At the club and after!

You drove to the club. Bill had texted they were already in. There was no hope of getting four guys in with only two girls. So the three of you waited for an hour. When you got inside, it was crowded. Morgan and Bill were at the bar with Kate. It was apparent early on, that Morgan WAS in fact, the hottest girl in the place. It wasn't even really close. The three of you went up to the others. You grabbed Kate and held her large waist. You bought a group of shots, and you all began to drink. Sean and Bradley were filling Kate in on your younger years. Some of the more embarrassing moments.

Time went on, and you watched as Morgan got drunker. She would grind into Bill. He had no worries in the world, with that girl on his arm. At one point, she whispered in Bill's ear, and looked over at you, and Sean and Bradley. Bill smiled, looked at you, nodded to Morgan and then he went and asked Kate for a smoke. She agreed to join him.

That left the three of you. The perverted gawkers alone with Morgan. The girl you had been bragging about “viewing” in that dress all night. Not one of you spoke. Had it come this far, that you were now like your loser friends? Why couldn't you talk to your own girl? You thought about saying something, but looking her up and down you got nervous.

Morgan leaned on the bar. “You can talk to me guys.”

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She looked so gorgeous. None of you spoke. “Not ONE of you has said a word to me other than THANKS.” She looked at you. “I know I'm hot,” she spoke with such belief in her words, “but you CAN talk to girls like me.”

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She walked past you and to Sean, she held out her hand. “Let's try this....Hi...I'm Morgan,”

Sean nodded, and reached out. “I'm Sean.”

Morgan smiled. “SEE!”

She moved to Bradley. “Hi..I'm Morgan.”

Bradley seeemd red in the face, and sweating. He hesitated as always, “Hi,” he bowed. “I'm Bradley.” He held out his hand and then lifted hers to kiss it.

She pulled it away. “Better than nothing.” She gave him a content look.

Next, your own girlfriend walked up to you, in that shiny tight dress. “Hi....I'm Morgan...”

For some reason, the conversation in the car came back to you. In that moment, you didn't think about beating Bill to get her, for some reason, you thought about beating them at winning her affections. You gripped her hand. “Hey,” you winked. You looked her up and down.

Morgan gave you a craned look but laughed. “OOOOkkkkkkkk.” She giggled, “Not horrible, but eye contact is key.” She waved her finger at you. “Always a problem with you isn't it.”

It helped break the ice between the four of you somewhat. Morgan kept going. “So...did you guys listen to what I said? Did you jerk off?” She made the jerk off motion and looked down at all of your slacks. “Doesn't look like it.” You all looked down to see three raging hard-ons. You all laughed, but awkwardly adjusted your pants.

Something inside of you spoke up. You could talk to her. You had for years. You were better than these two. You could win THIS at least. “Well you do look really hot.”

Morgan actually shot you a satisfied smile. “Ok...ok...thanks...that wasn't so bad.” She turned to the bar. “Now who wants to buy me a shot?”

All three of you jockeyed for position. You didn't even register you were doing this for your own girl at this point. You just wanted to beat them at this game. Morgan laughed seeing you three push through to the bar. “I'm NOT fucking any of you three pervs. Just to be clear!” She said in a joking manner. It should have stung, but instead you laughed along with everyone else.

You each brought her a shot. You knew she liked Washington Apple. Sean bought her tequila. You both looked at each other with weary joking smiles. Bradley came back with Whiskey. You and Sean looked at each other. She'd never drink that.

“She's with Bill,” Bradley saw your looks. “She needs to keep up with HIM!”

Morgan laughed, and grabbed his shot first. “Very smart mister!” She took that shot quickly, and you could see her face wince at the burn. She took yours next and downed it with ease and you winked at Sean. She took Sean's tequila last, and had another wince on her face. “Not bad boys.” She looked at her phone. “I got a friend Beth coming,” Morgan added. She hiccuped in her hand. “She's into tall guys,” Morgan added, holding her hand to her mouth. “So Sean has first dibs.”

“Shit,” a dejected Bradley said.

Morgan put her arms around him, and he was taken a back by her closeness. It looked awkward, but she pulled him in. “Don't worry.” She pointed at you. “If I can get THIS guy laid,” she said, “I can get any of Bill's buddies laid.” She crossed her arms. “Now whose buying me a drink.”

You all moved to the bar. Morgan stopped you and Sean. “Bradley knows what I like boys,” she put her arms around his waist and the two went to the bar. You and Sean looked at each other like “what the fuck”.

Time passed, and eventually “Beth” showed up. She was shorter than Morgan and Kate, chubby in the waist, but her legs and her arms were better than Kate's. In fact, Kate's face was cuter too. Beth had a fatter face. She wore a blue dress that showed her smaller but decent cleavage.

