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Morganrunner14
by Wifeseducer (wife_seducer@hotmail.com)

***

Fourteen year-old Morgan continues her journey of self 
discovery by accepting Arthur's $5000 offer. (If you 
like this story you can read more about Morgan in 
directoy 31) (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral, mast, exh)

***

Delivering the Goods

Lying back on her bed, Morgan read through the papers 
again. Okay, so she had let Mr. Creepy see her naked in 
the mall dressing room. That was one thing. How do you 
go from that to having sex with him at his own house. 
Like that was ever gonna happen. Five thousand dollars 
was a lot of money though.

She crammed the papers under her mattress.

The next day she kept thinking about how ridiculous it 
all was. During math class she shook her head and 
thought, "What does he think I am, a prostitute?" An 
image of Arthur came to mind, all 250 pounds of him.

"Hell, he'd probably freakin crush me," she murmured 
aloud to herself during math class. The pimple faced 
boy in front of her turned around and looked at her 
like she was insane. 

Later on at home she stared at a blank paper with only 
the title "John Locke's Constitutional Impact," written 
at the top. With dismay she tore off the page and 
shoved it in her history book. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She looked back at the new blank page. She doodled a 
heart on the top right hand corner and a powerpuff girl 
on the top left. And then on the top line she scribbled 
the word 'Conditions'

If she were ever going to do such a thing with a 
stranger, just what conditions would she require?

"Number one with a bullet, nooooo kissing." She would 
sooner have sex with him than kiss him. The image of 
his face came to mind. Ewww, no way.

She continued to scribble her hypothetical conditions: 
No kinky shit(ropes, handcuffs, etc.), no pictures, 
nothing to do with my butt, no licking me down there, 
only 30 minutes-not 60, no slapping or pinching, I can 
stop whenever I want, I can not do it if I want.

And last but not least, NOTHING goes in my mouth!

She thought the last one was silly with all the, umm, 
Snapple she had drank but this still was something she 
wasn't sure of. Not that it was gross but she'd feel 
stupid if she couldn't do it right.

Morgan tore off the page, folded the scribble list and 
hid it inside last year's school yearbook.

She thought of getting her license in two years. Heck 
if her mom would buy her a car. $5,000 would be a nice 
start. All she'd have to do is let Arthur use her for 
thirty minutes. Ha, maybe he'd let her watch the Family 
Guy while he did his business.

She sighed and looked up at her computer screen, noting 
that as usual her cam was full with its limit of 30 
viewers. Hmmm. What was thirty times five thousand 
dollars? Wow, a hundred and fifty thousand. Shit, she 
could buy like ten cars for that much. 

Morgan glanced again at the list of her 'guys' on the 
screen. Those horny bastards watching my every move. 
She felt a surge of excitement course through her body. 
Hmm, summer was coming and maybe it was time to try on 
her old bathing suits, see how they looked. Clear out 
the small and worn out ones. She knew she might have to 
try on each and everyone to decide.

And much to her voyeurs delight, she did.

As the week wore on her thoughts constantly drifted to 
Arthur's 'offer'. She recalled the lust in his eyes 
when he watched her strip. How would they look when he 
entered her, or when he was having an orgasm? What 
would his hands feel like on her? What would his penis 
look like? Would it fit in her? Would it feel good?

She knew it would.

By Thursday, for the fun of it, she had neatly written 
her conditions on a fresh sheet of paper. This time she 
sealed it in a blank envelope.

That night she masturbated to the thought of him 
touching her.

Friday she addressed the envelope.

That night she masturbated to the thought of him having 
sex with her.

Saturday morning, with shaking hands, she slipped the 
envelope in the mail drop box at the post office. When 
she heard the letter hit the bottom of the box she got 
the shivers.

Now she would have to wait for him to get it and then 
post the times. Why hadn't she mailed this days ago? It 
probably wouldn't be delivered till Monday, maybe even 
Tuesday.

By the time Tuesday rolled around Morgan was a nervous 
wreck. She had hardly eaten a thing all weekend. At 
noon she cut out from school to ride to the mall. She 
just had to check now.

When she got to the mall she found she had no idea 
where the mall offices were. When she finally found the 
message board she scanned it quickly and there it was. 
A small sheet of torn notebook paper with some times 
and dates. He had gotten the letter. And now she could 
pick the exact time she would lose her virginity. Her 
hand shook as she scribbled a 'MH' next to Friday at 
4:30.

