Caveworms

I always loved exploring the woods near my house. I lived in a semi-rural area, so while it wasn't exactly the middle of nowhere, there was always somewhere new to explore. I was always looking for the most secluded, hard to find places. I loved the idea of being hidden from the world, but still being surrounded by life. I found a lot of interesting things when I went hiking, but one summer afternoon when I was sixteen, I found something REALLY interesting.

It was only a few days in to my summer holidays. School was out for the year and I had nothing on my mind but killing time. I decided that day to go visit this small waterfall I'd discovered, though it was a pretty long hike so I started early. It was a particularly hot day, and by mid morning the air was already feeling sticky, and I'd have been sweating just lounging around the house. I looked forward to finding the falls, and the small river they emptied in to, just to jump in and cool off.

I was glad to see there were no people there when I finally arrived, and no sign of anyone in the area at all. After double checking that I was definitely alone, I stripped down to the bikini I was wearing under my cut-offs and tank top, and enjoyed the cool water on my skin. I looked down and admired my body a bit. I wasn't being egotistical or anything, my boobs were slow to start growing, only really making any progress over the previous year, and before that I was afraid I would end up flat chested or something. So it was certainly nice seeing my now C-cup boobs straining against the top that was now a bit too small for them. After spending a while lounging about under the waterfall, my long, brown hair now soaked several shades darker, I noticed what looked like the opening to a small cave hidden in the rocks behind where the water fell that I'd never noticed before. My natural inquisitiveness took over and I went over to check it out.

The hole wasn't big enough to just walk in unfortunately, but I knew I'd be able to fit without much difficulty. Of course, that seemed like a really bad idea because I had no idea where the hole led, and the risk of getting stuck was too great. Nevertheless, I continued to examine it, hoping to find some kind of clue as to what was inside. I threw some rocks in, and never heard them hit any walls, so I figured there must at least be a decent amount of space in there. I figured I'd come back another time when I was better prepared, but then I noticed an odd smell. It was faint, but quite pleasant, reminding me of the smell of baking cinnamon buns, somewhere off in the distance.

The scent became stronger though, and before long I realised that it was actually coming from inside the hole! I became very curious about the source of this aroma, this was definitely not what caves usually smelt like. I sat there weighing up my options. My desire to explore the cave was becoming almost overpowering, but still a sense that it was too risky caused me a great deal of conflict. The hole was certainly big enough for me to go in without much difficulty, and I started feeling a bit silly considering that I had brought a torch with me, and I knew enough about caves to avoid falling into a pit or something.

Well that did it, I grabbed my torch and carefully climbed through. That smell was even stronger now, and I noticed that I suddenly felt very light, as though I weighed as much as a feather. My head then began to tingle a little. The hole led into a tunnel of about the same size, which I carefully began to crawl though, not really knowing what I was doing. After around ten metres, the tunnel opened into a small area large enough for me to stand and walk around. I shone my torch around, finding nothing particularly interesting. I was hoping to maybe find something someone had left behind a long time ago, some fascinating relic of the past, but there was nothing but moist rock.

Despite my earlier belief, I suddenly felt the ground disappear as I began to fall. The torch slipped from my hands and was lost, so I could see nothing, but could feel myself falling. I cursed myself for getting so wrapped up in my own thoughts and not seeing the giant hole I now plummeted down. I'm not entirely sure how long I fell for, but it was certainly long enough for me to realise that I'd been falling for too long to possibly survive when I finally hit the ground.

Thankfully, that violent impact never happened. Instead, I felt myself hit something soft. Something really soft. So soft in fact that it gave way as soon as I hit it, stretching all around me like a weird bubble. I could still feel it all over me, stretching, slowing me down. When I finally landed, it was only enough to knock the wind out of me, and I was now covered in whatever it was that had slowed my fall. It was a strange kind of liquid, sticky, but slippery at the same time. It seemed to stick to everything, except my skin.

The ground I hit was quite soft, and moist. And lumpy and... moving. I stood up with a start when I felt an odd mass writhing against my butt. I still felt it under my feet of course, and I quickly realised it wasn't one solid mass, it was many. Long, thin, slippery shapes slithered under my feet. I tried to calm myself, thinking I'd just fallen into a real life pit full of god damn snakes, and that not moving was really my only option. But then I felt the snakes start worming their was up my legs. I have to admit I panicked then, and frantically tried to brush and kick them off me without falling over.

Suddenly, I was practically blinded my a bright flash of light. For a brief moment I thought it was sunlight, and that I was saved, or possibly just dreaming, but when my eyes adjusted I noticed that the walls of the cave had started glowing with a warm, clear light. I knew it was probably a huge colony of photoluminescent bacteria, but before I could think about it anymore, I finally saw where I was, and what was in there with me.

The entire floor of the cave was covered in a mass of wriggling worms of various sizes. Some as small and thin as a pencil, some were feet long and inches wide. They were all an off-white colour, and seemed to constantly ooze a clear, thick substance that I quickly realised was the source of the smell that led me in there. I can't even describe the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that welled up from the sight.

But that feeling of revulsion started to change a little. It turned into a pleasant tingling sensation, which oddly reminded me of those times when I was feeling particularly horny. More than anything, I was feeling confused at that point, because I was consciously aware of the dire situation I was in. Even without the weird horror movie creatures all around me, I was deep in the ground right now. It was a long fall I'd taken, and it was very unlikely there was any other way out of there. I knew I was going to die, or at least have to subsist on those freaky worms for the rest of my life, but I felt really calm. None of that mattered. I was going to be fine!

I started feeling faint, and figured there would be no harm in lying down, the worms probably weren't going to eat me or anything, and I felt so drowsy. No sooner had I sunk to the floor than the worms started to swarm, slithering all over me. It felt... nice. Really nice. Like some kind of wonderful, wet massage, every inch of my skin that the worms touched sang to me in pleasure unknown. I sighed as I lay there, feeling more and more relaxed by the second, as more and more worms writhed all over me, until I was more or less completely covered.

Then they started getting nosey. I could feel one nudging its way into my armpit, while more others began to investigate every nook and cranny of my body. Soon enough, one slipped under my bikini bottoms and made its way between my legs. I felt a sudden jolt of incredible pleasure as it found my pussy, and began rubbing itself against my clit as if it knew what it was doing. More began to join it, from every direction. And others found their way inside my top, and I must admit I loved feeling them massaging my boobs and wriggling against my nipples.

My head was positively swimming by this point. It had been slow to dawn on me, but I now realised I was now more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I wasn't new to sex, having had plenty with my ex boyfriend, and some more with my cousin Jenny when we were younger. My heart was racing and my stomach was positively tingling. It was almost unbearable, but when I felt one of the worms start exploring my pussy lips for a moment before bravely delving in deeper, I decided it was definitely bearable. In fact, I was looking forward to seeing just how good these weird worm dudes could make me feel. Maybe living in this pit wasn't going to be so bad after all?

The worm in my pussy wasn't one of the big ones. As it went inside me, it felt about as thick as two fingers, and it felt amazing. It was as though the feeling of my pussy being stretched was being greatly exaggerated somehow, so while I didn't feel like I was being stretched a great deal, what I was feeling was more powerful than even my ex's eight inch monster had ever made me feel.

The worm was all the way in now, at least as far as it could go. The rest of them suddenly seemed to develop a singular purpose, as instead of just slithering all over me, I could now feel them start suckling on me. Every inch of flesh felt like it had a worm attached, each sucking gently, but they continued moving about, so they never sucked on one place for too long. Except of course, for the ones who had found my nipples, and the one at my clit. They all stayed attached right where they were, and they were doing more than sucking. I couldn't for the life of me work out exactly what, but it felt AMAZING.

Every inch of my flesh was being pleasured, and the worm in my pussy was now itself sucking on and massaging my g-spot. So of course, it wasn't long before I started cumming. Hard. The cave filled with my ecstasy laden screams, countless bolts of electricity echoed throughout my entire body, my pussy practically throbbing as I continued to experience the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt.

As I came back down to earth, nothing really changed around me, the worms continued doing their work, the one in my pussy had started doing something to what I figured must have been my cervix. I was still riding waves of orgasmic afterglow, and I smiled knowing that my next one wasn't too far off, and the way things were going, it was going to be even more intense.

That's when I felt the worm inside me suddenly disappear, and a new orgasm suddenly reared its head. My mind was pretty hazy at this point, but I definitely felt it disappear from inside my pussy, only it hadn't exited from the outside. In the midst of my climax, I realised that it had slipped past my cervix and entered my womb. This knowledge further intensified my already overpowering orgasm, and I felt a great need to touch myself.

That wasn't too easy, since I was covered in worms, so instead I found myself just touching them, and surprised to discover just how much I loved how they felt. They were impossibly slippery, I don't think I could have grabbed one no matter how secure a hold I had. But beyond that, they felt just like... cocks. That same kind of fleshy, rigid, yet every so slightly malleable feeling, and I imagined myself just surrounded by all these giant cocks and I found myself wanting them to violate me more and more.

I half screamed, half whimpered when I felt a worm that had finally found my butthole. At first it was gentle, cautious. It rubbed itself across my asshole, then sucked on it a bit before finally pushing its way in. I always enjoyed having my butt played with, but I'd never actually had anything bigger than a couple of fingers up there. And this worm felt pretty damn big. I felt it pushing against my tight hole harder and harder until it slowly started slipping in. I could feel my ass expanding around it, I could feel every inch as it started making its way deeper and deeper.

I absolutely thrashed about, completely lost in pleasure. The worms managed to hold me down, so all I could really manage were twitches and restrained jolts. When another worm started pushing itself into my pussy, this one definitely one of the larger ones, I experienced what could best be described as an orgasm within an orgasm. Because despite all that was going on, I still hadn't stopped cumming. It must have been several minutes, I had no idea it was possible to feel so good for so long, but then within that, my feelings of immense pleasure increased as I felt the two worms wriggling about in my ass and pussy.

Then it started to slowly fade away, and just when I thought I was back to normal, whatever normal even was anymore, the worms in my pussy and ass started spewing this lovely warm liquid which set me off again. They spurted a surprising amount inside me, and I felt myself getting quite full of the stuff. But when they were done, they unceremoniously slithered out of my holes, while the worms that swarmed and sucked my body started moving away. I felt incredibly satisfied, but a little cold after having lost my nice, warm, wet blanket.

After a short while, I sat up and looked around, wondering why my lovely new lovers had left me. And that's when I saw a different creature making its way towards me. It was similar to the worms, in that it was the same colour, and seemed to be oozing the same fluid, but it was huge! Maybe about the size of a bear, it looked like some kind of giant caterpillar or something. From an opening at the front extended a bunch of long, glistening tentacles, which moved about as if searching for something.

I found myself really turned on by its appearance. As though the whole thing was just a gigantic cock with a bunch of other cocks coming out of it. I knew enough to know that it was wrong, the damn thing was a monster out of a nightmare, but it turned me on. Like a LOT. My pussy felt utterly drenched, and I wasn't sure how much of it was the stuff the worm had shot into me, and how much was my own pussy juices.

This new thing slithered towards me slowly and laboriously. When its tentacles seemed to 'find' me, they tickled me all over, giving me a similar treatment that all the worms had done before. I counted about five tentacles, each one looked to be several metres long, and a couple of inches thick. I found myself wanting them inside me, and it wasn't long before one of them found my pussy and started wiggling its way in. It stopped suddenly and pulled out after a couple of inches though, and I was a little disappointed, until I felt it go lower and push against my ass. I grunted at the pressure, as it forced my sphincter to widen to accommodate its considerable girth. There was a little pain, but that got lost in the signal, because the pleasure overwhelmed it.

Slowly but surely, my ass opened up to allow this new invader entrance. It slowly, inexorably worked its way deeper, til I lost track of its position inside me, but loving how filled up my ass felt. Either these creatures had encountered humans before, or they were quick learners. No sooner had my ass become accustomed to one of its tentacles, than another wormed its way into my pussy. I didn't know what to do with myself at this point. I was assaulted on all fronts by unimaginable ecstasy, but I just couldn't move. I thought I was stuck in this empty void of pleasure, where I had ceased to exist, and all that remained of me was my orgasm.

And then they started thrusting. The tentacle in my ass taking long, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way, then back in. Must have been at least ten inches. The one in my pussy however, was giving short, hard thrusts, each one violently hitting my cervix. That hurt a little, but the pain somehow made what I was feeling all the more complete, and with each impact, the pain lessened, until it was entirely replaced with an odd feeling of hunger emanating from my womb.

The tentacle then stopped its battering ram routine, and instead just pushed itself against my cervix. I gritted my teeth and grunted at the feeling. It was as amazing as it was painful. I could feel it slowly opening up around the thick tentacle which continued its unrelenting advance. I then felt the worm that had hidden itself inside my womb start thrashing about. It felt like there was a great timult happening within me. Though, the worm in my womb didn't seem scared or anything, in fact, it seemed more like it was doing what it was doing just for my enjoyment. And I certainly did enjoy it!

When the tentacle finally popped into my womb, the rest of me popped in turn. It was the most amazing thing, I felt so incredibly full, I had no idea it was even possible for a person to feel so great while alive. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven, but I doubted even heaven could be as awesome as this. I wasn't even aware I was screaming until I felt a tentacle shove itself into my mouth, its copiously leaking fluid quickly filling it up. It tasted divine. Sweet, but not sickening, and warm and nourishing. Strangest of all, the flavour seemed to subtly change as I consumed it.

I sucked on the tentacle with great enthusiasm. It wasn't til then that I realised how thirsty I'd become, and this thick, sweet nectar was really hitting the spot. But the creature wasn't satisfied just feeding me, and once I'd had a good drink, it started forcing its way deeper into my mouth, my throat. I felt myself choking around it, but it continued undeterred. Strangely enough though, I felt quite calm. I started choking less and less, before finally growing used to this huge thing invading my throat.

So there I was, skewered by this bizarre, betentacled creature. Three of its tentacles were deep inside me, while the others explored my body, before two latched onto my nipples and started sucking. This sent me over the edge, as if I hadn't already been at that point several times already, but everyone has their limits, and I guess I'd met mine. I felt the pleasure which was tingling all over my body start to build up in my head, before light headedness overtook me and with one final, little gasp which hid the true enormity of what I was experiencing, I finally lost consciousness.

I awoke to find myself now on all fours, the three tentacles still inside me. But something was different. I felt full. Fuller than I had ever felt before, and it wasn't just from having tentacles in my mouth, ass and pussy. It was then that I noticed the lumps moving inside the tentacles. One pushed past my jaw and then a moment later I felt something pop out inside my stomach. The same thing was happening with the others, they all seemed to be pushing these solid lumps inside me. I opened my eyes, and that's when I could see what was happening.

The tentacles had become translucent, I could only clearly see the one in my mouth, and inside it was egg, after egg, each about the size of golf ball, lining up to be injected into me . It was oddly blissful. I looked down to see that my stomach had grown quite large, I was quite obviously bloated with eggs, and still more were on their way. I shut my eyes again and just enjoyed the sensation of each tentacle laying countless eggs inside my womb, my stomach and my bowels.

I figured, judging by how huge my stomach had grown, that I'd woken up towards the end of the creature's load, but I was wrong. It wasn't even half way done. With each new egg placed inside me, another was pushed away to make room, and I became that much more full. I rubbed my belly and I could feel them solid beneath my skin. A small thought occurred to me, of how it was kind of a bad thing for another animal to lay its eggs inside you, but it was washed away in the din of pleasure I experienced.

Just in the time after I'd regained consciousness, the creature must have laid had hundreds of eggs in me. But finally, it must have reached the end of its supply, as the constant influx of eggs was replaced by a torrent of hot liquid, the creature's cum I assumed. As if on cue, with the liquid, came a torrent of orgasms. It was so much, I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Into wet dreams like I'd never seen, and back into the world where I was full of this strange creature's eggs, and loved it.

Then I blanked out for the last time, and awoke naked in the river outside of the cave. For a moment I thought the whole thing was a dream, but then I noticed my stomach. I was huge. HUGE. It bloated to an unbelievable degree, I looked very, very heavily pregnant. Like I was having triplets. Maybe quadruplets? I kind of hoped I was still dreaming, since this was pretty inconvenient. Still, I made the effort to stand, and it wasn't easy, but I managed it. I collected my things, and put my shorts and tank top back on. My top had no hope of covering my belly, so I didn't even try. I wondered where my bikini had gone, but figured it was probably back in the cave, and there was no way I was going back in there. Not that it mattered, I needed a new pair anyway.

