Chapter 3
Many psychologists seem to suspect that there is a better chance of a homosexual affair developing between twin boys and it would seem that there is substance in such a suspicion. As has already been shown, when there is a predisposition toward sensuality and an early interest in sex, twin boys can very easliy develop a homosexual relationship and not feel particularly depraved when enjoying it.
Yet, here again, the same predispositioning factors may come alive and a relationship begun in early youth can set the pattern for what will come in later life.
Many psychiatrists have written, when discussing their homosexual patients, that one of the most powerful foes they have to deal with is the conditioning that a homosexual has achieved with his partner, a sexual compatibility not capable of development with someone else. And when there is a sexual affinity between twin boys, who become homosexual and want to change, the experts say that the chances of making a good adjustment to another partner are not really very good.
The hapless twins usually have to do the best they can and make whatever adjustment they can in order to live a well rounded sex life. Sometimes, the adjustments that they make work out rather disastrously and sometimes they work out beautifully.
Bill and Bob G. are now in their late twenties. They are handsome blond males and for years they were deeply involved in a homosexual arrangement that they enjoyed and wanted to keep.
According to Bill, they were the twins of a prosperous middle class couple. Their father was an engineer and their mother worked as a secretary in a law office, so there was always enough money and theirs was a tasteful and happy home.
"We started fooling around with each other when we were very young," Bill says. "We were sucking each other long before we were ever able to ejaculate. We just liked doing it and when we were young we slept in the same bed and it was sort of comforting to me to have Bob's cock in my mouth when I fell asleep and I know that he felt the same way.
"Of course, when we got older and started shooting juice, we adjusted to it quite naturally. And it got so that when we didn't have anything to do and we were hanging around the house we'd have us a little party. When we were about fifteen, it really got to be good, and we just sucked, that's all. No sodomy. That all came later.
"It probably won't be believed but I don't think we ever thought of ourselves as being homosexuals.
We were twins and we liked each other and I was able to experience intense pleasure when we were having our little parties. It was something that we had always done and we just kept right on with it.
"We both went out with girls when we were in high school, and one night I had a date with this little redhead who was the aggressive type. She was determined that she was going to get herself screwed, but it didn't work out for her, because no matter what she did to me, she just couldn't get me hard. She sure tried, and then she finally decided that I was afraid of her and I took her home and that was the end of that. She never went out with me again. Most of the other girls I dated weren't looking for sex. They just wanted a presentable escort and I was glad to serve.
"I know that Bob had similar experiences with the girls he dated, so I just figured we were having more fun with each other than we could have with a girl and I could easily understand that, so we just kept on with what we were doing.
"We weren't separated when we went to college and we even shared our own apartment. And, of course, we kept up our homosexual activities. It was while we were in college that we added sodomy to our bag of tricks. One afternoon we were lying on the bed and Bob began talking about it. He wanted to try it. I was quite willing to oblige so he got a jar of petroleum jelly from the bathroom and we greased ourselves and then he got up on his hand and knees and I eased my big dick into him. He began groaning and squirming and backing himself tighter against me and I could tell that he was enjoying beautiful sensations. I reached under his hips and I touched his huge hard-on and he shot all over the bed. I was giving it to him slowly and he kept begging me to ram it to him, fast and furious and when I started that, he began coming again and no one was touching him. He kept begging me not to stop and I tried to make it last as long as I could but there was such a nice, pleasurable sensation running through me that I just couldn't make it last. When I rammed it to him for the last thrust, he jammed his rear end tightly against me and I felt him shaking and I was spurting fiercely and I knew that he was coming all over again, and it was an orgasm that just drained everything out of him. He slid forward and simply collapsed on the bed. I fell on top of him, weak and shaking, and we were both soaked with sweat.
"He wriggled and moaned as I finally pulled it out of him, and after I got through with my shower he was lying on the bed smoking a cigarette and he gave me a big grin. He told me that he had just discovered one of the most beautiful sensual thrills he had ever experienced. He said it was nothing like anything else, just pure joy and rich sexual ecstasy. He said that we would rest and then he would fuck me and I could feel it too.
