You were mortified.
Your friend stood up from the couch and walked over. His brow furrowed as he looked down. “What's that?” He bent to look
Morgan flicked her hand towards it in a sort of disgust. “I think its one of those....one of those....”
Your jerk of a friend, laughed. “It's just a pocket pussy.”
Morgan made a gross wince with her face. “Eewwwww....put it back...put it back....”
“I'm not touching it,” Bill chuckled standing up. You felt so ashamed. You wanted to hide, even though you were already hiding. Morgan insisted he “do something” and to not just leave it there. Bill walked to the kitchen and came back with a trash bag. He put the bag around his hand and picked it up. “Where was it?”
“I don't know,” Morgan said stepping back and pointing to the beach towels, “I think under there.” You watched as Bill placed it under the last beach towel, when it was in fact, in the middle. “I hope he doesn't know we took it,” she muttered. “Grab a bath towel please,” she insisted, handing him the beach towels.
You watched him grab two white bath towels instead. He left the closet door open, making you wonder if they'd see you. Your ***** buddy, always thinking of alcohol, went into the kitchen and returned with a beer. Morgan was texting, and your phone vibrated. She went to the kitchen herself and you checked your phone. She had asked if you were “sure” they could use your bedroom. You replied yes, and Morgan came back into view and grabbed her stuff and began to roll it across the floor towards your room. Unfortunately due to the doors position, you'd have to open it and expose yourself to look into your room. She called to Bill to make her a drink. “A good STRONG margarita, he said he has the mix. Good tequila too Bill! Not Jose Cuervo again!” She was still adamant about providing her good tequila, which she had espoused to Bill long ago one of the requirements to date her. However, you’re the one that splurged on the Patron Platinum that cost you eighty dollars. You heard a blender going in the kitchen and commotion. Your asshole buddy came out with a margarita glass, and even had the salt on the side. Good job dude, you actually thought in your head.
Morgan walked right past you and your eyes almost popped out of your head. She had on a white bikini, with no straps, that wrapped around her body and perky tits. You remembered them called a “bandeau” bikini from, well, the YouTube videos of girls trying on bikinis. “Bikini hauls” had become a regular staple in your jerk-off rotation. It wasn't the tops that got you, but the bikini bottoms, and the one she wore didn't disappoint. The white bikini bottom came up high on her waist in the front, and covered her crotch fully, but the back, which had a thin fabric riding up her crack to more material high up on her waist, gave you a shot of her newly toned and firm white ass cheeks. It wasn't pornographic, or even a thong, in fact, it wasn't inappropriate at all, however, it surely displayed her wonderful little ass. You remember her saying long ago she wouldn't be caught DEAD in one of those bikinis, well, she didn't live up to that promise.
As she walked to the den, you were transfixed on that ass and those legs, and her toned waist. She looked amazing. Your cock was dripping, waiting to be serviced, but you wanted to wait, unsure why, to touch yourself. She grabbed her drink off the coffee table and twisted the glass in her hand, taking in all the salt and the green drink itself. She sipped it, “Wow, not bad, you did good.” She smiled. “See, drinks like this get cocks sucked.” She then got on her knees, making sure they were on the white rug you had laid down in front of the couch. Her tight ass sitting on those legs as you watched her unzip Bill's pants and pull his cock out. She had his limp cock in her hand and sucked the tip in, it came out with a “pop”. Your buddy, shockingly seemed more interested in the TV. She stood up and turned to the TV, giving you both a view of that pearly white ass in the white bikini. She asked what he was watching. Bill remarked “Hot Bench”. You knew the show. It was a show about three judges, similar to Judge Judy. Your obnoxious friend, reached up and grabbed that slice of fabric that went from her crotch up her ass crack meeting with the material at her waist. “Is this the good bikini?” Bill asked.
Morgan turned to him and began sinking her ass towards his lap. “Yup, the easy access one!” She giggled. You saw her hand move the white fabric at the bottom of her ass to the side, and you could see her pussy and watched as it sank down, and was impaled by Bill's cock. She slowly humped your buddy right on your couch. It was a slow deliberate pace, as they both watched TV. “They get the worst people for these shows!” She commented, as if she wasn't having sex.
Your buddy's hands reached up and went under her tight top, he was groping her perky little breasts, he then responded, “It's all fake, they get paid. His eyes not on the girl, but the TV.
Morgan stopped her movements, still sitting on his lap, with his cock inside her. “No WAY,” she said, and picked up her phone. As she flipped through her phone, her hips moved again. It amazed you how they were just casually conversing and fucking at the same time. After ten minutes of sex and debating about the show, Morgan stood up and adjusted her bikini.
She walked past you to the bathroom, instructing Bill to make another drink. She came back out, looked at the right side of the closet, up at the beach towels, and you knew what she was looking at. She shook her head, and you heard the blender go off again. Her body turned towards the kitchen where your friend was making a drink. “How often do you think he fucks that thing!” She pointed to the pocket pussy, and you saw her white fingernails. They matched her bikini.
Your dickhead friend chimed in from out of view. “Probably a lot, the guy likes to jerk off.”
It mad your face red with anger. But your mind wandered down Morgan's body, along with your eyes. Morgan's ass was only three feet from you. “I caught him sniffing my panties once. You know!”
Bill laughed coming out with a new drink and his own beer, “I used to do that too,”
Your ex-girlfriend grabbed her drink and sipped it. “Ughh...men are so weird.” She turned to the closet. “I hope that's NOT the girl he's talking about. She's real right?” She walked over to the couch and sat down. “Right? He's such a sweet guy, I feel bad.” She shook her friends. “What is it with your buddies and girls, they can never get laid.” Her words were kind of mean, considering she was your “ex”. You did have a girlfriend, and she WAS real. You wanted to prove it.
“They're all too busy jerking off to you babe,” Bill remarked chugging his beer.
Morgan slapped your buddy. “You need to stop sending them pics of me asshole! You see what happens.” She pointed to the closet. “Instead of getting real pussy, they sit at home and jerk off. Now with tools.” This made them laugh.
Bill shrugged. “If there not getting laid, why not help them spank it to a hot girl, is what I say.”
Morgan drank the rest of her margarita. “I guess that makes sense kind of in a weird way.”
Bill's head turned to Morgan, and looked her over. “Bet he'd love to see that bikini!”
Morgan looked at herself. “You think? It's nothing special.” This made you shake your head.
He nodded, picking up his phone and was about to take a picture. Morgan stopped him. “No don't do that....” She stood up and picked up her phone. “Take a picture of me just doing something random I don't want him to think I'm trying to model for him for jerk off pics.” Bill did as he was told, taking a picture that caught her ass more than anything. Your phone buzzed in your pants. “Let's get going,” Morgan told Bill. “Put your shit away. “ She pointed to the kitchen. “Grab some beers.”
You watched Bill go past you, and he came out in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You saw Morgan put on flip flops, and you were shocked when they just headed for the door. She was going to walk around your building like that. She'd give some elderly people heart attacks.
As they left, Morgan said, “You think he'll like that pic?”
Bill laughed. “Yeah I do.”
“You think he'll fuck his little girlfriend in there to it,” she joked as they left your apartment.
You finally came out of the closet, your cock leaking over your slacks, so a stain was visible, several in fact. You wanted to jerk off, but something told you to go into your bedroom. You kept looking back at the hallway to the front door as you crept to your own room. You walked over to see all of their things on your bed. On top of Morgan's luggage was her yoga pants, socks, white top, fluffy coat, her hat, and her panties. Your heart began to beat seeing those black Calvin Klein workout panties. Don't do it, you thought, don't. But your hand moved towards them. That's your “crack” you told yourself, don't be an addict again. But how could you not you debated yourself, and your fingers touched the fabric. You lifted them, and saw the sheen of slick juices in the crotch, still wet. Your hand trembled and your arm trembled as you held them. You found yourself moving towards the bathroom, panties in hand.
You lifted the panties to your nose, as you had so many times in the past, unbeknownst to Morgan. It had been so long, but you took in her smell, right there in your bathroom, the strong feminine smell of a gorgeous girl's pussy. A blast of cum erupted from your cock into your pants without so much as a touch. The smell was strong, pungent and made your eyes roll a bit. You then put it to your mouth, and sucked in her juices, remembering how wonderful she tasted. You saw yourself in the mirror, panties in your face, sweat on your forehead, beat red cheeks, eyes dilated. An addict, you thought. You were an addict, you admitted, but you needed your fix. You unzipped your pants, and thought about getting your pocket pussy, but as you gripped your cock, you knew you wouldn't make it two steps. You turned towards the bathtub, and with one hand sniffed and sucked her panties, with the other you pulled your cock in the twisting motion you had witnessed Morgan use earlier. Two good tugs was all you needed. “OH FUCK!” You grunted as cum shot like a cannon against the back tile of the tub. Your knees went weak as your cock erupted even more. You were having the most powerful orgasm that you could remember. At least the most intense one of the past two years.
“Holy shit!” You whispered out loud, catching your breath. The intensity shocked you. How could it be so good. Your addicted ass crept back to the bedroom and placed the panties back to their original spot as best you could from memory. Then you walked out to the den, and made sure you didn't change one thing as you crept out the door. You wanted to see what was going on at the pool.
Your apartment had two pools, one outdoors, and one indoor for the winter. It was heated. There was a hot-tub next to both, and showers and lockers. It was a nice complex with many amenities. The pool was on the bottom floor, and across the walkway in a separate building. Morgan literally had to walk in that bikini past many possible prying eyes. You knew of several vantage points were you could watch them, maybe not hear them, but you'd see them in the pool. You found one near the communal area, where a fireplace was set up and a large TV. Outside was the larger pool, and grills for the summer. You peered into the glass and saw them swimming. No one else was around, as it was a work day. Good for them, you thought.
Bill wasn't letting up with her from what you saw. He was literally swimming after her, trying to grab her. She'd kick him away laughing with her long legs. Bill finally caught her and pinned her against the side of the pool opposite you, the shallow end. She was on the right side thought, same as you. She kept shaking her head, and elbowing him. But then he reached down between them. Morgan was wide eyed and scanning the entire area, and you hid further behind a large column when she looked in your direction. You came back out to see Morgan's eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, and her hands sliding back and forth across the tile outside the pool, as Bill was pushing into her back. “Easy access bikini”, you laughed. They fucked like that for several minutes, and then Morgan pushed him away by pushing her back towards him.
Your buddy seemed agitated. You saw his cock was half out, poking out from the basketball shorts, and Morgan playfully swam around him. She came up with a sly look, and then ducked down into the water, her body, and that ass perpendicular to the bottom of the pool. She was floating just under the top of the water. Her head moved towards Bill's exposed cock, and then it was gone, in a sea of swirling black hair. Bill's chin lifted and he had a wide smile. Morgan appeared to be gripping his butt as her head covered his crotch, her legs kicked under water. It was strange to watch her give a blowjob while swimming. Almost incredible to perceive. After thirty seconds or so, her head came up with a splash and she was panting. They were both laughing. Morgan pointed to the corner of the shallow end, and Bill moved against the back of the pool now, in the corner. His hard cock was swaying as he moved. Your ex-girlfriend made a sucking motion with her mouth and chest, and then descended into the water. Her head went to his crotch, and again, her hair swirled and swayed in the water as her head bobbed back and forth. You had watched porn like this before, but this was better, this was YOUR pornstar, sucking cock in a pool. Bill had that strained painful look, but it was such a blissful painful look. She continued her blowjob for about a minute, and came up gasping for air. They were laughing and talking, Morgan held up two fingers. But Bill shook his head not agreeing. She probably thought she could go two minutes, but even you doubted that.
They swam around some more, and eventually Morgan got out and walked down the side of the pool. One of your neighbors, walking his dog, a middle aged man stopped dead in his tracks and watched Morgan, his eyes on her tight little ass. He smiled and watched her towel off. He came into the communal area and you turned towards the TV which had CNN on. “Hey,” he shot his head towards the pool. “The views in there buddy, trust me,” he said with a wink. “Girls a ten,” he muttered pulling his dog towards the elevators. “Spank bank material for this ol guy,” the guy brazenly said. What an ass, you thought. But he was right. When he left you checked back on them. Morgan was in the shower at the front side of the pool. It was a little tiled cove cut into the wall with a shower. Her back was to you, and her wonderful ass in that bikini dripped with water.
Another neighbor, a younger guy walked right up behind you. “FUCK YEAH!” He stood watching with you. “How old? She looks young!”
You laughed. “She's old enough.”
He patted your back. “Don't stare too long. And don't feel bad, girls like that aren't real. She's probably had so much work done and dates some rich guy.” He walked past you and around the glass towards the hall, never taking his eyes off Morgan.
When he was gone, Bill came out of the pool. He looked around, and he walked over to the shower, looking around again. He walked up behind Morgan, and grabbed her ass cheeks. She shook her head, and tried to push him away, but he did his little perv dance, and moved her bikini bottom to the side. Morgan's eyes rolled, and she seemed annoyed, but she let Bill get up behind her. They both scanned the area, and content no one was looking. Bill pulled his cock out and slipped it into your ex-girlfriend once again. They were fucking right there in the shower. It was enough of an alcove that only someone in your position, or behind you outside, or walking the hall along the outside of the pool could see, but it was still very risky.
