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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Spring, 2008


Chapter 6: _Constance and Jason_


When Natty went downstairs for lunch, Sam got out of bed and dressed in
Sean's discarded clothing.  Realizing he didn't know where the lad 
lived, he simply transferred him back to the municipal basketball court
-- and immediately caused a problem.

A game was in progress.  A much older boy dribbled the ball over top of
Sean and knocked him down.  Of course it seemed different to the 
dribbler, who tripped and stumbled but instantly whirled.  "What the 
hell, kid?  Wha'd you tackle me for?"

"Sorry," Sam mumbled, getting up and slinking off the court.  The big 
boy came after him huffily but turned away when one of his friends 
declared, "Dammit, Joe, let it go and take your shot!"

Sam slipped through the fence and relaxed his control of Sean's mind.  
The boy staggered and sat on a bench, looking wildly around.

"What --  Who --" he mumbled then, "Holy shit, what a cool dream!"  His
hand went to his crotch.  Unsatisfied with contact through cloth, it 
darted under the elastic of his shorts.  "Can't believe I dreamed of 
fucking a little girl!  Wonder how old she was."

He glanced at the short shadows.  It was almost lunchtime.  "God, Mom'll
kill me!"  Jumping up, he ran down the street.

Sam withdrew from the lad's mind.  Suddenly he was curious.  _Pester, 
you still here?_

_Sure am.  Mostly you're doing fine.  I love it when you come._

_You can feel that?_

_The same way you feel it in the guys you snatch._

He blinked.  _Does that mean you've snatched _me_?_

_Huh!  I wish I could at least bend you a little.  You should've looked 
around first before you put that lad back into a crowd._

_I guess so.  But it's too late now._

_Why'd you call me?  What's on your mind?_

_A question.  Where do I go when I completely leave a body, like now?_

_Back to your own body on Olympus, of course._

_Oh.  I guess that makes sense.  Why don't I wake up on Olympus?_

_You could if you wanted to.  When are you going to snatch a girl?_

_Huh?  I already did: Marcy and Natty._

_Yeah, but I mean run her while she gets her pussy stuffed._

_Well ... I sort of did with Marcy._

He had the distinct impression of a nymph's sniff.  _You only jerked her
off.  You didn't exactly pay attention when she came.  Why not?_

_It didn't feel right -- fingering a rubbery little nub!_

_Just be glad it wasn't in the bottom of her throat.  I can't finger 
mine, you know._

_I get it: you want to see how it feels to a human female.  Why don't you
take over Marcy tonight?_

_You think I wouldn't have already if I could?_

_You can't?_

He felt the equivalent of a sigh.  _Only the gods and demigods can do 
that._

_If you say so.  I'm about to try something new.  I went to a beach in 
California last year.  Can I transfer that far?_

_You think it's farther than Mt. Olympus?_

_I guess not.  Alright, here goes._

Nothing happened.  The scene around him -- a city sidewalk with a 
running boy vanishing in the distance -- never changed.  _I guess it's 
too far._

_Not too far.  I'll bet you're trying to go to last summer when you're 
already there._

_Oh._  What was the difference?  Maybe if he carefully didn't imagine 
the exact scene, no little girl wearing a purple bikini ...  In a blink 
he was on a beach, already well populated even though the sun had 
suddenly fallen halfway down the eastern sky.

He looked around.  Between him and the water children gamboled in the 
surf.  He centered on a giggling girl, running gleefully in and out of 
the waves, chased by a smaller boy.  Her face was round and girlishly 
lovely with a small button nose and rosebud lips.  Her bikini top 
clasped a flat chest, but her thighs and calves were exquisitely formed,
both for art and sex.  She couldn't have been older than eleven.  Her 
golden head would rise just to his chest had he stood near her in his 
old flesh.

She gathered with a family that included the younger boy and a young 
girl who had started a sand castle.  Presumably it was Mom and Dad, the
latter a formidably built fellow, who lounged on folding chaises nearby.

Sam slipped into the father's mind without exerting control.  The man's
belly felt empty.  He said to the woman beside him, "Damn it, Nell, you
know I'm a growing boy."

