Chapter 4
Probably one of the most interesting facets of twin-oriented cases is the tendency on the part of one twin to dominate the other. This seems to be especially true when the twins are a boy and a girl, and, extending the pattern still further, according to those who have done much research on this type of sexual pattern, it is usually the girl twin who dominates the boy, and in cases where the girl is possessed of exceptional beauty, the domination is very often tinged with a strong touch of sadism.
Whenever brother and sister live together in the same house and develop any closeness, the psychologists suppose that there is a tendency on the part of one or the other to rule the roost and to boss the other one around. But in the case of twins this tendency is exaggerated and almost always present, always active.
And when the two develop a sexual affinity for each other and a desire to enjoy each other's person, the sadistic strain in the one twin will inevitably show up and make life miserable for the one with the milder personality, or, as so often happens, bring a whole new dimension to an association that becomes quite pleasant. There are many sets of twins wherein the one does most of the thinking for the other, especially during the young, formative years. Some psychologists believe that it is during this formative state that much of what develops later is initiated. It is during the young years that a boy can enjoy having his sister do his thinking for him, make decisions, and generally guide his growth. And many young girls take advantage of a brother's willingness to be guided and dominated by a sister.
LeRoy T. admits that he was the willing slave of his very pretty twin sister, Ronnie. These two young people are at present in their late twenties and they are still carrying on an association that developed between them when they were children. One of the factors of growing up that has affected LeRoy's sexual personality was his mother's frequent spankings.
"My mother was always spanking us," he says. "I've often thought that she enjoyed doing it. I know that I gradually grew to enjoy having her do it. Of course when I was just a small boy I had no idea that there was anything sensual about a spanking. I just knew that I loved the warm, tingling sensations I would feel when my mother paddled my bottom, and I suspect that I deliberately did things that would make my mother punish me.
"Ronnie was always a beautiful girl, even when she was a little kid, and every time I was going to be spanked my mother would let Ronnie watch it. She would stand around, her blonde curls framing her pretty face, and she would watch me while I had to take my pants down and then my shorts and get across my mother's knee while she walloped the hell out of my bare buttocks. Ronnie got such a big charge out of watching me get spanked that she would run to my mother and tell her every little thing that I did.
"She was a real snot during the years when we were growing up and she almost never got a spanking, but when she did, my mother would never take her panties down. She would just lift Ronnie's skirt and then wallop her, but not very hard. Not really.
"In spite of the fact that she was such a snot, Ronnie and I were always very close, mainly, I guess, because we were alone a lot. My mother held down two jobs. During the day she worked in an office and at night she worked as a cocktail waitress, and she made more at night than during the day. She was always talking about quitting her daytime job but she never did it.
"Well, when we were about thirteen, Ronnie was really fully developed and she was the prettiest girl in school. They were always putting her in plays and all of the boys were chasing her, but she didn't much care about any of them. She acted like she thought she was too good for any of the boys who chased her, and perhaps she was. But I know I was always trying to look up her dress, and watching her moving around the house would get me all steamed up and I would wind up in the bathroom jerking off. She was a real hot rock and she sure knew it.
"This one day, she ran and told my mother that
I had done something, I don't remember what it was, but my mother told me that I was going to get a spanking. Well, I was kind of big for a spanking and it had been some time since the last time I had had to go through that, but when my mother sat down in her favorite' chair, I knew what I had to do. She made me take my pants down and then my shorts and Ronnie was standing there looking on, and she seemed very interested in my sex parts. I knew that I was big for my age and it bugged me that she would stand there and look at me. She had a funny, supercilious smile on her face as she watched and that infuriated me, too.
