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Old 09-17-2008, 05:13 AM   #21
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Slap, slap, slap. Charles continued to thrust.

“So Arthur? What do you think?”

“Huh?”

“Doesn’t this look good?”

Slap, slap, slap.

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.”

“Is it getting hard?”

Arthur blushed for a moment.

“Yeah, I knew it was.” Charles added knowingly. “You probably want to stroke it don’t you?”

Arthur smiled sheepishly, “Well, this is pretty hot.”

“Okay then, be my guest.”

“Really?”

Slap, slap, slap.

“Dude we’re almost done here so…”

Morgan couldn’t believe what she was hearing as she looked over at Arthur who was quickly unzipping and pulling his pants down. When he pulled his boxers down she could see his stubby penis pop straight up. Immediately he took it in his hand and started stroking.

“Dude,” Charles continued, “I gotta thank you for turning me on to this.” He stroked her back, “Morgan, you are a fucking goddess! This hour has been the highlight of my entire life. I don’t want it to end.”

Morgan knew he was about to finish, thank God.

Slap, slap, slap.

Charles turned to Arthur, “Hey, Morgan learned a new trick today, wanna see?”

Morgan wondered what he was talking about.

“Oh yeah, absolutely!”

Charles pointed to the couch spot Morgan was leaning over, “Well, you’ll have to come over here then, cause you don’t want to miss this.”

“There?”

“Yep. Right here.”

Before Morgan could realize what he was talking about Arthur, moving quicker than he had probably ever in his life, had dropped his pants completely and set himself down on the couch right in front of her. It forced her to move her hands from the couch cushion, where she was holding herself still, to his large white leg. His stiff penis was pointed directly up at her. She turned and looked back at Charles.

“Now, no need to worry, you were fucking fantastic at it.”

“But”

Charles looked at her sternly. He knew this was the moment of truth on how far he might be able to push her. “Cone on now, we’re almost done. I just want you to show Arthur what you learned. You should be very proud of it.” He urged her with a knowing nod. “Now go” he added.

Charles stopped fucking her but held his cock inside her.

Morgan turned back to Arthur. How ridiculous he looked with no pants on but still wearing his tie. It was now stained as he must have gone out for food. He had sweat rings under his arms and the bottom few buttons of his shirt were open and his belly stuck out as well. And he had these weird arthritic looking socks on. She looked at his face for a moment and his leering gaze and stupid grin almost freaked her out. She looked down at his penis. His hand was wrapped around the base holding it still though she could see it quiver with what she figured was each heartbeat. She felt Charles hands press down on her shoulders and she knew what he wanted. As she slowly moved downwards she almost overcome by the musky smell of him. He wasn’t clean like Charles, he had hair everywhere. She watched Arthur take her hand and place it around him, just as he had done a week ago, though this time she would have to do more.

Arthur removed his hand from hers and watched as she slowly moved it up and down on him. This was going to be fucking incredible, he couldn’t wait. He heard Charles mumble something about getting started and saw him lean over her and put his hand on the back of her head. Her mouth was less than and inch from his cock when Charles urged her on more. He watched her look around nervously once more before her wet lips parted and slowly started to take in his cock.

Morgan heard Arthur moan loudly as she went down on his penis. The smell was overpowering as she started to go up and down on him. Then she felt Charles pull out of her.

“Oh, I gotta see this.” Charles exclaimed as he moved around the couch and kneeled on the floor next to them.

Suck, suck, suck.

“See I told you. She’s good.” Charles watched her move on him. “Oh fuck, that’s hot. And damn she can take a lot more of your cock than mine you lucky bastard.” He then took a moment to notice her little titties hanging. “And look at these, don’t you love how they hang, just like teats. Come on take one.” He took hold of Morgan’s right breast while Arthur took the left. “This girl is a fucking keeper and I gotta get back to fucking her.”

Charles stood up and moved back behind Morgan. But before he entered her again he unrolled the stupid condom, “That has got to go” he thought to himself. Then as he slipped back inside her, now bareback, he swooned at the full impact of her warm, tight grip.

Slap, slap, slap. Suck, suck, suck.

“Oh my God, what the fuck am I doing here?” was the overriding thought that ran though Morgan’s head. “I’m fucking fourteen. I should be out at the mall holding hands with a boy like Max. He’s really nice. But no, I’m here with these two strangers old enough to be my grandfather. I should have stayed at Nat’s and made rice krispie treats like her mom wanted, not bent naked over a couch arm having sex with two men for money. Two men at the same time. Two strangers. What have I become?”

Slap, slap, slap. Suck, suck, suck.

Charles looked over at Arthur. He seemed to be in heaven. When Arthur noticed his glance he watched Charles silently mouth the words, “You ready to cum?” Arthur let out a sigh and nodded his head. Again Charles mouthed silently, “Cum in her mouth.” Arthur looked back at him stunned and shook his head. Charles repeated his order, “Cum in her mouth.” Held his hands in the air as if to show him holding Morgan’s head still, “Hold her head and cum in her mouth.”

Arthur was in no mood to argue any more. He had been holding back his orgasm, unsure what was going to happen. And now that he knew he relaxed and let it build. Morgan’s mouth was far better than his hand, far better than any sex he had ever had (excluding Morgan herself) and her warm mouth was an overwhelming invitation to cum. He felt her body rock harder as Charles seemed to be fucking her faster. This only increased the sensation as she tried to hang on. Yes, it was coming.

Morgan, even with Charles increased speed and depth, was still lost in thought when she felt Arthur’s hand let go of her breast. He had placed it on her back and was caressing her gently. Then his hand moved to her shoulder, then the back of her head where it was joined by his other hand. He suddenly started moving her head up and down faster on him, what was he doing? Before Morgan had a chance to think the hands pulled down hard, forcing almost his entire penis in her mouth. His smelly pubic hair scratched at her face. At the same time she heard Arthur moan loudly. A second later her mouth was being flooded with a warm liquid. She hardly had time to realize that his sperm was emptying into her mouth as she was forced to swallow what was being released so far back in her throat. Immediately she started to gag when a second flow jetted into her mouth. She tried to pull up but he had a death grip on her head. She heard Arthur moan even louder as he orgasmed a third time. She could hear Charles cheering him on. Finally Arthur let go and she pulled up off of him and started to gag and cough.

Arthur looked down with a smile as the young girl pulled up trying to catch her breath, trails of white cum dripping from her chin as tears from gagging ran down her face.

Charles was amazed as he thought he had experienced it all, but this was new. If the grip of Morgan’s tight little cunt wasn’t enough it was doubly enhanced as she went into her gagging and coughing fit. Each cough caused her entire body to contract, especially the muscles in her pussy. He slammed in once more, this time forcing his entire cock into her and held it as his cum made the short trip from his swollen balls to the tip of his cock. He too couldn’t help but moan loudly as he started shooting his cum inside her ripe young body. A few more knee buckling thrusts and he had emptied completely inside her.

All three people remained motionless for a minute. Charles, covered in sweat, finally stepped back and his shrinking cock slipped quickly out of young Morgan. This time he noted that her pussy remained lightly open this time. He also noted the small stream of cum that ran out of her open lips creating a small white puddle on the carpet.

Fifteen minutes later Morgan was again sitting quietly in the backseat of Charles's car. Now more than ever did she wish she took the offer of a pepsi before they left. Even now, as she looked at the back of Arthur's head the salty sweat taste of his sperm still permeated throughout her mouth. So much different from the Snapple sperm and Ted's tiny bit, this taste was overwhelming and just knowing that his sperms were swimming around her mouth was distressful. She looked at both of them together as they chatted with each other. She wondered if the moment she got out of the car they would talk about her and that despite the 'rules' (yes they would laugh) they had both shot their sperm inside her, almost at the same time. Yes, she had let them do whatever they wanted, she had pleased them. How bad could that be?

Ten minutes later Morgan walked through her front door carrying her soccer duffle. She dropped it in the middle of the foyer and went straight up and took a long shower. She figured by all the seeping in her panties that Charles had removed his rubber but that really didn’t matter. She cleaned herself thoroughly including her insides.

She went to her room, dropped her towel and threw on some teddy pajamas. It was warm and the little shorts felt nice and cool. She didn’t even bother to wonder who was watching her on the webcam.

She made her way downstairs and immediately wondered where her mom was. She quickly realized by the note on the fridge that her mom was going to stay over his house, and that she loved her and will see her after school tomorrow.

Morgan sighed and looked in the fridge for something to eat. She pulled out yesterday’s leftover pizza and heated it up. She grabbed a Snapple and was too tired to notice that it was already opened. She sat at the couch and started watching ‘Date My Mom’ on MTV. That was the last thing she remembered.

The first thing she noticed was that the sun was shining. The second thing was that she still on the couch and not in her bed. The third thing was that it was already 8:30 and she was way late for school. She sat up and rubbed her head. The fourth thing was that she had a bad headache.

As she stood she realized that she ached down there but that was expected because of her stupid decision yesterday to go with Charles. What she didn’t expect was when she looked down, pulled open her teddy pants and saw her hair matted down and the crotch of her shorts coated with a white crust.

Morgan looked around the room and noted the empty Snapple bottle on the table. She then looked out the sliding back door at Ted’s house. She knew exactly what had happened.

“How stupid am I?” she said out loud, vowing to never again drink from an already open container.

It was too late to do anything now so she quickly showered and dressed and realized that she had no way to school. She should just blow it off. As she looked out the window she saw Ted washing his car out front. She shook her head and laughed to herself. “That figures”

Ten minutes later Ted was driving along in his car with a bright eyed teen next to him. He looked over at her petite knees tucked so close together and smiled knowing just how far a part they were last night. It was strange though as it wasn’t as good as the first time. She was like a piece of laundry last night, she never moved, never got wet, no reaction at all. Next time he would have to cut down on the dose as he much preferred the slightly more animated version of his sleepy lover. But hell it still didn’t stop him from coming twice inside her. He smiled to himself at her confusion over last night and her oversleeping. She would never realize the irony of her statement of how better it felt to have a neighbor like him to watch over her house because her mom wasn’t around much. He even surprised himself at the idea of just having her friend Darsey sleep over next time her mom was gone. The thought of two of them at once was almost too much.

