Chapter 6: Beyond the Call of Duty

Morgan laid back on her bed perusing the song list on her iPod and sighed at the short listing. She glanced at her computer. Yeah, it was time to download some new tunes.

Morgan sat at her computer and fired up her Limewire file sharing program. Twenty minutes later she had thirty new songs. She then clicked on the video tab and searched there. Tons of videos came up. She knew she’d have to run to the mall soon and get the new iPod video player. Now that would be cool to watch videos on that. She glanced at her closet. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the money.

Just for fun she typed the word `soccer’ in the search field. A number of soccer blooper videos were listed with some real ones. She started to download a Mia Hamm goal video as she was her idol. Then, looking back at the long list she saw another video that probably had nothing to do with soccer at all. It was named `soccer mom gangbang’. She clicked on the name to see the description but accidentally double clicked on it and it started to download the 88 meg file. Just then a buzzer from the oven went off downstairs.

As she stood up she noticed the ever watching eye of her webcam.

“Sorry, no shows today boys.” She whispered to herself.

Two hours, and a few Tivo MTV Real Worlds later, Morgan returned to her room. She had forgot about the downloads and checked her computer. The new My Chemical Romance videos were incredible, she so loved them despite everyone at school seeming to hate them. Definitely getting the video iPod.

The last video in the completed downloads was the soccer mom video. Morgan stared at it for a moment when curiosity got the better of her. She double clicked on the video.

A second later the video filled her screen. A typical good looking college-aged boy, spiky hair, and holding a large blue cup stood in front of the camera. He reminded her of Ty Pennington from the Home Makeover show.

“Okay kids, in today’s math lesson we are going to find out what the numbers one, four and thirty have in common. Give up? I`ll give you as hint. It’s what you get when you mix one innocent soccer mom, four cups of grain punch (he holds up the cup), and thirty horny college boys. Don’t believe me? Then watch this.”

The video switches to a noisy, crowded party scene in a frat house. `Ty’ is standing in the far corner with a young (but older than the typical college girl) blonde woman. The camera man makes his way though the crowd and approaches the couple. They both notice. The woman seems confused, Ty smiles. When it reaches them Ty looks into the camera and speaks.

“Hey Steve! I want you to meet Jennifer.” He looks at her and whispers, “Jennifer, right?”

The woman, Jennifer, looks uncomfortable in front of the camera. The petite and pretty blond, about 25 or so tries to shy away from the camera.

“She’s a little pre-occupied, she’s in town visiting her sick father.” he continues.

“Nice to meet you Jennifer” replies the cameraman.

“I just stopped by to say hi to Steve, he’s been very friendly” she blurts in a whispered voice, “I’m leaving in a moment.”

“C’mon” boosts that cameraman, “Hang out a while, have a drink, meet the guys. We’re not so bad. Have a little fun.” He begins to back away. As he does the video zooms on her wedding ring clad hand and then pans back up to her face.

Morgan’s jaw almost hit the floor. “Aunt Jennifer?” She whispered to herself in shock. It couldn’t be, no way, but it was.

Aunt Jennifer was her mom’s younger sister, the good one, the polar opposite of her mother. As her mom was the trampy unmarried pregnant at eighteen chain smoker, Aunt Jenn was always the nicest and purest person she had ever met. Morgan had already been looking forward to spending a week with her and Uncle Mark after school let out. What was she doing in that place, with those boys? She remembered Grampa being sick about two months ago and her mom wouldn’t go. Mom knew her perfect younger sister would take care of everything, she always did. If there was anyone in the world Morgan looked up to and wanted to be like it was her Aunt Jennifer.

Morgan stared, hardly blinking as the video continued.

The video popped back to the Ty alone with the cup.

“Now let’s all count to four together.” He cheerfully announced.

The video returned to the frat house and a blue circle with the number `1’ appeared in the top left corner. In the picture Jennifer was talking with `Ty’ in the far corner of the room and drinking from a blue cup. The picture switched and the number `2’ appeared along with the caption “Ten minutes later...”. She now had a red cup, then a yellow, then a green. At this point, thirty minutes later she seemed quite drunk, her body language was so relaxed that she was starting to stumble a bit.

