Chapter 5: Giving a Friend a Hand

Craig Ely stood before the kneeling young girl. Each hand was locked on a scrunchy-tied pigtail on either side of her head. Looking down he watched her greedy mouth slurp on his long cock. A bit lower her puffy pink capped nipples were in plain view. Somewhere below that was her waiting and willing virgin sex. A surge began to rise from deep within him.

“Stop, stop, stop ... don’t move” he ordered breathlessly.

Her pumping motion slowed and ceased as he held her head still, now with only the head of his cock still between her lips. His eyes rolled back as he felt cum rise from his swollen testicles. He held on a moment longer before releasing with full force. His knees almost buckled as wave after wave of the warm fluid left his body and entered the warmth of her mouth.

At last he pulled his cock from her lips and looked down at sixteen year old Morgan. There she was, the best friend of his daughter on her knees with a full load of cum in her mouth. His cum. She looked up at him with innocent blue eyes and a questioning gaze. He smiled at her almost comical look; lips pursed closed and cheeks bulging like a squirrel. She seemed unsure what to do next.

He reached down and put his finger under her chin, tilting her head back. “That’s a good girl, a real good girl. Now swallow.”

He watched her close her eyes and force down his ejaculation, grimacing as she swallowed. A moment later she looked back up at him, smiled proudly and licked her lips.

“OH MY GOD, DAD!!!” screamed his daughter Darsey.

Craig shook his head and returned from his fantasy.

“Didn’t you see that stop sign!” she called from the back seat.

Craig fumbled for a moment as he regained his composure. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he re-clutched the wheel and focused on his driving.

A moment later the girls spotted and waved at a friend out the window. They yelled out something to her and then plopped back into girlie conversation.

Craig sighed relief and peeked into the rear view window at the two teen girls. He studied Morgan’s lips as she spoke, giggled and laughed. Thoughts of those lips wrapped around his cock was just one of many fantasies that he had conjured up in the twenty some hours since he had seen her topless in the hot tub. He glanced down at the video camera on the seat next to him. Hopefully within the hour he might get to see her again. His cock stiffened.

As they neared the Ely home Craig fought off the sexual images and tried to focus on anything else, cause there was no way he was going to hide the enormous erection he was sporting.

Morgan Healy sat in the back seat of the Ely car with her best friend Darsey. A best friend she allowed strangers to see naked on her webcam, a best friend who she let swallow a drink spiked with a load of god know who’s sperm, a best friend who’s dad had now seen her partially naked. Did Darsey have any idea who the girl next to her really was? Could she ever tell her that not only did she know that gross’ guy at the soccer field but that less than twenty four hours ago she was lying naked on his bed touching his penis.

As the car pulled into the driveway Morgan noticed Mr. Ely’s eyes in the rear view mirror glance at her for perhaps the twentieth time.

“Dad, can you put the video on TV? You HAVE to see my last pass to Morgan,” Darsey pleaded.

Craig stammered for a moment conjuring up a lie, “Umm, the battery is just about dead. Let me copy it onto a DVD for you both, it’ll be easier.”

The moment they parked, Craig was out of the car and into the house. Morgan and Darsey got their stuff out of the car.

“Geez, what’s his rush?” moaned Darsey as her water bottled slipped out of her hand and rolled under the car. “Crap.”

Morgan laughed and hauled her bag over her shoulder. She kicked off her cleats and entered the house. She pretended not to notice that down the hall Mr. Ely was slipping out of the laundry room. She smiled to herself as she knew just what he had been doing. Were all men so predictable?

Half an hour later Craig looked out the back window at the two young girls playing in the above ground swimming pool. He had tried so hard not to stare at Morgan when she came out of the laundry room in her bikini just a few minutes earlier. But as the girls walked out the back door he couldn’t help but watch that perfect little ass.