Come to think of it, how had I gotten out? Even the hole I came in through was now too small for me to fit through. That feeling of confusion returned, as though reality had stopped playing fair. Cause and effect seemed to have lost all meaning to me, but I was too tired to dwell on it, all I wanted to do was get home. Thankfully, it was still light out, so I had a hope of getting home before mum got back from work. I slowly began to trudge through the woods, and it wasn't easy. I felt so heavy. I was full of hundreds of eggs, the thought of what would happen when they hatched filling me with excitement, instead of the horror one would expect from such a situation. Why was I so ok with what had just happened to me? I couldn't work it out, I was just happy to be out of the cave.

Working mostly on instinct as my conscious mind was busy with things it didn't see fit to let me in on, I stumbled my way home. I knew I couldn't let anybody see me in this state. They'd make me go to hospital, and for some reason, despite all logic, that seemed like a really bad idea. Luckily for me though, I beat mum home, and my sister was in her room. I quickly made may way to my own room and crashed on my bed, pulling my sheets all over me so as best to hide my hugely pregnant tummy.

I perceived mum come in a while later, and quickly assuming I'd fallen ill, left me to rest, but not before bringing me some water and vitamin c. I slept without waking the whole night, only stirring the next morning when mum came to check on me before heading off to work. She left me some more water and vitamins, and when I heard her close the front door on the way out, I found myself suddenly wide awake.

Bait and Switch Ch. 06

The pain was excruciating. I was only dimly aware of the light going from white to yellow before I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, my muddled brain didn't seem to want to work. I vaguely remembered being with Lela, making the switch that I thought would work on her (or trying to), and then waking up in my bed. Had I over used my ability at the party?

A quick test on the lights confirmed it, as pain shot between my eyes. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I was tempted to sleep all day, till something reminded me that this next week was finals week, before the Christmas break. I'd meant to do some studying today, but I didn't really feel like staying in my room. Especially when I saw I had two missed calls from Gina, and one from Shanna. I didn't feel up to seeing either one right then, so I got dressed, and drove to the campus library, leaving my phone behind.

Studying never was my strong suit, however, and I began thinking about the demons. Lela had told me that there were other humans that had had their dormant genes activated, and I remembered Dennis mentioning seeing YouTube videos of people doing extraordinary things. Using the library's Wi-Fi, I loaded the site, and started browsing. It looked like there were a lot of different videos to choose from, so I started choosing some at random. I watched one where a guy could supposedly talk to dogs and another where a girl could turn her skin blue. Neither of those seemed particularly helpful, so I kept looking. I found the one of the guy in Japan that could spontaneously combust, and then watched as the flames went out, and he was unharmed, even his clothes. I wondered if it was some type of illusion, but I was able to find a version with subtitles, and the cameraman claimed to be able to feel the heat from the flames. Now THAT could come in handy, if he could start other things on fire. Unfortunately, he went on to say that he can only do it to himself.

I searched for a few more hours, with no better results. Some were super strong, or just as useless as blue skin, but I couldn't see how any of them could stop an alien race from destroying the human race. I couldn't even see how I was going to do it. And if Lela, with her advanced technology, couldn't do it, what chance did I have?

Bored and frustrated, I decided to give my ability a small test, and mentally flipped off my laptop. It went off, and the following pain was minimal. In a slightly better mood, I went back to the apartment.

Dennis was there, and I realized he hadn't been home when I'd arrived last night, nor there when I'd gotten up this afternoon.

"Where've you been?" I asked him.

"Out with Robin. Man, can she give a mean blowjob!"I laughed as I dropped my stuff in my room, and then returned to talk to Dennis.

"Wasn't she with Brent?"

"Not anymore. Can you believe what he was doing to his sister?"

I shook my head, but I could believe, and thought that I'd caused it with my switches. I felt guilty again. It was just like with Gina; I was manipulating people into doing things they would otherwise never do. Did I have the right to do that? I had a feeling that the answer was 'no'.

"Oh, by the way, Gina stopped by again. How many girls are you going to string along? First Gina, now Shanna?"

"That was actually her twin, Shannon, last night," I said before I could think better of it.

Dennis gave a long whistle, and punched me in the arm. The punch didn't hurt as much as it usually did, and I wondered if Lela's white light was finally showing its effects.

"Three women now? Yeah, I don't think you can call yourself a geek anymore."

I only shook my head, as I got up and went back to my room. How many women I was with didn't make a difference whether I was a geek or not. Talk of Gina had given me an idea, though.

Opening my phone, I noticed I had missed another call from her, and called her back. She answered on the second ring.

"I'm so glad you called me back. I was afraid you were avoiding me again."

I hated to ruin her mood, but I had to do this. "Gina, we need to talk." I had a plan, and I was fairly certain I could deal with the pain my switches were going to cause me. I was just glad that I was recovering quicker than I had the first time.

"Oh, okay. Is everything alright?" The quaver in her voice told me of her fears.

"I'll be by to pick you up in an hour, is that alright?"

"An hour? Yeah. Hey, is anything wrong?"

"Great, I'll see you then," and hung up. I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't know what else to say.

I showered, and got dressed. I tried not to dress too nice, but also didn't want to look like a slob. I ended up wearing Jeans, and a 'Geeks Are Sexy' t-shirt from one of my favorite websites.

Gina's mom answered the door, and she invited me in. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes; I'll let Gina know you're here."

"I really shouldn't stay for dinner," I protested, but Gina walked in then.

"But we cooked enough for three. Eat with us, and then you can tell me what you wanted to say." Gina had such hopeful eyes, that I couldn't say no. I had wanted to talk to her in a public place, but as I thought about it, it may be better for her emotional balance if she were home when I was done.

Besides, have you ever heard of a single college student turning down a free meal?

Dinner was delicious, a Sunday pot roast, with carrots and potatoes. The table was mostly quiet. I didn't want to talk too much around Gina, but Nancy occasionally asked me questions about school and my plans for the future. For half a heartbeat, I thought about telling them that I had no plans if I couldn't defeat the demons, but knew how crazy that would sound.

Despite keeping my talking to a minimum, I felt Gina's foot start to crawl up my leg. Her toes caressing my shin for a few minutes, before going up to my crotch. I nearly choked on my food when she did that. A quick glance at her mom showed she hadn't noticed anything, and Gina had a wicked gleam in her eyes.

As soon as I was done with my plate, I asked if I could be excused, and went to their front room. Gina joined me shortly after.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked as she sat and took my hands in hers.

I prepared a 'memory' switch, feeling only a little pain. It might mean that I would have to do this twice, but if she completely flipped out, I didn't want her remembering.

"Gina, everything you have been feeling lately is my fault, and I don't think we should be around each other anymore."

"What do you mean? Why not?" The quaver was back in her voice, but she gripped my hands tighter.

Time for the truth. "I have a special ability. I can make switches with my mind, and do almost anything I want with them." I watched as my words sank in, and then as her face went to incredulity, so I rushed on, "That night I came over to help you with your math, I made a switch that made you wet every time I spoke, and a switch that made your nipples hard too." Even as I spoke, I felt the first switch move, and knew that my voice was affecting her. This was part of the reason I'd wanted to do this in a public place, but her mother should be protection enough, as long as I don't mess with her switches too.

She looked at me for a second her cheeks going red, probably wondering if I was crazy.

"Well, that might explain a few things," she didn't seem angry, which was a good thing, "but I don't believe you."

I was ready for this. I made a switch to make her back itch, then before she could scratch it, I said, "I just made your back itch. I can move that switch anywhere I want to: your foot, or your arm, even the palm of your hand." As I named each place, I moved the switch, feeling my headache grow with each change. When it reached her hands, she yanked them out of mine, and stared at me. This was the part I was most worried about.

She stared at me in wonder, idly scratching her hand. "So you can control minds?"

"Not really. I can't control what you think, and only a small bit what you feel. Mostly it is a physical reaction I get from my switches."

"So you didn't make me screw you that night. You didn't force me to do it, but you DID manipulate my body?"

I dropped my head in shame, and nodded.

"And you kept on doing it afterwards?"

She was really scratching her hand now, and I realized I hadn't flipped off that switch. She looked grateful as I did, with a mumbled, "Sorry."

"No. I didn't do it again, but after that first night, it was as though your body was conditioned to it. Every time I talk, I feel that switch move. That is why I have been avoiding you, so that I wasn't manipulating you again."

She grabbed my hands again, which surprised me. "Is that what you've been worried about? That I'd hate you after you told me?"

I shook my head. "No, I didn't want to make you do anything you didn't want to do."

She gave a small tremulous laugh, and I looked back up to her hazel eyes. "'Want' is the key word." She took a deep breath. "Honesty deserves honesty. No I didn't plan on screwing you when you came over that night. I planned on trying to seduce you into doing my work for me. Instead I got so turned on by you, I decided to go even further. If you can't control what I think, then you didn't make me screw you. I CHOSE to do it." I tried to protest, but she cut me off. "Yes, yes, you manipulated my body, but you know what? I've always thought you were kind of cute, if a little scrawny... Though it looks like that might be changing too. Are you making yourself stronger?"

I almost... ALMOST, told her about Lela, but I was afraid that the conversation would turn to the demons, and I didn't want to frighten her.

"No, I can't affect myself, only other people and objects." I went on to explain how the switches worked, and how they failed.

"That explains Robbie, and the night they kidnapped you. I think it is like hypnosis in a way," she told me at one point, and I shook my head. This was nothing like hypnosis. "Hear me out. You can affect me, by making my feet hot, creating an itch, and various other things, but you can't make me do anything I don't really want to do, like—" She leaned forward, and before I could stop her, kissed me. I could feel myself getting hard, but this was NOT the reason I'd come here. I pushed her away, and looked up to see her mom watching us.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to know if you would be staying the night?" I almost choked as she asked that.

"I wasn't planning to." Gina's mom nodded, and went up the stairs.

"You know, it is the weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom has been oblivious to so many things that used to bother her."

Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer concerned? I remembered the switches I'd made in Gina's mom, and could feel them upstairs. They were both stuck in the position I'd moved them to that first night. I remembered how I had mashed down on them, and wondered if I'd broken her somehow.

I looked back to Gina, and she had a shrewd look on her face. "You did that, didn't you? When she walked in on us, you made sure she didn't care... Oh my... You did it to me too!" If it weren't for the fact that she was smiling from ear to ear, I would have been worried. "Oh, don't give me that look. Listen, you didn't make me do anything against my will, and I certainly don't regret it." She pursed her lips, as she thought about something. "You can tell me no, but I have a favor to ask. You're right about your voice still making me wet. You wanna go upstairs and fuck? As long as you know that I want it, and not because you made me want it?"

I was about to argue that I HAD made her want it, because I'd made the switch in the first place, but her lips against mine cut off that argument. Truth be told, she handled everything better than I'd thought. In fact, now that I think on it more, I'd made the same switch in Professor Frankens, and she hadn't jumped my bones. Maybe Gina was right, and it was something like hypnosis. I couldn't MAKE someone do something they didn't want to.

How then, do I explain Brent and his sister, Lindsey?

I was halfway up the stairs by the time I realized I was no longer on the couch. Gina had me by the hand, and was pulling me along, and despite my earlier reservations, I decided to go with it. She knew what I was capable of, and still wanted to do it. Who was I to argue?

She stopped before we reached her bedroom, however, and I saw her purse her lips again. "I want to test out this ability of yours."

"My headaches—" I tried to stop her, but she just opened the door, and pulled me in after her. It only took me a second to see we were in her mother's room. Nancy was sitting on her bed, watching TV, but she looked up at us as we entered.

"Oh, hi guys. Did you need something?"

"No, we—" Gina covered my mouth, and talked over me, a smile splitting her face.

"We thought we'd come spend some time with you." I glared at Gina.

"That's sweet of you kids," she patted the bed next to her, and scooted over to give us room.

I groaned, as Gina pulled me over to the bed, and shoved me down on it. She didn't waste any time, before jumping on top of me, and kissing me with a passion. Her hunger was really starting to affect me, and despite the oddity of having her mom right next to us, I started to moan, and wrapped my arms around this wild woman.

"Do you want me to leave you kids alone?" The voice broke through the fog in my head, and I broke the kiss, but once again, Gina beat me to it.

"No, stay mom. This is your room. We'll try not to bother you." As she talked, Gina sat up, pulled off her shirt and bra, and then looked to her mom. The older woman glanced at her wanton daughter, and then looked back to the TV, unconcerned.

I think it was about this point I figured, what the hell, and went with it. I pulled Gina back down, liking the way she squealed as I did so, and returned the kiss she'd given me a bit ago. As our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, I allowed my hands to roam her back, and dipped them inside her pants, gripping her small ass.

She lifted her middle, and I felt her hands at my waist, undoing my pants. I kicked off my shoes, and slipped my hands around her waist, doing the same for her pants. As soon as our pants were off, Gina helped remove my shirt, and then we were both naked, lying next to her mom.

Gina kissed her way down my chest, and a sigh next to me made me look over. Gina's mom was now watching us exclusively, but didn't interfere, or say anything else. I wondered what was going through her mind, when Gina's tongue touched my cock.

I moaned loudly, as she slipped her lips around the bulbous head, and I could feel her tongue going to work. I remembered the orgy last night, and couldn't believe my luck lately. Gina started to go crazy, sucking, slurping, and licking, and my hands shot out to grip the sheets at the pleasure she was giving me. At least my left hand did. My right hand gripped Nancy's thigh, and I swear I heard her moan.

Looking up, I saw that her eyes were locked on my crotch and her daughter's mouth. She licked her lips, and mouthed something, but I couldn't hear it over the TV and Gina's noises.

Gina's head was really bobbing up and down, and I was trying to concentrate on holding back my own orgasm. I wasn't close, but I was enjoying this too much and wanted it to last. I knew one way to distract myself.

I got Gina's attention, and indicated what I wanted to do. She happily flipped her body around, so that I could taste her. I kept my right hand on Nancy's leg, but used my other hand to play with one of Gina's large breasts, while I started to lick her pussy.

Gina came almost as soon as my lips touched her, and I felt the leg under my hand pull away. I figured Nancy had probably had enough of watching us, and left.

With my hand now free, I brought them both up to Gina's ass, and held her tight as I attacked her clit. I threw all of my concentration into what I was doing, until Gina came again. She sat up as she did so, moaning in ecstasy at what I was doing. It took me a second to realize I still felt lips around my cock.

"That's it mom. Show me how to suck his fat cock," I heard Gina say, and almost blew my load right then.

I threw Gina off of me, and looked down to see that the older woman did indeed have my thick rod between her thin lips, and she was completely naked. Her breasts were smaller than her daughter's tits, and were topped by dark red nipples.

"Nancy!" I exclaimed in shock.

She pulled away, and smiled up at me, "I hope you don't mind. Gina looked like she was having so much fun, I wanted to try some of this," she told me matter-of-factly, giving my member a few quick yanks.

Gina leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I was surprised when she asked if she could suck on you, too." She kissed my cheek. "Go with it. She has been so lonely since dad left; I think she could use it."

"But she's your mom!" I protested, as Nancy started to suck on my balls.

"And you're hard as a rock, and enjoying what she's doing." She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then said, "Consider this retribution for your evil ways in manipulating us." I knew she wasn't being serious with her tone, and the kiss that followed made my toes curl. "Mom, if you think that is fun; you should let him eat you out."

I was about to protest, but the look of hope I saw in Nancy's eyes changed my mind. The same hazel eyes Gina had. "Come here," I told her instead.

Nancy squealed, just like her daughter, as she climbed up my body, and planted her crotch on my face. She was practically dripping before I even shoved my tongue in her, and came when I sucked on her clit.

"Oh, I haven't had anyone do that to me in years!" The older woman exclaimed. I reached my hands up to her smaller breasts, and started running her nipples through my fingers, as I continued tasting her.

I felt Gina straddle my hips, and a moment later I entered her small crevice. She seemed to be on fire, and sank onto my length in record time.