A little circle opened in the bottom left of the screen with Ty in it again.

“See what happens when you drink too much, not only does it make it difficult to stand but also hard to make rational decisions. I mean, don’t you think she should be headed on home to her husband by now?”

In the video Jennifer staggers towards the front door but Ty gathers her in and redirects her out of the room towards the stairs.

In the circle Ty looks up to the right (ala Brady Bunch style) and speaks again.

“Oops, I guess not.” He looks straight into the camera again. “Okay boys and girls. Are you ready to count to thirty? Well, I am.” He smiles and his circle disappeared.

Morgan’s jaw dropped even further as heavy metal music began to play and the video switches to a messy bedroom. There was her aunt Jennifer lying naked on the bed with some guy thrusting his penis into her mouth. He suddenly moaned and pulled out, shooting his sperm all over her face. A large red `1’ appeared in the top right of the video. It quickly switched to Jennifer on her hands and knees with a different guy behind her having sex with her. He suddenly grabbed her hips and held her still and moaned out loud as a large red `2’ appeared.

Morgan watched in disbelief as the crowd around the bed had sex with her aunt in every way possible, showing only the last few seconds of each `encounter’. Their sperm went in her mouth, on her face, on her body, in her body. All the while Jennifer seemed in some drunken stupor of pleasure, never resisting, never taking control, as if she just let them do what they wanted to her, let them use her. The point when Jennifer was on her back with one boy straddling her face and another with her legs over his shoulders was when Morgan began to unconsciously touch herself. Both boys orgasmed at the same time. Even some black boys did her, had one even forced himself in her butt, making her half moan, have cry in pain, her face buried in the pillow. The last boy, number `30’ was a very large fat boy. He was on top of her the normal way but he was so big she couldn’t even her aunt Jennifer beneath him except for her calves and feet on either side of him held up pointing towards the ceiling bouncing each time he rocked into her. Morgan couldn’t help but imagine that the tiny feet bobbing was all that could be seen of herself when Arthur was on top of her. She saw the boy’s body stiffen as he groaned. Jennifer’s legs flopped to the sides as he crawled off of her, leaving her spread eagled on the bed. The camera zoomed in between her legs as a large glob of white goo started to leak out of her open lips. The end of the video showed her lying naked, asleep on the bed, her body covered with black markings. Yes, they had all written their names on her with magic marker. Then the video clicked off.

“Holy fucking shit”, Morgan whispered to herself, still unable to comprehend all that she had just seen. Why would Aunt Jennifer do that? Why didn’t she stop it? What would Uncle Mark think?

A few weeks ago she would have been appalled but after all that she had gone through since it was a bit clearer. Maybe her aunt was exploring herself as well. Maybe she was more like her aunt than she ever thought. It would be so weird to see her when she visited.

Morgan climbed into bed and continued to rub herself. All the feelings of the past weekend came back to her and they mixed with the video she just viewed. She had let thirty of them have sex with her in a row. What would it feel like to have that many men in a row? She started to cum before the chance to explore that thought any deeper.

The next morning Morgan had been late to school, but not because she got up late or missed the bus, but rather that it took longer than she thought to ride her bike to the Vienna post office before school. Now she sat in the back row of Social Studies pondering the still sealed envelope tucked inside her school agenda book. Looking around the room she stared at the girls in class. Were any of them having sex yet? Tammy Baxter most certainly was, at least she was pretty sure if rumor had it, though it was with a seventeen year old high school boy and not a sloppy 50 year old overweight business man.

She turned her attention towards her teacher, Mr. Whitaker. She was sure he would be the pervy type but his eyes never strayed towards any of the girls in class. He didn’t watch their asses when they left the room, his eyes never drifted from eye contact to their chests. He did, in fact, treat everyone the same, as a kid. He wasn’t the only one either. Morgan had kept close vigil on all the teachers, watching where their gazes went. Even the gym teacher gave absolutely no indication that he was the slightest bit interested any of the girls in her grade, especially not her. And if they were, they sure hid it well. For a moment she wondered if any of her webcam viewers were teachers. Maybe Arthur was a teacher, or Charles, or maybe even a principal. Even Letterman, the janitor (his name was really just Dave but everyone called him Letterman) kept his eyes to himself. But there was the night janitor, a greasy little guy that sometimes did days. She remembered he would look the girls up and down while holding his mop.

