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Archive name: morgan3.txt (mmf-teens, cons, exh, mast)
Authors name: Thall (anthall@usa.net)
Story title : Morgan III

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Morgan III (mmf-teens, cons, exh, mast)
By Thall (anthall@usa.net)

"I can't swim Tony" Morgan said pouting.

"You don't have to swim, you can lay on the beach." 
Tony told her.

They had both windows open as they drove, the warm air 
rushed in, making it necessary to shout at each other.

Morgan was not thrilled with the idea; she just knew it 
was going to be a nightmare. There were lots of 
undressed people at the beach, lots of kids who could 
be cruel in their observations. Morgan knew Tony just 
wanted to see her in the new bathing suit they had 
picked out. He had picked out three little triangles 
that wouldn't cover anything. She had wanted a one 
piece that covered everything, they settled on a two 
piece that she still felt was revealing. But the look 
on his face when she had modeled it had made her feel 
delicious, so she had let him buy it for her. Now, she 
was a little apprehensive about wearing it in public. 
She just was not an exhibitionist, it was one thing for 
Tony, the boy she was in love with to see her, but she 
didn't want every Tom, Dick and Harry checking her out.

In her heart she knew Tony was not trying to embarrass 
her, he was just trying to get her to realize that she 
was a pretty young woman. He told her often enough.

"Tony come on, I burn easily, can't we just lay around 
in the back yard, I can burn just as easily there as I 
can at the beach." she pouted.

"Yeah, but there isn't any sand, not seagulls crapping 
on you, no smell of salt air, not pier to walk on, no 
beach to walk on, no saltwater to wade in..." he was 
rambling on.

"No rude little kids with big mouths, no insensitive 
jerks who can't resist commenting on the tall girl. Why 
do guys think that everything that comes out of their 
mouths is an original thought? Like "How's the weather 
up there stretch?" or "Can I climb you" and the way 
they stare, like they bought a ticket for the freak 
show and I'm just supposed to stand there and let them 
get a good view." She said.

"I don't know Morgan, I just wanted to spend a day with 
you, if you would rather spend it watching television, 
I'll turn around." He said looking concerned at her.

Morgan shook her head sighing.

"Nah, I guess being with you is more important than 
being scared some jerk will say something mean to me." 
she told him reaching over across the expanse of the 
truck's bench seat to touch his arm, letting her 
fingers trail down his arm.

"Well have a good time. My mom filled up a huge ice 
chest with food and drinks, she thinks you're too 
skinny by the way, she says you don't eat enough. We 
have an umbrella, so you won't burn, lawn chairs, a 
blanket, about two gallons of sun tan lotion, to smear 
all over your body and if someone doesn't like the way 
you look, give them the finger." he said trying to get 
her in a better mood.

"I guess so." she said, she just knew it was going to 
be a bad day somehow.

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Morgan was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans over 
her suit, she had her hair in a ponytail and wore 
sunglasses. Morgan had bought a huge straw hat her mom 
used while gardening. They had staked out a little plot 
of beach, set up the umbrella, spread out the blanket, 
set up the chairs, she had helped Tony carry the ice 
chest, a huge Coleman chest that they anchored the 
blanket with. Morgan sat cross-legged, her elbows on 
her knees, her chin in her hands. She wanted to go 
home.

Of course Tony ripped off his shirt and jeans and went 
running down to the water, the first thing, at least he 
didn't try to get her in the water. If it were a pool 
she could sit and sip her legs, but no he had to come 
to the ocean, you couldn't see what was in the water, 
it was dirty, stuff brushed you and scared you, it was 
salty, why did people come to the beach anyway?

You got sunburned, sand got into every pour, in your 
hair, there were to many people gawking at you. She was 
not going to sit around in a skimpy bikini just so 
everyone passing by could get a good look at her.

Morgan gave a deep sigh. She reached into her big bag 
and searched around for her driver's handbook. She had 
to study if she was going to get her license. Her mind 
began to wander. How come things came so easy for Tony. 
She would never have talked to him, not in a million 
years. He didn't let people get to him, unless it was 
about her, then he had some kind of male macho thing 
going on. She kind of jealous when she saw a girl 
talking to him and he was so friendly he would never 
think of not talking to them. She hated it when girls 
giggled and batted their eyelashes at him. She knew she 
was the only girl for him, that they would never have a 
chance with him. But of course she knew something they 
didn't.

