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Morganrunner14 - A Second Coming
by Wifeseducer (wife_seducer@hotmail.com)

***

Morgan uses her nubile fourteen year old figure to 
tease her best friend's father. She then feigns a 
drugged stupor and finds just how far her neighbor will 
go when he thinks he has free access to her body. For 
more stories about Morganrunner14, check out 
directories 31 and 35. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, voy)

***

Ted peeked out his window and watched his young 
neighbor walk by. Even in the fading light he could 
make out all the perfect features of fourteen year old 
Morgan Healy. And even though her shorts and cute 
spaghetti string top concealed her budding body from 
the world he knew. He knew exactly what it looked like 
underneath; perfect mouthful sized tits, tight little 
butt, and very soft looking blonde thatch of hair that 
barley covered her virgin pussy.

But all that observation came from a tiny viewing 
screen. Enlarging pictures only made them grainy. His 
heartbeat quickened and wetness returned to his palms 
as he eyed his new digital camera and the tiny bottle 
of clear liquid beside it. For the moment he knew he 
would do it. He didn't know about the next moment.

By the time Morgan walked out of her door she had 
forgotten all about Ted as her thoughts returned to 
Arthur. Why did she let that poor excuse of a human do 
those things to her? 

She knew he was the type of man women hated, the type 
that stared at your breasts and glared as though they 
were mentally undressing you. But she had given him 
(well sold anyways) something he couldn't get 
otherwise, something taboo, something illegal. He 
didn't seem to care about any circumstances because of 
her, because he had to have her. She indulged his sick 
fantasy, willingly.

Already the whole sex episode seemed blurred, almost as 
though it was some sort of outer body experience. She 
knew she had to get this out of her head before she got 
to Darsey's else she would be sweating like a pig. And 
damn, she still felt slimy down there. Maybe it was 
because she was thinking of sex. Sex, yes sex. It 
wasn't so bad, was it? When she recalled her orgasm she 
felt a rush of blood to her head.

Darsey greeted Morgan at the door with a huge grin and 
a large glass filled with crushed ice and red liquid.

"What's that?" questioned Morgan.

"It's a Margarita stupid, what do you think it is?" 

Well, a margarita made as well as fourteen year old can 
make one, rum, margarita mix and some crushed ice.

Morgan stepped in and took a huge sip and gagged at the 
alcohol.

"Whoa, there's alcohol in this!"

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Good ain't it? I made it 
myself." Darsey beamed with pride.

"You're Dad let you have this?"

"No way, you kidding me? He left a half hour ago to 
bring mom to the airport. He won't be back for at least 
two hours."

Morgan took another sip and grimaced. She went to hand 
it back to Darsey.

"I got my own. C'mon Room Raiders is coming on."

They both giggled and ran to the TV room to watch the 
cheesy MTV reality show.

As he had done dozens of times before, Ted opened the 
never-locked laundry room window of the Healy household 
and slipped inside. He made his way up to Morgan's 
room. He smiled as he knew he could find it now with 
his eyes closed. He peered into her room but did not 
see her Snapple anywhere in sight. 

He knew from the cam that she had one but she didn't 
leave it in her room. He made his way back downstairs 
to the kitchen. We he opened the fridge he saw what had 
to be Morgan's half empty Snapple. Again he felt his 
hands shaking as he grabbed it and set it on the 
counter.

He fumbled to pull the small vial from his pocket. When 
he looked at the bottle he felt his cock harden. He 
cackled out loud at the apparent Pavlovian effect upon 
himself. He thought for a moment of giving her a 
'double' dose of the drug and his cum. But he knew he 
was already doing something incredibly risky and stupid 
so why fuck it up if the interaction of the two made a 
bitter taste. Besides the next time he jerked off could 
be in front of her naked body. That's right, no 
touching…just looking.

Carefully he mixed the solution into the contents of 
the bottle. And just to be convinced he took a small 
sip himself and swished it around his mouth. Yup, 
tastes like Snapple. He spit in to the sink and 
carefully placed the bottle back into the fridge. If 
Morgan didn't drink it tonight he would sneak back in 
later and empty it out. Can't have her passing out in 
front of her Mom.

Now all he had to do is wait for her to get home…and 
hope her Mom slept over her new boyfriends as Morgan 
had mentioned to him earlier online. By the time he 
returned to his own home he had to take a cold shower 
to rid himself of the sweat that had covered him during 
his escapade.

