Ever since the spectacular reports that Doctor Alfred Kinsey and his army of researchers published, a vast of amount of information concerning the sexual habits and practices of our sophisticated peoples has become known. There has been much research and persistent effort among those who examine into the sexual upheaval that has taken place, and surprising co-operation and garrulity on the part of those who have revealed their sexual experiences with remarkable candor. And, because this is so, many unsuspected types of human behavior have come to light, not only in the files of those who research, but in the case histories of the nation's psychiatrists and psychologists.
The prevalence of incest as a part of our social scheme has been unsuspected for a long time, mainly because those who usually participate in such acts rarely if ever reveal such activities to parents or other authorities. When and if the police learn of such acts they invariably keep the matter secret, supposing that no good can be accomplished by revealing such information. Because of this reticence about this particular type of sexual activity, it has long been supposed that incest was either non-existent or on the wane.
The practicing psychiatrists and psychologists can refute this belief and many have reported that incest as a way of life is much more common than supposed, and no psychiatrist is surprised to learn that an incestuous experience was a part of a person's early sexual development.
What is surprising to many is the fact that there are many people who continue their incestuous relationships after they have met and married other mates. Yet, as one psychiatrist said recently, this, too, has become quite common.
Commenting on this facet of today's mores, the psychiatrist pointed out that many people become accustomed to the person and the sexual reactions of their incestuous partners and are often unable to function properly without them. Too, there are many others who develop into highly sensual hedonists who find the continuation of incestuous relationships intensely pleasant and rewarding.
Whatever the reasonings behind such activities there are many women who marry and for one reason or another continue incestuous relationships, and in some cases, achieve great satisfaction from such arrangements.
Perhaps because of today's permissive attitudes and mores those who are involved with such practices seem to have little interest in the moral aspects of such relationships, but concentrate instead upon the ability to enjoy voluptuous sensual pleasures with little or no reserve. And because there are so many such cases now being revealed this volume will attempt to examine into some of them.
It can be mentioned, in passing, that the utter frankness people who do talk about their sex lives exhibit, need not be considered as wholesome. Many psychiatrists suspect that those who do talk so frankly, and at such great length, can and do experience strong sensual feelings while doing so, and they suggest that it is this thrilling sensuality that is mainly responsible for the frankness and candor so prevalent in today's case histories.
Contemplation of the case histories suggests that this is so.
CHAPTER ONE
Little Brother
Probably because of its forbidden nature, incest has become especially alluring to many of the oversexed peoples of our times. In commenting upon the prevalence of this so-called social crime, Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg says in his authoritative book, Incest and Incestuous Behavior, that the problem in determining the frequency of this activity is twofold.
First, many of those who become engaged in such practices are never detected and the varied types of acts performed are therefore rarely disclosed.
While Doctor Weinberg's book was published in 1955, many others have been published since and the research done in this particular field of human behavior has produced multitudinous case histories that show that many of our people have grown up with brothers or sisters with whom they enjoyed incestuous associations and, very often, a whole spectrum of sexual acts.
Discussing this type of activity, one psychologist stated recently that the secretive nature of such behavior, plus its illicit character has a tendency to permit the people involved to experiment far beyond what would be expected. Discussing a case of his own wherein the girl had sought treatment and exposed a rather unsavory program with her brother, he quoted the girl as having a good excuse for her perverted tastes.
"It never bothered me that he was my brother," she said. "But, we were always alone together and we had lots of time. I knew he wasn't about to tell anybody anything ever, so we tried everything that we could think of. And I never did care what he thought of me, I wasn't going to marry him. I just had fun with him. And because it was such a nice, comfortable arrangement and I knew that no one would ever know anything of what we did, we were pretty uninhibited."
In commenting further on this particular case, the psychologist reports that the young lady involved had become irresistibly addicted to the ingestion of the male fluids, especially semen, and because of her excessive appetites had kept her brother in a state of constant depletion.
When she married, she simply transferred her activities to her husband, but because her needs and hungers were getting out of hand and she was picking up males for the express purpose of fellating them and thereby risking her marriage, she had been persuaded to seek, professional help.
In predicting the outcome of his case, the psychologist was not too optimistic. Like many of his colleagues, he says he is persuaded that such strong inclinations and appetites, sustained for so many years, would be almost impossible to eradicate. When pressed for a. logical outcome, he was pessimistic.
"Perhaps she can be educated to curb her inclinations and try to confine her activities to her own bedroom, but it is doubtful that a person who has always been uninhibited in their indulgences can be curbed. Actually, in such a case, we can only hope."
Experienced researchers now seem to believe that incestuous acts that are not abandoned promptly, have a tendency to perpetuate themselves and very often the eventual marriage of the participants does not, as might be expected, put an end to the illegal actions. And the frequency of incest is now so great that classic patterns of behavior have now been established.
In his book Sick Sex, John Somers, PhD., a practicing psychiatrist with many years of experience behind .him, delineates the various patterns that have now become relatively common in incestuous relationships.
In discussing the brother-sister relationship he points out that it is usually the older sister who initiates the activity. This is often done by permitting a younger brother glimpses of her body, or her genitals, then persuading the boy to disrobe. Once this point has been reached, the girl fondles the boy's genitals, often taking the penis into the mouth and performing fellatio until orgasm has been achieved. After this, the boy is usually amenable to the girl's demands and usually performs cunnilingus for her. Thus a pattern is begun and because of the exceptional sensual pleasures that can be enjoyed by both parties, a termination point is often hard to achieve.
While many incestuous relationships deal with the full range of illicit acts, the experts assume that many preferred or favorite acts become developed. According to the evidence now being amassed by the researchers who examine extensively into our present sexual activities, many girls who are admittedly oversexed, become exceptionally fond of practicing fellatio and will confine their main activity to this practice, often to the exclusion of all else.
The males are affected too, and often become addicted to the practice of cunnilingus, or sodomy, or other more inventive acts. This, it is assumed, is because those involved in incest usually are very careful to avoid the act that can produce pregnancy. And because this is such a magnified fear with such types, coitus is usually avoided, except when it is especially desired and can be considered safe. The use of contraceptives is not as prevalent as might be imagined, mainly because incestuous relationships are usually begun when both parties are too young to secure such items and by the time they are old enough, their sexual preferences have been pretty well established.
And, a growing number of young people are dedicated devotees of oral sex, and for those who are oversexed, or possessed of an abnormal sex drive, the addiction to fellatio and cunnilingus is a very definite possibility, and an. irresistible hunger for the products of such acts usually develops.
Another by-product of incest, because of its clandestine character, is the utter lack of restraint that develops among the participants. And, of course, once this side of the affair emerges, anything goes and is enjoyed with complete candor.
Usually, in the brother-sister relationship, one of the two will emerge as the dominant one. When this is the female, the sexual abuses inherent and possible in the relationship are virtually unlimited. But, it is inevitable that one person shall dominate, and most experts agree that it will usually be the one who initiated the activity. Many believe that most relationships find the sister beginning things and it is not at all surprising that in a great many cases the female will be the boss.
Edwin D. is now twenty-eight. He is employed as an electrician and insists that he is reasonably well-adjusted to the society in which he lives and is able to function with great ease in spite of the fact that he is the end result of an incestuous relationship that began when he was only fifteen.
In discussing his background and his attitudes, Edwin is quite frank and often vulgar in his speech. But he is not at all abashed or in any way ashamed of anything that he has done.
"My kid sister and I grew up in a New England city and we were often alone most of the time. My mother was divorced and sometimes our father would send money for our support, but most of the time he didn't so my mother was always working. My kid sister, Edie, was a very pretty girl and by the time she was thirteen, she was really something to see. When Edie was thirteen she had a big set of gorgeous boobs and the rest of her figure was really good. The fellows at school and in the neighborhood said that she was really stacked.
"I am two years older than she is and when she was thirteen I was fifteen and I had been pulling my prick, every time I got a chance, for a long time. Lots of times I'd look at Edie wandering around the house and I'd get a hard-on just watching her. I'd go into the bathroom and beat my meat just thinking about what she must look like under her clothes.
"Edie was always smarter than me and she used to tease me a lot about being such a mouse. I used to go right home after school every day and I was always hanging around the house on the weekends and she was always bossing me around, in spite of the fact that she was two years younger than I was.
"One Saturday morning I was going to go to a ball game with some of the guys and as soon as I got dressed and had breakfast, I started out the door. Edie yelled at me and stopped me. She asked me where I thought I was going. I told her and she got mean as hell.
"You are going to stay right home here and help me clean this damned house. You aren't going anywhere. Understand?'
"Edie was a cute little blonde and her pretty face looked cold and downright mean. I stood there with my hand on the doorknob and I knew somehow that I was going to do whatever she told me to do. She knew it, too, and she also knew that I was afraid to defy her. I went back into the kitchen and she gave me another cup of coffee and I sat down with her and waited for her to tell me what she wanted me to do. She looked at me and she had a funny little smile on her face. At that moment I think I hated her.
"She started cleaning up the kitchen and she told me to dust the living room and straighten up. I looked at her and I told her that I really wanted to go to the ball game. She got that nasty look on her face again and she put her hands on her hips and snapped at me.
"I don't give a damn what you want to do. You are going to stay right here and help me. So forget it.'
"She went out of the kitchen and into her bedroom and I started doing what she told me. I suppose it sounds funny but Edie always was a strong-minded kid and she got mean as hell if I crossed her. So I did what she told me to do and that was it.
"My mother was at work and she called up around ten and told Edie that she wouldn't be home for supper. She had a date and she was going right from work, so we should fix our own dinner and go to bed at our usual time. When Edie put the phone down she had a funny look on her face and she was smiling again. She sat at the phone for a long time and she watched me as I moved around. I could feel her eyes on me and it made me sort of uncomfortable.
"After a while she got up and she went back into her bedroom and she was in there for quite a while. When she came out she was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter and the front of her shorts climbed up in front and every line of her body was visible. I guess I couldn't help looking at her crotch and in no time I had a big hard-on. She was still watching me and she had that same funny little smile on her face. She sat down in one of the living room chairs and she was staring at my crotch and I felt funny as hell.
"You've got a hard-on, Eddie,' she said, 'I can see it.'
"I didn't know what to say to her. I could feel myself blushing and I just turned away so that she couldn't see it. She called my name and when I didn't answer her, her voice changed and became sharp and demanding.
"Eddie,' she said, 'turn around here. I want to talk to you.'
"I turned around and I felt awful knowing that she could see what I had in my pants. She looked excited and her eyes were shiny and she was staring me right in the eyes.
"Eddie,' she said excitedly, 'let me see it. I mean, let me look at it. Please?'
"Hearing her talk like that got me all excited, even more than I had been. She was sitting forward on the chair, her smile encouraged me to do as she wanted me to do. When I didn't answer her, she got mean.
"Come over here, Eddie,' she said.
"The tone of her voice suggested that I had better do as she said. I was trembling and I knew that deep down inside I wanted her to look at me. I wanted her to hold my dick in her hand but I didn't really believe that she would do it. I went over to her and she smiled up at me and then she reached out and touched my stiff cock and her fingers patted it and I shivered. She opened my pants and I felt her cool fingers handling my flesh and I almost came right then and there. She was holding it in her hand and that felt awful nice. She looked at its tip and her fingers slid downward and she pulled the foreskin so far back that it hurt.
"She rubbed her thumb over the slippery head and then she began jerking me off. She lifted her face up to look at me and her smile was soft and gentle. She liked what she was doing, I could see that. But I had to stop her in a hurry because the way she was going I would be spurting all over the place in a hurry. Her clasp was tight and hurting and when she reached inside and lifted my balls out, her handling of them pushed me too close to coming and I backed away from her.
"I stood there in front of her shaking and panting, "with my dick and my balls in full view. She kept right on smiling and I could see that she was out of breath too. Her face was kind of pink and she kept licking her lips and the corners of her mouth.
"She reached out and grabbed it again and I told her to stop. She just smiled a big, superior smile and told me to stand still. She slid off the chair, on to her knees in front of me. She opened her mouth and bent my cock downwards and then she had it in her mouth.
The moment her tongue slid across the head of it, I started coming and I just stood there shaking like a leaf as the juice poured out of me and she was slowly swallowing it. She had her head twisted to one side and her eyes were sparkling as she looked up at me-she looked blissfully happy. She was using her hand on the bottom part, jerking it up and down. I could feel her hot slippery mouth slowly sucking at me like she was an animal sucking on its mother's tit.
"When she couldn't get any more, she took her mouth away. She knelt there and her hand reached up to wipe at her mouth and there was a strange look on her face. She tried to get up and she almost fell over. I gave her my hand and when she stood up, I could see that she was shaking as much as I was. She didn't seem to be quite right and her chest was heaving up and down as she struggled for breath. She sat down in the chair again and she just shook, like she was sick or something.
"I started to put my dick away and she told me not to.
"Don't,' she said, looking at it. 'I want some more, lots more.'
"She was silent for a moment and then she said, 'Jesus, I never knew it could be like this. I never.'
"I sat down because my legs were trembling and I just didn't know what else to do. She kept on struggling for breath and after a while her big smile came and she straightened up and looked to be all right again.
"Sure,' I said, 'but I didn't know that you knew how to do it.'
"Neither did I,' she said, grinning. 'But at the moment it seemed the thing to do. I'm going to do it again as soon as I stop shaking so damned much.'
"Suppose I don't want you to do it again?' I said.
"Don't you?' she asked, impishly.
"I could feel my face getting red again and it bothered me that she could know how much I had liked what she had done. She didn't say anything for a while, then she got up and took my hand and I followed her into my bedroom. She told me to take my pants and my shorts off. It didn't occur to me to resist her. She had already seen everything anyway, and I was still hot. The idea that my pretty sister was playing with my cock and sucking me off was just too damned stimulating. So I did what she told me to do.
"I stood there in my socks and shirt and she just pushed me down onto the bed. She climbed up with me and sat down between my legs. She started playing with my balls and they started shifting and squirming and I got a hard-on again real quick. She put her hand around it again and she moved her hand up slowly, then down, and she pulled the skin back too far again. A drop of goo popped out and she bent forward and licked it off. She rolled her tongue around against her lips and she was grinning with great delight. She bent over and licked at it again, and this time she got more. She was tasting it and shivering as she kept on doing it.
"She was making soft, cat-like noises as she licked it and then she kind of shivered as she pushed her mouth down over it. I could feel her tongue whipping back and forth as she slid her mouth upwards and then she sucked hard at the little opening. Then she pushed her mouth down again and she kept on doing that.
"In just a few moments I began to feel the sweet, painful sensations that always began building up in my loins just before I'd come and I couldn't wait for her to make it happen. She was squeezing my balls and kneading them with her fingers and I was suddenly close to the end. She was shivering, her shoulders twitching and when she lifted her face and sat up, I almost died with disappointment. She looked wild and she was still shaking as if she was having a fit of some kind.
"I was in agony and my balls were hurting me and the pain was alive and throbbing in my groin and I reached for my cock to finish it off myself.
"She grabbed my hand and stopped me. 'Don't,' she said softly.
"I was coming,' I said. 'I gotta.'
"I know,' she said. 'I don't want you to come yet. I like the goo I get while I'm sucking you, and then when you come it's like a lovely dessert. When you finally come, I go haywire. I can't help it. Please, let me do it my way.'
"I didn't say anything more to her and she bent over again and her hand pulled my foreskin back too far and that hurt like hell, but she was mouthing the head of my dick, just the head and sticking her tongue into the little hole and the sensation was just too sharp and raw to stand for long. She was shivering again and her fingernails were tickling my balls and she had just the head of my cock in her mouth, but the things that she was doing were driving me insane.
"Her tongue just wouldn't be still and even her lips were working and her hands were helping to drive me out of my mind with excitement. She started shaking violently and then I started coming and she just kept her lips and her tongue working and I could feel her sucking the load out of me. She just wouldn't stop sucking and it was hurting like hell-I was in agony with exquisite sensations. Her cheeks filled out and I realized that she was sucking so hard she would make me bleed if she didn't stop. She kept right on and then I could see her swallowing slowly and her hands kept on trying to force more out of me.
"Then she slid her mouth all the way down and I realized that the first time had just been fooling around. Now she was really sucking me off and I was so sensitive I almost fainted from the exquisite feelings I was enjoying. She began sliding her mouth up and down, slowly and each time my cock would fill up her mouth I could feel the soft, stimulating touch of her palate and that was an extra delight.
"She was using her hand on the lower part of my dick, jerking me off while she sucked and then she was shivering again and I could feel myself coming and it felt like scalding water running out of my dick and it hurt, but it hurt nice. I was shivering as much as she was and when she couldn't get any more out of me, she finally let it go. She sat back on her heels and she was in a hell of a state. She looked like something that had crawled through the faucet and she couldn't stop shaking.
"I happened to glance at the crotch of her shorts and it looked like she had wet herself. Her crotch was soaked. She just let her head fall down onto her chest and she went right on shaking.
"She was shivering and shaking so badly I got kind of scared. But then after a few minutes she sort of got hold of herself and while she was still trembling, she began to look more like her self. She lifted her head finally and smiled at me.
"Oh, Lord,' she said heavily, 'I never felt anything like that in my whole life. And it gets better all the time.'
"She bent forward and kissed me right on the mouth and she shivered again. I liked being kissed by her and when she put her arms around me, I shivered too. Her lips were against mine and her words were very soft as she spoke to me.
"Oh, Eddie,' she said, heavily, 'I love sucking your cock, and when you are coming, I just die. I just can't help it.'
"She kissed me some more and she was smearing her lips all over my mouth and it was awfully sexy and exciting to me. Her hand reached for my dong and she massaged it and my balls, too. She gave out with a big sigh and then she sat back on her heels again she grinned at me.
"You wet yourself,' I said.
"Sure I did,' she said, with a little giggle. 'But not like you think. I've been coming all the time and each time you come, my whole crotch winds up and explodes. Man, I never knew that fooling around could be anything like this. I simply can't believe it.'
"She tried to get up off of the bed and she wobbled and almost fell flat on her face. She didn't though. She got her legs out from under her and then she got them off of the bed. When she stood, she swayed, and she was still trembling.
"You can see what it does to me,' she said. 'I lose all control and just go ape. God, what a wallop I get.'
"She turned and went over to look at herself in my mirror and I could see that her shorts were soaked halfway up her buttocks. She examined her reflection in the mirror and grinned. She saw me watching her and said that she was going to go into her room and get out of her wet clothes. The bathroom was in between our rooms with a door on each side, and we had to lock both doors when we went into the bathroom, if we wanted privacy. This time Edie didn't lock the door at all. She left it open and I heard her moving around in there. Then she called me and I got up and answered.
"You can come in, silly,' she said. 'If I am going to have such fun with your cock, you can certainly look at me.'
"I went into the bathroom and she was standing in front of the mirror. She had her halter off and she was squeezing her breasts with her hands. She saw my admiring look in the mirror and giggled. 'They hurt,' she said. 'They hurt like hell.'
"She kept on squeezing them and massaging them, and I could see that they were all milky-white and firm and the nipples were little prongs, richly red, and they seemed to be bursting away from the small circles of pale pink skin around them. Eclie knew that her breasts were exceptionally beautiful and she looked at me wide-eyed as she asked me if I wouldn't like to massage them for her.
"I slipped my arms around her and as her hands fell away, she grasped the edge of the sink and watched me in the mirror. I touched them and then I began squeezing and kneading with my big fingers until she gasped and staggered as I crushed them against my palms. They were firm and rubbery and as slick as silk.
"Hurt me,' she breathed, staring at my eyes. 'Squeeze hard and hurt me. It makes me come in my pants when you hurt me.'
"The way she was reacting to my handling of her breasts surprised me, and when she said that what I was doing made her come, that too surprised me because I hadn't even known that girls could come. I guess I didn't really know very much about girls at the time.
"I began squeezing her breasts as hard as I could and I knew that I was hurting her, but she liked it. She gasped, then she drew in a big deep breath and her whole body shook. Then she sort of slumped against the washstand and her head dropped down onto her chest. She just stood like that for a long time. I still was holding on to her breasts and squeezing them. After a long while she grasped my hands and pushed them away.
"She twisted around and faced me and her eyes were smiling at me as her slick red mouth kissed me. She was necking with me like I was her favorite boyfriend and she was still trembling, too, and I had a hell of a big hard-on. She felt it, I guess, because she put her hand down there and began slowly manipulating it. She was as happy as could be and kissed me passionately, her tongue snaking in and out of my mouth all the while.
"Eddie,' she said nervously, 'take my pants off. I want to watch you when you look at my cunt.'
"She giggled and kissed me hotly and she was getting herself all excited using the dirty words. Her mouth was against my lips and she just wouldn't shut up.
"I've got a pretty little cunt,' she said. 'You are going to suck my cunt for me, and you are going to fuck me up the ass too. I think I'm going to like that. Oh, I know I'm going to like that!'
"I was trying to unhook her shorts and my fingers were shaking so badly I just couldn't manage it. She reached down and did it for me and then her shorts fell down her legs and I could feel the soft downy hair in her crotch. She hadn't been wearing underpants, just the shorts and they were soaked. She put my hand down there and rubbed it harshly in the slippery valley between her legs. She started murmuring, 'Oh, oh,' and she was panting like a dog. She kept rubbing my hand in her crotch and then she whimpered and caved in again and I felt the hot, slippery fluids spilling out of her.
"Instead of being calmed by her experience, she just got hotter. She pushed me away from her and sat down on the toilet. She spread her legs wide and I could see the dripping pink meat between her legs and she was watching me as I stared at it.
"Suck me, Eddie,' she said, pleadingly. 'Get down in front of me and I'll let you suck me for as long as you want. Then I'll do you again, they way you like it. Hurry, Eddie. Please hurry.'
"She was half out of her mind with sexual frenzy and I guess I was, too. I knelt down between her knees and shifted her cute little bottom forward till only her spine was resting on the edge of the seat. Her whole crotch was sopping and as I tasted the juices of her thing I began spurting all over the floor but I don't think either of us cared. I got a whiff of the odor between her legs and it did something to me. I was shivering and my dick was so hard it was hurting, in spite of the fact that I had just come.
"She reached out and grasped the back of my head and my face slid on the slipperiness of her thighs. Her hot little twat was quivering and as I slipped my tongue into the tight little slit she began coming. She was moaning and screeching so loud I thought she would wake the dead. The sweetness of her glands began flowing into my mouth and I was tasting her and it drove me into a frenzy that I just couldn't control. I had all of her sex in my mouth and I could feel a long, hard piece of flesh under my tongue and she was shifting her hips and squirming them against me so that I was constantly rubbing it. She just kept right on coming. She had one spasm after another and was constantly feeding me sap. An overwhelming lust for more and more of the fruits of her body was alive and bursting inside me and I couldn't control myself. I think I kind of lost my head for a while, because I finally realized that Edie was pushing me away from her and she finally had to use her foot to get me away from her.
"When I fell, I hit my head against the wall and that knocked some sense into me. Edie was sobbing and there were tears streaming down her face. I was sorry that I had hurt her or made her feel bad and I said so. She shook her head fiercely and struggled to get her breath so that she could talk. When she finally managed it, she told me that she was sobbing and crying only because it had been so good.
"She slid her hips back a bit and I watched as a stream of piss ran out of her and cascaded into the bowl. I was very interested in seeing that. She grabbed a piece of toilet tissue and wiped her little twat, then she just sat there, shivering and trying to stop her tears.
"I stood up and she gave me a crooked grin. She reached out and put her hand around my throbbing dick and pulled me close to her. She moved forward and began licking the tip of it while her hand pulled my meat back and exposed the head of it. She glanced up at me and smiled. 'Maybe I need some more nourishment,' she said.
"She put it into her mouth then and her hand began cupping my bag and she was rolling my balls around and sort of pushing them upwards while her tongue drove me crazy with its gentle, flicking motions. Her cheeks were hollowed and she was going right after her nourishment. I was trembling and my whole crotch was aching with the need to expel a hell of a big load. She was sucking and making all sorts of funny noises and I began shaking and she knew that she was close to getting what she was after. The noises she was making began getting even louder and crazier.
"I could feel the sharp, painful sensations beginning in me and she began sucking so hard she was hurting me, then it started and she went ape, using her tongue and her mouth and her teeth to force more and more from me. Her hands were hurting my balls and she squeezed them and massaged them trying to force more juice out of them. When she couldn't get any more, she finally let me go and sat back with a big sigh. She smiled up at me and her tongue slipped out and licked her lips and she stopped shaking.
"I was too weak to stand up so I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and when she got up and looked at her face in the mirror, I just sat there, staring at the plump, firm round globes of her pretty ass. She had beautiful thighs and nice legs and was really a gorgeous chick. She ran the water in the basin and washed her face. When she was done with that she turned and smiled at me. She said that we had better have some lunch because we had a long day ahead of us and we were going to have lots more fun.
"She got busy in the kitchen, fixing us some sandwiches, and after we had eaten she said that we could go into her room and have some more fun. We climbed up onto her bed but she wanted to talk first. She kissed me and she told me that I was cunt-crazy and went nuts after I started tasting her and I drove her up the walls and she was glad that I was like that.
"She wanted to know how often I could jerk off and she wanted to watch me do it. She wanted to see it spurt, she said, but she didn't really, because when I began to spurt she gobbled it into her mouth and finished it for me that way. Then she gave a big sigh and told me that I could watch her masturbate, too.
"I got down there and she put her fingers down there and I looked at all the parts of her cunt. Her hole was closed, but I could see the tiny, ragged little edges of her twat, and the tiny little lips that were around it. They looked like little flower petals. Just above the opening there was a little prong. It was about a half-inch long, almost as thick around as her nipples and there was a round little head on it just like my dick. She began rubbing it and she told me that it was her clit. She rubbed it vigorously and it got bigger and harder and redder and then she was coming like mad. The juice was oozing out of her and she slipped her finger into the hole and she gushed for a moment, then it was over for the time being. I put my hand there and rubbed my finger in her slit. Then I put my finger into her hole and she loved that. She made me stop because she said that she was just too sensitive there for the moment. It would be all right in a minute or two.
"She told me that she had begun playing with herself when she was eight and she had tried putting all kinds of things up inside of her. She had a favorite tool. It was her hairbrush. It had a thick round plastic handle and she showed me how it fitted up inside of her and she used it to jerk herself off. Then she giggled and told me that she used in it her back hole too because she liked that even better. She would get the handle of the hairbrush all wet and slippery in her cunt and then shove it into her ass and as she worked it in and out she would use her fingers on her clit and pop all over the place. That was why she wanted me to screw her up the ass. She said that she loved that.
"Just talking about it got me hard and she was already excited so she got up on her knees and let me put it into her cunt and start screwing her. She was scared that I would come in her there, so as soon as my dick was nice and wet and slippery she made me take it out and slide it into her bunghole. She went nuts then. My arms were around her hips and she found my hand and put it between her legs and she made me excite her clit. When I came in her she began screeching and moaning and in spite of the fact that she had her face pressed into the mattress she still made a hell of a lot of noise.
"She fell forward onto her belly and wouldn't let me move. She was shuddering and her twat was pumping in and out and my hand was soaked with her goo. I stayed right where I was and in a little while my cock got as soft as a rag and it shrunk up and finally fell out. I got up and she was still lying there, gasping and twitching and I went into the bathroom and got under the shower. While I was stall washing myself, she walked in and got under the water with me. She was white and her whole body was slick with sweat. She began soaping herself and when she got herself clean, she joined me in front of the tub and she let me towel her dry.
"You'd think that she had had enough for a while, but no. As soon as we went back onto the bed again she went right down on me and she was licking my balls and my asshole and in between my legs. She got me hard again and then she started sucking me off, but she took three hours doing it. She wouldn't let me come quickly. She loved swallowing the stuff that she could get all the while she was sucking, and she sort of went nuts and started working on me like crazy. When I popped, she just kept right on and it was the same thing all over again. I was on my back and she was on her hands and knees and after a while she moved around and straddled my face so that I was sucking her soaked little twat. She was having herself a grand time and so was I.
"We kept it up all damned day and from then on Edie was always at me. She handled my cock more than I did, and she just lived for it. And she seemed to get worse instead of better.
"We sort of settled down into a pattern and as soon as I would get home from school, she would be at me. She was always in a frenzy for it, half nuts with the wanting. She would actually be drooling by the time I got home.
"During the summer months when we were home all day, she damned near killed me. We never went anywhere, we were too busy having fun with each other's sexual parts.
"And, as time passed, we both became experts and more inventive, too. Edie had lots of cute ideas and we enjoyed trying them all. But she would never let me screw her. She thought that that would not be the right thing to do."
