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Feature Writer: Dr Jim
Feature Title: PAN’S GROVE 4
Published: 20.06.2026
Story Codes: Satanic, Mystic, Magick
Synopsis: Dave and Marilyn King, who are on a mission to spread the lust of Pan and the good word of Pantopia, invite their Bible study friends over. Will Bradley, a victim of gay shame, lies in a coma after a suicide attempt.
Pan’s Grove 4
The Thorsens were the first to arrive at the party, and Aaron headed straight back to the kitchen with a bottle of Pinot Grigio and Cabernet after a quick hello to Marilyn. Debbie Morgan couldn’t wait to tell.
“Did you hear about the Bradleys? Will is in the ICU on a ventilator! He left the church during the sermon and took a whole bottle of sleeping pills.”
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Marilyn, “Is he going to be okay?”
“They don’t know yet if he’ll regain consciousness. So sad. They found a bunch of gay and bisexual porn on his computer. I think he had tried to delete it. Who would have known he had a queer side?”
Marilyn winced inside at the characterization. She had actually sensed it but said nothing. The party tonight consisted of friends who were previously all part of a Bible study through Reverend Blackwell’s church. When the controversy over homosexuality had come up in the study group, everyone but Debbie felt strongly that being gay was not a sin. The group folded, but they all stayed friends. Debbie had argued about sexual sin; in the end, she had sided with her husband and friends. “What was the sermon about?” she asked, though she could already guess.
“The sin of lust: homosexuality, adultery, pornography. Marge is beside herself.”
“We’ll pray for them,” Marilyn said with sincerity, but who would she pray to?
The god she grew up with was certainly the one who had pushed Will to attempt suicide, not to mention being the god who ordered the Israelites to go into Canaan and kill every living thing. Pray to Pan?
As the other guests arrived, Debbie filled them in on the tragedy, and there were fallen faces all around. This was not the way we had planned it, but I thought, as I opened bottles of wine to breathe or pour, that this could be made use of as well. The Pan’s Punch was in the fridge chilling, but I wasn’t going to offer it to anyone unless they were fully informed of its nature. Everyone came through the kitchen to grab crudités and spinach dip, BBQ meatballs, chips, and finger sandwiches, and I greeted them with a handshake or hug.
These embraces were a little different from the many times before: I could feel the breasts of the women against me, and a certain energy passed between us, and also with the men as skin met skin. My wife and I had been changed, and I wondered if she was having a similar experience pressing her body against their old friends, male and female. We loved them all, but now that love was complemented and intensified with a taste of desire.
Everyone was gathered in the family room now catching up and relaxing on sofas, love seats, and easy chairs, five couples when I finally joined them. Our family room is quite spacious, and Marilyn has filled it with house plants, Ficus trees, ferns, and ivy. It was so green that many guests said they felt like they were in the jungle. Our friends who were settling in amongst the greenery were all attractive people, varying in age from twenty-five to their fifties, who ate well and exercised, staying fit.
“It makes me angry,” said Bob Morgan quietly, trying to control himself, “I’m sure the church drove him to it, made him feel condemned by his orientation, his inborn tendencies.”
His wife, Linda, a marathon runner with short dark hair who sat close beside him, took his hand. They were just out of grad school and had no kids, but had become close friends with the Bradleys.
“I refuse to believe god condemns us for what we are naturally inclined to do and have no control over,” added Aaron Thorsen, who had a PhD in biochemistry and taught at the University of Chicago, “Of course, for that matter, we have little free will as it is. Our consciousness, what we tend to call the essential ‘me,’ is just the froth on the wave, thinking it’s moving the wave into shore.”
It was a frequent argument of his.
“Of course, I have free will,” countered Frank Butler, a muscled engineer who was addicted to working out.
His wife, Ginger, a pretty and petite author of children’s books, nodded in agreement.
“If I tell you to raise your arm and you do, is it because you have chosen to?” Thorsen was setting him up, I knew.
“Naturally. I chose to, and I do it.” Frank felt confident.
“Actually, when you do fMRIs of this very task, they show that you start raising your arm before your consciousness even considers it. Our primal drives compel us, thirst, hunger, sexual desire, and our primal emotions protect us, fear and anger. Society, especially religion, seeks to control our desires, manipulate our emotions, to gain power and dominion over the masses.”
