Best Friend's Father Knows Best (Fan Fic, M/F, M/f, Oral, Anal, Mast, Voy) This is an unauthorized FanFic of the MorganRunner14 series. Hopefully WifeSeducer does not object. All characters are that of WifeSeducer. ********* Morgan was finishing the Mac & Cheese her mom had made and watching the end of "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila" when her mom came in to the dining area. "Honey, you still spending the night at Darsey's on Friday night?" "Yeah," Morgan replied, surprised her mom was asking about her. Lately her mom seemed more concerned with her own self then Morgan's well being. "You think you can make that be for both nights?" Morgan looked up at her mother. This was a first. Usually mom stayed out all night. Only twice had she brought someone over that she had been dating. And this time with advanced noticed instead of Morgan waking up one morning and discovering a strange man watching T.V. in the livingroom. "Yeah, I could ask Darsey to ask her mom and dad," Morgan replied. "Why? You have someone special?" Morgan's mom smiled nervously. "I haven't said anything to you, but I have been seeing someone very special for the last month and I'm thinking of making the relationship more serious and it be nice to have the house to ourselves and not let anything put a damper on the mood." A "damper." That is what she was to her mom's life, a "damper." Morgan would rather not be around if that is what she was to her mom." "Yeah, Mom," Morgan replied, "I will ask Darsey to ask her parents. They will most likely say yes." Morgan's mom gave her a kiss on the forehead, "Thanks dear, I love you." "Love you too, mom." After finishing her Mac & Cheese, Morgan headed for her room. She checked to see if her computer was off. It wasn't. Ted. Two weeks ago, she had discovered her web camera was on after having shut it off. It was a shock to realize that she was being broadcast again after deciding to never run the cam again. Why she kept the web cam with her computer, she was not sure, but she just couldn't get rid of it. It did sometimes make her smile at the number of men she pleased when she performed in front of it. It was just something she couldn't get rid of, yet. However, two weeks ago, Ted must had snuck into the house and turned the web cam on. Since then she had been turning off the computer religiously. And today the computer was on. Ted must have snuck in and turned it back on in hopes of her not noticing. Morgan turned on the monitor and pretended to check something on the web. The camera was up and running. The camera's angle had been changed so it was once again showing a good portion of her room. She took a deep breath and slipped out her laptop and started it up. She logged into the chatroom that had been created for her. She was unable to enter for it was full. The day after she had discovered that the web cam had been turned on, she had entered the the chat room with her alias, TheGuy1960. Then the room only had two others in it. She had learned, talking to VrgnRppr that the camera had been up for five days before she had shut it down. Morgan also learned that MASTERCK4891 had made an appearance on Dateline's "To Catch a Predator" a few months back. He was in serious trouble for he had showed up to the house with rope, duct tape, handcuffs, and something called a ball gag. Now the chatroom was full. She thought for a second and then got up and took off her shirt. Morgan could imagine the commotion that was going on in the chatroom right now. A grin came to her face as she faced away from the web cam. Once she was able to keep from smiling at the joke she was about to play, she turned around and leaned in front of the camera so her brassier covered breast were right infront of the cam and shut off the computer. She wished she had been able to have gotten access to the chatroom just so she could read the ruckus she had probably created. She smiled and stripped out of her pants and climbed into bed, unable to sleep until she fingered herself, something else they were going to miss... Morgan asked Darsey if she could stay two nights and Darsey replied, "No problem, my parents like you, you can spend another night." So everything was good and Morgan was happy, though Mr. Ely would probably be a bit uncomfortable with her around. Morgan smiled at the thought, wondering if he would be placing his video camera anyplace. Mom was happy that Morgan would be gone for both nights. Mom quickly went to her room and made a call, however Morgan was able to hear through the thin wall. Morgan's mom: "Hi, it's me." "Yeah, I can't wait. We have the house for both nights and all day Saturday. Yeah, she's gonna be at a friend's til Sunday, so it will just be you and me with nothing to bother us.. "So, I'll pick you up Friday at work?" "You really want me to wear that? Okay. With or without?" "Okay, without. This weekend is for you." "I know, you need to get back to your friends, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." It must really be serious, thought Morgan, her mom rarely ever fawned over someone so seriously. She tried to do her homework until her mom called her for dinner, Mac & Cheese. The next morning, Friday, was a disaster. Darsey caught up to her between first and second period and gave her the bad news. "Morgan, I'm sorry," Darsey stammered, "but we got to cancel this weekend. My Grandma went to the hospital last night and my mom is taking me to see her right after school. She lives near Chicago so we're gonna be catching a plane. We might be gone all next week." "Oh," Morgan replied, wondering what her mom was going to do with her now not leaving the house. "I'm sorry and hope your Grandma gets better. So, you and your parents might be gone all week?" thinking she might be able to sneak into their house for the weekend since she knew where they kept the hide-a-key. "No, just me and my mom, my dad is gonna stay and work next week." They had to goto class so they went to their seperate ways. Morgan looked for Darsey during lunch only to learn that her mom had arrived and picked her up during 3rd Period. When Morgan got home, her mother was franticly cleaning the house. Her mom's first question to her was, "When are you leaving?" Airports were the worst. Craig Ely wandered around the empty house, having gotten home thirty minutes before after dropping his wife and daughter off at the airport. The traffic, the chaos, and it wasn't a holiday, just a Friday night. He opened up his second can of beer and looked fondly at the now empty hot tub, wishing for a time a few months ago. 'Well,' Craig thought to himself, 'I guess I'll just drink and look at that copy of Anal Teen Tryouts I been wanting to watch.' He shook his head and then smiled as a new idea came to him, 'I can watch that video of Morgan on the big screen, no chance of being caught with the girls gone for a while.' As Craig retrieved the tape of Morgan Healy from where he had hidden it next to Anal Teen Tryouts #15, the door bell rang. "Who the Hell is knocking at my door?" Craig growled under his breath. He came to the door and opened. There standing in front of him was a blonde angel in a denim mini-skirt and a midriff baring, pink tank top. "Uh, Morgan, what are doing here?" 'When are you leaving?' rung in Morgan's ears like an unhappy growl from her mom. "In about two hours. Your date is after that, right?" "Yeah," her mom replied, "You can help me clean up this pig-sty and make sure you make your bed, cause when I show off this dump I want him to think I have a daughter who is at least clean and neat." Morgan wished she had never came home, or at least had told her mom she was going to leave just after packing. She rushed around doing the dishes and vacuuming the house. Most of the stuff she picked up had been left there by her mom at some point in time. Finally the house was clean enough for her mom to go and change. Morgan went to her room and made her bed as her mom had ordered. Her computer was on again. 'It's not like I'm going to be changing here right now and I aint gonna be here,' Morgan thought, and decided to leave the computer on, with her legion of admirers probably dying in fruitless anticipation. She packed various clothes into her bag along with her bikini. "Mom, I'm going to Darsey's." Her mother came out of her bedroom wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a tacky, red tube top. "How do I look?" her mom asked as she twirled around. It was a red tube top that her mom's old boy-friend Richard had talked her mom into buying. The thought of the creep gave Morgan goose-bumps. The mini-skirt Morgan's mother wore showed no indentations from panties. Morgan really wanted to tell her mom she looked like a Ho, but instead replied, "You look nice, Mom." "I'm glad to know," her mom replied as she kissed Morgan on the forehead. "I didn't want to come off trampy. Now go to your friend's house and stay there and try to have a good time." Morgan left, wanting to get out of the house and far away from it. She had an idea of what to do, but knew she was headed down the wrong path way once again, but she could not resist the pull. Ted sat at his computer watching Morgan put clothes in to a bag. He had snuck back in that morning and turned her computer back on. The rest of the Morgan Luvrs and himself, as they called themselves were agonizing over their not having their favorite teen available for their viewing pleasure. The first time two weeks before had been a smashing success of five days of working web cam, but then she shut the computer off. Then yesterday, early in the morning, he noticed that she was on Yahoo, getting off about five minutes before heading out to school. So he had used his extra key and snuck into the house and turned her computer and web cam back on. This time it only lasted till the evening when she suddenly turned off her computer while undressing. Morgan had leaned right in front of the web cam's view wearing a bra and the image was lost. The chat room exploded with damnations and fouler cursings of denied men. Ted laughed after a short while, for it could not happened at a better point if it had been planned to frustrate these old men watching her. Now she had left the room. Must be going to a friend's house, probably that slightly chubby girl, Darsey. He looked at the chat, the members were asking for her to return and undress for them so they could fantasize doing her. "At least I have done her, though she never knew about it," Ted smiled to himself. Though the last two times were failures, the Snapple bottles had been untouched where she had left them. Now he was out of his supply of GHB with nothing left to show for it. There was a knock at the door. Ted got up, made sure his pants were zipped and went to the front door. He opened it to see Morgan there in the jeans and t-shirt she had worn at school. Ted's heart skipped a beat before he could calm himself to act normal and ask her what she needed. Morgan explained that her mom was so frantic about her date that she was driving Morgan crazy and wasn't able to give her a ride to her friend Darsey's place. So Morgan was wondering if she could use Ted's bathroom to change and then she could catch a buss. Ted offered one better and said he would give her a ride over. Ted wished he had a camera of some type set up in his bathroom, thinking of young Morgan undressing in his bathroom. When she finally emerged, he felt like his heart was going to stop. There was Morgan, dressed in a short, denim mini-skirt and a pink tank top that stopped at her lower rib cage. "You're dressing like that to visit a friend?" "We're planning on going to the mall," Morgan lied. "We like to dress up for it. Like the attention we get from the guys." 