Chapter 3
Two Of A Kind
The continuation of an incestuous relationship is often extended when a Lesbian affair develops between two sisters who perpetuate their activities for most of their adult lives. As has been stressed repeatedly, the character of incestual love is strengthened and exploited by the fact that each of the participants are aware that neither of them are going to do any talking in the wrong places and that their activities and relationship can prosper in a climate of absolute trust.
Yet, here again, as is true in so many instances of incest,, one party will become the stronger of the two and very often the stronger one will amplify simple dominance to the attitudes of abuse and downright subjugation. While this would appear to be rather odd, extensive investigation into such cases tends to show that the sado-masochistic relationship not only begins in such an atmosphere, but actually grows, often to quite startling proportions, fostered and encouraged by both individuals.
Whether such a relationship is an extension of one sister's domination over the other in all areas before the relationship begins or not, is never very satisfactorily established. Too, for most people to accept the idea that one girl can actually glory in being abused and subjugated by her sister, is not possible.
The psychologists and others who deal with such relationships on a professional level encounter this pattern with monotonous frequency and their explanations are many and varied. The sexual exploitation of one sister by another is, too often these days, the classic pattern. The psychological explanations of why one girl can achieve extreme erotic joy and ecstasies by abusing her sister are involved and complicated, and when it is attempted to explain how and why the sister so abused can thrive and achieve enormous erotic pleasures from being the target for such abuses is even more complicated. But that such relationships do exist and in greater numbers than might be supposed has been pretty well established.
Sue M, is twenty-two, a deeply sensitive brunette with a fine figure, a sweet smile and an exceptionally pretty face. She is very intelligent and possessed of a good mind and she earns a living as assistant to an interior decorator. She is the product of an incestuous relationship that developed between herself and her sister, Paula, who is three years older.
The two girls grew up on a farm in the midwest and Sue says that her sister Paula, who is a stunning blonde, always dominated her parents and herself. The parents were the doting type and adored their pretty daughters. Their father was always working on the land and their mother was often away for long stretches of time, because she worked as a real estate saleslady in order to augment the family income. This permitted the daughters to be alone much of the time.
"The trouble started when I was thirteen," Sue reports, attempting to explain the details of her existence, at present, and how her life developed as it has. "Paula was always bossy and she was always on my back about something. I loved her because she was so pretty and I wanted her to like me. When I was thirteen I was fully developed and I knew that I had nice breasts from the way that the boys were always staring at me there. Paula knew that I had nice breasts and it used to get her sore. I don't know why because she has always been built nicely there, too.
"But I tried to avoid competing with her, because after all, she was sixteen and I was only thirteen, and there really wasn't much competition. But one day she brought a boy home from school with her. His name was Roy and she was all excited about arousing his interest because he was one of the most popular boys in her school. Well, Roy met me and he just wanted to talk to me and he stopped paying attention to her and that got her angry.
"I went into my bedroom and she came in and she was angry. She told me to get lost and if I didn't, and she couldn't make it with Roy, she was going to lay me across her knees and wallop my tail till I couldn't sit down. She was just mean enough and rotten enough to do it, so when I went back to the living room again, I just excused myself and went out into the back yard. We had swings there and I sat down and started swinging. Roy came out and joined me, and Paula followed him outside. I could see that she was seething.
"Roy spent all of his time with me and he really liked me, and I knew that Paula was furious. When Roy finally had to leave and I went back into the house I knew that I was going to have trouble with Paula. She was in her bedroom, well, it was my bedroom, too, but she always said it was hers. When I went into our room, she was standing in front of the mirror combing her light blonde hair. She must have been doing it for a long time because her hair was shining. She turned to face me and the fury that was in her frightened me. I knew that we were going to have a fight and I knew that I was going to lose it. There was no one home but us and Paula was stronger than I and meaner.
"You dirty little bitch,' she said.
