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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Summer, 2008


Chapter 10:  _The Killer_


Sean was watching television.  Sam cast around in the apartment but 
found it otherwise uninhabited tonight.  After a quick check of Marcy's
house that revealed mother and daughter home but not in the same room, 
he took over the boy's body and transferred it to a seat at Marcy's 
kitchen table, across from the woman, who was typing into a laptop.

She looked up at his sudden appearance.  "Hi, Sean-Sam," she said with a
frown.  "So you do wear clothes."

"Except here," he said with a grin, standing up and throwing the T-shirt
off over his head.

"Where've you been all day?" she asked, watching as he stepped out of 
his shorts.  "You do have some distance to grow, don't you, Sean."

"Are you thinking of Jason?  Sean will never match him.  Hell, except in
porn flicks I never saw one that did."

Marcy cocked an eyebrow curiously.  "Do men often show each other their
cocks?"

"Not on your life, once the men grow up.  Umm.  I guess queers do.  And
guys in an orgy."

"Is that where you've been?"

"Sean?"  He sniffed in a bare armpit.  "Smells like he recently took a 
shower."

"I saw him ride in on his bicycle before dinner.  Then his mother drove
off.  Her face was all made up.  Maybe she has a date."

He chuckled.  "You watch the neighbors, do you?"

"Wondering how _their_ needs get met.  But I was asking where _Sam_ has
been."

"Would you believe in an orgy with a woman and two other guys?"

Her eyes fell.  "I guess I have to.  Was Jason one of them?"

"No.  He's on Olympus, studying religion."

"Really?  I thought you said all they do there is fuck."

"They talk a lot too.  One of the satyrs is an expert on that subject."

"An orgy with three others?  But you can control only one at the time."

"That's correct, but don't forget that people can fuck willingly."

"I wouldn't think Sean could want more after that."

"I didn't use Sean."  He went around the table behind her and kissed her
cheek while cupping her breasts through blouse and brassiere.

"Oh, Sam!  This house is empty when you're away."

He undid the buttons behind her blouse, pulled out the tails and helped
it pass over her head.  "What's Natty doing?"

"The same as me: waiting for you."  She whirled around, caught his hips,
forced him against the table edge and lifted his buttocks upon it.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.  "You're strong, Marcy."

"Compared to an adolescent boy."  She sucked his erect little cock into
her mouth.

"This is your second dive on Sean's cock.  You got a thing for little 
ones, Marcy -- or for your daughter's boyfriends?"

She raised grinning lips.  "Everything about Sean is cute as a puppy, 
especially this sweet finger."  With a slurp her head went down again 
and began to bob.

"He _is_ my boyfriend, Mom!" declared Natty, standing with a frown in 
the doorway.

Sam squeaked involuntarily.  At that moment Marcy's mouth contained the
entire length of his organ along with the front part of his balls, 
impelled by suction.  Suddenly her remaining space was filled with a 
cool liquid.  The ejaculatory force surprised her.  Her chin sagged and
the pearly fluid overflowed, but she retained most of the cock and the 
remaining ejaculate.

Sam grinned sheepishly at the girl.  "You distracted me."

Natty heard liquid falling to the linoleum floor and bent to 
investigate.  "That's your stuff leaking?"

"Yeah.  Sean's probably been thinking about this all day.  I was holding
it in until you caught him with his cock in your mother's mouth."  His 
grin became a leer.  "That's just too sexy."

Marcy rose up, chin drooling, swallowed ostentatiously and peered around
at the girl.  "Sean came back."

"Thanks for telling me," said Natty sarcastically.

The woman's lips made tasting motions.  "Rich jizz.  Have you tasted 
it?"

"Yes, ma'am, and I didn't spill half of it on the floor."

Marcy ducked her head and said to Sam, "She only ma'ams me when she's 
mad."

"Sean makes plenty of juice," said Sam.  "You'll get your share, Natty."

The girl protested, "I thought it was _all_ mine!"

"Share with your mother.  I remind you, she shared with you."

Natty took a deep breath.  "That's right, isn't it?  Can I take my 
clothes off too?  How long can Sean stay?"

He got up from the table, came to the girl and drew her tank top over 
her head.  "His mamma may be out on a date.  He can stay until her car 
gets back, then I'll flip him over to his own bed."

