Incestuous Wives
[aka 'Mother's Incest Orgy' or 'Swallow Some']
by R.T. Powers
(BH-7020)


INTRODUCTION 

Ever since the spectacular reports that Doctor Alfred Kinsey and his army of 
researchers published, a vast of amount of information concerning the sexual 
habits and practices of our sophisticated peoples has become known. There 
has been much research and persistent effort among those who examine into 
the sexual upheaval that has taken place, and surprising co-operation and 
garrulity on the part of those who have revealed their sexual experiences 
with remarkable candor. And, because this is so, many unsuspected types of 
human behavior have come to light, not only in the files of those who 
research, but in the case histories of the nation's psychiatrists and 
psychologists. 

The prevalence of incest as a part of our social scheme has been unsuspected 
for a long time, mainly because those who usually participate in such acts 
rarely if ever reveal such activities to parents or other authorities. When 
and if the police learn of such acts they invariably keep the matter secret, 
supposing that no good can be accomplished by revealing such information. 
Because of this reticence about this particular type of sexual activity, it 
has long been supposed that incest was either non-existent or on the wane. 

The practicing psychiatrists and psychologists can refute this belief and 
many have reported that incest as a way of life is much more common than 
supposed, and no psychiatrist is surprised to learn that an incestuous 
experience was a part of a person's early sexual development. 

What is surprising to many is the fact that there are many people who 
continue their incestuous relationships after they have met and married 
other mates. Yet, as one psychiatrist said recently, this, too, has become 
quite common. 

Commenting on this facet of today's mores, the psychiatrist pointed out that 
many people become accustomed to the person and the sexual reactions of 
their incestuous partners and are often unable to function properly without 
them. Too, there are many others who develop into highly sensual hedonists 
who find the continuation of incestuous relationships intensely pleasant and 
rewarding. 

Whatever the reasonings behind such activities there are many women who 
marry and for one reason or another continue incestuous relationships, and 
in some cases, achieve great satisfaction from such arrangements. 

Perhaps because of today's permissive attitudes and mores those who are 
involved with such practices seem to have little interest in the moral 
aspects of such relationships, but concentrate instead upon the ability to 
enjoy voluptuous sensual pleasures with little or no reserve. And because 
there are so many such cases now being revealed this volume will attempt to 
examine into some of them. 

It can be mentioned, in passing, that the utter frankness people who do talk 
about their sex lives exhibit, need not be considered as wholesome. Many 
psychiatrists suspect that those who do talk so frankly, and at such great 
length, can and do experience strong sensual feelings while doing so, and 
they suggest that it is this thrilling sensuality that is mainly responsible 
for the frankness and candor so prevalent in today's case histories. 

Contemplation of the case histories suggests that this is so. 

 CHAPTER ONE Little Brother 

Probably because of its forbidden nature, incest has become especially 
alluring to many of the oversexed peoples of our times. In commenting upon 
the prevalence of this so-called social crime, Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg says 
in his authoritative book, Incest and Incestuous Behavior, that the problem 
in determining the frequency of this activity is twofold. 

First, many of those who become engaged in such practices are never detected 
and the varied types of acts performed are therefore rarely disclosed. 

While Doctor Weinberg's book was published in 1955, many others have been 
published since and the research done in this particular field of human 
behavior has produced multitudinous case histories that show that many of 
our people have grown up with brothers or sisters with whom they enjoyed 
incestuous associations and, very often, a whole spectrum of sexual acts. 

Discussing this type of activity, one psychologist stated recently that the 
secretive nature of such behavior, plus its illicit character has a tendency 
to permit the people involved to experiment far beyond what would be 
expected. Discussing a case of his own wherein the girl had sought treatment 
and exposed a rather unsavory program with her brother, he quoted the girl 
as having a good excuse for her perverted tastes. 

"It never bothered me that he was my brother," she said. "But, we were 
always alone together and we had lots of time. I knew he wasn't about to 
tell anybody anything ever, so we tried everything that we could think of. 
And I never did care what he thought of me, I wasn't going to marry him. I 
just had fun with him. And because it was such a nice, comfortable 
arrangement and I knew that no one would ever know anything of what we did, 
we were pretty uninhibited." 

In commenting further on this particular case, the psychologist reports that 
the young lady involved had become irresistibly addicted to the ingestion of 
the male fluids, especially semen, and because of her excessive appetites 
had kept her brother in a state of constant depletion. 

When she married, she simply transferred her activities to her husband, but 
because her needs and hungers were getting out of hand and she was picking 
up males for the express purpose of fellating them and thereby risking her 
marriage, she had been persuaded to seek, professional help. 

In predicting the outcome of his case, the psychologist was not too 
optimistic. Like many of his colleagues, he says he is persuaded that such 
strong inclinations and appetites, sustained for so many years, would be 
almost impossible to eradicate. When pressed for a. logical outcome, he was 
pessimistic. 

"Perhaps she can be educated to curb her inclinations and try to confine her 
activities to her own bedroom, but it is doubtful that a person who has 
always been uninhibited in their indulgences can be curbed. Actually, in 
such a case, we can only hope." 

Experienced researchers now seem to believe that incestuous acts that are 
not abandoned promptly, have a tendency to perpetuate themselves and very 
often the eventual marriage of the participants does not, as might be 
expected, put an end to the illegal actions. And the frequency of incest is 
now so great that classic patterns of behavior have now been established. 

In his book Sick Sex, John Somers, PhD., a practicing psychiatrist with many 
years of experience behind .him, delineates the various patterns that have 
now become relatively common in incestuous relationships. 

In discussing the brother-sister relationship he points out that it is 
usually the older sister who initiates the activity. This is often done by 
permitting a younger brother glimpses of her body, or her genitals, then 
persuading the boy to disrobe. Once this point has been reached, the girl 
fondles the boy's genitals, often taking the penis into the mouth and 
performing fellatio until orgasm has been achieved. After this, the boy is 
usually amenable to the girl's demands and usually performs cunnilingus for 
her. Thus a pattern is begun and because of the exceptional sensual 
pleasures that can be enjoyed by both parties, a termination point is often 
hard to achieve. 

While many incestuous relationships deal with the full range of illicit 
acts, the experts assume that many preferred or favorite acts become 
developed. According to the evidence now being amassed by the researchers 
who examine extensively into our present sexual activities, many girls who 
are admittedly oversexed, become exceptionally fond of practicing fellatio 
and will confine their main activity to this practice, often to the 
exclusion of all else. 

The males are affected too, and often become addicted to the practice of 
cunnilingus, or sodomy, or other more inventive acts. This, it is assumed, 
is because those involved in incest usually are very careful to avoid the 
act that can produce pregnancy. And because this is such a magnified fear 
with such types, coitus is usually avoided, except when it is especially 
desired and can be considered safe. The use of contraceptives is not as 
prevalent as might be imagined, mainly because incestuous relationships are 
usually begun when both parties are too young to secure such items and by 
the time they are old enough, their sexual preferences have been pretty well 
established. 

And, a growing number of young people are dedicated devotees of oral sex, 
and for those who are oversexed, or possessed of an abnormal sex drive, the 
addiction to fellatio and cunnilingus is a very definite possibility, and 
an. irresistible hunger for the products of such acts usually develops. 

Another by-product of incest, because of its clandestine character, is the 
utter lack of restraint that develops among the participants. And, of 
course, once this side of the affair emerges, anything goes and is enjoyed 
with complete candor. 

Usually, in the brother-sister relationship, one of the two will emerge as 
the dominant one. When this is the female, the sexual abuses inherent and 
possible in the relationship are virtually unlimited. But, it is inevitable 
that one person shall dominate, and most experts agree that it will usually 
be the one who initiated the activity. Many believe that most relationships 
find the sister beginning things and it is not at all surprising that in a 
great many cases the female will be the boss. 

Edwin D. is now twenty-eight. He is employed as an electrician and insists 
that he is reasonably well-adjusted to the society in which he lives and is 
able to function with great ease in spite of the fact that he is the end 
result of an incestuous relationship that began when he was only fifteen. 

In discussing his background and his attitudes, Edwin is quite frank and 
often vulgar in his speech. But he is not at all abashed or in any way 
ashamed of anything that he has done. 

"My kid sister and I grew up in a New England city and we were often alone 
most of the time. My mother was divorced and sometimes our father would send 
money for our support, but most of the time he didn't so my mother was 
always working. My kid sister, Edie, was a very pretty girl and by the time 
she was thirteen, she was really something to see. When Edie was thirteen 
she had a big set of gorgeous boobs and the rest of her figure was really 
good. The fellows at school and in the neighborhood said that she was really 
stacked. 

"I am two years older than she is and when she was thirteen I was fifteen 
and I had been pulling my prick, every time I got a chance, for a long time. 
Lots of times I'd look at Edie wandering around the house and I'd get a 
hard-on just watching her. I'd go into the bathroom and beat my meat just 
thinking about what she must look like under her clothes. 

"Edie was always smarter than me and she used to tease me a lot about being 
such a mouse. I used to go right home after school every day and I was 
always hanging around the house on the weekends and she was always bossing 
me around, in spite of the fact that she was two years younger than I was. 

"One Saturday morning I was going to go to a ball game with some of the guys 
and as soon as I got dressed and had breakfast, I started out the door. Edie 
yelled at me and stopped me. She asked me where I thought I was going. I 
told her and she got mean as hell. 

"You are going to stay right home here and help me clean this damned house. 
You aren't going anywhere. Understand?' 

"Edie was a cute little blonde and her pretty face looked cold and downright 
mean. I stood there with my hand on the doorknob and I knew somehow that I 
was going to do whatever she told me to do. She knew it, too, and she also 
knew that I was afraid to defy her. I went back into the kitchen and she 
gave me another cup of coffee and I sat down with her and waited for her to 
tell me what she wanted me to do. She looked at me and she had a funny 
little smile on her face. At that moment I think I hated her. 

"She started cleaning up the kitchen and she told me to dust the living room 
and straighten up. I looked at her and I told her that I really wanted to go 
to the ball game. She got that nasty look on her face again and she put her 
hands on her hips and snapped at me. 

"I don't give a damn what you want to do. You are going to stay right here 
and help me. So forget it.' 

"She went out of the kitchen and into her bedroom and I started doing what 
she told me. I suppose it sounds funny but Edie always was a strong-minded 
kid and she got mean as hell if I crossed her. So I did what she told me to 
do and that was it. 

"My mother was at work and she called up around ten and told Edie that she 
wouldn't be home for supper. She had a date and she was going right from 
work, so we should fix our own dinner and go to bed at our usual time. When 
Edie put the phone down she had a funny look on her face and she was smiling 
again. She sat at the phone for a long time and she watched me as I moved 
around. I could feel her eyes on me and it made me sort of uncomfortable. 

"After a while she got up and she went back into her bedroom and she was in 
there for quite a while. When she came out she was wearing a pair of shorts 
and a halter and the front of her shorts climbed up in front and every line 
of her body was visible. I guess I couldn't help looking at her crotch and 
in no time I had a big hard-on. She was still watching me and she had that 
same funny little smile on her face. She sat down in one of the living room 
chairs and she was staring at my crotch and I felt funny as hell. 

"You've got a hard-on, Eddie,' she said, 'I can see it.' 

"I didn't know what to say to her. I could feel myself blushing and I just 
turned away so that she couldn't see it. She called my name and when I 
didn't answer her, her voice changed and became sharp and demanding. 

"Eddie,' she said, 'turn around here. I want to talk to you.' 

"I turned around and I felt awful knowing that she could see what I had in 
my pants. She looked excited and her eyes were shiny and she was staring me 
right in the eyes. 

"Eddie,' she said excitedly, 'let me see it. I mean, let me look at it. 
Please?' 

"Hearing her talk like that got me all excited, even more than I had been. 
She was sitting forward on the chair, her smile encouraged me to do as she 
wanted me to do. When I didn't answer her, she got mean. 

"Come over here, Eddie,' she said. 

"The tone of her voice suggested that I had better do as she said. I was 
trembling and I knew that deep down inside I wanted her to look at me. I 
wanted her to hold my dick in her hand but I didn't really believe that she 
would do it. I went over to her and she smiled up at me and then she reached 
out and touched my stiff cock and her fingers patted it and I shivered. She 
opened my pants and I felt her cool fingers handling my flesh and I almost 
came right then and there. She was holding it in her hand and that felt 
awful nice. She looked at its tip and her fingers slid downward and she 
pulled the foreskin so far back that it hurt. 

"She rubbed her thumb over the slippery head and then she began jerking me 
off. She lifted her face up to look at me and her smile was soft and gentle. 
She liked what she was doing, I could see that. But I had to stop her in a 
hurry because the way she was going I would be spurting all over the place 
in a hurry. Her clasp was tight and hurting and when she reached inside and 
lifted my balls out, her handling of them pushed me too close to coming and 
I backed away from her. 

"I stood there in front of her shaking and panting, "with my dick and my 
balls in full view. She kept right on smiling and I could see that she was 
out of breath too. Her face was kind of pink and she kept licking her lips 
and the corners of her mouth. 

"She reached out and grabbed it again and I told her to stop. She just 
smiled a big, superior smile and told me to stand still. She slid off the 
chair, on to her knees in front of me. She opened her mouth and bent my cock 
downwards and then she had it in her mouth. 

The moment her tongue slid across the head of it, I started coming and I 
just stood there shaking like a leaf as the juice poured out of me and she 
was slowly swallowing it. She had her head twisted to one side and her eyes 
were sparkling as she looked up at me-she looked blissfully happy. She was 
using her hand on the bottom part, jerking it up and down. I could feel her 
hot slippery mouth slowly sucking at me like she was an animal sucking on 
its mother's tit. 

"When she couldn't get any more, she took her mouth away. She knelt there 
and her hand reached up to wipe at her mouth and there was a strange look on 
her face. She tried to get up and she almost fell over. I gave her my hand 
and when she stood up, I could see that she was shaking as much as I was. 
She didn't seem to be quite right and her chest was heaving up and down as 
she struggled for breath. She sat down in the chair again and she just 
shook, like she was sick or something. 

"I started to put my dick away and she told me not to. 

"Don't,' she said, looking at it. 'I want some more, lots more.' 

"She was silent for a moment and then she said, 'Jesus, I never knew it 
could be like this. I never.' 

"I sat down because my legs were trembling and I just didn't know what else 
to do. She kept on struggling for breath and after a while her big smile 
came and she straightened up and looked to be all right again. 

"You sure liked that, didn't you, brother dear?'she asked. 

"Sure,' I said, 'but I didn't know that you knew how to do it.' 

"Neither did I,' she said, grinning. 'But at the moment it seemed the thing 
to do. I'm going to do it again as soon as I stop shaking so damned much.' 

"Suppose I don't want you to do it again?' I said. 

"Don't you?' she asked, impishly. 

"I could feel my face getting red again and it bothered me that she could 
know how much I had liked what she had done. She didn't say anything for a 
while, then she got up and took my hand and I followed her into my bedroom. 
She told me to take my pants and my shorts off. It didn't occur to me to 
resist her. She had already seen everything anyway, and I was still hot. The 
idea that my pretty sister was playing with my cock and sucking me off was 
just too damned stimulating. So I did what she told me to do. 

"I stood there in my socks and shirt and she just pushed me down onto the 
bed. She climbed up with me and sat down between my legs. She started 
playing with my balls and they started shifting and squirming and I got a 
hard-on again real quick. She put her hand around it again and she moved her 
hand up slowly, then down, and she pulled the skin back too far again. A 
drop of goo popped out and she bent forward and licked it off. She rolled 
her tongue around against her lips and she was grinning with great delight. 
She bent over and licked at it again, and this time she got more. She was 
tasting it and shivering as she kept on doing it. 

"She was making soft, cat-like noises as she licked it and then she kind of 
shivered as she pushed her mouth down over it. I could feel her tongue 
whipping back and forth as she slid her mouth upwards and then she sucked 
hard at the little opening. Then she pushed her mouth down again and she 
kept on doing that. 

"In just a few moments I began to feel the sweet, painful sensations that 
always began building up in my loins just before I'd come and I couldn't 
wait for her to make it happen. She was squeezing my balls and kneading them 
with her fingers and I was suddenly close to the end. She was shivering, her 
shoulders twitching and when she lifted her face and sat up, I almost died 
with disappointment. She looked wild and she was still shaking as if she was 
having a fit of some kind. 

"I was in agony and my balls were hurting me and the pain was alive and 
throbbing in my groin and I reached for my cock to finish it off myself. 

"She grabbed my hand and stopped me. 'Don't,' she said softly. 

"I was coming,' I said. 'I gotta.' 

"I know,' she said. 'I don't want you to come yet. I like the goo I get 
while I'm sucking you, and then when you come it's like a lovely dessert. 
When you finally come, I go haywire. I can't help it. Please, let me do it 
my way.' 

"I didn't say anything more to her and she bent over again and her hand 
pulled my foreskin back too far and that hurt like hell, but she was 
mouthing the head of my dick, just the head and sticking her tongue into the 
little hole and the sensation was just too sharp and raw to stand for long. 
She was shivering again and her fingernails were tickling my balls and she 
had just the head of my cock in her mouth, but the things that she was doing 
were driving me insane. 

"Her tongue just wouldn't be still and even her lips were working and her 
hands were helping to drive me out of my mind with excitement. She started 
shaking violently and then I started coming and she just kept her lips and 
her tongue working and I could feel her sucking the load out of me. She just 
wouldn't stop sucking and it was hurting like hell-I was in agony with 
exquisite sensations. Her cheeks filled out and I realized that she was 
sucking so hard she would make me bleed if she didn't stop. She kept right 
on and then I could see her swallowing slowly and her hands kept on trying 
to force more out of me. 

"Then she slid her mouth all the way down and I realized that the first time 
had just been fooling around. Now she was really sucking me off and I was so 
sensitive I almost fainted from the exquisite feelings I was enjoying. She 
began sliding her mouth up and down, slowly and each time my cock would fill 
up her mouth I could feel the soft, stimulating touch of her palate and that 
was an extra delight. 

"She was using her hand on the lower part of my dick, jerking me off while 
she sucked and then she was shivering again and I could feel myself coming 
and it felt like scalding water running out of my dick and it hurt, but it 
hurt nice. I was shivering as much as she was and when she couldn't get any 
more out of me, she finally let it go. She sat back on her heels and she was 
in a hell of a state. She looked like something that had crawled through the 
faucet and she couldn't stop shaking. 

"I happened to glance at the crotch of her shorts and it looked like she had 
wet herself. Her crotch was soaked. She just let her head fall down onto her 
chest and she went right on shaking. 

"She was shivering and shaking so badly I got kind of scared. But then after 
a few minutes she sort of got hold of herself and while she was still 
trembling, she began to look more like her self. She lifted her head finally 
and smiled at me. 

"Oh, Lord,' she said heavily, 'I never felt anything like that in my whole 
life. And it gets better all the time.' 

"She bent forward and kissed me right on the mouth and she shivered again. I 
liked being kissed by her and when she put her arms around me, I shivered 
too. Her lips were against mine and her words were very soft as she spoke to 
me. 

"Oh, Eddie,' she said, heavily, 'I love sucking your cock, and when you are 
coming, I just die. I just can't help it.' 

"She kissed me some more and she was smearing her lips all over my mouth and 
it was awfully sexy and exciting to me. Her hand reached for my dong and she 
massaged it and my balls, too. She gave out with a big sigh and then she sat 
back on her heels again she grinned at me. 

"You wet yourself,' I said. 

"Sure I did,' she said, with a little giggle. 'But not like you think. I've 
been coming all the time and each time you come, my whole crotch winds up 
and explodes. Man, I never knew that fooling around could be anything like 
this. I simply can't believe it.' 

"She tried to get up off of the bed and she wobbled and almost fell flat on 
her face. She didn't though. She got her legs out from under her and then 
she got them off of the bed. When she stood, she swayed, and she was still 
trembling. 

"You can see what it does to me,' she said. 'I lose all control and just go 
ape. God, what a wallop I get.' 

"She turned and went over to look at herself in my mirror and I could see 
that her shorts were soaked halfway up her buttocks. She examined her 
reflection in the mirror and grinned. She saw me watching her and said that 
she was going to go into her room and get out of her wet clothes. The 
bathroom was in between our rooms with a door on each side, and we had to 
lock both doors when we went into the bathroom, if we wanted privacy. This 
time Edie didn't lock the door at all. She left it open and I heard her 
moving around in there. Then she called me and I got up and answered. 

"You can come in, silly,' she said. 'If I am going to have such fun with 
your cock, you can certainly look at me.' 

"I went into the bathroom and she was standing in front of the mirror. She 
had her halter off and she was squeezing her breasts with her hands. She saw 
my admiring look in the mirror and giggled. 'They hurt,' she said. 'They 
hurt like hell.' 

"She kept on squeezing them and massaging them, and I could see that they 
were all milky-white and firm and the nipples were little prongs, richly 
red, and they seemed to be bursting away from the small circles of pale pink 
skin around them. Eclie knew that her breasts were exceptionally beautiful 
and she looked at me wide-eyed as she asked me if I wouldn't like to massage 
them for her. 

"I slipped my arms around her and as her hands fell away, she grasped the 
edge of the sink and watched me in the mirror. I touched them and then I 
began squeezing and kneading with my big fingers until she gasped and 
staggered as I crushed them against my palms. They were firm and rubbery and 
as slick as silk. 

"Hurt me,' she breathed, staring at my eyes. 'Squeeze hard and hurt me. It 
makes me come in my pants when you hurt me.' 

"The way she was reacting to my handling of her breasts surprised me, and 
when she said that what I was doing made her come, that too surprised me 
because I hadn't even known that girls could come. I guess I didn't really 
know very much about girls at the time. 

"I began squeezing her breasts as hard as I could and I knew that I was 
hurting her, but she liked it. She gasped, then she drew in a big deep 
breath and her whole body shook. Then she sort of slumped against the 
washstand and her head dropped down onto her chest. She just stood like that 
for a long time. I still was holding on to her breasts and squeezing them. 
After a long while she grasped my hands and pushed them away. 

"She twisted around and faced me and her eyes were smiling at me as her 
slick red mouth kissed me. She was necking with me like I was her favorite 
boyfriend and she was still trembling, too, and I had a hell of a big 
hard-on. She felt it, I guess, because she put her hand down there and began 
slowly manipulating it. She was as happy as could be and kissed me 
passionately, her tongue snaking in and out of my mouth all the while. 

"Eddie,' she said nervously, 'take my pants off. I want to watch you when 
you look at my cunt.' 

"She giggled and kissed me hotly and she was getting herself all excited 
using the dirty words. Her mouth was against my lips and she just wouldn't 
shut up. 

"I've got a pretty little cunt,' she said. 'You are going to suck my cunt 
for me, and you are going to fuck me up the ass too. I think I'm going to 
like that. Oh, I know I'm going to like that!' 

"I was trying to unhook her shorts and my fingers were shaking so badly I 
just couldn't manage it. She reached down and did it for me and then her 
shorts fell down her legs and I could feel the soft downy hair in her 
crotch. She hadn't been wearing underpants, just the shorts and they were 
soaked. She put my hand down there and rubbed it harshly in the slippery 
valley between her legs. She started murmuring, 'Oh, oh,' and she was 
panting like a dog. She kept rubbing my hand in her crotch and then she 
whimpered and caved in again and I felt the hot, slippery fluids spilling 
out of her. 

"Instead of being calmed by her experience, she just got hotter. She pushed 
me away from her and sat down on the toilet. She spread her legs wide and I 
could see the dripping pink meat between her legs and she was watching me as 
I stared at it. 

"Suck me, Eddie,' she said, pleadingly. 'Get down in front of me and I'll 
let you suck me for as long as you want. Then I'll do you again, they way 
you like it. Hurry, Eddie. Please hurry.' 

"She was half out of her mind with sexual frenzy and I guess I was, too. I 
knelt down between her knees and shifted her cute little bottom forward till 
only her spine was resting on the edge of the seat. Her whole crotch was 
sopping and as I tasted the juices of her thing I began spurting all over 
the floor but I don't think either of us cared. I got a whiff of the odor 
between her legs and it did something to me. I was shivering and my dick was 
so hard it was hurting, in spite of the fact that I had just come. 

"She reached out and grasped the back of my head and my face slid on the 
slipperiness of her thighs. Her hot little twat was quivering and as I 
slipped my tongue into the tight little slit she began coming. She was 
moaning and screeching so loud I thought she would wake the dead. The 
sweetness of her glands began flowing into my mouth and I was tasting her 
and it drove me into a frenzy that I just couldn't control. I had all of her 
sex in my mouth and I could feel a long, hard piece of flesh under my tongue 
and she was shifting her hips and squirming them against me so that I was 
constantly rubbing it. She just kept right on coming. She had one spasm 
after another and was constantly feeding me sap. An overwhelming lust for 
more and more of the fruits of her body was alive and bursting inside me and 
I couldn't control myself. I think I kind of lost my head for a while, 
because I finally realized that Edie was pushing me away from her and she 
finally had to use her foot to get me away from her. 

"When I fell, I hit my head against the wall and that knocked some sense 
into me. Edie was sobbing and there were tears streaming down her face. I 
was sorry that I had hurt her or made her feel bad and I said so. She shook 
her head fiercely and struggled to get her breath so that she could talk. 
When she finally managed it, she told me that she was sobbing and crying 
only because it had been so good. 

"She slid her hips back a bit and I watched as a stream of piss ran out of 
her and cascaded into the bowl. I was very interested in seeing that. She 
grabbed a piece of toilet tissue and wiped her little twat, then she just 
sat there, shivering and trying to stop her tears. 

"I stood up and she gave me a crooked grin. She reached out and put her hand 
around my throbbing dick and pulled me close to her. She moved forward and 
began licking the tip of it while her hand pulled my meat back and exposed 
the head of it. She glanced up at me and smiled. 'Maybe I need some more 
nourishment,' she said. 

"She put it into her mouth then and her hand began cupping my bag and she 
was rolling my balls around and sort of pushing them upwards while her 
tongue drove me crazy with its gentle, flicking motions. Her cheeks were 
hollowed and she was going right after her nourishment. I was trembling and 
my whole crotch was aching with the need to expel a hell of a big load. She 
was sucking and making all sorts of funny noises and I began shaking and she 
knew that she was close to getting what she was after. The noises she was 
making began getting even louder and crazier. 

"I could feel the sharp, painful sensations beginning in me and she began 
sucking so hard she was hurting me, then it started and she went ape, using 
her tongue and her mouth and her teeth to force more and more from me. Her 
hands were hurting my balls and she squeezed them and massaged them trying 
to force more juice out of them. When she couldn't get any more, she finally 
let me go and sat back with a big sigh. She smiled up at me and her tongue 
slipped out and licked her lips and she stopped shaking. 

"I was too weak to stand up so I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and 
when she got up and looked at her face in the mirror, I just sat there, 
staring at the plump, firm round globes of her pretty ass. She had beautiful 
thighs and nice legs and was really a gorgeous chick. She ran the water in 
the basin and washed her face. When she was done with that she turned and 
smiled at me. She said that we had better have some lunch because we had a 
long day ahead of us and we were going to have lots more fun. 

"She got busy in the kitchen, fixing us some sandwiches, and after we had 
eaten she said that we could go into her room and have some more fun. We 
climbed up onto her bed but she wanted to talk first. She kissed me and she 
told me that I was cunt-crazy and went nuts after I started tasting her and 
I drove her up the walls and she was glad that I was like that. 

"She wanted to know how often I could jerk off and she wanted to watch me do 
it. She wanted to see it spurt, she said, but she didn't really, because 
when I began to spurt she gobbled it into her mouth and finished it for me 
that way. Then she gave a big sigh and told me that I could watch her 
masturbate, too. 

"I got down there and she put her fingers down there and I looked at all the 
parts of her cunt. Her hole was closed, but I could see the tiny, ragged 
little edges of her twat, and the tiny little lips that were around it. They 
looked like little flower petals. Just above the opening there was a little 
prong. It was about a half-inch long, almost as thick around as her nipples 
and there was a round little head on it just like my dick. She began rubbing 
it and she told me that it was her clit. She rubbed it vigorously and it got 
bigger and harder and redder and then she was coming like mad. The juice was 
oozing out of her and she slipped her finger into the hole and she gushed 
for a moment, then it was over for the time being. I put my hand there and 
rubbed my finger in her slit. Then I put my finger into her hole and she 
loved that. She made me stop because she said that she was just too 
sensitive there for the moment. It would be all right in a minute or two. 

"She told me that she had begun playing with herself when she was eight and 
she had tried putting all kinds of things up inside of her. She had a 
favorite tool. It was her hairbrush. It had a thick round plastic handle and 
she showed me how it fitted up inside of her and she used it to jerk herself 
off. Then she giggled and told me that she used in it her back hole too 
because she liked that even better. She would get the handle of the 
hairbrush all wet and slippery in her cunt and then shove it into her ass 
and as she worked it in and out she would use her fingers on her clit and 
pop all over the place. That was why she wanted me to screw her up the ass. 
She said that she loved that. 

"Just talking about it got me hard and she was already excited so she got up 
on her knees and let me put it into her cunt and start screwing her. She was 
scared that I would come in her there, so as soon as my dick was nice and 
wet and slippery she made me take it out and slide it into her bunghole. She 
went nuts then. My arms were around her hips and she found my hand and put 
it between her legs and she made me excite her clit. When I came in her she 
began screeching and moaning and in spite of the fact that she had her face 
pressed into the mattress she still made a hell of a lot of noise. 

"She fell forward onto her belly and wouldn't let me move. She was 
shuddering and her twat was pumping in and out and my hand was soaked with 
her goo. I stayed right where I was and in a little while my cock got as 
soft as a rag and it shrunk up and finally fell out. I got up and she was 
still lying there, gasping and twitching and I went into the bathroom and 
got under the shower. While I was stall washing myself, she walked in and 
got under the water with me. She was white and her whole body was slick with 
sweat. She began soaping herself and when she got herself clean, she joined 
me in front of the tub and she let me towel her dry. 

"You'd think that she had had enough for a while, but no. As soon as we went 
back onto the bed again she went right down on me and she was licking my 
balls and my asshole and in between my legs. She got me hard again and then 
she started sucking me off, but she took three hours doing it. She wouldn't 
let me come quickly. She loved swallowing the stuff that she could get all 
the while she was sucking, and she sort of went nuts and started working on 
me like crazy. When I popped, she just kept right on and it was the same 
thing all over again. I was on my back and she was on her hands and knees 
and after a while she moved around and straddled my face so that I was 
sucking her soaked little twat. She was having herself a grand time and so 
was I. 

"We kept it up all damned day and from then on Edie was always at me. She 
handled my cock more than I did, and she just lived for it. And she seemed 
to get worse instead of better. 

"We sort of settled down into a pattern and as soon as I would get home from 
school, she would be at me. She was always in a frenzy for it, half nuts 
with the wanting. She would actually be drooling by the time I got home. 

"During the summer months when we were home all day, she damned near killed 
me. We never went anywhere, we were too busy having fun with each other's 
sexual parts. 

"And, as time passed, we both became experts and more inventive, too. Edie 
had lots of cute ideas and we enjoyed trying them all. But she would never 
let me screw her. She thought that that would not be the right thing to do." 