He let her off in front of the school. As she scampered into the building he wondered what she might think if she knew that just yesterday she was fucked by a guy old enough to be her father.
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Old 09-17-2008, 05:14 AM   #22
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Jason Weaver, or Coach J as he preferred, looked out at the girls on the practice field and realized that he might not ever be able to coach soccer again. He hadn’t done anything wrong and no one was going to remove him from the position, just that he didn’t think it was in his own best interests anymore. He had just handed young fourteen year-old Mandy Warner a ball from the bag and watched her run on to the field. It’s not that he didn’t like coaching, when in fact he loved it. It was the fact that he had a growing hardon in his pants when he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t help it though. When he had handed the slim and insanely cute brunette the ball all he could focus on was the fact that he knew how much (or how little rather) hair was on her pussy and how her small tits jiggled ever so slightly when she walked. And, of course, an amazing ass. Yes, and once you’ve seen them naked you can’t ever remove that thought from your head. And it wasn’t just Mandy, he’d seen the nubile bodies of Natalie, Hannah and Morgan all totally nude. God knows he’d never be able to look at these girls the same way again.



Jason decided to leave today’s practice in the hands of his worthy assistant as he needed to head home quickly to take care of some necessary business.



**********************



Morgan closed her eyes and slowly rocked from side to side as the pulsating water of the shower massaged her back and shoulders. The assistant coach had run them hard today and she ached. She took a tiny step back allowing her neck to receive the glorious thrumming.



It had been over two weeks since Morgan’s so-called transaction with Charles and Arthur and subsequent use of her drugged body by Ted. By the following afternoon she had realized things had gotten too far out of hand. When she got home from school she shut down her webcam and made sure all windows and doors were locked. No more trips to the mall and certainly none to the post office. She had to get all this nonsense out of her head before it got out of control, before she got out of control.



Of course, she wondered, how much further could it get than that day? She recalled sitting silently in the back seat of Charles car listening to the two older men up front chatting about the upcoming football game. It was as if everyday they drove home a young girl after they had both used her and now were dropping her off at her parent’s house like she was a babysitter or something.



Leaning her head back into the steamy jet, shampoo has quickly rinsed away. Water and suds cascaded over her shoulders. Tiny foam mountains slid over her breasts and down her belly, sometimes running down her leg, sometimes momentarily caught in sparse blonde pubic hair before the white dollop fell between her feet.



And even now Morgan could remember exactly what it felt to be sitting tiny in the back seat, embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted and excited all at the same time. Her body had felt simultaneously numb and sensitive, aware of every spot their hands had touched her, as well as the sensation of heat and soreness that radiated from between her legs. And most of all she would never forget the lingering taste of Arthur’s sperm in her mouth, and how it seemed to coat her tongue for the seemingly endless drive home.



Turning to face the harsh stream, she adjusted the head to a gentle setting. Again she closed her eyes and let the hot water splash against her face. Absently her hands ran from her breast to her belly, caressing gently.



For two weeks Morgan had been a so-called regular fourteen year-old. It was kind of nice not to have to think that someone had been in your room stealing your underwear, watching you dress, or spiking your Snapple with a load of sperm sent by MAGICROD53 from Kentucky or something like that. For two weeks she ran regularly again and even added some push ups and crunches to help tone.



What exactly would the line up of men look like whose sperm ended up in her belly? She couldn’t even recall how many might be standing there.



Her caressing slipped downwards to her hips. Her hips where Charles had held her so forcefully from behind.



Soccer also came first again. Her game picked up and she scored twice in the following week’s away game. Then came last week’s tournament. Morgan had been looking forward to this for a long time. It was a two day tourney in which they would have to travel four hours to get to. Because of that they would be staying overnight at the Holiday Inn. And even though they lost in the in finals that weekend, the girls had a blast. Everything would have been perfectly normal about the trip expect for one small compulsive act of opportunity. Even now she knew she should feel guilty but her renewed pure thoughts had already begun to degrade.



Her hands found themselves between her legs. Fingers began to explore.



Since getting home on Sunday, Morgan began to touch herself more and more each day. At each practice she watched Coach J’s demeanor, knowing she would be able to tell when he had seen it, seen them. Each night, unable to fall asleep her mind would unconsciously recall all her ‘experiences’. She even found herself pulling up Aunt Jennifer’s video. She had opened her photo album and looked at a picture of Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Marks wedding. She heard a grunt and looked back the video to see a boy shove his penis in Aunt Jens’s mouth and orgasm. Aunt Jen would never let them take advantage of her if she was sober. Morgan realized that maybe she got drunk on purpose. It seemed so easy for a man to take advantage of a vulnerable female. Would Coach ‘J’ ever take the chance? Mr. Ely? Could there ever be a situation where he could take advantage of her? If not one of them, then who?



It could be anyone, almost anyone, almost anywhere. Sex was everywhere. Things happened, unexpectantly. Situations arose, presented themselves. The right choices were always there.



Why did she always pick the wrong choice? That didn’t matter as much as why the wrong choice always felt so good.

Morgan leaned back against the shower wall, oblivious to the water now splashing over her entire body. Her knees buckled slightly as she started to cum.



****



Coach ‘J’ was more than slightly pissed. His son’s wrestling match was the next one up and he had planned to record it on his new Hi-Def digital camera, but when he went to start he noticed the tape had rewound completely. He didn’t want to record over the beginning as it had the girl’s Sunday soccer match on it. He knew there was only like 75 minutes of game time record so how could it have been all used up? He recalled the girls borrowing the video camera afterwards but could they really have used up the last forty-five minutes? Too late to check now as the match just started. He’d have to check the damn thing later.



An hour later Coach J sat in his kitchen and began to fast forward the tape, stopping every now and again to see some of the plays in from the tourney. Even though the girls came in second he was damned proud of them. He didn’t even have a daughter on the team. He only coached them because his son had quit soccer the year earlier and the girls team desperately needed a coach. For two years he coached them, coached them good. Even so, he watched in dismay at the final whistle that ended their chances of first place. The tape then flicked to the girls walking back to the hotel. Apparently losing had no lasting effect on the girls as they were all giddy and making faces at the camera. It must have been Morgan holding the camera as he could hear her voice directing the girls to give a big cheer for the coach. He looked over at the team picture on the fridge. Could any coach be prouder? Yes, he loved those girls.
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Old 09-17-2008, 05:15 AM   #23
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Then something odd happened. Morgan had shut off the camera but somehow it came back on. Jason chuckled as he watched the dizzying footage swing between the sidewalk, the trees, the sky and then the hotel lobby accompanied by the jabbering of a dozen or so fourteen year olds all talking at once.



Coach J’s wife Carol came over to see what he was giggling about and he showed her the video of elevator doors and a dozen sets of feet. Carol watched for a moment and laughed as well before heading off to take a bath. Coach J watched his wife walk off towards the bathroom. He started to get a bit excited as he wondered whether she might let him wash her back, or better yet, her front. Heck, his son was sleeping over a friend’s house so he might get lucky. It’d been two weeks since he fucked his wife and the thought of slipping between her thighs sounded awfully inviting. He was about to stop the camera as he figured he would just tape over from there when something happened to make him let it continue to roll.



The girls had entered their hotel room and from what he could tell, Morgan had set her things down on the writing desk. What was so intriguing was that the camera was facing the room, Morgan Healy, Mandy Warner, Hannah Rowan, and Natalie Robinson’s room to be exact. Jason felt a slight twitch of guilt as he felt like a voyeur in their room. He watched them all drop all their gear and plop down onto the beds and chairs in exhausted heaps. They chatted briefly about the sucky finals match in which they were totally outplayed. The other girls were much bigger and really knocked them around a lot.



Jason heard the water of his wife’s tub running but any thought of turning off the camera and joining her evaporated as he listed to the conversation turn to something about one last trip to the hotels hot tub. Then he watched young Hannah stand and pull off her dirty soccer shirt and toss it onto her duffle bag. She stood there in her shorts and sports bra. She mumbled something about the hot tub as she pulled her bra over her head and tossed it as well. Hannah was quite pretty, a little bit thick but not fat by a longshot, wavy brown hair and piercing gray wolf eyes. She was always acting goofy, making crazy faces to crack up the other girls. But it wasn’t her face he was gawking at, it was her large puffy nipples. Her small breasts barely seemed to have sprouted, but the creamy brown circles were at least silver dollar sized, like something out of a porn movie. Hannah grabbed an orange bikini top out of her bag, put in on in reverse to hook the latch and then shifted it around to cup over her tits, all without ever a break from gabbing. A moment later she was stepping out of her shorts and panties and although she was facing away from the camera Coach J watched in awe as she pulled a too tight bikini bottom over her creamy white butt.



“Honey? I just got in the tub, can you get me a clean washcloth?” came a voice from the bathroom.



Jason instinctively switched off the camera.



“Uh, sure Hon.”



As he stood he realized that not only was he shaking and sweating but also sporting quite a hard on. He put the small camera in his pocket and went to get a cloth for his wife. By the time he got into the bathroom he managed to simmer down his hard-on, but not enough for her not to notice.



“So, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me…naked?” Carol said as she sat up in the tub to take the washcloth.



Jason’s hard-on grew again as he watched the soap lather drip from her glistening tits.



Carol smiled and sat back into the water.



Jason knew he was going to get some shortly, but he still had to see the rest of the tape. As he entered the den he knew he had at least 10 minutes as Carol soaked for quite some time.



