to ensure that he was not already married. If he was then he had to consult with the military Legal people to find out how he was going to support that gal that was getting a growing tummy. Sometimes a wife, also might be 3 or 4 months pregnant when the military member came home from a 6-month TDY and had not been around his wifey for the past 6 months. I had one of these practically next door to me in familly housing at Mountain Home AFB, unfortunately I never did have the time to fuck her to find out, but several of my friends did, and they strongly advised that to fuck her mean an all-out night of naked, lusty fucking coupled with a relationship that lasted as long as one wanted, complete with doing their laundry, cooking and otherwise being a full husbandly role, until her legal mate came home. On that one occasion when he came home to a pregnant wife, it would take him another 6 months to finally rid himself of her and to get her out of Family Housing and even then the judge downtown awarded her complete child support and alimony to cover the next 18 years of the baby’s life, simply because he was married to her at the time of the birth of the baby and she had named him on the Birth Certificate as the “father” and her husband, at the time of the birth, without his knowledge. Court records would show later that the Court had ruled that it was not her fault, or the baby’s fault that the now ex-husband had a job that forced him to go on these TDY jaunts, treating them much like it was him that had been “out” playing around when he should have been home. The Air Force really let him down... they are so slow to act sometimes and are ill-prepared to deal with small town common sensed reasoning. In the case of Mountain Home AFB, many court decisions such as this were often the case, as the court consisted of jurors that were small town, agricultually related individuals that often saw a black thing as being black, or a white thing being white, with no room for intermixing. If you were married, you were married, period. If you were cheating you were still very much married, etc., etc.
Tracy had never been overseas yet, due to her lack of experience in the service.
I explained to her the nicer things about rotating overseas periodically... the ability to shop in foreign markets for things that would normally be quite expensive in the States, and being able to see tourist spots that would cost a lot to visit if one was going over there as a private citizen.
About six months after I had arrived at Mountain Home AFB, I got notification that a couple of squadrons were headed for Ramstein Air Base in Germany for one of these TDYs. Right away, I thought... Hmmm, Ramstein is a Military Airlift Command base, and RAF Station Mildenhall is a Military Airlift Command base, and there are probably courrier flights that take place, and are regularly scheduled, between the two.
What better way to get overseas and to see Ana once again?
I could hardly contain my excitement and while I at first thought that I’d stay innocent looking and keep what I knew under my hat, somehow it slipped out one night that Tracy had been overly amorous that I might try to get myself appointed by the appropriate Commander to accompany this TDY to Ramstein for the 2 months that they were expected to be there. Tracy and I, because we were assigned to the Wing’s “headquarters” operations, could apply to go on these TDYs if we chose to, even at the expense of our own workloads falling behind, because technically these TDYs were considered more important in a Cold War positioning than the support mission left behind. Tracy’s eyes lit up at my sharing this information with her... this was a chance for her to “go shopping” in Germany, to “cement” our relationship further by continuing to fuck me and try to get pregnant while we were together without her husband and us having to be constantly looking over our backs to make sure that both he and my wife were not going to be “catching” us, maybe naked in each others arms, or worse.
The following day we visited the Assistant Director of Operations, a Lieutenant Colonel Moore (he has since deceased) and made our case for our TDYs. We did not know it, but Colonel Moore would figure very prominent in an attempted rape case against Tracy that she later made formal military conduct charges on. Unknown to us as we were constantly trying to “hide” our relationship from our respective spouses, we were being observed by some of these Officers that did not know the whole story except that a young Buck Sergeant (me) was fucking a very attractive married WAF that was not his wife, and they wanted a piece of the action, too. Tracy, in her desire to become pregnant by me, had fallen in love with me, therefore would not allow any other ‘dick’ to touch her. She was so blind about wanting to get bred that she did not realize that I was not breeding her but only fucking her. If she would have paid attention to some common sense other than what she possessed between her white hot thighs, she probably would have been fucking one of these Officers and have been pregnant by now. He was very acceptive of this and almost before we knew it, we had our printed TDY Orders for this upcoming TDY, And then, through our continued attempts for her to get bred almost on a daily basis (somehow she had now been getting fucked by me for about 3 months, through 3 Ovulating periods and she was still having her monthly “bleeds”, I guess she never did realize that just maybe she needed to have me checked out, too, for having an adequate sperm count? Of course with all that fucking, in her concern to get pregnant, it was also becoming quite obvious... she was doing things with me that made me believe that she had fallen out of love with her husband and that my position was far more than being “at stud”, in her mind.
We would find out, shortly, just how “off base” we were in our thinking. We had to limit our conduct while on that long 15 hour flight in flying time that consisted of 3 days with stops for refueling in Missouri, New York, and then on to Mildenhall and Ramstein, on that old C-130 cargo plane. I could barely contain myself at Mildenhall, being so close to Althorp, and if I had been left to my own desires, I may have deserted, irregardless of what the Major had cautioned me about, just to see once again my true little love. As a result of that long series of flights, by the time we arrived at Ramstein Air Base, both Tracy and I were extremely horny for each other to the point that she was becoming irritable. I was extremely upset because at our just previous stop at Mildenhall, I was so close, yet so far, from seeing Ana.
We nearly collapsed at Ramstein AB on our arrival. Because we were not married, we were subjected to the rules and regulations of singles housing, which meant an open-bay barracks in an all men barracks for me, and visiting quarters for Tracy consisting of 3 women to a room. Tracy happened to have “lucked out” further, the two Lesbians she was assigned room with were a couple of Bull Dykes. Thankfully for her, she was quickly “earmarked” for a further TDY from Ramstein AB, to a little known Air Force Station north of the Artic Circle, that consisted of a radar station for the Early Warning System the Air Force had developed in the event of an attack from the then Soviet Union, and was to leave the very next day, actually in about 6 hours.
Tracy would not be the only one to “gain” another TDY out of Ramstein AB. I got one, as well, and that was to Muslim-occupied Turkey. Turkey is a nice place to visit... IF you are a teetoler. This country’s religious fanatics made a stipulation with Uncle Sam if the latter wanted a peace-keeping base in their borders... no alcoholic beverages. Now I’m no alcoholic, I can leave it or take it, but when someone tells me that I cannot have my evening “beer” or glass of Kosher Wine with my Supper meal, they had better have more reasoning than their Muslim beliefs on hand. Needless to say, I went alcoholic drink-free for the next 2 months, in addition to getting extremely horny. Those camels started looking pretty good! Just kidding.
I did get a chance to call Ana one time, on our return to the States, when I was waiting for Tracy to return from Iceland, at the Ramstein Base Operations. Unfortunately her mother, with whom she had since reunited with after my departure from England (and her bad influence), had taken her to London for some shopping. One of her older sisters answered the phone and was very apprehensive about letting on to me about anything that was going on... and I found out later, much later, that Mrs. Kydd had developed a certain relationship for her youngest daughter that would ultimately bring my true love out on international television the next time I saw her. And, as I found out later, she would probably have never been on that television screen if she had any idea that I was still interested in her-stupidity on my part.
When Tracy did return from her TDY to her base, we could barely contain ourselves. We could not wait to get back to Mountain Home AFB, get in my car and head for the nearest motel in Mountain Home. We had decided that we would not contact our spouses at all for at least 3 days so that we could get naked and fuck each other’s brains out.
Chapter 17
For the next nine years I would go about my business of doing my job in the Air Force, quit the Air Force and become a civilian in the commercial shipping business. Tracy and her husband would be reassigned to Japan in the Air Force, and I would be reassigned to Korea, therefore stopping all of Tracy’s and my trying to “get pregnant”. My wife got over her deep concern to have a baby, and when we got to Korea, she began work to find a blond, blue-eyed baby that was maybe of a mixed coupling between a Korean woman and a Caucasian man in the many settings of American GIs in Korea that knock up Korean women and then leave them when they return to the States, oftentimes married to American women to begin with. There is a whole “industry” of sorts that collect donations from churches and sociological institutions in America that support this activity, and arrange for adoptions of these “orphans” for couples that wish to adopt.
After about 6 months of searching, my wife found a little girl, aged almost one year, that we decided to adopt. We went through the process of adoption, and then I had a new responsibility, and soon my days of remembrances of Ana, the Major, and what I once wanted to do began fading away. I now had a new member of my family to look after, play with, support. My enlistment expired and I was in Korea, now with two dependents, and with no visible means of supporting them, so I re-enlisted one more time, not even thinking of the Major’s promises made to me 2 years previously. Shortly afterward we rotated back to the States, this time to California. I had been seeking to gain my 4-year college degree, and soon I was accepted to go to school full-time while on Active Duty, in a program called Operation Bootstrap, where I was relieved of all military duties and requirments, was assigned to a college of my choice, and had the only responsibility as far as the Air Force was concerned, to finish off my 4-year degree.
I made a bad mistake. My military supervisor did not realize that when he signed my release to go to college that he would suffer a manpower shortage that could not be replaced because officially I was on “temporary duty” for 6 months. He was pissed when he found out and he tried to recall me to my assigned military duty. He found that he could not. I also made a bad mistake by staying in my family housing quarters, and living locally and doing the things that I would normally be doing as if I was still at my military job. At my military job there was a Technical Sergeant that was very jealous inasmuch as while he was bending his elbow at the NCO Club on a nightly basis and I was going to college at night while he was doing so, now for some odd reason he was jealous that I was relieved of duty to finish my degree while he had to work. This culminated one Sunday when he observed me to have an out-of-regulation long hair style and told me to get a haircut, and I told him what he could do with himself. He went back to the base, complained to our pissed off boss, and the next thing I knew was that I was being ordered to report to the Wing Commander IN UNIFORM, which meant that if I wore my uniform that I had to have a military haircut, and if I did not show up, that I would be guilty of a Faillure to Repair Order inasmuch as it was given by a full Colonel, which meant that I would have been recalled to active military service cancelling my TDY, and probably would have been demoted, if not thrown out of the service. Needless to say, I showed up for this appointment in uniform, my hair cut.
Just before I was about to complete my degree requirements therefore was about ready to return to duty at my job, I met with my squadron commander and briefed him of the bullshit that had taken place at my duty section. He understood it well, and took me “under his wing” and had me reassigned out of that duty section and into his office where he had a vacancy for someone of my rank that also had a college degree. At first all seemed to go just fine... but anyone reading this will know that you should never piss off your military supervisor as there is such a thing as revenge. In my case, my revenge began surfacing with a new assignment that came down to reassign me to our base’s headquarters in Nebraska. A little minor research would reveal that my pissed off supervisor had a buddy at that location and they were going to reassign me to that buddy’s office and Gawd only knew what would happen then. But I had another iron in the fire... my 4-year enlistment was about up, I had a college degree and my new boss could not get me promoted. He took me to the Wing Commander one afternoon in his attempts to get me promoted, and the Wing Commander remembered me from the haircut incident. He would not say anything, except that “If you re-enlist after what you have been through, you will be a damned fool”. When a Wing Commander and a full Colonel tells you that you had better listen and do what he says. In order for them to send me to that new location in Nebraska, I had to have at least 6 months remaining on my enlistment. I had 5 and one-half months left, so I refused to re-enlist. This was at my total active military service point of 16 years, with 4 years to go for military retirement, and my refusal of re- enlistment nearly brought down the entire base’s re-enlistment program-they could say little to first-term airmen they wanted to retain, with a 16-year Staff Sergeant refusing to re-enlist for the final 4 years for retirement purposes.
