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 Chapter 7- Mop Up Duty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Why did she always pick the wrong choice?  That didn't matter as much as
why the wrong choice always felt so good.  Morgan leaned back against the
shower wall, oblivious to the water now splashing over her entire body. 
Her knees buckled slightly as she started to cum.

   ****

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

   An hour later Coach J sat in his kitchen and began to fast forward the
tape, stopping every now and again to see some of the plays in from the
tourney.  Even though the girls came in second he was damned proud of them.
He didn't even have a daughter on the team.  He only coached them because
his son had quit soccer the year earlier and the girls team desperately
needed a coach.  For two years he coached them, coached them good.  Even
so, he watched in dismay at the final whistle that ended their chances of
first place.  The tape then flicked to the girls walking back to the hotel.
Apparently losing had no lasting effect on the girls as they were all giddy
and making faces at the camera.  It must have been Morgan holding the
camera as he could hear her voice directing the girls to give a big cheer
for the coach.  He looked over at the team picture on the fridge.  Could
any coach be prouder?  Yes, he loved those girls.





   Then something odd happened.  Morgan had shut off the camera but somehow
it came back on.  Jason chuckled as he watched the dizzying footage swing
between the sidewalk, the trees, the sky and then the hotel lobby
accompanied by the jabbering of a dozen or so fourteen year olds all
talking at once.

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

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

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

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

   Jason instinctively switched off the camera.

   "Uh, sure Hon."

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

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

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

   Carol smiled and sat back into the water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

   She started to cum as she knew it was probably all of them.

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Morgan?"

   Morgan shook her head as she came back to reality.

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

   "No, no, it's cool...I'm fine" Morgan reassured her.  Natalie did the
big fake wipe sweat off her forehead routine.  "WHEW!"

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

   "Wanna play some Uno?" Natalie chirped.

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

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

   Nat smiled, "That's cool, lets go for a walk."

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

   Natalie's hopes faded quickly.  "What if my mom wakes up and finds out
you left?"

   Morgan headed towards the door.  "You'll think of something."

   "Where are you going?  Will you be back soon?"

   Morgan shot her a smile, "I won't be long.  I just need some air."

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

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

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

   "Why do I do that?" She murmured aloud.  Everything she had done; the
webcam, the Snapple, the changing room at the mall, Arthur, Ted, Mr.  Ely,
Charles, the videos.  All of those a sane girl, even if she didn't think it
was disgusting, would have left them at a personal fantasy level.

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

   "I still feel pretty normal."

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

   "Maybe not."

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

   He unlocked and swung the door open.

   "Okay, what did you lose?"

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

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

   "And you think it's here because..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Sorry for wasting you're time mister, umm..."

   "Go ahead and say it, Mr.  Squiggy, that's me."

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

   "Now wait a minute girlie."

   Morgan stopped and turned towards him.

   "What's your name?"

   "Umm, Morgan.  Morgan Healy."

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

   Morgan looked at him unsurely.

   "Maybe Lenny found it earlier and put it there.  He's not too smart you
know so who knows where he might have left it."

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

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

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

   "This way!" he blurted without turning back.

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

   She caught up to him as he entered the stairwell.

   "It will only take a minute to check.  Wouldn't want Mom to wait too
long."

   "My Mom isn't here.  I walked from a friends house." Morgan replied.

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

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

   "Oh yeah?"

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

   "And look for my phone."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   But nothing happened.

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

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

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

   Morgan realized that she just couldn't make `it' happen.  It just didn't
work that way.

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

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

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

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

   Morgan turned and looked quizzically at him, "You do?"

   "You're sure you lost it tonight at the school?"

   Morgan nodded, "Pretty sure."

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

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



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

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

   "I, I dunno."

   Daryl turned and shrugged, "Okay, no problem with me, just hope Mom
doesn't freak."

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

   "No, wait."

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

   Five minutes later Morgan was awed by the number of houses in Milford
Park.  Actually they weren't really houses as this was really Milford
Trailer Park.  The aged permanent trailers were everywhere.  They exuded a
sense of poverty although Morgan herself hardly lived in a mansion.





   Two old men sitting in front of their trailer drinking beers stopped
talking and stared as they walked by.  She and Squiggy made an odd couple
indeed.  Squiggy tipped his hat to them and they nodded.

   Around the next corner they arrived at Squiggy's.

   "Well it ain't no castle, but it's my fortress!", he exclaimed proudly.

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

   "After you mademoiselle."

