Bait and Switch Ch. 09

I knew where I was as soon as the blue light penetrated my eyelids. My eyes flew open, but I was disappointed to see I was the only person in the room. The white light doused me then, and I could feel the energy leaking from me, as it built up my body.

"Lela?" I called out, but there was no answer. In silence I waited for the light to finish its work, and then I was back in my own bed. Worried that she was still upset with me, I didn't get much sleep. I was too guilt ridden.

Robin was in the bathroom when I got up, so I went ahead and ate, while I waited. She took a little longer than Shanna had yesterday, but I didn't mind too much. Dennis came out of the bathroom with her, and I understood what had taken them so long.

I quickly showered and shaved, and then decided to walk to campus. The sun was up, but the air was crisp, my breath misting thickly from me as I walked.

My phone rang, and I saw it was Gina, from the Caller ID.

"Nick?" Her voice sounded quiet on the other end. "I think that person is back. Can you come over and check?"

I was already most of the way to campus, and really didn't want to turn back around to get my car. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just jump in your car, and drive here. I'm sure you'll be fine," I tried to reassure her.

"Okay. See you in class?" She still sounded unsure, but I was glad I wouldn't need to walk all the way back, and get my car. My first class had a final today, and I didn't want to be late for it.

"I can't wait," I told her. But I could wait. After what had happened with Prof. Frankens last night, and then having both Gina and Shanna in the same class... Well, let's just say that if I didn't have a final, I would be ditching it again.

The morning veritably flew by, my finals were easy, and I was usually one of the first ones done. I saw Robbie talking with Nicole, and knew I didn't need to tell him about her. He actually went so far as to give me a smile and a nod when he saw me, though Nicole only gave me a disgusted look before saying something that made Robbie laugh.

I didn't have a class after lunch, having taken the final on Tuesday, so closeted myself in the library, and tried to come up with ideas on how to defeat the demons. From experience, I knew I could affect groups, but it was harder on me than making switches one at a time. And the thought of trying to affect an entire fleet of the red beasts... That would kill me, and I would never get the opportunity to even move the switch, once I made it. Was there something I could do to a few that would affect the rest?

Maybe if they mated like Lela's race did, I could put all of the females in heat. The males would go wild with lust, and the females would have to mate, lest they die, meanwhile the human race could fall upon them, and defeat them...

There were too many problems with that, though. While affecting only the females would reduce the strain on me, it would still be too much. I would also need to notify the government about the aliens, and I didn't feel like being locked up in a loony bin. And then, I am only going off of a guess that they MIGHT be like Lela, which wasn't a good start. Lela's entire species was herbivores, while the demons were pure carnivores. Their food preference didn't really mean anything, though. It wasn't likely to work, but for now it was something.

No further plan occurred to me by the time I had to get to Prof. Frankens class, and I reluctantly turned my feet in that direction.

Shanna greeted me just outside the door, with a smile on her face, and her long lashes batting at me.

"Are you ready for this? I stayed up half the night studying, but I know there will be something I forgot to look up on this final." She seemed fidgety as she spoke all in a rush.

"Relax. I have no doubt you'll do fine," I tried to reassure her, but she wasn't having it.

"Well, we can't all be as smart as you, Nick. I'll bet you played games all night, instead of studying."

"I studied," I told her defensively. I had listened to Robin's loud cries, and Dennis's grunts more, but I HAD tried to study.

Shanna sat right next to me, and I looked around for Gina, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Prof. Frankens had us separate some, putting at least one empty seat between each student, before handing out the tests, one by one. She informed us that there were four different test versions, but when she handed me the question booklet from the bottom of her stack, I saw that the answers had already been marked, and then poorly erased. Donna smiled at me, before walking on, handing out other tests. I noticed a few of the other men in class giving me jealous glares, but luckily Shanna was already going over her test, and hadn't noticed.

I still didn't see Gina.

I started answering the questions, at first verifying the circled answer was the correct one, but after the first twenty were accurate, I just started copying the book. Every now and then I answered one intentionally wrong; there was no reason to make my cheating obvious, even if Donna had handed me this book on purpose.

About halfway through, Gina still hadn't shown up. She had said she would see me in class, didn't she? Was there really someone there this morning, and did they do something to her?