CHAPTER TWO
Big Sister
There is a popular theory among the researchers active today that a great many of those who are among the groups devoted to far out, or bizarre sex, are often the products of an incestuous relationship in their early life. The reasoning here is that such unions are usually without restraint and there is a great deal of experimentation permissible under such circumstances. Too, the conviction that no one will ever know what they have done is another element that lends an atmosphere of daring and inventiveness to the whole affair. In most case histories encountered by the researcher this would appear to be substantiated.
In the case history under discussion, Eddie reveals that his sister was totally without aversions to anything sexual. Possessed of an abnormal appetite for his semen, she became a constant drain upon his resources, but she was intelligent enough to learn that there were many ways to increase his productivity and keep him in a state of reasonably good health.
She did a great deal of research work at the public library and persuaded their mother to buy potent vitamins and large supplies of vitamin E. Some of the more esoteric drugs she managed to get herself. She was very much interested in her brother's health,, but selfishly so. She was concerned about indulging her excessive appetites without pulling him down to the point where his production of product was affected. She succeeded quite well, according to him.
"Edie was always making me take stuff and whatever it was, it sure kept me with a perpetual hard-on. She could make me come just about any time she wanted to. And she was always horny.
"She liked to play games, too. She used to like me to straddle her and fuck her between her tits. She would push them tightly together while I was sliding my dick up and down between them and each time I'd push up, she would stick her tongue out and lick the head of my dick. When I was close to shooting, she would pull my hips forward and the last push would wind up in her mouth and she would get it all. One time, she wrapped a plastic sandwich bag around by cock and she made me fuck her with that and when it was all over she licked it all up from the bag. She just didn't care how she got it, as long as she did.
"We went on like that for years and it just seemed to get better and better. As I got older I seemed able to give her more every time I'd come and she put out better too. I guess we always overdid things. I remember one morning we started out with a sixty-nine and by five o'clock that afternoon we were still doing it to each other. The only reason we stopped was because Edie had to take a leak. But then we went right back at it again. Of course, during such a long span of time, I would get soft lots of times but she didn't care. She liked sucking a soft dick just as well as a hard one, and when she was ready for it to produce, she knew just how to make it work.
"Another time, she was determined to see just how many times she could make me come during the course of a day and we started out at seven in the morning and by eleven-thirty that night she had made me come seventeen times. Of course, there were times, toward the tail end of the day when she had trouble. She put ice cubes on my balls and then after they were cold and hurting, she would, put a wash rag soaked with hot water on them and finally managed to get it up.
"She knew all kinds of tricks. She used the handle of her hairbrush in my rear end and that really turned me on and gave her lots of milk. She did that most of the time after she found out what it did for me. The last time she made me come she couldn't get me hard but she used everything to stimulate me, into popping and then she finally quit.
"I stayed in bed the whole day after that. I told my mother that I was sick and she and Edie waited on me and let me rest. Edie, of course, knew what was the matter with me, but she didn't care. My mother went out to the drug store to get me some medicine and while she was gone, Edie blew me twice, just to show me that I was still okay. When my mother got back, Edie was in the living room watching TV and playing Miss Innocent all over the place.
"When she was sixteen, Edie started dating. She was just too pretty not to have lots of guys chasing her and she really got to go with some very nice guys. But she didn't put out for any of them. She would go out on a date and when she got home she would climb into my bed and her twat would be seething with sap and she would make me eat her until she had herself a half-dozen orgasms. She always got home before our mother did. And, if she did come home early, Edie could always pretend that she was in the bathroom. We all kept our doors locked anyway so we were quite safe. After I had taken the edge off for her, Edie would drain me dry before she finally went to bed.
"I could tell which guys she dated turned her on, because she would be sloppy when she got home. There was one guy, Earl, a real nice guy, who was really too old for Edie, but he must have got her all steamed up lots of times because when she would come home from a date with him, she would be soaked and it would take me a long time to get her dry again.
"Then I found out why. One night she came home from a date with him about half-past eleven. When she straddled my face in the darkness there was so much juice in her I just couldn't seem to get her emptied but she was sucking me off at the same time I was sucking her, so I didn't think too much about it. After we finally calmed down, she lingered to have a last cigarette with me and she giggled in the darkness. Then she was kissing me and she asked me if I liked her going out with Earl. She was sure that I must because she was always so hot and so full of juice when she got home. I told her that I did like that. I liked it very much because I enjoyed eating her when she was so full.
"She giggled again and then she told me that she was laying for Earl. He was a real red hot and she would blow him a couple of times and then he would bang her while they parked outside. She thought it was so cute that she could bring me a nice present when she came home. At first, when she told me that, I didn't believe her, and then when I thought it over, I did believe her. She was just rotten enough to do something like that. I got real sore about it, but she found my face in the darkness and she started kissing me and made me admit that I liked it anyway.
"After that, there was never any attempt at concealment. I always knew just what she was doing and it didn't bother me whether I was eating Earl's honey or hers. It was all the same to me.
"One night, Edie had a house date with him and I was supposed to be out, but instead I got to watch from the closet in her bedroom. She went right after his joint as soon as they started necking and he began eating her, too. I watched her pop him and lick him and then she did it all over again later while he just sat and patted her head. Then they rested a while and smoked and necked until finally she laid back and he put the blocks to her and she almost broke his back with her heels. She sure enjoyed it and so did he. When it was all over, she made him go home. Then she called me and I had to clean her up. I found that I loved doing it. It got me so excited I started shaking and I couldn't stop.
"Edie was doing a lot of screwing and I wondered how she could be so unconcerned about it. When I asked her, she said that she had a friend who was a druggist and he was keeping her supplied with the pill. She was laying him, too. After all, she said, she had to pay for her prescriptions.
"Once she graduated from high school, Edie went right to work. I was already working and she was trying to persuade me to get an apartment of my own so that she could spend the night with me whenever she felt like it. She kept it up and kept it up until finally I did get a place and she started sleeping with me. She used to tell our mother that she was staying with a girl friend. When Edie was about nineteen, she and our mother got into a fight and Edie moved out, too, and from then on we had all the nights to ourselves that we could want.
"We were having a lot of fun together but Edie was still dating a lot of guys and she was determined that she was going to get married. She didn't like working. She wanted to find some real nice guy and let him support her.
"She really shuffled the deck, all right. She had all sorts of boy friends and she was screwing for all of them. She developed a nasty little habit. She'd get herself laid and then come home to me and I'd have to go down on her and suck the juice out and then kiss her so that she could have it. That got to be a real habit with her and she didn't think it was not nice. She thought she was being cute as hell and maybe she was.
"Then she met Wilton. He was a nice-looking guy, a couple of years older than I, and he had a good job with a good future. Wilton was just fine except that he fell hard for Edie and he really went all out. He treated her like she was a princess and she treated him like he was her devoted slave which I guess he was. There wasn't anything that she couldn't do with him or to him and it was all right with him.
"Edie went with him for quite a while and he was spending a lot of money on her, but it didn't matter. His folks were both dead and they had left him a lot of money, so Edie had herself a real live one and she knew it.
"She told me that he was dying to marry her and he was always after her and I wondered why she didn't do it. We were in bed one night talking about it. She had just blown me and we were waiting for my balls to fill up again. We were smoking cigarettes and just talking and when I asked her why she didn't marry the guy, she reached out and grabbed my dick and she told me she wasn't about to give that up. I told her she didn't have to give up anything. If she wanted to marry Wilton, go ahead. She could still come and visit with me any time she wanted to and then she would have two cocks.
"She got a big smile on her face and started to think it over. Two weeks later she and Wilton got married and they went away for a two-week honeymoon.
"When they got back, they settled into a little house that they bought. Edie came over one evening to see me and she looked very happy. She wasted no time in going after her lollipop. She blew me three times in a row before we finally took time out to rest.
"She had a lot to say about her new husband. She was very happy with him and she was sure that she had been very lucky. Her new husband was inexhaustible and he was a mouse. She could do any damned thing that she wanted to him and the more she abused him, the more he adored her. She was always sucking his cock and he loved that. And he was a real find in that area, too, she said.
"I never met a guy like him,' she said, 'he is funny when he comes. First, he spurts a few little drops and then it runs right out for a minute or two, then he starts coming and he really gushes, then he kind of dries up but about one or two minutes later, he comes all over again and then he drowns me. Jesus, what a joy he is to a gal like me.'
"She went on to tell me that Wilton had a few other hang-ups too. One day, when they were on their honeymoon, Edie had sucked him dry and his dong wouldn't get up or do anything. She was teasing him about what a disappointment he was to her. She told him his balls were useless and so was his cock. She was holding a letter opener in her hands. She hauled off and hit his dick with it in a playful little gesture and his dick jumped up like a startled rabbit.
"She just stood and stared at him until he finally told her that when he was growing up the girl next door had adopted him as her personal property and she taught him all about sex, but she was a mean, vicious bitch and used to beat him with her dog's leash. It got so that he enjoyed having her do it to him and he could come just from getting hit like that.
"There was quite a bit to it,' Edie said, grinning, 'but I'm a meaner bitch than she ever was. I really whip hell out of him. And I get more fun out of it than he does. I make him get up on his hands and knees and I use a belt on him. I whip his ass till it welts and then I give it to him in the balls but he can't take much of that. And neither can I. I really go haywire and I'm coming all the time I'm hitting him, so I really have a ball.'
"It seemed to me that Edie and Wilton were going to hit it off just fine. While I was enjoying her visit, I couldn't help asking her why she was sucking me dry if her husband could do so much for her. She just laughed and said that she guessed that she was greedy by nature. After that, we went back to making love and sucking each other dry. When it was all over, she went home and I went to sleep.
"She was a steady visitor after that. It was just like it had always been and each time she came to see me she had something new to report about her husband. She was having a ball thinking up things to do to Wilton and the more she abused him, the more he adored her.
"She would sit and watch the TV and make him crawl over to her and eat her until she got tired of it. If he made her come too quickly, she would slap his face or box his ears and he would be contrite and promise that he wouldn't do it again. One night when he was eating her she pissed in his face and he didn't even mind that. Then she gave him hell for making her so excited and she made him clean up the mess. She was having a ball with her new husband and he was enjoying it, too.
"About two months after they were married, Edie came over to see me and she acted quiet and thoughtful. When I asked her what was going on in her cute little head, she asked me if I would like to come and live with her and her husband. I looked at her as though she had flipped her lid. She laughed at my expression and then she told me that she had been planning it all along.
"I had a big fight with Wilton,' she said. 'I told him that I was thinking of leaving him and he went all to pieces and cried just like a little kid. I told him that he just wasn't man enough for me. His balls just couldn't make honey as fast as I needed it. And I was going to find me a man who could.'
"A dozen guys couldn't keep you satisfied,' I told her.
"I know,' she giggled. 'Wilton is really quite a man, better than most, but he doesn't know that. So, when I said that I was going to look for someone else to keep me happy, he begged me not to leave him. He crawled and groveled like a puppy and then he said that if I wanted a boy friend, he wouldn't mind. Just so I wouldn't leave him. So, if that's the way he feels, why not?'
"She made me promise that I would think it over and then she got out of her clothes and she was as hot as fire and kept popping me one time after another. She just couldn't seem to ever get enough. I was eating her, too, and she was really turned on. When we finally had to rest, I asked her what had gotten her so steamed up and she said that just thinking about having us both was what was steaming her up. She was really eager for that kind of a set up. She stayed with me until after midnight and then she got dressed and went home.
"When I got home from work the next day she was waiting for me in the apartment. She had her own key so that wasn't surprising. She was very happy about something and I couldn't wait to find out what it was. She had come to invite me to her place for dinner. It was a Friday night and she thought that Wilton and I should get better acquainted. She was insistent, so I agreed. I took my clothes off and she did, too. I had to take a shower and she wanted to blow me in the shower, which was a favorite trick of hers anyway, so she wound up getting wet, too.
"We laid on the bed afterwards and had ourselves a nice little party and she was as hot as hell again. Our party lasted a long time. She just laughed and said that we would have a late dinner.
"She had her own car so she drove us over to her place and we found Wilton working in the kitchen. He was doing dishes and he looked funny as hell with an apron tied around his waist. He was a big guy and when Edie snapped at him and asked him if he had done the things she had told him to do, he got a funny little look on his face but he said that he had. She smiled at him then and he looked relieved.
"Edie fixed some drinks for all of us and then she started fixing our dinner. She kissed Wilton and told him that she hoped he was a good cook. He didn't say anything to that. She made him set the table and we finally ate.
"After we had eaten, Edie and I went into the living room and I could see that she was hot and I couldn't imagine why. She told Wilton that he could let the dishes and the kitchen go for the time being. She wanted him to come into the living room. She wanted to have a talk with him. It was very important.
"Wilton brought coffee to us and then he sat down with his own cup. Edie gave him a big sweet smile and he just sat and looked at her with an adoring expression on his face.
"Wilt, dear,' Edie said, 'I've been talking to Eddie and I have asked him to move in with us. I'd like to have him with us here and I'm very much afraid that that is the way it is going to be. Do you have anything to say about it?'
"He looked at me and he was smiling. He turned back to face her and he shook his head.
"I like Eddie,' he said, slowly. 'You know I do. I think we can all be very happy here together. I'm very pleased.'
"Edie's smile practically lit up the room. She slid to the edge of her chair and she gave it to him right between the eyes. And I'm sure that she enjoyed doing it.
"Wilt, dear,' she said 'I've told Eddie about our sex life. I mean everything. I've also told him about my determination to have what I want. I think I should tell you that Eddie and I have been playing house together ever since we were kids, and from now on we are going to go right ahead and do just as we wish. If you are a good boy and behave yourself, we cart all be happy. If you don't want to play, you can get out right now. You think about it and let me know what you decide.'
"He just stared at her and then he turned to look at me and when he saw that she really meant what she said, his face kind of twisted a little and I thought he was going to start bawling. He didn't, though. He just sat there and stared at the floor.
"Edie got up and went over to him. There was a footstool in front of his chair. She sat down on it and she put her hands on his knees. She smiled at him and she spoke to him quietly, but firmly.
"Wilt, dear,' she said, 'you knew what I was like before we got married. And, I've told you that I wanted much more than I've been getting from you. You know how you are. You will have lots more fun too. I'll teach Eddie how to whip you and help you to get your kicks and you will have both of us. You remember the night I went out with that guy you don't like? You remember how you went wild over what was in my twat when I got home? Think how nice our life can be now.'
"She lifted his face with her hand and she kissed him. 'That's the way it is going to be, darling,' she said.
"She turned to look at me and then she told me that there had been a bit more to Wilt's early experiences. The girl who had abused him so badly and made him the way he was, had had a boy friend that she eventually married and she would whip Wilt and then make him suck her boy friend off while she watched. And he got to liking that little trick. While she was telling me that, Wilt glanced at me and then away again.
"Edie lifted his face up again and then she planted a big, sloppy kiss right on his mouth. She asked him which way it was going to be. Were we going to live together and enjoy our life or should she pack up right then and there and leave with me? That scared hell out of him. He slid out of his chair and then he was weeping and begging her not to leave him ever. Anything that she wanted was all right with him, but he couldn't live without her. Edie hugged him to her breasts. She twisted her head to flash me a big, triumphant grin. She held Wilt and let him sob and weep. After a while, he was all right.
"Wilt, dear,' she said, 'I want you to go and take a shower and Eddie and I will be along and then we will all get better acquainted. We have the whole weekend just to have fun and enjoy having each other. Now go, dear.'
"He stood up and looked at me. He tried a smile and it didn't quite come off. He was having trouble adjusting to a new way of life and I could understand that. Edie was enjoying his reaction and I think I realized at that moment that my little sister was pure slut and as rotten as a human being could be. I had to admit that I was just as bad as she was, because I didn't have to go along with her. But then I knew that that wasn't true either. Edie had always been able to make me do anything that she wanted me to do and she would always be able to do it. She watched Wilt head for the bathroom and then she came over to me. She slid onto my lap and she kissed me on the mouth.
"I'm so hot,' she said, giggling. 'I'm gooing all over myself just thinking about the way it's going to be. I'm so happy.'
"She slid her hand down into my lap and got my zipper opened. She reached in and wrapped her hand around my enormous hard-on and she giggled again.
"I want this,' she whispered, 'but I'm going to make Wilt suck you off and then bring it to me. That bastard is going to live a hard life from here on out. But hell love every minute of it. The meaner I am to him, the more he likes it. He is a real doll.'
"The way she was talking and acting kind of scared me. I could see that she was extremely excited and as hot as I'd ever seen her and I would not have been surprised if she had gotten down and popped me right then and there. But she didn't. She kept on kissing me and we could hear the roar of the shower in the master bathroom and then after a while, the sound stopped and she stood up. She grabbed my hands and pulled me up onto my feet.
"Let's go into the bedroom,' she said. 'My boy should be all nice and clean by now.'
"I followed her and when we walked into her bedroom, Wilt was standing close to the bed, a big turkish towel wrapped around his body. He gave me a sickly smile when Edie and I walked in. She told him to take the towel off. She wanted her brother to see what a nice body he had. He dropped the towel and he did have a nice hairless body. He had a monumental hard-on, too. His dick was huge and his balls were as big as a grapefruit. He was trembling as we both stared at his genitals. He had been circumcised and his big red knob was shining under the light. Edie reached out and grasped it. She bent it downward and that hurt him. He grimaced and she laughed.
"My boy is hung like a bull,' she said, 'I think we should call him Ferdinand. That's the way he is, aren't you, darling?'
"His face got red and she laughed again. She asked him where he had gotten such a lovely hard-on and made him answer her. He shivered as she began moving her hand up and down on his shaft.
"I can't help it,' he said, 'this sort of thing seems to affect me rather oddly. I can't help it. I guess I'm hopeless.'
"Edie gave him a gentle push and he sat down on the edge of the bed. She knelt and then she was sucking his big rod and she was beginning to shake. He gave me a look of utter helplessness and then Edie made him come and I could see that she was getting an exceptionally large batch of what she liked so much. She stayed right with him for a long time after he finished and when she finally left him, she stood up, shaking and wavering and her eyes had an unfocused appearance. She had been delightfully affected by what she had done to him, and when she finally got her mind back, she told him that he must be enjoying what was taking place because he had given her lots of honey. She was hoping for lots more.
"She began getting out of her clothing then and when she was naked, Wilt had another massive hard-on again. He watched me as she told me to get undressed. It was time for our party to begin. When I was naked, he stared at my genitals and Edie was watching him. She was wearing a big smile as she told him that she wanted him to blow me and then bring her a lovely present. He got red in the face again and he looked like he was going to balk. She snapped at him and told him to get moving or she would get the whip out and give it to him right then and there.
"He started toward me and his face looked awful. I sat down in an arm chair and I hooked my legs over the arms so that everything was readily available for Wilt. Edie told him that he should take his time, because he was going to suck me off a lot of limes since she would enjoy watching it. Poor Wilt, he was moving like a guy in a trance. He knelt and faced my big cock and then he suddenly lost all of his reserve. He reached out and began fondling my balls and he was touching my shaft with his long fingers. He shivered and a little moan escaped him and then he was licking me all over and gently handling my dick. His tongue began licking the shaft and it was quite plain that he was enjoying what he was doing. He slid his mouth over the tip and his hand pulled my skin down and then he started using his tongue until he began driving me crazy. I couldn't sit still and my ass was bouncing around and I was half nuts with sensations.
"Edie came over to sit on the arm of my chair and she began kissing me and smearing her mouth all over mine and she had her crotch open and her twat was actually dripping. I put my fingers in it and her clit was as long as I'd ever seen it. She began writhing and whimpering and she was coming steadily and fiercely. I noticed that Wilt was losing all control and he was sliding his head up and down with remarkable skill and he was making loud snuffling noises and milking my balls with his hands.
"All of a sudden I started coming and I almost died with the exaggerated sensations. Edie was kissing me wildly, her little cunt quivering and clenching as she started into a massive orgasm of her own. Wilt kept on and on and it dawned on me after a while that he had enjoyed himself and forgotten all about giving Edie a present. At the moment she was just too overstimulated and busy to notice, but she would realize it after a while and poor Wilt would catch hell. She was thrashing around like a wild animal and Wilt was bobbing his head up and down again as his fingers pulled my flesh down and hurt the head of my dick. Instead of giving me pain, it just made it all nicer. Then he started doing something with his tongue and his lips and I popped all over again and he ate that, too. He was shivering and snuffling and he just wouldn't stop. I did something extra nice for Edie and she had herself one hell of an orgasm which lasted for quite a while. It took her a few minutes to finally get her senses back and then she sat still, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She glanced down at Wilt's bobbing head and reached out to caress it. I was squirming and wriggling, arid it was plain that he just couldn't stop. He had already made me come twice and I didn't think he could do it again so quickly. Edie realized what must have happened and she giggled.
"I had no idea he was like that,' she said. 'I guess he just couldn't control himself. Poor boy. But he's going to have to learn. You aren't coming to live with us to feed him. Hell have to learn.'
"She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled on it until she lifted him right up off of my dick. He sat back on his heels and his face looked blank. He seemed actually drunk. Edie hauled off and slapped him in the face. His eyes blinked and he became alert again. Edie told him that he had been a naughty boy and she was going to punish him very severely but not right away.
"She slid down into my lap and her hips slid forward. She presented her overworked twat for his attention, and when she told him to eat her, he did it. He was enthusiastic about doing that, too, and Edie started writhing and squealing in a hurry. Then she was-coming all over again and she lifted my hands and put them over her breastsshe didn't need to tell me to knead them and hurt them. I gave them a real going over and she began gasping and yelping and she just leaned back against me and gave herself up completely to the wonderful pleasures that Wilt was giving her. She lasted for a long time and by the tame she finally got her rocks off, I was sitting there with another hard-on.
"She pushed Wilt away from her and he sprawled on the floor and looked at us with a stupid expression on his face. He was wearing a silly grin, too, and he apparently had enjoyed himself very much.
"Edie made us all move over then and we got onto their king-sized bed. She saw the hard-on I had and she giggled when she saw that Wilt had one, too. She kissed me and then asked if I wouldn't like to suck Wilt's cock while she sucked mine. She knew that I had always enjoyed whatever she brought home and now I could get it direct. When she said that I began shivering. Wilt was sitting against the head-board, his hairless legs wide open and his genitals bulging with passions.
"Edie made me get up on my hands and knees and she laid on her back with her head beneath my legs and began tickling my dangling balls. Then I felt her mouth sliding upwards and absorbing my dick. When she started in on me with her expert tongue and hands, I lost whatever inhibitions I had. I went after Wilt's dick and I got my mouth down over it. As soon as I began to taste the honey pouring out of him, I went nuts, just as he had done, and I began using my hands and my tongue. I damned near died with exquisite pleasure as his dick started working and pumping out the honey.
"I learned what Edie had meant when she described the way his organs worked. He came a little and then he came again and just when there seemed to be no more, he started gushing and it was all most amazing. Unfortunately, I was too agitated by sensual excitement to be analytical. I simply enjoyed immensely the whole business and I realized that when he began coming, I did, too, so it was all very hectic for a while. When it was all over, the only one with any strength left was Edie. She insisted that I go down on her while she and Wilt began necking like high school kids. That little girl was always eager and always ready for more.
"We spent that first night taking turns using our mouths on each other and we finally exhausted ourselves to the point where sleep was all that was left for us. We all slept together in the big bed. Right where we were.
"Edie's hungry mouth nursing on my dick woke me in the morning. I sat up in the bed and Edie just moved right along with me. I got a cigarette lit and just let her go ahead and get what she was after. She didn't waste any time at all and after a while I had to put the cigarette down because I was shaking so damned much I could have set fire to the bed. Edie just kept working and working and when I started coming she really put on the pressure until I was sure she was going to suck my balls right out of my body. But she didn't and when she got it all, she lifted her head and sat back on her heels.
"She gave me a big grin and she said that Wilt was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for us. She had tapped him first and he was walking around with a sore dick because when she first woke up she was so hungry she just lost all control. She bent forward and gave me a sweet kiss. She plucked the cigarette out of my mouth, puffed on it and then put it back. She was in good spirits and very happy.
"Wilt served us all breakfast in bed. He had fixed bacon and eggs and toast and good strong coffee. There were several pills and vitamin capsules and Edie made us take them. She told us, smiling, that we were going to need them.
"She was sure right because that whole weekend became an orgy. When he was clearing away the breakfast tilings, Wilt told me, a bit bashfully, that he was very happy that I was going to live with them. That pleased Edie and we sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette. When Wilt came back to us, Edie insisted upon blowing us, one at a time, and when that was all over, she made Wilt eat her while I kissed her and made love to her pretty breasts.
"We took it slow and easy that first day. But no matter what we did, Edie just seemed to get hotter and hotter. One time, she insisted that I fuck her while she ate Wilt's dick, and then he had to screw her while she ate mine. Then Wilt had to eat her while she and I necked all over the place.
"Along about noontime, Edie decided that she was going to punish Wilt for stealing her honey the night before and she got out a whole collection of whips and a remarkably life-like dildo. She grinned at my surprised look and told me that Wilt had gotten it all for her. She really beat hell out of him, whipping his ass just like he was a horse. But that wasn't enough for her. She strapped on the dildo and then she screwed him savagely and brutally and he loved every second of it. She had a rubber on his dick so she did not care how many times he came while she was abusing him.
"Then she decided that I was going to whip him while he ate her. She said that would really turn her inside out and it did. I got a big charge out of using the whips on Wilt and I had no restraint, after seeing what the whips did for him. She made me use the whips on his genitals and I hated to do it. She kept telling me to hit him harder or she would give it to me, so I damned near emasculated him but it was all pure heaven to him. When he was finally exhausted and she was too, she slid down and captured his cock with her mouth, rubber and all, and I guess she had a feast.
"There is no doubt about it, Edie is thoroughly depraved, but living with her is a hell of a lot of fun. That same afternoon she made me blow Wilt while she screwed me with the dildo and I have to admit I liked that, and getting screwed by her popped me several times. We had a wild and woolly time that whole weekend, "That first weekend was a long time ago and we are all older now. I still live with Edie and Wilt and we play our games. We have no reservations with each other and Edie is absolute boss. We do exactly what she tells us to do and while it might seem that our primary purpose in life is to keep her well-fed, we manage to have a lot of fun, too.
"Edie has used the whips on me several times, too, but she only does it when she thinks I have to be punished, because that sort of thing doesn't do much for me. Wilt, of course, thrives on it and he is always trying to provoke Edie or me into whipping him. But I find that I like doing it. For some crazy reason, whipping Wilt gets me hot as hell and sometimes I will come just using the whips, without anybody even touching me.
"The point is that my life with Edie and her husband is a very happy one and we all feel that what we do is really nobody's business but our own. And I don't think that anybody really cares. Except us.
"I don't think that I will ever marry because I don't think that I could ever match the thrills I get with Wilt and Edie and I just don't think that marriage is for me. I've talked to Edie about me getting a girl but she frowns on that idea. She doesn't want to share her studs and I don't blame her. When I suggested that maybe I could get me a girl who would like to join us she got sore. She just doesn't feel that she wants to try the Les stuff so we don't need a girl. Edie says that she is girl enough for both of us and I guess that she is.
"Hell, I know that she is. One like Edie is enough for anybody's lifetime."
CHAPTER THREE
Two Of A Kind
The continuation of an incestuous relationship is often extended when a Lesbian affair develops between two sisters who perpetuate their activities for most of their adult lives. As has been stressed repeatedly, the character of incestual love is strengthened and exploited by the fact that each of the participants are aware that neither of them are going to do any talking in the wrong places and that their activities and relationship can prosper in a climate of absolute trust.
Yet, here again, as is true in so many instances of incest,, one party will become the stronger of the two and very often the stronger one will amplify simple dominance to the attitudes of abuse and downright subjugation. While this would appear to be rather odd, extensive investigation into such cases tends to show that the sado-masochistic relationship not only begins in such an atmosphere, but actually grows, often to quite startling proportions, fostered and encouraged by both individuals.
Whether such a relationship is an extension of one sister's domination over the other in all areas before the relationship begins or not, is never very satisfactorily established. Too, for most people to accept the idea that one girl can actually glory in being abused and subjugated by her sister, is not possible.
The psychologists and others who deal with such relationships on a professional level encounter this pattern with monotonous frequency and their explanations are many and varied. The sexual exploitation of one sister by another is, too often these days, the classic pattern. The psychological explanations of why one girl can achieve extreme erotic joy and ecstasies by abusing her sister are involved and complicated, and when it is attempted to explain how and why the sister so abused can thrive and achieve enormous erotic pleasures from being the target for such abuses is even more complicated. But that such relationships do exist and in greater numbers than might be supposed has been pretty well established.
Sue M, is twenty-two, a deeply sensitive brunette with a fine figure, a sweet smile and an exceptionally pretty face. She is very intelligent and possessed of a good mind and she earns a living as assistant to an interior decorator. She is the product of an incestuous relationship that developed between herself and her sister, Paula, who is three years older.