Quickly he made his way to the laundry room and pulled the video camera out of the clothes basket. His heart was beating a mile a minute. In the twenty minutes it took the girls to decide to go swimming he had changed his mind more times about the camera than he could count. He tried not to imagine the unholy embarrassment, not to mention all the trouble he would be in if she found it. When Morgan finally went in to change he almost had to run to his own bathroom to puke he was so worked up. He had it placed just so the lens could peek through one of the holes. There was no way she could see it. A few minutes later he was sitting at his computer desk, stroking his cock as he watched the image of Morgan entering the laundry room. He giggled to himself as she not only locked the door, but pulled on it just to make sure it was shut tight. Craig then unconsciously held his breath as she dropped her bag in the floor and took out her bikini and set it on the washing machine. Leaning over she rolled down her long red socks and flipped them into the corner, followed by her red shorts. When she pulled her soccer jersey over her head she paused a moment as it seemed to be stuck on her pony tail clip. Craig marveled at the sleekness of her body: long toned legs, flat belly and indentations where her ribcage shone. How tightly that black sports bra gripped on to her. When the shirt rested on the floor next to the other items he didn’t care which came next, bra or panties. It was the exact same thoughts that went through Ted’s mind and the dozens of others that had watched her get naked. At last she crossed her arms across her body and took hold of the bottom of her sports bra. One more moment ... As Morgan climbed into the pool she knew she was perfecting the art of teasing. Teasing that almost crosses the line to downright nasty. Even without looking directly at it, it hadn’t been hard to see the shiny lens in the laundry basket, though she doubted she would have noticed it if she wasn’t looking for it. As the basket sat on a chair in front of a door mirror she could feel the eye watching her, waiting patiently to capture her nude form for another’s pleasure. This was a feeling she had grown to know and love, an addiction of sorts. But this time she was messing with him, turning away from the camera just as she removed her bra. She had slipped on her bikini top without turning back. She had then grabbed her bikini bottom and took it in the tiny adjacent shower/bathroom to change. All that Mr. Ely would see of her was her bare back. The thought of that suddenly dismayed her. She could imagine his frustration of being so close, efforts wasted. How she could have pleased him. She felt caught between the game and the addiction. Then she smiled to herself ... all in

good time.

Craig held his orgasm at bay until his heart and cock wilted in disappointment. Nothing. No tits, no ass, no bush, nothing. He sat for a moment and then rewound the tape to her pulling off her bra top. He replayed it again and again noting that her small panties did nothing to hide the exact shape of her ass. He hardened and resumed stroking. Conjuring up the images of her topless on the hot tub was enough to send him over the edge.

After horsing around in the pool for an hour the girls got out, dried and plopped down into the lounge chairs to tan. After all the events of yesterday, last night, the soccer game and the pool, Morgan was ready to crash. Darsey popped on the radio and immediately began to yap away about something. Morgan quickly tuned her out as her thoughts were already far, far away.

Morgan tried to review all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. It was almost too much to believe, let alone deal with. Right now there was $5000 sitting in a bag in her closet because she had visited Arthur. How just did he find out whom she was and that she had a soccer game? And who was that other guy, Charles, yes that was his name. Although he had looked older than Arthur he was certainly more well dressed than his sloppy counter part. Even so, he was a bit overweight and hardly the type get find a good looking woman. Thinking back Morgan thought of how sweaty and crappy she must have looked after the game. He probably wanted out of there as fast as he could. Only someone as pathetic as Arthur could want her. She recalled how he had wrapped her fingers around his penis and moved it up and down. It was weird just how soft and hard it was at the same time. His face had ecstasy written all over it. Morgan played back the entire scene and figured out when he must have taken his condom off and how she could barely breathe as the full force of his body pressed into her, ultimately grunting and shooting his sperm inside her. That was okay though, since she hadn’t yet had her first period. She knew that there was absolutely no way to get pregnant yet. And yet she had had an orgasm. How could that be? Arthur probably never made anyone orgasm in his life. Did he even notice hers? And after him there was Ted and everything he did, stripping her, touching her, licking her, putting his penis in her mouth (umm, yes, that was much nicer than she had ever expected). She would never forget how he held her head and pumped it in and out and when he ahd put it back in after having an orgasm and a little more came out in her mouth. A slight sweetness that left an aftertaste in her mouth. And like Arthur he shot his sperm inside her as well. Heck, showing her boobs to Mr. Ely seemed like no big shake. Next time he would get his film footage, yes indeed. Morgan felt herself drifting off. Checking the box? What did Arthur mean about checking the box? Too much to think about.

Darsey’s course voice shattered the tranquility. “Hey Mor, can you get my back?”

Morgan flashed back to reality, opening her eyes. “Umm, sure”.

Morgan sat up and applied a glob of lotion to Darsey’s back. A few seconds of a sloppy job later, “How’s that?”

“Great, thanks” Darsey chirped.

Morgan lay back down, this time on her stomach.

“Let me getcha back” offered Darsey.