'And then some,' Ted thought. The drive was not easy, her legs so close that he kept looking at them instead of the road, the memories of their silky smoothness still strong in his mind despite it being a few months before when he had his way with her drugged body. Morgan sat in Ted's car, feeling his eyes on her. He was looking at her lean legs and at her chest more than the road in front of them. She smiled at the attention and wondered what his reaction was going to be when he discovered her panties laying on the floor of his bathroom. It had been a last second decision, to slip off the panties and going out with out any underwear. Well, if it is good enough for my mom, it is good enough for me, Morgan thought. Finally, they were at Darsey's. Morgan could not believe she was about to do this, but it was either this, or or go home and mom, or stay at Ted's where she knew he would drug her. "Thanks for the ride," Morgan told Ted as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "you're very sweet to do this for me," and she was out the door and closing it behind her. Ted drove off quickly, probably rushing home to jerk off, thought Morgan. Mr. Ely's car was in the drive way and a light was on, so he should be home. She went up to the door and pressed the door bell. The door swung open after a while. Mr. Ely stood infront of her, out of breath with a video tape in his hand. "Uh, Morgan, what are doing here?" Morgan looked up at Mr. Ely and gave a smile, "I'm hear to sleep over with Darsey for the weekend, remember?" "Darsey is not here," Craig Ely replied. "Didn't she tell you, she went with her mom to Chicago today to take care of her Grandmother." Craig's eyes traveled up Morgan's lean legs to the faded blue denim skirt, her patch of bare belly, then to her perfect breasts under the pink tank top. It was just cold enough for her nipples to be erect and press through the top's fabric. Morgan gave a sad face and what she thought was her best puppy eyes, "I remember her saying her mom was gonna pick her up at school, but I didn't hear her say that we weren't having a sleep over because of it. I'm such a stupid idiot." "No, you're not," Mr. Ely replied, "I am for making you stay outside in the cold. Come in here Morgan where it is warm." As Morgan walked past him he could smell her freshness. His eyes followed her firm ass in the tight, denim, mini-skirt. Oh, just to give that virgin ass a tryout, thought Mr. Ely, I could die a happy man. If there was someway to keep her here, but alas that can not be. "So," Mr. Ely finally spoke up, "do we need to call your mom to pick you up, or I can give you a ride home?" "I don't know," Morgan replied, trying to sound a bit distressed. "My mom is going out on a date tonight because I'm not suppose to be home until Sunday. I think she gonna have someone stay over for the weekend." "Stay until Sunday? I thought you and Darsey were only planned a sleep over for tonight ." Morgan looked up at Mr. Ely with her biggest eyes, not wanting to go home or go to Ted's to wake up used with only a headache to show for it. "I asked Darsey if I could stay both nights on Thursday at school and she said there wouldn't be a problem if I did. Now if I go back my mom is gonna be upset cause I'm messing up her date tonight." Mr. Ely could feel his hard-on stiffening into a solid mass. "Well, we don't want your mom upset with you. I guess you can stay and sleep in Darsey's bed, she won't mind." "Oh, thank you Mr. Ely," Morgan squealed as gave him a quick hug, "thanks a lot." "Sure thing, sweetie," he replied in pleasant shock, the impressions of her two, perfectly firm breasts lingering in his stomach. "I don't know what you and Darsey planned on doing, but I can get the hot tub going if you like and have you had anything for dinner? If not we can have some pizza. Can order it or I think there is some in the freezer." "Hot tub would be nice and yes, I'd like some pizza. Frozen is fine." Mr. Ely told Morgan to get the pizza out of the freezer and he would turn on the hot tub for her. She noticed that he made a trip into the laundry room which lasted a few minutes. Morgan smiled at his consistency. The pizza was finally done. After eating about a third of it which calmed her empty stomach, Morgan realized she was too nervous to keep eating. This was going to be different if she followed through with her ideas. Mr. Ely was father to her best friend and if they did, they would be staying together for the night instead of her walking or being driven home afterwards. "Done with your pizza?" Mr. Ely asked. Morgan nodded. "You can use the laundry room to change." Morgan headed towards to laundry room. A little of the automatic pilot feeling was there, but not as over whelming as before. The camera was easy to spot for it was in the same area as before amongst a hastily constructed pile of dirty clothing. This time, she decided she wasn't going to be such a tease. She closed the door and removed her pink t-shirt. She cupped her breasts as if she was checking them out, though making sure she was in full view of the camera. She then kicked off her shoes and socks before dropping her mini-skirt on the tile floor. She ran her hand through the sparse hair of her loins. Involuntarily she let out a slight moan. Her fingers were damp. 'I guess I really do like doing this,' she thought to herself. "Ohh," she moaned softly, but hopefully loud enough for the hidden camera, "Darsey's dad is so cute." Her fingers played lightly with her clit, arousing her so that her nipples became erect again. "Morgan? Are you okay?" Morgan's heart raced painfully in her chest. "Uhh, yeah, I'm okay. Why?" "Thought I heard a sound is all," Mr. Ely replied through the door. "Just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong." "No, I'm okay. Gonna be out in just a bit," Morgan replied nervously. She took a deep breath. Decided to put her bikini on. In doing so, she decided to give Mr. Ely one last show, by turning her back to the camera and bending over with her legs slightly spread, giving full view of her ass and what lay between. Guys seem to like that, she thought. Once the bikini was on, she nervously went out and headed for the hot tub. Mr. Ely was near the tub as she came out of the house. "It's a toasty 110 degrees." Morgan watched him ogle her nearly naked body with a leer. "You know, a hot tub is a great idea, okay if I join you?" "Sure, Mr. Ely, it is your hot tub. I can't keep you from using it," she said as she entered the hot water. "Okay, just don't want to make you uncomfortable." Morgan watched Mr. Ely nearly rush into the house and enter the laundry room. For some unknown reason to her, she smiled. Mr. Ely was taking such a long time to reappear that Morgan got out of the tub and sat at the edge with her feet still in the hot water. She flirted with removing her top but decided that would be too trampy. Mr. Ely did not exit until 15 minutes later wearing a pair of swim shorts. He seemed to be dazed as he approached the tub, staring at her as she sat on the the edge glistening in her wet bikini. "You look like you're comfortable," Mr. Ely smiled meekly. "Water too hot?" "No, it's just nice to feel the cold air after a while." "That's good to know," he replied as he stepped into the tub. Morgan looked at Mr. Ely, except for a bit of a heavy gut, he was in fairly good shape. Definitely better shape than anyone she had ever had sex with, though Ted ran a close second. Ted arrived home all riled up. That Morgan really knew how to arouse him even when she wasn't trying to. Oh God, just to once again put my hands upon her bare breasts and get between her slender legs, Ted prayed to himself. He entered his house sweaty and heady with the carnal thoughts that had been passing through his mind since Morgan had come out dressed in that mini-skirt and tight tank top. After grabbing a beer, Ted noticed that the bathroom light had been left on. As he went to the room to turn it off, he was surprised to find a pair of panties laying on the floor. He picked them up and took a smell, damn they were sweet. Ted sat down in front of his computer, the web cam into Morgan's room was still on, but it did not matter for now, she was elsewhere. The chatroom had eight others besides himself, all wondering when she was going to show. Ted smiled at their wishing, knowing she was not home and therefore there would be no show that night. Ted held the panties in his hand, contemplating what to do with them. He knew he probably be able to sell them for maybe 100 dollars to the morons in the chat room. As he thought about it, a car pulled into the driveway of the Healy home. Morgan's mom, Ted thought as he looked out the window. Her mom got out from the driver's side, wearing a black leather mini and a red tube top. Shit, ain't seen those for a while, Ted thought. Out of the passenger seat was a long-haired, scrawny guy that looked familiar to Ted, but Ted just couldn't place him. "Mrs. Healy, why do you always pick such losers?" Ted whispered as the two entered the house. His thoughts started to drift back to the panties in his hand. Just to think that girl wasn't wearing any while in my car, thought Ted. She is really growing up. His hard on was becoming a bit of a nuisance and Ted knew would have to take care of it somehow. He was surprised when the light came on in Morgan's room on his monitor. The chat room came alive. Then Morgan's mom came in along with her date. LUVR696969: Hey lights on! BuiltBig4Gurls: whos that? thats not Morganbaby LOCKJAWww: and who's the guy?!? NXTDRNBR: That's Morgan's mom and her date. Must be showing him the house. LOCKJAWww: what a loser VrgnRppr: damn she dressed like a ho LUVR696969: Shit I'd do her. BuiltBig4Gurls: she's too old Suddenly the date grabbed Morgan's mom and pulled her top down, exposing her breasts to the viewers of the web cam. Morgan's mom grabbed her date and started kissing him hard. LUVR696969: holy shit! VrgnRppr: God damn shes built. LOCKJAWww:Damn