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I make no apology for this tongue in cheek story, it arose from a
discussion about perfumes and the claims ads make for them that took
place while testing the alcoholic properties of various tinctures.


God's Gift
by Scorpio00155


The shrink said that I should write down everything that I can remember
about my life, thirty years worth of living is a hell of a lot to put
down on paper so I think I'll just hit the high points, there's a hell
of a lot of those too come to think of it. Basically the shrink reckons
that I'm being driven nuts by my repressed feelings of guilt which was
not why I went to see him in the first place, the reason I went to see
him was to find some way to turn off my sex appeal before it killed me,
his laughter at my request was not at all encouraging. After a couple
of sessions the shrink decided that my problem was guilt about
something that had happened in my past, hence the scribblings, pity he
didn't tell his secretary that was what was wrong with me, if she jumps
me one more time I'll scream. Life's hard being an unwilling God's gift
to women (and men if they can catch me)!

I suppose I should start with my family, well, there was my father, he
was a randy bastard, then there was my mother, now she'd fuck anything
that held still long enough. Both my parents worked long hours so most
of my time was spent with childminders during my formative years,
nevertheless I still saw a lot of my parents and, in hindsight, it was
strange the way my mother was always touching me and holding me. Then
there was my older sister Emma, she was four years older than me and
always seemed to be fascinated with my John Thomas, in certain respects
she took after my mother, like wanting to be fucked by anything in
trousers even before she got old enough. Finally there was my brother
Mark, the oldest child, six years older than me and a raving poof, or
so we discovered when he turned thirteen. Strangely the uninhibited
nature of my family coincided with my birth or so I was told.

I suppose it all started when I was six, it may have been earlier for
all I know, but that's when my memories start, it was the childminder
and the randy cow must have been fifty if she was a day. Naturally at
that age I was innocent and curious about everything and the first
experience that I remember was while I was having a bath after some fun
with mud. I can still remember the woman scolding me for getting all
dirty as she scrubbed me clean, I didn't mind baths too much so I was
merrily splashing around in the water and, quite by accident, I wet her
dress. The woman gave me a glare then stripped off the wet dress before
getting back to scrubbing me, I'm damned if I can remember her name
after all this time, but do remember that she had boobs as big as
footballs, I also remember bashing them a few times until she scolded
me.

Having successfully cleaned my upper half the woman started in on my
lower half, she had me stand and lathered my nether regions and that
was when it happened, it was as though someone had flicked a switch,
one minute she was washing me, the next she was tugging my Wee Willie
Winkie. Not only that, she took one of my hands and shoved it into her
bra, I can still remember the squeal she gave when I grabbed hold of
her huge nipple and tried to milk it like a cow's teat, I hadn't a clue
what I was doing, but I knew that she was enjoying it and I was getting
something from it too. A little while later she got me out of the bath,
whipped of her volumous knickers and put my hand to her big hairy twat,
well I pushed and pulled at it and nearly lost my hand in her fanny,
but it did the trick, with a squeal she started shaking while I flopped
around with my hand caught in her suddenly tight pussy. That was it for
that day, as soon as her shakes ended the woman pulled my hand from her
pussy and the fun was over, she made me promise not to tell anyone what
had happened and while I puzzled over this she dried me then got me
dressed.

 From that day on the woman would get me to 'handle' her while I was in
her care, it got to the point that she would wear no knickers and as
soon as the door had closed on my parents she'd grab my hand and stick
it up her fanny. I can't really say that I got excited about any of
this, hell I hadn't a clue what was going on apart from the fact that
this woman kept getting my hand sticky. It all came to an end after a
couple of months when either from guilt or fear the woman told my
parents that she could no longer look after me, but things weren't that
bad as I had started school and only needed a part time minder.

My new minder was a much younger woman, newly married and very much in
love with her husband, she would pick me up from infant school and look
after me until either my mother or my father came to collect me later
in the evening. Shortly after I went to this woman, I think her name
was Rosalind, she began to act rather strangely, she'd pick me up from
school then rush me back to her home and shove me in a chair before
rushing off to her bedroom, about half an hour later she would return
looking flushed and breathless. Innocent little me didn't have a clue
as to what this all meant, but with the hindsight of experience I guess
she was rushing off to have a wank, I suppose if I had gone to a mixed
school my 'problem' would have been spotted, but it was all boys
together so no-one noticed except Rosalind.

Again, with the hindsight of experience I would have known that the way
the other boys mothers pawed me whenever I came in contact with them
would have told me something was not quite right. Anyway Rosalind
looked after me for two years, in other words through infant school and
part of junior school before telling my parents that she could no
longer look after me. The reason for Rosalind being unable to look
after me was an event that occurred just after my eighth birthday,
she'd met me at the school and escorted me home as usual, but this day
my curiosity had me ask why she always disappeared as soon as we got in
her front door. I can still remember her reply clearly as she stood in
the hall fidgeting.

