Olivia Ch. 01

Can you understand how letting some cute female cunt suck my cunt is just another version of fucking? Let me ask you a question. Last night, as you lay there with your face buried in that girl's cunt and her tongue was locked into your cunt – well, just who was fucking who?"

That question set me back upon my mental heels.

"Okay, Olivia. I have told you just about all of my history, what about you? I assume, from your actions of last night, that you are no stranger to wild sex. So?"

As Kayla had paused before starting her revelations regarding her family and her experiences, I remained silent for a very long time. I wasn't really ashamed of my history, but it was not the kind of tale you told to just anyone. After carefully looking over Kayla's expression, I decided that – just perhaps – it was time for me to confront my family's history if for no other reason than to prove to myself that it was not a hideous drama performed by wildly, perverse people.

"In some ways, my history is a lot like yours. It begins with my grandparents. They were on the stage except that their acting was for real. They performed in what was then called, 'specialty clubs'. Their acts were all slightly different, but they always ended with my grandfather fucking my grandmother right there on stage in front of the audience! Granny always said that you haven't really enjoyed fucking until you have done it in front of a wildly cheering bunch of men. I'm thinking that last night was the closest I've ever come to that kind of performance. Birth control was practically unknown and even then it was not widely practiced. So, the conception of my mother was not totally unexpected. Granny kept on with the act until she just couldn't do it any longer. You'd be surprised how erotic it is to watch a five- or six-month pregnant woman being fucked on stage. According to what granny told me, the audiences loved every show. Granny was not too happy with the desire of my grandfather to obtain a replacement for her, but the act did go on. As soon as she was able, granny ousted her replacement and resumed her role as the innocent girl being besmirched by the evil old man. My mother spent her early years backstage and then, when she got physically big enough, she was incorporated into the act. Most of the time, all she did was run on stage and do something crazy. Later on, she might hold grandfather's pants while he fucked granny or she might stand to one side holding up granny's dress while she was being fucked. I really don't know how long this happened, but, at some point, it was decided that my mother should have a more, 'meaty part' and she became a participant in the fucking routine. I can only conjecture that not one of them ever gave a thought to what might happen and that was why they were so astonished when my mother became pregnant! As a result, I am gifted with a mother who is also my sister!"

Kayla looked astounded and she gasped as the import of what I had just said became clear. I didn't hesitate for, now that I was deep into my story, I wanted to get it all out in the open.

"My grandfather was killed in the big war and England was in such a big shambles that mom and granny decided to come to America. There was only one thing that they knew to do so they both became whores. We lived in an apartment building apply named the, 'The Athena Arms' and every occupant of that entire building was a participant in, 'the profession'!

Two blocks away, was a drugstore that was run by a nasty old man. He acted as the pimp for the forty or fifty whores who lived in the Athena Arms. The procedure was simplicity itself. Men seeking the services of a whore would stop into the drugstore and inform old man Chenowith of their desires. In turn, he would quote prices and, if an agreement was reached, he would provide each male customer with an empty medicinal prescription bottle. The color of the bottle indicated which one of the whores it was for and the prescription label indicated the acts which were to be performed. It all worked quite well. Naturally, someone had to pick up the used bottles at the end of each week in order for the whores to be paid. That was my first introduction to, 'The Profession'! I was the bottle collector girl.

When I was just under fifteen years of age, mom sold my virginity to old man Chenowith for fifty dollars. And, for a number of years after that, she continued selling my virginity to anyone who was willing to pay for it. We knew that we were breaking the law, but enforcement was practically non-existent. By the way, I meant to ask you. What was the legal age of consent for a girl in Montana?"

"Olivia, to be completely honest, I haven't the slightest idea. No law enforcement authority would ever think of raiding a private homestead so no one gave a damn about things like that. Another thing was that all of the ranch families were doing it so they would have had to arrest everyone in the county. Oh, I forgot! There was a family that lived about ten miles down the county road from our place and they had three girls and a boy. Our families traded off visits because visiting with that family was very convenient. The husbands and wives would swap partners and us eight kids would retire to the hay loft and fuck our heads off. So, Olivia, how did you end up in this big city?"

"Well, the depression hit and men – lots of men – lost heir jobs. That meant fewer and fewer clients for us and it made life much, much harder. Besides, more and more women began renting out their pussies on the street so the long time pros were really pinched for business. Granny had always insisted that I get some kind of education, but I have absolutely no aptitude for math or science so I settled for a secretarial course. Mom and granny insisted that I come here and try my luck. I saw an ad in the paper that said McNeil Industries was hiring. I rushed over, put in my application and, surprisingly, I was hired. Part of my good luck was due to the fact that Ava and I seemed to hit it off from the very beginning. She had joined the company just a few months before my arrival and we have been working here for the last twenty years. There you have my history in a nutshell.

I think I should tell you that I have given La Minette's offer a lot of thought and from what you have told me, I guess my answer is, 'yes'. I will accept the offer, but what about Ava and the others?"

"Oh, Ava will go along with the program. I probably forgot to tell you, but she is a voyeur of sorts. She won't let Bill fuck her in any position other than the crucifixion position, but she eats up porno movies by the gross. She even uses Bill's name to order them over the internet. She will be only too glad to watch us interact with the lesbians. She will sit there at the table and think of all the nasty things we are doing to those girls and what they are doing to us. If you want to really become her friend, invite her into the crib with you so she can watch you and the girl perform. That will blow her mind! You know, that is an idea that I hadn't considered. Perhaps I should suggest it to Yvette. She could arrange it so that Ava can watch! I think Rosa and Sierra will follow our lead, at least, at the first. There is always the possibility that they will bug out if something too nasty is proposed, but, by that time, the routine will be set."

All we had to do was to wait until our next visit to La Minette!