The two girls grew up on a farm in the midwest and Sue says that her sister Paula, who is a stunning blonde, always dominated her parents and herself. The parents were the doting type and adored their pretty daughters. Their father was always working on the land and their mother was often away for long stretches of time, because she worked as a real estate saleslady in order to augment the family income. This permitted the daughters to be alone much of the time.
"The trouble started when I was thirteen," Sue reports, attempting to explain the details of her existence, at present, and how her life developed as it has. "Paula was always bossy and she was always on my back about something. I loved her because she was so pretty and I wanted her to like me. When I was thirteen I was fully developed and I knew that I had nice breasts from the way that the boys were always staring at me there. Paula knew that I had nice breasts and it used to get her sore. I don't know why because she has always been built nicely there, too.
"But I tried to avoid competing with her, because after all, she was sixteen and I was only thirteen, and there really wasn't much competition. But one day she brought a boy home from school with her. His name was Roy and she was all excited about arousing his interest because he was one of the most popular boys in her school. Well, Roy met me and he just wanted to talk to me and he stopped paying attention to her and that got her angry.
"I went into my bedroom and she came in and she was angry. She told me to get lost and if I didn't, and she couldn't make it with Roy, she was going to lay me across her knees and wallop my tail till I couldn't sit down. She was just mean enough and rotten enough to do it, so when I went back to the living room again, I just excused myself and went out into the back yard. We had swings there and I sat down and started swinging. Roy came out and joined me, and Paula followed him outside. I could see that she was seething.
"Roy spent all of his time with me and he really liked me, and I knew that Paula was furious. When Roy finally had to leave and I went back into the house I knew that I was going to have trouble with Paula. She was in her bedroom, well, it was my bedroom, too, but she always said it was hers. When I went into our room, she was standing in front of the mirror combing her light blonde hair. She must have been doing it for a long time because her hair was shining. She turned to face me and the fury that was in her frightened me. I knew that we were going to have a fight and I knew that I was going to lose it. There was no one home but us and Paula was stronger than I and meaner.
"You dirty little bitch,' she said.
"I started to cry. I couldn't help it. Paula started smiling but it was a cold smile, filled with fury and frustration. She glanced at the heavy hair brush she was holding in her hand and then she started for me. She grabbed my arm and she plopped down onto the bed and before I could get away from her she hit me squarely across my bottom with the hair brush and I cried out in sudden pain. She hit me again and I cried out again but it was not because of pain. She started flailing away at my bottom and I was sobbing but it was a strange thing, because what Paula was doing to me was very pleasant. Of course, I'd been masturbating for a long time and I couldn't understand how her blows with the hairbrush on my rump could make me feel like I was coming after a nice session of playing with myself, but that was the way it was.
"It seemed that the more Paula hit me the nicer it felt. My whole bottom was tingling and stinging and it was a beautiful, intense experience. I was exceptionally tumescent and filled with lovely sensual thrills, and I realized that I was experiencing sexual orgasms quite beyond anything that I had ever felt before.
"She kept on and on and the exquisite sensations between my legs kept on building and building toward an impossible crest of excruciating pleasure and then my whole sexual apparatus began pulsing and throbbing with an excess of rich sensual feelings and I began convulsing with the most amazing orgasms. My sobbing and trembling was simply because I was experiencing a sexual upheaval just too excruciating to endure. I realized that Paula had stopped with the hairbrush and I was still lying across her legs. My whole body was shaking like I had a chill and I was as limp as a wet noodle across her legs.
"Paula knew exactly what she had done to me. She began rubbing her hand around on my sore buttocks and she sort of shivered, too.
"Would you like me to spank you some more?' she asked me quietly.
"She knew that I was in no shape to discuss it. I just nodded my head, still enjoying the exquisite sensual thrills that were throbbing and surging in my crotch. She began fumbling with my dress and got my skirt up over my hips, then I felt her pulling my pants down. They were sticking to me everywhere because I had apparently expelled a lot of sexual fluids and when my bottom was bare I could feel the chill of the air touching me and then I didn't feel anything except the blessed and thrilling hurts of the hair brush. She kept hitting me and it got better and better and my hips were thrusting higher and higher in their eagerness for more and more of the vigorous touch of the hairbrush. My legs were far apart and I knew that my sexual organs were being exposed quite shamelessly but I couldn't control myself. My whole body was tingling like I was throbbing with electrical current and it was exceptionally sharp and enjoyable between my legs.
"I knew that I was building up to a monumental experience but I didn't know quite what it would be like, only that I ached with the need to reach it, to find the sweet, agonized release that was close at hand and getter closer all the time.
"Paula's hairbrush was striking the inner portion of my buttocks and then she accidentally hit my sex with the hairbrush and that did it. I could feel everything inside me bursting and tearing and my body was alive with exaggerated sensations of unimaginable pleasure and then I was shaking and convulsing and when she hit me again, I exploded like a busted balloon.
"I slid into a coma of raw, blissful sensations and nothing else was real to me, only the sensations. I guess it all became too much for me to stand and I sort of flaked out. Even though I wasn't quite conscious, I could still feel the lovely, pulsing anguish between my legs and that was all that I could feel. I think someone could have touched me with a red hot poker and I never would have known.
"When I came back to myself, I was lying on the floor and Paula was sitting in one of the chairs. She was smoking a cigarette and just staring at me, and she looked like she just couldn't believe what she was seeing. My sexual flesh was still having tiny little spasms and it was a very nice feeling. I looked up at Paula and I didn't know what to say. She gave me a nice warm smile and I began to feel better.
"How do you feel?' she asked.
"I tried to move and my whole midsection ached and throbbed with tiny twinges of pain. As I felt them, I had myself another little orgasm and it overwhelmed me so that I couldn't say anything.
"You really had yourself quite a time,' she said, 'I guess you know it, though.'
"I know it,' I said ruefully. I was just too wrung out to bother with lies, and Paula was too smart to kid anyway.
"I had no idea that you were like that,' Paula said. 'I really didn't.'
"I tried to sit up and the twinges began again and I came again. I hadn't known that I was anything like that either, but I remember that when I was much younger and my mother or my father spanked me I had enjoyed it somehow and when they stopped doing it, I was hurt and sorry that they wouldn't do it any more. Now I knew why I had felt that way.
"Paula stood up and she gave me a hand and helped me up onto my feet. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat and that bothered me.
"I think you've just had the most marvelous experience you have ever had in your whole life,' she said. 'But you will have to beg me if you want me to do it for you again.'
"I looked at her as though she was out of her mind, but her grin didn't change. She stared me right in the eyes and she explained things to me quite clearly.
"A girl can't go through something like that just once. I'm sure of that, so you will want it again and again and I will make you beg. I'll make you crawl to me on your knees and plead for it and you'll do it. You won't have any choice.'
"I stood there, hearing her and I was shaking. My pants were around my ankles and when I started to reach down .and pull them up I saw that the insides of my thighs were soaked and streaked with little rivers of fluid, and when I touched my pants I found that they were soaked. I slumped down onto the bed and I cried. Paula walked over to me and she hugged my head to her chest.
"It's all right, baby,' she said, soothingly. 'Paula will take care of your needs. Paula will always look after you and when you have to have it, I'll give it to you, but good.'
"That kind of talk sounded crazy to me, because she was acting like I was going to be dependent upon her from then on and I knew that that just wasn't so. I didn't answer her. Instead I went into the bathroom and got out of my clothes. I sat in a hot bath for a long time and every time I would move my hips I'd feel the twinges of pain and then an answering spasm of my loins. I put my hand between my legs and my sexual flesh was just too sensitive to touch. I tried to figure out what was wrong with me and why I should feel as I did and I couldn't make sense out of any of it. I sat in the bath-tub with my bottom on fire and I cried probably because I just didn't know anything else to do.
"Paula didn't say anything more to me about the experience that she had given me, but she was always watching me and she always wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile and I think that I began to hate her. I was busy going to school and for a few days I drove all thoughts of what had taken place out of my mind.
"But after the first few days I began thinking about it all, the deep, voluptuous orgasms, the exquisite warmths and thrills that had aroused and titillated every responsive nerve and muscle in my body. I knew that I was becoming bemused with recollections of exaggerated sensual Acosta's and I didn't want that to happen. I began masturbating furiously every chance that I got, hoping that effecting multiple releases would diminish the gnawing, aching yearning for another experience with the hairbrush. That was all that I could think about.
"It got so that I couldn't keep my mind on my work in school. All that I could think of was the beautiful sensations that the hair-brush gave me and I actually became ill with such intense preoccupations. Then I started trying to pick fights with Paula, hoping that I could get her angry enough to hit me, but she just wouldn't react as I wanted her to. She was filled with good-humored tolerance and she just wouldn't get mad. She was always wearing her superior smile and watching me with her big eyes twinkling and probing me all the time. And in spite of the fact that I was masturbating furiously all the time, I was just growing worse. The orgasms that I achieved with masturbation were like the touch of a feather against a terrible itch when what I needed was the clawing, tearing panacea of rough scratching.
"I lasted for two weeks and then I woke one Saturday morning and I knew that I was completely at Paula's mercy. I had spent half the night massaging and manipulating my clitoris and my sexual flesh and I hadn't really accomplished anything at all.
"When I got out of bed I found that I was trembling and my legs were weak. There was a gnawing ache in my stomach and it felt like a thousand ants were crawling around inside of my sexual organs and I knew that I was going to have to ask Paula to try to help me.
"She was in the kitchen, her golden head bowed over a book. She had a cup of coffee in front of her. She was wearing her robe and I had mine wrapped around me. It was only a little after nine in the morning. My father and mother were both gone for the day so I was sure that Paula and I could talk things over very quietly and I could explain to her about what was happening to me. That was idiotic thinking, of course. It was too much like the drunk explaining why he had to have a drink.
"Paula looked up at me and she smiled as I sat down with my coffee. She was examining my face rather intently and she was smiling.
"You look awful, honey,' she said. 'I guess you know, though.'
"She plucked a cigarette from her pack on the table and when I reached for one, my hand was shaking and she noticed. I wasn't supposed to be smoking but in the shape I was in that didn't bother me in the least. Paula grinned as I lit the cigarette and I was shaking even worse, probably unnerved by her steady stare.
"You know what you need, don't you?' she asked.
"I was just too upset to answer her. I started to cry and she watched the tears sliding down my face and then she reached out and patted my cheek gently. Her eyes had an odd expression in them but I was too upset to understand it.
"Ready to beg, yet, little sister?' she asked softly.
"Yes," I said.
"Paula's eyes glowed and her smile got bigger. She touched my cheek again with her palm and then she slapped me so hard that it knocked me right off of the chair. She was glaring at me, filled with a sudden, inexplicable viciousness.
"Get up,' she said coldly. 'Then come into the bedroom with me. You are going to get your pretty little ass walloped but not before you do a few nice things for me. Understand?'
"The tears were streaming down my face and I was shaking violently. I was filled with a sense of desolation, a sense of despair because I knew that no matter what she might want of me I would have to do it because I had to find peace. I had to have relief from the gnawing, pitiless sensual yearnings that were torturing my body and my mind. I realized that my lovely sister was quite depraved and would be difficult to please. And I knew too, that the blow she had given me had heightened my sexual excitement beyond control and I had been pushed too far to ever be right again without the fantastic panacea that her hairbrush could give me.
"She went into her bedroom and I got up and followed her. She Was seated in an arm chair in the bedroom, her legs under her and she told me to take my robe off. I did what she told me to do because I was in no shape to think or resist her. I had my pajamas on and she ordered me to take them off, too. I felt a prickling sensation crawling all over my skin and embarrassment flooded me like a fever. She smiled when I hesitated.
"You will learn very quickly to obey me promptly,' she said in a nasty tone. 'Either you do exactly as I say or you can blow a fuse-and I won't lift a hand to help you. Now do as I say or I'll smash you in the face again and you don't want it there. You want it where it does some good, don't you, dear?'
"I was shivering and shaking and I nodded. I got out of my pajamas and she beckoned me to come close to her. She reached up and put her hands on my breasts and they were stretched to the bursting pointy heavy with passion and the nipples were hard and hurting. She rolled one of my nipples in her thumb and forefinger and then she squeezed hard and I gasped as the quick pain lanced through my breast. The pain was a wave of extremely pleasant feeling that quickly culminated in my loins. A swift orgasm shook me horribly and a tiny rivulet of fluid ran down my leg. Paula watched and she laughed softly.
"You react beautifully, dear,' she said.
"She squeezed the other nipple and the same thing happened. It was a warm, delicious sensation and the orgasms were heavy and extremely sensual. She took her hands away and then told me to sit down on the bed with my legs wide open so that she could look at me.
"You have a tiny little cunt,' she said. 'I'm wondering if you are deformed. I want to look for myself.'
"I sat down as she told me to do and I held my legs wide open. She poked around there with her fingers and she shook her head as she told me that I had a little cunt, just like a baby's. The lips were so tiny it was pitiful. She slipped her finger inside and I began squirming and shifting around and she laughed at my quick, pulsing climaxes. She told me my little cunt might be very small but everything was working fine. She put her thumb against my clitoris and her nail dug into the sensitive flesh. I almost screamed in pure agony but instead I gushed and she gave me a couple of moments of intense sexual pleasure.
"She dropped to her knees in front of my seething sexual organs and then she was licking the insides of my thighs and her tongue was capturing the fluids there. She gave a soft little moan and then her mouth slid over my sexual organs and she began doing things to me with her tongue. I began coming in great, throbbing spasms that were almost as nice as the kind I had known when she used the hairbrush.
"I lost all reason and my body throbbed and pulsed as she sucked my sensitive flesh, snaking her tongue in and out of the tiny opening. When I was sure that I was going to faint from the delicious sensations, she slid her tongue upwards and began flicking it back and forth across my clit and I erupted into the damndest orgasm you could imagine. It felt like everything was being sucked out of me and the fluids were running in me like water.
"Her mouth was never still a moment and the raw, sweet thrills that were leaping and running in my sexual flesh became too much to bear and something happened in my head and I just couldn't move. I laid there like a rag doll and Paula used her tongue and her mouth to drain my body cruelly. She sent me into one monstrous orgasm after another and it felt like she waited until I was in the throes of a sexual spasm to exert enormous pressures with her mouth and then she sucked everything out of me. It didn't take too much of that to make me pass out and I finally did.
"When I came to again she was on the bed with me and she was wiping my forehead with a wet rag. It felt cold. The rest of my body felt like it was raging with fever and the fever was highest between my legs. Instead of calming me down, the things that Paula had done to me had only increased my passions. She saw that I was awake and she smiled down at me.
"You'll have to learn how to bear sensations,' she said. 'There isn't any fun in it if you pass out.'
"Paula was only sixteen and it occurred to me that she knew a lot for a girl her age but I was in no condition to discuss it. She made me sit up and smoke a cigarette with her. Then she asked me if I had liked what she did to me. I nodded, miserably, and she laughed softly.
"You're going to do it for me,' she said.
'You'll probably be lousy but you'll learn quick. You will if you want to get your kicks and if I know what I think I know, you've got to get them.'
"She laid back against the pillows and she was nude under her robe. She opened her legs and I saw her sex. The pale pink lips were sticky with a thick white glue and, as she spread her legs wider, I could see the lips parting stickily. She told me to put my mouth over her hot box and start sucking it. She would tell me just what to do as we went along. I looked at her beseechingly, hoping that she wouldn't make me do that to her, but she meant it. She grasped my head and thrust it into her crotch and the heady fragrance of her sexual loins cloyed in my nostrils. Then a new wave of sensuality struck me and I loved the odor and when I tasted the sweetness that was between her legs, I loved that, too.
"It seems strange to say, but once I tasted the sweetness of Paula's sexual flesh, I lost my head and went kind of crazy. There was a wild exhilaration coursing through my body and the thrills that were shaking me so cruelly did things to my sexual flesh, too. Every time Paula would come, my own glands would respond just like they were part of her body. It's hard to explain but that was the way it was. I made ardent love to Paula for hours and only stopped when she made me stop.
"I had shaken her badly and she was a long time straightening herself out and she made me wait for a long time before she had the strength to use the hairbrush on me. When she did, she seemed to know just what I needed and she was brutally effective. She drove me into a sensual frenzy that lasted for hours and when I finally made it, she let me alone and allowed my glands and my body to accomplish what they had to do.
"After that first day, I knew what my life was going to be like, but I didn't mind. I couldn't really object. Paula was always demanding and she was cruel and she gloried in the knowledge that I would have to obey her every wish.
"As we grew older, she became meaner and seemed to enjoy making me do things that were downright humiliating. She knew that it distressed me when she would use vulgar words but she did it all the time. After a while I did it too. It just didn't matter. She seemed to know all about girls who were submissive and masochistic in nature and she persuaded me that she was my only hope for peace of mind. She convinced me too that if I wasn't attended to properly, I could easily lose my mind.
"One time she made me go for three whole weeks and I got into a state where all that I could think about was the blessed relief that she could give me. She knew that the longer I went without a beating, the worse I would get and it got so that I couldn't talk, or think or coordinate and I was sure that I was going insane. She told me that I was an atom bomb and about to explode. She made me believe her too, and after that I was no more trouble to her. No matter what she asked me to do, I did it without protest.
"She began dating, or probably I should say that she began going to bed with men when she was about eighteen and there were many nights when she would come home to me and make me suck her cunt and after it was all over she would tell me that I had just finished eating Joey, or Eddie or Charlie. I didn't mind. As a matter-of-fact I became so depraved I enjoyed those times best of all. But I never let her know it.
"When she was twenty, she met Paul. He was a nice guy, a former football player and he was very handsome. He had lots of money, too, and a very good job. She went with him for a long time and one night she told me that she and Paul were going to get married. She took one look at my terrified face and burst out laughing.
"You won't need to worry,' she said. 'I will always take care of you. Always. So don't you worry about anything.'
"I didn't worry after that. I was her bridesmaid and it was a beautiful wedding. She had given me a really wild whipping the day before so I didn't miss her too much while she was away on her honeymoon. When she got back, she and Paul settled down in a nice little house that they had rented.
"When I visited her, she told me that she and her brand new husband had had a wonderful time on their honeymoon. Sex, sex, and nothing but sex. In spite of that, she made me take off my things and get up on her bed. Then she went down on me and nearly killed me with her hunger. Of course, I had to do her, too, but I loved doing that for her and I guess she was aware of it.
"I visited with her a lot and after a while it became obvious that Paul liked me very much and I think that that annoyed Paula. It got so bad that one day she lashed out at Paul and she told him that she knew that he liked me. He just listened to her, his face red.
"You like her so goddamned much,' Paula snarled at him, 'one of these days I'll give her to you for a present. Then let's see what you do. Until I do, you keep your eyes off of her and your hands, too.'
"Poor Paul looked awful. She was standing in the living room, her hands on her hips and her face was white with anger. Paul just turned away from her. He started to walk out of the house and she told him to get himself right back where he was. Or did she have to deal with him, too? He turned around and returned to her and she got that maddening smile on her face and she told him to go out into the kitchen and make himself useful. He did it without saying a word.
"I went home right after that but I couldn't help wondering what kind of a hold she had on him to make him so obedient. I decided that I wouldn't see as much of them after that. I would only visit Paula during the daytime when her husband would not be home. And that's the way I worked it out.
"Things were not too pleasant at home those days. My mother was asking my father for a divorce. She had met a man she wanted while she was running around on her real estate deals and she finally moved out and started proceedings. I was working so it didn't bother me too much. But a few weeks later, Paula suggested that I come and live with them. That way she would have me always close at hand and we would be company for each other. She made me stay for supper that night and she told Paul what she had asked me and he liked the idea. By the time I left them that night it was decided that I would move. A few days later Paul helped me and I took the spare room.
"Once T was under her thumb, Paula became even meaner and rottener. She developed the habit of making Paul have sex with her before he went off to work in the morning and once he was gone I would have to bring her breakfast to her in bed and then suck her for hours. She would taunt me about eating Paul's loads but I didn't mind because I loved it. I think I loved him and knowing that I was tasting his strength and his love juices pleased me.
"It didn't take Paula long to turn me into a household drudge. She and Paul were fighting a lot and one night I heard her telling him that if he didn't behave himself and do exactly as she wanted him to do, she would turn him into the cops and he would go away for the rest of his life. There wasn't one more word out of him after she said that. It took me a long time to find out what that was all about but I finally did learn. During his football years Paul had done quite a bit of drinking and one night he had hit a man and kept right on going. The man died and the hit-run driver had never been found. Paula had found a clipping in his bureau drawer and she very quickly made him admit that he had been the driver. After that, he was at her mercy. So she had us both under her thumb and she finally put her perverted mind to work figuring out how to use us.
"She told Paul all about me, what I was like and what she had to do for me, and I sat there, my face flaming, my skin crawling with shame and embarrassment. She laughed at my discomfort.
"Don't you feel badly, little sister,' she said, smiling. 'Let me tell you about my big, handsome husband. He has a beautiful cock and a fine set of balls, but it doesn't do me any good. He shoves it into me and before he can even wiggle, he comes. And it doesn't matter how many times he tries, that's the way he is. So, I've been thinking things over and I've decided that we are all going to play together.
Maybe you can slow my handsome husband down a bit. Maybe I can get to enjoy both of you at the same time. I'm going to try it.'
"Paul just stared at her. I couldn't face either of them. I was dying with embarrassment, and I'm sure that he was, too. Paula spoke to him rather sharply.
"You got any objections, husband mine?' she demanded. He did not answer her for a moment and then I heard the sound of her hand striking his face and he grunted. She asked him again if he had any objections and he just shook his head. She snapped at both of us and we got up and followed her inside the house. She led us into her bedroom and she told me to take my clothes off. She wanted Paul to see what a beautiful body I had, before she whipped me into the lovely sexual frenzy I liked so much. Then she told him to get undressed too, and he began obeying her. I think he was afraid of her. "It was silly I guess, but when I was naked, I kept glancing at him and he kept glancing at me. He was built quite large and he had an erection and I liked looking at him. Paula told him to sit down and then she told him that I had been eating him for a long time, right after he went to work. She wanted to see if her little sister could suck him dry and maybe his damned cock would stay hard long enough for her to get some use out of it.
"When she told me to suck him off, I didn't argue. We were all behaving like manikins and I was functioning in a daze. Paul sat down when she made him and as soon as I touched his throbbing sexual organ I knew that I was going to enjoy doing what she was making me do. I slid my mouth down over his feverish organ and as soon as I did, he came. His whole body shook and he couldn't help himself.
"Paula knew what happened and she made me continue with it. I just kept stimulating his flesh and very shortly, he came again. He did seem to be exceptionally sensitive but I couldn't help myself. I had become deeply affected by what I was doing and I was experiencing lots of wonderful climaxes and my thighs were wet and slippery because of the immense thrill I was getting from sucking him.
"My head was moving slowly up and down the length of his throbbing organ and each time I would lift my mouth out to its tip and my tongue stroked its throat a lovely little puddle of his juice would fill my mouth and I was very happy, knowing that I was tasting his very strength, the riches of his body. His hand was caressing my hair. His palm was curved to fit the contour of my head and I could feel his touch and I knew that he liked what I was doing to him. That was all that I cared about at the moment.
"He was slumped down in the chair and I could feel his loins writhing and seething in my hands. As I continued my efforts he began to shiver and shake and then a violent eruption arose from his loins as a torrent of his sweetest nectar poured from him. The violence of his orgasm touched me and I reacted in the very same way. My whole body was quaking and twitching and I could feel the juices of my own passion trickling from within my body and the severity of my orgasm shook me so violently that it took some time before I realized that I was hurting Paul terribly. Paula had to lift my head up by the hair and when she did, I saw that Paul's abused organ was as red as blood and the force of my suction had emptied his loins completely.
"Paula smiled at us as she pushed me aside. She grasped his over-sensitive organ and her rough handling of it hurt him and he winced. He was gasping and shivering from the effects of his sexual explosion and Paula knew it. She took his hand and she pulled him erect. His handsome face was twisted into an expression of sheer anguish as she pushed him down onto the bed and he sprawled on his back, his massive chest heaving and struggling for air.
"Paula sat down in the chair and her hips were naked. She had removed her skirt. She ordered me to eat her and I could see right away that she had enjoyed watching me take care of Paul. She had the fruits of many orgasms between her legs and I didn't mind. I was already dazed with exaggerated lusts and I spent a long time using my mouth and tongue between her legs, feasting on the excessive moisture that filtered from her overwrought glands. I was suddenly captured by a sensation of extreme evil and I feasted upon her flesh like an animal. I had no control, no reason, only the awful agony of a hunger too great to appease.
"Paula was writhing and shuddering in orgasms that all but tore her apart and she was unable to stop me, or to affect me in any way. Sensations Irippled and crested in my loins and my brain and I was omnivorous, insatiable. She had her knees up, her heels resting on the edge of the chair and somehow, my finger touched her anal opening and the swift, shuddering reaction to my touch alerted my senses to another means of forcing her body to reward my lingual efforts.
"It ended finally, when sensation and passion died in her and she pushed me down onto the floor. She was a wreck, pushed far beyond what one could stand and it was a long time before she could find the strength to get out of the chair.
"Paul was still lying on the bed, and when I crawled between his legs, he gave me a weak smile. As my mouth began assaulting his abused flesh, he became erect and once again I began my expert manipulations with his lovely loins. I guess I was a bit harsh with him because he came very promptly but that was only the beginning. He was a big man with a big man's glands and his supply of nectar seemed inexhaustible. I was frenzied, virtually out of my head with greed and it seemed to me that he was feeding his strength to me, lovingly, willingly and I ached with the desire for more and more and always more.
"The sting of the lash across my naked bottom did little to affect my efforts. I became aware of the heat growing and burning in my loins as Paula began giving me the sort of treatment I needed so desperately. I could hear the crack of the leather each time it touched my flesh and that was all that I was aware of, except for the glowing, burning sensations that were in my loins, pushing me closer and closer to madness. I could feel the harsh leather between my thighs, curling and stinging and then a vicious stroke touched the hidden springs and balances of my sex and I began the massive convulsions that would relieve me of tensions and fill my body with incredible ecstasies for a long time to come. There was a long time while I was conscious of nothing but the exquisite sensations that filled my body as orgasm after orgasm occurred and offered a bit more of heavenly release.
"In time, I became aware again and I saw that Paula was astride her husband's hips and his noble sexual organ was buried deep inside her body. She was experiencing an Acosta's almost as intense as my own and I was quite pleased that her husband was well able to satisfy her needs.
"A moment later they rolled over and I watched as his huge rod plunged in and out of her flowing cavity and she was fighting him, wrestling him, her nails deep in the flesh of his shoulders, her heels digging into his rump while her hips rode free and matched his every thrust. I was watching when the fierce convulsions began in them and I could see that Paula was coming with a massive orgasm and then Paul was too, and the fruits of his loins overflowed and slid down between her buttocks and dripped onto the bed. They clung together, shuddering and locked in a spasmed pose, her hips thrusting against his loins with desperate need and in a few moments, the shuddering waves of reaction subsided and they slowly relaxed and melted into a mass of exhausted flesh.
"I sat up and looked at them. I found a cigarette and lit it. They lay locked together for a long time. Paula was caressing his head and her lips were kissing him hotly, and it was apparent that she was humbly grateful to him for the splendid experience she had known. They started necking like high school kids for a while and then Paula moved slightly and Paul's shriveled organ slipped out of her body. He rolled over onto his back and his face took on the lines of total exhaustion.
"Paula had not had enough. She looked at me and she told me what she wanted me to do and it took me a long time to dispose of the fruits of their union and the subsidiary passions that my clinging mouth and excited tongue induced.
"That was a very exhausting day because Paula began using her mouth to arouse Paul and when he had achieved erection, she told him to screw me. Because we liked each other so much, that turned out to be a beautiful experience. And when my frenzy finally released Paul, Paula glued her mouth to my most delicate flesh and she forced me into a brand new time of exceptional pleasures.
"I wish I could say that Paul's habit of quick ejaculation cleared up but it didn't. But we did learn that several orgasms accomplished by oral lovemaking would reduce him to a level where he could function normally and with two girls eager always to keep him sucked dry, he was in no position to complain.
"We still live together and we enjoy each other's persons with utter candor and hearty appetites. While it was Paula's meanness that instigated such a life for all of us, it has turned out beautifully. We are very happy living together and, in spite of what one might suppose, there are many tight little families such as ours and the opportunities for unlimited enjoyment are always present.
"I have never changed and Paula must beat me occasionally, but she knows just when to do it. Paul likes to watch as she uses the whips and straps with great cunning all over my person. He has often tried to do it for me, but he is never able to whip me as harshly as I require. So he lets Paula do it and he just enjoys watching.