She then noted the word 'look' on the paper with an 
arrow to the left. She looked across to the other side 
of the board and saw a tiny scrap of paper. On it was 
an address. His address.

She took it.

Arthur sat by the window. He glanced at his watch 
again. It was now 4:45. She was already fifteen minutes 
late. Once again he belittled himself for such a stupid 
ploy. Did he really think she would show? He suddenly 
felt lucky that a patrol car hadn't already pulled in 
the driveway.

But the letter had come, and she had initialed the 
time.

To think that if she were on time he could be touching, 
tasting, fondling, groping and fucking that tight 
little body right now. So young, so beautiful. Please 
show up.

He glanced hopefully out the window again. There she 
was, riding in on her bike. 

His heartbeat suddenly doubled.

Morgan pulled into the drive and rode up to the front 
door. She carefully parked it behind the bushes and 
looked up at the front door. 

Her heartbeat suddenly doubled. What the hell was she 
doing? Anything could happen once that door closed 
behind her. The next time she came out it might be in a 
body bag, or in pieces. 

Before she had a chance to chicken out the door opened 
halfway and Arthur popped his head out.

He half whispered, "Hey, thought you got lost, come on 
in."

Before she knew it she was inside his house and the 
door closed softly behind her. A totally ordinary 
house. If this was a few years ago she'd probably be 
standing in this same spot in her little brown uniform 
selling cookies.

Arthur couldn't help but stare at her. She looked 
incredible in her little jacket top and those tight 
yellow Capri pants. Those toned calves, how he wanted 
to put them over his shoulders. Whew.

"Sorry I'm so late." She managed to blurt out.

Arthur regrouped, "That's quite alright. I'm just glad 
you made it okay."

Morgan couldn't have felt more awkward, almost frozen. 
She avoided his gaze but knew he was staring at her.

"Umm, I feel kinda weird, ya know."

"Oh sure, sure. I understand." he stammered. "Uh, have 
a seat. Can I get you a wine cooler or something?"

She sat on the couch and looked back at him. "Umm, 
'kay."

"Great", Arthur disappeared into the kitchen.

Morgan looked at the door and knew this would be her 
last chance to leave. She felt frozen to her seat. Too 
late. A moment later Arthur was back. He handed her a 
cold bottle and sat in the seat across from her. She 
quickly took a big sip. It felt good. Her hand was 
still shaking. She could use like twelve of these.

Arthur tried to easer the tension.

"So how do you like high school?"

Morgan looked up. "I don't start till next fall, I'm 
only in eighth."

Arthur gulped in shock. An eighth grader? He was about 
to fuck an eighth grader?

"Is that okay?"

Arthur grinned. So innocent, so god damned beautiful, 
so fuckable.

He gave his friendliest smile. "It's just fine."

She took another large drink. She could hardly bare him 
staring any longer.

"So, how's this g-gonna work?" she finally stammered.

Arthur got up and walked to the closet. He opened it up 
and pulled out a brown paper bag.

He sat next to Morgan. He opened the bag and pulled out 
a three packs of money. Two were bundles of $20's and 
another of $10's. He used his thumb to flip through the 
money.

"Five thousand. Just pick up the bag on the way out."

Morgan nodded.

Arthur continued. "But first we go back there for 
awhile." He looked off towards the hallway. "Nothing 
kinky, nothing weird, just like in the conditions."

She nodded again.

Arthur stood up. He reached for her hand. "You ready?"

Morgan finished the rest of the cooler and set the 
bottle down. She took his hand as she stood.

Arthur led the way down the hall. Down the hall to the 
biggest fantasy that a homely old guy could dream for.

Morgan followed behind him. She noted how he almost 
waddled as he walked, his one arm swinging. Such large 
meaty hands he had. She knew he wanted to touch her all 
over. She felt a buzz from the wine cooler kick in and 
she relished it. She suddenly felt relaxed again. She 
wanted to be touched.

As she walked down the agonizingly long hallway she 
glanced at all the family pictures on the wall. Seems 
that pimply faced boys have all grown up and joined the 
navy or something. And his wife, oh my so huge, no 
wonder he's out there looking. Morgan figured at least 
four of her could fit inside that big mama.

They entered the bedroom. A large room in typical 
colonial décor. She glanced at the clock, 4:55pm.

Morgan stared at the oversized bed. This is where she 
would lose her virginity. She looked at Arthur. The 
large man was rubbing his hands together as he looked 
at her. She would lose it to him.

