Adventure Stories For Boys
San Pedro
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Story Codes: M/tg, Anal, Oral, Romance, Pedo, Transgender [b2g] and non-sexual Violence
Synopsis: When Pete's ex-wife calls for help, the former Navy Seal and recently paroled convict has to find his little girl and bring her home, but his real mission turns out to be something else entirely.
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Copyright 2008-2009 Rachael Ross
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Another Friday night, and getting late too. I called Florida. She was a hot little brunette who worked the quickie mart where I bought my gas and beer. She'd given me the eye and then her phone number. A few hours later she'd given me her cute little ass.
"Hey, baby. What ya doin'?" I asked her, feelin' my dick growing hard just hearing the bitch's voice.
Three years in lockup will do that to a guy. You'd be amazed the shit you miss. Pussy? Hell yeah. Tits and ass and legs too. Every poor son of a bitch misses that shit, but mostly I just missed hearing a woman's voice on the telephone.
I'd been a good guy once. A Navy Seal for twelve years, kickin' ass in the dark, in places you never heard of. I'd gotten out and joined the force, Seattle's Finest, and had my gold shield after four years. Detective 2nd grade and that was pretty good. But I'd had a bad shoot one night. Black kid robbing a drive thru on a bicycle, what a fuckin' moron, and when I'd caught up with him, he'd pulled a piece. Or so I'd thought. Turned out he was sportin' a pellet gun. Didn't matter to him though. I'd put two hollow points center mass, just like I was supposed to, and he'd gasped just long enough to hear me say, "Oh shit."
It was a bad shoot, in Seattle anyway. Lots of politics involved too, like always. Maybe in Los Angeles they'd give me a medal for it, but I got seven years in Walla Walla. That was a light sentence, believe me. If I'd been on that jury? Fuck. I'd have put me down for life. I dreamed about that stupid kid most every night and I knew I'd see him again someday. Every Seal knows you put an innocent man in the ground and he'll be waiting for you in hell.
My wife at the time, what a fuckin' whore, she dropped me quick. I got one visit from her and then one from her lawyer. In the meantime I was getting fucked in the ass. Cops ain't real popular in prison; least the movies got that right. I only got it a couple times though. I wasn't anybody's bitch and after I took out the honcho fuck who led the party, I got my respect. There's about a hundred ways to kill a guy, I'd used the most painful one handy. A quick shot to the larynx as I walked by his cell. Crushed the fucker's throat like an eggshell and he took awhile to die. Locked in his cage, rolling around on that cold cement floor, wondering why he wasn't breathing anymore.
Yeah, the word got out quick then. Don't fuck with San Pedro. I used to be Pete, but not anymore. San Pedro. You go to prison, shit, you're reborn.
So, back to Florida, all smiling and shit over the phone.
"Awww...you shoulda called before! I just started coloring my hair," she giggled cause she was a kid. Just eighteen to my forty; I coulda been her daddy.
"You're bullshittin' me," I snorted. "You color your hair on a Friday night?"
"Well...yeah," more giggling. "Red," she sighed and I figured she probably looked good like that.
"So? I'm coming over anyway. I'll rinse it for ya."
"Okay!" Florida was easy, like white on rice, and she'd never fuckin' change.
All I had to do was whistle and she was there. I was seriously thinkin' about marrying the girl too. She'd go for it. I didn't love her, but I didn't bullshit her neither and Flor had the hots for that shit anyway. I just needed work first. Real work. Short order cook at the local Denny's wasn't gonna keep her around, not when she finally grew up.
"See you in twenty, baby...Hey..."
"What?" she asked and I could hear that smile. Man, I missed that shit.
"You color your little puss too, eh? I like my girls all natural," I chuckled, knowing she'd fuckin' do it too.
Florida giggled and I hung up the phone...just in time for it to ring.
"Yeah?" I didn't get a lot of calls.
"Peter? It's me. Stacy..." My ex-wife, and I had a real love-hate thing goin' with her.