"I started to cry. I couldn't help it. Paula started smiling but it was a cold smile, filled with fury and frustration. She glanced at the heavy hair brush she was holding in her hand and then she started for me. She grabbed my arm and she plopped down onto the bed and before I could get away from her she hit me squarely across my bottom with the hair brush and I cried out in sudden pain. She hit me again and I cried out again but it was not because of pain. She started flailing away at my bottom and I was sobbing but it was a strange thing, because what Paula was doing to me was very pleasant. Of course, I'd been masturbating for a long time and I couldn't understand how her blows with the hairbrush on my rump could make me feel like I was coming after a nice session of playing with myself, but that was the way it was.
"It seemed that the more Paula hit me the nicer it felt. My whole bottom was tingling and stinging and it was a beautiful, intense experience. I was exceptionally tumescent and filled with lovely sensual thrills, and I realized that I was experiencing sexual orgasms quite beyond anything that I had ever felt before.
"She kept on and on and the exquisite sensations between my legs kept on building and building toward an impossible crest of excruciating pleasure and then my whole sexual apparatus began pulsing and throbbing with an excess of rich sensual feelings and I began convulsing with the most amazing orgasms. My sobbing and trembling was simply because I was experiencing a sexual upheaval just too excruciating to endure. I realized that Paula had stopped with the hairbrush and I was still lying across her legs. My whole body was shaking like I had a chill and I was as limp as a wet noodle across her legs.
"Paula knew exactly what she had done to me. She began rubbing her hand around on my sore buttocks and she sort of shivered, too.
"Would you like me to spank you some more?' she asked me quietly.
"She knew that I was in no shape to discuss it. I just nodded my head, still enjoying the exquisite sensual thrills that were throbbing and surging in my crotch. She began fumbling with my dress and got my skirt up over my hips, then I felt her pulling my pants down. They were sticking to me everywhere because I had apparently expelled a lot of sexual fluids and when my bottom was bare I could feel the chill of the air touching me and then I didn't feel anything except the blessed and thrilling hurts of the hair brush. She kept hitting me and it got better and better and my hips were thrusting higher and higher in their eagerness for more and more of the vigorous touch of the hairbrush. My legs were far apart and I knew that my sexual organs were being exposed quite shamelessly but I couldn't control myself. My whole body was tingling like I was throbbing with electrical current and it was exceptionally sharp and enjoyable between my legs.
"I knew that I was building up to a monumental experience but I didn't know quite what it would be like, only that I ached with the need to reach it, to find the sweet, agonized release that was close at hand and getter closer all the time.
"Paula's hairbrush was striking the inner portion of my buttocks and then she accidentally hit my sex with the hairbrush and that did it. I could feel everything inside me bursting and tearing and my body was alive with exaggerated sensations of unimaginable pleasure and then I was shaking and convulsing and when she hit me again, I exploded like a busted balloon.
"I slid into a coma of raw, blissful sensations and nothing else was real to me, only the sensations. I guess it all became too much for me to stand and I sort of flaked out. Even though I wasn't quite conscious, I could still feel the lovely, pulsing anguish between my legs and that was all that I could feel. I think someone could have touched me with a red hot poker and I never would have known.
"When I came back to myself, I was lying on the floor and Paula was sitting in one of the chairs. She was smoking a cigarette and just staring at me, and she looked like she just couldn't believe what she was seeing. My sexual flesh was still having tiny little spasms and it was a very nice feeling. I looked up at Paula and I didn't know what to say. She gave me a nice warm smile and I began to feel better.
"How do you feel?' she asked.
"I tried to move and my whole midsection ached and throbbed with tiny twinges of pain. As I felt them, I had myself another little orgasm and it overwhelmed me so that I couldn't say anything.
"You really had yourself quite a time,' she said, 'I guess you know it, though.'
"I know it,' I said ruefully. I was just too wrung out to bother with lies, and Paula was too smart to kid anyway.
"I had no idea that you were like that,' Paula said. 'I really didn't.'
"I tried to sit up and the twinges began again and I came again. I hadn't known that I was anything like that either, but I remember that when I was much younger and my mother or my father spanked me I had enjoyed it somehow and when they stopped doing it, I was hurt and sorry that they wouldn't do it any more. Now I knew why I had felt that way.