"Just please tell me what's going to happen next. Just 
so I know what to expect."

Again Arthur smiled, "Of course." He sat down on the 
edge of the bed in front of her.

Morgan bit her lip as she stood there. She felt silly.

"Why don't you start by taking off your sandals."

She stepped out of the pretty white shoes.

"See, that was easy."

Morgan forced a smile.

"Now unbutton your pants."

She reached down and unbuttoned.

"Good, now unzip them."

She did and then looked at him. He didn't need to voice 
the next command. She had done this before for him.

She opened them and slid the tight yellow capri's over 
her butt. They dropped to the floor.

Arthur's cock was already rock hard in his pants. As he 
stared at her lacy white panties it got even harder. 
How nicely they fit on her, barely covering the tender 
lips beneath them. Not too long from now he was going 
to have his cock in there.

"Now the shirt."

Morgan took a deep breath and then lifted her shirt 
over her head. She was now standing if front of this 
stranger in her panties and matching lace bra.

"Just magnificent. Why don't you take out your pony 
tail."

She did, her blonde hair now cascading over her bare 
shoulders.

Arthur sighed, "Now turn around for me."

Arthur watched her turn. What a great little body, 
toned legs, tummy, arms, and a tight little ass. Damn, 
even as she stood with her legs together her thighs 
didn't touch. He couldn't wait to touch her and in a 
moment he would. He stood up.

Morgan was surprised that he had her lie on the bed 
before taking off the rest of her clothes. But he 
wanted her to. She climbed onto the bed and lay face 
down, her chin on her hands. She tried to think of the 
money, all the things she could do, or the car she 
could save for. But those thoughts quickly dissipated. 
She wondered what his penis looked like, what it would 
feel like inside her.

"Okay, I'm just going to touch your feet and then move 
up your legs, okay?"

Morgan nodded.

Arthur kneeled at the end of the bed by her feet. He 
stared up those luscious young legs, her loose panties 
exposing the curve of her precious bottom. He wiped the 
sweat off his hands and caressed her foot.

Morgan closed her eyes when she felt his hand touch her 
foot. Her whole body seemed to go numb for a moment. 
His hand began to caress her ankle. Then he kissed her 
heel. It's happening, it's happening right now.

She could feel him slowly inching up onto the bed. She 
opened her eyes when his hands moved to her calves. 
Such big hands. Looking off to the side she could see 
Mrs. Arthur staring right at her from a portrait on the 
night table. Those wide eyes staring, almost in 
disbelief. 

Her calves were exquisite, tiny muscles packed into a 
tone little package. He couldn't help but kiss them as 
he fondled and since he hadn't heard a peep from Morgan 
he wasn't about to stop. He needed to move further onto 
the bed. He gripped her one ankle and slowly parted her 
legs a few inches more. 

Morgan tried her best not to jump when he moved her leg 
but felt so exposed now as he climbed further between 
her legs. Deep inside she knew she could never let him 
know that at this point she would probably let him do 
just about anything he wanted to her. His hands and 
kisses moved to her thighs, and in between them.

"I'm going to slide my hands onto your bottom now."

He felt her tense up.

"You okay?" He saw her nod slightly.

He slowly slid both hands under the loose material of 
her panties and gripped her firm cheeks. Oh god he 
could cum right now in his pants. He closed his eyes 
for a moment and just savored the feeling. He thought 
of the first moment he saw her on the escalator and 
wondered what he'd think then if he knew he'd be doing 
this right now.

He opened his eyes again and smiled as he could see 
part of her little pussy as he kneaded her firm ass. He 
stared intently as his thumbs pulled her cheeks apart; 
exposing her most intimate parts to him. Parts he knew 
that no grown man had seen before.

He moved further on the bed and put his hands on the 
small of her back. Such perfect skin.

It was time to move things along now.

Morgan felt him leave the bed. She looked and he had 
moved to the side of the bed now. He looked back at 
her.

"I'm going to take off my clothes now. I want you to 
roll over on your back."

Morgan rolled onto her back with her head on the 
pillow. She watched him disrobe. He certainly wasn't a 
candidate for a Bally's fitness commercial. He could 
use to lose a good 75 pounds as he must have been over 
250 pounds and he was quite hairy to boot. When he 
pulled off his underwear his penis bounced and pointed 
straight out. She almost giggled at its springy nature 
until she remembered what he intended to do with it. It 
hit her again like a ton of bricks. He was going to 
make love to her. No, that wasn't it. He was going to 
fuck her.