"You have a strange effect on me Paul," she'd sighed "I have to go
upstairs or I'll do things to you."

"Why not do things to me?" I replied in my innocence.

I can still remember the sigh Rosalind gave as she knelt down in front
of me, she leant forward and kissed me and that had been that, standing
up she took my hand and led me up to her bedroom, closed the curtains,
stripped naked and then told me to get undressed. Puzzled I did as she
asked then lay on the bed beside her when she asked me to, even at
eight I was a randy sod, though I didn't realise what it all meant at
the time, but I soon found out. Guiding my every move Rosalind had me
stroke her body, play with her tits and nipples then finger her pussy
until she cried out and shuddered, all the while she pleaded with me
not to tell anyone what we did and between pleading she kissed me. The
finale came when Rosalind had me finger her near to climax then pulled
me on top of her shuddering body and guided my young cock into her
pussy, it didn't take me long to figure out what to do or that I really
liked it and when I finally dry climaxed inside her I felt better than
I ever had in my life. So vanished my virginity. When the act was
completed Rosalind held me and cried, her voice cracked as she sobbed
out an apology for what she had done and that very night she told my
parents that she couldn't take me any more.

My parents tried five other childminders over the next few months, but
each one told my parents that they couldn't take me after only a few
weeks, in one case after only a few days, every one of them was quick
to point out that it was nothing that I had done that had prompted
their decision. Rather than try to find a new childminder my parents
decided that my brother was old enough at fourteen to take care of my
sister and myself after school, this of course meant that I walked home
by myself or in the company of other kids who lived near to us. Oddly
there was never a lack of mum's who would drag their kids out of their
way just to walk me home, well it seemed odd then. Anyway once I was
home I was in the care of my brother as was my sister, sort of, the
pair of them bossed me about while arguing between themselves as to who
was in charge, on the whole though I was left pretty much to myself and
would lurk in the bedroom I shared with my brother while he and my
sister argued.

The years passed quite quickly, being mainly in the company of my
family or my school mates very little happened, there were a few odd
events, mainly with the mothers of other boys, but compared to what had
happened with Rosalind they are hardly worth mentioning. It was when I
hit eleven that things started to get 'interesting', by then I knew a
bit more about sex and understood what had happened with Rosalind in
the physical sense even if I couldn't figure out the why of it, at
about that time my brother, who was then seventeen, informed us that he
was gay. If an atomic bomb had been dropped it wouldn't have caused
more of a stir than that announcement, for me it explained why my
brother was always watching me when he was wanking in our room. After a
while we all grew used to the idea and life returned more or less to
normal, I must admit that I was a bit more cautious around my brother
than before, not that it did me a lot of good.

I'd done my eleven plus and school had broken up for the summer
holiday, mum and dad left me in the care of my brother and sister while
they went out to work, but as I was older I had a bit more freedom to
do as I wanted especially as Mark and Emma had affairs of their own to
attend to. So it was that half my time was spent either out and about
with boys from my school or on my tod at home, the other half was spent
in the company of either my brother or my sister, but never both, they
seemed to have worked out some sort of rota between them. Thus it was
that I found myself home alone with my brother one damp and blustery
summer day, for some reason Mark kept following me around the house, I
can remember his eyes burning into me wherever I went, but he was my
brother and apart from being a wooly woofter his actions didn't concern
me much.

About mid-morning I decided to go to our room and have a read, Mark
came with me and while I lay on my bed reading he lay on his bed
watching me, a little while later he got up, undressed and lay back
down again, I didn't pay him much attention I'm afraid as I was
engrossed in my book. When I did eventually glance up I saw Mark lying
there wanking, there was nothing unusual in this so I went back to my
book, a few minutes later I became aware of Mark standing by my bed, I
looked up at him wondering what he wanted. My brother was bigger and
much stronger than me so when he reached down and dragged me to my feet
there was little I could do about it except yell, the next minute Mark
had me on my knees in front of him and was pushing his cock at my
mouth, of course I clamped my mouth tightly shut only he held my nose
until I was forced to gasp for breath through my mouth and in his cock
went. So I did the only thing that I could do, I bit him, hard! With a
yell Mark jumped away from me and grabbed his cock, his face was filled
with anger as he looked to see if there was any damage to his pride and
joy and I decided that it would be wise to get out of the room only I
didn't act fast enough, his fist hit me in the guts before I had taken
more than a step. Gasping I doubled over and my brother grabbed hold of
me and kneed me in the balls, when my eyes uncrossed I was half naked
and the rest of my clothes were on their way off, naturally I
struggled, but another fist to the gut put an end to that, wheezing and
naked I was pushed face down on my own bed.

