came older the calls became less frequent and eventually I lost contact.

When I was in my junior year at a nearby university, I received an unexpected call on my cell phone.  The number didn’t look familiar so I simply let it go to voice mail.  Later I checked my messages and was surprised:

“Hello Jenny, this is Mary Dooley.  Would you kindly give me a call.  We are going out of town for a few days and need someone to look after things.”

I thought what the heck, house sitting is easy money and I was always in need of that. I figured it would be good for a hundred bucks.   I immediately hit redial and called.

“Hello”

“Mrs. Dooley, this is Jenny.  It has been a long time since I last spoke with you.” I said.

Her response was, “I am so glad you called.  David and I are going out of town for three days and we were hoping you could kind of keep and eye on Devin.”

I hadn’t even given consideration their son.  I inquired, “Gee, Devin must be old enough to take care of himself.”

“Well he his 16, but I just don’t have all that much trust in him.  He only had his drivers license a few week when he had to go to court for drag racing.  Needless to say he is without wheels.   We just want to make sure he gets off to school and is not out running around at night.  His hormones are raging and we don’t want him having girls at the house. ” was her response.   

“Mrs. Dooley, I really do appreciate you thinking about me, but perhaps you should consider someone else.  Is there a family member that could watch him?”

“Jenny, we have given it a lot of thought and we have the most confidence in you.  David and I trust you. If I have done my math correctly you should now be 21 and a young adult.  We are willing to pay you $200 a day, plus give you money to go out and eat so that you don’t have to cook. Oh, and we will also see that you have gas for your car.  Please Jenny, we need you,” she begged.

Holly crap, I thought.  That is $600.  That is like hitting the lottery  I said to myself.  

“Well I really could use the money for school and I need some new clothes.”

We confirmed the arrangement and went over all the dates, times and details.  I wasn’t excited in the least about Devin, but the money motivating.  

Thursday arrived and as soon as I finished my class that morning I head to the Dooley’s. Mrs. Dooley greeted me.  “Come on in Dear.  My you have grown up and turned out to be a beautiful young lady. Let me show you around.”

As she and her husband left she said, “Devin generally gets home about 2:45.  You have our cell number if you need anything”

I didn’t have much planned and I was not into watching the soaps.   I sat down at the computer in the family room and went online to fight off the boredom.   I am sometimes naughty and check out porn sites.  While surfing, I stumbled across a site that was dedicated to naked guys.  Looking at all those great penises was such a turn on.  So for the next couple of hours I got myself aroused and masturbated several times using my little vibrating toy that I carry in my purse.  

I then noticed it was almost 3:00 and Devin was not home. I started to get a bit worried, but just then he came in the door.  

“Hey girl are you my babysitter?” He blurted. “ I remember you Jenny, but you are really hot now.  Nice tits you have there.”

That comment kind of set me back, but oh my God, that little snot nosed redhead brat had turn into one really good looking hunk.  I am not into young guys, but he was the kind of stud that would have made my panties wet when I was in  high school. Yikes, he was hot!

“Devin you are really handsome Thank you for the compliment, but that comment is a bit forward of you.”

“Yeah maybe but if you and me are going to shack up for the weekend, you’d better get used to it.” He said in a smart ass voice.

“Hey buddy,” I replied.  “I don’t know what your definition of shacking up is, but I have no intentions of getting in the rack with you.”

“Hey Jen, chill out.  You and me are going to hit if off OK.  I like you.  Your one cool chick. ”

We finally broke the ice and got into one conversation after another. I could not get over how good looking he was and wanted to talk just to keep him in view.    When we went out to dinner I could not keep my eyes off him and envisioned myself as out on a date with him.

Other than for one little zit on his forehead he had a great complection.  His hair was a beautiful reddish blonde and his eyes a brilliant green.  He was stone gorgeous.  Damn, why the hell couldn’t he be in his twenties I thought.  

Although he kind of had the bad boy image he was a perfect gentleman. Well all most a gentleman.  He opened the door for me as we exited and when we got to the car he opened that door for me as well.  I was impressed until he patted me on the butt and said, “come on sexy lady lets get the hell out of here.”

“Devin, that is not a very nice thing to say and your little love pat on my rear was really not appropriate,” I scolded him.

“Hey girl get a life.  You’ve got a cute butt.   I know that guys have done more than just tap you on the ass.  Don’t come on to me like a nun,” he said.  

Before I could say anything he blurted out, “how many lucky guys have had your pussy?”

“Devin, for God’s sake, I can’t believe you and it is none of your business,” I retorted.

“OK Mother Teresa, please forgive me,” he smart ass replied.

When we got home Devin did some homework and then played some video game on the television.   I read a few pages in a book and then started texting some friends.   Before I realized  it the clock said 10:15.

“Devin you had better get to bed, you have to get up for school in the morning and so do I.  I am going to go take a shower and get ready for bed,”

Devin replied, “ Yeah, yeah, I never hit the rack before 11:30.  I am going to get on the computer and check my email, Facebook and stuff.”

I proceeded to the guest room.  It was really nice, kind of like a mini suite.  There was a little sitting area with a TV and a private bath.  I closed the door, took my clothes off , grabbed my nighty and headed for the shower.   Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I said to, “Yeah girl you do have a nice ass and the tits aren’t too bad either.”

The warm shower sure felt good and I was in no hurry to get out, but just then the door opened and I could see Devin through the steamy glass shower door.

“Devin get the hell out of here,” I screamed and tried to modestly cover my breasts and pussy.

“Chill out chick.  I was on the computer and guess what porn site was still on?  Plus you left this nifty pink vibrator out.  

Oh my God, I had forgotten all about that.

“Have you got a thing for cocks? Maybe you would like to see a high school cock or try the real thing instead of a vibe”

“Devin you had better cool your jets.  I am sorry that I was not more careful.”

