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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Summer, 2008


Chapter 9: _Fred_


Sam searched out Dobbit and transferred to the grass near him.  He lay 
on his side, green-tipped tail waving slowly behind him, talking to 
Jason, who lay facing the satyr while a nymph, also with a green-tipped
tail, sucked the man's cock gently.  A touch of her mind revealed Pester
in the throes of orgasm, the upper half of her body thrilling again and
again.  Sam slipped closer.  Except for the last inch the nymph engulfed
the entirety of the huge organ.  How could she breathe?  Was breathing 
less necessary on Olympus?

Dobbit said, "Let us extend a fine welcome to Sam, Demeter's hyperactive
emissary to the Human Preserve."

Sam's eyes widened.  "'Hyperactive?'"

"I think so.  Have you tallied your score among the humans yet, both of
creation and destruction?"

Sam grinned disarmingly.  "Who keeps score?"

"You should."

"'Emissary?'  Are you implying that Demeter has some ulterior purpose in
mind for me?"

"All gods always have ulterior motives.  Jason and I were just 
discussing Jehovah's in regard to the Jews."

"'The Jews?'"

"You've heard of them, haven't you: Jehovah's whipping boys?"

"Didn't the Nazis hurt them bad?"

Jason laughed.  "There you have an American education."

Dobbit smiled.  "But Jehovah was unique.  He so mistreated the Jews that
they and their neighbors had to invent successor gods, such as Jesus 
Christ and Allah.  Jason and I have enjoyed the comparison of 
characteristics."

"It has certainly been interesting," said Jason with a gratified smile.

"I see what you think is interesting," Sam noted.

"That too.  Dobbit has explained how it was that you, Demeter's demigod,
awakened my lust for small females.  But did you know that Pester has a
clit in her throat?  It is a goodness to compress it for her."

"Indeed!  Dobbit, I brought him here.  Am I the one who must take him 
back?"

"Who else?"

"Okay, big man.  Have you learned enough yet?"

"I doubt that a man can ever learn enough on this subject.  Is it time 
to go, Lord?"

"Hmph!  You're right: I'm the product of an American education with 
contempt for unearned titles.  What about it, Dobbit?  Do you have more
to teach?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then Jason can stay awhile.  At least Pester loves him."


* * *


With his body secure in Demeter's talkroom, Sam returned to the Human 
Preserve and the mind of Sean Ellis, the thirteen year old who was 
Natty's crush.  He found the boy with two others in a park, dust-covered
and cursing over a vigorous game of stick box, and decided not to move 
him to Marcy's bedroom in such condition.

It was late afternoon.  In the Dunston Street mall people were gathering
in the food court for their evening meal.  Sam looked around for a young
man eating alone, one suitable for Marcy and Natty, and found a specimen
not so stylishly dressed as Joe Akers, who instead of eating seemed to 
be eyeballing the other diners.  Sam slipped into his mind -- and drew 
up short!  His thought tendrils glided past the sensory contacts and 
failed to latch.  He tried again and again and suddenly realized that 
some other external mind had already occupied them.

Sam reeled back and dropped reflexively into the mind of a woman who sat
facing the young man in question although looking down at her plate.  He
took immediate control as she bit into a ham sandwich.  It tasted good 
and he automatically caused her to chew while directing her gaze toward
the youth.

What had just happened to a routine snatch?  Sam would have asked Pester
except he was confident Pester's mind remained on Olympus, happily 
contemplating the huge cock that thrilled her uvuclit.

The young man's eyes caught the woman's and swept on, but suddenly 
returned.  Sam felt a strange sensation very much like fingers probing 
his mind.  He clung to the woman, aware somehow that the occupier of the
lad's mind was trying to switch to the woman.

Sam resisted as fiercely as he could.  Instinctively he transferred the
woman's body to Jason's kitchen.  The fingers did not follow.  After 
waiting a few seconds and taking a deep breath, he returned her to her 
seat in the mall.

The fingers did not reappear.  Across from her the young man had 
slumped.  Slowly the lad straightened up and looked around.  Wide eyes 
in a pale face settled on Sam's host.  The youth got to his feet and 
wove among the tables toward her.  A tentative touch in the lad's mind 
revealed no further resistance.  The sensory contacts were no longer 
occupied.

