Olivia Ch. 07

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Olivia is mentally transported to another world and time.
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Part 7 of the 14 part series

Updated 11/02/2022
Created 09/29/2010
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The evening began with a timid sort of knocking at my apartment door. When I opened the door, there stood Mary.

"Am I early?"

"No come in. Kayla told me in the office that she wanted to do some shopping before coming here and, even though she left a little before quitting time, I suspect she will be a little later in getting here."

I waved Mary into one of my chairs and resumed the conversation,

"I have spoken to both Kayla and Yvette and it is all set up for you to join the horny harlots next Friday night. You will have to settle with Bill on your own, but, since you are seeing him on two other nights, I don't think that will be any trouble. You realize, don't you, that, at this point, you are under no obligation to go through with this. If you decide not to join us, all you have to do is just not show up. However, there will be a point beyond which you will be considered as a member of the Organization and quitting then is not recommended."

"I have been talking this over with Bill and I think I am sufficiently informed to make a reasonable adult decision. And, as you know, I'm as horny as hell!"

This brought out laughter from both of us and while we were laughing, Kayla buzzed me from the front door.

"For Christ's sake Olivia, let me in! I need a drink in the worst possible way!"

I clicked the door and in just a very few seconds, Kayla was pounding on my door.

"Alright, Kayla what has happened?"

"First, I do need that drink."

Having been in my place several times before, Kayla knew exactly where I kept my liquor so she proceeded to what served as my bar, mixed herself a drink and quickly downed the entire thing. While I looked on in amazement, she quickly made a second drink and just as quickly drank about half of that.

"Whooee! Olivia, I damned near killed that old bitch at La Femelle Erotik!"

"Why? What happened?"

"Oh, hello, Mary. Everything was going just great. I found the exact type of bra that I was looking for and as you know, she exacted her, 'special payment' from me. You know that sort of thing doesn't bother me one bit, but then, just as I was leaving, she called me a cunt! Well, to be a little more exact, she said, and I quote, 'You are cunt'! I guess it was the way in which she said it that made me so angry. I stormed out of the store and tore over here. Damned near had an accident, too."

I recalled that the old woman had used the exact same words with me, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I told Kayla to sit down and let the drinks relax her. Mary helped out by asking Kayla a question.

"Kayla, I am an anthropologist and have studied a number of native civilizations. Kayla isn't your given name, is it? I mean, that isn't the name on your birth certificate, is it? If I am not mistaken, Kayla is taken from an American Indian word."

Kayla looked as though she had been hit in the face with a blivet. All of the fury went out of her face and she sank deeper into the chair. There was a long silence and I knew that, for some reason, she was thinking hard as to how she would answer that question. Finally, she said,

"My name is Jill!"

Both Mary and I sat very still as we awaited Kayla's explanation for we both felt that some kind of explanation was due us. Kayla took a deep breath and began speaking,

"Mary, you are right. Kayla is part of a much longer Indian term. I won't bother you with trying to pronounce it. And, to be perfectly frank with you, the long term translates- roughly -- to, 'Woman with hungry pussy!' My mother and I heard this shouted at us every time we happened to visit the reservation. All the little kids would run ahead of us yelling this word as though they were the town criers."

"Thank you, Kayla, but would you please say the term for me? I am conversant with a great many native dialects and I may know the term."

Once more, Kayla hesitated and then she spit out a long Indian term. I couldn't make heads or tails of what she was saying so I just left the floor to the two of them. Both of them were quiet for a very long time. Mary was obviously wondering if she should take this discussion any further and I guessed that Kayla was wondering just what Mary would do. Then, at last, Mary spoke.

'Kayla, I don't mean to embarrass you in any way, but I think your translation is a little off. I think what that term really means is, 'Creature with open cunt!' Isn't that a little more accurate?"

I could see Kayla's spirit wilt and she began to study the design on the short skirt she was wearing. She must have reached a decision for her head came upright and she stared at both of us in a very challenging manner. When she spoke, however, her voice was soft and it carried no trace of anger.