 CHAPTER TWO Big Sister 

There is a popular theory among the researchers active today that a great 
many of those who are among the groups devoted to far out, or bizarre sex, 
are often the products of an incestuous relationship in their early life. 
The reasoning here is that such unions are usually without restraint and 
there is a great deal of experimentation permissible under such 
circumstances. Too, the conviction that no one will ever know what they have 
done is another element that lends an atmosphere of daring and inventiveness 
to the whole affair. In most case histories encountered by the researcher 
this would appear to be substantiated. 

In the case history under discussion, Eddie reveals that his sister was 
totally without aversions to anything sexual. Possessed of an abnormal 
appetite for his semen, she became a constant drain upon his resources, but 
she was intelligent enough to learn that there were many ways to increase 
his productivity and keep him in a state of reasonably good health. 

She did a great deal of research work at the public library and persuaded 
their mother to buy potent vitamins and large supplies of vitamin E. Some of 
the more esoteric drugs she managed to get herself. She was very much 
interested in her brother's health,, but selfishly so. She was concerned 
about indulging her excessive appetites without pulling him down to the 
point where his production of product was affected. She succeeded quite 
well, according to him. 

"Edie was always making me take stuff and whatever it was, it sure kept me 
with a perpetual hard-on. She could make me come just about any time she 
wanted to. And she was always horny. 

"She liked to play games, too. She used to like me to straddle her and fuck 
her between her tits. She would push them tightly together while I was 
sliding my dick up and down between them and each time I'd push up, she 
would stick her tongue out and lick the head of my dick. When I was close to 
shooting, she would pull my hips forward and the last push would wind up in 
her mouth and she would get it all. One time, she wrapped a plastic sandwich 
bag around by cock and she made me fuck her with that and when it was all 
over she licked it all up from the bag. She just didn't care how she got it, 
as long as she did. 

"We went on like that for years and it just seemed to get better and better. 
As I got older I seemed able to give her more every time I'd come and she 
put out better too. I guess we always overdid things. I remember one morning 
we started out with a sixty-nine and by five o'clock that afternoon we were 
still doing it to each other. The only reason we stopped was because Edie 
had to take a leak. But then we went right back at it again. Of course, 
during such a long span of time, I would get soft lots of times but she 
didn't care. She liked sucking a soft dick just as well as a hard one, and 
when she was ready for it to produce, she knew just how to make it work. 

"Another time, she was determined to see just how many times she could make 
me come during the course of a day and we started out at seven in the 
morning and by eleven-thirty that night she had made me come seventeen 
times. Of course, there were times, toward the tail end of the day when she 
had trouble. She put ice cubes on my balls and then after they were cold and 
hurting, she would, put a wash rag soaked with hot water on them and finally 
managed to get it up. 

"She knew all kinds of tricks. She used the handle of her hairbrush in my 
rear end and that really turned me on and gave her lots of milk. She did 
that most of the time after she found out what it did for me. The last time 
she made me come she couldn't get me hard but she used everything to 
stimulate me, into popping and then she finally quit. 

"I stayed in bed the whole day after that. I told my mother that I was sick 
and she and Edie waited on me and let me rest. Edie, of course, knew what 
was the matter with me, but she didn't care. My mother went out to the drug 
store to get me some medicine and while she was gone, Edie blew me twice, 
just to show me that I was still okay. When my mother got back, Edie was in 
the living room watching TV and playing Miss Innocent all over the place. 

"When she was sixteen, Edie started dating. She was just too pretty not to 
have lots of guys chasing her and she really got to go with some very nice 
guys. But she didn't put out for any of them. She would go out on a date and 
when she got home she would climb into my bed and her twat would be seething 
with sap and she would make me eat her until she had herself a half-dozen 
orgasms. She always got home before our mother did. And, if she did come 
home early, Edie could always pretend that she was in the bathroom. We all 
kept our doors locked anyway so we were quite safe. After I had taken the 
edge off for her, Edie would drain me dry before she finally went to bed. 

"I could tell which guys she dated turned her on, because she would be 
sloppy when she got home. There was one guy, Earl, a real nice guy, who was 
really too old for Edie, but he must have got her all steamed up lots of 
times because when she would come home from a date with him, she would be 
soaked and it would take me a long time to get her dry again. 

"Then I found out why. One night she came home from a date with him about 
half-past eleven. When she straddled my face in the darkness there was so 
much juice in her I just couldn't seem to get her emptied but she was 
sucking me off at the same time I was sucking her, so I didn't think too 
much about it. After we finally calmed down, she lingered to have a last 
cigarette with me and she giggled in the darkness. Then she was kissing me 
and she asked me if I liked her going out with Earl. She was sure that I 
must because she was always so hot and so full of juice when she got home. I 
told her that I did like that. I liked it very much because I enjoyed eating 
her when she was so full. 

"She giggled again and then she told me that she was laying for Earl. He was 
a real red hot and she would blow him a couple of times and then he would 
bang her while they parked outside. She thought it was so cute that she 
could bring me a nice present when she came home. At first, when she told me 
that, I didn't believe her, and then when I thought it over, I did believe 
her. She was just rotten enough to do something like that. I got real sore 
about it, but she found my face in the darkness and she started kissing me 
and made me admit that I liked it anyway. 

"After that, there was never any attempt at concealment. I always knew just 
what she was doing and it didn't bother me whether I was eating Earl's honey 
or hers. It was all the same to me. 

"One night, Edie had a house date with him and I was supposed to be out, but 
instead I got to watch from the closet in her bedroom. She went right after 
his joint as soon as they started necking and he began eating her, too. I 
watched her pop him and lick him and then she did it all over again later 
while he just sat and patted her head. Then they rested a while and smoked 
and necked until finally she laid back and he put the blocks to her and she 
almost broke his back with her heels. She sure enjoyed it and so did he. 
When it was all over, she made him go home. Then she called me and I had to 
clean her up. I found that I loved doing it. It got me so excited I started 
shaking and I couldn't stop. 

"Edie was doing a lot of screwing and I wondered how she could be so 
unconcerned about it. When I asked her, she said that she had a friend who 
was a druggist and he was keeping her supplied with the pill. She was laying 
him, too. After all, she said, she had to pay for her prescriptions. 

"Once she graduated from high school, Edie went right to work. I was already 
working and she was trying to persuade me to get an apartment of my own so 
that she could spend the night with me whenever she felt like it. She kept 
it up and kept it up until finally I did get a place and she started 
sleeping with me. She used to tell our mother that she was staying with a 
girl friend. When Edie was about nineteen, she and our mother got into a 
fight and Edie moved out, too, and from then on we had all the nights to 
ourselves that we could want. 

"We were having a lot of fun together but Edie was still dating a lot of 
guys and she was determined that she was going to get married. She didn't 
like working. She wanted to find some real nice guy and let him support her. 

"She really shuffled the deck, all right. She had all sorts of boy friends 
and she was screwing for all of them. She developed a nasty little habit. 
She'd get herself laid and then come home to me and I'd have to go down on 
her and suck the juice out and then kiss her so that she could have it. That 
got to be a real habit with her and she didn't think it was not nice. She 
thought she was being cute as hell and maybe she was. 

"Then she met Wilton. He was a nice-looking guy, a couple of years older 
than I, and he had a good job with a good future. Wilton was just fine 
except that he fell hard for Edie and he really went all out. He treated her 
like she was a princess and she treated him like he was her devoted slave 
which I guess he was. There wasn't anything that she couldn't do with him or 
to him and it was all right with him. 

"Edie went with him for quite a while and he was spending a lot of money on 
her, but it didn't matter. His folks were both dead and they had left him a 
lot of money, so Edie had herself a real live one and she knew it. 

"She told me that he was dying to marry her and he was always after her and 
I wondered why she didn't do it. We were in bed one night talking about it. 
She had just blown me and we were waiting for my balls to fill up again. We 
were smoking cigarettes and just talking and when I asked her why she didn't 
marry the guy, she reached out and grabbed my dick and she told me she 
wasn't about to give that up. I told her she didn't have to give up 
anything. If she wanted to marry Wilton, go ahead. She could still come and 
visit with me any time she wanted to and then she would have two cocks. 

"She got a big smile on her face and started to think it over. Two weeks 
later she and Wilton got married and they went away for a two-week 
honeymoon. 

"When they got back, they settled into a little house that they bought. Edie 
came over one evening to see me and she looked very happy. She wasted no 
time in going after her lollipop. She blew me three times in a row before we 
finally took time out to rest. 

"She had a lot to say about her new husband. She was very happy with him and 
she was sure that she had been very lucky. Her new husband was inexhaustible 
and he was a mouse. She could do any damned thing that she wanted to him and 
the more she abused him, the more he adored her. She was always sucking his 
cock and he loved that. And he was a real find in that area, too, she said. 

"I never met a guy like him,' she said, 'he is funny when he comes. First, 
he spurts a few little drops and then it runs right out for a minute or two, 
then he starts coming and he really gushes, then he kind of dries up but 
about one or two minutes later, he comes all over again and then he drowns 
me. Jesus, what a joy he is to a gal like me.' 

"She went on to tell me that Wilton had a few other hang-ups too. One day, 
when they were on their honeymoon, Edie had sucked him dry and his dong 
wouldn't get up or do anything. She was teasing him about what a 
disappointment he was to her. She told him his balls were useless and so was 
his cock. She was holding a letter opener in her hands. She hauled off and 
hit his dick with it in a playful little gesture and his dick jumped up like 
a startled rabbit. 

"She just stood and stared at him until he finally told her that when he was 
growing up the girl next door had adopted him as her personal property and 
she taught him all about sex, but she was a mean, vicious bitch and used to 
beat him with her dog's leash. It got so that he enjoyed having her do it to 
him and he could come just from getting hit like that. 

"There was quite a bit to it,' Edie said, grinning, 'but I'm a meaner bitch 
than she ever was. I really whip hell out of him. And I get more fun out of 
it than he does. I make him get up on his hands and knees and I use a belt 
on him. I whip his ass till it welts and then I give it to him in the balls 
but he can't take much of that. And neither can I. I really go haywire and 
I'm coming all the time I'm hitting him, so I really have a ball.' 

"It seemed to me that Edie and Wilton were going to hit it off just fine. 
While I was enjoying her visit, I couldn't help asking her why she was 
sucking me dry if her husband could do so much for her. She just laughed and 
said that she guessed that she was greedy by nature. After that, we went 
back to making love and sucking each other dry. When it was all over, she 
went home and I went to sleep. 

"She was a steady visitor after that. It was just like it had always been 
and each time she came to see me she had something new to report about her 
husband. She was having a ball thinking up things to do to Wilton and the 
more she abused him, the more he adored her. 

"She would sit and watch the TV and make him crawl over to her and eat her 
until she got tired of it. If he made her come too quickly, she would slap 
his face or box his ears and he would be contrite and promise that he 
wouldn't do it again. One night when he was eating her she pissed in his 
face and he didn't even mind that. Then she gave him hell for making her so 
excited and she made him clean up the mess. She was having a ball with her 
new husband and he was enjoying it, too. 

"About two months after they were married, Edie came over to see me and she 
acted quiet and thoughtful. When I asked her what was going on in her cute 
little head, she asked me if I would like to come and live with her and her 
husband. I looked at her as though she had flipped her lid. She laughed at 
my expression and then she told me that she had been planning it all along. 

"I had a big fight with Wilton,' she said. 'I told him that I was thinking 
of leaving him and he went all to pieces and cried just like a little kid. I 
told him that he just wasn't man enough for me. His balls just couldn't make 
honey as fast as I needed it. And I was going to find me a man who could.' 

"A dozen guys couldn't keep you satisfied,' I told her. 

"I know,' she giggled. 'Wilton is really quite a man, better than most, but 
he doesn't know that. So, when I said that I was going to look for someone 
else to keep me happy, he begged me not to leave him. He crawled and 
groveled like a puppy and then he said that if I wanted a boy friend, he 
wouldn't mind. Just so I wouldn't leave him. So, if that's the way he feels, 
why not?' 

"She made me promise that I would think it over and then she got out of her 
clothes and she was as hot as fire and kept popping me one time after 
another. She just couldn't seem to ever get enough. I was eating her, too, 
and she was really turned on. When we finally had to rest, I asked her what 
had gotten her so steamed up and she said that just thinking about having us 
both was what was steaming her up. She was really eager for that kind of a 
set up. She stayed with me until after midnight and then she got dressed and 
went home. 

"When I got home from work the next day she was waiting for me in the 
apartment. She had her own key so that wasn't surprising. She was very happy 
about something and I couldn't wait to find out what it was. She had come to 
invite me to her place for dinner. It was a Friday night and she thought 
that Wilton and I should get better acquainted. She was insistent, so I 
agreed. I took my clothes off and she did, too. I had to take a shower and 
she wanted to blow me in the shower, which was a favorite trick of hers 
anyway, so she wound up getting wet, too. 

"We laid on the bed afterwards and had ourselves a nice little party and she 
was as hot as hell again. Our party lasted a long time. She just laughed and 
said that we would have a late dinner. 

"She had her own car so she drove us over to her place and we found Wilton 
working in the kitchen. He was doing dishes and he looked funny as hell with 
an apron tied around his waist. He was a big guy and when Edie snapped at 
him and asked him if he had done the things she had told him to do, he got a 
funny little look on his face but he said that he had. She smiled at him 
then and he looked relieved. 

"Edie fixed some drinks for all of us and then she started fixing our 
dinner. She kissed Wilton and told him that she hoped he was a good cook. He 
didn't say anything to that. She made him set the table and we finally ate. 

"After we had eaten, Edie and I went into the living room and I could see 
that she was hot and I couldn't imagine why. She told Wilton that he could 
let the dishes and the kitchen go for the time being. She wanted him to come 
into the living room. She wanted to have a talk with him. It was very 
important. 

"Wilton brought coffee to us and then he sat down with his own cup. Edie 
gave him a big sweet smile and he just sat and looked at her with an adoring 
expression on his face. 

"Wilt, dear,' Edie said, 'I've been talking to Eddie and I have asked him to 
move in with us. I'd like to have him with us here and I'm very much afraid 
that that is the way it is going to be. Do you have anything to say about 
it?' 

"He looked at me and he was smiling. He turned back to face her and he shook 
his head. 

"I like Eddie,' he said, slowly. 'You know I do. I think we can all be very 
happy here together. I'm very pleased.' 

"Edie's smile practically lit up the room. She slid to the edge of her chair 
and she gave it to him right between the eyes. And I'm sure that she enjoyed 
doing it. 

"Wilt, dear,' she said 'I've told Eddie about our sex life. I mean 
everything. I've also told him about my determination to have what I want. I 
think I should tell you that Eddie and I have been playing house together 
ever since we were kids, and from now on we are going to go right ahead and 
do just as we wish. If you are a good boy and behave yourself, we cart all 
be happy. If you don't want to play, you can get out right now. You think 
about it and let me know what you decide.' 

"He just stared at her and then he turned to look at me and when he saw that 
she really meant what she said, his face kind of twisted a little and I 
thought he was going to start bawling. He didn't, though. He just sat there 
and stared at the floor. 

"Edie got up and went over to him. There was a footstool in front of his 
chair. She sat down on it and she put her hands on his knees. She smiled at 
him and she spoke to him quietly, but firmly. 

"Wilt, dear,' she said, 'you knew what I was like before we got married. 
And, I've told you that I wanted much more than I've been getting from you. 
You know how you are. You will have lots more fun too. I'll teach Eddie how 
to whip you and help you to get your kicks and you will have both of us. You 
remember the night I went out with that guy you don't like? You remember how 
you went wild over what was in my twat when I got home? Think how nice our 
life can be now.' 

"She lifted his face with her hand and she kissed him. 'That's the way it is 
going to be, darling,' she said. 

"She turned to look at me and then she told me that there had been a bit 
more to Wilt's early experiences. The girl who had abused him so badly and 
made him the way he was, had had a boy friend that she eventually married 
and she would whip Wilt and then make him suck her boy friend off while she 
watched. And he got to liking that little trick. While she was telling me 
that, Wilt glanced at me and then away again. 

"Edie lifted his face up again and then she planted a big, sloppy kiss right 
on his mouth. She asked him which way it was going to be. Were we going to 
live together and enjoy our life or should she pack up right then and there 
and leave with me? That scared hell out of him. He slid out of his chair and 
then he was weeping and begging her not to leave him ever. Anything that she 
wanted was all right with him, but he couldn't live without her. Edie hugged 
him to her breasts. She twisted her head to flash me a big, triumphant grin. 
She held Wilt and let him sob and weep. After a while, he was all right. 

"Wilt, dear,' she said, 'I want you to go and take a shower and Eddie and I 
will be along and then we will all get better acquainted. We have the whole 
weekend just to have fun and enjoy having each other. Now go, dear.' 

"He stood up and looked at me. He tried a smile and it didn't quite come 
off. He was having trouble adjusting to a new way of life and I could 
understand that. Edie was enjoying his reaction and I think I realized at 
that moment that my little sister was pure slut and as rotten as a human 
being could be. I had to admit that I was just as bad as she was, because I 
didn't have to go along with her. But then I knew that that wasn't true 
either. Edie had always been able to make me do anything that she wanted me 
to do and she would always be able to do it. She watched Wilt head for the 
bathroom and then she came over to me. She slid onto my lap and she kissed 
me on the mouth. 

"I'm so hot,' she said, giggling. 'I'm gooing all over myself just thinking 
about the way it's going to be. I'm so happy.' 

"She slid her hand down into my lap and got my zipper opened. She reached in 
and wrapped her hand around my enormous hard-on and she giggled again. 

"I want this,' she whispered, 'but I'm going to make Wilt suck you off and 
then bring it to me. That bastard is going to live a hard life from here on 
out. But hell love every minute of it. The meaner I am to him, the more he 
likes it. He is a real doll.' 

"The way she was talking and acting kind of scared me. I could see that she 
was extremely excited and as hot as I'd ever seen her and I would not have 
been surprised if she had gotten down and popped me right then and there. 
But she didn't. She kept on kissing me and we could hear the roar of the 
shower in the master bathroom and then after a while, the sound stopped and 
she stood up. She grabbed my hands and pulled me up onto my feet. 

"Let's go into the bedroom,' she said. 'My boy should be all nice and clean 
by now.' 

"I followed her and when we walked into her bedroom, Wilt was standing close 
to the bed, a big turkish towel wrapped around his body. He gave me a sickly 
smile when Edie and I walked in. She told him to take the towel off. She 
wanted her brother to see what a nice body he had. He dropped the towel and 
he did have a nice hairless body. He had a monumental hard-on, too. His dick 
was huge and his balls were as big as a grapefruit. He was trembling as we 
both stared at his genitals. He had been circumcised and his big red knob 
was shining under the light. Edie reached out and grasped it. She bent it 
downward and that hurt him. He grimaced and she laughed. 

"My boy is hung like a bull,' she said, 'I think we should call him 
Ferdinand. That's the way he is, aren't you, darling?' 

"His face got red and she laughed again. She asked him where he had gotten 
such a lovely hard-on and made him answer her. He shivered as she began 
moving her hand up and down on his shaft. 

"I can't help it,' he said, 'this sort of thing seems to affect me rather 
oddly. I can't help it. I guess I'm hopeless.' 

"Edie gave him a gentle push and he sat down on the edge of the bed. She 
knelt and then she was sucking his big rod and she was beginning to shake. 
He gave me a look of utter helplessness and then Edie made him come and I 
could see that she was getting an exceptionally large batch of what she 
liked so much. She stayed right with him for a long time after he finished 
and when she finally left him, she stood up, shaking and wavering and her 
eyes had an unfocused appearance. She had been delightfully affected by what 
she had done to him, and when she finally got her mind back, she told him 
that he must be enjoying what was taking place because he had given her lots 
of honey. She was hoping for lots more. 

"She began getting out of her clothing then and when she was naked, Wilt had 
another massive hard-on again. He watched me as she told me to get 
undressed. It was time for our party to begin. When I was naked, he stared 
at my genitals and Edie was watching him. She was wearing a big smile as she 
told him that she wanted him to blow me and then bring her a lovely present. 
He got red in the face again and he looked like he was going to balk. She 
snapped at him and told him to get moving or she would get the whip out and 
give it to him right then and there. 

"He started toward me and his face looked awful. I sat down in an arm chair 
and I hooked my legs over the arms so that everything was readily available 
for Wilt. Edie told him that he should take his time, because he was going 
to suck me off a lot of limes since she would enjoy watching it. Poor Wilt, 
he was moving like a guy in a trance. He knelt and faced my big cock and 
then he suddenly lost all of his reserve. He reached out and began fondling 
my balls and he was touching my shaft with his long fingers. He shivered and 
a little moan escaped him and then he was licking me all over and gently 
handling my dick. His tongue began licking the shaft and it was quite plain 
that he was enjoying what he was doing. He slid his mouth over the tip and 
his hand pulled my skin down and then he started using his tongue until he 
began driving me crazy. I couldn't sit still and my ass was bouncing around 
and I was half nuts with sensations. 

"Edie came over to sit on the arm of my chair and she began kissing me and 
smearing her mouth all over mine and she had her crotch open and her twat 
was actually dripping. I put my fingers in it and her clit was as long as 
I'd ever seen it. She began writhing and whimpering and she was coming 
steadily and fiercely. I noticed that Wilt was losing all control and he was 
sliding his head up and down with remarkable skill and he was making loud 
snuffling noises and milking my balls with his hands. 

"All of a sudden I started coming and I almost died with the exaggerated 
sensations. Edie was kissing me wildly, her little cunt quivering and 
clenching as she started into a massive orgasm of her own. Wilt kept on and 
on and it dawned on me after a while that he had enjoyed himself and 
forgotten all about giving Edie a present. At the moment she was just too 
overstimulated and busy to notice, but she would realize it after a while 
and poor Wilt would catch hell. She was thrashing around like a wild animal 
and Wilt was bobbing his head up and down again as his fingers pulled my 
flesh down and hurt the head of my dick. Instead of giving me pain, it just 
made it all nicer. Then he started doing something with his tongue and his 
lips and I popped all over again and he ate that, too. He was shivering and 
snuffling and he just wouldn't stop. I did something extra nice for Edie and 
she had herself one hell of an orgasm which lasted for quite a while. It 
took her a few minutes to finally get her senses back and then she sat 
still, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She glanced down at Wilt's bobbing 
head and reached out to caress it. I was squirming and wriggling, arid it 
was plain that he just couldn't stop. He had already made me come twice and 
I didn't think he could do it again so quickly. Edie realized what must have 
happened and she giggled. 

"I had no idea he was like that,' she said. 'I guess he just couldn't 
control himself. Poor boy. But he's going to have to learn. You aren't 
coming to live with us to feed him. Hell have to learn.' 

"She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled on it until she lifted him 
right up off of my dick. He sat back on his heels and his face looked blank. 
He seemed actually drunk. Edie hauled off and slapped him in the face. His 
eyes blinked and he became alert again. Edie told him that he had been a 
naughty boy and she was going to punish him very severely but not right 
away. 

"She slid down into my lap and her hips slid forward. She presented her 
overworked twat for his attention, and when she told him to eat her, he did 
it. He was enthusiastic about doing that, too, and Edie started writhing and 
squealing in a hurry. Then she was-coming all over again and she lifted my 
hands and put them over her breastsshe didn't need to tell me to knead them 
and hurt them. I gave them a real going over and she began gasping and 
yelping and she just leaned back against me and gave herself up completely 
to the wonderful pleasures that Wilt was giving her. She lasted for a long 
time and by the tame she finally got her rocks off, I was sitting there with 
another hard-on. 

"She pushed Wilt away from her and he sprawled on the floor and looked at us 
with a stupid expression on his face. He was wearing a silly grin, too, and 
he apparently had enjoyed himself very much. 

"Edie made us all move over then and we got onto their king-sized bed. She 
saw the hard-on I had and she giggled when she saw that Wilt had one, too. 
She kissed me and then asked if I wouldn't like to suck Wilt's cock while 
she sucked mine. She knew that I had always enjoyed whatever she brought 
home and now I could get it direct. When she said that I began shivering. 
Wilt was sitting against the head-board, his hairless legs wide open and his 
genitals bulging with passions. 

"Edie made me get up on my hands and knees and she laid on her back with her 
head beneath my legs and began tickling my dangling balls. Then I felt her 
mouth sliding upwards and absorbing my dick. When she started in on me with 
her expert tongue and hands, I lost whatever inhibitions I had. I went after 
Wilt's dick and I got my mouth down over it. As soon as I began to taste the 
honey pouring out of him, I went nuts, just as he had done, and I began 
using my hands and my tongue. I damned near died with exquisite pleasure as 
his dick started working and pumping out the honey. 

"I learned what Edie had meant when she described the way his organs worked. 
He came a little and then he came again and just when there seemed to be no 
more, he started gushing and it was all most amazing. Unfortunately, I was 
too agitated by sensual excitement to be analytical. I simply enjoyed 
immensely the whole business and I realized that when he began coming, I 
did, too, so it was all very hectic for a while. When it was all over, the 
only one with any strength left was Edie. She insisted that I go down on her 
while she and Wilt began necking like high school kids. That little girl was 
always eager and always ready for more. 

"We spent that first night taking turns using our mouths on each other and 
we finally exhausted ourselves to the point where sleep was all that was 
left for us. We all slept together in the big bed. Right where we were. 

"Edie's hungry mouth nursing on my dick woke me in the morning. I sat up in 
the bed and Edie just moved right along with me. I got a cigarette lit and 
just let her go ahead and get what she was after. She didn't waste any time 
at all and after a while I had to put the cigarette down because I was 
shaking so damned much I could have set fire to the bed. Edie just kept 
working and working and when I started coming she really put on the pressure 
until I was sure she was going to suck my balls right out of my body. But 
she didn't and when she got it all, she lifted her head and sat back on her 
heels. 

"She gave me a big grin and she said that Wilt was in the kitchen fixing 
breakfast for us. She had tapped him first and he was walking around with a 
sore dick because when she first woke up she was so hungry she just lost all 
control. She bent forward and gave me a sweet kiss. She plucked the 
cigarette out of my mouth, puffed on it and then put it back. She was in 
good spirits and very happy. 

"Wilt served us all breakfast in bed. He had fixed bacon and eggs and toast 
and good strong coffee. There were several pills and vitamin capsules and 
Edie made us take them. She told us, smiling, that we were going to need 
them. 

"She was sure right because that whole weekend became an orgy. When he was 
clearing away the breakfast tilings, Wilt told me, a bit bashfully, that he 
was very happy that I was going to live with them. That pleased Edie and we 
sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette. When Wilt came back to us, Edie 
insisted upon blowing us, one at a time, and when that was all over, she 
made Wilt eat her while I kissed her and made love to her pretty breasts. 

"We took it slow and easy that first day. But no matter what we did, Edie 
just seemed to get hotter and hotter. One time, she insisted that I fuck her 
while she ate Wilt's dick, and then he had to screw her while she ate mine. 
Then Wilt had to eat her while she and I necked all over the place. 

"Along about noontime, Edie decided that she was going to punish Wilt for 
stealing her honey the night before and she got out a whole collection of 
whips and a remarkably life-like dildo. She grinned at my surprised look and 
told me that Wilt had gotten it all for her. She really beat hell out of 
him, whipping his ass just like he was a horse. But that wasn't enough for 
her. She strapped on the dildo and then she screwed him savagely and 
brutally and he loved every second of it. She had a rubber on his dick so 
she did not care how many times he came while she was abusing him. 

"Then she decided that I was going to whip him while he ate her. She said 
that would really turn her inside out and it did. I got a big charge out of 
using the whips on Wilt and I had no restraint, after seeing what the whips 
did for him. She made me use the whips on his genitals and I hated to do it. 
She kept telling me to hit him harder or she would give it to me, so I 
damned near emasculated him but it was all pure heaven to him. When he was 
finally exhausted and she was too, she slid down and captured his cock with 
her mouth, rubber and all, and I guess she had a feast. 

"There is no doubt about it, Edie is thoroughly depraved, but living with 
her is a hell of a lot of fun. That same afternoon she made me blow Wilt 
while she screwed me with the dildo and I have to admit I liked that, and 
getting screwed by her popped me several times. We had a wild and woolly 
time that whole weekend, "That first weekend was a long time ago and we are 
all older now. I still live with Edie and Wilt and we play our games. We 
have no reservations with each other and Edie is absolute boss. We do 
exactly what she tells us to do and while it might seem that our primary 
purpose in life is to keep her well-fed, we manage to have a lot of fun, 
too. 

"Edie has used the whips on me several times, too, but she only does it when 
she thinks I have to be punished, because that sort of thing doesn't do much 
for me. Wilt, of course, thrives on it and he is always trying to provoke 
Edie or me into whipping him. But I find that I like doing it. For some 
crazy reason, whipping Wilt gets me hot as hell and sometimes I will come 
just using the whips, without anybody even touching me. 

"The point is that my life with Edie and her husband is a very happy one and 
we all feel that what we do is really nobody's business but our own. And I 
don't think that anybody really cares. Except us. 

"I don't think that I will ever marry because I don't think that I could 
ever match the thrills I get with Wilt and Edie and I just don't think that 
marriage is for me. I've talked to Edie about me getting a girl but she 
frowns on that idea. She doesn't want to share her studs and I don't blame 
her. When I suggested that maybe I could get me a girl who would like to 
join us she got sore. She just doesn't feel that she wants to try the Les 
stuff so we don't need a girl. Edie says that she is girl enough for both of 
us and I guess that she is. 

"Hell, I know that she is. One like Edie is enough for anybody's lifetime." 

 CHAPTER THREE Two Of A Kind 

The continuation of an incestuous relationship is often extended when a 
Lesbian affair develops between two sisters who perpetuate their activities 
for most of their adult lives. As has been stressed repeatedly, the 
character of incestual love is strengthened and exploited by the fact that 
each of the participants are aware that neither of them are going to do any 
talking in the wrong places and that their activities and relationship can 
prosper in a climate of absolute trust. 

Yet, here again, as is true in so many instances of incest,, one party will 
become the stronger of the two and very often the stronger one will amplify 
simple dominance to the attitudes of abuse and downright subjugation. While 
this would appear to be rather odd, extensive investigation into such cases 
tends to show that the sado-masochistic relationship not only begins in such 
an atmosphere, but actually grows, often to quite startling proportions, 
fostered and encouraged by both individuals. 

Whether such a relationship is an extension of one sister's domination over 
the other in all areas before the relationship begins or not, is never very 
satisfactorily established. Too, for most people to accept the idea that one 
girl can actually glory in being abused and subjugated by her sister, is not 
possible. 

The psychologists and others who deal with such relationships on a 
professional level encounter this pattern with monotonous frequency and 
their explanations are many and varied. The sexual exploitation of one 
sister by another is, too often these days, the classic pattern. The 
psychological explanations of why one girl can achieve extreme erotic joy 
and ecstasies by abusing her sister are involved and complicated, and when 
it is attempted to explain how and why the sister so abused can thrive and 
achieve enormous erotic pleasures from being the target for such abuses is 
even more complicated. But that such relationships do exist and in greater 
numbers than might be supposed has been pretty well established. 