Her heartbeat quickened as she slowly pulled out the envelope from her agenda book and stared at it, her hands already getting sweaty. Quietly she creaked open her desk, pulled out a pair of rounded rubber-handled school scissors and cut the end off the envelope. She looked around and made sure no one was paying attention to her, especially the teacher as this was probably not the kind of note you want to be caught with at school.

Again there were multiple pages, each containing its own brief cryptic note.

Page 1: CHARLES Page 2: SAME RULES Page 3: SOCCER UNIFORM (COMPLETE) Page 4: FOLLOWING GAME = BONUS Page 5: REPLY AT BOX

Morgan quietly folded the papers and returned them to the envelope. Strangely enough her first thoughts were not or whether to or not to, but that her next home game was this Sunday at two and that she’d somehow have to avoid getting a ride home with Darsey as her parents usually drove her there and back.

She stopped and shook her head, trying to gather some sense of reality. With Arthur it had been different, kind of a spur of the moment thing, even if it hadn’t really been. She felt sorry for Arthur. No. It had excited her to strip for him in the changing room as he basked in the glory of seeing her unclothed underage body. Then she went to his house and she let him ... use her. She recalled Charles. He seemed so distinguished, gentlemanly, proper. His white hair trimmed neatly, clothes proper like he was the president of some company or something. But he was just the same as Arthur, he wanted to have sex with an underage girl, a perverts dream come true. And of course she was the girl. How did that happen?

Sometime between Social Studies and dismissal Morgan #2 penciled her reply.

By eight o’clock that evening Arthur relayed the message “Sunday 4 p.m. Hennessey’s Exxon” to Charles. By eight-fifteen Charles was toasting himself in celebration of the fact that in a few days he would be laying pipe to the little ball of energy he had watched on the soccer field. Arthur really wasn’t shitting him and this was for real. How that sad sack he met on the internet managed to bag that sweet thing was beyond comprehension but at the moment he didn’t care. All he cared was having her little mouth wrapped around his cock. Fuck the rules, he had his own rules and the first rule was the sixteen year old girls don’t make rules, they follow them. And little miss soccer could be the key to a door that even Arthur had no idea about yet. A place where five grand was a drop in the bucket.

School and soccer practice kept Morgan pretty busy the rest of the week, though too often her thoughts turned towards the upcoming Sunday. She had checked the post office box yesterday and received the confirmation that they would pick her up. Why would there be a bonus if she came right after the game? That was just weird; she’d be all sweaty and dirty. Maybe he wanted her to shower first, maybe so they could watch. Where would Arthur go? Would he leave them alone? Could she really go through with this? She knew she could easily bag and ride home with Darsey. Heck, she still hadn’t come up with an excuse to not go home with them. It was reassuring to know that she had an out if she wanted one. Three days seemed a long time to ponder the situation and already she was starting to flip flop her decision.

The more Morgan thought about it, the more confused she became. The thought of sex with these men didn’t excite her as she was hardly attracted to them. The thought of kissing any of them (especially Arthur) turned her stomach. Heck, when she thought about Arthur he reminded her of, of Peter Griffen from Family Guy. So if he was so gross, then why did she do it? Then the image of his face came to mind, the look on his face when he wrapped her fingers around himself, or when he stood between her legs and began to press his penis into her, or the way that human cartoon character almost suffocated her while lying on top of her just before emptying his sperm inside. But mostly as he watched her get dressed after he had used her. Yes, he had used her. He didn’t care if she enjoyed it, and neither had Ted, and neither would Charles. Morgan suddenly felt a sudden stirring inside. Used. Why that sounded so good she couldn’t yet understand but yes, she needed to be used again.

It felt really odd to have Mrs. Tibbets pick her up for the babysitting job. She wasn’t even sure if she should sit in the back or front seat. But Leanne, as she insisted Morgan call her, was totally cool about everything and even as the ride to Butler took almost twenty five minutes it went quickly. It seemed that Mrs. Tibbets had played soccer in college and was actually third team all American and was never short of a story to tell.