But they had been!  Sam released the woman and now disembodied, cast his
mental net around the food court, dipping in mind after mind, searching
for the tell-tale sign of preoccupied contacts.  He soon found it in the
mind of a man in casual clothing sitting to the woman's right with an 
unobstructed view of her.

Making no effort to evict the man's occupant, Sam returned to the woman
and settled back in control.  The young man had reached her and stood 
before her table, whispering in a tight voice, "What are you trying to 
do?"

The woman put down the remains of her ham sandwich and rose to her feet.
Sam made her say, "Stick around and you might find out."  Her voice was
husky.  She turned away towards the occupied man.

"You forgot your purse!" cried the lad behind her.

She stopped and thrust out her hand.  The young man hastily hung the 
strap over it.  "Thank you," she said, hurrying onward.

She wound carefully between the tables, wearing slacks and thankfully, 
flat-heeled shoes.  Her target man was nervous, hands on the table edge
as if about to sprint up.  He had curly brown hair and a five-o'clock 
shadow.

She pulled out the chair beside him and sank into it.  "So you're one of
us.  What's your name?"

The man licked his lips anxiously.  "Fred.  How about you?"

"Sam."

"You ... you sure don't look like a Sam.  Samantha?"

"Sam for Samuel.  You tried to evict me."

"S-sorry.  I was ... just checking after you tried to grab me."  His 
eyes narrowed with a new thought.  "Samuel -- in a woman?"

"I no more belong in her than you do in that boy or this guy."

The man grunted humorlessly.  "Even less so, I'd say!"

"Where are you from, Fred?"

"You know."

"Then who is your sponsor?"

The man hesitated.  "Tell me yours first."

Sam brought up the woman's left fist to support her chin thoughtfully.
She wore a wedding band and engagement ring.  "Maybe you're right to 
play it cagey," she said.  "What were you doing, looking around for 
fun?"

"Yeah, for a blowjob."

She turned and looked back the way she had come.  The young man had 
taken her seat and apparently was eating her ham sandwich.  She asked, 
"Is that boy a familiar of yours?"

"What do you mean, 'familiar?'"

"Does he know who you are and cooperate when you make a girl suck him?"

"Who said anything about a girl?"

"I ... see.  A faggot, are you?"

"What do you care?"

"Well, of course I don't.  Although it's too bad.  Have you ever worked
with another Olympian before?"

Fred looked around hastily.  "Don't say that where people can hear you!"

"Say what?"

"Anything about ... where we come from."

Sam's woman snickered.  "You think Americans give a shit about Greek 
mythology?

Fred winced.  "I'm gonna leave."

"Why?  What do you fear?"

"Most of us aren't Americans, you know."

Sam's woman leaned close, her elbows on the table.  "I'll tell you 
something: I've only been here a few days.  You're my first ... 
encounter from, uh, back there.  I'm thinking of the possibilities."

Studying her, the man smiled.  "You're a sex fiend too.  I see what you
mean.  How about I switch back to the kid and get that blowjob?"

"From a woman?"

"You got a mouth."

"Yeah, but I'm not a faggot."

"A female cocksucker is no faggot."

"This one doesn't know what's going on.  I doubt she'd cooperate.  I'd 
have to run her."

"All right.  _You_ take over the kid and I'll blow you."

"I tell you, that doesn't appeal to me."

"Then I'll switch to your woman."

Sam hesitated.  "Is that kid your familiar?"

"He knows about us, if that's what you mean."

"Interesting.  How'd you get hooked up with him?"

"I was his uncle."

"And you croaked?"

"Hermes recruited me."

"Hermes."

"You'd've found out anyway."

Sam had heard of the messenger god and wondered if He was queer.  Why 
not?  Everyone else on Olympus seemed to be at least part of the time.

The man asked, "Are you here directly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you one of the gods?"

"What makes you think so?"

"I felt you step that woman up when I tried to take her."

"Meaning you can't ... 'step up?'"

"Only my mind.  Can't you tell?"  He grinned sheepishly.  "You're 
fooling with me."