I left the Air Force in August 1976. My wife and adopted daughter moved to Los Angeles about 3 months previously where my wife got a job. I got out of the Air Force, and relocated to Los Angeles to be with them. We rented an apartment for about 6 months and I got a job in a steamship line agency as an Export Documentation Clerk. I did not tell my employer I had a college degree. After about 5 months I was getting bored with mediocre tasks to perform on my job and began complaining. The District Manager of this company saw that it was obvious that I had more than a high school education from the work I was performing, and called me in to his office, shut the door, and counselled me with my previously filled out job application. I leveled with him and told him the truth, and he quickly reassigned me to a sales position and promoted me to a higher pay level.
My wife and I then bought a home just east of downtown Los Angeles, that set on about one-half an acre.
I never have believed in hiring anyone to do my yard work, but always did it all myself. I also chain smoked about 2 packs of cigarettes a day. I would go outside and work, and leave my cigarettes in the house so that if I “went” for any amount of time without a cigarette to smoke, I would have to go into the house to get a cigarette and have a smoking break.
One day I was working accordingly. I wanted a cigarette. My wife and adopted daughter were inside the house, watching the TV, some program that I didn’t think I cared about.
How wrong I was! As I walked past the TV, I glanced at it, and there was the Major. The Royal Wedding was live, taking place. I couldn’t believe it! I became very excited. My wife remembered that I used to go to Althorp on the weekends, but she did not fully understand what Althorp was. I exclaimed that I “knew him”, she asked “Why? How?” I then explained to her about how I knew him, and she replied, “Yeah, sure...” as if to not believe me at all.
Then I saw the Major began the journey down the aisle at Westminster Abbey with the new Princess on his arm. I did a quick calculation... that had to be Ana! My little girlfriend had grown up and had been affiliated by her mother to be around the Royals a lot, and when Prince Philip got tired of his son, Prince Charles, of portraying the “playboy” Prince and had ordered him to pick a bride, my little Ana was “standing there”.
I later found out that Prince Charles had not wanted to pick anyone because he was truly in love with a divorcee by the name of Camillia Parker Bowles, but that his father had ordered him into this marriage. It was a marriage made in Hell from the very start because he did not love his bride. I was probably to blame for a lot of this as she (Diana) had imprinted herself to grow up and somehow I would come back for her, and since I had not and Prince Charles had stepped forward, he would be a good “replacement” for her. Of course I did not know all this at the time, but after news releases started coming out right after their first baby, Prince William, was born, I wrote a letter to Kensington Palace in London, where I knew the Princess was living, estranged from Prince Charles.
Chapter 18
It did not take long for the Princess of Wales to write right back. She really chewed me out! She wanted to know why I never did return for her, why I did not even write back to her after I left England. She said that her father, the Major, had “gone to his grave” wondering why his “Yank” had never written or even returned, to England. He said that he often blamed himself for talking me out of going AWOL and staying in England in the first place, as he was just wealthy enough and of enough prominence that he could have given me a new identify and the authorities would have never ever found me. She sounded very upset about this.
She wanted me over there right away, to see me again. She was fed up with being married to that jerk and putting on a display for the media. I almost went, but then I figured that I should at least check with the British Consulate in Los Angeles first.
I had developed a very good relationship amongst trade officials in Los Angeles of other countries. I was a Director of the International Trade Club of Los Angeles/Long Beach, a Director of the Export Manager’s Association of California, and a Director of the Long Beach/Los Angeles Harbor Transportation Club. I was on a first-name basis with most foreign trade officials that represented their governments in the Los Angeles/Long Beach area, as well as locally elected government officials in California, and often worked as a “go-between” of these officials in the realm of international trade developments.
The British Consulate General listened to my plight. He had known the late Earl, Major, Spencer. He clearly did not have anything good to say about the Royals, but then he did not say anything to offend them, either. But he strongly recommended that I hesitate about going back over there, as he thought I could cause a major international incident that might even embarrass the President of the United States of America. He said that Diana was presently undergoing a lot of mental stress and no one seemed to know exactly what she might do, as she was getting very revengeful toward the Royals in general. So I waited.
I went home that evening and was somewhat perplexed. I went to bed and lay there in the dark, my wife already snoring. I was sick of the little attention I got when we had sex. She was always in a rush, acting like a dead log as if she was only accomodating an effort to let me masturbate in her body and didn’t really pay attention to my needs of love and attention, and once I came she would just roll over and go to sleep. Then I either had to lie there, frustrated as all hell, or masturbate, which didn’t really give me the satisfaction I wanted.
I lay there thinking... We had been together now for nearly 17 years. At first the sex was okay, not wonderful, but okay. Then four years ago her sister-in-law had had a new baby and I began playing with the baby a lot, even changing its diapers from time to time. Her sister-in-law actually loved the idea of me coming over to attend to the baby, but my wife’s Korean brother got offended, as it was not a “manly” thing in his culture to attend to a baby like that-most Korean men don’t spend much time with a newborn and instead leave the cleaning/bathing, diaper changing, etc. to the new mother and begin spending time with the baby after the baby’s second birthday. My wife (and I think to this day) and brother apparently got their heads together and decided the best way for them to stop me from spending so much time with the baby would be to accuse me of falling in love with the sister-in-law. Now as I fucked that “dead log” she would accuse me of wanting to fuck her sister-in-law, with whom I was allegedly falling in love with... That sister-in-law was a fox, and I could have well fucked her without too much effort, but I was in love with Ana.
Tonight, my wife seemed to improve a bit as she had made fried Oysters for me, one of my favorite foods, as if she was trying to get me horny for some reason, like making love? She had also bought a bottle of Kosher wine, my favorite, to eat with the oysters.
She had sent our daughter to stay with her cousins for the evening and had dressed in a sleep outfit complete with crotchless panties that I had bought for her previously from Fredericks of Hollywood that she had always refused to wear until now. Something was definitely “up” and I could not figure out what it was, unless she had decided to be a wife for once. But I would soon find out.
I had done my normal thing. She was a real turn on for once, and I stripped naked and assisted her in coming to bed in that erotic sleepwear. I kissed her and she responded hotly, and then I was fingering her pussy, exciting her. And then she rolled over on her back, opened her thighs and I could feel her pulling on my hard cock to direct it to her heated warmth. I slid into her hot wetness and soon we were going at it like we were fucking our brains out. Just as I could feel the suctioning in my balls of my non-sperm seed, she turned her head and advised that I must be feeling good tonight thinking I was fucking her sister-in-law. My now hard cock never got so soft so fast! I climbed off her and left her laying there, and went into the bathroom, took a piss, and went back to bed, this time in my daughter’s unoccupied bed. She apparently got her jollies with doing that as a couple of minutes later she came to where I was laying on my daughter’s bed and tried to get me to come back to bed. I refused, and told her to go fuck herself, because I was not going to ever fuck her again.
I sighed and turned over, knowing that I had had sex with another woman before with Tracy knowing that it was not just fantasy.
I woke up the next morning from a very erotic dream - one in which some woman was doing to me everything that I had ever wanted. I couldn’t see the woman’s face, or remember her body, but I certainly remembered the sensations.
I then thought back about Ana, now I could remember her as Diana, as she was not only an adult now but she was a wife of another, yet for all practical purposes she was just about a wife in name only. She had been fucked, and one of the conditions she had been married was that she had been a virgin bride, a requirement for the position she was married into. Then it dawned on me... my fantasy was in fact my long lost mate, Ana and the picture was becoming quite clear.
A couple of months ago I had read a story that I really liked, and for whatever reason I did something I had never done before. I sent a letter to the author telling him how much I liked the story. I then began checking out the availability of flights from Los Angeles to London and their costs, and began wondering just how much of the advice that the British Consulate in Los Angeles may even be true... if Diana was about to divorce Charley, then was she not just another British citizen again. That the Royalty may be part of the government may be true, but she was divorcing herself from being part of that part as she was fed up with her role there.
I wired Diana at Kenningston Palace that I was coming, and gave her the flight number I was coming on. She wired right back and told me to simply catch a taxi at Heathrow Airport, and to come by taxi to Kenningston Gardens, that there was a jogging track there that people often used, that she used, herself. She gave me the details of when she might be out jogging and advised that we could meet that way so as to not raise suspicion, and that after we met she would somehow find a way for me to follow her back in to the Palace. She told me to leave my suitcase and extra clothes at home, that what she had planned for me if I needed a change of clothing that we could get that arranged, but that chances were, once we got into her private quarters at the Palace, I would not need any clothing for awhile.
When I did get my tickets, British Airways got something screwed up, and had me down for a flight from Seattle, instead of Los Angeles, to London’s Heathrow. So I quickly caught a flight from Los Angeles to Seattle, arriving at 3:30 p.m. there, and caught the nightly British Airways Boeing 747 leaving there from 6:15 p.m. I had forgotten to make return reservations, so I made them with the stewardess in the air somewheres over the Hudson’s Bay. I then tried to take a nap, as I was somewhat concern about when my next nap might be, as Diana had pretty well confirmed that our first 3 or 4 hours might be spent in her bedroom-she had some very definite plans to fully consumate our relationship this time around!
By the time I arrived in London I was almost in a tizzy. The British Customs people wanted an address that I’d be staying at. I gave them the Kenningston Palace address, and the Customs Officer recognized it and told me I was a “joker”, that no one that flew on British Airways in Coach section stayed at the Kenningston Palace. So I hastily took out my old address book and gave him the address of Althorp House, the Major’s residence-apparently the dummy did not recognize Althorp House as being important as well.
By the time I did finally get through British Customs and Immigration, I was beginning to feel a little bit that I might be living in a fantasy, and I had to pinch myself to make sure I was awake. I found a taxi, and gave the driver the Kenningston Palace address... this guy joked about something like, “Yeah, and you are going to go there and fuck the Princess?”
How little did he know that he almost hit the nail on the head! But I did not answer him except to tell him to mind his own business, and Ps and Qs, and to just get me to the Kenningston Palace parade grounds. I was probably one of the few Yanks he had hauled that day from Heathrow Airport to any destination in London, without a suitcase, and only with a briefcase.
