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Morgan

By: Thall



Morgan had an affliction. It began when she was twelve years old, she began to grow at an alarming rate. Now her mother and father were of normal height, there was not any strange growth stories in their family. Morgan's parents took her to doctors, trying to find out why she was growing. Nothing was ever proven, she was a normal healthy young woman. When she was fourteen she was six one, still a skinny girl who had to suffer the torments of being the tallest girl in school. She never went on dates, boys didn't want to be seen with a girl that towered over them.

By the time she was eighteen she was six-six and had filled out. Boys said dating her would be like climbing a coconut tree to get to the goodies.

Morgan spent a lot of time alone. She had no close friends to confide in, she felt like she was a freak of nature and besides that she was constantly horny, it was like her libido had grown with her size. She was wearing a 44DD bra but on her, her tits didn't look all that big. She could palm a basketball, but didn't have the skill or ability to play. She had to either make her own clothes or save forever to buy one good outfit. She cried when she got shoes because her feet were so big. But the one thing that made her hurt so deep inside, was that she knew in her heart, she would never find a boy that would love her.

They just could not understand the pain she felt.

Other than her height, she was a very pretty young woman, with long chestnut hair that hung down to her shoulders in gentle waves, she had soft green eyes, very long, long legs, a slender body and flat tummy. Men and boys lusted for her, she looked much older than her sixteen years.

Morgan sat by herself under the huge oak tree in the school yard. It was lunch time, she usually sat alone. It was like being seen with her would taint you. She would have loved to have sat in the common area, but she felt strange, like she was sitting at a small child's table.

She had her legs crossed indian style, she was wearing a green t shirt and white shorts that came down to the middle of her thighs. She was eating her first of four sandwiches, she had to eat all the time just so she wouldn't get skinny, she was always hungry, it seemed to her.

"Excuse me, Morgan, can I sit here with you?" the distinctly male voice asked.

Even just sitting her head was level with his tummy. She looked up, shading her eyes.

He was in several of her classes. She had seen him approaching her several times before he turned and ran. He was really shy and quiet. He was just the smartest kid in school and she knew kids were cruel to him too, they called him names like dork and doofus, just because he was not like them. She saw him around with his friends, talking about science fiction and the characters, their fantasy games. He just looked like a normal kid. With dark hair and glasses. He wasn't all that tall either. Probably about five ten a hundred and fifty pounds.

"If you don't mind sitting with a freak." she said going back to her sandwich.

He sat, cross legged like her.

He pulled out his own sandwich and sat staring at her.

Morgan felt his eyes on her. She looked up.

"Look, if your going to sit here, you can't stare at me, it makes me feel weird," she said in an angry voice.

"Sorry, but your anything but weird," he said softly. He lowered his head studying his sandwich.

"Right, just sit over there and check out the freak," she said, she would have thought he would understand what it was like to be made fun of and stared at it.

He looked up at her, his eyes locking on hers.

"Morgan, this is really difficult for me, I'm not very good around girls. I get all tongue tied and embarrassed, but if I don't say this, I don't think I could live with myself," he said taking a bite of his sandwich.

"What? You have a tall joke, did you bet your friends you could get me to blush with one of your crude jokes," she asked sarcastically.

He shook his head.

"I just wanted to tell you, I don't think your a freak, I think your beautiful, I think your the nicest and most beautiful girl I've ever met or seen. I don't like the way other guys talk about you and I've gotten into a few fights because of it. But it isn't my place to defend your honor, so to speak, unless I were dating you," he said.

Morgan sat with her mind in turmoil, her heart was going so fast she thought she would pass out. It was a joke, he was sitting her up for a colossal joke, he was going to get a good laugh out of it.

"You and me? Don't you think that would look kind of stupid?" she asked, gathering her things up.

"Look, I know you think I'm trying to make you look like an idiot. I've had it done to me a few times. You know Allison Jennings, the most stuck up girl in school?" he said.

She nodded her head, waiting.

"When I was twelve, she invited me over to her house, she seemed interested in me. I believed she liked me, because when you're alone, you'll believe anything. She got me out to the pool and told me we could skinny dip. Man was I stupid. I actually stripped to my jockey shorts when out pops the entire football team. They thought it was hilarious." he said smiling at the memory.

"Fine and dandy, but what kind of joke are you pulling on me." she asked.

"I would never pull a joke on you Morgan. I'm trying to ask you out on a date, we can go anywhere you want and I swear I won't pull any jokes on you." he said, his face was burning red and Morgan saw it.

"You want to take me out?" she asked him.

He nodded his head.

"You know everyone is going to laugh at us," she said.

"So, they already do - why should we care what they think?" he asked her.

"Okay, you can come over to my house and help me study," she said.

"Okay," he replied smiling.

They sat eating their sandwiches and when she pulled out her second one, he didn't say anything.

He reached in his paper bag and pulled out a cupcake in a baggy.

He offered it to her.

She took it, noticing her hands were twice as big as his, she pulled her hand back, tucking it between her legs. Why couldn't she have normal hands, why couldn't she just be normal?

* * * * *

They sat on the floor, their books spread out, her mother kept coming by the living room to look in. Her daughter had spent all afternoon trying on different combinations of clothes, she had pulled her hair back into a pony tail.

She had settled on a blouse and khaki shorts, she was barefooted. She knew it was for the boy sitting there gazing at her daughter with his big brown eyes. Her mother had a huge smile on her face. She knew the look of a boy in love, his shy glances and nervous smile. She had bought in snacks and drinks, he was very polite and so nice. She hoped her daughter didn't throw up her defensive walls for this boy. He seemed sincere.

"Here, see this angle isn't longer, it's shorter so you need to use a different triangulation," he told her moving closer to her so his shoulder pressed into her arm, he was pointing with his pencil.

Morgan wasn't paying attention. She was glancing at him. She wanted to trust him but it was so hard. If she did and he hurt her, she would be devastated.

His hand touched hers, he pulled her pencil from her fingers, setting it aside.

Morgan tried to hide her hand again.

He held her wrist and turned her hand over, he placed his palm to hers.

"Big, huh," she said embarrassed.

"No, your hand is perfect," he said caressing her fingers, he used his fingers on hers, he picked her hand up and entwined his fingers with hers.

"See, perfect," he said looking into her face.

She was breathing hard, he was right, it didn't matter.

"I really want to kiss you," he said looking at her lips.

"I don't know how," she whispered, scooting down so their faces were even.

He touched her cheek, she turned her head away.

"Why do you think you're so awful Morgan. You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you. Every time I see you my heart just goes nuts and I get this warm feeling. I couldn't believe I actually asked you for a date. Not because of being made fun of, but because your so beautiful, I just knew you were going to laugh at me." he said touching her lips with his finger tips.

"If you hurt me, I'll kill you," she whispered as he bought his lips closer to hers, she was watching his lips move to hers, she put her free hand on his chest as his lips pressed to her.

Her eyebrows went up. It wasn't a passionate kiss, it was a friendly kiss, lips meeting, his were so soft and moist.

He pulled back with a wet sound. Morgan looked into his eyes.

"That was nice," she said smiling, her cheeks were burning.

"Really, it was my first kiss," he said proud of himself, his hand was on her cheek his thumb under her jaw. He was going on pure guts and balls now. He was in love with Morgan, he had been since they had been little kids, he just never had the guts to approach her. She was just so damned tall and beautiful.

He had a fantasy that she would be the one. She did not know it, but he had a reason for falling in love with her. He too had an affliction, he just couldn't tell her yet.

Morgan was leaning back against the sofa, she wanted another kiss.

He pressed his lips to hers again, she tried pushing her tongue against his lips. He opened his lips and received his first fumbling French kiss, with the girl of his fantasies. It didn't take long before they were kissing like old friends, trying to outdo the other, playing dueling tongues with each other, learning how to move their through each other's lips. Morgan ran her hand through his hair, her arm going around his neck to his back. He was leaning into her and she began to slide over, pulling him with her, he was laying on her side, over her, kissing her, he held himself up on his outstretched arm.

"That will be enough of that." her mother said, after waiting while her daughter got soundly kissed, but before she got carried away.

The two kids jumped. Their breaths coming in quick gasps, Morgan straightened her blouse and giggled happily. She had been caught making out.

"Sorry." he told Morgan and then apologized to her mother.

* * * * *

Standing at the door, she looked down at him, his face was level with her chest, he had to look up at her.

He held her hand in his.

Morgan had her hand on his shoulder.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked her.

She nodded her head, smiling shyly at him.

He crooked a finger at her and she came down, he held the back of her neck as they kissed again. Morgan actually had hope, she liked him, more than a lot, but not in that way, not yet.

He still had some things to prove to her.

* * * * *

"Hey it's mighty mouse, you nailing that moose yet, mighty mouse?" Todd asked him in gym several weeks later. After everyone knew they were dating, after seeing them together holding hands, sitting under the oak tree kissing, after watching him walk her to class, after watching them leave together after school.

Tony ignored Todd. He dried off, his towel around his waist, he tried to wait until everyone was out of the locker room before showering.

He always wore a towel. To cover himself. They thought he was a priss but he had his reasons.

"How do you do it, do you get her on her hands and knees and climb on a chair?" Todd laughed.

"Does she MOO when you nail her?" Todd asked, getting others involved.

Tony pulled his shorts on and then his pants.

"I bet you get lost in that big pussy, god, she must be able to drive a semi in there, how about those big tits, does she slap them upside your head?" Todd wailed in laughter.

Todd was right behind him. Tony turned and it was one hell of a fight. Tony got a bloody nose, a split lip and his knuckles were scraped.

He got suspended for two days, under the no-tolerance policy for fighting.

He got grounded by his parents for fighting, he didn't try to defend why he got into the fight and he didn't call or see Morgan for two days. He couldn't go out or use the phone.

The morning he went back to school, Morgan found him at his locker. She pressed him up against the lockers and held his face while she kissed him hard.

"Are you okay? It's been all over school how you kicked Todd's ass because of me," she said stroking his hair.

"My lip still hurts a little. But I didn't kick his ass," he said.

"Yes you did, everyone says so. People are actually talking to me. They say Todd was really making fun of me and you had him down on the locker room floor kicking his ass. Does this mean your my boyfriend?" she asked him.

He closed his eyes. He lay his head on her chest as she held him close, his arms went around her body.

"I love you Morgan." he admitted to her.

"I love you too." she said softly stroking his hair.

He looked up at her.

She kissed him again smiling around his lips.

* * * * *

Morgan sat on the passenger side of his truck, it had a long bench seat, it was an older truck, yet it ran well, it was ugly of course, primer-ed in spots, a mismatch of colors. Kind of like them.

Her first movie date, she sat with a soda in her large hand, she sat against the door, a long expanse between them.

She was in a turmoil. She trusted him, she loved him more then she ever thought possible. All he had ever done was make her feel special, beautiful, feminine, loved and he had shown her in so many ways that he was completely devoted to her, he had defended her and never asked for payment, he felt it was his duty, she guessed. But he seemed so distant.

"Do I have to come over there?" he asked her. She liked to wear shorts, she had on the white ones she had worn that first day and a simple white blouse, she was actually wearing make-up and nail polish. She had wanted to look beautiful for him.

She scooted over next to him. He took her hand in his.

"Morgan, I need to talk to you," he said squeezing her hand in his.

"Are you going to dump me now?" she asked worriedly.

Tony looked at her, he shook his head.

"No! No, I would never dump you Morgan. But, I do need to talk to you, before we get really involved," he said.

"Okay, as long as your aren't dumping me," she said again.

"Stop it Morgan. I love you and what I have to tell you might make you not like me anymore," he said.

"So just tell me," she said.

"I think I need to show you and I don't want you to get all weirded out okay, I'm just going to show you," he said.

Morgan was getting scared now. She nodded her head.

He took a deep breath. "I would never do, or say, or act in anyway to hurt you Morgan. I have liked you for a long time, because your tall and your beautiful and your a woman, not a little girl. I want you to trust me, I know I can't make you trust me and that the only way to gain your trust is to be honest with you," he said taking a deep breath. She squeezed his hand.

