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   Feminine Charms by TheRant ---------------------- 10:00 AM

   "So when did you decide you were in love with your sister?"

   The young woman lying on the couch blushed red, shaking her head
hurriedly from side to side.  "I didn't say I was in love with Phoebe.  Not
that I don't love her, she's my sister.  It's just that since she came back
from New York I've been having these dreams,...  these fantasies about
her."

   "And these fantasies of yours only manifested themselves since your
sister came back to San Francisco?  You never had any of them before?"

   "Well...  I had some before she left but they've just gotten so intense
lately."

   "Hmmmm." The doctor wrote a few lines of thought out in the pad she was
holding.  "And there has never been any sexual relations between you and
Phoebe?"

   On the couch Piper began to squirm uncomfortably.

   "Please Piper.  If you don't tell me everything I can't try to help
you."

   Piper let out a final sigh of defeat before saying, "Well...  we've
never really had sex together.  I mean I've touched her,...  and we've
touched each other,...  but..."

   "Relax Piper.  Just start at the beginning Tell me about how your sexual
activities with your sister began."

   "Phoebe was thirteen when she finally caught me masturbating in my
bedroom.  I'd been in a bad way.  Prue had just gone off to college, so we
couldn't...well,...  and then there was Andy in her senior year.  She was
just to busy with him to play much with me anymore.'

   "Hmmmm.  So you had a sexual relationship with your other sister before
you started with Phoebe.  Very interesting.  So you were sexually
frustrated because you didn't have anybody anymore.  You are a very
attractive young woman.  Weren't there any young men interested in you?"

   "I was a bit shy in high school." Piper admitted.  "A few of the boys
had asked me out but I hadn't thought I was ready for that yet."

   "And what about your parents.  Did they try to discourage you from
dating?"

   "My mom died when I was five.  Then my dad...  juts left.  My sisters
and I were raised by our grandmother."

   The doctor quickly scribbled out a few lines on her pad.  "And how would
you describe your relationship with your grandmother.  Was she too severe?"

   "No Grans was a doll.  We all loved her very much."

   "And...  did your grandmother ever...try to have sex with you?"

   Piper laughed at that.  "No way.  Grans wasn't that type.  She was
pretty permissive but she'd never do anything that she thought might harm
us."

   "Hmmmm, I was just checking to see if you might have gotten your lesbian
tendencies from her.  Quite often a parent or relative starts the cycle."

   "I'd never really considered myself a lesbian." Piper explained.  "Sure
this is San Francisco I know quite a few of them but I've never had that
type of relationship with them."

   "So you did eventually start dating boys?"

   "Yes."

   "Hmmm." The doctor scribbled another line.  "Lets go back to that first
experience with Phoebe shall we.  You said she had caught you masturbating
in your room."

   Piper had been having a difficult day at school.  All day she kept
feeling that buzzing, tickling sensation in her crotch that meant she
really needed a good hard fingering.  She'd never been happier to see her
grandmother's old house as she was that day when she finally got home.

   Dumping her books on the couch she ran into her room upstairs and
slammed the door.  Jumping onto the bed she undid her jeans and wormed her
way out of them.

   God, her panties were already dripping.  Touching herself through the
damp cloth she felt a delightful shiver race up her body.

   Oh, she really needed this.

   Shoving her fingers inside she dug through the oily slime as she rubbed
a finger up and down her wet slit until she felt the bud of her swollen
clitoris.  She forced herself to swallow a scream of pleasure as she
stroked the button until she couldn't bare to touch it anymore.

   Phoebe had just gotten home from a miserable day at school.  Sure her
grades weren't always the best but did Mr.Thurson have to yell her down
like he did today.  That old bastard really had it in for her.

   Nobody seemed to be there when she got inside, but a pile Piper's books
was on the couch.  Going upstairs Phoebe heard a stifled moan coming from
Piper's room.  The door was almost closed, but the lock hadn't stuck and it
had reopened about an inch.

   Tip-toeing up to the door Phoebe looked through the crack and froze as
she saw her sister spread out on her bed, a hand digging back and forth in
her panties.  From the way she was swinging her head back and forth and
arching her back she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.  Phoebe
didn't quite know what to make of it.  Sure, she'd been touching herself
down there ever since she hit puberty, and liked the tingles it gave her,
but she'd never seen anything quite like this.

   When her sister started to thrust her hips in rough circles and bite her
lip to stop herself from screaming Phoebe leaned forward..., and tripped,
knocking the door all the way open.

   "Ahhhhh!" Piper let out a scream, both from shock and the leftover's of
her orgasm.

   Phoebe looked up from the floor, an embarrassed smile on her pretty
teenage face.

   "Phoebe." Piper screamed, pulling her hand from her panties and then
shaking her fists at her sister.  Unfortunately this just sent a long trail
of wet slimy drops toward her.

   "Eeeee." Phoebe screeched as one of the drops landed on her cheek.

   "Oh god." Piper sighed, her face reddening.  "Phoebe.  Please get out."

   She got up off the floor but she didn't leave.  Instead she wiped the
drop off her face with her hand and stared at it.  Plopping herself onto
the foot of Piper's bed she just looked back and forth from her hand and
her sister.

   "Piper?" Phoebe asked, an excited tremor in her voice.  "What were you
doing?"

   "God Phoebe!" Piper swore in embarrassment.  "Would you please leave."

   Piper had pulled her knees up to her chest but it didn't succeed in
hiding her dripping crotch nearly as much as she intended it to.

   "What were you doing Piper?" Phoebe asked again.  "It looked like it was
a lot of fun."

   "Oh god Phoebe!"

   "You were masturbating?  Weren't you?" she asked her big sister.

   "Oh god Phoebe!" Piper screamed her face doing a good impression of a
ripe tomato.

   "A couple of my friends said they do it.' Phoebe told her
matter-of-factly.  "What's it like?"

   Piper just stared at her little sister in shock.  Sure, at thirteen she
was turning into a woman now, and a quite beautiful one if she kept growing
the way she was.  It had been over a year since little Phoebe had come
rushing home from school to tell them all she'd started bleeding.  Their
grandmother threw a sort of party, just as she had for Prue and Piper when
they had started.  Grams said it was sort of a family tradition to
celebrate when a girl became a woman.  But of course a lot of Grams
traditions were a bit weird.  That's why she fit right in in San Francisco.

   Piper had thought the Phoebe might come to her with a few questions
about sex, since Prue was away at college, but this was not the type of
question she'd expected to get.  This was just to much.  In fact she'd
laugh if she wasn't so embarrassed.  It was a lot like the first time she
and Prue had gotten together.  She had caught Prue playing with herself in
the shower...  and had eventually joined in.

   But that was ancient history now.  Prue had dumped her when she started
dating..., or more precisely fucking, Andy.

   "Can you show me how to do it?" Phoebe begged her.

   Weakly Piper nodded her head, reaching her still sticky hand back down
into her panties and rubbing her slit up and down.

   "I can't see what you're doing!" Phoebe told her.  "Take off your
panties.  I want to see what you're doing."

   Piper felt a mixture of fear and passion as she pulled off her wet
underwear and spread her legs so her little sister could get a good look at
her cunt.

   "Oh!" Phoebe exclaimed, a surprised grin plastered on her face.  "You've
got so much more hair down there than I do.  Sally Nolan's got a lot of
hair like that but most of the other girls just have a little."

   Piper continued to finger herself as Phoebe closely watched her actions.
Deciding to give little sister a thrill she slipped a finger inside and
slowly finger fucked herself.  She was getting delirious from the sensation
before she realized that Phoebe has shucked off her own jeans and panties
as was sitting across from her on the bed, her thighs wide as she timidly
stroked at her pussy.  She'd been right about the hair.  Phoebe had just a
small patch of velvety looking curls above her cunt.

   "Am I doing this right?" Phoebe asked her unsurely, her fingers weakly
moving up and down.

   "Are you wet?" Piper asked her.

   "I'm not going to pee on your bed!" Phoebe answered quickly.

   Piper couldn't help but laugh at that.  "I don't mean pee silly.  When
you do it right you start to leak this kind of oily slime."

   Piper held up a dripping finger to show her sister the juices her cunt
had made.

   Phoebe dug in for a second before pulling her own finger up, a single
drop of glistening liquid hanging from it.  Proudly she showed it to her
sister.

   "That's good." Piper told her.  "The better it feels the more stuff you
make.  Then if you really work at it you sometimes let out a real gusher."

   "An orgasm?!" Phoebe asked, knowing the word but not really
understanding it.

   "Yes." Piper agreed.  "An orgasm.  I don't make much of a mess when I do
it, but Prue always sprayed everywhere."

   "Prue did this too!"

   Piper didn't know if she should be embarrassed about the direction this
conversation was heading, but decided to just go with it.

   "Sure everybody does it.  Of course Prue does it.  Grams probably does
it."

