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Morgan could only wonder why men liked breasts so much. It seemed like Squiggy spent and hour fondling, squeezing, pinching, and suckling them. She hated the pinching as it made her jerk and made him laugh. His sucking, or nursing as he murmured, felt good. How could it not. Of course when he softly bit on her nipple she jerked hard.



Daryl finally stood. He had removed her belt and opened her skirt so that she was lying totally naked on the bed in front of him. He had played with her pussy again, noting just how clean and tight a young girl is.





As he stood, cock in hand, he fought with the best way to cum. Jerk off on to her face? Tits? Cunt? Should he try and open her mouth? He need to cum badly and this was the times.



As he stood completely naked in front of her, deciding on his next course of action her heard a noise behind him, like his bedroom door was opening.



Then it all flooded back. Ashley, passed out on his bed, totally naked and legs spread. He was standing in front off just like he was now. He was just about to crawl onto the bed and fuck her when the door opened behind him and his dad entered. His father then ripped him out of the room threw him against the wall. The rest of that night was a blur and he was glad he couldn’t remember it. He never really got in trouble with Ashley sexually as she didn’t remember anything but he got in trouble for getting her drunk. All he remembered was running out of the house to get away from his dad. His dad slammed the door behind him. When he finally came back thirty minutes later his dad was walking Ashley out the door and back to her house.



Daryl heart raced as he quickly left the room and ran naked back to the front door and made sure it was locked. All the windows were locked and ratty curtains closed. He flicked on the stereo and Led Zeppelin started blaring. His dad was a thousand miles away. He caught his breath as a thought occurred to him. At the time he barely considered it but it seemed strikingly odd now. As he had watched his dad walk Ashley they stopped for a moment and his dad tucked his shirt in. He could recall the exact way his dad looked when he had entered the room, and his shirt was definitely not out then.



What exactly happened when his dad went back to dress Ashley? The only way his shirt would have come out like that was if it was…”HE FUCKED HER!!” Daryl screamed in his head. Before he got Ashley dressed, he fucked her. Not only that, he stole his prize, he was supposed to fuck her, not his shit head father. Ashley was his. He had her all ready and that old fuck just stole her, he had pulled out his old pud and stuck it in her.



Daryl looked down the hallway. He could see Morgan lying on the bed. Morgan was his. Only he was going to fuck her, just like he was supposed to fuck Ashley.



Daryl headed down the hall with a passion. He stepped into his room and shut and locked the door. He turned to the bed, to the naked girl there. His cock was rock hard.



Daryl slipped his arms under each of Morgan’s knees as he moved between her legs. He lifted them apart as his body moved on top of her. He positioned his cock between her lips. “This was a long time coming.” He thought to himself as he thrust himself deep into her cunt and started fucking her as hard and as fast as he could.



Morgan was startled when Squiggy leapt from the bed and out of the room. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe someone was here. How stupid would she look lying here completely naked, legs spread. Again she jerked when the loud music came on. She tried to peek down the hall but really could see anything. She was about to pull the covers over her when Squiggy was magically in the room again, shutting and locking the door. The next thing she knew her feet were in the air and Squiggy’s penis was in her.



Squiggy’s hairy chest grated against her breasts. He had buried his face in her neck and was sucking and biting. It felt good, it felt bad, it tickled and it hurt. But she laid there and let him have her body.



Morgan had to close her eyes to keep from getting dizzy while Squiggy pumped furiously into her. His face was so close to hers she could feel the cigarettes on his breath and it only made her feel more nauseous. Either she had lost a lot of sensitivity from the alcohol or his penis most not have been very large because she barely felt him inside her. And so fast. A brief image of rabbits having sex came to her. She would have laughed if she didn’t feel so sick. She could feel all the liquid sloshing in her stomach. And then it was over.



Daryl didn’t care. He wasn’t going for a marathon. He wanted to cum. There was no taking his prize from him tonight. He hadn’t even slowed when he came, just kept fucking and spewing inside her until he was completely spent and his softening cock wouldn’t stay inside her any longer. He let her legs drop back to the bed.



He quickly stood and looked down at the girl. Who the fuck was she anyways? The only thing she was right now was a body. A sweaty naked body with a red mark on her neck and a cunt full of his cum. He needed another drink and a ciggy.



Morgan heard him leave the room, closing the door behind him. A moment later the stereo went silent. She welcomed the quiet until it let realization set in once again. Yes, she had let it happen again. Another man, who she was starting to worry about his current mental state, had had sex with her. A weird frenzied sex in which she was pretty sure he had an orgasm but not in the usual grunt and shoot manner which the other had orgasmed. The others? Now four total. How many more would there be before she stopped this insanity? Squiggy’s rabbit sex wasn’t even enjoyable. Or was it?



