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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Summer, 2008


Chapter 14: _Planning a Repeat_


Sam's two hours controlling Shayna had been less than thrilling.  She 
had required frequent repetition of his Climax Spell to maintain her 
sexual interest.  In this she was unique among his paramours since 
acceding to Olympus, a condition he felt could bear further 
investigation.  But he was tired and admitted it with a mental sigh -- 
not tired of sex but tired of coercing reluctant minds.  So he 
transferred to Olympus, waking his body that lay asleep in one of 
Demeter's talk rooms.

Casting about over the sunny slopes he found Dobbit, the satyr, still or
perhaps again in conversation with Jason, the human of the enormous 
cock.  The two males sat erect, arms on their knees.  Near Jason lay two
of the "teenage" nymphs, the ones with breasts.  He recognized Tolis's 
mind.  She sat behind Jason, her head on his shoulder, arms around his 
chest.  Oddly none was fucking -- of this group at least.

Sam transferred his body to stand over Jason.

Dobbit and Tolis looked up.  Dobbit smiled.  "Hail, my lord!"

"Hello, Dobbit.  And Tolis.  Jason, I owe you an apology."

The seated man blinked.  "I don't know why, Lord."

"For neglect.  Quite a bit of time has passed on Earth since I brought 
you here."

"It has?"

"About six weeks.  I recall Marcy describing you as a criminal lawyer."

"Six weeks?"  The man's eyes widened.  "Good heavens!  I've missed two 
court dates.  Uh, isn't there something you can do, Lord?  I'm told time
isn't the same between here and there."

"It isn't.  But I can't return to Earth at a time before I was last 
there.  Hmm.  Dobbit, do you know if I can push _him_ back there to an 
earlier time?"

The satyr sighed.  "I have no such powers, Lord.  May I suggest you ask
Pester?"

"I don't see --"  But of course he located her immediately.  She was 
sucking the barbed cock of the god, Pan -- no, the god was fucking her 
mouth while a satyr fisted the divine asshole somewhere atop the 
mountain in a setting very like a Demeter fuck room.

"Pester appears to be occupied," he said dryly and sat down in the 
manner of the group: knees drawn up, arms on knees.

"You could summon her," Dobbit reminded him.

"No, this time I'll wait for her.  Jason, what have you learned here?"

The man took a deep breath and shook his head.  "A great deal.  The most
important point, I guess, is that my infallible, inerrant source is 
neither."

"The bible?"

"The real gods know our origins hardly better than the authors of that 
book."  Jason chuckled sourly.  "It seems that man -- modern man -- may 
understand the universe more thoroughly than gods do."

"Oh?  You believe in the Big Bang?"

"Dobbit does."

The satyr said, "It rings truer than Gaia birthing Uranus in nothing, 
though perhaps with less fun.  At least it explains the background 
radiation in space.  Uranus's virgin birth or Jehovah's seven days 
explain nothing."

"So, Jason, Dobbit has made you a cynic?"

"Not just a cynic.  I'd go further and call me a disbeliever.  In the 
bible, that is.  I've talked to nymphs and satyrs who were alive during
the time period of the bible's key events.  Nothing to attract the 
notice of gods occurred in Jerusalem two millennia ago.  And a 
fire-breathing rift in the ground destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah."

Sam regarded the satyr.  "I thought you agreed the Jewish God existed."

"As much as any," said Dobbit with a smile, "but not His so-called son,
Jesus Christ.  As far as we can tell on Olympus, humans made that one up
from whole clods, as I believe you say."

"Um.  You mean, 'whole cloth.'"

"Whatever."

Jason's expression was intent.  "Dobbit has an interesting theory to 
explain the Gods that do exist."

"Which is?"

"They're a different kind of life that uses carbon but isn't limited to
it."  The man gestured at the green slopes around them.  "He says 
Olympus is in a different universe from Earth -- but you already know 
that."

"How does he explain Their powers?"

"They use energies that our physicists have yet to discover."

"That ... could be."  Sam chuckled hollowly.  "I guess it _must_ be!"

"I can't wait to return to Earth.  I want to write it all down."