"Yeah.  It grows too often."

He chuckled.  "I'm hungry."

"You eat too much, John."

"No, I don't, not anymore.  This diet won't work."

"It will if you give it a chance."

"Give it a chance?  Like I gave you the chance for oral sex?"

"Shut up, John!  They'll hear you."

"There you go, worrying over nothing.  They won't understand.  Any more
than you do."

"What don't I understand?  That you like to do perverted things?"

He laughed.  "It's not perverted after the first time.  As I recall it,
your first time -- with me, at least -- was on the balcony at Jamie's 
party.  You were a lot freer with your favors then.  And you didn't 
spit, either."

"I didn't have children to worry about."

The golden-haired girl approached.  "Daddy, I'm hungry."

"That tears it," said the man decisively.  He got to his feet and began
folding his chair.  "I'm taking the kids to breakfast."

Sam resolved to have this child, an eleven year old who had sexy thighs
but a young and innocent face.  After they picked up blankets and toys,
she ran on ahead.  His host's gaze lingered on her perky butt and the 
luscious backs of her smooth thighs.

_He loves his daughter_, Pester thought.

_So do I.  Ha!  Her bikini sags.  Must be new.  You can see her slit 
when she walks._

_And he's watching it fold and unfold._  The nymph giggled.  _I have to 
raise my tail to tempt a satyr like that._

They entered a beach house where the mother began to crack eggs into a
frying pan.

"Can I help?" asked the older girl.

"Not yet, Constance.  You're only ten, you know.  Spattering grease 
might burn you.  Wait another year."

Only ten!  Sam plotted his greatest pedophilic score.  Constance's young
body and pretty face would be his to enjoy that night, and he would take
them with her father's cock.

He detached from the man and slipped into the girl's mind long enough to
know it.  She ate with the hearty appetite of a morning in salt air, 
bringing forkfuls of tasty eggs to her mouth with her right hand.  To 
Sam's surprise, he distinctly felt an itch at the bottom of her belly.
Her left forefinger slipped under the table inside her bikini bottom and
scratched -- no, _rubbed_ -- the irritated spot.  A sweet warmth spread
in her belly.  He took full control long enough to make the finger probe
deeper.  Oh, yes, still a virgin despite having discovered a use for her
clit.  When he released control, she produced an inadvertent gasp and 
held up her finger for inspection.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked her father.

"Uh, s-something bit me."

"Maybe a sand flea.  Want me to kiss it and make it well?"

The girl grinned widely.  "I wish you could."

He chuckled.  "On your bottom, eh?  You'll have to ask your Mom."

"John!" cried the woman, glaring at him.

Detaching completely, Sam looked around the cottage.  It had three 
bedrooms, two with double beds and one with twins.  As he hoped, the 
middle one without its own bathroom contained, hanging in the closet, 
clothes that would fit Constance.  He imaged the little girl lying on 
the double bed in the dark, chest heaving regularly, and stepped forward
in time into a dark scene barely lit by seepage from a night light in 
the second bathroom.  She lay asleep just as he had imagined.  An LED 
clock indicated a few minutes after midnight.

Next door John was asleep beside his snoring wife's dumpy body.  Sam 
slipped into his mind and took full control.  His eyes flew open and he
rose naked from the bed.  Wincing at the creaking floor, he walked 
silently as possible to Constance's room.  His wife continued to snore.

Gently he drew the bed sheet off the child's body.  She was sleeping on
her back in a flannel gown that had risen above her waist.  Dimly he 
could see the hairless slit between her legs and the narrow V of the 
clitoris.

He took a knee in each hand and gently parted her legs.  Her night 
breathing changed.  He knelt on the bed, leaned forward and began to 
lick her vulva, savoring the initial strong odor of little girl piss, 
occasionally stroking the clit.  Whenever he touched it she shuddered.
He glanced up over the line of her round belly.  She had propped her 
head in her hand and was watched him with huge eyes.

He whispered, "Doesn't it feel good, honey?"