"It's Friday," said Marcy.  "Sometimes she's gone all weekend."

Stepping out of her shorts, Natty asked, "Why don't you bring Jason for
Mom?"

Sam said, "That reminds me of what I wanted to try tonight.  You know I
can't control two people at once.  Jason may still need to be 
controlled, but what about Sean?  What do you think would happen if I 
released him right now?"

"You mean ..."  Natty blinked.  "Step out of his mind and let him run 
his body?"

"That's right.  I can still see and hear what happens."

"We'd have to explain everything," said Marcy thoughtfully.  "I'm not 
sure I can.  Why would you want to do that, Sam?  Oh.  So we could have
Jason _and_ Sean."

"Marcy, I'm not going to be around here as much as I was before ... 
before Demi.  If Sean likes you ladies -- and he damn well ought to!  
Where else would a thirteen year old get so much nookie?  If he does and
can keep the secret -- that's the other big problem with teenage boys --
he can fill in for me, at least with Natty, keep her happy while I'm 
gone."

"Natty, what do you know about him?" asked her mother.

The girl shrugged.  "I like the way he looks and smells, and he doesn't
scare me like a grown man."

"I mean his character.  Didn't Sam say you picked him?  What do your 
girlfriends have to say?"

"My friends don't know him.  I took orchestra with him and watched him 
all spring.  I know he's not a mean teaser."

"Not a what?"

"Lot's of boys his age are mean to girls in their classes: snapping 
their bra straps, rubbing red crayon on their chairs, beating on them, 
talking trash.  Sean doesn't do that.  Some of the silly girls think 
he's gay, but I know better."

"What does he play?" asked Sam.

"Violin.  He's very good."

Natty played the clarinet squeakily, but Sam knew she was only a 
beginner.

Marcy said grudgingly, "Sounds like a good boy."

"Without Sam," agreed Natty with a grin.

"Ready to find out how he really does without me?"

"Right now?" asked Marcy.

"In a minute.  I want more for him to think about first.  Let's go to 
your bedroom, Marcy."

He gathered up Sean's clothing and followed the girls up the stairs.  
Natty asked over her shoulder, "What will you make us do, Sam?"  Her 
eyes glowed.

"I don't know what the pros call it, but it ought to have a name."

"Ooo, that sounds heavy!"

He chuckled.  "Interesting you should put it that way.  You'll be on the
bottom."

The three nudes gathered at Marcy's bed.  Sam sat Natty on the edge and
made her lie back.  Stooping a little, he pushed Sean's small cock into
her hairless quim and hung her knees over his arms.  He said, "Marcy, 
get on your belly beside her but with your head this way...  That's 
right.  Lick her clit."

Natty protested, "You want my mother to lick me?"

"She has a nice tongue."

Marcy turned her head sideways to manage it.

"Oh, wow!" breathed the girl after a few strokes.

"Now, Marcy, suck a while."  He withdrew from the girl and presented to
the woman, who gamely slurped up his stiff member.

Natty rose on her elbows to watch.  "You're fucking her mouth!"

He withdrew from the woman.  "Put me back into Natty...  Ladies, this is
sexy as hell, especially between mama and daughter.  Which do you think
Sean would find most irresistible?"

"I don't know about Sean," moaned Natty, "but Mom, you _do_ have a nice
tongue!"

"Here goes," said Sam.

Marcy titled her head to look up at his face as Sam released Sean's 
controls.  The lad's hands fluttered but his hips kept pounding.  "Oh, 
oh, oh ..." he groaned.  His semen exploded into the girl and escaped on
either side of his organ.  He fell backward to the carpeted floor.

"He shot me full!" declared Natty, sitting up.

Marcy scrambled off the bed and knelt at the lad's head.  "Sean!  Sean,
are you all right?"

"Oh, god!" the boy mumbled.  "I can't believe ...  Oh, god!"

Marcy caught his head and raised it into her lap.  "Please, Sean, say 
you're all right!"

He shook his head.  "I don't know what I am."

Sam transferred to Marcy without taking control.

_He's all right_, he thought to her.  _Just a bit overwhelmed.  That was
a powerful orgasm for both of us._

She stroked the lad's forehead.  "Do you know _where_ you are?"