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

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

   "Hey, make yourself comfortable.  I think Lenny's been here so lemme
look around."

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

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

   Morgan was confused.  "Umm, I've seen the movies but never read any of
them."

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Daryl stepped into the kitchenette.

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

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

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

   He rebounded with his `cool smile'.  "No worries.  I can tell you guys
probably snuck some wine chillers or coolers or whatever you call them. 
The nose knows."

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

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

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

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

   He lit a cigarette, "I hope you don't mind if I have a smoke."

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

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

   Morgan picked up the glass, "Coke?"

   "Well, actually its rum and coke" he replied, whispering the word `rum'.
"But don't tell anyone I gave it you some."

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



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

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

   "Oh."

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

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

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

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

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

   "Umm, red."

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

   Morgan just shrugged, "I suppose."

   "His mom can't drive him over for about an hour."

   "He can't drive?"

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

   "An hour?" She scrunched her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

   Morgan giggled, "It sure would get flat."

   "And that would be that for that cat now named Matt!"

   Morgan burst out laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I think I'm going to be sick."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Morgan could feel her heartbeat quicken as a familiar anxiety washed
through her.  She had felt it every time things started going too far,
going way back to the moment when she let Ted see her undress on her webcam
and Mr.  Ely see her topless in the hot tub and especially entering the
dressing room with Arthur.  This feeling was like a drug, a very addictive
drug.  All the alcohol in her system would make it impossible to ignore.

   Squiggy opened the bedroom door for her and held it as she entered
first. Squiggy's room was about what she expected, messy.  A large bed,
unmade with one corner of the bedsheet pulled off so you could see the
crappy looking mattress beneath.  Mismatched dressers with drawers open and
junk strewn over the tops of them.  She couldn't see the dirty clothes in
the dimly lit room, but she could smell them.

   The voice behind her startled her.  "There's an old shirt on the chair
you can put on for the moment." She turned to him as he continued.  "Just
hand your dirty one and we'll have you set up in a flash.  I'll just close
this."

   She saw him step out of the room and close the door almost all the way.
She turned her back to him and started to pull off her shirt.  When she got
it up to her eyes she almost lost her balance and had to grab the dresser.
That's when she felt his hands on her waist.

   "Hold on there girl before you fall and crack your head open." Daryl
said as he steadied the young girl, surprised at assertiveness in grabbing
her bare waist.  Such warm soft skin.  "Let me help you with this." He
added as took hold of the bottom of her shirt.  Now, for the first time, he
felt in charge.  As he slowly lifted her shirt up over her head he could
smell the sweet scent of her perfume the now bare skin released.  A sense
of control flowed through him.  Yes, this girl was now his.  He knew it for
certain.  "Just sit here on the bed for a few minutes," he said as he
guided her down.

   Daryl stood back and admired the picture in front of him.  No longer was
this the vivacious teen at the school dance or the nervous cutie knocking
on the school doors.  She was now a shit-faced cutie sitting on his bed
with her arms crossed over her chest in a vain attempt to hide her petite
lavender bra.  Her hair no longer perfect, her beautiful blue eyes glassy
and unfocused, her body partially unclothed, her shirt in his hands.

   "I'll have this back in a sec," Daryl said, holding up her shirt and
added in his best Chinese accent, "Vee haf velly good service here.  Ms. 
Healy.  Leave here velly satisfied customer."

   Daryl backed out of the room and again partially shut the door.  He
watched her relax, hang her head and put her hands on the bed to steady
herself.  Just the sight of her in her bra almost caused him to cum in his
pants.  He couldn't decide yet if the bra looked padded or not, but he knew
he would find out soon enough.  In the mean time he had to take a leak as
there was certainly no need for any kind of interruption once things got
started.  Just as he was about to run to the bathroom he saw her lie on her
side.  It was so nice that she was getting comfortable on his bed.  She
might be there awhile.

   Morgan lay on the bed trying to rationalize what was happening.  Her
heartbeat had slowed and for a moment sensibility crept back in.  Despite
being half naked she like she was burning up.  Why was she here?  She felt
a small wave of nausea rise and she rolled more onto her belly.  She
thought that maybe he wasn't a creep and would just let her go to sleep
until she felt better.  That was when she heard the door creek open again.
Then her body lolled a bit with the unmistakable feel of another person
lying on the bed.  When she felt the rough hand on her shoulder her
heartbeat once again began to race.