Then he leaned back and pulled his zipper down, he unbuttoned his jeans.

She stiffened.

"No, it's okay, Morgan, I'm just showing you, honey," he said patting her leg.

She looked over, curious now, she had never seen a boys penis before, she had seen her little cousins, but never a young man's.

He raised up and pushed his jeans down.

He pulled his member up, letting it drop along his thigh.

It was nine inches, flaccid.

He looked at her.

"Wow." she said not knowing what she was looking at. He was not hard, maybe he was showing her that she didn't get him excited.

"Morgan, have you ever seen a cock before?" he asked her.

She shook her head.

"Most guys have five to seven inches, it is common. Guys with more than that are considered abnormal, or porn stars, but it's kind of difficult for a normal guy to date porn stars. Most women are unable or unwilling to put something this big inside of them. When I get excited or hard, it gets to be kind of long. Fifteen inches," he said softly.

She looked at him, she looked down at him. She looked into his eyes and it slowly dawned on her.

"You mean, because I'm tall..." she said her hand inching over to his member.

He grabbed her wrist.

He put himself back into his jeans.

"If the time ever comes, I just wanted you to know." he said.

Morgan had a lot to think about.

They made out in front of her house and she even got her hand down to stroke him through his jeans, he stopped her telling her it was quite painful to get an erection and then not being able to take care of it.

So she didn't push the matter.

After she went in, all hot and sweaty from kissing and having wanted him to touch her everywhere, she sat with her mother on the couch.

"He showed me his penis tonight mom," she said distractedly.

"Did anything happen?" her mother asked in a worried tone.

Morgan dismissed it. "No, he wouldn't even let me touch him, he's alright Mom, besides, I think we were made for each other. He has a huge dick, mom," Morgan said looking at her mother.

"Ho...how huge?" she asked her daughter.

"What's the biggest you can imagine taking mom?" Morgan asked.

Her mother felt a little uncomfortable, talking to her daughter about cock size, but her daughter seemed to be in deep thought.

"Well, your father is not huge, but he has a good sized one I find just right for me. He's about six inches, I guess eight inches would be about to much." her mother said.

"Mom, he's nine inches soft." Morgan whispered.

Her mother's jaw dropped, she stared at her daughter.

"Nine inches?" her mother asked awed.

"He says it gets to be fifteen inches when he's excited mom." Morgan said softly.

"Fifteen inches?" her mother asked a little horrified, thinking of her daughter and...fifteen inches!

"Mom, he says he loves me, I don't mean like little kid love. I think he's looking further down the line than just dating me mom," Morgan said looking into her mother face.

"Are you scared by this?" her mother asked searching her daughter's face, but seeing only a far away look in her eyes.

"Mom if he had let me, I would have made love to him tonight, I would have done anything he wanted me to do. But he truly loves me and he doesn't want me to get hurt," she said and tears began to flow from her eyes.

"I don't like the idea of you having sex Morgan, but Tony seems to be in control, he doesn't act or sound like a kid just out to get laid. I think tomorrow we need to get you started on the pill, we probably should have had this talk before. By the way you two act around each other, the sooner the better. it usually takes about eight weeks for them to begin working. I would feel better if you were practicing safety first." her mother told her.

"Eight weeks," she said and she began to smile.

"What?" her mother asked.

"Tony's birthday is in two months, I know what to give him," she said grinning.

They were an item at school, they went to dances together and Morgan met some other girls who told her that they had wanted to talk to her for years but she always seemed so stand offish. She made friends and she liked hanging out with Tony's friends and listening to them talk. Her best time came when he asked her to go to a convention with them and all his friends got together and made her into Xena, Warrior Princes, with the complete outfit.

She won best costume at the convention, she had felt so powerful in her warrior costume.

Tony called her his Amazon warrior princess and she smothered him with kisses and hugs.

Then his birthday came about, which she didn't make a big deal out of. She told him to come to her house at eight o'clock and for him not to eat beforehand, because she was fixing dinner. She had found he didn't care that she had to eat like a horse, she didn't have to act like some skinny little perfect size six model around him.

When he showed up, she was dressed in a tight little white dress that molded to her body and left little to the imagination. She had her hair down and she was wearing lipstick. She took his hand in hers, she pulled him into the house and he thought they were heading to the dining room for dinner. She led him down the hallway to her bedroom, she pulled him in and shut the door.


Morgan



"Stand right there," she said holding his shoulders in her hands.

She reached back and pulled the string on her dress, it fell to the floor, falling a long way to puddle at her ankles.

She was wearing heels and he had to look way up at her. She reached behind her to let her bra loose.

She stood before him, letting him look all he wanted, he was swallowing over and over, his face was turning red. She hooked her panties under her fingers and pushed them down.

He stared at the tuft of reddish hair between her legs.

"Now you Tony." she said in a shaky voice. It was her first time naked in front of a boy. She had thought he would start laughing. But he wasn't laughing. Her boyfriend was staring at her with lust and awe, which only served to turn her on more. He took off his shirt and pushed his jeans and shorts down.

"Oh," she gasped. She placed a hand over her mouth. He was half hard. It was an impressive sight.

She stepped up close to him, towering over him, looking down into his eyes. She placed her hands on his shoulders, his hands went around her waist, resting above her asscheeks. He pulled her closer to him, pressing against her taller body.

"Take off the heels Morgan, please?" he asked her, smiling up at her.

She held his shoulder and lifted her leg one at a time and removing the heels. She stood before him naked from head to foot.

"Tony, this is your nineteenth birthday, I want to give you my most special gift and I would like to take yours." she said, unable to keep her hands off of him. Then she reached down and grasped him in her large hand, now she knew why he thought her hands were perfect and; they were.

She tugged on him, getting him completely hard, she was pulling him up on his tip toes.

Tony groaned and buried his face in her breasts. They were so wonderful, so big and perfectly round with large erect nipples, the were coral pink.

Morgan lowered her face to his.

She pressed her lips to his. Morgan could feel him getting longer, thicker in her hand, she had no idea what she was doing, but it felt right and he felt right in her hand.

"Morgan, honey, you better stop..." he groaned into her mouth, his hips driving his member through her clenching fist.

He grabbed her wrist, but it was to late. He felt his balls begin pumping, he shot a long ropey string of thick cum juice up his tummy and chest.

Morgan pulled and pushed, she could feel his hot cum juice striking her own belly. It felt like acid, burning her skin. She pulled again and again and he didn't stop, six, seven times and he just seemed to explode each time, he was gripping her arm, his body shuddering with each blast as though he were recharging for another group of blasts. Eight, nine, ten, eleven, each as strong as the last, drenching their bodies in fluid. Then he sagged against her body.

She cradled his head to her, stroking his hair. She kept stroking him, feeling him begin to dribble over her hand. She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him close, his juice slick between their bodies. Now that she had him in her grip, she was unwilling to turn loose, she loved the feeling of his member in her hand.

"Sorry, I never did that before." he gasped.

"Well, it was impressive, I guess, never having did that before myself, are you finished for the night?" she asked disappointedly.

She was really looking forward to loosing her virginity with this young man whom she was so totally in love with. Her own mother had conspired with her to give her this night alone with him.

"No," he said laughing and nuzzling her chest as he pulled her as tight as he could to his body.

Morgan smiled as he pushed her back to her bed, he made her sit and then knelt before her on his knees. He felt like he was worshipping her, he put his hands on her knees, she placed her hands over his, still afraid. No man had ever seen her private area before. But this was no boy, this was her boyfriend, her love, she trusted him and so when he gently pried her knees apart, she covered her eyes, she felt her legs part. Cool air caressed her, still he pushed her wider, then pushed her legs up, his hands behind her knees.

"Oh Morgan, you're beautiful," he gasped running his hand over her mound, his fingers running over her lips, she had shaved all but a tuft at the top of her mound.

Morgan held her legs up and out, she bent her knees back, holding herself open. She looked down with a grin on her face.

"Really?" she asked.

Tony raised up, looking at her. He started to giggle, actually giggling at her, he nodded his head.

Morgan's face flushed bright red.

"Tony, you don't have to..." she started to say, but was cut off.

"Just lay back, I don't know what the hell I'm doing and for the record, I know I don't have to...I really want to eat your pussy Morgan, I have dreamed about it, I have prayed for it and just look at you..." he whispered in a strained voice.

He softly touched her mound, running his hand through her fine feathery hair, feeling her pussy lips moisten with his touch.

He continued to rub, feeling her lips loosen and then grow wetter, he rubbed over a bump, her clit, he concentrated his rubbing there, watching her closely.

Morgan bit her full bottom lip, she closed her eyes and a little moan escaped her lips. She tried to bite it back, but it felt so strange, so good.

She felt his hot breath on her lips, then his tongue gently ran up between her lips, separating them. Cautiously at first, as if tasting. Then she felt him bury his face between her legs. She giggled and felt herself tense, his fingers stroked and explored.

Tony was feasting on her sweet juices, she smelled excited, musky, the armoa filled his senses, he was doing this, he was making her excited. She was giving herself to him. All for him. He would do anything for her, he would have gladly just been content to be with her, to lavish his love on her without the physical act. He didn't want to hurt her.

But this was heaven, being between her legs, tasting her, giving her pleasure. He sucked on her swollen pussy lips, his tongue delved and explored, trying to suck the juices from her, he moved up and wrapped his lips around her clit, he sucked at it, using his tongue over her nubbin of flesh. That got her moving, her hips began to heave. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, his hand went up to her breasts, he had to reach, pushing his face tighter to her pussy. He grasped her breasts and she squealed when he twisted her erect swollen nipples in his fingers. Rather hard.

"Tony, my God, that's so good. Don't stop!" she begged holding his forearms in her large hands.

Like he would ever even think of doing anything so stupid. His face was covered in her copious juices. She was leaking like a faucet under his mouth and tongue. She started to groan loudly.

"Tony, what...Oh there...right there...right there." she moaned grasping his head in her hands, her legs tightened around his head, he felt like he was going to pass out. The aroma, the pressure the feeling of complete giveness on her part. Her hips began to raise and he followed her, licking, sucking, chewing, trying to get inside of her, his nose rubbed her clit.

Morgan screamed her hips rotating and bucking, she held his head tightly to her pussy lips. She couldn't talk, her orgasm was tearing through her big body, making her feel so good, so much like a woman. She came, her juices squirting out, drenching his face and chin. Tony tried to suck all her juices from her.

Tony felt her drop and her legs went relaxed about him. He continued licking her, through her little shudders and moans. Then she was pulling him up by his arms, he lay over her body, trying not to come into contact with her down there with his erection. He didn't know how far she wanted to go.

Her tongue tasted herself on his lips and mouth, she thought she had a nice taste.

"Come on." she said scooting back on the bed, keeping her arms around him, she lay in the middle of her bed. Her legs spread wide.

"What now?" he asked her, resting his head on her shoulder, staring into her eyes.

"Now? I want you to fuck me," she said giggling at her words.

"Are you sure? Really?" he asked her raising up off her body.

Morgan nodded her head.

"I love you Tony, I never thought anyone was going to come along and find me. If you want me, I'm yours." she said shyly, but her eyes were lusting for him.

"If I want you!" he yelled, she saw the tears in his eyes. "If I want you?" he asked again softly. He lowered his forehead to hers. "I don't want you." he said sadly.

Morgan gasped, she was pushing on his shoulders.

"Morgan, stop, I don't want you, I need you. So much, I want to give you my heart and my soul. I found you and nothing matters to me but you. Love isn't the word I feel for you. It's such a little word to describe how I feel about you. I goolgody you." he said smiling into her eyes.

"What is that?" she asked still holding his shoulders.

"Love a million times stronger. I think about you constantly, other girls are uninteresting little nothings compared to you, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't concentrate. I write your name all the time. I try to watch you when you can't see me. I desire you. Do I want you?" he scoffed and kissed her hard trying to put all his need and feelings he had for her into the single kiss.

"I goolgody you more than that," she said running her hands over his back, feeling the muscles there. Down to his ass cheeks. She squeezed them in her hands.