"By the time he was hard again, I was eager and ready to try sodomy and when he began easing his big dick into me, I began feeling sensations that were truly delicious and I did the same thing he did, I mean I backed right into it and when it slipped into me the sensations were excruciatingly delightful.
"Bob started in nice and easy and in seconds I was begging him to really give it to me hard. I was conscious of an itchy sensation, and then a rich, sexual feeling and it all got to be too much for me. He touched something deep inside of me and I could feel the swift, shuddering sensations of a beautiful orgasm and then he was really screwing me enthusiastically and I could feel these wild crazy feelings in my body and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was the nicest sensual pleasure I had ever felt and in just a few minutes I popped all over again. He kept on ramming it into me and the longer he lasted the better it felt and then I felt his desperate lunges as he approached orgasm and when I felt him coming inside me, I spurted all over the bed once again and then just as he did, I fell flat on my face and I just laid there, worn and weak and too overcome with sexual frenzies to even move. When he finally eased himself out of my body I could enjoy the rich, wormy thrills that make my flesh quiver and twitch with blissful pleasures. The whole business had impressed me enormously and I think we both knew that we had found a new source of intense erotic sensations. Bob went off to the bathroom to take a shower and clean himself up, and when I was able to move I had to shower too, because I had fallen into the mess that my ejaculations had created. I tore the covers off the bed and put them in the laundry hamper, then I went in and got into the shower stall with Bob.
"Thereafter, we did a lot of sodomy. We kept it up all the while we were in college and it was always a source of deep and rewarding sensual excitement. And after we got hooked on that, we both felt we knew just why girls enjoyed getting screwed so much. And I think that we developed a real sympathy for them.
"In spite of all the fun we were having, we did a lot of talking about our future and girls. I didn't really feel quite right about the life I was leading and I earnestly wanted to change. We did a lot of talking about things and we were honest enough to admit to ourselves that we were out-and-out homos, but we weren't too upset about it. I thought that making love to a girl might be nice and I wanted to try and change. I'd heard that homos rarely if ever actually change, but lots of them got married and they were able to make both scenes and keep themselves out of trouble.
"We finally decided that we were going to start dating more and the first time we got a chance to get laid we would take it.
"But we didn't really do too much about girls at that time. We were both graduating and taking jobs and the confusion sort of left us very little time in which to experiment or look for girls.
"Probably because we had earned engineering degrees, we were in demand and we both went to work for the same company. And when we settled down, we shared an apartment and went right on with our homosexual activities. We were happy and working and almost content with our life. We did start dating girls, though. Bob met several that he liked and when he tried sex with them, he said it was all right and enjoyable but nothing like the wild sensations he could enjoy when he was blowing me and making me come, or when I was screwing him. So we began looking around for ways to increase the sexual pleasures we were having with each other and naturally we learned all about dildos. Bob had the guts to find a place where they were sold and he bought a couple of them and brought them home. We used them on each other and while they could do wonders in the way of providing sensation, they weren't as good as a real cock, and of course, there was no sensation of orgasm transmitting itself to the sensitive tissues of the rectal tract and that was important to both of us. After using the dildos a few times we just put them away and went back to our usual way of life.
"Janet was a girl who worked in our office, and when I first met her I think I was knocked off my feet by her prettiness. She was short, about five-two, and she had a figure that was something to pray to. She was a blonde with a big, wide smile, dark blue eyes and a cute little nose. She had beautiful legs, and her breasts, even behind all of her clothing, stood out proud and pert and it amazed me to feel myself getting an erection the very first time I talked with her. When I asked her for a date she accepted so quickly I was sort of thrilled and encouraged.
