The Handmaiden ch-3
	For a minute, I was stupefied. The appearance of my daughter was totally unexpected. Then, as I stared into her eyes, I began to laugh. I really didn't know what was so funny, but I could not help myself. I opened my arms to her and everything I was holding fell onto the floor.
"Oh daughter of mine your mother has fallen off the celibate wagon. I have spent the entire day fucking my head off!"
"MOM! Surely you don't mean that? Have you been drinking?"
"Drinking? No, but I am high just the same. Your aunt Habbada and I went to a temple to see about getting me a job. Only they didn't want to hire me; they wanted to use me as one of their whores! While we were there, they drugged me. They filled me with the strongest sexual desire I have felt since your father died. They also drugged your aunt so we spent the whole time fucking and fucking and fucking!"
I looked at Sarah, but I could just barely see her. 
"Your aunt is a devious bitch! She is a member of that temple and she tricked me into going along with her. They worship BAAL! Do you know who that is?"
"Yes mom, I know all about BAAL. We spent a lot of time learning about him in our religious studies. Are you going to stay that way?"
"Wh...wh..whut do you mean?"
"Mom! You're naked!"
"Ain't you ever seen a naked woman before? Don't you ever look in the mirror after you shower?  I like being this way so I intend to stay just as I am!"
Then Sarah got a devious look on her face and she let me have both barrels.
"Well, if you are going remain naked, then I shall get naked also." 
She stood and with a malicious look in her eyes, she slowly began removing her clothing. Something inside of me made me watch her unveiling with a rapacious sensation deep in my belly. I was coveting my own daughter! The sound of Sarah's voice broke my trance.
"What is in this box that you brought home?"
"Sarah baby, I haven't the slightest idea. Somebody in the temple gave it to your aunt to give to us. Other than that, I just don't know. If you are so damn curious; open it and see for yourself."
In just a second or so, Sarah had sliced through the binding and opened the box.
"My God! What are these things?"
"Sarah baby, they are called, `Maiden's pipes'. There should be some grass-like stuff there, too."
"Yeah here it is. What are we supposed to do with this?"
"You take just a pinch of it and put it in the little trough in the top of the pipe. Then, after you insert the pipe into your... you know... the heat of your body causes that stuff to soften and you absorb it through the membranes of your yoni. It does three things to you. It causes your yoni to generate excessive amounts of bodily juices and these juices run down along the sides of the phallus and into the small bowl on the bottom of that gizmo. Secondly, it brings on hallucinations - probably extreme sexual hallucinations. And, thirdly, it acts as an aphrodisiac and drives your sexual desire through the roof. Whoa girl! If you try to use that thing you will lose your virginity!"
Sarah looked at me for several seconds and then she began to laugh.
"What did I say?"
"Mom I can't lose what I no longer have!"
"You mean?"
"I lost my virginity when I was thirteen."
"How did that happen?"
"Have you ever met Mrs. Steele?" I shook my head. "I thought so. Well, she has a son - Jamie - who is not quite right in the head. In fact, he is severely retarded. His mother keeps him home from school so he spends most of his time hanging around in the laundry room. He is not only retarded, but he is physically stunted, too. His hands are almost as small as a baby's hands."
"But what does that have to do with you losing your virginity?"
"Somehow, mom, Jamie has learned that he can ... well... push his hands clear up into a woman's yoni or her ass if that is what she wants! Believe me, mom. That little guy is an expert at creating orgasms in women!"
"But, what about the other women in the building? Don't they object to this?"
Once more, Sarah stared at me as if it were I who was retarded. Then she said, 
"You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what?"
"Look mom, dear old, good-guy, uncle Laban took you in when the rest of the family threw you out and he gave you a job - a job that incidentally requires you to work at least five and a half days every week so, by the evening, you are beat! Not only did he give you a job, but he got us this magnificent apartment - here in the Hayward Arms. This place is misnamed. It should be known as the, Hayward, `legs wide open `place."
"Why do you say that?"
"Oh mom! Are you blind or is it that you just don't want to see? Except for you and me, this place is full of whores! If you were to go down on Market Street tonight you would find most of the women who live here walking around looking for - well - pick-up screws!"
This blunt statement stunned me into silence. If what Sarah was saying was correct, how could I not have known? Then I realized that, because of our disparate, `business' arrangements, my path had never crossed that of the other women who also lived in this apartment building. As I considered all of what Sarah had told me, a bolt of sudden, unpleasant understanding hit me.
My God! Uncle Laban and Hebbada must have thought that my, `natural' inclination towards whoredom would fit me right in with all of the rest of these, `fallen women'!  No wonder that Hebbada thought that I would be a perfect candidate for the temple of BAAL with its emphasis upon sexual matters! She and Uncle Laban must have thought that they were not protecting a lost relative, but, rather, that they were acquiring a live-in sex slave!
My thoughts had caused me to ignore Sarah so I was again startled to see her inspecting some other things from the package.
"What are these bottles for?"
"When you have completed your, `smoke' with the pipe, you pour your juices into the jar. I would imagine that somebody from the temple will come to collect them."