"I don't have a rubber," he said.

"I'm on the pill, but you have to promise me Tony, and this is non-negotiable. That your a virgin, and you won't sleep around on me," she said.

"I swear to god on a hundred bibles Morgan, I won't hurt you that way, ever," he groaned as he felt her hugging him hard, crushing him to her larger body.

"Put it in and let's see if this is going to work," she said pushing him up finally.

Tony struggled up to his knees, he sat back, his hands on her now spread legs at her knees. He couldn't believe it, his heart was hammering in his chest. The sight of her naked, laying out before him, the way she was looking at him, her breathing was ragged.

Her pussy was all red and swollen, glistening with her juices, his cock was just touching her lips, he moved his hips, dragging his cock back and forth over the red swollen lips, then pushing gently, the head entering her.

"Go really slow honey," she said raising up, her arms behind her holding her up.

She had a long slender body, her tummy was flat almost concave.

Tony reached to flick her clit as he pushed in.

Morgan looked at his face, he looked at her and they both smiled.

"I think this is going to change our lives," she whispered.

"You've already changed mine Morgan." he gasped as he pushed by her tight opening, he pressed against her hymen.

He pushed then pulled back, he fingered her clit harder, Morgan moaned louder.

"Put it in, please put it in baby," she gasped laying back, the feelings to intense for her to stand.

Tony pushed harder and felt himself begin to enter her, her maidenhead separated.

Morgan felt a pinprick of pain and then immense pleasure. She could feel him filling her, pushing her pussy walls apart.

In and in he pushed, she felt stuffed, the feeling was strange at first, she could feel him throbbing inside of her. She reached down to feel how much was still outside of her.

Her eyes went wide, he was only about halfway, she had more cock inside of her than her mother had ever dreamed of. She wondered if her pussy would be able to take him. She felt completely full, but not satisfied yet.

"Push harder Tony, get it all inside of me if you can." she groaned. She was pulling at his shoulders, her legs were wide apart, she bought them down to his ass, her heels digging in. She used her hands on his ass, trying to pull more of him in. She was sweating like a horse, her auburn hair messed up, tousled and sticking to her face. Morgan licked her lips.

"Don't want to hurt you," he groaned through gritted teeth.

She knew right then, at that moment, that her heart could not contain the love she felt for him, she was his, until he tired of her. Until he tired of the novelty of fucking a big girl.

"Take me Tony, take me," she groaned humping her hips up at him as he sank even further into body. She need not have worried, neither of them. His cock was made for her pussy, it was a custom fit, perfectly matched, when his nuts pressed against her asshole, she felt completely stuffed. Morgan screamed and began to laugh.

"That's it," he moaned into hair as she raised up, her hands on his sides, holding him up.

"Jesus Christ, aren't we a pair," she laughed.

Then he pulled out with a sucking sound that turned them both on, she was so wet, he was able to slide out and then gently push in again.

Morgan groaned, she didn't like being empty. She wanted him to shove his cock into her and hold it there while she worked her pussy around it. The feeling was incredible. He stretched and filled her to capacity. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. He was her lover now, not her boyfriend, that was so juvenile, she was a woman now with a lover.

Morgan began fucking him, humping her hips up at him, her knees rocking his body. She wrapped him up in her arms and legs.

Tony felt her tits, squeezing them, pulling, tweaking her nipples. He didn't think he was going to be able to hold out to long. She was incredibly tight and so sexy. She attacked his lips, eating him, pulling on his tongue.

Tony began to fuck her with long strokes, stoking her fire. Morgan met his thrust with thrusts of her own. Burying his cock deep inside of her long cuntal tube. The sounds they generated was squishy and sucky. She was not distended to the max, but he was filling her better than she ever thought possible. She was excited and horny. She was in love. She wanted this for him, to make him feel good and he wanted this for her, to make her feel good.

They had a good rhythm going, he was actually fucking his dream girl, his girlfriend, his woman, he was taking her, he was making her his.

"Take...my...cunt, fuck me harder," Morgan grunted embarrassed by her crude words.

Tony worked his cock harder inside of her, twisting his hips, then he started to fuck her. Really fuck her, slamming inside of her.

Morgan squeezed her eyes shut. The pleasure was overwhelming her.

Her entire body was being buffeted, her large tits bounced beneath his chest, he was unable to pull back very far, their bodies would not allow it. He was ramming her hard, his nut sack slapped her wet asshole, her juices were flowing freely.

"Nuh, uh, uh, uh, please...please...oh God...please...don't stop!" she cried running her hands over his body, through his hair. She couldn't touch him everywhere at once, she felt the tears rolling from her eyes. She had never felt so fucking wanton in her life. She was giving herself over to his driving thrusts, she tried to hold back, but he was tearing her soul and her pussy to pieces.

Her body, was on fire. She felt the pressure building, she had experienced three orgasms in her life, two by her own fingers and one with his mouth on her sex, now she knew they were nothing compared to what was building inside of her.

Her feet were pointed at the ceiling, her legs were thrown wide as she kicked her legs trying to fuck him back, but he was out of control, he dropped to her chest as she pulled him down, her mouth clamping to his for a wide open mouthed kiss, she didn't care anymore, he couldn't fuck her hard enough and he was pounding her to death.

"Tooooonnnnnnnnyyyyyyyy!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her body collapsed in on itself, her eyes rolled back, her body went writhed and shook beneath him. Her hips raised up, her feet dropped to the bed, she pushed up, enveloping him within her body. Her pussy gave up, it clamped down around his his entire length, pulsating about his girth and length.

"Do it...do it... fuck me Tony, I'm cumming honey." she cried tossing her head.

Tony buried his face in her neck, his hot breath searing her skin. She screamed as she came, her juices spurted out, drenching his balls and her inner thighs, she fucked back at him with all her strength, then she collapsed beneath him. His stroking stopped and he held himself inside of her.

She was breathing raggedly, her heart pumping hard. She was floating now, hugging him to her tightly as she whimpered and cried. She opened her eyes and smiled shyly at him.

She turned her face so she wouldn't have to look in his eyes. She felt like a whore, the way she had talked and acted.

Tony stroked the hair from her face, he kissed her cheek and neck. She lay unmoving beneath him just riding him now.

"Fuck, we didn't break anything did we?" he asked her looking around.

She was silent.

"What's wrong Morgan, are you okay? Oh shit, did I hurt you?" he asked trying to pull out of her.

Morgan was crying softly. Her arms around his neck. She shook her head.

"Was it that bad?" he asked her.

Morgan shook her head again unable to speak, she was confused.

"Your so beautiful Morgan, I'm sorry if I keep telling you, your face is all flushed and your so wet inside." he whispered stroking her face with his hands, he turned her face so she was looking at him.

"I'm sorry." she cried pulling him down to her, she put her face in his neck and held him.

"Sorry? For what?" he asked.

"I didn't make you shoot inside of me. I wanted it so much Tony," she sobbed.

"Well don't cry, I'm not finished with you yet," he said teasing her lips with his.

Morgan began to smile as she realized he was still moving inside of her. He still wanted more of her.

"Morgan, can you get on your hands and knees?" he asked.

She looked scared. "I don't think I'm ready for that," she warned him.

"I know, I want to put it in your pussy from behind," he said blushing.

She nodded her head and he pulled from her with a wet sucking sound. She quickly got to her hands and knees, she shoved her ass up into the air, wiggling it for him.

Tony spread her thighs more, he stared at her red swollen pussy lips, the lips were distended in excitement and she was so wet, he could see inside of her. He pressed two fingers inside of her.

"Get your fucking cock in me," she cried looking over her shoulder at him.

"Yes, ma'am!" he chuckled getting into position.

He slid into her easily, they both began working together, she slammed her ass back at his tummy, he grunted with the effort, the air being knocked from him as he grabbed his woman's hips and began to ram his cock into her.

"God damn Morgan, this is the best birthday present in the world!" he said watching his cock go in and out of her, her juices coated his driving cock, the way her lips distended around him made him hotter, he was holding back wanting her to orgasm again, with him. He gritted his teeth and slammed into her harder. He raised up, standing, he bent over her and grasped her tits underneath her, he used his thighs to fuck straight down into her, his cock like a baseball bat inside of her.

Morgan felt the familiar heat rising in her. She was going to cum again.

"Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnng," she wailed beating the bed with her fists.

"Shit, wait, shit, shit." Tony groaned feeling her start to clamp down, he thrust hard and deeply, driving her forward, her knees coming off the bed with each slam into her solid body.

"Nooooooooooooo!" she cried when she felt him thrust deeply into her, his hands were outstretched over the bed on the wall, it was just her pussy and his cock connecting them together. He felt his nuts rumble and then he was pissing cum into her pussy. More than when she had held him.




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Morgan screamed at the top of her lungs, over and over as each scalding hot stream of cum juice poured into her, filling her, swamping her pussy, going straight to her womb, soaking into her pussy walls, then leaking out down her spread lips to the bed below, coating her thighs with his goodness.

Tony sank to his knees his cock slipping from her, he lay his face on her ass, his hands stroking her thighs. She slowly fell over. Tony moved up and took her in his arms from behind, cuddling her, holding her tits in his hands, massaging them, being careful, he had been a little rough on her.

Morgan wiggled back against him sighing deeply. Tony kissed her neck, pulling her hair back so he could get at the smooth skin. Morgan reached back to hold his head in her hand.

"Do you think I'm a whore, or a slut?" she asked softly.

"No, don't you ever say that, your sweet and beautiful and I goolgody you," he told her in a soft voice. Filled with emotion.

Morgan smiled and closed her eyes, she was so tired.

"Happy Birthday, big boy," she sighed as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Tony rested his chin on her shoulder, he closed his eyes and wondered if Morgan would want to learn how to suck cock, he had dreamed of it for so long, but that was for another day. Right then, his cock was out of commission, but he would be ready after a nap. He snuggled up to Morgan and closed his eyes.

To Be Continued...



Morgan



Chapter 1

The BMW pulled into the carpark and rolled to a stop. Morgan Vech looked at his passenger.

"God I wish we didn't have to do this!" He moaned, The girl sitting beside of him grinned.

"Stop worrying dad. It won't be that bad."

Morgan had finalised the sale of his business to Raygorn Designs this afternoon. The dinner this evening at an expensive club was to formally seal the deal. Morgan had always hated this sort of formal event, he would much rather sit at home with a mug of tea and a good book.

The dinner was with George and Claire Raygorn, Morgan had met Mrs Raygorn before and her predatory look had disturbed him somewhat. When he had described her to his eighteen year old daughter she suggested she pose as his date for the evening. Feeling more than a little guilty excitement Morgan had agreed.

Morgan helped Sally out of the car and couldn't help but admire his beautiful daughter. She wore a strapless dress in a deep blue, her golden hair was down and tumbled across her bare shoulders. Sally had a well proportioned pretty face but it was her large eyes that always captivated people, they were the most unusual green eyes Morgan had ever seen.

"You look stunning tonight love." He said at last.

"Mmmm, he finally noticed." Sally replied with a laugh. "C'mon let's get in before you change your mind."

Smiling Morgan linked arms with his daughter and walked towards the club. He had noticed over the last few months that Sally had not been going out as much as she used too and seemed to prefer to stay at home with him. He figured being close to her father was just part of her way of dealing with her mothers untimely death, Morgan's way of dealing with his grief had been to throw himself into his work. His company, already successful, had rapidly grown under his unending efforts, it had recently come to Raygorn designs attention and they had made Morgan an offer he couldn't refuse.

Morgan had by that point worked out his grief and was ready for a fresh start, he was ready for a new challenge.

Morgan led Sally into the club and told the concierge that they were here as guests of Mr Raygorn. They were politely shown to a table close to a large dance floor where the Raygorns waited for them. Their host stood as they approached and held his hand out to Morgan. Morgan went to shake hands with the older man.

"George, it's good to see you again." Morgan was just about to introduce Sally as his date when she interrupted him.