Her eyes gazed at the water, she watched the gulls 
soaring, dipping to and squawking. A Frisbee flew 
through the air, two, normal teens playing. A group of 
small children were playing chase or tag, Morgan 
couldn't decide. She looked down the beach, a group of 
boys, stripped to their trunks where playing touch 
football. She studied the people around her. An older 
couple sitting and talking a young woman perhaps in her 
twenties was laying on a towel, on her front, tanning. 
She looked around her, people were in their own little 
world. She could hear music playing, but it was a 
jumble of different sounds from a number of different 
radios and players.

Morgan watched a young man and woman, probably about 
her age, walking by about ten feet from her. Morgan had 
not interest in the guy, she didn't even look at his 
face or body. She did check out his tight little 
package in the front of his trunks, she checked out the 
girl. She was your typical Southern California beach 
blond. She was wearing a thong and her top barely 
covered her nipples, she had nice tits and by normal 
standards she was tall and thin. Morgan realized that 
the boy was looking back at her, even while he had his 
arm around the blond. He was looking at her! Checking 
her out.

"Morgan, getting a good look?" Tony asked running up, 
he was checking out the guy checking out Morgan.

"Mmmmmm." she hummed still looking.

Tony opened the cooler and grabbed a can of ice tea, he 
grabbed a towel and began drying himself off.

Morgan looked over at him. She checked out his bulge. 
She knew for a fact he was wearing a jockstrap, which 
she had been introduced to quite intimately. She had 
not known a device existed, like a bra for cock and 
balls. How did he stuff all of that into a jockstrap? 
His bulge looked like every other guys. But she knew he 
had a lot more in there than other guys. Like she had a 
lot more than other girls.

Morgan stood and removed her shirt, she threw it at 
Tony, he pulled it off, she undid her jeans and pulled 
them down. She threw them at him, she stood in her 
bikini, she removed her hat and threw it at him.

Tony was laughing as he warded off her projectiles.

She let her hair down, literally. She put her hands on 
her hips.

"Happy?" she asked him.

"Very much." he said smiling up at her.

"Good, why don't you get over here and put some of that 
lotion on me," she said kneeling down and then 
stretching out.

She heard him moan.

"Oh shut up, like you've never seen me half dressed 
before." she said folding her arms and laying her cheek 
on her forearm.

Tony stared at her. 

Again, he raised his face up and mouthed the words 
"Thank You".

He grabbed the lotion and knelt at her feet. He removed 
her size thirteen sneakers, being very careful with 
them. They were custom made and had cost a lot of 
money. He smiled as he bent her legs up, she had 
painted her toenails.

"Cut it out Tony." she straightened her legs back our, 
spreading them a little.

"Why are you pissed at me?" he asked.

"We could be out making love, but no you want to play 
in the sand." she mumbled.

Tony smiled, he started on her right leg, he squeezed a 
line of lotion from her asscheek, down to her the heel 
of her foot.

Morgan shivered. Tony began to rub it in, gently, 
smearing it around her skin.

"Did you shave?" he asked her.

"Had to, this little piece of cloth you seem to like 
didn't cover up everything." she mumbled.

Morgan felt his hands on her leg, he was using soft 
gentle strokes, which became firmer with each stroke. 
Then his fingers began to press in, long strokes, which 
she associated with him and her on a dining room table.

Morgan closed her eyes, it was nice having a boyfriend 
and it was nice knowing he liked doing what he was 
doing to her. Morgan sighed deeply.

Tony applied lotion to the other leg and began the same 
way, nice gentle strokes. Then increased with pressure. 
His fingers dug into her thighs, digging into the 
muscles, he reached the back of her knee at the bend, 
she felt his lips press against her. She smiled. Then 
down her calf, kneading and pressing. Then he got to 
her foot, he picked it up and began pressing his thumbs 
into the soles of her foot.

"Tony? Are you giving me a massage?" she asked looking 
over her shoulder at him.

"Yep." he said biting her big toe.

Morgan pulled her foot away.

"Ow, what are you doing, just put the lotion on you 
idiot." she laughed.

"You are just bound and determined to pissed off today, 
aren't you?" he asked her.

"Yep." she echoed him.

Tony squeezed lotion on her back, she had a long back, 
he followed her spine and then wrote on her back.

"What does this say?" he asked her.

Morgan felt his finger move through the lotion.

"I...L...U...V...U. Iluvu?" she asked. She shook her 
head smiling.

Morgan rolled over on her back.

"Jesus Christ, your have big tits." he said laughing.