Arthur climbed onto the bed next to the nubile young 
beauty. He kneeled then sat down on his legs next to 
her, his knees touching her side. He leaned back a bit, 
sucked in his belly and his cock pointed skywards. He 
pushed the hair down around his cock so she could see 
all of it.

"Have you ever seen a real cock before?"

She looked at it. It was shorter than the ones she had 
seen in porn pictures. It was also chubbier and 
certainly not as sleek with a ton more hair. She shook 
her head. "Umm, no."

"Well, this is it," he smiled.

He looked down at her body. Just a few more minutes, 
just a few more.

"Undo your bra."

Morgan undid the fragile clasp of her bra.

"Don't open it yet. I want to do it."

She put her hands to her side and watched his sweaty 
paws reach towards her chest and lift the cups to her 
sides. Then, as she expected, he put his hands on her 
breasts and began to massage them. God his hands were 
so hot.

Arthur had let out a huge sigh when he saw her tits. He 
hadn't noticed before the faded tan lines left from 
last summer. Looking so soft and creamy white they 
begged to be squeezed. He obliged.

Morgan looked off the other direction while he fondled 
her. It felt good at first but he was squeezing rather 
hard and began rolling and pinching her nipples. They 
began to stiffen and his pinching only made them harden 
even more. All those pictures on the dresser. She 
wondered what they'd think of seeing dad in this 
position. Finally one hand left her breast and began to 
slide down her belly. She knew where it was going.

Arthur continued to fondle her tits with his left hands 
as his other slid down her body. He could feel her ribs 
as his hand made its way towards her firm belly and 
then over her panties, coming to rest as it cupped her 
pussy. He rubbed her through the silky material. He 
happened to glance in the mirror and see a reflection 
of them on the bed. He saw a dirty old man molesting a 
pretty young girl. He grinned and looked back at 
Morgan. A moment later his hand slid under her panties.

Morgan lay still as his hands wandered down her body. 
When his warm hand cupped her bare pussy she could feel 
herself getting wet. She felt embarrassed. When his 
finger began to press between her lips instinctively 
squeezed her legs shut. He didn't leave, instead he 
moved his finger in a small circular motion, pressing 
into her. She had never felt anything like it before. 
Her legs relaxed again.

"Does that feel good?"

Before she could even think, "Yeah, it does."

She suddenly felt him pull away. She looked over and he 
was grabbing something from the drawer in the 
nightstand. He showed her the jar.

"Here this will help too. It's nothing really, just a 
warming lubricant."

She looked at him a bit puzzled.

"Don't worry its perfectly safe. Now take off your 
panties."

As he opened the jar as she removed her panties. He 
took a small scoop with his finger and set the jar 
down.

She watched his hand go back down between her legs 
again. She shuddered slightly when his finger pressed 
against her and began to rub again. Slowly she felt a 
warming sensation build down there. Hotter now, it 
seemed to surge through her body. She didn't even 
realize the soft moan that left her lips.

"Spread your legs more for me."

She opened further for him and his finger slipped 
inside her. She groaned again.

"See, I told you you'd like that."

As he massaged her pussy he took hold of her left hand. 
He lifted it onto his lap and wrapped her fingers 
around his cock. He guided her up and down his shaft. 
When she got the rhythm he let go. This cute little 
eighth grader was now jacking him off while he finger 
fucked her.

Morgan hardly realized what she was doing until she 
looked over and her hand was stroking up and down his 
penis. She felt drunk with pleasure. She stared at his 
cock. Would it feel as good as his finger? Better? God 
she hoped so.

She felt his hand on hers again and squeeze.

"Here look at this."

Morgan looked over and saw a huge white drop at the tip 
of his cock.

"It's called pre-cum. Normally I'd have you lick it 
off." She looked frightenedly into his eyes. He let her 
off the hook "But I know, the rules, so I'll do this 
instead."

She watched him lean over her body and she thought for 
a moment that he was going to put it in her mouth 
anyway, and actually she wouldn't have stopped him. But 
instead he took the tip of his cock and rubbed the 
slippery fluid over her nipple. He moved back a bit and 
then he put his face down and licked it from her tits. 
His tongue aroused her even more and when he sucked it 
into his mouth she swooned. Then his finger slipped 
deep inside her.