   "Even Ms.Sheperd?" Phoebe asked with a laugh.  The principle of her
junior high school was a well known spinster and fun hater.

   "I don't know about that." Piper agreed, remembering the woman from when
she attended the school.  "She'd probably end up with frost bite."

   The two girls laughed about that while each still fingered herself.

   "Oh look." Phoebe demanded showing Piper the moist lips of her cunt. 
"I'm really getting wet."

   "How's it feel?"

   Phoebe gave her sister a dazed look before smiling.  "It feels good.  It
feels really good."

   Piper had moved her finger out of her body and started flicking at the
hard button of her clitoris, a pained gasp coming out of her at each
contact.

   "Are you having an orgasm?" Phoebe asked her.

   Piper just shook her head.  "Not yet.  I'm just playing with my clit. 
It feels really good when you touch it."

   Phoebe Looked at Piper's groin and then down at her own before finding
the spot her sister was telling her about.  Giving it a hard rub she let
out a loud shaky gasp.

   "Careful." Piper warned her.  "It gets pretty sensitive."

   "Oooooo." Phoebe moaned as she touched it more lightly.  "That does feel
good.  Now I want an orgasm."

   Piper had to laugh at that.  "It's not something that happens that way.
It took me a couple of times before I had my first."

   "Please." Phoebe begged her.  "Show me what to do."

   "Every person is different.  And every time it's different.  They're
isn't just something you do."

   "Please."

   Piper sighed as she began to get herself worked up.  Her sister wanted
to see an orgasm, and it wasn't as if she didn't want to have one. 
Reaching both hands down she leaned against the headboard and dug into her
cunt.  Three fingers of one hand slid in and out while the other teased her
clit.  Knowing her sister was there speeded the whole process up and it
wasn't long before she let out a loud scream as her body spasmed in the
most powerful climax she'd had since that last time with Prue.

   "Wow!  I want to do that."

   "And did Phoebe have her first orgasm." The doctor asked Piper.

   Piper gave Dr.  Martinez a long look before answering that question. 
She felt uncomfortable about discussing any of this but at least with a
woman doctor she felt a bit safer.
3:00 PM
This was Temper's weirdest case yet,...  except of course for the
previous one that had inspired this one.  A week after he had caught Steven
Sawyer and his coerced harem, Steven's father had showed up at Temper's
office.  The man didn't seem too impressed with either Temper's choice of
office or Temper himself, but if he had a bizillion dollars like this guy

had Temper wouldn't have been impressed either.

   At first Temper thought the man was there to buy him off, to shut him up
about what he knew Stevey-boy had done, but it soon became apparent that he
wasn't in the least bit worried that his kid would get sentenced for his
crime.  Hell, none of the girls wanted to press charges against him, and
that left little for the D.A.  to hold over him.  Anyway Temper probably
would have done the same thing when he was sixteen and given the chance
that kid had.

   What Grant Sawyer wanted Temper to do was find the guy that had sold him
the antique dildo that had started the whole mess.  Mr.Sawyer said his son
had spilled his guts about the whole thing, but he really didn't quite
believe it all.  Who in their right mind believes in sprits and incubi
these days.  Still if that thing had started this, Mr.Sawyer said he wanted
to find the guy responsible for it.

   That left Temper in San Francisco looking for one Albert Martinez, a
dealer in fine antiquities and an ex-employee of the Buckland Auction
House. Temper'd done all he could in Chicago to find the guy but it was
like he'd dropped off the face of the Earth nine days ago...the same day
that he'd caught Steven Sawyer.  That seemed a little too co-incidental for
Temper's taste.

   Anyway Temper could use a few days away from home right now.  Alex was
coming on a bit strong since that encounter with the incubus and Temper
still didn't know what to do with the girl.  He'd asked Angie as she was
giving him a good-bye bonking what to do with her but she just said to just
give the kid what she wanted, maybe that would turn her off him.  He was
really tempted to do just that, Alex was one hell of a sexy little piece,
but his conscious wouldn't let him.  She was one of his kids and he just
couldn't let himself touch one of them.

   Anyway that was something he could deal with later.  Right now he had to
find the missing Mr.  Martinez.  He'd been working for Buckland when Sawyer
bought the thing from him.  Sawyer wasn't sure himself who the actual
seller was, this place liked to keep things like that confidential. 
Martinez had quit from here two months ago and went into business for
himself but Temper decided he needed a bit more info on the piece before
trying any of Martinez's old haunts.  Whatever that thing was, incubus or
not, Temper wanted to make sure he was ready if it came back.  Going to
this place just seemed the obvious choice.

   It was Snobs-R-Us inside.  The receptionist didn't seem to like Temper's
looks much but sent him back to talk with one of the appraisers when she
found that he wanted to discuss a piece that had been bought from here. 
The note of authority from Sawyer helped a bit there too.  'Prue Halliwell'
the name on the door told him before he went inside.  After the
receptionist Miss Halliwell was a real relief.  In her late twenties, maybe
early thirties, she had medium length dark hair and a face that made him
want to ask if she'd been dropped as a baby.  He didn't of course, and
anyway it worked for her, giving her an exotic smoldering look.

   "Miss Halliwell." Temper nodded pleasantly to her as he handed over a
business card.  In bold-faced letters it told her his name address and
phone number as well as occupation.

   "A private dick?" she asked with a crooked smile.  "What can I do for
you Mr.  Hamptin?"

   Temper looked carefully at her , and decided that he'd allow her the
private dick crack.

   "I'm looking for Albert Martinez.  He was an employee of Buckland until
a few months ago."

   "I'm pretty new here myself." Prue told him with a shake of her head. 
"I've never heard of the man.  He must have left before I joined."

   'Ah, that's all right." Temper told her.  He really hadn't expected any
help with that from here.  Pulling out an envelope he pulled out an 8x10
photo and handed it over to her.  "My client bought this from Mr.  Martinez
through Buckland.  What I'm really here for is to try to find out more
about the piece.  He just knew it was old and expensive."

   Prue gave him another smile.  "I know the type.  So many people buy
antiques just because they're antiques, without really finding out what
they're buying."

   Taking the photo from him, Temper watched her carefully as she looked
down at the picture and froze.

   "Oh, my." she said flushing red.  "I see your...  client has a taste for
the unique."

   Temper snorted derisively.  "You could say that."

   "What...  what do you know about the...  object?"

   "Only that it's supposed to be 11th or 12th century Arabic...  or
possible Indian."

   "That would fit it." Prue nodded slightly, never taking her eyes off the
photo.  "They had a very well developed....  sexuality."

   "Yeah.  If you say so." Temper added.  "I'd just like to see if you can
find me anymore about what it is and what it's supposed to be for."

   It was Prue's turn to snort this time.  "What it is is pretty obvious,
and what it's for...  it was probably religious or ceremonial."

   Looking more closely at the photo of the big stone cock she finally
noticed the characters along it's shaft.  "It looks like it's covered in
some form of glyphs.  I don't recognize the characters right off, but I
could probably find you a translation.  Do you have any more pictures? 
Only a few of the characters are visible in this one."

   Temper pulled out a pile of photos and handed them over to her.  "I
thought that might be necessary so I brought photos of the whole thing."

   Prue looked at the top one in shock.  "It's broken."

   "Yeah." Temper agreed.  "Snapped in two, but all the writing seems to be
intact."

   "What a shame." Prue told him.  "That's going to seriously affect it's
value.  How did it happen?"

   Temper was tempted to tell her the whole story but decided against that.
Instead he just said, "Well some girls can get just a little too
aggressively enthusiastic at times..."

   Prue looked at him with confusion for a minute before turning even
redder.

   Temper took that as a parting sign so handed her another card with the
hotel he was staying at and a copy of the receipt Sawyer had gotten from
the auction house two years ago for the piece.  He left her sitting at her
desk staring at the stone dildo.


8:00 PM
As usual Piper was in the kitchen cooking.  It was just her and Phoebe
tonight, Prue had gone out with Andy for supper.  That was a good thing in
itself.  She'd been trying to carefully guide the two lovebirds back

together, but their recent situation wasn't making that any easier.

   She looked up from chopping up a tomato to find Phoebe standing in the
doorway looking at her strangely.  She'd been doing that all day.

   "Something you want." she asked her sister.

   "Uh...  no." Phoebe quickly answered.  "I just wanted to know if you
needed any help."

   "In the kitchen?" Piper asked "I didn't think you even knew how to boil
water."

   "You'd be surprised what I learned how to do in New York."
8:30 PM
Prue sat across from Andy at the small table in Quake.  Usually she
wouldn't have come here on a date but it was Piper's night off so it was
fairly safe.  Piper and Phoebe had been turning into nags lately about
Andy. She knew they were just being sisters but it was starting to get on

her nerves.

   It was the awkward time after they'd placed their order and were just
waiting for it to come.  Prue nervously smiled at Andy and got the same
smile back from him.

   "So...  solved any good murders lately?"