You thought they'd do some quick thrusts and be done, but Bill was working up into a rhythm, and you saw him pumping her slowly but hard. Her eyes shot open, a small smile came across her lips, before her mouth formed and “O”, it was a half smile half “O” face. You saw her ankles tense as she went up on her toes, and then her fists balled against the wall. She used her left hand to reach back, and grab Bill's hip stopping his movements. Her ass jiggled, and then her whole body jiggled slightly as she eased back into Bill's crotch, smiling and laughing with an open mouth the whole time. Just like your orgasm had surprised you, it looked like Morgan had her own surprised orgasm, you laughed to yourself. They sneak up on you.
Finished with their sex, Morgan pulled off his cock, and adjusted her bikini bottom, just in time as an elderly couple walked down the hall towards you. Bill turned away, and pulled his pants up, now it just looked like a couple showering after a swim. You decided it was time to go back into hiding and ran towards the back stairs, down the hall connecting buildings, and up to your apartment. It would be about a ten minute walk for them. You checked the clock. It was only 100PM.
You returned to your spot, cock hard as it was before, eager to see more. It took them a while, almost a half hour to get back, you heard the door open. Morgan seemed mad “I don't care what I'm wearing, you don't have to stare and say “DAMN”,” she was livid.
“It's kind of a hot bikini,” Bill laughed, “can you blame him.” You heard the fridge open, and a beer being cracked. How many had he ***** already. Morgan asked him to make her a vodka tonic. They sat on the couch in their swim wear, which both made you mad since they were getting it wet, but also happy that Morgan hadn't changed. She actually suggested sitting on towels, which helped.
They sat drinking and watching TV, and going through their phones for a half hour. It was surprisingly boring for these two. Morgan brought up the bedroom again. “You think he's really cool with us sleeping in their? It's not weird?”
Bill shrugged. “He said it was fine babe.”
She looked at him. “He knows we're going to have sex in there right? Like, in his bed? And he's fine with that?”
Your buddy lied, “Yeah I told him.” He had not told you, and you got a twinge of anger, and excitement all at once. It was sort of nuts to think about. Bill and Morgan were going to fuck in your bed. I mean, you knew it was going to happen, but to hear her speak of it made you red in the face, and somehow hard in the cock.
Morgan stood up, and walked to the bathroom. “I'm going to bring it up myself to make sure,” she went into the bathroom. “I'm not going to lie about that. We're on vacation and we're going to have sex.”
She came back and Bill reached out and cupped her ass hard, causing it to jiggle. “Speaking of sex, it's been a bit!”
Morgan turned with a stunned disbelieving look. “We literally JUST had sex!”
Your obnoxious buddy disagreed, “Nah...we didn't finish.”
She smiled. “I finished, I had a nice little orgasm down there.” She said slipping her bikini bottoms down her legs. “I guess if you don't cum it doesn't count?”
“Nope,” Bill laughed pulling his basketball shorts off. She looked back, and reached down to grab his cock, and sat right onto it, his cock disappeared inside her. Morgan pulled the table towards her, and gripped the edges. She started bouncing hard up and down on his cock, and it never came out (like it used to with you). She then sat on his cock and gyrated her hips, with it fully inside her. This was more for him, you guessed, as she was searching his face for cues of how good it felt. His head was back, eyes closed, hands on her waist.
Morgan suddenly stood up, and pulled on his hand. “Come on, let's go in the shower and you can finish in my face. That way I can clean it off.” Bill eagerly got up, and you watched your ex-girlfriend, naked from the waist down, pass by with your asshole friend, also naked from the waist down go into the bathroom together and shut the door.
The shower turned on, and ten minutes passed. Then the shower turned off, and another five minutes passed. You were upset you didn't get to witness everything. The door to the bathroom opened and Morgan was laughing as she walked by, now fully nude, “You sure love your facials huh?” Her handful breasts bounced, and her nipples were firm. She was lovely as she walked around wiping her head. “I'm going to need another shower, it got in my hair again.”
Bill walked by, nude as well, his cock flopping between his legs. He had a beer gut still, but still was solid in the upper body. He wasn't in better shape then you, so you wondered if all she saw was what was between his legs. He wasn't that much bigger.
Morgan walked over and pulled on her bikini bottom. Bill meanwhile, put his jeans and sweatshirt back on. “Let's go to the bar for a bit?”
She wasn't ready to leave. “Is all you think about sex and beer?” Bill laughed and nodded. “I need to do some emails for work.” She picked up her phone and crossed her legs. You watched her sexy little feet bob as she was writing on her phone, still topless. Her toes painted in the same white color as her fingernails. You could still see dry cum on her left tit on the outside, and even some white spurts on the hair above her forehead. There was even some on the left side of her head, towards the back. She scratched her head at one point, and felt the cum, she scooped it out and sighed. “Can you not cum so much?”
Bill chuckled. “Don't suck dick so good then. I don't think you know how intense they are.”
She just kept typing. “I told you they are tough to handle.” After a few minutes, she got up, her tits bounced as she walked to the bedroom past you in the closet. Ten minutes later she came out dressed once again in her tight white top and those yoga pants that mad her ass “pop”. She pulled on her Ugg boots, and checked her phone. “I'm not wearing panties just so you know. I'll change later, those CK ones are really wet. You have to watch what your doing down there in public.” She had no idea it was your saliva. “Ok, let's go.”
She was grumbling as she left. “I hope he doesn't want to run around bar to bar like we used to. Or go to some club.” She seemed annoyed. “I don't want that. This is basically our only vacation for a while. I just want to eat good food, relax, fuck like rabbits, and drink a bunch.”
“Me too babe,” Bill laughed, “Me too.”
As the door closed you heard her say, “we're fucking in his bed, he better know that, I don't want that to be a thing.”
They were gone. You came out, and checked the clock. It was 145PM. They had come at about 1145AM. You counted up the sex; twice on the couch, wait, three times on the couch. Once in the shower. Twice down in the pool area. They had already had sex 6 times, and 7 if you count the pool blowjob. You had only had sex with Haley twice so far. They had tripled the amount of sex you've had in two years in only two hours. It made you jealous, angry, and aroused. Morgan had once said if Bill dated her all they would do is “fuck, fuck, fuck”. It's really all they did, and it was more like one long session of sex than 6. They had never really stopped. Bill was completely addicted to her pussy, just like Morgan said he'd be, and you could see why. Further, she had become the kind of girl she said she'd be if they dated, always on her knees with cum in her face. However, in Bill's defense, they had taken a train ride, and were going to a bar. It wasn't all about sex. There was a little more there. You couldn't fault Bill one bit, their sex was great.
You walked to the bedroom. Right on top of the pile of stuff was the object you were looking for. Two objects. You grabbed them and ran to the bathroom. You unzipped your fly, and held your prizes out, hanging one up. First, you sniffed her white bikini top which smelled of coconut and feminine lotion, it got your dick moderately hard, but the bikini bottoms were the real treasure. You hung up the top, and grabbed the bikini bottoms, she had sat in them for a while. That wonderful pussy smell, mixed with hints of coconut wafted to your nose, and your dick grew in your hand. You were getting another fix, and once again it didn't last long. Maybe four tugs this time and you erupted another massive load on the back wall. Once again, it was a better orgasm than you'd had in two years. You fell back onto the sink catching your breath. You cleaned your load, and washed it down. There was already gobs of cum on the drain, and you weren't sure if it was yours or Bill's and it made you laugh. Everyone was having a good time.
You cleaned the area best you could, not touching the gobs of cum in the tub, as you weren't sure whose they were. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and found yourself adjusting your hair, your shirt, and your pants. You realized they had stains, so you went to your room and changed into another pair of slacks. For some reason, you wanted to look good. Did you want to look good for Morgan? You couldn't still compete with Bill for her could you? Maybe in your mind you always would.
You texted Bill to see where he was, and he told you the dive bar down the street with 2 dollar drinks. He told you to “get off work” early and come down. You told him you'd sneak out soon. You wanted to give it some time, to make it look like you were coming back from work. So you went to the kitchen and downed two beers quickly. You wanted a bit of a buzz, as you were legit nervous to see Morgan. You walked around the apartment pacing, and your eyes hit the heating vent next to the couch. Ughh, you cringed, and your heart pounded, realizing you'd hear them fuck. It was in the wall, and the other side connected to your room. You had heard Haley talking on the phone in your room clearly that one night while you sat on the couch. It both made you a little mad, but also excited.
Hmmmm, you thought, having a pretty naughty and terrible idea. You went to your closet in the kitchen, and found your screwdriver. You walked back to the grate, and unscrewed each corner. It made a loud noise as you pulled it from the wall and set it to the side. The rectangular hole was large enough for you to fit your head and shoulders in. It only went back about a foot, before you saw the grating in your room. You pushed your head further until you were against the metal grating in your room. You could see most of the room, and the side of the bed. This may come in handy, if you're careful you told yourself, fully accepting you were an addict, and wanted to see as much as you could.
Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump from the surprise. You pulled your head out of the grate and set the unscrewed grating back in. It hung there, but if it fell, you might be in trouble. You bright the screws and screwdriver back to the kitchen closet. Then you checked your phone. It was Haley. She asked what you were doing tonight. Why had you decided NOT to tell her your friends were coming up. You had never told her about your relationship with Morgan, as it was embarrassing and you didn’t want any more people to know the truth. But why no invite her out. Instead, you told her you were going to see some friends back home for weekend. She texted you back “boo”.
That was that. You literally blew off the girl your were dating, and your only pussy, to hang out with Bill and Morgan...by yourself. Seeing Haley and Morgan together, or even next to each other wasn't something you wanted. Haley was fat, and Morgan was gorgeous. You honestly would rather masturbate to the hotness that was Morgan, than to have actual sex with Haley the fatty.
You shrugged, not really caring, and exited your apartment. You stopped in two bars, before going to the dive bar, and got two strong drinks. You were very nervous about how this was going to go. You hadn't seen them since last summer, and only for a night, and it was awkward, at least for you. You never got to see Morgan outside of pictures unless Bill brought her out, as she was HIS girlfriend now. It was weird, but they seemed to have gotten over the strangeness, why couldn't you.
You picked up a pack of smokes across from the dive bar, seeing them inside, Morgan chatting with a bartender. She kept sitting up, and pointing to drinks on the wall, and you could see that ass, and her lovely tits in that tight white top. You took some deep breaths and moved towards the bar. Here it goes, you told yourself.
You walked in, and Bill saw you. He called you over, moving towards you and held out his hands as you walked over to him. “What's up buddy,” he shook your hand and gave you a half hug, like men do. “Long time no see!”
Morgan saw you then and she jumped off her seat, a wide and warm smile on her face. She ran over to you, and hugged you. “Oh my god, you got off early.” It was a close hug, and she pushed those tits into your coat, you bent your ass back slightly, as she literally embraced you, as you didn't want her to actually feel your once again raging boner. You smelled that coconut lotion that was all over her clothes. She grabbed your arms and stood back. “You look good look at you,” she smiled. “How have you been?” She turned to the bartender. “Matt! Get this guy a Maker's on the rocks!” She looked back, “That's your drink right? A Maker's for my Sweetie”
You moved to the bar, and Morgan patted the seat next to her. The one in between her and Bill. You felt strange, but you didn't want this to be awkward, so you sat down. Luckily, you had buzz going. So you sat in between Morgan and Bill. She rubbed you back, and started to ask about work, while Bill watched basketball.
“You know these guys,” Matt, the bartender who you recognized smiled, handing you the drink. You nodded. You'd seen this bartender before, and knew he flirted a lot. He stared at Morgan quite often and tried to interject in conversations. Morgan was ever the flirtatious and open girl.
Weirdly, at least to you, Morgan and you chatted pretty much exclusively, and the instal awkwardness was tapering off. She seemed intent on driving the conversation and not stopping for a moment. Bill watched TV and debated with the older man next to him about Lebron James.
Your eyes were on Morgan's legs often, as they were crossed towards you, and looking tight and toned in the yoga pants. Morgan sipped her drink at one point, and her eyes opened wide. “Oh MY GOD!” She slapped your shoulder. “The new girl!” She leaned in. “I want the deets,” she joked. “EVERYTHING! What is she like, is it serious,” she winked at you jokingly. “Are we going to your wedding soon?”
“HA!” You laughed, thinking how surreal it was for your ex-girlfriend to ask these questions under the circumstances, there was a moment of silence as you chugged your mug of beer, thinking of what to say. “No,” you added, “just having fun right now!”
“Ugh,” Morgan muttered jokingly. “Just a booty call isn't she?” She slapped you playfully again. Bill patted you on the back approvingly. “You're an asshole,” Morgan shot him a glance. “As always.” “You're not a dog like him right?” You told her you didn't know, but it was “nice” right now. Morgan wouldn't let up though, and she insisted on a picture. You showed her the best picture you could find, without her seeing how fat Haley was. She looked cute in the pic, but had on a pink field hockey sweatshirt. Morgan beamed, “Oh my god,” she enhanced the pic, “she is cute and SO perfect for you.” Those words kind of angered you, but you rolled with the punches. “She has huge boobs doesn't she?” Morgan added, “Yup, that's why she has the sweatshirt on”. You eagerly agreed, instead of admitting she was fat.