"Sometimes I will suck him while Paula is administering the initial stages of my punishment, but there comes a time when they have to take it away from me because I hurt him with my excessive passions and I really don't want to do that.
"Both Paula and I have learned the amazing pleasures of sodomy because Paul has often done that to each of us and the delirious sensuality that we enjoy then is quite beyond description.
"We have no reservations with each other and we indulge each other shamelessly. 'very often, if Paula is in a good mood, she will let Paul give me his organ to nurse on and I often fall asleep with it still in my mouth. Ours has become a most pleasant way of life and we are all happy now that Paula decided that we could all live together in real harmony."
CHAPTER FOUR
Boys Will Be Boys
Somewhere in the distant past someone once said that incest like politics, makes strange bedfellows. This can be extended to suggest that the very nature of incest is rather strange to begin with. Probably because this is a climate where inhibitions and restraints need not prevail, the participants frequently become victimized because of their own activities. There are many cases of incest where either or both partners married others and found themselves quite incapable of performing as they had hoped to. Impotence is often a by-product of an incestuous relationship and many of those who contemplate such conditions with a view toward helping often have to realize that the voluptuous sensations and thrills of uninhibited sex make a more restricted sex life unpalatable and tame by comparison.
Too, the elements of compulsion, abuse, corporal punishment and pain, often a part of the incestuous relationship, develop strong and irresistible appetites that must be dealt with if the human being is to function sexually at all.
Lesbian relationships that develop between sisters can often furnish the ultimate in sexual pleasures, joys and thrills that cannot be matched with other partners and thus a return to the incestuous affair is sometimes inevitable.
Homosexual relationships that develop between brothers can often provide unlimited sensual pleasures for both, to the point where sex with other partners of either sex is not possible or desired. Again it must be emphasized that the very nature of the incestuous affair is one of relative safety and complete freedom with the partner. 'very often a homosexual affair develops to the point of extreme pleasures and desired acts can preclude any possibility of a normal marriage or the desire for such a state.
Again, as stated previously, when two brothers or sisters begin an incestuous relationship, it seems inevitable that one will dominate, that one will often abuse the other, or force indignities upon the weaker of the two. In the following case history this element of behavior is always present.
Phillip B. is now twenty-six and resides in a large city. He grew up on a farm and he and his brother Don were the only children. The parents were usually quite busy with a work load that was really more than they could handle, so the boys were left alone much of the time.
"Don is two years younger than I am, but he was always kind of telling me what to do. I was bigger and stronger and that seemed to bother him a lot, so when he would get mad about something I would really catch hell. He learned how to box and when he was fourteen and I was sixteen we got into a fight and he gave me a bad beating. From then on, I sort of did like he said.
"He used to tease me a lot about jerking off, because he was doing it and he was sure that I was, too. One day in the barn he bet me that he could shoot before I could. When I didn't want to prove it he got so nasty and mean that I finally agreed that I would beat him and so he hauled out his dick and I hauled out mine.
"Just talking about it had gotten me excited and I had a hard-on-I really had a big cock.
When he pulled out his little old nubbin and we started jacking off, he kept looking at my beauty and he seemed to be sore. At his age, he couldn't really throw much juice and I got excited and shot a big load all over a bale of hay. He just stared at it and at me. He was jerking madly and finally he threw some juice but nothing like what I had done.
"He was really sore because my dick was bigger than his and it wasn't my fault. I was bigger than he was and he was younger, too. I tried to explain it to him, but he didn't seem to understand. He reached out and put his hand around it. He felt it and then he pulled the foreskin back and stared at the head of it. He started jerking me off again and I told him he better quit. He said he wanted to see it shoot. He wanted to make it work himself. I said all right, let me sit down. So I sat down and he never once let go of it. I leaned back and he kept on jacking and pretty soon I pumped a load and he watched it spurt out. He just couldn't stop staring at it.
"He had his own cock put away then and he just kept on fondling my sexual parts. I liked it, there's no doubt about that. I liked it real fine.
"We kind of got into the habit of spending a lot of time in the barn and Don was always wanting to play with my dong and I was quite willing to let him. It wasn't any time at all until he was jerking me off while I was doing the same thing to him. He liked to lay back and open his legs with his pants down and let me play with him for hours. We'd do that until I'd get to the point where my balls were just bursting and then he'd jack me and I'd pop all over the place in a hurry.
"As I said, Don was always smarter than me and he was always calling me stupid and I figured that he was probably right. He was always telling me things about cocks that guys were supposed to have told him in school. One afternoon when we were in the barn and there wasn't a damned soul home, he was laying back and making me play with him and he told me that some of the fellows had told him that getting your cock sucked helped to make it bigger. He asked me if I didn't want him to have a bigger cock and wouldn't I help him. I didn't really want to do that, but he told me that if I would suck him he would do it to me, because the fellows had also told him that sucking a cock and feeding on the juices just loaded up a guy with hormones and things like that and a fellow could increase the size of his cock if he just did the things that he was supposed to do.
"Well, to make a long story short, he persuaded me to suck his cock and it was funny but once I got his dick in my mouth and I started tasting the stuff that came out of it I kind of went screwy.
"It's hard to explain but I just got so worked up I couldn't think straight or anything. I was sucking him so hard he said I was hurting him and even when he said that it didn't bother me. His cock was silky and slippery in my mouth and his juices were running like sap in a sugar maple tree and I was grunting like a dog as I kept on sucking trying to get everything I could out of him.
"All of a sudden his whole body began shaking and his cock started throbbing and then it started spilling out his juices. I didn't know what else to do because he was telling me to suck hard, real hard and by the time it was over I was spurting in my pants, coming like I would never stop shooting and then I just shook and sobbed. It was a real experience. I was crying when he finally made me stop. He was shaking too, and his cock was all raw and red and he said I had done it just fine.
"He said that he would do me nicely too, because I had been so good with him, but when he reached for my fly I explained to him what had happened and he just sat there, looking at me. He called me a stupid son of a bitch, and then he made me take my cock out anyway and the next thing I knew he had it in his mouth and he was really giving me a going over. I just couldn't help myself, I shot all over again and he got himself lots of hormones. He was a greedy little bastard and he just wouldn't give it up. He said he had never done anything in his whole life that gave him so much fun, and he was ready again for me to suck him some more.
"Don and I used to sleep in the same bed and it got so that we would lock our door when we went to bed and he would suck my cock while I was sucking his. We went to bed and sucked each other every night. And he seemed to be right. His cock seemed to be growing real fine. Of course, he was getting older and growing up but we just figured that it was all the sucking that was doing it. He figured that the more juice he could suck out of me the better, so he was always at me.
"One Saturday we were home all alone and he decided that he was going to try out his big cock and screw me. Naturally, with all the fooling around we were doing, we had discovered that sticking a finger in the other guy's asshole would make him come quicker and there would be lots more honey, too, so it was just a question of time before we tried sticking a cock into each other's butt.
"When Don said he was going to fuck me it got me so excited I almost came just thinking about it. He got the petroleum jelly out of the bathroom and used it. When he tried putting it into me it hurt like hell at first and then it was wonderful. It got to feeling so good that I popped all over the floor and a little later, when he was getting ready to come, he reached around my hips and began jacking me off. When he came in me, I came all over the floor again. Afterwards, he figured that if it gave me so much fun, it would be good for him, too, so he insisted that I do it to him and he popped a few times too. Prom then, we did that every time we got the chance. That was the way that we grew up.
"But Don never did grow a cock as big as mine and he sort of took it out on me. One day he got sore and he used a horsewhip on me in the barn. I had my pants down because we'd been playing and he got sore because I wouldn't let him blow me any more right then. He flew into a rage and said he wasn't going to have a stupid jerk like me telling him what he could do and what he couldn't do and if he had to, he'd beat me senseless and keep right on doing it until I got to know who was boss. He jumped up and grabbed the horsewhip and before I could protect myself he hauled off and hit me with it.
"He was like a madman. His face was all twisted up and his eyes looked crazy. He hit me across the hips and then the next time he swung the tip of the whip struck me squarely across my privates and the sensation was crazy. Once I had touched a bare wire and because we made our own current, it was 220 direct. I couldn't let go and I just stood there shaking while the heavy current rippled through my body and shook everything in me to pieces. Don saw what was happening and he shut off the power, but when he hit me with the whip, it felt just the same way in my privates and it was nice, oh, Lord, was it ever nice.
"He hit me again and again and he was careless about where he struck. He stung my cock and my balls and I started spilling all over the ground. When he saw that, he stopped with the whip and his face changed. He put the whip down and came over to me. He put his hands on my privates and started rubbing me there. Then he knelt down and sucked everything out of me while the electrical sensations just kept right on stimulating my privates. When it was all over, we talked about it and he said that he was sorry but he was always flying off the handle, and I told him what the whips had done to me and we pondered that for quite a while.
"A few days later, when we were in the bam and I couldn't get it up again for him, he made me lay across a bale of hay while he stung my ass and my balls with the whip. That sure did tilings to me and he got all the honey that he wanted after that. Naturally he wanted me to try the whips on him, too, but it didn't do anything for him, except make him sore as hell. We finally figured that there was something wrong with me.
"Well, anyway, we kept on growing up and we had a lot of fun. We were always sucking each other, so life was very good for us. When he was about twenty, Don left home. He was working and so was I, but he wanted to live in the city. That was all right with me, because I would go into town and visit with him once in a while and we would have us a party.
"Don had found out about girls and he was running around and having himself a lot of fun. I got to meet some of his girl friends. They were always beautiful and crazy about him and I could never figure out why.
"Don was always bright in school and when he finished, he got himself a very good job. He began getting promotions and was doing real good, so I wasn't surprised when he told me one night that he was thinking of getting married. He said that while he got the most fun out of fooling around with me, he had discovered that girls were a lot of fun, too and he figured that he might make it if he found the right girl. The kind of position he held, he needed a wife, he said.
"Of course, that night I stayed in town with him and he sucked my cock most of the night while I was doing the same to him and I got to wondering if any girl could do that much for him. Maybe he knew what he was doing, but I didn't know. I didn't want to marry anyone. I was quite content with Don and the things that we did together. Once I got to thinking about him getting married I realized that we wouldn't be able to have fun together any more and that really bothered me. But for a long while with him it was just one girl after another and none of them were important in his life. I could see that, so we kept right on as usual.
"Then he met Cecile and he sort of changed after that. I met Cecile, too, and I liked her. I liked her very much. She seemed to be just right for Don. She was a brunette, rather short, but really stacked. She was very quiet, very shy and she was nuts about Don. He could do anything to her and it was all right with her. He wasn't too nice to her, he's snap her head off and one night he slapped her in the face just because she had gotten him angry. She sat quite still in her chair and the tears slid down her cheeks and her dark eyes were like glowing coals in her face. She didn't say anything and a few minutes later they left me in the nightclub and he took her home. A few days later he told me that he and Cecile were going to get married and I could come to the wedding.
"They had a fine wedding and then they bought a little house and began settling down together. I would see them once in a while when Cecile would call up and invite me to dinner, but Don and I never got together any more. She kept him home all the time and that left me all by myself.
"One night when I was having a few drinks in a gin mill, I met a nice guy. He told me that his name was Ernie and that he was a homosexual. He didn't make any bones about it. That was the way he was and he didn't mind. He enjoyed it. He was a brilliant sort of guy, very much like Don and when he asked me if he could come home with me and spend the night at my place, I knew what he meant. But by then I was so damned hungry for a cock I didn't waste any time agreeing.
"We hit it off right from the very beginning. Ernie had a nice big cock and a set of balls that just wouldn't quit. We spent the night exhausting each other and it was a wonderful night for me. By morning, we had it figured that Ernie would move in with me and we would split the rent. Ernie was an advanced homo. He had lots of friends, young boys who were just dying to spend the night and let somebody drain their bodies of the juices that they made faster than they could spend them.
"Ernie invited a couple of nice young boys to the apartment one night and we had ourselves a real nice time. And after we exhausted the boys we had each other so it all worked out just fine.
"About three months after Ernie and I started living together, his company transferred him to the L.A. area and he asked me to make the move with him. I could do as well on the coast and we could stay together. So that's what we did. Once we moved out here, Ernie started making connections and he invited a lovely couple to the house one night. The boy was young and good-looking and the girl was a gorgeous blonde with a stunning figure and soft, dark eyes. It turned out that the lovely girl was a homo in drag and it turned out to be a lousy evening. The guy all dolled up as a dame just sickened me I guess, and I finally threw them out. That got Ernie sore and the next morning he moved out and I have never seen him since. I've never missed him. He was sick, sort of.
"I had a good job, even better than what I had left and I was doing just fine. Then I got a letter from Cecile and Don. They were coming out here, too. Don was being transferred. It was a big promotion for him and they were very happy about it all.
"That letter made me feel so good, it was sinful. Just thinking about Don and all the fun we had had made my mouth water. I knew that somehow, I was going to seduce him if I had to, and we would have us a real party. Just the two of us.
"I picked Don and Cecile up at the airport on a Friday night and they took over the spare bedroom in my apartment. Don would have to report in to his company on Monday morning but they were going to spend the weekend looking for a place to rent or buy. Then the storage company that was holding their furniture would ship it and deliver it to the new house. I drove them around and they saw a house in the hills, one of those places that jut far out over a canyon and rest on cantilever arrangements. Cecile fell in love with the place and Don gave the real estate guy the down payment right away. That settled that. We went out to dinner together that evening and had ourselves a good steak.
"I thought that Cecile looked even prettier than I had remembered and while she was much more subdued and quieter, she looked to be very happy. It was plain that Don pushed her around and she was alert to his every whim, but she obviously adored him and she was always smiling, always happy. Our evening together was very happy.
"The following week, Don reported for work and got himself a car and Cecile began getting their new home in readiness for the arrival of their furniture. They arranged a quick escrow and took possession of the house that very week. That weekend their furniture arrived and they got themselves moved in.
"But one important thing happened during the week. I was alone in my place watching television, when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and Don was standing outside in the hall. He said that Cecile was at the new house working and he had come to see me. He was as hot as a firecracker and wanted us to have a party. I was as hot as he was and just as ready. We didn't do much talking. We went into the bedroom and got out of our clothes. Don stood looking at me and his cock was as soft as a rag. I went over to him and as soon as I put my hand on him he sprang erect and had a cock as hard as a rock. We fell onto the bed and then we were sucking each other off and that was just the beginning.
"He stayed until the wee small hours of the morning and when I asked him if Cecile wouldn't be worried he just shook his head. She had the car and she would go back to the hotel where they were staying till they moved into the new house. He seemed very happy and gay when he left me and he said that we would get together again very soon.
"I didn't see him for a long tune then because he and Cecile were busy setting up their house. When she was ready, she invited me for dinner. They had a charming home. Cecile told me that I should make myself welcome and visit whenever I felt like it.
"Once they were settled and comfortable in their new surroundings, Cecile went out and got herself a job. She was an excellent secretary and wanted to work. That was just fine with Don, because once in a while he would take the afternoon off and I would run in on my way home from work and we would have us a party. That got to be a habit with us.
"One afternoon, Don and I were on the bed, stark-naked, and he was blowing me and I was doing him and we heard a sound in the room and we broke apart and bounced up to face Cecile. She was standing just inside the doorway, her face as white as a sheet, her mouth wide-open, and her eyes filled with an unbelieving look. She took a step and then she just dropped into the nearest chair. She was holding her purse and just stared at us. Don sat and glared at her and he looked like he hated her.
"What the hell are you doing home?' he asked.
"She just looked at him. There were tears sliding down her cheeks and she looked miserable. He asked her again and she shook her head, trying to answer him.
"I had a headache,' she said, numbly. 'My boss sent me home.'
"Don was sitting up and so was I. I was shielding my parts so that she couldn't see them but she kept staring at me. The expression in her eyes changed and it seemed that she was liking me. She was liking me very much. A moment later, she smiled.
"I've known, of course,' she told Don. 'But, I didn't know that your brother was like that, too.'
"We've been at it for years,' Don told her quietly. 'Now you know.'
"Yes,' she said. 'Now I know.'
"Neither of them seemed to be too greatly upset about her walking in on us. Cecile's tears stopped and she just sat and looked at Don with a kind of questioning look. He smiled at her.
"You want a divorce?' he asked her.
"She shook her head slowly from side to side and his smile got even broader.
"I'll punish you,' he said. 'You know that.'
"I know,' she said. She was still gazing at him and her eyes were soft and warm and very gentle.
"It will be all right,' he said, 'you have always liked Phil, anyway. This way we all know what we're doing.'
"Cecile opened her purse and she took out cigarettes. She lit one and put the match in an ash tray beside her. Don looked at her and then at me and he gave a big sigh. He asked Cecile for a cigarette and she handed him the one she had just lit. She lit another one and she was smiling.
'-' 'Will you tell Phil about his dear brother, darling,' she said sweetly, 'or shall I tell him?'
"Don's face turned red and he looked down at the sheet on the bed. He told her that she might as well tell me. She slid out to the edge of her chair and her legs were long and lovely and she was serenely beautiful, the nice dark eyes warm and placid.
"I love Don very much, Phil,' she said. 'But he has some very serious problems. I'm afraid that you boys conditioned each other because shortly after our honeymoon, Don reached a state where he couldn't get an erection, no matter what I did to him. One night, he blamed me for his trouble and he beat me. And two very surprising things happened. He got an immediate erection and the beating he gave me also turned me on sexually and I enjoyed it all. You have no idea how thoroughly and satisfactorily I enjoyed it. Don has been whipping my body ever since, and he is helped by doing it. I have gotten to the point where I can enjoy unimaginable sexual thrills when he does it. That's the way we live, Phil.'
"I guess I'm a hopeless queer,' Don said, sadly.
"Cecile didn't think so. She said she thought that we had been playing games together for so long we just got used to that type of sex.
"Don was watching her and listening to her. I glanced at him and saw that he had an enormous hard-on, Cecile noticed, too, and she smiled at him, then at me. Looking at her, I realized that she was experiencing a time of strong sensual excitement. She was, in other words, so hot she was on fire. Don knew, I guess, because he just grinned at her and told her to come over to him. She crushed out her cigarette, then got up and walked over to the bed. He had his knees up and he just let them fall apart and his hard-on was trembling with rigidity. Cecile stared at it and she licked her lips and then he pulled her down onto the bed. Don got his fingers into her hair and he was hurting her.
"'Suck it, baby,'he said.
"She was on her hands and knees, her rump close to me and I could see the creamy white beauty of her thighs as her skirt hiked up. She was trembling and as Don's fingers hurt her, a thin line of juice ran down her leg and soaked her stocking at the knee. She said nothing, but a moment later her mouth was enveloping Don's stubby cock and she was making soft, whimpering sounds in her throat. He was squirming around and his face showed the extreme pleasure she was giving him.
"She's the best cocksucker I've ever found,' he said to me. 'But she likes to be hurt and made to do it. She'll do anything you can think up if you hurt her first and make her do it.'
"His face twisted into a tortured expression and I could see that he was coming and his hands were in her hair practically pulling it out by the roots. She was swallowing slowly, her tiny hands busy with his balls and the base of his dick and he kept talking to her, telling her to get it all, to keep sucking, harder and harder, always harder. Then he shut up and she began bobbing her head up and down again, slowly, until the backs of her thighs were streaked with new trickles and both of her knees were wet.
"I sat there with my balls and my dick hurting me and I wondered what was going to happen next. She was working on him with real frenzy and a big gasp escaped him and then a big sigh and I knew that he was coming all over again. I envied Cecile, and I think I hated her right then. After a while, he patted her head and she slid her mouth off of him. She straightened up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He put his hands around her waist and he kissed her. She was still overwrought and her eyes were out of focus but she smiled at him.
"It has never been that good,' she said, 'never.'
"I know, baby,' he said. 'Now turn around and see what a lovely cock Phil has. Suck him, too,.baby, and then I'll take care of you.'
"She didn't answer him. She twisted and then settled down on her knees in front of me. When she say my dick her eyes went wide and she looked ecstatic. She began handling me, her dainty little fingers molding and kneading my balls. She got one hand around the base of my prong and when her sweet little mouth slid down over the head of it, I began to feel sensations like I had never known before.
"She was moving her head up and down slowly, her tongue licking everywhere at once and it began to feel like I was touching a bare wire again and the electrical shocks were pounding in me over and over again. The sensations were just too intense and too beautiful to stand for long and she knew just when I was going to pop and just how to handle it. She slid her mouth upwards until she had the head of it under her tongue and she was sliding her tongue back and forth and exerting suction so strong that I felt the juice being dragged right out of my crotch.
"I damned near had a stroke as her tongue slid down and teased the front of my organ and then she was shuddering and whimpering again as a tremendous load poured out of me. She began sliding her mouth downward again, swallowing slowly as the gushing continued. Then she exerted exquisite skill in seeking another one. My toes were curled up into claws and I was shaking violently, aware that I had never known such intense sensations. At that moment I loved Don's pretty little wife with an ardor that was wonderful. Don was watching her, and he was smiling. He could see what she was doing to me and surprisingly, he was hard again.
"I've tried 'em all,' he said, 'But I've never known anyone could suck a cock like Cecile. She was born for it.'
"While he was speaking, I started coming again and I could not have answered him if my life depended upon it. The second time was even better and my loins were filled with excruciating sensations as she forced a tremendous load out of me. It was too much for her to handle and I could feel some of it dribbling down my rod and splashing onto her fingers. She battled to get it all and she did. When it was all over, she slowly eased her mouth up and then began licking my rod, salvaging every drop. When she finished, she licked her fingers, too and then she sat back on her legs. She was shaking and her eyes were soft and gentle and extremely happy. She gave me a drunken smile and her hand reached out to pat my balls as she smiled happily again.
"We took time out to have a smoke and Cecile sort of came back to herself. She just sat and ogled my sexual parts and it was very obvious that she liked what I had.
"Don started telling me about the way he was. He and Cecile had been all right at first and then be got into the habit of whipping her and that sort of made him potent for a while, but even that failed too. It got so that he just couldn't get a hard-on no matter what. He could go with a guy and have no trouble, but he just couldn't get it up with Cecile. She would lick him and suck him and even tongue his rear-end but still he couldn't get it up. She would wind up sucking a soft cock and make him come like that. He said she could make a dead man come, but that was the best they could manage. But with me there, he was suddenly as potent and as hard as a high school boy. He was downright grateful to me for that.
"Cecile didn't say much. She just kept staring at my crotch like she was staring at heaven and after a little of that I got another hard-on. She reached out and began jerking me off slowly and that got Don a little sore. He told her to let go of me and get out of her clothes so we would really have some fun.
"She obeyed him without a word. She slid off the bed and faced us as she began unbuttoning her blouse. She got that off and her tits were so damned beautiful it hurt to look at them. They were not too large, maybe like firm little beauties, sharply pointed and sticking straight out with tiny red nipples. She was watching me as she undressed and she seemed to like my reaction to her body.
"She dropped her skirt and slip and then was naked. There wasn't any hair on her crotch and her slit was tiny, just beginning at the base of her crotch. I found out later that she kept herself hairless there' because she had all sorts of wigs that she wore to excite Don. That way she could be convincing as a blonde, or a redhead, anything that he wanted. She turned away from us to place her clothes on a chair and she had a plump, tight bottom that jiggled slightly as she walked. She kicked off her shoes, then she came back to us on the bed, wearing a big, dreamy smile.
"Don told her to be nice to me. He wanted to watch. She laid her Body down on my chest and I could feel her titties touching me. She started in necking with me. She was really hot and her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth. Don's fingers handled my cock and as she opened her legs and slid herself down, he guided my dick into her slippery little hole. She did something with her hips and swallowed it up. She swayed and I sensed what she wanted. I rolled over and she clung to me tightly, her mouth glued to mine, her hips thrusting tightly against my groin so that she could feel every inch of my dick inside of her. She was shivering and her heels dug into my back.
"We were in motion, moving slowly and I could feel the wet slipperiness of her thighs against my skin and the tightness of her cunt. She was as tight as Don's asshole but lots slipperier. Her hips were thinking up against me each time I plunged into her and she was whistling and gasping for breath. There was exquisite pleasure in her and unbelievable passions.
"We began shoving against each other as frenzy mounted in each of us and it went on for a long time. I could feel Don's fingers playing with my balls and then she was suddenly wild, her little ass was off of the bed, thrusting up at me and then moving up and down in a quick, convulsive vibrations. Her words were loud against my mouth. 'Oh, dear God,' she whimpered, I'm coming. Oh, God, am I coming!'
"That was it for me, too. She used her little hips to jerk me off and suddenly the stuff was pouring out of me and I was shaking violently, torn and ruptured by a new and beautiful sensation. Every nerve in my body screamed in torment and her mouth opened and tried to swallow mine. Her tongue was flickering inside of my mouth and she was gasping and sucking the air right out of my throat. Her mouth closed down over my tongue and she sucked it as though it was my dick and our bodies sagged against the bed as the last of it coursed through our bodies. There was a long while when we couldn't move. She was kissing me sweetly, wetly, and my dick was still buried deep inside her honey pot. I was lying on top of her, my hips high to keep the weight off of her. At that moment I felt Don sliding his dick into my rear end and that was a real treat.
"Cecile knew what he was doing and she began moving her hips again, trying for more of the unbelievable Acosta's we had known when we were screwing. I was hard again, stimulated by Don's dick in me and Cecile's sweet mouth was kissing me and loving me and we started in all over again with the deep, shuddering gasps, the fierce frenzies. Don was thrusting in and out of me and the sexual thrills I was feeling were greatly intensified. Cecile was doing that thing with her hips again, like jerking me off with her body and then she was screeching in deep sensation and I could feel her twat clenching and unclenching around my dick. Then Don came in me and I started coming and it poured out of me in a red hot stream that seemed to burn me inside. We were a shaking, gasping bundle of sweating meat and, as the passions waned, we struggled for breath and some sort of sanity.
"Don moved away from me and I slid out of Cecile. I was still kissing her, holding her in my arms, and we were locked in loving embrace as I settled my hips beside her. I don't think I was too surprised when I realized that Don was eating her and enjoying it. He was making loud, liquid noises and Cecile's kisses were growing hotter and hotter as he worked at her crotch. Each time she came, her whole body would twitch and convulse and her mouth would suck harshly on my tongue.
"I started to move away from her but she clung to me like a leech and when she finally spent herself, she was clutching me with slippery hands and her moan of extreme Acosta's was loud and ragged in my ears. She was soaked with sweat and so was I. When Don's mouth and tongue drove her into a spasm of sheer frenzy too great to withstand, she simply went limp in my arms and her mouth went slack. That little girl had really had herself a time.
"When I finally sat up and looked at Don he was grinning. We both looked at Cecile's lily white body, still pulsing with the ending of her passions. Her eyes were closed and her face was pale. Don saw that I was a bit worried about her.
"She's all right,' he said. That's the way she goes when it is really good for her. When I whip her she will flake out for an hour or more, but that's the way she likes it, so who am I to say no?'
"I just shook my head, knowing that there was nothing for me to say. Don got up after a while and went off to take a shower. When he finished, I decided that I was going to take one, too. The spray of water on my cock got me hard again and when I went back into the bedroom, Cecile was sitting up smoking a cigarette. She eyed my dick with a hungry look and Don just laughed and told her to go ahead and eat it if she wanted to. She wasted no time in doing what he said. She handed me her cigarette and then she was treating me to another session of white hot heat in my loins and sweet misery in the rest of me. When she finished me off, she took her cigarette back from me and then went to take a shower for herself.
"She fixed us a delicious dinner and we were able to talk about things. Don said that he was very happy that Cecile had finally found out about us, and she grinned and said that she was, too. She thought I had the nicest, biggest cock she had ever seen.
"Don didn't like hearing that but Cecile laughed at his expression. She said that she shouldn't have said that, because Don didn't like hearing that sort of talk and she would pay dearly for her folly later on when he got out the whips for her.
"When we finished our dinner we settled in the living room for coffee and cigarettes. They were almost out of cigarettes, and so was I. Don and I were wearing slacks and Cecile was wrapped up in her robe. Don was sore because she hadn't gotten plenty of cigarettes but he said that he would get dressed and go out and get some. She told him to get some milk, too. He just nodded and went to dress. A few minutes later he went out and we heard the car leaving. "Cecile ,got up and moved over to sit on the arm of my chair. She bent and found my mouth with her soft lips and she kissed me hotly, wetly. She slid down to the floor and sat there looking up at me. She smiled as she reached for my dick and sat there fondling it.
"You have such a lovely cock,' she said softly. 'I love to suck you. God, do you give milk. Just like a cow.'
"She was stroking it and squeezing it. I told her that I had enjoyed screwing her. She was so tight she was as good as virgin. She gave me a funny look and another smile.
