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Chapter 6– Beyond the Call of Duty
Morgan
laid back on her bed perusing the song list on her iPod and sighed at the
short listing. She glanced at her computer. Yeah, it was time to download
some new tunes.
Morgan
sat at her computer and fired up her Limewire file sharing program. Twenty
minutes later she had thirty new songs. She then clicked on the video tab
and searched there. Tons of videos came up. She knew she’d have to run to
the mall soon and get the new iPod video player. Now that would be cool to
watch videos on that. She glanced at her closet. It wasn’t like she didn’t
have the money.
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Just for fun she typed the word ‘soccer’ in the search field. A number of soccer blooper videos were listed with some real ones. She started to download a Mia Hamm goal video as she was her idol. Then, looking back at the long list she saw another video that probably had nothing to do with soccer at all. It was named ‘soccer mom gangbang’. She clicked on the name to see the description but accidentally double clicked on it and it started to download the 88 meg file. Just then a buzzer from the oven went off downstairs. |
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As she stood
up she noticed the ever watching eye of her webcam.
“Sorry, no shows today boys.” She whispered to herself.
Two hours, and a few Tivo MTV Real Worlds later, Morgan
returned to her room. She had forgot about the downloads and checked her
computer. The new My Chemical Romance videos were incredible, she so loved them
despite everyone at school seeming to hate them. Definitely getting the video
iPod.
The last video in the
completed downloads was the soccer mom video. Morgan stared at it for a moment
when curiosity got the better of her. She double clicked on the video.
A second later the video filled
her screen. A typical good looking college-aged boy, spiky hair, and holding a
large blue cup stood in front of the camera. He reminded her of Ty Pennington
from the Home Makeover show.
“Okay kids, in today’s math lesson we are going to find out
what the numbers one, four and thirty have in common. Give up? I‘ll give you as
hint. It’s what you get when you mix one innocent soccer mom, four cups of grain
punch (he holds up the cup), and thirty horny college boys. Don’t believe me?
Then watch this.”
The video
switches to a noisy, crowded party scene in a frat house. ‘Ty’ is standing in
the far corner with a young (but older than the typical college girl) blonde
woman. The camera man makes his way though the crowd and approaches the couple.
They both notice. The woman seems confused, Ty smiles. When it reaches them Ty
looks into the camera and speaks.
“Hey Steve! I want you to meet Jennifer.” He looks at her
and whispers, “Jennifer, right?”
The woman, Jennifer, looks uncomfortable in front of the
camera. The petite and pretty blond, about 25 or so tries to shy away from the
camera.
“She’s a little
pre-occupied, she’s in town visiting her sick father.” he continues.
“Nice to meet you Jennifer”
replies the cameraman.
“I just
stopped by to say hi to Steve, he’s been very friendly” she blurts in a
whispered voice, “I’m leaving in a moment.”
“C’mon” boosts that cameraman, “Hang out a while, have a
drink, meet the guys. We’re not so bad. Have a little fun.” He begins to back
away. As he does the video zooms on her wedding ring clad hand and then pans
back up to her face.
Morgan’s
jaw almost hit the floor. “Aunt Jennifer?” She whispered to herself in shock. It
couldn’t be, no way, but it was.
Aunt Jennifer was her mom’s younger sister, the good one,
the polar opposite of her mother. As her mom was the trampy unmarried pregnant
at eighteen chain smoker, Aunt Jenn was always the nicest and purest person she
had ever met. Morgan had already been looking forward to spending a week with
her and Uncle Mark after school let out. What was she doing in that place, with
those boys? She remembered Grampa being sick about two months ago and her mom
wouldn’t go. Mom knew her perfect younger sister would take care of everything,
she always did. If there was anyone in the world Morgan looked up to and wanted
to be like it was her Aunt Jennifer.
Morgan stared, hardly blinking as the video continued.
The video popped back to the Ty
alone with the cup.
“Now let’s
all count to four together.” He cheerfully announced.
The video returned to the frat
house and a blue circle with the number ‘1’ appeared in the top left corner. In
the picture Jennifer was talking with ‘Ty’ in the far corner of the room and
drinking from a blue cup. The picture switched and the number ‘2’ appeared along
with the caption “Ten minutes later…”. She now had a red cup, then a yellow,
then a green. At this point, thirty minutes later she seemed quite drunk, her
body language was so relaxed that she was starting to stumble a bit.
A little circle opened in the
bottom left of the screen with Ty in it again.
“See what happens when you drink too much, not only does it
make it difficult to stand but also hard to make rational decisions. I mean,
don’t you think she should be headed on home to her husband by now?”
In the video Jennifer staggers
towards the front door but Ty gathers her in and redirects her out of the room
towards the stairs.
In the
circle Ty looks up to the right (ala Brady Bunch style) and speaks again.
“Oops, I guess not.” He looks
straight into the camera again. “Okay boys and girls. Are you ready to count to
thirty? Well, I am.” He smiles and his circle disappeared.
Morgan’s jaw dropped even further
as heavy metal music began to play and the video switches to a messy bedroom.
There was her aunt Jennifer lying naked on the bed with some guy thrusting his
penis into her mouth. He suddenly moaned and pulled out, shooting his sperm all
over her face. A large red ‘1’ appeared in the top right of the video. It
quickly switched to Jennifer on her hands and knees with a different guy behind
her having sex with her. He suddenly grabbed her hips and held her still and
moaned out loud as a large red ‘2’ appeared.