Just as we were passing Kenningston Station for the Underground, I spotted a florist shop and stopped the taxi long enough to get a bouquet of flowers for my Princess. I got a dozen deep red roses. The cabbie had to make a rude comment about that, too... something to the effect that “He ain’t only gonna fuck the Princess, but he is going to romance her, too!” I told him off when I heard this, but then apologized to him... I did not need him to come back later on if he decided to call Scotland Yard, or something, that he had “a weirdo to Kenningston Gardens, and slipped him a $20 bill as a tip to keep his mouth shut and his ideas to himself.
Then we were at the Gardens. I paid the cabbie and stood and watched him pull away from the curb. I definitely did not need him seeing who I was meeting. As soon as he was out of sight, I turned and walked up across the greens. I quickly came to the jogging track and there she was! She saw me and I could almost smell her hot wetness beneath her jogging shorts in her excitement. That she had had a baby had only rounded out her beauty from the little girl I remembered in her now well developed womanhood. She was every bit the beauty I had seen in all the magazines, projecting the innocence that only a true Spencer could exhibit.
How we managed to keep people from stopping an gawking I don’t know. She advised later than she often walked and jogged with others, so maybe the public just took it for granted that she was just some woman out exercising from the neighborhood? Some wo-man!!!!!
We walked and talked around the jogging track for almost one and one-half circles. Then she pointed out a side entrance she wanted me to go to on our next turn around the track and said that she would soon follow, and as soon as she got there she would open the gate and we could then quickly pass through it, lock it and then we would be pretty much privately alone. She cautioned me that I could not even kiss her, though, until we were safely beyond the closed and locked door of her apartment in the Palace. I could hardly contain myself and by this time her finely rounded ass and cute smile had my dick as hard as a rock and almost stretching my pants. She glanced down and told me to “cool it” that there would be time enough for that in just a few minutes. Man, this Princess was going to get fucked... and she knew it!
Chapter 19
On the next pass around the field, I found that gate and I could barely contain myself to get to it without causing people to notice that I was headed in that direction. Diana had lagged behind as if to go around the track once more. However when I did reach that gate and glanced back at her, she had broken her pace as if to return to the Palace as if she had to pee or something.
As soon as she got to the gate I stood aside and she opened it and we quickly slipped through it unnoticed. She pulled it shut and I could no longer contain myself, and quickly took her into my arms and slipped my right hand down across her firm rounded left buttocks. She quickly kissed me and pull away, taking my hand and pulling me to the door. She opened the door and we were quickly inside. As soon as the door was shut, true to her word she came into my arms. I don’t remember how we did it, but somehow by the time we were in her bedroom we were both naked as the day we were born. Later we would find her panties, bra, jogging shorts and tube top, tennis shoes and socks, together with my briefcase, underwear, shirt, pants, socks and dress shoes in a line from the door into her bedroom. She was soon on the bed, her thighs spread wide and pulling me by my cock to her hot cavern which was very wet at this time. Even though she had had a baby, William, she was very tight. But I slipped the helmet of my hard cock against her pussy and it was almost flowing with her sweetness and then she bucked against me and I slid all the way into her valley of love and felt my cock hit her womb deep in her belly as she encircled her bare legs around my waist and locked her angles across my ass and began “bucking” in heat as I pumped my cock into her love tunnel. Her heat was exquisite and it wasn’t more than just a couple of strokes and I was emptying myself into that heated wetness. If I had had any sperm in my cum, I would have produced another technically legal Prince for Buckingham Palace at that time, as she was still technically married to the future king of England.
We lay there naked in each others’ arms for a bit, dozing off into a dreamland of sorts, her bare thighs still encircling my bare ass, her ankles locked together in lust over the small of my back, and my now softening cock seeming to swim in her pussy honey and my spendings, still inside her tummy. Then we were kissing at last... we had not even stopped to kiss in the process of our disrobing and urgency to begin fucking. I sucked on the nape of her neck, her shoulder blades and her bare back, as she did the same to me. I could feel the “burnings” of hickeys being formed and did not care... and I did the same to her.
Suddenly although I had just fucked this beauty, I felt jubilant and wanted to stand, holding her naked in my arms as she stood, too, and dance with her. I raised myself up out of bed and asked her to stand and found some music tapes and put them on, and then asked her to dance with me. Our spendings were now running down her inner thighs and my cock was still seeping cum hairs from our earlier fucking. She gladly came into my arms and we must have looked a sight, naked as the day we were born, waltzing about her bedroom, freshly fucked. We danced for about 5 minutes and then my cock began getting hard again, and I lay her back on the bed and was soon trying to reach her throat with the end of my cock deep inside her belly.
My mouth drifted down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples, then nipping them while my hands played with the other breast, then between her thighs. In between nibbles and bites, I told her how pretty she was, how her breasts were so wonderful, and how soft and smooth she was between her legs. Then I was cuming once again, deep in her, and when I finished, she really did me one this time... she used her cunt muscles to lock my now deflating cock deep in her so I could not move my hips at all, and then she was bathing me with her tongue all about my face. She was heated up she said that the Prince had never made her feel like this in the years they had been living together, and it was obvious that if I wanted, I could have probably brought her back to the States with me when I returned. I suggested this to her and told her that there was a bit of a problem with that, even if she divorced her husband and I divorced my wife... she had grown accustomed to a lifestyle that I could ill afford and while she assured me that she could become adjusted to it, I knew that she would never be happy after living with all this wealth, even if I was fucking her like this everyday. We drifted off to sleep again, still locked together in our mutual spendings.
I awoke about a half hour later, and she was still asleep and in my arms. She seemed very peaceful, with a cute little smile on her face as if to say to me that she was carrying my baby at last and that she felt whole as a woman and a mommy and mommy-to-be. I reached down to cup her bare ass with one hand and took the other hand and reached down to cup her shaven pubes, my fingers finally sliding into her, stroking the roof of her vagina - her pussy as she had felt so many times. My mouth slid down from making her tits as sensitive as they could be, and centered between her thighs. I did the same magic on her clit and pussy as I had on her breasts sucking the her mixed sweetness and my latest spending of cum from her heated depths. She came, with loud noises, wanting more, but not able to move away from what she had.
I begin to play with her - bringing her right to the edge of orgasm, then letting her cool back down. Over and over Ibrought her to just the edge, and would not go one step further. At one point she glanced at the clock and realized that I had been doing this to her for well over an hour. Her pussy and clit were so sensitive that she seemed that she could almost come with just a touch, but I now understood, based on what we used to do when I would tongue fuck her, when she would come, and so I backed off just seconds before.
I finally crawled back up across her bare belly, her chest and breasts, but not until she had a shattering orgasm - begging me to come inside her. I decided to temporily ignore her pleadings, instead very quietly, very slowly making her come over and over until she wasn’t sure she even knew her own name. She was so deeply in lust and out of control of her emotions by this time that she actually peed the bed. I felt her hot piss soaking my cock and balls and welcomed the hot wetness bathing my bare legs as I lay more or less in her nakedness.
I brought her up again, licking her clit, then fingering the roof of her vagina until she simply could not stand it anymore. She grabbed me and inserted my penis, no - my cock she reminded herself, into her mouth, licking the pre-cum off the tip as she did, then very gently putting the tip of her tongue right at the slit in my cock, opening it with her tongue to get more of the pre-cum. I blew softly into her pussy, the vibrations pushing her right over the edge again.
Diana took my “johnnie” out of her mouth and begged me to fuck her. I turned around, giving her clit one last lick beforeI did. I started to enter her, but Diana stopped me.
“Let me be on top?” she asked.
I didn’t say a word; simply lay down beside her, my erection still glistening with her saliva. Diana scrambled over me, her hand guiding my cock into her as she lowered herself onto me. She lowered her lips to mine and began tongue fucking my mouth.
“Don, Honey...”, she cooed. “Wouldn’t it be fun for you if you could give me your seed and plant it in my womb with my egg and make a brother for William that technically would be in line for King of England, as I am still married to Charles?” she asked as she was pistoning up and down on my hard staff that was “tickling” the inside of her tummy button. “I love you so much that I’d do that for you, my Love,” she continue to coo at me.
With that I realized that she hated Prince Charles far more than the media had ever offered.
She tried to hold both of my hands down as she rode me, but I refused, letting her have one hand, but my other stroked her clit while she clasped me with her pussy muscles, milking me inside her, wanting all of my cum load headed for her womb.
Shortly she was rocking herself back and forth, her breasts bouncing in front of me. I put my hand down to her soft, smooth mound, stroking her clit as she fucked me. I suddenly arched my and she would have had to have felt me pulsing inside her. That gave her yet another climax, and she almost screamed with pleasure before falling forward onto my nakedness chest.
We fell asleep, with me cuddling her in me arms. Some time later, it seemed as
though it
was in the middle of the night, she awakened to

find me snuggled up to her back in the spoon position, my hands on her breasts, cupping them, stroking the nipples, gently tweaking them, those same breasts that had suckled Prince William when he was just a newborn baby. She murmured a bit to let me know she was awake and enjoying what I was doing. She felt my hand go down between her legs, stroking her clit softly. Diana moved back against me until she could feel my erection pressing against her, and moved her legs apart to allow me freer access.
Depleted of all my cum I had saved for her, my cock would not swell again. She had nearly fucked me to death and I had enjoyed every minute of it. We lay there and began with all seriousness our ideas of what we had become, how we once were, and what each of us wanted our future to be like. She hated the Royals with a passion and went into detail about the how and why she had married Charles, how she had wanted and even prayed that I would return to England and make her my missus, and how we might thoroughly enjoy our lifetime together by living erotically at every chance we had, visiting naturist parks, even buying one to run of our own, and seldom buying any clothing except to escape the cold weather that often accompanied our winters if we had to stay in England. Since she had become Princess of Wales, she had spent a lot of time on Corsica, the French beaches, and had even visited some of the Florida beaches. She had heard of the Santa Cruz nudist beaches but had as yet to visit one. She said that the Royal security forces often made it very hard for her to get around freely as they were constantly watching her and anyone that accosted her for any reason. It was for that reason she said that it was awfully hard to meet me today, but she did find that it did go smoothly as planned, and with that she planted another big hot wet kiss on me, and reached down to fondle my soft cock and balls in pure love.
This continued for several minutes, until Diana could feel that she was as moist as she could get. “Take me now please. I really want to feel you inside me.” As Diana said this, she rose up on her knees, bending forward with her head on the pillow and her bottom completely in the air. She felt me guiding myself into her, and after I was well inside her, she felt my hand come around her, playing with her clit while I slowly slid myself in and out of her. I lasted much longer than I had earlier, and by the time I finally started thrusting into her much faster she was on the verge of her own orgasm. When she came, she clamped down with all her muscles, trying to milk everything she could out of me.
When she awoke the second time, it was daylight. She turned over to findme just lying there, watching her in my complete love for her.
“Morning lover,.” she said, kissing me. I could taste our spending on her lips
and my cum
was spotted all over her nakedness from my excitement of having shot wads of it
on her
breasts, tummy, back, creamy white thighs

“Morning yourself,.” I replied, feeling an urgent need to pee. Then I remembered how she had gotten so sexcited at one point the night before that she had peed the bed. I decided to award her similarly and began spraying my hot piss. She felt it start and reached down and grabbed my cock and aimed it directly at her naked juncture between her inner thighs, as if to wash herself with that hot yellow piss.