"She was a lot of fun to be with and I quickly decided that she was the nicest girl I had ever known. She was nineteen and after we had had a few dates, we got around to at least talking about sex. She told me that she was quite sure she was very much oversexed because she liked that sort of thing.
"We went to the beach this one night and we sat on a blanket beside a whispering sea in the dark and we necked a little and we talked about sex. She told me lots of things. She said that she had gone with a boy in high school and he had broken her in pretty well, but because she was afraid of getting pregnant, she had never let him get into her. And that was just fine with him. He taught her how to suck him and she was always doing that for him. But after a while she got hung up on that kind of sex and she went after him so strong, he finally left her. She had developed an appetite for semen and she just couldn't ever get enough of it, so she had been having herself a hell of a time, because she wasn't the type of girl who would try that with just anybody. She had to like the guy, really care about him. It was all part of the picture as far as she was concerned.
"She was in my arms when she was telling me about her sex drives and she was crying as she explained that she was sure she was not a nice girl, the kind of girl a nice guy would want.I began necking with her and trying to soothe her and I found myself telling her that I thought she was wonderful and that I wanted her and very much, too. She began kissing me back and then I was handling her breasts and she put her hand on me and I was as hard as a rock. She got my pants open and I could feel her warm little palm wrapped around my joint and she began pumping her hand up and down slowly and it was a delightful sensation. She was breathing a little fast and she kissed me with a passion that was blazing. She laid her cheek against mine and whispered in my ear.
" T want to suck your cock,' she said. 'I want to so badly.'
"She didn't have to beg me. I told her to go right ahead. She kissed me again and she heaved a big sigh. She slid downwards until her head was in my lap. She began licking the tip of my dick and I felt her shiver and then she was sliding it into her mouth and I started squirming in sheer ecstasy as her tongue curled and she began exerting tremendous pressure as she sucked. It felt like she was reaching down deep into my loins and stirring up everything and then her fingers found my balls and she was squeezing them and pushing them tightly into my crotch as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down. She made me gush in seconds with that kind of action and when I came, her whole body shook like she had a violent chill. She was still sucking so hard it was hurting, but I couldn't stop 'her or say anything to her. I was lost in sensations and ecstasies so voluptuous I couldn't even think.
"She was truly gifted when it came to sucking. Bob was good and I was good, but nothing like the kind of talent she had. She kept on trying for more and more of me and she kept her head moving up and down and after a few minutes of that I came all over again. She lifted her head when that was all finished but I couldn't see her face in the gloom that was all around us.
" 'Play with me, too,' she said, 'I'm not wearing pants.'
"She put her head down again and she went back to sucking. I put my hands on her and when I slipped my hand up her thighs, she opened her legs and I slid my fingers into the wet, slippery well between her legs. Her hair felt soft and silky and her little slit felt blisteringly hot. I slipped a finger into the opening and she wriggled. When I found the little clit and started massaging that, she wiggled her hips and her orgasm was a tremendous physical convulsion, and she exerted herself with me and I had a wild and crazy orgasm, too.
"I think we spent most of the night there on the blanket on the beach. In time, Janet stopped sucking me and she took time out to have a cigarette. She asked me if I liked what she did and I told her I could not have been more pleased. She laughed at that and she said that she would give me some more attention after we had taken a little rest. She told me that she had enjoyed herself very much and she thought that we would get along very comfortably after that first night of sex.
"We must have talked for an hour and she told me that she thought she was in love with me and that was why I was so delicious to her, and why she was so greedy. Then she went back to sucking me some more and I resumed playing with her, too. When we finally left the beach and I was driving her home, she had her head in my lap and she was sucking all the way home. She lingered over it for a while when I parked in front of her place. Then she kissed me good night and went upstairs.
"When I saw her in the office the next day, she looked bright and alert and very happy. She told me she hadn't slept at all but she was so happy she didn't need sleep. But that night when I drove her home she said that she was going to take a shower and go right to bed. I asked her if I could come up for a little while and she said yes. If I wanted to, I could watch her take a shower.