He plugged the camera into the TV, rewound the tape a few seconds and turned it on again. Any regrets on spending the cash for this camera washed away as the wide-screen crystal clear HDTV picture filled the screen. Hannah was just pulling off her sports bra. A perfect freeze frame captured her boobs in the midst of the first bounce. Instinctively he grabbed his cock. He let the tape run again and watched Hannah pull on her suit bottom as her ass jiggled so nicely.



Jason barely had time to catch his breath when Mandy stood up, picked a suit out of her bag and repeated Hannah’s exact protocol. Mandy, however, didn’t have an once of fat to be found. Her young titties weren’t large, and never would be, which was fine because her petite rail thin frame would look odd. She was already sporting a tanning salon tan that perfectly outlined her creamy tits and exquisite ass. How was it possible for a fourteen year old to sport such an ass? And when she thankfully turned around he saw her perfectly trimmed pussy, with the airstrip bikini cut. Mandy was hot and she knew it. She will probably only give it up to the captain of the football team when she gets to high school. Poor Hannah will probably give it up much sooner only to keep her guy from going after girls like Mandy.



Morgan seemed reluctant to get changed as she cited that she felt uncomfortable with all the people at the hotel pool. Maybe if there wasn’t anyone else there. Jason sighed and smiled. That was Morgan for you. She was never one to take the spotlight yet she would give it her all for the team. Even without a dad around that girl came out right. She had that perfectly demure demeanor such that she probably wouldn’t have sex until her wedding night. Somehow it seemed okay that he didn’t get to see her getting changed.



He watched the girls shut the door behind them as they scampered out.



Jason paused and listened for his wife. He hadn’t yet heard the water being let out of the tub. He looked back at the screen of an empty hotel room and squeezed his hard cock. Pre-cum oozed from the throbbing tip. It would be so easy to cum.



Jason rationalized his viewing of these naked girls as an accident. He couldn’t, however, rationalize the urge to zip to the point where the girls came back into the room and stripped out of their wet bathing suits. He listened again for the tub water and then went to press the fast forward button when he noticed the hotel room door open again.



Morgan had come back to the room. She carefully closed and locked the door, even going so far to put the chain on. She then turned and walked directly towards the camera as she pulled off her shirt. She had come back to get changed.



He could see the start of a six pack of tiny muscles in her toned belly as she walked to within inches of the camera. He recalled that she had set the camera down along with her bag.



For the next two minutes, which seemed like an hour, he watched in amazing detail the young girl get naked. Such detail that if there was a pussy line up he would be able to pick Morgan out in a second.



Hours later, Jason tangled with his wife in bed. Carol was enthralled with his renewed enthusiasm and swooned in his attention to her entire body. In the darkness, however, Jason was unable to prevent his mind from morphing the body of his wife into each of the four young teens. As he fondled and sucked on her tits they were no longer hard pointy nubs but were now Hannah’s puffy dark nipples. His hand was between her now spread legs and her hips began to gyrate. How intensely erotic the thought of getting this young girl so worked up in her first sexual experience.



His kisses moved down Hannah’s belly and as he reached her swollen lips she was no longer sweet Hannah, but rather sexy Mandy. He spread her taught athletic legs further apart pressed his face into her. His tongue explored, encircling the tender nub, eliciting moans from the inexperienced young girl. He slid his hands under her, gripping her muscular ass cheeks and forced his tongue further inside her. Mandy immediately started to cum, hips gyrating, yet moans of orgasm unwillingly subdued as to avoid alerting the household.



Jason then straddled her chest. He knew that that little whore Natalie probably would love some cock. She’d probably love a good face fucking and would eagerly swallow his entire load. And he gave it to her as he held onto the headboard. And although she was waiting, there was more to do before he came.



Momentarily exhausted he lay next to his wife. Carol, her head on his stomach, stroked his cock and then took it in her mouth again. But the head that was now bobbing up and down on his cock was not Carol…it was Morgan. Precious all-American Morgan, innocent eighth-grader, was amazing for a first time cock sucker. He slid his hand over her shoulder and reached around to cup her firm little titty.



When she stopped and asked him if he wanted to fuck her he more than obliged.



Again his wife was no longer Carol. He climbed on top of her, closed his eyes and slid his hard cock into sweet Hannah. He fucked them all. He could feel young Morgan starting to cum again under him. She dug her nails into his back and buried her face in his neck to mute her cries.



Coach ‘J’ could no longer hold back. For a moment he held back against the pressure of the unstoppable release. He drove one final thrust deep inside precious Morgan and heard her gasp. But he shouldn’t be thinking this. It was so wrong to imagine the innocent girl under him. These girls trusted him; he shouldn’t be fantasizing about fucking them. And then he came. Then, like never before, he came inside Morgan/Mandy/Hannah/Natalie. How could one feel so guilty and so shameless at the same moment?



Fantasies were going to be changed forever for Coach ‘J’. He already knew he would be fantasy fucking every girl on the team.



Masturbation would never be the same. Neither would soccer practice.



***



Morgan was brewing with mixed feelings again. During the day she felt ashamed of her actions and degenerate thoughts. At night though, it would be different. Her fingers would work themselves deep inside her, reaching the thick wetness. She could hear Arthur and Charles and Ted’s grunting and groaning as they emptied their sperm inside her. She had the power to grant them fulfill their most depraved wishes, almost giving them permission to anything they wanted with an underage girl. She could only wonder how many of the men who watched her on her webcam would do the same thing.



She started to cum as she knew it was probably all of them.
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By the light of Friday afternoon she was once again abuzz with gossip about the latest FUSE videos and whatnot with the girls at school. She even allowed them to convince her to go to the lame school dance that night. Darsey asked if she wanted to stay over after the dance but Morgan had already promised Natalie that she would.



Despite the expected lameness of the dance Morgan opted against jeans and teeshirt and picked out a nice skirt with a sleeveless top. She even went with a bit of eye liner, blush and lip gloss. For a moment she regretted shutting down her webcam as the men would probably think she looked pretty good too. She missed their comments already. She had thought about doing some webcam ‘shows’, pretending to be 18 in one of the multitudes of webcam girl sites. But then she’d be one of a thousand slutty girls. That didn’t work for her. Exposing herself on cam to someone she ‘thought’ was a stranger, but really knew her, that excited her.



The dance, of course, was boring and stupid with mostly idiot seventh graders hanging out. Natalie, however, seemed to be having a blast and wanted to wait until the janitors, Lenny and Squiggy, had to kick them out at nine so they could start cleaning. Morgan didn’t know why she said she’d sleep over Nat’s house. Nat had been quite annoying lately. At one point when Nat was out dancing Darsey told Morgan to sneak out and come visit her later in the night. As Morgan recalled how even her best friend had taken advantage of her sexually she wondered if there was anyone who wouldn’t.





The girls said goodbye to Darsey as she left with her mom. Morgan and Nat set out across the soccer fields to Nat’s house.



By ten Morgan was bored to death and was regretting even more her decision to sleep over. But Nat reassured her and promised things would get better in a few minutes after her Mom went to sleep. She had a surprise.



Morgan was curious although she expected the latest version of UNO. In actuality this was normally something she would enjoy and maybe it would be good to play this late into the night. Maybe it would ease her building inner conflict.



Natalie was excited. She had been slowly building a small cache of wine-coolers that she stole from her mother. She felt quite naughty about doing that but knew Morgan and Darsey had had some before and this might earn her some points. She was a self proclaimed nerd and not so proud of it anymore. Next year would be high-school and she didn’t want to be abandoned by her friends for cooler people. She was thrilled when Morgan said she’d stay over, but knew it was more of her wanting to get out of her house and Nat could already tell Morgan was getting bored. She hoped this would help.



Morgan was more than shocked when Natalie pulled the coolers from the bag. She looked at Nat’s proud smile and could only shake her head in disbelief.



Natalie giggled as she opened one and handed it to her stunned friend. She knew she had done well. She watched Morgan first take a sip, then a long swig. She waited for Morgan’s smile of approval.



The only thought that was invading Morgan’s head was the day Arthur had handed her a wine cooler. How his gaze wandered over her body. How he had led her to his bedroom. How he had her lie on the bed. How he had removed her clothes. How he had touched her. How his mouth felt kissing and licking her feet, legs, thoughts, butt. How he had her touch him. How he spread her legs. How he moved between her legs and pushed his penis inside her. How he lied on top of her. How the picture of his fat wife seemed to watch them as he made love, no, fucked her. How he tricked her when he pulled off his rubber. And finally, as she was almost smothered beneath his large sweaty body, she had orgasmed just as he began grunting and shooting his sperm into her.



“Morgan?”



Morgan shook her head as she came back to reality.



“Are, are you okay?” Natalie stammered as she thought there was something wrong with Morgan. If Morgan had to go to the hospital she would be in BIG trouble. Maybe the wine coolers were too old and were toxic. Maybe she was drunk and going to throw up. Natalie knew this was a bad idea, but she had so wanted to look cool to Morgan.



“No, no, it’s cool…I’m fine” Morgan reassured her.

Natalie did the big fake wipe sweat off her forehead routine. “WHEW!”



Morgan looked at her and could only think of what a total dork she was.



“Wanna play some Uno?” Natalie chirped.



A sudden desperation for fresh air hit Morgan. She had to get out of here.



“I, I got to get out of here for a few.”



Nat smiled, “That’s cool, lets go for a walk.”



Morgan stood up as she thought. “Umm, no. This happens to me a lot. I need a few minutes to myself.”



Natalie’s hopes faded quickly. “What if my mom wakes up and finds out you left?”



Morgan headed towards the door. “You’ll think of something.”



“Where are you going? Will you be back soon?”



Morgan shot her a smile, “I won’t be long. I just need some air.”



