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Astarte Ch. 01

By: julybear7



Gideon Davies, there is no other way to put it, when it came to women, was a loser. Almost painfully shy, he was almost incapable of carrying on a conversation comprised of small talk beyond what was playing at the Cineplex or the weather forecast for tomorrow. On the other hand, ask him to describe the social structure in Egypt three thousand years ago, and he could almost wax poetic.

Gideon, Deon to his few close friends, was a junior at the University, which he attended on a combination of scholarships and grants. His part time job, which he had held since he was a freshman, was as a junior assistant to the curator at the history museum maintained by the Middle Eastern Studies Department, where he was a student. 

He was on his way to work, admiring the rising full moon this August evening, the last full moon before the autumnal equinox. As it cleared the horizon, it was magnificent, filling the summer sky. As he turned into the drive at the museum, he thought it looked like the moon was shining directly into the Egyptian Room, but as he drove around the building to the rear parking area, the orb cleared the tree line and appeared to shrink and dim.

As he entered the museum, he shouted his usual hello to the security guard, "Hey, Jim! Beautiful night out there. How'd the Sox do today?"

"Evenin', Gidjiin. Have to tell you later; they're tied at 2 in the bottom of the eleventh. Dr Thomas said you should meet him in the Egyptian storeroom."

"What's going on? Any idea?"

"Some new piece came in today; some minor goddess, but he was quite excited. Acted like he was about to pee hisself."

Deon laughed. Dr. Thomas often seemed like he was about to 'pee hisself,' Deon thought, but tonight he probably had cause. The good doctor had been negotiating with the Metropolitan Museum of Art to trade for a 3500 year old statue of the Egyptian goddess Astarte. He had received word last week that they had accepted his last offer of some money and some pieces to fill holes in their collection of Etruscan erotic pottery; pieces Dr. Thomas had been trying to quietly dispose of since he had become the chief curator. Acquisition of the Astarte statue was a similarly longstanding ambition.

Deon hastened down the corridor to the storeroom where Dr. Thomas and the latest addition to the museum's Egyptian collection awaited him. "Evening, Dr. T. I hear Astarte has arrived. How does she look?"

"Evening, Gideon. She looks fine. A bit feminine for a goddess of war. She looks more appropriate for a fertility symbol. She's in good shape, just needs some gentle washing and buffing. See what you can do, will you? Transfer paperwork and provenance documentation is on the desk. Check it out and prepare it for verification, then leave it in my mailbox. If anything looks amiss, make a note of it for me."  He was silent for a long moment, gazing at the statue. 

"Damn, I would love to have known the artist and his model. She was certainly beautiful. Thirty-five hundred years later and she still exudes sensuality, and restrained passion. Don't mind telling you, kid, looking at her makes me want to go home and jump the wife. Think I will, in fact. See you tomorrow." The chief curator turned and walked out of the room, giving Deon a wave. He turned in the doorway.

"The Met sent along cleaning instructions and a piece of lamb's fleece they said should be used to clean her. They said it had been recovered from the tomb where they found her, tied around her neck with a piece of sinew. Just dampen the fleece with a little water and wipe her down."

"Got it. I'll start on the paperwork first, to see if there are any other tips to taking care of the statue. Go on and enjoy your evening,"  Deon laughed. His supervisor just grinned and walked away.

Deon picked up the folder containing the paper work and groaned. It would take most of the night to check it out. He was taking an abbreviated summer session Advanced Art History course. The first of five weekly exams was scheduled tomorrow, and he had planned on studying some tonight. 

Four hours later, almost midnight, Deon straightened up from his desk, stretching his back. The paperwork all appeared to be in order. From the time the statue had been discovered in Akhenaten's tomb, it had never been out of the care of professional artifact handlers. Her travels since then were better documented than the President's. Hell, the Royal Museum and the Louvre, along with the Met, had even documented when they had moved it simply to change her place in on-going displays.

He looked at the new acquisition. He had to agree with Dr. T. She was remarkably beautiful, the kind of woman who usually left him tongue-tied just by saying hello to him. "No problem of that here," he thought to himself, with a wry grin. 

"Ahhh, Astarte," he said aloud. "If you were alive, I'd be shaking in my boots just being in the same room, never mind alone with you. You are so beautiful I'll probably be dreaming of you for a month of Sundays. I wish I could find a real girl like you to be with." He found the fleece on the table near her and went to the sink near the doorway to dampen it. When he turned to return, he stopped and caught his breath. 

The statue was positioned directly below a skylight, and directly above it, the moon was shining brightly, illuminating the goddess like an arc light. Almost unconsciously, Deon's hand went out to turn off the store room lights. The effect was magical. Without knowing he was moving, Deon walked to the stone effigy and began to clean it.

As he washed the piece of stone, his free arm crept around her, as if in embrace. Initially, it had felt cold, like any other piece of statuary, but as he held it and caressed it with the damp fleece, the female figure began to take on warmth. When he moved the cleaning cloth across the statue's bosom, he could have sworn the nipples took on definition and its hips had pushed into his. Impulsively, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the statue's. 

Almost immediately he pulled back, thinking, "Christ, what am I doing? Trying to make out with a 3500 year old statue! What the fuck kind of loser am I?" He turned and walked back to his desk.

"If you are a loser, then your winners and heroes must be legendary," said a small feminine voice.

Deon spun around. Before him stood a living exemplar of the statue, dressed in the white mid-thigh length skirt Egyptian women seemed to prefer, according to the many drawings and temple depictions he had seen. Like many of those women, the one before him was bare breasted. She was small, about five feet two; her skin was the color of a coffee latte, with dark, nearly chocolate brown, eyes and blue black hair. Her breasts were conical, crested by puffy, dark nipples; her hips were generously voluptuous.

He opened his mouth to speak, and squeaked instead. A tired, knowing smile appeared on the woman's face; a smile that said she was familiar with the effect she had on men. She walked to the young man and gently caressed his cheek. "You have nothing to fear, Gideon. In freeing me from my prison, you have indebted me to you." She looked around the room and spied a daybed against the wall. "Come," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the daybed.

She pushed him to sit down. In doing so, he became aware that his clothes were gone, as well as her skirt. She pulled his head to her left breast, pushing it into his mouth. Although he was still a virgin, he had seen and read enough about this situation that he knew what he was supposed to do, and he began to kiss and suck on the lovely mammaries presented to him. Rewarded with a soft moan, he let his hands begin to explore the body now straddling his knees. 

This resulted in more moans, and in a few minutes, he was aware of a change in the atmosphere. The room was getting noticeably warmer, and there was a scent in the air-one with which he was familiar only by reputation. It was a musky, sweet, spicy smell; an odor which spoke directly to his maleness. He felt his manhood raise up. The woman pressed him back on the daybed, and in an instant he felt his member engulfed in the most pleasurable warmth and moistness man can know. She began to move on his staff.

From somewhere, a long ways away, Jim was calling him, "Gidjiin, wake up, son! C'mon, Gidjiin! You gots to wake up! The bosses will be plumb angry if they catch you asleep here in the storeroom. C'mon, Gidjin!" He felt Jim shake him by the shoulder.

In his head, much quieter than Jim, came a small feminine voice. "Come, Gideon, it is time to awaken. Don't mention me to Jim; he can't see me. Only you can see or hear me. Wake up now, and let us go get you some breakfast, and we will talk."

Deon was wide awake in a second. "Uhh, oh, thanks, Jim. You're right; they'd crap a brick. I must have fallen asleep after I cleaned up the statue. Damn, and I have a test in Art History this afternoon I was going to study for last night. Crap! She already has me in her sights from last year."

"C'mon, boy, you got to git, or you'll be in more sights than hers!"

Deon stood up, noticing that his clothes were back on. He shook his head, clearing it. "Okay, Jim. I'm outta here. See you tonight." He picked up his backpack and the paperwork, which he dropped off on his way out of the building. On his way out of the parking lot, he nearly turned toward his dormitory and its cafeteria. 

Figuring it wouldn't look too good to appear to be talking to himself in a roomful of his peers, he turned and drove to a diner he sometimes frequented. Inside, the waitress, a slightly plump, pleasant looking, young woman he sometimes saw on campus, greeted him with a small smile. "She likes you," said the voice in his head. "Do you want her? I can give her to you."

"Yes, no! I don't know! Who...what are you? Where did you come from?" he thought, plopping down in the booth farthest from the front door.

"In a minute. The waitress is coming. Give her your order, then I'll answer your questions."

The waitress was at his side. "Hey, Deon, you're in early this morning. What can I get for you?"

"Morning, Donna. Yeah, I fell asleep at my desk at work last night. The guard found me on his rounds this morning and booted me out. Guess it's good it wasn't my boss. Mmhmm, better make it a couple of eggs, sunny side, some home fries and sausage patties, juice and coffee, double cream."

"OJ?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I shoulda..."

"Don't sweat it. Ready for the Art History exam? Taking that course in the summer is a real, excuse my french, bitch. I took the intro during the regular term a couple of semesters ago, and that was bad. McGee can be a real pain and her tests...yuk."

"I totally agree. How come you're taking the advanced course; you an art major?"

"Oh, no. no talent. I'm a Psych major, going for a concentration in Perception, with a minor in Art. I have all the intro courses in techniques and media. I need a sequence of three courses for the minor. The two history courses and an independent study of an artist of my choice will complete the minor. 

"I better get your order in. It won't be long. You want your OJ and coffee now?"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

As the young waitress walked away, the voice in his head started again. "I told you she liked you. Are you sure I can't give her to you? She would be in addition to the gifts you've already received."

"Who are you? Where did you come from? Why can I hear you, but no one else?"

"So many questions, and you already know most of the answers; you just don't believe them. I am Astarte, the goddess whose statue you were trying to make love to last night."

"I wasn't..."

"You didn't kiss me and fondle my breasts? Somebody did, and you were the only person in the room."

"I..."

"You needn't apologize. If I were at all offended, that large dark man would have found a corpse when he came in this morning. As it was, your tender actions and feelings freed me from 35 centuries of unwarranted captivity. That cow, Nefertiti, she of the long nose, was able to convince her god, Ra, to seal me up in that statue. Just because her brother thought I was prettier than she. 

"I've been waiting for 3500 years for someone like you to come along at the right time..."

"Right time? Someone like me?"

"Yes, someone who desired me, on the anniversary of the centennial of my creation, the last full moon before the autumnal equinox. For 34 of those occasions I was sealed in an airtight tomb. But this time, you were there and freed me. For that, I am forever indebted to you, and will give you the gift of Astarte. No woman will be able to refuse you. All you have to do is ask, and they will give you what you ask for. 

"Even if she is with another man, he, also, will yield to you, and give you what you ask of him. You cannot ask them to harm themselves or each other. The men can be told to leave, watch, join, silence themselves and climax. Except for the limits on physically harming themselves, there is no limit on what you can ask of a woman, as long as she is physically capable of carrying out the act.

"Even though I am the goddess of love, I cannot make them love you. The woman, if she is strongly attached to another, may be aware that she is being willed to submit, and may try to resist you. If you persist, she will yield. You will find some for whom the idea of coupling with any man, or woman, is abhorrent. Even they will yield, and, if you instruct them properly, they will enjoy their experience with you."

"If I instruct them properly?"

"Yes. You may not force yourself on them. You must ask them for what you want. If, in the case of the women we were just discussing, you want them to enjoy the coupling, you will have to find a way to ask them to enjoy it, to climax and experience the rapture."

"How do I ask them? Just walk up and say, 'will you have sex with me?'"

Astarte laughed. "Oh, Elal! Men haven't changed at all since Neffi shut me in that stone. I think that is comforting, but also disheartening. 

"There are many ways to convey your wishes, Gideon. You can tell her what you want her to do; what you would like; what would give you pleasure; what you don't like, or want her to stop doing. Your modern conversations offer so much variety in the way people can express their wishes. Even your direct approach will work, in situations where it can be used.

"Your coffee is coming. Pay attention to the young woman. Soon she will be in your bed. A few weeks maybe, you will be her hero."

Gideon laid his pen down and closed his exam booklet. He looked around. Over two thirds of the class was still writing, and there was only a quarter hour left in the allotted time. It had been a killer exam. Fair, but still a killer. The students had to choose one of four sets of three pieces of art, to identify the piece, the artist, the time period, and to discuss the newest piece in relationship to what was happening societally at the time of their creation, comparing it to the others.

He picked up his backpack and made his way to the front of the room to turn in his exam. "Mr. Davies, I see you came back. I think we should talk about what I expect from you in this class. Be in my office at 4:30."

"I have..."

"4:30, Mr. Davies. No excuses except death or maiming accident."

"Yes, ma'am."

At 4:25 Gideon stood, waiting, in the hall outside of Professor Roberta McGee's office. From around the corner, down the hall, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, the hard rapping sound of high heels on tiles over concrete. He turned to look and saw Bertie turn the corner. He caught just the glimmer of a smile when she saw him waiting.

He watched her come down the hall. On the tall side of average, she displayed the results of her daily mile run with pride. In her mid fifties, she was still as trim and fit as she had been as a cheerleader her senior year in college. There was a slight thickening around the waist, due to her age, and her breasts needed a trifle more support from her brassieres now than they had then, but only a purist would object if they saw them exposed.

"Ah, Mr. Davies! May I call you Gideon?" He nodded, puzzled. "Thank you. I am sorry for making you meet me at this hour on a Friday, but I felt it was important that we understand each other. With such abbreviated class time, I think it best disruptions be kept to an absolute minimum. I'm sure you understand. 

"Given our history, may I ask why you registered for my course?"

"Uh, I didn't. I actually registered for Professor Jeffries section, but he prefers majors. When three of them registered late, he bumped me and I was assigned to your section since I needed the course to complete the sequence for my mid-east studies major." 

"I see. As I said, I would like to avoid disruptions in class, or keep them to a minimal level. During discussion, unless you are arguing provable facts, I would appreciate it, in fact, I am going to require you to refrain from joining discussions. To that end, I will give you a B for that part of your grade based on participation."

Deon was stunned. He didn't know what he expected, but being muzzled wasn't anywhere close. Not even with the bribe. He sat there, silent, unmoving.

"Gideon? May I take your silence as agreement. I want an answer."

From somewhere, Gideon heard himself saying, "And I want you to come around here and fuck me after you suck my cock to erection!"

The shocked look on his professor's face told him the voice had not been his imagination. He was just as shocked when, instead of screaming at him to get his perverted ass out of her office, she stood up and walked around the desk, a glazed look on her face, and dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached for his belt buckle. "I'm not very good at this. I've only done it once, when I was a teenager." 

She looked up at him, holding his eyes with hers. "You're making me do this, somehow, aren't you? There's no way I would willingly do this for any student, and especially you. But I can't help myself. Omigod, your cock. I want to swallow it. I can't help myself!" 

She closed her mouth over Gideon's flaccidity and began to caress his hardening staff with her tongue. As she felt it grow and harden in her mouth, she moaned. She found she enjoyed the feel of the soft rigidity between her lips, the soft velvety feeling of his glans against her cheeks and tongue, the heat in her mouth. She was surprised to feel herself moisten between her legs. The moans got louder, more frequent.

Gideon reached down and caressed her breast. He pulled her to a standing position. "I want to see you naked," he told her, recalling Astarte's instructions. Bertie smiled as she reached behind her for the zipper to her dress.

"This is ridiculous. You are making me participate in my own rape, and I'm enjoying it. I can feel myself being forced to act against my better judgment, and liking it. How are you doing that? It isn't hypnotism, nor drugs..."

Gideon stopped her by pressing his lips to hers. He sat down and drew her onto his lap, his cock entering her smoothly, effortlessly. "Oh, god," she moaned, and began to post on his staff. "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod," she repeated as she began to move faster, Deon helping her, thrusting his hips toward her on her downstrokes. Within a few minutes her vocalizations turned to "yes yes yes yes yes," and finally "yesssssssss!" as the climax washed over her. 

She sat there, her forehead leaning on Deon's as she caught her breath and recovered from the first orgasm she had experienced in over a year. As she recovered, she was aware of the staff still rigid in her vagi. She pulled back so she could see Deon's eyes. "You didn't..." He shook his head. Bertie smiled. "Well, we can't have that, can we? Is there another position which might be better for you? Maybe from the back?" She dismounted from his lap and turned to brace herself on her elbows on the desk.


Astarte Ch. 01



As he slipped into her, Deon noticed that he was somewhat longer than ususal. He bent over her back and took hold of her dangling breasts. "Mmm, this is a whole lot better than a B, don't you think? I want to do this with you at least once a week. And tonight, when you get home, I want you to give that husband of yours a blow job, and another when you wake up in the morning. You'll do that for me won't you, and tell me how it went on Monday before class?"

Bertie McGee flushed with a combination of shame and desire. Shame from submitting to her student's demands, embarrassed because she knew she would submit and enjoy the act of submission as well as the sexual acts involved, and the desire to please him.

The Art History class met from noon until three, three days a week, MWF. Monday, Deon was held up at the library and was delayed getting to class until just before the class was called to order. As soon as she saw him rush to his seat, Bertie felt herself moisten. She swore to herself, afraid the students in the front row would be aware of her scent. In addition, because she had not been able to carry out his wish to be told about her sessions with her husband before class, she was nervous throughout the class.

During the mid-class break, he approached her, and quietly told her to relax, he would see her in her office after class. She visibly relaxed, and the difference in her teaching was noticeable after he spoke to her. Several students, aware of their confrontations over the merits of some attributions in regard to pre-Hellenistic era art objects, questioned him about it. "It's nothing. You guys, just settle down and pay attention in class. Maybe you'll learn something." 

Later that afternoon, he met Bertie outside her office. Unlocking the door she stepped inside, followed by Deon. He placed his hands on her hips and told her to stand still. He turned, closed and locked the door. He again stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her ample breasts. "I want you leaning on the desk, like you were Friday." She nodded and assumed the position he desired. She trembled as she felt him raise her skirt and drape it over her back. He drew her granny briefs from her waist to her feet where he removed them from her right foot, leaving them around the other ankle.

He pulled out his erect phallus and took position behind his professor. Leaning forward, he took her ear in his mouth and asked, "What do you want, Dr. McGee?"

She whimpered, "No, don't ask me; just do it! Just take me, like you did, please."

"Is that what you want, to be taken, used, without regard for your satisfaction?" With a small sob, she shook her head. "I want to know what you want."

"I...I want to please you. I don't understand that; it's something , some power you have over me. I don't want to just fuck; I want to make love and be made love to. And I want to be able to make love with my husband again."

Deon stepped away from the older woman and sat down in the visitors' chair. He pulled her into his lap and pulled her to his chest. Sliding his hand up her skirt, to take hold of her vulva, he said, "Tell me about you and your husband this weekend."

"Friday, after you left, I got dressed, but I left my panties and bra off. I have to say, that felt strange, but nice in a way. I went straight home. Fred, my husband, was home, and his brother was there. He had come up for the weekend to visit. I was a little disconcerted, not sure how to do what you said. 

"I went to our bedroom, ostensibly to change. After a minute or so, I called Fred. When he came in, I pushed him onto the bed and pulled his shorts down so I could get to his thing. Then I proceeded to do what you said. But he didn't get hard, and he didn't come.

"After a few minutes, he tapped me on the head and pulled me up for a kiss. Then he turned me toward the door. Bill, his brother was there, with his thing in his hand, stroking it. I must have turned 15 shades of red. I looked at Fred, who just nodded and pushed me at Bill. I got on my knees and proceeded to do for him what I did for you and my husband. I barely got my mouth around him when I felt him spraying my throat.

"When he was done, he just turned away and went to his room. I sat down on the bed, feeling kind of empty. Freddie wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me, then said thank you.

"I woke him in the morning, like you asked. He responded a little bit, got longer, but not hard. After ten minutes or so, he pulled me up for a kiss and told me to go wake his brother up the same way. I was working on getting Bill to come in my mouth again when he pulled me up beside him and rolled me on to my back. Before I knew what he was doing, he was in me, humping like he hadn't had sex in years.

"I heard a noise in the doorway and saw Fred there, watching. I motioned for him to come to the bed. When he did, I pulled off Bill and got on my hands and knees so I could suck Fred's organ while Bill finished. Fred got bigger than he had been in a long time, but not hard, and squirted in my mouth, just as Bill started to come. I raised up to kiss Fred, and I guess Bill sprayed all over the bed. I asked Fred if that's what it took to get him hard, watching me with another man, did he want to do it that way again." Bertie stopped for a sob. "He didn't say a word, just nodded and walked out, leaving me there with Bill who was getting ready to do some more. I told him no and went to shower. 

"Yesterday, after Bill left, Fred and I were sitting on the couch cuddling. I reached over to rub his crotch area and asked if he wanted me to try to suck it again. He said no, and asked if I knew someone who I would fuck so he could watch again. When I said no, he just got up and went out for the rest of the evening."

While she had been talking, Deon had been fingering Bertie's slit. By the time she finished her recounting of the weekend, she had dried up. "I'm sorry, Bertie. I thought having you perform an act you didn't usually do, as a surprise, would spark some good times for you."

"If Bill hadn't been there, it might have. I don't think Fred had any idea his brother would take it further. But once he did, and it stirred Fred's juices, he isn't willing to settle for less, or even try. I have a feeling if I don't find someone to have sex with while he watches, he'll find someone for me."

"What if I come over tonight? Maybe I can use some of this strange power you think I have to help overcome your husband's impotence. And get you his permission to continue our thing here into the fall."

"Do you think you could? Really? You're not just setting Fred and me up for some perverted joke?"

Deon closed his eyes and mentally called, "Astarte! I need some guidance here."

"Yes, my hero. What do you need?"

"How much about you can I tell Bertie?"

"Bertie? Oh, the woman on your lap. You can tell her everything, but don't be surprised if she doesn't believe you."

When Deon hd finished telling his professor about his encounter with Astarte, and her gift, she simply looked at him for a long moment, then pushed his hand, which had been holding her vulva throughout his narration, away and stood up. "If you can't be serious, why did you make me tell you about my weekend? I think you should leave now. I'll handle Fred somehow."

"Turn around and lean on the desk. I'm going to screw your ass." he said in a harsh voice.

"Go to hell, mister! Get your miserable self out of here before I call security!" She was practically screaming at him, her face flushed with anger.

"Bertie," he said softly. "I said I want to screw your ass." He watched, amazed at the transformation as the anger disappeared from her face, to be replaced by lust. With no further instruction, she turned and leaned on the desk with one hand while the other reached down and pulled the back of her skirt up over her hips. He remained seated, waiting. 

She stood there, supporting her self on her hands, waiting for him. After several seconds, she turned to look at him, to see him there, watching her, with an expectant look on his face. Then it dawned on her-her change in attitude and behavior when he had expressed his desire instead of demanding her submission.

"Omigod, it's true; your story is true. You can have any woman you want, whenever or where ever you want to have her." She stood up and turned to face him. "On behalf of women everywhere, I should probably shoot you, but Friday was one of the best times I can ever remember, and I want more like that. We'll talk about Fred and his problem later," she said smiling, moving toward her new favorite student, unbuttoning the fastener at the waist of her skirt.

That evening, at home, over drinks after dinner, Bertie asked her husband, "Fred, can we talk about this weekend?"

"What is there to talk about?"

"Your needs, your desires. What they mean for us."

"Bertie, I love you, and I always will. If I can't be a lover to you, there is no reason you should give up that part of your life. If you need to find someone to take care of that need, I will understand and accept that."

"Thank you, but I wanted to talk about you. You said it aroused you to watch me with another man, and you would want to watch me some more; you even asked if I knew someone you could watch me with."

"Mmmrrg...I did? I don't ..."

"Fred! We've been together too long for that. Maybe you didn't say explicitly that it was what you wanted or needed, but you nodded when I asked you that. And you did ask if I knew someone."

"I'm sorry." he looked at her, a sheepish expression on his face. "It's just hard to admit that I'm no longer the man you married."

"Bull! You are just as much a man now as you were thirty years ago; you just show it differently now." She smiled at him, her eyes full of love. "If you do need that kind of stimulation, though, to be able to climax, I may have a solution."

"You thought of someone?"

"Maybe. There's a student in my advanced class this summer whom I need to find a way to muzzle. Normally, he's quiet and reserved, but when it comes to early Mid-Eastern art, he becomes quite quarrelsome. I thought if I could offer him a bribe of sort s, maybe he would be willing to keep quiet in class. He wouldn't have to know you were watching, unless you wanted to participate, like you did with Bill."

"I don't know, Bertie; subjecting yourself to an intimate relationship with some one who sounds difficult..."

"Oh, dear no, Sweetheart! Outside of class when we meet, he is quite the nice gentleman. I must say he's not much to look at, no where near as handsome as you, and in a crowd, he could easily get lost. It's only in the one area where he gets difficult and challenging. Why don't I ask him to stop by for a drink tomorrow, so you can meet him?"

About the same time that conversation was taking place, Deon was settling himself at a popular student watering hole. Busy, it wasn't overcrowded, so there was no real need for the blonde to squeeze in between him and the football player to his left. Even less reason for her to drop her purse on the bar and spill his beer. Her exasperated look at him when he yelled made it plain she thought it was all his fault, for sitting there and being in her way.

The barkeep, who had witnessed it all, asked Deon if he wanted another beer as he mopped up the mess. Deon nodded and reached for his wallet, knowing the blonde wouldn't pay for it. The barkeep just held up his left hand, and reached for a pair of bills from in front of the football player as he pulled the draft. With a grin, Deon told him, "Keep the change." 

"Hey, buddy, that's my money you're spending," said the large tackle.

Deon looked at him and smiled. "Not me, your girl, here," he replied with a nod toward the blonde. "That suitcase she calls a handbag knocked over my beer, and it was just getting to the right temperature to drink."

"Oh," came the reply, sounding a bit confused. "Be careful with that bag, Amanda, and apologize to the man."

With the briefest of glances over her shoulder, Amanda said something that sounded like 'ree.' Deon grinned. "Astarte," he thought, "I hope you're working tonight, because I'm going to take this one all the way." Out loud, he said, "That's okay. You can make it up by dancing with me." She turned and gave him a look which clearly meant not in this lifetime.

He stopped the waitress, passing by, and whispered something to her. She nodded, glassy eyed, and made her way to the piano player. In a minute or two, the soft sounds of "Harbor Lights" could be heard over the crowd noise.

Deon tapped Amanda on the shoulder. "Will you dance with me now?" To the obvious surprise of the tackle, she nodded, a little hesitantly. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked the athlete, who shook his head. "Thank you, and watch my seat, would you?"

On the floor, he pulled Amanda into the standard slow dance position, tightened his grip and turned his left hand around, pulling her closer, into full body contact, the back of his left hand resting against her right breast. "Mmm, nice. Are they real?" he asked, moving his left hand up and down, rubbing her nipple through the light tee shirt she was wearing.

A quick flash of anger flitted across her face before she smiled and answered, "Of course they're real! You can feel for yourself, can't you?"

"Just waiting for permission," he grinned, releasing her hand and turning his hand so he was palming her b -cup. She gasped, then leaned into him, effectively hiding his hand action. 

"Please, not here. My fianc‚..."

"Ahhh! Okay. I want you to meet me back by the ladies room after the song ends." With a disturbed look, Amanda nodded.

When the song ended, Deon gave her a twirl and a small push toward the back of the bar. He returned to his seat and took a swallow of his beer. The tackle asked him about the girl. "Ladies room," Deon replied, "which my bladder says I should imitate, only the one across the hall." The football player laughed, nodding.

Amanda was waiting, dancing from one foot to the other, nervously. "Anyone in there?" Deon asked. She shook her head. He pushed the door open and waved her in ahead of him, locking the door after them.

"Wha...wha...what are you going to do?" she asked him, her eyes wide with fright.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Force me to have sex with you."

"Force you? That won't be necessary, will it? You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes, no...oh, I do, but I don't. Please, don't make me. I'm not on the pill, and me and my fiance'‚ are trying to get me pregnant. I'll do anything else you want, just don't do it in my vagina."

"Does he know you're trying to get pregnant?" She looked down and slowly shook her head no. "Well then, maybe we should tell him." She looked up, quickly, alarmed, shaking her head. "Okay, I'll give you a month to catch a baby. If you aren't pregnant by then, I'll find you and we'll screw like rabbits on steroids. For now, first show those lovely mammas, then show me how good you eat dick."

Amanda first looked shocked, then she grinned and said, "Thank you," as she pulled off the tee shirt she was wearing. As Deon had suspected, there was nothing under it. She moved toward him and started to go down on her knees when he stopped her and pulled her to him for a kiss.

"One month, Mandy, then if you're not pregnant, I'll fuck you so hard and so long, you won't be able to walk the next day." Then he pressed on her shoulders. She simply smiled and pulled his zipper down. She reached in to his boxers and found what she was searching for. 

In its flaccid state, Deon's member was short, but thick. As she leaned forward, she thought to herself, "This shouldn't take long; a tiny dick like this, he couldn't have had much experience."  With a tongue motion which betrayed a lot of practice, she inhaled the small organ. Deon's hand wrapped itself in her hair and pulled her face into his abdomen so her lips were wrapped around the base of his rod.

Suddenly, the girl before him began to struggle and pull away. With a grin, he released her head to let her back off his cock. Amanda's eyes grew wide with wonder as she backed away. When the staff finally escaped her mouth, she was looking at eight and a half inches of male meat. 

She was aware of the tingle starting in her lady. "Omigod," she sighed. "I don't suppose you have a rubber in your pocket?"  She rubbed her face up and down the side of the shaft she wanted in her vagina. 

Deon heard Astarte, "Take her if you want; she will conceive only if it is your desire that she do so."

He pulled Mandy's face back toward him. "Let's see how good you are, Mandy. You've got ten minutes to make me come, but you can't make it happen in less than eight. Too soon or too long, and I share you with that muscle mass you call a fiance'; understand?" 

She looked up at him and nodded, his cock embedded in her face, about half of it showing. With her red lips pursed around his staff, the honey blonde hair framing her face, her brown eyes slightly bulged, she presented a classic picture of fellatio in process. It was nearly enough to make him paint her tonsils. 

After he gained control of himself, he felt her tongue stroking his rod, swirling around the head as she sucked it into the back of her throat, then pulled out against the suction. She gently fondled his balls, lightly scratching the area behind them. She had just started the head of his staff down her throat when there was a loud banging on the door.

"Mandy? Mandy, are you in there? Is everything okay? Mandy, you there?"

She pulled her head back and looked up at Deon in terror. "Omigod! It's Kyle! If he catches us, he'll kill us! He's very jealous. What can we do?"

"I think you should answer him. Tell him everything is fine; it's a woman thing and you'll be out in a minute. Then he'll go back to the bar and wait for you."

Amanda nodded. "I'm okay, Kyle. It just a..." she hesitated, as if she was searching for a word, "just a woman's thing, you know? I'll be out in a couple of minutes. Unless you want to come in and help me, honey." she heard herself ask, in a coaxing tone. 

"Uhh, no, that's fine. I'll wait for you at the bar, but hurry. Remember the coach gave the team a ten o'clock curfew until the end of the season."

"Okay, I'll be as quick as I can." Deon reached down and pulled her to a standing position. He pushed on her back so she was leaning on the sink. "No!" she hissed. "I have to go! You said you wouldn't until next month."

"I also said you had ten minutes to make me come. Don't worry, I won't get you pregnant, but you better fuck that mountain tonight to make sure," he said as he sunk his rod in her very damp hole.

"Unnnngh! Oh, yessss! Fuck, that feels good."  She pushed her hips back toward him, imbedding him deeper in her sheath. "More, please. Do it, fuck me. Oh, shit, you feel so good in there," she moaned. "Oh, god! Fuck, it's happening already; I'm coming, oh oh oh unhunhunh unhunhunh unhunhunh yessss!" Her climax triggered Deon's. When she felt his cream hit her inner walls, she went rigid momentarily, then cried out, "unngh!" before collapsing and falling.

Deon caught her just before she hit her head on the sink, and lowered her to the floor. "Mandy, wake up." he called softly, but loud enough to rouse her. Her eyes opened and she smiled.

"Mmmmmm, oh god, that was nice. I've never passed out like that before..."

"Mandy, I want you to listen and do what I tell you now. You have to get up and get dressed. Then go out and tell Kyle you're horny and need him now. Take him to the parking lot, and if he doesn't have a car, borrow one and fuck him until he comes at least twice in your pussy. I want you to come twice for every time he does. Make him feel special. Make him want only you." He bent down and kissed her. "And, then, I want to see you in the library on September 10, at 9:30 in the A of M, by the elevator to the stacks. Be there."




Astarte Ch. 01



"What if I'm pregnant?"

"Not by Kyle. The vitamins the coach is giving the team...they suppress sperm production; all the male hormones go to build up bulk and aggression. That's why he's so jealous."

"So, I do get to fuck you some more. Do I have to wait until next month?" she asked, looking up at him with a seductive grin. 

"'Fraid so, unless Kyle is into threesomes." 

Her lips formed a pout, belied by the smile in her eyes. "Okay, I guess. Don't be late. I think I'm going to be so horny I could fuck a statue."

Somewhere, deep in his head, Deon heard a silvery laugh.

When he got back to his dorm room, there was a message from his mother pinned to the door: "Call me as soon as you get in. Mom."

He looked at his watch as he unlocked the door. Quarter of ten. Late, but not too late for her. Katherine (Kate) Davies was a brilliant consulting computer engineer. She had developed several innovations for her clients, enabling them to build faster, more efficient, and more reliable processors. 

Working with vacuum systems engineers, she had been instrumental in developing ultra thin film technology, allowing the deposition of films only two atoms thick on chip substrate, and then two to four layers of substrate to support another two layers of conductive material, and so on until they had the equivalent of ten to fifteen core processors stacked up in the space previously occupied by one.

She had also written several games, some for children just learning to use a computer; some, challenging to her peers in the industry. She had built her reputation early, going to work in Silicone Valley right after getting her Bachelor's degree. 

There she had become recognized as an engineer capable of innovation and basic grunt work at the same time. With the constant flow of engineers from one firm to another, her reputation as someone you wanted on your team quickly spread. 

As a single mother of two, she realized she could make more money as a consultant. One clause in her contracts, which allowed her to retain any patents awarded for her development work, soon pushed her income into the mid six figure range. In spite of that, she had insisted Deon earn part of his way through school.

She had gotten pregnant during her sophomore year, and insisted on finishing out the year. An hour after her last exam that Spring, she had delivered Deon. When her parents had asked about the father, she told them he was a non-issue. She said the same thing two years later when his sister Sally was born under similar circumstances. 

All her parents learned was that Kate received $500 a month from a prestigious law firm to help with her expenses.  It was a surprise to her parents and to the University community when she married the Chairman of the Electrical Engineering department six months after she graduated. It was a bigger shock when he died of heart attack at the age of 55, four years later.

Deon heard the phone ring once, then his mother's voice, "Gideon, how nice of you to call."

"Evening, Mother. How'd you know it was me?" he asked, wondering if she had finally relented and subscribed to caller ID. 

"Who else would call me at this time of night. All the decent people are in bed, or getting ready to be. Where have you been all night?"

"Out doing what college guys do, Mother, getting laid."

"Don't be vulgar, dear. Of course you were," she laughed, well aware of her son's social deficiencies. "Was she any good?"

"I've had better, but she was enthusiastic." He laughed. "What's up?"

"I called to remind you that you are expected home this weekend, and to ask if you can get here early. I have to fly out Thursday morning, and can't get back until one on Saturday. That leaves Sally alone on her birthday. If you left at noon, you could be here about the time she's home from work."

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem. I need to let them know at the museum, the new Egyptian show is opening in two weeks, but it's all clean and polish; as long as it gets done, it doesn't matter when. 'N I'm sure Prof. McGee will excuse me. According to the syllabus, we start on Arabian art that day. She'll be glad to get rid of me," he laughed.

"Professor McGee? Is she the one..."

"Yeah. She called me in for a conference last week and warned me; I can argue facts, but not opinions. If I don't have something factual and substantive to add, I'm to keep quiet. So I'm sure she'll excuse me for the day."

"Okay, if you're sure. I'll let Sally know to expect you. Thank you, Deon. I'll see you Saturday. Be good, and good night."

"Hmmh, I'm always good, Mother; that's my problem." He laughed. "Love you, Mom. G' night."

Kate laughed. "Love you, too, son."

Bertie was just finishing cleaning up from dinner when she heard the doorbell. "That," he thought, "must be Deon."  She grinned when she felt herself get wet. When she had asked him over for a drink to meet Fred and get his approval, Deon had warned her she should make up a couple of ice bags ahead of time because she was going to be so sore. She had scoffed at the idea. After all her husband was all but impotent. But she had made up the ice bags. She felt the moisture make its way down her legs, thinking about it.

She glanced in the den as she passed it on her way to get the door. Fred was there, mixing a pitcher of stingers. She was still grinning when she opened the door to her student. "Deon," she purred, "come in."

Deon walked in and folded his professor in an embrace before the door was fully closed. "Hey, Bertie," he whispered and kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth, still open in surprise. He kept his right arm around her and walked her to the den, from which he heard the sounds of ice and mixing. 

Fred looked up when he heard them come into the room. The sight of another man with his arm around Bertie initially caused a surge of jealousy, but when the arm dropped and was extended in greeting, he took it and returned the firm grim. "Good evening; you must be Deon, the young man Bertie has been telling me about."

"Evening, Fred. Bertie's told me a little about you, too. This should be a fun evening. Why don't you close those drapes so the whole world doesn't see us screwing her?" Freddie blinked, shocked, but turned to do as he was told.

Deon turned and pulled Bertie back into his arms. "I want you to trust me and just go along with whatever I suggest we all do tonight. I promise you, it will accomplish everything you want." Her eyes were wary as she nodded her acceptance of her student's request. 

He turned her in his arms so she faced her husband. "Sit in the easy chair, Freddie," Deon ordered, unbuttoning the blouse Bertie was wearing, exposing her rose colored bra. "You may as well strip, too. It won't be long before we'll all be more comfortable naked."

While he removed his shirt and slacks, Fred watched the young man pull her blouse off his wife's shoulders and unfasten the front clasp of her bra, revealing two very erect dark red nipples capping B+ sized conical breasts, breasts which looked like they had been designed for tit -fucking. A small moan escaped from the older man as he let his pants drop to the floor. He felt a surge in his groin, and a sensation of sexual hunger, a need for climax, swept over him, causing him to fall back into the chair behind him.

Deon dropped his hands to Bertie's waist, caressing the flesh which bulged slightly over the waistband of her skirt. "Beautiful, isn't she, Fred? You know, I come out of her class everyday with a hard on, watching her in class, imagining these beauties on display," he said, reaching up and fondling her breasts. 

He dropped his hands and found the button closing the waistband of the ankle length skirt she wore. "And this ass! Damn! It is absolutely to die for! If she were my wife, I would never be off my knees, worshiping this ass, showering it with kisses every day. When she wears a tight skirt or slacks to class, it's all I can do not to cream my jockeys, I swear." 

