I was born two years before Lori, so you would think that I would be the one to say what should happen or what we should do, but I never got the chance to say anything.
My mother, Sheila, was a child bride. She admits that she has always been oversexed, and she raised her kids to be the same way.
She is a honey blonde, with long, straight hair that hangs way down her back. Her complexion is the light, Nordic kind that sort of goes with her hair. She has beautiful blue eyes and a pretty mouth. Her bod is simply glorious with nice plump boobs that are not too big and not too small – just right. Lori is just like her, but Lori is a mean bitch, always has been. With me, anyway, and with others, too, I guess.
Lori was always paddling my ass when we were kids, and I got so I wouldn't take a deep breath without asking Lori if it was okay. That was all right with Sheila. She was always telling me to ask Lori if I could do things, and I sort of got used to it. But, like I say, Lori is a mean bitch.
Sheila was always working so she let Lori run things in the house. By the time I was twelve, I was used to Lori and the way she was. In spite of her years, she was growing up to have a beautiful shape. Her hair was a little darker than Sheila's – she let it grow long, too.
Well, I was always beating my meat, because I was big for my age, and had a big cock. I think that watching Lori around the house got me turned on a lot of times. Too, knowing that she would wallop my ass for the least little thing always kept me in a state of sexual excitement. Then there was this one day when everything changed.
It was a Friday afternoon, and Lori was pushing me around, but I didn't feel like doing what she wanted me to do. I forget now what it was, but she got really sore. Lori told me to go to my room, and she would be in shortly. I was sure she was going to give me one hell of a spanking.
I obeyed her for there wasn't anything else for me to do. She came into my room a few minutes later with a thick strap in her hands. I was told to take my pants off, which I did. Then she told me to take off my underpants. That seemed strange, but I had the feeling she really wanted to give me that strap where it did the most good, so off came the undershorts.
She stood for a moment or two just looking at my naked body, and as she did so, I began to get excited. My cock grew and was soon a roaring hard piece of meat. Then she told me to bend over the bed, and, man, she started to wallop my bare ass with that mean strap-slap, slap, slap! I could feel my flesh getting hot red hot-from those lashes she was giving me. Then I felt a slight stinging in my balls and between my ass cheeks. It almost felt good. I could feel my cock was still hard as a rock.
She seemed to keep up the swatting for a long time, then the slaps seemed to get lighter, and I began to enjoy it. I could feel a tingling way down inside me as if I were about to shoot my load. The more Lori slapped my ass, the closer I got to coming. Wow, what a feeling.
Then Lori told me to roll over. And to my complete surprise, she grabbed my cock and began jacking me off as if she was an expert. Well, it wasn't long before I began to twitch and squirm, and, finally, I shot my big load all over her hand and my stomach. All remembrance of the pain she had just given me was gone forgotten as I unloaded my hot come.
Lori just smiled as I finished coming, and without a word, she left the room, telling me to clean up and stay right where I was. Well, I did as I was told, but my mind was sure asking a lot of questions.
The telephone rang, and Lori answered it. I could hear her conversation from the hall, and I knew it was Sheila. "That's right," Lori said, "he came all over the place. I guess our little boy has grown up at last." Lori was silent for a second and then she giggled. "I just might do that," she panted. "I have been wanting to do that for a long time, and I'm sure our little boy won't complain about my doing that to him."
Of course, I had no idea what they were talking about, so I returned to the edge of my bed and waited. It wasn't long until Lori came back and stood in front of me staring at my nakedness. I got a funny feeling as she did this, and I could feel my prick getting hard again. Man, I thought, now what is going to happen?
Lori didn't say a word as she reached forward and grabbed my cock once again, just like she had done before. She put one hand under my balls, and cupped them tenderly, while her other hand began pumping my cock slowly. She kept this up for a few minutes, until I felt myself starting to get ready to come. Lori must have sensed this, too, for she smiled at me, and bent over, her mouth enclosing around the head of my cock. Oh, man, that was a terrific feeling, despite my surprise. I couldn't hold back any longer as her mouth began to replace her hands. And come I did, right into her mouth. She sucked me until I was soft again. Then she took her mouth away and licked her lips. She sat up, and I could see that she was really turned on. Putting her hand under my balls, she said, "I don't have to ask how you liked that, brother, dear. From now on I will keep you busy. I love sucking you off. I really, really do."
I stared at her, and I could feel my face getting red. I was scared, but I threatened her anyway. "I'm going to tell Sheila," I said. "I'm going to tell her what you did."