As Morgan distanced herself from Natalie’s house she began to relax. The cool night air felt good on her bare shoulders. It would be a beautiful night for a run. She wondered how long it would take to jog to Darsey’s. Of course jogging in a skirt and sandals wouldn’t work out so well. If only she could change into her shorts and sportsbra. She smiled to herself at how many times she changed in front of her webcam. And the things they said about her in the chat room. Some of the crudest things. She shivered at the thought of the one guy who fantasized about kidnapping her and keeping her as a sex slave in his basement. Just what sort of things would he do? Probably much of the same as she had let Arthur, Ted and Charles do.



As she walked over the empty moonlit soccer fields she sipped at her wine cooler. She didn’t remember taking it with her, but it tasted good and was already giving her a warm glow. After taking the last sip she dropped it in the large waste barrel near the field.



She wondered if Coach J enjoyed his video. She could tell by the way he had acted at practice that he was different. He had seen it.



“Why do I do that?” She murmured aloud.

Everything she had done; the webcam, the Snapple, the changing room at the mall, Arthur, Ted, Mr. Ely, Charles, the videos. All of those a sane girl, even if she didn’t think it was disgusting, would have left them at a personal fantasy level.



“But with me, it’s OOPS, I guess I let it start somehow.” She chuckled making a goofy face. And once started she always felt compelled to let it finish. Was there really any harm done?



“I still feel pretty normal.”



Of course was it normal to feel jealous because a comatose man paid attention to a slut on TV and not to her? Or to purposely step into the path of a lesbian sex offender?



“Maybe not.”



She started to cut across the school parking lot in the direction of Darsey’s house. It would be quite a walk but the alternative was playing Uno all night with Natalie.






As she passed the front of the middle school she noticed that there was still one car left in the lot. That seemed a bit unusual for almost 11 o’clock. Then again there was the dance and someone is probably closing up. She stopped and glanced at the front entrance. The light was on and there was definitely someone still inside. She changed her direction towards the front entrance if only out of curiosity. She stopped again as she reached the sidewalk, about twenty feet from the entrance. Inside she saw a wirey guy wheel an overstuffed garbage bin past the entrance. It was Squiggy, the janitor.



Squiggy, what a stupid name. Morgan knew it wasn’t his real name but some reference to some 70’s sitcom. Apparently they also had a dim-bulb skuzzy low-life as well. She was glad that he wasn’t their regular janitor as he kind of gave her the creeps. And probably, like Arthur, had to settle with overweight, ugly or skanky girls all his life.



Despite the plan to head back across the parking lot, Morgan found herself approaching the large glass doors of her middle school.


Daryl Scarnelli, or Squiggy as he was known to the rest of the world, shut off the lights to the gymnasium and headed with the last trash barrel of the night. Now, at five minutes to eleven he knew he wouldn’t be finishing early tonight. He was hoping to catch the end of the WWF steelcage finals on Pay Per View but fuck it if he was going to pay $39.95 for just the last thirty minutes. Stupid job, stupid school, stupid snotty kids who get anything they want. He just wanted to get home and down a beer. Hmm, maybe he would stop at Chugg’s and see if Lily was dancing tonight. That hot little college girl always flashed him a little kootch. He started to get hard at the thought. Titties, beer and a little bit ‘o pink sounded like a good plan. He was so lost in thought that he barely noticed the pretty, young blonde approaching the front doors.





“Oh for fuck’s sake, what did you lose now?” he muttered under his breath. He had already wasted twenty minutes helping some loser find his wallet. They eventually found it in the restroom garbage, sans all the money. “Sorry kid.” He had tried to say without chuckling. If he had realized it would have cost him a chance to watch the PPV he would have ignored him and left him at the door. He would have too, if the boys mother wasn’t with him.



This girl was alone, at least he thought. As he approached the doors, keys jangling, he recalled her as one of the last ones to leave. Along with her obnoxious fat friend.



He unlocked and swung the door open.



“Okay, what did you lose?”



When the girl just stared at him he added, “Or did you just lose your way?”



The girl seemed to come to life finally, “No, my cell. I cant find it.”



“And you think it’s here because…”



The girl now seemed nervous. Perhaps he was being a bit too harsh. His eyes did an unconscious sweep of her body. She was after all, quite a pretty thing.



He eased, “Okay, C’mon you can take a look in the gym but I didn’t find any cells or nothing.”



“Thanks, my mom will kill me if I lose it.”



The girl flashed a nervous smile and entered as he held the door. He could smell her faint perfume, some flowery teen shit, and something else. Alcohol. Despite himself being a drinker at the age of twelve he still thought these kids try to grow up too fast these days. Damn these middle school girls. Too much money, make-up, gadgets and attitude. As she passed him and headed towards the gym he couldn’t help but check out her ass. But damn, these girls were fine. He couldn’t recall any girl from his middle school back in the 70’s looking like this. For a moment he wondered how much nicer that butt would look in tight jeans rather than a skirt. Or better yet, no skirt at all. Shit.



Daryl shook off his imagery and followed Morgan into the gym, flicking on the lights as he entered. More than before, he prayed that Lily would be working tonight. After this week from hell he needed another glimpse of her sweet young pussy. If only she would let him slip his finger in her for just a second. Yes, that would be nice. He fought off images of Lily naked on his bed, waiting for him to finger her, and much more.



Morgan entered the gym feeling about as stupid as anyone could. This was ridiculous. Like what was going to happen? Squiggy was a complete slime anyway. Why would she want to tease him? That’s what she was doing, wasn’t it? She couldn’t decide what her mind was thinking. Despite that she made a concerted effort to look around for her ‘missing’ cell phone. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him leaning against the wall by the light switches, watching her. It creeped her out.



What she couldn’t figure out is why that ‘creeped out’ feeling was something she had started to like.



“Satisfied? I told you it wusn’t in hare” Daryl chuckled as the cute girl walked towards him. Geezus, that top was tight on her. His mind had already conjured the notion that if she hadn’t been wearing a bra he’d see some nice nips popping through. Course, if she had no bra on, she’d probably have no tits. Most girls probably wore that padded shit.



“Sorry for wasting you’re time mister, umm…”



“Go ahead and say it, Mr. Squiggy, that’s me.”



He saw the nervous girl crack a smile and start past him towards the door. He felt a little bad for her. Heck, she seemed quite innocent and nice. He almost felt bad for thinking about her ass and tits.



“Now wait a minute girlie.”



Morgan stopped and turned towards him.



“What’s your name?”



“Umm, Morgan. Morgan Healy.”



“Well, Ms. Morgan Healy we can still check the supply closet downstairs.”



Morgan looked at him unsurely.
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“Maybe Lenny found it earlier and put it there. He’s not too smart you know so who knows where he might have left it.”



Morgan’s mind immediately started racing. The supply closet? He wants to bring me there? Down in the basement?



“C’mon, it’ll take two seconds. I need to grab my wallet anyways so I can get out of here.”



Morgan watched him motion to her as he grabbed the last trash can and started down the hall. Couldn’t he just go and check himself? Why did he want her down there too?



“This way!” he blurted without turning back.



Morgan started after him despite knowing what was happening. She was putting herself in one of those spots. One of those spots where things happen. Things that she let’s happen.



She caught up to him as he entered the stairwell.



“It will only take a minute to check. Wouldn’t want Mom to wait too long.”



“My Mom isn’t here. I walked from a friends house.” Morgan replied.



“Ahh, the fat girl, right?” Daryl quickly added and even quicker regretted. “Sorry”



Morgan giggled and added, “Yeah, Natalie. She’s a little boring. I’m staying over but needed to get out of there for a while.”



“Oh yeah?”



Morgan was staggered at her own reply. She could have easily gotten out of there by saying her mom was waiting. But she didn’t. Instead she says she’s bored and out alone, basically looking for some excitement.



“And look for my phone.”



Of course he couldn’t just think I’m going down to the supply room to have sex with him? He might be creepy, but he’s not stupid. Well, maybe a little.



Daryl dragged the can into the supply room and pulled out a box with some junk in it. He set it on the workbench.



“Well, here you go. I think most of this stuff is old but what the fuck, I mean hell.”



Daryl stood behind watched young Morgan Healy lean over and poke through the box of stuff on the desk. He knew there was no cell phones in there but gave him a chance to stand close to the girl. He wasn’t sure what, but there was something about this girl. Maybe it was just because he was extra horney or maybe because he could smell the scent of cheap wine coolers on her breath but he sensed something.



His gaze once again found its way to her ass. If only he could stop time. Yes, stop time for a few minutes. He could lift her skirt, yank down her panties and shove his cock in from behind. Dump a quick load inside her. Pull up her panties and fix her skirt. Start time again. What would she think? Would she have any idea why she was suddenly dripping into her panties? Or better yet, steal her panties. He bet she’d want to get out of there real quick when she realized that her panties were somehow gone and something warm and white was oozing down her leg to her bare feet.



Daryl knew at once he had a plethora of new fantasies to jerk off to. It wasn’t easy coming up with something knew, but this was good.



Morgan felt extremely prone standing there with her back to Squiggy. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen although she felt something would. The question was whether she would stop it or as always, let it happen.



But nothing happened.



After giving up her search, Squiggy motioned for them to get out of there as he was sick of being in the school. She followed him back up the steps. The feeling of ‘let it happen’ was fading quickly.



Morgan felt weirdly disappointed despite knowing that the circumstances probably just didn’t allow it. What was ‘it’ anyways? It wasn’t that she wanted to have sex, or have him attack her. She want about to just drop her panties and spread her legs.



It was ‘it’. The moment when things went too far, the point of no return, when circumstances came together perfectly. The moment when ‘he’ realized he could do what he wanted to her, and get away with it.



Morgan realized that she just couldn’t make ‘it’ happen. It just didn’t work that way.



Maybe it didn’t matter as she still tingled from the feeling in the basement of ‘it’ about to happen, even though it didn’t.



