Friday: For You

You dreamt of odd things. It was all over the place. You were in high-school and Morgan was there, sitting in the back, with the “rude girls” she was dressed in a turquoise bikini. One girl you recolonized as being particularly mean said “I heard its 4 inches”, and then you heard Morgan say “how would I know”. The girls laughed, you looked back and Morgan mouthed “turn around” and twirled her finger. You turned around and suddenly Bill was with her. They kissed. Then you were on a date with Morgan and she still had on that bikini that barely covered her crotch or her ass. The small triangles on the top didn't cover those dark nipples. “We've haven't done this in some time,” Morgan said eating her dinner. Bill showed up in a Tuxedo. He sat with Morgan and they made out. Then the scene changed to your wedding. Everything was normal, but that bikini. And when it was time to kiss the bride Morgan and Bill were making out. She was playing with your dick. More like flicking it with her finger. Morgan turned to you and said, “I want Bill to.....” and then “THUD!” You were trying to hear her words...but “THUD!”

Your eyes began to open to the light of your living room from the large windows to the right. “THUD! THUD!” The headboard against the wall again. “Thud...thud....” it was slow at first, but after two minutes it picked up....”thud-thud-thud-thud.”

“OOOOOOHHHHHH GAAAAWDDDDD BAAAAAAAABBBBYYY!” Morgan screamed loudly and the thuds stopped. Your cock was already erect from the dream. This didn't help. You heard the bathroom door open, and then close. This was repeated. There was movement and mumbling, probably talking at a normal level you just couldn't hear.

Minutes later, Bill came out in a gray t-shirt and the black shorts with white and black running shoes. He had on a ball cap. Next to him was Morgan in her turquoise top with the buttons, that she could show cleavage or not. She was, and you saw the mark on her right tit. She had on her green short-shorts and the bamboo wedge heels. No make-up, so you could see some zits, and bumps, and her hair wasn't done. Still she glowed. She looked amazing even when she wasn't trying. They were already holding hands and getting their belongings. She bent to grab her purse. Her shorts hiked up and you swore on her right inner thigh was another bruise. She stood up. “All you can drink mimosas 8 to 10?” She said. Was it earlier than 8? “You in?”

“Sure,” you said, glad to be included. “I just need to change.” You looked at the bedroom. You'd have to go in.

“It's kind of messy, I'll clean it,” she assured you not looking at your eyes as she said it. She was flipping through her phone.

You gulped and went inside. You surveyed the room. The bed was a mess. New dark stains in the middle of the sheets. The nightstand was a storm of empty beers, unopened condoms and condom wrappers. The room didn't smell great. Somewhat between Morgan's pussy and man-funk, as you called it. You knew what it all meant. They had been fucking like....well....rabbits in here, laughing as it was YOUR nickname. They didn't seem fuck like rabbits according to Morgan, with no plan or purpose. They seemed in some rhythm. Which scared you. You thought about this as you put on cargo shorts and a new tight workout shirt. You then put on you VANS and went to take a pee. You looked down in the bathroom garbage, and a new condom was there. This one wasn't filled with cum on the inside, but it was coated on the outside with what had to be Morgan's own orgasm. As you pissed the stream split in two, and due to your erection it was tough to get it down.

You went to the place that had the morning mimosas. Morgan loved this place, you'd been there before. The girls didn't really know you, but this was in violation of her rules. Sort of, but not really. It wasn't as if anyone you knew would even venture to this part of the city without you telling them to.

“Here,” she handed you her phone. “Take a pic bunz!” She then shocked you by leaning into Bill with her head against his. She instructed him to pic up the glass of mimosa. Your heart beat as you took the pic and Bill smiled with a cocky grin, your fiancee's seemed more genuine. You weren't sure which one made you madder. Still, as always it inflamed your crotch with blood. As your food came Morgan typed away on her phone.