"I am practically a virgin in that place. I thought you knew. Don is strictly a back door man.'
"She bent her head and kissed the tip of my dick and she laid her cheek against it as she looked up at me again.
"Later on Don will beat me,' she said. 'You will watch, but don't try to stop him, no matter how harsh you think he is. Just remember, no matter what he does, that I've been through it all before and I love every single second of it. Don't try to interfere even if you think he's killing me. He's not.'
"She got a sleepy look in her eyes as she rubbed the head of my dick and smiled at me.
"I want to suck some more,' she said. 'All right?'
"I wasn't able to argue the matter. She gave a little laugh and then started in on me again. Her hands were doing nice tilings to my balls and she began working a bit more enthusiastically. Then I sort of lost track of things. Don returned and he walked in just as she had me coming. He just laughed and put the cigarettes on a table. He went out to put the milk in the refrigerator in the kitchen. By the time he got back Cecile had emptied me as completely as a vacuum cleaner. She looked at Don with a naughty little girl smile and he just laughed. He sat down and she went after him and emptied his loins, too. He had no trouble getting an erection either.
"We sat around talking for about an hour and then Don told Cecile to go into the bedroom and prepare herself to be punished. She gave him a sweet smile and went off without a word. He told me that he was going to really give her the full treatment and I could watch. Maybe, if he felt like it, he'd give me a taste of the whips too. He knew what they could do to me. I didn't answer him. I just went along with him.
"Cecile was sitting before her vanity. She was naked and she was brushing her soft, dark hair. Don got out of his clothes and then he went to stand behind her. His hands reached down over her shoulders and he cupped one of her breasts in each hand. He squeezed cruelly and a screech of pure agony escaped her. She straightened and she was white and gasping as the pain tore through her body. He was holding her lovely breasts in a callous grip and the pain was excruciating if the look in her eyes meant anything. He pulled and she came up off the chair and he let her fall over backwards. As she fell, her legs parted and the fluids pulsing and welling from her sexual flesh showed her pleasure quite plainly. He told her to sit up because she was going to be titty-whipped to start with.
"She knelt and held her torso high, the bruised breasts thrusting upwards and outwards. Don got a short-handled whip from a drawer and stood in front of her. He began striking her breasts, with the whip, first one, then the other. His strokes were not too harsh. He was whipping her lightly, the leather tongues of the whips slowly turning her delicate flesh a deep, blushing pink.
"I looked at the whip and it had a little leather ball about the size of a large pea at the end of each tongue. These were stinging her flesh into glowing, tingling excitement. She had a wild, exalted expression on her face and it was apparent that she was enjoying it all. Watching, I noticed that he was stepping up the tempo of his strokes and was hitting the soft flesh harder and harder. She was swaying and moaning and it was plain that some sort of sexual frenzy was building up in her. He was slashing at her breasts, stinging the blood red nipples and the rest of her sensitive flesh. A shudder began in her body and as it swept through her, she began pleading with him. Harder, always harder. He obliged her and then she went into a sort of convulsion and her body just shook and rippled with a strange sort of tension and he stopped hitting her. She sagged down onto her legs and her body kept on with the heavy spasmed motions.
"He walked away from her and went to the bureau drawer again. When he returned to her he fastened two steel clamps, the type used to clip papers together, on each of her nipples. She groaned with pain as she straightened up, and the clamps were cutting deeply into the sensitive flesh of her nipples. Then he stood in front of her and her arms went around his legs as she slid her face upward until her mouth captured his hard cock. With the pain of the clamps driving her, she brought him to glory in one hell of a hurry. He almost fell when she popped him and she drank too deeply to suit him, I guess. He hauled off and slammed her in the face to dislodge her. Then he told me to stand in front of her while she did the same thing to me.
"The fury of the pains that she must have been experiencing did something quite amazing to her ardor and she sucked like a vampire and when it was all over, she still wanted more and more, always more. I was trying to dislodge her head with my hands when I felt the sting of a strap across my behind. Don had a long strap in his hands. It was about four feet long and two inches wide, and he was slamming it across my behind. I saw the look on his face and I just stood there and let him hit me, because while he was whipping my ass his pretty little wife was forcing me into another orgasm.
"He kept hitting me harder and harder and it began to feel nice and warm. My whole midsection was prickling with exquisite sensations and when Cecile slid her mouth all the way down, I started coming. She drank like a desert traveler. The sensations were multiplied a thousand-fold and the sexual pleasures I was enjoying were just too much. I couldn't stay on my feet. I fell to the floor and Cecile never missed a beat. I was down on all fours and my rear-end was exposed. Don took advantage of it and he began using the strap again. I couldn't get my dick away from Cecile and as my rear-end began to burn and tingle with sharp sexual feelings, I knew that Cecile was going to get more of what she was after.
"I felt the strap stinging my nuts and between my legs and it got so exciting I began to shake violently. Then I was pouring my strength into Cecile's mouth and she was slaking an impossible thirst with my strengths. The strap was still touching my rear-end and the rest of me and it all became too much to bear. A thready feeling of excruciating sensation ran through my loins. Cecile was drawing off another batch of honey and I could feel her forcing every single drop from me. A great white light seemed to burst in my brain and it was the most wonderful sensation ever. A moment later I was out cold on the floor.
"When I woke, Don was still using the strap, but not on me. Cecile was on her knees, her head and chest resting in the seat of a chair. Don was stroking the clear white flesh of her shoulders and her back. I sat up and watched. Her backside was facing me and I could see that her sexual flesh was convulsing every time he hit her. The juices were pouring from her, sliding down her thighs and puddling in the hollows of her knees.
"He was gradually working his way downward till he was finally stroking the pulpy flesh of her bewitching buttocks. She was moaning and twitching as he worked on her lovely bottom. I saw the strap smash in the tender flesh between her legs but it didn't seem to bother her. The juices ran a little freer but that was all. Her bottom began swaying from side to side and she began the thrusting movements like she was screwing somebody and a thin, high, keening sound began coming from her throat.
"Don was smiling now. He put the strap down and got out a long-handled whip with two lashes to it, each tipped with a round leather ball. He took up a position beside her moving bottom, facing away from her. He began stroking her flesh with the whips, lashing her smartly between her legs and the little round leather balls were dancing all over her sexual flesh until her whole crotch began to withdraw into her body. He lashed her even harder then. He was abusing her like an animal and she shivered, and then she was screeching and it was a loud, ugly sound. Suddenly her whole crotch sort of blew outwards and the juices began pouring out of her.
"She was having a monumental sexual convulsion. Don hit her once more and that did it for her. She began shaking herself to pieces, but the sweet Acosta's she had achieved was very much apparent. She slowly collapsed onto the floor and lay there, a heaving, pulsating creature, locked in the throes of a sensual Acosta's too intense for most people to even imagine.
"Don wanted us to have a party afterwards. He said she would be in convulsions for an hour or more and we could enjoy ourselves. Knowing what he could do with the whips, and that I had never been a match for him, I joined him on the bed. I enjoyed his cock and let him enjoy mine. There just wasn't anything else to do.
"Cecile was just coming out of it when we finished our little party. She sat up and looked around and it was an effort for her to remember where she was and what had happened to her. She saw us and smiled. Don went over to help her and she kissed him very sweetly. She thanked him for the wonderful pleasures he had given to her and she told him that she would be a good girl for a long time until she needed some more attention.
"She was a real mess so she went into the shower again and when she returned to us she was herself again. She put a robe on and sat down on the bed with us to have a smoke. She smiled at me.
"Well,' she said, Vhat do you think of us now?'
"I just told her it seemed that she liked what she had gotten and Don enjoyed giving it to her, so it was all okay, I guessed. I had to admit that even I had responded to the whips rather surprisingly. Don just laughed. He said he had learned that about me when we were still kids. I should have remembered. "I looked down at my wilted and overworked sexual organs and I was very much surprised that they could have actually done the remarkable things that they had done. Don said that the whips could stimulate people to unbelievable accomplishments. I believed him without any argument.
"Our sexual orgy was over for the time being. Cecile said she would make us some hot chocolate and then we could all go to bed. When she said that, Don laughed and said that I would never be able to deprive Cecile of my big dong again. I would stay the night and she would wake me up in the very nicest way. In the morning we would talk about things.
"That's the way that first day ended. But in the morning we resumed and balled all day. Cecile and Don insisted that I should live with them because that would make everything easier for all of us. Cecile promised me that she would make my life a pleasure and that Don and I could enjoy ourselves to the utmost right in their own home, and we would have her to play with, too.
"Well, that's the way it worked out. We have been living together for a long time and we enjoy our life. What goes on inside the walls of our house is our private affair and while we don't spread it around, if we want to live like that, who the hell cares about it?
"And the way things are today, we aren't much different from our neighbors. We enjoy the things that we do together. That's the big thing-togetherness."
CHAPTER FIVE
Motherly Love
The statement that sex is mankind's greatest comforter has been attributed to the philosopher Nietzsche, and since his time, many have come to agree with him. Others have insisted that sensual Acosta's is the ultimate in sensation that the body can know. This has become pretty well established, especially by our present permissive culture.
While it is true that many rewarding experiences can come from incestuous relationships of one type or another, many experts agree that a relationship developed between mother and daughter can often possess elements of warmth and tenderness not usually found in other types of incestuous affairs. While this might be understandable to many, the case histories now coming to light expose many instances of such relationships wherein the young have been shamefully exploited or abused.
Oddly enough, it would appear that the young seem little concerned whether they are exploited or not, and many report a salacious desire for such treatment. 'very often, it is the young who corrupt, and many give as the reason for their sexual precocity, the type of diet and climate in which they live.
Extensive investigation would tend to show that today's young people discover the pleasures of masturbation at an exceptionally young age and practice this solitary vice until they can achieve something more satisfactory for themselves. Knowing full well that they live in a climate of sexual permissiveness, many of today's young people are predatory and on fire with sexual yearnings long before they should be. And it must be admitted that many case histories tend to show that the young are often the aggressors in such relationships. But this need not necessarily be true always. Many authorities are inclined to believe that young and pretty mothers who are oversexed to start with and were too precocious when they were young, often look upon their off-spring with a predatory or hungry gaze.
When the daughter of such a mother is already deeply immersed in the pleasures of sexuality, the situation becomes fraught with amazing and oftentimes disastrous possibilities. Then, too, such situations can work out for the advantage of all concerned.
One young lady with a rather bizarre background reported that she was always a sexual offender. She had a mother who was very young and very lovely and she got into trouble at a very early age. Her name is Sharon G. and she is at present twenty-two. She has been married to Greg, twenty-six, a handsome young man who works as a statistician in an actuarial office of an insurance company. Sharon feels no shame or remorse for anything that she has done.
"The thing nowadays is to have fun," she asserts. "After all, we will be a long time dead and no one knows anything nicer than the pleasures that sex can give, and today's scheme is to enjoy sex to the very utmost. And do the things that you want to do. Don't worry, there are lots of people doing whatever they want to do and they just enjoy this life. We don't really know about any other."
Sharon is a shapely blonde but only because she likes being a blonde. She thinks that if she allowed her hair to regain its normal color she would probably be a brunette. She is admittedly hedonistic to a surprising degree and very proud of her candor.
"My little honey pot started itching when I was still in rompers, and I found out that I could have beautiful sensations by masturbating when I was still a child. I guess I realized as I got older that I was a hot pants. Oversexed they call it nowadays.
"There was just my mother and me because my father ran off right after my mother and he got married. Well, actually, my mother had me when she was fourteen. She was pretty well-developed and she persuaded everyone that she was seventeen, so she got away with it. Her folks weren't going to say anything, not when she had a bellyful of baby at that age. The guy married her, but he took off and she had the job of raising me. Irma, that's my mother, was always beautiful, and that's probably why she got hit right away. She is a real blonde and she has a gorgeous body. She has always kept herself in shape and lots of guys have wanted her but after that first experience, she couldn't see any of them.
"She always worked while I was growing up and we got along very well. We were very close, really. By the time I was about thirteen, I was pretty well-developed and she was always telling me how pretty I was and how much she loved me. She was always teasing me about what a pretty figure I had and when I'd put on a bathing suit she told me I was gorgeous. Things like that. And, of course, I loved hearing that sort of talk.
"Irma would have guys come to the house and take her out and as soon as she would be gone, I'd go into my bedroom and start playing with myself, making believe that it was me the guy was going out with and we'd have sex. I'd really get turned on with that kind of thinking and I could keep myself coming for the whole evening. I really had a set of glands and a wonderful imagination, so I was having myself a grand time.
"The summer I was fifteen, Irma and I took a cottage at the seashore. She was always watching me as I moved around and kept telling me that I was so lovely. She said that it hurt to look at me. Well, that summer I was fifteen and Irma was a very youthful twenty-nine but she looked more like nineteen. I could see enough of her body to know that she had firm, shapely breasts, a narrow waist, long, beautiful legs and a cute posterior. She was a real luscious dish and lots of guys were after her. But she wasn't having any, thank you.
"We became very close that summer at the beach. Actually, it was only two weeks because that was all the vacation that she could take. She had a good job and she wasn't going to take any chances on losing it. When we went home to our drab apartment, I was kind of depressed but I hung around the house playing with myself all the time and watching television.
"One day I got to thinking about Irma's beautiful body and just thinking about her got me so excited sexually I was half-nuts. I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and I started masturbating furiously. The clothes hamper was right in front of me. I opened it to put my pants in and there was a pair of Irma's fancy panties. I picked them up and held them up against my nose. I just wanted to see what Irma smelled like. There was a heavy, fragrant odor in her panties and I liked the smell. I kept on playing with myself until I busted loose all over myself. I never had such a wallop of a little clit massage before and I just couldn't understand it. But always after that, whenever Irma was finished in the bathroom with a shower or something, I'd pretend that I had to go and I'd get her panties and pet myself until I blasted off.
"One night I was doing my hair and she was sitting at the kitchen table, leafing through a magazine and watching me. I was getting it too light and I was bitching about it, so she finally began helping me. She looked at it and told me that I was very pretty as a blonde and she hoped I'd stay that way. I said that I wasn't a real blonde like her and she just laughed at me. She asked who on earth would ever know the difference. I said that with the mini-skirts and the sheer panties the girls were wearing, anyone who got the chance to look up my dress could tell I wasn't a real blonde. She just laughed and said I'd have to be careful.
"Then she gave me a funny sort of look. She asked me if I knew that lots of girls were shaving off their pubic hair.
"It's very simple, really, dear,' she said. 'You just shave the hair off and then you use a depilatory lotion. That gets rid of the stubble and you just keep yourself that way. Lots of girls don't want hair anywhere on their body. It used to be that girls did nothing about the hair under their arms, then they started shaving it and they are so much cleaner and daintier that way. Perhaps you could think about it, dear.'
"I don't know why, but I started trembling. I held out my hands and they were shaking.
"I'd cut myself to pieces,' I said, laughing. 'I could never make it.'
"She was standing close to me and she gave me a funny look.
"Do you do it?' I asked.
"She nodded. She said that she had been keeping her crotch clean of hair for years. Mainly because she liked wearing bikinis and she didn't want her pubic hair showing. And it made her lots daintier and cleaner. Pubic hair held odors that were not too nice.
"Would you do it for me? Shave me, I mean?'
"She gave me another funny look and she smiled.
"Honey, I'd never survive it,' she said.
"I guess I just gave her a puzzled look. I couldn't understand what she meant and she gave a big sigh and sat down. She stared at me and her smile was a little crooked.
"Honey,' she said, "you are very lovely. You have a beautiful body. And I'm a regular sex fiend. I don't know what would happen if I ever got between your pretty legs.'
"She was staring at me and I was staring at her and suddenly I was on fire between my legs. I was shaking and I really had the hots. Remembering how her panties had affected me, I couldn't help thinking how turned-on I'd get if I actually got close to what made them smell so nice.
"Let's try it and see,' I said.
"She got up and pulled me into her arms. She hugged me to her but she was very nervous. She took me by the hand and we went into the bathroom. She watched as I pulled my panties off. When she looked at the dark curls on my pelvis, she turned white. She told me to lie down on the floor and spread my legs wide open. She would get the razor and the soap. I did as she told me to do. She knelt between my legs and as soon as she touched me between my legs I came and she saw it. She looked up at me and she smiled.
"You are a little hot pants, aren't you?' she said.
"She was touching my sex with her fingers and suddenly she put her finger right on the little guy and that popped me all over again but this time it was a really big one. Wow! She kept on exciting my little clit and then one of her fingers slipped inside and I started wriggling around and making crazy sounds. She shook her head sort of dumbly.
"I'm jerking you off, baby,' she said. 'I can do lots better than that."Lots better.'
"She put the razor and the soap down and then she knelt and buried her face in my crotch. Then she was sucking my little hot box and her tongue was driving me up the walls. I lost my brains in a hurry and she just kept right on triggering one orgasm after another for me and it got to be the most wonderful experience I had ever known. It kept building and building in me and each time I'd come it would feel like it wasn't quite complete but if she kept on I'd finally make it. And sure enough, I got to the point where I was writhing and squirming and gasping for wind and all of a sudden all the tickling and tingling came to a head and I started coming all over the place. It was an orgasm so massive, so completely unexpected that I lost control of everything and I peed in her face. I didn't mean to, but I did. She stayed right with my overworked pussy and when she finally left me there wasn't a nerve in my body that wasn't completely at peace.
"She got up and she kissed me. She helped me get up on my feet and we went out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Her bedroom. She smiled and asked me what I thought of my mother now. I put my arms around her and I kissed her, hotly, gratefully.
"She pushed me away and began getting out of her clothes. She told me that she came a lot of times while she was making love to me and she would have to take a shower. I didn't want that. I was dying to do to her what she had done to me. I told her so and her whole face lit up with a beautiful smile. She asked me if I was sure. I told her hell yes. I was dying to make love to her. She didn't fight me any and when I finally got my face between her thighs and I began to smell her bald little pussy I went ape and tongued her into spilling herself all over my face.
"She was pouring out juice and I could taste it. It was the nicest thing I had ever tasted and I just couldn't get enough. I drove her out of her skull and she was moaning and begging me to tongue her harder and harder and she pushed my mouth right where she. wanted it and then I hit the right spot for her. She gave out a little scream of pure delight and then she came, but good. Jesus, did she ever come. She was holding the back of my head, forcing her sex into my mouth and her hips were vibrating up and down in my face and even after she came, she couldn't stop. She kept telling me to suck, that made it feel so much nicer. I did what she told me to do and then she sort of went a little crazy again with the hips and then she came all over again and that was it for her. She had had it.
"We lay locked in each other's arms for a long time, and she was crying but she said it was only nerves. She would be all right in just a little while. We had a smoke and then she began with the recriminations. She had seduced her own child, she was a leper and all that. I told her what I was really like, always playing with myself and I told her how glad I was that we had finally gotten together. Now I wouldn't have to masturbate any more and I was very happy about that.
"We had about twenty minutes of recriminations and then we spent the rest of the night making love. The sixty-nine and the whole bit. Once we started we went the whole route.
"We kept on doing that all the time we could be together. It was more than a week before we could finally calm down enough for Irma to shave my snatch. But she finally did it and she looked after it from then on, you know, the lotion and all.
"She seemed to love taking care of my privates. She was always fingering me, rubbing salves and oils into my pubic area and when she was finished fooling around with it she would go down on me and I would be in heaven for a long, long time.
"After she had taken care of my immediate problems, she liked to have me make love to her. You know, kissing and hugging. Then I would lick her breasts and suck them. She could stand just so much of that and then I would have to put my mouth over her little slit and really go to town on her. After a while we would wind up in a wild sixty-nine and that would finish it up for us.
"Irma was often going out on dates and very often she would come home with the fruits of an evening of love between her legs and I have to admit that I enjoyed her then most of all. She said that I was depraved and very often when she wanted to say no to her boyfriend, she didn't because she always like to come home with a nice present for me. We were that blunt about things. She was always teasing me about being such a hot pants.
"Then she met Leroy and started going with him. He was a nice guy. I mean, Hiked him. He was younger than Irma by a couple of years and whenever she brought him home he was always looking at me and watching me as I moved around. It got to the point where it was a bit unnerving. Irma knew but she just laughed and she said that Leroy thought I was lovely.
"She was on the pill and she was laying for Leroy. She said that he was a wild one. There just wasn't anything that he wouldn't do and she was crazy about him.
"She was very careful to explain everything to me. She said that she was hoping that she and Leroy would get married. He was just the kind of guy that she wanted and he adored me so she thought that we could be very happy together. She made it very clear that nothing was ever going to disturb our relationship and that made me feel better.
"One night she came home with a package after her date with Leroy and when I asked her what was in the box, she just laughed and said that Leroy had gotten her a present. She opened the box and it contained a very life-like dildo. She strapped that on and she used it on me and that thing drove me out of my mind. After she had made me come a few times with it, she wanted me to put it on and screw her with it. I did it and I really enjoyed doing that to her. When we finally wore ourselves out, we sat up in bed and smoked, just before going to sleep.
"Then I began to wonder why Leroy would give her such a present. Who did he think she would use it on? It seemed that Irma had done some talking. I asked her about it and she got all red in the face. She finally admitted that she had told Leroy about us. He had gotten it out of her one night when they had been drinking.
"We were talking about you and he was saying how pretty you were and how he would just love to get his hands on you. Then he said that you were probably Miss Little Innocent and you were just too young to know what was what. Well, I guess I said some things I should not have said, because the first thing I knew he had it all out of me. He just laughed and said that we must have had some stirring times together. I admitted that we certainly did have some wonderful times. Then he asked me if I had a dildo and when I said no, he said he would get one for us. That's all.'
"That wasn't really quite all because I knew I would be embarrassed facing Leroy the next time he came around.
"'lle's dying to get at you," Irma said thoughtfully. "Maybe I'd better break off with him."
"I stared at her and then it dawned on me that we could all have lots more fun if we just added Leroy to our little group. He was enjoying Irma anyway, why not have us a three-way party?
'"Why don't we let him?' I said, smiling at Irma. 'I mean, why don't we let him get at me? We could have us a real ball.'
"Irma sat straight up in the bed and she turned her head to stare at me. Then she smiled and I could see that the idea delighted her. She reached out and put her arms around me and then she kissed me and we were both shivering just thinking about it.
"You really want to?' she asked, watching my face.
"Why not? I like Leroy and we can have such fun.'
"You're awful,' she said, but I could see that she was happy.
"We slid down in the bed and began kissing again and talking about Leroy and all had gotten us both hot so we wound up in another sixty-nine that was even nicer than before.
"She brought Leroy home for dinner the next night and she told me that she hadn't said anything to him about what we had in mind. She thought that we would talk it all over after dinner. Leroy just couldn't take his eyes off of me and when I was working out in the kitchen fixing things he came out there to visit with me. I gave him a cup of coffee and he kept staring at me with his heart in his eyes. Irma was all dolled up and she was full of smiles as she watched Leroy's obvious interest in me.
"She chased him out of the kitchen and he went into the living room to watch TV. Irma looked at me a little uncertainly and she asked me if I was sure I knew what I was doing. I gave her a smile and I told her that I sure did. I told her, too, that just looking at Leroy gave me a bad case of the hots every damned time. She grinned and then she hugged me close to her for a moment.
"Well have such good times, baby,' she said.
"Dinner was a rather quiet and subdued affair because we were all a bit nervous. Then we settled in the living room for coffee and cigarettes. Leroy began looking at his watch and it seemed that he wanted Irma to go out with him. She told him that they weren't going to go out. She had decided that they would stay home and visit with me for a change.
"He shrugged and when he looked at me Irma asked him if he didn't think I was lovely. He said he sure did. He thought I was the prettiest damned thing he had ever seen. Irma laughed softly and she winked at me.
"Sharon dear,' she said, 'why don't you put on that pretty new bathing suit I bought you and let Leroy see how you look in that. Would you like to?'
"Leroy's tongue was practically hanging out. I wanted to put the skimpy suit on and see what looking at me then did to him. I smiled and said I'd be right back and then I went into my bedroom and put on the wispy suit. The halter barely covered my nipples and the tiny triangle of orange-colored silk just barely covered my crotch. I fluffed my hair out and put on a little lipstick and I knew that I looked very nice. I went out to the living room and Leroy's mouth popped open. I pirouetted in front of him and I knew that he was seeing practically all of my buttocks. Irma was staring at me too and I was pleased that she thought me so pretty. I could see her reaction in her eyes. Leroy lit a cigarette and his hands were shaking. Irma was watching him with a funny kind of expression on her face. "Isn't she lovely, Leroy?' she asked quietly. He just nodded, still too stunned to say anything much. I kept moving around, and doing things. You know, like lighting a cigarette and placing an ashtray in front of him. I knew that when I bent to set the ashtray down he could see my breasts quite clearly. Irma was sitting beside him and she was kind of holding on to his arm. She kissed him on the cheek.
"You'll be her stepfather,' she said, 'and a stepfather who has a lovely daughter who adores him enjoys certain privileges and pleasures. You knew that, didn't you?'
"He was still staring at me and his silly grin was a mile wide. I went over to them and I slowly sat down on the floor in front of Leroy. I was looking up at him with an adoring look and Irma was hugging him and squeezing him.
"Sharon adores you, darling,' she said. 'Didn't you know? And we know that you think her very wonderful. We do know that, don't we, dearest?'
"She put her hand between his legs and touched him and he jumped. Irma was patting him there and it was obvious that he had a hell of a big prick and a beautiful hard-on. Irma got his fly open and she put her hand inside his pants and the next thing I knew his big dick was staring me in the face. So was he. He was so entranced with looking into my eyes he didn't move a muscle as Irma exposed his cock and his balls too. She began stroking it and he pushed her hand away again. Irma kissed him on the mouth and she was pouting very prettily.
"Darling,' she said softy, 'after all, Sharon did this to you. Isn't it only right that she do something about it for you?'
"I reached out and I put my hand around his big dick and I could feel it throbbing against my palm. We were still staring into each other's eyes. I knew what I wanted to do. So many nights I'd eaten the fruits of his loins when Irma came home to me after a time in bed with him. I wanted to taste him and to enjoy the fruits of his loins all by myself. I bent my head and I started kissing the tip of his big dick and Irma giggled.
"Oh, dear,' she said. 'I think my baby wants to nurse. Let her nurse for a little while?'
"Leroy reached out and patted my head and then he shoved his hips forward and his noble rod just stood straight and tall and then I put my mouth down over it and Irma began kissing him, hotly and passionately. She was being turned-on just by what I was doing. I started moving my head up and down and the second time I slid my mouth downward, he came. He really came but good and Irma realized it and she hugged him and kissed him hotly. I just kept on tasting him and I was shaking with a wild frenzy of sheer sexual lust.
"Poor Leroy, we were keeping him too busy to do much of anything. Irma kept on kissing him and slobbering over him and I kept on sucking his cock and after a very short time, he came all over again. I knew that Irma was going to have to share his lovely dick with me from then on. I was wild for more and more of his honey and I hated to stop, but there were other tilings to do and I could hear Irma asking him over and over again, wasn't that nice and wasn't her baby a living doll, tilings like that. I slid my mouth off of his prong and it was all red and sort of wilted.
"I looked up at Leroy and he looked astounded, but in a very nice way. I stood up and then I noticed that the tiny triangle of silk covering my little pussy was soaked. I had come several times while I was sucking him off, but I could come if a warm breeze hit me down there, so I just hadn't paid much attention. Irma noticed and she touched the wet silk and she laughed.
"I think my baby had a nice time for herself, too,' she said.
"Leroy reached out and touched my crotch and I slid the damned patch away and let him put his fingers right into cunt. I was seething with lust and beautiful sexual feelings and when he started using his fingers between my legs I came in his hand and then I started to shake and I couldn't stop. Irma took Leroy's hand away from my sex and she stood up.
"This is so silly,' she said, laughing. 'Let's all go into the bedroom where we can all have fun.'
"She pulled Leroy up onto his feet and he looked so silly with his clothes on and his stiff cock and balls hanging out. He had a dumb-looking grin on his face and he went along with Irma without the least little bit of resistance. I followed them and when I got into the bedroom Irma was helping him off with his clothes. I just took my halter off and then my tiny patch and I laid down on the bed and kept right on staring into Leroy's eyes. He looked very nice without clothes on. He and I were naked and Irma was the only one with clothes on. Irma grasped his big hard-on and she kissed him again on the mouth.
"Why don't you fuck her, darling,' she said passionately, 'and I'll get undressed while you two are having fun.'
"Leroy gave her his silly grin and then he moved over to the bed and me and when he settled down on top of me, I used my finger to guide that lovely cock of his right where I wanted it and I was so sensitive down there I could feel every silly millimeter as it went in. And it was nothing like the dildo. My legs went up around his back and then I hung on as that damned cock of his drove me insane. My whole body was on fire with sweet cravings and I just couldn't stop coming. He was shuddering and making lots of noise and at one point I turned my head and I saw Irma. She was standing naked by the bed, her legs apart and she was masturbating furiously, her face twisted into a grimace of extreme sensual lust. She was having a ball watching her daughter getting fucked by her boyfriend.