   Daryl started slow, caressing her shoulders and upper back and whispered
encouragement that she would feel better soon.  Baby steps, he thought,
just in case.  He couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not for the tangle
of blonde hair across her face.  There was no fat on this girl he noted. 
Her toned back and slight dimples of her spine were evidence of that.

   The circles of his caresses grew larger, enough so that he was now going
below her bra strap.  But it kept getting in the way.  He studied the thin
strap to see exactly how it was clipped together, lord only knew how bra's
worked these days.  But he could see it was just a simple hook.  On the
next pass his hand stopped and worked gently with the hook until it popped
open.  He felt his cock grow harder as it seemed to scream for attention.
Again he watched her face for reaction as he let the straps fall to each
side of her.

   Morgan found that surprisingly his hand felt nice.  He could actually
make a living giving massages.  When he popped her bra she caught her
breath.  "He's stripping me," was all she could think.  Then she felt his
caresses go further down, over the top of her skirt.  With each pass, a
tug, and her skirt pulled slightly higher.  And then there was no more
skirt left as his hand roamed solely on her butt.  It was happening.  The
question now that invaded her mind was what.  What things was he going to
do to her?  The only left between her and Squiggy the janitor was a thin
pair of satin panties.

   They were bright red with orange dots.  "The only left between me and
hot teen drunk girl is a thin pair of panties," thought Daryl with an evil
grin.  He slowly ran his hand over her small ass gently squeezing each
cheek in turn.  The panties were not the super elastic type but rather
satiny which allowed him nudge the edges inward, exposing more and more
cheek.  God it felt good to squeeze such a nice tight ass.  But seeing how
Missy Morgan isn't too bothered by this it seemed as good time as any to
take a dip in the well.

   Daryl had to slide partially on the floor in order for his hand to
properly reach under her.  He laid his left hand on her back and his face
on her soft ass.  His right hand began stroking up her leg.

   It was quiet in the house, so quiet she could her Squiggy breathing
heavily.  He also breathed comments, though she couldn't always make out
what he said.  Although Morgan was on her belly she was still partially on
her side such that her legs lay open scissored on the bed, feet hanging
slightly off the edge.  She felt Squiggy's hand move quickly up her leg to
her inner thigh.  When she heard him breathe something about `sweet pussy'
she knew what was next.  Then the hand of the dirty janitor was where it
shouldn't be.  Instinctively she closed her legs.





   "No, no, no, no, no," whispered Daryl as his hand was forced away from
paradise.  He pulled his hand away and waited for Morgan to settle again.
As soon as he did he tried to work his hand down there again.  He tried
moving her legs apart but they wouldn't stay open.

   Morgan wasn't sure why she kept shutting her legs, probably because she
was really quite drunk and her subconscious was still trying to protect
her.

   Quickly he reached down on the floor and grabbed a pillow out of the
mess and placed it between behind her knees.  This time when he opened her
legs she couldn't close them again.  "That's better."

   Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening and reality
set in again.  He was going to molest her.  What if she didn't want this to
happen?  What if she really was here looking for her phone and he got her
drunk?  He really would take advantage of her.  He was going to put his
penis in her no matter what.  What if he decided this was okay?  Would he
try this on someone else?  One of her friends?  Would Darsey or Hannah or
Mandy be stupid enough to fall for this?  Yes, you would have to be totally
stupid to go alone to the janitor's house, get drunk, and let him put
his...well, let him fuck you.  Did this make her stupid, or a whore?  The
question faded, unanswered.

   Then his hand was there again, between her legs, rubbing her in that
spot.  All sensibility was once again gone.

   Daryl had to open his pants and stroke himself at least a few times. 
How could he not?  Back to business though.  The pillow worked perfectly as
he easily slid his hands back down her ass and over the soft mound of that
precious unspoiled pussy.  Unspoiled?  Had to be, no way this girl was
fucking yet.  Yeah, he had spotted the whores of the eighth grade.  You
could sniff them out.  But this girl wasn't one of them.  Definitely not.
Lucky girl gets to have her cherry popped by the school janitor.  How many
girls get to say that?

   Was he really going to fuck her, was he?  That's huge.  Certainly
there'd be no evidence of shoving his fingers up her cunt and jerking off.
He hadn't fucked Ashley.  Of course he didn't get the chance.

   For the moment it didn't matter as he pushed his fingers in hard small
circles into the satin material covering her pussy.  He grinned as he saw
her legs try to close, eventually giving up.  Then something happened he
hadn't expected.  Her hips started to move.  Just slightly.  "This is
definitely good." He thought as he fought the urge to move his hand back to
his cock.  Instead he continued to rub deeply, pushing her panties further
into her.  He could feel the wetness seeping through.

