pewa Highlands ch-7
When I pulled into the curving driveway of this fancy mansion, I knew at once that this spelled, `M-O-N-E-Y' so there was only a little surprise on my part when a very old woman answered when I rang the doorbell. Her eyes bored into me and I was a little embarrassed for I knew that she could see that I wasn't wearing any actual clothing. Of course, I had my painted ensemble that covered my body - still that wasn't really clothes. After she was evidently satisfied that I wasn't going to kill her, she slowly opened the door wide enough for me to enter.
"You are from the Highlands?"
"Yes. I am Jane and I have instructions to be here this evening."
"Come this way. The Madam wants to talk with you before you start out upon your evening of.... ahem, festivities."
She led me down a long hallway and into what was obviously a bedroom. There, ensconced in a massive bed was the Madam of the house. The old woman walked right up to the edge of the bed and said, "This is Jane - from the Highlands."
I was left standing at the foot of the bed as I underwent another of those x-ray scans. Finally, the woman laying in the bed spoke,
"I have contracted with those who mastermind the Highlands to have you accompany my daughter to a meeting this evening. My poor health does not permit me to travel outside of this house any longer so I cannot take her myself and, since she is just sixteen, I do not permit her to drive alone at night. Are you capable of taking her to this meeting and bringing her back?"
"Yes ma'am. I am. I have been driving for many years so I am quite competent. Will I be expected to attend this meeting?"
"Yes."
"As you can see, I came prepared for a more adventurous evening. Will my attire embarrass your daughter and the other attendees at this meeting?"
"Not at all. Most of the others are quite broad-minded and they may not even pay you much attention. Ah, here's my daughter now. Jane, this is Patricia or Pat for short. She will fill you in on what you should expect during this evening. Now, if you will forgive an old, sick woman, I should like to rest."
The young girl and I turned and left the room. Once we were in the hallway, I took the opportunity to inspect my charge for the night. She was a very attractive young girl, but I was surprised at her attire. She had on a see-through blouse that made it easy for me to see that she was not wearing a bra nor obviously any underclothing of any kind. The skirt - if you could call it that - was of the fashion of the day and by that I meant it was so short that it barely covered her crotch! Dressed as she was made me feel easier with my painted attire.
We didn't shake hands or acknowledge one another in any way. I sensed that she was not happy with having me tagging along with her. This feeling was further emphasized when she abruptly turned and started back towards the front door. As we stepped out upon the front porch, she turned and handed me a necklace that contained a single black bead.
"Put this on. You will need it in order to get in the place where we are going. Is that your car?"
As I accepted the necklace and slid it over my head I tried to nod, but she was already halfway to my car. Our transit from her house to wherever we were going was accomplished in deep silence. It once more was very obvious that she did not want me along, but I put this down to the usual rebellion of young people when they were totally convinced that they knew everything there was to know about life and how to get along in it. Her directions were short and curt and soon we were descending into an underground parking garage. For the first time in some while, she spoke,
"Our parking space is number 12 - over there."
Obediently, I steered the car into the designated space.
"Our meeting is on the topmost floor of this hotel so we must use the elevator."
As she was saying this, she slid out of the car and started across the garage in the direction of a bank of elevators. When I reached out to punch the call-button, she grabbed my wrist and said,
"We will use the special lift to get to where we are going."
This impressed me. Not only did she and her family rate an assigned parking space, but they evidently had the use of a private elevator. When the door opened, we entered a very well appointed car and were whisked off in the direction of the top of the building. The evening's surprises had just begun!
When the elevator door opened, we were confronted by a rather large, burly black man who assiduously inspected or necklaces. I had not seen Pat don her necklace so I was surprised at the number of beads that adorned it. It made my single bead look a little out of place!
Once this guard was satisfied that we had a right to be here, he allowed us to proceed down a plush hallway towards some huge double doors. However, just as I was about to reach for the door knob, Pat put her hand upon my arm.
"I've got to use the Ladies' Room. You wait here and I'll be right back."
She turned sharply to her left and darted through a much smaller door before I could say a word. So, I accepted my role of, `lady-in-waiting'. Some time went by and Pat did not reappear and I was becoming uneasy so I opened the smaller door and went in search of my ward. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I was standing in a Ladies' toilet! My surprise was compounded when I saw a very large pile of female clothing of all kinds in the corner of the room! Obviously, this was a means of shaking off chaperones, so I began checking each and every one of the stalls in the fading hope that Pat would be sitting in one of them. She wasn't nor was she anywhere in sight. Just then, at the far end of the room, a door opened and several females - all naked - burst into the room. I caught enough of their conversation to realize what Pat had done and why. One female said,
"I've just got to douche. I've got so much spunk in me that it is dripping all, over the place!"
A second female agreed with this first female by saying, "Boy have we got a hot bunch tonight! I was screwed three times before I could get more than a short distance inside the ball room."