The lad blushed.  "I never knew Natty's last name."

"Blaise.  Our last name is Blaise.  I'm Marcy, her mother.  You're in my
bedroom and we're both glad you're here.  How do _you_ feel about it?"

"Oh, god, Marcy!  I never want to leave."

Natty flung herself down to the carpet beyond him, kissed his cheek and
said, "I wish you didn't have to."

Composure returning, he kissed her nose in return.  "Well, I don't have
to for a good while.  Mom's gone to Las Vegas for the weekend."

"Oh, wow!  Can he stay with us, Mom?"

"Of course.  Umm, is your house locked, Sean?"

He thought a moment.  "Yeah, it is."

"Sam," Marcy asked, "can you take him home to get his key?"


* * *


Scanning ahead on another day, Sam noticed a young man sitting alone at
a table in the mall food court.  Dressed in casual slacks and shirt, he
was eating a small pizza while studying passers-by and the other diners.
Was this another Olympian familiar?  Sam slipped into his mind with no 
difficulty, so apparently not -- at least not at the moment.

Sam was uncertain whether to be relieved or not.  Surely every 
people-watcher in the mall could not be a familiar!  Sam's most intense
experience since his death had occurred in the presence of another 
Olympian and he was ready to renew the adventure.

He had the power to locate any mind he had once controlled: Stacy the 
nine-year-old experienced slut, Letitia the 39-year old new slut, Elgy 
the half-fag familiar of Fred, Jerry the eager convert, even Constance 
and her incestuous father in California, but today he wanted a new game.

Two tables of teenagers sat before the young man, three boys at one and
three girls at the other, bantering and flipping peanuts at each other 
from the tabletops.  His young man's eyes lingered on them, but Sam saw
nothing of interest there.  He took over and directed attention to other
tables.  His eyes caught another pair belonging to a young girl sitting
alone.  She looked away but he studied the plump limbs extending from 
shorts and tank top.  She looked about twelve: brunette, no makeup, no 
tits, no purse, only a billfold clutched in one hand.  A coke sat before
her.

He slipped into her mind.  She seemed bored, eyes wandering around the 
food court.  He wondered if she was waiting for someone.  Her gaze 
paused on a fortyish man in a business suit who sported a yellow 
carnation in his lapel.  She licked her lips, perhaps inadvertently.  
Her bladder was full, which gave Sam an idea.

He took over and opened her billfold.  Prominently displayed was a state
ID card, issued by the Department of Motor Vehicles, with her picture 
and the name, Della Maybelline Jones.  Her age was either 12 or 13; Sam
was unsure of the current date.  The wallet contained no money.

Sam caused her to stand up and march to the man with the yellow flower,
who noticed her approach and looked up, a slight smile forming.

Reaching the table, the girl said, "Don't I know you?"

The man shook his head.  "I wish you did."

"So do I.  I've got to pee real bad and I don't know where to go."

"You ... you don't?"  His eyes enlarged and he looked hastily around at
the other patrons of the court.  "Who told you to tell me that?"

She sighed.  "You look like Barbara's daddy."

"Well, I'm not.  But if you want me to help you ..."

"Please, sir.  I need to go bad."

"Can you wait five minutes?"

"If I really have to."

"Then ..."  He straightened in his seat in obvious decision.  "Soon as I
leave the court, get up and follow me."

Her face brightened.  "Okay!"

He rose and went across the court to the outside doors.  She followed as
soon as he vanished.  Outside, she spotted him crossing the parking lot.
He smiled at her over his shoulder and entered an automobile.  While he
started the car, she walked a slight distance along the curb.  When the
vehicle appeared beside her, she entered the passenger seat, closed the
door and buckled her seatbelt.

"Please hurry!"

"A couple more minutes."

He peered around the parking lot, took a breath and wheeled out onto the
street.

"What's the flower for?" she asked as he raced through the afternoon 
traffic.

"My daughter's birthday party."

"How old is she?"

"Sixteen."

"Do you love her?"

"Oh, yes!  And she used to love me."

"What happened?"

He sniffed.  "She became a teenager.  How old are you?"

"Almost thirteen."

"But you're not a teenager yet."

"Net yet.  Don't you like teenagers?"

"I wish they didn't have to change so much."

"I know what you mean.  My uncle says the same thing."