There was a momentary pause in which I partially regained my breath,
but before I could capitalise on it my brother had his hand on my back
pushing me into the mattress, thank God his cock was thin and short
because the next thing I felt was him pushing it at my arse. A second
later his cock burst into me making me scream as pain shot through me,
he must have lubricated his cock because it was sliding in me easily as
he fucked me, yelling and wriggling I tried to get him to stop, but it
was not to be and as Mark groaned and pushed into me one last time I
felt a spreading heat in my bowels. When my brother eventually moved
away from me I called him every name I could think of then threatened
to tell our parents, it didn't seem to faze him at all as he stood
there wiping his cock with a towel and grinning down at me.

I can truthfully say that I got no pleasure from that incident, it was
my first experience with homosexuality and it was definitely an
unpleasant experience as were all the other times my brother screwed
me, but he never got me to suck his cock which was one small triumph.
Later that evening I told my parents what had happened, dad frowned and
mum sighed, but apart from that they did bugger all which was how I
ended up as my brother's doll, I learnt that it hurt less if I just let
him get on with it, but I never enjoyed it with Mark.

Emma didn't get home until late on the day Mark fucked me so she didn't
find out about it until the next day, it was her turn to stay home with
me and she was very sympathetic to my plight, or so I thought. Not an
hour after we were alone she took me up to her room, undressed in front
of me then invited me to get 'comfortable' as well, when I hesitated
she barked out an order at me. As soon as I was naked my sister pulled
me down on the bed and began to kiss me, she took my hands and guided
them to her tits and pussy and I remembered the incident with Rosalind,
wiser now it was obvious what my sister wanted and though I felt a
little stunned by what was happening I had less objections to her
attentions than to my brother's. So I fucked her, boy did I fuck her,
she was wailing and thrashing and bleating under me or on top of me,
what the neighbours must have thought was impossible to guess, what
Emma thought was no mystery at all, she was loving it! It seemed that
apart from being above averagely endowed cock wise I was also a 'long
player', at least that's what Emma reckoned, all I know is that I
enjoyed fucking my sister a lot. Unfortunately Mark came home early and
heard what was going on, that evening he took great pleasure in telling
our parents, the hypocritical bastard, dad frowned and mum sighed, but
apart from that they did bugger all for which I was extremely grateful,
although Mark wasn't too pleased about it. When he bitched about the
fact that Emma and I were at it even more dad sighed.

"If its good enough for you its good enough for Emma." dad declared
then buried his nose in a paper.

Though the comment was rather cryptic it shut my brother up and made my
sister smile, I wasn't quite sure whether to smile or frown, but I knew
it would do me no good to complain. In this way I became the plaything
of my sister as well, not that I objected too strongly to that, but it
got a little tiring being buggered by my brother one day and fucked by
my sister the next. I was praying for the holidays to end when mum
decided to take a couple of days off work top be with me, I felt
relieved that she would be around to protect me from the predatory
actions of my siblings, boy was I in for a shock!

The first day she was home mum booted Mark and Emma out of the house,
grabbed my hand and dragged me up to her room, now my mother was an
attractive woman with plenty to offer in all departments, but hell, she
was my mother and I nearly wet myself in surprise when she undressed
and told me to do the same. I protested and begged her not to do this,
but mum was adamant, in the end I gave in to her and stripped, barely
were the clothes off my back than she was pulling me on top of her. To
my shame I have to admit that fucking my mother was better than fucking
my sister, probably because mum was more experienced and really knew
how to excite a man. It was my mother who sucked my cock for the first
time and who also taught me how to lick pussy, I must admit that I
liked pussy licking and never lost an opportunity to indulge myself
from that point on. This time no-one told dad, though I think he must
have suspected, but he said and did nothing.

It became the pattern for me to get fucked by Mark, then by Emma and
then by my mother, even after the holidays ended and I went to my new
school the three of them found time and the opportunity to fuck me at
least once a week. By the end of that summer holiday I had to be the
most experienced lover going and all courtesy of my family, the only
one who never touched me was my father and I think even he was tempted
at times. Thank God I didn't have any other relatives!

The new school was a mixed school, not only were there girls there some
of the teachers were female as well and this really made life
complicated for me, complicated and very tiring. How I made it through
school at all is a miracle I have yet to work out. Right from day one I
found myself the target of every female in the place, I just had to
walk into a room and all the girls would look my way and as for the
teachers, hell, I was always in detention and it was always the women
teachers that put me there. Mind you most of those teachers were quite
attractive, but it was the principle of the thing, I was there to learn
not get laid, I got enough of that at home! Yet not a day went by
without me being accosted by one female at the very least, the
incidents are to numerous to list so I'll hit just a few of the high
spots.