"That's it, Nick. Lick my mom's pussy while you fuck me. You made me a horny slut for you, and now you've got my mom, too. Fuck me, Nick. And after that, you're going to fuck her!"

At this point, I was so horny, I didn't care how odd the situation was. It didn't even bother me when I felt Gina's hands replace mine on her mother's tits, or when I looked up Nancy's body to see the two women kissing. The sight of their tongues wrapping around each other did set me off, and I unloaded my seed into Gina's grasping cunt.

The second I was done, Nancy pushed her daughter off of me, and to my surprise, and I think Gina's too, the older women started to suck my cum from her daughter's wet hole.

Nancy's ass was in the air, and I had only softened a little bit, so I decided to go for it. I got on my knees behind her, gripped her ass in both hands, and slid my cum soaked cock into her cunny. She was even tighter than her daughter was, and if my tool weren't already so slick, and slightly softened, it would have taken more effort. I tried to be careful, however, as I slid more and more of my pecker into her. Tight though she was, I didn't hit her bottom till I was fully inside her velvety hot folds.

Nancy was moaning deeply into her daughter's cunny, as I started moving my hips, already feeling myself grow harder with every stroke.

"Oh my Gawd, mom. I can't believe you're sucking his cum from my pussy. Ahh, that feels so good. Keep going, mom. Suck my clit. Make me cum again!" I decided to moan loudly right then to help her out, and smiled as I watched her whole body tense from a powerful orgasm. The look Gina gave me, said she knew what I'd done for her.

I looked back down to where I was sawing in and out of Nancy's tight pussy, and still couldn't believe I was fully buried in her, and without that tight grasping feeling at the head, like I'd felt from Shanna. I picked up my pace, and soon Nancy was grunting with each stroke as I pounded into her soft flesh. Nancy came a few seconds later, and pulled off my cock, moaning, "No more, I need a break." She licked her way up her daughter's body, and they started kissing when their faces met.

Gina's legs were still spread, and I was still hard, so I walked my way up to her on my knees, and sank back into her.

"Oh, fuck," Gina nearly screamed. "Not again! I don't... Know if I... Can... Oh fuck... Fuck me, Nick. FUCK ME HARD!"

I started pounding as hard as I could, leaning slightly forward over Nancy's body, and kissed the back of the woman's neck. It only took a couple minutes at this pace, before I dropped my second load into Gina's tight twat.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" Nancy asked me with a smile, as I stood at their front door.

"We can't promise you'll get much sleep, but I promise you won't regret it," Gina said right after.

I laughed, and gave them both a quick kiss, before walking out, followed by Gina.

"No more avoiding me?" She asked, and I nodded. She had assuaged my guilt well enough. Maybe I had manipulated her, but I hadn't forced her to do something she didn't want to. I truly hoped she would quit moping and being so clingy though. I wondered if I could make a switch for that?

The second I walked into my bedroom, I found myself transported to Lela's featureless room.

"I trust you have recovered?" She asked me, her head cocked to the side as she does when she talks to me.

"Yes, thank you," I replied, vaguely remembering the white light going yellow when I'd collapsed last night.

The memory of what had caused me to collapse returned as well, and I almost made the switch that I thought would get her to have sex with me, but backed off. After Gina and Nancy, I was exhausted. I did make the switch, thinking it was harder to make a switch than move one, and at least it would be there when I was ready.

"Good. I am glad to see you exercising your ability. Have you tried it on a large group yet?"

I cursed myself for a fool. The party last night would have been the perfect place to see how many switches I could make at once. Even when I'd been kidnapped, I made all the switches one by one. Luckily I could work at the speed of my imagination, but I still needed to know if I could make more than one at a time.

"No," I told her, feeling dejected.

"You still have time left. Keep practicing."

"Maybe you should find someone else," I said. I didn't know if I could do this, and the pressure to save the entire human race was pretty intense.

"Maybe," she told me, and there was no emotion in her tone, "but right now, you're all you have."

The Visitor

I sat down at my table, alone in my cabin in the hills of Arizona. Sipping my chicken soup, the night was cold, Golden Valley had a very empty, cold feel to it. The nights were filled with shining stars, and you could easily see the Milky Way from my home.

I always believed that there were more than just us…aliens I mean, out there, living among the stars. I just never expected them to come pay me a surprise visit…or rather, just her. It was on a chilly fall night in my house, that I heard a faint noise, coming from somewhere above. I dropped my spoon, looking around, trying to find out where the noise was coming from. It could have easily been my air conditioning system, that thing was always making noise. But tonight it was only making a slow, and low humming that kept the dead of silence out. No, this sound was a bit louder, and it kept getting louder.

I decided to take a look outside, donning my thick windbreaker coat I opened the door and peeked my head out, the wind making a chill on my rough face. Still no source of this sound, I stepped out further, looking around. Was it a wayward teenager running through the night in a 4x4? A low flying airplane? Or perhaps an experimental jet fighter fresh out of Area 51…? None of these things seemed to make sense, the noise became clear that it was something from the sky, I looked up, and nearly jumped back as a comet flew through the sky, streaking past my house almost 50 feet above and landing about half a mile away from my home. I was on the ground now, the object had made an obvious explosion, but I expected the end of all life…or something. Instead, an ominous silence filled the air, like all deserts, the dead of silence was very common, but this was a little different. A bit more nerve wracking, and mind bending…it was only until my A/C kicked on again that I was brought back to reality.

I jumped to my feet, my human instincts kicking in, I dashed inside of my cabin for a flashlight and my truck keys, running out the front door and throwing open the door of my 94’ Dodge Ram. I fumbled with the keys, shoving them into the slot and twisting with force, the massive V8 roared to life and I gunned the accelerator, taking off into the night. Even with the high beams on, the darkness consumed the light, making it hard for me to see where I was going.

I reached the point of impact, my heart racing, expecting an explosion, I was surprised the military hadn’t raced in and dragged me away. Carefully holding the metal flashlight in my hand, I held it up like a cop would, clicking it on, the dust from my truck slowly blowing away. In my rush I forgot that I could have just pointed the headlights at the area, lighting my way, I probably should have done this, because my flashlight was just about dead…

I stumbled over to the crater that had been created, inside was…a pod, a small metal pod, small enough to fit in the massive bed of my pickup, but far too large for me to move on my own. I slowly approached it, expecting to be burnt by extreme heat. I may have lived out in the middle of frickin nowhere, but I knew that when something comes from space down to Earth, that something was gonna be HOT! Unbeknownst to me, I found out that the contents of this pod would turn out to be hot as well…just…not in the context of heat.

The pod was silent, no movement, whatever was inside, alive or dead, was obviously not in a hurry to get out. I got close enough to look inside of the small port hole that showed…little more than fog. I took the initiative, and grabbed what looked like a handle, and tugged. Nothing…I tugged again, this time using more force. The door creaked, but wouldn’t move. I dropped my flashlight and put both hands on the handle, putting my foot against the pod and jerking back with all my might, the door flew open and I almost yelled, falling on my behind on the disturbed ground. Fog slowly emanated from the pod, again I was awe struck, half expecting a face hugger from Alien to jump out at me and impregnate me with some sort of parasite. My fears were put to rest after five minutes of sitting there with an idiotic look on my face, as I slowly got to my feet, I took my flashlight and peered inside the pod. What I saw next, nearly made me black out. A thin, well built, clearly alien, girl laid curled up in the pod, completely unclothed. Her skin was a light blue, on her back was a thick black stripe that ran from the back of her head to her tail, continuing down only to be interrupted by thin white stripes that ran along its length. On her front was clearly a thick white stripe, going from the top of her neck clear down to between her shapely legs. She almost looked completely human, she had fairly large, at least C cup breasts, perfectly round, with large black nipples on the end of them, her hands were tucked between her legs, covering most of her mound, I shifted my view, and sure enough, I saw two lips of a vagina, curled up inside of her. Her slit was clearly in view, my eyes wandered to her rounded buttocks, a small anus clearly in view, soon interrupted by her long striped tail. Her head was almost flat on the front, she had a small nose, but her eyes were like closed slits, I expected cat’s eyes or something… Her head was angled backward to a point, I was guessing she was built for speed, as her legs were very well built, and her body seemed very aerodynamic.

I waved the light in her face, trying to wake her up, she didn’t move, I leant forward, putting my thumb gently on her eyelid and peeling it slowly up, shining the light in her eyes. She had shiny silver pupil-less eyes. They didn’t move or stir, nor did the rest of her body. She must’ve been knocked out on the impact. Being me, I was a very kind and hospitable person, but…this alien, was on a different level. Not only that, but the feds could easily take interest in me, and her. But…she was clearly in need, and I couldn’t just leave her lying there in the cold. I looked back at her, her blue skin beginning to form goose bumps, if I didn’t know any better I would say she was just a human in a costume!

Ignoring my own objections to taking in an extra terrestrial, I slowly cradled my arms around the alien girl, pulling her slowly out of the pod, she didn’t move or stir. She was light, and as I carried her to the warmth of my pickup, I couldn’t help but glance down at her little white slit, which had only a touch of hair above it. Her hands hung at her sides as I carried her, she was beautiful…breathtaking, but, it was not in my nature to take advantage of a woman, let alone an alien woman…

Slowly loading her into the large seat of my truck, I scooted her down, laying her head on the passenger door, turning the heat up, finally closing my door and shaking the cold out of my system. I didn’t realize my hands were numb until I slowly flexed my fingers, grabbing hold of the shifter just past the steering wheel and pulling it down to Reverse, I backed the truck out of the rut I got it in, then shifted back into Drive and headed back to the cabin. I tried to make the ride as smooth as possible, which wasn’t easy since those trucks in the 90’s had really rough rides to support lots of weight.

Finally arriving at the cabin, honestly trying to keep my eyes on the road and off of this alien knockout, I crawled out of my side, circling around and pulling her out slowly. Cradling her in my arms, I wedged open the door, sliding in sideways, hefting her over to the couch, and gently setting her down. I wasted no time in warming her up, I turned the A/C off and retrieved a large blanket, and covered her up to her shoulders, her nipples were hard from the cold, understandably, but I still couldn’t help but take one last look at her stunning body before covering her up and tucking her in. I sat down in the chair across from her, turning the TV off and setting myself deep in thought.

For what seemed like hours I sat there…watching her chest rise and fall as she slept, I kept my thoughts of her beauty aside and focused on what might happen to me if someone else found her…I could be in such deep shit. Shit so deep I may never be able to return to my cabin.
My thoughts were interrupted by a groan, my heart skipped a beat, my breathing stopped, even the house’s heater stopped. I waited…one minute…two…another groan. I looked around frantically, realizing the groan came from the girl. I didn’t move, so as not to surprise her, her shiny white eyes revealed themselves, that’s when she panicked. She threw her arms up, looking around and spotting me, huddling in the corner of the couch, I held my hands up.

“Please, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” I spoke softly.
She still sat there, clearly frightened, but she seemed to understand me, hell she even knew English… “Who…who are you?” she stuttered. I didn’t dare move, “I found you in the desert, your…pod crashed just a half-mile away from here, I found you, unconscious.” That obviously didn’t answer her question, but she nodded anyway. I slowly stood up, she twitched, but didn’t run, slowly taking small steps toward her with my hands up, I got within arm’s length of her, “My name is Nathan…” I held my firm hand out, a gesture of friendliness. She obviously caught on, she slowly extended her small hand out, and gently squeezed my hand, we shook slowly, and then she quickly retreated her hand beneath the blanket. I walked backwards toward my chair, keeping firm eye contact, slowly sitting down and looking into her clear white eyes.
She finally spoke after another two minutes of silence, “My name…is Korin.” She said in a tiny voice. The name repeated itself in my head, a unique name, obviously, because she wasn’t human anyway. I nodded and smiled at her, trying to ease her mind, she was a little less shaky now, but the fear seemed to stay in her bright eyes.

I sat motionless for at least ten minutes before finally standing, she flinched, I raised my hands again, and walked around the couch this time, headed for the kitchen, she looked at me, bewildered, I could see her back clearly, her thin figure clearly visible, her tail poked out from behind and sat level with her head, she was swaying the edge back and forth in curiosity.
I retrieved a soda from the fridge, and held it above the door for her to see, she cocked her head at me, I made a motion like I was going to drink it, lifting it to my mouth, she understood and nodded her head. I retrieved a second can, walking around the closed door back into the living area, handing the cold can to her. She let the blanket hang over her chest as she took the can in her hands, clearly confused. I kicked myself in the face for forgetting that she was obviously not familiar with human technology, and I carefully took the can from her hands. Pulling the tab back, the can hissed, and with a final jerk of my finger, the can opened, she swayed her tail in curiosity as I handed the can back to her. She slowly took it in her hands and sipped from the open end, smiling, enjoying the crisp taste. I smiled and raised my can, opening it and taking a long swig before setting it down on the table. I looked over to her and smiled, she kept her eyes wide, staring at me, almost in fear. "So...where do you come from?" I asked, trying to break the ice that seemed over 20 feet thick...
"I'm...from a planet, outside of this system, my ship was attacked, I managed to flee in an escape pod, though...the battle kind of caught me at a bad time..." she said weakly

I remembered she was naked, and stood again, this time she didn’t flinch, but watched me as I walked into my room, retrieving a long T-shirt that would easily fit her. I walked back in and handed her the shirt, she looked at it, then me, confused. I tried my best to explain it to her, but she still gave me a very confused look, clearly her people wore different clothing than we did. I stood up, and took the shirt from her, then, carefully put my hands on her shoulders in a reassuring grip, she looked at me. The glassy white eyes inspiring awe in my soul, I opened up the neck of the shirt and slid it over her head, she watched as I gently took each of her arms and slid them through the holes in the shirt, the blanket had slid down to her waist now, and her rounded breasts were clearly in view. I tried my best to keep my eyes on her eyes, as I put her arm through the other hole, and slid the shirt down over her chest. I let out a sigh as I got the shirt down to her waist, she took the initiative and looked down, covering her mound with the rest of the shirt, it easily went down to her thighs. I smiled at her, she smiled back. “Thank you.”

I nodded, almost inclined to kiss her, but…the thought seemed kind of awkward, who knew what she had in that mouth of hers. I let the thought slip from my mind as I went to sit back at my chair, suddenly feeling a tug at the back of my jacket. She had her hand bunched up in the material, she clearly wanted me to stay around. I obliged and sat down a few feet away from her, she shirked the blanket and let it fall on the floor, curling up her legs she sat quietly and studied me. Korin looked at me, observing my every detail, from my head to my toe. She was clearly intrigued. I was well built, then again I had to be, I lived in the middle of nowhere. I kept a six pack of abs, fairly well built arms, and a broad set of shoulders. I was no body builder, but I was easily capable of doing heavy lifting.

She continued to stare at me, which, was a little awkward, but, being an alien visitor I felt it was only natural of her to study me. I reached forward and grabbed the remote to my TV, turning it on and glancing at her, smiling, I looked back at the TV and cycled through the channels. Keeping my mind off of her, trying to keep any kind of hard-on at bay, I absentmindedly watched TV, taking the time to pull off my jacket, revealing my well structured body. She stared at me continuously, looking over my shirt, which hid my pale white skin, her tail swaying in curiosity. She scooted closer to me, I purposely ignored her, but secretly kept aware of her gazes. I relaxed a little, hunching down in the couch and putting my hands over my stomach, she followed my hands, and looked over my pants. They easily covered my own member, which was slowly, but surely, growing in size from all this attention. She looked down my legs, but couldn’t see much, I wore loose pants so I could move around, it wasn’t my fault she couldn’t check me out.
I don’t know if I would offend her by checking her out, but I let her make the moves, her being my visitor after all. Suddenly, I felt her hand carefully grasp my arm, I looked over, she was observing it carefully, looking back at me in worry, I gave her a reassuring nod, allowing her to continue. She looked down my arm, to my thick hand, my fingers weren’t thin, but compared to hers, they were like sausages. She examined each finger, noticing the small cuts and scars that had been obtained from all the work that came with living alone.