"And found a new religion?"

"Restore the oldest faith -- this time a true one."

"Won't you have the same problem?  You can't prove anything."

"I told you," said Dobbit.

Jason shook his head.  "There's got to be a way!"

"They won't help you," said Dobbit, as if a reminder.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

"Zeus invoked Jason and several of us recently, having heard of that 
marvelous cock and wanting to compare it.  He played with it and asked 
if Jason had found its size to be advantageous.  Jason answered all His
questions, even submitted to a divine cocksucking, and finally asked Him
for powers -- any power at all, actually -- that he could use to 
persuade humans.  I couldn't believe Zeus's reaction.  He began throwing
thunderbolts.  We barely escaped banishment."

Sam's mouth fell open.  "Did Zeus say why?"

"He threw us out of His throne room before we could ask."

"I have a theory," said Jason, eyes glittering.  "Zeus is afraid of man
learning too much."

"That's hard to believe."

"Perhaps not," said Dobbit.  "Zeus was present at Hiroshima and 
Nagasaki.  He said He was absolutely appalled.  So far as I know, none 
of the Gods can make a nuclear explosion."

Jason leaned forward earnestly.  "Lord Sam, would you return a nymph and
a satyr to earth with me?"

Dobbit raised a hand sharply.  "Careful, Lord.  You don't know who's 
listening."

"No, of course not, Jason," Sam declared instinctively.  "I probably 
can't anyway."  He took an unnecessary breath.  "But I definitely think
it's time for you to go home."


* * *


Sam's mind probed Jason's house in the human preserve, casting about in
time, until he saw a woman -- Letty -- appear briefly in the kitchen.  
Then occupying her body, he had last visited the house while fleeing 
from Fred's attempted takeover.  That had occurred about a week before 
school started, perhaps three weeks on Earth after moving Jason to 
Olympus and after his last takeover of Sean, where he had released the 
lad just before ejaculating into Natty's undersized pussy.  Confident 
that Jason would look up mother and daughter, Sam chose the day after 
that visit as his target.

He would like to consult with Pester, but her throat was still climaxing
around Pan's cock.  At least he could try it!  He enveloped Jason's body
and _pushed_ it to its own kitchen on Earth at the selected time.  Jason
vanished from the group on the slopes in the middle of a sentence.  
Fortunately Tolis had leaned away from him.

All the group looked around at Sam.  Dobbit said, "Did he get home?"

Sam had a glimpse of Jason, sitting naked and awed on his kitchen floor.
"Yes.  It worked."

"I thought it would," said the satyr with a sheepish grin.  "I was just
afraid to say so in case it didn't."

Sam leaned down on his elbow, caught Tolis's arm and pulled her against
him.  Smiling, her mouth sought his for a kiss.  When their lips parted,
he looked up and asked the group, "Why was nobody fucking Jason?"

The nymph in his arms sniffed.  "Our Climax Spells aren't as strong as 
yours, Sam."

"You mean ..."

"Right.  Nothing we did would get it up again."

Sam laughed briefly.  His humor ceased when he wondered if the same 
thing could happen to him.  He decided probably not, so long as he could
change bodies.  In a moment he and Tolis were fucking with the nymph on
top, bending forward to drag her pointed breasts across his chest.  The
quick arrival of her orgasmic squeaks was reassuring.

Sam grinned at the interested satyr.  "Tell Zeus size isn't that 
important."

Dobbit waved a hand indifferently.  "I know the answer to Jason's 
question."

Tolis was climaxing but Sam felt no particular pressure.  "What 
question?"

"Whether you could have transported some of us to the Human Preserve."

"Can I?"

"No.  Zeus hasn't favored that since the start of the Heroic Period, 
about five millennia ago as you humans measure time.  He forbade it
completely about the year 1300."

"I ... see, I guess.  But what of Pester?  I took _her_."

"That's the exception.  You cannot send our bodies there but you can 
take as many of our _minds_ with you as you wish."