"What is it, Stace?" I gave her a sigh, like I wasn't gonna fix her fuckin' sink cause she was lonely on a Friday night.
She liked to play that game, the horny slut. And I'd fallen for it twice already, going over, playing husband one more time like there was a chance. I'd fucked her brains out and she'd said goodbye. Twice. Like all I was good for was being a dick when she needed one.
That's what love does to a man and I was stuck with that bitch in my heart forever.
"It's not me, it's Elle," Stacy said quickly, and she sounded a little worried. That got me up.
"What do you mean?" I gripped the phone a little tighter.
Ellen was my baby, the only one I had, and she was just fifteen then and hated my guts. But I loved her from a distance, close as she'd let me anyway, and that's another fuckin' story altogether. Daughters and prison don't mix. Even less than prisons and wives, if you can believe that. It took almost four years before I got my parole and Elle had gone from a baby to fifteen just that quick, growing up without a daddy. That was water under a fuckin' bridge.
"She's gone. She's out with these boys, some guys from school. Nubby, I think, or Knobby…one of them and…they're trouble, Pete. I told her not to go and..." my ex-wife went on, getting it all out of her system.
Sometimes I missed the teams. When we got a mission the orders didn't come with a whole lot of crying. I listened for about three minutes before I'd had enough sniffling about how bad these friends were and how much Stacy had told our daughter not to go. It wasn't getting me out the door.
"Right," I finally cut her off, "I'm on it, Stace. Just leave a light on. Where were they going?"
"The Point, I think," my wife said. My ex-wife, shit.
"Okay," I nodded and that wasn't a big place.
"Oh Pete, I'm so worried about her," Stacy told me. "Bring Elle home, okay?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "See you soon."
I hung up the phone and rubbed my head, feeling my flattop bristle. I kept my hair short cause it looked good like that for one thing, but also because long hair ain't nothing but bad in a fight. Flor liked it anyway, along with the muscles. That girl could spend an hour just playing with my chest and abs, cause this old Seal was still ripped.
I benched 550 for fun, but for working I liked 250 pounds, a dozen dozen every day along with all the other lifting, and a nice 5 mile sprint to get the day started. Weekends I spent in the water, doing thirty kilometers in the pool on Saturdays, and twenty miles open water on Sundays. Rain or shine, fair or foul, I loved the water and it never hurt so bad as Hell Week at Coronado. Treading that cold Pacific for twenty-four straight had been the warm-up at BUDS. After that it got tough.
So I was going on a butterfly hunt, rescue a hostage with weapons tight. Too bad. Stacy made those boys sound like real gang-bangers, some little bastards who could use a good scare. Nothing like blowing a silenced H&K ninety-six to bring the soul closer to God. Ah, what the fuck. I'd bring it anyway. You never know what's gonna happen and for all I knew the guys had their own hardware. But that was just making excuses, mostly I missed the weight.
The Point was out in West Seattle, a big park the kids liked to use for their parties. I'd been out there plenty of times as a rookie cop. The new guys always got the shit jobs and hassling a bunch of doped up kids wasn't anybody's idea of a good time. Now I was back, looking for one little girl out of a hundred and I coulda been helping Flor dye her pussy red. What a load.
I tucked my ninety-six in the webbing beneath my jacket. It was a scary looking piece, a black 9mm machine pistol with a silencer as long as the barrel and twice as big around. Laztec sight mounted underneath and thirty-six rounds in the magazine. On full auto that piece would spit the clip in less than four seconds. It violated the hell out of my parole and I'd be going back for a long time if I got caught with it, but I'd done a risk assessment and my little girl was worth it.
"Hey guys, you know this girl?" The party started a block away and three boys were smoking some weed in their car.
"Ah, no man," the kid behind the wheel looked at the photo I was holding.
"Nah, wish I did," one of his friends laughed. "She's hot."
And I walked away.