Before I could say much more I saw him drop his shorts to the floor and peel off his shirt. He opened the shower door and stepped in.  Oh my, I could not believe my eyes.  If I thought he looked good before this was heaven.  His cock was standing at attention. It looked so tempting.  It didn’t appear to be much bigger than average, but his red pubic hair certainly accented his manly anatomy.

“Hey Miss Jenny, how do I compare to the guys on the porn site?  Do like it?  How about soaping it up for me”

“Devin stop,” I exclaimed.  “Yes you do look damn great, but this has to stop.  Get out and leave me some privacy.”

“Come on Jen, lets have a little fun.  I need to get my rocks off and I might even be able to do you some good to. Would you like me to go down on you?

The image of having my pussy eaten by this hunk was almost overcoming, but I thought better and said, “Look I am 21 and you are only 16.  We need to stop this now.”

Reverting to his devilish ways he said, “Look at it this way.  If send mom a text message and say that you are looking at porn on the computer, she would probably come home.  She would be so pissed and you wouldn’t get paid.”

The little brat was blackmailing me.  I don’t know if he would have followed through, but just the thought of it was enough to send a chill down my spine. At the same time in my mind I was thinking blackmail would be justification for anything I did.

“You little shit.  You are the same coning and manipulative devil you were nine years ago,” I said with a chuckle.

“Maybe, but back then I wasn’t horny.  Now let me lather you up with the soap,” he said with a boyish grin.


I resolved myself to the fact that it would be more pleasurable if I were not fighting it.  Within moments of him rubbing my tits and pussy all apprehension vanished. My nipples were erect and although my vagina was wet from the shower I am sure I was producing moisture of my own.

I grabbed his stiff cock.  Oh my God, did it ever feel good.  As I gently stroked him he kissed me and ran his tongue im my mouth.  The passion was building and at this point.  As the warm water cleansed our bodies, he continued to kiss me and with one hand he slid his finger in and out of my vagina.   

The pleasurable excitement was too intense and with in moments I bust with spasms of orgasm. Knowing that he had got me off, he broke the lip lock and said. “Hey Jen, did that feel good?”

“More than good.  That was great,” I gleefully replied.

“Let’s get out, dry off and get more comfortable,” he said with a smile.

We dried each other off and without warning he picked me up and carried me to the bed.  This was like something you would read in a romance novel.  I could not believe it was happening.  None of the guys much older than him had ever treated me with such romanticism.   

The casual love affair continued as he laid me down on the fresh white sheets.  The moment was only broken when he said, “Hey Jen should I go get a condom or are you one the pill?”

With that question I immediately knew what my Prince Charming’s intentions were. The thought of which got me aroused.

“I take the pill, but condoms turn me on if you want to use one,” I winked and replied.

Devin then turned the lights out and the room was only illuminated by the glow of the street light out side the window.  He then lowered his athletic body on to mine. The feel of his naked flesh against mine only further contributed to my arousal.  His lips nibbles on my neck and then proceeded to my breasts. My nipples became erect and I could feel his stiff penis touching my pelvis.

I moaned and the foreplay continued.  I was impressed by Devin’s level of experience.  Most of the guys I had been in bed were certainly not as talented.  It did not appear he was in any rush to penetrate me.

Slowly he slid down my body gently kissing and caressing me.  He licked my belly button and proceeded to my pussy.  I spread my legs to give him better access to my freshly shaved mound.  His tongue was like a vibrator to my clitoris.

“Oh my God, Devin.  That feels awesome. You are going to send me over the top,” I moaned with pleasure.

He paused for a second and said, “Do you like that?  I’ll make you feel even better.”

Devin then put is finger in my wet vagina and finger fucked me while he continued to lick and kiss my pussy.

Within only a few seconds I was wild with stimulation and knew I was about to climax.   “Oh “Devin, you are driving me crazy and I am about to cum.” I said almost breathlessly.

“Let it go baby, let it go,” he exclaimed.

My pelvis was in contortions that sensational feeling of an orgasm began.  I tingled all over.

“Yow, oh, oh, oh, Oh my God,” I cried out.

He continued to finger my pussy as I regained my breath.  I knew it was now time to return the favor.  I reached for his stiff cock and grasp it with my hand.  He raised up on his knees and I turned in anticipation of sucking his absolutely adorable 6" cock.  Even though there was darkness the glow of his red pubic hair was like a beacon in the night.  

I was craving his penis and wanted it in my mouth.  Obviously he had other intentions.

“Aw come on baby.  Let me put it in you.  I’ll let you give me a blow job another time. Give me your pussy now.”

By his action I could tell he wanted to mount me doggie style.  I turned and assumed the position.
He first felt my pussy with his hand and spread my lips.  Then very gently he eased his stiff cock into my awaiting vagina.

Maybe it was just the excitement of having a teen age cock in me, but this was the best sex I had ever had.  With every thrust of his penis the exhilaration grew.  It felt so good, I wished I’d met this kid before.  With one hand I reached between my legs touching his balls.  His reaction was positive as I then put several fingers around his cock so I could feel it pumping in and out of me.

“Oh Jen, I am about to blow my load,” he excitedly said.

Just hearing him say that gave me a sensation and I knew I was about to get off again.

“Aw baby, here it comes,” he said in a tone of exhilaration.

I could feel the throbbing spasms of his cock as he pumped his creamy cum in me. At that very moment my pussy tingled once again and I went into another gigantic orgasm.  

“Damn Devin you know how to make a girl feel good.” I said.

He replied. “ Your pussy made my cock feed good too.

Devin continued to fuck me for another couple of minutes until the pleasure subsided.    I would have never dreamt of having sex with a younger guy, let along one that I was getting paid to take care of. His young cock inside my pussy was a thrilling.  Rather than feel shame or embarrassment, to the contrary I was embellishing the naughty little tryst.  