* * *


Although he might not be able to _control_ humans at times before his 
last visit to the Human Preserve, Sam had seen that he could at least 
use their minds to _view_ earlier surroundings.  He returned his body to
Demeter's couch and cast his mind back to Jason, recently restored to 
his own kitchen.

The man, still nude, sat at his kitchen table, now covered with mail, 
newspapers and a calendar, scanning through the mass of verbiage.  Sam 
slipped ahead.  An hour later Jason took a shower, dressed casually and
went out.  Dusk was settling on the street.  He simply walked along the
side of road ... past Sam's old house, now sporting a "For Sale" sign, 
and up the walk to Marcy's front door, where he pressed the doorbell.

Natty in a wrinkled robe answered the door.  Her blue eyes widened.  
"Jason!  I mean, Mr. Carlyle!"

"Jason will do."  He smiled at her.  "I hope you're glad to see me."

"Or is it Sam?"

"I hate to disappoint you, my sweet, but this time I'm only Jason.  May
I speak to your mother?"

Face suddenly pale, the little girl backed away from the door.  "Are you
... melting down over what we did to you?"

"Melting ..."  He chuckled.  "No, if I understand you.  I've learned a 
great deal since Sam, ah, introduced us.  May I come in?"

She nodded but turned abruptly and ran up the stairs on one side of the
foyer.  "Mamma, Mamma, Jason's here!"

With a shrug he passed into the foyer, closed the door behind him and 
waited.  In a moment Marcy appeared at the top of the stairs, hair 
disheveled, wearing a robe that matched her daughter's.  Natty stood 
behind her, peering over her shoulder.

"Jason.  It's really you!" cried the woman, eyes wide as the girl's.

He bowed slightly.  "How do you do?"  He added with a grin.  "This is a
bit awkward.  As you know, the last time we met I was really Sam."

"But now?"

"Now I'm just Jason."

"Sam's not ... with you?"

"Not so far as I know.  Has he told you where he sent me?"

"To ... the mountain of the gods."

"Olympus.  He returned me to Earth about two hours ago and I ... well 
..."

Marcy cocked her head.  "And you came to see us first, is that right?"

He nodded gravely.  "Yes, I did."

The woman took a breath.  "I guess the question is what do you want?"

He blinked.  "It should be obvious!"

"Well, it isn't.  Without Sam you were such a ... pious Christian that 
--"

He interrupted her.  "The past tense is correct."

"Oh?"

"On Olympus I learned a great deal, Marcy.  The fact is, I came here 
because I _loved_ what I -- what Sam made me do to you."  He sighed.  "I
thought you loved it too."

"We did."  Marcy smiled.  "In that case, how about coming upstairs --  
Oh, wait.  It's dinnertime.  Would you like something to eat?"

He chuckled slightly.  "Would you believe -- I can hardly believe it 
myself -- I've had nothing to eat or drink in _days_?  I'm thirsty as 
the devil!"

Marcy began to descend the stairs, addressing the girl over her 
shoulder.  "Natty, bring Sean.  We'll fix sandwiches."

"Ah, you have company," noted Jason.

At the foot of the stairs Marcy smiled up at him.  "Sam didn't tell you
about Natty's boyfriend?  He's thirteen."

"I ... see.  I can come back another time."

"What's wrong with now?"  Marcy chuckled.  "I think you'll love Sean."

"Do you mean ..."

"Oh yes!  Sam trained him.  He'll love you too -- one way or the other."

Jason bowed slightly.  "I submit to your judgment."

Her eyes lit.  "This'll be fun!  Come on to the kitchen while I make 
sandwiches."

He took a seat at the table while she removed food from the 
refrigerator.  "Ah, Marcy, I am truly thirsty.  Could I have a glass of
cold water?"

She spun to regard him.  Her whole demeanor had brightened.  "We should
celebrate.  How about a glass of bubbly?"  Without awaiting his answer 
she extracted a tall bottle and passed it to him, along with a towel.  
"But you'll have to open it.  I'm chicken, which is probably why I still
have it."

He popped the cork, using his thumbs, while she sat out two tall flutes.
When filled, she held hers towards him.  "Welcome back!"

They clicked glasses and he drained his in one long draught, then 
sneezed.