She just laughed at me. "Are you really going to tell her, Peter, dear?" she asked. "Are you?"
Her warm hand was squeezing my nuts, and it was hurting me. She was waiting for me to answer her. I shook my head, and she just laughed then. She got up and started for the bathroom. I reached for my shorts and my pants, but she told me to forget it. She said that she would be right back, and then we would have some more fun.
After she came out of the bathroom, she told me to lie down on the bed. Then Lori got between my legs, and started playing with my dick again. Despite my confused state of mind, the whole thing turned me on again, and my hard on returned quickly. As soon as she felt my cock get hard, she put her mouth over it and began sucking me off again. Wow, despite the fact that I had already shot my load twice, the whole idea of having a girl suck my cock really turned me on, and I could feel the come starting to rise in my balls.
It wasn't long before I groaned my way into another terrific orgasm – right into Lori's mouth. But she wouldn't stop. She kept on sucking and sucking, trying to drain every drop of come I had in my two balls. This went on the greater part of the afternoon, until I was so tired I was half asleep. I couldn't even get a hard on after a while. Finally, she left me lying half dead on the bed, and went off to do her work in the kitchen. By the time Mother got home, Lori had dinner ready and on the table.
All through dinner, Lori and my mother kept looking at each other and then at me, giggling and carrying on like they had a private little joke between themselves. But Lori didn't say a word about what had happened between the two of us that afternoon. I just ate in silence – hell, what else could I do! Certainly couldn't blurt out saying, "Boy, did Lori ever give me some good blow jobs today, Mom."
Mother had a date for that night, but it was a house date which meant that Lori and I would have to go to the movies. But, I didn't mind that much. My mother smiled at me as she said that Lori and I could see the picture we had been talking about.
"You come along with me, dear," Sheila said to Lori. "You can keep me company while I shower and change."
Lori stood up, and turned to look at me. She had a mean look on her face. "You clean up the table and do the dishes," she said to me. "If I have to wait because you haven't done your work by the time I am ready to go, I will use the strap on your rear end again. But good this time."
Sheila heard her, and smiled at Lori as she patted her on the head. "I'm so sorry that Peter is such a bad boy, dear," Sheila said. "I'm so glad that you are willing to discipline him. I know that he needs it."
Sheila turned to give me a stern look. "You be a good boy and do as Lori tells you," she said. "You just be glad that you have a beautiful young sister who looks after you for me."
They went off to Mom's bedroom as I began clearing the table and washing the dishes. I knew that Lori was always making me do things that boys shouldn't have to do, but I didn't really mind. Or maybe I did. I think I was afraid of Lori, but I don't know why. When she spoke, I jumped, and if I didn't jump fast enough to suit her, I got hit.
I had everything finished, and was waiting for Lori when she and Sheila showed up in the kitchen again. Sheila had a pretty miniskirt and pantyhose on. Her legs and thighs were so beautiful I got horny just looking at them. She had a thin sweater on, too, and it was showing off her boobs – that got me stirred up, too. Lori and I went to the movies. I was surprised again when Lori slipped her hand into my fly and held my cock all through the show. I was hardly able to concentrate on the picture.
We got home when it was very late, and Lori didn't even mention holding my dick. She told me to get to bed, and I obeyed her. She went into the big bedroom, and I heard her talking to Sheila before she closed the door. They shared the big king-size bed. Both seemed to be always very lovey-dovey. I guessed that Sheila and Lori would sit up for a long while talking about the date and movie.
I went to bed, but I was so stirred up from Lori holding my cock that I had to beat my meat to relieve myself. I finally popped into a couple of tissues, and then I went to sleep.
When I got up in the morning, I made some coffee and then I carried a cup of it to Mom's bedroom. I knocked on the door, but no one answered so I thought that they were asleep. Slowly I opened the door, and walked in. To my shock they were in the midst of making love to each other. I just stood staring at the two of them. I could see Lori was on top of Sheila, and her bare butt was sticking up in the air. Sheila's mouth covered Lori's lower parts, and Lori was eating away at Mom. I guess I was just too stunned to know what I was looking at. The two of them were shaking and squirming and making crazy noises. Then Lori rolled over, sat up and stared at me. Sheila had her legs tight together, a wild, crazy look in her eyes. Lori was looking at me with a grin on her face. Her mouth was wet, and it glistened as she kept licking her lips. I started to back out of the room, but Lori stopped me.