   Andy raised an eyebrow at her.  Lately she'd really taken an interest in
his job.  It really wasn't like her, but at least it gave them something to
talk about while they waited.
8:45 PM
Next on the list was Albert Martinez's sister.  He'd spent the rest of
the afternoon and some of the night going through Martinez's office.  The
man had been pretty meticulous about his files, but Temper couldn't find
anything in them that might lead him to the missing man.  There was nothing
in his computer about any plans to go anywhere, and his schedule had
indicated that he had supposed to have had a number of appointments in the

past week, none of which he'd kept.

   It was just like he'd dropped off the face of the world.  Right at the
time that that ...  whatever it was had gotten free.  That was more than a
coincidence.

   Dr.  Emma Martinez lived in one of San Francisco's more well-to-do
neighborhood's.  Shrinking the heads in this burg must pay pretty well.

   Pressing the buzzer at the outside gate, Temper waited for a reply.

   "Yes?" a speaker distorted female voice finally asked.

   "Dr.  Martinez?" Temper inquired.

   "Yes.  Can I help you with something?"

   "I hope so doctor.  I'm looking for your brother."

   "Which one?  I've got 3 of them."

   "Albert Martinez." Temper told her.  "He's been missing now for about
ten days.  I've been hired to find him."

   There was a long silent pause before the gate slid open.

   "Come on up." she finally said.  "Albert's not somebody I want to talk
to anybody about on the street."

   Temper walked the short sidewalk between the house and the gate,
admiring the flowers and shrubs decorating the small front yard.  A huge
bronze knocker hung in the center of the oak door but before he could reach
for it the door swung open.  Dr.Martinez was a striking woman.  Her
features looked Hispanic or Spanish but her long hair was a fiery Irish
red. She looked to have about Temper 's own 39 years under her belt, but
she wore it well.
8:50 PM

   "Dr.  Martinez?" Temper asked again.

   She nodded, not looking at all pleased to see him.  "Please come inside.
Like I said, Albert's not somebody I like to talk about unless I'm
comfortable...  preferably with a few shots of good Irish whiskey in my
stomach."

   Temper smiled to himself as he followed her denim covered ass inside the
house and into a living room of sorts with a well stocked bar in the
corner. As she had said, she poured herself two fingers and threw it down
her throat.

   "Can I get you anything?" she asked Temper after her breath came back.

   "What you're having'll be just fine."

   She filled him a glass and brought it over to a small table surrounded
by a couch and chairs.  Giving it to him she plopped down on the couch and
waved him to one of the empty chairs.

   "What has dear Albert done this time?" she asked before taking another
swallow.  "I hope it's something that you can arrest him for.  Something
that will send him away for a long time.  It's just too bad Alcatraz isn't
open anymore.  That would have been perfect for him."

   Temper had to smile to himself.  He didn't have to use his detective
instincts to figure out that she didn't much like her brother.  "I'm not a
cop Dr.Martinez.  I'm a private investigator.  My employer was a customer
of your brother's a few years ago and was trying to get ahold of him but
he's completely disappeared."

   "Huh." She said with a snort.  "That sounds like Albert.  What did he
do? Sell your boss a fake?  He's done that a couple of times."

   "No." Temper said with a head-shake.  "I'm pretty sure the thing was
real.  My boss just wants to know where your brother got it from."

   "Probably stole it." she said taking another gulp.  "Let me tell you
about my brother Mr....."

   "Hamptin." Temper told her.  "Dustin Hamptin.  But my friends call me
Temper."

   "Temper!  Let me tell you a few things about that asshole of a brother
of mine."
8:57 PM (The house of Dr.  Emma Martinez)

   .

   Temper was patently listening as the inebriated doctor told him all
about her brother, the black sheep of the family, and how he had squandered
away the family fortune on one failed business investment after another. 
He was making notes in his mind as she talked, e never knew what tidbit of
data might help him find a missing person, when he fell an uncomfortable
swelling in the front of his pants.  Looking down he saw a large bulge
straining at his fly.

   Looking up at the doctor he saw her flushed face smiling expectantly
back at him.  Her eyes had that somewhat glazed look of a woman in heat,
and from the way the two points were sticking out from under her shirt her
knew she wasn't wearing a bra.

   They threw themselves hungrily at each other, their faces meeting with a
bang that would have been painful if they hadn't been so turned on.  Lips,
tongues and teeth worked at each other as their hands tore at buttons and
zippers.  Within moments they were both naked, their fevered, sweaty skin
sticking together as they pushed at each other.  Temper's hard cock drove
quickly up between her thighs digging deeply into her on the first stroke.
She let out a groan of delight and only pulled him further inside of her.

   For a long time they were only two grunting animals as their bodies
worked together bringing each other over and over again into one massive
orgasm after another.  Finally as they fell apart, both panting and
exhausted Temper noticed the clock, the whole thing had barely taken twenty
minutes.

   He looked over at Dr.Martinez slumped back weakly against the couch
they'd just got a lot of use out of, with more than a bit of confusion. 
Sure he'd admired her ass as he'd come in, she was a very good looking
woman for her age, but what had just happened.  This wasn't like him at
all. It was the best sex he could ever remember.  Even that little orgy a
week and a half ago when all those girls attacked him paled in comparison
to what he'd just experienced.  Looking at the swampy goo dripping from
between the doctor's legs he realized he'd came three times in twenty
minutes.  Hell even when he was a teenager he would have had had problems
doing that.

   "What just happened?" he finally had to ask.

   Dr.  Martinez jumped at the sound of his voice.  Then she looked
carefully at him before finally asking, "What did my asshole brother sell
to your boss?"
8:50 (The Halliwell home)
"The was good." Phoebe told Piper as she began to gather the dishes off

the table.

   Before going into the kitchen she gave Piper that same strange look that
she'd been giving her all day.  Piper wanted to ask her about it, but with
the mixed feelings she had for her sister she didn't have the nerve to do
it.

   Coming back empty handed Phoebe gave Piper a big smile, grabbed her by
the hand and pulled her with her into the living room.  "Come on.  I've got
something I've got to talkto you about."

   Pushing her sister onto the couch Phoebe dropped next to her and leaned
back against the armrest.  "I had another vision the morning."

   Piper tensed.  When her sister had these flashes of the future they
usual showed the worst.  "So who...  or what's going to attack us this
time."

   Phoebe shook her head.  "It wasn't like that.  This one was... 
different."

   Piper looked carefully at her baby sister.  There was pink flush slowly
rising on her face, and her nipples were tight at poking up through the
fabric of her shirt.  As usual Phoebe wasn't wearing any bra, a fact that
made Piper's own nipples begin to tighten in response.

   "It wasn't like the others.  It was..., it was fantastic.  I had the
best orgasm I've ever had just from the vision alone."

   Piper blushed bright red at her sister's frankness.  "Well who was the
lucky guy?"

   This time Phoebe blushed as her eyes turned away from Piper's.  Seeing
Phoebe blush was something Piper hadn't seen much of.  Her little sister
could do things without a thought that Piper wouldn't even dream of
doing....,well maybe she'd dream of doing them, but was too much of a
chicken to actually do them.

   "It wasn't a guy." Phoebe blurted out, turning even redder.

   "Oh!" Piper whispered.

   Phoebe closed her eyes and lay back on the couch.  "I was lying naked,
sweat dripping down my neck and between my breasts.  My hair was plastered
to my face so I knew I'd been doing it for quite a long time and I had this
lost look on my face that told me I was really enjoying what was being done
to me."

   "Oh!" Piper's hoarse whisper rose in volume.

   "I was gently rubbing my hands up and down the sides of my slick body
feeling the heat pour out of me.  And then I could feel it building up and
building up....building up...."

   "Oh!" Piper cried out.

   "And then it passed through me like a tidal wave.  My whole body tensed
and shook as wave after wave rocked me.  It was fantastic.  And then just
as it began to slide away I looked down at this smiling face peering up
from between my legs.  Juices dripped down her face and off her chin onto
my clit, each drop sending another shiver through me."

   "Oh!!!!" Piper.

   Phoebe eyes flew open as she sat quickly up.  Her eyes locked with
Piper's, pulling her sister closer to her.  "I just want to see if the
reality can be as good as that vision was."
8:57 (Quake restaurant)
As usual the food at Quake had been excellent.  Not as good as if Piper

had made it but her absence more than made up for the loss of the cuisine.

   Prue caught herself staring across her empty plate at Andy as he
finished the last bite of the steak he'd ordered.  As she watched his lips
smack together the corner of his mouth turned up in that way that always
made her juices flow..., and tonight she was really starting to flow.

   Andy swallowed and looked over to find Prue staring at him, a dazed,
sensual expression on her face that moved the blood flow from his digesting
stomach to a lower part of his anatomy.  "Prue.....?"

   "Andy...?"

