Olivia Ch. 10

I slept for most of the next two days. Mom would periodically supply me with coffee or tea and well-buttered toast and, except for her interruptions, I don't remember much of that time. I certainly was not dreaming. Then, on the fourth day, I returned to a more-or-less normal state although my hips and my legs and my back still ached from all of the punishment I had taken. In addition, my lower belly felt as though I had been repeatedly pummeled by overly long cocks! Although I hadn't been busy thinking about my state, I seemed to wake up with several questions. The two of us were once more sitting in what was left of the living room when I broached the subject to mom.

"Mom, are you certain that we are sex-addicts?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I've been thinking and a thought came to mind about something that Kayla said. Or, rather, it wasn't so much what she said as it was her attitude. She seemed to be deathly afraid of becoming an addict. At the time, I couldn't decipher what was making her so frightened, but now I think I might just know."

"What is it that you think you have learned?"

"Mom, there is no doubt in my mind that, if the supply of available men hadn't been limited, I might very well still be laying there fucking my head off. I think that feeling was what frightened Kayla so much. Are we like drug addicts who will probably end up dead from an overdose? I've read several books about women who fell captive to invading armies being repeatedly raped by the soldiers until they died. Until the other night, I wasn't at all certain that this could even happen. Surely not to me! But, the effects of that night have hung on long after I would have thought that I should have recovered and, the scary thing is, I wanted still more!"

Mom hesitated for several minutes before attempting to answer me.

"Yes, honey, as I told you that other night, I am certain that we are sex addicts. It was inbred into us from the time of our births and, you are correct, it is quite possible for us to fuck ourselves to death -- especially when we are aided by something as potent as that Haoma stick and there are enough cocks around to fulfill our destiny.

When your granny and I first joined this club, one of the older women took us aside and confided in us that they knew that we were whores. We had never mentioned anything about our professional lives so that kind of statement floored me and I'm certain that it threw your granny for a loop, too. We both wondered if our occupation was all that obvious to any and all of the people we might meet. Then the old woman went on to explain what she was trying to say. She told us that they had recognized a trait in our characters that required us to be extraordinarily active in sexual matters - they even had a special name for us, but I can't repeat it now. She went on to tell us that, whenever the club held their, 'special' ceremonies, they would always see to it that the number of male members allowed to use us would be limited. One of their procedures was to always put the older female in the swing and the younger on the dolly. In that way, the strength of the elder would not be taxed as greatly as that of the younger. You must have seen that I was being treated in the rear while you were being used in your cunt and you must know that even females such as we are not as likely to come from a rear penetration as you young will come from a cuntal penetration. I know from my own experiences in your position, that you were not the least bit aware of what was going on around you. Once the men were through with you and me, they had the privilege of going further with the other women of the club." At this point, mom chuckled as she recalled the sight she had witnessed. "Believe me honey, the sight of twenty or thirty frantically fucking couples and threesomes is really energizing to one's libido!

But, I don't think you have any cause to be frightened. The other night was a very special occasion and, in addition, you had the first taste of the effects of that Haoma plant. Don't forget. When you left us and went out into the world, from what you wrote, you weren't knee-deep in sex during those ten-or-so years and you were making it okay. Weren't you?" I nodded. "As for your Kayla friend, I think that, at one time or another, she was very close to overstepping the boundary of her bodily capacity. AND SHE RECOGNIZED THE DANGER! Perhaps you are more fortunate than she in that you have seen the danger and realized it for what it is."

"But what about this Haoma stuff? You said that the members of the club were going to send us a supply on a regular basis."

"Honey, Haoma is just like any other possibly addicting substance. So long as you control it and not let it control you, you'll be okay. Don't ever forget that your granny and I have been using it for all of the years that we were here alone. Look daughter, I don't doubt but what you are beginning to regain your sexual desire. This, too, will always be with you and it will flare up every time you see or hear some kind of sexual allusion. That, if you will, is our curse. We are constantly on the lookout for new and exciting sexual adventures."

"But why is my belly so tender?"