"My mother kind of hiked her skirt up and she made me lie down across her thighs. She started in on my bare ass and at first it stung something fierce and then it was a burning, crawling sensation that seemed awfully hot. The sensation spread all through me, and I had a hell of a hard-on, but I didn't care. It was such a nice, pleasant sensation I didn't really think about anything. And it seemed that the more my mother spanked me the nicer the sensation got, until there came a time when my whole midsection was on fire with sexual excitement and all of a sudden I was coming all over my mother's legs. The stuff just shot out of me and it kept on spurting and I thought it would never stop. My mother must have felt it because she stopped hitting me and she pushed me off of her lap and I fell onto the floor, with my dick still spitting. Ronnie was standing there watching it all with her eyes as big as marbles. She had a funny expression on her face and it made me mad that I would do such a thing. My mother told Ronnie to get her a wet wash rag from the bathroom and then she wiped herself clean. She pulled her skirt down and she stared at me with an odd look on her face. She told me to get up and clean myself up. I stood up and I was awfully ashamed of myself for what I had done and I wanted to say that I was sorry but I just couldn't speak. My mother seemed to understand. She smiled at me and then she said that it looked like I was becoming too big to be spanked. She wouldn't do it again. She'd have to think of some other way of punishing me. Then she went into the bathroom and a few minutes later I could hear the shower running. I got my clothes back on again and Ronnie was still watching me, a supercilious smirk on her face. She didn't say anything but I could feel my face blushing just from the way she looked at me.
"When my mother got through in the bathroom I went in and took a shower and I couldn't understand why I would still have a hard-on and why I would have to flip my meat again right away. My rear end and my whole crotch was alive with smarting, itching sensations and I knew that I would be sort of wishing my mother would spank me again if it could do things like that to me.
"We ate dinner together that night and my mother went off to work and Ronnie started bossing me around in the kitchen while I was helping her do the dishes. Ronnie was acting kind of funny and she got me sore the way she was pushing me around. When she told me to do something, I told her to shut up and worry about doing her own work. She stepped close to me and the next thing I knew my head was ringing from the smack in the face she gave me. It almost knocked me off of my feet. But the worst part of it all was, I could feel my cock getting hard and it felt like my balls were churning and bubbling and I just stood there, holding my face and staring at Ronnie. She was grinning at me and she asked me if I wanted her to hit me again. I shook my head, and it hurt when I did it. She laughed and then she told me to do as I was told and I wouldn't get hurt. If I disobeyed her, she would really belt me.
" 'You're not my mother,' I said angrily. 'You don't tell me what to do.'
"She laughed at me and her eyes were staring at the huge hard-on in my pants.
" 'You want me to hit you again, don't you?' she asked softly. 'You'll come in your pants if I do. You know that, don't you?'
"I didn't answer her because I was too embarrassed. She raised her hand and she slapped me in the face again and I stood there, my cock spurting like a fountain in my pants. She seemed to know exactly what was happening to me. She stepped close to me and she kissed me right on the mouth.
" 'Silly boy,' she said, 'if you do just what I tell you to do, I'll spank you. I'll spank you all the time because I know how much you love having it done. Now, you be a good boy, you hear?'
"There were tears in my eyes and I just nodded my head. I was still pumping out and I knew that I had a real mess in my pants. Ronnie took me by the hand and she led the way into the bathroom. When she told me to take my pants off, I did it. She pulled my shorts down and she rinsed them out in the sink, so my mother wouldn't see the mess I had made in them. Ronnie put her hands on my cock and balls and she was having herself a real time feeling them. I was still crying because she had hurt me and because I couldn't seem to control myself. I never did know which, but
Ronnie kissed me again. She told me that I was too ready mainly because I wasn't getting any attention from anybody. I asked her how she knew so much and she just smiled. She said that girls learned such things very early in life.
"She washed my legs for me and my genitals and then she wanted to play with my cock. She made me sit down on the edge of the tub and she began jerking me off. She said she knew all about giving hand jobs and she wanted to see the way my cock worked. She had already seen plenty but she watched it like it was going to explode or something, and after a while it did explode and the stuff went all over the bathroom. She giggled and I kept begging her to keep on jerking me off so that she would really finish it. She laughed at that. She was kneeling in front of it and she slid her mouth down over it and started sucking the last of it out of me, and she really finished me off, but good.
