Probably because of the great amount of research now being done to establish what is actually taking place in this land insofar as sexual activity is concerned, many strange and unsuspected situations and practices have been revealed as prevalent.
The Kinsey Reports revealed that an unrealistic attitude was alive among our people and that what people talked about and actually did in the privacy of their homes were quite different. Some people were shocked when it was revealed that fellatio and cunnilingus were customary sexual practices for many people, that there was actually an exceptional fondness for this type of sex. Further investigation by those who came after Kinsey revealed that there were millions of people who were quietly swapping mates, practicing sodomy, and every possible type of sexual act and were quite uninhibited about doing so. Those who found intense sensual pleasures in flagellation practiced their inclinations without concern for the opinions of others, and it would appear that a total sexual freedom among our peoples is now the order of the day. And those who have achieved this uninhibited liking for the sensually hedonistic way of life are quite willing to talk in great detail about their experiences and their gradual development. The psychologist suspect that such people manage to enjoy an intense feeling of sensual excitement while they are talking so freely, and there is much to support this theory.
But the extensive research being done now has revealed many types of sexuality that might not have been suspected as being prevalent in our culture today. One of these is the numerous cases of incest now coming to light. This type of sexuality has always been considered as rare, an isolated case occasionally, but the case histories now being compiled by those who are doing the extensive research anent these matters today show that incest as a way of sex is much more common than might have been supposed.
The authorities point out that the main reason there is not too much evidence to prove the popularity of incest is that those who are involved are not willing to reveal the details of their crime to those who might put an end to the affair or deal out punishment. One is reminded of the old story about the farmer who was having sexual relations with his daughter, and who when asked about his feelings because of what he was doing said that incest had turned out to be such a nice thing they were keeping it in the family. While this is supposed to be humorous, there is an element of truth here. The people who are involved in incestuous sex tell no one about it, as a rule, fearing punishment or an end to their experiences. But the researcher, forced to protect the ananymity of his sources, discovers that incest is rampant, that unrestrained sensuality is on the increase and that sex as a means of enjoying the most voluptuous pleasures is now the most popular type of play.
It has been estimated in the public prints that as many as twenty million people are now involved in the mate swapping groups or the bizarre sex clubs, where anything goes. This represents ten percent of our population and, presumably, the most beautiful, the most virile and youthful people. With these figures at hand, and aware that our world is saturated with sex and sensuality, it would seem that anything and everything happens and no one cares.
And incestuous behavior, sexual excesses, and abuses are believable under such circumstances. In fact, so much has now been discovered about the prevalence of incest that the whole spectrum has been carefully divided into separate categories in attempts to understand the reasons for the development of the different relationships. The researchers want to know why a mother will initiate an incestuous relationship with her own daughter, or her own son, why sisters or brothers will develop homosexual relationships with each other, why a father will use his own daughter, or, if homosexually inclined, exploit his own son.
While much has been written about these types of incest, there is another type, not as well publicized, and this it the strange, often irresistible affinity that exists between twins, for the sexual enjoyment of each other. This situation has long been recognized by the professional people who have to deal with it sometimes, when, for one reason or another, a sexual liaison that has developed in such a way is no longer available.
Oddly enough, many of the professional people who have observed this syndrome at work report that when such twins are involved sexually with each other, there is rarely, if ever, a feeling that they are doing anything wrong. The attitude most noticed is the feeling that one is merely utilizing an extension of his own body and there is no harm in it.
Yet, in later life, such twins can discover quite to their dismay that there has been great harm done and that they cannot adjust to or find sexual harmony with others. There have been many interesting solutions to this problem, and without today's permissive and candidly hedonistic attitudes, many who have chosen rather direct solutions to their sexual difficulties might not have been able to function at all.
Perhaps one of the first to recognize the importance of the sexual patterns in the young person was Sigmund Freud. Writing in Totem and Taboo, he stated rather definitely that the patterns of sexuality first enjoyed by the very young later become the idea program for the individual who has grown with such a pattern. While many responsible and dedicated men have struggled with the problem of incest, little has really been learned or accomplished. In 1886, Krafft-Ebing gave a general summation attributing incestuous behavior to "great sensuality, and defective ideas of law and morals."
While many believe Krafft-Ebing and others of his genre to be far out of step with out times and its mores, much of what they decided has merely been elaborated upon, and much has been proven to be wrong. The early psychologists believed that incest was a by-product of poverty and propinquity and intoxication, but many of today's practicing psychiatrists have come to believe that the rich and the brilliant are equally interested in sexual acts within their own family and their own home.
And some responsible authorities feel that twins who aire at all close, or very much alike in many ways, are especially susceptible to the lure of incest. Many case histories support this.
Jody H. is now a young man of twenty-six, married to a very pretty blonde wife; he is successful in his work, and quite happy. Jody is a twin, and his sister, Rhoda, is an exceptionally lovely girl, a brunette with large dark eyes, a quick smile and a handsome young husband who adores her.
Jody and his sister became preoccupied with sex and each other when they were very young, and discovered that their activities had affected their entire lives.
"Rhodie was always very pretty," Jody says, "and when we were going to school, it pleased me that my sister was so popular with boys and so sought after. Rhodie developed very fast and when she was thirteen, she had the figure of a grown woman. I guess I grew up sort of fast, too, and I was always masturbating. I did it every chance I got.
"You see, like I said, Rhodie had a beautiful shape and she was always around the house, walking around in shorts or tight jeans, and just looking at her cute butt was enough to give me a hard-on and then I would have to do something about it. So, I'd go into the bathroom and jerk off like a fiend. Every damned day. Sometimes half a dozen times a day. Whenever I got the chance.
"We were raised by my mother; she was divorced from our father and he just sent money. My mother was always working, so Rhodie and I were alone a lot, and I guess that's how we got into trouble.
"Rhodie always wanted to talk about sex and stuff like that, and this one afternoon, I guess she was more excited than usual. We had both come home from school and I changed my clothes and I was in my bedroom lying down when Rhodie walked into my room. She had her bra and her panties on and she just stood in the doorway and let me look at her. She looked kind of funny and she didn't say anything; she just stood there like she wanted to say something and the words just wouldn't come out. I guess I stared at her. She was sure something to see with her nice long legs and her pretty thighs, and the rest of her. She had breasts that were quite big for her age, and when I looked at her I felt myself getting hard. I wanted to say something to her but my mouth was dry and I was trembling. Rhodie and I had gone through all the kid stuff about showing each other our sexual parts and all that when we were children, but this was something else again and we both knew it. Rhodie looked sick as she stood there. Her mouth looked funny, like it wasn't working right and her eyes were shiny.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"She walked over to the bed and she stood beside it and she was looking down at the bulge in my crotch. She licked her lips and then she took her eyes away from what they were looking at and she shivered and looked me right in the eye.
" T don't know,' she said in a funny voice. 'I'm so hot. So awful hot. I don't know what to do.' "
"I didn't know what to do either. I had a hard-on that felt like it was going to burst and I wanted her to get out of there so that I could get into the bathroom and relieve myself. Rhodie reached out and picked up my hand. She lifted it up and placed it tightly against her mound. She stared at me with a stricken look as she began rubbing my hand against her. She was trembling and breathing kind of funny and she closed her eyes and let her head roll over to one side.
" 'Take my pants down,' she said, softly. 'Then you can help me.' "
"She released my hand then and I took the other one and rolled her panties down over her curved hips. I could see the triangle of dark curly hair against the whiteness of her belly and then she spread her legs in a quick movement and I could see the whole thing. I was so excited, so stimulated, I thought sure I was going to come in my pants. She took my hand again and then she was putting my fingers between her legs and I could feel the slippery warmth of her sex. She was moaning and moving her hips back and forth slightly, rubbing herself against my fingers. She put my fingertip on something hard and round and awfully slippery and then she moved my fingertip back and forth rapidly and her moaning got louder and louder and then she was shaking like she was freezing to death.
" 'I'm coming' she was saying, 'Oh, God, I'm coming. Oh, Jodie, I'm coming, coming, coming.' "
"She was doing it all herself but she was manipulating my hand and my fingers and I knew what I was doing for her and when she kind of caved in on me and almost fell, I could feel a strong, wormy feeling in my balls and then a sharp, burning sensation that was awfully nice and I knew that I was coming in my pants. Oh, Lord, was I coming. Nothing like before. Nothing at all like it. It seemed to me that every time I jerked off, it felt different when I'd come, always a bit nicer, but this was sure the best of all.
"Rhodie just fell right down on the bed and she was hunched over me, shaking and whimpering and I still had my hand between her legs. She wasn't touching it any more and I was on my own, so I began rubbing the little nubbin that did all the damage and she began moaning again and squirming around, but she didn't pull away. In seconds she was coming all over again and her crotch and her thighs were slick with her juices. She was squirming her hips against my hand and she just kept on having one orgasm after another and when I tried to take my hand away, she wouldn't let me. She grabbed my hand and put it back between her legs and I could hear her words sounding like she was in agony.
" 'Don't stop, Jodie,' she begged. 'Please don't stop. Not yet. I'll tell you when. Please, Jodie.' "
"I started sliding a couple of my fingers into the opening and I kept rubbing the little bump and she really went ape then. There was a funny, keening sound coming out of her throat and her legs were flailing around and she kept pushing my hand tighter and tighter against her and then all of a sudden she drew her breath in so sharply it made a hell of a racket and then her legs shot out from under her and she collapsed and she was screeching like she used to do when we were kids and I'd hurt her. She was sprawled on the floor and her whole body was shaking violently and as I watched her, she started easing down a bit and then she just kind of collapsed and she was bawling, the tears streaming down her face.
"She scared me because i thought I had hurt her. I didn't want to hurt her, and I had always known that a girl was awfully delicate. She sat up and I could see that she was still having trouble breathing. She turned her head and looked at me and she had a big, crooked grin on her face. I knew then that she was very much all right. But I wasn't. My whole crotch was a mess because I had the feeling that while I was so excited and so busy working on her I had come again in my pants and that makes a hell of a mess. Rhodie moved her legs and she started getting up onto her feet. She stood beside the bed and I could see that her thighs were wet and so was her crotch. She slipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself there gently. Her pants were still curled around one leg and she looked like a real mess. But she was still wearing her big grin.
" 'I'll bet you had yourself a good time,' she said.
"I was still charged up and I still had a hard-on and I don't think I could have made sense if I had tried to say anything to her. She bent down and then she was kissing me and it was an awfully nice kiss, gentle and sexy and decidedly sweet.
" 'Thank you, Jodie,' she said softly. "Thank you very much.'
"She turned around and walked off into the bathroom and I wished the hell she'd get out of there so I could go in and clean myself up. When she did come out of the bathroom she was just wearing her bra and I could see that she had washed herself between her legs. She came over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed. She smiled as she reached out and touched my dick and I jumped. She laughed at that and started opening my fly.
" 'You helped me,' she said, 'and I'll bet you had a bad time of it, too.'
"She slipped her hand inside my fly and I felt her touching my slippery dick and she stared at me, her eyes surprised. She pulled it out and she was holding it with her fingers wrapped around it. She started moving her hand up and down slowly and that just got me close to popping all over again.
" 'You really did have a bad time,' she said. 'How many times did you come?'
" 'Twice, I guess,' I said. My voice was a hoarse croak.
" 'Poor boy,' she said, sympathetically. 'Come on in the bathroom and let me clean you up.'
"She started to get up, still holding my hard-on.
" 'I can do it,' I said. 'I don't need help.'
" T want to do it,' she said. 'You need help.'
"She tugged and I got up off the bed and we went into the bathroom. She made me get out of my pants and my shorts and she used the wash rag to clean me up. Then she told me to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. She knelt down when I did it and she inspected my cock and my balls and she seemed to like fondling my balls and squeezing them. She laughed when I jumped because she had hurt me. She thought that was real cute.
"She had her hand around it and she began pumping it up and down and I sat there scared to death that I was going to pop. I tried to tell her not to pump her hand so fast but she wouldn't listen. When I reached out and stopped her, she looked up at me like I was out of my head.
" 'That's what I'm trying to do, silly,' she said. 'I want to see it spit. I know it does. I want to watch. I'll clean up the mess. Now, just leave me alone.'
"My dick was so hard it felt like it was going to burst and there was a squirming agony in my balls. They ached like they were too heavy, too full. She started pumping her hand up and down again and then I was spurting and the stuff was going all over the place. She watched it all and she was very interested. Then she bent her head and slid her mouth down over it and I felt her sucking while she was still pumping the part that wasn't in her mouth. She was sucking awfully hard, hurting me, and then I felt her tongue slowly rubbing back and forth across the throat of my dick and her fingernails were tickling and plucking at my balls and all of a sudden I knew that I was going to pop all over again. I wanted to tell her to stop but I couldn't say a word.
"By the time I could get my brains unscrambled, it was all over. I came and she just sucked harder and harder all the time it was happening and when it was all over she just took her mouth away and then she licked her lips. She looked up at me and she was smiling and her eyes looked soft and sleepy.
" 'I wanted to taste it,' she said slowly. 'Jenny Mae does that to her brother and she loves the taste of him. I wanted to find out. I love it, too. I love it very much.'
"She had a lot of questions then, like how many times I could come, and did I like it when she sucked me, and did I like playing with her, and things like that. She told me that she had been trying to figure out a way to have sex with me for a long time, but she hadn't been able to figure out the right approach, and today she had just gotten so hot thinking about it and all that she just walked in and started things. She asked me, smiling, if I was glad she had done it. I was sitting there with her holding my dong and I was in no shape to discuss things. I just nodded my head and she laughed. Then she asked me if she could suck me some more and I nodded my head again and she got her mouth over it and I thought she was going to have convulsions. She began shaking and shivering and every once in a while she would make me come, and when she did, that's when she'd shake and shiver the most. She must have sucked on me steadily for over an hour and when she finally quit, she said it was because her jaws were aching.
"We both got dressed after that because it was getting late and our mother would be home soon. Rhodie used the washrag to clean the stuff out of my pants and my shorts and then we both went into the kitchen so that we could talk while she began fixing our supper.
"She was very frank about things. She said she had wanted to learn all about sex and try everything but she didn't want to try it with any of the boys she knew. She wanted to try it with me, and only me. She said she knew she didn't know how to suck a boy's cock very well, but if I let her practice, she would learn to do it real good.
"We talked about screwing but she was afraid of that. She and her girl friends had done a lot of talking about that and she knew that if I came in her she could get knocked up and she was afraid of that. She said there were lots of other things that we could do and she would find out about all of them and we would try them and then do what we enjoyed doing the best.
"When my mother came home we were our usual selves and we sat around the living room after supper, watching TV and visiting with my mother and several times I had the terrible urge to look at my mother and yell at her about what we had been doing, but I didn't. We got sent to bed early and I fell sound asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
"My mother had to leave the house in the morning before we went to school and she left me and Rhodie at the breakfast table. Rhodie was in her robe and so was I and as soon as my mother went out the door, Rhodie reached for my prick. She gave me a big smile as she started fooling around with it. She liked the way it would get hard so fast and she insisted that she was going to suck it a few times before we went to school. I didn't argue. We went into my bedroom and she got onto my bed with me and she made me come three times before she would finally let me get dressed so that we could go to school.
"She was waiting for me when I got home that afternoon. She had her robe on again and as soon as I walked into my room, she followed me and then she took her robe off and she was stark naked. She started taking my pants down and she was so hot and desperate I had to tell her to wait a minute, I'd do it. She let me do it, then she pushed me back onto the bed and I lifted my legs up and got them stretched out too. She climbed on top of me, her hips right above my face, and then she was sucking my dick like a vampire. I could see every little fold and crease in her crotch and then I could smell the odor coming from it and I ached with a sudden desire to taste it, to feel her hot flesh in my mouth, and she seemed to know what I was feeling. She shifted her hips and then her sweet, slippery flesh was against my mouth and I slid my tongue into the tiny little opening. She began to shiver and shake and so did I. I felt myself coming and then she was coming and she was sort of clenching and unclenching fiercely in my mouth and tiny little trickles of fluid ran out of her and I just got too damned hot to pay any more attention to what was happening. We went at each other like starving animals, feeding and devouring each other and we just kept on and on and then I noticed that it was dark in my room and so did she. We knew that we had better stop. She got off of me and she was dripping wet with sweat and so was I.
"She ran into the bathroom and got under the shower. When she was done, I got the bathroom. She dressed and went to work in the kitchen and when I got out of the bathroom and got dressed and went into the kitchen, my mother was home already.
"We sort of scared ourselves that first afternoon and we knew that we would have to exercise better control. And every day after that we would set the alarm clock so we wouldn't get caught. We had a pattern, I guess. Rhodie would blow me several times in the morning before we went to school. She wouldn't let me eat her because she said it took her too long to recover after I made her have a big orgasm. But after school, she loved that, as much as she could get.
"Rhodie let me screw her one afternoon after she had popped me six times and she was sure that I wouldn't come in her, but that didn't work at all. Screwing was just so damned nice I came before I even knew that I was going to do it.That scared her and me, too, and we stopped that. But she was all right and eventually we got around to sodomy. She liked that almost as much as screwing and she didn't care if I came in her there or not.
"When school was out for the summer, we really went to town. We'd have the whole day to ourselves and Rhodie learned all about how to use her mouth and her tongue to stimulate me. She loved giving me a trip around the world and she loved to have me do that to her, too. She got us some rubbers someplace, from one of her older girl friends, I think, but we used them for screwing, and because they were hard to get she would wash the same rubber out and re-use it for a long while.
"I know it probably sounds strange but Rhodie and I didn't have any feelings that what we were doing was terrible or evil. We were twins and she had what I needed and I had what she needed and that was the way we thought about it. Rhodie was hung up on blowing me. She said she loved the taste of what came out of me, and when I came in her mouth, she would experience a monumental orgasm of her own, and all the time she was sucking, she would have lots of nice little climaxes, so all in all, we were very happy with each other. It got so her hand felt more natural on my cock than my own.
"The years passed and Rhodie and I just kept on with each other. Rhodie dated a lot in school, but no one ever got to her. She said she just didn't feel like having sex with anybody else and neither did I. I started going with girls in my senior year and several girls liked me very much but I wasn't interested in sex. For one thing, Rhodie made sure I was kept dry all the time because she said, laughing, that she didn't want to share me with anyone. She said she wanted all there was of me and that made me feel good for some reason.
"After we graduated high school, we both went looking for jobs and we found them. We were still living at home and still having fun with sex all the time, but then Rhodie started dating a guy that she really liked and I began to worry. The guy's name was Ralph and he was a nice looking guy with a good future. He was older than Rhodie and maybe that was a factor. In time, she decided that she was going to marry him and that almost threw me into a panic. I was smart enough to realize that I had become dependent upon Rhodie for sex and I was really oversexed, eager to do it at any time. Rhodie told me not to worry. I would find a nice girl who would be just as good for me as she had been. I wasn't too sure about that, so I really worried.
"Right after she turned eighteen, Rhodie moved out and got a place of her own, and shortly afterwards, when I got a good job, I did the same. It didn't bother my mother because she had herself a boy friend and soon after we left home she married him.
"But Rhodie and I kept on having our sexual orgies and we did a lot of screwing after it became easy for me to get rubbers. But we only screwed for the novelty of it. Rhodie was still hung up on sucking me all the time. If anything, as we grew older, she just got worse, or better, depending on how you look at it.
"So, when she decided that she was going to marry Ralph, it really shook me up. But she wanted a home of her own and security and Ralph made a good dollar and he adored her. She could do anything she wanted to with him and he just let her have her own way. I think maybe a lot of it was that he was kind of shy and timid and it tickled Rhodie to order him around and make him her slave. For a long time, I know they didn't have any sexual relations at all and that pleased me. But one night Rhodie called me up and she asked me to come over to her place. She said she had a very serious problem that only I could help her with and I knew what that meant. Ralph had gotten her all steamed up necking and fooling around and she was too hot to sleep, so she was calling me to come and put her fire out for her.
"I drove over to her place and parked the car and went upstairs. I had a key to her apartment and when I walked in I wasn't surprised to find her in bed. She said that Ralph had left early and she just couldn't sleep so she wanted to nurse for a while. She really wanted a sixty-nine, so I got undressed and climbed into bed with her. We got into our usual position with her on top of me and we really went at it. She was hotter than I had seen her in a long time; Ralph had really gotten her worked up. She was half crazy; the stuff was flowing out of her and she was turning herself inside out with heavy orgasms. I'd never seen her so wet, so stimulated, and it took more than an hour of sucking to finally cool her off. She almost killed me with her mouth. She just couldn't seem to get enough out of me and when we finally wore ourselves out to the point where we had to stop, she was finally calm and very contented.
"She got out of bed and put her robe on and I got dressed. She fixed some coffee for us and we sat in her kitchen for a while over our cigarettes and coffee. I was conscious of my hurting dick, knowing that in her frenzy she had sucked too hard and really inflamed all the nerves in the head of it. But I was used to it with her; it was just that it always hurt for an hour or more after we got done with each other.
"She told me that she was going to marry Ralph in two weeks and she was scared. When I asked her why, she said that she had tried sex with Ralph and it did nothing for her. It left her cold. Then she went on to tell me that Ralph had laid her in her own bed and after he left she called me to come over and really take care of her. That almost made me sick when I realized what had happened and why she had been so wet but the more I thought about it, the more the whole idea appealed to me, and I had feasted quite shamelessly. She smiled at me as I sat there and thought about it.
" 'Don't complain,' she said. 'You loved it. Maybe we can do that more often. Just knowing what you were doing got me hot as hell.'
"We sat and talked for a little while longer and then I went home to bed. I was so worn out I fell sound asleep right away that night and I didn't think about anything at all.
"Rhodie and Ralph got married and they went away on their honeymoon for two weeks and when they came back Rhodie called me right away. She said that Ralph would be going back to work the next morning and would I please take the day off from work so that we could have some fun. I asked her what was wrong and she said that her whole honeymoon was a bust. Ralph just didn't do a damned thing for her and she was half out of her mind with sexual hungers and hang-ups. She promised that she would come over to my place in the morning and we would have us a ball.
"She spent the whole day with me the next day and she was like an animal, incapable of ever getting enough of me, and I was filled with the same kind of eagerness for her. We drove each other up the walls for the whole morning and when we took time out for lunch she told me all about her honeymoon. Ralph was easy enough to get along with, and he was remarkably virile, able to come as often as she called upon him to do so, but she got no real sexual pleasure out of blowing him, no reactions of her own, and when they screwed she might just as well have been reading a book. He just didn't turn her on at all. So, she had to come to me to really enjoy herself, and when we went back to bed after lunch, she was wild and insatiable and she damned near killed me. When we finally quit because she had to go home, she was her usual serene and lovely self. She got dressed, and when she was leaving she stood for a moment at the door, smiling at me kind of sad like.
" 'I guess I'll have to do something about things,' she said. When I didn't answer her, she blew me a kiss and went home.
"About two weeks later, she invited me to have dinner with her and Ralph at their new home, and when I walked in I noticed that Ralph had a funny look on his face. He said hello and that was all. I went out into the kitchen where Rhodie was working and she gave me a cup of coffee. She had been to my place every night she could manage it and she looked very happy and quite pleased with herself. I asked her what was wrong with Ralph. He didn't look to be very happy. She laughed and told me she would tell me all about things later at dinner.
"Ralph was very quiet while we were eating. And when we were finished, Rhodie and I had coffee in the living room while Ralph cleared off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I asked Rhodie again what was wrong with Ralph and she shocked hell out of me when she finally told me.
" 'I told him about us,' she said, smiling. 'I'm afraid I had to. I asked him for a divorce. That's how it all started. He began begging and pleading with me to reconsider and give him another chance, and he was sickening, really. So I told him that I could stay married to him, if that was what he wanted so desperately, but I was going to have you, too, and you were going to have me. I explained that we were twins and had always been very close and that maybe the fact that we were twins had something to do with it. He finally agreed that anything I decided to do was quite all right with him, just so we could stay married. So, you are going to spend the weekend with us and we are really going to have ourselves a time. All right?'
"I guess I was too astonished to answer her right away. Ralph had walked in while she was finishing up and he just sat down and looked at the carpet. She got up and went over to sit on his lap. She lifted his face up and kissed him. She told him not to be so glum. He would have as much fun as any of us.
"It bothered me to see that Rhodie was enjoying what she was doing to her husband. She was forcing him to accept conditions as they were and he seemed to feel very bad about doing it. She kissed him and told him to brighten up or perhaps we wouldn't ever bother to include him at all. She would get her coat and go to my place with me for the weekend and she would stay there.
"That got a rise out of him. He began pleading with her not to leave him. He said he would do anything she wanted him to do, anything at all. Just please don't leave him.
"Rhodie began smiling happily then and she began kissing him and really hugging him. She told him she couldn't help being the way she was. She just couldn't help it. And maybe after the weekend was over he would want her to leave him. He started shaking his head at her and then he was kissing her, too. It was quite obvious that we were going to have a wild and sexy weekend and I didn't know how it would all come out. But I knew that I would have to do as Rhodie said, too. "Because, like Ralph, I had no one else."
CHAPTER TWO
There has always been a shadow of inevitable obscenity about incest and participation has always been supposed to be a necessary thing. People driven and tormented by glands and urges that would not be appeased eventually got around to trying to do the best they could with whoever was handy.
It would appear that such an overtone of evil is absent when twins begin practicing sexual acts between themselves. The age-old concept of a monumental evil and lewdness is too often not even comprehended by twins. Lacking this natural repugnance for a relationship that is at best corrupt, there is a freedom of person and action between twins that is not really comprehensible to others. This does not suggest that twins have a greater interest in incestuous relations than others, only that when it does occur, very often the ordinary shame that could develop never does.
Many responsible individuals have done much research on the subject of incest as a part of our existence and they have much to reveal these days. R.E.L. Masters, in Patterns of Incest, says, "Quite plainly, there exists no adequate understanding of incest. By and large, sexologists have neglected or avoided, or at any rate failed to discuss, consummated incest. Compared with the great masses of material available on so many other varieties of sexual experience, the writings are slight."
Investigations in the very recent past have contradicted Masters, and much information is now available. And there is good reason for this. Today, adults as well as the adolescents are deeply involved in a gigantic sexual renaissance, an upheaval that many are calling a revolution. Both age groups are attempting to break away from the old concepts of an unworkable morality and do as they please.
Nowadays, those who are at all interested in sex as a source of great pleasure have dispensed with the ancient determination to be true to a spouse or a lover, and they try instead to be true to themselves first of all.
It is not difficult therefore to understand the millions who swap mates or join sex groups and enjoy all of the carnal pleasures to the very utmost. In society where anything goes, the affinity that twins have for each other, and their candid enjoyment of each other's person and talents, becomes a bit more understandable.
The experiences and the allure that Jody felt for his sister and she for him has been duplicated many, many times in the lists of case histories dealing with incest, and when he states that he and his sister reached a point where no one else could provide the same degree of excitement or pleasures, he should be believed.
A practicing psychologist, asked to comment on the case, was not at all surprised or dismayed by the things that Jody revealed.
"There are so many cases nowadays," he said, "where kids have started out on their sexual travels with a brother or sister, and whether they realize it at the time or not, they were actually developing sexual patterns that would have to be adhered to in the future. Otherwise the specter of impotence and frigidity was always present and at work. Sometimes, however, in the adult stage of such a young person's existence, there would always be the possibility that he or she would eventually encounter a mate far more virile or uninhibited than the previous partner and in that case the incestuous relationship might not be as harmful. But for young people who had always been very close emotionally and otherwise, the specter would always exist."
