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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
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   The weeks following the conclusion of the sale were hectic.  The
government came back with a contract for us to build the product, but there
were some things we had to do first.  Bob and I talked it over and invested
$500 Million each in the company, converting it from a partnership to a
corporation.  We issued ourselves 45% of the pool of stock and reserved 10%
for other purposes.

   The FBI did background checks on all of our existing employees,
including Bob and I, and weeded out a few who didn't pass muster.  Mei,
Wei, Sun and Jun then did their own background checks, weeding out a couple
more.

   Speaking of the girls: I was able to talk the INS and the State
Department into issuing them H1 visas, allowing them to stay in this
country as my employees.  They too had to undergo the FBI's background
checks, but there wasn't much they could add to what the girls told them
freely, and since they had proven their loyalty to me, it was hard to argue
about letting them work for me.

   At my insistence they even formed their own little consulting firm, and
took on the company's security set up as their first gig.  The first thing
we did upon forming their company was to set up a retirement plan for them.
As long as I lived, they wouldn't have anything to worry about.  If
something did happen to me, however, I wanted to make sure they were taken
care of, without having to wait for my will to go through probate.

   Until we got the plans for the product back and went into production, I
was in no more danger than anyone else, since there was no one from whom to
collect a ransom if I got kidnapped, and nothing to gain by killing me. 
This left the girls with time to work on the company's security, though
they never let up on my training.

   With four of them working me over, I was starting to look more like an
Olympic athlete than a corporate executive, but I loved the ease of
movement and the assurance with which I could take on almost any physical
task.  In addition, Sun and Jun proved to be just as inventive as Mei and
Wei at providing 'incentives' for me to do my best during our workouts, and
most days' workouts ended in sweaty fuck-fests.

   It's truly amazing the sexual combinations that can be achieved with
fourteen holes and five poles!

   The girls were amazing in their thoroughness and insight when it came to
setting up the company's security policies, procedures, and installations.
They went over the architect's plans for our new building with a
fine-toothed comb and insisted on a number of changes.  By the time they
were finished, we could have held off an army of Ninjas without breaking a
sweat.  Tanks would have been only a little more trouble.

   People being who they are, they don't like change.  When the girls
tightened up security, the employees, especially those who had been with us
for a while, grumbled and complained, even going so far as to stop me in
the hallway to let me know what a pain it was.  I listened, and made
reassuring noises, but always left them with the understanding that when it
came to security, they'd better do what the young ladies said.

   When I wasn't in need of their immediate presence, one or the other pair
of twins roamed the building, letting people see them checking anything and
everything.  Privacy?  Not in THIS workplace buster!

   The government sent in their own security people, and while I was happy
to use the free manpower, they could find no way to improve on what my
ladies had put in place.  In fact, they wanted to license some of it to be
used in other facilities.

   All this, of course, was preliminary to the main event - our actually
starting to manufacture our own product.

   We remained closely held.  Though we allowed our Board of directors to
dole out small blocks of stock, Bob and I remained the majority stock
holders.  The thing about Bob and I was that we agreed on only one thing;
That as long as we could talk to each other we could work everything else
out.  On virtually everything else, we started out at opposite ends of the
spectrum.  We would begin what everyone else thought was an intense,
subdued argument, and by keeping our egos out of it, through our magical
process, we would work out a compromise that was usually better than either
of our original ideas.

   It took others a while to recognize the value in this, but soon, we
noticed the same process occuring throughout the company.  Meetings, at
times, looked like war zones, but the rule was that nobody left until a
consensus had been reached.  This sort of confrontational creativity even
became formalized in our hiring policy: If a candidate was too much in
agreement with the hiring manager's ideas, he brought nothing but a pair of
hands to the department.  What we needed were minds that were capable of
thinking for themselves!

   A few months after we moved into our new facility, we began work in
earnest on developing our product to the government's bureaucratically
exact specifications.  About the same time, Mei, Wei, Sun, Jun and I moved
into a very large mansion in the middle of a little over a hundred acres of
land.  We had located and purchased the place several months earlier, but
the girls wouldn't allow me to move out of my Palo Alto place until they
had secured the new 'palace' to their satisfaction.  By the time we moved
in, there were five escape tunnels, each excavated by a different
contractor hired from far away.  The security system could have eaten the
threats we faced in Palo Alto for breakfast, and even the landscaping had
been modified to suit the girl's needs.

   There were only two ways to get near the house without crossing at least
two hundred yards of close-cropped lawn that sloped gently away from the
house.  Beyond that perimeter were woods, grasslands, dense scrub, you name
it, except that there was nothing within ten miles that overlooked the
house.  There were two dense hedgerows that came right up to the walls of
the house on either side and the girls tended the hedges with loving care.

