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Demeter's Pet
a Novelette by Varkel
Late Winter, 2008


Chapter 1: _Sam Makes Out All the Way_


Sam bought the house on Farrington Drive because on the late spring 
morning the agent showed him through it, the sidewalk was populated with
prepubescent girls in their skimpy shorts and halters, playing 
hop-scotch and jump-rope with shrieks and screams.  Some were gawky and
awkward, but others were more shapely, especially of thigh and calf.  
Noticing his preoccupation, the woman had smiled.  "In case you're 
wondering, Mr. Dearborn, the cable is out this morning."

"That explains it," he said quickly.  "I'll take it."

"But I haven't told you the asking price!"

Of course the price didn't matter.  "Didn't you say location is 
everything?"

Sam had lived here now for two months.  In the cool mornings he sat with
a laptop in the shade of a maple, desultorily working on his next novel,
whose completed outline allowed steady progress.  Already he knew the 
names of several bold young girls who stopped to chat.

Natty, the nymphet next door, helped him wash his car on Sunday 
mornings.  She possessed nicely curved legs and while slender, was not 
scrawny.  Her belly above the bikini bottom was smoothly rounded.  Her 
hair was light brown around a pretty face.  She was a cute girl who had
never been shy.

"Are you into boys?" Sam asked.

"Boys?  I'm just a kid."  She grinned.  "But I can dream, can't I?"

"And more.  What grade will you be in when school starts again?"

"The fourth."

"You're tall for a fourth grader, Natty."

"I know.  Mom told me that my dad was tall."

Sam had met a few parents at neighborhood parties.  Several houses were
manless.  Their women eyed him speculatively.  One of them was Natty's 
mother.

That one came down the back porch and onto the driveway.  "Hi, Sam.  
Could I ask a favor?  Will you look after Natty while I go shopping?

"No problem, Marcy.  It's Sunday, and I'll be here all afternoon."

As Marcy backed her car into the street, Natty fumed.  "I don't want a 
baby sitter, Sam!"

"You're hardly a baby.  Your mom just doesn't want you running wild in 
the neighborhood."

"I don't run wild!"

"You know what I mean.  It's a safety issue."

The girl's eyes were thoughtful.  "Am I safe with you, Sam?"

"Absolutely.  How about wiping the bugs off that headlight?"


* * *


A month later, after the school season began, Sam found himself asked to
babysit Natty from three, when she left school, to six, when Marcy 
arrived home from work.

"I really appreciate this, Sam," Marcy said to the young man, only a few
years younger than she.  "If there's anything I can do for you, just 
ask."

"Anything?" he asked, deliberately coy.

Her chin rose a fraction.  "I mean it."

"Do you?"  Here was his opening.  He stroked the woman's upper arm.

She looked down at the hand gently squeezing her bicep and blushed.  
"Natty will be asleep by eleven.  Will you be?"

"No, but I might be in bed."

Turning abruptly, she rushed to her porch but cast a smoldering glance 
back at him before entering the house.

Sam grinned after her, believing he would get laid that night, sometime
after eleven o'clock.  He hadn't fucked in four months, since his last 
little sweetie pie had moved away.  Grown women were not his preferred 
dish, but they weren't to be disparaged either.  They had the right 
equipment, if a bit too much to suit.  Marcy was a slender woman whose 
face was still fresh, although she must be approaching thirty.

Sam showered and shaved.  He went out to buy a bottle of Chablis, which
he chilled in his fridge.  He had condoms, but he hoped that Marcy was 
on the pill.  Flesh in flesh was so much nicer.  He waited impatiently.

Marcy knocked on his back door five minutes after eleven.

"Come in," he said, stepping back.

She passed him and looked around as he turned on the overhead light.  
"Thank you for keeping it dark in back," she said, looking up at him.  
"I'm not the first girl on your back porch, am I?"

"On this back porch you are.  I have some wine and cheese."

"Just a glass of wine, please."

The woman was only a few inches taller than her daughter, but one would
not mistake her for a child.  The pretty face was clearly adult.

They sat together on the couch with wine glasses in hand.  They both 
knew what was going to happen, but Sam was in no hurry.  Certainty 
builds confidence.

"It must be difficult raising a child by yourself," he said, making 
conversation.