"Oh, wow, Daddy!" she answered in a matching whisper.  "Won't Mama be 
mad?"

"Listen to her."

The girl giggled.

With a chuckle he kept licking, swiping the clit more frequently.  She 
began to whimper.  His hand rose to cover her mouth, which silenced her
until rolling hips announced the approach of climax.  She moaned nasally
and he stroked her furiously.  When her hips twisted sideways he backed
away and wiped his face on the sheet.

When her panting subsided, she said, "Oh, Daddy!"

"Did my honey like having her snatch licked?"

"Don't you call it a pussy?"

"If you wish.  Was it good?"

The girl sighed.  "The best thing I ever felt.  I love you, Daddy."

"Do you want to return the favor?"

"How?  Do you have one too?"

"Have a --"  He laughed.  "No, dear, but I have something you might like
to suck."

"I've heard about that."  Quickly she rose up in the bed.  When her 
nightie fell down around her hips, she impatiently threw it off over her
head.  "Where is it?"

"Right here."  He leaned back, thrusting his erection toward her face.

"Oh, wow, that's so _big_!  Isn't it supposed to go in me down ... in my
pussy?"

"Yes, and it will soon, but just now ..."

He caught her golden head in both heads and drew it down to his member,
whose eye gleamed with a bead of clear lubricant.  Her lips parted and 
enclosed the knob.

"Suck and rub it with your tongue."

She obeyed.  Air leaks slurped around it.

"Come here."  He fell backward, caught her hips and pivoted her bodily 
around until a cool little-girl thigh pressed each of his facial cheeks.
His kisses on the velvet skin caused her to giggle nasally.

The girl was sucking hard, her mouth working like an accomplished whore.
Sam conceived no reason to hold back.  She choked on the first squirt, a
thick sound deep in her throat, but he continued to ejaculate until 
John's balls were empty.  At last he raised her head off him and drew it
up his chest, spinning her around again.

Her eyes were huge, her mouth wide open but admitting no breath.  A 
white fluid drooled thickly over her chin.  He applied his mouth to hers
and sucked powerfully.  A glob of semen rushed onto his tongue.  As 
their mouths separated, she coughed then sneezed, spraying him with his
own effluent.

Her hand went to her mouth.  "Oh Daddy, I'm sorry."

"Can you breathe all right now?"

"Wow!  You come a _lot_, don't you, Daddy?"

"Well, I haven't had the opportunity lately."

"You mean Mama doesn't ..."

"No, she doesn't."

"Oh, Daddy!  Then I'll be your wife."

"If you could, you'd be the sweetest wife I ever had.  Lay down here and
let me kiss you all over."

She obeyed with alacrity but paused to listen to the continued snoring 
next door.  "Will you lick my pussy again?"

"Yes, and then I'll do better."

"I'm glad she's mean to you, Daddy."  Constance twisted her torso to 
enfold her father's significant cock in one small hand.

"I love you, precious," he responded, bending to suckle a nubbin that 
was not yet a tit.  Sam was her man -- the one who tongued baby soft 
thighs and first tasted the hairless pussy and musty anus.  He brought 
her to another climax before taking cock in hand.  John's member was 
longer and thicker than his own had been when Sam was alive.  That was 
too bad.

"It'll hurt, darling," Sam said though her father's mouth as he rose 
above the young girl's body.  "Put your hand over your mouth so you 
don't scream."

Positioning himself carefully, he ripped into his daughter's small body,
obliterating her hymen.  She issued one loud nasal squeak but only 
squirmed at each succeeding stroke.

He took pity on her, not wishing to scar her mentally for life.  He 
withdrew and sat beside her.

"Did you come again?" she asked.

"You would've felt it."

"Don't you want to?"

"I don't want to keep on hurting you."

"It stings, Daddy," she noted aggrievedly.  "I thought it was supposed 
to feel good."  Her body writhed, apparently still in pain.

"It will feel good after you heal up, even better than a tongue."

"Oh, Daddy!  When will that be?"

"A week or so."

He leaned down and put his tongue to her vulva again, now tasting blood.
Soon her writhing ceased.  "That feels better," she admitted, "but I 
don't think I can come either."