"Sam is not a Greek name."

"All the gods aren't Greek, not by a long shot.  You're right.  We could
have a lot more fun together.  Too bad you won't suck cock."

"As a woman I might.  What's your familiar's name?"

"Elgin Hasher.  He likes to be called Elgy."

"Where does he take his lovers?"

"He picked the lock in an empty store on the cross court.  It's got a 
cot."

"Show me."

"You really will suck his cock?"

"I might.  Probably.  I've got a use for two guys at once."

"Um, let me go back to the kid.  Follow him but give him a head start."

She grinned.  "Go ahead.  I'll find you."

The man slumped.  Slowly his head came up.  He stared at Sam's woman 
with something akin to horror and muttered, "Good god!"

"Good enough," she said brightly.  "Hi!  Have we met?"

"Uh, Jerry Overby," he said automatically.

"Now we have, at least half way.  Hold on a second."  She opened her 
purse, found the driver's license and read off, "Leticia Parkinson, age
39 -- a ripe old age, no?  I'll bet I'm called Letty."

"I'm 37.  You're a married woman?"

"So these rings seem to say.  Are you married, Jerry?"

"Yeah.  What are you doing talking to me?"

"You mean you haven't figured that out?"

Jerry stuttered, mouth working indecisively.  Fred's familiar strolled 
by their table and proceeded into one of the entry halls.

Jerry said finally, "You and ... Fred are some kind of body snatchers?"

"Yes, 'some kind of.'  But we don't put weird growths on our hosts' 
backs.  What we do is make them have fun."

"Queer fun!"

"That too.  But didn't you hear Fred?  A female cocksucker is no queer."

"You ... you'll suck cocks?"

Sam grinned.  "I don't know about Letty, but I'll try it in her body.  
We can do just about anything."

"We can?"  He licked his lips.

Sam had followed Elgy's mind.  The boy waited in an empty room lit only
by evening light through high windows.

"Stand up," Letty said, suiting action to words.  Jerry obeyed willingly
enough.

She transferred both of them to Elgy's empty room.  Jerry gasped; Elgy 
twitched.

A cot rested against a blank wall.  The facing wall was filled with 
dusty, built-in shelving.

She smiled at the lad.  "Are you in there, Fred?"

"Yeah.  Who's this guy?"

"You don't recognize your former host?  This is Jerry; Jerry, Fred."

Fred looked the newcomer up and down.  "This kid is called Elgy when I'm
not running him.  No hard feelings, Jerry."

"N-no.  I'm, uh ...  This is fascinating."

"I checked in her purse, Fred.  This girl's name is Letty.  She's 39."
She gestured.  "Did you lock the back door?"

The boy stepped up to the door, caused it to click and avowed, "I never
harmed the lock."

"How about that door to the front?"

"Well, it doesn't lock, but I figure we'll hear anybody coming in.  This
store has gone out of business."

Sam smiled invitingly.  "Okay, gentlemen!  I've got an idea that should
interest all of us at once.  Let's get naked."

"Naked?" muttered Jerry doubtfully.

"Your cock waving in the breeze," said Sam, "will be even more 
fascinating."  She had stripped off her flats along with the slacks, but
the blouse stuck when she tried to pull it over her breasts.  She turned
her back to Jerry.  "Does this shirt have buttons in the back?"

"A zipper," said the man, now in the act of removing his trousers.

"Give me a hand with it.  And the bra too, if you don't mind."

When she stood nude, she lifted a large breast in each hand.  "Damn, 
they _are_ heavy!"

Both males chuckled.  Fred said, "You never took over a woman before?"

"Not really, never one this mature."

"I have.  Made me glad I wasn't one.  Their cunts are nasty."

She said, "I hope you don't agree with that, Jerry."

"Nasty?" said the man.  "I don't know anything better to eat."

Sam meant to laugh but to his surprise giggled instead.  "That's the 
right attitude, Jerry.  That cock needs some work.  Come here and play 
with these heavy tits."

"Boobs," pronounced Fred.  "The girls say 'boobs.'"  The lad's cock was
already erect and worthy of notice.