I started to rush through the test, worried about the blonde woman. I could call her as soon as I got out of this test.

Sweat was actually beading on my brow, as I walked up and handed the test to Prof. Frankens. She smiled at me again, and I thought she was about to say more, but looked at the class behind me, and just said, "Thank you."

I tried to walk calmly out of class, though I knew my steps were still fast. As soon as the door closed behind me, I pulled out my phone, and called Gina.

One ring... Two rings... After the fourth ring, it went to voicemail. I hung up and tried again, but with the same result. I decided to leave a message this time. "Gina. Just worried about you. Gimma a call when you get this. Bye."

That had been my last class, but I would have skipped any others as I started to walk briskly home. My heart was thudding in my chest as I walked, and despite the cold, I was sweating as I rushed to get to my car.

I only had the faintest warning, before pain exploded in the back of my head, and blackness swallowed the snow-white world around me.

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Pain was the first thing I became aware of. The back of my head hurt almost as bad as the second day with my ability.

A soft sobbing was the second thing to penetrate the haze that seemed to fill my mind.

Looking up to find the source of the crying, informed me that I was tied up, and naked.

Gina lay hunched on the floor about ten feet in front of me, her hands tied to another post, and just as naked as I was. Bruises and cuts covered her body, all of them fresh.

"So, you finally wake up," a cold voice said from a shadow. I looked in the direction of the voice, groaning at the pain it caused in my skull. The voice laughed, and only then did I recognize it.

"Derek," I said, the name hissing through my teeth. I fought feebly against my bonds, but they were rope, and I knew my ability couldn't affect them.

Gina moaned piteously in her corner, and I felt my rage increase, some of it directed inward. I had assumed that Derek's attack would come at me. I didn't think he would attack someone else to hurt me.

"What do you want from us?"

"Us? I don't want anything from her, it's you I want to make pay. She is just an innocent, caught in your evil ways."

For a second I debated on flipping his 'sleep' switch, but that would still leave us both tied up. Somehow I had to convince him to untie us. And in order to do that, I had to keep him talking. I didn't think a 'guilt' switch would work in him, like it had in Gina the last time I'd been tied up.

"My evil ways? What are you talking about?"

Derek stepped out of the shadows, and into the dim light, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. His dick was hard between his legs, and it wobbled as he walked towards Gina.

"Why, it was a good thing I arrived when I did. Unfortunately I was too late to stop you from raping and killing poor Gina, but at least I got here in time to do you in."

Gina cringed as Derek approached her, and I spit in his direction. I noticed he had a condom on, as he bent over, grabbed Gina's ass, and lifted it up. She struggled against him, till he smacked her hard, and then she sobbed, but didn't fight any more. I knew this wasn't the first time he'd raped her today, and that this time it was just for my benefit.

I couldn't stand it. Even if it meant staying tied up, I couldn't let him hurt her again. I flipped his 'sleep' switch, and cried out in pain, as nothing happened.

Derek mistook my cry of agony for one of anguish, and laughed as he shoved himself into the bound woman from behind. Gina cried out in pain, which just made Derek smile wider.

I tried again to put him to sleep, but the pain in my head was too intense, and I couldn't work through it. I slumped in my bonds, trying to drive the pain away.

"No!" Derek screamed. "No, you will watch this." I heard him approach me, and looked up in time to see him grab a broom handle and crack it against my ribs. I felt my ribs break, and breathing became a chore. Spider webs of pure torture blossomed from the point where he'd struck me. My scream echoed around the small room well after I ran out of breath. "Watch it and weep, or I'll hit you again. You don't have to watch long. She is pretty loose, but as soon as I'm done, I'll put you both out of your misery."

"You won't get away with this," I wheezed, having a hard time getting enough air.

"Won't I? What is there to get away with? I heard some odd noises from outside as I was walking by, and I came in to find you strangling Gina as you raped her. I beat you with this stick, and apparently went too far, and killed you. I'll even call the cops, and sob at the evil I saw in here." Derek cackled, and I knew I needed to stop him somehow.

If only my switches worked. If my head didn't hurt so badly, I was sure I could do what needed to be done, but there was no chance of that now.

Derek walked back over to Gina, and flipped her to her back, before thrusting back into her. Her tits bounced obscenely as the bastard plowed in and out of her. He gave me a big smile as his hands wrapped around her neck, and I could see her eyes bulge as he started to strangle her.