She blinked.  "You _were_ thirsty!  Let me pour you another."

He covered his glass.  "I'm unaccustomed to wine.  Can you make me some
ice water?"

She produced water over ice, finished her own drink and poured herself 
another.  At the sink counter she busied herself with the sandwich 
makings, saying over her shoulder, "Don't they serve liquids on 
Olympia?"

"Olympus.  Mount Olympus.  I heard of something called nectar but didn't
taste it.  Far as I could tell, they neither drink nor eat on that 
mountain.  Nor sleep."

"Which gods did you see?"

"Zeus."

"Really?  What was He like?"

"Awesome.  He glowed."

"'Glowed?'"

"He sits in a very bright light.  He threw thunderbolts.  If you count 
Sam as a god, I saw him too."

Her eyes widened.  "You saw the real Sam?  How'd he look?"

He was starting to describe the bearded demigod when a nude Natty 
bustled into the room, bare feet slapping on the linoleum.  Behind her 
was an equally nude male, slightly taller, round eyed, whose hands 
strayed to conceal his genitals.

"We heard a pop!" cried the girl.  Her eyes widened.  "Champagne!  Can 
we have some too?"

Marcy looked at Jason.  "What's your opinion of kids drinking alcohol?"

"Big ones like these?  Here it's illegal, of course, but French kids get
wine with nearly every meal."

"First things first, Mother," said Natty primly.  She stepped aside.  
"Jason, this is our friend, Sean, who lives across the street.  Sean, 
this is our friend, Jason.  He's been studying with the gods on 
Olympus."

"Hi!" said Sean, blushing, hands clamped in his groin.

The man looked him up and down and smiled pleasantly.  "I'm pleased to 
meet you, Jason.  You're a handsome lad."

"Th-thank you, sir!"  The boy blinked rapidly.  "Wow, Olympus!"

"I was just telling Marcy about it."

"Sam with a black beard!" exclaimed the woman.  "That's not the Sam we 
knew."

"Probably just a body he snatched," suggested Natty.

"Not exactly," said Jason.  "According to Dobbit it's one Demeter got 
for him.  He was killed here on Earth."

"We know," said mother and daughter in unison.  "Who's Dobbit?" asked 
the girl.

"You kids sit down," said Marcy, adding contrarily, "Natty, get some 
little glasses.  You can have that much champagne.  Jason, I hope you 
like ham and cheese."

"Of course.  Dobbit is the satyr I conversed with.  His knowledge is 
incredible.  I guess it ought to be: he's 5000 years old."

He entertained them during the meal with tales of life on Olympus, both
witness and hearsay, even including some of Dobbit's religious 
revelations.  Sean remained mostly silent and would not meet Jason's 
eye.  Noticing, the man deliberately brought the boy into the 
discussion.

"I understand you're a musician, Sean."

"Uh, sort of."

Natty declared, "He's fierce at the violin."

"Ah, 'fierce?'"

"I mean he's really good."

"I have a piano at my place -- my _pad_, you would say?  Let's plan on 
making some music."

"Okay."  The boy seemed surprised.  "Natty plays the clarinet."

"Does she!"  The man smiled at the girl.  "I'll get us some transposed 
scores.  Do you also play, Marcy?"

The woman had finished the bottle of champagne.  Her face was shiny.  
She leered at him and winked.  "I play the flute: two of them right in 
this room."

"Two flutes?" asked Sean in wonder.

The woman added, "I mean meat flutes, not champagne glasses."  She 
hiccupped, said, "Oops!" and eyes wide, covered mouth with hand.

Jason grinned.  "It seems you're good with champagne flutes too.  All 
right.  I'm game, but ..."  He sighed.  "Without Sam directing, are you
sure we won't embarrass anyone?"

Eyes level, Marcy said, "What did you do on Olympus besides talk?"

He stared at her and shrugged.  "I had more sex than in my whole 
previous life, maybe even including masturbation."

Marcy bored in.  "With who -- uh, ah, _whom_?"

"Nymphs.  Mostly."

"Little girls with tails and Spock's ears?"