"Paula stood up and she gave me a hand and helped me up onto my feet. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat and that bothered me.
"I think you've just had the most marvelous experience you have ever had in your whole life,' she said. 'But you will have to beg me if you want me to do it for you again.'
"I looked at her as though she was out of her mind, but her grin didn't change. She stared me right in the eyes and she explained things to me quite clearly.
"A girl can't go through something like that just once. I'm sure of that, so you will want it again and again and I will make you beg. I'll make you crawl to me on your knees and plead for it and you'll do it. You won't have any choice.'
"I stood there, hearing her and I was shaking. My pants were around my ankles and when I started to reach down .and pull them up I saw that the insides of my thighs were soaked and streaked with little rivers of fluid, and when I touched my pants I found that they were soaked. I slumped down onto the bed and I cried. Paula walked over to me and she hugged my head to her chest.
"It's all right, baby,' she said, soothingly. 'Paula will take care of your needs. Paula will always look after you and when you have to have it, I'll give it to you, but good.'
"That kind of talk sounded crazy to me, because she was acting like I was going to be dependent upon her from then on and I knew that that just wasn't so. I didn't answer her. Instead I went into the bathroom and got out of my clothes. I sat in a hot bath for a long time and every time I would move my hips I'd feel the twinges of pain and then an answering spasm of my loins. I put my hand between my legs and my sexual flesh was just too sensitive to touch. I tried to figure out what was wrong with me and why I should feel as I did and I couldn't make sense out of any of it. I sat in the bath-tub with my bottom on fire and I cried probably because I just didn't know anything else to do.
"Paula didn't say anything more to me about the experience that she had given me, but she was always watching me and she always wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile and I think that I began to hate her. I was busy going to school and for a few days I drove all thoughts of what had taken place out of my mind.
"But after the first few days I began thinking about it all, the deep, voluptuous orgasms, the exquisite warmths and thrills that had aroused and titillated every responsive nerve and muscle in my body. I knew that I was becoming bemused with recollections of exaggerated sensual Acosta's and I didn't want that to happen. I began masturbating furiously every chance that I got, hoping that effecting multiple releases would diminish the gnawing, aching yearning for another experience with the hairbrush. That was all that I could think about.
"It got so that I couldn't keep my mind on my work in school. All that I could think of was the beautiful sensations that the hair-brush gave me and I actually became ill with such intense preoccupations. Then I started trying to pick fights with Paula, hoping that I could get her angry enough to hit me, but she just wouldn't react as I wanted her to. She was filled with good-humored tolerance and she just wouldn't get mad. She was always wearing her superior smile and watching me with her big eyes twinkling and probing me all the time. And in spite of the fact that I was masturbating furiously all the time, I was just growing worse. The orgasms that I achieved with masturbation were like the touch of a feather against a terrible itch when what I needed was the clawing, tearing panacea of rough scratching.
"I lasted for two weeks and then I woke one Saturday morning and I knew that I was completely at Paula's mercy. I had spent half the night massaging and manipulating my clitoris and my sexual flesh and I hadn't really accomplished anything at all.
"When I got out of bed I found that I was trembling and my legs were weak. There was a gnawing ache in my stomach and it felt like a thousand ants were crawling around inside of my sexual organs and I knew that I was going to have to ask Paula to try to help me.
"She was in the kitchen, her golden head bowed over a book. She had a cup of coffee in front of her. She was wearing her robe and I had mine wrapped around me. It was only a little after nine in the morning. My father and mother were both gone for the day so I was sure that Paula and I could talk things over very quietly and I could explain to her about what was happening to me. That was idiotic thinking, of course. It was too much like the drunk explaining why he had to have a drink.
"Paula looked up at me and she smiled as I sat down with my coffee. She was examining my face rather intently and she was smiling.
"You look awful, honey,' she said. 'I guess you know, though.'