"You pansy assed bitch!" I cried, hoping to distract him, but he ignored the insult, grinning at me while he choked the life out of Gina. I could no longer hear her sobs, as they were also cut off. I could see the stark terror in her eyes as she looked at me, pleading for me to do something.

I knew she wanted me to use my ability, but I couldn't. It just wasn't working right now. "I can't," I sobbed, as I watched her dying. My head hurt too much. Maybe if Lela were here to heal me, I could use them, but she wasn't.

Wait, wasn't she always watching me?

"Lela!" I yelled, ignoring the pain in my chest and head at the effort. "Help me."

Gina's eyes slowly closed, as her struggles weakened. In desperation, I fought against my bonds, needing to get out, to run to her and save her.

Gina's eyes closed, and her limbs went limp.

There was a quick flash of light, and I saw Derek look away from me.

"What the fuck?" His hands loosened around Gina's neck, but I feared it was too late. She lay unmoving, as Derek stood up, and grabbed his broom handle again.

A familiar greenish-yellow light surrounded me, and I didn't waste any time. The broom handle was flying hard and fast at my head, a blow that likely would knock me unconscious, if not worse, when I hit his 'paralyze' switch. The broom stopped centimeters from my temple.

I could feel my body tingling, as it repaired itself under the healing light. My ribs knit back together, and the throbbing in my head lessened till it was gone. I felt the ropes holding me to the post loosen, and then fall, but my eyes were locked on Derek.

I could see fear in his beady little eyes, and his lips quivered as I walked up to him. I glared at the bully, and would have laughed at the drool that was leaking from his mouth, if I weren't still filled with rage. Death would be too good for him, and I didn't think I could kill another human, even in my anger.

The healing light was still on me, and I drew all the strength I could for this switch. Just forming it created an immediate headache behind my eyes, but the light soon relieved me of it. Pushing it was another matter. Even the light couldn't keep the mental pain at bay, but my outrage fuelled me, and slowly I felt it move.

Derek's eyes grew large, as what I'd done started to take effect. A pitiable wine escaped his throat, and I wondered if he was in pain. I truly hoped so.

I then ran to Gina, and felt at her neck for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. Then and only then, did I breathe a sigh of relief, and look up to Lela, who was now looking at the nude form of Derek. She was in her light-suit, and in the dim room, it looked particularly odd. I wondered what Derek must have been thinking as he stared at the pink alien.

"Can you heal her?" I asked Lela.

Lela's hands moved before her for a moment, and the light shifted to cover me and Gina. I watched, still slightly amazed at what this light could do, as Gina's bruises turned yellow, and then faded away completely. The few cuts sealed themselves. The only evidence left that she had been hurt at all was the crusted blood that spotted her smooth skin here and there.

"Thank you," I said as the light vanished, but Lela was gone.

I found our clothes in a pile, near where Derek had come out of the shadows, and quickly dressed Gina first. I had a hard time getting her undergarments on, having had a lot more practice getting them off, but soon she was fully covered. I dressed myself, before standing in front of the motionless statue that was Derek.

He was still whining as I examined his body. His chest had grown some, his cock and balls shrunk, and even his hips had widened.

"You will regret today for the rest of your life. If I EVER see you again, I will do much worse than what you are suffering now." I looked him deep in the eyes, wanting to make sure he understood what I was about to tell him. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your life as a weak, mute, woman."

I easily made two more switches in Derek, or whatever her name would be after today; one to make her muscles always weak, and one sealing away her voice. I only hoped it would serve as punishment.

I carried Gina out the door, and saw her car parked outside. It wasn't until I had started the car, and was driving away, that I released Derek from his paralysis.

I used Gina's phone to call her mom, and let her know that Gina was alright and with me. Her mom seemed fine with everything, whether because she was content with anything I did, or because she had no idea what had happened to her daughter, I wasn't sure.

I had to carry Gina up to my apartment, but she felt light in my arms, and I knew my strength was still growing.

I tucked her into my bed, and watched her sleep peacefully for a bit, until I received a call from Shanna.

I hurried out of the room before answering it.

"Hey! You rushed out of class so fast, I didn't get to ask if you wanted to come over and play games tonight."