Morgan ran over and hugged her. She introduced you all, and finally Sean. “This is Sean,” Morgan said, she leaned over and jokingly stated, “NO VIDEOGAME SHIT DUDE!” Then she walked back to talk with Bradley.

You were talking to Kate, and your eyes almost popped out when Morgan, in that dress saddled up to Bradley and sat in his lap. She was talking with Bill the whole time. Bradley looked at you, and over to Sean for help. He was engaged in conversation with Beth. Morgan's ass was on Bradley's crotch. You actually felt jealous of Bradley in that moment, to feel her backside in that amazing dress. He looked so out of place. When she turned to the bar to order a drink, Bill pushed his hand out to fist bump Bradley who shakingly responded with his fist. “Enjoy dude,” Bill laughed and winked at him.

The group now watched as Sean and Beth began to dance. They were apart but together. Like in grade school. Morgan leaned back into Bradley, who almost dropped his drink. “It's so nice to hook up your boyfriends friends.” She lifted her glass to Kate. “Am I right.”

Kate laughed. “Yeah. They appreciate it.”

Morgan held up her hands in confusion. “What? A good girlfriend helps boyfriends friends get fucked too.”

The night continued, and Morgan sat in Bradley's lap. Beth evenually went the bathroom, and Kate joiend her. Bill went for a smoke, with a knowing wink to Morgan.

Morgan was drunk. “You're getting laid,” she pointed to Sean, “you're getting laid,” she pointed to you. “You're both welcome.”

“What about me,” Bradley looked like a little puppy dog. Morgan bounced in his lap. “Oh baby,” she shocked you and Sean when she moved in to kiss Bradley on the lips. It was a light peck. “I'll have Bill send you a pic later. I promise. BUUUUT....next weekend you are ALL getting laid. Girl scout's honor. Pinky swear!” She held out her pinky. The four of you locked pinky fingers. A promise was made.

The night wound down, and Beth and Sean began to make out. She ended up leaving after giving her his number. Sean was drunk. Bradley wasn't really sober either, so he ordered and uber. He paid his tab. Morgan kissed both Sean and Bradley on the cheek, saying that you all did really well. You helped Sean out, with Bradley's assistance. The three of you walked to the curb.

“FUUCCCK!” Sean said, “I want to get laid so bad.”

“You will,” Bradley laughed. “Next week.”

Sean pulled Bradley in and gave him a noogy on the head. “This little fucker had Morgan in that dress all night on his lap.”

Bradley stood up with a wide grin. He held up his hands. “I don't wanna brag boys, but she did grind on my lap. And she DID kiss me.”

You and Sean shook your heads. “Yeah....yeah,” you said with a chuckle. “You win the night.”

You high-fived him and pounded Sean with your fist and went back inside. You paid your tab, and Bill paid his. Yours was the most, buying for both Morgan, Kate and yourself. You had to admit, looking over Morgan's body as she was hanging onto Bill, you felt a little jealous of your mouse-like friend Bradley.

You went home and got a text from Sean. “Bradley won tonight. I'll give him that. He got the ass in his lap and the kiss.” You laughed as Kate drove. Morgan and Bill were in the back, you heard commotion but were typing on your phone.

“I'll give him the belt tonight.” You said. “Good job. There's always next week.”

You all went back to your apartment. Kate was now haning on you in the kitchen. Bill was pushing Morgan into the lviing room. You were making out with Kate, but thinking about Morgan the whole time, occasionally shaking your head and smiling about how she sat in Bradley's lap.

Kate whispered in your ear. “Can you let them go upstairs.”

This brought you back down from your thoughts of the night. “Huh?”

Kate pointed to the living room, you could see Morgan and Bill making out obscenely, her hand down his jeans. “If you don't let them fuck they're going to do it in front of us!” She laughed. Your heart pounded in your chest. What if that happened?

Morgan stopped making out with Bill, and reached down on the table for her phone. She picked it up and typed.

Your phone buzzed. It was Morgan. “Can we fuck in your bed just to get it out of the way?”

You looked over into the living room. Bill was groping Morgan's ass in that dress even though she was taller than him in the heels. He was sucking on her neck. You couldn't see her face.

“What?” You typed.

Morgan seemed to huff and puff with annoyance, then she texted again from the living room. “Just a trhow away fuck. I'm ASKING PERMISSION DUDE!”

Kate was watching your texts. “Just let them.”

So you typed. “FINE!”

You watched Morgan's mood change and she almost squeeled. She ran up the steps, Bill was pulling his pants down the whole way up.

You and Kate made out in the kitchen. You poured her a drink. Within a minute you heard banging from upstairs. It grew louder and louder. The bed was hitting the floor. Bill was fucking Morgan in your bed now. At least she asked permission.

