[UnitJonas]

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.