At this point, mom's laughter roared. Then, with a drooling baby-talk comment, she put me in my place.

"Oh, my poor baby. Some of those awful men had cocks that were longer than your baby cunt channel so they were repeatedly smacking up against your cervix. That's what is aching in your belly now. Did you know that some women have the entrance to their cervixes opened wide so that they are able to, 'swallow' those long cocks? Says it gives them a really great come! Maybe you should give that a try!"

At that time, I didn't think that was such a great idea.

"Now that we are on the subject of sex -- and we are always on the subject of sex -- why don't you tell me the details of what you have been doing out there in the far west?"

So, I began telling her about our group of, 'Horny Harlots' and how we graduated into becoming the resident, 'hostesses' for La Minette. I told her how -- through La Minette -- the four of us had become our company's whore staff. Here she interrupted me.

"Are you saying that you fuck these men during the work day?"

"Oh sure. All of these men are scared of being blackmailed especially if one of us should ever become pregnant so they demand that their secretaries be present as we fuck them!"

"What do the secretaries think of this?"

"Most of them tell us that they find it extremely exciting. Some of them also tell us that it leads to more sexual relations between them and their bosses."

"And you work for this, 'La Minette' and the Organization as well?"

"We didn't know about the Organization at first and it wasn't until two of the Harlots decided that they had had enough and quit that we really became aware of it!"

"What happened?"

"We don't really know. Ostensibly, they drew out whatever money they had coming and left, but we suspect that -- as one of our friends puts it -- they are whoring in some far off, rundown house. If their fate was meant as a lesson for the others of us, its' impact was not lost upon us. You just don't cross the Organization! However, I must say that the people in the Organization that I have met have all been likable and generous to me."

"It would appear to me that the best course of action is to stay on the good side of these people whoever they night be." I nodded in agreement.

"Now that I have given you a bird's eye view of my life, how about filling me in on the life you and granny have been leading while I wasn't here to watch over you?" That brought a chuckle from both of us.

"Well, our life continued much as it was before you went west. The number of Johns began to drop off a little, but it was not to the extent that we were in danger of starving. As I have already told you, most of the older whores moved out during the war and this bunch of immigrants moved in. As you now know, for a couple of near nymphos, that hasn't been all bad. Oh, I had one rather extraordinary experience. Tell me, have you ever driven a car with just your cunt?"

"For heaven's sake how did you come to do that?"

"Well, I...." and here mom halted. "Tell you what. I'll just make a phone call or two and set you up for the ride of your life tonight. How's that?"

The prospect of a new and, I hoped, exciting adventure fired up my libido so I vigorously signaled my assent. Mom made her calls and set everything up for me, but she wouldn't give me any more by way of information of what I was facing. The only thing different was her caution to eat sparingly at dinner time.

"It wouldn't do to have a full belly!" was all that she said.

Then, at almost five in the evening, she announced that my ride had arrived. I wasn't expecting a ride, but I knew better than to ask her about this and just possibly spoil the surprise she had fashioned for me. I was dressed in my usual costume: extremely short skirt and deeply cut blouse when I left the apartment and went down to the street. There, at the curb sat a taxi and the sign on its' door read:

JON'S SHO-MOBILE

The taxi didn't look like the usual run-of-the-mill taxi. Instead, it was garishly painted in a variety of colors. The only indication that it was, indeed, a taxi was the sign on the roof over the windshield. I started to open the rear door only to find that it was locked.

"Hey! You ride up in front!"

So, then I opened the passenger-side door and started to crawl into this strange contraption, but before I could get into the seat, the driver advised me: "It will probably be easier if you take off your skirt before getting in."

If I had harbored any thoughts that this was not going to be a sex-ride, they were dispelled at that moment. So, using the door as a shield, I slid my skirt down my legs and off. I soon found out that I wasn't through even yet. The next direction left me with only my sandals for this insistent driver told me to also take off my blouse. So, there I stood. I hadn't even gotten away from my apartment building and I was stark naked and standing on the sidewalk!