"Hi you MUST be George, hi ya, and you must be Claire, I'm Mrs Vech, but pleeeze call me Sally." Morgan was stunned for a moment, Sally was an intelligent well spoken girl with a degree in applied Mathematics, yet now she sounded like a total airhead.

He could see Claire looking annoyed as he greeted her, it obviously wasn't in her plan to have Morgan's wife here for the evening. To Morgan's surprise he enjoyed the meal far more than he had expected to, George was called away from the table several times to take calls and every time Sally was all over him, by the end of the meal Morgan was sure he had more of Sally's lipstick on his face than she did. All this time Claire was looking more and more annoyed at being ignored until she told her husband she had a headache and to call a taxi for her.

The next time George was called away to the phone Sally pulled Morgan onto the dance floor. There were several other couples dancing to some soft music a band was playing so Morgan didn't feel too uncomfortable dancing with his daughter.

Morgan held Sally as they danced slowly, he tried to ignore the firm young breasts pressing against his chest, but his body had noticed, Morgan felt his cock stiffen in his trousers. Sally's head rested on his shoulder and Morgan could feel her warm breath across his neck, he suppressed a groan as he found himself getting turned on by the young woman in his arms.

Sally felt his hardness pressing into her groin and chuckled into Morgan's ear.

"I think I like being Mrs Vech." She whispered to him.

Morgan felt goosebumps rise on his neck, "What the hell did Sally mean by that!" he thought.

"Um, wouldn't that uh be awkward when you're dating some guy." he stammered.

Sally pulled back and looked Morgan in the eye.

"I'm not dating anyone, Alice and I are waiting for Mr Right before we go all the way."

"Uh, so um you're, I guess I um thought you had." Morgan's brain was whirling. "Uh I um thought you and Alice um."

"What gay? no we have fun together, but like I said we are waiting for Mr Right."

Morgan tried to relax as Sally returned her head to his shoulder.

"So, how will you know when you find him?" he asked curiously.

"Oh we've already found him, the problem is getting him to notice us." Sally brought her head around to face him again. "We've both tried everything we can think off except..."

"Ex..." Morgan was just about to speak when Sally's mouth covered his, Morgan was stunned as he felt Sally's tongue slide around in his mouth. When she pulled away they just stared at each other.

"What, what was that for?" Morgan gasped at last. His cock was painfully hard in his trousers as his daughter held him tightly to her slim body.

"Well we've tried every way we can think of to get you to notice us." Sally said grinning at her stunned father.

"Us?"

"Yeah, me and Alice. You just wait till you see her naked, she has got the sweetest pussy you have ever tasted."

"Sally!" Morgan groaned as his cock twitched against her.

"Mmm, I guess daddy likes that thought." she giggled then moved back to kiss him again.

"Jesus Sally, I'm going to have an accident if you keep this up." Morgan told his daughter when she stopped kissing him.

"No self control daddy?"

"Christ, it's been four years since I last danced like this with a beautiful woman!" Morgan blushed as he spoke.

"God dad, you mean you haven't been with anyone since mum?"

"No sweetheart, it took me a long time to get over losing your mum. You know I've never been a big one for going to clubs or pubs, so I've not been with anyone since." This time it was Morgan who closed the gap between them, they kissed again as they danced slowly.

When they parted Sally stepped away from Morgan and took his hand. Without saying anything she led him towards the door.

"Are you ok love?" Morgan asked, he was suddenly worried that his daughter was angry with him for kissing her, yet she had been kissing him in the same way.

Sally smiled at her father over her shoulder. "I'm fine Morgan, I just need some fresh air."

Morgan had no choice but to follow his daughter out to the carpark, she led him up to Morgan's car and pressed him back against it as she kissed him with a hunger that left Morgan breathless. Breaking the kiss Sally dropped to her knees and after a moments fumbling drew his length out from his trousers.

"Oh it's beautiful!" she whispered, her hot breath bathing his erect cock. She seemed to examine him for a moment before Sally's soft lips enveloped his bulbous head. Morgan leaned back against the car and groaned as Sally's tongue explored his glans, at the same time her hand began slowly running up and down his shaft.

Morgan guessed that Sally had never sucked a cock before, but her inexperience wouldn't be a problem for Morgan. Several years without a woman plus the very thought that it was his own daughter's lips wrapped around his cock head was enough to bring Morgan to the edge in less than a minute.

"Oh Jesus, I'm gonna cum babe!" He gasped as he felt his balls contract. Morgan expected Sally to take her lips off of him and finish him off in a cloth or a handkerchief, but Sally just increased the suction on his cock as she tried to vacuum out his sperm. Morgan gasped and jerked his hips as he fired his seed into his daughters waiting mouth.

Through the haze of sensations he could hear Sally swallowing hard as his cock fired rope after rope of his come into her throat. The idea that his Sally was swallowing his load intensified his orgasm and left Morgan gasping for breath as he leant heavily on his car.

With a final kiss to the tip of his cock Sally tucked him away and stood in front of her father. She grinned at him.

"Tasty, I liked that."

Morgan pulled her towards him to kiss her, just before their lips met Morgan saw a thick dribble of his seed at the corner of her mouth. Morgan mentally shrugged, if she could swallow his cum this little bit wouldn't hurt him. He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her, as their tongues entwined Morgan could taste himself, just the taste of his cum in her mouth had Morgan hard again in moments. Sally groaned and pressed her crotch hard into his crotch. Pulling away she looked at her father.

"You have to wait until we get home for anymore. Now we had better get back to finish our dance." Sally took Morgan's hand and started towards the door, Morgan just followed stunned.

When they were back on the dancefloor Morgan finally managed to speak.

"Sally I'm sorry, that was so wrong of me." he whispered holding the girl tightly to him as they swayed to the music.

Sally pulled back and looked him in the eye, for a second Morgan imagined her eyes flashed with anger.

"Don't you dare!" She hissed. "It's taken me a long time to get to this point. Don't you dare say it was wrong! And anyway, how can it be wrong of you, it was me that started that and I finished it." without waiting for an answer Sally kissed him fiercely, her tongue snaking out to claim his.

"Jesus, I'm so confused. I know it's wrong to do this but I want you so much." Morgan gasped as she released his mouth.

"Morgan, I know I'm not really your daughter, so how can it be wrong?"

"You know? How?" Morgan was shocked yet again.

"Mum told me just before she died, I was pretty sure and I asked her, I also told her why I needed to know. She approved of this, although she didn't know about Alice."

"She approved, you mean she thought we should..." Morgan trailed off unsure how to put his chaotic thoughts into words.

"I told mum I was certain you were not my father, but I needed to know for sure." Sally kissed Morgan again. "She wanted to know why, so I told her I loved you and wanted to marry you and have your children. Mum thought it was a great idea and gave me a message to give to you."

Morgan blinked, "A message?"

"Yep, she told me to tell you not to wait so long this time!"

"I think it's time we got out of here." Morgan told Sally

Spotting George returning Morgan led Sally back to their table.

"Morgan, Sally, I am so sorry about this evening, I knew I should have never told the office where I would be." George said as they approached.

"It's not a problem, we've had a lovely evening, thank you. Um we've got to get going now. It's been nice doing business with you George." Morgan said smiling.

"You too Morgan, Sally it's nice to have met you. Well goodnight then." After handshakes and farewells Morgan and Sally got back to his car.

When the car turned out of the carpark Sally looked over to the man she had always called her father.

"Would you tell me?" she asked.

Morgan looked puzzled. "Tell you what?"

"How you ended up living with mum and raising a child who isn't your own."

Morgan looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't mind, um where do I start."

"I had been living with foster parents for years. I think I was fifteen when Mary, my foster mother had a heart attack and died. Pete and I were both in a bad way for a while, trying to get over her death. I was supposed to stay with them until I finished college at eighteen, but just after my sixteenth birthday I came home and found that Pete had given in to his grief and had hanged himself in the garage."

Sally put her hand on Morgan's arm as he drove. "That must have been tough, loosing them both so quickly."

"Yeah it was a bit rough, I had been living with them for ten years by then. They had even tried to adopt me, but although they were considered good enough to love and care for me, by the rules they were too old for adoption."

"God that's stupid!"

"Yeah but then rules quite often are. What I didn't know at the time was that when Pete found out they couldn't adopt me he changed their will to make me the benefactor so when I got to eighteen I would inherit two houses and a reasonable lump of cash. They had never been able to have children and had no one else to leave their money to."

"It took me a while to get over Pete's death, it was hard but I could sort of understand it. Mary was and always had been his life, without her he was lost. I know he loved me in his way, but without his Mary he couldn't cope." Morgan's face looked grim. "I know how he felt, I felt the same way when Susan died."

Sally sighed heavily and rested her head on his shoulder, her hand gently stroked his arm.

"You mean you wanted to..." She asked hesitantly.

Morgan tried to smile at her. "I don't think it was so much that I wanted to, some days it seemed that it was the only way out of the darkness. But I knew what I had gone through when Pete killed himself and I couldn't do that to you. Anyway that's not the story I'm trying to tell."

"Um, about two months after Pete died I was living in a small one bedroom flat, I was working for a small printers. They had taken me on as an office gofer."

"Gofer?"

"Yeah you know go-fer this, go-fer that. Well anyway, they had a lot of computers there for various jobs, office work, typesetting, all sorts. I remember it was a Friday morning that the Pc that ran the colour separation software went pop."

"The what?" Sally asked confused.

"Uh, you know your printer at home uses a black cartridge and three colour cartridges."

"Yeah, but it doesn't need a special computer or software to do it."

"Yeah it does, I installed it for you when you got the machine. Well anyway. With this sort of printing you sort of generate several separate images. One image would only have the red bits, one the blue and so on. Then these images are sent to separate machines in the printer and printed one on top of the other."

"And this Pc broke yeah."

"Well someone spilled their coffee on it."

Morgan pulled into his drive and parked the car.

"Let's get inside at get a drink before we carry this on." Morgan said as he opened Sally's door.

"Ok." Sally kissed his cheek as she climbed out of the car.

Chapter 2A

Saul Roberts was on the phone when Morgan brought him his coffee.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't get here 'till Tuesday. Phil we are at a standstill here, the client wants these brochures Monday morning and we still have half of them to do!" Saul shouted down the phone.

"Well fuck you then if that's your attitude. I'll get some other fucker to do them." Saul slammed the phone down. "Asshole!"

"Um, Mr Roberts." Morgan said, he was a nerdy little kid with thick framed glasses and a timid manner.

Saul's face softened a little, he wasn't usually prone to anger and felt a little embarrassed at being caught ranting like that. He sighed heavily.

"Sorry Morgan but I am a bit busy at the moment."

"Uh I guess, but I think I can fix the separation Pc for you." Morgan flushed.

Saul looked at him in surprise.

"You can?"

"Well there's a spare Pc in the design office that's the same as that one. If the hard drive on the separator isn't damaged then I can just swap them over. If it is then I would have to install the software on the other Pc and then run the backup."

"Backup?" Saul looked confused.

"Yeah, where the files on the Pc are saved just in case something goes wrong." Morgan felt more confidant now he was on familiar territory.

"Well Phil comes in about once a month and does something to the accounts computers would that be it?" Saul asked.

"Uh probably not, you don't have running backup?"

"I don't think so what is it?"

"Um, for this you would probably use a tape streamer to record certain data, like the separated images. Then if something goes wrong you just pick a point and restore the stuff you lost."

"How long will it take to get us up and running again?" Saul asked hopefully.

"Depends Mr Roberts. If the hard drive got fried about three hours to re install and run the separation again. If the drive is good about half an hour, maybe forty five minutes to change everything over."

Saul Roberts smiled at the kid. "Well get on with it then!"

Morgan was lucky, after connecting up the replacement Pc he swapped over the drives and powered up the machine. He carefully watched the green characters stream down the screen as the machine went through it's startup routine. When no error messages popped up he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thirty five minutes later the press started running.

An ecstatic Saul thanked Morgan.

"How do you know so much about this stuff." he asked the embarrassed kid.

"Well it's kind of a hobby, I was going to go to college to study computers, but, well you know."

Saul felt a bit sorry for the kid. He knew what had happened to his parents. It was a hell of a lot for a kid to go through.

