Chapter 09 - Not Quite Home Alone

Morgan jogged around the corner onto her street and stopped. She
was breathing heavily; the sweat clinging to her skin glistened
in the evening sunlight, her chest rose and fell under her
jogging bra. She stared down the street at her house. Richard
would be in there. The car was gone which meant her mother had
probably gone out shopping as she usually did on Saturdays, but
Richard would not have gone with her. He had barely left the
house once since she had first walked in on him sitting on the
living room sofa the previous Sunday, after Mr. Ely had dropped
her off.

She had still not fully gotten over the shock of seeing the man
that her mother had kicked out of their lives a year ago. She had
not known at the time what he had done deserve this. Only
recently did she figure out the truth. Richard had started a
tradition of making special milkshakes for Morgan and her mother
but he would never allow them to see him making them. The secret
ingredient that he had failed to mentioned happened to be his own
cum. Morgan couldn't help but think what had been going through
his mind as he watched her, a 13 year old girl, swallowing his
cum. The strange thing was that, although this news would have
shocked and horrified her a year ago, it almost seemed
unimportant now. After all, she had swallowed lots of guys' cum
now hadn't she? Most of them she hadn't even met. Not only that,
she was not even a virgin any more. She had made love with...

"No" Morgan reminded herself, she had been fucked by lots of guys
now. She began to count them off in her head. First was Arthur,
then Ted, then Charles, then Squiggy and Lenny, and finally Mr.
Ely. Her friend Darsey's father, Mr. Ely, had even fucked her
ass. So why was it that she couldn't stop hating Richard for the
cum in those milkshakes, she didn't hate any of the others, at
least she thought she didn't.

She remembered what had happened that night she had come home. It
had all been amazingly civil.  She had sat down in the kitchen
with her mother and Richard and they explained how they had
started seeing each other again a few weeks ago and how they
wanted to give it another shot. Richard was out of work at the
moment but was looking for a job, in the meantime Morgan's mother
would be taking extra shifts to cover for the extra expense,

"...but Richard will be here so you won't be left alone." she
said, smiling up at him.

"That's right, honey" Richard said, looking straight into
Morgan's eyes "We're going to have lots of time to get to know
each other again."

Morgan had not been comfortable about this at all, but the
strange thing was that since then, Richard had given her no
reason to doubt his intentions. He had been surprisingly polite
and she had not seen his eyes stray over her body once. She had,
however, been able to hear him having sex with her mother every
night this week. They made no attempt to keep their nocturnal
activities from her and they kept Morgan lying awake late into
the night, listening to the creaking of the bed, the moans of her
mother and the Richard's guttural grunts.

Morgan continued down the street towards her house, there was
nowhere else for her to go really. Normally she might go to visit
her friend Darsey but she didn't want to run into Mr. Ely. She
didn't want to put him through that. It would be difficult for
him to have her there along with his daughter and wife, intruding
on his family life.

Ted was outside his house in the front garden, occupied with
watering the flowers or some such, as he always seemed to be
whenever Morgan returned from a jog.

"Hi Morgan." Ted said, putting down his watering can.

"Hi Ted."

"You look exhausted," Ted said, his eyes flitted all over her
body "would you like to come inside for a drink?"

Morgan looked at Ted as she thought about his offer. She really
didn't want to go home and see Richard, he hadn't been acting
inappropriately but this would be the first time that she and him
were alone in the house together. On the other hand, if she
accepted Ted's invitation there was no telling how long she'd be
conscious. Ted had a habit of slipping things in her drinks.

"No thanks," she replied "I'll get something at home."

Morgan saw the look of disappointment in Ted's eyes and instantly
felt sorry for him. Suddenly she had an idea that might just
brighten up his day. "Besides, I really need to get out of these
clothes and take a shower." She saw his eyes dart over her body
again and struggled to withhold a smirk. "See you later, Ted."
She felt him watching her as she walked up to her front door. She
turned the handle and entered. As she closed the door she caught
a glimpse of Ted turning away and hurriedly making his way back
into his house, no doubt heading for his computer in hope.

She hadn't turned the webcam on at all this week. She had been
planning to but the return of Richard had thrown her and left her
feeling very confused and vulnerable. She had decided to wait a
while and now, with Richard now in the house almost every hour of
the day, Ted was no longer able to sneak in and turn the camera
on. However, after seeing him she felt like enough time had
passed and that it might be time to give her fans a little
attention.