"I'd love to, but I have to work tonight. Rain check?" I tried to sound normal, and think I pulled it off. I didn't know what I was going to do with Gina, while I was working.

"Is something wrong? You've been avoiding me lately..." Uh-oh!

"I haven't been avoiding you," I protested, but could see how she would think that, after turning her away yesterday and now today. "I talked with you before class."

"Barely. Well, if you say you aren't I'll believe you. I'm probably just being emotional. You know how women get sometimes." And that's when it dawned on me: it was that time of the month for Shanna. No wonder she didn't try to have sex with me the other night, and why she'd kicked me out of my room before she got in bed. It wasn't that she was being shy, but hiding what she was going through. Part of me thought it was cute.

"I'll tell you what; do you work tomorrow?" I hoped she didn't.

"No, I have it off. Do you?"

"No, I have it off too. How about we celebrate the beginning of the holiday break, with a marathon gaming session. I'll even let you win a few this time." Truth be told, she might be a better gamer than me, but I needed to tease a little. If only to wash away today's events from my mind.

"Oh-ho! You're on. I'll trash your ass three ways from Sunday. You better bring your A-game, mister." I laughed and told her I would, before getting off the phone.

"Was that Shanna?" The voice right behind me sent my heart into my throat, as I felt like I jumped to the roof, thoroughly startled.

"Um, yeah," I told Gina, embarrassed, turning to face her. Her hair was a mess, and there was a wild look in her hazel eyes. Before I could think or say anything else, I was suddenly gripped by a powerful hug, while she sobbed into my shoulder.

"Thank you, Nick. Thank you, thank you, thank you..." She continued to thank me, and soak my shoulder, as I held her in my arms, thoroughly confused.

Dennis walked in, and wanted to know if we needed to be alone, but Gina pulled away then. "No, you're fine," and then she tugged me into my room.

She closed the door behind her, and kept hold of my hand, while her eyes examined me. "I know you saved me, but why did you wait so long?"

I still didn't feel comfortable talking about Lela, so I hedged a little on the truth. "When Derek hit my head, he must have done something with my ability. I had to recover from that, before I could use my switches."

"Oh, Nick! I was so scared, but I knew you would save me. What did you do with that... That..." She tensed up, and I pulled her head back to my shoulder, patting her back.

"SHE, will never be able to do that again, much less talk," I said.

"She?" Gina giggled slightly, and I thought it sounded great. "Do you really have to work tonight?"

"Yes, but you won't be alone. You can come with me and sit in the lobby, or I will see if Dennis will stay here with you. I think Robin will be here later, too." I knew there was no way Bradley would give me the night off. Not this close to the holidays, and not after he'd already refused to give me this week off to study, and with the economy the way it was, I didn't want to have to find another job. I was just glad he'd given me next week off, so I could see my family. I hated having to leave her, but I really had little choice.

"I don't want to be around a bunch of strangers. Do you promise to come back here when you get off?"

"I promise," I said as she pulled away from me, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

She stayed in my room, watching me get dressed for work.

"You know Shanna has a crush on you, right?" Her question shocked me, and I didn't know how to answer. Finally she spoke up after a few seconds of silence. "I don't mind, really. We aren't official, or anything. I think she is actually kind of cute."

I really didn't know what to say to that either, so I just grunted noncommittally, and she laughed. I quickly finished getting dressed for work, and made sure Gina was alright staying here with Dennis and Robin for a few hours, until I got back.

"Just come back to me," she told me as I walked out the door.

Work went by agonizingly slowly, except for when Shanna showed up.

"Come to spy, and make sure I wasn't making up excuses, huh?" I asked, as I flipped over a steak on the grill.

"I believed you," she said so defensively, I knew she was lying.

"Wanna go back into the freezer, and relive some memories?" I teased, already knowing the answer.

"Is everything always about sex with you?"

Oops.

"Sorry, it's just been awhile, and as always, you look gorgeous." She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips, before letting me get back to work. It wasn't till she was gone, that I realized she didn't have the 'happy' switch. That had been Shannon.

As soon as I was done, I rushed right home.

"Is she okay?" Dennis asked me as soon as I walked in. "She is taking her third shower since you left."

Worried, I knocked on the bathroom door. "Gina?"