Meanwhile, Room Raiders had finished the same time as 
Darsey and Morgan's margaritas were drained. Morgan 
already felt a buzz in her head, and it felt good.

Darsey shut the TV off and jumped off the couch, 
tripped on the table and flopped on the floor. They 
both cracked up.

"C'mon Morg, lets make another and do some hot tubbin"

Morgan grinned, "Sounds like a plan to me." She pulled 
off her top and shorts, revealing her bathing suit. 
"and like a flash, I'm already ready already ready 
already. Whatever."

They both burst out laughing again.

Minutes later they were sitting, sloppy drink in hand, 
in the hot tub on the back deck of Darsey's house. For 
the next half hour thye talked about most everything. 
Then Morgan looked up at the house next door.

"How's your neighbors?" she blurted.

"They're fine, how'r yours?" snorted back Darsey.

"No I mean is the guy okay? Like you know when you lay 
out in the sun tanning you think he watches you?"

"Geez, I don't know. I never thought about it, but 
thanks for making me paranoid now."

"Hey, maybe we should wait till he wife goes out one 
day and lay out naked. Give him a thrill."

Darsey gave a horrid grin. "No fricken way, you are 
definitely whacko tonight. No more booze for you."

"Maybe he's watching right now." Morgan said as she 
dunked under the water. When she came up her bikini top 
was off.

"What the frick are you doin?"

Morgan sat up on the edge of the tub, topless.

Darsey looked horrified, "Geezus crap Morg, put your 
top back on. My dad might come home!"

Morgan turned towards the neighbor's house. "Mr 
Neighborrrrr…are you watching?". She hoped that somehow 
he was.

"Morgan!"

Morgan turned back and giggled. "It's cool, no one is 
there. Just chill."

"What if was there? He'd see you naked"

"If you only knew I just let a strange man jump my 
bones." Morgan thought to herself. Her mind began to 
wander.

"You gonna put your top back on?"

Morgan returned from her naughty thoughts. "Not yet, 
this feels good, all free and everything"

Darsey turned at looked back at her house, "Okay, just 
watch for my dad."

Morgan grinned to herself, "Oh I will."

Shortly Morgan noticed that the more relaxed Darsey 
got, the differently she stared at her. Although Darsey 
had a pretty face she was more than a bit larger than 
her. And even when boys noticed her early maturing body 
Darsey had never mentioned a word about them. For a few 
minutes they both were quiet.

Morgan reached in the hot tub and took out a handful of 
water and slashed it on her face and hair. She then 
grabbed the nearby hair brush and combed her hair back.

Darsey couldn't help but look her up and down. "Geez 
Morgan, when did you get so friggin gorg?"

"Hey don't go staring at me lesbo"

Darsey was stunned for a moment, then grinned and 
splashed Morgan. The next minute was an all out splash 
fight.

"Wait, my contact" Darsey blurted. They stopped as 
Darsey fiddled with her lens.

That's when Morgan noticed the lights pull in the 
driveway from the other side of the house. She didn't 
say anything to Darsey. She sat back on the edge of the 
tub and grabbed a pair of sunglasses from her purse and 
put them on. She threw a pair to Darsey.

"Here blindy use these for protection."

Darsey put them on and giggled, "Sunglasses at night. 
Yeah, this is so cool. You dork."

Morgan abruptly started a conversation about tomorrow's 
soccer game and Darsey fell in quickly as she also 
played on the team. As they talked Morgan kept one eye 
on the kitchen window. She knew Darsey, with her back 
to the house, wouldn't notice her dad home. Morgan 
knew, however, that he would notice them though, but 
what would he do?

When she saw a dim light through the kitchen window she 
knew he must have entered the house.

The first thing Craig Ely noticed when he entered his 
living room from the garage and flicked on the table 
lamp was the mess in the TV room. TV was on, sticky red 
rings on the glass coffee table, couch pillows and 
clothes scattered on the floor.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh those girls, Arg!" he muttered 
as he shut off the TV.

As he walked into the kitchen he heard muffled voices 
coming from outside. The girls must be in the hot tub, 
sounded like Morgan was over. 

After his trek to the airport and back he was thursting 
for a beer. As he cracked open a cold one he thought 
for a moment. Ahh Morgan, she and Darsey were best 
friends for years and years. She must have been only 
six years old the first time she came over. 

How she had certainly blossomed into a great, and yeah, 
beautiful girl. He remembered a few weeks ago when 
Morgan was over in their above ground pool with Darsey. 
Yes, seeing her 'new' body in a bikini was a bit of a 
shock. He could not deny admitting just how good she 
looked.