Five days after joining the school I had my first detention, it was
handed out by my maths teacher, a Mrs. Green, mind you I was surprised
to be getting detention as I hadn't done a damned thing to deserve it,
I hadn't even cleared my throat so I was all ready to protest when I
reported to the room where said punishment was to be held. Opening the
door I found the room to be empty, I was in two minds whether I should
go in or wait outside, but I decided to go in and at least be able to
sit down while I waited, five minutes later Mrs. Green arrived.

She was a woman in her late forties, well preserved I suppose, but not
the sort of woman I would normally pay much notice to, apart from
anything else she was married, but it didn't seem to bother her any, oh
no. As she closed the door I heard an ominous click that sounded just
like a door being locked, I still was puzzling about this when Mrs.
Green came over to where I was sitting, pulled me to my feet and kissed
me, I will say one thing for her, she certainly knew how to kiss.
Before I knew what was happening she was leaning back on a desk with my
cock in her pussy and her legs wrapped around my back, I had been more
than a little surprised when she'd pulled me to her, to discover that
she was wearing no knickers had been a shock. Nevertheless I did the
business, fucking her long and slow the way I liked it, after all if I
was going to get assaulted I wanted to get something out of it too.

Just for the hell of it I opened Mrs Green's blouse while I was humping
away, I can't say that I was that interested in her boobs, but it added
to the pleasure of the moment for both of us, her more than me I think.
When I eventually filled her with my seed my maths teacher gave a
little yelp just like a dog, through the bliss of my climax I had to
stifle a laugh at the noise. As soon as my cock showed signs of wilting
Mrs Green pushed me off her and stood up, she looked dishevelled and
her knees seemed a little wobbly, but she also looked satisfied as she
told me to go home. Needless to say I didn't bother mentioning the
incident to anyone, based on the lack of action from my parents when I
had spoken up I thought it would be a total waste of time, I was right,
because one of the other members of staff had seen what happened or at
least part of it and had reported the event to the school's
headmistress. The very next day I was summoned to the presence of the
headmistress, I was ushered into her office and the secretary was told
that the head was not to be disturbed for anything, five minutes later
this figure of authority was riding my cock like there was no tomorrow
while I tried to figure out how I had ended up on my back on the floor.

The next really memorable event came in the second year, as usual I had
hidden myself away in a quiet corner of the school field in an effort
to keep out of the clutches of the female pupils and staff, it was too
risky for me to be seen in the open so I never got to make friends of
my own sex, but the last thing I had expected was to hunted down by a
pack of the bitches. I had barely hidden myself behind some bushes when
there was a rustling and three faces peered round the bush at me, they
were all sixth form girls, well developed young women, I hesitate to
use the term 'ladies' as they were anything but ladylike in their
actions. Blinking in surprise I looked at the six grinning faces
peering at me, where the hell the other three had come from was a
mystery to me, but I didn't want to hang around to solve it, like a
greyhound from a trap I was off and running only I felt more like the
hare as they leapt after me. Putting it bluntly I should have zigged
instead of zagged because I ended up in an isolated corner of the field
with no way forward and six hungry girls behind me, turning at bay I
pressed my back to the thick concrete fence and whimpered as they
reached out for me. I was still whimpering when they eventually left me
alone, gathering up my clothes I dressed, wincing at my aching cock and
wishing that I could go home, walking gingerly across the field to the
school I headed back to class for my maths lesson only to receive a
detention for being late, thank God I had the rest of the afternoon to
recover in.

In the third year I had my very first school medical, I was feeling
quite relaxed about it until I discovered that the doctor was a woman,
she had taken one look at me, licked her lips and told the supervising
teacher to put me aside until she could examine me more closely. I
don't know about anything else, but she certainly examined my cock
closely by eye, hand, mouth and pussy, Christ did she make the most of
me and the worst part about it was that she was the ugliest woman I had
ever clapped eyes on, she would have scared the shit out of Quasimodo
she was so ugly, but a cock is stupid and doesn't give a shit what it
pokes, I just kept my eyes shut.

There were around three hundred girls in the school plus ten women
teachers, if I escaped the clutches of any one of them it must have
been a sheer miracle and then when I went home one of my family would
grab me. I can't say that it wasn't fun, at times it was absolutely
fantastic, but God was it tiring and at times, like with the school
doctor, it was sickening. When exam time came around I had no problems
with them, I was too concerned about who would grab me next to worry
about a little thing like exams which was probably why I did so well.
Mind you I was nabbed every time I set foot outside the examination
hall, but I made it through the first five years and hit the sixth form
with a plethora of 'O' levels and a grim determination to remain
unmolested while I studied for my 'A' levels.