She was eating then, and feeding Bill her “amazing sausage”. He got a breakfast sandwich as did you. They were chatting then, about the day. Your phone buzzed and it was a notification that Morgan had a new status update. You looked at your phone. She had posted to the “in the know group”...”Morning mimosas with my man!” You went red with anger, embarrassment, but your dick went red and engorged again with blood. You kept staring at their smiles. Bill was sticking it to you, and Morgan was happy. The “likes” flooded in. Her co-worker commented. “Vitamin B BILL!”

Morgan picked up her phone. She looked. Then she insisted Bill “drink up” to get vitamin B. You corrected her that it was vitamin C in the orange juice. She called you a dork and said it doesn't matter. Then she insisted you both hydrate.

The three of you had four rounds. Then when it was time to leave, Morgan stopped the waitress. “Split it in two. Him...” she pointed to you, “And us!” The girl nodded and left.

Bill and you shot her a look. Morgan giggled. “Hey,” she elbowed Bill thumbing through her phone. “You date me...YOU pay.”

This actually made you laugh as Bill was always scamming to get out of paying anything. The guy lived at home after all. He wasn't making much or doing much. Bill grumbled the whole time he shelled out the cash. But as you left Morgan commented, “OH come on..” she put her arm under Bill's, “by now you know my pussy is worth a few bucks.”

Her words were so nuts and wild and erotic. She had a potty mouth, so that wasn't new, it was just the subject matter. Of her and Bill fucking. You walked behind them as they laughed and shared a smoke, Morgan's arm under his, locked together. At one point, she put her head on his shoulder. They almost didn't look that odd together at that moment. It made your cock twitch.

You got home, and Morgan INSISTED. OUTRIGHT INSISTED she make bloody-Mary’s for all. She had a “special recipe”. She made a large jug. She poured a glass and served Bill. Then she actually served you. She walked over to Bill and pushed his glass up as he drank. “Drink up,” she made him chug one...she then walked over to you...”you too bunz...get it down...” she pushed the glass up as you drank and it flowed fast. Some trickled down your chin.

The three of you drank a few more drinks. Morgan and Bill sat on the couch, and you on the love seat. Your girlfriend began brushing her teeth, then made a shower rotation as she spit in the sink. “Bill....Bunz....ME, since I'll take the longest.” She said sitting back down on the couch.

Bill muttered, leaning into her, “Let's go together.”

She patted his shoulder. “No thanks...I don't need my tits and pussy cleaned for an hour.” She then pointed to her mouth. “I just brushed so I also kinda don't need you cock in my mouth for the rest of the shower again.”

Her words caused a stir in you. “Cock in my mouth...” she had said....”and again”. You were swirling with emotions of jealousy, envy and arousal. She muttered about wanting some alone time as well.

Bill dejectedly went to take a shower. Morgan looked at you. “Have you enjoyed this?” She stressed enjoyed. You told her you had, but she looked at your crotch. “It doesn't seem so,” she added. She sighed. “You don't have to be afraid,” she was more warm. “I'm fucking your buddy, its hot, I get it.” She scooted in her seat and reached over to grab your erection. She jerked it twice, and your head flung back in ecstasy. “You can play with this guy, don't feel embarrassed.” But as quickly as she touched it, she let go. “It fine...don't feel weird.” She then put her index finger on the tip of your erection and “boinged” your dick like she had in your dream.

She then sat back and was scrolling through her phone. She began to ask about the people from home who were throwing the party. Jessi, Dave, Dan, Mikey, Bryan, she uttered names you were sure she didn't know. You explained they “might have been cool” in high-school but it was kind of lame now. She just laughed saying they seemed fun, and maybe you were just uptight.

Bill came out, and it was your turn. Showering was tough. Touching soap to your cock was almost too much. You did it quickly, even after Morgan all but gave you permission to jerk off. There was a heat in now, and without any stimulus your cock began to harden as you brushed your teeth. It was getting hot all over. Almost like yesterday after you took the pills. The blood was looking for more space but found none. You dressed in a nice white and pink button up top, and your salmon colored gold shorts. Weekend white guy, you always joked. You put on your white VANS.