"I had sort of calmed Leroy down by blowing him a couple of times but even that wasn't enough. We were clinging to each other, making a hell of a racket as he pumped it to me and I began squealing and battling him as I felt the big one beginning in me. He started to shake too, and then I could feel the hot juice spurting inside of me and that did it for me. I just came with the damnedest spasm I'd ever had and by the time it was all over I was too weak to move or utter a sound.
"He moved away from me and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted to keep that lovely tool of his inside of me forever. But he laid down beside me and began kissing my slack mouth. Then I felt Irma's greedy mouth between my legs and she was going ape and making lots of funny noises. With him kissing me and her sucking me, I flaked out all over the place. They couldn't keep me still. I was yelling like an Indian, torn and twisted by passions too rich to resist and finally Irma's educated tongue flicked me into another big climax and then I simply drifted off to sleep.
"They were on the bed with me when I opened my eyes again and Irma was sucking his cock and she was really doing an expert job of it. He was busy, too. She was sitting on his head and his tongue was sliding up inside of her and his lips were glued to home plate. At that moment I don't think they knew I existed. Or cared.
"I sat up and watched and I realized that I felt awfully good. I felt fit and rested and eager for more sex. I was filled with a feeling of great happiness and I was sure that I loved both of them very much. I was glad that Leroy and I had finally made it.
"I kept on watching Irma and Leroy and pretty soon they both began to thresh around and I knew that they were making each other come and I watched Irma swallowing slowly as his juices flooded her mouth. She had her eyes closed and she was still trying to get more and more out of him. When she began coming, too, she sort of went a little nuts with her mouth and I was sure that she was hurting him. But he started bouncing her around on his hips and then she was swallowing again so she must have known just what she was doing.
"She stopped after a while and then rolled off of him and then the two of them lay there, panting and drying off. They were both covered with sweat so I guess that it had been pretty good for them. It was quite a while before Irma was able to rouse herself. When she sat up and looked at me, she grinned. She glanced at Leroy and we were both surprised to see that he was sound asleep.
"Irma suggested that we could probably do with some rest too, so we just flopped on the bed and I fell sound asleep in a hurry.
"When I woke again it was morning and Leroy was lying on his back. He was asleep but he had a huge hard-on. I heard the shower and I knew that Irma was in the bathroom. An overpowering urge to suck Leroy came over me and I slid close to him and I had his big cock in my mouth and I was massaging his balls with my fingers when he woke up. He reached down and patted my head and a moment later he flooded my throat with a lovely present. When I kept right on trying for more, he just squirmed a little and patted my head again. Irma came out of the bathroom, tying a sash around her robe. She saw what I was doing and smiled. She went to Leroy and she kissed him on the mouth. She asked him what he would like for breakfast and he was just too stirred up to answer her. She kissed him again and said she would fix it for him.
"My baby is having hers right now, I think,' she said gaily.
"She was right. Leroy was coming again and that got me awfully hot. I swung around and draped my hips across his face and he started eating me too. The two of us had no interest in breakfast or anything else for a long time.
"When we were both wrung out completely, we got up and went into the kitchen and Irma fed us a good breakfast. She told us that we were all going to stay home and enjoy ourselves and no one argued with her.
"We had a lovely day and I guess we tried everything. Irma strapped on the dildo and she insisted upon fucking both Leroy and me and once I saw what that dildo did to him when she used it on his rear-end, I was quite willing to give it a try. That turned out to be most enjoyable. Irma made me sit astride Leroy's hips and take his big cock in my cunt, then I had to bend flat over him while she rammed the dildo up my ass and that drove me right off of the pad. We had us a wild time with that one and when it was all over, Irma insisted on eating me.
"After a while, we figured out that we were going to have a very lovely life together and Leroy and Irma decided that they would get married. Later on, of course, they did and we all lived together in a state of exceptional bliss.
"Leroy turned out to be a real ball of fire. In the mornings, he would let me suck him off, maybe twice, while Irma was busy fixing breakfast. Then while we were eating, she would blow him and eat me for a while and then go off to work. In the evenings we would have time for the more ambitious projects like screwing and using the dildo and things like that.
"Life went on like that for several years and we were very happy but after a while it wasn't the big charge that it had been. I was grown up and while Irma had herself a guy, I had nothing. I started going out on dates once in a while. I was working and I wanted something that was missing in my life but I didn't quite know what it was. Then I met Greg and I knew what it was all right. I needed my own guy.
"I fell head over heels in love with Greg and he fell for me. I think we were good kids for about two dates and then we got to talking about sex. You know, the way kids will. First they talk it to death, then they get around to trying it and then it works out or it doesn't.
"Naturally, by the time I met Greg my sexual appetites were pretty rich. I was hung up on the cocksucking bit. I loved jism the way a drunk loves booze, and while I loved pulling it right from the fountain, I could enjoy it just as much, if not more, sucking it out of Irma's twat after Leroy had laid her. The whole thing was according to how hot I was at the time.
"So, when I met Greg and we started talking, he told me that he was oversexed and always had been. His balls just wouldn't ever quit, and I told him that I thought I had an exceptional sex drive too, because I was always dreaming and hoping for someone who could keep up with me. Then we got around to discussing about how we would get married anyway so we started fooling around. I discovered that he had a nice big cock and as soon as I started playing with it, I started drooling. Jesus, I ached with a raw, burning hunger that just wouldn't let me alone.
"I sat in the front seat of his car on a lonely dark road and I was using my hand on him and he had his fingers buried between my legs and I just kept getting hotter and hotter and I finally told him, kind of forlornly, that I wanted to fix him up but I was afraid of getting pregnant. Then I said that maybe I could blow him if he'd like me, too. He sure did like me to. He hugged me and told me that he loved having a girl do that best of all. Two seconds later I was sliding my mouth down over his throbbing dick and I no sooner started with my tongue than he started spurting. Jesus, could that boy give milk! It just kept coming out and coming out and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to dry him up. He was playing with my hair and using his fingers and he felt it when I came, too. He sensed that I was good at what I was doing and that I had a hell of a thirst.
"Keep sucking, honey,' he said, 'I can come six times in an hour, so just keep going.'
"He was bragging, I was sure, and I tried to keep count, but I sort of lost track, of things. I just kept on sucking him and every little once in a while he would fill my mouth with delicious honey and then I would start in all over again. He was precious, he was delicious and after a few hours with that wonderful cock of his in my mouth, I knew that he was never going to get away from me.
"We finally took time out to rest and stop shaking. He asked me if I wouldn't like to go to his place. There I could suck him for as long as I wanted to and he would do the same thing for me. That seemed like a sensible idea to me so we drove to where he had a small bachelor pad. Once we were inside I started getting out of my clothes and so did he. We laid down on his bed and I straddled him the way I did Leroy and he started sending me into orbit and I made another attempt to milk him dry. I didn't even accomplish it and finally I had to quit. You can only do so much, no matter how hot you get. It was four o'clock in the morning when he finally took me home. Irma and Leroy were sound asleep so I didn't see them until the morning. It was a Saturday so we had plenty of time to talk.
"They both knew Greg and they liked him and he was always teasing me about my beautiful young mother and my handsome stepfather. When I told them that I was going to marry Greg they didn't like it worth a damn. Irma said that her plans for me did not include marriage and if I really thought that she and Leroy were going to let me go out of their life, I was crazy. And I was still under age and needed her consent, so I could just forget it.
"Greg called me a little later and he knew that I was awfully unhappy. He asked me what was wrong and when I told him what Irma had said about marriage, he was unhappy, too. He asked me if he could come over and talk with them. Maybe he could persuade them to see things differently. He would have to, because he was not going to give me up.
"Irma seemed surprised when Greg arrived. He was wearing a tee shirt and dirty old slacks and he looked more like a kid then a man who wanted to get married. Irma and Leroy were sitting in the living room having a third cup of coffee and when he arrived Irma gave him a sweet smile and she patted the sofa where she was sitting for him to sit down beside her. He did. I sat down in one of the armchairs and Leroy was in another one. Irma said that I had told her that he and I wanted to get married and she had said no. She was sorry but that was the way it was.
"Greg wouldn't accept that answer. He told her he had a good job with a future and he could very easily support a wife. He loved me very dearly and was determined to marry me. Irma looked over at Leroy and she smiled sadly. He shrugged and I knew that she was going to blast any hope of marriage with Greg that I might have had. She turned to face him and her smile was sort of pathetic.
"Greg dear,' she said sweetly. 'You are a very nice young man. Much too nice for my Sharon, actually. You see, I must tell you that Sharon is a sexual pervert. I'm sorry but that's the way she is. She has a sex drive that is abnormal and it gets out of control. 'very often it takes both my husband and myself to calm her down so that she can function again. And, of course, many of the things that we do are really not very nice, but we do them. I do think, Greg that you would be much better off to find someone else. Don't you?'
"Greg fooled her. He shook his head and smiled.
"I'm afraid I've pretty much guessed what goes on in this household. Sharon is probably one of the most skillful cocksuckers I've ever met, and her whole sexual makeup is exaggerated. It had to come from somewhere. I've watched Leroy when he looks at her. I've watched you, too, so I figured out what was going on. But I don't care about that. Sharon and I are going to get married and I won't ever let her get away from me. Not ever.'
"He looked at me and his smile made me warm and happy again. Irma looked at Leroy and they seemed stunned by what Greg had said.
"What on earth would you want with her?" Irma demanded.
"Greg smiled at her. He was being very sweet to her.
"I told you. I like the way she handles herself. You have trained her to be skillful and artful and I've never known any girl or guy who could give me the kind of sexual pleasure she does.'
"You mean you won't give her up because she is such a good cocksucker, is that it?' Irma was angry and upset and she wasn't quite comprehending. Greg kept right on smiling.
"'That's part of it,' he said quietly. 'But there's more. I love her very deeply, very sincerely. And I know that she loves me.'
"Irma was staring at him, trying to understand how he could hear all of those things about me and still want me.
"I don't think that Sharon could be satisfied with a normal sex life. I mean, I think she would want much more than she could have with you.' "That's all right,' Greg said. 'I have no intention of taking her away from you, or interfering in any way with the life that she enjoys with you two. I wouldn't dream of taking her away from the life that she loves. She's too old to wean, I'm afraid.'
"Irma just gaped at him. Then she turned to look at Leroy. He was smiling at Greg and I just sat and listened. Then a big, glowing smile spread across Irma's face and she patted Greg's cheek.
"You mean you would share your lovely bride with us?'she asked.
"Watching her, I could see that she was delighted by the idea and, very frankly, so was I. I loved Irma and Leroy and I didn't want to give them up entirely. , "I'm afraid I wouldn't have too much choice. After the pleasures that she has known with you two, just me wouldn't be enough. And I know how very enjoyable multiple sex can be.'
"Irma's smile began to sparkle. She bent over and kissed Greg right on the mouth. She slid her hand downwards and touched his crotch. She felt the size of his big dick and her eyes widened and twinkled.
"You darling young man,' she said fervently. She turned to look at Leroy and he was still grinning, watching her. 'We could always use some more help, dear,' she said, 'and what could be nicer than having a handsome young son-in-law who feels as we do about certain things. Shall we give them our blessings?'
"Of course,' Leroy said. He lit a cigarette and I could see that he had a big rail on and I knew that Irma wasn't about to let go of Greg's dick, not once she got her hands on it. She was kissing him and he was hugging her and we could all hear what she said to him.
"Greg dear, you think Sharon is a good cocksucker? Darling, you haven't met the real expert yet. Remember, I taught her. Would you like a sample?'
"She didn't give him a chance to answer. She had his equipment out and his prick in her mouth before he even knew what was happening to him. He glanced over at me as her shining blonde head began bobbing up and down as she worked and I gave him a sweet, loving smile. His face began to fall apart as Irma's talent began making itself apparent and then he was lost to us for a while. Leroy had his cock out and he was slowly manipulating it up and down. He jerked his head at me and I went over to feast on his eager flesh.
"Once Irma discovered Greg's ability to produce, she just kept at him and at him and he enjoyed every damned second of it. I have no idea how many batches of his sweetness she was able to get for herself, but she kept on working like a honey bee who has found a lovely flower.
"I think watching his wife blow another man's cock did things to Leroy. He just couldn't seem to stop coming and I thought he performed in a spectacular fashion. I have no idea how long I stayed with him, but I knew that Irma finally calmed down and she got up off of her knees, saying she had to rest. Her jaws were hurting her. She kissed Greg playfully on the cheek and she told him that she would be back. She went off to the bathroom and I finally brought Leroy to the point where he would have to rest for a while.
"Irma was quite taken with Greg and he with her. When he came back from the bathroom she was wearing her robe. She stood in front of Greg and opened the robe and let him look at her naked body. She asked him if he was happy having a mother-in-law as pretty as she was and as obliging. He laughed and said that he was delighted.
"Irma suggested that we all have some lunch and then go into the bedroom and really enjoy ourselves. We were all quite willing to do that. Irma grabbed Greg by the hand and she took him into the kitchen with her. Leroy did have the kindness to ask me if I could be happy living a life such as Irma intended. I told him I couldn't have been more pleased. He started playing with my breasts and kissing me and he got hard again. When I started kissing it, he shoved it into my mouth and gave me a lovely little gift in a very surprisingly short time. After that we went out to the kitchen and watched Irma make some lunch and big eyes at Greg.
"Irma told me that she was very happy to have Greg in the family and we could get married as soon as we liked. She could imagine how happy we would all be with each other.
"After we ate lunch, we went into the bedroom and Irma got Greg undressed and she sort of made him her special pet for the rest of the day. She made him screw her in both places and if her squeals and shudders were an indication of her pleasure, she had herself a real ball. Leroy and I had a much quieter time of it. After all, we were pretty well used to each other. When Irma calmed down a bit, she wanted a Les party but only after we had both been screwed. She insisted that she wanted to watch Greg screw me and then Leroy could give it to her and then while the boys rested we could have us a very delightful sixty-nine. That's what we did and it was all very nice and very wonderful. Irma had a lot of good ideas and we tried them all out. We spent the whole day and most of the night in a sexual orgy that was just the forerunner of lots more to come.
"Greg and I got married and we had a real wild honeymoon. The four of us wound up in bed together and it turned out to be a wonderful night. Greg and I got an apartment of our own and while Irma and Leroy did ask us to live with them, we finally agreed that it was more fun when we came over for an evening of balling or a weekend.
"We do that a lot. I mean spend the weekend together. Sometimes at our place, sometimes at theirs. But I find that the nicest times of all for me are when I'm in my own bed with my sweet husband and I am nursing on him, sucking the rich juices out of his body and knowing that I am giving him great pleasure while I'm doing it.
"Of course, once we get to Irma's, she starts in on that kick and she won't let anyone else near him for hours. But it has all worked out very comfortably for everyone. One afternoon when Irma and I were starting a hectic session of girl-loving, Irma suggested that the two boys suck each other off. They just might Kke it That wasn't the smartest thing she could have said because they tried it and they did like it. They do it too damned often to suit me.
"I must admit that the life I live is one that I am very happy with. I love Leroy and I love Greg and Irma, too, and while some people might say that we are all depraved and perverted, I don't think that kind of talk affects me very much.
We have a lot of fun and we are all old enough to know what we are doing and if we don't have any feelings of shame, why should other people have anything to say? I think everybody should live his or her life the way they feel they want to, and if a girl likes to blow a guy best of all, men that's what she should do. When she gets married, she should find a guy who likes having his cock sucked better than anything else. There are certainly lots of them around.
"I wouldn't say that everyone should live the kind of life we live, because most people don't get along that well together, but for us it has turned out to be the best way of life."
CHAPTER SIX
Double Whoopee
There is a tendency on the part of some psychiatrists and psychologists to suspect that many people who get involved in incestuous activities can easily develop into sexual psychopaths. Unfortunately, many of the case histories revealed herein would seem to support such a theory. It must be pointed out, though, that many psychiatrists feel that people should do whatever they want to do, provided that they hurt no one, and do not force unpalatable acts upon unwilling partners. Many of the sex groups and mate swapping clubs have the same philosophy and their varied activities often appear perverted when viewed or contemplated by more restrained people.
Most of those who have become members of the sex clubs as well as the far-out groups, report that sadism and masochism are part and parcel of the activities. Probably because more and more people are becoming preoccupied with sex and are discovering the incredible sensuality of flagellation and bondage acts, this type of sexual behavior is becoming more and more prevalent.
Many wives are admitting that they can become extremely aroused erotically by abusing their mates; others achieve exceptional sensual pleasures and impossible orgasms by being mistreated. Many men report that they can perform spectacularly if they are permitted to abuse a female, or whip her. The pleasures inherent in such behavioral patterns have been delineated and explained by many experts, and even the most naive must concede that for certain types there are exceptional delights in such activities.
Usually, however, the people who arrive at the point where abuses and corporal punishment can induce sensual heights of unimagined pleasure, are quite mature and experienced in sexual matters. Yet, in the preponderance of cases involving incest, it would seem that such behavior nearly always becomes a part of the sexual program enjoyed by the participants. Too, it would appear that incestuous affairs seem to breed exaggerated appetites for which nothing is ever enough. There is a constant search for new and greater thrills and an utter lack of restraint in searching for them.
When the individual possessed of sadistic tendencies is a pretty young girl who needs no concern about restraints, the activities that she can devise often stagger the imagination.
One of the contributing elements of incest, according to many researchers, is an attitude of consent upon the part of all concerned. Human flesh is rarely beaten without the consent and desire of its owner and many young girls who discover the delights of incest and flagellation are amazed to discover that abuse at their hands is much sought after and erotically stimulating to her victims.
Discussing her own experiences and what happened to her brothers, a demure young lady of exceptional good looks and charm recently stated that her brothers were forced to seek the help of a psychiatrist in order to function sexually. Admitting his helplessness, the psychiatrist suggested that the boys stop wasting his time and find their own solution to their problems.
Talking about her problems and the boy's, the young lady was surprisingly blunt and often vulgar in her speech. She said that she liked to call a spade a spade and a big stiff cock a cock, and a smelly cunt a smelly cunt, and if she had to watch her language there wasn't any point in her trying to explain things.
Claudia T. is twenty-four years old. She is a stunning redhead with the creamy complexion of the true redhead and, presumably, the fiery temper that so often accompanies such a type.
"In the first place," she said, "I don't think that incest is such a bad thing. I've always thought that if boys could learn how to handle themselves with their sisters they would make better husbands, and the sister's would make better wives. My God, they teach us everything in school, except the most important thing; how to be good parents, husbands and wives. The most important task we have to do is left up to chance. I think that's crazy.
"Oh, well, that isn't what you want to hear about. Well, I have two very handsome brothers. They are named Peter and Paul. They are two years younger than I am and we all grew up in a big house in Oregon. My mother and father both worked and I had to run the house. I liked that because it made me a big wheel around there and I really liked being a big wheel.
"And I liked it when the boys would come to me and ask my permission to do whatever they wanted to do. Lots of times just because I felt like being mean I'd say no and that was it. I got a big charge out being mean to them.
"I'm afraid that the charge was sexual in nature. You see, I was always preoccupied with sex and that itching little slit between my legs, but I had a funny kind of hang-up. When we kids were little I remember one time that we were all going to be spanked. My mother took the boys one at a time and she walloped their backsides with a hairbrush until their bottoms got red and swollen. I stood and watched it all and when it was my turn, I just suffered through it and let it go at that. But from then on I could never get the sight of the boys' bare bottoms out of my mind and in my fantasies I wanted to be the one who was spanking their soft flesh. As I grew older and started masturbating, that was what I always thought about while I was doing it. And I would have some powerful sexual spasms thinking about that sort of stuff.
"We grew older and the boys became more and more timid and they got so that they wouldn't breathe unless I told them that it was okay. And I made their little lives miserable. I enjoyed doing it, and always, there would be a severe sexual upheaval in me each time I was especially mean to them.
"By the time I was fifteen, I was treating them horribly and they didn't dare take it up with our parents. I had too much on them and the knew it, so I was a little tyrant all the time.
"They were big for their age and so was I. Mother used to smile at us and tell us that we had grown up on her and she used to make jokes about it. It was not very funny to me.
"You see, I was masturbating all the damned time and because the boys were so big I would go crazy thinking about spanking them or whipping them and my fantasies were beginning to move into a new direction. I would imagine what it would be like to have sex with them and I was quite advanced for my age. In my imagination I would feel Peter's prick inside me, getting screwed by him while I was mouthing Paul's cock. Then it would be reversed and Paul would screw me while I blew Peter. This always would be after I had whipped them and abused them severely enough to make them cry and weep for mercy. Oh, I had lots of lovely times with my fantasies.
"And then one day it all stopped being fantasy. I had given the boys permission to attend a basketball game and they were told what time they had to be home. They were very late and when I asked them why, they got a bit too smart. It was close to the time for our parents to get home so I couldn't do much about it then. We had no school the next day and I told them that I was going to take them up into the attic the next morning and I was going to warm their bare bottoms with a ping-pong paddle and if they didn't like it, they could tell our parents what I intended to do. Of course, if they did that, I had a few things to tell them, too. But make no mistake about it, they were going to get their asses blistered and by me.
"They didn't say a word about what I had threatened at dinner and when I went to bed that night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what I was going to do to the boys and I played with myself most of the night.
"The next morning after we had breakfast I told the boys to go upstairs to the attic. They were going to get it just as I had promised them. They didn't beg or protest. They just went up the stairs. We had a ping-pong table in the basement. I went down and got one of the sturdiest paddles and then I went upstairs too.
"There was a kind of sitting room in the attic. No one used it much, but we had a lot of extra furniture and my mother and I had placed it around so that it looked nice and like another room. One of the pieces was a small upholstered vanity bench. I sat down on that and I was holding the paddle. I looked at the boys and I asked who was going to be first. Peter smiled and he said he would be first. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down along with his shorts. I stared at his big cock and the big balls dangling beneath. He was being real smarty pants and when I told him to lay down across my legs he did it. I started walloping his plump buttocks with the paddle and I gave it to him really good for being so damned smart and exposing himself without even being asked.
"He was kicking and squirming and yelling and I told him to shut up. I kept on smacking the paddle against his bottom and he was moaning. It got to be very nice for me. I was actually living my fantasy and I was coming all the time I was hitting him. Each time I would have an orgasm it would be much nicer than the one before.
"It dawned on me that he was sobbing as though his heart would break but I was determined that he would beg for mercy. I could feel something against my bare leg and after a while I was conscious of wetness there and I couldn't understand what was happening. I kept right on smacking him with the paddle. All of a sudden his back arched and his buttocks clenched tightly together and then he was having a muscular convulsion of some kind that scared me. I pretended to be finished with him and I pushed him off of my legs. He rolled over as he fell onto the floor and I saw his big hard-on and he was spurting white stuff out of it like he was never going to stop.
"You made him come!' Paul said. 'Man, is he coming!'
"I'll do the same to you,' I said angrily, not really aware of what was taking place. I was filled with rage and angry because my legs were all covered with goo. Paul wasn't having any until I told him it was either that or have a little talk with Father about some of the things I could tell him. He gave up and took his pants down and their cocks were twins, too. He got across my legs and I gave it to him, probably harder than Peter had gotten it. When it was over he was spurting all over the place. I was all worn out, not from the spankings, but from the endless parade of exquisite orgasms I had had. I was soaked between my legs and not too interested in what had happened to the boys.
"I got up onto my feet and my dress was sticking to me. My legs were covered with the sticky stuff that the boys had spilled all over them and I was a mess. Both of the boys were holding their sexual organs and Paul was still in the throes of a beautiful orgasm. His organ was dribbling fluid in spurts and his face was all twisted up into a strange expression.
"And then it all hit me at once. Here were the boys with their pants down and their sexual organs exposed completely for my gaze and I had spanked them and both had experienced really startling orgasms. Hell, they had spurted all over me, too.
"I guess that the realization of what we were involved with hit them, too, because they were staring at me and they didn't seem to be too upset about what had happened. Paul grinned up at me and he had something to say.
"You can do that to me any damned time you like,' he said. 'I never came like that before. Jesus, it was something.'
"Me, too,' Peter said. He started to get up but he wasn't very strong. He sat down again for a moment. I looked at Paul and I told him to go and get a rag and clean up the mess he made. He got up onto his feet and he still had a hard-on. Peter was in the same shape. I wanted to reach out and touch his cock and and do lots of things to it. He looked into my eyes and he knew what I wanted to do. He took a step and then he was close to me. He put my hand on his throbbing organ and smiled at me. I held it tightly and then I was moving my hand up and down while his skin moved too. He was smiling at me and he liked what I was doing.
"You're jerking him off,' Peter said. 'lle likes that.'
"I was overwhelmed with sexual excitement and couldn't have cared less about what Peter was saying. Paul reached out and made me stop moving my hand.
"I'll come all over you,' he said. 'I can't help it. The spanking made me so damned excited I can't stand right.'
"Sit down,' I told him. I pushed him down onto the upholstered bench. I knew what I was going to do and that I should not do it, but I couldn't help myself. I put my mouth down over Paul's sexual organ and as soon as I tasted the fluid that was oozing from the tiny opening in its tip, I began shivering and shaking. Then I started sucking at it, eager for more and more of the stuff.
"Paul was making funny sounds in his throat. His organ began throbbing and it felt like it had swollen a lot. All of a sudden he was bouncing around on the bench and was trying to push me away, but it was too late and I was tasting the incredible sweetness of his loins. It affected me disastrously because I knew that I had been coming all the while I was sucking him, and when he began spilling his juice into my mouth, a monumental spasm hit me. I almost fainted because it was so nice. Finally, Paul made me stop and I let him go, but I didn't want to. Peter was watching and he lost no time in offering his splendid loins for my attention.
"They were very eager for the effects of my mouth upon their loins and when I tongued Peter into spending again, Paul had become aroused again just by watching me suck his brother's organ.
"They kept coming back for more, one after the other, and I gorged myself on the new delicacy that I had discovered. To me, it was the most delicious substance I had ever tasted and I was avid for it. The boys finally wore themselves out and we went downstairs again. We were all beat. I sat down in the living room and I was still all sticky and a mess between my legs but I just didn't care. The things that I had done with the boys far surpassed any of my fantasies and I was weary, but blissfully happy.
"The boys had gone to their room to change and after a while they joined me in the living room. They were all smiles and they just sat and watched me. They were concerned about me because I was still trying to calm down. They didn't say much of anything. Finally, I asked them if they had cleaned up their room and they nodded. I got up then and I told them that I was going to take a shower and change my clothes. They didn't say anything but they watched me go without a word.
"When I took my clothes off in the bathroom I was astonished at the extent to which I had been affected. My legs were soaked and my crotch was sopping with a thick, viscous fluid and I knew that no matter how frenziedly I had masturbated I had never had such reactions before. I stood under the shower and let the torrent of hot water clean me and bring me back to normal.
"I dressed in clean underthings and a dress and then I went back to the living room. I had been smoking for some time so I lit a cigarette and sat, trying to think things out.
"The boys were in their room and I realized that I should get up and go out to the kitchen and fix them some lunch. I did it and they came to the table and wolfed down the sandwiches and milk that I had fixed for them. I wasn't hungry so I didn't eat anything. I settled for a cup of coffee. Peter grinned at me and then made a most remarkable offer.
"You made us something to eat, Claudia,' he said, 'we been making you something to eat. You want some more jism?'
"I almost struck him. I was furious, but I just smiled.
"You like it, you know you do,' Paul said, 'And we are busting our balls with it ever since you done it to us. We can't help it.'
"I smiled at both of them and I asked them if they wanted to go up to the attic again. They sure did. But we didn't do it that way. Instead, after they were finished with their lunch, we went into their bedroom and they both took off their pants and their shorts. Both of them were erect and I took Peter first. I was acting like a robot, but I couldn't resist what they offered. They seemed to know it and I resolved that I would punish them severely for the way they were taking advantage of my weakness. I spent the whole afternoon sucking their cocks and they just sat on their bed and let me do as I wanted to them. It was a most amazing day.
"They say that people can become addicted very easily to certain things and I'm afraid that that's happened with me. The boys were not at all aggressive and in the days that followed I found ample occasions for spanking them and the end result was that I gorged myself on the fluids of their bodies. It got out of control with me, I mean my hunger for their juices. When they could give me no more one day, I spanked first one and then the other and they were surprisingly able to provide more of what I wanted.