Aaron was both erudite and passionate about his ideas.
“What about love?” asked Veronica Jules, a tender-hearted and curvaceous masseuse whose husband, Ben, was smiling at her as if to say, “That’s my girl.”
“Good point. That developed later in the mammalian brain and is modulated by oxytocin and vasopressin. It functioned in evolution to bind the family together and to bind the community together, which was a big advantage. But the basic drives and emotions will tend to trump those instincts. That’s why things are always so messed up.”
I noted that everybody was well into their second glass of wine and thought I’d make a move.
“What if, by immersing ourselves in our primal desires, filling our lives with pleasure, we could bypass our instincts toward fear and anger?” I asked, and the room was silent, “If fear and anger were removed, what would be left is love and connection, I believe.”
“You mean eat as much chocolate cake as I want so I can be a more loving wife? I’m already struggling with that,” replied Veronica, who really did not look overweight.
“Well, eat well and enjoy every bite, but I was referring to sex, sex without guilt, shame, or jealousy.”
A couple of the women blushed while some of the men sat up straight, suddenly attentive.
“A community that was free to give and receive sexual pleasure openly and without lies, deceit, or judgment would be very cohesive, very peaceful.”
I saw a look of incredulity on Frank’s face; he had complained to me about Ginger’s lack of a sex drive in the past.
“Of course, everyone would need a little help to make sure everyone’s needs and abilities to meet those needs were matched, something like Viagra for men and women.”
I sat silently for a while, letting the idea sink in and fantasies take form. I was surprised to find I was getting erect, but didn’t really care. I saw Veronica looking at my crotch; she then looked me in the eyes and smiled. Marilyn came over, put her arm around my shoulders, and kissed me on the cheek.
“Is this a real place, or just theoretical?” asked Aaron as I knew he would, considering the idea with astute rationality.
Marilyn went around refilling everyone’s wine glass.
“Real. I spent last weekend at such a town in West Virginia where they have created a utopia that has lasted over thirty years.”
“So, they fuck like bonobo chimps to settle all their differences?” blurted out Aaron, and Debbie slapped him on the thigh. When he saw no one knew what he was talking about, he continued, “Pan paniscus, bonobo chimps, who are more closely related to humans genetically than any other species. Bonobos are a matriarchal chimp species that uses sex to resolve all conflicts. They’re very peaceable.”
“Genus ‘Pan,’ really? How interesting,” I noted, “They mentioned the chimps there but not exactly. It’s a bit more complex than that. Most people are married but have an open marriage. People drink a punch to increase their sexual capabilities, and their religion is pagan. They worship the ancient god Pan, though many maintain Christian beliefs as well. And they have regular festivals that involve all the adults in the community.”
I thought I noticed the temperature rise in the room a few degrees and the aroma of sex, even though I hadn’t had a punch today at all.
“You mean orgies?” asked Linda and Veronica simultaneously.
I knew the men wanted to know as well, but were too afraid of offending their wives.
“Yes, with hundreds of people, all night long.”
“Oh, wow,” muttered several people, none of whom seemed offended.
“So … did you attend one of these festivals?” asked Veronica, and I thought I detected a sensual, flirtatious tone to her voice.
Touching her clients all day had made her more in her body, I thought. I felt the spirit of Pan reaching out from me to touch each of our friends, a caress that was both loving and lustful. Marilyn came to sit on my lap, and I could feel her sexual heat and smell her arousal. She wiggled slightly to let me know she felt my erection.
“Yes, in fact, I was the proxy king for the event, had some ‘duties’ to perform,” I smiled, remembering.
Several mouths were gaping open.
“Oh my god!” someone muttered.
Veronica looked me in the eyes and licked her lips at the same time, reaching behind her to stroke Ben’s crotch, either hoping nobody would notice or not caring.
“King David, king of the orgy! How ironic,” said Debbie, a little disgusted but obviously intrigued.
“So, this ‘punch’ enabled you to ‘perform your duties’ all night long?” asked Aaron with disbelief.
“Yes, and I even brought some back with me. Marilyn and I have been drinking it every night.”
“It’s incredible,” Marilyn added, almost moaning.