This was what Jody was trying to explain, apparently, when he said that he didn't think he could ever do as well with a stranger, and what Rhodie was trying to explain when she admitted that while she loved her husband he could not stimulate her sexually and her sex life with him was dull to the point of apathy. Jody and his sister behaved utterly without restraint with her husband and made him a part of their sensual orgies, and there are those who can have sympathies for people forced to live such a life. The hedonists will simply assume that it was all fun and games, but Jody insists that there was a compulsion alive in all of them to try for sexual fulfillment and the ultimate in sexual pleasures.
Continuing his recital, Jody says, "It may sound rather strange, but that first evening I spent with Ralph and Rhodie in their own home was most pleasant. Rhodie talked very earnestly to Ralph. She explained to him that she and I had been playing games sexually for many years and we had become so used to each other that she was able to find great pleasure and intense thrills for herself by giving me pleasure and taking pleasure from what I did for her.
"She sat on a footstool in front of his chair and she smiled up into his face, trying to make him understand. She pointed, out that he was very much aware of what she liked to do best and while he could provide a great deal of the material she thrived on while she was sucking him, she felt no orgasms of her own, or any other repercussion, and even when they tried coitus she was not able to achieve an orgasm. And she was becoming frustrated and bitterly unhappy. She couldn't live like that any more. She had to have relief. She could be so very happy with her handsome husband and her dearly beloved brother and she was going to live like that and enjoy both. Couldn't he accept that and try to make her happy? Ralph nodded, and he smiled, but said that the whole thing made him feel funny as hell. But he would do his best to understand. He wanted Rhodie to be happy and he never wanted her to leave him.
"I sat and watched them, knowing that Rhodie was enjoying herself. She reached her hand up to the inside of his thigh and she opened his fly, and a few seconds later she had his big cock in her hand. She slid off the stool and knelt between his knees. He shivered as her mouth captured his organ and Rhodie just started giving him some head. He lifted his head and he had an expression of exquisite agony in his eyes. He looked at me but he wasn't seeing me. He wasn't seeing anything at all. Rhodie's industry and artistry quickly prevailed and the look of agony in his eyes just got worse and then Rhodie was swallowing slowly and poor Ralph was shaking in a real frenzy. I became aware of my own state and I knew that I had a hard-on and Rhodie would know it, too. She did. She finished with him for the time being and she walked over to me on her knees, her smile one of pure delight. She went after me without a moment's hesitation and as soon as she got it in her mouth, she started shaking and shivering just like always and I knew that she was having herself a beautiful orgasm. Maybe she had been storing things up while she talked to Ralph and then blew him, but she sure went nuts with me in her mouth and Ralph stared at her, seeing what was happening to her and he looked like he just couldn't believe it. Rhodie knew my cock like she knew her palms and she went after it like a starving desert traveler trying for water. She popped me three times in a row and all the while she was doing it, the heavy convulsions shook her whole body and she just kept on having one orgasm after another. When she finally stopped, she was glassy-eyed and too weak to do anything but slide back onto her legs and sit there, heaving and gasping for breath. Rhodie had had herself a real good time.
"Ralph and I looked silly as hell with our wilted dicks hanging out and I guess she thought so too. She put mine away and then she told Ralph to put his away. After she got her breath working right she stood up and she looked lovely in her pretty dress, her face a bit pink from her exertions. I looked at her quite carefully and admiringly. Rhodie was a fully developed young woman and she was still sexually excited and I knew that what she had already done to both Ralph and myself was only the beginning. I knew Rhodie and I knew that it would take a lot of time and a lot of action to finally cool her off. She looked at Ralph and then at me and she was smiling a soft, dreamy smile. She looked to be very happy in spite of the sensual excitement that was raging in her.
"She told us that she wanted us both in the bedroom and she wanted us stripped. Ralph looked at me and his face looked sick. Rhodie stared at him and told him rather sharply to move. He didn't argue. He just got up and headed for the bedroom. Rhodie grinned at me and I could see that she was delighted by the way she could push him around. I got up and she moved close to me and then she was in my arms and her mouth was crawling wetly on mine and we were both shivering as we started necking fast and furious.
" 'We'll have such fun,' she said breathlessly. 'I've got lots of cute ideas. You'll see. Oh, I'm so happy. Really, really happy.'
"She moved away from me then and she took my hand and we went into the bedroom together Ralph was already down to his shorts and when he took them off I could see that he was beautifully hung. His balls were like big plums. Rhodie told me to hurry and get naked and I didn't argue with her. She began getting undressed, too, and once she was naked, her beautiful body had a quick effect on both of us, and Ralph and I stood there, both of us as hard as a rock. I noticed that Ralph had not been circumcised and I wondered if that had something to do with the fact that he couldn't excite Rhodie. She was used to me and I had been circumcised.
"Rhodie told us to stand together, side by side, and we did as we were told. I think that Ralph and I both were getting a certain amount of sensual pleasure out of letting her order us around. Rhodie came over to us and she dropped down onto her knees in front of us. She played with Ralph's with one hand and mine with the other. She was smiling happily as she handled us. She told us to turn toward each other and get close. Then she pushed our cocks together and I stared down at her in amazement as she got both of us into her mouth. She was using her hand to pull Ralph's foreskin far back and I could see that she was hurting him, but she didn't seem to care and he didn't protest.
"She began using her tongue and her mouth and she was sucking like a leech. I think she was trying to make us both come at the same time, but it didn't happen that way. Ralph started ejaculating and she simply let go of me and went to work on him, making sure that she got everything she could out of him, and while I was waiting for her to finish him, she used her hand to manipulate me so that I didn't cool down on her. A moment later, she gobbled me again and she had me gushing in seconds. Rhodie had become expert and she could make me come whenever she wanted to. It was something she did with her tongue and her teeth, something that I just couldn't resist.
"She made us both take a shower after she finished with me, and while Ralph was in the shower stall, Rhodie kissed me and she kept fondling my meat like she just couldn't get enough of it.
" 'I'm awful, I know,' she said, 'but making Ralph go along with what we are doing and going to do makes me so damned hot I can't stand myself.'
"Her kisses were like tiny wet sparks and when she asked me to eat her a little before I took my shower, I didn't need any urging. We got on the bed and she straddled my face and as soon as my tongue touched her, she had art orgasm. It make her whole body shake and vibrate violently. Then she bent over and I felt the warmth of her mouth sliding down over my dick and we started in on a magnificent sixty-nine that very quickly drained us completely. We worked each other over with intense dedication to what we were doing and when Rhodie finally rolled off of me, too worn out to continue, I saw that Ralph was sitting naked in one of the chairs, watching us. He had a monumental erection so he was not being hurt too badly. He obviously was stimulated by watching me and Rhodie. She noticed him and what he had and she told me to go and take my shower. She was already busy with Ralph's big erection when I walked into the bathroom.
"When I finished my shower and went back into the bedroom, Rhodie was in the chair and Ralph was kneeling in front of her. He was eating her and she was enjoying it immensely. Her head was twisted to one side, her eyes were closed and there was a flat, almost lifeless look to her face. She was moaning and squirming and each time she had an orgasm, she would screech like a cat hung up on a fence. Ralph was working on her very ardently and he seemed to love what he was doing. I got an erection watching the two of them. She was patting his head with one hand and each time he made her come, she pulled his face tighter against her. She was molding and squeezing her breasts with the other hand and her legs kept moving in short, jerky motions that showed just how much she was loving what he was doing for her. I wondered how she could get so much out of it if it was true that he couldn't turn her on. He did something to her and she erupted into one of her massive convulsions. She pushed him away while her body shook itself apart, and I knew that she was enjoying pure ecstasy.
"Ralph was huddled on the floor and he was trembling. He kept gasping and panting for breath and when he saw me he gave me a sick grin. When he could get his breath back, he sat up straight.
" 'I've never been able to get her that hot,' he said, slowly. 'And I've never been able to do as much for her. Maybe what she says about you is true. Once you really turn her on, she really flips.'
"I didn't answer him. I had troubles of my own. Watching them had gotten me excited and I had me a brand new rail on. Ralph did too. He looked at me and his smile was a bit sad.
" T can live with it if I have to,' he said, almost to himself. 'But I don't really think I mind. I've always liked you, and of course I love Rhodie. I'm sure it will all be fine.'
"Rhodie was out of the woods again by then and she heard what he said. She laughed delightedly and told him to relax. We were going to do things he had never even dreamed of. And we could start right away. She wanted us all on the bed.
"They had a king-sized bed so we had plenty of room. She told me to sit up with my shoulders against the head board. She was going to blow me while Ralph screwed her. That was just fine with me. She got up on her hands and knees between my legs and she told Ralph to slip it into her and really give it to her good while she was blowing me. Then she slid her mouth down over my erection and she started in with her usual frenzy and when Ralph eased himself into her from the rear, she really went ape. She began using her teeth and her tongue and a powerful suction, and when I popped she shook and shuddered and she was jumping around with quick, jerky motions that showed she was enjoying exceptional sensations. She was also having a beautiful orgasm and so was Ralph. In other words, everybody's switch got tripped at the same time, and that turned out to be a truly wonderful experience for all of us.
"When it was all over, Rhodie lay flat on her belly, her legs tightly closed while the last, lingering tremors began subsiding in her body. Ralph just sat and looked at her, a silly grin on his face. He was quite proud of himself and obviously having the time of his life.
"Rhodie finally came out of it. She rolled over onto her back and she reached for me. Her arms pulled me down and she began kissing me, passionately, and while she was doing it, she was begging me to eat her. She opened her legs and patted my head as I moved in to feast on her and I was conscious of a heavy, exhilarating sensuality not quite like anything I had felt yet. And when I began to taste what was between her thighs I went a little crazy with an uncontrollable lust that soon had her writhing in quick, pulsing orgasms. She was crooning crazy little sounds to me and her hips were shifting and squirming and I realized dimly that she was hotly necking with Ralph all the while. I have no idea how long that lasted but I finally realized that both of them were sound asleep, locked in a lover's embrace, and I realized too that it' was very late and I was exhausted. I stretched out in the bed and in seconds, I was sound asleep.
"I was all by myself in the bed when I woke up and it was early in the morning. Rhodie was bustling around in the kitchen and I could hear water running in the bathroom so I guessed that
Ralph was busy with his shower. I sat up in the bed and lit a cigarette and just then Rhodie came into the bedroom. She grinned at me and told me that she had been coming in to awaken me. She climbed onto the bed and grabbed my dong and she giggled.
" T was going to wake you in a way you'd like very much,' she said, smiling. She was very pretty in her nakedness and just looking at her gave me a real surge of excitement. She gave me a big, sweet kiss and then she hunkered down between my legs and she went right after what she had in mind. She didn't waste any time at all and she had me spurting in a couple of minutes. She lingered for a while and I thought she was going to try for a double header but she didn't. She quit reluctantly and then she sat up and told me that breakfast was ready and as soon as I got out of the bathroom, we would eat. Then she got up and went off to the kitchen again. Ralph came out of the bathroom and he was naked. He gave me a smile as he went off to the kitchen.
"They were already eating when I got to the kitchen. Rhodie had fixed a big breakfast and after we had eaten she demanded to be paid for her efforts. She blew Ralph first and then it was my turn again. After she finished with her little chore, she told us that we would have a long, wonderful weekend of just sex and we were going to have ourselves a grand time.
"That was a valid prediction. We didn't even bother with the dishes beyond putting them into the washer. Then we went into the bedroom and our day of fun and games began. Rhodie had lots of cute ideas, and we tried them all.
"As soon as we got on the bed, she wanted me to screw her while she blew Ralph and that was a real ball. And after we were all done with that she made Ralph eat her. He didn't relish the idea but he did it and I think he enjoyed it just as I had.
"We tried that little trick several times during the day and we both sodomized Rhodie. She really went crazy for that and she was half out of her mind by the time we had to take time out to rest. Ralph and I took a shower and Rhodie came in and joined us after she got her strength back. Then we took time out to have some lunch and we really needed a rest.
"The afternoon was just more of the same, with Rhodie blowing us in turn, and we both had to take a turn at screwing her between her breasts. She loved that cute little trick, and when I did it she clutched her breasts tightly together and each time I thrust myself upwards she would lick the tip of my dick and when I was ready to come she used her hands to pull me up so that she could take it in her mouth, and when I came she almost took the top of my head off the sensation was so great.
"The whole weekend was just plain old sex and more sex. As fast as we were able to get an erection, Rhodie wore it down and when I finally went home Sunday night I didn't think I'd have the strength to get up and go to work in the morning. But I did. And we sort of worked out an arrangement. One or two nights a week I'd go to their house for dinner and games, and the weekends were an orgy, and I was enjoying my life, really enjoying it.
"And then I met Ginny. That threw a monkey wrench into the whole deal. I met Ginny through one of my friends and she was so pretty and such a cute blonde that I never had a chance. I fell head over heels in love with her and she went for me, too.
"I was afraid that Rhodie would be angry when I first told her about Ginny, but she wasn't. She asked me to bring her over to visit one evening and I did. Rhodie told me she thought Ginny was absolutely lovely, and she was, really. She has big blue eyes and a gorgeous figure and Rhodie stared at her when I first introduced them. Then Rhodie smiled and she hugged Ginny and she told me that I was very lucky to have found such a very beautiful girl. Ginny seemed to like Rhodie, too, so I was very much encouraged. Of course, the night that Ginny and I visited Rhodie there wasn't anything out of the way. No one even mentioned sex, and when I took Ginny home she told me that my sister was a very lovely girl and she liked her. She liked her very much.
"After that, things sort of settled down with Ginny and me and I didn't spend as much time as usual with Rhodie and Ralph. I'd manage to drop in on them after I took Ginny home and I'd find some time on the weekends to have fun with them. I hadn't even tried to have sex with Ginny. I think she was just so pretty that I was afraid of her.
"I think I went with Ginny for about a month before we got around to talking about sex. She and I were always necking up a storm, usually in the car, and this one night she seemed to be especially passionate. She was all over me, and when I happened to touch one of her breasts she gasped and then she pushed my hand tightly against her bosom. She began trembling and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. When I didn't do anything, she slid her mouth back and forth across mine and she asked me if I didn't want her. I wanted her so bad I was sick with wanting. I tried to tell her about it, but she sort of took charge. She said that we would go up to my apartment and maybe we could do the thing right.
"We had already talked about getting married and I think we had postponed sex for so long that we were both desperate. So, when Ginny said that we would go up to my place, I was ready.
"We drove to my place and as soon as we were in my living room, Ginny walked into my arms. She told me that she was awfully steamed up and she was just dying for sex with me. Then she put her hand down to my crotch and she seemed amazed to discover that I was as limp as a rag. I was surprised, too, because I ached for Ginny and I wanted to have her right then and there.
"She decided that we would do things right and we went into the bedroom. She put the bed light on and she started taking off her clothes. I just stood there gaping at her, so impressed with the youthful beauty of her breasts when I saw them that I couldn't move. They were standing straight out from her chest and while they were not as large as Rhodie's they were prettier, somehow. The nipples were small and a deep red. When she put my hand on her breast and I touched the firm flesh, she shivered and pushed herself closer to me. She lifted her mouth for my kiss and she gasped my rod again and it was still as soft as mush. She gave me a funny look and she stepped backwards. She unhooked her skirt and it slid down her hips and I could see the sweet beauty of her hips and her thighs. She was wearing a pair of bikini briefs and when she slipped them off I stared at the deep creases between her legs, the pale hair that covered her mound and I ached to put my hand there, my mouth there. She walked back into my arms again naked and when I put my fingers between her legs she wriggled her hips and shoved herself against me, sliding back and forth on my fingers with a kind of frenzy. She was so hot she was almost ill with passion, and as I touched the round little bump, she came and I could feel her juices drenching my fingers.
"Ginny was pushing against me so hard that I fell over onto the bed and then she was at me and I felt her fingers handling my dick and my balls and she was shaking violently as I began kissing and licking her breasts. I got a nipple in my mouth and I sucked on it and I felt a warm, pleasant sensation streaking through my loins and I could feel Ginny's fingers playing with me, but I wasn't at all hard and that worried me.
"Ginny stopped us right in flight. She told me to get undressed and then we would see what was going to be what. She watched me undress and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The luscious curves of her hips and her buttocks were an entrancing sight and I should have been as hard as a rock and ready for my pretty girl. But I wasn't. When I got back onto the bed again, Ginny went right after my dick. She began using her fingers and her hand and when she couldn't arouse me, she gave me a weak grin and she laughed.
" 'I guess I will have to blast,' she said."
"She pushed me back onto my back and it was a familiar position for me. She knelt between my knees and when she bent her head and began using her mouth on my cock, I shivered with a delicious feeling. She began using her tongue and her lips and she began sucking me, gently at first and then with a fierceness that was equal to what Rhodie did. She got me hard very shortly then and I expected that she would stop, but she didn't She got even more eager and ardent and then I began coming and her whole body began twitching and shuddering and I knew she was coming, too. She was sliding her mouth up and down the length of my dick and the sensations I began feeling were excruciating and I never wanted her to stop. I had supposed that Rhodie was the very best ever at that kind of thing, but Ginny was even better. Or maybe I reacted better to her because T loved her so much. I don't know, I just know that I was enjoying sensations so ecstatic I could barely stand them. Ginny kept on with what she was doing and she was driving me up the walls with her slowly flicking tongue and her sucking, clinging mouth. It felt like her whole mouth was involved and it felt like my dick was in a tight, sucking vagina, and each time I came her powerful suction quickly dealt with the material and she simply began her efforts all over again.
"She began moving and then she was sliding one of her knees across my face, she settled the slippery heat of her sex in my mouth and as soon as I slid my tongue into the tiny opening she quivered and shook and then she drenched my tongue with her orgasm.
"We were locked together in a frenzied sixty-nine for a long time, and when she finally lifted her hips and rolled off of me, she was still trembling and shaking with the results of an exceptional orgasm. She sat up and stared at me and her eyes were liking me. She smiled and reached for one of my cigarettes on the night table. She was breathing slowly and deeply and after a while her eyes got all right again and she inhaled the smoke and then blew it up toward the ceiling.
She looked at me and she seemed apologetic.
" 'I'm sorry,' she said, slowly, 'but that's the way I am. Real hot pants. I hope you don't mind.'
"I didn't mind and I told her so. She moved closer to me and she kissed me and then she hugged me. She was trembling again, but it was only because she was so filled with love. We spent a long time together just kissing and embracing and then what we were doing got her excited again and she tried to get me up so that I could screw her, because she wanted me inside her, but nothing she did had any effect. She finally quit and when I caught her looking at me with a funny stare I knew she suspected that there was something not quite right with me.
"We tried sex again several times after that night, but instead of things getting better they just got worse. The first night we decided that she was going to get laid, she got it up for me and then as she started guiding me into her I went soft and I just couldn't get it up again that whole night.
"Whenever I could, I would stop off and visit with Rhodie and Ralph and I never had any trouble with them. I'd get hard and nothing could wear it down. I just didn't understand it.
"Finally, Ginny and I got married and we went on a week-long honeymoon and that was a bust. Ginny was unhappy because she was trying to fight something she didn't understand. And she was always at me, trying to make me tell her what was the matter.
"One night in our room, Ginny had worked hard to get me aroused and she was so baffled and so unhappy she had tears in her eyes. We had some booze in the room and I got up and fixed us a drink and we just sat around naked, frustrated and unhappy and despairing. After a few of the drinks, Ginny demanded I tell her what was wrong, and in spite of the fact that I knew I might lose her, I told her all about Rhodie and me and Ralph. She sat and listened to me, her eyes wide and unbelieving. When I was all finished, she just sat very still for a long time, and if she had gotten up and started packing I would not have been surprised. I felt ashamed and bitter. I had the most wonderful, the most glorious girl in the world and I wasn't able to enjoy her, and mainly, I figured, on account of what Rhodie and I had been doing for years.
" 'I think I'm beginning to understand,' Ginny said, finally. 'It just may be that everything will work out fine for us. I don't know what we will do, but I'll think about it.'
"The balance of our honeymoon was a real bust and I was glad when we finally went home. We had decided to live in my apartment for a while until Ginny could look around and find us a house, and Ginny was very busy for the first few days setting things to rights and making the apartment the way she wanted it.
"Our sex life wasn't anything to write home about. Ginny loved it when I ate her, so she got lots of that, and she always had my dick in her mouth. Sometimes it would get hard and she would get what she wanted from me, but it was really most unsatisfactory for both of us.
"I went back to work and things were quite all right for about a week, and then on Friday night, when I got home, there was no dinner. Ginny said we were going to Rhodie's for dinner. That pleased me because I knew Rhodie and Ginny had been talking every day on the phone and I was glad they were good friends.
"Rhodie and Ralph were all dolled up and they seemed very glad to see us. Rhodie had a nice dinner fixed for us, and while we were eating, Rhodie looked at me with a big smile and she had some things to say to me.
" 'Ginny and I have been talking.' she said, 'and since you've told her all about us, we decided that maybe if we all got together we can do something about that lazy cock of yours. Ginny is too nice a kid to deny, so you and she are going to spend the weekend with us and we are going to have us a ball. It that all right with you?'
"Ginny was watching me and she had a big smile on her face. I could see that Ralph had big eyes for Ginny, too, so I thought that it was fine, as long as it was all right with Ginny.
" 'It was my idea,' Ginny said. 'You know what a hot pants I am. And I like Ralph and Rhodie and we talked it all over and decided to try it out. All right, darling?'
"She reached out and patted my hand and I sat there smiling at her, and just the thought of what was to come gave me an enormous erection. Ginny kissed me and the matter was settled. After we finished eating, the girls cleared the table and Ralph and I sat and waited for what was to happen next.
"Rhodie took charge of things. She herded us all into the bedroom and she told Ginny that she was just dying to get a look at her without clothes on. Ginny laughed at that. She began getting undressed and so did the rest of us. Ralph had a big hard-on as he looked at Ginny's naked body and Rhodie was looking at her with a very special hunger in her eyes. I had never suspected that Rhodie would be interested sexually in a girl but I sure found out that she was. Rhodie came over to where I stood and she began kissing me and she put her hand on my hard-on and she smiled at Ginny, a bit triumphantly.
"Rhodie pushed me down on the bed and as soon as I was flat on my back she began blowing me while Ginny watched. Then Ralph got onto the bed and Ginny went right after him. She blew him while Rhodie did it for me, and then they switched and Ginny blew me and Rhodie did Ralph. Everything went beautifully. After a while Rhodie gave me a tongue job and when I was hard she and Ralph watched smiling while I screwed my wife soundly and thoroughly.
"That seemed to be the simple answer to my problem. Once Ginny insisted upon blowing me while Rhodie necked me and that was a real wild experience for all of us, because Rhodie got tired of necking me and she straddled my face and got herself eaten but good.
"Then Ralph screwed Ginny while I did it for Rhodie and then the two girls really got turned on and they started in on a wild sixty-nine that lasted for hours with Ralph and me taking turns screwing whichever girl was on top. Naturally, they kept changing that post all the time so nobody got cheated.
"We spent the whole weekend trying anything and everything and I had no trouble functioning fine, no matter what I was called upon to do. And from that time on, Ginny and I spend a lot of time with Ralph and Rhodie and we enjoy ourselves without inhibitions or any kind of reserve. We are all good friends and we enjoy each other's company and each other's body. Ralph and I have tried the homosexual bit several times but neither of us are too thrilled with that. We both enjoy eating either of the girls right after they have been laid, but that isn't so wild, that's kind of nice.
"We don't feel that we are doing anything particularly bad or evil. It's just the way Rhodie and I grew up, I guess. We feel we are lucky that we married partners who will have us as we are and share the life we have to lead. And in this day of so much mate swapping and wild sex, hell, we are practically mild.
"But over and above all else, we are happy. All of us."
CHAPTER THREE
Many psychologists seem to suspect that there is a better chance of a homosexual affair developing between twin boys and it would seem that there is substance in such a suspicion. As has already been shown, when there is a predisposition toward sensuality and an early interest in sex, twin boys can very easliy develop a homosexual relationship and not feel particularly depraved when enjoying it.
Yet, here again, the same predispositioning factors may come alive and a relationship begun in early youth can set the pattern for what will come in later life.
Many psychiatrists have written, when discussing their homosexual patients, that one of the most powerful foes they have to deal with is the conditioning that a homosexual has achieved with his partner, a sexual compatibility not capable of development with someone else. And when there is a sexual affinity between twin boys, who become homosexual and want to change, the experts say that the chances of making a good adjustment to another partner are not really very good.
The hapless twins usually have to do the best they can and make whatever adjustment they can in order to live a well rounded sex life. Sometimes, the adjustments that they make work out rather disastrously and sometimes they work out beautifully.
Bill and Bob G. are now in their late twenties. They are handsome blond males and for years they were deeply involved in a homosexual arrangement that they enjoyed and wanted to keep.
According to Bill, they were the twins of a prosperous middle class couple. Their father was an engineer and their mother worked as a secretary in a law office, so there was always enough money and theirs was a tasteful and happy home.
"We started fooling around with each other when we were very young," Bill says. "We were sucking each other long before we were ever able to ejaculate. We just liked doing it and when we were young we slept in the same bed and it was sort of comforting to me to have Bob's cock in my mouth when I fell asleep and I know that he felt the same way.
"Of course, when we got older and started shooting juice, we adjusted to it quite naturally. And it got so that when we didn't have anything to do and we were hanging around the house we'd have us a little party. When we were about fifteen, it really got to be good, and we just sucked, that's all. No sodomy. That all came later.
"It probably won't be believed but I don't think we ever thought of ourselves as being homosexuals.
We were twins and we liked each other and I was able to experience intense pleasure when we were having our little parties. It was something that we had always done and we just kept right on with it.
"We both went out with girls when we were in high school, and one night I had a date with this little redhead who was the aggressive type. She was determined that she was going to get herself screwed, but it didn't work out for her, because no matter what she did to me, she just couldn't get me hard. She sure tried, and then she finally decided that I was afraid of her and I took her home and that was the end of that. She never went out with me again. Most of the other girls I dated weren't looking for sex. They just wanted a presentable escort and I was glad to serve.
"I know that Bob had similar experiences with the girls he dated, so I just figured we were having more fun with each other than we could have with a girl and I could easily understand that, so we just kept on with what we were doing.
"We weren't separated when we went to college and we even shared our own apartment. And, of course, we kept up our homosexual activities. It was while we were in college that we added sodomy to our bag of tricks. One afternoon we were lying on the bed and Bob began talking about it. He wanted to try it. I was quite willing to oblige so he got a jar of petroleum jelly from the bathroom and we greased ourselves and then he got up on his hand and knees and I eased my big dick into him. He began groaning and squirming and backing himself tighter against me and I could tell that he was enjoying beautiful sensations. I reached under his hips and I touched his huge hard-on and he shot all over the bed. I was giving it to him slowly and he kept begging me to ram it to him, fast and furious and when I started that, he began coming again and no one was touching him. He kept begging me not to stop and I tried to make it last as long as I could but there was such a nice, pleasurable sensation running through me that I just couldn't make it last. When I rammed it to him for the last thrust, he jammed his rear end tightly against me and I felt him shaking and I was spurting fiercely and I knew that he was coming all over again, and it was an orgasm that just drained everything out of him. He slid forward and simply collapsed on the bed. I fell on top of him, weak and shaking, and we were both soaked with sweat.