"She plucked a cigarette from her pack on the table and when I reached for one, my hand was shaking and she noticed. I wasn't supposed to be smoking but in the shape I was in that didn't bother me in the least. Paula grinned as I lit the cigarette and I was shaking even worse, probably unnerved by her steady stare.
"You know what you need, don't you?' she asked.
"I was just too upset to answer her. I started to cry and she watched the tears sliding down my face and then she reached out and patted my cheek gently. Her eyes had an odd expression in them but I was too upset to understand it.
"Ready to beg, yet, little sister?' she asked softly.
"Yes," I said.
"Paula's eyes glowed and her smile got bigger. She touched my cheek again with her palm and then she slapped me so hard that it knocked me right off of the chair. She was glaring at me, filled with a sudden, inexplicable viciousness.
"Get up,' she said coldly. 'Then come into the bedroom with me. You are going to get your pretty little ass walloped but not before you do a few nice things for me. Understand?'
"The tears were streaming down my face and I was shaking violently. I was filled with a sense of desolation, a sense of despair because I knew that no matter what she might want of me I would have to do it because I had to find peace. I had to have relief from the gnawing, pitiless sensual yearnings that were torturing my body and my mind. I realized that my lovely sister was quite depraved and would be difficult to please. And I knew too, that the blow she had given me had heightened my sexual excitement beyond control and I had been pushed too far to ever be right again without the fantastic panacea that her hairbrush could give me.
"She went into her bedroom and I got up and followed her. She Was seated in an arm chair in the bedroom, her legs under her and she told me to take my robe off. I did what she told me to do because I was in no shape to think or resist her. I had my pajamas on and she ordered me to take them off, too. I felt a prickling sensation crawling all over my skin and embarrassment flooded me like a fever. She smiled when I hesitated.
"You will learn very quickly to obey me promptly,' she said in a nasty tone. 'Either you do exactly as I say or you can blow a fuse-and I won't lift a hand to help you. Now do as I say or I'll smash you in the face again and you don't want it there. You want it where it does some good, don't you, dear?'
"I was shivering and shaking and I nodded. I got out of my pajamas and she beckoned me to come close to her. She reached up and put her hands on my breasts and they were stretched to the bursting pointy heavy with passion and the nipples were hard and hurting. She rolled one of my nipples in her thumb and forefinger and then she squeezed hard and I gasped as the quick pain lanced through my breast. The pain was a wave of extremely pleasant feeling that quickly culminated in my loins. A swift orgasm shook me horribly and a tiny rivulet of fluid ran down my leg. Paula watched and she laughed softly.
"You react beautifully, dear,' she said.
"She squeezed the other nipple and the same thing happened. It was a warm, delicious sensation and the orgasms were heavy and extremely sensual. She took her hands away and then told me to sit down on the bed with my legs wide open so that she could look at me.
"You have a tiny little cunt,' she said. 'I'm wondering if you are deformed. I want to look for myself.'
"I sat down as she told me to do and I held my legs wide open. She poked around there with her fingers and she shook her head as she told me that I had a little cunt, just like a baby's. The lips were so tiny it was pitiful. She slipped her finger inside and I began squirming and shifting around and she laughed at my quick, pulsing climaxes. She told me my little cunt might be very small but everything was working fine. She put her thumb against my clitoris and her nail dug into the sensitive flesh. I almost screamed in pure agony but instead I gushed and she gave me a couple of moments of intense sexual pleasure.
"She dropped to her knees in front of my seething sexual organs and then she was licking the insides of my thighs and her tongue was capturing the fluids there. She gave a soft little moan and then her mouth slid over my sexual organs and she began doing things to me with her tongue. I began coming in great, throbbing spasms that were almost as nice as the kind I had known when she used the hairbrush.
"I lost all reason and my body throbbed and pulsed as she sucked my sensitive flesh, snaking her tongue in and out of the tiny opening. When I was sure that I was going to faint from the delicious sensations, she slid her tongue upwards and began flicking it back and forth across my clit and I erupted into the damndest orgasm you could imagine. It felt like everything was being sucked out of me and the fluids were running in me like water.