He let the skirt drop and slid his hands inside the panties she had on, reaching for her lady. Bertie moaned and pushed her hips into his hand, opening her legs to give him access. Deon pushed the garment down, over her hips as he lowered her to the sofa. He dropped to his knees as he pulled them off her feet and positioned himself between her legs. "Oh, lord! Look at this beautiful cunt! Have you ever seen anything more lovely?"

A low moan escaped the man behind him, causing Deon to turn and look over his shoulder. Fred sat there, stroking a three-quarter hard cock. "Not yet, Freddie; you have to wait a bit more for relief," Deon told him, eliciting a deeper moan of frustration and disappointment. "Don't worry; I promise you a much more satisfying experience. 

"Tell me, Fred," he said, turning back to Bertie and lowering his face to her quim, "when was the last time you kissed this glorious cunt. It should have been this morning." his tongue reached out and lightly caressed the labia awaiting his attention. It was Bertie's turn to moan.

"Unngh, oh yessss."

Deon turned her on the couch and moved into the 69 position. Bertie needed no encouragement. She reached for his hips and pulled his phallus to her waiting lips. "How did he get naked," she wondered, then remembered the tale he had told. "Thank you, Astarte," she thought, pushing her head toward Deon, deep throating his staff. 

She moved up and down on the organ in her mouth as its owner busied himself lapping up her feminine dew. In a few minutes she felt the stirring of an eruption in her lady. 

She pushed her head forward so that all of Deon's rod was in her mouth when she felt the initial wave of pleasure explode and pulse through her. In response, she felt Deon's spend blast down her throat into her stomach. Fred watched the two lovers as they seemed to quiver in ecstasy, and shot his own load into the space before him, his cock in full erection for the first time in years.

Deon collapsed on the woman beneath him, breathing hard. Slowly he pulled himself from her mouth and turned around. He lowered himself to lie on her, letting his erection find its own way into her waiting maw. "That's the first time I've ever come that way," he said, kissing her softly. "Thank you, it was lovely."

Bertie beamed, pleased that she had been able to give this strange young man a new sexperience. She looked at her husband and gasped. His erection was still rampant; his expression, full of love and desire, almost hunger. She became aware of the motion in her vagina, Deon moving, stimulating her G-spot. 

She turned back to look at the man responsible for her immediate pleasure. His face a mask of emotion and passion. His eyes were closed; his mouth, open; expressions of pleasure and pain trading places on his face, fleeting quickly across his visage. His weight rested on his elbows, his arms under her back holding her tightly to him as he pounded into her. She felt the stirrings of another climax, and soon her hips were flying to meet his, as her arms and legs tightened around her young lover.

The splash of his hot cream against the inner walls of her vagina triggered her own screaming climax as Deon continued to thrust into her until she could no longer move. After a few seconds to catch their breath, they kissed while Deon withdrew his still erect cock from her very sensitive lady. The feel of him exiting her quim sent a shiver through her body. "Ready for more?" Deon asked her, grinning. She just smiled and nodded.

The youth sat back on the couch and pulled her head into his lap. Without being told, she slurped his phallus into her mouth, cleaning their combined juices from what she was sure was a magic wand. Deon looked at the man across the room. "Freddie, are you ready to join us?"

Fred looked down at his erection. In spite of having come a few minutes ago, it was still at full mast. He didn't understand, but he wasn't going to question it. He raised his eyes to look at the couple on the sofa. His wife's face was full of the younger man's rod; his hand, Fred could see, was busy fondling her pussy, smearing the cream, which was leaking out of her quim, all around her anus. Slowly, he nodded, wondering what he was agreeing to.

Deon patted Bertie on the head. She pulled her mouth away and sat up, allowing him to stand. "Fred, come over and lay down, on your back." When he was in position, Deon continued, "Okay, Bertie, now you get on him, cowgirl style, and take all of him in you." 

When she signaled she was in position, Deon smiled and pulled her head to his prick. "Okay, girl," ride him! Ride him like you've never ridden him before. See if you can make us meet in your belly."

Bertie smiled around the cock in her mouth and began to move. Under her, Fred watched as his wife sucked the prick of the young man who had forever changed the way he saw his partner of thirty years, thrusting his hips up into her demanding pussy. He heard her moan in appreciation of his thrusts, and growled in return, feeling his spend erupting into her, mixing with the seed left from her earlier mating with the man currently fucking her face.

Deon sensed the eruption from the other man and grinned. He tapped Bertie on the shoulder, slowing her down. When she looked up at him, his staff still in her mouth, he backed away, stimulating a look of disappointment. She watched him as he walked to climb up on the couch behind her, feeling his hand sliding down her back, pushing down on her hips to fully engulf Fred in her quim.

She caught her breath when she realized Deon's goal. She forced herself to relax, anticipating the pressure on her remaining opening large enough to accommodate him. She felt her annular ring yield to the pressure. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding as the second ring gave way. Her eyes closed against the pain, she heard Fred moan under her, then say "Oh my god, Bertie! Are you sure? Can you do this?"

She opened her eyes and bent down to kiss him. "For you, lover, I can do anything. Just ask me."

"Nothing else. This is enough."

"I wish it were," Deon interrupted, "but we will have to repeat some version of tonight every couple of weeks until the end of the year, plus I will need some private time with Bertie until I am satisfied you will be able to meet her needs. Will you both agree to that?"

The older couple looked at each other, kissed, then looked at the young student buried in her ass and nodded their agreement. Deon began to move, slowly at first, letting Bertie accommodate to his presence and size.

When she began to thrust back toward him, he increased his speed and force, stimulating the man on the other side of the thin membranes separating them. Fred ejaculated first, followed by Bertie's orgasm, with Deon close enough behind that it seemed like a simultaneous three way orgasm.

Bertie collapsed on her husband, supporting herself on her elbows like Deon had done for her. Deon, still imbedded, sat back on his heels. When he could talk, Deon stated, "Fred, whenever you or Bertie want to have sex with each other, you will have no problem with your erections, or achieving climax after Bertie has her first one with you in her. 

"I would suggest you two relearn the techniques of foreplay you enjoyed when you first became lovers. And Freddie, while I doubt you contemplate being with someone else, unless you are in a threesome with Bertie, you will be unable to sustain an erection long enough..."

"No!" exclaimed Bertie. "Don't put any limits on him. If you are going to make him give me permission to have sex with you, for whatever reason, then he should be able to have sex with other women if he wants to."

"Are you sure, Bertie? Is that really what you want?"

"What I want? I'm not sure I've wanted anything that has happened the past week, but I'm not willing to give it up now. As long as I have to be involved with you, he should have the ability to be with someone else if that is what he wants. I don't need to know, if he does. It's only fair."

In his head, Deon heard Astarte, "She's right, Deon. I like her. Don't tell her, but I am going to give her one of my gifts. She will always be satisfied, able to keep her partners hard until she feels complete. Be ready for some serious coupling, young master, because that includes you." There was that silvery laugh and she was gone.

"As you wish, Bertie." He bent forward and kissed the back of her neck. She turned her head and offered her lips, which he claimed. "Freddie, I hope you appreciate this woman. If I were a couple of decades older, I might try to take her away from you."

"Young man, I realize there is something supernatural about you, but there is no way I would let that happen. Especially after tonight, realizing how much I love her. Now, unless there is something else you must do, would you leave us alone? I want to make love to my wife."



Astarte Ch. 02



The goddess gives him his sister, and promises him his mother. He helps his sister revenge a friend's rape, and cops a cherry. if you haven't read Astarte Ch. 1, it tells how she gave our hero his power. it is under 'Mind Control' stories. enjoy. comments welcomed; signed ones answered. jb7



Friday morning, Deon got up late and threw some clothes in a bag, grabbed his laundry and hopped in his car to make the three hour drive home. First, he needed to get some breakfast and some coffee for the long drive. He stopped at the same diner where he had learned of Astarte's gifts. He had missed the morning rush at the diner, and it was nearly empty when he arrived. 

He took his favorite booth, toward the back of the diner, next to the kitchen door. He could hear Donna in the back, telling someone to stop whatever they were doing. When she came out of the kitchen, she looked upset, her face flushed, the top of her uniform slightly askew, she was shocked to see him there, and blushed. "Deon, I didn't know you were here. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just sat down. Everything alright?"

"Yeah...no, not really," she said, sliding into the booth, opposite him. "The cook is the owner's brother, and he is always making some kind of suggestive remark, or touching me. This morning, when he saw we were alone, he tried to put his hand down my top. The owner says she can't do anything; if she fires him, he won't be able to get another job because of his prison record, and he won't listen to her when she tells him to watch his mouth."

"Damn, that's too bad. If there's any thing... Hey, the museum is looking for docents. Each room will have one plus a few more to serve a tour guides. I bet you could get one of the positions in the art wing. I'm not sure what the money is, but it has to be more than you make here, even with tips. "

"Thanks, I'll look into it. I can afford a little cut. It'd be worth it to be free of the tattooed octopus in the kitchen." She gave him a wide smile as she rose from her seat. "What can I get you today?"

"Mostly coffee. I'm driving home this morning and need lots, plus whatever you don't have to go into the kitchen to get."

That earned him another smile. "I can grill you a danish, with some coffee and juice. And a large coffee to go?"

"Sounds great. Terri Stein is the woman in charge of the docents, and is the person you will need to talk to. I've talked to her several times and helped her train the guides and area docents in the Middle East displays. She's a pretty savvy lady. Tell her I suggested you apply."

At that moment the door to the diner opened and the owner walked in. Donna nodded to Deon, and went to get his coffee. After she delivered it, she went to talk to the owner, at the cash register. He saw the owner's head jerk up and look toward the service window behind the counter. 

Her face was grim. Donna continued to talk. The owner looked at her, surprised. The owner's shoulders slumped, her head dropping as she nodded. She turned and started for the kitchen. She nodded at Deon in greeting when she passed his booth.

Moments later he heard what must have been the stockroom door slam. A minute later, he heard, "... miserable ass out of here before I call the cops! And stay away!" A short, stocky bald man, sporting numerous tattoos on his arms and shoulders burst through the kitchen door. 

"Fuck you!" he cried. "You, too, bitch! Too prissy to take a little teasin', huh? We'll see how you and this place do without me! Fuck all of you! Right up your prissy asses," he called as he stormed out the door. The owner came out of the kitchen, her cheek bright red where she had obviously been hit, her eye beginning to swell closed. Deon sprang up and yelled to Donna to bring a towel and some ice. He made the older woman sit at the counter.

Gently holding the ice pack to her cheek, Deon asked if she were okay otherwise. She put her hand over his and pressed a little harder, wincing slightly. Deon heard Astarte giving him some directions about hand placement and some gentle caresses. He did as she instructed, and was surprised to see the swelling and redness quickly disappear. "Good boy," he heard her say and felt her fleeting kiss on his cheek.

The owner felt her cheek and eye, a look of wonder on her face. "What did you do? He's hit me like that before, and I usually have a bruise for a week."

"Nothing. Probably, he didn't hit you as hard or as directly." He gave her the ice pack and straightened up. "Well, I have to get gone; my sister is expecting me to be there when she gets home from work today. Donna, what do I owe?"

"Nothing, Donna, and take what ever he says for a tip from the till. Thank you, young man, for the 'first aid.' From now on, whenever I'm here, you eat for free."



His sister's car was in the driveway when he pulled in beside her. A stranger's car, to him, was pulled up, blocking her. Leaving his bags in the car, he let himself in the house. He heard his sister in the living room, telling someone to stop.

"Holy shit, Astarte! What's going on? Are all the women I know going to be assaulted because of what you gave me?"

"Don't despair. It's that long-nosed cow, Neffi. She knows I'm free and is trying to mess with me through you. Just follow your instincts, and be strong. We'll prevail, I promise."

He stepped into the living room. The sight immediately caused a flashback to his freshman year in high school. He had asked a classmate to a dance. A second-year senior who had designs on her had accosted him on the way home after school and pounded on him until he had promised to break the date. 

That bully was now holding his sister face down on the couch while he tried to pull her slacks and panties down her legs. "What's the matter, Harry? Won't the women in this town have anything to do with you? Some reason you have to beat up the young girls to make them put out, like you did Sue Swenson?" 

In turning to see who was talking, Harry relaxed his grip on Sally's arms, allowing her to break free and turn over. Her knee came up rapidly, crashing into his perineum and adjacent structures, doubling her assailant over. 

Her well placed kick on his ass sent him sprawling across the floor. He landed at Deon's feet, in a fetal position, cradling his testicles in his hands. 

Deon flashed his sister a grin as she stood up and pulled her clothing back on. Harry's pants were around his ankles. Deon reached down and pulled them off, carried them to the front door and threw them into the yard, after tying the legs closed. When he returned, Harry was just struggling to his hands and knees.

"I don't think you should try to stand up, yet, Harry; do you, Sally?" asked Deon. 

"I think you're right, brother. I don't think he should stand up. If he does, I think I may kick his ass again, all the way to his car. In fact, I know I will." She put her foot on his ass. "Knees and elbows, you son of a bitch, and be glad I don't call the cops. Although, I may. I'm sure I could find a number of women to corroborate my story."

Deon dropped to his knee by Harry's head. He lifted Harry's chin so he could look the hurting sod in the face. "Harry, I want you to crawl to your car and drive away, naked. 

"I want you to drive downtown, and find a place to park your car on Main Street. Ignore the passers-by. Just sit there and pleasure yourself; jack off, play with your asshole, scratch your balls, if you can reach it, suck your cock, whatever turns you on. 

"But don't ejaculate until a police officer opens your door. Then, aim your prick at him and let it fly. Don't stop coming until your balls are empty. Do you understand all of that?" Harry nodded. Deon stood up, telling Harry it was time to go. "And Harry, stay away from my family."

His sister stood there, gaping at him. She wanted Harry to do just what he had been told. She wanted to make sure it happened. And, somehow, she knew Harry would do it, just the way her big brother had told him to do it. 

Since Sally had started high school, their mother had left them alone when she went out of town on business. Good kids, they had not caused any trouble, and had become good friends as well as siblings. A by-product of the togetherness had been a game based on healthy sexual curiosity-trying to catch the other one naked. It had gone on all of his senior year. They had both caught glimpses of all of each other's parts, but never had 'the whole show' been seen by either one. 

Kate was out of town their last week of regular classes that year, including Deon's birthday; coincidentally, the last day of school. That day, Sally beat Deon home by 15 minutes. She hurried to her bedroom and stripped. When she heard him come in, she stepped into the hall and called to him. "Gideon! I need some help; hurry!"

He came running up the stairs and into her room. He came to a screeching halt at the sight which awaited him. Sally, fully nude, was standing in the middle of the room, her back to the door. When she heard him, she looked over her shoulder. "When you're dressed like I am, I'll turn around," she said, with a saucy smile. He didn't hesitate more than a second. 

While she watched, he removed his shoes, socks, jean shorts, and shirts. He was about to remove his jockeys when he looked up and saw her watching. With a grin, he turned his back to her and finished stripping. He looked over his shoulder and asked, "On three?" She nodded, with a shy smile. "One-two-..."

"Looking only, no touching," she interrupted.

He nodded. "Three." They turned and looked at each other. 

"Happy birthday, Deon," she said softly, turning completely around so he could see all of her naturally blonde beauty.

"My god, you're beautiful," he breathed. "Thank you."

That day was playing out in his head as he looked at his sister now, watching Harry crawl into his car. "Do you think he'll do what you said?" she asked her brother, afraid to look at him, afraid she might give in to her desire to please him.

"He will," Deon said simply. "What happened?"

"He followed me home from work and pushed his way into the house. He wouldn't leave; he said he had put too much time and effort in on me to leave before he got what he came for."

"What..."

"I met him at one of the graduation parties. He knew one of the girls. I think he was a friend of her brother. We talked and he asked me out. I knew a little of his reputation, and he said he was a friend of yours from high school; I thought I could control him, and I did, until today. He said now I was legal, and he didn't have to wait any more."

With a wide smile, Deon said, "Well, I can't really fault his taste, just his methods. I'd want to make love to you, too, if you weren't..."

"Oh Gideon, what are you saying?" came the cry in his head. "Remember, incest was not a barrier in the royal families. If you desire to mate with the women in your family, it will happen. With them, you don't even have to ask, just let me know of your desire."

He felt his manhood begin to raise and grow. From the look on Sally's face, she saw it, also. Curiosity, realization, passion, hunger were all seen momentarily on her face before she looked into her brother's eyes. He held out his hand for her to take, and led her, without resistance, to her bedroom.

"I've wanted to do this ever since my eighteenth birthday," he whispered to her as he unbuttoned her waitress uniform top. "You were so beautiful that day, I wanted to..."

"I know. Me, too. That's why I said no touching. I knew if I let you touch me, I wouldn't be able to stop. And it would have caused a lot of trouble eventually."

"And now?"

"I'll be joining you at University. We can live together, and noone will care."

"What about Mom?"

"She can move in with us. Then you can have her, too. We'll make it work, somehow. If Muslims and the Mormons can make having multiple wives work, we can."

Her slacks and panties were pooled around her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them to join her top and bra in the corner where Deon had thrown them. She stepped to her brother and began to pull his tee shirt from his waistband. It soon joined her clothes, followed by his jeans, shoes and socks, and shorts. She reached for his phallus, gently stroking it, cooing in admiration as it grew in her hands.

"I've heard the girls talking about their boyfriends. I think you must be bigger than them."

"Only talking? No experience?"

"Just babysitting. I've been saving myself for you. I decided that day you would be my first, and I wanted it to happen today. Thank God, you got home when you did.

"I also have to tell you, I'm a virgin without a cherry. I broke my hymen during cheerleading practice, doing splits. There was one bad one that really hurt; when I got home and was changing, my panties were all bloody. I asked Mom about it. She said it happens to most cheerleaders and gymnasts. I hope you don't mind, that It's gone."

"I don't mind. I wouldn't have minded if there had been someone else first, but I'm glad there wasn't. I love you, Sally. Not just as a sister, but..."

"I know, brother. Me, too." She stepped up to him, her B+ sized boobs just touching his chest. His arms went around her as their lips meshed, and tongues met for the first time. Deon's hands lightly caressed her back and sides. Her hands mirrored his as the siblings manually explored what they had only seen before, never touched. 

Anticipation of the forbidden, their mutual love, youth, all contributed to their rapid arousal. Deon's arms pulled his sister closer to him. "Sally," he whispered to her, "if you have any doubts, or misgivings; if you're not absolutely sure this is what you want..."

"Hush, my love. I have played this scene in my head almost every night since that day. There are no doubts, no regrets. Whatever you want, do it. Just be gentle the first time. The only thing that's been in there is a tampon," she said, with a grin. 

His hands slid down over her buttocks and gripped them firmly at the bottom, forcing him to slightly bend at the knees. When he straightened his legs, he lifted her from the floor, eliciting a small giggle. He carried her to the bed and set her down. She kissed him, her tongue stroking his lips, and sat down. She lifted his uncircumcised semi to her lips and kissed it, pulling just the corona into her mouth.

She looked up at her brother, a trace of fear in her eyes. "I'm afraid," she said, dropping his organ from her mouth. "I don't want to bite you."

Deon smiled. "I don't want you to bite me, either, and, because we don't want you to bite it, you won't."

"Don't tease me, Deon! I want to do this right for you," she said, tears forming in her eyes, a small sob audible.

He quickly sat down and drew her into his arms. "Sweetheart, I'm not teasing. Really. It is just that simple..."

"Gideon, let me explain." Deon and his sister looked up. Standing in the doorway, Sally saw the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Astarte was dressed in a long, flowing, white linen chemise, perfectly set off by her black hair and dusky skin. 

"Good afternoon, Sally. My name is Astarte; I am the Egyptian goddess of love, and of war. Last week, while he was getting a statue of me ready for display, your brother freed me from a very long captivity. As his reward, I gave him the gift of being irresistible, within some very broad limits."

"Who did you say you are?" Sally asked. "Who is she, Deon? What kind of joke are you playing?" There was a touch of anger in her voice, the beginning of hysteria.

"Sally," said the goddess, her voice calming and soothing, "there is no joke; as hard as it is to believe, I am real. My gift to your brother means that no woman can resist his expressed desire or need. When he gave Harry his instructions, what did you feel?"

Sally blinked, remembering her desire to follow Harry and make certain that he followed all of her brother's orders. "I wanted to make Harry do what Deon said."

"Exactly, just as any other woman hearing him would have wanted. And Harry will do as he was told, because your brother's will, when it comes to sex and love, dominates even men, within some narrow limits. 

"You expressed a fear about your performance, which your loving brother attempted to allay, a bit simplistically. He has learned that trying to explain my gift can be problematic. Because of the love the two of you have for each other, I decided to help him. 

"Whenever he expresses a desire, if it is physically possible for his lover to carry it out without harming herself, she will do so; it really is that simple. He said he does not want you to bite his member, therefore, you will not bite." 

She smiled at the teen. "Nor need you worry about children. You will not conceive until you both want a child, and I promise, your children will be bright, beautiful and healthy. Are there any other concerns?" The siblings shook their heads. The goddess smiled.

"Sally, you will need to delay your entering college for a year. Your mother is going to need your help at home."

"Mother? Need my help? For what?"

"She's going to have Gideon's child." And she faded away, like the sunlight at dusk.

Sally looked at her brother, sure that the same stupefied look on his face was mirrored on hers. "Gideon?"

"Don't ask me! You're the one who suggested I fuck Mom. Christ, Sally, until a week ago, I was as much a virgin as you are. Probably more, knowing that son of a bitch you've been dating."

"Deon! How can you...I never let him...not even my boobs, and he tried, often." She giggled. "I think there were a lot of nights he must have gone home and...uh, you know." 

Deon laughed. "You can say it, Sally. I won't be offended, but I doubt if he jacked himself off. More likely, he went down to South Park and picked up some hooker to go down on him."

"You mean, after making out with me, he went and...That son of a whore! Can we go find where he's parked and call the cops on him?" Suddenly, the anger vanished from her face and she broke into a huge smile. "Was-what was her name, Ashtart, Astart? Was she right, if you ask a woman to do something, she can't refuse you?"

"None has yet. Why?"

"Harry has a sister, Jordan, who insists she is going to stay a virgin until she's married, and says she's going to marry some rich old man because of it. Harry used to brag about her and her cherry being his meal ticket. She's always belittling girls she hears about who've been taken advantage of, or who trusted their boyfriends to be faithful and were dumped."

"Taken advantage of?"

"You remember Chrissie Stewart, the black cheerleader?" He nodded. "She was dating Harry and Jordan's little brother, G.W., the fall you went to college. Over Winter break that year, he invited Chrissie to a party,she said. What he didn't tell her was that she was the only girl. It was her and him, and five of his basketball teammates. 

"Before she got suspicious, she said, they put something in her drink. She only remembers getting to the party house and being given a soda. The next thing she remembers is waking up naked on a couch in the basement and seeing the guys, naked, sleeping on chairs and the floor. G.W. was in bed with her, his hand on her pussy. She was all sticky with cum, her vagina, her anal area, breasts, face, hair, everywhere.

"She was able to get out of the house and drove G.W.'s car to the hospital. She told the police what happened. They were able to find traces of roofies in her blood, so the guys were arrested and charged, but the six of them all said she knew about the drug and that sex was going to part of the evening.

"Jordan said she should have known better, a white guy only dates black girls for one reason; that she believed the guys, that Chrissie must have known what was going to happen and afterward worried about her reputation and decided to holler rape. Jordan told her brother's version of the story and teased her, and her friends, so much about it, that Chrissie dropped out of school and moved out of state. Jordan laughed when she heard about it and said it proved she was right.




Astarte Ch. 02



"Do me and the world a favor, fuck Jordan in a way so that everybody knows about it. Only make it look like she wants it bad. Can you do that? Make it my birthday present."

Deon looked at his sister, not responding. In his head, he called, "Astarte, help! Can I do what she's asking? It sounds like a revengeful act, and has the potential to harm the woman."

"You can if you want. The proscription is against physical self harm. If the young woman has been involved in a crime, or secret illicit activities which might mar her reputation, you can ask her to tell the truth about those activities, even thought her confession may have disastrous financial implications for her and her family.

"You may not ask her to do physical harm to herself, such as submitting to poisonous snake bite, or cutting herself, or jumping from a tall building."

Sally had been watching him closely for the second and a half the interchange with Astarte had taken. Deon grinned. "Where can we find the bitch tonight?"

Sally threw her arms around his neck. "Fuck me first, then I'll call some friends who might know. If nothing else, they'll go looking to see which bar she's at tonight and meet us there." Deon nodded and closed in for their beginning kiss.

It was with a great deal of reluctance that Sally let Deon up from their love bed. Even when he suggested Jordan could wait until tomorrow, she shook her head. "It has to be tonight. Harry was going to rape me for my cherry; well, he's gonna get fucked today in ways he never dreamed of."

She found her purse and fished out her smart phone. In seconds, she was tweeting her friends. In five minutes, she knew where Jordan would be that evening. Sally invited them all to join her and her brother later that night at the CW bar where she intended Jordan would receive her comeuppance. She was delighted to hear that Chrissie was visiting friends and would also be there.

When Deon heard where they were to meet Jordan, he was pleased. The bar had a dance floor, and on Fridays, a popular small band provided live music. It also had a couple of small side rooms off the main bar/dance area. When the band was playing, those rooms were often next to vacant, perfect for some semi-public screwing.

He put his arms around his sister, holding her breasts from the back. " We've got a ton of time," he whispered softly, "and I haven't tasted you yet."

Sally felt a light shiver run down her body to center in her quim at his words. "What do you mean?" she asked, knowing the answer, wanting what he was implying.

"Let me show you," he whispered, lightly tonguing her ear. The flood of desire which engulfed Sally made her slump back into Deon's arms.

"Oooohh, yessss," she moaned. "Do it. All of it. Whatever you want, sweetheart. My love. Love me anyway you wish, as much as you want. Whenever you want. I'll always be ready for you."

Deon led his sister back to her bed and sat her down. He pushed her back and positioned pillows so she was comfortable, then spread her legs so he could get to her quim. He knelt on the floor and lifted her legs so they draped over his shoulders, then lowered his face to her lady. Light kisses all around her labia introduced Sally to oral sex. 

The first touch of his lips to her lady's lips generated a sensation unlike anything she had experienced in her young life. When his tongue danced over the area surrounding her vagina and urethra, she thought she was in Heaven, until that same velvet-like organ softly touched down on her nubbin of pleasure. 

It was a small orgasm, fleeting, gone almost before it registered, but it was enough to take her breath away and leave her momentarily drained. By the time she had regained her senses, she was aware of the sideways pressure of her brother's tongue on the walls at the entrance to her shaft. 

She couldn't believe the pleasure the stroking generated. She softly moaned and thrust her hips up, toward the source of pleasure. "More, please, Dee. More," she pleaded.

She tilted her head up off her pillow to look down through her tit valley to see her brother's eyes gazing back at her, full of love and laughter. His tongue left its job of opening her love canal and languidly made its way up to her clitoris. It circled that sensitive nub slowly, gently, for three or four times. 

She saw the devilish grin just before his tongue made direct contact with her clit and its hood. In short salvos of five or six shakes, he rapidly strummed her bud with his tongue, driving her to another, longer, more intense orgasm. 

Her legs closed on Deon's head, pulling him into her crotch as tightly as she was able. Her hips thrust upward, lifting her back from the bed until only her shoulders remained in contact. She was in rigor for nearly ten seconds, quivering with pleasure as his tongue continued to caress her labia and perineum, soothing her, quieting her.

When the rigor broke, she was aware of his hands lowering her to the bed, turning her so she lay in the center. In her after glow she was vaguely aware of him as he lay down beside her, his hands continuing to stroke and sooth her jangled nerves. As soon as she could move, she rolled over onto her brother and impaled herself on his staff. 

"You son of a bitch," she smiled. "Did your goddess teach you that?" When he nodded, she said, "I don't know whether to thank her for the pleasure, or curse her for the addiction. I'm sure I'm going to need you to do that whenever you're within reach."

"If this going to be the result, I'll be happy to oblige," he answered with a grin. He thrust up into her, stimulating her to increase her speed. Soon they were both nearing the tipping point. Deon recognized his signs, and pulled her down to his chest and took control.

Less than a minute later, his hot cream splashing on her inner walls triggered her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. Deon relaxed into the bed, holding her in place. She lay there, mewling softly, satisfied for the moment. 

Several minutes later, she stirred. "We need to get cleaned up and dressed. And we should get something to eat before we go out. If we call Giovanni's, we should be dressed by the time the pizza gets here."

"Sounds good. It's your birthday. Call and order what you want. I'll go start the water and get us towels 'n' stuff." She nodded and bent down for a kiss. 

Sally and Deon met up with Chrissie and her host to join the others at Some Place Else, Jordan and G.W.'s usual Friday night hangout. They walked in and located Sally's friends at the end of the bar nearest the dance floor. They joined the group at the end of a set. 

While they exchanged hello's, hugs and introductions, the band announced a five minute break. Several of the girls pressed Sally for information about what she had planned, but all she would say was, "Wait and see. If it works, it'll be great."

One of the young men in the group asked if she was still dating Harry Pieters. Sally shook her head and asked why. He reported that Harry had been arrested for exposing himself in public, public masturbation and assault with a bodily fluid. Sally just shook her head and made a comment about him not being able to handle rejection. 

Shortly after that, Jordan was seen coming from the ladies room. Walking past the group, she spied Chrissie. "What the fuck is that black whore doing here? Doesn't she know this place is for decent people?" she asked no one in particular, in a loud voice. 

Deon reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. "I'd like it if you kept your voice down, please. Why don't you join us for a drink?"

Jordan immediately dropped her voice to just above a whisper and replied, "Uh, no, I ca...Okay, I guess." She wondered why she had agreed. She recognized Deon. He had been in the class ahead of her, a real dweeb. He handed her a beer, a drink she disliked with a passion. 

"Here," he said, "this one's for you," echoing the ad. "I hope you like it."

"Uh, thank you," she replied, and took a drink. Surprisingly, she thought it tasted good, and drained half the bottle. 

Deon heard the band checking their tuning and waited for the first song to start. It was a slow dance. He turned to Jordan. "Jordan, will you dance with me?"

"Uh, sure, I guess, then I have to get back to my friends. My brother will be worried. He's supposed to chaperon me, so I stay out of trouble," she explained, with a coquettish smile.

"You don't have to worry about me. I don't ask any girl to do anything she doesn't want to do. In fact, mostly, I don't talk to girls, but you're easy to talk to. You're not like your brother at all. Harry was a bit of a bully, always taking what he wanted. How's he doing these days?"

Jordan started to stammer out an answer, but was interrupted when Deon leaned in and said, "For the rest of the night, Jordan, I want you to tell the truth as you know it. Understand." 

With a glazed look in her eyes, the young woman nodded. "When this dance ends, I want you to go into the front room with me. When we get there, I want you to strip us and suck my cock so it's good and hard. Then I want you to fuck me."

She looked at him, wide eyed with alarm. "There's no wa...unnnngh. Oh shit, I want to fuck so bad. What did you put in that beer?"

"There wasn't anything in the beer. Why would you ask that? Do you know someone who drugs girls to screw them?"

She nodded. "My brothers. G.W. did it to that black girl. It was the only way he could get her." Deon nodded. She had confirmed Sally's story. They were quiet the rest of the dance. Deon pulled her close and rested his left hand on her breast while his right dropped down to rest on her ass. Jordan started to protest, but wound up just moving closer to him, wondering why.

The music ended. Deon twirled Jordan and turned her to walk her to the front room. On the way he signaled Sally that it was going to happen. She grinned and alerted her friends that things were progressing.

In the front room, Deon was glad to see only a couple of booths showed signs of occupancy. He led Jordan to the booth furthest from the door and sat her down facing the door, then sat beside her. When she reached for his belt, he said, "You first." A look of alarm sped across her face, quickly replaced by an expression of lust. 

She stood as best she could in the booth and pushed her jeans down over her hips, then sat and pulled her T-shirt over her head, followed by the skirt, then her bra, exposing her C+ sized tits. "Panties now?" she asked. Deon simply nodded. "Christ, I'm horny. I've never felt this horny before. Too bad Pap and Uncle Billy aren't here. Oh oh, forget I said that."

"Why? They like to fuck you?" She nodded reaching for his belt. "Who else uses your hungry twat? Your brothers? Is that why they watch over you so much?" She nodded again.

"Sometimes, all four of them will get me and Ma in the living room and double team each of us until they've all come in all our holes. Omigod, what's this. Shit, I thought Pap was big. I'm not sure you can get this in me."

"It'll go in because I want to fuck you to the biggest orgasm you've ever had. I want you to come so hard, you scream with pleasure. Now show me how good your Pap taught you to suck."

She bent down and licked the head of his prick. "Wasn't Pap; 'twas Ma. She had me practice on Uncle Bill while Pap was in my ass." She slid her mouth down his shaft until he felt his rod hit the back of her throat. She increased her suction and pulled back, her tongue pressing him against the roof of her mouth. 

Just before his crown slipped out of her mouth, she released her suction and took a breath, then started back down his shaft. Just as he began to feel pressure on his crown, she bobbed her head and he felt his cock start down her throat. It was his turn to moan. 

"Dammit, girl. You could have a career in porn films, sucking cock like that."

She pulled back and looked at him, eyes wide, filled with hunger. "You think? Really?"

"Let's see how good you are at fucking; I'm ready. You can come whenever you can, but when you feel me come in you, you will have such a hard climax, you'll scream with pleasure, whether it's in your pussy or your ass. Understand?"

Deon pulled her from the booth and had her lean on a nearby table. When he entered her clean--shaven pussy, he was amazed at how wet she was. He shoved his belly up against her ass. 

"Jordan, while we're fucking, I want you to remember that you didn't want to do this, certainly not here in public; after all you have a reputation to uphold for being a virgin, right? Still, this is going to be the best screwing you've ever had.

"If I ask you about your family, I want the truth. Okay?" The pretty young woman just moaned in response. 

"Shut up and fuck me, you bastard. You got me all hot; now satisfy me. Unngh! God! Dammit! Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" she screamed as her first orgasm rolled over her.

In the bar, Sally heard the scream and immediately felt herself moisten. She fished her camera from her purse, and motioned her friends to follow her. When they got to the front room, the odor of sex permeated the air. Jordan was in position for a perfect profile shot, with Deon clearly engaged in sex with her. Sally quickly shot a half dozen shots, Jordan easily identifiable. 

The crowd's laughter attracted several of the patrons from the bar. News of what was happening quickly spread and the front room was soon full to capacity, the onlookers hooting and cheering, several asking when it was their turn. There was a small disturbance as one individual roughly pushed his way to the front row. "Godammit, let me through. Somebody said it was Jordan in there! Let me in!"

Deon looked up just as the source of the disturbance broke through the front line. "Hey, G.W., you put on some inches since I saw you last. How you doing?"

"You bitchin' pile of crap! You're fucking my sister! Out in public where everyone can see." he screamed, sobbing, tears running down his face.

"Well, yeah, that's what she wanted, isn't that right, Jordan?" 

"Yes...no...I don't know; I just know I needed to get fucked bad!" She looked up at her brother. "Come here, G.W.; let me suck your cock so I don't scream again. Oh, god, I'm gonna come again. G.W., get over...Aaarrrrghhhh! Fuck! Me! Cocksucker! Bastard! ooohhhh noooo! Uuunnnghhh! Yessssss......" and she gave way, falling to the table on her arms, senseless. 

G.w. started to run to his sister. "Wait, G.W.! Before you can come here, you have to agree to some conditions. I want you to truthfully answer any question I put to you tonight. Agree?" G.W. nodded. "Out loud, kid"

"Okay! Yes, I agree. Is she alright? She's never passed out from fukkin' before." A snicker ran through the crowd as they grasped the significance of the remark.

"Okay, you can tend to her now. Why don't you take my place? She tells me it won't be the first time you've been in her. Tell me about you and Chrissie Stewart." The eighteen year-old stepped up behind his sister and slipped his five inch cock into her gaping quim.

"That black bitch! I never met such a stuck up cunt. We dated a half dozen times over a two month period, I guess. She wouldn't even let me feel her boobs. Said she was saving herself. Don't know who for; there aren't any other black families around. My brother Harry suggested the party and the roofies. He said be sure to get it into her first drink; that way she won't notice the taste difference."

"So the story you guys told about her knowing about the drug was a lie? Did the other guys know?"

"No, they thought they were telling the truth. Wusses! They weren't going to do her until I fucked her up the ass to show them she wasn't going to wake up any time soon."

"But they all did?"

"Yeah, they all did, in all her holes. Then we all jacked off all over her face and tits. Shit, my cock was so sore I could barely piss the next day." Suddenly he felt his nuts tighten. "Damn, I'm gonna come."

"No, you won't, not 'til I say so." Deon accepted a beer from Sally and took a drink. "You and your family. How many are there living in your house?"

"Just me, Jordan, Harry, Pap, Ma and Uncle Billy. Why?"

"Is it true all you guys screw both the women?"

Billy turned red with anger and embarrassment. "Yeah! So!"

"Just curious. How is it, fucking your Ma?" There was a gasp from the crowd as they waited for the answer.

"What business is that...oooow, I'm hurtin', let me come, please," he pleaded, bending over his still unconscious sister.

"Some more questions first. Your Ma?"

"It's okay, I guess. I prefer Jordie, she's tighter. Pap and Billy been fucking Ma since she was a girl, 'n' she's 'bout worn out. She's only 15 years older'n Harry, ya know."

"You said Harry suggested using roofies on Chrissie. Did he get them for you?"

"No, Pap made it for me. He's got a meth lab set up out on the crick in the woods. He and Uncle Billy rigged up a water wheel for power so's the cops wouldn't get 'spicious, ya know." Deon looked at the crowd. Some of the guys were rubbing their crotches; some were unzipping. He saw a pair of deputy sheriffs at the back. 

"Okay, G.W., you can climax now. Then there's a police car waiting with your buddies out front. There were a couple of sheriff's deputies listening to your account of Chrissie's rape and your dad's lab. 

"Your best bet will be to confess and cooperate with them in regard to your dad. Maybe you'll get out of prison before you're 35." As he spoke, the crowd rapidly dispersed.

G.W.'s face went ashen. Suddenly, he doubled over his sister's back and his hips started thrusting into her as his seed sprayed into her love canal. He groaned in pain as the sperm laden fluid forced its way through the muscles which had been holding it back. 

The sensation of the hot cream on her inner walls roused Jordan. Her hips mimicked G.W.'s, pounding back into his abdomen. As they collided, his nut sack swung forward and bounced off her vulva, sending small waves of pain through his seed delivery system, cancelling any pleasure he might have felt from his climax.