"I sat there shaking like a busted fan while she kept sucking me and bobbing her head up and down and the strangest sensations were rippling through me. She was driving me half crazy, and the next time she made it come, she simply sucked as hard as she could and I could see her swallowing slowly, as though she really enjoyed what she was doing. I was appalled at what she was doing but I was too helpless to say anything or do anything. She made sure she got every possible drop, then she stopped and when she took it out of her mouth it was as red as hamburger.
"Her face had a funny look on it like she had discovered something that she didn't quite believe. "That's enough for right now,' she said. 'Put on some clean clothes and let's get out of here.'
"She turned around and went into her bedroom and I went into mine. When I was dressed I went into the living room and started to watch TV. Ronnie came in and she shut it off. She wanted to talk. She sat down in a chair in front of me and then she began asking me questions. All about how often I jerked off, and what being spanked did to me, and did I like what she had done to me. And, finally, did I want for us to have fun with sex? The answer to the last question was pretty obvious to her but I told her I was sure ready for anything sexy. I tried to explain to her what happened to me when I got a spanking but she pretty much knew all about it. She told me she liked playing with my cock and she liked taking it in her mouth. She said she would do that to me lots of times because she enjoyed it so much. And she would spank me a lot too, because she liked the idea of doing it to me and she could get herself all steamed up doing it. She even got steamed up watching my mother do it. She always had.
"She seemed to know a lot about sex and I asked her where she had learned. She said that that was all she and her girl friends ever talked about. Boys and sex. And she had been trying to figure out a way to get at me for a long time anyway.
"She went to the phone after a while and she called my mother at work. She wanted to know what time my mother would get home and if she would be able to check her homework. When she found out that my mother would not be home until after two in the morning, she pretended to be disappointed and when she hung up the phone she had a mile-wide grin on her face. She came over to where I was sitting and she knelt down in front of me. She reached for my fly just like she owned what was inside, and I guess she did, because I didn't do anything to stop her. She took it out and as soon as she began playing with it, it got hard. She examined it real close, rubbing her thumb over the hole and there was stuff coming out of it and her thumb was slippery, and it felt very nice. She began moving her hand up and down like she was giving me a hand job and she lifted her eyes to look up into my face.
" 'Come into my bedroom,' she said. 'I want you to do some things for me, then I'll suck you off again. Come on.'
"She let go of my dick and grabbed my hand. She led me into her bedroom, and when she plopped down on the bed she told me to go into my room and take all of my clothes off. I could put my robe on, just in case anyone came and she had to let them in. But she knew and I knew that nobody would come to the door. No one ever did. I put my robe on, and when I went back into her room she made me take it off. She said she loved looking at me naked and she sure loved handling me. She cupped my balls in her hand and she squeezed them. She gave me a big smile and then she dug her nails into me, and my whole body stiffened and it felt like I was going to pop. She laughed at that and she began stroking my cock. She pulled me onto the bed with her and I knelt in front of her while she played with me. She looked into my eyes and her smile was real sexy.
" 'I'm going to spank you,' she said, 'and then I am going to take off my clothes and make you play with me, but you'd come the minute I took off my blouse, so I'll suck you a little.'
"She shifted her position in the bed and then she put her mouth over my stiff dick and she started using her tongue and her lips and her hands and she made me come in just a couple of minutes. She really tried hard to cool me down, and when she finally finished with me my cock was as limp as a rag.
"She sat back against the headboard of the bed then. She had a pack of cigarettes under her mattress, and she gave me one and she lit one. She asked me if I knew anything about girls, what they were like, how they were made. She asked me if I had ever seen a girl's cunt, and when I shook my head, she laughed.
" 'Well, you're going to see one,' she said. 'You are going to learn all about girls and how to please them. I'll teach you.'
"That kind of talk got me all excited again. She sat up and she unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off and I could see the tops of her breasts where her bra didn't cover them. She reached behind her shoulders and the bra sort of shriveled up. She stretched her arms and it fell down and I stared at her pretty tits. They were sort of large and sticking way out on her chest. The nipples were sticking out, too, and she wanted me to put my hands on them and fondle them. I was glad to do it. Hell, I was dying to do it. As soon as I touched her breasts with my hands she began moaning softly. She was moving her legs and she just lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying beautiful sensations, apparently. She opened her eyes and she told me to take her nipple into my mouth and suck it. Suck it real hard. When I put my mouth over one of her breasts, she gasped and her legs began shifting and squirming again. She told me to bite her nipple a little and suck real hard. I was doing what she told me, exactly as she told me to do it, and I was enjoying the wild, crazy feelings that were running riot in me.