"She fixed a drink for me when we got inside her apartment, and I carried it into the bedroom. She began undressing and she was smiling happily at the look in my eyes. Her nipples were like pale pink bullets, small and awfully hard. She had a tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Her thighs were creamy white and delicately tapered, and there was a tiny, bewitching cleft of flesh where her legs joined. She had a triangle of soft, almost white hair covering her pubic mound, but it was so light it hid nothing and when she moved I could see the delicate little pink lips shielding the opening of her sexual canal. She stood with her legs spread wide, inviting me to gaze at her most intimate parts and I took full advantage of her kindness. She came close to me and her hand reached for the bulge in my trousers, and when she felt the hardness there, she knelt on the floor in front of me. Her fingers were deft and she had my cock in her hand in seconds. She looked up at me with a pleading look and I laughed at her. She opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. When she closed her mouth and began sucking I lost all control and began gushing. I looked down at her and I saw that she had her eyes closed and she was shivering as the fluid poured into her throat. She didn't let up at all and I was trembling, and as she continued exerting pressure, I felt the sweet, pulling sensations deep within my body and I knew that she was going to have more of what she yearned for in very short order. She knew it, too, and she became even more excited and artful and when she popped me again the head of my cock ached and my brain felt like it was going to fly apart. It was rich and delightful sensation and when she finally let me go, I was a bit disappointed. She lifted her face to look up at me and I saw that her eyes were glittering with a strange, almost exalted look and she was still trembling as passion subsided slowly in her.
"She asked me to come into the bathroom with her and she took a shower while I watched. The water seemed to cool her down a bit and when she got finished she seemed to be quite all right again. She told me that she was going to send me home right away because if she let me stay, she wouldn't get any sleep and she was tired. She got into a robe and went with me to the door and she kissed me good night in a sweet, almost shy way. She told me that she loved me and then she pushed me outside into the hall.
"Bob was home when I got there and he gave me a funny look as he asked me how come I wasn't with my girl friend. He had met Janet and he seemed to like her. I think he was resenting the fact that I was seriously considering marrying Janet. He didn't want to marry anybody and he thought that I was foolish to try it. It dawned on me after listening to him that he was jealous of Janet, and I think he hated her. I didn't bother talking with him any more after I realized what was what with him. I went to bed and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
"The next night Janet and I had a date and we went right to her apartment and she fixed us some dinner. She was very cute and bossy with me. She made me help her in the kitchen and then when our dinner was cooking she made me go into the bathroom with her and I had to take a shower. She watched me and when I was drying myself off, she told me that after dinner she was going to work on me all evening. She was very threatening about it, but I didn't care. I was tickled to death. And I guess it showed because she grabbed my cock and began jerking me off and when she saw that I was getting close to coming, she slid down and finished it off with her mouth. She lingered after the first time and I thought she was going to stop but what she was doing must have stimulated her too much because she really began working on me and she popped me again and she lingered for a while, anxious to get every drop out of me, then she slid her mouth off of me and I helped her to get up onto her feet again. She gave me a big smile and I saw that she was trembling and she was still hot. She said she would give me a really wild night because she had been thinking about me all day and she was half crazy by now. She kissed me and when I started to put my clothes on again, she told me not to bother. No one could see into the apartment and she loved having me around naked.
"We sat at the table and ate the dinner she had fixed. I felt naked sitting there with her staring at me, and of course I was naked. She was all smiles and happiness and every once in a while she would reach under the table and squeeze my dick and fondle my balls and by the time she was ready for us to go into the bedroom and begin our evening of sexual pleasures, I was sure ready. I had a hard-on that felt like it was four miles long.