"Her mouth was never still a moment and the raw, sweet thrills that were leaping and running in my sexual flesh became too much to bear and something happened in my head and I just couldn't move. I laid there like a rag doll and Paula used her tongue and her mouth to drain my body cruelly. She sent me into one monstrous orgasm after another and it felt like she waited until I was in the throes of a sexual spasm to exert enormous pressures with her mouth and then she sucked everything out of me. It didn't take too much of that to make me pass out and I finally did.
"When I came to again she was on the bed with me and she was wiping my forehead with a wet rag. It felt cold. The rest of my body felt like it was raging with fever and the fever was highest between my legs. Instead of calming me down, the things that Paula had done to me had only increased my passions. She saw that I was awake and she smiled down at me.
"You'll have to learn how to bear sensations,' she said. 'There isn't any fun in it if you pass out.'
"Paula was only sixteen and it occurred to me that she knew a lot for a girl her age but I was in no condition to discuss it. She made me sit up and smoke a cigarette with her. Then she asked me if I had liked what she did to me. I nodded, miserably, and she laughed softly.
"You're going to do it for me,' she said.
'You'll probably be lousy but you'll learn quick. You will if you want to get your kicks and if I know what I think I know, you've got to get them.'
"She laid back against the pillows and she was nude under her robe. She opened her legs and I saw her sex. The pale pink lips were sticky with a thick white glue and, as she spread her legs wider, I could see the lips parting stickily. She told me to put my mouth over her hot box and start sucking it. She would tell me just what to do as we went along. I looked at her beseechingly, hoping that she wouldn't make me do that to her, but she meant it. She grasped my head and thrust it into her crotch and the heady fragrance of her sexual loins cloyed in my nostrils. Then a new wave of sensuality struck me and I loved the odor and when I tasted the sweetness that was between her legs, I loved that, too.
"It seems strange to say, but once I tasted the sweetness of Paula's sexual flesh, I lost my head and went kind of crazy. There was a wild exhilaration coursing through my body and the thrills that were shaking me so cruelly did things to my sexual flesh, too. Every time Paula would come, my own glands would respond just like they were part of her body. It's hard to explain but that was the way it was. I made ardent love to Paula for hours and only stopped when she made me stop.
"I had shaken her badly and she was a long time straightening herself out and she made me wait for a long time before she had the strength to use the hairbrush on me. When she did, she seemed to know just what I needed and she was brutally effective. She drove me into a sensual frenzy that lasted for hours and when I finally made it, she let me alone and allowed my glands and my body to accomplish what they had to do.
"After that first day, I knew what my life was going to be like, but I didn't mind. I couldn't really object. Paula was always demanding and she was cruel and she gloried in the knowledge that I would have to obey her every wish.
"As we grew older, she became meaner and seemed to enjoy making me do things that were downright humiliating. She knew that it distressed me when she would use vulgar words but she did it all the time. After a while I did it too. It just didn't matter. She seemed to know all about girls who were submissive and masochistic in nature and she persuaded me that she was my only hope for peace of mind. She convinced me too that if I wasn't attended to properly, I could easily lose my mind.
"One time she made me go for three whole weeks and I got into a state where all that I could think about was the blessed relief that she could give me. She knew that the longer I went without a beating, the worse I would get and it got so that I couldn't talk, or think or coordinate and I was sure that I was going insane. She told me that I was an atom bomb and about to explode. She made me believe her too, and after that I was no more trouble to her. No matter what she asked me to do, I did it without protest.
"She began dating, or probably I should say that she began going to bed with men when she was about eighteen and there were many nights when she would come home to me and make me suck her cunt and after it was all over she would tell me that I had just finished eating Joey, or Eddie or Charlie. I didn't mind. As a matter-of-fact I became so depraved I enjoyed those times best of all. But I never let her know it.
"When she was twenty, she met Paul. He was a nice guy, a former football player and he was very handsome. He had lots of money, too, and a very good job. She went with him for a long time and one night she told me that she and Paul were going to get married. She took one look at my terrified face and burst out laughing.