Sue M, is twenty-two, a deeply sensitive brunette with a fine figure, a 
sweet smile and an exceptionally pretty face. She is very intelligent and 
possessed of a good mind and she earns a living as assistant to an interior 
decorator. She is the product of an incestuous relationship that developed 
between herself and her sister, Paula, who is three years older. 

The two girls grew up on a farm in the midwest and Sue says that her sister 
Paula, who is a stunning blonde, always dominated her parents and herself. 
The parents were the doting type and adored their pretty daughters. Their 
father was always working on the land and their mother was often away for 
long stretches of time, because she worked as a real estate saleslady in 
order to augment the family income. This permitted the daughters to be alone 
much of the time. 

"The trouble started when I was thirteen," Sue reports, attempting to 
explain the details of her existence, at present, and how her life developed 
as it has. "Paula was always bossy and she was always on my back about 
something. I loved her because she was so pretty and I wanted her to like 
me. When I was thirteen I was fully developed and I knew that I had nice 
breasts from the way that the boys were always staring at me there. Paula 
knew that I had nice breasts and it used to get her sore. I don't know why 
because she has always been built nicely there, too. 

"But I tried to avoid competing with her, because after all, she was sixteen 
and I was only thirteen, and there really wasn't much competition. But one 
day she brought a boy home from school with her. His name was Roy and she 
was all excited about arousing his interest because he was one of the most 
popular boys in her school. Well, Roy met me and he just wanted to talk to 
me and he stopped paying attention to her and that got her angry. 

"I went into my bedroom and she came in and she was angry. She told me to 
get lost and if I didn't, and she couldn't make it with Roy, she was going 
to lay me across her knees and wallop my tail till I couldn't sit down. She 
was just mean enough and rotten enough to do it, so when I went back to the 
living room again, I just excused myself and went out into the back yard. We 
had swings there and I sat down and started swinging. Roy came out and 
joined me, and Paula followed him outside. I could see that she was 
seething. 

"Roy spent all of his time with me and he really liked me, and I knew that 
Paula was furious. When Roy finally had to leave and I went back into the 
house I knew that I was going to have trouble with Paula. She was in her 
bedroom, well, it was my bedroom, too, but she always said it was hers. When 
I went into our room, she was standing in front of the mirror combing her 
light blonde hair. She must have been doing it for a long time because her 
hair was shining. She turned to face me and the fury that was in her 
frightened me. I knew that we were going to have a fight and I knew that I 
was going to lose it. There was no one home but us and Paula was stronger 
than I and meaner. 

"You dirty little bitch,' she said. 

"I started to cry. I couldn't help it. Paula started smiling but it was a 
cold smile, filled with fury and frustration. She glanced at the heavy hair 
brush she was holding in her hand and then she started for me. She grabbed 
my arm and she plopped down onto the bed and before I could get away from 
her she hit me squarely across my bottom with the hair brush and I cried out 
in sudden pain. She hit me again and I cried out again but it was not 
because of pain. She started flailing away at my bottom and I was sobbing 
but it was a strange thing, because what Paula was doing to me was very 
pleasant. Of course, I'd been masturbating for a long time and I couldn't 
understand how her blows with the hairbrush on my rump could make me feel 
like I was coming after a nice session of playing with myself, but that was 
the way it was. 

"It seemed that the more Paula hit me the nicer it felt. My whole bottom was 
tingling and stinging and it was a beautiful, intense experience. I was 
exceptionally tumescent and filled with lovely sensual thrills, and I 
realized that I was experiencing sexual orgasms quite beyond anything that I 
had ever felt before. 

"She kept on and on and the exquisite sensations between my legs kept on 
building and building toward an impossible crest of excruciating pleasure 
and then my whole sexual apparatus began pulsing and throbbing with an 
excess of rich sensual feelings and I began convulsing with the most amazing 
orgasms. My sobbing and trembling was simply because I was experiencing a 
sexual upheaval just too excruciating to endure. I realized that Paula had 
stopped with the hairbrush and I was still lying across her legs. My whole 
body was shaking like I had a chill and I was as limp as a wet noodle across 
her legs. 

"Paula knew exactly what she had done to me. She began rubbing her hand 
around on my sore buttocks and she sort of shivered, too. 

"Would you like me to spank you some more?' she asked me quietly. 

"She knew that I was in no shape to discuss it. I just nodded my head, still 
enjoying the exquisite sensual thrills that were throbbing and surging in my 
crotch. She began fumbling with my dress and got my skirt up over my hips, 
then I felt her pulling my pants down. They were sticking to me everywhere 
because I had apparently expelled a lot of sexual fluids and when my bottom 
was bare I could feel the chill of the air touching me and then I didn't 
feel anything except the blessed and thrilling hurts of the hair brush. She 
kept hitting me and it got better and better and my hips were thrusting 
higher and higher in their eagerness for more and more of the vigorous touch 
of the hairbrush. My legs were far apart and I knew that my sexual organs 
were being exposed quite shamelessly but I couldn't control myself. My whole 
body was tingling like I was throbbing with electrical current and it was 
exceptionally sharp and enjoyable between my legs. 

"I knew that I was building up to a monumental experience but I didn't know 
quite what it would be like, only that I ached with the need to reach it, to 
find the sweet, agonized release that was close at hand and getter closer 
all the time. 

"Paula's hairbrush was striking the inner portion of my buttocks and then 
she accidentally hit my sex with the hairbrush and that did it. I could feel 
everything inside me bursting and tearing and my body was alive with 
exaggerated sensations of unimaginable pleasure and then I was shaking and 
convulsing and when she hit me again, I exploded like a busted balloon. 

"I slid into a coma of raw, blissful sensations and nothing else was real to 
me, only the sensations. I guess it all became too much for me to stand and 
I sort of flaked out. Even though I wasn't quite conscious, I could still 
feel the lovely, pulsing anguish between my legs and that was all that I 
could feel. I think someone could have touched me with a red hot poker and I 
never would have known. 

"When I came back to myself, I was lying on the floor and Paula was sitting 
in one of the chairs. She was smoking a cigarette and just staring at me, 
and she looked like she just couldn't believe what she was seeing. My sexual 
flesh was still having tiny little spasms and it was a very nice feeling. I 
looked up at Paula and I didn't know what to say. She gave me a nice warm 
smile and I began to feel better. 

"How do you feel?' she asked. 

"I tried to move and my whole midsection ached and throbbed with tiny 
twinges of pain. As I felt them, I had myself another little orgasm and it 
overwhelmed me so that I couldn't say anything. 

"You really had yourself quite a time,' she said, 'I guess you know it, 
though.' 

"I know it,' I said ruefully. I was just too wrung out to bother with lies, 
and Paula was too smart to kid anyway. 

"I had no idea that you were like that,' Paula said. 'I really didn't.' 

"I tried to sit up and the twinges began again and I came again. I hadn't 
known that I was anything like that either, but I remember that when I was 
much younger and my mother or my father spanked me I had enjoyed it somehow 
and when they stopped doing it, I was hurt and sorry that they wouldn't do 
it any more. Now I knew why I had felt that way. 

"Paula stood up and she gave me a hand and helped me up onto my feet. She 
was grinning like a Cheshire cat and that bothered me. 

"I think you've just had the most marvelous experience you have ever had in 
your whole life,' she said. 'But you will have to beg me if you want me to 
do it for you again.' 

"I looked at her as though she was out of her mind, but her grin didn't 
change. She stared me right in the eyes and she explained things to me quite 
clearly. 

"A girl can't go through something like that just once. I'm sure of that, so 
you will want it again and again and I will make you beg. I'll make you 
crawl to me on your knees and plead for it and you'll do it. You won't have 
any choice.' 

"I stood there, hearing her and I was shaking. My pants were around my 
ankles and when I started to reach down .and pull them up I saw that the 
insides of my thighs were soaked and streaked with little rivers of fluid, 
and when I touched my pants I found that they were soaked. I slumped down 
onto the bed and I cried. Paula walked over to me and she hugged my head to 
her chest. 

"It's all right, baby,' she said, soothingly. 'Paula will take care of your 
needs. Paula will always look after you and when you have to have it, I'll 
give it to you, but good.' 

"That kind of talk sounded crazy to me, because she was acting like I was 
going to be dependent upon her from then on and I knew that that just wasn't 
so. I didn't answer her. Instead I went into the bathroom and got out of my 
clothes. I sat in a hot bath for a long time and every time I would move my 
hips I'd feel the twinges of pain and then an answering spasm of my loins. I 
put my hand between my legs and my sexual flesh was just too sensitive to 
touch. I tried to figure out what was wrong with me and why I should feel as 
I did and I couldn't make sense out of any of it. I sat in the bath-tub with 
my bottom on fire and I cried probably because I just didn't know anything 
else to do. 

"Paula didn't say anything more to me about the experience that she had 
given me, but she was always watching me and she always wore a 
cat-that-ate-the-canary smile and I think that I began to hate her. I was 
busy going to school and for a few days I drove all thoughts of what had 
taken place out of my mind. 

"But after the first few days I began thinking about it all, the deep, 
voluptuous orgasms, the exquisite warmths and thrills that had aroused and 
titillated every responsive nerve and muscle in my body. I knew that I was 
becoming bemused with recollections of exaggerated sensual Acosta's and I 
didn't want that to happen. I began masturbating furiously every chance that 
I got, hoping that effecting multiple releases would diminish the gnawing, 
aching yearning for another experience with the hairbrush. That was all that 
I could think about. 

"It got so that I couldn't keep my mind on my work in school. All that I 
could think of was the beautiful sensations that the hair-brush gave me and 
I actually became ill with such intense preoccupations. Then I started 
trying to pick fights with Paula, hoping that I could get her angry enough 
to hit me, but she just wouldn't react as I wanted her to. She was filled 
with good-humored tolerance and she just wouldn't get mad. She was always 
wearing her superior smile and watching me with her big eyes twinkling and 
probing me all the time. And in spite of the fact that I was masturbating 
furiously all the time, I was just growing worse. The orgasms that I 
achieved with masturbation were like the touch of a feather against a 
terrible itch when what I needed was the clawing, tearing panacea of rough 
scratching. 

"I lasted for two weeks and then I woke one Saturday morning and I knew that 
I was completely at Paula's mercy. I had spent half the night massaging and 
manipulating my clitoris and my sexual flesh and I hadn't really 
accomplished anything at all. 

"When I got out of bed I found that I was trembling and my legs were weak. 
There was a gnawing ache in my stomach and it felt like a thousand ants were 
crawling around inside of my sexual organs and I knew that I was going to 
have to ask Paula to try to help me. 

"She was in the kitchen, her golden head bowed over a book. She had a cup of 
coffee in front of her. She was wearing her robe and I had mine wrapped 
around me. It was only a little after nine in the morning. My father and 
mother were both gone for the day so I was sure that Paula and I could talk 
things over very quietly and I could explain to her about what was happening 
to me. That was idiotic thinking, of course. It was too much like the drunk 
explaining why he had to have a drink. 

"Paula looked up at me and she smiled as I sat down with my coffee. She was 
examining my face rather intently and she was smiling. 

"You look awful, honey,' she said. 'I guess you know, though.' 

"She plucked a cigarette from her pack on the table and when I reached for 
one, my hand was shaking and she noticed. I wasn't supposed to be smoking 
but in the shape I was in that didn't bother me in the least. Paula grinned 
as I lit the cigarette and I was shaking even worse, probably unnerved by 
her steady stare. 

"You know what you need, don't you?' she asked. 

"I was just too upset to answer her. I started to cry and she watched the 
tears sliding down my face and then she reached out and patted my cheek 
gently. Her eyes had an odd expression in them but I was too upset to 
understand it. 

"Ready to beg, yet, little sister?' she asked softly. 

"Yes," I said. 

"Paula's eyes glowed and her smile got bigger. She touched my cheek again 
with her palm and then she slapped me so hard that it knocked me right off 
of the chair. She was glaring at me, filled with a sudden, inexplicable 
viciousness. 

"Get up,' she said coldly. 'Then come into the bedroom with me. You are 
going to get your pretty little ass walloped but not before you do a few 
nice things for me. Understand?' 

"The tears were streaming down my face and I was shaking violently. I was 
filled with a sense of desolation, a sense of despair because I knew that no 
matter what she might want of me I would have to do it because I had to find 
peace. I had to have relief from the gnawing, pitiless sensual yearnings 
that were torturing my body and my mind. I realized that my lovely sister 
was quite depraved and would be difficult to please. And I knew too, that 
the blow she had given me had heightened my sexual excitement beyond control 
and I had been pushed too far to ever be right again without the fantastic 
panacea that her hairbrush could give me. 

"She went into her bedroom and I got up and followed her. She Was seated in 
an arm chair in the bedroom, her legs under her and she told me to take my 
robe off. I did what she told me to do because I was in no shape to think or 
resist her. I had my pajamas on and she ordered me to take them off, too. I 
felt a prickling sensation crawling all over my skin and embarrassment 
flooded me like a fever. She smiled when I hesitated. 

"You will learn very quickly to obey me promptly,' she said in a nasty tone. 
'Either you do exactly as I say or you can blow a fuse-and I won't lift a 
hand to help you. Now do as I say or I'll smash you in the face again and 
you don't want it there. You want it where it does some good, don't you, 
dear?' 

"I was shivering and shaking and I nodded. I got out of my pajamas and she 
beckoned me to come close to her. She reached up and put her hands on my 
breasts and they were stretched to the bursting pointy heavy with passion 
and the nipples were hard and hurting. She rolled one of my nipples in her 
thumb and forefinger and then she squeezed hard and I gasped as the quick 
pain lanced through my breast. The pain was a wave of extremely pleasant 
feeling that quickly culminated in my loins. A swift orgasm shook me 
horribly and a tiny rivulet of fluid ran down my leg. Paula watched and she 
laughed softly. 

"You react beautifully, dear,' she said. 

"She squeezed the other nipple and the same thing happened. It was a warm, 
delicious sensation and the orgasms were heavy and extremely sensual. She 
took her hands away and then told me to sit down on the bed with my legs 
wide open so that she could look at me. 

"You have a tiny little cunt,' she said. 'I'm wondering if you are deformed. 
I want to look for myself.' 

"I sat down as she told me to do and I held my legs wide open. She poked 
around there with her fingers and she shook her head as she told me that I 
had a little cunt, just like a baby's. The lips were so tiny it was pitiful. 
She slipped her finger inside and I began squirming and shifting around and 
she laughed at my quick, pulsing climaxes. She told me my little cunt might 
be very small but everything was working fine. She put her thumb against my 
clitoris and her nail dug into the sensitive flesh. I almost screamed in 
pure agony but instead I gushed and she gave me a couple of moments of 
intense sexual pleasure. 

"She dropped to her knees in front of my seething sexual organs and then she 
was licking the insides of my thighs and her tongue was capturing the fluids 
there. She gave a soft little moan and then her mouth slid over my sexual 
organs and she began doing things to me with her tongue. I began coming in 
great, throbbing spasms that were almost as nice as the kind I had known 
when she used the hairbrush. 

"I lost all reason and my body throbbed and pulsed as she sucked my 
sensitive flesh, snaking her tongue in and out of the tiny opening. When I 
was sure that I was going to faint from the delicious sensations, she slid 
her tongue upwards and began flicking it back and forth across my clit and I 
erupted into the damndest orgasm you could imagine. It felt like everything 
was being sucked out of me and the fluids were running in me like water. 

"Her mouth was never still a moment and the raw, sweet thrills that were 
leaping and running in my sexual flesh became too much to bear and something 
happened in my head and I just couldn't move. I laid there like a rag doll 
and Paula used her tongue and her mouth to drain my body cruelly. She sent 
me into one monstrous orgasm after another and it felt like she waited until 
I was in the throes of a sexual spasm to exert enormous pressures with her 
mouth and then she sucked everything out of me. It didn't take too much of 
that to make me pass out and I finally did. 

"When I came to again she was on the bed with me and she was wiping my 
forehead with a wet rag. It felt cold. The rest of my body felt like it was 
raging with fever and the fever was highest between my legs. Instead of 
calming me down, the things that Paula had done to me had only increased my 
passions. She saw that I was awake and she smiled down at me. 

"You'll have to learn how to bear sensations,' she said. 'There isn't any 
fun in it if you pass out.' 

"Paula was only sixteen and it occurred to me that she knew a lot for a girl 
her age but I was in no condition to discuss it. She made me sit up and 
smoke a cigarette with her. Then she asked me if I had liked what she did to 
me. I nodded, miserably, and she laughed softly. 

"You're going to do it for me,' she said. 

'You'll probably be lousy but you'll learn quick. You will if you want to 
get your kicks and if I know what I think I know, you've got to get them.' 

"She laid back against the pillows and she was nude under her robe. She 
opened her legs and I saw her sex. The pale pink lips were sticky with a 
thick white glue and, as she spread her legs wider, I could see the lips 
parting stickily. She told me to put my mouth over her hot box and start 
sucking it. She would tell me just what to do as we went along. I looked at 
her beseechingly, hoping that she wouldn't make me do that to her, but she 
meant it. She grasped my head and thrust it into her crotch and the heady 
fragrance of her sexual loins cloyed in my nostrils. Then a new wave of 
sensuality struck me and I loved the odor and when I tasted the sweetness 
that was between her legs, I loved that, too. 

"It seems strange to say, but once I tasted the sweetness of Paula's sexual 
flesh, I lost my head and went kind of crazy. There was a wild exhilaration 
coursing through my body and the thrills that were shaking me so cruelly did 
things to my sexual flesh, too. Every time Paula would come, my own glands 
would respond just like they were part of her body. It's hard to explain but 
that was the way it was. I made ardent love to Paula for hours and only 
stopped when she made me stop. 

"I had shaken her badly and she was a long time straightening herself out 
and she made me wait for a long time before she had the strength to use the 
hairbrush on me. When she did, she seemed to know just what I needed and she 
was brutally effective. She drove me into a sensual frenzy that lasted for 
hours and when I finally made it, she let me alone and allowed my glands and 
my body to accomplish what they had to do. 

"After that first day, I knew what my life was going to be like, but I 
didn't mind. I couldn't really object. Paula was always demanding and she 
was cruel and she gloried in the knowledge that I would have to obey her 
every wish. 

"As we grew older, she became meaner and seemed to enjoy making me do things 
that were downright humiliating. She knew that it distressed me when she 
would use vulgar words but she did it all the time. After a while I did it 
too. It just didn't matter. She seemed to know all about girls who were 
submissive and masochistic in nature and she persuaded me that she was my 
only hope for peace of mind. She convinced me too that if I wasn't attended 
to properly, I could easily lose my mind. 

"One time she made me go for three whole weeks and I got into a state where 
all that I could think about was the blessed relief that she could give me. 
She knew that the longer I went without a beating, the worse I would get and 
it got so that I couldn't talk, or think or coordinate and I was sure that I 
was going insane. She told me that I was an atom bomb and about to explode. 
She made me believe her too, and after that I was no more trouble to her. No 
matter what she asked me to do, I did it without protest. 

"She began dating, or probably I should say that she began going to bed with 
men when she was about eighteen and there were many nights when she would 
come home to me and make me suck her cunt and after it was all over she 
would tell me that I had just finished eating Joey, or Eddie or Charlie. I 
didn't mind. As a matter-of-fact I became so depraved I enjoyed those times 
best of all. But I never let her know it. 

"When she was twenty, she met Paul. He was a nice guy, a former football 
player and he was very handsome. He had lots of money, too, and a very good 
job. She went with him for a long time and one night she told me that she 
and Paul were going to get married. She took one look at my terrified face 
and burst out laughing. 

"You won't need to worry,' she said. 'I will always take care of you. 
Always. So don't you worry about anything.' 

"I didn't worry after that. I was her bridesmaid and it was a beautiful 
wedding. She had given me a really wild whipping the day before so I didn't 
miss her too much while she was away on her honeymoon. When she got back, 
she and Paul settled down in a nice little house that they had rented. 

"When I visited her, she told me that she and her brand new husband had had 
a wonderful time on their honeymoon. Sex, sex, and nothing but sex. In spite 
of that, she made me take off my things and get up on her bed. Then she went 
down on me and nearly killed me with her hunger. Of course, I had to do her, 
too, but I loved doing that for her and I guess she was aware of it. 

"I visited with her a lot and after a while it became obvious that Paul 
liked me very much and I think that that annoyed Paula. It got so bad that 
one day she lashed out at Paul and she told him that she knew that he liked 
me. He just listened to her, his face red. 

"You like her so goddamned much,' Paula snarled at him, 'one of these days 
I'll give her to you for a present. Then let's see what you do. Until I do, 
you keep your eyes off of her and your hands, too.' 

"Poor Paul looked awful. She was standing in the living room, her hands on 
her hips and her face was white with anger. Paul just turned away from her. 
He started to walk out of the house and she told him to get himself right 
back where he was. Or did she have to deal with him, too? He turned around 
and returned to her and she got that maddening smile on her face and she 
told him to go out into the kitchen and make himself useful. He did it 
without saying a word. 

"I went home right after that but I couldn't help wondering what kind of a 
hold she had on him to make him so obedient. I decided that I wouldn't see 
as much of them after that. I would only visit Paula during the daytime when 
her husband would not be home. And that's the way I worked it out. 

"Things were not too pleasant at home those days. My mother was asking my 
father for a divorce. She had met a man she wanted while she was running 
around on her real estate deals and she finally moved out and started 
proceedings. I was working so it didn't bother me too much. But a few weeks 
later, Paula suggested that I come and live with them. That way she would 
have me always close at hand and we would be company for each other. She 
made me stay for supper that night and she told Paul what she had asked me 
and he liked the idea. By the time I left them that night it was decided 
that I would move. A few days later Paul helped me and I took the spare 
room. 

"Once T was under her thumb, Paula became even meaner and rottener. She 
developed the habit of making Paul have sex with her before he went off to 
work in the morning and once he was gone I would have to bring her breakfast 
to her in bed and then suck her for hours. She would taunt me about eating 
Paul's loads but I didn't mind because I loved it. I think I loved him and 
knowing that I was tasting his strength and his love juices pleased me. 

"It didn't take Paula long to turn me into a household drudge. She and Paul 
were fighting a lot and one night I heard her telling him that if he didn't 
behave himself and do exactly as she wanted him to do, she would turn him 
into the cops and he would go away for the rest of his life. There wasn't 
one more word out of him after she said that. It took me a long time to find 
out what that was all about but I finally did learn. During his football 
years Paul had done quite a bit of drinking and one night he had hit a man 
and kept right on going. The man died and the hit-run driver had never been 
found. Paula had found a clipping in his bureau drawer and she very quickly 
made him admit that he had been the driver. After that, he was at her mercy. 
So she had us both under her thumb and she finally put her perverted mind to 
work figuring out how to use us. 

"She told Paul all about me, what I was like and what she had to do for me, 
and I sat there, my face flaming, my skin crawling with shame and 
embarrassment. She laughed at my discomfort. 

"Don't you feel badly, little sister,' she said, smiling. 'Let me tell you 
about my big, handsome husband. He has a beautiful cock and a fine set of 
balls, but it doesn't do me any good. He shoves it into me and before he can 
even wiggle, he comes. And it doesn't matter how many times he tries, that's 
the way he is. So, I've been thinking things over and I've decided that we 
are all going to play together. 

Maybe you can slow my handsome husband down a bit. Maybe I can get to enjoy 
both of you at the same time. I'm going to try it.' 

"Paul just stared at her. I couldn't face either of them. I was dying with 
embarrassment, and I'm sure that he was, too. Paula spoke to him rather 
sharply. 

"You got any objections, husband mine?' she demanded. He did not answer her 
for a moment and then I heard the sound of her hand striking his face and he 
grunted. She asked him again if he had any objections and he just shook his 
head. She snapped at both of us and we got up and followed her inside the 
house. She led us into her bedroom and she told me to take my clothes off. 
She wanted Paul to see what a beautiful body I had, before she whipped me 
into the lovely sexual frenzy I liked so much. Then she told him to get 
undressed too, and he began obeying her. I think he was afraid of her. "It 
was silly I guess, but when I was naked, I kept glancing at him and he kept 
glancing at me. He was built quite large and he had an erection and I liked 
looking at him. Paula told him to sit down and then she told him that I had 
been eating him for a long time, right after he went to work. She wanted to 
see if her little sister could suck him dry and maybe his damned cock would 
stay hard long enough for her to get some use out of it. 

"When she told me to suck him off, I didn't argue. We were all behaving like 
manikins and I was functioning in a daze. Paul sat down when she made him 
and as soon as I touched his throbbing sexual organ I knew that I was going 
to enjoy doing what she was making me do. I slid my mouth down over his 
feverish organ and as soon as I did, he came. His whole body shook and he 
couldn't help himself. 

"Paula knew what happened and she made me continue with it. I just kept 
stimulating his flesh and very shortly, he came again. He did seem to be 
exceptionally sensitive but I couldn't help myself. I had become deeply 
affected by what I was doing and I was experiencing lots of wonderful 
climaxes and my thighs were wet and slippery because of the immense thrill I 
was getting from sucking him. 

"My head was moving slowly up and down the length of his throbbing organ and 
each time I would lift my mouth out to its tip and my tongue stroked its 
throat a lovely little puddle of his juice would fill my mouth and I was 
very happy, knowing that I was tasting his very strength, the riches of his 
body. His hand was caressing my hair. His palm was curved to fit the contour 
of my head and I could feel his touch and I knew that he liked what I was 
doing to him. That was all that I cared about at the moment. 

"He was slumped down in the chair and I could feel his loins writhing and 
seething in my hands. As I continued my efforts he began to shiver and shake 
and then a violent eruption arose from his loins as a torrent of his 
sweetest nectar poured from him. The violence of his orgasm touched me and I 
reacted in the very same way. My whole body was quaking and twitching and I 
could feel the juices of my own passion trickling from within my body and 
the severity of my orgasm shook me so violently that it took some time 
before I realized that I was hurting Paul terribly. Paula had to lift my 
head up by the hair and when she did, I saw that Paul's abused organ was as 
red as blood and the force of my suction had emptied his loins completely. 

"Paula smiled at us as she pushed me aside. She grasped his over-sensitive 
organ and her rough handling of it hurt him and he winced. He was gasping 
and shivering from the effects of his sexual explosion and Paula knew it. 
She took his hand and she pulled him erect. His handsome face was twisted 
into an expression of sheer anguish as she pushed him down onto the bed and 
he sprawled on his back, his massive chest heaving and struggling for air. 

"Paula sat down in the chair and her hips were naked. She had removed her 
skirt. She ordered me to eat her and I could see right away that she had 
enjoyed watching me take care of Paul. She had the fruits of many orgasms 
between her legs and I didn't mind. I was already dazed with exaggerated 
lusts and I spent a long time using my mouth and tongue between her legs, 
feasting on the excessive moisture that filtered from her overwrought 
glands. I was suddenly captured by a sensation of extreme evil and I feasted 
upon her flesh like an animal. I had no control, no reason, only the awful 
agony of a hunger too great to appease. 

"Paula was writhing and shuddering in orgasms that all but tore her apart 
and she was unable to stop me, or to affect me in any way. Sensations 
Irippled and crested in my loins and my brain and I was omnivorous, 
insatiable. She had her knees up, her heels resting on the edge of the chair 
and somehow, my finger touched her anal opening and the swift, shuddering 
reaction to my touch alerted my senses to another means of forcing her body 
to reward my lingual efforts. 

"It ended finally, when sensation and passion died in her and she pushed me 
down onto the floor. She was a wreck, pushed far beyond what one could stand 
and it was a long time before she could find the strength to get out of the 
chair. 

"Paul was still lying on the bed, and when I crawled between his legs, he 
gave me a weak smile. As my mouth began assaulting his abused flesh, he 
became erect and once again I began my expert manipulations with his lovely 
loins. I guess I was a bit harsh with him because he came very promptly but 
that was only the beginning. He was a big man with a big man's glands and 
his supply of nectar seemed inexhaustible. I was frenzied, virtually out of 
my head with greed and it seemed to me that he was feeding his strength to 
me, lovingly, willingly and I ached with the desire for more and more and 
always more. 

"The sting of the lash across my naked bottom did little to affect my 
efforts. I became aware of the heat growing and burning in my loins as Paula 
began giving me the sort of treatment I needed so desperately. I could hear 
the crack of the leather each time it touched my flesh and that was all that 
I was aware of, except for the glowing, burning sensations that were in my 
loins, pushing me closer and closer to madness. I could feel the harsh 
leather between my thighs, curling and stinging and then a vicious stroke 
touched the hidden springs and balances of my sex and I began the massive 
convulsions that would relieve me of tensions and fill my body with 
incredible ecstasies for a long time to come. There was a long time while I 
was conscious of nothing but the exquisite sensations that filled my body as 
orgasm after orgasm occurred and offered a bit more of heavenly release. 

"In time, I became aware again and I saw that Paula was astride her 
husband's hips and his noble sexual organ was buried deep inside her body. 
She was experiencing an Acosta's almost as intense as my own and I was quite 
pleased that her husband was well able to satisfy her needs. 

"A moment later they rolled over and I watched as his huge rod plunged in 
and out of her flowing cavity and she was fighting him, wrestling him, her 
nails deep in the flesh of his shoulders, her heels digging into his rump 
while her hips rode free and matched his every thrust. I was watching when 
the fierce convulsions began in them and I could see that Paula was coming 
with a massive orgasm and then Paul was too, and the fruits of his loins 
overflowed and slid down between her buttocks and dripped onto the bed. They 
clung together, shuddering and locked in a spasmed pose, her hips thrusting 
against his loins with desperate need and in a few moments, the shuddering 
waves of reaction subsided and they slowly relaxed and melted into a mass of 
exhausted flesh. 

"I sat up and looked at them. I found a cigarette and lit it. They lay 
locked together for a long time. Paula was caressing his head and her lips 
were kissing him hotly, and it was apparent that she was humbly grateful to 
him for the splendid experience she had known. They started necking like 
high school kids for a while and then Paula moved slightly and Paul's 
shriveled organ slipped out of her body. He rolled over onto his back and 
his face took on the lines of total exhaustion. 

"Paula had not had enough. She looked at me and she told me what she wanted 
me to do and it took me a long time to dispose of the fruits of their union 
and the subsidiary passions that my clinging mouth and excited tongue 
induced. 

"That was a very exhausting day because Paula began using her mouth to 
arouse Paul and when he had achieved erection, she told him to screw me. 
Because we liked each other so much, that turned out to be a beautiful 
experience. And when my frenzy finally released Paul, Paula glued her mouth 
to my most delicate flesh and she forced me into a brand new time of 
exceptional pleasures. 

"I wish I could say that Paul's habit of quick ejaculation cleared up but it 
didn't. But we did learn that several orgasms accomplished by oral 
lovemaking would reduce him to a level where he could function normally and 
with two girls eager always to keep him sucked dry, he was in no position to 
complain. 

"We still live together and we enjoy each other's persons with utter candor 
and hearty appetites. While it was Paula's meanness that instigated such a 
life for all of us, it has turned out beautifully. We are very happy living 
together and, in spite of what one might suppose, there are many tight 
little families such as ours and the opportunities for unlimited enjoyment 
are always present. 