"How would you feel about doing a day release course?" he asked, an idea forming in his head.

"I would love to! but I don't think I can afford it. I mean I will have some money when I get to eighteen. Until then most of what I earn goes on rent, I can't afford to drop a day."

"Well I tell you what, leave it with me until next Friday. In the meantime can you find out what these tape thingies you said about will cost and how to get them installed. Ok."

Morgan grinned. "Ok boss."

That evening Morgan decided to go out. The local YMCA ran an under eighteens disco every Friday night and Morgan would go every few weeks, every time he would go home on his own and swear he wouldn't go again.

The place was crowded as usual, Morgan got himself a coke and went upstairs. Finding a space at the railing he leant on it and watched the dancers below. Eventually he spotted Susan Anderson at the edge of the dancefloor talking with her boyfriend. Morgan had loved her from afar for several years now, but had never got up the nerve to do more than nod and mumble hello whenever they passed each other. She always replied with a smile that made Morgan go weak at the knees, he would flush and rush away.

To Morgan it looked like they were arguing, after a bit the guy gave Susan a shove and walked over to another girl to talk to. Susan stared at his back for a moment then with her head in her hands made her way to the exit.

Morgan watched the girl leave, concern for the girl and he had to admit a little curiosity prompted him to follow her. Outside of the club he couldn't find any sign of her.

A few yards away Morgan could see a guy he had gone to school with, he didn't know John that well but at least he wasn't one of the crowd that used to take the piss out of Morgan all the time. Wishing he didn't have to, Morgan walked over to John and his friend.

"Uh, hi John. You haven't seen a girl come this way have you?" Morgan asked nervously.

"Nah, not anything decent anyway. Only the slut heading for the beach. Probably gone to meet a customer." John and his friend laughed, then laughed even harder when they saw Morgan flush with embarrassment.

"Hah, I bet I know who the customer is now. Better hurry if you want to get a bit mate, at least it's safe for a bit." John and his mate burst into laughter as they watched Morgan hurrying out to the beach.

Stumbling over the shale of the beach Morgan spotted a huddled shape and made his way over to it. As he approached he could hear Susan sobbing.

"S-Susan are you ok." Morgan asked when he got within five feet of her, he could see her shivering in the thin top she wore.

Without looking over at him she answered. "L-leave m-me al-al-alone. P-P-Please." her shoulders heaved as she sobbed.




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Morgan quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Up close he could see that her hair was matted and greasy and her clothes were dirty. He was also aware that she didn't smell too clean. Morgan dropped to sit beside her, Susan looked surprised and pulled the jacket tightly around her.

"Thanks, um Morgan isn't it?" she smiled weakly at him. "You don't want to be seen with me you know."

"Why what's happened, I saw you leave the YM, and you looked upset."

Susan laughed bitterly.

"Upset, you think I'm upset, how the fuck do you expect me to feel?" She demanded anger making her face flush.

"I-I'm sorry, uh I guess." Morgan stammered.

Susan looked closely at him.

"You didn't know did you? Oh Jesus, I'm sorry Morgan." Susan smiled weakly.

"What's happened, I mean you look, um..."

"A mess, yeah I know. Um I got knocked up that's what."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, oh, now you can call me a slut and storm off like everyone else."

"I don't understand." Morgan said looking down at the sand.

"Well that's what everyone else has said. Graham put it about that it wasn't his and that I was sleeping around. He even told my folks that. They kicked me out on Monday and I've been ... been s ... sleeping on t ... the beach since." Susan's tears started again. Without thinking Morgan put his arm around her and pulled her close. Susan let him and cried into his chest. Eventually her tears stopped, Morgan was about to remove his arm when he noticed Susan's breathing had slowed.

Morgan sat there for a moment wondering what to do with the sleeping girl in his arms. Eventually he decided to try and take her back to his flat, at least she could get cleaned up. Gently laying Susan down he found a rucksack a few yards behind her that he figured was probably hers. Pulling on the rucksack he bent down a tried to pick Susan up. Morgan was surprised at how light she felt in his arms. He kept to the back streets as he went, judging from the reactions to Susan that he had already heard he decided that it would be best not to be spotted.

About halfway home Morgan leant back against a wall and wished he could do something about his leaden arms, it suddenly occurred to him that if she were to wake up like this Morgan could easily end up in trouble. Shrugging his shoulders he pushed off from the wall and headed home.

Chapter 2B

Susan woke suddenly, for the first time in a week she was warm and in a comfortable bed, she stretched her sore muscles. She suddenly sat up with a start, where was she? The last thing she remembered was some guy's arm pulling her tight as she cried. Who was it? Oh yeah that geeky guy, sort of sweet but very shy, um Morgan that was it.

Susan looked around her, the room was quite plain but clean and tidy. Which was more than you could say for her. Susan looked down at herself, she was still wearing the skirt and top she had left home in on Monday. A panic gripped her, where was her stuff, she relaxed when she saw her pack just behind the bedside cabinet.

She realised that Morgan must have got her here and put her to bed, in his own bed, and in this state. His bed was gonna stink now. What the hell would his parents think, he was what fourteen fifteen and brought home a pregnant slut. Jesus is that guy ever going to be in trouble with his folks.

Susan clambered out of bed and grabbed her pack. Pulling it on she nervously opened the door.

Chapter 2C

Morgan stood at his little cooker warming some soup, he had checked on Susan a few minutes ago and thought she would wake up soon. When he heard the bedroom door open he turned towards it smiling shyly.

Susan stood in the open doorway looking terrified.

"Hi, did you sleep well?" Morgan asked as cheerfully as he could. He was scared, if she screamed or whatever now he could be done for abduction or even worse.

"Um, yeah like a baby, uh how did I get here." Susan asked softly.

"Uh you fell asleep against me on the beach and I couldn't just leave you there."

"So what did you get your folks to pick me up?"

Morgan looked embarrassed. "Uh, no I carried you. Sorry but I had to."

"Oh, sorry, um, what did your folks say when you brought me home."

"No folks, just me." Susan watched a shadow pass over Morgan's face. "Anyway there's soup almost ready, only a tin of mushroom, sorry. Um do you want to get a bath first?"

"Uh, please if you don't mind, then I'll get out of your way." Susan clutched her pack tightly and disappeared into the offered bathroom.

While she was busy Morgan turned the soup down and stripped and remade the bed. By the time she came out of the bathroom looking cleaner Morgan had put two bowls of soup on the table along with a plate of bread and butter.

"Uh, I'd better get out of your way. Sorry to intrude and thanks for the bath and, well you know."

"Um, why don't you sit and have some soup at least before you go." Morgan told her.

"Are you sure, I mean, I don't want to cause you trouble. I mean you've been so..." Susan broke down in tears again. Morgan led her to the table and got her to sit.

After a moments hesitation Susan started in on her soup like she hadn't eaten in a week, Morgan guessed that was probably the case.

"It isn't true you know." She said when she had finished the soup.

"What isn't?"

"That I'm a slut who fucks around and got pregnant after a gang bang." Susan looked like she was going to cry again before she pulled herself together.

"Sit there a minute." Morgan went to his room and fetched a hairbrush. Standing behind Susan he started trying to brush the tangles out of her long blond hair.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Morgan asked softly as he worked.

Susan sighed. "He was my first."

"Who Graham?"

"Yeah, bastard told me not to worry, he would pull out, but he didn't and that was all it took. At first when I told Graham I was pregnant he seemed pleased, told me he would look after me, so I told my parents." Now her tears began again.

"The next day when I went over to see him I had people shouting at me, asking how much I ch ... charged, and calling me a slut. When I got to Graham's house his d ... dad told me I had a nerve trying to blame it on his son." Morgan knelt beside of her chair and held Susan until her tears slowed up.

"When I got back home I found that Graham had rung my dad and told him that I had been selling myself down at the beach and he had just stumped up a tenner like all the other guys. And my d ... dad b ... believed him. He t ... told me to get out, he didn't want to ever see me again."

"How old are you Susan?" Morgan asked her eventually.

"F ... fifteen, I'll be s ... sixteen in a couple of months, then I guess I will have to go to the council and see if they can get me somewhere to live."

Morgan looked thoughtful. "Well you can't live on the beach until the council sort you out can you? I mean what have you been doing for food."

"Um, I had about five pounds when I left, but that's gone now. I'm sorry I can't give you anything for the soup." Susan yawned.

"Look I need to go and get some shopping and go to the laundromat. Why don't you go back to bed for a couple of hours."

"Um if you don't mind I will, then I had better get going." she whispered.

"You can stay here until you get yourself sorted." Morgan told her gently.

"Are you sure, I mean what are people going to think of you?" Susan asked tiredly.

"Yeah I'm sure. I really don't care what anyone thinks. Do you want me to take the stuff you were wearing to the laundry."

"Please, if you don't mind." Susan yawned again as she stood up.

Chapter 2D

Susan woke for the second time in this small bed. Looking around with a slight sigh she thought she ought to get up. She looked at the bedside clock for a moment before it registered that it was morning again, that would make it Sunday. Her stomach grumbled to remind her she was hungry.

Susan climbed from the bed and quickly dressed before leaving the room. She found Morgan asleep on the sofa. Looking down at the sleeping boy Susan was puzzled.

Why had he been so nice to her when everyone else was treating her like a piece of shit? And how come he lived on his own? He couldn't be much older than she was.

Looking around the flat Susan guessed that he hadn't been living here long, there were no pictures on the walls and not much furniture. She looked back over to Morgan, her face hardened for a moment.

"Did he expect her to lie back and open her legs for giving her somewhere to sleep for a couple of nights? Well if that was his plan he could stick it, she would rather go back to the beach, although he was quite sweet, nerdy, but sweet."

Chapter 2E

Morgan woke to the smell of frying bacon. After checking he was decent he raised himself to sit on the sofa and looked over to the kitchen area, he could see Susan standing at the cooker.

"Um, morning." Morgan said yawning.

Susan looked over to him and smiled. "Morning did you sleep well?"

Morgan laughed. "No not too well, but we can sort that later."

Susan swallowed nervously, "Oh, how?"

"um I've got another bed in storage, if we put it over in that corner," Morgan indicated a bare corner of the room. "We should be able to rig up a curtain around it."

Susan looked like she wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed.

"Oh, but I thought..."

"Sorry?" Morgan looked confused.

"Never mind, um how are you going to get the bed here, I mean I guess you can't drive."

"No not till next year," Morgan smiled, "the same way I got everything to the storage unit, I've got an old barrow I can use."

After breakfast Morgan went out with his barrow to collect the spare bed from the storage space where he had put all the things from his foster parents old house. By the time he came back he found that Susan had cleaned the flat through while he was gone.

Working together they got the bed upstairs and set up in the corner of the room. A couple of old curtains made a screen around the bed, and Morgan moved most of his clothes into his little bedroom space.

They settled into a simple routine, Susan would look after the flat and took care of Morgan's meals for him. Morgan worked all week except for the college course that Saul had arranged for him on a Tuesday, then he was out until nine in the evening studying computer maintenance. Morgan now had to work on a Saturday to make up his hours, but the day was spent maintaining and upgrading the company's computers so Morgan didn't have to work too hard.

About four months later Susan was sitting on the sofa while Morgan was making them a cup of tea. When he came back with the tea he looked down at Susan, now eight months pregnant she looked even more beautiful to Morgan.

"There you go Susan, I'm feeling a bit tired so I am going to take my tea to bed and read for a bit ok?" he said as he put her mug down on the small table.

"Thanks, um before you go Morgan there's something I need to tell you." Susan looked nervous.

Morgan sat heavily on the chair opposite her. He had been dreading this, the day when Susan would tell him she was moving out.

"Ok."

"I had a letter today from the council housing department. They refused me a flat, apparently me and the baby don't rate anything more than a bedsit."

"Oh!" Morgan knew it would come. "Have they given you a moving date?"

"No not yet, not until the baby is born. Have a guess who the housing officer was that signed the letter."

"I, I don't know, I don't think I know anyone who works there."