A deputy came in to lead G.W. away. A second deputy, a friend of Deon's, started to gather Jordan's clothes, to take her with them. Deon stopped him. "I don't think that will be necessary, Bobby. I doubt if anyone will complain about what she did here tonight. If they do, you know where to find her. What are you guys doing here?"

The deputy looked at her, then at him. He shrugged. "You're probably right. Two miles down the road, in the next county, they can see that and worse every night. When the barkeep heard what was going on, he called. Didn't want it to turn into a gangbang.

"Thanks for the info on the meth lab. Did you know about that before you started questioning him? How'd this get started anyway?"

"No, that was pure serendipity. I suspected the roofies were homemade, just because I know Harry's too cheap to spend the street price. I heard they picked him up for indecent exposure and behavior?" Deon ignored the deputy's last question. 

"Yeah, he's claiming you made him do it."

"Me? And what army? Christ, I can't even make my little sister do what I tell her to do." The deputy laughed, nodding.

"Understand, still there'll be an officer around to talk to you sometime to check out his story. Well, I better get this load downtown. Stay safe, Gideon."

"You, too, Bobby."

Sally came up and took Deon's arm. "Wow, thank you. That was better than I expected. Did you know all that was going to happen?"

"Not all. I suspected a lot of it before we got here, and Jordan told me more." He turned to look at her. "What's up?"

"Do you remember Mary Green, from my class? She used to come over and study Latin with me sometimes."

"Yeah, short dark hair, bangs, glasses, tall, a little heavy, curvy-like."




Astarte Ch. 02



"Mmhmm, you do remember. She'll be tickled pink. She was here, watching you with Jordan tonight. I remember when she came over to study, she was always watching you. I think there was a bit of a crush there. 

"Anyhow, she wanted me to ask you if you'd be her first. She's going to Paris to study at a cooking school, and wants to lose her cherry before she leaves, and doesn't know anybody else she wants to give it to."

"How do you feel about that?" He looked at her, holding her eyes with his.

She blushed. "I think I'd like you to do it, so I could watch you with her. Seeing you with Jordan was a turn on, but I think most of that was seeing her get what she had coming."

"What would you think about a threesome with Mary?"

"A threesome? You mean you'd make love to both of us at the same time? Oh! That'd be...mmm. Dammit, Dee, I feel like I wet my panties. Can we do it tonight?"

"Better ask Mary. She might not want to do it in front of someone."

"She will if you ask her to, won't she?"

She'd do it, but, like Jordan, she wouldn't like it, even though she consented. Go tell her I said yes, but as part of a threesome. Don't tell her who unless she asks, and don't let anyone else hear. 

"I need to talk to Jordan right now, to do some damage control." While Sally went off to talk to her friend, Deon walked back into the front room to find Jordan.

Her blouse and jeans were where the deputy had dropped them. Deon picked them up and looked around for the young redhead. She was hunkered down in the front booth, silently sobbing, tears running down her face. He sat across from her, placing the clothes on the table. She looked up at him, a look of pain in her eyes.

"Damn you," she said. "I don't know whether to love you or hate you."

"You don't have to do either, but why?"

"You've exposed and ruined my family, not to mention my plans to marry rich. Pap, Uncle Billy and G.W. are probably all going to prison for a long time, leaving me and Ma on our own, and neither of us know shit about working." 

Her voice was flat, nearly devoid of any emotion, especially the anger one would expect. She reached for her jeans and searched unsuccessfully for a handkerchief in the pockets. "Piss on it! You got a handkerchief?" she demanded. Deon pulled his from his hip pocket and handed it to her.

After she blew and wiped her nose, she started to hand it back, but pulled it back before he could accept it. "I'll wash it and send it to you," she said. "And that's part of the other. You said it would be the best time I ever had, and it was. I've never felt like that before. But it was only part of it. 

"I remember you from school. Do you remember? We were in the same room until the fifth grade. I was held back then. Pap and Billy started messing with me that year, when my period started. When I got to high school, you were one of the few people who were nice to me at first." 

She giggled. "You were a bit of a...uh, nerdy geek, but still kind of cute. You seemed to recognize me, and always nodded hello. And once, when I dropped my books and papers, you were the only one who stopped to help, even though it made you late to class." She looked down at the table and seemed to realize she was still naked. Pulling her clothes to her, she continued.

"I know Sally is good friends with Chrissie, and in spite of how I acted at the time, I really felt sorry about what happened to her, but G.W. is my brother. That's what tonight was about, isn't it?" He nodded. 

"Just because Sally asked for your help, right. If I asked either of my brothers to screw the prettiest girl in town because she hurt a friend of mine, they'd want to get paid." She had pulled on her jeans and was pulling her T-shirt over her head. 

"I envy Sally, having you for a brother." She paused, looking at him. "I don't suppose anything like tonight will ever happen again, will it? That's too bad. Why did you come back?"

"To check on you, to be sure you were okay. As okay as possible, anyway." he smiled briefly. "I didn't have any idea about the meth lab, but kind of had an idea of the rest of it. I'd heard Harry bragging about his exploits with you and your mother the summer I graduated. 

"You're right. The men in your family will probably all go to jail. If you know where your dad and uncle hid their money, you should grab some of it for your ma and you, then move out of state, go someplace where you're not known.

"You're both young enough and pretty enough; waitressing isn't easy, but for someone as attractive as you two, it would pay enough to live on. You could go to school, learn a trade or get a degree..."

"Damn you! Stop being nice! I don't want to like you," she hissed, then sobbed. She waved her hand in front of her face. "I didn't mean that. Dammit, Gideon! If this table weren't between us, I'd be fucking you again, right now." She took a deep breath and looked away.

"You're right. Ma and I need to get out of here. I know where some of the money is. That was good advice. Thank you." She looked back at him. "And for the other, too. I won't forget that. Maybe, someday we can do it again, so we can both enjoy it."

Deon grinned. "Maybe. That'd be nice." He reached across the table and, with his thumb, wiped away a tear. Then, wrapping his hand around her head, pulled her face to the middle of the table and leaned in for a soft kiss, accompanied by a brief tongue caress across her lips.

"Bastard," she said, with a tearful smile.

As he left the front room, he heard Astarte in his head, "Oh, Gideon. Everything you do just makes me love you more. She's right, you are too nice. But don't change."

"Thank you, Astarte. Watch over her. She's been fucked over, literally and figuratively, by people who were supposed to love her, her whole life. She's not a bed person, basically. She's just been taught to be bad. Find her someone who'll really care about her."

"Someone like you, you mean."

He caught up with his sister and her friend in the parking lot. "Hey, Mary, how are you?" he asked, giving her a brief hug. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 

There seemed to be an aura around the young man in front of her. The brief hug, the expression in his eyes, his carriage, it all combined to have an effect on her she had heard about, but never experienced-her quim opened, and moistened; her knees felt weak, her mouth, dry. She felt like she'd climax if he touched her again. She nodded, weakly, looking first at him, then to her friend.

Sally was in no better shape. She suddenly wanted her brother so much she could taste it. "Get us home in a hurry, Dee. Or you'll have the two of us melted in a big puddle right here." 

Mary nodded. "Please," she whimpered.

Deon looked at his sister. "Does she know?" Sally nodded. He opened the door to the back seat. "Sally," he said, indicating she should get in. When she was in place, he did the same with the front passenger door for Mary. 

He got in the driver's seat and leaned over to pull Mary into a hug. "Whatever happens tonight, I want you to just go along with me. Can you do that?" he whispered to her, lightly kissing her ear.

She moaned softly and he felt her stiffen in his arms and quiver. When she relaxed, she took a deep breath and said, softly, "I don't care what else you do, or who, just promise me you'll have me first, and last." She pulled back to look him in the face. "All of me, please"

"All, as in..."

"Everywhere. Please. When I get to school, I don't want to be any kind of virgin."

Fifteen minutes later he was leading the girls up the stairs to his bedroom. "Astarte, please give me the stamina to make this good for both of them. Mary, for the trust she has put in me, and Sally, for her generosity on a day that is supposed to be focused on her."

He heard her reply, "Your member will be rampant whenever you need it to be, young master, and will discharge your seed whenever you will it. Both of your partners tonight will be well satisfied, as will you. I promise."

At the door to his room, he stopped. "Sally, you two go on in and strip each other. I'm going down to see if I can find us a bottle of wine to share while we make love." Sally flashed him a big smile; Mary, a small, shy one.

When he got back, the girls were on the bed, naked, kissing. Sally had evidently taken the initiative; her hand was lightly stroking Mary's breasts, while Mary had her hands wrapped in Sally's blonde curls, holding her face firmly in place while Mary reamed her mouth with a naive tongue. 

It wasn't that Mary was unattractive; she was irredeemably plain, burdened with a haircut designed to disguise any attractive feature she might have had. When Gideon had described her as curvy, he was right. Her chest and hips measured the same, 38 inches; her waist was substantially less at 29 inches. 

The problem was her bust, around the nipples, she was 38 inches, but around her chest at the base of her breasts, 36 and a half inches. That translated to a generous A sized boob, or as the ad men say, barely B. 

She was tall, for a girl, on the large size, not very pretty, and smart. A fatal combination for any kind of social life in her small suburban high school. From what Deon could see, she was also hungry for sex. He set the sherry he had found on his dresser and joined the girls on the bed after stripping.

Mary blushed when she looked to see what made the bed move. Whether it was from being caught making out with another girl, or from seeing his rampant prick, she didn't say. She just moved down the bed to engage him in an aggressive liplock. 

As her tongue invaded his mouth she leaned back and fell on the bed, pulling him with her. "Now," she growled and pulled his cock to her untried quim, wet enough to float a ship.

Deon entered her and was at her barrier before he realized it. He felt her wince and then her legs were around his hips and she pulled him the rest of the way, moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck me, Gideon. Fuck me like you fucked Jordan. Make me scream like she did, so I can announce to this fucking town that Mary Green is not the virtuous miss prissy they all think I am. Make me a slut for you tonight, Gideon. Fuck the living shit out me, now!"

Deon slowly pulled his prick back until just the head was buried in Mary's slit, then quickly pushed it back in, and repeated the cycle about a half dozen times. Then he reversed the action, rapidly withdrawing and slowly reentering. 

Mary was moaning throughout the process, her hips bouncing on the bed, out of her control. When he bottomed out in her on the last stroke, she had her first penile-related climax. Her arms and legs enclosed him in a vise-like grip and her hips became a blur as she humped his prick like a dog humps a leg.

Deon was supporting himself on his elbows, not moving. Mary's head was thrown back, her eyes wide open, unseeing; her mouth open in a silent scream. In a few seconds, she went limp and relaxed on the bed, still holding Deon. It took her several seconds to catch her breath. 

"Omigod! Omigod. Oh, shit. Is it always like this, Sally? I didn't want it to stop, and was afraid it wouldn't. I know that sounds awfully cliche', but it's the truth. Please don't tell me my first time is going to be my best time. That's not how it's supposed to be. Everything I've read said it is just supposed to get better. Please, Deon."

"I don't know what your future lovers will be like, Mary, but maybe this isn't our only time. When do you leave for Paris?"

"Around the middle of November; why?"

"When I get back to the University Monday, I have to find an apartment. Sally is going to live with me, so we both save dorm fees. You could visit her, help her move in, come up for Orientation weekend to spend with us," he suggested, nuzzling her dark brown puffy nipples. "Sound like a plan?" he asked, taking a nipple into his mouth and starting to move his hips in and out.

"Oh, god! Yessss," she hissed as she rapidly climbed the mountain of arousal and sailed over the orgasm precipice. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!! Oooommmiiiii goooooood!" she wailed as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her limp, feeling wasted. She fell back on the bed, her legs spread wide, arms at her sides. In seconds, she was asleep.

Deon pulled out of the unconscious woman and looked at his sister. She sat, cross-legged on the bed beside them, one hand squeezing her breast, the other busy frigging her clit. She met his eyes, an expression of fear and desire in hers. 

"Damn, Dee! What did you do to her? I know of three girls you've had, and all of us have had the same result-we pass out after climaxing. None of my friends ever mentioned that. And you didn't come in Mary. Or Jordan, either," she said, thoughtfully. 

She lost her train of thought as her brother lips covered hers and coaxed them open with his tongue. He pushed her back on the bed and pushed her knees back so they rested on her breasts. Without breaking the kiss, he entered her slowly, achingly slowly.  

By the time their pubes meshed, Sally was nearly at the point of climaxing. "You son of a bitch," she laughed. "For someone who was still a virgin a week ago, you seem to know an awful lot about screwing. I'm going to have talk to that goddess of yours about playing fair. Unnnnnghhh! Oh god, Gideon! I'mmmm commmmmmmmmmmm...!" she screamed and copied her friend, passing out in his arms.

Gideon looked at the two teens and shook his head, smiling. From behind him, he heard Astarte. "I told you they would be satisfied with your performance tonight." He turned and gasped. Astarte stood at the foot of the bed, totally nude.

"Y...y...you also said I would be," he managed to get out.

If it was possible, her smile grew even broader. "Tonight, that's my job," she said, taking his hand and leading him to Sally's room.



Astarte Ch. 03



Deon uses mind control on his mother to get her to accept the relationship with his sister; begins to seduce Mom. Not a lot of overt sex, but sets stage for bang-up threesome. Votes and comments welcome. Jb7

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"Deon! What are you...Stop it now! Deon! You shouldn't ...oh, oh Deon, don't... stop it this instant! Deo...n; oh, baby what are you doing to me? Don't...stop...oh, noooo; oh, baby, no. you're going to make me...ooooohhhhh, nooooo! What are you...Oh, god, Deon! Nooo...oh Yessssss, harder...faster! Yessss! Like that, baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssss! That's it, baby! Like that! Come on...come in your momma! Give me a baby...your baby...our baby! Do it! Come on; that's it, come on, come in me! Let me feel you come...let me feel your cum! Go, baby, go! Yesssssss; mmm, yes, baby, you did good. Momma's happy. Your Momma loves you, baby."

Two weeks ago, Deon had awakened his sister's friend, Mary, by gently lapping at her labia with his tongue. Barely able to open her eyes, she had complained, "Mmmm, I'll give you a month to stop that, whoever you are."

"Only a month? I'm insulted," Deon laughed. Moving up her body he thrust his pussy juice coated tongue into her mouth, ignoring her stale morning breath. 

Before she had time to think about what was happening to her, she felt him enter her barely used pussy and begin the eternal mating dance. "Good God! Are you two at it already?" she heard from the bed beside her. She turned her head and saw Sally leaning on her elbow, hair tousled from sleep and sex last night, she assumed.

"Morning, sleepy," Mary said. "Your brother decided to wake me up with a very nice kiss, then he started this. Oh, oh," she said, her eyes growing wide. "Uhh, Gideon, you need to stop or there's going to be a disaster I don't want to think about cleaning up after." With a short laugh, Deon pulled out of the recent virgin and rolled off to the center of the bed. Mary got up and hurried to the bathroom, small explosions of gas following her.

Laughing, he turned to face his sister. "Forget it," she said. "I have to follow her when she comes back. My bladder needs a ton of relief."

"There's the master bath in Mom's room," he pointed out. Her face lit up with a smile. Giving him a brief peck on the lips she jumped out of bed and ran to her mother's room. Before the flush was finished, she was back in Deon's room, impaled on his rampant prick.

Mary finished her business and the associated clean up. She had just passed Sally's room, on her way back, when she spied Kate coming up the stairs. Kate had caught an early flight, hoping to get home to celebrate her daughter's eighteenth birthday with her today. She had been able to take advantage of a cancellation on a flight which got her home five hours earlier than her scheduled flight; eight AM instead of one PM.

Kate was shocked, not to see Mary; she had stayed over with Sally many times, but to see her nude, knowing her son was home. She greeted the teenager, "Good morning, Mary. Are Deon and Sally around?"

Not knowing what to say, Mary glanced at Deon's open door, through which she could plainly hear the sounds of working bedsprings. Her glance called Kate's attention to the sounds coming from her son's room. She walked into the room just ahead of Mary, and stopped, two steps into the room. 

She saw her children, both fully nude, obviously totally engaged in the activity called the double-backed beast. From the sudden cessation of movement and mutual groans, she correctly surmised it had reached the point of culmination. Without a word, she turned and brushed past Mary, leaving the three youngsters to their activities.

Mary hurried into the room and found her clothes from last night and rapidly pulled them on. When her friends became aware of her and what she was doing, Sally asked,"You leaving? How come?"

"Your mom's home, 'n' she saw you."

"Saw us?"

"She was just in here, and saw you as you were coming, I think. Then she just turned and left the room. I think I hear her in the kitchen." "Shit," erupted Deon. "I better go down and talk to her; try to explain." Before either of the two girls could react, he was out the door and down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen. "Mom," he started. 

"I'm not going to talk about it until Sally comes down," she said, not turning around.

"I can..."

"Not until Sally's down." Kate turned to look at her son, barely registering his nudeness. "Then we will sit down and discuss it calmly, like the adults you obviously think you are." She suddenly noticed his state of undress. "And, for god's sake, go put some clothes on. Where in hell do you think you are? Your dorm?"

Deon looked down at himself, suddenly realizing his condition. "Oh, Christ! I'm sorry, Mom; I forgot." He turned and hurried back upstairs. "Astarte! Help!"

Back in the kitchen, Kate groped for a chair and sat down, her knees suddenly weak. Up in Deon's bedroom, when she had first seen her children copulating, she had been shocked to realize her reaction was not anger or dismay, but envy. For that reason, she had not wanted to turn and confront Deon alone when he had come to the kitchen. And when she had turned and seen him standing there, naked, it had taken all her strength to stand still.

"Dammit, Kate Davies, what in hell is wrong with you? He's your son, for shit sake! It's not like you're a sex deprived hermit. You can call on any of a half dozen men for a one nighter or a month's worth of lays; so, stop it," she scolded her self. Then she thought about the sight Deon had presented when she turned to confront him. 

He seemed taller, more fit than she had remembered from when he had been home last month. And his sex organ! Even flaccid, it was over six inches. From watching him with Sally, she guessed it was easily eight or nine inches long. Thinking about him elicited a small moan and a feeling like she had to climax.

She started to reach for her quim when she heard steps hurrying down the stairs. A few seconds later she saw Mary run out the front door. She wondered if he had had sex with her, too. Remembering how she was dressed in the hallway, and was obviously on her way to his room, she laughed at herself for doubting it. She remembered his answer when she asked what he had been up to when he had called her back earlier in the week. What had happened to the shy son she had raised? There was certainly no sign of him now.

She heard voices approaching from upstairs and went back into the kitchen to check on the coffee. She was sure they would need lots of it to get through the conversation ahead.

On his way upstairs to get dressed, Deon had called on Astarte for help; what kind, he wasn't sure. He knew he and Sally were in it deep, and he had no idea how to get his mother to accept their relationship. What he did know, neither of them was in any sort of hurry to discontinue what they had started.

Astarte answered him with a light laugh in her voice. "Deon, you called?"

"Astarte! This isn't funny! Mom sounds like she's ready to kick Sally and me out of her life. I thought you said the women in my family were a sure thing, and that Mom was going to have my baby."

"I did, and she is. I didn't say it was going to be easy. If you want, you can turn around and go back to her, and force her like you did Jordan and Amanda. However, your culture's proscription against incest is so strong she may resent you, and condemn herself for yielding to her hunger, as she would see it.

"You and Sally need to convince your mother that you truly love each other as much as you do. If you can, use your power to convince her, but avoid trying to seduce her until she has come to terms with herself about you and Sally. 

"One of the things which is upsetting her is that she wasn't angry when she saw you two together. She was jealous of Sally and Mary. Right now she is downstairs fighting her attraction to you. Get her to acknowledge it to herself, but don't take advantage of it. In a few weeks, she will come to you. She will still resist you, but she will yield and her love for you will be boundless.

"And before you ask, it will do no good to tell her about me just yet. Explain your recent successes with the improvement in your fitness, and with your new ability to mesmerize people. Offer to show her, demonstrate on her. I'll be watching. As long as you're on the right track, I'll be quiet.

"Have Sally and Mary forget about me, too, unless they are alone with you."

By that time he was at his bedroom door. He walked back in and found the girls dressed, waiting on his bed. "Well," he began.

"A very deep subject," said Sally, with a straight face. Mary giggled. Deon conquered his smile and frowned.

"She's not furious, but she won't talk until you and I are both downstairs, Sally. 

"Mary, you should probably leave before she decides she wants to know how you fit into last night. I want you to forget Sally was with us, and about any unnatural powers you might think I have, unless you are alone with one of us." Mary nodded and stood up, then moved to him to give him a hug.

"I'll come up with Mary for Orientation, to finish my deflowering," she said with a smile; "even if she can't come." The two siblings grinned and nodded. She turned and gave Sally a hug. "Maybe some evening you could come over and finish the girly parts we didn't get to explore?" Sally's grin got wider as she nodded. "See you both soon, I hope," she whispered, slipping out the door.

When Mary was gone, Deon turned to Sally and told her, "I want you to forget about Astarte, too, except when we're alone. It'll be best if the world doesn't know about her and me."

"So, we're not going to tell Mom. How are we going to explain what happened at the bar last night?"

"Nothing happened. Some folks saw Jordan and I doing a suggestive dance and misinterpreted it. I was able to hypnotize G.W. and got him to confess about Chrissie and to tell the sheriffs about his dad's lab. Mary had just made up her mind about losing her virginity, and asked you if you knew someone who would be willing to help her."

"What about us?"

"I walked in on Harry trying to force you. After he was persuaded that raping you wasn't a good idea, I told him to go someplace and jack off. The emotions left over from the rescue moved us to make love, and we realized how we have felt about each other for so long."

He had been dressing as they talked, and was now presentable. "Well, we better go down and face the music. Don't worry; maybe not today, but she will eventually accept the fact that we are in love, and want to be together."

Sally nodded. "I know, it's just..." Deon nodded and kissed her. 

"Yep, it sure is." And they both laughed. Holding hands, they descended the stairs and made their way to the kitchen.

Kate was sitting at the kitchen table; coffee for each of them poured and waiting. She was leaning on the table, her head in her hands. She heard them coming through the dining room and looked up to see them enter the room, holding hands. She sighed, and made her decision.

"I'm sure there is an explanation for this situation, and I am anxious to hear it, but first, I have some questions. Gideon, how do you feel about your sister?" The brother and sister sat down at the table, side by side.

"Wha...how can you..." he stopped, seeing the serious look on his mother's face. "I love her, as a sister, as a friend, a woman, a person. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to make her happy."

"Even leave her?"

He hesitated, "Yes, if that is what would make her truly happy; if it was the best thing to do for her."

"Sally?" "Yes, Mom?"

"Same question, how do you..."

"And the same answer, I love him with all my being, and have as long as I can remember."

"How long have you two been...intimate?"

Deon answered, "Fully physically intimate? We made love the first time yesterday afternoon. It was the first time we've touched each other except for our brief hello and goodbye hugs since I was eighteen. We've always shared secrets and feelings with each other, like good friends."

"What are your plans?"

"We were thinking that we could rent an apartment together when she comes up to school this fall. It would save us, you, a lot of money. Up there, we'd be just another couple living together. Students from here wouldn't think it weird, just a brother and sister sharing space to save money." He paused, and cocked his head. 

"In fact, Mom, we'd like it if you'd think about moving up to Santa Angelo, too. Almost all of your business comes to you over the internet, so that won't be a problem. And it has a busier airport, with more flights available, so transportation won't be a problem. You could probably keep the same 800 phone number; and," he paused, "you could keep an eye on us."

"You're asking me to sanction your incest. For permission to flaunt it front of me. I'm sorry, I can't do that right now. You are both, at least nominally, adults and free to pursue whom you choose. Society, religion, and law, they would all condemn you for what you are doing, but," she hesitated briefly, "you are my children, and while I can't accept your behavior, I will tolerate it, and hope you come to your senses soon." 

She took a deep breath. "Did something happen to set this in motion, and how does Mary fit in the picture?"

Sally started with her story of how she met Harry and of his attack the previous afternoon. From there the story went on as Deon had outlined it upstairs before they had come down to talk to Kate.

"You hypnotized G.W.? Against his will? I didn't think that was possible. That still doesn't answer my question about Mary."

Sally answered. "We were just coming to that. You know she's going to Paris to study to be a private chef. Well, she was still a virgin, and has always had a bit of a crush on Deon. When she saw him in action with G.W., she asked me to ask him if he'd, uh, help her out with, uh..."

"I get the picture, Sally. So, Deon, how did you hypnotize G.W., and when did you learn how?"

"It's not that hard, Mom, really. There are dozens of sites on the internet that tell you how. Last summer G.W. was in need of some money, so I convinced him to let me practice on him. I think he was surprised when it worked. I figured he was going to try to fake it and get away with the money, so I used a stage hypnotist method, then gave him a trigger word. Noone last night knew it but he was in a trance when he confessed."

"And you can really do that?" 

Deon thought for a quick five seconds. "Yes, I can. If you'll let me, I'd like to show you."

It was the mildest controlling statement he could use, but it worked. Thinking it was against her better judgment Kate heard herself agreeing, but wanted to know in advance what he was going to do to her, 

"I'll do the same thing I did to G.W. I'll have you stand up and tense every muscle in your body and hold it until I tell you to relax; when you relax, you will go into a trance, capable only of hearing my voice. To prove you were hypnotized, I will give you a suggestion to do something you would not ordinarily do, but which you have no great objection to doing. Okay?"

"That really works? It looks so fake when they do it onstage. Okay, how do we start?"

"Stand up. Now, I want you to tense every muscle you can control, as tense as you can. Hold it until I tell you to relax. That's good," he said when she was rigid as a board." He walked around her, obviously inspecting her. When he was in front of her, he locked eyes with her and continued.

"When I tell you to, I want you to totally relax and go into a trance so that you are completely unaware of everything but my voice. On three, ready? One--two--three!" Kate collapsed into his arms. "Can you hear me, Mother. You can speak."

"Yes, Gideon, I can hear you," she mumbled.

"I am going to bring you out of the trance. When you are awake, whenever I, and only I, say the word trance to you, you will go into an even deeper trance. Do you understand? Nod your head if you understand." He was pleased to see her nod. "When I say wake, you will wake up feeling happy and well. On three, one--two--wake!"

Kate shook her head as if she were just getting up, and looked around. She seemed surprised to find herself sitting. She looked at her children, puzzled. "Trance," commanded Deon. Her eyes closed and she slumped to the table.

Deon went to her and pulled her to an upright sitting position. "Mother, can you hear me?" She nodded. "Look around. You are in a professional building, in a hallway. Is that right?" She nodded again. "Do you see the elevators?" Nod. "Get in the open one and press the button for the lowest level." He and Sally watched as she reached out and pressed the imaginary button. "Count the floors as you go down. There should be five of them. As you go down in the elevator, your trance will deepen, and at the bottom, you will be in your deepest possible trance. Do you understand?" 

She nodded and began to count slowly, "Five--four--three--two-- one."

"Very good, mother. Remember, when Sally and I were little, until I was nine or ten, you would take us swimming at a farm pond you knew about, in the woods where we could all go skinny dipping, and how much you enjoyed being nude?" he asked, implanting a false memory. "Then, when I started into puberty, we had to stop doing that, but you still enjoy being nude around the house.

"We couldn't practice casual nudity at home because you thought it wasn't right that Sally and I be exposed to each other, but now, since we are lovers, there isn't any reason to not be nude at home, is there? When I waken you this time, without being told, you will take off your clothes and explain doing so based on what I just explained." He began to strip and signaled Sally to do the same. 

"When you awaken, you will feel light hearted and happy. You will not notice that Sally and I are nude until you have removed all your clothing. When you are nude, you will gather your clothes and take them to your room. On your way out of the kitchen, you will stop and give me a lover's kiss. You will awaken on the count of five. Five, four, starting to come awake; three, two, practically awake, one, wide awake now." 

Her children watched, amazed, as Kate Davies carried out her son's instructions. It was not until she picked up her clothes, she noticed they were also nude. "I'm glad to see you both agree with me," she observed. Passing Deon, she stopped and leaned down to kiss him full on the lips, and surprised him with her tongue as it slipped between their lips. "Mmm," she moaned. "That should be enough of that, or that might be war in the house."

Sally grinned, knowing well the effect Deon's kisses could have. "I'm willing to share, Mom, but I won't give him up."

"Share, huh? Do you think there might be enough to go around?"

"Well, he wore out two very horny eighteen year-olds last night."

Kate laughed. "We'll have to..." She was interrupted by the door bell. She looked through the living room window, to the curb. A sheriff's car was at the curb. "Shit, what do they want?"

"Harry Pieters is claiming I made him drive downtown and masturbate in public. Bob Williams, my friend who is a deputy, told me last night. You go on, Mom; I'll handle it. Sally, you go get dressed, too." Deon had pulled on his shirt and shorts, and headed to the door.

He waited until the women were out of sight, and then opened the door. It was Bobby, his friend. "Hey, Bobby, you got the unpleasant task of dealing with Harry's story?"

"Yeah, his and G.W.'s. They are both complaining that you put them under some kind of spell; sort of hypnotized them into performing the acts they're being charged with."

"Like I said last night, Bobby, me and what army? G.W. confessed in front of a crowd. Did any of them see me put him under a spell? He was concerned that his sister's reputation was being ruined. I just made him agree to tell the truth before he could tend to her. 




Astarte Ch. 03



"As for Harry, when I got home yesterday, I interrupted him attempting to force Sally into having sex with him. When he looked back to talk to me, she had the opportunity to get free and kicked him in the balls, then, the ass. I tied his clothes up in knots and threw them out on the lawn, then we told him to take his cock someplace and beat himself off, just keep away from our family. 

"If that's casting a spell, I guess I'm guilty, but that's all I did."

"Is Sally around, so she can corroborate your story?"

Deon looked at him, as if considering. Then he walked to the stairs and called his sister. "Sally, Bob Williams, from the Sheriff's Department is here. He wants to ask you some questions about Harry yesterday."

"Why?" she asked, coming downstairs. "What's the bastard saying?"

"Was he here, yesterday, Sally?" the deputy wanted to know.

"Unfortunately. He followed me home from my work and pushed his way into the house. He tried to force his way into me, but Deon interrupted him. I broke free and kicked him in his...testicles. Then I kicked his a...butt. Deon took his clothes and threw them outside somewhere. Then he came back and told the son of a bitch to go someplace and satisfy himself and to stay away from me."

The deputy smiled inwardly at her attempts to control her language. "Deon didn't tell him to aim his penis at a policeman and ejaculate on him?" 

"Harry did that?" Sally laughed. "I'm sorry; I didn't think that was possible. I mean how could Deon know when a policeman was going to be there? And I doubt Harry could hold it back very long; although, he did wait to try to rape me for six weeks. That's how long we dated. He told me now I was eighteen and legal, he didn't have to wait anymore."

"So he came here with the intention of raping you?"

"I guess. He's certainly never asked me if I wanted to have sex with him."

"Well, we all thought their stories were a bit far-fetched. Okay, Sally, thank you. 

"Deon, how long are you going to be around, in case there are more questions?"

"I have a noon class Monday, so I'll probably leave around seven, seven-thirty, Monday AM."

"You're up at San' Angelo? Where can we reach you?"

"Easiest place, MWF evenings from four 'til twelve, I'm usually at the Mid Eastern History Museum. It's on the campus, on Broad Street. The guard can call me to the reception area."

"Fine. I doubt we'll have to trouble you again. Both of these yahoos have been in trouble before, and everyone thought their stories were just too weird to be true, but we had to check. Stay safe, you two, and tell your mom I said hey." He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. He looked back at Deon. "Off the record, did you really do Jordan Pieters at the bar last night?"

"Bobby, much as I would have liked to do her, all we did was dance. It got pretty raunchy, and she got naked, but my mister stayed in my pants. On or off the record. You stay safe, too, Bobby."

"Uh huh. I used to could tell when you were puttin' me on, Deon. Not so much anymore, but the feeling is there's something you're not lettin' on. I hope it's not important."

Deon glanced at Sally and mouthed, "Mary?" She nodded, grinning. Mary had said she wanted the town to know she had turned to a slut for one man, one night. Deon looked back to his friend. "If you really want to know, I did get lucky last night, but Mary wa...oops, she wasn't involved with either of the Pieters boys."

"Mary? Mary Green, that prim...I don't believe it. Hell, I always thought she was the type of girl who couldn't say shit if she had a mouthful. How the f...excuse my french, Sally, but..."

"That's all I can say, Bobby. Other than me comforting the women who were wronged, you know everything I was involved in from the time I got home yesterday. I promise."

Bobby shook his head. "I guess. Bein' away at school sure has changed you, Deon. I'm not sure it's all been for the better."

"Take it easy, Bobby. Prob'ly see you around." Bobby nodded and turned to walk to his cruiser.

Deon stayed outside, watching his friend drive away. Sally had gone back inside, looking for Kate. Deon heard her calling him from upstairs. He went up to find her. She was in their mother's room.

Kate was still naked, sitting on the side of the bed, unresponsive, tears running down her cheeks. Deon knelt beside her. He asked Sally to go get some fresh coffee and a warm washrag. As soon as she was gone, he sat beside his mother. "Trance," he said, and noticed a slight stiffening of her form. 

"Mother, when Sally gets here with the coffee and washrag, you will waken feeling rested and happy. Over the coming week, I want you to accept the fact that she and I are in love with each other. Your feelings of jealousy will make you realize and accept that you are sexually attracted to me. Once you accept that, and reconcile it with your beliefs about incest, you will be happy again."

"Gideon," he heard Astarte say, "that isn't necessary. Her distress is a result of confronting the discrepancy between her beliefs and her desires. Give her a reason to abandon her beliefs. She needs only a little push. Let her know you desire her, that you love her and want her to be happy."

He looked up and saw the goddess standing before him, a soft glow emanating from her. When she saw the question in his face, she nodded. "That is all she needs. It will still take some time. Don't rush her. You must trust me."

He nodded. As the goddess faded into nothingness, he wrapped his mother's naked body in his arms. "Mother, ignore the instructions I just gave you. I love you, Mother, and I want to make love to you. If we could, I would marry you, to be your loving and faithful husband. Lie down, now and sleep. When Sally comes with coffee, you will awaken, feeling refreshed and happy." He laid her back on the bed and positioned her on her side in the middle of the bed.

He waited at the side of the bed, for Sally to return. He looked at his sleeping mother, seeing her nude beauty for the first time. Like her daughter, she was tall, blonde, and blue eyed. 

Kate was larger busted than Sally, a full C-cup, and while she was a natural blonde, her pubes were covered by a light brown bush, neatly trimmed, but otherwise untouched. Like her daughter, Kate had a tight, almost athletic build, which stirred Gideon's groin. 

"Damn, Astarte, I hope you're right."

In the back of his head, he heard the silver bell-like laugh. "Trust me, Gideon. The morning after you make love to her the first time, you could walk through the Sultan's harem's bath and not be aroused. If I didn't owe you so much, and love you, I would be jealous of her; she is the only one of the women you've asked for who is willing to give you more than I can."

"You mean the baby?"

"No, Sally will also proudly give you children. Your mother is willing to sacrifice herself for you. Aware as she is of the prejudice and prohibition against mother/son incest; aware that it may very well ruin her and her business, and all the good she has been able to accomplish because of her work, she will come to you willingly, and bear your child.

"Your sex with your sister would be looked upon as an aberration, a lapse in judgement, perhaps giving in to temptation or a drunken episode. A mother having sex with her son is almost universally looked upon as an evil perversion, and while it may be instigated by the son, the mother is almost always blamed unless she can prove forcible rape. 

"However, you need not fear for her. I will arrange it so noone suspects, and so that she is not harmed. But you must trust me; neither she nor her professional standing will be hurt."

At that moment, he heard Sally coming down the hall. In a brief moment she was in the room, carrying a tray with a thermal carafe of coffee, three cups and a warm washcloth. Deon grinned and picked up the washcloth. He sat down on the bed and gently began to wipe his mother's face. 

After a couple of swipes, she stirred and rolled over on her back, exposing all of her nude beauty. Sally gasped, then laughed. "Maybe I made that offer to share too soon. I should have taken a closer look at Mom. She is freakin' beautiful!"

"Sally, that is no way to talk about your mother, at least, not where she can hear you," Kate spoke through the wet cloth wiping aware the tears. "And you needn't worry; I have no intention of sharing my son. 

"Thank you, Gideon; you can stop now. You must have had your fill of looking at this old body by now."

"Hardly, Mom; Sally's right. You are beautiful. If you weren't my mother, I think I'd be trying right now to get in your p...pants, if you were wearing any."

Kate heard the last phrase with a sense of shock. She had been aware that she was missing her bra, but had felt no shame. Breasts were just... breasts, cute mounds of fat men liked to look at and play with, and which caused women a plenitude of emotions and problems. But to be without her panties in front of her son, her grown son, her attractive, sexy son, that was definitely something to be avoided. 

"Uh, okay, that's enough. I'm fine. You two get out of here while I put on some clothes. We still need to talk, and I'm not comfortable without at least some underwear. Sally, you can pour me a cup of coffee, then I'll meet you in whose room?"

"Um, Sally's is probably best right now," Gideon offered, "at least until I can change the sheets."

"You don't need to explain, Deon. Fine, just give me a couple of minutes and I'll see you in there."

When her children had left the room, Kate got up and felt the bed. To her surprise, it was dry. She went into her en suite and sat on the toilet. Before she released her bladder, she reached down and felt herself. She was wetter than she could ever remember being before. Shaking her head, Kate reached behind her for the plastic box of personal wet wipes, extracted one and used it on her vulva. The damp coolness cooled her ardor enough so she felt capable of dealing with Deon and Sally.

She went back into her bedroom, to her dresser, to find a pair of briefs. She opened her panty drawer and started digging through the collection therein. Bikinis, boy shorts, even thongs, she found a plenty. She was about to give up in disgust when she found what she desired. They were lime green, decorated with pink polka dots, but they were granny panties, just what she felt she needed.

She slipped them on, and wearing only them, picked up her coffee and padded down the hall to confront her wayward children. On the way, she had a revelation. "Deon's right. In San' Angelo, they would be just another couple living together; and to people from their home town of Cornwall, just a brother and sister, sharing an apartment. What happened when the lights were out wasn't anybody's business but theirs, not even hers."

She entered Sally's bedroom, feeling better than she had all day. Deon and Sally were sitting on the edge of her bed. Deon had brought in his desk chair for her to use, and Sally had set up a TV tray for the coffee. They waited for her to sit. With a slight smile, Kate noticed they were all dressed similarly.

"Well, kids...I'm sorry. I shouldn't call you that; you're not children anymore. From what you told me of your activities last night, I have to accept that. And respect it. While I dislike the fact you are having sex with each other, I can certainly understand the attraction. You are both very attractive, and I may have left you unsupervised too much...

