Morgan makes a decision.....

OK. Here is an addition that I wanted to see. Not gonna use the same voyeur technology as the other threads, but some had to be added to flesh out what everyone is saying.

I sat watching this whole scene play out. From across the small river, I sat in my car with my binoculars. I used a high-tech listening device aimed right to her deck. I could see into Morgan’s small one floor house pretty clearly. After all I had just witnessed transpire with my girlfriend and my asshole “friend”, I was still just as shocked to hear Bill say the words “Sit on it or suck it”. What a fucking prick, I thought. Sitting on that couch with his cock out, MY girlfriend’s couch for that matter, after he had his way with her. I still told myself it was all against her will. My heart raced waiting for her response. The whole scene was humiliating to both me AND Morgan. However, as I focused on my friend with his raging cock jutting up to the ceiling, just staring at Morgan, I could only wonder what she would do. Jealousy and anger fueled my resolve to continue. Would she really ride him, or worse “suck it” as he so cravenly stated. Could she even do that? My mind wandered to the image. His cock was twice as long as mine, and twice as thick. Could she even get her mouth around it?

That’s when the true embarrassment rose up from the situation. It was not inside that house. No, Morgan’s embarrassment was nothing like the rising shame in my car. I felt my small cock strain against my zipper. Why was it acting in such ways? As all four inches pushed against my jeans, I went red, realizing Bill’s dick was larger than twice my size, who was I kidding. I knew I could beat Bill at many things, but I could not beat him there.

Morgan finally relieved my pumping heart when she said “No Bill, I can’t do that. You need to leave.” Thank god, maybe I hadn’t lost her forever. She seemed frozen though, only feet from my friend and his obscene meat strutting up like it owned the place and her.

The ever arrogant Bill just chuckled. “Why not, we’ve already fucked a bunch babe.” He patted a seat on the couch next to him.

She shook her head in defiance. “You’re my boyfriend’s friend Bill, stop being such a jerk. This is all a mistake.” She turned away from him, and began to walk away.

That’s when my “friend” decided to insult me right there and then, “Fuck that little dicked wimp.” He clicked on the TV and just sat back. I wanted to run over there and hit him. Though I’m not sure what would transpire if I did, then they’d know I’d been watching like some pervert. “Besides, after what I’ve done to that tight pussy of yours, you won’t be able to feel him. It would be like throwing a toothpick into a volcano.” Another insult that caused a knot in my throat. I almost swore I heard a giggle from Morgan. I begged that it was all in my head. Bill ignored her as she walked into her room, the blinds still open so I could see her change into a tight white top and purple jogging pants, and some sneakers. Bill called to her. “Just one more time babe, it’ll be fun.”

Morgan sighed deeply and stood up, hopefully getting the strength to kick him out. She walked back into the living room, and past the couch to the fridge. I watched as she snacked on something. “I can’t Bill….I just can’t.”

“Why not,” he turned to her. “It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”

She put her hand to her face, which was turning beat red. “I’m not even on birth control.” The words cut through my heart like a dagger. I hadn’t even thought of that. She went crazy when she was on the pill, so we had always used condoms to be safe. Bill had not once used a condom.

This caused my former friend to simply smile. “So go to the store and pick up some rubbers.” He threw her his keys. “You can take my car, and pick up some **** while you’re there. Morgan bent down to pick up the keys. “GOD…..AAARGGGH….YOU’RE SUCH A JERK!” She stormed out of the house.

I heard a car door open, and then the start of an engine. I quickly turned on my own car, and drove down the block to try an intercept her. Hopefully she was going to her parents house or a friends to get away from him. As I turned onto the main road, I stopped, both the car, and my heart. I saw her drive by in HIS car. I decided to follow her instead. At a distance of a few car lengths I tailed her all the way to the local convenience store up the road. Morgan hesitated after she parked. I watched her slam the wheel with her hands in anger. Then she exited the vehicle and went inside. Slowly, I parked on the other side of the lot, and entered the store, pulling my hoodie over my head. To my surprise Morgan had a bottle of Vodka, and a bottle of Whiskey in her hands, and she put them on the counter.

The clerk looked at her as she hesitated. “Will that be all?” The old man asked, as Morgan just stood there motionless. “Ma’am, is everything alright.”

Morgan nodded, “It’s fine, can I have a pack of Marlboro Ultralights as well?” She was going to smoke again? I thought she had quit. Buying her items she made her way back to the car. And I watched from the store window as she again hesitated behind the wheel. She slammed her hands on the wheel again, and opened the door. She walked back into the store to the counter. She looked around, to make sure the other customers weren’t near. “I need…..I need…..” she stammered as she spoke to the confused clerk. “I need a box of condoms.” My jaw almost dropped at the words. She couldn’t be seriously considering Bill’s proposition. Yet, I watched as she debated with the clerk nervously about which kind. “I think the lubricated Trojans are good,” she said.