“K”

The hot lotion and Darsey’s hands felt incredibly relaxing and soon Morgan was zoning out again. Her thoughts had ceased and the only thing she sensed besides Darsey’s fingers unhooking her bikini top was the voice on the on the radio, an interview with some hip-hop star. The first word caught her attention, “Sex ... sex be everywhere, don’t you know, in the streets, in the houses, places you ain’t never thought of before, [beep]ing everywhere. What? Oh [beep] sorry man. Anyway, you may not see it, but it be there boy, it be there, and it be waiting for you. Most folk don’t know that and that is why they miss out on a chance to jam. Now open your ears to my new spin and open your eyes and get busy.”

Morgan knew he was right, sex was everywhere and she had been plenty busy.

Craig had been busy too. Already his cock was hard again as he peeked out the bedroom window. How he wished he could trade places with his daughter right now and be the one rubbing not lotion, but his cum that he had just splattered on Morgan’s back after fucking her.

It was around five-ish when Darsey suggested that they go out to TGI Fridays for dinner. Craig said that would be fine and Morgan too was very up for it.

Morgan suddenly cringed, “Oh Crap, I have to sit for the Driscoll’s tonight.”

Darsey saddened, “No way Mo! What time?”

Morgan glanced at the clock and sighed, “In like a half an hour”

“Come back over afterwards, you can sleep over. C’mon.”

“I dunno Dar, I don’t feel real great, I’ll call you later from their house. They let me use it once Joey is asleep.”

Morgan looked at the clock again, “I don’t have time to go home and back, is it okay if I take a quick shower here?” then she glared at Darsey, “seeing how someone put like a GALLON of lotion on me.”

Craig’s heart stopped again as he cursed himself silently, “SHIT!” Here she was, about to get a shower and he forgot to put the camera back in the basket. But perverted minds work differently than others and like the Grinch, he thought of a lie and thought it up quick. “Before you girls do all your running around, throw the solar cover back on the pool, will ya? It’s supposed to get windy tonight and I don’t want all the leaves in it.”

Five minutes later Morgan was locking and checking the laundry room door. Instantly she knew what Craig was up to in the time they were outside. Earlier, when she had gone to the bathroom the camera was gone, but now it was back again. Again she teased as she entered the bathroom section with her bikini still on. In the shower found herself incredibly aroused. What if Mr. Ely could see her now, leaning back against the shower wall, suds running down her body, fingers jammed deep inside herself trying to recapture the fullness of last night.

An hour later Craig was thanking God as his computer spewed forth video of young wet Morgan dropping her towel. The resolution was so fine he could see the beads of water on her back and perfect little ass. Then she turned around. He could see everything, absolutely everything. And when she reached up to dry her hair with her towel her legs spread just a bit, enough so he could make out her tiny cunt lips. A few moments later he would forget all about that long distance’ shot as she grabbed her hair dryer and moved in front of the mirror to blow dry. The mirror, of course, was right behind the laundry basket. Morgan’s virgin little pussy was only inches from the camera, close enough he could count every hair, see every fold. Craig came as he imagined her scent, her taste.

Right on time the doorbell rang at the Driscoll household. Morgan turned and watched Mr. Ely drive off after giving her a lift the five blocks over. Mr. Driscoll opened the door and smiled when he saw her.

“Sorry I’m late Mr. Driscoll. I almost forgot”, she apologized.

“Oh, don’t be sorry Morgan, you’re right on time. Come on in.”

When Morgan entered little Joey came running over on cue to great her with a big hug. As she kneeled to hug him she noticed how Mr. Driscoll maneuvered himself around to the front of her. But there would be no show’ today as she only had a high collar tee-shirt on, but geez, just how much can a girl do in twenty four hours? Then Mrs. Driscoll called her into the kitchen.

“Morgan,” Mrs. Driscoll paused as though she were about to reveal a secret, “Now you can say no if you want to and don’t feel bad about it if you do but we were hoping it wouldn’t be a problem with you.”

Morgan was dumbfounded. “Umm, what?”

“Relax, it’s nothing really,” She continued. “But my father is here. He had a stroke a few weeks ago and he’s been living here.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry.” Morgan consoled.

“It’s okay dear, we’ve gotten used it. It’s been easier than I thought...”

“Your Mom must be very upset.” replied Morgan.

Mrs. Driscoll gave a slight chuckle, “Oh no, they’ve been divorced since I was a kid. He had cheated many times. He was born a playboy and never remarried, too busy carousing with the woman even now at his age, well up until a few weeks ago. It’s kind of sad to see him in this state. But there is no need to worry, Herbert, my dad, just sits in his bed and stares at the TV. He doesn’t talk and can’t even recognize that his own daughter is talking to him.”