"Really?  How do you get along with your uncle?"

"He's the sweetest man I ever saw."

"Is he!  Well, here we are."

They entered an alley that meandered behind a sleazy, abandoned building
and entered a thick grove of trees and bushes.  The car stopped.

"Come on," said the man, "but don't cut loose quite yet."

The both exited the vehicle.  He seemed to be undressing.  She went 
around the front of the car and found him unbuttoning his white shirt, 
having already thrown necktie and jacket back into the car through the 
open window.  She toed off her sneakers and stepped out of her shorts 
and underpants.

His T-shirt went over his head and he lowered his britches.  "Better 
take off all your clothes."

She obeyed, but tossed hers atop the creaking car hood.

He paused, eyeing her belly and thighs.  "You're beautiful," he said 
reverently.

"Like your daughter?"

"Like she was four years ago.  Now she's got tits, tampons and a 
temper."

Sam giggled.  "That's cute: 'Tits, tampons and temper.'"

"And she treats me as lousy as her mother does."

The girl giggled again.  "What's your name?"

"You can call me Harry.  What's yours?"

"Della.  That's a nice hard-on, Harry."

"Bigger than your uncle's?"

"About the same, I think."

"You still want to pee?"

"Sure do, but I see briars."

"Not in front of the car."  Naked, he pushed past her and lay down on 
his back, a respectable erection falling on his paunch.  "Come on and 
pee."

The girl giggled.  Sam had heard of this perversion and in fact had even
tried it himself with one his more suggestible young lovers.  The girl 
went forward and squatted over the man's face.

"It'll burn your eyes," she warned.

"Your uncle told you that, did he?  Well, I don't care.  God, that's a 
sweet, puffy pussy!  If I lick you, don't stop."

She released her sphincter.  Apparently the girl had recently imbibed; 
her splashing stream was only mildly yellowish.  She rotated her hips to
spread it around his face.  In a moment she felt his tongue in her labia
and knew that his mouth had captured the flow.

He gurgled and one hand slipped around her hip to stroke his cock.  When
her urine ceased, she turned around, lay on his belly and took the organ
into her mouth.  Soon his tongue found her clit and she forgot to suck.

The tongue became unbearable.  She turned around again and squatted over
his midsection, guiding him with her hand.  She encountered an 
obstruction.  Poor, virgin Della!  She sat down hard, ignoring the 
searing pain, and felt his full penetration.

Trying to re-excite the thrills, she rolled her hips violently forward 
and back, but the pain overrode any success.  Fortunately Harry was 
immune: a mouthful of piss was exciting enough for him.  Groaning and 
thrusting deeply, he discharged detectably into her.

Breathing deeply, she clambered off the panting man and squatted beside
him in the dusty path.

He studied her as his breathing subsided.  His hand went to the drooping
cock and rose to his face, dripping red.  "I can't believe this," he 
said finally.

"My uncle is stubborn."

"Why wouldn't he rip you?"

"He's my guardian."

"Jesus Christ!"

She giggled.  "Aren't you proud to get a virgin?"

"I guess so, although I married the first one."

"Not this one."

"Yeah."  He took a deep breath and shook his head.  "We still got a 
problem, Della."

He sat up, gathering his legs beneath him.  His face had lost all 
expression.

She shook her head.  "No, we don't.  I don't know a damn thing about 
you."

"Unfortunately, that's not so."  Suddenly his hands shot out and closed
on her throat.  He jumped erect, pulling her irresistibly to her own 
feet.  His hands were like the jaws of a vise.

He snarled with the effort.  "You know what I look like.  You know my 
first name.  You probably noticed my car tags.  Good-bye, Della.  God, 
it was fun!"

Two or three solutions occurred to Sam.  He chose to transfer to the 
sporting goods store in the mall, just in front of the display of 
baseball bats.  As the naked girl snatched up a large bat, she heard a 
gasp behind her.  But in an eye blink she stood half a mile away, ten 
feet further up the path from Harry, who was whirling around to search,
eyes wide, mouth open, cock outstanding.  His hands clenched to fists 
but she flashed behind him, already swinging the ball bat with all her 
strength.  With a dull thud it impacted the side of his head.  He 
collapsed on his face in the dust.