The clerk handed her a box of three. “These are buy one get one free.”

“I’ll just take the one box,” she said going through her purse.

The man laughed, “Are you sure, you’ll never know if you’re gonna need them.”

Morgan nodded, “Fine, fine.” And I watched her push two boxes of condoms into her purse and walked out of the store.

As I headed out slowly, the old man leered at her as she entered her car. “That girl is gonna get fucked hard tonight. And she knows it. You know what I’m saying.” He attempted to joke with me. I grumbled a “fuck you” under my breath as I raced out the store, to try and keep time with Morgan, who was driving down the street.

The ride back to my “spot” seemed to last forever, but it was only a few minutes. I repositioned the listening device to pick up sound, and pulled out my binoculars. Morgan was in the kitchen, thank god, while Bill was plopped on the couch still.

“Make mine a Jack and coke!” Bill called to her, watching the basketball game on the TV. As she poured him a drink, I felt as if she was already betraying me. Had their early “encounters” not been against her will. Then I watched her almost fill a glass with Vodka, and then add a splash of Tonic. Her favorite drink. She gulped half the glass down and filled it again. She huffed and picked up Bill’s drink and brought it to him.

Bill grabbed his drink from her hand, and patted the seat next to him. With the glass of Vodka all but pouring down her mouth, she shook her head. Her hands seemed to shake. She was more than nervous. She just stood there, drinking her glass. “You’re too uptight right now babe.” Bill smiled.

“Don’t call me that,” Morgan answered curtly.

“You just need to get drunk.” He added. “I thought you were the girl who could go ‘drink for drink’ with any guy. I believe that’s what YOU said.” He was right, Morgan had always claimed that out at the bars.

She perked up at that comment. “I totally can. You KNOW it.”

Bill stood up, his cock still out in all its evil glory. “Then let’s do a shot.” Bill put his arm around her waist and basically pulled her into the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle of Whiskey from the freezer, while she grabbed two shot glasses.

“I’m not doing Whiskey.” She pleaded, as he poured one shot into one of the small glasses, and then another.

“I thought you said you could go drink for drink.” His smile widened and he held up a glass.

“You’re such an ass.” She grabbed the other shot glass and lifted it to her mouth, not bothering to cheers with the waiting Bill. I watched in grief as she took three shots with him, all in succession. Coupled with the fact that she already had at least two of her strong Vodka tonics in her, she would be drunk soon. I knew her. Or I thought I had.

“Let’s go have a smoke,” Morgan stated with more confidence than before.

Bill looked her up and down, “I think you’re a little over dressed. I mean look at me.” He pointed to himself, with a shirt and no pants on.

“I’m not taking my pants off,” Morgan waved her hand in disgust, and then walked to the den to pick up a smoke.

Bill continued to goad her on. “I thought you were the cool one of your friends. The fun one. I guess its Hilary, or maybe Melonie. I should call them.” He was trying to play off of women’s innate competitiveness. It worked.

Morgan stopped dead in her tracks. “Hilary is FAT, and Melonie has HUGE thighs.” She grabbed her glass and walked past him to her room. “I bet you fucked them both didn’t you.” She slammed the door behind her.

Bill shrugged. “No way, he said, I mighta made out with Hilary, but YOU are the one I want.” He sat back down on the couch.

I moved the binoculars to Morgan’s room, and saw her close the blinds. “DAMN!” I actually shouted. I couldn’t see a thing. I heard movement for several minutes, and watched Bill in the living room, drink his Jack and coke on the couch.

I heard the doorknob to Morgan’s room open, and she walked out. I almost dropped the binoculars, even as Bill spit some of his drink out. Morgan walked out with no pants on, clad in the white top, and she stood with her hands on her hips looking at Bill with a bit of anger. I could see she was wearing her silver strapped heels that made her calves pop, and made he legs look fucking amazing. My cock was straining against my pants now, and in pain from the scene. It was fully engorged from jealousy and embarrassing arousal. Bill’s cock remained at attention as it had been. “So who is the fun one NOW mister.” She walked by him and picked up her box of smokes. She bent down ever so slightly to grab one from the box, and Bill got an eye full of the back of her thighs and her small ass. She was wearing her purple thong. Was she giving him a display? Like some whore?