"Regardless of that, the situation is what it is, and I, we have to live with it. Your idea of sharing an apartment next year is fine with me. I may or may not decide to move to San' Angelo, to be with you. I am settled here, and comfortable. However, you should find a place big enough to accommodate a long term visit now and then. While you will always be welcome to visit, there is no need for you to come down for every holiday and break. I can just as easily come to spend a week or two with you, if I am welcome."

Sally reached her first and threw her arms around her mother's neck. "Of course you are welcome, Mother, any and all times."

Deon knelt beside her chair and embraced her from the other side, his arms across her chest, resting just atop her breasts. "Thank you, Mom. It means a lot that you are willing to accept us. I can promise you that Sally will finish school before there are any grandchildren for you to worry about."

Kate grinned, wryly. "Are you sure? As I remember, I didn't have any luck avoiding getting pregnant when I was your age, until I took steps to guarantee it. Before I got married to your stepfather, I had sex a half dozen times total, with two men. The results are here with me now, and I wouldn't trade either of you for the world."

Sally sat back and blinked. "We're not brother and sister; then it's not..."

Deon laughed. "Yes, it is. Even when it's half siblings, it is still considered incest. Some folks even include step-siblings in the definition, especially when the marriage happens when the kids are still of pre-school age, but the law and the Bible say there has to be a genetic connection, and a fairly direct one. I think third cousins, and first ones, thrice removed are excluded."

"When, if they come," interrupted Kate, "grandchildren will be welcome, and because you two are half siblings, the odds are improved they will be healthy. But I do have a request. I do not want a repeat viewing of this morning's activity. Please keep your lovemaking behind closed doors when I'm in the house," she said, emphasizing the word, 'closed.'

Her children grinned and nodded. Deon let his arm rest on her breasts. "Mom, you are always welcome to join us," he said with a leer.

"When pigs fly," she retorted. "And that brings up another issue which bothered me in your tale about last night. Fidelity and monogamy. Right now, neither of you seem very concerned about either. May I suggest that change in a hurry. There is some very dangerous crap being spread out there by people who don't especially care if others get hurt. Fidelity and monogamy are the best protection against it."

The siblings looked at each other, aghast. They hadn't thought about STDs, and with Jordan's involvement with her family, they were a definite possibility. Other than her younger brother, all her previous sex partners fit the description their mother had just given. "Astarte?" called Deon, silently.

"Gideon," she chided him, with her silvery laugh, "you must learn to trust me. However, you should probably buy yourself a box of condoms, just to allay your mother's concerns." He let out a small sigh of relief, seen by Sally, but not Kate, who was unwinding from the tangle of arms she was still in.

"Don't worry, Mom; we'll be more careful," Sally assured her in a quiet voice.

Kate laughed. "Sweetie, telling me not to worry about you two is something like telling a beaver to stop building dams. Now, we have to make plans for getting you two ready for school.

"Gideon, do you think you can find a place and get it furnished by the time school starts?"

"Should. But a three bedroom apartment will probably be hard to find. I'll look for a house in a decent neighborhood. Then work on getting bedrooms, and kitchen and study room set up. Living and dining rooms we can fix up later."

"Three bedroom? Oh, the study room," said Sally. "Is that necessary? Why not study in the bedroom?" 

"Because if one of you doesn't have to study, or finishes before the other, and wants to sleep, they can't turn out the light; or if one is feeling frisky, and wants to play when the other one has to study, either feelings will get hurt or grades will suffer. Neither of which is an acceptable outcome," Kate pointed out.

"Gideon, that sounds fine; now about your budget..." and for the next hour they negotiated a workable budget for the two youngsters. When they were done, Deon leaned back against the headboard and looked at his mother. 

"Wow, I'd hate to have to deal with you and count on coming out ahead," he said, the admiration in his voice evident. Kate felt a warm feeling pass over her, moistening her lady. Just as she was about to reply, the doorbell rang.

"That would be Giovanni's. While you two were setting up our long term future, I took care of the immediate one."

Kate stood up. "Great, I could use some food. I'll go pay for it." As she started to leave the room, both children cleared their throats. "What?" she asked, looking at them. They smiled, and, as if rehearsed, looked down at themselves, then at her. Kate glanced down at her nearly nude body.

"That'll be a great tip, Mom," commented Deon with a smile.

Kate grinned. "You think I won't?" she challenged them. "Well, you're right, not any more, but once...Anyway, thank you for reminding me." She shook her head and went to her room to grab a robe. A few minutes later, the trio met in the kitchen.

The next morning, Kate woke feeling refreshed and at peace with the world. Sunlight streamed in her windows, brightening her room and her mood. She got up, tended to her toilet needs, washed her face and brushed her teeth, then headed downstairs to start breakfast. Sally was already there, the coffee ready. She was humming to herself as she gathered their breakfast. She wore only an apron, tied around her waist. Kate was still wearing only the green polka dotted granny panties. Kate greeted her daughter with a big smile. "No doubt about your night, I guess. You guys were quiet. I almost thought I was alone."

Sally laughed. "Morning, Momma. One of the benefits of having a lover who majors in Eastern Studies. He said something about Tantric Sex, where the emphasis is more on the quality of the joining than the climax. He had me on the edge of coming for fifteen or twenty minutes before I came, at least four times before he did..."

"TMI, sweetie. No need to go into detail," Kate laughed, her quim beginning to tingle.

"Oops! Sorry, it was just so much better than I expected from what other girls have said. They always sounded so disappointed after their first times."

"What was it you called Deon? Your lover? That's the big difference. You two, apparently, really do love each other. The girls you were talking about, they were discussing partners, of a sort. To their partners, chances are they were just 'lays,' girls they were using to prove something, or to score points with their friends.

"Once or twice, over the years, I've been with a man like that. Hands or vibrators leave you with a better feeling afterward, believe me."

"Did you ever have the kind Deon and I..."

"For a while," she said quietly and paused, then continued, "with your stepfather, before he got sick..." The rest of her statement was cut off by the sound of Deon galloping down the stairs and hurrying into the kitchen. 

He grinned when he saw the mother and daughter, topless, displaying four of the most beautiful breasts he had personally experienced. He walked to Sally and kissed her warmly, one hand holding her chin up to facilitate the kiss; the other hand, caressing her buttock. "Mmm, morning, sweetheart," he said, slipping just the tip of his tongue between her lips.

"Tease," she complained with a smile.

He laughed and turned to his mother. Sweeping her into his arms, he bent down to kiss her and slipped his tongue into her mouth before she realized what he was doing. She yielded to him for just a few seconds, then became aware of becoming aroused by her son. She broke away with a strained laugh and slapped at his shoulder. "Snot! Keep that tongue in your mouth when you kiss me."

"If you say so, Momma, but it's more fun my way," he said, his arms still around her waist.

"Be that as it may, I'm your mother and it isn't appropriate."

"Maybe not, but it is more fun, even if you are my mother," he said with a grin. "Didn't you enjoy it, if only for a second?"




Astarte Ch. 03



"Gideon! How can you..." She stopped, seeing the laugh on his face and in his eyes.

"Well, didn't you?"

"Even if I did..."

"Even if? C'mon, Mom, admit it!"

"Okay!" she laughed, "I enjoyed it, a little bit."

"Aha! I thought so," he said triumphantly, and captured her lips again, his tongue invading her mouth and engaging hers. She struggled briefly, then relaxed and let him kiss her, without responding, her hands against his shoulders.

When he broke the kiss and pulled away, disappointment was written all over his face. She asked, "Why are you dressed already? You going somewhere?" 

He nodded. "I'm going to start back to school early. I have to study and I want to get started on the house hunt." Hurt and shame were visible in his eyes. "Mom, I..."

"Hush," she said, putting her fingers against his lips. She replaced them with her lips for only a second. "We'll talk about it later." The smile she gave him was full of love and amusement. "When pigs fly," she added, indicating that, as far as she was concerned, the subject was closed. He nodded his understanding and glanced at Sally. 

She had watched the exchange with more than a little interest and amusement. She was sure her mother was becoming aroused, and wondered how long she would continue to resist. When Kate had become passive, Sally was sure she had decided to give in, and was more than a little surprised at Deon's response. She also understood her mother's message, and simply shrugged when Deon glanced at her. "Later," she mouthed to him, her hand to her ear in the classic telephone sign.

Deon was on the road shortly after noon. Over breakfast they had made arrangements for Sally and Mary to drive up for Freshman Orientation the next weekend. He had just cleared the northern city line and was reaching to activate his hands free dialer when Astarte appeared next to him in the car. Her smile was bright enough to light a small city. "Are you pleased with your weekend?" she asked him.

"More than pleased," he grinned back. "And a bit puzzled. You said Mom was going to have my baby, but she seems adamantly opposed to any kind of suggestion of sexual contact. And why would she need help? She's healthy and fit as a horse. And you must have planted the suggestion in my head about houses, because I know of a number of three bedroom apartments. My boss lives in a building full of them."

"Such impatience," she laughed. "You will have to trust me about your first two questions. To answer them would reveal too much about the future and possibly tempt you to alter it. Continue to gently tease and press Katherine as you have been doing. Consider it extensive foreplay for both of you. About the house, I learned of a professor at the nursing school, a Ms. Hill, who was just granted a sabbatical for the upcoming school year, and is looking for someone to house sit. She sent the notice to the housing office yesterday afternoon. She is expecting you this evening."

Joan Hill, associate professor in charge of the Community Nursing Program at the University, answered the doorbell at seven. She was surprised to see such a young man standing at the door. Tall, dark haired, but fair-complected and attractive, she noted that he would start the hearts of most of her students racing. "Mr. Davies? Please step in," she invited. "You seem to be a little younger than I had in mind. I specified graduate students or faculty. May I ask what year you are in?"

"I'll be the equivalent of a second semester junior, ma'am; but don't worry, we won't be having any wild parties or a lot of friends over to study and raise any kind of ruckus. It'll just be my sister and myself and frequent visits by my mother when she isn't traveling for business."

Your sister and mother? What kind of business..."

"My mother is a computer designer and consultant, for the superfast, multi-banked computers used for research and industrial control. She has clients all over the world."

"I see, and your father?"

"Passed away when I was seven. I'm sorry, ma'am, what does this have to do with..."

"Young man! If I decide to rent my house to you, I will be turning over a life time of precious memories to you for safekeeping. How I get the information from you to make that decision is my business. 

"By the way, how did you learn that I was renting my house out? I just notified the housing office yesterday afternoon."

"I have a friend who works there. They knew I was looking for a good sized house. I'm sorry, Ms Hill. Forgive me if I seem impertinent. It's just that," he hesitated, searching for the words he knew would convince her to continue. "My mother is a very successful woman, and sometimes with us, just takes over. This is the first time she has let me do something this important to all of us. I want to do it right, and I guess I'm a little anxious."

The nearly 60 year old Ms Hill smiled at her young visitor. She could remember a time almost 40 years ago when she had been in a similar situation set up by her father. "That's quite alright, Mr. Davies; don't fret. Would you care to see the house?"

"Thank you, and please, feel free to call me Gideon." 

Ms Hill simply smiled and turned to lead him on a tour of her house. A large ranch style house, there was a master bedroom with a queen size bed, a guest room and office on the main floor along with a good sized modern eat in kitchen, a formal dining room and living room. In the basement, besides the laundry and furnace rooms, were another bedroom and a den/tv room with a wet bar.

When they entered the den, Deon saw a peculiar object lying on the coffee table in the center of the room. He walked over and picked it up. "What..."

"Oh dear! What is that doing out? It belonged to my son. When he was 17, he wanted to drive cross country with his girl friend without any supervision. My husband told him when pigs fly. So my son used a radio controlled dirigible and made a flying pig. One day my husband came home from work and saw a pig flying around our front yard. He didn't, as he was fond of saying, know whether to spit or shit, but Buddy, our son, got his trip. I'll put it away before I leave."

"Uh, no, please don't. The pig statement is a favorite of my mother's. I'm sure I'll have reason to use your son's, uh, argument." Deon laughed. "I think I may be presumptuous here. I want to rent your house. It feels like home just walking through it. What kind of rent were you looking for?" He was shocked when she stated a figure less than half the amount he and his mother had budgeted.

She offered him a cup of tea, and, over it, they made arrangements for him to take possession the following Wednesday.

Monday morning, he got to his class early and stopped by Bertie's office to see if she were in yet. He was happy to see her door was open, and knocked before pushing it open. She was sitting at her desk, and looked up as he entered. When she saw him, she smiled.

"Good morning, miracle worker!" She blushed, feeling her lady tingle.

"Good morning, yourself. I take it you and Fred had a good weekend."

If possible, her smile got wider and her eyes shone brighter. "You could say that, but it would be an understatement," she laughed. "We outdid our honeymoon, and we thought we had a lot of sex that week. 

"I don't know how to thank you, other than what you have scheduled for us. I'm really looking forward to our next time together." She arose from her seat and walked around the desk to stand in front of him. "Any idea when that will be?"

Deon bent down to nuzzle the bend in her neck where it met her shoulder. Kissing and nibbling on the flesh there, he asked, "Could you do an overnight?"

"What?"

"Wednesday, I'm moving into a house, out in Hickory Heights. If you can, I'd like you to spend the night with me. Would Fred let you do that? Come for dinner, stay for breakfast? Just you and me?"

"Oh, damn you! I'm wet already. Yes, I'll come. Give me the address Wednesday. Now, unless you're going to fuck me, get out of here; I have to change my panties before class."

Later, on the way out of class, he flashed her a smile. Seeing him, she returned it, thinking "You little snot," as she felt the familiar response in her lady; "Damn, Freddy, I hope you're ready, 'cause we're gonna be busy tonight."



Astarte Ch. 04



Sorry this has taken so long to get posted. Life, the holidays, and a new lady kept interfering. Deon gets a lesson in making love, has some fun with Mary, his sister's friend, and teaches Kyle it's not nice to cheat. Hope you all enjoy it. No. 5 coming soon. Jb7

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Deon had just finished setting the table for dinner when the doorbell rang. He smiled, anticipating the evening. He went to the front door and opened it, to welcome Bertie. She was dressed informally in slacks and a short sleeved buttoned summer bouse. She had a large tote bag with her.

"Come in; come in," her urged her.

She smiled. "Eager; I like that. It bodes well for the evening."

Her host grinned in reply, reaching for the bag. "I hope so. Before we start, there's something I want to talk about with you." He lifted the bag. "Bedroom?" She nodded. He pointed her toward the living room and carried the bag to its destination.

In a few seconds, he returned. "What can I get you to drink?" he asked her. "The woman who owns the house left some sherry and port, along with some scotch and bourbon. Unfortunately all I have as a mixer right now is water."

"Sherry's fine. Who owns the house? Is she on sabbatical?"

He opened a cabinet and took out a decanter and a couple of cordial glasses. "Yeah. A Dr. Hill, from the nursing school. I think someone told me she oversees the Community Nursing program. Over the summer, she said, she was contacted by one of her graduates who wants some help organizing a public health program staffed by nurse practitioners to serve the migrant camps in the southern part of the state. 

"My sister is coming up to school in a few weeks, so we're going to share the house. We have this until the first of the year. That'll give us time to find a place to lease or buy." Deon handed Bertie a glass and sat down next to her. He took a sip of his wine and looked at his guest.

"Bertie," he started and hesitated. " mhmm, I, uh, have a favor to ask of you. Under the circumstances, it sounds kind of strange, especially given our history, the contentious part and the more recent part. 

"Until that afternoon in your office, I was, for all intents and purposes, still a virgin..."

"What?" Bertie exclaimed. "I find that..."

"Hard to believe? I understand, but it's true. I told you about Astarte. She has been guiding me and procuring women for me, in a sense. And it's been great. All I have to do is tell a woman I want to have sex with her, and she is immediately ready for me. But I have the feeling there is something I'm missing out on. Actually a couple of somethings, but there's only one you can help me with tonight. 

"Can you show me how to make love? Not just the screwing part, but the seduction and foreplay phases?" He had carefully worded his request to avoid expressing it so Astarte's spell was activated. 

"I have no idea how to get from 'I'm glad to meet you,' to 'let's get naked;' and in bed, I know most of the basics, but not how to insure that my partner is having a good time. I can use Astarte's spell to make that happen, but I would rather be able to make it happen myself. Can you, will you help me?" Just then a timer sounded in the kitchen. 

"Ah, time for the biscuits to come out," he said, and jumped up to leave.

Bertie stood up with him. "You made biscuits?" He nodded, looking at her puzzled. "I'm sorry for doubting you, but I don't know many men your age who can fry an egg, let alone make biscuits. That is a very good first step in the skill set you want to learn. What else are we having this evening?"

"Broiled lamb chops, baked potato, garden salad, and crepes with brandied fruit sauce."

"And you did it all?" He nodded. She walked up to him and reached up to kiss him. "There are a whole lot of women, older, to be sure, but not that old, who would take you to bed right now." 

She watched him pull out the biscuits and put them in the serving basket. "What can I do?"

"The salad's in the fridge, and needs to be tossed with the dressing, on the door in the cruet with the red band around its neck." He slipped the broiler pan into the oven and closed the door part way, then turned up the broiler.

"I have to apologize," he said. "Dr. Hill doesn't keep a wine cellar, and I didn't get a chance to stop except at the grocery store. All I have to serve with dinner is beer."

"Beer's fi...wait! Where's my bag? I brought a bottle of burgundy, figuring it would go with everything but fish." She flashed him a smile. "And of course, it'll help get us in the mood for our teaching session later."

He grinned and walked up to her. "Thank you," he said softly, leaning down to kiss her, parting her lips with his tongue.

Dinner was done; the kitchen cleaned up with many appreciative comments from Bertie on how lucky some woman was going to be. There had been an hour or so of cuddling, dancing, kissing and such in the living room afterwards as Bertie coached him in the fine art of making out. 

There had been some exploration, over clothing, of each other's more evident physical attributes, accompanied by moans and sighs from both of them. When Deon's hand had slipped between her thighs to lightly grip her vulva, Bertie had suggested they retire to the bedroom.

Fingers fumbled, hands interfered, tongues intermingled, and feet got tangled as the May/December pair rushed to shed their clothing. Finally Bertie, with a laugh, cried, "Stop!" Deon stopped trying to pull her shirt over her head and looked at her, his face angst ridden. Seeing his expression, Bertie laughed again and pulled his face to hers to kiss him. 

"Oh, Deon, my lovely boy. It's just that we are trying so hard to get undressed, we're getting in our own way, trying to hurry. Let me undress you first, then you can finish undressing me and then we can continue your training."

Deon grinned and nodded, not trusting himself to speak plainly. Bertie unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She dropped to her knees and pulled off his loafers and socks, then removed his slacks. Looking up at his face, she reached for the waistband of his jockeys and slowly pulled them down over his hips. 

Without looking, she reached for his phallus and pulled it to her lips, and gently kissed it, then ran her tongue over the glans. After another kiss, which involved engulfing the glans with her mouth, she rocked back on her heels and stood up. "Your turn," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Deon smiled and reached to finish unbuttoning her blouse. "Remember," she said, "eager is good, but taking your time will heighten the anticipation and her arousal. Since you've gotten to this point, touching is encouraged, especially what might be called incidental touching, brushing the breasts with your arms or the back of your hand; pushing your hips into hers when you reach around to unfasten her brassiere; sliding your hands over her buttocks as you drop her top, and push off her slacks or panties. Mmm, that's right.

"At this point everything is allowed; indeed, pretty much expected. Go ahead and explore her body, whether it's your first time with her, or your twentieth. That's nice, like that. Make her feel like it's your first time together every time. She'll let you know when it's time to move forward. 

"Unless she tells you or shows you she wants a firm or harder approach, gentle is the way to go. Not so lightly it tickles, but definitely a caress, a petting motion. Yesss. Like that. Feel my puss. See how wet I am? That is the signal I'm ready for penetration." She led him to the bed and lay down beside him. 

"If you know, or think, she is a virgin, then the best position to start with is the cowgirl, or woman on top. This lets her control the speed and pressure to beak her cherry. Otherwise, the missionary position is best for your first time together, especially if you're planning to see her again. That position puts you face to face so you can see how she is responding to you. 

"Come over me now. That's good; now in...ahhh...yesss." Bertie wrapped her legs around Deon's hips and back and reached up to take his ear lobe between her teeth. "Now, Deon Davies, fuck me!"

When Deon began to move in her, she thrust her hips up to meet him. Fully aroused from his touches and caresses as she was instructing him, she had her first climax almost immediately. Her arms and legs clinched Deon so tightly he could barely move until her period of rigor passed and her limbs relaxed. As he resumed his pumping motion, she softly moaned, "Yesss. That's good; slow now, for a bit." 

She turned her head slightly, capturing his lips for a full-on tongue wrestling kiss. Before they were done, her hips were thrusting back up to meet his, slamming against his pubes, coaxing him to pump harder and faster until, at last, she felt the explosion of his seed deep within her love canal, triggering her second orgasm.

Deon collapsed on her, supporting most of his weight on his elbows. He pushed his arms under her and held her to his chest as he caught his breath. Without withdrawing, he rolled off her, turning her on her side to face him. His hands slowly stroked her back and butt as they recovered. "Mmm," she purred, "that feels nice." She tucked her head under his chin and hugged him tightly. After a moment, he heard her sigh, then she spoke. 

"If I were fifteen or twenty years younger, you'd be a definite danger to my marriage. I just hope you are as good at learning art history as you are learning how to make love."

Deon gently pushed her on to her back and shifted his position to lie over her, and pushed his groin into her vulva. He lifted and pushed her legs so her knees rested on her breasts and her ankles were by his ears. Then he crossed his legs behind him and, lifting her, sat back. By the time he was sitting, he was erect, and slid into her quim. "Oooohhh mmmm, that was a nice surprise," cooed Bertie.

Deon smiled and kissed her, grazing her lips with his tongue. "Bertie, I would never do anything to threaten your marriage, or endanger either it or your position at school. At the end of the first course I had with you, I would have cheerfully run you over with a large truck." Bertie smiled, nodding. "But this last two weeks, especially tonight, have shown me what a beautiful person you are. In spite of the rocky start, you have been a warm, willing and generous partner. I'm going to ask Astarte to somehow shield you from her gift..."

Bertie put her fingers over his mouth. "No, don't, please. I like it that I don't have a choice with you, except to enjoy it or not. Being with you is the one place in my life where I don't have to make decisions, where somebody else is in charge. Let me keep it. Please."

Deon cocked his head to one side and looked at her, her face framed by her legs. After a few seconds, he grinned and nodded. "What will Fred say when you tell him I want to have you once a week until I get my Master's degree?"

Bertie felt a sensation similar to an orgasmic spasm ripple up her vaginal sheath, and spread to her abdomen and breasts. "OMG!" she gasped, "what was that?"

Deon leaned forward to kiss her, letting her legs drop to encircle his hips. "That, Bertie dear, was a shiver of anticipation. Do you know your pussy just got wetter and hotter?" He slipped his tongue into her mouth and played tag with hers. "And I just got harder," he said, pushing his hips forward.

Bertie threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. "Did anyone ever tell you," she asked, capturing his lips with hers, "that you talk too fucking much?"

The next morning, over breakfast, they arranged for Bertie to spend Wednesday nights with Deon, at his house, until his sister, Sally, moved in, not expected until the weekend before classes started. "What will you tell Fred?" Deon asked.

Bertie looked at him with a smile. "What would happen to Fred's new found potency if I tried to refuse you?" she countered.

"He'd probably lose it."

"So, the cost for him to have sex with me, or anyone else, is that I spend one night a week with you, no questions asked. Certainly, none answered. My major concern is what happens if the administration finds out. You could cost me my job."

"Don't ask me how, because I don't know, but Astarte will protect you. Either no one will ever know, or if someone does discover us, she will make it all go away. Trust me, it isn't anything to worry about." In his head, he heard a silver tinkling laugh, and felt a fleeting kiss on his cheek. Bertie wondered about the genesis of his smile. 

In anticipation of his sister and Mary's visit over the weekend, he had rearranged his work schedule. Friday, after class, he planned on doing some shopping for food, but thought he should eat first . He headed for the diner where he had first learned of Astarte's gift. Donna was still working there.

"Hey, Deon. Haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?"

"Pretty good, Donna; you?"

"It's been better since Karen got rid of her brother. The new cook is a pretty nice guy. Another ex-con, but an alright guy. BTW, I spoke with that lady, Dr. Stein. I can start the week after classes start. She said if everything works out, I'll be in the Near East Room, with you."

"Great! It'll be nice having a friend to work with. Especially a pretty one."

Donna turned bright red at the compliment, something she was unused to. "Uhh, th... thank you, Deon. You don't have..."

"I didn't say it because I felt I had to, Donna; I said it because it's true."

She blushed again, and, this time, smiled. "What can I get you? Karen's here, so order whatever you want; it's on the house."

"Well, since I doubt what I want is on the menu, I'll have a double cheeseburger, fries and whatever diet cola you have."

She looked at him, puzzled. "I'll put it right in." She walked to the service pass thru and ordered his burger and fries. In a minute, she was back to him with his soda. "What could you want from here that wouldn't be on the menu?" she asked him, her brow furrowed. "Karen said anything you want."

Deon looked directly at her, holding her eyes with his. "You, Donna. I want you. I want to pick you up after work Monday, take you to my place where we can have dinner and study a bit if you need to, and have you spend the night with me."

"Deon, don't joke like that. I don't do that sort of thing, certainly not the first date."

"I know that, Donna, but you will with me, won't you?"

"I...I'll come for dinner. I...I don't know about the other."

"Okay, Donna. Dinner and...maybe." He smiled and took a sip of his soda. Just then, the service bell rang, announcing his burger and fries were ready. She was back in a minute.

"Deon..."

"Monday, Donna. Dinner, study, and...we'll see, okay?"

Against her every inclination, she heard herself agree. She was also feeling something new to her; her vagina was leaking fluid, and she felt like she needed to have an orgasm. A frequent self-pleasurer, she knew the feeling, but it usually occurred only after she had been petting her kitty for an extended period. Suddenly, she wished it were Monday.

Deon had just finished putting the groceries away when he heard a car pull into the driveway. The doorbell rang just as he opened the door, to a very pissed off sister. "Deon! Do you know what they are making everyone do? I have to spend tonight and tomorrow night in a dorm room with three other girls!"

"Sounds good to me," he grinned. "You stay here and I'll go take your place."

Sally laughed, then, in a very disgruntled voice, said, "Be serious. We were supposed to be together this weekend. We were going to finish Mary's deflowering." She pouted. "And I wanted to explore some more, with you."

"You should be done Sunday noon, to be picked up by one. I'll bring you back here, and you can drive back home Monday morning. We can spend all of Sunday, and Monday until you leave, exploring. I can finish Mary while you're in Orientation, and then you can do her while I do you. By the time you join us, she'll be ready for some girl on girl attention."

"I guess. Can you drive me to the dorm. I have to check in for supper. It sounds worse than high school. I thought they were going to treat us like adults."

"They will. Not everyone is ready for that yet. Keep your mind open. You might make some friends to hang with between classes during the school year."

"I know; it's just...I wanted to be with you this weekend, to watch you and Mary, and to make love with you. By Sunday, we'll all be too tired to poop, then what fun will we have?"

Deon put his arms around his sister. "I promise you we'll have as much fun as you can stand. Okay?"

She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the mouth. "Okay, if you promise. Will Astarte see that you keep your word?" He grinned and nodded. "She better, or she and I are going to have words."

Sally had been delivered to the Orientation staff, dinner had been cooked and eaten, the kitchen had been cleaned, and Deon and Mary were sitting side by side on the couch in the den, watching tv. His arm was around her shoulder. When the program they were watching went to commercial, he tightened his arm around her shoulder and lifted her chin with his other hand. 

She grinned at him, and said, "I was beginning to think you had forgotten why I came up with Sally."

"I didn't forget; I was just giving you time to change your mind if you wanted. Do you want to go to the bedroom, or would you rather mess around a bit out here?"

"I'm about as sure a thing as you'll ever meet. There's nothing under this skirt except a half slip and me, but I'd still like to be convinced a little." Deon smiled and started placing soft, feather light kisses all over her face, finally landing on her lips. She was laughing softly as he distributed his butterfly soft busses about her face. Breaking the kiss on her lips, he said, "You know, you have a pretty face. You shouldn't hide it under these bangs."

"You think so?" she asked, anxiously. "It's Dad. He insists that he or Mom cut our hair, and the only way they know is this hokey bowl cut. When I get to Paris, I'll go to a shoppe. You really think I'm cute?"

"No. I said pretty. What would happen if you went home Monday, with a different do?"

"As long as he doesn't have to pay for it, he'd bluster a bit, but he'd have to accept it. Do you know someone who could cut it?"

Deon smiled at her, while in his head he was calling his favorite Egyptian goddess. "Astarte, can you do something for her?"

"What did you have in mind, Gideon? In spite of what you think, I'm not a miracle worker."

"I know that. I was wondering about a more attractive haircut, and maybe a more flattering color, maybe a blonde, or just some blonde streaks as highlights."

Astarte laughed. "I see what you want. These modern hairs styles are complicated, but I'm sure I can do what you're suggesting. I'll be right there."

Deon was still looking at Mary, giving her the impression he was considering her question. "Yeah, I think I know someone. She'll be right here."

Mary's shock showed on her face, and in the speed with which she stood up and looked around. 

"Gideon, what the hell are you doing to me? You never said there'd be another woman joining us! I don't mind about Sally; I've known forever she was in love with you. 

"I figured if I could give her the chance to be with you, she'd help me get rid of my cherry.But I can't do it with another woman; not even for you."

"That's okay, Mary. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. It's my friend, Astarte. She's gong to style and color your hair to enhance your beauty. All you have to do is relax and let it happen."

"Who...what's happening, Deon?" Mary asked, fear in her voice as the room filled with a soft glow, signifying Astarte's arrival.




Astarte Ch. 04



"Hello, Mary. We almost met last Friday, but you fell asleep before I arrived. Deon said you wanted your hair done. I can see why. The only woman who has ever looked good with that heavy of a bang was that jealous long nosed Neffi. 

"I think what they call a pixie cut today would look good on you. We could shape it to emphasize your eyes, and add some color to lighten and freshen it up."

Mary stared at the beautiful woman before her, dumbstruck. She turned to look at Gideon, who was trying very hard not to laugh at her. She looked a bit like a fish which had been thrown up on the beach, her mouth opening and closing as she sought the words to express her rapidly changing emotions. 

"Uh, Mary, I'd like you to meet Astarte, a very special friend of mine. She made it possible for me to take Jordan the way I did and get even with G.W. and his friends for Chrissie."

Just hearing his voice, its comforting deep resonance, was enough to calm Mary down so she could speak. "Who...who did you say? Astarte? Wasn't she some sort of Persian queen or something?"

Astarte's silver laugh rang out, as ever, clear as a bell. "At least the child has the right region and time. There may have been others with similar names, Mary child, but I am from the Egypt of pre-written-history, although my influence extended over the centuries to about thirty-five centuries ago. I was the Egyptian goddess of love and war. Dear Gideon can tell you the reason I am here, at a later time. 

"Come, let us take care of your hair and create a make-up for you, unless you have some objections."

Mary shook her head. "D...d. you know about make-up?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'll tell you a secret," Astarte whispered. "Even the gods and goddesses get pimples and other eruptions. Have you heard of the Norse god, Thor?" Mary nodded. "It is rumored that his ill temper was due to an everlasting boil which formed on the back of his sack of jewels, if you know what I mean."

Mary nodded, with a small giggle. "I imagine that would hurt a bit. No wonder he was always angry, but I meant, since you're so pretty, you wouldn't need to use make up like we do today..."

"Thank you, dear. But there were times when the Egyptian courts resembled what Broadway performers call cattle calls, and if you didn't stand out and catch someone's attention, well...Even the goddesses needed all the help they could muster--whether it was make-up or a few well placed incantations. Now, let's tend to your hair. Sit here," she ordered, pointing to a kitchen chair.

An hour later, Deon could hardly believe his eyes. In place of the dowdy, dark haired girl with an ugly bowl cut for a hair do, standing naked before him was a young attractive woman with a multi colored pixie shag, with highlights ranging in color from deep red bronze to golden blonde. Her eyes had been highlighted with a mascara like substance dusted with lapis, while her cheeks and lips seemed to have been coated with a powdering of red ochre, highlighting her natural colors.

Some judiciously applied kohl paste and paste like talc was used to highlight her natural curves, giving her bust the appearance it was larger, while her hips and waist seemed to have shrunk. The overall effect was felt in his groin. "My god! Mary! I can't believe it. You're beautiful. There isn't any other word."

Mary blushed and laughed. "You don't need to flatter me, Deon. I told you, I'm a sure thing tonight and tomorrow, but it is nice to know you approve."

"Approve? Have you seen yourself? I wasn't trying to flatter you. From my point of view, it's a good thing we're not going out; I'm not sure you'd be coming back with me. You could have your pick of any guy on campus." He grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom. The large dresser had a full width mirror. He placed her with her back facing the mirror, and ordered her to turn around. 

Mary saw her reflection and gasped. With tears in her eyes, she turned and grabbed Deon. "Thank you," she sobbed softly. "And you, too, Astarte. Thank you." She pulled back to kiss Deon, slipping her tongue past his lips. "Now, unless you have something against making love to pretty girls, it's time. When morning comes, I don't want to be able to."

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He knee-walked to the center and laid her down, his lips meshed with hers. Without breaking the kiss, he started moving his lips over her skin, occasionally nibbling, sometimes nipping, sometimes licking, but always maintaining contact. 

Mary, already aroused, felt the tension in her body increase as the pressure to orgasm built. Soon, her arms and legs were impossible to contain; they moved randomly, erratically, thrashing about. Her hips began to thrust up, off the bed. Her head, tossing from one side to the other. "OMG! Dee, now! I need you in me now!" 

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over her, throwing her legs around his hips, lining up her quim with his prick, and pulled him into her. "Now," she pleaded, "make love to me now."

The night was everything Mary had wanted. By daybreak she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had. All she knew was that she was deliciously tired and well satisfied. And had one more hole to breach.

"I know," she said, "that you've probably spoiled me for any other man I'll ever meet, but we have one last objective before we can sleep. Remember?"

"Mmhmm," Deon muttered sleepily, in reply. "I still gotta do your bum. You sure you want to do that now?" he asked around a yawn. "Last time, you had to interrupt our morning wake up to have a BM; is that a regular time for you?"

"Mmm, not regular, but I frequently have to go when I wake up. Why?"

"You should go and try, then. If it's near, it'll just be easier and less painful if you're pretty empty back there. We're only designed to handle a day's worth of waste, and I'm going to try to force a day or so's equivalent back into you. If you're full, it could get uncomfortable."

"I see what you mean. Back in a few minutes." She hopped out of bed and almost fell as her legs started to collapse. "Ooh, damn! That hurts!"

"What?" he laughed.

"Trying to straighten up after all that screwing. Stop laughing, it isn't funny! Well, okay, it is, but stop anyway!" she laughed, limping out of the room.

A short time later, Mary lay on the bed, on her stomach, a pair of pillows supporting her hips, while Deon applied a generous amount of anal lube to the area in and around her rosebud. "Damn, Deon, I gotta tell you, this is freakin' uncomfortable. Are you sure it's necessary?"

"Yeah. I'm about done here, so I can show you." He moved closer to her head and laid the two middle fingers of his right hand against the shaft of his condom covered cock. There was a significant amount of his shaft still visible.

"Oh, Christ!" moaned Mary, "you're gonna kill me. Oh, well, let's get it over with, then we can sleep and recover."

"You're sure? Nobody but you is holding this gun to your head."

"Just do it, Dee. Please," she pleaded. "Whether or not I like it, I want the experience, and I want it with someone I can trust." 

She had turned her head and buried her face in another pillow. She felt the bed move as Deon moved into position behind her. Then the searching head of his cock centered in her pucker. She moaned as she felt the pressure increase. Then yelped and groaned as it popped through the exterior ring of her anus.

The pressure and pain brought tears to her eyes. "OMG, Deon! Oh, shit! It hurts! Stop! Wait!" She attempted to move away from him, to relieve the pressure, but there was no place for her to move to get away. "Ooowwwww, shitfuck! Pull back a little, please!"

Deon pulled back a fraction of an inch, relieving the pressure a barely noticeable amount, but enough to let Mary catch her breath. "Push, like you're having a BM," he told her. He felt a small reduction in resistance and pushed forward, popping through the inner ring. He looked down at their juncture. About half of his eight plus inches were buried in her ass.

He pulled back again, until he felt her inner ring against his coronal ring, then lunged forward, eliciting a small scream of pain. "Bastard! What..." She stopped, feeling his pubes hit her bottom. "Ohh, unhhh; goddam. Oh, shit this hurts, but it also feels sorta good. Don't move yet; just hold me for a minute. Fuck! I'm not sorry I had you do it, but I don't think I'll ever do it willingly again."

"Some night, when you've had too much to drink at some party, there'll be a couple of guys who convince you to go off with them, and they'll share you in all your holes, finishing up by taking your pussy and ass at the same time. And, as much as it hurts, you'll come harder than you ever have before."

"No fuckin' way that'll happen," she moaned. "Okay, start slowly, with short strokes, please." Deon did as she asked. At the same time, he reached around and began to lightly massage her clit. "Ohhh, mmmmm; yessss, that feels good. Faster, longer, just fuck me now. Play with my clitty some more, too. That's good." 

She began to thrust her hips back at him, soon, their hips were only a blur. Suddenly, Mary stopped with a wail, her body completely rigid, prone on the bed. Deon stopped moving, except for the hand between Mary's legs. After several seconds, her hips began to move up and down, while her body seemed to be quivering all over. 

Deon felt his own signals of impending climax, and withdrew from Mary's ass. He quickly grabbed the least soiled part of the condom and stripped it off, tossing it in a trash can, close by. With a few quick strokes of his hand, his climax arrived, spewing his hot seed all over Mary's back.

"What the fuck!" she laughed. "Why didn't you leave it in the rubber? Now I need a shower before I can sleep."

"You needed one anyway, and it was something I've always wanted to do. The women in the porn films seem to enjoy it so much. Not true, huh?"

"Well, it 'was' nice and warm, but otherwise, truthfully, it didn't do much for me. Sorry."

"Frankly, me neither, but this time will be better."

"What do you mean, this time?"

"I'm going back in, bareback, right now," he said, pushing his cock into her pucker.

She felt him breaching her back door with little or no resistance. "Deon, no...oh, god, oh... oh, oh, oh, oh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ugh ah ahah ah ah ahahah, arhh arggh, arrrggghhh!" she screamed as she experienced her second anal climax, triggered by the feeling of Deon's hot seed splattering against her dark walls.

Deon collapsed onto her back, spreading his earlier cum all over her. She sighed contentedly as she felt his weight settle on her. "Mmmm. Maybe all those girls weren't wrong about anal. It was certainly better the second time around."