"They're tits till I get used to them."  She shimmied her chest and both
sets of male eyes popped at the rolling result.

"God!" said Jerry, closing on her and taking a breast in each hand.  The
sensation was pleasant but insufficient.  She turned slightly, caught 
the back of his head and bent his face toward the closer nipple.  He 
understood immediately and slurped it into his mouth.  A thrill of 
pleasure shot directly to her pussy, which responded with increased 
moisture.  Her hand enclosed his manhood, which soon stood tall.  It was
a respectable organ, perhaps not quite so large as the one asleep on Mt.
Olympus.

She bent her body over a box.  "Let's try it doggy style, Jerry."

He stepped behind her but stooped and inserted his tongue.  The result 
was a warm delight in her belly.  A man of experience, he found her clit
and stroked it once but attended to the surrounding flesh thereafter.  
She felt a firm intrusion.  Surely not his cock!  No, she realized, two
fingers.  Now three.  They gouged delightfully, triggering a crescendo 
of feeling that she belatedly understood to be a mild climax.  This 
female was a responsive creature!

She looked around.  Elgy hovered nearby, licking his lips.  She caught 
his arm.  "Still want that blowjob?"

"Oh, yeah!"

The lad scurried eagerly around the box and presented his article, long
as that of Ledor, the satyr, but fatter.  She caught his hips and pulled
it partly into her mouth.  Unlike the satyrs', this one had no foreskin.
It filled the front of her mouth rather pleasantly.  She worked it with
her tongue.

Suddenly it was in the back of her throat, gagging her, again unlike 
Ledor's.  She found on Elgy's next thrusts, however, that the choking 
was controllable.  At least it took her mind off the ecstasy in her 
belly that was growing unbearable.

She applied suction, heard a sharp grunt and suddenly her mouth was full
of a cool liquid: obviously semen, tasting much as Sam's own had at 
thirteen.  She let the lad back away.  He spurted once more, painting 
her upper lip and chin.

"I couldn't help it!" he declared with a woebegone expression.  But his
face cleared immediately and he added in a confident tone, "He's young.
He can keep it up all night."

Jerry stood up and leaned past her with his wet mouth.  "He gave you a 
facial, did he?"  He leered at her chin with bright eyes.

"A 'facial!'"  She giggled.  "You've been watching porn, have you, 
Jerry?"

"Guilty.  What's next?"

"Next I'm ready for a double fuck."

She pushed up from the box, caught Jerry around the shoulders, leaped up
and encircled his hips with her knees.  "Put it in me," she said, 
wiggling her hips unnecessarily.  He guided himself easily into her 
sopping cunt as she sank upon him.

"Now, Fred, put it in beside him."

Her back was already turned to the lad.  He drew close but hesitated.  
"How?  You mean up your ass?"

"Or in my pussy with his.  I've often wondered how this feels to a woman
but never found one who'd talk about it."

"Good god!"

The lad thrust himself vainly against her anus.  He said, "Wait a 
minute.  I've got some grease in my pocket."

"Ready for assholes, were you, Fred?  Put in with Jerry.  My pussy is 
plenty wet."

He guided himself doubtfully, but entered her easily.  After a few false
starts, they adopted an alternating rhythm.

"Ooo!" she exclaimed, wide-eyed.  "That's wild!"

"What's it feel like?" asked Jerry.

"Heaven!  Now I know why women stuff eels in their cracks."

"They do what?" said Fred.

Sam allowed Letty's head to rest on Jerry's shoulder and licked his 
neck.  The taste of masculine sweat added its own cachet to the 
experience.  Her entire torso and thighs filled with ineffable pleasure.
In a moment of rationality she discovered that she was moaning shrilly 
and changed it to speech.  "Oh god, gentlemen, I'm coming up a storm!"
Her consciousness darkened to overwhelming ecstasy.

Senses returned to find her feet bearing part of her weight, the rest 
upheld by Jerry's hands under her buttocks.  His wet cock lay between 
them in sticky pubic hair.  Letty apparently did not shave there.

He asked, "Are you all right?"

"Oh god, Jerry.  I'm glad I'm not really a woman."

"But you are!"

"Only temporarily, thank the gods!"