He backed away.  "Do you have a hairbrush?"

"In the end table."

He rose, opened the drawer cautiously, brought out the brush and gave it
to her.  "Its handle is plausible."

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"Nothing.  You might tell your mother you used it."

She was silent a moment.  "You'd get in trouble if I told her it was 
you."

"Bad trouble.  They'd take me away."

"Oh, Daddy.  Kiss me, will you?"

Afterwards he returned to the side of the snoring wife and let his host
go back to sleep.

The next morning John awoke to Nell's shrieks after she discovered the 
bloody sheet and her daughter's violation.  The woman exclaimed 
dramatically, "She raped herself with a hairbrush.  I can't believe 
these kids nowadays!"

John listened with wide eyes, reliving an incredible dream so vivid it 
was a perfect memory.  He drew up the sheet to conceal his sudden 
hard-on.


* * *


Thinking to surprise Natty, Sam searched ahead and entered Sean's mind 
as it awakened.  The boy lay naked in bed.  Bright morning light flooded
the room.  His hand was grasping a little cock that was firmly erect 
despite or perhaps because of a full bladder.

Sam took control and paused to listen.  He heard elsewhere in the house
the heavy breathing associated with partly clogged nostrils.  A clock on
the bedside table read 9:12.  He stood the boy up and transferred him 
across the street into the bathroom next to Natty's bedroom, where he 
released a thick stream into the toilet.  The falling water was loud in
the quiet house.

He heard bare feet in the hall.  "Sean!" was the glad cry.  Small arms 
went around him from behind, causing one yellow spurt to miss the bowl.

"Take it easy unless you want a wet floor."

The girl, wearing only a hip-length T-shirt emblazoned _Lovey-Dovey_, 
stood beside him to watch as he finished.  "Gwen said her boyfriend let
her paint with his."

"Paint?  Oh, yeah.  I had a girlfriend once who liked to do that.  Huh!
When I took over Sean just now he was about to jerk off.  I saved it for
you."

"Who was he thinking of?"

"I can't read minds.  It might have been you."

"I hope so.  Did you stay with Mom last night?"

"Um, no."

"Then she hasn't talked to you.  You didn't read yesterday's newspaper."

"Newspaper?"

"You ought to read it, Sam.  It's downstairs.  Come on."

He followed her down to the kitchen.  She pointed to the newspaper.  
"Would you like a coke."

He decided that Sean was thirsty and said, "Sure," as he sat at the 
table.  The front of the second section was open.  His own -- that is, 
Sam's -- face stared at him with eyes like a doe's in headlights.  He 
decided it must be his mug shot from the arrest.

The article had two headlines.  In larger bold type appeared, 
_Courthouse Mystery_, followed by smaller type: _Series of Killings 
Baffles Police_.  He squared up the paper and began reading.

[Newspaper Font]
Thursday afternoon, by Jim Hendrix and the Herald staff

Samuel Parker Dearborn, photo above, was arrested Thursday in his own 
bedroom while standing over the naked corpse of a young girl, estimated
age 12.  City police charged him with manslaughter and rape of a child 
under 16 and booked him into the county jail, where he was committed to
the holding tank.  He said the girl's name was Demi but would say no 
more.  At press time her full name and address were not known.  Her body
was consigned to the morgue by rescue van but strangely never arrived 
there.  Rescue personnel were at a loss to explain how it vanished along
with the photographs taken of it.

Meanwhile Ira Chasting, chief jailer at the courthouse, for reasons 
known only to himself entered the holding tank with Dearborn, locked the
door behind himself and apparently threw the keys into the corridor 
outside the large cell, at that time containing 23 men in addition to 
Dearborn and himself.  A full scale riot ensued, in which Chasting, 
Dearborn, and three other men were killed, and 19 of the 20 others 
injured to varying extents, several serious enough to require 
hospitalization.  One man, Avery Smith, charged with vagrancy, escaped 
uninjured from the cell but not the jail.

