Chapter 9: Not Quite Home Alone

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

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

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

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

“ ... but Richard will be here so you won’t be left alone.” she said, smiling up at him.

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

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

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

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

“Hi Morgan.” Ted said, putting down his watering can.

“Hi Ted.”

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

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

“No thanks,” she replied “I’ll get something at home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No need to apologise honey, how was your run?”

“It was good, thanks.”

“I’ve heard you leaving every morning.”

“Yeah, I try to go every day.”

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

“Explains what?”

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

“I ... I have to go,” Morgan stammered, “I have to ... have to ... take a shower.”

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

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

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

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

SKINNERCLOTHESOFF: She’s BACK!!!

CUTRIGHT9: Finally!

SLIMPIKENS: Thank Christ!

BIGWIG_WIGBIG: HALLELUJAH!!!

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

SKINNERCLOTHESOFF: lol

SLIMPIKENS: Look at those lips.

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

SLIMPIKENS: Get in line.

BIGWIG_WIGBIG: 8=D--

KILLR_JOE: Already?

CUTRIGHT9: lol

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

Morgan turned away and walked towards her wardrobe, where she knew her whole figure would be in frame. She kicked off hers shoes, followed quickly by her socks, leaving her in only shorts, panties and her sports bra. Morgan slid her shorts down to the floor knowing that she had the complete attention of her audience. She bent over at the waist and opened the bottom draw. She stayed their for a long time, pretending to rummage through the draw, while presenting her voyeurs with a perfect view of her panty-clad, 16 year old ass. She finally rose, holding her towel. Morgan quickly removed her bra and panties, her back still to the camera, and wrapped the towel around her chest. She knew that her audience would be devastated, they would feel cheated, but she had one last treat for them.

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

CUTRIGHT9: IT WASN’T ENOUGH!!!

SKINNERCLOTHESOFF: We’ve still got the after shower to come.

SLIMPIKENS: WAIT! Something’s happening...

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

BIGWIG_WIGBIG: YEEEESSSS!!!!

KILLR_JOE: There they are.

SLIMPIKENS: FUCKIN AMAZING!

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