he's gonna do the mom on her bed! LOCKJAWww: I m taking snap shots BuiltBig4Gurls: why cant it be Morganbaby? Ted watched as Morgan's mom started to fuck on Morgan's bed. Her date tore her clothes off and climbed on top of her and started thrusting in with no style or rhythm. Just pounding away like a dog on a bitch. Ted unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and wrapped Morgan's panties around his member and started to stroke for all he was worth... Craig had gotten out of the tub a few times to get drinks, cokes for Morgan and a Rum and Coke for himself. Everytime he returned, she would be sitting outside the tub in that skimpy bikini, smiling at him. She had such a pretty face and beautiful body. Just if only he could see her naked without the use of a video camera, thought Mr. Craig Ely. He just hoped she did not notice the hard-on he was sporting. When he had gone to change, he had watched the video and had been fantastically rewarded. Though there was no sound, he watched young Morgan stroke herself while standing infront of the washer and dryer, giving the camera a full view. God she was delicious. He ended up grabbing one of Darsey's camisoles and relieved himself into it. Despite that release, he was hard again. Just hoped young Morgan didn't take notice of it. Craig settled himself into the tub. Morgan still sat on the edge, across from him, drinking her coke. Her lean legs were apart and he had a straight view of her bikini covered snatch. The wet fabric pressed against her loins, clearly showing an indentation where her slit was. Craig felt again like a high school freshman at his first dance trying to ask Gloria, a Senior, his first crush in high school, for a dance. He had been all nervous as he approached her, stumbling in his asking. She had laughed at him, but had said yes. It had been the most ecstatic yet nerve racking moment of his life at that time. And here he was feeling all scared and little once again because of a beautiful girl. "So. your mom has been divorced for two years now?" "Almost three," Morgan replied. Craig winced at his question, he really was an awkward little boy again. He decided to press on instead of just stare at her like a lecherous old man. "When did you last see your dad? Miss him? "Yeah I miss him," Morgan replied uncomfortably, "haven't seen him for two years now. He has been busy either working or going to Florida with his girlfriend, who ever she may be right now." "I'm sorry to hear. A daughter should have a father or at least a father figure." Craig let his eyes travel up and down Morgan's young, lean body, lusting what he could not have. "What are some of the things you miss about your dad, maybe something I could do to... I think you understand what I mean." Morgan gave him a smile, "Well, he used to rub my back, you know. Run his finger up and down my back and shoulders and such. It always felt nice from him. He stopped doing it when him and my mom started fighting about a year before they split." "If you want, I could give you a back rub right now. I'm not your dad, but I would like it if I could be there for you since he's not here." Morgan smiled and slipped into the tub, "That would be nice. Want me to sit on your lap?" "If that is what you want," Craig replied as his breathing increased. She settled herself onto his legs. He hoped she would not slide back too far for his raging hard-on was trying to point right at her. He placed his large hands on her shoulder and started to give her a massage. Her flesh was soft with a touch of baby fat with a firm layer of muscles underneath. His nervousness made his fingers fumble and trip everytime he came across the straps for the bikini top. Morgan turned her sweet face towards Craig's. "You want me to untie my top? So that way you don't have to worry about the straps? Just promise not to look and I will." She smiled. "Uh, yeah, sure," Craig replied. "I promise not to peek, so help me God." Morgan reached up and untied the strap at the back of her neck. As she tried for the the back strap, Craig could not help see her fine little breasts from over her shoulder. Damn they were perfect Just to fondle or paw them is all I ask, Craig thought to himself. As Morgan squirmed in his lap he realized he was on the verge of cumming, just the right placement of that tight little ass on his manhood or a brush with her hands he knew he would explode. "Want me to get it?" Craig asked. Morgan stopped squirming and brought her hair up so he could get it untied. His cock slowly shook as it relaxed from firing position. He slowly placed his hands on to her shoulders once again and started to massage her muscles, wishing they were Morgan's tender little titties instead being massaged. The show had only lasted for about ten minutes before Mrs. Healy's date had shot his wad into her. The 'Loser' as the chat members called him, for he did look like one of those go no where, unemployed, leeching losers, just lay on the bed while Morgan's mom cuddled into him, kissing his chest and face. After about a half hour, she had gotten out of bed and left the room, naked. The chat room of course was full now, with voyeurs. BuiltBig4Girls had left for Morgan's mom was too old to get excited about. The others complained about her being in her early thirties, but had stayed to watch. 2large4U: damn when she coming back 2large4U: i wanna see that naked bitch again LOCKJAWww: Shouldn t call Morgan s mom a bitch. She s the mother of the one we all want to love. 2large4U: she's fucking mr. loser there on her dauter's bed 2large4U: i think that makes her a bitch VrgnRppr: Hey NXTDRNBR, how many BF's has she had in the past year? You know? NXTDRNBR: I think three or four. VrgnRppr: Yeah, 2large is right, the woman is a bitch. 2large4U: Isee i'm right 2large4U: would like to turn our little Moragn into a bitch 2large4U: that be sweet :) LUVR696969: yeah that would be sweet Morgan's mom came back in, still undressed. She handed 'Loser' a can. He sat up and gulped it down and tossed the can on the floor. 2large4U: damn what a woman, fucks you then gets you a beer, what could be better :) VrgnRppr: Get one young enough and you train her to be that willing and obedient. LUVR696969: damn what is he doing? 2large4U: WOW! that is hot! Ted watched as 'Loser' reached up and grabbed Morgan's mom by her nipples and pulled her towards him. He then pulled downwards making her go to her knees in front of him. She took his cock into her hands and then bent forward taking his member into her mouth. LUVR696969: Hot damn we got some sucking action. 2large4U: she seems to know what to do thts for sure LOCKJAWww: i hope i got enough memory in this old machine for all the snap shots i been taking LUVR696969: she does know how ta blow LUVR696969: look at her take all in! VrgnRppr: I wonder where else she takes it all in? LUVR696969: lol Ripper LOCKJAWww: LOL 2large4U: funny man there ;) Ted watched as Morgan's mom sucked on the cock of her date. I should know his name, Ted thought, I just can't place you, Loser. Ted smiled as he started to stroke his cock imagining that it was either Morgan or her mom, or both giving him a blow job... "Feel better?" Mr. Ely asked. His hands were resting on Morgan's hips. "Yeah, I do," Morgan replied. His hands had traveled up and down her back with the fingers sometimes coming around to the front. For Morgan it had been fun to watch Mr. Ely in the reflection of the plate glass window trying to take a look at her chest. Morgan had complained about hanging onto the loose bikini top and tossed it out of of the tub. The top had landed in the flower bed. "It was very nice, thank you, Mr. Ely." She leaned back into him. His hard-on pressed into her back. She felt Mr. Ely stiffen all over and then slowly loosen. She smiled realizing that he had almost come because of her. She slid off his lap and turned towards him covering her breasts with her hands. Mr. Ely got out of the tub and retrieved her top from the flower bed. He held it in his hand, staring at it. She could see him twirling his thumb inside it where her nipples would be. "It's fairly dirty," Mr. Ely spoke out, "want me to wash it out with the hose?" Startled, Morgan glanced up to realize Mr. Ely was staring at her as he spoke. Well, not at her, but at her chest a shiver ran through Morgan for Mr. Ely's gaze was unrelenting. She glanced down and it was then that Morgan realized how big was his penis. His wet shorts clung to his thrusting cock showing a perfect outline of it. Mr. Ely's cock was not as large as Lenny's was, but larger then any of the other men she had been with. Darsey, Morgan thought, your mom is a lucky woman. "Uh, that is okay, if you don't mind and promise not to peek, I'll just run inside and change," Morgan replied quickly. "Is that all right?" I already promised you I wouldn't look. My word is still good." "Okay," Morgan replied, "close your eyes." "They're closed," he replied. "Just take your time changing and making yourself at home. I'm going to spend about another fifteen minutes out here or so." Morgan dropped her hands away and noisily got out of the tub. If he is watching, Morgan thought, he should be given a good show. She smiled. Once out, she bounded past, making sure not to look at him just in case. Hopefully, he was looking at her. As she came to the sliding glass door she realized that it acted like a mirror with the house all dark. She could see herself wearing just the bikini bottoms, which really did not hide much at all. Even her mole was reflected in the glass. Behind her, she could see Mr. Ely standing still at the tub. Something told her that his eyes were wide open, staring at the reflection of her chest. She stopped before the glass door and decided to adjust her bikini bottom. His head moved as he changed his view to her backside. Morgan made sure he saw a complete cheek before sliding the door open and entering. She closed the door and turned on the room light. As she headed for the laundry room she pushed down the bikini bottom and kicked it off, knowing Mr. Ely could see her completely. As she entered the room, she thought, 'Now to give him a real show,' as she looked to see the red recording light of the camera. It was making her horny like when she used to show herself off to those watching her on her web cam. LUVR696969: damn what is this a second blo job? VrgnRppr: Yeah. One missionary, one doggy style and two blow jobs. Gotta respect his endurance. 