So much for grim determination, I had just set foot inside the door of
the sixth form block on the first day back when a slender female arm
reached out of a tutors room, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the
room with a speed and strength that just wasn't human. As the door
slammed shut I was being groped by a female body that seemed to swarm
all over me, her hands were everywhere and boy did she work fast, my
cock was out and being wanked before you yell 'rape', not that I had a
chance to yell for I was being kissed hard at the same time. When I at
last got to see the face of my attacker I didn't recognise her, looking
up at her while she bounced up and down on my cock I wondered just who
the hell she was, at the same time I went through the usual motions of
reaching up to the woman's tits. Some time later I shot my seed into
her pussy and groaned as she ground her pussy on me, when she finally
got off me I sighed, got to my feet, put my cock away and headed for
the door.

"By the way" I said over my shoulder as I opened the door "who are you?"

"I'm you're form tutor," she smiled dreamily while I groaned
quietly "Mrs. Ryan."

The next two years were a blur of female bodies, no matter where I
tried to hide or what I did they tracked me down, thankfully my home
life was a little easier, Mark had gone to live with a boyfriend and
Emma had got married and moved away which left just my mother to cope
with. Despite all this I managed to study my course, usually in such
unlikely places as locked inside a cupboard, until I was found, or
sitting on the roof of the sixth form block, until I was found. There
didn't seem to be one damned place that I could go that I wasn't found,
even the boys toilets weren't a safe haven as I found out when I tried
using it as a hiding place back in the first year. I thought that
things couldn't get any worse until dad got a new job and had to give
up giving me a lift to school as his work place was in the opposite
direction, using public transport didn't worry me at all until I
actually used it that is. The first time I stepped onto a crowded bus I
felt calm and relaxed, working my way down towards the back I hung from
the rail and let my mind drift, a moment later I was staring down in
disbelief at the hand working its way into the front of my trousers.

"Do you mind!" I yelped at the blushing woman that owned the hand.

"Sorry," she replied pulling her hand from my trousers with
reluctance "I just couldn't seem to help myself."

It was the story of my life, but it was also the first time that it
occurred to me that maybe all the woman that attacked me couldn't help
themselves, it was my first experience with hindsight and I realised
that everything seemed to happen shortly after I would appear on the
scene. Slapping the wrist of the woman in front of me while moving my
bum away from the woman sitting behind me I tried to puzzle out just
what the hell it was about me that caused women to act the way they
did. It wasn't my looks, though I wasn't bad looking there were plenty
of men much better looking, so what the hell was it? I had to put the
problem aside to fend off the stroking and grabbing hands of the female
passengers, I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally got off the bus,
though my relief was short lived. With a yelp I ran from the bus stop
with a bunch of fifth form girls from my school close on my tail, I
made it to the safety of the sixth form block only to fall victim to
Mrs Ryan. Half an hour later I staggered out to the main block and sank
into a chair, the sound of female voices nearby had me out of the chair
and into the loo's in an instant only to reappear when class had
started.

To be honest it's a miracle that I didn't die of exhaustion with all
the females of all ages, shapes and sizes that got their hands on me
and women say men are only after one thing! Between being groped and
fucked at school and at home and being fondled and even wanked on the
bus ride to and from school my cock should have dropped off, but it
remained intact, I suppose that it had something to do with all the
unwanted practise I got. Nevertheless I made it through to my 'A'
levels, something I hadn't thought I would manage, not because I was
stupid or anything, but because I was constantly getting attacked by
women. The next time I hear a bloke say that he wished women would fall
all over him I'm going to punch him in the mouth, its sheer hell most
of the time.

Anyhow, I made it through school more or less in one piece, those last
days when everyone went round saying their farewells were sheer torture
for me as the 'farewells' I got from the females at the school were
extremely physical. When I staggered, pardon me, walked out of the
gates for the last time it was with four goals in mind, first to get a
job, second to get a driving licence, third to get a car and fourth to
find out what it was about me that made women lose all control.

The first was easy, I applied for the best job I could find and for
once my curse worked in my favour, the personnel officer that
interviewed me was a woman, by the time I got away from her I had the
job and a starting date a three weeks hence at the beginning of the
month. As I left the building I swore to myself that if I ever came
across a woman who's eyes didn't shine with lust thirty seconds after
they saw me I would marry her.