Daryl walked silently along with the girl towards the entrance to the school, shutting the lights out as he went. He knew in a few moments she would be gone and then he could be on his way to see Lily and her hot brazilian pussy haircut. But it felt good having this girl by his side. She was pretty, she was real. She wasn’t a stuck up cunt but the fact that she had been drinking seemed naughty. ‘Naughty’ what a great word. The fact was that he liked looking at her.



As they exited the building he came up with one last play. She had thanked him again was started off.



“Okay, I know this might sound kind of odd, but I might know where your phone is.”



Morgan turned and looked quizzically at him, “You do?”



“You’re sure you lost it tonight at the school?”



Morgan nodded, “Pretty sure.”

Daryl locked the front doors. “Well, you know how I said Lenny might have found it? He sometimes brings stuff he finds back to my place. Like last week he found a phone and left it with me to figure out who’s it was. Like I said he’d not very smart and thinks I’m a genius sort of. He likes to play detective.”



Morgan furrowed her brow. What exactly was he getting at?





“Anyways, my place is just down the street in Milford Park. I only drove cause I had to bring in a new cleaner. If you’re really worried about your phone, it’d be five minutes to check. We can walk.”



Morgan hesitated. She felt stupid already as well as a little tired. Perhaps it was best just to go back to Nat’s house.



“I, I dunno.”



Daryl turned and shrugged, “Okay, no problem with me, just hope Mom doesn’t freak.”



She watched him start to walk off. Was she really going to follow him a second time.



“No, wait.”



Daryl heard the sound of sandals slapping against bare feet and smiled.



Five minutes later Morgan was awed by the number of houses in Milford Park. Actually they weren’t really houses as this was really Milford Trailer Park. The aged permanent trailers were everywhere. They exuded a sense of poverty although Morgan herself hardly lived in a mansion.
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Two old men sitting in front of their trailer drinking beers stopped talking and stared as they walked by. She and Squiggy made an odd couple indeed. Squiggy tipped his hat to them and they nodded.



Around the next corner they arrived at Squiggy’s.



“Well it ain’t no castle, but it’s my fortress!”, he exclaimed proudly.



Morgan watched Squiggy open the creaky screen door and then the main door. He stood holding both doors her.



“After you mademoiselle.”



Morgan again questioned her sanity. Would anyone of her classmates enter this guy’s trailer alone on a late Friday night? As she stepped past him up the cement steps into the trailer she felt the creepy sensation again. How could she not? What was she getting herself into? This was so wrong.



She stepped into the middle of the room and gazed around at the meager and messy setting. Empty food wrappers, pizza boxes, drink cans and smelly overflowing ashtrays everywhere. Behind her she heard Squiggy shut the door and lock it. She swallowed hard as her whole body felt on fire. She almost jumped when Squiggy spoke.



“Hey, make yourself comfortable. I think Lenny’s been here so lemme look around.”



Fortunately the one place to sit was one of the items that didn’t come from the Salvation Army. It was a large sectional couch. A large sectional squeezed into a small room. Morgan sat delicately on the corner edge of the couch. The only other new item was the wide screen TV.



Squiggy then giggled with excitement. “Hey, do you like Harry Potter?”



Morgan was confused. “Umm, I’ve seen the movies but never read any of them.”



“You gotta check this out then.” Daryl stepped in front of her to the TV. He switched it on and then started a DVD. Hopefully she’d like this.



Morgan stared at the screen and watched the title come up. 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.’ She smiled in wonderment.



She turned towards Squiggy, “How did you get this? It just came out in the theater last weekend?”



“Oh, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you!” Daryl replied and immediately cringed at such a cliché remark. He quickly added, “I love this. Harry’s magic is just amazing, isn’t it? I’ve seen everyone of ‘em.”



Morgan giggled at his childlike enthusiasm. “Wow, that is pretty cool you got this.”



Daryl stepped back and watched for a moment in triumph. Not only did the girl look relaxed now, but she seemed mesmerized by the video, as well as impressed by his ability to obtain it. This was so fucking awesome. Such a pretty young thing, sitting here, in his living room. Morgan, yes, Morgan Healy was her name. Probably the last time he was alone like this with such a young girl was when he was 17. The girl, Ashley Bork, three years young than him at the time, was his neighbor. He could remember exactly how she looked: about 5‘ 4”, 10 pounds overweight, shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, small lemon sized breast's, with huge nipples (earlier that day she bent over while wearing a stretch white sweater, and no bra).. He had snuck some beer in the basement and somehow she ended up drinking too much. He cringed at the thought of how that night had turned out.



Daryl stepped into the kitchenette.



“Can I get you something to drink? A wine chiller maybe?”



Morgan turned sharply towards him with a furrowed brow, “Huh?”



Daryl stumbled for a moment. Did he just screw up?



He rebounded with his ‘cool smile’. “No worries. I can tell you guys probably snuck some wine chillers or coolers or whatever you call them. The nose knows.”



Morgan put her hand to her mouth and smelled her breath.



“It’s cool. I used to drink that shit when I was your age too, ‘cept it was Boones Farm Strawberry Hill, or Thunderbird. Great stuff then, but now I wouldn’t shine my shoes with it.” He laughed.



All Morgan could force out was “Oh.” Did like everyone have wine coolers in their fridge? Squiggy hardly seemed more like a beer or hard liquor kind of guy.




“Lemme grab you something to wet your whistle while I look, and DON’T WORRY. I only have one rule around here. Whatever happens in Squigg’s house, stays in the Squigg’s house!”



He lit a cigarette, “I hope you don’t mind if I have a smoke.”



Morgan turned back to the movie and shivered. A wine cooler in a strange man’s house. What a surprise. A moment later a hand reached in front of and set a glass of Coke on the coffee table. She looked up at Squiggy.



Daryl shrugged, “Sorry, fresh outta wine coolers. Actually I’ve never had one. Try this, it’s good.”



Morgan picked up the glass, “Coke?”



“Well, actually its rum and coke” he replied, whispering the word ‘rum’. “But don’t tell anyone I gave it you some.”



Morgan stared at the drink. Surely it was okay to drink. She took a sip and grimaced. Her body shivered.





“Is there much rum in this?” she asked naively, looking back at Squiggy. Even though she had never had rum before it seemed as though there were rum than coke.



“Nah,” he lied, “it just tastes that way at first. A few more sips you’ll hardly notice.” He held his glass out and added, “If you tasted this one you’d definitely tell the difference.”



“Oh.”



“Now lemme go look to see if Lenny left anything here.” Daryl said, stepping back into the kitchen area. He watched Morgan turn back to the movie and take another sip. She seemed to pucker and shake. “Why did I put so much in?” he berated himself. “Why did I put in any at all?” He let his gaze fall from the side of her face to her bare shoulders and then over the small protrusion of her breast. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. He continued down her side to her silky bare calves and petite sandaled feet. “Why am I letting this happen again?” he whispered. “or better yet, why am I making it happen?”



He watched her take another sip and his cock grew even harder.



Morgan was surprised at Squiggy’s theory of her drink. Indeed, that after only a few sips, it hardly seemed as strong as before, though there was no doubt it was loaded with rum. By the fifth sip, and half the glass, she felt a warmth course through her body like no wine cooler ever had. A few of these and she would be drunk, puking, passed out, or all three. Probably just what Squiggy was hoping for. Certainly it would be sorted out in a few minutes as either he did or didn’t find a box with, with, what was it again he was looking for? Oh, her ‘cell phone’. What a stupid idea that was.



She was about to take another sip when she thought better of it. She took a quick peek around for Squiggy, but heard him towards the back of the trailer. Instead she held the ice and poured the rest into the mostly dead potted palm tree in the corner. Squiggy came back to the room just a she sat back down.



“Whelp, the bad new,s” he said as he plopped down on the opposite couch corner section. “is the box isn’t here.” His heart skipped a beat as he noticed her glass contained nothing but ice. “The good news is,” His gaze turned to the girl who now seemed settled into the couch rather than poised to leap to the door. Their eyes met as she turned to him, “I called Lenny’s Mom’s house, yeah he still lives with her, and he has the box, WITH your phone. What color is it?”



“Umm, red.”



“Yep, that’s it.” Daryl grinned as he approached another moment of truth. “The bad news. There’s always bad news isn’t there.”



Morgan just shrugged, “I suppose.”



“His mom can’t drive him over for about an hour.”



“He can’t drive?”



“Remember we’re talking about my man Lenny here. He can’t even add ten plus ten. I’d be a dark day in hell before they let a retard drive.”



“An hour?” She scrunched her forehead.



Daryl panicked as the girl seemed unsettled again, unsure what to do.



“Eh, no problem. Either A, you can come back tomorrow and pick it up and hope Mom doesn’t freak, or 2, watch Harry P for a bit until he gets here. It shouldn’t really be that long.”



Morgan looked back at the movie. It was pretty good so far despite its quality of a videotaped bootleg version. But it wasn’t about the movie, was it? It was adding another circumstance to the sequence of things that had to happen just right. There would always be another chance to opt out and always another chance to let it go a bit farther. She could feel Squiggy nervous gaze fixed on her awaiting a response. Was it possible to hear someone holding their breath?



“I dunno,” she paused and looked at her watch, “I should go. Fat Nat is probably getting worried.”



Daryl, who’s heart almost dropped could only laugh when Morgan looked at him and put her hand to her mouth while making an ‘oops, don’t tell anyone I said that’ face. He jumped right in. “I can only hope that Fat Nat didn’t sit on the cat!”



Morgan giggled, “It sure would get flat.”



“And that would be that for that cat now named Matt!”



Morgan burst out laughing.



Without hesitation Daryl stood, grabbed Morgan’s empty glass and headed to the kitchenette. “Here, lemme get you another.” He shot a glance at the giggling girl, “I’ll go easy on you this time.”