“You motor boat them,” Bill laughed referencing “Wedding Crashers”, you both laughed. “Yeah, your a motor-boating son of a bitch,” he joked.
Morgan sighed, “TITS TITS TITS,” she looked at her chest, “It's all guys think about.” She ran her hands over her legs. “I thought you guys all loved the girls? Aren't you a “leg man”.
You're eye roamed her legs up the stalks to the bottoms of her ass. “I am, and the “girls” still look great,” you muttered letting the words in your head be spoken out loud. Your face turned red, and you felt shame.
Instead of slapping you or getting mad, Morgan rubbed you arm. “Aww...thanks sweetie...” She told Bill to take a lesson from me. She ordered a tequila shot, a double, for herself. You watched her down it, and sensed a nervousness in her movements and mannerism. She then grabbed you. “Smoke time,” she said and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and towards the door. Bill started to get up. “Just us asshole,” she held her hand up at him to stop.
Before you knew it, for the first time in years, you were alone with Morgan. She lit a cigarette, and her lipstick got onto it, but she handed it to you. She used to do this all the time, and you put it in your mouth, tasting her sweet lipstick. She lit her own and took a puff, watching her smoke was immensely arousing, even to this day. She blew it out, and it came out her nose as she looked over to the coffee shop across the street. “Did Bill tell you what's going to happen?” She finally looked at you.
“About what? I thought we were going to get some drinks and have fun for a few days?” You weren't sure what she meant.
“Well,” Morgan looked away again. “This is our vacation, and you know about couple's on vacation right?” She looked at you slightly with low eyes. She used the word “couple” to describe Bill and her, could she see how erect it made you. Luckily, she had yet to look at your crotch.
You nodded, “Uh, yeah sure,” it was odd, as you had gone on vacation WITH her before.
Morgan rolled her hands. “You know, you kind of want to relax and have fun.”
You were still confused. “Sure yeah, we'll go to get some drinks at some fun places.”
Her palm went to her face. “Yuuuh,” she sighed deeply. “Sex dude, I want to have sex with my boyfriend.” Her reference to him as her boyfriend, that asshole, made you even harder. “But your apartment isn't really that big, so, we are staying in your room.” She gave you a strained look.
You just blurted it out, “It's fine, it really is, you can do whatever you want.”
Morgan's face lit up, and she hugged you, and kissed you cheek so fast that you couldn't stop her if you tried. “You're such a sweetie.” She looked across the street to the Dunkin Donuts, “Yikes, I totally need a coffee otherwise I'll crash.”
For some reason, you jumped at the chance. “I'll get you a coffee.”
She smiled. “Really! Thanks! Mocha Latte please!” She put her cigarette out on the side of the building and went back in. You walked across the street, and found out there wasn't any Mocha Lattes. You thought about calling her to see what else she wanted, but instead walked ten more minutes to a Starbucks to get exactly what she ordered. You really were addicted to this girl
You went back to the bar, with the coffee and sat back down. Morgan lit up, and grabbed it quickly. She sipped it, and let out and “ahhh”, satisfied with the taste. She leaned back in her seat and looked to Bill. “See this is what gets guys blowjobs you jerk!” She pointed to you. She still had that sexy nasty little mouth on her.
After about a half hour, it was 3PM, and the drinks were coming fast. Morgan looked at her watch and asked when you guys would get food and go out drinking, so she could get ready. You told her around 1030PM like you usually do. She looked over to Bill, who was by this point, just staring at her ass and legs.
She whispered to you. “Do you mind if we go back a little early and “enjoy” our vacation for a bit.” She was clearly asking, now that you got it, to fuck your friend in your apartment, not like she already hadn't.
Bill came up behind her, and you watched him grope that ass in those yoga pants. Her ass squeezed tight in his hand, and you recalled how many times he'd "cupped" her ass when she dated you. "Is this going to be like a New Orleans vacation?"
Morgan's mouth went wide. "NO FUCKING WAY!"
You had never known they went to New Orleans. You asked, and they mentioned how they spent a weekend there before their long trip to Florida, which you were well aware of. You sipped your drink, not sure what you wanted to ask, but you had so many questions, having heard about New Orleans, and spent a few days there. Girls went....wild. You mustered the guts and asked, "Did you...like flash guys!"
Morgan gave Bill a look, and then you, as if asking whether you were serious. She laughed, "It's New Orleans dude OF COURSE I flashed my tits," she seemed disbelieving of your question. Meanwhile, your head was swimming as you couldn't believe the "girl next door" as you used to call her would flash those tits in public, and admit it openly now.
Bill smiled to you, "That isn't what I meant!"
Mrgan again asked if they could go "enjoy" the vacation, and you told them to go have fun, and remained at the bar. Your mind was still stuck on New Orleans, and a trip you never even went on. She explained she'd send Bill back in a few minutes.
“Lucky guy,” Matt the bartender said as they left. “Hot as fuck.” He was wiping a glass. “All I'd do is fuck that girl over and over.”
You chuckled loudly. “That's all he does with her, trust me,” you smiled, knowing the truth of their amazing sex life, as if you held a special secret. “This will be the 7th time today by my count.” You bluttered out.
Matt's head went to the side. “How do you know?”
You couldn't tell him you watched, you dared not, but you had a cover. “He tells me. He tells me everything.” You then fished out your phone. You had an unopened text from Bill. “Check this out,” and you showed him the picture of her pearly ass in that white bikini.
“FUCK! DAMN!” He didn't know what to do. “What I'd give.”
A minute later, Bill texted about “condoms” and you told him there was a box in your nightstand.
About a half hour later, Bill returned, smile on his face.
“Have fun,” Matt said.
Bill just laughed. “Big Time!” He got a fist bump from Matt, so you found yourself doing the same, as you congratulated your obnoxious friend for fucking your ex-girlfriend. As the hours dragged on , around 530PM Bill said “let's go back to the apartment and save money,” you agreed. He explained Morgan was just hanging out, checking emails, facebook, twitter, and other “girl” stuff.
The two of you chatted about sports, work, and life, as if you hadn't missed a beat in your friendship. Something loomed over you both though, and you needed to ask. "What happened in New Orleans?"
Your buddy patted you on the back, and then picked up his phone. "I NEVER showed you this!" He flipped through his pictures. "We met some couple that wanted to "swing", but we weren't into it, but the guy still insisted we go on his boat and have fun." He showed you a picture that floored you. "Morgan and his wife got wasted, and soon, they were topless bro!" The picture was of a topless Morgan, and some older short haired blonde woman, whose body wasn't nearly as nice as Morgan's. Both had on bikini bottoms and stripper heels. "She borrowed those," Bill read your mind flipping thought more pics. "Shit got out of hand quickly." Bill pulled up a video, and pressed play, he made sure bartender wasn't in earshot. The video played, it was the weird husband, he was filming. The the wife came out of the interior of the boat, followed by Morgan. She was glowing, "Drinks, cigars," she had a tray, and so did Morgan, "blowjobs?" The last word lingered.
The husband smiled. "I'll take all three." You watched the wife get on her hands and knees and being to suck his small cock. The husband grabbed the whiskey and lit his cigar. He looked at Morgan with the camera. You couldn't believe your eyes, when she sank to her knees and began to pull Bill's cock out. On camera, Morgan sucked Bill's cock, as the man got his cock sucked. They clinked glasses, and the man helped Bill light his cigar, as sucking, slurping and smacking noises filled the video. Bill pulled the video down finally. "It goes on for like an hour, they served and sucked us. Fun times." He just casually changed the subject to sports, as your mind was utterly blown off. Who was this girl he dated? It wasn't your Morgan. For sure.
Drinks flowed, conservation picked back up, and the weirdness was sort of wearing off. Bill stopped at the door to your apartment when you began to open it. “Wait dude,” he called. “Just be prepared.”
“For what?” You asked, confused.
Bill shrugged. “Morgan has these shorts on,” he pointed inside, “she thinks they're just lounging shorts, but she kind of has a nice ass now, and I don't think she realizes what it does to men.”
You tried to be cool, “I'll be fine!” You opened the door. You walked in and turned to the kitchen to see Morgan sipping a beer, with her back to you, and texting or tweeting. Your eyes caught the sight, and you got Bill's warning. She had on a pair of orange shorts that rode high on the waist, almost pulled up, with white lining around the edges. Her ass was just hanging out, the bottoms of her white cheeks, just there, right before your eyes. You could see where the legs came up and that firm, now toned ass began. It looked huge, as never before. “HOLY FUCK!” You shouted out, unable to hold it in.
Morgan turned quickly at the sound of your voice. “What's wrong?” You just stood there, and Morgan looked down at your crotch. “Guess you like my shorts,” she laughed, “men,” she uttered walking by shaking her head and sitting on the couch. You looked down and realized for once in your life, your cock was so erect you could see the bulge clearly. “They're just shorts, and comfortable.” She flipped through channels on TV. “Guys are such pervs.”
You tried to get back to feeling normal around her, but it was hard. So you moved right to Vodka drinks, and took tequila shots with her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her, and had trouble talking to her. Good thing Bill wanted to talk football. Her tight white top, and those perky tits with the poking nipples didn't help. Neither did her sitting on the couch, as her ass-cheeks were clear as they squished while sitting. She crossed her legs, and bobble those dainty curvy bare feet. You wanted to suck those lovely toes, and Bill had told you time and again, about how he had done just that, and even got plenty of foot-jobs. You never even knew what that was, until he sent you pics of her feet covered in cum. She had perfect feet, as Bill had pointed out, long before he took her from you. Slowly, but surely, you got on the Morgan has sexy feet train, and never got off. They were flawless feet of a gorgeous girl who always wore heels. You hadn't once noticed until this asshole next to her had pointed it out.
You sat across from them, in your lonely loveseat, trying to glimpse at this goddess now and again. At one point, she stated she wanted to smoke, but you didn't have a ledge or a balcony, and didn't want to do that in the house. Bill said he was fine, but Morgan insisted you go with her. So you walked down your apartment hallway, and down to the pool area, were the outside deck was, with Morgan in those fucking intense shorts, her ass bobbing as she walked. There was no shame in her as she walked, just total confidence, with a high head and shoulders back. She wasn't just confident in her new ass, she was proud of it, and clearly willing to display it a little. It was cold out, and you were stunned she didn't seem to care. Her nipples were more than visible when you got to the outside deck.
A young neighbor named John walked by, and stopped in his tracks when he saw Morgan. This guy was a loser to you, and had slick back hair, and you always saw him dressed like he was going to a club. He came over, staring the whole time right at Morgan's ass, while she thumbed through her phone. He said hi to you, but never even looked at you. “Got another cigarette,” he asked Morgan. She nodded and handed him one. He asked her her name, where she was from and how she knew you. Morgan said you were friends from college and you were friends with her boyfriend, never mentioning that you had dated.
She was flirty as usual, but asked where the bathroom was when she finished a cigarette. She told you to stay put, as she went over to the bathroom, both you and John watched her ass as she walked to the bathroom. “Amazing ass,” he muttered. “What are you guys doing tonight?”
You stopped him right there. “She has a boyfriend. He's here.” You actually defended her place with Bill. This guy was a sleazeball, but for some reason, you wanted to impress him, since he thought he got women. “I used to date her!”
He laughed and looked at you. “Right.”
You smiled. “I did.”
He asked what happened, and you just came out with it, as if admitting it to yourself. “I couldn't handle that.” You laughed. You both laughed.
“I get that,” he said and walked away. It was bit of honesty, and admitting it to yourself. As she walked out and moved towards you, typing away on her phone, you glanced over this new confidence Morgan, and pretty much confirmed your statement in your mind. You simply couldn't handle this girl.
You walked behind Morgan, watching her ass in those shorts, as she played on her phone, the lower portion of her butt cheeks got your cock dripping in your pants. Your heart was beating as you watched her, and luckily you made it back without an “incident” in your pants. Why couldn't you have this stamina with Haley, or any other girl. You'd already masturbated twice, two amazing orgasms, and you were hard as a rock once again. Why was it only this girl? Was it because she was so hot? Why were these erections for a girl you couldn't have. A girl you once had, but let slip away to your friend.
As she walked in your apartment, and sat next to Bill on the couch, she crossed her legs, feet dangling and bobbing again, as she kept looking at her phone. You looked at her and thought how different she was now. You recalled Morgan had promised to get Bill a hot girl, who sucks and fucks just like her. A girl who even LOOKS like Morgan. You never in a million years believed it would BE Morgan herself. But as you looked over her amazing form, you realize she truly did live up to her promise to Bill, in a strange way. She had gotten Bill a hotter version of herself even, given him a hotter version of herself, than the one she gave you. You remembered her saying 'in order to date her', Bill would at least have to bring a girl around and show that he could have a relationship. It was such a ass backwards way of proving it to Morgan, but he certainly was doing it. Right before your eyes...WITH MORGAN!
Then you realize that they had pretty much planned on dating way back then, and had literally laid out how it would all work out. This made you jealous, angry and somehow even more erect. You were going to burst.