"She made me suck each breast for a long time, then she told me, finally, that I could stop. But all the while I had been sucking her titties she had been jumping around and really making a lot of noise with the funny sounds that came out of her.
"She told me then that she was going to take her pants off and show me how to make love to her between her legs. She unhooked her skirt and slid it down over her hips and her pants came with it. She lay there naked then, watching me as I stared at the pale gold hair on her crotch. She slowly opened her legs and I could see the little crease fall apart. She put her hand down there and her fingers spread everything wide open and I could see the little opening inside the pale red folds of flesh. The opening of her sex looked like a little rosebud, buried inside the tiny little ears that shielded her sexual opening. She slid her fingertips high up toward her pelvis and she showed me the little pea-shaped clitoris. She was watching me steadily, and she looked like she was enjoying the touch of her own hand on her most sensitive flesh. She began sliding her fingertip up and down on the little lump of flesh and all of a sudden she was twisting and squirming and her hips were shifting back and forth on the bed. I was watching her sex, and all of a sudden it kind of shivered and twitched and then it was kind of blowing in and out and a thin trickle of fluid dribbled as she brought herself to a climax and then she kind of sighed and her whole body seemed to relax.
" 'That's how a girl comes,' she told me. 'Now, you put your hand there and I'll tell you just what to do and how to do it.'
"I was dying to touch her there and when I put my fingers in her I felt myself getting hard again. She told me to put my finger up inside of her and slide it in and out for a while. She liked that. She began squirming around again and she closed her eyes and let her head roll to one side on the pillow, and then she used her finger to excite her little clit again and in seconds she was having another orgasm, but this one seemed to be much stronger than the first one.
"She made me take my hand away for a moment or two. She sat up and we took time out for another cigarette. While we were having our smoke, she asked me if I would like to put my mouth down there and suck her for a while. She said that girls liked that better than anything else because of the wild, crazy sensations that they could enjoy when a boy did that for them. When I said I didn't think I wanted to do that, she smiled.
" 'You'll do it,' she said, 'and for as long as I want you to, because, if you don't do it, and do it nice, I'll beat the hell out of you. So don't tell me what you think you want to do. You'll do as I say. Always.'
"She was talking like she wanted to beat me up and when I realized that she got a great deal of sexual pleasure out of abusing me, I shivered. The thought kind of made me sexy, too. There was something extremely erotic about knowing that my sister could enjoy hurting me, and just thinking about it was very stimulating.
"When we finished our cigarettes, Ronnie told me to get between her legs and lie flat on the bed. I did what she told me to do and when she shoved her pelvis close to my face I could smell the distinctive odor that was between her legs and it was a scent that I liked. It make me want to kiss her little slit and suck it, too. She was in no hurry. She wanted me to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs and I did that, and then she slid a pillow under her bottom and her sex was wide open and waiting for me. She told me to put my mouth right over it. I did it; and as soon as I began tasting the juices of her body I began shaking. She was quite explicit about telling me to slide my tongue up inside of her, and I learned all about tonguing a girl right then and there.
"She taught me how to use my tongue on her clitoris and that really made her flip. She went absolutely wild then and it seemed to me that she just kept on having one orgasm after another, and I think I enjoyed it as much as she did. After a while, she made me stop while she shifted her position. She told me to lie on my back, and when I did she straddled my face and lowered herself right into my mouth. A moment later I felt the warmth of her mouth on my cock and I quickly discovered that the nicer I made her feel, and the more I made her come, the harder she worked on me. That was a wild, indescribable time, because I have no idea how many times she made me come, or how many times I did it for her, but we kept on and on and I know that we completely exhausted each other. It seemed like our bodies had shaken themselves apart so often that we were worn out and utterly spent when Ronnie finally fell over onto the bed, her whole crotch spasming with orgasm. She lay there on the bed for a long time, unmoving, moaning softly and switching. When I put my hand on her hip I discovered that she was soaked with perspiration. It surprised me to find out that I was too.