An awkward silence hung in the air as you and Kate sipped your drinks. You walked into the living room where the banging got louder. Kate sat in the chair, and you sat on the arm rest, not wanting to go near the couch. It felt odd to even look at. You heard moans, faint, but clearly moans. It went on for minutes. Kate talked about how fun your friends were. She mentioned how nice Beth was, and how Sean and her looked good together.

About fifteen minutes later, you heard footsteps coming down. Morgan appeared, holding her heels, her hair messy, and her make-up no longer pefect. Bill had a smile. He jumped right into his spot on the couch. Morgan dropped her heels and walked past you to the kitchen, again like she owned the place. She came back with two beers. She sat right next to Bill and handed him a beer. Kate and Morgan began to chat instantly about how cute Beth was, and how nice her dress was. Bill and you conversed about Sean's chances. Both agreed it was pretty good.

Morgan heard your conversation. “He's getting pussy soon from her. Trust me. I know.”

Kate confirmed. “She pretty much said so.”

Morgan looked at Kate. “Let's do a shot!”

Kate nodded. “Make it two.” The girls giggled and walked into the kitchen.

“Not a bad night,” Bill said holding his hands behind his head. “Not bad at all.” He smiled. “Having a chick like Morgan brings girls around.”

You had no idea what to really say. But you knew what you wanted to say. So you did. “Jesus man, that fucking dress.” You looked in the kitchen.

“I know dude,” Bill said, “I couldn't control myself around her.” His statement put you at ease. Things weren't that different with him and the three of you after all. It didn't register that he had actually fucked her. “Kate looked....not bad either.” Bill said, stumbling with the words.

“Yeah,” you answered, still looking at Morgan. You watched them take three shots, and both girls were almost stumlbing now. They came back in the room. Morgan shut the lights of the kitchen off.

“Babe,” Kate said twirling her hair, “let's go upstairs.”

Bill winked at you, and Kate pulled you to your feet. She was strong with that weight. You followed her looking at her ass in that dress. Your cock had been hard all night, and now it would see relief. Your phone buzzed in your slacks, but you didn't check it.

You followed Kate to your room, and she went to your closet. “Give me a minute,” she said, and you watched her grab a tissue and lift her skirt. “It's gross down there.” She told you. You then noticed and odd smell in the room. It was centered around your bed.

You looked at your phone. It was from Morgan. “You need to ask permission to fuck up there buddy!”

You were confused, “WHAT? I been fucking up here for years!”

Morgan's next text came through quick. “Have you had anal up there?” Your heart sank. Rules were rules. Once a couple did something extraordinary sexually, they had claim. Bill had fucked Morgan's ass in your bed. Not an hour ago. That was the smell.

Kate was still wiping her crotch. You sighed. You typed. “Can I have sex in my bed?” You were embarassed, but it was too late to fight this. She'd come up there you suspected. You were pulling your pants down, and grabbed a condom. Fuck, you needed release.

Morgan quickly got back. “I'll think about it.” You were pissed.

Bill texted you a minute later. “She's messing with you dude. Go nuts. You have my blessing.”

Kate came back, and almost fell over. She lifted her dress and you saw her large pussy. She sank down on top of you. Her hand was on your cock. She guided it to her wet snatch. A new smell, that of raunchy pussy waffed in the air. Still, you needed to fuck, and her pussy felt great. She began to hump down onto you. The bed creaked with the combined weight of you both.

“Get on top,” Kate cooed, and rolled over, the bed sinking as she hit the mattress. Her eyes were flickering. You rolled on top of her, and pushed your cock back inside her warm wet loose snatch. You began a slow rhtyhmen, which was rewarded with a “snnnnuuuuuucccccch”. Wait! What was that? It sounded naisaly, and you looked down. Kate was fast asleep.

“Fuck,” you moaned and rolled off. How long was that? A minute or two? You sighed, and listened to her snore. You could fuck her. That would be **** wouldn't it? You needed it though. You thought about what was going on downstairs. Right below you. Could you....watch? You could sneak out the front door and come around the back. Would you rahter jerk off than actually fuck? Kate was sleeping after all, you told yourself as you rolled off the bed and crept out the door. You made sure she was still sound asleep. You crept down the staircase. One stair block at a time, so as not to make a creaking sound. You found yourself to the lower floor, and crept towards the living room. There was only a small wall between the front door and that couch.

You made your way towards the door, looking into the living room. You saw nothing, but heard them, clear as day, probably not more than a mere three feet from you. Only a small little outcropping of a wall were the acrhway at the end of the hall fed into the living room hiding you. You heard the voices from the couch.

