She turned to face me and pulled up her skirt revealing her hair-covered cunt. She walked over to a low bench and lay down upon it. Her knees were spread, her cunt was totally displayed and the smile on her face bore an evil element that dared me to suck her cunt. I was amazed to hear myself say,
"What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass?"
Her expression took on lewd and lascivious elements as she said, "Your mouth!"
My fetish for genitals was already exerting a steady pull upon my body and, before I was really conscious of what I was doing, I had positioned my face and mouth in line with her cunt. The young assistant gave my buttocks a gentle shove and my face was pushed up to and in touch with the old woman's cunt. She had a smell that I found to be strange. Still, it was not distasteful and my tongue shot out and began licking her cunt lips. She began juicing and, for an old woman, that was yet another surprise. In practically no time at all, my entire face from my nose to my chin was steeped in her juices. I was frantically licking at her cunt when a sudden thrust buried a cock or a dildo in my ass! I looked back over my shoulder to see the young woman gleefully pummeling my ass! The presence of the Ben Wa balls in my cunt gave me a stuffed feeling and the movements of her dildo agitated those balls such that I soon began to feel my orgasm growing larger and larger in my belly. I guess the old woman came, but I really don't know, for I was too captured by the excessive pleasures that ripped throughout my body to pay any heed to what was happening to her. The dildo exited from my ass and I rolled over onto the floor. The old woman was grinning at me with a most evil look in her eyes.
"We shall make you complete before very long!"
"What on earth does that mean? And, just who is, 'we'?"
She laughed uproariously. "Are you telling me that you have not realized that the Organization is re-shaping you into your true image?"
"I don't understand."
"Look, dearie, each of us has a basic character. When it comes to sex, most people sublimate their true character to a more, 'civilized' character. We, the Organization and the people at La Minette are attempting to bring forth your basic character traits. I was born a lesbian as was my mother and her mother before her. They both chose to follow the, 'accepted' lifestyle while I admitted to myself and the rest of the world that I was a lesbian. We have determined that your mother and her mother were both cunts and, so far, you have followed in their footsteps. Honey, you are cunt and the sooner you realize that, the happier your life will be!"
The thought of her last statement to me haunted me all the way home. Not even the presence of the Ben Wa balls could ease my concern. I was totally upset at what she had said because I couldn't make any sense out of being told that I was a cunt. Just what did that mean? I managed to get home without any difficulties and into my apartment. The first thing I did was to rid myself of those damn balls. I managed to eject them all. Then I washed them and promised myself that I would re-insert them in the morning and see what effect they would have upon my sexual senses during an ordinary working day. With a somewhat childish laugh, I put them on my dresser alongside my home-made dildo -- my hair brush.
I had a little difficulty in getting to sleep that night even though I was totally wiped out. My thoughts continued to swing back to my days in The Athena Arms. The old woman's characterization of me as a cunt started me to thinking about granny and mom and, of course old man Chenowith. As I lay there thinking about those times, I chuckled to myself when I recalled that both mom and granny always referred to old man Chenowith as that, 'horny old bastard'! And he was decidedly a horny old man. I had told Kayla about the system for the payment of all of the whores in the, 'Arms', but I had not told her the other part of that system. Old man Chenowith imposed another payment upon each of the women and girls who lived in his building. Yes, old man Chenowith owned the Athena Arms! Whenever a john was given a medicine bottle to establish his desires upon the appropriate female body, Chenowith would, from time to time, insert a white piece of blank paper in the bottle. That was the signal that he expected payment in kind from the female recipient. That night, after the work day was over, she was bound to go around to the back of the store and enter the store's back room. There, old man Chenowith would fuck her to his heart's content. Most of the other resident whores complained continuously about this added service they were expected to perform and they protested vociferously that they hated being the old man's whores, but I never heard my mother or granny offer any objections whatsoever. Of course, by the time of my deflowering, I had already visited this, 'infamous room of shame' many times, but only in the company of my mother or my granny. To say that I was intimately acquainted with what went on in that room would be something of an understatement. Then came my day-of-days! Granny and I were, 'entertaining 'a John who was under the impression that he was getting my virginity. I gave him our standard, 'virgin' performance replete with "Oooh's and Aah's and screams of pretended pain. All of this was accompanied with repeated urgings for granny to get his prick out of me because he was tearing me apart. Interspersed with my cries of simulated pain was my insisting that he was much, much too large for my little girl cunt. Every John accepted this as his due because each one of them thought that they, of all mankind, were truly too big for a young girl. All we were doing was feeding their egos. Granny and mom always insisted that their John's left us feeling that they had gotten their money's worth.