Craig could also not deny himself of taking a peek out 
the kitchen window. Yeah, maybe that bikini body 
deserved a second look.

This 'second' look was nothing like the first.

Through her sunglasses Morgan saw the outline of his 
face in the window for just a moment. He definitely was 
there. So either he would come out and yell or 
something else

Craig almost dropped his beer. Fucking Christ! She was 
sitting there fucking topless. No shirt, no bikini, 
nothing. Nothing but a set of perky white little tits.

Craig stepped back quickly. He felt his face turning 
red, though he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or 
what. He was pretty sure the girls didn't see him else 
they would have made some sort of a ruckus out there.

He stood and listened. The girls continued to gab as 
they had been before. Craig took another large swig of 
his beer and set it down. Then without thinking he went 
back to the other room and shut off the lamp he had 
turned on when he came in. He wasn't sure why he did 
that, no, he knew exactly why, because the kitchen 
would be completely dark and he wanted another look.

Morgan continued to play it cool. Mr. Ely hadn't come 
out or yelled through the window so she wasn't sure 
what was going on. Then she saw the already dim light 
go dark in the kitchen. She slid all the way back into 
the tub again.

Craig's brow was covered in sweat by the time he had 
the nerve to peek out the window again. He also had a 
hard on like never before. It hadn't been since he 
peeked into his neighbor's window as a horny teenager 
did he feel such nervous excitement. When he saw only 
Morgan's pretty face was above the water line he was 
only a bit dismayed. She had to come back out again. 
She just had to.

Craig could hardly tell what the girls were saying 
above the din of their boom box, but he didn't care. He 
just wanted to see. And since for some odd reason they 
were wearing sunglasses he knew they most probably 
couldn't see him.

Suddenly Morgan turned her back to the window and stood 
up. Craig watched as she seemed to bounce up and down 
and grab her boobs as though she were flashing the 
neighbors. He stared as the water cascaded down her 
toned back and over her bikini bottom. Then Morgan 
turned back around and both girls let out a screech of 
laughter.

Craig stood breathless as Morgan again took a seat on 
the edge of the tub facing him. Somehow his pants had 
come undone and as he pulled his cock out he began 
stroking himself. For the next five minutes he stared 
and stroked in wild wonder. Just a year ago she had 
seemed so tiny and thin, like a walking stick, and now, 
tits, perfect young handfuls only ten feet away.

His breathing quickened as his fantasies took over, 
fantasies of touching young Morgan. In the hot tub, in 
the bed, in the shower, fuck yeah. When Morgan lay back 
on the hot tub deck it as too much for him. He shot his 
cum in the sink, cum as though had never cum before.

A few moments later, after recovering, he zipped up and 
then proceeded to 'arrive home' again, this time with 
more lights and noise. He heard another screech of 
laughter outside and when he looked out the window 
Morgan was covered up as he suspected.

When the girls came in the house they could hardly 
stop.

"Hi Mr. Elyyyy." snorted Morgan. 

Darsey smacked her and they laughed some more.

Craig just shook his head and tried not to stare at 
Morgan. "Hi Morgan, you ready for tomorrows game?"

"Oh, I'm always ready to play."

Craig's mind went wild. If she knew that he had just 
seen her topless then she might understand how her 
words were driving him nuts right now.

"Speaking of which, I gotta get going." Morgan said as 
she picked up her clothes from the floor.

Darsey saddened, "I thought you were gonna stay over."

"Can't, Mom wants me home tonight." She lied. "I'm just 
gonna change quick."

Craig watched Morgan enter the laundry room and shut 
the door behind her. He realized that for a moment she 
would be completely naked in there. He wished he could 
be invisible for just two minutes.

Morgan emerged from the room.

Darsey smiled, "Hey you better get some sleep, remember 
that my Dad's gonna video our game tomorrow."

A thought suddenly occurred to Craig and he blurted 
"Hey Morgan, why don't you just bring your suit and 
stuff with you to the game. We can just come back here 
and you guys can swim or relax in the hot tub." He 
instantly regretted saying that as he thought it 
sounded somehow perverted. With all the perverted 
thoughts running through his head right now he just 
didn't know.

Morgan noticed him glancing at the laundry room but 
replied brightly and innocently "Sure that's cool, 
thanks Mr. E!"