   Morgan held in a moan when she felt his fingers slip under her panties
and into her.  At first the probing fingers felt alien and invading. 
Instinctively her muscles clamped down on them but soon relaxed as they
fell into a gentle sliding action.  Again he seemed to hit the right spot
and she couldn't help but move with the rhythm.  She started to feel
embarrassed because she knew how quickly she got wet.  What would he think?

   The sound of finger-fucking a wet pussy got Daryl ever more excited. 
"God, she is slicked up nice.  No virgin dryness here." he joked to
himself. This girl is just asking to be popped.  A nagging inner voice
intervened.  No way though.  Trouble, trouble, trouble.  "I may be rocked
to the tee, but I ain't stupid.  I may not fuck you but there's a load
headed your way.  Enough of this from behind stuff.  Time to roll you over
and see the goods."

   Morgan was just nearing orgasm when he pulled his hand from her.  She
wasn't sure if she was happy or frustrated.about that.  Then she felt him
get up from the bed and lean over her.  Then a hand slipped under each side
of her panties and they were slowly pulled from her body.

   Daryl stood, put his fingers to his nose and sniffed.  The glorious
scent of virgin cunt.  His hand went to his cock then, just for a moment.
He then proceeded to pull off her satin red panties, working then down her
legs, off each knee one at a time and then over her feet.  He then held
them up to the light and looked at them as though they were a trophy of
sorts.  What would he had thought if someone told him earlier when young
Morgan had walked by him after the dance that somehow two hours later he'd
be stripping the fourteen year old girl of her pretty panties.  Such pretty
panties.  Just like Ashley's they were now his forever.  He bent down and
stuffed them under the mattress.

   Rolling over the girl was easier than he had expected as she was so out
of it.  He carefully watched for her reaction when she rolled to her back.
Her eyes opened but they were still rather unfocused.  Her head just lolled
at bit and then turned to the side.

   He brushed the mess of hair from her face.  He wanted to see her.  His
hand and his gaze went downward from there.  Tits, wonderful tits.  He knew
they wouldn't be a big as she had advertised, they never were.  And of
course she was on her back which always made them look smaller.  Hers,
though, pointed skywards instead of flopping to the sides like that hooker
he had last month.  They looked perfect for her.

   Morgan could only wonder why men liked breasts so much.  It seemed like
Squiggy spent and hour fondling, squeezing, pinching, and suckling them. 
She hated the pinching as it made her jerk and made him laugh.  His
sucking, or nursing as he murmured, felt good.  How could it not.  Of
course when he softly bit on her nipple she jerked hard.

   Daryl finally stood.  He had removed her belt and opened her skirt so
that she was lying totally naked on the bed in front of him.  He had played
with her pussy again, noting just how clean and tight a young girl is.



   As he stood, cock in hand, he fought with the best way to cum.  Jerk off
on to her face?  Tits?  Cunt?  Should he try and open her mouth?  He need
to cum badly and this was the times.

   As he stood completely naked in front of her, deciding on his next
course of action her heard a noise behind him, like his bedroom door was
opening.

   Then it all flooded back.  Ashley, passed out on his bed, totally naked
and legs spread.  He was standing in front off just like he was now.  He
was just about to crawl onto the bed and fuck her when the door opened
behind him and his dad entered.  His father then ripped him out of the room
threw him against the wall.  The rest of that night was a blur and he was
glad he couldn't remember it.  He never really got in trouble with Ashley
sexually as she didn't remember anything but he got in trouble for getting
her drunk.  All he remembered was running out of the house to get away from
his dad.  His dad slammed the door behind him.  When he finally came back
thirty minutes later his dad was walking Ashley out the door and back to
her house.

   Daryl heart raced as he quickly left the room and ran naked back to the
front door and made sure it was locked.  All the windows were locked and
ratty curtains closed.  He flicked on the stereo and Led Zeppelin started
blaring.  His dad was a thousand miles away.  He caught his breath as a
thought occurred to him.  At the time he barely considered it but it seemed
strikingly odd now.  As he had watched his dad walk Ashley they stopped for
a moment and his dad tucked his shirt in.  He could recall the exact way
his dad looked when he had entered the room, and his shirt was definitely
not out then.