Getting a driving licence wasn't so easy, I'd been taking driving
lessons as soon as I hit seventeen, after being mauled by a gay
instructor and sucked off by a female instructor I finally got an
instructor that wanted to teach me to drive instead of fucking me, the
test date was the week after school broke up. When I got to the test
centre and signed in I groaned to discover that my examiner was to be a
woman, I'd been feeling nervous enough already, but this bit of news
was enough to make me quake in my shoes. However, I waited by the car
and when the woman appeared I was pleasantly surprised to find that she
was very attractive, but I still hoped that she could keep her hands
and other parts to herself, I really wanted my licence. We got into the
car and as I went through my pre-pull away check I caught sight of the
lustful glow in the eyes of my examiner as I looked in the mirrors,
things went quite well for all of ten minutes then she directed me down
a side street that ended up nowhere. As fast as I got the hand-brake on
she was in my lap, which took some doing in a small saloon, but this
woman managed it, she also managed to get her knickers down, my cock
out and into her pussy and all in the space of a few seconds. With
little choice I fucked her the best I could while wondering how long it
would be before I could get another test and if I could specify a male
examiner the next time, preferable a straight one, all the time I was
thinking the examiner was bouncing up and down on my cock and yelling
her head off. By the time I climaxed the car's windows were all steamed
up and the examiner was sobbing in ecstasy, at least all the years of
getting jumped and humped had taught me how to satisfy a woman, I just
wished that they would stop leaping on me. Sliding back to her side of
the car the examiner adjusted her clothing while I opened the windows
to let all the hot air out, then it was back to the test centre where,
to my immense relief the woman passed me.

"That was the best ride I've ever had." the woman commented as she got
out of the car.

Part three of my four part plan was next on the list, for years I had
been saving every penny I got and between gratuitous gifts in return
for favours received, my pocket money and money from a few odd jobs I
did I had enough to get myself quite a decent motor. Highing me down to
my local purveyor of used bangers I chose my car, it was an estate car,
not what I had intended getting, but it was the best on the lot and was
just within my price range. The deal was done, I coughed up the dough
and they coughed up the keys, I drove the car home without tax or
insurance and prayed that if I was pulled over it would be by a female
copper, but I wasn't pulled over. The very next day I made the car
street legal, the relief I felt at not having to suffer the indignity
of public transport again could not be described.

Then at last came part four, I'd made an appointment with my doctor,
who was a male and straight, the time had come to at least find out
what was going on with me and women. When I went into the doctors
surgery I gulped, the person behind the desk was neither male or my
doctor, it was female, damned attractive and no doubt a doctor, but
nevertheless it was a female.

"Come in and sit down." she said looking at me with lust filled eyes.

"Uh maybe I had better wait until I can see a male doctor." I suggested
pressing my back to the door.

"Don't be so silly," she said firmly "come over here and tell me what
the problem is."

So I sat in the indicated chair and launched in on my problem, while
she listened the doctor started to squirm in her chair, her eyes
gleamed with ever growing lust and I wasn't sure that she was listening
to half of what I was saying.

"Take your clothes off." she breathed then pulled herself together
somewhat and repeated herself in a more professional manner "Take your
clothes off and I'll examine you."

Knowing full well where it would all lead I sighed and stripped in that
order, she had me strip down to the buff then told me to lie on the
examination table. I did as I was told and a few moments later she
joined me, her method of examination was exactly the same as the one
used by the school doctor, her on top thrusting up and down on my cock
while I squeezed her tits. When I climaxed she sat still for a few
moments shuddering then got off me.

"Lord I'm sorry," the doctor apologised with a blush "I really don't
know what came over me."

"That's why I wanted to see a doctor," I sighed "to find out why women
and homosexuals lose control around me."

Well she tried to examine me, but her hands were shaking with the
strain of keeping them off my cock, in the end she gave up, sucked my
cock and advised me to make another appointment to see my own, male
doctor. I got dressed and went out to the reception and booked the new
appointment while studiously ignoring the lustful gaze of the
receptionist. The next day I went to the doctors again, this time it
was my own GP I saw, the locum I had seen the day before had already
spoken to him and had admitted that she had violated my person. After
examining me my GP stood back and scratched his head.

"Well whatever the cause is I can't find it." he sighed "I've never
heard of anything like it either, if it wasn't for the fact that the
locum told me what she did I would have said you were nuts. I really
don't know what to suggest, there isn't a specialist that I can refer
you to, sorry."

That ended my first attempt to find a reason for my effect on women,
but I was determined to find the answer and maybe even a solution to
the problem. It was a new craze hitting the scene that gave me the
first clue as to why woman kept jumping me, aromatherapy, something in
my mind went 'hey, hang on' and I got in touch with my doctor.