Korin looked at her own hand, then turned mine so it was palm up, I turned to watch her as she placed her own hand on top of mine. They were tiny in comparison, but other than the blue and black hues, they looked exactly like human hands. I took a gamble and folded my fingers slowly inward, she looked at me, I smiled, wrapping her hand in mine, she smiled back, intertwining her fingers with mine. She held my hand like this for almost 15 minutes, reveling in its warmth. I glanced at her from time to time, she was concentrating on the TV now, her eyes carefully watching it. I began to study her, starting from her head, down her thin neck. I kept moving my eyes downward, past her rounded chest and flat stomach. My eyes found the bottom of the shirt, while in her exploration of me, she had let hike up slightly, I could barely see in between her shapely legs, the very bottom of her slit peeking out at me.
I gulped, averting my eyes, she looked at me and smiled, she was watching me check her out. “I’ve never seen a human before…let alone…be this close to one. I can tell you’re just as interested in me as I am you.” she smiled at me and relaxed her grip on my hand, and I released hers. I looked at her nervously, searching her eyes. She smiled at me and leaned closer, slowly resting her head on my shoulder. “HOLY CRAP!!!” I thought, this alien girl was in to me! The feeling was incredible, I could not only attract human girls, but even knockout alien girls like her.

Korin let her hand rest on my lower thigh, she was totally relaxed now, content with her surroundings, again my hand found hers, and I gently gripped it. I began to hear a sound similar to purring, I cocked my head, the sound was coming from her! Now, I’m not that big on animal sex, but her purring took me to a whole new level of “turned on”. I listened to the sound of her purring, the TV being drowned out by the epic silence that surrounded us. Her hand pulled away from mine, and I almost let out a sigh of despair, but she slowly moved her hand carefully, and very slowly, up and down my thigh, going from me knee, to about mid thigh. I was shocked, she was REALLY in to me… “I’m about to score with an alien chick…” I thought again. My hand took its own course, gently gripping her uncovered thigh, she sighed and shifted her legs to allow me to slowly move my hand up and down her leg, her tail swayed around her leg and curled around my wrist.

The touching went on for another half hour, time seemed to just seemed to ooze by…among other things, and I paid no attention to the TV, just the feel of her round thigh, and the sound of her content purring. One thing led to another, as her hand started to move upward on my leg, and mine did the same, we were practically about to touch each other’s genitals when she suddenly pulled away. My mind gave a shout of disdain, but that shout was suddenly dulled, her hands carefully gripped my head and she turned it toward her face, I looked her in awe, her face was beautiful all in its own.
I slowly moved toward her, and she moved toward me, a voice in the back of my head told me to stop, this was an alien I was about to kiss, that’s just sick! But I paid no heed as our eyes slowly closed, and our lips met. The feeling was electrifiying, her mouth didn’t open and she didn’t try to eat me, nor did she yell in disapproval, she relished the feeling of our kissing, and relaxed totally. I put my arms around the small of her back, pulling her closer, she put her hands around my neck and continued to kiss me back.
I was in heaven, but I was feeling bold, my tongue slowly snaked forward and tapped her lips, she didn’t freak out, or even mind for that matter, her mouth opened, and my tongue met hers, twisting and dancing together as we traded saliva. “Yup, her tongue is normal too.” I thought.

I was frenching a smoking hot alien woman…that’s a whole new level of awesome, I was excited like no other person could ever be, and my hidden member responded by quickly pulsating and growing. I could only imagine her slit becoming swollen and moist at our kissing. Indeed my hopes were fulfilled, as she slowly spread her legs, putting her hands on mine and easing them slowly downwards as she kept me locked in a long never ending kiss. “I entertain her, let her make the moves, I reap the rewards.” I thought. She was certainly rewarding me, because she allowed me to slip my hands under her shirt, I felt the ultra soft skin of her flat tummy, she shifted once more, spreading her legs a little wider, my mind yelled and screamed for me to open my eyes and take in her clearly excited body, but, letting myself relax, I ran my hands up and down her sides, I relished in the feeling of her soft skin. Her arms were now locked around my neck, pulling my closer to her than ever before, she continued to play tongue tag with me, as my hands moved upward and brushed against her rounded breasts.

Korin gave a muffled moan of approval, and kissed me with more and more vigor, our heads were swaying back and forth, kissing and exploring the depths of our mouths, my hands cupped her large tits, finally feeling her swollen glands in my hands gave me a huge rush of confidence and excitement, and I began to gently massage them in my hands. Again she gave another moan, and her arms locked themselves tighter around my neck, I massaged her tits for what seemed like an eternity, tweaking her engorged nipples in my hands, sending shivers down her spine, and down to the tip of her tail.
She broke our kiss, pulling the shirt off of herself, giving me a spectacular view of her rounded tits, her legs were a little closed now, but I managed to catch a glimpse of her well kept pubic hair. I was in love now, and I leaned my head forward to suck on her beautiful breasts, she was a little confused, and watched me carefully, and after taking in one of her tits in my mouth, flicking my tongue over her swollen nipple, she grabbed my head and held it firm over her breast, not letting me stop for a second. She began to moan with pleasure, spreading her legs slightly, I used my other hand to massage and squeeze her other breast, and she was in heaven now, taken over by the massive feelings of lust. Korin gasped and sighed with every long lick I took of her magnificent breasts, trading sides every few minutes, licking each one with more and more vigor. Her hands began trailing down my body, and she tugged at my shirt. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, she was awestruck, my well built body was now in plain sight, and she took me in. Finally throwing her arms around me again, she locked me in another passionate kiss that seemed unending. I could care less if the feds stormed my house now, I was in pure sexual bliss with an alien!

Korin wasted no time getting herself ready, as she spread her legs and took my hand, sliding it down her flat stomach, past her trimmed bush and over her swollen mound. Her pussy lips wet and thicker now, she moaned at my touch, and I wasted no time in satisfying her needs. My hand caressed her cunt, rubbing up and down her wet slit, her juices were flowing freely, and my cock was raging hard, it was painful being stuck inside of my pants…

She must’ve sensed this, because her hand moved straight toward my prick, trapped inside it’s denim prison, she gently caressed it, I could tell she almost had no idea on what to do. I was sure her males were about the same as ours, but she just seemed so innocent, I didn’t doubt she was a virgin. I let her probe my pants, rubbing and squeezing, trying to please me, which wasn’t hard, because I was having the time of my life rubbing her sweet little pussy.

Her breathing became ragged, her tail swaying from side to side, and she looked at me, almost worried, as if she had no real idea what I was doing to her, I gave her a reassuring smile and kissed her tenderly, her hand left my crotch and wrapped around my bare back. I didn’t mind, I was too preoccupied in rubbing her cunt than to pay attention to my own needs. She began to moan in my mouth, her breathing becoming faster, in synchronicity I rubbed her back in time with her breathing. She inhaled to meet the touch of my finger, and exhaled as it slid up and down her soaked cunt. I became even more daring, and I ever so carefully pushed a finger between her wet lips into her waiting cunt, she gasped, almost sucking the air out of my own lungs as she broke our kiss and set her head on my shoulder, grinding her hips into my hand. I was now finger fucking the little minx, her moans were innocent and so heart-melting, I thought I was going to get off on my own accord.

Her body became hotter and hotter, and her pussy oozed sweet juices as her orgasm built, her moaning became louder, and the couch creaked as she humped my hand. Korin’s head shot backwards and she groaned in lust, arching her back, straightening her tail, she became stiff, and I could feel the warmth on my hand that was her cum, sliding over my hand and forming in a pool on the couch. She kept her head up high, breathing heavily and squeezing me damn near to the point of suffocation as she was slowly let back down. I slowly and tenderly rubbed her sweet little puss as she relaxed, finally withdrawing my hand from the warm and wet sanctuary, I brought it to my lips. Sniffing it, it smelled sweet, I tentatively stuck my tongue out to lick my fingers, and tasted her sweet nectar. It damn near tasted like strawberries, as I devoured my own hand, sucking all the juices off of it as she watched me.

She looked at me and giggled, slowly moving her hand up and down her cunt, spreading her juices. I could tell she trusted me now, because her hand moved back to my enclosed cock, it needed to be freed, and I desperately wanted it to be. I quickly unzipped my pants and yanked them off myself, my thick member making a tent in my boxer shorts, I slowly pulled them off as well. Her eyes widened as I revealed a long 8” swollen member, pulsating and slowly oozing precum. She reached out to touch it, and it twitched as her fingers dabbed the head, she giggled, and touched it again, this time getting precum on her fingers. She looked at them carefully, almost playing with the stuff between her fingers, she carefully drew her hand to her mouth, licking off the ooze. She liked it, I could tell, her tail was wagging back and forth, her face filled with joy, she had to have more. She leaned her head down over my cock and carefully licked it. The feeling of her tongue on my cock was incredible, Korin licked it like a frickin lollypop as she carefully wrapped her hand around the shaft, slowly stroking it. She seemed to know what she was doing, though, I knew she was a virgin, her pussy was so tight, and I could make out a sort of hymen a few inches in when I fingered her. Virginity aside, she took me in a few inches, sucking and reveling in my cock’s taste.

My head was spinning, my hand carefully gripped her neck as I gently massaged it, urging her on. She became bold in her own and moved her head up and down faster and further, consuming my cock in her wet mouth with ease. I was in heaven now, and I could feel my own orgasm building within me. She cradled my sensitive balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in her hands, this set my mind into “fuck mode” and I began to slowly shove myself into her mouth. She made no protests and took me in and out of her mouth, almost holding her head still as I fucked her face. I groaned and rose my hips up and down with her sucking, she tightened her lips and began purring again, and the vibrations set me off as I groaned and forced myself into her, unleashing a torrent of hot sticky cum. She squealed, but kept her head down, swallowing my load with ease, not even bothering to come up for a breath, she milked me dry, and lifted her head. Smiling, I heard her swallow, and I sat back for the first time, breathing heavily.
She beamed at me, a tiny bit of my cum sliding down the side of her mouth, she stuck her tongue out and licked it clean, licking her lips at me and giving me a look of pure ecstasy. “I think she really wants it…” I thought again, and she smiled at me and began to stroke my softening cock, her tail swaying slowly to the side. I winced at the tiny amount of pain from being drained, but I sighed and let her work my cock hard again. Korin carefully stroked my dick back to full thickness and carefully licked it again.
“Humans, have a way of showing great compassion for one another…I’ve…never actually experienced this before, even with my own kind.” She admitted.

This fact made the conclusion, she was a virgin, I wouldn’t mind going easy on her, but the thought of penetrating this wanton alien babe was almost too much for me, and my dick became harder than ever. I put my hand on her shoulder and kissed her, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I won’t hurt you, just lie down and let me guide you.”

She looked at me, she had placed her trust in me now, and an enormous weight was on my shoulders. She did as she was told, and slowly laid back, her stunning body on display for me, she laid her tail down flat between her legs. I couldn’t help but just stare at her beautiful tits, her tight thighs and stomach, and her glistening wet pussy, now swelling and oozing with cum. She was excited like all hell, and she wanted it now, but, I had to get her ready, my girth was of pretty decent size, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
I carefully licked her beautiful breasts again, working my way from her chest down to her naval. Licking her flat and ultra soft stomach, she moaned quietly and shivered. I continued to lick down her belly, past her waist line and over her pubic hair, down to her wet pulsating pussy. She gasped and shuddered in anticipation as I inhaled her musky scent. She spread her legs even wider to allow me access to her mound, I eagerly obliged and passed my tongue over her sweet cunt. She inhaled sharply and pulled my head into her cunt with her hands, my tongue dancing over her swollen lips. Working my muscle in and out of her snatch with ease, her hips gyrated and squirmed, her breathing became heavier and louder, she was going to cum again, very soon. I stopped my oral assault, and she groaned from the loss of my tongue in her pussy. I smiled and spread her legs even wider, positioning my throbbing cock outside of her blue and white entrance. Her juices were oozing out of her hole and forming a nice pool in the couch, she was moaning and watching me as I rubbed the tip of my cock over her pussy lips, giving off a wonderful tingling sensation for the both of us.

My own cock begged me to continue, and looking into her silvery eyes, I knew she wanted more. I exhaled, and slowly, delicately, pushed my way into her tight, wet cunt. The feeling was incredible, I had done other women before, but her pussy was exhilarating, it gripped me, and her inner muscles contracted and stretched with the movement of my cock. Her pussy was deep, but at halfway, the usual barrier of the hymen stopped me, and I looked at her eyes. She had a concerned look, I leaned down without moving my cock any further and kissed her, whispering to her, “Everything will be alright.” She nodded and gave a tiny whimper, then leaned back. I put my hands on her hips as carefully as I could, and tapped her hymen…once…twice…and, with a final small grunt, I pushed forward. Korin bit her lip and tears streaked out of her eyes, she couldn’t help but let out a squeal of pain as she began to cry, her tail was now wrapped around my leg like a snake.

I leaned down and kissed her over and over again, kissing her tear streaked face but holding my thick cock in a firm position. Her cries of pain soon faded away, I kept kissing her face, and she moaned and spread her legs wider. Korin’s pussy was now sucking on my cock in its own way, milking and squeezing it. She was soon moving her hips around, trying to push me further, I smiled and licked her neck, then pushed myself in the rest of the way. Towards the end her pussy caved inwards, and I hit her cervix around the same time my cock slid to the hilt. The feeling of her pussy milking me was incredible, and I knew she was enjoying the feeling of having a massive cock inside of her. Instinct kicked in, and I began sliding my throbbing member in and out of her cock gripping pussy, her muscles expanded and contracted to accommodate me, her tight wet puss making my cock feel right at home.
Plunging in and out of her, we both began to moan in unison, Korin began to purr again, and she muttered small words in her own language, wrapping her arms around my neck and staring deep into my eyes. Our bodies were one, and my nether regions became a blur as my cock dove in and out of her tight little cunt faster and harder. Her moans turned to high pitched squeals, every time I pushed in, she pushed back just as hard, and made a little mewing sound with each thrust.

I could feel a tensing in my cock, I was getting close to cumming, and I searched her eyes, I finally managed to get out, “I’m…gonna…cum…real soon!” Her moans subsided and she looked at me, nodding her head with my thrusts, “Fill…me…up, I want to…feel your cum…inside me!” her moaning continued again. A quick image flashed in my mind, she was alien anyway, I could probably cum in her as many times as I liked and get away with it…

This thought reinforced my fucking, and she kept moaning, and crying out, “Fuck!” every third or fourth stroke. Her “Fucks” turned to “Fffuggd!!”s, as her cum built up and struck her like a ton of bricks. She arched her back and wailed, her hot cum washing over my cock and balls as her pussy spasmed and convulsed. Her tail shot out, straight as an arrow. Her yelling was soon drowned out by mine, and I rammed myself into her hot little cunt and exploded inside of her. Korin’s eyes opened wide and she grimaced and moaned, my cock let out a river of white hot cum and drenched her pussy, flooding her cunt so much it began to seep out the sides and slide down her ass crack.

I was leaning back, fucking her with abandon now, ramming my still cumming cock into her tight grasping pussy. She was thrusting her hips back into me as I shot 6 to 7 streams of boiling cum into her willing cunt. I groaned and leaned forward, she looked back at me, drool oozing down the side of her mouth. She was in pure bliss, but my cock was still very hard, I had to have more. I pulled out of Korin, her gripping pussy fighting to keep my cock inside, made a sloppy pop as I pulled out. Her juices and mine mixed as they flowed out of her, I carefully grabbed her ass cheeks and flipped her onto her stomach, letting her legs hang off the edge of the couch, and I had a perfect view of her tight round ass. Her pussy gurgled and oozed slime as I rubbed my cock between her cheeks, smiling as her tail swayed slowly over her back.
Korin was soon pushing back at me, begging, “Put it in me…please…I need more.”
Her pleas went fulfilled, and I shoved my throbbing cock back into her tight, swollen and very fucked pussy. Korin groaned and pushed back, my cock quickly bottoming out and tapping her cervix once more, the excess cum drained out of her pussy between the gaps and oozed down her legs. Her expression was vacant, her mouth hung open as she grunted and groan with each shove, she wrapped her long tail around my waist, trapping me inside.