As I stood there, it dawned upon me what that devious bitch had done to me. She had raced into this rest room, taken off what little clothes she was wearing and gone... where? I pushed my way through the crowd of females that had assembled as I stood there deciding what to do and stepped through the small door that these other females had used to enter this room.
I gasped in startled surprise for I was standing in the midst of a huge, active orgy! Everywhere I looked there were naked bodies entwined in wild, feverish fucking attitudes! I saw nothing but arms, legs, asses and cocks! And, as hard as I looked, I could not see Pat anywhere. Then I located her! The periphery of this large room was dark, but, in the center of the room, there was a rotating stage and it was lighted from above. On this stage was a quartet of musicians playing some kind of native music and around the edge of this stage I saw nothing but up-raised legs and cunts. Apparently the stage was the present-day version of the old time slave block for, from time to time, I saw males go up to the edge of the stage and take a female from those assembled. Once the male had made his election, the newly formed couple would nearly disappear into the darkness that surrounded that central area of assignation. It was on the edge of this female bartering block that I saw Pat. She was on her back with her teenage legs high in the air and her hairy cunt exposed to any and all who cared to look at her!
The meeting I was supposed to be escorting her to was, in fact, a wild orgy and her mother had known this! No wonder she wanted a girl from the Highlands to chaperone her teenage daughter! I had to laugh at the farce that had been perpetrated upon me and I wondered if Ted knew beforehand that this is what I would encounter.
I eased a little further into the room and then slid more to my right. This put me in the dark segment of the room and gave me an ideal position from which to watch the gyrating bodies. The stage was moving so slowly that I was able to keep Pat in sight until the stage had reached a point directly opposite to where I stood. Then I gasped for an old male replete with a paunchy gut took Pat by the hand and led her off into the darkness. The alacrity with which she jumped up when he touched her told me just how much this girl wanted sex. Was she, like her mother, a candidate for the Highlands?
I was so transfixed watching Pat being led off to what I didn't know that I wasn't paying any attention to what was going on in my immediate vicinity. I was brought back to the realization that I was a naked female standing in the middle of an orgy when I felt a hand slither up the inside of my leg and cup my cunt lips.
I looked around, but, at first, I didn't see anyone. Then I looked down and saw the darkest, meanest, ugliest, little face staring back at me. The coloration of the skin coupled with the room's darkness made it difficult to discern any features save one. There, in that horrible face was the widest grin I had ever seen. The entire length of that mouth was filled with what looked like sharp, very white teeth!
"You make fuck!"
This was not uttered in the form of a question, but rather, as a statement of fact. I was strangely nonplused by this rough frontal attack and while I regained my mental position, a very small hand was busily forcing its way up into my cunt!
"Open legs! Make fuck more easy!"
Again, this was not a question! My response was automatic. Standing here in the midst of all this fucking and with a hand now deeply ensconced in my cunt, how was I ever expected to deny this little harridan? So I spread my legs.
As this little slut manipulated the walls and sensitive parts of my inner cunt, my inner succubae senses began to take hold. I reached down and seized both sides of her head and roughly pulled it up against my cunt lips.
"Little slut, you have no idea what you have challenged tonight! Now breathe deeply! Suck in all of the breath from my cunt-mouth that your little lungs can hold and your wanton desires will flower and you will, `make fuck' like you have never experienced sex before!"
I heard her rough intake of the air from my cunt that included a generous dose of pheromones and I watched as her eyes opened in amazement.
"Now, slut, suck my pleasure nub! Suck it with all of your strength! Suck it just as you would your mother's tit in an attempt to bring forth milk. SUCK DAMN YOU! SUCK ME UNTIL I COME!"
My attack must have been too much for her for she began to slip down towards the floor. I merely let her down by slowly sinking to my knees. I kept my legs on either side of her head so her sucking of my clit was not interrupted.
I will admit that the little whore was really quite good at sucking cunt and, in a very short time, I felt my orgasm rising within my gut.
Suddenly, I felt two hands grabbing my buttocks and pulling them as widely apart as possible. I tried to turn so as to see who or what was attacking me from the rear, but I couldn't make out who it was. Whoever it was knew their business for the two hands continued to spread my ass and, at the same time, they pulled my hole open. Before I could realize what was about to happen, a soft, warm, squishy object was rimming my ass hole! Then, as I sucked in my breath in anticipation, that object was thrust through my open hole and into my ass! Just the mere fact that this was being done to me was enough stimulus to set me off. I came! Oh, my God how I came! I screamed out the excitement that permeated every corner of my gut! My screeching scream brought all of the orgiastic sex to a standstill, but no one could locate the origin of my scream because it came from everywhere and nowhere!