Pausing to think, she caught the man's hands in hers and, straining, 
dragged his body to a nearby tree trunk a foot in diameter.  His bladder
had released, leaving a dark trail in the dust.  She returned to the car
for his necktie and shirt.  Pulling his arms around the trunk, she laced
his fingers together and tied his wrists tightly.  Hooking one of his 
legs around a smaller tree, she tied his ankles together with the shirt
arms.  Only then did she check his pulse, which was strong and regular.

"That ought to hold you for a while."

She dressed in her own clothes, got in the car, pulled the seat all the
way forward and backed out of the woods to the paved alley.  Four blocks
away she found a small grocery store, where she bought two cold bottled
drinks with the money from his wallet.  Returning to the grove of trees,
she stopped the car before the man, paused to drink half of one bottle 
and took both with her to kneel beside him.

He still seemed to be unconscious.  She opened the second bottle and 
dribbled the cold liquid onto his face.  He gulped and his mouth opened
to catch it.

She said, "Sweeter than pee, don't you think?"

His eyes opened.  "God, I'm thirsty."

She let him drink directly from the bottle.  "How long have you been 
awake."

"Long enough."

"To untie yourself?"

"Yeah."  His hands appeared but stopped at his shoulders.  "I've figured
out it won't do me any good."

"And you didn't run because I've got your clothes."

"Exactly.  Though if you hadn't come back ..."

"Yeah.  Naked in the city: not a great situation, but better than the 
one you planned for me."

"Della ... what _are_ you?"

She giggled.

"You were just a twelve-year-old virgin!"

"Think again, Harry.  I recognize this place.  This is where a young 
girl got raped and killed a couple years ago.  By you, right?"

"No, no, not me!"  His eyes were huge.

"I think it was.  She was strangled too."

"What are you, some kind of victim avenger?"

She laughed.  "At least you have an imagination."

He seemed to get control of himself.  "What are you going to do with 
me?"

"I haven't decided.  Did you get your daughter to piss on you too?"

"Of course not!"

Her eyes narrowed.  "Tell me the truth, Harry.  Do you have any idea how
fast I could bite your dick off?"

His face went pale.  "You ...  All right.  She liked it."

"And ripped her cherry too?"

"Okay."

"And the girl that died here two years ago."

He took a breath.  "All right.  Della, it's like a ... like an 
addiction.  It builds up and I just have to do it."

"Do what?"

"Fuck an unspoiled child."

She nodded.  "I can understand that, Harry.  But I can't understand you
killing them."

"I didn't kill my daughter."

"You did something to make her hate you."

"Fucked her ass."

"Oh yeah?  I'll bet it wasn't the fucking.  It was the way you did it."

He sighed.  "You're right.  Are you going to beat me to death with that
bat?"

"I could.  But no, Harry, I'm going to do you a favor."

"A ... what?"

"I'm going to send you to a place you can fuck all the little girl 
shapes you want."

He blinked.  "Wh-what?"

Suddenly he found himself, still naked, on a grassy, mountainous 
hillside.  Children played in the distance.  Della stood beside him.  
"Go get 'em, Harry."

She vanished before he could react.


* * *


Sam returned Della to the grove of trees and Harry's car, where she 
found her billfold and transferred a twenty to it from Harry.  After a 
last glance around the place, dimmer now in late afternoon, Sam located
an empty stall in the ladies' room around the corner from the mall food
court.  He transferred her to that stall, closed the door, pushed down 
her shorts and panties and sat her on the toilet seat.  Remaining 
present for observation, he relaxed control of her mind.

Her bladder was nearly empty.  For long seconds she simply sat, 
unmoving, hardly blinking.  At last she said under her breath, "Good 
gracious!"  Hesitantly she waved an arm.  Of course she had noticed her
lack of control.

"Good gracious!" she repeated.  Her hand slipped between her legs.  A 
finger probed, causing her to wince.  She brought it up for inspection:
moist but not bloody.  Tearing off toilet paper, she wiped herself and 
inspected the paper: now a tinge of red.  Dropping the paper between her
legs, she withdrew the twenty dollar bill from her wallet, shook her 
head and replaced it.

"Good gracious!"  She stood up, straightened her clothing, flushed the 
toilet and opened the door to stare at the restroom wall a moment before
stepping out.