“Was that it?” Morgan spoke. “That's all up there. Our throw away fuck was longer than there actual sex.” What was a throw away fuck? You remembered Bill mentioning something about getting so worked up with her, they just had to fuck quick and get it out of the way. A throw away fuck? Was that a real thing. “#lamesex” Morgan laughed. You smelled cigarettes. Were they smoking in the house? What the fuck. “Oh babe,” Morgan continued, “take a pic for Bradley!”

“Why?” Bill asked.

“I told him you would. I feel bad.” She spoke softly. “Give him something to enjoy. Everyone else got laid.”

“He's a lost cause!” Bill chortled. “Too wimpy.”

Morgan seemed aggitated. “No he's nice.” She spoke more sternly. “If I can get the guy upstairs laid. I can get this guy laid.”

This made you seethe with anger. You slowly opened the door, and knew how to maneuver it without making noise. You crept out, and walked out, leaving it slughtly open so as not to make a noise. You walked more quickly down the front stairwell to the front door of the duplex apartment complex. You walked out the front and ran around the side to the wooden stairs. Your phone buzzed.

As you walked upthe steps super slowly, you looked at your phone. IT was a group text with Bradley and Sean.

Bradley sent a picture. “Got this from Bill. He said Morgan insisted he send it” It was a picture of Morgan bent over, showing her skirt pushed up and her wonderful pussy lips from behind.

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He added a follow-up. “#winnning”.

You actually got mad again at Bradley. What the fuck did HE have! You worked the door to make sure it was open, and luckily it was. If someone was in the bathroom you'd be dead. No one was.

You crept through the kitchen. You peered around the opening to the living room. It was another archway without a door. You stayed back in the darkness of the kitchen. You thanked Morgan for shutting the lights off. Until you saw her. She was bent over the side of the couch, dress still on, smoking out the window. Bill was pushing his fingers in her soaping wet pussy. His pants were down his cock sticking straight up. You again felt flush seeing his size. You looked down to your own hard cock, which poked into the shorts you had put on before leaving your room. Hard as ever, small as ever, you were once again blaming your dick for all this.

She took a puff of her cigarette and you watched her eyes close, as she pushed her hips back into Bill's fingers. “You need to stop,” she bit her lip. As you watched him finger her, you felt shame for the way you and your buddies discussed things. Bill wasn't “#winning”. It was like Bill was playing an entire different game than you guys.

“No way babe,” Bill began thrusting his index and his middle finger inside Morgan. Her dress was hiked up and you could see his digits disappear into her wet cunt. His fingers were becoming drenched in her juice.

“FUCK BILL!” Morgan began to mewl. “STOP! I DON'T WANNA! I DON'T WANNA!” She was humping his hand now. A loud wet, sopping noise filled the room. Bill just pushed his fingers in deep. “AH....AH....AAAHHHHHHHHIIIIIEE!” She screamed out, and pulled off Bill's fingers. Right before your eyes something wonderful, magical, and amazing happened. Morgan's pussy sprayed clear liquid. She gripped the window sill as a torrent of her juices splashed onto your couch. She squirted. At least you think. All you saw were pictures on the internet, and stories from Bill himself.

You gasped as you watched, your right hand moving to your cock as you rubbed your erection beneath your shorts. You had never seen anything like it. Bill had told you “all girls squirt”, and it looked like at least Morgan was lending credibility to his story.

It all happened in slow motion for you, and you watched her juices rain down onto your couch, much of which rolled onto the floor. A large stain appeared between Bill and Morgan. You shook you head and smiled, since for years Morgan complained about cleaninng up the “mess” Bill and his “sluts” left on the couch. She had just added to that mess. Normally, Bill would leave a little stain, and it was obviously his cum. It wasn't much more. This was a downright deluge of liquid now running off the couch.

Morgan sighed and walked over to your roommates room. She came back with a towel, and slapped it onto the couch. She sat on the towel close to the window, her pussy dripping. Bill licked his fingers clean of her juices, and you wanted to taste. You'd suck on the couch if you could.

Her legs were open, she wasn't being modest. Why would she at this point? She pulled a drag off her cigarette. It was another disrespect that Bill had always been chastised, by Morgan herself, for doing. Here she was smoking in the house. She looked at Bill and blew smoke out the window. “You're such and ass, you know I'll be doing that all night now right?”

Bill just laid back, and put his hands over his head. His cock twitching as he moved. Morgan's eyes seemed to be fixed on his cock and she held the cigarette up with her left hand as high as she could, as her head went down on Bill's lap. Her mouth sucked in his cockhead, and he moaned with a smile. She pulled her head up and took a drag. She bent back down into his lap, and you were confused. She hadn't exhaled. Her mouth went over his tip and down several inches, and you witnessed something new. Smoke began to bellow out of her noise and out of the small opening between her lips and his cock.