I pushed in and out of her, squeezing her ass, no longer was she a nervous, lost little alien, but a wanton minx full of fire and lust. She fucked me back, thrusting her ass into me as I penetrated her. I leaned forward and caressed her swaying tits, Korin groaned and moved her hand past mine to rub her swollen cunt. My cock was bottoming out in her tight snatch, her legs were shaking, her arms hanging uselessly at her sides, the only thing holding her up now was her head. I thought her tail might suffocate me as she squeezed harder and harder with it, but the pleasure of again fucking her sweet little pussy was overwhelming, and I soon began to feel my cum build up again.

Korin’s back straightened, her tail constricting me as her juices washed over me again, she came once, twice, three times in a row as I fucked her little pussy to the point of making it sore. Her thrusting combined with mine made this the best fuck I had in my life…and here came the finisher.
Korin’s cum washed over my balls to the point of it dripping off of them as they swayed and slapped her spasming cunt, I groaned and grunted as I fucked into her, she recovered from her previous orgasms quickly, and turned her head back. “Fuck me…fuck my tight little pussy Nathan! Fuck it hard!” Her words were like thunder in my loins as I brutally squeezed her ass, she moaned louder, yelling my name and screaming dirty words.

“Cum in my pussy baby! Cum inside of me, fill me up with your spunk baby!!!” she wailed as she banged her fists on the couch, lost in another orgasm. I rammed into her again and again, and pushed in as deep as I could, penetrating her tight little cervix.
She groaned and screamed as I filled her womb with my spunk, her belly expanding as I flooded her cunt with my cream. Her pussy literally grabbed at my cock, flexing around it and making a gap between the outer lips and my cock each time she convulsed. Her pussy opened wide and almost gnawed on my cock as I continued to flood her insides. Her womb was full to the brim of my sperm, and it began flowing out of her pussy in small globs. Her head twitched and she collapsed on the couch, her fingers and tail twitching, as my cock spurted a few more drops of hot steamy cum into her puss.
After I collapsed on her back, her sweaty body sticking to mine, I slowly inched my hips back and slid out of her now reddened cunt. Her lips again sucked my cock clean and the wet plop of pulling out gave me a wave of satisfaction. Korin’s head rolled to the side and she looked at me, her silver eyes searching mine, “That was incredible…”

I nodded and smiled, kissing her forehead, looking down I noticed how big her belly had gotten, and she almost looked 5 months pregnant! Slowly rubbing her now bulging tummy, I kissed her face, her body still bent over the side of the couch, with her ass and swollen pussy for all to see.
The blue skinned minx crawled up the couch and sat down, and I sat with her, cradling her in my arms as she hopped on top of my lap, purring softly. I rocked her slowly as if she was my child, I stared down at her pubic mound, watching her belly slowly flatten as the cum that I had injected into her flow out of her soppy cunt and down her ass and tail.

We were in love, I knew it, she held me tight and purred contently, wrapping her tail around my arm as I slowly rocked her. The silence of the cabin engulfed us, and we were in pure, unadulterated love.
10 minutes later…her eyes popped open, feeling something pushing against the small of her back, she smiled again.

“Ready for another run, huh?” she grinned
I nodded, “I think I’m ready for more.”

To be continued…

The Bastard Bitch Part Two

I really hate to waste all this space in a preamble to my stories. I thought the one I had at the beginning of the stories I edited so far would have been sufficient, but it seems the self appointed pedo police are hell bent there are minor children in my fictitious fantasy stories.

I have always been fond of small dicks and pussies. The problem is some of you think only young children possess them. My dick has always been little. Yet I am not a child. I know women that have tiny tits, little pussies, and no hair down there. They are not children either. And that’s in the real world. In Fantasy Land, the guys and gals alike can be short, skinny, and hairless without being minors.

As a matter of fact, there is an island in Fantasy Land that puts restrictors on all its males’ penises to keep them little after puberty, much the same as the Japanese do their women’s feet. The girls use a special cream that shrinks the vagina. I mean, what girl wants a big sloppy pussy when all the men have tiny pencil dicks?

I can’t tell you the name of the island for security reasons, but I can tell you it isn’t Fantasy Island. All of its citizens stay young looking and never gain much stature. No one ever dies there. Its due to some chemical in the soil. That’s the reason for the security. Otherwise there’d be a stampede of dumb asses (Pedo Police included) storming the fictitious beach ruining the lives of these wonderful people.

For those of you who have a little common sense, I apologize for being blunt. For those of you that don’t, please get some. I have searched far and wide up and down Fantasy Road for many a year to find the characters I was looking for.

First I found a cute little midget. He is very petite, but unlike David Bennent who was eighteen and looked ten, when he starred as Honeythorn Gump in Legends, my midget is twenty one and could pass for twelve in short shorts. Trust me. Twelve he ain‘t. The mother fucker had a twelve inch dick when I first saw him. It seems a lot of folks in Fantasy Land have twelve inch dicks. Most of them are as fictitious as their dicks.

I couldn’t deal with the cute little bastard having all that dick, so I cut it off for him and sewed a skinny pencil dick in its place. You can find those all up and down the road in Fantasy Land. They are a dime a dozen. Then I slapped the silly bitch around for awhile until he got a bad case of amnesia. At that point I told him he is my twenty one year old little boy. He, not wanting more amnesia treatments, believes he is so.

The little fucker also plays any character I ask him to. Since that time I have acquired several other characters the same way. They all play different characters in my many stories. They all do what I tell them to, but they won’t touch a part portraying a young child. They’ll let me tell about a person’s childhood, but that’s about it.

Melinda, the only one that doesn’t mind me using her real fictitious name, is one of three girl characters I have acquired other than the ones from the island. Melinda is twenty three. She will occasionally play a girl as young as sixteen, but refuses to stoop any lower.

She is smooth, petite and very desirable. The only problem I had with her was her pussy was all hairy and loose. I couldn’t stand that. I did laser hair removal on her and I must say she looks sweet being that smooth and hairless.

I got one of those African head hunter guys to help me with her big old nasty pussy. He used his head shrinking magic to make her pussy small and tight to my delight. I convinced her to have breast reduction surgery. I love a flat chested bitch. Trust me, the doctor didn’t have to remove much.

I like em small and she had always wanted to look a little boyish. She may even play a guy part at some time or the other. Who knows. When she does, it will still be a fictitious part. She looks like a young girl. So much so, I have to lie about her age.

The bitch couldn’t get into a G rated movie without her fictitious parents. She doesn’t like anything real. Not many in Fantasy Land do. I don’t want to give anything away, but Melinda plays the part of Marcy in this story. When Marcy finally shows up. I think you’ll find her performance quite convincing.

I also use some of the folks from the island. I like that because they work cheap and I don’t have to cut off their dicks nor do I have to give them amnesia treatments. This also lets me avoid dealing with the head hunter. That dude’s a little weird for my tastes.


True, I call some of them little boys and little girls. Some of them are quite naïve when it comes to sex, but that is only because their fictitious Fathers were very protective of them as they weren’t growing up. Bottom line, there are no fucking children in my fantasy stories. Fictitious or otherwise. I would like for you folks that have pedophilia stuck in your minds to either get past the dumb shit or quit reading my stories. The rest of you can feel free to enjoy.

This story is book length. There are only eight parts, but most of them are pretty long. There is a lot going on in it. I built the characters up slowly to allow you, the reader to relate to them. The story also is built up slowly to allow the reader to understand how the main character ticks so they can understand and feel the torments in his mind as his situation changes through out the story.

There are twists and turns through out. The story line is very complicated and is not written for the average moron, so if you are a simple minded idiot, do yourself a favor and read something else. Everyone will be able to tell who you are from your comments. If you enjoy a varied plot, read and enjoy.

I tried to keep all the facts straight from one chapter to the other, but it being such a long complicated story, I am sure I managed to make a goof here and there. Please feel free to rub my nose in any you find. I am sure to enjoy them as much as you do.

Remember it is important to read the parts in order. Otherwise the reader does not know what is going on at some points. I have included alien as a theme. You may not think it appropriate in the first couple of chapters, but I promise to deliver. Some of the characters in this story are younger than in my previous stories. Sixteen is the youngest. There is mention of twelve year olds, but only to explain their situation. Everything else is explained in the story.

I did not describe a sex scene with any below age persons for the site. Only what happened to them as a child without going into a story about it. Purely as news items.

If you think the characters are younger, perhaps I could recommend a good therapist to help you get children out of your mind. This story is not for you folks that want a quick nut. It is for the more sophisticated reader who while he still wants plenty of sex, also enjoys some plot.

Some of the sex scenes are described in great detail. Others are strongly implied. I find that is sometimes more erotic than having a blow by blow for every sex scene. For those of you that don’t agree, I included plenty of blow by blows as well. Happy reading.




The Bastard Bitch Part Two


It took another week, before Kenny finally rolled up in California. The biggest surprise was he arrived without getting into any more trouble. That was an amazing feat for Kenny. He figured since he was in California, he might as well get a place on the beach. It wasn't a big city. Actually he was staying in a 3 bedroom bungalow in a little spot that called itself Rodham.

The backyard had an odd shape, which Kenny thoroughly enjoyed. Its special appeal was the patio emptied out onto the beach. The backyard swung out from the patio at an angle for 400 feet and shot straight back to the beach. This arrangement served to give a good sized back yard as well as 500 feet of beach front.

The owner put up several no trespassing signs to keep people off of the private beach. Kenny left them up as it discouraged people from sunning in front of his patio, but he never said anything when people walked by on the beach. The few that had nerve enough to ignore the signs and plop down on his sand didn’t really bother him anyway.

The other appeal was this was a fairly remote area of the Pacific, at least it was for California. Living in the remote area of the beach gave Kenny a place to impress the young ladies he came up on. They were amazed he pretty much had his own beach. That was worth the inconvenience of walking a few miles to the main beach where the action was.

It has been several months since his arrival. Kenny originally took a job at one of the car lots. He was making a pretty good living selling cars as he possessed an impressive gift of gab. Several weeks later Kenny drove to Vegas to try his hand at poker. Kenny had one hell of a poker face. No one could ever tell for sure what he had. Nobody ever beat him at poker.

Kenny also possessed an uncanny ability to read the other players for when they were bluffing. Sure, he would lose a hand here and there, but never lost much more than the antes on the ones he lost and made a bundle on most of the others. It was like taking candy from a baby.

He decided to try his hand at the Golden Nugget Casino. Needless to say, he could no longer use his own name, as he was wanted by the law. A new drivers license, two new credit cards, and several other Id's and he became Kenny Smith. He seemed to like the name.

Kenny settled in at one of the poker tables. The game was Texas Holdem. That was the perfect game to play, because he could bet whatever he had anytime he wanted to. That made it easier to accumulate a lot of money in a short time. The house took a 5% cut from each hand. That was okay by Kenny as the 5% only applied to bets that were called and the house didn't play. There were usually ten to twelve players at the table at any given time.

Kenny held up to his usual style of play and turned the twenty grand he had into a tidy sum. Kenny had 500 grand when he left the casino and that was after they deducted 30% for taxes. After that first night, he would go to the casino every few weeks and build up a couple of million bucks or so. Kenny would live off of that until he got down to about 20 grand and go back to make more.

He could have moved near the casino and become rich, but he preferred wining and dining the chicks at the beach. Oddly enough he only had a couple of fights out in the parking lot of the casino. Even more oddly, he didn't seriously injure any of them, at least not permanently.

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As nice as this area was, it wasn't without its own set of problems. It seems there were some undesirables hanging around the beach kind of between Kenny's bungalow and the more populated areas of the beach. What they were there for was to prey on unsuspecting tourists straying too far from civilization. Kenny found out about it the hard way. He was taking a walk along the beach late one night.

The moon was bright. It's fullness created a beautiful glow amidst the fog settling along the way. Kenny was immensely enjoying the peace and solitude. He was only a half mile or so from the main drag. He could hear the music playing from where he was. Most of the eateries would hire live bands to attract more patrons to their establishments. It wasn't loud, but Kenny could still hear it.

Kenny stopped for a few minutes, taking in the sound of the surf. It was a relaxing feeling. Too relaxing. There was a moment where he thought he heard someone behind him. Unfortunately Kenny hadn't been paying attention for too long. The next thing he remembered was waking up early that morning floating in the surf. The thugs that threw him in there would sure be surprised to see he hadn't drowned. Kenny wasn't sure how he didn't.

It took him a few moments to realize there was no sand under his feet when he tried to stand. He looked around to get some bearings on where the shore was and swam toward it. It turned out to be quite a swim. He wasn’t sure how far out he was, but he could barely make out the shoreline on the horizon in front of him. The actual distance was a little over four miles.

When Kenny's feet hit the sand, he was wrinkled all up from being in the water so long. Other than that and a pretty good sized knot on the back of his head, he was unharmed, of course he weighed a little less. About 10 grand lighter. Kenny gave himself a couple of days to rest up and went back to the same area of the beach at about the same time. This time he was ready for them.

When Kenny heard that familiar noise, he ducked and side stepped at the same time. He could hear the whoosh of the bat as he felt the warm flesh he had in his hands tear as it separated from the guy's neck. Kenny had torn out the guy's wind pipe. The other guy made the mistake of being in too close and Kenny gave him a little taste of his buddies bat. The thrust of the bat busted the dude's head like a watermelon.

Kenny walked back home to get a shovel as the first guy lay gasping for air that would not come. When Kenny returned, He dug a twelve foot deep hole for his new found friends and left them all warm and cozy under the sand. He couldn't take a chance a shallow hole would let the bodies wash up from the sand.

Kenny didn't consider himself to be a bad ass, although by most standards, he certainly was. He simply won't take any shit from anyone. All the bad asses prowling the beach soon found there were plenty of warm cozy spots left in the sand. Kenny planted thirty inside of two months. Eventually word got out on the street anyone working the beach in this area seemed to disappear without a trace. Now, he wouldn't be afraid to send a ten year old out on the beach.

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Kenny was walking along the beach. It was only about 10 AM. He was on the main drag near the Esquire Hotel. It was a place where a lot of wealthy people tended to congregate. The reason for that was no one without a good supply of money could afford the ten thousand a week or three thousand a night it cost to stay there.

If you couldn’t produce a room key when security decided to check you on the beach, you were swiftly run off to another part of the beach or arrested if you became a repeat offender. The Esquire was very adamant about protecting it’s private beach for it’s patrons' privacy. Kenny never realized the reason they never accosted him when he was on the beach was, at least for the first few months, because the guards were afraid of him.

Sometimes Kenny would rent a room there, just to impress some of the babes along the beach. Of course, he didn't need to impress any of them to get what he wanted. It was just a lot of fun sometimes doing it. Later, management made sure security left Kenny alone, as he was considered a frequent and valuable customer.

His eye caught the figure of a very cute brunette. She looked to be about 20, but could be younger. Kenny hoped she was at least 18. It would be a real fucking shame to have to pass this thing up because it was too young.

Kenny was always careful about that. He already discovered many of the young girls liked to put on makeup and fix their hair to look older to attract the men in their early twenties and late teens. Kenny also noticed the under age girls were mainly interested in the young men.

Yet they were not always averse to spending time with a guy say thirty or even forty if they looked good. Not that they weren’t interested in the boys their own age, but simply put, the really young boys didn’t have any place to take a girl to do it anyway.

If they did, most of them didn’t know what to do. Well, not like some of the young girls had discovered the older guys knew how to do it. Some of the girls that had flirted with Kenny on the beach were as young as 12.

Kenny noted a fellow usually couldn't tell by just looking. You had to talk with them for a spell. Their conversation always gave away their youth. They might look twenty, but they all eventually talked twelve. Sometimes, it was obvious the girl was twelve. Other times it was a little harder to tell.

If the girl actually asked you to fuck her, it meant she was either a cheap trollop that loved to fuck or she was underage and that was the only way she had learned to pick a guy up at that point. Cynthia looked twelve, maybe even eleven. Kenny hated what he did with her, but even now, he knows under the circumstances it was the right thing to do.

And damn her pussy tasted good. He wouldn’t have any problem doing it with Cynthia all the time. That was why he didn’t go back to see her. If he had, he would have fucked her for sure. Kenny didn’t want to do that to her. Cynthia meant far too much to him. Kenny loved Cynthia. Not like a girlfriend. More like an adorable little sister.

Kenny approached the young girl. He stood near her admiring her form, without getting so close she would take notice. "Nice day for a walk on the beach. Is it not?" The girl looked up to see who could be interrupting her bask in the sunshine. She seemed pleased to see someone so handsome standing near the pleasing voice she had just heard and thoroughly hoped the source was the same.