Morgan blushed, she looked around.

"Now your just being mean." she pouted.

"I'm trying to get you to laugh Morgan, why are you in 
such a bad mood?" he asked her.

"I'm not allowed to be in a bad mood?" she asked.

"I didn't say that." he said confused at her attitude.

"Tony, I'm not comfortable here okay, I don't like the 
ocean, I don't like the beach, I don't like getting 
sunburned. I would rather be in a dark theatre watching 
some stupid movie and feeling you feel me up. I want to 
be alone with you, not out her where we can't do 
anything." she said turning back over.

"You don't know me very well do you Morgan?" he asked.

"What, I know you very well..." she said and then 
stopped, she started to smile when she saw the evil 
smile on his face.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"Lay back down Morgan. Before I met you, I had a lot of 
time to think up a lot of nasty things I would love to 
do for a girl." he said caressing her asscheeks.

He stretched out beside her, their arms touching. 
Morgan turned to head to look at him, he lay looking at 
her.

She felt his hand on her back, gently stroking, his 
fingertips just caressing her skin, then he was pulling 
the strings on her tip very slowly. She removed her 
sunglasses so he could see her eyes.

She didn't say anything, but felt a tingle begin in her 
inner thigh. She didn't look around to see if anybody 
was watching, it seemed to take forever for him to pull 
the string free. Then he was pulling the tip string 
around her neck. Her nipples were aching, with the 
pleasure of knowing someone might be watching him undo 
her top.

His hands caressed her neck gently, across her 
shoulders, then back to her neck, he moved closer to 
her, so he could whisper in her ear.

"Raise up a little, don't look around." he said.

She rose up and felt her top being pulled away from 
her. The urge to grab it was strong, but she stared 
into his eyes. She trusted him totally.

"Lay down now, can you feel the sun on your back, the 
little breeze caressing your skin?" he asked her.

Morgan just watched him.

Tony put his arm over her, moving even closer.

"Roll away from me," he said softly.

Morgan rolled on her side as he moved closer. Pressing 
her bar breasts to his chest.

"Keep moving over me." he said.

Morgan moved on top of him covering him.

"Your crazy." she said, trying to look around.

"Look at me Morgan, right here, look at me," he said 
holding her face, he pressed his lips to hers.

Morgan felt her heart beating faster, anyone could see 
them, they were laying out in the open, anybody walking 
by could see that she wasn't wearing a top, she knew 
the sides of her bare breasts were visible, she moved 
her arms down to cover them.

"Spread you legs over mine." he told her.

Morgan let her legs spread over the outside of his.

It seemed hotter than it had before. She could feel the 
breeze cooling the sweat on her skin.

Her eyes were staring into his, he had his glasses of 
so she could see right into him, he was very serious 
about this, he wasn't laughing. His tongue found hers, 
but she was to busy thinking about someone seeing 
her...

Tony eased her head down onto his shoulder. She could 
feel her abdomen pressing against his length, he was 
growing under her, she moved her tummy back and forth.

"Lay still, don't move. There's a couple walking by. I 
think it's the one you were checking out, blond girl." 
he whispered.

Morgan groaned, she couldn't believe it, she was 
getting wet. Oh God, her crotch was exposed to anyone 
walking by, they could probably see the wet spot on her 
white bikini bottom. Son-of-a-bitch, she thought, he 
had been planning this. He had wanted her to get 
excited knowing how wet she got and how embarrassed she 
was to have people looking at her. Knowing that it was 
him that was doing it, having his hands caressing her, 
his words caressing her soul.

"He looks interested, he keeps looking back." he 
whispered.

She felt him tense.

"Shit." he whispered.

"What?" she asked.

"Beach Patrol" he said.

Morgan felt her breath coming faster. Where were they? 
Were they going to get caught? Oh God, she would just 
die if they got caught.

"Don't move Morgan, they are checking some kids for 
beer." he said holding her head down, her face in his 
neck.

Morgan was excited her face was burning with 
embarrassment. She could feel his hand begin to move 
down, slowly over her back and side.

"Don't." she whispered feeling his hand reach her hip, 
he was slowly pulling the string on her bottom, she 
felt cool air hit her as the front flap fell flat.

"Morgan, here they come, it's two guys. Fuck, they're 
coming this way, don't move." he cautioned her.

Morgan could hear the crunch of sand. He wasn't lying, 
there was someone coming up on them. Morgan squeezed 
her eyes shut, she pressed against him harder. Why was 
he doing this to her? Why was he trying to embarrass 
her. His fingers caress that bare spot on her lean 
thing where her suit had fallen away.