“Holy shit babe, you got the best legs in the world.” He reached up to cup her ass-cheek but she slapped his hand away. She sauntered out onto the deck without her pants, and he heels clicked as they hit the wood of the deck. Bill came up behind her. She pulled a drag from her cigarette and helped him light his own. That’s when I realized they were looking in my direction. Right at my car across the river, in the street. I slumped down into my seat, and tried to keep the listening device aimed in. I could hear them, but I couldn’t see a thing. At that point I realized I NEEDED to see, wanted to see what was going to happen. This was so wrong, not that it was happening anymore, but that I simply couldn’t see.

“Cut it out,” I heard Morgan mutter. “Don’t do that.” She said, but now with laughs between words. I heard a commotion, and the clicking of her heels.

“I don’t have any underwear on,” Bill joked. “It’s just not fair.” I heard more movement, and then a deep inhale.

“Gross,” Morgan laughed so much it made her cough. “Are you really smelling my panties right now?”

I heard more muffling sounds. “I’m just gonna keep these a bit.”

Morgan answered him right away, “Don’t you dare give them back with cum all in them.” Her words were so slutty and brazen. Who was this girl? There was more commotion and then I could make out her heels as she walked. They were going back inside. I popped up to see Bill sit back down on the couch. Morgan stood on the side facing me, her small bare panty-less ass in my view. She was actually holding Bill’s hand. This small gesture hurt more than most of the wanton behavior I had seen, as if she was accepting this new place, this new role.

He pulled her down, and then I watched as she was straddling him. His left hand tried pulling her down, while his right hand held his cock up right under her. He was going to fuck her, and I was going to see it. The jealousy swirled inside of me, and to my shame, it pooled around my groin area, as my cock yearned to be free. Don’t do it I pleaded silently to Morgan.

“No….no….” Morgan finally said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was only fleeting as she reached behind her onto the table, and pulled out the box of condoms. She handed the box to Bill. “I’m not on the pill.” Morgan shifted up and put her hands on the sides of Bill’s head, as he fished out a condom, and ripped the wrapper open. He slid the condom over his bulging erection, and sat back down.

“The things I do for you,” he looked up at her.

“Such a jerk,” Morgan shook her head, and lowered her body down. Bill’s hands were on her ass, and her own hands were gripping the couch cushions near his head. My heart was racing, I was finally going to witness her cheat. It was going to happen. I hated them both at that moment, but a part of me wanted to see this through. There would be no going back. She lowered her body until I saw the tip of his massive condom covered cock disappear. Normally she would guide me into her, or I would have to. I watched as his cock merely met its mark almost instantaneously. Like it was meant to be in her pussy, like it knew her nether most regions intimately already. Morgan moaned loudly as she slid lower, allowing more of his inches inside of her. Her head hung low, and she began to moan more loudly. She stopped when it was halfway in, and began to shake. “FUCK!” She grunted.

“What is it babe,” Bill asked in a moment of politeness. “Is it hurting you?”

Morgan’s head swung from side to side in an exaggerated “NO”. I watched her toes curl. Before she said anything, I already knew what it meant, she was cumming already. “I’m cumming babe,” she cooed. “I’m cumming.” The word “babe” burned my ears. It was more of an acceptance of all this. It hurt, but the shame came from my crotch more than anything. I had to free my dick. It was too hard, too painful to keep cramped up. Within a moment, I had unzipped my fly, and let it loose. It was at five inches, bigger than usual.

I turned my attention back to the betrayal occurring in Morgan’s house. His cock was buried inside her except for maybe an inch. She began to gyrate on top of him, pushing herself against his cock. “OH FUCK! OH MY GOD BILL!” She cried out, causing my listening device to screech. I could hear them without the device from across the river, they hadn’t even closed the sliding door. Her moans echoed into the night. Bill grabbed her ass tightly and sunk his face into her small perky chest. Morgan reached down and whipped her shirt up, causing her tits to bounce free into and he proceeded to plant his mouth on her left erect nipple.

“OH FUCK YES!” Morgan shouted. “I’m cumming again!” Bill asked if it was her second orgasm, and Morgan held up three fingers as she smiled. She began to grind herself harder and harder onto his cock. Screaming out into the night. I had never seen her react this way. I had given her orgasms before, but never more than one, and never was she this loud. It was too much for me to handle, I imagined it was me she was riding like that, and I reached down to touch my shame, and was shocked when I exploded into my hand. I was spent.

Bill on the other hand was not nearly done. When I looked back, he was on top of her, I couldn’t see much from this angle, but her legs were wrapped tightly around his back. He was hammering his meat into her.

And this was only the first condom!