"He wriggled and moaned as I finally pulled it out of him, and after I got through with my shower he was lying on the bed smoking a cigarette and he gave me a big grin. He told me that he had just discovered one of the most beautiful sensual thrills he had ever experienced. He said it was nothing like anything else, just pure joy and rich sexual ecstasy. He said that we would rest and then he would fuck me and I could feel it too.
"By the time he was hard again, I was eager and ready to try sodomy and when he began easing his big dick into me, I began feeling sensations that were truly delicious and I did the same thing he did, I mean I backed right into it and when it slipped into me the sensations were excruciatingly delightful.
"Bob started in nice and easy and in seconds I was begging him to really give it to me hard. I was conscious of an itchy sensation, and then a rich, sexual feeling and it all got to be too much for me. He touched something deep inside of me and I could feel the swift, shuddering sensations of a beautiful orgasm and then he was really screwing me enthusiastically and I could feel these wild crazy feelings in my body and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was the nicest sensual pleasure I had ever felt and in just a few minutes I popped all over again. He kept on ramming it into me and the longer he lasted the better it felt and then I felt his desperate lunges as he approached orgasm and when I felt him coming inside me, I spurted all over the bed once again and then just as he did, I fell flat on my face and I just laid there, worn and weak and too overcome with sexual frenzies to even move. When he finally eased himself out of my body I could enjoy the rich, wormy thrills that make my flesh quiver and twitch with blissful pleasures. The whole business had impressed me enormously and I think we both knew that we had found a new source of intense erotic sensations. Bob went off to the bathroom to take a shower and clean himself up, and when I was able to move I had to shower too, because I had fallen into the mess that my ejaculations had created. I tore the covers off the bed and put them in the laundry hamper, then I went in and got into the shower stall with Bob.
"Thereafter, we did a lot of sodomy. We kept it up all the while we were in college and it was always a source of deep and rewarding sensual excitement. And after we got hooked on that, we both felt we knew just why girls enjoyed getting screwed so much. And I think that we developed a real sympathy for them.
"In spite of all the fun we were having, we did a lot of talking about our future and girls. I didn't really feel quite right about the life I was leading and I earnestly wanted to change. We did a lot of talking about things and we were honest enough to admit to ourselves that we were out-and-out homos, but we weren't too upset about it. I thought that making love to a girl might be nice and I wanted to try and change. I'd heard that homos rarely if ever actually change, but lots of them got married and they were able to make both scenes and keep themselves out of trouble.
"We finally decided that we were going to start dating more and the first time we got a chance to get laid we would take it.
"But we didn't really do too much about girls at that time. We were both graduating and taking jobs and the confusion sort of left us very little time in which to experiment or look for girls.
"Probably because we had earned engineering degrees, we were in demand and we both went to work for the same company. And when we settled down, we shared an apartment and went right on with our homosexual activities. We were happy and working and almost content with our life. We did start dating girls, though. Bob met several that he liked and when he tried sex with them, he said it was all right and enjoyable but nothing like the wild sensations he could enjoy when he was blowing me and making me come, or when I was screwing him. So we began looking around for ways to increase the sexual pleasures we were having with each other and naturally we learned all about dildos. Bob had the guts to find a place where they were sold and he bought a couple of them and brought them home. We used them on each other and while they could do wonders in the way of providing sensation, they weren't as good as a real cock, and of course, there was no sensation of orgasm transmitting itself to the sensitive tissues of the rectal tract and that was important to both of us. After using the dildos a few times we just put them away and went back to our usual way of life.
"Janet was a girl who worked in our office, and when I first met her I think I was knocked off my feet by her prettiness. She was short, about five-two, and she had a figure that was something to pray to. She was a blonde with a big, wide smile, dark blue eyes and a cute little nose. She had beautiful legs, and her breasts, even behind all of her clothing, stood out proud and pert and it amazed me to feel myself getting an erection the very first time I talked with her. When I asked her for a date she accepted so quickly I was sort of thrilled and encouraged.
"She was a lot of fun to be with and I quickly decided that she was the nicest girl I had ever known. She was nineteen and after we had had a few dates, we got around to at least talking about sex. She told me that she was quite sure she was very much oversexed because she liked that sort of thing.
"We went to the beach this one night and we sat on a blanket beside a whispering sea in the dark and we necked a little and we talked about sex. She told me lots of things. She said that she had gone with a boy in high school and he had broken her in pretty well, but because she was afraid of getting pregnant, she had never let him get into her. And that was just fine with him. He taught her how to suck him and she was always doing that for him. But after a while she got hung up on that kind of sex and she went after him so strong, he finally left her. She had developed an appetite for semen and she just couldn't ever get enough of it, so she had been having herself a hell of a time, because she wasn't the type of girl who would try that with just anybody. She had to like the guy, really care about him. It was all part of the picture as far as she was concerned.
"She was in my arms when she was telling me about her sex drives and she was crying as she explained that she was sure she was not a nice girl, the kind of girl a nice guy would want.I began necking with her and trying to soothe her and I found myself telling her that I thought she was wonderful and that I wanted her and very much, too. She began kissing me back and then I was handling her breasts and she put her hand on me and I was as hard as a rock. She got my pants open and I could feel her warm little palm wrapped around my joint and she began pumping her hand up and down slowly and it was a delightful sensation. She was breathing a little fast and she kissed me with a passion that was blazing. She laid her cheek against mine and whispered in my ear.
" T want to suck your cock,' she said. 'I want to so badly.'
"She didn't have to beg me. I told her to go right ahead. She kissed me again and she heaved a big sigh. She slid downwards until her head was in my lap. She began licking the tip of my dick and I felt her shiver and then she was sliding it into her mouth and I started squirming in sheer ecstasy as her tongue curled and she began exerting tremendous pressure as she sucked. It felt like she was reaching down deep into my loins and stirring up everything and then her fingers found my balls and she was squeezing them and pushing them tightly into my crotch as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down. She made me gush in seconds with that kind of action and when I came, her whole body shook like she had a violent chill. She was still sucking so hard it was hurting, but I couldn't stop 'her or say anything to her. I was lost in sensations and ecstasies so voluptuous I couldn't even think.
"She was truly gifted when it came to sucking. Bob was good and I was good, but nothing like the kind of talent she had. She kept on trying for more and more of me and she kept her head moving up and down and after a few minutes of that I came all over again. She lifted her head when that was all finished but I couldn't see her face in the gloom that was all around us.
" 'Play with me, too,' she said, 'I'm not wearing pants.'
"She put her head down again and she went back to sucking. I put my hands on her and when I slipped my hand up her thighs, she opened her legs and I slid my fingers into the wet, slippery well between her legs. Her hair felt soft and silky and her little slit felt blisteringly hot. I slipped a finger into the opening and she wriggled. When I found the little clit and started massaging that, she wiggled her hips and her orgasm was a tremendous physical convulsion, and she exerted herself with me and I had a wild and crazy orgasm, too.
"I think we spent most of the night there on the blanket on the beach. In time, Janet stopped sucking me and she took time out to have a cigarette. She asked me if I liked what she did and I told her I could not have been more pleased. She laughed at that and she said that she would give me some more attention after we had taken a little rest. She told me that she had enjoyed herself very much and she thought that we would get along very comfortably after that first night of sex.
"We must have talked for an hour and she told me that she thought she was in love with me and that was why I was so delicious to her, and why she was so greedy. Then she went back to sucking me some more and I resumed playing with her, too. When we finally left the beach and I was driving her home, she had her head in my lap and she was sucking all the way home. She lingered over it for a while when I parked in front of her place. Then she kissed me good night and went upstairs.
"When I saw her in the office the next day, she looked bright and alert and very happy. She told me she hadn't slept at all but she was so happy she didn't need sleep. But that night when I drove her home she said that she was going to take a shower and go right to bed. I asked her if I could come up for a little while and she said yes. If I wanted to, I could watch her take a shower.
"She fixed a drink for me when we got inside her apartment, and I carried it into the bedroom. She began undressing and she was smiling happily at the look in my eyes. Her nipples were like pale pink bullets, small and awfully hard. She had a tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Her thighs were creamy white and delicately tapered, and there was a tiny, bewitching cleft of flesh where her legs joined. She had a triangle of soft, almost white hair covering her pubic mound, but it was so light it hid nothing and when she moved I could see the delicate little pink lips shielding the opening of her sexual canal. She stood with her legs spread wide, inviting me to gaze at her most intimate parts and I took full advantage of her kindness. She came close to me and her hand reached for the bulge in my trousers, and when she felt the hardness there, she knelt on the floor in front of me. Her fingers were deft and she had my cock in her hand in seconds. She looked up at me with a pleading look and I laughed at her. She opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. When she closed her mouth and began sucking I lost all control and began gushing. I looked down at her and I saw that she had her eyes closed and she was shivering as the fluid poured into her throat. She didn't let up at all and I was trembling, and as she continued exerting pressure, I felt the sweet, pulling sensations deep within my body and I knew that she was going to have more of what she yearned for in very short order. She knew it, too, and she became even more excited and artful and when she popped me again the head of my cock ached and my brain felt like it was going to fly apart. It was rich and delightful sensation and when she finally let me go, I was a bit disappointed. She lifted her face to look up at me and I saw that her eyes were glittering with a strange, almost exalted look and she was still trembling as passion subsided slowly in her.
"She asked me to come into the bathroom with her and she took a shower while I watched. The water seemed to cool her down a bit and when she got finished she seemed to be quite all right again. She told me that she was going to send me home right away because if she let me stay, she wouldn't get any sleep and she was tired. She got into a robe and went with me to the door and she kissed me good night in a sweet, almost shy way. She told me that she loved me and then she pushed me outside into the hall.
"Bob was home when I got there and he gave me a funny look as he asked me how come I wasn't with my girl friend. He had met Janet and he seemed to like her. I think he was resenting the fact that I was seriously considering marrying Janet. He didn't want to marry anybody and he thought that I was foolish to try it. It dawned on me after listening to him that he was jealous of Janet, and I think he hated her. I didn't bother talking with him any more after I realized what was what with him. I went to bed and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
"The next night Janet and I had a date and we went right to her apartment and she fixed us some dinner. She was very cute and bossy with me. She made me help her in the kitchen and then when our dinner was cooking she made me go into the bathroom with her and I had to take a shower. She watched me and when I was drying myself off, she told me that after dinner she was going to work on me all evening. She was very threatening about it, but I didn't care. I was tickled to death. And I guess it showed because she grabbed my cock and began jerking me off and when she saw that I was getting close to coming, she slid down and finished it off with her mouth. She lingered after the first time and I thought she was going to stop but what she was doing must have stimulated her too much because she really began working on me and she popped me again and she lingered for a while, anxious to get every drop out of me, then she slid her mouth off of me and I helped her to get up onto her feet again. She gave me a big smile and I saw that she was trembling and she was still hot. She said she would give me a really wild night because she had been thinking about me all day and she was half crazy by now. She kissed me and when I started to put my clothes on again, she told me not to bother. No one could see into the apartment and she loved having me around naked.
"We sat at the table and ate the dinner she had fixed. I felt naked sitting there with her staring at me, and of course I was naked. She was all smiles and happiness and every once in a while she would reach under the table and squeeze my dick and fondle my balls and by the time she was ready for us to go into the bedroom and begin our evening of sexual pleasures, I was sure ready. I had a hard-on that felt like it was four miles long.
"She made me sit down on the bed and watch as she got out of her clothes and she was very much pleased because I thought her so pretty and so very sexy. She stood naked, gazing at me and then she moved toward the bed in a kind of strange, threatening stride and then she jumped onto the bed and she was on her hands and knees making growling noises like a dog. She sniffled around at my balls and then she began licking at my dick just like I was another dog. She was moving her face up and down in the crease between my buttocks and when she slid her tongue far up inside of the anal opening, I began squirming and she knew then that she had discovered something that I particularly liked. She kept sliding her tongue in and out of the opening and I was moaning and twitching with passion and she seemed to know that I couldn't take too much of that kind of fooling around. She left the anus and her wet tongue slid upwards and then she was capturing my cock and when I started coming, she sucked so hard she almost tore me apart. She was exceptionally hot and she went at me like an animal, intent on gorging herself, and the more I writhed and twisted in an agony of exaggerated sensation, the more she seemed to try increasing her fervor and the sensual thrills she was giving me. She used her nails to pluck the sensitive flesh of my scrotum and each time she forced another ejaculation out of me, she made a high, screeching sound deep in her throat and it emerged from her nasal passages like the sound an animal makes when it kills another.
"After she had slaked her thirst a bit, she stopped and sat up. She gazed at me with a big grin on her face and I sat up too. We smoked cigarettes and she told me that she was going to resume sucking me, but she wanted me to suck her, too. She explained that that sort of action really turned her on and she wanted to be turned on. The thought of having her sex in my mouth was not too appealing but she insisted. When we resumed our love-making, she got on top of me and I tasted the tartness that was between her legs and that affected me rather strangely. Sucking her flesh seemed to increase the intensity of the erotic ecstasy I was feeling as her mouth and tongue drove me half crazy.
"We spent most of the night in a wild and frenzied sixty-nine, and when she finally sent me home I was utterly exhausted. When I got home Bob was sound asleep and I was glad of that. It was our custom, on certain nights, to have a party of our own after I was finished with Janet, but lately, with her exhausting me so thoroughly we had sort of quit having any fun together and I knew that Bob felt bad about that, and he resented Janet.
"After that really wild night with Janet, we knew that we were deeply in love and would be married, and about two weeks later we did it. Janet gave up her apartment and she and I found a nice little house that we were able to rent, and the first couple of weeks with her in our new home were pure heaven. Once we were married, Janet really went wild with sexual demands. She started taking the pill and she liked to be screwed occasionally but after that was over, she always made me go down on her and make sure that there wasn't a drop left in her. It may sound awful, but I sort of liked doing that for her. And I found that I couldn't notice any difference between Bob's semen and my own. There just wasn't any noticeable difference, so I enjoyed my life with Janet and I tried to screw her as often as possible.
"The weekends were really rough on me, because she would blow me before I even got out of bed and she was always hungry, always at me. We would spend the whole weekend in bed and she would keep me in a state of constant depletion. But she was an -artist at the business of stimulation and when I would get lazy, usually by evening, she would use her tongue and her mouth to stimulate me. One night she treated me to a time of professional stimulation, after she'd been especially voracious during the day. She got a rag wet with scalding hot water and she held that against my balls, then she took the rag away and held a couple of ice cubes against them, and it was amazing how well that worked.
"The following day was a Sunday and she had great plans for us then. She told me she had made up a little whip and if I started to get lazy and fail to come up, she was going to use it on my genitals until they responded and worked the way she wanted them to. When she said that, I stared at her like she was mad, but she laughed and told me that I shouldn't worry too much about it. She had an idea I would love having her whip my genitals. She saw that I didn't quite believe her so she went to the bureau and got a gadget out of one of the drawers. It was a short-handled whip that she had fashioned by tying some rawhide shoe laces onto a short piece of the handle from a broom. She came over to where I was lying naked on the bed and she smiled as she told me to lift my knees up and hold them far apart. When she saw that I was very nervous about the whole business, she laughed and told me to at least give it a try. She promised that she wouldn't hurt me.
"I felt like an idiot, but I did as she asked and when I had my genitals fully exposed, she lifted her hand and brought the leather strands down against them. She was being very gentle and the touch of the leather stung a bit, but it was a nice, pleasant sensation, decidedly erotic and I liked it. She kept flicking her wrist up and down and the leather laces kept stinging my balls and my cock and the area beneath, and as it continued, I became conscious of a deep, itching sensation that was exceptionally delightful. She was smiling at me, watching my reaction. I noticed that she was hitting me harder and harder but I didn't mind because it felt like a million worms were crawling and seething in my groin and it was a sensual sensation too rich to endure. She brought the whip down in a harsh, vicious cut and when the leather touched my whole sexual area, I came all over myself and she watched it all, smiling with a superior knowledge. She put the whip down and quickly gave me a tongue bath so that nine of her precious honey was wasted. Then she blew me again and when I came that time, the raw, raging sensations were like nothing I had ever felt before.
"When we took time for a smoke and a little visit, she explained to me that lots of girls liked to whip their men before they blew them because doing that always gave them a much more bountiful reward, and there was a difference in the taste of the material they wanted, and that was a real benefit. I had to admit that what she had done to me with her home-made whip had increased the erotic sensations of orgasm immensely. She confessed that she liked to have her sexual flesh stimulated with the whip, because it gave her a beautiful reaction, top. When she asked me to do that for her, I was glad to and I enjoyed it as much as she did.
From then on, the whip became a permanent part of our sexual life. And no matter how lazy my cock was, Janet could give me a little working over with the whip and it responded very quickly to her efforts. As time passed, we discovered that I could take more and more of the whip and much harsher blows than what she had first started with. She said that I was becoming conditioned to her little toy, and I guess she was right.
"You'd think that with a full, rich sex life going with Janet I'd be quite content, but I guess I wasn't. After we got settled down Janet decided to invite Bob to dinner, and the first time he came I could see that he was unhappy. And, in a way, I could understand the way he felt. The only times I saw him after I got married was at work, and I knew that he was not fooling around with anyone and I didn't think he would ever get married. So I was very pleased when Janet invited him for dinner.
"Janet was working and so was I and I thought it was a big thing when Janet invited my brother for dinner. It meant a lot of extra work for her and she knew that Bob didn't like her very much. So, I thought that she was being very gracious about things. And having Bob come for dinner seemed to bring him and me closer together, and one day when we were having lunch at the plant, Bob told me how desolate he was and how he wasn't having any fun at all. He missed the nice parties that he and I had always enjoyed and he admitted that he probably disliked Janet only because he and I just didn't have any fun any more. We talked about it and I was burning with sexual excitement and I was just as eager to have a little party as he was. I tried to explain to him that sex with Janet wasn't quite the same as it had been between us. We talked about it and we finally decided to take the afternoon off and go to my house and have us a really good time. We did it and it was a time of fantastic pleasures for us, and when we were finally exhausted we decided that we would try to spend more time together. One thing, when Bob and I had a party, we could enjoy the rich benefits of sodomy, which I couldn't get from Janet.
"So, for a long while, I walked both sides of the street. We always went to our apartment, Janet's and mine, because Bob had heard some rather unpleasant comments from some of the more astute people in his apartment house and he wanted no more of that. So, with Janet working, we were able to indulge ourselves unstintingly in my place and we took off from work as often as we dared.
"And then the inevitable happened. One afternoon, Bob and I were enjoying a nice, lazy sixty-nine when Janet walked in on us. I have no idea how long she was standing in our bedroom, watching us, but after Bob made me come and I was more alert to the externals around me I heard her, and when I looked up I could see the fury in her eyes and she looked like she was going to die right then and there. Bob rolled over and sat up and he stared at her, still too deeply enmeshed in sexual pleasures to be really alert.
"Janet was home and I couldn't understand why. She never took off from work. She had no business being home. She sat down in the big chair in our room and she got out her cigarettes and got one lit. I could see that she was very much upset. Her hand was shaking as she took the cigarette out of her mouth.
" 'I suspected,' she said, dully. 'Too often lately, Bill has been pretty well depleted by the time I get to him. After all I know my husband by now. And you two were together for so long. I've heard about twins, too, and the way they go sometimes. So, when you both weren't at work, I though I'd better come home and see for myself what was going on.'
"Bob was scared. It showed all over him, and I was scared, too. I was afraid that Janet was going to leave me and I didn't want that to happen. I knew that I loved her very deeply, very dearly, and I loved my brother, too. I was in one hell of a mess. We were both on the bed, stark naked, and when I looked at Bob I noticed that he was trembling and he was white. Janet looked at him and I saw her gaze settle on his limp cock. She kept staring at him for a long time and then she looked at me. She was very solemn and decidedly upset. But she seemed to know all about us and what we had been doing right along.
" 'What are you going to do?' Bob asked her, finally.
" 'I don't know,' she answered him. 'I'm going to do some thinking about it. I know that if I divorce my husband and spread this around the office, you will both be finished in this town. That's what I'm thinking about doing.'
"I knew then what Bob was so terrified about and I could feel the same way. We were both accomplishing at the plant and we were getting one promotion after another and I didn't want to lose my job, either. Janet was sitting there, a thoughtful expression on her face, and, really, she didn't seem to be very angry.
" 'We could have a lot of fun,' I said, slowly. 'You know the way you are, why not have two guys?'
"Janet stared at me and I could see the wheels going around in her head. She looked at Bob and she smiled. All of a sudden, she had gotten a glimpse of paradise.
" 'You know, Bob,' she said, 'you did invade my home and seduce my husband in my own bed. I think I'm entitled to something for that. And, I think, too, that if I keep both of you for my own personal slaves, I can really enjoy life to the utmost. How would you feel about that?"
"Asking him how he felt about it was pointless. While she had been talking to him, his cock had gotten as hard as a rock and was standing straight up, the head glistening because the skin was stretched so tightly. Janet looked at me then, and when I shrugged, she stood up and stretched. She smiled broadly at us, then she said that she thought her life was going to be beautiful from then on.
"She came over to the bed and she reached out and grasped Bob's hard-on. She began giving him a hand job and he sat there shaking and watching her. She smiled at him and then she bent down and she got his cock in her mouth and my poor brother really got a going over. Maybe because she didn't like him too well, or maybe because she was awfully horny, whatever the reason, she damned near killed him. I thought I had drained him, but she got lots more out of him, and when he sort of wilted on her she simply moved over to me and she drained me dry in damned short order.
"She kept taking us in turn and after a while she gave us both a taste of her whip and it worked on Bob just as it did on me, and she just kept feasting. She was fully dressed and simply busy with her favorite pastime and there wasn't anything that we could say or do about it. And she knew it.
"It was after six when she finally told us that we could look forward to some rest. She was going to fix dinner for us and after we had eaten she was going to get undressed and we could take turns screwing her and eating her. She was going to have a grand time for herself and so were we.
"Dinner was a leisurely affair and Bob and I were allowed to sit in the living room and watch TV while she got things ready. Bob told me, quietly, that he could not have been more pleased with the way things had turned out, and he just knew that we would have a wonderful life together from then on.
"And that has proven to be the truth. Janet has herself two willing and virile studs and she is very happy. And Bob and I are too, mainly because Janet isn't entirely heartless and very often she will sit and watch while Bob and I have our fun. Bob gave up the apartment and he boards with us, and we have managed to try everything we can think up. Bob brought the dildos with him when he moved in and Janet has become fascinated with them. She loves to strap one on and she will sodomize both of us, and getting it from her has proven to be a grand and glorious experience. She has us both in her bed at night and she says that with both of us she can do lots of things she couldn't do before. She loves to suck one of us while the other one is screwing her. Things like that.
"So, all in all, ours is the ideal existence for us, and with so many people swinging and swapping these days, we feel that we are lucky. We have everything we could possibly want.
"And we have it right in our own home."
CHAPTER FOUR
Probably one of the most interesting facets of twin-oriented cases is the tendency on the part of one twin to dominate the other. This seems to be especially true when the twins are a boy and a girl, and, extending the pattern still further, according to those who have done much research on this type of sexual pattern, it is usually the girl twin who dominates the boy, and in cases where the girl is possessed of exceptional beauty, the domination is very often tinged with a strong touch of sadism.
Whenever brother and sister live together in the same house and develop any closeness, the psychologists suppose that there is a tendency on the part of one or the other to rule the roost and to boss the other one around. But in the case of twins this tendency is exaggerated and almost always present, always active.
And when the two develop a sexual affinity for each other and a desire to enjoy each other's person, the sadistic strain in the one twin will inevitably show up and make life miserable for the one with the milder personality, or, as so often happens, bring a whole new dimension to an association that becomes quite pleasant. There are many sets of twins wherein the one does most of the thinking for the other, especially during the young, formative years. Some psychologists believe that it is during this formative state that much of what develops later is initiated. It is during the young years that a boy can enjoy having his sister do his thinking for him, make decisions, and generally guide his growth. And many young girls take advantage of a brother's willingness to be guided and dominated by a sister.
LeRoy T. admits that he was the willing slave of his very pretty twin sister, Ronnie. These two young people are at present in their late twenties and they are still carrying on an association that developed between them when they were children. One of the factors of growing up that has affected LeRoy's sexual personality was his mother's frequent spankings.
"My mother was always spanking us," he says. "I've often thought that she enjoyed doing it. I know that I gradually grew to enjoy having her do it. Of course when I was just a small boy I had no idea that there was anything sensual about a spanking. I just knew that I loved the warm, tingling sensations I would feel when my mother paddled my bottom, and I suspect that I deliberately did things that would make my mother punish me.
"Ronnie was always a beautiful girl, even when she was a little kid, and every time I was going to be spanked my mother would let Ronnie watch it. She would stand around, her blonde curls framing her pretty face, and she would watch me while I had to take my pants down and then my shorts and get across my mother's knee while she walloped the hell out of my bare buttocks. Ronnie got such a big charge out of watching me get spanked that she would run to my mother and tell her every little thing that I did.
"She was a real snot during the years when we were growing up and she almost never got a spanking, but when she did, my mother would never take her panties down. She would just lift Ronnie's skirt and then wallop her, but not very hard. Not really.
"In spite of the fact that she was such a snot, Ronnie and I were always very close, mainly, I guess, because we were alone a lot. My mother held down two jobs. During the day she worked in an office and at night she worked as a cocktail waitress, and she made more at night than during the day. She was always talking about quitting her daytime job but she never did it.
"Well, when we were about thirteen, Ronnie was really fully developed and she was the prettiest girl in school. They were always putting her in plays and all of the boys were chasing her, but she didn't much care about any of them. She acted like she thought she was too good for any of the boys who chased her, and perhaps she was. But I know I was always trying to look up her dress, and watching her moving around the house would get me all steamed up and I would wind up in the bathroom jerking off. She was a real hot rock and she sure knew it.
"This one day, she ran and told my mother that
I had done something, I don't remember what it was, but my mother told me that I was going to get a spanking. Well, I was kind of big for a spanking and it had been some time since the last time I had had to go through that, but when my mother sat down in her favorite' chair, I knew what I had to do. She made me take my pants down and then my shorts and Ronnie was standing there looking on, and she seemed very interested in my sex parts. I knew that I was big for my age and it bugged me that she would stand there and look at me. She had a funny, supercilious smile on her face as she watched and that infuriated me, too.
"My mother kind of hiked her skirt up and she made me lie down across her thighs. She started in on my bare ass and at first it stung something fierce and then it was a burning, crawling sensation that seemed awfully hot. The sensation spread all through me, and I had a hell of a hard-on, but I didn't care. It was such a nice, pleasant sensation I didn't really think about anything. And it seemed that the more my mother spanked me the nicer the sensation got, until there came a time when my whole midsection was on fire with sexual excitement and all of a sudden I was coming all over my mother's legs. The stuff just shot out of me and it kept on spurting and I thought it would never stop. My mother must have felt it because she stopped hitting me and she pushed me off of her lap and I fell onto the floor, with my dick still spitting. Ronnie was standing there watching it all with her eyes as big as marbles. She had a funny expression on her face and it made me mad that I would do such a thing. My mother told Ronnie to get her a wet wash rag from the bathroom and then she wiped herself clean. She pulled her skirt down and she stared at me with an odd look on her face. She told me to get up and clean myself up. I stood up and I was awfully ashamed of myself for what I had done and I wanted to say that I was sorry but I just couldn't speak. My mother seemed to understand. She smiled at me and then she said that it looked like I was becoming too big to be spanked. She wouldn't do it again. She'd have to think of some other way of punishing me. Then she went into the bathroom and a few minutes later I could hear the shower running. I got my clothes back on again and Ronnie was still watching me, a supercilious smirk on her face. She didn't say anything but I could feel my face blushing just from the way she looked at me.
