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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.

   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.



   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.

   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.

   Morgan prepared herself as she had no idea how it might feel.  Even with
Ted and Arthur having put it there before, she was still scared.  She could
feel her fingers pull her lips open as his stiff penis began to force its
way in.  She closed her eyes and clutched the chair cushion.

   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.



   Soon he was fucking her, fucking her as deep as he could without hurting
her though he enjoyed how she would stiffen and let out a small cry when he
went too deep.  But oh how nice and tight she was, worth every penny of her
price, even more so when he would slip of his rubber and do this sweet
young thing bareback.  Often he would pull completely out of her and would
note just how quickly her pussy closed as if it were quick to be rid of the
unwelcome intruder.  That didn't happen with a chick who has been fucked
many times over, it would remain open for a time, just another fuckhole
aching to be plugged up again.  He'd then again press his head into the
tiny slit and watch it part as he shoved it back in again, causing her to
gasp sharply and clutch the cushion tighter.

   Morgan tried her best to cover her fear, fear that he would go in too
deep and the pain would make her cry out.  And often she couldn't help but
wince when he pushed to the limit.  When she peeked back she saw him
looking straight down with a huge smile on his face.  He was enjoying this,
enjoying her immensely.  She could barely process his comments as the mix
of pleasure and pain overcame her.  Tight, precious, gorgeous, cunt, baby,
fucking and girl were just a few of the words that she caught before he
pulled out for good.  She watched him plop back on the couch and grin at
her.  Was he done?

   Charles wasn't done by a long shot.  He called the young girl back over
to the couch.  Even as she took the few short steps he sighed at the
perfection of her nubile body that was still clad with her soccer socks and
cleats which did nothing but emphasize her innocent youth.  She stopped in
front of him and seemed unsure of herself, again biting her lip and eyes
flittering nervously.  She was waiting for him.

   "Now come here and climb up on old Charles"

   Morgan took his outstretched hand and stepped closer to the couch.  She
watched him pull his knees together as he patted the couch next to him.

   "Come on, put your knee here," he directed.  "You're going to like this,
I promise."

   Morgan climbed on the couch, or rather climbed onto Charles, straddling
his waist and basically sitting on his erect penis.  Again she was unsure
what to do next.

   "Here, lean forward just a bit.  That's it"

   Charles helped her lean forward, noting with delight how her little
titties, when dangling, lost their roundness and formed into small pink
capped cones.  He wanted to suck them entirely into his mouth, and he
would, in a moment.  It was obvious that in the meantime she was not going
to guide him inside her, which was fine, she would learn that eventually.

   As Morgan leaned over Charles she could see the sweat beads on his chest
and forehead.  His big belly felt odd against hers as it too was moist with
his sweat, sweat she could smell now.  She had to put her hands on the back
of the couch to prevent herself from falling onto him completely.  Then she
felt his hands wrap around her back and glide down her body, over her butt
and back between her legs.  She clenched for a second when she felt his
fingers enter and spread her lips.  She tried to relax when, what she knew
was his penis, was guided inside her.  His hands had moved to her hips and
pushed as he urged her to sit back.  She gasped softly as his penis slipped
all too easily inside of her.

   "Now sit back up." Charles directed as he helped her upright.  "Now you
see, in this position you can control everything, how fast, how and how
deep." He rested his hands on the top of her thighs.  "Now you see these
strong muscles you have here.  Use them."

   Morgan placed her hands on his large stomach for support as she slowly
started to move her butt up and down.

   "See, isn't that easy."

   Morgan could only muster a nervous giggly response, "Yeah".  Yes, this
was easy and it felt good to be in control knowing that she only had to go
as deep as she wanted.

   Charles allowed her to find her own rhythm.  Soon her hands left his
stomach as she straightened up completely on him using only her leg muscles
to guide herself up and down.  He could see she had closed her eyes as she
milked him.  For a time he allowed himself to just relax and admire her
young body.  It probably wasn't long ago that it had a boyish look to it
and just the last year or so it gained its petite curves as the budding
little brown nubs forming into pink capped breasts.  He allowed his hands
to move up to her tits and began to fondle the firm flesh and tiny stiff
nipples.  He watched her little pussy work his cock though at no point
could she get his final two inches in her.  But seeing her tiny lips roll
up and disappear on the downstroke and reappear when she came back up was
so worth it.

   "That's it, that's perfect" he sighed loudly.  He could see a small
smile form on her smile.

   "Okay, now this.  Gimme your hands, I'll show you something else."

   Morgan opened her eyes and leaned forward again as he pulled her towards
him.  Again she lay over his belly and had to put her hands on the back of
the couch to stop her from going face to face with him.

   "Now, don't go up and down this time." He placed his hands on her hips.
"Go around, like this.  You have to move your hips instead." He guided her
hips into a grinding motion.  She seemed to take to it naturally.

   "Oh my God Morgan, that's it."

   Morgan started to breath heavily.  Never before had she felt anything
like this.  Somehow, in this position his penis seemed to rub against her
in such a way on her most sensitive spot.  And when he started sucking on
her breasts it only heightened the effect.  The heat of his hungry mouth
flowed through her chest as did the heat building between her legs.  Oh,
how she wanted to orgasm this way but she knew she couldn't, that would
be...slutty.  She could feel his hands roaming her body and then he began
to suck even harder, her entire breast was now in his mouth somehow.  How
could he not orgasm to this incredible feeling?  She wasn't sure how much
longer she could go as her hips seemed to be on autopilot, working hard to
get even more of him inside her.