"Don't go, little brother," she called. "You stay right here. Sheila and I are very interested in you right now."
I didn't know what to do. Mom was gazing at me as if she was drunk. I had never seen her like that. Lori crooked her finger at me, and when I hesitated she got nasty. She told me to hurry and get over to her or she would beat the hell out of me. I went to her. Hell, she opened my pants and pushed them down. Then she had my cock in her hand and she was jerking me off. Sheila made a funny, moaning sound, and then she, too, went right for my cock. She got her mouth over it, and began sucking it. Boy, she was really an expert. She made me come in a hurry, and all the while she acted like she was crazed with a hunger for the stuff that came out of my prick. She just couldn't seem to get enough of it. The first time she made me come she hurt me something awful, and it was only when I was able to figure things out that I realized she had a habit of biting a little with her teeth just when my cock started shooting. That hurt like hell, but I sort of liked it after I got used to it.
They seemed to like feeling my body, especially my cock and balls, and Lori began kissing me and sticking her tongue into my mouth while Sheila was sucking me again. Then Lori was sucking me while Sheila was kissing me and licking my nipples. After a while she was down between my legs, and her tongue was all over. Just as she slid her tongue into my asshole, Lori sure got a gusher of my come. I went ape once I felt Sheila's tongue in my asshole. They seemed to know that I would react like that.
They just wouldn't stop. After a while I was in a daze, like I was drifting on a nice big cloud, and every time they made me come it felt like I was spilling out boiling hot water. It was a lovely sensation. When they stopped, I went right to sleep, but I could still feel my whole crotch hurting and burning, and the head of my cock tingling, stinging and smarting because of the harsh way they had sucked on it. The funny thing was I liked the feeling. It was really more pleasurable than hurting.
When I woke up, Sheila was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had on shorts and a blouse, and her face was all prettied up – she looked real nice. Mom smiled at me as she patted my forehead. When she saw that I was awake, she bent down and kissed me right on the mouth. It was a real sexy kiss.
I was still stark naked. She put her hand on my cock, and soon it was stiff again. Then she rubbed it up and down a little. She broke our kiss and said, "I had no idea my little boy was so grown up," she said. "So big down where it counts."
Then she kissed me again. Lori walked into the room wearing one of her short miniskirts. Lori came over to the bed, put one knee on the edge of it, and smiled down at me. I could tell she was getting turned on all over again. At least I was. The way she was standing I could see that she had nothing on under the miniskirt. I could see her little clam, and when she saw me looking at it, she opened her legs so that I could get a good look. Sheila straightened up, and smiled up at Lori.
"Oh, you're such a hot little minx," she said. "Is there no limit to the naughty things you will make us do to please you?"
Lori laughed at her and shook her head. "You know that you'll enjoy anything I can think up. Peter will, too. The meaner I am to him, the hotter he gets. He is a real live masochist, and I just love making him happy. We are going to have such wonderful times. You'll see."
Sheila sighed, and then let go of my cock. She reached for a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand, and while she was getting it lit, she watched Lori and me. Lori had very definite ideas. She got onto the bed, and straddled my chest so I could see her hairless little cunt. She pushed it right into my mouth. When she told me to suck her for a while, I was eager to do it. I could hear Sheila teasing her about being such a hot piece as I began tasting Lori's sweet, young juices. I kind of lost my head, and I knew that Lori was rocking her cunt back and forth in my mouth. She kept coming and spilling her little drops of nectar into my mouth, and I could hear the groaning, whimpering sounds that she was making. Sheila was sucking my cock again and the whole business just got to be too wild – I simply enjoyed it all.
It went on for hours, I thought, but when we finally took time out to rest, I could see that Mom had bitten the hell out of my cock for it was all red and raw. She saw it, too, and began making soft, crooning little sounds. She was kissing it, trying to make it better, I guess. Lori got some cold cream which she rubbed onto my cock and balls. That made me feel better.
"I think we'd better have some lunch," Lori said. "Then I'll want you both back in here, and we'll have some more fun. Peter is going to have a busy afternoon. He is going to fuck both of us. And I'm sure I can think up other little games for us to play."
Sheila got up, and stood looking at Lori with a distressed look on her face. In her shorts and blouse, she was very beautiful. The sullen, unhappy look on her face made her even more appealing.
"Please, no, dear," Mom said. "I am not ready for something like that, yet. Please don't make me do that."