Deputies were eating supper at this time.  When they returned and 
discovered the carnage, they called for reinforcements and transferred 
the seriously injured under guard to local hospitals.  Smith was found
wandering in the halls and returned to a cell.  He claimed not to recall
the riot or how he escaped it.

Police want to know what happened to the girl's body, why Dearborn, a 
suspected child rapist, was put in the holding tank when empty cells 
were available and in particular why Chasting happened to enter the tank
himself.  Chief Berrigan admits he's never seen anything like it and 
declares, "A full scale investigation is in progress."

A list of inmates involved in the riot appears on page 6B.

[Normal Font]
Sam looked up to find the girl studying him.  She said, "You caused all
that, didn't you?"

He returned her accusing gaze.  "Did your Mom tell you about Olympus?"

"I didn't understand that part."

"The cause of that mess, the prime cause, was the goddess Demeter, who 
had taken over Demi -- more likely created her -- to have an adventure 
on Earth.  Then She ran into me.  She said ... my loving was so strong 
She couldn't stand it.  I guess that was a compliment.  Anyway, when She
came, She just died.  I called 911.  The cops arrested me.  That jailer
threw me in the tank and told them to take care of me, a child killer."

"Take care of you?"

"He meant for them to rape and maybe kill me.  They did."

Natty's eyes were large as saucers.  "Oh, Sam!" she breathed.

"Demeter took me with her to Olympus.  Time is different there.  I came
back to the moment they killed me, took over this guy Smith and started
the riot."

Her chin rose.  "Good for you!"

"Thank you."  He smiled and sipped the coke.  Indeed Sean was thirsty.

"What happened to Demi's body?"

"Demeter can be any age she wants.  Of course she took her body back to
Olympus."

"And the missing photos?"

He shrugged.  "She's a real goddess, Natty, with unlimited powers, as 
far as I know.  I'll admit I'm a little surprised about the photographs.
The gods of Olympus don't seem to know much about technology."  He 
chuckled grimly.  "But don't stretch the point.  That may have been 
simple human incompetence."

"Incomp--  comp--"

"A screw-up."

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.  They looked up when Marcy appeared in
the doorway wearing a translucent peignoir.

"I heard voices," the woman began, but she halted to scan Sean's naked 
body.  "Uh, who's your very informal friend, Natty?"

The girl smiled mischievously.  "This is Sean Ellis, Mom.  He lives down
the street.  I thought he'd be fun for breakfast.  Would you like some 
cereal, Sean?

At that moment Sam realized for the first time that he missed the 
flavors of food and decided Sean was also hungry.  "I'd love it.  How do
you do, Ms. Blaise?"

"Very well, thank you.  For _whose_ breakfast, Natty?  Where are your 
clothes, Sean, or did you run up the street like that?"

"I left my clothes at home," he said, grinning, "and I'm glad you don't
have vinyl chair seats in your kitchen."

"I understand, I think.  You didn't say how you got here."

"Not by running up the street, though it's an idea.  Did you ever see a
boy run with a hard-on, Marcy?"

"No, I didn't.  Does it look interesting?"

"Some girls think it's funny, but I think it's not nearly so interesting
as a woman running with big tits."

She grinned and nodded.  "I'm speaking to Sam, right?"

"Right."

Natty asked petulantly, "What about running with boobs?"

"Big ones bounce," he answered.  "It's very interesting."

"And so do dicks?"

"Yeah.  It can hurt.  So can tits, I hear -- but it doesn't hurt the 
watcher."

Marcy asked baldly, "How long has this _Sean_ been fucking my daughter?"

He looked at Natty, who answered, "Just since yesterday.  I told Sam I 
had a squeeze for him and we snatched him off a basketball court."

"Good heavens!"

"Squeeze?" asked Sam.

"I know that one," said Marcy.  "She had a crush on him."  She looked at
him wonderingly.  "You really can get anyone we want!"

"If you point him out."

"Really?  Come in here."

While Natty poured cereal, Marcy led him into the living room and opened
the drapes to the morning sun.  "See that sky blue house on the corner?"

"Yeah."