Morgan watched in disbelief as the crowd around the bed had
sex with her aunt in every way possible, showing only the last few seconds of
each ‘encounter’. Their sperm went in her mouth, on her face, on her body, in
her body. All the while Jennifer seemed in some drunken stupor of pleasure,
never resisting, never taking control, as if she just let them do what they
wanted to her, let them use her. The point when Jennifer was on her back with
one boy straddling her face and another with her legs over his shoulders was
when Morgan began to unconsciously touch herself. Both boys orgasmed at the same
time. Even some black boys did her, had one even forced himself in her butt,
making her half moan, have cry in pain, her face buried in the pillow. The last
boy, number ‘30’ was a very large fat boy. He was on top of her the normal way
but he was so big she couldn’t even her aunt Jennifer beneath him except for her
calves and feet on either side of him held up pointing towards the ceiling
bouncing each time he rocked into her. Morgan couldn’t help but imagine that the
tiny feet bobbing was all that could be seen of herself when Arthur was on top
of her. She saw the boy’s body stiffen as he groaned. Jennifer’s legs flopped to
the sides as he crawled off of her, leaving her spread eagled on the bed. The
camera zoomed in between her legs as a large glob of white goo started to leak
out of her open lips. The end of the video showed her lying naked, asleep on the
bed, her body covered with black markings. Yes, they had all written their names
on her with magic marker. Then the video clicked off.
“Holy fucking shit”, Morgan
whispered to herself, still unable to comprehend all that she had just seen. Why
would Aunt Jennifer do that? Why didn’t she stop it? What would Uncle Mark
think?
A few weeks ago she
would have been appalled but after all that she had gone through since it was a
bit clearer. Maybe her aunt was exploring herself as well. Maybe she was more
like her aunt than she ever thought. It would be so weird to see her when she
visited.
Morgan climbed into
bed and continued to rub herself. All the feelings of the past weekend came back
to her and they mixed with the video she just viewed. She had let thirty of them
have sex with her in a row. What would it feel like to have that many men in a
row? She started to cum before the chance to explore that thought any deeper.
The next morning Morgan had been
late to school, but not because she got up late or missed the bus, but rather
that it took longer than she thought to ride her bike to the Vienna post office
before school. Now she sat in the back row of Social Studies pondering the still
sealed envelope tucked inside her school agenda book. Looking around the room
she stared at the girls in class. Were any of them having sex yet? Tammy Baxter
most certainly was, at least she was pretty sure if rumor had it, though it was
with a seventeen year old high school boy and not a sloppy 50 year old
overweight business man.
She
turned her attention towards her teacher, Mr. Whitaker. She was sure he would be
the pervy type but his eyes never strayed towards any of the girls in class. He
didn’t watch their asses when they left the room, his eyes never drifted from
eye contact to their chests. He did, in fact, treat everyone the same, as a kid.
He wasn’t the only one either. Morgan had kept close vigil on all the teachers,
watching where their gazes went. Even the gym teacher gave absolutely no
indication that he was the slightest bit interested any of the girls in her
grade, especially not her. And if they were, they sure hid it well. For a moment
she wondered if any of her webcam viewers were teachers. Maybe Arthur was a
teacher, or Charles, or maybe even a principal. Even Letterman, the janitor (his
name was really just Dave but everyone called him Letterman) kept his eyes to
himself. But there was the night janitor, a greasy little guy that sometimes did
days. She remembered he would look the girls up and down while holding his
mop.
Her heartbeat quickened as
she slowly pulled out the envelope from her agenda book and stared at it, her
hands already getting sweaty. Quietly she creaked open her desk, pulled out a
pair of rounded rubber-handled school scissors and cut the end off the envelope.
She looked around and made sure no one was paying attention to her, especially
the teacher as this was probably not the kind of note you want to be caught with
at school.
Again there were
multiple pages, each containing its own brief cryptic note.
Page 1: CHARLES
Page 2: SAME RULES
Page 3: SOCCER
UNIFORM (COMPLETE)
Page 4: FOLLOWING GAME = BONUS
Page 5: REPLY AT BOX
Morgan quietly folded the papers and returned them to the
envelope. Strangely enough her first thoughts were not or whether to or not to,
but that her next home game was this Sunday at two and that she’d somehow have
to avoid getting a ride home with Darsey as her parents usually drove her there
and back.
She stopped and shook
her head, trying to gather some sense of reality. With Arthur it had been
different, kind of a spur of the moment thing, even if it hadn’t really been.
She felt sorry for Arthur. No. It had excited her to strip for him in the
changing room as he basked in the glory of seeing her unclothed underage body.
Then she went to his house and she let him…use her. She recalled Charles. He
seemed so distinguished, gentlemanly, proper. His white hair trimmed neatly,
clothes proper like he was the president of some company or something. But he
was just the same as Arthur, he wanted to have sex with an underage girl, a
perverts dream come true. And of course she was the girl. How did that
happen?
Sometime between Social
Studies and dismissal Morgan #2 penciled her reply.
By eight o’clock that evening Arthur relayed the message
“Sunday 4 p.m. Hennessey’s Exxon” to Charles. By eight-fifteen Charles was
toasting himself in celebration of the fact that in a few days he would be
laying pipe to the little ball of energy he had watched on the soccer field.