2large4U: Have to respect him for gettin a woman like morgan's mom to satisfy him like that 2large4U: but he still a loser LUVR696969: lol VrgnRppr: :) LOCKJAWww: dam my comp is freezin up LOCKJAWww has left the room. VrgnRppr: There he goes, poor SOB. luverofgurls 324 has entered the room. luverofgurls 324: Whoa, thats not Morgy baby! 2large4U: its her mom, dude luverofgurls 324: FUCKIN COOL! luverofgurls 324: dont they have the decenty to do it in her room instead of Morgy's? VrgnRppr: Then you wouldn't get to watch. luverofgurls 324: true, true luverofgurls 324: so this is why the room been full for the last hour and a half ;) Ted watched the going ons of his computer monitor as he drank another beer. He no longer cared who 'Loser' was, it really didn't matter. After watching Morgan's mom act like a complete whore, he was not sure he would do her if she wanted him to. There had been a time when he fantasized about her as often as Morgan, but after the past hour, she didn't turn him on. Morgan on the other hand, if he could just be with her alone and some how willing. Now that would be nice, her young body there to please him, that would be so nice. Ted decided to leave his computer running to catch all the important conversation with his screen capturing program set to catch an image every 30 seconds. Ted the got up and headed to bed and sleep. luverofgurls 324: did he just...?? VrgnRppr: Yep! He just started to do some spelunking of her little brown hole. 2large4U: damn he's going to town on her back there LUVR696969: yeah, it realy hurting her. look at her face. VrgnRppr: It certainly is. Ever seen such a beautiful face before? Craig found Morgan watching TV in the living room. She was laying on the floor wearing her mini and tank top again. His eyes traveled up her lean legs. He could just make out the roundness of her butt cheeks. How he wanted to slid his hands up that skirt and onto her tight, little ass. He held the video camera from the laundry room in his hand. "Uh, Morgan?" She turned so she could see him. The roundness of her small but perfect breasts pressed against her tank top. The view of her legs was exquisite. "It has been a long day for me, honey, I'm going to go to bed. When you're ready, you can sleep in Darsey's bed, okay?" "Okay, Mr. Ely," Morgan replied. "Uh, Mr. Ely thanks for not looking," Morgan quickly added. "I'm sure most men would have tried to get a look and you didn't. That was nice of you." "Well," Mr. Ely replied, "I do try to be a gentleman at all times." 'Gentleman,' Craig thought to himself. He had watched as much as he could. His eyes had been open the whole time she had pranced by him. He watched her perfect, firm breasts bounce in the glass door's reflection. Saw her take off her bottom and walk into the laundry room stark naked. He had then gotten back into the tub, taken out his cock under the water and jacked himself to blissful orgasm in a matter of seconds with images of Morgan in his head. It had been a long time since he had cummed twice in a day. He was fairly sure he would be able to cum one more time before going to bed thanks to the video tape in his hand. Now he was headed back to his bedroom to watch the tape he had made of Morgan dressing and undressing. He could feel his cock starting to tiredly raise itself once again. He closed the bedroom door and hooked the camera to his T.V. After rewinding it, he played it again. He had already seen the first part on the camera's viewfinder, but there had been no sound. Now there would be. The image came on and he saw himself turning around to leave. Craig pressed fast forward until he saw the door opening again. It was Morgan. Damn, what a pretty girl she was in that mini skirt and pink tank top. She closed the door. She then peeled off her tank top. Her two round globes bounced, her pink nipples looked soft and puffy. She cupped each breast with her hands, giving the camera a fabulous view. Craig stood there in front of the T.V. transfixed of the image of the young girl. He released his rehardening cock and started to stroke to the sweet, innocent vixen on the screen. She then kicked off her shoes and socks, then slid the mini skirt to the floor. There on the T.V. screen stood fourteen year old Morgan Healy, naked from head to toe. God damn she was even more gorgeous without any clothes, thought Craig. He watched as her hands slid up her leg. One hand stopped on her tender loins and started to stroke her privates! A moan, a delicious moan of an innocent girl awakening to the pleasures of the world emitted from the T.V.'s speakers. It was the most beautiful moan Craig had ever heard. Sweat beaded on Craig's forehead and his breathing became shallow and rapid. Her stroking of her virgin sex continued, becoming a bit more frantic. Another moan, louder and clearer than the first, came out. "Darsey's dad is so cute." Craig froze at the words, as if just fallen in love at first sight. He trembled at the words. Suddenly the serene image of the girl became disturbed as she jolted from her pleasures as a muffled, deep voice came from the other side of the door. "Uhh, yeah, I'm okay. Why?" There was another muffled voice. Craig realized that it was him asking her if she was okay because of a sound he had heard. Now he knew what the sound he had heard was. "No, I'm okay. Gonna be out in just a bit," Morgan replied. She took a deep breath. She turned her back to the camera and bent over with her legs slightly spread, giving full view of her ass and what lay between. Earlier, Craig had jacked himself to that image, cumming into his daughter's camisole. Now it made more sense, delicious, lustful sense. Morgan put on her bikini bottom, then her top and left the laundry room. Craig fast forwarded the images. There was a jump where he had stopped and restarted the camera. The laundry room sat there empty. Suddenly the door opened and a naked Morgan rushed in. He stopped the tape and backed up until she was back out then pressed play. Morgan entered, naked and glistening from the water. She took a towel and started to dry herself off. The towel moved and rubbed across her lean body and swelling breasts. When the towel started to rub her nearly hairless loins, her head leaned back as she closed her eyes. The towel rubbed harder and faster, until the towel dropped away, leaving her hand to finger her clit. Craig's stroking of his long cock quickened in pace. His balls ached as they tried to gather seed to spew. It was going to take a while before he would be able too. Morgan started to moan out loud as she diddled her sweet twat. Her face became flush as her nipples became visibly erect. "Ohhh... Yes..." Ah, to know what a young girl at a time like that thinks would be a dream come true, Craig thought to himself. "I'd give anything to know," he muttered. "Ohhh.., I'd do anything for Mr. Ely. Anything to have him pay attention to me..." Craig stood there in shock, his chest pounding painfully. His balls ached painfuly as they tried to eject seed that was not yet there. He took hold of the dresser to keep his legs from buckling. The girl on the screen kept fingering herself, moaning until her legs buckled and she moaned as an orgasm swept over her. Her face contorted up so tightly in the waves of pleasure that it appeared that she was in intense pain. "Oh, God, she is so fucking gorgeous," Craig gasped at the screen, as he sat down on the bed to keep from falling. On screen the fourteen year old girl slowly dressed back into her mini skirt and tank top and left the laundry room. Craig sat there, the words, "Ohhh.., I'd do anything for Mr. Ely. Anything to have him pay attention to me..," echoing in his head. The image of Morgan's twisted face and words of moaned pleasure overwhelmed him. When he finally looked up to realize he was sitting on his bed holding a warm, hard cock in his hands and static on the T.V. "Do anything, huh?" Craig watched and rewound the tape over and over, possessed by the image of his daughter's best friend on the screen. Morgan was relieved, yet disappointed , that Mr. Ely had left. She had hoped he would have decided to give her a full massage. Yet she was thankful that he hadn't, that he had only kept it to watching. Maybe, she thought, some men can keep themselves from having sex with a girl no matter how much they want it. Morgan watched Bedtime stories on Cinemax, being disappointed at the unrealness of the situations and decided to go to sleep. She entered Darsey's room, stripped out of her mini and tank-top and crawled in between the sheets. A restlessness fell over her, the anticipation and the lack of fruition made her unable to sleep. her hand slid between her legs and she started to finger herself, slowly at first, but as the lustful pleasures came over her, she started to attack her special place more aggressively. She fantasied that she was back in her room, fingering herself for those on the other side of her web cam. The intensity built inside her as her finger plunged into her wetness. Maybe the camera will stay on when she got home, especially when she could feel such intensity knowing they were watching her. The pleasure built, slowly but surely building to its climax. She felt as if she was on the edge, the edge of exploding in to sexual abandon. She was so close! Yet she could not get herself over the edge. Something deep inside her did not let her release the tensions building up in her. She breathed heavily and raggedly as her arm started to ache from the repetitious, frantic fingering of her clit. Morgan kicked off the blankets, feeling the cooler air upon her naked flesh. She felt electric, ready to fly, but not able to get off the ground! She felt as if she was going to go insane! Suddenly the room was filled with light pouring through the doorway. Silhouetted by the halway light stood Mr. Ely. He stood there, stiff and large. He finally turned on the room light, exposing her to his gaze. His eyes bore into her relentlessly, not seeing her, but devouring her in a leering stare. Mr. Ely licked his lips nervously, "I thought I had heard something. So, I thought I'd..." Morgan lay there on Darsey's bed, naked, with her fingers plunged in to her twat. Mr. Ely kept mumbling something incoherent, yet his gaze bore into her, focused and dark. He approached the bed, a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was still wearing his swim trunks, his hard-on trying to push its way out, pointing towards her flushed face. He reached down and touched the side of her face with his finger tips. The fingers traveled down her slender body, flicking across her nipple , circling her belly button, stopping at her slit. His fingers and thumb wrapped themselves around her small wrist and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. He brought her hand towards his face. Mr. Ely sniffed her moisture on her fingers and smiled weirdly. He then turned his gaze towards her. "Been thinking of me?" "Uhh..." Morgan gasped. "Of course you have. You want me. You know it and I know it, right?" "Yes," Morgan heard herself reply. Mr. Ely bent forward and placed his free hand along side of her face. His fingers slid along her cheeks, taking a hold of her hair. Pulling on her hair and wrist, he led her out of the bed and onto her