“Hey Jen, I told you we would get along OK and we did.  Remember you still owe me a blow job,” he said as he departed for his room.

“You’re on,” I replied, “but you have to take care of me too.”

The remainder of my stay was filled with many more orgasms.  I think we fucked in every position imaginable.   When Mrs. Dooley paid me I don’t think she realized the bonus I received.

r guy was suffering from congestive heart failure and was to weak to help himself. Assisting him was normally the was the job of my nurse's aide but I genuinely liked the guy so I didn't mind to doing it myself. While I worked, we chatted about politics, his life, and so forth until the family stopped by for a visit. His son Kenneth had brought his wife and daughter along.

Ken, as I was going to call him, was a slim man with blonde hair and glasses, very polite and quite sociable. His wife, Amanda, was an actual knock out with long auburn hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through, and a shapely figure crested with a pair of beautiful round breast. Somewhere on the large end of a c-cup if I had to guess. (Not that I purposely gawk at other men's women, but she always wore a low cut dress or shirt that displayed her chest prominently. What else could I do but look?) She was far more quiet than her husband, seeming to let him do most of the talking, while she just smiled and listened. Then there was, of course, Lauren. A thirteen year old clone of her mother as far as appearance. All of those striking features of her mom in the beginning stages of development.

I was just into the shaving portion of his bath, when they came in. Ken insisted that one of the family should assist me in the process since he planned to take his father home to live with him when he was released. To my surprise, it was the thirteen year old who volunteered, a far cry from the average youth.

"Are you sure you want too?" I asked with some concern," Phil's whiskers are hard to cut with these dime-a-dozen safety razors. Besides you have take special care not nick him"

"I don't mind," she said with a smile,"Anyways, I want to help in caring for grandpa as well."

"Phil is it alright if with you?"

The old man smiled proud of his granddaughter, "Sure Mike, anyone willing to help this old fellow out is fine by me."

So we commenced in shaving my patient, with me mostly directing Lauren's work. I was pleased to see she was careful and tender with her grandfather. It seemed as if the old man was going to be in good hands. All faired well, until she leaned in to the bed to get the hair on his upper lip. Wearing a loose summer shirt, it opened it up at the front giving me a near perfect view of her breast just shy of the nipple. They were round, full, and almost as big as her mothers. Jesus, I thought, she isn't wearing a bra . I, being the decent kind of guy and surely not someone who would get kicks out of an underage peep shows,  turned my head away, averting my eyes . I remember being extremely glad that the parents were out in the hall, currently talking to the doctor, not here to witness this moment of indiscretion. Thankfully, Phil too was oblivious, too weak to look anywhere but up at the ceiling. Lauren noticed my flushed face, and asked if I was alright.

"Yeah, I’m... just fine. It's that," I turned to her trying very hard not steal another glance at her bosom, but I failed miserably. "Your shirt."

Realizing what was happening, Lauren quickly yanked her top closed. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the razor she held to her grandfather's upper lip, and nicked it terribly. As a cut on someone’s face always seems to do, it bled in a terrific manner.

"Oh God, I...I.." she stammered her shame now replaced with horror.

I quickly snatched up some Kleenex and pressed it to wound. "It's alright, dear. Just tell my aide to come in here. Everything’s going to be okay."

I was half lying. The wound wouldn't kill Phil, but in his poor state it most likely wouldn't heal well either. It would be nasty a scar that remained for the rest of his days.

She quickly obeyed and darted out the door. What followed was a small commotion, I like to think of as organized panic. The overly concerned doctor, and my head nurse came into the room asking a million questions, trying to make sure what happened wasn't a malpractice suit in the waiting. Luckily, the laceration wasn't too bad, and all it required was a butterfly stitch which he had to wear for 4-5 days. That, however, didn't help poor Lauren, who was crying at the end of the event.

"I'm so sorry," she pleaded, "I didn't mean it."

I shot up from my bed, wild eyed with terror. I felt a dampness on my penis and for a terrible moment, I believed I was still in the hospital, just minutes away from being arrested for statutory rape. It took a second longer for me to come around, but I wasn't glad when I did. My mind went back to that unreal experience. Dear God in heaven, I thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I just fantasized about face fucking a little girl barely through of middle school. I again felt the dampness around my groin, and immediately threw back the sheets. In the morning light, the cloudy white substance that covered the sheets and me was unmistakable. It had been more than a decade out of puberty and here I was a recipient of a benefited wet dream. Christ, wasn't this shit impossible for a man in his twenty something’s!

Ken took me aside and asked me what happened. Thinking a white lie might salvage this situation I said, "Honestly, Ken, it wasn't her fault. She was doing just fine until Philip went into one of his coughing fits. A really bad one at that. His head just jerked back and the worst possible moment. Things like this happen to the best of us."

Lauren overheard me, and was little astonished at what I was saying.

I added directing my attention to the girl, "Lauren hun, accidents do happen. Don't let this setback stop you from helping your granddad. He is going to need all of you guys from this point on."

She nodded, realizing the prudent thing was to leave certain details out, "Ok."

"Don't be too shaken up," I pressed earnestly," It isn't your fault, I mean it."

With that she smiled,” Thanks, Mike."

Soon the three of them left, and a little while after that I finally headed home for the late evening. Eventually, I got to bed and thought over the day's event in that window of time before sleep. I really did admire, Lauren for her stewardship of her granddad, and hoped she wasn't scared off by her accident. My mind then wandered back to the moment when I caught a glimpse of her, replaying it over in my head. The last few months my libido was pretty much nonexistent, and mind unintentionally fixated on Lauren. Worse yet, I was beginning to feel the stirrings of arousal, and my dick began to hardened. Disturbed, I turned myself over, and tried to banish the incident from my conscious mind. Eventually, I succeeded, however, when sleep took me, my unconscious was far less prudent and my secret urges were revealed.

