0 comments/ 27909 views/ 7 favorites Two into One Fits Nicely By: MegMerryweather It was only after five or six weeks of having a cleaner come in regularly that the Southey twins began to feel inappropriately interested in her. Their mother had insisted that she would only pay for a cleaner if she was over 45. She did not want to subsidise a pretty young tart. Mrs Palmer was 49. Mrs Palmer moved well and she wore her clothes well even though they were her working clothes. Her skirts were of modest length and tight enough to show she had a rather nice bottom. Her blouses showed just the beginning of her cleavage. Some women of her age had wrinkles in their cleavage but hers was smooth which was in itself attractive and it encouraged one to hope that her full but not too big breasts would also be youthful and ripe. James and Robert agreed to suggest to Mrs Palmer that when she had finished her two hours cleaning at about 11.00 she might make three cups of coffee and talk to them before she went home. It was a further month before James realised that Alexandra or, Alex as they now called her, would soon be celebrating her fiftieth birthday. Robert rather surprised her by asking her what she was going to do to celebrate her birthday. If she was just going to open her birthdays cards and watch the television that would be a waste of a birthday. Would she like to come out to dinner with them? "Although you are almost twice as old as us," said James. "We both find you seriously attractive. We are not going to start a fight over you; we have a history of sharing women with all three of us enjoying it. I hope you will agree to have dinner with us. At the end of the dinner I will ask you if you would like us to run you back to your house, give you a birthday kiss and watch you go in. Or I will suggest that we go to Orset Hill, find a quiet place with a good view over the river and make love to your mouth and vagina on a moonlit summer evening. "Please say 'yes' that you will at least join us for dinner." "Yes." *** Alex decided to keep a record of this curious affair. The working title was "Two into One Will Go" and she has allowed me to use parts of it to present her view of her relationship with the Southey twins. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" James and Robert had booked a table at a popular pub some distance away. The food was good, the ambience jolly and the noise level sufficient to enable people to keep their conversations private. They asked me why I chose to take on cleaning – a perfectly respectable job but a bit below my talents. "When my boys got to be sixteen or seventeen they did not want to hang around with their parents. My husband and I started to feel superfluous and bored but neither of us had the vision to throw ourselves into some sort of worthwhile activity. You might have thought that we could have enjoyed sex together but neither of us knew much about it. We had made love and the result was two wonderful children but neither of us could think what to do next. I had heard of men pushing their cocks up women's arses or making the woman suck their cocks and drink the sperm but I had never thought of a man sucking my clitoris or torturing my breasts with clamps. I did not mention trying one of these 'perversions' to Derek and he would not have the dominance to make me try them. In retrospect, I think we were both submissives, which is OK as long as you have a dom. Actually Derek went off with a very strong woman and I suspect he is thoroughly enjoying his new life. Derek leaving me was the last straw. I had no self-respect, no friends, no ambition and no will to make any decisions. The Southeys' advert for a cleaner caught my eye. I thought it was a job I could do easily, it would get me out of the house and it would be someone else to talk to. It would give my week some kind of structure. It has worked out very well so far." "So far? Has my suggestion that we would love to fuck you silly been unacceptable?" "No, James. But I am certainly not going to say I would love to be 'fucked silly' until you actually invite me to take my knickers off for you and Robert. I should feel so really silly if you had already decided you would rather run me straight home." "We will have a secret sign. You pop off to the loo. Take off your knickers and if you want to be fucked silly give them to Robert. One of us will remove the rest of your clothes on the way to Orset Hill" When the meal was finished and people were starting to go home I went to the 'ladies' and took off my knickers. I gave them to Robert who embarrassed me by laying them out on the table before picking them up and smelling them. He passed them to James who did the same while Robert gave me a big wet kiss and whispered he was so glad. I was told to get in the car and Robert got into the back beside me. "Please take off your skirt before James starts. Then put your seat belt on." I handed him my skirt and reminded him I had already surrendered my knickers. He was delighted to find I was wearing stockings. He stroked my thigh, softly working up my leg until he was able to touch my labia and clitoris very gently just to remind me that I was available and would be used later. I took off my blouse and Robert volunteered to undo my bra. He had to put his arms round me to undo it and he used the opportunity to give me a lovely long French kiss. Note to self: Don't buy one of those front fastening bras. I had to lie face down across his lap for him to feel my bottom. Again he was very gentle and he obviously knew what he was doing. I think I have got a rather nice bottom by any standard and not just 'nice for a 50 year old'. Robert obviously agreed. First he stroked me then I opened my legs further. He did not seek to penetrate me he just stroked the entry to my anus. The best bit of the ride was his summary at the end. "James, we were so right. She has a beautiful, generous body. Her breasts are large but firm with good sized nipples. You could enjoy whipping them, kissing them or just a wonderful place to fall asleep. Then there is her bottom - beautiful to see and to caress. Her arsehole is tight and smooth, just our kind of arsehole." A little voice added, "and it is a virgin arsehole." As I type this it sounds gross to discuss a woman in this way and in front of her but James and Robert like to keep things simple. What they say is honest and I was delighted with Robert's summary of my attributes. As we drew into a clearing in the wood my first shock was that they had put my work shoes in the car. I put them on and expected them to hand me my clothes. "We have to walk half a mile through the wood to get there. You will see a number of women on their way out or coming back – mostly semi-nude or nude like you." We passed four parties with naked women on the way out in. I turned away and hoped no one would recognise me. When we came out of the wood it was like a Disney film. It was a warm summer evening with the moon turning the river to a thread of silver in the valley below. We chose a spot and the boys laid down a blanket for me to lie on. I had never had two lovers to please at the same time but they had done it before. They lay one each side of me feeling my breasts, kissing me on my mouth and between my thighs. They also undressed and directed my hands to feel their lovely hard penises. Robert brought his cock up to my mouth while James was exploring my vagina. When they were both comfortable inside my body they stopped moving. "Try to get the muscles of your vagina to close round my cock." I tried to concentrate on my vagina while Robert began to explore my mouth with his cock. "That feels good. I love being in your cunt. When I begin moving, take up the rhythm. We'll try to come together" I tried to move with him and Robert took up the rhythm in my