Another girl was washing her hands at the sink.  She turned around, eyes
widening.  "There you are!"

"You were late," said Della.

"_I_ was late?  Where've you been?"

"I ...  What do you mean, Becky?"

"Didn't you hear the loudspeakers?  They've been calling for you for 
half an hour."

"They have?"

"Where've you been?"  The other girl drew near inquisitively.  "Are you
all right, Della?"

"I ... guess."

Becky caught Della's elbow and tugged her toward the door.  "Come on.  
Let's tell them you're found."

Della allowed herself to be dragged into the hall, where she shook off 
the other's hand.  "I've got to make a phone call."

Becky's frowned.  "You sure you're all right?"

Della dashed away to the nearest payphone kiosk.  She took up the 
receiver, muttered, "I don't have a quarter," shrugged and punched 9-1-1
anyway.

It worked.  A woman's voice said, "Emergency Services.  State your 
name."

Della spoke quickly.  "At Bingham Alley behind the theater on Brand 
Street, where that girl was murdered a couple years ago, you can find 
the killer's car parked in the trees."

The voice squawked something but Della hung up the phone and turned to 
find that Becky had followed her.  The other girl's eyes were huge.  
"Good god, Della!"

With a silent chuckle Sam withdrew from Della's mind, thinking that he'd
like to know a lot more about this girl.


* * *


Sam surveyed Marcy's house and found mother taking a shower while 
daughter lay in Sean's arms, apparently chatting.  Amused by the idea of
contacting the mother appropriately, he flashed his attention to the 
shower room of the local YMCA and was not particularly surprised to find
a paunchy gray-haired man stooping to suck the cock of a slim youth, 
while a third stood nearby, cock in hand.

The voyeur had light brown hair and pubes with a matching mat on his 
chest.  Sam took full control of the man, transported him to Marcy's 
bathroom and pulled open the plastic curtain at the end away from the 
showerhead.

"Want some company?"  His voice was a strong baritone.

Marcy had been dreamily holding a vibrator to her clit.  She dropped the
instrument and whirled around, hand to mouth, blue eyes huge, gasping, 
"Oh, my god, please be Sam!"

He chuckled.  "At your service, Marcy."

Recovering quickly, she looked him up and down.  "You love to scare the
pee out of me!  Who are you this time?"

He shrugged.  "I don't know.  Some queer from the YMCA showers."

"You're dripping water on my rug.  Get in with me."

"Yes, ma'am."  He stepped over the side of the tub and caught her wet 
body against his own.  "Ah, you feel good!"

"Compared to the queers at the YMCA?  I didn't think you swung that way,
Sam!"

"I don't."  He chuckled.  "I saw you in the shower and figured a good 
place to grab a wet man was the Y.  I would've tried their pool next."

"What was this one doing to make his cock rise?"  She cocked her head to
leer at the substantial organ pressing her hip.  Her hand rose to stroke
it.

"Watching an old geezer blow a kid.  This guy was waiting his turn."

"They really do that sort of thing at the Y?"

"Yeah.  They rent rooms, you know.  I stayed in one for a couple days 
once, was offered more than one set of tonsils.  Entrails too."

Her eyes widened.  "Really?"

He chuckled again.  "Marcy, in a minute I'll suspect you like the idea 
of men fucking each other."

"Why not?  I know women licking pussies turn you on.  How does 69 feel 
with another man?"

"Damn 'f I know!"

"You always complained when _we_ did it."

"Huh?  Yeah.  You'd keep coming and forget to suck."

"A man wouldn't _keep_ coming."

He smiled.  "You have a point."

Her other hand stroked his belly and hairy chest.  "This guy is no boy."

"No, he's not."

"And he obviously doesn't hate females."

"What makes you so sure?"  He squeezed one of her puckered breasts.  
"It's me that loves this thing."

"I'll bet he loves to fuck assholes."

"Well, we know he likes to watch old men suck young cocks."

"Sean just did Natty's little butthole."  Reaching behind her, she 
turned off the flowing water.  "Let's dry off."

Out of the tub they toweled each other.  He said, "I wanted to ask you 
how Sean was getting on."

"What's it been, four days?  He spent all his time here until his mother
came home."

"Did he!  Well, they say youth has the stamina."

She grinned.  "We fucked him dry Sunday."