knees. She looked up at him with her blue eyes. His gaze was unrelenting, seemingly possessed. He licked his dry lips as he placed her hand upon his loins. She could feel his cock shaking under tension beneath the swim trunk's covering. He released his strong hold of her wrist and petted her face. "Take it out." Morgan gingerly pulled his shorts down. Out popped his monster, at least a good seven inches long. Thick and hard, nearly an angry color of purple. It thrusted out at her face as if ready to strike her a hard blow. It was not as long as Lenny's, but it looked just as thick, if not a bit stouter. Morgan could feel the heat from Mr. Ely's blood filled organ on her face it was so close. The tiny, enraged blood vessels throbbed with every one of Mr. Ely's heartbeats. Mr. Ely took hold of her long, blond hair on the other side of her face. Thus held she discovered she was at his command as to where she was to look or move her head. He started to pull her her face towards his cock. "Be a good girl and kiss it." Mr. Ely pressed her lips upon his swollen cock. Morgan, with out thought, parted her lips and nibbled the purple head lightly with her lips. "That's a good girl, a very good girl," Mr. Ely gasped. Mr. Ely's cock was bigger than Charles's or Arthur's. She knew what they wanted to recieve and knew Mr. Ely wanted the same. But she was not sure how much would fit into her mouth. She just hoped that he wouldn't make her gag and have to puke. "Be a good little girl and suck it..." Morgan opened her mouth and took the warm, throbbing member of manhood into her mouth. Mr. Ely moaned as her tongue slid along it's underside. His hands grabbed her hair tightly, almost painfully, starting to thrust her mouth back and forth over his cock. "Suck it good," Mr. Ely commanded, "I know you want it Craig stood before the kneeling young girl. Each hand had hold of her hair on either side of her head. Looking down he watched her greedy mouth slurp on his long cock. A bit lower her puffy pink capped nipples were in plain view. Somewhere below that was her waiting and willing virgin sex. A surge began to rise from deep within him. "Stop, stop ,stop...don't move" he ordered breathlessly. Her pumping motion slowed and ceased as he held her head still, now with only the head of his cock still between her lips. His eyes rolled back as he felt cum rise from his swollen testicles. He held on a moment longer before releasing with full force. His knees almost buckled as wave after wave of the warm fluid left his body and entered the warmth of her mouth. At last he pulled his cock from her lips and looked down at fourteen year old Morgan. There she was, the best friend of his daughter on her knees with a full load of cum in her mouth. His cum. She looked up at him with innocent blue eyes and a questioning gaze. He smiled at her almost comical look; lips pursed closed and cheeks bulging like a squirrel. She seemed unsure what to do next. He reached down and put his finger under her chin, tilting her head back. "That's a good girl, a real good girl. Now swallow." He watched her close her eyes and force down his ejaculation, grimacing as she swallowed. A moment later she looked back up at him, smiled proudly and licked her lips. OH MY GOD! thought Craig Ely, there is no stopping now. I have gone past the point of no return, like when he had blown through that stop sign while fantasizing of this very girl while she was in the back seat of the car. Well, it was no longer a fantasy, it was reality. Might as make more fantasy become reality, thought Craig. He pushed young, beautiful Morgan Healy onto his daughter's bed and placed himself between her slender legs. He placed his face between her legs and began to lick her private place. 'So this is what a virgin tastes like,' Craig thought, as he pushed his lounge deep into her. She moaned and quivered as he probed her pussy. He tasted her sweet wetness, the sweet wetness of a virgin. Morgan had nearly gagged when Mr. Ely had shoved his penis into her mouth. She knew what he wanted. Charles and Arthur had shown her that. She sucked as he pumped her face up and down his long shaft until he came. She forced his seed down, aware that is what all men wanted, no matter how distasteful it was to the girl. What she hadn't expected was him pushing her back into the bed and doing the same to her, plunging his lounge into her private place. He lick her special spot causing her to release fluids as she moaned in pleasure. It was building up in her, an uncontrollable feeling of pleasure, an impending explosion. 'Oh God!' Morgan thought, 'I'm not gonna be this easy to please?' Her young, smooth thighs squeezed his head, feeling the day's worth of bristles poke into her sensitive skin. But it mattered not compared to the pleasure he was now giving her. His tongue probing the most private of her places. The pressure built, she knew she would soon explode. Exploded she did. Exploding in an overwhelming orgasm, wrapping her legs around Mr. Ely's head and face. "OH God, yes!" she cried out. "Oh yes..." The waves of pleasure flowed over her, causing her to be unaware of anything except her pleasure. Unaware of Mr. Ely forcing her legs apart and biting her nipples with his teeth. Unaware of him positioning the head of his thick cock on her wet, dripping slit. It suddenly entered, filling her with its thickness and length, almost as nice as Lenny's. He started to thrust in and out, slow at first, but picked up speed and depth with each pounding thrust. He pounded her hard, he bit her young nipples harder, but the pain was mixed and confused with the pleasure he was hammering into her. Darsey's bed rhythmically squeaked and groaned under protest of the pounding Morgan was receiving ontop of it. Morgan started to squeal and pant to the rhythm. "Yes..!" she moaned. "It hurts so nice..." Suddenly, Mr. Ely groaned and stiffened. He fired a sticky wad of seed deep into her and collapsed on top of her slender form. His weight crushed her, making it hard for her to breath. His sweaty smell was strong in her nostrils as he laid there, catching his breath. He finally rolled off her and out of her. He got up, grabbed his shorts and wandered out of the room. She heard him close his bedroom door. The stereo came on from Mr. Ely's room, muffled, but loud. The drumbeat a throbbing rhythm pounded through the walls along with the synth dance music. She could make out the song as one Darsey and her had listened together. The singer's voice, angelic and sensual, filtered into the room, "We'll take a holiday, you know I'd love you better" Morgan lay there, the room light's blazing, uncovered, feeling empty and alone, listening to the music through the walls. "We'll take a holiday, you know I'd love you better..." Morgan was not sure how long she had been asleep. But she had suddenly awoke, her position unchanged, still laying spread out as Mr. Ely had left her. The room and hallway lights were on, the door open, and she was bare to the the world. The only differences were she was no longer wet with sweat and the music was no longer blaring from Mr. Ely's room. She slowly sat up, feeling sore all over. Her nipples hurt where Mr. Ely had bitten them. But it was a nice hurt, a bit exciting. She pulled herself out of the messed up bed and walked across the hallway to the bathroom and to take a warm shower. The music was a bit clearer in the hollowness of the bathroom, though she couldn't make out the words, though Morgan knew she had listened to to it a number of times. It was a kinetic synthetic bass pounding as the woman's voice mumbled on in lilting tones. The music became more frantic as the the woman started to sing the chorus. The water warm, Morgan turned on the shower. The chorus flooded into her like the water over her body. Morgan started to sing. "Ride the pain into the pleasure Don't stop now with the pressure Can't explain with an answer Ride the pain into the pleasure..." Ted woke up and looked in on Morgan's room on the web cam and the chat log. The chat log was very full, though most was about what had already happened when he went to bed. After fucking Morgan's mom in the ass, the "Loser" had gotten off her and had left the room. Her mom had laid there until about a half hour before when "Loser" had come in and awakened her with a swat on her ass. She had left with him. Morgan's bed was a mess. "He probably woke her to make breakfast," thought Ted. "Who is he, I really should know..." Mr. Ely had stayed in his room all morning and most of the afternoon. There had been a different sound after the shower as if he was watching a movie on dvd, though all Morgan could make out was female voices seeming to moan or cry out. the clearest line was a girl saying "No, not there!" followed by a moaning scream with the girl then saying, "Yes there! Harder please!" Morgan had expected Mr. Ely to find a reason to leave his room when she left the bathroom, at least be peaking out the door, but he hadn't. She had crawled into bed and slept amongst the disordered blankets and sheets, listening to the cries of women from a muffled dvd. Cries she realized as she fell into sleep, cries she had emitted that night and the night Lenny pounded into her. When she had awaken, the cd was playing again, "...Don't stop with the pleasure, Can't explain with an answer, Ride the pain..." Morgan had found her fingers delving her special place, moving frantically with the muffled music. It mattered not that she was sore. In fact, the soreness made the sensations more intense. Was it because she liked the pain? Or that the song said she should "ride the pain into the pleasure?" Or it was a clear reminder of Mr. Ely being in her last night, making love to her? Or was she just a slut, a whore like her mom, only good enough to be used and abused by men? And if they wouldn't she would use and abuse herself? Maybe it was all of it. She had suddenly realized that Darsey's bedroom door was wide open. She looked to see if Mr. Ely was watching. He wasn't. But the thought of Mr. Ely, or someone else watching her frig herself was to much and she came with a tremendous moan that ended was a gasping squeal. After regaining her senses, Morgan crawled out of bed and slipped on her mini skirt and tank top and headed for the kitchen for something to eat. She felt light headed, unsure if it was the orgasm or the lack of food. The remainder of the pizza sat on the counter with a bottle of rum and a half empty two liter bottle of coke. The pizza, it was cold and stale, but filled her stomach with substance. Morgan poured herself a coke, and decided to add some rum to the mix. She then headed to the Ely's family room and turned on the T.V. There wasn't much to watch, but with the day being heavily overcast, there was no reason to go outside. "Need the sun to get a suntan," Morgan thought ruefully. It was