When you came out, Morgan and Bill were laughing, and sharing a beer. Bill had on the same outfit. Underdressed as usual. Morgan kissed his forehead and left the two of you. “Fuck,” Bill laughed, “that girl LOVES to fuck,” he had a wide smile. He got up and grabbed you and himself a beer. You expected him to stick it to you, but instead he talked football, and trades and your fantasy league. As if nothing was odd.

An hour later, and your phone buzzed. Morgan had uploaded a selfie to the “in the know” group. It had grown overnight you finally noticed. She was in a pose in the mirror in a white tube top she rarely wore without something covering it. Her ass was being displayed in those new amazing yoga pants. Your cock stiffened at the pic. The black yoga pants were so tight you could see both ass cheeks and her ass crack. Her legs and ass always looked nice, but these yoga pants made them pop with a muscle tone almost and pushed her ass out. She looked like some instagram harlot. It was so hot for you. What was even worse was the comments from DAVE...and MIKEY. She had become facebook friends with them overnight. As well as many people from their “crew”. Dave said “such a hottie” and Mikey said “dat ass tho. SMOKESHOW” Morgan LIKED both comments. What was this?

She came out with a smile and an almost spring in her step. She then asked how you were both feeling with a weird smile. Morgan was holding her white walking sneakers with the large heels, that gave her three inches. “Bill grab me a beer.” She walked over to you sitting on the loveseat, and she planted her white sock covered dainty foot right on your crotch. “Bunz...help me with my shoes,” she held them out with one hand, and flipped through her phone with the other, complaining again that her boss had liked her selfie. Her toes pressed down on your erection.

“AAAuuuuuhhhh,” You uttered almost falling forward. The sensation from her foot, just the mere pressure was overwhelming. She hadn't even touch you in the past day but for her groping of your crotch earlier.

“You alright Bunz,” she lifted her foot dangling her toes. “My shoes please?” She was still looking at her phone. Bill handed her a beer, with a cracked top. He sat down complaining about the recent NBA trade and how “this guy” and “That guy” shouldn't even have played on the team they were traded from. He was oblivious to the insanely erotic storyline playing out feet from him. You slipped the white sneaker on her lovely feet, which now seemed all kinds of sexy to you. After they were secured, she dropped the tip onto your erection, pushing it down by the shaft. “Laces Bunz,” Morgan commented as she sipped a beer and read her phone. You did her laces and she pushed more pressure down. “Pull my leggings down around the ankle Bunz!” You did as told, feeling the tip of her shoe press even further. She then slipped her left foot off, and plopped the right socked foot back to your crotch. You looked over to Bill as Morgan's foot was clearly on your crotch. You felt an odd new twinge of excitement. As if you were stealing something from him. Experiencing something naughty with....HIS girlfriend. Is this how he felt when they flirted? When she “pecked him”. You almost understood him.

Her toes moved, and your eyes flung open, feeling a spurt, but then she lifted her dainty foot and dangled it. You placed her sneaker on, and then she pressed hard on your cock. It was painful and you winced. There was something intensely erotic as she stood over you. She seemed to acknowledge her power over your cock. You loved it. You laced her up slowly, and without being asked, pulled her legging down. “Such a hottie,” you thought, thinking of Dave's comment. As she turned and you took in that ass, you agreed with Mikey's comments. “DAT ASS THO! SMOKESHOW!”

The three of you drank. Morgan filled up the flask she gave you which said “to my man XOXOXOXO.” She then told you to fill one up yourself. She also told Bill to bring “party balloons”. Which you thought was odd. They laughed when you asked what that meant. It was time to go, and you walked to the train station. Bill and her exchanged the flask and a smoke as they talked.

Morgan then looked at you. “ Bunz, can you comment on my pic!” This confused you, and you asked what she meant. “I don't like my boss being the last comment.” You asked why Bill couldn't do it. She said he doesn't ever comment that would be weird, and “besides, as my boyfriend he gets to see it everyday.” She made a point that he wouldn't do that, and he seemed to agree.