"I've never been married.  Jack ran off after I got pregnant."

"I can't imagine why, Marcy.  You're a lovely woman."

"He didn't want the responsibility.  It's that simple."

"Maybe you'll find another guy, someone more decent."

"I don't want a husband, Sam.  I've adjusted to the way I'm living, and
I'm comfortable with it."

"But it must be difficult."

"Of course it is.  I haven't dated since before Natty was born."

That deliberate revelation opened the matter of sex, Sam thought.  "Do 
you miss being with a man?" he asked, placing his glass on a side table.

"Jack was the only guy I've ever known, and then just for a couple of 
months."

Sam took her glass and placed it on the side table.

"You were a virgin?" he asked, touching her cheek.

"Yeah.  I got knocked up in pain and gave birth in pain.  It's not 
fair."

"Have you never experienced pleasure?"

"Not with Jack."

"I might do better."  He cupped her breast through her blouse and kissed
her lips.

"Please take charge," she gasped against his neck after the long kiss.

"You must tell me what you want, Marcy," he said fondling the breast.

"I think ... I'd like it rough."


* * *


Marcy did not react properly when he licked her lithe body, even her 
clit.  No climax rewarded her during the long subsequent fuck.

"You don't enjoy sex?" he asked her as they cuddled and semen oozed from
her groin.

"I relish this, Sam -- you holding me.  You're free to use my body."

"Don't you touch yourself, Marcy?"

"Not really.  I've done it two or three times just as experiments, but 
nothing ever happened."

"It's a pity," Sam remarked, "but I suppose some women are not 
responsive."

"I like men, Sam.  I've even ogled some.  But what I really want is the
feeling of strong arms holding me safely."

"Why's that?"

"I was never safe as a child, Sam.  Mom had all those boyfriends who 
stank of beer and groped me.  I was just a kid, seven years old the 
first time."

"They didn't try to do anything more than touch you?"

"No, Mom had a gun."

"Let's work on this, Marcy.  I'm not into psychology, but I think you're
capable of orgasm under the right circumstances."

"You're a writer, Sam."  She smiled.  "Think of me as one of your 
characters.  What will I do next?"

They cuddled and kissed for about half an hour until Sam's cock swelled
again.

"Are you relaxed?" he asked.

"Yes.  Use me as you wish."

"But what do you want, Marcy?  What would give you pleasure?"

"Suck my boobs hard."

Sam did so, one after the other.  His lips popped on the flesh.  Her 
nipples protruded.  She began to squirm and moan.  He mounted her and 
pushed.  Now she was wet.

Marcy produced tiny, snuffling cries.  Her lips twisted as he pounded 
her violently.  Whiny gasp responded to his deep thrusts.  Her wetness 
increased until his thrusts squished audibly, accompanying the slap of 
flesh against flesh.

"Sam!" Marcy cried.

He looked down at the once-pretty face.  Her mouth gaped, baring her 
teeth.

"Sam!" she cried again as a powerful climax consumed her.  She emitted 
an uneven series of squeaks and gasps that lasted perhaps fifteen 
seconds.  Sam let himself go, feeling triumphant in having aroused a 
cold woman to climax.  He spewed as he kissed her lips.

"Good god!" she murmured when her breathing eased.  "I can't believe 
what just happened."

"You may be sore."

"I was after Jack took my virginity."

"A different sore.  I was thumping your cervix."

"Oh, god, I know!"


* * *


"You told me you didn't want a husband," Sam said to her two weeks 
later, "which is why I haven't mentioned it."

Marcy was transformed.  She now achieved climax every time with him.  "I
can't lose you," she pleaded, kissing his bare shoulder.

"I'm too young to get married, Marcy.  I'm only twenty-four."

"Maybe not marriage, Sam.  Just stay with me."

"You're asking for a commitment, Marcy.  I'm not ready for that.  I want
to go with other girls."

"I'll allow it, Sam, if you stay with me.  You can even have Natty, if 
you want.  Just stay with me!"

Marcy was hysterical, but Sam nearly chuckled.  His purpose in raising 
this issue had been to involve the daughter.  A similar ploy had 
succeeded with his previous amour.

"Natty?" he asked, studying Marcy's face.