Arthur really wasn’t shitting him and this was for real. How that sad sack he
met on the internet managed to bag that sweet thing was beyond comprehension but
at the moment he didn’t care. All he cared was having her little mouth wrapped
around his cock. Fuck the rules, he had his own rules and the first rule was the
fourteen year old girls don’t make rules, they follow them. And little miss
soccer could be the key to a door that even Arthur had no idea about yet. A
place where five grand was a drop in the bucket.
School and soccer practice kept Morgan pretty busy the rest
of the week, though too often her thoughts turned towards the upcoming Sunday.
She had checked the post office box yesterday and received the confirmation that
they would pick her up. Why would there be a bonus if she came right after the
game? That was just weird; she’d be all sweaty and dirty. Maybe he wanted her to
shower first, maybe so they could watch. Where would Arthur go? Would he leave
them alone? Could she really go through with this? She knew she could easily bag
and ride home with Darsey. Heck, she still hadn’t come up with an excuse to not
go home with them. It was reassuring to know that she had an out if she wanted
one. Three days seemed a long time to ponder the situation and already she was
starting to flip flop her decision.
The more Morgan thought about it, the more confused she
became. The thought of sex with these men didn’t excite her as she was hardly
attracted to them. The thought of kissing any of them (especially Arthur) turned
her stomach. Heck, when she thought about Arthur he reminded her of, of Peter
Griffen from Family Guy. So if he was so gross, then why did she do it? Then the
image of his face came to mind, the look on his face when he wrapped her fingers
around himself, or when he stood between her legs and began to press his penis
into her, or the way that human cartoon character almost suffocated her while
lying on top of her just before emptying his sperm inside. But mostly as he
watched her get dressed after he had used her. Yes, he had used her. He didn’t
care if she enjoyed it, and neither had Ted, and neither would Charles. Morgan
suddenly felt a sudden stirring inside. Used. Why that sounded so good she
couldn’t yet understand but yes, she needed to be used again.
It felt really odd to have Mrs.
Tibbets pick her up for the babysitting job. She wasn’t even sure if she should
sit in the back or front seat. But Leanne, as she insisted Morgan call her, was
totally cool about everything and even as the ride to Butler took almost twenty
five minutes it went quickly. It seemed that Mrs. Tibbets had played soccer in
college and was actually third team all American and was never short of a story
to tell.
The babysitting gig
was easy as the kid slept the entire time. The parents were very nice and had
paid her well. Morgan could tell though the nervous tension between Mrs. Tibbets
and her brother. She was very concerned on making them feel at home. Morgan
figured though that the father would drive her home but indeed it was Mrs.
Tibbets again. That was fine though as they continued their friendly banter all
the way home. She even offered extra money in appreciation of Morgan going out
of her way but Morgan refused it. She did however thank Morgan for listening to
her yap away as she really hadn’t had anyone to talk with in awhile.
When Morgan shut the door behind
her and plopped down on her couch she thought about Leanne. She didn’t act
‘lezzy’ at all. She had earlier thought laughingly that she could probably
introduce her to Darsey if she was that way. But she was okay. Morgan actually
felt sorry for her. She could tell just how much that she enjoyed talking with
her.
Leanne reflected as well
as she drove home. The night went perfectly as planned, maybe even better. She
wasn’t surprised how easily it was to develop a rapport with Morgan. The girl
was bright as the sun, with a killer smile and the prettiest face, just bubbling
with life. As much as Leanne tried to focus on planning her next ‘advancement’
of the friendship her mind continually leaped ahead to a time where her hands
and lips could freely roam the warm flesh of the young girl’s unclothed body.
Saturday was long, going from here
to there with her friends Darsey, Taylor and Aimee. Taylor’s older brother Jason
had a car and he drove them around. They must have stopped at a dozen houses of
friends, some of them Jason’s friends. They even picked up one of his buddies,
Neil. Morgan could only laugh at their pathetic attempts to be cool and impress
the girls cause, you know, they were in high school. It turned out that they
ended up at the movies. Morgan watched as Neil kept trying to put the moves on
Darsey. Darsey, of course, would have nothing of that. They also ran into Max, a
boy from her class that she knew liked her. He wanted to meet her at the mall
after her soccer game, but Morgan shyly declined. Morgan was glad for the crazy
day for it took her mind off of tomorrow, Sunday.
Sunday morning Morgan woke once again in Darsey’s bed,
though this time it had been a sound sleep. There was no repeat of last weekend.
And with Darsey’s mom around even Mr. Ely behaved. His only flaw was how he
flushed slightly red when she mentioned getting changed into their soccer
uniforms. Morgan even went so far as to scout Darsey’s room just to see where he
might hide a camera if he should ever try. As she looked around the room she
could only spot two such places, not that he would ever put a camera in his own
daughter’s room. But then again if he knew what they had been up to the previous
weekend he just might. At that point Darsey asked her if she felt okay because
suddenly she looked quite flush.
As they drove to the game Morgan returned to the questions
she had been unable to resolve. Should she? If so, then she needed a story,
quickly. Before halftime arrived at the game she had one. But it had taken all
her concentration from the game.
The coach pulled Morgan from the game as she was just
playing terrible.