The hot girl in your house stood up, and you watched her walk into your bedroom, and a moment later Bill followed. You heard the door swing, but not close, and couldn't see in. You moved towards the grating. You heard them talking softly.
“Cut it out Bill,” Morgan muttered. “I'm trying to use the phone.”
Bill was grumbling, “You can't wear those shorts and not get fucked babe!”
“Not here,” she pleaded. “He's right out there.”
Bill wouldn't let up. “He doesn't care.”
Morgan then hurt your feelings a little. “He has a boner out there, clear as day, and he hasn't said much since we got back. Maybe I should take the shorts off.”
“No,” Bill added, “he just needs time alone, and so do we.” He insisted they “go get a smoke” down by the pool. Morgan agreed, and they came out. She was looking at her phone still, not looking up at you. Bill told you they were going for a smoke and would be right back. They left you alone.
A few seconds after leaving the apartment, Bill sent you a text, of Morgan on the phone in front of the elevator, with her ass cheeks in those shorts, clear as day. He added. “Enjoy buddy!” You felt shame that they literally wanted you to jerk off, as it was awkward. You walked to the bathroom, and saw a used condom in the trash. You then looked into your room, and on the nightstand was the box, only one left out of the three. You realized Bill had taken another with him.
You wanted to see what this meant, and raced down out the apartment, and down the stairs. You reached the pool, but there wasn't anyone around. So yo began searching. Then you opened the door to the men's locker and saw the wall leading to the bathroom stalls. You heard a noise.
“Someone's in here,” Morgan called out softly.
“They'll leave, just calm down,” Bill told her. You waited a few seconds and opened and closed the door. “See,” Bill said, and you peaked around the corner. You couldn't see much, but you saw Morgan's feet outside of Bill's. They were in the last stall. Morgan's feet moved slightly, and her toes pushed up in her sandals, as you heard the toilet seat bang in a rhythmic succession. They were having sex in the stall you were sure of it.
“You think he's jerking off?” She asked. “Or using his “girlfriend”. What does he call her “Haley”! HAHAHA!” Her feet were sliding as she was doing all the movement. It made you upset about the jokes, but also hard.
“I'd prefer the pussy,” Bill joked, “The real ones a fatty.”
Morgan defended your choice of women, “no stop, she's cute.” She then laughed. "Not all guys can get hotties.” If she was referring to herself, you wanted to remind her that you had in fact HAD her.
“I got the hottest,” Bill muttered, as his legs barely moved. Morgan was doing most of the work.
“Mmmmmmm,” she cooed, “you know it baby,” she assured him. “But you got to get more condoms.” Her movements stopped. “I mean, seriously one box of three condoms? That's not even a good day of sex? What single guy has THREE condoms.” She began to bounce again, judging from the toilet seat bumping sound. “I mean did you see the dust, I'm not sure he's ever used any. You think he's fucked Haley?”
You had enough of the judgment about your sex life, and were about to leave. That's when an elderly neighbor came in and said “hi” and you turned back and nodded. The guy walked over to the pisser, took a piss, and you walked out. He came out a few minutes later, asking about the heat in your unit. Guess he didn't catch them, you thought, trying to race back to the apartment.
You put on slacks, with a tight belt, and tucked you small dick under the belt. That was where it was going to stay. Morgan and Bill came back about twenty minutes later. Around 6PM you ordered pizza, even though they wanted to go out, you insisted. Secretly, you just wanted to keep Morgan in those shorts.
It was time to get ready, and you and Bill quickly showered. You put on a purple button up shirt, with slacks and nice shoes. Bill had on a black colored shirt and some boots and jeans, at least they were black boots.
Morgan insisted the two of you go to the cheap bar and wait for her to get ready. So that is exactly what you did. Around 9PM, you went back to the apartment to get her. You walked in, wondering what she'd be wearing. She had said she wasn't “going” all out tonight. However, when she came out your eyes popped open. She had on a green velour baby-doll mini-dress that hugged her curves, and came down about an inch below her ass. It wasn't a tight dress, but it looked fantastic, and she had on nylons with a winding flower pattern in the back. She saw you and said, “How do I look”.
“REALLY NICE!” You finally spoke, breath coming out strained. Morgan then stunned you and looked at your crotch.
“You sure,” she looked up at you, then back at your crotch. “Sometimes I can't tell with you.” She walked to the bedroom to get her boots.
Bill was in the kitchen and came out with a beer. “She just likes to see how her outfits make men react.” You didn't know what he meant as he handed you a beer. “She wants to see if it gives you a boner dude.” He sat down and sipped his beer.
You realized that was why she always looked at your crotch, going as far back as when you went on your first date with her. She had never told you. Did she tell Bill, or had he figured it out, as he ALWAYS had a boner for her. You still in your head competed with Bill, and didn't want to look like you had a small cock, so you let your dick go free from under the belt, and it pushed out, not to obscenely.
Morgan came out, in knee high leather five inch boots, that were tight on her amazing legs. Your cock began to push very hard against the tight slacks. Morgan looked down quickly. “Ohhhhhkkkk,” she laughed and walked by you, “guess the boots look good.” She began to do her make-up, and you watched her put on the foundation, and then the blush, the eye-liner, and lipstick. Then you watched her straighten her hair. Bill watched TV, and she grilled you about school and work, as you just watched her. She occasionally glanced at you and asked for something from her purse which you eagerly handed her. When her look was completed she was stunning. If she was a 7 or 8 before, which was being mean, she was a 15 now. She wasn't even in the same species as the two of you let alone the same “league” as they say. She sat with Bill, and grabbed his beer, taking a sip.
“How did that guy get her,” you thought. It would be the theme of the night.
You left, and Morgan walked in between you, but looked so much more mature, and confident and gorgeous. She also stood inches over you, and since Bill was shorter than you, towered over him. You couldn't take this beauty to a dive bar. So you took her to a semi-nice lounge, as she insisted no “clubs”.
The bouncer checked her out. As did the bartender. Morgan made sure only SHE was getting drinks for everyone, since she'd “bat her eyelashes” at the guy. Bill didn't care. It happened time and again, guys would come to hit on her, and she would flirt, and then they'd ask for a number and she'd shut them down.
Morgan came onto YOUR plush couch, and sat with YOU, engaging you in conversation and asking what type of girl you liked. Bill was getting annoyed, not by Morgan or anything she was doing, but just the vibe itself. Morgan eventually told him to just go sit at the bar. “He's so annoying sometimes. I just can't stand him.” She truly seemed mad. She then proceeded to talk, and act like she was with you. She'd hold your hand as you walked to get smokes, together. She'd rub your leg, and laugh at even your stupider jokes. What was happening, you thought?
Then she pointed to a heavier set girl who had kept looking over. “See it's working,” Morgan smiled. “She's checking you out.”
“She is?” You asked, looking over. But Morgan swatted you back and told you not to do that.
“A lot of girls are,” Morgan grabbed your hand and held it, “I'm not bragging, but I'm kind of hot, so being with me helps,” She continued, “I think you could fuck that girl.”
Bill came over, and sat down, when Morgan got up, he grabbed her ass. He was *****. “Cut it out asshole.” She grabbed your hand and pulled you away for a smoke.
“Everything alright?” you asked. You kind of wanted to see if their were troubles in paradise.
“Yeah, it's just that all Bill wants to do is FUCK FUCK FUCK! You know. There needs to be more.” You remembered how she predicted that would be a problem years ago “if” they dated. She took a big drag and Morgan said “sometimes I think I should date a guy like you, so sweet,” she rubbed arm. It was an odd thing to say and it got awkward, but then the heavy girl, with the jowly neck came out.
“Oh hey,” Morgan smiled to her and called her over. She introduced the two of you. You talked to the girl for several minutes, and Morgan was the one who got you her number.
About an hour later, it was time to leave. You were walking home, and Morgan stopped you. “Text that girl,” she said. “see if she'll meet you at a bar.” You shrugged and told her maybe some other night. Morgan grabbed your phone and texted her for you as you tried to snatch it back. She gave the phone back, and it buzzed in your hand. She got back to you. She wanted to meet at another bar. “See”, Morgan insisted. “Go get laid.” She shooed you. “Go! We have a key.” She reached in her bag, and pulled out the last condom. “Have fun!”
You watched them leave you there, without even giving you a chance to say you didn't want to fuck that fat girl. Why had Morgan pushed her on you so hard. You followed them around the corner, keeping your distance. They found a side alley, and you saw them begin to make out passionately. You watched Morgan playfully fight him, but she seemed all too fine when he turned her around and pushed her against the wall. He lifted the dress, and you saw the pantyhose only went up to her thighs. She had on a black thong, which he moved to the side. You watched him enter her from behind, right there in the alley. Morgan had once said “public sex” was for whores. Guess she was right, you smiled.
Morgan had to bend her knees a lot due to the heels, but Bill was really pounding her in the alley. They seemed oblivious to the world. After about three minutes they stopped and kept walking back. You walked behind them and watched them enter your building. You went to your windows and looked in the window. The blinds were down, but you saw them moving. Morgan walked over and covered the blinds. “SHIT!” You told yourself.
You watched your bedroom window, and Morgan came into view. She closed those blinds too, and the lights went off. You raced around, and crept to your house. You crossed your finger. Hoped with all your heart they were either banging on the sofa and you could catch it or better, in your room, and you could watch.
You opened the door so slowly, so it wouldn't creak. Then you opened it wide quickly, and saw no one. You walked slowly, shutting the door without a sound. You crept to the grate and moved it. You pushed your face to the bedroom grate and looked in. The light from your nightstand was on, and gave you full view. Morgan was spread eagle on the bed, nude, except for the nylons and those leather boots. Bill had her legs in his arms holding her right under the knees as he speared his cock in and out of your ex-girlfriend. He was slamming into her, his cock glistening with her juices as she moaned. “OH GOD BABY! FUCK ME!” The sloshing began to grow, and you saw Morgan's mouth go agape and her eyes pop open, and juices flowed from her cunt as Bill kept driving his cock into her making splashing noises as he did, he juice flowed onto your bed and down to the floor, some splashed from her right onto your rug. It was the most erotic position you'd ever seen the tow, and it didn't end.
“Just do it baby!” Morgan cooed. “Creampie me, I don't give a fuck!”
Her words shocked you, and Bill who slowed his pace. “Really?” He asked.
“Yes, cum in me baby,” she looked right at him. “I want to feel it.” She was pushing her hips into him.
It seemed it was all Bill needed as he slammed home. Morgan reached up and grabbed his nutsac, and her leg swung around his back, pulling him in. She smiled as he grunted and said “fuck yeah” several times. You could see the cum now, dripping around his cock at their union, overflowing and bubbling out. He pulled out, a long rope of cum still connecting his cocktip to her pussy. Bill stood back, and Morgan just laid there. The three of you just watched Morgan's pussy, as it bubbled cum out slowly at first, then a huge gob poured down onto your bed. “Is that all?” She laughed. “That's the big deal?”
Bill looked like a man who had touched the hand of god. “It was good for me,” he joked. Bill caught his breath, and Morgan used your tissues to wipe her pussy and the cum from your sheets. She was doing a terrible job of it. “I'm sooooo glad he left for a bit,” she added. “It was getting kind of annoying. I mean, I told him we wanted to fuck. Take a hint. Go get laid, or get more beers.” It hurt you a little, but she was sort of right. She stood up and unzipped her boots. “Let's go down to the pool”.
You took this as a cue to leave quickly, and headed back out the grate, and crawled down the hall, unseen. You exited slowly as before and ran down the hall towards the bathroom.
They came down about a half hour later, and you waited. It was the same as before. Fuck, swim, suck, swim, drink, fuck, shower, fuck, drink. It just never ended. After they left, you texted Bill you were coming home, and he said they were in bed. You got back, and turned on the TV, but crept into the grate. The lights were out, but Morgan was on-top of Bill, she was riding him, you could see her tits, with his hands groping them, their lower half covered by your sheets. IT was a slow pace, but Morgan seemed to enjoy it from the look on her face.
You needed release, but didn't want to do it here. You found yourself walking to the last stall in the men's room downstairs, using THEIR idea. You put the condom on your dick, and saw one used one floating in the toilet, and you laughed. All it took was a few tugs, the memories of the day fresh in your head. Your pornstars didn't disappoint. They had been there less than 12 hours, and already had fucked more than you had sex in the past five years. You jerked one more time, the image of Bill holding her legs as he fucked her kept coming back. Morgan's words kept repeating in your mind. “Don't let him get a hold of my legs. Or its over!” As you shot a tremendous load into the condom, you realized it was over in a way, but still the same in some, and just beginning in others.
That strange night at the bar when they laid out their relationship as if it was inevitable came back to haunt, and to excite in the end. So many things came to pass as they had stated. Morgan was kind of a sluttier version of herself with Bill, and all they did was fuck, mainly doggystlyle, with a few Bjs here and there as Morgan put it. Bill had shown he can bring a girl up to the city, even if that girl was in FACT Morgan. And your former girlfriend had lived up to finding Bill a hot girl who looked, fucked and sucked just like she did, because it was her after all.
There was still one thing from that night that hadn't occurred, or at least you thought, but what you had just witnessed made you unsure.
