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She then feigns a drugged stupor and finds just how far her neighbor will go when he thinks he has free access to her body. For more stories about Morganrunner14, check out directories 31 and 35. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, voy) *** Ted peeked out his window and watched his young neighbor walk by. Even in the fading light he could make out all the perfect features of fourteen year old Morgan Healy. And even though her shorts and cute spaghetti string top concealed her budding body from the world he knew. He knew exactly what it looked like underneath; perfect mouthful sized tits, tight little butt, and very soft looking blonde thatch of hair that barley covered her virgin pussy. But all that observation came from a tiny viewing screen. Enlarging pictures only made them grainy. His heartbeat quickened and wetness returned to his palms as he eyed his new digital camera and the tiny bottle of clear liquid beside it. For the moment he knew he would do it. He didn't know about the next moment. By the time Morgan walked out of her door she had forgotten all about Ted as her thoughts returned to Arthur. Why did she let that poor excuse of a human do those things to her? She knew he was the type of man women hated, the type that stared at your breasts and glared as though they were mentally undressing you. But she had given him (well sold anyways) something he couldn't get otherwise, something taboo, something illegal. He didn't seem to care about any circumstances because of her, because he had to have her. She indulged his sick fantasy, willingly. Already the whole sex episode seemed blurred, almost as though it was some sort of outer body experience. She knew she had to get this out of her head before she got to Darsey's else she would be sweating like a pig. And damn, she still felt slimy down there. Maybe it was because she was thinking of sex. Sex, yes sex. It wasn't so bad, was it? When she recalled her orgasm she felt a rush of blood to her head. Darsey greeted Morgan at the door with a huge grin and a large glass filled with crushed ice and red liquid. "What's that?" questioned Morgan. "It's a Margarita stupid, what do you think it is?" Well, a margarita made as well as fourteen year old can make one, rum, margarita mix and some crushed ice. Morgan stepped in and took a huge sip and gagged at the alcohol. "Whoa, there's alcohol in this!" "Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Good ain't it? I made it myself." Darsey beamed with pride. "You're Dad let you have this?" "No way, you kidding me? He left a half hour ago to bring mom to the airport. He won't be back for at least two hours." Morgan took another sip and grimaced. She went to hand it back to Darsey. "I got my own. C'mon Room Raiders is coming on." They both giggled and ran to the TV room to watch the cheesy MTV reality show. As he had done dozens of times before, Ted opened the never-locked laundry room window of the Healy household and slipped inside. He made his way up to Morgan's room. He smiled as he knew he could find it now with his eyes closed. He peered into her room but did not see her Snapple anywhere in sight. He knew from the cam that she had one but she didn't leave it in her room. He made his way back downstairs to the kitchen. We he opened the fridge he saw what had to be Morgan's half empty Snapple. Again he felt his hands shaking as he grabbed it and set it on the counter. He fumbled to pull the small vial from his pocket. When he looked at the bottle he felt his cock harden. He cackled out loud at the apparent Pavlovian effect upon himself. He thought for a moment of giving her a 'double' dose of the drug and his cum. But he knew he was already doing something incredibly risky and stupid so why fuck it up if the interaction of the two made a bitter taste. Besides the next time he jerked off could be in front of her naked body. That's right, no touching…just looking. Carefully he mixed the solution into the contents of the bottle. And just to be convinced he took a small sip himself and swished it around his mouth. Yup, tastes like Snapple. He spit in to the sink and carefully placed the bottle back into the fridge. If Morgan didn't drink it tonight he would sneak back in later and empty it out. Can't have her passing out in front of her Mom. Now all he had to do is wait for her to get home…and hope her Mom slept over her new boyfriends as Morgan had mentioned to him earlier online. By the time he returned to his own home he had to take a cold shower to rid himself of the sweat that had covered him during his escapade. Meanwhile, Room Raiders had finished the same time as Darsey and Morgan's margaritas were drained. Morgan already felt a buzz in her head, and it felt good. Darsey shut the TV