"When my mother got through in the bathroom I went in and took a shower and I couldn't understand why I would still have a hard-on and why I would have to flip my meat again right away. My rear end and my whole crotch was alive with smarting, itching sensations and I knew that I would be sort of wishing my mother would spank me again if it could do things like that to me.
"We ate dinner together that night and my mother went off to work and Ronnie started bossing me around in the kitchen while I was helping her do the dishes. Ronnie was acting kind of funny and she got me sore the way she was pushing me around. When she told me to do something, I told her to shut up and worry about doing her own work. She stepped close to me and the next thing I knew my head was ringing from the smack in the face she gave me. It almost knocked me off of my feet. But the worst part of it all was, I could feel my cock getting hard and it felt like my balls were churning and bubbling and I just stood there, holding my face and staring at Ronnie. She was grinning at me and she asked me if I wanted her to hit me again. I shook my head, and it hurt when I did it. She laughed and then she told me to do as I was told and I wouldn't get hurt. If I disobeyed her, she would really belt me.
" 'You're not my mother,' I said angrily. 'You don't tell me what to do.'
"She laughed at me and her eyes were staring at the huge hard-on in my pants.
" 'You want me to hit you again, don't you?' she asked softly. 'You'll come in your pants if I do. You know that, don't you?'
"I didn't answer her because I was too embarrassed. She raised her hand and she slapped me in the face again and I stood there, my cock spurting like a fountain in my pants. She seemed to know exactly what was happening to me. She stepped close to me and she kissed me right on the mouth.
" 'Silly boy,' she said, 'if you do just what I tell you to do, I'll spank you. I'll spank you all the time because I know how much you love having it done. Now, you be a good boy, you hear?'
"There were tears in my eyes and I just nodded my head. I was still pumping out and I knew that I had a real mess in my pants. Ronnie took me by the hand and she led the way into the bathroom. When she told me to take my pants off, I did it. She pulled my shorts down and she rinsed them out in the sink, so my mother wouldn't see the mess I had made in them. Ronnie put her hands on my cock and balls and she was having herself a real time feeling them. I was still crying because she had hurt me and because I couldn't seem to control myself. I never did know which, but
Ronnie kissed me again. She told me that I was too ready mainly because I wasn't getting any attention from anybody. I asked her how she knew so much and she just smiled. She said that girls learned such things very early in life.
"She washed my legs for me and my genitals and then she wanted to play with my cock. She made me sit down on the edge of the tub and she began jerking me off. She said she knew all about giving hand jobs and she wanted to see the way my cock worked. She had already seen plenty but she watched it like it was going to explode or something, and after a while it did explode and the stuff went all over the bathroom. She giggled and I kept begging her to keep on jerking me off so that she would really finish it. She laughed at that. She was kneeling in front of it and she slid her mouth down over it and started sucking the last of it out of me, and she really finished me off, but good.
"I sat there shaking like a busted fan while she kept sucking me and bobbing her head up and down and the strangest sensations were rippling through me. She was driving me half crazy, and the next time she made it come, she simply sucked as hard as she could and I could see her swallowing slowly, as though she really enjoyed what she was doing. I was appalled at what she was doing but I was too helpless to say anything or do anything. She made sure she got every possible drop, then she stopped and when she took it out of her mouth it was as red as hamburger.
"Her face had a funny look on it like she had discovered something that she didn't quite believe. "That's enough for right now,' she said. 'Put on some clean clothes and let's get out of here.'
"She turned around and went into her bedroom and I went into mine. When I was dressed I went into the living room and started to watch TV. Ronnie came in and she shut it off. She wanted to talk. She sat down in a chair in front of me and then she began asking me questions. All about how often I jerked off, and what being spanked did to me, and did I like what she had done to me. And, finally, did I want for us to have fun with sex? The answer to the last question was pretty obvious to her but I told her I was sure ready for anything sexy. I tried to explain to her what happened to me when I got a spanking but she pretty much knew all about it. She told me she liked playing with my cock and she liked taking it in her mouth. She said she would do that to me lots of times because she enjoyed it so much. And she would spank me a lot too, because she liked the idea of doing it to me and she could get herself all steamed up doing it. She even got steamed up watching my mother do it. She always had.
"She seemed to know a lot about sex and I asked her where she had learned. She said that that was all she and her girl friends ever talked about. Boys and sex. And she had been trying to figure out a way to get at me for a long time anyway.
"She went to the phone after a while and she called my mother at work. She wanted to know what time my mother would get home and if she would be able to check her homework. When she found out that my mother would not be home until after two in the morning, she pretended to be disappointed and when she hung up the phone she had a mile-wide grin on her face. She came over to where I was sitting and she knelt down in front of me. She reached for my fly just like she owned what was inside, and I guess she did, because I didn't do anything to stop her. She took it out and as soon as she began playing with it, it got hard. She examined it real close, rubbing her thumb over the hole and there was stuff coming out of it and her thumb was slippery, and it felt very nice. She began moving her hand up and down like she was giving me a hand job and she lifted her eyes to look up into my face.
" 'Come into my bedroom,' she said. 'I want you to do some things for me, then I'll suck you off again. Come on.'
"She let go of my dick and grabbed my hand. She led me into her bedroom, and when she plopped down on the bed she told me to go into my room and take all of my clothes off. I could put my robe on, just in case anyone came and she had to let them in. But she knew and I knew that nobody would come to the door. No one ever did. I put my robe on, and when I went back into her room she made me take it off. She said she loved looking at me naked and she sure loved handling me. She cupped my balls in her hand and she squeezed them. She gave me a big smile and then she dug her nails into me, and my whole body stiffened and it felt like I was going to pop. She laughed at that and she began stroking my cock. She pulled me onto the bed with her and I knelt in front of her while she played with me. She looked into my eyes and her smile was real sexy.
" 'I'm going to spank you,' she said, 'and then I am going to take off my clothes and make you play with me, but you'd come the minute I took off my blouse, so I'll suck you a little.'
"She shifted her position in the bed and then she put her mouth over my stiff dick and she started using her tongue and her lips and her hands and she made me come in just a couple of minutes. She really tried hard to cool me down, and when she finally finished with me my cock was as limp as a rag.
"She sat back against the headboard of the bed then. She had a pack of cigarettes under her mattress, and she gave me one and she lit one. She asked me if I knew anything about girls, what they were like, how they were made. She asked me if I had ever seen a girl's cunt, and when I shook my head, she laughed.
" 'Well, you're going to see one,' she said. 'You are going to learn all about girls and how to please them. I'll teach you.'
"That kind of talk got me all excited again. She sat up and she unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off and I could see the tops of her breasts where her bra didn't cover them. She reached behind her shoulders and the bra sort of shriveled up. She stretched her arms and it fell down and I stared at her pretty tits. They were sort of large and sticking way out on her chest. The nipples were sticking out, too, and she wanted me to put my hands on them and fondle them. I was glad to do it. Hell, I was dying to do it. As soon as I touched her breasts with my hands she began moaning softly. She was moving her legs and she just lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying beautiful sensations, apparently. She opened her eyes and she told me to take her nipple into my mouth and suck it. Suck it real hard. When I put my mouth over one of her breasts, she gasped and her legs began shifting and squirming again. She told me to bite her nipple a little and suck real hard. I was doing what she told me, exactly as she told me to do it, and I was enjoying the wild, crazy feelings that were running riot in me.
"She made me suck each breast for a long time, then she told me, finally, that I could stop. But all the while I had been sucking her titties she had been jumping around and really making a lot of noise with the funny sounds that came out of her.
"She told me then that she was going to take her pants off and show me how to make love to her between her legs. She unhooked her skirt and slid it down over her hips and her pants came with it. She lay there naked then, watching me as I stared at the pale gold hair on her crotch. She slowly opened her legs and I could see the little crease fall apart. She put her hand down there and her fingers spread everything wide open and I could see the little opening inside the pale red folds of flesh. The opening of her sex looked like a little rosebud, buried inside the tiny little ears that shielded her sexual opening. She slid her fingertips high up toward her pelvis and she showed me the little pea-shaped clitoris. She was watching me steadily, and she looked like she was enjoying the touch of her own hand on her most sensitive flesh. She began sliding her fingertip up and down on the little lump of flesh and all of a sudden she was twisting and squirming and her hips were shifting back and forth on the bed. I was watching her sex, and all of a sudden it kind of shivered and twitched and then it was kind of blowing in and out and a thin trickle of fluid dribbled as she brought herself to a climax and then she kind of sighed and her whole body seemed to relax.
" 'That's how a girl comes,' she told me. 'Now, you put your hand there and I'll tell you just what to do and how to do it.'
"I was dying to touch her there and when I put my fingers in her I felt myself getting hard again. She told me to put my finger up inside of her and slide it in and out for a while. She liked that. She began squirming around again and she closed her eyes and let her head roll to one side on the pillow, and then she used her finger to excite her little clit again and in seconds she was having another orgasm, but this one seemed to be much stronger than the first one.
"She made me take my hand away for a moment or two. She sat up and we took time out for another cigarette. While we were having our smoke, she asked me if I would like to put my mouth down there and suck her for a while. She said that girls liked that better than anything else because of the wild, crazy sensations that they could enjoy when a boy did that for them. When I said I didn't think I wanted to do that, she smiled.
" 'You'll do it,' she said, 'and for as long as I want you to, because, if you don't do it, and do it nice, I'll beat the hell out of you. So don't tell me what you think you want to do. You'll do as I say. Always.'
"She was talking like she wanted to beat me up and when I realized that she got a great deal of sexual pleasure out of abusing me, I shivered. The thought kind of made me sexy, too. There was something extremely erotic about knowing that my sister could enjoy hurting me, and just thinking about it was very stimulating.
"When we finished our cigarettes, Ronnie told me to get between her legs and lie flat on the bed. I did what she told me to do and when she shoved her pelvis close to my face I could smell the distinctive odor that was between her legs and it was a scent that I liked. It make me want to kiss her little slit and suck it, too. She was in no hurry. She wanted me to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs and I did that, and then she slid a pillow under her bottom and her sex was wide open and waiting for me. She told me to put my mouth right over it. I did it; and as soon as I began tasting the juices of her body I began shaking. She was quite explicit about telling me to slide my tongue up inside of her, and I learned all about tonguing a girl right then and there.
"She taught me how to use my tongue on her clitoris and that really made her flip. She went absolutely wild then and it seemed to me that she just kept on having one orgasm after another, and I think I enjoyed it as much as she did. After a while, she made me stop while she shifted her position. She told me to lie on my back, and when I did she straddled my face and lowered herself right into my mouth. A moment later I felt the warmth of her mouth on my cock and I quickly discovered that the nicer I made her feel, and the more I made her come, the harder she worked on me. That was a wild, indescribable time, because I have no idea how many times she made me come, or how many times I did it for her, but we kept on and on and I know that we completely exhausted each other. It seemed like our bodies had shaken themselves apart so often that we were worn out and utterly spent when Ronnie finally fell over onto the bed, her whole crotch spasming with orgasm. She lay there on the bed for a long time, unmoving, moaning softly and switching. When I put my hand on her hip I discovered that she was soaked with perspiration. It surprised me to find out that I was too.
"I sat there beside her for a longtime, trembling and trying to get my breathing straightened out. I looked down at my sore cock and there were lots of teeth marks on it and the head of it looked raw and almost purple. She had sure worked on it with gusto and it hurt like hell. But it was a nice kind of hurt; I mean it felt tingly, and that was a nice sensation.
"Ronnie stirred after a while and she sat up and reached again for the cigarettes. She was an experienced smoker and my mother never even suspected that she had ever tried one. I guess I was too. I smoked at school, just like all of the other kids.
"She gave me a big, lopsided grin and she asked me if I liked sex and girls, and when I nodded, she giggled. She said that maybe we had better take a shower because we stank. She got up and so did I. She took my hand and we went into the bathroom.
"When we were finally finished in the shower, she dried me and I dried her. She kept playing with me all the time, just like a kid with a new toy, but I liked having her do that so it was all right. She cleaned things up in the bathroom and when we went back into her bedroom, she told me that she was going to give me a good spanking and then send me to bed because it was very late.
"She really meant it. She made me lie down on my stomach with a pillow under my hips and she used the same hairbrush my mother used and she laughed when she saw how the spanking turned me on. But she took pity on me. She really made my tail sting and smart something awful but she made me tell her when I was getting close to popping and when I told her to stop, she turned me over and her mouth slid down over my excited cock and she had me coming in seconds. I thought she would stop there, but she didn't. She rolled me onto my side and then she kept on sucking me while she used the hair brush on my bottom again and all of that stimulation was just too much for me to stand and after a short time it felt like my cock was on fire and I was pouring out my juices in a steady stream. When she finally sent me to bed, my whole rear end was seething with excitement and my whole sexual area was smarting with rich, sensual pleasure. But when I got into my bed and stretched out under the covers, I fell fast asleep in seconds, I think.
"Ronnie was waiting for me when I got home from school the next day. She was sitting in the kitchen have a cup of coffee, and as soon as I walked in she gave me a big smile and then she put her feet up on one of the other chairs. She had no pants on and she demanded that I eat her right away. She said that she was awfully hot and she had been waiting for me for a long time. I wanted to have some coffee too, but she wouldn't hear of that. She snapped at me as she told me to get down on my knees and eat her then and there, and she was nasty about it. Actually, the way she looked and the way she talked, she frightened me.
" 'You do it now,' she said, coldly. 'And when I've had enough I'm going to take you into the bedroom and wallop your ass till you can't sit. I've got to teach you to obey me.'
"I knelt down on the kitchen linoleum and I did as she asked me to do and she enjoyed herself immensely. I did too, because I really liked eating her, but the way she ordered me around and made me do it wasn't too easy to take. She finally told me I could have a cup of coffee and she poured some for both of us. She eat and looked at me and she seemed nice and calm and quite happy. She reached out and patted my hand then she kissed me.
" 'You know I am going to punish you,' she said, smiling archly, 'but you just love that, don't you?'
"In a way, I guess I was ashamed of the way I was. I know that my face was red and I just nodded my head. She patted my hand again and she told me that she would give me a really nice time as soon as we finished our coffee.
"When she led me into the bedroom later, I had a big hard-on, and she played with that for a minute or two. Then she told me to get undressed, and while I was doing it she got out of her clothes, too. She said she liked to be naked when she walloped me. When we were both naked, she pushed me down onto the bed and told me to lie on my side. She lay down that way too, with her feet up toward my head and then she began sucking and flailing away at my backside with the hairbrush. That was really wild and she just kept spanking me and sucking me and I began having excruciatingly delightful orgasms and she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"After a while, my whole midsection was on fire and I was in ecstasy from her mouth and the hairbrush, and when she thought I had had enough, she stopped. She quit right after an excessive orgasm so I didn't really mind. But that wasn't the end of it. She had gotten herself hot while she was working on me and she told me to lie on my back, she was going to try something new. She went to her bureau and got out a narrow black belt. She wrapped it around her fist, and when she turned back to look at me she had her usual supercilious smirk. She said she was going to have me eat her and she was going to use the belt on me and see if that really gave me a lot of sexual pleasure.
"She climbed on top of me and before she settled her hips down, she told me to draw up my legs so the belt would reach down and sting my buttocks. When I did as she directed, she settled her sex into my mouth and as soon as I began using my tongue on her she began swinging the belt and I could feel it hitting my buttocks. It felt like needles slipping into my flesh and it hurt for the first few minutes, but when I tried to get my head free so that I could protest, Ronnie just wriggled her bottom and ground it right into my face with her full weight behind it. Then she was using the belt with harsh, angry strokes and my whole midsection began blazing and the same old sensation of ejaculating steadily was alive in me, and I began to experience a brand new and truly wonderful state of erotic splendor. I don't know what she had in mind, but if she thought she was punishing me, she was crazy. The beautiful sensations that she was building in me were like a very wonderful agony and I know that I actually spent several times, but I was so inflamed I couldn't tell if she sucked me or not, that's how stimulated I was.
"Ronnie kept on with her belt and she was having monstrous orgasms all the while she was hitting me, and so was I. Finally, I went into some sort of sexual convulsion and my brain sort of quit working and all I was aware of was a steady, throbbing ecstasy that lasted for a long time, and when it began to subside Ronnie was sitting on the bed beside me, watching me, with a kind of worried look on her face. I sat up and I was all right. I looked down at my crotch and I saw that my genitals were red and swollen and I knew she had been whipping them with the belt. She saw my look and realized that I would know what she had' done.
" 'You loved it.' she said. 'You really flipped when I started hitting you there. You had a nice time, don't complain.'
"I wasn't going to complain. My whole body throbbed with aches and pains and they were all sort of erotic and I just felt like I had been wrung out. Ronnie told me to take a bath and I obeyed her without thinking. When I got off of the bed and tried to stand, I couldn't. I slid right down to the floor. Ronnie told me then that she had gotten a great deal out of me under the stimulus of the belt and she was sure I would be all right in a minute or two. She was right. I got onto my feet the second time and then I was fine. When I went into the bathroom, Ronnie went with me. She fixed a hot tub for me and I climbed into it. She washed me and she handled my genitals very gently. She said that she had enjoyed our little session too, and she was sure we would have lots of fun like that in the future. She had never even imagined such lovely sensations and she would want lots more, so we would have to find out how to fix me up afterwards. Soaking in the hot tub did wonders for me, and after she dried me off Ronnie made me lie down on her bed and she massaged cold cream into my battered rump and my sore genitals. For some crazy reason, that seemed to fix it all up.
"We had a lot of parties after that. Ronnie got her biggest kicks out of whipping me while I was sucking her and she did it all the time. And after a while that got to be the biggest kick for me, too. We did it all the time. Ronnie liked to have me eat her and play with her, but she only let me screw her a few times and that wasn't as much fun for either of us as the spankings and the whippings, so we pretty much stayed with that.
"Ronnie was at me all the time. By that I mean, every time we were alone together, she wanted us to play games. She liked what we were doing and it got so that when she couldn't give me what I liked so much, I used to actually feel sick. It got so that I had to have sex and the rough stuff, as much of it as I could get.
"When we were in high school, Ronnie started dating guys and I always felt that she was neglecting me, and lots of times I'd wait up for her, hoping she would do something for me when she got home, but she didn't After a while it got so that she would make me beg and plead with her for the kind of action she could give me. She liked making me do that, and after I had pleaded with her for a long time, maybe she would do it and maybe she wouldn't.
"She would let me go until I was desperate, knowing that masturbation didn't do very much for me anymore. I was too hung up on the exaggerated thrills I got when she whipped me. And when I would beg and coax her to spend some time with me, she would make me do all of her tasks, and then when I was done she would plop herself into one of the living room chairs and make me eat her until she got tired of that. Then we would go into the bedroom and strip, and then she would sit astride my face and really give me a going over, and that would often takes hours, but when it was finally over I would be all right for three or four days. Then the gnawing, nagging urges would start in all over again and I would have to go and beg Ronnie to take care of me.
"She knew the way things were and she took advantage of my needs every time she could. She would actually make me crawl to her and plead for a whipping. It sounds crazy but I've learned that guys who get their kicks from whips and spankings will do anything when they have to have a going over. And by the time I was in my senior year in high school I had been thoroughly trained to respond to the type of treatment that Ronnie could dish out. You see, I had tried ordinary sex with several girls and every time I tried it, it just didn't work. I couldn't even get a hard-on, so you can see how completely Ronnie had trained me. But in spite of her meanness, usually, she would give in and finally give me a grand time, and she knew exactly how to do it, where and when to use the belt to make me experience the greatest sensations. I guess I loved Ronnie, and the fact that she was my twin had nothing to do with it.
"On Saturday, Ronnie told me that I was going to have an especially nice day. When I looked puzzled she told me that her girl friend, Rita, was coming over and she had promised Rita that we would all have a ball together. That really floored me.
"I knew Rita. She was a pretty, shapely redhead and lots of the guys were nuts about her, but she didn't fool around much with anyone. I liked her, but I had never even thought of her in connection with sex. Ronnie was watching me to see what my reaction to her statement might be. I didn't really believe she meant it. I thought she was teasing. But she wasn't.
"Ronnie and Rita had been girl friends all through high school, and once in a while Rita would come over to our house, but most of the time Ronnie would go to Rita's and I never had thought much about them or their friendship. But now she was willing to let her girl friend give me a bad time, or at least be present when Ronnie and I had a party. I told Ronnie to never mind. We could take care of me at another time.
" 'You'll do it my way,' Ronnie said coldly, 'or you won't ever again get any attention from me. I'll leave you strictly alone. Now you do exactly as you are told to do or that's the way it will be from now on.'
"She meant every word she said and I knew that I was going to give in and she knew it too. She told me to go take a shower and I obeyed her. I was all upset over Rita coming over and I really thought about sneaking out and going down town, so I wouldn't have to go through a scene with Rita and Ronnie, but I was afraid to disobey Ronnie, and deep down inside of me I knew it.
"While I was taking my shower, I thought about it and I realized that having two girls on hand just might be lots of fun. The more I thought about it the better I liked the idea. When I got out of the shower I had a big hard-on just from thinking about things. Ronnie came into the bathroom while I was shaving and when she saw my erection she began playing with it. Then she got down on her knees and I almost cut my throat with the razor as she started making me pop. She was extremely excited sexually and she didn't want to stop. I put the razor down on the countertop and I held onto it because I was shaking like a leaf. She made me come twice in a row with almost no effort. Then she pushed me away so that she could get up. When she looked at me her eyes were soft, and sleepy looking and her smile was too.
She was wearing shorts and a halter and her long legs looked smooth and exciting and I realized again that she was truly a pretty girl. She told me to put pants on and nothing else. Then come out into the living room. She went away and I went back to shaving.
"When I went into the living room, Rita was sitting there in one of the chairs, quietly talking to Ronnie. Rita was wearing shorts too, and she looked awfully pretty. She was a tall girl, with big breasts and long, beautiful legs. She looked at me when I walked into the living room and I could tell from the way they looked that they had been talking about me. Rita gave me a nice smile and Ronnie told me to sit down and have a smoke. They were busy talking and would get around to me in just a little while.
"Rita kept staring at me and her eyes kept going to the bulge in my trousers. Ronnie saw what she was doing and she laughed.
" 'You're wasting your time, Rita,' she said. 'At least for right now. I just popped him twice. He'll be all right in a little while.'
"I was all right then and was hard as steel, just thinking about Rita being present when Ronnie gave me a going over. I felt funny as hell just sitting there with the two girls. It was only about nine in the morning and we had the whole day ahead of us, because on Saturdays my mother didn't come home for supper, but went from one job to the other.
"Rita was having a cup of coffee with Ronnie and they were smoking cigarettes. When they finished, Ronnie stood up and she told me to go into her bedroom. I got up and obeyed her just like a nice obedient little puppy dog. Rita and Ronnie followed me into the bedroom and when Ronnie told me to take my pants off, I did it without even saying a word. Rita sat on the edge of Ronnie's bed and when she saw my naked privates her eyes got big and really interested. Ronnie told me to go and stand so that Rita could play with my stuff. Rita liked to play with a guy's cock.
"When I moved over to Rita, she gave me a nice smile and then she put her hand on my cock and the other one cupped my balls. She twisted my balls in her hand and I gasped in sudden pain. Rita laughed up at me and did it again. When I winced with the sudden pain, Rita bent and kissed the tip of my dick and Ronnie laughed at her. She told her to go ahead and see what she could get out of me. Ronnie was getting out of her shorts and she looked almost virginal when she was naked. Rita began sucking me, slowly, obviously enjoying it. I just stood there, letting her handle my balls, and she was squeezing them hard and hurting me. She began sliding her head up and down and then she began using her tongue on me and then I was spending wildly, and Ronnie was smiling at me, as though she was pleased by what I could do for her friend. She picked up a small black case from the floor and put it on the bed. I had never seen it before. She opened it and stood staring down at its contents.
" 'Rita brought us some goodies,' she said. She lifted out a harness and it was a big dildo. She put it on and she looked really silly wearing the monstrous replica of a cock. She walked over to where I stood and kissed me right on the mouth.
Rita finished me again and she slid her mouth off of my inflamed dick and she stared at Ronnie with a funny kind of expression. She saw the dildo and Ronnie told her to get undressed and Rita just stood up and began peeling off her clothes like she was in some sort of a trance. She was built nicely and her breasts were full and round and very pretty. She had a thick patch of dark pubic hair and a nice round bottom. Ronnie told her to get on the bed and then when Rita stretched out on her back, Ronnie mounted her just like she was a man. She used the dildo to screw Rita and both of them went ape with the damned thing, panting and clawing each other like wild animals. When Rita finally had a wild, thrusting spasm that just about tore her apart, Ronnie slid the dildo out. She took it off and then the two of them went after each other again and they wound up in a furious sixty-nine that lasted for a long time and finally drained both of them of all strength. They sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath, and after a while it seemed like they were taking a nap.
"They weren't too interested in me. They were interested in each other and they had apparently been carrying on a lesbian relationship for a long time.
"When they got up again, Rita showed me the vicious side of her nature. She wanted to whip me and Ronnie let her do it. They did it in the usual way with Ronnie astride my face and Rita using the whip to drive me into sexual frenzies. There was a time when I realized that Rita was astride me and Ronnie was administering the punishment.
"They kept working on me off and on all during the day, in between their lesbian sessions. Rita used the dildo to sodomize me and Ronnie did it, too, and I found that I enjoyed that very much.
"In spite of or because of all that was done to me, I enjoyed that day with the two girls, and from then on they would often spend a Saturday with me. When Ronnie and I got jobs and went out on our own, Rita tagged along, and finally she and Ronnie shared an apartment and I got one for myself.
"We are all grown up now but Ronnie and I are still together. In a sense, maybe, I am her prisoner, I don't know. I've gone with lots of nice girls and I've managed sex with them, but after my experiences with Ronnie they just don't do anything for me. It's like after cake, who needs bread?
"I wish I could say that Ronnie is true to Rita, but she isn't. She goes with anyone who suits her imagine at the moment, and she doesn't care whether they are male or female. Sex is fun to her and that's all she cares about. But I don't ever expect that I will be anything else, sexually, except Ronnie's patsy.
"I've thought about seeing a psychiatrist but I've never gotten around to it as yet. Maybe I'm afraid to be cured. It could be like that. With Ronnie I am reasonably happy and contented.
"I think I'd be afraid to try changing that. I really would."
CHAPTER FIVE
It has been pointed out that the factor of homosexual relationships developing between twin brothers seems to have a greater appeal than with ordinary brothers, and it is also true, according to the most responsible authorities, that homosexuality can very easily develop and prosper between twin girls.
The psychologists point out that there is a greater closeness between twin girls. The desire to look alike, the wearing of each other's clothes, the sharing that seems to be and often is quite wonderful, can also conceal a yearning for each other that can grow into a compulsive sort of slavery.
The personality factors of the two girls are an important piece of the pattern. When the girls are the shy, timid type, which twins frequently are, the closeness and the mutual morale building that they can do for each other are decidedly important, and when it works out that they are useful to each other, twins can actually become each other's prisoner. When this occurs, some experts say, the two become indispensable to each other and usually share an entire lifetime together. When this personality development takes place between two pretty young girls, there is always a sense of loss felt by those who observe the phenomenon.