   The secret of these hedgerows was that because they were set at right
angles to the house walls and were so impenetrably dense that they would
provide no cover for a stealthy approach to the house, since there were
windows and cameras overlooking both sides of them.  The other secret was
that they were actually a double row of bushes with a low, foliage lined
tunnel between the rows.  These tunnels ended at what looked like a pair of
'doggie doors'.  The girls had built these themselves.  They were little
more than sturdy hatches that allowed a small person to slip, undetected,
from the house and down the hedge tunnel to get behind most potential enemy
positions.  I took to calling them the girls' 'sally ports' after the small
doors once built into castle walls for a similar purpose.

   About the time we moved into the 'Castle', the nature of my workouts
began to change.  We had, of course, worked at a number of kidnap
scenarios, but now, we seemed to be practicing protecting someone else.

   'Okay,' I thought, 'I suppose it's possible someone could try to kidnap
me and demand ransom from the company.  So why are we training as if
someone else would be the target?'

   Increasingly, I was becoming part of the defense team for another
person, but who?  As I've said before, I don't think I'm very stupid, and
eventually the little light went on in my brain.

   "Okay," I said, as the five of us filed into my brand new gym one day,
"Which one of you is pregnant?"

   Mei and Wei did their look-and-smile routine, and Sun and Jun gave each
other a little secret fingertip-touch, that I had come to realize was their
equivalent of Mei/Wei's smiling at themself.

   Wei took a step forward and said, "We weren't sure how you would react,
Steve.  We weren't even supposed to be capable of getting pregnant, but it
seems there is yet more for science to learn about the human body.  I am
pregnant."

   She stood with head bowed as if awaiting punishment.  "This will cause
problems for your security.  If you so order, I will have the fetus
aborted."

   I pulled her face up to mine with a finger crooked under her chin, "You
will do no such thing!  Do we know yet who the father is?"

   Mei answered for her sister, "Science is not all that far off the mark.
There has been no paternity test, but it is highly unlikely that any of us
could have fathered a child with anyone, for a number of different reasons.
If you prefer, however, we can have the test performed to remove any
doubt."

   I studied their faces for a moment, then bent and kissed Wei gently on
the lips.

   "That won't be necessary."

   I had decided that it would be my child no matter who the biological
father might be.

   My workout that day had a distinctly different flavor to it.  For some
reason, the girls seemed to want to touch me a lot.  It wasn't so much
sexual this time, more like they just wanted to be close.

   Wei's pregnancy was relatively uneventful.  She fretted some over the
necessary restrictions to her activities, and poor Mei had to share her
discomfort, but Sun and Jun stepped forward and took up the slack, while
still finding time to be solicitous of the mother to be and her
longsuffering sister.  I, too, was fretful.  This was a very busy time at
work and threatened to keep me away from my 'wife' at an important time in
our life.

   I finally pulled rank and set up an office in our home.  The girls
assisted in creating a secure connection to our network.  The venue for all
meetings of which I was to be a part was changed to one of the dining rooms
in our home.  I was still busy, but this way, at least, I could take little
breaks to check in with Wei.  This was of little material value, but all
the girls seemed to appreciate the fact that I went to the trouble to try.

   Truth to tell, it eased my mind to know I was but an intercom call away,
in case labor started early, or problems arose with Wei's pregnancy.

   I had been thinking about the situation for some time, and one day at
dinner I addressed the girls.

   "There is something I've wanted to discuss with you since I learned that
Wei was pregnant." I began.  As CEO of a burgeoning company, I'm accustomed
to public speaking, but this speech had me more on edge than any I had ever
delivered.  "If the laws of this country would allow it, I would propose
marriage to all four of you.  Since I cannot legally do so, would you -
Mei, Sun and Jun - have any objection to my marrying the mother of our
child?"

   Sun and Jun's arms moved, and I guessed their fingers were touching
under the table.  They replied in unison: "None at all, Steve!"

   Mei looked at her sister, then replied, "I think that would be
wonderful, Steve, but I think my sister has a different point of view."

   I raised an eyebrow in Wei's direction.

   Wei's head was lowered when she spoke, saying "I am honored beyond
expression, Steve, but I cannot marry you."

   My heart was about to burst, but I tried to keep myself in control. 
"Will you tell me your reasons?"

   "Of course." she answered, finally looking at me "I am a bodyguard,
Steve, YOUR bodyguard.  That is what I was created for and what I live for.
I will try my best, with the help of the others, to be a good mother to our
child, but I cannot further separate myself from the others.  We can only
be effective as a team if we are all the same: Same status, same rank, same
duties, and a team like ours must be close-knit.  I can share the role of
mother with the others, making it less of a divisive factor.  I cannot
share the title of 'wife', and at some point, even if I share the role,
that title will cause problems within our team.  I hope you understand, and
can forgive me!"

   I gazed at her stricken face for a long moment before swallowing my
emotions and replying, "There is nothing to forgive, Wei.  I have no desire
to separate you in any way from your sister and Sun and Jun.  It is only
that I am so honored by your bearing my child, I hoped to find an equal
honor to bestow on you."

   She reached across the table and squeezed my hand, saying, "You have
done so, just by asking.  Our employment with you has been the best time of
our lives, and I think Sun and Jun would agree.  To know that you are
willing to marry one of us gives us, who have difficulty finding
acceptance, comfort beyond measure.  You, however, must find and marry
someone else."

   Stephanie (the girls decided on the name), was born a tiny, perfect girl
with a shock of fine black hair, wide, almond eyes, and a seemingly
perpetual smile.  When I first saw her after they had cleaned all the
residue of birth from her scrawny little body, I thought she must have been
made of baling wire and old leather.

   She instantly became the center of our world.  Wei, with the amazing
healing power designed into her genes, was back in fighting form in no time
at all, but because of the extra hormones in her body, we worried that
Stephanie would suffer ill effects from her milk, and didn't know whether
it was safe for her to breast feed.

   We discussed it with the Doctor, and after much debate and analysis, he
recommended that since the baby had thrived within and been born healthy
from Wei's hormone laden body, it would probably be okay for Stephanie to
feed from her mother.

   Steph proved to be a prodigy in a number of ways.  She was quick and
agile physically with exceptional strength for one her age, and her mind
kept pace with her body.  By six months she was walking and getting into
everything imaginable.  By one year, she was running, climbing, and
speaking in sentences.

   One pair of twins accompanied Steph wherever she went, leaving the othe
pair to guard me.  When we were together, the four girls reconfigured
themselves to protect the two of us.

   It seems a blur in my mind, but somehow, during Stephanie's first two
years, we got our first product release out, and thanks to Bob's insistence
on a development process that exceeded the government's requirements for
quality, the post-release bugs were few and minor.  Suddenly, the world was
an open book to our security agencies.

   Sometime after her first birthday, Stephanie became a regular at our
workouts, watching intently and even copying some of our movements.  We
discussed it and decided we weren't going to hide our sexuality from our
daughter, so she got a good deal of her sex education at the same time. 
Answering the inevitable anatomical questions was tricky - we didn't want
to deceive her, but some concepts had to be simplified for a young person's
mind, even one as sharp as hers.

   One day, without being asked, Steph joined in our workouts - not in the
sexual activities, mind you.  Even at that age she was smart enough to
realize that those were adult activities not suited to her small body.  She
was an eager participant in the exercises, though, running alongside me on
the treadmill, doing situps, pushups, weights, and anything else for which
we could find equipment in a suitable size for her tiny body.  She also
participated in our hypothetical scenarios whenever we had a use for a
small person as either a bystander or a kidnap victim.

   Since she had half my genes and was fully female, she didn't have quite
the strength and stamina that her mother and aunts had exhibited at her
age, but she was far beyond any normal year-old child, mentally and
physically.

   One day, when Steph was a little past her second birthday, Mei, Wei and
I had taken her to the park to play.  My earpiece came alive as Mei
whispered, "Watch the guy in the windbreaker!"

   He WAS getting a little close to the play area where Steph and a number
of other kids were playing, and we closed in on him from three directions.
Before we could get to him, the guy grabbed Stephanie from the slide as she
sped downward, and headed toward the woods.

   Unfortunately for him, I was between him and the woods, and the silenced
Glock in his face was a bit of a deterrent in completing his journey.  He
must have seen Mei and Wei closing from the other side of the play area as
he snatched my daughter, because he already had a revolver pressed against
the side of her head.  That was all that kept me from pulling the trigger -
his reflexes might have caused him to shoot Stephanie, even as he died.

   I quelled the fear for my little girl that threatened to overpower me
and said, as calmly as I could manage, "The only way you get out of here
alive is to drop your gun and let the girl go!"

   Stephanie, surprisingly, just watched me.  No screaming, no struggling,
just waiting.

   "I'll shoot the girl if you don't drop your gun and let me go!" he
cried. He must have been watching too much TV.

   "If you harm her in any way, you die." I held the Glock steady.  "If you
try to leave, you die.  If you do anything besides dropping the gun and
letting her go, you die."

   "You'll be responsible for her death if you don't drop your gun and let
me go!" he screamed, not liking the way this was going "Do you want her
blood on your hands?"

   "No.  YOU'LL be responsible for her death if you pull that trigger." I
replied, swallowing the bile that tried to rise up in my throat, "Only you.
And you will die."

   This wasn't the way things went on TV.  I was supposed to give in and
let him go off with my precious Stephanie so he could demand money for her
return, or worse?  I don't THINK so!

   "Look, buddy," he said desperately, "I was going to demand a Million in
ransom.  Just give me whatever cash you have on you and let me go!  I swear
I'll let her go!"

   Though tempted, my training held and I shook my head, saying, "I told
you how you can get out of here alive.  Drop the gun.  Let her go.  Those
are my terms for your life."

   That was when he did what my speech had been intended to make him do. 
He started to aim the gun at me.  As soon as the barrel was well out of
line with Stephanie, two things happened: Stephanie raised her leg and
kicked the guy hard in the crotch with her heel, and three weapons put
three slugs in his brain from three different directions.  Mine was a
little high - forehead instead of face - because the head was already
pitching forward from the impact of Mei and Wei's bullets before my
reflexes caught up with theirs.

   Stephanie hit the ground running a second before the guy's knees got the
message that there was no longer a brain controlling them and folded,
letting the lifeless body collapse in a formless heap.

   I knelt to catch my daughter as she ran into my arms.  Soon, three pairs
of arms were hugging her and three pairs of lips practically smothered her
with kisses.

   "Are you alright, Steph?" I asked, worriedly.

   "Of course, Daddy!" she replied cheerfully, "It was just like when you
and Mommy and my Aunties practice!"

   "You weren't scared?"

   "No, silly!" she laughed, "I knew you and Mommy and Auntie Mei wouldn't
let anything happen to me!"

   "Do you feel bad that the man got killed?" I asked, concerned about her
emotional state.

   Stephanie leaned back a little in my arms and gazed steadily at my face
before answering solemnly, "I feel sorry that he tried to do a bad thing,
but since it was his decision to do a bad thing, and he could have killed
me or you, it's better that HE got killed!  He chose to go to war and he
lost.  I am sad, but only because he was stupid."

   "Where did you learn all this?" I asked, amazed.

   Steph's smile lit up her face again and she replied, "From Mommy and my
Aunties!  They are very smart, you know!"

   I hugged her again, and gave Mei and Wei a grateful glance, "Yes they
are!  And we're very lucky to have them!"

   Some parent who had been videotaping his kid playing at the playground
had caught most of the incident on tape, and had gotten rich selling the
tape to the networks.  By the time we got done giving the police our
reports and got home, the gate to the estate was clogged with news
vehicles, photographers, and hangers on.

   Sun and Jun appeared and gently but firmly cleared a path for the limo.
I had Mei, who was driving, stop just inside the gate, and, with Sun and
Jun for crowd control, stepped through the pedestrian gate to face the
cameras that I knew I'd have to answer to sooner or later.

   I held up my hands for silence, and when the noise abated slightly, I
said, "I'm going to make a statement, but I need to be with my daughter
just now, so your questions will have to wait 'til later."

   I had to hold up my hands again to quell the protests, but they finally
died to a level over which my voice could carry.

   "Someone tried to kidnap my daughter today." I looked around at the
expectant faces behind the microphones and camera lenses, "My bodyguards
and I were able to prevent his escape and recover my daughter safely.  In
the process, we killed the kidnapper.  I want everyone out there who might
be entertaining any idea of getting rich by kidnapping Stephanie to
understand that this is the fate you invite.  I will not pay a cent of
ransom, and anyone who attempts to kidnap or harm anyone close to me, in
any way, will die!  Be very clear on that point!  Your only reward for your
efforts will be death!"

   I gazed at the shocked faces of the reporters in the total silence that
followed my announcement, then turned and joined my family in the limo as
the questions exploded out of them.

   Watching the news later that night, I felt a sick thrill run down my
spine as I realized why the throng outside my gate had been so shocked. 
Instead of the urbane corporate executive that everyone usually saw, the
person addressing the media was a hard-eyed killer.  As I watched myself
issue a threat to the world, I felt both fear and satisfaction.

   There would be no doubt in anyone's mind that I meant what I said, but
was that the real me?  Had I become that hard, cold, killer?  I suppose
that, when it came to Stephanie's safety, I would always be that person.

   Just to be sure, I hired a child psychologist to work with Stephanie, to
make sure there was no lasting emotional damage.  Stephanie played her like
a fish on the hook for a while, before deciding she was okay, then she let
her down gently.

   "Your daughter is VERY intelligent!" Ms.  Judy Tolliver told me,
laughing, after her session.  "And if there's emotional damage there, I
can't detect it.  That is an exceptional young lady!"

   Ms.  Tolliver was quite attractive, and wore no ring on her left hand,
so I invited her to join us for dinner.  Stephanie had taken a liking to
her and asked to have her visit more often.  Since I too enjoyed her
company, and she developed a genuine rapport with Steph's Mom and Aunties,
I had no problem inviting her.

   I won't go into detail on the whole courtship, but at some point, I
realized I had fallen in love with Judy, so I proposed.  She started to
reply, but I put finger over her lips.

   "There are some things you need to know before you answer." I said,
hoping she would be able to understand.

   "Such as?" she asked, curious, but not too worried.

   "You know, from your conversations with Stephanie," I said, "about her
Mom and Aunties' unique physical characteristics?"

   "I gathered that they are dual-sexed." she said, "but they seem well
adjusted, and not self-conscious about it."

   "That is part of what gives them their unusual abilities as bodyguards."
I continued, "Another part is the unusually high levels of hormones that
their bodies produce."

   She looked at me expectantly, blue eyes wide, enquiring.

   "Because of that, their sex drive is very high." I watched her face for
a reaction, "If they have sex with anyone outside our little group, they
expose themselves, and ultimately, Stephanie and I to external threats. 
They try to alleviate this by having sex among themselves, but my agreement
with them is that I will participate in sex with them as often as I can. 
That's how Stephanie came to be."

   "I see..." she bit her lower lip, then looked into my eyes, "And you
want to continue?"

   "I both want to, and have an obligation to them to do so." I replied,
trying to keep my voice steady.  This was shaky ground in our budding
relationship, and I really hoped it would stabilize quickly.

   "And if I marry you, will I be expected or obligated to participate?"
she asked, her voice neutral.

   I couldn't read her face, so it was with some trepidation that I
replied,"Not unless you want to, Judy.  I will not hide these activities
from you, because we need to not have secrets from each other, but you need
not join in unless you want to."

   "Let me give it some thought, Steve." she said, still not showing
anything in her voice or expression.

   I started to speak, and she put a hand gently over my mouth, "I will not
talk about this with anyone else, Steve, don't worry.  I've seen the
relationship you share with those lovely girls, and I know they're much
more to you than just as Bodyguards.  Let me sleep on it, and I'll give you
my answer tomorrow."

   Cliche though it may have been, we were married in June.  Our honeymoon
to a virtually deserted South Pacific Island was heavenly.  The first
night, Judy and I got to know each other sexually.  She was not a virgin,
and we found great pleasure in each other's bodies.  At times we were
gentle, caring lovers, and at other times, wild animals in heat!  I
introduced her to anal sex, and soon she was raising her soft buttocks to
meet my every thrust, urging me deeper and begging for me to fuck her
harder.

   When dawn came, and the sun's golden light washed through the open
window of our little honeymoon hut, I gazed at Judy's peacefully sleeping
face, surrounded by a disheveled mass of honey blonde curls and knew I had
made the right choice.

   The second night, and the rest of the honeymoon served to prove me
right. Sun, Jun, Mei, and Wei joined us, and Judy found as much pleasure in
their unique attributes as I.  I'll never forget the sensation of kissing
my new bride passionately while sliding in and out of her tight, buttery
sheath as Jun plumbed the depths of her newly opened butt, and Mei
vigorously pounded my more experienced ass!

   Judy thoroughly enjoyed the experience of having a pair of small,
hard-nippled breasts pressed against her pale, pink-tipped mounds as their
owner's cock drove deeply into her willing pussy!  She also got a kick out
of watching me get double-ended by the girls' big cocks while the other
pair were busy ravishing her nether openings, front and rear!

   Our couplings were numerous and productive, and by morning, it was
imperative that we change the cum-and-sweat stained sheets, lest we stick
to them!

   Judy stirred, gazing around her in the morning light at the tangle of
bodies, then turned to me and smiled wryly, saying, "Some family we've got
here!"

   I smiled back, kissed her tenderly, and replied, "Yeah, ain't it?"

   And where was Stephanie in all this?  Why, watching, of course, until
she got bored and curled up on the loveseat to sleep peacefully through the
rest of the warm tropical night.