She pulled her head back up and took a hall of the smoke, this time blowing it out the window. “You love these smokey blowjobs.” You were confused, as you had never heard the term. These two were actually showing you new things now, and your cock tingled at the sight of it.

Bill laughed, “It's hot, and different. Sexy as all hell.”

Morgan took a drag. “Well, it combines two things I love, smoking...” she leaned over in his lap and took inches of his long cock into her mouth, blowing the smoke out as she moved her head down. “Anb smucking cob”.

What had she said?

Bill asked that very question. “What was that?” He said laughing.

Morgan's head came up. “SUCKING COCK!” She took another drag, and leaned into Bill's face. You saw them kiss, and smoke came out of the union of their lips. It was gross, but sexual at the same time. Bill coughed a bit with a snicker. Morgan leaned over and dropped the cigarette in a beer can on the window sill.

“My little slut,” Bill remarked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her ontop of him, so she was facing in your direction.

“Whore of your dreams,” She answered with a smile. She repositioned herself so her feet were on either side of his legs. She then arched up, and grabbed his cock. She pulled her dress up at the waist, what little more needed to be pulled up, since it was already exposing most of her pussy and ass. Morgan grabbed Bill's fuckpole and eassed her pussy down onto it. She began a slow pace, her eyes not closed but seemingly focused. Now and again, she'd close her eyes and moan. Her pace increased, and you could see everything. Right there on the couch, you watched your buddies cock impaling your girlfriend. Her juices coated his dick, allowing his large prick to slice in and out with amazing speed. Morgan was the one doing the work though. Bill just sat back, hands to his side, occasionally reaching up to grab her breasts covered by the dress.

“OH FUCK BABY!” Morgan began to moan loudly. “OH FUCK YOUR COCK FEELS SOOOO GOOD TONIGHT!” She was speaking in a tone you'd never heard, almost like a pornstar. “IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! IT ALWAYS FEELS SOOOOO GOOD BABY!” She began bouncing on his dick. If Bill was trying to be quite, Morgan was not.

“Calm down babe,” Bill whispered.

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“I CAN'T BABY,” Morgan cooed. “IT'S SO GOOD RIGHT NOW” She was bouncing at an incredible rate, and you wer eshocked his cock remained inside her. Whenever you had tried this, she'd come off your dick and get frustrated. The sound of her body slapping down gainst Bill's was almost as loud as her moans. The noise of her now soaking and dripping cunt sloshing all over Bill's dick heightened the sound and sense of the sexaual frenxy.

You were now trying to keep pace with Morgan's bouncing, wondering if it felt even remotely similar as you stroked your cock beneath your shorts. You didn't want to pull it out and just jerk off yet.

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“BABY! BABY!” Morgan began shouting. “I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR DICK BABY!” She was practically screaming. Luckily, you couldn't hear a thing upstairs. If a gunshot went off you might not here it. The walls and the ceiling was thick. You could hear people walking upstairs, and that was about it. Well, and you know knew you could hear the bed creak. “AH....AH....AHHHHHHHHUUUHHHHHH!” She moaned loudly again, and you saw her jucies begin to run down Bill's cock. She shot up and off his dick. Another jet of her squirt splashed straight down, onto Bill's dick, and the couch, and all over his crotch. “See what you did,” Morgan shook her head. She grabbed the towel next to them and threw it in his lap.

Morgan stood up, and you watched her remove the dress. It was difficult, as it was almost a second skin on her. “I don't want to mess this up,” she said and put it on the single loveseat. Her ass was in clear view. Her legs were cascading with her juices rolling down towards the floor.

“You looked fucking hot tonight babe!” Bill mentioned, dabbing the towel over his dick.

“So did Kate,” Morgan sat at the end of the couch, lighting another cigarette up. She must be really drunk to smoke like that.

“Not like you,” Bill made a sacrcastic grunting/lauguing sound. He pulled his pants entirely down, and took off his shoes. Still wearing his shirt, he was nude from the waist down. His cock still erect, though not quite as hard. It gleamed with Morgan's juices.

“She's got some meat.” Morgan defended her friend, and your current girlfriend. “Some guys like that.”

Bill shook his head, “Not this guy.” He put the towel down and sat on it as he moved close to Morgan. He grabbed the smoke and took a hall.

Morgan pointed upstairs. “Did they even HAVE sex?”

Bill laughed, “I heard the bed once when they went up there.”

“That was like twenty minutes ago.” She huffed. “Our throw away fucks are longer than that.” Again with the throw away fuck. “#lamesexlife”

Morgan looked down thinking of what to say next. “Can I ask you a question?”