I spent forty minutes walking around the park, asking kids if they'd seen my Ellen. There were a lot of them out there, teenagers drinking and smoking, making out and having a little rave down by the water. The music was going and there must have been a couple hundred of them jumping around with their glitter and glow sticks and all that funny shit. The place was loud and some guy had a van driven up on the grass, opened up with a DJ booth inside, if you can believe that. It wasn't like the parties when I was kid.
"Yeah, go Nubby…Give it to her…Nail that shit, Nubs…" I heard laughing voices, male voices coming from the parking lot and I got perked.
It wasn't too bright there, all gravel with cars parked helter skelter. Fuckin' kids pulled their cars in every which way. It was gonna get ugly when the party was over, but that wasn't my problem. I could hear some whimpering, some little girl crying, and Nubby was nailing her to the bumper it sounded like. I came around quick and there were three of them, tough punks in leather jackets, holding forties and laughing while a fourth banged some little girl from behind, bending her over the hood of an old Camaro. Sweet little car that.
"Ellen?" I walked right up like I owned the place, my left hand behind my back, hiding the pistol.
"Who the fuck are you?" one of the boys asked and I didn't slow down.
Shit happens quickly, too quickly for most people, but if you know what you're doing it's like time just slows way down. Some of that comes from training, a lot comes from experience, and some of it is just who you are on the inside. The good operators have a real genius for this kinda shit and right about then I was feeling like fuckin' Mozart.
I grabbed the boy by the balls, the one asking the stupid questions, and pulled him off his feet, carrying him right along with me. I had my Ninety-six pressed against Nubby's skull before the kid could even get his dick out of the twat he was bangin'.
"Stop," I said real peaceful to bad boy number three, a skinny runt wishing he was tough and taking a slow step towards me. I think he pissed himself about then. I know number four did, cause he was holding his wee-wee while he ran off. He'd seen enough.
Nubby had stopped moving quick and I wondered if he hadn't had steel on his skull before. I looked over his shoulder and caught the girl's face in profile, she wasn't my Ellen. Some little heartbreaker in blonde pigtails and dripping mascara. She was crying, bent over on her belly, and her skirt was up and her panties down and there was some blood on the inside of her pale thighs, looking black in the moonlight.
"Who the fuck are you?" Nubby asked the same stupid question and his voice had a little quiver in it.
"I'm the guy with the gun, stupid," I tapped his head with the barrel and let go of the other guy's balls. He was about to collapse and my arm was getting tired from holding him up.
"Get out of here. You and you…beat it. Not you, Nubby," I said. "Are you Ellen's boyfriend?"
"What?" he swallowed hard.
"Ellen…You know her?" I pulled the picture out of my pocket and held it in front of his face. "This girl? You seen her?"
The slut on the car was whimpering and starting to move, but none of this was taking very long.
"N-No…" Nubby shook his head, "…I don't…Yeah, I seen her before."
"I bet you have. Where's she at?" I tickled the boy's ear with the ninety-six.
"I dunno, here someplace!" Nubby was blinking hard. "She…She split, took off, I dunno where."
"You sure?" I asked, but he wasn't lying.
"P-Positive," he nodded.
"Alright, get the fuck out of here," I tapped him on the side of his head with the gun. "Go on, run…"
He did run too, shoving his soft prick in his pants and looking behind him like he might almost want to say something.
"Ohhhh…" the girl was moaning a little, sniffling and pushing herself up as she turned around. "…Thank you…"
"Shut-up," I laughed. "You're not done yet."
"Wha…What…" she gasped as I pushed her back down, putting my gun away and freeing my cock.
"This town's really goin' to hell, ain't it?" I shook my head as I realized the little girl on the car was a boy.
Her little dick was hard too, pressed between her thighs and pointed back at me. Sexy little balls too and that florid pucker of her anus winking wetly and hungry for more. Must be something in the water, I figured, or more likely that faggot music they all listened to nowadays. Didn't matter though, this baby bim was sexy as hell and I'd done my share of little girls, one more was just gonna feel good. Even if she was a boy.