He looked at her with astonishment.  "From the way you came, over and 
over, I was envying you."

"I as good as passed out.  I don't like that part at all.  Now that I 
think about it, I've known other women to do that.  It leaves you 
helpless."

"I think it was Elgy -- or maybe Fred."

"What do you mean?"

"I came two minutes ago but Elgy kept pumping.  You were moaning and 
sagging all over me, so I stayed with you till he finally shot his wad.
If that little fart has been fucking assholes all over town, I just hope
he hasn't caught AIDS."

She took her full weight, stepped back and glanced around.  "Where is 
he?"

"Right here," said Elgy's voice.  He was sitting on the cot.  "Fred went
to find you another guy.  And I don't have AIDS."

She asked, "Fred did what?"

"He said when a girl gets in that condition, she wants a lot of 
fucking."

Sam nodded slowly.  "I've heard that too.  I've heard a woman never 
wants to fuck so much as when she just has.  Say, I've got an idea.  
Let's ask Letty."

Jerry blinked.  "You can ... talk to her?"

"No, but you can.  I'll take you over and let her recover."

"You ... you ..."  Jerry's eyes widened and his face went pale.  He 
straightened up slightly and said in a firmer voice, "He doesn't think 
much of the idea but I won't hurt him."

Letty had sagged and taken a staggering step.  She glanced hurriedly 
around with a face of horror, covered her nipples with one arm and her 
pubes with the other hand and uttered a strangled sound.  "Gak!"

"Take it easy," Sam assured her in Jerry's voice.  "You know you're 
among friends."

"Oh my god, oh my god," she muttered, glaring at the two naked males.  
"What have I done?  What have _you_ done: you've raped me!  Completely!"

Sam nodded Jerry's head slowly.  "Yes, I guess we have, if you take that view of
it.
Try thinking of it this way: we've given you an adventure whose likes I
doubt you ever experienced."

"That's true!" she agreed vehemently.  "Never even imagined."  Her hands
rose to cover her face.  "Bob will kill me!"

"Bob's your husband?"

"Oh god!  I'm going to call the police."  She took a step but pulled up
short.  "Where are my clothes."

"Lying on those boxes.  You can remember.  I know you can remember 
everything, especially the last 15 minutes."

Her eyes on his were huge.  He realized suddenly that in fact she was an
attractive woman, at 39 beginning to show a few wrinkles, but 
well-fleshed with little cellulite, no mother's stretch marks and at
least C-cup breasts.  Her face was heart shaped with a pug nose, full 
lips and the shine of drying semen.

He asked, "Did you ever have sex like that before, Letty?"

He shoulders sagged and her head bowed.  "No," she admitted.

"The question is would you like some more?"

She took a breath.  "If I say no?"

He gestured.  "You're free to go.  You know that you were ... taken 
over.  If you're the quiet housewife you seem, the cops will believe you
were raped but not how it happened.  And even if you can identify Jerry
and Elgy, there's no way they can find Fred and myself."

"Sam."

"That's right.  Elgy says Fred is looking for another man for you.  Want
to see what he finds?"

She glanced at her wristwatch.  "Oh god, I'm late for my sewing class."

"Then you have another hour, don't you."

She took a deep breath, turned and strolled to the cot where she sat 
near the lad.  Smiling around at both males, she said, "Two men at once,
even if one was hardly more than a boy.  How old are you, Elgy."

"Fifteen."

"A kid!  Then I'm guilty of statutory rape."

"Interesting question," said Sam.  "Who's guilty if a 15 year-old boy 
forces a 39 year-old woman to fuck?"

"Who cares?  She shouldn't need forcing."  Her hand shot out and 
enclosed Elgy's flaccid cock.  "Didn't Fred say you could keep it up all
night?"

"If you help.  I love how you suck."

She said tartly, "That was Sam.  But maybe I paid attention.  Swing your
legs up on either side of the cot."

Sam said, "Wait a minute, Letty.  Do you want to stay in control or do 
you want me to take over again?"

She crouched between the lad's legs, her hand on his genitals.  Her eyes
narrowed in thought.  "You guys are about to make a slut out of me.  
Does it take more than one at the time to do that to a girl?"