mouth. They began slowly but it gradually speeded up. The cock was thrust harder and longer into my mouth and my head was pulled down on to his cock to meet his thrusts into my mouth and throat. I heard Robert rising to his orgasm, I could not have stopped myself even if I had wanted to and James was taking the final long strokes before he too climaxed. They did not pause too long. James' shrunken cock was presented to my mouth to be licked clean and revived. While I sucked him he paid attention to my breasts. At first it was stroking and kissing but I knew he would get firmer and more demanding. I was prepared to receive his pain. Robert was active between my legs; his tongue was licking the inside of my vagina and he was masturbating my clitoris. As I started to feel an orgasm coming on I began to pant and make little cries; James began to thrust at my throat and Robert was stimulating orgasm in my clitoris and vagina. I could not hold on and I collapsed into another orgasm. "We don't need to be lying on this wet blanket. Let's be in touch with nature. Come and join us on the grass." I did not respond at once to James' bright idea. He slapped me briskly on the bottom and pulled me on to the dew laden grass. We were immediately soaking wet but they kept rolling me about and they slapped my slapable bits like by bottom and breasts and kissing my kissable bits like my mouth, my nipples and my most private area. As they pointed out, they had never penetrated me when I was covered in purest dew before. They went about putting that right with enthusiasm. I lost count of the number of times they came in my mouth and who brought me to orgasm with their cocks and tongues in my vagina. I felt shattered and so did they – possibly more so. The sweet refreshing dew was now cold and wet. They got dressed while I remained naked but they had thought to bring a nice big towel and they took turns to give me a good rubbing down. I had hoped they would let me have at least a little bit of modesty but they packed the towel away and insisted I walk back through the woods naked. *** Based on Based on "Two into One Will Go" I woke up early next morning, it is possible I never slept – just thinking about my lovers and a wonderful night on dewy grass. I wanted to thank them for the best birthday celebration I had since I was a little girl. I got up at 6.00 and wrote two cards. I drove over to theirs and let myself in. I left on the dining room table a card each with the same message. "The roughest and toughest 'seeing to' I have ever had. Thank you so, so much." *** Robert had rung Alex to ask her if she could stay on until the late afternoon on Monday. She had no objection; she had nothing planned. When she arrived there was a definite change in their attitude to her. Robert kissed her on the mouth and stroked her bottom. James grasped her left breast and turned her round so that he was able to give both her breasts a firm kneading. Before he released her he ran his hand down her belly and stroked her mound of Venus. "We need to talk to you about the delightful change in our relationship since last Friday. Would you put together a light lunch for, say 1 pm?" *** They sat round the studio table chatting while they ate. It was only after Alex had poured the coffee that it became serious and James began. "We both had a great time on Friday evening. We both enjoyed talking to you but I must confess that we also enjoyed having access to your naked body under open skies. And thank you for the cards assuring us that you too enjoyed the whole evening. "We now need to discuss where we go from here. How do Robert and I share access to you? How do you feel about it? How would you like us to enjoy you? With possibilities ranging from kissing you on the lips to whipping you, how do we agree progress? Both Robert and I are perverts. If you dragged a girl in here and told us no one knew she was here so we could rape her and flog her as much as we liked, it would not excite us at all – we are only turned on by a woman who wants to be complicit in the pain and humiliation we inflict on her." Alex told them that she would like to avoid discussion with a table between them. She would prefer to sit close to them on the comfortable carpet in the garden room. And she wanted to be naked – not them – just her. "I want to be seen as vulnerable as I really am. There are two of you and one of me. You are both physically stronger than me. If you wanted to force me to have sex with you, you could easily rape me. I might be able to seduce you but I could not force you to have sex with me if you did not want it. "You want to discuss inflicting pain on me – for your pleasure. For men sex is fun and pleasure but for women, for me, sex, pleasure and pain go together. It starts with a girl's period pains, then she bleeds from her loss of virginity, then God punishes us with the pains of childbirth. We have built a culture of inflicting pain on women and the women have accepted it, even learned to enjoy it. I have never been whipped but now you are offering me the chance to be whipped and I cannot silence that little voice inside me that keeps suggesting that James and Robert (both of whom I want to please) would enjoy whipping me and, who knows, I might enjoy it myself. "To protect myself I want you to see me nude and vulnerable. I know it won't stop you hurting me but you may include in the beating package some affection for me, perhaps even some love, some caring for my body and some respect for me as a person. I will accept your orders, I will do what you want me to but please remember I am an independent person. I do not want to be called 'slave', 'slut', 'whore', 'tart', or 'cunt'. If you decide not to treat me with respect I will not want to receive you and your sperm into my body. In fact, I would not even want to be your cleaner!" She did not know how these two men would react to her statement. There was a moment of thoughtful silence then Robert came and took her in his arms and kissed her. James took her hands and held them to his mouth, kissing them gently. As she had suggested, they went into the garden room and sat by the window. Alex calmly removed her clothes and sat opposite them with her legs open to their view and the spring sunshine. "We would like to suggest that you allow us equal access. We both like the idea of starting the day with you. So you will come into the office where we are sitting at our desks and you will approach the man whose turn it is to have you first that day. You begin dressed in your travelling clothes which your first lover may want you to take off. He has you for half an hour and then he hands you over to his brother. If one of us is absent the lucky brother will have you for the whole hour. "After the first hour you may put off a greedy cock by saying that you do not have time at present. However from 3pm to 5pm we can both have you for our pleasure – and yours, of course." While listening to his suggestion Alex had placed a towel under her bottom. Her sex was indicating that she was not wholly opposed to their plan. Alex wanted to know what she was going to do in the middle of the day. "We are suggesting that you do two hours cleaning and then prepare lunch for the three of us. And then you manage the house – buy flowers, ring the plumber, do the shopping, pay the bills, some light gardening; in fact manage the house. We will pay you £600 a week. We will not specify holidays; we trust you to be reasonable. "So you pay me £600 a week for the use of my body and I throw in cleaning, shopping and housewifely jobs for nothing." "Yes. We had a problem with that. We did not think you would be able to afford two, if I may be a little immodest here, two high quality lovers willing to fuck you twice a day and who come with their own nipple clamps. Even with the £600 we are going to pay you, you could not afford us so in the end we decided you could enjoy us for nothing. "If you are willing to accept these terms I will ask Mummy to pay your salary into your bank account each month. I know you like to receive it weekly but Mummy has never met anyone who gets paid weekly. "Now if we can continue planning for the future. So far we have only discharged our sperm into your mouth and vagina. Robert and I suggest that from next Monday morning we add your arsehole to the orifices where we can have you." "I have been reading up about anal sex," said Alex. "Even when it has been washed out, the anus is full of germs. I don't want a dick covered in shit and germs stuck up my vagina or down my throat. If you choose to use my bottom I want to see you wash your cock in the bathroom. Only when I am sure it is really clean will I suck it for you." "The anus is not lubricated like the vagina. Before next Monday the Manager of the House will buy several bottles of lubricant for anal activity. And I don't want you to wiggle your cocks about to tear my flesh and hurt me; straight up and straight down with minimal damage. I don't want to shit myself every time I sneeze like the California buggery porn stars do." "We can agree with Alex there, can't we, Robert?" "So after two orifices we add her anus. Then the week after we control her pissing and insist on being invited to watch her piss. Later we can introduce her to being spanked. After that she should learn to love being put into restraining bondage and in the following week she should become familiar with pain inducing bondage. Then we help her buy a good range of whips and riding crops. "That is what I suggest for the next three months. We three need to plan where we go after that. I do not want to get into the scene where just for variety we bind her tighter, clamp her tits more cruelly and whip her harder for longer. We must use our imaginations, all three of us." There was a silence while they contemplated what followed the next three months. James reached out and stroked the inside of Alex's naked thigh. "This will look beautiful when it has been marked with a whip and riding crop". Robert felt her breast. She should have these well clamped and I want to hear her screams as her bottom is thrashed." Meanwhile James was kissing away the pain he imagined between her thighs and working up to the source of the real delectable juices seeping from her labia. After ten minutes she had to break away from Robert's kisses just to breath as James inserted his penis. Robert made her open her mouth and have his cock thrust in. The squeaks/squealing she made fighting for breath encouraged both of them to thrust harder and deeper. She knew James was about to orgasm and she had to breathe. She fought free of Robert's cock but kept it where she could kiss and lick it. James came in her vagina and she joined in his ecstasy before turning to receive Robert in her mouth. She tried to resist his violent thrusts aimed down her throat but she choked on the rush of his sperm and a stream of snot and sperm came out of her nose. She parted her legs in response to loving pressure from James. He snuggled down to give her clitoris stimulation from his tongue – he was very gentle and was not aiming to bring her quickly to another orgasm. Robert had his tongue in her mouth and was kissing and licking her. She lay back while her lovers made her feel relaxed, excited and very much desired, even loved. James began increasing the pressure on her clitoris, stimulating it with his hand on her pubic mound and with his tongue pushing into her clitoris. No one had ever made love to her like this. For these moments everything in her world was beautiful. Her body began to respond to him and as she moved her hips he kept his tongue pressing on the entry to her clitoris. She felt no need to come quickly or postpone that pleasure. She was relaxed into allowing her body to respond to him as it needed. When she went crashing into her orgasm she thought it would never stop while he kept licking her most private parts. Eventually she was so tired she allowed it to calm away. Two into One Fits Nicely She remained still while the men exchanged positions. Robert had recovered his erection and immediately filled her vagina with firm strokes. She could not resist taking up his rhythm going harder and faster until she and Robert enjoyed simultaneous grunting, squealing orgasms. James kept his cock in her mouth but he did not restrict her breathing while she responded to Robert. When all was quiet James began to fuck her mouth. He held her head and pulled her down onto his cock as he thrust upwards. She learned to breathe to his rhythm and was eventually rewarded with a mouthful of his sperm deliberately delivered into her mouth and not her throat so that she would be able to drink it slowly and learn the taste of her lover. They lay exhausted on the floor together with Alex in the middle. From time to time she would kiss them and return to her thoughts without speaking. Then she sat up. "I have to thank you both for giving me a most wonderful experience. I expected to be properly seen to but the last three hours have been unbelievable. I have never felt so loved, desired and wanted. Thank you both. "Several times I have said I would never allow anyone to piss into my mouth – I would hate the humiliation and I would probably be sick. But this afternoon you have been so loving I would love you to see my submission. I would love you to allow me to drink from you. Just this one afternoon and never again in the future." Robert got up. "It seems too good to miss." With which he walked out of the room. He came back with a tray of jugs and glasses. "James and I could spend the next hour arguing who would be the first person to piss in your mouth. So I thought that we could both piss into a pot and we could pour you a drink of equal quantities of his and mine. "Then I thought "Why should she have all the fun?" So I have brought three glasses and a measuring jug. We make a cocktail of hers, his and mine with a little gin and a slice of lemon added and we drink a toast to friends, companions and lovers." "Cheers!" "Cheers!" "Cheers!" *** When Alexandra arrived for work the following morning the first thing she noticed was that in the work room there was a desk and a computer with the label "House Manager". Then she looked round to see the two men watching her and a label on James's desk, "First Man of the Morning". She went to stand on the right hand side of James and he told her to take off her coat. He stroked her bottom and then with the other hand stroked her Mound of Venus. "We tossed a coin and, fortunately, I won you for the first half hour. I would be grateful if you would take off your jacket and your blouse. I want us to see your breasts before I ask you to remove your skirt. He indicated that she was kneel on a pouffe (for readers born after 1940 a pouffe is a French word for 'a large solid cushion used as a seat' or as in this case, a means of raising a rather fine pair of tits to a height convenient for attention.) "Presentation position, please." He saw a moment's panic in the woman's eyes. "Kneel up straight with your hands at the back of your neck. Stay like that until you are asked to move." She took up the position and looked to see if he was satisfied. She received a slight smile from his eyes. He checked to see where the clasp of her bra was and with one hand opened the clasp at her back. "Take it off. You need to get bras that open at the front." She was not proud of her breasts. They were large but she was fifty and they drooped when not supported. But James seemed to like them. "Beautiful soft skin. I love your big nipples." He kissed her breast with delight and sucked her nipples. "Climb up onto my