“Yes. Nice day indeed. My name is Shelia." Shelia raised to a sitting position on her beach blanket extending a hand. Kenny took it firmly into his own hand giving it a firm shake without giving the impression he could break it if he wanted to. Kenny learned long ago most women found the limp handshake many men used as a form of politeness to be an insult. It was like the guy considered them weak and inferior. Not equal enough to shake their hand.

"My name is Kenny. I was lying on my deck a few minutes ago catching a few rays. I dreamed there was a beautiful young lady sitting here in this spot, with whom I would most certainly enjoy a walk along such a quiet stretch of beach. I had to see for myself if it were true."

Shelia laughed as with all the lines she had heard, she hadn't heard that one. "I suppose you were somewhat disappointed." She reoffered her hand. Kenny gently accepted her hand and helped her to her feet. "Oh contraire. I am quite elated and would consider it an honor to escort you on a tour of the area, starting with a leisurely stroll along the beach."

Shelia smiled. "Well, Kenny. I don't know for sure about the tour, but I will take you up on the stroll." Kenny offered his arm and Shelia took it as they walked along the water. "I must apologize if I seemed too forward in offering a tour of the area. It's just I assumed you were from out of town.”

“With my being somewhat familiar with the area, as I have been the local beach bum for the last six months, it is my awkward way of asking you to dinner tonight. You don't have to answer right away, but I am hoping you will give my invitation a good recommendation." Shelia was thoroughly enjoying her walk with Kenny. They were kicking at the sand as the waves washed up around their feet.

Shelia felt quite at ease around Kenny as he was so gentle. Shelia thought to herself, "I love the way this guy talks. His southern drawl is fascinating. He says things in a way I've never heard before. I hope he asks me about dinner again. I definitely am going to accept. In the mean time, I am going to enjoy his company. I wish I could cuddle up close to him in those strong looking arms of his.”

“Whoa, girl. Don't take it too fast. You don't want him to think you are some cheap trollop just waiting for a roll in the hay." Shelia leaned her head forward pressing her face playfully against Kenny's chest as she looked up at him. "You are so chivalrous. Surely you must be a white knight. Sir Knight? From what castle do you hail?" Kenny took par advantage of her playfulness. Hugging her close.

"Ah. Fair Maiden. I am but a two mile ride north up yon beach. A nice bungalow it be, but a castle it ain't." Shelia had a good laugh at that. "Come on. Where are you staying for real. That area you just told me about rents for ten times as much as the Esquire. Nobody makes that kind of money and keeps a tan like that.”

“All of those people living up there look like a small white whale lying on the beach and are so snooty. They think all they have to do is walk up and say hi and I'm supposed to fall all over myself doing whatever it is they want me to. I want to throw up thinking about having to talk to one of them."

Kenny interrupted her. "I am sorry. I had no idea you were staying at the Esquire. I hope you don't think I am after your money. I assure you I am not. I only wish for some pleasant company. As a matter of fact, I would be quite flattered if you would pretend you are a poor lass and let me treat you to some genuine southern hospitality. Come let me show you yon castle."

The thought entered Shelia’s mind, “If he really has been frequenting the beach the last six months, he knows I am staying at the Esquire. Anyone who has even walked in this area knows Esquire security will check your status at the hotel until they are familiar with you staying here. Every one knows you don’t hang around this area of the beach unless you are staying in the hotel.“

Then Shelia shrugged her shoulders as she realized it wasn’t necessarily so as Kenny wasn’t a guest at the Esquire and security had already walked by him on the beach and he was still here. She decided to try to enjoy the moment and just see what happens. Shelia cuddled close to Kenny's side, letting their hips bump together as they gleefully proceeded north along the beach.

When Kenny stepped onto the patio, Shelia giggled. "You'd better stop this charade. The owners aren't going to like us being here. My Daddy left me a shit load of money when I was a little girl. I came out here last year and looked at this very bungalow. They wanted 900 grand a month for the place. A little out of even my price range, well not really out of my range, just more than I like to pay for a place to stay. I hate excessive extravagance.”

“People with that kind of money can cause you a lot of trouble. They usually own the police." Kenny gently tugged on her arm taking her into the bungalow. Kenny laughed to himself as he led Shelia to the bedroom. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah, I own the police all right. If she had any idea, she surely wouldn't be here now." To Shelia he said, "The police hate me. You can't own something that hates you."

The mere fact Shelia had accompanied Kenny straight into the bedroom without any fanfare told him she was his already. He wrapped his arms around her unresisting torso. She felt warm, soft, and cuddly in his arms. His lips dipped down to meet hers. They embraced as their lips melded together. Shelia’s moist tongue slipped into Kenny’s mouth. Kenny drew it quickly between his lips sucking gently on her offering.

Kenny’s hands slid slowly down her back caressing the sweet rounded cheeks of her ass. His hands came back up nudging gently at the straps on her swimsuit bra. The strings parted letting the bra drop from her breasts in the front settling between their excited bodies. Kenny could feel her heart beat pick up as his fingers kneaded her perky tits. Her nipples sat straight out from those lemon sized firm mounds on her chest.

“Well, what do you think. They aren’t too small for you are they. I’ve always felt like they were tiny. I’m actually ashamed of them. I plan to have them enlarged when I turn thirty. If I do it now, they might grow and end up too big.” Kenny wasn’t used to a girl talking about how little her tits were while he was seducing her. He decided it was refreshing being with a girl that was honest about her feelings. Besides, breasts are one of his favorite subjects.

He pushed her back slightly while still holding her firmly in his strong hands. His head leaned forward taking her left breast into his mouth. Kenny closed his lips around her sweet teat. To himself, he thought, “Oh, if only heaven is like this.” Kenny nudged at her breast near the nipple and sucked it back in again. All the while he was mauling her right breast in his hand while holding her back firmly in place so she couldn’t back off.

Shelia was cooing already. Kenny pulled back from the package of joy he was running his tongue all over. “I think they are beautiful. I never did like those big sloppy things some girls call breasts. I love ‘em this size. Don’t you dare have anything done to these. I mean, if I can’t get it in my mouth, what good is it?”

Kenny’s dick came alive. It was pressing against her pubic area on the outside of her panties. Kenny slid his thumbs into the waist band sliding them slowly to her knees. Shelia stepped gingerly out of them cuddling closer to his hard on.

A hand closed around his shaft squeezing it roughly against the front of his swim trunks. “This thing right here is the perfect size too.” Shelia slithered to her knees taking Kenny’s suit with her. When his throbbing peter popped into view, Shelia gasped.

“My God. It's beautiful. I could stay here like this all day enjoying a sight like this.” Shelia sat there on her knees for several minutes staring at Kenny’s probe. Suddenly Shelia grinned. “I definitely agree with you on your last point when you said if I can’t get it in my mouth, what good is it?” Shelia tilted her head forward. Kenny watched in bliss as his penis disappeared into that wonderful mouth.

Kenny reached down taking Shelia into his hands laying her gently on the bed without pulling loose from her mouth. He crawled into the bed with her slowly separating her legs with his head. As his mouth settled in her delectable snatch, Kenny muttered, “Yep. If I can’t get it in my mouth what good is it?”

Each time he slurped on her hot box, Shelia bucked her hips as though a charge of electricity was jolting through her pelvic region. The thought rambled through Kenny’s mind. “Oh. Yeah. That’s some tasty pussy. I could eat her all day. And my God. She is one good looking little bitch.” When Kenny’s tongue slid deeply into her hole, her legs came up wrapping themselves around the back of his head.

“Holy shit. Where did you learn to eat a pussy like that? I am ready to explode and you’ve only been down there a few minutes. Kenny slipped his lips up to her clit taking it firmly into his mouth. He sucked hard on her delight. Shelia screamed in ecstasy. Her hips started gyrating as she tried to shove Kenny’s head deep into her vagina. “Ah oh fuck. God damn. You’re tearing me slam up. I’ve never come this hard before. Oh shit. Don’t ever stop.”

Shelia’s head slammed back into Kenny’s pubic area. Kenny thought she was going to swallow him whole. She had been licking her tongue through the tip of his peter as she sucked expertly. She knew just when to twirl her tongue and when to stab it in his pee hole. Kenny couldn’t take it any longer. Shelia felt his hot stream of semen shoot into her moist mouth. Shelia calmed down and Kenny rolled away from her coming up to face her.

The two of them lay quietly cuddling close for several minutes. Shelia exclaimed, “That was awesome. I am sure glad I took you up on that stroll.” Kenny kissed Shelia warmly and moved his lips slowly to her neck. He gently sucked at her smooth skin being careful not to leave a hickey. Shelia was cooing as he worked himself to her luscious teats. Kenny loved the way her breasts conformed to the contours of his mouth.

He toyed with the idea, but only to himself. “If I were the marrying type, I’d snatch this girl up for sure. God, she can suck a dick.” Kenny sucked and licked her firm little mounds for thirty minutes before heading south again. A twenty minute pit stop in her exquisite belly button was just the ticket. Kenny loves a belly button that sinks in like hers.

Kenny nudged at her tasty little pussy for a few minutes, but only enough to get her good and wet. When Shelia’s juice was running down the crack of her ass, Kenny placed his penis at the gate of her portal. He moved it around her pussy lips gently teasing her. “Damn you. What are you waiting for? Stick it in me already. You‘re driving me fucking nuts.”

Kenny grinned. “I want you to explode when I fuck your brains out on the bed.” Shelia wrapped her legs around Kenny’s back, pulling him tightly against her, as he sank his drill into her eagerly awaiting pussy. He slowly pulled back and gently rolled back in, being careful not to pull all the way out. Shelia was so excited she was gasping for breath. She was bucking her hips back and forth with each thrust of Kenny’s piston.

Kenny slowly picked up the pace until he was literally throwing his meat into her as quickly as he was pulling it out. Shelia was grunting in excitement. Shelia’s body tensed. Kenny could feel her pussy clamp on his dick as she exploded. Her pussy was so wet, it was almost as if she was peeing up the bed. Shelia was clawing at his back and screaming for all she was worth. Kenny knew she was having a hell of an orgasm. He let himself go at the same time.”

“Kenny. I can feel your excitement squirting all into my pussy. It feels so good. I love it. Fill me up baby.” Finally, Shelia relaxed. Kenny pulled himself out of her laying next to her cuddling her close as he sweetly kissed her on the lips. That was one secret Kenny learned a long time ago. If you want to get plenty of pussy, you’ve got to hold the gal close for a while. All women love to be held. It makes them feel sexy and wanted. It also makes them get fired up for round two.

Three hours later, Shelia and Kenny were making their way back to the Esquire. Shelia was in bliss. Gentle thoughts wafted through her head. "Oh. God. What a dick. The dude is a fucking machine. I have never in my entire life ever had my pussy sucked on like that before.”

“Not even my Dad did me that good. It felt like his lips were a part of me. I hope he wants me again. He is so cool. I can’t believe it. A guy with enough money to live at this end of the beach and acts like he is a beach bum.”

“Too bad I'm not the marrying type. He'd be quite a catch for a girl that wanted to settle down." Kenny stopped short of Shelia's blanket. "Dinner at 8?" Shelia felt like playing again. "Are you going to let me treat?"

Kenny shook his head signifying he meant no. "Well, if that's the way you are going to be about it, how could a girl refuse? Room 1310. See you tonight you good looking hunk." Kenny walked away, leaving Shelia reminiscing in bliss about the events of the day and how sweet it might end up being after dinner.

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Kenny walked toward one of the less ritzy areas of the beach. He thought it would be pleasing to talk with some of the more down to earth girls he would most likely find there. Shelia's company had been nice enough and she was admittedly a lot of fun, but she had a lot of money. That in itself wasn't a problem. The trouble was she knew she had a lot of money and in some ways was just as snooty as the whales she had referred to on the beach. He liked her all the same.

Kenny decided to check out the outside pool at the Seasurf Motel. It was a pleasant little place along the boardwalk. When Kenny arrived at the pool, he was thoroughly enjoying the view. There were quite some number of gorgeous babes around the pool as well as the normal troupe of teeny boppers. It seemed there was no place to go where they wouldn't be found.

Not that that really bothered Kenny. He didn't consider it to be a crime being young and found most of their erratic behavior to be quite refreshing. Many of the young girls were also pleasing to look at. Kenny found they could arouse a boner with their good looks, although they were still a ways from being ready to pick from the vine. Kenny found enjoying their beauty was akin to watching a preview of what will be coming soon.

Most of the young boys were about as polite as they were cute, though a few could be quite obnoxious when they were trying to prove they were a man. The really young ones that got cocky were all but ignored by Kenny and generally backed away when they saw Kenny’s muscles flex taut like he might be ready to take their heads off.

The ones that had some size to them and were trying to impress their little girl friends would throw in the towel as soon as Kenny showed them a demonstration in hand speed by shoving his hand into the front of their swim trunks and mashing their balls between his fingers so they dropped to their knees gasping for air right in front of their girl friends.

The part that really seemed to fuck with the boys’ minds is they never saw Kenny move his hand. The little bastards need to learn manners since they don’t seem to have any. Kenny knows it’s a little crude, but he simply won’t hit a minor and the method is quite effective.

Kenny had been devouring this pretty redhead, with his eyes. She had a spectacular figure. He would take in an occasional look at some of the "unripe" meat as many of them could pass for age of consent if it weren't for their innocently youthful faces. Many of the ones that were obviously underage, like about ten, were quite beautiful.

Not like the I want to fuck you pretty, just nice to admire. Kenny had seen many paintings he admired, but he didn’t want to fuck any of them either. You get the drift. Kenny figured it never hurt to look as long as he remembered never to act. It usually flattered the young girl as well, to know the guys like to look at them.

Kenny was just about to make his approach to the redhead when out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that was very out of place. He turned his head slightly and focused on a young boy. The boy was very cute. As a matter of fact he was quite beautiful. Kenny found him very pleasing to look at. That wasn't what had caught Kenny as being strange, as many young boys are quite effeminate. The boy was standing about three feet from the edge of the pool.

He obviously was infatuated with something. He was just standing there staring at it. Problem was there was no it. There was nothing in the line of sight the boy would be that focused on. The boy was wearing a pair of bikini swim trunks. That was pretty much the norm for young boys on the beach around here. Kenny couldn’t help the thought, “Damn, with legs like that, he’d make a great looking little girl.“

This boy definitely looked sweet and very cute. The boy had absolutely no hair around his penis that Kenny could see. The reason Kenny thought something was very odd was for the same reason he knew the boy didn't have any dick hair. The boy was standing no more than three feet from the edge of the pool.

He had his swim trunks down around his ankles with his face scrunched up in ecstasy, while he vigorously beat his meat right there on the concrete patio. The boy was staring wantonly at something. Whatever it was, it had to be pretty close to the boy as he was staring right there as if it was right in front of him.

Kenny knew there were a lot of girls here at the pool, he could easily have used as a visual aid to beating off when he was a boy, but there was simply no one there where he was looking. The boy was definitely using whatever it was to beat off to and the boy could clearly see it.

Whatever it was, it was flat fucking that little boy’s nerves slam up. Kenny looked all around in the direction the boy was staring. There was no one, nor was there anything there the boy could possibly be that awestruck with.

Not only was he doing this, but he soon started ejaculating. The really strange part was the boy shot off heavily for over eight minutes. Kenny timed it on his watch. Nobody to Kenny's knowledge has ever shot off for that long. The really wild part was when the boy finished jacking off, he pulled his trunks back up and immediately started playing ball with a young girl standing right next to him that appeared for all the world to be his sister.

In all Kenny's wild life, he had never seen anything quite like this. It was like Kenny was the only one to see the boy beat off right there in front of his sister. If the sister had seen it, she gave no acknowledgement of it. Hell, the boy even used the frilly part of the girl’s swim suit to wipe the end of his peter and she didn’t even notice that. Kenny stood there in awe for several minutes. Then he shook it off. He couldn't have seen what he just saw.

It had been a figment of his imagination. Maybe he had dozed off for a second or two and dreamed it. Kenny knew he hadn't dreamed it as there was still close to a pint of the boy's ejaculate on the ground where he had been standing.