"I know how you look at her, licking your lips.  And hug her.  It's not
very fatherly, Sam."

"I don't feel like her father.  What do you mean, I can have her?"

The woman sighed.  "I'm an awful mother, I guess.  But you are so 
considerate, Sam.  I don't think you'll hurt her."

Sam fucked the woman again, and she shrieked while clawing his 
shoulders.


* * *


Over several weeks Natty had become his affectionate, chatty pal.  She 
invited his hugs and avuncular kisses.  She did not wince, much less 
protest, when he placed a hand on her belly, chest or thigh.

The next day Sam sat down beside the girl before the TV and pulled her 
into an embrace.  His other hand stroked her soft thigh from the knee to
the hem of her shorts.

"What are you watching?" he asked.

"Mostly commercials."

"Then turn the set off so we can talk."

She fingered the remote and the screen went black.

"Talk about what?" she asked.

"Touching and kissing.  We've been doing that, Natty.  I'd like to do it
a lot more."

She grinned slyly.  "You want to feel me up?"

"Yeah, and kiss you all over."

"Sure, Sam.  I've heard older girls talk.  It's supposed to be fun."

He pulled the young girl close for a serious kiss.  After hesitating, 
she met the tip of his tongue with hers.  He inserted his hand beneath 
the T-shirt and scarcely found nipples, but her torso was well-fleshed 
over her ribs.

"That's for starters," he said.  "Your mom will be home soon."

"We still have a few minutes!" Natty protested.

"Tomorrow we'll have more time."

Sam cupped her groin.  Natty's eyes grew large and her mouth opened, 
then she grinned.

"Just another kiss," she demanded.


* * *


Marcy had achieved three orgasms during the preceding forty minutes -- 
three to Sam's one.

"Females have a tremendous advantage in that department," he remarked to
her as he lay on his back.  "Can girls as young as Natty come off?"

"How would I know, Sam?  You gave me my first one, and I'm almost 
thirty.  Is that what you want to do with Natty?"

"Do you mind?  I won't penetrate the kid."

"What have you two been doing?"

"Just a few minutes of kissing and touching earlier today.  You told me
that I could have her.  You weren't specific."

"It's better you don't have intercourse with her, Sam.  Your prick is 
thick.  Wait until she's larger."

"Then I assume you don't object to me undressing her and licking on her
snatch.  Will you let her sleep over with me tomorrow night?"

"No, Sam.  That would be too obvious.  I don't want her to know that I 
know."

"I understand, Marcy."

Sam reached a hand to palm her left breast then he kissed her shoulder.

"Are you ready for some more?" he asked.

"Oh, god yes!  Please don't ever leave me!"


* * *


Natty lay upon the bed nude, despite her seeming dismay at the prospect.
Her long thighs and calves were nicely fleshed and shapely.  "It feels 
funny being naked."

"Before a man?" Sam asked sympathetically.

"Before anyone."

"You've been naked for the doctor."

"And it felt funny."  She smiled.  "How do you feel up a girl, Sam?"

"Mainly you touch her sensitive spots."

"Between the legs?"

"And other places.  Are you nervous?"

"Not really.  Do you want to have sex with me, Sam?"

"You're still too young, Natty.  I just want to kiss you all over."  He
knelt over her as he spoke.

Her eyes rounded.  "Will you get naked too?"

"Not today, not for a while."

"It's okay, I guess," she said with a sigh and raised her hands behind 
her head.

He chuckled.  "I like that gesture.  It says you're all mine."

"I guess I am."

Her chest was flat as a boy's.  She scarcely had nipples, but the rest 
of her well-fleshed torso excited him.  Her pudendum was devoid even of
pin hairs.  He kissed her with an ardor that she gradually returned.

Over the next twenty minutes he explored her flesh with both hands.  
Turning the girl on her stomach, he fondled her backside.  The perky 
buttocks excited him.

"Is this fun for you?" Natty asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Don't you enjoy it?"

"I like you touching me, Sam."

Sam found the backs of her long legs magnificent.  He licked them until
they glistened.

"Roll over, darling," he told her, and she did.

He parted the labia and inspected a virgin pussy for the third time in 
his life.  His tongue touched the hymeneal perforation.

Natty squirmed.  "That tickles!"