"You won't need to worry,' she said. 'I will always take care of you. Always. So don't you worry about anything.'
"I didn't worry after that. I was her bridesmaid and it was a beautiful wedding. She had given me a really wild whipping the day before so I didn't miss her too much while she was away on her honeymoon. When she got back, she and Paul settled down in a nice little house that they had rented.
"When I visited her, she told me that she and her brand new husband had had a wonderful time on their honeymoon. Sex, sex, and nothing but sex. In spite of that, she made me take off my things and get up on her bed. Then she went down on me and nearly killed me with her hunger. Of course, I had to do her, too, but I loved doing that for her and I guess she was aware of it.
"I visited with her a lot and after a while it became obvious that Paul liked me very much and I think that that annoyed Paula. It got so bad that one day she lashed out at Paul and she told him that she knew that he liked me. He just listened to her, his face red.
"You like her so goddamned much,' Paula snarled at him, 'one of these days I'll give her to you for a present. Then let's see what you do. Until I do, you keep your eyes off of her and your hands, too.'
"Poor Paul looked awful. She was standing in the living room, her hands on her hips and her face was white with anger. Paul just turned away from her. He started to walk out of the house and she told him to get himself right back where he was. Or did she have to deal with him, too? He turned around and returned to her and she got that maddening smile on her face and she told him to go out into the kitchen and make himself useful. He did it without saying a word.
"I went home right after that but I couldn't help wondering what kind of a hold she had on him to make him so obedient. I decided that I wouldn't see as much of them after that. I would only visit Paula during the daytime when her husband would not be home. And that's the way I worked it out.
"Things were not too pleasant at home those days. My mother was asking my father for a divorce. She had met a man she wanted while she was running around on her real estate deals and she finally moved out and started proceedings. I was working so it didn't bother me too much. But a few weeks later, Paula suggested that I come and live with them. That way she would have me always close at hand and we would be company for each other. She made me stay for supper that night and she told Paul what she had asked me and he liked the idea. By the time I left them that night it was decided that I would move. A few days later Paul helped me and I took the spare room.
"Once T was under her thumb, Paula became even meaner and rottener. She developed the habit of making Paul have sex with her before he went off to work in the morning and once he was gone I would have to bring her breakfast to her in bed and then suck her for hours. She would taunt me about eating Paul's loads but I didn't mind because I loved it. I think I loved him and knowing that I was tasting his strength and his love juices pleased me.
"It didn't take Paula long to turn me into a household drudge. She and Paul were fighting a lot and one night I heard her telling him that if he didn't behave himself and do exactly as she wanted him to do, she would turn him into the cops and he would go away for the rest of his life. There wasn't one more word out of him after she said that. It took me a long time to find out what that was all about but I finally did learn. During his football years Paul had done quite a bit of drinking and one night he had hit a man and kept right on going. The man died and the hit-run driver had never been found. Paula had found a clipping in his bureau drawer and she very quickly made him admit that he had been the driver. After that, he was at her mercy. So she had us both under her thumb and she finally put her perverted mind to work figuring out how to use us.
"She told Paul all about me, what I was like and what she had to do for me, and I sat there, my face flaming, my skin crawling with shame and embarrassment. She laughed at my discomfort.
"Don't you feel badly, little sister,' she said, smiling. 'Let me tell you about my big, handsome husband. He has a beautiful cock and a fine set of balls, but it doesn't do me any good. He shoves it into me and before he can even wiggle, he comes. And it doesn't matter how many times he tries, that's the way he is. So, I've been thinking things over and I've decided that we are all going to play together.
Maybe you can slow my handsome husband down a bit. Maybe I can get to enjoy both of you at the same time. I'm going to try it.'
"Paul just stared at her. I couldn't face either of them. I was dying with embarrassment, and I'm sure that he was, too. Paula spoke to him rather sharply.