As soon as I finished peeing, we kissed and then Diana pushed me over on my back, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. She could still taste a bit of herself on me.
She licked me, then started to slowly fuck me with her mouth. She felt me pulling her legs toward me, and lifted her leg over my head, settling herself down on my mouth, as if to desperately hope the wetted semen around her pussy and on her thighs wouldn’t offend me.
We continued like this for several minutes, and Diana seemed to feel herself responding to my ministrations. She could tell that I was starting to get close, and hoped I could hold out until she was ready to come. She seemed to feel me inside her as I sucked and nibbled on her clit. The fingers were gone for an instant, then resumed their stroking motion.
Suddenly she seemed to feel my hand and fingers around her asshole, spreading her cheeks, then I inserted one into her rectum, doing the same things there that the other hand was doing in her pussy.
Diana frantically sucked on my cock, as if hoping now that she could last until he came. he didn’t, and an almost electric sensation shot through her, and she seemed to try to cry out, but my cock muffled everything. I could feel her pressing down harder with her hips, then it felt like she tried to lift them, not knowing as if she could not make up her mind which sensation she wanted more - her pussy being licked and finger fucked, or her ass being finger fucked. She then would have had to suddenly heard a muffled groan, and as she must have felt a warm spurt on the back of her throat as I erupted into her mouth.
I could easily tell that this gal, no matter what her social position in life was or who had given it to her, was actually in love, to a love that she had created herself way back 15-20 years ago as a little girl. She swallowed my cum and then she lay there in her naked bliss and contentment, her head on my naked chest, tears flowing from her face, crying silently in culminated lust at the guy that so deeply loved her. I felt like an absolute heel in the way that I had treated her. But hopefully we could begin anew, and what a new experience it would be with her as now that she had lost her virginity, had a baby, and now we were back together in our love and lust, I was not about to let go of her again, and she was exquisitely happy about this as we murmured sweet nothings of love to each other in our post orgasmic bliss.
Chapter 20
We lay together for a while, then got up and took a shower together. Diana told me that she had to get dressed; as I soaped her back and she did mine as well, even milking my cock with her hands to the point that I shot a couple of squirts against her lower tummy that ended up mixing with the shower water and running down her smooth skin to drain into the bottom drain of the shower; and tend to some motherly chores but that we had a week to spend together at least, and to discuss how we would start making plans to live out our lives in lustful bliss with each other. She cautioned that though until her divorce was final, that we could not be seen in public together, because if we went out and into the public that her loins simply would refuse her mental ability to control her emotions and before we knew it that some cameraman would be shooting pictures of her dry fucking me in some pose.
I loved Diana very, very much. I simply refused to accept what she was now telling me and began trying to devise ways of counteracting this secrecy so we could get out and enjoy life together a bit. I had come to England to somehow renew my relationship with her, but even in the best of positions that I wanted with her such as being nude in bed with her and fucking ourselves to completion all the time, needed much more in terms of enjoyment of us being together, enjoying doing other than things such as sex, together. I counter offered her proposal of not being able to be seen together and asked about several possibilities. We would go through a few of them, discussing them, and soon we had a completely new Diana appearing, in the flesh so to speak, and as it worked out several Brits ended up riding the Tube, or picnicing at the beach, or posing for pictures with that Yank and his British girlfriend at RAF Lakenheath and RAF Mildenhall, at Walsingham Castle, at Stonehenge, at Glastonbury Abbey and Glastonbury Tor, and not having a clue that they were in fact next to the Princess of Wales. Her hair went from blondish to brunette-turning-an-early-grey. Her fabulous breasts became “flat”, her rounded buttocks got much bigger. Her cute little smile was covered over with a witch-like toothless grin, and she looked like an extravant whore with all the makeup and cheap jewelry she wore.
The British Naturist resorts were no different than the American Nudist camps, once inside the “gate” and within the protective walling of the compound, all disguises came off and ours did as well. Fellow naturists/nudists knew exactly who she was, but they weren’t talking outside of the camp. Out of pure respect for her, we were made honored participants at most of the camps we went to, with our own “cabin” or caravan (trailer), so we had a very private place to thoroughly enjoy ourselves within the camp itself, much like any other couple.
Sometimes we would go out for a couple of days at a time to an extremely “public” place such as Stonehenge, or at the beach at Great Yarmouth, and she would be all dressed up in her disguise. One time I had to pee real bad at Yarmouth and as I was coming out of the “Gents” I overheard some blokes talking about “that ugly hag that was with that looney Yank”, so I know that our disguise of her was working quite well. How little did those blokes realize that that night the ugly hag fucked me so thoroughly that if I hadn’t had my low sperm count condition that a new Prince in the Windsor Castle would have been conceived for sure for all the cum I shot into that gal’s belly! Back onto the story written here.
Then I started in again - when she was panting and wanting me, leaned over her head, and as I bit her earlobe, I whispered, “You are going to lie on the bed, and you cannot move.
You cannot move your body; you cannot move your head. You are going to obey my every instruction, and you will come when I tell you to, not before.”
I then positioned her, much like she had been the night before, arms and legs spread out on the bed, She simply had to do as she had been instructed to do. It was hard - very hard - but she managed to keep herself from moving while I made her cum, time after time after time.
Diana quickly dressed, and left the bedroom as I laid there in my birthday suit. I could tell that she very much wanted to lay back down, she was fidgeting very badly, but she had some Mommy duties to perform. I was soon awarded with her naked presence after falling asleep in a doze for an hour or so. While she was gone one of her maids who had previously been sworn to secrecy about who could be found in her bedroom and when, had come by and straightened the room, and removed all the cum and pee stained sheets. I could tell that she must have really envied Diana when she saw my circumcised cock... she made some kind of comment that it must feel good to have that piece of muscle in one’s tummy, but I would not even suggest that this might be possible for her. I lay there on the fresh sheets and took my returning princess into my arms and legs and soon we were making up for lost time as “one body” in the same manner that God had created us.
We spent the rest of the weekend making love. We did not go out for meals, we had her household staff bring our meals to us. She had been experiencing bulmeric conditions prior to my arrival, so nothing was thought of that might be out of the way when she ordered extra large meals that we often shared when eating by her sitting naked on my naked lap and we hand fed each other with our fingers. No one can ever tell me about the germs that I might have consumed with her by spreading her sweetness of pussy juice on my bread, instead of butter, or the milk that came from her redeveloped lactating breasts.
We took to drinking a lot of water, because every time we fucked we would then pee on each other in post sex to wash our mutual spendings from our naked bodies... she loved to hold my cock and direct my hot piss onto her cum coated crotch, often “milking” the last drops from it as I finished.
With our newly developed stages of disguise of her we tried a little bit of everything. One afternoon I suggested a walk in the woods as we were returning from Norwich on the train after a day of shopping in a Marks and Spencers (no relation) Department store and a Woolworth’s, there. She had worn what I had asked, a long, plaid skirt that came down to her ankles calves, and Nancy Sinatra boots, and a turtle-necked sweater, but no panties.
We stopped at Brandon station, just inside the boundary of Suffolk. We emerged from the train and walked the 2 miles to Brandon Park. While we were shopping we had managed to pick up some extra shopping bags. When we got to the Mausoleum, we got naked, and put our clothes in those bags, and I took a piece of string and tied those bags together, about 3 feet apart, and flung the string across the back of my neck so that both bags now were being carried by me, dangling at my sides. We left our shoes on and we spent the afternoon hiking except for a short interlude of about an hour of when I just had to rut with her naked in the presence of only God above, who had made us to enjoy ourselves and called his creation “good”, about the park, naked as the day we were born. We found a clearing that overlooked the activities of the runway at RAF Lakenheath where we first met on that cold Fall day in 1969, and we baptized the memory with my cum as I shot it into her tummy. How little did those F-111 pilots taking off high over our heads with their afterburners on and creating such a racket of jet engine noise, realize that the Princess of Wales was getting exquisitely fucked beneath them.
We were a couple of “breeding animals” and we did not really care. We got dirt on my knees and on her naked buttocks and back as she wrapped her naked legs about my waist, locking her ankles across my ass, rutting beneath me. I could barely contain myself because I wanted so much for her to cum with me. Every time I thrust into her, she had to have felt the cool damp leaves and dirt beneath her nakedness pushing into the hardness of her shoulder blades because the rest of her backside was in the air trying so desperately to make me slide further into her white heat of lust. It was almost as if she were being penetrated from both sides.
I could feel Diana seem to could feel me building up for an orgasm, my thrusts becoming steadily faster and more frantic as the head of my cock began its swelling, my cock riding along the roof of her vagina – her pussy - then plunging deep inside her. When I came, she seemed to feel me spurt inside her, and she went over into another of those mind shattering orgasms, biting her lip until it bled to scream out her joy and lust in the most pleasant of surroundings that Mother Nature had given us as we worshipped the same.
We rested, saturated in our lust and slept a short nap. When we were able to stand again on our shaky legs, I let her skirt drop and took her hand, walking back to the path from where we had come (and cum), our mingled juices still leaking out of her, and down her thighs.
In our planning, we had taken into consideration that when we had gone out on our “field trips” we would probably be fucking on them at some point that developed during the outing. And when a couple fucks and then rinses themselves off with hot piss, a certain smell develops that people around you seem to abhor. We did not want to create any acknowledgement or awareness that a celebrity was in their midst, so as to eliminate this possible problem area we had taken to carrying a bottle of baby oil and a bottle of shampoo with us to bathe ourselves with previously to re-entering the civilized world.
Now as we made our way out through the Thetford Woods on the route we took to get to the River Ouse and a water supply we were very glad that we had brought along that baby oil and shampoo, because quite frankly we stunk to high heaven. We soon found the river and we lay down our bags and jumped into the water. After we got all wet, we emerged and took turns pouring the shampoo across our nakedness(es), rubbing each others skin thoroughly to create a very sudsy condition. Then we were back in the water again, and rinsing ourselves off. Then I conservatively applied some baby oil onto her pussy, ass, tits and she did the same across my ass, scrotom and cock. We finished by kissing an murmuring our words of love to each other before getting dressed once more and barely making it to the train station as the next available train pulled in from Thetford. When we got back to Kenningston Palace that night and back into her apartment we were just another young couple in love who had spent a wonderful afternoon trying to get bred out in Nature.
I had begun to suspect that Diana had not come clean with me on her sex life, but who was I to question her on this? She was constantly telling me how much she loved me, yet I got an idea that perhaps she was not telling me the complete truth. But I decided to let this “run its course” and maybe in due time it would come out.
The following weekend after the Brandon Park episode, we decided to visit Glastonbury.