“What’s the
matter Morgan? You don’t seem to be with us today.”
Morgan plopped on the bench next to her teammate Natalie.
“I dunno Coach Jones, I just don’t feel; that great I guess.”
“Alright, take a break until
halftime. I know you can pull it together.” He consoled, “But we need you out
there if we want to win today.”
Morgan nodded.
Natalie spoke up, “I never so you play so bad before.”
Morgan laughed, “Gee thanks”
“No, I didn’t mean it as a dig,
just concerned.”
Morgan looked
up and scanned the crowd. As she hoped, Arthur and Charles were nowhere in
sight. That would have freaked her out even more. She looked over at Natalie.
She was a big girl, a slow big girl, perennial bench warmer. But she always had
a smile on her face.
“Hey Nat,
you live right over there behind the school right?”
“Sure, why?”
Morgan sighed as she knew this was another step in the
process. “My mom was supposed to pick be here after the game but we’re gonna end
early. I was wondering if I could just wait for her over there.”
“Sure” She beamed at the prospects
of hanging out with one of the more popular kids, “but I thought you would go
with Darsey like you always do?”
“I can’t today.”
“No problemo muchacha”
Morgan never did get it together and the girls lost their
first game. As the sullen girls walked off the field Darsey was a bit befuddled
when Natalie joined them. It took a minute of unconvincing explanation by Morgan
before the girls separated. Darsey wasn’t pleased.
“Ok, whatever. Call me later then, seeya.” A perturbed
Darsey then walk off to her dad.
A fifteen minutes later Morgan was thanking Natalie and her
mom for the brownies and milk. Five minutes after that Morgan was standing in
front of Hennessey’s gas station with her soccer duffle at her feet. She peered
into the window of the station and saw it was only 3:50. She took a step back
and looked at the reflection of herself in the large window. There was still a
large dirt mark on her leg from when she had done a goal saving slide tackle and
a nice grass stain on her shirt from being tripped while dribbling. She had
washed her face off at Natalie’s but she could see the dark circles under her
eyes from not sleeping much last night.
She whispered to herself, “Morgan Healy, you look like
shit.” She sighed deeply and looked at the clock again. Paranoia suddenly
coursed though her body. What the fuck was she doing? She knew that she still
had time to hide, run behind the building and wait till they came and went. She
picked up her duffle and turned around. Before she could take her first step a
car pulled up next to her.
It
stopped with the handle to the rear door less than a foot from her hand. Morgan
peered in through the side window and sure enough there was Charles at the wheel
and Arthur seated next to him in the front seat. They were both looking back at
her with crooked smiles. Morgan almost jumped when the rear window began inching
open with a loud buzz.
Arthur’s
voice emanated from the two inch crack, “C’mon in, it’s unlocked.”
Morgan stared down at the metallic
door handle.
Habib Jabobo stood
behind the counter of his filling station. He was just about to walk outside and
gas up the silver sedan that just pulled in. But he realized that it wasn’t
there for gas. The pretty young girl who had been standing outside for the last
ten minute was now talking with them. Earlier he had watched the young teen
dressed in her soccer outfit talk to herself in the reflection. He laughed
because he had thought she was talking to him through the window before
remembering the reflective glass. She seemed generally distressed, constantly
biting her lip and shaking her head. He peered out again at the two businessmen
in the car. Perhaps they needed directions. Just as he was about to open the
door something very odd happened. The little blonde opened the door and got in
the backseat. As he stepped through the door he watched the car pull away. Now
why would she get in the car with those two? So very odd. She should know not to
get into a car with strangers, who knows what those two men might do to such a
pretty defenseless teen. A scenario suddenly formed in his head. Two minutes
later he was in the bathroom jerking off to that thought.
Morgan sat in the backseat as they
drove off. No one said a word as they drove through town, familiar images
passing by her window. When she realized they weren’t headed to Arthur’s house
her heart began to race. Yes, this was the dumbest thing she had ever done in
her entire life. She could only hope her life would last longer than today.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. A short time later the car pulled into a garage of a
small house. The garage door was closed even before they got out, engulfing the
car in momentary darkness. Morgan thought she was going to pass out. For the
first time she felt scared.
Even though the garage was now lit by the soft glow of his
car’s interior lights Charles quickly made his way to the overhead light switch.
“Sorry about that, that bulb
just blew out this morning” he apologized as he flicked on the garage light.
“There, that’s better.”
He
watched Arthur and Morgan open their respective doors. Arthur stood up and
looked at the dead bulb in the ceiling. “Yeah you just need to change that.”
Charles just rolled his eyes at his new friend’s useless comment. Then he
noticed Morgan, poor girl looked like a deer in the headlights. Arthur, as
stupid as he was, was right about her. She was no pro, heck, not even an
amateur, just a naive kid with who knows what kind of issues built up inside. It
didn’t really matter what was going on in that sweet little head of hers, as
long as he got his cock inside that sweet little cunt of hers.
“Come on in,” he summoned in his
most friendly voice.
Morgan
looked up at him before closing her door, “Umm, should I leave my bag in the
car?”
“No, yeah, just leave it
there.” He waved for her to come on.
As soon as Morgan entered the kitchen she knew this was no
family home like Arthur’s. Even though it was obvious that things were recently
picked up it still held the aura of a mess. This was a single man’s house, no
knickknacks, or anything that might pretty-up the place.