   What exactly happened when his dad went back to dress Ashley?  The only
way his shirt would have come out like that was if it was..."HE FUCKED
HER!!" Daryl screamed in his head.  Before he got Ashley dressed, he fucked
her.  Not only that, he stole his prize, he was supposed to fuck her, not
his shit head father.  Ashley was his.  He had her all ready and that old
fuck just stole her, he had pulled out his old pud and stuck it in her.

   Daryl looked down the hallway.  He could see Morgan lying on the bed. 
Morgan was his.  Only he was going to fuck her, just like he was supposed
to fuck Ashley.

   Daryl headed down the hall with a passion.  He stepped into his room and
shut and locked the door.  He turned to the bed, to the naked girl there.
His cock was rock hard.

   Daryl slipped his arms under each of Morgan's knees as he moved between
her legs.  He lifted them apart as his body moved on top of her.  He
positioned his cock between her lips.  "This was a long time coming." He
thought to himself as he thrust himself deep into her cunt and started
fucking her as hard and as fast as he could.

   Morgan was startled when Squiggy leapt from the bed and out of the room.
Maybe something was wrong.  Maybe someone was here.  How stupid would she
look lying here completely naked, legs spread.  Again she jerked when the
loud music came on.  She tried to peek down the hall but really could see
anything.  She was about to pull the covers over her when Squiggy was
magically in the room again, shutting and locking the door.  The next thing
she knew her feet were in the air and Squiggy's penis was in her.

   Squiggy's hairy chest grated against her breasts.  He had buried his
face in her neck and was sucking and biting.  It felt good, it felt bad, it
tickled and it hurt.  But she laid there and let him have her body.

   Morgan had to close her eyes to keep from getting dizzy while Squiggy
pumped furiously into her.  His face was so close to hers she could feel
the cigarettes on his breath and it only made her feel more nauseous. 
Either she had lost a lot of sensitivity from the alcohol or his penis most
not have been very large because she barely felt him inside her.  And so
fast.  A brief image of rabbits having sex came to her.  She would have
laughed if she didn't feel so sick.  She could feel all the liquid sloshing
in her stomach.  And then it was over.

   Daryl didn't care.  He wasn't going for a marathon.  He wanted to cum.
There was no taking his prize from him tonight.  He hadn't even slowed when
he came, just kept fucking and spewing inside her until he was completely
spent and his softening cock wouldn't stay inside her any longer.  He let
her legs drop back to the bed.

   He quickly stood and looked down at the girl.  Who the fuck was she
anyways?  The only thing she was right now was a body.  A sweaty naked body
with a red mark on her neck and a cunt full of his cum.  He needed another
drink and a ciggy.

   Morgan heard him leave the room, closing the door behind him.  A moment
later the stereo went silent.  She welcomed the quiet until it let
realization set in once again.  Yes, she had let it happen again.  Another
man, who she was starting to worry about his current mental state, had had
sex with her.  A weird frenzied sex in which she was pretty sure he had an
orgasm but not in the usual grunt and shoot manner which the other had
orgasmed.  The others?  Now four total.  How many more would there be
before she stopped this insanity?  Squiggy's rabbit sex wasn't even
enjoyable.  Or was it?

   She felt another wave of nausea rise and almost had to run to the
bathroom.  She rolled on her belly again and pulled his dirty sheet over
her.  Her stomach settled.

   She had stopped for a while after Arthur and Charles and she could stop
again now.  Just lay here for a few until it felt okay to stand and then
just go back to Nat's.  Forget all about this.  Four was the magic number.
Psycho Squiggy would be the last.  She closed her eyes and started to zone
out.

   Daryl stood in the kitchen with an open beer in his hand.  The coldness
felt good going down, reviving him, pulling him back to his senses.  He
smiled.  He had won.  Finally he had won what should have been his long
ago. A certain satisfaction flowed through him as that ever nagging shadow
of failure was gone.

   He wasn't supposed to fuck her, just molest her and jerk off.  But he
had.  He brought a sweet eighth grade student back to his home, got her
drunk off her ass and fucked her.  But that was all part of this new, yes,
fuck therapy.  And it had worked like a charm, as though he had blown the
demons out of his cock and into her pussy in a load of cum.  Poor girl just
happened to be in the way, a sacrifice of sorts.

   Now he could finally go to being just your everyday pervert.