The babysitting gig was easy as the kid slept the entire time. The parents were very nice and had paid her well. Morgan could tell though the nervous tension between Mrs. Tibbets and her brother. She was very concerned on making them feel at home. Morgan figured though that the father would drive her home but indeed it was Mrs. Tibbets again. That was fine though as they continued their friendly banter all the way home. She even offered extra money in appreciation of Morgan going out of her way but Morgan refused it. She did however thank Morgan for listening to her yap away as she really hadn’t had anyone to talk with in awhile.

When Morgan shut the door behind her and plopped down on her couch she thought about Leanne. She didn’t act `lezzy’ at all. She had earlier thought laughingly that she could probably introduce her to Darsey if she was that way. But she was okay. Morgan actually felt sorry for her. She could tell just how much that she enjoyed talking with her.

Leanne reflected as well as she drove home. The night went perfectly as planned, maybe even better. She wasn’t surprised how easily it was to develop a rapport with Morgan. The girl was bright as the sun, with a killer smile and the prettiest face, just bubbling with life. As much as Leanne tried to focus on planning her next `advancement’ of the friendship her mind continually leaped ahead to a time where her hands and lips could freely roam the warm flesh of the young girl’s unclothed body.

Saturday was long, going from here to there with her friends Darsey, Taylor and Aimee. Taylor’s older brother Jason had a car and he drove them around. They must have stopped at a dozen houses of friends, some of them Jason’s friends. They even picked up one of his buddies, Neil. Morgan could only laugh at their pathetic attempts to be cool and impress the girls cause, you know, they were in high school. It turned out that they ended up at the movies. Morgan watched as Neil kept trying to put the moves on Darsey. Darsey, of course, would have nothing of that. They also ran into Max, a boy from her class that she knew liked her. He wanted to meet her at the mall after her soccer game, but Morgan shyly declined. Morgan was glad for the crazy day for it took her mind off of tomorrow, Sunday.

Sunday morning Morgan woke once again in Darsey’s bed, though this time it had been a sound sleep. There was no repeat of last weekend. And with Darsey’s mom around even Mr. Ely behaved. His only flaw was how he flushed slightly red when she mentioned getting changed into their soccer uniforms. Morgan even went so far as to scout Darsey’s room just to see where he might hide a camera if he should ever try. As she looked around the room she could only spot two such places, not that he would ever put a camera in his own daughter’s room. But then again if he knew what they had been up to the previous weekend he just might. At that point Darsey asked her if she felt okay because suddenly she looked quite flush.

As they drove to the game Morgan returned to the questions she had been unable to resolve. Should she? If so, then she needed a story, quickly. Before halftime arrived at the game she had one. But it had taken all her concentration from the game.

The coach pulled Morgan from the game as she was just playing terrible.

“What’s the matter Morgan? You don’t seem to be with us today.”

Morgan plopped on the bench next to her teammate Natalie. “I dunno Coach Jones, I just don’t feel; that great I guess.”

“Alright, take a break until halftime. I know you can pull it together.” He consoled, “But we need you out there if we want to win today.”

Morgan nodded.

Natalie spoke up, “I never so you play so bad before.”

Morgan laughed, “Gee thanks”

“No, I didn’t mean it as a dig, just concerned.”

Morgan looked up and scanned the crowd. As she hoped, Arthur and Charles were nowhere in sight. That would have freaked her out even more. She looked over at Natalie. She was a big girl, a slow big girl, perennial bench warmer. But she always had a smile on her face.

“Hey Nat, you live right over there behind the school right?”

“Sure, why?”

Morgan sighed as she knew this was another step in the process. “My mom was supposed to pick be here after the game but we’re gonna end early. I was wondering if I could just wait for her over there.”

“Sure” She beamed at the prospects of hanging out with one of the more popular kids, “but I thought you would go with Darsey like you always do?”

“I can’t today.”

“No problemo muchacha”

Morgan never did get it together and the girls lost their first game. As the sullen girls walked off the field Darsey was a bit befuddled when Natalie joined them. It took a minute of unconvincing explanation by Morgan before the girls separated. Darsey wasn’t pleased.

