Your pathetic ass watches "The Contest"!

You opened the video. Since you had all the time in the world, because all you did was watch Morgan fuck Bill, you had become good at editing. These were your own personal porn videos. You were ashamed you were never in one.

The video started, and you sat on your couch, with your hand on your cock. It began with a camera at Bill's. He was sitting there, playing video games after work. He picked up his phone and smiled. Then he got up and left his house.

You almost knew were he was going. The video switched to Morgan's. No one was there, and the audio came on. You had decided to listen to Morgan at work, and realized she was having a terrible day. She was fighting with her boss, and several workers about some complaints from guests.

Within ten minutes, Bill came through Morgan's door. He had a key now. You watched him walk in and pull his pants down. The first time you watched it in real life, you thought what the fuck? He sat on the couch, with his pants down by his ankles. His cock standing to attention. It was double your little size.

Morgan came home several minutes later. She had on a grey coat, and black striped pants. She took off the coat and put it on a hangar. "This fucking day!" She chuffed. She went to the kitchen, and got some cheese strips out of the fridge for a snack. She ate it, and told Bill about her terrible day fighting with her boss Katherine. "She's so stupid sometimes," she said shaking her head. "She doesn't listen, and we get bad reviews." Bill told her to calm down. She didn't even seem to notice he was on the couch with his dick out.

She pulled out a bottle of water and walked over to the couch. She sipped from the bottle and smiled at Bill. "I've missed you," she sighed. "I've been thinking about you ALL day!" She leaned in to kiss Bill on the lips. Then she pulled her head back in a psyche out and moved her head to his cock. She kissed it on the tip. "Couldn't WAIT to see you," she spoke to it. She pulled up and slapped Bill on the head. "You too jerk!" Then you realized, this was all her plan. She had texted Bill to come over and have his pants off ready to go when she came home, like some slut in heat. She never did that with you.

You watched her go to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled off her shoes and socks. "Did you get the plane tickets for the wedding?" She called out to Bill.

He yelled back, "Did it yesterday!"

Morgan pulled her pants down, revealing a pair of white panties. "GOOD!" She nodded. She pulled off her panties and threw them on the bed. You could see her amazing shaved cunt. The new butterfly tattoo to the right of her cunt was visible. It was sexy as shit. You were never meant to see it, and you would certainly never touch it. It was for Bill.

She adjusted her clothes on the bed, and tidied up her room, without any pants or underwear on. Every now and then, she'd bend down and pick something up like a shirt, and you could see the outline of her cunt from behind. A cunt you'd never touch again, but wanted to.

She came back out to the living room, and stood in front of Bill, displaying her amazing chonch! She turned to the TV. "What you watching?"

Bill wasn't watching the TV, as your lame ass would be. He was watching her cunt. "Sportscenter!" He answered her.

She took a sip of her water and pointed to his cock. "Uh...not to bother you," she said coyly, "but mind if I take a seat on that guy!"

He pulled her towards him, and she laughed. She straddled her legs at his waist. His face was buried in her white blouse, kissing it. His hands gripped her firm ass. She was much more fit than before. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her body now, unlike when she was with your punk ass. She was always skinny, but now she was a tight little hottie. She gripped his dick and lifted it towards her snatch. You watched from behind her as she lowered herself onto his cock. It stretched her pussy in a way your little prick never could, and she made the noises to confirm it. You watched for several minutes as Morgan's ass bounced up and down on his cock, she was moaning like never before.

The video changed, thanks to your editing. It was the one thing you did right. You cut out the part where she got up and took off her blouse, and Bill took of his clothes. And all that shit in between. The video skipped right to the good part. Morgan was fully nude, and she was lying facing the TV. Bill was behind her, and lifted her leg. She used her right hand to hold herself up, and her left hand helped Bill lift her leg. At the time, this was a brand new position for them. This surprised you as you were sure he had fucked her every which way.

Bill's cock came up from under her and entered her. Morgan's left leg was lifted high in the air. Her right leg drapped over the side of the couch. She was pulling his leg up as he slid inside her from behind. This was a position you couldn't possibly achieve with your limp little dick. You watched you friend fuck her in the leg lifted spoon position.

Each time you watched this erotic display, it caused your pathetic dick to stir. You were actually jerking off to watching Bill's dick slice in and out of Morgan's cunt from behind. His hands came up from behind and groped her breasts. One from below her body, and one from above. He kissed her neck, and as they fucked she turned her head to kiss him. She moaned wildly.