   He suddenly smiled.  "Chalk one up for the Janitors Union of America."
He knew that there wasn't a janitor alive who didn't fantasize about
fucking these underage tease hotties.  "JUA: 1, Stupid Teens: 0"

   He turned to the TV where the credits were rolling of the movie.  Heh,
pirating that movie was one of the best moves he had ever made.  He'd have
to keep his collection current just in case another misguided teen should
find her way into this home.  His cock started getting hard again at the
prospect of such and encounter.  There was certainly a number of girls at
the school who's sweet pussies he'd like to make a deposit in.  Gullible
teens are everywhere.  It was only a matter of time before he'd bag
another.

   And there was still a sweet pussy naked on his bed.  He felt his prick
stiffen even more.  Yes, a second deposit was in order.  Definitely.

   Morgan hadn't heard him come back to the room.  She wasn't even sure how
long he was gone.  What she did know was that he had pulled off the covers
and was straddling her from behind.

   Daryl felt in control of himself again.  Now he was going to fuck young
Miss Morgan Healy just for the fun of it.  Why the fuck not?  She didn't
seem to mind getting fucked the first time.  Of course she was also blind
fucking drunk.

   He climbed on the bed and stripped the cover off of her.  That great
little ass of hers stared him right in the face.  He climbed over her and
straddled her legs such that his knees were on the outside of her legs so
that his cock was aimed at its target.  He pulled her cheeks apart,
revealing both her holes; a pink little pucker and a sloppy glistening
slit. He wedged himself further into her and his cock found its home,
slipping right into her wet cunt.

   He saw Morgan's head come up as he jammed his cock into her for a second
time.  She gave a little cry as her hands clutched at the bedsheet. 
"That's a girl, you'd regret if you didn't remember ol' Squiggy pecker.  It
will most surely remember you."

   Daryl then grabbed her hips and started laying into her.  So slick and
wet.  Slick and wet from his first dump of cum.

   Morgan grasped the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles were turning white.
It was as though she were on small boat in a wavy ocean.  A long moan
escaped her lips but it came out staccato as he had settled into his rabbit
fucking mode.

   He was just like the others.  He didn't care if she was dying, all he
cared was using her.

   Daryl was starting to get ticked off.  Every time he got into a good
rhythm the stupid girl would squinch her hips down and he would pop out. 
God he wished his cock was longer than four inches.

   She squinched again and that was enough.

   "Got dammit already."

   Morgan felt him climb off of her and then something she didn't expect.
She felt him grab her ankles and pull her towards the corner of the
mattress.  She felt as though she was in a horror movie getting dragged
away by the demon.

   Daryl knew exactly what he was doing as he dragged her to the corner,
the sheet bundling and pulled partially off as she continued to hold on. 
He stopped just as her pussy was right at the corner of the bed.  He then
spread her legs to each side and stepped between them.  He now had complete
access to her.  It only took a moment longer for his cock to find its way
home again.

   For a time Daryl savored the melodic sound of Morgan's soft grunt/moans
mixed with the wet slapping.  And how gorgeous she looked there, sweat
beginning to pool in the small of her back.  And her ass which he had a
death grip on, holding her steady so she couldn't dislodge him again.  He
fucked harder and her moan grew louder.

   He felt his orgasm coming.  He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks and
admired her cute pink pucker.  Such a hot vision to cum to.  Or better yet,
to cum in.

   Morgan, now just praying for him to finish, caught her breath when he
suddenly pulled out.  What happened next is what she would never had
expected and it frightened her.

   Daryl slipped his cock out of the young girl.  The thought was devious,
but he couldn't help himself.  Holding her cheeks open with one hand he
placed his cock head on her sweaty pink pucker.  He used his thumb to press
on his head in attempt to force himself in.



   Daryl immediately felt Morgan's struggle as she cried out.  It only made
him push harder.

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

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

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

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

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

   ****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What?"

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



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

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

   "Lenny, no."

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

   "Help me, please?  Lenny can't find it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I can't open the door."

   She shuttered as Squiggy strutted up next to her.

   "No problem missy, warm weather always makes it sticky."

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

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

   "Bye!" he said with a wave and a genuine smile.

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

   "Whadya think of her Len?"

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

   Daryl sighed, "Yeah, that was one special pussy."

   "Pussy is a bad word."

   "Oh shut the fuck up."

   Lenny hung his head, "Sorry Squig."

   "Hey, You want to go to Denny's or not?"

   Lenny perked quickly, "Grand Slam Breakfast!"

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

   ***

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

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

   Five.

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

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

   The sticky ooze, that even now continued to drip between her legs, was
proof of that.
   END PART VII