The same height as Sean, she had to bend her head slightly to sniff the
back of his neck.  "You smell ... different."  Her hand slipped around 
his hip and cupped his hard little scrotum, squeezing the flaccid cock 
between thumb and forefinger.  "Does this grow much?"

"I doubt if it grows enough for you," he said, twisting his face to kiss
her lips.

"Let's see," she said and dropped to a crouch beside him.  Her arm 
caught him around the buttocks.  With a slurp her mouth captured his 
member.

He stood still, enjoying the feel of her rasping tongue.  "Marcy, I love
how you get to know a guy."

She giggled nasally.

Natty's voice arrived from the kitchen.  "What's going on in there?  I'm
pouring the milk, Sean."

With seeming reluctance the woman released him and stood up.  "Jason 
Carlyle lives in that blue house.  He's a 29 year old lawyer whose wife
divorced him last year because he's such a religious nut, according to 
the gossip.  But I've seen him jogging.  He has a fantastic body."

"A religious lawyer?  Isn't that a contradiction in terms?"

She blinked.  "I don't think so.  Is it?"

He chuckled.  "Not that we care.  He'll have a different religion when I
snatch him.  How about right now?  I know you like to fuck before 
breakfast."

"How'll he get here?"

"Remember: I can slide through walls.  Hold on."

He transferred Sean back to his own bedroom, prone on his bed, hand 
around the small cock left turgid by Marcy's tongue.  The hand plunged 
into frenzied motion.

With a mental chuckle Sam withdrew from the boy's mind and cast himself
down the street to the blue house.  It contained only one occupant, a 
man sitting in robe and slippers at the kitchen table with a cup of 
coffee and open newspaper before him, robe fallen open.  Another 
masturbator -- only what a cock, larger even than the one that had taken
Constance's virginity!  Sam felt the monstrous thing in disbelief.  The 
owner held it in both hands, one above the other, that pistonned the 
lose skin slowly.  He was reading the newspaper.  Sam read along, 
interested to see that he could obtain the meaning in areas somewhat 
distant from the fovea of the eye.  The article was a second discussion 
of Sam's arrest, incarceration and death, written with more speculation 
but no additional facts.  Sam felt amazement that his host should find 
it so stimulating.  Was this a kinky fellow or what?

Sam took control.  A scan around the man's cluttered kitchen revealed a
green yardstick propped against the sink in bachelor disregard.  He 
rose, grabbed the stick and tucked the zero end between balls and base 
of the turgid penis.  Nine and a half inches!  On top, with the stick 
gouging the pubic pad, a full nine inches!  Encircling the organ at 
midshaft, his thumb and middle finger could barely touch.

Closing the robe, he flitted into Marcy's living room.  She was bent to
the window in obvious anticipation.  He arrived in the middle of Natty's
announcement from the kitchen: "-- ready, Sean!"

He said quietly to the woman, "Shall we go eat?"  Even at low volume 
Jason's voice was a rich, compelling bass, as different from Sean's as 
imaginable.

Marcy spun rapidly around, mouth fallen open.  Looking up at Jason, her
eyes widened.  She exclaimed inadvertently, "Good god!"

"Have you ever met Jason?" he asked.

"Y-yes."  She shrank back as far as she could.

Natty called, "Who's that?"

He caught Marcy's elbow and drew her with him into the kitchen.  Natty,
already seated before her own cereal bowl, reacted as the mother had 
done: eyes wide and mouth fallen open.

Sam laughed and declared in his new deep base, "I see you girls haven't
yet come to grips with my abilities."

"Who're you?" asked Natty.  "I mean ..."

"Marcy says I'm Jason Carlyle.  I'm a lawyer who lives in the blue house
on the corner."  He winked at the girl.  "I think she has the hots for 
me."

"You mean you can't tell who you are, even from ... inside?"

"Remember: I can't read minds.  You mind if I eat Sean's cereal?"

"Go ahead."

"I've got something to show you before it deflates."

"'Deflates?'" Marcy repeated, adding dryly, "Why don't I think you're 
talking about a spare tire?"

He chuckled and opened the robe.

"Oh, my god!" Marcy exclaimed, chin sagging agin.  "How big does it 
get?"