There was a noise coming from the living room, some game show on
the tv. Morgan quietly walked into the kitchen. She opened the
fridge and took out her Snapple, popped it open and took a long
gulp. Morgan stared down at the drink in her hand. She hated
herself for it but she couldn't dispel a feeling of
disappointment that Ted could no longer sneak in to add the extra
ingredient, sent in from total strangers. She still felt that
strange excitement that all these men were so desperate for her
to drink their sperm. She wondered at the enjoyment they got out
of it.

Morgan turned to leave the kitchen and stopped short. Richard was
standing in the doorway.

"Well, aren't you just as quiet as a mouse," Richard said,
leaning against the wall and smiling at her, " I didn't even hear
you come in."

"Yeah, sorry, I was thirsty." Morgan replied, giving the Snapple
in her hand an embarrassed shake. Morgan couldn't help but feel
flustered. Just as she was thinking about the sperm missing from
her Snapple, in walks the first man whose sperm she ever drank.
Morgan looked up at Richard and studied him more closely than she
had since he had moved back in. He was a mess, there was no doubt
about that. He was only wearing jeans and a slightly stained,
white tank top. His beard was unkempt, with flecks of grey
scattered through. His hair was the same salt and pepper colour
but had been pulled back into his usual, scraggly ponytail. His
slightly yellowing teeth peaked out from under the beard. Beneath
that, however, his eyes and smile appeared to be kind and
genuine.

"No need to apologise honey, how was your run?"

"It was good, thanks."

"I've heard you leaving every morning."

"Yeah, I try to go every day."

"Well that explains it." Morgan paused, confused. She looked up
at Richard hesitantly.

"Explains what?"

"How you've got that amazing body." Morgan froze, her gaze fixed
on Richard's face. Richard carried on as if he hadn't noticed.
"Come on, you can't act like you don't know it. I'll bet you've
got all girls at school jealous as hell and the boys all worked
up." Richard walked leisurely towards Morgan "I bet they've been
sniffin' around you." He stopped at the fridge, opened it and
pulled out a beer. "So tell me, have you done anythin' with any
of `em?" He stared at her intently. Morgan couldn't hold his
gaze, she stared at the floor, unable to keep her face from going
red.

"I... I have to go," Morgan stammered, "I have to... have to...
take a shower."

Morgan grimaced as she uttered the words. Why couldn't she have
thought of something else? Like, something that didn't involve
her getting naked. Morgan slipped past Richard without looking at
him and hurried towards the hall. She could feel his gaze
following her upstairs and she didn't feel safe until she had
closed the door to her room.

Morgan sat at her desk, thinking about what had just happened.
She had hoped that, after a week of no action from Richard, he
wasn't going to be interested in her. But she had seen that look
in enough guys' eyes now to know what it meant. Every time she
had come home in the last week and seen him sitting on the sofa,
every time she had run into him in the corridor or in the
kitchen, she had expected something like this to happen. She had
even, she realised now, been slightly disappointed when it
hadn't. Morgan got up from the desk and walked around the room
trying to shake the thoughts from her head. Richard was dating
her mom and besides, he wasn't even good-looking, Morgan actually
found him slightly repulsive. Still, she was so used to
attracting the leering gazes of older men now, she had been ever
so slightly disappointed to think that Richard wasn't interested
in her. Not that she wanted to do anything...

Morgan shook her head and stood up from her desk. She was
thinking in circles. She paced up and down the room, glancing out
of the window. She noticed a light on in Ted's house and she
remembered her brief encounter with him just a few minutes
before. Morgan smiled to herself, certain that Ted was sat at his
computer, praying for a glimpse of her. She had been about to
give it to him before her run-in with Richard. However, somehow
it didn't seem fair to let that ruin Ted's night. The thought of
him sat there all night made her feel a little sympathy.

Morgan pulled out her mother's laptop once again. She found her
chat room and signed in. She positioned the laptop out of sight
and took a deep breath as she opened the other laptop and the
webcam turned on. She stifled a grin as she glanced at her
viewers list, seeing TedDog99 as the only one. She kept her gaze
fixed on the screens for ten seconds, twenty, thirty... then it
happened. Another viewer, MASTERCK4891, popped up. Then came
SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF, then KILLER_JOE. Soon the viewing list and
chat room were full and the messages were starting to roll in;



SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: She's BACK!!!