"…are you doin', mister?" she whined, not really trying to get away neither. She knew what she wanted.
"Shhh…This'll just take a…ugh!…minute!" I grunted, thrusting my fat cock inside her wet asshole hard and she screamed.
Nubby hadn't been very big and I felt that little girl like the virgin she almost was, hot inside and wet with Nub's fuck juices like she'd been waiting just for me. I slammed my long cock into her and grimaced slightly as I felt my swollen cockhead hit bottom in her immature rectum. She wasn't very deep at all and that just made it better as I went to work on the girl.
"Ohhh…P-Please…Owww…Ow! It hurts…Ahhh…Owwww…" She writhed beneath me, pounding her little fists on the back of that car and her short legs were off the ground, kicking like crazy.
"Jesus, you're fuckin' tight!" I groaned and it was like fucking a thimble. Her ass clamped down on my dick like she was gonna break me off and take me home.
"Ohhh…God…God…Ahhhh…No…Owww!" She was a noisy slut too and juicing hard, despite all her protesting. That pansy prick of hers was drooling happiness.
She was getting off on it and girls are like that, some of them, the ones with little dicks in their panties for sure. She fucked good after a couple minutes and I was stroking her hard, slapping her ass just because she had a cute one. Nubby took her cherry, but I was the bastard who was eating it, and my dick was hungry!
"Yesssss…Oh yes…Oh god! Yes!" She smiled at me now, all dreamy and high on adrenaline and endorphins and the little cums that were knocking her silly ass left and right. Her sissy prick was making a real mess on somebody's paint job too.
"You like it in the ass, baby?" I asked, just cause I wasn't gonna waste a load if I didn't have to. I'd do her the favor though if she wanted me to pull out. She was pretty fuckin' cute.
"W-What…Yeah…Yesssss…Ohhh…Fuck me!" She didn't know what I was talking about.
I was gonna sperm her little teenage ass up good. Give her a real mess to clean up later and serve her right for being out here by herself. Serve her parents right too, stupid fucks. If I was this kid's daddy I'd have been walking around with a shotgun looking for her. That son of a bitch was probably home drinking beer and watching wrestling while some asshole was banging the shit out of his little girl.
"Ughhh…Shit! Here it comes!" I jammed my cock so far inside her I thought I was gonna shoot sperm out of her ears.
My balls jumped and my dick pulsed, and I was flooding that horny little hole good. It almost made the whole night worth it. I kept my cock inside her until I was done and I'd needed that bad. Her too and the little slut was smiling like heaven over her shoulder at me, getting those little shakes that made her sweet ass quiver around my dick hard. Man, I loved that shit.
"God! What's your name?" she giggled. "You wanna dance?"
"Heh," I slapped her ass sharply, getting big blue eyes and bit of tongue out of the bitch. "Go home. You're mama's worried."
"She don't care," the girl turned around slowly, rubbing her stretched anus and frowning at the blood. "Fuck! I'm bleeding!"
"Everybody does," I shrugged and she could take care of herself. She got this far and I was still on a hunt.
"Hey!"
"What the fuck you doing?" I laughed, cause that little whore had pulled up her panties and come after me, grabbing my hand like she owned me.
"Goin' with you!" she stuck out her little pink tongue at me. "Don't walk so fast!"
"You know this girl?" I pulled out the photo, stopping so she could look at it.
"Yeah, that's Ellie," the girl shrugged. "She's in my classes."
"Ellie huh," my lips curled down. "You seen her tonight?"
"Yeah, she's here someplace," the girly boy laughed and she was walking bowlegged. "You fucked me good!"
"You know where she is?" I asked, like we were playing twenty questions and the girl shrugged.
"Probably with her boyfriend, Scoobie."
"Scoobie?" I gave her a look. "I thought Nubby was her boyfriend."