"This is it: nine inches.  He can probably suck his own knob."

Marcy leaned close and enfolded the huge rod of flesh.  It jumped in her
grip.

"Jesus, Sam!  How did you get it like this?"

"You can imagine what I caught him doing.  Do you want to try it out?"

"Oh, god!  I'm wet just thinking about."

"You too, Natty?"

"It's scary," the girl said with an awed expression.  She rounded the 
table and clasped the fat cock above her mother's hand.  Her fingers 
would not fit around it.

Sam grinned widely.  "It's not actually mine, of course, but guess what:
I'm proud of it."

Marcy chuckled deep in her throat.  "I guess so, Sam.  Good heavens!"  
She shuddered violently and repeated her exclamation.

"What's the matter?" he asked, grinning down at her.

"Would you believe I just came?"

"Aw, _Mother_!" scoffed Natty.

"This is so freaking wild, Sam!" Marcy declared, holding the cock in one
hand and rubbing the washboard abdominal muscles with the other.  "It 
was weird before, but now it's god damn fun!  Fuck me with this dick!"

"In a minute.  Sean's cereal is getting soggy."  He threw off the robe,
took his seat and began to spoon cereal.

"Where _is_ Sean?" asked Natty.

"I left him jerking off in his bed."

"What a difference!" Marcy said, sitting beside Jason and reclaiming the
cock.  Natty went reluctantly back to her own cereal.

"I like you in this body, Sam," Marcy admitted.  "Will Jason remember 
anything?"

"I'm not sure.  I always put them to sleep, but the way they act when I
release them makes me suspect they remember even so."

"Well, don't let him remember us.  They say he's a notorious Jesus freak
who has political ambitions."

"This Jesus freak whacks off, Marcy.  I caught him doing it.  Of course,
with a cock like this ..."

Marcy giggled.  "I wonder if Jesus whacked off."

"My grandmother said it was a sin called Onanism, so I guess not."

"I remember that word," Natty contributed.  "It was a question in 
sex-ed.  The teacher said jerking off wasn't a sin, the reason why Onan
did it was.  He didn't want to fuck the cooze God told him to."

Marcy said dryly, "I'll bet she used just those words too."

Natty grinned sunnily.  "We're talking to Sam -- even if he does look 
like a mean old man instead of a pretty boy."

Marcy kissed his hard shoulder.  "I don't think he looks so mean.  Sam,
how long can we keep Jason?"

He shrugged.  "I don't know the guy's schedule, not that it matters.  
How long do you want him?"

"Hurry up and eat," said Marcy, "and we'll find out."

All three soon retired upstairs and stripped naked.  If Marcy 
entertained doubts about admitting Natty to the tryst, she said nothing
contrary.  After sucking as much of the huge cock into her mouth as she
could fit, the woman spat it out with a heartfelt comment: "This would 
choke a cow!"

"Let me try," said Natty but could barely engulf the glans.

She looked on as the two adults climbed onto the bed and coupled, 
carefully at first.  Aligning herself on the bed perpendicular to them, 
she inspected at close range the massive cock plumbing her mom.

"Wow, it's really stretching her," she commented in awe.  "Doesn't it 
hurt, Mom?"

Marcy's answer was an inarticulate groan.

The girl slapped Jason's fast-working buttocks cheek.  "You're going too
hard, Sam.  Don't hurt her."

"I'm not," he answered.  "Look at her face.  Remember how it used to 
feel when I fucked you hard?"

Marcy's mouth hung open and her eyes had rolled up in her head.

The girl rubbed a finger under the distorted perineum.  "Are you coming
or is she peeing?"

"It's not pee, darling.  When it's really good for her, she squirts."

"Gross!"

Marcy was moaning in response to his vigorous thrusts.

"I think she's hurting," said Natty.  "That dick's too big."

"Listen to her."

But the girl shook her head doubtfully.  Her mom's cries, even an 
ecstatic scream, did not excite her or give her confidence.

In fifteen minutes after many obvious orgasms the woman's hips had 
ceased to roll.  She lay slack, eyes closed.