Your friend stood up from the couch and walked over. His brow furrowed as he looked down. “What's that?” He bent to look
Morgan flicked her hand towards it in a sort of disgust. “I think its one of those....one of those....”
Your jerk of a friend, laughed. “It's just a pocket pussy.”
Morgan made a gross wince with her face. “Eewwwww....put it back...put it back....”
“I'm not touching it,” Bill chuckled standing up. You felt so ashamed. You wanted to hide, even though you were already hiding. Morgan insisted he “do something” and to not just leave it there. Bill walked to the kitchen and came back with a trash bag. He put the bag around his hand and picked it up. “Where was it?”
“I don't know,” Morgan said stepping back and pointing to the beach towels, “I think under there.” You watched as Bill placed it under the last beach towel, when it was in fact, in the middle. “I hope he doesn't know we took it,” she muttered. “Grab a bath towel please,” she insisted, handing him the beach towels.
You watched him grab two white bath towels instead. He left the closet door open, making you wonder if they'd see you. Your ***** buddy, always thinking of alcohol, went into the kitchen and returned with a beer. Morgan was texting, and your phone vibrated. She went to the kitchen herself and you checked your phone. She had asked if you were “sure” they could use your bedroom. You replied yes, and Morgan came back into view and grabbed her stuff and began to roll it across the floor towards your room. Unfortunately due to the doors position, you'd have to open it and expose yourself to look into your room. She called to Bill to make her a drink. “A good STRONG margarita, he said he has the mix. Good tequila too Bill! Not Jose Cuervo again!” She was still adamant about providing her good tequila, which she had espoused to Bill long ago one of the requirements to date her. However, you’re the one that splurged on the Patron Platinum that cost you eighty dollars. You heard a blender going in the kitchen and commotion. Your asshole buddy came out with a margarita glass, and even had the salt on the side. Good job dude, you actually thought in your head.
Morgan walked right past you and your eyes almost popped out of your head. She had on a white bikini, with no straps, that wrapped around her body and perky tits. You remembered them called a “bandeau” bikini from, well, the YouTube videos of girls trying on bikinis. “Bikini hauls” had become a regular staple in your jerk-off rotation. It wasn't the tops that got you, but the bikini bottoms, and the one she wore didn't disappoint. The white bikini bottom came up high on her waist in the front, and covered her crotch fully, but the back, which had a thin fabric riding up her crack to more material high up on her waist, gave you a shot of her newly toned and firm white ass cheeks. It wasn't pornographic, or even a thong, in fact, it wasn't inappropriate at all, however, it surely displayed her wonderful little ass. You remember her saying long ago she wouldn't be caught DEAD in one of those bikinis, well, she didn't live up to that promise.
As she walked to the den, you were transfixed on that ass and those legs, and her toned waist. She looked amazing. Your cock was dripping, waiting to be serviced, but you wanted to wait, unsure why, to touch yourself. She grabbed her drink off the coffee table and twisted the glass in her hand, taking in all the salt and the green drink itself. She sipped it, “Wow, not bad, you did good.” She smiled. “See, drinks like this get cocks sucked.” She then got on her knees, making sure they were on the white rug you had laid down in front of the couch. Her tight ass sitting on those legs as you watched her unzip Bill's pants and pull his cock out. She had his limp cock in her hand and sucked the tip in, it came out with a “pop”. Your buddy, shockingly seemed more interested in the TV. She stood up and turned to the TV, giving you both a view of that pearly white ass in the white bikini. She asked what he was watching. Bill remarked “Hot Bench”. You knew the show. It was a show about three judges, similar to Judge Judy. Your obnoxious friend, reached up and grabbed that slice of fabric that went from her crotch up her ass crack meeting with the material at her waist. “Is this the good bikini?” Bill asked.
Morgan turned to him and began sinking her ass towards his lap. “Yup, the easy access one!” She giggled. You saw her hand move the white fabric at the bottom of her ass to the side, and you could see her pussy and watched as it sank down, and was impaled by Bill's cock. She slowly humped your buddy right on your couch. It was a slow deliberate pace, as they both watched TV. “They get the worst people for these shows!” She commented, as if she wasn't having sex.
Your buddy's hands reached up and went under her tight top, he was groping her perky little breasts, he then responded, “It's all fake, they get paid. His eyes not on the girl, but the TV.
Morgan stopped her movements, still sitting on his lap, with his cock inside her. “No WAY,” she said, and picked up her phone. As she flipped through her phone, her hips moved again. It amazed you how they were just casually conversing and fucking at the same time. After ten minutes of sex and debating about the show, Morgan stood up and adjusted her bikini.
She walked past you to the bathroom, instructing Bill to make another drink. She came back out, looked at the right side of the closet, up at the beach towels, and you knew what she was looking at. She shook her head, and you heard the blender go off again. Her body turned towards the kitchen where your friend was making a drink. “How often do you think he fucks that thing!” She pointed to the pocket pussy, and you saw her white fingernails. They matched her bikini.
Your dickhead friend chimed in from out of view. “Probably a lot, the guy likes to jerk off.”
It mad your face red with anger. But your mind wandered down Morgan's body, along with your eyes. Morgan's ass was only three feet from you. “I caught him sniffing my panties once. You know!”
Bill laughed coming out with a new drink and his own beer, “I used to do that too,”
Your ex-girlfriend grabbed her drink and sipped it. “Ughh...men are so weird.” She turned to the closet. “I hope that's NOT the girl he's talking about. She's real right?” She walked over to the couch and sat down. “Right? He's such a sweet guy, I feel bad.” She shook her friends. “What is it with your buddies and girls, they can never get laid.” Her words were kind of mean, considering she was your “ex”. You did have a girlfriend, and she WAS real. You wanted to prove it.
“They're all too busy jerking off to you babe,” Bill remarked chugging his beer.
Morgan slapped your buddy. “You need to stop sending them pics of me asshole! You see what happens.” She pointed to the closet. “Instead of getting real pussy, they sit at home and jerk off. Now with tools.” This made them laugh.
Bill shrugged. “If there not getting laid, why not help them spank it to a hot girl, is what I say.”
Morgan drank the rest of her margarita. “I guess that makes sense kind of in a weird way.”
Bill's head turned to Morgan, and looked her over. “Bet he'd love to see that bikini!”
Morgan looked at herself. “You think? It's nothing special.” This made you shake your head.
He nodded, picking up his phone and was about to take a picture. Morgan stopped him. “No don't do that....” She stood up and picked up her phone. “Take a picture of me just doing something random I don't want him to think I'm trying to model for him for jerk off pics.” Bill did as he was told, taking a picture that caught her ass more than anything. Your phone buzzed in your pants. “Let's get going,” Morgan told Bill. “Put your shit away. “ She pointed to the kitchen. “Grab some beers.”
You watched Bill go past you, and he came out in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You saw Morgan put on flip flops, and you were shocked when they just headed for the door. She was going to walk around your building like that. She'd give some elderly people heart attacks.
As they left, Morgan said, “You think he'll like that pic?”
Bill laughed. “Yeah I do.”
“You think he'll fuck his little girlfriend in there to it,” she joked as they left your apartment.
You finally came out of the closet, your cock leaking over your slacks, so a stain was visible, several in fact. You wanted to jerk off, but something told you to go into your bedroom. You kept looking back at the hallway to the front door as you crept to your own room. You walked over to see all of their things on your bed. On top of Morgan's luggage was her yoga pants, socks, white top, fluffy coat, her hat, and her panties. Your heart began to beat seeing those black Calvin Klein workout panties. Don't do it, you thought, don't. But your hand moved towards them. That's your “crack” you told yourself, don't be an addict again. But how could you not you debated yourself, and your fingers touched the fabric. You lifted them, and saw the sheen of slick juices in the crotch, still wet. Your hand trembled and your arm trembled as you held them. You found yourself moving towards the bathroom, panties in hand.
You lifted the panties to your nose, as you had so many times in the past, unbeknownst to Morgan. It had been so long, but you took in her smell, right there in your bathroom, the strong feminine smell of a gorgeous girl's pussy. A blast of cum erupted from your cock into your pants without so much as a touch. The smell was strong, pungent and made your eyes roll a bit. You then put it to your mouth, and sucked in her juices, remembering how wonderful she tasted. You saw yourself in the mirror, panties in your face, sweat on your forehead, beat red cheeks, eyes dilated. An addict, you thought. You were an addict, you admitted, but you needed your fix. You unzipped your pants, and thought about getting your pocket pussy, but as you gripped your cock, you knew you wouldn't make it two steps. You turned towards the bathtub, and with one hand sniffed and sucked her panties, with the other you pulled your cock in the twisting motion you had witnessed Morgan use earlier. Two good tugs was all you needed. “OH FUCK!” You grunted as cum shot like a cannon against the back tile of the tub. Your knees went weak as your cock erupted even more. You were having the most powerful orgasm that you could remember. At least the most intense one of the past two years.
“Holy shit!” You whispered out loud, catching your breath. The intensity shocked you. How could it be so good. Your addicted ass crept back to the bedroom and placed the panties back to their original spot as best you could from memory. Then you walked out to the den, and made sure you didn't change one thing as you crept out the door. You wanted to see what was going on at the pool.
Your apartment had two pools, one outdoors, and one indoor for the winter. It was heated. There was a hot-tub next to both, and showers and lockers. It was a nice complex with many amenities. The pool was on the bottom floor, and across the walkway in a separate building. Morgan literally had to walk in that bikini past many possible prying eyes. You knew of several vantage points were you could watch them, maybe not hear them, but you'd see them in the pool. You found one near the communal area, where a fireplace was set up and a large TV. Outside was the larger pool, and grills for the summer. You peered into the glass and saw them swimming. No one else was around, as it was a work day. Good for them, you thought.
Bill wasn't letting up with her from what you saw. He was literally swimming after her, trying to grab her. She'd kick him away laughing with her long legs. Bill finally caught her and pinned her against the side of the pool opposite you, the shallow end. She was on the right side thought, same as you. She kept shaking her head, and elbowing him. But then he reached down between them. Morgan was wide eyed and scanning the entire area, and you hid further behind a large column when she looked in your direction. You came back out to see Morgan's eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, and her hands sliding back and forth across the tile outside the pool, as Bill was pushing into her back. “Easy access bikini”, you laughed. They fucked like that for several minutes, and then Morgan pushed him away by pushing her back towards him.
Your buddy seemed agitated. You saw his cock was half out, poking out from the basketball shorts, and Morgan playfully swam around him. She came up with a sly look, and then ducked down into the water, her body, and that ass perpendicular to the bottom of the pool. She was floating just under the top of the water. Her head moved towards Bill's exposed cock, and then it was gone, in a sea of swirling black hair. Bill's chin lifted and he had a wide smile. Morgan appeared to be gripping his butt as her head covered his crotch, her legs kicked under water. It was strange to watch her give a blowjob while swimming. Almost incredible to perceive. After thirty seconds or so, her head came up with a splash and she was panting. They were both laughing. Morgan pointed to the corner of the shallow end, and Bill moved against the back of the pool now, in the corner. His hard cock was swaying as he moved. Your ex-girlfriend made a sucking motion with her mouth and chest, and then descended into the water. Her head went to his crotch, and again, her hair swirled and swayed in the water as her head bobbed back and forth. You had watched porn like this before, but this was better, this was YOUR pornstar, sucking cock in a pool. Bill had that strained painful look, but it was such a blissful painful look. She continued her blowjob for about a minute, and came up gasping for air. They were laughing and talking, Morgan held up two fingers. But Bill shook his head not agreeing. She probably thought she could go two minutes, but even you doubted that.
They swam around some more, and eventually Morgan got out and walked down the side of the pool. One of your neighbors, walking his dog, a middle aged man stopped dead in his tracks and watched Morgan, his eyes on her tight little ass. He smiled and watched her towel off. He came into the communal area and you turned towards the TV which had CNN on. “Hey,” he shot his head towards the pool. “The views in there buddy, trust me,” he said with a wink. “Girls a ten,” he muttered pulling his dog towards the elevators. “Spank bank material for this ol guy,” the guy brazenly said. What an ass, you thought. But he was right. When he left you checked back on them. Morgan was in the shower at the front side of the pool. It was a little tiled cove cut into the wall with a shower. Her back was to you, and her wonderful ass in that bikini dripped with water.
Another neighbor, a younger guy walked right up behind you. “FUCK YEAH!” He stood watching with you. “How old? She looks young!”
You laughed. “She's old enough.”
He patted your back. “Don't stare too long. And don't feel bad, girls like that aren't real. She's probably had so much work done and dates some rich guy.” He walked past you and around the glass towards the hall, never taking his eyes off Morgan.
When he was gone, Bill came out of the pool. He looked around, and he walked over to the shower, looking around again. He walked up behind Morgan, and grabbed her ass cheeks. She shook her head, and tried to push him away, but he did his little perv dance, and moved her bikini bottom to the side. Morgan's eyes rolled, and she seemed annoyed, but she let Bill get up behind her. They both scanned the area, and content no one was looking. Bill pulled his cock out and slipped it into your ex-girlfriend once again. They were fucking right there in the shower. It was enough of an alcove that only someone in your position, or behind you outside, or walking the hall along the outside of the pool could see, but it was still very risky.