The next forty five minutes were agony and ecstasy for Daryl as the two sat and watched the movie, eating pretzels and drinking rum and cokes. He had made each of Morgan’s next three drinks stronger than the previous though he claimed they were weaker. They weren’t large glasses but after three even he felt a good buzz. And just like Ashley from years past Morgan was becoming increasingly unsteady after each trip to the bathroom. Just a few minute earlier she almost missed the couch entirely and fell into an uncontrollable giggle fit. The best part was that her skirt had flipped up giving him an incredible view of her inner thigh. The flex of her toned leg muscle was almost too much to bear.



If only he could see, see what color panties she had on. Ashley’s had been bright red. They weren’t anymore though. The faded and now holey pair of panties was stored safely in his dresser inside the pocket of some old jeans. He had kept them, stuffing them under his mattress at the time and later claiming he had no idea where they were. The panties however, was the least of his worries back then.



Morgan’s entire body was buzzing. Even by pouring out portions of her drink into the plant she was still drinking more than she planned. She found herself constantly picking up her glass. It was no wonder how drunks got drunk, it was so easy to keep drinking. And each time she returned from going pee her glass was refilled. Pretending to be tipsy wasn’t necessary anymore as she knew she was already acting stupid. Pretending to be downright drunk didn’t seem like that much of a stretch. Was she already deciding to do that? What if Lenny and his mom suddenly showed up? She already had a feeling that Squiggy never even called him. She looked over at the little greaseball. He also seemed to have this shit eating grin going. What was going on in his perverted little mind?



Daryl was gauging her drunkiness. He couldn’t remember how much Ashley had drunk that night, it was a lot though. It was certainly enough that she didn’t remember anything after the first couple of drinks. He would have so gotten away with it. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to do here. He was putting himself in the position to be in a lot of trouble, jail trouble. Just by feeding this girl so much alcohol he was already in deep. As he fixed her last drink the tiny voice in his head made a last ditch attempt to abort. It began to fade quickly as he added more and more rum to the splash of coke. Then, on a whim of pure perverted inspiration, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and rubbed the tip all around the rim of her glass.



He no longer sat the drink in front of her but instead just handed it to her. The poor girl, looking quite glassy eyed, eagerly took the glass now and drank, basically sealing her own fate. He sat across from her and watched put her lips to the glass where his cock had just been He suppressed the urge to sit next to her and put his hand on her knee. Stay cool. He watched her as she tried to focus on the movie but she kept blinking and was unable to sit steady. She took another drink and most of it spilled on her shirt and skirt.



Morgan looked down at her shirt. She hadn’t meant to do that but for some reason it was funny. She felt a sudden cold sweat.



“I think I’m going to be sick.”



Daryl panicked for a moment and then recovered, “Bu, Bathroom, that way.” He watched Morgan stumble off to the bathroom, hoping she would make it on time. Was this a good or bad thing? Hopefully she wouldn’t come out crying or worse. He imagined worst-case scenario, having to drive her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. That would be a bad thing, definitely. Could you drop someone off at the ER anonymously? Maybe this was a bad idea, a real bad idea. His once raging hard on had disappeared thanks to the re-emergence of ‘the voice’.



“No more booze for you little one,” he said to no one as he emptied her glass in the sink.



After five minutes of waiting, which seemed like an hour, Daryl finally heard the bathroom door open. She must be walking and that was good thing.



What returned to the couch wasn’t the worst-case scenario. What stumbled back from the bathroom and fell on the couch, lying sideways could possibly be, perhaps, the best-case scenario. Also returning was the stiffness in Daryl’s pants.



Morgan lay there, breathing heavily. She hadn’t really thrown up but maybe that wouldn’t have been a bad idea. What she knew is that if she had drunk everything, she’d be puking her guts out right now. What she also knew was that Squiggy was kneeling next to her on the floor asking how she felt…and rubbing her leg.



Daryl helped Morgan sit up. “Ugh, you really made a mess of yourself.” He saw her look down at the brown drink spots on her shirt. She then looked back at him seeming quite concerned.



“My Mom,” Morgan slurred as she looked back down at herself, “ish gonna fucking kill me.” She then sat back, resting her head and focusing on the ceiling and mumbled something.



Daryl continued to kneel in front of the girl unsure what to do next. For five minutes he sat watching her slightly shift sitting positions. Twice he touched her arm and asked her if she was okay but only received her mumbling response. The third time her put his hand on her bare leg. He was startled however when she lashed out at the couch with her arm. At first he thought she was swing at him, then realized she thought she was losing her balance and was trying to grab the couch. Then she opened her eye and looked at him.



“A mess!” Morgan blurted. Wow. She really did feel out of it as the room seemed to spin all of a sudden. She heard Squiggy say something about getting her cleaned up and the next thing she knew he was helping her to her feet and leading her down the hallway. He stopped her halfway down the hall at a small pantry door. She gripped his arm tightly to steady herself.



Squiggy knew he was playing this up more than he probably needed to but this seemed the best way to judge how drunk she was, which in this case was to see if she would just ‘go along’ with an unconventional suggestion.



“Ta-da!” chirped Daryl as he opened the pantry door to a small stacked washer/dryer. He saw that Morgan looked confused. “Your shirt. Mom. Clean. Get it?” He saw it come to her, and then her putting her hand across her chest in realization.



“It’s okay, I have a big shirt in my room you can change into. We’ll clean this in a flash and then I’ll drive you home. C’mon.”



He started leading her down the hall again towards the back end of the trailer. The end where his room was. He loved that she was holding on to him. It was as though she trusted him to lead her to help. It was a strong feeling, one he might think about later, but at this moment the feeling was greatly overshadowed not by a feeling, but by an urge. An urge that would only lead her to his bedroom and not really help her, but rather help himself to her.
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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.
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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.
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Daryl immediately felt Morgan’s struggle as she cried out. It only made him push harder.



Morgan panicked. Even in her drunken state she was afraid of how it might, no, would hurt her.



Daryl began to panic as well. He couldn’t hold back much longer and her sudden struggle made it difficult to hold her still.



With one last desperation shove and with a moan of “YESSSSS!!!”, the head of his cock popped into her ass just as he was cumming and the first jet of cum disappeared within her.



Almost immediately her body went rigid as he heard her cry out again. Her muscles had contracted and forced him back out such that the next stream of cum could not enter and shot straight upwards, almost hitting himself.



Morgan heard him curse and just before she passed out she could feel warm spurts hitting her back. She also thought she heard Squiggy laughing.



****



Morgan dreamed, or half dreamed, she couldn’t tell. It was sex, but it wasn’t. Like there was ghost or something. A warmth was spreading through her body, radiating outwards from down there. An invasion of sorts, like moist soft fingers, making her move, making her wet. Inviting an orgasm.



Morgan woke, breathing heavily. The dream was gone, but the feeling wasn’t. She tried to close her legs, but couldn’t. There was some thing there. She tried to focus. It was a person. A man. She couldn’t see who as his face was pressed against her.



Morgan looked around and tried to remember where she was. The nausea was gone, as was the spinning. There was only a warm pleasure.



His tongue. He kept swirling it inside her, against that special spot. How could anything feel so good?



Squiggy’s house. That’s where she was. But the man, the dirty blonde hair. Not Squiggy.



She looked down again and touched the man’s arm. When she saw him look up at her she gasped, it couldn’t be true. But it was. It was Lenny. Lenny the retard janitor was going down on her. Oh God.



Morgan again caught her breath when he suddenly stood and started to climb on the bed.



“Lenny? Lenny Wha, what are you doing?” she stuttered. She tried to look at his face for a response, but her gaze was drawn downwards to his huge penis.



“Just like Dolly,” he whispered to her as he climbed between her legs and on top of her.



“What?”



“Squiggy says, love you just like Dolly.” And then he put his fingers to his lips, “but shh, it’s a secret.”






Dolly? Who’s Dolly? A hooker? Or a blow up doll?



Then unbelievingly she felt his penis poking at her down their.



“Lenny, no.”



She saw a look of nervous concern on his face as he looked into her eyes.



“Help me, please? Lenny can’t find it.”



Can’t find what? It was a stupid question to ask as she already knew. What she did next she wouldn’t be able to believe even weeks later. She reached down and touched his penis. She could feel it quiver as she took it’s thickness in her hand. It was so big, hard. She placed it between her lips and before she could even pull her hand away she felt it slide through her fingers and inside her. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned.



The balding man holding himself above her may be the intellectual equivalent of an seven year old, had no jobs other than cleaning toilets but Morgan knew already that she may never have a sexual experience this amazing again.



He did nothing crazy. He only did one thing, long and steady strokes. She could feel every inch of him slide in and then all the way out to the tip, then back in. He was so big it felt like he was stretching her yet it was his thickness that also rubbed against her special spot. By his third stroke she began cumming, she couldn’t help it and didn’t care. She clutched his arms as the orgasms ripped through her. With each long stroke of re-entry her body convulsed, her toes curled and her nipples stiffened. She couldn’t comprehend how the most disgusting thing ever, being molested by a retarded man, could do this to her.



Then she felt him go deep, farther than before and she gasped. He stopped and his arms started to shake. She heard his breathing quicken and then stop. Silence. For a moment they were frozen in position. Then Lenny gasped for air and then let out a long low moan. Then she felt it. His penis spasmed and then the surge. She could feel each powerful spurt inside her.



“Lenny is done now.” Was all he said as he pulled out of her and got off the bed. He then opened the door and stepped out.



Morgan just lay there and caught her breath. She heard voices out in the other room and then a door close. It was time to go. The last she wanted was for Squiggy to come back.



Morgan found her skirt and bra crumpled in the messy bed covers but her panties were no where to be found. For some reason she thought her shirt might be by the washer but at the moment she had to pee real bad.