"Huh?" the girl rolled her eyes. "Nubby's my boyfriend, well, not anymore probably."
"Sorry bout that," I snorted.
"He was a jerk anyway." she shrugged like it didn't matter. "You got a girlfriend?"
"You got a name?"
"Kissy, with a K." She moved closer, pulling my hand behind her so I'd grab her by the waist and she wasn't but five foot nothing.
"How else would you spell it?" I grabbed her then. Like ah, what the fuck? "Where's Scoobie?"
"He's got a van," Kissy said, kinda settling into me. "Says Mystery Mobile on it, with a Scoobie and Shaggy and…"
"Yeah, yeah," I shook my head. "Fuckin' cartoons."
"What's your name?" she asked, looking up as I looked around for vans.
"San Pedro," I said. "Take those pigtails out, you look like your twelve or something."
"I'm almost fourteen," Kissy frowned and then shrugged. "Okay."
"That it?" I jerked my chin at a van with Scooby on it, like there might be any doubt.
"Uh-huh," Kissy giggled. "It's rockin' too!"
"I see that," I frowned and I let the girl go.
Two assholes were standing by the back of it, the double doors closed and the springs squeaking. Somebody was getting a good time in there and I had a sinking feeling I knew who it was. I had the ninety-six in my left hand, low against my thigh, and I walked up with a smile
"What's goin' on in there?" I asked real friendly, looking at the van and the two guys were looking at me. They weren't kids either.
"You want some?" the guy on the left was wearing a red vinyl jacket, looking like he was twenty five maybe. "Twenty bucks a pop…Pop."
"BYOC," the one on the right grinned and he was a year or two younger maybe and he caught my questioning look. "Bring your own condom, man."
"Yeah, business good?" I wondered and Kissy had caught up with me and she'd seen the gun before, so she was being cool. Real cool for a thirteen year old and that was too much television probably, but not a bad little chickie, I thought.
"Hey Scoobie," she grinned at the guy in red. "Seen Ellie?"
"Ellie's in the van," Red laughed. "You wanna try some, baby? Let you in for a little blowwmmmphh…"
"How bout you blow this?" I had four inches of blued steel in his mouth. The other guy blinked and then he was reaching for a pocket and I shook my head. "Bad fuckin' idea."
I grabbed him by the skull and slammed his face against the van…BAM BAM BAM…Three good ones like I was the big bad wolf and then he dropped hard, leaving a big red splotch on Daphne's cartoon tits. I opened the door, keeping Scoobie's lips wrapped around my nine millimeter prick, and some asshole was staring at me over his bare ass. He had his pants pulled down around his knees while he fucked my baby on an old dirty mattress and I wasn't too happy about none of that.
"Get the fuck out, before I shoot you," I told the guy conversationally and while he was working on that I looked at Scoobie. "Selling my little girl's ass?"
"…mpph ummphh mphhh numph…" Scoobie was feeling talkative tonight so I just pistol whipped him for a while and that shut him up.
"Daddy?" Ellen sat up, looking like what she was, a junior high school girl who'd just pulled a train around the block. "Fuck! What are doing here?"
"I didn't know, man…" The guy who'd been fucking my girl started backing away and I wasn't gonna forget him, but now wasn't the time.
"Hi Ellie," Kissy smiled at my girl. "Wow! You're a mess!"
"Shut-up," Ellen said and then she blinked at me. "What are you doing here?"
Her long blonde hair was all over. Her blouse open so I could see those hard little tits all puffy and red, bruised with hickeys. Elle's pussy was soft and wet, those pink lips gaping and leaking man cum down her thighs as she crawled out of the back of the van. Her face was angry too, frowning at me as she looked down at the lump of blood pudding her boyfriend's face had become. Scoobie was curled up on the ground and crying softly. Kissy had her arm around me, staying real close now that the bad stuff was over and I really thought she liked that shit. Some girls do.