Then she heard the footsteps stop.

"We need to check your cooler." she heard a voice say.

Morgan felt her pussy grow wetter, she couldn't stop 
it, her face was on fire and she knew her nipples were 
boring holes into Tony's chest. He was getting bigger 
also, she could feel the head of his cock pressing into 
her abdomen now, slowly crawling up her belling. He 
would be at full length when he hit her belly button.

She felt Tony nod his head and then she heard the 
cooler open.

"Thank you, have a nice day and enjoy the water." she 
heard a very authoritive voice say. Then she heard the 
footsteps recede.

Morgan had a little climax as Tony reached and slid a 
finger down over her pussy, quickly nudging her 
clitoris. Morgan jerked.

"Don't move, your almost naked Morgan." he said and she 
noticed that his breathing was coming harder also.

She moaned when his hand left her neck and moved down 
her back, she felt him untie the other side of her 
bikini. Then he was slowly pulling at her bottom from 
dragging the material against her pussy lips.

Morgan bit his neck, she felt his hand slide under the 
material and his finger slid between her ass crack. 
Morgan gasped loudly as she felt his finger press 
gently against her asshole. He didn't push, just 
pressed, back and forth, gently, not trying to probe 
her.

Her hot breath burst from her nostrils, her hand 
clutched his shoulder. She tried not to move, to not 
draw attention to herself.

Morgan slipped her right arm under his neck, her hand 
held his jaw. She could feel the head of his cock press 
against her belling button, she was pulling her stomach 
muscles in and out as she gasped for breath, in time to 
his throbbing cock. His finger resumed its journey 
downward, finding her wet lips and then he stopped.

"The guy with the blond just walked back by without the 
blond, he's looking Morgan, his eyes are huge, he's 
looking back, I think he knows." Tony said and pushed 
against her straining clit.

Morgan reached her arm down, she raised her tummy so 
she could insert her hand between them, she slid her 
hand under his cock and gripped it, he was not 
completely hard yet, she reached down, sliding her hand 
into the waistband of his trunks, pushing them down to 
his balls, she gripped his balls, caressing them, she 
felt his cock leap.

Then she felt his finger enter her, such a little 
thing, his middle finger slid into her, hooking back 
towards her asshole. He was barely moving it inside of 
her.

So slowly, she was so wet, she was so excited and so 
embarrassed, the heat fueled her excitement, her 
excitement fueled her embarrassment. She wanted to 
move, but he was holding her neck, her face in his 
neck, her eyes squeezed shut. She came, her legs closed 
tightly against his.

Tony rolled them over her pressed his lips to hers, she 
was cumming, not big, she only did that when he was 
inside of her. But she was cumming, she tried not to 
make a sound and then he was cumming, shooting up 
between their bodies, drenching them as always, she 
loved having his semen on her body, it was so hot. Her 
body shook and jerked as she suffered in silence.

Tony was grunting softly every time he shot off. Slowly 
he rolled her back on top of him and slid out from 
under her without a word, she felt him tying her bikini 
bottom back in place, he rubbed her ass gently, the 
patted it.

He slid her top back under her as she rose up, he tied 
it in back and at her neck.

She watched as he wrapped a towel around himself and 
then went running to the water.

Morgan began laughing. She looked around, they were 
alone actually, there was no one looking, no one 
watching, no beach patrol.

Tony came back dripping wet.

He flopped down beside her. Morgan kissed him.

"You are something else, who came to check the cooler?" 
she asked.

"My friend Dennis." he said smiling.

I told him when I had you on top of me to wait a few 
minutes and come by. He didn't look, if he had I would 
have killed him." Tony said.

"What about the guy with the blond?" She asked looking 
around.

"I saw him checking you out, they never came back by." 
he said.

"So no one was actually looking at me?" she asked.

He shook his head almost laughing.

"You shit Tony, I was so embarrassed." she said hiding 
her eyes.

"But excited." he said.

She nodded her head.

"Morgan did you have fun?" he asked her.

"Yeah." she admitted.

"And you never got in the water." he said.

Morgan rolled her eyes.

Tony moved close to her and they sat looking out at the 
water holding hands.

Morgan thought the beach wasn't so bad after all. Maybe 
next time she would get up the nerve to actually go in 
the water.

Tony slid an arm around her and held her as she leaned 
against him.

Continued in Part 4...

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