"She made me sit down on the bed and watch as she got out of her clothes and she was very much pleased because I thought her so pretty and so very sexy. She stood naked, gazing at me and then she moved toward the bed in a kind of strange, threatening stride and then she jumped onto the bed and she was on her hands and knees making growling noises like a dog. She sniffled around at my balls and then she began licking at my dick just like I was another dog. She was moving her face up and down in the crease between my buttocks and when she slid her tongue far up inside of the anal opening, I began squirming and she knew then that she had discovered something that I particularly liked. She kept sliding her tongue in and out of the opening and I was moaning and twitching with passion and she seemed to know that I couldn't take too much of that kind of fooling around. She left the anus and her wet tongue slid upwards and then she was capturing my cock and when I started coming, she sucked so hard she almost tore me apart. She was exceptionally hot and she went at me like an animal, intent on gorging herself, and the more I writhed and twisted in an agony of exaggerated sensation, the more she seemed to try increasing her fervor and the sensual thrills she was giving me. She used her nails to pluck the sensitive flesh of my scrotum and each time she forced another ejaculation out of me, she made a high, screeching sound deep in her throat and it emerged from her nasal passages like the sound an animal makes when it kills another.
"After she had slaked her thirst a bit, she stopped and sat up. She gazed at me with a big grin on her face and I sat up too. We smoked cigarettes and she told me that she was going to resume sucking me, but she wanted me to suck her, too. She explained that that sort of action really turned her on and she wanted to be turned on. The thought of having her sex in my mouth was not too appealing but she insisted. When we resumed our love-making, she got on top of me and I tasted the tartness that was between her legs and that affected me rather strangely. Sucking her flesh seemed to increase the intensity of the erotic ecstasy I was feeling as her mouth and tongue drove me half crazy.
"We spent most of the night in a wild and frenzied sixty-nine, and when she finally sent me home I was utterly exhausted. When I got home Bob was sound asleep and I was glad of that. It was our custom, on certain nights, to have a party of our own after I was finished with Janet, but lately, with her exhausting me so thoroughly we had sort of quit having any fun together and I knew that Bob felt bad about that, and he resented Janet.
"After that really wild night with Janet, we knew that we were deeply in love and would be married, and about two weeks later we did it. Janet gave up her apartment and she and I found a nice little house that we were able to rent, and the first couple of weeks with her in our new home were pure heaven. Once we were married, Janet really went wild with sexual demands. She started taking the pill and she liked to be screwed occasionally but after that was over, she always made me go down on her and make sure that there wasn't a drop left in her. It may sound awful, but I sort of liked doing that for her. And I found that I couldn't notice any difference between Bob's semen and my own. There just wasn't any noticeable difference, so I enjoyed my life with Janet and I tried to screw her as often as possible.
"The weekends were really rough on me, because she would blow me before I even got out of bed and she was always hungry, always at me. We would spend the whole weekend in bed and she would keep me in a state of constant depletion. But she was an -artist at the business of stimulation and when I would get lazy, usually by evening, she would use her tongue and her mouth to stimulate me. One night she treated me to a time of professional stimulation, after she'd been especially voracious during the day. She got a rag wet with scalding hot water and she held that against my balls, then she took the rag away and held a couple of ice cubes against them, and it was amazing how well that worked.
"The following day was a Sunday and she had great plans for us then. She told me she had made up a little whip and if I started to get lazy and fail to come up, she was going to use it on my genitals until they responded and worked the way she wanted them to. When she said that, I stared at her like she was mad, but she laughed and told me that I shouldn't worry too much about it. She had an idea I would love having her whip my genitals. She saw that I didn't quite believe her so she went to the bureau and got a gadget out of one of the drawers. It was a short-handled whip that she had fashioned by tying some rawhide shoe laces onto a short piece of the handle from a broom. She came over to where I was lying naked on the bed and she smiled as she told me to lift my knees up and hold them far apart. When she saw that I was very nervous about the whole business, she laughed and told me to at least give it a try. She promised that she wouldn't hurt me.