I didn't hear any response, but I wasn't sure if she could hear me above the shower. The door was locked, but my ability took care of that.

The mirror was fogged up, and steam was pouring from over and around the shower curtain.

"Gina?" I called again.

"How did you... Oh, right... Nevermind." She sounded far away and despondent.

I peaked around the curtain, and saw her furiously scrubbing her skin with soap. She saw me, but didn't cover up. "Do you have a loofah? I still feel dirty." Her skin looked raw and red, and I wondered how much she had been scrubbing it.

"Gina, stop. You're as clean as you're going to get. Give me the soap." I held out my hand to her, and she just looked me in the eyes for a bit, before finally handing it over.

"I know. I know it doesn't do any good. You read about these things, but then it happens to you, and it feels like he is under my skin. No matter how hard I scrub, I still feel filthy."

I nodded as she spoke, and grabbed the shower nozzle, rinsing off the soap. As soon as that was done, I turned off the water, and helped her out. She let me gently dry her, wrapping the towel around her before she hugged me again.

"Oh, Nick. I don't know what I'm going to do. I can still feel him inside me. I want to throw up!" I should never have left her here, I realized, but the mistake was already made, and I needed to take care of things as they were now. I had made a number of mistakes, but concentrating on those wouldn't fix the current problems.

I remembered making the memory switch in Gina, and quickly flipped it. She calmed down a bit, before pulling away, and looking up at me.

"Did you just do that? You made me forget something. I was just thinking about it, and suddenly... I don't remember. I can recall everything else, but that one thought is gone."

"You don't need to suffer," I whispered. "Let me help you."

She took another step away from me. "No, don't take everything away. It hurts, yes, but it happened. I don't want to forget that you saved me, nor what you saved me from." I couldn't help but admire her strength. Part of me suspected that whatever part I had already deleted was the worst, and she felt as though she could handle the rest.

"I won't take anything else away, unless you ask me to," I promised, and she hugged me again, the towel falling to the floor between us.

I felt her lips touch my neck, then my chin, as they worked their way up to my mouth. "Gina, are you sure you should be doing that?" I asked, not wanting her to stop, but also not wanting to cause her any further grief.

"There is still one place I haven't been able to scrub, and there is only one thing I can think of that will get all off it. I need you to wash away the last bit of him," she told me, and I knew she wasn't talking about her memory.

I picked her up, and carried her into my room. Robin gave a small laugh when she saw us, and I realized we probably looked a sight, me still in my work clothes, and her naked in my arms.

"You smell like meat," she told me as my bedroom door closed behind us.

"Do you want me to go shower first?"

"No, I like it. Just... Just love me tonight," her voice was breathy as I laid her on my bed, and then took off my shirt.

"Stop me at any time, if you need to," I told her earnestly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I know. But hurry. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel all of you, all around me, and nothing else."

I nodded, as I dropped my pants to the floor, and kicked off my shoes.

She asked me to love her tonight, and while I refused to say the words untruthfully, I could perform the actions. I took her slender ankle in my hands, and brought her toes to my lips. She let out a gentle sigh, as I kissed each tow, running my tongue across the bottom of her digits.

I massaged her calves, as I kissed and nibbled the underside of her foot, tickling her arch with my teeth, and making her giggle. Then I switched to her other foot, and did the same. I could see that her labia were wet and swollen as I did this, and smiled at the serene look that was currently painted across her features.

I let my fingers gently glide up and down her smooth legs, lightly tickling as I set them on my shoulders and alternated kisses between them. Slowly I worked my way up her calves, under her knees, around her small thighs, gently kissing my way to her sex. By the time I finally reached it, her juices were dribbling down her ass crack, and making a puddle on my sheets.

I gave it a tender kiss, letting my hands trail up her flat abdomen, and around the swell of her ample breasts. I didn't touch her nipples, as I laid flat on my stomach, and lightly licked up her leaking fluids. Her hips jumped as my tongue barely touched her clit.

She grabbed my errant hands, and mashed them against her teats, moaning loudly as my tongue dove into her. "Thank you, Nick. Oh, I needed this. Thank you!" Her voice grew in volume, as my mouth did its work, bringing her to orgasm.