"Come on, we're going home," I jerked my head.
"What happened to Scoobie? You beat him up? You asshole! I hate you!" Elle was turning around, looking for her clothes.
"Yeah, yeah," I had the gun put away and I grabbed Ellen by the back of the neck. "You're a little whore now, huh? How much you make doin' that?"
"More than you do! Let me go! Ow…Stop it!" Elle was fighting, but I had a mission and it was almost over. "God! I hate you! Why don't you go kill somebody or something! Go die someplace!"
"I love you too," I sighed and that was my life in a nutshell.
Elle was a little slut, a little whore now, probably knocked up or worse. My ex-wife had to clean that shit up, Elle wasn't gonna deal with me. Maybe some dads know the secret of how to get back into a little girl's life after destroying it, but I didn't. I'd do anything for her, and I tried to tell her that, but she didn't even want to hear it.
Stacy saw the blood on my hands and closed the door.
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One last thing to do.
"Where do you live?" I asked Kissy and she'd practically curled up in my lap, playing with my cock while I drove away from my ex-wife and the little girl who hated me.
"Southside, out by King," she frowned up at me. "You ain't gonna take me home, are you?"
"Yep," I nodded, "I sure am."
"But I wanna stay with you!" Kissy blinked at me and that little slut was fine as hell with her hair down. She looked thirteen and she didn't, you know what I mean? There was something… "Please? I don't wanna go back there!"
"Sorry, kid," I sighed. "Your mom's probably worried as hell by now."
"She ain't!" Kissy pouted. "She's drunk again. Probably burnin' the house down."
"Heh," I shook my head. "We'll see."
"Yeah, you'll see," she agreed and my cock was hard as a rock while she was squeezing it. "I been waitin' my whole life for you."
"That right? All thirteen years of it?" I grinned down at her, sliding my fingers along her soft side, feeling her hip as she was curled under my arm.
"Fuck yeah," Kissy sighed. "I knew you were comin' too. Gonna save me and take me away. Nobody ever believed me, but I knew it."
"Yeah, I saved ya. Now I'm taking you home."
"You got a girlfriend, huh?" she sighed. "That's why."
"I got one," I nodded, thinking about Florida and her little red puss. "She's waitin' on me too."
"She don't love you though," Kissy was sliding her cheek up and down my chest. "But I do."
"You ain't old enough to love anybody," I laughed at her. "You got some row to hoe 'fore you get there."
"No I don't," she kissed me through my t-shirt. "Not any more."
"Shit," I sighed, looking at Martin Luther King Way in front of us. "Left or right?"
"Right, go down by the Seven-Eleven and take a left," Kissy looked around. "This sucks."
"Yeah," I nodded. "Shitty neighborhood. I used to patrol here."
"Please? I wanna stay with you, okay?" she asked again. "I'll take care of you. I can cook and clean and fuck and whatever."
"Ehhh…" I made a face.
"You seen me fuck!" Kissy bit her lip, making me wince cause I liked her a lot. More than Flor? Maybe. Fuck. She was just a kid though.
"How far?" I took the left.
"Down there, by the massage parlor," Kissy jerked her head. "The Vietnamese one."
"Great." This part of town was a shithole and I wondered what I was doing bringing her back here.
"I really do love you, San Pedro," Kissy said softly. "I always did, I just never seen you before."
"I ain't the good guy no more," I breathed. "That place?"
"Yeah," Kissy nodded and looked down, slowly letting me go.
"Come on," I started getting out of the truck and she followed reluctantly, scooting her ass along the seat and getting out the driver's side.
There was a ripped and rusty cyclone fence and a decrepit swing set tipped over on the dirty lawn. Some broken bikes and half a washing machine scattered around. Crappy house too, half brick, half graying paint flaking like dandruff on the ground. Dark windows, draped with blankets maybe and some shit music coming from inside. Kissy banged on the door for a couple minutes, til a deep voice started yelling.