off and jumped off the couch, tripped on the table and flopped on the floor. They both cracked up. "C'mon Morg, lets make another and do some hot tubbin" Morgan grinned, "Sounds like a plan to me." She pulled off her top and shorts, revealing her bathing suit. "and like a flash, I'm already ready already ready already. Whatever." They both burst out laughing again. Minutes later they were sitting, sloppy drink in hand, in the hot tub on the back deck of Darsey's house. For the next half hour thye talked about most everything. Then Morgan looked up at the house next door. "How's your neighbors?" she blurted. "They're fine, how'r yours?" snorted back Darsey. "No I mean is the guy okay? Like you know when you lay out in the sun tanning you think he watches you?" "Geez, I don't know. I never thought about it, but thanks for making me paranoid now." "Hey, maybe we should wait till he wife goes out one day and lay out naked. Give him a thrill." Darsey gave a horrid grin. "No fricken way, you are definitely whacko tonight. No more booze for you." "Maybe he's watching right now." Morgan said as she dunked under the water. When she came up her bikini top was off. "What the frick are you doin?" Morgan sat up on the edge of the tub, topless. Darsey looked horrified, "Geezus crap Morg, put your top back on. My dad might come home!" Morgan turned towards the neighbor's house. "Mr Neighborrrrr…are you watching?". She hoped that somehow he was. "Morgan!" Morgan turned back and giggled. "It's cool, no one is there. Just chill." "What if was there? He'd see you naked" "If you only knew I just let a strange man jump my bones." Morgan thought to herself. Her mind began to wander. "You gonna put your top back on?" Morgan returned from her naughty thoughts. "Not yet, this feels good, all free and everything" Darsey turned at looked back at her house, "Okay, just watch for my dad." Morgan grinned to herself, "Oh I will." Shortly Morgan noticed that the more relaxed Darsey got, the differently she stared at her. Although Darsey had a pretty face she was more than a bit larger than her. And even when boys noticed her early maturing body Darsey had never mentioned a word about them. For a few minutes they both were quiet. Morgan reached in the hot tub and took out a handful of water and slashed it on her face and hair. She then grabbed the nearby hair brush and combed her hair back. Darsey couldn't help but look her up and down. "Geez Morgan, when did you get so friggin gorg?" "Hey don't go staring at me lesbo" Darsey was stunned for a moment, then grinned and splashed Morgan. The next minute was an all out splash fight. "Wait, my contact" Darsey blurted. They stopped as Darsey fiddled with her lens. That's when Morgan noticed the lights pull in the driveway from the other side of the house. She didn't say anything to Darsey. She sat back on the edge of the tub and grabbed a pair of sunglasses from her purse and put them on. She threw a pair to Darsey. "Here blindy use these for protection." Darsey put them on and giggled, "Sunglasses at night. Yeah, this is so cool. You dork." Morgan abruptly started a conversation about tomorrow's soccer game and Darsey fell in quickly as she also played on the team. As they talked Morgan kept one eye on the kitchen window. She knew Darsey, with her back to the house, wouldn't notice her dad home. Morgan knew, however, that he would notice them though, but what would he do? When she saw a dim light through the kitchen window she knew he must have entered the house. The first thing Craig Ely noticed when he entered his living room from the garage and flicked on the table lamp was the mess in the TV room. TV was on, sticky red rings on the glass coffee table, couch pillows and clothes scattered on the floor. He rolled his eyes. "Oh those girls, Arg!" he muttered as he shut off the TV. As he walked into the kitchen he heard muffled voices coming from outside. The girls must be in the hot tub, sounded like Morgan was over. After his trek to the airport and back he was thursting for a beer. As he cracked open a cold one he thought for a moment. Ahh Morgan, she and Darsey were best friends for years and years. She must have been only six years old the first time she came over. How she had certainly blossomed into a great, and yeah, beautiful girl. He remembered a few weeks ago when Morgan was over in their above ground pool with Darsey. Yes, seeing her 'new' body in a bikini was a bit of a shock. He could not deny admitting just how good she looked. Craig could also not deny himself of taking a peek out the kitchen window. Yeah, maybe that bikini body deserved a second look. This 'second' look was nothing like the first. Through her sunglasses Morgan saw the outline of his face in the window for just a moment. He definitely was there. So either he would