"Hmm, yes," he mused when I met him again "I suppose its possible.
Maybe something like pheromones, I'll send you to an endrecrone
specialist."

The following week I started my new job, I had been looking forward to
it and walked into the building feeling bright and breezy, when I
staggered out that evening I was feeling shagged out, literally. It
started with the receptionist catching me and dragging me into a store
cupboard, then the personnel officer had me in her office, within five
minutes of being placed at my desk I was surrounded by female
employees, between them they fucked me right through to lunchtime. I
avoided the canteen when I saw how many women there were in it, not
that it did me much good because I went to the lift to get back up to
my floor, the lift doors opened with a ting and I found myself facing a
pair of secretaries. Before I could back away two pairs of hand s had
grabbed me, dragged me into the lift and locked the lift between floors
before ravaging me, by the time lunchtime was over I was knackered. All
through the afternoon I tried to be inconspicuous, but it was just like
being at school, no matter what I did I got caught and fucked,
thankfully there were only twenty women in the building even if it did
seem like hundreds.

Life fell back into the old routine of me trying to look everywhere at
once ready to run at the merest hint of a female presence and like
before it did me not one whit of good, with exhausting regularity I was
grabbed wanked, fucked and sucked until I was going cross-eyed. I
thought about leaving, but it dawned on me that wherever I went it
would be the same story, better the terrain I knew than a new place
with no hiding places. My appointment with the specialist came through
and I cursed when I realised that the hospital I had to go to was so
short of parking space that I would be forced to get there by tube,
even worse it would be during the rush hour that I would have to
travel. That journey was nightmare, the carriage seemed to be filled
with nothing but women and they lost no time in touching me up, one
woman went so far as to suck my cock between stations while the train
hissed and hummed in the middle of a tunnel. What I hadn't expected
though was the reception I got at the hospital, though I should have,
most nurses are female after all. It was like running a gauntlet to
reach the clinic and I didn't make it unscathed I might add, even the
clinic itself wasn't safe, female receptionists and nurses closed in on
me from all sides until I was rescued by the very man I had been sent
to see.

"I can see what the problem is." the doctor commented shutting the door
to his office in the faces of a dozen nurses "Has it always been like
this?"

"Its been like this ever since I can remember." I sighed.

Following an full examination the specialist took some blood and urine
samples and told me to come back in a week, he opened the door and
peered out into the corridor then signalled that everything was back to
normal. I took one step outside the door and my personal curse struck,
female eyes turned in my direction closely followed by their owners,
with a yelp I took off like a rocket and didn't stop until I was a
hundred yards away from the hospital. The trip home was as much of a
nightmare as the outward journey had been and this was despite the fact
that the rush hour was over.

When I went back to the hospital the following week the doctor was
waiting for me outside, he led me to his office by a twisted route that
avoided contact with other staff, safe in his office he broke the news
to me.

"Well there's definitely something there," he sighed "unfortunately we
can't identify it. Your whole system seems to be saturated with a
unique pheromone and you already know the effect it has on the opposite
sex."

"And gays." I muttered.

"Yes well," the doctor coughed "I'm afraid that until we can identify
this pheromone there is little we can do to help you. The problem seems
to be that outside your system the substance loses its potency after a
few days, what I'd like to do is to have you in for a few days so that
we can run some tests."

"In?" I gasped "You mean in the hospital?"

"Of course." he frowned.

"You have got to be joking!" I gasped out "Me trapped in a ward with
all those nurses, not to mention the female patients and the visitors."

"I'm sure we'll be able to protect you." the doctor reassured me.

Like a fool I let him talk me into it, a date was arranged for me to
come in and he escorted me out the way I had come in.

Protect me? Hell the doctor and his bevy of male orderlies were nearly
killed in the rush, as for me I was shagged to exhaustion before they
finally managed to beat the crazed bitches off. Nevertheless they
managed to do their tests and came up with a big fat zero, the doctor
tried masking the pheromone with other scents, I still got molested,
but at least I smelt good while it happened. It was after the wife of
one of the hospital governors got her hands on me that the doctor
admitted defeat, I left the hospital at the speed of light and even
that wasn't fast enough! Three times I was collared before I reached
the safety of the street, resigned to my fate I headed for home doing
my best to ignore the gropes, strokes and squeezes I received along the
way only to get waylaid by my mother as I walked in the door.