   They both moved at the same time toward each other, sweeping the
table-cloth off of the table with a clatter of breaking dishes.  Andy
pulled Prue flat onto the empty table and flipped up her skirt to reveal a
drenched pair of lacy black panties.  Not even bothering to first pull them
off he dived in, his teeth biting through the thin material at the
sensitive folds of her cunt.  The mixed juices of his saliva and her
secretions ran down his chin and formed a puddle.

   Lying on the table, her knees spread wide so that Andy could more easily
at her Prue worked her blouse off, then her bra, freeing her breasts from
their suddenly tightening enclosure.  Kneading one in each hand she pinched
her nipples, enjoying the sharp sensation as it echoed Andy's hungry
pushing tongue between her legs.  Her mind wandered as the fantastic
sensations brought her to a single long orgasm.  The screams of others made
her look around at the rest of the restaurant before she was swallowed back
up by the feelings pulsing through her body.  She was too lost to notice
much of it but pairs and groups of other diners and staff were ecstatically
going at each other with as much abandon as she and Andy were showing.

   Men with men (this was San Francisco after all) , women with women,
women with men, menage a trois, quatre and cinq..., and even a few people
off by themselves indulging in whatever inner fantasies drove their
libidos.

   Prue let out a loud groan as she felt Andy's hard cock dive into her. 
She hadn't even noticed when he'd removed her panties.  Leaning forward on
the table, his hips pistoning over and over , he pushed his mouth onto
hers, thrusting his cum dripping tongue into her mouth.  She responded
enthusiastically back at him, thrilling in her own taste as he crushed her
to the table top.
8:57 (Halliwell house)
Piper and Phoebe were too lost in each other to even notice when a
sudden wave of passion rushed over them, just adding to the heat already

between them.
12:00 AM (Greater San Francisco)
The city was still recovering from whatever had happened to it.  Fires
were being hastily fought by struggling firemen all over the city as blazes
went out of control when those who had lit them had got lost in the orgy.
Policemen tried to stop the riots that had broken out all over the city
when people had woken up from the spell to suddenly find their momentarily
lost inhibitions suddenly back in place.  Doctors and nurses rushed to save
the lives of those who's bodies had not been up to their sudden passions or
had just been unlucky enough to be standing in the wrong place when the

wave had swept the city.

   All told the death toll was 234 and the final cost from the damage was
estimated at over $100 million dollars.  The number of cases of statutory
rape was so high, the wave affected everybody who'd hit puberty, that it
was decided to forget the lot of them.  Nine months later a record was set
for the number of births ever in a single day.



   The next morning Temper found himself back at the Buckland Auction
House. Prue Halliwell had called him, the strain from whatever had happened
to her last night evident in her voice, and told him she'd found out a few
things about his mysterious artifact.  He'd swung around to get Emma
Martinez before heading over there.  After last night and what he'd found
out after their little encounter he'd thought she might be interested in
whatever Miss Halliwell had to tell him

   Temper knocked lightly on the door ,before opening it.  Prue was sitting
behind her desk sorting through a small pile of papers.

   Gesturing Emma in behind him he introduced the couple.  "Prue Halliwell
this is Dr.  Emma Martinez.  She's the sister of the guy I'm looking for."

   "Prue Halliwell...?" Emma said with some surprise as she stared at
across the desk at Prue.

   "You know me." Prue asked with an arched eyebrow.

   "No, not personally." Emma answered back trying to decide if she
breaking any confidentially clauses.  "It's just that your sister is a
patient of mine."

   "One of them's sick?"

   "No, no." Emma quickly calmed her.  "I'm a psychiatrist.  She's just a
little anxious and worried."

   "That's got to be Piper." Prue murmured to herself.  "Phoebe'd never see
a shrink."

   "You've got something to show me?" Temper interrupted them.  "We're sort
of in a rush right now."

   "I'm not surprised." Prue said with a nod.  "Well translating the
message on the...  artifact wasn't much of a problem.  It's a warning about
using the...  artifact and a binding spell supposedly holding something
imprisoned inside it."

   "That I already knew." Temper said.  At Prue's curious expression he
added, "The cock's an old family heirloom of the Martinez family.  Emma
managed to fill me in on a bit of it's history."

   "So her brother was really the one selling the..  thing, not just the
broker?"

   "That asshole!" Emma swore.  "Just because he was the oldest he got
everything when our parents died, ...but to sell off THAT was just stupid."

   Prue dug through the paper's until she found what she was looking for
before saying, "I found quite a bit about it on the net.  It was 11th
century Arabic, from a sex cult of some sort.  Apparently the cult lasted
about a hundred years before it suddenly disappeared in the middle of the
twelfth century.  The...  object was sort of the scepter of the head priest
or priestess of the cult and was said to grant them amazing sexually powers
over the cults followers.  It histories were a bit vague but it somehow
involved some sort of demon worship."

   "By the way there were a couple of offers from some of my net sources.
Even when I told them it was broken they were pretty insistent about it. 
One of them was more than double what Mr.  Sawyer originally paid for it."

   "I'll let him know that, but I doubt he'll be interested in selling it."
Temper told her with a wide grin.  "Sentimental value."

   "Uh...right." Prue nodded weakly before passing over the papers.  "The
top one has an exact translation in the old Arabic on it with the English
version underneath it.  The rest is as good a history of it as I could find
though most of that is just old folk-tales and legends."

   "Anything in there about fixing the thing..., or maybe destroying that
...  demon they were supposed to be worshipping."

   Prue looked worried for a minute before standing up and locking the
door. Sitting on the edge of her desk she stared the two of the down before
asking, "This has to do with last night, doesn't it.  Somebody's using the
power of that...  cock.  Do you think it's Albert Martinez?"

   "If it was only that simple." Emma answered with a sigh.

   "You want to know the truth?" Temper asked Prue.  "You might find it
hard to believe."

   Prue forced herself not to laugh.  "You might be surprised what I'd be
willing to believe."

   Temper started out by telling her what had happened in Chicago, ending
with how the dildo had been broken and Mr.  Sawyer sending him out here to
get a better explanation from Albert Martinez.

   Then it was Emma turn to tell her story.

   "My family has a very long personal history, stretching back over a
thousand years.  One of my ancestors was the man who first found the stone
cock back in about 1030.  It didn't take him long to come under the thrall
of the beast within it.  This was before that binding spell got it under
control, when the creature was free to do what it wanted.  It really wasn't
an evil creature.  Just very, very hungry...  and it fed on sex.  For five
generations my ancestors were the head priest and priestesses of the sex
cult that had formed to feed its hunger, until finally one of them learned
how to bind it to the rod so that it would be under her control instead of
it controlling her."

   "After that the cult quickly died down, and my family soon got very,
very rich.  It wasn't exactly very moral but having the ability to induce
uncontrollable lust in people was very financially rewarding.  Through the
centuries the rod was passed down to the eldest child, some using it to
gain more wealth, some not using it at all, and a few just using it for a
good time."

   "Albert got it when our parents died.  We'd all played with it when we
were teenagers, that incubus is extremely well hung and completely
insatiable, so we all knew what it could do.  But Albert, that little
weasel was more than a bit afraid of it.  That's probably why he sold the
thing instead of just trying to use it get money the old fashioned way."

   "That doesn't explain what happened last night." Prue said.  "And the
rod is still in Chicago, isn't it."

   Emma let out a deep sigh.  "Yes, but it's broken now.  And now free
again after almost a thousand years.  That's another part of the old family
legend.  It's said that exactly ten days after the creature is freed it
will start to feed again, trying to make up for all that lost time.  Ten
days ago at 8:57 that Ann girl snapped the cock and freed the incubus."

   "And now it's chowing down big time." Temper added.

   "Okay, but what's it doing in San Francisco?  It couldn't have a good
time in Chicago?"

   "That's where Albert comes in." Emma explained.  "Albert is by rights
the head priest of the cult.  That title got passed down along with the
rod. The incubus came to Albert for a feeding.  It doesn't really need him
to induce sexual fervor in people or get that sex energy back, but it can
use Albert sort of like a transformer, multiplying the energy it brings in
from the all that sex it induces."

   "So its channeling all that sex that happened last night through Albert
and into itself.  It must be pretty full now then." Prue guessed.

   Emma shook her head.  "Remember it's been on a crash diet for the last
800 years."

   "So that means it's going to need to feed again." Prue said her voice
stressed.

   "And very soon." Temper agreed."

   "Each night at 8:57 until it decides it's had enough." Emma told her.

   "Oh shit!" Prue swore.

   The phone took that opportune moment to ring.  Picking it up Prue
started a conversation.

   "Hi.  Yes I was right, we're going to have to do something about this.
Did you find anything in the book?

   Uh, huh.  Incubus?  Yes that's what it is all right,.  and tonight it's
going to strike again.  Did you find out how to get rid of it?"

   Temper and Emma watched her, making little sense of the one way
conversation but quickly realized that there was something unusual about
Prue Halliwell.

   "Uh huh.  You have got to be kidding!  We've got to do what!

