My name is not Treize, but this is what you may call me. I will of course identify myself if you chat with me. I was born in the mid-seventies when disabled people were not citizens unless their families cared. I have cerebral palsy, which affects my motor system. It contorts you over time and I'm pretty twisted in my body - and mind too. From an early age, I was told I wouldn't lead a normal life. Doctors said that I would never walk, talk or communicate. True I can't talk very well, but by the age of two, I could type. I needed my voice heard.

I had very few friends, more friends were older than me - I learned that being kind was the way to go, especially if I smiled nicely. The days of my education were dull; I was kept away from everything that might harm me. Away from home I soon learned that I could be myself. My teachers all taught to a level I can only describe as subhuman.

If I hear "The Wheels on the Bus" it makes me want to tear down the system. Burn it.

As I got older, my education became college… flashing my drivers got me more than a wink, making them uncomfortable in the trouser department. The results got better and better. Before long, the door was being opened for me and fares being paid.

I had a friend, Cath, in my year. She was the same age as me, plain but beautiful. We got on great, she loved all attention - got the attention, craved it all the way - and the boys knew it. By the time she was due to leave college she had told me of the conquests she had, which always turned me on.

My other friend, a boy, was my best friend for years and still keeps in touch now. We never went out but we got called boyfriend and girlfriend mainly because he was one of the few that understood my speech. Cath had told me that he came on her hand after she touched him in Design class in college - she was such a dirty girl.

I had already had the urges but never acted upon them with a person. As I lived with my parents, I couldn't possibly have anyone around. I was much too shy and thought that no one would want to be with me, and also dad was a real grumpy bastard. I humped my pillow loads and tried a carrot, my hairbrush - even a pen.

Then I found my mum's little rubber dildo on her bed. It was cock shaped. I used that so much that I named him Michael. Mum knew that I had it - she knew I was enjoying it. I always put it back in her drawer, but after a while, she just left it in my underwear drawer, which was a lovely eighteenth birthday present. It went missing a few times - pretty sure it was because dad was a bit of a boring fart - but it always turned up tucked in my panties.

One summer, in 1992, I was doing what I liked to do. My mum and dad were out and I always went topless in our garden as it wasn't overlooked by anyone but my elderly neighbor. So I was in my shorts but no top; I have tiny tits but topless all the same. I could see that the curtains upstairs next door were twitching, but I took no notice - it was only Joe, probably just making sure I was okay, as he used to say… or so I thought. Nope! It turned out to be their niece (who was the same age as me) watching me. I only found out on my nineteenth birthday, when she told me that she always wanted to come and say hello, but she was as shy as me. I now wondered what she was doing up there, but can only guess. And she is now married to a beautiful woman. Damn! I miss opportunities so much.

Chloe, one of our neighbors over the road came to visit me one day. She was a little strange - she was always talking about sex. She was the same age as me but bigger built - an almost-eighteen-year-old package of hot. We made a sun cover out of sheets as it was very hot. We were lying under the sunshade, both in bikinis. 

The conversation turned to sex, as it did most of the time with her - a little embarrassing for me as I only knew that my dildo made me go funny and I had to stop before it felt like I'd burst.

So she was talking about how she rode her plastic banana and started to demonstrate. She was on her knees, her tight little bum towards me. She started rolling her hips, describing how it went into her and how it made her shake. Admittedly, I was damp. I dared not look down just in case my duck-egg-blue bikini was wet. She was there in front of me, riding the imaginary banana when she pulled her bottoms to one side displaying her hairy, wet pussy. Chloe looked around at me and pretended to be shocked that I was staring at her pussy - she let her bikini cover back up her crotch, she turned to me and said, "Did you like that?"

I blurted, “I'm not a lesbian!”

She giggled and asked again.

I said, "Yeah, it was okay - you are incredibly hairy."

She asked me if I had any hairs and before I could answer that I keep it trimmed, she had already hooked her fingers into my bottoms and whipped them to my knees, displaying my naked, shaved crotch. She started to bend closer - inspecting mum's handiwork. I could feel myself throbbing… I could feel her breath… I could almost feel her lips against me.

"Treize? Treize?" I could hear my dad shouting.

She jumped up and ran out. I just got my bottoms up in time for my dad to pop round the corner. She walked up to dad, and said, "Hi!" in her cute 'I'm sexy but you can't touch me' way. I'm sure my dad would have if she teased.

That night my first real orgasm tore through me - enough to see my mum come to make sure I was okay. I told her I was dreaming; she teased that it must have been a good dream - my fingers were wet and the dildo was on the floor. She told me that she remembered her first proper orgasm, and I shouldn't be ashamed, as hers was on the bus after sitting on the edge of the seat talking to her then-boyfriend, my father.

Cath came to see me regularly; she always had some raunchy story about her conquests. That week, she announced that she had been seeing Terry - a teaching assistant who was twenty-eight. She told me all about how they fucked everywhere - outside, inside, in her mum's bed, in his dad's car. How she didn't bother with knickers anymore, flashing me her lovely hairless cunt. Of course, she shaved it because he liked it smooth, but so did I. I fucked my cunt that night so much - couldn't stop thinking about her bald pussy. Why was I so shy around her?