I was back on the hospital wing heading into Mr. Reddington’s room. It was time again to clean up the old man so I had a wash basin and rag in hand . I opened the door expecting to see tired ole Phil, but I instead was greeted by the sight of a smiling, vibrant Lauren lying in his bed. The head was raised, and a white sheet draped her front as she was looking at me expectantly. "Is it my turn for a sponge bath, Michael?" she inquired innocently.

"Yes, it is hun. You don't mind if I do it... I could have one of the female staff-"

"No, its ok, I would like you to wash me, please."

" Alright." I set my things down and moved to pull the bed sheet away from her. Slowly, I exposed her chest all the way down to her belly, just stopping short of her hips. Her nipples were small and erect in the cool air, and I realized her breast where about the size of her moms, however, on her small frame they looked a little bigger. I traced my eyes down her petite form to just where the bed sheet stopped. There I could see just the smallest wisp of brown pubic hair. Probably not long grown in.

" You’re so beautiful," I remarked.

"Thank you," she replied, "I'm glad you like my body."

I readied the basin. Soaking the cloth in the warm soapy water, I brought it to her breasts and gently massaged them through the material. In response, she pushed herself into my hand and began to gyrate with my motion. I worked the cloth over and underneath her bosom, finally grasping one by the underside. Cupped in my palm, I squeezed it gently, lifting it up on her chest. Obviously, I was no longer washing but rather fondling a young girl.

"Yes, play with me," she cooed, " Do what you want. I am all yours. "

I reached over with my free hand and took her other tit, pressing the two of them together. With her nipples almost touching, I leaned and suckled one then the other. I followed this by running my tongue along the bumpy surface of the areoles causing her to groan with lusty approval. While I was nursing off the young girl, my erection tented out the front of my scrubs.

Lauren, noticed this, reached over and grasped my member through the fabric, "Oooo, I Michael. Please, let me see your cock. "

At her touch I gasped, and relented my attention to her chest. I was unable to respond with anything more than a groan. I pulled the elastic band of my pants down past my groin and I was amazed to see my penis as it sprung out. It was now a full seven inches rather than my normal six, and on top of that, it was circumcised much like in the porno films. Lauren traced her finger on the underside of my dick from the base to the head. In response, precum slowly trickled up from the slit. She then grasped the neck and inched her head down until her lips was a breath away from the tip. Sticking her tongue out she slid it along the vertical divide, lapping up the fluid. I shuddered uncontrollably in response.

With her large brown eyes she looked up at me. Holding my gaze, her power over me was so immense that I couldn't look away, "Michael, do you want your cock in my mouth?" she asked as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Please," I whispered. My equilibrium was shot and I could hardly remain standing.

She smiled demurely, “I’m sorry I didn't understand you. Could you say that again?"

I groaned with need, "Please...suck me."

She ran her hand up and down my cock in a slow stroke, her smile growing wider, clearly enjoying this game, "Suck what?"

"Suck my..." It was hard to speak as my breathing was labored and heavy, "Suck my dick."

She tisked me and chided, "You want a little girl like me to suck on your dick. Suck on it until you empty all your cum into my mouth." In response, more precum bubbled up from my head which she immediately licked off as well.

In my frantic mind, rage danced madly with arousal. I was halfway ready to take this little cocktease by force, "Yeessssssss!" I hissed angrily through my clenched teeth, "I want to fuck your sweet doll face! Fuck it, and not stop until I blow all load into your mouth."

Her smile shrank away, taken aback but what I said. Her lips pouted, and disappointed that the game was over she remarked sarcastically, "Ok, I will only since you asked so nicely."

   And with that she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I felt her warm tongue run up and down the tip. Leaning forward she took more of me into her moist confine stopping just past the back of her tongue . She then slid back sucking as hard she could all the way, her cheeks compressed on the sides. Stopping shy of the ridge of my head, Lauren again and again repeated this motion, gradually picking up the pace. As she orally caressed my member, she uttered low guttural groans of delight with the sensation of her voice pleasuring me even more. Every now and then, she released my dick with an audible pop, and licked and suckled my purple head with abandon. The sound was akin to the smackings of a child with a lollipop. After not to long, the underage blow job became more than I could take and I felt the beginning of climax overtaking me. My whole body tensed, and like a pro Lauren drove my shaft deep into her mouth. I cried out so loud that people could her me on the other side of the ward as my ejaculate sprayed the back of her throat. My legs gave out from under me and I seized the side rail to hold my self aloft as Lauren continued the oral sex. Shot after shot of sperm was expelled and swallowed, as the adolescent milked every last drop from me.

When it finally stopped, she released me and I fell forward, splaying myself across the her lap. She ran her fingers in my hair, and then leaned forward and whispered huskily. "I'm all yours, Michael. Do what you want."

I then heard the inevitable twist of the door knob, followed by the room door swinging open. Next came a gasp of astonishment from my charge nurse, as she saw one of her staff with his pants around his ankles, across the lap of a nude thirteen year old, with trickles of cum leaky from both sides of her mouth.  

I shot up from my bed, wild eyed with terror. I felt a dampness on my penis and for a terrible moment, I believed I was still in the hospital, just minutes away from being arrested for statutory rape. It took a second longer for me to come around, but I wasn't glad when I did. My mind went back to that unreal experience. Dear God in heaven, I thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I just fantasized about face fucking a little girl barely through of middle school. I again felt the dampness around my groin, and immediately threw back the sheets. In the morning light, the cloudy white substance that covered the sheets and me was unmistakable. It had been more than a decade out of puberty and here I was a recipient of a benefited wet dream. Christ, wasn't this shit impossible for a man in his twenty something’s!