   Phoebe, get off the extension.  No way are we using Andy.  I'm not
letting you anywhere near him.  Especially not tonight."

   "Okay...okay.  I'll be home soon.  Yes we can talk about it more then.

   Bye."

   Hanging up the phone Prue letting out a long suffering sigh, before
turning to look up at her two quiet guests.  She quickly locked her gaze
with Temper, carefully assessing him before finally asking, "Are you
righteous."

   "What?" Temper answered in a shocked squeak.

   On the drive to her home, Prue told them a little about the Halliwell
family history, and the inheritance that her and her two sisters and
received when there grandmother died.

   Temper was a little doubtful, but after what he'd been through lately,
and after being tossed around with a telekinetic shove he quickly decided
maybe she was telling the truth.  She still refused to discuss that
question about him being righteous though.  She just turned red and said
she wanted to check some book before saying anything more about it.  The
door to the house opened for them before Prue even touched the knob.  At
first Temper thought it was Prue showing off her power but then he spotted
the two girls behind it.  They had to be the two sisters she told him
about, the other two witches in the family.

   Temper let Prue and Emma enter before following close behind them.  He
was a born gentleman, especially if it let him get a nice look at a pair of
firm, round asses.

   "Dr.  Martinez!" one of the girl's almost screamed.  That had to be
Piper, the one Emma was seeing professionally.  She didn't look nutty, just
a bit nervous and harried, but you could never tell.

   The third one, Phoebe, had a large old book in her arms and quickly
shoved at her sister.

   "Piper..., Phoebe..., show our guests into the livingroom." Prue ordered
them.  It was easy to tell who the boss in this family was.  "I want to
read this for myself."

   With that she stormed away, the book in a death-grip between her hands.

   "So how are you doing." he heard Emma whisper to Piper.  "How are you
and Phoebe getting along?"

   The smile Piper showed practically lit up the room.  "After last night
we're getting along great."

   "Oh...." Emma whispered back, before asking for more details.

   "So you're a Private Dick?" Phoebe asked Temper drawing him away from
the other conversation.  One look at her and he decided she could call him
that anytime she wanted to.  He was going to offer her a good look at his
credentials when a scream from the other side of the house made them all
pause.

   "Oh shit!" the recognizable voice of Prue Halliwell repeated.

   Temper was about to go make sure she was all right, but Phoebe's hand
kept him from leaving.

   "Don't worry." she told him, stifling a laugh.  "I think she must have
just found what she was looking for."

   "Uh-huh?" Temper said, still confused.  "Does that have anything to do
with whether I'm righteous or not."

   Phoebe's eyebrows crept up her forehead as her eyes widened.  Stepping
back she looked Temper up and down before nodding her head and smiling at
him.  "Yes.  I think you'll do nicely."

   Again, before Temper could ask for a better answer, Prue stormed back
into the room, waving the thick book around in one had.  "I don't believe
this.  I've never heard of anything so ridiculous."

   "Well..." Phoebe added.  "You want to get rid of an incubus.  What did
you expect?"

   "Is that your spell-book?" Emma quickly asked as the thick book just
missed her by a hair as Prue angrily waved it around.  "May I see it.  My
family does have a bit of history in using magic."

   Prue sighed and passed over the book

   The book seemed to open by itself in Emma's hand, and wherever it had
opened to, it seemed to quickly grab her attention.  Slamming it shut, she
handed it back to Prue then stared disturbingly at Temper.

   "Is my hair on fire or something?" Temper asked her.

   The chuckles burbled out of Emma like a pot slowly coming to a boil. 
"Oh, yes Prue.  He'll do fine.  After last night I can promise you he's
righteous enough."

   Temper let out an angry snort as he listened to a discussion about him
without letting him participate.  "Would one of you tell me what the hell
is going on!"

   All four women looked at him, and then began to giggle.

   Temper collapsed on the sofa in a tired heap.  He'd known enough women
to know that they wouldn't tell him anything until they were good and
ready.

   "Who gets him first?" Phoebe asked the others, a predatory gleam in her
eye as she looked down at Temper.

   "The book doesn't say, so I guess it doesn't matter." Piper answered. 
"We could draw straws."

   "I hope it's a very long straw." Phoebe quipped her eyes glued to
Temper's crotch.

   "Believe me." Emma added.  "That straw is more than long enough.  I
walked funny all morning."

   Temper had the general idea about what was going on before, but now was
sure.  He just didn't know how he was not going to let them down.  "Ladies!
Ladies!  I'm sorry but I don't think this is going to work."

   The three sisters stopped their arguing and looked inquiringly at him.

   "After last night I'm pretty drained.  Not that I'm not sorely tempted,
three sisters is right out of penthouse, but it's been a few years since
I've been up to that.  I'm not eighteen anymore."

   "Hmmm!" Prue hummed looking thoughtful.  "The book does say that our
wombs have to be filled with the seed of the same righteous man."

   "I know!" Phoebe grabbed the Book of Shadows from her sister and rifled
through the pages until she found what she was looking for.  "This is it. I
found it earlier when we were looking for the cause of this thing.  I
thought it might come in handy someday ."

   All the women, even Emma hovered around her as they read through what
she found.

   "Seems simple enough." Prue agreed.  "And we're going to have to get
naked anyway."

   "Not right yet though." Piper announced.  "It's almost one o'clock and
we're going to need all of our strength for later.  I'll whip us all up
some lunch."

   "As long as you three think we'll have whatever this is done by 8:57
tonight." Temper agreed.  "I don't think even this city could survive
another strike like last night."

   Phoebe grinned at him.  "The whole process should just take a couple of
hours, more if you're really, really good."

   It was 3:00 by the time they felt they were all ready.  Everybody was
back in the livingroom looking around at each other, a mixture of
excitement and nervousness washing through them.

   "Well, let's get to it." Emma told them.  She wasn't needed for either
spell to function but had decided to stay and supervise.  The three sisters
personally thought she just wanted to watch.

   Being the oldest, Prue made the first move as she started to unbutton
the front of her blouse.  The other two girls quickly joined her, stripping
articles of clothing until they stood completely naked in the center of the
room.  Prue glared at Temper's admiring stares, while Piper looked
embarrassed and tried unsuccessfully to cover herself with her arms and
hands.  Phoebe just smiled at him, proudly letting him see her all.

   "Should I get naked too." Temper finally asked, sucking his drool back
into his mouth.

   "You might as well." Emma informed him.  "It isn't really needed for the
first spell, but you'll need to be for the second..., and maybe you'll give
the girls some inspiration."

   Temper looked over at Dr.  Emma Martinez, eminent psychiatrist, and a
mighty good lay herself, before shrugging his shoulder's and stripping off
his shirt and pants.  Still in his boxers, their front pupped out largely
before him.  Last night had drained him, and at 39 he wasn't a spring
chicken anymore, but having three lovely, naked girls standing in front of
him was causing the usual reflex to spring to life.  Pulling the band over
his erection he let his boxers drop to the floor then stepped out of them.

   "Oooooo!" Phoebe said enthusiastically.  "This looks like it might be
fun."

   "Now what?" Temper asked.

   "Just have a seat." Emma told him waving to the empty sofa.  "It
shouldn't take too long."

   Temper sat and watched the show.

   Phoebe was the first to begin.  She already had one hand kneading that
cleft under the patch of soft brown curls before Temper had taken off his
shorts.  Digging a finger into the damp hole it made a soft sucking sound
as she worked herself up.  The other hand she slid all over her upper body,
cupping a firm breast one moment, then lightly sliding it down the side of
her ribs before bringing it back up to pinch a nipple.

   Piper was more modest but watching her little sister playing with
herself was starting to have an affect on her.  Even before her hand
touched the lips of her cunt they had started to swell pinkly, anticipating
the touch to come.  Very gently she stroked up and down , enjoying each
little twinge of pleasure, letting it slowly build up and up inside her.

   Prue had taken a more serious approach.  Sitting on the arm of a chair
she had spread her thighs wide and had both hands together stroking her
pussy up and down, spreading the juices that already had started to leak
out evenly over every surface, making sure everything was nicely
lubricated. Her swollen clit gleamed as her fluids dripped off of it onto
the arm of the chair.

   Phoebe let out a little giggle between pants.  "This sort of reminds me
of when we were in high school."

   Piper looked a bit guilty but finally laughed too.  "Its been a while
since we did this together.  "

   "Not counting last night." Phoebe agreed.

   "Hey!" Prue groaned and glaring at Piper.  "You never told me about
that."

   "Oh...oh...oh!" Piper let out a series of little whimpers before
answering.  "It...  it was after you went off to college.  We never...you
know..., like we used to,...until last night."

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Phoebe chanted three, fingers digging deep inside of
herself.  "Piper..., you and Prue.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  I thought you just
masturbated together like we used to.  Why didn't you eat me then.  You're
so good at it."