For those that don’t know Glastonbury, it is the very real haven for paganism, witchcraft and what most would call the basic site for early Christianity. Joseph of Arimathea is said to have brought the remainder of Jesus’ family there in 40 A.D., to get them out of the possible clutches of Roman persecution. Now Glastonbury featured an old Abbey which the roof of which had burned off about 1250 A.D. and was never re-built, but its ground where the total Abbey once stood, covered about 20 acres, all under the same roof, making it the largest above ground church in the world when it was still intact. Nearby is the Chalice Well, said to have contained in it the Chalice Cup that was used to collect the blood of Jesus when he was on the Cross, the “cup” which was brought to England by Joseph of Arimathea when he brought Jesus’ relatives to Glastonbury, and which he placed on an ever-flowing natural spring that never ran dry and from which flowed both red water and clear water. Just above the Chalice Well was a large terraced hill that set well out in the horizon of the surrounding countryside called Glastonbury Tor. Glastonbury Tor had once had an early Anglican Church complete with steeple right at its very top, which was destroyed by an earthquake about 1550 A.D. and was never rebuilt, leaving only the church tower remaining today. Glastonbury Tor was a place of mysticism and one could actually feel the fairies flowing about one’s body. Glastonbury Tor is also the cross point for all the Ley Lines transversing England. A Ley Line is similar to the American natural water line that water witchers use to find underground veins of water.
These Ley Lines do not hold water, instead they carry a magnetic signal from within them, and they are often searched out by “witchers” such as the water witchers of America, complete with forked sticks that are moved by the magnetic force in the particular Ley Line being searched.
With the Ley Line comes a certain naturalness of being with nature. On a quiet night in the middle of the summer, many a new baby has been conceived on that knoll. Lovers often go there for the express purpose of consumating their love toward each other, in the dark and under the full moon. It is a very romantic spot and Diana wanted to go there so badly. So we went, leaving the Friday afternoon after our trip to Norwich and Brandon Park.
We had looked up a place to stay and in keeping with our disguise of who she was, we opted to stay in a normal place of accomodation that others of our appearance might stay... a Bed and Breakfast place. We found one that had a double bed, just a few short yards off the old Glastonbury Abbey grounds. All we knew about Glastonbury was what we had both heard about, and that did not include the romance that took place nightly on the Tor, so we opted to stay at the B&B with the idea of hiking to the top of the Tor the following day... a rather tedious climb of about 1.5 miles that ascended about 2000 feet in elevation.
We found that in our B&B accomodations that we had our own bathroom and toilet, on the third floor of a B&B house. After getting into the room, and quickly disrobing I decided to tease her a bit so as to make her cum so much more than she normally did.
How little did we know it at the time, but that the “fairies” of Glastonbury Tor also gave a certain influence on lives of lust in town as well. As a result of having not been fucked for the past 6-8 hours it had taken to get her on the train plus one of those double-decker buses, Diana was extremely horny and now one of those fairies had apparently invaded her and her pussy was awash in her sweet seepings so that when my large cock barely touched her vulva lips I slid deeply into her hot wetness. Knowing what I had accidently done, I withdrew my cock from her hot cave and she cried out so strongly that I slid back into her heated depths.
She came - over and over. She said later that she had no idea how many times she came, but she knew that she had never come like that before.
Chapter 21
The next morning we awakened in each others’ arms once more. I began to think that I had better do something with this little lovely of mine or else I will never be able to sleep at night without her warm nude body next to me, our crotches awash with spent stickiness. We took care of my morning stiffy and then we padded naked to the B&B’s bathtub and washed that stickiness from us. We dressed and went downstairs to a delightful British sausages, bacon, eggs and fried tomato breakfast. As I ate my eggs I could not help but wonder that if there was a way of extracting Diana’s “eggs” if they would taste the same as these did?
Then we were out of the B&B and walking up toward the Tor trail. We had disguised Diana once more, but as it turned out, we did not have had to have done that at all, as the couples that were out there were so engrossed in their own lusts they could not have cared if the King of Greece was with them. And those mythical fairies that existed on top of that hill made things just that much more erotic.
After about 30 minutes of hard hiking in a climb, we came to the ancient church tower. It is unfortunate that I feel compelled to mention this here, but it was clear what goes on every night on top of Glastonbury Tor, with the hundreds of used condoms laying about.
There is a bit of a saying that goes with the existence of a used rubber... for every one you find that has been used, there are probably 10 fuckings that have taken place without the use of one. And it has been said that for very 10 barebacked fuckings there will be at least 5 impregnating or breedings take place. I thought to myself... England does not have to worry about not having a population explosion, they have it all right here.
Our own loins were feeling the “pull” of those erotic fairies that lived on their Ley Lines...
A Ley Line will do miraculous things to a person, one can feel someone fucking at Westminister Abbey in some dark corner by laying on the ground at Glastonbury Tor.
The eroticsm that exists on any Ley Line will be multiplied by several hundreds of examples of eroticsm as those Ley Lines converge on Glastonbury Tor. Diana and I soon got so highly aroused that we could no longer contain ourselves and we tore at each others’ clothes so hard that we had them in strips of cloth. I was cuming on her pussy long before I could even slip my cock into her hot box. It was the only time in my life that my shooting cockI had not softened when I shot my cum. It felt like my whole interior of my nuts and cock and even inside of my stomach was going to explode deep into her naked depths that were now suctioning me deep into her belly.
It is very easy to disbelieve this if you have never experienced it... if I had not experienced it I would have sworn that someone was lying to me. This went on for about 30 minutes and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to survive. If I did not survive, what way to go!
After we had nearly turned ourselves “inside out” on that first coupling of several fuckings where my nuts just kept on and on and on manufacturing my cum, and I tried to stand, Diana told me to lie back down on the grass, and she begin to softly play with my cock letting her hair dangle across my groin, brushing back and forth with her golden locks. Then she grasped me, bringing me to her mouth and squeezing my cock gently so that what had been manufactured into pre-cum that new liquid once again began to seep from the head of my cock. She licked it off, her tongue trying to get just a bit more out of that little slit. The Ley Lines we were on would not let up. Common sense would have made us roll our naked bodies off that juncture, but we were not in a scenario of common sense... it was as if our brains had moved down into our loins and we wanted nothing but ectasy.
When I finally had built up enought cum to shoot some more out, instead of having me just cum in her mouth, Diana directed the jets onto her face. When I had completely finished, she wiped her face with her fingers, licking them off as she did so. She then proceeded to completely clean me once again, making sure that she did not miss a single drop.
As mentioned before, we were not alone on the top of that famous Tor. There were perhaps 25-30 couples in varying ages laying on those Ley Line junctures. Unlike Diana and I, some were little more than hippie-types into free love settings, minor drug use such as Tijuana Gold. As I lay resting after this last episode, I saw a young nymph that was completely nude and had also been freshly fucked by her long-haired male companion obviously on some form of LSD that kept trying to fly. She finally nearly killed herself by climbing up on a ledge of the old church tower and jumping off, whipping her arms in the air. About the only thing that she did was to get caught just before she hit the ground by a couple of other guys that were standing directly below her. She did get to the ground, but one of those guys had his hard cock in her almost instantly and I just lay back and watched... the second one was soon sliding his hardness into her and getting slippery seconds. By this time she was clearly out of it... if she was ovulating, there was no way that she would have ever known who the daddy of her baby was.
With all the fucking came a lot of thirst, and most of this was taken care of by wine and water. Then there was the peeing, and defacating. A lot of browned anuses were washed with hot yellow piss. It was when we began noticing this that Diana had had enough and wanted to go back to the B&B. Somehow we managed to tie enough of our shredded clothing we had torn off our bodies in our extreme “heat” together and we got it on and began descending the Tor. We didn’t realize it when we were so busily trying to fuck our brains out through our sex, but we had been up there on that Tor for over 16 hours and it was now nearly midnight! We were nearly dead from the exhaustion of climbing it in the first place, and then having all this sex and coming back down to the B&B, the only thing we wanted to do when we got there was to strip naked, crawl into bed and “snore”.
Sunday morning, when I snuggled up to her, as if she could feel my hardness pressing against her she pushed back against me asking if I would like anal sex. It had been about 20 years since we had tried that and she had been so small that it was far from enjoyable, but we had done it because I was so hard at the time that I had to do something to “get off” and at that time we did not want to bust her cherry.
“I certainly would, you have such a beautiful ass that I really would to try that with you,” I answered, “but are you sure?” I asked. She advised to the positive and added that the Prince had often almost raped her back there as he was so bi-sexual that it was a common behavior with him. This took me by surprise. I had often wondered just how straight that jerk was and now it was out... he not only had been playing around in adultery with that divorcee, he had enjoined in same sex affairs with his butler, housemen. We then lay there and she told me all about it, saying that a couple of times when he was so engrossed in that behavior and did not realize anyone else besides the guy he was fucking in the arse was in the room, she had snuck in a video camera and had taped the episode, in case she ever had to use it as in a divorce court, or situation where his eligibility to become King was involved. She ended the conversation by advising me that she had enough proof positive that the British people, if they knew, would never allow him to become their King.
I crawled out of bed, got my jar of Vaseline that I normally carry with me, and slipped back into bed beside her. I was gentle, slow and careful, being sure to get her as worked up as possible before I put a little bit of Vaseline on myself, and rubbed a little bit around her anus. I pushed into her, as she pushed back on me. Every time she showed the slightest sign of pain or hurt, I would stop and wait patiently. Finally I was entirely inside her, the warmth of her ass enveloping my cock. I stayed still for a moment, then told her to take the hand and fingers and place them over her pussy and to use my fingers in whatever way it made her feel good, in her pussy.
It was becoming clear now... her husband had been raping her in the arse, without regard to her having any pleasure from this act. She had acted a little hesitant about doing it although she had been the one to bring it about by suggesting it. The only thing I could figure out about all this, and as I look back on it even today, she loved me so much that she wanted me to have complete sexual satisfaction, as well as mental awareness, of her dying love for me.
As we continued, she seemed a bit surprised that I would ensure her complete enjoyment of this very private act, constantly advising me that Charlie did not seem to care about this or that, that all he seemed to want was his complete satisfaction even if it meant her not getting any. Diana was a little surprised at that, as she had never tried that before, but did as he asked. Then my fingers were rubbing her C-spot and she was awash with lust as she tried to wrap her bare legs backwards around my naked thighs.
The feelings were delicious for both of us. Diana seemed to feel intensely full, and I could feel the my fingers massaging her through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her colon tube all along my cock.
It didn’t take long before I emptied myself into her bowels, Diana cuming right along with me.
We showered together, with my efforts being that of taking great care to wash her completely, even to the point of shampooing her hair. My hands were loving as they caressed every inch of her naked beauty. Oh, how I loved that gal!