Regrettably, it never went further with Cath. I always wished I had asked her to help me shave my pussy. She helped me with everything else - wiped me, pulled up my pants, etc, at college. Just never went further, which is so sad.

I was getting close to a taxi driver. He was much older - and I mean much; he didn't do anything to force me. It was all me, encouraged by mum. She told me that if I had the urge, then maybe make it with someone who has the experience. I decided that I needed to tidy up - I had seen Cath's baby smooth pussy and remembered her words about how her boyfriend liked it. As I can't use my left hand much it's difficult; I have to ask mum to help. The thought of my mum touching me in the most erotic of places wasn't a very exciting prospect, ever. But she was always very good at it, so I closed my eyes and thought of Cath helping me. When she had finished, she smiled and said, “You’re ready.”

I knew what she meant; she knew I knew. 

I went and showered - touched my smooth pussy, felt my lips without hairs, and moved round to my ass, so smooth, expertly trimmed by Mother Dear. I'd seen hers and she always called it her dolphin's nose…hers always seemed to glisten. I finished in the bathroom and walked to my bedroom. On the way past my mum’s room, I could hear her moaning quietly, and when I whispered "Are you okay?" she gave a loud sigh and I could hear the bed-springs.

She said, "Yes…" out of breath. “I'll put it back when I've cleaned it.”

I picked out the nicest pink thong I had and put on a short skirt and white top. I didn't need a bra as at almost twenty I was the same size as I am today. Embarrassingly, I have to buy children's clothes, and buying something nice is a bit crap. I digress. It was almost time for him to pick me up for work. I had never done this before, I had no idea what to do. Should I ask mum? Yes of course.

So, I was sitting with mum, saying, "Well, I guess he just puts it in and we kiss?"

Mum laughs and says, "He's older - he will know what to do. Just relax… it might hurt a tiny bit, but your dildo has already done most of the work.”

She said, "Just say no if you don't want to do something.”

James picked me up to go to work - I got in at the side of him instead of the back door. Cath was already in the back. We get the same taxi as we work for our local employer. She was dressed in the usual tight jeans with a camel toe, and a tank top over tiny tits. She leaned forward and grabbed my arm and said in a loud whisper, "So - you are going to fuck him then?"

Myself and James were mortified, but my cunt was dripping. Silence all the way to work. He dropped us at the gate and as I got out, I let my skirt ride up and show my crotch in my pink thong. His gasp said it all.

“I'll pick you up at twelve-thirty.” We did the usual daily grind, Cath teasing me all morning. We went to the bathroom so I could do a nervous poo, Cath helping as usual. She helped me wipe up and told me to turn round so she could make sure it was properly clean. Yeah right, the more you know…

She convinced me to take off my panties, telling me that it would turn him on a lot. So I stood out from them and Cath said, "I'll put them in your bag."

The time came. I was waiting at the gate and stood feeling the breeze on my naked wet pussy. His car turned up - not the taxi but his private car. I was nervous, but he said, "Jump in."

I did what Chloe said and hitched my skirt up to show my bare crotch. He just sat there - open mouth and a lump in his jeans. We drove to a little picnic area and he opened the hatch in the car. How romantic - not! I sat on the back and he lay down next to me. I was nervous and he said, "Can I touch you?"

"Yes," I replied. He put his hand on my thigh and I opened my legs as far as I could. He moved up to my clitty and touched it. I exploded. I wetly squirted on his hand and my skirt. He cleaned up, smiling. I asked if I could touch his. Of course, it was out before I finished typing on my communicator. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It wasn't very big - maybe four inches. It was really hard though. He kept hold of my hand and moved it in a wanking action to show me; we lay down and his hand moved back to my bare tiny cunt. He touched my clit and I shuddered and then used his finger in my pussy. It was okay, but my dildo was better. I asked him if he would like to shove it up.

He said, "You mean fuck?"

I said, "Yes if you want to." 

He moved on top of me, his cock at my virgin hole. I could feel it moving my lips, and then he thrust - it missed and he came on my belly. He got up, embarrassed, and apologized. I was sort of disappointed, but then happy he wasn't my first, but almost. I rang Cath when I got home and told her all about it. We laughed so much! She hinted maybe I should try the other sex as I'm a disaster.

I could have died when my mum asked if I got any on my clothes. I told her no as I had cleaned it with his picnic rug. We never saw him again.

I got a new taxi driver who was older than my granddad, so no more taxis. Oh, and my pink panties? Yeah, not in my bag but Cath's pocket. I hope they smelled good for her orgasms.

This isn't to make you feel sorry for me. I have sort of led a sheltered life in a way, but the fumblings I had during my teen years were neither here nor there. The taxi driver wasn't even a factor in my sexual ability.