"I have never changed and Paula must beat me occasionally, but she knows 
just when to do it. Paul likes to watch as she uses the whips and straps 
with great cunning all over my person. He has often tried to do it for me, 
but he is never able to whip me as harshly as I require. So he lets Paula do 
it and he just enjoys watching. 

"Sometimes I will suck him while Paula is administering the initial stages 
of my punishment, but there comes a time when they have to take it away from 
me because I hurt him with my excessive passions and I really don't want to 
do that. 

"Both Paula and I have learned the amazing pleasures of sodomy because Paul 
has often done that to each of us and the delirious sensuality that we enjoy 
then is quite beyond description. 

"We have no reservations with each other and we indulge each other 
shamelessly. 'very often, if Paula is in a good mood, she will let Paul give 
me his organ to nurse on and I often fall asleep with it still in my mouth. 
Ours has become a most pleasant way of life and we are all happy now that 
Paula decided that we could all live together in real harmony." 

 CHAPTER FOUR Boys Will Be Boys 

Somewhere in the distant past someone once said that incest like politics, 
makes strange bedfellows. This can be extended to suggest that the very 
nature of incest is rather strange to begin with. Probably because this is a 
climate where inhibitions and restraints need not prevail, the participants 
frequently become victimized because of their own activities. There are many 
cases of incest where either or both partners married others and found 
themselves quite incapable of performing as they had hoped to. Impotence is 
often a by-product of an incestuous relationship and many of those who 
contemplate such conditions with a view toward helping often have to realize 
that the voluptuous sensations and thrills of uninhibited sex make a more 
restricted sex life unpalatable and tame by comparison. 

Too, the elements of compulsion, abuse, corporal punishment and pain, often 
a part of the incestuous relationship, develop strong and irresistible 
appetites that must be dealt with if the human being is to function sexually 
at all. 

Lesbian relationships that develop between sisters can often furnish the 
ultimate in sexual pleasures, joys and thrills that cannot be matched with 
other partners and thus a return to the incestuous affair is sometimes 
inevitable. 

Homosexual relationships that develop between brothers can often provide 
unlimited sensual pleasures for both, to the point where sex with other 
partners of either sex is not possible or desired. Again it must be 
emphasized that the very nature of the incestuous affair is one of relative 
safety and complete freedom with the partner. 'very often a homosexual 
affair develops to the point of extreme pleasures and desired acts can 
preclude any possibility of a normal marriage or the desire for such a 
state. 

Again, as stated previously, when two brothers or sisters begin an 
incestuous relationship, it seems inevitable that one will dominate, that 
one will often abuse the other, or force indignities upon the weaker of the 
two. In the following case history this element of behavior is always 
present. 

Phillip B. is now twenty-six and resides in a large city. He grew up on a 
farm and he and his brother Don were the only children. The parents were 
usually quite busy with a work load that was really more than they could 
handle, so the boys were left alone much of the time. 

"Don is two years younger than I am, but he was always kind of telling me 
what to do. I was bigger and stronger and that seemed to bother him a lot, 
so when he would get mad about something I would really catch hell. He 
learned how to box and when he was fourteen and I was sixteen we got into a 
fight and he gave me a bad beating. From then on, I sort of did like he 
said. 

"He used to tease me a lot about jerking off, because he was doing it and he 
was sure that I was, too. One day in the barn he bet me that he could shoot 
before I could. When I didn't want to prove it he got so nasty and mean that 
I finally agreed that I would beat him and so he hauled out his dick and I 
hauled out mine. 

"Just talking about it had gotten me excited and I had a hard-on-I really 
had a big cock. 

When he pulled out his little old nubbin and we started jacking off, he kept 
looking at my beauty and he seemed to be sore. At his age, he couldn't 
really throw much juice and I got excited and shot a big load all over a 
bale of hay. He just stared at it and at me. He was jerking madly and 
finally he threw some juice but nothing like what I had done. 

"He was really sore because my dick was bigger than his and it wasn't my 
fault. I was bigger than he was and he was younger, too. I tried to explain 
it to him, but he didn't seem to understand. He reached out and put his hand 
around it. He felt it and then he pulled the foreskin back and stared at the 
head of it. He started jerking me off again and I told him he better quit. 
He said he wanted to see it shoot. He wanted to make it work himself. I said 
all right, let me sit down. So I sat down and he never once let go of it. I 
leaned back and he kept on jacking and pretty soon I pumped a load and he 
watched it spurt out. He just couldn't stop staring at it. 

"He had his own cock put away then and he just kept on fondling my sexual 
parts. I liked it, there's no doubt about that. I liked it real fine. 

"We kind of got into the habit of spending a lot of time in the barn and Don 
was always wanting to play with my dong and I was quite willing to let him. 
It wasn't any time at all until he was jerking me off while I was doing the 
same thing to him. He liked to lay back and open his legs with his pants 
down and let me play with him for hours. We'd do that until I'd get to the 
point where my balls were just bursting and then he'd jack me and I'd pop 
all over the place in a hurry. 

"As I said, Don was always smarter than me and he was always calling me 
stupid and I figured that he was probably right. He was always telling me 
things about cocks that guys were supposed to have told him in school. One 
afternoon when we were in the barn and there wasn't a damned soul home, he 
was laying back and making me play with him and he told me that some of the 
fellows had told him that getting your cock sucked helped to make it bigger. 
He asked me if I didn't want him to have a bigger cock and wouldn't I help 
him. I didn't really want to do that, but he told me that if I would suck 
him he would do it to me, because the fellows had also told him that sucking 
a cock and feeding on the juices just loaded up a guy with hormones and 
things like that and a fellow could increase the size of his cock if he just 
did the things that he was supposed to do. 

"Well, to make a long story short, he persuaded me to suck his cock and it 
was funny but once I got his dick in my mouth and I started tasting the 
stuff that came out of it I kind of went screwy. 

"It's hard to explain but I just got so worked up I couldn't think straight 
or anything. I was sucking him so hard he said I was hurting him and even 
when he said that it didn't bother me. His cock was silky and slippery in my 
mouth and his juices were running like sap in a sugar maple tree and I was 
grunting like a dog as I kept on sucking trying to get everything I could 
out of him. 

"All of a sudden his whole body began shaking and his cock started throbbing 
and then it started spilling out his juices. I didn't know what else to do 
because he was telling me to suck hard, real hard and by the time it was 
over I was spurting in my pants, coming like I would never stop shooting and 
then I just shook and sobbed. It was a real experience. I was crying when he 
finally made me stop. He was shaking too, and his cock was all raw and red 
and he said I had done it just fine. 

"He said that he would do me nicely too, because I had been so good with 
him, but when he reached for my fly I explained to him what had happened and 
he just sat there, looking at me. He called me a stupid son of a bitch, and 
then he made me take my cock out anyway and the next thing I knew he had it 
in his mouth and he was really giving me a going over. I just couldn't help 
myself, I shot all over again and he got himself lots of hormones. He was a 
greedy little bastard and he just wouldn't give it up. He said he had never 
done anything in his whole life that gave him so much fun, and he was ready 
again for me to suck him some more. 

"Don and I used to sleep in the same bed and it got so that we would lock 
our door when we went to bed and he would suck my cock while I was sucking 
his. We went to bed and sucked each other every night. And he seemed to be 
right. His cock seemed to be growing real fine. Of course, he was getting 
older and growing up but we just figured that it was all the sucking that 
was doing it. He figured that the more juice he could suck out of me the 
better, so he was always at me. 

"One Saturday we were home all alone and he decided that he was going to try 
out his big cock and screw me. Naturally, with all the fooling around we 
were doing, we had discovered that sticking a finger in the other guy's 
asshole would make him come quicker and there would be lots more honey, too, 
so it was just a question of time before we tried sticking a cock into each 
other's butt. 

"When Don said he was going to fuck me it got me so excited I almost came 
just thinking about it. He got the petroleum jelly out of the bathroom and 
used it. When he tried putting it into me it hurt like hell at first and 
then it was wonderful. It got to feeling so good that I popped all over the 
floor and a little later, when he was getting ready to come, he reached 
around my hips and began jacking me off. When he came in me, I came all over 
the floor again. Afterwards, he figured that if it gave me so much fun, it 
would be good for him, too, so he insisted that I do it to him and he popped 
a few times too. Prom then, we did that every time we got the chance. That 
was the way that we grew up. 

"But Don never did grow a cock as big as mine and he sort of took it out on 
me. One day he got sore and he used a horsewhip on me in the barn. I had my 
pants down because we'd been playing and he got sore because I wouldn't let 
him blow me any more right then. He flew into a rage and said he wasn't 
going to have a stupid jerk like me telling him what he could do and what he 
couldn't do and if he had to, he'd beat me senseless and keep right on doing 
it until I got to know who was boss. He jumped up and grabbed the horsewhip 
and before I could protect myself he hauled off and hit me with it. 

"He was like a madman. His face was all twisted up and his eyes looked 
crazy. He hit me across the hips and then the next time he swung the tip of 
the whip struck me squarely across my privates and the sensation was crazy. 
Once I had touched a bare wire and because we made our own current, it was 
220 direct. I couldn't let go and I just stood there shaking while the heavy 
current rippled through my body and shook everything in me to pieces. Don 
saw what was happening and he shut off the power, but when he hit me with 
the whip, it felt just the same way in my privates and it was nice, oh, 
Lord, was it ever nice. 

"He hit me again and again and he was careless about where he struck. He 
stung my cock and my balls and I started spilling all over the ground. When 
he saw that, he stopped with the whip and his face changed. He put the whip 
down and came over to me. He put his hands on my privates and started 
rubbing me there. Then he knelt down and sucked everything out of me while 
the electrical sensations just kept right on stimulating my privates. When 
it was all over, we talked about it and he said that he was sorry but he was 
always flying off the handle, and I told him what the whips had done to me 
and we pondered that for quite a while. 

"A few days later, when we were in the bam and I couldn't get it up again 
for him, he made me lay across a bale of hay while he stung my ass and my 
balls with the whip. That sure did tilings to me and he got all the honey 
that he wanted after that. Naturally he wanted me to try the whips on him, 
too, but it didn't do anything for him, except make him sore as hell. We 
finally figured that there was something wrong with me. 

"Well, anyway, we kept on growing up and we had a lot of fun. We were always 
sucking each other, so life was very good for us. When he was about twenty, 
Don left home. He was working and so was I, but he wanted to live in the 
city. That was all right with me, because I would go into town and visit 
with him once in a while and we would have us a party. 

"Don had found out about girls and he was running around and having himself 
a lot of fun. I got to meet some of his girl friends. They were always 
beautiful and crazy about him and I could never figure out why. 

"Don was always bright in school and when he finished, he got himself a very 
good job. He began getting promotions and was doing real good, so I wasn't 
surprised when he told me one night that he was thinking of getting married. 
He said that while he got the most fun out of fooling around with me, he had 
discovered that girls were a lot of fun, too and he figured that he might 
make it if he found the right girl. The kind of position he held, he needed 
a wife, he said. 

"Of course, that night I stayed in town with him and he sucked my cock most 
of the night while I was doing the same to him and I got to wondering if any 
girl could do that much for him. Maybe he knew what he was doing, but I 
didn't know. I didn't want to marry anyone. I was quite content with Don and 
the things that we did together. Once I got to thinking about him getting 
married I realized that we wouldn't be able to have fun together any more 
and that really bothered me. But for a long while with him it was just one 
girl after another and none of them were important in his life. I could see 
that, so we kept right on as usual. 

"Then he met Cecile and he sort of changed after that. I met Cecile, too, 
and I liked her. I liked her very much. She seemed to be just right for Don. 
She was a brunette, rather short, but really stacked. She was very quiet, 
very shy and she was nuts about Don. He could do anything to her and it was 
all right with her. He wasn't too nice to her, he's snap her head off and 
one night he slapped her in the face just because she had gotten him angry. 
She sat quite still in her chair and the tears slid down her cheeks and her 
dark eyes were like glowing coals in her face. She didn't say anything and a 
few minutes later they left me in the nightclub and he took her home. A few 
days later he told me that he and Cecile were going to get married and I 
could come to the wedding. 

"They had a fine wedding and then they bought a little house and began 
settling down together. I would see them once in a while when Cecile would 
call up and invite me to dinner, but Don and I never got together any more. 
She kept him home all the time and that left me all by myself. 

"One night when I was having a few drinks in a gin mill, I met a nice guy. 
He told me that his name was Ernie and that he was a homosexual. He didn't 
make any bones about it. That was the way he was and he didn't mind. He 
enjoyed it. He was a brilliant sort of guy, very much like Don and when he 
asked me if he could come home with me and spend the night at my place, I 
knew what he meant. But by then I was so damned hungry for a cock I didn't 
waste any time agreeing. 

"We hit it off right from the very beginning. Ernie had a nice big cock and 
a set of balls that just wouldn't quit. We spent the night exhausting each 
other and it was a wonderful night for me. By morning, we had it figured 
that Ernie would move in with me and we would split the rent. Ernie was an 
advanced homo. He had lots of friends, young boys who were just dying to 
spend the night and let somebody drain their bodies of the juices that they 
made faster than they could spend them. 

"Ernie invited a couple of nice young boys to the apartment one night and we 
had ourselves a real nice time. And after we exhausted the boys we had each 
other so it all worked out just fine. 

"About three months after Ernie and I started living together, his company 
transferred him to the L.A. area and he asked me to make the move with him. 
I could do as well on the coast and we could stay together. So that's what 
we did. Once we moved out here, Ernie started making connections and he 
invited a lovely couple to the house one night. The boy was young and 
good-looking and the girl was a gorgeous blonde with a stunning figure and 
soft, dark eyes. It turned out that the lovely girl was a homo in drag and 
it turned out to be a lousy evening. The guy all dolled up as a dame just 
sickened me I guess, and I finally threw them out. That got Ernie sore and 
the next morning he moved out and I have never seen him since. I've never 
missed him. He was sick, sort of. 

"I had a good job, even better than what I had left and I was doing just 
fine. Then I got a letter from Cecile and Don. They were coming out here, 
too. Don was being transferred. It was a big promotion for him and they were 
very happy about it all. 

"That letter made me feel so good, it was sinful. Just thinking about Don 
and all the fun we had had made my mouth water. I knew that somehow, I was 
going to seduce him if I had to, and we would have us a real party. Just the 
two of us. 

"I picked Don and Cecile up at the airport on a Friday night and they took 
over the spare bedroom in my apartment. Don would have to report in to his 
company on Monday morning but they were going to spend the weekend looking 
for a place to rent or buy. Then the storage company that was holding their 
furniture would ship it and deliver it to the new house. I drove them around 
and they saw a house in the hills, one of those places that jut far out over 
a canyon and rest on cantilever arrangements. Cecile fell in love with the 
place and Don gave the real estate guy the down payment right away. That 
settled that. We went out to dinner together that evening and had ourselves 
a good steak. 

"I thought that Cecile looked even prettier than I had remembered and while 
she was much more subdued and quieter, she looked to be very happy. It was 
plain that Don pushed her around and she was alert to his every whim, but 
she obviously adored him and she was always smiling, always happy. Our 
evening together was very happy. 

"The following week, Don reported for work and got himself a car and Cecile 
began getting their new home in readiness for the arrival of their 
furniture. They arranged a quick escrow and took possession of the house 
that very week. That weekend their furniture arrived and they got themselves 
moved in. 

"But one important thing happened during the week. I was alone in my place 
watching television, when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and Don was 
standing outside in the hall. He said that Cecile was at the new house 
working and he had come to see me. He was as hot as a firecracker and wanted 
us to have a party. I was as hot as he was and just as ready. We didn't do 
much talking. We went into the bedroom and got out of our clothes. Don stood 
looking at me and his cock was as soft as a rag. I went over to him and as 
soon as I put my hand on him he sprang erect and had a cock as hard as a 
rock. We fell onto the bed and then we were sucking each other off and that 
was just the beginning. 

"He stayed until the wee small hours of the morning and when I asked him if 
Cecile wouldn't be worried he just shook his head. She had the car and she 
would go back to the hotel where they were staying till they moved into the 
new house. He seemed very happy and gay when he left me and he said that we 
would get together again very soon. 

"I didn't see him for a long tune then because he and Cecile were busy 
setting up their house. When she was ready, she invited me for dinner. They 
had a charming home. Cecile told me that I should make myself welcome and 
visit whenever I felt like it. 

"Once they were settled and comfortable in their new surroundings, Cecile 
went out and got herself a job. She was an excellent secretary and wanted to 
work. That was just fine with Don, because once in a while he would take the 
afternoon off and I would run in on my way home from work and we would have 
us a party. That got to be a habit with us. 

"One afternoon, Don and I were on the bed, stark-naked, and he was blowing 
me and I was doing him and we heard a sound in the room and we broke apart 
and bounced up to face Cecile. She was standing just inside the doorway, her 
face as white as a sheet, her mouth wide-open, and her eyes filled with an 
unbelieving look. She took a step and then she just dropped into the nearest 
chair. She was holding her purse and just stared at us. Don sat and glared 
at her and he looked like he hated her. 

"What the hell are you doing home?' he asked. 

"She just looked at him. There were tears sliding down her cheeks and she 
looked miserable. He asked her again and she shook her head, trying to 
answer him. 

"I had a headache,' she said, numbly. 'My boss sent me home.' 

"Don was sitting up and so was I. I was shielding my parts so that she 
couldn't see them but she kept staring at me. The expression in her eyes 
changed and it seemed that she was liking me. She was liking me very much. A 
moment later, she smiled. 

"I've known, of course,' she told Don. 'But, I didn't know that your brother 
was like that, too.' 

"We've been at it for years,' Don told her quietly. 'Now you know.' 

"Yes,' she said. 'Now I know.' 

"Neither of them seemed to be too greatly upset about her walking in on us. 
Cecile's tears stopped and she just sat and looked at Don with a kind of 
questioning look. He smiled at her. 

"You want a divorce?' he asked her. 

"She shook her head slowly from side to side and his smile got even broader. 

"I'll punish you,' he said. 'You know that.' 

"I know,' she said. She was still gazing at him and her eyes were soft and 
warm and very gentle. 

"It will be all right,' he said, 'you have always liked Phil, anyway. This 
way we all know what we're doing.' 

"Cecile opened her purse and she took out cigarettes. She lit one and put 
the match in an ash tray beside her. Don looked at her and then at me and he 
gave a big sigh. He asked Cecile for a cigarette and she handed him the one 
she had just lit. She lit another one and she was smiling. 

'-' 'Will you tell Phil about his dear brother, darling,' she said sweetly, 
'or shall I tell him?' 

"Don's face turned red and he looked down at the sheet on the bed. He told 
her that she might as well tell me. She slid out to the edge of her chair 
and her legs were long and lovely and she was serenely beautiful, the nice 
dark eyes warm and placid. 

"I love Don very much, Phil,' she said. 'But he has some very serious 
problems. I'm afraid that you boys conditioned each other because shortly 
after our honeymoon, Don reached a state where he couldn't get an erection, 
no matter what I did to him. One night, he blamed me for his trouble and he 
beat me. And two very surprising things happened. He got an immediate 
erection and the beating he gave me also turned me on sexually and I enjoyed 
it all. You have no idea how thoroughly and satisfactorily I enjoyed it. Don 
has been whipping my body ever since, and he is helped by doing it. I have 
gotten to the point where I can enjoy unimaginable sexual thrills when he 
does it. That's the way we live, Phil.' 

"I guess I'm a hopeless queer,' Don said, sadly. 

"Cecile didn't think so. She said she thought that we had been playing games 
together for so long we just got used to that type of sex. 

"Don was watching her and listening to her. I glanced at him and saw that he 
had an enormous hard-on, Cecile noticed, too, and she smiled at him, then at 
me. Looking at her, I realized that she was experiencing a time of strong 
sensual excitement. She was, in other words, so hot she was on fire. Don 
knew, I guess, because he just grinned at her and told her to come over to 
him. She crushed out her cigarette, then got up and walked over to the bed. 
He had his knees up and he just let them fall apart and his hard-on was 
trembling with rigidity. Cecile stared at it and she licked her lips and 
then he pulled her down onto the bed. Don got his fingers into her hair and 
he was hurting her. 

"'Suck it, baby,'he said. 

"She was on her hands and knees, her rump close to me and I could see the 
creamy white beauty of her thighs as her skirt hiked up. She was trembling 
and as Don's fingers hurt her, a thin line of juice ran down her leg and 
soaked her stocking at the knee. She said nothing, but a moment later her 
mouth was enveloping Don's stubby cock and she was making soft, whimpering 
sounds in her throat. He was squirming around and his face showed the 
extreme pleasure she was giving him. 

"She's the best cocksucker I've ever found,' he said to me. 'But she likes 
to be hurt and made to do it. She'll do anything you can think up if you 
hurt her first and make her do it.' 

"His face twisted into a tortured expression and I could see that he was 
coming and his hands were in her hair practically pulling it out by the 
roots. She was swallowing slowly, her tiny hands busy with his balls and the 
base of his dick and he kept talking to her, telling her to get it all, to 
keep sucking, harder and harder, always harder. Then he shut up and she 
began bobbing her head up and down again, slowly, until the backs of her 
thighs were streaked with new trickles and both of her knees were wet. 

"I sat there with my balls and my dick hurting me and I wondered what was 
going to happen next. She was working on him with real frenzy and a big gasp 
escaped him and then a big sigh and I knew that he was coming all over 
again. I envied Cecile, and I think I hated her right then. After a while, 
he patted her head and she slid her mouth off of him. She straightened up 
and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He put his hands around her 
waist and he kissed her. She was still overwrought and her eyes were out of 
focus but she smiled at him. 

"It has never been that good,' she said, 'never.' 

"I know, baby,' he said. 'Now turn around and see what a lovely cock Phil 
has. Suck him, too,.baby, and then I'll take care of you.' 

"She didn't answer him. She twisted and then settled down on her knees in 
front of me. When she say my dick her eyes went wide and she looked 
ecstatic. She began handling me, her dainty little fingers molding and 
kneading my balls. She got one hand around the base of my prong and when her 
sweet little mouth slid down over the head of it, I began to feel sensations 
like I had never known before. 

"She was moving her head up and down slowly, her tongue licking everywhere 
at once and it began to feel like I was touching a bare wire again and the 
electrical shocks were pounding in me over and over again. The sensations 
were just too intense and too beautiful to stand for long and she knew just 
when I was going to pop and just how to handle it. She slid her mouth 
upwards until she had the head of it under her tongue and she was sliding 
her tongue back and forth and exerting suction so strong that I felt the 
juice being dragged right out of my crotch. 

"I damned near had a stroke as her tongue slid down and teased the front of 
my organ and then she was shuddering and whimpering again as a tremendous 
load poured out of me. She began sliding her mouth downward again, 
swallowing slowly as the gushing continued. Then she exerted exquisite skill 
in seeking another one. My toes were curled up into claws and I was shaking 
violently, aware that I had never known such intense sensations. At that 
moment I loved Don's pretty little wife with an ardor that was wonderful. 
Don was watching her, and he was smiling. He could see what she was doing to 
me and surprisingly, he was hard again. 

"I've tried 'em all,' he said, 'But I've never known anyone could suck a 
cock like Cecile. She was born for it.' 

"While he was speaking, I started coming again and I could not have answered 
him if my life depended upon it. The second time was even better and my 
loins were filled with excruciating sensations as she forced a tremendous 
load out of me. It was too much for her to handle and I could feel some of 
it dribbling down my rod and splashing onto her fingers. She battled to get 
it all and she did. When it was all over, she slowly eased her mouth up and 
then began licking my rod, salvaging every drop. When she finished, she 
licked her fingers, too and then she sat back on her legs. She was shaking 
and her eyes were soft and gentle and extremely happy. She gave me a drunken 
smile and her hand reached out to pat my balls as she smiled happily again. 

"We took time out to have a smoke and Cecile sort of came back to herself. 
She just sat and ogled my sexual parts and it was very obvious that she 
liked what I had. 

"Don started telling me about the way he was. He and Cecile had been all 
right at first and then be got into the habit of whipping her and that sort 
of made him potent for a while, but even that failed too. It got so that he 
just couldn't get a hard-on no matter what. He could go with a guy and have 
no trouble, but he just couldn't get it up with Cecile. She would lick him 
and suck him and even tongue his rear-end but still he couldn't get it up. 
She would wind up sucking a soft cock and make him come like that. He said 
she could make a dead man come, but that was the best they could manage. But 
with me there, he was suddenly as potent and as hard as a high school boy. 
He was downright grateful to me for that. 

"Cecile didn't say much. She just kept staring at my crotch like she was 
staring at heaven and after a little of that I got another hard-on. She 
reached out and began jerking me off slowly and that got Don a little sore. 
He told her to let go of me and get out of her clothes so we would really 
have some fun. 

"She obeyed him without a word. She slid off the bed and faced us as she 
began unbuttoning her blouse. She got that off and her tits were so damned 
beautiful it hurt to look at them. They were not too large, maybe like firm 
little beauties, sharply pointed and sticking straight out with tiny red 
nipples. She was watching me as she undressed and she seemed to like my 
reaction to her body. 

"She dropped her skirt and slip and then was naked. There wasn't any hair on 
her crotch and her slit was tiny, just beginning at the base of her crotch. 
I found out later that she kept herself hairless there' because she had all 
sorts of wigs that she wore to excite Don. That way she could be convincing 
as a blonde, or a redhead, anything that he wanted. She turned away from us 
to place her clothes on a chair and she had a plump, tight bottom that 
jiggled slightly as she walked. She kicked off her shoes, then she came back 
to us on the bed, wearing a big, dreamy smile. 

"Don told her to be nice to me. He wanted to watch. She laid her Body down 
on my chest and I could feel her titties touching me. She started in necking 
with me. She was really hot and her tongue was darting in and out of my 
mouth. Don's fingers handled my cock and as she opened her legs and slid 
herself down, he guided my dick into her slippery little hole. She did 
something with her hips and swallowed it up. She swayed and I sensed what 
she wanted. I rolled over and she clung to me tightly, her mouth glued to 
mine, her hips thrusting tightly against my groin so that she could feel 
every inch of my dick inside of her. She was shivering and her heels dug 
into my back. 

"We were in motion, moving slowly and I could feel the wet slipperiness of 
her thighs against my skin and the tightness of her cunt. She was as tight 
as Don's asshole but lots slipperier. Her hips were thinking up against me 
each time I plunged into her and she was whistling and gasping for breath. 
There was exquisite pleasure in her and unbelievable passions. 

"We began shoving against each other as frenzy mounted in each of us and it 
went on for a long time. I could feel Don's fingers playing with my balls 
and then she was suddenly wild, her little ass was off of the bed, thrusting 
up at me and then moving up and down in a quick, convulsive vibrations. Her 
words were loud against my mouth. 'Oh, dear God,' she whimpered, I'm coming. 
Oh, God, am I coming!' 

"That was it for me, too. She used her little hips to jerk me off and 
suddenly the stuff was pouring out of me and I was shaking violently, torn 
and ruptured by a new and beautiful sensation. Every nerve in my body 
screamed in torment and her mouth opened and tried to swallow mine. Her 
tongue was flickering inside of my mouth and she was gasping and sucking the 
air right out of my throat. Her mouth closed down over my tongue and she 
sucked it as though it was my dick and our bodies sagged against the bed as 
the last of it coursed through our bodies. There was a long while when we 
couldn't move. She was kissing me sweetly, wetly, and my dick was still 
buried deep inside her honey pot. I was lying on top of her, my hips high to 
keep the weight off of her. At that moment I felt Don sliding his dick into 
my rear end and that was a real treat. 

"Cecile knew what he was doing and she began moving her hips again, trying 
for more of the unbelievable Acosta's we had known when we were screwing. I 
was hard again, stimulated by Don's dick in me and Cecile's sweet mouth was 
kissing me and loving me and we started in all over again with the deep, 
shuddering gasps, the fierce frenzies. Don was thrusting in and out of me 
and the sexual thrills I was feeling were greatly intensified. Cecile was 
doing that thing with her hips again, like jerking me off with her body and 
then she was screeching in deep sensation and I could feel her twat 
clenching and unclenching around my dick. Then Don came in me and I started 
coming and it poured out of me in a red hot stream that seemed to burn me 
inside. We were a shaking, gasping bundle of sweating meat and, as the 
passions waned, we struggled for breath and some sort of sanity. 

"Don moved away from me and I slid out of Cecile. I was still kissing her, 
holding her in my arms, and we were locked in loving embrace as I settled my 
hips beside her. I don't think I was too surprised when I realized that Don 
was eating her and enjoying it. He was making loud, liquid noises and 
Cecile's kisses were growing hotter and hotter as he worked at her crotch. 
Each time she came, her whole body would twitch and convulse and her mouth 
would suck harshly on my tongue. 

"I started to move away from her but she clung to me like a leech and when 
she finally spent herself, she was clutching me with slippery hands and her 
moan of extreme Acosta's was loud and ragged in my ears. She was soaked with 
sweat and so was I. When Don's mouth and tongue drove her into a spasm of 
sheer frenzy too great to withstand, she simply went limp in my arms and her 
mouth went slack. That little girl had really had herself a time. 

"When I finally sat up and looked at Don he was grinning. We both looked at 
Cecile's lily white body, still pulsing with the ending of her passions. Her 
eyes were closed and her face was pale. Don saw that I was a bit worried 
about her. 

"She's all right,' he said. That's the way she goes when it is really good 
for her. When I whip her she will flake out for an hour or more, but that's 
the way she likes it, so who am I to say no?' 

"I just shook my head, knowing that there was nothing for me to say. Don got 
up after a while and went off to take a shower. When he finished, I decided 
that I was going to take one, too. The spray of water on my cock got me hard 
again and when I went back into the bedroom, Cecile was sitting up smoking a 
cigarette. She eyed my dick with a hungry look and Don just laughed and told 
her to go ahead and eat it if she wanted to. She wasted no time in doing 
what he said. She handed me her cigarette and then she was treating me to 
another session of white hot heat in my loins and sweet misery in the rest 
of me. When she finished me off, she took her cigarette back from me and 
then went to take a shower for herself. 

"She fixed us a delicious dinner and we were able to talk about things. Don 
said that he was very happy that Cecile had finally found out about us, and 
she grinned and said that she was, too. She thought I had the nicest, 
biggest cock she had ever seen. 

"Don didn't like hearing that but Cecile laughed at his expression. She said 
that she shouldn't have said that, because Don didn't like hearing that sort 
of talk and she would pay dearly for her folly later on when he got out the 
whips for her. 

"When we finished our dinner we settled in the living room for coffee and 
cigarettes. They were almost out of cigarettes, and so was I. Don and I were 
wearing slacks and Cecile was wrapped up in her robe. Don was sore because 
she hadn't gotten plenty of cigarettes but he said that he would get dressed 
and go out and get some. She told him to get some milk, too. He just nodded 
and went to dress. A few minutes later he went out and we heard the car 
leaving. "Cecile ,got up and moved over to sit on the arm of my chair. She 
bent and found my mouth with her soft lips and she kissed me hotly, wetly. 
She slid down to the floor and sat there looking up at me. She smiled as she 
reached for my dick and sat there fondling it. 

"You have such a lovely cock,' she said softly. 'I love to suck you. God, do 
you give milk. Just like a cow.' 