Lori gave her a mocking smile. She was almost taunting her, and I knew right then and there who was boss in our family.
"You'll do what you are told to do," Lori said coldly. "If you are the least bit disobedient or uncooperative, I'll make you regret it bitterly. Is that understood?"
Sheila nodded. She glanced at me and shrugged. She seemed to want to explain things to me, but couldn't.
"Lori is so horrid if she is not obeyed implicitly," she said. "She is a brute. She knows that I am afraid of her, and she takes advantage of that. She'll make us do awful things, I know, and I just can't resist her. I just can't."
Lori went close to Sheila, and kissed her on the lips. They put their arms around each other, really necking up a storm. Lori finally pushed Sheila away, and it looked like Sheila's lips were swollen. Lori called a halt to things for the time being. Then she made me get up and help in the kitchen.
After we had some lunch, the girls sort of got turned on, watching me walking around naked. They were both handling my parts all the time. I had a big hard on all the time – they thought that was cute.
Lori told us to go back into the bedroom, and Sheila and I obeyed her like we were little children. Lori sat down on the edge of the big bed and told Sheila to take her things off so that I could fuck her. Mom glanced at me, sort of like she was ashamed, then she started to obey. I watched as Sheila took her blouse off. When I saw the beautiful peaks on her chest, I could feel my cock starting to erupt even more. Lori must have seen my face and figured out what was happening, because she quickly put her mouth over my cock. Sheila's breasts were big and firm, and shaped like bullets. The nipples were a pale pink, only slightly darker in hue than the rest of her snowy white skin.
Mom watched Lori sucking my cock and playing with my balls. I thought she seemed to be envious. When Lori finally took her mouth away, my meat was smarting and glowing from the fierce sucking she had done.
I watched as Sheila unbuttoned her shorts, and let them fall down around her ankles. She stared right at me as she pushed her panties down, revealing the pale white tuft of hair on her pubis. She moved so I could glimpse the delicate little cleft of bewitching flesh. I saw that she was made very nicely between her legs. She laid down on her back and Lori told her to open up wide so that I could get my cock into her: Mom began to weep and sob, but Lori just laughed at her. She made me get between Sheila's legs, and then she used her fingertips to guide my cock right into Sheila's slippery slit. As soon as I started to push it into her, Sheila grabbed me and let out a funny little howl. Her hips slammed against me – her body swallowed me up. As she began working, I began working, and her legs wrapped themselves around me. All the while she kept making some weird sounds, and then she began moving like a machine. She went nuts, and so did I.
Lori was beside us, lying on her belly and kissing, Sheila's mouth and whispering words against her swollen lips.
Lori was taunting Mom about fucking her son, her baby. But that just made Sheila wild, and she soon exploded and so did I. After that first time, Lori just kept us at it, so we spent the whole day screwing like animals.
And that was how our sexual lives with Lori began.
As shocking as the immediate case might appear to the average lay reader, particularly when compared to the preceding cases of Paul I. and Frieda L., such are the cases that the bulk of psychiatrists' notebooks is made of Krafft-Ebing, one of the pioneers of psychoanalysis, devoted a major portion of his work Psychopathia Sexualis to the study of masochism and masochistic cases. One such case, designated as "Case 60" in his work, closely resembles that of the subject Peter D., and is reproduced in part below.
… X., gentleman belonging to upper class of society; aged sixty-six; father hypersexual; two brothers said to be masochists. X. claimed that his masochism dates back to early childhood. At the age of five he asked little girls to undress him and spank his naked bottom. Later on he arranged with other boys or girls in playing teacher with him to flog him. At the age of fifteen he began to imagine that girls ambushed and then beat him. At that time he had no idea as yet of the sexual meaning of such proceedings, in fact he was still unaware of the vita sexualis. His craving for being beaten by women steadily increased. At the age of eighteen he learned how to satisfy it and had the first pollution during the act. When nineteen, first coitus with complete satisfaction and potency and without masochistic representations. Normal sexual intercourse until he was twenty-one, when a girl suggested a masochistic scene. He accepted, and from that time never had coitus without a masochistic adventure preceding it…
Although Krafft-Ebing's case suggests that masochism can become active at a very early age and then go through a series of submergences and surfacings, the environmental and circumstantial factors in the case of Peter D. were such that any submergence of his strongly developed masochistic tendencies was practically impossible.