Discussing the affinity that twin girls can develop for each other, a practicing psychologist said: "Very often, when girls are twins and very lovely, it seems that neither of them marry. Perhaps the need for each other that develops with the years is just too great to dispense with, no one seems to know. And when the twin girls are the shy, timid type, which they often are, it is entirely likely that both will become extremely masochistic in nature and become the willing victims of those who are intelligent enough to exploit them."
Many experts who have delved deeply into the special problems that twins face offer the possibility that their twinship in itself is a disturbing factor and can affect the individual's personality in a crippling fashion. The gradual development of a masochistic personality is quite likely, and a painful shyness or timidity can become another facet of the personality.
With such twins, the development of a lesbian relationship is easily possible. One psychiatrist says: "It begins perhaps with an interest in each other's person and then the privates. Perhaps mutual masturbation is indulged in, then one will masturbate the other, and in time a lesbian affair is engendered, often without any real intent to initiate an unnatural relationship for themselves. It is usually long after the full range of lesbian pleasures have been explored and enjoyed that the participating individuals realize that they get so much pleasure from each other that others would simply be unnecessary. After that point has been reached, a full-blown lesbian relationship is under way and usually prospering."
Jan and Jill McM. are two very pretty girls who are now twenty-two. Jan has sought psychiatric treatment in the past in order to achieve a more aggressive personality, but she never did continue with treatment. She says that she was distressed by the fact that the psychiatrist found nothing appalling in her actions and her relationship with her sister. She says that she was the only one who thought that she was really bad, and when she was advised to accept herself as she is and try to learn to live without fear and turmoil, she decided that she would not bother trying to change again. She reports that she has been much happier since.
Both girls are light brunette with round, sweet faces, cupid's-bow mouths and soft gray eyes. All of their lives they have been pampered and deferred to, described as beautiful little dolls, and they became convinced that they were indeed very lovely, very wonderful, and their closeness with each other seemed to grow rather than diminish. While they are twins, they are not at all identical, and their determination to dress alike and ape each other's mannerisms actually did little to make them seem identical.
They are the children of a moderately well off businessman and his doll-like wife. Their mother was the committee type and always busy with some sort of activity that kept her away from her home and her children. The girls were left very much alone except on the occasions when their mother wanted to exhibit them at some sort of function and bask in the flowing admiration of the people to whom she brought them.
"My mother was always away from home and my father worked in the office for long hours and Jill and I had to get along by ourselves," Jan reports. "I think we were very fortunate, in a way, because we really liked each other. We liked each other very much and we enjoyed being by ourselves. I suppose that our togetherness naturally had to breed an exceptional interest in each other's person.
"Jill always seemed to be a bit ahead of me. The little pimples on her chest began to swell and develop entrancing characteristics before mine did, and she was the one to find the first pubic hair. We always examined each other very intently to check on what was taking place in or on our bodies and I think it was when I touched Jill's bulging breasts and she reacted with great pleasure that we actually began taking an interest in the erogenous zones of our bodies. Jill showed me her little clit and she also showed me what rubbing it did for her. I watched her go through the rigors of a beautiful climax when we were only about ten or eleven.
"She was more daring, too. She put her fingertip on my clit, and as soon as she began rubbing it with her moist fingertip I began to feel and enjoy the sweet and simple beauty of my first climax. Both of us climaxed easily. Just a few gentle rubs with the moist fingertip and rich ecstasies came alive in our loins and I'm afraid that once we discovered such pleasures, we played with our privates much more frequently than most girls.
"I know that every time I went to the bathroom I would make masturbation a part of my function, and when I took a bath I would manage a half-dozen orgasms. The soap would make everything slippery and the whole process was decidedly delicious, and I discovered that every time I did it the thrills were always greater. Actually, I was growing up and developing really rapidly. So was Jill. Sometimes I would sit and watch her do it to herself, and sometimes she would watch me. Jill would sit on the bed in her robe, and she would be naked underneath. When she drew her knees up the robe fell apart and exposed her naked pussy. She would use her fingers to spread the little pink lips and then she would slide her finger inside and she would squirm and pant while she eased her finger in and out. When she was close to orgasm she would shift her thumb so that it rubbed her clitoris and I could actually see her orgasm as it happened. Her little lips would quiver and pulse and then when it happened her sex would thrust itself outward, and then inward, and if it was a really good come, she would keep doing it for several minutes while her eyes rolled up in her head and her legs twitched like crazy. Then she would use her fingers slowly to ease herself down and she would go back to sliding her finger in and out of her vagina, till she was close to climax again and do it all over again. One day while we were home alone she had twenty-seven orgasms and it didn't kill her, or weaken her or anything else. Once I found out that one could do it that much and safely, I had as many orgasms for myself.
"I suppose it was only natural that Jill would ask me to do it for her. She did one afternoon and I was very much surprised to discover how very much I wanted to do it to her or for her. It was very thrilling and exciting to put my hand on my sister's most intimate parts, and when I touched her flesh it felt just like I was having an orgasm of my own with no one even touching me. I told Jill and she said that it was supposed to be like that. She told me just what to do for her and I did it and she seemed to get much more fun out of it than when she did it herself. When she finally got to be too sensitive down there to be touched any more, she made a trip to the bathroom and then she offered to do it for me.
"We discovered how much more pleasant it was when someone else did it for you, and from then on we would sit on the bed and I would do it for her while she did it for me. Then we began kissing each other on the mouth and pretending that we were lovers, and from that starting point it wasn't very long before we discovered that kissing each other's body could provide fantastic delights.
"Jill was the first one to use her mouth for sex. She was kissing me all over one day and she kept sliding her mouth down further and further, and when she got her mouth on my inner thighs I began to react so violently that she knew she had discovered something quite important. She put her mouth over my sex and I damned near drowned her, but all I was aware of was rich sensations that just kept building and building. I had never even imagined such exquisite thrills and I was spending steadily, but even at that I was aware that there was going to be more, that something very wonderful and very special was happening to me and that there would have to be an end to the shrieking sensations that were alive in my body. Jill was using her tongue and I was writhing and twisting and twitching in an excess of ecstasy and she just kept on and on until at last, a burning, brilliant explosion took place in my loins and the sensations were excruciating, so much so that I sort of drifted off on a soft cloud. Nothing in my whole life had ever been as nice as that, and I loved Jill desperately, grateful to her for giving me such a fabulous experience.
"Naturally, when I recovered my senses I wanted to do as much for her, and I spent hours loving her body and kissing her everywhere, and when I finally put my mouth over her sex I discovered that I experienced beautiful sensations of my own, and I kept having lovely climaxes all the time I worked on Jill. She, of course, went half out of her mind with it all, just like I had.
"We learned very quickly about the sixty-nine position and we took turns being on top, and I guess we spent many days after that just making love to each other. This was the nicest thing that we had ever found and we were enchanted with the fantastic thrills we could experience. When I was sucking her, I could enjoy a whole series of lovely climaxes that were delicious, but when she made me come, it was like a volcano erupting, while all that had gone before was a firecracker.
"Probably because we had so much time to ourselves, we did a lot of experimenting. We began putting things in each other's hole, you know, like the handle of a hairbrush and things like that. We even discovered that we were very sensitive in the anal opening and we would use that for our pleasure, too. For instance, I'd use the handle of the hairbrush to stimulate copulation in Jill, and I would slide a toothbrush handle in and out of her anus while I tongued her clitoris and she would simply go haywire when she finally made it, and she would do the same things for me, so I knew what she experienced all the time.
"We settled down into a very nice and comfortable relationship with each other. We were lesbians but we didn't mind. We loved each other and all that we wanted out of our life was the chance to stay together and it sort of made us feel good to know that so many boys wanted us and each time we said no to a boy, I know I enjoyed a very special sort of thrill. It pleased me that Jill just wanted me and I just wanted her. We would date, when we were in high school, but that was all. Whenever a boy got too rough, the other one would step in and protect the one in trouble, and we always double dated.
"After we graduated from school and got jobs, Jill and I talked things over and we decided to get a place of our own. Our folks didn't really mind and we rented this cute little apartment and we had lots of fun fixing it up. We were working in a department store, and while we didn't make very much money, with both of us bringing in a pay check we had enough money to get by on.
"We were very happy with our cute little nest, but I'm afraid that Jill and I overdid making love. We were at each other all the time and maybe that made us kind of dumb, or uncaring about anything else. I don't know, but I know we both got fired from our jobs, and from then it was one job after another and we always got fired because of making mistakes, stupid mistakes that we should not have made. It never dawned on us that we were so thoroughly devoted to sex and its pleasures that we rarely could think of anything else.
"I know that Jill told me one night that all that she could think about all day was the fun we would have together as soon as we got home. I never suspected that a person's mind could be completely dominated by thoughts of sex, but it can. I know because it happened to Jill and me. So we just kept going from one job to another and it began to dawn on us that we were not doing too well in the outside world. Our folks weren't really too much interested in what happened to us or how we made out. They had always lived their own lives and they just went right on doing it.
"I think we were eighteen when we met Loretta. She had a very swanky dress shop and we went in one afternoon to look at some things. Loretta waited on us herself. She was rather young, only about twenty-eight, and she was a stunningly beautiful blonde. She was very sweet and very helpful and she kept looking at both of us with a rather intent interest. It got to the point where it was noticeable and she smiled and said that we were both so very lovely, she just couldn't help watching us. She had an eye for beauty and she thought us both truly glorious. I think she guessed that we didn't really have the money for the things she was showing us, and when we finally admitted that we loved her pretty things but couldn't possibly afford them, she asked us if we would like to step into her office and perhaps we could talk things over and there just might be a way whereby we could earn the things we liked so much. Jill and I looked at each other and we went into the office with the lovely blonde.
"Loretta told us what we might do for her. She said that we were both so pretty, and because we had such perfect figures, she wondered if we would consider modeling some things for her. The way she explained it, she liked to have the models come to her home, and then she would take pictures, stills and movies, of the girls wearing her things. She used the pictures for advertising. She would be glad to pay us if we decided that we wanted to take advantage of her offer, or instead, we could choose the clothes that we particularly wanted. Either way would be all right with her. We accepted her offer and she wrote her address down on a card and we promised that we would wait for her to call us.
"When we got home, Jill and I talked about the beautiful blonde girl we'd met and Jill said she thought that Loretta was a lez. We laughed about that. We were lez, too, so it didn't really matter to us. Then we wondered if she had an interest in us sexually and we decided that we didn't care about that either. We both liked Loretta, and she was so lovely we really didn't care why she liked us.
"The following afternoon, Loretta called us and asked us if we would come to her home at eight that evening. She said that we would be asked to model quite a few different items and she would be busy with us for about four hours. Jill asked her if we would get paid and Loretta laughed. She said, of course. Then she asked if we girls were having it tough trying to make the rent, and when Jill said yes Loretta laughed again and said that perhaps we had better come to her home about six-thirty and she would feed us before we started working. That was fine with us. Loretta told us to take a cab and she would pay for it when we arrived. We promised we would do just as she told us to and then she hung up.
"We were stone broke so Loretta's offer to feed us made us very happy. We had been broke really for several days and I must admit that we had actually talked about selling our lily-white bodies in order to keep eating and paying our rent.
"That evening we showered and dressed as nicely as we could and we took a cab to the address that Loretta gave us. It was a big house in the hills, and when we arrived Jill went in and got the money to pay the cab from Loretta. Then we went in to meet our beautiful hostess together.
"Loretta was working in her kitchen and she gave us a big smile when we joined her. She said that she hoped we were hungry because she had fixed steaks for us and salad and she wanted us to eat well. We promised her that we would eat anything in sight.
"We sat down to a delicious dinner and Loretta kept on looking at us and it was very apparent that she thought us very pretty. That was enough to make us adore her.
"Jill and I stuffed ourselves, and when we were finished with dinner, Loretta served us coffee and a liqueur in the living room. Loretta cleared the table and put things in the dishwasher, then she came to join us with her coffee and brandy.
"We talked for quite a while and Loretta kept asking us questions about our work and what we were really like and I had the feeling that she knew all about us already. But she didn't mention one word about sex. When we finished our coffee she took us to a big room, fitted out as a studio, on the second floor. There were benches and all sorts of funny-looking pieces of furniture, and Loretta explained that they were all props that she used in her pictures. She had lots of boxes and dresses lying around the room and she asked us if we would have any objections to modeling lingerie. She showed us some wispy pieces of lingerie that almost took our breath away and she knew, just as we did, that we would give anything to wear that kind of stuff. She asked us, too, if we were modest, if we could strip in front of her without being self-conscious. Jill looked at me and I looked at her and we both shrugged. We just didn't care. We knew that our bodies were beautiful and Loretta was another girl, so it was all right. Loretta explained that she didn't have a dressing room there and most of her models simply shucked their street clothes and then put on whatever they were going to model. Loretta had several cameras and banks of lights set up and she began checking her equipment while Jill and I just stood around and watched her.
"Finally, she had everything set and then she handed us each a flat box and she smiled as she asked us if we would put the things on and model them. We opened the boxes and inside was a beautiful white set, a bra and panties. The panties were bikini type and the bra was practically transparent. Jill and I would have given anything to own such lingerie and Loretta smiled when she saw our hunger in our eyes. She told us then that we could have the garments after she had gotten her pictures.
"I guess Jill and I were a bit pathetic in the way we hustled out of our clothes. Loretta sat on a small upholstered stool and watched as we undressed. When we were naked I could see that our bodies really impressed her. She said so. She told us that we were lovely beyond belief. She watched as Jill put her set of briefs on, and then she began shaking her head. She told us that we just wouldn't be able to help her after all. She was so sorry, but she couldn't use us. I was putting the bra on and I was shocked when she spoke like that. Poor Jill, she actually looked ill. She asked Loretta what had happened and why we wouldn't do. Loretta smiled at us rather sadly and then she said that we both had too much pubic hair and she was accustomed to professional models and, of course, they kept their pubic region hairless just to avoid the type of thing that we had to deal with right then. She pointed to Jill's crotch and I could see what she was talking about. Wisps of Jill's pubic hair peeped out from under the bikini, and behind the transparent panel her hair was a dark mass that looked ugly.
" 'Of course,' Loretta said, 'if you girls feel that you'd like to shave those bushes off, I think that would solve the problem.'
"Jill and I looked at each other and Loretta waited for us to decide. Jill told her that we didn't mind being shaved, we just don't know how to do it. Loretta smiled at that. She said that if we would like her to do it, she would shave us both and then show us how to keep the area devoid of hair and stubble. Jill and I both knew that Loretta was dying to shave us and we were pretty sure that she was lesbian, but we were dying to have her do it for us too. Remember, she was a truly beautiful girl and we were both sexpots. I guess we have always been oversexed and that's why we started out so early fooling with sex.
"Loretta took me first. She said that Jill could watch and in the future we could take care of each other. She took us downstairs to her bedroom and she had me lie down on the bed.
"There was a bathroom adjoining Loretta's pretty bedroom and she went in there and came back with a couple of thick towels. She asked me to raise my hips and then she put a pillow under my hips and the towels on top of the pillow. She told me to open my legs as far as I could. She stood and watched while I did it and I could see that she was very much interested in my pubic area.
"She made another trip into the bathroom and brought the things she would need, including a bowl of hot water. She soaked my muff with the wash rag, then she smeared the whole area with shaving soap that she squirted from a can. Jill was watching with a smile on her face and I could see that she was getting a charge out of watching what Loretta was doing to me. I was even getting aroused just by watching.
"Loretta began shaving me and it was a strange sensation. I liked the way it felt. Loretta kept rinsing the razor in the bowl of hot water. She was getting more excited by the minute and it showed. She was handling my little folds and creases and I was squirming and twitching. She slid her fingers against my clit and I came. I just couldn't help it. I was moaning and moving around but Loretta went right ahead and shaved me clean. Then she rubbed some sort of lotion on the raw skin and I damned near died with erotic pangs. Then Jill took her turn and she almost died too when she felt the raw sensations that the lotion induced. We were both quite helpless and Loretta knew it. She stood looking down at us and she smiled.
" T think we can stop fooling each other,' she said crisply. 'It is obvious that you are lesbians and have been working on each other for some time. But that will stop now. From now on I will do what needs to be done for both of you.'
"She came over to me and rubbed some more of the lotion into me, and the tingling sensations almost drove me out of my mind. She gave Jill another dose too, and I wondered if she was being deliberately mean, but then the warm, prickling feelings increased in me and it was a delicious sensation.
"I was writhing in a sort of frenzy and I could see that Jill was having her troubles too. I was having nice little climaxes that would build up and burst and it seemed that the lotion was doing that for me. And then the whole bit became much better as the lotion worked deeper into me and I began enjoying even nicer thrills.
"It seemed that the longer the lotion worked, the nicer the tingling experiences got and I was having one big orgasm after another, and it was all so deliciously thrilling, I didn't pay too much attention to what was going on around me. When I finally opened my eyes and looked at Jill I saw that Loretta had her face buried between Jill's legs and my little sister was going out of her mind with lovely thrills and massive, shuddering orgasms. It bothered me because it seemed to me that Loretta was giving her so many more sensual pleasures than I ever had. And Jill was certainly enjoying what Loretta was doing to her. She was enjoying it too much, I guess, because Loretta's tongue and clinging mouth sent her soaring into an orgasm so intense that Jill suddenly seemed to die, and I knew for sure that Loretta had really done quite a job.
"A few minutes later, she started in on me and I began to feel the exquisite thrills that had put Jill out of commission. Loretta's mouth and tongue were skillful, far more educated than we were, and she worked on me until she sent me into a big, fantastic orgasm that blotted out everything else, and like Jill, I simply went to sleep.
"The funny part about it all was that Loretta really did want pictures of us modeling her clothes. When I woke up Jill was sitting up in bed and she was talking with Loretta. They were talking about how rough it was for us to get along and Loretta was asking Jill if she thought that she and I would like to live here in the big house and sort of look after things for her, and model for her once in a while too. When I sat up Loretta smiled at me and asked me how I felt about things. I could still feel the tingling sensations and they felt awfully nice. I didn't care about anything right then, but I was tired of fighting for jobs that we couldn't keep and scrimping to feed us enough to keep us alive. Loretta was very practical. She said that she would take very good care of us and we would have a good home, and she would enjoy us to the very utmost because she was really hung up on sex and the pleasures that could be gotten from it.
"The three of us sat in Loretta's bedroom and talked about it all and Loretta told us that she would be very strict with us, and she would use us as she faw fit, and if we disobeyed her in any way, we would be punished very severely. We listened to her and we were again aware that she was a truly beautiful gal and when I looked at Jill I could see that she wanted to stay with Loretta and stop knocking herself out. So did I and after a little more talk it was settled.
"Loretta told us that we could have a drink with her and she went off to make them and while she was gone Jill and I talked about our new position in life. Jill said that Loretta made her horny as hell and she was just dying to get at her and eat her, and when she found that I felt the same way, she was happy. Loretta brought us our drinks on a tray and she said that we would have a little party after we'd had a couple of drinks.
"While we were sitting on the bed smoking and sipping at our drinks, Loretta began getting undressed. She was even more beautiful without clothes. Her breasts were exquisitely shaped with tiny nipples that poked out like little feelers. She had softly rounded hips, and her pubic area was as smooth as a child's. When she saw our amazed expressions, she told us that ours would be as smooth in just a little while, too. Then she got onto the bed with us and she decided to try a sixty-nine with Jill first and while I sat there and watched the two of them lusting after each other and feasting on each other, I couldn't help it, I began playing with myself, and when Loretta was ready for me, I was as hot as a pistol.
"That was a wild night, and we just kept making love to each other, and when Loretta wearied she sat and watched Jill and I work on each other and she thought we were absolutely precious.
"We went wild with sex that first night and of course we stayed the night with Loretta. She took turns working on us and she liked it when Jill would sit astride her mouth and she would enjoy Jill while I worked on her and gave her exceptional thrills. Loretta had the nice faculty of having huge orgasms every time and she keep it up indefinitely so it was nearly dawn by the time we finally got to sleep.
"When Jill and I woke up we were alone in the house. Loretta had left us a note. She had had to go in to the store but she would be home early and then we would go and get our things from our apartment and we would become her precious darlings.
"Jill and I had some breakfast and then we went back to bed and a crazy sixty-nine. We had the hots something fierce and we finally figured it was because we were moving in with Loretta and thereafter would have to do just as she told us to do. There was something enormously erotic about thinking it all over.
"Loretta came home right after one o'clock and she was so hot we both had to work her over and she really loved it when Jill necked with her and sucked her breasts while I sucked her pussy. She spent a couple of hours with us and she took care of both of us, too, and she said that after we were moved in she would have more time to spend with us and she intended to do it.
"Moving took very little time and when we were settled into the spare bedroom we were very happy kids. Loretta decided that our new home and status needed christening and we just got undressed and went back to making love.
"Loretta had a lot of equipment for adding to the pleasures that could be found in lovemaking. She had all sorts of vibrators for stimulating our clits and our tits and she had several dildos and she took us one at a time and we really got screwed soundly. Then we had to do the same for her, so all in all we really had a busy day. And night. In spite of the fact that we had our own room, we slept with Loretta in her big bed, and when morning came we had a nice little party with her before she went off to work.
"We settled into a pattern of sorts and we really liked living with Loretta. She had a lot of friends and she explained to us that she gave a lot of parties. It turned out that they were sex parties and she said that we would have a lot of fun at her first party.
"She gave a little party for six couples about a week after we moved in with her and that turned out to be a real swinging affair. The girls were all very pretty and the guys were good looking. Loretta had some real cute ideas. She asked us if we would serve as maids for the party and she brought home some wispy costumes that she had made for us. The costumes hid nothing at all. There were fancy little pink caps, and a pink ribbon when around our neck and between the breasts and joined a tight little pink waist that pinched our tummies in charmingly. But our bottoms and the whole pubic area were quite bare and the pubis was framed in a heart shaped opening. The whole thing was absolutely delicious and Jill and I were delighted to wear them.
"Loretta asked us if we had had any experience with men and she laughed when we told her no. She said that her guests would use us any way they chose and we would get screwed and we would have to suck cock, but she had an idea we would love doing it for her male guests.
"That turned out to be quite true and we were the stars of Loretta's party. Some of the girls insisted upon eating us and the guys did, too. The party lasted for the whole weekend and we got to suck every one of the guys, and Loretta was right. We enjoyed doing that immensely. And, of course, we learned what it was like to get screwed by a real honest to goodness cock. That party was only the first of many and we are still living with Loretta. We have a nice life and we are very happy.
"We each have favorite boy friends among Loretta's friends and sometimes Loretta lets us have the boys over for some regular sex, and if she happens to be in the mood, she joins in. She has us both on the pill so we don't have a damned thing to worry about. When Jill and I are allowed to sleep in our own bed, we have little parties of our own and it is just like we are kids again and back in our own home.
"We are quite content with our life and we feel we are. very lucky that we found Loretta because, if I have to be truthful, I've got to admit that I don't think Jill and I would really have prospered in the outside world. We just aren't geared for that kind of life and we know it."
CHAPTER SIX
No one really knows how a masochist develops or what factors make a person grow to find pleasure in pain and anguish and abuses, but the pages of the psychological casebooks are replete with such cases. It has been clearly established that for those who are susceptible to the pleasure-pain syndrome, the irresistible compulsion to seek those who will inflict pain and humiliation cannot be denied. But it has been pointed out often that many who are really turned on by pain and humiliation discover their true natures at various stages of their development, and the experts assume that many never discover this syndrome in their makeup at all.
The husband who permits his wife to dominate him and manage his existence is often suspected by the psychologists of being a non-practicing masochist. Unless he is thrust into the bizarre world of perverted sexuality, his nature may never become discovered.
Many of the practicing psychologists of today strongly suspect that stern and unyielding parents can predispose a young person to a state wherein masochistic elements of the personality grow and prosper.
Twins, because of their very relationship, seem to have a tendency to cling together and actually try to blend their personalities. It is quite common for one twin to assert quite definitely that he (or she) has actually been able to feel the other's pain and anguish. There have been many tests made in the laboratory trying to establish the truth of this belief. Twins have been hooked up to the electroencephalograph and one has been hurt while the other reacted. This phenomenon among twins has been pretty well documented by these experiments and the susceptibility to the anguish one twin knows can, apparently, be felt in some measure by the other. When two such young people are possessed of extremely masochistic personalities the results can be quite surprising.
John and Jean K. are two handsome young people who are severely masochistic in nature, and deeply involved with the pleasure-pain syndrome. Like so many other twins, they admit to an interest in sex when they were very young. John can't quite recall who was the aggressor, or just how things really started. He thinks that he had an interest in his pretty young sister even when they were very young. Of course, the details of the actual beginning of their sexual association are quite clear in his mind.
"We were almost fourteen," he says, "before we really did anything. Jean was really stacked and she is very pretty so I guess it was only natural for me to think about my sister as a female who could help me with the awful pains that I used to get in my balls. Jean was practically grown up and she had nice big boobs arid her legs were so pretty I'd get a rail on just looking at them. And that's just how things got started with us.
"Jean and I were always together, after school and on the weekends, and I would rather stay and be with Jeannie than play ball with the fellows or anything else.
"Both of our parents worked and so we had lots of time to spend together, and this one Saturday we were playing Monopoly on the living room floor and Jeannie was wearing a skirt and a blouse, and the way she was sitting I could practically see all the way up her leg. And I got myself one hell of a hard-on. After that, I couldn't sit on the floor and be comfortable, and when I tried to sit in a chair Jeannie asked me what was the matter. Then she saw what was the matter and her brown eyes got as big as saucers. She smiled and asked me why I had a hard-on. I was surprised that she knew all about such things but I didn't know what to say to her. Then she asked me if I would show it to her. She had never seen a boy's cock when it was hard. I didn't want to show it to her, but she just reached out and opened my pants, and when she got it out her eyes just stared and she was smiling. She put her hand around it and she wanted me to show her how I masturbated. When I told her I didn't do that, she laughed at me and told me I didn't have to lie to her. All boys jerked themselves off, she said, and girls did it, too. She said that if I would show her how I did it, she would show me how she did it.
"When Jeannie said that, it affected me and she was pumping her hand up and down on my dick, and just thinking that she would show me herself between her legs was too much for me and I started coming. She watched the stuff shoot out and then she began moving her hand up and down quickly and I was squirming in a kind of delightful agony. She was holding my cock so tightly I was afraid that the stuff wouldn't be able to get out but it did.
"She finished me with her hand and then she let me go. She told me to sit still and she'd get the sponge from the kitchen and clean the stuff up off the rug. When she finished mopping up she asked me if I would like to come into the bathroom with her and she would let me watch her masturbate. I went along with her quite willingly. Once we got inside the bathroom, she hiked her skirt up and then she pushed her panties down and I could see the hair on her crotch and the deep folds between her legs. She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs far apart and I could see the opening sort of sticky and covered with a shiny fluid. She showed me her various parts and then she showed me how she put her finger in and worked it in and out for a while, but then her face started to twist all out of shape and she looked like she was in pain. She put her fingertip on the little clit and she began rubbing it up and down furiously and then she came and I watched the whole business very interestedly. When she could get her breath again she asked me if I would like to do it for her and she would do it for me again a little later on. I was dying to touch her, and as soon as I did, I got another hard-on. She thought that was real funny but I didn't.