come out and yell or something else Craig almost dropped his beer. Fucking Christ! She was sitting there fucking topless. No shirt, no bikini, nothing. Nothing but a set of perky white little tits. Craig stepped back quickly. He felt his face turning red, though he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or what. He was pretty sure the girls didn't see him else they would have made some sort of a ruckus out there. He stood and listened. The girls continued to gab as they had been before. Craig took another large swig of his beer and set it down. Then without thinking he went back to the other room and shut off the lamp he had turned on when he came in. He wasn't sure why he did that, no, he knew exactly why, because the kitchen would be completely dark and he wanted another look. Morgan continued to play it cool. Mr. Ely hadn't come out or yelled through the window so she wasn't sure what was going on. Then she saw the already dim light go dark in the kitchen. She slid all the way back into the tub again. Craig's brow was covered in sweat by the time he had the nerve to peek out the window again. He also had a hard on like never before. It hadn't been since he peeked into his neighbor's window as a horny teenager did he feel such nervous excitement. When he saw only Morgan's pretty face was above the water line he was only a bit dismayed. She had to come back out again. She just had to. Craig could hardly tell what the girls were saying above the din of their boom box, but he didn't care. He just wanted to see. And since for some odd reason they were wearing sunglasses he knew they most probably couldn't see him. Suddenly Morgan turned her back to the window and stood up. Craig watched as she seemed to bounce up and down and grab her boobs as though she were flashing the neighbors. He stared as the water cascaded down her toned back and over her bikini bottom. Then Morgan turned back around and both girls let out a screech of laughter. Craig stood breathless as Morgan again took a seat on the edge of the tub facing him. Somehow his pants had come undone and as he pulled his cock out he began stroking himself. For the next five minutes he stared and stroked in wild wonder. Just a year ago she had seemed so tiny and thin, like a walking stick, and now, tits, perfect young handfuls only ten feet away. His breathing quickened as his fantasies took over, fantasies of touching young Morgan. In the hot tub, in the bed, in the shower, fuck yeah. When Morgan lay back on the hot tub deck it as too much for him. He shot his cum in the sink, cum as though had never cum before. A few moments later, after recovering, he zipped up and then proceeded to 'arrive home' again, this time with more lights and noise. He heard another screech of laughter outside and when he looked out the window Morgan was covered up as he suspected. When the girls came in the house they could hardly stop. "Hi Mr. Elyyyy." snorted Morgan. Darsey smacked her and they laughed some more. Craig just shook his head and tried not to stare at Morgan. "Hi Morgan, you ready for tomorrows game?" "Oh, I'm always ready to play." Craig's mind went wild. If she knew that he had just seen her topless then she might understand how her words were driving him nuts right now. "Speaking of which, I gotta get going." Morgan said as she picked up her clothes from the floor. Darsey saddened, "I thought you were gonna stay over." "Can't, Mom wants me home tonight." She lied. "I'm just gonna change quick." Craig watched Morgan enter the laundry room and shut the door behind her. He realized that for a moment she would be completely naked in there. He wished he could be invisible for just two minutes. Morgan emerged from the room. Darsey smiled, "Hey you better get some sleep, remember that my Dad's gonna video our game tomorrow." A thought suddenly occurred to Craig and he blurted "Hey Morgan, why don't you just bring your suit and stuff with you to the game. We can just come back here and you guys can swim or relax in the hot tub." He instantly regretted saying that as he thought it sounded somehow perverted. With all the perverted thoughts running through his head right now he just didn't know. Morgan noticed him glancing at the laundry room but replied brightly and innocently "Sure that's cool, thanks Mr. E!" By the time Morgan entered her house she had barely finished reviewing in her head all that had gone on today. Thoughts quickly turned to what might still happen. She entered the kitchen and eyed the refrigerator. She knew immediately that Ted had been there as the tiny bit paper lay on the floor next to the fridge. When she had closed the fridge door earlier she had placed it between the door and the fridge so that it would fall the next time someone had opened it. And someone had. When she opened the door