A young boy squirting out a pint of semen? Naaah. No fucking way he saw that. Kenny shook it off again and went over to the redhead with the intent to drum something up for tomorrow, as tonight was already taken care of.

The incursion with the redhead had gone along pretty well except she was leaving early the next morning for home. Kenny knew there would be no booty from the redhead. She wanted to fuck, for sure. Trouble was she wanted to fuck in the really near future. Like in about an hour. Kenny didn’t have time to fuck her now and she wouldn’t be here tomorrow.

Sure, he could take her to his place and knock it off real quick before he had to get ready for his date with Shelia, but that isn’t the way Kenny does it. He likes to take his time. Slowly seduce the girl. Drive her absolutely bananas before making her come. That required at least two hours and Kenny only had one. He decided to show her a good time anyway. Kenny convinced her to accompany him to the bungalow for a snack.

They had a good time in one another's company, but Kenny hadn't enough time to get her in the bed and walked her back to the pool where he said his farewell. Kenny shrugged as he thought, "Oh, well. You can't fuck' em all." It was a shame, after all, she kissed really great.

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Kenny went back to the bungalow to grab a shower and get dressed to take Shelia out to dinner. He planned to take her to a really fancy place just off the beach. The name of the place was D'Angelos. It required a tux for the gents and a formal gown for the damsels. Kenny was standing in the hallway of the Esquire at five to eight. He waited patiently until eight o'clock. It would be almost as rude to be early as it would to be late.

Kenny rang the bell. He could hear some rushing around inside. Finally Shelia answered the door. She was dressed in white tennis shoes with a short skirt like the girls wear on the tennis court and a pair of skimpy purple lace bikini underpants that she proudly displayed by raising her hands up in the pockets of her skirt, announcing, "How do you like my new swimsuit?"

She was wearing a matching halter top displaying the hint of a flimsy lace bra of the same purple that was also supposed to be a part of her new suit. "I don't think D'Angelos is going to seat you in that." Shelia looked at him with her best puppy dog eyes. Shuffling her feet innocently. "I had hoped we could grab a burger and fries. Then we could walk along the beach for an hour or so while you think up some interesting ways of fucking my brains out when we get to your place."

Kenny wasn't upset at this new proposal, but he had to know what was going on. "Why the sudden change of mind. I thought you liked eating in fancy places?" Shelia snuggled up close to Kenny. She looked longingly up into his eyes. "I have to leave tomorrow. My plane leaves at 9 AM. I have decided I have to have you as much as I can before then, if of course you don't mind me having you.”

“We could get cleaned up say maybe 7 o'clock AM and you could walk me back to the Esquire where my trusty butler, Robert will have the car packed and ready to escort me to the airport. I can catch some zzzs on the plane." Kenny looked surprised. "I didn't figure you to be the type to have a butler." They started walking toward the elevator.

"Actually he was my father's butler. Robert was twenty six when my Daddy hired him just after I was born. I thought he was hired as a baby sitter to keep an eye on me and to keep me entertained when Daddy was out of town. Robert even changed my diapers when I was a baby. We became really close friends.”

The elevator door opened and another couple entered. The couple stared at them as if they had leprosy. Kenny quickly realized Shelia and himself were probably quite a sight. He donning a fancy double breasted dark green tuxedo and her in damn near nothing. Her skirt barely hit the bottom of her crotch. Even when standing. He at 40 and she barely 20. Yes, quite the odd couple, but the prospect of fucking this living doll all night was intriguing none the less.

Shelia held Kenny's hand until the elevator reached the lobby floor. They stepped out onto the beach. As Kenny and Shelia got out onto the beach and were alone, Shelia looked up at him saying, "It might seem kind of weird telling you this. It sure as hell feels weird.”

“You have this way about you. I feel like I can trust you with my deepest darkest secrets. Would you be upset if I shared something very personal with you. It's something I have never told anyone else in my life." Kenny nodded his head, "What could you possibly tell me that I would be angry about. Fire away."

Shelia let go of Kenny's hand placing her hands on her hips in a defiant stance. "I'm serious. This is very hard for me to say. I have to finish telling about Robert before I tell you the bad part. As I said, Robert was hired to protect me. My Daddy paid him a million dollars a year. With raises over the years, its five million now. That seems like a lot of money to pay a butler, but Robert was also hired as my body guard.”

“With Daddy‘s money from his export business, that‘s pretty much chump change anyway. Although I have more money now than Daddy did before he died, I am a little more frugal than my dear Daddy was. Don‘t get me wrong. All the extra money had nothing to do with me. It was due to more time. Daddy set the business up very well. Daddy had good reason to hire Robert to protect me.”

“There was always someone trying to abduct me to get a shit load of money from my Father. There is still an occasional attempt at abduction to try to get money from the estate. The last time was just last week. Some guy actually scaled the outside of our building. Entered my bedroom, walked over to my bed and yanked the covers off of me. I lay there in the buff, while this crazy guy started to tie me up.”

“He would never have made it to my bedroom, except for the fact Robert hadn’t anticipated an abductor entering through the window on the sixty fifth floor. I was scared shitless as this guy’s head came rolling into the bed next to me. There was a shit load of blood. I got sick right away.”

“It was all so quick, I had no idea how his head came off and Robert wouldn’t talk about it. Robert threw a sheet over me, scooped me into his arms and quickly whisked me out of the room before I could see anymore details.”

“Daddy wanted only the best. No one else would do. Robert received the Congressional Medal of Honor three times in a two year tour of duty in Vietnam.” Kenny interrupted her at this point. “Hey Shelia. That guy’s a little young to have spent a two year tour in Vietnam isn’t he?”

Shelia looked at Kenny and smiled. “Yes he is. He did his tour after the war. Special missions and such. He never would tell me what he did to receive the medals. It was all kept so hush, hush I began to think it was just stories my Dad made up to impress me with Robert. I looked it up on the internet. Sure enough, all three of them were registered to Robert.”

“I checked the box to get the scoop on what he did. All I got was this big red flashing message across my computer screen saying, TOP SECRET - SPECIAL CLEARANCE ONLY. I called one of Robert’s buddies who served with him to see if he would tell me.”

“He replied, “I am not at liberty to say, but trust me, you don’t really want to know. Somehow, I believe Robert is protecting my feelings by not telling. He never talks about it. Only when I bring it up and then only to say he can‘t say.”

“After Nam, Robert was a member of a covert assassin team with the CIA before becoming a personal bodyguard to the President. Robert thwarted five attempts on the President’s life. One of which caused him to be hospitalized for a month. He received three bullet wounds to the chest from an assassin’s rifle.”

“Robert stood between the President and the rifle shots shooting at the assassin as the bullets crashed into his chest. Robert fired seven shots before one struck and killed the assassin. Robert successfully killed the guy while standing 500 yards from the shooter’s building, with a 9mm semi automatic pistol.”

“My Daddy told me that was some awesome shooting with a pistol. Especially when shooting at a target that was shooting back at you from a small window 50 floors up in a high rise.”

“That fact made the actual distance a little over 900 yards. Particularly when it is done after you should already be dead yourself. Obviously the shooter had been a professional as well. Daddy says that was awesome shooting with a rifle to put three bullets in a man’s chest from that distance.”

“Robert stuffed the president into the presidential limousine and then collapsed on the street as the president was whisked to safety. The doctor who treated Robert said had it been another couple of minutes before Robert arrived at the hospital, he would have bled to death. I saw the report myself.”

“My Daddy showed me a lot of stuff about Robert to get me to trust him. The report stated when Robert was in the operating room, he came out of the anesthesia. Looked the Doctor straight in the eye and asked, “Is the President safe?”

Supposedly the president nominated Robert for an unprecedented fourth CMA. Robert was still qualified to receive it as he has permanent status as a five star general incognito. Meaning he receives the pay of a five star general and remains a permanent member of the Armed Forces, but can’t tell anybody.”

“Most everything about Robert is classified. Robert met with the President requesting he stop the processing of the medal as he was only doing his job. The president reluctantly gave in, but only if Robert accepted a trust fund in the amount of a hundred million dollars. It was paid from the President‘s personal account.”

“The report stated Robert as saying he had no use for the money personally, but it might come in handy as a college fund if he ever had any children. Believe it or not, even with my net worth of over five hundred billion dollars, Robert insisted on using part of the trust to put me through college.”

“He also successfully recovered the President’s ten year old daughter after she was abducted from school. I never knew it when I was a child, but Robert personally thwarted fifteen attempts to abduct me. The job required Robert give up his personal life and be with me at all times. He even had a bed in my room.”

“I never understood why a guy like that would give up his future for a little girl like me. I am glad he did, but it just never made any sense to me. All that money and he spent his time in a dead end job taking care of me. He makes more money in dividends from the trust than he ever will from his salary. I still don‘t get it.”

“Daddy trusted Robert implicitly. It wasn't all that difficult for Robert. Robert is in love with me. I love him too, but not quite the way he loves me. He loves me like a daughter and enjoys my company so much he never thinks of separating from me.”

“Robert would die for me without a second thought to his own well being. I love him like a wife should love her husband. Robert is my whole world. As far as I am concerned, everything revolves around Robert. Unfortunately, Robert sees it the other way around.”

“To tell the truth, I have always loved him. I have had a crush on Robert ever since I was five. When I was a young girl and Robert prepared my bath, I would get naked in front of him to get in the tub. It wasn’t hard to get that started as Robert was always the one to bathe me when I was too young to do it myself. When he was in my room with me, I would change clothes and sometimes sit on my bed either in my underpants or in the nude as if Robert wasn’t even there.”

“At first Robert tried to excuse himself until I was decent, but he finally realized two things that changed it all. First I wasn’t going to be decent anytime soon. The simple fact was it was my room and Robert knew it wouldn’t be fair to forbid me to be comfortable in my own bedroom. Second it was a lot easier to protect me if he wasn’t outside my room. Robert thought it was cute. He had no sexual interest in me.”

“At first I did it as an innocent child and really didn't know any better. Later as I got older. Well, not so real older as I was only about eight. I would jiggle my hips when ever I disrobed in front of Robert. I was trying to get him excited so he would get interested in my body. I wanted to see if I could convince him to have sex with me.”

“He would just laugh at me as he still thought it was cute and though he always gave me lots of attention, I still didn't interest him any at all from what I could see in the sex department. It used to make me mad as hell. I was trying my damnedest to be sexy and cute, and Robert actually laughed about it. Mad though I was, I still worshiped the ground he walked on.”

“I was so disappointed and hurt. It made me feel ugly and undesirable, but I didn't know how to tell Robert short of coming right out and saying it. I couldn't just ask him to fuck me. I knew that would sound crude even at the age of eight. Robert and I slowly fell in love with each other over the years. At first it was a father daughter type of relationship, well on Robert‘s part anyway. I pretty much stayed in heat around Robert. As I said, Robert would die to protect me.”

“Later, after Robert accidentally walked in on me in the den while Daddy was doing his thing with me, it gradually changed. When Robert found out Daddy was making love to me, Robert’s first impulse was to kill him, but I intervened saying Daddy never raped me. I told Robert I liked having my Daddy do it to me. That it made me feel wanted and if he killed my Daddy, I would hate him forever.”

“It had been a mutual thing innocently starting when I was six. Sadly that was only a half truth. The whole truth, and you've got to swear you won't ever tell anybody. Especially Robert." Kenny held one of Shelia's hands gently in his own. "I promise your secret is safe with me." Shelia held her head low as she continued.

“My Momma died when I was born. I never saw her other than in some old pictures my Daddy kept in his top dresser drawer. She was naked in most of those. I don't remember when my Daddy started having sex with me, but he told me one time when I asked him how we got started.”

“I was going to turn sixteen the next day. It was a little weird. Daddy celebrated my birthday a day early. Daddy died right before we lit the candles on my cake. Only minutes after he told me how we first started having sex together. That was nearly four years ago. My Dad told me I was crying a lot one night. He had misplaced my pacifier. Daddy always slept in the nude. He picked me up placing me in the bed next to him. I got quiet almost immediately.”

“We had both gone to sleep. Daddy said he woke up later and found I had rolled over taking his penis into my mouth using it as a pacifier. From then on when ever I cried for my pacifier, Daddy would take me to his room and let me suck it for him.”

“By the time I was three, my Daddy was eating me too. We would lay in the bed for hours at a time slurping on each others things. By the time I was five, we were doing it all. Daddy actually did anal sex with me about a week before we had intercourse.”

“Don't get me wrong, I am not angry with my Dad for molesting me. I loved every minute of it. If he were still alive, we would still be doing it. It's just I had to finally tell somebody. I had sex with my Dad several times a day nearly every day until the day he died.”

“Later after Robert caught us, I finally convinced him it wouldn't hurt anything for us to French kiss, as long as Daddy didn't find out. I was ten then. Eventually I pleaded with Robert to bring me off with his tongue. Robert and my first time going all the way was when I turned eleven. It was bliss. I believe that was when the final bond between Robert and I fell into place.”

“Now we do it all. Robert never approaches me for sex. I have to initiate it if I want some. Otherwise there isn’t any. Of course Robert never turns me away when I want him. I sleep with Robert nearly every night, except when I have visitors. Like if I invite some of my friends over for a slumber party. When ever I did this, Robert would sleep in a chair in front of my bedroom door.”

“He didn’t want my girl friends to be embarrassed or uncomfortable with him in the room while they were dressed skimpily or not at all. You probably know how slumber parties are. Guy’s are just out of place at them. To this day, Robert gets in his own bed every night. I have to either ask him to come to mine, or I have to get in the bed with him. Otherwise I end up sleeping alone.”

“Robert insists I have a normal life as a young girl and I be the lady of the house and he the butler, with the exception the two of us make wild and passionate love when I return. That is why I will never be the marrying type. I am head over heels in love with Robert, but he won't marry me because he considers me to be his daughter.”

“I know it is a fucked up situation, but I could never live without Robert and since he won't marry his daughter, I have no choice but to leave things as they are. I keep trying to convince him to marry me. I tell him all the time that I am not actually his daughter, so there is nothing stopping him from marrying me. He still won‘t budge on his stance.”

“Robert insists I date when ever I find someone that interests me. He wanted my life to be as normal as possible. I only date because it actually makes Robert happy when I do. I only date guys I like. I will date two to three times a week. Some of the guys are really nice, but they don’t hold a candle to my Robert.”

“Daddy insisted I attend a public school. Robert stood outside my classroom door for as long as I was in it. He didn’t worry about the blinds being open, as any threat to me was a threat of kidnapping. No one wanted to kill me. There just was no reason to shoot a little girl, even if her father was filthy rich.”

“Besides, I was useless to an outsider if I was dead. Whenever I date, Robert keeps an eye on me from a safe distance. Ready to swoop in in an instant should I give the signal I need help. Of course Robert knows I have sex with some of the men I meet. I don't do it with them all, just those special ones like yourself. In actual fact, I do it with damn few. Robert doesn't get jealous. After all, it was his idea I see guys in the first place. Robert will do anything to make me happy.”

“I treat him like an equal, so we often decide where to go together, except when I go out by myself. I know it sounds crazy, but Robert still functions as my butler. We have to be discrete around the villa as we have to put on the show of the rich girl and her faithful butler in front of the staff. No one thinks anything about Robert sleeping in my room as he has always done so for my protection and they all assume that is why he still does.“

“I have tried to get him to be my Daddy or my lover instead, but he won't hear of it. He says my Dad set up a trust fund to pay his salary to serve and protect me and as a matter of honor, that is just what he is going to do. Then he would kiss me saying the fringe benefits weren't so bad either. If I should die before Robert, I have left a will leaving the entirety of my wealth to Robert. Of course I never told him I did."

"Oh, is Robert the dude that has been discretely following us? I saw him several times yesterday, but wasn’t sure he was following us as we were walking along the beach. The guy with the blue swim trunks and yellow hair? I am glad you told me about him. I thought he was a little old to be following a young girl like you around the beach and I was getting ready to take him out if he was still following us when we got back to your Hotel. Actually, he's about my age isn't he?"

Shelia fessed up. "Yes that is Robert. He always follows pretty close. Don't worry. He won't interfere unless I give the distress signal. How the hell did you spot him? No one has ever noticed Robert tailing me. I‘ve never been able to spot him myself and I know he‘s there."