"She was stroking it and squeezing it. I told her that I had enjoyed 
screwing her. She was so tight she was as good as virgin. She gave me a 
funny look and another smile. 

"I am practically a virgin in that place. I thought you knew. Don is 
strictly a back door man.' 

"She bent her head and kissed the tip of my dick and she laid her cheek 
against it as she looked up at me again. 

"Later on Don will beat me,' she said. 'You will watch, but don't try to 
stop him, no matter how harsh you think he is. Just remember, no matter what 
he does, that I've been through it all before and I love every single second 
of it. Don't try to interfere even if you think he's killing me. He's not.' 

"She got a sleepy look in her eyes as she rubbed the head of my dick and 
smiled at me. 

"I want to suck some more,' she said. 'All right?' 

"I wasn't able to argue the matter. She gave a little laugh and then started 
in on me again. Her hands were doing nice tilings to my balls and she began 
working a bit more enthusiastically. Then I sort of lost track of things. 
Don returned and he walked in just as she had me coming. He just laughed and 
put the cigarettes on a table. He went out to put the milk in the 
refrigerator in the kitchen. By the time he got back Cecile had emptied me 
as completely as a vacuum cleaner. She looked at Don with a naughty little 
girl smile and he just laughed. He sat down and she went after him and 
emptied his loins, too. He had no trouble getting an erection either. 

"We sat around talking for about an hour and then Don told Cecile to go into 
the bedroom and prepare herself to be punished. She gave him a sweet smile 
and went off without a word. He told me that he was going to really give her 
the full treatment and I could watch. Maybe, if he felt like it, he'd give 
me a taste of the whips too. He knew what they could do to me. I didn't 
answer him. I just went along with him. 

"Cecile was sitting before her vanity. She was naked and she was brushing 
her soft, dark hair. Don got out of his clothes and then he went to stand 
behind her. His hands reached down over her shoulders and he cupped one of 
her breasts in each hand. He squeezed cruelly and a screech of pure agony 
escaped her. She straightened and she was white and gasping as the pain tore 
through her body. He was holding her lovely breasts in a callous grip and 
the pain was excruciating if the look in her eyes meant anything. He pulled 
and she came up off the chair and he let her fall over backwards. As she 
fell, her legs parted and the fluids pulsing and welling from her sexual 
flesh showed her pleasure quite plainly. He told her to sit up because she 
was going to be titty-whipped to start with. 

"She knelt and held her torso high, the bruised breasts thrusting upwards 
and outwards. Don got a short-handled whip from a drawer and stood in front 
of her. He began striking her breasts, with the whip, first one, then the 
other. His strokes were not too harsh. He was whipping her lightly, the 
leather tongues of the whips slowly turning her delicate flesh a deep, 
blushing pink. 

"I looked at the whip and it had a little leather ball about the size of a 
large pea at the end of each tongue. These were stinging her flesh into 
glowing, tingling excitement. She had a wild, exalted expression on her face 
and it was apparent that she was enjoying it all. Watching, I noticed that 
he was stepping up the tempo of his strokes and was hitting the soft flesh 
harder and harder. She was swaying and moaning and it was plain that some 
sort of sexual frenzy was building up in her. He was slashing at her 
breasts, stinging the blood red nipples and the rest of her sensitive flesh. 
A shudder began in her body and as it swept through her, she began pleading 
with him. Harder, always harder. He obliged her and then she went into a 
sort of convulsion and her body just shook and rippled with a strange sort 
of tension and he stopped hitting her. She sagged down onto her legs and her 
body kept on with the heavy spasmed motions. 

"He walked away from her and went to the bureau drawer again. When he 
returned to her he fastened two steel clamps, the type used to clip papers 
together, on each of her nipples. She groaned with pain as she straightened 
up, and the clamps were cutting deeply into the sensitive flesh of her 
nipples. Then he stood in front of her and her arms went around his legs as 
she slid her face upward until her mouth captured his hard cock. With the 
pain of the clamps driving her, she brought him to glory in one hell of a 
hurry. He almost fell when she popped him and she drank too deeply to suit 
him, I guess. He hauled off and slammed her in the face to dislodge her. 
Then he told me to stand in front of her while she did the same thing to me. 

"The fury of the pains that she must have been experiencing did something 
quite amazing to her ardor and she sucked like a vampire and when it was all 
over, she still wanted more and more, always more. I was trying to dislodge 
her head with my hands when I felt the sting of a strap across my behind. 
Don had a long strap in his hands. It was about four feet long and two 
inches wide, and he was slamming it across my behind. I saw the look on his 
face and I just stood there and let him hit me, because while he was 
whipping my ass his pretty little wife was forcing me into another orgasm. 

"He kept hitting me harder and harder and it began to feel nice and warm. My 
whole midsection was prickling with exquisite sensations and when Cecile 
slid her mouth all the way down, I started coming. She drank like a desert 
traveler. The sensations were multiplied a thousand-fold and the sexual 
pleasures I was enjoying were just too much. I couldn't stay on my feet. I 
fell to the floor and Cecile never missed a beat. I was down on all fours 
and my rear-end was exposed. Don took advantage of it and he began using the 
strap again. I couldn't get my dick away from Cecile and as my rear-end 
began to burn and tingle with sharp sexual feelings, I knew that Cecile was 
going to get more of what she was after. 

"I felt the strap stinging my nuts and between my legs and it got so 
exciting I began to shake violently. Then I was pouring my strength into 
Cecile's mouth and she was slaking an impossible thirst with my strengths. 
The strap was still touching my rear-end and the rest of me and it all 
became too much to bear. A thready feeling of excruciating sensation ran 
through my loins. Cecile was drawing off another batch of honey and I could 
feel her forcing every single drop from me. A great white light seemed to 
burst in my brain and it was the most wonderful sensation ever. A moment 
later I was out cold on the floor. 

"When I woke, Don was still using the strap, but not on me. Cecile was on 
her knees, her head and chest resting in the seat of a chair. Don was 
stroking the clear white flesh of her shoulders and her back. I sat up and 
watched. Her backside was facing me and I could see that her sexual flesh 
was convulsing every time he hit her. The juices were pouring from her, 
sliding down her thighs and puddling in the hollows of her knees. 

"He was gradually working his way downward till he was finally stroking the 
pulpy flesh of her bewitching buttocks. She was moaning and twitching as he 
worked on her lovely bottom. I saw the strap smash in the tender flesh 
between her legs but it didn't seem to bother her. The juices ran a little 
freer but that was all. Her bottom began swaying from side to side and she 
began the thrusting movements like she was screwing somebody and a thin, 
high, keening sound began coming from her throat. 

"Don was smiling now. He put the strap down and got out a long-handled whip 
with two lashes to it, each tipped with a round leather ball. He took up a 
position beside her moving bottom, facing away from her. He began stroking 
her flesh with the whips, lashing her smartly between her legs and the 
little round leather balls were dancing all over her sexual flesh until her 
whole crotch began to withdraw into her body. He lashed her even harder 
then. He was abusing her like an animal and she shivered, and then she was 
screeching and it was a loud, ugly sound. Suddenly her whole crotch sort of 
blew outwards and the juices began pouring out of her. 

"She was having a monumental sexual convulsion. Don hit her once more and 
that did it for her. She began shaking herself to pieces, but the sweet 
Acosta's she had achieved was very much apparent. She slowly collapsed onto 
the floor and lay there, a heaving, pulsating creature, locked in the throes 
of a sensual Acosta's too intense for most people to even imagine. 

"Don wanted us to have a party afterwards. He said she would be in 
convulsions for an hour or more and we could enjoy ourselves. Knowing what 
he could do with the whips, and that I had never been a match for him, I 
joined him on the bed. I enjoyed his cock and let him enjoy mine. There just 
wasn't anything else to do. 

"Cecile was just coming out of it when we finished our little party. She sat 
up and looked around and it was an effort for her to remember where she was 
and what had happened to her. She saw us and smiled. Don went over to help 
her and she kissed him very sweetly. She thanked him for the wonderful 
pleasures he had given to her and she told him that she would be a good girl 
for a long time until she needed some more attention. 

"She was a real mess so she went into the shower again and when she returned 
to us she was herself again. She put a robe on and sat down on the bed with 
us to have a smoke. She smiled at me. 

"Well,' she said, Vhat do you think of us now?' 

"I just told her it seemed that she liked what she had gotten and Don 
enjoyed giving it to her, so it was all okay, I guessed. I had to admit that 
even I had responded to the whips rather surprisingly. Don just laughed. He 
said he had learned that about me when we were still kids. I should have 
remembered. "I looked down at my wilted and overworked sexual organs and I 
was very much surprised that they could have actually done the remarkable 
things that they had done. Don said that the whips could stimulate people to 
unbelievable accomplishments. I believed him without any argument. 

"Our sexual orgy was over for the time being. Cecile said she would make us 
some hot chocolate and then we could all go to bed. When she said that, Don 
laughed and said that I would never be able to deprive Cecile of my big dong 
again. I would stay the night and she would wake me up in the very nicest 
way. In the morning we would talk about things. 

"That's the way that first day ended. But in the morning we resumed and 
balled all day. Cecile and Don insisted that I should live with them because 
that would make everything easier for all of us. Cecile promised me that she 
would make my life a pleasure and that Don and I could enjoy ourselves to 
the utmost right in their own home, and we would have her to play with, too. 

"Well, that's the way it worked out. We have been living together for a long 
time and we enjoy our life. What goes on inside the walls of our house is 
our private affair and while we don't spread it around, if we want to live 
like that, who the hell cares about it? 

"And the way things are today, we aren't much different from our neighbors. 
We enjoy the things that we do together. That's the big thing-togetherness." 

 CHAPTER FIVE Motherly Love 

The statement that sex is mankind's greatest comforter has been attributed 
to the philosopher Nietzsche, and since his time, many have come to agree 
with him. Others have insisted that sensual Acosta's is the ultimate in 
sensation that the body can know. This has become pretty well established, 
especially by our present permissive culture. 

While it is true that many rewarding experiences can come from incestuous 
relationships of one type or another, many experts agree that a relationship 
developed between mother and daughter can often possess elements of warmth 
and tenderness not usually found in other types of incestuous affairs. While 
this might be understandable to many, the case histories now coming to light 
expose many instances of such relationships wherein the young have been 
shamefully exploited or abused. 

Oddly enough, it would appear that the young seem little concerned whether 
they are exploited or not, and many report a salacious desire for such 
treatment. 'very often, it is the young who corrupt, and many give as the 
reason for their sexual precocity, the type of diet and climate in which 
they live. 

Extensive investigation would tend to show that today's young people 
discover the pleasures of masturbation at an exceptionally young age and 
practice this solitary vice until they can achieve something more 
satisfactory for themselves. Knowing full well that they live in a climate 
of sexual permissiveness, many of today's young people are predatory and on 
fire with sexual yearnings long before they should be. And it must be 
admitted that many case histories tend to show that the young are often the 
aggressors in such relationships. But this need not necessarily be true 
always. Many authorities are inclined to believe that young and pretty 
mothers who are oversexed to start with and were too precocious when they 
were young, often look upon their off-spring with a predatory or hungry 
gaze. 

When the daughter of such a mother is already deeply immersed in the 
pleasures of sexuality, the situation becomes fraught with amazing and 
oftentimes disastrous possibilities. Then, too, such situations can work out 
for the advantage of all concerned. 

One young lady with a rather bizarre background reported that she was always 
a sexual offender. She had a mother who was very young and very lovely and 
she got into trouble at a very early age. Her name is Sharon G. and she is 
at present twenty-two. She has been married to Greg, twenty-six, a handsome 
young man who works as a statistician in an actuarial office of an insurance 
company. Sharon feels no shame or remorse for anything that she has done. 

"The thing nowadays is to have fun," she asserts. "After all, we will be a 
long time dead and no one knows anything nicer than the pleasures that sex 
can give, and today's scheme is to enjoy sex to the very utmost. And do the 
things that you want to do. Don't worry, there are lots of people doing 
whatever they want to do and they just enjoy this life. We don't really know 
about any other." 

Sharon is a shapely blonde but only because she likes being a blonde. She 
thinks that if she allowed her hair to regain its normal color she would 
probably be a brunette. She is admittedly hedonistic to a surprising degree 
and very proud of her candor. 

"My little honey pot started itching when I was still in rompers, and I 
found out that I could have beautiful sensations by masturbating when I was 
still a child. I guess I realized as I got older that I was a hot pants. 
Oversexed they call it nowadays. 

"There was just my mother and me because my father ran off right after my 
mother and he got married. Well, actually, my mother had me when she was 
fourteen. She was pretty well-developed and she persuaded everyone that she 
was seventeen, so she got away with it. Her folks weren't going to say 
anything, not when she had a bellyful of baby at that age. The guy married 
her, but he took off and she had the job of raising me. Irma, that's my 
mother, was always beautiful, and that's probably why she got hit right 
away. She is a real blonde and she has a gorgeous body. She has always kept 
herself in shape and lots of guys have wanted her but after that first 
experience, she couldn't see any of them. 

"She always worked while I was growing up and we got along very well. We 
were very close, really. By the time I was about thirteen, I was pretty 
well-developed and she was always telling me how pretty I was and how much 
she loved me. She was always teasing me about what a pretty figure I had and 
when I'd put on a bathing suit she told me I was gorgeous. Things like that. 
And, of course, I loved hearing that sort of talk. 

"Irma would have guys come to the house and take her out and as soon as she 
would be gone, I'd go into my bedroom and start playing with myself, making 
believe that it was me the guy was going out with and we'd have sex. I'd 
really get turned on with that kind of thinking and I could keep myself 
coming for the whole evening. I really had a set of glands and a wonderful 
imagination, so I was having myself a grand time. 

"The summer I was fifteen, Irma and I took a cottage at the seashore. She 
was always watching me as I moved around and kept telling me that I was so 
lovely. She said that it hurt to look at me. Well, that summer I was fifteen 
and Irma was a very youthful twenty-nine but she looked more like nineteen. 
I could see enough of her body to know that she had firm, shapely breasts, a 
narrow waist, long, beautiful legs and a cute posterior. She was a real 
luscious dish and lots of guys were after her. But she wasn't having any, 
thank you. 

"We became very close that summer at the beach. Actually, it was only two 
weeks because that was all the vacation that she could take. She had a good 
job and she wasn't going to take any chances on losing it. When we went home 
to our drab apartment, I was kind of depressed but I hung around the house 
playing with myself all the time and watching television. 

"One day I got to thinking about Irma's beautiful body and just thinking 
about her got me so excited sexually I was half-nuts. I went into the 
bathroom and sat down on the toilet and I started masturbating furiously. 
The clothes hamper was right in front of me. I opened it to put my pants in 
and there was a pair of Irma's fancy panties. I picked them up and held them 
up against my nose. I just wanted to see what Irma smelled like. There was a 
heavy, fragrant odor in her panties and I liked the smell. I kept on playing 
with myself until I busted loose all over myself. I never had such a wallop 
of a little clit massage before and I just couldn't understand it. But 
always after that, whenever Irma was finished in the bathroom with a shower 
or something, I'd pretend that I had to go and I'd get her panties and pet 
myself until I blasted off. 

"One night I was doing my hair and she was sitting at the kitchen table, 
leafing through a magazine and watching me. I was getting it too light and I 
was bitching about it, so she finally began helping me. She looked at it and 
told me that I was very pretty as a blonde and she hoped I'd stay that way. 
I said that I wasn't a real blonde like her and she just laughed at me. She 
asked who on earth would ever know the difference. I said that with the 
mini-skirts and the sheer panties the girls were wearing, anyone who got the 
chance to look up my dress could tell I wasn't a real blonde. She just 
laughed and said I'd have to be careful. 

"Then she gave me a funny sort of look. She asked me if I knew that lots of 
girls were shaving off their pubic hair. 

"It's very simple, really, dear,' she said. 'You just shave the hair off and 
then you use a depilatory lotion. That gets rid of the stubble and you just 
keep yourself that way. Lots of girls don't want hair anywhere on their 
body. It used to be that girls did nothing about the hair under their arms, 
then they started shaving it and they are so much cleaner and daintier that 
way. Perhaps you could think about it, dear.' 

"I don't know why, but I started trembling. I held out my hands and they 
were shaking. 

"I'd cut myself to pieces,' I said, laughing. 'I could never make it.' 

"She was standing close to me and she gave me a funny look. 

"Do you do it?' I asked. 

"She nodded. She said that she had been keeping her crotch clean of hair for 
years. Mainly because she liked wearing bikinis and she didn't want her 
pubic hair showing. And it made her lots daintier and cleaner. Pubic hair 
held odors that were not too nice. 

"Would you do it for me? Shave me, I mean?' 

"She gave me another funny look and she smiled. 

"Honey, I'd never survive it,' she said. 

"I guess I just gave her a puzzled look. I couldn't understand what she 
meant and she gave a big sigh and sat down. She stared at me and her smile 
was a little crooked. 

"Honey,' she said, "you are very lovely. You have a beautiful body. And I'm 
a regular sex fiend. I don't know what would happen if I ever got between 
your pretty legs.' 

"She was staring at me and I was staring at her and suddenly I was on fire 
between my legs. I was shaking and I really had the hots. Remembering how 
her panties had affected me, I couldn't help thinking how turned-on I'd get 
if I actually got close to what made them smell so nice. 

"Let's try it and see,' I said. 

"She got up and pulled me into her arms. She hugged me to her but she was 
very nervous. She took me by the hand and we went into the bathroom. She 
watched as I pulled my panties off. When she looked at the dark curls on my 
pelvis, she turned white. She told me to lie down on the floor and spread my 
legs wide open. She would get the razor and the soap. I did as she told me 
to do. She knelt between my legs and as soon as she touched me between my 
legs I came and she saw it. She looked up at me and she smiled. 

"You are a little hot pants, aren't you?' she said. 

"She was touching my sex with her fingers and suddenly she put her finger 
right on the little guy and that popped me all over again but this time it 
was a really big one. Wow! She kept on exciting my little clit and then one 
of her fingers slipped inside and I started wriggling around and making 
crazy sounds. She shook her head sort of dumbly. 

"I'm jerking you off, baby,' she said. 'I can do lots better than that."Lots 
better.' 

"She put the razor and the soap down and then she knelt and buried her face 
in my crotch. Then she was sucking my little hot box and her tongue was 
driving me up the walls. I lost my brains in a hurry and she just kept right 
on triggering one orgasm after another for me and it got to be the most 
wonderful experience I had ever known. It kept building and building in me 
and each time I'd come it would feel like it wasn't quite complete but if 
she kept on I'd finally make it. And sure enough, I got to the point where I 
was writhing and squirming and gasping for wind and all of a sudden all the 
tickling and tingling came to a head and I started coming all over the 
place. It was an orgasm so massive, so completely unexpected that I lost 
control of everything and I peed in her face. I didn't mean to, but I did. 
She stayed right with my overworked pussy and when she finally left me there 
wasn't a nerve in my body that wasn't completely at peace. 

"She got up and she kissed me. She helped me get up on my feet and we went 
out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Her bedroom. She smiled and asked 
me what I thought of my mother now. I put my arms around her and I kissed 
her, hotly, gratefully. 

"She pushed me away and began getting out of her clothes. She told me that 
she came a lot of times while she was making love to me and she would have 
to take a shower. I didn't want that. I was dying to do to her what she had 
done to me. I told her so and her whole face lit up with a beautiful smile. 
She asked me if I was sure. I told her hell yes. I was dying to make love to 
her. She didn't fight me any and when I finally got my face between her 
thighs and I began to smell her bald little pussy I went ape and tongued her 
into spilling herself all over my face. 

"She was pouring out juice and I could taste it. It was the nicest thing I 
had ever tasted and I just couldn't get enough. I drove her out of her skull 
and she was moaning and begging me to tongue her harder and harder and she 
pushed my mouth right where she. wanted it and then I hit the right spot for 
her. She gave out a little scream of pure delight and then she came, but 
good. Jesus, did she ever come. She was holding the back of my head, forcing 
her sex into my mouth and her hips were vibrating up and down in my face and 
even after she came, she couldn't stop. She kept telling me to suck, that 
made it feel so much nicer. I did what she told me to do and then she sort 
of went a little crazy again with the hips and then she came all over again 
and that was it for her. She had had it. 

"We lay locked in each other's arms for a long time, and she was crying but 
she said it was only nerves. She would be all right in just a little while. 
We had a smoke and then she began with the recriminations. She had seduced 
her own child, she was a leper and all that. I told her what I was really 
like, always playing with myself and I told her how glad I was that we had 
finally gotten together. Now I wouldn't have to masturbate any more and I 
was very happy about that. 

"We had about twenty minutes of recriminations and then we spent the rest of 
the night making love. The sixty-nine and the whole bit. Once we started we 
went the whole route. 

"We kept on doing that all the time we could be together. It was more than a 
week before we could finally calm down enough for Irma to shave my snatch. 
But she finally did it and she looked after it from then on, you know, the 
lotion and all. 

"She seemed to love taking care of my privates. She was always fingering me, 
rubbing salves and oils into my pubic area and when she was finished fooling 
around with it she would go down on me and I would be in heaven for a long, 
long time. 

"After she had taken care of my immediate problems, she liked to have me 
make love to her. You know, kissing and hugging. Then I would lick her 
breasts and suck them. She could stand just so much of that and then I would 
have to put my mouth over her little slit and really go to town on her. 
After a while we would wind up in a wild sixty-nine and that would finish it 
up for us. 

"Irma was often going out on dates and very often she would come home with 
the fruits of an evening of love between her legs and I have to admit that I 
enjoyed her then most of all. She said that I was depraved and very often 
when she wanted to say no to her boyfriend, she didn't because she always 
like to come home with a nice present for me. We were that blunt about 
things. She was always teasing me about being such a hot pants. 

"Then she met Leroy and started going with him. He was a nice guy. I mean, 
Hiked him. He was younger than Irma by a couple of years and whenever she 
brought him home he was always looking at me and watching me as I moved 
around. It got to the point where it was a bit unnerving. Irma knew but she 
just laughed and she said that Leroy thought I was lovely. 

"She was on the pill and she was laying for Leroy. She said that he was a 
wild one. There just wasn't anything that he wouldn't do and she was crazy 
about him. 

"She was very careful to explain everything to me. She said that she was 
hoping that she and Leroy would get married. He was just the kind of guy 
that she wanted and he adored me so she thought that we could be very happy 
together. She made it very clear that nothing was ever going to disturb our 
relationship and that made me feel better. 

"One night she came home with a package after her date with Leroy and when I 
asked her what was in the box, she just laughed and said that Leroy had 
gotten her a present. She opened the box and it contained a very life-like 
dildo. She strapped that on and she used it on me and that thing drove me 
out of my mind. After she had made me come a few times with it, she wanted 
me to put it on and screw her with it. I did it and I really enjoyed doing 
that to her. When we finally wore ourselves out, we sat up in bed and 
smoked, just before going to sleep. 

"Then I began to wonder why Leroy would give her such a present. Who did he 
think she would use it on? It seemed that Irma had done some talking. I 
asked her about it and she got all red in the face. She finally admitted 
that she had told Leroy about us. He had gotten it out of her one night when 
they had been drinking. 

"We were talking about you and he was saying how pretty you were and how he 
would just love to get his hands on you. Then he said that you were probably 
Miss Little Innocent and you were just too young to know what was what. 
Well, I guess I said some things I should not have said, because the first 
thing I knew he had it all out of me. He just laughed and said that we must 
have had some stirring times together. I admitted that we certainly did have 
some wonderful times. Then he asked me if I had a dildo and when I said no, 
he said he would get one for us. That's all.' 

"That wasn't really quite all because I knew I would be embarrassed facing 
Leroy the next time he came around. 

"'lle's dying to get at you," Irma said thoughtfully. "Maybe I'd better 
break off with him." 

"I stared at her and then it dawned on me that we could all have lots more 
fun if we just added Leroy to our little group. He was enjoying Irma anyway, 
why not have us a three-way party? 

'"Why don't we let him?' I said, smiling at Irma. 'I mean, why don't we let 
him get at me? We could have us a real ball.' 

"Irma sat straight up in the bed and she turned her head to stare at me. 
Then she smiled and I could see that the idea delighted her. She reached out 
and put her arms around me and then she kissed me and we were both shivering 
just thinking about it. 

"You really want to?' she asked, watching my face. 

"Why not? I like Leroy and we can have such fun.' 

"You're awful,' she said, but I could see that she was happy. 

"We slid down in the bed and began kissing again and talking about Leroy and 
all had gotten us both hot so we wound up in another sixty-nine that was 
even nicer than before. 

"She brought Leroy home for dinner the next night and she told me that she 
hadn't said anything to him about what we had in mind. She thought that we 
would talk it all over after dinner. Leroy just couldn't take his eyes off 
of me and when I was working out in the kitchen fixing things he came out 
there to visit with me. I gave him a cup of coffee and he kept staring at me 
with his heart in his eyes. Irma was all dolled up and she was full of 
smiles as she watched Leroy's obvious interest in me. 

"She chased him out of the kitchen and he went into the living room to watch 
TV. Irma looked at me a little uncertainly and she asked me if I was sure I 
knew what I was doing. I gave her a smile and I told her that I sure did. I 
told her, too, that just looking at Leroy gave me a bad case of the hots 
every damned time. She grinned and then she hugged me close to her for a 
moment. 

"Well have such good times, baby,' she said. 

"Dinner was a rather quiet and subdued affair because we were all a bit 
nervous. Then we settled in the living room for coffee and cigarettes. Leroy 
began looking at his watch and it seemed that he wanted Irma to go out with 
him. She told him that they weren't going to go out. She had decided that 
they would stay home and visit with me for a change. 

"He shrugged and when he looked at me Irma asked him if he didn't think I 
was lovely. He said he sure did. He thought I was the prettiest damned thing 
he had ever seen. Irma laughed softly and she winked at me. 

"Sharon dear,' she said, 'why don't you put on that pretty new bathing suit 
I bought you and let Leroy see how you look in that. Would you like to?' 

"Leroy's tongue was practically hanging out. I wanted to put the skimpy suit 
on and see what looking at me then did to him. I smiled and said I'd be 
right back and then I went into my bedroom and put on the wispy suit. The 
halter barely covered my nipples and the tiny triangle of orange-colored 
silk just barely covered my crotch. I fluffed my hair out and put on a 
little lipstick and I knew that I looked very nice. I went out to the living 
room and Leroy's mouth popped open. I pirouetted in front of him and I knew 
that he was seeing practically all of my buttocks. Irma was staring at me 
too and I was pleased that she thought me so pretty. I could see her 
reaction in her eyes. Leroy lit a cigarette and his hands were shaking. Irma 
was watching him with a funny kind of expression on her face. "Isn't she 
lovely, Leroy?' she asked quietly. He just nodded, still too stunned to say 
anything much. I kept moving around, and doing things. You know, like 
lighting a cigarette and placing an ashtray in front of him. I knew that 
when I bent to set the ashtray down he could see my breasts quite clearly. 
Irma was sitting beside him and she was kind of holding on to his arm. She 
kissed him on the cheek. 

"You'll be her stepfather,' she said, 'and a stepfather who has a lovely 
daughter who adores him enjoys certain privileges and pleasures. You knew 
that, didn't you?' 

"He was still staring at me and his silly grin was a mile wide. I went over 
to them and I slowly sat down on the floor in front of Leroy. I was looking 
up at him with an adoring look and Irma was hugging him and squeezing him. 

"Sharon adores you, darling,' she said. 'Didn't you know? And we know that 
you think her very wonderful. We do know that, don't we, dearest?' 

"She put her hand between his legs and touched him and he jumped. Irma was 
patting him there and it was obvious that he had a hell of a big prick and a 
beautiful hard-on. Irma got his fly open and she put her hand inside his 
pants and the next thing I knew his big dick was staring me in the face. So 
was he. He was so entranced with looking into my eyes he didn't move a 
muscle as Irma exposed his cock and his balls too. She began stroking it and 
he pushed her hand away again. Irma kissed him on the mouth and she was 
pouting very prettily. 

"Darling,' she said softy, 'after all, Sharon did this to you. Isn't it only 
right that she do something about it for you?' 

"I reached out and I put my hand around his big dick and I could feel it 
throbbing against my palm. We were still staring into each other's eyes. I 
knew what I wanted to do. So many nights I'd eaten the fruits of his loins 
when Irma came home to me after a time in bed with him. I wanted to taste 
him and to enjoy the fruits of his loins all by myself. I bent my head and I 
started kissing the tip of his big dick and Irma giggled. 

"Oh, dear,' she said. 'I think my baby wants to nurse. Let her nurse for a 
little while?' 

"Leroy reached out and patted my head and then he shoved his hips forward 
and his noble rod just stood straight and tall and then I put my mouth down 
over it and Irma began kissing him, hotly and passionately. She was being 
turned-on just by what I was doing. I started moving my head up and down and 
the second time I slid my mouth downward, he came. He really came but good 
and Irma realized it and she hugged him and kissed him hotly. I just kept on 
tasting him and I was shaking with a wild frenzy of sheer sexual lust. 

"Poor Leroy, we were keeping him too busy to do much of anything. Irma kept 
on kissing him and slobbering over him and I kept on sucking his cock and 
after a very short time, he came all over again. I knew that Irma was going 
to have to share his lovely dick with me from then on. I was wild for more 
and more of his honey and I hated to stop, but there were other tilings to 
do and I could hear Irma asking him over and over again, wasn't that nice 
and wasn't her baby a living doll, tilings like that. I slid my mouth off of 
his prong and it was all red and sort of wilted. 

"I looked up at Leroy and he looked astounded, but in a very nice way. I 
stood up and then I noticed that the tiny triangle of silk covering my 
little pussy was soaked. I had come several times while I was sucking him 
off, but I could come if a warm breeze hit me down there, so I just hadn't 
paid much attention. Irma noticed and she touched the wet silk and she 
laughed. 

"I think my baby had a nice time for herself, too,' she said. 

"Leroy reached out and touched my crotch and I slid the damned patch away 
and let him put his fingers right into cunt. I was seething with lust and 
beautiful sexual feelings and when he started using his fingers between my 
legs I came in his hand and then I started to shake and I couldn't stop. 
Irma took Leroy's hand away from my sex and she stood up. 

"This is so silly,' she said, laughing. 'Let's all go into the bedroom where 
we can all have fun.' 

"She pulled Leroy up onto his feet and he looked so silly with his clothes 
on and his stiff cock and balls hanging out. He had a dumb-looking grin on 
his face and he went along with Irma without the least little bit of 
resistance. I followed them and when I got into the bedroom Irma was helping 
him off with his clothes. I just took my halter off and then my tiny patch 
and I laid down on the bed and kept right on staring into Leroy's eyes. He 
looked very nice without clothes on. He and I were naked and Irma was the 
only one with clothes on. Irma grasped his big hard-on and she kissed him 
again on the mouth. 

"Why don't you fuck her, darling,' she said passionately, 'and I'll get 
undressed while you two are having fun.' 