   Piper flushed pink, a mixture of embarrassment and heat.  "I...  I
wanted too.  God, I wanted to.  I just felt like I'd be taking advantage of
you.  You were my little sister.  But oh, I wanted to bury my face between
those legs of yours and never come up.  I wanted to kiss and suck every
inch of that beautiful body of yours.  I wanted to shove my tongue so far
inside of you that..."

   "Ahhhhhh!"

   Piper never got to finish the thought as Phoebe let out a loud scream as
her young body shook as the spasms of a massive orgasm washed through her.
Humping her hand, her knees trembled so badly that Temper was about to jump
up and catch her before she fell over, but she caught herself and shakily
straightened them as she came down from the high.  Pulling her hand out she
cupped it gently, catching the stream running down the inside of her thigh,
before walking over to Temper and holding it out to him.

   "You're supposed to drink this." she told Temper.

   Reaching out Temper gently grabbed her wrist and inhaled the fresh sweet
smell of young woman, before sticking his tongue out and licking the palm
of her hand clean.  He felt an unfamiliar tremor as the salty-sweet liquid
ran down his throat, but just took that to be the excitement from watching
this sweet thing just masturbate herself.

   Phoebe dropped down next to Temper on the couch and leaned against him,
her face on his shoulder and her breasts against his arm.  Temper felt his
cock jerk all by itself as he felt the warm damp skin rub against his own
and thought for a second he was going to shoot off without even touching
it, but nothing happened.  Together they sat and watched the remaining two
sisters as they stroked themselves up.

   Prue was next.  Letting out a scream she started to gush, soaking the
arm of the chair and spraying the carpet in front of her.  An almost
obscene squishing sound could be heard as both of her hands pumped away
inside her, pulling even more sticky juices out.  By the time she shakily
got up to approach Temper her stomach, thighs and legs were coated with the
glistening slime.

   As she held out a cupped hand toward him, Temper quickly licked the
sweet liquid out of it and then sucked each of her fingers, one by one,
into his mouth and cleaned them as well.  Looking up at her he received the
first genuine smile he'd seen on her face.  Sitting down on his other side
she leaned up against him in a mirror image to her baby sister.

   That left Piper up there all alone.  She looked embarrassed to be the
only one still putting on a show, but most of the pink flush came from
passion as she quickened her actions on her own wet pussy.  Fingers dug
anxiously inside her while her thumb and the rest of her hand rubbed the
outside.  Her engorged clit grew even redder from the friction as she
slowly built herself up and up to her boiling point.

   She made no sound when she finally peaked.  Her face tightened, freezing
into a shocked ecstasy as her whole body spasmed then locked rigid until
the only things moving were her fingers and the pulsing of her cunt.  After
a moment she let out long satisfied breath, her whole body relaxing after
the strain.  Standing up, her fingers still jammed tightly into her hole
she waddled over to Temper, then slowly pulled them out and held them up to
him.

   Temper felt more like jamming his face between her legs and taking the
juice the old fashioned way, but the show was the girls so he instead drank
what she gave him, the sweet juice feeling like fire as it flowed down his
throat.

   Phoebe and Prue disengaged themselves from him and joined Piper in front
of the couch.  Joining hands the girls stared down at him, there faces
turning serious with concentration.  "With this act, with the power of
three we grant you the strength to fulfill your task."

   Temper felt himself almost explode.  His cock twitched up and down
almost as if an unseen hand had grabbed ahold of him.  His testicles burned
and vibrated as they went into hurried overdrive, manufacturing the semen
that he would be soon needing.  His whole body felt like it was on fire as
he wanted nothing more than to reach up and pull the three naked girls down
on top of him,...  but they took a step away from him, then turned and
headed upstairs.  In a fevered daze he just watched them go.

   "So that seemed to work right." Temper turned his head from the stairs
to find Emma standing in front of him.  He'd almost forgot she was here.

   "An extra bonus for good luck." She told him as she slipped a finger
into his mouth.  The delicious taste of a woman in heat made his taste buds
tingle.  "You didn't think I could watch that without having a reaction of
my own, did you?"

   Still a bit confused Temper just nodded his head.

   "Come on." Emma told him pulling him off the couch.  "They should be
ready by now."

   As she dragged him toward the stairs he saw a clock.  5:00 it read.  He
found it hard to believe that that had taken two hours, by his time sense
was just as unbalanced as everything except his need for sex.

   "The ladies couldn't decide on who went first so they left it up to
chance." Emma told as she coaxed him up the stairs.  "There are three
bedrooms upstairs.  There doors are closed so you don't know which girl is
in which room.  Just choose one and go inside."

   Temper looked at the short hallway with the doors on either side.  Only
three were closed so he guessed they had to be the bedrooms.  He didn't
know which go choose first but he needed a release soon.  He needed one of
them so badly he...

   He let out a groan as he felt a warm pair of lips wrap around the head
of his cock.  At the touch he let out a roar of triumph as he jerked and
jetted an endless stream of cum into the waiting mouth.

   It took Emma three swallows before her mouth was empty enough to finally
speak.  "I thought so.  You were really primed there.  The first girl
wouldn't have had any fun at all.  Now maybe you'll last long enough for
her to join in too."

   As she got off her knees she wiped away the excess white goo that had
leaked out the sides of he mouth and down her chin licking it off her
hands. Then giving Temper an affectionate slap on a bare cheek she added,
"Go get'em tiger."

   Reaching out Temper took a doorknob in his hand and turned it.

   The sweet clean scent of a girls bedroom greeted him,..  along with a
naked girl lying spread out on the duvet on her bed.

   "I'm first?" Piper asked him, a nervous tweak in her voice.

   Temper smiled at her, admiring her smooth skin and rounded curves.  "If
you're not ready I could go somewhere else first?"

   "No, no!" Piper quickly denied as she moved to sit up, her small firm
breasts jiggling with the movement.  "It's just been awhile since I
last..., with a guy."

   Temper moved slowly toward her, trying not to spook her.  She seemed to
be the shyest of the three sisters, but from what he'd just seen once she
got going she was anything but shy.  Sitting next to her on the bed, his
still hard cock arrowing up at her he reached a hand up to her cheek and
leaned in for a kiss.

   She was hesitant at first but quickly joined in., pressing her soft body
against him, her hard nipples digging holes in his chest.

   Pulling back to catch his breath Temper asked, "So how do we do this?"

   Piper let out a loud giggle.  "You mean you've never done it before. 
Well you see a man takes his penis,...  that's that hard thing between your
legs, and puts it into the woman's vagina.  Then the two of them..."

   Temper couldn't take anymore of that.  Playfully grabbing her he began
to tickle her while they wrestled on the bed , finally ending up with her
straddling his stomach while he lay on flat on his back.  "I meant you
three are supposed to be in charge of this.  Is there some special
procedure we have to do?"

   "No.  As long as I end up with sperm inside me we can do anything we
want.  The spell just calls for the seed of a righteous man in my womb. 
Since Dr.  Martinez vouches for your righteousness, you'll do." She
explained.  With that she leaned forward and let her hips slide down until
he felt the head of his cock enter her.

   "Oops!' she exclaimed pulling back then trying again.  "Wrong hole."

   This time she got it right and Temper felt himself slide deep inside
that velvety channel between her legs.  Sitting up she slowly pushed him
deeper until she couldn't take anymore.  "Oh, that's so nice.  It's been
too long."

   Temper slowly moved his hips, pulling a whispering sigh of pleasure from
her.  "Why the long wait?  You're a beautiful woman, there must be lots of
guys chasing after you."

   Piper blushed but shook her head.  "My last boyfriend was a warlock out
to kill me and my sisters.  That sort of spoils the mood a bit."

   "So you really are a witch then?"

   That was still a little hard for Temper to accept, even after all the
strange things he'd seen in the last few weeks.  Looking up at the flushed,
blissful face of the young woman humping up and down on his cock the
thought of witches was a bit unrealistic.

   Piper laughed, the shaking adding an even better feeling to wet
vice-grip on him.

   Then Temper gasped.  One second he was deep inside her, the next a
dripping cunt was hovering over his face while a pair of lips kissed the
head of his cock before sucking him into a moist mouth.  He didn't quite
know what was going on, but that tasty mouthful above him was just too
much. Reaching up he pulled Piper's hips down until her pussy lips kissed
his own.  As he dug his tongue into her he felt her shiver and moan with
pleasure.  Pulling out he kissed the knob of her clit and felt her jerk
back, then relax as she began to enjoy the sensation.  Then digging in
again he pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could...

   ...  and found himself with the Piper's laughing face in front of him,
his tongue deep inside her mouth, his cock back in side her pussy.

   He pulled his tongue out of her mouth, and gave her a small peck on the
lips before asking, "What just happened?"

   Piper sat up again, just rocking back and forth on their joined groins.

   "The three of us are witches.  Not the pointy hats and warts type.  The
only broom I have is the one I use to sweep the kitchen floor.  We each
have one power.  I can sort of stop time for a little while.  Everything
freezes but me."