she also noticed her Snapple wasn't in the same exact spot. Had he really done what she thought he did? Ted didn't know what to think now. She was home and it was already too late to go in and undo it. What would happen? Morgan took the bottle in the bathroom with her and examined it. There was no clouding in it so she knew he hadn't left his usual offering. Was he really trying to drug her? She took the tiniest sip and tasted nothing strange. She then poured the rest down the drain and filled it partially with some water. Morgan then jumped in the shower and scrubbed herself totally clean. Ted was going nuts trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on next door. Then he noticed the light in Morgan's room come on. Quickly he ran to his computer. He saw her briefly as she dropped her towel and put on an extra long tee shirt and pink panties. Then her light went out. Was she going to bed? Did she drink it? There was no way he was going over if he didn't know. He looked out his window for some sort of clue. Then he noticed the light from the TV room come on. Quickly but quietly he ran his back door to the only place with a view of the TV room. Morgan sat on the couch and flicked on the TV. She had thought about sitting in front of the computer and 'drinking' her Snapple but really didn't want all her 'viewers' watching her. Besides that she still had quite a buzz going and just felt like lying on the couch. She knew that Ted could see into the room from outside if he wanted to. And she knew he wanted to. Ted watched from between the wickets of the diving fence. He had a surprising clear view of Morgan sitting on her couch. She was munching on a bag of potato chips and yes, 'the' bottle was sitting there on the table. When she took her first sip he pulled his cock out and began stroking. What ever was going to happen was going to happen. "Thank the Lord for creating salty chips." he whispered to himself as he watched her continually drink from the bottle, finally draining it. "Finish it all, that's a good girl." A few minutes later Ted's breathing quickened as he saw Morgan shake her head as though she were trying to clear the cobwebs. Over the next few minutes he watched her rub her eyes and try to keep from nodding off. Once she even tried to stand up and had to sit right back down. Then she nodded off for a few moments and woke, nodded off again, tried to get up. Then she just laid back. Morgan lay still for quite a while. It wasn't difficult as the alcohol had totally relaxed her. In fact she almost fell asleep waiting for something, if anything, to happen. When it did she almost jumped off the couch. The phone rang. She knew immediately who it must be. He was testing her. It rang a few more times until the answering machine picked up. Then it rang again a few moments later. Then a third attempt. Then quiet. Then the doorbell rang a bunch of times in succession. She knew then he would soon be in the house. This was the time to move if she didn't want him to come in. She had to know what he wanted to do with her. She didn't budge. A loud bang came from the laundry room. Ted slipped in through the window. It must have been his nerves but as careful as he was his foot slipped and smacked against the dryer, emitting a loud hollow bang. He stood in silent shock, scolding himself. He tiptoed into the kitchen and then to the front door. From there he called out in a low voice. "Hello. Hello? Anyone here? I heard some strange noises. Hello?" No reply. He continued to call out softly as he walked back through the house to the TV room. He reached the couch where Morgan was. Sure enough she was fast asleep, laying back on the couch cushion, feet still on the floor. Her damp hair was mussed up and covered her most of her pretty face, and her long tee barely covered her panties. He had to stop and take a deep breath in attempt to slow his pounding heart. When he composed himself he continued with the usual methods of testing; calling her name, shaking her shoulder softly, then harder. She was definitely not waking up. Morgan heard him walk to the window and pull the curtain closed. Then she felt him sit next to her on the couch. He shook her shoulder one more time. When she felt his hand on her leg she felt a surge go through her body and wondered how she could pull off playing 'passed-out'. The hand began to slowly caress her leg. Did he notice that her nipples had stiffened? "Just want to see, that's all, just look, nothing more." He continued to repeat his mantra, trying to believe himself despite the fact that his hand was traveling further and further between her thighs, her tender thighs. He froze as she suddenly shifted her body. It wasn't much and she seemed to settle right back down. If his cock wasn't hard enough already it became even harder as