On Monday morning we took a breather from all our sex activities, and I took her to the Chalice Well. One cannot be in the presence of that natural beauty without actually feeling the spirits that surround it. I have seen with my own eyes the experience that many spiritualists occur, as if their strong beliefs and behavior toward their “Born Again” Christianity is somehow not right; because when they enter the presence of this holy source of water, some form of spirit overtakes them and they soon pass out. It is mystical at best, to describe. When the passed out spiritualist wakes up, they often “throw out” the demons that have possessed them, by throwing their hand-carried Bibles onto the ground.
Trash cans around the Chalice Well are normally full of used Bibles that people no longer want to have, because they have found the true spirit of Jesus which does not carry with it any desire to live a “born again” type life.
Diana was not affected by this spiritual awakening as her father, the Major, had raised her to think otherwise. Mrs. Kydd had tried, Diana, advised, to instill in her children the strong “born again” belief, but the Major had always been able to quell it in his kids.
Diana further advised that she had heard of the Well, and that Charlie had visited there one time shortly after he fell from a horse playing Polo and had broken his arm. He went there and lay in the holy water pool formed below the well a ways down the slope, for about 20 minutes and was miraculously healed. Smirking, she said that it was too bad that he did not submerge his head in the holy water as well, perhaps his thinking would have been re-arranged somewhat so he could have been a better husband to her.
We left Glastonbury on the following day, Tuesday. We did our “tourist” thing. We found that we could drop a lot of the costume thing to disguise her appearance, and did... People coming here were not looking for the Princess of Wales, they were seeking religious things. We walked about the town shops and even visited people in the restaurants and tea shops. We portrayed that we were from Seattle and even acknowledged that Diana was British, that we had met and married in Seattle when she was a student at the University of Washington, and were back here in England on our honeymoon.
Only when we left Glastonbury did we re-disguise Diana. We got back to Kenningston Palace quite safely and were soon undressing for bed, to rest after our exhaustive trip.
Diana expressed a strong desire to be able to leave all this royalty crap behind her and to become my common life wifey so that we could enjoy our lives in peace the rest of our lives as a common wife and husband.
Chapter 22
It was a good thing that we were laying, fondling each other, kissing and making real love, nude. I had decided that we had to get a few things straightened out between us before I could go any further in this relationship with this lovely lady that I loved so much. First and foremost in my mind, she was still basically very much the little innocent gal that I knew back in 1969 and 1970, but the advent of her marriage and “graduation” to British royal surpluses had tainted her mind a bit. She no longer knew the value of money, and I had noticed on this latest excursion to Glastonbury that she even had troubles in getting the correct change back when we made a purchase on something, as if she could not count money. She had an intense desire to buy at a whimsical moment, even to the point that she may or may not have actually needed the item she seemed to want to buy so badly. I am basically a very down-to-earth guy and I enjoy nature’s beauty to its fullest extent. With that comes the acceptance of others, regardless of their social or economic position that life has dealt to them. Diana had basically the same inner self, but the exposure to the Royalty crap had taken its toll, and she seemed offended to see a woman that seemed to like to fuck just for the pure experience of fucking, such as what we had experienced in those 25 or so couples at the top of the Glastonbury Tor. She could not seem to be able to accept seeing some guy that had to pee, just go off to the side and pee, regardless of who was around to watch-even though she did not see anything wrong with my doing the same, and she even would often “hold” my cock as I pissed! It was almost as if it was okay for us to pee when we had to pee, but if someone else had to pee, they were supposed to do it behind a building or bush out in the open, where no one “can see”.
I very lovingly brought these attributes to her attention. At first I felt a bit of apprehension of her possible acceptances of them, but then she said that she had also wondered about this herself these past few days. She said that my presence had brought back old memories... memories that she had of her father when he was alive, of how he used to do things, as compared to how her husband and his family did them. She loved the way I did them and told me that I had become a very strong post for her to lean on in trying to get her life straightened out. She went on to tell me that a lot of her problem(s) were directly related to my failure to come back to England when she thought I should have, because if I had done so we would have probably been married long, long ago, and that she would not have ended up in this mess that the world thought of as a Cinderella marriage. This made me very very sad, and I almost cried as I thought about it, of what I had mistakenly done to this fine, beautiful creature that I was finding myself loving very much all over again.
When I had made up my mind to come back over here, one of my brothers-in-law in Los Angeles, who had once been a spy chief for his Korean government in Japan and had quit that job to immigrate to America, suddenly was recalled to Seoul for being a possible witness on a large spy ring that had operated out of Kobe, Japan, involving alleged kidnapping of Japanese Nationals by the North Koreans to use these Japanese Nationals for language instructors at North Korean spy schools. My brother-in-law had infiltrated these spy rings and now they were looking at him to testify at several of the trials of the North Korean spies who had been arrested in Japan. My in-laws were an industrious bunch and had a family-owned liquor distribution business in Los Angeles County. When my brother-in-law got recalled to Seoul, his wife phoned my wife and asked her to come to Los Angeles to assist in the family business until her husband could return, which she thought would be at least six months duration. What an opportune time for me to come to England to re-acquaint myself with this young beautiful, but yet famous, English beauty!
I don’t know exactly why Diana had this awful desire to be part of my life, over others that could do so much more for her than me, in a material sense. It was obvious... this sweet young thing-she had been severely abused, not only by her husband but his family as well, as if she had been mere property to be bought and sold and to fucked/bred to produce an heir to the British throne. She went into a sobbing chirade of how Charlie had been pretty much ordered to marry either her or one of several of the younger teenaged girls that were hanging around Charlie’s apartment on London’s West End, by his father, Prince Philip, in the name of establishing some kind of decency. She told of how he had courted her sisters and neither of them could stand him so they had refused to date him.
She told of how she had figured shortly after they were married that he was in fact in love with someone else, and may have even been fucking that woman on a regular basis, because it was only a short time afterward of their wedding that they were at the summer home of the Queen and the phone had rang and she picked it up at obviously the same time that the Queen Mother had picked it up and some strange woman’s voice was on the other end explaining that Charlie should drive into Norwich and wait at a Chinese restaurant near the old wall for her, and would the Queen Mother please pass this information on to him? Now she felt that even the Queen Mother was trying to sabotage her marriage. She could do little about it at that time, she was three months pregnant into the birth of Will. Instead she just abided her time and sat back, watching, and recording events that would later on help her immensely to gain the upper hand on her situation with the royals to gain what she wanted.
She went into the excusions of wintertime events in Switzerland, advising of the “family” that Charlie’s father had developed there. When Charlie and his siblings went on holiday to Switzerland as the press would report, in reality they were visiting their half-siblings.
Yes, the Prince had another wife there that had given him 3 more children. Diana was very emphatic about this, snickering that “what man in his right mind would want to be married to a witch looking like that “skinny bitch”-like Liz?” She had taken pictures of her father-in-law and herself together with the woman in Switzerland, adding that at no time did we ever hear of the Queen ever going to Switzerland with her “kids” to go skiing, and that that is why.
Diana began asking questions about our future. She wanted to know what real life in America was like, as opposed to the trips she had made thus far to New York City, shopping, or to Washington DC as a member of visiting royalty. She wanted to know about Washington State and my family ranch that her father, she said, had often mentioned from hearing me tell about it. She wanted to know if the Cascade Mountains were truly the Alps of the western United States. She wanted to know about the Mormon Church as well. She considered herself to be “Christian” from her affiliation with the Church of England, but she was dissatisfied with that organization because in her words, God had let her down in favor of Charles and his destiny, and how he as her husband had treated her. I did not know it at the time, but the reigning Royal on the throne was in fact the leader of the current Church of England... what a mess! She had seemed to feel right at home at Glastonbury, and Glastonbury, while it is revered as “Church of England”, in reality it is much different because it offers an alternative to what the alleged Disciple Paul was all about, and replaces “Paul” with Joseph of Arimathea, who was actually Jesus’ great-uncle and knew Jesus, as opposed to “Paul” who allegedly met Jesus five years after the Crucifixion on the road to Damascus. She had heard of the Mormons, and according to her she felt that maybe they were more onto the truth than the traditional Christians were.
I began thinking... perhaps I should take her to America, incognito so that no one would recognize her, and let her stay in America for a couple of months? It should be relatively simple to do... we could use her G-2 Gulfstream that she had managed to “squeeze” out of the Prince in her separate maintenance agreement when they had begun living under different roofs, and sorta work our way into the U.S. from Canada first, so as to camouflage a celebrity’s arrival into America, with only the air traffic controllers and one or two U.S. Border Agents even have the slightest idea of what was going on.
I suggested this to her, and she didn’t know about a couple of months, but she said that if we were careful possibly we could do that. We’d have the airplane with us so we could get back to England almost on a moment’s notice if we had to, over some problem with child visitation, etc.
She disclosed to me that she had been overly promiscious with a couple of guys right after she found Camillia and Charles doing their thing behind closed doors. For a year or so she had not allowed Charles to even touch her, she was so fraught and disgusted with his bi-sexual antics and faturation with Camillia she did not want to hardly even see him.
She had incurred bulmenia problems which were followed by people with whom she had a lot of contact with because of her position, and some had taken advantage of this that led to incidents right in her bedroom. She had gotten pregnant without Charles’ help, because she, too, had urges in her loins. She said that she had always had these urges that dated back to the times we used to spend together on the weekends at Althorp and on those trips we took when I’d picked her up at her mother’s or brought her home afterwards. She had managed to keep her hymen intact somehow so that when the Royal doctors examined her under the rules of virginity to be mate to the future King of England, hers was intact and in place.
When they did marry she had all intentions of remaining faithful to him and in becoming a good wife to him. But she said she had been disillusioned. She quickly realized that she was not “Royal” material. One of the biggest jobs she had as a Princess that she had to remember, was that no matter how ill it seemed to be was that she had to be gracious, smiling, upper-crusted societal all at once, all the time, regardless of what she was subjected to in the Royal household. I could see where she had this problem. She had been a commoner at Althorp and had enjoyed romping naked around her dad’s sheep pasture with me and our attempted love making out when no one else was around. And the Prince had not made it any easier on her, as if he was now trying to get rid of her once they had “made” a legal heir to the Throne, with the birth of Will. She said it was awfully hard to even live with him once she had discovered him with the Royal valet and had taped that for the future possibility that she might have to use this taping in a divorce proceedings against him, and then when she also discovered his grandmother assisting him in his adulterous attempts with “PB” as she referred to “that woman”, it was almost too much for her to bear and she began in her own attempts to end the marriage. With that came a series of affairs that led us to where we were today.
Diana took me to places I really had no need to know, but she wanted to share with me. In looking back on these sexual exploits I could see that she wanted to completely level with me and let me know exactly where her mindset was currently. Diana was a person that had to have that certain feeling deep within her, to be completely honest with her mate.
So when she went into remembrances she had had with some of the Royal “friends” it was not with any kind of disgust that I could hold for her, because what she attempted to let me know about could only be her sexual history that she wanted me to know because we were so much in love with each other. She had always maintained that “hope” that “her father’s Yank” would return for her, even as she accepted the future King of England into her bed.