"We were very young at the time of our initial experiences and for at least a couple of weeks I did the same things. I walloped their bottoms and then drained their loins every day. And I always kept my clothes on. It never occurred to me that seeing my body would act as an aphrodisiac to them until one afternoon when both boys had been exhausted and we were just resting. I let my legs fall apart and Peter was looking up under my dress and his penis was erect and hard as a rock. He was only looking at my underpants but that tipped me off to what was possible with the boys.
"It took me about a week before they got to see me naked, and I really abused them quite shamefully. I got into the habit of paddling them first. I had a limber birch switch that I would whip them with and after they had been soundly punished they would take turns sucking me between my legs. They liked doing that. They liked anything that I could think up. I was always punishing them for not giving me enough of their semen. I was always accusing them of holding back on me and we all knew that it was a joke. They couldn't hold back on me, not when I really went after what I wanted.
"After a while we began to play games. They liked to make a girl sandwich. One of them would get his cock up in me and the other would sodomize me at the same time and I would really live.
"The time passed and as the boys grew older they became able to produce more and more of the product I liked so much. I was constantly abusing them, whipping them and they thrived on it. When they were going to high school they started dating and I quickly put a stop to that. I wasn't going to share my boys with anyone who might rob me of one single drop of their honey. I raised so much hell they lost interest in other girls. They were getting so much action at home they really didn't have anything for anybody else. I saw to that.
"But then the inevitable happened. After years of full and plenty with the boys, it became time for them to go off to college and I couldn't do anything about that. I missed them terribly and I would get letters from them telling me how much they missed me and that always made me feel quite unhappy. I felt deprived.
"In time I began going out because my parents kept telling me how pretty I was and what a beautiful body I had and as soon as I started dating, the guys I met told me about it too. I went out with lots of really nice guys, boys who had money and everything else to offer but I just didn't care about them.
"I guess the reason I fell for Harry was because he was everything that a girl could want. He was like a little puppy dog and I could twist him around my finger. He would do any damned thing that I told him to do. When he asked me to marry him, I told him that I was mean and vicious and I would beat him with whips and hurt him. He looked like I had shown him the gates to heaven, so we got married. Poor Harry, he was the meekest, mildest man I had ever met.
"He was a pharmacist and was buying his own store. He loved me so devotedly it was sinful. He told me that he knew that I was a sadist, but I was the type of woman he needed. He was severely masochistic and he was sure that we would hit it off well together. We got married and when we went on our honeymoon, Harry had himself a time. I kept him in bed all the time that we were away and I was at his cock constantly. He loved it and didn't seem to care what I did to him.
"Harry had quite a remarkable history of his own. He told me all about it one day. He had been raised by an aunt and and uncle. The uncle had a strong tendency toward homosexuality. He had persuaded Harry to let him suck him off, and then he had taught Harry how to do the same thing to him.
"The aunt found them in the basement of the house one rainy afternoon and she took matters into her own hands. She punished Harry severely. She blamed him for the corruption of her husband. She bought herself a whip and forced Harry to lie on his back with his legs open and held high. She would begin whipping his buttocks and gradually ease closer to his loins until she was using the whip on them. Harry would lose all of his semen in a series of extreme orgasms that she could induce with her whips.
"She used the same kind of treatment on her husband. She was driving the demon of homosexuality out of their bodies, but she was also doing more than that to them.
"In time, she began to teach Harry how to adore a female and it got to the point where she would sit astride his face and force him to suck her flowing twat while she whipped his genitals. She would have Harry popping all over the place with the whips. While he was telling me about all this, he got an enormous erection and it was quite apparent that he had grown to love the kind of treatment his aunt had given him. That woman had had a whole bag of tricks and one by one he told them all to me.
"Naturally, after knowing all these things it was only natural that I would try them out on him. Once we got home and started out on our married life, I began doing to him the things that his aunt had done and his response was quite gratifying. He told me that she had used a dildo on him and he brought one home that was a replica of what she had used. He loved it when I screwed him with that thing. He brought me home a whip too which I used on him as she had used it and when his organs were brought to the point of eruption, I would stop whipping them and suck him off, then he would get more of the whip. We had a wonderful life together.
"Harry and I were married a little over two years when the boys came to visit us. They were finished with school and both of them had jobs to go to. One day while Harry was at work, they asked to talk to me. They had a very serious problem.
"They were both impotent. They had gone out with girls in college and when it came time to perform they could not do anything. They had seen doctors and two different psychiatrists and still it came down to the same thing-they couldn't get an erection and they blamed me for their condition. They were certain that my vicious handling of them and their privates had conditioned them and now they could not function at all.
"Peter said that he had visited a psychiatrist and the man had told him that he should go back to his sister and ask her to beat the hell out of him. That might do it for him.
"I sat in my living room and listened to them and I just couldn't believe that I was hearing the truth. But from their worried faces I could tell that they meant it. Paul said that they had come home to me because they just weren't any good to anybody else.
"I smiled at them and then I told them that if they would come into my bedroom, I would be glad to see if I could help them. They were quite eager for me to try. They undressed in the bedroom without embarrassment because I had seen their bodies as much as they had for a long period of time.
"I went from one to the other and it was pathetic to see their limp cocks and their shriveled bags. I fondled each of them and nothing happened. I took Peter first and I sucked on his cock for a long time. It was like mouthing a dish rag. Then I tried Paul and it was the same. They responded to nothing and I felt awful about the condition they were in.
"I became angry and I told Paul to sit down in the armchair we had in the bedroom. I made him put his legs up and then I used my mouth and my tongue on his flesh but still he didn't move. I told him that I was going to keep on sucking him until I pulled a load out of him, limp cock or not. Then I really went to work on him. I used my finger in his rectum and my nails on his balls and he began moaning. Then his limp cock poured out an enormous load and after he got over the frenzy of it all, he was amazed. Then I did the same thing with Peter and while it took longer, his limp cock finally gushed a respectable load and I feasted, shamelessly.
"When I had finished with Peter, I made Paul kneel down beside the bed, with his torso on the bed. I got out Harry's whip and I used it on Paul's plump behind. He got a hard-on in seconds and then he was spilling all over the place. I didn't push him too far. I went after his brother and the same thing happened.
"Remembering what Harry had told me about his aunt, I knew that I had figured it all out. Harry's aunt had used a sort of harness on him quite often. She would take one of her stockings and tie it around his genitals. Then she would tie the ends around his waist. This little trick threw his genitalia into exceptional prominence and his meat would protrude so that she would have no trouble whipping the sensitive flesh. Harry would quickly get an erection and erupt promptly under such direct stimulation.
"I tried that with the boys. I tied one of my nylons around Paul's genitals, making the loop in the middle of the stocking. When I tied the ends around his waist, his balls and his limp cock were thrusting far out and the first time I hit the precious bundle with my whip he leaped into an erection. His dick was sore and red and I hit him once again. Then I knelt and sucked him off and he exploded immediately. It was like old times. Peter was watching us and when I forced Paul into spending again I saw a smile on his face, callously t but they were delighted to have it done. The grim ghost of impotence was routed that day, and as time passed, they responded to anything that I tried on them. They stayed with me for two weeks and by the time they were ready to leave, they had been thoroughly cured of their impotence. They got so that all I had to do was fondle their loins and they were up and ready for action.
"They had an apartment in town and went home, but two weeks later they were back, unhappy again. They had both experienced some awful failures when they went out with girls and they were sure that they were incurable impotent. I proved them wrong the some awful failures when they went out with girls and they were sure that they were incurably impotent. I proved them wrong that day and both of the boys sucked me steadily for hours while I drained their bodies of all strengths. When they left that time they were convinced that they would have to come to me for sex and that was just fine with me.
"A couple of weeks later, Peter came to see me one day. Harry was at work and so was Paul. Peter and I had a nice little party and finally he told me what was on his mind. He and Paul wondered if they could come and live with Harry and me. We had a big house and plenty of room and they thought they would be happier and much more content if I was closer to them. I liked that idea. I liked it very much. I promised Peter that I would discuss it with Harry and then call him and let him know what we decided.
"When Harry came home that night, he got his pipes cleaned in a hurry and then we had some dinner. Just to make sure that he would see things my way, I made him get undressed and put his stocking harness on and I gave him the beating of his life. When I was finished with him, he was all worn out and as obsequious as a puppy.
"I gave him a nice warm bath to get the kinks and the hurts out of his body and while I was bathing him, I told him that I was thinking of asking my brothers to come and stay with us. They were working so they could pay board. And, I would like having them with me. He looked at me and smiled. He said that he liked the boys and he would be glad to have them live with us.
"I think I got a case of bad conscience right then. I told Harry about me and the boys and what we had been doing. I told him too that I wanted them with me so that I could have their lovely cocks any time that I felt like it. I told him how I just couldn't ever get enough and maybe with three men in the house, I might be able to appease my great hungers.
"Harry listened to me, sitting up in the bathtub, his ass and his balls still stinging from the whips I had used on him and he was smiling. He said that he was glad that I had told him, because he pretty much suspected and he would love to have the boys live with us, but he had just one request. I looked at him, wondering what he could come up with next. He asked me if I remembered what he had been doing with his uncle. I said of course. He blushed and admitted that he had liked sucking his uncle's cock. Couldn't he please, once in a while, suck the boys, too?
"Bless his little heart. I bent down and hugged him and kissed him and then I dried him off and put him to bed.
"The boys moved in with us the following weekend and they have been with us ever since. I am never at a loss for the product I love so much and the men in my life know that I am absolute boss and that I do with them as I please. But they are very happy and I have never heard a complaint out of any of them. I don't care whether we live in sin or incest or any of the other silly nonsense that people could think up.
"I have my men with me at all times and that's the way it will always be. I will probably bury all of them, but while I do abuse them, I supervise their diets and their health, and as I said, I may bury them, eventually, but there is one thing I can guarantee. They won't die young."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Daddy's Little Girl
The perpetuation of an incestuous affair is believed by many psychologists to be the result of conditioning. These experts are persuaded that the conditioned response syndrome, the ability of the body to react to familiar stimuli with greater fidelity, can become a necessary part of life. There is a tendency on the part of the experts to remind that the sexual apparatus and its responses is an extremely delicate mechanism at best and the slightest thing can affect its functions, or its ability to function at all.
This element would appear to be quite evident in the foregoing case history and there are many, many more whose structures show the conditioned response syndrome at work. Once this element of a human being's sexuality has come alive it is a force and a powerful factor that cannot be ignored.
There are many psychologists who will point to the way a young girl will use her father as the pattern that her love must fit, or at least approximate, as a sample of conditioned responses at work. Some of these experts in human behavior will point out that there is the inherent wish in the girl's mind to sleep with her father, to enjoy sex with him, and that this youthful yearning is often unrecognized for what it is and is eventually replaced by the more normal loves that a girl may enjoy with the young men who court her.
Yet there are many cases on record where the young girl does not outgrow the desire to be possessed by her father and sometimes the wish becomes father to the thought and the girl will actually make an effort to seduce her father.
Sometimes, the father, if he is young and denied the company of young women who can deal with his sexuality on a normal level, will become captivated by his young and beautiful daughter and an incestuous relationship can begin and prosper.
Joan F. is a beautiful blonde sexpot and she knows it, glories in it. Sexually precocious, she had her first sexual experience at twelve and never recovered from its excessive pleasures. Circumstances put an end to her romance when the boy moved away, but by that time she had become a very capable fellatrix, and she had also tried cunnilingus, sodomy and coitus. She loved everything that the young man did to her and swiftly surrendered to the extreme thrills that her body could provide. But once her boy friend moved away she was hesitant about beginning another affair. She became content with masturbation and concentrated on her school work.
"My father was a very handsome man," she says. "His name was Bert and he and my mother were always battling. My mother said that he was always cheating on her. He was a chaser and she caught him at it and finally they got a divorce. When it came time for them to decide what to do with me, I had something to say. I adored my father in spite of his wickedness, or maybe because of it, and I told the judge that I wanted to live with my father. I was fourteen and big for my age so I knew what I wanted to do. My mother was quite willing for me to live with my father because I think she wanted to sow a few wild oats of her own.
"So my father rented a nice apartment and I moved in with him and because he was so young and so handsome, I was always kissing him and loving him up and he sure liked it. I guess maybe I was looking for trouble.
"One Sunday afternoon my father was sitting in the living room reading his paper. I had just taken a shower and I had my robe on. I went into the living room and I saw my father and I was just overwhelmed with love for him. I took the paper out of his hands and then I sat down in his lap. He looked surprised when I kissed him right on the lips. But he kissed me back and he smiled and told me that I was getting pretty big for that sort of thing. I told him I loved him and I loved it when he would hold me.
"He lit a cigarette and when he was holding it in his hand, I picked up his hand and put the cigarette to my mouth, inhaling a puff. He laughed and then I saw him looking at my robe, it was wide open and my naked breasts were staring him right in the face.
"All of a sudden I could feel the movement under my bottom and I knew that he was getting a hard-on. It delighted me that I could do that to him. He kept staring and then he touched them lightly with his hands. He looked at me like a sick calf.
"Joanie, honey,' he said, 'your breasts are beautiful. I had no idea. You are naked, too, I had no idea of that.'
"I was trembling because all of a sudden I knew what was going to happen and I was so hot I wanted it to happen. I shifted on his lap and he was touching my breasts and then he put his mouth over one of my nipples and I gasped as his tongue teased the hard, tingling flesh. I started coming right then and there. There was a hot, trickling sensation between my legs and it was the nicest sensation I had ever felt. He was kissing my breast and mouthing them and I was shaking as bad as he was. He stood up and carried me as though I were a child. He was kissing my breasts all the time. He put me down on his bed and I could tell that he was so stirred up and so hot he just didn't care who he was playing with. I was girl and he needed girl.
"When he settled me upon his bed my robe fell open and the rest of me was visible to him. He sure looked, too. He put his hand between my legs and that did it. I came all over myself and then it was the same with me. He was man and I needed man.
"He settled down onto the bed with me and began kissing my mouth and my breasts. Then he put his mouth between my legs and I almost died with Acosta's. He started licking me there and I could feel his tongue inside of me. Then he was tonguing my clit and I began spilling myself wide open. He kept it up and kept it up and I was moaning and writhing until I couldn't get my breath. Then he did something special with his tongue and the damndest orgasm shook me like I was a leaf in a windstorm. I couldn't move or speak or anything. He stayed down there a long time after that while I lay limp and sobbing with sweet Acosta's. Then he stretched his body on top of me and I felt his big hard-on sliding in between my legs and that turned me inside out.
"I went wild with lust and got my heels hooked around his back. I was screeching in his ear, saying lots of bad things. I was telling him to give it to me, to fuck me fast, fuck me hard, and please give it to me. He gave it to me and I began battling him and we were thrusting and banging our hips together until I felt him swelling and spurting. I came with him and it was sheer heaven. He collapsed on top of me and I just held him to me, stroking his head, glorying in the sweet release that he had given to me. He was limp and heavy on me for a long time, then he rolled off of me and he sat up.
"He was looking at me and had a big smile on his face and I was glad that he didn't seem to be the least bit sorry.
"Joanie' he said, 'you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever tasted. The tightest, too.'
"I'm glad you like my cunt,' I said, smiling at him.
"He bent down and kissed me on the mouth and I soul-kissed him. He told me to say it again, he liked hearing me say such naughty words. So I said it to him, all the while I was kissing him.
"Cunt, cunt, cunt,' I said. 'I'm glad you like to suck my cunt. I'm glad you like to fuck me in my cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt. I like to say it. I love to say it.'
"He sat up again and I saw that his cock was as hard as hell and standing out stiff and straight. He still had his pants on and looking at the red, round head of his cock, seeing the goo coming out of it, I got so hot I couldn't breathe. I pulled his mouth down against mine again and I kissed him hotly, and with lots of tongue.
"You sucked my cunt,' I said, whispering. 'I want to suck your cock. I want to suck your cock so bad.'
"He laughed and then he was holding me in his arms and his kisses were like firecrackers. He let me go and slid off of the bed. He got his pants off and I could see his big balls hanging between his legs. His cock looked a mile long and when he crawled onto the bed, I slid down between his legs and took his cock into my mouth while my hands began tickling his dangling balls. I guess it was just too much for him because he almost drowned me, and in spite of my swallowing, he just kept gushing. I was tickling his balls and I could feel his whole body shaking violently, but I didn't stop. I just kept right on sucking him and after the flood stopped, he kept giving milk in tiny little drops which kept coming out of him all the while I was sucking him. Then he started shaking again and I knew what to expect. When the flood came again I was prepared for it and I knew that I had found something that I would never be content to be without.
"He sort of slid forward and flopped on his face on the bed after that second time. He laid there for a long time, panting and gasping for breath and it took him a long time to calm down.
"When he was able to sit up, he lit a cigarette and then he gave me one. He kept looking at me like he couldn't believe what he saw. He asked me finally where I had learned to suck cock. I gave him a big, innocent stare and I told him that I didn't really know how but J was willing to learn because I knew that he enjoyed it so much. He didn't answer that one. I stretched and my legs fell apart and he put his hand down there. I was soaked and he just laughed and said that I had sure had one hell of a good time when I was blowing him. I must have come a dozen times. I pouted and I told him that I would have had even more fun if he had been sucking my cunt while I was sucking his cock. He laughed and said that I was probably right. He got up then and he went out of the bedroom and I just laid there, too weak to move.
"A few minutes later he came back into the room and he was all dressed up. He told me that he was going out on a date but he would be home early. That disappointed me because I had wanted to have some more fun.
'"Is she prettier than I am?' I asked him, pouting.
"He shook his head arid he was smiling broadly.
"Do you suck her cunt, too?' I asked.
"No,' he said. 'The only cunt I'll suck for some time now is that sweet little cunt you've got between your legs.'
"I sat up and I begged him not to go out. We could have lots more fun. He kissed me and told me he had to go. It was business.
"Some business,' I said, angrily.
"He laughed and turned away from me.
"Honey,' he said, 'you be in my bed when I get home and I'll prove to you that it was business.'
"That made me feel better. He left then and as soon as I heard the door close behind him, I fell sound asleep. I slept for several hours and when I woke up, I remembered that my father had screwed me and all the rest of it. I got up and went into the living room and I watched television and masturbated while I waited for him to come home to me again.
"I was watching the late news when he came home. He saw me sitting with my knees up under by chin and I was giving him a good look at what all men like to see. He laughed and sat down in front of my crotch and then he really gave me what for and I came all over his face and he just loved it.
"We went to bed in his bed that night and he let me suck him just as much as I wanted to. We tried the sixty-nine and that was a real ball. I just couldn't stop coming all the while we were doing it and I made him come three times before we finally called a halt. I slept that night in his arms and from then on I slept in his bed every night.
"We settled down to a life of uninhibited sex. He liked it best when I blew him, because he was afraid that I would get pregnant, but that was my favorite sport, too, so it all worked out just fine. During one of the long, lazy afternoons we spent in bed he tried easing it into my back hole and that gave me such a big thrill I just went wild and he came in me in a hurry. He said that I liked that very much and probably had a very sensitive asshole. He put his tongue in there one day and found out just how sensitive it was.
"We got around to a lot of things. One day he spanked me playfully, because I sucked him and made him come too quickly and he liked it to last a long, long time. He told me that I was a greedy little minx and he was going to whip my ass. He took off his slipper and began walloping my bare ass with it and that really turned me inside out. I started coming all over myself and when he wanted to stop I begged him to keep it up. He did and then he finally gave me just enough and I had the biggest, best orgasm I had ever had.
"We were both amazed. But he knew all about that stuff. He said that that kind of thing did wonders for him. He told me that he knew a pretty little girl in a brothel and she would do it for him once in a while. He said that he paid her fifty dollars for giving him a real going over with whips. I asked him why I couldn't do it for him. He stared at me and then he laughed. He was sure that I had inherited my depravity from him. He told me more, too, about how the girl would whip him and abuse him and pee in his face while he laid in a bathtub and then she would make him eat her for a while. Then she would whip him again and then sodomize him with a dildo. Just listening to him got me hot all over again and I had to eat his cock for a while so I could cool down.
"I told him I would like to try and do for him all the things that the girl did and maybe he could do the same for me. He liked that idea and a few days later he brought home some whips and I did it just like he told me to, and he had himself a ball. Then he gave me a whipping, too, and I went clear out of my mind with that kind of sex. The blazing, bursting, sensual sensations that the whips brought alive in my crotch were like nothing I'd ever even dreamed of and I'd had lots of wild dreams. After that we took turns whipping hell out of each other.
"One night he came home with a mysterious looking box and he wouldn't tell me what was in it until after we had eaten. Then he opened it and took out a really beautiful dildo. The thing looked just like a stiff prick with a nice set of balls and a flesh-colored harness. Daddy dear got his rear-end really roiled up that night. He liked it in front of a mirror so that he could watch me ramming it to him and he got his wish. He used it on me, too and it was wonderful. We settled down into a beautiful life, filled with lots of thrills and wonderful experiences. And we were very much in love with each other. There were lots of tender times when I would lie in his arms and he would love me and hold me and kiss me and I liked that very much, almost as much as the wild sex stuff.
"When I had to go back to school, I didn't spend as much time with Bert as I would like, mainly because he was very busy with his work and I was in school most of the time. I met this lovely little brunette in school and she sort of latched on to me. She had a real inferiority complex but she was truly beautiful. She was so sweet and shy that it hurt to look at her. She took a fancy to me for some reason and she latched on to me and I couldn't shake her. She would come home with me after school and we would do homework and I really pushed her around but she just took it and kept coming back for more.
"My father met her one afternoon and he liked her. I could tell, just by watching his face. I could understand why. Minnie was a mouse, but she was a pretty mouse. My father had an-eye for beauty. She liked him, too. When he went out she told me that my father was very handsome, and so young.
"I don't know why, but I started asking Minnie questions about sex and she kind of choked up. She said that she was afraid of boys. But she said that she had tried sex with a girl friend who visited with her once and she had liked that very much. She was blushing deeply as she admitted that.
"You mean that you like making love to a girl?' I asked.
"She blushed even deeper but she said that that was the way she was and she just couldn't help herself. She didn't bother with boys. She didn't really bother with anyone much. But she had met me and she liked me and she hoped that I would be her friend. I looked into her pretty face and I imagined what it might be like to have that pretty face between my legs and I started to shake. I stood up and I crooked my finger at her.
"You come with me, Minnie,' I said.
"She got up and she followed me. We went into the bathroom. I closed the door behind us and then I sat down just like I was going to pee. But I didn't. I slid my bottom out to the edge of the seat and I spread my legs real wide. I looked up at her and I told her what to do.
"Get down here and eat me, Minnie. I'm hot as hell, now hurry.'
"She sort of sobbed and her face broke up. She gave a little moan and then she dropped to her knees in front of me and then she had her hot little mouth all over my slit and that little girl really knew her job. She turned me inside out and I was gasping for breath and close to fainting when "she finally stopped and sat huddled in front of me shivering and twitching because of her own passions. I sat for a moment and then I peed anyway. I stood up and I was weak on my feet. I pulled my panties up and flushed the toilet.
"That was very nice, Minnie,' I told her. 'I enjoyed it. Now come along.'
"She got up and we went back to fee living room. She was very pale and her eyes were glowing like embers in a snow field. She didn't say anything for a long time. Then it was time for her to go home. She stood at the door and she wanted to say something but she was rather hesitant. Finally she got it said.
"You don't hate me because I'm like that, Joanie?' she asked.
"Lord, no, honey,' I said. I'm happy that you can do that for me. I liked it, I liked it very much.'
"She gave me a very shy smile then and looked happy.
"I'm glad,' she said simply. 'I like doing it to you.'
"She flashed me a happy smile and then went out. When Bert came home that night he mentioned what a pretty thing Minnie was and I told him feat she was a Les. He blinked and asked how I knew. I told him all about what she had done for me. He sat there at the table with his eyes gleaming and then he asked me if I could arrange it so that he could watch us when we got at it. I said sure. Anytime. I asked him if he was going to feed her some cock and he said he sure would like to. And, if I was the sweet little daughter he thought I was, I would help him.
"The idea of seeing Minnie getting the whole works did tickle me. It made me hot as hell and Bert had to do something about me right then and there. He led me into fee bedroom and we had us a quick sixty-nine and that sort of put my brains back into gear.
"Poor Minnie. She never had a chance. The following Saturday afternoon I invited her over to the house and I let her have just enough of my pussy to get her real hot. Then I suggested feat we both take all of our clothes off and I would play wife her while she worked on my cunt. She went for feat. She was gorgeous wife her clothes off. Her breasts were small but beautifully shaped wife little red nipples and her hips were wide and rounded and her little cunt was beautiful. She was really something truly lovely. She went right after my pussy and she had me in orbit in a hurry. She got me so hot and so worked up I forgot all about fee plan and I was just as startled as Minnie when Bert walked in on us and coughed.
"Minnie moved liked a scared rabbit and she was in no position to deny anything. Her lips were smeared with the thick juices of my crotch and she just sat up and began to cry. She sort of went to pieces. She had such a terrible time of it, I actually felt sorry for her. I reached out and pulled her into my arms and I tried to soothe her.
"Bert sat down in a chair close to the bed and he just examined poor Minnie's naked body very candidly. She was so upset she had no awareness of her position. She had her legs wide open and Bert was looking at her cunt and he sure liked what he was seeing. I kept trying to get Minnie to stop crying. I was telling her that Bert wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't going to say anything to anybody. Minnie blubbered in my arms and she just wouldn't stop crying. I finally shook her and I told her to shut the hell up. Things weren't as bad as she thought. She stopped bawling and she looked at Bert and then at me and her face flamed as she closed her legs and she tried to hide her pretty boobs.
"But he's your father,' she said, nervously. 'lle'll tell my mother. The shock would kill her. I can't let him do that.'
"You live with your mother?' Bert asked her.
"She nodded and she told us that her mother was always working and she was alone much of the time so she had chosen me for her friend and now we had gotten into trouble simply because she loved me so much. She didn't realize that I Was stark-naked in front of my father and I wasn't making any attempt to cover up.
"Bert asked her if she didn't like men and she said that she didn't really know. She had only done sexual things with girls. Bert came over and he sat on the bed. He put his hand between her legs and the way she was squirming I knew that he had his fingers in her and they were really working nicely. I was still hugging her and when Bert asked her if she didn't like what he was doing to her, she shivered and a big smile made her face beautiful.
"Oh, yes,' she said, passionately. 'Oh, my, yes.'
"Bert kept his fingers working in her cunt and a moment later she began shaking all over the place and she opened her legs wide and she began coming with a shuddering spasm that shook her to pieces. Bert shifted his position and then he had her little twat in his mouth and he sure put that girl on cloud nine in a hurry. I was hugging her and kissing her and she just tore herself apart with the wildest frenzies I had ever seen. I had thought that I was a ball of fire, but Minnie just lost everything and her whole body seethed with sheer lust and carnal pleasures. Bert worked on her for as long as an hour at least, and then he got up and while I held her in my arms, he gave it to her. That little pussy of hers slid right down over his big hard-on and then the two of them got locked into a crazy session of hip-swinging fucking and I could see Bert's whole rear caving in as he came. Man, what a load he pumped into that little girl. She was clutching him, panting and wheezing and she was sobbing too.
"When he pulled out, he looked at me and I went right down on her and she had the sweetest little box I have ever encountered. She was moaning and her hips just couldn't stay still and Bert was kissing her mouth and she was holding him and tonguing his mouth like crazy and when I made her pop she whinnied just like a little horse and then she sort of slumped and Bert held her to him in a gentle embrace while I feasted shamelessly on her lovely young flesh.
"Minnie became our little friend after that. She was very happy for the attention we gave her and no matter what we wanted to do to her, it was just fine with her. She even liked the whips. But she liked Bert to give her a whipping and then, while she was still in the throes of the orgasms it induced in her, she liked to blow him while I gave her some more whip to increase her ardor. She really was a wild one.
"I guess that Minnie and I were friends for four years, which means that Bert was enjoying both of us for all that time. Then something happened to Minnie's mother's job and she moved away from us. We got letters from her telling us how much she missed us and about a year after that we got a letter telling us that she was getting married and after that, nothing.
"Bert and I were still living in complete bliss and I was quite grown up and I was having my problems with boys. Bert kept telling me that I should get married. He said no matter how much fun we were able to have, a girl needed a husband, a guy who would support her and give her a home. That sounded good but I didn't want to give up my life with Bert. When he pointed out to me that I might not have to, I began to look around. After all, a girl could always visit her father; There wasn't anything wrong with that.
"I dated a lot of guys and none of them suited me as a partner, or a husband. Then I met Virgil.
"He worked at the same place that I did and he was a very nice looking boy, blonde and very gentle in his ways. He was almost effeminate, really, but I liked him. I liked him very much, mainly because he so obviously loved me and worshiped me. When Bert met him he said he thought Virgil might be a bit gay, but it never showed up with me. He was always the soul of politeness and gentleness with me and when he asked me to marry him, I promised that I would think it over. Virgil came from a very wealthy family and I was sure that we would always be able to pay the rent.