The subject was entrapped in an environment of sadomasochism, incest, lesbianism, and general psychodegeneracy that became to him a way of life from which there was no escape. Only a person with strong ethical convictions or near asexuality would have been able to turn away from the hedonistic atmosphere that permeated the subject's surroundings. Peter D. had no family ethics to base his own personal ethics on, and he was undeniably hypersexual.
In the opinion of the psychotherapist who was finally presented with the Herculean task of handling this case, hypersexuality is an essential element for the development of sexual masochism. This is not to suggest that hypersexuality presupposes a masochistic inclination. It can be directed toward psychologically acceptable ends; however, it is a factor that is often responsible for what might be termed "unusual experimentation" in sexual activities arid that makes the person "afflicted" with hypersexuality more vulnerable to suggestion and more likely to disregard or even to accept as "normal" any obstacles that may appear or be placed between his hypersexuality and the relief of physiological, psychological, and emotional tensions that are essential components of hypersexuality.
The subject's initial submission to his sister's nonsexual demands in his early adolescence was the mold from which he shortly emerged as a sexual masochist. The fact that his mother, Sheila D., not only did not discourage her daughter's sadistic "bullying" of her son, but also that she was herself a masochist, victim of that same daughter, did not help matters any. It played directly into Lori's hand, and created in the mind of the subject the feeling that "this was, indeed, the normal way of life." Later, when Peter D. manifested signs of sexual arousal and felt a desire for his sister, and when his sister catered to that desire by masturbating and fellating the boy, the subject was fully enmeshed in the web his sister had woven around him. He did not have to seek out sexual partners outside the home; as long as he obeyed his sister his sexuality was catered to. And when he discovered that. Sheila, his mother, not only approved of his sexual relationship with his sister, but also became an active participant, playing a comasochistic role with him, the irreversible imbroglio was complete.
Perhaps of even greater interest than the subject in this case is his sister Lori. And the tantamount question is: What made her the absolute little sadist that she is? Before answering that question, a citation from Havelock Ellis's Studies in the Psychology of Sex might be in order. In the seventh volume of the abovementioned work, titled Eonism and Other Supplementary Studies, Ellis states:
Masochism is… a reversal of sadism, the sadism being directed towards the subject himself. It is, Stekel thinks, hate towards others turned into hate towards oneself. This, however, while it is a partially true statement for [some cases] seems to fall into the common error of regarding algolagnia as a manifestation of cruelty. The impulse to inflict pain, whether on others or on oneself, whenever it arises from a sexual motive, must never be regarded as a manifestation of hate and cruelty. Whenever it so arises we can safely eliminate any genuinely sexual impulse. The real motive is to show love, not hate, and even if possible to give pleasure. And the reason so unlikely a method of manifesting this motive is adopted is simply that the stimulus of pain, when the sexual impulse is weak (as it often is…) – whether inflicted or suffered or even merely witnessed – does actually operate as a stimulus to the sexual emotions, and no cruelty is really involved, merely the appearance of it. The evidence on this point is overwhelming…
Although at first glance it is difficult to accept the supposition that Lori's attitude toward her another was prompted by love, taking the events in sequence makes the supposition much less incredible.
If one accepts the assumption that Lori's original overberance toward her brother was a mild superiority complex brought out by the fact that, with the mother being at work most of the day, Lori was responsible for the boy's upbringing and discipline, then the progression toward sadomasochism was a "natural" development. Lori, loving her brother, noticed that he became sexually aroused the first time she decided to spank him. If she were aware of sexual pleasures – and the supposition must be made that she was – then her desire to continue giving her brother sexual pleasure by demeaning him was the direct result of deduction by her immature mind.
The similar relationship between her and Sheila, however, for lack of sufficient preliminary information, cannot be commented on.
I am not sure that I knew just what made Lori tick, but she seemed to take great pleasure in dominating Sheila and me. The weird things she made us do seemed to provide her with great pleasure.
Naturally, things weren't all that well integrated right away. Lori had to feel her way with us. She was always telling Mom and me that we were hopeless masochists, that we needed to be disciplined and abused, and she would do her best to make our life a happy one. She actually made it sound like she was doing us a favor.
That first day when she made me and Mom fuck like machines was a time of great fun for her. Every time Sheila and I would take a rest, Lori would suck Sheila's cunt and feast on the juices that were in it. She loved doing that, and Sheila liked it, too. After a while, when I got tired and was sure that I wasn't going to be able to do any more, Lori got out a dildoe made from a sawed-off piece of broom handle. She put some grease on it, and proceeded to ream my asshole while Sheila was sucking on my cock.