It was a marital coupling that had gone all wrong. A few blokes had been there, in the right place and at the right time... with the names of Mannachee, Waterhouse, Gilby.
They had been one- or two-incident affairs without much concern on their parts for her fulfillment-a sort of “wham, bam, thank-you-Maam” activity on their part at fucking the most fuckable of women on the face of this earth, as if to increase their male prowness at her, Diana’s, expense. All they seemed to need was their successful male desire to cum in her depths so they could boast the same to their friends.
One was a little different and for awhile she said, she thought she might have latched onto something with him. He was in the British Army and had been assigned to her as a riding instructor. In being around the horses alot, she had experienced a lot of animal husbandry, and Hewitt was “there” at the appropriate times when the mares were displaying behavioral patterns of being in heat. In fact there were times when Hewitt had made crude remarks about those “long things” that hung below the stallion’s loins, as being probably adequate for the job that needed done. She said that she would reflect on that in her own mind and it would give her feelings of a similar need in her own loins. Once she had gotten so “hot” that she knew she had to do something and obviously it had been portrayed in her looks because almost before she knew it, her riding pants were undone and down around her ankles, along with her panties, and “Jimmy” was doing things to her that the stallions had been doing with the mares, as they lay in the hay loft on a couple of bales of hay.
After that she began devising ways for him to get into her quarters at Buckingham. She said that he was so crude, yet so desirable, that she could not leave him alone and that this continued on and on and on. She began experiencing a need for his loving, loving that she had never before experienced in her life except with me-a deep down loving and concern by a man for her complete satisfaction. She said she had given him her utmost everything without care or concern for her own well-being, so that when she began having morning sickness problems she knew exactly what had happened. Will was going to have a baby sister or brother that did not have the same father as he did. When the baby was born, Harry was subjected to a new procedure, called DNA testing and his DNA did not match the Prince’s for the Prince to be the daddy. At that the Queen, and Philip, the Queen Mother, and of course the Prince and his siblings had just about divorced her from the household and the only thing that had saved her until today was the fact that Sarah was experiencing similar marital discords with “Randy Andy”, and the fact that she let it be known through her Solicitor, to her mother-in-law and father-in-law, that the Prince’s face would be rather muddy if the News of the World and similar newspapers got their hands on what she had taken pictures of, or made in recordings of certain telephone calls. She said that the Queen had so become outraged that Charles could have considered that his future in the Royal household may have been limited, as well. She said that from that time on, her in-laws could not accomodate her enough as she had things packed and settled for occupancy of Kenningston Palace, along with just about anything and everything that she desired in way of personal benefits, etc. She even made sure that the new baby, Harry, was included in the “birthrights” of being a “Windsor” and that the DNA tests were forever sealed, showing him differently.
James Hewitt had agreed to keep everything quiet until such time as of her death, in case he outlived her. She said that he had suspected, but that he did not know for sure. She said he would often rub her pregnant naked tummy and ask it how his son was doing, in loving adoration as a father-to-be that loved the mother-to-be excessively and often showed it. She said that “Jimmy” probably was the closest she had ever experienced in a man similar to me that gave her the genuine feeling that he cared for her first and foremost.
Chapter 23
Diana said that while she felt “Jimmy” was in fact Harry’s natural daddy, and probably would have been a good future husband in that aspect, that once he figured that he was in fact the new baby’s daddy, that she began getting a feeling of betrayal in him, too. She said that she got the feeling that she could only attract “losers” inasmuch as these guys that were fucking her seemed to be Hell-bent on “fucking ‘em and leaving ‘em” type guys.
Only “Jimmy” was different (other than me) inasmuch as he was not doing this to her, but once he found out that she was pregnant that it was almost as if he had to go out and tell the whole world that she was “good in bed”. She said that she had gotten this from Sarah Ferguson who had heard it from some of her friends, so she did not know for sure just how accurate it was. So that when the baby was born and the DNA was done, she never did tell “Jimmy” about the results of the DNA testing. She had an extreme hold over him as well... her legal husband was the Commander-in-Chief of the British Armed Forces, and “Jimmy” was a lowly Captain in those armed forces-if he as much as spit on the sidewalk the wrong way it would not take much to get rid of him through military channels, and made a true example of him in order that no others would get an idea to embarrass her. There were several examples of this in British history, on documentations kept in the Tower of London, where less-than-satisfactory liasons had occured with members of the Royal household, and Commoners, in fact there was a penis that was about 400 years old that was kept in a solution of liquid to maintain its shape that had gone into a vagina that it did not belong in, and the Commoner it had been attached to died a death of pain and suffering totally unmatched since as the poor guy had bled to death. Later we would see how he kept to his word until long after her untimely death, although the parentage of Harry might seem to try to surface, all along, for the next 20 years.
As we lay there fucking and talking about all these things for the next two days, it was very clear that she was baring her complete soul to me. I don’t recall eating or doing much drinking for those two days, she had so much sensual love to give to me and she so much wanted me for being what I was in complete respect and adoration toward me. She said she had never felt such love for a human being as she did toward me and every since that day in 1969 when we first met. She didn’t know it at the time, but she did the same for me. How I wished that I could have gotten her pregnant, our marriage, our mental state of affairs, our babies would have enjoyed a level of love completely unmatched in the entire universe! Ours was complete, pure, blissful L-O-V-E!
We began making our preparations for the next couple of months. Because of the limitations on how much fuel it could carry, the G2 was very limited on how we could get to America. I got with the pilot and we devised a routing that would take us up over the United Kingdom, and on to Iceland, where we would refuel. Then we would take off “heavy” to fly direct to Newfoundland, our longest hop of the trip, missing Greenland by about 500 miles. Then it would be on to Montreal or Quebec, before going out across southern Canada to Calgary or Penticton. From there we would stay a day or so, to get our bearings before crossing down to Grant County Airport at Moses Lake. We took the two young Princes with us as she had custody of them. They flew very easy, the pilot was a pretty good babysitter by showing them all the aircraft controls. In the back of the jet was an area for sleeping, and I shot a wad of cum into Diana at about 30,000 feet as we passed south of Greenland, that she very much liked. The G2 still had its Worldwide Church of God markings on it, where it had been bought used with the fall of that church with the demise of Mr. Armstrong, so when we would land, only the air traffic controllers knew for sure just whom was at their airport, and we did not deplane. Diana was still resting nakedly in my arms as we arrived in Newfoundland. I found out later than we had nearly followed the actress Shannon Tweed into the air as we took off after refueling there, that was her hometown.
We got to Moses Lake and parked the G2 there, where it would stay for the next couple of weeks. I had a car at my parents’ and we retrieved it, and headed for warmer climes.
The next day found us at Santa Cruz, California, at the Hole in the Wall Beach. I had picked up a new 6-person tent and that night we were camped out on the nude beach there. No one even had the foggiest idea that the Princess of Wales was in their midst, as they did not even figure that she would be anywheres around... to everyone there we appeared to be a young white couple very much in love with two young boys, showing them the beach and the accompanying aquatic life found in the tidal pools, etc.
We would go on to explore Disneyland with the boys, and take in some nightlife in Los Angeles. Santa Monica is a haven for British and Diana fit right in without any recognition being made of who she was. I was constantly fearful of her being discovered, but she sorta took care of this by being so hanging on to me, I guess no one would have figured that Prince Charles wife would be practically making love in public with an American at every turn. But in any event, I was very careful to not drink too much in case I got overly boisterous and made a slip that might blow my cover.
We went to Las Vegas, and north to Reno and Lake Tahoe. She thought that Lake Tahoe was one of the most beautiful places in the world. I took her across the vast wasteland of northern Nevada and into Mormon territory of Salt Lake City and on north into southern Idaho’s desert and Sun Valley before heading into Montana and Big Sky Country. We rounded out our travels in the Pacific Northwest by me taking her to my ranch in north central Washington that she said she had always wanted to see. We stayed there for a week, hiking the hills naked and fucking out in the tall bunchgrass while the boys were busily “hunting” frogs and garter snakes around the pond, and trying to sneak up on squirrels that were always a bit faster than those British princes. Will nearly got sprayed by a skunk before I saw him trying to catch it and pet it, he had never seen one before.
We then returned to Moses Lake and took the G2 and headed south toward Missouri and America’s heartland. We flew to Louisana, Texas and Florida, then on up the Atlantic seacoast to New York. We began having our first lover’s quarrels there... she liked New York City and I could not stand it, as I love the wide open spaces too much. After much arguing about here desire to go shopping in New York and my fears of someone recognizing her, we left New York City and flew back across the middle West into Chicago, Fargo, and down into Cheyenne and Denver.
It was becoming apparent that as we progressed on our “learning experience” in the United States, that the life she had grown accustomed to as a Royal, simply would never allow her to become a commoner in the United States of America as a lifelong mate of mine. Where she had very little appreciation for the value of a dollar, I was considered somewhat of a skinflint. She loved to shop, in the most expensive of places for items that meant nearly nothing to me, where my “thing” was to go into a store such as Montgomery Ward, or Sears and buy what I want or need, and then get the fuck out of the store. Her shopping excursions simply drove me up a wall.
I enjoyed her sexuality and her loving attention when we were in bed together, but it was about all I could do to keep quiet and not upset her about her extravagant use of money.
So to remain good friends with her without upsetting the whole friendship and making an enemy of her, I began offering little suggestions of her returning to England without me.
She quickly caught on and asked for one more night in bed. She said that she could tell that what she enjoyed in shopping was making me irritable, that she was sorry, but that her desire of extravant gowns, and similar dress had become a mainstay with her and that she could not contain herself. That night proved to be one of the most erotic we ever spent and when we separated and she departed with the young boys the next morning we agreed to remain in contact and visit back and forth, but I knew that it might be a long, long time before we met again. The last time I saw her in person was when she and the boys climbed up the entrance ramp to the G2 at Minneapolis International Airport at the Northwest Airlines gate without panties and with my latest load of cum seeping out and slipping down her inner thighs having just been fucked for the last time in a passenger’s lounge area for mothers to take care of their babies, in. As I watched that jet lift off the runway and head north, I felt a bunch of tears overcome me and it was all I could do, to remain standing.
Chapter 24
Almost as soon as Diana and the boys got back to London, I began getting messages from her. She was very appreciative of my taking them on tour of the U.S.A. and could see why it had meant so much to me to see how her reaction might be here in the States to our kind of life. She closed by saying that she only wished for me the best, but that she did not see herself as being a “little American wife”, after she had been through.
I would continue, over the years to hear from her and exchange pleasantries with her. She began dating once more... there was a Hoare, Carling, Khan, Adams in her life, from time-to-time. She readjusted her thinking a bit and now seemed to be Hell-bent on revenge with the Royals. She wanted to bring down the whole House of Windsor, she said, time-after-time-after-time. She wanted to make things so embarrassing for them that they would never ever feel like they could present themselves to the public. She began doing extensive charity work, first with the AIDS people, then land mines people. She did not care what happened to her, as if on a suicide mission of some kind. I cautioned her on this a couple of times, she shot back with “I have already fulfilled my purpose in life, I have produced an heir to the British throne!”
