Chapter 6

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. 'He 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."