"I sat there beside her for a longtime, trembling and trying to get my breathing straightened out. I looked down at my sore cock and there were lots of teeth marks on it and the head of it looked raw and almost purple. She had sure worked on it with gusto and it hurt like hell. But it was a nice kind of hurt; I mean it felt tingly, and that was a nice sensation.
"Ronnie stirred after a while and she sat up and reached again for the cigarettes. She was an experienced smoker and my mother never even suspected that she had ever tried one. I guess I was too. I smoked at school, just like all of the other kids.
"She gave me a big, lopsided grin and she asked me if I liked sex and girls, and when I nodded, she giggled. She said that maybe we had better take a shower because we stank. She got up and so did I. She took my hand and we went into the bathroom.
"When we were finally finished in the shower, she dried me and I dried her. She kept playing with me all the time, just like a kid with a new toy, but I liked having her do that so it was all right. She cleaned things up in the bathroom and when we went back into her bedroom, she told me that she was going to give me a good spanking and then send me to bed because it was very late.
"She really meant it. She made me lie down on my stomach with a pillow under my hips and she used the same hairbrush my mother used and she laughed when she saw how the spanking turned me on. But she took pity on me. She really made my tail sting and smart something awful but she made me tell her when I was getting close to popping and when I told her to stop, she turned me over and her mouth slid down over my excited cock and she had me coming in seconds. I thought she would stop there, but she didn't. She rolled me onto my side and then she kept on sucking me while she used the hair brush on my bottom again and all of that stimulation was just too much for me to stand and after a short time it felt like my cock was on fire and I was pouring out my juices in a steady stream. When she finally sent me to bed, my whole rear end was seething with excitement and my whole sexual area was smarting with rich, sensual pleasure. But when I got into my bed and stretched out under the covers, I fell fast asleep in seconds, I think.
"Ronnie was waiting for me when I got home from school the next day. She was sitting in the kitchen have a cup of coffee, and as soon as I walked in she gave me a big smile and then she put her feet up on one of the other chairs. She had no pants on and she demanded that I eat her right away. She said that she was awfully hot and she had been waiting for me for a long time. I wanted to have some coffee too, but she wouldn't hear of that. She snapped at me as she told me to get down on my knees and eat her then and there, and she was nasty about it. Actually, the way she looked and the way she talked, she frightened me.
" 'You do it now,' she said, coldly. 'And when I've had enough I'm going to take you into the bedroom and wallop your ass till you can't sit. I've got to teach you to obey me.'
"I knelt down on the kitchen linoleum and I did as she asked me to do and she enjoyed herself immensely. I did too, because I really liked eating her, but the way she ordered me around and made me do it wasn't too easy to take. She finally told me I could have a cup of coffee and she poured some for both of us. She eat and looked at me and she seemed nice and calm and quite happy. She reached out and patted my hand then she kissed me.
" 'You know I am going to punish you,' she said, smiling archly, 'but you just love that, don't you?'
"In a way, I guess I was ashamed of the way I was. I know that my face was red and I just nodded my head. She patted my hand again and she told me that she would give me a really nice time as soon as we finished our coffee.
"When she led me into the bedroom later, I had a big hard-on, and she played with that for a minute or two. Then she told me to get undressed, and while I was doing it she got out of her clothes, too. She said she liked to be naked when she walloped me. When we were both naked, she pushed me down onto the bed and told me to lie on my side. She lay down that way too, with her feet up toward my head and then she began sucking and flailing away at my backside with the hairbrush. That was really wild and she just kept spanking me and sucking me and I began having excruciatingly delightful orgasms and she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"After a while, my whole midsection was on fire and I was in ecstasy from her mouth and the hairbrush, and when she thought I had had enough, she stopped. She quit right after an excessive orgasm so I didn't really mind. But that wasn't the end of it. She had gotten herself hot while she was working on me and she told me to lie on my back, she was going to try something new. She went to her bureau and got out a narrow black belt. She wrapped it around her fist, and when she turned back to look at me she had her usual supercilious smirk. She said she was going to have me eat her and she was going to use the belt on me and see if that really gave me a lot of sexual pleasure.