When his mouth moved to her clit hood, she cried, "Oh, that feels good!"

Unlike her mother, Natty was noisily orgasmic from the start.  She 
whined loudly for the duration of her orgasm.

Afterwards, they cuddled.  Sam caressed her body with his free hand.  He
wavered in his promise to Marcy that he wouldn't fuck the girl until she
was larger.  Natty was almost as large as the woman, but he realized, 
the girl was not psychologically ready for intercourse.  She might 
shrink in fear at sight of his cock.

"Do it again, please," Natty whispered against his neck.


* * *


Sam gave Natty pleasure almost every day from then on.  A week later he
too undressed.  The young girl squealed in awe at the sight of his erect
cock.

She asked. "How does it work?"

Sam explained in clinical detail.

Natty played with the cock -- flipping it back and forth and jacking it.
But soon the novelty wore off.

"Will you lick on me, please?" she asked.

Sam was content to fondle and lick the girl's soft body.  He did not 
persuade her to whack him off or suck his knob.  Marcy would take care 
of him, after she returned from work.

They lay naked on the bed for two hours.  Sam gave Natty three orgasms.
She stared into his face in wonder after the first, but her eyes glazed
over after the third.

Sam could not wait for Marcy.  He whacked his cock while holding 
sleeping Natty in his other arm.  Her cute face and immature torso 
inspired him.  At climax Sam pressed his cock to her pudendum and slimed
her prodigiously.


* * *


"I have a niece, Sam," Marcy told him after she recovered from a 
tremendous orgasm.  "She's coming to stay with me, because my brother 
has pulled three to five for a sexual offense."

"What did he do?"

"The girl was seventeen, but she looked older."

"Three to five for doing a seventeen year old?  That's crazy."

"It's the law, Sam.  You'd get life, if anyone found out about you and 
Natty."

"We just play together naked, for Christ's sake.  Natty is not 
interested in my cock."

"Whether you dick her or not, the crime is still the same."

"Then I should fuck her and suffer the consequences?"

"Natty is only ten years old, Sam.  Even if she's tall for her age, I 
don't think she's ready for real sex."

"I agree, Marcy, but your daughter is powerfully alluring."

"She'll keep you with me, Sam."

"You're always saying that, Marcy.  Don't you have any self respect?  
You're the best fuck of my life."

"But you don't love me."

"I haven't discovered love yet, darling.  Give it time."

"About my niece, Sam, she's not a virgin.  I think that complicates our
arrangement."

"How old is she?"

"Twelve."

"Who did her first?"

"My brother, her father.  She's never had another guy."

"I see.  That's something to ponder, Marcy.  I'm a young stud, but three
girls would test my limits."

"Gwen might not take to you like me and Natty, Sam. Don't jump to 
conclusions."


* * *


Natty was hostile to Gwen from the start.  The older girl was prettier 
than she and had tidy boobs.

"Can I live with you Sam?" Natty asked.  "I don't want to be around 
her."

"I don't want to lose my independence, dear.  I like to bring girls home
at times."

"When's the last time, Sam?  You fuck Mom almost every night."

"You know?"

"I'm not stupid!  Now there's Gwen!  She's old enough for you to fuck 
too."

"I'll fuck you, after you get larger, Natty.  Don't be jealous of Gwen.
I don't even know her."

"But you will!  She'll take over!"

The young girl was on the verge of hysteria.  Sam cuddled her, and she 
sobbed against his shoulder.

They were naked in bed.  Sam's hard cock poked at the girl's near thigh.
Marcy allowed butt fucking, cock sucking and regular sex whenever he 
asked.  He had only to go next door for it. But Natty needed him at that
time.

"You're just a little girl," Sam said against her cheek.

"I'm not so small."

"No, you aren't."

Sam began a familiar routine of licking Natty's soft flesh.  He lingered
with a tongue on one of her inner thighs high up.  Then he ate her out.

In the midst of her climax, he draped the ten year old with his body, 
and his fat cock ripped the girl's hymen.  He penetrated fully.

Natty grimaced in pain beneath his chest, but she did not cry or 
complain.  Despite the discomfort, she was ecstatic.  Sam was hers, she
thought.  She now had a large advantage over Gwen, the newcomer.