You thought they'd do some quick thrusts and be done, but Bill was working up into a rhythm, and you saw him pumping her slowly but hard. Her eyes shot open, a small smile came across her lips, before her mouth formed and “O”, it was a half smile half “O” face. You saw her ankles tense as she went up on her toes, and then her fists balled against the wall. She used her left hand to reach back, and grab Bill's hip stopping his movements. Her ass jiggled, and then her whole body jiggled slightly as she eased back into Bill's crotch, smiling and laughing with an open mouth the whole time. Just like your orgasm had surprised you, it looked like Morgan had her own surprised orgasm, you laughed to yourself. They sneak up on you.
Finished with their sex, Morgan pulled off his cock, and adjusted her bikini bottom, just in time as an elderly couple walked down the hall towards you. Bill turned away, and pulled his pants up, now it just looked like a couple showering after a swim. You decided it was time to go back into hiding and ran towards the back stairs, down the hall connecting buildings, and up to your apartment. It would be about a ten minute walk for them. You checked the clock. It was only 100PM.
You returned to your spot, cock hard as it was before, eager to see more. It took them a while, almost a half hour to get back, you heard the door open. Morgan seemed mad “I don't care what I'm wearing, you don't have to stare and say “DAMN”,” she was livid.
“It's kind of a hot bikini,” Bill laughed, “can you blame him.” You heard the fridge open, and a beer being cracked. How many had he ***** already. Morgan asked him to make her a vodka tonic. They sat on the couch in their swim wear, which both made you mad since they were getting it wet, but also happy that Morgan hadn't changed. She actually suggested sitting on towels, which helped.
They sat drinking and watching TV, and going through their phones for a half hour. It was surprisingly boring for these two. Morgan brought up the bedroom again. “You think he's really cool with us sleeping in their? It's not weird?”
Bill shrugged. “He said it was fine babe.”
She looked at him. “He knows we're going to have sex in there right? Like, in his bed? And he's fine with that?”
Your buddy lied, “Yeah I told him.” He had not told you, and you got a twinge of anger, and excitement all at once. It was sort of nuts to think about. Bill and Morgan were going to fuck in your bed. I mean, you knew it was going to happen, but to hear her speak of it made you red in the face, and somehow hard in the cock.
Morgan stood up, and walked to the bathroom. “I'm going to bring it up myself to make sure,” she went into the bathroom. “I'm not going to lie about that. We're on vacation and we're going to have sex.”
She came back and Bill reached out and cupped her ass hard, causing it to jiggle. “Speaking of sex, it's been a bit!”
Morgan turned with a stunned disbelieving look. “We literally JUST had sex!”
Your obnoxious buddy disagreed, “Nah...we didn't finish.”
She smiled. “I finished, I had a nice little orgasm down there.” She said slipping her bikini bottoms down her legs. “I guess if you don't cum it doesn't count?”
“Nope,” Bill laughed pulling his basketball shorts off. She looked back, and reached down to grab his cock, and sat right onto it, his cock disappeared inside her. Morgan pulled the table towards her, and gripped the edges. She started bouncing hard up and down on his cock, and it never came out (like it used to with you). She then sat on his cock and gyrated her hips, with it fully inside her. This was more for him, you guessed, as she was searching his face for cues of how good it felt. His head was back, eyes closed, hands on her waist.
Morgan suddenly stood up, and pulled on his hand. “Come on, let's go in the shower and you can finish in my face. That way I can clean it off.” Bill eagerly got up, and you watched your ex-girlfriend, naked from the waist down, pass by with your asshole friend, also naked from the waist down go into the bathroom together and shut the door.
The shower turned on, and ten minutes passed. Then the shower turned off, and another five minutes passed. You were upset you didn't get to witness everything. The door to the bathroom opened and Morgan was laughing as she walked by, now fully nude, “You sure love your facials huh?” Her handful breasts bounced, and her nipples were firm. She was lovely as she walked around wiping her head. “I'm going to need another shower, it got in my hair again.”
Bill walked by, nude as well, his cock flopping between his legs. He had a beer gut still, but still was solid in the upper body. He wasn't in better shape then you, so you wondered if all she saw was what was between his legs. He wasn't that much bigger.
Morgan walked over and pulled on her bikini bottom. Bill meanwhile, put his jeans and sweatshirt back on. “Let's go to the bar for a bit?”
She wasn't ready to leave. “Is all you think about sex and beer?” Bill laughed and nodded. “I need to do some emails for work.” She picked up her phone and crossed her legs. You watched her sexy little feet bob as she was writing on her phone, still topless. Her toes painted in the same white color as her fingernails. You could still see dry cum on her left tit on the outside, and even some white spurts on the hair above her forehead. There was even some on the left side of her head, towards the back. She scratched her head at one point, and felt the cum, she scooped it out and sighed. “Can you not cum so much?”
Bill chuckled. “Don't suck dick so good then. I don't think you know how intense they are.”
She just kept typing. “I told you they are tough to handle.” After a few minutes, she got up, her tits bounced as she walked to the bedroom past you in the closet. Ten minutes later she came out dressed once again in her tight white top and those yoga pants that mad her ass “pop”. She pulled on her Ugg boots, and checked her phone. “I'm not wearing panties just so you know. I'll change later, those CK ones are really wet. You have to watch what your doing down there in public.” She had no idea it was your saliva. “Ok, let's go.”
She was grumbling as she left. “I hope he doesn't want to run around bar to bar like we used to. Or go to some club.” She seemed annoyed. “I don't want that. This is basically our only vacation for a while. I just want to eat good food, relax, fuck like rabbits, and drink a bunch.”
“Me too babe,” Bill laughed, “Me too.”
As the door closed you heard her say, “we're fucking in his bed, he better know that, I don't want that to be a thing.”
They were gone. You came out, and checked the clock. It was 145PM. They had come at about 1145AM. You counted up the sex; twice on the couch, wait, three times on the couch. Once in the shower. Twice down in the pool area. They had already had sex 6 times, and 7 if you count the pool blowjob. You had only had sex with Haley twice so far. They had tripled the amount of sex you've had in two years in only two hours. It made you jealous, angry, and aroused. Morgan had once said if Bill dated her all they would do is “fuck, fuck, fuck”. It's really all they did, and it was more like one long session of sex than 6. They had never really stopped. Bill was completely addicted to her pussy, just like Morgan said he'd be, and you could see why. Further, she had become the kind of girl she said she'd be if they dated, always on her knees with cum in her face. However, in Bill's defense, they had taken a train ride, and were going to a bar. It wasn't all about sex. There was a little more there. You couldn't fault Bill one bit, their sex was great.
You walked to the bedroom. Right on top of the pile of stuff was the object you were looking for. Two objects. You grabbed them and ran to the bathroom. You unzipped your fly, and held your prizes out, hanging one up. First, you sniffed her white bikini top which smelled of coconut and feminine lotion, it got your dick moderately hard, but the bikini bottoms were the real treasure. You hung up the top, and grabbed the bikini bottoms, she had sat in them for a while. That wonderful pussy smell, mixed with hints of coconut wafted to your nose, and your dick grew in your hand. You were getting another fix, and once again it didn't last long. Maybe four tugs this time and you erupted another massive load on the back wall. Once again, it was a better orgasm than you'd had in two years. You fell back onto the sink catching your breath. You cleaned your load, and washed it down. There was already gobs of cum on the drain, and you weren't sure if it was yours or Bill's and it made you laugh. Everyone was having a good time.
You cleaned the area best you could, not touching the gobs of cum in the tub, as you weren't sure whose they were. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and found yourself adjusting your hair, your shirt, and your pants. You realized they had stains, so you went to your room and changed into another pair of slacks. For some reason, you wanted to look good. Did you want to look good for Morgan? You couldn't still compete with Bill for her could you? Maybe in your mind you always would.
You texted Bill to see where he was, and he told you the dive bar down the street with 2 dollar drinks. He told you to “get off work” early and come down. You told him you'd sneak out soon. You wanted to give it some time, to make it look like you were coming back from work. So you went to the kitchen and downed two beers quickly. You wanted a bit of a buzz, as you were legit nervous to see Morgan. You walked around the apartment pacing, and your eyes hit the heating vent next to the couch. Ughh, you cringed, and your heart pounded, realizing you'd hear them fuck. It was in the wall, and the other side connected to your room. You had heard Haley talking on the phone in your room clearly that one night while you sat on the couch. It both made you a little mad, but also excited.
Hmmmm, you thought, having a pretty naughty and terrible idea. You went to your closet in the kitchen, and found your screwdriver. You walked back to the grate, and unscrewed each corner. It made a loud noise as you pulled it from the wall and set it to the side. The rectangular hole was large enough for you to fit your head and shoulders in. It only went back about a foot, before you saw the grating in your room. You pushed your head further until you were against the metal grating in your room. You could see most of the room, and the side of the bed. This may come in handy, if you're careful you told yourself, fully accepting you were an addict, and wanted to see as much as you could.
Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump from the surprise. You pulled your head out of the grate and set the unscrewed grating back in. It hung there, but if it fell, you might be in trouble. You bright the screws and screwdriver back to the kitchen closet. Then you checked your phone. It was Haley. She asked what you were doing tonight. Why had you decided NOT to tell her your friends were coming up. You had never told her about your relationship with Morgan, as it was embarrassing and you didn’t want any more people to know the truth. But why no invite her out. Instead, you told her you were going to see some friends back home for weekend. She texted you back “boo”.
That was that. You literally blew off the girl your were dating, and your only pussy, to hang out with Bill and Morgan...by yourself. Seeing Haley and Morgan together, or even next to each other wasn't something you wanted. Haley was fat, and Morgan was gorgeous. You honestly would rather masturbate to the hotness that was Morgan, than to have actual sex with Haley the fatty.
You shrugged, not really caring, and exited your apartment. You stopped in two bars, before going to the dive bar, and got two strong drinks. You were very nervous about how this was going to go. You hadn't seen them since last summer, and only for a night, and it was awkward, at least for you. You never got to see Morgan outside of pictures unless Bill brought her out, as she was HIS girlfriend now. It was weird, but they seemed to have gotten over the strangeness, why couldn't you.
You picked up a pack of smokes across from the dive bar, seeing them inside, Morgan chatting with a bartender. She kept sitting up, and pointing to drinks on the wall, and you could see that ass, and her lovely tits in that tight white top. You took some deep breaths and moved towards the bar. Here it goes, you told yourself.
You walked in, and Bill saw you. He called you over, moving towards you and held out his hands as you walked over to him. “What's up buddy,” he shook your hand and gave you a half hug, like men do. “Long time no see!”
Morgan saw you then and she jumped off her seat, a wide and warm smile on her face. She ran over to you, and hugged you. “Oh my god, you got off early.” It was a close hug, and she pushed those tits into your coat, you bent your ass back slightly, as she literally embraced you, as you didn't want her to actually feel your once again raging boner. You smelled that coconut lotion that was all over her clothes. She grabbed your arms and stood back. “You look good look at you,” she smiled. “How have you been?” She turned to the bartender. “Matt! Get this guy a Maker's on the rocks!” She looked back, “That's your drink right? A Maker's for my Sweetie”
You moved to the bar, and Morgan patted the seat next to her. The one in between her and Bill. You felt strange, but you didn't want this to be awkward, so you sat down. Luckily, you had buzz going. So you sat in between Morgan and Bill. She rubbed you back, and started to ask about work, while Bill watched basketball.
“You know these guys,” Matt, the bartender who you recognized smiled, handing you the drink. You nodded. You'd seen this bartender before, and knew he flirted a lot. He stared at Morgan quite often and tried to interject in conversations. Morgan was ever the flirtatious and open girl.
Weirdly, at least to you, Morgan and you chatted pretty much exclusively, and the instal awkwardness was tapering off. She seemed intent on driving the conversation and not stopping for a moment. Bill watched TV and debated with the older man next to him about Lebron James.
Your eyes were on Morgan's legs often, as they were crossed towards you, and looking tight and toned in the yoga pants. Morgan sipped her drink at one point, and her eyes opened wide. “Oh MY GOD!” She slapped your shoulder. “The new girl!” She leaned in. “I want the deets,” she joked. “EVERYTHING! What is she like, is it serious,” she winked at you jokingly. “Are we going to your wedding soon?”
“HA!” You laughed, thinking how surreal it was for your ex-girlfriend to ask these questions under the circumstances, there was a moment of silence as you chugged your mug of beer, thinking of what to say. “No,” you added, “just having fun right now!”
“Ugh,” Morgan muttered jokingly. “Just a booty call isn't she?” She slapped you playfully again. Bill patted you on the back approvingly. “You're an asshole,” Morgan shot him a glance. “As always.” “You're not a dog like him right?” You told her you didn't know, but it was “nice” right now. Morgan wouldn't let up though, and she insisted on a picture. You showed her the best picture you could find, without her seeing how fat Haley was. She looked cute in the pic, but had on a pink field hockey sweatshirt. Morgan beamed, “Oh my god,” she enhanced the pic, “she is cute and SO perfect for you.” Those words kind of angered you, but you rolled with the punches. “She has huge boobs doesn't she?” Morgan added, “Yup, that's why she has the sweatshirt on”. You eagerly agreed, instead of admitting she was fat.