The women all picked up on it and were experiencing some vicarious pleasure, I could tell.
“Did you go to the orgy too?” asked Ginger, who was so fit that she probably didn’t need help keeping up at an orgy.
Not something you’d expect of an author of kids’ books.
“No,” replied Marilyn, “But David told me all about it … in detail, so hot.”
“Weren’t you angry that he had sex with other women?” she questioned with obvious skepticism.
“And men,” she added.
Eyebrows were raised.
“For about ten minutes, when he told me about it. After that, the spirit of the thing got into me, and I was overcome by pleasure. I knew I was the one he loved and that he wasn’t going to leave me for some other woman, or man. It was just sex, lust, combined with friendship and compassion.”
I caught Bob looking at me in a more than friendly way.
“In the literature, it says their rule is: You can sleep with anyone you want as long as you wake up with your partner,” I added, “Makes sense.”
“So, you’re not jealous and don’t think it’s wrong?” asked Debbie, who sat next to me, now more fascinated than offended.
I could tell, however, that she was still quite uncomfortable with the discussion.
“Not at all. In fact, I’m really looking forward to watching David fuck someone else.”
Her use of the f-word seemed to focus everyone’s attention and to break some sort of barrier. We were no longer talking about fantasy here, but rather real possibilities.
“Seeing him with another person, woman or man,” Marilyn continued, “The look of pleasure on his face, the ecstasy as he cums …”
She closed her eyes and sighed, and everyone held their breath for a moment. Then she turned to me and caressed my face. Leaning in, she kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I’m not sure how long we kissed, but when we looked up, everyone was staring, and Veronica had her hand up her short skirt. I noticed, too, that all the men had bulges in their pants.
“So, have you had sex with other men?” asked Ginger, looking at Marilyn.
“No, but I’m really looking forward to it. David is the only one I have ever been with. What I really want, though, is to make love to another woman.”
I saw Linda’s face light up with that statement, and she seemed to be regarding Marilyn in a new and lascivious way.
“I want to lick a pussy until she cums in my face.” Linda moaned with her eyes closed, and everyone smiled.
“And you’re okay with this?” asked Fran, looking at me.
“Yes. In fact, I’m very excited to see her with other people. You see, if I have no fear of losing her, then I need have no anger towards anyone because they’re not a threat. When fear and anger are removed, all that remains is love and pleasure, and her pleasure is my pleasure.”
Marilyn was moved by this and started kissing me passionately again while our guests watched.
“All I know is that I want to try some of that punch!” exclaimed Aaron, and everyone laughed, even Debbie.
The rest of the group, except Debbie, all shook their heads yes and exclaimed their affirmatives. Debbie looked at her husband.
“I’m sure it’s perfectly safe, honey, and I would really appreciate your trying a little,” her husband said.
After some consideration, she nodded.
“Thank you, dear.”
Punch replaced wine, and several guests commented on how delicious it was and how surprised they were that it didn’t taste medicinal or contain alcohol. Marilyn having broached the subject, the discussion became more explicitly about sex and more ribald.
Soon, all the men had unbuttoned their shirts and kicked off their shoes, and the women had slipped off jackets and heels. Veronica took off her bra without removing her dress, saying it was bothering her. Stories were traded about lost virginities; our closet encounter had everyone laughing.
Frequencies were compared, all the men claiming twice a week, though I suspect some were exaggerating based on the looks on their wives’ faces. When I admitted it was two to three times a month until recently, everyone expressed sympathy. But when I said it was now twice at night, plus in the morning, plus an occasional nooner, the guys were grinning and would have slapped me on the back if I had been in arm’s reach. Oral sex came up, and Ginger complained that Frank never went down on her. He started to protest, but she stared him down.
“Personally, I think it’s a matter of smell and taste. I love the scent of an excited woman,” I said, inhaling deeply and appreciating the smell of each woman there (and the men), “Do you have an ok sense of smell?”
“Actually, I have bad allergies,” said Frank, sneezing as if on cue.
“I wonder if all women smell the same when they’re aroused,” questioned Marilyn,
Within seconds, Linda, who was wearing a long peasant’s dress, had taken off her lime green panties and was handing them to Marilyn to sniff. As she brought them to her face, grinning, every man groaned. Marilyn inhaled deeply with her eyes closed and with a deep sigh like a purr.