Later, Lori was snickering and seemed to be having a real ball thinking about something. She told me and Sheila that she wanted us both in the bathroom. We had a sunken bathtub that was in the center of our large bathroom. I got in and lay on my back, while Lori sat down next to the tub. She smiled down into my face.
"Sheila and I are going to wash your face, Peter, dear," she said. "You'll enjoy it. Now, sit up and hold up your face so I can wash it."
I could see the way the pale pink lips of her cunt were spread apart, and I guess I wasn't too prepared for what she did next. She got up, straddled the tub over my face and started pissing. It hit my face, some of it went into my mouth. The way she was right on top of me, I just couldn't escape it. She really drowned me. When it was over, she put her hands on my face and smeared it all over my face. When I moved my head away, she slapped my face hard, and glared at me.
"Don't you dare move your face away from me," she said angrily. "I can make you suck it out and swallow all of it, and don't you forget it. Would you like me to make you do that?"
I said no, and then she smiled at me. She was still dripping all over me as she got up, but I just didn't care any more. She told Sheila to straddle the tub. Naturally, Sheila obeyed without saying a word, and gave me a golden shower, too. That little trick became a favorite of theirs. Whenever Lori was furious with me, she would make me do it to her and Mom. I think they both got a real charge out of making me do that.
I think that we must have tried everything that Lori could think up that first weekend. She enjoyed watching me fucking Mom in her cunt, and then in her asshole. My sister made Sheila blow me several times, and then she would want me to fuck her.
Lori was a tight fuck, but she was like a wild woman once she got my cock into her. With all of the action that I had enjoyed with Sheila, I was able to last for a long time in Lori – that was what she liked. When she would come, she would squirm and shake and squirm and yelp like an animal in heat. But she sure poured out her juices. Sheila had her mouth down there and she was licking up the leakings, I guess, and zeroed in on Lori's cunt as soon as I took my cock out. Lori pulled me upwards so that I was straddling her tits, and she licked and sucked till she had drained all my come. Lori was always greedy.
Sis really took over that first weekend. It was like she was the ringmaster, and Sheila and I were her willing performers. She said she would make our lives happy and filled with pleasures. She sure was right about that.
One time, Lori shaved Mom's cunt, and when she put some after-shave lotion on Sheila's freshly shaved pussy, Mom screamed in agony. Lori just laughed and said she was going to shave me, too. She did, by God, and when she put the shaving lotion on my balls and cock, I damned near went through the ceiling. It burned and stung and hurt something awful, but it was also extremely pleasurable. After that, Lori kept on putting new and harsher stuff on our genitals. She liked to do mean things like that.
I remember onetime she used the broom handle on me. Before she pushed it into my asshole, she smeared it with one of the salves used to ease pain in the muscles. Well, as soon as it touched the tissues inside of me I almost fainted with pain. It was a white, hot agony, and I sobbed and wept so much it actually scared Lori. I was rinsed with one of their douches. After that, Lori was careful what she used. As Sheila pointed out, we were very happy living together, and it would be awful if one of us had to go to the hospital for a sexual problem. Lori sure got real careful after Sheila explained about that.
We settled down to a nice, happy life. Mom was always working, and Sis made me do everything in the house. I had to do the housework. She even liked to make me wash out her underthings. I had to keep her pubic hair shaved. Sis would lie down on her bed while I shaved her cunt. Every time I did it, she would get excited, and, after I washed it all clean, she would make me eat her for a while. Then she would make me fuck her, and then eat her clean again.
Mom was dating, and I wondered why Sis didn't have anything to say about that. This one night, Sheila had a boyfriend in for a house date, so Lori and I went to the movies. When we got back, Sheila was reading in bed with a big, bright smile on her face. We got undressed, and Lori went right after Sheila's cunt. While she was licking and sucking it, Sheila told Sis that her date had fucked her twice, and there was lots of honey for her busy little bee to suck.
Sheila was still hot, so she made me suck her titties for a while. When Lori got her into orbit with her busy little tongue, Mom wanted my cock in her mouth. She went wild when I pumped my first load down her throat.
Sex was really the best part of our lives, I guess…
That night, after Lori finished eating Sheila, Sis fell asleep, but Sheila and I were still awake. Mom was holding me in her arms with her breasts against my cheek. It was a time of gentle affection between us. Sheila looked at Lori's nude body as she slept, and we could see the tiny little petals of her cunt, the plump breasts with their little nipples and the pretty face in sweet repose.