"I felt like an idiot, but I did as she asked and when I had my genitals fully exposed, she lifted her hand and brought the leather strands down against them. She was being very gentle and the touch of the leather stung a bit, but it was a nice, pleasant sensation, decidedly erotic and I liked it. She kept flicking her wrist up and down and the leather laces kept stinging my balls and my cock and the area beneath, and as it continued, I became conscious of a deep, itching sensation that was exceptionally delightful. She was smiling at me, watching my reaction. I noticed that she was hitting me harder and harder but I didn't mind because it felt like a million worms were crawling and seething in my groin and it was a sensual sensation too rich to endure. She brought the whip down in a harsh, vicious cut and when the leather touched my whole sexual area, I came all over myself and she watched it all, smiling with a superior knowledge. She put the whip down and quickly gave me a tongue bath so that nine of her precious honey was wasted. Then she blew me again and when I came that time, the raw, raging sensations were like nothing I had ever felt before.
"When we took time for a smoke and a little visit, she explained to me that lots of girls liked to whip their men before they blew them because doing that always gave them a much more bountiful reward, and there was a difference in the taste of the material they wanted, and that was a real benefit. I had to admit that what she had done to me with her home-made whip had increased the erotic sensations of orgasm immensely. She confessed that she liked to have her sexual flesh stimulated with the whip, because it gave her a beautiful reaction, top. When she asked me to do that for her, I was glad to and I enjoyed it as much as she did.
From then on, the whip became a permanent part of our sexual life. And no matter how lazy my cock was, Janet could give me a little working over with the whip and it responded very quickly to her efforts. As time passed, we discovered that I could take more and more of the whip and much harsher blows than what she had first started with. She said that I was becoming conditioned to her little toy, and I guess she was right.
"You'd think that with a full, rich sex life going with Janet I'd be quite content, but I guess I wasn't. After we got settled down Janet decided to invite Bob to dinner, and the first time he came I could see that he was unhappy. And, in a way, I could understand the way he felt. The only times I saw him after I got married was at work, and I knew that he was not fooling around with anyone and I didn't think he would ever get married. So I was very pleased when Janet invited him for dinner.
"Janet was working and so was I and I thought it was a big thing when Janet invited my brother for dinner. It meant a lot of extra work for her and she knew that Bob didn't like her very much. So, I thought that she was being very gracious about things. And having Bob come for dinner seemed to bring him and me closer together, and one day when we were having lunch at the plant, Bob told me how desolate he was and how he wasn't having any fun at all. He missed the nice parties that he and I had always enjoyed and he admitted that he probably disliked Janet only because he and I just didn't have any fun any more. We talked about it and I was burning with sexual excitement and I was just as eager to have a little party as he was. I tried to explain to him that sex with Janet wasn't quite the same as it had been between us. We talked about it and we finally decided to take the afternoon off and go to my house and have us a really good time. We did it and it was a time of fantastic pleasures for us, and when we were finally exhausted we decided that we would try to spend more time together. One thing, when Bob and I had a party, we could enjoy the rich benefits of sodomy, which I couldn't get from Janet.
"So, for a long while, I walked both sides of the street. We always went to our apartment, Janet's and mine, because Bob had heard some rather unpleasant comments from some of the more astute people in his apartment house and he wanted no more of that. So, with Janet working, we were able to indulge ourselves unstintingly in my place and we took off from work as often as we dared.
"And then the inevitable happened. One afternoon, Bob and I were enjoying a nice, lazy sixty-nine when Janet walked in on us. I have no idea how long she was standing in our bedroom, watching us, but after Bob made me come and I was more alert to the externals around me I heard her, and when I looked up I could see the fury in her eyes and she looked like she was going to die right then and there. Bob rolled over and sat up and he stared at her, still too deeply enmeshed in sexual pleasures to be really alert.
"Janet was home and I couldn't understand why. She never took off from work. She had no business being home. She sat down in the big chair in our room and she got out her cigarettes and got one lit. I could see that she was very much upset. Her hand was shaking as she took the cigarette out of her mouth.