desk and kneel facing me." Her breasts hung down in their full splendour. He caressed them, squeezed them and twisted her nipples hard enough to make her give womanly gasps. Experience told him that these little groans showed he was hurting her but she would not want him to stop. His half hour was drawing too quickly to a close. He could use his last minutes to check she was really enjoying his treatment. He walked round behind her kneeling on his desk, pulled down her knickers and felt up her sex and was delighted to find that she was soaking wet and perfectly ripe for his brother to enjoy. James helped her down from his desk and was about to pass her over to Robert when she flung her arms round him and thanked him for his care of her. "I was scared as I drove to work. I know you want me to be scared and I will always be scared of what you are going to do to me but now I know I can deal with the fear. Because I love you both and I love submitting myself to Robert and you. Thank you. "If you like to come over here, Alex, I am going to undress you. You remain be nude all day. First of all, raise your skirt so we can have a good look at you. James, if you would like to come closer so she can feel both us looking at her most private parts. "I did not know if I should put my knickers over my suspender belt so you could get them down easily or under it where it looks more elegant but more difficult to take down." "You made the right choice. I like you looking elegant. Undo your suspenders, take your knickers off and attach up your stockings again. While you do that I can feel inside your sex. "Now I want you to bend over and hold on to your ankles. Legs apart." As Alex bent over he flipped her skirt and petticoat over her back. "That is a neat little bottom. We will find it hard to resist thrusting our cocks up there. I am looking forward to next week, I will be first man next week and I can promise you very serious attention to your pretty little arsehole. "Old time is still a-flying. Alex, please kneel and take my cock in your mouth. James, would you like to take her sex?" It took them more than half an hour to finish with her. They began gently but firmly thrusting into her mouth and sex. Gradually they became more authoritative and Alex began to feel her orgasm building up inside her. Robert began to twist and squeeze her tits and she knew she was beyond delaying her orgasm. As she writhed and fought for breath she felt the men also rising to their climaxes. They all came together. "Congratulations. That was brilliant. I am sorry we went over the planned time but it was great, thanks Alexandra. Now kneel down and suck James's cock clean then a pot of coffee. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" I had agreed that today the boys would take the virginity of my anus. They had made it very clear that the first hour of Monday would be uncomfortable for me. Both of them would want to have me. They told me to have my shit and then wash out my back passage. For my own comfort I should get some lubrication up there to avoid damage from their enthusiastic thrusting. For this morning I put on an extra Jumper and a jacket to prolong my undressing – they enjoy my embarrassment as they tell me what to take off and I obey them. They like to turn me round, feel my breasts and stroke my bottom and make me lick their fingers clean after they have pleasured my private parts. I used to present my body for their pleasure using only my mouth or my vagina; but from today they will have a third orifice to discharge their sperm into. I was greeted with enthusiasm when I went into the office. It was Robert's turn to take control of me first. He asked me to remove my coat and hang it up and then I had to take off my jacket and put it on the table. I was told I was to be naked all day and so my jacket was the beginning of the pile of my clothes that would be locked in the box. They were too interested in exploring my bottom to spend a lot of time watching me undress. When only my knickers were left on James was invited over to take a closer look. I was told to give Robert my knickers then they set about displaying me. I was asked to bend over and touch my toes. With my legs apart they could feel and squeeze that delicate line from my clitoris to my anus. But time was running short for Robert. James came and sat in front of me so that he could fondle my breasts and excite my clitoris at the same time. Robert put some of my lubrication on the entry to my bottom; he lined me up and slid his cock into me. I was surprised how big it felt but it did not hurt – they had said I would feel uncomfortable and that was a good description. It got a little more rough as he worked to his orgasm. I was not anywhere near coming but I enjoyed sharing in his delight. It was James' turn with me. He made me lay on the floor on my back. Robert caught me by the ankles and pulled my legs over my head. This brought my bottom into a position that James could kneel close up against me and slide his cock right up me with no bother. He was not keen on short sharp strokes, James was a man for almost withdrawing and them a firm steady thrust. He began calmly but his action became more and more powerful until I could imagine myself climaxing. But his orgasm exploded inside me and if I had not been so filled with desire I am sure I would have felt pain. As it was I just loved it. I tried to hold him up inside my bottom but bottoms are not designed that way and his lovely soft cock was eased out of me. Robert suggested they should have a sandwich this afternoon "but first madam requires us to wash our cocks and let her suck them. They thought I would kneel on the stone floor of the bathroom but I preferred to sit on the closed loo seat and inspect them standing in front of me presenting their cocks and hoping I thought them clean enough for me to suck. *** Robert approached me later that afternoon and asked me if I was alright. I was not sure what he meant "Your anus. Is it OK? I should like to check you. He made me lean over my desk with my legs wide apart. I was not torn outside and he put two fingers up as far as they would go and when he withdrew them he showed me no blood or anything to worry about. "I should like you and James to come into my bed when you finish work and we will make a sandwich." I had no idea what he was talking about until he said I was going to be the filling. Later we went up to Robert's room. As I was already naked I was pushed onto the bed and they piled on after me and kissed my mouth, sucked my clitoris and manipulated my breasts until Robert called for order. I was directed to lie on my side. When James had taken off his clothes he was placed behind me and got to work as master of my breasts. Robert lay in front of me and on Robert's OK they both entered me. What a wonderful experience! Not only having two men using me, their cocks exciting my anus and vagina but the cocks could feel the movements of each other. I could have come so quickly but I wanted all three of us to come together. The men knew how enjoyable this situation was and they were in no rush to finish quickly. James was more intensely squeezing my breasts and Robert was giving me a French kiss. At last I felt the pace quicken. James continued his long strokes in and out but now they were being done faster and the response from Robert matched his strokes and timing. For the first time in my short experience of having an exciting sex life I had to do nothing. The rhythm was being set by two men who had me completely in their control. "Are you ready to come, Alexandra?" I had hardly said yes when they began the pre-orgasm final dash but still they kept in rhythm with each other. I jerked and jerked as I came. If it hurt I did not notice the pain. I just gave myself up to the wonderful orgasm my two lovers gave me. Robert lay back panting. I kissed him on the mouth and he directed my head to go down and suck the combination of his sperm and my juices off his cock. He laughed when James realised he had to wash his own cock in the bathroom before I would agree to receive him in my mouth or vagina. I was tempted to just suck him clean and swallow his sperm and the debris from my anus. But I resisted and he went off to wash. He was clean when he came back and I gave him a very loving mouth job. When they were recovered they changed places and entered me again. In many ways it was better than the first time, we all knew what we were doing, how the others would respond and as it was their second or third orgasm they took longer to come and I was able to have two orgasms. Longer and more proficient, come twice, is all very fine but it is the memory of your first time that will stay with you. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" On Friday morning the boys repeated that on the following Monday I would have to submit to their taking control of my urinating. They did not want to control my excrement – as far as they were concerned I was a thing of such precious beauty, like an angel, I could not possibly need to pass excrement. I imagined that what they intended to do to me was little more than requiring me to invite them to watch when I went to the loo and maybe let them feel my clitoris while I was passing water. I discovered on Monday morning that their ideas went far beyond embarrassing me. James was the first man on Monday morning. He told me to take off my coat and sit opposite Robert and himself with my legs apart very similar to my appeal to them to treat me with affection except I was to keep my knickers on for the moment. "Just to clear the vocabulary, men piss or take a pee. Women piddle or have a piddle. The resulting liquid is piss, pee or piddle as appropriate." Robert began with my piddling experience. "Since you had your first period, have you had a man watch you piddle?" "No." "Not even your husband." "No." "Why not?" "These things were not part of our sexual communication. For us sex was cock in vagina, pleasurable movements, he ejaculated and usually masturbated me to a climax. Sleepy-byes." "Have you ever been told you must not piddle until a certain time?" "No." The new rules you are going to live under are pretty straightforward. You must always ask one of us for permission to piddle and if we allow it you must invite us to watch it. You may find we like to access your private parts while you piddle. You must not empty your bladder before you come to work. We may require you to piddle into a container or into the toilet bowl or we may require you to remove your lower garments and piddle standing up in the shower. In the summer when we are in the garden we will tell you to stand or squat. Most times when you ask if you may piddle we will give you permission and we will not watch you. At first you will feel humiliated having to ask our permission and then having us watch you. We want you to feel embarrassed for as long as possible so we will not give you the opportunity to get used to being observed. Only occasionally will you be made to feel your submission, but feel it you will. They were right. It was humiliating to have to ask permission and even more to invite them to watch me. It was even more humiliating when they did not want to watch me. I not only felt humiliated I also felt guilty at letting down the Women's Rights movements. These boys wanted to make me accept that they could humiliate a woman and cause her discomfort rising to pain when they chose to make her wait two or three hours or longer before relieving herself. But I accepted their rules. On Monday morning I resisted going to the toilet at home and I arrived at the office wishing I had broken to first rule of my urine submission. James was in charge of me first. I went and stood beside him. "Presentation position, please. I stood with my hands on the back of my neck while he put his hand up my skirt and carefully stroked the naked three inches between my stockings and my knickers. "Have you had a piddle this morning?" "No. You told me not to." How do you feel?" "Not very comfortable." "Good. Now I would like you to drink this glass of water." He pulled my knickers down far enough to give him access to my sex. He started stroking my labia which I enjoyed. He then changed his attention to my clitoris. Robert came and sat behind me, inserting two fingers into my vagina and his thumb into my bottom. Together they set about bringing me to an orgasm; my bladder was bursting and I began to sweat trying to prevent the flow of my urine. They continued expertly fondling me until I could not resist having a painful orgasm where I was totally incapable of working out which muscles were involved in my orgasm and which were holding back my urine. Fortunately my body worked it out and I managed not to piddle all over the floor. They allowed me to go to the toilet. Robert still had his thumb and fingers inside me and he made me stand at the lavatory like a man. James directed my clitoris and I had the most beautiful piddle of my lifetime. To my relief they decided that I could have a piddle before I came to work. They wanted to choose how much they would make me drink and how long I would have to hold it for their pleasure. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" On Friday James told me that they intended to beat me on Wednesday afternoon. They would introduce me to the riding crop and a whip at Monday and Tuesday first hour sessions. He wished me a nice weekend. This information filled my mind and it was not until I got home that I began to regret not asking him for more details – like how many lashes were they planning to give me; what part or parts of my body were they planning to beat; would they do it indoors or in the garden; would I be tied up? I spent the weekend imagining what it would be like and wondering if I wanted to go through with it. By Monday morning I had decided to allow them to whip me and making that decision left me remarkably calm. On arrival at the office they welcomed me with kisses and James asked me to remove my clothes. They sat watching me until I was naked then they started kissing my breasts, my bottom, inside my thighs, my back and finally they lifted me up onto the table and kissed, licked and sucked my private parts. "Why are you kissing me?" Their reply was that this was their last chance to kiss my flesh unmarked. "On Wednesday we are going to beat you with a whip and a riding crop. Today you are going to feel the whip or the crop. We are going to beat four areas, your breasts and thighs at the front and your bottom and your thighs at the back. To finish off we will beat the inside of your thighs and the last stroke will be on your sex itself. Today we are going to lash you once in each of your four prime areas using one of the two chosen implements. The implement we use today will be chosen by you. The other implement will be used tomorrow." I chose the riding crop. "We will begin with your bottom and the back of your thighs. You will not see the crop coming although you may hear it. When we come round to your front we will be beating your breasts and the front of your thighs. You will see the crop coming and we will be looking onto your eyes." I stood and waited. I do not know what they were doing behind me but it took a long time. Then the lash fell - searing pain across my bottom. There was a short wait and then a searing pain from my thighs. They walked round in front of me. They smiled at me and I tried to smile back. James' lash to my breasts was harsh and accurate. It caught me about an inch above my nipples. I had promised myself I would not scream but I could not help making a sucking