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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Summer, 2008


Chapter 16: _Out of Control_


Today Hannah attended school.  Sam slipped into her mind without taking
control.  She sat with her shoulders hunched and head down, looking 
around at a lunch crowd even more restive than the day before.  Elgy sat
beside her with Tanya on his other side.  Katy sat across the table.  As
usual for Hannah, two tables had been pushed together to seat other 
girls and now additional boys.  None of them were obvious jocks.  The 
conversation flew from one mouth to another, though Hannah and Elgy were
silent.

"Isn't it like a rave?" asked one of the girls.

"Without the music," said a boy.

"Without the _excuse_ of the music," suggested another with a snigger.

"Oh, wow!" declared a petite brunette with a dreamy smile.  "Do you know
what happened to me at the _Hard Rock Show_ last summer?"

The sniggerer declared, "You've fessed up on that about 20 times, 
Maisy."

The third boy ordered, "Let her tell it again."

"I got passed all over the crowd."

"Just passed?"

"By the time I got to the end, I'd lost all my clothes, even my shoes."

"I love that part," said the boy, patting her hand.

"Then they put me up on the stage."

"How'd you get home, Maisy?"

"After the show, when they got through with me, a musician gave me his 
robe."

One of the girls showed interest.  "What'd your mom say when she saw 
you?"

"'Good thing you're on the pill!'"

They laughed.  A boy demanded, "You _are_ coming this afternoon, aren't
you, Maisy?"

"Oh, I hope so!"

That drew a greater laugh.

Sam exerted control of his hostess, leaned closer to Elgy and asked 
quietly, "You want to point out some girls?"

The lad blinked at her.  "Sam?"

"Yeah.  How about the ones at this table?"

Elgy sniffed.  "They don't need help.  All but that one on the end are 
hot for it."

Sam directed his thought "behind his ear."  _Who's the first nymph?_

Pester replied, _They can't decide._

_Then you send one into the girl I'm looking at._

He felt a distinct departure.  To Elgy he said, "Now pick some from the
crowd."

Elgy's gaze swung out and around.  "Well, there's Harriet and --"

"I don't know the names."

"The foxy blonde at the next table."

_You see her, Pester?_

_Got it._  He felt another departure.

"Three other girls at the same table, but ...  Do you want cherries?  
Word is they're all untapped."

"Only as a last resort.  Who else?"

"Two at the next table.  They've been parking."

_Take them._  Two more departures.

Elgy chose a dozen girls before he began to hesitate after passing up 
several suspected virgins.

"All right," Sam said.  "I'm going to swap to you and let Hannah 
choose."

"Christ!  How many do you want?"

"Fifty-seven."

"Jesus!"

At that moment Katy was the center of attention, pointing out those boys
she particularly wanted to be invited to the rave.  Sam transferred to 
Elgy's head and assumed control, for the first time noting that today 
Hannah was dressed in a more subdued style.

She stared at him.  "I felt that!"  

He caused Elgy to grin.  "You felt me leave?"

"I felt you put nymphs in all those girls."

"You could hear me talking to Pester?"

"Talking?  Not _hear_ exactly."

"But you understood."

"Yes.  Is Pester the one who wanted me to boink the stud on Olympus?"

"That's her.  Now it's your turn to pick girls.  I still need more than
40, preferably non-virgin."

She chuckled harshly.  "That's easy.  Cherries are the unfitted ones."

"Huh?"

"You know: regular clothes, no makeup.  Dorks."

"You saw who Elgy picked.  Can you choose different ones?"

"You don't want me to point, do you?"

"Umm.  How's this?  I'll get back in your head but leave you in control.
You look at one to be selected and tap your finger, then on to the next
one.  You can skip right along."

"Okay."

He switched back to Hannah's head, but she was looking at Elgy.

"Should I start?" she asked.

For a moment the lad was unresponsive.  Then he brightened and said, 
"He's gone."

"Okay."  Her eyes swung far to the right and fixed on a girl.  Her 
forefinger tapped the table.  Sam dispatched a nymph.  A second later 
she had changed to another and tapped again.  Out went a nymph.  The 
sequence continued until only Pester was left.

Sam thought, _Pester, do you want to choose your own?_

_How about this one?_

_Hannah?  But she doesn't need controlling._

_She's the one who I think will have the most fun.  But I'll stay with 
you for now._

_All right._

He caused her to tell Elgy, "Okay, that's 56.  Can you leave your
Seventh Period class a few minutes early?"

"If I ask the teacher."

"Okay.  Soon as you're out of sight I'll flip you to the backstage 
stairwell.  You can unlock the door."

"Right."

"Did you get a camcorder?"

"I asked Johnny but his battery won't take a charge."

With a sniff Sam pulled out of the girl's head and shifted forward in 
time to the next appearance of 2:00 P.M. on the large digital clock in 
the main hall.  At that moment he cast himself out into the 
neighborhoods surrounding the school until he found a woman using a 
telephone booth at a convenience store.  Taking over her mind, he caused
her to hang up and search the ragged telephone book.  He found a coin in
her purse and dialed the number.