"Not like Spock's: more like furry goat's ears.  They can wiggle them 
all around, just like a goat.  Yes, nymphs are small creatures.  Most of
them are a bit shorter than Natty.  But they aren't girls."

"Then how did you fuck them?"

"They have a girl's equipment, all except tits."  He grinned.  "I met 
one named Pester who had a clit in her throat.  She really loved to play
your flute."

"Sam told me about her.  Did they all love to play it?  How did they 
take it in elsewhere?"

"You've already seen that it's attitude that matters, not size."

"Did you ream them new assholes, Jason?"

The man smiled sheepishly.  "I tried."

"I need a new one too."  Marcy wiped her mouth, stood up, came around 
the table and pulled a chair next to the man.  She threw off her robe, 
verifying that it was her only garment, sat down and took a deep breath.
"Can I play a few notes?"

Jason looked at the two youths, both of whom returned his gaze with 
interest, clearly undaunted by the woman's display.  He shrugged, rose 
to his feet and stepped out of his jeans.  He had not bothered with 
underpants.  His huge cock was a soft curve of flesh, just beginning to
stir.  It was enough to produce a gasp from Sean.

Natty sniffed at the lad.  "Just wait till it gets hard!  I want to 
compare them.  Let me make yours hard."

Both males shoved their chairs away from the table and leaned back while
a female knelt to each.  Sam, watching through Jason's eyes, found the 
difference in techniques interesting.  Slurping noisily, Marcy tried to
take in the entirety of the man's huge organ, though it gagged her even
before growing erect.  Natty, the neater, held her object at the base 
between thumb and forefinger and bobbed her mouth swiftly over the 
lengthening shaft.

The girl cut her eyes around at her mother's effort and when she judged
it successful, rose to her feet, tugging on the lad's organ.  "Get up, 
Sean.  Let's compare them."

Pulling Marcy away from Jason and pushing the lad between the man's 
legs, Natty caught up the larger organ and compressed the smaller 
against it.  "A little over half as large," she said judiciously.  She 
tilted her head at the lad.  "Sean, has yours grown some?  What are you
blushing for?"

"Ah, ah," the lad stuttered.  "I think so."  He smiled proudly.  "Just 
this month too."

"Really, in one month?" said Marcy, looking over his shoulder while her
hand caressed his round butt.

Natty bent over and tried to fit both knobs into her mouth.

Sean trembled.  "That tickles!"

The girl arose, mouth wet, and shook her head.  "I couldn't do it."

"Let me!" asserted the mother, taking her place.  Slurps sounded.  Sean
bent his torso to the side and declared, "She made it!"

Marcy straightened.  "Wow, what a mouthful of cock!"

"Big mouth!" her daughter accused with a sneer.

The woman grinned.  "Don't be jealous, dear.  Yours'll grow as you do.
But now I want to fill up the rest of me.  Let's all go upstairs."


* * *


Sam skipped ahead in time and read along while Jason added to his diary.

[Handwriting]
Before going to Marcy this evening, I had almost decided to leave this 
city.  But my reception in her house settled it.  For the last six hours
I have, with her help and the help of two children, broken laws of god 
and some of man's having the most draconian punishments, while 
delighting in every act.  I shall stay here in this city but depart my 
church, make my excuses to the court, represent my guilty clients with 
greater compassion and marry Marcy Blaise if she'll have me.  Certainly
I'll never find a woman more agreeable to my new world view.

I must find a way to thank Sam for revealing the truth to me -- not 
least the truth about myself.

[Normal Font]
* * *


Sam sought out Tanya's mind the following day and discovered -- 
surprise, surprise -- that her social rank had changed drastically.  In
the cafeteria line boys constantly accosted her.  "Hey, Tanya, you're 
looking good!"  They squeezed her ass cheeks, kissed the back of her 
neck, stroked her shoulders and more than once cupped her breasts.  Sam
could feel the heat on her face, but she smiled all around her.  "Foxy 
Tanya, my car's running again.  How about we hookup Friday night?"  
Several such proposals arose.