"Leroy gave her his silly grin and then he moved over to the bed and me and 
when he settled down on top of me, I used my finger to guide that lovely 
cock of his right where I wanted it and I was so sensitive down there I 
could feel every silly millimeter as it went in. And it was nothing like the 
dildo. My legs went up around his back and then I hung on as that damned 
cock of his drove me insane. My whole body was on fire with sweet cravings 
and I just couldn't stop coming. He was shuddering and making lots of noise 
and at one point I turned my head and I saw Irma. She was standing naked by 
the bed, her legs apart and she was masturbating furiously, her face twisted 
into a grimace of extreme sensual lust. She was having a ball watching her 
daughter getting fucked by her boyfriend. 

"I had sort of calmed Leroy down by blowing him a couple of times but even 
that wasn't enough. We were clinging to each other, making a hell of a 
racket as he pumped it to me and I began squealing and battling him as I 
felt the big one beginning in me. He started to shake too, and then I could 
feel the hot juice spurting inside of me and that did it for me. I just came 
with the damnedest spasm I'd ever had and by the time it was all over I was 
too weak to move or utter a sound. 

"He moved away from me and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted to keep 
that lovely tool of his inside of me forever. But he laid down beside me and 
began kissing my slack mouth. Then I felt Irma's greedy mouth between my 
legs and she was going ape and making lots of funny noises. With him kissing 
me and her sucking me, I flaked out all over the place. They couldn't keep 
me still. I was yelling like an Indian, torn and twisted by passions too 
rich to resist and finally Irma's educated tongue flicked me into another 
big climax and then I simply drifted off to sleep. 

"They were on the bed with me when I opened my eyes again and Irma was 
sucking his cock and she was really doing an expert job of it. He was busy, 
too. She was sitting on his head and his tongue was sliding up inside of her 
and his lips were glued to home plate. At that moment I don't think they 
knew I existed. Or cared. 

"I sat up and watched and I realized that I felt awfully good. I felt fit 
and rested and eager for more sex. I was filled with a feeling of great 
happiness and I was sure that I loved both of them very much. I was glad 
that Leroy and I had finally made it. 

"I kept on watching Irma and Leroy and pretty soon they both began to thresh 
around and I knew that they were making each other come and I watched Irma 
swallowing slowly as his juices flooded her mouth. She had her eyes closed 
and she was still trying to get more and more out of him. When she began 
coming, too, she sort of went a little nuts with her mouth and I was sure 
that she was hurting him. But he started bouncing her around on his hips and 
then she was swallowing again so she must have known just what she was 
doing. 

"She stopped after a while and then rolled off of him and then the two of 
them lay there, panting and drying off. They were both covered with sweat so 
I guess that it had been pretty good for them. It was quite a while before 
Irma was able to rouse herself. When she sat up and looked at me, she 
grinned. She glanced at Leroy and we were both surprised to see that he was 
sound asleep. 

"Irma suggested that we could probably do with some rest too, so we just 
flopped on the bed and I fell sound asleep in a hurry. 

"When I woke again it was morning and Leroy was lying on his back. He was 
asleep but he had a huge hard-on. I heard the shower and I knew that Irma 
was in the bathroom. An overpowering urge to suck Leroy came over me and I 
slid close to him and I had his big cock in my mouth and I was massaging his 
balls with my fingers when he woke up. He reached down and patted my head 
and a moment later he flooded my throat with a lovely present. When I kept 
right on trying for more, he just squirmed a little and patted my head 
again. Irma came out of the bathroom, tying a sash around her robe. She saw 
what I was doing and smiled. She went to Leroy and she kissed him on the 
mouth. She asked him what he would like for breakfast and he was just too 
stirred up to answer her. She kissed him again and said she would fix it for 
him. 

"My baby is having hers right now, I think,' she said gaily. 

"She was right. Leroy was coming again and that got me awfully hot. I swung 
around and draped my hips across his face and he started eating me too. The 
two of us had no interest in breakfast or anything else for a long time. 

"When we were both wrung out completely, we got up and went into the kitchen 
and Irma fed us a good breakfast. She told us that we were all going to stay 
home and enjoy ourselves and no one argued with her. 

"We had a lovely day and I guess we tried everything. Irma strapped on the 
dildo and she insisted upon fucking both Leroy and me and once I saw what 
that dildo did to him when she used it on his rear-end, I was quite willing 
to give it a try. That turned out to be most enjoyable. Irma made me sit 
astride Leroy's hips and take his big cock in my cunt, then I had to bend 
flat over him while she rammed the dildo up my ass and that drove me right 
off of the pad. We had us a wild time with that one and when it was all 
over, Irma insisted on eating me. 

"After a while, we figured out that we were going to have a very lovely life 
together and Leroy and Irma decided that they would get married. Later on, 
of course, they did and we all lived together in a state of exceptional 
bliss. 

"Leroy turned out to be a real ball of fire. In the mornings, he would let 
me suck him off, maybe twice, while Irma was busy fixing breakfast. Then 
while we were eating, she would blow him and eat me for a while and then go 
off to work. In the evenings we would have time for the more ambitious 
projects like screwing and using the dildo and things like that. 

"Life went on like that for several years and we were very happy but after a 
while it wasn't the big charge that it had been. I was grown up and while 
Irma had herself a guy, I had nothing. I started going out on dates once in 
a while. I was working and I wanted something that was missing in my life 
but I didn't quite know what it was. Then I met Greg and I knew what it was 
all right. I needed my own guy. 

"I fell head over heels in love with Greg and he fell for me. I think we 
were good kids for about two dates and then we got to talking about sex. You 
know, the way kids will. First they talk it to death, then they get around 
to trying it and then it works out or it doesn't. 

"Naturally, by the time I met Greg my sexual appetites were pretty rich. I 
was hung up on the cocksucking bit. I loved jism the way a drunk loves 
booze, and while I loved pulling it right from the fountain, I could enjoy 
it just as much, if not more, sucking it out of Irma's twat after Leroy had 
laid her. The whole thing was according to how hot I was at the time. 

"So, when I met Greg and we started talking, he told me that he was 
oversexed and always had been. His balls just wouldn't ever quit, and I told 
him that I thought I had an exceptional sex drive too, because I was always 
dreaming and hoping for someone who could keep up with me. Then we got 
around to discussing about how we would get married anyway so we started 
fooling around. I discovered that he had a nice big cock and as soon as I 
started playing with it, I started drooling. Jesus, I ached with a raw, 
burning hunger that just wouldn't let me alone. 

"I sat in the front seat of his car on a lonely dark road and I was using my 
hand on him and he had his fingers buried between my legs and I just kept 
getting hotter and hotter and I finally told him, kind of forlornly, that I 
wanted to fix him up but I was afraid of getting pregnant. Then I said that 
maybe I could blow him if he'd like me, too. He sure did like me to. He 
hugged me and told me that he loved having a girl do that best of all. Two 
seconds later I was sliding my mouth down over his throbbing dick and I no 
sooner started with my tongue than he started spurting. Jesus, could that 
boy give milk! It just kept coming out and coming out and no matter how hard 
I tried, I just couldn't seem to dry him up. He was playing with my hair and 
using his fingers and he felt it when I came, too. He sensed that I was good 
at what I was doing and that I had a hell of a thirst. 

"Keep sucking, honey,' he said, 'I can come six times in an hour, so just 
keep going.' 

"He was bragging, I was sure, and I tried to keep count, but I sort of lost 
track, of things. I just kept on sucking him and every little once in a 
while he would fill my mouth with delicious honey and then I would start in 
all over again. He was precious, he was delicious and after a few hours with 
that wonderful cock of his in my mouth, I knew that he was never going to 
get away from me. 

"We finally took time out to rest and stop shaking. He asked me if I 
wouldn't like to go to his place. There I could suck him for as long as I 
wanted to and he would do the same thing for me. That seemed like a sensible 
idea to me so we drove to where he had a small bachelor pad. Once we were 
inside I started getting out of my clothes and so did he. We laid down on 
his bed and I straddled him the way I did Leroy and he started sending me 
into orbit and I made another attempt to milk him dry. I didn't even 
accomplish it and finally I had to quit. You can only do so much, no matter 
how hot you get. It was four o'clock in the morning when he finally took me 
home. Irma and Leroy were sound asleep so I didn't see them until the 
morning. It was a Saturday so we had plenty of time to talk. 

"They both knew Greg and they liked him and he was always teasing me about 
my beautiful young mother and my handsome stepfather. When I told them that 
I was going to marry Greg they didn't like it worth a damn. Irma said that 
her plans for me did not include marriage and if I really thought that she 
and Leroy were going to let me go out of their life, I was crazy. And I was 
still under age and needed her consent, so I could just forget it. 

"Greg called me a little later and he knew that I was awfully unhappy. He 
asked me what was wrong and when I told him what Irma had said about 
marriage, he was unhappy, too. He asked me if he could come over and talk 
with them. Maybe he could persuade them to see things differently. He would 
have to, because he was not going to give me up. 

"Irma seemed surprised when Greg arrived. He was wearing a tee shirt and 
dirty old slacks and he looked more like a kid then a man who wanted to get 
married. Irma and Leroy were sitting in the living room having a third cup 
of coffee and when he arrived Irma gave him a sweet smile and she patted the 
sofa where she was sitting for him to sit down beside her. He did. I sat 
down in one of the armchairs and Leroy was in another one. Irma said that I 
had told her that he and I wanted to get married and she had said no. She 
was sorry but that was the way it was. 

"Greg wouldn't accept that answer. He told her he had a good job with a 
future and he could very easily support a wife. He loved me very dearly and 
was determined to marry me. Irma looked over at Leroy and she smiled sadly. 
He shrugged and I knew that she was going to blast any hope of marriage with 
Greg that I might have had. She turned to face him and her smile was sort of 
pathetic. 

"Greg dear,' she said sweetly. 'You are a very nice young man. Much too nice 
for my Sharon, actually. You see, I must tell you that Sharon is a sexual 
pervert. I'm sorry but that's the way she is. She has a sex drive that is 
abnormal and it gets out of control. 'very often it takes both my husband 
and myself to calm her down so that she can function again. And, of course, 
many of the things that we do are really not very nice, but we do them. I do 
think, Greg that you would be much better off to find someone else. Don't 
you?' 

"Greg fooled her. He shook his head and smiled. 

"I'm afraid I've pretty much guessed what goes on in this household. Sharon 
is probably one of the most skillful cocksuckers I've ever met, and her 
whole sexual makeup is exaggerated. It had to come from somewhere. I've 
watched Leroy when he looks at her. I've watched you, too, so I figured out 
what was going on. But I don't care about that. Sharon and I are going to 
get married and I won't ever let her get away from me. Not ever.' 

"He looked at me and his smile made me warm and happy again. Irma looked at 
Leroy and they seemed stunned by what Greg had said. 

"What on earth would you want with her?" Irma demanded. 

"Greg smiled at her. He was being very sweet to her. 

"I told you. I like the way she handles herself. You have trained her to be 
skillful and artful and I've never known any girl or guy who could give me 
the kind of sexual pleasure she does.' 

"You mean you won't give her up because she is such a good cocksucker, is 
that it?' Irma was angry and upset and she wasn't quite comprehending. Greg 
kept right on smiling. 

"'That's part of it,' he said quietly. 'But there's more. I love her very 
deeply, very sincerely. And I know that she loves me.' 

"Irma was staring at him, trying to understand how he could hear all of 
those things about me and still want me. 

"I don't think that Sharon could be satisfied with a normal sex life. I 
mean, I think she would want much more than she could have with you.' 
"That's all right,' Greg said. 'I have no intention of taking her away from 
you, or interfering in any way with the life that she enjoys with you two. I 
wouldn't dream of taking her away from the life that she loves. She's too 
old to wean, I'm afraid.' 

"Irma just gaped at him. Then she turned to look at Leroy. He was smiling at 
Greg and I just sat and listened. Then a big, glowing smile spread across 
Irma's face and she patted Greg's cheek. 

"You mean you would share your lovely bride with us?'she asked. 

"Watching her, I could see that she was delighted by the idea and, very 
frankly, so was I. I loved Irma and Leroy and I didn't want to give them up 
entirely. , "I'm afraid I wouldn't have too much choice. After the pleasures 
that she has known with you two, just me wouldn't be enough. And I know how 
very enjoyable multiple sex can be.' 

"Irma's smile began to sparkle. She bent over and kissed Greg right on the 
mouth. She slid her hand downwards and touched his crotch. She felt the size 
of his big dick and her eyes widened and twinkled. 

"You darling young man,' she said fervently. She turned to look at Leroy and 
he was still grinning, watching her. 'We could always use some more help, 
dear,' she said, 'and what could be nicer than having a handsome young 
son-in-law who feels as we do about certain things. Shall we give them our 
blessings?' 

"Of course,' Leroy said. He lit a cigarette and I could see that he had a 
big rail on and I knew that Irma wasn't about to let go of Greg's dick, not 
once she got her hands on it. She was kissing him and he was hugging her and 
we could all hear what she said to him. 

"Greg dear, you think Sharon is a good cocksucker? Darling, you haven't met 
the real expert yet. Remember, I taught her. Would you like a sample?' 

"She didn't give him a chance to answer. She had his equipment out and his 
prick in her mouth before he even knew what was happening to him. He glanced 
over at me as her shining blonde head began bobbing up and down as she 
worked and I gave him a sweet, loving smile. His face began to fall apart as 
Irma's talent began making itself apparent and then he was lost to us for a 
while. Leroy had his cock out and he was slowly manipulating it up and down. 
He jerked his head at me and I went over to feast on his eager flesh. 

"Once Irma discovered Greg's ability to produce, she just kept at him and at 
him and he enjoyed every damned second of it. I have no idea how many 
batches of his sweetness she was able to get for herself, but she kept on 
working like a honey bee who has found a lovely flower. 

"I think watching his wife blow another man's cock did things to Leroy. He 
just couldn't seem to stop coming and I thought he performed in a 
spectacular fashion. I have no idea how long I stayed with him, but I knew 
that Irma finally calmed down and she got up off of her knees, saying she 
had to rest. Her jaws were hurting her. She kissed Greg playfully on the 
cheek and she told him that she would be back. She went off to the bathroom 
and I finally brought Leroy to the point where he would have to rest for a 
while. 

"Irma was quite taken with Greg and he with her. When he came back from the 
bathroom she was wearing her robe. She stood in front of Greg and opened the 
robe and let him look at her naked body. She asked him if he was happy 
having a mother-in-law as pretty as she was and as obliging. He laughed and 
said that he was delighted. 

"Irma suggested that we all have some lunch and then go into the bedroom and 
really enjoy ourselves. We were all quite willing to do that. Irma grabbed 
Greg by the hand and she took him into the kitchen with her. Leroy did have 
the kindness to ask me if I could be happy living a life such as Irma 
intended. I told him I couldn't have been more pleased. He started playing 
with my breasts and kissing me and he got hard again. When I started kissing 
it, he shoved it into my mouth and gave me a lovely little gift in a very 
surprisingly short time. After that we went out to the kitchen and watched 
Irma make some lunch and big eyes at Greg. 

"Irma told me that she was very happy to have Greg in the family and we 
could get married as soon as we liked. She could imagine how happy we would 
all be with each other. 

"After we ate lunch, we went into the bedroom and Irma got Greg undressed 
and she sort of made him her special pet for the rest of the day. She made 
him screw her in both places and if her squeals and shudders were an 
indication of her pleasure, she had herself a real ball. Leroy and I had a 
much quieter time of it. After all, we were pretty well used to each other. 
When Irma calmed down a bit, she wanted a Les party but only after we had 
both been screwed. She insisted that she wanted to watch Greg screw me and 
then Leroy could give it to her and then while the boys rested we could have 
us a very delightful sixty-nine. That's what we did and it was all very nice 
and very wonderful. Irma had a lot of good ideas and we tried them all out. 
We spent the whole day and most of the night in a sexual orgy that was just 
the forerunner of lots more to come. 

"Greg and I got married and we had a real wild honeymoon. The four of us 
wound up in bed together and it turned out to be a wonderful night. Greg and 
I got an apartment of our own and while Irma and Leroy did ask us to live 
with them, we finally agreed that it was more fun when we came over for an 
evening of balling or a weekend. 

"We do that a lot. I mean spend the weekend together. Sometimes at our 
place, sometimes at theirs. But I find that the nicest times of all for me 
are when I'm in my own bed with my sweet husband and I am nursing on him, 
sucking the rich juices out of his body and knowing that I am giving him 
great pleasure while I'm doing it. 

"Of course, once we get to Irma's, she starts in on that kick and she won't 
let anyone else near him for hours. But it has all worked out very 
comfortably for everyone. One afternoon when Irma and I were starting a 
hectic session of girl-loving, Irma suggested that the two boys suck each 
other off. They just might Kke it That wasn't the smartest thing she could 
have said because they tried it and they did like it. They do it too damned 
often to suit me. 

"I must admit that the life I live is one that I am very happy with. I love 
Leroy and I love Greg and Irma, too, and while some people might say that we 
are all depraved and perverted, I don't think that kind of talk affects me 
very much. 

We have a lot of fun and we are all old enough to know what we are doing and 
if we don't have any feelings of shame, why should other people have 
anything to say? I think everybody should live his or her life the way they 
feel they want to, and if a girl likes to blow a guy best of all, men that's 
what she should do. When she gets married, she should find a guy who likes 
having his cock sucked better than anything else. There are certainly lots 
of them around. 

"I wouldn't say that everyone should live the kind of life we live, because 
most people don't get along that well together, but for us it has turned out 
to be the best way of life." 

 CHAPTER SIX Double Whoopee 

There is a tendency on the part of some psychiatrists and psychologists to 
suspect that many people who get involved in incestuous activities can 
easily develop into sexual psychopaths. Unfortunately, many of the case 
histories revealed herein would seem to support such a theory. It must be 
pointed out, though, that many psychiatrists feel that people should do 
whatever they want to do, provided that they hurt no one, and do not force 
unpalatable acts upon unwilling partners. Many of the sex groups and mate 
swapping clubs have the same philosophy and their varied activities often 
appear perverted when viewed or contemplated by more restrained people. 

Most of those who have become members of the sex clubs as well as the 
far-out groups, report that sadism and masochism are part and parcel of the 
activities. Probably because more and more people are becoming preoccupied 
with sex and are discovering the incredible sensuality of flagellation and 
bondage acts, this type of sexual behavior is becoming more and more 
prevalent. 

Many wives are admitting that they can become extremely aroused erotically 
by abusing their mates; others achieve exceptional sensual pleasures and 
impossible orgasms by being mistreated. Many men report that they can 
perform spectacularly if they are permitted to abuse a female, or whip her. 
The pleasures inherent in such behavioral patterns have been delineated and 
explained by many experts, and even the most naive must concede that for 
certain types there are exceptional delights in such activities. 

Usually, however, the people who arrive at the point where abuses and 
corporal punishment can induce sensual heights of unimagined pleasure, are 
quite mature and experienced in sexual matters. Yet, in the preponderance of 
cases involving incest, it would seem that such behavior nearly always 
becomes a part of the sexual program enjoyed by the participants. Too, it 
would appear that incestuous affairs seem to breed exaggerated appetites for 
which nothing is ever enough. There is a constant search for new and greater 
thrills and an utter lack of restraint in searching for them. 

When the individual possessed of sadistic tendencies is a pretty young girl 
who needs no concern about restraints, the activities that she can devise 
often stagger the imagination. 

One of the contributing elements of incest, according to many researchers, 
is an attitude of consent upon the part of all concerned. Human flesh is 
rarely beaten without the consent and desire of its owner and many young 
girls who discover the delights of incest and flagellation are amazed to 
discover that abuse at their hands is much sought after and erotically 
stimulating to her victims. 

Discussing her own experiences and what happened to her brothers, a demure 
young lady of exceptional good looks and charm recently stated that her 
brothers were forced to seek the help of a psychiatrist in order to function 
sexually. Admitting his helplessness, the psychiatrist suggested that the 
boys stop wasting his time and find their own solution to their problems. 

Talking about her problems and the boy's, the young lady was surprisingly 
blunt and often vulgar in her speech. She said that she liked to call a 
spade a spade and a big stiff cock a cock, and a smelly cunt a smelly cunt, 
and if she had to watch her language there wasn't any point in her trying to 
explain things. 

Claudia T. is twenty-four years old. She is a stunning redhead with the 
creamy complexion of the true redhead and, presumably, the fiery temper that 
so often accompanies such a type. 

"In the first place," she said, "I don't think that incest is such a bad 
thing. I've always thought that if boys could learn how to handle themselves 
with their sisters they would make better husbands, and the sister's would 
make better wives. My God, they teach us everything in school, except the 
most important thing; how to be good parents, husbands and wives. The most 
important task we have to do is left up to chance. I think that's crazy. 

"Oh, well, that isn't what you want to hear about. Well, I have two very 
handsome brothers. They are named Peter and Paul. They are two years younger 
than I am and we all grew up in a big house in Oregon. My mother and father 
both worked and I had to run the house. I liked that because it made me a 
big wheel around there and I really liked being a big wheel. 

"And I liked it when the boys would come to me and ask my permission to do 
whatever they wanted to do. Lots of times just because I felt like being 
mean I'd say no and that was it. I got a big charge out being mean to them. 

"I'm afraid that the charge was sexual in nature. You see, I was always 
preoccupied with sex and that itching little slit between my legs, but I had 
a funny kind of hang-up. When we kids were little I remember one time that 
we were all going to be spanked. My mother took the boys one at a time and 
she walloped their backsides with a hairbrush until their bottoms got red 
and swollen. I stood and watched it all and when it was my turn, I just 
suffered through it and let it go at that. But from then on I could never 
get the sight of the boys' bare bottoms out of my mind and in my fantasies I 
wanted to be the one who was spanking their soft flesh. As I grew older and 
started masturbating, that was what I always thought about while I was doing 
it. And I would have some powerful sexual spasms thinking about that sort of 
stuff. 

"We grew older and the boys became more and more timid and they got so that 
they wouldn't breathe unless I told them that it was okay. And I made their 
little lives miserable. I enjoyed doing it, and always, there would be a 
severe sexual upheaval in me each time I was especially mean to them. 

"By the time I was fifteen, I was treating them horribly and they didn't 
dare take it up with our parents. I had too much on them and the knew it, so 
I was a little tyrant all the time. 

"They were big for their age and so was I. Mother used to smile at us and 
tell us that we had grown up on her and she used to make jokes about it. It 
was not very funny to me. 

"You see, I was masturbating all the damned time and because the boys were 
so big I would go crazy thinking about spanking them or whipping them and my 
fantasies were beginning to move into a new direction. I would imagine what 
it would be like to have sex with them and I was quite advanced for my age. 
In my imagination I would feel Peter's prick inside me, getting screwed by 
him while I was mouthing Paul's cock. Then it would be reversed and Paul 
would screw me while I blew Peter. This always would be after I had whipped 
them and abused them severely enough to make them cry and weep for mercy. 
Oh, I had lots of lovely times with my fantasies. 

"And then one day it all stopped being fantasy. I had given the boys 
permission to attend a basketball game and they were told what time they had 
to be home. They were very late and when I asked them why, they got a bit 
too smart. It was close to the time for our parents to get home so I 
couldn't do much about it then. We had no school the next day and I told 
them that I was going to take them up into the attic the next morning and I 
was going to warm their bare bottoms with a ping-pong paddle and if they 
didn't like it, they could tell our parents what I intended to do. Of 
course, if they did that, I had a few things to tell them, too. But make no 
mistake about it, they were going to get their asses blistered and by me. 

"They didn't say a word about what I had threatened at dinner and when I 
went to bed that night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what I was 
going to do to the boys and I played with myself most of the night. 

"The next morning after we had breakfast I told the boys to go upstairs to 
the attic. They were going to get it just as I had promised them. They 
didn't beg or protest. They just went up the stairs. We had a ping-pong 
table in the basement. I went down and got one of the sturdiest paddles and 
then I went upstairs too. 

"There was a kind of sitting room in the attic. No one used it much, but we 
had a lot of extra furniture and my mother and I had placed it around so 
that it looked nice and like another room. One of the pieces was a small 
upholstered vanity bench. I sat down on that and I was holding the paddle. I 
looked at the boys and I asked who was going to be first. Peter smiled and 
he said he would be first. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down along 
with his shorts. I stared at his big cock and the big balls dangling 
beneath. He was being real smarty pants and when I told him to lay down 
across my legs he did it. I started walloping his plump buttocks with the 
paddle and I gave it to him really good for being so damned smart and 
exposing himself without even being asked. 

"He was kicking and squirming and yelling and I told him to shut up. I kept 
on smacking the paddle against his bottom and he was moaning. It got to be 
very nice for me. I was actually living my fantasy and I was coming all the 
time I was hitting him. Each time I would have an orgasm it would be much 
nicer than the one before. 

"It dawned on me that he was sobbing as though his heart would break but I 
was determined that he would beg for mercy. I could feel something against 
my bare leg and after a while I was conscious of wetness there and I 
couldn't understand what was happening. I kept right on smacking him with 
the paddle. All of a sudden his back arched and his buttocks clenched 
tightly together and then he was having a muscular convulsion of some kind 
that scared me. I pretended to be finished with him and I pushed him off of 
my legs. He rolled over as he fell onto the floor and I saw his big hard-on 
and he was spurting white stuff out of it like he was never going to stop. 

"You made him come!' Paul said. 'Man, is he coming!' 

"I'll do the same to you,' I said angrily, not really aware of what was 
taking place. I was filled with rage and angry because my legs were all 
covered with goo. Paul wasn't having any until I told him it was either that 
or have a little talk with Father about some of the things I could tell him. 
He gave up and took his pants down and their cocks were twins, too. He got 
across my legs and I gave it to him, probably harder than Peter had gotten 
it. When it was over he was spurting all over the place. I was all worn out, 
not from the spankings, but from the endless parade of exquisite orgasms I 
had had. I was soaked between my legs and not too interested in what had 
happened to the boys. 

"I got up onto my feet and my dress was sticking to me. My legs were covered 
with the sticky stuff that the boys had spilled all over them and I was a 
mess. Both of the boys were holding their sexual organs and Paul was still 
in the throes of a beautiful orgasm. His organ was dribbling fluid in spurts 
and his face was all twisted up into a strange expression. 

"And then it all hit me at once. Here were the boys with their pants down 
and their sexual organs exposed completely for my gaze and I had spanked 
them and both had experienced really startling orgasms. Hell, they had 
spurted all over me, too. 

"I guess that the realization of what we were involved with hit them, too, 
because they were staring at me and they didn't seem to be too upset about 
what had happened. Paul grinned up at me and he had something to say. 

"You can do that to me any damned time you like,' he said. 'I never came 
like that before. Jesus, it was something.' 

"Me, too,' Peter said. He started to get up but he wasn't very strong. He 
sat down again for a moment. I looked at Paul and I told him to go and get a 
rag and clean up the mess he made. He got up onto his feet and he still had 
a hard-on. Peter was in the same shape. I wanted to reach out and touch his 
cock and and do lots of things to it. He looked into my eyes and he knew 
what I wanted to do. He took a step and then he was close to me. He put my 
hand on his throbbing organ and smiled at me. I held it tightly and then I 
was moving my hand up and down while his skin moved too. He was smiling at 
me and he liked what I was doing. 

"You're jerking him off,' Peter said. 'lle likes that.' 

"I was overwhelmed with sexual excitement and couldn't have cared less about 
what Peter was saying. Paul reached out and made me stop moving my hand. 

"I'll come all over you,' he said. 'I can't help it. The spanking made me so 
damned excited I can't stand right.' 

"Sit down,' I told him. I pushed him down onto the upholstered bench. I knew 
what I was going to do and that I should not do it, but I couldn't help 
myself. I put my mouth down over Paul's sexual organ and as soon as I tasted 
the fluid that was oozing from the tiny opening in its tip, I began 
shivering and shaking. Then I started sucking at it, eager for more and more 
of the stuff. 

"Paul was making funny sounds in his throat. His organ began throbbing and 
it felt like it had swollen a lot. All of a sudden he was bouncing around on 
the bench and was trying to push me away, but it was too late and I was 
tasting the incredible sweetness of his loins. It affected me disastrously 
because I knew that I had been coming all the while I was sucking him, and 
when he began spilling his juice into my mouth, a monumental spasm hit me. I 
almost fainted because it was so nice. Finally, Paul made me stop and I let 
him go, but I didn't want to. Peter was watching and he lost no time in 
offering his splendid loins for my attention. 

"They were very eager for the effects of my mouth upon their loins and when 
I tongued Peter into spending again, Paul had become aroused again just by 
watching me suck his brother's organ. 

"They kept coming back for more, one after the other, and I gorged myself on 
the new delicacy that I had discovered. To me, it was the most delicious 
substance I had ever tasted and I was avid for it. The boys finally wore 
themselves out and we went downstairs again. We were all beat. I sat down in 
the living room and I was still all sticky and a mess between my legs but I 
just didn't care. The things that I had done with the boys far surpassed any 
of my fantasies and I was weary, but blissfully happy. 

"The boys had gone to their room to change and after a while they joined me 
in the living room. They were all smiles and they just sat and watched me. 
They were concerned about me because I was still trying to calm down. They 
didn't say much of anything. Finally, I asked them if they had cleaned up 
their room and they nodded. I got up then and I told them that I was going 
to take a shower and change my clothes. They didn't say anything but they 
watched me go without a word. 

"When I took my clothes off in the bathroom I was astonished at the extent 
to which I had been affected. My legs were soaked and my crotch was sopping 
with a thick, viscous fluid and I knew that no matter how frenziedly I had 
masturbated I had never had such reactions before. I stood under the shower 
and let the torrent of hot water clean me and bring me back to normal. 

"I dressed in clean underthings and a dress and then I went back to the 
living room. I had been smoking for some time so I lit a cigarette and sat, 
trying to think things out. 

"The boys were in their room and I realized that I should get up and go out 
to the kitchen and fix them some lunch. I did it and they came to the table 
and wolfed down the sandwiches and milk that I had fixed for them. I wasn't 
hungry so I didn't eat anything. I settled for a cup of coffee. Peter 
grinned at me and then made a most remarkable offer. 

"You made us something to eat, Claudia,' he said, 'we been making you 
something to eat. You want some more jism?' 

"I almost struck him. I was furious, but I just smiled. 

"You like it, you know you do,' Paul said, 'And we are busting our balls 
with it ever since you done it to us. We can't help it.' 

"I smiled at both of them and I asked them if they wanted to go up to the 
attic again. They sure did. But we didn't do it that way. Instead, after 
they were finished with their lunch, we went into their bedroom and they 
both took off their pants and their shorts. Both of them were erect and I 
took Peter first. I was acting like a robot, but I couldn't resist what they 
offered. They seemed to know it and I resolved that I would punish them 
severely for the way they were taking advantage of my weakness. I spent the 
whole afternoon sucking their cocks and they just sat on their bed and let 
me do as I wanted to them. It was a most amazing day. 

"They say that people can become addicted very easily to certain things and 
I'm afraid that that's happened with me. The boys were not at all aggressive 
and in the days that followed I found ample occasions for spanking them and 
the end result was that I gorged myself on the fluids of their bodies. It 
got out of control with me, I mean my hunger for their juices. When they 
could give me no more one day, I spanked first one and then the other and 
they were surprisingly able to provide more of what I wanted. 

"We were very young at the time of our initial experiences and for at least 
a couple of weeks I did the same things. I walloped their bottoms and then 
drained their loins every day. And I always kept my clothes on. It never 
occurred to me that seeing my body would act as an aphrodisiac to them until 
one afternoon when both boys had been exhausted and we were just resting. I 
let my legs fall apart and Peter was looking up under my dress and his penis 
was erect and hard as a rock. He was only looking at my underpants but that 
tipped me off to what was possible with the boys. 

"It took me about a week before they got to see me naked, and I really 
abused them quite shamefully. I got into the habit of paddling them first. I 
had a limber birch switch that I would whip them with and after they had 
been soundly punished they would take turns sucking me between my legs. They 
liked doing that. They liked anything that I could think up. I was always 
punishing them for not giving me enough of their semen. I was always 
accusing them of holding back on me and we all knew that it was a joke. They 
couldn't hold back on me, not when I really went after what I wanted. 

"After a while we began to play games. They liked to make a girl sandwich. 
One of them would get his cock up in me and the other would sodomize me at 
the same time and I would really live. 

"The time passed and as the boys grew older they became able to produce more 
and more of the product I liked so much. I was constantly abusing them, 
whipping them and they thrived on it. When they were going to high school 
they started dating and I quickly put a stop to that. I wasn't going to 
share my boys with anyone who might rob me of one single drop of their 
honey. I raised so much hell they lost interest in other girls. They were 
getting so much action at home they really didn't have anything for anybody 
else. I saw to that. 

"But then the inevitable happened. After years of full and plenty with the 
boys, it became time for them to go off to college and I couldn't do 
anything about that. I missed them terribly and I would get letters from 
them telling me how much they missed me and that always made me feel quite 
unhappy. I felt deprived. 

"In time I began going out because my parents kept telling me how pretty I 
was and what a beautiful body I had and as soon as I started dating, the 
guys I met told me about it too. I went out with lots of really nice guys, 
boys who had money and everything else to offer but I just didn't care about 
them. 

"I guess the reason I fell for Harry was because he was everything that a 
girl could want. He was like a little puppy dog and I could twist him around 
my finger. He would do any damned thing that I told him to do. When he asked 
me to marry him, I told him that I was mean and vicious and I would beat him 
with whips and hurt him. He looked like I had shown him the gates to heaven, 
so we got married. Poor Harry, he was the meekest, mildest man I had ever 
met. 

"He was a pharmacist and was buying his own store. He loved me so devotedly 
it was sinful. He told me that he knew that I was a sadist, but I was the 
type of woman he needed. He was severely masochistic and he was sure that we 
would hit it off well together. We got married and when we went on our 
honeymoon, Harry had himself a time. I kept him in bed all the time that we 
were away and I was at his cock constantly. He loved it and didn't seem to 
care what I did to him. 

"Harry had quite a remarkable history of his own. He told me all about it 
one day. He had been raised by an aunt and and uncle. The uncle had a strong 
tendency toward homosexuality. He had persuaded Harry to let him suck him 
off, and then he had taught Harry how to do the same thing to him. 

"The aunt found them in the basement of the house one rainy afternoon and 
she took matters into her own hands. She punished Harry severely. She blamed 
him for the corruption of her husband. She bought herself a whip and forced 
Harry to lie on his back with his legs open and held high. She would begin 
whipping his buttocks and gradually ease closer to his loins until she was 
using the whip on them. Harry would lose all of his semen in a series of 
extreme orgasms that she could induce with her whips. 

"She used the same kind of treatment on her husband. She was driving the 
demon of homosexuality out of their bodies, but she was also doing more than 
that to them. 

"In time, she began to teach Harry how to adore a female and it got to the 
point where she would sit astride his face and force him to suck her flowing 
twat while she whipped his genitals. She would have Harry popping all over 
the place with the whips. While he was telling me about all this, he got an 
enormous erection and it was quite apparent that he had grown to love the 
kind of treatment his aunt had given him. That woman had had a whole bag of 
tricks and one by one he told them all to me. 

"Naturally, after knowing all these things it was only natural that I would 
try them out on him. Once we got home and started out on our married life, I 
began doing to him the things that his aunt had done and his response was 
quite gratifying. He told me that she had used a dildo on him and he brought 
one home that was a replica of what she had used. He loved it when I screwed 
him with that thing. He brought me home a whip too which I used on him as 
she had used it and when his organs were brought to the point of eruption, I 
would stop whipping them and suck him off, then he would get more of the 
whip. We had a wonderful life together. 

"Harry and I were married a little over two years when the boys came to 
visit us. They were finished with school and both of them had jobs to go to. 
One day while Harry was at work, they asked to talk to me. They had a very 
serious problem. 

"They were both impotent. They had gone out with girls in college and when 
it came time to perform they could not do anything. They had seen doctors 
and two different psychiatrists and still it came down to the same 
thing-they couldn't get an erection and they blamed me for their condition. 
They were certain that my vicious handling of them and their privates had 
conditioned them and now they could not function at all. 

"Peter said that he had visited a psychiatrist and the man had told him that 
he should go back to his sister and ask her to beat the hell out of him. 
That might do it for him. 

"I sat in my living room and listened to them and I just couldn't believe 
that I was hearing the truth. But from their worried faces I could tell that 
they meant it. Paul said that they had come home to me because they just 
weren't any good to anybody else. 

"I smiled at them and then I told them that if they would come into my 
bedroom, I would be glad to see if I could help them. They were quite eager 
for me to try. They undressed in the bedroom without embarrassment because I 
had seen their bodies as much as they had for a long period of time. 

"I went from one to the other and it was pathetic to see their limp cocks 
and their shriveled bags. I fondled each of them and nothing happened. I 
took Peter first and I sucked on his cock for a long time. It was like 
mouthing a dish rag. Then I tried Paul and it was the same. They responded 
to nothing and I felt awful about the condition they were in. 

"I became angry and I told Paul to sit down in the armchair we had in the 
bedroom. I made him put his legs up and then I used my mouth and my tongue 
on his flesh but still he didn't move. I told him that I was going to keep 
on sucking him until I pulled a load out of him, limp cock or not. Then I 
really went to work on him. I used my finger in his rectum and my nails on 
his balls and he began moaning. Then his limp cock poured out an enormous 
load and after he got over the frenzy of it all, he was amazed. Then I did 
the same thing with Peter and while it took longer, his limp cock finally 
gushed a respectable load and I feasted, shamelessly. 

"When I had finished with Peter, I made Paul kneel down beside the bed, with 
his torso on the bed. I got out Harry's whip and I used it on Paul's plump 
behind. He got a hard-on in seconds and then he was spilling all over the 
place. I didn't push him too far. I went after his brother and the same 
thing happened. 

"Remembering what Harry had told me about his aunt, I knew that I had 
figured it all out. Harry's aunt had used a sort of harness on him quite 
often. She would take one of her stockings and tie it around his genitals. 
Then she would tie the ends around his waist. This little trick threw his 
genitalia into exceptional prominence and his meat would protrude so that 
she would have no trouble whipping the sensitive flesh. Harry would quickly 
get an erection and erupt promptly under such direct stimulation. 

"I tried that with the boys. I tied one of my nylons around Paul's genitals, 
making the loop in the middle of the stocking. When I tied the ends around 
his waist, his balls and his limp cock were thrusting far out and the first 
time I hit the precious bundle with my whip he leaped into an erection. His 
dick was sore and red and I hit him once again. Then I knelt and sucked him 
off and he exploded immediately. It was like old times. Peter was watching 
us and when I forced Paul into spending again I saw a smile on his face, 
callously t but they were delighted to have it done. The grim ghost of 
impotence was routed that day, and as time passed, they responded to 
anything that I tried on them. They stayed with me for two weeks and by the 
time they were ready to leave, they had been thoroughly cured of their 
impotence. They got so that all I had to do was fondle their loins and they 
were up and ready for action. 

"They had an apartment in town and went home, but two weeks later they were 
back, unhappy again. They had both experienced some awful failures when they 
went out with girls and they were sure that they were incurable impotent. I 
proved them wrong the some awful failures when they went out with girls and 
they were sure that they were incurably impotent. I proved them wrong that 
day and both of the boys sucked me steadily for hours while I drained their 
bodies of all strengths. When they left that time they were convinced that 
they would have to come to me for sex and that was just fine with me. 

"A couple of weeks later, Peter came to see me one day. Harry was at work 
and so was Paul. Peter and I had a nice little party and finally he told me 
what was on his mind. He and Paul wondered if they could come and live with 
Harry and me. We had a big house and plenty of room and they thought they 
would be happier and much more content if I was closer to them. I liked that 
idea. I liked it very much. I promised Peter that I would discuss it with 
Harry and then call him and let him know what we decided. 

"When Harry came home that night, he got his pipes cleaned in a hurry and 
then we had some dinner. Just to make sure that he would see things my way, 
I made him get undressed and put his stocking harness on and I gave him the 
beating of his life. When I was finished with him, he was all worn out and 
as obsequious as a puppy. 

"I gave him a nice warm bath to get the kinks and the hurts out of his body 
and while I was bathing him, I told him that I was thinking of asking my 
brothers to come and stay with us. They were working so they could pay 
board. And, I would like having them with me. He looked at me and smiled. He 
said that he liked the boys and he would be glad to have them live with us. 

"I think I got a case of bad conscience right then. I told Harry about me 
and the boys and what we had been doing. I told him too that I wanted them 
with me so that I could have their lovely cocks any time that I felt like 
it. I told him how I just couldn't ever get enough and maybe with three men 
in the house, I might be able to appease my great hungers. 

"Harry listened to me, sitting up in the bathtub, his ass and his balls 
still stinging from the whips I had used on him and he was smiling. He said 
that he was glad that I had told him, because he pretty much suspected and 
he would love to have the boys live with us, but he had just one request. I 
looked at him, wondering what he could come up with next. He asked me if I 
remembered what he had been doing with his uncle. I said of course. He 
blushed and admitted that he had liked sucking his uncle's cock. Couldn't he 
please, once in a while, suck the boys, too? 

"Bless his little heart. I bent down and hugged him and kissed him and then 
I dried him off and put him to bed. 

"The boys moved in with us the following weekend and they have been with us 
ever since. I am never at a loss for the product I love so much and the men 
in my life know that I am absolute boss and that I do with them as I please. 
But they are very happy and I have never heard a complaint out of any of 
them. I don't care whether we live in sin or incest or any of the other 
silly nonsense that people could think up. 

"I have my men with me at all times and that's the way it will always be. I 
will probably bury all of them, but while I do abuse them, I supervise their 
diets and their health, and as I said, I may bury them, eventually, but 
there is one thing I can guarantee. They won't die young." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN Daddy's Little Girl 

The perpetuation of an incestuous affair is believed by many psychologists 
to be the result of conditioning. These experts are persuaded that the 
conditioned response syndrome, the ability of the body to react to familiar 
stimuli with greater fidelity, can become a necessary part of life. There is 
a tendency on the part of the experts to remind that the sexual apparatus 
and its responses is an extremely delicate mechanism at best and the 
slightest thing can affect its functions, or its ability to function at all. 

This element would appear to be quite evident in the foregoing case history 
and there are many, many more whose structures show the conditioned response 
syndrome at work. Once this element of a human being's sexuality has come 
alive it is a force and a powerful factor that cannot be ignored. 

There are many psychologists who will point to the way a young girl will use 
her father as the pattern that her love must fit, or at least approximate, 
as a sample of conditioned responses at work. Some of these experts in human 
behavior will point out that there is the inherent wish in the girl's mind 
to sleep with her father, to enjoy sex with him, and that this youthful 
yearning is often unrecognized for what it is and is eventually replaced by 
the more normal loves that a girl may enjoy with the young men who court 
her. 

Yet there are many cases on record where the young girl does not outgrow the 
desire to be possessed by her father and sometimes the wish becomes father 
to the thought and the girl will actually make an effort to seduce her 
father. 

Sometimes, the father, if he is young and denied the company of young women 
who can deal with his sexuality on a normal level, will become captivated by 
his young and beautiful daughter and an incestuous relationship can begin 
and prosper. 

Joan F. is a beautiful blonde sexpot and she knows it, glories in it. 
Sexually precocious, she had her first sexual experience at twelve and never 
recovered from its excessive pleasures. Circumstances put an end to her 
romance when the boy moved away, but by that time she had become a very 
capable fellatrix, and she had also tried cunnilingus, sodomy and coitus. 
She loved everything that the young man did to her and swiftly surrendered 
to the extreme thrills that her body could provide. But once her boy friend 
moved away she was hesitant about beginning another affair. She became 
content with masturbation and concentrated on her school work. 

"My father was a very handsome man," she says. "His name was Bert and he and 
my mother were always battling. My mother said that he was always cheating 
on her. He was a chaser and she caught him at it and finally they got a 
divorce. When it came time for them to decide what to do with me, I had 
something to say. I adored my father in spite of his wickedness, or maybe 
because of it, and I told the judge that I wanted to live with my father. I 
was fourteen and big for my age so I knew what I wanted to do. My mother was 
quite willing for me to live with my father because I think she wanted to 
sow a few wild oats of her own. 

"So my father rented a nice apartment and I moved in with him and because he 
was so young and so handsome, I was always kissing him and loving him up and 
he sure liked it. I guess maybe I was looking for trouble. 

"One Sunday afternoon my father was sitting in the living room reading his 
paper. I had just taken a shower and I had my robe on. I went into the 
living room and I saw my father and I was just overwhelmed with love for 
him. I took the paper out of his hands and then I sat down in his lap. He 
looked surprised when I kissed him right on the lips. But he kissed me back 
and he smiled and told me that I was getting pretty big for that sort of 
thing. I told him I loved him and I loved it when he would hold me. 

"He lit a cigarette and when he was holding it in his hand, I picked up his 
hand and put the cigarette to my mouth, inhaling a puff. He laughed and then 
I saw him looking at my robe, it was wide open and my naked breasts were 
staring him right in the face. 

"All of a sudden I could feel the movement under my bottom and I knew that 
he was getting a hard-on. It delighted me that I could do that to him. He 
kept staring and then he touched them lightly with his hands. He looked at 
me like a sick calf. 

"Joanie, honey,' he said, 'your breasts are beautiful. I had no idea. You 
are naked, too, I had no idea of that.' 

"I was trembling because all of a sudden I knew what was going to happen and 
I was so hot I wanted it to happen. I shifted on his lap and he was touching 
my breasts and then he put his mouth over one of my nipples and I gasped as 
his tongue teased the hard, tingling flesh. I started coming right then and 
there. There was a hot, trickling sensation between my legs and it was the 
nicest sensation I had ever felt. He was kissing my breast and mouthing them 
and I was shaking as bad as he was. He stood up and carried me as though I 
were a child. He was kissing my breasts all the time. He put me down on his 
bed and I could tell that he was so stirred up and so hot he just didn't 
care who he was playing with. I was girl and he needed girl. 

"When he settled me upon his bed my robe fell open and the rest of me was 
visible to him. He sure looked, too. He put his hand between my legs and 
that did it. I came all over myself and then it was the same with me. He was 
man and I needed man. 

"He settled down onto the bed with me and began kissing my mouth and my 
breasts. Then he put his mouth between my legs and I almost died with 
Acosta's. He started licking me there and I could feel his tongue inside of 
me. Then he was tonguing my clit and I began spilling myself wide open. He 
kept it up and kept it up and I was moaning and writhing until I couldn't 
get my breath. Then he did something special with his tongue and the 
damndest orgasm shook me like I was a leaf in a windstorm. I couldn't move 
or speak or anything. He stayed down there a long time after that while I 
lay limp and sobbing with sweet Acosta's. Then he stretched his body on top 
of me and I felt his big hard-on sliding in between my legs and that turned 
me inside out. 

"I went wild with lust and got my heels hooked around his back. I was 
screeching in his ear, saying lots of bad things. I was telling him to give 
it to me, to fuck me fast, fuck me hard, and please give it to me. He gave 
it to me and I began battling him and we were thrusting and banging our hips 
together until I felt him swelling and spurting. I came with him and it was 
sheer heaven. He collapsed on top of me and I just held him to me, stroking 
his head, glorying in the sweet release that he had given to me. He was limp 
and heavy on me for a long time, then he rolled off of me and he sat up. 

"He was looking at me and had a big smile on his face and I was glad that he 
didn't seem to be the least bit sorry. 

"Joanie' he said, 'you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever tasted. The 
tightest, too.' 

"I'm glad you like my cunt,' I said, smiling at him. 

"He bent down and kissed me on the mouth and I soul-kissed him. He told me 
to say it again, he liked hearing me say such naughty words. So I said it to 
him, all the while I was kissing him. 

"Cunt, cunt, cunt,' I said. 'I'm glad you like to suck my cunt. I'm glad you 
like to fuck me in my cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt. I like to say it. I love to 
say it.' 

"He sat up again and I saw that his cock was as hard as hell and standing 
out stiff and straight. He still had his pants on and looking at the red, 
round head of his cock, seeing the goo coming out of it, I got so hot I 
couldn't breathe. I pulled his mouth down against mine again and I kissed 
him hotly, and with lots of tongue. 

"You sucked my cunt,' I said, whispering. 'I want to suck your cock. I want 
to suck your cock so bad.' 

"He laughed and then he was holding me in his arms and his kisses were like 
firecrackers. He let me go and slid off of the bed. He got his pants off and 
I could see his big balls hanging between his legs. His cock looked a mile 
long and when he crawled onto the bed, I slid down between his legs and took 
his cock into my mouth while my hands began tickling his dangling balls. I 
guess it was just too much for him because he almost drowned me, and in 
spite of my swallowing, he just kept gushing. I was tickling his balls and I 
could feel his whole body shaking violently, but I didn't stop. I just kept 
right on sucking him and after the flood stopped, he kept giving milk in 
tiny little drops which kept coming out of him all the while I was sucking 
him. Then he started shaking again and I knew what to expect. When the flood 
came again I was prepared for it and I knew that I had found something that 
I would never be content to be without. 

"He sort of slid forward and flopped on his face on the bed after that 
second time. He laid there for a long time, panting and gasping for breath 
and it took him a long time to calm down. 

"When he was able to sit up, he lit a cigarette and then he gave me one. He 
kept looking at me like he couldn't believe what he saw. He asked me finally 
where I had learned to suck cock. I gave him a big, innocent stare and I 
told him that I didn't really know how but J was willing to learn because I 
knew that he enjoyed it so much. He didn't answer that one. I stretched and 
my legs fell apart and he put his hand down there. I was soaked and he just 
laughed and said that I had sure had one hell of a good time when I was 
blowing him. I must have come a dozen times. I pouted and I told him that I 
would have had even more fun if he had been sucking my cunt while I was 
sucking his cock. He laughed and said that I was probably right. He got up 
then and he went out of the bedroom and I just laid there, too weak to move. 

"A few minutes later he came back into the room and he was all dressed up. 
He told me that he was going out on a date but he would be home early. That 
disappointed me because I had wanted to have some more fun. 

'"Is she prettier than I am?' I asked him, pouting. 

"He shook his head arid he was smiling broadly. 

"Do you suck her cunt, too?' I asked. 

"No,' he said. 'The only cunt I'll suck for some time now is that sweet 
little cunt you've got between your legs.' 

"I sat up and I begged him not to go out. We could have lots more fun. He 
kissed me and told me he had to go. It was business. 

"Some business,' I said, angrily. 

"He laughed and turned away from me. 

"Honey,' he said, 'you be in my bed when I get home and I'll prove to you 
that it was business.' 

"That made me feel better. He left then and as soon as I heard the door 
close behind him, I fell sound asleep. I slept for several hours and when I 
woke up, I remembered that my father had screwed me and all the rest of it. 
I got up and went into the living room and I watched television and 
masturbated while I waited for him to come home to me again. 

"I was watching the late news when he came home. He saw me sitting with my 
knees up under by chin and I was giving him a good look at what all men like 
to see. He laughed and sat down in front of my crotch and then he really 
gave me what for and I came all over his face and he just loved it. 

"We went to bed in his bed that night and he let me suck him just as much as 
I wanted to. We tried the sixty-nine and that was a real ball. I just 
couldn't stop coming all the while we were doing it and I made him come 
three times before we finally called a halt. I slept that night in his arms 
and from then on I slept in his bed every night. 

"We settled down to a life of uninhibited sex. He liked it best when I blew 
him, because he was afraid that I would get pregnant, but that was my 
favorite sport, too, so it all worked out just fine. During one of the long, 
lazy afternoons we spent in bed he tried easing it into my back hole and 
that gave me such a big thrill I just went wild and he came in me in a 
hurry. He said that I liked that very much and probably had a very sensitive 
asshole. He put his tongue in there one day and found out just how sensitive 
it was. 

"We got around to a lot of things. One day he spanked me playfully, because 
I sucked him and made him come too quickly and he liked it to last a long, 
long time. He told me that I was a greedy little minx and he was going to 
whip my ass. He took off his slipper and began walloping my bare ass with it 
and that really turned me inside out. I started coming all over myself and 
when he wanted to stop I begged him to keep it up. He did and then he 
finally gave me just enough and I had the biggest, best orgasm I had ever 
had. 

"We were both amazed. But he knew all about that stuff. He said that that 
kind of thing did wonders for him. He told me that he knew a pretty little 
girl in a brothel and she would do it for him once in a while. He said that 
he paid her fifty dollars for giving him a real going over with whips. I 
asked him why I couldn't do it for him. He stared at me and then he laughed. 
He was sure that I had inherited my depravity from him. He told me more, 
too, about how the girl would whip him and abuse him and pee in his face 
while he laid in a bathtub and then she would make him eat her for a while. 
Then she would whip him again and then sodomize him with a dildo. Just 
listening to him got me hot all over again and I had to eat his cock for a 
while so I could cool down. 

"I told him I would like to try and do for him all the things that the girl 
did and maybe he could do the same for me. He liked that idea and a few days 
later he brought home some whips and I did it just like he told me to, and 
he had himself a ball. Then he gave me a whipping, too, and I went clear out 
of my mind with that kind of sex. The blazing, bursting, sensual sensations 
that the whips brought alive in my crotch were like nothing I'd ever even 
dreamed of and I'd had lots of wild dreams. After that we took turns 
whipping hell out of each other. 

"One night he came home with a mysterious looking box and he wouldn't tell 
me what was in it until after we had eaten. Then he opened it and took out a 
really beautiful dildo. The thing looked just like a stiff prick with a nice 
set of balls and a flesh-colored harness. Daddy dear got his rear-end really 
roiled up that night. He liked it in front of a mirror so that he could 
watch me ramming it to him and he got his wish. He used it on me, too and it 
was wonderful. We settled down into a beautiful life, filled with lots of 
thrills and wonderful experiences. And we were very much in love with each 
other. There were lots of tender times when I would lie in his arms and he 
would love me and hold me and kiss me and I liked that very much, almost as 
much as the wild sex stuff. 

"When I had to go back to school, I didn't spend as much time with Bert as I 
would like, mainly because he was very busy with his work and I was in 
school most of the time. I met this lovely little brunette in school and she 
sort of latched on to me. She had a real inferiority complex but she was 
truly beautiful. She was so sweet and shy that it hurt to look at her. She 
took a fancy to me for some reason and she latched on to me and I couldn't 
shake her. She would come home with me after school and we would do homework 
and I really pushed her around but she just took it and kept coming back for 
more. 

"My father met her one afternoon and he liked her. I could tell, just by 
watching his face. I could understand why. Minnie was a mouse, but she was a 
pretty mouse. My father had an-eye for beauty. She liked him, too. When he 
went out she told me that my father was very handsome, and so young. 

"I don't know why, but I started asking Minnie questions about sex and she 
kind of choked up. She said that she was afraid of boys. But she said that 
she had tried sex with a girl friend who visited with her once and she had 
liked that very much. She was blushing deeply as she admitted that. 

"You mean that you like making love to a girl?' I asked. 

"She blushed even deeper but she said that that was the way she was and she 
just couldn't help herself. She didn't bother with boys. She didn't really 
bother with anyone much. But she had met me and she liked me and she hoped 
that I would be her friend. I looked into her pretty face and I imagined 
what it might be like to have that pretty face between my legs and I started 
to shake. I stood up and I crooked my finger at her. 

"You come with me, Minnie,' I said. 

"She got up and she followed me. We went into the bathroom. I closed the 
door behind us and then I sat down just like I was going to pee. But I 
didn't. I slid my bottom out to the edge of the seat and I spread my legs 
real wide. I looked up at her and I told her what to do. 

"Get down here and eat me, Minnie. I'm hot as hell, now hurry.' 

"She sort of sobbed and her face broke up. She gave a little moan and then 
she dropped to her knees in front of me and then she had her hot little 
mouth all over my slit and that little girl really knew her job. She turned 
me inside out and I was gasping for breath and close to fainting when "she 
finally stopped and sat huddled in front of me shivering and twitching 
because of her own passions. I sat for a moment and then I peed anyway. I 
stood up and I was weak on my feet. I pulled my panties up and flushed the 
toilet. 

"That was very nice, Minnie,' I told her. 'I enjoyed it. Now come along.' 

"She got up and we went back to fee living room. She was very pale and her 
eyes were glowing like embers in a snow field. She didn't say anything for a 
long time. Then it was time for her to go home. She stood at the door and 
she wanted to say something but she was rather hesitant. Finally she got it 
said. 

"You don't hate me because I'm like that, Joanie?' she asked. 

"Lord, no, honey,' I said. I'm happy that you can do that for me. I liked 
it, I liked it very much.' 

"She gave me a very shy smile then and looked happy. 

"I'm glad,' she said simply. 'I like doing it to you.' 

"She flashed me a happy smile and then went out. When Bert came home that 
night he mentioned what a pretty thing Minnie was and I told him feat she 
was a Les. He blinked and asked how I knew. I told him all about what she 
had done for me. He sat there at the table with his eyes gleaming and then 
he asked me if I could arrange it so that he could watch us when we got at 
it. I said sure. Anytime. I asked him if he was going to feed her some cock 
and he said he sure would like to. And, if I was the sweet little daughter 
he thought I was, I would help him. 

"The idea of seeing Minnie getting the whole works did tickle me. It made me 
hot as hell and Bert had to do something about me right then and there. He 
led me into fee bedroom and we had us a quick sixty-nine and that sort of 
put my brains back into gear. 

"Poor Minnie. She never had a chance. The following Saturday afternoon I 
invited her over to the house and I let her have just enough of my pussy to 
get her real hot. Then I suggested feat we both take all of our clothes off 
and I would play wife her while she worked on my cunt. She went for feat. 
She was gorgeous wife her clothes off. Her breasts were small but 
beautifully shaped wife little red nipples and her hips were wide and 
rounded and her little cunt was beautiful. She was really something truly 
lovely. She went right after my pussy and she had me in orbit in a hurry. 
She got me so hot and so worked up I forgot all about fee plan and I was 
just as startled as Minnie when Bert walked in on us and coughed. 

"Minnie moved liked a scared rabbit and she was in no position to deny 
anything. Her lips were smeared with the thick juices of my crotch and she 
just sat up and began to cry. She sort of went to pieces. She had such a 
terrible time of it, I actually felt sorry for her. I reached out and pulled 
her into my arms and I tried to soothe her. 

"Bert sat down in a chair close to the bed and he just examined poor 
Minnie's naked body very candidly. She was so upset she had no awareness of 
her position. She had her legs wide open and Bert was looking at her cunt 
and he sure liked what he was seeing. I kept trying to get Minnie to stop 
crying. I was telling her that Bert wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't 
going to say anything to anybody. Minnie blubbered in my arms and she just 
wouldn't stop crying. I finally shook her and I told her to shut the hell 
up. Things weren't as bad as she thought. She stopped bawling and she looked 
at Bert and then at me and her face flamed as she closed her legs and she 
tried to hide her pretty boobs. 

"But he's your father,' she said, nervously. 'lle'll tell my mother. The 
shock would kill her. I can't let him do that.' 

"You live with your mother?' Bert asked her. 

"She nodded and she told us that her mother was always working and she was 
alone much of the time so she had chosen me for her friend and now we had 
gotten into trouble simply because she loved me so much. She didn't realize 
that I Was stark-naked in front of my father and I wasn't making any attempt 
to cover up. 

"Bert asked her if she didn't like men and she said that she didn't really 
know. She had only done sexual things with girls. Bert came over and he sat 
on the bed. He put his hand between her legs and the way she was squirming I 
knew that he had his fingers in her and they were really working nicely. I 
was still hugging her and when Bert asked her if she didn't like what he was 
doing to her, she shivered and a big smile made her face beautiful. 

"Oh, yes,' she said, passionately. 'Oh, my, yes.' 

"Bert kept his fingers working in her cunt and a moment later she began 
shaking all over the place and she opened her legs wide and she began coming 
with a shuddering spasm that shook her to pieces. Bert shifted his position 
and then he had her little twat in his mouth and he sure put that girl on 
cloud nine in a hurry. I was hugging her and kissing her and she just tore 
herself apart with the wildest frenzies I had ever seen. I had thought that 
I was a ball of fire, but Minnie just lost everything and her whole body 
seethed with sheer lust and carnal pleasures. Bert worked on her for as long 
as an hour at least, and then he got up and while I held her in my arms, he 
gave it to her. That little pussy of hers slid right down over his big 
hard-on and then the two of them got locked into a crazy session of 
hip-swinging fucking and I could see Bert's whole rear caving in as he came. 
Man, what a load he pumped into that little girl. She was clutching him, 
panting and wheezing and she was sobbing too. 

"When he pulled out, he looked at me and I went right down on her and she 
had the sweetest little box I have ever encountered. She was moaning and her 
hips just couldn't stay still and Bert was kissing her mouth and she was 
holding him and tonguing his mouth like crazy and when I made her pop she 
whinnied just like a little horse and then she sort of slumped and Bert held 
her to him in a gentle embrace while I feasted shamelessly on her lovely 
young flesh. 

"Minnie became our little friend after that. She was very happy for the 
attention we gave her and no matter what we wanted to do to her, it was just 
fine with her. She even liked the whips. But she liked Bert to give her a 
whipping and then, while she was still in the throes of the orgasms it 
induced in her, she liked to blow him while I gave her some more whip to 
increase her ardor. She really was a wild one. 

"I guess that Minnie and I were friends for four years, which means that 
Bert was enjoying both of us for all that time. Then something happened to 
Minnie's mother's job and she moved away from us. We got letters from her 
telling us how much she missed us and about a year after that we got a 
letter telling us that she was getting married and after that, nothing. 

"Bert and I were still living in complete bliss and I was quite grown up and 
I was having my problems with boys. Bert kept telling me that I should get 
married. He said no matter how much fun we were able to have, a girl needed 
a husband, a guy who would support her and give her a home. That sounded 
good but I didn't want to give up my life with Bert. When he pointed out to 
me that I might not have to, I began to look around. After all, a girl could 
always visit her father; There wasn't anything wrong with that. 

"I dated a lot of guys and none of them suited me as a partner, or a 
husband. Then I met Virgil. 

"He worked at the same place that I did and he was a very nice looking boy, 
blonde and very gentle in his ways. He was almost effeminate, really, but I 
liked him. I liked him very much, mainly because he so obviously loved me 
and worshiped me. When Bert met him he said he thought Virgil might be a bit 
gay, but it never showed up with me. He was always the soul of politeness 
and gentleness with me and when he asked me to marry him, I promised that I 
would think it over. Virgil came from a very wealthy family and I was sure 
that we would always be able to pay the rent. 