"I started playing with her and then I got the overwhelming urge to put my mouth over it. I told her I wanted to taste her and she said all right. She shoved her hips way out onto the edge of the seat and when I put my mouth up there she began moaning and squirming around and she was pushing my face tighter and tighter into her crotch all the while. She kept telling me to suck harder and move my tongue around, and when I did it she just lost all control and her whole crotch started shimmying and shaking and then she got so damned excited she slid right off the edge of the seat and banged my head onto the floor when she landed. She was coming with the wildest orgasm she had ever had, she said, and it didn't matter that I wasn't sucking her any more. I had already done what I was supposed to do for her and she was having herself a nice long time of real bliss. She was smiling at me with a clown look and she couldn't seem to breathe right. She was one hell of a mess and we both knew it. When it was all over, she said that she had never known she could have such wild sensations.
"When she was all right again, she got up and pulled her pants back on. Then she told me to sit down, and when I did she made me take my pants down and then my shorts and she began playing with me, and she told me, a little shyly, that she wanted to put it in her mouth, too. I didn't argue with her and when she started sliding her mouth up and down, I couldn't help it, I just started coming and I thought Jeannie would back away but she didn't. She was trembling and she slid her mouth upwards so that only the head was in her mouth and the stuff was piling up and it seemed like she was still sucking. When I finally stopped coming, she slid her mouth way down on it again and it felt awfully sloppy and wet and then she gulped it all down and she started sucking all over again. She was playing with my balls and that got me so worked up I couldn't sit still. She seemed to know that tickling my balls really turned me on so she just kept on doing it. When she made me come again, she went through the same routine again and she sucked me for a long time after it was all over. I was shaking and shivering when she finally quit. She sat back and smiled up at me and her eyes had a nice soft look in them, and her blonde hair was twisted all out of shape. She looked just like a little whore, I guess.
" 'Boy, you sure liked that,' she said.
" 'Sure,' I said. 'Who wouldn't?'
" 'I liked it, too,' she said slowly. 'Now I want you to suck me some more.'
"She just laid down right where she was and I began sucking her again and after a while she started sucking me too. She told me later that she had lots more fun if she sucked me while I did it for her. I could understand that easily enough. I kind of felt the same way.
"After that first time, Jeannie and I had sex all the time. I guess she was a natural-born oral type because she sure loved doing that to me, and I loved doing her, too, so we were very happy with our existence, and we were very close, probably more so than most kids. We just kept up our fun and games all the time and we both got to be very good at what we did for each other.
"Jeannie got so that she could make me scream with beautiful sensations while she was blowing me, and she would spend a long time sucking me and bringing me very close to orgasm, then she would sort of stop and it would all die down, and then she would start me all over again, and when she was finally ready to let me come, she would slide her leg across my head and put herself right in my mouth and then we would both come together.
"We kept up with the sex stuff all through high school, and right after we graduated we started working on each other every day, all day. We would hang around the house and fool with each other and then he down on the bed and really go at it. Maybe we were more sexy than most people, I don't know, but I do know that we would work ourselves into a state where we weren't even in this world and the house could have blown up and we would never know it.
"That's how we got caught.
"We were on the bed one afternoon, really going to town on each other, when my mother came home sick and walked right in on us. She let out one hell of a yell and Jeannie and I jumped like a couple of scared rabbits, which we were, I guess. My mother ran out of the room and we could hear her on the phone, talking to our father, telling him what she had found when she got home.
"Jeannie was scared to death. She was as white as a sheet and I guess I was too. She jumped up and climbed into her clothes and she was shaking horribly. She was really terrified, and I was too. I didn't know what they would do to us, but I knew that we were in one hell of a mess. I ran into my room and started putting my clothes on, too. My mother walked into my bedroom before I was finished dressing and she asked me how long we had been fooling around and I was too upset to answer her. She slapped me in the face, something she had never done before. I told her then how long we had been doing it, and she just shook her head.
" 'I've called your father,' she said. 'He can't get away right this minute, but as soon as he gets home we will decide what to do with you children. Until then, you stay in your room and Jeannie is to stay in hers. I'll tell her.'
"My mother turned around then and she marched into Jeannie's room and I could hear Jeannie crying and bellering and I just laid down on my bed, trying to figure a way out of the mess. After a while I heard the front door slam and then Jeannie came into my room. Her face was streaked with tears and she was still scared. She told me that my mother had called the family doctor and she was on her way to see him. She wanted to find out what to do with us.
" 'She's threatening to have us put away,' Jeannie said. 'She says we are tainted, and vile, and everything she can think of. We are really in for it.'
"Jeannie was quiet for a long time and she was still crying. She lit a cigarette and handed the pack to me. She smoked for a while and then she looked at me and I could see that she had an idea.
" 'I've got eight-five dollars that I saved up,' she said. 'We could run away. We're old enough to get along on our own. Maybe running away would be the nicest thing we could do.'
"We talked about it and we both agreed that running away would be the nicest thing in the world for us to do. Jeannie decided that we could tell people we were married, and even though we looked so much alike, no one would really know that we were brother and sister. We were really upset and not thinking too brilliantly so we finally agreed that we would pack what few things we wanted to take with us and leave the house before my mother got back. And that's what we did. It took us no time at all and within an hour we had left our home forever.
"We got on the bus and rode downtown and then we had to decide what we were going to do. Jeannie had it figured that we would hitchhike to the west coast and try to find jobs there and manage somehow to stay together. We would keep up the pretense that we were husband and wife. We were both eighteen and we felt that we could pretty much do as we pleased once we got out of town.
"We went to a motel right in our own community that first night. Jeannie went in and rented the place. She said that she and her husband were traveling and the car had broken down, so we just wanted to spend the night. She said the guy on the desk could not have cared less. He took her money and gave her a key and we went wild that night with sex, mainly I guess because we felt that we were free and on our own and Jeannie got herself laid for the first time. She made me promise to pull out when I was getting ready to come, and I did. She really loved getting screwed and when I pulled out, she twisted onto her back and grabbed my dick and sucked it till it came. She liked doing it that way and so did I and we tried it several times during the night, but most of the time we were locked together in a crazy sixty-nine. No one bothered us and we got damned little sleep.
"We checked out of the motel in the morning and walked till we reached the highway. A truck driver gave us a ride and we stayed with him for most of the day. He was a real nice guy and he believed that we were husband and wife. He bought us some hamburgers during the day and we were six hundred miles away from home by the time night came. The truck driver dropped us in front of a motel in the city where he was ending his run and he told us to stick to hitching the trucks. The guys had kids of their own and we wouldn't run into any unpleasantness.
"We had two suitcases with us and when we checked into the motel no one asked us any questions. They just took the money and gave us a key. We had another wild night again. We were no sooner inside the place than Jeannie wanted me to go down on her. She said that the truck driver had been so cute, she had been hot all day just being beside him. She was telling the truth. Her whole crotch was slippery and saturated with her juice.
She said she had managed to come a dozen or more times because every time the guy had shifted gears he had brushed her thigh and that was enough to set her off.
"After we had sated ourselves on sex for the time being, I had a chance to think about what Jeannie had said and it made me feel bad that she would want some other male, but then I had to realize that she was my sister and not my girl friend and that kind of sobered me. But she started playing with me while we were lying in bed and I forgot all about her yen for the truck driver. And finally, we slept.
"We did surprisingly well on the highways. No one bothered us and we tried to stick to the truck drivers and we made out fine with them. They were always good for hamburgers and the only money we had to spend was what we laid out for motel rooms.
"We got a ride with One truck driver that lasted all day and most of the night and we slept whenever he parked in the turnouts and slept, so we saved some money right there. One of the drivers told us that they were not supposed to pick up hitchhikers, it was against the insurance company rules, but they did it anyway, just to have some company on the long hauls.
"When we got to California everybody seemed to think that we were hippies arid we weren't, but after a week on the highways we sort of looked like hippies. We spent a night about fifty miles outside of L.A. and the next morning we hit the road real early, but we couldn't seem to make out on the freeways because the trucks couldn't stop very well. So we did a lot of walking and we were both pretty well exhausted when a nice new convertible pulled up and the girl driving it offered us a ride.
"We climbed into the car and the girl looked at us with a rather startled expression. She laughed and told us that we were just kids. She said, too, that she wasn't going very far but she would take us as far as she went. She was a real beautiful girl, with platinum blonde hair and nice gray eyes. Her long, slender fingers were tipped with platinum nail polish and she was wearing shorts. She was so pretty Jeannie asked her if she was a movie star. The girl laughed at that. She shook her head. She said that she and her husband lived up in the hills close to L.A. and she was on her way home from a visit with her mother.
"She asked us a lot of questions and when we told her we were husband and wife, she gave us a funny, penetrating look and she just didn't say any more about relationships.
"We sort of got to be good friends during the ride and when she was getting close to her home she asked us if we would like to visit with her and her husband overnight. She thought that Jeannie especially would appreciate a chance to take a bath and freshen up before we attempted to assault the big city. She said that if we would like to visit her and her husband we would at least have a good meal under our belts and, in the morning, we could ride into the city with her husband. We accepted her offer, sincerely grateful to her for her kindness.
"She and her husband lived in a big, beautiful house high above the city and they had big picture windows that looked down on the city streets. It was a beautiful house and we told her so.
"She led the way through the house and we found her husband sitting in a chaise out by the pool. She introduced us and we both liked her husband right away. He had blonde hair, too, but dark, sort of like Jeannie's and mine. His name was Mark and her name was Doris. Jeannie really flipped over the husband. She kept glancing at Mark and I could tell that she liked him. Doris caught her at it and a nice big smile made Doris's pretty face beautiful. She asked us if we would like some sandwiches and milk and then perhaps, if we wanted to, we could get cleaned up and go in for a dip in the pool. It was only about three in the afternoon and it was awfully hot so we said we would like something to eat and a swim.
"Doris took us along with her and showed us into a spare bedroom. There was a bathroom just next door. She left us td go and fix the sandwiches. She said that we would find swim suits in the bureau drawers because they had lots of company and they had lots of swimming suits around.
"Jeannie found herself a bikini that barely covered her, and after she showered she got into it. I found a pair of trunks that would do for me, and when we went outside again I saw Mark's eyes go over Jeannie's ripe and luscious figure and he sure liked her. Doris brought our sandwiches out, and after we ate, Jeannie and I went into the pool and Doris and Mark kept watching both of us, but mainly they were watching Jeannie as she swam and dove and really enjoyed herself. Doris and Mark were close together and they were doing a lot of talking together and I had the feeling that they were talking about us.
"Doris got up after a while and she went off into the house and Mark just sat there in his shorts and tee shirt, watching Jeannie and every move she made. Doris was tall, with long, lovely legs and when she came back to bring drinks for her husband and herself, I got a good look at her and she was really stacked. They sat for a long time sipping their drinks and watching us with big smiles on their faces.
"We stayed in the pool till it was time for Doris to start fixing dinner and she told Jeannie that she could help. That left me alone with Mark and he and I talked about the kind of work I would look for and then he asked about how old Jeannie and I were and when we had gotten married and where, and I realized that I did not have answers for people who were going to ask questions and we had never worked out that part of it. I didn't know it but Doris had Jeannie in the kitchen and was asking her questions, too. And, of course, we both said different things.
"We had a delicious dinner and then Mark and Doris said they would like us to come and visit with them in their study, because they wanted to talk to us. We went with them and their study turned out to be a big room with lots of funny-looking furniture in it. Doris and Mark sat down on a short couch facing another one and Jeannie and I sat on it. And it was Doris who started asking us questions about our marriage and everything. Jeannie and I knew right away that they didn't believe anything we had said.
" 'You kids are brother and sister,' Doris said. 'Now, suppose you start telling us the truth. Maybe we can do you some good, but unless you tell the truth, Mark will call the police and let them deal with you. It is quite apparent that you have run away from home and that you aren't married at all. Now, let's hear it.'
"Mention of the police scared hell out of both of us and we finally told them the truth. Not about the sex and all, just that we could not be happy at home and so we had taken off. We admitted that we were twins and we hoped that we could make a new life. When Doris asked us if we had been playing house together we denied even thinking of such things. Doris listened to us and she just smiled.
" 'Mark and I have talked about you two,' she said. 'We are convinced that you have been playing house together, so we are going to call in the police and let them take over. Their doctor will examine Jeannie and they will know right away what's been going on with you two, and, of course, if it develops that you have touched her, they will put you both away for a good long time. I'm awfully sorry, but we do have to turn you over to the police, and after they find out all about you they will do what is necessary.'
"Poor Jeannie. She went to pieces then. She started blubbering and bawling, and when Doris sat beside her and hugged her she told Doris the truth and she began begging Doris not to report us, just leave us alone. We would be all right. Doris kept trying to shut her up. She finally hauled off and slapped Jeannie across the face and that shut her up. It did more than that. All of a sudden Jeannie's face was soft and slack and her eyes were shiny, the way they got when she was exceptionally hot. Doris was watching her closely, and she seemed to know exactly how Jeannie was. She slapped her again, harder, and Jeannie started to shake, and her face got kind of a crazy look on it. Doris glanced over at Mark and grinned.
" 'I think we guessed right, darling,' she said. "I think they are both submissives. Let's find out, shall we?'
" 'By all means,' Mark said, grinning.
"Doris put her arms around Jeannie and hugged her tightly. Jeannie was still shaking and she was crying. Doris kissed her right on the lips and Jeannie shivered.
" 'I think Mark and I will keep you with us for a while,' Doris said. 'You don't really want to deal with the police, do you?'
"Jeannie shook her head, and Doris kissed her again. She squeezed Jeannie tightly and then let her go. She stood up and pulled Jeannie up onto her feet. Jeannie stood sort of slumped and still crying quietly, still trembling. Doris looked at me and she had a no-nonsense look on her face.
" 'You come along with Mark,' she told me. 'I'll handle Jeannie.'
"Mark stood up and so did I. I didn't know where we were going or what was going to happen next. Doris led the way out of the study and Jeannie went along with her like an obedient little puppy. And I guess I went along with Mark like another little puppy.
"Doris led us into a big bedroom with a massive round bed in the center of the room. It was a beautiful room with a couple of couches and several big chairs scattered around. There was a big heavy coffee table in front of a wall that was solid mirrors. The opposite wall was all mirrors too. Doris sat Jeannie down on the nearest couch and told me to sit down there beside her. Mark dropped into one of the chairs and he was wearing a big grin on his face. Doris lit a cigarette and stood in front of us, her gaze on Jeannie, and her smile practically glowing.
" 'We have decided to keep you kids,' she said.
'Mark and I dearly love sex and all of its pleasures and we want you to stay with us and we will all have fun together. Is that all right with you, Jeannie?'
"Dumb Jeannie. She was so damned hot she just looked up at Doris and nodded her head, but she didn't stop sniffing. Doris turned to face me and asked me if it was all right with me to stay and live with them and play games. I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell her that we just wanted to be let alone, but I didn't tell her anything. She stepped close to me and her hand flashed and I felt the blow in every part of me although she had just slapped my face. She stamped her foot and demanded an answer. I could feel a working, crawling sensation in my balls and in my thighs and I was all upset. She struck me again, even harder, and I splashed tears onto my hands, and when she lifted her hand again, I nodded my head, too. Mark was looking at me and he was a big guy and I knew that I was really afraid of him. He just sat there, watching Doris and me, and when I nodded, he smiled.
" 'That's fine,' Doris said, 'I think you two kids will like it here with us.'
"She turned back to look at Jeannie and asked her a question.
" 'Who are you hot for?' she asked. 'Me or Mark?'
" 'I don't know,' Jeannie said miserably. 'I'm just so awful hot.'
"Doris reached down and took Jeannie's hand. She pulled her up onto her feet and then she told Jeannie to undress. Jeannie didn't object. She didn't say a word. She began unbuttoning her blouse and she was looking at Mark as she got herself out of her bra. He sat forward and his eyes lit up when he saw Jeannie's pretty breasts. She really had beauties and Doris told her so. She cupped Jeannie's breasts in her palms and squeezed and Jeannie gasped as Doris hurt her. She started shaking all over again and Doris squeezed her some more.
" 'Are you coming, kid?' Doris asked her, watching her face closely.
"Jeannie nodded and Doris squeezed again and Jeannie almost fell. She straightened up and Doris kissed her on the lips and then she bent her head and sucked at each nipple. She bit down hard on one and Jeannie shook some more. Then she bit the other one and Jeannie responded beautifully.
"Doris began helping Jeannie out of her jeans and when Mark saw Jeannie's pretty hips and rounded butt he whistled softly. Doris turned to look at him and she was smiling.
" 'I told you she was a real beauty,' Doris said. 'We'll have so much fun with her, especially the way she responds.'
"Jeannie was standing there in her panties and Doris just reached out and peeled them down over Jeannie's hips and then she was naked, and looking at Mark with a sick, raw hunger in her eyes. Doris put her fingers between Jeannie's legs and Jeannie popped as soon as Doris touched her. Doris pushed her down on the circular bed and slid to the floor between Jeannie's legs. A moment later she was eating Jeannie with a fervor that was amazing. I glanced at Mark and he gave me a nice, sweet smile. He didn't say anything but it was obvious that watching the two girls had him all excited. He stood up and took his shorts off and he was build like a bull between the legs. His cock was enormous and his balls were so big my eyes popped. He started jerking himself off slowly and then he stopped. Doris had Jeannie writhing and screeching and I realized that for her this was the big leagues. The way she was reacting to Doris's mouth and tongue, she was going to tear herself apart. She was making all kinds of crazy noises and Doris's mouth was making a slurping sound as she drove Jeannie almost insane.
"Jeannie's whole body lifted up in the air in a big arch and then she plopped down again and it looked like she was unconscious. Doris stayed with her for a minute or two more, then she slid back onto her legs, sitting on them. She turned to look at Mark and she gave him a big, crooked smile.
" 'Sweeten her up for me, darling,' she said.
"Mark knelt between Jeannie's legs and he started working that big tool of his into her and Jeannie came alive again and she went nuts over that thing of his. He fell on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him and then she was swinging her hips up against him, trying to get all of him into her, and she did it. I don't know how, but she did it, and then she was gasping and panting and flipping up against him and she was screeching again like she was having some kind of a fit. I was so busy watching them I didn't notice Doris sliding over to where I sat until she began opening my pants and taking my cock out. She didn't say a word to me; instead, she bent her head and slid her mouth down over my hard-on and began wrapping her tongue around it and biting it very gently while she sucked with a power that just wasn't going to be denied. She had me spurting in just a few seconds and she swallowed slowly and her tongue kept busy all the while and she never once stopped sucking. My cock was hurting because she was exerting such tremendous suction but she didn't seem to care. When she was finished with my first orgasm, she slid her mouth off and she sat back and stared at me.
" 'Take your pants and your shorts off so that I can get at you,' she said. The way she sounded I was afraid not to do what she said, so I stood up and slipped my shoes off and then my pants and my shorts. She told me to sit right on the edge of the chair and she went back to sucking me but she was handling my balls and hurting me with her fingernails and it was the most wonderful experience. She was good at her work and she was the kind that can get a rise out of stone, so she stayed with me for a long time and I didn't pay too much attention to what was going on. When I did finally glance over at the round bed I saw that Mark was up on his hands and knees and Jeannie had both hands on his big cock and she had a lot of it in her mouth, too. She was wearing a blissful look on her face and I could see that she was in paradise. So was I because Doris had my cock spitting every few minutes and it didn't seem that I had any control over things at all.
"It seemed that Doris kept sucking for hours and each time she made me come the sensation was richer, deeper, and it got so that I never wanted her to stop. But she finally did. She sat back and her face was slick with sweat and her eyes had a crazy look in them. She was gasping for breath and when I looked down I could see that the crotch of her shorts was soaked. She had been having herself a nice time while she was sucking me, too. That was evident, all right.
"In spite of all that had been dragged out of me, I was still hard and she put her hand around it and she smiled up at me. She said that she was going to be very happy to have me around. She twisted and looked over at the bed and Mark and Jeannie were still in the same position and Jeannie was still sucking on him. Doris scooched across the carpeting and then she pushed her face between Jeannie's legs and she started on her all over again and that whole trio started going nuts while I sat and watched it all, not in full possession of my faculties as yet.
"Doris unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down and hiked one knee then the other to get them off. She had no hair on her pussy, she snapped her fingers at me and she took her mouth out of Jeannie's crotch long enough to tell me to come and eat her. I slid down onto the carpet and I didn't even think about what I was going to do. I was just so damned hot I ached with the desire to eat her, and as soon as I tasted her, I glued my mouth to her and feasted on her with no shame at all.
"We stayed right there in the bedroom and in time Doris and I wound up on the bed with Mark and Jeannie, and Doris and I sort of drifted into a nice, relaxed sixty-nine and finally we all wore ourselves out and we slept right where we were.
"The next morning we just started in all over again. Doris just wouldn't leave my dick alone. She kept pulling on it and dragging the stuff out of me and Jeannie was doing the same thing with Mark's big tool. I guess we wasted a couple of hours like that before anyone even thought of eating. But finally Doris got up and went into the bathroom and Jeannie sat up, her eyes glassy and her smile as loose as could be. Mark was very much delighted with her. You could see that. He hugged her to him and he kissed her and she just sort of nestled into his arms like she belonged there. When he let her go, she got up and waited for Doris to get out of the bathroom. It was quite plain that Jeannie had to go so Mark told her to go right in the bathroom, Doris would be in the shower anyway. So Jeannie disappeared. Mark sat up and found cigarettes on a table by the bed and he gave me one. He asked me if I thought I could be happy living with him and Doris and I said I sure thought so. He laughed and said I would be better able to answer his question by the time we went to sleep again. He said Doris would have lots of nice little surprises for both of us, but we would enjoy it all. Doris was quite skillful when it came to dealing with submissives. That was the second or third time I had heard that word and I didn't know what it meant.
"I sure got to learn what the word meant. And I had to learn too that the word fitted Jeannie and me.
"We ate our breakfast naked and when we were finished at the table Doris told Jeannie and me to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. When we were finished, we were to join her and Mark in the studio, the room with the funny-looking pieces of furniture. I tried to talk to Jeannie while we worked, and at first she was sullen and acted like she didn't want anything to do with me, but finally she said she liked Doris and Mark and she liked the things that we did with them and she just enjoyed having fun with sex. She was glad we were going to stay with them for a while. When I told her I liked living with them she smiled and kissed me and we weren't at odds with each other any more. That made me feel lots better, and when we went into the studio we were smiling.
"Doris was sitting in one of the leather-upholstered chairs and Mark was eating her, and she was obviously in a high state of sexual agitation. She had several really big orgasms while we stood and watched and then Mark finally let her alone so she could sort of get herself straightened out again.
"Mark had a big rail on, and when he saw Jeannie he beckoned to her and she went to him. He pulled her down beside him on the floor and bent her head down with his hand and Jeannie went right down on him and a moment later I saw her swallowing while he shivered with an ecstatic orgasm. Jeannie was enjoying it just as much as he was, and when Doris crooked her finger at me I had a big hard-on too, and she wanted it. She got it and she blew me just as swiftly as she could. She was starving, it seemed.
"As soon as Doris got herself calmed down, she told Mark that she was going to have some real fun with us. Mark was sitting on the floor and Jeannie was practically in his lap. Doris told Jeannie to get up and come into the bathroom with her. Jeannie obeyed her and they were in the bathroom for quite a while. When Jeannie came out again, all of her pubic hair had been shaved off and she looked like a very young girl. I couldn't stop looking at her crotch. But Doris told me that I was next. She made me go along with her into the bathroom and she shaved all of my pubic hair off, too. While she was doing it, I got a hard-on from her handling and she didn't waste any time sucking me off again, right then and there.
"When we went back to the studio, I learned what the imagine furniture was for, there was one rack that they folded Jeannie into and then another one for me. Doris got her kicks out of whipping people, and when she brought out the collection of whips that she had I got really frightened.
"I learned all about whips and the fantastic thrills that corporal punishment can provide for a person who is susceptible to that kind of treatment.
"Doris used her whips on me and I almost died in sexual frenzies too great to even describe. The whip used on sexual flesh make a person experience exaggerated thrills that eventually destroy whatever control the person has, and after giving me a thorough whipping, Doris turned the whips over to Mark and while he flayed me with one, she got my cock into her mouth and sucked me while Mark's whip drove every ounce of juice from my body, and when she finally forced me into an orgasm so strong that it nearly killed me, my time of abuse was at an end.
"They took turns working on Jeannie and she got much more attention than I did. They whipped her everywhere and Doris feasted on Jeannie's orgasms and so did Mark. By the time that first day was over, we had gotten to know every possible thrill that sex could provide. And we loved every minute of it.
"We became willing slaves to Mark and Doris and we stayed with them for a long, long time. We still spend time with them and Jeannie and I are still together, but we have no illusions about ourselves. We need and want abuse and physical punishment and we manage to get it. Doris and Mark have a lot of friends who are real swingers and they send us to their friends now and then, and we are always delighted to go.
"Jeannie and I live together and no one suspects that we are brother and sister, and while we have lots of fun together, it is when we get the harsh treatment and the whips that we really turn on. Naturally, we have learned our tasks well and both Jeannie and I go both ways. I like the homosexual stuff and Jeannie likes the lez bit, so we are always prepared no matter what we are called upon to do. But we are happiest when we go to visit Mark and Doris for a weekend. Sometimes there will be guests and sometimes just the four of us.
"Jeannie and I are very similar in our natures. We like doing anything that is sexual, but we enjoy things most if we are disciplined first and made to do things. The compulsions that we feel seems to heighten our pleasure.
"We are devoted to sex and I guess that's all we live for. Neither of us wants to get married, we just want to be let alone to enjoy the crazy thrills we can get with our friends. We are smart enough to know that the kind of Me we lead won't last forever, but we figure that when we reach the point where we are no longer attractive to our friends, we will still have a refuge.
"We will always have each other."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Those who compile case histories of sexual activities in the present culture are discovering that there are precious few reservations or inhibitions among those who find sex the most pleasant pastime of all.
The colleges and universities are crowded with young people who are living together without the benefit of matrimony, and with sexual freedom groups springing up everywhere, it is not too startling to realize that young people are deliberately experimenting and trying all sorts of things in order to get the most sensual pleasure out of their activities. Many of these young people are candid about their determination to enjoy all of the hedonistic joys of sensuality and sex and there is nothing that they will not do in order to intensify the thrills of orgasm and the ecstasies of "unusual" sexuality.
Many of those researching today have stated that coitus, or copulation, is now old hat and a practice designed for those who want children. Oralism is now the new order of things, and most of those who have become involved with this type of sexuality confess quite frankly that they experience exceptional thrills when they are able to force the excertions of orgasm from another, and ingestion of the material is another great thrill. It has been stated that many girls become addicted to the male product and become insatiable in their appetites, and when this happens, the male of the team can be debilitated by a voracious female. Armed with the highly specialized knowledge that their own research can provide for them, most girls who are committed to oralism feed their donors special diets of wheat germ, large doses of Vitamin E and some of the more recently discovered materials that supposedly affect the production of semen quite amazingly.
Today's young people know all about vasodilators, and these materials are easily secured, so are all of the other materials that are required for such a special existence.
It has been stated before that when twins become preoccupied with sex and sensuality, it is quite usual for one twin to dominate the other, and in most cases it is the girl who will dominate her twin brother, and in instances where the brother is masochistic in nature, the girl can often enjoy herself unstintingly with no holds barred. Naturally, when such a set of circumstances prevail, and the young people can do as they please without fear of detection, a full range of perverted activities can occur.