By the time Morgan entered her house she had barely 
finished reviewing in her head all that had gone on 
today. Thoughts quickly turned to what might still 
happen. She entered the kitchen and eyed the 
refrigerator. She knew immediately that Ted had been 
there as the tiny bit paper lay on the floor next to 
the fridge. 

When she had closed the fridge door earlier she had 
placed it between the door and the fridge so that it 
would fall the next time someone had opened it. And 
someone had. When she opened the door she also noticed 
her Snapple wasn't in the same exact spot. Had he 
really done what she thought he did?

Ted didn't know what to think now. She was home and it 
was already too late to go in and undo it. What would 
happen?

Morgan took the bottle in the bathroom with her and 
examined it. There was no clouding in it so she knew he 
hadn't left his usual offering. Was he really trying to 
drug her? She took the tiniest sip and tasted nothing 
strange. She then poured the rest down the drain and 
filled it partially with some water.

Morgan then jumped in the shower and scrubbed herself 
totally clean.

Ted was going nuts trying to catch a glimpse of what 
was going on next door. Then he noticed the light in 
Morgan's room come on. Quickly he ran to his computer. 
He saw her briefly as she dropped her towel and put on 
an extra long tee shirt and pink panties. Then her 
light went out. 

Was she going to bed? Did she drink it? There was no 
way he was going over if he didn't know. He looked out 
his window for some sort of clue. Then he noticed the 
light from the TV room come on. Quickly but quietly he 
ran his back door to the only place with a view of the 
TV room.

Morgan sat on the couch and flicked on the TV. She had 
thought about sitting in front of the computer and 
'drinking' her Snapple but really didn't want all her 
'viewers' watching her. Besides that she still had 
quite a buzz going and just felt like lying on the 
couch. She knew that Ted could see into the room from 
outside if he wanted to. And she knew he wanted to.

Ted watched from between the wickets of the diving 
fence. He had a surprising clear view of Morgan sitting 
on her couch. She was munching on a bag of potato chips 
and yes, 'the' bottle was sitting there on the table. 
When she took her first sip he pulled his cock out and 
began stroking. What ever was going to happen was going 
to happen.

"Thank the Lord for creating salty chips." he whispered 
to himself as he watched her continually drink from the 
bottle, finally draining it. "Finish it all, that's a 
good girl."

A few minutes later Ted's breathing quickened as he saw 
Morgan shake her head as though she were trying to 
clear the cobwebs. Over the next few minutes he watched 
her rub her eyes and try to keep from nodding off. Once 
she even tried to stand up and had to sit right back 
down. Then she nodded off for a few moments and woke, 
nodded off again, tried to get up. Then she just laid 
back.

Morgan lay still for quite a while. It wasn't difficult 
as the alcohol had totally relaxed her. In fact she 
almost fell asleep waiting for something, if anything, 
to happen. When it did she almost jumped off the couch. 
The phone rang. She knew immediately who it must be. He 
was testing her. It rang a few more times until the 
answering machine picked up. Then it rang again a few 
moments later. Then a third attempt. Then quiet. 

Then the doorbell rang a bunch of times in succession. 
She knew then he would soon be in the house. This was 
the time to move if she didn't want him to come in. She 
had to know what he wanted to do with her. She didn't 
budge. A loud bang came from the laundry room.

Ted slipped in through the window. It must have been 
his nerves but as careful as he was his foot slipped 
and smacked against the dryer, emitting a loud hollow 
bang. He stood in silent shock, scolding himself. He 
tiptoed into the kitchen and then to the front door. 
From there he called out in a low voice.

"Hello. Hello? Anyone here? I heard some strange 
noises. Hello?"

No reply. He continued to call out softly as he walked 
back through the house to the TV room. He reached the 
couch where Morgan was. Sure enough she was fast 
asleep, laying back on the couch cushion, feet still on 
the floor. Her damp hair was mussed up and covered her 
most of her pretty face, and her long tee barely 
covered her panties. He had to stop and take a deep 
breath in attempt to slow his pounding heart. When he 
composed himself he continued with the usual methods of 
testing; calling her name, shaking her shoulder softly, 
then harder. She was definitely not waking up.

Morgan heard him walk to the window and pull the 
curtain closed. Then she felt him sit next to her on 
the couch. He shook her shoulder one more time. When 
she felt his hand on her leg she felt a surge go 
through her body and wondered how she could pull off 
playing 'passed-out'. The hand began to slowly caress 
her leg. Did he notice that her nipples had stiffened?

"Just want to see, that's all, just look, nothing 
more." He continued to repeat his mantra, trying to 
believe himself despite the fact that his hand was 
traveling further and further between her thighs, her 
tender thighs.