"Oh, yeah, here's a note that says just that. It also says that we will be paid something for our, `produce'! At least that will help with our weekly expenses!" 
As she said this, she was preparing to slide down upon the phallus section of the Maiden's Pipe. Before I could even call out to her, I watched, transfixed as that manipulative phallus slowly slid into her girlish yoni.
I watched her expression change from one of surprise to one of pleasure and I knew that she would be sinking deeper and deeper into the hallucination world. Her eyes were staring directly into mine as she experienced the first penetration of her yoni by a phallus-sized object. Then, as I watched, her eyes took on a faraway stare and I knew that she was beginning to hallucinate. I wondered what her hidden desires were.
As I sat there watching my youthful daughter descend into a deep, sexual abyss, I felt the rise of my own desire. The effects of my, `monster-sex' of the morning had not worn off and they were once more demanding that I satisfy them. I quickly spread a pinch of the grass-like substance on the top of my, `Pipe', and, with a determined movement, I sent the phallus deep into my yoni! My slide into the fantasy world of sexual hallucination began almost at once.
I felt something brushing against the hairs that surrounded my yoni and, when I looked down, I was startled to see a hideous creature parting my pubic hairs in order to expose my yoni. He was a misshapen creature with short stubby legs, a huge bulge on his back between his shoulders and a face that was without a doubt the ugliest I had ever seen. As I watched, he pushed his face against my yoni and I felt his tongue slide the entire length of my yoni lips. I sucked in my breath for he was causing my sexual desire to explode. M first orgasm came quickly when his tongue not only licked the length of my yoni lips but it dove between them into the depths of my yoni. His tongue must have been a foot long for I felt it hit my cervix, twist about for a minute or so, and when it found the opening in my cervix. It pushed its way through and into my uterus! Blasts of excitement tore through my whole belly and I began the, ` huh, huh, huh' sounds that always accompanied my orgasms. My belly rose and fell in accompaniment with the thrusting of his tongue deep within me!
I did not know how my daughter was faring nor did I really care. I was much more enthralled by the orgasms that continued to tear through my guts. It wasn't until my real world consciousness returned that I once more was concerned about her. Her head was twisted to one side and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was, `out'.
I carefully rose, grabbed one of the gift bottles, emptied my juice contribution into it and carefully set it upon the table. I had not paid any attention to the volume of juices I had contributed during my morning session in the temple so I had no idea what to expect. The bottle was nearly a quarter filled!
I put the bottle upon the table and gently began reviving Sarah. Her first comment told me that the two of us had crossed a bridge in our lives.
"Holy cow! That stuff really works on a person. I've had orgasms before as a result of Jaime's hands working inside of me, but that was nothing compared to this!" Then she looked at me with a sly look in her eyes and asked, "Is there any limit on how many times we can do this?"
"Not so far as I know, but I think we should limit ourselves - particularly until we find out what kind of effects this stuff is going to have on us. So - maybe once a day?" Then, when I saw the look of disappointment on her face, I added, "Well perhaps we could stretch that to twice a day!"
My second comment was met with a huge, satisfied grin.
Sarah made no move to describe her fantasy experiences and neither did I. Somehow, we both must have felt that revealing our hallucinogenic escapades would, in some way, reveal our innermost sexual desires and, even though we were mother and daughter, there are just some things that a person does not describe to another.  
By the end of our first fortnight of sexual depravity, my suggested restriction had gone by the board and we were using our pipes as often as time would allow. Also, by that time, I was beginning to hunger for some real life sex. My mind kept returning to Sarah's description of what happened to most of the women in the laundry room and I wondered if what she had described was really true. 
Finally, I could stand it no longer so I divested myself of the clothing I was wearing and, using my readily available cream and my fingers, I lubricated both my yoni and my puckered butt hole-just in case, of course. I then slipped into a loose fitting housecoat. The feeling of being greased and completely naked under my loose coat as well was an added stimulus to my increasing need for sexual relief.  I was prepared for whatever the laundry room had to offer. I gathered up several pieces of soiled clothing as a pretense for being in the laundry room and went in search of the infamous scourge of this home-made  sex palace.
I was totally disappointed when I entered the laundry room for there was no one there! I very nearly turned around in disgust and despair, but then I decided to stay for a few minutes in the hope that Sarah's creature would appear.
I was shifting my wash from the washer to the dryer and, in order to throw the clothes into the machine, I had to bend over slightly. Without any warning, I suddenly felt something that resembled a snake sliding up along the inside of my left thigh. A feeling of mild jubilation swept through me for I assumed that good ole' Jamie was about to attack me. I slid my arms along the porcelain top of the dryer and bowed my head until it rested upon my hands. I was surrendering to whatever this assailant wanted to do to me! 
First he swept his very small hand over my yoni from the top to where it met my perineum. This was like throwing a match into a bucket of high octane gasoline. A rolling explosion coursed through my guts as I contemplated the ultimate consummation of this act. That single gesture was all of the foreplay he indulged in and, the next thing I knew, his hand was touching my puckered hole! Then it was inside my sphincter and working deeper into me! I couldn't restrain myself from acknowledging what I thought to be an invasion so I uttered a slight mewling cry. 