The voice of my midnight lover came to me again, almost no more than a ghostly whispered, "Do what you want ." it insisted.

I grasped my forehead more than a little disturbed.

"Shit.", I remarked to no one in particular

 

 

  Coming soon... part two, where I struggle to keep fantasy from being reality.

 

un: yes">  He entered, came to attention and saluted.  I returned his salute and he said his names was Chief Petty Officer Jones.  He informed me that the base commander had sent him to bring me to his office as soon as I docked.  I turned the ship over to my executive officer and followed him to his car.  After getting in the car I asked him if he knew what this was about.  “Not a clue, sir.”  We arrived at the CO’s office in about 5 minutes and I entered.  Captain Johnson and I have been good friends for almost 5 years.  We play golf together and go fishing together.  He normally tells me to come into his office by bellowing, “Kelly!  Get your ass in here!”  Today, I was told by his receptionist to wait.  I saw an orderly enter with a coffee service and the receptionist told me I could go in.  This felt strange.  I marched straight to the prescribed two paces from his desk, stopped and saluted.  “Lt. Commander Kelly reporting to the base commander as ordered, Sir!”  He returned my salute.  “Relax, John.  Have a seat.”  He motioned for me to sit in an overstuffed easy chair next to the coffee service.  He poured us each a cup of service and took the other chair.

 

“John, I was visited two days ago by an attorney from Houston.  He wants to see you as soon as possible and left this letter for you.”

 

I opened the letter and it said:

            Sir:

            I regret to inform you of the death of you great uncle, Daniel King.  As his only living relative, you will inherit his entire estate and portfolio.  Please contact this firm at your earliest convenience.  There are many legal requirements that will require your presence.

 

            Very sincerely yours,

            Robert Watson, esq.

 

“I’m sorry for your loss, John,” my friend and commanding officer said. 

“Thank you, sir.  I didn’t know him.  I met him a few years at a family reunion for my mother’s family just before my parents were killed in the car wreck,” I replied.

“John, I know of that law firm and it’s a very prestigious firm.  They handle only the richest of clients.  They specialize in corporate law and have some of the country’s best financial advisors.  You take some time and go down to Houston and see to your uncle’s will and come on back.  However, if you are going to inherit as much as I feel, you can come back and resign your commission.  I would appreciate you doing that here if that is your decision.”

 

I cleaned up and made the call to Houston.  He asked me to come down in two days and plan to spend most of the week with them.  He gave me an address where my uncle kept an apartment in the city and told me the security code for the elevator and apartment door.  He told me to check in with security at the main entrance before going to the elevator.  I drove down to Houston that afternoon and found the address.  It looked like a commercial building, but I parked out front and went to the front door.  It was after 6 pm and the door was locked.  A speaker came to life and the voice said, “Good evening, Mr. Kelly.  We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow evening.  Please come in.”  The door clicked and I pulled it open and entered the building where I was greeted by a security guard that looked like a US Marine except he was wearing a suit.  He identified himself as Harry and worked for a firm owned by my uncle.  “I was sorry to hear about your uncle, sir.  He was well liked by all of us.  Please carry this pager with you whenever you are in the building.  It contains a small radio that also displays your location.  You will be given a permanent device when you meet with your attorneys tomorrow.  That device is good wherever GPS can be detected.” 

 

The “apartment” was the entire top floor of the building and something one would see in a movie.  Definitely masculine with lots of wood and leather.  The chairs were large and looked comfortable.  The wet bar in the corner would match any hotel’s bar and was solid marble.  The view out the windows was not blocked by anything.  I felt hungry and looked for the kitchen.  When I found it, I also found a note that said the cook was on duty in her apartment and if I needed her to press the red button on the wall next to the refrigerator.  Since I am limited to only bacon and eggs, I pushed the button.  In about 5 minutes a door opened into the kitchen and a rather small, very pretty Latin lady entered.  She was about 5 feet tall and weighed about 110 pounds.  She had a nice figure and her appearance was immaculate. 

 

“Señor Kelly, I am Ruby,” she said.  “I am sorry about your uncle.  I felt deeply about him and he always treated me well.  I am your cook and am on call 24 hours a day.  If I am not here, my replacement will be.  What would you like for your evening meal?”

“How about a steak.  Medium rare, and any kind of potato except mashed.  Any vegetable except hominy or peas.  Can you do that?”

“Si, señor.  It will be ready in about 15 minutes.”

 

The meal was worthy of any restaurant I had been in.  She fixed baked potato with a cheese sauce and bacon bits, glazed carrots, and cream of broccoli soup.  She even had fresh baked rolls.  It was delicious.  After dinner, I sat in the office and looked through the desk.  Very orderly and told nothing about him except that he was organized.  I continued looking around and found a safe.  It was unlocked and empty.  In the closet were about 40 suits, dress shirts, ties, and as many pairs of shoes.  The suits were all tailored and fit remarkably well.  The shoes all appeared to be new and were my size.  I went into the bathroom and decided to take a shower.  When I stepped out, my clothes were gone and there was a robe and slippers waiting.  I put on the robe and when I went into the bedroom, Ruby was turning down the bed.  “I thought you were the cook,” I said.  “I am the cook, but I also take care of other needs for you.  I don’t clean.  Not even the pots and pans I dirty.  That is Maria’s job.  My job is to take care of you.  If you wish I will even go with you to Venezuela.” 

 

“I’m not going to Venezuela.”

“Oh, si, señor.  And to Argentina.  I went to these places with your uncle.  He likes my cooking and other talents so I even went with him on his ship once but he normally takes the lady and her daughters that live in the house in Venezuela. ”

“My uncle is married?  I thought he had no other relatives.”