"Have you killed her?" asked the girl solemnly.

"No, silly.  You don't pant like that when you're dead."  He crawled 
away from the woman and thrust his gleaming wet monstrosity toward the 
girl.  "Your turn."

"I don't know."

"I understand, precious," he said with a chuckle.  "This guy's cock 
might be too much of a challenge for your ten year old pussy."

"I want Sean back," Natty grumped.

"I'll get him for you if you're sure you want to pass up this super 
love-stick."

"Turn over."

He laughed and obeyed.  She straddled him cautiously but held her hips 
aloft.  "If this hurts ..."

Marcy squirmed around and took something from the table drawer.  "Here,
honey."  She held up a tube of lubricant jelly.

"That'll be cold," complained the child.

"Back up a little."  Marcy ejected a large dollop into her mouth, 
working it around as she slid forward, then stuffed half the huge cock 
into her mouth along with the jelly.  When she withdrew, the instrument
gleamed.  "Now it's warm, baby."

With a sigh, Natty held the cock to her hairless pussy.  The knob 
slipped into her as she lowered carefully.  Marcy stroked her daughter's
back.  The girl sat down on the cock but recoiled.

"What's the matter?" asked her mother.

"It hit something."

"Your cervix, no doubt.  Don't go up and down, go forward and back."

Natty controlled the penetration, taking in less than half the cock.  
She cried, "Oh, god, it stretches!"  Adopting a circular motion of her 
hips, she looked down at the stranger's face, behind which she knew was
Sam, gazing up at her with an encouraging grin.

"Take your pleasure, darling," he said, lying passively on the mattress.

"Does it feel good to you?"

"Oh yes, dear.  You're so sweet and tight."

Marcy kissed her young daughter's neck and shoulder as the girl worked 
around the fat cock.  She reached between the girl's legs and diddled 
her clit.  Mother and daughter had never before been so intimate.

Natty began to mewl in pleasure.  An orgasm approached over the horizon.
Sam thrust up and spewed into her, grunting, but Natty came to a full 
climax, squeaking, before the massive cock began to flag.


* * *


"I wonder how it would feel in my rectum," said Marcy, eyeing Jason's 
huge tool, now semi-flaccid after withdrawal from the child.

"Don't do it," said Natty positively, still panting from her exertions.
"You never shat anything that big."

"Yes, I have.  But it would still hurt, I bet."

Sam said, "One way to find out."

Marcy sniffed.  "Just now you'd never get it in."

"You could fix that."

Natty said brightly, "Or you could get Sean for us.  _He'd_ fit!"

"You'd share him with me?" asked Marcy, pleased.

"I guess."

"You know, Natty: to me he's just a little boy."

"Maybe we could get Sean _and_ Jason."

Sam shook his host's head.  "I can't control but one at the time."

Marcy cocked her head.  "Have you ever tried?"

Jason shuddered lightly.  "I know it would be very confusing."

Pester suddenly interjected a thought.  _You could blindfold one of your
hosts._

_I doubt it would help._

_At least bring this man back to Olympus and let me suck his big cock._

_Your mouth's no bigger than Natty's._

_Mine'll stretch farther._

Jason chuckled out loud.

"What's funny?" asked Natty.  "Did you try it?"

"Huh?  Ladies, if neither of you wants more of Jason, I think I'll take
him home."

"Oh, all right," said Marcy, "but bring him back tonight, will you?  
I'll get up my courage, but I want to take an enema first."

Both females still lay on the bed.  Sam maneuvered Jason's body and 
hugged them both at once.  "You're sweethearts.  See what you can dig up
about this guy before tonight, will you?"

"We will," said Marcy.  Both kissed him, each to a cheek.

He got up and donned the man's robe.  Flitting to the kitchen in the 
blue house, he sat the man down before his newspaper and the now cold 
cup of coffee.  Abandoning Jason, he cast forward to the mall on Dunston
Avenue, skipping ahead to half an hour after the stores opened.


Contact:
Varangian: ludmax11@hotmail.com
Kellis: kellis@dhp.com

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