"She climbed on top of me and before she settled her hips down, she told me to draw up my legs so the belt would reach down and sting my buttocks. When I did as she directed, she settled her sex into my mouth and as soon as I began using my tongue on her she began swinging the belt and I could feel it hitting my buttocks. It felt like needles slipping into my flesh and it hurt for the first few minutes, but when I tried to get my head free so that I could protest, Ronnie just wriggled her bottom and ground it right into my face with her full weight behind it. Then she was using the belt with harsh, angry strokes and my whole midsection began blazing and the same old sensation of ejaculating steadily was alive in me, and I began to experience a brand new and truly wonderful state of erotic splendor. I don't know what she had in mind, but if she thought she was punishing me, she was crazy. The beautiful sensations that she was building in me were like a very wonderful agony and I know that I actually spent several times, but I was so inflamed I couldn't tell if she sucked me or not, that's how stimulated I was.
"Ronnie kept on with her belt and she was having monstrous orgasms all the while she was hitting me, and so was I. Finally, I went into some sort of sexual convulsion and my brain sort of quit working and all I was aware of was a steady, throbbing ecstasy that lasted for a long time, and when it began to subside Ronnie was sitting on the bed beside me, watching me, with a kind of worried look on her face. I sat up and I was all right. I looked down at my crotch and I saw that my genitals were red and swollen and I knew she had been whipping them with the belt. She saw my look and realized that I would know what she had' done.
" 'You loved it.' she said. 'You really flipped when I started hitting you there. You had a nice time, don't complain.'
"I wasn't going to complain. My whole body throbbed with aches and pains and they were all sort of erotic and I just felt like I had been wrung out. Ronnie told me to take a bath and I obeyed her without thinking. When I got off of the bed and tried to stand, I couldn't. I slid right down to the floor. Ronnie told me then that she had gotten a great deal out of me under the stimulus of the belt and she was sure I would be all right in a minute or two. She was right. I got onto my feet the second time and then I was fine. When I went into the bathroom, Ronnie went with me. She fixed a hot tub for me and I climbed into it. She washed me and she handled my genitals very gently. She said that she had enjoyed our little session too, and she was sure we would have lots of fun like that in the future. She had never even imagined such lovely sensations and she would want lots more, so we would have to find out how to fix me up afterwards. Soaking in the hot tub did wonders for me, and after she dried me off Ronnie made me lie down on her bed and she massaged cold cream into my battered rump and my sore genitals. For some crazy reason, that seemed to fix it all up.
"We had a lot of parties after that. Ronnie got her biggest kicks out of whipping me while I was sucking her and she did it all the time. And after a while that got to be the biggest kick for me, too. We did it all the time. Ronnie liked to have me eat her and play with her, but she only let me screw her a few times and that wasn't as much fun for either of us as the spankings and the whippings, so we pretty much stayed with that.
"Ronnie was at me all the time. By that I mean, every time we were alone together, she wanted us to play games. She liked what we were doing and it got so that when she couldn't give me what I liked so much, I used to actually feel sick. It got so that I had to have sex and the rough stuff, as much of it as I could get.
"When we were in high school, Ronnie started dating guys and I always felt that she was neglecting me, and lots of times I'd wait up for her, hoping she would do something for me when she got home, but she didn't After a while it got so that she would make me beg and plead with her for the kind of action she could give me. She liked making me do that, and after I had pleaded with her for a long time, maybe she would do it and maybe she wouldn't.