She kissed back twice before filling her tray, then went smiling to 
Elgy's table, now seating other boys.  They happily made room for her.
He threw her a kiss.  "Ooo, Elgy!" she breathed, kissing towards him.

The talk was furious, mainly centered on the schedule of the next 
"cluster fuck," apparently meant literally now as opposed to 
metaphorically.  The group reached a consensus that the furnace room 
wouldn't serve again.  One boy declared, "I saw Caper and Fong going 
down there this morning."

In any large group at least one participant is dependably ignorant of 
buzzwords.  Sam soon learned that Caper and Fong meant the principal and
the janitor, respectively -- their actual last names.

Katy and two other girls from Hannah's entourage of yesterday showed up.
The boys quickly combined two additional tables with theirs, and the 
conviviality ratcheted up a notch.  Katy was obviously welcome but, 
curiously to Sam, not fawned upon nearly as much as Tanya -- or even as
much as the two who had missed the furnace room.  Tanya scanned around 
the cafeteria.  Her table was the center of attention.  The noise level
in the room was much higher than yesterday.

She grinned at the circle of boys and said loudly enough to be heard 
over the din, "The whole school's buzzing, isn't it?"

A boy said, "Not just here.  My math teacher said if we didn't settle 
down he'd cancel the class."

"Did you?"

"Yeah, damn it!"

The group laughed louder than the riposte deserved.

Katy drew their attention.  "I know where we can throw the next gig."

"Where?" was the universal question.  For a moment the table was silent.

"In the auditorium.  Nobody's rehearsing right now."

"Yeah!" agreed one of the boys.  "And all the props from _Men's Club_ 
are still on the stage."

"Props?"

"Settees and couches.  Great for scrogging!"

"What a napalm idea!"  The approval was unanimous.

"_When?_" was the next general question.  "How about this afternoon?"

The boys fell silent, looking at the girls.

"I don't know ..." said one of the inexperienced doubtfully.

"Not today," said Tanya firmly.  "Maybe tomorrow."

"Why not today?" was the challenge.

She raised her chin and regarded the boy.  "I'm sore."

That actually raised a cheer.  The closest boy kissed her ear and said 
approvingly to the others, "She talks the talk too!"

"Thursday then," said Katy.

The ear kisser said, "They'll see us going in unless we wait till Caper
goes home.  Ha!  I got it: I'll sneak in and unlock the stage's back 
door."

"Right!" cried his neighbor.  "We'll all use the back door."

"After Seventh Period."

"Will you two come?" asked another boy, looking at the new girls.

"I don't know," said the doubter.

"Maybe," said the other, taking a deep breath.  "Katy made it sound 
pretty gnarly."

"It was!" a boy cried.  "Uh, how do you mean that?"

"Real sketchy."

"What?  We won't hurt you.  Ask Tanya or Katy."

"It's heavy.  I'll decide Thursday."

"There'll be lots more guys."  The boy looked at Katy.  "What do you 
hear from Hannah?"

"Nothing.  She and that sophomore laid out today."

"I talked to Hannah," said the procrastinator.

"What's she like?"

"You don't want to know."  The girl reconsidered.  "Well, she loved it 
and she hated it."

"Does that make sense?"

"She's like, 'I'm losing my mind.'"

"Wow!  That smashing, huh?"

"It's not funny."

"Well, look, tell her about Thursday.  Everybody wants her at the gig."

"If there is one," said another boy.  "How many chicks?  Maybe only 
two?"

"Two's enough," declared Katy.

"I guess so," said the boy, showing less enthusiasm.  He sighed.  
"_I'll_ be there!"

The euphoria subsided after that.  People began to leave the table.  
Soon Tanya and Elgy were alone.

Sam took over the girl's controls, made her move next to Elgy and say 
quietly, "We need to talk.  I'll duck into an empty classroom.  You 
follow me and I'll take us somewhere private."

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."  He glanced at his wristwatch.  "Lunch Period is over in 15 
minutes."


* * *


Two minutes later they stood in Sam's new kitchen.

"We got to make this quick," said Elgy.

"Okay.  I know a way to get us a hell of a lot of girls."