Bill shrugged. “Sure babe, what?”

Morgan looked at him, “Can I take your friend Bradley on a date?” It made you sick to your stomach to hear. Again, how was Bradley getting all this attention. You fell back in your freak game, without even realizing it.

“Why?” Bill asked puffing a smoke.

“He needs it. It would help his confidence to go on a date with a hot girl. Has he ever even been on a date with a girl like me?” Morgan inquired.

Bill said “not that I know. He's shy. And we don't know girls like you babe. Take him out. It would make his year.”

“You don't mind?” Morgan said.

Bill shook his head no. “It's fine, just brng that pussy and ass home to me. Do whatever you want with him?”

Morgan stood up and paced a little. “I'm not going to like fuck him, but I'll probably make out with him a bit. To make him feel good you know?”

Bill shocked you, “Give him a handjob. That shits not even a big deal.”

Morgan slapped his shoulder. “I already help too many of your friends get off.” Was she referring to you? “Maybe some tit,” Morgan laughed putting her butt out.

She lit up another.. “You know what's awesome,” she had a childlike happy glint in her wide eyes, as if she figured something out.

“What,” Bill smoked his cigarette.

“I don't have to ask permission to fuck on this couch now,” she playfully bounced on it. “I never really sat in it before. I like it.”

“I knew you'd join me on my couch someday,” Bill stated, and his words angered you. “Just waited you out.”

“Yeah,” Morgan rolled her eyes jokingly. “Took some time. And its OUR couch now.” She leaned over to put out he cigarette in the empty beer can, Bill handed her his. “I'm NEVER giving him permission to fuck on this couch by the way,” she joked, referring to you. You watched Bill grab her hips. He had one foot on the ground, and one on the couch. Morgan was bent over, right in front of him. He pushed his cock into her cunt. There was no need for foreplay at that point, You watch his cock slide in, as a key into a lock. Morgan just let him do what he wanted, and she gripped the wooden sill of the window. “This is OUR COUCH! We fuck on it.” She looked up at the ceiling were your room was. “He should ask permission to even sit on it.”

Her eyes then closed as Bill began to slam his cock in and out of her. The sopping, sloshing, squishing began to reverberate in the room again. Bill got up onto the couch, on his knees, and pulled her back onto his cock. They were now more in the middle. He grabbed her hips and began to just piston in her. “OH GOD BABY! FUCK ME!” She began to almost cry now, it was strange to see. “DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP!” She was like sobbing, it was hard to explain.

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Again, you were trying to keep the pace with Bill's thrusts. You were shocked you hadn't cum. Part of you wanted to wait. You felt something better was coming. Always,with these two.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” She just kept repeating it. “AAAAAAHHHHHUUUUHHHHH!!” Her toes curled, and then her right foot began slamming into Bill's leg and the couch. She was cumming again, you could see jets splashing out all over Bill and then down to the couch, but he wasn't going to pull out.

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Bill pulled her hips back and rammed his cock and stopped. “FUUUUUCCCK BABE!” You literally saw his balls tighten, and then white foamy cum, began to pour out, running on top of her juices like a flood out of her and down onto the couch, and onto the floor. They stayed motionless for about twenty seconds, just catching their breath. Bill finally pulled out, and a miniature tsunami occurred, flowing from her pussy, splashing down onto the couch, and creating a cum waterfall down to the ground. It was like the porn version of a disaster movie on a miniature scale, you joked in your head.

“Such a stud,” Morgan said, scooting over, Bill sat down. Morgan went to work on his cock. You were surprised as she cleaned it with her mouth lovingly

The way she worshiped his cock made you jealous of Bill once again. You hadn't really felt jealous, not like this, in a while.

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“We have to get the morning after pill,” Morgan added, as she licked his tip free of cum, and her own juices. Finally satisfied she had down her duties properly, she stood up. She grabbed the beer on the coffee table and took a big sip. You saw Bill's cum still pumping out of her spamming pussy. It was hypnotic to watch. The cum dripped down the gap between her legs.

She then walked right towards the kitchen. You moved to the small area were the brooms were between the pantry against the wall and the kitchen. If she turned on the light you were dead. She didn't, she walked right past you and towards the bathroom. You noted the cum that dropped out of her and onto your floor. She came back, and went right to the fridge, opening the door your way. She grabbed two beers and you saw her ass as she bent down. She then closed the door and went back into the living room.

“Should we clean the couch?” You heard Bill say.

“We can wipe up some of it.” Morgan answered. “It's our fuck couch though. We don't have to clean out shit.” You heard the beers crack open. “Like, he's your buddy and Kate's MY friend, so we'll be here a lot. This is OUR fuck couch. So clean it to sit on it only. You know what I mean.”