"Bessemer High School."  It was a woman's voice.

"May I speak to Mr. Caper?"

"Who should I say is calling?"

"I have an important message for him.  You can take it down if you 
like."

"If you can't wait, I'll have to.  He's on another line."

"All right.  Here it is.  The boys are planning ...  Are you writing?"

"One moment...  Go ahead."

"The boys are planning another orgy this afternoon ..."

"Did you say _orgy_?"

"That's right.  After Seventh Period in the music room...  You got 
that?"

"'In the music room.'  Good heavens!  Who _are_ you?"

Sam hung up the telephone quietly.


* * *


He shifted ahead in time to a moment when Elgy stood up in class, 
leaving the other students seated and regarding him curiously, and 
walked out into the hall.  An adult hall monitor saw him exit the 
classroom.

"What're you doing out here?" she demanded.

"Excused early," he mumbled, pushing past her.

"For what?"

"Going to the doctor."  He proceeded, head down, to the stairs.

_Where's your backpack?_

"Goddamn it, Sam!" the lad whispered after a twitch.  He took a deep 
breath.  "Guess I ought to get used to you speaking this way.  Wonder 
why Uncle Fred doesn't do it.  I stopped by my locker before class."

He turned the corner on the unoccupied stairs and immediately found 
himself transported to the bottom of another staircase, nearly pitch 
black, behind the stage.

_Unlock the door._

"If I could find it!" he said fiercely, no longer whispering.

_Feel around.  Find the light switch._

But he felt none.  He did locate the doorknob.  Twisting it released the
lock.  The oversized door sagged inward in a flood of afternoon light.

Elgy scanned around.  "The switch must be at the top of the stairs."

_I see a doorstop.  Prop the door barely open and go find it._

Upstairs they found a bank of switches beside one of the dressing rooms.
Soon the whole stage area was brightly lit.  Elgy peeked around the 
curtain edge to make sure the auditorium was still dark, aside from the
plentiful light spilling through its high windows.

An electric bell rang stridently.  _Wait here.  I'm transferring to 
Hannah._

"Thought you explained things to her."

_I did.  I'm just making sure.  Start the boys spreading out the couches
when they get here._

Hannah was in the crush leaving a classroom.  Today she had neither 
backpack nor laptop.  Presumably she had also stopped by her locker.  
Sam slipped into her mind without taking control.

In the hall she turned toward the staircase that led down to the 
cafeteria.  The crowd in this direction was mostly girls.  Sam glimpsed
a distant one latch onto a boy and begin kissing his neck.  The boy 
reacted with surprise but submitted with a wide grin.  A closer one 
followed the distant example, then another.  Temporarily Sam tried to 
slip in that girl's mind and found it already occupied.  Some of the 
nymphs were impatient!  Near the stair doors one boy leaned back, his 
backpack against the wall and a foolish smile on his face.  A girl with
a bobbing backpack knelt in front of him, apparently having shoved his 
lower garments down, and sucked his cock.  Everyone pushed on past, 
seemingly unconcerned.

Before the closed cafeteria doors Hannah turned with the other girls 
toward the outside exit.  Two curious boys started to follow.  One 
called, "Hey, where you chicks going?"

Hannah responded over her shoulder, "To the gig.  Come on!"

"The gig?  It's really happening?  Oh, my bejesus!"  Shortly a girl was
hanging onto each.

A flood of girls was marching down the corridor to the exit door.  Too 
large a flood?  Sam tried a few minds.  Indeed not all were occupied.  
The ones he could enter impressed him with feelings of happy 
anticipation.  What was going on here?

But he had other concerns.  _Pester, you want to ride with Hannah?_

_Oh, yeah!_  He felt a final departure.

Sam returned to the mind of Elgy.  Several boys had already arrived and
were attacking the stacks of couches and settees.  The stage area was 
beginning to resemble the set of a play.  A backdrop painted to show
a wall-filling bookcase had apparently been set aside to allow access to
the furniture.

_The girls are on their way.  Pull that other backdrop over to guide 
them to the dressing room._

Elgy made a choking sound but found a boy to help him.  When the first 
girls arrived at the top of the stairs to the street, Elgy, standing to
one side, pointed down the corridor and declared, "Through that door, 
chiquitas!"

Sam took over to make sure the lad followed the first girl into the 
room, where in an instant he removed her clothing, backpack, shoes, 
bracelets, earrings, eyebrow pins and all, and let it fall untidily in 
an empty corner of the dresser-lined room.

She turned in a flash and smiled at Elgy.  "I didn't know humans could 
do that!"

"This is Sam, sweetie."

Bare arms encircled his neck.  "Then I want _you_!"

"I've got to work."  He gestured behind him.  "You'll find all you want
out there."

With a disappointed look she pushed through the girls crowding in the 
door.  At her exit the sound of cheering arose.