She slowly opened the door and saw the hallway was clear. She could hear the TV down the hall. Her shirt was indeed by the washer, balled up on the floor. She grabbed it and snuck into the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror as she didn’t want to see how bad she looked she sat down.



Before she could even start to pee it literally poured out of her. She felt the gush and looked down to see the large white cloud of sperm in the water.



She fixed herself up best she could. Squiggy had not only not washed the shirt but not, along with the brown coke stains there was a circular sticky wetness on the side. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Just getting out of here, panties or no panties. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to him.



The last thing Daryl wanted was for her to talk to him. After fucking Morgan the second time he started to panic. What if she told her parents? What if she went to the police? He was going to jail if she told. Panic brings about crazy notions, even sick ones like disposing of a body. He could never do that, even so those fucks over at the other trailer saw them together.



There was one hope. Squiggy was well aware that most victims never report in fear of embarrassment. Would she be embarrassed or pissed off? That’s when Lenny called and wanted to know if they could go out to Denny’s restaurant to eat. Perhaps she’d be less eager to explain to the world how harmless Lenny the tard also managed to get between her legs.



It hadn’t been that hard to get Lenny to go along. Heck, he was the one who introduced him to blow up Dolly. It was hilarious to watch him try and fuck that slippery things.



What Daryl hadn’t counted on was how fucking hot it was to watch him plowing the girl. Peeking through the door he watched and jerked off, using the girls shirt to blow his third, and albeit much smaller, load into.



Still he was nervous as he heard the bathroom door open and footsteps head down the hall towards the TV room. Then he saw her. A flood of relief hit him as she didn’t say a word and didn’t make eye contact, just headed to the door.



Morgan couldn’t open the door as it was jammed and was forced to talk.



“I can’t open the door.”



She shuttered as Squiggy strutted up next to her.



“No problem missy, warm weather always makes it sticky.”



He couldn’t help but turn to her and grin. “Don’t it just make you feel sticky all over?”



Morgan didn’t say a word as he yanked open the door. She stepped out as quickly as she could, turning briefly to Lenny, who was sitting outside in a folding chair.



“Bye!” he said with a wave and a genuine smile.



Daryl lit a cigarette as he saw the girl disappear beyond the next trailer. He turned to Lenny, who was still watching her.



“Whadya think of her Len?”



Lenny turned to him and smiled, “She was very, very warm.”



Daryl sighed, “Yeah, that was one special pussy.”



“Pussy is a bad word.”



“Oh shut the fuck up.”



Lenny hung his head, “Sorry Squig.”



“Hey, You want to go to Denny’s or not?”



Lenny perked quickly, “Grand Slam Breakfast!”



Daryl recalled pounding his cock into her, “Yeah, a grand slam is right alright.”



***



An hour later Morgan lie awake on the couch opposite Natalie’s. The only way to get Nat off her back was to promise to take her to meet the ‘boys’ next time. Natalie wanted to try smoking with them too.



What she wanted to most, however, was to take a shower. Even though she was happy to change out of those clothes into her sweats she was, as Squiggy said, sticky all over, inside and out.



Five.



Ted, Arthur, Charles, Squiggy and Lenny. Two months ago she had been a normal eighth grade girl, interested in music, boys, soccer and running. How was it possible for a simple webcam to have led to all this?



All she knew was that somehow it was possible, and it all happened.



The sticky ooze, that even now continued to drip between her legs, was proof of that.
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I’m not sure if I’m going crazy or what, but I’m sure not normal anymore. Why do I keep doing this? A few months ago my only worry was passing a history test but now I have to worry that someone will find out that I had sex with the janitor. Not even one janitor, but two.

Who am I? Who is Morgan? What happened to her?

Today was shit.

I was hoping to put the weekend behind me. Yesterday’s game sucked. I still can’t help but look to the crowd and expect to see Charles and Arthur standing there. And what’s the first thing I see as our bus pulls into school? Squiggy getting out of his car. Everyone yelled out the window to him as we passed. They love to tease him. I wasn’t really looking at him though. I was looking at my bright red panties hanging from his rear-view mirror. A memento for him, a reminder every morning and every evening when he gets into his car the stupid blonde girl that got drunk and passed out on his bed. A reminder to tell that story to any drunk buddy that would listen. Not the full story though. Not that the girl was only in eighth grade but something just as intriguing. And of course he would have to include that she was so horney she even let Lenny the retard got a chance once he was done with her. And the person would want to touch the panties, but he won’t let them. He’ll want to know that the only flesh that touched those panties besides his finger was my bottom. And then he’ll remember that he orgasmed in me twice, once in the front and once, well yeah, I cant even fucking say it.

~sigh~

And then gym class. The first thing I hear is someone yell “I KNOW YOU, I KNOW YOU!!!” and turning to see Lenny standing with his mop and bucket waving madly at me, AT ME! My stomach dropped when I realized it was him. What if he said more? What if he yelled “You are better than Dolly, can we sex again?” I lied to Darsey and the others. I told them he was lost in the hallway the other day and I helped him find his bucket. They all laughed and said mean stuff about him and then even worse they started talking about whether or not a retard ever has sex. They said she would have to be a desperate one-legged ugly prostitute with herpes to even consider it. I fake laughed. I had to. And at that moment it seemed disgusting and I had shivered. But now, in the quiet of my room here I can remember touching him, how big and hard he was. I had guided him to me and then felt it slide through my fingers. And I had orgasmed, hard. I know I was drunk but what is scary is that right now, right this very minute, if I was lying on my bed and he came to the bed, I don’t know what I’d do. Does this make me worse than a desperate one-legged ugly prostitute with herpes? Heh, I’ve already got the prostitute part down pat.

Okay, I admit it. I like the sex. I didn’t at first, it was creepy. Yeah I know I almost had an orgasm like every single time but I think that’s just me. I get so wet so fast it’s actually kinda embarrassing. And I can make myself orgasm almost as fast. Is that what it is? Is that whats making me do these things? Because I am craving orgasms? I don’t know anymore. It seems my reason for any of this, even going back to the webcam, changes every day. If only it wasn’t for that webcam maybe I’d go about this slower, and with someone a little more my age. I mean, yeah, what does like to have orgasms have to do with only being with old men? If only I hadn’t gotten the idea to show myself to Ted. Where the hell did that thought come from?

Okay maybe that’s it. I really didn’t think it could be but maybe that is it, cause you know, Ted wasn’t the first adult to see me naked when they shouldn’t. He wasn’t first at another thing too. But yes, I will have to go through life knowing that the first person I had sex with was Arthur. That will be forever my dirty little secret. But what happened last year didn’t excite me, I’m sure of that, it really only disgusted and embarrassed me.

Maybe it was all Lana’s fault. Two summers ago at soccer camp she introduced me to them, not people, but sports bras and running pants.

It was near the end of summer and I convinced Mom to let me go to soccer camp for a week. She really didn’t mind I know since she was with Richard then, and I know they liked to do it a lot. I mean, Mom was only 17 when she had me so she was only 30 last year when I was 13. She never had and probably will never grow up as she still likes to party hard.

Soccer camp was fun and all but Lana always made fun of me when we did the evening jog. She let me try one of her outfits and I was hooked. I loved the sports bra. Not like I really needed it that much as my boobs were just making themselves known. Not flat or anything but yeah, they were growing and it was annoying to run even with their slight bouncing. It felt great to run in a sportsbra though, no flapping shirt, no nothing. It felt like I was running in a jet stream. So when I got home I bought my first sportsbra and pants.

Then after my first run with them something odd happened. I was all sweaty when I got home and was getting a drink from the fridge when I ran into Richard. And for the first time when talking to an adult I noticed his gaze leave mine and travel downwards. For a moment I knew he was staring at my breasts. No one had ever ‘checked me out’ before. At least I think that’s what he was doing. I felt my whole face flush red and I got out of the kitchen as quick as I could without looking stupid. I went upstairs into the bathroom and looked at myself. I guess I didn’t look too bad, I certainly looked older than I did than in the beginning of the summer. I think my nipples were hard too, something that’s difficult to hide in a sportsbra, but something I never took notice of before.

Richard had always been sort of an ass, well more than sort of, he was an ass. He was a moocher and was just using Mom for sex and shelter before he moved on. That’s the kind of person he was and that’s the kind of person Mom usually latched on to. She liked him because he was a take charge kind of guy with attitude. Stupid biker attitude. He was tall and lanky with graying hair that he put in a stupid ponytail. I could tell he didn’t like me around as it just got in the way of him and my mom.

But it all changed that day. After that he was as nice as could be to me, suddenly interested in soccer an all that. He even took me to the mall and bought me new cleats. He also knew that I jogged the same time everyday, 3pm. That day happened to be on Sunday but during the week no one was home until 5:30 since my Mom would have to give him a ride home from work everyday. Of course he didn’t have a car.

So a few days later I came home from Darsey’s at two, chilled out for a bit and then got ready for my run. I used my new hot red sportsbra and took off. When I got home around 3:30 there was no car in the driveway. Of course there wasn’t as they wouldn’t be home for two more hours. I did feel an odd sensation when I got in the house, a weird sense that someone was there, you know, we all get that chill. I blew it off as I grabbed a drink, went upstairs, stripped off my sweaty outfit and tossed it in the basket. Since no one was home I had no worries about walking naked to the bathroom to shower. Our stupid little house on had one shower, which was in the bathroom across from my Mom’s room. Her door which is almost always closed was cracked open, but I hardly took notice and didn’t even think about until later.

I took a long hot shower and when I got out I had to leave the door wide open to let out the steam so I could see the mirror. I probably took a good 10-15 minutes getting dried and drying my hair in front of the wide open doorway. When I shut off the dryer I had thought I heard something an even stood straight in the doorway, facing my mother’s room, listening for anything. Hearing nothing I eventually went to my room and got dressed.