Then my mom talked to me about all the boyfriends she had had, and that she was going to keep right on with the boyfriend she had now, because he was so virile and inexhaustible at sex. "I love him," Mom said. "But he is a weakling like us. I wonder what Lori will do to him when she finally gets him under her domination."
Then Mom pushed me down in the bed – I knew what she wanted. I began licking her clit while she held my head, caressing my hair. She went into orbit. It wasn't long until she creamed herself, and it was all I could do to lap up the juices. Just thinking about seeing Lori dominate her boyfriend must have fired her up.
We had met the guy a couple of times and I liked him. He was sort of on the plump side, but not too much. He was quiet and mild, and he had blond hair and a nice face. Sis and Mom seemed to be in cahoots all the time, and I swear that Sheila had as much to do with the downfall of Ronnie as Lori did. Maybe more. She sort of fed him to the lions, if you know what I mean.
But there was a lot of stuff that came before Ronnie's captivation. We began developing patterns right away. A typical day would find us both going to school and Mom going to work. We started having little sex games early in the morning, but we kind of gave that up as time went on and it got so that Sheila and Lori would take turns in blowing me. They said it made their whole day go easier. Hell, that was all right with me. I didn't have any objections at all.
When Lori and I got home from school, Sis would make me go down on her right away. We wouldn't even get up to the bedroom. She would whisk her pants off and make me cool her down for an hour or more. Then we would go into her bedroom, get undressed and have us an orgy. She would set the alarm clock so we could quit in time to get supper ready. When Sheila got home from work, I would take her things off for her and eat her for a while, too.
While I would be frenching Sheila, Sis would fix some drinks and Sheila would have one. No one ever said anything about Lori not having any, she just didn't like drinks. She liked sex and more sex, and she sure got lots of it. Anyway, after Sheila had her fires banked, she would go into her bedroom and get into something comfortable, like shorts or an old loose dress. She wouldn't wear pants just in case Lori or I wanted some of her juicy cunt. After we had our dinner, we would wind up in the bedroom again. Maybe I would go down on Lori while she would sit at her vanity and Mom would brush her hair for her. Later, when they were ready, Sis would make me fuck both of them, and then they would get into a wild sixty-nine. Then I would be able to go off to sleep for by then I would be ready. In the morning, things would start in all over again.
Saturday mornings were always wild. The girls would wake up horny. It would take a lot of attention to cool them off so that we could get some breakfast. Afterwards, it was just more of the same.
Maybe that was why I felt good about the way Sis and Mom began talking about Ronnie. He was about thirty-two or three, and Lori was going to start telling him what to do, too. I heard them talking about it one afternoon, and the way Sheila just accepted the notion that Lori would rule Ronnie was wild.
They were sitting at the kitchen table while I was doing the dishes. Lori was talking about how much she liked Ronnie, and how she would treat him if he lived with us – if only she could get at him.
"I'm sure that it will be all right, dear," Mom said. "I know that Ronnie thinks you are one of the prettiest things that he has ever seen. He says you area smaller edition of me. Isn't that sweet of him?"
"Does he have any idea of the way we live?" Sis asked.
"He knows that you are the strong one, and that you run things here. I haven't told him much of anything else. But, he is so submissive, so docile, I'm sure that you'll know just how to handle him."
Lori giggled. "Our Ronnie, Mom," she corrected. "I love it when he leaves you bulging with honey for me, but I would like to get some direct."
"I'm sure you'll get lots of it direct, dear. I know how much Ronnie likes you, and how much he respects your strengths, too."
Ronnie came to our house for dinner the following Friday evening – he stayed forever. I guess it will be forever. Only time will tell about that.
That first Friday night we sat down at the dinner table. Lori was all dolled up with the eye makeup and lipstick. I had done her and Mom's hair so they both looked to be particularly young and lovely. Ronnie kept looking from one to the other, and they certainly were very much aware of his admiration.
Lori kept giving him bright smiles and blinking her big, sparkling eyes. The poor guy never had a chance. Sis waited until we were having our desert, and then she started in on him.
"When we have finished dinner, Ronnie," she said, "you can help Peter with the dishes. If you are going to hang around here you will help with the work. Is that clearly understood?"
Ronnie got red in the face, but he just nodded. "That's all right," he said. "I don't mind helping."