"You got any objections, husband mine?' she demanded. He did not answer her for a moment and then I heard the sound of her hand striking his face and he grunted. She asked him again if he had any objections and he just shook his head. She snapped at both of us and we got up and followed her inside the house. She led us into her bedroom and she told me to take my clothes off. She wanted Paul to see what a beautiful body I had, before she whipped me into the lovely sexual frenzy I liked so much. Then she told him to get undressed too, and he began obeying her. I think he was afraid of her. "It was silly I guess, but when I was naked, I kept glancing at him and he kept glancing at me. He was built quite large and he had an erection and I liked looking at him. Paula told him to sit down and then she told him that I had been eating him for a long time, right after he went to work. She wanted to see if her little sister could suck him dry and maybe his damned cock would stay hard long enough for her to get some use out of it.
"When she told me to suck him off, I didn't argue. We were all behaving like manikins and I was functioning in a daze. Paul sat down when she made him and as soon as I touched his throbbing sexual organ I knew that I was going to enjoy doing what she was making me do. I slid my mouth down over his feverish organ and as soon as I did, he came. His whole body shook and he couldn't help himself.
"Paula knew what happened and she made me continue with it. I just kept stimulating his flesh and very shortly, he came again. He did seem to be exceptionally sensitive but I couldn't help myself. I had become deeply affected by what I was doing and I was experiencing lots of wonderful climaxes and my thighs were wet and slippery because of the immense thrill I was getting from sucking him.
"My head was moving slowly up and down the length of his throbbing organ and each time I would lift my mouth out to its tip and my tongue stroked its throat a lovely little puddle of his juice would fill my mouth and I was very happy, knowing that I was tasting his very strength, the riches of his body. His hand was caressing my hair. His palm was curved to fit the contour of my head and I could feel his touch and I knew that he liked what I was doing to him. That was all that I cared about at the moment.
"He was slumped down in the chair and I could feel his loins writhing and seething in my hands. As I continued my efforts he began to shiver and shake and then a violent eruption arose from his loins as a torrent of his sweetest nectar poured from him. The violence of his orgasm touched me and I reacted in the very same way. My whole body was quaking and twitching and I could feel the juices of my own passion trickling from within my body and the severity of my orgasm shook me so violently that it took some time before I realized that I was hurting Paul terribly. Paula had to lift my head up by the hair and when she did, I saw that Paul's abused organ was as red as blood and the force of my suction had emptied his loins completely.
"Paula smiled at us as she pushed me aside. She grasped his over-sensitive organ and her rough handling of it hurt him and he winced. He was gasping and shivering from the effects of his sexual explosion and Paula knew it. She took his hand and she pulled him erect. His handsome face was twisted into an expression of sheer anguish as she pushed him down onto the bed and he sprawled on his back, his massive chest heaving and struggling for air.
"Paula sat down in the chair and her hips were naked. She had removed her skirt. She ordered me to eat her and I could see right away that she had enjoyed watching me take care of Paul. She had the fruits of many orgasms between her legs and I didn't mind. I was already dazed with exaggerated lusts and I spent a long time using my mouth and tongue between her legs, feasting on the excessive moisture that filtered from her overwrought glands. I was suddenly captured by a sensation of extreme evil and I feasted upon her flesh like an animal. I had no control, no reason, only the awful agony of a hunger too great to appease.
"Paula was writhing and shuddering in orgasms that all but tore her apart and she was unable to stop me, or to affect me in any way. Sensations Irippled and crested in my loins and my brain and I was omnivorous, insatiable. She had her knees up, her heels resting on the edge of the chair and somehow, my finger touched her anal opening and the swift, shuddering reaction to my touch alerted my senses to another means of forcing her body to reward my lingual efforts.
"It ended finally, when sensation and passion died in her and she pushed me down onto the floor. She was a wreck, pushed far beyond what one could stand and it was a long time before she could find the strength to get out of the chair.
"Paul was still lying on the bed, and when I crawled between his legs, he gave me a weak smile. As my mouth began assaulting his abused flesh, he became erect and once again I began my expert manipulations with his lovely loins. I guess I was a bit harsh with him because he came very promptly but that was only the beginning. He was a big man with a big man's glands and his supply of nectar seemed inexhaustible. I was frenzied, virtually out of my head with greed and it seemed to me that he was feeding his strength to me, lovingly, willingly and I ached with the desire for more and more and always more.