Kenny laughed. "It wasn't so much spotting him as his disappearing at all the wrong times and showing up again in an area he really wouldn't be in if he knew where he was. I also noticed the way he looked at you. It was like he was stalking you. Now that I know how you feel about one another, that makes sense too."

Shelia seemed relieved. "I am glad you aren't going to tangle with Robert. He is very tough. A tenth degree black belt, a grand master in jujitsu, and carries a 44 magnum in a shoulder holster, when he isn’t dressed in beach attire. As for him being your age, Robert has probably close to fifteen years on you. He's forty four last May. You don't look like you are quite thirty. How old are you?"

Kenny grinned. He wanted to say twenty eight, but that would be lying. He also did some quick calculating. If Shelia was telling the truth about Robert’s age when her Father hired him, which likely she was, then Shelia is either eighteen or seventeen about to turn eighteen.

"I turned forty a few weeks ago. Four years younger than Robert." Kenny thought it was time to do a little buttering up to help Shelia get into the mood before they arrived at the bungalow. He wanted to invite Robert in for drinks, but since he had every intention of fucking Shelia's brains out, he felt that would be a little crass.

"Robert seems like a very tough individual. Lucky for me, you saved me the trouble of butting heads with him. I am quite impressed with him." It was only a little buttering. Kenny actually was impressed. Not many receive the Congressional Medal of Honor, let alone four times. Yeah, he only has three, but he did earn the fourth whether he took it or not. And the rest of it, well that’s quite a guy.

Kenny pulled Shelia over close to him and gave her a sweet kiss. When Kenny and Shelia started trouncing up the patio steps, Kenny could see Robert slip quickly into the bushes so he wouldn't be seen. Kenny actually was impressed with Robert. Not too many other guy's would have spotted Robert tailing them. The guy was really pretty slick. Kenny also knew Robert knew Kenny spotted him. Kenny even waved to him at times. Shelia and Kenny went inside.


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Kenny took Shelia to the pickup ramp of the Esquire Hotel at 0830 sharp. Robert was there to meet her as predicted. The chauffer got out to open the door for Robert. Robert was an impressive sight up close. Actually bordering on medium at 6ft. 7in. in height and maybe 290 or 300lbs. He didn't have more than a few ounces of fat any where on him that Kenny could see. The dude was pretty much a stack of muscle.

Shelia ran to Robert hugging him around the neck as he joyously swung her around like a little doll. She quickly turned around more or less dragging an unresisting Robert with her. "Robert, I simply must introduce you to someone very special to me as it is highly unlikely that I will ever see him again and therefore will never get the chance to introduce him if I don't do it now. Robert, I would like you to meet Kenny Smith. Kenny, this is Robert Hammond."

Kenny and Robert shook hands. Kenny could tell Robert was a little apprehensive about meeting one of Shelia's lovers up close. Kenny felt Robert squeeze his hand just enough to let him know he could break it should he decide he wanted to. Kenny quickly gave a quick crunch to Robert's hand in return to let him know he could easily break another finger besides the one he just broke if Robert felt it was necessary.

Robert was gracious enough to refrain from letting Shelia know that Kenny had just broken one of his fingers. Robert smiled as he said, "Shelia. Would you mind if Kenny and I have a word or two in private?" Shelia looked astounded, but graciously gave her approval. She kissed Kenny farewell on his cheek, went to the limo, and allowed her chauffer to seat her.

"Nice meeting you, Kenny. You are an impressive individual." Kenny interrupted, "I wouldn't say that. You my friend are the one who is impressive. Here you are toting a 44 around. I just broke one of your fingers and you didn't let on. You didn't try to retaliate. And trust me I know it ain't because you are afraid of me. You have a special lady here who thinks the world of you."

Robert turned to Kenny. "I am not going to mince words. I will come straight out and say this. When you started seeing Shelia, I did some checking on you. No offense intended, but it’s a part of my job to be careful. The results are as follows. First I was impressed that you spotted me tailing you that first day. I've never had anyone do that before.”

“I would have just stayed out in the open after you spotted me, but it was an excellent training opportunity to try to evade an expert at spotting a tail. I never did manage to do so. Quite impressive. Yes you broke my God damn finger. You, Mr. Smith have one powerful grip to do that. I didn't retaliate as I had it coming when I tried to let you know that I could break one of yours.”

“I am a pretty good investigator. I found that your last name is Morgan, not Smith. I also found that you are wanted by the police in Virginia. Not for what they should want you for, but just assault. Fifteen police officers at the same time. To put it bluntly, my investigation revealed you are one bad bitch.”

“Hell, you left a trail of destruction halfway across the country just getting here. I was going to remove Shelia from your presence to prevent anything from happening to her, but the way she talks about you made me refrain from hurting her feelings.”

“She obviously is infatuated with you. Its almost as if she fell in love with you. She has never done that with anyone else she has dated. I couldn‘t trash her feelings on something as dear to her as that.”

“Since it became obvious that you had no intention of hurting her, I decided to just stay close instead. The deciding factor was my delightful conversation I had with a billionaire tycoon. She is a special young lady I met during my investigation. Quite young, but impressive none the less.”

“A Cynthia Denise Dennings. I tricked her into talking about you by getting her to believe I was your brother. Then I acquired a copy of the police report based on what Cynthia told me. There was enough blood at the scene to prompt the police to call you dead. Somebody that would take that kind of chance with his own life to save a little girl most certainly isn‘t going to harm my Shelia.”

“Of course when that same somebody can raise such a stir as to arouse enough curiosity in a man who up to the time had never donated one thin dime to any sort of charity, to donate over two billion dollars to a sixteen year old girl, that man impresses me.”

“As I said, you are the tough bastard. I‘m not so sure I would have survived that. By the way, Cynthia informed me she would be having my ‘Nephew’ soon. She wanted me to tell you when I saw you. She’s even going to name him after you. I thought at first you were a fucked up individual to fuck a little sixteen year old girl that looks so fucking young.”

“I thought she was eleven myself. I couldn‘t accept you would do her, especially after what she had gone through, but then Cynthia told me exactly what you had done and how she had convinced you to do it with her. I would have been disappointed in you if you hadn‘t done it with the girl after hearing that. That was an act of love."

Kenny looked Robert squarely in the eye. "How the hell is she having my baby. I didn’t have intercourse with her. I mean, the girl’s only a teenager. I’ll have to arrange to see the boy someday. For what its worth, Shelia told me about you protecting the president. One little old arrow wouldn’t have done you in. Why are you telling me this? Why didn't you just go to the police?"

Robert grinned. "First off, Cynthia spit your last load into a saucer. Then she poured it into herself after you left making herself pregnant with your baby. She said she had to have a part of you to cherish.

As to Shelia, she has a little fling every once in a while. Well not usually what one would consider a fling. She dates rather frequently. A couple of two or three times a week. Rarely does she get intimate with a guy. Well, you know what I mean. She kisses them all that she goes out with. Naturally she has to like the guy a little or she wouldn’t go out with him. There is sometimes a little petting and such, but only if she enjoys the guy‘s company.”

“Oddly enough, ninety nine percent of the time the guy is within a year or two of her age. You will probably be surprised to know that Shelia has just recently turned 18. Yesterday to be exact. I know she probably told you she is twenty. Shelia usually tells the truth about her life except she doesn’t like to admit she is that young.”

“She has been dating since she turned twelve and has only allowed four of her dates to take her home with them. Trust me, she wasn’t anywhere near twelve then. I know for sure that she wasn’t intimate with two of the four, as she didn’t take a shower before she left their place and she didn’t smell of sex, when she got back either.”

“Sometimes when she has been heavily petting with one of her dates that she didn’t allow to take her home, I could smell her juice on her from arms length. Shelia wasn’t in either of their rooms long enough for her to have sex with them as Shelia wants at least a two hour marathon or nothing at all. She was however in the home of the other two for an awful long time for it to have been otherwise. And you my friend were one of those.”

“The other was a young woman close to her age. It was obvious they had been intimate as I could taste the girl on Shelia as I kissed her when I picked her up. I am sure that was just curiosity. I didn't peek in the windows.”

“I don't ask her about what she does or does not do with any one she dates, and she doesn't tell me what she does. Not that she doesn’t want to tell me. It’s that she doesn’t want to make me feel bad about it. What I am telling you is Shelia isn't some slut that goes around doing it with everyone she meets.”

“She likes to date and meet people, but you can count her sex partners on one hand. I believe four would be the correct number, if one includes the young lady. She has to be very impressed with a guy to let him bed her and must be extremely impressed with you to introduce you to me. She has never done that before. I would never pop her bubble by saying anything bad about you.”

“Shelia knows I am a very tough and unforgiving individual as she has seen me in action when I protected her from being kidnapped for ransom. She made me promise I would do nothing to injure you. What I am proposing and that is only if you are game for it, is after I take Shelia home, I will return tomorrow morning.”

“I would like to have a friendly get together. You know, just to see who the man is. Please understand, if I didn‘t believe all the things I found out about you, I would never offer this challenge. I think you are tough enough to give me a good showing.”

“I must warn you ahead of time I am heavy into the martial arts. I have never lost a match. I promise not to permanently injure you. Afterwards, win or lose, I insist on taking you to all the bars around town. It would be interesting to see who can hold the most liquor. What say you Mr. Smith?"

Kenny smiled. "Sure, Robert. Sounds like a lot of fun. I must warn you ahead of time. I don't know a damn thing about martial arts. All I know about fighting is if your foe can’t hit you, he can't hurt you.” Robert smiled, “By the same token, you’ve got to hit the guy to hurt him. Somewhere down the line you have to have some offensive technique, or you’ll lose for sure.”

Kenny just smiled back. “You can wear a man down without hitting him. I assure you of that. I also need to warn you, I haven't drank much rocket fuel in over ten years, so you may be opening a can of worms. See you in the morning. Say 9 AM." Robert went to the limo.

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That next day, Kenny opened the front door to his bungalow promptly at 9 AM and there stood Robert Hammond in the flesh. Kenny spoke up. "OK. Dude, where do you want to do it?" Robert grinned, "The beach will make a fine mat so you don't get hurt so bad when you go boom." Kenny laughed. "That will do just fine." The two men went out back of the house onto the beach.

Robert immediately started into a frenzy of Karate moves. Kenny was impressed with Robert's speed and agility. It looked like Robert had five fists instead of two and his feet were coming at Kenny so often it looked like he was standing in mid air at times. The two men parried for over two hours.

Finally Robert held his hands up. "I've seen all I need to see. I really am impressed. It's been over two hours. I've done everything I know how to do and I have yet to lay a finger on you. You have evaded nearly everything I've thrown at you and blocked all the rest. The most amazing part is you haven't taken a swat at me, not even once. What gives?"

Kenny put his arm around Robert's shoulder. "I'll level with you, if you promise not to tell Shelia I said anything. Promise?"

"Promise. I swear I won't tell her a thing." Kenny continued. " First off. I thought you never left Shelia alone. I thought you were always around her to protect her from all these attempts to kidnap her. How do you know she is safe right at this moment?“

Robert grinned a sly smile. “I have my brother Charles keep her for me every now and then. Maybe fourteen days out of the year. Gives me a day off here and there. Gives Chuck a chance to spend a little time with his niece.”

“Shelia loves her Uncle Chuck. Charles is nearly as mean and as tough as I am, so I don’t worry about Shelia when he’s around. Charles has received the CMA twice himself. Both times in Iraq.“

Kenny continued, “I thought I had fallen in love with Shelia right off the bat. At first I wanted so much to make her my wife and to have her with me for the rest of my life, but I am not the marrying type. I was very concerned about how I was going to let Shelia down without hurting her. Fortunately for me she is head over heels in love with you.”

“When she told me she wanted no one but you, I was so relieved. If I were the marrying type, I would scoop that little girl up. She is quite a find. Shelia confided in me about her Dad and what they did. She also explained your relationship to her. I must say. It is a little strange, but I am impressed with the love between the two of you. Now I realize how much Shelia must care for me. I believe I am only the male ever to make love to her other than yourself and her Father.“

“Quite an impressive young lady. Its amazing. A girl that likes sex that much and has only really had three partners. I refuse to count the young girl as a partner. I didn't promise her I wouldn't hurt you, simply because she figures I would be no match for you. There is no need for her to know any different. Doesn't matter. Out of respect for her, I could never harm you.”

“Keep on treating that little girl like she's your daughter. Do you have any idea she worships the ground you walk on? You really should marry that girl." Robert looked shocked. "I always knew she liked me, but I never knew how much. By the way, my research was correct. You are one bad bitch. You could have taken me out at anytime out there on the beach. Since we are all leveling with one another, I’ll level with you. Never, is Shelia to find out about this.”

“I would love to marry Shelia. It really hurts me deeply to refuse her that, but I can't marry Shelia. She is my daughter. Really my daughter. I met her Mother at her Father‘s golf club. We started out being good friends, but it gradually turned into a wonderful love affair that tragically ended when she died from complications giving birth to Shelia.”

“I know I am the Father, because Shelia‘s Mother told me shortly after she became pregnant that she asked her husband for permission to find a man she really loved and to allow him to get her pregnant before it is too late for her to have a child.”

“Shelia‘s Father was sterile and could not provide his wife with a child. He loved her enough to let her have one and he also understood she wasn‘t the type of woman who could have a child with a man she didn‘t love deeply. He also knew her love for him would never dim. He even put my name on the original birth certificate.”

“There was no way I could take that child away from that man. I forgave him for having sex with Shelia as I later found out how hard she was to resist, especially when I found out that was all she ever wanted in the first place. That was an act of love as well. On his part and mine. Shelia would have suffered a lot of heartbreak if her Father and myself hadn‘t made love to her.”

“His wife told me how important it was for her to give him a child and how badly he had wanted one. He had always wanted the child to be a girl, so he could spoil her. The man loved her more than his own life. So as you can now clearly understand, as much as I love Shelia, I cannot marry my own daughter." Kenny looked shocked then turned up the beach. "Come on. I'm thirsty."


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Several months later, Kenny looked outside the patio door. It was raining, but was still disgustingly hot, so he decided to take a walk up the beach, besides he figured it usually doesn't rain long anyway. He headed for one of the less remote areas of the beach. The view is always better there, especially if you are looking for some companionship. Kenny stopped in at the Seasurf Motel along the boardwalk.

He liked the relaxed atmosphere around the pool. When he arrived the rain had already stopped, and there were some fantastic looking young ladies in for a swim. Kenny sighed as he thought to himself.

"I am getting up in age, but at forty, I can still cut the eye of quite a few of the 20 year olds, although I'll be the first to admit that it isn't as easy as it was when I was 20." He was getting his eyes full and was just about to start to make a move on a cute brunette, when this little girl caught his eye.

She was a tiny little thing. It seemed strange and yet perfectly normal at the same time, every one else was wearing string bikinis or at least beach attire. This little girl was wearing a pair of full length jeans and a long sleeve shirt that buttoned up in the back. The jeans were so tight, her pussy almost seemed to be chewing at the bottom of them. It was an impressive sight. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, sporting the cutest pink dimples you ever wanted to see.

Her chest length dirty blond hair shimmered in the sunlight accentuating the moistness of her lips. She was quite a few inches shy of 4 feet in height. Kenny reckoned about six inches shy and she looked to be about 30 to 35 pounds. Her hands were tiny, but perfect.

No one has ever looked so smooth and soft. As pretty as she was, it was her eyes that really tore up Kenny's nerves. The irises and pupils were jet black, with a thin golden ring around the pupil. The rest of her eye was as white as white could be. When the sun caught her eyes, they glimmered a stunning blue in its rays. Kenny suddenly found himself staring at her.

She looked completely out of place, like she was from another planet and no one had told her what to wear when at the beach. Kenny was smitten. He had the thought run through his mind, "She is beyond gorgeous. Yet, no one seems to pay any attention to her other than a few of the young boys, on occasion and myself.”

“That is so strange, as pretty as the little girl is, the boys only seem to pay attention to her for a short while and seemingly go back about their business. I on the other hand can't take my eyes off of her. She is fantastic. I just don't get it, I am eat slam up with her and none of the other guys even seem to notice her. It's as if she is invisible to everyone except me."


To be continued……………………………….........