"I talked it all over with Bert and it was finally decided that I would 
marry Virgil and Bert and I would still keep up our life together. Bert was, 
in fact, quite pleased about my marriage. I was quite pleased too because 
Virgil's folks gave us a lovely home and life looked very happy for us. I 
discovered on our wedding night that Virgil was no ball of fire in bed. He 
laid me and slobbered over my breasts and that was that. I settled for that 
because I always had Bert to go to for the type of lovemaking that I had to 
have. 

"Virgil's idea of a good sex life was a joke. We would get into bed and he 
would kiss me a few times, then he would kiss my breasts and suck the 
nipples a bit while he used his fingers to rub me between my legs. Then he 
would put it into me and wriggle a few times and that was it. 

"Consequently, the first afternoon I got to spend with Bert, I was wild for 
the type of sex that we knew and loved and I sure got more than I bargained 
for because Bert was all stored up and he was as horny as hell. Our session 
took place in the old apartment and we had the whips, the blow jobs, the 
whole works. It got to be so good that I knew I couldn't leave Bert and his 
lovely cock so when it was about dinner time I called Virgil and told him 
that I was visiting my father and that he wasn't feeling too well. Watching 
Bert stroking his big hard-on, I felt awful. He had never felt better. I 
told Virgil that I might stay the night with my father and sort of look 
after him. He agreed that that was the right thing for me to do so I just 
climbed back into bed with Bert and we went back to balling. We kept it up 
all damned night, that's how starved we were. When we were exhausted, we 
simply went to sleep in each other's arms. 

"Virgil walked in and found us like that in the morning. In our frenzy for 
sex we had both forgotten that Virgil had a key to the apartment. Bert had 
given it to him just before we got married so that he could let me in at 
night, and he would have a key in case he was asked to get anything for me. 
He used it that morning and when I woke up he was sitting in the chair 
beside the bed crying like a little boy. Bert woke up, too, because Virgil 
was snuffling and making a lot of noise. Bert got out of bed and got into 
his robe and then he asked me to fix some coffee for all of us. Then he 
dealt with Virgil. I don't know what he said, exactly, but Virgil wasn't 
crying any more. In fact, he looked to be quite pleased. 

; "I've had a little talk with Virgil,' Bert said smiling. I've explained 
things to him and he is very much relieved about things, aren't you, 
Virgil?' 

"My husband looked up at Bert adoringly and he actually lisped. 

"Oh, my, yes,' he said, happily. 'I am very much relieved.' 

"Bert looked at me and grinned. He explained to me that Virgil was a 
delicate type, and he was not really geared to handle girls. He would rather 
have a nice big fat cock to suck than anything else in the world and Bert 
had promised that Virgil could do himself a lot of good by just keeping his 
damned mouth shut and enjoying life. 

"Virgil sat in the chair and he was beaming at me. I got sore. He had been 
conquered so easily. I started to berate him but Bert told me to keep quiet. 
We would have to be very good to Virgil and perhaps if he moved in with us, 
he could be helpful in putting things into their proper niche. We could 
start right away. He asked me to call in and report Virgil sick. Then we 
would have some breakfast and then begin to have some fun. I went and made 
the call and then I went back to fixing breakfast. Virgil and Bert came out 
to the table and they were smiling at each other like lovers. Bert told me 
that I would not have to worry about Virgil at all any more. He understood 
people like Virgil and he would take care of everything. 

"That was a most amazing day. Bert went after Virgil like a conqueror. He 
got out a whip and he gave Virgil a hell of a going over and my stalwart 
husband loved it. Bert strapped on the dildo and screwed him up the ass and 
Virgil went wild with delight. His dick was spending all over the place and 
when Bert sat down and had Virgil kneel beside him, he patted Virgil's head 
like a dog's, while I knelt and blew Bert several times. 

"I learned a lot about my husband that day. When Bert told him to go down on 
me and eat me, he did it and that boy had all kinds of talent when it came 
to that. He just had to be driven and Bert knew it. My Virgil performed 
splendidly and I was quite proud of him. Bert finally gave him his 
reward-and he knelt and blew Bert, while Bert ate me. I just didn't 
understand any of it. But, I loved all of it. And I have been loving every 
minute of my life ever since. 

"Bert moved in with us and we are a very happy little group. Perhaps it is a 
shame that Bert should have to be my father, but I don't think about it. I 
am happy with my husband and my father and we live a life of complete 
freedom with each other. Bert sometimes likes to blow Virgil and I don't 
mind. They are very virile men and there is always enough for me. There are 
those I suppose who would criticize, but nothing bothers me. My feeling is 
that everyone should live as well as we do. I am grateful to Bert for 
opening so many doors of pleasure to me. Without him and his guidance I 
would probably be a dull little housewife having no fun at all. I'd die if I 
had to live a life like that." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT Whatever Lola Wants 

There are many species that devour their young and while such cannibalism is 
regarded as the height of horrible acts, there are many parents who have a 
tendency to devour their young, and this is what can happen, psychically, 
when a parent seduces or exploits a child for sexual pleasures. There are 
many unfortunate cases where this has actually occurred. The facts would 
tend to show, however, that such exploitation can be a desired relationship 
and when this happens the sexuality unleashed can often be without any 
controls whatsoever and it is difficult, even for the psychiatrist, to 
understand how there can be any real pleasure involved. 

Unfortunately, anyone can be a parent and there is never any way of knowing 
or predicting just what can happen in a parent-child relationship. That 
incest can and does develop is pretty well established, but there are many 
instances wherein the crime of incest is but one element of abuse and the 
child is exploited for the edification or sensual pleasure of its parent. 
When such a state develops, the two can often live together for years in a 
state that is relatively pleasant for both parties concerned. Too, in spite 
of abuses forced upon the young, the child can develop a liking for the 
abuses and thrive under such acts. 

Ronnie T. is twenty-four and a machine operator in a factory. He is going to 
night school in order to better his education. Unmarried, he is the product 
of an incestuous relationship that developed between himself and his very 
pretty and very young mother. He suspects that he was born out of wedlock 
because his mother was fifteen when he was born and he has never known a 
father. He was always impressed by his mother's exceptional beauty and his 
life with her he regards as a period of great joy and actual bliss. 

"Lola, my mother, was always very beautiful,' he says. "She is a brunette 
with big brown eyes, a warm arid gentle smile and she always made me know 
how very much she loved me. She has a very wonderful figure, and ever since 
I can remember men have been after her, but she never seemed to care much 
about any one man. 

"We lived in New York when I was born and I guess she must have worked some, 
but it seems to me that she was. always with me. I think the times that I 
remember best were the times when Lola would bathe me. When that took place 
she was always telling me how much she loved me and I know I liked to hear 
that. 

"We moved from the East and finally settled down here, and life was very 
pleasant. You see, Lola was very pretty and when other kids would come to 
our house they were always telling me about it, and I liked hearing that, 
too. 

"But while I was growing up, Lola made my daily bath a big thing and she was 
always playing with my privates, bathing them, and powdering them and she 
would sit and play with my sexual parts for hours after I had been bathed. 
After I became older, around ten or eleven, I used to enjoy that part of the 
bath best of all. 

"One evening Lola was playing with my genitals while I was lying on the bed. 
I was a big boy and I know that I had long ago protested that I could take a 
bath by myself, but she had cried and said that that was her major pleasure 
and she couldn't give it up. She had cried so hard and so much, I never 
mentioned it again. By the time I was twelve, I liked having my pretty 
mother play with my parts. She would sit beside me on the bed and stroke my 
prick and she told me one day that she was making it grow, because a man 
needed a large sexual organ if he was to make a wife happy. 

"This one evening I was in bed and she was kneeling down between my legs and 
her fingers were fondling my balls and the other hand was very slowly 
jerking me off. It got to be a very pleasurable sensation and I tried to 
stop her because I knew that she was doing something that was bad. She 
smiled when I tried to stop her. She asked me if it was beginning to feel 
nice and when I nodded her smile just got bigger and bigger. Then she told 
me that as long as I was getting to be a big boy, she was going to try to 
help me grow a bigger penis in the nicest way. She was going to take it into 
her mouth and suck on it, because sucking on it made it grow. 

"You will like it when Mother sucks you,' she said, still smiling, 'but 
that's quite all right. You are supposed to like it and the nicer it feels 
while I'm doing it, the better it is working. Will you remember?" 

I nodded and then she bent her head and gobbled everything into her mouth 
and that felt awfully nice right away. After a while she had to ease off 
because I got a hard-on. She seemed to like the appearance of my cock 
because she smiled as she started to suck on it. She was sliding it in and 
out in her mouth and I could feel the strong pull she was exerting and it 
felt like she was sucking my blood out. I mean, I could feel stuff trickling 
in my dick, like I was peeing, but it wasn't that. 

"She slid her mouth off of it and she sat up straight. She grinned and then 
she asked me if I liked what she was doing. I told her that I did, that it 
felt awful good. She kissed me and she said that it was supposed to feel 
good. Then she went back to sucking it and it felt nicer and nicer and after 
a while I began to feel a beautiful sensation in my balls and in my cock and 
all between my legs. The pain just got nicer and nicer and I couldn't keep 
my legs still. Then it was over and my mother lifted her head and looked 
like she was half-asleep. She kissed me on the mouth and hugged me and 
seemed very happy. 

"Did my baby like that?' she asked 

"I sure had liked it and I told her so. She laughed and said that I should 
go to sleep and she would give me another treatment after she bathed me the 
next night and every night. 

"I was knowledgeable enough to know that what my mother was doing with me 
every night wasn't the right thing to do, but I was not going to complain. 
She did it to me every night and it got to be better and better and I knew 
that she was sucking fluid out of me and swallowing it all the time, but it 
got so that I lived for the nocturnal sessions after my bath. 

"As time passed my mother changed, kind of. She was being affected 
differently by what she was doing and so was I. When I was fifteen I had no 
illusions about what my mother was doing and I was able to perform pretty 
well for her. 

She would still bathe me and I was a big boy with a big cock and a big set 
of balls and we both pretended that we weren't really aware of exactly what 
was going on. 

"Lola never did let me grow pubic hair. She began shaving my genitals when 
it first started coming in. She said she didn't want her little boy growing 
up too fast. So, she would bathe me and then rub her depilatory lotion all 
over my crotch and I never did have any hair there. But this one night, Lola 
got onto the bed with me, and began playing with my cock and my balls. I got 
an enormous hard-on and she began stroking it and admiring it. While nothing 
startling had changed overnight, or anything like that, I think it was a 
case of her realizing that she was playing with a cock that was fully 
developed. 

"She bent her head and started sucking it and something about the fact that 
she was a pretty girl got to me and I started pumping juice in a hurry. She 
just shivered and moaned and tried to suck me so hard that it began to hurt. 
She kept on sucking for a long time after I came, and then she lifted her 
face and she stared at me with a funny expression. I realized that she was 
as hot as she could be. She was sexually aroused and it was tearing her to 
pieces. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. 

"Baby,' she said quietly, breathing funny as she talked, 'I think it's about 
time we had a talk. You know that I am sucking you off all the time, don't 
you?' 

"I nodded, too shaken by the orgasm I had had to do much talking. She smiled 
and her hand was wrapped around my cock and she was slowly moving it up and 
down. 

"I love you so much, Ronnie,' she said, 'but I love your cock. And I am 
going to go right on sucking you off. I can't help it. I love doing it to 
you. And now you have grown up and you come to your cream beautifully. 
That's what I want, Ronnie. I can't help it, that's the way I am.' 

"I know,' I said. I was smiling. 'I'm glad, because I like what we do, too.' 

"She kissed me again and went after it again. She was different after that. 
She would use her tongue and her mouth and she was impossible to satisfy. 
She would lick my crotch and my balls and she would stick her tongue in my 
anus and I liked that. Then she would start sucking and keep at it until she 
couldn't get any more out of me. Then she would let me sleep. 

"That was every night and I really loved the way she did things. She began 
feeding me high potency vitamins and started studying up on health foods and 
things like that. She made me eat all kinds of crazy foods and nuts and 
stuff like that, but it sure worked on me. I had a hard-on all the damned 
time. When I was in school there wasn't anything that I could do about it, 
but she made me wear a silk ribbon harness that held my cock tightly against 
my belly so that no one could tell I had a rail on. But it worked out all 
right. It became apparent that I had no pubic hair and when anyone noticed I 
simply said that it had never grown and I had no stubble there, just clear 
skin, so who could say no? 

"But after I began to feel the effects of the special diet and health foods 
that Lola was feeding me, she would have to do something about me as soon as 
I got home from school. And she was always glad to help me. 

"I would walk into the house and plop down in a kitchen chair and she would 
kneel and take my cock out and then she would pull me down till I could walk 
around with a hard-on for a while. Lots of times she would have to make me 
come about three times before I was all right. 

"After dinner and homework it was time for my bath and she would get me all 
steamed up again and then spend a couple of hours sucking me till I was 
finally emptied out. She sure knew what she was doing when it came to 
keeping me in a state of permanent heat. I found out later on that she had 
studied all about that during the years when I was growing up. 

"My sixteenth birthday was a sort of turning point. We had a nice birthday 
party for me with a cake and candles and the whole works. Some of the kids I 
went to school with came over in the afternoon and we had the cake and some 
games and Lola was all dressed up and I knew that the guys were envying me 
my lovely young mother, because they were all looking at her with admiring 
glances. I looked at her, too, and I realized that she had a very nice 
figure. Her breasts seemed to be very pretty and quite large. She had a very 
narrow waist and a nice round bottom and long, beautiful legs. She was 
wearing nylons and high heels and she really was a knockout. 

"She saw me looking at her and she smiled and raised her eyebrows. She 
seemed to know that I was admiring her and it pleased her. She served us ice 
cream and cake and then we played some more games and then the party broke 
up and Lola and I were alone. She sat at the table with me, having a cup of 
coffee and a cigarette. She smiled at me and then she reached out and patted 
my hand. 

"Did you have a nice day, dear?' she asked. 

"I told her that I had had a very nice day and thanked her for the party. 
She patted my hand some more and then she told me that she had some other 
nice things planned for me. She reached out and touched my crotch and I had 
gotten a hard-on just looking at her and she laughed and she took me by the 
hand and pulled me up onto my feet. She said that it was time for me to take 
a nap and I knew what that meant and so did she. She was going to undress me 
and then she would spend a couple of hours sucking me dry. 

"But things were different that day. Instead of taking me into my bedroom, 
she led me into hers. She undressed me and then she pushed me down onto her 
bed. She lost no time in sucking me off and she made me give her a couple of 
big loads and then she let me rest. She lit a cigarette and handed it to me. 
She smiled when I took it and she sat for a moment staring into my eyes. I 
could see the love and affection for me shining there. 

"Do you think I'm pretty, dear?' she asked me. She was sitting on the bed in 
her pretty clothes and she looked beautiful. 

"Yes" Mama,' I said. 'You are beautiful.' 

"That made her smile. She patted my cheek and began talking to me. She said 
that I was sixteen and very much a man, so she was going to begin treating 
me like a man. Always, she had withheld herself and I had never even seen 
her even partially undressed. That was all going to change now. I was not 
only going to become well-acquainted with her body, I was going to learn how 
to give her pleasure, too. And I was going to stop calling her Mama. 
Henceforth I was going to call her Lola. Would I like to live like that? Was 
she kidding? Just hearing her talk like that got me so hot I was laying 
there with a big hard-on. She saw it and laughed. 

"She bent down and started kissing me hotly, passionately. Her one hand was 
playing with my dick and I got so excited I came and I felt the hot drops on 
my belly and my legs. She felt it in her hand and stopped kissing me. She 
turned around and sucked the last of it out of my dick, then she licked the 
drops up. 

"She told me that she knew that she was terrible and that she was depraved, 
but she couldn't help herself. She said that she would do terrible things to 
me, anything to make me give her more juice, and she was going to make sure 
that we always stayed together so that she could enjoy her lovely young man. 

"She lit another cigarette and then she put the bed Hghts on and in the glow 
of the soft lamps she was unbelievably lovely. She sat and looked at me, her 
smile happy and gay. She tried to explain herself to me and she said that 
over the years her depravity had bred an insatiable appetite in her for the 
products of my loins. She said that lot of girls became especially fond of 
semen and that it did wonderful things for the female. She was sorry that 
she was the way she was, but there wasn't anything that she could do about 
it and she knew that she would abuse me shamefully but that was the way she 
was, too. 

"All of the things that she was trying to explain, I knew about anyway, so I 
couldn't understand her desire to explain. She went on and said that things 
were going to be different starting right away. Then she stood up and she 
took her dress off. She was standing there in her lacy bra and I could just 
glimpse the creamy-white flesh of her breasts. Her panties were fancy, too, 
and they were soaked at the crotch. She saw my glance there and she smiled. 
Her thighs were softly rounded and very pretty. They were wet, too. She came 
back to me on the bed and she knelt beside me. 

"Girls come, too,' she said, smiling. ''very much like boys do. And, every 
time I make you come, I do it, too. That's why I'm so wet. You'll learn.' 

"Then she went after my dick again and knelt between my legs. 'I could see 
the firmness of the tops of her breasts and just looking at her like that 
made me pump out like crazy. She had herself a beautiful time. 

"It got so that she couldn't get another drop out of me and my cock wilted 
in her mouth. She didn't get sore. She stopped with the sucking and she said 
that I could rest for a little while. She went to the bathroom and took a 
shower. When she came back to me, she Was wearing a bathrobe. She lit a 
cigarette and sat down on the chair close to the bed. She was facing me and 
she told me to sit up. When I did, she made me sit on the edge of the bed 
facing her. She asked me then if I wanted to learn how to love her breasts 
and when I nodded, she asked me to open her robe and she would show me how. 
I opened her robe and her breasts were lovely, pert things, springing 
straight out from her chest. The nipples were hard and red and when she 
caught my hands and put them against the lovely flesh, she moaned and gasped 
and drew her breath in sharply. She began to shake and she smiled at me. 

"I'm coming," she said, softly. "I can't help it. It's just so nice. Oh, 
squeeze them. Squeeze them hard and I'll come again. Oh, that's it. That's 
it.' 

"She sort of sat up and she taught me how to suck her breasts and use my 
hands on them. I i 

loved doing that to her. While I was sucking her breasts, she was holding my 
head in her arms and she was saying things to me in a soft, whispering tone. 

"I love to have you suck my breasts, and later, you will learn how to suck 
me between my legs. That is so nice for a girl. You will do it, won't you, 
darling?' 

"I could not have spoken just then if my life depended upon it but I nodded 
my head and she gave a soft, warm laugh of pure joy. 

"A few moments later she let my head go and I was able to move again. She 
told me to get down on the floor so that she could let me look at her 
between her legs. She smiled and said that she hoped I was the type of boy 
who liked cunt. That's exactly what she said. Once I got down on my knees 
between her legs and looked at the delicate little slit between her legs I 
sure turned out to be a boy who loved it. She coached me and when I tasted 
her sexual flesh I went nuts and started coming all over the place and no 
one was even touching me. 

"I just couldn't do enough to please her. She laid back in her chair and for 
a while she told me just what to do with my tongue and my Ups and how to 
suck at her flesh and then she just lost all interest in talking. I knew 
that she was haying beautiful spasms every time she would come and I was 
enjoying every minute of it. I'm sure that I, spent at least an hour with 
her lovely little pussy. She stopped me finally, and then we got onto the 
bed and I learned all about the sixty-nine and we spent hours at that, until 
we were both too exhausted to move. 

"I think we both slept for a while. I know I did. She woke me up to tell me 
that it was time for our dinner. She had already fixed it. We ate in an 
embarrassed silence but afterwards, she wanted to talk, and she told me that 
she had always been a hot piece and she could never get enough of sex. She 
would be impossible to satisfy, but from then on we were going to have sex, 
sex and more sex. She didn't care whether I liked it that way or not. That 
was the way it was going to be. That was fine with me and I said so. 

"After that we went back to bed and the sixty-nine again. That night I slept 
with her and I always did from then on. But things began to change. There 
was a streak of cruelty in Lola and it began to come out. She was demanding 
and always hard to please. 

"She began teaching me a lot of sexual tricks. She liked it when I fucked 
her and she would go wild with frenzy when I would come in her. After it was 
all over, she would make me suck it all out of her and kiss her and deliver 
it to her. She liked that little trick very much. I didn't at first, but 
then I just didn't mind any more. I told her that I could use a rubber if 
she was so worried about losing some of her precious nectar but she wouldn't 
have that. She said it did beautiful things to her when I came in her and 
she didn't want to give that up. 

"It got so that nothing I did was ever enough. Her depravity began to 
increase. She began acting like she hated me and that upset me horribly. She 
was always at my crotch trying to drag more and more of the cream she loved 
so much out of me. Sometimes she would get so hot that she would be on fire 
for days. I could always tell when she got like that. As soon as I'd get 
home from school, she would make me kneel at her feet while she sat and 
played with herself. When she was close to coming I would have to take her 
sex in my mouth and suck her as hard as I could while she had her orgasm. I 
was never able to suck her hard enough. She told me that she was going to 
buy a whip and use it on me and then I'd suck the way she wanted me to. She 
did buy a whip and she drove me crazy with it, because it turned out that I 
liked that. 

"She was still massaging my loins and keeping me hairless down there and 
when she was going to whip me, she would rub my buttocks and my genitals 
with a lotion that she had bought and that would make every nerve-end so 
sensitive that she could blow her breath on my genitals and I would almost 
come. That's what that damned lotion could do. She got into the habit of 
whipping me whenever she felt like it. She would use the whips on me for any 
reason. Maybe I made her come too quickly, maybe I didn't do it exactly as 
she wanted me to do it, or maybe I was a few minutes late getting home from 
school. Any reason would get me a whipping. But I didn't mind, I loved the 
heavy, sensual sensations that I could enjoy while she was doing it to me 
and she knew it. 

"One night, when she was in a very loving mood and I had pleased her very 
much, she told me that she was sorry she abused me so much but she couldn't 
help herself. She got sexually stimulated and very much excited erotically 
by abusing me. I knew it, and I told her that I loved her. I would always 
love her, and she could do anything that she pleased with me. She laughed 
softly and then kissed me. She told me that she probably would do anything. 

"One night about a week later, she was in a rage and whipped me severely. 
She got very angry because she had made me come a couple of times with the 
whips and that infuriated her, so she told me that she wanted me in the 
bathroom right away. She was blazing with sexual excitement and she made me 
lie down on the floor of the shower. She stood above me, her feet far apart 
and then she giggled. She pissed all over me then and when she was doing it, 
she giggled again. I didn't really mind that, but when she knelt on top of 
my face and ordered me to suck her off, that made me feel bad. She liked 
urinating all over me and that became a favorite trick of hers. And she got 
into the habit of beating me with an insane fury while I was sucking her. It 
got so that I dreaded making her come because while she was coming, she 
would whip me with a frenzy that not only popped me but nearly drove me out 
of my skull with exaggerated and unbearable sensual ecstasies. 

"Lola got worse and worse. She liked to keep me in the house all day on 
Saturdays and Sundays and she would tie strings around my genitals so that 
they would be puffy and stick out and she was always stinging them with the 
whips. But, in spite of all of the things that she did to me, I loved her 
and I never wanted to leave her. I adored her and I didn't think of her as 
my mother. 

"She was a leech, of course. Every night she would take my cock in her mouth 
and keep sucking it long after I had fallen asleep, too exhausted and worn 
out by her hungers to stay awake. 

"We lived like that for several years and then Lola began to change again. 
She started going out with guys and I knew that she was putting out for 
them. After all, I was always tasting my own semen when I would empty her 
cunt and kiss her so that she could salvage it, so I knew what was going on, 
but she never let me say anything about it. I just kept my mouth shut and 
went on with my schooling and my strange life with my beautiful and depraved 
mother. " 

"Then she met this guy Eddie. I liked Eddie. He was a big guy and he had a 
store. He liked Lola and they went together for a long time. But it appeared 
that they weren't having sex, because when Lola would come home from a date 
with him and demand that I suck her for a while, she was always nice and 
clean. She would make me entertain her for a while, then she wanted a 
sixty-nine and then she would lie down on the bed and suck on me while I 
drifted off to sleep. It was that way every night, but during the daytime 
and the weekends, she was just as vicious as ever. 

"She and Eddie kept going together and after about a year of that, she told 
me that she and Eddie were thinking of getting married. She said that Eddie 
liked me and he would be glad to keep me with them always so I would really 
not have to worry about anything. 

"The idea of her getting married disturbed me and she just laughed at me. 
Then she told me that Eddie was going to come and spend the following 
weekend with us. When I just stared at her, she gave me one of her big 
smiles and I didn't say anything more. But I worried about Eddie coming to 
visit. 

"He came home with her on Friday evening and she fixed a nice dinner for us. 
She looked awfully excited and sort of glowing and she seemed sexually 
aroused, very much so. I couldn't understand that. Eddie kept looking at me 
and at her and he was always smiling. 

"My mother was working at that time and she had met Eddie at her job. During 
the years when I was growing up, she hadn't worked and I discovered 
eventually that her folks had left her pretty well-fixed, but she had 
finally taken a job because she wanted to get out and see more of the world. 

"That's how she found Eddie. They were lucky because the devil must have 
matched them. He was just as bad if not worse than she was. As soon as we 
were finished with dinner, Lola gave me a nice smile and told me to go to my 
room. She would be in, in a few minutes. I didn't know what was going to 
happen so I just did as I was told. I sat on my bed and I was very nervous 
because I had seen Lola in a mood like the one she had before and I always 
had a bad time with her when she was like that. 

"She and Eddie came into my room a few minutes later and Eddie smiled at me 
and it did seem that he liked me. Lola was even more excited and she told 
Eddie that she would have to get out of her clothes right away because she 
was coming all over her legs and it felt messy. Eddie just grinned and kept 
looking at me. 

"Lola undressed right down to the buff and Eddie began getting out of his 
clothes, too. Lola looked at me with a wide-eyed stare and told me to get 
undressed, too. We were going to have a party. 

"Eddie was built like a bull between his legs and as soon as Lola saw his 
big rod, she grabbed it and went down on it. She blew him before he even had 
a chance to sit down. Eddie did sit down after she popped him the first 
time. He reached for my genitals and began playing with them. I could tell 
from the look in his eyes that he wanted them desperately. Lola told me to 
get up onto the bed and straddle him. That big man took my dick into his 
mouth and began sucking me while Lola was sucking him. The way he went after 
it, he hurt me, and I was whimpering for a long time. After he got several 
loads out of me, he began using his hands to squeeze more and still more. I 
was dry and he couldn't get any more, but he kept right on with his mouth 
and it began hurting again, but he wouldn't give up. He was doing something 
with his tongue and I felt Lola's tongue sliding up my rear-end and I knew 
that she was helping him. The stimulation just got to be too much for me and 
he got some more out of me, after all. When he finally let me alone I was 
shaking like a leaf and I was as weak as a cat. 

"I slumped down onto the bed on my belly and I heard Lola laugh as she asked 
him how he liked her own private cow and he laughed, too, and said that he 
could live with a cow like that. Then he was using his mouth between Lola's 
legs and they were doing a sixty-nine that lasted for a long, long time. I 
could hear the loud, obscene sounds that they were making and that upset me. 

"A bit later Lola laid down and he gave her a really wild screwing. Of 
course, I had to suck it all out and let her have it. When she was kissing 
me, and getting it, I was on top of her and that gave Eddie a chance to 
sodomize me. That got me sore at first, but in seconds it became a truly 
lovely experience. 

"The weekend became a real sex orgy and Eddie got to see Lola whip me and 
all of the other stuff. One time, after she had whipped me severely while I 
was sucking her, she asked Eddie if he would like to see what my soft mouth 
could do for him. When he said yes, she made me take his sexual organ into 
my mouth and do to him what lie had done to me. The surprising thing about 
that was that I enjoyed it very much and it got me so excited I forgot to 
save what Lola wanted, but she just laughed and said the hell with it. Eddie 
said that I was a jewel and a real delight and they would have lots of fun 
with me in the future. 

"The weekend passed for me in a sort of daze. They both kept me so 
stimulated that I didn't know whether I was coming or going. Both of them 
were draining my loins all the time, so after a while it got to be just 
plain pleasure. 

"After the weekend was over, Lola told me that she was very pleased because 
I had been so cooperative and Eddie was very pleased with me, too. She went 
on to tell me that they were going to be married very soon and that I would 
live with them and we would go right on having lots of fun. 

"Surprisingly, that was quite all right with me and when they did get 
married, I was a part of their wedding night. Lola got herself screwed and 
so did I. Both of us got to suck Eddie as much as we wanted to, and we both 
wanted to. Eddie liked me, and several times when Lola was busy with his 
privates, he got his mouth on my sexual organs and dragged every drop he 
could get out of me. Lola thought that that was very cute and she told him 
that he could have me just as much as he liked because she was going to get 
all the honey she wanted from him. 

"Our life became very pleasant. It was rich with sexuality and sensuality. 
Lola settled down into being a housewife and she and Eddie got along 
beautifully. She gave up her job and stayed home to run the house and look 
after her men, she said. She sure did that. She fed Eddie and me very 
special foods, foods that were supposed to increase our sexual powers and I 
guess that they did. She got Eddie interested in the whips and she would 
enjoy beating him because he really loved being beaten up by a pretty girl, 
and Lola was just the one to oblige him. 

"They have been married for a long time-now, and I still live with them and 
we are still as happy with each other as when we first started out. Eddie 
and I have developed a fondness for each other's loins and Lola knows about 
it. She doesn't mind. 'very often, when her own appetites have been well 
satisfied, she will sit and watch us and sometimes she will participate. 
Eddie got her a dildo that is quite spectacular and she sodomizes us both 
with that. 

"We really don't want for anything. I've met several girls that I have 
liked, girls that I'm sure were fond of me, but Lola has convinced me that I 
would never make it with them. I guess that she is right. My sexual 
appetites have been too well-developed and I like too many things that many 
girls simply won't do. 

"I don't really care too much about marriage. That's too late for me now. I 
don't regret the life that I have lived because I have known and still 
experience sexual pleasures that the average person could not even imagine. 

"I don't think that any of us are at all aware of the relationship between 
Lola and myself. I mean the incest. She has told me often that she would not 
be able to stay married to Eddie if she had to give me up. There are so many 
things that I do for her, so much that is emotionally rewarding in our 
relationship and I have made" her very happy over the years." 

Any comment that a researcher might make about the case histories involving 
the perpetuation of the incestual relationship that made their presentation 
here important, would really be unnecessary. The tendency on the part of the 
average reader will probably be to assume that such cases are the exception 
rather than the rule, that such people and their activities are rare and 
usually unheard of. 

Unfortunately, the sex groups and sex clubs are now exposing the existence 
of many such cliques within a family. It would appear that the moral values 
that precluded such happenings in the past are now either disappearing or 
breaking down to the point where incest is becoming more and more prevalent. 

What the outcome of our permissiveness will be eventually, no one knows, but 
it does appear that in many cases these days, sex is becoming a family 
affair. 


THE END