“Anything to drink?” Charles
pulled open the mostly barren fridge. “Soda, juice, milk?”
“No thank you”, Morgan whispered
in reply.
“Arthur, a beer
perhaps?”
He Arthur seemed
suddenly nervous, “I’ll pass for now.”
Charles nodded his head and smiled, “Fine, let’s go into
the living room then.”
Morgan
led the way into the living room. Another manly room, much cleaner than the
kitchen but also barren of anything feminine. A large stuffy couch, coffee
table, reclining chair and big screen television were the main attractions in
bland beige room. It seemed that newly installed curtains were drawn across the
front bay window, their bright color and stiffness giving away its newness.
Charles sat on one end of the
couch and motioned for Morgan to sit at the other. She complied as she sat
petitely on the very edge of the cushion. Arthur plopped down in the
recliner.
Morgan looked down at
her feet and gasped at a clot of dirt that had fallen from her shoes, “Oh my
cleats, I’m sorry” She leaned over to take them off.
“No, no no”, Charles gently grasped her arm to stop her.
“It’s okay. Leave them on, please. It’s okay.”
Slowly Morgan sat back up and looked back and forth between
to the two men.
Arthur couldn’t
help but grin like an idiot, again reminding Morgan just how much he looked like
the Family Guy.
Charles let out
a thoughtful sigh, “This is a little awkward I know, so Arthur why don’t you…go
for a walk or something and come back at,”, he looked at his watch which read
4:20,”come back at quarter after five. That should give me and Morgan some time
to get acquainted.”
Arthur was
taken by surprise but capitulated. “Uh, sure okay.” He nodded his head and
looked at his own watch. He then got up and headed to the door without another
word. As he stepped out the front door he took a quick look back at the
beautiful doe-eyed girl sitting on the couch. It wasn’t a look of pity, but of
envy. The now receding erection in his pants indicated that he had expected to
watch. He reluctantly closed the door behind himself and was gone.
The two sat watching the closed
door in silence for a moment before Charles broke the quiet.
“So how are you doing Morgan?”
Morgan looked at him. Charles was
much different than Arthur. He wore nice slacks and a tailored shirt. His white
hair, what was left of it, was trimmed neatly which gave him a gentle appearance
as opposed to a completely shaven head which would seem a bit more menacing. She
still couldn’t place his age though it had to be late fifties or even sixty, the
same age as her, yes, her grandfather.
“I’m okay I guess.”
Charles noticed her looking at his head and smiled, “You
know I once had a great head of hair, almost the same color as yours, but alas
it was very fine hair and that becomes the first thing to go.”
Morgan forced a smile.
Charles noted the still slightly
dirty ground burn on her leg, “So it seemed you girls got pretty beat up today
at the game.”
“You were
there?”
“Well, we didn’t want
to distract you so we watched from the parking lot. You didn’t look at all like
the last game we watched…so if this was a distraction then I apologize.”
“It was just a bad game.” Morgan
looked down at the floor, strands of her hair that were no longer in her pony
tail hung in her face.
Charles
continued, “And to be honest with you I wasn’t sure that you’d be out waiting
for us.” He reached over and gently tucked the strands of Morgan’s hair behind
her ear, “But I’m really glad you did.”
Charles sighed, “So Morgan, why are you here?”
Morgan looked over at him unsure
how to respond.
Charles helped
her out, “Well, the money of course. Is there a problem at home?”
“I don’t know, I just need it. You
know, college an all. My dad was never a dad and Mom doesn’t make much.”
“Ahh, of course. Morgan, did you
ever see the movie Angel?”
Morgan shook her head, “No.”
“It was a movie of a high school girl who was a student by
day and a hooker by night.”
Charles noted her look of distress, “But you’re nothing
like that at all I now realize.”
Again he reached over and with the tips of his fingers
pulled her chin so that she was looking at him, “You’re just a sweet kid that
has a ton of shit going on up there.” He said as he playfully tapped her head.
“Right?”
Morgan couldn’t help
but smile for a moment, “Yeah.” She nodded.
“Have you ‘been’ with many people?”
She shook her head. “No, not
really.”
“How many?”
Morgan seemed embarrassed, “Just
him.”
“That’s okay, you’re
still quite young and the boys your age are still just getting up to speed.”
Morgan nodded in agreement.
“Did he use a condom?”
Again she nodded, “Oh yes, he had
to.”
“Yeah, you don’t need to
be getting pregnant do you?”
“I
don’t think I can yet anyways. I haven’t, well you know, had my first, yeah you
know.”
Charles nodded and then
gave a sly smile.
“So answer me
this silly question.” Charles watched her crinkle her brow in anticipation of
just about anything. “Do you think Arthur is attractive?”
Morgan peeked her eyes in Charles
direction as she couldn’t help but break into a huge silly grin and slowly shake
her head.
Charles laughed out
loud, “Say no more. That’s okay, he’s not a real big friend of mine and to tell
you the truth,” Charles quieted to a whisper and grimaced, “I think he looks
like Peter Griffen from the Family Guy.”
Morgan couldn’t stop from snorting out loud, “Oh my god, me
too!”
“But I think Peter is a
little better looking!” Charles burst out laughing.