She felt another wave of nausea rise and almost had to run to the bathroom. She rolled on her belly again and pulled his dirty sheet over her. Her stomach settled.



She had stopped for a while after Arthur and Charles and she could stop again now. Just lay here for a few until it felt okay to stand and then just go back to Nat’s. Forget all about this. Four was the magic number. Psycho Squiggy would be the last. She closed her eyes and started to zone out.



Daryl stood in the kitchen with an open beer in his hand. The coldness felt good going down, reviving him, pulling him back to his senses. He smiled. He had won. Finally he had won what should have been his long ago. A certain satisfaction flowed through him as that ever nagging shadow of failure was gone.



He wasn’t supposed to fuck her, just molest her and jerk off. But he had. He brought a sweet eighth grade student back to his home, got her drunk off her ass and fucked her. But that was all part of this new, yes, fuck therapy. And it had worked like a charm, as though he had blown the demons out of his cock and into her pussy in a load of cum. Poor girl just happened to be in the way, a sacrifice of sorts.



Now he could finally go to being just your everyday pervert.



He suddenly smiled. “Chalk one up for the Janitors Union of America.” He knew that there wasn’t a janitor alive who didn’t fantasize about fucking these underage tease hotties. “JUA: 1, Stupid Teens: 0”



He turned to the TV where the credits were rolling of the movie. Heh, pirating that movie was one of the best moves he had ever made. He’d have to keep his collection current just in case another misguided teen should find her way into this home. His cock started getting hard again at the prospect of such and encounter. There was certainly a number of girls at the school who’s sweet pussies he’d like to make a deposit in. Gullible teens are everywhere. It was only a matter of time before he’d bag another.



And there was still a sweet pussy naked on his bed. He felt his prick stiffen even more. Yes, a second deposit was in order. Definitely.



Morgan hadn’t heard him come back to the room. She wasn’t even sure how long he was gone. What she did know was that he had pulled off the covers and was straddling her from behind.



Daryl felt in control of himself again. Now he was going to fuck young Miss Morgan Healy just for the fun of it. Why the fuck not? She didn’t seem to mind getting fucked the first time. Of course she was also blind fucking drunk.



He climbed on the bed and stripped the cover off of her. That great little ass of hers stared him right in the face. He climbed over her and straddled her legs such that his knees were on the outside of her legs so that his cock was aimed at its target. He pulled her cheeks apart, revealing both her holes; a pink little pucker and a sloppy glistening slit. He wedged himself further into her and his cock found its home, slipping right into her wet cunt.



He saw Morgan’s head come up as he jammed his cock into her for a second time. She gave a little cry as her hands clutched at the bedsheet. “That’s a girl, you’d regret if you didn’t remember ol’ Squiggy pecker. It will most surely remember you.”



Daryl then grabbed her hips and started laying into her. So slick and wet. Slick and wet from his first dump of cum.



Morgan grasped the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles were turning white. It was as though she were on small boat in a wavy ocean. A long moan escaped her lips but it came out staccato as he had settled into his rabbit fucking mode.



He was just like the others. He didn’t care if she was dying, all he cared was using her.



Daryl was starting to get ticked off. Every time he got into a good rhythm the stupid girl would squinch her hips down and he would pop out. God he wished his cock was longer than four inches.



She squinched again and that was enough.



“Got dammit already.”



Morgan felt him climb off of her and then something she didn’t expect. She felt him grab her ankles and pull her towards the corner of the mattress. She felt as though she was in a horror movie getting dragged away by the demon.



Daryl knew exactly what he was doing as he dragged her to the corner, the sheet bundling and pulled partially off as she continued to hold on. He stopped just as her pussy was right at the corner of the bed. He then spread her legs to each side and stepped between them. He now had complete access to her. It only took a moment longer for his cock to find its way home again.



For a time Daryl savored the melodic sound of Morgan’s soft grunt/moans mixed with the wet slapping. And how gorgeous she looked there, sweat beginning to pool in the small of her back. And her ass which he had a death grip on, holding her steady so she couldn’t dislodge him again. He fucked harder and her moan grew louder.



He felt his orgasm coming. He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks and admired her cute pink pucker. Such a hot vision to cum to. Or better yet, to cum in.



Morgan, now just praying for him to finish, caught her breath when he suddenly pulled out. What happened next is what she would never had expected and it frightened her.



Daryl slipped his cock out of the young girl. The thought was devious, but he couldn’t help himself. Holding her cheeks open with one hand he placed his cock head on her sweaty pink pucker. He used his thumb to press on his head in attempt to force himself in.