noise as I caught my breath. The crop changed hands and Robert looked me in the eyes as he raised his arm and brought the crop down on my thighs. The sound of my sharply in-drawn breath seemed enough to satisfy him. It was James who put my hands down by my sides. "I would normally say how much we would like to fuck you. But what we actually mean that we would both like to make love to you. The two phrases mean the same thing but they are totally different." They took me upstairs and they did make love to me. And it is different. Two into One Fits Nicely *** On Wednesday morning they made me undress and show them the welts on my breasts, bottom and thighs. They were very satisfactory. I asked for permission to relieve myself and they both came to watch me piddle. As I sat there Robert took the opportunity to hold my clitoris and I could not stop the flow that ran all over his hand. He continued to masturbate me until he had brought me to an orgasm. When I was more relaxed James told me that at 3 o'clock they would be tie me up in the garden and I would receive twenty lashes before being untied and made to lie on the lawn with my legs wide open to receive two lashes on the inside of each thigh plus one final lash on my sex. I would then be taken up stairs and put in a bed with my hands tied to the headboard. They would then make love to me as slowly and as often as they could. I had already decided I would not object to their plans or plead for a reduction in the number of lashes they wanted to inflict on me. I would not scream and I would try not to cry. But I did want them to allow me to go and sit in the garden on my own so that I could prepare myself for their pleasure and my pain. James kissed me which I took for a yes. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" At 2.30 I went and sat quietly in the garden. I had all my clothes on and I felt quite calm. I knew I was going to allow two young men to tie me up and whip me. They were not the kind of men I could admire but, foolish woman that I am, I love them both. And I think that they love me. I am not really their submissive. They always ask me if I will agree to their plans for their enjoyment of my body. And they usually send me home feeling sexually satisfied and appreciated. But they do like to humiliate me. I spend hours wholly or partially naked and they hardly notice me. I bend over when they want to feel up my bottom; I kneel when they want me to suck their cocks; they tie me up when they want to whip me. They enjoy their dominance over me and the ways they treat me; but so do I. They came for me and lead me to the whipping bar. It was a horizontal piece of wood fixed between two trees at the height of my shoulders. They undressed me and tied my opened arms to the bar with bindings round my wrists and my upper arm. They stood looking at my nakedness and I looked back at them. James came over and asked me if I was willing for them to go ahead. This was my last chance to withdraw. They were pleased and impressed when I said I was willing to be beaten. "Now, Alexandra, you do understand that you will be receiving twenty lashes tied up like this and then you will be laid down and you will receive a further two lashes on the inside of each thigh and a further single lash on your most private part." I managed to nod a 'yes' in his direction. They did not blindfold me but as they chose to begin with my back so I could not see them anyway. I heard movement close behind me and then an intense pain across the back of my thighs. I did not cry out but there was a swift intake of breath. There was a pause. Next lash on my bottom or my thighs? Thighs again. Intense intake of breath. Pause. Lash. Tears begin to form in my eyes. For the fifth lash swift intake of breath and a quiet sob. There was a pause while I waited for the lash onto my bottom. God! When it came ... agony. Then pause and then I gasped again at the shock of the pain. The tears ran down my face and the men could hear my sobs. They left pauses long enough let me appreciate the full pain of each of the five lashes to my bottom. Then they came round to my front. This is what they most enjoyed, looking deep into my eyes to see my shock and fear as they prepared to hit me and involuntary yelps and tears as the crop strikes home. Robert kissed me on the mouth and then stood back. He looked into my eyes, he smiled at me lovingly then he slashed the riding crop across my breasts. He waited until I returned his loving looks then he slashed me again closer to my nipples. I gasped and cried. He took his stance again and when he saw I was in contact with him he slashed me right across my nipples. I almost screamed but managed to await the fourth and fifth lashes which came only when I met his eyes. I was still in control. I did not scream or try to escape, I sobbed but I stood ready for the next five lashes. James took his place with his whip to beat my thighs. I looked at the two of them and I loved them both. I should have hated them for their cruelty, for humiliating me and for enjoying hearing me cry while they were lashing me. But I loved them both. James was the more cruel. His blows included no kindness. He hit me to cause me pain and was pleased with his results. Five fiery new marks on my thighs. I could think of the pain and nothing else. When he had finished this part of his enjoyment of me he kissed me and whispered "The hardest bit will come shortly, most dearly loved." They undid me and led me to a blanket spread on the lawn. They helped me get down on the blanket and tied my ankles together. They pulled them up so that my knees parted exposing the inside of my thighs and my most private place. They told me, as I already knew, they would each strike me twice and one would have the pleasure of my climax strike. I was already in acute pain and four further lashes on my inner thighs was terrifying. I heard myself say "Perhaps you both should hit me on my sex." They were delighted! They kissed me and gently stroked the very areas of my body that they were about lash. Robert was the first to flog my inner thighs, one on the right thigh and the other on my left. Then after contemplating my thighs for some time James lashed both my thighs. As second to whip my thighs, he would be first to whip my labia. The area round a woman's sex has thousands more nerves than any other area of her body. James knew I had no idea of the pain he was about to inflict on me. He took his time and I had to watch him as he prepared to hit me. I watched the crop descending to my sex and then the world exploded. I screamed in agony. Robert took up his position astride my prostrate body and he gave me a very moderate strike. I should not have been so grateful but I was. They untied me and took me into the house and up to my bedroom. I lay trembling on the bed and watched them undress. Robert slipped his fingers into my sex to check that I was lubricated well enough to allow sex. I passed the test and he slid his cock into me. He made love to me, gentle and kind. He knew I would not come to my orgasm so soon. He presented me with his cock covered in sperm and my juices and I sucked him clean. James followed him and was again most loving. Moving on the bed with a man on top of me was painful but James made me feel that I would soon be able to have an orgasm. They kissed, stroked and fondled my breasts and my poor beaten sex for a long time before Robert again entered my vagina. He moved gently and purposefully while I lay back passive he brought himself to an orgasm. He brought his cock up to my mouth and this time I was not just going to clean his cock. I wanted him to come in my mouth. He did not become hard but my tongue did enough to make him come again. Then he mounted me. His steady smooth penetrations made my sex come alive. He was enjoying making love to me and he was making me respond to him. Gradually his strokes gathered momentum and I became alive with his pleasure. He carried me with him, driving faster and faster until he could feel me on the point of orgasm. Then he slowed down again and we were in repose gaining our breath. My strongest feeling was no longer whips lashing my body; that was overlaid by knowing my torturer was inside me with my sexual juices, his sperm and mutual affection. He bought me to my orgasm and allowed me to enjoy it before he brought himself to a climax. My body hurt but now I had started having orgasms they each made sure I climaxed before they withdrew from my sex to my mouth. I could not count the number of times I received their sperm but even they could not go on for ever. (Actually probably not more than four or five times each). They prepared a simple meal and invited me to stay undisturbed for the night but I wanted to go home. They insisted on driving me and promised to pick me up next morning. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" That summer was perhaps the most enjoyable period in my life. I was providing sexual pleasure to two loveable young men and once I had learned to accept the submissive role and see my pain as a pleasure, my life was wonderful. I am not sure if I enjoyed the pain they inflicted on me or was I enjoying giving them the pleasure they got from beating me, humiliating me in so many ways ranging from making me ask for permission to piddle to showing each other how my sex became so very lubricated when they just showed me the clamps they were about to apply to my breasts, my labia or even the tender skin under my arms? I had my little revenge. There is a tennis court in the garden and they were keen tennis players – they played for the local club team most weekends during the summer. I asked them if I could join in with them after work. They were quite happy – they thought they could let me join in while they warmed up and then I could be the ball girl. I wore a pair of blue pants down to below my knees, a tee shirt and some old trainers. They did not notice my tennis racket until we started to play – it was not the quality you would pick up at your local sports shop. James was on my side when we started to knock up but to his credit he quickly went to help Robert on the other side of the net. We played for about three quarters of an hour and I think they were relieved when I said I was worn out. We were sitting on the bench swilling from a bottle of water when James said, "This evening could raise problems. We would love to have you as a mixed doubles partner, both of us. But the tennis club might think that a bit odd. But put that aside. Why don't you come and play at the tennis club? A woman of your ability and social charm would be most welcome." I stood up in front of James and asked him to undo the top button on my trousers and unzip me. I wiggled my bottom and my pants slithered down my legs to the ground. I let them look at me for a moment and then I turned round. "If I turned up in a little tennis skirt the whip marks on my thighs may cause some concern." They looked a bit sheepish but we began practicing several evenings a week. They improved and I enjoyed it. I was particularly pleased that they agreed that after tennis practice they would both join me in bed and each would leave at least two deposits of their sperm in my body – my mouth and my sex but not in my bottom. It was wonderful; sex to begin the day at 9am and sex at the end of the day. And most days a spanking or the application of breast clamps or holding my urine for three hours and them watching me when they said I could produce a feminine piddle or once a month the beating that prevented me joining the tennis club. It is a good job I was only coming up fifty when I met the twins. *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" They told me on Monday morning they were going to give me my monthly beating on Thursday afternoon. This gave me three nights to contemplate. I knew I could live with the pain and I had found that thinking about what they were going to do to me made my sex run and leave a stain on my bed sheets. I could imagine it so intently that I could mix memories of how they actually treated me with my own thoughts about how they might have whipped me. On Thursday morning they had me undress and make myself available for their morning enjoyment of me. James made me show him my bottom then I had to bend over his desk for him to lubricate my anus and sodomise me. He took all of his allotted half hour making me squeal from the pain he gave me squeezing, pulling and pinching my breasts while his cock gave me long firm strokes up my bottom. When he passed me onto Robert they made me put my knickers on again to stop the flow of James's sperm from his two orgasms in my bottom. Robert had me kneeling on the floor with his cock in my mouth. He liked to begin with him standing up and holding my head so that as he grew nearer his climax he could thrust his penis into my throat and add to my discomfort by forcing my head down on his erection. His sperm went everywhere, some down my throat, some came down my nose and some escaped from the corner of my mouth. He did not give me any time to clean myself before he sat down and pulled my face into his lap for his second orgasm. For this he sat still and it was up to me to begin each stroke at the end of his cock and steadily force my mouth down until my nose was in his public hair. Each stroke was slightly quicker than the last and it seemed to go deeper into my throat making me choke. When at last he shot his sperm into me again most of it went down my throat but I was able to keep some in my mouth to savour later. They both thanked me for the pleasure I had given them. They politely asked if I would like them to make love to me. Naturally, it would have been impolite to refuse, and they each gave me a shot of their sperm in my vagina. We then, rather late, got on with more mundane work. I made them some lunch but I was not feeling like it myself. I asked for permission to go into the garden and contemplate the beating they were planning to give me at three pm. It was a beautiful warm summer afternoon with a gentle breeze. I was fully dressed and I sat at my favourite place, a raised bed with a small wall to rest on. I had no fear that I would not be able to endure their beating but I needed to get myself into the frame of mind where I would be able to undergo the pain and humiliation with dignity and feminine resignation. "Hello. You must be Alexandra Palmer." "That's right. Who are you?" "I am your employer." "Good afternoon, Mrs Ashington. I do not want to be rude but do you mind if I continue my contemplation." "No. Not at all. I used to do that a lot when my first husband was alive....... " "Mrs Ashington, I would be most grateful if you would go away and leave me to think." "Are the boys going to whip you?" "Yes. Now please go." "You have still got your clothes on. My husband used to undress me before he let the boys in to beat me." "I should be delighted to hear about your earlier life but just now I would appreciate it if you would just leave me alone." At last she got the message and wandered off. How could I contemplate while I was wondering how the boys treated her and why her husband got them to beat her? I was relieved when they arrived with their ropes and whips. They told me to stand up and get undressed then they walked me over to the trees and I stood with my arms outstretched while they attached my wrists and upper arms to the cross bar. James came up to me and asked if I was still willing to accept twenty lashes while I was attached to the bar with an additional six while I was lying on the ground with my legs open to receive four lashes on my