“Ok, whatever. Call me later then, seeya.” A perturbed Darsey then walk off to her dad.

A fifteen minutes later Morgan was thanking Natalie and her mom for the brownies and milk. Five minutes after that Morgan was standing in front of Hennessey’s gas station with her soccer duffle at her feet. She peered into the window of the station and saw it was only 3:50. She took a step back and looked at the reflection of herself in the large window. There was still a large dirt mark on her leg from when she had done a goal saving slide tackle and a nice grass stain on her shirt from being tripped while dribbling. She had washed her face off at Natalie’s but she could see the dark circles under her eyes from not sleeping much last night.

She whispered to herself, “Morgan Healy, you look like shit.” She sighed deeply and looked at the clock again. Paranoia suddenly coursed though her body. What the fuck was she doing? She knew that she still had time to hide, run behind the building and wait till they came and went. She picked up her duffle and turned around. Before she could take her first step a car pulled up next to her.

It stopped with the handle to the rear door less than a foot from her hand. Morgan peered in through the side window and sure enough there was Charles at the wheel and Arthur seated next to him in the front seat. They were both looking back at her with crooked smiles. Morgan almost jumped when the rear window began inching open with a loud buzz.

Arthur’s voice emanated from the two inch crack, “C’mon in, it’s unlocked.”

Morgan stared down at the metallic door handle.

Habib Jabobo stood behind the counter of his filling station. He was just about to walk outside and gas up the silver sedan that just pulled in. But he realized that it wasn’t there for gas. The pretty young girl who had been standing outside for the last ten minute was now talking with them. Earlier he had watched the young teen dressed in her soccer outfit talk to herself in the reflection. He laughed because he had thought she was talking to him through the window before remembering the reflective glass. She seemed generally distressed, constantly biting her lip and shaking her head. He peered out again at the two businessmen in the car. Perhaps they needed directions. Just as he was about to open the door something very odd happened. The little blonde opened the door and got in the backseat. As he stepped through the door he watched the car pull away. Now why would she get in the car with those two? So very odd. She should know not to get into a car with strangers, who knows what those two men might do to such a pretty defenseless teen. A scenario suddenly formed in his head. Two minutes later he was in the bathroom jerking off to that thought.

Morgan sat in the backseat as they drove off. No one said a word as they drove through town, familiar images passing by her window. When she realized they weren’t headed to Arthur’s house her heart began to race. Yes, this was the dumbest thing she had ever done in her entire life. She could only hope her life would last longer than today. Stupid, stupid, stupid. A short time later the car pulled into a garage of a small house. The garage door was closed even before they got out, engulfing the car in momentary darkness. Morgan thought she was going to pass out. For the first time she felt scared.

Even though the garage was now lit by the soft glow of his car’s interior lights Charles quickly made his way to the overhead light switch.

“Sorry about that, that bulb just blew out this morning” he apologized as he flicked on the garage light. “There, that’s better.”

He watched Arthur and Morgan open their respective doors. Arthur stood up and looked at the dead bulb in the ceiling. “Yeah you just need to change that.” Charles just rolled his eyes at his new friend’s useless comment. Then he noticed Morgan, poor girl looked like a deer in the headlights. Arthur, as stupid as he was, was right about her. She was no pro, heck, not even an amateur, just a naive kid with who knows what kind of issues built up inside. It didn’t really matter what was going on in that sweet little head of hers, as long as he got his cock inside that sweet little cunt of hers.

“Come on in,” he summoned in his most friendly voice.

Morgan looked up at him before closing her door, “Umm, should I leave my bag in the car?”

“No, yeah, just leave it there.” He waved for her to come on.

As soon as Morgan entered the kitchen she knew this was no family home like Arthur’s. Even though it was obvious that things were recently picked up it still held the aura of a mess. This was a single man’s house, no knickknacks, or anything that might pretty-up the place.

“Anything to drink?” Charles pulled open the mostly barren fridge. “Soda, juice, milk?”

“No thank you”, Morgan whispered in reply.

“Arthur, a beer perhaps?”

He Arthur seemed suddenly nervous, “I’ll pass for now.”