"She would let me go until I was desperate, knowing that masturbation didn't do very much for me anymore. I was too hung up on the exaggerated thrills I got when she whipped me. And when I would beg and coax her to spend some time with me, she would make me do all of her tasks, and then when I was done she would plop herself into one of the living room chairs and make me eat her until she got tired of that. Then we would go into the bedroom and strip, and then she would sit astride my face and really give me a going over, and that would often takes hours, but when it was finally over I would be all right for three or four days. Then the gnawing, nagging urges would start in all over again and I would have to go and beg Ronnie to take care of me.
"She knew the way things were and she took advantage of my needs every time she could. She would actually make me crawl to her and plead for a whipping. It sounds crazy but I've learned that guys who get their kicks from whips and spankings will do anything when they have to have a going over. And by the time I was in my senior year in high school I had been thoroughly trained to respond to the type of treatment that Ronnie could dish out. You see, I had tried ordinary sex with several girls and every time I tried it, it just didn't work. I couldn't even get a hard-on, so you can see how completely Ronnie had trained me. But in spite of her meanness, usually, she would give in and finally give me a grand time, and she knew exactly how to do it, where and when to use the belt to make me experience the greatest sensations. I guess I loved Ronnie, and the fact that she was my twin had nothing to do with it.
"On Saturday, Ronnie told me that I was going to have an especially nice day. When I looked puzzled she told me that her girl friend, Rita, was coming over and she had promised Rita that we would all have a ball together. That really floored me.
"I knew Rita. She was a pretty, shapely redhead and lots of the guys were nuts about her, but she didn't fool around much with anyone. I liked her, but I had never even thought of her in connection with sex. Ronnie was watching me to see what my reaction to her statement might be. I didn't really believe she meant it. I thought she was teasing. But she wasn't.
"Ronnie and Rita had been girl friends all through high school, and once in a while Rita would come over to our house, but most of the time Ronnie would go to Rita's and I never had thought much about them or their friendship. But now she was willing to let her girl friend give me a bad time, or at least be present when Ronnie and I had a party. I told Ronnie to never mind. We could take care of me at another time.
" 'You'll do it my way,' Ronnie said coldly, 'or you won't ever again get any attention from me. I'll leave you strictly alone. Now you do exactly as you are told to do or that's the way it will be from now on.'
"She meant every word she said and I knew that I was going to give in and she knew it too. She told me to go take a shower and I obeyed her. I was all upset over Rita coming over and I really thought about sneaking out and going down town, so I wouldn't have to go through a scene with Rita and Ronnie, but I was afraid to disobey Ronnie, and deep down inside of me I knew it.
"While I was taking my shower, I thought about it and I realized that having two girls on hand just might be lots of fun. The more I thought about it the better I liked the idea. When I got out of the shower I had a big hard-on just from thinking about things. Ronnie came into the bathroom while I was shaving and when she saw my erection she began playing with it. Then she got down on her knees and I almost cut my throat with the razor as she started making me pop. She was extremely excited sexually and she didn't want to stop. I put the razor down on the countertop and I held onto it because I was shaking like a leaf. She made me come twice in a row with almost no effort. Then she pushed me away so that she could get up. When she looked at me her eyes were soft, and sleepy looking and her smile was too.
She was wearing shorts and a halter and her long legs looked smooth and exciting and I realized again that she was truly a pretty girl. She told me to put pants on and nothing else. Then come out into the living room. She went away and I went back to shaving.
"When I went into the living room, Rita was sitting there in one of the chairs, quietly talking to Ronnie. Rita was wearing shorts too, and she looked awfully pretty. She was a tall girl, with big breasts and long, beautiful legs. She looked at me when I walked into the living room and I could tell from the way they looked that they had been talking about me. Rita gave me a nice smile and Ronnie told me to sit down and have a smoke. They were busy talking and would get around to me in just a little while.
"Rita kept staring at me and her eyes kept going to the bulge in my trousers. Ronnie saw what she was doing and she laughed.
" 'You're wasting your time, Rita,' she said. 'At least for right now. I just popped him twice. He'll be all right in a little while.'
"I was all right then and was hard as steel, just thinking about Rita being present when Ronnie gave me a going over. I felt funny as hell just sitting there with the two girls. It was only about nine in the morning and we had the whole day ahead of us, because on Saturdays my mother didn't come home for supper, but went from one job to the other.