"Mary, you are correct, again. Mom and I made a habit of going to the reservation at least every two weeks. It had become such a routine that the tribe had even set aside one of their houses for us to use. We would enter the house, take off our clothes and greet the line of braves waiting to fuck us. As a rule, we would spend two or three days with them before returning to the ranch!"

Once more, silence reigned for several minutes. Then, Mary took up the conversation.

"Kayla, I don't think that you should be angry with the old woman who said that you are cunt for she was only vocalizing your status in life! Because, you are cunt! As are Olivia and me!"

I wasn't at all certain how Kayla would take this announcement and, as for myself, I was a little astounded at being classified in such an obscene manner. Mary began her explanation with an example.

"Kayla, assume that you have a 100-gallon vat. And, assume that you pour five gallons of motor oil into that vat. Then you begin filling the vat with water. As you add more water, the percentage of motor oil continues to drop until you reach a point where 95% of the vat is filled with water and 5% is motor oil. Then, you take a small ladle -- like your mother probably used in her kitchen -- and you begin taking ladles-full of the mixture out of the vat and putting them into separate bottles. At first, your samples will consist mostly of water with just a trace of motor oil! However, it is always possible that one sample will consist of an inordinate amount of oil. While the probability of this happening is very, very slight, such a sample is not impossible. If you consider the whole human race, then we represent that weird sample that is mostly all oil! Personally, I hoped that Kayla was getting all this for I for one was really confused. My obvious state of confusion did not bother Mary at all and she went right on.

"Think, Kayla, what differentiates us from the animals. After all, even the greatest of prudes - like your Ava - will admit that in some way we are descended from the apes. The fundamental differences that we have when compared to the animals is our reasoning power -- the ability to rationalize thought -- and the fact that our females do not have a, 'season'. In other words, human females are in heat -- albeit on a slow boil -- all of the time. That's why we have our babies throughout the entire year. But, what cannot be overlooked is that somewhere in our make-up there is a thread of animal lust. Now, consider the vat I described. The water is society and the oil is our animal leanings. As you can now see, most of the humans we encounter have very little of their animalistic tendencies left in their characters. But, for a few -- a very slight few -- of humans, that animalistic tendency is strong. You and Olivia and I are of this latter group. I must stress that there are not very many of our kind in the whole world and for the Organization to come up with three of us is truly remarkable. The odds against that are higher than winning the lottery ten times in a row!"

Mary paused again while Kayla and I tried to digest what she had said. Then, Mary began her seminar on human sexuality again.

"I know that what I've tried to explain to both of you is probably making you hate me, but suppose I give you a personal example that will illustrate the other side of the coin, as it where. I had completed my Master's Degree in anthropology and I received a grant to study primitive societies. I had heard -- from some of my associates -- of a colony of extraordinary apes and I was intrigued by what I had been told. So, with my grant in hand, I went to Africa. To be more exact, I went to a very small village deep in the Congo region of Africa. The apes I was intent upon studying are known as the Bonobos and they are reputed to very similar to humans in many of their ways. Now, here is a little background. The Bonobo apes live in a matriarchal colony because the males spend a lot of their time roaming over the countryside. The Bonobo females are like human females in that they are always in heat or, to state it a little differently, they are always willing to have sex - with males when they are available and with other females when the males are not present. To be even more explicit, they are the lesbians of the ape world. Both males and females indulge in oral sexual practices and the males often have jousts in which they use their cocks as their lances. The females utilize oral sex as their form of greeting a stranger or a visitor. They also go in for a lot of physical rubbings both with their hands and with specific portions of their anatomy. I had all of this information before I located my first Bonobo colony, but I was ill-prepared for what I found in the village. Then, Mary began her story,

The rickety jitney bus dropped me off in a small village some miles from the village in which I intended to establish my working base. I soon learned that the only transport to my goal was my own two feet. I hired a young boy to help me with my luggage and equipment and, together, we started out on a rudimentary jungle trail. It was further than I had bargained for, but I was young and extremely eager so the two of us plowed headlong into the jungle. I was doing okay until the boy suddenly stopped, dropped my luggage and turned to beat a retreat!