Charles took a moment to study to young soccer girl seated
next to him. Such a pretty thing, a tiny girl with delicate, yet not fragile
features. Her face, with doe eyes, perfect little nose and mouth. Her lips
glistened with some sort of gloss that gave them a wet slippery appearance that
was incredibly erotic and impossible to ignore. As their laughter settled
Charles added soothingly, “See this isn’t so bad.”
Morgan was surprised at how relaxed she suddenly felt. And
when he placed his hand on her bare knee it felt okay somehow. Of course his
next question caught her off guard completely.
“So, have you ever had a really good look at a man’s
cock?”
Charles laughed to
himself at the look on her face, totally priceless. He chuckled and added, “It’s
really not such a big deal.”
Morgan felt numbness flow through her body as she watch
Charles lean back on the couch, pull his shirt out of his pants, unzip and then
pull his pants and boxers down over his knees. And there it was, springing free,
his penis. At first sight she thought it was a banana as it curved upwards
dramatically. She had always assumed that penises were straight. Not this one.
And though she could tell his hair was very light to begin with he had shaved
and there wasn’t a hair on or anywhere near it. It looked so…clean. She watched
Charles step his feet out of his pants. She was now seated next to a man who was
naked from the waist down. Somehow, being still dressed herself, she still felt
detached from the scene as if nothing really was going to happen. But something
was going to happen. And maybe that’s what made it so easy. Whatever it was, it
was going to happen to her, by him…and she would let it happen.
Charles took hold of the base of
his cock and held it pointing up straight. “See, it’s just a silly thing.” He
wiggled it around, “Kinda like a toy of sorts.”
Morgan sat transfixed, staring at his penis. He was talking
about it but it barely registered with her as she was more focused on what he
was doing with it. After shaking it about for a bit he had suddenly wrapped his
hand around it and was stroking up and down slowly, mumbling something about how
good it felt.
“Morgan!” Charles
had repeated for the second time in attempts to get the girls attention. Yes,
this girl was the real ting. And by the way she had complied with everything so
far it seemed she was easily manipulated. In his time Charles had fucked many a
young hooker, though he could never tell their age and they were always just
robot fuck machines. A few times he had ventured into Mexico and bought some
girls he knew for sure they were young, but they were dirty and stupid. This
girl in front of him, packaged so perfectly in her virginal youth soccer outfit,
was the prize of all prizes. Even more so than a schoolgirl outfit the soccer
uniform personified youth and innocence. And soon that personification would be
lying on the floor in a pile as he violated the public trust by fucking the hell
out of her.
Morgan shook her
head as she came out of her miniature trance. She looked at a smiling Charles
and then at her right hand, her hand that he had just taken hold of and was now
moving towards his penis. As he slowly pulled her hand she was forced to turn
more towards him and slide closer until she was right next to him. Somehow it
didn’t seem odd to her that although she didn’t allow his knee to touch hers she
let him place her hand in his crotch, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around
the base of his penis and resting her palm on his…
…balls. Charles lay back again and sighed softly. “See, you
could never imagine how much better your hand feels than mine.” He returned his
hand to stroking himself. “Now watch how I do this.”
Morgan again stared at how his hand went up and down. He
seemed to have it wrapped firmly, but not tightly around his penis allowing the
skin to slide through at times. At other times he gripped harder making the skin
move up and down with his hand. On occasion his hand would go up over the tip
and squeeze. All the while she let her hand rest there gripping slightly to the
base. She was surprised at how firm his, balls, were. She figured them to be
disgustingly hanging hairy sacks but these, like the rest of him, were shaved
and compact, and warm. She briefly glanced at his face when he let out a soft
moan. She could suddenly see all the age lines in his face and the sacks of
extra skin under his chin. He suddenly looked much older.
Charles let his last down stroke
to continue down over Morgan’s hand. He then gripped her hand and pulled it up
onto the shaft of his cock. He looked over at Morgan. “Now you try.” Morgan
hadn’t turned to look at him but did have a look of concern over her newly
appointed task. But he guided her well and within a few minutes he laid back and
closed his eyes as her tiny hand mimicked his own stroking method.
“Wow, that feels incredible.” He
opened his eyes just as she looked over at him. There eyes met. “You are one
quick learner.”
Morgan blushed
at his comment. She continued to stroke up and down on him and just as he did,
sometimes her hand glid over his penis loosely and sometimes she gripped harder.
The only bad thing was her position. Twisting and leaning from the side was
giving her a cramp in her side.
“You look uncomfortable.” Charles mentioned as he noted her
discomfort. “Let’s try it a little different. Why don’t you stand up for a
second?” He watched Morgan obey, first removing her hand and then standing in
front of him. He sat himself straight up now on the edge of the couch. “Now why
don’t you take off that shirt?”
Morgan bit her lip as she looked around the room. Things
were turning surreal again. When he repeated his request she complied, lifting
her soccer shirt over her head.
“What should I do with this?”
“Just toss it on the floor babe.” Charles replied. He had
expected her to be wearing a regular bra but was hardly disappointed at the
black sports bra as the only thing adorning the top half of her body. But as she
tossed the shirt on the floor he wasted no time in continuing, “hmm, why don’t
you lose the shorts too.”
Again, though slightly embarrassed, Morgan complied,
pulling down her shorts and letting them drop to the floor. As she stepped out
of them she realized that Charles was no longer looking at her face. It reminded
her how Arthur had watched her in the changing room, but this time the man was
sitting right in front of her with his penis out and erect.