CUTRIGHT9: Finally!



SLIMPIKENS: Thank Christ!



BIGWIG_WIGBIG: HALLELUJAH!!!



KILLR_JOE: I Can't jack off to anything but Morgan anymore.



SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: lol



SLIMPIKENS: Look at those lips.



CUTRIGHT9: I'd love to push my cock between those.



SLIMPIKENS: Get in line.



BIGWIG_WIGBIG: 8=D--



KILLR_JOE: Already?



CUTRIGHT9: lol



Morgan read the comments as they came in, almost faster than her
eyes could follow, and struggled to conceal a small smile. She
had missed this. It felt good to see how much all these men
wanted her, how they looked forward to the brief glimpses of her
whilst knowing that they could never have her. It made her feel a
little sad for them and she suddenly regretted having kept her
webcam turned off for so long. She should make up for that.

Morgan turned away and walked towards her wardrobe, where she
knew her whole figure would be in frame. She kicked off hers
shoes, followed quickly by her socks, leaving her in only shorts,
panties and her sports bra. Morgan slid her shorts down to the
floor knowing that she had the complete attention of her
audience. She bent over at the waist and opened the bottom draw.
She stayed their for a long time, pretending to rummage through
the draw, while presenting her voyeurs with a perfect view of her
panty-clad, 14 year old ass. She finally rose, holding her towel.
Morgan quickly removed her bra and panties, her back still to the
camera, and wrapped the towel around her chest. She knew that her
audience would be devastated, they would feel cheated, but she
had one last treat for them.

Morgan turned and walked back to the desk, she read the last few
comments;



CUTRIGHT9: IT WASN'T ENOUGH!!!



SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: We've still got the after shower to come.



SLIMPIKENS: WAIT! Something's happening...



Morgan had started to pick at the towel just where it covered her
nipples. She gave a frustrated look and then removed the towel.



BIGWIG_WIGBIG: YEEEESSSS!!!!



KILLR_JOE: There they are.



SLIMPIKENS: FUCKIN AMAZING!



Meanwhile Morgan had returned her hands to her chest, feeling her
breasts tentatively, as though they were extra sensitive. Her
fingers grazed lightly over her nipples, a soft moan escaped from
her lips. She was incredibly turned on to be performing like
this. She had thought for some time of masturbating for her
viewers but had never done it before. She could see that her
whole upper body was in frame, from just below her belly button.
Morgan's eyes closed as her right hand slid down her body and out
of shot to her soaking wet pussy. Morgan moaned again as she
dipped a finger into her wetness. She could feel the eyes on her
and it was causing her orgasm to build very quickly. She pushed a
second finger into her pussy as her other hand pinched and pulled
at her nipples. She was breathing heavily, her mouth wide open.

Morgan heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She froze, staring
towards the door. The footsteps stopped outside. Morgan thought
she could hear Richard's heavy breathing, jest a few short steps
away from her. The moment seemed to last a lifetime. Then the
footsteps continued on down the hall, she heard a door open and
close and then silence.

Morgan could hear her heart beating. She immediately continued
pumping her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. Although,
she hated herself for it, the fear of Richard opening the door
had been accompanied by that tinge of desire to be used again. To
have a man take complete advantage of her, she couldn't help it.
It didn't take long for Morgan to reach her climax after that.
She felt her pussy clamping down on her fingers, her mouth opened
in a silent scream, her eyes wide, her knuckles white on the hand
gripping her breast as it twisted. Her knees trembled and
buckled. She fell forward, her hand shooting out to catch the
chair to keep herself upright. She leaned forward onto the desk,
which incidentally made her face fill the whole screen of the
webcam.

Her viewers were ecstatic, applauding and celebrating what they
had just witnessed. Morgan glanced at the forum and saw many
clapping hands, several jizzing cocks and KILLR_JOE asking for an
encore. She didn't try to hide the smile that broke across her
face, while still avoiding looking straight at the webcam. Not a
single viewer believed that she knew anything about her adoring
audience as she glowed in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Morgan picked up the towel and wrapped it around her again. She
shakily made her way out of her room, across the hall and into
the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She spent a long time
in the shower, letting the warm water run over her face and down
her body. Finally Morgan turned off the water and stepped out of
the shower. She stopped in her tracks. The bathroom door was
slightly ajar; she had forgotten to lock it. Morgan's mind
flashed back to that time, over a year ago, when Richard had
peaked into the bathroom and stolen a look at her naked body. Had
he now done it again?