You sighed and opened your phone. You commented “Looking good.”

Morgan commented about you not “liking” the photo and wiggled her ass. She then typed “creeper” as a response to your comment for all to see. A bunch of people from your hometown and her work liked her comment. No one liked yours. She then added “JK” with a kiss emoji.

You got on the train, and leaned against the door, and simply stared at Morgan's ass in those pants. Then her tits in that top. She had covered it in a denim jacket. She had on hoop earrings, or fuck me earrings, and full make-up. Her hair shined. Bill was around the post to her left holding onto the ceiling rail. The next stop a bunch of people got on. There was a game in the city. Fans began talking at loud levels. Morgan's ass pushed back towards you. You sighed with relief as there was still a foot. The next stop and the gap closed. Your cock was fully erect, and it was obvious. Her ass was inches from you. She didn't notice, but you did. Your dick was pointing directly and almost perfectly between her cheeks. Your horror grew as another stop meant more people.

It happened...Morgan's amazing little yoga pants ass was inadvertently pushed right into your erection. It bent your cock in an unnatural way. If it weren't for the yoga pants, your cock would be trying to get up her shithole. It was perfectly lined up, her shoes helping that. You grunted in pain loudly, but the train was too loud from fans. Bill was looking at his own phone. God bless the smart-phone era.

Morgan was using her phone texting widely. If anyone simply looked down, they'd see your erection poking into her ass. Luckly, there were simply too many people. Your phone buzzed, and you fished it from your pocket. It was Morgan. “WHAT THE FUCK BUNZ? YOUR COCK IS LITERALLY IN MY ASS!” You texted an apology. She then texted a long message about “this was what she had been talking about. GET RID OF IT!” And how that was the whole point. She then texted you to push up and back and she'd move forward. She told you to “ADJUST YOUR FUCKING SELF!”

You did as told, right on time, as the train stopped once more. You reached down and pulled your erection up, so it was under your belt. Morgan was squeezing her cheeks. But she was pushed back, and in an instant your nightmare continued as your erection was in the divide between her ass that was so defined in those pants. A few days ago, this would have been fun, but now it seemed odd and inappropriate. Then to your dismay, Morgan's ass moved up slightly, and then back down, causing stimulation to your burning cock. She must have been pushed, you thought. But then she did it again, and again, and even began to squeeze. Morgan was jerking your cock with her ass. She texted you “Don't move” and you listened. It seemed like forever, and you kept glancing t Bill, again getting that electricity from the naughty act of stealing from him. “OH GOD!” You shouted, feeling your cock finally spurt in your pants, hard and intense. You gripped the side rail as you came right there. Luckily, people were all but screaming on the train. No one heard or saw. Morgan looked back with an evil smile then. The doors behind you burst open and you fell out.

You and Morgan locked eyes. Then she looked down and you did as well. Your good golf pants soaked in cum. Looking like you'd pissed yourself. The doors slid shut, and Morgan winked at you and waved goodbye.

Morgan had just made you cum, and you felt great, but also left behind. They were off to the races on their day, and you'd have to go change. She sent another text “One down...one to go.” With a devil emoji.

At first, you tried to race home. You took an Uber, not wanting people to see. Then when you got home, you sat down. Why rush, you had just cum. Morgan then began to snapchat, with the same group. Pictures from a bar. Then a facebook update holding her hands up at some statute. An hour past, and then two. You were kind of happy. Let them run around. You had just cum. Morgan had helped you. For some reason you smiled. Take that Bill, you thought.

Morgan texted you. “Like my ass pic dickhead! And my selfie from yesterday. Start commenting too. Get in the GAME! Then change those pants crank one out and get back her BUNNY!”

You smiled and sat there. Yesterday's pic got a “Dime-piece. Fucking hot as balls!” Which got some likes from people, including Dave. You “liked” all her new pics then. You were ready to leave and texted Morgan about where they were. She didn't get back to you. So you sent a “snapchat”.