He froze as she suddenly shifted her body. It wasn't 
much and she seemed to settle right back down. If his 
cock wasn't hard enough already it became even harder 
as he noticed two things. Her shirt had pulled up 
slightly and he could see her panties. It had also 
pulled a bit tighter over her chest and he could see 
her nipples poking through the thin material.

Again she felt Ted's hand on her shoulder. This time it 
only remained there for a moment as it slowly inched 
down her shirt, stopping just above her breast. A thumb 
began to caress the top of her boob, circling lower 
until it pressed against her nipple.

Ted's excitement grew when he felt it stiffen.

Ted stared up at the fourteen-year-old's cute face for 
any reaction as he continued to fondle her breast 
through her shirt. When he gently pinched her nipple 
she seemed to flinch slightly.

"Just want to see, that's all, just look, nothing 
more." Ted once again tried to convince himself that he 
wasn't doing anything that wrong.

The hardest part for Morgan was keeping her eyes 
closed. She wanted to see the look on his face. She 
could hear him mumbling things and his breathing 
deepen. His fingers were shaking when they first 
touched her but now they were relaxed. Once his strong 
hand encircled and held firm her small breast she knew 
she was done. It felt so good.

Morgan felt Ted shift on the couch. When she felt him 
grab the bottom of her shirt she knew what he was 
trying to do.

There was no way he was going to pull her shirt up over 
her tits unless he moved her somehow. He realized the 
best way to do this with the least amount of moving 
would be to stand on the other side of the couch behind 
her. Once behind her he leaned over the couch and her 
body to grab her shirt. His face neared her neck as he 
did so and he could just smell the innocence on her. 

Slowly he pulled the shirt up, unwedging it from 
between the young girl and the couch. Again he watched 
her face as he did so. Her body rocked slightly and her 
eyes seemed to open slightly and then shut again. When 
he looked down he realized he could sop pulling. The 
prize sight, the puffy pink caps of her nipples were 
now in plain sight.

Ted walked around to the front of her again and admired 
her. "God you are so fucking gorgeous. Look at that 
fucking body." And he did. His eyes roamed from her 
bare toes, up her legs to the tiny panties that seemed 
molded to her pussy, tight belly and then those tits. 
Full color, no graininess, no tiny picture, just right 
there, just for his pleasure.

Upon hearing his words Morgan suddenly realized why she 
was somehow attracted to these older men. They weren't 
like the boys in her school or even high school. Those 
boys just wanted to get laid or get a BJ. They didn't 
care about the girl it could be any girl, even a slut 
like Amber Collins. But from her experiences with all 
her webcam voyeurs, Arthur, Mr. Ely, and now Ted was 
that the difference is that these men worshiped her and 
her body. 

They wanted to explore every inch of her, drink her in 
with their eyes. And they would do anything to get her, 
touch her, and use her. She swooned at the thought that 
she was their perfect fantasy. A taboo fantasy. And she 
had the power to make that fantasy come true for them. 
She was in control.

She knew he was staring at her and she so much wanted 
to see the look in his eyes.

Never before had lust coursed so violently through 
Ted's body as it did now as he stood before the young 
half-naked girl. He unconsciously rubbed his cock 
through his pants. Then, moving the coffee table aside 
he kneeled in front of her. Gently he eased a hand on 
each of her knees and slowly pulled them apart.

Morgan felt his body move between her legs all the way 
to the couch. This time she heard him whisper "Just 
want to see, that's all, just look, nothing more." He 
certainly wasn't listening to himself for the next 
moment his hands slid up her belly and over her 
breasts. She heard his loud moan of a sigh as he began 
to fondle her.

If there was a heaven then this had to be it. He looked 
again at Morgan's expressionless face. Even when a 
sudden pang of guilt flowed over him about what he was 
actually doing he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. He leaned 
forward and took one of her tits in his mouth.

The sudden wet warmth on her breast caused her to 
flutter her eyes open for a moment. She could see the 
top of Ted's face as he nursed on her. So very badly 
did she want to touch herself. Moments later he moved 
to suckling her other breast.

After what seemed an eternity of bliss Morgan felt him 
to start to move down, kissing her belly and sliding 
his hands to her waist. She gulped in shock as she felt 
his fingers slide under the waistband of her panties. A 
moment later he was pulling them off.