While uttering my announcement to the assemble company, my head was thrown back and it was while I was in this position that a round, firm butt was pushed against my face! I had never indulged in this particular aspect of sexual activity, but here I was with a mouth cemented to my cunt and someone's tongue deep in my ass so without any real though, I stuck out my tongue and rimmed the proffered ass hole! I was unprepared for the excitement that this caused within my sensory system and, without any conscious thought, I moved my hands to where I could pull open this ass hole and pushed my tongue through the opening and into the unknown ass!
The person in front of me went to their knees and I slid my hands along their stomach and chest until I encountered tits about the size of those of a young girl. I seized those tits and began, `milking' them. The three of us were truly a sensuous chain. I don't know where the common orgasm started, but it surged through me both forwards and backwards as the three of us climaxed together.
My climax had just reached its zenith and I was just beginning to come up for air when I felt a sudden sharp pain on the broad portion of my hips. It was momentary and it was not repeated so, as the three of us collapsed upon the floor, I put it out of my mind. Relaxation was the order of the day and I lay there for some time.
When I regained my senses, I was astounded at the pool of jism that lay between my legs! As far as I could remember, no male had fucked me but here was proof that some male had. And, from the size of the jism pool, it must have been several males! No matter, my newfound propensity for sex was undiminished and so I started out on a safari of my own in search of desirable cock. Most of the males that I saw were unconscious and their cocks were limp, but here and there I found cocks that were still usable and I promptly put them to use in satisfying the needs and desires of my cunt. It was not nearly so satisfying as a strong beastly cock would have been, but, as I said to myself, "Any port in a storm".
I had a terrible dry taste in my mouth so I hunted up the bar that I was certain would be there and, sure enough, I found it.
"What will you have?"
"Something cool and refreshing."
"A beer or perhaps a cola?"
"A cola would be fine. Oh, sorry."
I had bumped into another female and in so doing I had caused her to spill her drink.
"Here, let me get you another drink. What will you have?"
"A cola would be fine. I see that you have run afoul of the Surefuxem people."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean. Who are those .....what you said?"
She laughed and then explained. "The surefuxem are the little people who occasionally hunt in this place."
"Hunt?"
"Sure honey. They are looking for females who have a sex drive nearly as rapacious as theirs and, when they find one, they mark them on the back of their butts by digging their fingernails into the skin until it bleeds. From the dried streams of blood on your ass, honey - I'd say you passed their test."
"Where did they get that crazy name from?"
"I think it started when someone was describing an experience with these little people and they said, `They sure fucked the hell out of me'. From that, it became: surefuxem. I think those people like the name because they now refer to themselves by using it! There's no scandal connected with having been fucked by them. A number of us have and you can tell those who have by the little half-moon scars on their butts."
"Have you.....?"
"Sure thing, honey. Look."
And she turned around to display a series of white, half-moon scars across her black butt.
"The more of these scars you have tells those of us who have had sex with these aborigines just how vast your sex drive may be. I would say, from the looks of your butt, that nearly the whole tribe fucked you tonight!"
She had finished her cola replacement so, laughing as she went, she moved off into the mass of wakening people who were looking for yet another fuck. I thought that I should resume my search for Pat since it was now nearly three in the morning. As it turned out, I literally stumbled onto her.
There was a pile of bodies that had obviously been engaged in some kind of mass fuck when they all collapsed. As I skirted around this pile, there was a sudden upheaval and there lay Pat. She was out like a light. Long streaks of dried jism adorned her thighs and butt cheeks. Even her mouth had dried jism on her lips. This girl had really let herself be used this night.
I reached down and shook her rather vigorously. Slowly she came back to life and I began to lead her out of this place. She was so smashed that she didn't even fight me and we got through the big double doors and into the hallway where I was due one more huge surprise for there stood the ancient woman I had seen at Pat's house!
"She usually gives out about this time so I thought you might need some help besides, I kinda like standing around a place where so much fucking has taken place. It still excites these old bones of mine."
As we were talking, I happened to notice that this old woman also wore a necklace of beads only unlike my single-beaded string, hers had enough beads on it that they formed a solid ring around her neck. If each bead represented one visit to this orgy, then she must have attended a whole bunch of orgies!
I couldn't resist asking, "You and Pat's mother knew that this is what I would encounter yet you said nothing about it. Instead you made out that all I had to do was to chaperone a somewhat wild young girl! Why didn't you tell me?"
"The mother wanted to know if you were as full of sex as most of the Highland girls are. Obviously, you are and she will probably call upon you to repeat this assignment at some time in the future. We thank you."
And, with that, she turned and led or dragged Pat homeward.
I, too, was ready for home and bed so I went to my car and drove back to the Highlands. All the way, I went over again and again the events of the night. For once in my life, I had had enough sex to quiet my desires - at least for a while - and I had literally kissed ass for the first time in my life. Strangely enough, kissing that little person's ass didn't revolt me at all. I knew now that I would and could do that again. Then I laughed as a thought crossed my mind,
"I wonder how Jambo would go for something like that? Perhaps someday, I'll give it a try!"
I was roaring with laughter as I drove into the Highlands.