You got a response two minutes later. “She's busy.” Then a video came up that floored you. It was only 30 seconds. But it was Morgan bent over, her pants down, tits out and flopping. Bill was sawing his cock in and out of her. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! SO GOOD BABY!” It was in some bathroom. You saw them having sex. Bill was taking the video. “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M CUUUUMMMING!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, her ass went back and enveloped Bill's condom covered dick. Her hands held his ass in place. He pulled off and his dick dripped with her juices. The last shot was of her pussy, wide and gaping and opening and closing right before your eyes. Dripping from her orgasm. Morgan said something about “Did you...” and it ended.

You were floored and hard. You could only watch it once more. Which you did, in the bathroom as you jerked your pecker. It didn't even make it to the end of the video.

When you came back, Morgan had texted you they were part of a Cinco De Mayo pub crawl now. For free. “GET HERE!” She pinned there location. So you took an Uber. She updated her facebook with “shot one” and they were both smiling. You got to the bar, but they were gone. Some patrons were still there. You had a beer and grabbed some beads. This went on an hour, with you following but just missing. Was that unpurpose. Either way, according to Facebook they were on “shot four”. All tequila. She'd be wasted. Luckily, it meant no party. You actually managed to scam a pair of beads with a “shot glass” from some drunk guy who was calling it quits. You noticed chicks flashing guys for beads as per usual.

You finally caught up at a large Pub. You had to push through the crowd. Morgan and Bill were talking to another couple. “BUNNNNNZZZ!” Morgan ran over. She introduced you as her roommate. It made your cock come to life. Both of them, in fact everyone was wasted. And it was about 2PM.

She saw the beads around your neck finally. “HOLY SHIT!” She said, seeing the shot glass beads. “I HAVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR THESE!” She asked where you got them. You told her some drunk. “I need those,” she said. “I'll buy you a shot.”

You actually said no. The beads got a free shot at each bar. That's why they were so coveted. She offered money but you said no. Then Bill grabbed her was it and did his drunk dance. He whispered in her ear. She laughed but kept shaking her head. Finally, she just said “FINE!” She was swaying. She was falling into Bill's arms, they were now both doing Bill's drunk dance. “Just do it,” Morgan muttered. Bill reached around and lifted her white top until her tits popped free. The dark nipples hard and exposed to the air. The mark above her right breast. They lingered in the open air in the bar for ten seconds, to cheers from all around, and then he pulled the shirt back down. They both sat staring at you, expecting you knew what to do.

An emotional tornado welled inside you. She had just displayed herself in public, on Bill's insistence and help. Shown her tits. It was insane and angering, all the while arousing, even after two orgasms. Like she was flashing you as someone who shouldn't and couldn't see them. They were just staring.

Morgan held out her hand. “Beads dude.”

You pulled back from you anger. Using the beads as some sort of way to keep dignity. “No.” You blurted out not even knowing why.

“BOOOOO....” the crowd screamed. “Like you could ever see that girls tits.” Someone shouted.

“TITS FOR BEADS DUDE!” Morgan looked angry. “That's the rule!”

“GIVE HER BEADS! GIVE HER BEADS!” They shouted.

You handed them over and everyone cheered.

She was happy as a pig in shit now. You drank some more, before heading home. You'd traveled far. So it was a train ride for a while. You found the only seat. Morgan jumped on your lap. Bill laughed, and the two chatted about the day. It was as if you were harmless. She kept rotating her hips now, and not to fuck you with her ass. But to use you as a seat. Your dick was coming alive again. Somehow.

You got home, and it was time to get going. You'd have to stay at your parents place to go to this party. You kept mentioning how you shouldn't go. Morgan was more eager than even Bill. Morgan drove. Bill sat up with her, and she kept slapping his hands away as he tried to finger her. It started to make you laugh. “You're not going to finger me all day all the time Bill, that's not possible.” She joked. Bill commented he was going to try.