Their bodies moved in unison. You were aroused by how great Morgan looked. She had really amped up working out. This was probably, because she now went to the gym with Bill. Her stomach was tight and had a six-pack, but not too much. She wasn't tan anymore as it was Winter, but her white skin looked soft to the touch. Her breasts were firmer than ever, and Bill was enjoying cupping them and tweaking her erect nipples. She was so much hotter now that she was with him, and she kept herself looking good. She wore make-up all the time, something she never wanted to do with you.

Morgan just allowed Bill to saw his cock into her. Her stomach began to contract and tighten. Her mouth opened, she winced her face and she bared her teeth in complete sexual abandon. You knew what was coming, after watching it like hundreds of times, but the first time, you never expected what was going to happen.

She yelled out, "OH SHIT! OH FUUUUUUCK!" Her hips shot forward, and Bill's dick slid out. Morgan bucked her hips and a gush of her juices flew from her cunt. She was a squirter now, thanks to Bill, but NEVER like this. A large jet of her cum flew towards the coffee table and splashed down. You could hear it on your weird speakers. The spray died down and shot towards the floor, and some on the couch. Morgan just put her hands on her forehead and pushed back her hair. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm," she moaned. "I needed that!"

Bill kissed her neck. "You get the tension out?"

Morgan pointed to the soaked table. "YEAH! All over the fucking table apparently!" She laughed, and turned to kiss him. She rolled around with a satisfied smile on her face, one she never had, and could never have with you.

He lifted her leg again, and wanted to fuck, but she stopped him. It was too sensitive right now. "What about me?" He asked rubbing his cock.

She yawned, completely exhausted and spent. "Just jerk off on my back babe!"

Bill protested. "That's not fair!"

Morgan sat up and moved to his knees. "FINE!" She said and gripped his cock. She began a handjob. She looked down at him. "Bet you can't beat mine!" She pointed a finger at the wet table.

He sat up on his elbows. "YOU! I did that with my dick!"

Morgan nodded, "OOOOOHHHH!" She understood. She swiped her hand on the table and a goblet of her juice could be seen on her finger. "So you did this?" His head nodded in triumph. She got the gist of the game now. "So I have to use your dick, and you use my pussy?" Bill nodded again with a smile that made you wanna punch him. But even if you did, he'd kick your ass.

The new game was on. Morgan told Bill to get up. She sat back on the couch. She told him to sit down between her legs. He did this, and her own legs came up around his waist. She reached around with her right hand. You knew this was her good hand. Her handjob hand, as Bill called it. She gave you some handjobs. But none like the ones she gave Bill. After all, you'd watched her jerk Bill off for months now.

Morgan's left hand came around his right shoulder. She whispered in his ear. "Let's see if I can beat your score!" Her right hand gripped his cock and began to jerk him hard. She squeezed it like a fucking steel trap and jutted it fast.

Bill's hips moved up, and soon he was fucking her hand. Bill's face scrunched up. By now, like a pervert, you knew this through watching them fuck that this was his sex face. He was going to cum. "OH FUCK!" He grunted clenching his jaw. Morgan knew how to give a handjob like a pro. As he neared orgasm she applied even more pressure and speed. His first shot of cum went sailing through the air and hit the TV stand. The next shot hit right on the coffee table in her juices. Cum began to dribble down his cock and over her hand.

She kissed his cheek. "I win!"

Sure he had lost the game. But to anyone who could see what just happened, he was a winner in life. The hottest girl you ever knew, the one you once dated, had just given your friend the most amazing handjob of his, your or anyone you knews life.

They didn't even clean up. They just spooned again, with Morgan in front, and napped in the nude.

You whacked you little pecker for an hour. Finally, they got up and cleaned the house in the nude. Morgan made a comment as she wiped the table while sitting on her hot legs. "We're so messy!" She laughed.

Days later, they finally returned from their vacation. Morgan was tanned again, and Bill was burnt. As they unpacked their things, you watched Bill put his clothes away in her house. She made room for his stuff. This killed you. They were practicality living together now. She had never wanted to do this with your loser ass.

You waited for them to fuck like a perv. They did later, before bed, but in the meantime they watched TV on the couch, Morgan snuggled in Bill's strong arms. She said something that made you jump. "Destroy that video!" She slapped his hands.

Bill laughed, "What video?"

"Don't get fresh with me mister," she said looking at him. "I don't wanna see that shit on the internet."

Then you realized you weren't the only voyeur watching them. They had made a sex-tape.