Stephanie and Steven B. are now in their early twenties, and can easily serve as a representative case history of what can happen when a handsome young boy is dominated and abused by his beautiful sister. Reciting the details of her brother's subjugation and exploitation by herself, Stephanie feels no sense of shame or regret. She is, instead, quite pleased with herself, and she admits that she is able to enjoy exceptionally sensual thrills when she is busy with her twin brother. And, admittedly, she is addicted to the brother's sexual products and she supervises his diet and his activities to a rather surprising degree.
"Steve and I started fooling around when we were just kids," she says, "and we knew right away that sex was the nicest thing we had found. I started sucking Steve at a time when he couldn't do anything but get a little pain in his prick, and that was orgasm for him. But we kept on and I would make him suck my tits or my pussy and I really got some beautiful blasts out of having him do that. But while Steve couldn't give me any milk, I sure learned how to suck him and I got so that I could really make his cock perform just the way I wanted it to.
"After a while, we both got older and when he started pumping semen, I went wild over it. You see, I'd lie beside him with his cock in my mouth and I could suck thin fluid out of him and I got so I loved the taste of that, and then when I'd get the real big load, that was a kind of reward for me. And a triumph too, because Steven would try to hold it back and keep me from making him come. Lots of guys do that, because it makes it so much nicer for them and for me, too, when I finally force it out of them. We learned lots of cute little tricks as we grew up, and by the time we were in high school I was practically living off of Steve. I was at him all the time. We were raised by my mother and she always left early for work so we had an hour or more to kill before we went to school, and I would make Steve give me his cock and by the time we left for school, he was walking bowlegged. And as soon as he got home from school, I was right after him.
"He didn't mind it, though; he loved it. I would blow him a couple of times and then when he was losing interest, I'd give him my pussy to suck and he would sure get interested again in a hurry.
"I think I was always quite pretty. I know that I had lots of boys who wanted to date me in high school and I went out with quite a few of them, but I didn't fool around. You don't take chances like that, because once you get fucked or you blow a guy, he never keeps his mouth shut and word gets around fast. So I confined all of my sexual activities to playing with Steve.
"He was a good kid, kind of shy and retiring, and he was built big between his legs and in his body, but he was putty in my hands. I mean I could do any damned thing I wanted to do with him, and I did everything I could think of. I learned that he liked it when I stuck my tongue in his bunghole, so I figured that if he liked that, he just might like something even nicer stuck up there. We had a plunger for the sink and it had a short round handle on it. I used to take that and smear it with petroleum jelly or cold cream, and then while I was blowing him I'd slide that in and out of him and, man, would he cream then. He would give milk like a cow. I had a few other tricks, too. I'd shave his balls and rub shaving lotion into them and they would get so sensitive you could hardly touch them and he'd pop.
"I knew enough to know that I was creating a serious drain on my brother's body so I started studying up on vitamins and foods and I learned all about how to feed him to keep him in top shape and he went along with anything that I made him eat. So, all in all, life was very pleasant for us and we were having fun with sex all the time. But diets can be overdone just like anything else and the time came when I had Steve so well built up that he just couldn't help himself. He was hot all the time.
"You see, when we got out of high school we both went to work, and after I'd been working for a while I got a cute little apartment for myself, and Steve would meet me there after work and let me have what I wanted. I would fix supper for him and then we would really have a party in bed afterwards. We would do that every day and the weekends were just more of the same. Steve had a key to my apartment and he would usually be there when I got home, waiting for me. I liked that. I liked that very much.
"But this one day I quit work early because I had a headache and I went home. I took my shoes off in the living room and then I walked into my bedroom and I got the shock of my life. My brother Steve was on the bed with another guy and they were blowing each other. They were lying side by side, in reversed positions, and they were really out of this world. I let out a shriek, more of surprise than anything else, and they sprang apart like they were exploding. Steve took one look at me and his face got as red as a brick. The other guy just sat up and stared at me; he was too hung up on sex to have his brains unscrambled. He was a nice looking guy about Steve's age and he had a big, beautiful cock, even bigger than Steve's. I stood there looking at them and I could feel my mouth watering and I was smart enough to know that if I played it real smart, things were going to turn out very nicely for me.
"I asked Steve how long he had been having homosexual affairs, and he hung his head and said that it was only the third time he had tried it. He was sorry but he liked Joey and they had been so hot, both of them, that they wanted to try it.
"I didn't know Joey from Adam's off ox but I liked him. As I said, he was very good looking and he had some beautiful meat between his legs. I was dying to get at Joey, and Steve too.
"Joey got up off the bed and started putting on his pants. I told him to leave his pants off and to stay just where he was. This was my home and he had been caught dead to rights. I wanted to know a bit more about Joey.
"Steve told me that Joey was one of his friends. He was a draftsman and he made a lot of money. But he had a yen for my brother and that bothered me. I had to find out just what was what with
Joey. I sat down and talked to those two boys like a Dutch uncle. I told Joey that I would see to it that the people where he worked learned all about his homosexual leanings and I would see to it that he wouldn't be able to get another job in town.
"Joey looked at me with a sick face and then he began to cry. That surprised me. I had no idea he would be that soft. Steve was watching me and he seemed like he was close to tears, too. Joey was staring at me and his eyes were beseeching, and I felt my heart beginning to pound. I realized that I was very close to having two beautiful cocks, to play with and that was enough to turn me on. I was actually drooling as I sat and looked at the two boys.
" 'Of course,' I said, slowly, and as though I were really thinking things over, 'if you wanted to be a very good boy and become my personal property, perhaps we could think of some ways for us all to be happy together.'
"I smiled at Joey and I could see the relief in his eyes. He was still crying but he was trying to smile bravely in spite of everything. He asked me what I had in mind and I told him.
" 'From now on both of you boys are going to do as I say,' I said. 'And we can start right now. Agreed?'
"They both nodded in a hurry. I told Joey to put his feet on the floor and then lie back on the bed. He did it and his crotch was beautifully exposed. I went to him and knelt between his thighs, and as soon as I put my hand on him, he started shivering and I knew that he was close to booming. So I bent over and slid my mouth down over it and the first time I moved my tongue he began spurting, and he was another milk cow, just like Steve. He was lying there completely at my mercy and I just couldn't stop myself. I kept on sucking him and really working him over and he came three times in a row. He was moaning and groaning and when I thought he had had enough for a while, I stopped and went after Steve. He knew just what to do and he laid beside Joey while I pulled him down something fierce.
"I spent that whole afternoon sucking first one and then the other and it was pure heaven for me. I've got to admit it. When I finally left them alone, they sat up and Joey had a happy, peaceful look on his face. He told me that no one had ever sucked him as nicely or as expertly as I had. I kissed him for that. Then I told him that he was going to stay and have dinner with us and then we would have some more fun and games. That was all right with Joey. He was single and he didn't have to report to anyone. It was a Friday afternoon and I told them that we could have lots of fun for the whole weekend. And we didn't have to knock ourselves out, we had lots of time.
"They both helped me fix our dinner and Joey just couldn't do enough for me. He told me he had never known a girl as pretty as I was and he was so glad I liked him. He told us that he had a lot of sexual hang-ups and he explained that he was one of those who liked to be whipped. And he just doted on sodomy. He had lots of things at his place, a hidden suitcase that contained several dildos and whips and thongs and equipment like that. He said he would bring it to me if I would whip him and treat him to the kind of sex he liked best. I told him I would be delighted to use the whips on him and the dildos, too. And I would have many things for him to do for me. We all got so excited talking about that sort of thing that we sent Joey home in his car to get the things he had been telling me about while Steve and I did the dishes.
"I've got to admit that the thought of using a whip on Joey's nice white body and plump rear end turned me on so violently that I was almost sick with passion. I pushed Steve into a chair and I went after him with a hunger that was more vivid than anything I'd ever known. Poor Steve, he was whimpering in agony because I was sucking him so hard that I had the head of his dick raw and that really hurt, I'm sure. But I just couldn't help myself. I could imagine Joey in my mind kneeling down while I whipped his buttocks and his balls and he would be enjoying it, and after I had whipped him till I was tired of it, I would make him eat me. Maybe I'd have Steve screw me first so that the whole bit would be more enticing. Just thinking like that with Steve's dick in my mouth, I was coming all over myself.
"Then I got to thinking about what it would be like to whip Steve, too. He was a very mild mannered guy and I pushed him around anyway, and I knew damned well that if I decided I wanted to ship him there just wasn't anyone around to stop me. He certainly wouldn't.
"Steve's dick got so sore he was in agony, so I finally stopped sucking him and let him go into the bathroom to put a cold wash rag on it so the nerve ends would stop hurting him. He took care of himself and when he came back to me the head of his cock was a deep purple but it wasn't hurting any more. But it sure did look wilted. He gave me a sickly grin and admitted that in spite of the way I had hurt him, he had enjoyed it all very much.
"Joey came back a few minutes later and he had a flat black leather case with him. He brought it into the bedroom and opened it and I examined the dildos that he had and they were real beauties, complete with make-believe balls and straps and they were both quite large. He even had a big tube of lubricant in the suitcase, too.
"There must have been a dozen whips of all sizes and he explained that each was designed for different purposes. There was one with an ivory handle and short flat tongues and I wondered what that was used for. He explained that many girls enjoyed having their breasts whipped as part of a program that eventually included the buttocks and then, as a final coup de grace, the sexual flesh itself. He used it to whip his privates when he wanted to stimulate himself quite beyond the ordinary. I gave him a sweet smile and told him that I would delight in doing that for him. The other whips all had ornate handles and different kinds of tongues and lashes and he explained that they were all specially made for the devotees of flagellation and were so fashioned that they would not cut the flesh and leave welts but they certainly would really turn the victim inside out. I promised him that he would really get well taken care of. I explained to him that the idea of giving him what he wanted really excited me and I was looking forward to many pleasant hours working him over.
"I turned to look at Steve and he was staring at the whips with a fascinated stare and I told him that I was going to whip him too and he didn't say a word. He just kept on staring at Joey's little friends. When I told Joey to get undressed he obeyed me without a word, and as soon as he was stripped down I blew him and I think I hurt him just as much as I had with Steve. I couldn't help it. I was insatiable and I just couldn't get enough of what I liked so much, and when I finally drained Joey dry I went after Steve all over again and he just sat and let me empty him without a word of protest.
"They wound up lying flat on their backs on the bed and I realized that I had temporarily exhausted both of them. But I wasn't too worried. I knew that I could make their glands to tricks once I started in on them with the whips and I was dying to do that.
"They sat up and watched as I started getting undressed. I did it slowly, tantalizingly, knowing that Joey found me very pretty, and as I bared my breasts his cock started getting erect again and that made me feel very happy with my own body. I got everything off and I stood in front of them naked, knowing that both of them were eating me up with their eyes. I wanted Joey to screw me, and when I asked him if he would like to, he almost broke his neck nodding.
"I went to the bed and climbed onto it. I kissed Joey on the mouth and when I put my hand on his prick it was as hard as stone. Steve was watching us and I saw that he was up again. I laid down and pulled Joey down on top of me. I was on the pill anyway so I didn't have a damned thing to worry about and when Joey started sliding his big dick into me I lost my head and I really went nuts with a crazed, hungry desire for the thrills that Joey gave me. We were writhing and thrusting against each other with a fury that couldn't last long and it didn't. Poor Joey, he was trying to make it last but I kept shoving my hips up and down on his rod and he finally blew, and when that happened I came too. He tried to pull out but I wouldn't let him go. I couldn't. And after a while I began moving my hips up and down again on him and he began getting steam up again and the second time was even nicer than the first. We lay locked together for a long time and when he finally eased himself out of me he was nice enough to wait and let me lick him clean.
"When I told Steve that I wanted him to eat me right away, he was delighted to do it. He glued his hot mouth to me and his tongue went crazy. He had me coming all over again and it just went on and on until the excruciating ecstasies drove me into a kind of sensual trance and for a long while I don't know what he did to me. When I finally sat up and got my senses back, both boys were sitting on the bed beside me, playing with each other.
"It angered me to see that the boys were so eager for each other. They were both my domain and I didn't need any help in that department, so I was already angry by the time I decided that I was going to learn how to use the whips on Joey. When I told him that I was going to give it to him, his face split in a big grin and you would have thought I had given him a ticket to heaven, and in a sense, I guess that was exactly what I had done.
"He knelt down in front of the bed and he stuck his plump ass up in the air for me to hit. He even told me which whip to use, and the first time I hit his rear end with the lash, I heard the loud smacking sound and I had an orgasm. It happened simultaneously and I knew that I had found a brand new source of sexual pleasure. Joey kept begging me to hit him harder and faster and I really laid it on so fast and furious that I worked up a real sweat and the tiny little orgasms kept happening. It was a time of unbelievable frenzies and a great many surprises. Joey's meat was hanging down and his legs were spread wide open and the temptation to lash him where it would really hurt the most was just too great to ignore, and as soon as I began stinging his sexual stuff he started popping all over the place.
"Steve was watching everything and I could see in his eyes that he wanted to try the whips too. His face had a sick, fascinated look to it and I knew that I would experience all sorts of sexual ecstasies once I had the act of whipping my two boys down to a fine art. Joey kept asking for more and more and he got it, too, then I must have done something right because he was spurting again and his whole body shook with massive convulsions and I knew then that it was all over for him. Whatever it was that he had wanted done, I had done it.
"He collapsed on the floor and he kind of gathered himself all together like a human fetus and he was sobbing and crying and I couldn't understand that. But I was so sexually stimulated myself that I didn't need to understand it. I sat down on the edge of the nearest chair, and when I told Steve to eat me for a while he complied without even answering me. He was shivering and it dawned on me that watching Joey get whipped had affected him very much and I noticed too, that he had a huge hard-on. I slid to the floor and we had ourselves a beautiful sixty-nine while Joey moaned and sobbed and then finally became still. When Steve and I finished with each other, I looked at Joey and saw that he was sound asleep.
"It was late then and I was suddenly weary. I told Steve that I was going to take a shower and go to bed. We would let Joey sleep right where he was. I kissed Steve and then I told him that I would give him a whipping the following day. I had an idea that he would enjoy it just as much as Joey had. He nodded, smiling. He thought so too.
"I think the following weekend was one of the most wonderful times I've ever known. Oh, there have been lots of exciting weekends since, but at that time so much was new and sexually stimulating, and I began living a life of full and plenty insofar as sex was concerned. The boys woke up with hard-ons and I took them in turn and gorged myself as soon as I woke up. When I had them temporarily dry for the time being, I fixed us some breakfast, and while I ate I talked with them and I told them that we were going to try out everything. I was just dying to use one of the dildos on both of them and they were quite eager to be screwed. They were decidedly co-operative and after we had finished eating we went into the bedroom and Joey helped me get one of the dildos strapped on.
"Joey had several boxes of rubbers in his suitcase and he said that we would have to use them because it was quite usual for a boy to ejaculate while he was getting screwed, and if it was done right, three or even four orgasms was not uncommon. He always managed that many. Because Joey was so eager, I took him on first and I really gave it to him good, and when he finally collapsed on me, again locked in the throes of a delicious terminal frenzy, I screwed Steve and he reacted just as beautifully as Joey did.
"Later that same morning I gave Joey another whipping and then I did the same for Steve and he surprised me because he went really wild over that sort of thing. I whipped hell out of both of them and then I made them work on me together. While Steve was kissing me and licking and sucking my breasts, Joey was eating me and then they switched and I had myself a most wonderful time of it.
"The whole weekend was an orgy and I gorged myself unstintingly on the boys, even when they were so dragged down they couldn't get an erection. Joey showed me how to sting their genitals with the short-handled whip and that brought their lazy cocks to full attention in damned short order.
"After that first weekend, Joey was around all the time. I think he fell in love with me and he and Steve became my willing slaves. The whips did something to them that I could never figure out but a lot of other people have the same trouble. They will do anything to get whipped, even paying for it.
"We became a very happy trio for a long while, a couple of years at least, and then we lost Joey. You see, in spite of his sexual attitudes, he was a brilliant young man and very good at his work and his company transferred him to the east coast and we were all very much distressed about seeing him go. He left his suitcase with the equipment with me, and he said that whenever he could he would fly out for a weekend with us, and he does that. He says that the only place he can really get taken care of properly is at our house.
"But after Joey was gone, Steve and I were sort of at loose ends and I missed having the extra guy. I really did. So Steve suggested that maybe we could join one of the sex groups that were springing up all around us. He began bringing home the underground papers and we started reading the ads. We found a group that was not too far from us and we actually attended a meeting. It wasn't that easy, of course. We had to be screened by the membership committee and we had to apply for membership just like it was a imagine country club. But we made the grade and we had a wonderful time at the group meeting. There were about fifteen couples and the girls were all beauties and the guys were good looking and they were all oversexed or they wouldn't have been in such a group, so I got lots of guys to go down on. But it wasn't really what we were looking for.
"We met this one couple, George and Gloria, and we liked them. They were about our own age and Gloria was one of those delicate, beautiful blondes. Her body was truly fantastic. She had big, firm breasts and a shaved pussy and she was made small down there, too. George was big and handsome and he had a big cock, but more important than that, he was a sexual freak. He'd come, and two seconds later, he would come all over again. He said he always came with doubleheaders. He had always been like that. Naturally, I simply adored George and we invited them to come and visit us when they could. Gloria had soft eyes for me, and while we never did get a chance to try the lez bit at the group meeting, I knew that if they came to visit us, she and I would get around to it. I was really hot for her, and that was surprising because no other girl had ever made me feel that way. They lived rather close to us, and when we left the group meeting they promised they would come and visit and that pleased both Steve and me.
"Gloria and George came over to our house two nights later and we sat around in the living room and had a few drinks and the drinks loosened up their tongues. We had assumed that they were husband and wife but they weren't. They were twins, just as Steve and I were, and when we finally admitted the truth to each other we had a big laugh about it. Gloria didn't feel that she and George were doing anything terrible. She didn't want kids and neither did he, so they weren't really interested in getting married to other partners, and Steve and I felt the same way.
"Gloria and George told us that they didn't really like the group meetings because they couldn't really enjoy doing the things that they really liked to do. The group was pretty well committed to screwing and sucking and that was it. George and Gloria had some other little tricks that they liked. Gloria admitted that she was hot after me and was dying to have a session with me and I admitted that I was hot for her, so we decided that we would do better in the bedroom and we carried our drinks in there.
"We got out of our clothes and Gloria happened to notice Steve's bottom. It was streaked with red marks from a whipping he had gotten earlier in the day and when Gloria saw that, her soft blue eyes lit up like bulbs. She asked me if I would whip her, too. She and George were hung up on the whips but they just couldn't do it for each other. They were too mild mannered and neither of them could hurt the other. I told her that I would be delighted to take care of that little problem for them.
"I got to learn a lot about George and Gloria on that visit. I learned a lot about me, too. I loved whipping George and Steve, and doing it did a lot for me, but I got the wildest kicks when I laid the whips on Gloria's plump bottom, and then when I gave it to her between her legs I almost fainted with sexual convulsions that were really unbelievable. Gloria liked to be whipped, and then when she had enough she would turn around and suck her abuser's sexual organs. George had the same little habit and I learned that I loved having someone eat me while I was using the whips.
"We dug into Joey's suitcase and used the dildos, and all of the other equipment, too. When Gloria and I really went to town on each other, I discovered that there were thrills in that sort of sex that I couldn't find in anything else.
"I wasn't too surprised to see George and Steve wind up in a homosexual embrace and really go to town on each other. I knew that my brother had a strong homosexual streak and I didn't mind him indulging it with George now and then. After all, I had Gloria.
"After that first visit, George and Gloria were always with us and we finally rented a house and set up housekeeping together. My skills with the whips brought out the strong masochistic tendencies in Gloria and George and they quickly became devoted slaves. George was a druggist and he was constantly bringing home drugs that would do wonderful things for those dedicated to sex.
"They will tell you that there are no such things as aphrodisiacs, but that isn't so. There are lots of them, and a guy who is a druggist has many of them available to him.
"We settled down into a nice comfortable life together and once again I had two guys to keep me steadily supplied with what I liked and Gloria didn't mind me depleting George. She had such a strong letch for me that she didn't give a damn what I did to George. So, all in all, we lived a very happy life.
"The first weekend that Joey came to visit we had a wild orgy. George and Gloria liked him and we really knocked ourselves out. He got the whipping of his life from me the first night he was home, and while he was getting whipped, Gloria was under him, sucking on him, and she got some of the whip, too. They had a real ball.
"When Joey finally had to go back east, I know that he hated to leave us, but he manages to get out here and visit with us at least one weekend a month now. And he says I am the only one he knows who can really handle him properly.
"Of course George and Gloria are still with us and we have our own little sex group right in our own house. We have tried everything we can think of and we find that we like everything.
"I'm afraid that most of our evenings are devoted to sex, but that is what all of us want, so we have no qualms about the kind of life that we live.
"Perhaps one day we will break up, but I don't think so. After all, with so much sheer sexual pleasure available, no one in their right mind would even think of breaking up.
"But maybe that is the answer and maybe the squares are right about people like us. Maybe we aren't in our right minds. Who knows?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
There are many medical men who believe that excessive preoccupation with sex can rob the brain of its ability to function properly, and many case histories wherein fellation has been practiced excessively seem to prove this. In many instances, boys or young men will report that they became so involved with sex or sensuality that they became unable to think of anything else. For many, the powers of concentration are affected, and in time there is a general loss of interest in anything but sex.
Some people, expert in physiology, will insist that special diets and certain foods can be given to such people to offset the drain on their bodies, and the more intelligent are now aware that this is so, or at least that special diets can minimize the strain on the human body.
Yet, in many reported cases, people involved with extremes of sexual activity have known that such aids are available to them, but they ignore them, preferring the half-world of sensual depletion to a state of alertness. While this may seem rather unfortunate to the average person, those who live this type of existence report that there is great sensual pleasure in such a state. And they are really not geared to cope with outside forces, so instead they become and remain the sexual toys of others.
While it is pretty well understood that a sexual affinity can develop between twins, and prosper, very often this state is invaded by others, who will often take advantage of the twins' sexual affinity and exploit them for their own pleasure. Oddly enough, when this happens, those exploited very often seek such treatment and willingly enjoy anything that is done to them.
Michael and Christopher G. are now nearly thirty. They are handsome, blonde young men, successful in the business world, and in excellent health in spite of the way they live.
They live with an older sister who has been exploiting them sexually for a long time, and at one point in their existence for fondness for the male product so easily secured from them posed a serious threat to their health and well being.
Discussing their sexual beginnings, Michael reports that like many other twins he and Chris had a closeness that kept them together most of the time.
"It wasn't that we didn't like other boys or girls," he says, "it just seemed natural to us to stay by ourselves. I guess we were company for each other, and we did have the same interests, so we stayed by ourselves most of the time. Our folks were well off and we lived in a big house and our father never. He was always traveling someplace and so we seldom saw him. We had a sister, Elaine, who was two years older than we were, and because she did nearly everything in the house, she sort of told us what to do.
"Elaine was a cute little brunette and as she grew older she became truly well developed and quite pretty. And as we grew older, we learned all about masturbation and we practiced it together. We would even have contests to see who could shoot the farthest, and it seemed like no one would ever win that one.
"Well, this one afternoon, Chris and I were in the attic, where we used to go off to be by ourselves, and we were fooling with our cocks. We were almost fifteen and we were already pretty well developed and we had hot nuts all the time, so we did a lot of jerking off, and this one afternoon, Chris was sitting in one old chair and I was sitting in another and we were beating our meat, trying to see who could shoot the farthest. All of a sudden I happened to look up and Elaine was standing there watching us. I hadn't heard her come upstairs so she must have been real sneaky about it. She stood there, her mouth open and her eyes just staring. Chris saw her, too, and we both lost interest in what we were doing, and we quickly put our cocks away. But that didn't stop Elaine. She walked right into the attic and she stood looking at first one, then the other.
"All of a sudden, she smiled. Then she asked us why we had stopped just because she came up. We didn't answer her. I think we were both sore because she had invaded our private place. She waited for us to say something, and when we didn't she tossed her head and shrugged her shoulders.
" 'AH right,' she said. 'I know what you've been doing. I've sneaked up here lots of times and watched. I just wanted to watch and see who won and what happened. But I don't care. I'll tell Ma when she gets home tonight and you can explain to her.'
"She started to turn around and go back downstairs. We both knew that we didn't dare let her tell Ma. And she knew it.
" 'We feel funny doing it with a girl watching,' Chris said.
"She turned around again and come over to us. She was smiling.
" 'It should be lots more fun with a girl watching,' she said. 'That should get you real excited and make you shoot further.'
"Chris smiled too. I think he was enjoying it all. He took his cock out again but he was soft. Elaine went over to him and she asked him if she could handle it. He said sure so she knelt down and put her hand on it and in her fingers his cock began to grow. He got a nice big rail on and she started moving her hand up and down, and when he tried to push her hand away she wouldn't budge.
" T want to do it,' she said. 'I know how.'
"Chris shrugged and looked at me. I was sitting there with a cock that was already plenty hard. Elaine was jerking him off and holding his cock straight out and then she was pumping her hand up and down faster and then he started spitting and he shot a hell of a ways across the room. She seemed to know enough to keep jerking him and she finished him off real good. Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped the head of it off. He started to put it away but she grinned at him and told him to leave it out. She liked looking at it. Then she told me to come over and sit in the same chair he had sat in and she would do me, too. So I went over, and when she saw that I was already hard she just grabbed it and began pumping her fist up and down and I shot even further than Chris had. She went over and looked at the two drops on the floor that were furthest away and she declared me the winner.
" 'There now,' she said, 'that wasn't so terrible, was it?'
"She sat down in a chair and she took a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of her dress and she asked us if we wanted to smoke. We weren't supposed to be smoking but we did, and she knew it. So we all had a smoke and then she asked if she could jerk us off again. She said she liked playing with our cocks. She thought all girls played with cocks whenever they got the chance. We didn't mind, so she handled us one at a time and then she jerked us off again and the next time Chris won. We made a hell of a mess on the attic floor but nobody cared. Our folks never went up there. We were the only ones. After the second time, Elaine said she had to go downstairs and she wanted us to come with her. She wanted us to take our pants off so that she could see everything.
"We went into our own bedroom, and when we got out of our pants and our shorts she sat and played with us. She made us get up on our hands and knees on the bed and she sat behind us playing with our dangling privates. She giggled and said she was going to milk us one at a time. She went into the bathroom and got the water glass. Then she held it under me while she used her fingers to tickle me and get me hard. Then she milked me and when I came she caught it in the water glass. Then she did the same thing with Chris. When it was all over, she told us to stay where we were and she went into the bathroom with the water glass. When she came back to us she had a funny look on her face. We were sitting on the bed and she smiled.
" 'I drank it,' she said. 'I don't know what made me do it. I just wanted to and I did it.'
"She paused and looked at us, waiting for us to say something. When we didn't say a word, she smiled again.
" 'I liked it,' she said. 'I want more. Lots more.'
"Chris was sitting with his legs spread wide open and he had another hard-on. He looked at Elaine and he grinned at her.
" 'Help yourself,' he said.