It really seemed like any couple joking. What was it about them acting as a couple that made you so horny. Was it the way it was so wrong?

The three of you SOMEHOW made it to your house. Despite the fact Morgan was hammered and Bill was trying to finger her. As they walked up stairs bickering like a married couple, Bill groping her ass, you realized he was going to fuck her in your bed once again. How many times had you even fucked Morgan here? A few. It's not like you guys came here often.

You stopped at the foot of the stairs, feeling odd following. As if it were wrongful. Morgan called back. “We're going to nap Bunz. If you need to shower do it now. I'm going to be a while.”

You sat in the basement, an tried to listen through the vents. Were they really sleeping. About two hours later, Bill came down, now in jeans at least. He was sipping a beer. “She's going to take forever.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yup,” you laughed.

You guys talked about her ass in those pants. “Did you see how well it looked in that shit,” you said sipping your beer. You guys played pool and drank. At one point, you said her ass pressed against you in the train. Bill just laughed. He didn't know the truth.

“How about them tits,” Bill said and winked.

You stopped and put the stick down. “I can't believe she did that.” You both laughed.

After an hour, Morgan updated her facebook with a selfie and your heart almost stopped. She was in that top, showing MASSIVE amounts of her inner side perky cleavage. The ring struggling to keep her tits in place. She had a leg up in a sexy pose, with her black pleated skirt that came above her knees. On her feet were black high heels, with a little peak-toe. You'd seen the heels, the skirt, and saw her buy the top, watching it all come together was something else. She was stunning once again. Dark red lipstick, short hair down straight, and dark eye-shadow. Like after like came in. You hit like, wanting to join in for some reason.

“Bill,” you laughed, “you really gotta check facebook more.”

“Nah,” he hit a pool shot.

Morgan came in with a bunch of beers. “Boys,” she did a little pose, and winked. She handed Bill one and then you. She had a few and set them on the computer table. The three of you started to drink, and heavily. It was fun. You all played pool. Morgan played against you, and was bending down so you'd see her ass. For your last shot she said, “I doubt you make TIT” and then popped her boob out quickly and then back in. You just stood, erect, and unable to shoot. Bill and Morgan laughed. “Which pool cue ya shooting with Bunz,” she joked. “The one in your hand, or the one in your pants.” She pointed to your erection. They laughed, and you shrugged. Bill didn’t seem to care one bit you were getting a show from it. HE used to share girls from high-school with you. Nothing changes.

It was their turn to play, and you watched her get even more aggressive. Grabbing his cock, kissing him to make him miss, lifting her skirt. She was having fun and so were you and Bill.

You saw a comment from Dave on her facebook selfie. “Lucky fucking Bill.”

You typed in. “Yup, fucking hot AF!” And hit send. Drunk and stupidly. Admitting you were jealous.

It was getting late, and the party was going to start. A few people were going to the small Chinese food place that served cheap beers first. You thought it was time to leave.

Your gorgeous future wife stopped you. “I think you should take a taxi and we go after.”

“Why?” You asked.

She looked at Bill and then at you. “Not to be a bitch, but you weren't like...invited.”

It was true. At no point had they stated you should go. With a heavy heart, you agreed. You were nervous to show up at the bar, alone. But you did. Dave and Mike were there. So were Jessi and Jennifer...the MEAN girls. Strangely, they all were elated to see you. Jessi and Jennifer gave you a hug and asked how you'd been. Dave and Mike bought you a drink. You had a few beers with them. They then really did invite you.

Dave asked about Bill's “hot girlfriend.” You seemed eager to talk all about her and how sexy she is, and slutty she is. Dave asked how you knew her. Backed into a corner you just said you were friends from college, and its how Bill met her. He commented about whether or not you “fucked” her. You actually admitted yeah, you dated her before Bill. Dave bought you a beer. “This is the guy,” he said.