Arthur savored every second. How he had masturbated to 
the thought of sucking on her tits, and now he was. He 
could tell that Morgan was trying hard to not like 
this, but he knew she was. He knew because when he 
slipped his finger past her lubricated lips and further 
into her he found her wetness. He could feel her body 
quiver as he finger fucked her. He sucked her other 
tit, bringing its tiny nipple to full attention as 
well. He moved to her belly, taking in her sweet scent. 
He kissed down to her to the top of her soft pubic 
hair. There he watched closely as his finger continued 
to pull the wetness from inside her. He wished now that 
he hadn't used the lube. He so wanted to taste it. His 
cock then reminded him of what needed to happen.

Morgan looked down her body. The sight of his graying 
hair and large body hunched over her should have 
grossed her out, but it didn't and she knew if he 
continued with his fingers she would cum. Then he 
stopped and his fingers withdrew from her, and he 
stood.

"Are you ready?"

Morgan felt her heart stop for a moment. She looked up 
at him as she tried to catch her breath.

"Slide your butt over to this side of the bed."

Arthur watched as she shuffled her body sideways, 
moving her butt to the edge of the bed. Her knees her 
bent now with her feet still on the bed next to her 
butt. He could see the apprehension in her eyes. He 
smiled.

"Don't worry. We'll go slow," he re-assured her. "Well, 
slow at first."

She watched him pull a packet from the nightstand. He 
opened the condom and then slowly rolled it over his 
stiff penis. He moved in closer to her and took hold of 
her knees. He spread them and stepped in even closer.

"Okay, it's gonna be a bit like my finger, but a bit 
thicker. You were nice and wet so there shouldn't be 
any problem at all."

Morgan watched him reach down and grab his penis. She 
closed her eyes.

Arthur guided himself to her lips. Slowly he rubbed the 
tip of his cock up and down over her wet little pussy. 
How her lips glistened with wetness. Oh yeah, this was 
going to be nice. He started to work the tip between 
her lips. Then he took his hand from his cock and used 
both thumbs to open her up more. He started to press.

"Slow, please slow," she blurted. She had no idea what 
to expect. The tip felt huge and she was scared.

He started fucking with just the tip but forced himself 
in further and further with each motion.

Morgan squeezed her eyes shut tight as he pushed 
further and further inside her. Then his hands left her 
lips and moved to her hips. She felt him hesitate for a 
moment and then push hard. He slipped all the way in 
her. A groan left her lips.

"Oh yeah, that's my Morgan." Arthur looked down, his 
cock now buried inside her virgin little pussy. Now it 
was time for some real fun. 

Shortly only the sound of slapping could be heard 
followed by a soft cry from her lips.

She felt so full. She thought it might feel better but 
it felt full and deep. She suddenly hoped he would just 
finish. Then he pulled out. She opened her eyes.

"Let's move you back on the bed."

Morgan complied and moved back up to the pillow. Then 
she watched as he climbed onto the end of the bed and 
up between her legs. Then he was over top of her.

"This is what its all about." Arthur had meant to say 
that only to himself but it came out instead. He worked 
his cock back into her young body and started in again.

Morgan almost lost her breath as he entered her again. 
His large body was over her and his weight bared down 
on her, his graying chest squashing her boobies into 
her. He was hot, sweaty and heavy. Her legs were spread 
impossibly wide now and his body rocked into her. Never 
had she ever felt so helpless. She was getting fucked 
alright. If there were any definition of the word, this 
would be it.

Arthur propped himself on his elbows to spare the poor 
girl below him, but this was fucking at its best. He 
was almost face to face with her now but she avoided 
eye contact. He didn't care though. This was perfect, 
she was perfect and that little neck looked perfect. He 
couldn't help but to kiss her neck.

Morgan couldn't help but feel him slobbering on her 
neck, but something was different now. He was into a 
rhythm now and it started feeling good. In this 
position his penis seemed to be rubbing more against 
her sensitive area. He just kept going. She hooked her 
ankles over the back of his legs. She wanted more now. 
She could feel drops of his sweat fall onto her.

Arthur slowed. He was by far from being in any sort of 
shape and the last thing he wanted was to drop dead on 
top of her. He wanted to cum. There was just one 
problem. She was so damn tight she squeezed his cock 
and the fucking rubber was making him insensitive.

Here he was pounding this gorgeous young girl and he 
couldn't cum. It was as though his cock was numb. 
Fucking hell if he would start to lose his hard on.

There was only one thing to do.