he noticed two things. Her shirt had pulled up slightly and he could see her panties. It had also pulled a bit tighter over her chest and he could see her nipples poking through the thin material. Again she felt Ted's hand on her shoulder. This time it only remained there for a moment as it slowly inched down her shirt, stopping just above her breast. A thumb began to caress the top of her boob, circling lower until it pressed against her nipple. Ted's excitement grew when he felt it stiffen. Ted stared up at the fourteen-year-old's cute face for any reaction as he continued to fondle her breast through her shirt. When he gently pinched her nipple she seemed to flinch slightly. "Just want to see, that's all, just look, nothing more." Ted once again tried to convince himself that he wasn't doing anything that wrong. The hardest part for Morgan was keeping her eyes closed. She wanted to see the look on his face. She could hear him mumbling things and his breathing deepen. His fingers were shaking when they first touched her but now they were relaxed. Once his strong hand encircled and held firm her small breast she knew she was done. It felt so good. Morgan felt Ted shift on the couch. When she felt him grab the bottom of her shirt she knew what he was trying to do. There was no way he was going to pull her shirt up over her tits unless he moved her somehow. He realized the best way to do this with the least amount of moving would be to stand on the other side of the couch behind her. Once behind her he leaned over the couch and her body to grab her shirt. His face neared her neck as he did so and he could just smell the innocence on her. Slowly he pulled the shirt up, unwedging it from between the young girl and the couch. Again he watched her face as he did so. Her body rocked slightly and her eyes seemed to open slightly and then shut again. When he looked down he realized he could sop pulling. The prize sight, the puffy pink caps of her nipples were now in plain sight. Ted walked around to the front of her again and admired her. "God you are so fucking gorgeous. Look at that fucking body." And he did. His eyes roamed from her bare toes, up her legs to the tiny panties that seemed molded to her pussy, tight belly and then those tits. Full color, no graininess, no tiny picture, just right there, just for his pleasure. Upon hearing his words Morgan suddenly realized why she was somehow attracted to these older men. They weren't like the boys in her school or even high school. Those boys just wanted to get laid or get a BJ. They didn't care about the girl it could be any girl, even a slut like Amber Collins. But from her experiences with all her webcam voyeurs, Arthur, Mr. Ely, and now Ted was that the difference is that these men worshiped her and her body. They wanted to explore every inch of her, drink her in with their eyes. And they would do anything to get her, touch her, and use her. She swooned at the thought that she was their perfect fantasy. A taboo fantasy. And she had the power to make that fantasy come true for them. She was in control. She knew he was staring at her and she so much wanted to see the look in his eyes. Never before had lust coursed so violently through Ted's body as it did now as he stood before the young half-naked girl. He unconsciously rubbed his cock through his pants. Then, moving the coffee table aside he kneeled in front of her. Gently he eased a hand on each of her knees and slowly pulled them apart. Morgan felt his body move between her legs all the way to the couch. This time she heard him whisper "Just want to see, that's all, just look, nothing more." He certainly wasn't listening to himself for the next moment his hands slid up her belly and over her breasts. She heard his loud moan of a sigh as he began to fondle her. If there was a heaven then this had to be it. He looked again at Morgan's expressionless face. Even when a sudden pang of guilt flowed over him about what he was actually doing he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. He leaned forward and took one of her tits in his mouth. The sudden wet warmth on her breast caused her to flutter her eyes open for a moment. She could see the top of Ted's face as he nursed on her. So very badly did she want to touch herself. Moments later he moved to suckling her other breast. After what seemed an eternity of bliss Morgan felt him to start to move down, kissing her belly and sliding his hands to her waist. She gulped in shock as she felt his fingers slide under the waistband of her panties. A moment later he was pulling them off. Ted had to move back for a moment in order to get the panties over her knees. He watched them fall silently to the ground. This was one time that her freshly worn panties meant nothing to him. He lifted one of Morgan's petite feet