   "Here, let go now." Charles said as he helped her hands off of the couch
back.  He then had her lay fully on him, her bitty boobs pressing against
him and her face on his shoulder.  He just let her fuck him now as the only
thing moving in the room was her little butt grinding round and round.

   Charles glanced at the clock on the wall and had to reluctantly stop
Morgan as the hour was almost up.

   "Okay, stop stop stop."

   Morgan pulled herself together and slowed to a stop.

   "Is there anything wrong?" she asked nervously, "I'm sorry, I hope it's
okay"

   Charles shook his head, "No, nothings wrong, absolutely nothing.  You're
perfect; I could fuck you all night long.  How about a sleepover?"

   Morgan grinned as she shook her head.

   "I didn't think so.  Now come on, we're almost done.  Just one more
position."

   Morgan's body quivered slightly as she slowly dismounted Charles.  The
way his penis slipped out of her, stimulating her sensitive spot even more,
especially as the large tip squeezed past, was enough to urge her to sit
back down and take him in again.  But she climbed off him and stood up. 
She watched Charles stand and move over to the side of the couch.  He
cocked his head and grinned.

   "Over here little one," Charles said as he motioned in front of him.  He
made room for Morgan to step between him and the large cushioned arm of the
couch.  He gently took her shoulders and guided her around in a half circle
so she now faced the couch arm.

   "Now just lean over." Again guided her shoulders, applying soft pressure
for her to bend over the couch arm.  "That's it." He watched as she took
one innocently trusting glance back at him before complying.  He sighed as
she leaned, letting his hands run down to the small of her back and then
her hips.

   "Now spread your feet a little bit," he urged as he moved in closer
behind her, "A little bit more.  That's it." He kneeled slightly, just to
get a better look at her fine little peach so prominently displayed for him
now.  Her fine pussy lips, so unaccustomed to sex were now a bit swollen
and puffy but as they glistened with sheen of sex.  Charles couldn't ever
remember seeing anything so fuckable in his life.  He looked down at his
stiff condom clad cock and thought about ditching the rubber right now, but
he couldn't yet, she would know and she might freak out.  In due time
though.

   Morgan found herself again clutching the cushions as she felt Charles
move in behind her.  She closed her eyes and tried not to squirm when his
fingers massaged and parted her lips.  And then the pressure.  She could
feel him pushing, trying to get the right angle to enter.  Somehow his
penis seemed larger than before and she suddenly worried it would hurt. 
But it didn't.  She gasped softly as his fullness slipped in.  When she
felt his hand take a firm grip on her hips she realized that in this
position she had absolutely no control at all.

   Charles began fucking away, his big belly slapping into her ass.  He
fucked deeper, determined to fit his entire cock in the young girl.  Often
she would her cry out and the tiny muscles in her body would stiffen.  At
one point she reached back to his hand and managed a "not so deep, it
hurts" But he continued his rhythm and the slaps grew louder.  He grinned
as he she was up on her tippy toes now as he was almost lifting her off the
floor.

   Arthur stood outside the front door and looked at his watch.  He had
been gone for exactly the time that Charles had stated.  Was it okay to go
back in yet?  Should he wait longer?  What was going on in there?  Was
Morgan still even here?

   He slipped the key in the lock and slowly turned the knob.  As he
entered he quickly took in the scene.  For a second he felt sorry for the
young girl as she was bent over the couch arm and grimacing with each
pounding thrust Charles was giving her.  But his guilt withered away as
quickly as his hard on grew as his fantasy played out in front of him.  He
couldn't understand why she still had on her bright red tied dyed soccer
socks and cleats but it somehow made the scene before him seem incredibly
fucking hot.  Unlike the the fake videos of twenty something year old girls
in pigtails, this was real.

   Slap, slap, slap was all he heard before Charles spoke.

   "Arthur!" Charles bellowed without a break in his rhythm.  "Come on in
and have a seat." He pointed to the recliner.  He watched Arthur absently
move and sit in the chair all without taking his eyes off of them.

   Morgan felt a flush of red flow through her when she saw Arthur enter.
It was totally embarrassing to be in this position in front of someone. 
And the lustful look in his eyes as he watched.  What if he wanted to pay
too and use her later?  By this time the constant deep pounding was feeling
anything but good anymore.  Her whole body rocked with each thrust into
her. Morgan was feeling awkward in this position and just wanted it to be
over so she could get home.  Why won't he finish?

   Slap, slap, slap.  Charles continued to thrust.

   "So Arthur?  What do you think?"

   "Huh?"

   "Doesn't this look good?"

   Slap, slap, slap.

   "Oh, yeah, absolutely."

   "Is it getting hard?"

   Arthur blushed for a moment.

   "Yeah, I knew it was." Charles added knowingly.  "You probably want to
stroke it don't you?"

   Arthur smiled sheepishly, "Well, this is pretty hot."

   "Okay then, be my guest."

   "Really?"

   Slap, slap, slap.

   "Dude we're almost done here so..."

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

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

   Morgan knew he was about to finish, thank God.

   Slap, slap, slap.

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

   Morgan wondered what he was talking about.

   "Oh yeah, absolutely!"

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

   "There?"

   "Yep.  Right here."

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

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

   "But"

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

   Charles stopped fucking her but held his cock inside her.

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

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

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

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

   Suck, suck, suck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He let her off in front of the school.  As she scampered into the
building he wondered what she might think if she knew that just yesterday
she was fucked by a guy old enough to be her father.




   END PART V