When she opened them, Linda was less than a foot away, staring at her. She dropped the panties, and Linda grabbed her face, kissing her forcefully. Marilyn responded with passion, their tongues intertwining. A collective moan moved through the room as they embraced, their hands running across each other’s bodies.
It was clear to me that both women had fantasized about this for a long time; to be part of its realization delighted me. I could feel all the barriers of restraint falling, walls of modesty crumbling as the sweet and fragrant, warm and wet, wave of lust swept over the room. Debbie was not unaffected. Her eyes were glassy, and she was licking her lips.
Veronica was the first to undress, almost jumping out of her seat. As she slipped out of her dress, I could see she was wearing no panties, and her dark brown bush was glistening. She immediately got on her knees and pulled out Ben’s cock, which was slick with juices, and proceeded to deep throat him.
Marilyn slipped Linda’s dress over her head, and Linda helped her out of her sundress. Marilyn was naked underneath, as I well knew, but seeing her there, beautiful and unashamed, before our friends, filled me with love and passion.
I stood up and stripped as quickly as I could, slipping behind her and embracing and caressing the two women while rubbing my hard penis against her buns. Meanwhile, Ben had undressed and came over to join us, his slender, wiry body already with a slight sheen of sweat, and pressed his erection against his wife’s ass. The four of us writhed together, hands going everywhere, teasing, probing, pleasuring. I felt Ben’s hands on me as well and was not surprised. I returned the gesture, stroking his cock and feeling his ass.
I glanced over to see Debbie watching us intently, like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t notice her husband till he stood in front of her, naked and with a prick that was almost purple and pointed at the ceiling. She looked him in the eyes, then at once got on her knees before him, taking his cock in her mouth.
I was surprised: Aaron had once told me the only time he had gotten a blowjob from his wife was on their honeymoon. Perhaps the spirit had moved her. Aaron helped her off her knees and undressed her, slowly and with sensitivity, then laid her on the carpet before the fireplace and spread her legs.
I could see and smell her wetness just before Aaron slowly filled her with a cock, inch by inch, then began to thrust hard, his balls slapping against her ass. They were joined by Frank and Ginger, who proceeded to fuck doggy style beside them.
“Put it in the other hole!” Ginger growled after a few minutes.
When Fran hesitated in disbelief (from what I had heard, none of our wives did anal).
“Please, fuck my ass, NOW!” she added more forcefully.
His cock was dripping with their combined juices, and he slid it right in without difficulty, eliciting a scream of pleasure. Their passion spread to Aaron and Debbie, and he began slamming into her with greater force and speed while she muttered and moaned and shook, completely lost in lust. Veronica knelt beside her as Ben entered her from behind. She began to kiss Debbie, massaging her breasts and suckling them, pausing only to cry out in pleasure from the fucking she was receiving herself.
The four of us moved to the sofa, and I soon found myself in a sixty-nine with Bob, sucking on my good friend’s cock for the first time, while the women had their heads buried in each other’s pussies, their faces shining with their sweet nectars.
This was exactly what I hoped for, and I knew the spirit of Pan was here and was responsible for this blessed coming together. Io Pan! We switched: Linda was on the sofa while Marilyn licked her, and I fucked Marilyn and Bob sodomized me.
Then Marilyn was on the couch with Linda between her legs, and I fucked Bob while he fucked his wife. The women came too many times to count by each other’s tongues, and Bob and I came in almost every orifice and licked up our messes. I was surprised to see Linda anxious to lick the cum from the men’s asses; that was a new experience for me.
The six on the floor were soon switching partners and trying every position imaginable. The first act ended with the three women kneeling together, kissing while the men stood above them, finishing with a facial for all three. It was not the last act, and by the end of the night, when all babysitters needed to be relieved, everyone was covered in sweat and various juices from their other nine friends.
We all jumped in the pool so as not to embarrass the sitters, except for Veronica. She wanted her sitter to know exactly what they had been up to. Ben complied, heading home smelling wonderfully of sex. We hugged and kissed them all as they departed. Everyone said they wanted to know more about Pan, the community, and about punch. Marilyn and I were totally satisfied with everything.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR