[UnitJonas]

Morgan could feel her heartbeat quicken as a familiar anxiety washed through her. She had felt it every time things started going too far, going way back to the moment when she let Ted see her undress on her webcam and Mr. Ely see her topless in the hot tub and especially entering the dressing room with Arthur. This feeling was like a drug, a very addictive drug. All the alcohol in her system would make it impossible to ignore.



Squiggy opened the bedroom door for her and held it as she entered first. Squiggy’s room was about what she expected, messy. A large bed, unmade with one corner of the bedsheet pulled off so you could see the crappy looking mattress beneath. Mismatched dressers with drawers open and junk strewn over the tops of them. She couldn’t see the dirty clothes in the dimly lit room, but she could smell them.



The voice behind her startled her. “There’s an old shirt on the chair you can put on for the moment.” She turned to him as he continued. “Just hand your dirty one and we’ll have you set up in a flash. I’ll just close this.”



She saw him step out of the room and close the door almost all the way. She turned her back to him and started to pull off her shirt. When she got it up to her eyes she almost lost her balance and had to grab the dresser. That’s when she felt his hands on her waist.



“Hold on there girl before you fall and crack your head open.” Daryl said as he steadied the young girl, surprised at assertiveness in grabbing her bare waist. Such warm soft skin. “Let me help you with this.” He added as took hold of the bottom of her shirt. Now, for the first time, he felt in charge. As he slowly lifted her shirt up over her head he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume the now bare skin released. A sense of control flowed through him. Yes, this girl was now his. He knew it for certain. “Just sit here on the bed for a few minutes,” he said as he guided her down.



Daryl stood back and admired the picture in front of him. No longer was this the vivacious teen at the school dance or the nervous cutie knocking on the school doors. She was now a shit-faced cutie sitting on his bed with her arms crossed over her chest in a vain attempt to hide her petite lavender bra. Her hair no longer perfect, her beautiful blue eyes glassy and unfocused, her body partially unclothed, her shirt in his hands.



“I’ll have this back in a sec,” Daryl said, holding up her shirt and added in his best Chinese accent, “Vee haf velly good service here. Ms. Healy. Leave here velly satisfied customer.”



Daryl backed out of the room and again partially shut the door. He watched her relax, hang her head and put her hands on the bed to steady herself. Just the sight of her in her bra almost caused him to cum in his pants. He couldn’t decide yet if the bra looked padded or not, but he knew he would find out soon enough. In the mean time he had to take a leak as there was certainly no need for any kind of interruption once things got started. Just as he was about to run to the bathroom he saw her lie on her side. It was so nice that she was getting comfortable on his bed. She might be there awhile.



Morgan lay on the bed trying to rationalize what was happening. Her heartbeat had slowed and for a moment sensibility crept back in. Despite being half naked she like she was burning up. Why was she here? She felt a small wave of nausea rise and she rolled more onto her belly. She thought that maybe he wasn’t a creep and would just let her go to sleep until she felt better. That was when she heard the door creek open again. Then her body lolled a bit with the unmistakable feel of another person lying on the bed. When she felt the rough hand on her shoulder her heartbeat once again began to race.



Daryl started slow, caressing her shoulders and upper back and whispered encouragement that she would feel better soon. Baby steps, he thought, just in case. He couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or not for the tangle of blonde hair across her face. There was no fat on this girl he noted. Her toned back and slight dimples of her spine were evidence of that.



The circles of his caresses grew larger, enough so that he was now going below her bra strap. But it kept getting in the way. He studied the thin strap to see exactly how it was clipped together, lord only knew how bra’s worked these days. But he could see it was just a simple hook. On the next pass his hand stopped and worked gently with the hook until it popped open. He felt his cock grow harder as it seemed to scream for attention. Again he watched her face for reaction as he let the straps fall to each side of her.



Morgan found that surprisingly his hand felt nice. He could actually make a living giving massages. When he popped her bra she caught her breath. “He’s stripping me,” was all she could think. Then she felt his caresses go further down, over the top of her skirt. With each pass, a tug, and her skirt pulled slightly higher. And then there was no more skirt left as his hand roamed solely on her butt. It was happening. The question now that invaded her mind was what. What things was he going to do to her? The only left between her and Squiggy the janitor was a thin pair of satin panties.



They were bright red with orange dots. “The only left between me and hot teen drunk girl is a thin pair of panties,” thought Daryl with an evil grin. He slowly ran his hand over her small ass gently squeezing each cheek in turn. The panties were not the super elastic type but rather satiny which allowed him nudge the edges inward, exposing more and more cheek. God it felt good to squeeze such a nice tight ass. But seeing how Missy Morgan isn’t too bothered by this it seemed as good time as any to take a dip in the well.