out the panties and then forgot all about them as he moved her knees apart once again. His eyes fixated on the spot where her legs met, where many times before he had seen the soft blonde fleece but never a good view of what it barely covered. Nothing was hidden anymore and he immediately decided that this spot was absolutely where heaven had to be located. Morgan felt embarrassed for a moment. How could you not when some man has your legs spread open and is staring at your crotch. Then for the second time today a man began kissing her legs, earlier it had been a semi obese stranger she had stripped for at the mall and now it was her neighbor. A man who she might say hello to tomorrow as he pretended to be just a friendly good hearted neighbor, a neighbor who had drugged her and was now kissing his way inside her thighs. Morgan thought she might explode if/when he touched her 'there'. "Just want," kiss, "to see," kiss, "that's all," kiss, "just look," kiss, "nothing more." Ted could feel her body shift and jerk ever so slightly as he kissed his way closer but her faced still showed nothing. He continued ever closer. An inch away from heaven he stopped. He pushed her one leg farther apart, exposing her even more to himself. He let his fingers gently trace her sweet little pussy, noting every hair, line, crevice and fold of her lips. He began to massage the top of her slit, knowing her clit was buried in there somewhere. Again her hips shifted. Ted smiled for a moment as maybe she might be having a sexual dream. "Well," he thought. "I'll have to make sure she wakes up satisfied. At first Morgan figured he would stick his finger in her, but he didn't. Unable to stop herself she let out a deep breath as she felt his warm mouth press into her. First kissing, then licking. She felt his fingers pull her open and his tongue slip deeper inside her. She could never have imagined such a feeling. She wanted to grasp the back of his head and pull him further in. She wondered for a moment if he still would be as eager to lick her if he knew that only a few hours before that Arthur had his penis in there. When Ted slipped a finger inside her she swooned. By now Ted had his cock pulled out and he was stroking like mad as he kissed, licked and slurped at her virgin little slit. He recalled for a moment his last girlfriend, a forty five year old bitch who had the hairiest patch he had ever sceen. He decided not to recall how she had tasted in the one time she talked him into it. This little future homecoming queen tasted exactly how it was supposed to taste. And how easy it would be to just stand up now and jam his cock into her. From the wetness his finger pulled from deep inside her he knew was definitely ready. What an incredible fuck that would be. No, no, no, he wasn't going to do that to her. He couldn't do that to her. As much as he wanted to, she didn't deserve to be raped like that. He might not cum in her, but definitely on her. Just as with Arthur, Morgan felt Ted get into a rhythm, and when his tongue found her tiny clit it was almost too much. She gasped softly as a moan escaped from her. She gave in to her hips and let them move slowly. Ted seemed to take it for granted. She only hoped he wasn't on to her. She felt her orgasm coming yet she tried to hold back. She was going to cum. Then suddenly he stopped. Ted almost came when he heard her soft mewing. He let go of his cock and pulled back. "Not yet." He thought. Morgan felt him stand up. She thought for sure that he was going lay over her and put his penis in her. "It's okay," she thought to herself. "Just use me for whatever you need." She wanted him to do it. For the first time she understood what her mother had meant when she overheard her on the phone with one of her boyfriends. About aching for it, needing it so bad. Instead Ted shifted her body on the couch, lifting her feet on to one end, laying her on her side with her head propped on the pillow on the other end. Then he moved in front of her face and started to masturbate again. Again Morgan risked a momentary glance, just barely opening her eyes. Inches from her face was Ted's penis, the tip glistening, with Ted's hand wrapped tightly around it furiously stroking. It was an amazing sight she would never forget. Ted moved closer to the couch as an uncontrollable urge forced him to touch the head of his cock on her lips. He stopped stroking and squeezed, forcing some precum to ooze from the tip. He swiped the glisten fluid across her lips. As he pulled back a long strand still connected his cock to her pouty lips. Ted stepped closer again and once more placed his cock on her lips. This time he pressed into her, trying to part her lips. But Morgan turned her head away from him. Ted assumed it to be some sort of instinctual reaction. Gently, with the tips