Sam began transferring girls' clothing into the corner, where the pile,
mainly backpacks, grew swiftly.  Seeing Hannah, he pulled her aside with
the advice, "Put your clothes where you can find them," then continued 
stripping the flood of girls.

Soon Elgy found himself without britches, causing Sam to wonder if 
nymphs, at least a few of them, had greater power than they would admit.
His cock was erect, partly because of the incomparable display of nubile
pulchritude parading before him and partly because so many cool, 
feminine hands, relieved of their "suffocating cloths," thanked him with
a pull on it.  More than one stooped to slurp it briefly into her mouth.

When Katy and the other girls from Elgy's lunch table arrived, he sent 
them aside to disrobe themselves at the racks where they might find 
their clothes later.  Cooperation should reap _some_ reward! 

The flood of girls soon reduced to a trickle and died away entirely.  A
nude Hannah remained in the room with him.  She watched him take off his
shirt, which he draped on her dressing table.  Outside the noise level 
was rising, at this point mainly giggles and cheers.

She took a deep breath.  "Elgy, it looks like you're my destiny.  But 
it's really Sam, isn't it?"

"Guilty."

"How do you _do_ that?"

"What?"

"Strip a girl in an eyewink."

"I don't know, to tell you the truth.  It's a god power.  You just 
_push_."

"I can see that," she agreed dryly.  "This room is half full of 
backpacks and clothing."

"Mainly backpacks."

"They do look pushed.  What a mess!  How'll they sort it out when this 
is over?"

"If it ever is."

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"These nymphs I brought here ..."  He shook his head.  "I'm not sure 
I'll get them all back.  A lot of them didn't follow orders, flicking my
pants off, latching on to boys in the hall.  I'll bet several are 
fucking away in the main school right now."

Her eyes enlarged.  "Then ... then ... what will happen to the girls?"

"For one thing, I imagine a lot of them will get pregnant."

"Like me and Shayna!"  Her face contorted.  "Is that part of your 
mission, Sam?  Did you want us all pregnant?"

"My mission?"  He shrugged.  "I have no mission except to have fun."

"Damned irresponsibly!"

"Aw, come on."  He grinned at her.  "You had fun.  And if you step 
through that door, you'll have more.  From the sound of it, half the 
school must be here.  I'll tell you something interesting I found out.
A lot of the girls out there don't have nymphs in them."

One corner of her lips turned up in a grin.  "Does that surprise you, 
Sam?"

"Shouldn't it?"

"We like to go where the guys are, where the action is.  In outdoor 
raves at least half the crowd is getting it on.  We like sex too, you 
know.  That's really what I'm doing here, Sam.  You know I don't need a
nymph."

"Just to get you started."

But Hannah's eyes crossed.  "Pester?  Is that you?"

After a moment her eyebrows rose.  "Pester's in my head."  The girl 
stood directly before him.  "She says I ought to rock that cock before 
it wilts all the way."

"That even sounds like her," he said drily.

Hannah squatted and sucked the half-erection into her mouth.  She worked
on until it was firm then rose to her feet, licking her lips.  
"Apparently I'm missing a clit in my throat.  Is that a thing with the 
nymphs?"

"Just Pester, far as I know."

"But I have another clit she wants fed."  Hannah pulled him with her as
she fell backward against the pile of backpacks and girls' clothing.  
Her hands coupled them and clasped his buttocks to aid his thrusting.  
Shortly her eyes widened and her mouth gaped in awe.  "Good god!  Pester
makes it so intense!"  Despite fucking strenuously, her eyeballs rolled
up in her head.

Sam thought, _Elgy, I'll leave you to enjoy this while I take a look 
around._


* * *


Wanting eyes for his survey, Sam took control of a lad leaning 
britches-less against the stage sidewall.  From the lassitude and 
half-erect cock Sam concluded that this one had already partaken of the
rampant carnality before him.

At least a score of couches had been scattered across the wide stage.  
Each contained two or more couples in frantic copulation.  In many cases
two boys served the same girl, in several cases three.  Overflowing the
couches, pairs often knelt or reclined on the hardwood floor.  Most 
girls were naked, so far as their bodies were visible, but several had 
retained some of their clothing.  A quick sample of the latter revealed
minds free of occupation.  These were volunteers, of course, who had one
way or another bypassed Sam's stripping service.  A first guess included
nearly as many of them as the nymph-ridden, perhaps more if any had 
mixed with those he had stripped.  What were they doing here?  Hannah 
had already defined their motivation: going where the action is, sheep 
following the herd.  They had certainly found the action!

Two or three fully clothed girls lingered along the sides, avidly 
studying the scene, along with several boys, more of whom arrived at the
top of stairs as Sam watched.  Boys frequently retreated from the fray,
in some cases pulling up their britches, while others took their places.
The sound was loud, amounting to a moderate roar of grunts, moans, 
squeals, giggles, screams and catcalls.