"Hey", I yelled. "You can't leave me here!"

His answer was short and to the point. "I no go ape village. It about a mile that way."

"And he left me standing there in the midst of the jungle with only a very brief idea of where I was headed. I managed to gather up most of my belongings and headed off in the direction in which the boy had pointed. He was right. After trudging for about a mile, I came upon a very small collection of houses -- more like huts - that, I assumed, constituted the village I was seeking. As I stood there in the African sun, two rather elderly people -- a man and a woman --both as black as a lump of coal - came forward to meet me. Imagine the shock I received when I saw that they were both totally naked! Each of them -- without speaking - picked up a piece of my luggage and the three of us walked over to what I learned later was their house. By this time, it was nearly dusk so, after dropping my things in what passed for their guest room, we sat down to eat. Surprisingly, the food was delicious. I was tired after my long journey so I retired to the space that they had indicated as being mine. I got undressed and donned my short nighty. It was then that I realized that the man had followed along behind me.

I was reaching down to pick up my backpack when the old man's hand suddenly landed upon my more or less exposed buttocks. I turned to face him so as to protest such an invasion of privacy, but, before I could say anything, his hand had shifted from my buttocks to the valley between my legs. His movements weren't radical. In fact, they were slow and deliberate. I stood there transfixed as his hand traveled repeatedly from my mound to my puckered hole. I gasped, but I was seemingly unable to move and my sex fire began blazing. He made no attempt to enter me. He just repeatedly stroked my cunt area. I was not aware of what else he was doing until I felt the low bed I was to occupy. It hit me right behind my knees! I went down almost immediately and I lay there wondering what was yet in store for me. The hand upon my cunt had never left me, but his free hand reached out and flipped my short nighty up over my waist! The old woman appeared alongside me almost immediately and, before I could yell, move or resist her, she quickly threw her leg over my body and pressed her body down upon my body!

I wondered to myself, 'My God! What is she going to do?' when her tongue, the longest I had ever experienced slowly and deliberately pushed its' way up into my cunt! In seconds, I was panting and gasping for air! Her cunt was scant millimeters from my face and, before I was really aware of what I was doing, my own tongue began stabbing into her cunt! All I knew, at that moment was that I was under a rapacious old lesbian. Then came the surprise of surprises. Naturally, my eyes were trained upon the area encompassing her ass hole so imagine my astonishment when I saw the old man's cock slide past my nose, mouth and eyes and begin its' penetration of her ass! I had never actually witnessed sex from such a close position nor had I ever watched as a cock actually slid into a female's body. It was amazing! I could not move my eyes from the sight that was being presented to me. I watched as his cock slid all the way into her ass! His balls were scant millimeters from my nose. The old man waited for a few minutes and then he slid his cock out of her ass. Once more, he hesitated before sliding that cock ever so gracefully into her guts. He didn't thrust or pound his cock into her. Rather, he slid it in with one snake-like slithering motion. I suddenly became aware that the old woman was matching him with her tongue thrusts into my cunt. It was like being caught between two fucking machines that were perfectly matched in speed and tempo. I was so intent upon watching the sex that was being presented to me that I didn't sense the onset of my orgasm. It was like a hidden bomb exploding and it nearly threw me off that little bed. The room went dark and I was not able to see anything more until the morning.

The next morning I was again surprised for actually nothing was said about the performances of the night before. I was somewhat embarrassed to re-discover that neither one of them was wearing clothing. I fiddled around for most of the morning and, after some meaningful looks in my direction, I went into my room and disrobed. Later, as I strolled about the village, I saw immediately that being without clothing was the way of life here. Not one person halted or stopped what they were doing to look at me even though there was the distinct difference in skin color. I was just another naked female! The old man and the old woman went about their usual routine as though nothing had happened, but it was different that night just after dinner. The old man did not have a gown to interfere with his access to the old woman's sex openings. So, instead of rubbing my cunt and ass, the old man began rubbing the old woman's genitals. Just as he had done with me, he maneuvered her to the edge of the cot and then pushed her down upon it. She reached out and took a firm hold on my left thigh.