of his fingers, he took her chin and slowly pulled it back towards him. When Morgan tried to pull her face away a second time she felt his strong hand hold her steady. When again he pressed himself against her lips she let him enter and for the first time, after tasting cum so many times, it was time she tasted the head and shaft of a penis. Salty and sweet at the same time mixed with the strong musky scent was almost overwhelming. Ted looked down and could hardly believe what he was doing, though he couldn't stop himself. And he was amazed on just how well it was working. "Just keep dreaming you're sucking on a Popsicle." Heck, she probably couldn't suck better if she was awake. He watched as the head of push out her cheek as he pumped. Then he closed his eyes and savored the warmth of her willing mouth. Morgan fought to breathe as his penis continued to fill her mouth. Suddenly she felt him pull out and she could hear him stroke fast and hard. When she heard him moan she peeked just in time to see a large stream of white fluid fly by her cheek and onto the couch behind her. Then another stream, this time it fell across her cheek. Another small glob dripped down. Then his penis was in her mouth again. She heard him gasp and felt his body tremor. Morgan felt his penis spasm in her mouth as it released another small amount of liquid. Then he pulled back, she heard him sigh loudly and then plop down in the chair next to him. She then forced the salty fluid forward in her mouth and over her tongue. For five minutes Ted just sat there and tried to catch his breath. He looked over at the mostly naked girl on the couch. When he saw the small trail of cum on her cheek he smiled as he felt his cock stiffen slightly. He knew he had to get a picture of that. Morgan continued to lie still as she heard Ted go to the laundry room and get something. She was really hoping he'd leave as she just wanted to get to bed and rub herself. When she saw the bright flash, even through her closed eyes, she knew what he was doing. Ted clicked away knowing he had room for over 300 pictures on his camera. He knew he really shouldn't do this as it evidence of what he did. Again he didn't care. Morgan heard him finally stop clicking. She wasn't crazy at all about the pictures being taken, especially when he spread her legs apart and took close-ups. Too late she realized that maybe she could fake waking up. Instead of leaving though, she heard him head upstairs, to her room. When he came back down minutes later Morgan was shocked as he put his arms under her and lifted her up. "Let's get you to tour room." She heard him murmur. When they reached her room she could tell her light was on and a quick glance relieved her of her fears that he was going to show in front of her cam. The cam seemed to be covered with a hat or something. Ted set her down on the edge of the bed in a sitting fashion. He lifted the young girl's shirt over her head and off as she fell back on her bed. He watched with delight as her little titties bounced slightly before coming to rest. He then resumed posing her naked body for his camera, of course including shots with her stuffed animals. He then rolled Morgan on her belly to get some of that perfect butt of hers. Morgan felt increasingly awkward and hoped he would just leave. Then she felt him climb on the bed and straddle her legs and could feel his hard penis lying between her cheeks. More pictures. Then he moved again, placing his leg between her legs so that he straddled only her left leg. She felt Ted set the camera down for a moment as he slid he hand under her right leg and lifted. She was forced to roll half on her side as he put her ankle on his shoulder. His penis was lying on her left inner thigh, now just inches from her crotch. Ted looked down to see his cock lying on her bare thigh and like some ethereal compass it pointed directly to heaven."These should be some good shots." Ted whispered as he picked up his camera and snapped a few. "Just a little closer" he murmured as he shifted his body up her leg, the tip of his cock right next to her lips. "Just looking, that's all." He used his thumb to spread her lips as his cock head moved in. Morgan knew what was coming though she never expected Ted to go this far. He kept whispering about not touching her yet his hips were rocking slowly and his penis was going further inside her. It was much bigger than Arthur's and she worried for a moment as the sensation of fullness overcame her. The sensation quickly turned to pleasure as he entered even further. Her wetness allowed to slip easily within and soon he was deep enough that she could feel his penis press into her bud. The aching was gone now and this felt so so good. Ted heard the moan slip from her lips when he entered her fully. So tight, so warm and wet. His hips started moving quicker, "No, no, no, no…" . He dropped the camera on the bed and grasped her leg with both arms, pulling it tight to his body, forcing himself deep inside her, as far as he could go. When he heard her moan again he came, flooding her tiny body with his cum. He held still for a moment before slowly withdrawing. A wave of guilt and shame flowed through him as he quickly got off the bed. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me. I got to get out of here." He somehow managed to get her panties and shirt on her again and then tucked her in. He grabbed his camera and hat from the webcam and shut off the light. He cleaned up the downstairs and left. His guilt, however, didn't last long as 20 minutes later he was reviewing the pics from his camera, already hard again. Morgan lie silently in the darkness listening to Ted downstairs, waiting until she knew he was gone. She glanced at her clock, 2:37 a.m. She had to be up in a few hours for the game. This was a day like no other day in her life. What was she doing? Why had she let him do those things, why did she tease Mr. Ely, why Arthur? She was now worse than Amber, the sluttiest girl in school. Was that what she was, a slut? A secret slut? Yes, only she could know this. Nobody likes a slut. But no one knows. They all think she is pure. Yes, it's good to be pure, they all want that, they need it, those men. Her fingers slid down between her legs and dove into gooey mixture of her wetness and Ted's sperm. When she knew Ted was gone, she let herself cum, and she came hard. All the images of the day rocketed back to her. She heard herself moaning loudly. In the morning, as she dragged herself to the shower she still felt slimy. She suddenly recalled that feeling from yesterday and blurted out a laugh in realization that Arthur must have somehow removed his condom. She knew exactly when too. She shook her head in amazement. Morgan stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She touched her matted pubic hair. Could anyone tell that the sperm of two much older men was inside her? Morgan played the whole first half of the game in a daze. Some halftime oranges and some razing by her teammates woke her up though. In the second half she returned to that normal determined fourteen year old kick ass soccer player, scoring two goals and adding three assists as the Wildcatz ran away with game. After a brief team meeting, Morgan and Darsey headed off towards the parking lot. Just before they reached the stands Morgan look over at Darsey. "Hey, you forgot your jacket." Darsey cursed and ran back to the field. As Morgan watched she heard a voice behind her. "Great game Morgan" Morgan turned around. It was Arthur. But how? How did he know she was here? How had he found her? "You really kicked butt out there!" Arthur added enthusiastically. "Umm, thanks" was her unsettled reply. Then Arthur turned to the man next to him. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Charlie." Morgan looked up at the man. He was thinner than Arthur but looked older than him since he was bald except for what was left of his white hair. He held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Morgan." Totally caught off guard Morgan took his cold hand. "Hi." "I certainly enjoy watching you in action." Morgan took her hand away and stuttered. "I gotta go. Bye" She turned and headed past them. "Don't forget to check the box sometime." Arthur called after her. Morgan didn't have a chance to think of what he was talking about before Darsey joined her again. "Who was that?" Darsey snorted, all out of breath. "Umm…just a friend of my Mom. His, uh, daughter was on the Blades." "Oh." Darsey looked back at Arthur. "He looks like one of those old pervs that would hang out in the park. How could you stand next to him without grossing out? ugh!" Darsey shook in an exaggerated shiver. Morgan laughed and wondered what Darsey would think if knew that just yesterday she had willingly let him have sex with her, his fat naked body lying on top of her, his sperm now inside her. Morgan nervously looked back over her shoulder. The two men still stood in the distance smiling at her. She looked ahead again. "C'mon Morg, race you to the car." "Uh, yeah" Morgan smiled again, "Yeah, we can check out all my scores your dad videoed!" They both broke into a run towards Darsey's dad. Craig Ely stood by his car and watched with a newly lusted interest as his daughter and young Morgan ran towards him, her ponytail bouncing as she trotted along. She was indeed the persona of youth, innocence and beauty. Add in a hint of budding sexuality and it could drive a man insane. Drive him to do the insane. See all my stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Wifeseducer/ *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 39