I was startled to hear him say, "Mama, she push her butt on my hand!" This caused me to momentarily come to my senses and to realize that, indeed, it was my rearward movement that was driving Jamie's hand deeper and deeper into me. My clarity of thought only lasted for a brief second or two before I resumed my intake of Jamie's hand into my ass! 
This penetration encouraged a new assault. This time a hand was thrust deeply into my waiting yoni! Or was this second penetration the result of my backward drive, too? I wasn't certain just who was providing the impetus for these invasions, but I quickly dismissed any thought of this from my mind and concentrated upon the pleasurable invasion I was being subjected to.  
There I stood with both holes full of twisting hands and wriggling fingers! My initial orgasm was not long in answering this ravaging. The walls of my ass and yoni clenched as my orgasm swept through me and, as he felt this, Jamie uttered a shrill cry of success. His cry said, clearly, that he had brought another female to her knees and he would not stop his punishment of my female genitals. If anything, his pummeling of my holes increased! Even though my first orgasm was just slowly waning in its effects upon my nervous system, I knew that I wanted - nay, I needed - more! 
My second orgasm followed the first one in rather quick order and, if anything, this second was a mightier explosion than the first.
I thought that surely Jamie would withdraw now that he had made me come twice in quick succession, but he was not about to pull his hands out of me. He slowed his rate of assault a little, but it never stopped. What he didn't know was that I had been hoping that he wouldn't stop. I needed all of the fucking he could possibly give me. There was a third orgasm and then a fourth. The strength within my body seemed to evaporate and I sank slowly to the floor. My downward movement was accompanied by two popping sounds as Jamie's hands were pulled out of me.
My chin was resting upon my chest as I tried valiantly to regain my breath and my awareness of my surroundings. I was startled when I heard,
"Wouldn't you agree that my Jamie is quite a performer? At least all of the other females who live in this building and take advantage of his gifts think so."
I looked around and saw a mature woman standing by my side. She obviously was Jamie's mother. I could only nod in agreement with her assessment of Jamie's ability to fuck big females.
"It is true that Jamie is retarded, but he was given this gift of sexual prowess at birth. You might be interested to learn that I discovered his talents when he was just four years old! I had been in the habit of letting him come into my bed in the mornings after I got his brother off to school. On that particular morning, he began stroking my yoni and ass! I was so surprised that I didn't know what to do. My common sense told me that I should make him stop his actions, but, by that time, I was so excited that it was near to impossible for me to make him quit. Imagine my astonishment, when his tiny hands began pushing their way into my ass and my cunt. Well, what happened next is probably obvious to you. He fist-fucked me through the rest of the entire morning! I shouldn't have to explain this to you considering what you have just experienced, but Jamie has been given a gift in lieu of being born whole.
Want to come up to my place and have a cup of coffee?" I simply nodded.
In just a few minutes, Marge Steele and I were seated at her kitchen table with two steaming cups of coffee in front of us. No words had been exchanged between us up to this point. Then Marge said,
"Look. I don't intend to butt into your private life, but I know that things have not been going too well for you and Sarah. I am assuming that you are aware of the fact that I - and most of the women in this building are, `working girls'. I have been a whore all of my life as have most of the, `ladies of the night' who live here. I am a whore because I wanted to become a whore and I enjoy the hell out of my life! 
Honey, I class myself as an expert in sizing up whores and you, just like Jamie, were born with the qualities to become a whore." I started to object, but she schussed me. "Dearie, only a lifetime whore would go down to that room with her cunt and her ass already greased and that is just what you did. Baby, you are one of those cunts who just cannot get by without a daily ration of fucking!  Admit it! Why I'll bet that even now, you are beginning to feel the pangs of wanting to be fucked again. Ain't I right?" I didn't answer in any way. 
"Now I work in a really good house on Van Buren Street and I am certain that I can get you a place in there. The money is good and you don't have to go out and walk the streets. Besides, the house caters to a rather genteel class of John.
I know you were raised by a respected family, and the very thought of becoming a whore is probably an anathema to you, but honey you should face facts. You, like Jamie, are fated to seek sex adventures for the rest of your life. You must face up to this fact or you shall never be content. What better way to accomplish this - and satisfy your destiny - than to become a professional whore?"
I just couldn't answer her. I was angry at her rating of me as a low- cast zonah and I wanted desperately to shout that she was mistaken, but the rising need in my - what did she call it - my cunt - was undeniable. I finished my coffee and, without another word, I rose and left her apartment. 
My mind was wrapped around the single thought,
"Could this harlot be right about my deepest desires?"
As I climbed the stairs to our apartment, my genitals answered my question. I had experienced four orgasms in the space of an hour or so and yet, my belly and my cunt were aching for more! Whether I was born a whore or not, my subjection to the temple and its infernal grass had definitely awakened the need within me for a mountainous amount of sexual gratification. Perhaps - just perhaps - a life as a whore might be the answer, but what of Sarah?          
      

               
   