Charles swooned at the sight of
young Morgan. The black panties and sports bra reminded him of the teen
underwear models he used to jack off to in the Penny’s catalog. But those models
had always been airbrushed to perfect. There was no need for that here as her
slightly tanned skin glistened and youthful tautness made her look sexy as fuck.
And though she still had on her cleats and tie-dyed knee high socks on he
figured to have her leave them on for now.
“Now kneel down her and we can try that again.” He directed
as he motioned to the spot between his feet.
The safety of repeating the last simple act made it easier
for Morgan to place herself down between the knees of the old man. She let him
direct her left hand around the base of his penis while again letting her right
hand do the work. It was strange having the head of his penis so close to her
face and on each down stroke it seemed to point directly at her. It was so close
that she could see the tiny hole at the tip and the bit of fluid building up
there.
Charles watched the
young girl take her position and resume her flawless delivery. How easily it
would be to just let her finish him right there and now and spew his white cum
over her pretty little face. But he didn’t. He did allow himself to run his
hands over the tops of her arms and shoulders, thoroughly enjoying his first
contact with her tender flesh.
“So tell me,” he managed to ask as he started to massage
her shoulders, “Did you enjoy sex with Arthur?”
Morgan thought for a moment as she continued stroking and
then kind of shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“Did you have an orgasm?”
“Umm, no” she lied.
Charles nodded his head and chuckled, “I wouldn’t imagine
you would.” He then slid his hands down her shoulders, over her sports bra and
cupped each small breast. He immediately began to fondle each of them, “Have you
ever had an orgasm?”
Morgan
again blushed and refused to answer even when he added “I mean, even by
yourself.” She knew he could tell she was embarrassed.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to
answer that.” was his reprieve to her. Again he studied her pretty face. Such
fantastic lips indeed.
“Morgan,
do you know what men really like?”
Morgan’s heart skipped a beat at the question. Something
new was coming. She felt his right hand leave her breast and wrap around her own
stroking hand, stopping her motion. His other hand slid back over her shoulder
and behind her neck. Her eyes looked up and met his. His friendly gaze had been
replaced with that of pure lust. She then felt him brush the tip of his penis
along her cheek. It slid with a wetness that she knew was the sperm that had
built up while she was stroking him.
Charles looked down at Morgan, the glistening smear on her
right cheek reflecting the bright lamp next to him. He repeated the act on her
left cheek, though this time a much smaller smear.
“They like the feeling of lips on them, an intimate warmth
unmatched by anything else.”
Morgan looked up at him, “But Mr…”, she paused nervously as
she realized she didn’t know his last name.
Charles guided his cock across her still glistening lips,
“Just call me Charles,” He guided it back to the center of her lips and stopped,
“and it will be okay”. Pushing down softly he used the tip of his cock to pull
down her lower lip.
Morgan
couldn’t help but watch his eyes as he maneuvered his penis between her lips.
She could smell beyond his cleanliness, a musky sweetness. The soft but stiff
skin of his penis felt odd upon her lips, but she couldn’t look at it as her
gaze was locked on his. She felt his other hand behind her head slowly pull her
forward and down. She tried to refuse with a “But I…” but that only parted her
lips enough for him to start to enter. Then she allowed her lips to part further
as he pushed the entire head of his penis into her mouth. She heard him sigh
loudly as he removed his hand from behind her head. His other hand guided hers
back to her prior stroking motion before setting it to his side.
“This is what it’s really all
about”, Charles thought to himself. “No blowjob indeed.”
Again Morgan focused on her task,
trying to make Charles feel good. She had a hunch that she was doing a good job
so far and hopefully he approved of the rest. It still felt odd having his penis
in her mouth. It was somewhat different from the time with Ted as he just shoved
it in her mouth. It was quick and rough and she liked that, but this was
different. The head of his penis was large and she could taste it, a salty
sweetness. At first she held her tongue back but had to relax it and now the
soft ridges of the tip rested gently upon it. And he seemed to like that as his
penis was somehow stiffer than before. Then she recalled when Ted had his
orgasm. Suddenly she pulled back.
“You’re not going to…”
“Cum in your mouth?” smiled Charles, “I won’t, I promise.”
He pulled her head back down on his cock, “I know I’m getting more than I
deserve and I’m not going to ‘blow it now’, if you can pardon the pun.”
Morgan barely had a second to
think of what a pun was before his penis was back in her mouth. She started to
stroke and again but this time he stopped her.
Charles held her stroking hand still, “No, this time this
way.” He then slipped his hands on either side of her face and slowly began
motioning her head up and down on his cock. He knew he couldn’t get much more of
his cock in her small mouth but the little that she was slurping in and out was
in heaven. He might not be the first person to stick his cock in her little cunt
but she’ll always remember the first knob she sucked on. And he added one more
thing to make this particular moment just a bit better. He reached down, took
hold of the bottom of her sports bra and slid it upwards just enough to release
her little titties, which of course he immediately began to fondle. Oh, the
temptation to cum right now, just hold her head still and fill her mouth.
Wouldn’t she surprised? But it would take too long to get hard again and
besides, he wanted to fuck her pussy with the heightened sensation of the first
hard on. He stopped her for a moment as he lifted her sports bra up over her
head and tossed it on the floor and watched with pleasure as her pouty lips were
once again parted by his stiff cock.