"Rita was having a cup of coffee with Ronnie and they were smoking cigarettes. When they finished, Ronnie stood up and she told me to go into her bedroom. I got up and obeyed her just like a nice obedient little puppy dog. Rita and Ronnie followed me into the bedroom and when Ronnie told me to take my pants off, I did it without even saying a word. Rita sat on the edge of Ronnie's bed and when she saw my naked privates her eyes got big and really interested. Ronnie told me to go and stand so that Rita could play with my stuff. Rita liked to play with a guy's cock.
"When I moved over to Rita, she gave me a nice smile and then she put her hand on my cock and the other one cupped my balls. She twisted my balls in her hand and I gasped in sudden pain. Rita laughed up at me and did it again. When I winced with the sudden pain, Rita bent and kissed the tip of my dick and Ronnie laughed at her. She told her to go ahead and see what she could get out of me. Ronnie was getting out of her shorts and she looked almost virginal when she was naked. Rita began sucking me, slowly, obviously enjoying it. I just stood there, letting her handle my balls, and she was squeezing them hard and hurting me. She began sliding her head up and down and then she began using her tongue on me and then I was spending wildly, and Ronnie was smiling at me, as though she was pleased by what I could do for her friend. She picked up a small black case from the floor and put it on the bed. I had never seen it before. She opened it and stood staring down at its contents.
" 'Rita brought us some goodies,' she said. She lifted out a harness and it was a big dildo. She put it on and she looked really silly wearing the monstrous replica of a cock. She walked over to where I stood and kissed me right on the mouth.
Rita finished me again and she slid her mouth off of my inflamed dick and she stared at Ronnie with a funny kind of expression. She saw the dildo and Ronnie told her to get undressed and Rita just stood up and began peeling off her clothes like she was in some sort of a trance. She was built nicely and her breasts were full and round and very pretty. She had a thick patch of dark pubic hair and a nice round bottom. Ronnie told her to get on the bed and then when Rita stretched out on her back, Ronnie mounted her just like she was a man. She used the dildo to screw Rita and both of them went ape with the damned thing, panting and clawing each other like wild animals. When Rita finally had a wild, thrusting spasm that just about tore her apart, Ronnie slid the dildo out. She took it off and then the two of them went after each other again and they wound up in a furious sixty-nine that lasted for a long time and finally drained both of them of all strength. They sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath, and after a while it seemed like they were taking a nap.
"They weren't too interested in me. They were interested in each other and they had apparently been carrying on a lesbian relationship for a long time.
"When they got up again, Rita showed me the vicious side of her nature. She wanted to whip me and Ronnie let her do it. They did it in the usual way with Ronnie astride my face and Rita using the whip to drive me into sexual frenzies. There was a time when I realized that Rita was astride me and Ronnie was administering the punishment.
"They kept working on me off and on all during the day, in between their lesbian sessions. Rita used the dildo to sodomize me and Ronnie did it, too, and I found that I enjoyed that very much.
"In spite of or because of all that was done to me, I enjoyed that day with the two girls, and from then on they would often spend a Saturday with me. When Ronnie and I got jobs and went out on our own, Rita tagged along, and finally she and Ronnie shared an apartment and I got one for myself.
"We are all grown up now but Ronnie and I are still together. In a sense, maybe, I am her prisoner, I don't know. I've gone with lots of nice girls and I've managed sex with them, but after my experiences with Ronnie they just don't do anything for me. It's like after cake, who needs bread?
"I wish I could say that Ronnie is true to Rita, but she isn't. She goes with anyone who suits her imagine at the moment, and she doesn't care whether they are male or female. Sex is fun to her and that's all she cares about. But I don't ever expect that I will be anything else, sexually, except Ronnie's patsy.
"I've thought about seeing a psychiatrist but I've never gotten around to it as yet. Maybe I'm afraid to be cured. It could be like that. With Ronnie I am reasonably happy and contented.
"I think I'd be afraid to try changing that. I really would."