Half an hour later and Bill and Morgan showed up. All the ol guys took double takes as she entered. You watched them effortlessly come in as a couple, and greet everyone. Morgan was a pro at this ruse, kissing cheeks, hugging, shaking hands, being an overall social butterfly. They drinks flowed and it was time to go to Dans.

The party wasn't all that bad. People just seemed to want to drink and have fun. You caught up with a bunch of people. Morgan and Bill went and did the rounds as a couple. Everyone was giving Bill “props” on the hot girl. IT was all people talked about. It made you prideful they spoke about your fiancee in that manner. It intrigued and aroused you to have her “come out” as Bill's girl. Your stories didn't do it justice. At one point Jess, Jens and Morgs (as they were calling her now, as stupid as it sounded) were laughing and pointing to you. You wondered what was being said. Morgan was shaking her head.

You were at the keg, and Morgan came up. “Bunz,” she said. It then came out your nickname was Bunz. People giggled. “What are you telling Jess and Jens,” It was like she became a “mean girl”. You said you were unsure what she was talking about. She gave you a look. “Did you tell them we fucked?”

“I....I mean....” everyone was around.

Morgan kissed you cheek. “It's ok, if you want to brag and stuff, and tell people you had sex, I'll be your little lie.” She walked away. Your face was red, but your cock was hard.

Ten minutes later, and you saw Bill and Morgan doing the drunk dance. Other people were wasted so it wasn't weird.

Morgan walked over as you were back at the keg. “Bunz,” she looked at you with doe eyes. “Do you have that party balloon in your wallet still.” You asked again what that was. “CONDOM!” She tapped your forehead. “CONDOM DOOFUS! You've had one in their for over five years.” She held out her hands. “PLLEEEASE!”

“Didn't you guys already have some?” You asked. People were looking and you were trying to be quite.

She was not. “We used them sweetie.” She smiled. Moments later, she was fishing it out your wallet, commenting on how old it was. Ten minutes later, her and Bill were seen hand in hand walking up the stairs.

That night, Morgan forever became the “girl who fucked Bill at Dan's party that one time”. The story would never die. Even at the party, it was all people could talk about. The bed bounced fast from upstairs. People giggled. Morgan eventually shouted “OOOOHHH GAAAAWDDDDD BILL! OOOOOOHHHHH GAAAWWWD!”

“She's creaming and screaming” Dave laughed. It was amazing. How she just phased into their group effortlessly. They treated her like a queen. They came down minutes later, Morgan adjusting her hair. The party continued, and couples followed their lead. Morgan and Bill single handedly brought back sex parties. That became the topic about how everyone used to just “fuck”.

It was late, and you guys had a long day. But not done yet, Morgan pleaded with you and Bill to see your high-school since she was now the “coolest” girl in school. So you all walked. It was going to be a few miles.

A quick check of the doors, and it was locked as you had insisted. Morgan then asked “How many girls did you fuck here?” To Bill, and not to you. As if you hadn't had sex.

“A few,” Bill laughed, nudging you in the arm hard.

The football field was to the left of the school. “You ever fucked on the football field?” She asked. Bill shook his head. “Let's go stud.” She was pulling him. “Bunz...you're on security detail.”

You huffed. “Haven't you guys had enough sex.” You found yourself saying.

Morgan laughed. “HE hasn't even cum today. I won't let him.” She kept laughing. You asked about condoms. “We have some more. I was just fucking with you.” She let her tongue out.

From a distance you watched them go to the fifty yard line. Morgan was on her phone. You saw an update of a picture of the field. It was only to people from your high-school. “Too slutty to fuck on the 50 yard line.” Likes poured in. “Do it.” Said Mikey. Many comments about how Morgan was the queen.

You watched for cars as about 200 yards away you saw Morgan mount Bill on the 50 yard line. She was bouncing up and down. It was so hot, and you wanted to jerk off. But here? In public. She was now sticking it to you with your own fantasy. You kind of loved it. You could hear there bodies smacking together. After ten minutes, Morgan stood up. You were shocked. Had she not cum?