On that particular day, granny waited until the John had gone to bring in my, 'payment bottle'. Inside of it was the tell tale piece of white paper! I was being summoned to old man Chenowith's dungeon of horrors! I looked up at Granny with a weak smile upon my face for I knew what was to happen next. I got up off the bed and slipped my shag dress over my head. It was the custom in our house that, when summoned to old man Chenowith's dungeon, the pussy that was to go always wore her finest shag dress. Granny maintained that, just because a pussy was going to be shagged, there was no reason for her to look like a street whore! She was already in the bathroom running the water for my enema. This was a daily routine in our apartment for granny -- and my mother -- believed fervently that a good whore was never dirty -- inside or out. Since not one of us knew what old man Chenowith would want of my body, an enema was required -- just in case.
It was dark when I slipped out of the back door of the Athena Arms and walked over to the back door of the drug store. I knew not to hesitate so I turned the knob and opened the door. Old man Chenowith was nowhere in sight, but that didn't make any difference to me. I slid my shag dress up over my head, folded it neatly and laid it on the second chair in the room- old man Chenowith might want to sit on the other chair. Then I laid down upon the cot that he had constructed for this purpose. It had a funny shape to it and was covered with a quilted covering that made it comfortable for the female to lie upon. Some of old man Chenowith's shagging sessions lasted all night and comfort became a necessity. I couldn't help but suck in my breath when I saw him enter the room. He was naked and his prick was standing tall. He did not say a word. He pulled that other chair over next to the cot and began running his hands over my neck, my ears and my shoulders. I knew that he was attempting to relax me and it was certainly working on my senses.
Then his hands began slowly sliding further and further down over my body. I began to breathe in quick gasps as I felt my bodily excitement increasing. I stared directly into his eyes as he continued to lift my level of desire higher and higher.
"You are just like your grandmother and your mother. Most all of the other whores in my building just allow someone to use their body for the money involved, but your mother and your grandmother do it for the pleasure it gives them. They would let men shag them even if they weren't offered any money. And, you, my dear are just like them. Oh, what a wonderful whore you will make!"
I wondered to myself what old man Chenowith would say if he could have seen me this night.
His hands never left my body. They proceeded to my young-girl tits and began pulling slightly upon my nipples. I was so aroused that I was struggling to remain still upon the cot. My legs had already begun to spread of their own volition and my hips were beginning the humping motion that was the symbol of desire for being shagged. I had always been conditioned not to call out and ask the John to shag me, but, under old man Chenowith's administrations, it was damned difficult to hold in my feelings. So, when his finger slid into my pussy, I nearly exploded.
Old man Chenowith had a technique that I have never since experienced. He never thrust his fingers or his prick into me in a brutal manner, but he did insert his finger or his prick in one smooth, steady thrust.
He pulled his finger completely out of my pussy and then, with his usual smooth thrust, he ran it completely back into me! He let his finger remain totally embedded in my pussy for a significant period of time and then he completely withdrew it! For an equal amount of time, he made me lay there, vibrating with desire, and then the entire procedure was repeated. His technique brought my orgasm to a perfect peak and held it there. Somehow he knew when my orgasm began to wane for then he would repeat the whole process again. He kept me on the brink of exploding for a rather long portion of the night. Then, he let me come! I am certain that my scream of pleasure and release was heard back in the Arms building. He rose and left the room.
I was beginning to recover and I was uncertain as to what was to be demanded of me. Should I stay upon the cot or should I leave and go home? Then, when I had almost decided to leave, he re-entered the room once more. As before, his prick was rampant and this time, he, himself, got down between my legs!
Somehow, without employing his hands, he was able to align his prick with the exact center of my pussy. He began a smooth sliding movement towards my open and ready pussy. His prick entered me without any difficulty whatsoever and it did not stop penetrating into me until his pubic bone butted up against my mound. His shagging procedure was identical to his use of his fingers. His prick slid completely into my pussy, remained there for some period of time and then was completely withdrawn! He hesitated for just about the same period of time and then he pushed his prick back into my pussy with one smooth movement. As with his fingers, this interrupted shagging quickly brought me to the very brink of an orgasm, but it would not let me complete the orgasm. I hung there on the very edge of coming as my sensation of excitement grew and grew until I was certain I would burst if I didn't come -- and soon! When, finally, he allowed me to gain my release, I was like a volcano erupting. I could even feel the red hot lava coursing down through my belly and then bursting through the lips of my pussy to sweep down along the insides of my thighs! My entire world evaporated and I could not see a thing!