Sam spewed into the child, grunting.  He felt so guilty, yet savored the
experience.  He pulled out.

"Are you all right, darling?" he asked.

"I love you, Sam.  I loved your hurt."

"Jesus!" he exclaimed.  "What's going to come of this?"


* * *


Gwen was not a conquest.  Though not yet a confirmed slut, she was a 
girl who liked cocks.  Sam fucked her when his two other females were 
off shopping.  But they knew.

She possessed pert, adolescent tits which were not large enough to 
jiggle even if she jumped up and down.  Scraggly hairs adorned her sex.

Her long thighs excited Sam, and he dwelt on them with his mouth, before
eating the girl out.

Gwen fucked upward to meet his thrusts.  She was experienced, unlike 
Natty, who only gazed into Sam's face in wonder as he filled her up with 
a fat cock.  Yet Natty's orgasmic responses were more genuine than 
Gwen's.  He suspected that the new girl faked it.  Still, her immature 
tits were a delight, and Sam loved to suck on them.


* * *


Another girl appeared.  Gwen had brought her home.  Sam learned that 
Gwen swung both ways after hearing their boisterous cries in Marcy's 
house.

Marcy was embarrassed by the sounds.

"They may be tickling," she suggested.

"I've tickled you like that many times," He responded.

"They're just kids, Sam!"

"I've fucked Gwen a dozen times since she moved in with you, Marcy, and
you know it.  Why should we be disturbed if the girl likes it getting on
with another girl?"

"It's unnatural!"

"Most guys would differ, Marcy.  A pretty girl on another pretty girl is
a real turn on.  What's unnatural is a grown guy having sex with another
adult male."

"What about an androgynous young boy, Sam?"

"That's entirely different.  I'd have sex with such a boy, if he fell 
onto my lap."

"You wouldn't seduce a boy?"

"No, Marcy, nor an underage girl.  Natty and Gwen have in a sense fallen
onto my lap."

"And into your bed.  I can understand you fucking Gwen, Sam, because 
she's a born slut even at twelve.  But Natty is another matter.  She's 
only ten, and she's no longer a virgin.  You promised me you 
wouldn't do it."

"Be serious, Marcy!  Do you think I could cuddle a lovely naked girl on
my bed almost every day for months and not eventually fuck her?  You're
the one who made a promise.  You told me I could have her, if I would 
stay with you."

"I shouldn't have said that, Sam.  What's happening is very wrong."

The spat was interrupted by the noise of Gwen and her friend descending
the stairs.  Sam saw the new girl for the first time.  The sight of her
emptied his lungs of air like a belly punch.  She was beautiful beyond 
description.

"Sam, this is Demi." Gwen said, after they entered the kitchen.

Sam was speechless.  His jaw fell.  The girl moved with the natural 
grace of a top model.  Raven hair accentuated a delicate, pale face.  
She appeared to be about twelve years old.  Her young body was absolute
perfection.

"Hello, Sam," she said.  "Gwen has told me about you."  Her poise and 
confidence were extraordinary for a pubescent girl.  "She says you write
stories.  That is so divine!"

He was taken aback.  "'Divine?'"

"Definitely.  You give people life as the gods once did to populate the
earth.  You must find it fascinating."

He chuckled.  "I've sometimes thought writing is as close to divinity as
a man can get."

"It's a start.  Could you show me your work?"

"Yes, of course.  When can you come to visit me?"

"Right now, if it's convenient."

Gwen said with evident displeasure, "You're going over there just to 
_read_?"

Demi's eyes twinkled.  "Reading is so inspirational, don't you think, 
Sam?"

"Indeed I do.  You're welcome too, Gwen.  And you, Marcy."

But only Demi followed him across the driveways.  He asked admiringly as
he motioned her to precede him through his back door, "Were you always 
so precocious?"

"Always!" she declared with a smile.

"How old are you, please?"

"I'm in the sixth grade at Gwen's school.  She and I have more in common
than the other students."

"Do you?"  He studied her bland expression.  "I've seen no evidence of 
it."

She chuckled.  "Let's get that out of the way."

She came to him directly.  A strong sweet scent, reminiscent of 
gardenias, filled his nose.  The hair rose on the back of his neck and 
suddenly his cock was painfully hard.  "Undress me, Sam," she commanded
softly.