“You motor boat them,” Bill laughed referencing “Wedding Crashers”, you both laughed. “Yeah, your a motor-boating son of a bitch,” he joked.
Morgan sighed, “TITS TITS TITS,” she looked at her chest, “It's all guys think about.” She ran her hands over her legs. “I thought you guys all loved the girls? Aren't you a “leg man”.
You're eye roamed her legs up the stalks to the bottoms of her ass. “I am, and the “girls” still look great,” you muttered letting the words in your head be spoken out loud. Your face turned red, and you felt shame.
Instead of slapping you or getting mad, Morgan rubbed you arm. “Aww...thanks sweetie...” She told Bill to take a lesson from me. She ordered a tequila shot, a double, for herself. You watched her down it, and sensed a nervousness in her movements and mannerism. She then grabbed you. “Smoke time,” she said and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and towards the door. Bill started to get up. “Just us asshole,” she held her hand up at him to stop.
Before you knew it, for the first time in years, you were alone with Morgan. She lit a cigarette, and her lipstick got onto it, but she handed it to you. She used to do this all the time, and you put it in your mouth, tasting her sweet lipstick. She lit her own and took a puff, watching her smoke was immensely arousing, even to this day. She blew it out, and it came out her nose as she looked over to the coffee shop across the street. “Did Bill tell you what's going to happen?” She finally looked at you.
“About what? I thought we were going to get some drinks and have fun for a few days?” You weren't sure what she meant.
“Well,” Morgan looked away again. “This is our vacation, and you know about couple's on vacation right?” She looked at you slightly with low eyes. She used the word “couple” to describe Bill and her, could she see how erect it made you. Luckily, she had yet to look at your crotch.
You nodded, “Uh, yeah sure,” it was odd, as you had gone on vacation WITH her before.
Morgan rolled her hands. “You know, you kind of want to relax and have fun.”
You were still confused. “Sure yeah, we'll go to get some drinks at some fun places.”
Her palm went to her face. “Yuuuh,” she sighed deeply. “Sex dude, I want to have sex with my boyfriend.” Her reference to him as her boyfriend, that asshole, made you even harder. “But your apartment isn't really that big, so, we are staying in your room.” She gave you a strained look.
You just blurted it out, “It's fine, it really is, you can do whatever you want.”
Morgan's face lit up, and she hugged you, and kissed you cheek so fast that you couldn't stop her if you tried. “You're such a sweetie.” She looked across the street to the Dunkin Donuts, “Yikes, I totally need a coffee otherwise I'll crash.”
For some reason, you jumped at the chance. “I'll get you a coffee.”
She smiled. “Really! Thanks! Mocha Latte please!” She put her cigarette out on the side of the building and went back in. You walked across the street, and found out there wasn't any Mocha Lattes. You thought about calling her to see what else she wanted, but instead walked ten more minutes to a Starbucks to get exactly what she ordered. You really were addicted to this girl
You went back to the bar, with the coffee and sat back down. Morgan lit up, and grabbed it quickly. She sipped it, and let out and “ahhh”, satisfied with the taste. She leaned back in her seat and looked to Bill. “See this is what gets guys blowjobs you jerk!” She pointed to you. She still had that sexy nasty little mouth on her.
After about a half hour, it was 3PM, and the drinks were coming fast. Morgan looked at her watch and asked when you guys would get food and go out drinking, so she could get ready. You told her around 1030PM like you usually do. She looked over to Bill, who was by this point, just staring at her ass and legs.
She whispered to you. “Do you mind if we go back a little early and “enjoy” our vacation for a bit.” She was clearly asking, now that you got it, to fuck your friend in your apartment, not like she already hadn't.
Bill came up behind her, and you watched him grope that ass in those yoga pants. Her ass squeezed tight in his hand, and you recalled how many times he'd "cupped" her ass when she dated you. "Is this going to be like a New Orleans vacation?"
Morgan's mouth went wide. "NO FUCKING WAY!"
You had never known they went to New Orleans. You asked, and they mentioned how they spent a weekend there before their long trip to Florida, which you were well aware of. You sipped your drink, not sure what you wanted to ask, but you had so many questions, having heard about New Orleans, and spent a few days there. Girls went....wild. You mustered the guts and asked, "Did you...like flash guys!"
Morgan gave Bill a look, and then you, as if asking whether you were serious. She laughed, "It's New Orleans dude OF COURSE I flashed my tits," she seemed disbelieving of your question. Meanwhile, your head was swimming as you couldn't believe the "girl next door" as you used to call her would flash those tits in public, and admit it openly now.
Bill smiled to you, "That isn't what I meant!"
Mrgan again asked if they could go "enjoy" the vacation, and you told them to go have fun, and remained at the bar. Your mind was still stuck on New Orleans, and a trip you never even went on. She explained she'd send Bill back in a few minutes.
“Lucky guy,” Matt the bartender said as they left. “Hot as fuck.” He was wiping a glass. “All I'd do is fuck that girl over and over.”
You chuckled loudly. “That's all he does with her, trust me,” you smiled, knowing the truth of their amazing sex life, as if you held a special secret. “This will be the 7th time today by my count.” You bluttered out.
Matt's head went to the side. “How do you know?”
You couldn't tell him you watched, you dared not, but you had a cover. “He tells me. He tells me everything.” You then fished out your phone. You had an unopened text from Bill. “Check this out,” and you showed him the picture of her pearly ass in that white bikini.
“FUCK! DAMN!” He didn't know what to do. “What I'd give.”
A minute later, Bill texted about “condoms” and you told him there was a box in your nightstand.
About a half hour later, Bill returned, smile on his face.
“Have fun,” Matt said.
Bill just laughed. “Big Time!” He got a fist bump from Matt, so you found yourself doing the same, as you congratulated your obnoxious friend for fucking your ex-girlfriend. As the hours dragged on , around 530PM Bill said “let's go back to the apartment and save money,” you agreed. He explained Morgan was just hanging out, checking emails, facebook, twitter, and other “girl” stuff.
The two of you chatted about sports, work, and life, as if you hadn't missed a beat in your friendship. Something loomed over you both though, and you needed to ask. "What happened in New Orleans?"
Your buddy patted you on the back, and then picked up his phone. "I NEVER showed you this!" He flipped through his pictures. "We met some couple that wanted to "swing", but we weren't into it, but the guy still insisted we go on his boat and have fun." He showed you a picture that floored you. "Morgan and his wife got wasted, and soon, they were topless bro!" The picture was of a topless Morgan, and some older short haired blonde woman, whose body wasn't nearly as nice as Morgan's. Both had on bikini bottoms and stripper heels. "She borrowed those," Bill read your mind flipping thought more pics. "Shit got out of hand quickly." Bill pulled up a video, and pressed play, he made sure bartender wasn't in earshot. The video played, it was the weird husband, he was filming. The the wife came out of the interior of the boat, followed by Morgan. She was glowing, "Drinks, cigars," she had a tray, and so did Morgan, "blowjobs?" The last word lingered.
The husband smiled. "I'll take all three." You watched the wife get on her hands and knees and being to suck his small cock. The husband grabbed the whiskey and lit his cigar. He looked at Morgan with the camera. You couldn't believe your eyes, when she sank to her knees and began to pull Bill's cock out. On camera, Morgan sucked Bill's cock, as the man got his cock sucked. They clinked glasses, and the man helped Bill light his cigar, as sucking, slurping and smacking noises filled the video. Bill pulled the video down finally. "It goes on for like an hour, they served and sucked us. Fun times." He just casually changed the subject to sports, as your mind was utterly blown off. Who was this girl he dated? It wasn't your Morgan. For sure.
Drinks flowed, conservation picked back up, and the weirdness was sort of wearing off. Bill stopped at the door to your apartment when you began to open it. “Wait dude,” he called. “Just be prepared.”
“For what?” You asked, confused.
Bill shrugged. “Morgan has these shorts on,” he pointed inside, “she thinks they're just lounging shorts, but she kind of has a nice ass now, and I don't think she realizes what it does to men.”
You tried to be cool, “I'll be fine!” You opened the door. You walked in and turned to the kitchen to see Morgan sipping a beer, with her back to you, and texting or tweeting. Your eyes caught the sight, and you got Bill's warning. She had on a pair of orange shorts that rode high on the waist, almost pulled up, with white lining around the edges. Her ass was just hanging out, the bottoms of her white cheeks, just there, right before your eyes. You could see where the legs came up and that firm, now toned ass began. It looked huge, as never before. “HOLY FUCK!” You shouted out, unable to hold it in.
Morgan turned quickly at the sound of your voice. “What's wrong?” You just stood there, and Morgan looked down at your crotch. “Guess you like my shorts,” she laughed, “men,” she uttered walking by shaking her head and sitting on the couch. You looked down and realized for once in your life, your cock was so erect you could see the bulge clearly. “They're just shorts, and comfortable.” She flipped through channels on TV. “Guys are such pervs.”
You tried to get back to feeling normal around her, but it was hard. So you moved right to Vodka drinks, and took tequila shots with her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her, and had trouble talking to her. Good thing Bill wanted to talk football. Her tight white top, and those perky tits with the poking nipples didn't help. Neither did her sitting on the couch, as her ass-cheeks were clear as they squished while sitting. She crossed her legs, and bobble those dainty curvy bare feet. You wanted to suck those lovely toes, and Bill had told you time and again, about how he had done just that, and even got plenty of foot-jobs. You never even knew what that was, until he sent you pics of her feet covered in cum. She had perfect feet, as Bill had pointed out, long before he took her from you. Slowly, but surely, you got on the Morgan has sexy feet train, and never got off. They were flawless feet of a gorgeous girl who always wore heels. You hadn't once noticed until this asshole next to her had pointed it out.
You sat across from them, in your lonely loveseat, trying to glimpse at this goddess now and again. At one point, she stated she wanted to smoke, but you didn't have a ledge or a balcony, and didn't want to do that in the house. Bill said he was fine, but Morgan insisted you go with her. So you walked down your apartment hallway, and down to the pool area, were the outside deck was, with Morgan in those fucking intense shorts, her ass bobbing as she walked. There was no shame in her as she walked, just total confidence, with a high head and shoulders back. She wasn't just confident in her new ass, she was proud of it, and clearly willing to display it a little. It was cold out, and you were stunned she didn't seem to care. Her nipples were more than visible when you got to the outside deck.
A young neighbor named John walked by, and stopped in his tracks when he saw Morgan. This guy was a loser to you, and had slick back hair, and you always saw him dressed like he was going to a club. He came over, staring the whole time right at Morgan's ass, while she thumbed through her phone. He said hi to you, but never even looked at you. “Got another cigarette,” he asked Morgan. She nodded and handed him one. He asked her her name, where she was from and how she knew you. Morgan said you were friends from college and you were friends with her boyfriend, never mentioning that you had dated.
She was flirty as usual, but asked where the bathroom was when she finished a cigarette. She told you to stay put, as she went over to the bathroom, both you and John watched her ass as she walked to the bathroom. “Amazing ass,” he muttered. “What are you guys doing tonight?”
You stopped him right there. “She has a boyfriend. He's here.” You actually defended her place with Bill. This guy was a sleazeball, but for some reason, you wanted to impress him, since he thought he got women. “I used to date her!”
He laughed and looked at you. “Right.”
You smiled. “I did.”
He asked what happened, and you just came out with it, as if admitting it to yourself. “I couldn't handle that.” You laughed. You both laughed.
“I get that,” he said and walked away. It was bit of honesty, and admitting it to yourself. As she walked out and moved towards you, typing away on her phone, you glanced over this new confidence Morgan, and pretty much confirmed your statement in your mind. You simply couldn't handle this girl.
You walked behind Morgan, watching her ass in those shorts, as she played on her phone, the lower portion of her butt cheeks got your cock dripping in your pants. Your heart was beating as you watched her, and luckily you made it back without an “incident” in your pants. Why couldn't you have this stamina with Haley, or any other girl. You'd already masturbated twice, two amazing orgasms, and you were hard as a rock once again. Why was it only this girl? Was it because she was so hot? Why were these erections for a girl you couldn't have. A girl you once had, but let slip away to your friend.
As she walked in your apartment, and sat next to Bill on the couch, she crossed her legs, feet dangling and bobbing again, as she kept looking at her phone. You looked at her and thought how different she was now. You recalled Morgan had promised to get Bill a hot girl, who sucks and fucks just like her. A girl who even LOOKS like Morgan. You never in a million years believed it would BE Morgan herself. But as you looked over her amazing form, you realize she truly did live up to her promise to Bill, in a strange way. She had gotten Bill a hotter version of herself even, given him a hotter version of herself, than the one she gave you. You remembered her saying 'in order to date her', Bill would at least have to bring a girl around and show that he could have a relationship. It was such a ass backwards way of proving it to Morgan, but he certainly was doing it. Right before your eyes...WITH MORGAN!
Then you realize that they had pretty much planned on dating way back then, and had literally laid out how it would all work out. This made you jealous, angry and somehow even more erect. You were going to burst.