"It's me! Open the door!" she yelled and then looked over her shoulder and I got all kinds of itchy.
"Who the fuck's that?" some big guy asked. Fat with a beard and tattoos all over. I knew guys like him from the yard.
"My new boyfriend," Kissy was tugging at my hand. "Come on."
"Boyfriend, huh?" the big guy wasn't moving and he wasn't happy. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I been getting that a lot," I said, mostly to myself.
"Get out of the way!" Kissy frowned at him. "God!"
"I'm just here to get her shit, bro," I told him softly. "In and out."
Kissy smiled when I said that, but I wasn't looking at her.
"In and out, yeah. I bet," he showed me his ugly teeth. "That's real funny, homo. Get lost."
"He's gonna help me get my stuff," Kissy said, kinda whining.
"Shut-up, bitch. Where you been anyway? Get the fuck in the house before I beat you." He started grabbing for Kissy and I grabbed the man's wrist, not hard, but letting him know he wasn't gonna touch her, not anymore.
"No," I shook my head, letting him go and Kissy was looking up between us.
"I sez yes," the man pulled out the gauge he had stashed behind the door, an old 870 with pistol grips and the steel cut down to eighteen inches. He held it up, tapping the barrel against his shoulder and smiling like he knew something I didn't.
"You gonna wait?" Kissy asked me, the hope in her small voice undeniable and I wasn't gonna leave any kid to live in a fuckin' crack house.
"You'll be waitin' all night, punk bitch," bearded guy said, looking at me.
"You need anything in there we can't get someplace else?" I asked and the girl shook her head.
"Not really," Kissy shrugged. "Let's go."
"Okay," I turned a little, ready to get her out of there.
"That's what I thought, faggot," the beard laughed and it kinda pissed me off. Especially when he was reaching for the girl again. "Not you, slut. It's past your bedtime."
I grabbed the barrel of the shotgun off his shoulder and clocked him on the side of the head with it hard, then yanked it out of his numb fingers. The guy was just coming to understand that he was in pain when I punched the bastard straight in the face with my fist still wrapped around the steel. That drove him back and I followed quick, giving him a vicious kick to the balls and then dropping the sawed off stock of that Remington hard on the back of his head when the guy went over. He was gonna be down for a few and a couple guys stared at me, crack heads, all droopy and sprawled on ratted out furniture.
"Who was that guy?" I wondered, stashing the gauge behind the seat and then letting Kissy crawl across the driver's side into my truck.
"My dad," she giggled. "That was so cool!"
"Dad huh?" I frowned at that and pulled away sharply; making a big U-turn so I could take her home. My home. This was fuckin' perfect, beating her old man's ass and she thought it was funny. Elle would probably giggle seeing my ass kicked too. It's a sick world that way and daughters are the worst.
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"My butt really hurts." Kissy was soaking in my bathtub while I sat on the closed lid of the toilet watching her.
"Sorry about that," I frowned. "That the first time for you?"
"Yeah," she giggled, with her legs all spread, fingering her asshole under the water gently. "Nubby said he loved me and I knew he just wanted to fuck."
"Him and his friends, eh?" I snorted. "You could do better."
"I am doing better, right?" she smiled at me and this little girly boy wasn't shy at all. I liked that. "Anyway, a girl's gotta have a boyfriend and I had him."
"I guess so," I shrugged.
"Now I got you!" Kissy stuck out her tongue. "Just, um, don't fuck me for a little bit, okay?"
"Don't worry. I ain't gonna hurt you, baby," I told her and I was wondering what the hell I was gonna do with a thirteen year old faggot girlfriend anyway.
"I know," she smiled and started playing with her little titties, making my dick hard. They weren't anything, just a flat chest all smooth and pale and glistening wet in the bath, but those cherry nips were puffy and tender looking too. They wanted to grow and she was sexy as hell like that.