"You are no child," he said but hastened to obey.  She wore nothing 
under her school uniform.  Concurrently her hands attacked his clothing
around and between his extended arms.  They enclosed his dick, curiously
soothing it.  Her shallow breasts were crowned by nipples surprisingly 
pink despite her two sets of rich black hair.  She dropped to her knees
and sucked him into her mouth deeper and deeper.  He watched in 
dumbfounded amazement as her nose burrowed into his pubes.  A youthful 
mouth had never before taken his entire six and a half inches.

"No child," he breathed.

She giggled, rising to her feet.  "Now we're ready, Sam."

She caught his shoulders with her arms and jumped.  Her knees enwrapped
his hips.  Somehow he found himself ensheathed within her without 
guidance.

She rolled her groin once and gasped.  "Sam!  My god, Sam!"  Her eyes 
were huge on his.

"What --" he began, staggering back but easily retaining her light 
weight.

"You are wonderful, Sam -- indeed a god!"  She ground her breasts into 
his chest.  They seemed thicker, firmer.  He stared down at them as she
crushed him with arms and legs, forcing him deeper.  Suddenly her tongue
was in his mouth.  Her spit was ... pungently aromatic, sweeter than 
strawberries.  He sucked it avidly, swallowing.  Something was squeezing
his dick rhythmically.  Helplessly his semen exploded into her.

She sagged in his arms, head lolling.  He staggered to the couch and 
dropped her onto it.  Her arms and legs flailed once and bounced to 
stillness.

"Good god almighty!" he began, trying to find words to describe the most
powerful -- if shortest -- fuck of his life.  But ...

Her body slid slowly down until she lay sideways on the couch, bent at 
the groin, both legs dangling to the floor.  Her inner thighs glistened
wetly.  Her eyes were closed and her chest did not rise.  His jaw 
dropped.  Her breasts had grown incredibly, now twice as large as 
Marcy's thirty-year-old mammaries of motherhood.  The nipples, darker 
now, jutted out half an inch from each.

His finger went to her neck.  He felt no pulse.

Dazedly he keyed 911 into his telephone.

A hard female voice ordered, "State the nature of the emergency."

"A girl ... Demi ... I think she's dead."

"When did it happen?"

"Just now."

"At 535 Farrington Drive?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"State your name."

"Sam Dearborn."

"Have you had CPR training?"

"Uh, no."

"Then don't try to revive her.  You might put a blanket over her.  The 
medics are on the way."

Only as he hung up the telephone did Sam think of escape.  With a sigh 
of resignation, he began to don his discarded clothing.


* * *


Sam was arrested, charged with manslaughter and rape of a minor child, 
booked and put into the county holding cells awaiting his bail hearing.
The jailer might have locked him into a private cell instead, as men 
charged with rape usually were before bail, but he particularly hated 
child fuckers.  "Here's one for you guys," he said as he shoved Sam 
through the door into a large cell containing 23 other unfortunates.  
"Take care of him, will you?  He raped and killed a little girl."

At first the inmates crowded away from him, leaving him alone next to 
the barred door as it clanged shut.  Sam had a sinking feeling that 
quickly proved to be well justified.  Big men swept up on either side 
and grabbed his arms.  "We gonna show you what it feels like," one 
shouted.

Sam looked desperately over his shoulder but the jailer was long gone.
The bottom half of his jail suit was ripped away.  He was bent over the
cold stainless-steel sink.  "Gimme the soap," somebody shouted.  A 
moment later Sam's asshole was violated painfully and irresistibly.  He
struggled vainly until the pounding in his bottom reached a crescendo.
A moment's relief terminated in another painful insertion.  He soon lost
count of the number of dicks.

Something smelling of piss poked his lips and chin.  He opened his eyes
upon a big, circumcised cockhead and raised his head to stare up at the
owner.  He shouted above the clamor, "I'll bite off any dick that gets 
in my mouth."

"Oh, yeah?  We can fix that, Mr. Chicken Hawk."  The man stooped.  Sam 
had one glimpse of a huge fist swinging toward him, replaced by a shower
of stars as something struck him in the mouth with unimaginable power.
For a second he was floating.  A sharper blow to the side of his head 
was the last thing he knew.


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