“No señor he is not married.  The lady and her daughters work for you, now.  She takes care of the cooking and her daughters take care of the cleaning.”

“What did you mean when you mentioned a ship?”

“Your uncle has a ship in Venezuela.  It is a big ship with bedrooms for 10 crewmembers and sleeps 16 guests.  The master bedroom is very big and has a very big bed and two bathrooms.  There is a beautiful dining room on the main deck, and a very big TV on the deck above.  I have only been in the bridge on the top floor once, but it is very impressive with radar screens, radios, and lots of things I don’t understand.  There is a bench to sit on where you look down on the instruments and it makes into a bed.  There is a bar behind this and some tables and chairs where people can lay in the sun.  It is magnificent.” 

 

She asked if I would like a nightcap before bed, and I told her I did not drink.  “I think I am just going to bed.  It has been a long day.”  She reached over and started untying my robe.  “What are you doing?”  “It is okay señor.  This is what I do for your uncle.”  I told her I could undress myself and she laughed and said her uncle was better at undressing her than himself.  With that comment, she walked over to a chair and removed her dress.  She was wearing thong panties and no bra.  When she bent over removing her panties she showed me a gorgeous ass.  Her legs were perfect.  When she turned around I saw she shaves her pubic area and her breasts were very small but absolute perfection.  Her pussy lips protruded and I became instantly aroused.  She walked over to me and pushed my robe back off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor.  When she felt my erection she stepped back a step and looked down at me.  “Oh my!  You are so much larger than your uncle.”  She reached over and took me in her hand and slowly guided me to the bed pushing me down on my back.  She leaned over and took me into her mouth and slowly worked up and down taking more of me each time until I felt her chin on my balls.  With that she proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever experienced.  In the position I was in there was no way to reach her.  I wanted to get my hands on her tits and that ass.  I looked down and the mirrors on the closet doors gave a perfect view of her sucking on my cock.  Her breasts were swaying with each motion and her ass was moving back and forth.  It was a beautiful sight.  I felt my orgasm building and warned her, but she just continued with the same motion until I erupted into her mouth.  When she finally drained me, she raised up and started crawling toward me straddling me.  Her breasts, though small, were sliding over my abdomen up my chest until she was positioned on all fours with her small face over mine.  I reached for her breast and with the other hand pulled her down to kiss her.  Her tongue was very active and she did know how to kiss.  I pulled her up some so I could kiss and nibble on her breasts while I took her ass cheeks in my hands.  I brought my hand between her legs from behind and started teasing her pussy lips with my fingers.  This brought a gasp from her and she raised up to give me better access to her.  I continued to nibble and suck on her breasts and found her clit with my fingers.  Rubbing and flipping her clit with one hand, I inserted a finger in her vagina with my other hand.  She started moving with me becoming very aroused.  Suddenly she rose up very quickly causing me to lose contact and she moved back and dropped down on my cock.  It slid into her with no effort and she pushed down while raising her body up to get my dick all the way into her.  She sat up and pushed down further onto me.  She sat still for a moment telling me that she had never had so large a penis as mine inside her.  It stretched her two ways at once and felt wonderful.  Then she started squeezing and releasing her vaginal muscles milking my dick like she was gripping me with her hand.  She did not appear to be moving at all, but she was fucking me all the same.  I could not take any more and grabbed her.  I flipped her onto her back and started stroking into her with long and slow strokes.  She was so tight and so small I felt like a dirty old man fucking a little girl, but it was wonderful.  I increased the tempo until I could not go any faster.  Her breasts were moving a small amount, but they were too small to bounce and sway.  She screamed and grabbed me around the shoulders while throwing her legs around my waist and started pumping back at me matching me thrust to thrust.  I exploded into her with the most intense orgasm I could remember, yet I kept thrusting and pounding her pussy as hard as I could.  Finally I was completely drained of energy and I collapsed upon her.  I lay there for a couple of minutes trying to get my breath back.  I rolled off her to one side and she was looking at me with total satisfaction on her face.  She closed her eyes and appeared to be asleep.  I moved down the bed and started kissing her just above her slit.  She jumped with every touch but did not open her eyes.  I worked down until I had her clit under my tongue.  I applied pressure with my tongue to her clit and moved it around.  She twitched and jumped and moaned but still did not open her eyes.  I stretched the skin tightly over her clit and started flipping my tongue back and forth and swirling it around her clit and I could feel her orgasm building as she started moving her hips back and forth, up and down.  Her orgasm came so suddenly she jumped and sat straight up in the bed yelling, “Oh God!” 

 

As she cooled down, she lay back and her breathing returned to normal.  “Señor,” she said, “That was the best sexual experience I have ever had.  Your uncle was kind to me, but he never brought me to orgasm except on a couple of occasions.  Thank you so much.”  She went to the master bedroom and I heard the shower.  I walked in and joined her.  We washed each other, soaped up and slid against each other rubbing and arousing.  I turned her around and reached around her washing her breasts while she pressed back against me moving her hips against me until I was, once again, hard.  I bent her over and took her from behind.  It was slow and sensual.  She hung on to the faucets and I slowly and deliberately stroked until I had a deep, calming orgasm.  This brought her to orgasm again, also, but it was also a light calming orgasm.  We again cleaned each other and stepped out of the shower.  We dried each other and while she was drying her hair I got in bed.  She joined me shortly and snuggled up to me.  I slept the sleep of the innocent.  No dreams and awakened fully relaxed.  Ruby was not in the bed but I could hear water running in the bath.  I sneaked into the bathroom and saw her bending over the tub wearing that same wrap-around light gray dress.  I crept up behind her and reached around her grasping her breasts while pulling her back into my erection. 