   One second she was one in, the next she was standing up by the door.

   "I'm not quite great at it yet.  My control isn't perfect."

   And then she was back her, hips pounding up and down on him, pulling his
cock even deeper inside her.

   Temper just closed his eyes enjoying her sudden ferocity as her pussy
gripped and released him, and Listened to the squishing sound as their wet
hips slapped over and over into each other.

   "Piper, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back much longer."
Temper gasped as he felt his swollen testicles begin to tighten.

   "Yes!" she screamed.  "Fill me up!  Fill me right now!"

   Temper opened his eyes as his first spasm shot a stream of semen deep
inside her.  He was almost too lost in the explosion but managed to notice
that Piper had that lost, tight-featured look she had had a little while
ago downstairs when she had had her silent orgasm.  Then the second spasm
made him groan as he filled her full.

   He lost count of the number of spasms there were before he finally
stopped cumming but it was the longest orgasm he'd ever had.  After Emma
had emptied him in the hallway he'd thought it would have been impossible
for him to come that much.  His belief in magic was going steadily up.

   "Hmmm." Piper made a satisfied hum as she collapsed on his chest, his
still hard cock inside her.  "You know if the three of you marketed
whatever you did to me downstairs you could put Viagra out of business."

   Piper laughed weakly at that, sounding a bit drained.  "It's six
o'clock. We've only got three hours left until that incubus strikes again.
You'd better get on to the next room."

   Temper really didn't want to leave, and his hard cock, still buried in
the swamp between her legs was starting to enjoy its current home, but her
knew he had more work to do.

   He made an absurd sucking sound as he pulled out of Piper, a gooey
mixture of their juices coming out with him and dripping onto then both,
but there looked to be a lot left inside of her for whatever this spell to
get rid of the incubus was.

   Giving her a final kiss on the forehead he got up and opened the door
back to the hall.  It was empty.  Emma must have had some other business to
do or had just got bored out here by herself.  Looking back and forth
between the doors he finally settled on the one right across from Piper's
and went inside.

   The fresh perfume scent of girl greeted him on the other side, before
throwing itself into his arms and pushing its lips onto his own.

   "Hi Phoebe." Temper said after coming up for breath.  "I'm glad to see
you too."

   Taking a step back from him she allowed him a good look at her lush
young body while she eyed his still hard cock.  Taking a look downward he
saw the wet mess covering his cock and slipping down his hanging balls and
inner thighs.

   "Have you got a bathroom around here?" Temper asked.  "I want to get
cleaned up."

   "Don't you dare!" Phoebe demanded as she fell to her knees and cupped
his hard cock and sack in her small hands.  Flicking her tongue out she
touched the sensitive tip of his cock.  "Oh I just love a cock with icing
on it." Taking another longer lick she made an appreciative sound in the
back of her throat.  "I see Piper was first.  I hope she had a good time."

   Temper just stood there his knees becoming gelatin as the sexy little
minx continued to lick him clean.  Downstairs he'd sensed that this one was
the least inhibited of the three sisters, and he was very pleased to find
his hopes confirmed.  Unfortunately if he allowed this to go on much longer
he was going to end this little encounter sooner than he wanted.  Phoebe
had stopped licking him and was working him deeper and deeper into her
throat until he had hit the soft wetness at the back of her throat.

   "Phoebe honey." Temper told her lightly stoking the side of he head. 
"If you keep doing that I'm going to go off."

   She ignored him and kept blowing him, her head bobbing back and forth,
he cheeks dimpling as she sucked harder.

   "Phoebe!" he said louder...  but still she ignored him.

   "Phoe..." he began again but had to give up as her talented mouth
brought him to the boiling point.  He didn't let out nearly as much as he
had just emptied into her sister but her overflowed her mouth with hot
white fluid.

   Falling back against the door his cock slithered out of her mouth with a
plop, spraying her face and chest with drops of cum.  He was more than
surprised that his cock was still rock hard.

   Phoebe swallowed before smiling up at him, a creamy white smile. 
"Remember I'm the one who found that spell.  I know how powerful it is. 
Trust me you won't run out before we do."

   Licking her lips clean she grabbed his hands and pulled them over to he
bed.  Jumping on it she bounced a few time before coming to a stop, her
legs spread wide, and she lay on her back.  "Feel like doing me the save
service."

   Temper just dove in, his face pushing her thighs into the mattress with
the impact.  She was wet and sweet and getting hotter by the second.  His
tongue worked away at her swollen lips and clit, quickly bringing her off.
She'd been the first to go off downstairs, and he'd half thought that it
had been Piper's little proposal that had triggered it, but maybe she was
just easily orgasmic.  He worked on her more with his tongue and she
quickly repeated her noisily explosive burst.

   "Oh that was a good one." Phoebe said after her panting breath slowed.

   "Better than Piper last night?" Temper joked.

   Phoebe reddened slightly, which surprised Temper a bit.  "You can't
compare how men and women eat pussy.  They're both so different.  "

   "So you two were here alone last night when the incubus struck?" Temper
asked inching up her body, licking and kissing her warm skin as he made his
way upwards.

   "We didn't notice it at all." Phoebe told him, an impish grin on her
face.

   Temper was a bit confused.  "Maybe you three being witches made you
immune."

   Phoebe began to laugh which shook her breasts so much that Temper just
had to bite into one of her hard nipples.

   "Afraid not.  Prue told us about her experience." Phoebe told him as she
grabbed the back of his head and pushed it even harder into her soft chest.
"She was having dinner with her boyfriend Andy when it hit.  That must have
been so embarrassing getting caught doing it on a table in the middle of
the restaurant.  Not that any other the other people were in an condition
to notice."

   Temper switched breasts, enjoying the soft, warm flesh as he sucked it
into his mouth.

   "But you didn't notice anything last night?"

   "Piper and I were at bit busy at the time 69ing on the livingroom
couch." Phoebe told him causing him to look up startled.

   "I'd seen it that morning so knew that it was going to happen..., but I
think I brought it on a bit prematurely.' She explained with a series of
giggles.  "We were way too busy to notice anything else going on.'

   Temper moved further up her body until the head of his cock popped into
her wet cunt.

   "Oh that feels good." Phoebe groaned before wrapping her legs around him
and pulling him inside her.

   "Saw it that morning?" Temper asked as he relished the tight grip of her
vagina.

   "I'm a witch remember.." Phoebe answered her legs tightening and
loosening as he slowly pounded into her.  "My power are visions.  I get
flashes of the future."

   Temper pondered that as he jackhammered over and over into her.  "Do you
see anything in my future..., other than filling up the sexiest little
thing I've ever seen with cum that is?"

   Phoebe took that enthusiastically, tightening her leg hold on him and
thrusting her hips over and over at him.

   Temper lost count of the number of orgasms she had before she finally
milked him dry, filling her with his seed as he had her sister.  As they
both drifted back to reality he kissed her, feeling her hot panting breath
in his mouth.  "I'd really like to do this again when we aren't out trying
to save the city."

   "Me too." She agreed before her eyes glazed over and her face went
slack. A second later she was back with a worried look on her pretty face.
"You have to be careful.  You're going to be in danger soon.'

   "You just saw that?"

   Phoebe nodded a look of confusion taking over her face.  "And...  I saw
a woman.  At least I thought it was it was a woman.  It was definately
female, only she was covered in fur and had long claws on her hands."

   "That sounds interesting." Temper said a bit doubtful.  "But I've had
weirder experiences lately."

   It was 7:15 before Temper finally said a good-bye to a satisfied Phoebe
and went back into the hall to the only closed door he hadn't gone though
yet.  Opening the door he jumped back when a hand shoved a large glass into
his face.  He took the glass from Prue while noticing at the same time that
she was the only on of the sisters who had been wearing any clothes.  A
thin T-shirt barely covered the mounds of her breasts and a loose pair of
track pants hung off her hips.

   "What is it?" Temper asked giving the orange colored liquid a sniff.  It
smelled sweet and citrusy but looked to thick to be orange juice.

   "Its some sort of juice and protein mix Dr.Martinez sent up for you."
Prue told him.  'She thought you might need it by now."

   Temper took a small sip and found that she'd been right.  He hadn't
noticed how dehydrated and hungry he'd been.  The two sisters had drained a
lot out of him and all he'd had to eat since lunch was the salty-sweet
secretions he'd managed to suck out of them.  Upending the glass he quickly
gulped down the rest then handed the empty glass back to Prue.  "Any more
of that?  I feel like I could drink a gallon."

   Prue waved in the general direction of a pitcher on the side-table by
the bed, condensation dripping down its sides.  "Lots, but first you get
cleaned up." Pulling him by his elbow she drew him toward the open door to
her bathroom and gave him a slap on the ass as she pushed him inside.

   Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror Temper had to agree with her.
He didn't look his best right now, all sweaty and sticky from his
activities with Piper and Phoebe.  He flicked his still rock hard erection
with a finger and felt the rough stickiness coating it.  Jumping into the
shower he found the stall still wet, which told him that Prue must have
used it while he was with her sisters.