The hot girl in your house stood up, and you watched her walk into your bedroom, and a moment later Bill followed. You heard the door swing, but not close, and couldn't see in. You moved towards the grating. You heard them talking softly.
“Cut it out Bill,” Morgan muttered. “I'm trying to use the phone.”
Bill was grumbling, “You can't wear those shorts and not get fucked babe!”
“Not here,” she pleaded. “He's right out there.”
Bill wouldn't let up. “He doesn't care.”
Morgan then hurt your feelings a little. “He has a boner out there, clear as day, and he hasn't said much since we got back. Maybe I should take the shorts off.”
“No,” Bill added, “he just needs time alone, and so do we.” He insisted they “go get a smoke” down by the pool. Morgan agreed, and they came out. She was looking at her phone still, not looking up at you. Bill told you they were going for a smoke and would be right back. They left you alone.
A few seconds after leaving the apartment, Bill sent you a text, of Morgan on the phone in front of the elevator, with her ass cheeks in those shorts, clear as day. He added. “Enjoy buddy!” You felt shame that they literally wanted you to jerk off, as it was awkward. You walked to the bathroom, and saw a used condom in the trash. You then looked into your room, and on the nightstand was the box, only one left out of the three. You realized Bill had taken another with him.
You wanted to see what this meant, and raced down out the apartment, and down the stairs. You reached the pool, but there wasn't anyone around. So yo began searching. Then you opened the door to the men's locker and saw the wall leading to the bathroom stalls. You heard a noise.
“Someone's in here,” Morgan called out softly.
“They'll leave, just calm down,” Bill told her. You waited a few seconds and opened and closed the door. “See,” Bill said, and you peaked around the corner. You couldn't see much, but you saw Morgan's feet outside of Bill's. They were in the last stall. Morgan's feet moved slightly, and her toes pushed up in her sandals, as you heard the toilet seat bang in a rhythmic succession. They were having sex in the stall you were sure of it.
“You think he's jerking off?” She asked. “Or using his “girlfriend”. What does he call her “Haley”! HAHAHA!” Her feet were sliding as she was doing all the movement. It made you upset about the jokes, but also hard.
“I'd prefer the pussy,” Bill joked, “The real ones a fatty.”
Morgan defended your choice of women, “no stop, she's cute.” She then laughed. "Not all guys can get hotties.” If she was referring to herself, you wanted to remind her that you had in fact HAD her.
“I got the hottest,” Bill muttered, as his legs barely moved. Morgan was doing most of the work.
“Mmmmmmm,” she cooed, “you know it baby,” she assured him. “But you got to get more condoms.” Her movements stopped. “I mean, seriously one box of three condoms? That's not even a good day of sex? What single guy has THREE condoms.” She began to bounce again, judging from the toilet seat bumping sound. “I mean did you see the dust, I'm not sure he's ever used any. You think he's fucked Haley?”
You had enough of the judgment about your sex life, and were about to leave. That's when an elderly neighbor came in and said “hi” and you turned back and nodded. The guy walked over to the pisser, took a piss, and you walked out. He came out a few minutes later, asking about the heat in your unit. Guess he didn't catch them, you thought, trying to race back to the apartment.
You put on slacks, with a tight belt, and tucked you small dick under the belt. That was where it was going to stay. Morgan and Bill came back about twenty minutes later. Around 6PM you ordered pizza, even though they wanted to go out, you insisted. Secretly, you just wanted to keep Morgan in those shorts.
It was time to get ready, and you and Bill quickly showered. You put on a purple button up shirt, with slacks and nice shoes. Bill had on a black colored shirt and some boots and jeans, at least they were black boots.
Morgan insisted the two of you go to the cheap bar and wait for her to get ready. So that is exactly what you did. Around 9PM, you went back to the apartment to get her. You walked in, wondering what she'd be wearing. She had said she wasn't “going” all out tonight. However, when she came out your eyes popped open. She had on a green velour baby-doll mini-dress that hugged her curves, and came down about an inch below her ass. It wasn't a tight dress, but it looked fantastic, and she had on nylons with a winding flower pattern in the back. She saw you and said, “How do I look”.
“REALLY NICE!” You finally spoke, breath coming out strained. Morgan then stunned you and looked at your crotch.
“You sure,” she looked up at you, then back at your crotch. “Sometimes I can't tell with you.” She walked to the bedroom to get her boots.
Bill was in the kitchen and came out with a beer. “She just likes to see how her outfits make men react.” You didn't know what he meant as he handed you a beer. “She wants to see if it gives you a boner dude.” He sat down and sipped his beer.
You realized that was why she always looked at your crotch, going as far back as when you went on your first date with her. She had never told you. Did she tell Bill, or had he figured it out, as he ALWAYS had a boner for her. You still in your head competed with Bill, and didn't want to look like you had a small cock, so you let your dick go free from under the belt, and it pushed out, not to obscenely.
Morgan came out, in knee high leather five inch boots, that were tight on her amazing legs. Your cock began to push very hard against the tight slacks. Morgan looked down quickly. “Ohhhhhkkkk,” she laughed and walked by you, “guess the boots look good.” She began to do her make-up, and you watched her put on the foundation, and then the blush, the eye-liner, and lipstick. Then you watched her straighten her hair. Bill watched TV, and she grilled you about school and work, as you just watched her. She occasionally glanced at you and asked for something from her purse which you eagerly handed her. When her look was completed she was stunning. If she was a 7 or 8 before, which was being mean, she was a 15 now. She wasn't even in the same species as the two of you let alone the same “league” as they say. She sat with Bill, and grabbed his beer, taking a sip.
“How did that guy get her,” you thought. It would be the theme of the night.
You left, and Morgan walked in between you, but looked so much more mature, and confident and gorgeous. She also stood inches over you, and since Bill was shorter than you, towered over him. You couldn't take this beauty to a dive bar. So you took her to a semi-nice lounge, as she insisted no “clubs”.
The bouncer checked her out. As did the bartender. Morgan made sure only SHE was getting drinks for everyone, since she'd “bat her eyelashes” at the guy. Bill didn't care. It happened time and again, guys would come to hit on her, and she would flirt, and then they'd ask for a number and she'd shut them down.
Morgan came onto YOUR plush couch, and sat with YOU, engaging you in conversation and asking what type of girl you liked. Bill was getting annoyed, not by Morgan or anything she was doing, but just the vibe itself. Morgan eventually told him to just go sit at the bar. “He's so annoying sometimes. I just can't stand him.” She truly seemed mad. She then proceeded to talk, and act like she was with you. She'd hold your hand as you walked to get smokes, together. She'd rub your leg, and laugh at even your stupider jokes. What was happening, you thought?
Then she pointed to a heavier set girl who had kept looking over. “See it's working,” Morgan smiled. “She's checking you out.”
“She is?” You asked, looking over. But Morgan swatted you back and told you not to do that.
“A lot of girls are,” Morgan grabbed your hand and held it, “I'm not bragging, but I'm kind of hot, so being with me helps,” She continued, “I think you could fuck that girl.”
Bill came over, and sat down, when Morgan got up, he grabbed her ass. He was *****. “Cut it out asshole.” She grabbed your hand and pulled you away for a smoke.
“Everything alright?” you asked. You kind of wanted to see if their were troubles in paradise.
“Yeah, it's just that all Bill wants to do is FUCK FUCK FUCK! You know. There needs to be more.” You remembered how she predicted that would be a problem years ago “if” they dated. She took a big drag and Morgan said “sometimes I think I should date a guy like you, so sweet,” she rubbed arm. It was an odd thing to say and it got awkward, but then the heavy girl, with the jowly neck came out.
“Oh hey,” Morgan smiled to her and called her over. She introduced the two of you. You talked to the girl for several minutes, and Morgan was the one who got you her number.
About an hour later, it was time to leave. You were walking home, and Morgan stopped you. “Text that girl,” she said. “see if she'll meet you at a bar.” You shrugged and told her maybe some other night. Morgan grabbed your phone and texted her for you as you tried to snatch it back. She gave the phone back, and it buzzed in your hand. She got back to you. She wanted to meet at another bar. “See”, Morgan insisted. “Go get laid.” She shooed you. “Go! We have a key.” She reached in her bag, and pulled out the last condom. “Have fun!”
You watched them leave you there, without even giving you a chance to say you didn't want to fuck that fat girl. Why had Morgan pushed her on you so hard. You followed them around the corner, keeping your distance. They found a side alley, and you saw them begin to make out passionately. You watched Morgan playfully fight him, but she seemed all too fine when he turned her around and pushed her against the wall. He lifted the dress, and you saw the pantyhose only went up to her thighs. She had on a black thong, which he moved to the side. You watched him enter her from behind, right there in the alley. Morgan had once said “public sex” was for whores. Guess she was right, you smiled.
Morgan had to bend her knees a lot due to the heels, but Bill was really pounding her in the alley. They seemed oblivious to the world. After about three minutes they stopped and kept walking back. You walked behind them and watched them enter your building. You went to your windows and looked in the window. The blinds were down, but you saw them moving. Morgan walked over and covered the blinds. “SHIT!” You told yourself.
You watched your bedroom window, and Morgan came into view. She closed those blinds too, and the lights went off. You raced around, and crept to your house. You crossed your finger. Hoped with all your heart they were either banging on the sofa and you could catch it or better, in your room, and you could watch.
You opened the door so slowly, so it wouldn't creak. Then you opened it wide quickly, and saw no one. You walked slowly, shutting the door without a sound. You crept to the grate and moved it. You pushed your face to the bedroom grate and looked in. The light from your nightstand was on, and gave you full view. Morgan was spread eagle on the bed, nude, except for the nylons and those leather boots. Bill had her legs in his arms holding her right under the knees as he speared his cock in and out of your ex-girlfriend. He was slamming into her, his cock glistening with her juices as she moaned. “OH GOD BABY! FUCK ME!” The sloshing began to grow, and you saw Morgan's mouth go agape and her eyes pop open, and juices flowed from her cunt as Bill kept driving his cock into her making splashing noises as he did, he juice flowed onto your bed and down to the floor, some splashed from her right onto your rug. It was the most erotic position you'd ever seen the tow, and it didn't end.
“Just do it baby!” Morgan cooed. “Creampie me, I don't give a fuck!”
Her words shocked you, and Bill who slowed his pace. “Really?” He asked.
“Yes, cum in me baby,” she looked right at him. “I want to feel it.” She was pushing her hips into him.
It seemed it was all Bill needed as he slammed home. Morgan reached up and grabbed his nutsac, and her leg swung around his back, pulling him in. She smiled as he grunted and said “fuck yeah” several times. You could see the cum now, dripping around his cock at their union, overflowing and bubbling out. He pulled out, a long rope of cum still connecting his cocktip to her pussy. Bill stood back, and Morgan just laid there. The three of you just watched Morgan's pussy, as it bubbled cum out slowly at first, then a huge gob poured down onto your bed. “Is that all?” She laughed. “That's the big deal?”
Bill looked like a man who had touched the hand of god. “It was good for me,” he joked. Bill caught his breath, and Morgan used your tissues to wipe her pussy and the cum from your sheets. She was doing a terrible job of it. “I'm sooooo glad he left for a bit,” she added. “It was getting kind of annoying. I mean, I told him we wanted to fuck. Take a hint. Go get laid, or get more beers.” It hurt you a little, but she was sort of right. She stood up and unzipped her boots. “Let's go down to the pool”.
You took this as a cue to leave quickly, and headed back out the grate, and crawled down the hall, unseen. You exited slowly as before and ran down the hall towards the bathroom.
They came down about a half hour later, and you waited. It was the same as before. Fuck, swim, suck, swim, drink, fuck, shower, fuck, drink. It just never ended. After they left, you texted Bill you were coming home, and he said they were in bed. You got back, and turned on the TV, but crept into the grate. The lights were out, but Morgan was on-top of Bill, she was riding him, you could see her tits, with his hands groping them, their lower half covered by your sheets. IT was a slow pace, but Morgan seemed to enjoy it from the look on her face.
You needed release, but didn't want to do it here. You found yourself walking to the last stall in the men's room downstairs, using THEIR idea. You put the condom on your dick, and saw one used one floating in the toilet, and you laughed. All it took was a few tugs, the memories of the day fresh in your head. Your pornstars didn't disappoint. They had been there less than 12 hours, and already had fucked more than you had sex in the past five years. You jerked one more time, the image of Bill holding her legs as he fucked her kept coming back. Morgan's words kept repeating in your mind. “Don't let him get a hold of my legs. Or its over!” As you shot a tremendous load into the condom, you realized it was over in a way, but still the same in some, and just beginning in others.
That strange night at the bar when they laid out their relationship as if it was inevitable came back to haunt, and to excite in the end. So many things came to pass as they had stated. Morgan was kind of a sluttier version of herself with Bill, and all they did was fuck, mainly doggystlyle, with a few Bjs here and there as Morgan put it. Bill had shown he can bring a girl up to the city, even if that girl was in FACT Morgan. And your former girlfriend had lived up to finding Bill a hot girl who looked, fucked and sucked just like she did, because it was her after all.
There was still one thing from that night that hadn't occurred, or at least you thought, but what you had just witnessed made you unsure.