Of course she had developed a lot of hate for the Queen Mother. She also began turning that hate toward Charles’ father and the Queen. She said that they were so proud of their grandchildren... that perhaps she could do something that might take some of that pride away from them. She began dating, and fucking various guys in order to get pregnant once more... this time with an African, so that she could produce a half-sibling to the future King in the personage of Will. She already thought that Middle Eastern men were quite handsome and what better way than to embarrass the Queen than to get preggie by a Muslim man and “have to” marry him. She could get preggie, then as the world found that she was preggie, develop a relationship to do the “moral thing” by marrying the baby’s father. In so doing, she was totally aware of the need to be a good little housewife to the baby’s father. In order to do this, she would have to become a Muslim and study the Koran, and become knowledgeable about it before she married that Muslim man. And in her way of thinking, what more would be more embarrassing than for the Queen to have to realize that her grandson, the future King of England and the annointed Head of the Church of England (Christian) would be studying the Koran right along with her because she had full custody of those kids and they, too, would be living in a Muslim home and being exposed to Islam everyday.
Once again I cautioned her on this, as I felt that she was really getting into something dangerous here. She replied that she did not care, she was going to “get even”. And so she continued. She began dating a Pakistani, by the name of Khan. He became quite alarmed she said, when she mentioned the underlying factor in her selection of him and as a result he could not distance himself fast enough from her. He got very fearful for his own life, because he was afraid that he might be “eliminated” in order for the Royals and sympathizers to the Royals to be able to keep her from doing what she wanted to so to “get even”.
Email came along and both she and I got it. Our messages back and forth took on a whole new experience. Now she and I could Email back and forth on a moment’s notice and we often did. She made me promise that on each time we sent or received, that we would “delete” what we had exchanged. She then went into all sorts of things about how Prince Phillip had an “underground wife” with 3 kids in Switzerland that Charles and his siblings visited from time-to-time allegedly as reported by the press as being on “ski vacations”.
Phillip was Austrian and had never completely severed his roots with the Alpine crowd.
She told about “Randy Andy” as she called him... Prince Andrew... and how Sarah Ferguson (Fergie) had found that while he was not gay, he certainly could not keep his hands off the young firm asses of a lot of girls. It was about this time that Sarah Ferguson would come to America and become a major stockholder in Weight Watchers, the weight control group.
She continued to date others, a Bryan Adams being one of them. She never did say too much about Adams except to say that he was often very timid and quiet, something that she did not care too much for.
Then in June 1997, she send a very excited Email to me. She had found the only guy that seemed to love her more than what she felt from me. His father was a billionnaire, and owned Harrads of London. He was an Egyptian, which fulfilled her desires to marry an African and have babies by him. All indications were that she had finally met a guy that could sincerely care for her in a way that she had become accustomed to living and that truly loved her for the woman she had become. I’m not sure that she knew it then, but she said that she was pregnant by Dohdi el Fayed, and that he had proposed marriage to her and that she had accepted. She cautioned me to keep quiet about this, as I had been asked to do about her other Emails, but said that they had discussed this and that she wanted Dohdi to meet me and for me to meet him, because we were a lot alike in personality.
They were planning a November wedding, after which they would take a whirlwind around-the-world honeymoon trip lasting for a month, visiting each one of the former British colonies that flew the Union Jack at one time or another. They were planning to stop for a weekend in Vancouver, British Columbia, some 250 airline miles from my ranch in north central Washington, and if we would meet them there that they would helicopter over the Cascades to visit with us there. Of course I agreed to meet them at the ranch.
I began having concerns, though, for her safety, security. I contacted the Okanogan County Sheriff at the time to voice these concerns, but asked that he keep it “under his hat”. He and I agreed... if no one knew that she was going to be in Okanogan County, how could anyone be looking for her to come? So we kept it a secret. In the Cascade Mountains, high above Loomis, Washington, around Nighthawk, Washington, the Drug Enforcement Administration people were constantly using helicopters to surveil drug operations in the area, from Marijuana farms to Meth labs, using all kinds of detection equipment. So if Diana and Dohdi came across from Vancouver to the ranch, the helicopter “whop-whop-whop” blades would probably be ignored a just another DEA team looking for illegal drugs. Theirs would be a little different because the “whop-ing” would continue out over the Okanogan Valley to the Okanogan Highlands to the ranch, but then people around Loomis and Nighthawk would not know that. As the helicopter arose to get over Bonaparte Mountain the “whop-ing” would begin again, but then it would be in another search area yet for more drug searching and surveillance. And as it passed over Bonaparte Mountain and got closer to the ranch, it would be on the ground before anyone would probably become aware of it being around... the population of that area is very sparse.
It is with that in mind that we continued our plans of meeting at my ranch. As summer progressed we would each be undergoing a transformation of sorts of our lifestyles.
Diana, with her sons, had enrolled in classes in Islam in preparation of becoming a Muslim wife to Dohdi. Dohdi’s father was very proud of his future daughter-in-law and was giving his world away to his son, practically. They were spending a lot of time just off the coast of France on Dohdi’s father’s yacht, where they enjoyed a lot of sunbathing, relaxation. They had complete communications capabilities and our Emails continued.
On August 30th, 1997, I received a birthday card via Email for my birthday, from Diana and Dohdi. True to form I did not keep it and did not realize that in 30 hours I would have had probably the most treasured possession I could have ever kept. For about 6 p.m. on August 31st, as I was eating Dinner, my next door neighbor began pounding on my door in excitement. I opened it and he saw that I did not have the Telly on, and quickly told me to turn it on. What I was, made me very angry and my wife and had to carry me to the couch... I had nearly passed out!
I had a hard time sleeping that night, and for the next week (I still have troubles sleeping at night, some 6+ years later) at what all I miss with her. Right away all sorts of reports started coming out on that awful accident, and I put a call through to Mohammed el Fayed at Harrods in London. I suspected foul play as did he and he said he would call me back after the shock of it was over. I had some resources to find out the whole picture, and while today there are doctors that allegedly examined her body and say that there was no pregnancy at the time of her death, there are others that have given certification that when they examined her in the autopsy that there was an embryo there. We may never know, because not once in all those press releases did any of us ever see a “dead body”.
And Diana’s body was cremated, along with the embryo if there was one.
Diana had the “scoop” on Charles bi-sexuality by having that film of him and his male lover. It would be very mysterious as to why, if Charles denies having that affair, that his mother would appear on international television in addressing her death and state “Charles WILL BE king!”. Why else would she make such a statement if there had been any doubt?
I went back to England in 2000. We went to Althorp and stayed overnight at a B&B nearby where I had friends that I had known from the time I was stationed at RAF Lakenheath. We met with some of them and we got the straight poop. While the rest of the world was watching the funeral procession from Westminister Abbey to Althorp, with the Royal hearse travelling up the M1 from London, in fact Princes Charles, Will and Harry, and Charles Spencer were on the train with Diana’s ashes, headed for Northhampton. They were met at that train station by my friend, who took them in his Bentley to the little church at Great Bingham nearby to Althorp where they unsealed the late Earl Spencer’s cript and placed that vial of ashes in it, and re-sealed it. We would later learn first that Diana’s coffin had been buried on that island in that pond, then stories changed to say that her ashes had been placed into that white urn that we all see on the telly and on our computer screens that sticks up above the water from that island. Nothing is further from the truth. I asked the current Earl Spencer about this the last time I was there in 2001, just before the 9/11 incidents, and he said that this lie sells a lot of admittance tickets in the two months he has Althorp open for the tourists. He refused to discuss her ashes being in his and Diana’s father’s crypt, but the look on his face said it all...”How in the Hell did you find out about that”.
There have been several reports of the chauffer’s drunkenness, some missing stalled car in that tunnel, and exaggerated claims of excessive time taking place from the time the ambulance got there until Diana ended up at the hospital. A lot of reports have been taking place along with a lot of high powered investigation as to what exactly happened that night. These investigations have taken place from a lot of criminal investigation experience and some of them have taken place at high costs, mostly paid for by Dohdi’s father. We are very fortunate that he is involved, except that I would not wish that on anyone. Mohammed el Fayed is a very nice guy and he sincerely means well. He has experienced somethng that took a son that he loved dearly from him and the Queen’s extensive hate for him has not helped matters. She is stupid... if she would only accept him for who he is and what he does for Great Britain, he could do wonders for her position and the Royalty in general, but she won’t.
I finish this story with a bit of good news. Because of our ongoing requests for finality to Diana’s passing, the British government has finally agreed to do an inquest beginning on January 6th, 2004, into what actually happened at her death. It is hoped that no stone will be left unturned and that all truth will come out, without regard to what is right or wrong.
It has been said that Will is not even remotely interested in ever becoming King and it has been questioned that there may be a possibility that given what Queen Elizabeth’s Queen Mother did by living to be over 100 years old before she died, that if Liz does the same, that she could outlive Prince Charles. And it that happens and Will does not want to be King, who is left? Harry? I suspect that if that happens, that that DNA test may emerge and I would not want to bet that there is not enough DNA in Harry to establish him to be a son of Charles, because his DNA matches that of James Hewitt.
I will leave this story open for possible future chapters, but at the time being we will have to just wait and see...
Epilogue
Updated: January 10, 2004 - 01:12:30 pm

Scotland Yard has refused to comment on a report that senior British police officers have doubts over the authenticity of chauffeur Henri Paul’s blood sample, used in a French inquiry which concluded that Diana, Princess of Wales was killed by a drunk driver.
The Times newspaper said it has learned there are what it called “high-level concerns” over the specimen and that French police have not carried out a DNA test which would prove it came from Mr Paul.
Doubts over the validity of the blood sample would threaten the credibility of the French inquiry, which concluded Mr Paul, high on a cocktail of drink and drugs, lost control of the Mercedes car while speeding in the Pont D’Alma tunnel.
Diana, her boyfriend Dodi Fayed and Mr Paul died in the crash on August 31 1997.
Mr Paul’s family and Dodi’s father, Mohamed al Fayed, have repeatedly drawn attention to the level of carbon monoxide in Mr Paul’s sample, which was said to be so high that he would have struggled to walk let alone drive a car.
Police Inspector Jean-Claude Mules, who played a central role in the French investigation, told The Times: “There was no error over the blood. We are very serious people and no errors are allowed.”
Inquests into the deaths of Diana and Dodi were opened and adjourned earlier this week by royal coroner Michael Burgess.
He asked Metropolitan Police Commissioner Sir John Stevens to probe speculation that the deaths were not the result of a “straightforward, road traffic accident”.
Scotland Yard said: “Sir John Stevens is overseeing the investigation. It has been passed to Deputy Assistant Commissioner Alan Brown.”