"Well, come on! Get in!" As I started to slide into the passenger's seat, he issued yet another directive. "Whoa! You don't sit there. You sit over here on this thing!" I could only gasp in astonishment for he was indicating a vertical post between the two seats! "This is the gear shift and this is where my star performer rides. Now, get on it and let's get going!"

Frankly, I wasn't at all certain that I could do as he was telling me for this gear shift was a pole about as thick as a grown man's cock. But, what really caused me to hesitate was the top most ornament. It was a round metal ball about the size of a medium sized apple! I started to object when he cut me off.

"Oh, come on. All of you newbies always stop and stare at that thing and then, somehow, you get it up inside of you. And, girly, you ain't any different. Did you bring your jelly? No? Oh, my God! Don't you cunts ever think ahead? There's a tube of jelly in the glove compartment. Better use it now before we get started 'cause you won't have any chance to grease yourself after we pull away from here. And don't forget -- you are the show for this night in this here Sho-Mobile so don't disappoint my customers! Now mount up and let's get going!"

I found the tube of sex jelly and applied it liberally both around and in my cunt and ass. After all, I wasn't at all certain which portal I would be using before this awful night was over.

"Put your knees on these pads! You ride facing backwards and be sure that you get that gear shift ALL the way up in your cunt or you are likely to fall on your face. Your best bet is to sit on the top of the shift console."

I crawled up and over that menacing pole with its' terrifying knob. As the driver had said, there were two pads, one on each side of the shift console for my knees. The pole was tall enough that I felt that awful knob touch my cunt lips as I tried to position myself for this ordeal. Whether it was intended or just by accident, but the driver assisted me in making up my mind by sharply putting the car into gear and pulling away from the curb. At first, I was thrust away from the dashboard, but, as he shifted into his cruising gear, I was thrown back upon that pole. I felt the knob hit my cunt lips and force its way slightly inside of them. I was definitely in no rush to jam myself back down upon that instrument so I tried to hold myself aloof from it, but the driver would have none of this. He put a hand on my shoulder and began exerting pressure upon my body to move me back onto that pole!

"You don't need to push me! I'll do it myself!"

"Okay, girly, but get it done!"

In the manner of old man Chenowith, I ever so slowly eased myself further and further down upon that pole. Getting that knob inside of me was the real challenge and I thought that I would never be able to accomplish that. I hadn't counted upon my innate sex drive and the excitement of trying to push something that big into my cunt! I could feel my cunt slowly opening as I pushed it steadily down upon the knob. Then, suddenly, it was in me and the entire pole was sliding into the deepest part of my cunt! This monster outdid even the largest of male cocks that I had ever experienced! I was completely filled! However, that insidious pole was not through with me. As my cunt slowly accommodated to its presence, I sensed the vibrations of the car wheels and the engine as we drove along the city streets and I was aroused! I don't know how far we drove before my first orgasm flooded my belly and guts and, for an instant, I was frightened. I was in the situation that I had spoken to mom about. This was identical to that night of granny's service only now it was with an unlimited supply of cocks! I decided that it was best that I have it out with the driver at this very moment.

"If I tell you to stop so I can get off this dastardly thing -- you will stop, won't you?"

"Sure thing. Jes' holler out and I'll pull over. By the way, I'm Jon and, as I understand it, you are Olivia. Why, you wearing out already?"

"No, not yet. I'm okay. And, yes, I am Olivia."

It was decidedly strange to be riding through the streets of a busy city stark naked and in a position where I could be and was easily viewed by others. The windows of the passenger's compartment were tinted a dark color so that it was not easy for outsiders to peer in through those windows. That served to direct the attentions of those passersby who just happened to look at the Sho-Mobile to the front windows and my naked body. From time-to-time, Jon would pull into the curb and we would just sit there as people walked by. Most of them did a quick, startled double-take when they saw that I was alive, human and naked. The same thing happened whenever we stopped for a traffic light. Motorists in adjacent vehicles would glance at our taxi and then peer into it intently. As the time passed, I reached a point where I could stare back at them without a defiant leer on my face. Mom's practical education in what it meant to appear naked before an audience was beginning to sink in. At one point, I almost laughed to myself because I was beginning to actually enjoy being the, 'sight of the day', but I hadn't reckoned upon Jon picking up passengers and letting them sit in the back seat facing me! My first experience came at about 5 o'clock. Jon abruptly swung the cab into the curb.