"You do have a thing for boy cocks, eh?"

She dropped to a seat on the toilet, arm encircling his hips.  "Any kind
of cock, Sam; any kind."  Her mouth slurped him in.

He chuckled, watching her lips conform to the full-sized one.  "You 
always loved them, didn't you, Marcy?  You just didn't know it."

She released him, eyes bright on his.  "All women love them.  Some of 
them just don't get enough to know it."  She rose to her feet, arm 
sliding up his body.  "Come on to bed, Sam."  She led him into the 
bedroom, grinning over her shoulder.  "I've been wondering what happened
to Jason."

"Still on the mountain studying nymphs and religion."

"Variety is nice too."

He laughed.  "I imagine so."

Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him on tiptoe.  "_You're_ 
my variety, Sam."  Releasing him, she frowned.  "What do you mean, 
'nymphs?'"

"I told you: the slopes of Olympus are full of nymphs and satyrs waiting
for a god to get horny.  It's a child-lover's idea of heaven."

"Jason's not a child-lover.  Unless you're running him."

"Isn't he?  He loves Pester, a nymph about Natty's size with a clit in 
her throat."

"A clit --  You mean she comes while sucking?  Hey, I want one of 
those!"

"Be careful what you wish for.  Pester curses the goddess who did it."

"Curses?  Whatever for?"

"She says the pussy orgasm is so much better."

"She does?  Oh, I get it.  The goddess took away her pussy clit.  Good 
heavens, I guess she _would_ curse!"

"We heard you talking," said a young female voice behind him.  "Is that
Sam?"

As Sam turned, Marcy responded in mild indignation, "Who else would it 
be?"

Natty, already at ten almost as tall as her mother, lounged in the 
doorway to the hall, hand on the jamb.  Sean, thirteen and slightly 
taller, stood in blond slimness behind her, eyes widening as the man's 
erection swung into view.

"Hiya, Natty and Sean," said Sam, smiling, in his host's baritone.

"You're S-Sam?" Sean stuttered in his breaking tenor.  "But I thought 
..."

Both females giggled.  Natty turned to grin at the youth.

Marcy said, "Sam's in his head.  You know how that is."

The lad blushed and looked away.

"What's the matter?" Sam asked curiously.

Natty's chin rose.  "We talked about you, Sam.  How would you feel if 
another man had been in your head and knew all your secrets?"

"But I don't know his secrets.  I told you: I can't read minds."

"You know how he feels when he comes."

Sam chuckled.  "Sure, but what's the big deal?  All men do that about 
the same."

"It's embarrassing to him."

"You need to get over that, Sean.  And Natty, if you think you can make
me feel guilty about snatching lovers for you, you're crazy.  I don't 
hurt them and it's too much fun."

The girl grinned.  "It _is_ fun!"

"The fact is both you and Sean ought to be grateful."

"Well ..."  She looked up speculatively at the lad.

"Sean because he'd be a virgin for years yet except for me.  You too, 
Natty."

She giggled.  "You're right."  She slipped to one side while her hand at
his back propelled Sean forward.  "Shake hands with our ...  What would
you call him, Mama, our good-deed-doer?"

"Benefactor," said Marcy positively.

"Pimp?" suggested Sam.

"What's a pimp?" asked Natty.

Sean extended his soft hand and Sam took it with a grin.  "A pleasure to
feel you from the outside, Sean."

The lad swallowed audibly.  "Uh.  Who-who _are_ you, Sam?"

"You mean who is Sam or whose is this hand you just let go like a hot 
potato?"

"Natty says you're like a Greek god."

"A little bit like, maybe.  Didn't she tell you what happened to me?"

"Yeah, she and Marcy both.  Is it true?"

"I've already shown you my powers, Sean."

"Like ... being in my bedroom then in a flash pissing in Natty's john?"

"That's one of them."

"How can ... _I_ do that?"

The lad's blue eyes fixed on Sam, who chuckled.  "Obviously you can't."

"I mean how can I learn it?"

"As far as I can tell, you have to persuade an Olympian to give you the
power."

"You did that?"

"I was lucky enough -- you can call it good luck or bad, it has elements
of both -- to make a goddess fall in love with me."

"Demeter," said Marcy, pronouncing the name correctly.  "I call it good,
even if you had to die first."