Sam moved his host to the edge of the front curtain and scanned the main
auditorium.  Aside from several couples fucking away while draped over 
the front rows of seats, nothing had changed.  Sam supposed they were 
fortunate the school board had been unwilling to spring for seats with 
arms attached.  He peered at the double doors far up the two aisles; 
apparently they were still closed and locked.  Caper had not yet been 
informed of the revelry in his auditorium.  Perhaps he was still 
inspecting the music room.

The orgy was well and truly in progress.  Sam tried to estimate the size
of the crowd.  A guess of eight per couch and 22 couches gave 176 
fuckers.  Many were practicing the in-and-out without benefit of couch,
however, say another 40, with at least as many in the main auditorium.
About 250 active participants with another, say, 50 waiting for a chance
or for recovery.  And more arriving up the stairs as he watched.  He 
concluded, really a nice crowd!

Curious, he sidled close to two fully-clothed girls who were engaged in
conversation.

"Look at Suzy!  She's got three boys boinking her!"

"I can't quite see ...  You think one is up her bum?"

"Has to be!"

"Yuck!"

"And check out Lissy Sprague."

"Which one is she?"

"The blonde on the pink couch.  Porky just gave her a facial."

"A what?"

"You know: jizzed in her face."

"Wow!  Did you actually see it?"

The girls noticed his approach.  The nearer snapped, "Daniel, put on 
your britches!"

He grinned and said, "You need to take yours off."

That produced a loud sniff and the defense, "We're on the rag."

Wondering how many nymphs were compelling their hostesses to perform in
such condition, he turned away from the pair.  Hannah exited the 
dressing room and dissolved immediately in the arms of a boy fully 
clothed, a condition that did not long endure.  A naked Elgy came out 
behind her and stood at the door, looking around in evident awe.

Sam walked his host over and said with a sheepish grin, "We forgot a few
things."

Elgy sneered.  "Oh yeah?  You could've done it better, could you, 
Parker?"

"Is that my host's name?"

Elgy blinked and giggled.  "Sam, meet Dan Parker.  This is a lot more 
than 57 girls!"

"Probably a hundred or more."

"Half without nymphs!  So what'd we forget?  What else matters?"

A boy rose up from a couch and staggered toward them.  He stepped out of
his britches, held them well away and announced aggrievedly, "Sissy 
Teague just pissed all over me!"

"While she was fucking?" asked Elgy in awe.

"I was doing her dog-fashion."

"Wow!  I didn't know girls could piss while they fuck."

"You do now!  How'n hell do I get home?"

"Hang your pants from one of those hooks," Sam advised, pointing to a 
coat rack.  "You aren't ready to leave yet, are you?"

The boy brightened and turned away with a muttered, "Thanks!"

"Christ," Sam complained, "we forgot a lot!"

"Like what?"

"I should've known when the nymphs didn't understand clothes.  They're 
really a different kind of life, Elgy.  They never have to piss, shit, 
eat or drink.  And they don't menstruate either."

"You mean ..."  The lad's eyes were round.  He demanded, "How can they 
get along without eating or drinking?"

"All the food and drink on Olympus is for parties.  I don't know where 
they get their energy, but people there don't need food.  The native 
males don't even squirt when they come."

"They don't wear clothes?"

"That's an honor reserved to the gods."

Elgy thought it over, chin sagging.  "And nobody jizzes?"

"Only the gods.  Which means the nymphs go nuts when they get it."

"Then ..."  Elgy rubbed his chin.  "They probably don't even know how a
full bladder feels."

"I'm sure they don't.  Or full bowels.  Or hunger or thirst."

"Good god!  What'll we do?  Sam, you need to call them out of those 
girls."

Sam chuckled hollowly.  "The only way I can do that is by yelling.  How
many do you think will hear me now?"

The orgiastic cacophony had reached a peak.  Couches rocked on 
clattering feet, girls screamed in passion, boys moaned and shouted.  A
thick line of boys, mostly unbreeched, waited on the sidelines to 
recover stamina, with a steady exchange between line and stage.  The two
girls who had declared themselves unfit had surprisingly succumbed: now
naked except for panties, they were sucking cocks.

Elgy cried, "Good god, look!"

Someone had found the controls.  The curtain rose majestically.  Sam 
peered out upon the auditorium, now containing enough copulators to 
occupy the first three rows of seats, well lit by the bright lights 
above the stage.  At the sight of the coitional overflow the line of 
waiting boys cheered.

Elgy continued, almost shouting, "Caper's bound to see us now."

"I can't believe nobody has _heard_ us," shouted Sam in response.

But Elgy's sympathies had been aroused.  He placed his mouth close to 
Dan's ear.  "How'll you get the nymphs out of the girls before anything
gets hurt?"

"It's probably too late.  Nymphs wouldn't know to let the girls stop by
the bathroom.  I'm sure those couches are soaking by now.  Maybe they'll
wear out the boys before too much longer."

"There's a couple of drink machines in the cafeteria.  Locked doors 
can't stop _you_."

"That's a good idea," said Sam.  "You got any money?"