around 3pm and six rum and cokes that Morgan's worry about Mr. Ely started to become unbearable, for he had not come out of his room. She got up unsteadily and walked to his bedroom door, worried that something was wrong and wondering if he just didn't want to face her because she had given in and been a slut last night. She brought herself to knock on the door. The music stopped. "Uh, yes?" "You okay, Mr. Ely?" Morgan asked. "Its past 3pm and I got worried that something was wrong. Don't want to be bothering you. I'm sorry if I am." After a long pause, Mr. Ely replied, "I'm okay. I'll be out in just a bit." Morgan headed back towards the kitchen, feeling thirsty. She looked at the rum bottle, hoping Mr. ely wouldn't notice she had drunk any. "Just one more," she thought to herself. She filled her glass a quarter ful with the rum and decided not to add the coke. She brought the drink to her lips and swallowed it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and forced down the warm liquid with a gasp. The warmth flooded her and made the world seem a little fuzzy. But it made her feel calmer and that is what she wanted. Mr. Ely finally arrived, disheveled, wearing a bathrobe. He did not look at Morgan, instead went straight for the refrigerator and took out a cold can of beer. he opened it up and drained it, belching as he got himself a second one from the frig. After finishing half of the second can, he was finally able to look at her directly. Morgan felt his eyes travel up and down her body, bore into her, looking past her clothes. His eyes rested upon her chest and there they stayed. "Morgan, I want to say I'm sorry about what happened last night." Mr. Ely licked his lips, was it from nervousness or a wolfish desire? Morgan was uncertain. "I should have never done what I did..." "It's my fault, Mr. Ely," Morgan replied. She was watching him, but he was staring at her chest. "Your fault?" "I should have never taken off my top in the tub last night. I know you didn't look, but I guess it was too much for you." "Yeah, I guess it was..." "With what my mom says about guys I really should have known better. I'm sorry." Mr. Ely smiled for the first time, "Yeah, you should be. So what now?" "Now? Morgan asked perplexed. "Yeah, what are we going to do now?" Mr. Ely finally looked her in the eyes. "Are you going to tell anyone what happened last night?" "No." She replied. Morgan could see the tension drain from his face. "I would get punished if my mom found out." "Yeah, we want your mom to think you're still her good, little girl, don't we?" Morgan nodded. "So," Mr. Ely continued, sounding more sure of himself, "what are we going to do now?" "Try to forget it?" Morgan replied. "That would be best, Mr. Ely replied. "But I don't think I could. I will always remember you looking up at me from your angelic face as you..." "As you had me swallow you stuff?" Mr. Ely smiled weirdly as his gaze bore into her. He reached out and brushed her face before resting his large hand on her slender shoulder. "Yeah, then. So, you enjoyed it too." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Morgan felt flush all over, unsure if it was the alcohol or the sexual tension. She felt mr. Ely slide the strap off one shoulder, and then the other. "You were such a good girl last night. You're gonna be a good, little girl now, right?" She looked up at him as he slipped her top down, exposing her firm breasts to his leering gaze. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs. "Yes," she heard herself moan softly. "That's a good girl," Mr. Ely replied as he pinched both of her sensitive nipples and pulled them to lead her towards him and so he could lean back into the counter. "Now let me get a look at you and slip out of your clothes." Morgan complied and pushed the tank top and mini skirt to the kitchen floor. Holding onto her nipple with his right hand, Mr. Ely made Morgan spin around for his amusement and inspection of her naked form in the light. "Naked as a newborn baby," Mr. Ely chortled. He released her nipple and grabbed a fistful of hair on both sides of her head and forced her to her knees on the hard, cold floor. "Be a good, baby girl and do what you know i want you to do. Do it, baby, because you want to." Morgan looked up at Mr. Ely and and opened up his robe. He was wearing a pair of blue boxers Morgan membered that Darsey had bought him for Christmas at the mall. His cock was pressing hard against the fabric. "Now be a good baby and take it out and suck it like you did last night." Morgan reached up and unbuttoned the single button. The monster fell out throbbing, angry purple and red. She opened her mouth and started to slid it in. His hands gripped her hair painfully and pushed her down on it it harder, shoving it into the back of her throat. "Damn, you're almost as good as that whore my I had on my bachelor night party." He started to thrust her onto his manhood, Her lounge swirling around the shaft. Her head was swirling from the rum and the passion, knowing he was going to again shoot his seed down her throat. She did not look forward to the taste, but knew it was what he wanted, and therefore worthwhile. Maybe the rum had loosened here up, or maybe it was from having done it so much, Morgan thought, but she was amazed at not gagging as much or feeling like she was going to puke as Mr. Ely thrusted in and out of her mouth, banging the thick head of his cock on the back of her throat. He held her hair painfully as he pumped her face onto his cock in a rapid deep motion. The scent of his sweat, fresh and old invaded her nose. His member seemed alive, she could feel its warmth and thought she could feel it throb inside her mouth. She looked up at him with her blue eyes. Mr. Ely was staring down at her. "Damn, you look so beautiful down there like that. You're a good little baby. You're just my sweet, little bitch." Mr. Ely grabbed her hair tighter and forced himself deep into her mouth, stopping with his cock pressing against the back of her throat and held it there, blocking her ability to breathe. Morgan started to panic as the need for air overwhelmed her, she tried to push back and disgorge his manhood from his mouth. But her mouth was overwhelmed by the thickness that now filled it, his hold on her hair to strong for her to even gain an inch of relief. She squirmed futilely as she started to see spots before her eyes. "That's it, baby. God that feels good! Keep at it and I'll give you what you want to drink..." Morgan stared at Mr. Ely with tear filled eyes. She could feel all the blood warming her face. The spots were flashing like light bulbs and a fire raged in her lungs, The colors faded to grey as Mr. Ely stood there pushing her face into his loins, grunting with his eyes closed. He suddenly stiffened and let out a moan. "Oh, fuckin' God..!" She felt the fleshy gag in her mouth and throat pulsate as it spewed his hot, sticky seed down her throat. Mr. Ely released his hold on her hair to grab the counter behind him to keep his balance. Morgan felt herself collapse for she could not keep herself up, the cock wrenched out of her mouth painfully, as it discharged more cum, this time into her mouth as she inhaled deeply for air. She felt some of his sperm be inhaled into her lungs, but her body's need for air over rid the need to cough it out. His next spurt landed on her face as she fell away to the cold, linoleum floor of the kitchen. The last spurt splattered onto her prostrate form. Refreshing air flooded her lungs. She could feel her heavy breathing along with the pain in her aching lungs where she had inhaled Mr. Ely's seed. Slowly she was aware of the coldness and hardness on the floor. She slowly opened her right eye, the yellow-green of the kitchen floor came into focus plus the bits of dirt and food the laid on it. She tried to open her other eye and was suddenly assaulted with a burning in her eye. She tiredly moved her fingers to the hurting eye and wiped away a glob of white, sticky cum. The thick, salty distaste of sperm filled her mouth. "I never thought it be that good, did you?" Mr. Ely asked pantingly. Gasping for breath, Morgan shook her head as she lay on the floor naked. "I'm out of breath too, forgot to breath when I came." Mr. Ely seemed to babble like a little boy that had just gotten the toy he wanted for Christmas. Morgan swallowed the cum in her mouth down and slowly got herself off the floor. Mr. Ely grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up to her feet. He was smiling like like the little boy he sounded like. "Didn't know you could have so much fun, did you?" Mr. Ely asked as he wiped his sperm off her cheek with his large finger. "No," Morgan heard herself reply shyly. Her answer was rewarded with Mr. Ely's sperm covered finger hovering in front of her lips. Knowing what he wanted she sucked his finger into her mouth and licked his seed off of it. His fingers scooped up more from her flat belly, stopped momentarily to smear some cum around each nipple before coming to her face to feed her more of his seed. She shivered when he touched each nipple. She closed her eyes and forced herself to swallow what was offered to her. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" Mr. Ely stated, "wish you could of had more to drink, I bet." Morgan just nodded and smiled. "Why don't you be a good little girl and clean yourself up while I have another beer." Morgan grabbed her clothes off the floor under Mr. Ely's gaze and clutching them to her cum stickied body, headed for the bathroom hoping to find some mouthwash to get the taste out of her mouth. Craig put his member back in his shorts and finished his beer. His legs were still wobbly from the blow-job he had just received from his daughter's best friend. 'If I only knew,' Craig thought to himself as he grabbed another can of beer, 'I would have been doing you two years ago when you started to develop. So, what now...' Craig thought of the past night, Morgan appearing at his door, dressed like a little tramp, frigging herself in the laundry room, getting topless in the tub and thinking he wouldn't look. She was so naive. But then him going into his daughter's room and she willingly blew him before he took her virginity. He had felt so scared and guilty at what he had done that he left her there and went to the security of his room, half expecting for the police to come and haul him off for what he had done. He played the CD that his wife had left in the stereo to try to drown out his confused feelings. It was a CD that his daughter Darsey like to borrow at times. The woman's voice was controlled, but also sexually sensual. He had let it play for about two hours before he had had enough. When he stopped it, he could hear the shower running. He had thought of going in there to watch, but had decided to not too. Instead he had decided to watch his copy of Anal Teen Tryouts. Most of the girls looked like they were in their twenties, and not always the best looking, but one did look to at least be eighteen, and her face was so beautiful as she was reamed. 