Sam grinned.  "I'm still researching that point.  To tell the truth, I 
didn't have any idea it would feel that good to you.  I once passed out
from sex, but even then it feels a lot different to a man."

"I want it again, Jerry.  I mean, Sam."  Her head went down and the lad
twitched.

She sucked noisily, slurping and occasionally withdrawing to smack her 
lips.  On one such occasion Sam asked, "How do you like a cock in your 
mouth, Letty?"

"I like it wherever I can get it," she said, taking it again.

"What was your attitude three hours ago?"

She snorted but kept sucking.

The door clunked.  A man younger than Jerry entered and walked up on the
naked three without hesitation.  "Still here, Jerry?"

"You'll have to run me off."

"Didn't I hear you're a married man?"

"So what?  Nothing like this at home."

The newcomer chuckled.  "So Sam has learned to like sucking cock, has 
he?"

"That's not Sam.  Letty says we've made a slut out of her."

The man paused in his disrobing.  "Not Sam?  Then where --  Oh.  I 
thought Jerry was a volunteer."

"He is.  This is just temporary.  You can take over Elgy and I'll run 
the new guy."

"That's a deal."  As he spoke the newcomer staggered then straightened 
up, glaring around with clenched fists.

Sam released Jerry and slipped into the new man's control centers, 
relaxing his hands.  While still in possession Fred had removed a 
sweater and shirt and loosened the belt.  Sam felt around for a wallet 
and held it up.  "This guy's name is William Preston.  He's from out of
town.  Looks like he sells computers.  Uh-oh, he's a Republican."

Jerry and Elgy laughed.  The wallet returned to the trousers and the 
trousers fetched up on a shelf.  Fred had picked a man with a solid, 
beefy body.  The unexcited cock stirred slightly at sight of the ongoing
blowjob, in particular the breasts compressing with each bob of the 
woman's head.

Sam walked the man's body next to the cot, where he bent to stroke the 
woman's back.  "Elgy ought to be about ready."

"I am," said Fred.  "Let up a minute, dear, and let's decide on the next
round."

She sat up, licking drool off her lower lip.  "The last time I did this
was in high school," she said dreamily.  "I hated it.  Now I think I 
could do it forever."

Sam said, "You had a hot time in high school, Letty?  What happened?"

"I got a job, let a guy knock me up, had an abortion and wound up 
married to my counselor."

"I think you've been a sleeping volcano."

She giggled.  "And I want another eruption."

"How about with three guys?"

She shivered and her hand massaged her groin.

"I guess that's a good answer.  Jerry, how're you doing?"

"It's back up," said the man with a grin, releasing his cock long enough
to show it erect.

"I think my guy, Bill, is the heaviest, so we'll put him on the bottom.
Get up, Letty; you too, Fred, and go get your grease."

Bill lay down in their place.  "Looks like I need a little help, Letty.
Will you see what you can do?"

"Huh?  You want me to suck it?"

"If you don't mind."

"Goody!"  She grinned.  "I remember loving how they grow in your mouth."

She sat on the edge of the cot and bent to her task.

While she slurped, Fred asked, "How do we work it?"

"Jerry, when she gets up, you lie down in her place with your legs over
mine and our cocks as close together as they'll go.  Letty can sit on 
them, both in her cunt.  Fred, you're the one with ass-hole experience.
You crouch with a leg on either side of the cot and butt fuck her.  
Three at once."

The woman shuddered and rose to her feet, declaring, "It's ready!"  
Indeed Bill's organ stood tall, probably seven inches, and fat.

"Let me in," said Jerry.

The cocks proved best aligned with each man's left leg extended beneath
the other's right.  The eager woman stepped daintily over the junction,
kneeling atop the male legs, and lowered her pudendum carefully, working
the target combination side to side until it was sheathed.  "Ah-h-h!" 
she breathed with a beatific smile.

She sat facing Bill.  He caught her shoulders and pulled her torso down
over his.  "Now get on, Fred."

With his erect cock slickened, the lad mounted the cot and thrust 
forward against the woman's waiting anus.  "Relax it," he told her, 
"like you're taking a dump.  Ah, it's in!"