"Money?  I'll bet you can whizz the bottles right out of the machines."

Sam chuckled slightly.  "I'll bet I can too.  All right, but you're 
going to have to work."

"Me?"

"You.  I'll spot you in the cafeteria and send you two girls at the 
time.  You explain to them and feed them the drinks."

The roar about them vanished.  They stood in the empty cafeteria, lit 
only by sunbeams lowering through west-facing windows, now with chairs 
perched upside-down atop tables.

Elgy stared around, aghast.  "I need my jeans!"

"For what?  These girls are naked as you.  Where are the drink machines?
Never mind, I see them."

Sam bounced the chairs off the closest table to fall haphazardly on the
floor.  He concentrated on the innards of the two large machines and the
tabletop filled from one edge to the next with colorful drink cans that
rapidly clouded with condensing moisture.

In a flash he returned to the stage, leaving Elgy alone in the 
cafeteria, and sat his host down, leaning back against a sidewall.  The
closest nude girl contained no nymph, but a suitable one was next.  He 
transferred her to the cafeteria, careful that she shouldn't bounce on 
the floor.  A second followed her quickly.  Ignoring the gasps and 
shouts of surprise, he put his host to sleep and slipped into Elgy's 
mind.

One girl lay on her back on the cold tiles, the other on hands and 
knees.  Both looked up in comical astonishment.  The nearer cried, "A 
pox on thee, Sam!"

Elgy leaned close, an opened can in each hand.  "You're thirsty.  Have a
drink and Sam will put you back."

"A drink ..." mused the pox caster.  She licked her lips.  "Is that what
means this feeling?"

"It's called _thirst_.  Here.  Drink from this hole."

The recliner sat up.  Both girls accepted the cans.  "Ooo!" cried one.
"My hand hurts."

"Don't squeeze it.  It's very cold.  Drink quickly."

They obeyed.  One girl choked.

Elgy explained, "Sam forgot there's a lot you don't know about human 
life.  We don't want you to let your girls get hurt."

With oohs and ahs the girls smacked their lips.  "It stings," said one.

"But it's very sweet," said the other approvingly.

The kneeler rose to her feet and leered at Elgy.  "Sam is not within 
you?"

"N-no," stammered Elgy, stepping back.

"Let us share a man, sister."

Sam solved that problem by transferring the two girls back to the stage.
Within moments they had acquired partners.  After kissing one of them, 
her boy asked in wonder, "Where'd you get something to drink?  Your lips
are still cold."

"In the cafeteria.  But you must taste my warmer lips."

"Wow, Bessie, cold lips or not, you are one hot fox!"

Sam chose the next pair and sent them along.  With the curtain raised a
clock was visible on the auditorium wall.  He gave each pair of girls 
about three-quarters of a minute in the cafeteria but at each new 
selection was soon faced with the problem of determining which ones he 
had already dispatched.  After that he paused them before him, trying to
memorize their faces.  He did not find Hannah.  Then he remembered the 
girls who were probably still fucking in the halls.

Ah, well, only so many boys attended school here.  Sooner or later they
had to give out.


* * *


Three ejaculations in as many hours are enough to satiate almost any 
male, including the average teenage boy.  As the auditorium clock 
approached six p.m., the noise-level reduced markedly.  People were 
still fucking onstage and in the front of the auditorium, but recovering
boys no longer lined the walls and aisles.  A steady stream of them had
been departing by the back stairs.  Sam posted Daniel near the exit door
and listened to some comments.

"You stink, Smitty."

"Look who's talking!  What's that on _your_ shirt, iced tea?"

"I couldn't believe it when that snob, Nelly, pissed all over me.  Man,
she could put it out!"

"Chicks got a separate hole to piss while they fuck."

"I guess that's why they can do it."  He noticed Daniel.  "Hey, Parker,
don't forget your britches!"

Sam said in a jocular manner, "Both of you got pissed on, did you?"

"You too, hey?  That whole stage smells pissy.  Who do I ask -- does it
only happen when chicks fuck in groups?"

Smitty snickered.  "You can ask at the next gig."

"Sure I will!  Think there'll ever be another one?"

"Hell, no -- not like this!"

They passed through the door as another pair descended.

"What d'you think got into those chicks?  They're hot as firecrackers!"

"Yeah!  And they're lapping up come like it was whipped cream."

"They're hot but dumb.  You think somebody gave them date-rape?"

"Is that supposed to be like Spanish-fly?"

"Hey, Parker, you the door man?"

"Can't find my jeans."

"Jeans all over the floor up there.  Piss soaked, but they'll cover your
grapes."

"Thanks!"

Daniel ran up the stairs.  At the top a nude girl caught him and 
clutched him against her.  This one was nymph-less.  He slipped into her
mind as she pulled him down on the corner of a wet couch.  She seemed 
dazed, her whole body in a state of high sexual arousal.  Her hand found
his flaccid cock and pumped it expertly.  In moments it was firm enough
for her to introduce it.  Why not?  Daniel Parker had only managed one 
ejaculation so far.  She began to climax immediately.