"Yeah, but I doubt if it'll ever be my favorite."

"Me, neither, but, at least now I won't be totally afraid to try that ungodly threesome you described, taking two men at once."

"And you still have to try it in the missionary position."

"You're kidding! Aren't you? No, I can see, you're not. Oh, shit! Some other time!"

The young lovers fell asleep after sharing a shower, peculiarly characterized by an almost total lack of sex play. After the shower, they made their way to bed and slept for nearly an entire clock-around, not waking until early mid-evening. Mary agreed with Deon's suggestion they go out for dinner. He took her to his favorite diner. Donna was off, but Karen was working the register, so he got his free meal, but paid for Mary's lasagne.

After eating, Deon took Mary to the bar where he had met Amanda. The football team was there, celebrating a successful pre-season game with a near-by college of similar size. It didn't take long for them to notice the pretty girl on the nerd's arm. Amanda, standing near Kyle saw his attention stray from her.

When she saw the reason, and her date, she was assailed by conflicting emotions. She was jealous of Mary because Mary attracted so much attention, especially from the two men in whom she was invested, plus she was immediately attracted to Deon, remembering her experience a couple of weeks ago. 

Kyle recognized Deon as the guy who had had the nerve to ask his date to dance. With just enough alcohol under his belt to impair his judgment, he figured it was time for some payback. He made his way to the couple where they were standing at the bar. "Hey there, pretty lady, how about you come dance with me. I'm sure your friend won't mind, will you, buddy?"

Deon looked at Mary, who was looking a bit overwhelmed. "Mary, I want you to enjoy yourself, but I also want you to remember you are going home with me tonight. If you think things are getting too much for you to handle, I want you to call me. No matter where you are, I'll hear you and come to your rescue."

He turned to Kyle. "Of course not, Kyle. While you dance with Mary, I'll dance with Mandy. I wanted to talk to her, anyhow." Kyle frowned. He wasn't sure he wanted this confident guy anywhere near his favorite sex toy.

Before he could react, Mary had taken his hand and started for the dance floor. Deon caught Mandy's eye and beckoned her to meet him near the band. They danced to the rest of the song, an up-tempo number which didn't involve a lot of contact. The next number was a slow, romantic song. Deon watched while Kyle lifted Mary and held her body against his as they moved around in a circle. He pulled Mandy into his arms and was surprised when she seemed to melt against his body, her hips pressed tightly against his.

"I've been thinking about you," she whispered in his ear. "Only three more weeks to our date in the library. 

"Is she your girl, or someone like me, someone you just found? I think Kyle is jealous. He thought there had been someone else that night, but couldn't think of anytime or anybody; I was just hornier than usual when we got to his car."

Deon watched as Kyle's right hand slid down over Mary's butt from where it held her waist. It stopped when it reached the bottom of her cheek, the fingers obviously pressed into the crack of her ass. She wiggled her hips and legs, trying to dislodge his hand. Deon maneuvered Mandy so they were soon dancing alongside Kyle and Mary.

In a low voice only Kyle and the girls could hear, he said, "Kyle, I want you to listen and believe me. If you don't take your hand from Mary's butt right now and set her down gently, your days playing football and fucking are finished." Mary flashed him a smile of thanks. 

Deon heard Astarte speaking in his head. When she was done, he looked at Mandy, then at Kyle. "Kyle, Mandy tells me you two are engaged. Is that right?" When the large tackle began to nod, Deon said, "Truth, now."

"Naw," said the large man, "I just did that so I could fuck her, 'n' she w'un't fuck anyone else. I got a wife. My high school sweetheart. Her grades weren't good enough to get into regular college. She's a hairdresser at the mall."

"She know about Mandy?"

"Fuck, no! You think I'm nuts? She'd cut my balls off if she thought there was someone else."

"I think we should all go visit her. Or call her and have her meet us here. Which would you rather?" Just at that time a large crowd of younger teens came in, a mixed crowd, including his sister. Kyle saw them and paled. If his wife came and saw all the young girls and his teammates, she would know he had been cheating. 

"Uhh, it'd be better if we go. I better call and make sure she's home, and up to visitors."

"No, we'll just drop in. Mary and I will follow you. Mandy, whom do you want to ride with?"

"With you; I just realized, I don't even know your name."

Gideon smiled. "For now, you and Kyle can call me Master. I might change that later. For tonight, you, too, Mary" She laughed and nodded.

"Yes, Master," she said, leaning on the title, with a small giggle.

"Go get your car, Kyle, and wait for me out front. I see someone I have to say hello to." Kyle nodded and left through the back door. Deon had the girls go out the front, to his car, across the street. He made his way through the crowd of football players and orientees to his sister. He tapped her on the shoulder and called her name.

Sally turned around, amazed someone here would know her name. When she saw Deon, she yelled in surprise, with a smile a mile wide. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him with an open mouth, to the delight of the surrounding crowd. Some of the football players recognized him as the guy with the choice fox they had seen earlier.

"Hey, Dude, leave some of the babes for us." 

"Hey, Mac, share the goods."

"Save some of that for us, will ya?"

"What's the shrimp got, anyway?"

Sally broke the kiss with her smile intact. "Where's Mary? God, Dee, I'm having so much fun. I haven't had any sleep since I left you, and I don't think I'll get any tonight. We're supposed to visit one of the sororities for a pajama party. And..."

"I get the picture. Just take it easy. Have fun, but stay safe, okay?" he gave her a hug. "I have to run. Mary's waiting for me outside with another couple. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her and silently asked Astarte to look after her.

Outside, he got in his car, joining Mary and Mandy. He saw Kyle in a car just ahead of him, and signaled he should get going. Kyle led them to an apartment building north of the campus, a few blocks beyond the museum where Deon worked. They found places to park and met at the entrance.

As Deon and the girls approached him, Kyle, in a plaintiff voice, asked, "Do we really need to do this, Master? She's going to be awfully upset, me not calling first."

Deon laughed. "Don't worry about that; she'll be delighted to see us all when we get there. It's later, when she learns why we're here, you should worry about. I want you to confess to her about feeling up my girl, Mary; leading Mandy on to the point of her wanting to get pregnant so you'd marry her sooner; and all the other cheerleaders you've been fucking."

"She'll rip my dick off, I swear!"

"I don't think so. I have a proposition for her I think she'll go for. Let's go in, now, so you can face the music."

Terri Woolhouse was a medium height, chestnut haired, green eyed, busty twenty-five year old. Moderately attractive, she would draw your eye if you saw her coming down the street, but would be quickly forgotten as soon as she was past you. Her most attractive feature was her green eyes. The most memorable was the d -sized bust on her size six frame. 

To Deon's delight, and Kyle's embarrassment, she was wearing only one of Kyle's tee-shirts when they walked in unannounced. "Kyle!" she screamed. "What the fuck are you doing here at this time of the week? And who in hell is this?" she yelled in a demanding tone.

"Hello," replied Deon. "Kyle tells us you are his wife. I'd like to talk to you alone for a few minutes. Where can we go?"

Terri had a puzzled look on her face as she answered, "This way," and led Deon to the bedroom. Several minutes later, when they came out, she looked even more puzzled. She walked up to her husband, tipped her head back to look him in the face, and asked, "Is what this guy tells me right, that you have something to confess?"

Kyle gave Deon a baleful look, but nodded. "Yeah, I..."

"I don't need details. Just yes or no; you've been screwing around, doing the cheerleaders and anything else you can fit that pitiful dick into, right?"

Kyle nodded. "I knew when we got married you'd probably sniff out as many dumb bitches as you could find to dip that pitiful piece of meat into, and, if you had been smart and kept it from me, I wouldn't have cared. But no, you had to bring it here and shove it in my face; so now, I have to do something about it. 

" Well, sauce for the goose, as they say. Would one of you girls bring a chair from the kitchen?" She went to a bureau in the foyer and pulled open a drawer, from which she extracted some scarves. She directed Kyle to place the chair in front of the faux fireplace in the living room and to sit in it. When he was situated, she handed Deon two of the scarves and indicated he was to tie Kyle's hands to the back uprights of the chair. She then kneeled and tied his feet to the front legs of the chair.




Astarte Ch. 04



When his feet were secure, she reached up and opened his pants to pull out his dick. With a combination of hands and lips, she soon had him erect. From somewhere, she produced a condom which she placed in her mouth, and, with a motion which denoted a lot of practice, pushed her mouth down his prick. When she withdrew, Kyle's four inch long dick was perfectly coated with the condom. 

Standing up, she drew the tee shirt over her head, leaving her as bareassed as when she was born. "Strip!" she ordered, looking at Deon. "Girls, feel free to entertain yourselves anyway you want; just keep your hands and mouths off my husband's dick. He is to get no help except what he can see me doing." She turned to look at Deon, whose erection was bobbing in space before him. 

"OMG! A grownup cock! Kyle, since we started dating, I've never even looked at another man; never even wondered what it would be like to have a big cock in me like I hear other women talking about. Now look at the present you've brought me. Mister, I don't know your name, and I don't want to know it. Just get that cock over here and start fucking me!"

When Deon first started servicing Terri, Mandy spoke up. "Is it Terri? You know, Kyle hates to do oral, at least on me. And you have the only other available cock. Since he's in no position to object, would it be okay if I made Kyle eat me? Mary and I could tip him onto his back."

Terri smiled. "That's a great idea, and they say blondes are dumb. Just turn him so he can watch me when he's not busy with you two." 

By midnight, Deon had come four times. Each time, Terri had taken her cummy quim to Kyle to clean with his tongue. The condom he wore hung down with nearly a half cup of cum weighting the receptacle end. Terri playfully nudged it. "Got more, to fill this up?"

Kyle simply groaned. Between his wife and his girlfriend, not to mention Mary, he had eaten more pussy tonight than since he had left high school. It was all he could do to keep his gorge down after cleaning the cum from his wife. Just the thought of eating cum turned his stomach. It just wasn't something 'real' men did.

He watched his wife sashay back across the room to the little nerd. She crawled onto the couch and positioned herself between his legs. She pushed her face into his crotch and began bobbing it up and down. "Damn, that little guy had a prick made for a porn star," he thought. He wondered if he'd ever be able to satisfy his wife again; indeed, if she'd even feel him in her. 

With his peripheral vision, he noticed movement on the couch. His wife was turning around and assuming the doggie position. Nerd was up on his knees behind her. Christ! Didn't he ever get tired? What's he doing? His cock is aimed too high for Terri's pussy. OMG! No! Not her ass! She had never let him in there, now she was giving it up to some guy she just met. Oh, shit, Terri. Did you have to...and in front of me. He turned his head to look away, and looked into Mandy's bare pussy. Fuck it! He thought, and closed his eyes.

In a few minutes, he heard Terri as her orgasm approached. Her breathing started coming in pants, her vocalizations were something that sounded like oh uh oh uh oh uh...until her final climactic scream caused him to open his eyes and look at her...in the doggie position, Deon clearly in her ass; her body rigid, head thrown back so she was screaming at the moon.

As he watched, Deon began to move rapidly. Kyle immediately understood the motion and was not surprised when the smaller man froze in mid stroke, only to begin mini-thrusting in a few seconds. 

When Deon stopped, Terri pulled away from his cock and stood up to walk to him, an evil grin on her face. She stopped with a foot on either side of his face so he was looking directly into her perineal region, coated with the telltale signs of her recent activity.

He shook his head, saying "No, Terri, please, no, not that, please," as she lowered herself to his lips. 

She looked down into his eyes between her thighs. "We're almost done, lover. Are you going to fuck around some more?" He shook his head. "Sweetie, if you want this night to end, you better use some tongue on my ass to be sure you get it all cleaned out. Otherwise...I'm not sure what I'd have to do, but you can be sure it'll be worse than french kissing my asshole. Maybe cleaning the cock that reams yours? Would you like that?"

Kyle shook his head as vigorously as he could, his tongue busy laving Terri's pucker. Her smile was small comfort as the contents rolled into his mouth. Both the taste and the texture were different than when he had cleaned her pussy. The thought of what he was taking in made his gorge threaten again. Finally, Terri rose to her feet. Her next words elicited a sobbing "No!" from him. 

"Okay, lover, your turn to get cleaned up by the mouth here." Upon hearing her husband's reaction, Terri squatted next to his face and pulled his head into her crotch. "Listen, you piece of shit, you have a choice. You can clean this man's cock now, or after he uses it to fuck your ass. Your choice. Then you get to choose how you're going to behave the rest of the time you're in school and I'm working my ass off to keep you there. What's it going to be, now or later?"

There was no hesitation. "Now," he choked out. He felt the ties on his arms and legs being released. 

"On your knees, Kyle. Do it properly. Without hands. I want to see you swallow him, like you try to make me swallow you."

Kyle opened his mouth to accept the erect, feces and cum coated member. His tongue tentatively encountered it as the rigid organ entered his face. A hand on the back of his head pushed it forward, toward Deon, then pulled it back only to push it forward harder, forcing the invading penis down his throat. He gagged and almost vomited. Between the foul musty taste and odor, and the slimy texture of the mixture, it was all he could do to keep from vomiting all over Deon's legs.

A sense of relief swept over Kyle as he felt Deon step back and pull his cock from the tackle's mouth. Still the taste and odor remained. Terri, in a suspiciously solicitous tone, asked, "Need to wash your mouth?" He nodded. When he felt hands on his prick, pulling off the condom, he began to panic. They wouldn't; they couldn't! They promised, once he cleaned the cock, he was done. And, then, realized he had no choice. 

As soon as the condom's contents cleared his mouth, Kyle bolted for the bathroom. The retching sounds were clearly audible in the living room for several minutes. Kyle and the girls got dressed. "Will you be okay after we leave," Mandy asked Terri.

"Yeah. I'll send him back to the dorm until he's ready to forgive me for tonight. He knows I love him, no matter what he does, and he loves me. I'm just thankful he didn't join a frat. I think that would have been more than we could have handled."

Deon nodded. "I'm going to go talk to him for a minute, then we have to be on our way." He found his way to the bathroom. Kyle was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, next to the ivory throne.

"What the fuck do you want?" Kyle asked, his voice hoarse from the upchucking.

"Just to make sure you're basically alright. And to offer some advice. I want you to think about how you hurt your wife, and how to make amends for it."

In response, Kyle snorted. Deon heard Astarte talking to him. "Terri's not your wife, is she?"

Kyle looked at him, shocked. Nobody knew the truth of his and Terri's relationship. "What do you know?"

"I know she's your older sister, responsible for you since you were fifteen, when your parents were killed in a plane crash. How did you become lovers?"

"I'm not sure lovers is the right word. She was giving me hell for the way I had been treating a girl I was dating. I was being a shithead, as usual, treating her like she didn't matter. Anyhow, Terri was ragging on me for being an inconsiderate sonofabitch. I lost it. Went berserk and attacked her. I guess I beat her pretty bad. I blackened her eyes and cracked some ribs.

"When I regained control, she was lying on the floor, not moving. I was scared shitless. I thought I had killed her. When she opened her eyes, I was so damn thankful, I promised God, never again. I got her cleaned up, and taped up her ribs. She needed help with bathing and her hair for a month or so. I started sleeping in her bed so I could help her in the night, just getting into and out of bed to use the john. 

"When she was healed, she asked me to stay, said she had gotten used to having me there. It wasn't long after that we started having sex with each other. 

"When I got the scholarship, we talked and she agreed to help me. In return, I had to promise to behave, pay attention to my grades, and not screw up. Her neighbors think I'm her husband, and I'm listed that way on my college records. I visit her three or four nights a week, to take care of her needs. 

"Not just sex. She's in a business where it's hard to meet men the right age, and all her co-workers are at least ten years older than her, with families, so there's not a lot of socializing with them. I'm about all she's got. She needs somebody like you, somebody smart she can talk to about stuff, not some thick headed jock who's only interested in where his dick is going next."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Kyle. It shows you care about your sister, and you need to do that. What happened to you here was all my fault. I told Terri what to say, what to do, just like I told you to bring us here."

"Why? What'd I do to you?"

"You were feeling my date up on the dance floor, and when she objected, you refused to stop. Plus, you've been leading Mandy on, letting her think you two were going to get married. For some reason, that just pissed me off, more than feeling up my date.

"Now it's time for you to make a decision. Continue with your sister as your wife. I don't know how long you've been able to pull it off, but apparently you've been successful at it for a while. Just stay faithful to her. Or, divorce her, so to speak, and let her be your sister again, so you both can go out and sport fuck all you want. But it's one way or the other, not both. Decide what she means to you. Find out what she wants. Make a grown up choice."

Deon pulled his car into the lot by the dorm hosting the orientation attendees and parked. The melee in front of the dorm was more than he wanted to contend with in his SUV. He made his way into the lobby and began to search for Sally. An outbreak of raucous laughter drew his attention to a crowd near the front windows, centered around a tallish green haired...Sally? "What the fuck?" he thought, walking to them.

"Sally, what in hell have you done to your hair?" he asked, as he made his way through the crowd.

"Deon!" she squealed in delight. "Don't you just love it? When my roommates discovered I was part Irish, they all decided I should go green. So we mixed up some shampoo and food coloring. I think it looks cool."

Deon reached up and ran his fingers through his sister's hair. It came away covered in a green powder. "We'll see. If we can't at least tone it down, your mom will kill both of us. It looks like it might wash out, mostly. Maybe Astarte can help us fix it so your head will stay on. C'mon, the car's in the parking lot. Where's your bag?"

Sally was talking a mile a minute, describing her activities since she had checked in two days ago. In addition to the rapidity of her speech, she wasn't able to maintain a clear and coherent train of narration, flitting from thought to thought, often changing stories in the middle of a statement. 

Deon recognized the signs of an insomniac high. Between the planned activities and the mischief she and her roommates had provoked, she hadn't slept since Thursday. From the time he pulled her from her circle of friends to pulling into his driveway, fifteen minutes later, all he learned was that she had had a great time.

He turned sideways in his seat and looked at Sally. Softly, he reached up and placed his fingers over her mouth, silencing her. She turned to look at him, her large blue eyes bright with excitement. Slowly he pulled her to him and kissed her. "Sally," he whispered, "I know how wound up you are, and how excited you are, but I want you to go in and take a nap. Go and sleep for a couple of hours or until I come to wake you. Okay?"

"Will you come make love to me first? Then I can sleep." Deon grinned and nodded.

Inside the house, Mary and Mandy were just getting out of their shared shower. Last night, after his marathon copulation with Terri, Deon had claimed he was worn out and needed sleep, leaving the girls on their own. Both were still highly aroused from teasing Kyle and watching Terri and Deon fucking like minks in heat. 

Mary had discovered she liked the taste of pussy, and the touch of a woman's tongue even more. She also learned she enjoyed the feeling of power inducing an orgasm in another woman gave her. It had been a most satisfying evening, in many ways. 

The recent virgin and the blonde were engaged in a passionate farewell kiss when Sally and Deon entered the house. He grinned when he saw the two nude women entwined in each other, oblivious to Sally and him. He coughed, alerting them to their presence. "Hi, girls. Mary, can you drive Mandy back to her sorority. Sally's on a sleepless high and I have to get her calmed down before she crashes."

"Be glad to. Which one and where?" she asked Mandy.

"It's Pi-U- Sigma, right on Oakenstaff Boulevard, across from the Art Building. It's only a couple of turns from here, about ten minutes one way. I can show you my house. It's one of the oldest sororities on campus, with the oldest, continuously occupied sorority house in the state." Mandy grinned. "You can come up and see my room; meet my roommate. You'll like her; she went LUG last year because her grades were slipping, but I don't think it helped much."

"LUG?"

"Lezzie until Graduation, but she's been so horny this summer, she barely passed the courses she had to make up. Personally, I think she needs..."

Deon missed the end of the statement as the girls disappeared into the guest room. He led Sally to their bedroom and pushed her to sit on the bed. He knelt to take off her shoes. As he pulled off the first one, both legs suddenly rose in the air as Sally collapsed back onto the bed, sound asleep. He laughed and lifted her into the center of the bed after removing the other shoe. He covered her with sheet and went to the living room and plopped down in the easy chair, marveling at how his life had changed in the past few weeks.

First and foremost, there was Astarte. Besides her amazing gifts, there were the two times they had made love. Each time had been fabulous, and each time he had come away feeling stronger and more capable at everything.

Then, there was Bertie--Professor Roberta McGee, his Art History instructor. Two years ago, she had nearly failed him when he had challenged some of the authorities she had quoted in class. Not until he had produced more recently published opinions upholding his challenges did she relent and give him his only C grade so far in college. Now, their relationship was based as much on mutual respect as it was on the physical act of sex. Their couplings came as close to making love, without love being involved, as could be.

Mandy--she had pissed him off in the bar that night, but something about her, some sense of pathos, had caught him. Last night, learning her 'lover' had used a false promise of marriage to reserve her for himself had really rattled his anger chain. It reminded him some of the story his mother had related to him about Sally's father. He was looking forward to their tryst in the stacks.

Jordan, now there was a real revenge fuck, for his sister's friend. Except he had wound up feeling sorry for her. What a fucked up family. He wondered if he'd ever see her again, and what would happen if he did. In spite of her being basically unwilling, it had been a great screw.

Mary. Wow, talk about a hidden volcano. There wasn't anything she wouldn't try once, twice, if pressed, he was sure. He didn't think she'd be home for a while. PUS, as a sorority, had quite a reputation. Ninety percent of the girls claimed LUG status, but like Mandy, had a more or less monogamous relationship most of the time with some guy on campus, for the occasional necessary relief.

Terri. Now there was a hottie he wouldn't mind seeing again, he thought, stroking himself through his slacks. He wondered what Kyle would decide. If she were his sister, he knew what the answer would be. Anyone who loved him enough to take that kind of beating and still accept him in bed, talk about true love. That brought to mind

Sally. Ahhh, yesss, he sighed mentally at the thought of his sister. Even before he received Astarte's gift, he had been in love with his sister. He had never conceived of the possibility she returned his love. Of all the human women he had made love with, he had enjoyed his times with her the most. As open as Mary, she was as much concerned about his pleasure as he was hers, desiring to be with 'him,' regardless of the activity.

Mom. How? When? It had been Sally's suggestion, but it had struck a chord and he knew it was something he wanted, had, to do. Astarte had promised it would happen, and apparently soon since it would delay Sally's starting college. 

And tomorrow night, Donna, the cute buxom waitress at the diner. She was going to be working with him at the museum. She was reluctant, but with Astarte's promise and the skills Bertie had shown him, he knew he'd be in her panties tomorrow night, and the next morning.

"Deon! Where are you?" Sally called, interrupting his reverie. "I thought you said we'd..."

"I'll be right there, sweets. You conked out on me when I was taking off your shoes. And as much as I love loving you, not when you can't enjoy it."

"Well, I can now. Get that fucker in here!"



Astarte Ch. 05



Deon woke up and stretched, straightening both arms and legs as much as possible. Upon relaxing, he became aware of another body in his bed. He turned and looked into the bright blue eyes of his sister. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said with a grin. "I've been waiting for you to wake up for at least ten minutes, but it seems like an hour."

He grinned in return, and instead of answering, moved his body over hers, forcing his knees between her thighs. Sally put her hand up to his chest, stopping him. "You need to go talk to Mary. I was up when she came in last night, and heard her crying. I went to ask her what was wrong, but she wouldn't talk to me. Go see what's going on with her."

Deon sighed and got out of bed. Pulling on a pair gym shorts, he headed for the guest room. On the way he called for Astarte. "You won't need me for this," she answered him. "You'll know what to do; just follow your instincts."

He knocked on the guest room door, waited a few seconds for an answer and pushed the door open. Mary was sitting on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, naked. When she heard the door open, she looked to see who was coming in, and smiled when she saw Deon. "Morning, Deon. Sally okay?"

"Pretty much; worried about you. She said you were crying when you came in last night."

"Yeah, I guess I was. I don't want to go home, or to Paris. I want to stay here and go to school. I was talking to some of the PUS girls, some who are in the teaching school. They showed me how I can tailor my program and get nearly the same background as I could in Paris, for less money, even though it would take more time. But I would be among people who spoke my language, close to home. I can even use the scholarship here, and I'm sure I'd be able to convince my parents..."

"I hear a great big but coming." Deon interrupted.

"It's too late to get accepted for the Fall, but I could take classes on a part time basis, except that I don't have a place to live. To stay in any of the dorms, I have to be a full time student, the same with a sorority house. If I don't start using the scholarship by January, I lose it, and second semester doesn't start until February. I need to find a job, and..." 

She started to tear up. "Mouse shit! That's all it is, just pure mouse shit. None of it can't be overcome when confronted one at a time, but altogether...I just don't know where to start, and I have to start today; I only have three weeks to get it all organized."

"Christ, Mary! I was afraid you were going to tell me you'd been assaulted and gang raped at the sorority last night." he paused, looking at her, marveling at how pretty Astarte had made her. "You can stay here as long as you need to, until the first of the year, anyhow. That's when we all have to move. But we'll find a place big enough to include you. And I know a job that will be available as soon as school starts. It's waitressing in a diner, but I can talk to the owner, and maybe get you some time helping their cook. She thinks she owes me a favor."

"Do you mean it? Can I really? Ohh, Deon, you are the greatest," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "As far as all the rest of the men in the world are concerned, I'm totally asexual, but you can fuck me any time, any way you want to," she said, kissing him and pulling him down on the bed.

"Take it easy, Mary," warned Sally from the doorway. "Remember, he's taken." 

"I know, Sal, but just a few times a month, five, ten, fifteen or so," she laughed. "I owe him a lot. He just made it possible for me to come to school with you."

"He did? That's great, Mary, but what about Paris? I thought you were set on going there."

"It was really my mom's choice; she said I had to see some of the world outside the US before I got settled down. She'll be disappointed, but also relieved. It was going to cost a lot of money beyond the scholarship."

"How are...never mind. Let's get ready and you can tell me all about it on the way home."

Later, that afternoon, shortly after the girls had gone, the phone rang. Deon picked it up and heard his mother talking to someone in the background. "Hello. Mom?"

"Deon, thank goodness, you're home. I need to settle some transportation, and wanted to talk to you first. I have to fly to St. Louis this weekend, and there's a flight out of San' Angelo Friday night. I thought I might come up Thursday and you could take me to the airport Friday."

"That sounds great. What time would you get here, and when do you leave?" They spent several minutes settling details. When he hung up, Deon realized he was semi erect with anticipation. He would be alone with his mother for nearly 24 hours. He looked at the clock, thinking about it, and suddenly realized, he had ten minutes to get to work.

On the way, he called the diner and asked for Donna. "Deon? Is something wrong?" she asked when she got to the phone.

"No, nothing's wrong. I was just calling to see what time you were done."

"I'm still not sure this is a good idea. I know what you want to do; I don't think I can..."

"Donna, I know I came on kinda strong the other day. You won't have to do anything you feel uncomfortable doing. If you'd rather just go get something to eat someplace else, that's fine. I just want to see you."

She relaxed, and felt the tingle in her quim that had been there all weekend. "I'm being silly," she said. "Dinner at your place will be fine. I get off at nine. I'm sorry for being such a ninny."

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, Donna. I'll see you at nine."

Deon arrived at the diner at 9:05. Karen was at the register. "She's in the back changing. She's been nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs since you called." She smiled at the young student. There was something about him which stirred her juices. "If you're looking just for some fun, with no ties..." she said, straightening and pushing her ample bust forward. "You know what they say about us older women." 

"Careful, Karen. You know what they say about young men and temptation. I'm not sure either of us would survive." Karen laughed and nodded toward the kitchen door, where Donna had just appeared.

Karen left the register and walked back to the kitchen, stopping to say something to the younger woman which made her smile and blush. As they walked to his car, Deon asked, "What did Karen say?"

"She said to have fun and not do anything she wouldn't do, but at the moment, with you, she couldn't think what that would be." Donna grinned. "She was trying to make a joke, but I think she was telling the truth. When you took care of her face that day, she said if she were thirty years younger, she'd have you in bed so fast, it would make my head spin.

"What is it about you, anyway? I saw you at the bar the other night. You came in with one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen; danced with Kyle Woolhouse's designated toy and I thought she was going to screw you on the dance floor, and then you walk up to another really attractive girl in the group that had just come in and she throws herself at you. And for some reason, you say you want me. Why me? I'm..."

"Why not you? You're as pretty as any of the girls you mentioned, if not prettier."

"You wouldn't say that if you really knew me."

"I can't think of anything you could tell me that would make me think otherwise, unless you beat little children and kittens."

She laughed. "No, not that."

"What then?"

"Maybe later, if the evening gets that far."

They had arrived at Deon's house. He got them each a beer and began pulling cans from his pantry. In a few minutes he had a Putanesca sauce simmering on the stove, waiting for the pasta to finish cooking. He quickly assembled a salad and sliced some bread. Thirty minutes after arriving they were sitting down to eat.

After dinner, they broke out their books and notes and began reviewing for the Art History class they shared. At one point, he helped clarify a stumbling point she was having problems with concerning French Impressionism. When she looked at him with a smile of appreciation, he reached up and gently cradled her head and pulled her to him for a kiss. She started to withdraw, then yielded to the kiss. Lips parted; mouths opened; tongues got involved.

Donna pulled back. "Deon, I think I should tell you about me, to avoid disappointment later."

"Okay," he replied, frowning. He looked at the young blonde. She was an interesting study in contrasts, a natural blonde, he was sure, her skin had a slightly dusky color, making her dark blonde hair seem lighter. The dark skin also set off her hazel eyes, making them look greener. 

She spoke hesitantly, often near tears. "Six years ago, in the May of my senior year in high school, I was bicycling home from a friend's house. She lived about a mile out of town, and it was about an hour before sundown. The road wasn't really a back road, but not a main road, either. At that time of day... barely any traffic. About a half mile from my friend's house, a van ran me into the ditch. I fell and hit my head... I was dazed... not out... but not really in control.

"Two guys in the van jumped out and carried me back to the van... I thought they were going to take me to the hospital and I tried to tell them I was okay... They just laughed and... began... taking off my clothes. When I was naked... they started... taking turns with me... There were... four of them... The last hour...they made me... take... three at a time. When they were done...they just pushed me out of the van... back into the ditch where they had run me off the road... They didn't even give me back my clothes... I didn't recognize any of them. They looked like they might have been migrants, but they weren't Latino."

"And you think this experience somehow makes you undesirable?"

"According to my father, who's a deacon in the local church, like all women who have sex before they get married, I'm damaged goods." She choked back a sob. "It also...I've tried with a couple of guys...and I just can't...I freeze... and get all...numb inside, like somebody... turns a switch... as soon as a guy tries to... touch me.

"I know why it happens, but the therapists I've tried can't seem to help. One said just let it happen; another talked about trust issues and my relationship with my father. God! The jerk!" She started to tear up more. "I should go now. Will you take me home, please?"

Deon spoke softly. "Donna, I want you to listen to me, and to really hear me. What happened to you, what those men did, was horrific, and they should be castrated for it. But, and you must believe this, it doesn't make you 'damaged goods' any more than if you cut your hand. I can't believe a father would say that to a daughter who had been through what happened to you, deacon or not. 

"The reaction you have when you try to make love, is called Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Your body is reacting to what happened to you, and to your memory of it.

"In a way, the therapist who said just do it was right. You have to face your fear and the memory to over come its effects. I think that is what the second one was trying, not very well, to do. You have to learn to trust men again, and to do that, you examine the relationship with a male which has been most successful, usually the father figure, although, in your case, I'm not so sure.

"So, no, I won't take you home. You don't really want to go, do you?" he asked, making it sound like a statement. She shook her head. "You want to spend the night with me, don't you? Then you will. Come with me," he ordered, holding out his hand.

In the bedroom, he pulled the nervous young woman into his arms and kissed her. While their lips were busy with each other, he found the buttons on the front of her blouse and began to unfasten them. He felt her start and pull away. Holding the lapels of the blouse, he pulled her back without relinquishing her lips. Under his, he felt her smile. Then her hands were pushing his out of the way and finishing the task he had started. 

He moved his lips from her mouth to her ear. "Yes. Good girl," he whispered. His hands dropped to her waist and sought the button holding the waistband of her jeans closed. He opened the waist and pulled her zipper down. He felt her stiffen against him. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. "Come, lie down with me," he said, picking her up and placing her on the bed. He finished removing her jeans and lay down beside her, his clothes still on.

"Take off your clothes, Deon. You being dressed reminds me too much of..." He stopped her with a gentle kiss. He stood up and, letting her watch, stripped to his jockeys. Her shy smile was almost reward enough.

He rejoined her and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. When she lifted her face to look at him, he kissed her, just grazing her lips with his tongue. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue entry to play with hers. Her hand pushing his to her breast let him know it was time to remove her bra. 

The feel of bare skin on bare skin resulted in mutual mmmms of pleasure and harder kisses. He felt her nipples harden against his chest and sought one out with his hand while his mouth engulfed the other one. Her resulting moan was deep enough to be a groan. Her leg slipped over his hip and pulled him to her, pushing his erection into her pubis. "Uuuuoooohhhh," was all she could say.

She pushed Deon off her nipple and pulled his face up so she could look in his eyes. "Take me now, Deon. Take me hard. There's no need to be gentle. Just fuck me; fuck me like there won't ever be another time for either of us," and she pulled him to her for a kiss he felt in his balls.

The next day, in class, Bertie noticed a richness and depth to the questions and answers offered by one of her students from whom she usually got minimal answers. She caught Deon's eye and raised her eyebrow in question. He just shrugged and smiled. Bertie smiled and shook her head.

The next day, the young woman's new found expertise was also noticed by her fellow students, drawing appreciative glances from some of the men in the class. Bertie watched her as she left the lecture hall at the end of class. Even her carriage had changed. Bertie was sure she knew why. She glanced at her watch. She was due at Deon's in an hour. They had some time before he had to be at work, then it was her turn to cook for him while he went to his museum job.

After their greeting hug and kiss, she leaned back in his arms, and, with a grin, asked, "So, what's the deal with you and Donna George? And don't try to deny it. She may be saying them, but her answers are yours."

"Not entirely. She knows the material. She just didn't have the confidence to articulate it. We've been studying together for a couple of nights now. I think it's helped her. At least, I hope so."

"More than just studying, if I'm a judge of women. I've seen her in class before and passed right over her; today, she had the bearing of a, a, a 'star,' there's no other way to say it. And you should be ready for some competition, the way the other men were looking at her today." 

"I hope so; she deserves to be happy."

Thursday noon, Deon was standing in the living room, watching out the window for his mother when he saw her Mercedes SLK 55 pull into the driveway. By the time she was standing up out of the roadster, he was at her side, asking for her luggage. Laughing, she reached back in the cockpit and popped open the small trunk for him. He lifted out her suitcase and led her to the house. 

After he had deposited her luggage in the guest room and she had used the facilities to refresh herself, they met in the living room. He greeted her with a warm hug, which she returned. "Can I get you a drink, coffee, tea, soda, wine, whiskey?"

"Wow, a full service bar, huh? I thought you said the owner was a medical professional. Sounds more like a restauranteur."

"Well, the first three are from me. The wine is sherry, and it's Jim Beam or Johnny Walker. Dr. Hill was one of the first nurse practitioners in the state, and is the Director of the Community Nursing program."

Kate smiled. "Tea will be fine, Dee. I could use a drink of something stronger, but it's still a little early. And some cheese and crackers, if possible. I had a small breakfast a long time ago." 

"Of course. I'll go put the tea on. Make yourself comfortable."

"I'll come help. I know it's only been a couple of weeks, but I feel we have a lot to discuss. Sally said she had a good time during Orientation. What in hell happened to her hair?"

"Her roommates. They got it in their heads, after a night out convincing upperclassmen to buy them drinks, that she was Irish and needed to show it off. It was just shampoo and lime jello. It should have washed right out, but I guess it stayed on too long and some of the color bled into her hair. It should cover easily enough, and wash out in a week or so of regular washing."

"Kids! I'm amazed the human race has survived sometimes. How do they think up some of the stunts they pull?" she paused while he poured the hot water over the tea bags.

"I hear Mary might be joining us in the house; that she's given up her Paris plans. That's making her father happy. Her mom was a bit put out, but seemed mollified a bit when Mary said you'd be here to keep an eye on her, and that she could go to Paris later, on a foreign study program. I think she was more impressed by you being around to sort of supervise her little girl. I refrained from telling her about your adventures with her 'little girl,'" she said, with a sly smile.

Deon grinned. "She 'did' promise me anytime, any way, but I don't think she was totally sincere. She had just spent the night with the Pi-U-Sigs and learned of the benefits of going LUG."

Kate laughed. "I won't tell Marg. It's probably better for everyone if she doesn't know what her 'little girl' is up to. " She cocked her head to one side as she took a slice of cheese and a cracker. "And how about Sally? Is she okay with you having sex with her friend?"

Deon looked at his mother, wondering how much to tell. He decided to tell it all. "We set up the first threesome so Sally could watch me with another girl. It was my suggestion when she asked me about helping Mary. She said it made her so hot she felt like she peed herself."

Kate took a sip of tea to hide the effect of the sudden tingle she felt between her legs. She wasn't quite fast enough. Deon noticed the micro-expression and correctly interpreted it. He reached out and covered her hand with his. "Was there something else you wanted to talk about, Kate?" her asked, addressing her by her first name for the first time.

She looked up at him, startled, aware of the intimate implications his using her first name held. She tried to look away from him, but found it impossible to do. She was reminded of the struggle she had gone through the morning she had seen him and Sally together. She knew then she was losing the struggle. Deon saw the look of resignation as she set her cup down. He stood up and walked around the table to her, and pulled her to her feet. Without a word, he bent down and kissed her, full on the mouth, separating her lips with his tongue.

"Deon! What are you...Stop it now! Deon! You shouldn't ...oh, oh Deon, don't... stop it this instant! Deo...n; oh, baby what are you doing to me? Don't...stop...oh, noooo; oh, baby, no. you're going to make me... ooooohhhhh, nooooo! What are you...Oh, god, Deon! Nooo...oh Yessssss, harder...faster! Yessss! Like that, baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssss! That's it, baby! Like that! Come on...come in your momma! Give me a baby...your baby...our baby! Do it! Come on; that's it, come on, come in me! Let me feel you come...let me feel your cum! Go, baby, go! Yesssssss; mmm, yes, baby, you did good. Momma's happy. Your Momma loves you, baby."




Astarte Ch. 05



Deon rolled to the side, bringing Kate with him. Still joined, they looked into each other's eyes. Kate spoke first. "I should feel awful... dirty... sinful, but I don't. Right now, all I feel is love. Love for my son, love for my lover. I know, now, what Sally meant when she tried to describe how she felt.

"I can't be like Mary and Sally and promise you anytime, but I don't think I'll be able to say no to you. Just promise me that when it comes to others, you'll be careful; we don't need any nasty surprises."