"The sting of the lash across my naked bottom did little to affect my efforts. I became aware of the heat growing and burning in my loins as Paula began giving me the sort of treatment I needed so desperately. I could hear the crack of the leather each time it touched my flesh and that was all that I was aware of, except for the glowing, burning sensations that were in my loins, pushing me closer and closer to madness. I could feel the harsh leather between my thighs, curling and stinging and then a vicious stroke touched the hidden springs and balances of my sex and I began the massive convulsions that would relieve me of tensions and fill my body with incredible ecstasies for a long time to come. There was a long time while I was conscious of nothing but the exquisite sensations that filled my body as orgasm after orgasm occurred and offered a bit more of heavenly release.
"In time, I became aware again and I saw that Paula was astride her husband's hips and his noble sexual organ was buried deep inside her body. She was experiencing an Acosta's almost as intense as my own and I was quite pleased that her husband was well able to satisfy her needs.
"A moment later they rolled over and I watched as his huge rod plunged in and out of her flowing cavity and she was fighting him, wrestling him, her nails deep in the flesh of his shoulders, her heels digging into his rump while her hips rode free and matched his every thrust. I was watching when the fierce convulsions began in them and I could see that Paula was coming with a massive orgasm and then Paul was too, and the fruits of his loins overflowed and slid down between her buttocks and dripped onto the bed. They clung together, shuddering and locked in a spasmed pose, her hips thrusting against his loins with desperate need and in a few moments, the shuddering waves of reaction subsided and they slowly relaxed and melted into a mass of exhausted flesh.
"I sat up and looked at them. I found a cigarette and lit it. They lay locked together for a long time. Paula was caressing his head and her lips were kissing him hotly, and it was apparent that she was humbly grateful to him for the splendid experience she had known. They started necking like high school kids for a while and then Paula moved slightly and Paul's shriveled organ slipped out of her body. He rolled over onto his back and his face took on the lines of total exhaustion.
"Paula had not had enough. She looked at me and she told me what she wanted me to do and it took me a long time to dispose of the fruits of their union and the subsidiary passions that my clinging mouth and excited tongue induced.
"That was a very exhausting day because Paula began using her mouth to arouse Paul and when he had achieved erection, she told him to screw me. Because we liked each other so much, that turned out to be a beautiful experience. And when my frenzy finally released Paul, Paula glued her mouth to my most delicate flesh and she forced me into a brand new time of exceptional pleasures.
"I wish I could say that Paul's habit of quick ejaculation cleared up but it didn't. But we did learn that several orgasms accomplished by oral lovemaking would reduce him to a level where he could function normally and with two girls eager always to keep him sucked dry, he was in no position to complain.
"We still live together and we enjoy each other's persons with utter candor and hearty appetites. While it was Paula's meanness that instigated such a life for all of us, it has turned out beautifully. We are very happy living together and, in spite of what one might suppose, there are many tight little families such as ours and the opportunities for unlimited enjoyment are always present.
"I have never changed and Paula must beat me occasionally, but she knows just when to do it. Paul likes to watch as she uses the whips and straps with great cunning all over my person. He has often tried to do it for me, but he is never able to whip me as harshly as I require. So he lets Paula do it and he just enjoys watching.
"Sometimes I will suck him while Paula is administering the initial stages of my punishment, but there comes a time when they have to take it away from me because I hurt him with my excessive passions and I really don't want to do that.
"Both Paula and I have learned the amazing pleasures of sodomy because Paul has often done that to each of us and the delirious sensuality that we enjoy then is quite beyond description.
"We have no reservations with each other and we indulge each other shamelessly. 'very often, if Paula is in a good mood, she will let Paul give me his organ to nurse on and I often fall asleep with it still in my mouth. Ours has become a most pleasant way of life and we are all happy now that Paula decided that we could all live together in real harmony."