Morgan wrapped the towel tightly around herself and hurried back
to her room, keeping her head down. She closed the door behind
her and took a deep breath. Moving over to her desk, she casually
stacked a few books in front of her computer to block the webcam
and muted the microphone to give herself a modicum of privacy.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor. How
could she have been so stupid as to leave the door unlocked,
knowing what Richard was like? Had some part of her
subconsciously allowed it to happen? She cursed herself inwardly.
Morgan had continuously allowed herself to fall into compromising
positions around men ever since her first time with Arthur. She
had done it with Charles, with the janitor, Squiggy and most
recently with Mr. Ely. She didn't want to let it happen with
Richard, somehow he was different to all the others.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Morgan?" Came Richard's voice from the other side. Morgan was
still wrapped only in her towel.

"Just a second." She scrambled to her feet, frantically looking
around for any clothes. She stopped still as the door opened,
Richard was framed in the doorway, staring at her. He took a
couple of steps into the room, his eyes taking in her whole form,
wrapped tightly in the towel from her chest to just above
mid-thigh.

"Morgan, I wanted to apologise." Morgan stared at him dumbly for
a couple of seconds. "For what I said earlier, downstairs, about
your body." His eyes now were fixed on hers. "You've grown up so
much in the last year, you've grown into a young woman. I was
just trying to not treat you like a child but I understand if I
made you uncomfortable. Can you forgive me?" Morgan could only
manage a small nod. Richard took another couple of steps towards
her, they were now only an arms length apart. "I know you've
never had a real father figure in your life. A year ago, when I
left, I wasn't ready for that. But now..." Morgan was stunned
speechless. She looked into Richard's eyes. He looked and sounded
genuine. Was it possible that she had been wrong about him all
this time? "I know it will take time, but I want us to become
close." He took another small step towards her, they were almost
touching now. It made Morgan feel very uncomfortable. "Would you
like that?"

"Yes." The smallest sound escaped Morgan's lips.

"Good." Richard said. "I'm glad. Why don't you give me a hug?" He
extended his arms. Morgan didn't really have a choice in the
matter. They were standing so close that his arms already
entrapped her. He wrapped them around her and pulled her too him.
His hands rested on her back, rubbing gently through the fabric.
Her face was pressed into his chest, the thin material of the
white tank top he wore, stained with beer and sweat, the only
thing preventing them from being skin to skin.

Then Morgan realised she could feel something pressed between
their two bodies. She felt one of Richard's hands move a little
lower down her back and she knew that she had not been wrong
about Richard at all.

His hands crept lower until they were cupping her cheeks through
the towel. He let out a low groan.

"You've grown up so much."

Morgan felt his fingers reaching down. They curled around the hem
of the towel and lifted upwards. His hands disappeared underneath
and gripped her bare ass firmly and squeezed. Without speaking he
pushed her backwards until her ass hit the edge of her desk. He
lifted her effortlessly and sat her down. His hands came round to
rest on the top of her thighs, still glistening from the shower.
He looked into her eyes,

"Take off the towel." He said in a voice that brooked no
argument.

Morgan's hands were shaking as they rose to her chest and
unwrapped the towel, allowing it to fall around her. He drank her
in, his hands rose up exploring her body. He reached her nipples
and circled around them before giving them a sharp twist. Morgan
let out a yelp and Richard smiled, his teeth stained and yellow.
"I've been waiting to do this for a long time." He growled and
sunk to his knees. His head moved forward between her legs, his
hands pushing her thighs apart.

"Wait, I... oh." Morgan started to protest before his mouth
engulfed her pussy, she let out a small moan. She hated the fact
that she was already wet before his tongue entered her. She had
started to feel herself reacting as soon as she had felt his cock
pressed into her stomach. His tongue probed deep before exiting
to flick across her clit. Morgan wriggled on the desk, her chest
rising and falling rapidly, unable to stop herself reacting to
Richard's ministrations. One hand rested on the desk to support
her while the other came to rest on top of Richard's head. She
was letting out tiny moans and grunts as Richard continued to lap
at her labia.

Just then, Morgan's phone rang. It was resting on the desk next
to her, she looked down to see her mother's face, smiling on the
screen.

"It's mom." Morgan said breathlessly to Richard. He stopped
licking and looked up at her.