"Graham's mum. She's responsible for my case, that's why I'll never get anywhere." Susan was crying again.

Morgan moved over and sat beside Susan, he gently pulled her towards his chest.

"You can stay here as long as you need to, I w ... was thinking maybe I sh ... should look for a two bedroom flat."

Susan looked up at him through tear filled eyes.

"Why are you doing this Morgan? I mean when you first took me in I thought it was because you fancied me and thought I would be an easy lay. But you haven't laid a finger on me or anything." Susan looked unhappy. "I don't understand, you've taken me in, bought a cot for the baby, clothes and stuff that I need. Why, you obviously don't find me attractive, but then that's not surprising I look like a whale."

Morgan blushed.

"I ... I ... need to go to bed." Morgan went to get up but Susan pulled him back down again.

"Morgan I need to know. If you are doing this because you feel sorry for me then I'll take the bedsit. I need to know why you want me and the baby here."

Morgan slouched in the chair and held his face in his hands for a moment before looking at the girl beside of him. He sighed.

"I think, I think it's lots of things. I ... I've never had a real family, I like the idea of being part of a family. I hate the idea that your baby could go through what I've been through. But mostly it's um," Morgan looked down at his feet and went quiet.

Susan watched Morgan for a moment. She was touched that this sweet man wanted the best for her unborn baby, even though it wasn't his.

"Mostly what?" She asked softly.

"Please don't." Morgan mumbled and quickly got up from the chair and ran to the alcove he called his bedroom. Susan looked after him for a moment then struggled to her feet to follow him.

She found Morgan lying face down on his bed.

"Morgan you have got to tell me!" she whispered as she sat on the side of the bed.

Morgan groaned.

"Because I love you alright! Because I've always loved you!" Morgan snapped. "There now you know, the pathetic little nerd loves you. Now you can go and have a laugh about it with your friends." Susan could see his shoulders shaking.

"Why was that so hard to say?" She asked and stretching out on the bed snuggled as close to his stiff body as her bulging belly would allow. "I love you too, at first I just thought you were nice, sweet. But over the last few months I've grown to love you."

Morgan mumbled something, Susan leant over him to try to hear him better.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"I said, I don't know what to do!" Morgan mumbled again, a little clearer this time.

"Well you could start by kissing me. Then when this little monster" Susan slipped her hand between them and rubbed her large belly. "is born we can take it from there."

Morgan rolled over carefully and laid his forehead against Susan's.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why do I want you to kiss me, because I like to kiss the man I love, that's why."

"No I mean why do you love me? I mean you're this beautiful woman and I'm just a skinny nerd with crap glasses." Morgan's voice sounded heavy with unshed tears.

Susan stared at Morgan, her hand came up and gently caressed the side of his face.

"When I first saw you at the 'YM' I must admit I thought you were cute but geeky. Then when you found me on the beach and brought me home I thought you reckoned I would be an easy lay."

Susan saw Morgan frowning at her words. When he opened his mouth to speak she lightly put a finger to his lips.

"Wait, let me finish. Since I've been here you have treated me so well, better than anyone ever has, yet you've never touched me, never made the suggestive comments that guys always seem to make. You've treated me more like a sister, or like someone you felt pity for." Morgan could see the tears forming in Susan's eyes.

"I have found that you are a caring, sensitive and wonderful man. I'm afraid I was selfishly hoping that you could learn to love me and my baby, I couldn't think of a better father for him or her." Susan leant forward slightly and kissed Morgan on the lips, a simple chaste kiss but to Morgan it was one of the most incredible moments of his life so far.

"I never knew you felt this way about me." Morgan whispered. "I've tried to be careful to hide how I felt 'cos I didn't want you to feel you were under any pressure to do anything you didn't want too. I didn't want you to think that you would have to do things with me just so that you could live here."

Susan kissed Morgan again, this time her lips parted and her small tongue prised his lips apart. For a moment Morgan froze, this was so new to him, so unexpected. Susan was just about to pull away, disappointed at what seemed like Morgan's rejection of her. Coming to his senses Morgan reached around Susan and pulled her towards him as tightly as he dared. His mouth opened and his tongue joined hers in exploring new territory.

A little later they just lay there holding each other when Susan shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Can we move this to the other room. This bed is a little small for all three of us, and too soft for my back at the moment." She asked Morgan giving him a quick kiss.

"Yeah, that would be nice." Morgan blushed.

"Ok then, you get ready for bed and turn out the lights and join me in five minutes. Ok love." Susan climbed off the bed leaving Morgan stunned. Susan seemed to be asking him to sleep with her, what was he supposed to do?

Quickly changing into his pajamas Morgan went around the flat and locked up before turning out the lights. He stood outside the bedroom door for a while in the darkness, just listening. When he heard Susan climb into bed Morgan tried to still his nerves and opened the door.

Susan was sitting up in bed with one of the bedside lamps on. She was wearing an opaque nightie but Morgan could easily see the outline of her large breasts, she had been quite small breasted but they had grown as her pregnancy progressed. She smiled at him and Morgan tried not to stare as he crossed the distance to the bed. Susan lifted the covers and invited him in.

Morgan's hand was shaking as he climbed into the bed.

Chapter 3

Morgan sat back and smiled at Sally.

"Well that's pretty much how it happened. Now I'm beat, I'm off up to bed. See you in the morning love." Morgan gave Sally a kiss on the forehead and stood up.

"Hey that's no fair!" She complained. "You stopped when it got to the interesting bits!"

Morgan grinned at her from the doorway.

"Its a hard life isn't it." he chuckled as he went up the stairs.

After quickly washing and brushing his teeth Morgan climbed into bed, he lay there staring at the ceiling. Sally's young body occupied his every thought, well almost every thought, Alice's body the only time he had seen her in a swimsuit came to mind as well. He was reliving the blowjob Sally had given him in the carpark when the door quietly opened. Sally walked in dressed in a cotton nightdress, before Morgan could mutter a complaint she climbed into the bed beside of him.

"Sally what the hell?" Morgan sputtered wishing his hard on would go down.

"I told you Morgan, it's time we moved on with our lives and this is the next step. We are not going to have sex, yet. I want Alice to be here for that. Now carry on with the story." Sally said as she got herself comfortable in the bed with her head on Morgan's chest.

"Um, well we just had a kiss or two and went to sleep that night, but when we woke up I was spooned to Susan's back." Sally sighed, partly because it sounded so sweet, but mostly because she loved the way she could feel Morgan's voice rumble through his chest as he talked. On a whim she turned over and tried to pull Morgan into her back. Amused he complied, Sally could feel his hot breath on her ear.

"Like this?" she asked.

Morgan paused for a moment savoring the young body pressing against him. His manhood was pressing against her butt cheeks just as they had against her mother's butt all those years ago.

"Yeah, very much like this. Um, Susan was already awake and when she felt me stir she pulled my hand over to her breast." Sally repeated the action.

"Like this? Then what happened?"

"Uh yeah, like that. Um at first I didn't know what to do, so Susan lead my hand over her breast showing me what she liked."




Morgan



Sally moved Morgan's hand around the shape of her breast. Morgan already knew what to do and began to caress and gently squeeze her nipple. Sally sucked her breath in between her teeth.

"Oh god that feels so good. Mmmm, what hapenned next." She gasped.

"As I was loving her breasts, she asked me to nibble her neck and ears a bit like this." Morgan was unable to talk for a while as his mouth was gainfully employed making Sally gasp and squirm against his erection.

"Oh Jesus, stop a minute," She pleaded. "I want to know what happened next."

"Well I didn't know exactly what she was doing at the time, but I could feel Susan's hand moving around lower down. I assume you know what she was doing."

"Mmmm, yeah, like thisss" Sally hissed as her hand disappeared beneath the bed cover. Morgan resumed toying with her breast and kissing and sucking on the taught skin of her neck.

Sally's body went rigid then twitched a few times, a faint squeal the only sound before her body went limp. Morgan held her as Sally's breathing returned to normal.

"Oh wow! That was good." Sally leant over and kissed Morgan. "So what did mum do about this?" Sally ground her butt into Morgan's hard cock.

Morgan blushed before answering.

"She didn't have to do anything. I was so excited I came all over her ass. I was so embarrassed, I kept appologising and Susan eventually got me to believe that it wasn't a problem."

Sally felt unexpectedly sad for while, eventually she spoke.

"So I don't turn you on as much as mum did then." She sounded near to tears.

Morgan rolled Sally over and hugged her kissing first her eyelids, then the tip of her nose before reaching her lips for a slow sensual kiss.

"What on earth makes you think that love?"

Sally buried her face in the hollow of Morgan's neck.

"Because you came all over her ass, you didn't on mine."

Morgan laughed softly for a moment before he caught himself.

"Oh Sally, you don't understand. That was the first time I had done anything sexual with anyone. It was inexperience that had me blow like that. I find you every bit a sexy as your mother was, I've just got a bit more control now."

Sally giggled thinking about Morgan's embarrassment over his premature ejaculation.

"So did you wait very long to, you know."

"What make love to your mother? Yes quite a while, you have to remember she was well advanced in her pregnancy at the time and didn't feel like penetrative sex."

"From that night onwards though our relationship had changed. We had become a couple. We hadn't made love yet, but we knew that would come in time. From then up until you were born we explored each other's bodies, learnt what we liked and disliked. Susan had a bit more experience than me, but Graham hadn't been an inspiring lover and had never made her cum, so we learnt together."

"Then you were born, and you looked so perfect." A look of pain crossed Morgan's face. "In the fifteen years we were together the only time Susan ever hurt me was when she didn't put me down on your birth certificate. I mean I knew you were not my daughter biologically, but I so wanted for you to be mine, for us to be a family."

"Well I am glad she didn't. If she had this would be viewed as incest, this way it might seem odd to other people, but it's not illegal. So why did she do that, I can't believe mum doing anything just to hurt you, I know she loved you so much."

"I think at the time she had some idea of making Graham stand up to his responsibilities. Make him pay for how he had treated her. But I think by the time you were about a year old we had a strong relationship, and you were happy with me as your father. I guess she didn't want to upset the status quo."

"How come I never got a little brother or sister?"

"Susan had a hard time at the start of the birth and it was decided that they would have to operate, you know, to give both you and your mum the best chance. Well Susan was ill for a time after you were born, she had developed an infection. She had to have her womb removed when they couldn't control the infection any other way."

Morgan hugged the girl he had always called his daughter.

"That's part of the reason you were always so precious to me and your mum, we knew we would never have another child."

Sally reached across and placed her hand on Morgan's crotch.

"This conversation has taken a turn that's made this lovely thing shrink, sorry Morgan."

Morgan smiled and kissed Sally softly.

"That's not a problem love, I've had a long day and I'm tired. I think it would be nice to snuggle up to you and go to sleep. Spoon?"

Sally grinned and kissed Morgan's chin. "Oh yes! I liked that."

She rolled over in the bed and waited for him to press close before sighing deeply.

"Night Love." she said yawning.

"Goodnight Sally." Morgan whispered in her ear.

In the dim light he could just see the corner of her face pull up in a smile as her breath deepened.

Morgan's last thought before sleep claimed him was "Susan, I hope you really are in favour of this, because I can't resist her, I really can't."

Morgan woke to a pleasant feeling of weight on his chest. Sally's head was resting above his heart, her long blond hair spread like a pool across his upper body. He lay back enjoying the closeness that had been missing from his life since Susan became ill. Eventually the pressure in his bladder meant he had to move. Morgan carefully slid out from under Sally and rested her head on his pillow.

"Alice, you don't have to go yet do you?" Sally murmured sleepily and snuggled back into the pillow.

Morgan smiled to himself, Sally was still asleep so it was time for his morning swim. Morgan stripped off his pajamas and pulled a loose robe over his naked body. Quietly leaving the bedroom he walked down the short hallway to the door to the garden. Normally Morgan would use the door from his bedroom to get to the pool but he didn't want to wake Sally. He wasn't really sure if he was comfortable with her seeing him naked yet even after what had happened last night.