"You do?"  Elgy barked a laugh.  "Offer each a hundred bucks?"

Sam shook the girl's head.  "I can't believe a 15-year-old would suggest
that."

"Actually it was Uncle Fred."

"Are you back, Fred?"

"Not now," said Elgy.  "He took me for a ride last night, fucked my ass
and made me tell all about Tuesday."  The lad added contemptuously, "His
dick wilted."

"You're saying we can't count on any help from Fred, the faggot.  Well,
it doesn't matter.  We don't need him."

"We don't?"

"No.  Has Fred ever talked about conditions on Olympus?"

"No.  He's afraid to talk about it."

"Well, I'm not.  It has female creatures, hundreds of them called 
_nymphs_, that love to fuck any way you want and jump on you if you 
barely wink at them.  I can bring their _minds_ here to take over girls.
The question is, which girls?"

"'Nymphs?'  What's that?"

"Like girls, except they have tails.  I can't transport their bodies, 
Elgy; the gods won't let me: only their minds.  They'll be like Fred."

"And they'll ... take over chicks?"

"Make them fuck like minxes.  The question is, which ones?"

"Who cares?  God, a hundred girls!"

"I expect that's too many.  Say 40 or 50.  I thought you wanted revenge
on certain girls."

"The hell with that!  God, 50 couples fucking on the stage!"

Sam giggled.  "You got a camcorder?"

"I can borrow one.  Wow, napalm!"

"What do you mean, 'napalm?'"

"Great idea, covers everything."

Sam shook Tanya's head.  "I guarantee you: on the receiving end napalm 
is no great idea!  All right, any girls will do.  I'll just grab them 
out of Seventh Period classes on Thursday."

"Wow!  Wow, I can't wait!"

Sam transferred Elgy and Tanya to an empty classroom then paused to 
consider what he had overheard at lunch.  "Caper and Fong," eh?  What 
had principal and janitor made of the furnace room?  Were they 
forewarned of further adventures?

Casting his mind back in time to that morning, he scanned the dark 
furnace room until the door opened to a beam of light from the hall.  A
man in work clothes came into the room and turned on its light.  He wore
a nametag on his breast: Jamie Fong.  Asiatic features agreed with the 
name.  This was the janitor.

He took a couple steps and stopped suddenly, visibly sniffing the air.
"Huh!" he declared in surprise, looking around at the cluttered floor.
Eyes widening, he bent to pick up a silvery item beside the misaligned 
cot.  It was half way to his face before he and Sam recognized it: a 
greasy condom heavy with liquid.  With a grimace he threw it away to 
splat on the wall.

Sam slipped passively in his mind as the man rushed to the stairs.  
Reaching the main hall, the pudgy man was short of breath after having 
raced up from the basement.  He barged into the principle's office, 
passed the secretary and presented himself at the open door inscribed 
with the name Lloyd Caper, Principal.

The man behind the desk raised his head in concern.  "Is there a 
problem, Jamie?"

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Caper, but you'll have to see it for yourself."

Caper rose to his feet.  He was a short, slight man with narrow 
shoulders who looked close to fifty.  He possessed a prissy quality in 
Sam's judgment because of the perfectly manicured nails on pale, 
hairless hands and the manner in which he formed his words.

"Is that really necessary, Jamie?  I've got a lot to do today.  Can't 
you describe the situation?"

Fong lowered his voice.  "It has to do with kids, sex and the furnace 
room, sir."

Caper frowned.  "This wouldn't be the first time that a couple of kids 
made out in the basement."

"It's a lot more than that, sir.  You'll have to judge for yourself."

"Oh, very well, but let's be quick about it."

Fong and Caper left the office and entered the hallway.  The hall 
contained only a few stray students, the school day having begun.  The 
drone of pedagogic voices and subdued coughing filled the background.  
Watching Caper through the janitor's eyes and noting his distinctly 
effete manner, Sam concluded that he was probably the butt of many 
adolescent jokes.


* * *


"I don't know how they got in, sir.  The door locks automatically when 
shut and only you and I have keys."

"Christ!  The stench is revolting!"