Daryl had to slide partially on the floor in order for his hand to properly reach under her. He laid his left hand on her back and his face on her soft ass. His right hand began stroking up her leg.



It was quiet in the house, so quiet she could her Squiggy breathing heavily. He also breathed comments, though she couldn’t always make out what he said. Although Morgan was on her belly she was still partially on her side such that her legs lay open scissored on the bed, feet hanging slightly off the edge. She felt Squiggy’s hand move quickly up her leg to her inner thigh. When she heard him breathe something about ‘sweet pussy’ she knew what was next. Then the hand of the dirty janitor was where it shouldn’t be. Instinctively she closed her legs.






“No, no, no, no, no,” whispered Daryl as his hand was forced away from paradise. He pulled his hand away and waited for Morgan to settle again. As soon as he did he tried to work his hand down there again. He tried moving her legs apart but they wouldn’t stay open.

Morgan wasn’t sure why she kept shutting her legs, probably because she was really quite drunk and her subconscious was still trying to protect her.



Quickly he reached down on the floor and grabbed a pillow out of the mess and placed it between behind her knees. This time when he opened her legs she couldn’t close them again. “That’s better.”



Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening and reality set in again. He was going to molest her. What if she didn’t want this to happen? What if she really was here looking for her phone and he got her drunk? He really would take advantage of her. He was going to put his penis in her no matter what. What if he decided this was okay? Would he try this on someone else? One of her friends? Would Darsey or Hannah or Mandy be stupid enough to fall for this? Yes, you would have to be totally stupid to go alone to the janitor’s house, get drunk, and let him put his…well, let him fuck you. Did this make her stupid, or a whore? The question faded, unanswered.



Then his hand was there again, between her legs, rubbing her in that spot. All sensibility was once again gone.



Daryl had to open his pants and stroke himself at least a few times. How could he not? Back to business though. The pillow worked perfectly as he easily slid his hands back down her ass and over the soft mound of that precious unspoiled pussy. Unspoiled? Had to be, no way this girl was fucking yet. Yeah, he had spotted the whores of the eighth grade. You could sniff them out. But this girl wasn’t one of them. Definitely not. Lucky girl gets to have her cherry popped by the school janitor. How many girls get to say that?



Was he really going to fuck her, was he? That’s huge. Certainly there’d be no evidence of shoving his fingers up her cunt and jerking off. He hadn’t fucked Ashley. Of course he didn’t get the chance.



For the moment it didn’t matter as he pushed his fingers in hard small circles into the satin material covering her pussy. He grinned as he saw her legs try to close, eventually giving up. Then something happened he hadn’t expected. Her hips started to move. Just slightly. “This is definitely good.” He thought as he fought the urge to move his hand back to his cock. Instead he continued to rub deeply, pushing her panties further into her. He could feel the wetness seeping through.



Morgan held in a moan when she felt his fingers slip under her panties and into her. At first the probing fingers felt alien and invading. Instinctively her muscles clamped down on them but soon relaxed as they fell into a gentle sliding action. Again he seemed to hit the right spot and she couldn’t help but move with the rhythm. She started to feel embarrassed because she knew how quickly she got wet. What would he think?



The sound of finger-fucking a wet pussy got Daryl ever more excited. “God, she is slicked up nice. No virgin dryness here.” he joked to himself. This girl is just asking to be popped. A nagging inner voice intervened. No way though. Trouble, trouble, trouble. “I may be rocked to the tee, but I ain’t stupid. I may not fuck you but there’s a load headed your way. Enough of this from behind stuff. Time to roll you over and see the goods.”



Morgan was just nearing orgasm when he pulled his hand from her. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or frustrated.about that. Then she felt him get up from the bed and lean over her. Then a hand slipped under each side of her panties and they were slowly pulled from her body.



Daryl stood, put his fingers to his nose and sniffed. The glorious scent of virgin cunt. His hand went to his cock then, just for a moment. He then proceeded to pull off her satin red panties, working then down her legs, off each knee one at a time and then over her feet. He then held them up to the light and looked at them as though they were a trophy of sorts. What would he had thought if someone told him earlier when young Morgan had walked by him after the dance that somehow two hours later he’d be stripping the fourteen year old girl of her pretty panties. Such pretty panties. Just like Ashley’s they were now his forever. He bent down and stuffed them under the mattress.



Rolling over the girl was easier than he had expected as she was so out of it. He carefully watched for her reaction when she rolled to her back. Her eyes opened but they were still rather unfocused. Her head just lolled at bit and then turned to the side.



He brushed the mess of hair from her face. He wanted to see her. His hand and his gaze went downward from there. Tits, wonderful tits. He knew they wouldn’t be a big as she had advertised, they never were. And of course she was on her back which always made them look smaller. Hers, though, pointed skywards instead of flopping to the sides like that hooker he had last month. They looked perfect for her.