"Answer it." He said. Uncertainly, Morgan picked up the phone and
answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, honey. It's mom. Listen, I'm over here at the Sheri's and
her sister has just gone into labour. Tom and her need to go to
the hospital but they need a sitter for Joey. How fast can you be
over here?"

Sheri and Tom were the Driscoll's, who Morgan had babysat for
many times before. Before Morgan could answer, Richard, with a
wicked grin on his face, leaned in and pushed his tongue deep
inside Morgan's pussy. Morgan let out a short gasp.

"Morgan, are you alright?" her mother asked sounding concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine mom." Morgan had to struggle to keep her voice
sounding normal as Richard upped his efforts, pulling her forward
to dive his tongue into her as deep as possible. "I just got back
from my run, I think I might have pulled something." Morgan heard
a low chuckle from Richard.

"Oh well, get yourself a shower and get over here as soon as
possible."

"Ok, mom. I'm on my way." Morgan could feel the pressure
building, she was getting close. Her stomach was making small
spasms as her free hand gripped Richard's hair tightly. Her
thighs had closed and were squeezing Richard's head.

"Make sure you don't dawdle, they really need to leave."

At that moment Richard pulled his tongue out of her and replaced
them with two fingers. He plunged them in and curled upwards,
stroking her G-spot, as his mouth closed over her clit and
tongued her little bud furiously.

"Alright mom, I'm coming, I'm comi...."

Morgan's voice gave out as she felt the overwhelming wave wash
over her. She let the phone slip from her fingers, it hit the
desk and fell to the floor as her orgasm racked her body. She let
out a high-pitched whimper as her body hunched forward around
Richard's head. He continued to lick her sending extra jolts of
pleasure through her, causing her whole body to tremble with each
one.

"Morgan? Morgan? Are you there?" Her mother's voice emitted from
the phone on the floor. Wordlessly, Richard passed her the phone.
Morgan raised it to her ear in trembling fingers.

"Sorry mom, I dropped the phone."

"Are you sure you're alright?" her mom replied uncertainly. "It
sounded like...? Never mind, just get here as quick as you can,
ok?"

"On my way mom." Morgan hung up the phone and fell backwards on
the desk, panting heavily. She looked up to see Richard standing,
undoing his belt.

"Wait," she said. "We can't, I have to go."

"Oh no, baby. That's not how it works. I made you feel good, now
you have to do the same for me. It's only fair."

"But I have to go to the Driscoll's, their sister's having a baby
and I need to babysit for them." Morgan stammered hurriedly. "I
told mom I'd be right over."

"We'll be quick then." Richard replied.

"Wait." She reached forward and grabbed his hands, which were
just about to pull his jeans down. "When I get back, I'll do it
then. I'll do whatever you want then but now I need to go."

Richard stared at her for a several long seconds.

"Whatever I want?" he asked, with a lecherous grin appearing on
his face.

Morgan froze, she had said that hadn't she? She gulped,

"Yes," she whispered, "whatever you want."

Richard appeared to think it over for a second.

"Alright." He said finally, backing away from her.

Morgan picked up her towel and headed towards the door. She would
need another quick shower now to get all the sweat off her.

However before she got more than a few steps, Richard's hand shot
out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her close to him and kissed
her. One hand went to her breast and the other to her ass, both
squeezed hard. Her lips parted in pain and his tongue invaded her
mouth. There was no point in struggling, she let him explore her
mouth as he bit her lip and sucked on her tongue. Despite
everything she had done up to now, with Arthur, Charles, Ted,
Squiggy, Lenny and Mr. Ely, she had never kissed anyone before.
She had tried to save that one last thing, that one last speck of
innocence she possessed. And Richard was stealing it from her. He
tasted disgusting, a mixture of alcohol, cigarettes and...
something else she couldn't figure out. It took her a few seconds
to realise that it was her, her own juices from her orgasm that
she was tasting in Richard's mouth. She couldn't believe that for
the rest of her life, she would remember this as her first kiss.
Eventually Richard stopped and let her go, a satisfied smile on
his face.

"See you later." He said smugly.

She turned to the door and his hand came down and spanked her,
hard on the ass. A last humiliation before she left the room.

Morgan didn't see Richard again before she left the house fifteen
minutes later. She turned the corner and hurried the couple of
blocks towards the Driscoll's, trying not to think about what had
just happened.




END PART IX