"There must have been a lot of them, sir."

Sam watched Caper survey the room.  The cot's blankets were a sodden 
mess.  The tile floor, blotched suspiciously here and there, was strewn
with empty soda cans and even a whiskey bottle.  The most telling 
evidence of what had occurred here were a number of discarded condoms, 
most of which still retained full measures of adolescent semen.

Sam recalled that a few of the older boys had insisted on such 
protection for fear of infection.  Shayna had been fucked by one such 
lad, although her six other partners had penetrated their youthful 
hostess with unadorned cocks.

"This is terrible, just terrible," moaned the principal.  "Look at that
blanket!"  He skidded his foot deliberately on the tile.  "And this 
floor is slippery in several places.  What in the world happened here?"

"I think the kids would call it a gangbang."

"My god, the poor boys on the receiving end!  I'm amazed that none has 
complained."

"It, uh, wasn't just boys, sir."

The principal blinked.  "How do you know?"

Fong reached under the cot and fastidiously retrieved a small pink 
garment that crackled as he raised it aloft.

"What's that?"

"I believe it's a girl's panties."

"Good god, it _is_!  D-do you suppose they made their victims wear it?"

Fong raised the garment closer to his face, sniffed and shook his head.
"A girl wore this."

Caper blinked.  "You believe the odor is distinctive?"

The janitor thrust it forward.  "Smell it yourself."

The principal bent slightly and obliged.  He nodded slowly.  "I believe
you're right.  But if a _girl_ was involved ..."  His voice trailed off
in renewed horror.

"Might've been several girls.  The others didn't lose their panties.  
Maybe they only wore panty-hose."

"Good god!  Then that means ...  I don't dare try to keep this a secret,
Jamie.  It's best that the school board hear about this from me."

"Yeah.  It's best to cover your ass before parents start screaming.  
Should I clean it up?"

Caper shuffled his feet.  "Go make your rounds, Jamie.  I'll stay here a
while longer.  I have to think."

As Fong turned to leave, Sam jumped to Caper's mind.  The first thing he
noticed was that the man had a full erection.


* * *


The diminishing sound of Fong's foot steps echoed down the basement 
hall.  Caper waited unmoving until he heard the slam of a distant metal
door and peered from the doorway to determine that he was indeed alone 
in the basement.

"But who were the boys?" he whispered aloud as he leaned down to 
retrieve a condom that dangled over a soda can and which retained its 
full complement of spunk.

"Older ones, evidently, judging from the amount of semen.  God!  Four of
the school board members have sons enrolled here."

He held the condom in front of him, half an arm's length away from his 
face.  It was unrolled to about six inches, and an ounce or more of 
spunk weighed the end of it.  He brought it close to his face and 
sniffed then twisted his mouth in disgust.

"I wonder what it smells like when it's fresh."

The man continued to whisper.  Perhaps a habit when alone?

"A senior probably did this.  Maybe a hairy boy.  Maybe not.  God!  How
much does a ninth grader shoot?  I want to know!"

Caper stepped to the doorway and peered out again.  He then rolled up 
the condom to the point that the semen almost oozed out.

"I can only imagine!  I've sucked five inches of banana, but I never 
knew a fourteen year old boy."

He looked into the hallway again and unzipped his fly.  He pulled forth
an erect cock of modest size and rolled the greasy condom onto it.

"It's shameful!  I want a real boy!"

With condom in place, he squeezed the tip of it to lubricate his cock 
with another's used semen.  The rubber slipped back and forth in his 
urgent hand.

"It not just sex!  I want to love a pretty one!"

Sam felt the pleasure grow quickly then the release as Caper gasped.

The principal, obviously a repressed homosexual by desire if not 
practice, supported himself with a hand on the door jam.  He sighed then
removed the doubly loaded condom.  After wiping with a handkerchief, he
put his apparatus away and zipped up.

"Like Jamie said, I'll have to cover my ass and tell the school board 
about this right away.  But, God!  Will I ever have a boy?"

Sam withdrew from the principal, wondering how he might put Elgy 
together with the man before Caper notified the school board.


Contact:
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