" 'I suspected,' she said, dully. 'Too often lately, Bill has been pretty well depleted by the time I get to him. After all I know my husband by now. And you two were together for so long. I've heard about twins, too, and the way they go sometimes. So, when you both weren't at work, I though I'd better come home and see for myself what was going on.'
"Bob was scared. It showed all over him, and I was scared, too. I was afraid that Janet was going to leave me and I didn't want that to happen. I knew that I loved her very deeply, very dearly, and I loved my brother, too. I was in one hell of a mess. We were both on the bed, stark naked, and when I looked at Bob I noticed that he was trembling and he was white. Janet looked at him and I saw her gaze settle on his limp cock. She kept staring at him for a long time and then she looked at me. She was very solemn and decidedly upset. But she seemed to know all about us and what we had been doing right along.
" 'What are you going to do?' Bob asked her, finally.
" 'I don't know,' she answered him. 'I'm going to do some thinking about it. I know that if I divorce my husband and spread this around the office, you will both be finished in this town. That's what I'm thinking about doing.'
"I knew then what Bob was so terrified about and I could feel the same way. We were both accomplishing at the plant and we were getting one promotion after another and I didn't want to lose my job, either. Janet was sitting there, a thoughtful expression on her face, and, really, she didn't seem to be very angry.
" 'We could have a lot of fun,' I said, slowly. 'You know the way you are, why not have two guys?'
"Janet stared at me and I could see the wheels going around in her head. She looked at Bob and she smiled. All of a sudden, she had gotten a glimpse of paradise.
" 'You know, Bob,' she said, 'you did invade my home and seduce my husband in my own bed. I think I'm entitled to something for that. And, I think, too, that if I keep both of you for my own personal slaves, I can really enjoy life to the utmost. How would you feel about that?"
"Asking him how he felt about it was pointless. While she had been talking to him, his cock had gotten as hard as a rock and was standing straight up, the head glistening because the skin was stretched so tightly. Janet looked at me then, and when I shrugged, she stood up and stretched. She smiled broadly at us, then she said that she thought her life was going to be beautiful from then on.
"She came over to the bed and she reached out and grasped Bob's hard-on. She began giving him a hand job and he sat there shaking and watching her. She smiled at him and then she bent down and she got his cock in her mouth and my poor brother really got a going over. Maybe because she didn't like him too well, or maybe because she was awfully horny, whatever the reason, she damned near killed him. I thought I had drained him, but she got lots more out of him, and when he sort of wilted on her she simply moved over to me and she drained me dry in damned short order.
"She kept taking us in turn and after a while she gave us both a taste of her whip and it worked on Bob just as it did on me, and she just kept feasting. She was fully dressed and simply busy with her favorite pastime and there wasn't anything that we could say or do about it. And she knew it.
"It was after six when she finally told us that we could look forward to some rest. She was going to fix dinner for us and after we had eaten she was going to get undressed and we could take turns screwing her and eating her. She was going to have a grand time for herself and so were we.
"Dinner was a leisurely affair and Bob and I were allowed to sit in the living room and watch TV while she got things ready. Bob told me, quietly, that he could not have been more pleased with the way things had turned out, and he just knew that we would have a wonderful life together from then on.
"And that has proven to be the truth. Janet has herself two willing and virile studs and she is very happy. And Bob and I are too, mainly because Janet isn't entirely heartless and very often she will sit and watch while Bob and I have our fun. Bob gave up the apartment and he boards with us, and we have managed to try everything we can think up. Bob brought the dildos with him when he moved in and Janet has become fascinated with them. She loves to strap one on and she will sodomize both of us, and getting it from her has proven to be a grand and glorious experience. She has us both in her bed at night and she says that with both of us she can do lots of things she couldn't do before. She loves to suck one of us while the other one is screwing her. Things like that.
"So, all in all, ours is the ideal existence for us, and with so many people swinging and swapping these days, we feel that we are lucky. We have everything we could possibly want.
"And we have it right in our own home."