The Magic Fart

“He really did recharge you,” the man said, handing over the pantaloons.

“He’s more of a man than he looks,” she agreed. “Now we’d like some food to travel on.”

“We’ve got food,” the man said. “But my son’s fucked out. You really took care of him. Will you take me on?”

“Yes, if your wife agrees.”

“I want to see her piss again,” the woman said. So it was agreed. The daughter pissed once more, making the same mark a fourth time. Then Tantamount did, matching her third mark. This time the applause was considerable; the villagers were impressed, because her volume was much greater than the daughter’s had been. Only the man looked disappointed; he had wanted that fuck.

“Come with me,” the wife said, leading Tantamount into her hut. She made an efficient bundle of assorted fruits and breads. “A good fuck can satisfy a man, but I never saw it help a woman to piss better. I’ll trade you for your secret.”

“What do you offer?”

“Information of likely interest to you.”

“Give it.”

“You are being watched, your actions recorded. My guess is you’re a Tower Maiden.”

“Damn!” Tantamount swore.

“I thought we’d slipped that noose.”

“There’s no escape, just new settings, as they wring the last bit of entertainment from you. Ordinary folk aren’t in on it, but I was a Tower Maiden in my youth, and I learned how it was. They let you think you’re free, and a selected paying clientele gets to watch. So they know what happened in the privy; I don’t.”

“I took his urine,” Tantamount said, and explained the process.

The woman whistled. “That’s a new one! I’ll tell my daughter, but I don’t think she’ll go for it unless there’s a really big prize on the line.”

“I thought our prize was anonymity,” Tantamount said.

“I’d like to make another deal, to explain to the others what we talked about,” the woman said.

“Not the pissing secret.” She lifted a small bottle of wine, as if pondering whether to add it to the bundle.

“That fuck for your husband,” Tantamount said immediately.

The women smiled. “That will do. You’re a lovely woman. He’s a good man; he deserves an occasional nice piece.”

“You’re a very understanding wife.”

“The Tower experience broadens one’s perspective.” She put the wine into the bundle.

“It certainly does,” Tantamount agreed fervently. In this land, sex was an open commodity. “I’ll make your man glad.”

They returned to the public privy.

“Honey,” Tantamount said to Prior. “I made another deal. For a bottle of wine.” She opened the bundle to show it.

“What deal?” Prior demanded, playing the part of the possessive partner.

“That fuck for her husband.”

“The hell!” Prior exclaimed as the husband’s face lighted.

“Taste the wine.” She opened the bottle and proffered it to him.

“Agree,” she murmured. He tasted the wine. “Damn, that’s good. Okay, but make it quick.”

Tantamount took the husband into the privy. “How would you like me?”

“How’d you do it with my son?”

“I bent over,” she said, demonstrating. “So he could fondle my breasts at the same time.”

“I don’t want to step in his tracks. Give it to me front face.”

“Hold me close,” she said, stepping into him as he doffed his pantaloons. She lifted one leg high so he could guide his penis in, then clung tightly, wrapping both legs around his body as he stood. He put his hands on her bottom, squeezing her buttocks as he held her up.

“Hoo!” he gasped, loving it. He thrust, lifting her body, then relaxed and thrust again. The play wasn’t great, because she was supported in large part by his pole within her, but it was enough. Soon he was pressuring out his fluid.

“God’s fart!” he swore blissfully.

She knew he had had his best climax in years. She kissed him as he faded. “Your wife bought it. She said you deserve it.”

“I’ll thank her every day!” She dropped her feet to the floor and disengaged. She cleaned up again, but let him drip.

“Go show your neighbors,” she said. They went out, and the man showed off his spent penis, advertising his enormous satisfaction, while Tantamount assumed an air of innocence. The villagers applauded again, understanding everything, and the men (plus a few women) looked appropriately jealous. They would remember this visit a long time.

Soon Prior, Tantamount, and Chance were on their way, walking the path that led to the next village.

“Something I wondered about,” she said. “What made my hood fade out?”

“It must have had a time limit.”

“I don’t think so. It seems we’re still under observation.”

“We’re what?” he asked, startled.