"She didn't need any more invitation. She crawled onto the bed and put her face between his legs and she sucked him off right then, and when he came she swallowed it like it was pure nectar. Maybe to her it was. Anyway, when she finished him off, she turned to me and she sucked me off, too. She wasn't very expert that first time but the way she went at it I could tell that she had latched on to something she liked. Liked, hell, she loved it. She kept blowing us one at a time and by the time it was too late to continue she had already begun to improve her technique. She was getting good.
"After what we had been doing with Elaine, Chris and I found that we liked her a lot more than we usually did and we helped her get the family dinner ready. She told us that she liked sucking us and when we got home after school the following day she would really do a good job on us. Chris asked if we were going to get a look at her and she seemed surprised.
" 'Of course, silly,' she said laughing. 'After all, I want some attention too. Tomorrow I'll let you look at what you want to see and you will suck me, too. Girls like that, you know.'
"We wanted a look right then so she finally sat down on a kitchen chair and opened her legs and we both knelt and stared at the hair between her legs and the deep slit that opened up as she spread her legs wider. Chris put his fingers down there and she moaned and told him to do it to her and hurry. When he didn't do what she wanted him to, she put her hand on his fingers and rubbed his fingers up and down and then she was having an orgasm and we could actually see just what happened when she came.
"She really had herself a time. I mean she had everything working and we could see little trickles running out of her, not much, but enough to see. She straightened up and got up and ran into the bathroom and that was all there was to that.
"When we got home from school the next day we really got down to business. Elaine made us get on the bed with our pants off and she kept blowing us, one after the other. Then when she got us cooled down, she asked us to try eating her and when I took my turn I was surprised to discover that I liked doing that. It made me shiver and shake and my cock got as hard as steel but I liked the taste of her and when she sucked me the next time she sure got a hell of a lot out of me. Then Chris fed her some more, and she just kept right on sucking us dry all the time.
"She took all of her clothes off and we got to play with her pretty tits and we sure enjoyed that. And it made both of us hard again so there was more for her to get.
"We spent the whole afternoon playing with sex and that got to be a habit. We did it every damned day. We both wanted to screw her but she was afraid to do that because she might get pregnant, she said.
"Our life got to be really interesting because we were growing older and it seemed that it felt nicer every time we came. I guess that was just our imagination, but we sure enjoyed ourselves. Elaine said that she had studied up about the kind of sex wer had and she found out why she liked sucking us so much. She said that the medical books said that girls needed the juice from a boy to tone up their system and that was why she was so hungry for all she could get. We didn't care why she wanted to blow us, we were just glad she did.
"I guess it's funny the way people develop. We settled down into a nice comfortable pattern and Elaine blew us all the time and it got so that we couldn't think of anything else except how nice it was while she was doing it. Like I said, she had plenty of chances to practice and she sure took advantage of it. She got to be a real expert. And she got into the habit of ordering us around and making us do whatever she wanted us to do. One day when we were fooling around she tried to get me and Chris to blow each other. We didn't want to do it, but she teased us and coaxed us, and then she got mean and we tried it. We found out that we liked doing it and that made her mad. She said that if we made a habit of it she would have to tell you folks what was going on. That was kind of an empty threat, and lots of nights when we'd go to bed, Chris and I would suck each other and she never got to know anything about it.
"One thing I know, people can get conditioned to things very easily. It got so that Elaine would always get us hard with her mouth and then she would suck, and I'm sure that my cock got spoiled. I guess Chris's did too, because I know I tried sex one night with a girl friend and I couldn't get it hard. Chris had the same experience, and when we went off to college we both fluffed out as campus lovers. The only time we could have any fun was when we indulged in a homosexual affair with each other. But that worked. That worked just fine.
"Chris and I talked a lot about our life with Elaine and what she had done to us and how we were spoiled, and we both resolved that we would keep trying to make it with girls because whatever Elaine had done to us we would have to undo.
"But that proved to be easier said than done. We both had some bitter experiences with the girls that we tried and we finally gave up and contented ourselves with the homosexual experiences that we had in our beds at night.
"We kept getting letters from Elaine and she kept telling us how much she missed her dear brothers and how glad she would be when we got home again. She really was glad, too, when we got home in between semesters, and she gave us a wonderful time. She was like a madwoman who has been deprived for too long and we were both happy when it was time for us to go back to school because Elaine was taking so much out of us that we both lost weight.
"Once we got back to school we began taking care of ourselves and we looked up things so that we could eat properly and keep our strength up in the future. It was a good thing that we did, too, because that knowledge became very valuable later on in our lives.
"We were in our senior year when Elaine wrote us that she was going to get married. That shook us up quite a bit because we somehow never thought she would. She explained that she was tired of working to support herself and she met this guy, Ernie, and he had a good income and plenty in the bank and he was crazy about her, so she was thinking very seriously of marrying him. She hoped we wouldn't be upset because there would always be room in her heart for us, and she needed us and she knew that we knew what for. So, she would let us know what she decided to do and if she wrote and announced that she had married her Ernie we were not to get upset. She loved us very dearly and she would always make a home for us and look after us. We were not to worry about anything.
"We both read her letter and neither of us understood it. But we started trying it with girls again and it was always the same, we just couldn't do anything. One night I had a girl who was very nice and she wanted to help me get it up so she tried sucking, but that wasn't too good either. She finally gave up on me and decided the hell with it. After that experience I just didn't bother trying any more. After all, a guy can do just so much.
"We graduated and had jobs to go to in our own home town so we got us an apartment and we saw Elaine and we met her Ernie. He was a nice enough guy, but she had a ring in his nose. She pushed him around and he did any damned thing she asked him to do. But Elaine had become very beautiful and a lot of guys wanted her. She was willing to settle for Ernie, she said, because she could handle him. And that was sure right.
"She wasn't working any more because she was so close to getting married and she came to see us right after we moved into our new apartment. Once she was inside, she walked right over to us and reached for our crotches. The funny thing is that the minute she put her hand on me I started getting hard and Chris did, too. She listened while we explained to her about the problems we had had back in school She laughed about it. She thought it Was funny.
" 'Well,' she said, 'you are my boys and I've been taking care of you for a long time now. And I'm afraid you have been spoiled for most girls.'
"She didn't waste any time at all in taking care of us. She simply pushed us into chairs and then she took Chris first and me next and her nimble tongue drove us crazy with the raw, wonderful sensations that we were used to with her.
"When we were calmed down a bit, she undressed and we went into the bedroom and we spent most of the day letting her drain our bodies just like always. We had to realize that there was nothing physically wrong with us, and all we needed to function at our best was our sister. That didn't bother us very much. In fact, it didn't bother us at all.
"It was late in the day when Elaine finally put her clothes back on again. She was happy because we had done all of the things with her that we were used to doing and she laughingly told us that her little pussy was as happy as could be, all because we had eaten her so charmingly. And she had spent a beautiful day with us. She was very happy that we were home again and available to her. We were happy too. I don't think any of us thought about Ernie.
"About a week later, she and Ernie got married. We attended the wedding, and when they went away on their honeymoon we really missed Elaine. But Chris and I consoled ourselves with a little party of our own every night and that seemed to work very nicely for us. We were very busy getting started in our work and trying to get established, so we didn't really miss Elaine as much as we might have. She was only away for a week and as soon as she got home she came to see us and she really drained us dry. She said her Ernie was all right in the sex department but she was just too damned hungry to ever be satisfied.
"I think we resented Ernie a little at first, but Elaine spent so much time visiting us that we forgot all about Ernie and just enjoyed the life we were living. But Elaine wasn't happy. She said she wanted us to come and live with her and Ernie. That way she would be able to enjoy us any time she felt like it. When we asked her about her husband she laughed and said she didn't give a damn about her husband, and maybe she could do something about him.
"About a week later she invited us for dinner at her house, and when we arrived she had Ernie working in the kitchen, wearing an apron and helping her with the work. He had a nice, domesticated look to him, and when we arrived he said hello, but that was all he said. Elaine was all smiles and happiness and she seemed to be unusually happy. Chris and I settled down in the living room with a couple of drinks and we just waited for dinner. I think we both felt very uncomfortable being around Ernie knowing what we knew.
"He looked funny all through dinner. He had a hang-dog look to him, and while Elaine was as happy as a bird, Ernie looked like he would never be happy again. We had a delicious dinner, and when we were finished Elaine told Ernie to serve coffee in the living room and he did it. Then she told him to clear the table and wash the dishes. She was ordering him around like he was her servant, and I guess he was. When he finished in the kitchen, Elaine told him, he could come in and have his coffee with us. We were going to have a nice little talk.
"When Ernie settled down in a chair in the living room, Elaine looked at him and she was giving him one of her sweetest smiles.
" 'Are you sure you feel quite all right about what I am going to do, darling?' she asked him. He glanced at Chris and then at me and then he looked down at the floor.
" 'Yes, dear,' he said. 'After all, you will do what you want to do anyway. You might as well do it at home. I just want you to be happy. That's what I care about most.'
"Elaine jumped up and ran over to him. She kissed him on the lips and he looked to be very happy for the moment. She rumpled his hair, then she went back to her chair and when she sat down she looked at us with a big grin.
" 'I have told Ernie all about us,' she said, bluntly. 'You see, I do love him very much and I love both of you, too. So, the only way I could work it out was to tell the truth. I've talked it all over with Ernie and he agrees that it would be convenient and very pleasant if you two moved in with us. We have loads of room.'
"I think Chris and I were just too astonished to speak. Ernie didn't seem to mind that Elaine was always sucking on us. He didn't seem to give a damn about anything except that Elaine was happy and enjoying her life. Elaine told us that she had told Ernie the whole story, how we were, how she was. She added that she had also told Ernie that she would get a divorce because she knew that she couldn't live without us and we didn't do very well, not without her, so Ernie didn't have too much of a choice.
"Elaine told us, smiling, that after we were finished with our coffee we were all going into the master bedroom and have the damndest party ever. And she was sure right about that.
"Ernie surprised us, though. He turned out to be a real swinger. When we went into the bedroom, Elaine told him to strip and we sat on the bed and watched him. He was built nice, but he wasn't very big in the sex department. Elaine laughingly told us not to be too quick to knock him, Ernie was a real performer.
"We all got undressed then and it was apparent that Ernie was getting a nice sexual kick out of what we were doing. He had a hard-on in a hurry and he shivered and looked kind of ashamed when Elaine went to him and sucked him off. Then she told him to sit down and watch for a while. She and Chris and I got onto the bed, and once we got started we forgot all about Ernie being there. Elaine went right after Chris, and while she was working on him I was eating her. And then I got a real shock because while I was busy with Elaine I felt a hand between my legs and then a warm clinging mouth, and it was Ernie. He was apparently bi-sexual, and in spite of Elaine's cleverness she had obviously done exactly what he might have hoped for
"We really had us a wild orgy that first night and Elaine was not at all surprised to find that her husband liked to suck cock, she thought it was a delightful development. Ernie told us finally that he had always been able to go both ways and he was so pleased that we were going to live with them.
"We spent most of that night trying anything and everything and Elaine was in her glory with three of us to work on. We screwed her and she really enjoyed that for a change. Ernie was right with us in anything we wanted to do, and when we finally knocked ourselves out we went to sleep and started in again the next day. Nobody went to work that day; we just stayed with Elaine and Ernie and enjoyed ourselves to the utmost.
"It turned out that Ernie became a most welcome addition to our little group because he was awfully obliging. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do. Elaine and he would work on us together. She would suck Chris, maybe, while Ernie would suck me, and when he popped the guy he was working on, Elaine was right there to collect the harvest. That became a favorite trick with them. And while Chris and I were resting up and recuperating, Ernie and Elaine would have themselves a really grand sixty-nine.
"During the day, Chris and I both blew Ernie and he enjoyed that very much, and, surprisingly, so did we. It became quite apparent that we were all bi-sexual. We wondered about Elaine for a time, but she told us, during one of our rest periods, that she had a couple of girl friends that she enjoyed lesbian experiences with, and she said that she might invite them over one evening. That is, she would if we thought we would like that. We did like that and there have been many times when her girl friends have visited with us and we have had a real ball.
"But, actually, we were always having a ball, so it didn't make much difference to us. Chris and I moved in with Ernie and Elaine and we have been living good ever since. Elaine has three males with whom to amuse herself and she learned early in the game that we could be debilitated, so she found out all about foods and she feeds us the things we need.
"We've lived with Elaine and Ernie for a long time now and we will go right on living with them. Perhaps what we do and the way we live might not be considered right to some people, but Chris and I feel that such a life is our only hope of a full sex life. We don't know whether Elaine ruined us when we were young or not, but we don't really care much one way or another.
"All we care about is the fun and the pleasures we can have with our way of life. And we just don't give a damn about anyone else. Lots of people are living just as they please and doing as they please. If you don't believe me, just take a look at what is going on in this country. Everyone is doing what they want to do and enjoying it. Anyone knows that.
"It's all in the newspapers. Every day. So we don't feel that we are moral lepers or anything like that. And it doesn't bother us that Elaine is our sister. She is the best lover we have ever known and for us that's all that's important.
"We even enjoy Ernie and the way he is. He likes being sodomized and he gets plenty of that. Elaine has herself a dildo and she really screws hell out of all of us when she is in the mood and we enjoy it. Hell, lots of guys do. So, whatever reservations or inhibitions we might have had about sex in any form went down the chute a long time ago. And now we just enjoy.
"Chris and I have talked it over, I mean about girls, and we are convinced that we love Elaine as much as we could ever love any girl, so we are happy with our emotional state, and we never have any more sexual problems, only beautiful orgies.
"Everybody should be that lucky, we think."
CHAPTER NINE
The age-old concept that the children of morally loose persons will, inevitably, follow in their parents' footsteps seems to be respected by most practicing psychologists. The age-old adage "Like mother, like daughter" does appear to work out in actual practice.
Many psychiatrists, practicing in our present culture, report that many of the disturbed young people who come to them to relate sexual problems almost always report a parent's activities as an example and the reason why they have done as they have. Some professional people give substance and weight to the examples that parents set for their young; others believe that the young are simply content to hang their perfidy on the handiest peg.
Regardless of the validity of age-old concepts, it does appear, after examining many case histories, that in a household wherein the mother is rather loose morally, and there are daughters, the susceptibility to sexual exploration and precocity is greatly increased. This would appear to be quite common in our present society. And perhaps, as some experts point out, it is understandable.
The newspapers and magazines have devoted much space to the sexual revolution now going on, and some of the greatest minds have suggested that perhaps the old morality is no longer workable in the present civilization. With this kind of benign publicity being given to today's mores, many people are now experiencing a nagging suspicion that unless they believe in swinging, or uninhibited and promiscuous sex, they are squares, old-fashioned and decidedly out of date. Whether this will prove to be true or not is something that only time can tell.
But the effect that a parent's conduct can have upon children can be rather immediate and downright explosive. Whether the lives of the children are forever ruined is, again, problematical.
In a recent case history that was recited by a very pretty young blonde 'girl, the effects of the mother's preoccupation with swinging sex would appear to be a predispositioning factor.
Lois and Lorraine T. are very pretty twins. They have always enjoyed a closeness that is quite the usual thing with twins, especially when they are of the same sex. The two girls are twenty-two now and they work at good jobs and seem to enjoy their life. One of the most evident elements in their case history is a total lack of shame or regret or any of the age-old values that in another era might have sent either or both of the girls to a madhouse.
Discussing their development to their present state of uninhibited sensuality and hedonistic enthusiasm, Lorraine admits that her mother might have been an influencing factor.
"Our mother has always been very beautiful," she reports. "She has an exceptionally beautiful figure and she had us when she was fifteen, so she is still young and active and we have been able to share many things with her.
"I think we were about thirteen when we discovered that Fran, our mother, was a swinger. You know, the kind of girl who goes in for sex in a big way. She belonged to one of those sex groups and she was always out a lot, and Lois and I had lots of time to ourselves.
"We liked to think about boys and we were always oversexed, I guess. I know we started playing with ourselves when we were very young, and when we were about thirteen or fourteen it got to be the most pleasant thing we could do.
"We learned about the exceptional pleasures of mutual masturbation and we would spend hours playing with each other. We would do lots of things to increase the pleasures we could get from fooling around. For instance, we would go to the supermarket and buy a package of knockwurst, those long, fat things like frankfurters. We would cook one, and after we cooled it off a bit I would insert it into Lois's vagina and pretend I was a boy fucking her. She would close her eyes and pretend it was true and she would have some lovely orgasms all the while I was doing it to her. I could watch her and see just when she was getting ready to come and I would hold my hand so that each time I rammed the thing into her my upraised thumb would rub her clit and that would do it for her.
"When she had enough, she would do it for me, and we spent many hours like that, doing things for each other. We weren't ashamed, we just liked sex. And so we enjoyed it as much as we could. Naturally, we got around to kissing and licking each other and we learned how to do that kind of thing simply by having lots of practice. That was even more fun than the frankfurter, and when I was sucking Lois she would slide the frankfurter in and out of me so that my excitement made me suck harder and more enthusiastically. Oh, we were really clever, there's no doubt about that. And while we knew that we probably had lots to learn about sex, we were eager pupils and we tried to find out all we could.
"One day we were rummaging in Fran's bedroom and we found an old suitcase that was pushed way back in her closet. It was locked, and probably because it was, we were determined to get it open. We used a hairpin and it took us quite a few tries, but we finally got it unlocked. We opened it and that's when we found out what our mother was doing. The suitcase was full of sex stuff. She had several beautiful dildos and there were hundreds of pictures of Fran and some of her friends and they were all naked and they were doing all sorts of things. There were lots of pictures of Fran sucking a man and others showing her sucking a girl and others showing her getting fucked. They were not all of her, but there were enough of her to pretty much show us just what she was doing. But instead of making us disgusted with our mother, the pictures made us horny as hell and we couldn't wait to try out the dildo. Lois and I both have nice breasts, large and firm, and we have been told they are real beauties, and the point that I am making is that when Lois strapped on the dildo she looked like a handsome young boy with a beautiful hard-on, but when I could see her titties standing out so straight and large on her chest, the illusion was destroyed. Naturally, the first few times we used the dildo we didn't worry too much about such refinements, but after a while we decided to do something about enhancing the illusion, so if Lois was going to wear the dildo and screw me, I would bind her breasts flat and she would wear a sweatshirt so that she looked just like a boy, and when I was wearing the dildo she would bind my breasts, and we both found that binding our breasts gave us nice little sexual sensations, so we really enjoyed using the dildo.
"One afternoon when I was screwing Lois from the back, which we both liked because we could get the whole thing all the way in and really sock it home, where it felt best of all, we had a little accident. Well, it wasn't really an accident. I was working away so enthusiastically that the damned thing slipped out of Lois and when I shoved it back in I got it into the wrong opening and poor little Lois yelped like a sick pup, but then she began squirming and I knew that she was going to come right away and I never knew that it wasn't where it belonged, but she sure knew it and the orgasm she had was a real spectacular. Man, did she have herself a time! When it was all over and she told me what I had done, I wanted her to try that on me and I had the same reaction, so from then on we kept both holes busy.
"We were always careful about washing the dildo and putting it away just where we had found it, and we would always be careful to lock the suitcase up again. Fran was not around much. She was going with a nice-looking young guy named Eric, one of those big, blonde gods, and we knew that she knew him from the sex group, because there were pictures of her with him. She sucked his cock, we knew, because we had the pictures to prove it, and they did a lot of other things to each other, too, so we knew all about them. And we could see Eric's big sex machinery in the pictures too and Lois and I did a lot of wishful thinking, wishing that we could somehow get at Eric.
"But we had to be content with the things we could do. I guess it was at least a year before Fran discovered that we had been at her precious suitcase. What happened is that we ran out of time one afternoon and we had to put everything away in a hurry, and we didn't have time to get the suitcase locked again before Fran would get home. We didn't think it made any difference, because we didn't think that she used the stuff in the suitcase except when she went out to her club meetings.
"We got caught because Fran went to her suitcase when she was getting ready for bed that night, and when she found it unlocked she got suspicious. She noticed all of the scratch marks around the locks and that did it. She came charging into our room and she was sore. She was wearing a long black silk robe, and with her light blonde hair and pretty face, she was a beautiful sight. We were in bed, and when she charged in on us we both sat up in a hurry. She asked us what the hell business we had snooping in her closet, and why did we want to stick our noses into her personal affairs. She started walking up and down beside our bed and I was sure she was going to bust a blood vessel. I was going todeny that we had disturbed her suitcase but Lois had other ideas.
" 'We've seen all the stuff in your suitcase,' she said. 'You suck a guy's cock real nice. And the other pictures are pretty good too, but that rubber cock is a real treasure. Like man, wow!'
"Fran stopped dead in her tracks and she just stared. She didn't know what to say to us, and I was wondering just what would come out of her mouth. She walked over to one of the chairs we had in our bedroom and she sagged down into it. She was looking at us and her big blue eyes seemed lifeless. She took a pack of cigarettes out of her robe and lit one. Lois reached out her hand and Fran put the pack and the matches into it. Lois lit up like a veteran and handed me the pack and I lit up, too.
" 'I'm glad you know,' Fran said. 'I guess I would have told you in time, when you were a bit older. I like sex. I have fun with sex and I don't have any ridiculous notions about what I do.'
" 'We're not judging you,' Lois said quietly. 'We like sex, too, arid we are lots more grown up than you think. So we snooped. Now I'm glad we did. We love you, and if that's what you like to do, we think it's your business.'
"Fran stared at her with an amazed expression.
" 'You don't hate me?' she asked, dumbly.
"Lois jumped out of bed and ran over to Fran. She threw her arms around her and she was hugging her and kissing her and bawling. Fran hugged her tightly to her and I don't think either of them realized that Lois was stark naked. Not at first. Then Fran pushed her away and she saw the white beauties on Lois's chest and the little nipples straining away from the pretty rosettes and she just put her hands on them and a sob escaped her. She was in bad shape in a hurry. Lois was moaning softly, enjoying Fran's touch on her breasts and then they were kissing each other again. They calmed down a bit and then Lois pulled Fran up onto her feet and brought her over to the bed, where I was sitting up, the bed covers clutched up so that they covered my breasts. Fran sat down on the edge of the bed and lois sat down too, her legs crossed tailor-fashion in front of her. Fran was staring at the dark blonde patch on Lois's pussy and she began licking her lips and I saw it and a little shiver of excitement streaked through me. Fran looked at me and smiled. She asked me if I felt the way my sister did and I told her yes.
"Then she began asking us questions about what we had been doing and Lois told her right away, all about us using the dildo and eating each other and Fran sat and smiled at us like we were her precious little darlings. She stood up and then she paused beside the bed for a moment and her face looked solemn. She asked us if we really liked sex, and if we thought of it as evil. Lois told her that we loved sex and we didn't think of it as evil at all.
"Fran asked us if we would like to have sex with her. Lois told her that we were dying to have sex with her, and while it might seem that Lois was doing all of the talking, I sat there with my face beaming and Fran knew that Lois spoke for both of us. She gave us a crooked grin and then she said that maybe she had better take a shower so that she could do what she had been wanting to do for a long time. She wanted to have sex with her beautiful little dolls. Lois told her to forget the shower, we didn't care. We just wanted to make love to her, to let her know how much we loved her, and if she would only stop talking and get her robe off, we could begin showing her how much we loved her.
"Fran smiled and then we opened her robe and we could see the glorious beauty of the firm body we had seen in the pictures. She had no pubic hair and she told us that most of those who were swingers shaved themselves there, not only to be sexier, but to make sure that the hair didn't hold odors or offend anyone.
"She crawled onto the bed and Lois moved right into her arms. In seconds, they were shifting into a sixty-nine and I began to feel a bit hurt and left out of things. They were crazy with lust for each other, and watching them made me so hot, I just sat there and masturbated. Then I began kissing Fran's buttocks and her back, then somehow, Fran's mouth was glued to my sex and she was driving me crazy with her flickering tongue and moving lips. I managed to get my mouth on her sex and then we had a nice sixty-nine, while Lois stuck her mouth in wherever she could. She was kissing and licking Fran's body wherever she could reach and we all got wound up in a very complicated session.
"We made love to Fran all night, and she finally went and got the dildo and Lois screwed her while I sat on her face and she ate me. We were awfully inventive that night and when dawn came we were lovers. We stayed home and made love all damned day.
"When Fran finally went back to her job, we had pretty much tried everything with our pretty mother, and when Lois and I were alone, she told me what she had in mind. She was dying to get at Eric and she was always hoping that we could persuade Fran to bring home some guys from her sex group so that we could have all the real stuff we wanted.
"We needn't have worried on that score. Fran and Eric come to the house the following Friday evening and she asked us if we thought we would like to include Eric in our fun and games and we were so damned eager that they both laughed. Eric was dying to have fun with us and Lois went right after him, once Fran declared open season. Eric got himself undressed and Fran started necking him and I began sucking him and they laughed at how precocious we were for such young girls. They were very much interested in finding out what I would do when he came in my mouth and so was I, but by the time it happened I was so excited I didn't even notice.
"Fran was sucking me and she was really giving me a wonderful time, and Lois had her crotch in Eric's eager mouth for a long time. Things got too far out for me to pay much attention to anything, and when it was all over for a while Eric reported that I had made him come three times in a row, and when he was coming I went nuts, so it seemed that we were just going to have lots of fun with no problems.
"Lois had to have her turn sucking Eric and she reacted the same way I had and we just had ourselves one hell of a wild weekend. On Sunday, Fran called up some of her friends and three nice young guys came over and we really balled then. I don't even remember taking time out to eat, but I guess we did. I just know that we all had a wonderful time.
"We had lots of wild weekends after that first one, and in time Eric and Fran got married and we have lived in sexual splendor ever since. Fran was very pleased with our acceptance of her way of life and she taught us a lot of tricks that we could use to heighten our sexual pleasures.
"She got us the pill so that we could do anything we wanted to and not have to worry. And in spite of the fact that Lois and I are twins, we have our periods at different times and Fran and Eric are happy about that because if one of us is not in working order, the other one is.
"Eric and Fran often invite some of the guys that we like from their club and we have some really wild times with the guys, because they are all studs, and that's probably why they join such groups, and when the guys come over, we can keep sucking for as long as we want to, and we sure do it, too.
"Of course when we became old enough we were able to join the group that Eric and Fran belong to and we had a lot of fun with those people, but they are a little square about some things. Lois and I have tried some of the far-out groups, you know, the ones that practice with the whips and spanking, and we got hung up on that kick. I dig the spanking bit and Lois likes to be whipped by a nice, virile male and we manage to enjoy everything we want in the sex orbit. Fran and Eric know about our fondness for the punishment bit but they don't really enjoy that kind of thing, so we don't burden them with our problems.
"We all live together and we have no problems with sex at all. It is something that we all enjoy and we are very fond of each other and that's good enough for all of us.
"I don't know about the moral aspects of our situation, and I couldn't care less. We like what we do and we have fun and that's the whole bit, isn't it?
"Lois and I have talked a lot about getting married but we don't think we really want to try that. It would be just our dumb luck to fall in love with some hard-working square who would think that we were horrible people, and that we would never want. So we will stick to our way of life, and if we want to get laid, Eric is handy to accommodate us, and he does it very nicely. So we feel that we've got it made.
"And we don't intend to change anything about our sex life. With Eric and Fran we enjoy both kinds of sex, and we have gotten used to having both male and female. We are definitely AC/DC folks and we are also live wires.
"But the main thing is that we are not denied and frustrated about sex any more. And people say that that's the worst thing that can happen to a girl. She should never let that happen.
"She should never, but really never, get frustrated."