He smiled. "Does that mean you might welcome some nice surprises?"

"Babies? I told you, I took care of that shortly after Sally was born. It would take a small..." She stopped, recalling a particularly painful period several months ago, several celibate months. "Oh, shit! Damn! Fuckitall!"

"What's wrong," Deon asked, the concern evident on his face and in his voice. Profanity was not unknown in Kate's speech, but the intensity and vehemence with which she spoke scared him.

"When Sally was born, I spoke to my GYN about some sort of birth control which wouldn't require daily dosing. He was investigating the viability of using a multi-year IUD, an infinity loop, coated with a sponge-like ceramic treated with a slow releasing enzyme/hormone combination which inhibited implantation of the fertilized egg for up to four years. 

"The last time I went to have it changed they mentioned something about early participants having problems retaining them. Early this year, during what I thought was just a difficult period, mine might have slipped out. It didn't occur to me that could have been the reason until just now. 

"Well, it's too late now to do anything about it. If it happens, you'll be a secret poppa. How do you feel about that?"

"Pretty damn good!" he said, rolling her on to her back and filling her with his still erect cock. "Pretty fukkin' good, indeed!" Kate laughed and wrapped her legs around her son and began thrusting her hips at him, matching his rhythm.

The morning sunlight was just making its way into the bedroom as Deon came back into the room after emptying his bladder. The light was barely enough to illuminate the nude figure on the bed, but it was enough to stir him to erection. The tall full-busted blonde was a study in chiaroscuro, half of her body highlighted by the sun, the other half in shadow.

Deon approached the bed quietly, aware of his mother's even, shallow breathing, indicating she was still asleep. He got back into bed without disturbing her and knelt between her knees. Bending forward, he lowered his face into her crotch and began softly blowing on her labia. The cool air stream raised some goose bumps in the area. He then got closer, and with his mouth fully open, huffed his warm breath on her labia. 

Kate wiggled her hips, as if annoyed by the sensations. Deon leaned closer, gently kissing along the borders of her labial crease, dividing it with his tongue from the perineal area to her clitoris, then gently lapping at the tiny, sensitive bud. 

"You little snot, stop teasing," Kate said, sleepily, the smile evident in her voice. "On second thought, you better let me up to go pee or it could get messy."

Deon moved out of her way, with a laugh. "Understand. I'll be waiting. It's your turn to be on top."

Kate flashed him a smile and hurried down the hall. When she returned, she crawled on the bed and straddled his knees. Bending down, she deep throated, then released him, and continued knee walking up his body until they were face to face. She kissed him, invading his mouth with her tongue while she took his shaft in her quim. 

When they were pube to pube, she pulled back, and, with a smile, asked, "And when did we start taking turns being on top? Seems to me, I'm behind a few turns, not that I'm complaining, but I personally think the person on top has more opportunity for fun. 

"Like, I can do this," she said, rotating her hips in a full circle, centered on Deon's rod. "And this," pulling away from him until only about half of his crown was still in her, "and this," slowly pushing down his shaft, in short back and forth strokes, eliciting a low moan from him. 

"And then there's this," she said, beginning to withdraw the same way. About half way up his shaft, she began to rotate her hips so that his member was pushed well off center, drawing another moan.

Kate leaned down to whisper in her son's ear, "And, of course, there's this little number." She sat up straight, with him fully imbedded in her. Placing her hands on his chest to support her, she lifted her left knee and moved it across his body, moving her hands and feet until she was facing away from him. She then began the same series of variations she had run through earlier, winding up facing him again.

With a loud groan, Deon thrust upwards, into her and released his spend. Kate grinned and fell on his chest, her hips busy in the instinctual moves of orgasm. "Yesss," she hissed in her lover's ear. "So nice, so very nice. Nap time." Deon turned his face and caught her lips. Embracing her, he rolled on to his side, holding her to him as they slept.

Deon woke to hear his mother on her cell phone, obviously talking to someone at the airline. "How much did you say it was to change my reservation to Sunday? $450? How much would it be if I canceled the ticket I have and rebooked a new flight to St Louis? $350. Fine, do that. Yes, you can. I'm cancelling my flight well in advance of my 12-hour deadline. Yes, my ticket has a 12-hour deadline for cancellations; I pay extra for it because I often to have cancel at the last minute. Thank you. I'll pick up the ticket Sunday at the airport."

He heard her punching in some numbers. Then in a few seconds, "May I speak to Gary Daniels, please. Yes, I can wait...Gary, Kate Davies. I have to cancel our dinner this evening. Yes, some family business I have to take care of. No, my daughter is getting ready to go to University next month, and my son has to change his residence arrangements. Mmhmm, I've changed my flight. I'll be getting in around ten, your time. No, I can take a cab, but thank you. Yes, I'll see you Monday morning around nine-thirty. Have a good weekend. Say hello to Carol for me."

She turned to see him grinning at her. He threw back the covers and patted the bed. Kate laughed. "Breakfast and a shower first. I don't know about you, but I'm so sticky, my thighs feel like they're glued together."

They decided to shower first. Deon explored Kate's body as he soaped and rinsed her, his fingers searching out the sensitive areas that pleased her, that tickled, and the few which resulted in cooling, however slightly, her ardor.

While he did that, she took advantage of her organizational skills and choreographed her movements with his to achieve the same result at the same time. Their mutual orgasm under the running shower brought smiles to both their faces, and, of course, a near total re-wash.

They walked to the kitchen, naked, hip to hip, arm in arm, boob in hand. "Mmm, nice," murmured Deon, hefting her breast.

"Yes," sighed Kate, "it is."

"A little pride showing?"

"Hmmh?"

"I was commenting on what nice breasts you have."

"Oh; I was saying how good it felt, to be held. I've missed it. It's been since... oh, God; too long."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to stir up sad memories."

"You didn't, Dee; I did. So, what would you like for breakfast? What do you normally have in the morning?"

"Coffee and a peanut butter sandwich. Jelly, some times, if I'm not late."

"You're kidding me, right?" She sighed when he shook his head. "All those good breakfasts I cooked for you when you were children, and you wind up eating PBnJ for breakfast. All the time I could have saved myself. Tsk tsk."

"You mean the dry cereal and toast we used to have every day?"

"Rat! You weren't supposed to remember, or to at least keep quiet about it," she laughed. "What else can we do today? Show me where you work? Introduce me to your teacher? Look for a place for when the good Dr. Hill returns?"

"As long as we don't get too far from bed, we can do anything you like," he said with a grin. He set up the coffee pot and got out plates and silverware. 

"You're just like a kid with a new toy." She laughed, then paused briefly. "Or a new girl friend. May I ask, how long have you been sexually active? You seem so different than when you came home at the beginning of summer." She used the interrupt feature and poured them each a cup of coffee. He pulled out cereal and bread for toast.

"Uhhh, about three weeks."

Kate nearly spit her coffee out. "Three... then when I called you to ask you to come home for Sally's birthday, you were telling the truth. Omg!" she laughed. "Not to be nosey, well yes, I guess I do want to be nosey. How many girls, women have you been with?"

Deon blushed as he recounted them in his head. "Hmmm, uh, nine."

"Nine! Deon! Were you listening at all when I talked to you and Sally about fidelity and monogamy? Please don't tell me they were all some bimbos you met in a bar."

"Only one, well maybe two, but the second one was married to the boyfriend of the first one, and she was monogamous with him until me. Then there was Jordan, and Mary. Sally, of course, and a waitress at the diner I go to. She was essentially a virgin, except for an assault when she was a teenager. You and Bertie, and Astarte."

"Who are Bertie and Astarte?"

"Uh, Bertie is my Art History instructor..."

"No! Oh, my god; you've got to be kidding me. The one who gave you such a hard time? How did you...never mind. Who's this Astarte?"

"She's, I guess, she's from Egypt. They sent her to train us in how to clean and care for the new statue Dr. Thomas just bought for the Near East Room. We were working late one night and got to joking around and one thing..."

"I get the picture. Just, please, in the future, either be careful, or better, be safe. The last thing I need is an STD. It's hard enough having to deal with men on this job without having to cope with a perception of being easy."

"I promise. In the future, it'll be just you, Sally, Mary and Bertie. And Astarte, if she comes back. But her return's not guaranteed."

"She must have been pretty special."

"No kidding, Mom, she was a fu..a goddess. If you ever get to meet her, you'll understand." 

After breakfast, their first call was to a realtor's office. He was out, but there was an agent, manning the phone. As soon as they came in, she made her excuses and hung the telephone up. When Kate explained they were looking for four-bedroom houses fairly close to campus, she told them they should speak with the realtor who owned the agency; that she was new to the business, and wouldn't want to mislead them. 

Kate smiled and made an appointment for later that afternoon. She asked the agent to be present. "I can try, but Mac may not allow it," the new agent, who had identified herself as Susie, replied.

"Well, Susan, tell Mac I said if you aren't there, neither will we be. I am considering spending nearly a quarter of a million dollars on a residence for four people. By my calculation, that is a fifteen thousand dollar commission to be divided among the various parties concerned. If Mac wants part of it, you will be there, and you will show us the possible properties." 

Their next stop, just before class started, was Bertie's office. After the introductions, Kate asked Deon to leave the women alone for a few minutes. He waited in the hallway, his stomach in knots. He wondered what they were saying; why his mother has sent him out of their presence. The sounds of laughter coming from Bertie's office did little to allay his anxiety.

The office door opened and his mother gestured for him to come back in. Bertie greeted him with a kiss and openly groped his dick in front of his mother. "You'll have a quiz to make up Monday. I'll administer it here, in my office." Looking at Kate, she said, "It's too bad you won't be around Wednesday. I think I'd enjoy a threesome with you as part of it."

"I should be back next weekend. Why don't you bring your husband, and plan on a late night?"

"Mom?"

"It'll be fine, Dee. Bertie and I understand each other. We're sisters under the skin; right, Dr McGee?"

"Right, indeed, Dr. Davies."

Their next stop was the museum, where Deon first took her to meet Dr. Thomas, who gave him permission to take Kate behind the scenes to see his work space. Although there was some clutter, Kate could easily see the room was organized and neater than she had expected. Looking at his desk, she espied the sheepskin he used to clean Astarte's statue. When she asked about it, Deon actually blushed.

He led her through the back corridors to the Near East Room and the Egyptian display. In the center was a life size statue of one of the most beautiful women Kate had ever seen. As she watched, Deon demonstrated how the sheepskin was to be used to clean the statue. He was cleaning the bust area when Kate heard a voice in her head. 

"Hello, Kathryn. I am Astarte, goddess of love and war. Your son has done me a great service, for which I owe him much. We will meet again next week. Trust me."

Deon was watching his mother as he ran the sheepskin over Astarte's bosom. He saw the look of shock and puzzlement on her face. When he heard Astarte tell him she had spoken to his mother, he understood the looks he had seen.

Without saying anything, he led his mother back to the workroom. There he asked her, "Is there something you want to ask?"

"I... I... I probably should, but I'm not sure how to... Astarte, she's real? I mean the girl you said you... she is a real person, not some figment of your fantasies?"

"Oh, yes, Mom, she's real. Do you want to talk about her?"

"Ummm, not right now. Can we get out of here; go get some coffee or something?"

"Of course. Coffee or something stronger?"

"I could certainly use something stronger, but just coffee for now. We still have to talk to that realtor this afternoon."

"That's fine. I know a diner not too far from here. It's certainly not a five star place, but it's clean, friendly, and the food doesn't upset my stomach like dorm food sometimes does." Kate laughed and nodded.

Karen did a small double take when she saw the Mercedes roadster pull into the parking lot in front of her diner. She did another when she saw who got out of the driver's seat. The woman he helped out of the passenger side looked like she should have been at the Country Club instead of her burger palace. She returned Deon's wave when they entered and made their way to a booth.

She grabbed them some water and approached their booth. "Hi, Deon. Cutting class today, I see." She glanced at the attractive woman with him, a frown evident in her furrowed brow.

"Hey, Karen. Yeah, my mom's in town for the day, so I took off to show her around campus. We're thinking about her moving up here since my little sister is starting in the fall.

"That reminds me; have you filled Donna's place yet? I have a friend who's moving up to take classes this Fall. She decided too late to get admitted full time, so she can't stay in a dorm or sorority house. She's going to need a job, and I thought since you were going to need someone, maybe she...

"Does she have any experience? And could she start before all the kids get to town?"

"Yes, to both, I think. I know she has experience. This summer she's waiting table at a burger and pizza place down home. And last year, she worked at Wal Mart on register. I'm not sure about her starting early, but if it's necessary to get the job, I think she'd do it. Don't you, Mom? Mary?"

Karen blinked, suddenly realizing who the woman was, and that the 'poor young, struggling student' she had been flirting with for the past few weeks may be a student, but certainly wasn't poor or struggling. Vaguely, she registered that the woman was nodding in response to Deon's question. 

Deon was still talking. "She may even be able to help in the kitchen some times. She won a scholarship to a cooking school in Paris in a cooking contest. She really wants to be a personal chef. I know she's a really good cook; she's been over to cook for Sally and me sometimes when you've been out of town," he finished, looking at Kate.

"Does she live here in town?"

"Uh, no; down in Cornwall, near Simi Valley."

"Hmmm; have her give me a call. Collect. If I like her on the phone...Well, I can always blame you. "N' you can pay me back later," she said with a smile. His mother just smiled and shook her head. "Now, what can I get you? All our lunch specials are gone."

"Um, coffee for my mother, and a diet cola for me.

"Something to eat?" he asked, looking at Kate. She simply shook her head.

After Karen had returned with their drinks and left again, Deon reached across the booth and took his mother's hands. "What's wrong, Mom? What's going on?"

"When you were cleaning the statue of that woman--Astarte?--I swear she talked to me. But how could that be? I...I don't... can't understand it."

"What did she say to you?"

"That we would meet again next week and to trust her." Kate gripped her son's hands. "Gideon, please tell me I'm not losing my mind; that there is a rational explanation for this."

"I don't know how rational it is, but I can tell you that you're as sane as anyone else on the street. A few days before Sally's birthday..." and he went on to relate the story of how he had freed Astarte from her centuries long imprisonment. "And them Jim the guard was waking me up. Since then, it seems women can't refuse me if I want them."

"Is that what happened with Sally and me? You put us under some sort of spell?" she asked, with a smile.

"Sort of," he confessed. "With most women, I have to express a want or desire to have sex with them. And with most of them, that's all it is. There are some, like Mary, and Donna, where it's a little more complicated because some feelings developed. Not love, but I have real concerns, I really care that their times with me are as good for them as they are for me. Same with Bertie, but she is a real special case.

"With you and Sally, obviously there was already a special kind of love. I've been in love with Sally, I think, since I entered puberty. When you were on a trip, and left us alone, casual nudity, more like partial nudity, wasn't uncommon. By the time I was seventeen, we had both seen all of each other's parts, just not all at once. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, we exposed ourselves to each other, and I knew, in spite of the fact she was my sister, I wanted to make love to her, be with her, for the rest of my life.

"When we talked about our future, and moving in up here, she suggested including you, and it sounded so natural and right, I wanted you, too. 

"Astarte told me that simply expressing that desire to myself, if it was real, would raise similar desires in you. 

"I had a choice. I could approach you like any other woman and tell you I wanted to have to sex with you, and you would comply, but the cost would be that you would hate yourself for violating the societal taboo, or I could give you time to work out the conflict between your desires and society's proscription of sex between mother and son, which you eventually would, to our mutual benefit. She also told me you were going to have my baby."

Kate smiled. "I guess it's good to know I didn't have much choice, and while I don't regret it, no woman likes to hear she was a sure thing, unless it's something she decides well ahead of time." She paused, thinking over what he had said. 

"You're telling me that all you have to do is ask any woman to have sex with you and she can't say no?" Deon nodded. "So, if that middle-aged woman, Karen, came to the table and you asked her to...what, perform oral sex right here, she would? Without hesitating?"




Astarte Ch. 05



"She might hesitate, or suggest some other place, but she'd do it." He looked a bit embarrassed, confessing this to his mother.

"Prove it!" she demanded. "I need to see it happen, to make it all real for me. Please, Deon, do it, so I know this hasn't been some hallucination."

Deon looked at his mother, recognizing the signs of doubt and uncertainty. Her encounter with Astarte that afternoon conflicted with everything she knew as an engineer and scientist. Phenomena like the Egyptian goddess simply did not fit in her reality. To be confronted with an impossibility, even to someone as open as Kate, was disconcerting, to say the least. He raised his hand to catch Karen's eye.

She came to the booth, an expectant look on her face. "Karen, I'd like you to sit down with us, please." Karen glanced around the diner. "Astarte?"

"Don't worry, Gideon. Nobody will come in to disturb you," came the silvery voice in his head.

"Sit, Karen. If someone comes in, you can get up to serve them." The diner's owner joined her only customers in their booth. "Now, I want you to tell me and my mother the truth. Have you and I ever had sex before today?" Karen looked at him, shocked, shaking her head no. "Have you ever had sex with a customer, here in the diner?"

"What the hell is that to...no, never," she replied, suddenly compliant.

"Are you married, or in a relationship?"

"Widowed, ten years ago. No one steady. No sex in a couple of years. Don't meet many eligible, let alone attractive, men in this business."

"If I told you to get under the table and suck me off, what would you say?"

Karen turned to look at him like he was some sort of two headed slime monster. "I'd tell you to shut your filthy mouth and get your ass out of my diner. Is that all? I have work to do." She started to slide out of the booth.

"Karen, I want you to get under the table and suck me off."

Kate watched, fascinated, as the expression on Karen's face changed from disgust to a sort of dazed look. She was shocked when Karen looked under the booth and said, "There's not really enough room for me under there. Let's go to the ladies' room." She slid out of the booth and waited for Deon.

"Coming, Mom?" he asked as he slid out. He turned to Karen and continued, "After you get me hard, I want to screw you while you eat her, okay?" Karen responded by nodding and licking her lips.

"Deon, I'm not..."

"C'mon, Mom. You wanted to know if it was real. You need to see it in action."

Deon and his mother were sitting in the living room of the house in Hickory Heights. Kate was working on her third Johnny Walker and soda. "Shit, Deon! How can she be real? Everything I have studied and learned... everything! It all says she can't be real. First, she's fucking 3500 years old, trapped in some freakin' statue, which you just happen to rub the right way at the freakish right time. It just doesn't make any sense. 

"And on top of all that, she has some kind of magical power. Magical power that isn't supposed to even exist. If she were real, I could accept the telepathy; that has sort of been demonstrated...

"What did she mean--Trust her?"

"I don't know. She's always saying it to me when she doesn't want to, or can't explain what she's going to do. A couple of times, when you seemed to refuse me pretty definitively, she'd just say trust her; she said she couldn't say more because I might be tempted to interfere and somehow change how things turned out in the future."

"Mmm, the whole time travel paradox sort of thing, in reverse. If you knew you were going to die of some disease for which there was a vaccine, you could take the vaccine and avoid the disease, supposedly avoiding death at that time. How would your continued existence affect the future?"

"Something like that. She said she can't change our fates, but there are things she can do to mitigate them. That may be what she means." Just then the phone rang. Deon went to answer it.

He returned in a minute. "That was Susie from the realtor's office. Apparently Mac is tied up with his client from this morning and can't meet with us today. She is going to put together a list of houses for us, and will show me around next week. I can choose three or four for us to look at when you get back."

"That's fine, Dee. I'm not in any shape to talk to anyone else right now, anyway. I think I need to lie down for a while. We can go out, or you can order us a pizza for dinner." She left the living room, with Deon's eyes following her as she made her way to his bedroom.

Kate sat at the conference table, impatiently tapping her fingers on her notes. Five of the seven people she was to train in the application of her latest hardware-software combination were present. The seven had been identified to her as the group from which the next corporate VP would be selected. All seven were senior managers, and, in smaller companies, would already have their VP appointments. 

What Kate knew they didn't was that the VP of the smallest, but most profitable division, had revealed his decision to retire at the end of the next fiscal year, thirteen months in the future. Additionally, she was being asked to assess each of the seven for their ability to grasp and apply the management tools the software provided.

The training session was scheduled to begin at ten. It was quarter past. The lowest paid of these managers cost the company $150 an hour. Just as she was about to get up and lock the door, it opened and the two missing trainees entered the room, each with a cup of hot coffee and a donut on a paper plate. Kate looked down at her notes. "Harry Bonesteel and Richard Hardin. Is that correct?"

"That's us, honey. Wow! Gary didn't tell us about you, or we would have been here earlier," commented the larger of the two men.

Kate pointedly ignored the comment. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let's get started. We have a lot of material to cover, and not a lot of time. Normally, we would break after an hour to stretch your legs and relax your minds. Since we are starting late, we will have to forego that break. 

"We will break for lunch at noon, to restart promptly at one. I will warn you now; at one o'clock, the door to this room will be locked. I am sure those who attend will be willing to share the information we cover. After all, you are all after the same promotion, right?"

"Now, now, little missie, there's no need..."

"Apparently there is, Mr. Bonesteel. You kept your colleagues and me waiting for a quarter of an hour, and you are continuing to hold up this training. Either sit down and pay attention or leave." Kate's voice was as hard and cold as polar ice.

Harry Bonesteel's face turned crimson. Both embarrassed and angry at being chastised in front of his peers and competition, he was on the edge of exploding. Looking for support, he glanced at the other men in the room and saw only smothered mirth or faces turned to avoid his look. Without another word, he sat, cursing Kate under his breath.

Kate started her presentation with no further notice. The other future executives quickly grabbed pens and notebooks and began taking notes. Harry sat back in his chair and watched the attractive blonde as she prepared his fellow managers to use her new software to compete in the global economy. For the next hour and forty five minutes, she engaged her audience in a give and take presentation showing them how to apply and adapt her work and methods to their unique situation. 

Just before noon she said, "we'll break for lunch now. Go take some time to decompress. Try not to think about what we covered this morning. Have some lunch and take a walk. I will remind you, I'm locking the door at one sharp. That is the company's rule, not mine, but I agree with it.

"Mr. Bonesteel, may I have a word with you?"

When the others had cleared the room, Kate looked at the large man. Harry was an inch or so over six feet tall, and weighed close to 225 pounds. He prided himself on being the same weight as when he played linebacker in college. Unfortunately, now, fifteen years later, the muscles were soft, flabby with fat. 

Kate glanced down at her notes. "Harry Bonesteel, age 37, married, 2 daughters, BS Mechanical Engineering, MBA, Senior Manager at 30, one of youngest in company history. Currently manages new product development in bio-mechanical engineering division. 

"Obviously, you are not a stupid man, Mr. Bonesteel. Stop acting like one. Come back this afternoon ready to engage yourself in this process, or don't come back. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Dr. Davies," he replied, emphasizing the word 'doctor' so it sounded like a sneer. Kate flushed with anger, but bit her tongue.

"That's all. I would advise you to be on time. The user agreements for all my software allows me to limit, for any reason, with no need to justify it, who has access to computers using any of my software. At the moment, there is not an operating system out there which doesn't rely on software I have designed. Think about it."

"Big Whoop! How do expect to be able to enforce that? Computers are everywhere today."

"I don't have to. If I should decide to exclude you from using my software, a notice would be generated which would appear on every mainframe, PC, and laptop in the world. Any company you might be working for would be informed that if they allow you access to any of their computers using any of my software, their licenses will be immediately revoked and my software disabled, essentially shutting down their business. Just the threat of that happening would be enough. You could still work for them; just without computer access."

"Don't get mad, get even, huh?" he replied, his face expressionless.

Kate smiled, everywhere but her eyes. It was not a smile you'd want to see in an opponent. "Something like that. Have a good lunch Mr. Bonesteel."

Everyone was in their seats by five of one. Kate locked the door and started. "This afternoon, you will be brainstorming, suggesting applications and adaptations of the material covered this morning to your individual and peculiar situations. Each of you will be given a half hour to present a problem and lead the discussion, getting input from your peers. Through the week you will be given opportunities to review, work on and implement ideas generated today.

"Take ten minutes now to generate a list of up to five problem areas where you want help or think this new system might be of help."

As soon as the discussions got started and his peers began contributing, Harry felt like he was shut out of the group. His refusal to attend to the material in the morning made it impossible for him to contribute any thing of substance. 

Kate monitored the contributions of the individuals in the group. Each time Harry opened his mouth she hoped something good would come out, but knew it was hopeless. She was not surprised when he lingered during the break. 

"I,uh,mmm, I have something I have to take care of this afternoon, some family stuff. I'll see you in the morning."

"If you say so, Mr. Bonesteel. Door's locked at ten. Don't forget." Kate felt the same sensation in her head she had when Astarte addressed her in the museum, but instead of Astarte talking, there was a sense of foreboding.

The next morning, at five after ten, Kate sighed and looked at Harry's empty chair. Turning to one of the men at the conference table, she asked, "Greg, would you lock the door please?"

Greg had just sat down when there was a pounding on the door. Kate went to the intercom. "Mr Bonesteel?"

"You know it is. Let me in."

"I'm sorry, Mr Bonesteel, Harry. We waited until five after for you. If you want, you can join us this afternoon. We'll be discussing yesterday's output."

"Bitch," he hissed. "You know that won't do me any good without this morning's material."

"Frankly, Harry, based on what I saw yesterday afternoon, this morning's material won't make a lot of sense to you either, because of your refusal to engage yesterday morning. I really am sorry. I have to go now," and she clicked off the speaker.

Kate began her presentation as she headed away from the intercom. Behind her, she heard a loud thump as something hit the door. Outside, Harry Bonesteel was standing with his head against the door, livid with rage. He was muttering to himself, barely audible, "That fucking cunt. What right does that bitch have to keep me out of her fucking precious class. The fucking bitch! Probably gay as a five year old's birthday party, or an old maid, with a cunt as dry as the desert. Bitch! If I had her here, I'd show her! Shove my meat so far up her ass, she'd think she had a sausage sandwich in her cocksucking mouth. That's probably all she's good for, with her sandpaper cunt."

He slammed the door once more with his fist, startling the people inside the room. Walking away, Harry began to consider the effects on his career of being closed out of the in-service training. He realized he had royally buggered himself by blowing off the previous day's training. Without it, he had removed himself from contention for the VP seat he had been working toward. 

"Fucking whore bitchcunt!" he swore to himself, blaming Kate for his situation. "She should have made me participate. Just 'cause I called her honey, she got a burr up her twat and got mad at me. She wanted me out of there. That Bitch! I'll get her. And when I do, it'll be fuck city for her."

Kate dismissed the class at four forty that afternoon. Dick Hardin lingered after the others had gone. "Dr. Davies, Kate, be careful about Harry. He has an awful temper, and has been known to take offense at trivial things. He also has a get even hard mentality sometimes."

"Get even hard?"

"One time in college, during a home game, an ump called a penalty on Harry that set up the winning touchdown for the other team. The next time we played at home, the ump was working the game. During an early play, seemingly by accident, Harry ran into the ump and broke four of his ribs. He got removed from the game, but maintained it was an accident and was back on the field the next week. So, just be careful."

"Thanks, Dick, I will."

Kate finished packing up her bag , loaded it on her stewardess' trolley, and walked to the front entrance of the building. Looking through the sign in sheets for the day, she shook her head and laughed. "How do you keep track of all these people?" she asked the security person.

"Sometimes," he laughed, "we don't, but folks are pretty good about signing in and out. You have a good day, now." When she was done, he picked up his clock, saying, "Well, time for my first round. Gotta shoo out all the late stayers. Got word the cleaning crew is putting in some extra time tonight and needs the building empty."

"Good night," she said, with a smile.

The guard's first stop was at a station directly in line with the front door, at the end of a short corridor. As he inserted the key to record the stop, he glanced at the front entrance and saw Harry Bonesteel leaving the building, just about 30 seconds after Kate left. 

He shook his head. While he didn't especially like Harry, he also didn't actively dislike him. He though Harry was a bit of a womanizing ass, talking down to every one, especially the women who worked in his department . His sister had once worked there. She said Harry had a problem keeping his hands to himself; consequently, there was a huge turnover in the female staff.

When Kate exited the building, there was a 1970 powder blue T-Bird waiting in the passenger pick-up zone at the end of the sidewalk. She saw it was Dick Hardin at the wheel and stopped to admire the car. "My husband had one of these when I met him," she told him. "I think it was part of the reason I married him," she added, laughing.

Looking past her, Dick saw Harry start running down the walk, toward the car. "Kate, you better leave, now!" he said, alarmed.

"Wha..." she said, just as she felt two sharp blows, just above her waist, on each side. Suddenly, she lost her ability to take a deep breath and to talk. Harry jerked open the rear suicide door and pushed her into the car, face down on the back seat. 

"Get that little trolley of hers" Harry ordered Dick. "We don't want to leave any sign something happened to her.

"You, cunt, just behave, and nothing too bad will happen to you."

Kate felt more than heard Astarte talking to her. "Kathryn, you must trust me now. Your life depends on it. Relax and submit. Stronger powers than mine have put this in play. I cannot cancel what is about to happen to you, but if you listen and do as I suggest, I can diminish the effects so that you are not seriously injured." Mentally, Kate sighed, knowing what was to come, and nodded.

"Harry! Have you lost your fucking mind? What the hell are you up to?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dick! Get that trolley and get in the car and drive. By the time we get where we're going, she'll be beggin' for it."

"For what? You're planning on raping her? You know what that'll mean?"

"It'll be our word against hers. Now get moving. Take us up to the bluffs." 

Dick heard Harry''s zipper. "Shit, Harry, if you can't wait, at least leave her skirt on. I don't want any cum or pussy juice stains on those leather seats."

"Christ, Dick, what kind of wuss are you. Here we got the juiciest cunt you've ever had and you're worried about some stains. 'Sides, I ain't gonna fuck her yet; just showing her what she's got to look forward to." 

Dick took a chance and glanced in the back seat and almost laughed out loud. Harry was sitting with Kate's head in his lap, his six-inch erection pointing at her face. What was comical was that Harry's dick wasn't much thicker than Dick's thumb. "Guess what they say is true," he thought, "big and tall doesn't mean not small.'

In the back seat, Harry's hand found its way up Kate's skirt and under the front gusset of her panties. He grabbed them by the crotch and pulled them down her legs with a quick jerk. When they were off, he ran his hand back up her legs, tickling them on the way. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed; her jaw, set; her expression, grim but resigned. He pulled her face to his cock so her lips were touching it. Her mouth and eyes stayed closed, eliciting an evil laugh from Harry. 

"That's okay, bitch. Before this night is over, you'll have eaten a mile of my ramrod and drunk a gallon of what comes out of it." He didn't see the small smile she made in answer.

By this time, they were away from the city traffic and started on the road up to the area referred to as the bluffs. On the other side of the river from the town, rising from the river bank, like a set of steps going up to the top, was a series of cliffs, just short of a half mile at the highest point, Harry's destination. It was a ten-mile drive from the city line to get there. With traffic and road conditions, it took them nearly a half hour.

As soon as they were clear of the city and traffic, Harry reversed Kate's position and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Positioning himself between her knees, he focused on her face. She maintained the same grim expression, but made no attempt to struggle or resist. He spit in his hand and lubed up his cockhead with it, then ran it up and down her slit. Neither her expression nor her demeanor changed. He shoved his cock in her. About half of his staff made it in the first try. Except for a wince of pain, there was no response.

"You fucking bitch," he growled, "I'll make you..."

"Harry, we're almost to the top; where do you want to go?"

"I don't give a f...go to the Marina park," he ordered, referring to a clearing across from the largest marina in the area. "And now, you, bitch!" he rumbled, and began slamming his hips into hers. 

The anger, the hate-lust, the knowledge that he had his nemesis vulnerable, under him, all combined to fuel his excitement. It took Dick two minutes to get to the Marina park. Harry was done and pulled out by then.




Astarte Ch. 05



As soon as the T-Bird had stopped, Harry opened the door and pulled Kate out into the lea where Dick had parked. He pushed Kate to her knees and grabbed her by the chin. 

Kate heard Astarte asking her, "Let me take over your body, Kathryn. The god who has planned this likes to inhabit the bodies of his protagonists so he can experience what they experience. And it will be easier for me to regain control of the situation and protect you from serious harm." Kate consented.

Astarte/Kate looked up at Harry. "Not if you want to use that pitiful thing for anything but pissing."

With a growling roar, Harry jerked Kate's head into his crotch, forcing his rod between her lips. When about four inches of his cock was in her mouth, Astarte/Kate bit down hard on the manflesh sausage. With a howl of pain, Harry jerked his hips backwards, away from the agony. 

Just as the head of his rod was passing between her teeth, Astarte twisted Kate's head so her incisors penetrated the spongy tissue at the frenulum point. Harry's howl of pain escalated into a scream of agony. With all the force he could generate, the back of his hand hit the side of Kate's face, knocking her clear of his staff, causing blood to splash all over her. She fell back on the ground, unconscious.

"Good god, Harry! What have you done? She looks dead!"

"Serves the cunt right. That bitchy cunt bit my cock! OMG, look at all the blood!" Harry turned and aimed a kick at Kate's abdomen, not seeing that it was covered by her arms. The two engineers heard the thud of the kick accompanied by the sickening sound of bones cracking. "Good, goddam bitch!" Harry groaned.

"Oh, shit, Dick, you gotta get me to a hospital or something, before I bleed to death." The two men looked at Harry's now very flaccid cock. The blood flow had slowed to a seepage. 

"You'll live, Harry. Most of the blood lost was because you were erect when she bit into the flesh. Now the pressure is off, it'll stop soon. Sore as hell for a while, but you'll recover, as long as she didn't hit any nerves."

"Then what?" the bigger man asked. "And how do you know?"

"I did two years of med school," Dick answered without explaining.

"It all depends which nerves. The ones which control the blood vessels which are responsible for erections are further inside; they respond to signals of physical stimulation sent by the sensors in the head of your cock. If those are damaged, you can still get a hard on, but whether or not you can come..." he hesitated; "that depends on which nerves, and how much damage. There's no way to tell just by looking. You'll have to wait until you heal, and try it out."

Harry's face grew red with rage. "You fucking whore!" he shouted, turning to kick Kate again. He caught her on the hip, and sent her rolling down a slight grade to the lip of the cliff. The two men watched, one in horror, one in satisfaction, as she slipped over the edge. 

(TO BE CONCLUDED)



Astarte Ch. 06



"ASTARTE!" 

The goddess cringed when she heard the roar. "Yes, Sire, right away," she replied as she caught and gently lowered the unconscious body of the woman to the rock shelf a few feet below the lip of the cliff. "Don't move until I return," she instructed the woman's spirit, needlessly, since time would not begin again for Kate and her abductors until Astarte reappeared on the scene.

As soon as Kate was safely settled, Astarte appeared before Amun, the ruler of all gods and goddesses. "You're late," he thundered.

"Yes, milord. I had to see to the woman, to be sure she was safe from harm."

"You little bitch!" screamed the other entity in the marble-walled cloud chamber. "Look what you did to me!" he shouted, waving his member at her.

With a small smile, Astarte replied, "You should be careful, Ra, where you put that thing; it might get hurt."

"You little...!" the god shouted, charging across the chamber.

"RA!" boomed Amun. "Settle down. What in all we hold dear is going on? Astarte, did you bite Ra's staff, and if so, why?"

"Where is that little snip? Amun, I want her banished. She tried to take my place with my husband!" The woman entering the chamber, screaming her demands may have been beautiful, but it was hidden by her anger and carpiness. 

Amun looked at her, rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked at Astarte and smiled. She was indeed a delight to look at. "Madam, be quiet," he replied forcefully to the newcomer. She looked at him, disbelief on her face.

"But, Amun..."

"Neffi, may I remind you, you are only a demi-goddess, here by virtue of your relationship with Ahknaten, who in the panoply of the gods is among the lowest. Even Ra, your chief advocate among us, is barely above the one you are berating, whose duty, by the way, is to teach men and gods how to best treat their women, in bed and elsewhere. If you do not settle down and let me get to the bottom of this, I will banish you from this realm.

"Now, Astarte, what is going on?"

Quickly, communicating as only gods and goddesses can, she apprised Amun of the nature of the struggle she was having with Ra and Nefertiti, and their actions toward the humans she was involved with. Upon hearing of what had happened to Kate, his countenance darkened. Ra and Nefertiti began to back out of the room.

"Is this a true account of what has passed among the three of you?" he snapped at the retreating pair. They stopped and looked at each other, realizing there was no evading the god king, now their inquisitor. They nodded.

In a strangely quiet and gentle voice, he mused, "You attempted to annihilate her by kicking her off a cliff? What? No pestilence; no plague of locusts? No flood; no famine? Ahhh, where are the weapons we called upon in our youth; where is the imagination, the ingenuity of the gods today?"

Suddenly Ra and Nefertiti felt the thunder bolt of his wrath pass through them. "How many times must I remind you, the humans are off limits. We may control everything else on this miserable little speck of dirt, but we may not interfere with their lives or their fates," he thundered, his voice shaking the marble halls surrounding the quartet.

"But Astarte..."

"Did what your spell commanded her to do when you sealed her in that icon: reward whoever set her free. Do you deny it?" Ra ruefully shook his head no.

Amun turned to Astarte. "Is the woman safe?"

"Safe enough at the moment. Her attackers are leaving her for dead, but rescue will be easy. Their punishment is certain."

"What of the lad, and their future?"

"Gideon, her son, is doing well, and I am about ready to alter our relationship so that, to him and the humans I have met through him, I am only a dim memory. I will follow his fate, and protect him when I must so that he achieves all his fate allows. As his personal goddess, this I must do, thank you, Ra," she said, with a small bob and curtsy in his direction, smiling. "His mother, the woman, will need some help to heal; I will see to that. 

"Otherwise, their futures look promising. It feels like Kathryn is descended from one of us. She is strong, bright, and determined. She is beautiful, sexual, and loving. She can also be hard and demanding. She is not a woman many would want to tangle with.

"You are lucky, Ra," Astarte said, looking at the Sun god, "that it was I controlling her jaws when you were bitten. I saw in her mind the determination to remove the head of the staff responsible for her pain." Ra shuddered, reliving the encounter, now knowing his attacker's intent..

"Very well, Astarte. Return, and do what you must to finish with them as quickly as possible. You two!" Amun rumbled, looking at the ancient sun god and demi-goddess. "You are banished from the top of Olympus until I feel a need to see you again, nor may you go below the third tier of the mount. You will have nothing to do with the humans. If I hear of you interfering with their lives or fates again, I will banish you to the far side of the Styx, forever. Do I make myself clear?"

The couple nodded, fearfully, knowing Amun was not finished with them. "Further, I am limiting your abilities to self protection, and obtaining food, water, and shelter, the way the humans must. You must grow your food, dig for water, build your shelters, and you may protect yourself and each other from harm. Now, go!"

"Sire," uttered Ra, in a plaintive voice, holding up his disfigured staff.