I broke away from her nether lips, and trailed soft kisses along her stomach, and sides. Kissing the undersides of her breasts, and then moving my head between her two mountains, I pressed them together, and licked my way up to the hollow at the base of her neck.

I felt my penis bump against her vulva, but made no move to enter her. Instead, I continued my kisses over her left shoulder, even kissing her armpit as I moved down her arm, to her elbow, and wrist. When I reached her hands, I kissed her palm, then along each finger, giving each tip a kiss, before returning to the palm, and kissing up the next digit.

She reached down between us, gripped my member, and moaned as she rubbed the head against her slit. Her hips hunched against me, wanting me inside her, but I wasn't ready yet.

Finished with her left hand, I brought my head around, brushing her lips lightly with my own, before dropping back down to her other shoulder. She moaned in frustration as she tried to capture my mouth, and tried again to get my head inside her, but to no avail. I wanted to wash her body with my kisses, before I entered her.

I gave her right arm and hand the same treatment as I'd given the left, and then propped myself up on my hands, as I looked down at her. Her hair was still wet, and I realized I would have to use another pillow tonight, but right then I just thought she was gorgeous. There was no mistaking the hunger and desire in her greenish-blue eyes.

I dropped my lips to hers, at the same time I moved my hips forward, getting half my cock in her, in one movement. Her mouth hungrily devoured mine, in a kiss that was equal parts love, lust, need, and desire.

Her hands gripped my ass, and helped me to set a slow and steady pace, gently sinking my length into her velvety folds. Derek had said she was loose, but she gripped me with a force that I almost feared would strangle my cock, if she weren't so wet.

Gina's hands went to my face, as she started to cum around my rod, pulling me deeper into our kiss, and we both moaned with pleasure. The sound of my voice increased her arousal, and she started to buck under me with earnest.

I pulled out of her, and rolled her over onto her stomach. I put my face back between her legs, and licked her juices up from her crack, running my tongue over her asshole. She jumped slightly when I did that, and moaned. I kissed both globes of her rear, and then gently up and around her back. She was moaning in earnest by the time I reached her neck.

"I want to feel you in my ass," she told me, twisting her head around to look at me.

"Did he—" I couldn't finish that sentence.

"No, he didn't. But I said I want to feel all of you, ALL over me. Please, Nick. I need this."

I nodded, giving her cheek a quick peck, before placing my phallus between her cheeks. It took me a moment to get the angle right, and a bit of pressure to get my head past her sphincter, but she gasped, as it broke through.

"Gawd, I needed this! I love how you feel inside me. Pussy, ass, mouth... Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me, and wash him away."

My cock was plenty slick from her juices, as was her crack from what had leaked out of her, but I took my time, slowly slipping my length into her colon. I slipped my hands under her chest, and felt her hard nipples between my fingers, as I got the last of my prick inside her.

"Fuck me." That one command was all I needed, as I pulled out, and slipped back into her. I hit a frenzied pace, and knew I was getting close.

Her sphincter suddenly gripped my rod, and it was too much. We came together, as I filled her bowels with my semen, and I collapsed onto her back, kissing the back of her neck as I unloaded. It felt like I loosed a gallon inside her, by the time my orgasm finally washed over me.

I rolled onto my back, breathing heavily, and my skin pebbled with sweat.

She placed her head on my chest, and cuddled up to my side. "I think a shower is in order," her soft voice broke the lethargy that was starting to creep over me, and I groaned. Gina laughed. "Not for me, though I probably need one now, too. You positively reek of sex and meat."

We showered together, and I gently washed her body, and she returned the favor. Dried once again, we stepped back into my room, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of Robin and Dennis going at it.

Gina gave me a wink, before stating, "He watched us have sex, I think it is only fare we return the favor."

I smiled inwardly, and thought she was going to be okay after all, as she crept towards my roommate's door.

It was unlocked.

Gina cracked the door, and peaked inside, then turned to me, smiling. She opened the door the rest of the way, and slipped inside.

Shaking my head, I followed after the erstwhile blonde. Robin was on top of Dennis, his long cock shoved deep into her cunt, and one of her fake tits locked between his lips. We watched for a bit, till Gina indicated she was ready to go.

As soon as we were back in my room, Gina ravished me again, crying out in sweet release as the day's horrors were overlaid by my tender care.

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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……………………………….........