"Come on. Gonna get you in bed now," I told Kissy, standing up and grabbing a towel for her. "Find some other way to make you feel good."
"Oh goody!" she giggled, rising slowly and I could see her little dick was hard too. A little stiffy all of four inches long maybe and pink with her sweet balls hanging low, dripping bath water. They looked feminine, if you can believe that shit. Not hair on them either, just soft smooth skin braced by a pair of creamy thighs.
I dried her off quick and then I picked her up. That little girly boy didn't weigh but ninety fuckin' pounds soaking wet, literally. Kissy put her arms around my neck, smiling into my eyes and my dick hurt, I was so hard right then.
"You're really strong, huh?" she bit her bottom lip, those blue eyes looking into mine.
"Yeah," I said, walking her towards the bedroom.
"Yeah," she agreed softly. "You can protect me."
I laid her down gently, so she was all damp and flushed, smiling on my bed with her skinny legs rubbing together playfully. I pulled off my t-shirt, giving the little girl a look at my hard body and she sighed, nodding her head. Kissy shoulda been in her bed at home, hugging a teddy bear and dreaming about kittens and ponies. In another place, another time. In another life where everything was fair and kids didn't grow up with crack whores for mothers and dealers for dads.
No wonder the boy was all fucked up, enough so he wanted to be a girl to get away from it all maybe. I took psych courses, it was part of SEAL training cause the mind is a weapon, the best weapon, but I wasn't no expert. I knew enough to figure out what was going on though, maybe. A kid growing up like that, with no love or attention, probably abused. Fuck. Kissy did what he had to in order to survive, like any animal would. People are animals, that's the golden rule and so long as you remembered that, it explained everything.
"God, you have a big dick!" Kissy was snuggled against me, her right hand working my prick up and down slow while I kissed her.
"You know a lot of dicks?" I chuckled and she almost blushed, but it wasn't in her to be shy.
"I seen a few," she grinned at me. "Not like this one though. I can't believe it was in my butt!"
"All the way too," I kissed her little mouth and she tasted sweet like bubblegum.
I pushed my tongue inside and she'd been kissed before. Her tongue squirmed all around mine. Kissy's fingers were digging into my shoulder, her hand squeezing my thick cock and giving it a nice pull. Yeah, Kissy had done this shit before and that seemed kinda unfair. She was so small and I held her tighter, wondering what I was feeling right then. I wanted her, yeah. I wanted to do all kinds of nasty shit with that girly boy, but there was something else too, way down deep like I didn't think I'd ever feel again. I tried not to think about it.
"I'm gonna suck it!" Kissy giggled a little breathlessly.
She kissed her way down my chest, dragging her tongue like a kitten across my hard body and that was special. I just watched, liking the way Kissy looked as she lay down on her side facing me. She had her left leg up, the top one, so I could see her hard little dick and soft balls lying on her thigh. That was sexy as hell and her chest was flat, no tits at all, just those puffy red nipples all hard and excited. Kissy was loving this, as much as I was, and she kissed the head of my cock with her closed lips.
I reached for the girl, stroking her blonde hair, pulling it out of those baby blue eyes so I could see them bright and shiny just for me. She didn't take her eyes off my face, not once while Kissy licked my cock all over, working that kitty cat tongue along the underside like it was a Popsicle ready to melt in her mouth. Her fingers wouldn't go all the way around my dick, that's how small she was, and Kissy stroked me slowly up and down, working the dark skin over the muscle beneath. Precum was drooling steady and the little pussy just lapped it up, swallowing the clear fluid down happily like thin buttermilk.
"You're my little pussy now, huh?" I chuckled softly and she giggled.
"Yeah," Kissy rubbed my cock across her lips and cheeks, teasing me. "I'm your pussy boyfriend, right?"
"My girlfriend," I decided.
"I like that better," Kissy smiled, moving her mouth down to my balls. "I wanna be your girlfriend."
"Ah, fuck it. Yeah, I'll keep ya." and then she was.