This was powerful stuff.  His own rationality at risk, Sam withdrew from
both bodies, giving up control of Daniel.  The boy hesitated only a 
moment before the girl's impatient hands forced his hips to resume.

Sam found Elgy on the floor in the embrace of three girls.  The one 
beneath him was on her belly, gripping his cock with a tight orifice 
that Sam understood to be her rectum.  The girl on the right pressed a 
soft breast into his arm while she licked his ear.  The one on his left
squeezed his balls, imparting flashes of pain.  The two girls at his 
sides partially supported his torso while he fingered both their 
assholes.

Abruptly he withdrew from the one below, scrambled atop the ear-licker 
and even though face to face with her, pushed easily into her presumably
unexercised rectum, causing Sam to wonder at the apparent lubrication.
The lad's knees hurt from contact with the hardwood floor, but he seemed
oblivious of pain, whether in knees or testicles.  His erstwhile 
ass-fuck rolled out from under the girl on the left but crawled around 
the engaged threesome to their right, where she captured Elgy's freed-up
hand to thrust several fingers into her pussy.

All three girls contained nymphs; none of their minds was accessible.  
The girl on the left produced a loud fart and a fetid odor.  Sam 
wondered if a long turd was next on her agendum.  Olympian nymphs 
controlling earthwomen were obviously hazardous to the environment!

The friction with belly and tits seemed to stimulate Elgy better than 
upturned buttocks.  With a groan he began to ejaculate, straining in a 
feeble but sobering emission.  Immediately he pushed up on his arms, 
rose to his feet and backed hurriedly away.  All three girls scrambled 
after him but he ducked behind a couch, falling over another boy already
in occupancy.

"What the hell!" Elgy cried.

The boy flinched back, showing a pale face.  "They've gone crazy.  
They'll fuck us to death."

"They're just girls," protested Elgy.

"Then why're you hiding?"

Elgy peered at the other.  "What happened to you, Wilson?"

"Look."  Wilson turned his back.  It was smeared in brown dung.  The 
odor suddenly intensified.

Elgy had to grin.  "They shit on you?"

"Allison Presby.  She acted like it surprised her.  Do girls lose all 
control when they fuck?"

"Finicky Allison?  How'd she get it on your back?"

"She was sitting on me while I fucked Margery Pars--  Look out, they've 
spotted us!"

The two boys scampered on all fours around the couch.  "Come on!" cried
Elgy, grabbing Wilson's arm and dragging him behind a side drape at 
stage right.  Apparently their pursuers didn't notice or understand the
maneuver.  The boys had gained a breathing space.

Elgy gathered up a clutch of the dangling drape.  "Turn around and I'll
wipe you off."

"Thanks a lot, Hasher," said the other, watching the operation over his
shoulder.  "You're a real pal."

"When the chicks go nuts, us dudes had better stick together."

Wilson chuckled.  "Well, I'm sticky enough."

Knowing Elgy's loathing for in-the-head communications, Sam transferred
to Wilson's mind, took control and extended the chuckle.  "Not as if you
don't know what got into the girls."

"Huh?"  Elgy blinked.  "Is that Sam?"

"It is now.  Were you having fun?"

Elgy grinned widely.  "Oh god, yes!  I was just butt-fucking the three 
most popular chicks in the senior class, even though they pissed all 
over me."

"Yeah, this place smells worse than a stable."

Elgy blinked again.  "Isn't there something about a place so shitted up
it took a god to clean it out?"

"The Augean Stables?  You've been reading, have you?"

"Watching the tube."

Though weakened, the sound of orgy around them and in the auditorium was
a still a strong continuo punctuated by sharp cries and orgasmic 
screeches.  They had to shout to overcome it.

Elgy, temporarily sated, waxed philosophical.  "This is beyond weird, 
Sam.  It's like the world is turned on its head."

"You think so?"

Someone bumped into the drape.  Elgy shied away.  "Girls chasing boys --
as good as raping them!  And it's not just your nymphs.  At least half 
these chicks know where to find the john."

"Speaking of that, is one nearby?"

"Of course.  You think they could put on a four-act play without taking
a leak?  It's right through that dressing room -- water fountain and 
all."

"So I didn't have to put you in the cafeteria."

"Not that I minded.  That last chick you sent let me switch back and 
forth between her ass and pussy."

"Last girl?  I never sent just one at the time.  Hey, wait a minute!  
How'd you get back here?"

Elgy blinked.  "You brought us back, me and Jill Barnham."

"I did not.  She was the last girl?"

"Yeah.  A hot number!"

Sam nodded.  "That cinches it.  At least one of these nymphs knows how 
to teleport.  If you see Jill Barnham, point her out to me, will you?"

They peeked out into the auditorium.  A few pairs still fucked on the 
seats but naked girls were increasingly on the prowl, peering down the 
curved rows.

"The world turned upside down," Elgy repeated.

"It is in a way," Sam responded, "and I've totally lost control of it."