 

I knew I had made a mistake as soon as I felt the full breasts in my hands. She yelped and I staggered back as she turned.  It was not Ruby!  She looked at me and started laughing.  “You thought I was Ruby, didn’t you?” she asked.  “Señor Kelly, I am Maria.”  She deliberately looked down at my crotch.  “Ruby said you were larger than your uncle.”  Suddenly I realized I was naked and grabbed a towel to cover myself.  “Where is Ruby?” I asked.  “This is her day off.  I take care of you when Ruby is not here.  She should have told you.”  I told her she did mention it, but I wasn’t prepared for what that meant.  She told me that this would be a busy day for me and she had laid out my dark blue suit, a while shirt and a red tie.  She placed my underwear, socks, and black shoes next to the valet in the corner. 

 

“Maria, where did all these clothes come from?  Was my uncle and I about the same size?”

 

“No señor, you are taller and thinner than your uncle.  He had these clothes made for you about a month ago.  When he died, his clothes were sent to a charity and your clothes were hung here waiting for your arrival.”

 

“How did he know my size?’

 

“I do not know.  He had a way of finding out anything he wanted.”

 

She dropped her dress and said, “Now let’s get into the tub.”  She was naked, also shaved, but had full breasts, about a 32B, small waist, and also looked about 18 years, as did Ruby.  She took my towel, hung it on a ring and stepped into the tub holding my hand.  I followed her and we sat facing each other as she turned a knob that started a spa massaging us with the water.  She was beautiful sitting there with the bubbles breaking around her breasts.  Her nipples were large and protruding.  She reached under the water and pulled up one of my feet and began giving me a pedicure.  When she finished the one foot she pulled up the other and continued the pedicure, except this time she was moving her foot back and forth against the inside of my thighs finally moving against my manhood.  She finished the pedicure and said she needed to do my fingernails as she moved closer bringing her legs apart and sliding closer to me with her legs around my waist.  She worked on my nails holding them against her breasts.  I slid down the tub a bit and could feel my cock against her as she was starting my other hand.  Since I had a free hand, I started rubbing her breast and massaging it.  She didn’t miss a beat giving me the manicure, but when she finished, she tossed the equipment into the corner and slid toward me impaling herself upon my dick.  She grabbed me by the arms and slid on the bottom of the tub forward and backward fucking me in a way I had never imagined.  The pressure of the water between us and the pressure from the spa was wonderful.  The sight of her breasts riding on the water as she moved back and forth was spectacular.  She pulled herself hard upon me and started humping with a passion as she came.  Her breasts were in my face so I helped myself as I also came.  We sat there for a minute and she rose stepping out of the tub.  “Come on out or you will be late for your appointment with the lawyer,” she said.  I got out of the tub and she helped dry me.  As I dressed, she dried herself giving me some wonderful views and she slipped into some panties and wrapped the dress around herself.  She slipped on her shoes and stepped over to me untying the knot in my tie.  “Here, let me do that,” she said while tying a perfect four-in-hand knot.

 

Just then the doorbell rang.  “They’re ready,” she said.  I went to the door and two men in suits were there.  “Mr. Kelly, I’m William and this is Robert,” the first man said.  They looked like recruiting posters for the US Special Forces, except they were in suits.  I could see a bulge under the left arm of one of them.  “Okay, William.  But just who are you?”  “We are always near, sir.  We have the room across from your entrance and monitor the stairs, elevators, and hallway outside your suite.  We will escort you wherever you go.”  “Who do  you work for?”, I asked.  “You, sir.  You own one of the best security services in the world and are under contract to them to furnish bodyguard services for special people.  You are the best contract.  Best living conditioning, and best food, also.” 

 

Bodyguards.  What next?  We went to the elevator and Robert entered a code opening the door.  Down to the limo and over to the lawyer’s office, I suppose, but instead we went to another building and up to a suite that you would see only in a movie.  “Where is the lawyer’s office?”  I asked.  Robert smiled.  “Sir, your lawyers come to YOU.  They do not summon you.”  He looked at William and said, “I’m going to love working for this guy.  He doesn’t know how to be rich, yet.”

 

A middle-aged blond woman entered through a door I didn’t even see with a coffee service with bagels, cream cheese, and butter.  “Mr. Kelly, I am Angie.  If you need anything just press the white button on your phone and I will help you.”  With that she left.  When she shut the door, I had difficulty seeing it due to the perfect workmanship of the wood grain in the paneling.  “Well guys, want some coffee and bagels?”  William said, “Sir, we are the hired help.  The coffee and bagels are for you and the lawyers coming.”

 

“Bullshit!  If you are going to put yourself between me and any perceived threat, you you can damn well share my coffee and bagels.”  With that I pushed the white button and told Angie to bring two more cups and another pot of coffee.  “Okay.  Now fill me in.  You are either military or ex-military.  Unless I miss my guess, special ops, or something similar.  I have worked with your type before and if you know what to look for, it’s apparent.”  William explained he had been a Marine in recon and Robert had been a SEAL.  “What made you leave to come here?” I asked.  “Sir, the kind of action we have seen lately gave us all the excitement we needed for a bit, and the kind of money your uncle pays – paid – us was just too good to refuse.”  Angie came in with the cups and pot of coffee.  I offered her a cup and she smiled saying she had some coffee at her desk, and the gentlemen were here.  William and Robert started to leave, but I told them to take their coffee and they could sit at the table in the corner.  They took their coffee to the table, but when the lawyers entered, they never took their eyes off them.

 

The lawyers began.  “Mr. Kelly, before we begin, I need the pager you have.  This is the one you are to carry with you at all times.  Eventually this will be explained to you by others.  You are the sole beneficiary for your uncle’s businesses and estates.  Our firm handles all the legal matters in the United States, and also act as financial advisers for all funds that move within the US and it’s territories.  When you go to Venezuela, you will be met by Señor Ortega who is your main corporate lawyer for the Latin American and South American countries.  Most of your finances are handled through Venezuela for tax purposes.”