Her movements were clear. She wanted me on top of her. I didn't know it at the time, but being on top was the privileged position -- reserved for guests and other honored visitors. My own arousal was reaching its' peak so I didn't hesitate. Soon, my tongue was buried in her cunt and hers was lapping at my sweet spot. If I had stopped to think, I should have known what was about to happen from what I had witnessed the night before, but, I was too intent on sucking that old woman's juices when abruptly I was attacked from the rear! The old man was slowly but determinedly sliding his cock into my ass! I had experienced ass-fucking only once and it had hurt me terrifically. I don't know what made this time any different, but that old man's cock slid into me without any hindrance or pain. I knew when he was fully extended inside of my ass when his pubic hair touched my buttocks. Once more, their machine-like coordination drove me to heights I had never scaled before. My belly muscles clenched and my thighs felt as tight as a drum's head. My entire body was quivering with the expectation of the oncoming orgasm. I had always thought that no one could come from being fucked in the ass. I was wrong! The next morning, I asked the old woman where they had learned to fuck in this fashion. Her answer startled me!

"Ape teach!"

That evening, the routine underwent what from my prospective was a massive alteration. As we neared dinner time, the old woman took my arm and led me over to the house next door. There, I was welcomed by another couple and the events of the preceding night were repeated, but with this different couple. I spent two nights with this couple -- once on the bottom and once on the top - and, just as before, in the morning, they handed me off to another twosome. This procedure continued until I had, 'visited' with each and every male in the village! In this way, every tribal male got his piece of white ass.

Weeks went by and I had not yet even seen my first ape! I was beginning to think that this whole thing was a very rotten idea. Then, one evening, when I awoke from my midday nap, I sensed immediately that the house and the village were much too quiet. By this time, I had become accustomed to going about stark naked so I did not have to waste time dressing. I ran to the front door and looked out upon the village square. It was difficult for me to grasp what I was seeing. There, in the very center of the village, stood every female of the village. They were formed into a huge circle -- all twenty-six of them -- facing outwards with their hands in front of them in what was obviously a pleading gesture of some kind. In the center of their circle, a huge pile of wood had been assembled. They stood stock still. Abruptly, from the corner of my eye, I detected movement so I swung my head around to see what was happening. A woman was entering the village square. She walked with a proud bearing and a smile was obvious on her face. The thing that really gave me a knockout was the fact that she was dressed as a nun! I couldn't take my eyes off this magnificent creature as she strode into the village. She saw me and waved and, I, like an idiot, waved back. She turned and entered one of the houses and I noticed, for the first time, that this house had a cross mounted upon its roof! I expected that this nun was about to sternly reprimand these blatant sinners so you can imagine my surprise when she re-emerged from the house and she, too, was stark naked! She went straight up to the circle and a space was made for her so that she could take a place in the circle. I was dumbstruck! By this time it was completely dark. Somewhere, the sound of a huge drum began and the huge fire in the center of the circle was lighted.

Suddenly, the jungle seemed to erupt with apes. They came from all directions and they converged upon the waiting females. The circle of towns' women splintered and the women and the apes merged into one seething group of active sexual participants. I saw the nun go down under three apes and then she was lost from my sight. I was riveted to the spot upon which I was standing. I couldn't believe what my eyes were telling me. In a very short time period, the center of the village was covered with writhing bodies -- all engaged in various sex acts! It was impossible to separate the brown-skinned natives from the hair-covered apes. There were screams and growls and some kind of soft moaning. I was so engrossed in what I was witnessing, I didn't notice the three apes who were approaching me. Suddenly, they confronted me!

Mary's voice had become a soft, low monotone.

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