"Lost control?"  The boy's face contorted.  "Christ, Sam, don't change a
thing!  This is like dying and going to heaven."

Sam sniggered.  "It would wear on you, Elgy.  You'd take free fucking 
for granted pretty soon and turn your mind to more serious matters."

"I'm only 16 years old, Sam.  Let me enjoy my childhood before that 
serious stuff gets in the way."

"Not that it matters.  I doubt you'll ever see another shindig like this
one."

"Well, it's not over yet!  Wonder if I can still get it up."

Sam chuckled.  "Proving that sex is more in the top head than the 
bottom...  Huh!  Look over there under the auditorium windows.  There's
a lad who's not enjoying himself."

Elgy turned his head.  "That's just a kid, Sam.  He probably doesn't 
even squirt yet.  Wonder what he's doing here."

"He heard about it, probably through his cell phone.  He's big enough, 
like ... what was his name ... Hugh Gardiner.  Remember him?"

"Mmm.  That little queer that Kirk and I fucked behind the store?"

"They look a lot alike, don't they?  Maybe this one is on the verge.  As
I recall, you prefer young guys to wrinkly old men.  How'd you like to 
taste that kid's first come?"

"Huh!  I know _you'd_ like to, Sam.  You're queer for kids that age, 
male or female."

"I won't force you, Elgy.  It was just a thought."

Suddenly two of the row searchers noticed the fearful lad against the 
wall.  He cringed away and sidled up the aisle toward the rear of the 
auditorium.

"Those chicks'll get him."  Elgy sighed.  "I know what you want, Sam, 
and I owe you.  Are you going to take me over?"

"Don't you want to fuck him yourself, Elgy?  He's a pretty boy.  I'll 
fetch him here."

"I'll suck and fuck him for you, Sam, if that's what you want.  But 
you'll have to take him over, because I don't think he'd be willing."

"That would be interesting: physically experiencing the rape of a 
hairless twelve year old virgin boy."

"I won't rape him, Sam.  There's all these gals around us who'd love my
dick."

"Have it your way.  I think he's just nervous.  I'll take him over and 
show him a good time."

"Enjoy, Sam.  My cock's getting hard again.  I'll see you later."


* * *


Another boy reeled into the arms of the two girls who had been closing 
on the adolescent in the aisle, who paused in his retreat to gape again
at the incredible orgy before him.  Sam slipped into his mind without 
taking control and found him mumbling under his breath.  "They're older
kids.  Is this what they do in high school?"

The lad rubbed the modest bulge in his trousers and in sudden decision 
took a seat on one of the auditorium's back rows, where he unzipped and
extracted a bit more than a baby dick, while looking down at the action
below.  He jacked his small appendage with three fingers and a thumb.  
To Sam the boy's behavior seemed unpracticed, almost instinctual.

He was still talking to himself.  "What makes pretty girls suck cocks?"
He began to stroke himself.  "Don't they know dudes piss through them?
Wonder how a cock feels in your mouth...  That chick's grinning.  Does 
it feel _good_ up her ass?"

Screeches drew his attention to the left.  Four nude girls were chasing
a boy up the aisle towards him.  Desperately he stuffed cock into 
trousers.  The boy stumbled and fell.  He and two girls disappeared 
below the seat tops.  The remaining girls paused to look around, spied 
the young lad and immediately started toward him.  He jumped up and ran
down the row to the opposite aisle.  The entry double-doors were near at
hand.  Though locked externally, they would as a safety measure open to
the inside handles.  He dashed out into the school hall, almost into the
arms of Mr. Caper, the principal.

The man caught him by the shoulders.  "What's that noise?  What's going
on, Jerry?"

Sam was surprised that the principal knew the youth's name.  Then he 
understood.  Caper remembered the names of boys whose youthful freshness
stirred his cock.

"It's a ...  I don't know what you call it, Mr. Caper."  The lad's voice
was shrilly prepubertal.

The man caught the pneumatic door before it could close and peered into
the auditorium.  "Good god!  I expected to find that in the music room,
but the girls sang eight cantatas and the boys never showed.  God, those
kids are naked!  What do you know about it, Jerry?"

"I ...  Nothing, sir."

"What do you mean, 'nothing?'  You just came from there."

Blushing, Jerry hung his head.  After looking about to assure himself 
that he was not observed, Caper palmed the boy's curly head.

"They're doing sex," Jerry blurted.  "All of them!"

"But so many!  The stage is full.  Let's see about this!"  Caper  pulled
Jerry through the double doors.

"Oh, my god!" Caper exclaimed, standing in the aisle with an arm around
the lad.  "How could this be?"

The principal's arm emboldened the lad to ask, "Is this what they do in
high school?"

"There's nothing in the literature about this sort of behavior!  It's 
aberrant!"

"What does that mean, Mr. Caper?"

"Look there at Cindy Floss!  She's a preacher's daughter and she's 
sucking a boy's penis."

"I don't know her, Mr. Caper."