Experimentally they sought the best motion.  After several fall-outs 
they found one that at least provided friction for all.

"How about you, Letty?" asked Sam.  "Can you stand it?"

"Oh god!" she murmured.  "I can't believe what you guys are doing to 
me."

Sam said dryly, "I guess she can stand it."  He caught her hips to hold
them down --  some of the fall-outs had resulted from her tendency to 
raise them too high -- and thrust powerfully.  His example encouraged 
Jerry.  The woman wailed and began to whimper to match their thrusts.

Sam touched her mind and felt her mounting from climax to climax toward
the unbearable peak.  Jerry seemed to be enjoying the spectacle above 
him of the lad's flopping balls and the cock gouging Letty's anus.  Elgy
...  To his amusement Sam discovered that he could experience the lad's
pleasure and in addition Fred's thoughts, which concerned how to arrange
a similar configuration without recourse to a female.  Apparently the 
sexual frenzy opened doors.

The woman's head sagged to his shoulders.  Her eyes were closed and she
gasped for breath, but her hips continued to roll.  How many other women
might be persuaded to sluttery by this, the ultimate orgasm?  Given that
women expected to submit completely in sex, Sam could not understand how
any would reject it.  Of course a man would; a man had to retain control
of himself and as much of the environment as possible at all times.  
Another most interesting difference between the sexes!

With judicious use of his Climax Spell, Sam arranged for all three male
orgasms to occur within the same half-minute.  When the groaning and 
spurting were concluded, they extricated themselves from her carefully 
and left the woman on the cot, gasping and occasionally shuddering.

"Where'd you find this guy?" Sam asked Fred.

"In front of the sporting goods store at the other end of the mall."

Sam dressed Bill, sought ahead to the store, waited until certain that 
no one watched his chosen spot and transferred the man there.  Releasing
him, Sam returned to the closed store and settled into Jerry's mind 
without taking control.

The woman, still nude, had sat up.  Looking at her wristwatch, she said,
"I've got to go."

"Look here," said Jerry, now almost fully dressed.  "We can't just 
leave."

"Why not?" asked Fred, tying Elgy's sneakers.

"How will we ... ah, get together again?"

Fred said, "We won't."

Jerry reacted with horror.  "We _have_ to!"

Fred snickered.  "No, we don't.  You and Letty can swap phone numbers if
you want."

Despite her announced need to depart, Letty had slumped with a partial 
smile on her face, apparently revisiting the last hour.  Now she 
straightened.  "Where's Sam?"

"He flashed Bill back to the sporting goods store."

"'Flashed?'  Oh.  Like he did us into this room."  She looked around.  
"I don't even know where it is."

"You better get dressed," said Fred.  "Bill knows, and he struck me as a
pushy kind of guy."

Wearily she got to her feet and gathered her clothing.  Both males 
reacted to her wobbling breasts.  She said, "God!  I see you watching my
boobs and realize I'm truly a slut.  I want to suck your cocks again."

"I have yet to enjoy that," said Jerry tartly.  "Will you give me your 
phone number?"  He took a card from his shirt pocket.  "Here's mine."

Suddenly the side door slammed open.  Bill, eyes glinting, marched 
through it and stopped before them.  "Good, you're still here!  If any 
one of you punks makes a move I'll stomp the shit out of you."  He drew
a cell phone from his pocket.

"Calling the cops?" asked Fred.  "Have you given any thought to what 
you'll tell them?"

"You bet I have!" he began with a dark scowl.  Then his face slackened 
and he dropped the cell phone.  His mouth worked, at last producing the
words, "Bill's not the brightest bulb on the block, is he?"

Fred said, "Is that you, Sam?"

"In spirit," said Sam with a grin.  "Look, I'm going to flip this guy 
out of the city.  No telling what he's likely to do next, so I strongly
suggest you all scram out of here and don't come back."

Elgy's chin rose.  "Who's he think he is?  Why don't you put him right 
out of the preserve?"

"He thinks he was a guy minding his own business when somebody raped 
him.  And you know, I can't say he's wrong.  Good night, folks.  It was
fun."

Bill vanished for the second time.


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

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