 

“Just how much am I worth?” I asked.  “We don’t know.  You have assets in Switzerland, throughout South America, and even in Russia.  Mr. Ortega will have all the figures.  Here in the USA your wealth about 3 billion.”   “THREE BILLION DOLLARS?”  “Yes sir.  There are some papers for you to sign, and I assure you everything is in order.  We have been your uncle’s lawyers for almost 40 years and he trusted us completely.  I hope you will, also.”  Three billion dollars,” I thought.  “Fuck the Coast Guard.  I am going to retire.”

 

We spent the next 6 hours signing papers and having Angie notarize them.  When we got to the assets here in the US he told me I had a large estate just north of Galveston with a deep water dock.  I owned three buildings in Houston and another in Galveston.  There were living quarters in all these buildings.  “Tell me about the ship,” I remarked.  “The ship is 55 feet long, steel manufactured – not fiberglass, three decks with a bridge deck.  There is a crane on the foredeck equipped to pick up your Land Rover and place it on the deck where it is chained down and a waterproof garage bolted around it.”  They said Uncle Dan only used it once and said he would just rent a car wherever he went.  The ship could be handled by two people but best if there are three.  It has only one diesel engine and the steering was magnetically connected so the prop could be rotated 360 degrees.  With the bow thruster, the ship could move sideways.  The engine and steering was manufactured in Galveston.  The ship was about 5 years old and had the latest electronics, two radar units (one for distance and one for close) satellite communications and weather reports.  It is literally state of the art. 

 

I am to meet with Mr. Ortega in 10 days and did I want him to come here, or go to Venezuela?  I told them I would go there, but first I had to resign my commission and get released from the Coast Guard.  I would call them to set up the meeting with Mr. Ortega.  They left and William and Robert came over.  “How did I do?”  “Pretty good, boss.  The lawyers wanted to take control of the meeting, but you kept control and told them YOU would set the meeting with Ortega.  You’re going to do okay.”  I asked them if their passports were in order and they were.  “Okay.  I’ve got to go to the base and get some paperwork done and find me a couple of guys for my crew.  I’m sure there is already a crew for the ship, but I want my own guys.”  When we left the building, they turned away from the direction I expected to go.  Robert explained they were heading for the airport to take me back to the base.  We pulled up to a hanger and Robert pushed a garage door opener and the hanger doors opened revealing two airplanes and a helicopter.   “Let’s take the helicopter, boss.  It’s makes a better impression.”  We got into the helicopter and took off.  Both Robert and William were multi-engine, jet, commercial rated.  Both could fly the helicopter and also had water landing aircraft endorsement.  As we approached the base, Robert called for clearance to land at the base.  When he was told landing here was denied, he gave some kind of code to the control tower and they immediately gave clearance to land.  William laughed and called him a name dropper.  We landed at the heliport and a limo was waiting to take us to base operations.  We were met by a full captain I did not know.  

 

“Sir, I am Lt. Commander John Kelly stationed here and I am here to resign my commission.”  The captain returned my salute and said he knew who and why I was here, then stepped around me.  “Good to see you again, Snake,” he said as he shook Robert’s hand.  “Thank you sir.  A little different from the last time we were together.”  “No shit, Snake.  That was some shit storm we were in.  Lucky we got out in one piece.”   “I take it you got my wire we were coming and the circumstances behind all the secrecy.”  “Yes we did.  John’s separation papers are completed and awaiting his signature.  Come with me, gentlemen.”  We went into an office where two men in suits were waiting.  “Commander, this is special agent Smith and special agent Jones.  Not their real names, of course.  They need to fill you in of a couple of things that you need to know and agree to.”  Agent Smith began.  “William and Robert are part of our team, and your uncle had many of our people on his payroll.  He allowed them to work in various parts of his vast organization and they pass us information we want.  Your ship is actually part of the Naval Reserve fleet, but no one outside this room knows it.  It contains equipment that our men know how to use and the equipment is kept in some of the crew’s quarters.  There will always be two of our men with you wherever you go.  They are always armed and are experts in hand-to-hand combat.  If you agree to continue with your uncle’s work your country would be grateful.” 

 

“Sir, I would do anything for my country, and this is no exception.  Robert and William can fill me in as needed.  However, I also came here to find two crewmen for the ship.  I had in mind CPO Calvin Lewis, who is due to retire soon, as chief of the boat, and also to find a good diesel mechanic who also knows electronics.”

 

The captain, whose name I never heard replied, “If Chief Lewis agrees, he is yours.  Officially he will be retired, but unofficially, he will be called up into the regular Navy as long as he is with you.  You will pay him his wages, and his Navy wages will go into his retirement account.  The same as for Jonesy.”  Jonesy?  Who the hell is Jonesy?

 

Chief Lewis reported to the office and smiled when he saw me, but looked smug when he saw everyone else.  “Chief, I have become immensely wealthy.  I have resigned my commission and have a ship.  I would like you to run it for me as my executive officer.  You will be paid the same rate as a full Commander in the Navy.  You will have free room and board and full retirement after 20 years.  I also need someone who is a magician with diesel engines and knowledgeable with electronics.  He gets the same deal except he will be paid the rate of Lt. Commander.  Know anybody that can do that and willing to come to work for me?”  “Yes sir.  Jonesy.”  When I looked surprised, he told me that he and Jonesy (CPO Nathan Jones) had already been briefed by the Captain and they accept the generous officer.  “When can you be ready to go to Venezuela?” I asked.  He said they would be ready to go tomorrow morning since they were already packed. 

 

Thus ends part one of “Becoming Rich”  Part two starts in Venezuela.