With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Amun softly replied, "You wanted to experience what your human felt. Then experience it. As your human heals, so shall you. Whatever sensation his member experiences, so shall you. All the joy, and all the pain. Live with it, brother."

Dick and Harry hurried to the edge of the cliff. Peering over it they saw Kate, lying face down on an outcropping rock ledge about six feet long and not much wider than her hips. Shrubs growing out of the cliff wall impeded their view, as they seemed to impede any attempt to climb the wall.

"Serves the cunt right," growled Harry. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

"Harry, are you crazy? We can't just leave her there. That's murder!"

"Listen, Wuss, and listen good. Tonight, we, note that, 'we' kidnapped a woman, using bodily force, and raped her. Whether or not your prick came within ten feet of her, you can be charged with rape because you, what's the term, yeah, aided and abetted in the kidnapping. In the commission of a felony, all participants are equally guilty of all parts of that felony. I learned that when I was on the Grand Jury last year. 

"So, if you want to go to prison for life for kidnap and rape, you go down and save her. Personally, I'm gonna leave her there until she rots."

"Shit, I don't know. Maybe you're right. Nobody saw us with her. We can dump her stuff on the ledge with her. You get her purse and clothes out of the car; I'll turn it around." He glanced down at Harry's crotch. "How you going to explain your dick?"

"I'll confess to my wife I had too much to drink tonight because I was dicked off at little Katie there and picked up a pro who got angry when I got rough thinking about the good doctor Davies." Harry pulled the rear door open and gathered the remnants of her clothing, and her purse. He paused a moment before sweeping her cell phone into the bag. "What the hell," he thought. "Nobody gets any reception up here," and carried the purse to the edge of the cliff and dropped it, watching it land half on her shoulder, half on the rock. He laughed, "Good luck, bitch."

Dick had turned the T-Bird around and was waiting by the road. Harry jerked the front passenger door open, and Kate's trolley, with her papers and computer fell out into the ditch. He shrugged and stepped over it into the car. Dick stepped on the gas and sped down the hill to the city.

As soon as Astarte saw the car pull out onto the road, she appeared beside Kate, gently waking her, helping her turn to sit on the ledge. She handed Kate her bag, asking, "Can you use your communication device here? We need help to get you back to the city."

"I don't know," Kate slurred, her face swollen from the blow she had received from Harry when she bit him. "It looks like there isn't any reception up here."

"What do you need? Don't try to explain it to me; just think about what it is."

Kate thought about how cell phones work. Astarte looked at the images Kate had generated and made certain connections. She offered up a silent prayer. "Mother Isis, I need a favor..." A moment later, she said to Kate, "Try your device now."

Kate dialed 911 and was instantly connected to the operator. "Hello, my name is Kathryn Davies. I am a consultant for Smythe Electronics on North River Road, in Altamont. I was kidnapped and raped this evening, then pushed over a cliff someplace the men called Marina Park. I need help getting back up to the top and to a hospital."

"Okay kids, get off the line. Everyone knows cell phones don't work on the bluffs," replied the bored 911 operator.

"Young woman, I don't know who you are, but do I sound like a teenager pulling a practical joke. I've been beaten, raped and deserted in this god forsaken place. Get me help! Call Gary Daniels, VP of human relations at Smythe. He can verify my car, a silver 2011 Toyota Avalon, is still in the parking lot."

"Very well, Ma'm. I'll be back to you in just a moment." Still doubtful, the operator turned to her radio, connecting her to all emergency vehicles in the county. "All vehicles. All vehicles. Is there anyone in vicinity of the bluffs, near the area called Marina Park? We have a report that a woman may be isolated on a shelf below the edge of the cliff. Any vehicle, respond."

"Emergency, this is Greenbrier Ambulance No. 5. We just dropped a passenger at the top of the bluffs and should be at Marina Park in ten minutes or so. Do you want us to stop and look? Out."

"That'd be helpful, No.5. Give a looksee and let me know. Out." The operator turned back to her phone with Kate on the line. "Ma'am, there is an ambulance in the area of the bluffs. They will be at Marina Park in a few minutes to assess the situation and provide whatever help they can."

Kate acknowledged the operator and thanked her for her help. "Astarte," she said aloud. "I'm going to need Deon's help. Can you get him here tomorrow?" 

"I'll see what I can do, Kathryn. It may be later in the day..." Kate nodded. "Mother Isis..." she began, and felt a surge of warmth as the Queen of the gods responded. "He'll be here in the morning, Kathryn. I don't know how, but it's being arranged." 

"Thank you, and thank whomever is doing it for me. "

"Emergency, Ambulance No. 5. We are approaching the area. It looks like there's one of those baggage trolleys in the ditch. Holy crap! There's a woman struggling to climb up over the cliff. Give her a hand, Frank. Christ, Emergency, it looks like this was no joke. I can see her face. She has a bruise from her jawbone to her eyebrow, and her clothes are torn, like somebody tried to jerk them off. We'll examine and advise, but I'd suggest an officer get here pretty damn quick."

Once Kate heard help was on the way, she insisted on attempting the precarious, if short, ascent to the top of the cliff. Astarte had braced her, supporting her when Kate needed to lean on her broken arm. Kate had been able to use the shrubbery like a ladder, supporting her weight on the base of the bushes until she was far enough up the cliff face to crawl over the edge to safety. It had taken her nearly fifteen minutes to climb the six feet to safety.

County Sheriff Tommy Doolittle was already on his way. He had seen the old T-Bird flying down the road, just under the legal limit, but really too fast for the road. He wondered what it was hurrying from. He figured if anything was found, it wouldn't be hard to trace the car. How many T-Birds were there in the county.

He had started up the road at a leisurely pace, looking over both sides of the road for anything out of place. He was about half way to the Marina Park when the call for all vehicles came in. The ambulance crew had beaten him to volunteering, and they just barely beat him to the site. He checked in with his dispatcher and got out of his car. 

The ambulance crew was busy treating and examining the blood-covered woman. He walked over to the edge of the cliff and looked down. There were her shoes, and blood spatters on the ground where she had lain. There was no question she had been there. 

He drove his car to the edge of the cliff and set the brake and put the car in park. With the help of the ambulance crew, and some rope, he climbed down to the ledge and took several blood samples and retrieved her shoes. He also found an earring for a pierced ear, without the stem guard.

Tommy followed the ambulance to the hospital where he got Kate's story and, at her request, observed while the doctors photographed and measured her bruises. Kate fished her camera out of her bag and handed it to Tommy, requesting that he also photograph the bruises on her breasts, abdomen and vulva. She also suggested he obtain a search warrant for the 1970 T-Bird owned by Richard Hardin, to look for her panties, the earring guard, and her wallet.

Kate, Officer Doolittle, and a detective from the County CID were sitting in the parking lot when Dick and Harry drove in the next morning. Kate pointed out the car as it parked. When the T-Bird's occupants were safely inside the building, Tommy and the detective carried out the search. 

Kate's panties were recovered from underneath the driver's seat. She identified them by the monogram on the left hip. The wallet and earring guard were recovered from under the passenger seat. The earring guard was identical to the one Kate had been wearing when she reached the top of the cliff. 

A few minutes after ten o'clock, Dick and Harry walked into the conference room, just as if the previous afternoon hadn't happened. The other trainees were already in their ususal seats. The time was approaching 10:15 when Cliff Smythe, the CEO, and Gary Daniels, the head of HR came through the conference room door, followed by a uniformed police officer, a stranger in plain clothes, and a woman so badly bruised it was hard to recognize her.

The CEO spoke first. "With the exception of Dick Hardin and Harry Bonesteel, you are all dismissed. This in-service training is indefinitely suspended. If, when it is rescheduled, you will be notified." He waited until the five trainees had exited the room. 

"Gentlemen, this lady has made some pretty serious accusations against the two of you. She says you, forced her into Hardin's car, drove her up to one of the parks on the bluff and raped her, then pushed her over a cliff and drove off, leaving her there. What do you have to say?"

Harry Bonesteel straightened up in his chair. Damn if any one was going to put him down without a fight. "Mr Smythe, that is all just a pure bucket of crap. Dick and I left here together right after work. We stopped and had a couple of drinks and then went on home. I never saw Dr. Davies yesterday."

"So, you're saying she was never in Hardin's car with you, yesterday. Is that right?"

"That's right, sir."

The detective broke in. "Then, Mr. Bonesteel, how do you explain that we found these items in Mr. Hardin's T-Bird: panties Dr. Davies identifies as hers from the monogram, which matches similar garments she has in her possession; an earring guard identical to the one she was wearing when she reached the top of the cliff when she was rescued; and a receipt from the plant cafeteria, dated and timestamped yesterday at 12:15 PM?"

Dick's face lost all its color. Harry felt like vomiting. "I...I..I'm sorry, Kate," he blustered. "I...I was trying to protect your reputation. She asked for it, gentlemen. She was talking to Dick when I came out to go home. When I got to the car, she said she was interested in having a good time and asked if I wanted to help her."

"And the black eye and broken arm?" asked Officer Doolittle.

Harry laughed. "Well, I guess we got a little rough. Toward the end, she and I got into a little tussle. She was staggering around and was too close to the edge when she stumbled and fell. She must have got hurt when she landed. Dick and I knew our cell phones were no good up there, so we hurried down to get help. By the time we got back there, she was gone. I'm glad you're okay, Katie." He smiled, sure of himself.

Kate just smiled at him. She got up and limped around the table to sit down next to Dick. "I'm not going to lie to you, Dick. Other than showing a jury photographs of my bruises and the tearing in my vagina the rape caused, there is no way I can counter Harry's story," she said, pausing, "unless you testify against him. 

"If you do, I can see that all the charges, except for the aiding and abetting in the kidnap, are dropped. If you choose not to testify, then you will share his punishment."

"What punishment? Keep your mouth shut, Dick! They got nothing, or these coppers would already have us in the back seat of their patrol car."

"What do you say, Dick?" asked Kate, ignoring Harry. "Five years probation, or twenty years no one wants you to live through? It's your choice. I know what you did, how you tried to stop Harry, tried to get him to help you rescue me. I know how you expressed concern for me when you thought I was unconscious. If you decide not to testify, all of that means nothing."

Dick looked up at her, his face full of anguish. "I'm sorry, Kate. If I testify against Harry, I'll be confessing to a crime I really had no part in. I can't."

"I understand that, Dick; that's why I'll see no other charges are made against you. You could have not driven away yesterday. You could have refused to help him. But you did try to stop him; didn't participate in the assault. I can forgive your failure, not your compliance."

"I'm sorry..."

"Is that your final decision, Dick. Be sure; this is the last time I ask." He nodded, his head down, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, too, Dick. Based on what I had seen the last two days, you were the leading contender for my recommendation for the VP slot opening up next year." She turned to look at Harry. "Astarte," she thought, "is there a way I can make him tell the truth, like Deon can?"

"Deon will be here in a moment or two.. A small private jet needed to make an emergency landing in San 'Angelo. When the pilot heard Deon's story, they agreed to fly him here overnight." Astarte had barely finished speaking when there was a knock at the door. A secretary stuck her head in the door. 

"Dr. Davies, there is a young man out here who says he's your son."

"Yes, that would be Gideon. Send him in." Gideon entered seconds later, and was visibly shocked by the appearance of his mother, even though he had been warned by Astarte. Kate quickly introduced the others in the room. 

She looked at the police officers. "Gentlemen, thank you for your assistance today, but, frankly, your continued presence will make prosecuting these two impossible. We are going to be discussing their professional futures, requiring them to openly discuss the events of last evening, without a lawyer present, and without the threat of self-incrimination." The officers looked at each other, nodded and got up and left.

When they had gone, Kate returned to her seat at the head table. Gideon took one of the officers' seats, near the end of the table. Kate turned to Dick and Harry. "I'm sure you two, if you considered the outcome of your escapade last night at all, were counting on beating a jury trial with the 'our word versus hers' defense. And as I pointed out, unless one of you testifies against the other, you would probably get away with it.

"But there won't be a juried trial, at least in the traditional sense. In this case, I am the victim, the judge, and the jury. I know what was done to me, and by whom. It will be a form of vigilante justice."




Astarte Ch. 06



Kate turned to the company officials. "Just in case either of you have any doubt...Deon, would you pass me my laptop?" She typed in some commands and turned the computer so the businessmen could see the screen. It displayed a series of thumbnails, photos taken at the hospital the night before. She activated the slide show sequence. "These were taken of me last night at the hospital by Officer Doolittle."

The enlarged photos showed the bruising she had suffered. Her breasts, belly and pubes were all covered with massive bruises ranging in color from light purple to black. The final photo was taken inside the vagina and showed tearing of the surface tissue around the opening of the shaft.

"Any questions, gentlemen?" They looked at her; her right eye bandaged, the right side of her face showing a bruise similar to those in the photo; her left arm in a cast. Both of the executives shook their head, wondering what this would cost the company. 

Kate's smile was not friendly. "If you read the software agreements of all the computer software you have installed, one of the last items in the agreement paperwork is a statement that reserves all ownership rights and privileges of any software instruction that I personally wrote to me. That includes the right to choose who can, or cannot, use that software. 

"Normally, I don't exercise those rights. However, in this case, I am permanently rescinding the access of these two men to any software I have ever produced, or might produce. Moreover, any company which hires them and gives them access to my work will immediately also lose access to my products and any computer they own using such software will cease functioning, until my software is removed.

"So what, I can hear Harry thinking. This is 'what.' If your computers access the Internet, they depend on code I have written. If you use any of the popular word processing programs (and here she listed a half dozen), spread sheets, database management, network management, statistical analysis, process design and management, and graphic design programs, you rely on my codes." She paused to type on her laptop. "In a few moments, I will have a list for you of the programs you run which use my work, and the departments where they are used. 

"I have also sent an instruction to each of your computers using my codes which will require each user to sign in with a live thumb print and ID number, beginning today at noon. If you have purchased software from any major software developer in the past five years, you were required to submit a print from all possible users. They are kept in a database, administered by a program I designed. 

"Any attempt to use a replicated print will close down all computers on the network hosting the computer where the breach is attempted.

"Monday, Harry asked me how I expected to enforce such a ban. Dr. Smythe, would you be willing to chance having your company's entire computer network crash and all your computer archives permanently lost or inaccessible?"

Smythe looked at her, shock on his face. The determined look on hers convinced him she meant every word she had said. Retaining the two men before him endangered the business he had struggled for years to get started, and for several more to move into the niche business it now lead. It provided employment for over 500 men and women, and paid him a million a year. It was no contest. 

"I'm sorry, Harry, Dick. She may be bluffing, but I can't take the chance. I'll have your desks packed up and sent to you. Gary, they're done, effective as soon as you're done here. See that they are escorted from the building."

Harry screamed, "You fucking bitch! I should have climbed down that cliff and kicked you into the river!"

Kate grinned at him, then looked to Dick. "Anything you want to say, Richard?"

He looked at her, sadness in his eyes. He shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Kate. You're right. I should have..."

"Shut up, you fucking wuss. She can threaten pussy Smythe here all she wants, but there are other places to work. She can't threaten everyone."

In a gentle voice Gideon remembered with a shiver of fear, Kate, barely above a whisper, said, "Oh, but Harry, you are so fucking wrong. By now every business in the state knows about you. By the end of business today, thanks to the social media and my own user records, your name and face and the ramifications for hiring you will be global knowledge.

"But you are right, there are plenty of places to work; you just can't use a computer, which, of course, means no cash register, no record keeping, no cell phone, no CB or sideband radio, no use of digital equipment of any kind. 

"That leaves stoop labor, tending crops and harvesting them. You might get lucky and find cleaning work in some institution where you wouldn't have access to a computer on your shift. Yes, that would be a good job for you, if you could convince anyone to trust you. Personally, I wouldn't trust you to water cacti, but I will admit to being a trifle prejudiced. Gary, Cliff, do you have any questions or comments?"

Smythe answered first. "No questions about what you just said. Is there anything else you need or want from us?" He saw no comforting look as she replied.

"I'll let you know. I assume you will pick up the hospital bill, as well as my son's transportation. If there is anything else that should occur, any further treatments or care, you can be sure I'll be touch."

Clifford Smythe swallowed and heaved an internal sigh of relief. He had been anticipating some sort of compensatory claim. "Of course, without question or limit. 

"Gary, will you take care of Dr. Davies and her son, and see that these two are properly terminated, with prejudice, of course. And that last item I asked about. I'll go alert department heads about the new procedures for accessing their computers.

"Kate, I am so sorry about this. Let Gary know about completing the training. If necessary, it could be done on-line."

"Thank you, Cliff; I'll think about that." Her face was expressionless; her eyes, flat. Clifford Smythe hurried out of the room, wondering what Kate Davies had in mind for him and his company.

"Kate," said Gary, pulling her attention from the exiting back she was watching. She turned and for the first time that morning, really smiled.

"Yes, Gary?"

"He really did mean it. Cliff's a good guy."

"I'm sure he meant it. I'm sure he feels responsible. He insisted on including Harry in the training, even though I questioned his suitability. If he had listened to my objections, there wouldn't have been any problems."

"That explains this," he said, showing her a note: 'find out what she wants.' "He passed it to me while you were telling Harry and Dick their employment options." 

Kate turned to look at the two men who were responsible for her injuries. She went to talk to Deon, then returned to speak to the HR director. "I need the use of this room for the rest of the day. I want..." and gave him a brief list of demands. He started to object, but stopped when he saw the expression in her eyes.

As he left to make the arrangements Kate had dictated he thought, "I don't know if they're the luckiest or unluckiest bastards in this state today, but I'd hate to be them this afternoon." 

It took less than an hour to make the preparations Kate asked for. In that hour, the entire female workforce at Smythe were informed that Harry was leaving their staff and they were invited to say good-bye 'in any manner they wished.' 

Using his power, Deon explained that their participation was voluntary, Harry would not know who was 'honoring' him, they could not permanently physically mark him, or break any bones, and he had to be alive at the end of the day. Oh, yes. Dick Hardin would also be available at the same time, with the same restrictions. 

There were a few more housekeeping sort of instructions, then the women were asked to draw numbers to determine the order in which they were to visit the men, if they wished.

Then Deon went to talk to Harry and Dick. "Mr. Hardin, Mr. Bonesteel, I..."

"Who the fuck are you, anyway, squirt? When the fuck are we getting out of here?" Harry demanded.

"Wow! Good questions, Harry. May I call you Harry? Good. I'll tell you, but first I want you to sit down and listen, then I want you to do just as I say, whether you agree or not."

Harry felt a comforting cloud of indolence settle over him. All he knew was that he had to listen to this kid and do as he said. He didn't have to worry, just comply and soon he'd be able to get out of this hell hole his actions had put him in. He wondered how his friend, Dick, was doing.

Dick had heard Harry's bluster and cringed. He felt a similar cloud of lassitude envelope him. He no longer cared what Harry thought. He'd do what Kate's son told him to do, and then leave and try to rebuild his life with his wife. What was Kate's son saying?

"Okay, you bastards, you'll do exactly as I say. When I tell you, you will strip naked and lie down on the divans they'll be bringing in for you. When you're on your bed, you will close your eyes and keep them closed. You will keep your hands down at your sides, and your legs down straight. 

"During the rest of the day, you will be visited by several women, one or two at a time. They may or may not give you instructions. You will do as they ask or tell you. When the first woman comes in, I will instruct you to get an erection. You will do so, and maintain it until the last woman leaves. If a woman requests it, you will climax, with ejaculation if possible.

"Absent any instruction, you will lay as still as you can. If her actions cause you to react with motion, so be it. You may not, however, stand or grab her. Do you have any questions?"

"Who..." started Harry.

"You don't need to know that. Anything else?"

"What will they ask us to do?" asked Dick.

"I have no idea, but it will have to be something you can do lying down."

There was a knock at the door. It was the divans and some protective floor coverings. Dick and Harry watched as the makeshift beds were prepared. As soon as the men were out the door, they were ordered to strip and lie down. Deon used the phone in the room to call Kate and let her know they were ready.

Kate came in with the first woman, a pretty African-American woman in her forties, the guard's wife. She was statuesque, to say the least. Five feet ten, Deon guessed, about 175 pounds, a EE bust and similarly sized hips. 

Like many black women, she had what they called a high bottom, which thrust her upper torso forward, emphasizing her ample bust. It was easy to see why Harry would have wanted to let his hands wander all over her tantalizing form. 

Yvonne hesitated when she saw Deon in the room. "It's okay," Kate told her. "He's here to control Dick and Harry, so they can't hurt you." In a loud whisper, she added, "and he's gay." She winked at Deon with her good eye and left the room, to wait for number two. 

Yvonne smiled and relaxed. "I can do anything to them? They don't know who I am, and nobody else will know what happens in here?"

"If you leave traces, the next person will know what you did, but unless you tell them you were first, they won't know who was here. They come in that way," Deon said, pointing to the door she had just used, "and you go out there," he said pointing to a door in the opposite wall. 

He looked at the black milf and smiled. "Miss, whatever you want to do, or want them to do, will stay in this room unless you tell someone. If you want to, excuse my french, fuck either or both of them; piss or shit on them, have them kiss your ass or your quim, it's up to you." 

Yvonne was grinning and had begun to strip. "How much time do I have?"

"Up to twenty minutes; is that enough?"

"That depends on how long it takes the little guy there to come."

"He'll come when you tell him to."

"Oh, boy! Harry, you son of a bitch, I'll be with you in five. Dick, get ready to come." She walked to Dick and straddled him, then lowered herself onto his erect staff. She moved around a little to find the correct position then began to move up and down on the smaller man. 

She glanced over at Harry and giggled. "Shit, the way he talked when he was trying to cop a feel, you'd'a thought he was hung like a horse. What happened to his dick? It looks like the head is all swole up."

"He tried to stick it somewhere it didn't belong. She bit him."

"That lady who looks like she got beat up with a hurtin' stick? Oooh, Harry, have I got a treat for you. Come in me now, Dickie, come lots!" she grinned as the man under her began to thrust his hips at her, his body spasming with his climax.

Yvonne lifted herself off the divan and quickly put her hand over her pussy, holding in the spend she had just received. She hurried over to Harry's bed and mounted him in the reverse cowgirl position, her cunt over his mouth. "Open your eyes and mouth, Harry," she commanded, taking her hand from her pussy. 

She leaned forward and looked down toward her crotch to watch the cum drop from her cunt to Harry's mouth. "Clean up my cootchie with your tongue, Harry. You always said what a good tongue job you could give me. Prove it!" 

She pushed her snatch down on Harry's face and began to rotate her hips. "Mmm, not bad. French my asshole, too, bastard." She straightened slightly to give her serf better access to her rosebud. "Deeper," she ordered. "That's better, but you can get that tongue in there more," she said with a grin. Suddenly, the sound of bubbling flatulence filled the room.

Yvonne let out a hearty laugh and lifted herself from Harry's bed and turned to stand astride his chest. "You better close your eyes for this, bastard," she warned Harry and released her bladder, hitting him just below his open mouth. When the stream stopped, she stepped down and walked back to Dick. 

She closed her mouth over the end of his cock and deep throated him, then kissed him on the lips. "Too bad you're leaving, Dickie. I wouldn't mind some more of that now and then." She looked at Deon, noting the lump in the front of his jeans. She grinned. "You're not really gay, are you? And it looks like you're closer in size to Dick than to Harry, right?"

He just smiled and nodded. "Right on both."

"I don't suppose I have time..."

"Sorry, I'm pretty firmly committed to someone who doesn't allow it."

"Lucky girl," Yvonne said, smiling while she put her clothes back on. 

With some minor variations in the activities, that's the way the afternoon went. Yvonne was the only one who showed any hesitation about Deon being in the room. The next woman had heard him talking to Yvonne through the door and simply accepted there would be a third man in the room for some reason. Some of the women used Dick before going to Harry, but most simply went directly to the man they referred to as 'the asshole.' 

A few, seeing the condition of his glans, rubbed it with their dry hands, eliciting pained moans from the sod. Others, more sadistic, impaled themselves on it and rode it the entire time, ordering him to come, then feeding his spend to him from their box. 

One older woman, a plump grey-haired matron, skewered him into her bunghole, provoking a loud scream from him. When she was about halfway down his rod, she had turned completely around, using it as a spit. Harry's agonized scream had brought Kate and Gary Daniels into the room. 

They saw the woman wipe Harry's prick clean of the residue it bore, and feed it to the sobbing man. They watched as she reached behind her to wipe her ass with her hand and deliver it to Harry's mouth, for him to clean away. She then padded to the chair where she had left her slacks and underwear. With a small smile, she looked at Kate and Gary, and told them, "You better get him some mouth wash before the next woman comes in."

There were two young girls who came in together a bit later. They never looked at Harry, but stripped and went directly to Dick. Looking at them, Deon immediately thought of Sally, and asked them how old they were. "You have to be eighteen to work here," said one, a busty natural blonde, a bit defensively. 

"And we've both been here for over a year," her companion said, "working for Mr. Hardin." They were both looking at his staff, with a hungry expression.

Deon grinned. "How long have you wanted to fuck him?"

"Since the first day. Jeezis, I go home every night with wet panties," said the blonde. "Jesse, here, is good with her tongue, but a girl needs something in her, ya know?"

"Carrie! You said you wouldn't tell. That means I get to go first, then!" She got up on Dick's bed and threw her leg over him, straddling his hips. "Help me put him in, will you? Oooo, yessss. Damn, I didn't know it could feel this good. Ow, shit, my cherry; now what?"

Deon gave a small laugh. "Lift up about halfway, then push down hard. It'll hurt for a minute, but should go away pretty quickly when you start moving up and down." Carrie looked at him, and smiled. "Sorry," he smiled. "I'm not part of the game. I'm just here to advise."

"That's too bad. Are you sure? It'd be better if both parties got involved. Or so I hear."

"You hear right, but I can't. My girlfriend wouldn't like it, and she'd know." 

"Oh, well," she sighed. "Hurry, Jesse, I get to get a ride, too."

"Okay, just a second I'm almost there. How can I make him come with me?"

"The lady said just tell him when you want him to come."

"Now!" she screamed. "Come now, Dickie!" Dick began the instinctual thrusting of the climactic response, sending small splashes of cum into the young woman. "Ooooh, yessss," she cooed falling forward onto his chest.

"C'mon, Jesse, get off so I can get rid of my cherry, too."

"A'righ'," she said sleepily, and lifted herself from the still erect staff. Carrie immediately replaced her, impaling herself in a single stroke.

"Owwww," she cried. "Damn, that hurt! Why didn't you say something?"

"It was only like a pin prick when I did it." She smiled shyly at Deon.

"How come you guys are in here, giving your cherries to someone who can't enjoy it?" he asked.

"We've both had crushes on him since we started working here. And there aren't any really nice guys our age around town. We dated some guys from the college, but when they heard we were still cherry, they got scared. Maybe now, they won't be so scared and we can get them to...ya know?"

"And in the meantime, you take care of each other?" She nodded, looking at Carrie, riding Dick's prick like a jockey on a thoroughbred.

"Oh mi god, Jessie, this is sooo GOOD! Shit, I'm goooonnnnaaa...aaahhh!" She screamed,thrusting herself down on the prick in her pussy, imbedding its full nine inches in her.

She leaned forward, resting her b-cups on the chest of the middle-aged man under her, revealing her bloody, stuffed pussy. Deon winced slightly at the sight, then smiled, realizing its source. He pulled some tissues from a box on the sideboard and handed them to Jesse. 

"You need to clean him up a little. And yourselves, probably." She smiled shyly, and nodded. She wiped herself as Carrie got down. She handed Carrie some tissues and began to wipe Dick's mushroom shaped glans. 

When it was clean, she bent down and took it into her mouth. "Mmm, not too bad. Better than I thought it might taste," she commented when she straightened up.

"Jesse! Do you know where that's been, and what comes out of it?"

Jesse laughed. "In this case, yes, I do. And I've already been there, and tasted it at the source." She looked at Deon. "You're sure your gf would know?"

"Wouldn't you? Really?" The girls looked at each other and nodded. With a sigh, they dressed and left. The entry door opened and two adult women walked in. The wives.




Astarte Ch. 06



Cynthia Bonesteel was a bottle blonde, about five foot ten, with the lithe body of an athlete, and the bust of a porn star, paid for by her husband. "Where is that lying bastard of a husband of mine?" she demanded, storming into the room barely a second after the girls left.

Polly Hardin was almost her polar opposite. Naturally blonde, she barely topped five five, and was, as they say, plump as a pigeon. Not fat by any definition, she was certainly attractively rounded everywhere you want a woman to be. Her c-cups were all natural and sagged a bit from nursing her three kids. 

She quietly walked over to her husband and began to softly stroke his erection. "Oh, Dick, what has he got you into this time?" she said, so softly as to be barely audible.

"Got him into?" asked Kate, who had quietly followed them into the room. "Does he often do as Harry asks?"

Polly quickly turned around and gasped when she saw Kate standing behind her. "You...you're the ...woman?" she stammered. Kate simply nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect to see you here. The police made it sound like you would be in the hospital for a while."

"Tell me about Dick and Harry. How long have they known each other?"

"They grew up together. Dick was, to be kind, the nerd. Harry was the social one, popular football star. No steady girl, he preferred to play the field. He got hooked up with Dick when one of his junior high teachers assigned them a project together. He always said if it wasn't for Dick, he'd never have made it into college, even with his football scholarship.

"It was the same in college. Harry won't admit it, and claims he got Dick into their fraternity, but I know that he was pledged only when he guaranteed Dick would, too. The frat was on the verge of scholastic suspension and needed some students to bring up their GPA. I know that because my brother was the president of their fraternity that year. 

"Still, Dick thinks he owes Harry some sort of loyalty. He even credits Harry with introducing us. He did, but only because I asked him to."

"How did that happen?" 

"The fraternity had a party, I guess it was our junior year. The next morning I woke up in Harry's bed, obviously having had sex. He was starting to fondle me, but I got up and went to the bathroom, and pretended my period was starting." She giggled. "I even asked Harry if the frat kept any tampons around for their guests. He just jumped out of bed and told me to get dressed and he'd take me home. 

"On the way I asked about Dick. I saw him on campus, but never at the parties. I had heard one of Harry's girlfriends had broken up with him over Dick. When I asked Harry about that, he clammed up. 

"Later, I met her and learned that Harry had pressured her into sleeping with Dick. She was so impressed by the differences, in size and attitude, she decided Harry wasn't worth the trouble anymore. That's when I decided I had to meet Dick."

"Harry tells that story differently, but I know Maggie, and she probably told it straight." Kate and Polly had not seen Cynthia walk over and join them. "Holy shit, Polly! No frigging wonder you smile all the time. My God look at that cock! It must be at least eight inches and...shit, how thick is it?"

"It's nine inches, and seven inches around the base of the glans. That's before we screw. After I come, it's about ten and a quarter and six, until he comes again, then after he goes soft, it's back to nine by seven." 

She nodded toward Kate. "Cindy, this is the woman the police say was attacked."

The tall blonde looked at Kate, taking in her obvious injuries. "Tell me what happened, would you? And why this, instead of letting the police handle it?"

Kate led them to some chairs near Deon and introduced him. She then explained in detail what had happened to her the night before, laying out each man's actions. When she finished telling how the men had left her lying on the ledge and driven off, Polly was quietly sobbing while Cindy's face was hard and expressionless. "That bastard," Cindy hissed. "Because he was too fucking lazy to get to work on time. That cuts it!"

She turned and stormed back to her husband. She stood there for a minute, looking indecisive, fiddling with her rings. Suddenly she backhanded his cock with her left hand, raking her engagement ring up the bottom of his shaft, across his already torn frenulum, eliciting a howl of pain. "So, a prostitute bit you for playing too rough, huh? Well, Harry, as far as I'm concerned, a pro is the only sex you'll ever get to have from now on.

"Polly, I need a favor. Can I borrow your husband's cock for a few minutes? I want to leave Harry with a present." Polly, surprised at her friend's outburst, nodded dumbly. "Dr. Davies, can you make Harry open his eyes and watch me with Dick?" 

"You can, Mrs Bonesteel. Just tell him what you want him to do. Open his eyes, his mouth, climax, ejaculate, watch you, perform oral sex, masturbate. It's whatever you want."

"Okay. Harry, open your eyes and watch me fuck your friend, Dick. Then get ready to clean his cum from my pussy." She started to get up on Dick's bed when Deon stopped her.

"If you're counting on Dick being able to ejaculate, you might want to wait an hour or so. He has already come seven or eight times since we started at noon, about three and a half hours ago."

With a disappointed moue, Cindy stepped down. "Is there any way you can make him..."

"Afraid not, the last two girls only got damp powder when he came in them. The male body isn't really built for multiple times with multiple partners."

Kate broke in. "Deon, I hate to ask it of you, but could you..."

"Oh, please. I'll do any position you want, as long as he can see some other man in my cunt." 

Deon grinned and nodded. He quickly stripped and then helped Cynthia out of her slacks and blouse. He led her to Harry's divan and positioned her doggy style with her hips over Harry's face, so he'd have a close up view of Deon's schlong in her pussy.

Deon got on the bed in front of Cindy and pulled her face to his groin, to his flaccidity. "I'm going to need a little help here. Watching all the screwing in this room has kind of burned me out." Cindy just smiled and inhaled the limp organ, closing her lips around the base and bouncing it on her tongue.

In seconds she was backing away, sounding like she was gagging. "What the fuck..." she exclaimed as soon as her mouth was free. "Holy shit, Polly! Come look at this fucker! I think it's bigger than your husband's; bigger around, anyhow. 

"Christ, kid, take it easy when you put that in me. Needledick here is the biggest thing I've had in there in nearly twenty years."

"No kids?" he asked, getting down and walking to the head of the bed.

"No; that's another thing that has always bothered Harry about Dick. Him so much smaller than Harry and having three kids while 'big man' Harry's sperm can't hit an egg in the tunnel. 

"Easy does it back there. Mmmm. Okay, slowly now. Uh huh, yes, okay, a little faster, yeah, yeah, okay, harder, uh uh uh uh uh oh god yes yes yes oh shit i'm....aaaarggggh! Oh, fuck that felt good. Did you...no? Mmmm, good; keep going until you do.

"Anal? God, no! It's all I can do to take Harry in there. You'd kill me! Just go ahead and fuck the hell out of me. Uh uh uh yes yes oh god again already! Yeeeessssss! Ahhhhh, that feels so good. 

"Hunh, do I want a baby? Why? Legally, it would be Harry's, right? Conceived while I was married to him. Serve the bastard right. I don't know." She felt Deon withdraw and pushed her hips down to her husband's mouth. 

"Clean my snatch, Harry, and be sure you get it all. You don't want to support someone else's kid, do you?" She looked at Deon and grinned. He sent a message to Astarte, who answered with her silver laugh. Cynthia felt a tickle in her lower abdomen.

"Congratulations," said Deon. 

Cynthia's eyes widened in wonder, then with delight. "You mean..." He nodded.

"Don't put that cannon away yet, kid," called Polly. "I've got some revenge to deliver, too." She came over to Deon and Cynthia. "If, that is, you can get it up again so soon."

"Never fear," he laughed, "the everhard dick is here." Polly reached out and hefted his flaccid organ in her hand. 

"Did I hear you ask Cindy if she wanted to try anal? If you want to, I can handle this back there. My Dick and I like to do it that way now and then, especially during my period. It's the only time he likes to use a rubber.

"Cindy, why don't you get him hard again, and lube him up with spit while I get in position?"

Cindy grinned and dropped to her knees, reaching for Deon's wonderwand. This time she was more careful, and only accepted his tip, which she attacked with abandon, rapidly bringing him to full erection. 

Deon mounted the bed behind Polly and placed the head of his member at her crinkled hole and grabbed her hips. "I haven't done this much," he stated, "so if I start to hurt you, holler."

Polly laughed. "Oh, it's gonna hurt. When it gets too much, I'll let you know to stop." Deon began to push. "No! Wait! It's not going in. Damn. Cindy, are Dick's eyes closed? I don't want him to see this. 

"Okay, sonny, you're going to need to lube that monster up in my pussy. Slowly, for god's sake! Unnnnh, okay, go ahead. Mmmmm, shit Cindy I see what you mean, ohhhunnnhh." 

Polly squeezed down on Deon, stopping him. He felt her tremble as a small orgasm rippled through her. He felt a few drops of liquid escape from his rod, deep within Polly's sheath. He was about to say something when she relaxed and pulled off of his dick. Her hand came back to reposition him at her rosebud. 

"Okay, kid, push now. Ungh, damn. No, don't stop...You're doing fine; just go slow at first. That's good. Wait. Back a bit. Okay; in, in, in, wait. Ohohoooh owowowoweee. That was the inside muscle. You're a lot thicker than Dick. Okay, push... back a bit... and push hard... again. unnnngh. I can feel your pubic hair on my butt. Is there more? Okay, wait a little until I can relax everything."

Deon held her hips to his stomach and sat back on his heels, pulling her with him. "What...ooooh, damn! Aaaahhhh, this feels good. Whenever you're ready now." Polly waggled her ass in Deon's lap. 

Cindy looked at the pair, apparently sitting on her husband's face. "Polly, since there doesn't appear to be any running water in this room, have you thought about how you're going to clean up the nice young guy in your ass?"

"I'm not. Harry is. Why do you think I suggested it? Dick and I have done this two or three times a year since we got married. He can come like this, but I never have. This was all just for Harry."

Deon's ears pricked up. Never orgasmed anally? "Astarte?"

There was a pause before she answered. "Slow short strokes until she asks for more. Same treatment on her clitoris, and massage her right nipple; it's more sensitive than the left. As she gets aroused, she'll ask for what she needs. Pay attention."

He did. Soon Polly was moaning and asking for deeper, harder and faster strokes. Her pussy juice was dripping in Harry's eyes and mouth. In a few minutes, climaxing, she lost her ability to hold herself up on her hands and knees and collapsed on Harry, her head banging into his erection. She came again when she felt the warmth of Deon's seed splashing on her bowel walls.

She felt Deon tugging on her hips, urging her to get up. "Hey, let's not smother the guy. He's going to have a family to support," he was saying. 

She struggled to push herself up, and felt the invader in her rump pull out. She moaned in disappointment, then squatted over Harry's face and commanded him to clean her anal area. 

Deon and Cindy helped her down from the divan when Harry was finished and led her to sit at the other end. "My god, kid...what is your name, anyway? I know you're her son, but..."

"I'm Gideon, Deon or just Dee for short."

"Well, Dee, for someone who doesn't do anal much, you sure found all my buttons and switches. I have never experienced anything like that, front or back. 

"And what do you mean, Harry's going to have a family to support? Shit if he were fertile, half the production line women in this plant would have had his kids. The whole damn town knows he can't keep his friggin zipper up. Sorry, Cindy, but that is the rumor."