"Sorry about this. I usually don't get these kinds of passengers, but she was waving and I am not allowed to pass her by."

"Why not?"

"It would cost me my license, that's why not!"

When he had stopped and the back door was opening, I could see that it was a mother and two children. One was a girl about twelve and the other was a boy about seven. The boy was not happy.

CONVERSATION ONE

Small boy: Mom, I didn't like that gooey picture. There wasn't any shootin' or killin' in it. Little girl: I thought it was delightful! I'm just sorry that we had to leave without seein' the beginnin' again. Mom: I'm sorry, too, but I just didn't think the picture would last that long. We're going to be late for supper as it is. David, what is wrong with you. For heaven's sake, sit down! Boy: But, mom! There's a lady sittin' there alookin' at me and she ain't got no clothes on! Girl: That's just like you, David. You're always seeing things. I don't see noooo.... MOM! He's right. There's a woman sitting on top of that stick and she's looking right at me!

Jon interrupted their conversation to say to them, "This is the world famous JON'S SHO-MOBILE and our show for tonight is Olivia. Please do not be frightened. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Silence reigned after Jon's announcement until the little girl spoke up again.

Girl: Mom! She's got that pole stuck right up in her thingy! Mom: I know (but it was easy to tell that she didn't know). Just be quiet and we'll be home in no time. Boy: Wait until I tell dad about this! Mom: you will do no such thing! If your father is to be told anything I will be the one to do the telling! Now, sit back and be quiet! The young boy slunk into the far left corner. Girl -- in a whisper: Mom can you do that? Mom: I'm not sure. Girl: Will I be able to put something up inside of me like that when I get bigger? Mom: I don't know. You will just have to wait and see.

Silence reigned once more and I took my chance and looked intently at the mother. She was clutching her purse in her left hand but her right hand was no where to be seen. I looked more closely and I could discern that her right hand was inside her dress and there were definite movements near or at her crotch. Mama was obviously excited by the sight that I presented and the thought of an immense instrument buried in my cunt and it was working upon her. I was certain that this woman was not getting all of the fucking that she wanted or needed so I decided to give her the fright of her life. I slowly, but inexorably began lifting my body up off the gear shift -- thereby exposing more and more of the shaft. Then I glanced at the young girl. She had somehow taken a position between my open legs and was standing with her cheek pressed against the inside of my right thigh. That placed her eyes just millimeters away from my cunt! It was plain that she was rapidly growing up for her eyes were transfixed upon what was transpiring before her very eyes. I had thought to just let the shaft come partway out of my cunt, but the watching of the girl and her mother with their widely opened and staring eyes started my libido to churning again and, in a very short while, I felt the onrushing pangs of an orgasm. I threw my resolve to the wind and let the entire ball plop out of my cunt! Then, to the accompaniment of their gasps, I slid down upon it again. My attainment of the climaxing state must have had some powerful effect upon those other two females. The mother's eyes were wide and she was staring off into the distance. Her children were completely forgotten as her own orgasm continued building in her loins and in her belly. Her dress had been pushed far enough up along her thighs so that I could easily see her fingers working at her cunt beneath the white cotton panties she was wearing. She was obviously in a world of her own and completely unaware of what was transpiring around her. The young girl's eyes were as wide as her mother's and I was certain that she, for the first time, was feeling the excitement of becoming ever closer to womanhood. She, like her mother was intuitively rubbing herself between the legs. The mother and I must have climaxed at just about the same time for I saw her belly pulsate as she pushed hard against the pressure of her orgasm. After a few minutes, her eyes met mine with a lazy, relaxed and happy gaze. I felt exceptionally good because I was certain that I had given this woman and her daughter something they would never forget. My inspections of the woman and her daughter were brought to an abrupt ending when Jon swung the taxi in to the curb.