He watched her head bob up and down on him for a bit, “Mmm,
you do that so good Morgan, I could cum so easily.”
Morgan stopped and looked up at him questioningly.
“Why don’t you stand up?” he
directed. He reluctantly watched his cock slide out of her mouth as she began to
stand up. He noted her grimace as she straightened her legs and chuckled, “Leg
cramps?”
Morgan grinned as she
nodded. “Yeah” She rubbed her legs for a moment before standing fully erect. She
watched Charles stand and remove the rest of his clothes. Although he was
overweight it wasn’t like Arthur with rolls of flab, his skin was tight and
mostly hairless, perhaps he was Swedish or something. She had no idea. She felt
him move behind her and could feel his belly press against her back as he
wrapped his arms around her waist. On the small of her back she sensed the
unmistakable impression of his penis. She could feel his fingers explore up and
down her sides, hips and butt before gliding over her tummy and then back to her
breasts where he started to play with her now hardening nipples. She heard him
mumble something about how beautiful she was as he nuzzled his face into her
neck and started kissing.
Charles swooned at the scent of innocence and sweat mixed
so sweetly. He moved down her neck to her shoulder where he kissed and bit ever
so slightly. Slowly he dropped to his knees letting his tongue run down the
middle of her back; again savoring the salty remains from a sweat drenching
soccer game. He allowed his hands to fondle her perfect little ass as his kisses
finished at the top of her panty line. He shuffled his way around to her side
where he let his finger glide softly over the large red raspberry on her hip.
Yes, this girl went all out no matter what she was doing. He ran his hand down
the outside of her long leg and then back up again on the inside, stopping at
mid-thigh where her legs touched.
“Open your legs just a little bit.”
Morgan complied, moving her feet
about a foot apart.
“That’s
perfect, Charles added. Again he ran his hand down her leg and then back up,
this time without stopping. Over top her panties he could feel her small lips
through the thin material. He continued up her belly and then back down her leg
again. When his hand returned upwards his hand cupped deeply around the inside
of her thigh. When he reached her panties he stopped and began a slow circular
motion over and around her pantied covered pussy. His fingers zeroed in as he
confined his massaging to one spot, pressing the soft material between her lips.
He felt her body shift and he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and
she was biting her lip. What a precious sight indeed. His other hand slipped
behind her and began to fondle and squeeze her ass. He continued to massage her,
pressing deeply into the silky material, until he felt a small wet spot soaking
through her panties. He stopped massaging her pussy for a moment as he
maneuvered his hand under her panties through the leg hole. He pulled the
material open enough to see the fine soft tuft of her blonde pubic hair. His
fingers went back to work, this time making their way inside her. He was
inspired by three things now: her long deep exhale, he hand that now rested on
his shoulder and the slight gyration of her hips.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked knowingly. The only
reply he received was that her face turned a quite red and a tiny utterance from
her lips he could only imply was a yes. “Oh, just you wait little one.”
Morgan stood unmoving. It wasn’t
supposed to feel this good, she was supposed to be indifferent. She’s not
supposed to like this. When she felt him pulling down her panties she almost
passed out.
Charles marveled at
the perfect body before him for a few moments before he had her sit down on the
edge of the recliner. He then directed her to lie back. Fuck, if he could get
her to blow him a little pussy licking wasn’t out of the question was it? He
spread her legs and moved in. Before she could even protest his tongue was
already searching her soft folds for her little clit.
Never before, even with Ted, had
Morgan felt so exposed. Maybe because it was still daylight, or maybe because
she was allowing this older man to hold her legs apart while his mouth explored
her most personal of places. She closed her eyes and wondered that if she let
herself orgasm would he think her a slut for her certainly wasn’t licking her
for her enjoyment, he was doing it for his. That’s what made it so erotic.
Charles began stroking himself as
he continued to lap away greedily at the young beauty that he would so soon be
fucking. Too bad that fucker Arthur got to pop her little cherry, how sweet a
treat that would have been. No matter. After seeing her run around the soccer
field with her other barely-coming-of-age teammates it wouldn’t matter if she
had been fucked fifty times. Well, maybe it would. It was certainly more erotic
to fuck a naïve teen who still has social studies homework to do than a trampy
little slut. And fuck her he will.
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As soon as Charles stood up Moran instinctively pulled her legs together, though she knew what was coming next. She followed his instructions to roll on her side and when he came around the side of the chair she thought he might want her to put it in her mouth again. She looked up at his imposing figure, totally nude complete with big gut and erect penis. But instead he tore open a small condom package and slipped the rubber ring over the tip of his penis. Then again, as instructed, she reached over and unrolled it down the shaft of his penis as he felt that she should know how to do this. Charles then stepped back to the foot of the seat
and guided her legs up on the chair, tucking her knees to her chest in
almost a fetus-like position. With her butt right at the edge of the foot
rest she was in perfect position, her perfect little pussy in plain view.
He stepped in closer and pressed the tip of his cock into her. Charles noted her body stiffen and calmed her. “It’s okay, we’ll go easy.” He said smoothly as he began to stroke her hip and thigh. Slowly he rocked back and forth, working himself inside her tiny opening bit by bit, denying the overwhelming urge to just slam it home. |
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END PART VI