Let's wind back to 1990. My uncle Nial was going out with a woman called Natasha. Although they were not married, I considered her my aunt. She was a lovely woman, in her mid-twenties with long curly blonde hair, plump but not at all fat, she loved and respected me. My mum trusted her enough to be in charge of me, to help me with personal stuff, etc. They lived in Filey in North Yorkshire, a lovely fishing village. I had many days at the beach there - my tiny bikini, the duck egg blue one still fit me although a little tight around the middle; it showed my toe quite a lot, which gave people a nice view when I was sunbathing.

Lying there on my sun lounger, sunglasses on, no one could see me watching the lovely views and watching the men and women, girls and boys my age too if they looked cute, Nat was lying with me talking about what she was up to at work as a barmaid in the local pub, telling me about the cute bar staff and how he would be a nice boyfriend, how he was tall and handsome. I wasn't listening I was more watching her boobs moving about in the orange bikini top she had on, tantalizing, pleasing to see, I shouldn't be looking she's almost my aunt for fucks sake.

Anyway, we packed up for the day, it wasn't easy for me to walk so a nice older gent offered to carry our stuff while Nat helped me up the beach, halfway up she's got me by the waist, holding me up, hand across my hip almost touching my bikini line, tingling and my crotch throbbing, my mind wandering – no no I shouldn't be thinking this way, she is my aunt.

When we got back to the house, while my uncle was making food, Natasha asked me if I wanted a bath. So I went to my room to get fresh clothes and my toothbrush, Natasha was in the bathroom running the water, she told me to turn round and unbuttoned my top, then pulled down my bottoms, I swear my pussy quivered, I could feel her breath on my skin, electric.

She helped me into the bath and took off her T-shirt, she still had her bikini top on, I lingered a little too long, had she noticed? I sat in the bubbles up to my waist, sponge in my good hand, struggling to stay upright; at home I had a walk-in shower room with a seat, so a little nervous I would end up head underwater and pussy up in the air. My nipples are stuck out from my tiny boobs, Natasha commented on how lucky I was not to need any support. She saw I was struggling so asked if I needed help, I said okay anticipating her touch, using the sponge I had, she loaded it with soap and started to soap my back, lifting each arm, reaching round under my less than AA cup boobs, she made a joke about it being cold and I quickly said, "Yes, yes it's the cold." She poured a little warm water over my chest from a cup, didn't make my nipples soften it just felt more sexy, like watery fingers caressing me.

She washed each leg from the toes up to my thighs, my imagination telling me she was lingering at the top or was she lingering? She asked If I could manage the rest, but I faked being a bit wobbly, she said, "I don't mind helping you," and dove into the water quickly with the sponge and rubbed my pussy first, then pulled me towards her squishing her boobs into my shoulder and face, dove back in and washed my puckering arse. It was over too quick, I was quivering, she helped me to my room and sat me down, threw a towel my way, and left me to it.

After food we sat and watched a film called Blue Lagoon. Natasha was complaining to my uncle that even though they were shipwrecked on an island the boy was more romantic than him. I went to bed, still tingling about my bath, Natasha helped me upstairs and asked if I needed anything. A dildo? No, I didn't dare ask, but I was frustrated as fuck. "Do you have a hairbrush?"

She brought two for me: a round one and one with a mirror. She asked if I wanted her help. Fuck yes, jam it in my wet cunt, please, I thought to myself. "Yes please," I said. She sat behind me on the bed and pulled me close, ran her fingers through my hair and then the brush smoothing it out and making my pussy drip at the same time; I couldn't breathe. When she finished, she asked if I wanted the brushes for the morning. "Yes please, I need them," I said.

She kissed me on the forehead hugged me and said, "Goodnight." I was on fire.

I got undressed and lay on the bed propped up with pillows. My hand caressed my tiny tits and nipples, my hand warm to my skin. I moved further down; I was just about to delve into my wet folds when there was a knock on the door

"Are you decent?" Natasha asked. I just lay there; she'd seen me naked anyway

"Yes," I replied.

When she came in she had a towel around her and said, "Oh must be cold still, ha ha!"

She needed to get a nightie from the drawers across from me. As she bent down I could see her lovely hairy cunt peeping from under the towel; I almost came right there. She left and said goodnight again. That was it, finger was in, rubbing my clit and lips, but it wasn't enough. I grabbed the brushes and pushed the mirrored one into my wet cunt. It took about ten pushes for me to cum. My arse was twitching from her touch still. I grabbed the small round brush, pushed it into my wet cunt for lubrication and then reached down and pushed the end into my tight arse hole. I could see my clit using the mirror brush, and just went for it. For about a minute I was in heaven.

"Natasha!" I gasped, "Natasha!" as I came for the second time.

"Yes? Are you okay Treize?"

"Goodnight," I gasped.

I don't see her much. After she had a baby we drifted apart a little, and my uncle split with her, but we still talk which is better than some of my family. That's all for now, I have much more to tell but that's another part of my life that got much better.