Ted had to move back for a moment in order to get the 
panties over her knees. He watched them fall silently 
to the ground. This was one time that her freshly worn 
panties meant nothing to him. He lifted one of Morgan's 
petite feet out the panties and then forgot all about 
them as he moved her knees apart once again. His eyes 
fixated on the spot where her legs met, where many 
times before he had seen the soft blonde fleece but 
never a good view of what it barely covered. Nothing 
was hidden anymore and he immediately decided that this 
spot was absolutely where heaven had to be located.

Morgan felt embarrassed for a moment. How could you not 
when some man has your legs spread open and is staring 
at your crotch. Then for the second time today a man 
began kissing her legs, earlier it had been a semi 
obese stranger she had stripped for at the mall and now 
it was her neighbor. A man who she might say hello to 
tomorrow as he pretended to be just a friendly good 
hearted neighbor, a neighbor who had drugged her and 
was now kissing his way inside her thighs.

Morgan thought she might explode if/when he touched her 
'there'.

"Just want," kiss, "to see," kiss, "that's all," kiss, 
"just look," kiss, "nothing more."

Ted could feel her body shift and jerk ever so slightly 
as he kissed his way closer but her faced still showed 
nothing. He continued ever closer.

An inch away from heaven he stopped. He pushed her one 
leg farther apart, exposing her even more to himself. 
He let his fingers gently trace her sweet little pussy, 
noting every hair, line, crevice and fold of her lips. 

He began to massage the top of her slit, knowing her 
clit was buried in there somewhere. Again her hips 
shifted. Ted smiled for a moment as maybe she might be 
having a sexual dream. "Well," he thought. "I'll have 
to make sure she wakes up satisfied.

At first Morgan figured he would stick his finger in 
her, but he didn't. Unable to stop herself she let out 
a deep breath as she felt his warm mouth press into 
her. First kissing, then licking. She felt his fingers 
pull her open and his tongue slip deeper inside her. 

She could never have imagined such a feeling. She 
wanted to grasp the back of his head and pull him 
further in. She wondered for a moment if he still would 
be as eager to lick her if he knew that only a few 
hours before that Arthur had his penis in there. When 
Ted slipped a finger inside her she swooned.

By now Ted had his cock pulled out and he was stroking 
like mad as he kissed, licked and slurped at her virgin 
little slit. He recalled for a moment his last 
girlfriend, a forty five year old bitch who had the 
hairiest patch he had ever sceen. He decided not to 
recall how she had tasted in the one time she talked 
him into it. This little future homecoming queen tasted 
exactly how it was supposed to taste. And how easy it 
would be to just stand up now and jam his cock into 
her. 

From the wetness his finger pulled from deep inside her 
he knew was definitely ready. What an incredible fuck 
that would be. No, no, no, he wasn't going to do that 
to her. He couldn't do that to her. As much as he 
wanted to, she didn't deserve to be raped like that. He 
might not cum in her, but definitely on her.

Just as with Arthur, Morgan felt Ted get into a rhythm, 
and when his tongue found her tiny clit it was almost 
too much. She gasped softly as a moan escaped from her. 
She gave in to her hips and let them move slowly. Ted 
seemed to take it for granted. She only hoped he wasn't 
on to her. She felt her orgasm coming yet she tried to 
hold back. She was going to cum. Then suddenly he 
stopped.

Ted almost came when he heard her soft mewing. He let 
go of his cock and pulled back. "Not yet." He thought.

Morgan felt him stand up. She thought for sure that he 
was going lay over her and put his penis in her. "It's 
okay," she thought to herself. "Just use me for 
whatever you need." She wanted him to do it. For the 
first time she understood what her mother had meant 
when she overheard her on the phone with one of her 
boyfriends. About aching for it, needing it so bad.

Instead Ted shifted her body on the couch, lifting her 
feet on to one end, laying her on her side with her 
head propped on the pillow on the other end. Then he 
moved in front of her face and started to masturbate 
again. 

Again Morgan risked a momentary glance, just barely 
opening her eyes. Inches from her face was Ted's penis, 
the tip glistening, with Ted's hand wrapped tightly 
around it furiously stroking. It was an amazing sight 
she would never forget.

Ted moved closer to the couch as an uncontrollable urge 
forced him to touch the head of his cock on her lips. 
He stopped stroking and squeezed, forcing some precum 
to ooze from the tip. He swiped the glisten fluid 
across her lips. As he pulled back a long strand still 
connected his cock to her pouty lips.