She yelled for you to come over. The three of you began to walk to the path on the woods that led to the area you lived in. They shared as smoke as they walked ahead. “Did either of you guys even cum?” You said.

Morgan laughed, “No...we just wanted to say we fuck on the fifty yard line.” You made a comment whether it was sex if neither came. Morgan looked back. “You've had sex...right?” That was your own fiancee.

When you got to the “Rocks” Morgan asked again about sex. Bill said “a few times”. She insisted you stay. You lit a fire. Morgan sat on Bill's lap, facing you her legs crossed to the right. He kept trying to play with her skirt. She kept slapping him. They would kiss and play now. Then share a smoke. Then kiss.

You were there a long while. Morgan wanted ALL the stories she had already been told. About how people fucked here and got to name rocks. She asked you if you had and you said you did, but Bill called you out and asked “WHERE?” Then red faced you shut up. But Morgan said “awww....”

You kept having to piss. You had drank a lot. There were giggles from the fire.

You took a piss and came back. Morgan's face was wide eyed, and she was at a weird angle, her chest almost facing down.

“Hey Bunz,” she had a million yard stare. Bill gave you the thumbs up. His hands were free but Morgan was pushing her skirt down. Bill moved his hips. “Ahhhaaa...” Morgan's mouth shot open. “Ha...what a fun day right?”

Your cock grew. You knew this. Bill was fucking her. Right in front of you. He'd done this before. With his big tittied girl back in the day. Right there. This was your girlfriend though. “Not bad,” you laughed. “I had fun...you?”

Bill thrust his hips up. “Ahhhhha......ha....aahhh....yeah..” She flicked her hair. Then Bill turned her head to kiss him, and her own hips rolled. She turned back. “Hon, why don't you go relieve yourself.” She made eyes to the woods. You did as told, and just peaked back when you were deep enough. Morgan let go of the skirt and began to bounce on his cock. You momentarily saw his condom covered dick enter her. Their slapping bodies filled the night sky.

She stood up. “Your bad.” She slapped him, adjusting her blue panties. You came back and then it was time to go. Bill was hard. It was clear. You were hard, and Morgan seemed peeved.

You all passed a girl's house Bill had fucked. He commented to Morgan. She shocked you when she got on the lawn, squatted and pissed. “HOLY SHIT!” You both said. Bill was grabbing his cock. You knew he loved girls pissing. And feet. He was weird too, you knew.

You reached you house. Morgan and Bill began kissing passionately, and groping on your front stairs when you entered. Morgan looked at you and pointed downstairs. “Funs over Bunz....” you actually sighed jokingly. “I told you one own...one to go...” she pointed to Bill.

You went downstairs and didn't hear much. All you heard was the water of the tub running. Then ten minutes later Bill screamed “HOLY FUKCING SHHHHIIIIIT!”

A few minutes later, you got a text. It floored you. IT was a pic of Morgan with cum all over her face and hair. Something she NEVER allowed you to do out of respect. “THAT MOMENT SHE SAYS CUM ON MY FACE!” She was smiling with a thumbs up! Posing for the pic. You pulled you pants down, unable to take anymore. Another text, a different pic, with Morgan's face filled with cum. It was from her. “Do I have something on my face”. She wrote on the pic.

“OHHH FUCK!” YOU shouted, blasting a huge load against the pool table.

As you huffed and puffed a text came through to the group chat. Morgan said “YAAAAAAASSS! Sounds like I got you again Bunz....night...Saturday’s gonna be a blast.”

You went to the couch and looked through Morgan's facebook. You missed the first pic of the day. The selfie of her in the blue cleavage shirt and shorts. No make-up selfie caption. You commented “Hottest fucking girl out there.” Tons of likes, and responses of “yup” from guys from earlier tonight. Mikey said “Bill's one lucky fuck.” You liked his post and responded. “YUP! NO DOUBT!”

You passed out.