"It was a damned unpleasant way to go!"

The woman smiled archly.  "Now, Sam.  You love to show me how good it 
feels to get a cock up my ass."

He stared at her but began to nod while smiling slowly.  "Like 
everything else, that depends on why it's done."

"It does feel good!" Natty asserted.  "Like taking a long time to do 
number two."

Sam blinked.  "Number --  Oh."

She leered as her hand covered Sean's floppy dangler.  "This one 
slithered in there real nice today."

The lad blushed fiercely and turned sideways, unintentionally exposing 
himself.

"'Slithered?'" Sam repeated with a grin.  "That's how snakes move."

"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Natty, rolling her eyes dramatically while 
recapturing the wandering organ.  The adults laughed.

Sam said, "Sean, the last time I snatched you, you came so hard you fell
out of Natty and bounced your ass on the floor."

"Oh, god!" murmured the lad, face stricken.

"Of course I had her mother sucking on you too."

"Oh, _god_!" said Sean.

"Wow!" exclaimed Natty.  She moved her hand, exposing the boyish cock's
crimson knob.  "It practically jumped right up there."

"Marcy, I can't believe you never let him do that again."

The woman giggled.  "We didn't think of it.  We did let him swap back 
and forth between pussies.  I pulled Natty on top of me."

"I'm sure that was interesting.  And did you try him with your dildo in
the other hole?"

"Two or three times.  So did Natty.  That's how we wore him out Sunday."

"Did what?" asked the lad incredulously.  "I was still ready but you 
wanted to watch TV!"

Marcy said defensively, "PBS had a show on Greek mythology."

Natty chimed in.  "We saw Demeter."

Sam's eyebrows rose.  "An older Demi?"

"Um.  Not really.  This was a marble statue: a big woman in a long skirt
and dangly blouse.  You could see her nipples under it."

"Big tits?"

"Not very."

"Then it was some Greek sculptor's idea of Demeter.  Of course.  But 
back to Sean trading mother and daughter.  I trust you noticed, Marcy, 
how much he likes that idea."

"We tried something else too."

"What?"

"Letting him suck my boobs while he fucked us both together."

"Fucked you both together?"  Grinning, Sam craned his neck 
ostentatiously.  "Did I miss a second cock?"

"Maybe you did."  Marcy snickered.  "Let's show him, kids."

The girl fell into her mother's disheveled bed, crawled to the far edge
and flopped on her back.  The boy followed, working himself between her
spread legs.  The woman snatched up a tube of lubricating jelly, got 
into the bed on her back beside the girl and slathered the boy's hand.
Meantime his hips were already doing the timeless in-and-out.  Marcy 
guided his hand to her groin and worked it around.  In a moment it had 
slipped into her past the knuckles.

"Now make a fist," she ordered.  Leering up at Sam, she caught the lad's
wrist and pumped it vigorously into herself.

"Yeah," said Sam, "I see the second cock.  What gave you that idea, 
Marcy?"

Natty crowed, "_I_ did!"

"God, you two are a lewd pair!"

Marcy giggled.  "I know you love us, Sam."

"I wonder how that feels."

"You'll never know."

"Won't I?  Raise your butt."  Sam stuffed a pillow beneath her, crawled
on the bed, opened her legs, leaned sideways enough to clear the lad's 
raised elbow and guided his re-erected organ carefully beneath the 
slippery hand into the woman's vagina.

"Good god!" murmured the lad, peering around at the man's face.

Sam nudged his knob into the lad's palm, striking the curled fingers.  
Reflexively they opened enough to grasp it.

The lad's eyes widened.  "Golly, that's a big cock!"

Sam chuckled, pleased with himself.  "Which shows any size fits a hand 
_and_ a pussy."

Marcy demanded, "What are you doing?  Are you both fucking me?"

Sam said, "In a manner of speaking: _together_, as you like to note."

"Oh god!"

They both felt her sphincter close.  She moaned and Sam chuckled.

"Is she coming?" asked Sean in wonder.

"Like a steam engine," said Sam, fucking vigorously.

"Oh god, me too!" declared Natty, hips rolling.  "Fuck me hard, Sean."

All four were soon grunting in climax.  Sam made sure of the general 
ecstasy.


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