“Gee, I don’t know”

“Like I said, it will be okay if you say no, but really, you won’t even know he is here. And you have our cell if you need anything. Unless we help him he doesn’t budged.”

Morgan shrugged her shoulders, “I guess so.”

Mrs. Driscoll broke into a huge smile, “Oh thank you dear. We had a nurse here for a weeks but insurance ran out so we haven’t been able to get out much as you can imagine. We’ll be back by nine, I promise.”

“It’s no problem Mrs. Driscoll, take your time.”

Morgan was glad to see them go and was happy to enjoy the company of a simple two year old.

“Are you gonna turn out like all other men?” She asked little Joey.

Joey just smiled and took off running. Morgan chased after.

By seven Morgan was tucking little Joey into bed. She gave him a kiss and partially shut his door as she left. As she made her way down the hall she peeked in on Herbert. Just as Mrs. Driscoll said he was sitting, eyes glued on Alex Trebek as he introduced three new contestants. She sighed and wondered how the brain could change someone so much. Then she grabbed a Coke from the fridge and plopped on the couch with the phone. For the next 45 minutes she gabbed with Darsey and finally agreed to come back over for a sleepover. Morgan really just wanted to get back to her own bed and just sleep.

Just as Morgan hung up the phone she heard Joey whimpering from down the hall. She jumped up and checked on him. A few soothing words and he was back to sleep in no time.

Again she made her way past Herbert’s room. She stopped and looked in again. He was still staring at the TV unmoved. Intrigued, Morgan quietly entered the room. Still he didn’t look at her or even budge.

She waved her hand and meekly announced “Hi, Mr. umm Herbert, I’m Morgan.” No response. She moved around the side of the bed and stared at his face. He seemed so intent on the TV that it didn’t even seem that there was anything wrong with him, and even though just a few months ago he was chasing the ladies he would never again. Again she called his name, this time louder but still nothing.

Morgan looked up at the TV. “Hmm, Wheel of Fortune, you like that show? It’s kinda okay, but I never get the puzzles.”

After watching the show for a minute she grabbed the remote from the bottom of the bed. “How about some MTV?” She went to change the channel but accidentally turned the TV off.

She looked back at him, “Oops, sorry...” His gaze just went unfocused. When she clicked the TV back on his eyes returned to the TV.

“The TV really does keep you company, eh?” She changed the channel to MTV where an episode of Real World’ drama was playing. She looked back at Herbert. He was still staring at the TV but with even less intent than before.

“Guess you like the bright lights and all the bells and bings.” She looked back at the TV. She hadn’t seen this episode. “You won’t mind if I watch for a minute, just till the next commercial.” She knew he didn’t mind. Even if he did he wouldn’t say anything.

A minute later came the standard hot tub scene after the night at the bars. As usual Rachel and Johanna were fighting over some guy and both came out in the skimpiest of bikinis. Morgan could only wish she had a body like Rachel’s.

When Morgan peeked back at Herbert she noticed his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the screen. Morgan looked back at the two vixens on the TV, then back at Herbert. Oh, he was staring alright, with luster. Suddenly a commercial came on. When she looked back at Herbert his eyes were half closed again. Morgan chuckled, “Once a ladies man, always a ladies man.” Then she pouted. “So am I just chopped liver then, eh Herbert?” She stood up. “Herberrrrrt” His eyes remained glues to the set. “Hmph, Guess I should remember to bring my bikini next time.” She switched the TV back to his game show.

Morgan almost jumped when she heard the garage door start to open. Quickly she ran out of Herbert’s room and cleaned up what little mess she left. Fifteen minutes later Mr. Driscoll was dropping her back off at Darsey’s house. When she got out of the car she counted her money and was dismayed to see the much smaller tip than usual. “Geez Mr Skimpy,” She thought to herself, “sorry if you didn’t get to see down my shirt tonight.” But with five thousand dollars in her closet there wouldn’t be much need to baby-sit anymore.

Morgan was exhausted but she managed to stay up until after midnight with Darsey watching all sorts of crap on TV. Mr. Ely, of course, was extra attentive to her but they didn’t see much of him since they hung out mostly in Darsey’s room. The one time she did run into him in the kitchen he was unable disguise a total go over and removal of clothes’ with his eyes. Immediately afterwards he disappeared to his room.