“My little slut!” Bill laughed.

“Whore of your dreams,” Morgan corrected him again. She truly had joined him on that couch, to the point she was claiming ownership.

You were getting tired and wanted to jerk off. You thought about going to the bathroom. But Morgan mentioned needing to use it. And taking a shower. She actually asked if Bill wanted to join. You got your opportunity to sneak out when they went by you and into the bathroom. You walked slowly through the living room. You looked at the ground in front of the couch, and the couch itself. It was soaked, and caked with cum. You'd have to clean that. Hopefully they would do something. It was THEIR couch. You were willing to cede that to them. After seeing the mess that was left of it, you wondered if you'd ever sit in it. You realized you rarely even did. Now you didn't just fear Bill, you feared what Morgan would do if you didn't ask permission. You looked at the wetness and wanted to suck some, however, it was now mixed with white foamy cum. That disgusted you.

As you were walking away you saw something red under the coffee table. You bent low. You eyes went wide as you saw her panties. You picked them up. You took them to your face, getting the whiff of that scent. That **** like intoxicating scent of Morgan's womanhood. Your cock jutted twice a large amount of pre-cum.

If you took it, they'd know. So you went around the corner. You thought about texting Bradley of your ill gotten prize. Though, you weren't sure what he or anyone would say. Instead, you took it to your nose, and grabbed your cock. You didn't want to cum in your pants, but also not on the floor, but you were too close. So you stroked it three times and came. That's when you realized you still had the condom on. Weird, but oddly effective. Fully sated, you put the panties back, and heard the water running. You thought about watching again, but you'd need a recharge. You decided to just go to sleep.

You went upstairs and found Kate still fast asleep. Still snoring. You laughed, thinking WHO could possibly sleep though that fuck session downstairs. You fell quickly asleep.

Around 300 AM you woke, and had to pee, which meant you'd either walk right through the living room or go out front and around. This was your house, you told yourself, and you decided to just go through the living room. They couldn't still be fucking in there. It had been over and hour or so now.

You walked down, to see the room was dark. The TV was still on. There was no sound. You looked over to the couch. The area was cleaned up. Stains still on the couch, but it was drier. The beer cans and smokes were gone. A smell of Febreeze filled the air. They must have doused the couch and tried to cover the smoke smell, you laughed.

You were relieved, and a little disappointed they left. Part of you WANTED them to still be fucking. You thought about all you had seen that night. You walked around the corner to the bathroom and turned the knob. Had you looked down, you'd have seen the light, but you were lost in thought. You opened it and stopped in your tracks. Bill was sitting on the toilet, Morgan was bouncing up and down on his cock. She shot a look up at you, but didn't even stop. You didn't have a big bathroom. So to say you were close was an understatement. They were right beneath you.

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“Uhh....occupied dude,” Morgan, your once proper girlfriend, gave you the most annoyed look as she continued to hump Bill, who just looked at her back, with a smile, holding her hips as she bounced on his cock.

“Sorry...I didn't see....” you turned back to the door. “It's not a big...”

Morgan pointed to the small hall that led back into the kitchen and the back door area. “OUT PERVFACE!”

You walked back into the small hall, and felt even smaller as Morgan slammed the door. You really had to pee. “How long are you going to be?” You said with a knock.

“SERIOUSLY DUDE!” Morgan shouted from the bathroom. “GO PEE OUTSIDE!”

“I almost got arrested last time,” you yelled back. It was true, you had bad luck peeing outside.

Morgan then called back. “Then come on in and go pee then you fucking....” she trailed off.

You didn't move. What did she mean?

She told you again. “Let's go...come on in and go pee.”

You froze. Still not moving. “LET'S GO DUDE! I DON'T HAVE ALL NIGHT!” You reached for the knob, and you were scared to go in. What would you see. Nothing you hadn't, but now they'd know. Fearing getting yelled at, you opened the small door, and swung it open slowly. Morgan and Bill were in the tub. She was bent over against the wall, Bill was plowing her from behind.

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“What's up dude,” Bill looked at you, “sorry about stealing the bathroom for so long.”

“It's fine,” you said looking at them fucking in the shower, but then looking down embarrassed.

Morgan looked at you and you looked down. She covered her breasts with her hands. “Dude. Fucking go...” she pointed to the toilet even as Bill fucked her. The smacking of their bodies was the only thing you could hear. “FUCK BABY!” She cooed.

You walked nervously to the toilet. You didn't want to look over, but you could hear Bill banging her only a foot or two away. You pulled your pants down, you cock came free.

“Ha.” Morgan laughed from behind you the moment your cock came out. She was moaning and mewling louder and louder now.