"I talked it all over with Bert and it was finally decided that I would marry Virgil and Bert and I would still keep up our life together. Bert was, in fact, quite pleased about my marriage. I was quite pleased too because Virgil's folks gave us a lovely home and life looked very happy for us. I discovered on our wedding night that Virgil was no ball of fire in bed. He laid me and slobbered over my breasts and that was that. I settled for that because I always had Bert to go to for the type of lovemaking that I had to have.
"Virgil's idea of a good sex life was a joke. We would get into bed and he would kiss me a few times, then he would kiss my breasts and suck the nipples a bit while he used his fingers to rub me between my legs. Then he would put it into me and wriggle a few times and that was it.
"Consequently, the first afternoon I got to spend with Bert, I was wild for the type of sex that we knew and loved and I sure got more than I bargained for because Bert was all stored up and he was as horny as hell. Our session took place in the old apartment and we had the whips, the blow jobs, the whole works. It got to be so good that I knew I couldn't leave Bert and his lovely cock so when it was about dinner time I called Virgil and told him that I was visiting my father and that he wasn't feeling too well. Watching Bert stroking his big hard-on, I felt awful. He had never felt better. I told Virgil that I might stay the night with my father and sort of look after him. He agreed that that was the right thing for me to do so I just climbed back into bed with Bert and we went back to balling. We kept it up all damned night, that's how starved we were. When we were exhausted, we simply went to sleep in each other's arms.
"Virgil walked in and found us like that in the morning. In our frenzy for sex we had both forgotten that Virgil had a key to the apartment. Bert had given it to him just before we got married so that he could let me in at night, and he would have a key in case he was asked to get anything for me. He used it that morning and when I woke up he was sitting in the chair beside the bed crying like a little boy. Bert woke up, too, because Virgil was snuffling and making a lot of noise. Bert got out of bed and got into his robe and then he asked me to fix some coffee for all of us. Then he dealt with Virgil. I don't know what he said, exactly, but Virgil wasn't crying any more. In fact, he looked to be quite pleased.
; "I've had a little talk with Virgil,' Bert said smiling. I've explained things to him and he is very much relieved about things, aren't you, Virgil?'
"My husband looked up at Bert adoringly and he actually lisped.
"Oh, my, yes,' he said, happily. 'I am very much relieved.'
"Bert looked at me and grinned. He explained to me that Virgil was a delicate type, and he was not really geared to handle girls. He would rather have a nice big fat cock to suck than anything else in the world and Bert had promised that Virgil could do himself a lot of good by just keeping his damned mouth shut and enjoying life.
"Virgil sat in the chair and he was beaming at me. I got sore. He had been conquered so easily. I started to berate him but Bert told me to keep quiet. We would have to be very good to Virgil and perhaps if he moved in with us, he could be helpful in putting things into their proper niche. We could start right away. He asked me to call in and report Virgil sick. Then we would have some breakfast and then begin to have some fun. I went and made the call and then I went back to fixing breakfast. Virgil and Bert came out to the table and they were smiling at each other like lovers. Bert told me that I would not have to worry about Virgil at all any more. He understood people like Virgil and he would take care of everything.
"That was a most amazing day. Bert went after Virgil like a conqueror. He got out a whip and he gave Virgil a hell of a going over and my stalwart husband loved it. Bert strapped on the dildo and screwed him up the ass and Virgil went wild with delight. His dick was spending all over the place and when Bert sat down and had Virgil kneel beside him, he patted Virgil's head like a dog's, while I knelt and blew Bert several times.
"I learned a lot about my husband that day. When Bert told him to go down on me and eat me, he did it and that boy had all kinds of talent when it came to that. He just had to be driven and Bert knew it. My Virgil performed splendidly and I was quite proud of him. Bert finally gave him his reward-and he knelt and blew Bert, while Bert ate me. I just didn't understand any of it. But, I loved all of it. And I have been loving every minute of my life ever since.
"Bert moved in with us and we are a very happy little group. Perhaps it is a shame that Bert should have to be my father, but I don't think about it. I am happy with my husband and my father and we live a life of complete freedom with each other. Bert sometimes likes to blow Virgil and I don't mind. They are very virile men and there is always enough for me. There are those I suppose who would criticize, but nothing bothers me. My feeling is that everyone should live as well as we do. I am grateful to Bert for opening so many doors of pleasure to me. Without him and his guidance I would probably be a dull little housewife having no fun at all. I'd die if I had to live a life like that."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Whatever Lola Wants
There are many species that devour their young and while such cannibalism is regarded as the height of horrible acts, there are many parents who have a tendency to devour their young, and this is what can happen, psychically, when a parent seduces or exploits a child for sexual pleasures. There are many unfortunate cases where this has actually occurred. The facts would tend to show, however, that such exploitation can be a desired relationship and when this happens the sexuality unleashed can often be without any controls whatsoever and it is difficult, even for the psychiatrist, to understand how there can be any real pleasure involved.
Unfortunately, anyone can be a parent and there is never any way of knowing or predicting just what can happen in a parent-child relationship. That incest can and does develop is pretty well established, but there are many instances wherein the crime of incest is but one element of abuse and the child is exploited for the edification or sensual pleasure of its parent. When such a state develops, the two can often live together for years in a state that is relatively pleasant for both parties concerned. Too, in spite of abuses forced upon the young, the child can develop a liking for the abuses and thrive under such acts.
Ronnie T. is twenty-four and a machine operator in a factory. He is going to night school in order to better his education. Unmarried, he is the product of an incestuous relationship that developed between himself and his very pretty and very young mother. He suspects that he was born out of wedlock because his mother was fifteen when he was born and he has never known a father. He was always impressed by his mother's exceptional beauty and his life with her he regards as a period of great joy and actual bliss.
"Lola, my mother, was always very beautiful,' he says. "She is a brunette with big brown eyes, a warm arid gentle smile and she always made me know how very much she loved me. She has a very wonderful figure, and ever since I can remember men have been after her, but she never seemed to care much about any one man.
"We lived in New York when I was born and I guess she must have worked some, but it seems to me that she was. always with me. I think the times that I remember best were the times when Lola would bathe me. When that took place she was always telling me how much she loved me and I know I liked to hear that.
"We moved from the East and finally settled down here, and life was very pleasant. You see, Lola was very pretty and when other kids would come to our house they were always telling me about it, and I liked hearing that, too.
"But while I was growing up, Lola made my daily bath a big thing and she was always playing with my privates, bathing them, and powdering them and she would sit and play with my sexual parts for hours after I had been bathed. After I became older, around ten or eleven, I used to enjoy that part of the bath best of all.
"One evening Lola was playing with my genitals while I was lying on the bed. I was a big boy and I know that I had long ago protested that I could take a bath by myself, but she had cried and said that that was her major pleasure and she couldn't give it up. She had cried so hard and so much, I never mentioned it again. By the time I was twelve, I liked having my pretty mother play with my parts. She would sit beside me on the bed and stroke my prick and she told me one day that she was making it grow, because a man needed a large sexual organ if he was to make a wife happy.
"This one evening I was in bed and she was kneeling down between my legs and her fingers were fondling my balls and the other hand was very slowly jerking me off. It got to be a very pleasurable sensation and I tried to stop her because I knew that she was doing something that was bad. She smiled when I tried to stop her. She asked me if it was beginning to feel nice and when I nodded her smile just got bigger and bigger. Then she told me that as long as I was getting to be a big boy, she was going to try to help me grow a bigger penis in the nicest way. She was going to take it into her mouth and suck on it, because sucking on it made it grow.
"You will like it when Mother sucks you,' she said, still smiling, 'but that's quite all right. You are supposed to like it and the nicer it feels while I'm doing it, the better it is working. Will you remember?"
I nodded and then she bent her head and gobbled everything into her mouth and that felt awfully nice right away. After a while she had to ease off because I got a hard-on. She seemed to like the appearance of my cock because she smiled as she started to suck on it. She was sliding it in and out in her mouth and I could feel the strong pull she was exerting and it felt like she was sucking my blood out. I mean, I could feel stuff trickling in my dick, like I was peeing, but it wasn't that.
"She slid her mouth off of it and she sat up straight. She grinned and then she asked me if I liked what she was doing. I told her that I did, that it felt awful good. She kissed me and she said that it was supposed to feel good. Then she went back to sucking it and it felt nicer and nicer and after a while I began to feel a beautiful sensation in my balls and in my cock and all between my legs. The pain just got nicer and nicer and I couldn't keep my legs still. Then it was over and my mother lifted her head and looked like she was half-asleep. She kissed me on the mouth and hugged me and seemed very happy.
"Did my baby like that?' she asked
"I sure had liked it and I told her so. She laughed and said that I should go to sleep and she would give me another treatment after she bathed me the next night and every night.
"I was knowledgeable enough to know that what my mother was doing with me every night wasn't the right thing to do, but I was not going to complain. She did it to me every night and it got to be better and better and I knew that she was sucking fluid out of me and swallowing it all the time, but it got so that I lived for the nocturnal sessions after my bath.
"As time passed my mother changed, kind of. She was being affected differently by what she was doing and so was I. When I was fifteen I had no illusions about what my mother was doing and I was able to perform pretty well for her.
She would still bathe me and I was a big boy with a big cock and a big set of balls and we both pretended that we weren't really aware of exactly what was going on.
"Lola never did let me grow pubic hair. She began shaving my genitals when it first started coming in. She said she didn't want her little boy growing up too fast. So, she would bathe me and then rub her depilatory lotion all over my crotch and I never did have any hair there. But this one night, Lola got onto the bed with me, and began playing with my cock and my balls. I got an enormous hard-on and she began stroking it and admiring it. While nothing startling had changed overnight, or anything like that, I think it was a case of her realizing that she was playing with a cock that was fully developed.
"She bent her head and started sucking it and something about the fact that she was a pretty girl got to me and I started pumping juice in a hurry. She just shivered and moaned and tried to suck me so hard that it began to hurt. She kept on sucking for a long time after I came, and then she lifted her face and she stared at me with a funny expression. I realized that she was as hot as she could be. She was sexually aroused and it was tearing her to pieces. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"Baby,' she said quietly, breathing funny as she talked, 'I think it's about time we had a talk. You know that I am sucking you off all the time, don't you?'
"I nodded, too shaken by the orgasm I had had to do much talking. She smiled and her hand was wrapped around my cock and she was slowly moving it up and down.
"I love you so much, Ronnie,' she said, 'but I love your cock. And I am going to go right on sucking you off. I can't help it. I love doing it to you. And now you have grown up and you come to your cream beautifully. That's what I want, Ronnie. I can't help it, that's the way I am.'
"I know,' I said. I was smiling. 'I'm glad, because I like what we do, too.'
"She kissed me again and went after it again. She was different after that. She would use her tongue and her mouth and she was impossible to satisfy. She would lick my crotch and my balls and she would stick her tongue in my anus and I liked that. Then she would start sucking and keep at it until she couldn't get any more out of me. Then she would let me sleep.
"That was every night and I really loved the way she did things. She began feeding me high potency vitamins and started studying up on health foods and things like that. She made me eat all kinds of crazy foods and nuts and stuff like that, but it sure worked on me. I had a hard-on all the damned time. When I was in school there wasn't anything that I could do about it, but she made me wear a silk ribbon harness that held my cock tightly against my belly so that no one could tell I had a rail on. But it worked out all right. It became apparent that I had no pubic hair and when anyone noticed I simply said that it had never grown and I had no stubble there, just clear skin, so who could say no?
"But after I began to feel the effects of the special diet and health foods that Lola was feeding me, she would have to do something about me as soon as I got home from school. And she was always glad to help me.
"I would walk into the house and plop down in a kitchen chair and she would kneel and take my cock out and then she would pull me down till I could walk around with a hard-on for a while. Lots of times she would have to make me come about three times before I was all right.
"After dinner and homework it was time for my bath and she would get me all steamed up again and then spend a couple of hours sucking me till I was finally emptied out. She sure knew what she was doing when it came to keeping me in a state of permanent heat. I found out later on that she had studied all about that during the years when I was growing up.
"My sixteenth birthday was a sort of turning point. We had a nice birthday party for me with a cake and candles and the whole works. Some of the kids I went to school with came over in the afternoon and we had the cake and some games and Lola was all dressed up and I knew that the guys were envying me my lovely young mother, because they were all looking at her with admiring glances. I looked at her, too, and I realized that she had a very nice figure. Her breasts seemed to be very pretty and quite large. She had a very narrow waist and a nice round bottom and long, beautiful legs. She was wearing nylons and high heels and she really was a knockout.
"She saw me looking at her and she smiled and raised her eyebrows. She seemed to know that I was admiring her and it pleased her. She served us ice cream and cake and then we played some more games and then the party broke up and Lola and I were alone. She sat at the table with me, having a cup of coffee and a cigarette. She smiled at me and then she reached out and patted my hand.
"Did you have a nice day, dear?' she asked.
"I told her that I had had a very nice day and thanked her for the party. She patted my hand some more and then she told me that she had some other nice things planned for me. She reached out and touched my crotch and I had gotten a hard-on just looking at her and she laughed and she took me by the hand and pulled me up onto my feet. She said that it was time for me to take a nap and I knew what that meant and so did she. She was going to undress me and then she would spend a couple of hours sucking me dry.
"But things were different that day. Instead of taking me into my bedroom, she led me into hers. She undressed me and then she pushed me down onto her bed. She lost no time in sucking me off and she made me give her a couple of big loads and then she let me rest. She lit a cigarette and handed it to me. She smiled when I took it and she sat for a moment staring into my eyes. I could see the love and affection for me shining there.
"Do you think I'm pretty, dear?' she asked me. She was sitting on the bed in her pretty clothes and she looked beautiful.
"Yes" Mama,' I said. 'You are beautiful.'
"That made her smile. She patted my cheek and began talking to me. She said that I was sixteen and very much a man, so she was going to begin treating me like a man. Always, she had withheld herself and I had never even seen her even partially undressed. That was all going to change now. I was not only going to become well-acquainted with her body, I was going to learn how to give her pleasure, too. And I was going to stop calling her Mama. Henceforth I was going to call her Lola. Would I like to live like that? Was she kidding? Just hearing her talk like that got me so hot I was laying there with a big hard-on. She saw it and laughed.
"She bent down and started kissing me hotly, passionately. Her one hand was playing with my dick and I got so excited I came and I felt the hot drops on my belly and my legs. She felt it in her hand and stopped kissing me. She turned around and sucked the last of it out of my dick, then she licked the drops up.
"She told me that she knew that she was terrible and that she was depraved, but she couldn't help herself. She said that she would do terrible things to me, anything to make me give her more juice, and she was going to make sure that we always stayed together so that she could enjoy her lovely young man.
"She lit another cigarette and then she put the bed Hghts on and in the glow of the soft lamps she was unbelievably lovely. She sat and looked at me, her smile happy and gay. She tried to explain herself to me and she said that over the years her depravity had bred an insatiable appetite in her for the products of my loins. She said that lot of girls became especially fond of semen and that it did wonderful things for the female. She was sorry that she was the way she was, but there wasn't anything that she could do about it and she knew that she would abuse me shamefully but that was the way she was, too.
"All of the things that she was trying to explain, I knew about anyway, so I couldn't understand her desire to explain. She went on and said that things were going to be different starting right away. Then she stood up and she took her dress off. She was standing there in her lacy bra and I could just glimpse the creamy-white flesh of her breasts. Her panties were fancy, too, and they were soaked at the crotch. She saw my glance there and she smiled. Her thighs were softly rounded and very pretty. They were wet, too. She came back to me on the bed and she knelt beside me.
"Girls come, too,' she said, smiling. ''very much like boys do. And, every time I make you come, I do it, too. That's why I'm so wet. You'll learn.'
"Then she went after my dick again and knelt between my legs. 'I could see the firmness of the tops of her breasts and just looking at her like that made me pump out like crazy. She had herself a beautiful time.
"It got so that she couldn't get another drop out of me and my cock wilted in her mouth. She didn't get sore. She stopped with the sucking and she said that I could rest for a little while. She went to the bathroom and took a shower. When she came back to me, she Was wearing a bathrobe. She lit a cigarette and sat down on the chair close to the bed. She was facing me and she told me to sit up. When I did, she made me sit on the edge of the bed facing her. She asked me then if I wanted to learn how to love her breasts and when I nodded, she asked me to open her robe and she would show me how. I opened her robe and her breasts were lovely, pert things, springing straight out from her chest. The nipples were hard and red and when she caught my hands and put them against the lovely flesh, she moaned and gasped and drew her breath in sharply. She began to shake and she smiled at me.
"I'm coming," she said, softly. "I can't help it. It's just so nice. Oh, squeeze them. Squeeze them hard and I'll come again. Oh, that's it. That's it.'
"She sort of sat up and she taught me how to suck her breasts and use my hands on them. I i
loved doing that to her. While I was sucking her breasts, she was holding my head in her arms and she was saying things to me in a soft, whispering tone.
"I love to have you suck my breasts, and later, you will learn how to suck me between my legs. That is so nice for a girl. You will do it, won't you, darling?'
"I could not have spoken just then if my life depended upon it but I nodded my head and she gave a soft, warm laugh of pure joy.
"A few moments later she let my head go and I was able to move again. She told me to get down on the floor so that she could let me look at her between her legs. She smiled and said that she hoped I was the type of boy who liked cunt. That's exactly what she said. Once I got down on my knees between her legs and looked at the delicate little slit between her legs I sure turned out to be a boy who loved it. She coached me and when I tasted her sexual flesh I went nuts and started coming all over the place and no one was even touching me.
"I just couldn't do enough to please her. She laid back in her chair and for a while she told me just what to do with my tongue and my Ups and how to suck at her flesh and then she just lost all interest in talking. I knew that she was haying beautiful spasms every time she would come and I was enjoying every minute of it. I'm sure that I, spent at least an hour with her lovely little pussy. She stopped me finally, and then we got onto the bed and I learned all about the sixty-nine and we spent hours at that, until we were both too exhausted to move.
"I think we both slept for a while. I know I did. She woke me up to tell me that it was time for our dinner. She had already fixed it. We ate in an embarrassed silence but afterwards, she wanted to talk, and she told me that she had always been a hot piece and she could never get enough of sex. She would be impossible to satisfy, but from then on we were going to have sex, sex and more sex. She didn't care whether I liked it that way or not. That was the way it was going to be. That was fine with me and I said so.
"After that we went back to bed and the sixty-nine again. That night I slept with her and I always did from then on. But things began to change. There was a streak of cruelty in Lola and it began to come out. She was demanding and always hard to please.
"She began teaching me a lot of sexual tricks. She liked it when I fucked her and she would go wild with frenzy when I would come in her. After it was all over, she would make me suck it all out of her and kiss her and deliver it to her. She liked that little trick very much. I didn't at first, but then I just didn't mind any more. I told her that I could use a rubber if she was so worried about losing some of her precious nectar but she wouldn't have that. She said it did beautiful things to her when I came in her and she didn't want to give that up.
"It got so that nothing I did was ever enough. Her depravity began to increase. She began acting like she hated me and that upset me horribly. She was always at my crotch trying to drag more and more of the cream she loved so much out of me. Sometimes she would get so hot that she would be on fire for days. I could always tell when she got like that. As soon as I'd get home from school, she would make me kneel at her feet while she sat and played with herself. When she was close to coming I would have to take her sex in my mouth and suck her as hard as I could while she had her orgasm. I was never able to suck her hard enough. She told me that she was going to buy a whip and use it on me and then I'd suck the way she wanted me to. She did buy a whip and she drove me crazy with it, because it turned out that I liked that.
"She was still massaging my loins and keeping me hairless down there and when she was going to whip me, she would rub my buttocks and my genitals with a lotion that she had bought and that would make every nerve-end so sensitive that she could blow her breath on my genitals and I would almost come. That's what that damned lotion could do. She got into the habit of whipping me whenever she felt like it. She would use the whips on me for any reason. Maybe I made her come too quickly, maybe I didn't do it exactly as she wanted me to do it, or maybe I was a few minutes late getting home from school. Any reason would get me a whipping. But I didn't mind, I loved the heavy, sensual sensations that I could enjoy while she was doing it to me and she knew it.
"One night, when she was in a very loving mood and I had pleased her very much, she told me that she was sorry she abused me so much but she couldn't help herself. She got sexually stimulated and very much excited erotically by abusing me. I knew it, and I told her that I loved her. I would always love her, and she could do anything that she pleased with me. She laughed softly and then kissed me. She told me that she probably would do anything.
"One night about a week later, she was in a rage and whipped me severely. She got very angry because she had made me come a couple of times with the whips and that infuriated her, so she told me that she wanted me in the bathroom right away. She was blazing with sexual excitement and she made me lie down on the floor of the shower. She stood above me, her feet far apart and then she giggled. She pissed all over me then and when she was doing it, she giggled again. I didn't really mind that, but when she knelt on top of my face and ordered me to suck her off, that made me feel bad. She liked urinating all over me and that became a favorite trick of hers. And she got into the habit of beating me with an insane fury while I was sucking her. It got so that I dreaded making her come because while she was coming, she would whip me with a frenzy that not only popped me but nearly drove me out of my skull with exaggerated and unbearable sensual ecstasies.
"Lola got worse and worse. She liked to keep me in the house all day on Saturdays and Sundays and she would tie strings around my genitals so that they would be puffy and stick out and she was always stinging them with the whips. But, in spite of all of the things that she did to me, I loved her and I never wanted to leave her. I adored her and I didn't think of her as my mother.
"She was a leech, of course. Every night she would take my cock in her mouth and keep sucking it long after I had fallen asleep, too exhausted and worn out by her hungers to stay awake.
"We lived like that for several years and then Lola began to change again. She started going out with guys and I knew that she was putting out for them. After all, I was always tasting my own semen when I would empty her cunt and kiss her so that she could salvage it, so I knew what was going on, but she never let me say anything about it. I just kept my mouth shut and went on with my schooling and my strange life with my beautiful and depraved mother. "
"Then she met this guy Eddie. I liked Eddie. He was a big guy and he had a store. He liked Lola and they went together for a long time. But it appeared that they weren't having sex, because when Lola would come home from a date with him and demand that I suck her for a while, she was always nice and clean. She would make me entertain her for a while, then she wanted a sixty-nine and then she would lie down on the bed and suck on me while I drifted off to sleep. It was that way every night, but during the daytime and the weekends, she was just as vicious as ever.
"She and Eddie kept going together and after about a year of that, she told me that she and Eddie were thinking of getting married. She said that Eddie liked me and he would be glad to keep me with them always so I would really not have to worry about anything.
"The idea of her getting married disturbed me and she just laughed at me. Then she told me that Eddie was going to come and spend the following weekend with us. When I just stared at her, she gave me one of her big smiles and I didn't say anything more. But I worried about Eddie coming to visit.
"He came home with her on Friday evening and she fixed a nice dinner for us. She looked awfully excited and sort of glowing and she seemed sexually aroused, very much so. I couldn't understand that. Eddie kept looking at me and at her and he was always smiling.
"My mother was working at that time and she had met Eddie at her job. During the years when I was growing up, she hadn't worked and I discovered eventually that her folks had left her pretty well-fixed, but she had finally taken a job because she wanted to get out and see more of the world.
"That's how she found Eddie. They were lucky because the devil must have matched them. He was just as bad if not worse than she was. As soon as we were finished with dinner, Lola gave me a nice smile and told me to go to my room. She would be in, in a few minutes. I didn't know what was going to happen so I just did as I was told. I sat on my bed and I was very nervous because I had seen Lola in a mood like the one she had before and I always had a bad time with her when she was like that.
"She and Eddie came into my room a few minutes later and Eddie smiled at me and it did seem that he liked me. Lola was even more excited and she told Eddie that she would have to get out of her clothes right away because she was coming all over her legs and it felt messy. Eddie just grinned and kept looking at me.
"Lola undressed right down to the buff and Eddie began getting out of his clothes, too. Lola looked at me with a wide-eyed stare and told me to get undressed, too. We were going to have a party.
"Eddie was built like a bull between his legs and as soon as Lola saw his big rod, she grabbed it and went down on it. She blew him before he even had a chance to sit down. Eddie did sit down after she popped him the first time. He reached for my genitals and began playing with them. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted them desperately. Lola told me to get up onto the bed and straddle him. That big man took my dick into his mouth and began sucking me while Lola was sucking him. The way he went after it, he hurt me, and I was whimpering for a long time. After he got several loads out of me, he began using his hands to squeeze more and still more. I was dry and he couldn't get any more, but he kept right on with his mouth and it began hurting again, but he wouldn't give up. He was doing something with his tongue and I felt Lola's tongue sliding up my rear-end and I knew that she was helping him. The stimulation just got to be too much for me and he got some more out of me, after all. When he finally let me alone I was shaking like a leaf and I was as weak as a cat.
"I slumped down onto the bed on my belly and I heard Lola laugh as she asked him how he liked her own private cow and he laughed, too, and said that he could live with a cow like that. Then he was using his mouth between Lola's legs and they were doing a sixty-nine that lasted for a long, long time. I could hear the loud, obscene sounds that they were making and that upset me.
"A bit later Lola laid down and he gave her a really wild screwing. Of course, I had to suck it all out and let her have it. When she was kissing me, and getting it, I was on top of her and that gave Eddie a chance to sodomize me. That got me sore at first, but in seconds it became a truly lovely experience.
"The weekend became a real sex orgy and Eddie got to see Lola whip me and all of the other stuff. One time, after she had whipped me severely while I was sucking her, she asked Eddie if he would like to see what my soft mouth could do for him. When he said yes, she made me take his sexual organ into my mouth and do to him what lie had done to me. The surprising thing about that was that I enjoyed it very much and it got me so excited I forgot to save what Lola wanted, but she just laughed and said the hell with it. Eddie said that I was a jewel and a real delight and they would have lots of fun with me in the future.
"The weekend passed for me in a sort of daze. They both kept me so stimulated that I didn't know whether I was coming or going. Both of them were draining my loins all the time, so after a while it got to be just plain pleasure.
"After the weekend was over, Lola told me that she was very pleased because I had been so cooperative and Eddie was very pleased with me, too. She went on to tell me that they were going to be married very soon and that I would live with them and we would go right on having lots of fun.
"Surprisingly, that was quite all right with me and when they did get married, I was a part of their wedding night. Lola got herself screwed and so did I. Both of us got to suck Eddie as much as we wanted to, and we both wanted to. Eddie liked me, and several times when Lola was busy with his privates, he got his mouth on my sexual organs and dragged every drop he could get out of me. Lola thought that that was very cute and she told him that he could have me just as much as he liked because she was going to get all the honey she wanted from him.
"Our life became very pleasant. It was rich with sexuality and sensuality. Lola settled down into being a housewife and she and Eddie got along beautifully. She gave up her job and stayed home to run the house and look after her men, she said. She sure did that. She fed Eddie and me very special foods, foods that were supposed to increase our sexual powers and I guess that they did. She got Eddie interested in the whips and she would enjoy beating him because he really loved being beaten up by a pretty girl, and Lola was just the one to oblige him.
"They have been married for a long time-now, and I still live with them and we are still as happy with each other as when we first started out. Eddie and I have developed a fondness for each other's loins and Lola knows about it. She doesn't mind. 'very often, when her own appetites have been well satisfied, she will sit and watch us and sometimes she will participate. Eddie got her a dildo that is quite spectacular and she sodomizes us both with that.
"We really don't want for anything. I've met several girls that I have liked, girls that I'm sure were fond of me, but Lola has convinced me that I would never make it with them. I guess that she is right. My sexual appetites have been too well-developed and I like too many things that many girls simply won't do.
"I don't really care too much about marriage. That's too late for me now. I don't regret the life that I have lived because I have known and still experience sexual pleasures that the average person could not even imagine.
"I don't think that any of us are at all aware of the relationship between Lola and myself. I mean the incest. She has told me often that she would not be able to stay married to Eddie if she had to give me up. There are so many things that I do for her, so much that is emotionally rewarding in our relationship and I have made" her very happy over the years."
Any comment that a researcher might make about the case histories involving the perpetuation of the incestual relationship that made their presentation here important, would really be unnecessary. The tendency on the part of the average reader will probably be to assume that such cases are the exception rather than the rule, that such people and their activities are rare and usually unheard of.
Unfortunately, the sex groups and sex clubs are now exposing the existence of many such cliques within a family. It would appear that the moral values that precluded such happenings in the past are now either disappearing or breaking down to the point where incest is becoming more and more prevalent.
What the outcome of our permissiveness will be eventually, no one knows, but it does appear that in many cases these days, sex is becoming a family affair.