Ted stepped closer again and once more placed his cock 
on her lips. This time he pressed into her, trying to 
part her lips. But Morgan turned her head away from 
him. Ted assumed it to be some sort of instinctual 
reaction. Gently, with the tips of his fingers, he took 
her chin and slowly pulled it back towards him.

When Morgan tried to pull her face away a second time 
she felt his strong hand hold her steady. When again he 
pressed himself against her lips she let him enter and 
for the first time, after tasting cum so many times, it 
was time she tasted the head and shaft of a penis. 
Salty and sweet at the same time mixed with the strong 
musky scent was almost overwhelming.

Ted looked down and could hardly believe what he was 
doing, though he couldn't stop himself. And he was 
amazed on just how well it was working. "Just keep 
dreaming you're sucking on a Popsicle." Heck, she 
probably couldn't suck better if she was awake. He 
watched as the head of push out her cheek as he pumped. 
Then he closed his eyes and savored the warmth of her 
willing mouth.

Morgan fought to breathe as his penis continued to fill 
her mouth. Suddenly she felt him pull out and she could 
hear him stroke fast and hard. When she heard him moan 
she peeked just in time to see a large stream of white 
fluid fly by her cheek and onto the couch behind her. 
Then another stream, this time it fell across her 
cheek. Another small glob dripped down. Then his penis 
was in her mouth again. 

She heard him gasp and felt his body tremor. Morgan 
felt his penis spasm in her mouth as it released 
another small amount of liquid. Then he pulled back, 
she heard him sigh loudly and then plop down in the 
chair next to him. She then forced the salty fluid 
forward in her mouth and over her tongue.

For five minutes Ted just sat there and tried to catch 
his breath. He looked over at the mostly naked girl on 
the couch. When he saw the small trail of cum on her 
cheek he smiled as he felt his cock stiffen slightly. 
He knew he had to get a picture of that.

Morgan continued to lie still as she heard Ted go to 
the laundry room and get something. She was really 
hoping he'd leave as she just wanted to get to bed and 
rub herself. When she saw the bright flash, even 
through her closed eyes, she knew what he was doing.

Ted clicked away knowing he had room for over 300 
pictures on his camera. He knew he really shouldn't do 
this as it evidence of what he did. Again he didn't 
care.

Morgan heard him finally stop clicking. She wasn't 
crazy at all about the pictures being taken, especially 
when he spread her legs apart and took close-ups. Too 
late she realized that maybe she could fake waking up. 
Instead of leaving though, she heard him head upstairs, 
to her room. When he came back down minutes later 
Morgan was shocked as he put his arms under her and 
lifted her up. "Let's get you to tour room." She heard 
him murmur.

When they reached her room she could tell her light was 
on and a quick glance relieved her of her fears that he 
was going to show in front of her cam. The cam seemed 
to be covered with a hat or something.

Ted set her down on the edge of the bed in a sitting 
fashion. He lifted the young girl's shirt over her head 
and off as she fell back on her bed. He watched with 
delight as her little titties bounced slightly before 
coming to rest. He then resumed posing her naked body 
for his camera, of course including shots with her 
stuffed animals. He then rolled Morgan on her belly to 
get some of that perfect butt of hers.

Morgan felt increasingly awkward and hoped he would 
just leave. Then she felt him climb on the bed and 
straddle her legs and could feel his hard penis lying 
between her cheeks. More pictures. Then he moved again, 
placing his leg between her legs so that he straddled 
only her left leg. 

She felt Ted set the camera down for a moment as he 
slid he hand under her right leg and lifted. She was 
forced to roll half on her side as he put her ankle on 
his shoulder. His penis was lying on her left inner 
thigh, now just inches from her crotch.

Ted looked down to see his cock lying on her bare thigh 
and like some ethereal compass it pointed directly to 
heaven."These should be some good shots." Ted whispered 
as he picked up his camera and snapped a few. "Just a 
little closer" he murmured as he shifted his body up 
her leg, the tip of his cock right next to her lips. 
"Just looking, that's all." He used his thumb to spread 
her lips as his cock head moved in.

Morgan knew what was coming though she never expected 
Ted to go this far. He kept whispering about not 
touching her yet his hips were rocking slowly and his 
penis was going further inside her. It was much bigger 
than Arthur's and she worried for a moment as the 
sensation of fullness overcame her. 

The sensation quickly turned to pleasure as he entered 
even further. Her wetness allowed to slip easily within 
and soon he was deep enough that she could feel his 
penis press into her bud. The aching was gone now and 
this felt so so good.