Morgan felt an orgasm rising inside, she almost didn't 
care if he knew. Just a little longer. Then he pulled 
out. What happened? Did he cum? Was he done? He started 
sucking her tits again. He was confused.

Arthur watched her eyes after pulling out. She looked 
at him in question for a moment but then closed again 
when he started to suck her tits. Her head nodded off 
to the side. That's when he reached down and rolled off 
the rubber. A moment later he was back inside her, this 
time feeling her warm, sticky wetness as it was meant 
to be felt. From the tip of his cock to the base of his 
shaft he felt the grip of her virgin cunt. Yes, now he 
could cum.

Morgan swooned again when he re-entered her. She 
actually put her hand on his side as he pumped her 
harder than before. She felt her orgasm rise again 
quickly. He had started to moan loudly and had slid his 
hands under her to pull himself in further. For moment 
his body covered her completely and she couldn't 
breathe. That's when she started to cum. She heard him 
cry out and push deep into her. Her body convulsed as 
he shuddered.

Arthur didn't care about anything tight now. He reached 
under her and grabbed her ass with both hands and 
pushed his cock in as far as it would go. The girl was 
lost under him now but she'd have to deal for a moment. 
His cum emptied into her in waves.

He laid on her while he caught his breathe. He could 
feel his cock quickly soften and shrink. A moment later 
her tightness forced him out. He looked down at the 
poor girl.

"You okay?"

Morgan nodded.

He pulled back off the bed in order to cover his little 
scheme. He grabbed the rubber as he went and quickly 
turned and sat on the end of the bed and pretended to 
remove it from his cock. Then he turned to look at her. 
Her legs were still a bit spread and her swollen lips 
were still slightly parted. Her stomach and breasts 
were covered in sweat. His sweat. He felt his cock 
twitch in an unprecedented attempt to get hard again. 

She was still the sight of perfection, her breasts 
rising with each deep breath.

Morgan, weary of his gaze, closed her legs and then sat 
up, hanging her legs over the side of the bed. She hung 
her head. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. 
She just knew his staring made her feel uncomfortable. 
She stood up and reached for her panties.

"I gotta get going."

"You were great you know."

She looked at him unbelievingly. "I was?"

"Oh yeah, it was the most amazing experience I've ever 
had."

She continued to get dressed.

"Did you like it?"

Morgan didn't know how to answer that.

"I, umm, I guess."

She didn't want to talk anymore as she quickly finished 
dressing. She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm gonna go, okay."

"Okay Morgan and uh, thanks, that was perfect."

She forced a smile and left the room. She made her way 
to the living room, again looking at all the faces on 
the wall. She grabbed the bag and left.

Arthur heard the front door close. He let out a 
contented sigh and fell back on the bed. His hand 
instinctively went to his cock. He was going to have to 
do that again. Do her again.

On her ride home Morgan couldn't understand how she 
could still be so wet, almost to the point that it 
seemed to be dripping out of her. Then it hit her 
again. She just got fucked. Now she just wanted to get 
home and shower…or puke…or masturbate. She looked at 
her watch. It was almost six.

When she got home she quickly hid the money in her 
closet. She'd look at it again later.

Before she could sit down her IM buzzed. It was Ted. 
Well his pretend name that he didn't think she knew. As 
usual he was bad at covering his intentions. But she 
confirmed what he had hoped for, that her mom would be 
out late on a date tonight. 

She continued with telling him that she was going to 
head over her friend Darsey's house to try out their 
new hot tub. Ted replied with something perverted and 
said he'd chat with her later.

Morgan smiled as she took at drink from a fresh cold 
Snapple. Was every guy so freakin horny?

But yeah, she knew what he was going to try. He was 
going to try and drug her and take pictures of her, and 
god knows what else. Yeah, god knows what else. Just 
how far would he go?

She looked at her Snapple bottle. But what if she only 
pretended to drink it. She couldn't play it as 
completely passed out, but maybe really groggy.

Could she end up being used by not one, but two 
different guys on her first night? That would be 
something.

She carefully set the bottle in such a way that she 
would know absolutely for sure if he had touched it. 
Then the fun would begin.

In the meantime she grabbed her suit and got ready to 
go over to Darsey's. Too bad her parents would be 
there. It woulda been fun to make a few drinks before 
hand. But that was okay, her parents were cool. She 
might have to tease her dad a bit, you know flirt 
tease, accidental wet t-shirt tease.

What a wild day this was turning out to be.

To be continued...

See all my stories at 
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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