inner thighs and a final agony from two lashes on my private parts, or "cunt" as he phrased it. Robert came and kissed me on the mouth and thrust two or three fingers up my sex. "She is deliciously ready." He stuffed his fingers into my mouth to be licked clean. They always began the ritual by beating my bottom and the back of my thighs where I cannot see them. There was a longer than usual pause then to my surprise a scarf or something was rapped round my head so that I could not see. I was about to object when the first lash scalded my bottom. The boys made sure there were long and short pauses between the lashes. The pain I anticipated between lashes seemed as painful as the lash itself. I began to cry after the second lash on the back of my thighs. I could swear they were hitting me harder than they had ever done before. I actually screamed when I got the final lash on my bottom. They came round the front of me and began with my thighs. They did not realise how being blindfold isolated me. When I could see them coming forward to hit me they looked into my eyes and I looked into theirs even while they raised their arm and brought down the whip onto my flesh. Looking and accepting that a man was going to enjoy seeing me react to a lash on my legs or my breasts was an ultimate act of submission. I could see that my lovers did not have any pity for me – it seemed that all they could think of while beating me was their power and dominance and my willingness to accept their power over me and my willingness to accept the pain that gave them so much pleasure. Being blindfolded made me lonely. When they could see my face they knew who they were beating but blindfold I could have been just any female who would scream and cry. I had to cry out "I am Alexandra Palmer, I am Alexandra Palmer. Say my name before you hit me. Please. Please. Say my name". To their credit every lash they spoke to me "Mrs Palmer, I am James. May I call you Alex?" "Hello again, Alexandra Palmer. I'm Robert. I just want to remind you that both James and I love you." " We love fucking you up your arse, in your vagina and in your mouth." " Of course we love doing things with and to you but much more important – we just love you." That last speechette made me burst into tears of love and joy. They finished with my thighs and they set about thrashing my breasts. I swear they had never hit me so hard but I did not care. I was just so full of joy I did not care about the agony they were inflicting on me. After they had untied me and spread me out to receive the whips on the inside of my thighs and on my sex I pleaded with them to make love to me immediately. I had never been so sexually charged – I think they both fired four or five orgasms into me and I loved it and they loved it – and they loved me. And I loved them. *** When my lovers could no longer achieve the necessary firmness to enter into my bottom or even my sex I gave them a final orgasm in my mouth before we just lay in the grass and rested. I was still stretched out naked between them when their mother came to see what was happening. "Come along, boys. Alex still has work to do. She does not want to hang around here!" "I am perfectly comfortable, thank you, Mrs Ashington. Now we are all together perhaps you could explain what you meant earlier this afternoon when you said. "My first husband used to undress me before he let the boys in to beat me." "Come on, mother, I have always wanted to know why we had such a weird youth. Here on a lovely afternoon in the garden is the moment for you to tell us about our background. By the way, we have learned from Mrs Palmer that a woman who finds herself in a difficult social position would be treated with more understanding from men if she removed all her clothes. I recommend that you undress and I am sure James and I would love to see your private parts. It has been rather a long time." Mrs Ashington undressed and sat down on the blanket. James asked her to sit with her legs apart "so that we can see your cunt." She looked daggers at Alex but Alex responded by opening her own legs. She caught the hint of a smile of thanks from Mrs Ashington. "As you know, I was not married to your father although he did provide me with generous support until you left university. He continued supporting us although I married Charles Ashington when you were in your teens. At first the marriage went well but Charles began to see that I loved you two more than I loved him. He found it hard to believe that a mother could love her children in one way and her husband another way. "He wanted you to despise me and me to hate you. He thought he had found a good way to split us up. Alex, have the boys referred to the dining room as the Room of Screams? When you boys were due to come home at university vacations or family birthdays he would tell you that I had had a most degrading sexual experience with an unnamed person. He felt it was degrading to him and particularly degrading "to you boys". He set both of you to whipping me. He would undress me and tie me up then he would tell the boys that they should whip me as much as I deserved. But he would not say how much I deserved and if they did not hurt me enough he would come in after they had finished and give me twice the amount of torture the boys had not given me. Two into One Fits Nicely This was supposed to make me hate them and them to despise and hate me. Alex could not resist asking. "Why did you put up with such behaviour. The boys could have given him a good kicking and you could have divorced him and got a good settlement." "Don't imagine that I never had thoughts along those lines but there is more to all this. And this is going to shock you. Charles discovered that I was not the mother of James and Robert. I was the girlfriend of our local doctor and he had a daughter. She became pregnant while she was studying to be a medical doctor. Twins would have been a hindrance to her while she was studying and she wanted to have them adopted. My doctor lover persuaded me to pretend you were my children and he handled the paperwork and the registration of your birth. It was him who supplied us with the money to live comfortably. One day the doctor's daughter came to see her children. She had inherited her father's paperwork and it was not difficult for her to work out who was being paid a generous sum each month. She knocked on the door, Charles opened it and half an hour later she had told him everything. Charles was already beginning to be jealous of my love for my boys and he was furious with me for not admitting that I was being paid to look after what he called "the little bastards." I was actually putting the money in a secret bank account. He made me agree not to tell the boys the truth. "He thought he was very clever to get the boys to beat me and he soon discovered that I would accept that he could beat me himself. You boys will never understand why I surrendered myself to him for pain and humiliation. But if what I saw this afternoon was anything to go by, Alex will understand. Anyway Charles is ill and in the old French slang, pph –passera pas l'hiver. He won't outlast the winter". The good news is 'Mummy is coming home' *** Based on "Two into One Will Go" I told the boys that now their mother was home and wanting to look after them I would fade into the background. The year I spent with them would always remain with me as a happy memory. I would always love them. My father provided the capital for me, my daughter and my son to set up our medical practice. My children have both provided me with grandchildren and I now live a happy life in the midst of my family. I see Robert and James from time to time when they come back to visit their widowed mother. They too have wives and children around them and I like to send them Christmas presents.