The pool and it's privacy were one of the reasons that Morgan and Susan had fallen in love with the house when they had first seen it.

The place had originally been a farmyard. The main house was very wide and narrow, the two story building stretched over sixty feet across the front of the yard. To the left and right were two large barns that had been converted to more accommodation. And opposite the house a larger structure provided garaging for about ten cars, although Morgan only had his BMW and Sally drove a mini. The place stood out amongst the housing development that had taken most of the surrounding fields. The end result was a substantial property standing on a large plot ensuring the privacy of the residents but still being close to the city center.

They had moved into the house about ten years ago and the first morning they woke in their new home a naked Susan had led an equally naked Morgan out to the pool for a morning swim. They had continued to swim every morning, whatever the weather and no matter how cold, right up until Susan was hospitalised. That morning Morgan had swam alone, he had ever since.

There was a light frost on the wooden walkway that led to the pool. Morgan strode along the path enjoying the crispness of the air and looking forward to plunging into the icy water.

He broke the water in a clean dive and emerged halfway down the pool gasping slightly at the cold. Morgan quickly set himself a quick pace, his body warming up despite the coldness of the water. Half an hour later he ran for the shower in one of the guest bedrooms.

It wasn't until Morgan was relaxing under the stream of hot water that his mind drifted back to last night.

He had always loved his daughter, and had watched as her body developed over the years. Morgan had always felt uneasy about the attraction he felt towards the young woman, even though she wasn't legally his daughter Morgan and Susan had brought Sally up as their daughter so it had seemed wrong.

Now it appeared that Sally, aware of the fact that he wasn't her father, had other plans for their relationship. Morgan was a little concerned about Alice, he found the girl attractive but he didn't love her like he did Sally. Would adding a third person cause problems in the future? Morgan grinned to himself, he was getting a little ahead of the game here, there was no saying things would go any further than they had. Before things could advance Morgan had to be certain that it was what the girls really wanted, and that they had thought through the consequences.

Drying himself off after his shower and brushing his teeth Morgan put his robe back on and wandered off to the kitchen to make coffee.

He had just sat down with his first cup when Sally came in. Still wearing her nightdress she plonked herself down in Morgan's lap and picked up his coffee.

"Help yourself." Morgan chuckled as Sally took a mouthful of coffee, she grimaced.

"Ugh, no sugar!"

"Sorry, didn't know you were going to pinch it."

Sally smiled and kissed Morgan quickly.

"Guess I'm gonna have to get used to no sugar." Sally squirmed around on Morgan's lap a little. "Mmm, what's this I'm sitting on?"

Morgan blushed, his reaction to Sally's barely dressed body was pretty obvious.

"I think you might know what that is. Listen Sally we need to talk." Morgan said seriously. Sally took one look at the frown on Morgan's face and quickly slid off of his lap, without looking back at him she quickly refilled his coffee cup and poured one for herself. By the time she sat down opposite Morgan her lower lip was quivering and she looked close to tears.

Morgan looked at the woebegone expression on her face and smiled at the young girl as he took and held her hand.

"It's not too bad sweetheart. It's just that I need to know why. I need to know why two otherwise very clever, stable young ladies want to get into a relationship with a guy so much older than you, and why both of you?"

Sally looked down at the table for a moment before she looked at Morgan and smiled weakly.

"I suppose that's reasonable, I can't totally speak for Alice, but I think I can explain. Where the fuck do I start? Did you know I used to watch you and mum swim in the mornings?"

Morgan blushed again. "N-No, I didn't. When did you start that?"

"I think I must have been about eleven when I woke up and needed to pee early one morning. On my way back to bed I heard splashing at the pool and went and looked out of my window. You and mum were swimming lengths and were both naked."

Chapter 4

Eleven year old Sally Anderson went back to bed with a funny feeling in her belly. Why did watching mummy and daddy swim make her feel like that? Was it the occasional glimpses of their naked bodies as they swam. She wondered how often they swam this early.

That night when she went to bed Sally set the alarm on her watch to wake her up at seven in the morning. To her disappointment she slept right through the alarm. It was two mornings later before Sally managed to get up and watch her parents swim again, they were already in the pool so Sally decided to try earlier tomorrow.

After about a week Sally was able to get up every morning to watch them and found that they usually went out to the pool at around half six. The first morning that Sally was able to get up early enough to watch them walk out to the pool was a day that Sally would remember for the rest of her life.

Just after half past six her mother and father walked naked out to the pool hand in hand, they paused for a moment by the side of the pool. Slowly leaning towards each other Mum and dad kissed each other before turning and diving cleanly into the water. They swam side by side for about an hour as their daughter watched before climbing out and walking back to their room hand in hand.

To the impressionable preteen it was just so, so romantic.

All year round they would use the pool, in rain frost and snow. Even on the coldest mornings they never hurried and always took time for a kiss before diving into the icy water. Sally watched them almost every morning.

Very occasionally Sally would miss a morning because she over slept. A more frequent cause for Sally to miss the morning swim was if she spent a night at her best friend Alice's house, or Alice had slept at her place.

If one of the girls were to stay at the other's house it was usually Alice staying with Sally. Alice's parents had split up when she was nine and Alice's mother was only too happy to get the chance for a night out.

On the nights that Alice stayed Sally was tempted to get up and watch her parents, but she was afraid her friend would find out. To Sally's young mind it was ok for her to spy on her parents because she was family, to her it didn't seem right that Alice might look at them as well.

After her parents swim Sally would lie in her bed and explore her developing young body as she tried to understand her feelings about their swimming. She knew that what she felt in her tummy was what girls were supposed to feel about boys, although not their father. What Sally couldn't understand was why her mum had almost the same affect on her.

This carried on for two years before the now thirteen year old Sally was surprised one summer morning. After their swim her parents didn't walk back to their room hand in hand, instead her mother stopped her father and kissed him. Sally could see her mother's hand as it wrapped around his penis. She had sat through sex education classes at school so she was aware of what the parts were and what they were used for, plus of course heard all the names the other kids called the various parts.

Sally watched enthralled as her mother knelt in front of her father and took his penis into her mouth, they never described that in sex ed. Later that day Sally raided her savings and after school she bought a cheap pair of binoculars.

When Sally got home she tried to sneak into the house with her new purchase but her mum saw the bag she was carrying.

"What you got there honey?" she asked as Sally tried to hurry up to her room.

"Um, just a new hobby, Gonna see what birds live in the woods." Sally rushed, her face reddening as she spoke.

Her mum seemed to give her a look that searched out the lie for what it was, Sally blushed even more under her mum's scrutiny.

"Well, have fun dear." She gave Sally a knowing smile.

Sally ran to her bedroom and hid the binoculars in what had once been her toy chest, now it held some things she didn't want her mother to find. She had nagged her dad that she needed a padlock on her chest and eventually she got a large lock put on the chest. So Sally kept her treasures locked away in her chest. In addition to the binoculars there were a few magazines she had "bought" off of some boys at school. One had cost her a flash of her developing breasts and she had got two magazines for showing the boy and his friend the sparse covering of hair over her pussy. And of course her diary, it would never do for her mum to see that as she had written about every time she had watched them at the pool, and how it made her feel.

It had never occurred to the young girl that padlocks usually came with two keys. Her father had entrusted the spare key to Sally's mother who, Sally later found out had used it to keep up with her daughters advancing sexuality.

Sally had spent hours examining the dog eared magazines and had worked out that she was just as attracted to the girls in the pictures as the boys. She also felt excited by the sight of the girls at school when they were changing. Sally was not upset about this discovery about herself. She knew from reading on the internet that a lot of young girls experimented with other girls, some found they liked it and some found it wasn't for them.

What HAD upset Sally's balance a little was her reaction to two particular people. Whenever she spent time with Alice Sally felt a breathless excitement that almost drove her mad trying to hide her feelings for her best friend. Those feelings she could cope with, just, if Alice ever found out, it could be embarrassing but she knew that Alice wouldn't dump her because of it.

What had really shaken Sally's world was the realisation that she was in love with her own father. She had tried to deny it to herself, but every time she was in the same room as him she felt her knees go weak, her breath would catch in her throat and she would feel herself flush. To make matters worse she was pretty sure her mother had noticed the effect dad had on her.

So Sally maintained her silence about her loves, and watched them when she could. She knew the bodies of both of her loves, her father's from his daily swim with mum, and Alice's from the showers at school.

Two weeks after Sally had watched her mother give her father a blowjob beside of the pool Sally's world shifted yet again.

It had started with such a stupid thing, she had been charged full fare on a bus as the driver thought she was over sixteen. So when she had gone home Sally went in search of her birth certificate. She knew where her parents kept most of their paperwork and no one had ever told her not to touch it. Folded up in a suitcase of old photos and mementos of past holidays Sally found a pale green sheet of paper. She recognised it as a birth certificate as several of her friends regularly carried theirs around with them to prove their age. On opening the document Sally's mouth dropped open in shock. In the section marked "Father" was the word "Unknown".

She stared at the sheet for some time before she realised that another piece of paper had been folded with it. Opening it Sally found it to be letter, from a man called Graham. He was demanding to see his daughter and threatening legal action if Sally's mum didn't provide access to her.

Sally sat there stunned. The man she had called her father wasn't. It was hard to take in, who was her father then?

Eventually Sally tidied away all the evidence of her search and returned to her room with the certificate and letter.

She sat on her bed and reread the letter time after time. It slowly sank in, Morgan Vech was not her father. She knew she should be upset, she had been lied too, she should want to find out who her father really was. She knew that was how she should feel, but the only thought that could hold the girls attention was "It's ok to love him, he's not her father, it wouldn't be incest."

Sally took out her diary and tried to work out her thoughts on paper. When she had finished she folded the sheets into the diary and locked it away.

It was a struggle to act normally around her parents and after a few pointed questions from her mother Sally told her that she wasn't feeling very well because it was "The time of the month" as her mum always put it. Excusing herself Sally went up to bed.

She lay in the darkness of her room trying to sort out her feelings. She loved Alice and wanted her desperately, but Alice didn't seem to have any interest in girls, when the two were together they talked endlessly about boys but neither girl had ever indicated an interest in girls to the other. She loved her father, even though he wasn't her father, again she wanted him desperately, but even if he was interested in her she could never betray her mother like that.

"Why the fuck did I manage to fall in love with the two people I could never have!" she sobbed quietly to herself before she fell asleep.

A few weeks later she took up her usual position by the window, binoculars at the ready. Her parents came out hand in hand as usual and after their kiss dived into the water. Sally found she felt different now, in the past the feelings she held for her father had been tinged with guilt, after all incest is wrong. Since she found that letter and her birth certificate she had been freed of that guilt. It was ok to love him, to lust after him. Morgan Vech was not her father, she was free to lust after his body without guilt.




Morgan and Jake



Six months ago, Morgan would have never thought she would have had sex outside of a serious relationship, but occasionally she surprised herself. She had met Jake on the Internet and a week later had met him in person. She had every intention to take it slowly, but once again, she surprised herself. The first time they met Jake came over to her apartment and they ended up making out and groping on her couch. 

Morgan continued to tell Jake that was as far as she would go without being in a relationship, but Jake wasn’t looking for anything more than friends with benefits. Each time she talked to Jake, whether on the phone or Internet, her defenses weakened a little more. The next time Morgan saw Jake she had weakened enough to suck on his cock. Morgan had always enjoyed giving head and this time was no different. 

Jake continued to press the issue of sex and Morgan continued to resist. Finally, one day, Morgan asked herself, “Why not?” Why shouldn’t she take this opportunity? She was full of curiosity following her previous relationship and only experience with sex. She also wondered if she could handle having sex with someone who wasn’t her boyfriend. She decided to go for it, another surprise. 

