Introduction
Shortly after my grandfather's death I was given a large part of his sizeable estate. This included several properties and houses. One of the more unassuming properties, but most special to me, was a rustic cabin on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe. I say it was special to me because this cabin was my grandfather's priMolly residence for his golden years, and it was a place I was able to spend many happy days of my childhood.
The first week I spent in the cabin I went through all of his personal belongings and files. Not much stood out to me until I went into his basement and discovered six banker's boxes full of his journals, pictures, and video tapes.
The pictures were of hundreds of different women, men, couples, and small groups in various stages of undress and fornication. Hundreds. Old brown-edged photos from the sixties and polaroid's from the seventies and eighties. Some of the videos were very clinical, showing naked women in stirrups, and others were of my grandfather fucking various women who were obviously not my grandmother. The video tape footage was poor quality but was indexed to the journals. After watching many hours of footage and referencing the journal index I found that these videos were from a hotel my grandparents owned and apparently secretly recorded customers having sex over the years.
The journals were the real prize as they contained hand-written, detailed stories of my grandfather's entire life. From his first kiss as a teenager all the way until he was in his late sixties. While most people's entire sex life would probably fit into a few notebooks, I discovered that both my grandparents had lived an incredible double life as sexual giants that few people could imagine.
The stories I read sucked me in like nothing I had ever read in my life. There was an "icky" factor being my grandfather, and more so with my grandmother, but there was no denying that I was extremely interested and envious of the sexual experiences that my grandparents had together. I have shared my favorite story below.
My grandfather's name was Dr. Avery Alan Thomas. He was born and raised on a California dairy farm outside of Los Angeles. He spend his teen years as a milk man during World War II and later went to UCLA for his undergraduate studies and went on to be one of the first graduating classes from the med school at UCLA. Dr. Thomas was a Gynecologist with a fellowship in Urology in Los Angeles focusing on fertility, and my grandmother, Dr. Christine Page Thomas was a Psychiatrist specializing in sexual problems and disfunction.
My grandparents met in the sixties after both had well-established and ridiculously successful medical practices. This enabled them to diversify into hotels and apartment buildings that led to even greater financial success for them. They had enough money to travel as much as they wanted and only practice medicine in the way that interested them.
My grandmother always referred to my grandfather as the "triple-threat". She would say that he was so handsome and physically gifted that he should have been a professional baseball player. She would go on to say that he was as charming as the devil as always seemed to get his way. Her last comment was always about money, stating that he had a knack for making money that few men on Wall Street could match.
He was 6' 2" tall, broad shouldered with dark wavy hair and chiseled features. I discovered in his journals that he was well endowed with a cock that measured "close to eight inches when erect with a diameter the size of a baker's rolling pin."
The journal entry shared below was transcribed as written and took place over a few months with a patient who was struggling with getting pregnant. This story occurred before my grandparents met a few years after my grandfather established his practice.
Mrs. Molly Cartwright
June 15, 1961
I began the exam with medical history discussion. Mrs. Cartwright is a twenty-two year old, Caucasian female. She has been married for two years. She has a normal menstrual cycle, last occurring three weeks ago. She and her husband are sexually active, having sex three to four times per week. She said that she does not masturbate, ever. She has been unable to conceive.
Mrs. Cartwright could not tell me if she normally achieves orgasm, and seemed almost ignorant to the concept. She did describe her husband's orgasms as 'when the white spurts out'.
After the preliminary questions, I asked her to remove her clothes. She was reluctant, telling me that only her husband had ever seen her naked. I explained that nudity and a physical exam were absolutely necessary, and a refusal simply meant that I could not help treat her. She hesitantly removed her clothes and lie back on the table.
Molly was 5' 4" tall and weighed 121 pounds. Her hair was a light shade of brown and down past her shoulders. Her frame carried largish, but pert breasts with symmetrical nipple placement. Her nipples were smaller with pink areolas that were crinkled and swollen from the cooler metal of the table. Her pubic mound was covered with a thin thatch of chestnut colored hair that went down to her asshole. Her labia was crimson and somewhat recessed with little to no skin protruding from the crack of her cunt lips.
Commenting on her obviously chilled state I moved to her side and began rubbing my bare hands over her body under the pretense of helping her warm up. She offered no resistance but was tense as she closed her eyes. As I rubbed the smooth flesh of her legs and torso I was careful not to touch her breasts or vagina in any way. She slowly relaxed and I began a more indepth interrogation of her sex life.
"Does her husband kiss her before sex?"
"Yes." She quietly answered.
"Does he touch you like I am doing right now?"
"No, not much, any more." She answered and continued, "We kiss for a minute and then he puts it in me. It doesn't take him long to finish."
After a few moments she started to relax. As I moved slowly to her breasts, she did not tense as much as I thought she would. I slowly began massaging her breasts and nipples.
"Does he touch you like this on your breasts, Molly?"
"Yes some, but he is rougher, and sometimes he puts his mouth on my nipples. He bites them though, and I tell him to stop."
I stopped rubbing her left breast and moved my mouth over her nipple. I playfully, but softly, licked and sucked her nipple. No movement or objection to this signaled to me that she would trust me to do more.
I walked around the table to pay attention to both sides of Molly's young body. After about ten minutes, she was becoming visibly aroused and was enjoying the massage. Her vagina was swollen with dewy wetness beginning to show on her labia.
'Does your vagina become slippery from your own lubrication before he goes inside you?" I asked.
"No, Doctor, not usually." She confessed in a whisper. "My insides usually burn a little afterward."
I glided my hand over her body and pushed two fingers down over her slick pussy. Molly inhaled sharply and pulled her feet against the inside of the stirrups. I began with slow and soft circles over her vagina. I could feel the nubby bump of her clitoris under my fingers with each deliberate round of my fingers.