A few minutes later I went out to check the mail and when I came back in Richard was sitting in the kitchen. When I asked him when he got home he said he was home sick all day but was out back smoking cigarettes the last hour or so. I might have believed him except when I went back upstairs I noticed my mom’s door was now closed. He had been watching me.

I ran to my room, locked the door and almost got sick. I didn’t know if I was mad, embarrassed, disgusted or just paranoid. I think I was all of them. In truth I was just plain horrified that he, Richard the biker, had been watching me the whole time. And it wasn’t for a few seconds. I was naked for a long, long time probably not more than a few feet from him.

That night it got worse as the two of them were louder than ever before. Lying in bed I could still hear them even with my music playing. The worst was the rhythmic banging of her headboard against the wall. The next morning Mom whispered to me, hardly even embarrassed, that Richard was a wild man. She wished she knew what got him so excited so she could do it again. I almost told her right then.

I think at that point I decided to keep things in my head. It’s been nice in a weird way to write things out here, but I know no one will ever read this. For my eyes only, lol.

So, as you can imagine Richard was even nicer to me after that. My mom, of course, loved it noting how nice it was that we were finally getting along so well.

But yeah, Richard saw me naked when I was thirteen.

And I hated it.

I hated his attention to me, always commenting on how nice I looked and that I was really starting to grow up. I mean, how can you deal with something like that knowing he could think of you naked any time he wanted? He knew the exact size of my boobs, how much hair I had down there and that I had a mole on my butt. I mean, he never touched me or anything, he was just creepy nice.

And then he started doing stuff like making us dinner. Mostly crap like mac and cheese. But the most pathetic of all was his famous milkshake movie night. He’d insist on Mom and I to stay in the room while the movie started while he made milkshakes for us. He’d put a chair in front of the door to make sure we could steal his patented mixing slash shaking method. I’ll admit that they were pretty good and he always served me mine first. It kind of creeped me out that he would watch me drink, making sure I finished every drop. We did this every Sunday night for three months until one time when Mom snuck around the house and peeked into the kitchen window.

Within an hour Richard was gone from our lives. I had no idea what happened but knew it was something to do with what was going on in the kitchen. She wouldn’t tell me but kept apologizing to me over and over for nothing in particular. She even took me in for a physical after that with a few blood tests. I was totally confused. I remember peeking at my chart as I was worried I might be sick with cancer or something. The only thing that seemed odd was the mention of oral sex. I had no idea what was going on but heard her tell them that I wouldn’t need to talk to a therapist or anything.

I feel as stupid as can be in the fact that this is just dawning on me now. Richard was doing what Ted had done to me. He was masturbating into my milkshake and watching me drink it. For three months, a dozen times, I drank his sperm. Every last drop, just as he insisted.

Okay, ‘sperm’ sounds dumb. Those are only the tiny swimmy things. It’s called ‘come’. That’s all of it.

I still don’t get it. It’s not like Richard put his penis in my mouth. He only put his come in my drink. The fact that it ended up in my stomach seems…oh I don’t know. I guess its all in the mind. Do men imagine they’re having sex with one person while actually having sex with another? Did Richard imagine my mother was me that night?

Probably the funniest, or maybe saddest, thing is that a year ago I would have been devastated if I had found out what Richard had done. I am actually glad Mom kept it from me. I’d probably be in therapy for life. But now?

What does last year have to do with this year? Did those events slowly sink into my subconscious? Did drinking all those come milkshakes do anything to me? Ridiculous, but you never know what does what to what.

I wish I could say I wouldn’t do anything stupid again. I know it’s only a phase. Oh God, let it only be a phase.

After today I realize how stupid it was to do the Squiggy thing. If I do something again (geez, am already admitting I will) it will have to be further away from here.

No, I need to stop. What if I get herpes or, or. Can you imagine if Lenny got me pregnant?

Okay, I’m done rambling. I’ve been writing for almost an hour. I’m tired and have school tomorrow. Yeah, like I cant wait to see my panties dangling from his rear view mirror again.

I still can’t believe I had sex with Lenny and Squiggy. There is no rationalization in the world for that.

Still, I can’t believe how wet I am right now. 8*O

‘nite
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Old 09-17-2008, 05:22 AM   #31
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I cant believe soccer is over. Even with all the ‘stuff’ that’s been going on the last few months, soccer has been the one thing that’s kept me sane. I think though I messed up Coach J. He acted so weird during the end of year barbeque. I mean, I think I was the only one to notice his uncomfortableness, but you should have seen his face when all us girls in bikinis smooshed up next to him for pictures. I don’t know if he’ll be back for next year, lol



I don’t know what to do about Ms. Tibbits. I still feel weird calling her Leanne but that’s what she likes, so whatever. I mean, she’s really needy, to the point of being annoying. It’s like if I don’t babysit her nephew she’ll have a breakdown or something. I don’t know what I expected from her, but she’s nothing like the rumors I’ve heard. She’s actually quite nice and I think she needs to confide in someone, probably me.



When she dropped me off at home last we week we sat in the car for a good long while talking. She told me about her husband leaving her and there was something else bothering her, but she wouldn’t say. I think something bad happened and I feel really bad for her. I’m supposed to babysit again this weekend but not sure if I can, or want to. I sense she will be releasing some strong emotional baggage and I really have no idea what to say or do to help. Doesn’t she have a sister or pastor or mother to talk to? Why me?



God, she seems so alone, I really feel sorry for her.



I’m the one who should be felt sorry for. I’m the one doing all the fucked up things. Every day for the past two weeks I cant help but peek at his car when the bus goes by. And everyday my panties hang in his windshield. I wonder if he thinks about it every day? Hmm, dunno and shouldn’t prolly care.



Speaking of babysitting…I was speaking of that. No, I was talking about stupid things I regret.



I guess this one’s embarrassing in a whole new way. Yes, Morgan continues to amaze and astound!



So I had to babysit the Driscoll’s Thursday. Yes, babysitting is all I do anymore. I have almost 10,000 dollars in my closet and I’m collecting $20 to babysit pukey kids. And heh, I’ve been slowly converting the 20’s to 100 dollar bills at the bank. I tell them its for my moms business. It’s much easier to hide. I have no idea yet what I’d tell Mom if she found it.



So anyways. By the end of the night babysitting (and oh, Mr. D saw that I wore a loose button down top so of course he had me walk little Joey to him, leaning over and holding his hands. It’s funny but I never realized how you can tell exactly where someone is looking. He wasn’t looking at Joeys face or my face, but somewhere in between, which just happened to be right down my shirt. So I blame him giving the night that sort of tone. I couldn’t get it out of my head.)



So yeah, by the end of the evening I found myself in Mrs. Driscoll’s father’s room (he was the stroke guy). He was just like before, not really responsive except that his eyes seemed to follow me around the room. I looked on the TV for something with girls on it to see if he’d look there, but there wasn’t anything. I held the glass up to him and put the straw in his mouth to give him a drink, which he took. I even talked to him, asking if anyone was home. I started to make myself laugh.



That’s when I noticed it. I mean he was lying on top of the sheets in pajamas. It moved. I actually saw it move, creating a little tent of sorts down there. I’m not sure why, I mean I wasn’t doing anything or was naked or whatever. But it moved.



So what do I do? I watch his eyes. I watch them as I unbuttoned my shirt and open it. His eyes go right to my chest and my newVictoria secrets bra. Not the wonderbra (which I could prob use), but one of those petite satiny things. Why would I wear that under a flannel shirt? I dunno, prolly cause I thought Mr. D would like to see it if he looked down my shirt, lol.



So his ‘tent’ grows even more. So then, just because I’M A FREAK I open the front clasps and let him see my boobs!! I mean, who is he gonna tell?



I could prolly never explain to anyone why having an old man, an almost comatose old man, staring at my boobs and getting hard gets me excited. I cant even explain it to myself, I just know it did. My nipples wee actually stiff, like it was freezing or something, god I’ve never seen them poke out so far. I asked him if he liked the view and I swore he almost answered me.



So then, if that wasn’t enough, I took his hand and put it on me. I actually took his hand, gently, and leaning over, rubbed it over my boobs.



That’s when the tip of his penis POPPED through his pajamas opening.



I put his hand back down and just stared for a moment. That’s when I heard the garage door open. For god sakes what is the matter with me?!?!?



Anyways, I got out of his room quick. It’s not like I could tuck it back in, lol, if I touched it would have only get bigger!



As Mr. D was paying me, his wife came out and asked the last time I looked in on her father. I said like an hour ago. She laughed and said it was probably good that I hadn’t just been in there. Mr. D asked why but she could barely explain without cracking up.



I thank god they came home when they did. Me and my one thing after another destructive behavior would, geez, I don’t even want to think about it.



But I have been thinking about things. I’ve been thinking about visiting the college. I mean, not like Aunt Jenn. I don’t want to be used by 40 college guys and posted on the internet. But I think I could maybe see what someone younger is like. I know that sounds kinda whorey and all, but I like it, sex that is, and that’s hard for me to admit. At the college no one knows me, I’ll have to dress older, which is weird cause I liked having them know I was so young. But this would be a regular type thing, just two people hooking up. Maybe it’s a stupid idea and maybe it wont make me feel any more normal, but dang, getting excited by watching a coma guys penis pop up is hardly normal.



I don’t know. I really need to find an activity for the winter, I mean besides the ‘hobby’. Darsey is gonna play basketball. I HATE basketball. I have to do something.



I shouldn’t be going to a college. I shouldn’t be babysitting for old men. I shouldn’t be doing any of this.



But I still do.
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Old 09-17-2008, 05:23 AM   #32
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This is the end of the story as the author decided to move onto other projects... It would be fun to continue the story here and see what we come up with.
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That was da bomb!

I would have liked some bondage in there though... during the scene with Squiggy I was thinking about Squiggy getting some rags and tying her to the bed.
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