It was my mother jumping me that prompted me to get a flat of my own, I
was earning a good wage and could easily afford a nice place near to
the office, but the idea of all those female estate agents left me
cold. Nonetheless I went flat hunting that weekend and struck lucky
first time, I didn't even get molested, well not by the estate agent
anyway, he was a straight male. It took a few weeks to sort out all the
paperwork, but at last I moved into my new, fully furnished home, it
was relief to be able to close the door on the world and not have to
worry about being leapt on by my mother or any other female come to
that, I thought that I was in heaven. Then came the eye opener, living
alone was all well and good, but there comes a time when one has to go
shopping, up to the point I moved into the flat my mother had handled
that little chore, now I had to do it for myself.

Walking into the local superstore for the first time was a terrifying
experience, they had these air blowers right at the door, cool in
summer, warm in winter, the damned things wafted my pheromones into the
store and almost every eye turned to me, married women with kids and
husbands in tow, shop staff, old biddies, young nymphos and gays they
all focused their attention on me. Trembling I went about my shopping,
the store was fairly full of customers and staff yet there was an
ominous silence that seemed to follow me around the aisles, I'd almost
completed my shop with nothing having happened and was just beginning
to relax as I headed for the milk, the last item on my list. Without
warning a hand snaked out from behind a row of canned goods, I didn't
even get a chance to yelp as I was pressed up to the shelves and kissed
hotly, gathering my wits I struggled free of the woman and headed away
at a near run grabbing a container of milk in passing. It was as though
the event had been the signal to raise the hue and cry because when I
looked over my shoulder it seemed as though every woman in the place
was heading in my direction, ahead of me the check-outs were empty of
staff and I whimpered a little at the thought of getting trapped in the
store with this mob of randy women. Then I spotted a lone check-out
manned by a male member of staff, at a run I headed for his till and
dumped all my goods on the conveyor in armfuls, I think he must have
got the idea that I was in something of a hurry to get away because he
was whisking the goods through the bar-code reader as fast as it would
take it. When I looked up from loading my goods back into the trolley I
looked up and gulped, I was facing wall-to-wall femininity, pulling out
my wallet I waved ten pound notes under the nose of the bemused youth
on the till, he took the notes and started to fiddle around for my
change. So far none of the women had come through the tills to surround
me, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before this happened,
there were girls as young as ten and women as old as the hills
themselves licking their lips and watching me lustfully.

"Oh fuck!" I yelped when the mob took a step in my direction.

I bolted without my change, the trolley rattled and shook as I hit top
gear, behind me there was a collective mutter and one glance sent me
into overdrive as the women surged forward through the tills. Thank God
the car unlocked by remote, I had the boot open and the trolley empty
in seconds flat, slamming the boot shut I leapt into the car and hit
the central locking just as the car was surrounded. For ten minutes the
mob of randy cows milled around the car while I sent up a prayer that
my scent would stay inside the car, my prayer must have been answered
because the crowd started to thin as the women came to their senses.
When I finally drove away from the store it was with the terrifying
thought that I would have to go through this every week!

In desperation I saw doctor after doctor, quakes, specialists, nutters,
anyone who I thought could help me, but to no avail. I even tried the
church, have you ever been hunted around a church by a group of randy
nuns, no I don't suppose you have, well let me tell you that it is an
experience I would have liked to miss out on too, I ran screaming from
the church when I finally managed to escape. It was all too much for my
poor shattered brain and I had a sort of nervous breakdown, nothing too
serious or that warranted me being carted off to a funny farm, thank
God, but enough to get me to go and see a shrink. Needless to say the
shrink thought I was nuts even though he had been forced to beat his
receptionist off me, so started the first of many sessions, Christ did
that receptionist have hands and she used them every time I went to see
her boss. The upshot was this document which I have kept sort of up to
date whenever I get the time and the energy.

EUREKA! Believe it or not the shrink came up with the answer to my
problem, to cut a long story to the bone he had consulted with some of
his other colleagues and discovered that one of them had a patient with
a similar problem to mine only it was a female and she was getting the
same treatment from men and lesbians, screwed to death. The shrinks set
up a meeting between the two of us and it was lust at first sight, her
pheromones hit me like a brick wall and mine did the same to her, when
we had sated our lust for a moment the shrinks sent a group of men and
women in to join us. Both of us cringed at the sight of the intruders
then gasped when nothing happened, deeming it safe the shrinks came
into the room and gave us their theory. According to them our
pheromones cancelled each other out, even though mine affected Ruth and
Ruth's affected me no-one else came under their influence, a little
experimentation, after the shrinks had retreated from the room, showed
that as long as Ruth and I stayed within ten feet of each other we were
safe, an inch over that and watch out. It goes without saying that we
were more than pleased with this, Ruth was a gorgeous woman, the sort I
would have sought to marry if I hadn't been cursed and her view of me
was the same so we got married and lived happily ever after. Well sort
of, but that's another story.

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