Charles nodded his head and smiled, “Fine, let’s go into the living room then.”

Morgan led the way into the living room. Another manly room, much cleaner than the kitchen but also barren of anything feminine. A large stuffy couch, coffee table, reclining chair and big screen television were the main attractions in bland beige room. It seemed that newly installed curtains were drawn across the front bay window, their bright color and stiffness giving away its newness.

Charles sat on one end of the couch and motioned for Morgan to sit at the other. She complied as she sat petitely on the very edge of the cushion. Arthur plopped down in the recliner.

Morgan looked down at her feet and gasped at a clot of dirt that had fallen from her shoes, “Oh my cleats, I’m sorry” She leaned over to take them off.

“No, no no”, Charles gently grasped her arm to stop her. “It’s okay. Leave them on, please. It’s okay.”

Slowly Morgan sat back up and looked back and forth between to the two men.

Arthur couldn’t help but grin like an idiot, again reminding Morgan just how much he looked like the Family Guy.

Charles let out a thoughtful sigh, “This is a little awkward I know, so Arthur why don’t you ... go for a walk or something and come back at,”, he looked at his watch which read 4:20,”come back at quarter after five. That should give me and Morgan some time to get acquainted.”

Arthur was taken by surprise but capitulated. “Uh, sure okay.” He nodded his head and looked at his own watch. He then got up and headed to the door without another word. As he stepped out the front door he took a quick look back at the beautiful doe-eyed girl sitting on the couch. It wasn’t a look of pity, but of envy. The now receding erection in his pants indicated that he had expected to watch. He reluctantly closed the door behind himself and was gone.

The two sat watching the closed door in silence for a moment before Charles broke the quiet.

“So how are you doing Morgan?”

Morgan looked at him. Charles was much different than Arthur. He wore nice slacks and a tailored shirt. His white hair, what was left of it, was trimmed neatly which gave him a gentle appearance as opposed to a completely shaven head which would seem a bit more menacing. She still couldn’t place his age though it had to be late fifties or even sixty, the same age as her, yes, her grandfather.

“I’m okay I guess.”

Charles noticed her looking at his head and smiled, “You know I once had a great head of hair, almost the same color as yours, but alas it was very fine hair and that becomes the first thing to go.”

Morgan forced a smile.

Charles noted the still slightly dirty ground burn on her leg, “So it seemed you girls got pretty beat up today at the game.”

“You were there?”

“Well, we didn’t want to distract you so we watched from the parking lot. You didn’t look at all like the last game we watched ... so if this was a distraction then I apologize.”

“It was just a bad game.” Morgan looked down at the floor, strands of her hair that were no longer in her pony tail hung in her face.

Charles continued, “And to be honest with you I wasn’t sure that you’d be out waiting for us.” He reached over and gently tucked the strands of Morgan’s hair behind her ear, “But I’m really glad you did.”

Charles sighed, “So Morgan, why are you here?”

Morgan looked over at him unsure how to respond.

Charles helped her out, “Well, the money of course. Is there a problem at home?”

“I don’t know, I just need it. You know, college an all. My dad was never a dad and Mom doesn’t make much.”

“Ahh, of course. Morgan, did you ever see the movie Angel?”

Morgan shook her head, “No.”

“It was a movie of a high school girl who was a student by day and a hooker by night.”

Charles noted her look of distress, “But you’re nothing like that at all I now realize.”

Again he reached over and with the tips of his fingers pulled her chin so that she was looking at him, “You’re just a sweet kid that has a ton of shit going on up there.” He said as he playfully tapped her head. “Right?”

Morgan couldn’t help but smile for a moment, “Yeah.” She nodded.

“Have you `been’ with many people?”

She shook her head. “No, not really.”

“How many?”

Morgan seemed embarrassed, “Just him.”

“That’s okay, you’re still quite young and the boys your age are still just getting up to speed.”

Morgan nodded in agreement.

“Did he use a condom?”

Again she nodded, “Oh yes, he had to.”

“Yeah, you don’t need to be getting pregnant do you?”

“I don’t think I can yet anyways. I haven’t, well you know, had my first, yeah you know.”