"Oh, god!  Her young titties are incredibly pert, and that cock in her 
mouth is so appealing."

"Will I get as large as that boy, Mr. Caper?  The guys I've seen in the
showers are bigger than me."

"Boys vary in the seventh grade, Jerry.  You're a slight lad now, but 
you'll grow."

"Some of the guys can fist themselves.  They have contests in the shower
to see how far they can shoot."

"Do you shoot, Jerry?"

"Not yet."

"You're so precious," Caper said, fondling the boy's head with both 
hands.

"I'll shoot soon, Mr. Caper," Jerry asserted, defiantly.

Farther down the aisle a threesome was having sex on the rubber runner.
The lads were double-fucking the excited girl.  Onstage and among the 
auditorium seats he saw behavior to match his most extreme videos, but 
performed now by the flower of youth.

"This is a sea change, Jerry," he murmured.  "Nothing will ever be the 
same."

"What do you mean, Mr. Caper?"

"Whatever happens, I've lost my job.  May I kiss you on the lips?"

"I've never kissed a man before."

"I won't linger.  You're so pretty!"

"I am?"

"Don't you kiss your father?"

"He ... left us years ago."

"You poor child!"

Jerry smiled at the man.  Sam felt his pleasure at the attention.

Caper fondled the boy's chest, belly and buttocks as they kissed.  Jerry
arms slipped around the man's neck.  Very soon the lad offered his 
tongue to Caper.

"I believe we're the only ones here with clothes on," Caper remarked.  
"We'll be less noticeable if we get naked."

Jerry cringed with evident reluctance.  Sam was tempted to take him over
but desisted when the lad allowed the man to undress him.

Caper looked the hairless, well-shaped body up and down, licking his 
lips.  "You're gorgeous, Jerry!  I only regret your penis is not a bit 
thicker and longer.  Lie down here on this seat."

Caper slavered the boy's adolescent flesh before fitting his lips around
the slender, four-inch cock, already nearly erect.  The man's large 
mouth sucked up the entire length while his tongue stroked the tight 
little scrotum.  Shortly a spasm shook the boy's body.  He cried out and
pushed at Caper's head.

"I tasted something, Jerry!" the man crowed.  "It wasn't much and it was
a bit watery.  Still, there's boy come on my tongue!  Delicious!"

Caper tore off his own clothes until he stood over the boy with a six 
inch boner in full view.  The boy froze, eyes wide on the mature threat.
Sam took control of Jerry's consciousness to make the boy more 
accommodating.  

"Are you going to stick that into me, Mr. Caper?" Sam caused the lad to
ask in a tremulous voice that would titillate the man.

"You sweet thing!" simpered Caper.  "Where would you like it?"

"In ... in my mouth?"

"I was thinking of a spot that's even tenderer."

"In my ... my ..."

"Right up your tight little ass, you honey-pot."

Despite the enthusiasm that made him tremble, Caper had remembered to 
retrieve the small tube of lubricant from his inside jacket pocket.  
Grinning, he unscrewed the cap.

"Wh-what's that?" asked the lad.

"Grease.  I love to jerk off, my boy, just like you.  I do it at least 
twice a day and always with a slippery fist.  Turn onto your stomach, 
boy.  It won't hurt, if you relax completely."

Sam had Jerry comply, especially the relaxation of his sphincter.

"Oh, god!" the man exclaimed.  "This is a dream come true!"

Sam felt the weight of the man, the seeking cockhead and the sudden 
penetration.  Curious at the boy's reaction, he released control.  Jerry
lay still, obviously lost in introspection, as the large lump slid into
his entrails.  It began slowly to pump in and out.

"How do you like that?" asked the man.

"Oh ...  Oh ..."

"Hurts a little?"

"N-no ...  I feel like ..."

"Like what?"

"I need to go.  Oh, wow!"

"Jesus, you little sweetie!" Caper cried.  "I can't last!"

In fact he managed ten or twelve more thrusts before he compressed the 
boy's perky butt cheeks and spewed at full penetration.


* * *


With pressures relieved they sat up.  Jerry bent far over, holding his 
genitals aside, to study the fluid escaping his anus.  Caper exclaimed 
in consternation.  "Where are they going?"

"Who?" asked the lad, looking up.

"The girls -- and they're naked!"

Indeed several dozen girls were streaming up the aisles on either side 
of the bemused duo and exiting the auditorium.  A few boys, those not 
yet completely exhausted by sexual excess, mixed with them, handling and
being handled as they pushed up the aisle.

"They're playing grab-ass!" Caper declared, adding, "But they can't 
leave the school naked!"

"Who cares?  Can we do it some more, Mr. Caper?"

Sam had relinquished any control over Jerry.  Apparently the boy 
genuinely desired more sex with the man.

"Jerry, you're a real find!  Let's get dressed then go to my house.  No
one will miss you in this incredible chaos.  When does your mother 
return from work?"

"Between six and seven, but she won't miss me even then.  She never 
does."


Contact:
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