Lori gave him the eyes, the stern face and turned him inside out. "You don't mind anything I say to you, do you, Ronnie? Or anything that I might do to you. Did you know that I am a mean bitch, Ronnie? Did you know that I am going to turn you into a meek little puppy dog? Did you know that, Ronnie, baby?"
Mom sat back and watched, and so did I. Ronnie looked like someone had stunned him with a ball bat. Lori hauled off and smacked him across the face with her open palm, almost knocking him off the chair. He began to shake. Then Sis bent forward and kissed him on the mouth – gently and sweetly.
"Do we understand each other, Ronnie?" she asked. Ronnie nodded his head, and she kissed him again. "You'll enjoy your life from now on, Ronnie. I will tell you what to do, when and how to do it, and you'll obey me and stay out of trouble, because if you don't, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to the birds. You know that now, don't you?"
He nodded his head in a hurry. Lori had Ronnie's face pressed against her bosom. All of a sudden, Sis had one of her tits out and was pushing it into his mouth.
"Suck, baby," she said, "suck my tittie for now. Then we will go into the bedroom and I'll suck your cock. How's that sound?"
He only groaned as he held her breast with his hand and sucked on it… His easy surrender had Sis really fired up. She started turning mean right away. She made him get up and go into the bedroom. We all went along. When she told him to get undressed, he did so. He glanced at Mom once, but she just gave him a helpless stare. Then he let Lori handle his big cock and balls, all the while he never said a word. Sis got her mouth on it, and she popped him in a hurry. When I looked at Mom, I could see that she was having a nice time, too.
Ronnie was submissive, maybe, but he was really quite a man. After Lori took the edge off for him, we all got undressed. While Ronnie fucked the girls silly, Lori made me eat them. After a while, she made me suck Ronnie off, and then he had to do me. It was plain that he was in heaven.
He took to domination by Lori like a duck takes to water, and he was as obedient as she could wish. He had to spend some time fucking each of them, and Lori kept him and me hopping until we finally fell asleep.
She was awake bright and early – and as horny as could be. She went right after Ronnie's big cock, and after she popped him a couple of times, she took care of me. As Mom was still asleep, Sis was having herself a ball.
She sent me off to fix some breakfast while she explained to Ronnie that he was to move in with us so that she would be able to have him close at hand always. He agreed to that. Then she told him to pop me before I went off to school and bring her the honey in a sweet and loving kiss.
I could see that Sis was happy with Ronnie, and he was happy with her, too. She was always kissing him and playing with his cock. Sis kept telling him that she would do awful things to him, and she would make Mom do terrible things to him… he just loved that kind of talk.
She made me shave him, and then she put the shaving lotion on his balls. When he yelled, she hit him in the face, explaining that he had become a slave, her slave, and he was not allowed to do anything except what he was told to do.
Sheila woke and they had some breakfast. Afterwards, Ronnie got to spend a little time in the bathtub while Sheila and Lori drenched him with a golden shower. He loved that, and I was not too surprised to see him move closer so that he could put his mouth over Lori's spurting cunt. He really flaked her, and she must have come a dozen times before she finally slid her pretty butt away so that Mom could give him a drenching…
He took a shower later, and then the girls wanted both of us on the bed… that first day became an endless orgy. Sis had three of us to dominate, and she sure worked hard at it. I think she was utterly unglued by Ronnie's willingness to endure anything that she might want to do to him, and she began doing things to him that brought him new and constant anguish. Yet, he thrived on it – so did I.
As time went by, Lori's cruelties became refined and more numerous. She liked to push toothpicks down our cocks, and shove all kinds of things up our assholes – she got to be real expert with that kind of stuff.
Too, she persuaded Ronnie to buy her all sorts of dildoes and gadgets. She loved to strap on a big, fat imitation prick and fuck us silly with it. After a time, she became an expert with ointments and lotions, driving us up the walls when it was applied to our sensitive flesh. She seemed to enjoy making us moan – and we enjoyed it, too. There is no doubt that Ronnie and I are dedicated masochists… Sheila is in the same boat.
It is unfortunate that the case of Peter D., his sister, and his mother did not come to the attention of a psychotherapist sooner than it did. It is almost beyond the best therapist's abilities to restructure the psychology of a twenty-four-year-old man. Even with the indication given by Krafft-Ebing in the fragment of the case that was quoted earlier, it is extremely unlikely that Peter's masochism will lend itself to total and permanent submergence in his unconscious. And the pessimism that has to be directed toward the subject's mother and sister is even more justifiable.