'If only I could make Morgan look that beautiful..." That is when Craig smiled, knowing what would make this weekend perfect that he would not care what happened afterwards. Ted watched out the window and watched Morgan's mom leave the house and get into her car. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white t-shirt. She drove out of the drive-way and and headed down the street. 'What about your boyfriend?' Ted thought. The two had not re- entered Morgan's room since they had left it. He turned on the T.V. for Ultimate Fights were about to come on. He went to his computer to retrieve the drink he had left there when he saw Loser enter Morgan's room. Loser started going through Morgan's drawers. "What the Hell," Ted said to himself. The Loser pulled out a pair of Morgan's panties, bring them close to his face. He then undid his pants and pulled out his cock and wrapped his member with the panties and started to stroke. "You fuckin' bastard," Ted breathed angrily as the man on his computer masturbated into Morgan's panties. The chat window was going crazy of all the watchers complaining, but seemingly unable to stop watching. In a few minutes, the Loser came. He wiped his dick off with the panties, and then refolded them and put them back into the drawer he had gotten them. Then left the room. Ted shook his head at the sick act, "You really need to be committed," then smiled for wishing he had thought of it for all the times he had been in Morgan's room. Ted went to the living room and started to watch the first fight already in progress. It was about ten minutes later the Morgan's mom returned, loaded with a case of beer and food from Wendy's. Morgan rinsed herself off in the shower. Mr. Ely couldn't be responsible for what he had done. She had knowingly teased him from that first night in the hot tub with Darsey all the way of showing up this weekend in hopes of seducing him. Well, seduce him she did, and that made her smile. He had been unaware that he nearly choked her was his pleasure from using her was so intense. Using her. He didn't love her, he loved his wife. He loved Darsey. But he wanted her and she had allowed him to take her, to use her. But she loved being used. If she didn't, would this have happened? Arthur and Charles had used her for their own delights. Ted had done so, the first time with her knowledge. How about Lenny and Squiggy? Especially Squiggy, she had set herself up to be used like a rag doll by him. And he reminded her everytime she saw her panties hanging of his rearview mirror. Yeah, she liked being used by them. 'I guess I am just like you mother,' Morgan thought, 'and always will be. I have the stained clothes to prove it." She dried herself off and looked at herself in the mirror, she unconsciously ran her hand along every place Mr. Ely had touched or grabbed hold of her. She could feel the ghost of his hands like an after thought, the way he had pinched her nipples and kneaded her bosoms last night. The way his large hands had slipped between her thighs and forced them apart, opening her sex to his desires. Desires she had driven him to. Desires she was driving herself to, as she started to place her fingers on the pink slit between her legs. Desires despite the soreness from the night before. 'No,' she thought, 'that will be for Mr. Ely to decide. He deserves that much for what I have put him through." She studied herself down there. Not much hair. There were golden strands that were noticeable, but nothing that would hide her slit. 'Not much," Morgan thought when compared to the woman in Richards magazines he would sometimes leave lying around. But then, the men she knew seemed to like it sparse. She looked down and saw her clothes laying on the floor where she had dropped them. She didn't want to wear them again. A smile came to her, Morgan opened the bathroom door and looked to see if Mr. Ely was there. He wasn't, but she could hear the T.V. on in the family room. she ran across the hallway into Darsey's room. The problem with Darsey's clothes was that she was on the chubby side. Her clothes were loose and baggy on Morgan, where at least Morgan's clothes had a more of a skin tight look when worn by Darsey. It was in the closet when she found what would fir. A white button down shirt and a blue polyester skirt, back from when they had been in elementary school and the district had been playing with the idea of school uniforms. The skirt fit snuggly. The shirt was too small. Morgan was unable to get the buttons to meet. She then decided to tie it up like Britney Spears from he One More Time video. She put on a pair of Darsey's knee-high socks. She left Darsey's bedroom and headed towards the Ely's family room. Mr. Ely was still in his bathrobe and boxers. On the T.V. was a couple of burly, tattooed men pummeling each other. Morgan recognized it as Ultimate Fighting. Mr. Ely didn't notice her until the round ended and an advertisement came on. He stopped and gawked at her, his eyes roving up and down her lean body. "I don't think I've seen you wear that in two years or so. Looks better on you now." Morgan blushed and smiled shyly, "It's actually Darsey's, I threw mine away when I didn't need to wear it anymore." "Well, it looks good on you," Mr. Ely replied, "really like what you did with the shirt. It's very early Britney Spears." He eyed her, staring at her chest. "I was gonna get myself a beer, but since you're up, could you get me one? They're in the frig. Get yourself a drink to and join me if you want." Okay," Morgan replied softly. She turned, knowing Mr. Ely was watching her ass as she walked away. She made sure she put a bit more sway in her walk. Morgan found the beer in the frig. She made herself a coke with rum. 'Well more rum then coke,' she thought after pouring herself the drink. She returned to the living room as the scantily clad woman walked past the camera with a sign that read, 'Round 2.' Morgan handed Mr. Ely his beer. "Thanks sweetie," he said as he took the can from her, "what did you get for yourself?" "A Coke," she replied. Mr. Ely's eyes traveled up and down her body. Morgan could feel them undressing her. The nervousness she felt made her take a deep gulp of her drink. "Want to join me on the recliner? There's plenty of room," Mt. Ely said with a leer, as the two men on the screen fought each other. He reached up and took hold of her slim wrist, his hand seeming very large. "I insist." "Okay," Morgan replied, feeling she had no choice. "I guess this is what you wanted,' she thought to herself. Mr. Ely led her onto his lap. She could feel tyhe hair on his legs on the back of her smooth thighs. She could feel the bulge under his boxers, it wasn't hard, but it was noticeable. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, while the hand holding the cold can of beer rested itself on her right thigh. The cold metal penetrated itself into her white flesh. As the second round ended and the commercials came om, Mr. Ely finished his beer and asked, "So, what do you think of the fights?" "It's kinda brutal," Morgan heard herself reply. "It's so violent." "But it is exhilarating," he replied. "Reminds me of when I used to box." He placed his now free hand upon her thigh. "Why don't you finish your Coke?" he said as he gave a squeeze. Morgan drank down the rest of her drink, the rum making a warm feeling in her stomach and feeling light headed. "You used to do boxing?" Morgan asked, unable to think of anything else to say as Mr. Ely's hand caressed her leg. "Yeah, I 'used to do boxing,'" Mr. Ely replied with a slight, mocking tone. His fingers slid between her thighs and started an upward path to underneath the skirt she was wearing. "Win or lose, I always wanted one thing after fighting. You know what that was?" Morgan shook her head as his stubby fingers traced an outline around her slit. She sucked in a deep breath at his touch and let out a whimpering moan. "That was to find a girl to bang. It's amazing how horny I would get after trying to pound some guy senseless." The fight resumed. As Mr. Ely watched, his fingers became more aggressive in their exploring of Morgan's special place. His left hand untied the shirt and reached up and cupped her left breast, squeezing with each kick and punch on the T.V. screen. The two fighters entangled and went to the ground, the bottom man was bleeding from above his eye, Mr. Ely's finger jabbed itself into Morgan's twat, thrusting fast and deep. She squealed as her soreness let itself be known to his assault on her pussy. Yet his handling of her, not letting her have any control was freeing and she started to feel a building pressure of pleasure within her. His finger started to move smoother as her juices started to flow and get everything between her legs wet. She could feel his cock starting to grow hard under her. "Damn, you are easy. Wish I knew that two years ago." Mr. Ely pinched her nipple, eliciting a squeal from Morgan. "Think of what you have been missing these past two years." Mr. Ely talked wildly. He was no longer her best friend's father, but a crazed man intent on only what he wanted. Morgan felt fear, but it was also exciting, making each moment, each touch, no matter how painful or pleasurable, that much more intently overwhelming. Mr. Ely's hand between her legs changed position so he was hold her under the ass, but his thumb penetrated the entrance of her sweet , wet pussy. His other arm held her tighter and he suddenly stood up, holding the girl thus. Shocked and scared, Morgan was carried down the hall into mr Ely's bedroom. He threw her onto the bed. As she moaned, he grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her to the corner of the bed so her legs dropped over the edge with her stomach on the disordered sheets. Morgan heard the rustle of the bathrobe dropping away, then felt the thick, round head of Mr. Ely's cock pressing against her twat. "Damn you are one wet bitch," he said as he slid his cock into her heated wetness. Morgan winced at the soreness of her pussy. She opened her eyes to see Mr. Ely's face staring at her from a full-length dressing mirror. "Still a little sore?" Mr. Ely asked as he thrusted into her. "Yes..," Morgan moaned painfully as he stretched her wide inside. "Don't worry, just having you getting me wet for a bit more lubrication," he replied. His eyes were dark and intense. Morgan looked at him confusedly, not understanding as he slowly pumped into her. He then slapped her ass cheeks with both hands. "Baby, I am as ready as I will ever be. With the way you have acted today, I know you're really going to like what I am going to do to you. Just love it." Mr. Ely pulled out of her with a pop. His hands grabbed each ass cheek and spread. She felt the thick head press itself upon her anus. Morgan stared at Mr. Ely in disbelief, he wouldn't, would he? "I know deep down, ever since you sat on my lap last night, that you wanted me to do this. You may not have known it yourself, but I knew you wanted and needed this." With his justification over for what he was going to do to the girl, Mr. Ely pushed forward, forcing her tight sphincter to spread apart. Morgan cried out as his member pushed in painfully. He started to thrust back and forth, pushing deeper into her, releasing the pressure with out withdrawing, then another half inch of cock into her back hole. "Damn, I have never had anything so tight," Mr. Ely moaned savagely. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so he could have a clear view of her tortured face in the mirror. "God, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever hanging on my cock. You love this don't you?" Morgan just sobbed at the abuse she was being dealt. Charles had scared her their time together. Mr. Ely wasn't suppose to scare her, just use her. But he was now more frightening than anything, for where she had feared something to happen with the others, now what she fear most was with the one she thought wouldn't do such things. She had opened up a dark side in Mr. Ely, she told herself, a darkside that Darsey nor his wife knew about. A darkside he now focused onto her because of her silly, girlish whim to tease him... "I said, you do like this, right?" Mr. Ely's voice was more of a command then a question. "You want me to start fucking you harder, right?" "Yes," she answered through pained breaths. The assault began, with deeper and deeper thrusts, his manhood starting to piston deep into her insides. Every pull was like a suction pulling her stomach out, where every thrust was a wave of pain that made her feel she was being ripped into two. The entire time, he held her hard by the hair like a pair of reins. His eyes bore into her anguished, contorted face, watching every sob and every streaming tear. "Damn, you are beautiful," Mr. Ely groaned. "Such a perfectly gorgeous face. I am such a lucky man that my daughter became your friend." Mr. Ely suddenly let go of her long hair. Morgan buried her cries and her face into the bed sheets. She felt his hands grasp her by the hips, then slide to her flat stomach and travel up her body until each hand grasped hold of each pert breast. Between thumb and forefinger, he pinched her harden nipples as he thrusted inwards. Then taking each breast in a handful, he pulled her off and up from the bed until her back pressed against his hairy chest. she was completely off the round, held up by being hooked on his thick cock and his painful hold of her tender breasts. His legs jerked upwards, she felt herself come up and ram down all the way onto his cock, spreading her sphincter as wide as it had ever been. If she could she would have screamed, but she was so exhausted and in so much shock that that she registered the pain but could not respond to it. "Look at yourself," Mr. Ely growled "Have you ever seen such a beautiful sight before?" Morgan opened her bloodshot eyes and looked at the mirror. There she was, seemingly floating in the air, the blue skirt pushed up around her waist, the shirt half off, and Mr. Ely's hands roughly pawing her breasts, Her whole body was blush red, her face contorted and distressed. "You look better than any of those bitches I watched on dvd last night." He slid a hand down to between her legs and flicked her swollen clit with a finger. "You're the best bitch I have ever seen, and I have you for myself. Damn I am one luck bastard." Mr. Ely collapsed onto the bed, with Morgan trapped under him. He moved her onto her knees and pushed her head down into the sheets. Then taking hold of her slim waist, he started to thrust faster into her ass. The friction started to burn as her insides felt they were being turned inside out. The pain was building intensely. Intensely like her orgasm last night. The song came into her head. "Ride the pain into the pleasure Don't stop now with the pressure Can't explain with an answer Ride the pain into the pleasure..." The song came to her, full blown, keeping time inside her head to Mr. Ely's thrusts of passion. Ride the pain into the pleasure (Pain, pleasure) Don't stop now with the pressure (Pleasure, pain) Can't explain with an answer (Pain, pleasure) Ride the pain into the pleasure (Pleasure, pain) She felt the wave over whelm her, a tidal wave of orgasmic emotion. She screamed out and clenched her wounded sphincter around the thick meat of manhood pounding into her. Squeezing it tightly into her ravaged gut. Craig tried to tell himself he was more of a spectator than a participant as he pounded into this young girl's tight, little ass. He couldn't help himself. He had always been interested in anal sex since his bachelor night. His wife only permitted him to do it to her twice, saying "Never again" both times. The last time was with that waitress during a business trip ten years ago. Each time he felt like another took over, another Craig Ely that enjoyed seeing the pain on their faces. It was that Craig Ely now in command. It was that Craig Ely, he told himself, that decided doing young Morgan like this was worth the possibility of losing his family and going to jail. In the back of his mind, he agreed with that Craig Ely, it was worth it. She was so tight and hot down there. He felt he was thrusting into a burning vice, the burning vice of an innocent, pretty girl. 'Innocent!' Craig thought. If Morgan was that innocent she would have never stated that she would do anything for him while she frigged herself. She wanted it, Craig Ely told himself, convincing himself. She enjoyed it despite the posturing that she didn't. Then it happened, she started to cum, wailing and squealing like a bitch in heat. Her anus clamped down on him and he started to cum, shooting wad after wad of sticky seed deep into her bowels. He fell on top of her, too tired to move. His legs and arms felt like rubber. His lungs burned and chest pounded. He felt his thick cock slowly go flaccid. He pulled himself off the girl, his cock escaped her bunghole with a pop. She whimpered at the leaving. He looked down at his cock. It was coated with a greasy film and a reddish liquid.. There was a small trail of blood oozing from her puckered, inflamed hole. Suddenly, he felt guilty and didn't want the girl in his bedroom. He wanted to be alone. "Are you okay?" he asked. Morgan nodded her blond head. "Listen, that was good and all, but you can't sleep here. I only sleep with my wife in this bed. You need to got to Darsey's or the couch. I need to be alone." "I can't stay?" Was she crying? or still in pain? Craig didn't want to think about it. "No, you can't, sweetie. Now come on, get up and get some sleep else where." The girl pulled herself together, pushed the blue school skirt down and stumbled out of the room. She stopped at the door, her breasts still hanging free. She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong." Morgan turned around before Craig could say anything and closed the door behind her. He laid back on the bed, unbelieving what had happened, sure he was to be arrested and vilified on the morrow. "Oh well, you old dog," Craig said to himself, "you paid for it with some of the best sex ever. If it happens, it happens." He got up to pee. He realized the needed to clean up, so he took a long, hot shower after relieving himself. As he exited the bathroom, he heard the hot tub running. He peeked out the window and saw the back of Morgan's head and shoulders jutting from the tub. The skirt and shirt were piled on a chair near the tub. Just as he was about to turn away to goto bed, a movement caught his eye. He looked up at his neighbor's window and saw a figure standing in the darkened room. Craig smiled at his neighbor's voyeuristic behavior. "Enjoy the view, Ken," Craig said quietly towards his neighbor, "I have already enjoyed the fruit." Craig turned in and went into a deep, exhausted sleep. It was past noon when Morgan awoke to Mr. Ely stumbling around the. He was trying to be quiet but was doing a miserable job of it. The though made her smile. She was laying on the couch, clutching one of the throw pillows to her breasts. The skirt had ridden up her hip. She hadn't planned on sleeping on the couch. After getting out of the hot tub, she had dressed and came into the house. She sat down on the couch to for she felt she wouldn't be able to sleep. And now she was awakening on it after who knows how many hours. She moved to get up and almost cried out. Her whole body hurt, stiff and sore from last nights activities. She slowly stood up, biting her lip so as to not make too much noise and slowly stretched. She pushed the skirt back down to cover her lower privates and then fumbled to tie the shirt, finally succeeding. As she headed for the bathroom, Mr. Ely spotted her. "Hi," he said. "How are you doing?" "Okay," she replied. "A bit sore and stiff." "Sorry about that." "Don't," she replied, "I shouldn't have acted the way I did around you. It's my fault." Mr. Ely looked at her thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Alright." He stared at her some more. "I won't tell anyone if you won't." "I'm not gonna tell anyone. Don't wanna get in trouble with mom." "Pinky promise?" Mr. Ely half smiled. Morgan smiled, "Yeah, pinky promise. They hooked their pinkies together. "Anything I can get you for a late breakfast?" "I'm not very hungry, Mr. Ely. Would like to get a ride home after I get dressed." Mr. Ely nodded and watched the girl stiffly limp to the hallway bathroom, a feeling of relief coming over him. Mr. Ely brought his car up to Morgan's house. Her mother's car was gone. "Here we are. Are you going to be okay?" he asked as he reached across her and opened the door. "Yeah, I'll be okay," she replied and gave a quick peck on his cheek. "Thanks for the ride home." "Anytime," Mr. Ely replied a bit shocked at the kiss. Morgan exited the car and watched Mr. Ely drive off before turning towards the house. The car was gone so she had the house to herself. She adjusted the pink tank-top, brushing off a piece of dried cum. At least she wouldn't have to explain how she got glue on her clothes, Morgan smiled. As she walked stiffly up the drive she was aware of Ted watching her from his kitchen window. She realized she hadn't decided to if she would leave the camera running or not. Maybe she would, at least for awhile. She opened the door and entered the darkened room. Sitting on the couch watching Baywatch on T.V. was a man with straggly hair and beard. Richard. "Hey, honey-bunch," Richard purred, "did your mom tell you that we got back together? I'm moving back in." END PART VIII