   Ten minutes later he came out of the bathroom feeling and smelling much
better.  The hot spray from the shower had revitalized him along with the
juice that his stomach had quickly dealt with.  Prue was sitting on the
side of her bed still dressed as she had been.

   Dropping himself next to her she shoved the refilled glass back at him
with one hand and a plate with crackers, cheese and vegetable slices with
the other.  While eagerly drinking and nibbling he looked Prue over.  She
was the only one of the sisters he thought he might have a problem with. 
Piper was still warmed up after her mastubation session so had been ready
for him.  Phoebe had been more than ready, even anxious for the experience,
but Prue was a bit stolid, hidden behind an all business attitude.  After
all they were really not that more than strangers, even if Temper had
watched her go through one of the messiest orgasms he'd ever seen only a
few hours ago.

   Eating enough to take the edge off his hunger he put the rest back on
the table next to the pitcher of juice.  "So you had a hard time last
night?" he asked, deciding to see if he could break her icy exterior before
delving into the interior he was here for.

   "How did you hear about that?" she demanded, anger and embarrassment
fighting each other in her face and voice.

   "Phoebe." was all Temper needed to answer.

   Letting out a sigh she relaxed slightly.  "Being attacked in the middle
of a crowded restaurant,...  well to be honest we attacked each other,...
was a bit much.  But the worst thing was that it was Piper's restaurant.  I
go there all the time, but how am I ever going to show my face there
again?"

   Temper had to laugh at that and drew a viscous look from her.  "Oh, come
on.  You didn't put on a show for the rest of the diners.  They were just
as busy as you were.  If they were as dazed afterward as I was after the
attack last night I doubt they even remember seeing you there.  Can you
honestly tell me that you were watching the rest of them or can even
remember what any of them looked like."

   Prue looked sheepish and a bit embarrassed as she shook her head.

   "Trust me your reputation didn't suffer any last night." Temper informed
her.  "Now..., if they'd been downstairs this afternoon they would have
seen something they'd never forget..."

   Prue smiled wryly at him before standing up.  Pulling her T-shirt over
her head, her breasts bounced up and down then compressed as she bent to
pull the pants off.  Standing there naked she looked at him, trying not to
glance at his twitching cock.  "So how do you want to do this."

   "That's up to you." Temper told her.  "From what I understand you just
need me to shoot my righteous seed into your womb.  How it gets there isn't
supposed to matter."

   Prue laughed and pushed him back on the bed before straddling him and
impaling herself on his cock.  "There was also no rule that said we can't
enjoy it at the same time.."

   "I think I can handle that." Temper said pulling her face to his and
kissing her

   By the time the clock rolled round to 8:30 both of them were drenched,
and not just with the sweat of their exertion.  Prue really made a mess
when she came, but Temper found he enjoyed the cum bath she gave him with
every orgasm.  They ended the joining with Prue standing up and leaning
over the bed while Temper jabbed over and over into her from behind until
they both drenched each other in a final combined explosion.

   Prue looked at the clock with a panic as realized how long they'd been
at it.  "We'd better get upstairs.  There's less than a half an hour left
before that thing strikes again." Grabbing Temper by the hand she pulled
him after her out into the hall and to its end to the stairway leading up
into the attic.

   The rest of the ladies in the house were up there waiting for them,
sitting together on a pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the
room on the floor.  Two dozen candles circled them, the only light in the
room.

   "About time." Emma said as she got to her feet.  "We were worried you
two might keep at all night."

   Prue had the grace to blush, and give Temper a soft smile.  "We got a
bit carried away."

   "We can see that." Phoebe told her watching them drip onto the attic
floor.

   "Hurry up." Emma coaxed them pulling them both to the comfortable pile.
"In less than twenty-five minutes the incubus strikes again, and I doubt
the city could survive that."

   Prue dropped onto the blankets with her sisters while Temper just stood
up awkwardly, unsure what to do.

   "Just stay in the center Temper." Emma ordered him.  "The rest is up to
the girls.  You're just a thermometer to make sure the spell works."

   Around his feet the girls organized themselves.

   "I get you Prue." Phoebe told her big sister.  "Piper had enough chances
at you in high school.  I want to try now."

   Temper watched as a human triangle formed around him, the girls lying on
their sides.  As Phoebe had said, she enthusiastically buried her face in
her sister's crotch, first licking her clean before digging her tongue into
the so recently cum filled hole.  Prue herself had her face in Piper,
sucking out Temper's second load from her warm snatch.  Piper in turn
finished the triangle as she nibbled at Phoebe.

   His still hard cock bobbing up and down, he went to give it a few
strokes, but had his hand slapped away by Emma, who circled the quartet
watching every detail.  "Just leave it alone Temper.  No touching." She
ordered him.

   The show seemed to go on and on as Temper watched the girls digging into
each other with a gusto, moans of ecstasy mixed with load slurps.  Hands
reached out to caress whatever body part they could reach.  Sometimes it
was the sister they were eating, other time it was a grateful caress to the
one eating them, and occasionally a soft pat on Temper's bare legs in the
center.

   As had happened this afternoon downstairs in the livingroom Phoebe was
the first to cum.  Letting out a loud muffled scream, muffled by Prue's
pulsing cunt, her body thrashed as her cunt opened up in Piper's talented
mouth.

   Temper felt himself shake in response to the girl's massive wave of
pleasure, almost as if he could feel it himself.

   Phoebe's soft moaning set Prue off as she clenched her sister between
her thighs spraying her with her own and Temper's juices.  Phoebe giggled
happily as she licked it all quickly up before going back for more.

   This time Temper felt an actual presence during Prue's orgasm.  He felt
her ecstasy wash over him and through the room.  Briefly looking up he saw
Emma sitting down on the floor her pants down to her knees, her hands
digging away at her moist vagina.

   And there, across the room a blurry outline of a figure could be seen. A
misty, roughly human shaped outline was beginning to take form.

   With only Piper left Prue went at her sister like a starving wolf.  Her
tongue pushing in, her lips pulling at the flaps of sensitive skin and the
bud of her clitoris, her head shaking back and forth , up and down, as she
worked to get her sister going.

   When Piper finally stiffened Temper felt a flash of fire burst through
his body.  It was like the spell that afternoon, but magnified
exponentially.  His body trembled, his cock waving circles in the air, his
testicles clenching and unclenching beneath it.  Letting out a roar he felt
himself explode.

   The first shot of cum went far over Emma's head, splashing on the attic
wall, the second hit her right in the face as she sat on the floor. 
Grasping hold of his fire hose Temper aimed his cock down and let the next
two shots wash over Phoebe, then turning did the same to Prue, and finally
Piper.  Still he came, squirting girls, as he awkwardly spun on the
blanket, his knees quaking, his feet getting caught in the folds.

   Letting out a final dribble he collapsed to his knees then fell over
among the naked bodies around him.  His breath coming in ragged pants, he
forced himself to sit up in the center of the girls as they disentangled
themselves from each other.

   Looking over Emma, who was just beginning to recover herself, the blurry
form took shape.  The incubus stood there, as hairy and animal looking as
he had last seen it in that one glimpse in the penthouse in Chicago.  It
looked at the wet naked bodies before it appreciatively before locking eyes
with Temper.  Whatever this thing was it was no animal, there was
intelligence in those eyes.  Giving a nod of defeat to Temper it dissolved
again back into mist...  then was gone.

   "So that was an incubus." Phoebe said turning to Temper, her face and
hair plastered with sticky goo.  "It looked like a satyr to me."

   "I've been told that." Temper agreed as he tried to get his exhausted
body more comfortable.  That was becoming difficult to do as he cock still
stood as stiff as a flagpole before him.  "Do you have any idea how long
this is going to stay like this.  Not that I don't like the action mind
you, it'll just make it really hard to put on a pair of pants?"



   Two days later Temper finally found the remains of Albert Martinez.  It
was hard to tell how long he'd been dead since he looked almost mummified.
Though who'd ever heard of a mummy with a big smile on its face.  Emma
guessed that being used as a focus for so much sexual energy had been to
much for poor Albert.  He'd been a bit of a prude at the best of time's but
to have so much go through him at once must have incredibly overloaded his
body.  At least the incubus, wherever it was, wouldn't be hungry for
awhile. Especially with that last snack the Halliwell sister's had given
it.

   The end.

   So that's the end of the second tale in this series.  I hadn't planned
on making it a series when I wrote "In the Buff", I just wanted to indulge
my Buffy fantasies, but it seems to be working all right.  "Charmed" isn't
quite up to the quality of Buffy VS but it fits in the genre that I
couldn't help but use it.  Anyway the idea of three sexy witch sisters
living in San Francisco kind of forces ideas into one head and out the
other..

   Next I'll leave WB for a bit and jump networks to go back to explore
that ending I had for "In the Buff".
   TheRant