After months of having sex with Jake, Morgan realized that having sex without the rest of the relationship was actually a lot of fun. Each time Jake came over having sex with him got easier and better. Now a lot more comfortable being with him, Morgan feels as though she can take charge and be more aggressive with him. This new feeling of power is all Morgan can think about as she leads Jake into her bedroom. Stopping in front of the bed, Jake pulls her to him kissing her, sliding his warm tongue between her open lips. Morgan pulls away and picks up the blindfold on the bed. Smiling seductively, she walks around him to tie the blindfold across his eyes. She stands in front of Jake making sure he can’t see through the blindfold. Taking charge, Morgan decides to leave his hands untied, but tells him that he can only touch her, not himself, and if she tells him to stop he must put his hands at his sides. She smiles to herself reveling being in charge. 

She walks around him trailing her fingers up his chest and over his shoulders. Morgan leans in starting to lick and kiss his neck, then trailing her tongue down his back. Knowing that this makes his cock rock hard, she kisses and licks patterns all over his back. She drags her nails lightly down his side as she kneels down, her tongue continuing lower. His heavier breathing and occasional moans are the only sounds that fill the room. Morgan kneads his ass, one of her favorite things about Jake. She lets her fingers graze under his legs brushing his balls; heavy with cum she will eventually swallow. She returns her attention to his ass, plying it with wet kisses and licking it all over. Morgan uses her hands to separate Jake’s cheeks and kisses between them. His loud moans telling her she has hit the right spot, Morgan sticks her little pink tongue out to lick it. Jake’s moaning gets louder and she realizes he is stroking himself. Morgan playfully slaps his ass and tells him to put his hands down. Jake obeys, smiling. 

She returns to the object of her obsession, his ass, and fondles his balls again. Morgan slips her finger down her own body, stroking herself. She tells Jake that she is so wet and that she tastes good, as she sucks on her own finger. She notices his cock growing bigger as she slurps loudly on her finger. Returning to her feet, Morgan steps in front of him; licking his lips and kissing him letting him taste her. His hands move to her hips as their tongues wrestle back and forth. She takes his hand, moving it to her pussy. He strokes her and slides his finger in making her moan into his mouth. She steps away from him and takes his hand licking it clean. 

She kneels down in front of him, kissing his hips. Using her hand, she gathers her juices and starts to stroke his hard cock. Morgan smears herself all over his balls and cock. Then she starts to lick his balls, sucking on them lightly. She gathers the drops of pre-cum off the end of his cock savoring the taste as she swallows. Morgan licks from the base to head, flicking her tongue across it. She loves the tastes of herself on him. 

Finally, she starts to slide his rock hard cock between her red lips. She tells him he can remove the blindfold now and then slides his cock back into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Holding on to his hips, she slowly slides his cock in and out. She reaches down to play with his balls again, flicking her tongue across only the head. He threads his hands through her hair and she takes his cock all the way in again. Morgan’s hands massage his ass as she thrust his cock in and out. 

Reaching down, she dips her finger into her dripping pussy and then runs the finger between his cheeks. Jake’s breathing is harder. His hands slide to her sensitive ears making her moan around his cock. He starts to thrust faster, slamming against the back of her throat. Morgan fingers herself and then returns to stroking his ass, sliding her finger in a little. She matches the tiny thrust of the tip of her finger to the thrusting of his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Jake moans louder, thrusting harder. Then she feels him explode, his cum hitting the back of her throat. Morgan swallows greedily trying not to let any dribble from between her lips. When he is finished shooting his load, she cleans him with her tongue, making sure to get every drop. She smiles up at him and shoves him onto the bed. Now it is Morgan’s turn. 



Morgan and Whitney



**this is my first go at this kind of stuff. not sure if anyone will even like this but if you do, let me know. even if you don't, let me know. constructive criticism is welcome. happy reading.

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It was cold. Every time she inhaled her menthol cigarette, it felt like she was inhaling millions of tiny little needles, even more so than usual. She really had to quit those things, and she knew it. She knew there were a lot of things she should quit doing, but there was one that she just couldn't get enough of. It was walking toward her now, head bent against the frigid wind, long brown curls bouncing with every step. 

"Hey." 

"Hey, baby. How was class?"

"It was alright," she replies, looking dejected.

"What happened, love? That bad?" 

"Well, he graded the tests early. My grade was not what I was expecting at all."

"You mean the one you've been stressing about for weeks now? Baby you studied your ass off and I know you did the best you could so whatever grade you made is ok! Quit trippin, ok? "

"Ugh. Gimme your lighter, I've lost mine. Again."

"Baby you're worrying me, how bad is it?"

"Well..... I ACED IT! I made a hundred on it, baby! The only one in any of his classes to do that this semester! I swear, I thought I was going to fail. I'm usually pretty good at tests but I had a bad feeling about that one for some reason. I think I gave myself an ulcer worrying, but I'm so glad I worried for nothing! Baby before you say anything, I just wanna thank you for giving me the opportunity to go back to school. I've got such a sense of self respect and self pride again, and I know I wouldn't have gotten this far if it hadn't been for you. I cant believe I have only one semester left! I owe all this to you baby, one day I hope I can show you just how much. I don't know how I could ever repay you, you have no idea what you've done for me." 

Seeing the look on her lovers face, she finished with a sheepish, "Am I rambling, again?"

"Yes, but its okay. I love your rambling. Most of the time. You are so damn cute, ya know that? C'mere so I can kiss those gorgeous lips that I've been thinking about all day."

Pulling her close, nuzzling her nose just under that cute little ear, she takes a deep breath. Morgan's scent gets her every time. The smell of her skin mixed with that of her shampoo and even the little hint of cigarette smoke lights a fire in Whitney's soul. The deeper she breathes, the bigger that fire gets until her mouth is watering to feel Morgan's lips on hers. Moving to her mouth she takes those lips with passion, showing Morgan just how much she missed her, how proud she is of her and just how much she loves her. 

"Damn, baby! I love you too!" Morgan says when the kiss ends. She cant do much more except shake her head and smile, loving the fact that five years into their relationship a kiss from her beloved can still curl her toes. She knows the odds were against them, knows they still are , but she also knows that their love can stand up to just about anything. It already has. 

"So, where do you want to have the celebratory dinner?" Whitney asks.

"How'd you know I was hungry?"

"You're always hungry, silly!"

"Yea, you're right," Morgan chuckles. "How about red lobster?"

"How'd I know you'd pick that one?" She teases her, already driving in that direction before Morgan even answered.

Morgan smiles and scoots closer to suck Whitney's ear lobe into her mouth, running her tongue over the smooth skin, all up the side and back down the front, knowing without a doubt that her assault is giving her girlfriend chills all over. Sliding her hand between Whit's legs, she rubs her pussy through her jeans, feeling the heat intensify and her mouth start to water. She loves the way her girlfriend tastes.

"Shit, babe! Ya gotta chill while I'm driving, please! You know what happened last time, I cant afford to pay any more speeding tickets right now!"

Sighing, Morgan stops. She loves giving Whitney chills, in any way that she can. But, she knew she was right. This close to Christmas the police were out everywhere with their radar guns just ready to screw up someone's night. And yeah, two speeding tickets in as many weeks was kinda bad. Oh well, she thinks, I've got something for her ass when we get home. She could see the purple bag she hid in her shoe closet, knowing Whitney will love what's in it. She's been trying her best to make herself wait to show it to her. Hell, she's had it for four whole days and she just couldn't wait any longer. 

It was like Whitney could hear the wheels turning in Morgan's head, and when she looked over and noticed the shit-eating grin on her face, she couldn't help but smile, too. 

"What are you thinking, beautiful?"

"You'll see, baby. You'll see."

"I love it when you think dirty! Gets me all hot and bothered, wondering what you've got under your sleeve."

Smiling, Morgan says, "This I know!"

Putting the car in park, Whitney steals one more kiss before they go inside. 

"Jesus! I think it dropped ten more degrees on the ride home!" Whitney says as they rush inside their recently renovated home. She loved this place, loved that they made it what it was together. 

Wrapping her arms around Whitney from behind, Morgan licks at that ear she loves so much and whispers "Don't worry honey, I'll have you warmed up in no time."

Releasing her, Morgan runs down the hall and into their master bathroom and turns on the faucet in their tub that would comfortably fit four. When they were shopping for it, Whitney thought Morgan had lost her mind. "Why do we need a tub that damn big, baby? You plan on having extras?" laughing, Morgan told her to chill, that she would come to love it one day. She proved her point the first night they stayed in the house.

Shaking her head at the memory, Morgan gets back to the task at hand. She pours in a few drops of the scented bath oil her best friend had sent as part of a house warming gift. The bottle claimed that the scent was an aphrodisiac, and knowing Bree, it was the best aphrodisiac slash bath oil that money could buy. That girl was forever finding new things for them to try. Lucky for Whit and Morgan, Bree was as much of a freak as they were so they never minded trying the things she sent them. And man did she send some freaky shit! Morgan really missed Bree, her best friend since freshman year in high school. But, she knew she was happy and that's all that mattered, even though she was four states away. 

As the tub fills, she steps into their bedroom to find Whitney tugging off her clothes. 

"Can this day get any better?" Morgan asks her "Lemme help ya, darlin'. You can help me, too."

Smiling at each other, they start removing clothes, all the while never letting their lips part unless they absolutely have to. 

Morgan can feel herself getting wet already as she cups Whitney's pussy. 

"Ah! Now there's the lips that I'VE been thinking about all day! Damn baby, you turn me on so much just by standing there! "

"You turn me on, too, Morgan. I love you so much. Have I told you that today?"

"Yes you have, but I don't mind hearing it again. Now get your sexy, naked ass in that tub!" 

"Mmmm baby, I love it when you give me orders!" Whitney says around a positively wicked grin.

As they lower themselves into the steaming water, Whitney reaches out and pulls Morgan onto her lap. Instantly, her mouth latches on to one of Morgan's nipples, sucking and nibbling, and her hand dips into the water, finding Morgan's hot, always-wet pussy. Still sucking, she eases her finger inside those plump lips, finding that hard little nub and making a few quick circles around it, just hard enough so that Morgan is pressing her hips downward, grinding and breathing heavy, obviously wanting more. Giving in to the unspoken request, Whitney presses harder and circles faster until she can tell that Morgan is on the verge of cumming in her hand. After being with her for so long, she knows exactly what it takes, and she loves it. Wanting to make her wait, she slides her finger farther back and pushes it into Morgan's tight hole. She's so hot and slick, and knowing her baby cant get off without clitoral stimulation, but also knowing she loves having her pussy fucked, Whitney moves her finger in and out, slow and deep, adding another finger, then another and getting faster and harder with her strokes. In and out, in and out, water sloshing over the edge of the tub, moans echoing off the walls. God, she loves the sounds coming from Morgan's mouth, loves to hear her beg for more, beg for Whitney to make her cum. Still stroking Morgan's pussy, Whitney slides her thumb up to Morgan's clit and starts applying pressure. 

Instantly Morgan starts begging Whitney, "Please baby! Please Whit, make me cum! Oooh God, don't stop baby! Harder, pleeeeeeeease fuck me harder!" 

Whitney gives it all she's got, ignoring the burning in her muscles, wanting nothing more than to make her girl scream her name. The louder Morgan gets, the closer Whitney is to cumming, herself. Knowing this, Morgan deftly slips her hand between them and finds Whitney's clit. Its all Morgan can do to concentrate on a steady rhythm, but she does anyway, desperately trying to hold on until they can cum together. The women continue to work each other's pussys, whimpering and panting, knowing just what the other one needs to get that release. Hair pulling and circular motions and quick, hard, in and out movements and in less than a minute, both are screaming, bucking wildly in each others arms. 

Breathlessly, Morgan says "damn baby! I didn't know how bad I needed that! I wanted to wait, wanted to make you wait, but I just couldn't help myself. Obviously you couldn't either. Mmmm, that was nice baby."

Untangling herself from Morgan's arms, Whit moves her till she's settled between her legs and can wrap her arms around her. Whitney loves to hold Morgan after she cums, likes to hear how her breaths finally slow and her heart rate returns to normal. 

"Why did you want to make us wait, doll?" Whitney asks.

"Oh nothing, honey. You'll see in a little while, and I think you'll agree that its worth the wait... now just hold me tight for a little bit, I like to feel your arms around me."

So, they sat there in the still-warm water, floating back down to earth loving every minute of it.