Your cock, standing a little over four inches was hard as hell once again. You pushed the erection down towards the toilet. You tried your hardest to pee. Nothing came out.

Morgan leaned her head closer from the bathtub, looking down at your cock. You could still hear Bill grunting as he fucked her. “Trouble wit the little guy!” She chuckled.

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You tried again to push your hardest, but you were too hard.

“Can't pee with a hard dick dude,” Morgan laughed, “I'm a girl and I know that.”

“Go easy on him babe,” Bill muttered slamming his own erect cock into her.

Morgan began pushing her back into Bill's hips, thrusting with her own power. “I'm going to cum soon,” she cooed, “maybe he just needs to cum himself.” For some reason you looked at her, she had the look of a woman about to explode. “You wanna watch a hot girl cum on a big dick.”

She was laughing at you now. “He just wants to watch. Wants to see ME get fucked by a big fat cock” She was picking up her pace. “Isn't that right?”

You stood, cock twitching not saying a word. A bubble of pre-cum dribbled out.

She looked back at Bill. “Told you, this freak just want's to see me get fucked by a big cocked stud.” She leaned close to you as Bill slammed into her. He was content with doing his own work, not paying attention to you. She was. “Isn't that right perv?” She was taunting you, and more bubbles of cum spilled from your dick. “You just want to see me fuck your friend and his big dick.” She began to shout. “WANNA WATCH ME FUCK YOUR STUD FRIEND!” She was looking right at you. “YOUR FRIEND WHOSE COCK IS TWICE YOUR FUCKING SIZE!”

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“FUUUCK BABE!” Bill thrust forward, you knew what it meant.

Morgan's eyes rolled in her head. Her left hand gripped the side of the shower, her right came down searching for something to grab. “FUCK ME! OH MY GAAAAWWWWDDD!” Her hand grabbed your cock, and she squeezed it as she came. It wasn't a loving grasp, it wasn't to jerk you off, it was merely to brace herself for her orgasm. Still, when she gripped it, you shot a load right against the glass of the shower sliding door.

Her hand kept pulsing, and you almost felt the orgasm take her over in waves. It finally subsided. The sound of splashing juices and cum in the tub echoed. Morgan looked down at her hand on your dick. “EEEWWWW!” She grabbed a towel and wiped her hand. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she grabbed Bill's hand and pulled him out of the bathroom. “PARTY FOUL DUDE!” She muttered wiping her hands on your walls.

You fell back against the wall. What had just happened? She had openly had sex in front of you. And taunted you. If you hadn't accidentally cum you'd be hard. It still moved. You wanted to brag to Bradley and Sean. She had basically given you a handjob. Sure, it was an accident. But you counted it. You smiled and went over to the toilet. Pee began to spray in separate ways. It always happened after a great cum.

You almost had a spring in your step. You walked through the living room, expecting them to be in clothes, under a cover, or sleeping. Instead, they were both nude, smoking in the corner. Morgan was on Bill's lap.

“You guys know you can't smoke in here.” You weren't going to let them take advantage.

Morgan didn't even glance your way, she just puffed her cigarette. “Our couch dude. Our rules.”

“I mean, technically its still my couch.” You stood cross armed.

“Technically?” Morgan laughed. “TECHNICALLY,” she held out her hand. “You should be asking us permission to use your own bed, this couch, the kitchen, the deck, the staircase, the bathroom, I'm I missing anything,” she turned to Bill.

“The roommates room,” he motioned over with his head.

“Yeah,” Morgan said looking at you holding up seven fingers. “You can't even move in this place without asking me or Bill for permission dude.”

“You had sex in all those places? Have you been sneaking in?” You asked confused.

Morgan laughed and shot a glance to Bill. “That's just tonight dude.”

You shook your head and walked away, unable to believe how Morgan was changing. Angry, and turned on all at the same time. Your cock still coming to life after cumming so hard in her hand.

“#lamesexlife dude,” Morgan called to you.

You sighed and went to your room. Your phone buzzed. “Did you ask permission to sleep in that bed. I'll come up there bitch!” Morgan texted with Bill in the message as well.

It was getting out of control. But you just wanted to sleep. “Can I sleep in this bed.”

“Permission granted!” Morgan answered.

Bill texted. 'Lol'.

“You're welcome for that handjob by the way. Unintentional but still the best sex you've had in months.” Morgan finished.

“lol” was all Bill added.

You sighed, your cock hard. You thought about fucking Kate. But you stopped yourself. You'd have to get some sleep. You wondered if Morgan was right. Was that the best sex you've had? An accidental handjob. It did feel great. And now what was life going to be like with them. They didn't seem to care if your were even in the room when they fucked. That excited you to no end.