"That's okay, Polly. It's more than rumor. I've lost track of the number of times I've found strange lipstick on his shorts. But, he's always home at night, and he's never hit me. I know he's been violent in the past, but this is the first time I've seen it. I'll have to see what he does after this...

"Dr. Davies, you were going to explain this procedure."

Kate looked up from her computer where she had been typing notes on the day's happenings. "Other than the three of us, and our statements, the only evidence I was kidnapped and raped is circumstantial, and it is a case of their word against mine. I know what happened, but can't prove it in a court of law. The chances were very good they'd go unpunished. 

"Before I came to present this week long training, I checked into the personnel records of the individuals in the classes. Your husband has been charged with sexual harassment seven times in the past ten years. Each time the charge was withdrawn after the woman was promoted and transferred. 

"I guessed there were others. I didn't think there would be this many who still had a grudge against him. I recruited them to show Harry what it was like to be the victim of a sexual assault."

"And Dick?"

"This morning, when we confronted them, Dick was given the opportunity to testify against Harry, in return all charges but aiding and abetting the kidnapping would have been dropped, and he would have been given five years probation, or he would share Harry's punishment. He chose to side with Harry. From what you have told me, there is some reason he thinks he owes Harry some sort of fealty.

"There was another part of their punishment, which I will alter for Dick, if he will accept it. 

"Well, ladies, it's getting late and there are a few more women who wish to say good-bye to your husbands. Do you want to wait with me outside, or go home and wait for them."

"I think I'll go home and mix up a pitcher of Margaritas and wait for Harry. You said he won't remember anything about who did what to him. Will he remember anything about what was done?" Kate nodded. "Maybe I'll go check into the motel. He might be pretty angry when he gets home."

"Do what you must, Cynthia. Protect yourself. I can't predict his reaction any better than you, but, under hypnosis, Harry will be instructed not to react violently, and to learn how his behavior influences people around him. But there are no promises or guarantees."

"I understand. Can you tell me, what was the other part of their punishment?"

"Your husband is banned from using any computer program I have had a hand in writing. Because of the nature of the industry, that includes nearly 97% of the business and scientific software currently on the market and in use."

"That means...he can't ...you can't be serious. That will ruin him. Please, don't..." She stopped when she saw Kate's eyes harden. 

Without a word, Kate turned to the table and turned her laptop around and typed a little. She showed the screen to the two wives. "These photos were taken by a police officer last night at the hospital. This is what I look like under these slacks and shirt. Your husband wanted to leave me... to rot, I believe were his words. Why should I care what happens to him?" 

Deon stepped up behind her and turned her to bury her head in his shoulder, to calm her rising hysteria. His expression told the women to leave. Cynthia was sobbing softly as she left the room, Polly's arm around her shoulder.

The next few women followed the typical pattern of stopping by Dick and feeling him up, jacking his prick and tickling his balls, commenting on his size. A couple attempted to deep throat him, but for the most part, that stop was simply to calm their nerves and, in a way, test the waters. Noone attempted to make him come.

After a few moments they proceeded to Harry where the abuse became more blatant. His irritated glans was slapped, pinched, squeezed, and even twisted. One woman pushed his cock back to lay on his belly, then shoved two fingers into his anus, to massage his prostate, and ordered him to come until he was empty, painfully shooting dust. Eventually, they all got up on the bed and treated Harry to a golden shower. 

Around eight o'clock, a Latina came in, the final participant. From her accent, it was fairly obvious she had not been in the country very long. Upon entering, her first words, when she saw Deon, were, "It smells in here. Like a toilet."

"Yes. There have been about 60 women in here this afternoon. With the exception of the few who came in just to see Dick, they have all expressed their opinion of Harry by urinating on him. We've tried to contain the urine and its smell, but the process they've had to use isn't very efficient."

"You have to stay?"

"Yes, I am really here for your protection, so Harry can't hurt himself and blame it on one of you. But, don't be embarrassed. I've seen more breasts and vulvas today than if I went to a nudist convention. If you're like the others, it seems as soon as your clothes are gone, and you focus on why you're here, it won't bother you either."

"It's not being naked; it's what I am going to do. Can Senor Hardin, how do you say, squirt his seed?"

Deon nodded. "Ejaculate or come, just tell him to, when you want it to happen." 

"When he comes, when I tell you, can you make Harry open his mouth?" Deon grinned and nodded.

"This," he thought, "is going to be fun."

Rosa Gomez stepped up to Dick and gently took hold of his phallus and stroked it. "Senor Dick, forgive me for playing with your la verga (cock), but I need some of your seed to feed to el puerco (the pig), Harry. Senor, when I have my mouth on him, please tell him." She bent down and covered Dick's glans with her mouth, her eyes on Deon's.

His enjoyment of the moment was evident. His grin, he felt, must go from ear to ear. He gave the instructions she asked for and watched as she caught Dick's sparse spend in her cheeks and carefully transported it to Harry, where she let it, mixed with her saliva, dribble into his open mouth.

"I hope you like that, Harry, because I have more for you. Today, when we hear you were leaving, my friends and I went into your office and search it. I find our green cards which you stole from us. We sent them to the HR department where they belong. 

"But before that, in your office, we decide we all want to give you a present. We clean off the top of your desk and all four of them fucked my pussy. I plug all their cum in me with a tampon, then let all of them fuck my ass and I plug it. And now it is time to unwrap your presents."

She got on the divan and straddled Harry, her vulva directly over his open mouth. She reached down and pulled the string dangling from her labia. The plug seemed to draw out the liquid it was damming in her vagina. It appeared to squirt directly into Harry's mouth. When the flow dropped to a trickle, she commanded him to swallow, and re-open his mouth.

She shifted her position an inch or so forward and reached between her legs to extract the second tampon. Deon cringed at the thought of what was about to flow into Harry's mouth. 

As soon as the tampon was out, there was a fanfaronade of flatulence, spraying a mix of liquids and small solids all over the bottom of Harry's face. Rosa ordered Harry to swallow, then lick her perineal area clean. 

When he was done, she ordered him to open his mouth and fed him the used tampons, ordering him to close his mouth and suck them dry.




Astarte Ch. 06



Then she stood up, feet on either side of his head, and released her golden shower. When she was done, she stepped down and looked at her victim. "No more cock sucks for you, puerco."

She looked at his cock, and laughed. "It look like someone beat me to it. Good for them." She looked at Deon. "If you know who did this, tell them gracias for me and my sister." She turned to look back at Harry. "Puerco!" she said and spit in his face. Then she dressed and left without looking back.

Harry called his mother, who was waiting with Gary Daniels, in his office, discussing the ramifications of the afternoon. They joined Deon and his charges in the conference room. The smell made Daniels' stomach turn. "Shit, we'll never get this smell out of here."

"Sure you can, just keep a small open flame burning in here all day for a week or so. After you shampoo the carpets. They got kind of wet," replied Deon. "Shall I wake these guys, but keep them in thrall, so to speak?"

"Under your spell?" asked Kate. Her son nodded.

"How'd you do that, anyway?" asked Daniels. "I didn't see any of the usual hocus pocus hypnotists usually use."

"Stage hypnotists, you mean. I have my own special technique. Nobody else has been able to use it. Do you want them awake, or not?" he asked.

"Were there any great revelations after the wives left?" Kate asked.

"Apparently, Harry was in the habit of confiscating green cards and blackmailing female immigrants for sex, and probably free work from the men. A Latina came in at the end of the day and told Harry they had broken into his office and retrieved their green cards and sent them to HR, where they belonged." He gave a small laugh. "When she saw the condition of his prick, she said to say gracias to whomever did what she wanted to do."

They woke the two miscreants and gave them their final instructions-about forgetting anyone they might have recognized that day, but remembering what had been done to them, and how it felt to be the helpless victim of an attack. 

The naked pair were accompanied through the production department, to the sounds of hoots, hollers and whistles, to a shower room and allowed to wash off the remnants of the day, then put into the T-Bird and sent on their way. Kate made arrangements to see Dick and Polly at their home the next day.

Deon let Kate into the rental car and stowed her trolley in the back seat. Then he got in the driver's seat and pulled out of the lot onto the highway. It took about ten minutes to get to the Travelers' Inn, where Kate was staying. At the front desk, they registered Deon and picked up the key. 

Neither had spoken since they left the plant. Deon looked closely at his mother. Kate was looking more and more distraught. He walked up to her and pulled her into his arms, her head on his shoulder. She began to sob softly. 

"Let's get you into bed," he said, pulling back and reaching for the buttons on her blouse. 

"I don't know if it'll come off over the cast. I had an awful time getting it on."

"Astarte, help! Please." In a trice, Kate's blouse was lying on the bed. She smiled.

"That's a good trick. Can she teach it to you?"

Deon returned her smile and shook his head, while reaching for the button in the waistband of her slacks. He looked down to see what he was doing, and for the first time saw what Harry had done to his mother. He sucked in his breath and swore.

Kate reached up to touch his face, tears in her eyes. "It's okay, Dee. The doctors tell me it's all superficial, and should disappear in a couple of weeks. Hurry up. I'm awfully tired."

He finished removing her slacks and bra and helped her into bed. He quickly removed his clothes, down to his boxers, and got in bed beside her. He reached out and pulled her to him, wrapping his leg over her hips. She was shaking, and in a moment began to sob, loud wracking sobs. Deon held onto her, offering the comfort of his touch and embrace.

It took Kate nearly an hour and a half to calm down and fall asleep. Deon had just become aware of her quiet, even breathing when he noticed a silver aura floating just above the other bed in the room. "Astarte?"

She appeared, lying on the bed, wearing a gauze-like gown. "Come, join me. Kathryn will sleep now, until light."

Deon eased his way out of Kate's arms and the bed and joined his goddess. "Did you enjoy your interlude with the wives? I attempted to increase their libido for you." She reached for his still mostly flaccid phallus. "I thought you might need some relief after watching all those naked women abuse those two men. And they would be better than the two virgins who preceded them." 

"Well, the virgins would have been okay, but the Latina at the end of the day, she would have been real nice. She was almost as pretty as you."

Astarte beamed. "Flatterer. I considered her for you, but one of the men whose seed she fed to el puerco, as she called him, had recently come down with a contagious virulent liver disease, something C-one . My information source tells me neither the immigrant nor Harry will live out the year."

"What about the girl?"      

"Irony of ironies. When she started working for Harry, he insisted she get a vaccine he turned down, to prevent her catching it.

"Enough of them. I called you over here because watching all that sex play today has me extremely aroused, and I can't think of anyone better to help me calm down; can you?"

Deon's answer was to bend down and slurp her nipple into his mouth at the same time his hand searched for the juncture of her thighs. Astarte moaned when he discovered the dampness indicating she was ready for him. 

He pushed her onto her back and got into position between her knees. He released her nipple and moved up to capture her lips with his. As their tongues intermingled, he slid into her. 

He pulled her legs up so her knees rested on his shoulders. His arms went around her, so she was bent in two, with his nearly nine inches of male meat completely engulfed in her quim. She moaned her pleasure and began to thrust her hips at him. 

"Fuck me, motherfucker," she hissed at him. "Fuck me as hard and fast as you can. Give me all the seed you have. Come with me to Olympus and live as a god. Come in me and feel immortal. Harder, master Gideon. Motherfucker Gideon. Seducer of sisters, hijacker of gods' privileges, despoiler of virgins, fuck me, mortal! I command you! Yess! Faster! Harder! Do it do it do it do do do do do do do do do oh fuck, Amun! IIIIiiiiiiiiiiii..." her body went into full rigor as her legs straightened, pushing Gideon out of her. 

He immediately scrambled back between her legs and reentered her, continuing his furious pumping for several seconds before he felt the turmoil in his balls and then suddenly he was coating the inside of the goddess's love sheath. 

He collapsed on her, pressing her breasts into her chest wall, while his cock continued to spasm, adding to the sperm load she was garnering. Astarte lifted his face and fastened her lips to his. "Lovely," came the message in his head.

They coupled twice more, finishing up their lovemaking with Astarte in the cowgirl position, thoroughly enjoying the freedom it gave her. "Thank you for this, Gideon, my lover. In all of my experience, I cannot remember doing this. 

"Although I am the goddess of love, I am supposed to be submissive, and accept what my lover gives me, even with mortals. Amun may regret letting me return."

"Letting you return? What do you mean?"

"When your mother was attacked last night, he learned of the struggle between Neffi, Ra and me. He was extremely upset with them because we are not supposed to interfere with your lives or fates.

"He was also upset because Ra's spell forced me to interact with you. Amun could have ordered me to abandon you and your mother, but he knew, because of Kathryn's precarious situation, that would have been wrong, and sent me back to see that she was okay. 

"As soon as she is sufficiently recovered, I must return to Ben-Ben, or, as you call it, Olympus. You will retain my gift, but use it wisely. Do not use it show off your power, as you did with Karen; nor to hurt someone, unless, as with Harry, it is the only way to achieve justice. It is a gift meant to bring you and others pleasure, just as you have given me joy.'

"I understand. I will try to do as you say."

"I know. You are a good man, Gideon, and your intentions are good. You are going to do a great many great things and achieve much success. Now it is almost light and Kathryn will soon awaken. It is time for you to return." Gideon had a sense of floating. He looked down and saw he was still joined with Astarte, but they were floating above the beds. 

He did a double take. In the bed where he had held his mother, there were two bodies: Kate's and-his? Astarte laughed at his perplexity. She lowered them so he-his essence/spirit/ghost-settled into his body and she settled into Kate's. "I love you," he whispered. She nodded, beaming.

Kate stirred in his arms. "Mmm, Deon?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Mmmm. I'm glad you came. Are you okay?"

"Yes, Mom; I'm fine. How do you feel?"

"'M okay. Take off my panties, will you?"

"Mom?"

"Take off my panties. If today is the last day of my life, I don't want to die knowing Harry Bonesteel was the last man I had sex with. I want you to make love with me. Can you do that?"

"But the tearing in your vagina..."

"Not as bad as it looks. Harry wasn't that big, you might have noticed. I've done more damage to myself with a vibrator." She opened her eyes to look at him. "Now, are you going to help me, or do I need to go someplace and pick up a stranger?" Her smile betrayed her knowledge of his answer.

"It's okay, Mom; I'm all the stranger you need." He got up on his knees, straddling hers and reached for her bikinis. She lifted her hips, then sat up and fastened her lips to his. 

"Just go slow and be gentle. I don't care if I climax. I just want to feel you in me. Come if you can."

He knew Astarte was with Kate, experiencing everything Kate did. He began to move in his mother, slowly pumping in and out, his strokes exposing about a third of his staff. Kate moaned in appreciation. Her arms and legs found their way around his shoulders and hips. "Lovely," she whispered. 

He slid his arms under her to take his weight and lowered his chest to hers, pillowing himself on her breasts. "Yes, you are," he replied. Her arms tightened, pulling him closer. They fell asleep like that.

The maid knocking on the door woke them. Their shout to wait interrupted her opening the door. They were on their sides, wrapped up in each other, the head of Deon's flaccid member caught by the tip of his foreskin in her labia majora. They laughed aloud. 

"Ooooohhhh," moaned Kate. "That hurts. Shit, I ache all over. Damn you, Harry; I feel worse today than I did yesterday."

"I'll go run you a warm bath, then run out for coffee and something for breakfast. 

"Unless we can get a red eye out of St Lou, we're stuck here until tomorrow. Is there anything you wanted to do besides talk to the Hardins?"

"Some more like this morning, if you're up to it."

"For you? Anytime. I'll also get some stuff for sandwiches, then."

"Typical man. You have two hungers, and as long as they're satisfied, you don't give a shit about anything else." Her smile was nearly normal. Obscured only by the bandage covering her eye. "I have to check in at the hospital, to change this eyepatch."

"Damn!" he said, grinning, "'s always something!" He ducked the pillow she threw and slipped into the bathroom. In a second she heard the water running.

Using the GPS on Kate's cell pone, they had no problem finding the Hardin house, a large rambling ranch style home. Cindy was there, also. She had spent the night there, with her friend. "I waited at home, for Harry, but he was in a foul mood, so I called Polly and she said come over. Do you mind if I listen to what you propose for Dick?"

Kate looked at the Hardins, who both nodded. She shrugged. "It is really up to them. My proposal is simple. Dick, you confess to aiding and abetting in the kidnap. I have spoken to the District Attorney and to the Sheriff. 

"They will support a recommendation for six months in jail, followed by three years supervised probation, or weekends in jail for a year, followed by four years probation. You would participate in the vocational training program the Sheriff is instituting, building and rehabbing computers. With your experience, he said, he would use you as a peer supervisor.

"Upon your release from jail, your old job would be waiting for you, no restrictions on computer use." She paused. Looking him in the eyes, she went on, "You would have to allocute to your crime, describing everything that happened the other night."

Dick sat there, stunned. Polly was quietly weeping. "Do it!" exploded Cindy. "You're a damn fool if you don't do it, Dick. You don't owe Harry a friggin' thing. Every good thing he's ever achieved has been because of you. What ever he did for you, you have more than repaid."

Dick nodded, looking at Kate. "I...I will...I'll take it, the six months in jail, and I'll tell the court what Harry did Tuesday." 

Just then, there was a pounding on the door. "Cindy! Cindy! Are you there?" It was Harry at the door. 

Polly answered the door. She had barely cracked it when Harry pushed his way into the house. He stormed into the living room where the group was sitting. 

The first person he saw was Kate. "What the fuck are you..." Then he saw Deon and quieted down. "What's going on? They still trying to get to you, Dick? You keep quiet, and they can't do a thing." He looked around and saw his wife sitting in a side chair. 

"Cindy! Where you been? Why'd you leave me alone last night? Shit, I couldn't sleep for worrying about you."

"Bullshit, Harry," she replied. "If you were worrying, it was about your own fat ass. That's all you ever worry about. Even with Dick, you're not worrying about him or what might happen to him and Polly. It's you, just like it's always been.

"Stick to your decision, Dick. Harry'll survive; he always does. Go home, Harry. I'll be there when I decide what I'm going to do."

"When you decide...Bullshit!" he exploded. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to standing. "You come now, bitch, or you won't ever get back in the house. Where's your bag?"

Deon felt Astarte's anger flare as she took control of his physical body. He was on his feet in a flash and spun the large man around. "Let her go," he growled.

Harry, surprised, sneered at the slightly built six-footer. "Go wipe your nose, squirt, 'n' keep it out of business that ain't yours." He put his hand on Deon's chest and shoved. Deon simply reached up and pushed the hand away. The big man frowned and again attempted to push Deon out of the way.

"I said to let go of her," Deon repeated, softly. To those listening carefully, there was a menacing tone in the young man's words, but Harry was beyond listening carefully. He pulled his arm back to punch the young man who was in his way.

At some level, he recognized Deon as Kate's son, which added to the joy he anticipated when he flattened the interfering son of a bitch. He directed the blow at the spot right between Deon's eyes.

Harry could feel nothing but pain as Deon squeezed the hand that had been aimed at his face. The larger man was on his knees, his arm out straight, angled toward his back. It felt like his hand was caught in a vise, being crushed, the pain so severe he was unable to talk.

Deon was talking. "Now listen to me, you worthless piece of drek. Listen and obey. You are going to stand up and walk with me to your car. You will go home and clean up any mess you made last night when you got home. You will do all the stuff you call woman's work you can find: laundry, dusting, vacuuming, dishes, anything you would expect your wife to do for you. Do you understand?

"When your wife returns to you, you will do whatever she tells you to do. If she says leave her alone, you will go to another room. If she says kiss her cunt, you will drop to your knees and kiss her cunt. If she says french her ass, you will shove your tongue so far up her asshole, she'll feel it on her tonsils. Do I make myself clear?

"When she tells you to shit, you ask how much, what color and where. Understand? 

"Until she says otherwise, you are her lowest slave. And you will love it. Until she says different, that tiny needledick you are so proud of stays hidden in your pants. You don't even jackoff without her permission. Got It?

"If she takes a lover, when they come to the house, you will welcome him or her. If Cynthia wants you to help guide his prick into her, you will do so with a sincere smile, because she is enjoying herself. That is your primary purpose-to help and allow her to find enjoyment in her life. Is that clear?" Deon released the pressure on the arm and fist he was holding. "Answer me, you sack of shit!"

"Y...Y...Ye...Yes, I understand. Please, let me go; you're breaking my hand."

"What do you understand?"

"That I am Cynthia's slave, to...to...c.. carry out wh..whatever... she says... to..to do... to.. h..elp her joy."

Deon turned to Cynthia. "Any questions?"

"H...Hu...How did you..."

"I been working out. He'll do as you say, now. If he doesn't, I'll come back and tear off this arm," he said, shaking the hand he still held. "You know that, don't you, Harry?" The big man nodded, grimacing in pain. "Get up now; it's time for you to go do your chores."

Harry stumbled to his feet and was led by Deon outside and to the curb, where he had parked. Deon didn't release him until the car door was opened. There was a flash of resentment across Harry's face. Deon felt Astarte's anger flare up when he saw it. He pushed Harry into the car. 

"I want you to remember what happened in this house, and what you were told to do. Because if you don't, I will return. The next time I see you, that'll be the last time anyone sees you. Believe that. And if anything happens that hurts or harms Cynthia, I'll come hunting for you. Now leave." He stood in the road, watching Harry drive away, until the car turned the corner at the end of the next block.

Cynthia was waiting for him just inside the door. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder, at the same time thanking him. He held her, remembering yesterday. "We need to talk," he whispered to her. She looked up into his face, her cheeks glistening, and nodded. She took his hand and led him to the guest room she had used.

Deon sat her down on the edge of the bed and sat with her, their knees touching. "Don't ask how I know, or who was responsible, but yesterday, during his ordeal, Harry was infected with an STD, one that is usually fatal. From what I know about this particular class of diseases, there aren't any specific symptoms, until the liver fails. By then it's too late, and there is no known cure. You must avoid sex with him, or insist he use a condom. If you have oral sex with him, you must use a female condom,"

"I understand. How long..."

"That depends on the strain and Harry's physical condition. It could be a couple of years, or as soon as Christmas. I don't want to pry, but does Harry have insurance?"

"Mostly the insurance his work provided, but that ends at the end of the month. And the house will be paid off. The mortgage insurance will make the house payments for six months because he lost his job, and will pay it off in case of death. Why?"

"Because I don't think you should suffer because your husband turned out to be an asshole. I'll talk with my mother and see if we can't convince the company to keep the insurance in effect for a year. The only other question is living expenses."




Astarte Ch. 06



"It won't be easy, but we'll be okay. I teach junior high math. Thank you for caring." She looked at the bed, then back at Deon, her hunger plain. "I don't suppose..."

Before she realized it, her panties were gone and Deon was buried balls deep in her. Although she tried to muffle her scream, the people in the living room smiled in embarrassment when they heard her climax. Polly commented that Deon had said Cindy was going to have a baby, and wondered how he knew.

Kate just smiled and said, "If he said so, you can pretty well bet on it. He has a way of knowing those things about the women he's been with."

"He's an amazing young man. I've never seen anyone face Harry down like that," Dick said.

"Yes, he can be. He often surprises me. I wonder, sometimes, where the shy little boy I raised went."

The other couple laughed and agreed, kids were often surprising, especially to parents.

On their way back to the motel, Kate called Cliff Smythe and convinced him to continue the insurance at its current level for the two men, payable to the families instead of the company. She also called the DA and Sheriff and informed them of Dick's agreement to plead to aiding and abetting. A court appearance for the next morning was arranged.

In their room, Kate stood in front of the nearly full length mirror, examining her bruises. Those on her breasts and around the vulva were already changing to yellow. Even her abdomen seemed less black, more of a purple. 

"I can't believe it," she commented to Deon, running her hand over the bruised areas, "I usually take forever to get rid of bruises like these. Even my hand hurts less and I can move my fingers more, almost like my arm wasn't broken."

"It's probably Astarte. She told me last night that her boss, a god named Amun, told her to hurry up and finish with us. As soon as you are sufficiently healed, she has to leave us."

"Amun? Wasn't he one of the Egyptian gods? Actually part of several. There was Amun-hotep, and Amun-ra, that I can remember. Difficult to conceive of gods having bosses, but I guess...like Jupiter and Juno being king and queen of the greco-roman gods. Well, tell her thank you for me.

"Did she prompt you to take on Harry?"

"Prompt me? Unh-uh, she just took over my body and attacked him. I told you; she is the goddess of love, and war."

"Do you think he will do as she said? She dictated a pretty drastic role reversal there. Cynthia doesn't really seem like the domineering type."

"She'll do okay. Besides..." and he told her about Harry's future.

"Because of what I made happen yesterday? Oh, Deon! I didn't mean..."

"Not you, Kate! And not Astarte. She made it clear, Harry's fate was dictated by some other god he pissed off by his actions. And it had to be someone pretty powerful, because they aren't supposed to interfere with us at all. The god who put Astarte in her statue was banished from their home because of what they did to you and to her, forcing her to interact with a human."

"You believe in them, don't you?" 

"Don't you? Look at me, Mom. A month ago, I couldn't even get a decent hello from a waitress. Yesterday, half the women who came into that room offered me a piece. Sally and I have wanted each other for four years, but it would never have happened without Astarte. And you. What are the odds we'd be together if not for her?"

Kate nodded. "It's just so..." She shrugged. "I don't know. Everything I have studied...they just don't fit into my rationality."

"Mine, either, still..." They looked at each other, and simultaneously laughed at their perplexity. He walked up to his mother and gathered her in his arms, pressing her nudity to his. "We don't have to understand. Astarte said just enjoy the gifts. Shall we?"

"I'd love to, but I still have to see the doctor. I don't think it would be good to show him a just used vagina so soon after being forcibly raped, do you? 

"But there might be something I can do for you," she grinned, pushing him to sit on the bed. She dropped to her knees and pushed her head forward, into his crotch. He caught his breath and laid back, to enjoy the gift.

The visit to the doctor was unremarkable. The doctor was pleased and attributed her rapid recovery to her overall superb health. He offered to forward a copy of his findings and recommendations to her personal physician back in Cornwall. Kate thanked him and said she'd see her doctor and let him decide if he needed anything more than her verbal report.

The court hearing the next morning was equally uneventful. The judge was a little surprised by the leniency of the punishment, given the gravity of the charge, and questioned Kate about her opinion. When he learned that she had brokered the deal, he shrugged his shoulders and imposed the agreed on sentence. 

Dick and Polly thanked Kate for her understanding. She hugged each of them and wished them well. A warrant was issued for the arrest of Harry, who had disappeared.

They were able to catch a red eye flight to LAX, which entailed a flight to Memphis, then a direct flight to LA. They left at eleven PM, local time, and with a short layover in Memphis, arrived in LA at four AM, local time. Kate had arranged a private charter to get them to San' Angelo at noon the next day. Sally met them there in Deon's car.

Her first sight of her mother caused her to gasp, distressed at the sight her mother presented. Kate's face was beginning to heal. The eye patch was gone, revealing a dark purple bruit surrounding her eye orbit. 

The bruise which had covered her right cheek was beginning to fade, and was a mottled mixture of black, purple, red and yellow. In patches, small areas of normally colored skin could barely be seen.

Sally ran to her mother as soon as she had cleared the concourse gate. "Mom! Are you alright? What happened to your face? And eye? Why is your arm in a cast? Jeezus Christopher, mother, what in hell happened to you in St Louis?"

Kate greeted her daughter with a one armed hug. "I am perfectly alright, Sally. Deon can fill you in on the ride home. Let's get our luggage and get out of here. Spending six hours in an airplane is no longer my idea of fun. Why don't you go get the car and meet us outside?"

Deon drove home, with Sally riding shotgun. Kate was reclining on the back seat, her back propped up in a corner, one leg across the rear seat. When Deon checked on her in the rearview, it looked like she was asleep. As he watched, a small silver orb settled into Kate's chest. "Astarte?"

"Nothing to worry about, Gideon. I am just expediting her healing. After all, she must be in good health to nourish the baby she and you conceived last weekend."

"You mean...and it's okay?"

"Yes, he is okay, and I am endeavoring to make sure he stays okay. Now, keep your eyes on the road. I don't trust these horseless chariot s; they go too fast." Deon grinned, partly at Astarte's comment on cars, partly at her news.

"What happened in St Louis? Why did you have to leave here in such a hurry Tuesday night?" Sally interrupted his thoughts. She looked at him, waiting for an answer. "And why are you grinning like a Cheshire cat?"

Ignoring the last question, Deon brought Sally up to date on what had happened to their mother in the past week. "And they all pissed on him? Good; the son of a bitch is lucky I wasn't there. I would have walked all over his cock and balls, making sure they weren't useable. Have they caught him yet?"

"Not as of eleven last night. But they will. He's not dumb, but I don't think he's smart enough to stay uncaught for long. His size and his temper are against him." They were home, at the house in San' Angelo Deon had rented.

As soon as she entered the house, Kate made a beeline for the master bath and started to draw a bath. Without thinking, she called Deon to help her. Sally looked at her brother and raised her eyebrows, then grinned and gave him a thumbs up. He just shook his head and went to see what his mother needed.

She was having a problem unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. When Deon got it unfastened, he turned her to take it off her shoulders. When she turned back, braless, she saw Sally standing in the door, smiling. Kate immediately grasped the implication of calling Deon to help her with her bath.

She smiled and shrugged. "I guess it runs in the family. Are we going to need a schedule for who sleeps where?"

Sally laughed. "Maybe. Mary came up with me to start her new job. She's been sleeping in the guest room since Deon didn't get a chance to set up the room in the basement he promised her."

"That's us three, and Bertie. Anyone else, Dee?" his mother asked, climbing into the tub. "Help me sit, honey. Between the break and the bruising, I'm too achey to trust my balance." She settled back in the warm bath water. 

"You two go figure out sleeping arrangements. For the next few days, I'll be abstaining from sex, but I'll take my turns in his bed. I've grown used to having him there." She closed her eyes and was soon in the half sleep warm baths seem to induce.

"So, who's Bertie?" Sally asked as they walked back to the living room, holding his arm. "And is there anyone else?"

"Noone else I foresee, on a regular basis, but Bertie. Remember the Art History instructor I was complaining about last year. I was assigned to her class this summer when I registered to take the advanced course. That's Bertie, Dr Roberta McGee..." and he went on to tell Sally about Bertie.

"OMG, Deon, that is so weird. It's one thing to be able to screw anyone you want, but to get your teacher...damn, you could literally fuck yourself through the rest of your college career. You would just have to choose the right teachers; the ones you wouldn't mind fucking for an A."

"Maybe, but Astarte has told me it was meant as a gift to enjoy. I think if I start to abuse it that way, she'd take it back, and not too gently. That reminds me. There's someone I have to go see. Can you give Mom a hand getting out of the tub? I should be back in a couple of hours."

Deon pulled into the parking lot at the diner. It was the mid-afternoon lull, and the lot was nearly empty. Walking in, he saw Mary working the counter. Karen was not to be seen. He waved at Mary, who flashed him a welcoming smile. 

He had just settled into his favorite booth, next to the door to the kitchen, when Karen appeared through the kitchen doors. When she saw him, a smile flitted across her face before her expression settled into a frown. 

Inwardly, Deon grimaced, guessing at the cause of her irritation. He stood up and caught up with her at the register.

"Karen, can I talk to you. I need to apologize for what happened last week when I was in here with my mother."

She looked at him, her face blank, then nodded. "Follow me," she ordered and led him back through the kitchen doors and kitchen, to a small office beyond the storeroom. She locked the door behind them. "Go on."

"That day, I used a form of hypnosis to make you do something you probably wouldn't ordinarily do on such short acquaintance. I'm sorry. It was wrong."

Without a word, Karen's hand came up and struck his cheek. It was somewhere between an outright slap and a firm pat, hard enough to be felt, but not so hard as to hurt. "That's for forcing me into something I don't ordinarily do," she said, then grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her for a fierce kiss. 

Breaking the kiss, she turned and leaned on the desk and pulled up the back of her skirt. "Now, do it again," she said with a wide smile.

Deon was a bit taken aback. "Are you sure, Karen? Do you really want..."

Karen turned to face him. "What? Do you need someone else here with you? Aren't I enough? Is there something about me turning you off? I'm offering you pussy with no strings, no expectations except a good time. What else do you need?" 

He grinned. "Nothing; I was just surprised. I thought you were mad at me."

"I was for a few minutes after you and your mother left. I wanted more. Then, you haven't been around since then and I began to wonder if you'd ever come back, or if I'd ever get another chance. That afternoon was the first time I've had sex since my husband got sick over twelve years ago. I had forgotten how pleasurable it is just to have a live cock in me. 

"I guess I'm going to have to find someone for regular sex, but until then, I'm willing to use your guilty feelings to get an occasional lay. Now, you going to do me here, or come to my house tonight?"

Deon's grin got wider and he reached for the older woman. "The woman who showed me how to use the hypnotic trick said I should only use it for the pleasure of both parties. It'll be my pleasure to pleasure you." His hands glided over her ample bosom, eliciting moans of pleasure and appreciation from both of them.

"Oooh, damn, that feels good," cooed Karen, "but right now I'm so frigging wet, I'm going to have to change my panties when we're done. I appreciate the attempt at foreplay, but unless you need it to get in the mood, I'm ready to get screwed."

Deon's hands went to her shoulders and applied light pressure. Karen smiled and started reaching for his waistband and belt. By the time she was on her knees, his pants and jockeys were around his ankles. She leaned forward and slurped his semi into her warm, vacuum-like mouth, caressing his crown with her tongue. He was hard enough to service her in an instant. 

"More of that later," she said, releasing him. "Right now, I want to get fucked, hard. Ready, sonny?" she asked, turning around to lean on the desk, and reaching up her skirt to remove her panties. Deon stepped up behind her and lifted her skirt onto her back.

He slid his hands down over her ass, caressing it, moving his right hand down to slide his two middle fingers into her opening, while his left hand moved around front to search out her clit. He withdrew his fingers and slid his cock up and down her slit before positioning it to enter her. 

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back at the same time he thrust forward. If there had been pictures on the wall, they would have rattled, her moan was so loud. "Unnggghhh! Oh, shiiiit that feels soooo goooood!" she moaned. "Fuck me now, you little bastard. Fuck me hard and fast. Use me use my cunt my ass just fuck meeeee oh god that is so nice more fucker nnnnngggghhh god yessss oh shit I'm cooommming!" 

She began to spasm, thrusting her hips back and forth on his cock. Moaning loudly, interspersing grunts in the moan," nnnnghnnnnghnnngh..."

She was still moaning and thrusting when Deon sprayed the walls of her sheath with his babyseed., intensifying Karen's orgasm. Her volume increased and then she seemed to collapse on the desk, breathing heavily. 

Deon leaned over her, supporting himself on the desk on his elbows. When his staff had softened enough to drop out of her, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then moved to sit in the chair by the desk. Karen smiled at him from where she lay on the desk. 

She pushed herself to standing and walked to him. She put her hands on his knees and spread them, then bent over and took his flaccid prick in her mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmm, good. You have sweet cum. Must eat a lot of fruit," she said standing up. She found her panties on the floor where she had dropped them. She reached under her skirt and used them to wipe her crotch.

The knock on the door startled both of them. Without thinking of Deon's state of undress, Karen shouted, "Come in."

Mary stuck her head in the door. She gave a yelp of surprise when she saw Deon, half nude, sitting in the boss's chair. "Uhhh, Karen, Marie, the new girl, is here to start. You said to have her come in a little early to do the paperwork." 

She couldn't keep her eyes off Deon or the laugh out of her voice.

"Oh...yeah...tell her I'll be out in a minute. And that's all you have to tell her, Mary."

"Okay. Glad to see you're back, Deon. Good trip?"

"Not especially; tell you about it later." Mary nodded and withdrew.

Karen looked at him, inquisitively. "I rent her a room," he explained, without elaborating.

When he re-entered the diner's dining room, he saw the new girl waiting at the counter by the cash register. She looked familiar, but he wasn't able to place her. She looked up and saw him and Karen coming through the kitchen door together. A look of surprise and alarm registered on her face. And then Deon recognized her.

Karen walked to the register, pulling Deon with her. "Mary, come here. Hi, Marie; glad to see you're early.

"Girls, this is Deon, one of my favorite regular customers. He has done me some big favors in the past." Mary found it impossible to hide her smile. Karen noticed and gave her a dirty look. "Not that kind, Mary. He made it possible for me to regain control of the kitchen and avoid some legal trouble. He eats free whenever he comes in. Whatever he wants." 

With an impish grin which suited her face, and born of a sense of humor rooted in her new found sexuality, Mary asked, "Including us?"

Karen looked at her, shocked speechless, then laughed. "That is entirely up to you, as long as the other customers are all looked after."

Marie, the new girl, was trying hard not to laugh, and was succeeding in not getting caught looking at Deon. Karen dismissed Mary and asked Deon if he needed something to eat. He nodded and went back to his booth to wait for Mary while Karen gave Marie the new-hire paper work.

When Mary came to take his order, he asked her, "When did Jordan show up?"

"Wednesday, I was at the Mall and found her sitting on a bench outside the food court, crying. She was trying to find a job, she said, but wasn't having any luck. Without any experience, storekeepers are kind of leery hiring someone her age. Karen said she'd give her a try when I asked that afternoon; she said it would give me a chance to spend more time in the kitchen.

"She and her Ma are here taking classes, like me. Jordan, she goes by Marie now, wants to go into Social Work, and her Ma into Art and fashion design."

"Good for them." he glanced at the menu, not really seeing it, suddenly realizing he hadn't eaten since they ate at the LA airport. "I'll have a hot turkey sandwich with mashed. And some coffee." She brought the coffee a few minutes later. 

"Shit, Dee! You'll never believe what just happened. Karen caught the cook smoking pot out back and fired his ass. I've got to cook and serve the evening fare. Karen said she can help prepare the ingredients, but the actual cooking...what am I going to do? Marie hasn't ever worked, not really. And Karen says Saturdays are her busy nights. And..."

"Easy, Mary. Relax. You'll do fine. I want you to think only about the kitchen, about what has to happen, in what order, and then do it. I promise, you'll do fine." Mary visibly relaxed. "Send Marie out with my sandwich when it's ready. Now, go make Karen glad she hired you."

After a short wait, Marie brought his sandwich and potatoes to him. "Here you are, Deon. Thank you for pretending not to recognize me. I've told Karen a lot about my family; enough so she knows why I've changed my name and appearance, anyway. 

"Mom and I found most of the cash, and used a lot of it to hire Dad and them a lawyer. Not that they'll be able to do much but make sure their rights are observed." 

She sighed and shrugged, then started to turn away. She turned back with a small smile. "In case you're interested, I'm on the menu, too."

"Be careful what you offer, Jordie. I expect my partners to be monogamous."

"But you don't promise to be monogamous?" 

"That's right."

She thought for a few seconds. "And if I accept that, how often would I see you?"

He thought, counting. "Once, twice a week. Sometimes, maybe more, maybe less."

"Could you work in Momma, too?"