Ted heard the moan slip from her lips when he entered 
her fully. So tight, so warm and wet. His hips started 
moving quicker, "No, no, no, no…" . He dropped the 
camera on the bed and grasped her leg with both arms, 
pulling it tight to his body, forcing himself deep 
inside her, as far as he could go. When he heard her 
moan again he came, flooding her tiny body with his 
cum.

He held still for a moment before slowly withdrawing. A 
wave of guilt and shame flowed through him as he 
quickly got off the bed. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck 
is wrong with me. I got to get out of here." He somehow 
managed to get her panties and shirt on her again and 
then tucked her in. He grabbed his camera and hat from 
the webcam and shut off the light. He cleaned up the 
downstairs and left.

His guilt, however, didn't last long as 20 minutes 
later he was reviewing the pics from his camera, 
already hard again.

Morgan lie silently in the darkness listening to Ted 
downstairs, waiting until she knew he was gone. She 
glanced at her clock, 2:37 a.m. She had to be up in a 
few hours for the game. This was a day like no other 
day in her life. What was she doing? Why had she let 
him do those things, why did she tease Mr. Ely, why 
Arthur? She was now worse than Amber, the sluttiest 
girl in school. 

Was that what she was, a slut? A secret slut? Yes, only 
she could know this. Nobody likes a slut. But no one 
knows. They all think she is pure. Yes, it's good to be 
pure, they all want that, they need it, those men. Her 
fingers slid down between her legs and dove into gooey 
mixture of her wetness and Ted's sperm. 

When she knew Ted was gone, she let herself cum, and 
she came hard. All the images of the day rocketed back 
to her. She heard herself moaning loudly.

In the morning, as she dragged herself to the shower 
she still felt slimy. She suddenly recalled that 
feeling from yesterday and blurted out a laugh in 
realization that Arthur must have somehow removed his 
condom. She knew exactly when too. She shook her head 
in amazement.

Morgan stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She 
touched her matted pubic hair. Could anyone tell that 
the sperm of two much older men was inside her?

Morgan played the whole first half of the game in a 
daze. Some halftime oranges and some razing by her 
teammates woke her up though. In the second half she 
returned to that normal determined fourteen year old 
kick ass soccer player, scoring two goals and adding 
three assists as the Wildcatz ran away with game.

After a brief team meeting, Morgan and Darsey headed 
off towards the parking lot. Just before they reached 
the stands Morgan look over at Darsey.

"Hey, you forgot your jacket."

Darsey cursed and ran back to the field.

As Morgan watched she heard a voice behind her.

"Great game Morgan"

Morgan turned around. It was Arthur. But how? How did 
he know she was here? How had he found her?

"You really kicked butt out there!" Arthur added 
enthusiastically.

"Umm, thanks" was her unsettled reply.

Then Arthur turned to the man next to him.

"I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. This is 
Charlie."

Morgan looked up at the man. He was thinner than Arthur 
but looked older than him since he was bald except for 
what was left of his white hair. He held out his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Morgan."

Totally caught off guard Morgan took his cold hand. 
"Hi."

"I certainly enjoy watching you in action."

Morgan took her hand away and stuttered. "I gotta go. 
Bye" She turned and headed past them.

"Don't forget to check the box sometime." Arthur called 
after her.

Morgan didn't have a chance to think of what he was 
talking about before Darsey joined her again.

"Who was that?" Darsey snorted, all out of breath.

"Umm…just a friend of my Mom. His, uh, daughter was on 
the Blades."

"Oh." Darsey looked back at Arthur. "He looks like one 
of those old pervs that would hang out in the park. How 
could you stand next to him without grossing out? ugh!"

Darsey shook in an exaggerated shiver.

Morgan laughed and wondered what Darsey would think if 
knew that just yesterday she had willingly let him have 
sex with her, his fat naked body lying on top of her, 
his sperm now inside her.

Morgan nervously looked back over her shoulder. The two 
men still stood in the distance smiling at her. She 
looked ahead again.

"C'mon Morg, race you to the car."

"Uh, yeah" Morgan smiled again, "Yeah, we can check out 
all my scores your dad videoed!"

They both broke into a run towards Darsey's dad.

Craig Ely stood by his car and watched with a newly 
lusted interest as his daughter and young Morgan ran 
towards him, her ponytail bouncing as she trotted 
along. She was indeed the persona of youth, innocence 
and beauty. Add in a hint of budding sexuality and it 
could drive a man insane.

Drive him to do the insane.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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